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Pretty in Pink'
Author's Note:
I've included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don't like it, don't read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I'd love to see that...)
Disclaimer:
The following story is fiction and not based on any actual events. I'm just fulfilling my own twisted fantasies. *grins*
Tags:
MF, lezdom, group, blowjob, anal, exhibitionism, humiliation, w/s, abdl
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The party was getting into full swing.
Around twenty five guests filled the majestic upper floor function room and everyone was having a great time. Many of them had come with a partner and they stood in various circles or reclined on one of the several Georgian period sofas in the center of the room, chatting sociably and quaffing their drinks from crystal glasses. All of them donned venetian masks with their black tie attire, disguising their true identities despite quite a few of them having known each other for years. For most, this wasn't their first trip to the mansion on the hill. The guests knew how lucky they were to be invited into the inner circle and the private parties only came around once every six months. They intended to make the most of it.
Only two people in the room were without masks. One was Madame Snyde herself, beautified and dressed in an eye-catching red ball gown. As the host, everyone showered her in thanks and well wishes as she glided around the room, soaking up their admiration with a glass of wine in hand. The other was Nina. The gorgeous slavegirl was stationed at the mini bar in the corner of the room, serving drinks and occasionally carrying a tray of them out to make sure no one ever had an empty glass.
Not only was Nina without a mask, she was also without much clothing at all, instead carrying out her duties in only a black garter belt, classic sheer stockings and a pair of shiny red pumps. She looked incredible and she didn't need the leers of every man in the room for her to know it. But stare at her they did and even some of the women did too, with many of them gathering near the bar to get a close up view of her heavy breasts, bare and swaying above the polished wood. Her deep brown hair was tied up, leaving her caramel shoulders uncovered and her long dark eyelashes fluttered at each partygoer as they told her what they wanted, most making no effort to unglue their eyes from her chest.
Whenever Nina left the confines of the bar to ferry drinks around the room, conversation stalled as everyone turned to watch her and her shamelessly exposed pussy and ass, round and bulbous and utterly tempting. Nina didn't mind. In fact, she fully embraced every moment, feeling the eyes on her naked body and the genuine sense of excitement rising in her pelvis as she was regarded as a piece of meat on display for their entertainment. She never wanted it to end.
The only person in the room who made Nina uncomfortable was the tall man in the gray cape. He had attended these parties before and something about his presence always seemed to unnerve her. His glassy eyes bore into her from under his elaborate devil mask as he leaned on the bar and demanded a whiskey, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
As the alcohol settled in and stirred the room to a loud buzz, Prunella Snyde decided it was time to begin the evening's entertainment. Tapping a long blood red fingernail to her glass, the conversation fell to a hushed murmur and the sea of masks turned their attention to her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, friends of old and new, thank you so much for coming to this season's bi-annual Party on the Hill!"
The guests applauded and raised their glasses to her.
"Thank you, thank you. It's so good to have you all here and I'm particularly looking forward to getting to know our newbies. However, that will have to wait until later. As many of you know, I have added a new member to my harem and tonight, you get to meet her...NINA!" Snyde clicked her fingers. "...Bring in the new slut!"
Nina leaped to attention and disappeared out of a door at the back of the room. The murmur rose up again in the room as anticipation gripped the revelers. This was what they were really here to see. A number of blue lights emerged above the rows of heads as some of them held up cell phone cameras. One chubby man shuffled to the front of the crowd with a state-of-the-art video camera, prepared to record the show in high definition. Finally, Nina returned, striding proudly forward and holding a leash in her hand. The crowd "oohed" and "aahed" at the sight.
The woman on the end of the leash followed behind Nina, walking a lot less proudly and obviously intimidated by the amount of people in the room. The young red-haired woman was dressed in a babyish satin pink skirt and matching ballet top, contrasting completely with the rest of the sophisticated apparel of everyone around her. The dress hugged her body and puffed out around her waist in ruffles of white lace. They admired her bare white legs. Her feet were clad in a pair of white cotton ankle socks that frilled over the tops of a pair of matching pink pumps, mixing provocative sexual appeal with her otherwise girlish outfit. Her hair too had been adorned with fuchsia ribbons, holding her hair in two burgundy bunches. The crowd gazed at her exquisite youthful beauty as they parted to let the women through and the man with the camcorder followed them with his lens.
There's so MANY of them...
As they reached the middle of the room, Nina undid the collar around Stephanie's neck and retreated to the Madame's side, standing with her hands behind her back to await any further orders. Snyde raised a hand to her new recruit.
"Everyone, meet Stephanie. Doesn't she look cute?"
The party agreed with loud approval, circling the woman and straining to get a good view.
"So sweet in her little skirt! Go on, give us a turn. Show everyone how pretty you are."
Stephanie gulped, the expressionless masks surrounding her like ghosts. Slowly, she turned around, feeling acutely self-conscious. The strangers watched her every move.
"What does everyone think?" Snyde asked the mob. "Do you like her little outfit?"
"No!" a male voice shouted from near the back, already a little tipsy. "Show us your tits!"
A mutter of agreement rose up, nervous and excited.
"Ok, ok!" the Madame smiled. "After all, I wouldn't be a very good host if I didn't give you what you wanted. Stephanie, take off the top."
The girl pulled the bottom of her top up, stretching it over her head and discarding it onto the floor, leaving Stephanie standing half naked in front of the room. As they had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra, treating them to the first glimpse of her soft milky breasts. At her mistress's command, she again turned in a circle so that everyone could see her.
