DEPENDENCY

BY KENNA

[ part 19 ]

As Kathy, Steve, Lisa, Mark, and Jessie were having their orgy, next door Frank was having his fun with Angie and April. But, it was the next day’s events that were more important. In the wee hours of the morning, April crept down and retrieved the camcorder that had sat unnoticed on the shelf in the family room. She put the tape in the VCR in her room and watched it with interest. She’d captured just what she wanted.

She could clearly see Frank ordering her mom and her around. At his command they stripped and fooled around with each other. April whined on tape, making Frank speak even louder and threaten her with a spanking. She’d done that on purpose to make sure that she had something on the man. April watched herself suck on Frank’s cock and then surrender the position to Angie. She switched off the tape and hid it.

On Sunday morning, Frank and Angela were both out for a few hours. April took advantage of the time alone to move the VCR from the family room to her room. Using the two VCRs together, she made copies of the tape and hid them. Then she returned the VCR to the family room. When Frank came home, April was ready for him.

She’d paid attention to the way he had slowly turned her mom into his sex slave over several months. Now she knew that she was in that same position and again had paid attention to the lesson on how to control someone. She was toying with the idea of trying it on Phoebe, but knew she definitely could own her mom just like Frank did. She only wanted two things from Frank, her freedom and her mom as her slave. For a couple of weeks now she’d gone to bed with a tingle in her body as she imagined Angie doing whatever she wanted. Now she was ready to set that plan in motion.

The 13-year-old came down to the family room as Frank was settling in to watch his sports for the day. Her mom was avoiding Frank, so was nowhere to be seen. April had a copy of the tape in her hand and popped it into the VCR.

“You’re not watching that now,” said Frank, surprised that she would even consider interrupting his game.

With a word, April pushed play.

“Hey, baby girl, I said no,” said Frank.

“Just watch,” said April. It took a couple of seconds for the picture to come on, and April thought Frank was going to have a cow before the movie started. When the picture did come on, Frank calmed down and watched silently. She knew she had him when he wasn’t blustering with threats.

Just seconds into the movie Frank knew what he was seeing. “You got all of it?” he asked.

“Every bit,” said April smugly. “I got you threatening to spank me, making me blow you, fucking me, and everything.”

Frank rose from the couch, stopped the tape, and ejected it. Holding the evidence in his hand, he grabbed the tape and pulled it out, then broke open the plastic case. “That was stupid,” he said. “Now you got nothing.”

“I have copies,” said April.

From her unwavering gaze, Frank knew she wasn’t lying. He paused to consider his position. He knew that Angela would never turn him in. She’d lose the house, lose her daughter, and go to jail along with him. But, April could send them both to prison without any punishment to herself. She had some leverage on him now. He thought about what he could do to make a deal with the girl, but realized he didn’t know what she wanted. He wondered how far she’d thought this through.

“What do you want?” he asked, putting the ball back in her court.

April had considered just what she wanted. She also knew the stakes. She could send Frank to prison, but her mom would probably end up there, too. She didn’t want to be alone, so she had to come up with something that Frank could live with. “I don’t you to make me do stuff anymore,” she said.

Frank was a talented con man who had a way with women in particular. With April’s request, he saw the opening he needed to turn this to his advantage. “Oh, baby girl,” he said soothingly as he put his arms around her. He remembered the first time he’d made love to her. It hadn’t taken much seduction, so he knew that she’d been willing. “I’m so sorry that I’ve been so blind. You’re my special girl. You’re my special little girl. I shouldn’t be treating you like I do your mom.”

His hands ran gently up and down her back. Her body was stiff, resisting his attempts to relax her. She eyed him suspiciously as his soft voice cajoled her. “I promise I won’t do that anymore. I promise I won’t embarrass you in front of your mom or anybody. You’ll just be my special girl. How does that sound?”

“Your special girl?” she parroted back to him.

“Yeah, my special girl,” said Frank. “That means you’ll just be my girl. No more making you fool around with the neighbors. No more making you have sex in front of your mom. No more making you dress up around her. I know that embarrasses you and I shouldn’t made you do those things. I mean, you and I can still have sex, but we’ll do it private, like I should be treating my special girl. Just you and me.”

“And only when I want?” asked April.

“Of course, baby girl,” he said, feeling the first hint of her body relaxing as he stroked her. He put a hand under her chin and raised her eyes to his. “I’ve been a fool to treat you the way I have. I can see you want to be loved. And I do love you. I’ll make you the queen of the house. Give you everything you deserve.”

“You really mean it?” she asked. “What about my mom?”

“Of course, I really mean it,” said Frank. “Your mom is just a stupid slut, but you’re something special. There’s no competition. Between the two of you, I know you’re the special one. You’re beautiful and sexy and sweet.”

