Decadence, Population 74

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

This had been the best idea she had in quite a while.  She had been going crazy.  It was almost like cabin fever.  While she loved New York and felt herself very fortunate for finding a job there right out of college, there was only so much of the Big Apple that she could take.  It was time for a break.

Sophie had taken Friday off and rented a car.  Then she drove to her parents’ house in New Jersey to pick up her dog.  Duke was a beautiful Golden Retriever and he lived with her parents since New York was no place to keep a dog.  But she loved her puppy, which technically was no longer a puppy at six years old, and she tried to spend as much time with him as possible.

They had spent the last two days together exploring eastern Pennsylvania.  They hiked around a bit, enjoying the fall colors and they drove through small towns and beautiful countryside.

Now it was early afternoon on Sunday and they would have to be returning home again so that she could return Duke to her parents and she could be back in the city to rejoin the rat race on Monday.

They were in Amish country and Sophie was loving it.  It was so picturesque and so quaint.  Sophie decided that her next job would be here if she could pull that off.  It would be wonderful to be able to live in the midst of all of this beauty.

Even the names of the towns were quaint and colorful.  They had passed through White Horse and Honey Brook and Paradise and Bird in Hand.  And some of the towns were even comical with names like Blue Ball and Intercourse.

But the sightseeing had to end and Sophie turned the car around to head north before heading east to her parents’ house.  She had avoided the Interstates and other major highways so far and she decided to continue their journey along back roads.  It was much prettier that way.

The map she had was not very helpful, though.  It showed the larger towns and the major highways just fine.  But many of the roads they had been on were not even on the map.  Even some of the towns were not shown.  But the car did have a compass so she knew what direction she was heading.  If she just kept driving north for an hour or so and then started heading east, she would find the Delaware River and New Jersey.

She turned east eventually on a two lane road.  It was very hilly here and she figured that she must be in the Poconos.  Again, she was struck by the beauty of the scenery and especially the bright reds and oranges and yellows of the fall leaves.  It was gorgeous.

The road twisted through the hills which were becoming higher and higher as she traveled eastward.  After about thirty minutes, it became a gravel road and she worried about how much longer it would remain a road at all.

She glanced down at her gas gage and groaned as she saw that it was just above empty.  She was at a decision point, she knew.  She figured she could turn around now and get back to ‘civilization’ where she could buy gas.  Or she could hope that she found something up ahead.  But if she didn’t find something soon, she would be stranded and that was not very appealing at all.

Just then, she noticed a road sign ahead.  She decided to see what it said.  If it gave her hope of finding something up ahead, then she would continue forward.  Otherwise, she would turn around and go back the other way.

She pulled to a stop at the sign to read it.  It said “Decadence, Population 21.”  But the 21 was crossed out and there was a 43 beneath it.  It too had been crossed out, as were 52 and 64.  A freshly painted 73 showed the current population of the town.

“What a name!” said Sophie to Duke.  “These people sure have a sense of humor about their towns.  At least they’re growing.  Maybe they’ll have a gas station.”

Duke had turned his head to look at her while she was talking but as soon as she finished, he stuck it back out the window to snort the fresh air as Sophie put the car back in gear and started down the road again.

There were still no signs of life and Sophie started to question her decision.  But just as she was about to stop and turn around, two riders on horseback appeared alongside the road.  She put the car back into park and waited for the riders to approach the car.

The woman rode her horse to the driver’s side of the car and Sophie rolled her window down.  “Hello there, Missy.  You look like you’re lost.  What are you looking for?”

“I’m so glad to see you,” said Sophie as she looked up at the woman.  She looked to be about thirty and was very attractive.  She was dressed as if she had stepped out of the Wild West, complete with cowboy hat, which seemed odd to Sophie since they were in New England.

“I was looking for Decadence,” said Sophie in reply.  “I need a fill-up.”

The woman smiled back at her.  “Well, if decadence is what you seek, you have come to the right place, Missy.”

“And we’ll be sure to fill you up, little lady,” chuckled the woman’s male companion.

“Oh, thank you,” said Sophie with relief in her voice.  “Is it up ahead?”

The woman nodded.  “It is.  But the way is tricky.  The town isn’t on this road so you’ll be sure to become lost.  Follow us and we’ll lead you there.”

“Oh, thank you.  Thank you.”  Sophie put her car in gear and Duke stuck his head out the window again.  For the next ten minutes, she followed the two riders.  They turned off the road onto another.  Then they turned off that road onto yet another.  Sophie continued to drive behind the pair and Duke continued to snort the fresh air with his head out the window.

They had been travelling through a forested area with trees overhanging the road, completely enveloping their travel.  Suddenly, the road opened into an open area that held the town and Sophie sucked in her breath.

This too looked like it belonged in the Wild West.  There was no sagebrush.  And it was a lot greener than she assumed the old west to be.  But the town looked like something out of a Hollywood western.  There was a single street with wooden buildings down each side of the street, many of which were connected to one another.  There was a wooden sidewalk on each side, just like in the movies.

Hitching posts were in front of each of the buildings and a few horses were tethered to them.  About halfway down the street, she saw a lot of horses, maybe a dozen or so, attached to a hitching post and saw that it was in front of the Decadence Saloon.

She had stopped the car and the man on the horse was in front of it now.  The woman’s horse stood behind the car but the woman had dismounted.  Sophie’s door opened and the woman smiled down at her.  “You found Decadence, just like you were looking for.”  The woman reached her hand out to help Sophie from the car.

“Thank you for helping me,” replied Sophie as she stood up.  “I’m not sure I could have found it on my own.  But where’s the gas station?”

The woman furrowed her brow in confusion.  “Gas station?  We don’t have a gas station.”

Now, Sophie was confused and her brow wrinkled.  “But I thought you said you did.  Now, I’ll probably run out of gas.”

“We never said anything like that,” the man said.  He had gotten off of his horse now also and had gone to the passenger side of the vehicle.  He opened the door and attached Duke’s leash to his collar, letting him out of the car.

“You said you wanted to be filled up,” he continued.  “That we can do.  In fact, I plan to do it personally.”

“Oh,” replied Sophie.  Well maybe they have a tank of gas that they’re going to share with me, she thought.  “That’s very kind of you.”

“It will be my pleasure,” the man said with a smile.  “Trust me.”

“Is that the horse thief, Jake?” she heard.  She turned her head and saw a man approaching.  A gold star was pinned to his shirt.

“Could be, sheriff,” said the woman.  “We found her near where the last one was stolen.  But she didn’t have any horses with her at the time.”

“Wait!”  said Sophie, backing up slightly.  “What’s going on here?”

“Let me do all of the asking around here,” said the sheriff.  “What’s your name, girl?”

“Sophie,” she replied, a little shakily.  “Sophie Cranbrook  You think I’m a horse thief?”

“Not for me to decide,” the sheriff said as he stepped in front of Sophie.  “That’s for the judge to figure out.  But horse thieving’s a hangin’ offense.  You better hope he’s in a good mood today.”

“You can’t be serious!” Sophie declared.  She stood with her hands on her hips, trying to look as defiant as possible.  “I did no such thing!  I’m scared to death of horses!”

“I don’t know how much you can believe her, sheriff,” said Jake.  “This thing’s almost as big as a horse.”  Sophie looked toward the voice and saw Jake crouched down, scratching behind Duke’s ear.  Duke, who should be protecting her, was simply enjoying the attention with his tail wagging actively.

Sophie realized that she shouldn’t have taken her eyes off the sheriff.  While she was looking at Duke, the sheriff and the woman quickly pulled her arms behind her back.  She felt cold steel circling her wrists and heard two clicks as her hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Thank you, Rose,” said the sheriff as he placed his hands on Sophie’s shoulders, turning her to face him.

“Hey!” shouted Sophie, indignantly.  “You can’t do this to me!  I did nothing wrong!”

“Then what are you doing here?” asked the sheriff calmly.

“She said she was coming to Decadence to be filled up,” answered Rose.  “Jake has already offered to do that for her.”

The sheriff chuckled and nodded.  Then he turned back to Sophie.  “I hate to do this to you, girl.  But we’ve got a horse thief and you’re the only suspect.  You’re under arrest until I can schedule you in front of the judge.”

The sheriff turned his head to Jake.  “Why don’t the two of you help the prisoner get comfortable in the jailhouse.  I’ll take the dog down to the vet for safekeeping until this all gets sorted out.”

“You can’t do this!” shrieked Sophie as Rose gripped her upper arm.  “I haven’t done anything wrong!  And you can’t take Duke!”  She was trembling with anger at the injustice she was experiencing.  “I’m innocent!!!”

The sheriff accepted the leash from Jake and led the dog away.  “That’s what they all say.  Everyone claims they’re innocent.  We’ll let the judge decide.”

“Can I take care of her fill-up, Sheriff?” called out Jake.

“Sure,” the sheriff called back over his shoulder.  “Wouldn’t hurt to do that.”

“Come along, Missy,” said Rose as she pushed Sophie forward.  Sophie dug in her heels to resist the unwanted urging but Jake grasped the other arm and the two were able to guide her to the other side of the street.

“Leave me alone!” screeched Sophie.  She noticed that some people had stepped into the street, apparently attracted by the commotion.  “Somebody help me!”

None of the bystanders moved toward the trio.  They all stood where they were and watched the girl being pushed toward the jailhouse.  Once they reached the jail, they pushed Sophie through the door and followed her in.

“What?!?!?!?” sputtered Sophie once she was inside.  At least she was where the inside should have been.  “What is this place?”

She twisted her had back and forth, looking in all directions.  She was still outside in spite of being pushed through the door!  This was not a building at all.  In fact, there didn’t appear to be any buildings at all; at least not on this side of the street.  They were nothing but facades.  The place was more like a movie set than a town.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded.

“You’re going to be spending some time in this here jailhouse,” replied Jake.  “But first we have to book you properly.”

“This isn’t a jailhouse,” she spat indignantly.  “This is a sham!  This isn’t even a town!”

“Of course it’s a town,” replied Rose as the two led the girl to a desk.  Despite having only one wall, the ‘jailhouse’ did have a desk, a few chairs, and a jail.  Actually, it was more like a cage.  “Welcome to Decadence.”

They led Sophie to the desk and bent her over it.  Then they unfastened her cuffs and attached her wrists to cuffs embedded on the far side of the desk, stretching her torso forward and locking them into place.

“Let me go!” she shrieked again.  She felt fingers working on the button to her shorts and lashed her foot backward to try to strike whoever was trying to strip her.  She missed and Jake kept working as Rose went to the other side of the desk and sat in the chair, facing Sophie.

“This is kidnapping!” shouted Sophie as she kept flailing her leg around, trying to make contact.  She felt her shorts and panties being pulled down her legs and shouted again.  “This is rape!”

“Hush, little Missy,” Rose smiled at her.  “This isn’t kidnapping and this isn’t rape.  My, oh my, you’re a pretty little thing.”

Rose reached up and trailed her fingers slowly down Sophie’s cheek.  Sophie twisted away at first to get away from the touch.  Then she twisted back to try to bite the offending fingers but Rose was too quick and she easily evaded injury.

“Then what do you call it?” Sophie glared at the woman.

“We call it booking a prisoner under suspicion of a crime,” replied Rose calmly.  “You are here for your own protection until the judge can hear your case.”

Sophie gasped as she felt Jake tugging her legs apart.  She felt cold steel circling each of her ankles and realized that she was now virtually immobile, bound and stretched across the desk.

“Your protection,” agreed Jake.  “And a fill-up.”

Sophie felt her blood run cold as she heard Jake unzipping his pants behind her.  They really were planning on raping her!  She screeched again.  She tugged on her bindings but all that accomplished was hurting herself.

She felt Jake’s hands gripping her bottom cheeks and palpating them.  “This one’s prime meat, Rosie.”  Again, she screeched and hurled insults at the pair.

“She sure is, Jake,” agreed Rose.  “You should see her from this angle.  She’s got a beautiful face and the cutest little titties.”

Rose reached out and cupped one of Sophie’s breasts to punctuate her sentence.  Sophie again tried to bite the hand but again it evaded her.

“Little titties?” thought Sophie.  They weren’t little!  They weren’t huge but they weren’t little either.  She was somewhere between a B cup and a C cup and could wear either depending on the make of the bra.  She thought that they were perfectly proportioned to her slender frame.

