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Christmas Inside Ch. 01

By: bones99



The alarm went off. It was 06:00 and Lara woke along with the other five slaves in her dormitory only slightly refreshed from her six-hour allowance of sleep. She glanced at the calendar as she folded her standard-issue blanket and placed it on her bunk in the dimly lit, windowless box room. It barely contained the two three-tier beds for the slave girls. 23rd December - surely she would be let home soon. She and the five others lined up automatically outside the room, straight backed and naked to wait for inspection and instruction. 

The guard came at 6:05, dressed in his standard uniform of a tight black vest and expensive black Calvin Klein boxers, with a belt and pair of shoes that would seem to the outsider ridiculous. However, as the building and organisation were very insular, the workers were very rarely allowed out. When the guards had leave, they could wear their own clothes, unlike the slaves. Lara pondered this injustice as the guard checked the dorm.

“Number 46b, your blanket is badly folded.”

Lara was rudely shaken from her thoughts; that was her. The number written on her left breast in permanent marker would betray that fact. She stepped forward.

“Sorry, sir.”

“Fold it up, then come here.”

Lara opened and re-folded the blanket hurriedly, both looking forward to and dreading the punishment to come. She turned around and stepped gingerly back out into the corridor. The guard surveyed her. She was short at about five foot four, but her lithe body supported a large and firm pair of breasts. Her face, its lascivious lips dominating the lower area, and its bright, blue eyes the upper, was charming and inviting. Her dark auburn hair, sometimes brown sometimes ginger to the involved observer hung messily but prettily around her face, most of it lost from the hair band during the night. He turned her around and let his eyes drift over her tapered waist to her full butt, which he duly felt. Turning her round to face him again, he grinned at her and said.

“Kiss my hand, and ask me to slap you.”

She had learned from months in this place that this was a light punishment, and that trying to avoid it would be disastrous. She lent forward and tenderly kissed his strong hand.

“Slap me.” She added huskily. He slapped her face lightly, the pleasure of his dominance showing on his lips.

“Right. Today you’re preparing for Christmas. The Mistresses want it to be spectacular, and if it isn’t, you slags are going to pay.” He pulled out a palmtop from a black pouch hung on his belt.

“44a, 44b, 45a and 46b will follow me now. 45b and 46a will report to Room 41 for preparation for departure.”

45b and 46a were two happy-looking women. The naked two, stifling smiles, were pleased that their good behaviour had paid off, and after six weeks in, they would get one week out with their friends and family. The remaining four looked far less elated; Christmas for them had effectively been cancelled. Eight weeks in had rewarded them with nothing. But then again, they hadn’t sucked as much dick as Tina and Hannah, who walked off happily, knowing that within minutes they would be clothed (albeit sluttishly) and released. The other four women followed the guard along several long corridors and down to Room 38 on Level 2, four storeys below their dorms and the “costume cupboard” of the organisation. Their guard pulled out his skeleton key and herded them into C6, the Christmas department. 

Although all four women had spent the past week completely naked and observed (not to mention seven other fabric-lite weeks), the sight of clothes reminded them somewhat of their nudity, and modesty, a modified and far less powerful sense here, made them slightly edgy. The guard was searching through racks of scanty Santa costumes, reindeer tails and revealing elf-clothes, and turned to the four ladies with a small amount of then unidentified red clothing. Easily unhooking the fabric, he separated four red thongs and threw one at each slave in turn.

“Don’t put them on yet.” He examined his palmtop again, and after a short while had confirmed the Mistresses’ other requirements. Clicking his fingers angrily, the costume-servant appeared. A tall, blonde woman allowed only pair of white hot pants and a bra; she curtseyed before the guard and awaited her instructions. Receiving them with a caress of her exposed and flat midriff, she quickly produced the demanded white fluff that rims Santa costumes and cut ribbons of it, which she sewed with lightning speed onto the four thongs of the slaves. Standing to attention all the while, the slaves peered on anxiously at their emerging costumes. The finished thong sported a fur trim around its top thicker than the garment itself, and the Lycra material from which it was made looked embarrassingly stretchy. 

