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*Part 3: Fall*

*Chapter 19: The Week Before School*

Jeff is a bastard. My mother agrees with me. We had a lovely time
at dinner, and after. My mother and I really didn't talk much
after our dessert; we were both so drained that we went to bed.

The next day was Sunday. I got up and showered, then walked
downstairs; no clothes of course. Nonetheless, I still couldn't
believe it when I went into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting
at the table, naked as a jaybird.

"Morning, Mom," I said.

Mother smiled at me and said, "Good morning. How are you on this
fine day?"

I took another close look at her and I realized something. She
looked happier than I'd seen her in a while. I wondered if it
were the orgasm, or the thought of having someone else in charge.

We sat eating breakfast when I said, "Mom, I have to go get
myself waxed this week. Want to see if we can do it together
today?"

"I normally shave my legs," Mom said, looking down at her legs.

"I wasn't talking about my legs," I said with a smirk. "Jeff
likes a shaved pussy, and he is the man of the house, after all."

Mom closed her eyes and smiled slightly. "If the man of the house
wants it, then of course I'll do it," she said.

"It will hurt," I whispered. Her smile got even bigger.

After breakfast, we cleaned up a little and I called Janice for
an appointment for Monday. I was puttering around later when I
heard Mom shriek. Jeff had come quietly into the house and he had
come up quietly behind her and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Miller."

She jumped and hit him on the arm. "You startled me," she said.

"Sorry," Jeff said, "You did say that I needn't knock."

"You're right, I'm sorry," she said.

Then Jeff, the sorry bastard, asked me if I wanted to hang out!
We went into the living room and listened to music and talked
about what we were going to do at school. School was beginning on
Wednesday, and we were both looking forward to it with
trepidation and anticipation.

And the whole time we were sitting there, with my mother
traipsing in and out of the room, the bastard ignored the fact
that both of us were naked. He acted like he did every other time
he had come over. But that was Jeff; he had his way of doing
things, and that was the way it was going to be done.

On Monday, Jeff and I went to the mall. We both had some last
minute shopping before school. At the mall we saw some of our
friends and we chatted for a bit at the food court. It was all
normal, until we saw Neal. Neal acted a bit strange around me,
and he kept glancing at my body.

After we walked away from Neal, Jeff asked me, "How did it feel?"

"Uncomfortable," I said.

"Well, you have two choices," Jeff told me. "You can ignore it
and stay uncomfortable, or you can embrace it."

"What do you mean, embrace it?" I asked.

Instead of answering, Jeff asked, "What made you uncomfortable?"

"Seeing Neal looking at my body, knowing that he was thinking
about it naked," I told him.

"And you wanted him to ignore those thoughts, so you were
uncomfortable," he told me. "But it happened, and it will happen
again. You are not Rachel Miller, Ice Princess. You are Rachel
Miller, Senior Class Slut. Embrace that. Become your inner slut."

"Become my inner slut!" I said, laughing.

"OK, maybe a little too self-help new-agey," Jeff agreed,
laughing along with me. "But the core of what I said is true.
When you are not naked and sucking him, you can try and forget
that you did that. Or, you could embrace it. You can flaunt your
body to him. You can make him understand that you enjoyed it, and
you are happy to see him again.

"If you act like the slut behind closed doors, and then act like
it didn't happen later, people won't respect you; they'll think
you are a slut *and* a hypocrite. But if act the slut in private,
and you are proud of it in public, then people will still think
that you are a slut, but many of them will respect the choice
that you've made. Do you understand?"

I thought about what he said, and it made sense. But it would be
damn hard to do!

"Talk to your mother about it," he told me. "I bet that she knows
what I'm talking about."

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Later that evening, on our way to our appointment with Janice, I
discussed what Jeff had told me with my mother.

"Is that boy 16 or 36?" she asked.

"I know, sometimes its scary how grown up he seems," I agreed.

Nonetheless, my mother agreed with what Jeff had said. "If you do
it your way, it may seem easier in the short term, but you'll be
sorry later. Plus, Jeff's way is much more fun. You get to revel
in your sluttiness."

"So you're not going to get pissed when I come home suspended for
flashing a teacher because I was wearing a short skirt, no
panties, and acting the slut?" I asked.

"I most certainly will, young lady," my mother said indignantly,
"and I will turn you immediately over to Jeff to get the
punishment that he believes you deserve for that offense!"

I looked at her and we both burst out laughing. I was really
enjoying this new relationship with my mother.

"When you give me to him, he'll probably decide that the mother
needs to be punished as well for raising such a slutty daughter,"
I told her. "He'll probably send you to the principal so that he
can give you a bare bottom caning."

"Oh, I hope so," my mother groaned.

We had arrived, so I leaned over and whispered to her, "You might
want to rethink getting completely wet right before you let a
stranger in between your legs." She groaned again.

We walked in and Michelle was there to greet us. "Hi Rachel!" she
said, kissing me on the cheek. She waved at my mom and said, "Hi
Mrs. Miller!"

She led us back to Janice who said, "Ah, my lovely Rachel, in for
another visit!" Then she saw my mother, and said, "Who is this?"

"This is my mother," I said. "She is here for a treatment as
well."

"Oh, OK," Janice said, clearly disappointed.

"Jeff sent strict instructions that my mother was to get the
exact same treatment that I have been receiving," I told her.

Janice brightened noticeably. "Oh, really?" she said.

Janice walked us into the waxing room and asked, "Who's first?"

My mom looked at me and I said, "I'll go first."

I pulled my clothes off and hopped up on the table. I told my
mom, "You know, we shouldn't waste time between treatments. You
should get undressed as well."

My mother blushed and said, "Don't we get a gown or something?"

"Normally, yes," I said with a smile, "but Jeff left specific
instructions that none of his women get to wear anything."

Mom pulled her dress off and stood proudly naked. Then she walked
over to hold my hand.

Janice started working on me. This was the third time I'd been
here, and she had loosened up. When she realized that neither
Jeff nor I would protest, her hands ended up roaming a bit more
when she applied the wax and when she checked me over. She also
noticed how I reacted to the waxing, and rather than try to make
it less painful, she seemed to be going for more painful. For
instance, she turned the heat up on the wax, and rather than try
to avoid dripping on my delicate areas, she seemed to be aiming
for them.

My mom held my hand throughout my ordeal, and when it was over I
was panting and very close to an orgasm. I am pretty sure that if
my mother weren't there, Janice would be offering to finish me
off, or perhaps she wouldn't offer, she would just do it. I was a
bit sorry that I had brought my mother.

I got off the table on shaky legs and Janice helped me move to
the side. My mother got on the table, and Janice asked Mom, "Do
you really want the same treatment as your daughter?"

"Whatever treatment Jeff prescribed," Mom told Janice, "that is
the treatment that I will have."

"That's fine with me," she said. I noticed her cranking the wax
heat up a little more and I held Mom's hand while she began.
Since this was the first time for Mom, she used the clippers
first, and as she had done with me, she pushed the buzzing
implement into Mom's delicate parts. Even before the waxing
started, Mom was panting.

As Janice began her work, I started stroking Mom's arm. Soon I
moved my stroking to her stomach and neck, and between that and
the excruciating pain that Janice was causing, Mom was
practically hyperventilating. I watched as Janice held the wax
right over Mom's clit, and when she poured it on, I thought,
'What the hell!' and I tweaked her nipple *hard*. Mom shrieked
and came.

Janice smiled, and Mom recuperated as Janice finished her up.
After we were dressed, Mom gave Janice a big tip and a then
grabbed her and gave her a kiss. "Thank you," she told Janice. "I
*will* be back!"

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*Chapter 20: First Days of School*

The first day of school was... interesting. I had decided to take
Jeff's ideas to heart, but I wasn't going to go crazy. I was
wearing clothes that were pretty sexy, but not much different
from what many of the other girls were wearing.

However right off the bat, I noticed something different. The
grapevine must have been working overtime, because people kept
getting very quiet as I walked by, and some of my friends seemed
to be avoiding me.

Just before lunch, it got even worse. I had P.E. in the morning,
and Physical Education meant running around and getting sweaty,
and running around and getting sweaty meant showers.

Everyone was joking around in the locker room, talking about what
they did over the summer and stripping down to get into the
showers. I stripped to my underwear, took a deep breath, and
pulled my bra and panties off. I threw my towel over my shoulder,
stood up straight and proud, and march into the showers.

As I walked by, and people saw my rings, they got a little quiet.
Some of them yelled, "Nice piercings!" and things like that;
after all, I wasn't the first girl to get a piercing, not even
the first to get nipple rings.

But no one complimented me on the SLUT mark on my shaved pussy. I
heard a few, "Oh my gods!" but that was it, until Joyce walked
into the shower. Joyce had been a friend for a long time, and
when she saw me she said, "Oh my god, Rachel. What did you do to
yourself?"

"Like it?" I asked, thrusting my tits out at her. "You wouldn't
believe how sensitive it makes my nipples." Everyone in the
shower area was quiet, listening to our conversation.

"How did you get that?" she asked, pointing at my SLUT. "And
why?"

"Isn't it cool?" I asked her. "It's tanned in! As to why, I
thought it would be nicely descriptive."

Joyce's mouth dropped open. "You're going to swallow water,
dear," I told her, laughing.

"Rachel, you are the opposite of a slut," Joyce hissed at me.

"Things change," I told her. I was done with my shower, so I
walked out to my locker, wiggling as I went. I noticed that
practically everyone was looking at me, so I took out my bra,
panties, skirt and shirt. I put on the shirt and skirt, then
threw the bra and panties back into the locker, closed it, and
walked out of the locker room. If people had been spreading
rumors about me around, that should go a long way towards
cementing them.

Right after PE I had lunch. I went to the lunchroom, got my
lunch, and went over to sit with Jeff.

"You would not believe what I just did!" I told him breathlessly.
He raised his eyebrow questioningly, and I told him everything
that happened in the locker room.

"So in about ten minutes," Jeff said, "the entire school is going
to know that you are wearing a short skirt and no panties, is
that about the size of it, you slut?"

"Yes, and I wish you could throw me down on the table and fuck me
right now!" I said.

Jeff laughed and said, "Well, you certainly are embracing your
inner slut!"

Jeff looked around and he saw John. He waved him over and said,
"Would you mind sitting on the other side of Rachel?"

"No problem," he said. "Any particular reason?"

"Yes," Jeff said. "I'm about to finger Rachel until she cums and
I don't want the whole world to see; at least not this time."

Both of our mouths dropped open and Jeff put his hand on my thigh
and started working it up my leg. "Come on you little slut, open
up for daddy," he said.

I groaned and spread my legs as far as I could. I looked over at
John's tray and saw that he had an apple. "Can I have your
apple?" I gasped as Jeff touched my steaming cunt. "I need
something in my mouth so everyone won't hear me scream!"

"Be my guest," he said chivalrously, while at the same time
glancing down to where Jeff had my skirt hiked up and two fingers
buried into me.

Jeff tried to minimize his movements, and I was afraid at first
it would be too gentle to get off, but when he dug his fingernail
into my clit, I bit hard on the apple to keep from screaming.
When I was done, I slumped over, leaning on John a bit. He put
his arm around me to help me sit up and I smiled at him
gratefully.

Jeff slipped his fingers out of me and licked them off. "Maybe
next time I won't hide what I am doing," he said, and I moaned as
that statement caused aftershocks to start coursing through my
body.

I leaned over to his ear and whispered, "You so know how to treat
your slut!" I kissed his cheek and turned to eat my meal.

"Other than PE, how is your day going?" he asked.

I told him about my day, and I mentioned how people were treating
me. "A good way to find your real friends," was his comment.

"Going into this, I knew that I would lose all my friends," I
replied.

"I think you'll be surprised," Jeff said.

John was clearly a little confused by our conversation, but on
the other hand, he didn't mind being with me when I was cumming,
so I guess he was willing to put up with a bit of confusion.
Plus, I was sure he would pump Jeff for info later in the day.

After lunch, the day progressed reasonably normally, with the
exception, of course, of all the people looking at my skirt. I
worked hard to keep my legs together, and I don't think I flashed
too many people.

I was walking out of my last class when Camille grabbed my arm.
"We need to talk," she said.

"Sure," I replied, moving out of the traffic flow. "What do you
want to talk about?"

"You," she said. "What is up with you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"I heard about you in the shower, and the little play you put on
in the locker room, and there are some nasty rumors about you
going around," she said. "That is *not* the Rachel I know. What
is going on?"

Camille was a good friend of mine, and while I was reasonably
confident that she would not remain my friend for long, I
remembered what Jeff had said, and I felt that I owed her the
benefit of the doubt. On the other hand, I didn't want to talk in
the hallway, so I asked, "Do you want to walk back to my house
and we can talk about it?"

She agreed, and I got my stuff from my locker and we walked out.
Jeff was waiting for me outside, but I told him, "I invited
Camille over. Is it OK if I walk home with her?"

"Sure, I'll catch up with you later," he said, and he wandered
off.

"And that's another thing," Camille said. "Why did you need to
ask Jeff's permission?"

I sighed and started walking home. "Tell me what you've heard," I
requested, interested to know how distorted the rumor mill was.
She gave a reasonably accurate account of the events in the
locker room, although the tan mark was a tattoo in her story; she
must have heard the story from someone who was actually in the
room. She also had heard a bit about the poker game, though in
her version I had fucked everyone there at the same time.

She had finished regaling me with tales of my exploits when we
arrived home. "Let me just call my mom and tell her I have a
friend over before I tell you my side," I told Camille. My mother
took her instructions seriously, and if she didn't know I had a
friend over, she would strip as soon as she walked in the door.

When I got through to my mom, she thanked me for warning her, and
then asked, "Have you changed yet?"

"I wasn't going to," I told her.

"You are in the house, and the dress code for when we have
visitors is quite clear," she said.

"I thought that was for when the UPS guy rang the doorbell, not
when a friend was over!" I complained.

"If you want to ask Jeff to clarify, be my guest," she replied.
"Until then, the rules apply. Obey, or face the consequences."

I thought about it a minute, and then I realized what Jeff's
response would be. I said goodbye to my mother and grabbed a robe
from near the door.