Rose squeezed the breast again before pulling her hand back.  She stood up and reached forward, grasping the hem of the t-shirt.  She pulled it upward until it was bunched at the girl’s shoulders.  Then she unhooked the bra and pulled it upward, leaving the girl’s breasts dangling beneath her chest.

“You have to stop nooooooowwwww!!!!” wailed Sophie.  The last word came out as more of a groan, though, as Jake chose that moment to impale the girl with his cock.  She was amazed at how easily it slid into her and then she grunted once it was fully embedded in her body.

I can’t possibly be wet, she thought.  How did he do that?

Rose returned her attention to the naked and dangling breasts, cupping them both at the same time and squeezing.  “These are darling, Missy.”  She slid her fingers over the flesh and eventually gripped the nipples, rolling them slowly back and forth.  “These could provide me with days of fun.”

“How do you like your fill-up, little lady?” asked Jake as he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of Sophie’s body.  Sophie heard an involuntary moan escape from her lips as the two toyed with her vulnerable body.

“Stop!  Don’t!” Sophie cried.  But soon there was more moaning than protesting.  She felt the cock fill her over and over again.  She was not a virgin but she had never experienced a cock this huge.  She had never felt so full in her life.

Rose kept toying with the nipples, enjoying the way that they had stiffened at her ministrations.  She leaned forward to kiss Sophie but the girl twisted her head away to avoid the lips.

Rose eventually gave up on the kiss and just concentrated on the stiff little nubbins in her fingers as she studied the girl.  Sophie truly was beautiful.  She had a gorgeous, angelic face that was framed by long, lustrous, pale blonde hair.  The blue eyes were adorable, even when they were glaring back at her captor.  Every feature about the girl seemed perfect.

Jake was thinking the same thing as he watched his cock emerge from the girl’s tight pussy, glistening with his juices and the gel he had coated his cock with before penetration.  Her hips were slender but still had a distinctly feminine curve.  Her bottom cheeks were svelte but were well padded at the same time.  He pried the cheeks apart with his hands and admired the pink little asshole that seemed to be winking at him.

Eventually, he ran his hands up to her waist and circled it with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her satiny flesh.  He could feel her belly trembling and wondered if that was from fear or an impending orgasm.

“I hope she’s found innocent,” said Rose.  She had finally released the nipples and had gathered Sophie’s hair, pulling it to the side to admire the slender, swan-like neck of the prisoner.  “It would be such a waste to hang her.  I’d much rather keep her as a pet.”

“It’s up to the judge,” replied Jake as he forcefully rammed his cock back into the girl.  “But I agree that it would be a waste.”

This time, Rose did kiss Sophie.  She used the girl’s hair as a handle and tilted her head up before pressing her lips to Sophie’s.  Sophie just moaned as the cock sent unwanted thrills through her body.

Sophie’s head was spinning at this point.  She had been kidnapped.  She had been bound.  She had been stripped.  She had been raped.  And they were talking about hanging her.  At the same time, the tender lips of the woman and the unbelievable cock of the man were causing her belly to flip-flop and she couldn’t understand how her body could react this way.  Why would her body betray her like this?

Rose let go of the hair when she realized that Sophie was not resisting any longer.  Sophie moaned into the soft lips and just gazed into the beautiful green eyes of her captor.  Rose returned her hands to the firm breasts and once again started stroking and squeezing the firm mounds.

This went on for what seemed like hours to Sophie.  She was sure that it was not taking that long but it seemed like forever.  The massive cock kept plunging into her and the fingers toyed with her breasts as Rose continued to kiss her.  She felt Rose’s tongue painting her lips and parted them to let Rose snake her tongue into her mouth.

Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.  Every nerve seemed alive.  She felt her belly quivering and erupted in a powerful orgasm, moaning into Rose’s lips.  Rose continued her kiss and her toying with the magnificent breasts in her hands as Sophie’s eyes closed with the orgasm sweeping through her body.

Jake tensed behind her and plunged deep again, holding his cock buried in her sex.  She felt his cock twitching and knew that she was receiving a belly full of his seed.  Eventually, he pulled out of her.

“I promised you a fill-up, little lady,” he chuckled.  “You should be good for a few more miles now.”

Sophie just groaned and collapsed onto the surface of the desk, panting and trying to regain her breath.

Chapter 2

“All rise,” called out someone from the side of the room.  Actually, it wasn’t a room at all.  She had been led through another door in the façade and now stood in the ‘courthouse.’  Pews had been set up facing what she assumed was the judge’s desk.  But she was still outside in the open air.

“What is this place?” wondered Sophie.  “Who are all of these crazy people?”

At least she had her clothes back on now and she was thankful for that.  She still couldn’t believe all that had happened to her, though.  It was shocking and degrading and insulting.  The rape was heinous and unforgiveable.  But worst of all, it was so humiliating to her that she had climaxed at the hands of the two predatory lechers who held her captive earlier in the day.

The one who she assumed to be the judge entered the ‘courtroom’ and took a seat behind the tall desk.  He sure didn’t look like any judge that she would have imagined, though.  In fact, he looked more like a horse thief than a justice.  He wore a tattered flannel shirt and blue jeans.  His cowboy boots clanked as he walked, presumably from his spurs.  Unkempt hair sprouted from under his cowboy hat and he had several days of growth on his face.

“Let’s hear the first case,” the judge intoned.

“There is only one case, your honor,” someone said from beside the bench.  “Sophie Cranbrook of New York is accused of being a horse thief.”

“Oh, a city girl,” said the judge as he turned toward Sophie with narrowed eyes.  “That must be why she has so much flesh exposed.  Bawdy they are in the big cities nowadays.”

“What have you to say for yourself, girl?” the judge asked Sophie.

“I’m innocent, your honor,” Sophie replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible despite the way she was trembling with fear.

“They all claim that, girl,” the judge said with a sigh.  Then he leaned forward and looked directly at her.  “But I can see with my own eyes that you are lying.  I can see for myself that you are flaunting your body, exposing your arms and legs and a good portion of your chest.  Do you think I’m blind?”

Sophie gasped at the words and shook anew with fear.  She looked down at her outfit and wondered what the judge was talking about.  She was dressed properly.  She never dressed like a slut or tramp.  She was not bawdy in any way.  Sure, her arms and legs were exposed.  She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, after all.  Everyone did that; even men.  And her chest was not exposed at all.  Her cleavage wasn’t even showing, although the shirt did cling to her to reveal the soft swells of her breasts.

“Er, I’m sorry, your honor,” replied Sophie to the irked judge.  “I thought you were asking me how I was pleading to the charges.”

“Listen more closely then, girl,” said the judge testily.  “I asked you what you had to say about the way you’re dressed.  We don’t tolerate hussies in these here parts.”

Sophie gasped.  Hussy?  This was yet another insult added to the totally insulting experience.  “I’m not a hussy, your honor.  I’m a good girl.  And I’m sorry that my outfit has offended you.”

“As long as you are going to expose yourself, girl,” responded the judge, “why not be complete about it?”

“Sheriff,” he said as he turned to the man with a star on his chest.  “Assist Sophie Cranbrook of New York City with her clothes.”

Sophie blinked.  What did that mean?  She looked at the sheriff and saw him approaching her.  She gasped again as she realized what was happening and started to back up.  Sophie’s hands were cuffed in front of her at this point but now she also wore leg irons, making her look like a common criminal.  As soon as she took her first step, she toppled backward.

The sheriff stood over her and looked down at the prone girl.  “Judge’s orders, girl.  Hold still so I don’t cut you.”  He pulled a long knife out of the sheath on his belt and held it up.  It was so long that it looked more like a sword to Sophie.

He leaned down and warned her again not to struggle.  She nodded timidly and then watched in disbelief as he sliced through each of her garments.  He pulled off her shoes and then sliced through her socks, not even bothering to pull them off her feet to preserve them.  Finally, he grasped her forearms and yanked her to her feet, turning her to face her sentencer.

“A bit over-exposed for these parts,” remarked the judge.  “But if you were going to flaunt your body, the least we could do his help you.  Besides, you make for a pleasant view.  Now let’s proceed with the hearing.”

“Yes, your honor,” squeaked Sophie with a small voice.  Instinctively, she raised her cuffed hands and tried as best she could to cover her breasts.

“Who’s the first witness, prosecutor?” asked the judge.

“Hambone Willy, your honor,” replied a fat man who was also dressed as a cowboy.  In fact, everyone present was dressed as a cowboy other than the very naked defendant.

A skinny, weasely looking man came forward and sat in the chair beside the judge’s desk.  Sophie thought he looked more like a rodent than a cowboy.  And she was completely unnerved by the way that Hambone was leering at her the entire time he was being questioned.

“When was your horse stolen?” the prosecutor asked.

“Only about an hour before the city slut showed up in town,” replied Hambone as his eyes seemed to devour the naked beauty before him.

Sophie gasped at being called a city slut and then blushed as she realized that was how they all viewed her.

“I rest my case,” smiled the prosecutor as he turned back to his seat.

Sophie gasped.  “Wait!  You think that makes me guilty?”

“Hush, city girl,” admonished the judge.  “Or I’ll find you in contempt of court.”

Sophie humphed at the rebuke.  This was insane!  How could they treat her like this?  This wasn’t fair at all!

“Does the defense want to call any witnesses?” asked the judge.

Another fat man stood up.  Sophie had never seen him before and couldn’t imagine how he could defend her without ever talking to her before.  “I call Jumpin’ Jake to the stand, your honor.”

Jake stepped forward and took the chair that was recently vacated by the rodent.  “You have known the girl the longest,” the defense lawyer said.

“Well, me and Rosie, yes,” replied Jake.

“Do you know Sophie Cranbrook of New York to be a horse thief?” asked the lawyer, trying to look as official as possible and smiling proudly at Sophie for putting up such an excellent defense.

“I don’t know that she is,” said Jake.  “And I don’t know that she aint.  I just know where we found her.”

“All circumstantial,” said the lawyer, giving Sophie another proud look.

“Pretty suspicious if you ask me,” countered Jake.  “Two horses disappear from the same spot.  And then she is found at that very spot.”

“Again, circumstantial.  You were with the accused for quite a while after her arrest.  Did she confess to you or say anything that would indicate that she stole the horses?”

“Nah,” Jake remarked.  “She was too busy moaning.”

Oh god, thought Sophie.  Now they’ll all be sure that I’m a slut.  She wished that the earth would just swallow her up.

“Moaning?” asked the lawyer.  “Please explain.”

“Well, when we found her, she said she was looking for Decadence and needed a fill-up.  So Rosie and me brought her into town.”  Then he chuckled.  “And I filled her up.  That’s what got her to moaning.”

Oh, god, thought Sophie again.  This is just horrible!

The judge slammed his gavel down hard on his desk, causing Sophie to nearly jump out of her skin.  “Guilty!  The girl is found guilty and is sentenced to be hanged by the neck until she is dead.”

Sophie fainted.

When she awoke, she was tied to a table face up with her legs dangling off the edge.  People were walking around with mugs of beer and she realized that she must be in the ‘saloon.’  The rodent stood between her spread legs and was sawing his cock in and out of her pussy as he leered down at her.  A man was feasting on one of her breasts as a woman suckled on the other nipple.

“Wha…?” she stammered.  “What happened?  Why am I here?”

The woman lifted her head and kissed Sophie on the lips, causing Sophie to cringe.  “You were found guilty, city slut.  But since you like being filled up, the judge granted you that as your dying wish.  The boys are just helping out until tomorrow morning when they hang you.”

“Oh god!” groaned Sophie.  “This can’t be happening!”

“You should be good and full by morning,” the woman smiled and kissed her again.  “There’s over thirty of them waiting their turn.”

Sophie shook her head in disbelief.  Rodent spurted his seed into her and was replaced by the prosecutor who plunged his erect cock into her pussy.  Over and over again, she was fucked by the crazy men of this crazy town until finally she passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 3

She woke up the next morning and gasped as she looked around.  She shook her head to clear it and then looked again, not believing what she was seeing.  The town was gone.  In its place was what looked like a stately English manor, complete with a horse-drawn coach in front.

Maybe this is just a bad dream, she thought.  Or maybe I’m losing my mind.  It sure is weird, though.

She was stuffed into a cage and did her best to turn to look around.  It was difficult in the cramped space but eventually she was able to look in all directions.  There was no mistaking it.  If she didn’t know better, she would swear that she was in the English countryside.

A trumpet sounded and people started gathering in front of the manor house.  Some rode their horses.  Some walked and led their horses.  They even dressed like they were in England with red blazers and riding pants and those funny black helmets that equestrians wear.  She recognized most of the people from the day before.

