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One of my loyal readers pointed out to me that I had short-changed this 
story.  Hope this version is better...
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
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Peggy Pays The Rent (Mf, fF, best, D/S, toys)
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"Please Mr. Foster!" the little blonde teen was almost in tears, "It's 
just that Mom's been sick and hasn't been able to work!"

Actually, her mom was hooked on crack, and everyone in the building knew 
it. It broke my heart, because I had enjoyed having little Peggy running 
around the apartment building ever since she was four. Now, ten years 
later, I had no choice but to evict her and her mother.  They were three 
months behind in the rent, and I wasn't going to keep my job much longer 
if I didn't do something.

"I've done all I can, Peggy," I said, raising my hands in a shrug, "but 
my hands are tied!"

"Please!" she cried, the prospect of homelessness looming before her, 
"I'll do anything!"

Suddenly the pitch of her voice dropped as she grasped that last concept 
and committed to it.

"...Anything!" her eyes burned into mine and my cock lurched inside my 
pants.

"Anything, Peggy?" I asked.

She nodded and said evenly, toying with a budding breast, "Anything!"

"You'd suck my old dick and let me fuck you?" I asked, "You'd bend over 
and take it up the ass?"

She swallowed hard, but I had to hand it to the little 
fourteen-year-old, she had guts.

"Yes," she said, "If that's what you want!"

"You'll do anything I tell you to?" I had something in mind, but 
probably not what she thought.

"Yes, Mr. Foster."

"Okay, come with me." I took her by the hand, and Max, my mastiff, my 
best friend, and my bodyguard trotted along behind as I led Peggy up the 
stairs to her Mom's apartment.

"Open it!" I told her. I could have used my master key, but I wanted her 
to do it.

Peggy produced a key from the pocket of her jeans and unlocked the door. 
  Her mother was still in bed. I marched Peggy in and dragged her Mom 
out of bed by one foot, thumping her naked ass on the worn carpet in the 
process.

Mandy wasn't bad looking, yet, but a few more years on the crack and 
she'd look like all the other wasted shells that hung around this 
neighborhood.

"Hey!" she cried, "What the fuck are you doing Frank! Get the hell out 
of here!"

"Shut up, bitch!" I said, "Keep your trap shut and listen!"

Surprisingly, or perhaps out of shock, she did.  I'm usually an 
easy-going guy and try to get along with my tenants.  Hell, I been known 
to handle evictions so sensitively that the evictees shake my hand on 
the way out!  This time, though, I was mad, and I wasn't pulling any 
punches.

"Do you love your daughter, Mandy?" I asked harshly, "Do you love Peggy?"

"You know I do, Frank!" she replied, still sitting there bare-assed on 
the rug. Not a bad body either, though the skin wasn't as firm as it 
used to be.

"Then how the hell did you let things get this bad?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she was still sleep-drugged, but didn't seem to be high.

I turned to Peggy. "You said you'd do anything I wanted, right?"

Peggy nodded, not too sure of herself now, in her mother's presence.

"Strip!" I ordered, "Right here, right now, no back talk!"

She looked shocked, but sucked it up and started pulling off her top. 
Moisture welled up in her eyes and almost broke my heart.

Mandy, however, was finally catching up. "What the hell are you doing! 
Peggy! Stop that!"

"Shut up, Mandy!" I said, "This deal is between me and your daughter!"

To Peggy, I said, "Get 'em all off! NOW!"

A solitary tear rolled down her face as she complied, and I felt like 
the asshole I was acting, but didn't relent.

When Peggy stood in front of us naked, I turned back to Mandy.

"Your sorry assed excuse for motherhood has brought your daughter to 
this!" I said, "She's willing to become my whore to pay your goddamn 
rent! Do you know what a miserable mother that makes you?!"

I turned back to Peggy and the sight of her young body, shivering in the 
chill air of the apartment almost changed my mind.

"Get dressed, Peggy." I said gently, "Kids shouldn't have to pay to for 
their parent's mistakes. Go on, get your clothes on."

"YOU on the other hand," I turned back to Mandy, "have two choices! You 
can agree to do exactly as I say until your rent is paid in full, or you 
and Peggy can get the hell out by noon tomorrow!"

Mandy looked stunned.

"You - you can't do that!" she cried, "We'll be homeless! We have 
nowhere else to go!"

"That's not my problem!" I retorted, "You're three months behind in the 
rent, and I need paying tenants! So what's it going to be?"

