When I reach the door it opens immediately, to reveal a small thin man with a hump on his back. His skin is sickly pale and his eyes seem flat and dead. He is dressed in formal servants attire that is a bit tattered around the cuffs and collar. His thinning white hair is swept back in what must have once been an impressive display. Waving me forward, he sneers saying, ''Enter whore do not keep them waiting.''
His eyes warming with lust rake over me from head to foot in a way that makes me long to soak in a hot bath. As I pass him his thick tongue passes over his cracked lips in a lewd display, so repulsive that he reminds me of a ghoul. Inside it is so cold that I catch my breath, as he ushers me into a dark corridor off the main hall and through a small door. I am momentarily blinded by bright lights as he leads me onto a stage. When my eyes adjust I realize that I am at the back of a grand ball room filled with people dressed in costumes that look all too real.
A rich deep voice booms above the room," Now that our entertainment is here these are the rules.'' the little man quickly removes my wrap revealing that I am wearing 6inch heeled silver strappy sandals, a leather collar, ankle and wrist cuffs all with heavy silver rings set into them at intervals all the way around. They are locked with silver locks with my Masters mark engraved in them. My dress is a sheer slip of a dress in a shimmering coral split all the way up both sides held in place by a simple silver waist bracelet. The color going from a vibrant coral at the neck to gradually become more sheer as it reaches my hips, leaving nothing below to the imagination. My cinnamon brown skin has been oiled so that it glows beneath the shimmering fabric.
The sudden burst of cold air causes my dark chocolate nipples to tense pulling the fabric tight. My locs are pulled back to flow over my shoulders in a chocolate and cherry wave. I can hear murmurs of approval fill the room as the voice continues, ''the whore must serve each of us. She is not to be killed, eaten, drained or permanently damaged. She will roam the castle and gardens, pleasing all that she encounters. But, as we only have her for 24 hours each encounter is limited to 30 minutes. You may work in groups to combine the time but she must be delivered to her Master by this time tomorrow. The last hour of her time, however, is of course mine so plan your time wisely my friends. She will be held here for 5 minutes then the games will begin. The consequences for any breech of the rules will be both swift and severe. One last note as long as the rules are followed the whore need not consent, her Master has already given that on her behalf. With that said let the games begin''
As I listen I am stunned, Master has never given me over to so many. Fear makes me look for a place to run as the room empties. But, a steely grip stops me. It's the leering ghoul man from the door. He grabs me by the hair forcing me to my knees. ''Suck bitch!'' he demands undoing his trousers and pulling out his stiff drippy cock. Bile fills my throat as a stench rises from his crotch. It smells of dirt, sweat, piss and blood. He slaps my face hard with his lumpy shaft, leaving a trail of sticky pre cum.