“Put them on, bitches.” Ordered the guard.

The women donned the thongs, examining each others’ to judge their adjustments. Lara briefly enjoyed the sensuality of the thong before the guard attached a bright red leather leash snugly to her neck. She then lined up with the similarly leashed slave girls to have her hands chained loosely and lightly in front of her. The silver chains were thin and easily breakable by hammer, but were designed simply to keep the slaves working; they were long enough to allow considerable arm movement. Lara was mildly aroused by being chained, and would remain so for the remainder of the holiday season.

Lara waited outside the room, feeling the smooth Lycra of her thong with pleasure, and enjoying the sight of Geri (45a to the authorities) in hers. A petite blonde of Lara’s height but with thinner features, her comely face was played by smirks as she eyed up Lara’s breasts. The two glanced around and stole a quick kiss, Geri’s hands running down to Lara’s arse, the chains slung over her head. They were startled as Tina and Hannah walked past, stopping to look them over. The two, tallish and slender, but with nicely prominent breasts and behinds, were dressed in short white dresses and white stilettos. As they stood, they unconsciously pulled the skirts down, but they barely covered their thin white thongs. Tina’s black hair had been brushed and hung cleanly over her shoulders. It was uncommon for slaves to speak for fear of punishment, but obviously her civilian clothes inspired some bravery in her. 

“You too look so slutty, but hot.” 

“So do you. Dick-sucking lips always make you look like a hot bitch.” Lara was bitter at Tina’s shameless flaunting of her love for head, a love that had bought her out for a while.

Tina smiled slyly, and, using her unbound hands, closed in behind Lara and clasped her waist, leaning in over her shoulder. Geri had removed her hands and stood nervously watching the door to C6. Tina’s hands dropped to Lara’s skimpy Christmas thong, and went under it towards her cunt.

“Yes, but my lips got me out of here over the holiday. I’ll be on the outside, sleeping all I like, drinking red wine and having sex when I want it. You’ll be stuck in here until Easter, getting fucked so long as you’re wet. We all like it, but sometimes you need to get outside; wear some of your own clothes and walk down the street.” Lara was wet from Tina’s touch, but looked round at her stubbornly.

“Who knows - I might smuggle you in a pair of knickers, if you eat me in January.” She pressed herself to Lara’s back as she gloated these words, enjoying every single one.

“I’ll see you in the New Year, bitch.” She whispered invitingly as she applied slight pressure to Lara’s shorn pubic mound. Tina then nibbled her ear quickly and left, guiding the young blonde Hannah down the corridor towards the stairwell. Lara and Geri watched her arse as the very bottom of it showed under the tight dress riding up over her tanned cheeks.

“She’ll make French Maid next year, lucky bitch.” Said Geri bitterly.

“Oh, serving food and getting fucked - what’s so good about that?” asked Lara quietly, pulling at the leather collar to loosen its soft grip. 

“More holiday, more clothes, better sex, nicer dorms…” Lara looked despairingly as Geri answered.

“And we’re stuck as slave-girls forever.”

They rocketed straight back to attention as the door to C6 opened and the guard came out followed by ‘44a’ and ‘44b’, or Christina and Kirsty on the outs. The two were both wearing strappy red stilettos and short, bright red, long-sleeved crop-tops, made of Lycra so thin, and stretched so incredibly, that they were nearly see-through. Even white-blonde Christina, with her petite frame and pretty little tits, only just fitted the top in some areas, only her thin arms allowing the material to shrink back to its original size. Kirsty however, a taller and fuller slave girl, may just as well have had nothing on. The fabric was stretched so tightly over her breasts that her number was clearly visible through the top. Her dark, long hair would hide her breasts from time to time as she knelt and it covered her front, but her large, rouge nipples poked almost through the Lycra top. The guard handed such a top to Lara – in its original form it was ridiculously small – and she battled and stretched to pull the thing over her D-cup breasts. After her had unchained and re-bound her hands, and a bright red lipstick had been passed around, he led the Christmas bitches to the central hall of the complex. 