Knowing that she had the upper hand with the tapes, Frank knew he had to make good on his promises. The game would have to wait. “Hey, let’s go shopping right now,” he said. “Let’s go buy you a new CD player.”

“And some CDs?” she asked, excited at the prospect of getting a present.

“Sure,” said Frank. That just meant that Angie wouldn’t get to go shopping next weekend. He’d have to use her shopping money to keep April happy instead.

A couple of hours later, April had her new CD player set up in her room. Frank knocked politely on her door. “Yeah?” she called out.

Frank stuck his head in the door. “If you’re gonna be the queen of the house, I was wondering if you want to watch me fool around with your mom. You don’t have to, but I thought you might enjoy embarrassing her just by watching.” He remembered a few weeks ago when April had watched with interest, but not participated.

“OK,” said April. She too remembered the days when she’d not been Frank’s victim. She didn’t like it when her mom watched her, but she got tingly watching her mom. It was more than OK; it was just what she wanted.

“Come down in a few minutes like it wasn’t planned,” said Frank. “We’ll be just getting started.”

When April came down to the family room, Frank made a point of calling Angie in to fix him another drink. She came into the room wearing just a see through white bra and tiny white panties. She was wearing the highest heels that April had ever seen, making her take little steps to keep her balance. But April noticed that her mom was also wearing a short leather cuffs around her ankles that were connected by a short chain. It made her mom walk even more carefully. Angie tottered into the room with Frank’s drink. She stopped at the sight of April, but then continued in and handed Frank his drink.

“What’s she doing still dressed?” asked Angie. She clearly expected her daughter to be treated the same as she was.

“Watching,” said Frank. He set his drink on the table and rose from the couch. “I want quiet from you,” he said as he showed her a red rubber ball.

“F-frank, no, please,” said Angie, taking a single step back.

Frank caught her arm and held her firmly. “Open up, Angie,” he said as he put the red ball to her lips.

April watched with amusement as Angie spread her red lips open and Frank pushed the red ball between them. Angie’s white teeth bit down on the ball after it was all the way in her mouth. A cord dangled from the corners of Angie’s mouth. Frank took the ends of the cord and tied them behind Angie’s head, seating the ball securely in her mouth.

“Doesn’t mommy look cute like that?” asked Frank.

“Yeah,” said April. “She can’t say anything now.”

Angie eyed her daughter cautiously as April approached her. The look in April’s eyes was more like Frank’s look than anything else. It gave her a commanding, confident look that worried Angie. “Might as well not even be wearing that bra,” said April. “You can see everything right thought it.”

“Mmmphf,” said Angie indignant at her daughter’s comment.

Then April grinned at Frank and moved back away from her mom. She plopped down in a chair and said, “Angie, get me a Pepsi with ice.”

“Mmmphf mmm ummmm,” said Angie, standing her ground. Then she started taking little steps toward her daughter, anger flashing in her eyes.

April leaped up quickly, dodging behind her mom faster than the shackled woman could turn. She grabbed her mom’s left wrist and twisted her arm behind her. With Angie grunting furiously into her gag and flailing her free arm, April pulled her mom’s left arm up in a hammerlock. “Stop squirming, bitch,” she said. “Hold still.” With one arm immobilized, April got hold of Angie’s free wrist and pulled it up high on her back, too. “Kneel down,” said April. She needed to have the bigger woman down low to help her get control.

Angie was bent at the waist, trying to ease the pressure on her arms. It was futile to struggle against the hold that April had on her. She knelt down, feeling even less in control as she did. Her daughter’s weight on her back kept her from rising up again.

“I need some handcuffs, Frank,” said April.

“Aaahhhhh?” said Angie with a look of shock and surprise as she looked over her shoulder at April.

Frank had some cuffs handy and gave them to April. Despite Angie’s struggles, she was soon cuffed securely. Now April pulled her arms up high and took the offered paddle from Frank. There was nothing Angie could do from the position she was in now.

“Things are gonna change around here, Angie,” said April. She swatted her mom’s panty clad ass with the wooden paddle. “You are the house slut. Ever since Frank came into the house, you have been the slut. But, you had no right to make me do the same things that you do. You’re supposed to protect me, not abuse me.” She swatted her mom again.

“Aaaaahhh,” moaned Angie with the second swat. She tried to defend herself, but all that came out was, “Mmmm nngggg guuuhhh aaaaahhhh.”

“Shut up, Angie,” said April sternly. “I like Frank, so he’s mine now. I don’t blame him for what he’s done. He’s a man with certain needs and I understand that now. I’m going to be his lover, but you’re going to be our slut.” She brought the paddle down sharply in two quick blows.

Frank watched with interest as the little girl transformed into something he hadn’t expected. She was dominating her mother quite thoroughly.

April continued to lecture her mom. “Now that Frank has you well trained, I expect you to obey me just as quickly and completely as you obey him.” Swat! “Do you understand me?”

