Charley’s birthday

© Dikke Kannibaal, june 2000

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Two months before.
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‘As agreed, the twins you asked for, Sir’

The speaker was a young man, about 25 years old, wearing a gray business 
suit. His English was a bit difficult, with a strong accent, but without that 
he could have been easily mistaken for the average middle-class neighbor. The 
other person in the room was also a rather normal looking man, a bit older, 
about 30 to 35 years old. He wore an easy trouser, a white silk shirt, blue 
jacket, and a rather dull tie. The room itself was also not very special: a 
room in a basement, white walls, no windows but an effective air conditioning 
system. It was rather warm inside, about 70°F. The room contained two beds, 
and a door led to a toilet/douche space. A nice television set, a well-
stacked bookcase and a small table in a corner with two chairs completed the 
simple furniture. The entrance door was a bit more special: covered with 
sound damping material, in the middle a small judas-hole, mounted such that 
the room could be surveyed from the outside without the inhabitant(s) 
noticing it. Also the attachment hooks in the ceiling and the walls were not 
to be commonly found in anybody’s cellar.

The most special about the room however were the two naked girls standing in 
the middle of it, their hands on their head, legs a little bit spread, 
looking blank at the wall before them. The man with the blue jacket slowly 
walked around the two girls, studying every detail of them. Both were 
brunettes, about twenty years old, with pear shaped breasts, in good physical 
condition, about 5 feet 6 inch long. The looked alike, or, as a matter of 
fact, they were alike. Identical twins. The only difference between them were 
tattoos on their shoulders, arms end legs, reading ‘PREY-KITTY-98W’ on one 
girl, and ‘PREY-KATHY-98W’ on the other girl.

The man looked at them approvingly, and let his hand slide along the hip of 
one of the girls.
‘Weight?’ he asked suddenly.
‘About 145 pound each, but as we have a few weeks, we can fatten them up or 
slim down a bit.’

‘Hmm. Ok. They look fine to me.’ He turned around and suddenly left the room. 
At the door he turned around and looked at the immovable female statues in 
the white cellar.
‘What I almost forgot, can you make their hair up in a kind of tuft, you 
know, shaving the side of the crane, and making the center part stick up, as 
those nice punk head-dresses that were in vogue about ten years ago. Or 
longer ago, I’m getting old.’ he added laughing.
‘No problem, we’ll show you a computer simulation of it before the 
modification. Should the hair be dyed?’
‘No, no, I want them as identical as possible. And also epilate them 
completely on their body except their crotch.’
‘Ok.’

The man in the blue jacked turned again, and left the cellar without further 
ado, followed by the young guy in the business suit. A red light above the 
door remained on for a minute or so, and then dimmed. Immediately both girls 
broke their pose, and looked at each other with fear-filled eyes. Although 
they did not know what fate had been decided for them, someone had decided 
upon their life or death, and there was nothing they could do about it. The 
only thing they knew was that they had a chance of survival of one out of 
fifty, and that the final sole survivor of the fifty girls that made up the 
death group would receive a stunning one million dollars. But anyhow, soon at 
least one of the two of them would die for the entertainment of the rich, 
presumably in a most unpleasant way, as yet unknown to them, but decided yet.

In an office in the same building, the last details of the delivery were 
arranged.

‘I would like to use them both the 15th of next month. In the mean time, give 
them a thorough physical training, so they are in good shape. The event is 
taking place the evening of the 15th. You may fatten them up a bit, but that 
is not necessary, as long as they resemble each other as much as possible. 
Discuss the details with Carl.’
‘Ok, we can deliver them the 13th, so there won’t be any last minute 
surprises.’
Both man shaked hands, and the blue jacket left the office, checking his 
agenda for his next appointment.

The evening.
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The evening of 15th the party that Charley had thrown in to celebrate his 25th 
birthday was clearly a great success. In the afternoon they whole group had 
been at the casino and, against tradition, Charley had for once not lost 
everything he had, which gave him an very good mood. Everybody was teasing 
him with his good fortune, and was predicting him a lot of problems with 
love, now luck had favored him so much at the roulette. Charley smiled upon 
it and, pointing at the girls surrounding him, said that a little bit less 
love wouldn’t harm him anyhow. People were chatting, eating, dancing, the 
evening was just going to be perfect.

