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Writer: Regis
Subject: ENGLISH WAITRESS 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: I believed my junior high school counsellor, Ms Marks, had sent me to an interview for a summer job as a waitress. As it turned out, she was a recruiter for permanent workers, young ladies in servitude, and the women she sent me to, owners of a fine dining restaurant, were licensed cunt-holders, people who legally owned their employees. They needed naked young waitresses, and that was to be my new role in life. I had just turned thirteen, and it turned out that was an unlucky number for me. All I got to wear was a tight collar, spike-heeled shoes, and a horsehair tail up my bum. People thought that was sexy to watch as it wagged while I walked. The ladies who owned my rights made me and the other girls work naked, and sometimes outfitted us as human horses, which in our cases were Equestricunts. I do have to admit I felt quite sexy outfitted as a naked horse, with a nude child riding me as I served the guests. I worked at garden parties and indoor events where naked little girls fought each other to entertain the guests. Some of their fights were quite exciting, and sometimes intentionally lethal. I have to admit, when there was exciting entertainment, I loved my job.
English Waitress 1
My goodness, this is a strange job interview! My junior high school counselor Ms Marks, said, “Penelope, I don’t get to set the rules, that’s not the British way,” and she told me to be a good girl and promise to do everything I was told to do, precisely as specified.
“This is a very important job,” she said, “and I don’t want it to reflect badly on our school. The ladies who hold your rights will always remember where they got you.”
I can’t believe they need me to get bare-naked! It’s chilly, and the cool air is making my nipples stand up. They gave me these black nylons to wear, and a garter belt to hold them up, but without any knickers or anything. My cunnie is uncovered! I suspect this is really a job tryout rather than just an interview.
I say that because I saw two other girls from my class in the same nothing costume, all they wore were spike heels, and they had a long hair tail sticking out of their bumhole! Like the tail was horse-hair attached to a wooden post stuck up into their little bumholes so that it wagged when they walked!
They had leather halters on their heads, too, with reins tied behind their backs, as if they were horses! They were serving rich people canopies from trays. I don’t want to be a bare-naked waitress, but Ms Marks is here, and so I have to. I can’t go against what she tells me I have to do.
The women who run this restaurant seem nice, and that’s good, because one of them winked and told me I’m so cute bare naked, I’m already hired. I’ll live in the dormitory up in the attic with the rest of the girls, and they’ll give me work assignments to do every day. They promised me I’ll live here and have the job always!
I was hoping to go to law school, and was just looking for some summer work, but it looks like what they say that I’m going to become a full-time waitress. A nude waitress, at that! With my pretty pussy on full display, shaved clean as it is now, and excited by masturbation, just the way they say their customers like it.
Oh, here comes a guy with a big wooden stick with long hair attached to it. I think the stick is going to be pushed right up my bum! I hope it doesn’t hurt. I’ve never had anything put up my bum before. I mean, once when I was in elementary school, some guys threatened to, but a bunch of girls said they’d tell, and the guys quit.
I’ve heard there’s a restaurant in this area where some really horrible stuff happens, but Ms Marks wouldn’t send us to a place like that. The story is that some girls get tortured, and it’s so bad that some even get killed, just for entertainment! Can you believe people would stand for that?
I can’t imagine people getting off on seeing a naked girl being put to death, like just for the sport of it. Hunters kill deer for sport, but not entertainers. I know things like that can happen in some foreign countries, like Germany or Brazil or something, but here in England, that kind of thing could never happen.
Something I learned in Social Studies and Contemporary History is that an unexpected outcome of allowing so many people into the country from third-world countries is that our British culture has started to shift, and my dad said things could get a lot worse, and likely will.
Although women can still vote, they have to be married to a property owner. Ladies’ ballots are counted differently; they get yellow ones, and it takes five to make one vote. Also, females have slowly been downgraded as citizens. Our men find it attractive to have women considered chattel, property to be owned, as they do in India and Saudi Arabia.
Things are continuing to shift, like it’s only been in the last twenty years that girls can be held in unpaid servitude, sort of like it used to be for slaves. I’m thinking this job might turn out to be something like that. I’ve heard that over in America, all kinds of people own slaves again, and that owning them is considered a form of wealth.
