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Subject: {ASSM} The Coup D'Etat (a Wives Club story)
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Hi Folks - Another episode with those rich bitches, members of "The
Wives Club".  As usual, please send feedback to my Yahoo
email(snappygirl58@yahoo.com). I love to hear from readers.

This is a work of fiction, for adult audiences only. Over 18 only. It
features explicit sexual scenes and some aspects of
Dominance/Submission.
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The Wives Club - Coup d'état 

It was springtime and, sadly, The Wives Club was in a slump.
Membership had fallen off drastically, as several women "recommitted"
to their lawful husbands and embraced the time-worn practice of
monogamy.
 
"This is definitely not good," Sandy announced. The perky blonde held
a list of members. "We've lost Beryl, Haley and Eleanor. And our only
new member is my cousin Hildy, who's a fat bimbo."

"Shut up, Auntie Sandy," snapped the red-head. She wasn't really fat,
but voluptuous. She had long red hair and large breasts that
threatened to break out of the halter top she wore.
 
"Now, now, it can't be all that bad," drawled a thin, dark-haired
woman in the corner. She wore a black leather jacket and a slit skirt
that showed off long, muscular legs. She drew a drag on her cigarette
and puffed out smoke circles.
 
"Who the fuck are you, bitch?" said Sandy. "This is an exclusive club,
for invited guests only."

The woman held out a letter on Beryl Schuler's stationery, signed by
Beryl. "My introduction to your oh-so-exclusive club, bitch."
 
"Oh fine," said Sandy. "What's your name?"

"Deirdre," said the woman. She had a low voice that sounded like
whiskey and cigarettes and long nights of sucking cock.  "And you
are?"

"Sandy, president."

"President? Of what -- the Mickey Mouse club?"

"No, DEIRDRE," drawled Sandy. "President of this club."

"And a fine job you're doing, seems you've lost half your members,"
said Deirdre. "Who's the quiet one?" she asked.

Her eyes were on Sophia. As usual, poor Sophia was in thrall to Sandy.
She wore a white sash around her breasts and another around her hips.
Her hands were tied behind her chair and her ankles strapped to the
chair legs. She never spoke much, but she was especially quiet today
because her mouth was gagged. Sandy had slipped off her own ripe
panties and stuffed them in Sophia's mouth, then secured them with a
rope tied around the girl's head.

"That's my bitch, Sophia," said Sandy.

"And who's bitch are you?" Deirdre asked Sandy.

"Nobody's!"

"We shall see," said Deirdre. She looked around the room and met each
woman's eyes. She could see they found Sandy tiresome. There would be
little resistance to a change in leadership. Deirdre did enjoy sexual
adventures, but only on  condition: she had to be in charge. That was
just the way it was.

Now she unfolded her long, lean body from the chair and stood up. On
her six-inch heels, she towered above the other woman. Like a tiger
stalking its prey, she moved toward Sandy. The blonde visibly shrank
back in her chair. Sandy had the kind of natural leadership that did
well in cheerleading competitions, but wouldn't help her much in the
jungle. She was about to find out what a real opponent was like.

As Deirdre walked slowly across the room, she took an object out of
her jacket pocket and began to unwind it. It was a choke collar, the
type used to train dogs. When yanked, it would choke the breath out of
the beast that wore it. Deirdre concealed this in her hands as she
approached Sandy.

When she was close enough to feel the heat of the bitch's body and
hear her frightened breathing, Deirdre whipped the collar over Sandy's
head and pulled on the chain. It tightened around her neck and Sandy
was yanked off the chair, onto the floor, gasping for breath. With
Sandy on the floor, Deirdre placed one foot on her chest, the narrow
heel of her stiletto boots pressing painfully on Sandy's left nipple.

"Fuck you,bitch," Sandy gasped. 

Deirdre pulled casually on the chain, silencing her. 

"I want this bitch on her knees, hands tied to her ankles," said
Deirdre. "Help me out here, ladies."

Several women rushed forward eagerly. They quickly had Sandy's slender
wrists securely tied to her ankles behind her. For good measure, they
gagged her, putting their designer scarves to good use. Her eyes were
furious as she struggled against the many cloths binding her.

"Very good ladies," said Deirdre. She looked down at Sandy. "I'll take
the gag out of your mouth if you'd like."

Sandy nodded eagerly.

"You just have to agree to lick my boots," Deirdre continued. "Will
you do that, little cunt of mine?"

Sandy shook her head furiously, her short hair flying.

"Oh well, then," said Deirdre. "Just stay as you are."

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Later that same day, the women accompanied Deirdre, their new club
president, on a little outing that would always be remembered with
great fondness.

She took them downtown, to an historic old building. From the first
floor up, the building housed a restaurant, a flower shop, and, above
that, the offices of a respected legal firm. But in the basement was
quite a different scene.

Here was an exclusive club room, designed specifically for the ease
and comfort of the business women who worked downtown. Deirdre was
certainly bending the rules bringing over a bunch of suburban
housewives, but she had arranged for their visit to take place during
the slow hours between lunch and happy hour. Deirdre had once been an
attorney with the firm that graced the upper stories of the building,
and she knew the club's owners well.

For the trip, Sandy was stripped naked and placed in a large dog
kennel. Anyone looking might have wondered why a group of ten women or
so - and their large dog - was getting into a limousine in the middle
of the day. With the kennel on the floor inside the limo, the other
women enjoyed champagne and snacks, and fed their bitch sticks of beef
jerky through the grated kennel door.

Bound and tied, Sandy seemed to finally accept her fate. The women had
removed her gag, and she opened her mouth to take the treats they gave
her. But when Deirdre lifted her boot to Sandy's lips, Sandy still
turned away obstinately.