"I'll be right back," I told Camille, and I went to change. My
pussy started dripping as I realized that I was about to go have
a casual conversation with a friend while I was naked under a
thin, short robe.

I invited Camille into my room, and I jumped on the bed and she
sat in a chair. "Your side," she prompted.

"Well, the story about the locker room is pretty much correct,
although it's not a tattoo," I told her. "There was a poker game,
and there were some shenanigans, but I did not fuck all the
players on the table. Bottom line: I got tired of being the Ice
Princess, so I thought I'd try the other way for a while." Not
the whole truth, but at least not a complete lie.

"Show me," she said.

"Show you what?" I asked.

"I know that you aren't wearing anything under that," she said.
"Show me what you showed everyone in the shower."

What the hell, I thought, so I took off my robe and stood up in
front of her. She leaned closer to me, and when she realized what
it was, she said, "Jeff did that to you the day on the beach."

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because he wanted to," I said. "Because he wanted everyone to
see it."

"But you let him," she said.

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked.

"It's part of a deal we worked out," I explained. "It's a little
hard to explain, but he agreed to help me out, and I agreed to do
what he says. Given that I want to be a slut, it's a win- win
situation for me."

"Why do you want to be a slut?" she asked.

"I'm not ready to say, just yet," I told her. "It's all too new
for me. Now that you know, are you going to drop me as a friend?"

"Why would I do that?" Camille asked.

"Because I'm a slut," I explained. "Because I did blow four guys
at that poker game, and I fucked one. Because I am going to
continue being a slut. Why would you want to be friends with a
slut?"

"I wouldn't," she said, "but I'd want to be friends with Rachel."

I realized what she was saying and I grabbed her and hugged her
tight. "Jeff was right!" I said.

"About what?" she asked. Looking at my naked tits she asked, "Did
that hurt a lot?"

"He said that I would find out who my real friends are," I said.
Then I added with a warm voice, "And it hurt a lot!"

"It sounds like you didn't mind that much," Camille commented.

"I didn't," I said. I dropped back onto the bed without replacing
my robe.

"Um, aren't you going to get dressed, or put your robe back on?"
she asked.

"I wasn't going to," I said, looking at the robe on the floor. "I
don't wear any clothes at home, but if it makes you
uncomfortable, I will put it back on."

"No, that's OK," she said, being accommodating even though she
was clearly uncomfortable. But if she could put up with the
embarrassment of having me naked in front of her, I could revel
in the embarrassment of being naked in front of her.

She sat back down and said, "Will you tell me about the poker
game?"

"It's pretty racy," I said with a smile. "Are you sure you want
to hear all the steamy details?"

She smiled back at me, realizing that I was teasing her. "You
might warp my fragile little mind, but tell me anyway."

So I told her about the game, and how Jeff first bet my clothes,
then my body. Camille kept gasping and shrieking through the
description. When she asked how they were all hung, I asked, "Are
you trying to live vicariously through my sluttiness?"

"I guess I am," she said. "Don't you mind being called a slut?"

"No, it's what I am now," I said. I dropped my voice to a whisper
and said, "In fact, I'll tell you a secret. I like it when people
call me a slut!"

"You are one weird slut," she said, shaking her head.

"Oooo, say it again," I said in a sultry voice.

"Slut!" she said, smiling. "Now tell me more of your story!"

I continued on, and we laughed about Stephan's cock and his quick
trigger. I felt a little bad after I said it, and I asked Camille
not to repeat that part to anyone.

"That part?" she asked. "What about the rest of it, where you
blew them all?"

"Oh, you can repeat that if you want," I told her.

"Man, you really are a slut," she said, shaking her head again.

I continued with the story, describing how Jeff fucked me in the
bedroom. I was getting hotter telling this story, particularly as
I was naked in front of a fully dressed friend.

When I had completed the story, I said, "We've already
established that I'm a slut, right?"

"Uh, huh," she nodded.

"Then you'll understand that I have to do this!" I told her.
Telling the story had been too much for me, and I had to cum. I
shoved two fingers up my twat and pulled on a nipple ring with
the other hand. Camille just stood there watching me, her mouth
open in shock. I only lasted for about thirty seconds before I
started to cum.

When I came down a little, I looked over at Camille and said, "I
hope you are not too offended, but telling you the story _really_
made me hot. Please don't hate me!"

"I don't hate you," she said. "I'm just surprised as hell. You've
sure gone from frozen to steaming over this summer."

"Thanks!" I said, and I licked my juices off my fingers. "Want a
drink?" I asked.

"OK, you depraved slut," she said with a smile, and we went
downstairs to get one.

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*Chapter 21: Settling In*

The first month of school was both the hardest and the easiest.
Not everyone had heard the stories yet, and not everyone believed
them. Later on, everyone would believe them.

I'd like to say that most of my friends reacted like Camille, but
that just wasn't the case. This was high school, after all, and
most of my friends treated me like a pariah. They were cool to me
to my face, and they were vicious behind my back. I won't say
that it didn't hurt, but it was what I had prepared myself for
when I decided to go ahead with this crazy plan. There was still
a small handful of friends that stuck with me throughout the
year, and between them and Jeff, I was able to keep my bearings.

It was hard that first month, realizing that I was losing my
friends, but it was what I had decided to do. One thing that I
did enjoy that first month was the shock that I gave everyone.
During the rest of the year, people came to expect outrageous
behavior from me, but during September, they were still getting
used to it, so I was able to shock people at every turn. It is
much more humiliating to behave badly when people don't expect
it.

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As quickly as some of the girls dropped me as friends when they
learned what a slut I was, the guys reacted even faster. I was
pretty good looking, so I had dated a bit, but I also wouldn't
put out, and everyone knew it. That limited the people who were
interested in going out with me.

Once it became the common belief that I was an easy lay, the boys
started coming out of the woodwork. Paul was the first person to
ask me out. He was a reasonably nice guy, pretty good looking and
a jock. Unfortunately, all I could say is, "I don't know, I'll
get back to you."

Later I talked to Jeff about it. He instructed me to tell Paul
that I could not go out with him now, but to check back in a few
weeks. He told me to tell everyone that asked me out the same
thing.

One downside about being a slut, however, is that people feel
that they can take liberties with you. Another sleaze-ball named
Rob tried to get me to go out on a date with him. I gave him the
stock answer, but he wouldn't take it. He grabbed my ass and
tried to convince me that he was god's gift to women. He tried
forcing a kiss on me while he pawed my breast. It was not fun.

I pulled away and went to find Jeff. I explained what happened,
and he took me over to Rob and said, "Did you lay your hands on
Rachel?"

"What if I did?" Rob blustered. "She's just a slut, and what are
you going to do about it anyway?"

I was a little worried, because Rob was bigger than Jeff, and he
was a brawler. But Jeff had the bigger brain.

"I'll tell you what I'll do," Jeff said in an angry tone of
voice. "What I will do is let the word go around that everyone
who beats the crap out of you will be invited over for a gang
bang featuring a very welcoming Rachel. Can you take a guess at
what you would look like by the end of the day?"

I think that Rob could guess, because he backed off saying, "I
wouldn't want that skank anyway!"

I threw my arms around Jeff's neck and gave him a big kiss!
"Would you really do that to me?" I asked breathlessly?

"Count on it," he said with a smile.

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A few days later, Jeff told me, "You've got a date Friday night."

"Really? With whom?" I asked.

"Well, I needed some help from Neal," Jeff told me, "and he
really didn't have time to help me. So I traded him. I told him
that if he helped me out, he could have a date with a sure thing.
You must have done a good job on him, because he jumped at the
chance!"

"You didn't really!" I said breathlessly. "You bartered for me?
And guaranteed that he was going to get laid?"

Jeff smiled evilly and said, "You'll never know what the story
is, and you are forbidden to ask Neal. As to your second
question, yes. You will go out with him. You will be a wonderful
date. And at the end of the night, you will fuck him. You will
suck him. You will do anything sexual that he wants. And you will
make him feel like you are loving it, whether you are or not. If,
for whatever reason, he doesn't excite you, think about how after
the date you are going to sit down in front a video camera,
naked, and describe in gory detail everything that happened."

"I've never fucked anyone but you," I said.

"That ends Friday night," Jeff said. "I've fucked a half a dozen
girls, and within a few weeks, you will far surpass me. How does
that make you feel?"

"Like a slut!" I said.

On Friday night I went out with Neal. He was a gentleman, and a
bit nervous. We had a lovely dinner and then a movie. Then he
drove me to a make out spot. We started kissing, and he tried
being noble again.

"I know that Jeff put you up to this, but you don't have to do
anything if you don't want," he told me.

I thought about what Jeff said to me. I thought about the way
that Neal behaved with me. I thought about what lay ahead for me.
And I thought about what I was feeling. I was very honest when I
told Neal, "Look Neal, I am not sure what Jeff told you, but so
far he is the only man that I've slept with. I am going to be
fucking a lot of people in the future, and I can't think of
anyone else that I'd rather have break me in than you. So unless
you have some significant reservations about me, please fuck me
every way that you can think of!"

I kissed him hard, and he seemed to lose any hesitation. As a
fuck, I'd rate him the second best guy that I had slept with to
date. He was actually pretty good, but as I should have guessed
from his demeanor, he was quite gentle. It was nice, but not the
pounding, painful fuck that I had grown to know and love.
Nevertheless, he managed to get me off, and I got him off three
times.

When he dropped me off, I kissed him and said, "Neal, I'm not
going to be your girlfriend, but I enjoyed being with you. Any
time that you are feeling particularly hard up, whistle me up and
I'd be happy to relieve you, any way you want." I gave him
another kiss and went into my house.

I took my clothes off as I got into the house and my mother came
out to see me. She must have seen the cum dripping down my legs,
because she asked, "Out with Jeff?"

"Nope, Neal," I told her.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yup," I replied. "Your daughter is on her way to being a slut!"

My mother just came over and ran her finger up my leg, scooping
up the cum dripping out and offering it to me. I sucked her
finger in, tasting myself and Neal. Then she got another
fingerful and popped it into her mouth.

"Mother!" I shrieked, but she just smiled and went to her room. I
went to my room, set up the video camera, and taped my
experiences as Jeff required.

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After my date with Neal, Jeff set me up on a couple of more
dates, then allowed me to start accepting dates myself. He told
me that I only had to accept dates from people that I liked, but
that anyone that I dated got whatever they wanted.

I discovered that boys ran quite the range. Some just wanted a
slut, and right after they picked me up they took me somewhere to
park or to a room, and they fucked me and left. Others took me to
dinner, gave me a nice time, then fucked me. The latter group got
second dates, if they were interested. A couple of the guys felt
that since I was a slut, they could abuse me, and not in a nice
way. I enjoyed the pain, but disliked the misogyny. Again, no
second dates for that crowd.

It was one of the guys in the last group that got into trouble. I
didn't enjoy his behavior on our date, and I didn't want to date
him again. But he seemed to assume that if he fucked me once, he
had full rights to my body. He didn't understand that I only gave
those rights to select individuals.

One day a little after our date, he tried to get me to agree to
go out with him again. When I refused, he got belligerent and
tried to do me right there. I was certain that I was going to be
raped, but it didn't actually bother me that much. I had already
slept with him, and I figured he would just do me and I would let
Jeff know about it. When I fought him, though, I managed to get
away from him. As soon as I could, I found Jeff and told him what
happened.

The next day at lunch, Camille came up and asked, "What happened
between you and Marty?"

"Why?" I asked.

"It's all over school!" she said. "I heard that Marty tried to
rape you, and that anyone who hurt the motherfucker would be
invited to a gang bang on Friday night at the house of a certain
slut that I know!"

"Oh my Dog!" I moaned.

"Is it true?" she asked.

"The first part is, but I didn't know about the second part!" I
told her. "Jeff had promised someone else that this is what would
happen if he didn't leave me alone!"

"Well, let me just say that there are a lot of people looking for
Marty right now!" Camille told me. "It appears that the prospect
of getting into a gang bang starring the Ice Princess turned slut
is very attractive to a lot of people, though some of the guys
you've dated just want to beat the crap out of him for the hell
of it. I just can't believe that Jeff would promise you for a
gang bang without telling you!"

"I can!" I moaned again.

The picture of me in a gang bang was driving me insane. Camille
must have picked up on it, because she asked, "Are you getting
turned on by the thought of being the star of a gang bang?"

"Oh, yes!" I said. "I have to go to the bathroom to get myself
off!"

I started to get my stuff together and Camille asked, "Why go to
the bathroom?"

"What?" I asked.

"If you are such a slut, why not just do it here!" she asked.

I looked at her, stunned. Then I sat down. "Fine, I will!" I told
her defiantly.

I looked around, then as unobtrusively as possible, I ran my
hands along the seam of my jeans. I leaned forward and asked
Camille, "Do you think that if people see me doing this, they'll
just jump me here?"

"If they thought that they could get away with it, they'd strip
you and fuck you on this table," she whispered to me. "Staff and
faculty, too! And I'd bet you'd love it!"

"I would," I moaned, and I came. It wasn't a huge cum, but it was
satisfyingly public.

A minute later, Jeff came over and sat down next to me.

"Oh, Jeff!" I cried, hugging him fiercely.

"What, exactly, was that for?" he asked.

"I heard what you did, about Marty!" I told him. "Thank you for
protecting me!"

"Protecting you?" Camille asked. "Out of the frying pan and into
the fire it seems to me!"

"Maybe," I countered, "but that fire is going to make me so hot!"

Both Jeff and Camille laughed at me for that. , "Are you going to
be ready for Friday night?" he asked me.

"My first gang bang! You bet I'll be ready!" I told him with a
smile. Unfortunately, inside I wasn't quite as certain. I mean,
it was great fucking all those guys individually. Some weren't
that great and some were, but could I take on dozens of them? I
wasn't sure. Nonetheless, it was the next step on my road to
sluthood.

The next day we heard what had happened to Marty. It seems that
he was attacked at least three times, the last time broke his
nose and a rib. He was in the hospital, recovering, which kept
other vigilantes away from him. I felt bad about it, and told
Jeff as much.

