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Sindy was the property of her Master, a wealthy New York lawyer who'd collared and contracted her as his own slave property three years ago, when she'd worked as a temporary filing clerk in his offices one summer vacation from college. Sindy had the perfect Dolcett looks, tall lithe, healthy with the right balance of meat and fat on a clean, toned and tanned skin. The fact that she was utterly submissive outside her job, and obedient to all of his own "particular requirements, made her an exceptional find.
So Sindy was pleased when he'd taken her one vacation to the Dolcett Palace. She'd trembled with uncertainty at first then fallen in love with the whole life. Being put on display as a "choice piece of ass" gave her the warm feeling of belonging that she'd never felt before.
The following year Master told her that they were going to visit the Palace again, for a very special occasion. Like any female she thought it was to celebrate their third anniversary, in a way it was. As always Mater treated her to a few choice abuses first, to "test" her obedience and brought out her Dolcett contract to make sure she fully understood its implications. Of course she'd said, I'm yours to do as You will. Good, he'd replied, with a hidden smile she couldn't quite read on his face.
On arrival in the country where the Palace as located he'd taken her to a hotel where they'd prepare for their visit. He told her it would be a weekend to remember then told her to shower and groom herself well for presentation to the other Masters.
After her shower, still nude except for her collar and the Dolcett meat tag clipped to her cunt lip, for she hadn't been told to dress, she entered the main room of the suite to find Master already waiting. He indicated that she should just wear the simple summer dress and matching high heels. You won't be needing anything else. Okay, she'd replied, happy to obey.
Once she was dressed he handed her a small envelope, it had her meat tag number "128" written on it, she felt various papers and unidentifiable items in it. You'll keep those with you at all times he'd said. Of course Master, she replied without further worry. And so he took her to the Palace.
At the palace they were welcomed by the House Dolcett Girls, the very primest meat available on three continents. As usual Sindy was handed over to the staff for processing through the kitchens. It was they who briskly took her envelope and clothes, then fastened the iron cuffs to pin her wrists behind her back.
When they finished preparing her she was lead up to the main hall where she found several other girls also waiting on the stage before a modest audience. Although different from the grand banquet she'd attended the previous year, with only about twenty masters and a handful of Girls in tow, she didn't think anything of it, until the Chief Girl began her announcements.
A lottery! There was going to be a snuff lottery, and she was one of those chosen! Her heart almost stopped, she could see some of the other girls on the stage were beginning to tremble, and yet none of them moved to protest. she looked through the darkness beyond the stage, but couldn't see Master, is this what He really wanted, to snuff her out!??
A lottery in which three girls were to be chosen from the f******n on the stage. One of the Staff Girls proceeded along the row of naked flesh, pulling off their collar tags, the identical numbers what were on their cunt tags. When all these tags were stripped, making Sindy even more nervous, actually making her feel naked and exposed like never before, they were placed in a large cup which was shaken by the Staff Girl.
The rattling cut sharply through the silence in the room, shattering the nerves of at least two of the Girls, who began sobbing, staring out into the room looking for their Masters. Sindy felt exactly the same but managed to keep a little control of herself, but nonetheless she was beginning to shake when the Chief Girl dipped her hand in for the first selection.
"81!" The number was called out, and that girl gasped, looking round in despair as a Girl took her arm and led her to the front of the stage and along, parading the new meat for the audience, leaving her to stand crying at the end.
"128!" Sindy, yelped, she'd been so intent on the misery of the first girl that she'd not noticed the second draw. Suddenly, in a daze she too was led out and paraded before an applauding audience, and parked next to "81".
"353!" A third girl was chosen, and allowed herself to be led silently to join the others.
"Congratulations cunts! You've been chosen to become our Dolcett Girls!" As the other eleven girls were led off the stage to rejoin their Masters Sindy and her two companions were brought center-stage.
Now she saw that the envelope she'd held was in the hands of the Chief Girl, who tore it and those from the other girls open. She displayed the contents to the audience. Passports, drivers licenses, credit cards, all their personal IDs were there - Sindy's life was now in the hands of the Dolcett Club, she was their property.
Sindy's life changed after her selection at the lottery. On her return home she was quickly removed from Master's home, to be replaced by a new, younger girl that Master revealed to her on the day of Sindy's departure. On that day he didn't even give her a farewell, she was no longer his concern.
Over the following weeks Sindy's workmates began to see her decline. Long nights, she seems to spend so much time alone, rumour went around the office as she withdrew from their company.
One day a colleague accidentally found a demand from one of Sindy's credit cards, she'd maxed the card out and didn't care. The rumour went around that her break up from her Master, although none knew the real relationship, was sending her downhill fast. The rumours of debt problems became the justification for most people's gossip. Friends were no longer welcome in her temporary apartment and it wasn't long that she quit her job.
Sindy spent the last few days in Miami at a small hotel on the shorefront. She had little luggage and made little impression on the community. Early one morning she went down to the beach, wearing only a white bikini she plunged into the surf.
Swimming hard she pushed herself further and further out to sea. The only thing she could see was the image of the tall yacht standing far offshore. Halfway to the yacht she was intercepted by the black clad scuba diver who halted her, pulled her bikini off and chained her wrists behind her. As she began to sink the spare breather was pushed in her mouth and she was towed deep underwater. A few minutes later she was hauled aboard the yacht. Unseen, the theory from the police later was that she'd committed suicide because of overwhelming debts.
A week later the yacht pulled into harbour near the Dolcett Palace and 128 was led ashore.
A year later 128, as naked as the day of its arrival at the Palace, was woken from its cage and taken up to meet the Mistress of the House and the Master of Dolcett. The other two lottery"winners" were present as their work was discussed. 128 merely waited its instructions.
"And this one?" Mistress asked.
"Hmm, good performance all round. An obedient and receptive cunt," Master judged. "We could use it upstairs?" Meaning no more drudgery in the lower chambers and the cages.
"What do we name it?" Mistress asked.
"Yes, it must be appropriate, and it does moan so well when stimulated." A decision. "Mona, yes," he took 128's chin and turned its face up to him. "Your name is Mona." And in that moment Mona's eyes lit up, and her body flushed with joy. Sindy had finally been snuffed from the face of the earth.