There, they were able to look at themselves in the full-length wall-mirrors in the light and airy space. Lara examined herself as the guard contacted someone from the palmtop to discover their jobs for the day. Starting with her new and tawdry red shoes, and following up her smooth and shapely legs, Lara was turned on by her own appearance. The thin thong and thicker trimming led to her flat and taught midriff and then to the crop-top, the Lycra giving in to its instincts and bunching up below her breasts and on her arms, creating ripples of cheap red fabric. She used her loosely chained hands to put her hair back in her band, now red and adorned with tinsel, leaving her trademark small spurt of hair at the front. Her full lips were covered with thick crimson lipstick. She noticed from a darker rouge patch on her panties that she had already moistened her new thong. She realised how dirty she looked, like a harlot in all this red, but that was the point of being a slave-girl here; she could have no dignity. 

Christmas Inside Ch. 02



"First you'll be helping to clean this hall, and then to put up the decorations. You'll be working an extra hour tonight, and all of Christmas Eve to get everything ready. We'll wait until your equipment gets here." He lined them up, their backs almost touching the mirrors and strolled along in front of them, examining them one by one. Her came to Lara and stared lingeringly at her rounded breasts, stretching the red over them alluringly. He placed his hands on them and felt them slowly; Lara closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch. 

"Whilst we're waiting, you can entertain me." He motioned for her to get on her knees, which she did obediently. She looked up at him, her eyes asking him what he intended to do as her mouth dared not. He reached out and grabbed Christina by the leather neck-strap.

"Kneel behind me". With a surly but submissive look in her eye, she mirrored Lara and knelt behind the guard. He lowered his black Calvin boxers, revealing muscled buttocks and strong upper thighs. His cock was half erect, less than a few inches from Lara's anxious face.

"46b, eat my dick. 44a kiss my arse." He pulled Lara's face gently toward him, and her eyes eagerly looked up as her lips touched his cock. Christina waited for a second before pursing her pert lips to his cheeks and kissing softly. The guard gently guided Lara's mouth fully over his now erect dick, smiling at Christina's kiss. "Good bitches. Get moving." He ran his hands through Lara's auburn ponytail as she wetted her mouth, now full of him. Although she had been fiercely independent in her own life, in the building she was slowly but gladly submissive, and after a few timid movements of her tongue on the guard's dick, she relaxed and remembered how much she enjoyed this. Christina put her bound hands up to the guard's waist and lent her face against his arse, lowering her hands again to his cheeks and massaging them rhythmically as she kissed. She enjoyed the feel of his sculpted figure, and willingly submitted to his rule, resolved to pleasure him to her best. A small, lewd smile crept over her face as she continued. Lara had started slowly, and now began to caress faster with her tongue, pushing her head against his body to fill her mouth. She closed her eyes and forgot Geri and Kirsty looking on, relishing the dirty thrill of sucking him off. 

After five minutes, the guard was excited and had grabbed Lara by the back of her head, forcing himself onto her. His dick had stifled a filthy beam on her lips, and he encouraged her to suck harder and faster as he filled her mouth. Christina kissed him ever harder, caressing his muscles in time to Lara's moves, occasionally sneaking a view of 46b, eyes closed, mouth full, shamelessly enjoying her submission. Lara's lightly tanned skin was flushed on her cheeks, and small strands of her hair had been weighed down to her skin by a light sweat. The guard tensed and suddenly came in Lara's mouth, pulling out of her mouth quickly to let off a few small squirts on her face. Lara kept her eyes closed, and swallowed unselfconsciously and greedily, small white beads on her cheeks and nose. She remained still, awaiting further instructions. The guard turned abruptly and looked down at Christina, who was licking her lips.

"Dry off my shaft." Christina took a deep breath and ran her hands over his shrinking cock, Lara's saliva and his cum covering her slender fingers. She looked at them briefly, and closing her eyes, licked them clean. The guard nodded his approval and pulled a lengthy tuft of her free, white-blonde hair up to his dick, draping it sensually over the shaft and soaking it immediately. Commanding both to stand up, he turned to Lara and stroked his hands between her legs.