"W-what would I have to do?" Mandy's lower lip trembled and I knew she 
was about to bawl.

"Any goddamn thing I tell you to, that's what!" I said, "For starters, 
get up on your hands and knees, and be quick about it!"

She scrambled to do what I commanded.

"Peggy," I said, "get your mother's vibrator and get her warmed up!"

"W-what do you mean?" Peggy stammered.

"Come on, girl!" I said, "This is a studio! I know you've pretended to 
sleep at night while your mom got off on that thing! Now get it and do 
what I told you!"

Blushing, Peggy sheepishly reached under the bed to pull out the 
vibrator.  Kneeling behind her mom, she whispered, "Sorry, Mom!", then 
switched on the vibrator and started running it around her mother's clit.

Mandy, blushing to the tips of her toes, nonetheless started moaning 
under her daughter's ministrations.  I gave her only a couple of minutes 
of that.  This wasn't for her pleasure.

"That's enough, Peggy!" I commanded.

Peggy looked relieved that she didn't have to embarrass her mom any 
more.  She wouldn't have had she known what was coming next.

"Okay, Peggy," I said firmly but as gently as I could, "Take Max's leash 
and lead him to your mom. You know how dogs do it, so get him to mount 
his bitch!"

"Mr. Foster!" Peggy cried in shock, "You can't mean it! Max is a dog!"

"I mean every word of it, Peggy." I said, "Your mom has been a 
crack-smoking bitch and now she's going to get her reward!"

Mandy looked dumbfounded. "Don't do this Frank! I'll find a way to pay 
your rent! I promise!"

"You've BEEN promising for over three months now." I snarled at her, 
"Now accept my way or get the fuck out!"

Mandy shut up, but began sobbing silently as her daughter fulfilled her 
end of the bargain, tears flowing from her own eyes.

Max wasted no time getting mounted and socketed. Other tenants had paid 
their rent this way before, and Max knew and relished his part.

I waited for him to tie with her, then took Peggy's hand and returned to 
my apartment.

"Sit down, Peggy." I said, rummaging through the drawers, "We need to talk."

I found what I was looking for, then sat opposite the sobbing teen.

"Here's the deal, Peggy." I said, not too harshly, "Your mom is hooked 
on crack. It's taken over her life, and as long as she's on it, nothing 
else matters as much as the dope - not you, not the rent, nothing! You 
can't make her quit. I can't make her quit. Nobody but Mandy can make 
her quit.  What you and I CAN do is try to make it so painful for her to 
stay addicted that she'll give it up on her own.  We could do that by 
letting you be my whore and letting her watch. That might snap her out 
of it and it might not.  I'm not going to do that, because, like I said, 
kids shouldn't have to pay for their parents' mistakes.  What we ARE 
going to do, you and I, is make your mother our sex slave, and let 
everyone know it. Are you with me so far?"

Peggy's tears had stopped but her eyes were still red as she nodded.

"Okay, here's my plan." I said, "Now remember, I'm holding you to your 
deal - I still need you to do what I tell you, even though I'm not going 
to be screwing you, okay?"

"I'll do what you say, Mr. Foster." Peggy said, putting on a brave face, 
"But won't you lose your job?"

"I've got a little money put away that I'll use to keep your rent from 
getting any further behind, and if this works," I replied, "your mom 
will pay me back, one way or another."

Peggy, trusting soul that she was, nodded gravely.

"Okay. I'm going to depend on you to do most of this - I'm still the 
building super and I've got other things to do." I told her. "First, 
when we get back to your apartment, I want you to put this collar and 
leash on your mom.  From now on, she doesn't go anywhere without them, 
and wherever she goes, you lead her by the leash. Can you do that?"

"I-I don't know, Mr. Foster!" Peggy wailed, "That's my mother you're 
talking about!"

"No, Peggy, it's not!" I said harshly, "Your mother is lost inside the 
crack-head that's taken over her body!  If you want her back, you need 
to shame the crack-head into giving her up! You have to be strong on 
this, because it's the only chance she's got, hear me?"

Peggy sniffled and nodded.

"Okay, starting tomorrow," I continued, "I'm going to get a pee sample 
from your mom every day and have my buddy down at the clinic test it 
until you guys are paid in full.  For every day the test comes back 
positive, you're going to administer one of two punishments. The first 
will be like today - Max will fuck the daylights out of her. Every other 
day, instead of Max, you'll fuck her ass with this..."

