Let me say that this post is meant in jest, but given I was lacking subject material tonight (feel free to send ideas), I thought I’d roll with this, and hope Betsy doesnt kill me for doing it. In truth, the story is really good, and if you love well written, sharply done enslavement stories, with a dose of dry humor, this could well be for you. I will warn you, she does have a thing for including ‘body matters’ in her story, so if that sort of thing might put you off, consider yourself warned. The link for the whole story is http://188.8.131.52/Auction/index.html but its Chapter 3 I’m focusing on tonight.
No, the last thing I expect from Betsy is forewarning of any element relating to myself, I think we both prefer it when I only find out when I get to that point in the story. So, when I came across this point today…
The two girls, presumably trainees or there for work experience, were talking softly to each other but stopped at our entrance and checked the animals for deviations. Not one of the animals was talking or even making a sound when we entered. In fact, they never made a sound the whole time we were there.
I didnt think any more of it, other than as info for the story. But then, a few paragraphs later, I found this…
Everything calmed down for a second or two, during which time Abbey the cunt ordered Steph the cunt and Clara the cunt to set up the emergency stall. The girls ran off to obey, taking the long way round in order to stay well away from their new charge.
Dont take the cunt stuff too seriously, Gillian, the lady in the story seems to call most people by that term of endearment lol!
But yes, to many, Steph is my name (and is still my middle name), and Clara is of course my well known past life name, both of which she knows, so the chances of that being coincidence, pretty slim! Yes, I roared with laughter, in case you were wondering! We have a wonderful online relationship, which tends to involve winding each other up at times, and this was seemingly one of them. As to this
Those girls were competent and worked as a team. I remembered that. If I got out here I’d have to kill them quickly.
Well, its nice to have some warning lol, not that I can move at any speed at present, anyway!
In truth, I always find it fun when I get these unexpected moments in stories, especially from Betsy, probably because they are less than respectful, I love them more!
Right, video time, a witty response to that lovely lady, with a song nearly as old as me!