Poor Amy: Learning a Lesson

Important Note: For those of you who have read my stories before, I want to warn you that the Poor Amy series is a different type of story than I have written in the past. No romance, very little caring, and often, very non-consensual. See my blog (http://mwtb-blog.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-amy-series.html) for more details.

Poor Amy Jameson was lying face down on the table, arms and legs bound to the table legs. Her body was covered in cum, her pussy and asshole were enflamed and sore, her back, ass and thighs were covered in welts. Her breasts, her tender breasts, were dotted with the marks that the teeth of nipple clamps leave when pressed between abused breasts and the tabletop. Her mind was buzzing, in that place that was neither here nor there — just floating in a space that only the abuse that she had endured could put her in. And in that state, she thought back to how she had ended up in this predicament.

Amy had met him on New Year's Eve. She was at a Hogmanay party with two of her fellow nurses from the hospital, when she saw him and his mates walk in. She liked the looks of him, and she was feeling particularly slutty that night. "You two can fight over the two end blokes, but the middle one is mine," she informed her friends, pointing to her prospective conquest.

She didn't make a move right away, but she made sure that he saw her looking at him. That, combined with the way she looked - her long blonde hair, breasts bulging out of a black v-neck shirt, a skirt short enough that if she bent over, everyone would know that she wasn't wearing knickers, and a body that filled her slutty clothes most excellently - made sure that he was soon standing next to her, offering her a drink.

Amy found out that his name was Jamie, and close up he looked just as scrumptious as he did from afar. A few more drinks and Amy convinced Jamie to say goodbye to his friends as she dragged him back to her flat. Just inside the door he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. Her pussy juiced as she realized that he was not going to be gentle with her. Jamie lifted Amy up, pushing her skirt to her waist and grabbing one cheek in each hand. His fingertips met in the crack of her ass, pressing against her asshole, sending chills through her body.

Jamie pressed her against the wall and pulled his right hand off her ass and under her shirt, roughly pushing her bra out of the way and scraping her nipple in the process. Then he abruptly pulled back, dropping her to her feet. He pushed down on her shoulders, making it quite clear what he wanted next from Amy. Luckily, Amy was quite pleased to accommodate him; she loved the feel of a hot cock in her mouth, almost as much as she liked the feeling of hot spunk trickling down her throat.

When Amy pulled Jamie's pants off, she wasn't quite as sure that she could be so accommodating. Jamie's cock was amongst the largest she had seen, and she just knew that he was going to stretch her all over. Amy lovingly kissed the head of Jamie's cock, licking up the bit of the pre-cum that was leaking out. She looked up at him with sexy eyes as she slowly trailed her tongue from his balls to the tip, and then slipped the head into her mouth. She started moving her head up and down, causing Jamie to moan in pleasure. Jamie grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock in deeply, deeper than Amy could comfortably take, but James didn't appear to be too concerned with making Amy comfortable; at that point his only care was what would make his cock feel good.

Apparently, what made Jamie's cock feel good was Amy's mouth and throat, and he was soon sending a large load of cum down her willing throat. Jamie ran his fingers through Amy's blonde locks and said, "You're quite talented, little girl."

Amy pulled his cock out of her mouth and with a final lick said, "Thanks. I like to keep in practice."

Jamie pulled her to her feet, and then pushed her back against the wall, kissing her hard. He started pulling off the few clothes that Amy still wore, and then stripped himself off. Amy giggled as he lifted her over his shoulder and wandered her flat in search of her bedroom. The giggle became a laugh when he tossed her onto the bed, which quickly turned into a moan when his tongue plunged into her bare snatch.

Amy was thrilled — she'd been with too many guys to whom oral sex was strictly a one way street; blow jobs were just fine, but they wouldn't put their face near a pussy. Jamie clearly had no problem with this activity, and in fact was quite practiced. In no time at all, he had Amy screaming her orgasm out loud, and he didn't stop until she came again.

Jamie crawled up her body, nipping at Amy's tits on the way. They were still quite firm and perky, and she had the loveliest pink nipples.

"Harder," Amy whispered as he nipped her left tit.

"Oh, you like it rough?" Jamie asked, looking up at her from her breast.

"Uh, huh," Amy breathed.

