The Slave Speaks - Chapter 1

EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO reality IS COINCIDENTAL.

I opened my eyes but quickly closed them. It was bright. It brought on much confusion when I realized I was not in my dimly-lit apartment.
"Oh, she's awake." I heard someone murmur dissatisfiedly.
"Hush, Liz. I know she's not what you wanted, but--" she cut off when I sat up.
"What's going on?" I asked, confused.

The two women looked at each other. One was tall and slim, but not skinny. Her green eyes complimented her bright red hair. She wore bright red lip stick, and resembled a 1950's model. She was stunning. The other was rather short and petite. She was clearly Asian, and very beautiful. Her dark hair was shiny and her face showed off her best features naturally.

"You don't remember?" the tall one asked, and I knew she was not Liz, the one who wasn't happy with me.
"Not at all." I felt a cold breeze, and looked down to see that I was very close to naked. My dress was short and seemed to have been cut.
Suddenly, the party came back to me. I agreed to something, something crazy after breaking up with my fiance.

"She remembers now. I can see it in her eyes." the kind one said said. She walked to me and kneeled down. "How much do you know, hon?" her voice was sweet. Attractive.
"I made an agreement. A risky one."
"And now you're mine. I'm Rachel. Welcome to our palace." she grinned, and I felt almost trusting of her.
"I'm.. Yours?" I stuttered. She said nothing, only grinned.

She took my arm and helped me up from the mattress I had slept on. Not a bed, just a mattress on the ground.
"Sorry about the arrangements. It's how a slave lives, sweetie." she did something that shocked me. She pinched my ass, and it was almost pleasing. She laughed at my disbelief, and said, "You're not a regular slave, honey. You're a sex slave."
She led me to the door and into a long hallway, Liz following. "Oh, and I'm sorry about the dress, but there's a maximum amount of fabric a slave is allowed to wear, and you are still exceeding it.." I wondered how I could be wearing more than what was allowed when I was wearing the absolute minimum that you could still call clothing.

We soon came to a door. She barged right in, and we entered almost complete darkness.
"What's your name?" she hissed at me.
"H-heather." I was very nervous.

"Heather has arrived, honey. Are you ready for the performance?" I looked at Rachel nervously and she smiled the same alluring smile.

A man came out from the darkness. He was clearly not a slave, as he was wearing very nice clothes, and a lot of it compared to my ensemble.
"Of course. She's little, Rach." It was true. I only weighed about 100 pounds. My breasts were small as well, and I was very self-conscious of them.
"I know. The others weren't as easy catches. This one was very willing."

He took my hand, and Liz let go. He touched my small breasts and I squirmed a little, but his grip was strong. He gripped harder and spanked me with a sting. "Don't. Move. We are going to a performance. There will be many people and they will watch as I take your virginity." he said, plainly. I looked at him in horror. People were going to watch?! He began stripping me down.