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ANNE'S TALE [ part 1 ] Anne gaped at all the big luxury cars, as they drove up the driveway. Moms old Ford seemed totally out of place. She noticed how some men stood by the entrance and parked the cars. But no one came to park their car, so mom had to park it herself. The staff looked superior at them, as they walked up the stairs. Anne felt very uneasy and hang on to her mother’s hand, who gave it an encouraging squeeze. Even though it’s clear that she felt as uneasy as her daughter. “Remember, be very polite and do whatever Natasha want you to” Her mother admonished, as they entered the big house. Anne could feel that everybody stared at them and whispered as they crossed the hall, to greet their hosts. This was a young woman around mom’s age and a girl a little younger than herself. Anne was very surprised, as she’d never seen mom act as humble towards any one as she was towards the host. Anne didn’t neither know the woman nor the girl. But mom had told her that it was her aunt and cousin. The greeted the pair very polite and Anne even managed to curtsy for both her aunt and cousin—she’d practised curtsying like frantic for the last couple of days. Anne thought that they were very arrogant, as they hardly deigned them a look. Blushing red mom grabbed her hand and pulled her over in the remotest corner, as far from the stuck-up couple as possible. All the fashionable guests ignored them, but an elderly couple came and greeted mom very hearty. “Why don’t you go and get yourself a soda and something to eat?” Mom ordered and gave Anne a push. The young girl wasn’t much for leaving the secure corner, but her mother gave her another push, making it clear that she wanted to be alone with the couple, so very hesitating she walked towards the dresser. Halfway she was met by her cousin and 2 other girls. “Where have you got that dress…..? In a 2nd hand shop?” She asked haughty. “No” Anne replied offended, as it’s the prettiest dress she ever owned. “Mom sewed it to me” She explained, very proud, thinking of the efforts her mom had put into it and the, for them, very expensive fabric. Even though she had to admit that it wasn’t as fantastic as the 3 girls’ robes. “Mom sewed it to me” The haughty little bitch sneered. Causing Anne to blush. “So do you mommy sew all your clothes?” She asked with a mean smile… “Not all but much of it” Anne explained- Remembering that she should be polite and do whatever Natasha ordered her to. “Your undies too?” Anne didn’t like this at all and looked for her mom. Who was talking to the elderly couple and acted like she didn’t see her daughter’s troubles. “No of course not” She replied, which actually wasn’t the truth, as mom actually have made a set of very sexy undies to her. But to day she’s wearing a brand new set of Barbie undies. “Show us” the cruel little girl ordered, causing her friends to giggle. “What?” she asked quite shocked, looking for her mom again, who still acted like she didn’t see her. “It’s easy for you to say no. So we want to see if you’re telling the truth?” Anne really didn’t want to, but having to follow orders, she meekly and reluctant lifted her dress, showing her panties to the 3 girls. Hoping that it was enough and that the girls would let her go. “They surely look homemade to me… What do you think? Natasha asked her 2 friends. “I’ll say, that mommy sewed them” the one replied… “Yeah!!! Me too” the other agreed. “But they’re not” Anne protested, not liking this at all. Still hoping that her mom would come and rescue her. With a mean laughter, Natasha said “We can see if there are any fabrication marks in the panties”… …”Splendid idea” the other 2 laughed. Anne noticed that some of the guests moved closer, but no one seemed to would help her though. Awkwardly Anne tried to roll the rim of her panties down, to show the fabrication mark, with one hand while holding her dress up with the other. “That won’t go! Give me your panties” Anne had feared that. But meekly she dropped her dress, reached up under her dress and pulled the little panties down and handed them to the mean little girl. Who didn’t even look at them, but just crumpled them up and put them into her handbag, simply ignoring Anne’s protests. Even though Anne hoped that her ordeal was over she knew deep inside that the 3 mean girls wouldn’t let her go. So before the next command came, she already knew what it would be. “Lift your dress again” The mean little girl ordered. Anne didn’t even protest, but reluctantly and sobbing lifted her dress up again. As Natasha meant she was to slow, she gave her a resounding box on the ear, leaving her 5 fingers on her chin, and ordered “Faster”. As Anne still was reluctant, she simply gave her a box on the other ear too, which really broke Anne down and crying she lifted her dress and showed her bare butt and hairless little pussy to the world. Once again she looked for her mom, to her horror she realised that there wasn’t any help to get there, as she looked directly at her halfway naked daughter and then looked away. Trying to be as modest as possible she squeezed her quite pretty and shapely legs together, in an attempt to hide as much as possible. Natasha whispered something to one of the other girls, who nodded and ran laughing out of the room. The she turned towards Anne again, who still stood with her dress up her hips and the legs squeezed together, and ordered her to strip completely. Still dazed after the hard boxes on the ears, Anne didn’t dare to protest and undressed, crying. Trying to cower herself, she held one arm over her nipples and the other over her pussy. “Hands behind your head and legs spread” the little meanie ordered. Anne noticed that most of the guests had gathered around them. Still no one did any attempt to help her, in the matter of fact the most looked like they enjoyed the sight of the naked and crying young girl. As she didn’t obey, she got several boxes on the ears, sending her head from side to side, almost knocking her of her feet. Until she folded her hands behind her head her head and spread her legs a little. But Natasha simply kicked the legs further apart, until it’s difficult for her to keep her balance. In the meanwhile the other girl came back, carrying a big bag. Natasha opened it and searched for something. With an evil smile she came up with a riding crop… End of chapter 1… What will happen to Anne next and why doesn’t her mom help her? |