"I feel bad about it as well," he said, "but I needed to make a
statement. He may not have deserved that, but it's not like he
was innocent either. And believe me; this story is going to get
around. No one is going to lay a finger on you without permission
again!"

Jeff was definitely right about that! "But what if he gets me
into trouble?" I asked.

"First of all, you did nothing other than fend him off," Jeff
reassured me. "He might try and get some of the assailants in
trouble, but when they explain that they were doing it to protect
a poor girl that he attempted to rape, I don't think that he will
look too sympathetic. I don't like vigilante justice, but
sometimes it works."

I was upset, but I understood what he was saying. "So how many
people ended up attacking him?" I asked.

"Six I can verify, and another three that claim to have done
something," he said. "This time I thought I'd just let them all
have a go."

"This time?" I asked. "That's nine people!"

"Yup," he said, grinning evilly.

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*Chapter 22: Making Good on a Promise*

It was Friday night and I was sitting in my bedroom. My mother
was out until very late. Jeff had said, "I need your house and
your daughter Friday night. Go to dinner, a show, whatever you
want, just don't be back before 2AM."

And she agreed. Not a single question. Not a "What are you going
to do with my daughter." She just said, "OK, Jeff."

So Friday night, I was sitting on my bed, alone in my room,
wearing a sheer white teddy. I looked at myself in the mirror,
and I was damn sexy, if I do say so myself. My hair was neat and
down and I was wearing just a touch of makeup. You could see my
tiny white lace panties through the teddy, and you could see my
light pink nipples as well. As hard as they were, you couldn't
miss them. I looked good, but I imagined that I wouldn't stay
looking that good for long.

I heard noises downstairs. I heard knocks on the door and the
doorbell ringing what seems like far too many times. I could hear
voices and rough male laughter. I knew that any minute, I was
going to be called downstairs, and I was terrified and excited.
Just then the door opened, and someone slipped into the room.

"Camille!" I said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

She looked at me sheepishly and said, "I want to see you get gang
banged," she told me.

Surprise turned to shock. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I talked to Jeff about it," she explained. "I wanted to know
what you were going through. I wanted to see if it was really
happening. I asked him, and he said I could come over and watch.
He said that it was important that your friends know what a slut
you are."

Oh my Dog! I could feel Jeff's hand in this. He *knew* there
could be nothing more humiliating to me than knowing that my
friend was watching me. But I couldn't let her watch me! I needed
a way out! Then a stroke of genius hit me.

"You can't stay here!" I told her. "Those boys will become rabid!
If I am occupied, and they see you there, they'll just use you
instead!""

"I'm not worried," she told me. "For most of the time I'll be up
here watching you on the TV. I'll just sneak down to see what's
happening every now and then."

Curses, foiled again! Jeff covered every angle. I didn't even
realize that he was planning to tape the whole thing! I was sure
that he would make me watch it with him later.

The door opened again, and Jeff walked in. "Hello girls," he
said.

He smiled at Camille and then asked me, "Are you ready, Rachel?"

I nodded.

"Are you going to be a good slut for me?" he asked.

I nodded again.

"Are you going to do everything that you are told?" he asked.

A third nod.

"Then let's go," he said. "Camille, after we leave you may turn
the television on. If you come downstairs, you should be able to
see the action from the staircase without exposing yourself too
much. If someone does see you, just head back upstairs and close
the door. Everyone knows that they will be ejected if they head
upstairs, but scream if you are worried."

With that, Jeff took my hand and walked me to the stairs.

"Do you remember what to say?" he asked.

I nodded, and he smiled and said, "You are very quiet. Say
something."

I looked at him and said, "Thank you for treating me like a
slut."

He grabbed me and kissed me deeply. "Let's see if you say that
tomorrow morning." Then he walked me downstairs. He stood me at
the entrance to the room, and then walked away from me. Jeff and
I had discussed my little opening speech, and I was ready to give
it.

Despite my nerves and trepidation, I put on a bright smile and
said, "I want to thank each and every one of you. I appreciate
what you've done to protect me, and I want to reward you. I'd
appreciate it if you left no permanent marks on me, but other
than that, I'm open to anything."

I nodded to Jeff and said, "Jeff has agreed to be referee. If he
feels that someone is going too far, he will ask you to stop. If
you don't, you'll be thrown out and you won't be welcomed back.
If you do stop, no harm, no foul. I think you'll find you'll have
to go a very long way before Jeff steps in. Now, if you are
ready, who wants me, and how?"

People didn't react for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then
Chris stepped forward. I guess Chris had been pissed at Marty
too, and now he was coming to collect his reward. He was just a
junior, but he knew how to take control. He walked up to me and
pulled me in to a kiss. During the kiss, he fondled my butt and
ran his hands up and down my back.

"Hey, don't bogart the slut!" someone called out, causing
everyone to laugh. Jeff had provided them with some drinks to
loosen them up, though he had promised to cut them off way before
they got too rambunctious. It had loosened them up a little.

Chris laughed too, and he turned me around to face the room,
reaching around me to cup my tits. Someone else stepped forward
and kissed me, someone I didn't even know. It was starting: I was
going to have sex with a complete stranger. I felt another hand
reach between the stranger and Chris, and fondle my tits hard.

After that point, the night became a blur. I knew most of the
people there, but not too well, and many were complete strangers.
I remember them pulling my teddy off, then I felt people sucking
on my tits. I don't know if they drew straws, or stood in line,
but all of a sudden I was on the floor and there was someone
between my legs.

Jack was someone I knew, someone I had dated previously. When we
were dating, I never let him get to second. Now, he was on top of
me, squeezing those tits he could never get his hands on, and I
felt his cock pushing into my wet pussy. He shoved into me hard,
whispering, "Having fun, Ice Princess?"

"I'm so sorry for not putting out for you," I grunted at him. "It
was wrong. Punish me for not being a slut for you! Fuck me hard!"

He tried, bless his soul, but in just a few strokes he was
cumming up my slippery pussy. Still, I wasn't worried, there was
a line of hard cocks waiting for him to finish. Before he got up
I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him hard. Then I whispered
in his ear, "If you really want to punish me, next time you're
hard, shove that sexy cock of yours up my ass!"

That was all the time I had with him as Jack was pulled off of my
body by others eager for action. Jack was replaced by another,
then another. I am not sure who fucked me when, but I know that I
was fucked. The first ones didn't last that long, though I did
get off a couple of times. Then the boys started sticking their
slimy cocks into my mouth between fucks. I knew when we were on
seconds by the length of time that people started taking. I was
being fucked hard and long, sometimes by strangers, sometimes by
boys I'd known for years.

One boy had just come in me, and I was all alone for a minute. I
reached between my legs and gathered some of the cum pouring out
of me and scooped it into my mouth. Then Jack pulled me up and
said, "My turn again!"

He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass into the air. He
poked around for a minute until his cock slipped into my gaping
pussy. He stroked a half dozen times, and then pulled out. "Ready
to be punished?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" I said.

Jeff, the sweetheart, had prepared me earlier. He had shown me
exactly how much lube that he was putting up my ass, and it
wasn't much. "This will make the going a little easier, but it
will still hurt your tiny ass like hell!"

And he was right. Jack shoved his cock up my ass, and it burned.

"Oh yes! Fuck my ass!" I screamed. "Hurt my ass. Hurt me!"

I looked up and I saw the other boys looking at me eagerly. Most
had clearly not thought of doing this to me, but now they were
thinking! I glanced over at the stairs and saw Camille peeking
down. The thought of her seeing me debase myself this way was too
much for me, and I came, shrieking.

My head dropped to the ground, and Jack kept pumping me. I felt
him cum in me, and I groaned. He pulled out, but was quickly
replaced by another. While the second boy was fucking my ass,
someone pulled my head up by my hair and shoved his cock into my
mouth. Mmmmm, plugged in two holes. Jeff came over to me and
whispered, "They'll be thinking about this in school on Monday."
I almost bit the cock I was sucking as I came.

After that, it was more fucking and more sucking. As I said, it
was all a blur. After my announcement with Jack, people started
treating me more roughly, and I loved every second of it. Finally
I heard Chris say, "Let's do a triple!"

He rubbed a cloth over my pussy and ass to clear off some of the
cum, then he pulled me onto him and stuck his cock up my pussy.
"Who gets her mouth, and who gets her ass?" he asked. I don't
know who answered, but someone shoved a cock into my mouth, while
I felt a cock pushing into my abused asshole. I was pummeled back
and forth until I felt them cumming in me, one after another.

After that fuck, I was completely drained, but still some of them
used my limp body as a handy cum receptacle. It was amazing.

When I next realized what was going on, Jeff was carrying me
upstairs and the boys were all gone. He got to my room and laid
me on the bed. Camille was there with wet cloths to help clean my
abused body.

"Did she really like that as much as she seemed to?" she asked
Jeff.

"Ask the slut yourself," he said with a proud smile in his voice.

"I loved it," I muttered and moaned. I was hurting all over, and
I wanted nothing more than to sleep.

I felt Jeff kiss my lips, and he said, "Sleep my darling."

That was all I remembered until I woke up the next afternoon.
Jeff had once again delivered on his promise.

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*Chapter 23: The Playroom*

I opened the door and turned on the lights. I dragged the box
into the room and closed the door behind me. First things first:
I went around and replaced all the dead light bulbs. Then I
carried my box into the room and surveyed the damage.

For a suburban dungeon, it really was very impressive. The
furniture looked well built and the whips and chains looked
expensive. I got out my broom and started sweeping. After a few
hours of sweeping, dusting and hosing, the place was starting to
look good. I got out the leather cleaner and started on the wide
array of paddles, whips and restraints. It was quite a while
before I was done.

In the course of cleaning the room, I discovered some interesting
features. There was a closet full of costumes, both male and
female. The female costumes looked interesting, but I didn't
think I was the right personality to wear leather hoods and
chaps. There was a refrigerator and a little pantry. The items in
it had long since gone bad, but the possibilities were
interesting.

When I was done, I poured myself a glass of water from the sink,
and took a good look around. Now that I had my own personal
torture chamber, what was I going to do with it?

I had been browsing the web and looking for as much information
as possible on using a dungeon. There was a lot of misinformation
out there, but there was also a lot of good information. I tried
to learn what each of the items was, though there were some items
in here that I hadn't seen any information on. I also tried to
understand how to handle this safely. I knew that I was a rank
beginner, and that wielding a whip could cause significant and
permanent damage. Some of the other items in this room could also
do real harm, so I was going to take it slow and try and learn
what I could before I used it.

When Jess had handed me the key to this room, she had made it
clear that it was mine to do with as I pleased. What did I please
to do, and to whom should I do it?

Rachel was lovely, and so far willing to do everything that I had
asked of her. The nastier it was, the more her mind told her the
deed was bad, the more she reveled in the act. I had started easy
on her with the pain, more because of my fears and concerns than
hers, but that would change when she entered this room; when that
happened, we would find out how much of a pain slut she really
was.

Then there was Jess. Exactly how far did I intend to go with her?
Every day I got to see this lovely, mature woman naked. Jess had
more sexual experience than I would probably ever have. For
years, she was just Mrs. Miller, the mom next door. Sure, she was
a sexy woman, and as a normal teenage boy I'd thought about
fucking her. But of course, I don't think that there was a woman
I'd met as a teenager that I didn't at least think about fucking.
But I never really thought of Jess as a sexual creature. Was I
ever wrong!

When she had called me over to talk about Rachel, I didn't know
what she would tell me. But the last thing that I expected was to
have her serving dinner to me while she was naked. And this room!
As presents go, this was a doozy!

So now, what do I do with Jess? She said that she wasn't ready
for anything sexual, but in my short time as a sexually active
boy, I had never seen anyone _more_ ready for sexual activity.
For lord's sake, she had cum when I slapped her face! And since I
had punished her, she had been very affectionate. The way that
she looked at me, the way that she hinted about things, made it
clear that if I wanted to push her on her no sexual contact rule,
she would let herself be convinced of just about anything.

But did I want to do anything more sexual with Jess? I admit that
seeing Jess naked every day was fabulous. But did I want to take
the next step? I wasn't sure, but I did know one thing. I would
not take her hints and push her sexually. When she was ready for
it, she was going to have to ask me.

And what about Rachel and Jess? Rachel had told me what happened
when she came home from her date with Neal. It made me think
about our first naked dinner. Should I have had her clean off
Rachel when I was done? With her tongue? They were mother and
daughter, but they looked enough alike that with a little work
they could be mistaken for sisters. Very hot, very sexy sisters.

I knew that they had both been with other women. How much would
it take to have them be with each other? Would that be a line
they were ready to cross? Would that be a line that I would be
ready to cross? How would I feel about seeing Rachel go down on
her mother? Or Jess go down on her daughter. Aw, hell, who was I
kidding?

And speaking of incest, there was Michelle. My lovely sister
Michelle. My sexy sister Michelle. Where was that going? In May,
I had not even seen her naked. Now I've seen her in sexual
relations with another woman. I've seen her using Rachel, pushing
her. And ,ore importantly, I've seen Rachel pushing Michelle.
Michelle was becoming more comfortable thinking about me in a
sexual way, and more comfortable having me think of her in a
sexual way. What was going to happen there?

I had to put Michelle out of my mind for now. One family's issues
were enough for me to deal with at a time. And I was dealing with
their issues. Rachel had all these unresolved sexual feelings.
She was a masochistic submissive, and I was tasked with finding
her limits and helping her learn to control her feelings so that
they didn't control her.

Jess, on the other hand, knew exactly what her limits were, and
she'd had her feelings under control. But now that control was
fraying, and I would have to deal with that soon enough.

So while I was certainly reaping the benefits of my relationship
with the Millers, it was a lot to have on my seventeen year old
mind. I should be thinking about how to cop a feel of my date in
the backseat of my car, not what permutations of an incestuous
three-way (or four-way) I should be getting into!

Ah, well. As a wise man once said, with great powers come great
responsibilities.

