In the corner, the dolls stared almost accusingly at her, the latest addition to the harem. Pat ignored them, too busy was she fighting the butterflie... in her stomach, and the pee threatening to escape and run down her thighs. Think of it as a prank, she told herself, feeling as if her heart would burst through her second skin.She took her place among the dolls, just in time. Darragh wheeled himself in, as he did the last time she saw him in here. Then he rose, removed his dressing gown and. ” Master J was going down in history as the best auctioneer ever, thought several men as their dates were ignored. A virgin slave was incredibly rare - most of these girls were foreigners, brought over on the black market, but there was one or two kidnapped little girls who were still innocent, tight, and oh-so-delicious. A shivering young blonde, totally nude, was dragged onto the stage, a crude leather collar clipped brutally tight around her neck. Master J hauled her upright with a fistful. He shined the flashlight in my eyes. "What's your name?" he asked.I squinted from being blinded by the light. "Umm, Maria. I'm sorry, sir. I was just trying to get home." I told him. He was a muscular-looking man, probably in his early thirties, with short dark hair and blue eyes. A husband and a father, perhaps. He had that gentle look to him. But he was certainly not ugly."Are you under the influence, Maria?" Fuck! I thought again. He knew. He knew I was drunk and I was going to jail for. I saw more than a few beers in their hands or sitting around, and felt myself frowning. A part of me, a small vicious part, thought I could report them all and bust this whole place, but I squashed it.“Your parents aren’t home?” I asked Katie as she tugged me into the room. “No, they’re out at the symphony tonight” she said brightly “They don’t normally get home until 1 or 2 in the morning. So you get kicked out at midnight” she said with a quick flash of a grin back at me.I don’t know why but.