Fair warning: This is going to be a little rougher than my usual stories and includes clear objectification and basically slave submission.

Wendy waited on the hardwood bench. It was where she was always expected to wait…to wait for him, for them.

Their small country had been through a lot in the last few years. Food, gas, electricity, everything was rationed to the point everyone had a meager living but not for Wendy.

She was fully aware of why. He had been very honest about it. She didn’t even know his name and probably never would. One day, she’d received a phone call. He had noticed her in one of the ration lines and he liked what he had seen. He had a proposition for her. She listened…and listened. Her face and her skin flushing with hot flashes at what he described. There was nothing held back from his descriptions. If she accepted his proposal then she knew exactly what would be happening to her.

To accept meant relocation to a nice house, more food, more of everything. The cost? One night a week, she became their party favor. It was how he had put it and it was fitting.

She heard the door open but couldn’t see. Wendy was not allowed to see any of the participants. She was beginning to recognize some of their voices and some she liked while others she tolerated because it was the deal. As usual, she knew this blindfold would be all she was wearing when the party was over and she was left to clean it up. She would do that after the ice bath she’d take to cool down the bruises and soreness she would feel.

“Evening, Wendy.” He told her.

“Good evening, Sir.” She responded.

“The rest will be here soon. You may disrobe now.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She began to undo the corset slowly. Was it a kindness of him to let her wait with some clothing on? Did he just like seeing her in the corset and thong? It was nice to not wait already naked for the men to come inside. It would now be her job to answer the door and greet the party-goers.

They trickled in over the next half hour.

Wendy was pinched, spanked, fondled, squeezed, and teased a little as some who remembered her would pinch her nipples and stroke her small patch of hair. To those who were kind about it, she gave them a soft purr or moan in appreciation. To those who were not, she endured it. It was her place.

After her first night as the party favor, Wendy had thought a lot about how she felt, about herself and about her reactions. She had to be honest. Wendy did enjoy multiple orgasms during the party. She also felt a wickedly wonderful sense of pride at being to popular with them.

From what she cleaned up later, she knew the men drank a lot and played cards, perhaps poker? She was too busy all night to pay much attention.

He came and locked the door. “We’re all here. Come.”

Her heart skipped a little. “Are you to be first tonight, Sir?” She asked in a hushed whisper.

“Do you wish me to be?” He returned.

She bit her lower lip but nodded. “Yes, please, Sir.”

He led her into the main room where the men were talking and joking. A few whistled at her approach but he didn’t let go over until she heard him sit in on of the leather chairs. She was pulled over his lap and he began to spank her.

His routine was to spank her to tears, fondle and caress her, then finger her until she begged to come. He’d tease her a little further until she was nearly to the breaking point before he allowed it. Sometimes, like tonight, he would pull her into his lap and let her kiss him for a while. Wendy knew she had feelings for this one and that was dangerous because she also knew he saw her as a thing, a toy, a party favor.

Her time with him was done all too soon before she felt another’s hand on her shoulder.

“Come.” The new voice told her.

She did…she always did for whomever said it to her. Her night had begun.

The party wasn’t any longer than the others but she was extra tired and extra sore tonight. It didn’t help that she had to say goodbye to them all as they left and almost all of them would smack her ass once more in parting.

“Thank you, Sir. Goodnight.” She would reply each time.

He always stayed and was the last one to leave.

“Let me see you.” He told her.

She felt his hand begin to turn her around.

He tsked. “Who bit you?”

“I don’t know, Sir. He might have been new. I didn’t recognize his voice. He did warn me though.” Wendy had to confess.

“Well, at least he did that. Did you enjoy it?” His hand rubbed the bite mark on her ass.

“Mmm…kind of, Sir.” She hesitated. “I pretended it was you, Sir.”

He was quiet. “Do you pretend all of them are me?”

“No, Sir.” She couldn’t lie. “Just the ones that…that I don’t like.”

“Hmm…are you telling me you do like being passed around?” His voice sounded very curious.

She sighed. “I’ve had to be honest with myself that I do…to an extent. There are regulars who…who do wish to please me as well as themselves and make sure that I do…after permission, of course.”

He chuckled softly. “How many orgasms did you have tonight?”

He often asked her this so she had begun to keep track for him. “34, I think, Sir.”

“Hmm.” He replied.

Wendy felt herself tense and her heart prayed for the next few words.

“I think it should be 35, don’t you?” He asked.

“Oh, I truly do, Sir.” She whispered.

He took her and pressed her against the wall as his mouth began to devour hers and his hands roamed over her. Wendy moaned at his dominance. Being fucked against the wall was quickly becoming a favorite for her.

Soon he was inside her and banged her into the wall. It hurt as her bottom rebounded against it with all the bruising and welts on it but she didn’t care! This was them…just them. She could tell when he was close to his own climax. She whimpered for him which wasn’t difficult and began to beg to cum.

He grunted his assent and she did come as he did. It was…glorious.

Holding her against the wall, he let her catch her breath and kissed her. She kissed him back as well as she could. “You’d let me do this during the parties, wouldn’t you?” He murmured.

“Of course, Sir. I’d let you…wherever you wished. I…I…you know how I feel, Sir.” She whispered.

He did. She’d told him she had feelings for him. He made no promises or even responded in kind.

“I do. Do you know why I will never do this until we are alone?” He asked.

He’d never asked that before.

“No, Sir.” She answered and waited.

“Because I’ve told all of them that truly fucking you was against the rules and reason to be banned from the parties.” He admitted.

Wendy was dumbstruck. She’d kind of wondered why no one ever had her ride their cocks. She sucked more than a few but was never penetrated by them. “Oh.” She responded. “Thank you for that.”

“Hmm…I do it more because I am greedy and don’t wish to share you.” He commented.

“As you say, Sir.” She agreed but hoped, felt that he had other reasons as well.

He began to pull away.

“Sir? Do you..have you…do you go home to a family, Sir?” She asked what she’d wanted to ask for a long time.

“No.” He answered.

“You could…you could stay here…live here…I’d take good care of you, Sir. I’d still do the parties, of course.” She offered.

“Very tempting.” He replied.

“I meant it to be, Sir. I swear I’d make you happy as a woman can, Sir.” She vowed.

“I’ll consider it. Have a breakfast ready tomorrow at 9am. Can you do that?” He asked.

She flushed with pleasure. “I can, Sir. I’m a good cook.”

“We’ll see you then, dear Wendy.” He began to go.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Sir?” She asked and turned away from him to bend over slightly.

SMACK!

She giggled at the feel of his hard handprint on her ass. “Thank you, Sir. Goodbye and have a good night.” She told him and closed the door behind him.

With a long sigh, she took off the blindfold and assess herself in the light of the hallway. Yes, definitely the ice bath first before cleaning up. She picked up her lingerie from the floor where she’d stripped at his command. Padding up the stairs, she groaned at some of her sore spots but also smiled at the heated glow inside of her.

She was the Party Favor, yes, but she prayed to become much more to him soon.