What in the world was going on?  Yesterday, they were a bunch of uncouth, scruffy cowboys.  Today they were British gentility?  The men were even clean shaven today.

The only constant between the two days was her.  She was still naked.

The trumpet sounded again and the group stood still and became silent.  “Welcome to the annual Decadence foxhunt,” said one of the men who appeared to be the host.  “This is always a highlight of the season and promises to be quite lively and entertaining again this year.”

Polite clapping started from both the mounted and unmounted people standing around.  When the clapping died down, the host continued.

“We only have one fox this year but she’s quite the vixen.  She will be on display in the cage over there for ten minutes and then we will release her.  We’ll give her the usual head start and then start the hunt.”

Sophie sucked in her breath.  Was she the fox?  Were they going to be hunting her?  What happened to the hanging?  Not that she was complaining about not being executed but what was going on?

“At this point, I ask that you all inspect your weapons and make sure that the safety is engaged.”

Sophie gasped as an assortment of weapons was pulled out and inspected by the group.  It looked like an attack force!  Oh my gosh, she thought.  They’re going to shoot me instead of hang me!

The weapons were looked over and then put away.  Then the leader spoke again.  “If the fox is taken alive, she’ll belong to whoever catches her until tomorrow morning.  Tomorrow, we’ll turn her over to the taxidermist for stuffing and mounting or the chef for cooking and serving up for a meal, depending on the wishes of the captor.

Oh god, thought Sophie as she listened, feeling her blood run cold.  This just goes from bad to worse!

“Now let’s get familiar with the fox,” said the host as he got off of his horse.  All of the other people who were on horses got off and the group walked over to the cage.  Sophie was extracted by two of the men and then they fastened her wrists to two cuffs that dangled downward from a pole.

It was so humiliating to be fondled and groped and probed by the men and women who were inspecting her.  She felt her cheeks blushing crimson as fingers pushed into her sex and bottom.  Her breasts were lifted and squeezed and stretched.  Her teeth and tongue were viewed for some reason she didn’t understand.  And then suddenly, everyone stopped.

“Two last things to do before we let her go,” said the host.  “Sarah, you know what to do.”

A woman stepped forward and squeezed both breasts.  She manipulated the nipples, causing them to stiffen against Sophie’s will.  Then she leaned down as if she was inspecting the little nubbins.

“This one,” said Sarah.  Then she pulled what looked like an odd pair of pliers from her pocket and held it to Sophie’s right nipple.  She closed the pliers quickly and Sophie felt pain erupting in her breast, causing her to shriek.

As quickly as the attack started, the pliers were removed.  Sophie looked down and gasped at what she saw.  It looked like a security tag that retailers use to thwart shoplifters.  She couldn’t believe that someone would mar her body that way!

She continued to stare at it, almost as if she was in shock.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized that her poor defenseless nipple had been skewered.  But her mind was still working.  She wracked her brain trying to figure out what the thing was before it eventually dawned on her.  It was a tracking device!  They could use this thing to hunt her down!  It didn’t matter how fast or how far she ran.  They would be able to find her.  Sophie groaned at the helplessness of her situation.

While she was still staring at her abused nipple, her wrists were released and lowered.  A chain was fastened tightly around her waist and then her wrists were cuffed to the chain.  She had some motion in her arms but not much.

“Release the fox!” shouted the host.  The crowd parted, providing an avenue of escape for Sophie but she was too dumbfounded to move.

“Run, girl,” said one of the women as she spanked Sophie’s naked ass.  That was all the encouragement that Sophie needed and she started running through the opening that the crowd had made.  Other hands spanked her as she ran past people, but she kept running for her life.

She got to the edge of the woods and just kept running, ignoring the pain in her feet from the sticks and stones that littered the forest floor.  Quickly, she was surrounded by trees and the manor house was gone from view.

She kept running, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and her sadistic tormentors.  Her breasts were not large but the constant bouncing caused by her quick pace and the fact that they were not supported at all was still uncomfortable to her and was a distraction.

She finally stopped to catch her breath and to create a plan.  Her first move was to change directions.  That would confuse her pursuers a bit and might buy her some time to figure out a better plan.

Then she remembered the horrid tracking device that penetrated her nipple.  That had to come off even if she had to tear her precious nipple to get it off.  It was better than being shot and killed.  She reached up to grab it but the cuffs secured to her waist chain prevented her from getting at it.  Sophie groaned in frustration and then started running in a different direction.

Sophie ran for what seemed like an eternity.  She was surprised that she didn’t come across any roads or other signs of civilization.  She planned on following roads or power lines until she found someone who could help her.  But all that she discovered was wilderness and more wilderness.

She was growing tired and was becoming sweaty.  At least it was a warm fall day so she didn’t have to worry about becoming chilled.  Her feet ached from the abuse they were receiving as she ran and she had a couple of scratches on her legs from the brush that she had to run through at times.

She paused beside a stream to rest and to get a drink of water.  It was awkward to drink without the use of her hands but she finally figured out a way, even though she ended up wetting her hair in the process.

Finally, she sat down on a rock and leaned back against a tree as she evaluated her situation.  It looked pretty bleak to her.  She was naked.  She was tagged.  It seemed like just a matter of time before she was shot.  Sophie started to cry, wondering why these people were doing this to her.  She had never done anything to them.  Why were they being so cruel?

Her thoughts were cut short, however, but the sound of a gunshot.  The tree she was leaning against splintered about a foot over her head where the bullet struck it.

“Damn!” she exclaimed.  She immediately stood up and started running in the opposite direction from the gunshot.  She never looked back, trying to evade her hunters as long as she could.  She heard two more gunshots as she raced through the forest and felt her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest.

Eventually, she slowed down again.  She was not sure how much longer she could keep this up but at least the gunfire had faded away.  She walked for a little bit, catching her breath, when she heard more shots off to the left.  She heard one of the bullets ricocheting off of a nearby rock and she immediately turned right and started running as fast as she could.

This pattern continued through the rest of the morning.  She would lose her pursuers and then they would find her and start shooting at her.  Again, it all seemed so hopeless and she never ever found any roads.

In the early afternoon, she was being shot at again from in front of her this time.  She quickly turned and ran back the way she had come.  She ran for about a hundred yards and then went flying head over heels, tumbling and somersaulting down the path.  With her wrists bound the way that they were, it was difficult to stand up but she finally struggled to her feet.

“How’s my little fox?” she heard a feminine voice ask.  She spun toward the voice and saw Rose smiling at her.  She sighed deeply as she realized that the end might be nearer than she hoped.

But she wasn’t caught yet!  She turned to run.  Rose was too fast for her, though.  The older woman easily looped a rope around Sophie’s neck and snared her.  Sophie tried to pull away from her but she was too tired from all of her exertions.  It was an easy task for Rose to yank on the rope and topple her captive.

Rose spent the next few minutes binding her captured fox.  She looped rope around the girl’s ankles, tying them together.  Then she bound the girl’s arms so that they were held tightly to her body.  Finally, she tied a rope around Sophie’s neck, fashioning a crude collar and leash.

As Rose was binding her prey, Sophie looked around.  She saw that a rope was tied between two trees across the trail.  That was what had toppled her.  It had been a trap!

Rose helped Sophie to her feet after she was satisfied with her rope work and reached out, cupping the girl’s left breast.  “You are a beautiful little fox.”

Sophie tried to pull away from the uninvited touch but Rose held her firmly in place.

“Why didn’t you shoot me?” asked Sophie.

“Too messy,” replied Rose.  “Besides, I would have missed out on owning this delicious body and toying with it for the rest of the day.”  She gave the breast in her hand another squeeze.

“So are you going to have me stuffed tomorrow?” asked Sophie.  “Or are you planning on eating me?”

Rose laughed.  “I’m not sure.  They both sound great to me.  But I’m thinking of having you stuffed.  You’d be a nice decorative piece for my living room.”

Sophie felt a chill race down her spine.  Despite the woman’s laughter, she seemed very serious.  Sophie couldn’t imagine someone having a stuffed, naked human in their house.  This was a nightmare!  No, this was worse than a nightmare.  Nightmares go away at the end of the night.  This was real!

Rose led her horse over to where Sophie was standing.  By this time, several other riders had congregated and were looking down at the pair of women.

“Foxy fox you have there, Lady Rose,” said one of the men with an awful impersonation of an English accent.

“I’ll give you a few farthings for that tight ass,” said a second one with an even worse accent.

“I’ll pay you more than that,” spoke a woman.  “That’s a valuable asset that you have, Lady Rose.  Name your price.”  This accent sounded like it was for real.  It was cultured and melodic.

“I might consider selling her after she’s stuffed,” Rose told the woman.  “Until then, she’s going to entertain me.”

The English woman shrugged her shoulders.  “Seems like such a shame to stuff her.  Do you plan on mounting her head over your fireplace?”

“That’s a good idea,” replied Rose.  “I had been thinking of standing her up in my living room as a kind of sculpture; or at least a coat rack.  Her head would look great over my mantle, though.”

Sophie gulped as she tried to imagine what her seemingly very short future held for her.  These people really were serious!  She thought about protesting or pleading or something.  But she decided against it.  She would save her begging for when she was alone with Rose.

“Could a couple of you gents help me get my fox onto my horse?” asked Rose as she looked at the men who were staring at the naked prey.

“Surely, Lady Rose,” replied one of the men.  Two of them dismounted and then lifted Sophie like she was simply baggage, groping and pawing her defenseless body in the process.  She was draped across the horse in front of the saddle and then Rose lifted herself into the saddle.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Rose asked rhetorically as they rode the horse together through the woods.  Sophie felt the woman’s hand gliding over one of her naked bottom cheeks, caressing it.  Occasionally, a finger would glide between the two mounds and over her little pucker, causing her to shudder.  A few times, Rose even insinuated her finger between the bound legs to stroke Sophie’s petals.  Sophie couldn’t believe it but it felt like her sex was even wet.  “Don’t you just love a perfect fall day like this?”

Sophie listened to Rose babble but chose not to respond.  It was all so infuriating to her.  It was not right!  She felt objectified.  She didn’t know if that was even a word but it should be, she thought.  That was the way she was being treated.  She was being treated as if she was an object.

It was as if they thought she had no feelings whatsoever.  She was just being used for their entertainment.  She was initially used for their sexual pleasure.  Then they hunted her just for fun.  Who knew what Rose had planned for her for the rest of the day?  But right now, she was just a warm body draped across the horse to be fondled and played with as entertainment for Rose.  And tomorrow, she was to be killed and stuffed to forever decorate someone’s home.  She just wanted to scream!

They rode together for quite a while.  Sophie knew that she had run a lot but she had no idea that she had gotten this far.  Rose kept fondling the soft curves and swells that were presented to her and Sophie’s mind started to wander.  She was brought back to the present by a hard spank to her bottom.

“Ouch!”

“I asked you a question, little fox,” said Rose as she started caressing the cheek that she had just punished.

Sophie thought quickly, trying to figure out what was asked.  She reached back in her memory and then responded.  “Yes, I love nice fall days.”

This response earned her another spank, this time to her other bottom cheek.  “That’s not what I asked.  I asked you if you thought I was pretty.”

Sophie silently groaned as she heard the question.  What was the right way to answer that to someone who was holding you prisoner and who planned to kill you soon?  She finally decided that honesty was best.

“Yes, I think you’re very pretty,” Sophie said truthfully.  “I think you’re beautiful.”

Rose truly was beautiful.  At thirty, she had a perfectly formed body.  She was about six inches taller than Sophie’s five feet four inches and had all of the right curves.  Her narrow waist gave way to gently flaring feminine hips.  Her breasts were large and Sophie guessed them to require a D cup bra but they did not seem massive on the much taller body.

And her face was gorgeous.  Brilliant, long, wavy red hair flowed down her shoulders and back and framed a face that could only be described as elegant and beautiful.  And her eyes were like emeralds as the green in them sparkled in the sunlight.

“Thank you, my fox,” replied Rose.  “I think you’re beautiful too.  Your body is so perfect that it’s almost yummy.”

Sophie groaned.  Maybe Rose was having second thoughts and was now planning on eating her.  Oh well, she thought.  Dead is dead.  It doesn’t matter what they do to her after that.

“Please don’t kill me, Rose,” pleaded Sophie.  “Please.”

This earned her another spank and elicited a yelp from her.  Rose spoke again as her hand started to roam over the silky flesh of her prisoner.

