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The party continued. Anything else would be unthinkable. Bad form and all that. There was already enough of a problem between Vincent and myself. If I canceled the party or made him leave, he'd make trouble, especially in light of the auction.

So we went on with the party and it was much more normal after I took Annie to her room and left her with a carton of milk and several washcloths and the warning that she call me if anything else happened to her.

The look in her eye when she said, "Anything else like what, sir?" was definitely not the look a slave gives her master.

I didn't correct her. She was up to two dozen points. I was going to have fun with her.

Once she recovered.

Kie was disciplined soundly, until her screams should have kept Annie in the holding cell from sleeping. Then Kie was tied to a St. Andrews cross and left.

From there, it became a normal party, with Chloe and Cecile doing their best to make up for the missing two women. They sucked and fucked and took us all down, two men on each of them, Claude and I splitting Chloe between us, all of us kneeling as he took her from the front and I took her from the rear. Meanwhile Andrew and Vincent cropped Cecile until she crawled to them and begged for any humiliation but no more crop.

There was more. There was a lot more. Most of it was pleasant, feeding the hunger inside me.

But none of it was able to distract me from thoughts of Annie.

And thoughts about Kie.

And Vincent.

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