Morgan stood holding a tray of canapes, waiting for the elderly gentlemen in front of her to take one, before she moved on, circulating through the dining room. The table had been removed and now many masters and mistresses, though the latter were much fewer in number, were gathered together. Hovering nearby to each of them, knelt one or two slaves, both female and male, many with leashes attached to their collars holding them close to their masters.
She approached a group, all talking animatedly with each other, continuing as Morgan stood in front of them, though few reached out to take what she offered. Her Master was hosting the a party, and given that Morgan was not his prize slave, she was simply reduced to beverages and finger food, and maybe some light entertainment later on. Alexis was in the same boat, except she was marked for entertainment, and was strapped naked to the wooden stile in the middle of the room, her cunt high in the air. Next to her were too buckets, one with condoms in, and another that had some cash in it. As Morgan looked over to her, she saw a gentleman move up behind Alexis, drop some cash in the bucket and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. They could fuck her for free, or pay any amount of cash to cum inside her. The Master's sense of humour certainly.
Morgan smirked a little, enjoying the expression on Alexis' face; an expression that told of the many men that had already enjoyed themselves with her. But she wasn't the only one there doing the light entertainment. There were several girls dotted around the room, all knelt down, present for the service by their masters, and waiting for cocks to suck on. On glanced at Morgan as she passed by, her lips encompassing a hugely round dick, as Morgan offered a volovon to the man who's dick was in the girls mouth.
Making another circuit around the room, she found her Master talking with a group of men, each with a slave girl knelt at their feet. Cassie was among them, his prize girl. Her figure was much fuller now, her stomach hanging over, however as Morgan stared at her, she immediately felt warm and wet in her panties, thoughts drifting to sliding her head between those hugely sufficating thighs and burying her face in that cunt. But back to the party. Cassie smiled ever-so sweetly at Morgan as she came by. "Oh Slave..."
Morgan stopped, and bowed her head. "Yes madam?"
The Master was quick to jump in and explain to the gentlemen around him. "Morgan here is one of my lower slaves. She answers to Cassandra in all things, when I'm not commanding her instead." The men nodded and murmured in agreement, finding this notion interesting.
Cassandra preened slightly, smiling broadly. "There are not enough drinks in here. Deal with it." And with a wave of her hand, she dismissed Morgan.
Morgan took the hint and left, though as she left she heard her master resuming his conversation, and heard the words "reasonable price." She paused briefly, then headed straight for the exit, going towards the kitchen. She waved to the chef as she walked through, placing down her tray, then headed down into the cellar. Once in the dark, she moved over to one of the barrels, and rested her arms and her head on it, letting her heart beat slow down. Was he selling her, tonight? Was that why she wasn't on one of the stiles? Not to be touched?
She cringed, then jumped as she heard the creak of the stairs. She turned around, to find Forbes standing there. She dropped immediately onto her knees and bowed her head. Forbes smiled at this. It had only taken a few days to drill this into her, and he walked over to her, running his hand through her hair, then gripped it tightly. "What're you doing down here whore?"
During the master's holiday, Morgan had learnt better than to speak in Forbes' presence, with only one exception; when he phrased a question and named her Slave or girl.He was trying to trick her, and she remained silent, keeping her head down towards the floor.
Forbes' smile broadened at this. She had learnt well. Though she had been punished severly for every slip up prior. Still gripping her hair, he rephrased, "What're you doing down here girl?"
Morgan was now allowed to look up, though did not meet his eyes. "Mistress Cassandra commanded me to get more drinks for the party..." She paused, and Forbes ragged her head to the side and slapped the side of her face.
"Mistress Cassandra commanded me to get more drinks for the party, what?"
"Master." He could hear the hestitation in her voice, as could she, and she cringed a little, remaining tense even as he let go of her hair. She heard him begin to ascend the steps, and only once the door closed upstairs did she relax, chiding herself for her stupidity. Why did she stumble over those words? Forbes was more in control of her than the one she called Master, easily so. She took a moment to herself, then hefted up a crate of the Master's booze.
She went back up the steps and closed the door behind her. Dipping back through the kitchen, she nodded to the chef. He waved his spoon at her, and she left the kitchen without a word. She made her way through back to the foyer and walked over to the dining room doors, only to find a gentleman there, dark, young and handsome, leaning against the wall with a glass of scotch in his hand.