In the corner of the ball-room, a large curtain was shielding off a large 
corner. Charley had strictly forbidden everybody to peer behind it. Some 
girls of course tried to have a look, but they were disappointed and offended 
by the lack of confidence of Charley: behind the first curtain, a second one 
was placed and solidly attached to a metal structure behind it. Charley had 
announced that behind the curtain a surprise game as awaiting them, and that 
at ten o’clock he would reveal what it was all about, unless of course a girl 
was sufficiently sweet with him, so, maybe he would reveal the secret to her 
a bit earlier. As it turned out, all the girls were so sweet with him that he 
would have been foolish to reveal the secret a second before ten.

In the crowd, Roland was discussing the different possibilities with Amy and 
Linda what could possibly be hidden in the corner. Both girls were twenty and 
deeply in love with the young well-built man before them, trying all their 
tricks to get him in their bed, which was not so easy: Roland was not only 
handsome and rich, but also a talented musician and one of the most bespoken 
celibates of the group. And he liked teasing girls. Amy and Linda were great 
friends and chased Roland in good rivalry.

At ten exactly Charley walked calmly to a small platform, took a mike, and 
after the obligatory ‘hum, hum, test, two, three’ the music was shut down and 
everybody looked eagerly at the corner.

‘Dear friends, as you know, this is my twenty-fifth birthday, and I gathered 
all of you here to celebrate this. I am grateful to you all that you could 
make it to this special party. The party is indeed special: every invited 
person here is not only a dedicated and achieved hunter but also a fine 
gambler. I wanted to offer you something special this evening, and therefor I 
conceived the game there in the corner. It is a gambling game with a fifty-
fifty outcome. The bets are placed under the control of the Hunters 
Association, so be careful with what you bet, because there is no withdrawing 
possible!’

Amy and Linda looked at each other with great expectation. An achieved 
hunter, that was a hunter that had killed at least one human prey, so this 
evening would indeed offer some special entertainment!

This was serious business. Betting under the control of the Hunter 
Association was unlimited, and could also involve betting his own life. A 
year ago a girl had betted herself for participation in a 20% event. This was 
an event where each participant had a 20% chance to be killed, or to be 
wounded so severely that a kill was necessarily. Those events were mostly 
invented by one of the members of the Association, then refined technically 
by the staff of the Association. The girl had been forced to participate in a 
Russian roulette event in a underground casino, set up to celebrate the ten 
year existence of the club. She had been lucky: the girl just in front of her 
had blown her head off, splashing her with blood and brains. After the event, 
the surviving five girls had been forced to submit themselves sexually to the 
people who had been betting on the death girl. She told that it had been the 
most intense experience of her life: death, anxiety and sex mingled in an 
unexplainable knot.

On the platform, Charley continued:
‘As you can see, there are two urns here on the table. Depending upon the 
outcome of the spectacle this evening, one of the urns will be opened, the 
other will be destroyed. You can write your bets on a sheet of paper, to be 
provided by Carl here’ – he pointed to a man in a black suit, standing a bit 
besides and behind him, his hands on his back – ‘Carl will check them out for 
validity, will affirm your identity, take a copy of the paper for your 
convenience and throw the original in the right urn. If you place multiple 
bets, ALL bets will be carried out. In case of conflict, Carl here will 
decide upon the interpretation of each bet. His decision cannot be revoked. 
Betting starts now, and will close at exactly 11 PM, and the bets become 
effective immediately after being read by Carl here, as a representative from 
the Organization.’

He waited a bit, looking at the people in the room.

‘And now, what you are all waiting for, tadzaam :’

Charley pointed at the curtain that slowly opened. The second curtain had 
been removed, and behind the curtain a kind of African landscape was 
revealed. It was surrounded by metal bars, forming effectively a large cage, 
even closed at the top. At the left and at the right side of the cage a naked 
girl was suspended to a T shaped brown-wooden cross, the arms bent backward 
over the horizontal pole, the ankles attached to the vertical pole. The 
crosses were placed such that the girls looked right at the public before 
them.

Suddenly Amy whispered to Roland with surprise:
‘They are identical, look: they are sisters, or twins. And the landscape in 
the cage is symmetrical too!’

Charley let his guests contemplate the scene, then continued.
‘Both girls in the inner cage are identical twins. The weight the same, have 
been washed with the same soap, have had exactly the same diet for weeks now. 
Also the landscape inside the cage is symmetrically built, and the lights in 
this room are placed in such a way, that, seen from the cage, there is no 
difference between left and right. However, for the game, we need to ad some 
additional props.’