"Made you wet didn't it, you filthy little whore." He gloated.

The he turned back to Christina, clasping her firm but thin frame and turning her away from him. He stepped back and admired her shapely arse cheeks, slapping them with his damp hand before stepping closer and burying his hand between her slender thighs. He pulled aside the thin red thong and ran his finger along her cunt, she trembling slightly. 

"Stay wet. I'm going to do you in fifteen minutes." He commanded authoritatively. 

The wooden panelled doors to the great hall swung open and a guard entered with a trolley of cleaning equipment behind him. The mops, buckets, dusters, cloths and brooms were distributed, and the two guards went and sat down on the leather armchairs in the corner of the huge hall to survey their underlings at work.

"Good arse, the thin blonde."

"Yeah, she was kissing mine not five minutes ago." Smiled the first guard.

"There's something about the short ginger one that's quite… she's very inviting, but not as fit as the tall brown-haired one… 44b I think it says."

"Oh, 46b, yeah, she's very enticing. It's the face; very keen. She wants it. Like the one who left for the outside this morning; great lips."

"Shit, I know what you mean. But look at those tits!" Lara's breasts were straining under her top as she mopped the floor. The strength of the material looked doubtful behind her firm, heaving, protruding chest.

"Tits like that and such a slim waist. And look at the arse…"

She stopped to brush back her sweat-dampened hair, unaware that she was being discussed several yards away. She ran her finger under the lining of the thong, the tight red Lycra shrinking back quickly. She tugged again at the leather necktie, before getting back to work.

After two hours, the slaves were tired and slowed. The parquet floor was spotlessly clean, the white panelled walls and shiny mirrors gleaming in the light from the high-hung chandeliers. The guard's palmtop beeped, informing him that four more females were on their way to help out with the tinsel and tree.

"Eight is too many, they might try something. We'll need to attach the leashes. Get them for us please."

The second guard disappeared, returning momentarily with eight red extendable leads and four more ripe slave girls chained to and pulling a huge, heavy trolley full of tinsel, baubles, and other decorations. After examining and feeling them up, they began unchaining them. Immediately they leashed them, the two guards tying the long leads to their belts four each, and then they sat back down to observe the work.

At one in the afternoon two male slaves came in, dragging behind them a gigantic Christmas tree. Fifteen feet tall with a thick trunk, the guards helped the male slaves to stand it up in the centre of the hall.

"The Mistress will be pleased." Observed the first guard. The two male slaves, of medium height and the lean build developed by their manual labour, wore embarrassingly tight and small red Speedos. Their bodies were covered with faded oil and dirt, and as soon as they were able they left the hall to return to their usual work, shamed by the giggles of the gaggle of slave girls. The two guards waited until the girls had finished draping some gold tinsel over the large doorframe, using a white emulsion-stained stepladder, before calling them over, and tugging on their leads. The girls stood lined up as they had been trained over several months, for some of them years, in the building.

"The tree must look perfect. Take out the decorations and do it. You've got an hour before its back to hard work."

They dragged the trolley of decorations over and emptied them carefully out, their loosely bound hands of barely any hindrance. The two guards looked on idly, exchanging ribald grins at the sight of the girls bending down or some straining cleavage.

The bitches whispered amongst themselves as they unpacked the decorations. In among the tinsel and baubles were golden chains, red lacy knickers and thongs with golden thread, and festive figurettes resembling indecent and sluttish Barbies. The fairy for the top of the tree was a doll wearing a red-leather catsuit.

"That's supposed to be the Mistress. It has dark hair like her." Whispered 44a.

"And good tits too." The group giggled, looking around guiltily at the guards, who had not noticed.

The other figures were wearing thin and sluttish underwear, some nothing at all, but all had a puff of tiny tinsel in their hair.

"No Christmas was ever like this on the outside." Observed Lara.