“That’s Mistress to you.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” blurted Sophie.  “Please don’t kill me, Mistress.”

Rose reached out and patted the top of Sophie’s head.  Sophie’s long hair was loose and flowed downward, hiding her face from the world in the position she was in.  “Don’t worry your pretty blonde head, little fox.  What will happen, will happen.  In the meantime, just enjoy.”

“Enjoy?!?!?!?” thought Sophie.  “How am I supposed to enjoy?  I have been treated like a prisoner.  My nipple was skewered.  I was hunted.  And now I’m slung across the back of a horse like a sack of potatoes.  What’s to enjoy?”

But she remained silent instead of protesting, not wanting to anger her captor.  Eventually, they emerged from the woods and were back at the manor house.  Rose dismounted and then sliced through the rope that bound Sophie’s ankles together.  Sophie was helped to the ground and then was led into the house.

Sophie gasped again as she walked through the door.  Again, it was nothing but an elaborate façade.  There was grass on the ‘outside’ of the building and grass on the ‘inside.’  The only difference was that the ‘inside’ contained a canopy bed, a bath, some upholstered chairs and a sofa.

“Welcome to my home, little fox,” smiled Rose as she gripped Sophie’s shoulders and turned the girl to face her.  She leaned down and kissed Sophie, causing the girl to shudder.

“Let’s get that tag off of you first,” Rose continued after she broke the kiss.  She picked up the pliers from earlier and positioned them at the horrid little tag that was fastened to Sophie’s nipple.  The girl cried out from the pain as the jaws opened and freed the nipple but it was all over quickly.  She looked down to see what damage was done but everything looked normal.  There wasn’t even any blood, which Sophie thought was odd.  She reached up to touch it but the cuffs attached to her waist chain prevented even that simple inspection.

“The first thing we need to do is clean you up,” announced Rose.  She led her captive to the tub which had already been filled and was steaming in the cooling fall air.  “Foxes sure can get dirty when they run around the woods.”

Rose left the wrists cuffed to the waist chain so Sophie had to be helped to be able to sit in the tub.  She settled into the warm tub, enjoying the fragrance of the scented water.

Sophie was surprised when Rose started taking off her clothes.  They might be in a pretend house but they were still outdoors.  Anybody walking by would be able to see her nudity.  But maybe that didn’t matter to Rose.  This was a very strange group.  They were certainly kinky enough.  Maybe flashing to others was a turn-on for them.

The more the clothes were removed, the more stunning Rose looked.  The removal of the jacket confirmed to Sophie how generously endowed her captor was.  The blouse came off next, revealing the creamy, flawless flesh of her shoulders and abdomen.

Rose sat down in one of the chairs in her make-believe bedroom and struggled out of her riding boots.  This allowed her to slide the riding slacks over her hips and down her legs.  Sophie sucked in her breath when Rose stood again and smiled at her.  She looked like a goddess!!!

The bra was next and Sophie’s mouth went dry.  She sat motionless in the warm water and simply stared at the perfectly formed, perfectly curved, firm globes that rode high on her owner’s chest.  There was only the slightest hint of sag but even that was very sexy.  The upper swells pushed outward, reinforcing in Sophie’s mind how full the breasts were.  And each globe was capped with a pink and very erect nipple.

The panties were the last to be discarded.  Rose hooked her thumbs in the waistband and looked at the prisoner in the tub, smiling at her.  She slowly, seductively, inched the panties down her long legs, keeping eye contact with her captive.  She pushed them all the way to her ankles and then stood up, stepping gracefully out of them.

Sophie sucked in her breath again as Rose stood erect.  Sophie tried to tear her eyes away from the ideal feminine form that stood in front of her but couldn’t.  Rose was breathtaking.  She was what every woman secretly aspired to be.

What truly amazed Sophie was how sleek and yet sexy she looked.  Rose was svelte and elegant.  She had curves everywhere they should be and none were either overstated or understated.  And she didn’t seem to have a single hair on her body below her neck.

Sophie’s eyes were drawn to the juncture of the two legs where most women proudly wore a small patch of fur.  Some women let the patch grow wild.  Some trimmed it.  Some shaped it.  Rose had no patch.  She was completely devoid of hair and Sophie thought it looked so erotic.

“You seem to like what you see,” smiled Rose.

“Oh… Er….” stammered Sophie.  “I don’t know what you mean.”  Then she caught herself and tried to be truthful.  “You are very beautiful, if that’s what you mean.”

Rose moved gracefully toward the big tub and Sophie watched the large breasts swaying seductively.  The captor leaned down and kissed her captive’s forehead before stepping into the tub behind her.  Sophie stiffened as Rose’s legs stretched forward on either side of her and then gasped as the older woman pulled her backward.

The owner wrapped her arms around her property, pulling the two bodies tightly together.  Sophie felt the soft pillowy breasts pressing against her back and trembled slightly.

“You are so beautiful,” whispered Rose into Sophie’s ear.  “I want you.”

Sophie was confused.  She was shackled.  She was a prisoner already.  What did Rose mean?  “I think you already have me.”

Rose giggled, which Sophie found odd.  Were murderers supposed to giggle?  “Yes, I guess I do own you.”

Rose slid both hands up Sophie’s belly to her breasts and cupped them, letting her hands cover them.  Sophie trembled again and looked down at her chest.  She saw the older woman’s fingers fanning out over her prized mounds and then sinking into the soft flesh.  She felt unwanted thrills rushing through her body and wondered where that was coming from.

She expected her nipple to hurt at the touch from being so horribly abused and marred earlier.  But there was no pain.  She felt a familiar erotic tingling in both of her breasts and wondered once again how her body could betray her like that.  She was not into women.  She had never even been with a woman in this way before.  Why was she reacting this way to the other woman’s touch?

Sophie seemed to be mesmerized by the actions of the fingers.  She watched them dance over her breasts as more unwanted thrills rushed through her body.  Eventually, one hand released a breast while the other moved back and forth between the twin mounds.  She watched Rose grip a nipple and roll it back and forth before repeating the action with the other.  Again, there was no pain; just little erotic thrills.  The other hand rubbed the girl’s belly in slow circles before gliding lower to toy with the tuft of fair hair on her mound.

Sophie wanted to pull her legs together.  She should not let this go any further.  She was surprised that she didn’t close her legs, though.  She continued to look down and watch Rose hold and toy with her breasts and saw the fingers of the other hand sliding lower.

She trembled again as two fingers came in contact with her labia.  Rose gave her left breast a squeeze and then let her fingers glide down the length of her petals.  “Are you cold, little fox?” asked Rose.

“No,” replied Sophie in a whisper.  “I mean no, Mistress.”

“Good,” said Rose, shifting her attention to the right breast and letting her fingers move slowly up and down the silky folds of the girl’s sex.  “I can’t be letting my new pet get sick on me.”

The fingers kept stroking up and down the petals and Sophie felt her body responding. Occasionally, the fingers would pause in their stroking and shift to her clit.  The little bud was stroked and more wild, erotic thrills shot through her body.  Rose finally shifted her attention again.  A finger slipped between the petals and pushed into the girl causing Sophie to suck in her breath.

Rose would pump her finger in and out a few times and then stroke the satiny folds before returning to strum the sensitive little clit.  Sophie’s pulse quickened and her breathing became ragged.  After what seemed like a lifetime of this exquisite torture, Sophie tensed and groaned as an orgasm wracked her captive body.

Rose finished bathing the girl after Sophie returned from her orgasmic high.  The tub was abandoned and the older woman dried both bodies.  The captor brushed the blonde captive’s hair for a long time until it glimmered in the sunlight that streamed through the make-believe bedroom.  Then Rose took her new pet to bed.

Sophie was truly introduced to Sapphic pleasures for the remainder of the day and well into the night.  Rose licked Sophie to another orgasm and then had Sophie reciprocate.  The prisoner resisted at first but Rose was both patient and insistent.  Soon, the girl’s tongue was waggling and providing pleasure to her new owner.

Sophie did not need nearly as much coaching and persuasion when it came time to worshipping Rose’s breasts.  She found them fascinating and so, so erotic.  She eagerly feasted on them after her third orgasm, sucking greedily on the puffy nipples, almost as if she was addicted to the perfect mounds.

People wandered around throughout the afternoon and evening, making Sophie self-conscious at first.  After a couple of hours of being watched and commented on, Sophie was finally able to block the spectators out of her mind.  She simply concentrated on pleasuring her owner and receiving pleasure.

Both naked women finally fell asleep with their limbs entwined in a warm embrace.  Sometime during the night, someone drew a blanket over their nudity to keep them warm throughout the chilly night.

To be continued.

Chapter 4

Sophie awoke the next morning in a cage.

Another naked girl was in the next cage and she saw two other naked girls in the long line of cages.  There were even two males kept in separate cages.  Some of the cages held animals.  She saw a lion and a boar.  At the very end, she saw her dog, Duke, sleeping in a cage of his own.

She wondered if all of the cage occupants were to be stuffed at the hands of the taxidermist and felt a chill snake down her spine.

Again, it seemed so unfair.  Last night was the most divine time of her life.  She had even accepted the fact that her body was now owned.  She viewed herself as the property of the woman who had captured her and had given herself completely to Rose.  She could even picture herself being happy as the beautiful redhead’s slave girl for the rest of her life.  She knew she was being silly for feeling that way.  Maybe it was just that being a slave girl was preferable to being killed.

Now, in the harsh light of the new day, she knew that she was destined to become an inanimate object to be used to decorate somebody’s home.  It was so unfair.

She looked around for Rose.  She remembered falling asleep, suckling on her owner’s ripe breast and holding onto her tightly.  That had been in her bed in the imaginary manor house.  But the manor house was gone now.  In its place stood what looked like a miniature version of the Roman Coliseum, complete with its shining marble and columns.

Several people were milling around outside of the structure, wearing bed sheets, which she found very odd.  And then she realized that they were not sheets at all.  People were dressed in togas today.

Oh, god, she thought.  What’s going on now?  These people were nuts!

But maybe this meant that she would not be killed this morning.  Maybe her appointment with the taxidermist was canceled, or at least delayed.  She would much rather serve Rose as a sexual plaything than as a coat rack anyways.

As the morning wore on, more people in togas arrived.  Some stayed near the Coliseum while others strolled along the rows of cages.  What decadent activities did they have planned for today?  At least now she knew where this town got its name.  This place called Decadence epitomized decadence.

Finally a horn blew and people started filing into the Coliseum, leaving the occupants of the cages outside.  She heard muffled announcements and applause.  She heard music at one point and then more applause.

Some time passed before a man in a toga showed up at the cages.  He selected the lion and started pushing the cage.  Sophie realized that the cages were mounted on wheels and she watched as the man pushed the lion across the lawn and into the structure.

She heard the crowd roaring inside the Coliseum and heard someone making an announcement but she was too far away to make out the words.  The crowd roared again and kept cheering for a full five minutes.  Then there was silence.

Sophie saw two of the caged girls being rolled across the lawn next.  They disappeared into the structure and the routine was repeated.  Roaring crowd.  Announcements.  Thunderous applause and cheering.  Then silence.

This pattern continued through much of the day until most of the cages had been taken into the Coliseum.  All that remained were Sophie and Duke.  Finally, two men came for them and they were pushed toward the arena.  Sophie gulped as she anticipated what would happen to her once they were taken inside.  Was she going to be raped?  Would she be killed?  She trembled with fear as her mind worked overtime.

As expected, the mini-Coliseum was just another façade.  Everything this week had been fake, as if she was on some kind of Hollywood movie set.  There were fifty or sixty people inside and all were wearing togas of varying degrees of modesty.  Some were fully garbed from neck to ankles.  Some of the togas were short, stopping at mid-thigh.  And yet others left one or both breasts of the women exposed.

The spectators were in bleachers like one would find at a high school athletic field.  And all eyes appeared to be on her as she was wheeled forward in her cage.  Suddenly the crowd rose to their feet and cheered.

Sophie continued to look around and gasped at the sights she saw.  A lion skin was stretched in a frame at one end of the arena and she assumed that was the fate of the poor beast who had occupied a neighboring cage earlier in the day.

Sophie shuddered as she saw one of the girls from a cage stretched out on a cross.  It looked like she had nails through her palms and couldn’t believe that these people could be so cruel.  Then she realized that this was how the Romans treated the early Christians.  This was so sick!

She gasped as she saw one of the males nailed to another cross.  He wore a white loin cloth that was stained red with blood and saw blood dripping from between his thighs.  Oh my god!  He was castrated by the sickos!