“Uh uh,” grunted Angie.

“You want to be stupid and obstinate?” growled April. She gave the struggling woman three hard smacks on her ass. “We can do this all day. It doesn’t hurt me as much as it hurts you.” She delivered three more smacks. “Now, all I asked you to do is to go and get me a Pepsi. That’s not so hard to do. If you want, I can ask for something tougher. Are you going to get me my drink?”

Angie let out a stifled sob. April let her gather her wits. As long as she didn’t say no, April was willing to wait her out. It took a few seconds, but finally Angie grunted, “Uh huh.” Her head nodded slowly in surrender.

With her cuffs removed, Angie stood and stared for a moment at her 13-year-old daughter, taking in the transformation that had occurred. Then she turned and left the room, headed for the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, Angie returned, carrying a tall glass of Pepsi with ice. April took the offered glass and held it up to Frank. The two clinked their glasses together and laughed.

“You did that quite well, baby girl,” said Frank. “That was more fun than the basketball game,” he admitted, not upset at all that he was missing the game on TV. “What else did you have in mind?”

April set down her soda and stood up. “Kneel down again, Angie,” she said. This time Angie knelt on her own and found herself looking up at her daughter. The girl put a finger to her lips, indicating she wanted silence. April walked around behind her mom and untied the gag, and then removed it. Angie swallowed hard, but held her tongue.

April stepped back in front of Angie and said, “Kiss my pussy.”

“April, don’t,” said Angie. “I’m your mother.”

“No,” said April. “I believe I made it perfectly clear that you failed as my mother. You are now the house slut.” She reached for her mom’s head and pulled Angie’s face to the crotch of her jeans. “Kiss it right there, right through my jeans,” said April.

“Please, April,” she pleaded.

April understood the control that Frank had over her mother. She also understood that she couldn’t wield that same threat of owning the house and tossing Angie out. She had to have her own threat. “Angie, you either do what I tell you to do or you’re going to jail. You’ve licked my tits. You’ve licked my pussy. You’re a lesbian slut who seduced me. I can send you to jail and have Frank all to myself. Or, you can stay here in his house with us. Which is it going to be? Jail or nice warm house?”

“But Frank…”

“No, buts, Angie,” snapped April. “Frank isn’t going to jail, because I like him. I won’t tell the cops anything about him. I’ll just say it was all you. Now, answer my question – jail or nice warm house?”

“H-h-house,” said Angie.

“Show me,” said April, pointing at her crotch.

Angie kissed the denim of her daughter’s jeans, inhaling the aroma of an aroused pussy. April pulled her close, making her rub her face obscenely in April’s crotch for several seconds. Then April pushed her away. “Later I’ll let you get even more personal,” said the girl. She walked behind Angie and reached around to fondle the woman’s full tits. “Like this view, Frank?” she asked as she tweaked her mom’s nipples to hardness. The nipples pressed like little peaks against the see-through fabric, giving Angie an even sluttier look.

Frank’s answer was simply to start stroking his hard cock. He was loving every minute of it. But he was also scheming even as he was watching. April was angry and had enough ammunition to send both him and Angie to jail. For now it seemed that April was content to take out her anger on Angie and he wanted to funnel her that way. “Want to make her lick your pussy, baby girl?” he asked.

April said nothing in response. She was trying to decide if Frank was up to something. She didn’t want to be his puppet, performing sex acts with her mom at Frank’s suggestion. She wanted to be in charge.

Frank saw the hesitation and knew just what April was thinking. “I’ll show you how to get her to beg to do it. And I’ll leave you alone to enjoy her. I’ll come back down and watch the game. Just you and her. You can teach her what you expect out of the house slut.”

“OK,” said April. She liked those conditions.

She let Frank lead them up to the bedroom. Frank handed her a rope as Angie lay down on her back on the bed. “Tied one end around her wrist,” he instructed, watching her tie it tightly. “Now tie the other end right here,” he pointed at the corner of the bed. They switched to the other side and April tied Angie’s other wrist securely.

Frank made sure that April did all the work, so that she would know how to do it in the future without him. Next he had April pull Angie’s feet up over her head and tie them to the same corners of the bed as her wrists. Bent double, Angie’s legs were spread, making her pussy and ass readily available. It was an uncomfortable position that would soon become painful. “Now, tell her what you want.”

April surveyed her work and imagined how it felt to be tied like that. She grinned at Frank, an unspoken thanks for the lesson. “I want you to lick my pussy, slut,” said April.

“Now, let’s go,” said Frank, turning to go from the room.

“That’s it?” asked April.

“Patience,” said Frank as they walked from the room. “We’ll go down and watch some TV. When she’s ready, she’ll let you know.”

