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They lifted me -actually they pulled me off the floor without like they'd grab a bag.

More.. What more will you do to me?
What torture, what indignity that you haven't already done?

Masked man gripped my arm. Kept me from falling down again.

"Wonderful artwork, Lydia" praised the woman.

How I hated her voice!

"The message is clear, isn't it" she continued, listening to her own voice.

Then to me, running her sharp nails on the scorched lines of the whip.

"The welts will remain three or four days on your cute body, trollop. Enough for that Austrian bitch to read and learn her lesson.
The message? Never touch a member of the Club without permission.
Tell her next time we will keep you. We could prostitute you, sell you. Keep you in a cage as a commodity. Anything!"

Through the confusion of my mind one thing came through:
Was it over? Were they letting me go?

"And in fact, even if that Tawny wisely keeps to herself, we may use you later."

"For as long as the Club wants" cut Sven."A filly that has been ours remains ours."

"You're chattel to us now", added the masked man in a voice that confirmed his lesser status.

"Would you walk our new harlot to the door, dear?"asked the Mistress.

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They lifted me -actually they pulled me off the floor without like they'd grab a bag.

More.. What more will you do to me?
What torture, what indignity that you haven't already done?

Masked man gripped my arm. Kept me from falling down again.

"Wonderful artwork, Lydia" praised the woman.

How I hated her voice!

"The message is clear, isn't it" she continued, listening to her own voice.

Then to me, running her sharp nails on the scorched lines of the whip.

"The welts will remain three or four days on your cute body, trollop. Enough for that Austrian bitch to read and learn her lesson.
The message? Never touch a member of the Club without permission.
Tell her next time we will keep you. We could prostitute you, sell you. Keep you in a cage as a commodity. Anything!"

Through the confusion of my mind one thing came through:
Was it over? Were they letting me go?

"And in fact, even if that Tawny wisely keeps to herself, we may use you later."

"For as long as the Club wants" cut Sven."A filly that has been ours remains ours."

"You're chattel to us now", added the masked man in a voice that confirmed his lesser status.

"Would you walk our new harlot to the door, dear?"asked the Mistress.