I showed her the enormous strapon dildo.  That thing would make a mare 
scream, but if it got Mandy off the crack, it would be worth it, for 
Peggy's sake if nothing else. Peggy's eyes went wide with alarm at the 
sight of it.

"That will kill her!" she cried.

"No it won't, Peggy." I said, "But it might make her wish she were dead! 
That's the whole idea! All the time you're raping her butt with this 
you'll be telling her what a worthless mother she is. You'll remind her 
that it was her use of crack that got her into this mess, and generally 
make her feel like shit! Then, when the tests start coming back 
negative, I'll get my payback by making love to her - man to woman. I'll 
say things to make her feel good about herself, and let her enjoy a 
gentle fucking for a change, making sure she cums several times.  If she 
goes back to the crack, we go back to the dog and the dildo. Do you see 
the pattern?"

She nodded, "Yeah, carrot and stick, right?"

"That's right!" I said, pleased with her, "Now on drug-free days, you'll 
help out by letting her off the leash.  She wears the collar as a 
reminder until you're paid up, but you let her free of the leash when 
she does well, and you tell her how much you love her. Tell her she's 
doing well and that you hope you don't have to put the leash back on, okay?"

"You know, Mr. Foster," Peggy replied, "I was really beginning to hate 
you, but the more I hear of this plan, the more I think it might work. 
I'll do whatever it takes. I gave you my word, and now that I believe in 
your plan, I won't have any trouble keeping it."

"Okay, Max ought to be finishing up pretty soon," I said, "so we should 
get back up there."

We walked in silence up the stairs to her apartment, but as we 
approached the door, Peggy turned to me and said, "Oh yeah, I almost 
forgot, Mr. Foster. Thanks!"

"Don't thank me yet, Peggy." I said, "Crack addiction is a terrible 
disease, and there's no assurance that even this is going to work. Let's 
just do our best and keep our fingers crossed. Oh yeah, tell your mom 
when she's ready to go into re-hab, I know a guy who knows a guy..."

As we entered the apartment, Mandy was sobbing as she knelt, locked 
ass-to-ass with the giant Mastiff.

"You shithead!" she screamed at me, "How could you do this to me?"

I looked at Peggy, raising an eyebrow.  This was the acid test.  She 
turned pale, but nodded and walked over to her Mother.

Without a word, she raised her hand and brought its open palm down with 
a resounding smack on her mother's cheek!

"Shut up, BITCH!" she hissed, "YOU are the one who did this to us! YOU 
are the one who screwed up! You love your crack more than you love me, 
and you need to thank Mr. Foster for giving you the chance to earn your 
rent!"

Mandy, shocked, stared at her daughter.

"Peggy!?" she asked querilously, "What's gotten into you?!"

"YOU have MOTHER!" Peggy answered scathingly, "Some mother YOU turned 
out to be! If it weren't for Mr. Foster, I'd be homeless or living in 
some foster home with all the other unwanted kids!  What the hell kind 
of MOTHER does that to her daughter?"

"I-I'm sorry, Peggy!" Mandy sobbed, "You know I've been sick..."

"Sick, my ASS!" Peggy snorted, "You've been sucking up the crack that 
you spent our rent money and food money on! You're a goddamn addict, 
MOM! If you can't work for the money, you can damn well earn it the way 
Mr. Foster says you have to!"

"No!" Mandy cried, "I'm sick, I tell you! I need medicine!"

"You're telling me that black guy on the corner is your DOCTOR!?" the 
more she berated her mother, I noticed, the more Peggy realized the 
truth of her accusations, "I'M not high, bitch, and I'm not STUPID! You 
get off the crack and start being a mother again, and all of this stops! 
Until you get the back rent paid, though, you're just my bitch, and you 
wear this wherever you go!"

With that, she quickly fastened the collar around her mother's neck, 
then snapped the leash onto it.  Mandy's hand went to her neck in horror.

"Peggy!?" she cried, "What are you doing?! Get this off of me!"

"That stays on until you get us out of debt, bitch!" Peggy snarled, "If 
you try to take it off, I'll put a padlock on it to make sure it stays! 
  Got that?!"

"Peggy!" Mandy pleaded.

"Mr. Foster," Peggy turned back to me, "how do you train a dog not to bark?"