They decorated the tree, occasionally straining as the leashes, tied now to a chandelier 10 feet above them, reached their 20-foot maximum length. The girls, in a state of heightened arousal not uncommon for them inside the organisation, flirted with each other and took any opportunity to be tactile. The four newly arrived slave girls were also scantily clad, their costumes inducing excitement not normally associated with a Christian festival. Each wore cheap red stockings held up by tinsel garters, sparingly tailored red leotards, and matching arm-length gloves. On their heads they sported mock reindeer horns over their hair, much to the amusement of the guards.

Lara rounded the tree and had a hurried conversation with an acquaintance of hers from the other slave-band.

"You know Tina got out over Christmas."

"Dirty tart." Replied 35a, or Cecile to Lara.

"Well, as long as I've got you with me in here." Cecile and Lara had both been here for eight months. Cecile stared understandingly at Lara, Lara looking back into her turquoise eyes. She reached out and stroked Cecile's gloved arm.

"I love this glove – the material's like your stocking, smooth and silky." She ran her hands sensually over the slender arm of her companion, both knelt behind the green tree. 

"Well, it wasn't my choice, but it looks good."

"You know where I want that gloved arm." Lara grinned licentiously at the strawberry blonde. The leotard showed off an attractively slim figure, with great breasts that Lara could not resist groping. Cecile's gloved arm brushed lightly Lara's inner thigh, sending her quietly wild. Lara's chained hands pushed Cecile's toward her now dripping cunt. Hours of forced foreplay had left her unsatisfied.

"Cecile I'm tired of always being used to satisfy other people. I like being a slave here, I can let go sometimes, but…" Cecile responded by putting her red puckered lips on Lara's Lycra covered nipple. It hardened at her tongue's touch. Her hand was guided to Lara's moist snatch, where she pulled her festive thong aside to allow Cecile to massage her. The two continued, Lara's juices leaking slowly on to the polished floor. Cecile kissed Lara on the mouth and then the two continued à la Française before Cecile slipped a wetted, thinly veiled finger inside Lara and began to thumb her clit. Lara whispered breathlessly.

"Give me something to bite on, else I'll scream when I climax."

Cecile, concentrating on the task in hand, scrabbled carelessly around on the floor for something, feeling and snatching three small red thongs meant to adorn the tree. She shoved them into Lara's mouth and sealed it with a kiss. Lara breathed heavily through her nose, and as Cecile bent and kissed her clit, Lara came, convulsing and writhing silently on the floor, her chained hands stretching against their metal bonds. 

Lara opened her eyes and looked up coquettishly at Cecile. Although she had spent many an hour gagged like a true slave in this place, she still forgot to remove the thongs before trying to talk to her fellow bitch.

"-Han-s…" She muffled. Then she removed the thongs, stained darker red with patches of her saliva, and tried again.

"Thanks babe, that was wonderful." 

Cecile kissed her mound and pulled her to her feet, feeling up her arse as she did. "Wipe yourself and the floor off with the thongs, or the guards will find out and punish us. Lara, smiling sheepishly, bent her knees and lowered herself down, staring alluringly at Cecile. Her cheeks almost on the wet floor, she wiped the thongs slowly over the smooth finish, and pushed herself back up again. Thrusting the thongs into Cecile's hand, she said huskily.

"Clean me off".

Cecile wiped the thongs slowly across Lara's cunt and then replaced Lara's own undergarment. She looked at the wet, fragrant thongs in her hand, grinned filthily at Lara, and put two on the tree. 

"No-one will know, whilst we serve them at their Christmas, what's on their tree. Beautifully ironic, isn't it?" Lara smiled.

"Never mind that. Put the other one on, as a memento."

Cecile held it to her nose and breathed in.

"I love your smell. Your guard must shower you well…" Lara winked at her. Cecile, looking at Lara, took off her leotard, and slipped into the tiny thong, licking her fingers afterwards. Then she replaced the festive, open back leotard.

"Shit, you have a vpl." She was right; the thong, albeit miniature, showed through the crimson leotard. "Come on, before they miss us."



