Chapter 20
Hollie is moved on
Hollie had been used by her new master everyday over the last few weeks. He hadn't concerned himself with what she needed, or even bothered with foreplay. He had callously told her she was a possession, inherited from his uncle like every other object in the house. She resigned herself to being his slave, ready to be used.
Unlike his uncle the young guy didn't treat her with respect, or consider what she wanted in the slightest. Brad had let her keep the teaching post, and looked after her like a treasured possession. Cooking and cleaning his house everyday had been a pleasure, whereas now it was a chore.
Peter hadn't allowed her to go back to teaching, which was painfully missed. He passed to her condolence cards concerning Brad, sent by school staff and her pupils. It served to remind her what she was missing.
He didn't even take her out of the house for a treat. When the domestic chores had been completed, she served him like a menial servant. When it suited him, she was his sex slave, expected to obey his every desire. She was thankful he had little imagination, so didn't abuse her. He merely screwed her in his bed, then sent her away to a spare room.
Sometimes the frustration got to her, so she fantasised with memories of past adventures. Most of the time she just got on with the mundane life of a slave. This was different from being a servant because she received no wages, and could never leave him. On top of that, absolute obedience was expected, which she had learnt to give.
She had been a teacher full of promise, looking ahead to a full life. Now she was an unhappy slave, expecting nothing, and sinking into a life of drudgery. She carried out boring domestic duties, ate, slept, and submitted to unsatisfactory sex.
"I might as well be married," she murmured.
"What did you say?" Peter asked.
"Nothing, master," Hollie promptly answered. She was standing by him waiting to serve. She was naked as usual, though he didn't seem to notice.
"The will has been settled, so now at last I have money. I'm going to throw a party for my friends," he announced.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"You don't sound enthusiastic. You're going to be a part of the entertainment, so a new outfit is needed. I'll order a French maids dress, something really sexy," he chuckled.
"Thank you, Master," she quietly said.
For the last few nights he hadn't bothered to make use of her. The rest had been welcome, only she began to wonder if it was a bad sign. If he was bored with her it was a very bad sign. She should have encouraged him to be more adventurous in bed, and kept his interest by showing more enthusiasm.
She had been trained over the last two years to be an obedient slave, especially Brad, who was a highly experienced master. It was galling to think this young guy was taking advantage of all that training. She just couldn't break away from it, so had to obey his every command.
Saturday evening arrived too quickly. She examined the new outfit in a mirror and heavily sighed. It was almost decent. The black flared dress would have covered her, except a stiff petticoat held it up around the top of her thighs. Like a ballerinas tutu the white ruffles bounced around with every step.
The suspenders and stocking tops were shown off even when she stood still. Her shapely legs looked elegant in high heels. When she moved, the petticoats swished to reveal her bottom in a thong cutting her cheeks. As she walked the petticoats bounced up to reveal her sex cupped in a little tight triangle of white cotton.
The low cut of the dress revealed a deep cleavage. She had lost weight recently, after losing her master, Brad. His attention to her breasts had them blossoming, and they were still impressive. Especially so, over a slim waist pinched by a corset.
She straightened the white cap, and apron. The cuffs were pulled around her wrists, and an unnecessary garter griped a leg just above the knee. She was ready to serve at the party. It was obvious what he meant, that she would be a part of the entertainment.
Peter opened the door to his friends as they arrived, letting them help themselves to beers and food laid out on a table in the lounge. The arrangement was for dramatic effect, and it worked. When Hollie walked in the small crowd fell silent. Those with their backs to the kitchen door saw their friends mouths drop, and so turned around to stare.
A vision of sexuality walked in, straight backed, on high heels, looking elegant. Hollie was proud of herself at that moment. All eyes were on her. It had been a long time since she had much attention at all. Showing off her body had been exciting and fun, even when she had been in jeopardy. Probably more so when in danger from a naughty game going wrong.
Surrounded by her masters friends wasn't as daunting as she thought. Showing off her panties wasn't much of a humiliation, after having played far more dangerous games with Roger, her first master. Even with Brad she played naughty games where she had to reveal herself to strangers, though he was always there to protect her. All this gave her a pleasurable thrill. She glowed with excitement.
