I lived in a house with my mother and my aunt. It was just the three of us, my elder brother was living in another city. My father had passed away whe... I was much younger and my aunt who had got recently divorced had come to live with us.It was a big house with a big pool outside and three rooms. We each had our own room and privacy, which was naturally very important to me.My mother Anne (not her real name) was 46 and my aunt Rachel (again not her real name), her older sister, was 48 at this. “You came hard,” Ms. Samuels, my former history teacher, said. She taught at my high school and was Lee and Melody’s mother. And Clint’s whore. She knelt down beside me, heedless of the piss puddling around me. “You are such a humiliation slut. You’re body got off on it.”I flushed. I did. And that made me feel like such a whore.I squirmed, not wanting to admit it to them. My wrists and ankles throbbed. Ropes bound my hands to my legs, forcing all four of my limbs to stick up in the air above. At that moment you’d assume most folks would be fearful for their lives, watchful for danger, and thinking on how they could somehow get rescued. Kay however had a slightly skewed train of thought. No doubt from the stress, hunger, thirst and lack of sleep but never the less it was not exactly a-typical. Walking along constantly yanking at the out of shape and tattered bra so stretched it was falling off, Kay pondered her situation as she yanked and pulled finally to take off and discard her. Charles had emphasised how important this party was. He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t have to, not to us. Ashley had watched us. Watched us apply our makeup, pack our cases. Roll our stockings up our legs. Fasten them to our suspender belts. “Natasha, can I have lingerie like yours,” Ashley asked.“Yes, but when you’re older,” I told her. “Look, I get home on Sunday afternoon. Monday, I’ll take you shopping, see what we can find in your size, if your Mum doesn‘t mind. Now let me put my knickers.