I try to run

I wanted to get out of that room! Had to get out of that room! From there I wasn't sure what I would do. I ran right between them and opened the door. I knew the front door was locked, but I had **** except to go back that way. The hall I was in was a dead end. I raced through the door and flung it open. Maybe one of the other doors led to the back way out of this Gothic nightmare. I could only hope so. I opened the next closest door and ran through it. There were three more doors to my left as I ran down the hall, but I ignored them, opting for the opening at the end of the hall. I didn't stop to look back, or I would have noticed no one was following me. I made my way through the archway at the end of the hall, surprised to find that it opened up into a large dining hall. I had to stop and catch my breath, so I crawled under one of the big tables. I sat there quietly, pensively listening. I couldn't hear a thing. I was expecting someone to follow after me but there was nothing. No sound of running shoes or voices.

Once I caught my breath I carefully peeked out from under the tablecloth. There was still no sign of anyone. I crawled out from under the table then slowly made my way through the dining area. There were two doors I had to choose from. I was certain one had to lead to the mansion's kitchen. I had no idea where the other door might lead. If I chose the wrong door, it would probably lead to my doom. I opened the door to my right and found it opened to a large bathroom. It was at that point I heard voices, so I ducked inside and quietly closed the door. I frantically looked around and found a linen closet. I opened the door and climbed inside, closing the door as quietly as possible.

My heart began to race as the muffled footfalls and voices seemed to grow closer. All I could hope was they would somehow pass me by. Then I heard the bathroom door open. "You dumb bitch! You don't think I know where you are? There are security cameras all through the house. We know you're in here. make it easy on yourself and come out of that closet!"

I sighed deeply. I knew the jig was up. I slowly opened the door and stepped out. "Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want!"

August looked at me and smiled. Rebecca licked her lips. "I'm not going to hurt you. What makes you think I would do that?" asked August.

"Because I ran away?" I offered.

"There was never anywhere for you to run," August soothed. "Let me tell you about the papers you signed. They're all part of a slavery contract. I own you now. If you continue to be a bad ****, I'm afraid I will have to punish you."

My heart sank upon hearing this. Slavery here was legal. You could sign a contract with anyone and become their ****. I knew I was fucked. But why? I summoned my courage, "Why would you do this to me?"

"From here on, you will address me as Ladt August. Do not call me Auggie or Augustina. I hate those names, and you will be punished for using them." She looked over at Rebecca. "You may as well tell her."

"You fucking bitch! You took my David away from me! I was supposed to marry him! I was supposed to have his baby! Instead you did! You act like little Miss Perfect. I wanted my ****, and now I have it. You and your baby will be out of his life, and he'll be in mine."

I was shocked! I stood there with my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. "But we're friends! You could have come to me and talked to me about it! We could have worked things out! I really do like you as a friend Rebecca! I don't deserve this! Neither does my daughter. You can have David. It doesn't have to be like this! Please Rebecca! We can start all over!"

"It is too late. Lady August is your owner unless she decides to sell you. But after that kiss we shared, I'm determined to make you love me, and make you forget about David. I also have a problem. I can't get pregnant. Maybe once David and I are together again, I'll let you fuck him and get pregnant again. The baby will belong to the tree of us. It won't be just yours. If Lady August gives me permission."

"Absolutely you'll have permission, my dear. I'm thinking of breeding her myself, once I get a good look at her. Speaking of which. get those clothes off!"

I lowered my head in defeat, "Yes, Lady August." I had worn my Armani power suit and there was no way I would just let them rip it to shreds by stripping me. I unbuttoned my jacket and took it off. I was about to drop it on the floor.

"No, no, no!" said Rebecca wagging her finger. "That's an Armani power suit. We're about the same size. I can make use of it. Oh, and the jewelry too. Slaves aren't allowed to wear jewelry unless their Master or Mistress buys it for them."

I pulled off my earrings, wedding ring, engagement ring, and the diamond pendant necklace my father had given me for Christmas. All of those went to Lady August. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. I took it off and handed it to Rebecca. My shame started to turn to excitement as Rebecca commented on my pink lace bra.

"Nice taste in underwear," she said. "What size are your tits?"

"Thirty-six D right now. I'm still lactating. After I'm done breastfeeding Alessandra they'll go back to being around a thirty-six C."

"Gimme!" she said making gestures with her hand.

I unclipped the front of my bra and slid it off over my shoulders, watching as the nursing pads hit the floor. I handed it to her and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall in a heap around my feet. I stepped out of it and picked it up, handing it to her. I was now down to my pink lace panties and heels. I started to unstrap my heels but Lady August stopped me.

"Panties off, heels on. You look sexy in those heels."

"Of course Lady August," I responded. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and shimmied out of them. Lady August motioned for them, so I gave them to her. I was now completely naked except for my heels. I watched as she held my panties up to her nose and sniffed my scent deeply. "MMMMMMM!" she exclaimed as she inhaled. She handed my panties to Rebecca who inhaled my scent. Both of them seemed to be in ecstasy. Then the unexpected happened. My breasts started leaking.