It’s not quite like slavery or anything stupid over here, because from what I’ve heard, slaves are supposed to be gender-neutral, and if you check this pretty pussy and these full tits of mine, you’ll see that I’m definitely a female, and that’s what people like to see.
I guess at this club, the guests like to see breasts displayed, and even vaginas. As it stands now, just like the Saudis, only land owners can own women, except now our teacher or parents can sell us to a fully licensed cunt-holder. That’s what they’re called.
Once we’re sold, the only way our parents can get us back is to buy us, and that rarely happens, for obvious reasons. Like, they’d have to pay more than they got for us, since we’re now so attractive naked. I guess the ladies who own this place are really cunt-owners.
I just hope that I can be a full-time waitress, and, Lord help us, that this isn’t one of those evil places where beautiful girls are killed just for the entertainment of an audience. I know that worse has happened in some clubs down the back lanes of London, where people like to see naked girls die.
I wonder what that sparkling red liquid I saw dripping from the back of that black van that was leaving from the back when I got here? They looked like they were in quite a hurry to be gone. I hope it wasn’t blood, but I think it might be. If it were, then I suspect those plastic bags they loaded might have been filled with human body parts!
I saw the gynecologist chair on the stage, so I know public genital exploration and even some late-term abortions are part of the entertainment, because I saw some really pregnant teens in the back. A couple of the very young ladies appeared ready to pop their pups in that chair!
Because those two looked ready to whelp, I’m wondering if they might even do post-partum abortions! You know, the kind where the baby is born alive, but they don’t let it stay that way. I’m talking about killing a freshly whelped little sprog as it emerges. I’ve been told for sure it happens, it’s been done in front of an audience, and I believe it often.
I know from being told they do such things in totally despicable underground shows where naughty schoolgirls complete their unwanted pregnancy! It might sound shocking, but I’ve heard that sometimes they don’t let the mothers live either; they kill them for sport!
I also hope they don’t use us waitresses to be in some of their filthy sex shows! I mean, London aristocrats will pay good money to see just about anything, and some people are willing to provide that kind of obscenity for them, maybe even the two nice ladies who operate this place.
What really makes me nervous is those cute, chubby naked teenage girls in that pen in the garden, right beside the barbecue pit. They’re so cute! There are even chairs around the pit so guests can witness whatever they barbecue being spitted, gutted and roasted over the glowing coals! I sure hope it’s pigs they do, not people!
I don’t know of any British law to keep them from impaling and then roasting some of those cuties, because by law, owners can now do what they want with their legally owned personal property. That means if one or more girls are killed, even just for entertainment or for food or something, it would just be butchering, but wouldn’t be considered murder.
If they actually barbecued a girl as meat, then I guess as a waitress I’d have to serve her to them as meat! That’s really gross! And I guess pretty interesting, too. Maybe even exciting! If they really do use girls to prepare as food here, then it has to be done properly, so that their meat is served as prime cuts, just like in a fine food restaurant.
Everything I’ve seen tells me this is a fine restaurant, and the guests expect the best in dining and service here. I suppose if they are properly roasted, spiced and served the girls as they would for regular fine dining, the guests who consumed them couldn’t be considered cannibals, could they?
I’m pretty sure the lady owners of this restaurant I’m workin’ at pretty much own me now, don’t you think? Like, they call me 1027, not Penelope. I’m just a number to them, and I guess that lots of other girls came before me, but they’re not around anymore, just me and the other two from my junior high school.
I doubt that with the new liberal laws now in effect, a girl’s chance of living very long is pretty much left to the discretion of her owner. They can do whatever they want with me, and I don’t have a say in the matter. I don’t think that bodes well for me now, does it!
From now on, I know I’m going to have to make the guests like watching my new tail wag from between my bare naked buttocks when I walk, my large bare breasts bounce with every step, and keep my naked cuntlips moist and flared so they can appreciate me as a living woman and not as potential steaks, butt-roasts or cunt fillets!
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE
Exquisite!!!! I love it!