Ariel grinned at the sobbing Marisa. Who felt immense shame, sobbing and weak, stripped and flogged before these sadists. Ariel looked at her knowingly. “Oh yes senorita. Turns out we are right. For all your fiery exterior you were screaming and begging for mercy in record time.” She looked at Geoff. “Latinas have a habit of that don’t they.”

“Oh yes. But I do oh so love training them.” He said holding a crop in his hand and sending it into Marisa’s belly. “Aghhhieee!” Julie and Chainhill watched in amusement as Ariel and Geoff lightly cropped her belly and thighs as the salads were brought out. -

Julie smirked as she watched this, sitting down next to Chainhill and Alridge, she smiled as she saw Alridge slap Andrea’s rear, sending his slave to go off and continuing serving the guests. She had seen by now that she knew how to serve them in multiple ways. “You’ve trained her well.” She said with a smile.

Alridge smiled, smirking as he heard the whines and yelps of Marisa as the two sadists continued to crop her. “Oh yes. Poor girl, you know her story. Came home after school one day and walked in on a robbery. Wrong place and wrong time, due to simply going into her home the poor thing ended up tied up by a robber. He couldn’t help himself and enjoyed her for a moment and realized how much money he’d make selling her to us.”

“I’m sure he made off very well.” She said grinning at the story.

Alridge nodded. “Oh yeah, considering her attractiveness, age, shipping her across the atlantic, yeah he made some money. From what I hear Andrea screamed that she was an American, that they couldn’t do this to her, that she was a free woman with rights. They broke her quick, had her renouncing all of that and saying she was just a slave over and over again. Then she was sold.”

“Im sure you made the purchase quick.” Julie replied.

“Oh yes.” Alridge said taking a drink as he slowly ate his salad. “Had to show her there was an even deeper well of cruelty. Geoff and Alice broke her into pieces, I broke her into ash. Many Masters don’t want to do that? Me? I get a kick out of the fact I could leave her in front of the internet, a place she could declare herself to the world, but she won’t move an inch, because she knows her proper place.”

Julie gave him a slow clap as she listened. “Well bravo my sadistic friend.” She said looking at Marisa. Alice and Geoff had mostly stopped their cropping of her, only occasionally do it to get a reaction from her. “Proper place indeed huh?”

Chainhill looked at her. “You know the surprise that his party was made for includes all the privileges anyone of us would have.” He said with a wink.

Julie finished her salad as she waited for the entree. Looking at Chainhill she returned the wink. “Well lets not ruin any surprises.” She replied. Alice and Geoff walked by, she waved them over. “I just want you two to know you have been correct all evening.” She said with a smile.

“We know.” Geoff replied. “Especially the part about how to prevent sore throats.” He said looking over his shoulder. “A screamer you got. She’s real sensitive to pain.”

Alice looked at him. “Yes even for a young lady, but it made this evening oh so entertaining.” She looked at Julie and patted her hand. “I hope we’ll be speaking more soon.” She said before walking away.

Julie sat there as her meal was brought to her, soaking in the sight of her daughter, stripped to her strapless bra and panties. Her belly at this point as red as a lobster, her thighs not to far behind. Covered in sweat as her firm breasts rose and fell in exhaustion and pain. Her eyes that of pain and fear. She looked perfect.

Marisa meanwhile could only moan as Alice and Geoff walked away. Their cruel taunts had seem as unending as their crops, slightly harsher straight lines could be seen now among the collage of strikes that had made her belly and thighs sting so horribly. Looking up she saw her mother, looking back at her as though she looked ravishing in her state and not pathetic and in pain. Her limbs ached as well, she had done her part she just wanted down from the xframe, to try to put her dress back on, though she doubted she wanted anything, even just fabric touching her belly. But most of all she wanted out of Dracon at this point.

She wasn’t given any of that relief as she watched her mother and her apparent friends eat their meals. Her stomach couldn’t take any food right now but even still she wished she was by her mother’s side instead of helplessly tied up. So many guests walked by, their hands rubbing her skin, a couple of male guests for the briefest of moments letting their hands slide underneath her panties or up to her breasts. No matter how handsome they might be she tried to yell into her gag defiantly. Only for them to chuckle and give her belly a stinging slap.

As the meals were slowly consumed and the deserts brought out Chainhill stood up, he gave Marisa a small wink which even now made her stomach involuntarily fluttered as she saw Andrea once again be called over to Alridge, though this time just to sit in his lap.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Ladies and Gentlemen.” He said as gradually the room turned to him. “This is my party as you obviously know, but what you don’t know is this party is actually in honor of someone. A fine lady who has help our nation continue to thrive when much of the world looks down at us just because of our superior culture!”

“Bowenal!” The crowd gathered erupted into one cry.

Chainhill nodded and held up his hand. “This lady, has shown that unlike her nation’s rantings about equity and freedom, she embodies determination, ruthlessness, and collective reliability!” He looked at Marisa’s mother. “And that is why I am honored to announce tonight, that my dear friend Julie is being blessed with full Draconian citizenship!”