Then she shuddered and almost vomited at the next sight she saw.  One of the other caged girls from earlier was on top of a box.  At least her head was.  It was completely motionless and the eyes were closed.  A pool of blood lay on top of the box surrounding the head.  She had been decapitated!!!  Sophie felt faint.

The cage stopped rolling and Sophie heard a click.  The door was opened and Sophie was dragged from the relatively safe confines of the bars and was held facing one set of bleachers before she was turned to face the audience on the other side.  Oh, no, she thought.  What happens now?

“For our final entertainment,” the announcer shouted to the crowd, “we have the Beast Hunt.”  The crowd cheered until the announcer signaled for silence.  Sophie felt her knees becoming weak.

“The mighty Priapus has been commissioned by Caesar to capture the female beast who has stolen so many of the golden geese.”  The crowd erupted again as a man strode into the arena.

Sophie almost fainted at the sight.  The man was massive!  He stood well over six feet tall and was muscular and solid.  The muscles on his arms and legs were rock hard and his strength was obvious.  His shoulders were wide and Sophie knew that she would be no match for him.

His face was partially hidden by the metal helmet that he wore, giving him a very sinister look.  Leather and metal plating covered his shoulders and torso.  He was very well protected, especially when compared to Sophie’s vulnerable nudity.

He wore odd pants that extended halfway down his thighs and which were also covered in leather and metal.  What made the pants oddest, however, was the fact that they had no crotch.  The male’s cock and balls were exposed.  To Sophie’s shock, the cock was hard… and it was enormous!  And it seemed to be constantly pointing at her threateningly.

The male went to Duke’s cage and released him, holding him on a leash.  Duke spotted Sophie immediately and his tail wagged energetically.  The gladiator held onto the leash tightly and then led Duke around the perimeter of the field.  Finally, the man and the dog stood in the center of the field and the man bowed to each set of bleachers.

“Let the games begin!” shouted the announcer.  Sophie gulped.  And then the gladiator started advancing toward her.

Sophie glanced around, looking for a place to escape, but she knew her chances were slim.  There was only one exit and it was blocked.  Plus, she had no armor and no weapons.  The male had plenty.

The male carried a shield in his left hand and a whip in his right.  A sword was tucked into his belt on one side and a coil of rope dangled from the belt on the other side.  The male continued to steadily walk toward her.  Finally, she turned and ran.

This was when the male released Duke.  Duke was so happy to see his owner that he immediately ran to her and barked, circling her quickly and trying to get her attention.  She kept running but Duke’s movements confused her and she started to dodge left and right.  This caught Duke by surprise and he didn’t know which way to run.  This confusion resulted in the dog getting tangled in Sophie’s legs and she fell to the ground.

Sophie lifted herself to her knees and turned her head.  The male had continued to walk and was getting closer.  She got to her feet again and started running, followed by Duke who loved the new game.  Again, Duke accidentally tripped his owner and Sophie thudded to the ground.

This sequence was repeated several more times.  The crowd roared each time Sophie fell.  And the gladiator closed a little more of the distance with each fall.

On the last fall, Sophie was slow to get up.  She was getting tired.  Duke stood at her head and eagerly licked her face, giving her little doggy kisses.  Sophie pushed him away several times but he kept returning to lick her face.  Finally, Sophie struggled to her feet and started running again.

This time, the male altered his pattern.  Instead of just walking, he uncoiled his whip.  He swung it expertly through the air and then lashed it out ahead of him.  The whip struck Sophie’s ankle and coiled around it.  The gladiator pulled back on the whip and Sophie thudded to the ground.

Sophie tried to shake off the strand that circled her ankle but the gladiator yanked again.  Then he stepped closer and yanked again, flipping Sophie onto her back.  The man was just too strong for her.  She felt like a rag doll as he tossed her body like that.  She looked up at him, trembling uncontrollably.  He just grinned lecherously back at her, sending a chill down her spine.

The crowd was standing now and cheering loudly.  The male drew his sword and held it high over his head.  Again, Sophie felt her blood run cold and started hyperventilating.  The man stepped forward again and placed his foot on Sophie’s chest between her breasts, pinning her to the ground.

The man looked to the side and Sophie glanced to where he was gazing.  She saw a man and a woman standing together at the side of the arena on an elevated platform.  Their togas were embroidered in gold and they looked like Caesar and his wife.

Caesar looked around the arena and raised his arms with his palms up as if asking the crowd what to do.  Immediately, people started voting their opinions with their thumbs.  She saw a few indicate mercy with their thumbs pointed upward.  Thankfully, Rose had her thumb pointed skyward.  The vast majority, however, held their hands with their thumbs pointed to the ground.  Sophie groaned.

She blinked and had to look twice at one of the people.  The woman who was crucified had moved her arm forward and held her hand with her thumb down.  Then, as Sophie scanned around some more, she saw an arm protruding from the box where the apparently severed head sat.  The thumb of that hand also pointed down.  What in the world?

Caesar finally held his hand out to proclaim his verdict.  His thumb was horizontal for long moments.  Eventually, he rotated his arm until his thumb was pointed downward.  Sophie groaned again.

The gladiator nodded to his leader and took his foot off of the girl’s chest.  He stepped back and Sophie said a quick silent prayer.  She knew she was about to die.

The male kicked her feet apart and then knelt between her legs.  He lowered the sword until it was horizontal between her splayed legs.  The crowd continued to roar and cheer and the noise was deafening.

Oh god, thought Sophie.  He’s going to run me through from my pussy!  She willed her legs to close but was able to move them only an inch or two.  She was almost completely immobilized with fear.

In a swift move, the gladiator penetrated the girl’s sex with the sword.  Sophie shrieked as she felt the thing gliding into her body and then shrieked again as it crashed into her cervix, sending pain and cramping through her belly.  Then the male started slowly pumping the sword in and out of her body, almost as if fucking her with it.  To her surprise, there was no pain other than when he occasionally bumped into her cervix and even then it was just the cramping from earlier.

She raised her head and looked down across her body.  She was afraid of what she would see and how badly she must be bleeding at this point.  But she was confused by the lack of pain and had to see.  She was shocked at what met her eyes.  The sword was not a sword at all.  It was rounded instead of having two sharp edges.  The metal tube withdrew from her sex and she could see it coated with copious amounts of her juices, which she could not understand at all.  Why would her body act that way?  But she discovered that the thing that was stabbing into her so cruelly was simply a very long dildo with a handle.

The male kept pumping and Duke returned to giving her doggy kisses as Sophie was raped by the dildo.  Sophie pushed him away several times but he interpreted that as another game and kept returning.

Finally, the sword withdrew as Duke was licking her face again and she tried to look up to see what was happening.  But her dog blocked her view.  She learned soon enough what was happening, though, as the gladiator lay his body over hers and sank his massive cock into her already stimulated and overheated sex.  She shrieked as her sex was stretched uncomfortably by the huge log that was now embedded in her body.

The crowd started a rhythmic chant in step with the motions of the gladiator’s hips.  They would cheer each time he thrust deep and cheer again as the length of his glistening shaft reemerged.  Sophie tried to look around at the people who were mentally torturing her so much but all that she could see was blond fur of her Golden Retriever.

The gladiator nipped at her breasts with his teeth as his cock continued its assault.  He stabbed her over and over again as his teeth bit into her tender flesh.  But despite how horrible everything was, she felt her body responding.  She was disgusted that she could react sexually to such a vulgar, revolting scene but she felt the unmistakable signs of an orgasm creeping up on her.

The cock kept pistoning.  Duke kept licking.  The teeth continued to bite her sensitive breasts.  And she shrieked.  The climax struck her like a lightning bolt and every nerve in her body erupted.  The orgasm lasted for minutes and she wailed through most of it.  The male quickened his tempo which only prolonged the tempest that was swirling through her body.  Finally, she groaned and went limp.  She felt the massive cock twitching within her and felt the gladiator’s seed flooding her womb.

The entertainment was not over yet, though.  The crowd still roared, demanding more.  The male stood up and turned toward each set of bleachers, allowing the spectators to witness his glistening but softening cock.  A string of cum dangled from its tip and the crowd broke into cheers again.

The gladiator reattached the leash to Duke and led him between Sophie’s legs.  Duke hesitated and then looked up at the male with a puzzled expression on his face.  The gladiator picked up the ‘sword’ again and slowly slid it into Sophie’s steamy sex.  He pulled it out and held it to Duke’s nose.

Animal instinct took over at that point.  Duke barked once and then moved forward.  He had caught the scent.  Sex was in the air.  It was time to mate.

The crowd went wild as they saw Duke’s pink cock emerge from its sheath.  It went even wilder as Duke moved into position and drove his cock into his owner’s sex.  The roar was deafening as Duke moved his hips, pistoning his cock in and out.

Sophie’s eyes fluttered open at the noise.  She felt herself being fucked again and looked downward.  She saw her pet fucking her and groaned.  “Oh, Duke.  How could you?”

The dog barked again and started giving her doggy kisses wherever his tongue would reach.  Once again, she knew that she should move away and stop this.  But once again, she found herself unable to resist or escape.  She was paralyzed with fear.

“See how the gladiator rewards his dog for good work,” shouted the announcer.  The crowd cheered louder.

“Maybe the gladiator should keep the wench to be his dog’s bitch from now on,” the announcer shouted again.  “She’s a good mate for the dog.”  The crowd roared.

Sophie rocked her head back and forth, not believing that this could happen to her.  She tried to push Duke away again but he held onto her tightly with his front legs.  His tongue found her breasts and he was nipping lightly at his owner’s nipples which were as stiff as pebbles at this point.

Duke had remarkable stamina.  Sophie wanted this to end quickly and wished her dog would just cum and get it over with.  But Duke kept pounding his cock into her body and nipping at her nipples, sending more erotic thrills through her defenseless body.

The orgasm struck her without warning.  She let out a high-pitched squeal as the climax tensed her body and caused her to twitch.  Duke yelped at the excitement and then his cock erupted, flooding her with doggy sperm.  The crowd sensed what was happening and again thunderous applause erupted in the stadium.

The gladiator finally hooked Duke to the leash and then stood in front of one set of bleachers, taking a bow for his performance.  Applause thundered throughout the arena.  He moved to the other bleachers and bowed again to the same kind of energetic roar.  Then he led Duke out of the arena.  Sophie just lay in the grass with her arms and legs akimbo, too weak to move.

Two men lifted her and carried her limp body to the end of the arena.  “What’s going to happen to the girl?” asked one of them as they toted her.

“She’s to be crucified tomorrow morning,” replied the other.  “But until then, she’s available to everyone who wants to enjoy her.”

“She’s nothing but a dog’s bitch now,” said the first.  “Who’s going to want to fuck that?  I’m sure not going to put my cock where that dog had his.”

“Suit yourself,” said the second.  “But I plan to fuck her lights out.  She looks like a good piece of ass.”

“Maybe I’ll try the other end.”

Sophie was too dazed and weak to protest or even beg for mercy.  She didn’t even have the energy to resist as they fastened her into a wooden frame that stretched her arms and legs to the four corners of the rectangular frame.  As soon as she was secured, her two escorts availed themselves of her charms.  They rotated the frame until she was horizontal.  One of the men stood between her legs and fucked her, mixing his seed with that of the gladiator and the dog.  The other male tilted her head back and fucked her mouth, pushing his long, narrow cock deep down her throat.

Throughout the rest of the day and well into the evening, she was sexually used and abused.  She lost track of how many cocks claimed her and how many pussies she ate.  And she lost track of how many times she climaxed.  But it was a lot.

Chapter 5

She was not crucified on Wednesday.  It was army day.  Everyone was dressed in combat uniforms, complete with rifles and pistols.  Official looking tents of various sizes were organized neatly into the base camp where the Coliseum had stood the day before.

Sophie was their prisoner of war who had been captured by their scouts and who now needed to be interrogated.  She underwent all forms of torture throughout the day in order to get her to divulge her ‘secrets.’  Her nipples were crushed cruelly by horrid little clamps.  Electric shocks were sent through her body, causing every muscle to spasm.

And in between interrogation periods, she was made available for use.  “It’s good for the morale of the troops,” the general explained.  Again, she lost track of the number of times she climaxed.

She even gave them information during the interrogations.  She found herself making things up and divulging her ‘secrets’ just to try to stop the torture.  She would say anything they wanted to hear if it would make them quit.

“We have three hundred troops on the other side of the hill,” she told her inquisitors at one point.