Jamie bit down hard, dragging a shriek from Amy, then scooted up and planted his wet mouth on hers. Amy licked her own juices from Jamie's mouth and face, frantic to be closer to him. She felt his cock nudging her dripping pussy and she asked in surprise, "Ready for more already?"

"You tell me," he said, pushing his cock in.

Amy groaned as the large cock stretched her out. Jamie started moving in and out, and Amy was pleased to discover that his tongue was not the only thing that Jamie was good at using. He moved in ways that scratched all of her itches inside, and she went crazy.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me so good!" she moaned, pressing her breast to his mouth so that he could bite her nipple again. Amy was about to cum when Jamie pulled out.

"No!" she cried, but he ignored her and flipped her over, grabbing her hips and slotting himself back into her dripping gash.

"Yes!" she cried.

"You ... like ... that?" Jamie puffed.

"Harder!" Amy shrieked.

Jamie slapped her ass hard, and Amy came again. While she was cumming, Jamie grabbed her hips and slammed himself deep. "Yes!" he grunted as he unloaded into Amy.

Jamie collapsed onto Amy's back, rolling her to the side as he slipped out.

"That was fucking fantastic!" Amy declared.

"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself," Jamie said with a smile.

Amy pulled herself out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom to clean up. She looked in the mirror and saw the teeth marks forming around her nipple. Just seeing the bruises forming sent tingles through her body again.

When Amy was done, she went back to her room and lay down next to Jamie. Jamie looked like he was starting to nod off, not surprising given the workout that they had just been through.

"You're done?" Amy asked plaintively.

"For now!" Jamie sighed.

"But I still have one more hole," Amy said teasingly.

All of a sudden, Jamie didn't look so tired.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, you fucked my mouth and my cunt, but not my arse," she said.

"You do that?" he asked in amazement.

"Why, you don't like it?" Amy asked.

"I do!" Jamie said sharply. "I just haven't had the chance in a long time."

"Well, you have the chance now," Amy said, sliding down his body. "Don't squander it."

Jamie clearly did not intend to, as his cock started getting hard again almost immediately after she slipped it into her mouth. Amy worked it over thoroughly, revelling in the taste of their mixed cum. In no time, Jamie was ready for business. Amy reached into the nightstand next to her bed and pulled out a tube of lube. "Use lots," she said, getting on her hands and knees and wiggling her ass at eager partner.

Jamie knelt behind her and she felt his finger slip into her bum, the cold lube making her shiver. Jamie rushed through the preparation, clearly wanting to get to the main event.

"Oh, yesssss!" Jamie moaned as he pushed his cock into Amy. For her part, Jamie's was probably the largest cock she'd had in her ass, and it stretched her painfully.

"Oooo, it hurts," she hissed.

"Do you want me to stop? Jamie asked, clearly reluctant to do that.

"No, I like the way it hurts," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"

And Jamie did. This was clearly a treat for him, and he was enjoying it. Having just cum, he took quite a while. He reached forward and pulled her up by her hair, wrapping one arm around and mauling her breast, while his other hand dipped to her clit.

"Again!" Amy cried as she came again.

Jamie pulled out and pushed Amy down on the bed. He manhandled her onto her side and spooned up behind her, pushing his cock back into her ass. He slowly fucked her, making Amy moan. He didn't rush, and a wonderfully pleasurable feeling coursed through Amy, convincing her that this one was a keeper. Amy reached behind her and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer. Jamie grabbed her nipples roughly as he started cumming into Amy's tight ass.

This time, he did fall asleep after he came, though that was perfectly OK with Amy. She was content, sated. He had ridden her hard, and she had loved it. She fell asleep, dreaming about the next time.

When Amy woke up in the morning, Jamie was still lying next to her, his well toned chest moving up and down with his breathing. She gently kissed his nipple, started moving down towards his cock, then she remembered the last place that it had been. She reversed course and snuggled her face into the crook of Jamie's next.

"Mmmmm," he moaned in pleasure, coming awake. He looked down at her, and then saw the clock on the bedside table. "Shit!" he swore. "I've got to go."

"Don't you want a quick shower?" she asked. "You did get kind of messy last night. Anyway, where do you need to rush off to so fast?"