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We were eating an early dinner on a Friday night, and Jeff seemed
a little nervous, which surprised me. Jeff rarely gets nervous,
and even now, it was barely noticeable, but it was there. I knew
that it wasn't because of the two naked women in front of him,
because that was normal. I had even invited Michelle over for
dinner as well, but Jeff had nixed that invitation.

After dinner, Jeff said, "Rachel, go use the bathroom, then come
back."

I was confused, but I went. It actually gave me a little thrill,
being ordered to relieve myself that way, like I didn't even have
a right to decide when I was supposed to go to the bathroom.

When I got back, Jeff said, "We are going downstairs to the
basement." I shrugged my shoulders, but I heard my mother gasp. I
looked at her strangely, but I still didn't know what was going
on. I followed Jeff downstairs, and I noticed Mom following me.

We walked to the back of the basement and I saw Jeff pull a key
chain off of his neck. He went up to the closet and unlocked the
door, though he did not open it. Where did he get the key from,
and why? My parents always told me that we had lost the key. I
looked at my mother, even more confused, and it didn't help when
I saw the glazed, fearful expression in her eyes.

Jeff reached into a box and pulled out a collar and a leash! Were
they for me? Goody! He reached up and hung the collar on a peg
near the closet door.

"At no time may you open this door yourself," Jeff told me in a
very serious tone of voice. "When the door is open, you may
enter, but only naked, wearing this collar, and on your hands and
knees. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, though I was still confused.

Jeff reached into the box and pulled another collar out and
placed it on a peg on the other side of the door.

"What is that one for?" I asked.

"For now, nothing," he said, though I heard my mother's sharp
intake of breath. I looked over at her and her expression was a
cross between sheer terror and naked yearning. I knew exactly who
that second collar was for, and I knew that it wasn't for today.
But I knew that one day I would see it around her neck.

Jeff reached up and got my collar off of the wall. "Put it on,"
he said.

I struggled with it a little, but it was my collar, and I was
going to get it on me. When it was on, he pointed to the floor in
front of the door. I got down on my hands and knees and wiggled
my ass in the air playfully. Then I saw the expression on his
face, and I wasn't sure that playful was the mood I should be in
right now.

Jeff opened the door, and I was shocked when I saw the corridor
leading away. He motioned me ahead of him, and I crawled down the
hall. Just before the end there was a right turn, and before I
took it I glanced back into my basement. My mother was still
standing where we had left her, rooted to the same spot. I turned
the corner and stumbled to a stop when I saw what was there.

My mind was spinning, racing in circles, trying to come to some
conclusion about what I was seeing. This could not have been
Jeff's work. Some of it he could have secretly brought in, but
most of it would have needed multiple people to get in. This had
to have been here before, which meant that it was my mother's and
father's. Which also explained some of my mother's reactions in
the basement.

"Stand up, my slut," Jeff said.

I did as he asked, and I turned around, trying to see everywhere.
He gently took hold of my chin and pointed my face so that I was
looking into his eyes.

"You asked me to punish you, to hurt you, to use your body as I
see fit," he said quietly, almost gently. "Look around you now.
Look at what I may do to you, and then ask me again."

I was about to respond, when I realized that I should do as he
asked. It was a truly a frightening site, especially from the
perspective of the one that would be on the receiving end of
everything. There were paddles and leather straps and ropes and
whips and chains and knives and feathers. I was terrified and I
was excited.

And then I realized what Jeff was nervous about. He didn't know
how I would react. He didn't know if I would run screaming. But I
think mostly, he was afraid that I would not. And if that were
the case, I was about to disappoint him.

I dropped to my knees in front of Jeff, held the end of my leash
up and said, "Jeff, please feel free to use anything in this room
that you'd like on me. I trust you completely, and I am glad that
you are willing to do this for me."

He just shook his head, then he took the leash and pulled me to
my feet with it. He kissed me violently, then backed off.

"I haven't really pushed you to what I thought a breaking point
was," he told me. "That is about to change. As a result, I want
you to pick a safe word. This is a word that you will use if the
pain is too much. When you use the word, everything is over. I
will not touch you again for a week after you use it. It is your
word of last resort.

"In addition, until I get to know how your body works better, I
want you to pick a warning word. When you use that word, I will
know that you are in some distress, but it will be up to me to
decide whether I will modify my actions, and we may still
continue. Do you understand what the difference is?"

I nodded my head. I was nervous that he felt he needed those
words, however as usual, with nervousness came excitement.

"What are your words?" he asked me.

"Ketchup and Mustard," I said.

"Which is which?" he asked.

"Ketchup is red, so it means stop," I explained. "Mustard is
yellow, so it means slow down." He smiled at me, and I was happy
at that, since it was the first smile of the day.

"Are you ready to begin?" he asked.

I nodded nervously. Jeff handed me something, and slipped a band
around my wrist. It was a small black box with a dial in the
front.

"What is this?" I asked.

He reached over and flicked a switch on the box. It started
clicking slowly. "This is a metronome," he said. He smiled and
said, "Think of it as measuring the rhythm of your pain."

I glanced at him with a confused look.

"When you are able to completely tolerate what I am doing," he
explained, "it will beat like this. As your tolerance for the
pain that I am inflicting decreases, you will turn the dial." He
turned the dial up, and the beat went faster and faster. "When
you can barely take it, it should be here," he said, as he turned
it until it was almost a continuous click.

"This way, we'll both learn your limits," he told me. "Now, if
you are ready..."

He led me over to a large X. He stretched my hands well above my
head and fastened them into cuffs that were embedded in the X.
Then he did the same for my ankles, so that I was held up by just
the bonds on my extremities.

I was considering turning the metronome up a notch when he walked
behind me and pulled some sort of lever. The X leaned back until
it was at a forty five degree angle, then it clicked into place.

Jeff walked up between my legs, smiling evilly. "I have you in my
clutches now!" he said in a cartoon villain's voice. Then he
started running his fingers lightly up and down my body. It
caused me to shiver with pleasure, at least until he ran them
down my sides, which caused me to squeal and squirm as he tickled
me.

Finally, he leaned over and kissed me lightly on my pussy, then
he went to the wall and got one of the items. "This is a
slapper," he said, showing me how it had a couple of pieces of
leather connected on one side to a handle. He raised his arm and
brought it down on my stomach. It made a loud sound that startled
me, but I realized that it didn't hurt that much. At least until
he did it again, harder, on my thigh. It wasn't the worst pain
that I'd ever felt, but I knew it was just the beginning.

He only hit me a few times with the slapper. It seemed that he
was going to try out a goodly number of the items on the wall,
with me being the lucky recipient. Before he used each item on
me, he would hold it up and introduce it to me. He would tell me
its name, and then explain how it was to be used.

He showed me crops, which have a hard leather surface at the end
and thud into my breasts and thighs so hard. He showed me
paddles, which he used on my legs, but left mostly for another
time, when I was face down. He showed me different things made of
different kinds of material, which he used on my breasts, stomach
and pussy. He showed me canes, which he swished through the air,
but which he told me I was not ready for yet.

For the first half hour he demonstrated each piece lightly, with
the slow ticking of the metronome in the background. Then he
picked up a whip with many thin leather straps, and he really got
to work. He started with my thighs, and he did it a lot harder
than he had before. He worked his way up my side, getting my hips
and waist without touching my pussy. He was flicking the whip,
and each stroke was fast and sharp, causing pain to go flashing
through my body.

My hand involuntarily clicked the dial up a few notches the first
time the tails on the whip hit my breast. Jeff worked his way
around the other side of my body, starting at my breast and
moving down to my leg. He then stood below me and aimed a couple
of shots at the balls of my feet. Damn! Who knew my feet were so
sensitive. Then he walked up between my legs, increasing the
strength of the slaps on the inside of each of my legs as he
moved up. I had been slowly increasing the beat of the metronome,
and it was now clicking at a reasonably fast pace.

I shoved the dial all the way up and screamed as he landed a
really hard blow right on my open, dripping pussy. I watched him
looking at me, with the metronome clamoring in the background, as
he drew his hand back and repeated his swing. He did it one more
time before he leaned over and kissed my abused pussy. He stood
right between my legs, looking down at me, and he held the whip
up to my face.

"Kiss the whip, and thank me for using it on you," he said.

It took me a few minutes before I was able to, then I leaned
forward and kissed it. "Thank you Jeff. Thank you for doing this.
Please, can I cum?"

He looked at me and smiled. "I don't know. I abused you pretty
hard. Can you cum?"

Can I cum? Was he out of his mind? He had to be able to see my
pulsing labia. He had to see the fluids pooling under my ass. Had
to know that it would take so little to push me over the edge!

"Please, I'm begging you like a true slut!" I told him. "Please
make me cum. Fuck me. Use me any way you want! Please!"

He smiled and dropped his pants. He pulled my hips further down,
stretching my arms out even more painfully, and he shoved his
cock into me. I was wet and loose, so he went in easily, but it
hurt like hell! My pussy was sore from the whipping that it had
received, and every stroke increased the pain, but that did not
stop me from cumming hard around his cock. He pounded into me,
but it was not long before I felt him spurting into my abused
pussy.

He leaned forward on me, resting after his exertions. "Do you
think I'm a horrible pain slut?" I asked. I was nervous about how
he would react to my behavior.

"No," he told me, "I think that you are a wonderful pain slut.
And I think that in a few months time, you'll be able to take
many more of those strokes without turning the dial up more than
half way."

My cunt shuddered around his cock as I came a little at the
thought of months of this treatment! Finally, Jeff got up and
unfastened me. He helped me stand up and he walked me back out of
the dungeon. When we got out, I saw that my mother was still
standing there.

She ran up to me and asked, "Are you all right?"

I nodded as she hugged me.

"I'm so proud of you," she said. "You behaved so well for your
master!"

My master. Mmmmm. I hadn't really referred to Jeff as my master,
but it was clear that Mom thought of him that way. I would have
to talk with Jeff about that at some point.

Jeff closed and locked the door, then helped me remove my collar
and place it back on the peg. He turned to my mother and said,
"Jess, please take care of her tonight."

"I will, Jeff," she replied, going to Jeff and hugging him. I was
surprised to see that there were tears in her eyes, and they were
red and puffy, as if she had been crying. She grabbed Jeff and
planted a big kiss on his mouth. "Thank you for taking such good
care of my baby!" she told him. He smiled weakly, then left the
house.

Mom took me up to bed, cleaned me off and tucked me in. Before
she left I said, "Mom, we are going to have a long talk about you
and dad one day soon!" She nodded with a sad smile on her face as
she left the room.

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*Chapter 24: Jess*

I was sitting at the table, Rachel holding my arms. Jeff had just
walked out, and Rachel was lying across from me, cum pooled on
her back. The room smelled of sex and I had just experienced the
best orgasm that I had in years, and all while my cunt was
untouched.

"You are soooooooo fucked!" Rachel whispered at me, and I knew
that she was right. I had perfectly good intentions: I would
tease Jeff, let him dominate me, but keep the sexuality to the
level of teasing. And now I knew what Rachel clearly understood:
I was fucked. It wouldn't happen today. Not tomorrow either. But
one day soon, despite my best intentions, I would be down on my
knees, begging Jeff to fuck me.

Sigh.

I stood up and walked around behind Rachel. She showed no desire
to get up from where she was lying, and if her orgasm was as good
as it seemed, I could completely understand why she didn't want
to move.

I looked down at my daughter's back, examining the cum pooled on
it. I ran my forefinger through a puddle and lifted some to my
face, smelling it before popping my finger into my mouth to
taste. I hadn't tasted cum since Gary had died, and I didn't
realize how much I missed it. I glanced back down at Rachel,
seeing the cum pooling in the small of her back, seeing it
dripping between the cheeks of her ass, seeing her own juices
glistening on her pussy. It was all I could do to keep myself
from bending over and licking the cum off of her.

With a deep sigh I went to the sink and moistened a towel so that
I could wash her off. I went back to her and cleaned her up. When
I was done cleaning her back I ran the rough cloth through her
pussy, wiping up her juices as well. She moaned a little, but she
was so satiated that she did not even move.

"Come to bed, my slutty daughter," I told her. That caused a
shiver, and I helped her stand. I walked to her room with her and
helped her to her bed, then kissed her on the forehead and said
good night.

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After that day, Jeff continued to come over, but did nothing
sexual with me. He flirted a little, but nothing that would have
been out of place if we were both wearing clothes. But of course,
I wasn't. I was still determined not to go as far as sex, but I
took pains to brush up against him, present my tits in his face
and wiggle my ass in his general direction.

But that bastard, as my daughter calls him, ignored me. Actually,
that is not fair. Jef showed appreciation for my body and what I
did with it, but that is all he did. He didn't take it any
further. The bastard.

It was bad enough when he was just hanging out. On a few
occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I
watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to
be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my
daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass
almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt.

When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new
world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose
pressed up to the window of the candy store and no money in my
pocket. I knew I was being stupid, but how would Rachel feel if
her mother came begging to borrow her boyfriend? And even though
he seemed to like me, would he really want to have sex with
someone as old as me. So I distanced myself, closed myself down a
little, and let Jeff and Rachel have their fun.

One night I came home from work, and Rachel asked if I could come
see something in her room.

"I just need to get undressed," I told her.

"Can you just come now for a minute?" she asked.

I sighed, but followed her. What she showed me did not seem that
important, but it took about a half hour. After she was done, I
went to my room, got undressed, then went down to make dinner.

Jeff came to dinner, and Rachel was quite happy to see him.
Towards the end of dinner, Rachel said to Jeff, "Mom misbehaved
today."

I looked at Rachel in surprise, but Jeff asked, "Really? How did
she misbehave?"

"She came home, and she stayed dressed for a half hour before she
took off her clothes, and you specifically told us that we had to
be naked in the house," Rachel said.

I couldn't believe it! "But it was only because..." I started to
defend myself, but Rachel cut me off.

"Did you or did you not stay dressed after you came home?" she
asked.

"I did, but..." I started, when she interrupted me again.

"And what is the rule about being dressed in the house?" she
asked.

"I need to get undressed as soon as I come home," I said quietly.
The bitch had set me up! She had set up her own mother!

"I think that she needs to be punished, Jeff," Rachel said.

