Lucia's voice ordered rather than requested. "Bess. Put an appropriate record on for our would-be stripper. You know the one," Lucia added, sure that ...Bess recalled her first party, the one at which she'd forced the young woman to strip against her will.Boyd sat stunned, watching as Bess broke into a little giggle and hurried over to the record player. What had come over Faith to make her act this way? For that matter, what had come over him, he wondered. True, he had been secretly hoping that. It started a little past six on Friday night. Greg and Nicole arrived first. We popped a few tabs of beer and burned a joint and chatted while we waited for Gary and Denise to arrive. Greg started playing grab-ass with me the first moment he had me alone in the kitchen.I was bending over and reaching in the fridge for more beer when Greg snuck up behind me and pinched my ass. I gasped with surprise and bumped my head against the shelf when I straightened.“Ouch!” I cried out and turned around to. If our man actually arrived in time to see the 'kill' he would discover that it could take two hours to deal with the quarry, once it was cornered. The protective camouflage would first be torn off, by the hunters not by the dogs. This would reveal a naked more-or-less beautiful young woman, usually a concubine of whom the Emir had tired, but occasionally a slave bought specifically for the purpose. The 'kill' consisted of any hunter who felt so inclined making use of any orifice he fancied for. So far she'd used the whip twice and now the cane. His back and legs were heavily marked with fresh red lines and older deep purple streaks which, however visually and erotically appealing to her, were clearly not getting the message through to him. She pondered the problem while sliding the tip of the cane up and down his back, tapping on some of the older bruises as she did so and illiciting quiet moans from him. Obviously more extreme measures were called for. He'd had his chance to learn.