Jamie had the grace to look a little embarrassed when he said, "My girlfriend's place."

Amy burst out laughing, in humour as well as irony. It had to figure that someone with moves and looks like Jamie had to be taken. Yet...

"She must not be that great a girlfriend if you have to look for it elsewhere," she said cattily.

"Well, she's OK, but she won't let me near her ass," he acknowledged.

Amy rolled over onto her stomach, waving the aforementioned piece of her anatomy at Jamie. "Well, you know I have no problem with that!"

"Mind if I borrow a towel?" Jamie asked, heading into the bathroom and starting the shower. "I'll just take a quick shower and then I'll head out."

He got in, but Amy followed shortly thereafter. "I made you dirty, it's only fair that I clean you," she said sexily.

Jamie didn't complain much when Amy gently washed his cock, nor did he utter as much as a 'No' when Amy took his cock into her mouth to check for cleanliness. And when Amy bent over, showing him what his prudish girlfriend never would, he made use of her ass one more time. He left Poor Amy lying on the floor of her tub, her ass leaking his cum as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

As he headed towards the door, Amy gathered up enough energy to yell, "Hey, my mobile's by the door. Call yours so that you've got my number if you ever need another piece of ass." She smiled evilly when she heard Jamie doing just that. She knew that her ass, as well as all the other things that she would do for him, would soon steal him from his girlfriend.

Jamie texted Amy two days later, and that Friday night he was knocking on her door. "What about your fat assed girlfriend?" Amy asked.

"She's a bartender at a pub on Friday nights, so I have some free time now," he explained.

"And you came to see your favourite ass slut?" Amy asked teasingly. "How sweet."

Jamie shut her up by the simple expedient of shoving his tongue down her throat. Soon Amy was screaming as Jamie's rock hard cock slammed deep into her ass. Jamie took no mercy, fucking her hard and fast, and Amy loved it. She tried moving under him, but he wasn't having any of that. This was his fuck, and he was going to use her as he saw fit, without regard to what she enjoyed. Luckily for Amy, what she enjoyed was a strong powerful man, using her as he saw fit. When Jamie left late that night, Amy could no longer move, her ass and pussy dripping from his cum, her body sore and happy.

Over the next month, the scene was repeated as often as Jamie could get away with it. Every time, he took her hard, and every time she happily took what he dished out. The only disappointment to Amy was the fact that she had so little time with Jamie. She wanted more, but she had to take the dribblings that he would give her when he wasn't with that prudish slag of a girlfriend. So Amy hatched a plan.

The time that Amy and Jamie had together were not completely spent with his cock in her. They did have some time to talk, and she learned that this was not the first time that he had strayed from his girlfriend. Jamie opened up to her enough that she was able to determine both who his girlfriend was, as well as the identity of one of the girls at his work that he screwed around with.

Amy plan was to go online, posing as a girl working in the same company as Jamie. She would befriend the fat assed girlfriend, gain her trust, and then let his girlfriend know that her boyfriend was cheating on her with his co-worker.

A few of the friends that she confided in told her that her scheming would not end well, but Amy knew better. She knew her body, and how well she could use it, and she knew that if she did it right, Jamie would be hers. Alas, Poor Amy's pussy betrayed her, as it so often did.

Amy loved what Jamie did to her pussy and ass, and she wanted it more. So instead of pretending to be someone else, waiting for his girlfriend to trust her, getting her to think that Jamie was sleeping with someone else, Amy told Jamie's girlfriend straight out that Jamie was sleeping with her. She didn't think about the fact that the girl had known about other indiscretions in Jamie's past, yet still stayed with him. She figured that once the girlfriend knew that Jamie was such a slut, she would drop him in a second, and Amy — and her eager ass — would be there to pick up the pieces, as it were.

Poor misguided Amy.

When Amy arrived home the next night, she was pleased to see Jamie there, and her pussy started to twitch in anticipation. Then she saw Jamie's face, and she started to get a little worried; he looked absolutely livid.

Jamie waited until she was standing right next to him before he opened up. "You daft bitch!" he said. He wasn't screaming, which scared Amy even more. He looked ... determined.

"What the bloody hell did you think you were going to accomplish?" he demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently.