Jeff had been sitting back, enjoying the interplay between me and
Rachel. He had a smile on his face, and he said, "It's true that
if I don't maintain discipline, then who knows what would happen
around here."

"Go get the strap," Jeff instructed Rachel. He held out his hand
and pulled me up and directed me to the couch. He leaned me over
the back of the couch and pushed me down so that my hands were
resting on the seat of the couch and my ass was up in the air.

Oh my god! He was going to punish me. I wasn't just going to get
a spanking, I was going to get the strap! I had watched him strap
Rachel, and every time he did, I had to go masturbate immediately
afterwards, although, to be fair, I had to go jill-off every time
he punished Rachel in any way.

Rachel came running back and I heard her hand the strap to Jeff.
I heard the swish as he swung it through the air, and then Rachel
came to stand in front of me.

"You will get one stroke for each minute that you were dressed
while you were at home," Jeff said. "How many do you get?"

I looked right into my conniving slut of a daughter's eyes and
said, "Forty five, please." Rachel got a surprised look on her
face when she realized that I was lying. We both knew that it was
less than thirty. Nonetheless, Jeff stepped forward and started
administering my punishment.

I savored the first stroke like I would a glass of cold water on
a blazingly hot day. It was delicious and soothing. I counted off
each one, and with each number I became more breathless than the
one before. I felt myself building and building, until finally,
when Jeff had reached thirty strokes, I came. My head exploded!
It made the cum that Jeff gave me weeks ago pale by comparison.

I couldn't even breathe, yet Jeff kept laying the strap onto my
ass. I don't know how many strokes I missed, but when I got my
breath back I continued counting with thirty one.

By the time Jeff reached forty five, I was on the verge of
cumming again. Jeff stopped, and I stayed draped across the
couch, wiggling my ass in the air. I wanted more! How could he
just stop? Jeff just stood behind me. I could feel him watching
me, and I couldn't take it. Finally I said, "Please!"

"Please what?" Jeff asked.

He knew what I wanted, just as Rachel did, but he was going to
make me ask! I couldn't believe he was going to make me beg for
it in front of my daughter!

"Please," I pleaded desperately.

"I punished you, as is my right," Jeff said with a smile in his
voice. "I wouldn't dream of overstepping my boundaries."

I looked into his eyes, embarrassment written across my face as I
begged, "Please, please make me cum."

"That would be something sexual, wouldn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Well, Jess, the rules that you laid down state that sexual
activity is OK if you agree," he said. "Are you agreeing that it
is OK for me to perform a sexual act on you right now?"

"God, yes!" I moaned. Screw my resolve. Screw my morals. Please,
just let him screw me!

I thought that Jeff would fuck me, I hoped that Jeff would fuck
me, but he didn't. Instead, he took the strap and swung it
underhand, and the strap slammed into my pussy lips. I screamed
and came and came and came.

Jeff stood back and watched me cum, and he watched Rachel watch
me cum. When I was finished, Jeff laid the strap across my back
and said, "Rachel, it is your responsibility to clean her up and
take care of her tonight. Thank you both for a lovely evening."
And with that, Jeff walked out of our house.

Rachel watched as he walked out the door, a look of surprise and
lust on her face. "That boy has entirely too much self control!"
she complained. Then she helped me up and took me to my bed. She
gently rubbed lotion on my ass, and tucked me into bed.

"You lied to him about length of time that you were dressed," she
told me.

"You set me up to be punished," I countered.

"You needed to cum," she told me.

"You are an evil, evil daughter, and I love you very much," I
said, pulling her into a hug. Then I went to sleep.

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*Chapter 25: The Inevitable Decision*

I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds coming down the
hallway. I slowly slipped the collar and leash off the wall and
placed it around my neck. Since my first and only punishment at
Jeff's hands, I had been anticipating and dreading this moment.
Jeff, however, did not make it easy for me.

Despite the fact that I practically threw myself at Jeff,
brushing against him, wiggling in front of him, doing everything
but offering my body to him, Jeff just treated me as the mom of
his friend. I knew what he wanted.

Jeff was not going to take me; I would have to give myself to
him. I don't know why, but I fought it. I don't know if I felt
that he was too young, if I thought he was Rachel's, if it would
ruin my relationship with Rachel, if I thought I would be
betraying Gary. Over the course of the weeks I'd played all the
ideas through my head, and I still didn't have an answer to that
question.

But I did have an answer to another important question: Would I
give myself to Jeff?

I got down and my hands and knees and started crawling down the
endless hallway. When I finally entered the room, I glanced up,
and what I saw impressed me.

Rachel was chained to the wall. Her arms were spread wide, there
was a spreader bar on her ankles, and from the middle of the
spreader was another bar, perpendicular and centered, heading
straight up to her crotch. Attached to the top was a large dildo
which was firmly embedded in her cunt. Her hair was in a
ponytail, with a large weight tied to it. She had a ball gag in
her mouth and attached to fasteners around it were chains
attached tautly to her nipple rings. If the weight on her hair
pulled her head back, it would stretch her nipples up. If she
moved her head down to relieve the pain on her nipples, her hair
was pulled harder. Any movement in any direction was certain to
cause excruciating pain to some part of her body. I could feel my
pussy leaking juices.

A few times every minute, Jeff swung a whip at her. Sometimes he
would hit her, sometimes he would not, but each time he swung she
would flinch, pulling her hair or her nipples and burying the
dildo deeper. It was simply heavenly. I wished it was me.

Jeff had just swung and connected with her tits, when he noticed
that I was in the room. I crawled over to Jeff and put my head
down near his foot.

"I can't see your face when you're like that," he told me. "In
here, you look into my eyes unless you are unable to."

I looked up at him. "Please," I said quietly.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please punish me," I answered.

"For what?" he asked.

"Because you can," I said. "Because I need it."

"But if it's just punishment for punishment's sake, that would be
sexual," Jeff said.

"Yes, it would," I replied.

"And that is OK with you?" he asked.

"May I set the rules?" I asked.

Jeff nodded.

Rachel had told me the rules that she had set for Jeff. Rule one:
no permanent marks. Rule two: he can't do anything that would
make him lose respect for her. Rule three: it ends after
graduation.

"Rule number two," I said, and then I stopped speaking.

"What about rule number one?" he asked after a few moments of
silence.

"It doesn't apply," I said. He could mark me as he chose.

"And rule number three?" he asked.

"It doesn't apply," I said. I knew that regardless of what I
would have said, I would be his until he tired of me.

"What about other rules?" he asked.

"Only those that you impose on me," I replied.

"How are you going to feel when I fuck you in front of your
daughter, knowing that she understands you are so desperate
you've begged to have her boyfriend fuck you?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what he was trying to get me to feel, but it almost
made me laugh. "If you think that it will humiliate me, you are
wrong," I said. "My daughter loves me, and she would want what is
best for me, and I am sure she knows what is best for me."

Jeff looked over at Rachel, who was still bound and gagged. She
shook her head a little and moaned into her gag. He released her
gag (tugging on her nipple chains a bit first), then asked, "You
have something to say?"

"Please, will you do this for me?" she asked.

"Do what?" he asked her.

"Don't be cruel," she begged him. "Please punish my mother like
she asked you, and then fuck her like she deserves to be fucked!"

Have I mentioned how much I love my daughter? This was her owner,
and she was giving him to me! I would have to find a suitable way
to repay her!

"For such a dutiful little slut, I'll grant your wish," he said,
kissing Rachel on her lips. I gasped in anticipation. I was going
to get what I so desperately needed!

Jeff replaced the ball gag harness, but left the gag out. He
reattached her nipple rings and then started rearranging
furniture. He set up an adjustable bench in front of Rachel, and
he had my lie down so that I was looking right at my daughter,
and she could see my face. He tied my arms down and made sure I
was comfortable.

I couldn't see what Jeff was doing, but I could hear him getting
something down off of the wall. He stood behind me and asked,
"Are you sure that there are no restrictions?"

"None," I said.

I saw Rachel's eyes widen just as I heard the hiss of the whip
through the air. He landed one right on my ass, and pain
blossomed through my body. I felt like screaming, but I didn't. I
felt like laughing at how good it felt, but I didn't. I just
gasped and sighed contentedly.

My contented feeling didn't last long, however, as Jeff continued
my punishment, and soon I was moaning and crying in pain. It hurt
so much, and I had missed it so much! I was crying from the pain.
I was crying from the release. I was crying from the feelings of
loneliness that knowing it was not Gary behind me brought. I was
crying because there was finally someone to take me in hand. I
was crying because he was my daughter's friend, and he would not
be my keeper forever. I was crying because I was so close to
cumming.

"Just one more," Jeff said, "and then I fuck you. Where do you
want it?"

"On my pussy!" I cried out, but Jeff had anticipated me. The
answer came out as "On my puuuuuusssssssyyyyyyy!" as I screamed
the last word in response to the vicious stroke that Jeff
administered.

Jeff was already naked from his preparations for my daughter, so
all he did was step between my legs and sink his cock quickly
into my abused pussy. He had just landed a huge blow onto my
delicate region, and on top of that I had not had sex for three
years. Despite that, I shrieked with joy and started cumming
immediately. Jeff continued to pump me as I came, and after about
three or four minutes of continuous cumming, I collapsed on the
bench.

Jeff, however, ignored the fact that I was semi-comatose and
simply continued sawing in and out of me. After about ten minutes
he pulled out, walked to the front of the bench and jerked off
onto my unresponsive face. I couldn't move, but I could smile at
him and Rachel through the globs of cum on my face. I felt
happier than I had since my husband died.

After resting for a few minutes, Jeff went over to Rachel and
detached her from all his implements of pleasure. He then lifted
her into his arms and carried her upstairs. He was back a few
minutes later and he unfastened me, then carried me upstairs to
my bed as well. I was impressed; I hadn't realized how strong
Jeff was becoming. He placed me onto my bed, right next to
Rachel.

 From the angle that she was at while bound in the playroom,
Rachel apparently did not have a good view of my ass and back.
She gasped as she saw the damage, and there was some damage. Jeff
had not held back, and as much as he might have read up and
practiced with all the gear, he was still not an expert. He
kissed the top of my head, then kissed Rachel.

"It's your responsibility to clean her up and put her to bed," he
instructed Rachel. "I want you to sleep in here and hold her all
night. I have to go now."

With that, he left the house. Rachel went to the bathroom and got
some wet washcloths and antiseptic. I was finally able to start
thinking enough to instruct her on how to clean me up and how to
put cream on the sores.

"I think he went too far," she told me

"No, he did not," I said in an assured tone. "He knew what I
needed, and he provided it. He did better than most people twice
his age. When he comes back, I am going to get down on my knees
and thank him for what he did. And when I am up to it, I will get
down on my knees in front of you and thank you for encouraging
him."

I kissed Rachel on her lips and pulled her close. Rachel held me
as I took stock in how my body felt. Sore, but satisfied, I
decided.

After a while, Rachel asked, "What are we going to do after
June?"

"Don't worry," I told her. "These things have a way of working
themselves out."

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*Chapter 26: Anne*

Anne was a girl that I knew only slightly. We were more
acquaintances than friends. After September, however, she started
to say hi to me a little more, and she seemed to always be
looking at me.

Anne was a cute girl, but she didn't work at it. She had
blondish/brown hair, and with a little work could have made
herself look real pretty, but she never wore makeup. The way that
she dressed made her look mousy and she was almost pathologically
shy. That was why I was surprised when, on a number of occasions
she attempted to strike up a conversation. I probably would have
talked to her under any circumstances, but I really had lost many
of the friends that I used to hang out with, so I was willing to
take just about anyone that would accept me.

Our first conversations were fairly innocuous, but towards the
end of the fall, she finally sprung the conversation that she had
clearly been working herself up to have.

"How does it feel, being that way?" she asked me one day when we
were alone.

"What way?" I asked.

"You know..." she said.

"Oh, you mean a slut?" I asked with a smile. I assumed this
conversation would come up. Most of my friends had asked me at
one time why I had become such a slut.

"No, I mean, how does it feel to be Jeff's slave?" she asked.

I was shocked. First of all, while I listened to everything that
he said, I wasn't sure that I considered myself to be his slave.
Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most
of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance what
to do, but I would do it myself. For the most part in school, we
still acted like friends. If I ever walked into school wearing a
collar and leash and being led around, I was pretty sure he would
have someone else do it.

So the fact that Anne had decided that I was a slave, and that I
was Jeff's slave, meant that she had been paying far better
attention than anyone else.

"What makes you say that I am Jeff's slave?" I asked.

"I've seen the marks on you when you shower," she explained.
"They are mostly faded, but I can tell by the bruises and marks
that you are being whipped and beaten. Your attitude and demeanor
tells me that you don't object to them, so I don't think that you
are doing this against your will.

"And I've seen the way that you look at Jeff, and more
importantly, I've seen the way that Jeff watches over you. It's
like he is always watching out, making sure that nothing too bad
happens. Anytime that you do something really outrageous, he is
somewhere nearby, as if he's ready to jump in if there is a
problem."

"Really?" I asked. Anne nodded, and I thought about what she had
said. It was true. Jeff was always watching out for me. He
accepted the role that I thrust upon him, and he took his job
seriously. It made me want to go find him right now and give him
a really big kiss, and probably a blowjob too.

"So what is it like?" Anne prompted.

"Why do you want to know?" I countered.

Anne just looked down and muttered something about being curious.

"Oh, no you don't," I said. "If I am going to share my deepest
sexual secrets, you're going to have to do better than that. You
did not ask out of simple curiosity!"

Anne mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I want to be a slave," she said in a low voice.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes," she said, looking at me right in the eye for the first
time since she asked the question. "I want to belong to someone.
I want to belong to someone who will whip me and beat me like
Jeff does to you. I want to know what it feels like to be
completely under someone's control, to be unable to protest as
they hurt you. Please tell me what it is like!"

I sat back and thought about that for a minute, and then I
started talking to her. It turned out that she was a complete
virgin. She had never been with anyone, man or woman, but she was
an avid reader, and her favorite genre was BDSM. She dreamed of
being kidnapped and raped, being a harem girl, being a slave. She
did not enjoy the humiliation that I did, but she wanted the
pain, the bondage, the servitude.