Christmas Inside Ch. 03



As they re-appeared round the huge tree, the guards didn't even look. They were too busy fiddling with the expensive sound system concealed in the wall. Suddenly it sprang into life, playing some gangsta rap:

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon

Warren G was on the streets…

The slave girls barely noticed; they were involved in the decorations, and laughing quietly, hands on buttocks to lift someone carrying a decoration, thongs admired, and stolen kisses at any excuse. Two bitches, 46b and 35a emerged flushed and wet. Looking at his watch, the Lara's guard decided to bring the fun to an end. He retrieved the leashes from the chandelier and warned them that they had only ten minutes left. The tree was covered with both traditional and lewd decorations, and as he called time, 44b was placing the fairy on the top, supported by two smiling slave girls who held her feet on their shoulders. Allowing her to dismount, the guard then drew his band of four to him, they lining up out of habit.

"Right that's finished. You've got the ladies' shower room and toilets to clean before dinner."

As three of them gathered their cleaning tools, the guard detained 44a and whispered in her ear.

"Want to sleep on Christmas eve bitch?"

"Yes sir." Christina's eyes thinned and she concentrated on his instructions.

"You did my arse well today. I'm gonna fuck you in a minute. If it's good, you're in my room."

"Sir, what's "good" today then?"

"Use your imagination." Christina was already wracking her brains as to how to spice up the sex. He had control over her anyway, what could she do. As he ordered her to kneel on all fours facing the tall mirror, '94 Ho Draft came on the sound system. The guard smirked as he looked round at all the hos already drafted in.

Ladies and Gentlemen: Pimps, players and hustlers: Welcome to the nineteen ninety four… ho-ooo draft.

… We got ladies like Kim… we got…uh… Tammy… she still got some good pussy, oh yes she do… also we got Vivian, the video ho that's been in everybody's video… we got Amy… that bitch from the Westside… we got Melanie… burn baby burn.

The guard looked down an Christina, knelt behind her and, moving and placing her thong to one side of her slightly moist hole, felt his way along her abdomen to her small, pert breasts. Looking straight ahead into the mirror, he slipped his hands under the tight Lycra and headed for her tits. Feeling them briefly, he withdrew and stroked her smooth, tanned back. She was glistening now, and then she asked.

"Please sir, can I have you inside me now?" This was obviously how she intended to please him. She abandoned all shame and begged loudly, a knowing, filthy smirk on her beautiful face:

"Fuck me now. I want your cock." The guard was intrigued, and after running his erect dick teasingly over her thighs and butt entered her. 

A mixture between greed and genuine enjoyment, Christina smiled and resolved to enjoy herself and show it. Looking at herself in the mirror, her light blond hair hanging messily around her head and shoulders, she judged the pleasure of her master in the mirror. She cranked it up a level, positively pushing herself back at him. In turn, he began to pound her harder. Christina noticed the other slave band leave, her guard slapping her arse and winking at his comrade. Seeing her opportunity, she requested loudly:

"Spank me again, please sir." When he did it again, she realised that she quite enjoyed it, and yelped happily. She was attracted to her master, his muscled six-foot-two physique controlling her pleasurably. His shorn hair led to a small goatee and a roguish covering of stubble that added to the sleazy enjoyment. His face was masculine undoubtedly, but his wide, rounded eyes and larger than average lips gave him a beauty. She noticed that the scarlet tinsel on her leash was coming loose, and ripped it off, kissing it and tossing it back to the guard.

"Merry Christmas, sir." She added unctuously, out of breath from her exertion. She brought her thighs closer together, and regularly clenched her floor muscles to make herself tighter for the guard, who was now hammering her hard from behind. The other three bitches looked on curiously, smiling amongst themselves. She closed her eyes to avoid the burning embarrassment; focusing on the sleep she would gain tomorrow night, throwing her hair wildly around, sweating as she ground her hips onto his. She felt a warm liquid on her lower back and slowed a little, ready to jump off and claim her reward. She was quite looking forward to sleeping in his bed, rendering him the same service and ingratiating herself with him. Perhaps next year she would join Tina as a French maid. He had stopped and she slipped off his wet cock, opening her eyes.

