A distant sound kept buzzing in my head, for what seemed the longest time. Then suddenly I realized it was not coming from a dream, but that it was a real sound, coming from my mobile phone.
I saw William's name on the mobile phone display and I rushed to answer, already feeling guilty.
"Good morning, I am waiting for you downstairs!" he said, and then he hooked up.
I couldn't believe it: I didn't dare to lose a second, I wore a long checkered shirt, which I finished to button when I reached the end of the stairs.
I climbed happily into the car. William was there, smiling. "Good morning...you are quite untidy today..." Blushing, I realized that I didn't think to wash and brush my hair.
"It's not important, I know how excited you are to play with the girls," he added, stroking my hair while driving.
I looked at him, smiling as if he had stolen a little secret from me.
It wasn't really true (what I really missed was his penis inside me) but I craved to make him happy and to forget the nightmare I had lived in the past days.
My shirt staid buttoned for a very short time, because after a short while William started to open it and to roam freely with his right hand on my breasts, on my tummy, on my pussy, on my thighs, while the left hand kept the steering wheel on due course.
I covered myself hastily when we reached the guards' checkpoint, but after we passed it, William started to pull down the shirt from my shoulders, so that, when we parked the car, I was already naked and he could place quickly the collar, the gloves, the shoes, the handcuffs, and the nipple rings.
While we walked on the footpath I followed him proudly, shaking my ass as if wagging a tail, happily. Leading me by the leash, my boyfriend seemed to share my happiness, as he watched me walking on my fours, as gracefully as I could.
We reached the girls and Miss Yu. For a moment I was afraid that she and William would betray a special intimacy that would confirm that I was downgraded to a simple toy whom they found amusing; in reality, they greeted each other like two good friends and Miss Yu leaned toward and stroke me fondly below my chin.
The girl-dogs, as before, attacked William, but this time I knew what I wished for. I jumped on him, pushing away Wendy and Mandy, and I softly seized with my mouth the bulge of his trousers, like a tasty bone. Miss Yu pulled me away with the leash, but I had sent to the girl-dogs the clear message that this time I wasn't going to lose out.
We started the usual stroll and I was feeling happy that I was back to this kind of normality. I played with the other girls the usual games, I felt more than ever like one of them, a small, wild pack.
At a certain point an old lady, chubby and wrinkled, dressed in a blouse and a pair of dark trousers came by our way, greeted Miss Yu and William, and stared at us, with a broad, kind smile. I was still shy with strangers and I felt particularly ashamed to be seen like this by somebody that could be my grandmother.
Old Wang, as Miss Yu called her, seemed to have a liking on me and, after sitting on a bench nearby, asked Miss Yu to lead me to her and had me lying on her thighs, stroking my ass with one of her heavy, rough hands, while the other held firmly me in place by the leash. I was surprised by the strength I perceived.
"This one reminds me of somebody I knew -- she started talking -- many years ago...well, more than fifty, I guess. At that time the city university students, before starting their courses, just graduated from high school, came to our farm villages to learn from us, poor peasants, about our hardships but also to absorb what the government defined as our wisdom.
That time a group of four of five girls came. In our village only women, kids and the elderly were left, the men had been requested to help to build a school some fifty kilometers away. I don't know if this was their good luck or misfortune.
The village old chief has summoned us to greet them, and when they arrived they gave a little musical show praising our leadership. They were pretty and their skin was white as snow, and we, the village girls, started hating them immediately. We took them to the rundown house where they were staying and immediately took away from them their small bags, with their change of underwear and clothes, and gave them ours, greyish and worn out. After the first day, they were put immediately to work, and we enjoyed giving them the hardest, dirtiest and longest jobs. Every time they tried to rest from the intense schedule we were imposing on them, we teased them for their weakness and forced them to restart without any pause.
Often they cried quietly, shocked that what they had imagined as the idyllic, friendly country life, could be so demanding. Some of them tried to talk: "Why are you so cruel? " "You are all our enemies, little bourgeois girls!" we shouted angrily as a reply, without knowing what it really meant.
After a couple of days, one of them asked if she could wash, so in the evening we obliged all of them to shower with a bucket near the well, in front of us. We forced them to undress and, while one showered with the cold well water, the others, fully naked, waited for their turn. As they finished washing, they waited trembling, their bodies still wet, for their schoolmates to finish.
When they tried to cover their modesty, we enjoyed pulling away their hands using a stick. Soon some of us started making loud comments on their boobs and their asses. Shortly after, some, the boldest, started jumping toward them, touch their bodies, and jumping back, just like they would tease a cat or a dog. The city girls started sobbing.
Some elderly women passed by and laughed at the show.
We looked at their white bodies, their pink nipples, their small breasts, their slim legs, their small buttocks. They were different from our large, brown bodies, our broad asses and we were angry against these little spoiled brats. We were also jealous: we knew that if our men and brothers were here they were going to become crazy for them and they were going to treat them like princesses.