“We have fifteen tanks,” she said another time.

“The plan is to wait until you are distracted with me and then attack.”

But nothing seemed to be believed by her captors.  They just kept torturing her and using her sexually throughout the day.

In the early afternoon, one of the guards announced that another one of the enemy had been captured.  Shortly after that, a very naked Rose was brought into the interrogation tent and now there were two girls to torture.

Sophie was shocked that Rose was naked and being subjected to the same harsh treatment as her.  Why would her friends turn on her like that?  It’s not that Sophie minded seeing Rose naked again.  She still thought that Rose was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.  It just seemed so odd that she could be so dominant and commanding one day and yet so vulnerable and almost submissive on another day.

The worst thing that happened to Sophie that day occurred in the afternoon.  It also turned out to be the most shocking to her.  It was shocking not only because of what was done to her but also because of who did it.

Sophie was bound spread eagle on a table and then fisted.  She howled as each additional finger was inserted, stretching her more widely.  Then she shrieked as the entire hand started to try to push into her sex.  She was panting and grunting between shrieks but the hand just kept pushing, stretching her more and more.

Finally, the hand popped inside of her and some of the tension from the stretching eased.  At that point, the interrogator started asking her questions again.  But the amazing thing was that the woman whose hand was embedded in her sex, her interrogator, was the woman who had been decapitated the day before.  How could that happen?  She had seen the head sitting on top of the crate herself.  But she could see the woman now as good as new and could feel the woman’s fingers probing around inside of her as every inch of her sex was explored.  Had the woman been inside the crate with just her head sticking up out of a hole?

The cruelest torture of all, however, was inflicted on Rose.  After Sophie’s interrogator got her fist lodged in Sophie’s belly, others started working on Rose.  She was lashed upright to an X-shaped frame that extended her arms and legs spread eagle and left her completely exposed and vulnerable.

Sophie watched in horror as one of the male guards produced a needle which he held up in front of Rose’s face.  Rose panicked and shouted at the guard before begging and pleading with him.  But all of the drama had no effect on the guard.  He placed the tip at the top of the left breast and pushed it ever so slowly into the precious mound.  Rose howled in pain as inch by inch the long slender needle sank into her tender flesh until its tip emerged through the gentle curves of the lower swell of the unfortunate woman’s breast.  Another needle was produced and it was used to skewer the right breast in the same way.  Rose howled and pleaded for mercy.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” one of the female guards whispered into Sophie’s ear as Sophie watched Rose being tortured.  The guard was toying with Sophie’s right nipple, rolling it back and forth as the other woman between her legs spread her fingers apart and continued to explore the prisoner’s womb.

“You are the one I want, though,” the guard continued to whisper.  “I’ve already talked to the general and he said I could keep you after the war.”  The woman moved her fingers to the other nipple and then moved her head lower to suck the first nipple into her mouth.

Needle after needle was pushed into Rose’s breasts.  At the same time, the female who was fisting Sophie leaned forward and started flicking her tongue over Sophie’s clit, sending fresh unwanted thrills through her bound and abused body.

Another female guard was now kneeling between Rose’s legs, fluttering her tongue over the captive’s clit.  Soon Rose was gasping and her belly was quivering.  Sophie was close to orgasm from all of the unwanted stimulation and it appeared that Rose was too.

Both prisoners climaxed at the same time.  Sophie watched in disbelief as the girl between Rose’s legs pushed yet another needle through Rose’s clit.  Rose let out a high-pitched shriek as pain shot through her but that only seemed to intensify the orgasm.  The fist in Sophie punched into her cervix just as she started to climax but that too only intensified the orgasm.  The two climaxes seemed to go on forever until both prisoners passed out from all of the stimulation.

The two girls were revived and released from their bindings, only to be bound face down over a pair of saw horses.  The guards took turns fucking the prisoners until it was time to put them away for the night.  They were locked into a jail cell together and then everyone left.

“Oh, Mistress,” blurted Sophie as soon as the two of them were alone.  She started sobbing with tears running down her cheeks.  “That was so horrible!  They should never have done that to you.”

Rose stepped close to Sophie and wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her tightly to her.  “Hush, hush, hush, little one.  I’m fine.  Don’t worry.”  Rose leaned down and kissed Sophie’s forehead.  “But I’m not Mistress today.  I’m just Rose.  Well, actually, I’m Mata Rosa, the famous spy today.”

Sophie looked up with a confused look and saw, through her teary eyes, Rose smiling at her.  “What?  What are you talking about?”

Rose pulled Sophie’s head forward until her cheek rested against the abundant swells of the older girl’s breast.  “I’m not a mistress in today’s game, love.  We’re both prisoners today.”

“Game?” blinked Sophie.  “What game?  You think this is a game?”

“Of course it’s a game,” replied Rose softly.  “What did you think it was?”

“I thought it was a bunch of sadistic perverts who were trying to kill me,” said Sophie, indignantly, pushing herself back from Rose.  “And now they plan to shoot us in front of a firing squad tomorrow morning!”

Rose pulled Sophie back to her and then ran her hands down the silky body until she was gripping the girl’s bottom cheeks.  She gave them a gentle squeeze.  “I know,” she said enthusiastically.  “Doesn’t that make you so excited?”

“What?!?!?!?” asked Sophie with astonishment in her voice.  “Are you nuts?  Are you telling me that being executed excites you?”

Rose was still groping as she answered.  “Well, actually being executed probably wouldn’t excite me.  But being sentenced to it turns me all gushy inside.”

“Well, it doesn’t excite me,” Sophie retorted as she struggled again to try to free herself.  “Not one bit!”

Rose finally let the wiggly girl go and stood looking at her with her hands on her hips.  “Then why are you here?” 

Again, Sophie blinked, not believing the question.  “I’m here because you kidnapped me,” she declared angrily.

“We didn’t kidnap you at all,” replied Rose, becoming irritated with the accusation and the girl’s tone of voice.

“Yes you did!” Sophie shot back.  “You kidnapped me.  You raped me.  You keep threatening to kill me.  And today, you tortured me!”

“We did no such thing,” Rose countered.  “You were looking for Decadence so we let you join.  I can’t help it if you didn’t read the rules.  But we are doing exactly what we said we would.  How did you hear about us, anyway?”

“Hear about who?” asked a perplexed Sophie.

“Us,” Rose responded.  “The Decadence Society.”

“The Decadence Society?” said Sophie with a furrowed brow.  “I’ve never even heard of it.  What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean you’ve never heard of us?” questioned Rose.  “You told us that you were looking for Decadence.  You even said that you wanted to be filled up.  So we let you join and we have been filling you up all week.”

Sophie gasped.  “I was looking for the town called Decadence.”

Rose shook her head.  Now she was confused.  “There is no town called Decadence.  That’s just our society setting up our little encampment for the week.  You really thought there was a town?”

“Well I did at first,” admitted Sophie.  “It sure looked like a town.  At least it did until I stepped through the door to a building.”

“Well, what about you asking to be filled up?  Surely that meant that you wanted sex.  And we love that here.”

“I needed gas,” groaned Sophie, not believing that she could be so misunderstood.  “My car was almost empty.”

“Oh, my,” said Rose.  “You sure made a huge mistake.”

Sophie gasped again.  “I made a mistake?  I wasn’t the one doing the kidnapping.  I wasn’t the one committing rape.  How did I make a mistake?”

“By crashing our party,” replied Rose.  “This is for invited guests only.  And the guests are responsible for reading and understanding the rules before they show up.”

Sophie growled.  “I didn’t crash your party!” she shouted angrily.  Then she sat down on the floor, resting her head in her hands, and cried.

Rose let her cry for a few moments and then moved behind her and sat with her legs to either side of the girl.  She reached around the girl and pulled Sophie to her.  “Don’t cry, beautiful little one.  I’ve had fun being with you and getting to know you.”  Sophie just continued to sob.

“And you play the game very well,” Rose continued.  One of her hands was slowly rubbing Sophie’s tummy while the other one cupped a breast and squeezed it lovingly.  “I never would have guessed that you didn’t know it was a game.  You’re better than many of the experienced players.”

Sophie stopped crying for a moment and sniffled.  “I am?  How am I better?”

“Oh you are better in lots of ways,” said Rose as she started stroking the breast in her hand.  “Your roleplaying is better.  Your reactions are much more realistic.  And your orgasms… wow, your orgasms are so beautiful.  At least part of you must be enjoying the game.”  She slid her hand from the tummy to between Sophie’s thighs, stroking the already slick petals to illustrate which part she was talking about.

“I don’t know why I have been climaxing so much this week,” replied Sophie, apologetically.  “I’m not usually that way.  It’s so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” said Rose as her fingers continued to toy with the girl’s sex and her hand continued to stroke and squeeze the firm breast.  “Like I said, your orgasms are beautiful.  You’re beautiful.  Everything about you is beautiful.  I want you.  Let’s make love.”

Sophie protested but Rose just rearranged the girl and laid her back.  She leaned over Sophie and kissed her.  Sophie wasn’t sure why, but she was unable to resist or protest any more once she felt Rose kissing her.  Rose’s lips glided over her own and tongues intertwined.  Sophie felt the redhead’s full breasts brushing back and forth over her own more compact ones before Rose lay down on top of the smaller blonde, mashing their breasts together.

Sophie’s heart was pounding in her chest from the anxiety of the situation.  Her head was spinning from all of the confusing events of the past few days.  This was no time for sex.  They should talk more so she could understand what was going on and so she could finally get out of this crazy place.

But she was totally unable to resist the advances of the beautiful red-haired girl who was ravishing her.  Lips kissed and brushed and sucked.  Teeth nibbled and nipped.  Fingers probed and stroked and explored and pinched.  Every nerve was on fire and Sophie was quickly swept into an erotic maelstrom.  She climaxed and shrieked at the intensity.  But Rose did not let up.  Three more times, she brought Sophie to the edge and then pushed her over, eliciting another shriek each time the younger girl’s body erupted in climax.

Finally, Rose relented.  Almost instinctively, Sophie crawled between Rose’s thighs and pressed her lips to the older girl’s labia.  They were already quite damp with arousal and Sophie found the sex swampy once she snaked her tongue out and probed it.  It did not take long for the novice to bring the expert to climax and Rose groaned beautifully as far as Sophie was concerned as she was launched into orgasmic bliss.

They lay on their sides, facing one another.  Rose pulled Sophie’s head forward to her breast and Sophie intuitively parted her lips, drawing the succulent, stiff nipple into her mouth.  Rose watched the younger girl’s cheeks hollowing and then relaxing as she sucked.  Could it be true?  Was it possible that Sophie did not intend to join their group and this was just a mistake?

It could be possible, she supposed.  Anything was possible.  But nothing like this had ever happened before.

It could just as easily be true that Sophie meant to join the group for their week of erotic adventures.  She was such a good role player; much better than many of the veterans.  Maybe she was just role playing now.  Maybe she was just acting like the innocent lost girl when in reality she was an uninhibited sexual thrill-seeker just like all of the rest of the group.

Rose moved Sophie’s lips to her other nipple.  This girl was so good!  She hoped that Sophie would join them again next year when they got together next.  If that happened, Rose would sign up for only dominant role play.  She wanted to enjoy this sweet young body as often as she could.  She would capture Sophie every day if she could manage it.  There would be a lot of competition for the girl, she knew, but she could always try to get her each day.

Sophie finally pulled back, letting the juicy nipple pop from her lips.  “So can I go home now?”

Rose leaned forward and kissed the top of Sophie’s head.  “Not yet, pet, but soon.  We have another day of play left.  And then you can go home.”

Sophie groaned but Rose silenced her by drawing the girl’s lips back to her breast and then enjoyed the sensations of the soft lips and tender tongue on her excited nipple.

Chapter 6

Thursday was market day.  Sophie hoped that she would be released after her talk with Rose the night before.  Instead, she was sold at auction along with two other women and three of the men.  One of the men who was sold was the gladiator from earlier in the week.  His face had been partially covered that day so she did not recognize him by his face.  But she would never forget his cock.  Again, it was erect and massive.

She thought it was degrading to be hawked in a market like produce or a side of beef.  But at least she was not shot by a firing squad.

It should not have come as a surprise that Rose was the one who bought her.  But after spending a night in a jail cell with the redhead, making love to her, she was still surprised to see Rose dressed up in a period costume and looking like a southern belle.  Rose also bought the gladiator.

