8. At lunch

When they came out of the room her new Masters and Mistresses surprised Anne by ordering her to get dressed. Before she could head for her room, however, Frank pointed to a plastic bag in a corner.

"There are your clothes. Hurry up.!

When Anne looked through the bag she paled. There was a pair of jeans cut off so short that there were hardly any legs left on them and a loose t-shirt, cut off short as well and a pair of high heeled shoes that did not go with the jeans at all. But she put the things on without objection. Lukas, who happened to stand next to her, lifted the edge of the shirt for a couple of centimetres and exposed the underside of her heavy breasts.

"Well," he drawled. "If your udders weren't quite as fat, you'd be more fully dressed. But come along now."

They left Anne's car and squeezed into three other cars. Anne sat in the backseat of Birte's car squeezed in between Roland and Jan and the two boys spent the drive pawing Anne's body, grabbing her tits and squeezing their fingers inside her jeans. She was afraid there would be a wet patch between their legs when they arrived. She breathed a sigh of relief, when Birte stopped at a fast food joint. At least she wouldn't have to enter a real restaurant in her outfit.

"Ok, I'll have a burger with double fries," Birte announced. "And a big Coke."

"I'll have a cheeseburger and a salad with a mineral water."

The two boys also uttered their proposed meal, then Birte turned around.

"Remember everything, waitress? Here's some money. Now hop to it, we're hungry."

In the meantime the other young people had got out and taken seats at the picnic tables outside and were watching Anne impatiently. Anne tried to remember all the orders and went inside. A group of truckers was sitting at a corner table and they watched her grinning and greeted her with wolf whistles. After she had given up her order she had no choice but to wait and ignore the remarks about her ass and tits. It seemed to take forever, until the orders were fulfilled. It was way too much to carry it all outside, so she had to return 3 times, each time greeted by whistling and lewd suggestions from the truckers. When she had delivered the final package she remembered she had not ordered for herself. She was just about to go back, when Manu complained.

"Where is my tomato salad?"

"And my Coke is only a small one," Lukas added.

Sighing Anne went back and got the missing stuff. When she returned Jan had finished his tea and wanted another one. Time and again she was sent back inside and each time the truckers' remarks got more direct.

"Nice having a maid to serve you," Mario grinned. "You should do that for me, too," he added to his friend Chrissi. She gave him a nudge in the ribs for his trouble.

"Can I get something for myself now?" Anne asked submissively.

"Sure, go inside and ask for a doggy bag."

One more time Anne had to run the gauntlet of prying eyes, rude remarks and obscene gestures. When she came back out she made the rounds and the young people dropped their scraps into the bag before piling into the cars. This time it was Mario and Chrissi who kept themselves busy with her body. But at the house someone cut open the bag and Anne could lap the scraps off the floor. After she had cleaned her face, she heard Manu's voice.

"Get up, please."

Please? Nobody had been polite to her all day? Surprised she rose. Manu stood in front of her and embraced her.

"Some of us have to leave already. I hope you liked your gift, Frau Holzkamp."

Anne could only nod. The situation was really too absurd. Peter, Mario, Chrissi, jan and Roland followed Manu and when the six got into their cars Anne felt tears in her eyes. She felt Birte's hand on her shoulder and instinctively smiled at her. Birte smiled back.

"You can drive home, too. Unless you beg us to keep you here.

Anne's smile widened.

"You know the answer, Birte. May I stay please?"

How easy it had become.

"Why do you want to stay?"

"So that you and continue to abuse and degrade me. It makes me so horny I can't get enough," she admitted openly.

"Then why aren't you on your knees, where you belong, fuckpig?" Birte replied still smiling.

"Yes, Mistress Birte. That is where I belong."

She sank to her knees and kissed Birte's feet.