"Some dogs can be trained with doggy treats." I said, "Others are just 
too damn stubborn and need to be punished to remind them.  A quick smack 
across the snout with the end of the leash every time they bark usually 
does the trick."

To be honest, I wouldn't use such a method on a dog, but with crack 
bitches, you have to be a little more harsh.

"Well, I'll have to get some doggy treats before I can try that," she 
said, "in the meantime, we'll see if the leash does any good."

"Peggy?" Mandy started to say, "What are you...?"

SMACK! The leather loop on the end of the leash left a white stripe on 
her cheek that quickly turned red.

"C-can I say something, please?!" Mandy sobbed, rubbing her cheek.

"You may speak, as long as it's not to lie or to get out of accepting 
your responsibility." Peggy replied, imperiously.

"I-it's this, this, dog!" Mandy cried, "I-I can't take this every day!"

"Oh, don't worry, bitch!" Peggy said evilly, reaching into the small 
duffle we'd used to carry her new toys, "Tomorrow you'll get a break. 
Tomorrow, I'm going to sodomize you with THIS!"

"OH MY GOD!" Mandy cried when she saw the size of the dildo, "That will 
KILL me!"

"I hope not, bitch," Peggy replied, "because you're going to take turns! 
  Tomorrow it's me and the dildo, then the next day it's Max again! 
Unless, of course, you REALLY piss me off! Then you get to let Max fuck 
you in the ass!"

Mandy broke down crying again, sobbing "Why? Why?..." over and over. 
Just then, Max gave a tug and his shrinking knot popped out of her 
distended pussy, causing her to shriek with pain, then sob some more in 
humiliation as a flood of dog cum poured out of her.

As she knelt there, sniffling in shame, I explained the rest of the 
program to her, then said, "Peggy is your mistress until your rent is 
caught up. The sooner you get off the crack and back to work, the sooner 
this ends.  If you give her any crap, I will know about it, and believe 
me, you don't want to piss me off! Is that clear?"

Sobbing and sniffling, her nose running, Mandy hung her head and nodded, 
the metal on the leash and collar clinking together.

The following day, I came up to coach Peggy through the second phase of 
her mother's punishment. Mandy knelt obediently beside her daughter, 
tears in her eyes, as Peggy held the leash taut, keeping her head up.

"Do I wear this over my clothes," she asked, showing me the dildo 
harness, "or take them off first?"

"Well, personally," I grinned, "I'd prefer that you take them off, but 
I'm a dirty old man, and you shouldn't be undressing in front of me. 
The harness will work either way."

Peggy tried it on over her jeans, but the folds of fabric pinched her 
when she tightened the straps. Shrugging, she stripped out of her jeans 
and strapped it on over her panties.

"It's not like you haven't already seen me...!" she smiled, shyly.

While Peggy was getting situated, I took a urine sample.  Peeling the 
cellophane wrapper from the straight catheter, I used the little tube of 
sterile lube that came with it to gel the pointed tip of the plastic 
tube.  Without fanfare, I stabbed the lubricated piece of tubing into 
Mandy's urethra, feeding more and more into her until it entered her 
bladder and the plastic bag on the other end began to fill.  It was 
going to be VERY difficult for Mandy to cheat THIS drug test!  For the 
hell of it, and because it humiliate her even more, I fucked her 
pee-hole with the plastic tube while Peggy finished her preparations.

I had brought some soft nylon rope with me, and together we bound her 
mother face down, sobbing, still impaled by the catheter, to the bed. I 
handed Peggy a tube of K-Y and said, "Be generous - you want pain, not 
injury."

Peggy knelt between Mandy's spread legs and poked the end of the 
lube-tube into her pink, crinkled anus. Mandy sobbed even louder as her 
daughter squeezed lubricant around the hole, then jammed the tip hard 
against the portal and squeezed about half its contents into the bound 
woman's ass.

I took the tube from her and slathered the head and shaft of the dildo.

"Okay, Peggy." I whispered into her ear, "Remember, take it easy getting 
the head in, then rape the shit out of her. It has to hurt like hell, 
got it?"

The little blonde nodded solemnly and planted the bulbous tip of the 
plastic phallus at her mom's butt hole. With a steady push, and a hand 
on the shaft to keep it from bending, she gained entry.  Mandy shrieked 
bloody murder as that enormous glans popped through her overstretched 
anus! Rather than alarm the other tenants, I took a pair of long socks 
from the floor and stuffed one in her mouth, tying it in place with the 
other.  Though her cries were now muffled, it was clear that she was NOT 
enjoying this!