Sophia was liberated from her chair and allowed to sit with the other
women in the limo. They kept her gagged though, because they all
agreed she never had anything clever to say, and anyway she looked
cute with her big dark eyes open and her mouth forced shut. They
untied her hands, making her promise not to remove the gag until
Deirdre allowed it.

"What sort of place is this you're taking us to?" asked Hildy.

"You remember the most fun pajama party you ever had?" asked Deirdre. 

"Sure," said Hildy. "We are lots of chocolate ice cream and then felt
each other up."

"It's like that, but the chocolate is Godiva and the ice cream is
Haagen Daz and you'll get your pussy licked like it's never been
licked before."

"Ummm, yum," said Hildy.

After arriving and enjoying a refreshing twenty minutes in the hot
tub, the ladies wrapped towels around their naked bodies and scampered
to the main room, equipped with water beds and hammocks, beanbag
chairs and a large-screen television set showing "The Red Shoe
Diaries." And all the chocolate and ice cream their slutty hearts
desired.

Several of the women climbed in together in one of the king size
waterbeds and began to massage each other with edible oil.

"Hey, leader bitch," called out Hildy. "I haven't had my pussy sucked
yet!"  Hildy was sitting in an overstuffed chair with her pink legs
spread wide. She had thrown off her towel and her ample breasts were
on display.

"We'll take care of that right away," said Deirdre. She whistled and
two of the club employees, attractive women in short toga-like tunics,
led in a third woman. It was Sandy, naked, with the choke collar still
around her neck.

Cute little Sandy, with the short perky blonde hair and blue eyes, was
looking a bit downcast. This had NOT been a very good day for her so
far. Clearly, she was dethroned as queen of the club. Plus, her legs
ached from crouching in a dog kennel during the leisurely drive
downtown. And so far, she was the only one who hadn't had any ice
cream or chocolate.

Now the two women led her over to that bitch, Deirdre, and pushed her
down to her knees on the floor. Sandy grimaced and tried to get up,
but the women were stronger than they looked and held her down.

Deirdre spent a few minutes playing with Sandy's nipples and pulling
on her sensitive small breasts. Sandy endured this, as she was
learning now how to submit to another's pleasure.

Then Deirdre picked up a metal box from the table beside her chair and
opened it slowly. She drew out one of the largest dildos Sandy had
ever seen. It was dark black, about ten inches long and several inches
wide.

"Here, you must be hungry," said Deirdre. "Open wide!"

Sandy kept her mouth firmly shut and shook her head. She knew if she
even opened her lips enough to say, "Fuck you, Bitch," the dildo would
be inserted in her mouth.

"So you're refusing to suck on this?" asked Deirdre. "All right then.
Turn her around."

The next thing Sandy knew, she was face down on the floor, with her
ass up and turned to Deirdre. The other women in the club had gathered
around and were assisting by holding her down and spreading her ass
cheeks apart. She felt something hard and pointy probing her asshole.
She turned her head to look and saw that Deirdre was using her
stiletto boot heel to test Sandy's ass. The sharp point began to dig
inside her.

"Are you SURE you don't want to suck on this nice black dick a little
bit?"

Sandy realized that the dildo was going to be inside her ass soon, and
the best thing she could do would be to slobber all over it and get it
well lubricated.

"I'll suck it!" she shouted.

"I didn't hear the magic word..." drawled Deirdre.

"Please...," begged Sandy. "Let me suck it."

"Almost there..."

"Please mistress, please." Sandy gulped. "Please shove that dildo down
my throat."

"All right," said Deirdre. "Turn around."

Sandy knelt in front of her mistress and opened her mouth wide.
Deirdre pushed the dildo deep inside her, down her throat. She worked
it in and out of Sandy's mouth until it was nice and wet, slippery
with Sandy's spit.

"Set her up," she said to the girls.

With Sandy back in proper "doggie-style" position, Deirdre worked the
dildo into her ass. Sandy felt the head of the thing pushed into her
ass. It stung her and she cried out from the pain. But as the thick
rod got deeper and deeper inside her, it began to feel pleasurable.
She humped it, moving back and forth, letting it fuck her deeply.

"You're a good butt slut," said Deirdre. She pulled the dildo out
quickly and Sandy cried out again.

The two women who led her in now walked Sandy over to the center of
the room. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling, supporting a
plant basket. The women took the basket off the hook and set it on a
table. They raised Sandy's hands above her head and clasped her wrists
together with shackles, then hooked the shackles to the chain.  She
was stretched thoroughly by her bonds, standing on tiptoe, panting for
breath.

Hildy had grabbed the black dildo. Now she reached up and stuck it in
Sandy's mouth. "Eat it, you bossy bitch," she said. Deirdre attached a
harness-type device with straps that wrapped around the back of
Sandy's head, forcing the dildo into her mouth. Sandy really had no
choice, she was eating it whether she wanted to or not.

But Hildy was royally pissed at this point, because though she had
been treated to a wonderful show, she STILL hadn't had her pussy
sucked.

"Sophia!" she called out. 

Sophia looked over with her big brown eyes.

Hildy caught Deirdre's eye. "May I remove Sophia's gag, so she can
suck me?"

"Sure," said the club's new leader.

"Thank god," said Hildy. "Cause I'm hotter than a jalapeno and I gotta
cum."

Sophia knelt in front of the redhead, who pushed her face into her
pussy. It didn't take Sophia long to make Hildy cum, and after that
she sucked the other women too.

"You're a terrific pussy licker," said Deirdre, holding Sophia's head
between her thighs. While Sophia ate her, she watched Sandy hanging
from the ceiling, the black dildo thrust in her mouth, her eyes wide
open and scared.  "I think I'm gonna like this club."

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