At a sign of him, metal bars were sliding out of the ground around the two 
crucified girls, enclosing  them effectively in two circular small cages. 
Charley waited a bit to let the public appreciate the scene, the continued :

‘As you can see, we have here a perfectly left-right symmetrical problem. A 
problem? Of course, a problem, for our third guest.’

Slowly in the middle of the cage, a hidden door opened, and suddenly a tiger 
jumped in the cage. People in the room screamed in surprise. The tiger 
started to walk around alongside the metal bars of the cage, and even tried 
to get into one of the smaller cages inside, where the girl suspended to the 
cross closed her eyes in terror.

‘Now, our little tiger here, a Bengalis tiger by the way, is rather hungry: 
he hasn’t been fed for three days now, and I think he would like to have one 
of those delicious prey-girls inside the smaller cages there. Now, we will 
not disappoint him, but he has to wait a little bit. What is the idea now? 
Between twelve and five past twelve, the bars, forming the smaller cages will 
suddenly again disappear into the ground, leaving both preys unprotected for 
our sweet little tiger here. And then, the question is, will he choose prey-
Kitty at the left for his dinner, or prey-Kathy at the right? Everything is 
equal, so we have here a perfect chance game. Now the game is up to you, 
papers and pencils are on the tables here. And be careful: no backing out!’

Charley passed the mike to a middle-aged man in a dark suit, standing behind 
him, and jumped from the platform. Slowly people started to applaud. This was 
quite something: the whole idea. And finding identical twins!

‘Wow, this is great,’ shouted Linda to Amy. ‘What are you going to bet?’
‘I don’t know, maybe my ass?’ Amy answered laughing, looking at Linda. 
Suddenly she stopped laughing, took Linda by the arm, and started excited 
whispering in her ear.

The music started again but seemingly nobody was inclined to dancing. 
Everybody was busy talking and looking at the display in the cage. Charley 
could be satisfied: his celebration would be remembered for a long time.

People started to discuss possible bets. As everybody was rich enough not to 
be impressed by money, bets were either about childish small amounts of 
money, either about personal things. Ronald heard a girl asking her friend 
about to offer her one of his slave-girls: seemingly she hated the girl and 
wanted him to deliver the girl to her – with undoubtedly rather final results 
for the poor animal. The guy was discussing with her what she was betting in 
return and they agreed upon her being subjected to the slavegirl for two 
weeks, but as a class 2 slave, with the slavegirl being told that she was 
definitely reduced to the status of class 2 slave, so that the slavegirl 
would let herself go more freely. They walked away to the table to fill out 
the forms. Ronald could see that the boy had an erection, and he was sure the 
girl was aroused too. The two of them faced two interesting hours!

As a matter of fact, because slavery was sometimes temporarily, sometimes 
not, a system of four different classes was defined by the Organization. A 
class 4 slave was the minimum: the slave could not be hurt or modified 
physically, although punishment with e.g. electroshocks or soft whipping was 
perfectly possible. A resourceful master or mistress could find many ways to 
punish without damaging a slave. Such a slave was mostly used as a sex-slave 
or a work animal, or furniture to ornament a room. This level was often used 
for someone entering slavery as a game for the first time. A class 2 slave 
could be punished physically, and small body modifications were allowed, such 
as small piercing on places that could not be spotted while ‘normal’ clothing 
was worn, shaving the body or the head, punishment with whips etc that left 
no serious open wounds. In principle, a class 2 slave that was released had 
no visible permanent marks resulting from the slavery. A class 3 slave could 
be punished more severely, and heavy body modifications such as breast 
enlargement or castration were allowed, but the slave could not be put to 
death. If the slave died as a result from a treatment imposed on him by his 
owner, a large fine had to be paid, and the owner lost the confidence of the 
Organization. There were almost no class 3 slaves, only if someone was forced 
into slavery, but still had a bargaining margin while being enslaved. Ronald 
knew of one case, where a young couple had lost so much during a heavy 
betting that they could not pay the required sum, and had been sold as class 
3 slaves to cover the debts. A class 4 slave at last was a complete slave: 
his or her owner had every right to do with it what he or she wished. Class 4 
slaves were mostly part of death groups, groups of people subscribing to a 
game, where all but one of the group was put to death for the amusement of 
the Organization members within two years following the starting of the 
contract, and the sole survivor received a high amount of money.