"Face me." She turned and looked up at the guard's face, before a hot white jet of cum hit her face.

She recovered her senses quickly to see the guard smirk at her and shake his head. If his eyes could have spoken they would have said, "You fell for that one?" He looked at her disappointed face, covered with his sex, and smiled sadistically. Getting up, he shook his cock off over her, and then gathered the leashes as he pulled up his underwear and re-attached his belt. The other girls were giggling at her, and as she got up and followed, wiping the cum from her clear skin, she felt the full shame of one who had to tried to pull of an audacious move, but ended up looking like a fool. She kept sweating steadily, the embarrassment refusing stubbornly to subside.

That evening, after a hard afternoon cleaning the ladies changing rooms, which as slaves they were forbidden to use, the girls sat down in canteen 3, 2 storeys underground with the other 47 slaves still in the complex. With their food heap onto a plate from the hot-trays, the girls perched at the end of one of the long metal benches that spanned the length of the large but low-ceilinged eatery.

"I'm fed up of eating their bloody leftovers." Grumbled Kirsty as she tucked into a scrap of pheasant breast and some lukewarm carrots.

"Have you ever seen their canteen?" asked Lara, interestedly.

"No, but one of the demotées from last year, who was a French maid, said that it was basically a gourmet restaurant. And canteen 2, for the guards, is quite plush too." Chipped in Geri.

"What did she get demoted for?" asked Christina.

"What do you care, easy-rider?" retorted Lara, light-heartedly, but with a serious questioning tinge and hint of condemnation. Geri and Kirsty laughed.

Later on, as they hung up their small costumes carefully in their small, dank dorm, the naked slave girls lined up and kissed the guard under the standard mistletoe hung just inside their room. The guard enjoyed their arses as they did this, and all the sluts except Christina seemed to enjoy his handling. She was still bitter with him for his betrayal earlier that day, and as they lay in the dark, two people short for the first time in months, they each questioned her about her behaviour.

"But he said I would be able to sleep with him on Christmas Eve!"

"He must have been born yesterday." Laughed Lara.

"But… We've had a great understanding since I've been here. He's always treated me quite well…"

"You are a silly bitch, Christina!" chuckled Lara, turning over and yawning. "You'd never catch me being so stupid!" Geri giggled and then yawned. As always happened, after a hard day's work, the slave girls fell into a deep sleep very quickly, Lara's words ringing in their ears.

The following morning, Lara glanced at the calendar before going to line up. Christmas eve. She would not be allowed to return to her bed until late on Christmas night, and mentally steeled herself. After so many months as a slave, on the very bottom rung of the ladder in this building, Lara had given up requesting anything, as any dissention was embarrassingly punished. She had allowed her submissive side to shine through in everything she did. She curtseyed without thinking to the guard, forgetting her nudity. She had not covered her legs for months, had not seen a coat since April, and was so used to seeing herself naked that it ceased to have any shock value. Christina's submissiveness was no less guaranteed, but a slight rebellion manifested itself in her surly gestures that morning. 

After reading his palmtop files, the guard spoke.

"There's a lot for you to do today. The corridors on this floor all need thorough cleaning, and then in the afternoon presents for the Mistresses need wrapping and sorting. During the night, you will help to prepare the party and on the day you will be on tap to fulfil the Mistresses' wants. You will work hard like the bitches that you are. This Christmas is not for you, it is for your betters."

As they scrubbed the corridors around their rooms that morning, the girls noticed how active the building was. Other slaves were darting back and forth, worn out. The few male slaves were being worked incredibly hard, carrying heavy packages back and forth all day, and keeping the heating and air conditioning running perfectly. The slave girls had all re-clothed with their new Christmas gear, and when Lara saw Cecile pass, she remarked with a smile that the vpl was still there.

That afternoon the slave band joined about twenty others one of the secondary halls in the buildings. In the middle was a large pile of gifts and boxes of all sizes. An unknown guard approached Geri after having checked the black number written on her left breast.

"45a over here." He commanded.

Geri, her petite frame trembling with a frisson of youthful excitement walked over to and stood to attention in front of the guard.

