The Party
"We're here," Ninon said.
Donna looked out of the car at Ms. Brendan's mansion. Lots of cars were parked on the sides of the street, and even into the side streets. The garden in front of the building was full of bright lights. Attendants were guiding the visitors into the building, valets parking cars, waiters serving drinks to the few guest lingering outside in the cold. It looked like any other ordinary party of the very rich.
"We go to the back." Ninon said as she slowly drove past the house and took a turn at the next crossing.
"You're not a guest." she smiled wickedly at Donna.
Donna couldn't think straight with all the drugs that she recently had been given. Whenever her mind did clear, she felt pain all over her body. In her mouth, her face, everywhere where her clothing touched her body, where her body touched the car-seat.
She was glad when her mind would fog over again, and the pain lessened.
Donna stared vacantly out of the car window from the back seat at the surroundings of the estate where she had been brought. The car drove to the back of the mansion, through a gate that closed automatically as they passed and was soon out of sight behind a high fence.
Donna had had no idea that there was a fence that big at the rear of Ms. Brendan's property. She had only seen the large garden but now noticed a large wall that stretched all the way across the rear, blocking the view of the neighbors. It was obvious that Ms. Brendan wanted no prying eyes.
They drove on to a small, secluded area with a few small brick buildings. The narrow road was made from the same square stones, and with the tall trees and the lanterns ablaze, it all seemed so picturesque.
Servants were hurriedly running between the buildings and over the hill to the mansion, carrying various trays and baskets. The small houses were obviously used as stock rooms.
"I'll help you get out." Ninon said as she unbuckled herself.
As she walked to Donna's side of the car, Ninon stopped to chat with one woman and greeted several others.
Donna noticed that there were only women walking by. Some were waitresses, others were cooks and the like, others mere hired general helpers, just as there would be at any fancy affair. Everyone was busy fetching drinks, food, organizing, cleaning.
And there were women, Donna saw, walking around dressed much more inappropriately.
A women who looked to be about Donna's age passed by walking on plateau shoes, fishnet stockings, a very short skirt, busy buttoning some sort of corset, one that didn't even attempt to cover her breasts.
As Donna followed the lady walking in the cold over the small hill up to the mansion Ninon knocked on the window.
"Come, get out," Ninon ordered gently.
Donna slowly moved and opened her door. Ninon helped her get out of the car. The cold breeze reminded Donna that she was wearing only a short skirt and an open blouse.
Her inflamed skin couldn't bear contact, so she had left her blouse unbuttoned. Nor had she been capable of fixing her other clothes properly in her drugged daze.
Feeling funny as she stood, Donna increasingly grew dizzy even as the cold roused her from her murky state. She stumbled a bit as Ninon placed her shoulders under Donna's arm and hoisted her to her feet.
"Let's deliver you."
They walked into one of the buildings, and then into a room where two young women sat, chatting with one another.
"Ah, there is... Cutty, right?" one of them said, as she got up.
The woman was wearing normal clothes, even a bit scruffy, and simple worn out sneakers. When Donna saw the comfy footwear, she felt her feet ache in their high heels. It had been a long time since Donna's feet had felt sneakers, too long; Donna envied the girl.
"Come, let me have a look," the girl said. "Sonia help me out here, she's got to undress completely, also the shoes."
She took the slumbering Donna over from Ninon, and as she steadied Donna upright, the other woman, Sonia, started to pull off Donna's tiny skirt.
"Okay, I can see that Cutty's in good hands. Here's her bag ... with all of the requested accessories. I will go home now it's been a long day." Ninon said as she placed one of Donna's large handbags on a chair.
It contained 'Lenny' Donna knew, but what else? And why?
Donna didn't have time to think about it, as she was stripped naked and led to a table with paint cans on it. On the ground nearby newspapers were spread to protect the floor.
Expertly, they cuffed her hands, pulled them above her head and clipped them to a ring in the ceiling. A ball gag was forced in to her gapping mouth.
All of this was intensely painful despite the fact that Donna was sedated. Her pain nerves were working overtime.
"There, that's done," the first woman said with a tone of triumph as Donna hung helplessly from the ceiling.
She proceeded to tie Donna's hair straight backwards, painfully stretching the skin on her forehead. Donna moaned into her gag, but with that and her anesthetized tongue she made little noise.
Donna buckled a bit but even her squirming was barely noticed.
The women placed earplugs in her ears, deafening her totally.
Sonia fetched a leather mask and gave it to the other woman, who pulled it over Donna's head, blinding her. The straps at the back were fastened tight, and the leather painfully pulled on the already much abused skin on her face.
Donna squirmed once more in pain. She was happy that the anesthesia the doctor had given her was still working but knew this treatment would cause her a lot of pain in the coming days. The doctor had told her to be very careful with the new skin the first days.
Donna panicked as now she was blind, deaf, and numb, totally helpless.
"Test..test ... test. Can you hear us? If you can hear us please nod, Cutty."
The earplugs were small headphones! Donna nodded, glad she could hear something again.
Someone detached a strip of leather from her eyes and Donna could see. She looked straight into the eyes of the sneaker girl, who held up a microphone.
"Now you can see and hear us..." and everything went silent again.