"Bullocks!" he growled. "Did you think that she would just hear about us, kick me out, and then you'd have me for yourself?"

"Well..." she hemmed, but before she could finish her justification, he interrupted her.

"Forget it!" he exclaimed. "I'm not interested in your lies and justifications! You're coming with me!"

Jamie grabbed Amy by the hair and pulled her over to his car, opening the back door and tossing her facedown onto the seat. "Stay there, you conniving bitch," Jamie demanded.

Amy started to get up anyway, but stopped when Jamie said, "If you move one more inch, I will strip you naked and tie you to the hood of my car and get you there that way!"

Amy froze, believing that in Jamie's current state of mind, he might actually be capable of that.

Jamie got into the front seat and started the engine and drove off without another word. It was not too long a trip, maybe fifteen minutes at most, but to Amy it seemed like hours. Finally, Jamie pulled off the road and got out of the car. He opened her door and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out. Amy scrambled behind him as he walked up the path to a door. Without knocking, he opened the door and pulled her in.

"Jessica!" he yelled. Amy was terrified, as she realized that Jamie had brought her to his girlfriend's house. What was going to happen to her?

Amy, her head crooked sideways because of the grip that Jamie still had on her hair, saw the girl walk into the room. Jessica stopped when she saw the two of them, a confused look on her face. Jamie pushed her by her hair, flinging her so that she fell to her knees in front of Jessica. She looked up at the girl, her eyes fearful.

"What's this then?" Jessica asked.

"This is the skank that's been badmouthing you online," Jamie told her.

"Oh, reeeeeeally?" Jessica asked, moving around to see her from all sides. Amy didn't know what to do.

Jessica looked over at Jamie and asked, "Have you been nailing this dirty slut?"

"Well, she's easy, and she takes it up the ass like a pro," Jamie explained, somewhat abashed.

Jessica knelt down in front of Amy and asked, "Is that true, you twat?"

When Amy didn't immediately answer, Jessica grabbed her head and pulled Amy's face right in front of her own. "I asked you a question, you cunt. Now answer!"

"Is what true?" Amy asked, her voice quavering.

"Are you an easy lay, who takes it up the ass like a pro?" Jessica repeated quietly.

Amy started to look at Jamie, but Jessica grabbed her head and pulled her back around so she could stare into her eyes. "Don't look at him; it's me that you're dealing with now! Answer ... the ... fucking ... question ... or ... I ... will ... rip ... your ... fucking ... hair ... out!" Jessica punctuated every word by pulling Amy's face closer."

Amy didn't know how to answer. If she said yes, then Jessica would know that she was shagging her boyfriend, but she sensed that no was not the right answer either. Amy just quietly nodded.

"Show me!" Jessica demanded.

"What?" Amy squeaked.

Jessica turned to her boyfriend and said, "Show me how this slut takes it up the ass. Now. Pull your cock out and shove it up her shitter."

"OK," Jamie said, shaking his head as he went to get the lube.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jessica asked

"I'm going to get the lube," he replied.

"If I wanted you to use lube, I would have told you to get some!" Jessica said quietly. "You both said that she's a pro taking it up the arse, so she can do it dry." Jessica pulled Amy forward by her hair, and reached behind Amy and pulled Jessica's skirt up, showing Jamie that the slut had, in fact, neglected to wear her knickers that day.

Jamie knelt behind the blonde girl and spread her cheeks. As his cock nudged into her tight hole, Jamie said, "Sorry to disappoint you dear, but this asshole's already been lubed."

Jessica looked into Amy's eyes with disdain. "I guess that you're always ready for some random bloke to bend you over and shove his cock up your filthy arse. What a pitiful little slut you are."

Jessica looked back at her boyfriend, who was pushing his cock in and out of Amy's bum. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Jamie replied. "I'm fucking her ass. She may have her faults, but she has a really tight ass and it feels great."

"Fine, but I'm going to bed. When you're done, send her crawling into me and I'll explain to her more in depth how things are going to be from now on."

"OK," Jamie grunted, shoving harder into Amy as his cock was squeezed by Amy's delectable arse.

As for Amy, her mind was gone. On a rational level, she didn't quite know what was going on. This morning, she was on top of the world; she knew that she was going to steal Jamie away from his stupid, prudish girlfriend. She had a better body than Jessica, and she was willing use it to please Jamie in ways that his tight-assed girlfriend never would. She was completely sure that her plan would work. Yet now, the world seemed upside down.