Ronald was taken out of his daydreams by the sudden sight of a laughing Linda 
and Amy standing before him, each with a betting paper in her hand. Rather 
curious he took both papers and read them through. They were rather simple: 
if Kathy was eaten, Amy promised to be his Class 2 Slave for two weeks, and 
if Kitty got it, Linda promised to be his class 2 slave, also for two weeks. 
He looked at the two girls, which were suddenly looking shy at him. Linda 
spoke out first.
‘Hmm, Ronald, I hope you don’t find this embarrassing? If you don’t want it, 
you can set us free immediately tomorrow morning, of course. It’s just game, 
you know.’
He laughed. Both girls were pretty and very physical. Having one of them as 
his slave would be a delight. Before he could speak out Amy interrupted him.
‘Well, the point is, maybe you don’t know, but Linda and I are a bit in love 
with you and we thought this a nice way to settle the discussion about who is 
going to get you first…’
Ronald grinned. Maybe you don’t know! The whole world knew the two girls were 
chasing him. Strange that people could be so blind about some things. He 
asked whether he himself had also those same blind spots in his everyday 
behavior.

‘Girls, I am rather honored than embarrassed. But before accepting this, I 
must warn you: now I treat you right, because you both are fine girls, and I 
esteem you both. Once you are a slavegirl however, this changes, and I will 
not treat you any different from any other slavegirl. Remember Dorothy!’

Both girls knew Dorothy. Ronald had won the girl for one month during a game 
of poker from her boyfriend Luke, half a year ago. Although Dorothy had been 
a good girlfriend for him, and although they both frequented the same golf 
and tennis clubs, he had used her as a simple slave. First he had rented her 
to a prostitute organization that had made her work as a cheap whore in a 
harbor. After having sucked cocks for two weeks, he had had her installed as 
a watch in his mattress: there was a woman-shaped cavity in his mattress, 
under the blanket, where he had had her tied, so he could feel her soft body 
through the blanket. A dildo was pushed in her pussy and her arse. His 
bedside watch was connected to electrodes on the dildos, and at wake-up time 
voltage was applied, so that he was woken up by the squirming of the 
slavegirl under him. He had not hesitated to invite other girls in his bed to 
make out, sometimes with close friends of Dorothy, who found it a rather 
exciting and hilarious situation, and played with the watch, sending 
continuous electroshocks through the poor slavegirl under them while they 
were slowly masturbating in the bed. After the month had passed by, he had 
set her free, and she had been a much more passionate lover girl since then. 
Luke had even thanked him for that.

‘We know, but we accept the risk.’ said Linda.
‘We even have got some attributes,’ Amy added, showing a leather collar, a 
leash and a pair of handcuffs.

Laughing Ronald held up his hands. 
‘Ok then, I incline before so much female determinism. Let’s get the bets 
posted! But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!’

They walked towards the betting table, but suddenly a commotion took their 
attention. At the center of the commotion was a woman in her late thirties, 
but with a fabulous figure, clearly the result of relentless working out. Amy 
knew her. It was Delindah Jason-Smith, a very rich woman, unmarried, deeply 
unsatisfied with life. She had tried out every form of entertainment and had 
become so blasé that nothing interested her anymore. She had killed preys in 
every conceivable way, tried all experiences, had had it all. Two years ago, 
at 37, she had twice tried suicide, and only sheer luck had saved her life. 
Next to her stood her lover Hermann, a good-looking boy, half her age, with 
his arm around a buxom redhead. Amy told that the lover would inherit a lot 
of money if she died. Ronald thought it pretty stupid to give your lover a 
financial advantage at your death, but seemingly was the risk of being 
murdered essential to this woman. She was holding three papers in her hand 
and was explaining to Carl what she was up to.

‘Look, it’s all simple. I have three papers here. The first paper says that 
if Kathy gets eaten, I will be auctioned off as a class 2 slave to the 
audience here, for a period of three years. Half of the money will be for 
Charley, as my birthday gift to him; the other half will be for Hermann here, 
as a consolation for having to miss me. The second paper says that if Kitty 
gets eaten, I will be put in a lottery this same evening as a class 1 slave, 
with no time limit. For this lottery, you have to set up an additional urn, 
and every participant has to put his name on a paper, together with a 
description of what he wants to use me for. The papers have to be picked out 
of the urn by our dear host – she nodded gently to Charley – and the last one 
remaining in the urn is the one to get me. The third paper at last is a blank 
paper. From the three papers, Hermann here will now take one and hold it with 
him, without disclosing it, and you get the remaining two and place them in 
the urns. So, if Hermann picks the white paper I’ll either be a class 2 or 
class 1 slave after midnight. If he picks the Kitty paper, I’ll either be 
class 1 or free and if he picks the Kathy paper, I’ll either be class 2 or 
free. I think all this is pretty clear.’