I thought about her, and I compared her to me. Her home life was
not anything like mine. She had very strict parents who seemed to
want to keep her a baby forever. They did not let her do all the
things that a teenager wanted. I thought about how I was feeling
before I asked Jeff for the Favor, and I realized that when Anne
went away to college, she might end up even worse than I was
afraid I would.

We talked some more, and the conversations seemed to help her.
She was the first person other than my mother to whom I told the
whole story of the Favor. I explained why I asked for the Favor,
and what Jeff was doing. She was so envious.

One day I asked her, "Do you want to come to my house after
school, and maybe I can show you some of my stuff?"

"I couldn't today," she said. "My parents expect me home."

"What if I have my mother call and tell her that we need to study
together for a project?" I asked. "She could explain that it is
just me and her that live there, and that you can stay for
dinner. Do you think that they'd let you do that?"

"I can ask," she said excitedly. I gave her a hug and we went on
our way.

That night she called and said that her parents had agreed, but
they wanted to make sure that it was OK with my mom. I told Mom
that I wanted Anne to come over, but that her parents were really
strict. I decided that at this point, I would not violate Anne's
confidence and tell her about Anne.

The next day at school, I didn't see Anne too much, but when I
did see her she seemed to be bubbling with excitement. I had told
Jeff that I would be unavailable after school, and he was OK with
that. After school, we walked to my house, and Anne could barely
contain her excitement.

We walked into the house, and as soon as we closed the door I
began removing my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Anne asked.

"No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I said. OK,
so I was exaggerating a little bit. Call it poetic license.
However Anne was a lot like me, only more unsure of herself, and
I knew that someone saying that to me would get my engine going.

Anne looked around nervously. "But what about your mother?" she
asked.

"No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I repeated.

By this point I was completely naked, and I just stood there
looking at her. She looked me up and down and asked, "Me too?"

"No women may wear clothes in this house of slavery," I intoned.

She gulped mightily, and then she started unbuttoning her shirt.
As I have mentioned, her clothes were not stylish. They looked
like Sears standard, and they did little to flatter her. She
removed the shirt, and I was surprised. Beneath the baggy shirt
that she wore were a set of truly impressive tits, encased in a
truly utilitarian white bra. She unfastened her baggy jeans, and
pushed them off, so that she was standing in her large white bra,
large white panties and white sweat socks.

I shook my head in disbelief and motioned to her that the rest
should go. She reached down and pulled off her socks, trying to
delay the inevitable. I know that she had to shower with
everyone, but she must do it in a corner or late, because I don't
remember ever seeing her body before.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then she pulled it
off her arms. She quickly pushed the plain white panties down her
legs and stepped out of them, then stood with her arms held
awkwardly to her side, her eyes cast to the ground, clearly
uncomfortable and worried about my judgment.

"Wow," was all I said. Her blondish/brown hair came down over one
shoulder, almost covering her nipple. Her breasts were large, at
least a D-cup. She had large pink areolas with puffy pink
nipples. She was not skinny, but not fat either; she was
curvaceous. She had wide hips and sexy legs. Between her hips she
had a large brown bush. Her hands instinctively went to cover up
her pussy when she glanced up and saw me looking at it.

I twirled my finger in a circle, indicating that she should spin
for me, and she did. She had a wide, sexy ass, with a good amount
of padding.

"Girl, with your body, you should definitely *not* be covering
up," I told her when she was facing me again. "You should be
showing it off. Man, I wish I had your tits!"

She blushed and looked down. I leaned forward, and in a low voice
said, "If I had your tits, Jeff would tit-fuck me every chance he
got. And the devices he would put on my nipples. Oooo." I
shuddered just thinking about it.

"Do you want to get a drink?" I asked.

"OK," she muttered, and I led her to the kitchen. She was _very_
uncomfortable just sitting there having a drink and a snack with
no clothes on. But that was OK with me; I wanted her to get used
to it.

After our snack I asked, "Are you ready to come up to my room and
see some of my toys?"

She nodded eagerly. I sent her up the stairs in front of me, so
that I could see her ass. It's funny, because I never used to be
this attracted to girls, but ever since Michelle I've been
looking at girls in a different way.

When we got to my room, I had Anne sit down at the head of my
bed, and I went to the toy box and pulled it out. "Most of the
really good stuff I don't have permission to show you," I told
Anne. "These are just the things that we keep around the house
for the run of the mill punishments."

I started laying things out on the foot of the bed, and it struck
me that I had turned into a really perverse girl! I had a crop, a
strap, a couple of whips, cuffs, a few collars and leashes,
clamps, chains and assorted clips and binding devices. And these
were just the things *outside* of the playroom.

As I laid each item on the bed, Anne's eyes got bigger and
bigger, and her breathing got shallower and shallower. Her hand
involuntarily reached out a couple of times, as if she wanted to
touch something but she was afraid to.

"You can touch them if you'd like," I said. For the next ten
minutes, Anne carefully examined all the items on the bed.

When she had finished, she asked meekly, "Can I use some of
them?"

I examined her carefully, and then said, "You know, if we use
these I will most likely get excited." Ha! As if my juices
weren't already running down my legs. "If I do, something will
have to be done about that. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but she was distracted by what was in front of her.

"When you asked to use them, did you mean that you wanted to use
them on me, or that I should use them on you?" I asked.

She looked surprised at the question, and said, "You should use
me. I mean, you should use them on me." Her tone implied that
there could not have been another possibility.

"Well, the thing is, I enjoy the feel of them too, so I may have
you use some of them on me as well. Would that be OK?" I asked.

She nodded her head jerkily.

"Give me your hands," I ordered. She held her hands out and I
slipped the cuffs onto them. Her breathing increased even more.

"You've never done this before, have you?" I asked.

"Not with things like this," she said, "but I've tried using
belts on myself, and pins and paper clips and binders."

"Well, I don't know how much pain you think you want versus how
much pain you can take, so I am going to stop when you tell me to
stop or when you say no, do you understand?"

She nodded, but she didn't seem to be paying attention. I slapped
her across her face hard. She gasped and looked at me.

"Pay attention to me," I said. "Do you understand that I will
stop when you tell me to?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said.

"Oh no, I'm not a mistress," I told her. "I'm just a sub trying
to help out another sub. Keep that Mistress talk for when you
really have one! Now are you ready to begin?"

She nodded and I began. I thought that I was a real pain slut,
but Anne put me to shame. Her response to everything that I did
was 'More' and 'Harder'. And her body was made for taking
punishment. Her ass was padded and the sound of the paddle
striking it was beautiful. The crop made perfect triangular marks
on her ass. When I turned her over, her big puffy nipples seemed
made for clamps. And when I used the whip on her pussy as she
insisted, her juices sprayed everywhere and she came like a
banshee.

My arm tired before her body did, and I was so excited by her
reactions I couldn't take it any more. "I need to cum!" I cried.

"Make me," she moaned.

"What?" I asked.

"Make me pleasure you!" she begged.

I rolled onto my back and said, "Eat me, you pain slut!" She dove
right in. She wasn't nearly good as Jeff, but what she lacked in
skill she made up for in exuberance. She tried getting every part
of me with her tongue, and she knew how to use her teeth on my
sensitive parts: hard!

I was quickly cumming, but I felt like it wasn't enough. I shoved
her back and flung myself across her lap. "Spank me!" I demanded.

She started, but it wasn't enough. "Spank me like you would want
to be spanked!" I commanded. That did the trick, and she started
whaling on my ass.

I let her continue spanking me, getting me closer and closer,
then I yelled, "Use your fingers on me!" She grabbed my clit
between her fingers and squeezed, making me scream out my orgasm
in pain. I collapsed on her lap, and her hand gently rubbed my
raw ass as I recovered.

I rolled over and pulled her head down into a deep kiss. "That
was nice," I said. "I hope it was good for you!"

She laughed a deep laugh, not the shy giggle that I was used to.
"That was... amazing," she said. "I always hoped, but never
believed, that it would be that good!"

"Ha!" I said. "You think that is good, you should see what
happens when Jeff is behind the whip! Or when he gets to use all
the tools that he has. Mmmmm."

Anne got a dreamy look on her face. "I wish," she said quietly,
and the wheels in my head started turning.

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*Chapter 27: Michelle*

Since that first day Jeff had me eat Michelle (a first for me!)
she has been acting schizophrenic around me. On some occasions,
she treated me like the toy I was. On others, she seemed more
frightened about me. Or perhaps it was not Michelle that was
schizophrenic, maybe I acted differently. Sometimes I was the
meek, submissive fuck toy. At other times I teased her and
implied that I would do things that she might not want done.
Whichever way it was, I enjoyed keeping her off balance.

The second time that we got together, I was sitting in Jeff's
living room when Michelle walked in.

"Jeff, I'm horny!" she said. "Can I use your toy?"

"Sure," Jeff said, not looking up from the book he was reading.
"Just leave your door open so I can check on her later."

We were hanging out, and Jeff just let me be borrowed like I was
a dildo, a piece of plastic to be passed from person to person.

"And clean her off when you're done," he told Michelle, driving
the image home in my mind.

Michelle crooked her finger at me with a sexy grin. I got up, and
she grabbed my hand when I got close to her and she dragged me up
to her room. She threw me onto her bed. She slipped her panties
off from under her skirt, jumped on the bed and straddled my
head. She rubbed her pussy across my face, and started fucking
me. That is the only way I could describe it. I had my tongue
out, and I kept swiping at her, but she moved her hips around,
moving however felt best for her.

She rode my face for about ten minutes, and when she came she
slammed down on my mouth, cutting off my air. I was starting to
worry about asphyxiating when she fell off to the side. She lay
there for a few minutes, then she got up, pulled me off the bed
and took me to the bathroom. She got a washcloth wet and cleaned
my face up, then took my hand and led me back downstairs.

"Thanks, I'm done with her," she said, and she walked out of the
room. Jeff was still buried in his book, and I just stood there,
my place as a toy solidified. I was wondering if Jeff had set
that up as I slipped my hand into my pants and quickly made
myself cum.

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A few weeks later, I was at home when there was a knock on my
back door. I slipped on my robe - there was always one hanging by
the door - and peered outside. I opened the door when I saw that
it was Michelle.

"Jeff's not here," I told her.

"That's OK," she told me, reaching up to stroke my face. "I just
came to play with his toy."

"Come in," I said. I closed the door behind her and slipped my
robe off, rehanging it by the door.

Michelle started reaching for me, but I held her off. "Jeff's not
here, and I'm not sure if it's OK for you to just come over and
play."

"Of course it's OK," she said.

"That's easy for you to say!" I told her. "Whose ass do you think
will take the consequences if you're wrong?" I turned and showed
her my ass which was still black and blue as a consequence of a
previous chastisement.

"But I'm horny!" Michelle whined.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll take care of you, but you
have to make it worth the risk."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You have to follow the house rules, and this time, I pleasure
you my way!" I told her.

"What are the house rules?" she asked.

"No woman in this house is allowed to wear clothes," I told her.
"You have to take them off, leave them by the door, and you can't
put them back on until you leave. Do you agree?"

"Who's home?" she asked.

"Just me for now," I said. "My mother will probably be home
before you go home, though."

"Won't she object?" Michelle asked.

"She's part of this household," I told her. "She follows the
rules."

Michelle was surprised. "Does Jeff fuck her?" she asked
breathlessly.

"Not yet," I told her, "but it would not be my place to complain
if he does."

"I told him when I heard about you, he is one damn lucky kid!"
Michelle said.

"He is, but he makes the best of his luck," I told her, and then
I started unbuttoning her shirt. She pushed me away and undressed
herself, folding her clothes and putting them in a neat pile on
the counter near the door.

When she was naked, I took her hand and walked her upstairs to my
room. I put her down on my bed, and kissed her gently on her
lips. I had done things to her before, but I was determined that
she would do me as well. Since I wasn't sure that she would
simply agree, I thought I'd get her so worked up that she would
do anything for me.

I slowly kissed down her body, exploring her body for the first
time. She had _very_ nice tits. Mine were nice, but I wished they
were just a little bigger, just the size that Michelle's were. It
was clear that they were very sensitive as well; as I nibbled on
them Michelle began moaning and breathing hard.

I worked her up, but I did not let her get too close. Then I
kissed down her body and spread her legs. The previous two times
with Michelle I had not had a chance to see her pussy clearly.
The first time, my head was under a blanket, and the second time
her pussy was pushed into me, my head under her skirt. This time
I took my time to look more closely.

Her pussy was a little different from mine. My clit stood out
proudly, and my lips hung down a little. Her pussy was self
contained. Her clit was hidden in its pouch, and nothing I did
could make it come out. Her pussy lips were also small and closed
up, though they expanded a bit as they got wet and puffy. I also
savored her taste, deciding that while I preferred the taste of a
guy's cum, there was nothing objectionable about pussy juice. A
good thing, too, since I suspect that Jeff would not leave me to
just do guys.

I started licking her slowly, and as I did so, I swung my legs
over her stomach so that she had a view of my ass and cunt. I
worked her higher and higher, but every time she started getting
close I backed off.

"Why are you teasing me?" she whined. "Just make me cum!"

"Well," I said teasingly, interspersing my words between licks on
her clit, "maybe it's because I am not that excited. Maybe if I
were closer to a cum I would be working harder." I wiggled my ass
towards her as I said it.

"But I don't do girls!" she complained.

"Neither did I, until I did you," I told her. She didn't respond,
and I brought her even closer before backing off. I felt her
hands on my ass, so this time I brought her closer and held her
there.

"I can't," she moaned as I moved my pussy closer to her face. I
moved my knees over her shoulders, and I knew that she was
staring into my dripping pussy; I could feel her breath on my
lips. I slipped a finger inside her and her breathing got even
hotter and faster. I held the finger just inside of her and I
held my tongue just on her clit, then I stopped moving.

Michelle's breathing was coming in pants now, and she finally
groaned and picked her head up, swiping my wet pussy with her
tongue. As soon as she did that I sank my finger deep into her
and started licking her seriously, but after about five seconds I
stopped.