Another twist was introduced shortly after Rose claimed her purchases.  One at a time, each of the recently acquired six slaves was taken into what looked like a shed.  Then each would reemerge later, after much shouting and shrieking inside, with a bandage on an ass cheek.

Sophie was the last one in line to be taken into the shed.  Once again, the building was just a façade but it had all of the tools needed for a successful smithy.  A forge, a couple of anvils, and an assortment of tools were displayed around the imaginary workshop.

A man led Sophie in, tugging on the thick, coarse rope that was tied around her neck.  “This one’s been bought by the LaRose Plantation,” he told the blacksmith.

The blacksmith nodded and reached down, pulling a rod out of the hot coals that were burning brightly.  He turned and held the rod forward for the male and the unfortunate girl to see.  “That would be this one, then.”

Sophie gasped at what she saw.  The metal at the end of the rod was shaped into the intricate pattern of an opening rose.  And the metal was glowing red hot with the heat. She was about to be branded!!!!  That’s what the bandages were for!!!

“Wait!!!” she shouted.  “You can’t do this to me!!!  I don’t want to play this game any more!!!”

Sophie found strength in herself that she didn’t even know she had.  She dashed toward the woods, yanking the rope out of the male’s hand.  She wasn’t about to use the door of this silly make-believe building when there were three sides open for escape.

The male lunged for the naked girl but his arms swung through the air, empty, missing her completely.  She knocked over a table full of tools behind her escape to try to foil their efforts to catch her.

She pumped her arms and started running as fast as she could when she saw two more men coming toward her from the woods.  Uh oh, she thought.  She started dodging back and forth to try to confuse them.  One was even getting close to her but she dodged again and narrowly escaped his clutches.

But she had forgotten the rope tied around her neck.  The long thick rope trailed behind her and it was an easy thing for the male to jump on it and grab it.  Sophie yelped as the rope jerked her head back as the male held on tightly, stopping her in her tracks and causing her to fall backward.  She lay in the grass, choking and gasping for air, from the sudden collision with the end of her tether.

The two men and the original one who had escorted her into the smithy led her back to the blacksmith.  One held the rope and walked in front.  The other two each held an arm and tried to keep from getting kicked by the upset and irate girl who was also hurling insults at them by this time.

“She’s a feisty one, I see,” said the blacksmith who was busy picking up all of the tools that she had knocked to the ground earlier.  “We’re going to need to secure her, I think.  Otherwise, who knows where the mark might end up?  Put her in that frame over there and drag it closer to the fire.”

The three men led the squirmy and very vocal slave to a tubular frame.  She was as uncooperative as she could possibly be but they were too strong for her.  Eventually, she was lashed into the frame, bent over at the waist with her torso parallel to the ground and her arms stretched forward and horizontal also.  Her feet were on the ground but her legs were stretched painfully wide, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.  Finally, they dragged the frame that held the bound girl closer to where the blacksmith wanted to do his work.

The blacksmith stepped beside the girl and reached out, grasping Sophie’s right breast, which was dangling defenselessly beneath her chest.  “It’s a shame that LaRose slaves always get marked on their rumps.  I think that a rose would look lovely stamped into the side of this udder.”

One of the men chuckled.  “Those things aren’t big enough to call udders.  Maybe they’ll fatten her up a bit so her tits can grow.”

Sophie seethed with anger.  This was impossible!  It was insane!  How dare they insult her like that?  How dare they even think about marring her flawless skin with a branding iron?  She opened her mouth to launch another stream of insults and protests but the blacksmith anticipated that reaction.  He quickly stuffed an oily rag into her mouth, silencing her.

“Noisy one, aint she?” he said as he chuckled.  He moved behind her and reached out, running his palm over her left bottom cheek.  “Let’s see what we have to work with.”

Sophie felt the hand moving over her bottom cheeks.  She was trembling with fear at this point and worked furiously to try to dislodge the disgusting rag in her mouth.  But try as she might, she was unable to get rid of it.  Suddenly, she heard a zipper.

“I have to study this a bit,” said the blacksmith as both of his hands glided over the firm, rounded bottom cheeks.  “Got to inspect things up close to figure out the best place for the marking.”

One of the other men laughed.  “Yeah, up close and personal.  I’m happy to do the same inspection if you need a second opinion.”

Sophie snorted as she felt the tip of the blacksmith’s cock touching her petals and then snorted again as he rammed it home with one thrust.  Oh, god, she thought.  I’m wet again!  How is that even possible?

The blacksmith took his time and Sophie felt the thing gliding in and out of her pussy easily.  She shook her head, disgusted with the men and the way her body was reacting to this offensive treatment.  And once again, she felt the familiar signs of an orgasm approaching.

The blacksmith finally deposited his sperm into her pussy and was replaced by the other man who had offered to provide a second opinion.  Sophie groaned as the much thicker cock stretched her uncomfortably, but also felt the orgasm getting closer.  She erupted and groaned again as the new cock twitched and released its seed into her womb.

“Alright, let’s get back to business,” said the blacksmith after the other man’s cock slipped out of the dripping pussy.  He pulled the brand out of the fire and held it in front of Sophie’s face where she could see it.  “This is what you’ll be wearing once we’re done here.  Isn’t it a beautiful design?”

“Mmmfff,” grunted Sophie through the gag as she shook her head furiously.  The blacksmith laughed and then pulled the rag out before moving behind her.  “You can talk all you like now, girl.  I just love the sounds of a slave being branded.”

“Stop!!!  Don’t!!!” she screeched.  “Please don’t!!!”

He held the brand close to her right ass cheek and Sophie could feel the heat radiating from the red hot metal.  “Please have mercy!!!”

“Here goes,” said the blacksmith.  At the last second, however, he set the brand away and picked up another one that had been lying in ice water.  Since he was behind her, she couldn’t see the switch.  He pressed the cold one against her ass cheek and she screeched.

“Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!!!”  She felt the brand pressing into her skin.  She was convinced that it was the hot one and couldn’t tell that an ice cold one was being used instead.  “Aaaaiiiiieeeeee!!!” she screeched again.

The blacksmith held the brand against the skin for a couple of seconds and then pulled it back.  “I sure do good work.  That’s a beautiful branding job, if I do say so myself.  Once it heals up, girl, you’ll be very proud of your new mark.”

The newly purchased slaves were worked hard by Rose in the morning.  They were attached to a plow and pulled it for two hours, tilling sod in what was reportedly to become Rose’s vegetable garden, according to the new mistress.  After that was finished, the owner took her newest possessions to the plantation house, which turned out to be just another façade and had them mate.  She told them that she planned on having them provide her with an endless flow of new slaves and that their babies would serve the plantation well.

At around noon, the male was gone.  Rose explained that he was now a runaway slave and that a hunting party was out looking for him.  They would catch him and skin him alive once they caught him.  “If he’s not going to make babies with you, girl, then I have no use for him.”

They made love throughout the rest of the day and far into the evening.  Sophie did not even think about resisting this time, although she was still angry about being branded earlier in the day.  She just surrendered herself to the arms of her beautiful owner and gave and received so many orgasms that she lost track.

She would bide her time and look for an opportunity to escape later.

It grew dark and they were tired from all of their erotic exertions.  They lay on their sides in bed, facing one another.  Rose was lazily running her fingers over the delicate swells of the girl’s breasts, enjoying her property.

“So what do you think about The Decadence Society now?”  Her finger was currently circling the girl’s nipple and she watched it stiffen even more.

“I think they are a bunch of kidnappers and rapists and torturers who belong in prison,” replied Sophie honestly.

Rose gripped the stiff little nubbin softly and rolled it back and forth.  “I thought that all of those great orgasms might make you see us a little differently.  You seemed to enjoy each of them.”

Sophie looked down at her chest and watched Rose toying with her nipple.  Once again, she started feeling a tingling between her thighs and knew that her red-haired captor was getting her aroused.

“Don’t get me wrong, Rose,” said Sophie.  “I mean, Mistress.”

“You can call me Rose.  We’re out of character for the moment.”

“Well, I like you a lot,” Sophie continued.  “You’re beautiful and smart and warm and caring.  I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you.  And I have never had so many wonderful orgasms as I have had with you.  It’s like you’re magical.”

Sophie paused and took a deep breath before continuing.  “But that still doesn’t change the fact that I was kidnapped.  I was held against my will.  I was terrorized.  I was raped.  Yesterday, I was sodomized.  So were you, in fact.  I don’t know why you volunteer to have your ass fucked.  And today, I was scarred for life!”

Rose scooted forward and kissed Sophie, never releasing the nipple she was playing with.  “It’s all part of the game, love.  It’s like the needles in my breasts.  Having them turned into pin cushions isn’t my favorite pastime.  But I know that the guy who was doing it has a thing for my breasts.  He’s fixated on them.  So he focuses his play on using and abusing them.  It’s part of the game.”

“Besides, it’s fun,” she went on.  Sophie blinked at that addition but Rose ignored her reaction.  “I know what my role will be but I don’t fully know what others will be or how sexual they will make it.  I’m almost always surprised and I always, always have earth shattering orgasms.”

“And another thing, you were not scarred for life this morning,” Rose added.

“Not scarred?  I was branded!!!  What would you call it?”

Rose laughed lightly and reached down, pulling the bandage off of Sophie’s bottom.  “Look for yourself.  You were not branded this morning.  You just thought you were.  It’s part of the game.”

Sophie reluctantly twisted her head to look.  She was not sure that she wanted to see her charred flesh but she looked anyways.  She blinked and then quickly turned back to face Rose.  “Where’s the brand?”

Rose kissed the tip of Sophie’s nose and smiled.  “It’s all a game, love.  That’s what I keep trying to tell you.  You were never branded.  We never had any intention of marring this perfect body.”

Rose concluded by scooting forward and kissing Sophie on the lips.  The kiss lasted for long minutes and was both passionate and tender at the same time.  Then Rose slowly slid down Sophie’s body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.  She paused at the girl’s delicious breasts and feasted on them for over ten minutes.  Sophie was already heated up by the time Rose’s lips reached the girl’s pussy and Rose easily took her to the edge of orgasm and kept her there for almost an hour.  Sophie was groaning and begging her mistress for release the entire time.  They slept after that with their bodies pressed tightly together.

Chapter 7

Sophie awoke on Friday with a start.  She glanced around, trying to orient herself, but it was all too confusing for her.  She shook her head to try to clear it and looked around again.

She was in her car and it was parked on the side of the road.  As she looked around, she realized that this was where she had stopped days before.  The sign for Decadence was gone now but there was no mistake that this was where everything about the recent nightmare had started.

She was fully clothed now.  Well, she was mostly clothed now.  It was not the same outfit that she had worn on Sunday but these were definitely her own clothes.  All that she was missing was a bra.  Duke was sleeping in the passenger seat with his head resting in Sophie’s lap.

What was going on here?  Had any of the things that she remembered actually happened?  Maybe it had all been just a bad dream.

She could always go back to where she was being held prisoner to see if she recognized anything there.  She thought that she could remember the way.  But those perverts might still be there.  At least if it had been real, they might still be there.  She decided that she couldn’t risk going back to the place where she was held captive.  She was free now and she intended to stay free.

Maybe she should find the closest police station and report her kidnapping.  But then she thought about what she would have to tell the police.  The story seemed pretty unbelievable, even to her.  Sentenced to be executed each day.  A Wild West town.  A Roman gladiator.  A fox hunt.  Nobody would believe her.

Maybe there was some evidence on her body that she could use to substantiate her story.  Surely the abuse must have left some marks on her body.  But she saw nothing unusual about her wrists or ankles that had been bound so often during the week.  She pulled up her t-shirt and looked at her belly to see if she had any bruises or scratches from all of the abuse but saw no signs there either.  She even pinched her nipple that had been skewered so cruelly and tagged but it didn’t even hurt at this point.  She sighed as she realized that she had no proof of her kidnapping or rape or torment.  She wondered why they had fully dressed her but not put her bra back on in the process and she made a mental note to stop at a gas station so she could put one on before she reached her parents’ house.

She decided that it would be best to get as far away from this place as possible.  She could not afford to get captured again.  As she reached for the key to turn the car on, however, she noticed a piece of paper.  She unfolded it and read it.

Dearest Sophie,

You are a remarkable girl.  I have thoroughly enjoyed being with you this week and playing with you.  I hope that you liked our games, even though you apparently had not intended to join in the fun.

Everyone agreed that you were the best addition to the group that we ever had.  As I mentioned to you the other day, your role playing by far exceeded most of what we see from even the experienced members of our society.  It was a pleasure to see someone become so fully immersed in their roles.