The crowd erupted into polite clapping as many people congratulated her. She smiled, turning to them and yelling, “Bowenal!” At them. She then turned and walked over to Marisa and started to undo her bondage with Chainhill. “Surprise.” She said with a smile as she removed her gag. “Did you hear that senorita? Full citizenship.” Chainhill and her mother helped her gingerly step down to the ground, she didn’t want to stand straight up, her midsection hurt her fiercely as she kept an arm wrapped around her waist.

“I-” She muttered, finally the gag was out of her mouth. “Mom, this is what you want?”

She chuckled as she looked at the man in front of her. “She is so high and mighty. Unfortunately, unlike me, she can’t escape those American qualities that she’s been forced to consume from birth. A shame.” She said looking at Alridge.

Chainhill chuckled. “Well the citizenship is for you and your husband.”

“Ah yes, he is appreciative at least.”

“What!” Marisa was able to finally call out. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Thomas, her stepfather, had gotten her mother’s attention because he was a ruthless businessman with blonde hair and a strong jaw. But for the last four years she had to listen to his crude remarks on everything, even her all too often. And he had been handsy before; yet Julie just told Marisa that it was ‘Tom being Tom’. Suddenly the events of that evening didn’t seem so out of place. “Tom? Your Thomas? You say he’s appreciative over me?”

Julie chuckled and patted Marisa’s cheek. “Oh my dear daughter. You are just so perfect.” She said walking around her. “And could make the perfect gift.” Marisa’s stomach started to get nervous. “Dux Vicar Chainhill, may I offer my daughter Marisa here, as a gift for you to enslave for life to add to your plantation.”

“What! No! Mother you cant!” Marisa cried out as Geoff and Alice walked up behind her and firmly grabbed the poor teen’s arms. “No, let me go! You can’t mother! You can’t I’m your daughter please! Please what are you doing you cant-aghhiee!”

Julie took a crop handed to her by Geoff and hit Marisa in the midriff with it “Silence, slave!” She said putting emphasis on the last word. “You are no longer my daughter. I disown you, and as a Draconian a right I now have is to disown any female offspring of mine into the ranks of lifelong slavery and servitude! I hereby declare that to be your fate!”

Marisa’s heart was racing. She couldnt believe this. Two hours before hand she was awkwardly getting through a dinner party. Now she had been stripped, tortured, groped, and now enslaved by her own mother! Offered as a gift to one of her torturers. Her legs were jello as she tried to pull away while almost collapsing. Alice and Geoff held her up, their hands digging uncomfortably into the young latina’s arms as she openly wailed now. “No please! Please you can’t do this I’m an American you can’t do this!”

Alice chuckled. “Heard that before.” “Many times.” Geoff muttered.

“Oh, just three or four times now.” Julie ignored this and grabbed ahold of Marisa’s face.

“You’re in Dracon, and while I disown you, you are legally my offspring. So yes, I CAN do this slave!” She turned to Chainhill. “I would apologize for my former daughter’s dramatics.” She said as Marisa openly sobbed and wailed in pure, uncut fear and despair. Anguish as she realized she was not escaping this fate even as her brain and adrenaline looked for a way out before her logic realized the same thing. A cruel cycle of panic and betrayal. “However I think we all enjoy it in reality.” She said, watching her offspring’s reaction with pure glee and delight. “I hope you enjoy her as a gift.”

Chainhill nodded, smiling. “Julie, this is an excellent first impression you make as a Draconian.” He said with a fatherly smile. Julie beamed at this. “And she would be graded as the highest property level possible for an auction of her’s.” He said looking at a almost hyperventilating Marisa. “However, while she no longer may be your daughter, she still is your offspring. You raised that wonderful piece of property, and I would never want to tear a Mother and slave-daughter apart.” He smiled at looked at the crowd. “Julie, I think we should have all fees for the paperwork to enslave miss Marisa here, waived by the government of Dracon, and congratulate you on your first slave!”

The crowd clapped at this as Julie beamed. She looked down at Marisa. “She is pathetic isn’t she.” She said looking at Alridge.

“Just having her mind broken as it realizes its proper place.” He said with a grin.

She cupped Marisa’s chin as she sobbed and gasped for air, trying to beg. “Hear that slave? Your mine now. I own this body, you have no rights, you’re not a person, not my daughter. Youre my slave, my property. And I need a piece of property to make sure I’m as sadistic as my peers.” She stepped back.

“Alridge.”

“Yes Citizen Julie?”

“Lets get some shackles to pin her wrists and elbows tightly behind her back. If you would take Andrea’s ring gag out of her mouth and put it into my slave’s. A fitting symbolic gesture wouldn’t you say?”

Alridge grinned and nodded in approval. “Oh I agree fully.” “Good, because she needs to be taught what her mouth and throat is actually good for.

"And you’ve been such a good friend tonight, I think you should have the honor of being her first teacher.” Alridge for once almost, almost looked stunned, his mouth open befored he grinned and walked over with Andrea’s ring gag in his hands. “All I ask is you make my slave swallow every last drop, even if she has to choke and turn blue before she learns, and she will learn. I’m a slave owner now, and I will not have my property not understanding the basics of how to serve her male betters with her mouth and throat.