Carl thought a bit, but seemingly found no loophole in the description.

‘Agreed. The following additional rules will apply: In case of an auction, I 
will chair the auction. The money must be paid within 24 hours after the 
closing of the auction and transfer of property – you - will only be 
effective after the payment is received. For the lottery case, an additional 
urn will be set up here. Participants will be able to put in their name and 
description of their use for you between 11:00 and 11:30. Only one paper for 
each participant. Additionally, you will be chained and exposed on this 
platform from 11:00 on, after the urns for the betting are closed. From 11:00 
till the result of the bets are known, you are considered a class 4 slave. If 
someone in this room discloses the hidden paper, the one Hermann will pick 
out of the three, he or she takes your place on the platform to undergo what 
is destined for you.’

This was typical the organization, Ronald thought, grasping the deepest 
desires of its customers and then carrying them out with mechanical precision 
and heartlessness.

Everybody was looking at the blonde woman with stunning admiration. Nobody 
had ever witnessed someone offering himself as a class 1 slave. Even a class 
2 slave was really exceptional! Good grief, having such a woman as a class 2 
slave at your feet. The possibilities it opened! You could turn her into 
anything you wanted, modify her body, have her do anything. All other bets 
suddenly paled in importance.

Meanwhile Carl took three blank papers from a pile and filled out two of 
them. On the third he put a large cross. He let them read to Delindah Jason-
Smith who nodded and signed the three papers. Carl then pasted them close, 
hiding their contents, turned his back to the audience, shuffled the three 
forms, placed them side by side on the desk and looked invitingly at Hermann.

‘Choose one’ he said.

Hermann, seemingly as surprised as everybody else by the events, walked to 
the table, his arm still round the hips of the redhead. Suddenly he looked at 
her and waved invitingly his arm.
‘Well sweety, if you like to choose, I leave it to you.’

The girl laughed nervously, and looked at Delindah with a sudden despising 
look in her eyes. Then she looked at the table again, and took out the left 
one of the papers. She folded it several times and put it between her 
breasts.

‘So, my dear’ she said to Delindah, ‘you’re not a lesbian, but your future 
resides between my breasts’. She laughed at her own remark. Ronald saw how 
Delindah suddenly shuddered and slowly walked to the dancing floor, taking 
Hermann by the arm. They started to dance slowly in a passionate way. Ronald 
looked at his watch. In a bit more than half an hour, this woman would be 
chained on the platform, naked. Two hours later she would either be free, a 
slave or as good as death. This was certainly going to be an evening to be 
remembered.

In the mean time Carl had re-opened both remaining forms on the table and put 
them in the right urn. Ronald looked at the two forms in his hand, and then 
at the two girls. He walked up to the desk and handed Carl both documents. 
Carl checked them, asked both girls to sign and put the forms in the right 
urn.

As the evening proceeded, tension was building up. At eleven the urns were 
closed, some people already doubting the bets they had placed, but unable to 
withdraw. Deborah was asked to mount the platform. Slowly she walked up the 
platform, still a free woman. Calmly she undressed, maybe her last action as 
a free human being, and stood naked on the platform. People applauded 
spontaneously: despite her 39 years she was really a beauty. Someone from the 
Organization chained her elbows together at her back, making her breasts to 
protrude, and attached her left ankle with a chain to a corner of the 
platform. He pushed under her chin to make her lift her head, and adjusted 
her blonde, curly hear over one shoulder.

People started filling out forms for the human lottery, trying to be as 
ingenious as possible in future uses for the displayed woman. Some of them 
were climbing on the platform, and were touching and pinching the blonde 
class 4 slave to check her body, and were discussing the quality of her skin 
for use as leather for a new coat, of the quality of her flesh for roasting, 
or her physical condition for hunting. However, time went quickly by and soon 
the urn was closed.

Now attention shifted to the cage, where the tiger was getting more and more 
nervous. All the noise and lights had made him really upset, and a deep 
howling was coming out of his throat. Ronald saw how some people were trying 
to influence the outcome of the bet by luring the tiger to one side of the 
cage, or to the other side. Luckily Charley had had an iron mesh attached 
between the bars, otherwise, the tiger might have bitten some of the people, 
so close were they standing near the cage.