Granted, the feeling of Jamie's cock in her ass was driving her insane, just as it always did, but it wasn't her in charge, it wasn't even Jamie in charge. That bitch was the one that made sure her ass was fucked, and Amy could do nothing but listen.

But those thoughts were all on the rational level, and Amy was not really capable of processing rational thoughts. Instead, what was foremost in her mind was the cock ploughing into her ass. Well, that wasn't really the case either. What was foremost in her mind was the fact that Jessica had explained to her what a worthless skank she was, and every word that she said made Amy's body tingle. As her mind was rolling that thought around, she felt Jamie quicken and grunt, felt his cock expand, felt the warmth of his spunk filling her.

Jamie then pulled his cock out of her and slapped her ass. "You heard what Jess said," he told her. "Get in there."

As she started to rise, he spanked her again. "Crawl," he demanded.

She complied, crawling across the floor as she Jamie's spunk started leaking out of her. When she reached the bedroom, she saw Jessica sprawled naked across the bed, her furry pussy visible and puffy between her spread legs.

"You know where to go," she told Amy, and of course, Amy did. She crawled between the other girl's legs and dipped her tongue into the moist folds in front of her.

"Leave us alone for a bit, while I explain things to her," Jessica told her boyfriend. "And shut the door behind you."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Jamie asked, worried about leaving the two of them alone.

"Does it really look like she's going to give me any trouble?" Jessica asked with a laugh. "This girl is so whipped that she wouldn't dare do anything to me. Isn't that right, slut?"

Amy just nodded, not stopping her appointed task.

"OK," Jamie said. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."

"Don't come back unless I call you, even if you hear strange sounds." Jessica instructed.

As Jamie closed the door behind him, Jessica moaned. "My, you have a good tongue. You clearly get a lot of practice at this!"

Amy was experienced. And she was good. Those two factors, combined with the feeling of power that these activities gave Jessica, quickly brought Jessica to orgasm.

When she was done, Jessica pushed Amy onto the floor and looked down at her. Amy looked back, fearfully, her face covered in Jessica's juices.

"Now we need to get some things straight," Jessica said. "You are going to listen to me. You are going to answer my questions. And unless you are answering one of my questions, you will keep your mouth shut. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Amy said, her voice quavering.

"You think you're hot, don't you?" Jessica asked.

Amy hesitated and Jessica said, "I know the answer already, so just tell me the truth, you stupid cow!"

"Yes," Amy whispered.

"You think you can have any man you want, don't you?"

Amy nodded.

"And if that man has a girlfriend, well, you won't let that stand in your way, will you?"

Amy shook her head fearfully.

"And you thought, 'Hell, I'm better that that Jamie's girlfriend, so he'll pick me for sure, ' didn't you?"

Amy didn't say anything.

"Well?" Jessica demanded harshly.

Amy just jerked her head up and down.

In a flash, Jessica was kneeling in front of Amy, pulling her hair so that she was looking right in her eye.

"But it didn't work out that way, did it?" Jessica sneered.

Amy shook her head.

"So instead of me crying in my bed while you're shagging my boyfriend, you're on your hands and knees, Jamie's cum dripping out of your nasty arse, and completely at my mercy. Am I right?"

Amy nodded.

"Well, my stupid little slut, let me tell you how this is going to work. You tried to steal my boyfriend, so you are going to pay. You've been fucking him for a month now, keeping him busy so he did not spend his time satisfying me. So for the next month, you pathetic bitch, you are going to serve me. You are going to do whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want, and you will not make a move without my permission, do you understand?"

"But what about..." Amy began, but her voice was quickly cut off as Jessica slapped her face so hard that her head rocked back.

"Do. You. Understand?" Jessica repeated slowly, as if talking to a little child.

"Yes," Amy said. "But..." Her head snapped the other way as Jessica backhanded her.