When Mandy settled down a bit I nodded at Peggy, who started pushing 
further inward.  Not satisfied that she was giving it her all, I placed 
a calloused palm on the girl's little bubble butt and SHOVED!  Mandy, 
tied face-down and spread wide, had no where to go! She screamed into 
the socks as the dildo slammed into her colon, and the front of the 
harness dug into the tender mounds of her ass! Grabbing the back of the 
harness, I made the first couple of strokes for Peggy, makiing it clear 
just how hard she was to sodomize her mother!

When I felt her taking over, I released the harness and stood back to 
watch the petite teen with the innocent face totally ravish her helpless 
mother!  Although it was clear that in the prone position, the dildo 
couldn't go quite as deep, still it made Mandy seem even more helpless 
and vulnerable as Peggy slammed in and out of her.  When Peggy grabbed a 
handful of dirty blonde hair and jerked her mother's head up, my cock 
jumped in my pants!

"How does it feel, MOTHER?" Peggy hissed, "How do you like being FUCKED 
in the ASS like your habit has done to me? Huh? I almost had to become a 
whore for you, you stupid cow! I hope you never get off the crack! I'm 
starting to LIKE this! You can be my own private ASSHOLE, bitch! I'll 
fuck you so hard and deep..." she slammed inward for emphasis, "that 
you'll be able to taste your shit as this thing comes out your throat!"

Once Peggy got a good rhythm going, I reached between her legs and again 
fucked Mandy's pee hole, in time with her daughter's jabs into her 
intestines!  When I reached under and pinched her clit, Mandy, her world 
red with pain and humiliation, went berserk, cumming so hard that fluid 
sprayed from her spasming cunt, coating my forearm and the bed!

I jerked the catheter out as she came, intensifying the humiliating 
climax, and sending Mandy into a series of spasmodic contractions! Peggy 
gave her no respite.  For another half-hour, as Mandy grew exhausted and 
the pleasure turned once more to pain, she slam-fucked her mother's ass! 
  Finally, Peggy tired, and at my suggestion, she simply unfastened the 
harness and left the huge dildo twitching deep in her mother's sore bottom!

It was almost a month before the first test came back clean.  That 
night, I again bound Mandy to the bed, but face up, this time.  As Peggy 
told her mom how proud she was of her, I spent well over an hour showing 
her.  I gently kissed, nibbled, licked and nipped at every square inch 
of her exposed flesh, paying special attention to her ears, neck, inner 
thighs, lower belly, and breasts.  I gave her five oral orgasms, each 
more powerful than the last, then entered her slowly, gently.  Her first 
human cock in over a month, and Mandy made the most of it, begging me 
for more and more.

"Promise me you'll stay clean?" I whispered in her ear as I swiveled my 
cock inside her clasping pussy.

"Yes!" she cried, "Oh God, YES! Please just FUCK me!"

I nodded to Peggy who untied her mother's legs and arms. Not wasting any 
time, Mandy wrapped arms and legs around me, and urged me on to greater 
and greater effort. I nipped her earlobes, nibbled the side of her neck, 
and bent to capture a straining nipple gently between my teeth!  After 
nearly a month of abuse, the mental and physical pleasure we gave her 
must have been mind-blowing!  I held out as long as I could, while Mandy 
climbed higher and higher, flinging herself from the precipice 
repeatedly, only to climb back up and do it again!

-------

Six months later, Peggy was with Mandy when she dropped off the final 
payment, in cash, for the arrears and the current month's rent.  I made 
a big deal of removing the dog collar from Mandy's neck, and Peggy 
beamed with pride.  They were both attending meetings, Peggy for 
co-dependents and Mandy for chemical dependents. Mandy had her old job 
back, though they wondered about her wearing turtlenecks in summer, and 
they had already given her one raise.

As they turned to leave, Mandy looked back over her shoulder.

"Thanks for everything, Frank." she said softly, "But I have one, 
actually two, little favors to ask of you."

"After what I've put you through," I grinned, "I guess I can at least 
hear you out."

Mandy smiled and asked, "Well, first, I wondered if we might, you know, 
hang on to that dildo...?"

"Hmmm!" I smiled, "Can I still watch?"

"Only if you'll grant my second favor!" Mandy said seductively.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Bring Max around for a visit now and then...?"

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