I waited, and then she grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy down
onto her mouth. She started licking me furiously, and I let her
do so for about half a minute before I went back to dining on
her. I was close, but she was closer, and less than a minute of
work had her going over the edge. As she started cumming I pulled
one of my fingers out of her pussy and pushed it into her little
asshole.

"No!" she screamed, but I kept up my assault and she kept
cumming. When she was finished, I pulled my fingers out, but kept
licking lightly on her pussy.

During her orgasm, Michelle had stopped licking me. Now that she
was done, I was curious what she would do. That was soon answered
as she grabbed my ass again and pulled me down to her mouth. With
just a few minutes of effort on her part, I was cumming
gloriously. When I was all finished, I rolled off and lay next to
her, kissing her lips lightly.

"That was a nasty trick," she said.

"And pulling me into your room and using my face as a dildo
wasn't?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "I thought you'd enjoy that."

"Did Jeff put you up to that?" I asked.

"Nope, but when I told him later what I had done with you, he
said I had done it perfectly," she told me.

"You did," I said. "It was completely humiliating to be used like
that. I loved it."

We kissed some more and I said, "You have to stay for dinner."

"OK," she said. After a moment of thought, however, she asked,
"Won't your mother be there?"

"Yup," I confirmed. "It will be the three of us."

"And I can't wear clothes?" she asked.

"Nope," I told her. "But you already agreed, so no backing out!"

Eventually we went downstairs to start making dinner. "It feels
weird romping around with no clothes on!"

"Weird, but nice," I told her. "Actually, now it feels weird
being dressed while I'm at home."

She laughed and we continued to prepare. I was turned away from
her when she asked, "Did Jeff really hit you hard enough to leave
those bruises?"

"Mmmmm Hmmmmm," I replied contentedly. "He beat my ass soundly.
It was great!"

"You really enjoyed it?" she asked.

"Very much," I told her.

She shook her head. "I don't get it," she said.

"Don't knock it till you try it," I told her.

"I've been hurt before," she told me, "and it never felt good,
and it never felt sexual."

"Well then, you are probably completely normal," I told her.
"It's not for everyone, and I've spoken to my mother about it.
She told me not to be ashamed of how I feel, but not to expect
that others feel the same way, or that they could ever understand
me. My attitude is live and let live. You don't complain about me
wanting my ass whipped, and I won't complain about you not
wanting it."

"Sounds fair," she said. "Does your mother know what you are
into?"

"Yup. After all, it would be a bit hard for me to hide it," I
said, gesturing to my ass.

"Good point," she said. "She doesn't mind?"

"No, she understands," I told her. "She is a lot like me."

"Really?" Michelle asked interestedly. That line of questioning
was cut off, however, as the door opened and my mother walked in.

Michelle shrieked and tried to hide behind the dishtowel that she
had in her hand. Mom just said, "Oh, hi Michelle. Are you staying
for dinner?" and she started removing her clothes.

When Mom was naked, Michelle put down the dishtowel and said, "I
guess that was a bit silly of me."

"That's OK," my mom said. "You were startled. But your body is
lovely, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You didn't answer me,
are you staying for dinner?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Miller, ummm, yes I'm staying," Michelle said
weakly.

"Given that we are all standing around with no clothes, I think
you can call me Jess," Mom said.

"OK," Michelle said.

"Hey, I don't have any clothes on either, how come I can't call
you Jess," I asked.

"You can," she replied with a smile.

"Really?" I asked. I was surprised at that.

"Do you want to?" Mom asked.

I thought about it a minute, then I said, "I guess not."

"Good," Mom said with a smile. She went upstairs to get freshened
up and put away her clothes.

Michelle and I finished setting the table and we sat down to eat.
Just after we started, the back door opened and Jeff walked in.

"Hi, Jeff!" I called out. Michelle shrieked and tried hiding
behind the table.

"You're doing it again, dear," Mom told Michelle.

Michelle blushed and sat back up. "Sorry, I was surprised again.
I didn't know Jeff was coming over," she said.

"Hi, Michelle, I didn't know you were here," Jeff said with a
smile. "I like your outfit!"

"Very funny," Michelle said, sticking her tongue out at Jeff. "I
didn't know that you would be here. Your little fuck toy tricked
me into it." As soon as she said that, she clapped her hand over
her mouth and looked over at Mom. The expression on her face was
priceless.

"That's OK, dear," Mom told Michelle. "I know that Rachel is
Jeff's fuck toy. I even approve of it. You can feel free to
discuss it in front of me. Rachel and I discuss her sex life
openly."

"Yeah, I'm even going to tell her how you ate me to such a lovely
orgasm while we 69'd," I piped in.

"Rachel!" Michelle hissed at me, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

"What, surely you don't think that I'd keep it a secret from
Jeff!" I said. "I don't think that my poor ass could take what he
would do if he thought I was hiding something from him." I looked
over at Jeff and he was just smiling, enjoying the by-play.

"Fine!" Michelle said. She looked over at her brother and said,
"I was horny, and I came over to play with your toy. She
convinced me to strip, then she took me upstairs and drove me
crazy until I had to agree to eat her. Then she convinced me to
have dinner with her so that she could show me off to my own
brother. Happy?"

"Very," Jeff said. Michelle sat back, a lovely red glow covering
her face, neck and chest.

We all went back to eating, and in a very short period of time,
Michelle was back to normal, seemingly oblivious or at least
uncaring that she was naked in front of her brother.

Since I am not one to leave well enough alone, I decided to
escalate a little bit. I got up to refill Jeff's glass and when I
returned, I 'accidentally' spilled the glass. I ran to get a
towel to mop the table up, and just as I finished, Jeff grabbed
me and pulled me over his lap. As I had expected, he gave me a
dozen good swats on the ass.

"Now go stand in the corner!" Jeff said when he was done. My ass
glowed and my face glowed as Michelle got to see my punishment.
It no longer embarrassed me to have it done in front of my
mother, but having it done in front of Michelle brought back
those delicious feelings. I suspect that I did not fool Jeff, and
that a more major punishment for using him like that would be in
my near future. I couldn't wait.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Michelle for her
reaction. She was a bit shocked, and I noticed that she was
_much_ more careful about how she ate after she saw my
punishment.

After about five minutes Jeff told me to sit down and eat the
rest of my meal. I sat back down next to Michelle, albeit
gingerly, and squeezed her hand and smiled at her.

We were about to start cleaning the table when I saw my mother
intentionally knock a glass over onto the floor. Jeff crooked his
finger, and my mother walked over and spread herself across
Jeff's lap. I watched Michelle's face, and she was shocked as
Jeff started whaling on Mom's ass. Jeff gave my mother at least
twenty strokes. When he was done, she was breathing heavily, and
Jeff asked, "Do you want it?"

"Oh, yes," my mother groaned, and Michelle expressed more shock
as Jeff wormed his fingers into Mom's dripping pussy. He stroked
his fingers in and out of her pussy about twenty times, and then
he shoved his thumb up her ass, causing her to scream and cum.
When she was done, he stood her up and said, "In the corner,
Jess."

My mom went to stand in the corner, and Jeff stood up to start
cleaning the table. I pulled Michelle up and we helped him clean.
When the table was cleaned up, Michelle told Jeff, "Have I
mentioned what a lucky son of a bitch you are?"

Jeff smiled and went over to Mom. He whispered something in her
ear, and she left the room. Then he turned to Michelle and said,
"So did you enjoy your orgasm with Rachel?"

Michelle blushed again and said, "Yes, I did!"

"So you and Rachel came earlier today, and we all know that Jess
just came. I guess I am the only one that hasn't cum today. I
intend to change that now!"

With that pronouncement, he grabbed Michelle and sat her down in
a chair. Then he took me around the table and bent me over the
table so that my head was pointing to Rachel, and he started
getting undressed.

As Jeff was undressing, I saw my mother come back into the room
behind Michelle. My eyes got wide when I saw the strap-on dildo
that she was wearing. Michelle noticed that I was looking at
something just a moment too late. My mother was on her, and she
grabbed her and laid her across the table as well, so that her
head was right near mine. I grabbed her head and kissed her just
as Jeff pushed his cock into me. I felt Michelle stiffen as Mom
pushed her cock into Michelle. And then we were off to the races.

Jeff's cock felt so good in me, and watching my mom pumping
Michelle was heavenly. Michelle kissed me, then said, "I can't
(gasp) believe (grunt) that I am being fucked (wheeze) by your
mother (grunt) in front of my brother! (groan) This is so
depraved. You got me into this, you slut! (moan)"

"Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black!" I replied. "I may
be a fuck toy and a skank, but don't try and con me, you slut!
You're enjoying this as much as I am!"

And then I was cumming. Jeff just kept pumping, and I saw
Michelle watching wide eyed as she saw me cumming from just
inches away. As I came down I pulled Michelle in for a kiss.

Jeff and my mother kept pumping away, and I could feel myself
starting back up the road to orgasm when Jeff pulled out and
slammed his slimy cock into my ass. I screamed in pain and
immediately started cumming again.

"What's wrong?" Michelle asked.

"Your son of a bitch of a brother just shoved his telephone pole
of a cock up my ass, that's what wrong!" I told her through the
gritted teeth. I grabbed her head and kissed her again. "It feels
wonderful. Shall I ask my mother to do the same for you?"

"Don't you dare!" she said. "I'm enjoying exactly what she is
doing!" Then I saw my mom reach down and scoop her hands under
Michelle's breasts. Michelle started coming quietly. There was
none of that for me, though, as I felt Jeff's cock expanding and
spitting cum up my ass, I screamed and came for the third time.

My mother and Jeff both slowed down and pulled out of us.
Michelle and I just lay there as we tried to gather our breath.
She pulled my head towards her again, kissed me gently, and said,
"You can invite me over any time you'd like." I laughed and
collapsed back onto the table.

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*Chapter 28: Halloween Preparations*

Jeff is a bastard. Have I mentioned that before? He knows how to
push all my buttons, and he knows how to make me scream, first in
frustration, and then in release. Case in point: Halloween.

We were both invited to a party at Bill's house. Bill's parents
were gone, and Bill had an older brother in college, so the two
of them cooked up this party. It was to be a costume party, with
lots of music and alcohol. There would be both high school
seniors as well as college kids there.

It was actually the best of both worlds. The high school kids
wanted to hang out with the college kids and be seen as cool, and
the college kids wanted to score some fresh, naive high school
pussy.

I was excited about the party, and I kept talking about the
different possibilities we had for costumes. Finally, Jeff told
me, "Don't worry about costumes. I have yours picked out
already."

I was surprised at that, but Jeff would not tell me what it was.
Finally, the night of the 31st arrived. I enjoyed handing out
candy to the kids that came to the door, but I was happy when
that was over.

I had slipped out of my robe when I heard a knock at the back
door. Jeff was here, and I ran to open the door. Jeff walked in,
burdened with an inordinately large number of bags. Michelle
followed him in, carrying even more. We went into the living
room, and Mom came in to see what we had.

Jeff put down the bags and I saw that he was dressed as Zorro,
complete with black boots, black cape, black shirt, _tight_ black
pants and a mask over his eyes. Looking at him made my knees week
and my mouth (and pussy) water.

He looked over at me, then Mom, both of us naked and ready for
whatever he wanted. Then he turned to Michelle and said, "Strip!"

And strip she did. She must have known this was coming, because
she had a saucy smile as she pulled off her clothes. She came
over and stood on one side of me and put her arm around my waist.
She pushed me over near my mom and grabbed my mom's arm to pull
her close.

"What do you think of your three bare naked ladies?" she asked
with a smile.

"Very nice," he said. "It's almost a shame to cover up your
beautiful bodies with costumes!"

He pulled something out of the bag, and held it up. It was a cat
suit. Cool, I thought! Then he pulled something else out, and it
was another cat suit.

"Michelle is coming, too?" I asked.

"Yes," Jeff said, "and one of these is hers. The other is not
yours, though. It is your mother's."

"What?" my mother and I said simultaneously.

"You didn't think that I'd leave you at home, did you?" Jeff
asked.

"But it's for high school and college kids!" Mom complained.

"In this outfit, with your looks, you can easily pass for a
college kid," Jeff said with a smile. "Doesn't the thought of
dozens of frat kids leering at your sexy body turn you on?"

Mom shook her head, but I could see that it did.

"Michelle, go help Jess get into makeup," Jeff said.

When Michelle and Mom went upstairs, Jeff told me to sit down
while he went to the basement. He came back up in a minute
holding my collar and leash.

"Ready for your costume?" he asked.

I nodded my head nervously. He had that evil smile again, the one
that told me I was in for a rough night.

He pulled a white coverall out of the bag, with black spots all
over it. He had me get into it. It zipped up the front, but he
left it open for the time being. An interesting modification,
however, was that it had a flap like I used to have on my footsie
pajamas when I was a kid, the kind that lets you open up to go to
the bathroom without having to take off the whole outfit.

Mom and Michelle came down at that point, and Jeff had them put
on their cat suits. They were tight, black and low cut. They had
some sort of built in support, because they pushed both women's
breasts up and together. Michelle looked good, but I was a little
surprised how hot Mom looked.

Mom was feeling around her butt and she said, "Mine has a hole in
it!"

Michelle checked and said, "So does mine!"

"That is for attaching the tails," he explained.

"Where are the tails?" Mom asked.

Jeff reached into a bag and pulled out a long black tail. It was
interesting enough, but the more interesting part was at the end
that attached to the costume. There was a ring of Velcro attached
to the end of a butt plug!

"Is that what I think it is?" Michelle asked, looking very
worried.

"It is indeed," Jeff said with a smile.

"You aren't really expecting me to wear that, are you?" she
asked.

"Why don't you see how it works while you help Jess get her tail
attached," Jeff said, throwing a tube of K-Y to Michelle.

Michelle looked frightened, but Mom just took her tail and
smeared lube on the butt plug. Then she handed it to the stunned
girl and she turned around, bending over.

Michelle started probing gently with the plug when Mom reached
back and grabbed her hand. She looked at Michelle and said,
"Please, just slam it into me."