Due to the commotion, Ronald hadn’t had time to look at his ease at the 
girls, suspended to the crosses. Both were not looking bad, but he had 
already found out that a tortured women, in the face of death often radiates 
a bestial sexuality, difficult to withstand. As if they suddenly became the 
most desirable women on earth. Both girls seemingly suffered a lot from the 
way they were attached at the crosses: the arms bend backwards, their elbows 
plied over the cross-bar, no support for their feet. Both were breathing with 
difficulty, their muscles tending when they tried to shift their weight. From 
time to time they were glancing at each other. It must be a terrible 
situation for them: hoping their sister would be attacked by the ferocious 
beast wandering around their cages. And knowing that the protection of the 
iron cages would disappear soon, offering their naked and vulnerable body to 
the teeth and claws of the ferocious animal before them. Of one of them, 
breasts, belly and legs would only be meat to appease the animal, nothing 
more than a few kilo’s of steaks, easily replaceable by a slaughtered cow, if 
needed.

He could not prevent him from observing the people around the cage. They were 
joking, laughing, yelling at each other. Some of them were discussing the 
minor details that could make them win their bet. Some pointed out that Kitty 
had moved a bit and had attired the attention of the animal several times by 
doing so, others remarked that Kathy had wounded herself a bit on the raw 
wood that was being used for the crosses, and that the tiger would be 
attracted by the blood. When he glanced over his shoulders he could see 
Deborah standing on the platform, almost forgotten know that midnight was 
approaching. At a quarter before twelve, Charley had asked everybody to 
remove his watches, and not knowing the exact hour added nicely to the 
atmosphere.

Suddenly Ronald was aware of Amy and Linda standing near to him. They were 
looking at the cage with blinking eyes. Amy was standing at prey-Kathy’s 
side, Linda at prey-Kitty’s side. Both were so aroused by the spectacle that 
they were unconsciously letting their hands glide over their trousers. He 
himself was also aroused.

Suddenly, still unexpected although everybody knew it was coming, the bars of 
both small cages fell into the ground, exposing the two naked girls 
helplessly to the growling tiger. The people near the cage screamed in 
excitement and started to shout at the tiger. The animal didn’t seem to 
notice the changed situation and howled at the guests. Ronald could see how 
prey-Kitty’s belly was flat and her legs were shaking out of control. 
Suddenly the tiger turned around and with a giant leap jumped on prey-Kitty, 
sinking his claws in her breasts and belly and his teeth in her blank neck. 
At the same time the iron bars around prey-Kathy sprung out of the ground, 
forming again the protective cage. The public went wild, people yelling at 
each other, crying about won or lost bets, and while the tiger was cracking 
the bones of the unfortunate girl, the attention of the guests was slowly 
turning back to the platform, where another spectacle was being prepared: the 
release of Deborah, or her reduction to a class 1 slave. The redhead that had 
picked out the paper had put it such that it protruded between her breasts, 
and was showing it excitedly at everybody in the room. If she had picked the 
blank paper, Deborah was dead meat.

Linda looked timidly up to Ronald.
‘Well Master, the bets are placed, the dies have rolled, time to pay.’ she 
sighed.
‘Not so hastily, sweety. Everything is only official after the public 
declaration. But you can already put the collar if you want.’
Amy took the collar out of Linda’s hands.
‘Let me help you, you little slave-to-be.’ Both girls looked at each other, 
and suddenly burst out laughing. Linda turned around to let Amy fix the heavy 
collar around her tender neck. She placed herself then before Ronald, and 
looked at him with sexy eyes. Ronald couldn’t resist letting his hand slide 
along her gracious back while they all walked back to the podium. 

Around the cage, the curtain was slowly closing. Ronald looked a last time at 
the surviving twin. She had almost fainted, although with the drugs the 
Organization administered, this was almost impossible. With horrified eyes 
she was looking at the remains of her sister, pieces of meat, hanging from 
the cross, and being gnawed on by the hungry tiger.

On the podium, Carl took the Kathy-urn, and placed it in an oven. After the 
announcement of the ‘winning’ bets, being placed on prey-Kitty, the Kathy urn 
was going to be destroyed by heat. Carl then opened the Kitty urn and started 
to read the bets.