The conversation suddenly started up, buzzing with exclamations, and hushed lurid comments. Two of the quick thinking guys sat down on a low sofa, to get a better view up the short bouncy dress.
Standing before an intense looking young man sitting on the sofa, she leant forward with a tray. He reached up to take a finely cut sandwich. He was so intent upon her breasts the back of his hand stroked one. It was like an electric shock, and he dropped the sandwich in his lap.
The guys sitting behind her loudly laughed at the fine view of her bare bottom.
Peter strode over. "The maid should be spanked for that! Will you do the honours, Will?" Peter crossly spoke.
Before the guy had a chance to stammer a reply, Peter shoved her over his knee. The guy next to him had her bare bottom almost in his face. More astute than his friend, he quickly slapped her bottom.
The others gathered round to witness the entertainment, elbowing each other out of the way to get a better view.
"You've hired a stunning whore for the evening, Peter," one of them commented.
"You've got it wrong. She's just a slut that likes to play games," he laughed back. "It's your lap she spilt the sandwiches on, so you get to spank her," Peter pointed out.
Will hesitantly slapped her ass.
"Harder!" the guys shouted.
Hollie was shocked from the moment she was pushed over the guys knee. At nineteen, they were only just older than her students in class. She had only just walked in and already they were manhandling her. Once they had enough to drink, what would happen then? If they thought she was a whore hired for them, she was in dire trouble.
Hearing her master tell them she enjoyed being a slut was worse. What else would he tell them. She had been right about it being bad if he was bored with her. He might give her to them to play with. She wondered if even that grim degradation would trigger her rebellion. Had she been so well trained to obey, that she would submit to them all?
She felt the slap to her bottom, getting harder with raucous encouragement from the crowd. She couldn't help yelping from the slaps. The young guy seemed sorry for her and stopped. The crowd of unruly youths wanted more, but Peter called them to order.
"Clear up the mess, and go fetch a cloth," Peter demanded.
Hollie picked up the sandwiches from the floor and sofa. "Sorry, sir," she repeated while doing so.
She scurried off to the kitchen to fetch a cloth as instructed. It would have been a humiliating thing to do, especially for a proud teacher, yet she was thoroughly cowed into the position of a servant. Even a proud slave would have seen it as being beneath her, to toady to a bunch of adolescents.
She brushed the carpet and sofa, then wiped his jeans. Her bottom was shaking from side to side which captivated those sitting behind her. So used to her position as sex slave, she unthinkingly rubbed his hard cock. She only just stopped herself from undoing the zip to take hold of him.
She looked up into his eyes, ready to apologise. He was looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Fortunately they were all busy talking, mostly about her, and how they would use a sexy maid. She scurried off to the kitchen to escape the young men, and to bring herself under control.
She hadn't been so aroused in such a long time, and it affected her more than it should have. Before she got into trouble she walked out with a fresh tray. Having been told she was a slut, they looked at her with undisguised lust. As expected they were ready to take liberties after a few drinks.
"What do these taste like?" a guy asked, receiving laughter from his friends.
Her breasts were balanced on the edge of the tray, looking like an offering. He had a hold of an engorged nipple, pulling on a piercing ring through the dress He was asking her a rude question. In answer she sighed heavily. It was dreadful and exciting. He let her go, after calling her a beautiful slut.
Another guest put his hand on her bottom while selecting a sandwich. He stroked it and ran a fingernail between her cheeks. Much more of this and she would have an orgasm. The first in a long time. The evening moved along with them being increasingly naughty with her body. The bold ones were openly playing with her, to impress their friends.
So far it was light hearted and not too intrusive. None of them had fingered her pussy, though some had rubbed the little cotton triangle and commented on the rings piercing her lips. It seemed as if all of them had stroked her bare bottom. Some had even pushed at her asshole. What was worse were the coarse comments while they teased her.
"You like a finger up your ass then?" a guy asked, while fingering her asshole.
Her nipples were straining at the dress, showing off the nipple rings, threatening to burst out. Her breathing was deep, heaving her breasts out, deepening the cleavage.