About 10 minutes later, they could hear Angie calling out April’s name. April rose from her seat, eager to let her mom know who was the boss. “Not yet,” said Frank. “Wait a little bit more. You’ve heard her yell louder than that. She’s just trying to avoid being too embarrassed. Wait until she’s begging for your pussy.”

April sat herself back down. She remembered the times her mom had screamed for Frank’s cock. It had made the man’s member seem so wondrous and powerful to hear her mom beg for it so loudly. She understood now that Angie would make her pussy sound just as wonderful pretty soon. She squeezed her slender legs together at the thought of her mom begging.

It was another 5 minutes before Angie screamed out, “Please, April, let me lick your beautiful pussy. I want your lovely pussy. I want to taste your pussy. Please let me have it.”

April went up to the bedroom and removed her clothes. She was surprised at how wet her panties were. She untied her mom’s ankles, letting her lie more comfortably, and then straddled her mom’s chest. “Lick me, Angie,” she said, sitting just out of reach. Her mom’s touch stretched out, but fell short. “Run your tongue up my slit and taste my pussy, slut,” said April as she scooted a little closer. Angie’s tongue swiped up her outer lips, and then barely penetrated between them.

“You want this really bad, don’t you, slut,” said April. “Tell me how bad you want to taste pussy.”

Angie didn’t want it very bad, but she also didn’t want to be tied up again. “Yes, I want your pussy,” she said. “I want your lovely pussy. I want to lick it ‘til you cum.”

“Don’t forget that,” said April. “Don’t ever forget that.” She slid close enough that Angie’s tongue pressed between her pussy lips and found her aroused clit. “Just like that, slut,” said April. Her hands went to her growing tits as her mom’s tongue drove her crazy.

After her orgasm, April slid off Angie and untied her wrists. She caressed Angie’s cheek, treating her like the well-behaved slave she was. “That was very nice, Angie,” said April soothingly. “I like it when my slut is good. I expect you to remember how to behave from now on.”

“Yes, m-m-m,” stuttered Angie. Master didn’t sound right and neither did mistress. She couldn’t figure out what to call her daughter. Finally, “M’lady,” came from her lips.

“Oh, I like that, slut,” said April instantly. “You can call me m’lady from now on.”

“Yes, m’lady,” said Angie.

“Now, why don’t you go down and see if Frank wants his cock sucked.”

“Yes, m’lady.”

Angie was still wearing her bra, panties, and high heels as she walked out of the room on her newest assignment. April waited just a few seconds to let Angie think she might have some privacy kneeling in front of Frank and satisfying him with her mouth. Then, she followed. There would be no privacy, only humiliation, for the submissive mother.

Angie stepped into the room where Frank was now watching TV. Noticing he was preoccupied with the game, she paused. He hadn’t seen her yet. She turned to leave, but then April was right behind her. “What are you supposed to be doing?” she asked her mom.

Angie turned back into the room and walked to where Frank noticed her. “Umm, Frank, did you… ummm… did you want a blow job now?”

Knowing Angie wouldn’t volunteer on her own, Frank looked at April and said, “Awww, baby girl, thanks for thinking of me.” He glanced again at the TV and then decided that this moment with April and Angie was more important than the game. He switched it off and said, “Sure, Angie baby, come on in, open up, and suck me.” He patted the couch beside him. “Sit here and watch, April. The slut won’t mind.”

April settled herself on the couch beside Frank as Angie knelt between his legs. She had to unzip the man, find his cock, and then pull it free. Then Angie leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth. Under the gaze of both her master and new m’lady, Angie knew there was no alternative.

April made of point of leaning forward, her face inches from the action. “This is so cool,” she said. “You’re a fucking cock slut and you’re going to do this every time I want to watch.” Angie required no encouragement. She was already sliding every inch down her throat and back out again. She knew what was expected of her. But April threw in occasional comments just for fun. As the cock slid deep, “Damn, that’s so hot.” Then again, “Mmmm, tasty, isn’t it, slut?”

After a couple of minutes, April went behind her mom and unfastened her bra. Angie scarcely missed a beat as April bared her tits. As Frank approached his orgasm, April teased her mom’s nipples to hardness, bounced her tits, and fondled her tits. “Do it for me, slut,” whispered April as Frank started to moan in anticipation of his pending cum. “Take it all. Swallow it and show me what a slut you are.”

Angie felt the cock pulse in her mouth and then the salty taste of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed hard as more cum filled her. Appalled that her own pussy was tingly and wet, she sucked as her daughter felt her up. She’d satisfied them both now and it looked like she wasn’t going to get to cum.

Now that both Frank and April were satisfied, Angie wondered if she would be left alone for the rest of the day. She wanted to go off and hide somewhere that the two couldn’t continue to humiliate her.

April had just one more order for her mother. “Tomorrow when I get home from school, I want you standing by the front door waiting with a Pepsi for me.” She’d pushed her mom pretty hard today and wanted to give her a simple request for the next day.