By the time he arrived, the party was well underway. He saw any number ofsubmissive slaves attached to various pieces of equipment receivingvarious p...nishments. Mistress Monica admitted him and introduced him asSamantha and said for the evening he would be known as she and that shewould soon become a sissy slave. Her new name would be Sissy Sammy.Mistress then led her over to a strange looking cage. It was not veryhigh and anyone placed in it would be bent over on their knees. Two holesat. She looked like some European princess.”I’m pleased to meet you, young lady. Are you a friend of Gunjan’s?”Gunjan laughed and blushed, not used to be the center of attention.”Well, I hope you like it, Atharva,” Gunjan finally said. “Mom sure spent enough money on me today. I’ve been washed and cut and manicured and God knows what else.””Oh, we just did a little maintenance work,” Ali laughed as she went to stand by her daughter and gave her a hug.”Well, whatever you call it, I think it’s great.. ‘Outside!’ Une-Khitay cried, only half dressed, but clutching his sword. ‘The enemy is upon us!’ Looking about in the dark Saru’sinul-tu could seem to locate her sword. All her hands discovered was a long, bamboo stick used for stirring fish ponds. Clutching this she rushed out of the ger, right behind her uncle. * * * CHAPTER 02 Save for the sighs of the wounded and the gasps of the dying nothing rose into the air except the circling shadows of vultures whose black wing tips swept ever closer. What he had was mainly dark, and he knew full well that Ryan was the sort not to stray away from bright colours. They would make a right pair — both dressed to clash. It suddenly made him question why the blond liked dressing so vividly — even at work the odd splash of colour showed up, and it didn’t seem to bother him that as what they did was such a messy job the clothes would’ve gotten marked with oil. He stuck with black, as did everyone else — but Ryan was not a conformist. A pair of.