Although there were some interesting bets being placed, everybody was waiting 
for the Deborah verdict, but Carl seemingly had placed the document at the 
bottom of the urn. Ronald could see the blonde woman on the platform 
breathing heavily. This was maybe her last evening. Maybe tomorrow this time, 
she was roasting on a fire for a small barbecue, or being impaled for 
someone, wanting to make some artistic photographs, or being nailed to a 
cross as entertainment. Ronald felt his penis swell and wished he had had 
those ideas when filling out the forms. However, Deborah still had fifty-
fifty chances for being released.

The girl, that had betted herself two weeks against her boyfriend slavegirl 
had won the bet, and yelled out loudly, after which she started to fantasize 
about what she would with the girl. She finally seemed to decide upon using 
the animal to be skinned alive, and have a bikini made out of her skin, so 
her lover could still feel his sex-slave’s skin. The boy grinned at the idea, 
and suggested to also make a sexy slip for him out of the remaining skin, so 
he could feel her even more. They both laughed at the idea, and the girl 
decided that she had to think about it, but that, because the slavegirl was 
now hers, she would decide on the form of the slip, and the parts of the skin 
it would be made of.

‘Linda X, betting herself as Class 3 slave for Ronald X, for a period of two 
weeks, i.e. till midnight fourteen days from now.’

Ronald suddenly awoke from his daydreaming. It was official now. He took the 
leash from Amy and attached it to the collar of the clearly excited Linda. A 
small tug brought her to her knees, her face before his trousers. Eagerly she 
awaited his command, but none came. Ronald looked invitingly at Amy.

‘Dear Amy, would you accept to be my guest for the next two weeks? I finished 
a rather large project last week, and I can use some company.’

It was difficult to say who was the most surprised: Linda or Amy. Both looked 
startled at Ronald. Amy controlled herself first.
‘But of course, my dear Ronald. I am sure that we will find ways to make you 
feel more relaxed.’
‘Thank you, my dear, but can you do me a favor first? I just got this slave 
here, could you bring her over to the cloakroom? You can attach her there, 
the guardian surely has some manacles. I would like to stay here, because if 
Deborah get auctioned I want to participate.’ And to the kneeling Linda he 
added: ‘Slave, my friend Amy here replaces me. Consider her as your mistress. 
Every sign of disobedience will severely be punished. And remain on all fours 
unless allowed to stand up.’
Amy, still looking surprised, took the leash from Ronald’s hands, and started 
to walk to the cloakroom, dragging her friend, and now her slave, behind her.

Ronald grinned: having the two in his bed, without causing a quarrel between 
the two girls, a nice victory.

On the podium, Carl was still reading the bets, but suddenly paused. It was 
clear to everybody that he had Deborah’s fate in his hands.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, now about the class 1 slave Deborah here behind me.’ 
He looked over his shoulder to the blonde, standing upright, like a statue, 
breathing heavily. ‘She is from now on promoted to a class 1 slave.’
It was as if an electric shock went through the naked body of the woman 
standing on the platform. She didn’t move but everybody felt how internally 
she jumped up, as being hit by a whip. The guests started to shout in 
excitement, and the redhead tore the page from between her breasts, unfolded 
it en waved the cross marked paper high above her head. She kissed Hermann 
passionately and cried out that they now could make out when and where they 
wanted without taking into account the old bitch. And that she hoped she 
would win the bitch to roast her at a barbecue they were going to give to 
celebrate the properties her lover would inherit at the bitch’s death.

Carl placed the paper on the table and continued to read the remaining bets. 
Ronald saw Amy standing in the crowd, laughing and looking for him. He waved 
and wrestled himself to near her.
‘I can’t believe it’ she shouted, ‘I can’t believe it. Good grief, she’s dead 
meat!’
‘Depends upon the ideas of her new owner’ remarked Ronald calmly, ‘but I 
guess you’re right.’

Carl finally finished reading the normal bets, and, after showing to 
everybody that the Kitty urn was empty, asked whether everyone’s bet was 
placed and read, waited a few moments and then switched on the oven, 
destroying the contents of the Kathy-urn.

