Enslaved
Chapter 1
It was a warm September afternoon. Here I was, a mid-thirties, suburban
housewife walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to
Gloria's house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down
to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt
was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing. Having looked at
myself in the mirror before leaving home, I noticed that the bustline of the
dress certainly accentuated my 36C breasts and the skirt flaired enough to
emphasize my narrow waist and lush hips.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for her husband
Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress him.
Part of his new responsibilities included entertaining customers. She was
originally going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks but she
suggested that maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the
$65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the party sounded
like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided against
it, she then asked us both to wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called
me earlier in the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over
to her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it was but
she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I
didn't want to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and
wouldn't be the only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what
many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit
the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white
blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have looked
all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I
shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to snow. We
stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a moment, until she
noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening.
Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening up, setting up
the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the
same outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She
seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to
admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was a
19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's
kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that night, so
they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the reason for my
friendship with Gloria; Chris was my 15 year old daughter Karen's best friend.
And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I thought he might be
too "mature" for her, but what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests had just
started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties, they were quite
well dressed. There were about 25 people in all, including Paula and I. I was
introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in
me although a little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly, maybe even
condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of
them. I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At
one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone. Something
caught my attention and I froze, listening to the conversation..."36 years old,
married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going
on. This bitch has never even thought about anyone other than her husband." At
that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria was silent.
I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me?? About this time she looked
up and noticed me standing there. She looked startled but recovered well, "what
are you doing? Dammit Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"... I turned
and went back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I really
didn't think it was important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she
really had been talking about me.
I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace in the center.
They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a family room and a more
formal living room. I went to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining
room and started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around
a tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There
was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group
to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant
silences etc. This happened several times and I was wondering what was going on.
Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around a tray I saw her
laughing with the main group. One of the men put his arm around in a manner that
suggested they had not just met. Several of them including Paula looked over in
my direction as if appraising me, then Paula returned and offered to relieve me
for a while. This went on until about 9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to meet". He
introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother. Both men seemed
seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me
for details. This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation I
had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to loosen
up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the living
room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I
wondered, "what in the world"... I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never drink),
and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm
firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches had been
rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the center a long low
coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing around the
table. Phil guided me to the front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria
stood in front of the table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan has been
interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it but tonight she
is going to help collect money for the cause". There was a general outbreak of
laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and
started to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up
here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine who had just convinced
me to join the church's Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on the
coffee table, I resisted but not toohard, not knowing what was coming. I was
turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around
Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had to face the group.
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad we're just
going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted with laughter. I was numb,
too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to the table "what do I hear for her
scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At
that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from
around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The scarf was
forced down my throat and with my arms held I couldn't get it out. People
started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to happen. "Next
up, her blouse", There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close to the
table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a mistake. Phil and
Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle. In addition they
rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up under my skirt, much to the
amusement of the other guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no
escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the bidding and took
it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his face was level with mine.
He reached out and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I
tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they
straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with just my bra on.
I went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me like this was
Tom... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula
fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it
to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off
my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula
to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band could be examined, "she won't be
needing that tonight". It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in shock,
I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again
Gloria stepped up. She reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I
hear for this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?"... The other guests all laughed at
her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted
on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria didn't make any
move to remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever
correctly guesses what size this item of clothing is shall have the privilege of
removing it, however an incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and
looked at the tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was
turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of
guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife
Marie said "36D", and Gloria smiled..."we have a winner". Marie "graciously
allowed" Steve to remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled
me to the delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by
then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands. I had noticed
earlier that several people had brought camera's with them, now it appeared that
everyone had. I was turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair
practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras. Paula
reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist,
flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt,
it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.