"You are being given to Mistress Brooke for Christmas. You will need to put on… outfit 14… yes… and report for wrapping up tomorrow at 4:00am." He slapped her arse as she walked out toward the 'costume department'. When she got there, she was given an expensive, but small, pair of black panties and a top hat. 

Meanwhile, Lara was wrapping up a beautiful silken black bra and trying to concentrate on the work, not on her guard who had been eyeing her all day. He and the other five guards in the room had just finished gagging all the slave girls working on the presents. They had no time to chat. Red ball-gags had silenced the majority, a few being let off with only a piece of red fabric tied over their mouth and chin. Eventually the guard approached Lara and her heart skipped. She would not be played like Christina. His hands clasped her waist.

"You want this gag off?"

She nodded in resigned affirmation.

"I can get it off right now if you eat Kirsty." Although Lara did not fancy Kirsty, she recognised that she was very attractive. It would also make Cecile jealous and want her more if word got out. Anyway, refusing a guard was unwise, and eating Kirsty would be pleasant, not humiliating. She affirmed and he undid the ball gag, attaching a leash to her red-leather necktie and compelling her out of the hall to a side room, where Kirsty lay, thong beside her, legs apart, on a sofa. The guard took a seat on a pre-positioned stool, and signalled that he wished her to begin.

Lara pushed back the trademark tuft of hair that hung over her left eye, licked her lips and looked into Kirsty's eyes. The she knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, and began. The first touch of her lips as she kissed Kirsty's pubic mound sent a hot chill through her. She knew she had made the right decision, and as soon as Kirsty was wet enough, she started to tongue her slit. She forgot about the guard, even who Kirsty really was, and enjoyed giving pleasure in her submissive way. She ended by pushing her tongue into the opening slit, lapping up the delicious juices that ran from it and only stopping when she felt the tell-tale convulsions and heard Kirsty's ecstatic gasp. The guard noticed that Lara was wet and as Kirsty recovered, helped her up and caressed her arse, pulling her to him and slipping his hard cock into her. She had lost all her nagging doubts and gratefully accepted the satisfaction, throwing her loosely bound arms over his neck and hitching up her legs to aid his thrusts. He came inside her, laying her down next to Kirsty on the sofa. Pulling up his Calvin's, he spoke.

"You can get out of present wrapping if you stay in this room. I'll even get you some wine." The two sat, satisfied and happy, nodding their agreement.

When the guard returned with a bottle of Merlot and two glasses, Kirsty and Lara were already cuddled up on the sofa. He had noticed that slaves, often denied of affection from other people, turned to each other. Lara was kissing her nipple and the two were laughing. The poured the wine, a drink neither had enjoyed for months, and drank. The guard snuck out as they laughed, fully relaxed and chatty for the first time in ages.

When he returned, the bottle was half empty, and the girls were playing with each other, both discarded their thongs and succumbed to the suggestive power of Bacchus. The guard was with two others, both shorter than him by a few inches, but both with short hair as well. After not having drunk alcohol for months, one glass had made the pair of bitches very flirtatious, and when the guards took out their meat, the two girls got up from the couch and lived their submissive roles.

Lara crouched on all fours, waiting for them. The guards conferred and decided on their position. Lara's own guard entered her from behind, noting how soaking wet she was. A blond guard knelt, his cock in front of her face, and slipped in to her mouth. She enjoyed the dirtiness of it, and began to revel in her harlotry. Under her, Kirsty slipped, kissing her tits, and then licking the balls of the blond guard as Lara salivated with his dick in her mouth. In the locked, windowless room she let go and ground herself onto her guard. Kirsty below her was now fondling her tits, and encouraging her. Convinced no one could see her, Lara enjoyed the blond guard coming on her face as he pulled out, licking what she could into her mouth. She came off her guard and asked huskily:

"Come on my dirty little face sir." He pulled her round by her leash, locked short, until then dangling from her neck, and unloaded in her face. When she had recovered from her orgasmic laughter, she looked up and saw the third guard with his camera. (3)