The group gets together once a year for a week of decadence and debauchery and excitement.  It is a fun-filled, uninhibited week where everyone gets to try out new things.  The timing of the meetings is always kept secret until the week before the event.  And we always meet in a new location.

I hope that you will seriously consider becoming a permanent addition to the society.  And I hope that you will continue to be a slave girl when we get together.  I simply loved owning you.  I have included an email address so that you can reach me and let me know if you would like to have Decadence in your life again.

Also, while the Decadence Society only meets once a year, there are other similar groups that I belong to that meet at other times of the year.  I would love to introduce my beautiful slave girl to them if she is interested.

Again, thank you for being you and providing me with such pleasure.  You truly are a remarkable girl.

Love,

Rose

Sophie stared at the page after she finished reading.  Her hands were trembling slightly as she reread the note.  Rose couldn’t possibly think that she would want to join the group again, could she?

Duke finally stirred and sat up, licking her face.  His tail was wagging eagerly and he seemed his normal self.

Did he remember that he had fucked her?  Would this change their relationship?  But he seemed normal, much to Sophie’s relief.

At least he seemed normal at first.  After he licked her face a few times, he nuzzled against the outer swells of her right breast and gave the soft mound a gentle nip.

“Duke!” yelled Sophie.  “Stop that!”

Duke stopped for a moment but then returned his attention to the tender flesh.  The untethered breast moved beneath the shirt whenever he touched it and he would chase after it with his nose as if he was playing a game.  He finally found the nipple tenting out from under the material and nipped it.  Sophie yelped in surprise but she also felt the familiar and unwanted stirring between her thighs.

Oh god, she thought.  They’ve created a monster!

She managed to push him away and held her arm out to fend him off.  He managed to worm his way under the arm, though, and he was able to push his way into her lap.  He immediately shifted his focus from the bouncing, wiggling breasts.  He had caught the sweet scent of her pussy and he wanted to enjoy it again.

“Duke!” shrieked a shocked Sophie. “Stop that this instant!”  She tried to push him away again but he was too big and too strong for her.  And the low, throaty growl told her that her pet was not himself.  He had never acted this way with her before.

Her mind raced as she thought about her options.  It was obvious that she could not drive with him acting this way.  She couldn’t just leave him by the side of the road either.  What could she do?

She managed to open the door and slip out of the car, closing the door quickly behind her and locking Duke inside.  He jumped forward and banged his nose into the glass, trying to get to her.  Then he stuck his nose down to the car seat and started sniffing at where she had just been sitting.

This was unbelievable, thought Sophie.  How could he become so sex-crazed in such a short period of time?  How many women had he fucked this week?  Surely, fucking her once couldn’t have changed him so drastically.

And what did this mean about their future relationship?  She couldn’t keep letting him fuck her.  And what did it mean about how he would behave around other women?

“Oh my gosh!” she blurted.  “Mom!”  How would he act around her mother?  Her mother would be mortified if Duke got amorous with her.  And Sophie would be mortified if he did that to her mother.  She had a real problem on her hands.

She continued to stand outside of the car and shivered.  The weather had cooled since yesterday.  She couldn’t imagine running around naked on a day like this.  Actually, she couldn’t imagine running around naked at all on any kind of day but she knew that she had done that for the past week.

Duke was starting to settle down now and was sitting in the passenger seat again.  Maybe all of this problem had already passed.  She noticed the piece of paper in her hand and crumpled it up to throw it away.  But as she swung her arm to pitch it, she stopped.  She smoothed it out on the trunk and then folded it before slipping it into her purse.  Maybe she should email Rose.  She doubted that she would every contact the woman but she should at least keep the note in case she wanted to in the future.

She saw a black car approaching and decided that she should try to drive again.  She moved to the driver’s door and went to open it just as the stretch limo pulled to a stop on the road beside her car.  It looked so out of place on this gravel road in the middle of nowhere.  One of the rear windows was rolled down and she heard a female voice from within.

“Having car problems?”

Sophie gasped as she heard the voice that she recognized.  She looked down to the window and saw Rose’s face appear, surrounded by a shock of brilliant red hair.  “Rose?  What are you doing here?”

“We were just heading back to the city,” said Rose.  “The festivities ended and now we’re all going home.  Do you need help?”

“Oh,” replied Sophie as she started to blush.  It would be so embarrassing to tell the older woman about how her dog was behaving but she decided to anyways.  She might need help.  “It’s Duke.  I can’t seem to control him.  I had to get out of the car because he’s all over me.”

“Oh my,” said Rose.  “That’s not good.  I can’t say that I blame him but still, it’s not good.  I’m surprised though.  Dogs don’t normally act that way after having only one woman.  Usually, it takes a lot of conditioning and training to get them to want to be with a human partner again.”

“Well, he definitely acted like he wanted more,” said Sophie.  “I’m not sure I can drive with him like that.”

Rose thought for a moment before replying.  “I have an idea.  Why not let my husband drive your car?  You can ride with me until we get back to the city.”

“I’m not going straight back to the city,” said Sophie.  “I have to drop off Duke at my parents’ house first.”

“Then we’ll take you to your parents.  You can drop off Duke and we can even give you a lift back to the city.”

“You’re going to New York?” asked Sophie.

“Yes,” smiled Rose.  “We live there too.”

“Oh my,” whispered Sophie.  “Well, I appreciate the offer.  But I don’t think it’s a good idea after all that has happened this week.”

“It’s up to you,” said Rose.  “But I already told you that it’s all make believe.  It all stays in Decadence and then we all go back to our normal lives.  I promise you that nothing will happen in this car against your will.  So can I give you a lift?”

Sophie paused for a moment.  She looked back at her car and saw that Duke was still sitting quietly.  Still, she shouldn’t chance him getting worked up again while she was driving.  She turned back to Rose.  “Okay.  I’ll ride with you.”

“Good.  Then that’s settled,” smiled Rose.  She opened the car door and stepped out.  The door on the other side also opened and a man got out.  “I think that you have already met my husband, Luke.”

Sophie gasped as she recognized the husband.  He straightened up and she saw the very tall man with the muscular frame now wearing a blue pin-stripe suit.  It was the gladiator!

“Hello again, Sophie,” smiled Luke as he walked around the back of the car.  He extended his hand and Sophie shook it.  “It’s so good to see you again.  I hope you liked our fun.  Rose just told me this morning that you came to us by accident.  I hope that our celebration didn’t offend you too much.”

“Er….. um…..” stammered Sophie.  How should she respond?  Luke spoke again before she could come up with something to say.

“If you’ll give me your keys, I’ll follow the limo.  You can give the driver directions and we’ll get you to your parents.”

Dumbly, Sophie held out the keys and Luke got into the car with Duke who greeted him happily.  Rose and Sophie got into the back of the limo and then both cars headed east.

“I’m glad that we’ll have this chance to talk again now that you’re outside of Decadence,” Rose said once the cars were moving.  “Did you find my note?”

Sophie nodded her head silently.

“Good,” smiled Rose.  “I meant what I said.  You truly are a remarkable girl and I would truly love to spend more time with you.  But that is entirely your decision.  And it’s not a decision that you have to make right away.”

Rose was also dressed in a business suit and looked very professional, especially compared with the other outfits she had worn earlier in the week.  It was very stylish and it was obvious that it had been tailored to her form.  Sophie saw that it highlighted Rose’s curves and that the jacket did nothing to disguise or hide the prominent swells of the older woman’s breasts.

“I don’t know, Rose,” answered Sophie.  “It was pretty horrible.”

“Hmmm,” pondered Rose, not quite understanding.  She always loved these events.  What could be so horrible about them?  She decided to ask.

“What was the worst thing that happened?”

Sophie didn’t even have to think to answer that one.  “Seeing that guy stick all of those needles into your breasts.”

Rose laughed lightly.  “That happened to me.  That doesn’t count.  What was the worst thing that happened to you?”

“Oh,” Sophie responded.  “Well, it was pretty horrible even if it didn’t happen to me.  Let’s see.  Being tortured was bad; especially those clamps on my nipples.”

“I see,” nodded Rose.  “Did you climax?”

Sophie blushed and nodded.  “Yes.”

“So that couldn’t have been so bad.  What else?”

“When that guy fucked my ass.  That was pretty horrible.”

“Did you cum?”

Again Sophie blushed and nodded.  “Yes.  What about being fucked by my own dog?  That was horrible.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

Sophie balled her fists and hit her thighs in frustration.  “Rose, you can’t judge everything by whether or not you climaxed.”

Rose laughed lightly again.  “Of course you can.  Now if those things happened to you and you didn’t climax, then that would mean they were horrible.  But the fact that you did climax says that they excited you.  You were aroused by them.  That’s the beauty of Decadence.  You get to explore.  You get to try things you never even thought of.  And you get to experience a never-ending stream of earth-shattering orgasms.”

Sophie groaned and slumped back in her seat.  She could see that she would not win this debate.  It was all so frustrating.  She decided to change the subject.

“Why are you and Luke all dressed up?”

“Oh, this?” asked Rose, fingering the lapel of her suit jacket.  “This isn’t dressed up.  This is what we normally wear.  We thought we would stop at our company on the way home to make sure there are no problems that came up while we were gone.  Then we’ll head home for the weekend.”

Sophie blinked.  “You have a company?”

Rose laughed.  “Yes, we have a company; a very successful company.”

“What kind of company?”

“A very big one,” Rose said.  “And sometimes it even needs our attention.”  Rose didn’t go on to name the company and Sophie didn’t push the subject.

They got to Sophie’s parents and Sophie had a bit of explaining to do. They had been very worried that she hadn’t returned on Sunday and that they hadn’t heard from her.  They scolded her for being so reckless.

She acted surprised that they hadn’t gotten her voicemail.  She lied and told them that she met Rose and Luke and decided to join them for some additional sightseeing.  They seemed satisfied with the explanation and then the three of them left, leaving Duke behind.  They dropped off Sophie’s rental car at a local branch of the rental company and Luke even paid the bill since they had been the ones to cause Sophie to keep the car longer than anticipated.

Then the three of them rode together in the limo back to New York City.  Sophie still couldn’t believe that she agreed to ride with the couple, especially after what they and their friends had done to her. But she was glad that she did.  She found them both to be very friendly and warm and entertaining.

Rose brought the conversation back to the note and again said that they loved their time with her and wanted to see her again.  There was not another event like the last one coming up soon but they wanted her to join just the two of them if she could.

During the ride, emotional swings were frequent and sometimes extreme.  There was shouting and there were accusations.  There was sobbing at one point.  There were tender embraces.  There was even some laughter as Sophie described her shock at being fisted by a dead woman.

Luke remained silent throughout the journey.  While he would love to be able to enjoy this beautiful and delectable creature again, his internal code would not allow him to try to influence her.  It had to be her decision.  She had to want it.  He would not be knowingly responsible for letting the girl get into something that she was unprepared for.  He was still a little irked with his wife for keeping Sophie at Decadence after she learned that it was all a mistake.  At the same time, deep down inside, he was glad that Rose had done that.  It allowed him to sink his cock into the tight sheath of Sophie’s pussy once more and that had been delightful.

Sophie finally got her emotions under control.  She could think more clearly now.  She apologized to the couple for her foolish and immature reactions and explained that it was just a lot to adjust to.

She agreed with Rose that she had not been harmed.  She had been scared but now she understood that this was just a game between consenting adults.  And she recognized how they had mistakenly but innocently assumed that she was one of the people who had consented.

And she agreed with Rose that the sex had been wonderful.  She conceded that she had more orgasms in the past five days than in all of the rest of her life and that each climax had been unbelievable.  “But don’t get me wrong.  Orgasms are good but we shouldn’t plan our lives around them.”

Rose laughed and hugged Sophie again.  “Oh yes we should.  You’ll learn that someday, love.”

In the end, she agreed to join them for the weekend.  After all, it was already Friday afternoon.  They were going to the office so they dropped her off at her apartment.  They would pick her up in two hours to spend the weekend with them at their home in the Hamptons… as their slave girl.

Sophie rode up the elevator of her apartment building and shuddered slightly, wondering what she had gotten herself into.  And she wondered what she should pack for the weekend.  What do slave girls normally wear?  She had no idea.  All that she knew was that the last time she was a slave girl, she was kept naked the entire time.  A familiar thrill rushed through her body and she felt her pussy clenching.

She wondered if she would end up expanding the population of Decadence to 74.

The End