"It is a simple yes or no answer, and the only correct answer is 'Yes'. There are no conditions or caveats or excuses. Your ass is mine, and I will do with it what I see fit. You're probably wondering about your stupid job. Well, you're going to call in sick, then take all the vacation time you're entitled to. When that runs out, if you've been an obedient little slut, I may let you go in so you can keep your job and not be out on your ass after your month is over. Although if you were, I'm sure you could sell your body, though we know you wouldn't be able to charge very much."

Jessica suddenly pushed Amy back, straddling her body as she grabbed her throat. "I'll ask you one last time, and even a dumb twat like you should know the answer by now. Do you agree that your ass is mine for the next month?"

A terrified Amy jerked her head up and down as fast as she could.

"And do you agree that the reason that your ass is mine is because you are a stupid cunt who thought she was better than everyone else, and you know that someone has to show you your true place in life?"

Amy nodded again, the fear clear in her eyes as tears trickled out of them. Jessica smiled and leaned over, licking up Poor Amy's tears. Jessica slipped off of Amy and said, "Go lie in the tub right now."

Amy did not even think; she got up and ran into the bathroom, lying on the cold porcelain. Jessica sauntered in and climbed into the tub, standing over Amy. She looked down, and Amy looked back fearfully, not knowing what was going to happen next. All of a sudden, Amy saw the stream of piss arching from Jessica, covering her body. She was shocked, but didn't — or couldn't — move, just lying there as Jessica moved around, covering her with the stinking urine. Jessica climbed out and wiped her feet on the bathmat.

"Now you just stay in there, and soak in my pee, so that you can get a good understanding of what place a filthy whore like you occupies. I'm going to tell Jamie how things are going to be for the next month.

Jessica left Amy in the tub, soaked with piss, for the next five hours. She came back in and refreshed the piss, and Jamie came in and did the same, although Amy was most embarrassed when she could no longer hold it back and she added her own piss to the puddle at the bottom of the tub. The whole bathroom smelled like a bus station in the bad part of town, and Amy looked and smelled like the filthiest bum.

Eventually, Jessica finally allowed Amy to clean up, and then had her call into work. Amy was able to get a week off for a 'family emergency'. Over the course of that week, with Amy unable to leave Jessica's flat, Jessica made sure that Amy would have no choice but to continue to obey her. She took pictures and video of Amy in many different compromising positions, with cocks going in and out of all her holes while Amy smiled for the camera and told everyone what a slut she was, and that she would take on all cummers for just five quid note each. Jessica had Amy call all her old boyfriends and tell them that she was feeling bad about the way things ended, so would they please come over and let her give them one last fuck, no holes barred, to make it up to them. Unsurprisingly, they virtually all agreed. Jessica even had a friend bring a dog into the house, and though she did not actually make Amy fuck or suck the dog, she did get video that made it look like Amy was.

When the week was over, Jessica had Amy sit down in front of the large screen TV and made her watch the compilation that she had put together. By the end, Poor Amy was sobbing and acknowledging that she would do anything that Jessica said. The following week, Jessica allowed Amy to go to work, though she was allowed no panties and was required to have a butt plug up her ass all day. Each day Jessica picked a different hospital employee and had Amy seduce them, making sure that they saw the plug in her arse. By the time the month drew to a close, it was common knowledge around the hospital that Amy was an easy slut who would take it any way that a person cared to give it to her.

In addition to the sexual chores that Jessica assigned Amy, which included giving Jamie her ass any time he felt like it, Jessica had Amy spend all her non-work time cleaning and re-cleaning her flat, always naked, always on her hands and knees. By the time the month was over, Amy was intimately familiar with every dirty nook and cranny of the flat.

And then, finally, it was Poor Amy's last weekend of servitude, and as a rousing send off, Jessica had Amy call every person that she had fucked in the past month over to her house for a good bye gang bang, which Jessica had some friends lovingly film. The men who came used her hard, in every hole, and by the end of the night she was lying face down on the table, arms and legs bound to the table legs. Her body was covered in cum, her pussy and asshole were enflamed and sore, her back, ass and thighs were covered in welts. Her breasts, her tender breasts, were dotted with the marks that the teeth of nipple clamps leave when pressed between abused breasts and the tabletop.

When everyone had left, Jessica walked in and untied the slut she had been using. She lifted Amy's head by her hair and asked, "Did you learn your lesson, you whore?"

Amy nodded.

"No more stealing other girls' blokes?"

