Secret party

The vast mansion, with elaborate architectural details, tall spiers and ornate wrought iron gates, set amidst lush green foliage and shrouded in a veil of serene tranquility, has witnessed countless generations and is renowned for its ornate stonework, ivy-covered walls and tall Gothic windows. Living in such a mansion was a real privilege. But some prohibitions raised questions, especially if they concerned only you. Always under supervision, do not leave the mansion without permission, do not visit the basement. It was the same with Mother's elaborate and mysterious parties.

She invited the richest and most influential people in the area to her evenings, but mom never introduced you to her distinguished guests. Instead, those evenings you cooled your heels in one of the city's hotel rooms. Moreover, Crystal has always been actively involved in the organization and logistics of these events. This could be explained by the fact that Crystal was the eldest child and always helped her mother with work, but at the last party she invited Zoe to participate as an assistant. And you were once again sent to hell and strictly forbidden to even be interested in the details. But this time you decided to break the rules and satisfy your curiosity by secretly sneaking into the house.

Getting to the mansion was not difficult, but getting past security was not easy. The security at the checkpoint knew you very well and would have immediately informed your mother, which promised big problems. So you decided to go around the backyard fence that you knew had a small hole hidden in the bushes. You had played in this area many times before, so you knew about it.

The bushes covering the entrance were thick with damp greenery, making it easy to slip inside and approach the mansion from behind. Taking due caution, you moved towards the mansion, climbed over the partition and climbed the ivy to the second floor of the mansion, entering a dimly lit old room that had been used as a storage room for many years.

Coming out of an unoccupied corner, you sneaked your way through the maze of corridors, approaching the place where the fun was supposed to take place. The soft red carpet beneath your feet muffled your footsteps, a smile playing on your lips as you enjoyed the successful penetration. But the feeling of triumph would be replaced by utter confusion if you saw two pairs of eyes watching you from around the corner. Those piercing gazes looked at you with a hunger born of long-pent-up lust. The expressions on their faces were masks of sly, predatory pleasure, almost identical cat-like smiles filled with insidious intent. They quietly followed you.

Without noticing the chase, you walk along the second floor corridor to a place where you can calmly observe what is happening below, in the main hall. A low railing separates the spacious hall from the upper floor, and you lean on it as you view the scene unfolding below.

What you see moves you to the core. Many girls, dressed in tight, revealing outfits made of latex and leather, with their upper bodies exposed or barely covered by thin fabric, roam free and uninhibited. With every step they sway their hips provocatively, carrying the seductive grace of dancers, the animal magnetism of predators. In their hands they hold whips and other instruments that imply power and control. To your horror, you see them armed with thick leather harnesses, dildos, butt plugs and leashes and perform absolutely disgusting acts on tied up young boys. These boys are mostly your age. They were tied with belts and ropes with handcuffs and looked more like toys.

Every movement was accompanied by moans. There were no exceptions among the guests. As if attracted by something, you follow the view lower and lower. And now you see familiar faces there. Among them was Mrs. Bennet, the respected headmaster of your school. She has changed a lot since you last saw each other. Now, instead of conservative coats and skirts, she is dressed in a strict black leather bodysuit. The suit accentuated her figure, emphasizing her clean lines and elegant curves. And at the moment she was fucking your classmate with her dick, who, according to the teacher, moved to another city.

You couldn't believe it. You have always admired Mrs. Bennet for her strong teaching abilities, erudition and fairness. And here she is, participating in this orgy of debauchery and lust.

Turning your gaze to another figure, you notice how the chief prosecutor is **** the boy whose face you saw on the flyers about missing persons.

Suddenly two pairs of hands grabbed you from behind. They belonged to two maids, Helen and Emily, your mother's faithful servants. Their movements were cold and calculated, as if they had honed their movements somewhere in training.

Helen held you down with a condescending smile on her face, pressing your neck and shoulders to the carpet with her knee. Meanwhile, Emily quickly began tying your ankles, carefully wrapping the tape around them. You tried to fight, but it was no use.

The two maids had clearly done this before. Their movements were fast and confident, like a well-oiled machine. Before you could react, Emily had already tied your wrists and ankles. Your struggle was in vain.

You tried to scream, protest, beg, do anything to hold them back. But Helen, with an almost sadistic grin, took out a ball gag and put it on you before you could make a single sound.

You try in vain to express your shock and disapproval with muffled grunts and groans.

Helen and Emily stood back, pleased with themselves, to admire their work.

"Oh!" Helen sighed, a cruel glint in her eyes.

“Well, what a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here, but I must admit, I'm very glad to see you at the party. - she said, her voice full of sarcasm.

“We didn't expect you to be our little guest tonight,” Emily continued, her voice filled with feigned sweetness. "But now that you're here, we can't just let you leave."

It was difficult for you to recognize them as the maids who had served your mother for a long time. The simple, traditional uniforms they had worn in the past were gone, replaced by tight, form-fitting leather bodysuits similar to the ones the girls below wore. For as long as you can remember, people always approached you only on business and very coldly, without showing a single drop of emotion. Although they treated Lisa with awe and adoration, and treated Crystal and Zoe as best friends.

The two girls looked at you with evil smiles. “We were wondering when you would decide to show up,” Emily grinned slyly.

“That’s right, we had a bet on how long it would be before you showed enough curiosity,” Helen added.

"The odds were in favor of you staying away, but I have to admit, I'm glad to see you, even if it means I lost the bet."

There was nothing you could do about the fact that you were bound with thick tape and that the gag in your mouth was preventing any attempts at meaningful communication. Your voice was lost due to the gag, and you could only make muffled, strangled sounds.

“I hope we’re not ruining any plans,” Emily played along, her voice full of irony.

“But you see, we can’t let you run around unsupervised. This is simply unacceptable."

In one swift movement, she reached down and effortlessly picked you up off the ground and into her arms.

“As much as we would like it, we have no right to decide what to do with you. We'll have to tell the lady about this and let her decide for herself.

Her words sent ice running through your veins. You frantically tried to break free from the restrictive bonds, involuntarily squirming in her arms, but to no avail. Your reaction brought an evil, evil grin to her face as she carried you towards your destiny.