Toni's stomach was churning as she stepped out into the hall­way. She couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was on her way to a grand party, which she knew would be full of beautifully dressed people from the upper echelons of local society, yet she wore only stockings, her breasts and sex on view to all. Worse, she was shaved, as if she intended to be seen like this, with that awful mark pointing to her most pri­vate place. She watched as Bastik, resplendent in full dinner suit, locked the door, then turned to her.

`There are special instructions for you, bitch' he said suddenly.

`Sir?'

'Usually, when you entertain the Count's guests you do so with deference, am I right?'

`It is how a girl like me must behave Sir.'

Whilst in my care you are not to show me the deference of a slave, you are to act as my partner.'

`Your partner, Sir?'

`You will drink and talk as a normal member of the guest list. You will call me Masad, which is my first name, and I will call you Antonia. It will be so much more amusing if people think that you are attending like that voluntarily, don't you think?'

'But I...' She hung her head. 'Yes Sir.'

`I beg your pardon, Antonia?'

`Yes Masad.'

His suggestion had confused her at first, but now she saw the ingenuity of his mental torture. Had she attended as his slave, she could at least have argued that she had no choice but to be nude. However, as his partner, they would assume she was naked by her own choice, and that she wanted to display her bare sex, even to the point of drawing attention to it with what was apparently a tattoo. The beautiful jewels were the final touch. Jewels were a sign of vanity in a woman, and their expensiveness proved her equality with Bastik. All who saw her at the party would assume she wanted to be; seen like this, driven by some perverse exhibitionism or simply a desire to be fucked.

` Let me take a look at you,' said Bastik suddenly.

At once she placed her hands behind her heads and spread her legs.

`No,' he said. `From now on you just stand with your arms by your side. Keep your legs apart at all times, though, understand?'

`Yes Sir - I mean Masad.'

`I can't see your clitoris. Make it more visible.'

`I beg your pardon?'

`You heard me. Let me see your clitoris.'

Toni bit her lip. Then, her face glowing, she lowered her hands to her crotch, using the fingers of her left hand to pull her sex lips apart and teasing her hard little bud out with the other, until it was visible protruding between them. It was very wet.

`Lick your fingers clean.'

Toni did as she was told.

`That is better. Make sure you do that every time you stand.'

`Every time?'

`Yes. See to it that your clitoris is always visible. And always lick your fingers after you have done that'

`Yes Masad.'

`Now, during the party you are to refuse your favours to nobody. Whatever they ask of you, you will do. And you will do it willingly and with enthusiasm, is that clear?'

`Yes Masad.' Toni could barely suppress a cry of consternation at his order. Tonight she would have to play the slut in every way, whether she liked it or not.

Yet, even as she contemplated the idea, a tremor of perverse excitement shook her. There would be men at the party who would have been anxious to fuck her had she attended clothed. Like this there was no doubt she would be propositioned. And she was forbidden to refuse.

`Good,' he said `Two other instructions, first you are to concur with whatever I tell them about you, both in words and acts. Second, on no account are you to express a wish to clothe yourself, even when I suggest it. You will insist on remaining naked like a common slut'

`Yes Masad.'

There was no doubt about it now, he wanted the guests to believe that her state of undress was her choice and hers alone.

`Come along now,' he said. Walk beside me as we go down. Remember, you are my partner.'

He took her arm and led her toward the stairs. Below she could hear sounds of talking and laughter. The party was already under way, and she could see women in long designer gowns, their husbands in evening dress or military uniforms. She glanced down at her bare breasts and felt the heat in her face increase as people's eyes began to turn in her direction.

The walk down seemed to take forever. With every step she took, more and more people ceased their conversations and turned to stare at the naked beauty descending the stairs. Toni could hear the tut-tutting of the women and the sniggers of the men as she approached the foot of the staircase, and she stared straight ahead of herself, trying not to contemplate how she must look amongst these finely dressed people.

They reached the bottom of the stairs, where the Count stood wearing the uniform of an army general. He cast his eyes over the naked youngster without a flicker of emotion, then turned to Bastik and greeted him warmly. He led them across to where a group was standing and made introductions, introducing Toni simply as Antonia.

`You must excuse Antonia's extraordinary decision to attend the party naked,' said Bastik. `She is a woman of perverse sensibilities, with no shame at all. Isn't that so my dear?'

`I just didn't want to wear any clothes,' she said quietly

`Extraordinary, isn't she? I requested that she at least wear some underwear, but she refused. Go on, my dear, won't you go upstairs and put something on? You're embarrassing me in front of these people.'

`I prefer to be naked,' said Toni. 'I want all to see me.'

`You see what I mean?' he said. `I think it excites her to be without clothes. That is probably why she shaves her crotch and has that tattoo. Later, I have no doubt, she will give herself to as many men as desire her.'