He then turned to the additional urn, which was going to decide on the fate 
of the slave, formerly known as Deborah Jason-Smith. He shaked the urn and 
placed it before Charley who, with his eyes closed, took out the first form. 
He handled it to Carl who read it out loudly.
‘Bruno wants the slave for being used to complete his study of medieval 
tortures, especially the use of water torture and quartering by horses. 
Rejected’
The second form was taken
‘Celica wants the slave to roast her alive on a barbecue to be held to 
celebrate the inheritance by her lover of a lot of properties, including a 
large barbecue. Rejected’
The redhead cried out in disappointment :
‘And she looks so yummy-yummy, really fit for a barbecue’ she complained. 
Hermann laughed, and whispered something in her ear, making her laugh again.
Carl continued
‘Marc wants the slave to be used to train his Danish dogs in capturing human 
preys. Rejected’
‘William wants the slave to be suspended by meathooks as entertainment for 
his lonely evenings. Rejected’
‘Rose wants the slave to be skinned alive and her skin being used for making 
a raincoat. Rejected’
‘Ronald wants the slave to be trained and used as hunting prey. Rejected’
‘Wilkinson wants the slave to be trained and used as a death pony. She will 
participate in races, and the first time she is not with the winning three, 
she will be butchered. Rejected’
‘Suzy wants the slave to be slowly impaled in her living room as amusement 
for her father. Rejected.’
‘Hermann wants this slave to be skinned alive and converted into an 
inflatable sex-doll. Rejected’
‘Ingeborg wants the slave to mate her with her prize bull. Rejected’
The list went on and on. While all possible fates were pronounced, all of 
them promising horrible deaths, the blonde class 1 slave stood on the podium, 
all her muscles strained as steel. Finally the last paper was taken from the 
box. Without looking at it, Charley started laughing as he took it from the 
box. Carl first looked puzzled, but after a glance at the paper he smiled 
too.
‘And the winner is…’ he started.
‘Well, if I hadn’t organized it myself… The winner is our host Charley!’ 
People started laughing and shouting. Although cheating was clearly 
impossible, everybody jokingly started shouting about it. Charley, the 
patented looser, clearly hadn’t thought himself into being a winner.
‘Ok, ok. Well, Charley is the winner. And the lucky guy is even pushing 
further his luck. He is entering the slave into a fifty pieces death group. 
You know, those groups are managed by the Organization. Only one item of such 
a group survives and receives a one million bucks reward. In this case, if 
the slave survives, the price money goes to Charley, together with the slave. 
Charley even stipulates here that, if the slave survives, she will remain 
class 1 but will be treated as class 2. If of course the slave doesn’t 
survive, well, Charley, you can’t win it all, what’.

A large applause rose up from the guests as Carl handed the key of the 
slave’s ankle chain to Charley. He walked smiling to his new possession and 
looked at it appreciatively. Suddenly he took her in his arms and they kissed 
passionately. He turned to the waiting people.
‘I think I’m going to wait a little bit before sending her to that group’ he 
yelled, and while the music started to play he kissed her again while his 
hands were wandering over her protruding breasts.

‘A very nice ending for Deborah’ Amy remarked, ‘She will presumably die, but 
she had this evening, and if she is lucky, she can get a lot of other near-
death experiences in the future. With her shape, she even has a chance to 
arrive at the end.’
‘ I don’t think so.’ Ronald replied. ‘Survivors of death groups are mostly 
the very average ones. If you have a distinctive feature, it will get you. 
She – it is too well known in our circles to survive. Charley should have 
known better. But in giving her what she wanted, he has realized a 
masterpiece: he has as a matter of fact been a perfect host. And he gets her 
for a few weeks, too. However, I think I personally prefer a sweet girl 
called Amy.’
Smiling they kissed and let themselves move on the tones of the soft music, 
engulfing the dancing floor.

Later, a lot later, they both walked to the exit. In the corridor to the 
cloakroom, a naked Linda was attached to the wall. She stood upright, her 
hands tied above her head to a hook in the ceiling, such that she had to 
stand on her toes.

‘Look’ laughed Linda, ‘our little toy is waiting for us’.

On a sign from Ronald, one of the servants detached the exhausted girl. Linda 
pushed her friend on all fours.
‘My sweet little thing, if this little standing has hurt you already, the 
coming two weeks will be quiet an experience. But don’t worry. Ronald has 
explained me you will be able to rest this night.’ and they walked out of the 
door to the parking lot, trailing the naked girl behind them.

Later that day, Amy let her hand slide over the shoulders of a sleeping 
Ronald, while she felt the round forms of her friend beneath the sheets under 
her, safely fixed in the mattress cavity. She loomed at the watch, being set 
to wake them in seven hours. She smiled. The coming two weeks would be great 
fun, really great fun.