Amy frantically shook her head.

"Well, you're free then, though if I find out you've done it again, I'll make sure that everyone gets to see exactly what a whore you are. Meanwhile, I'll keep all the video for my own personal titillation."

Jessica dropped Amy's head back onto the table and she walked out of Amy's life. Amy lay there for quite a while before she had the energy to get up. She dragged herself to the shower and scrubbed off the caked on cum and who knows what other fluids. After the shower, she collapsed onto her bed and went to sleep.

For the next few months, life was back to normal for Amy, sort of. She went to work each day and she hung out with her friends at night. They wondered where she had been for the past month, but didn't press her when she gave evasive answers. For a while, Amy was quite nervous that Jessica would release the videos despite what she had said, but when nothing happened for the first few weeks, Amy relaxed. When at the pub with friends, she did talk to some men, and she even ended up in bed with a couple, but it wasn't the same. The thrill of the chase seemed to be gone and there was definitely something missing from the sex. Oh, she came — she always did. But they were small cums, leaving her unsatisfied. She became more and more listless, until it started affecting her work performance. The head nurse called her in one day and asked, "Is everything OK with you?"

"Yes. Why?" Amy asked.

"Your performance has been dropping," she was told. "You seem to be somewhere else most of the time, and you've made some mistakes that could have been serious if one of your colleagues had not caught it. I like you Amy, and you used to be quite good. I wish it could be different, but the next time you might kill someone. I'm afraid that I have to let you go."

Amy went home in shock. She laid around for a few days, trying to figure out her life. She examined what she had been before Jamie and Jessica. She examined what she had become since then. And she looked carefully at her memories of the time that Jessica was dominating her. She spent the whole week lying around her house, and that Friday she came to a decision.

On Saturday morning, she knocked on the door. Jamie answered, looking at her in surprise. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Is Jessica home?" Amy asked timidly.

"No, she's out," Jamie told her.

"May I wait for her?" Amy asked.

"She won't be home until late tonight," Jamie said.

"I'll wait," Amy said.

He showed her into the living room, and she sat, her legs together, her hands on her knees, getting up only once to go to the bathroom. Jamie looked over at her occasionally. He sighed once or twice; he missed her sweet ass, and the way it gripped his cock. He contemplated taking her again, but decided against it.

At around eight in the evening, Jessica came in, happy about having been to see her parents. She kissed Jamie big, starting to tell him about some of the things that she had done, when she noticed Amy sitting on the couch.

"What's she doing here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Don't bite my head off!" Jamie exclaimed, holding his hands up in defence. "She showed up this morning looking for you and wanted to wait. She's been sitting there all day."

"And you didn't fuck the whore?" she asked suspiciously, ignoring the fact that Amy was sitting right there.

"While I'd like another crack at her sweet ass, no, I didn't touch her," Jamie told her, taking Jessica's face between his hands and kissing her gently. "She's not worth it."

"Damn straight!" Jessica muttered. She walked over to Amy, who remained seated on the couch, looking up at her, and asked, "What do you want?"

Amy just stared at her for a few moments, unable to speak.

"Well?" Jessica asked, impatiently.

Finally, wringing her hands, Amy whispered, "Please, Jessica, take me back."

Jessica looked surprised, and asked, "Just what do you mean?"

"Please let me live here with you like before. Please let me serve you," Amy replied.

Jessica thought for a minute, a small smile coming to her face. "The same way that you served me before?" she asked.

Amy nodded.

"It won't be," Jessica said. "If you come back, I won't treat you nearly as well. Are you sure that's what you want?"

Amy nodded.

"Why?"

"I'm a right fuck-up," Amy said. "I'm a whore and a slut who can't keep control of her own life and ruins other peoples as well. I can't even do my job any more, and I got fired. I have no where to go but to the street, but I don't care. All I want to do is be back here with you."

Jessica stood there, just looking down at the scared girl in front of her, the smile on her face getting bigger and bigger. Then, with no warning, she pulled her arm back and slapped Amy's face so hard it knocked her to her side. Jessica knelt beside Amy, pulling her head by her hair so that Amy was looking into her eyes.

Jessica rubbed a hand gently down Amy's cheek and said, "Poor Amy. Now you're home."

The End