Michelle looked at her strangely for a minute, then shrugged,
lined the plug up, and shoved it all the way home. Mom groaned,
but then turned with a smile and kissed Michelle lightly on her
lips. "Don't worry, I promise I'll be gentle with you."

We all watched Mom as she turned around and twitched her tail. It
was made of a firm material and stuck out and up, and every time
she moved her ass, the tail swayed.

Jeff pulled the other tail out, and Michelle looked relieved when
she saw that the butt plug was smaller than Mom's. Mom lubed it
up and stood in front of Michelle, reaching her arms around her.
She put one hand behind Michelle's head and kissed her deeply.
Michelle's eyes opened wide, and then opened even wider as she
felt the butt plug entering her.

When Mom was done, Michelle tried turning around to see her tail.

Jeff called Mom over to him and had her turn around. He tugged on
her tail a little, and she groaned satisfactorily.

"Ready for the rest of your outfit?" Jeff asked me. After seeing
the others, I was suddenly worried about what mine would be.

Jeff had me sit down on the couch, and he took out a pair of
slippers with big white dog paws over them. He slipped them on my
feet with a smile. Then he reached in and took out another set of
paws. He slipped one on my right hand, tightened it up, and
attached it to my sleeve. My hand was stretched out and my
fingers forced together, so that I was unable to move them. He
then slipped on my left paw.

"How am I going to be able to do anything?" I complained. "I
can't even pick up a drink or a snack!"

"Someone will just have to feed you," he said, unsympathetically.

He then pulled out my tail. It was shorter and more pointed than
the others, like a Dalmatian tail, but the butt plug attached
seemed bigger! Before he inserted it, however, he pulled out a
dildo. It was wide, and had some sort of ring at the bottom.

"And now, to put the whole outfit together," he said, and he
removed some sort of chain from the bag. I was very confused as
he threaded the chain through the ring at the bottom of the
dildo. Then he came up to me and I saw that the chain ended in a
Y. He attached the tips of the Y to my nipple rings. Then he
pulled me forward so my ass was off the couch and inserted the
dildo into my pussy, slowly rubbing it back and forth. Then he
put the tail through the hole and wrapped the chain around the
bottom of the plug.

When he was done, my nipples were tied to my tail, with a dildo
hanging off the chain in between. "Perfect!" he said proudly.
"Stand up!"

I started to stand, and I realized what he had done. He had set
the length of the chain so that if I stood straight up, my
nipples were pulled down. I'm not talking about a slight tug. I'm
talking about
shit-my-rings-are-going-to-get-pulled-out-of-my-nipples tight.

I tried standing, but I could only hunch. "Perfect," he said
again. "Down on your hands and knees."

I got down on my hands and knees and the pain eased. The chain
was sized just right for this, and I realized that the knees of
the coveralls were padded heavily.

"Crawl," he told me. I started crawling around the room, and with
each step, my nipples were pulled, my butt plug was jostled, my
dildo was sucked in and out of my cunt, and the chain pressed up
against my clit.

"How am I going to survive the night like this?" I asked
plaintively.

"Hornily," he answered with a smile.

Jeff then went over and put Mom's collar around her neck, with
the leash hanging off. He had attached a tag, and when Mom
realized it, she wanted to know what it said.

"Read it to me!" she excitedly demanded from Michelle.

Michelle held it up and said, "My name is Jess." She looked at it
a bit more then said, "On the back it says, 'Property of Jeff'."

Mom looked up in surprise and ran to Jeff and jumped up, wrapping
her legs around his waist. She kissed him all over his face,
saying, "Thank you, thank you!" between kisses. He smiled and
started playing with her tail, but before she got too riled up,
he made her get down.

He took out a collar and leash for Michelle as well and handed it
to Mom. She went over to Michelle, but before she could put it on
Michelle read her own collar. "My name is Michelle... Property of
Jeff."

She looked a little scared, but allowed Mom to put her collar on.

Jeff then attached my collar to me, and I could feel that there
was a tag there as well. I crawled over to Michelle and rocked
back onto my ankles and knees, a position that did not put too
much stress on the chain. She bent over and read my collar. "My
name is Slut," she whispered. She paused after she flipped it
over, looked at me and said, "Property of Everyone."

My heart dropped as she read it. Anyone who looked at it would
know that they could have me. Then I realized that everyone
pretty much knew that anyway. It was humiliating in the extreme,
and I'm sure that is why Jeff did it.

"A couple of more items for you ladies," Jeff told Mom and
Michelle. "Could you please pull your costumes down to your
waist?" The ladies did, and Jeff approached mom, stuck his hand
down the front of her cat suit, and pushed something into her.
She moaned slightly, but had a smile on her face.

As he approached Michelle, she had a fearful look on her face as
she asked, "What are those?"

Jeff held them up and said, "These are Ben-Wa balls. The go into
your pussy and bounce around nicely as you walk."

He held them out to her to insert, but Michelle surprised all of
us as she took hold of her costume and pulled it away from her
body, making room for Jeff to get his hand in. Jeff smiled as he
reached his hand in and slowly pushed each of the balls into
Michelle's pussy.

As Mom and Michelle pulled their outfits back on, Jeff pulled two
more items out of his bag and handed one to Mom and one to
Michelle. They were vinyl cat masks, which covered a good part of
their faces. When they were on, both girls looked like college
students, and you could not tell who they were.

Jeff walked over, took Mom's and Michelle's leashes in one hand
and mine in the other, and walked us to the door. I crawled
outside and to the car, carefully climbing into my seat, and off
we went.

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*Chapter 29: The Halloween Party*

We entered the party in style. Jeff was in the middle, with Jess
and me slinking along on one side and Rachel crawling on the
other. All our leashes ended in his hands.

In the car on the way over, Jess had explained that no one at
this party knew who I was under this mask, so I could act as sexy
as I wanted.

"And remember," she told me in a whisper, "you have to do
everything that Jeff says, and try your hardest to make him look
good."

"Why?" I whispered back.

"Because you belong to him," she said, as if I was a child that
couldn't grasp a simple concept.

"I don't belong to him," I complained.

"You took the collar," she explained. "You are wearing a tag that
proclaims that you are his. Of course you belong to him. Maybe
just for tonight, but as far as everyone else knows, tonight you
are his, and everything that you do reflects on him!"

Whoa! When I agreed to come tonight, I was happy to be going out
to a party, eager to see Jeff out with Rachel. But if I knew that
I would be in a skin tight cat suit, with a plug up my as and
balls in my pussy, compelled to follow all of Jeff's orders, I
might have rethought that decision!

Then again, I might not have. I've heard Rachel say it over and
over, and I have to agree. Jeff is a bastard.

Still, here I was, slinking into the party, balls in my pussy
bouncing together, butt plug being jerked with every swish of my
tail. Jeff had forgotten something very important with this
outfit. I had no panties on, and in just a few minutes I was
going to have a large wet spot in my crotch!

Then again, maybe he didn't forget. The costume was black, and
the party would be fairly dark, so a wet spot wouldn't show up
that much. But I would know it was there.

As I said, we made quite an entrance. People turned to look at us
as we walked by and a few of the frat boys cheering approvingly.
There were other cat suited girls there, but with all due
modesty, Jess and I were far sexier, and that doesn't even count
the added features that no one could see.

We entered the house, and made our way through the party to the
makeshift bar. Jess and I took up positions on either side of
Rachel to prevent her from getting trampled, though many people
did get out of the way for our little procession. We all picked
up beers, except for Rachel of course, who had no use of her
hands. I was wondering how Jeff was going to deal with getting
Rachel to drink when he pulled a couple of bowls out. He put them
on the floor and poured some of his beer into one of them, and
some snacks into the other.

I couldn't believe that Rachel had to eat like this. If it were
me, I would be completely humiliated. Her costume didn't even
have a hood, so everyone knew that it was her, and that she was
eating and drinking out of a dog bowl. But I suppose, from
Rachel's perspective, being this humiliated was a good thing!

Jeff told me and Jess to mingle. "Stay together," he said. "Don't
let each other out of sight, and don't take drinks from anyone.
If you are going to get laid tonight, it will be my doing, not
someone slipping something into your drink!"

We slinked away and stood by a table drinking. The guys
immediately started flocking around us. It was sort of fun, this
anonymous feeling I got. All of a sudden I saw Jess stiffen and
tense. "What's wrong?" I asked. She just shook her head, but I
quickly discovered what the problem was, as the butt plug up my
ass started buzzing!

I had never had anything up my ass, so it was a new feeling
having a butt plug in me, and the buzzing added an itch that I
_really_ wanted to scratch. I held the table tightly, and I heard
Jess gasp. I didn't want to know what caused the gasp, but I
found out, as the balls in my pussy started vibrating as well!
The bastard was going to make me cum in the middle of a party!

I was starting to get close, and I could tell that Jess was as
well, when the vibrations stopped. I didn't know if I was
relieved or pissed. I saw Jeff approaching, with Rachel in tow.

"What a cute puppy!" one of the guys said, and all of a sudden,
Rachel's tail started vibrating. Judging from the expression on
Rachel's face, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the
reason behind it; her tail was a vibrator as well.

I bet that the dildo in her pussy was one too, because in just a
few minutes, Rachel was panting like a bitch in heat. Jeff
reached down and petted her head, and Jess and I and the people
next to us watched as Rachel whined her way through an orgasm. I
saw Jeff's hand slip into his pocket, and Rachel slumped over a
little as she recovered.

Jeff smiled wickedly at me, and the vibe in my ass started up for
one short burst. The bastard!

"You take Rachel for a little bit," he told me, handing me the
leash. He also handed me a cup with a straw and said, "Make sure
that she is well hydrated, too."

He took Jess' arm and they wandered off.

I wandered off holding Rachel's leash, when I heard her name
being called. I turned around, and I saw Rachel's friend Camille
standing with a group of friends. She was dressed in a princess
costume, though she was a princess with a short skirt.

"That's a great costume!" she told Rachel, who just barked.

"Oh, really getting into character, are you?" she asked. Then she
crouched down and started petting and rubbing her hands around
Rachel's head, talking in that baby talk voice, "Whose a good
doggy? Whose a good doggy? Are you a good little bitch?"

She felt the tag, and she pulled it out to look at it. I am not
sure which side she read, but she kept rubbing Rachel's head
saying, "Oh, you are a good bitch. You are a good doggy!"

Her friends were all laughing at her antics, when Rachel did a
very dog-like thing. Her head darted forward and she stuck it up
under Camille's skirt. Because of the way that Camille was
crouched, this move overbalanced her and she landed on her ass.
Rachel's head was between her legs, and her nose was rubbing
around Camille's crotch as she whined like a bitch in heat.

"Stop it, you bitch!" Camille cried, though she was laughing as
she said it. Camille managed to squirm out from under Rachel's
nose, and she slapped her lightly across her nose, as she would a
dog that misbehaved.

"Don't make an offer that you won't follow up on!" Camille
admonished with a laugh. Rachel just licked her lips and barked.
I pulled her leash and we walked off.

We continued mingling at the party. There were few people I knew,
but many of the people were interested in talking to me, and not
a few of the guys wanted to pet my doggy. As the party
progressed, and the participants imbibed further, I noticed that
some of the petting involved running their hands all over
Rachel's body, which Rachel didn't seem to mind. And at various
points in the party, the various devices embedded in me went off
for various lengths of time. It was never enough to make me cum,
but it kept me on edge the entire time.

Rachel, on the other hand, was luckier. I saw her tail begin to
vibrate often, and I know that she came at least three times,
usually in a crowd of people. Eventually, Rachel came over to me
and whispered, "I need to pee!"

I thought about that, and I realized I wasn't sure how to get her
to pee. So we wandered off until I found Jeff and Jess. I told
Jeff about Rachel's need, and he took the leash from me. Rather
than heading into the bathroom, however, he took Rachel out the
door into the backyard. The yard was not as crowded as the house,
but there were a bunch of people wandering around, and a few
making out in dark corners.

I watched as Jeff led Rachel over to a tree in the middle of the
yard, and then did something with the flap at the bottom. Rachel
shook her head violently for a minute, but then she lifted her
leg in the air. I couldn't believe it when I saw a stream of piss
spray against the tree, and I guess others couldn't as well.

"Did you bring a baggy to clean up if she takes a crap?" one of
the drunken college guys yelled.

Jeff simply reached into his pocket and took out a plastic bag.
He actually had brought one! I saw Rachel lower her head in
embarrassment. When Rachel had finished her business, Jeff closed
her flap, walked her back over to me, handed me the leash, and
went back into the party with Jess.

We wandered around some more, but eventually I had to sit down.
It was not completely comfortable, with the tail sticking out
behind me, but on the other hand, every time I squirmed, the butt
plug sent shivers through me. Jeff kept turning the vibrators on
and off, and finally I had enough.

Jeff was passing, and I grabbed him and said, "Jeff, I need to
cum!"

Jeff just smiled and asked, "And you want my help?"

"Just turn the god-damned vibrators on and leave them that way!"
I told him.

"I have a better idea," he said. "Why don't I take you and Rachel
to a room upstairs? You strip, and lie on the bed, and Rachel
will get between your legs and eat you. While she is doing that,
I will send in a stream of guys, who will fuck her like the bitch
that she is. This will continue until you are satisfied. Does
that sound OK to you?"

Rachel was right! My brother was an evil genius! I couldn't
believe the picture that it put in my head, but there were people
here that I knew, and I wasn't willing to take the chance of
discovery. I shook my head and told him I couldn't do that.

"Then how about this," Jeff countered. "I will turn on the
vibrators for as long as you are sitting right here, topless."

I was about to say no, when I thought about it. Everyone was
pretty drunk, and I'd already seen a bunch of nudity. There was a
girl in a toga that was walking around with one breast exposed,
and there was lots of making out going on in the corners. Even if
someone recognized me, I could claim drunkenness. I decided to go
for it, so I pulled down the top of my suit.

A couple of guys shrieked and made catcalls, but I couldn't pay
attention to them as Jeff turned the devices in me up high. I
grabbed the table and ground my hips, and I was surprised when
Rachel spread my legs and pushed her nose into my crotch. With
all the excitement of the night, it did not take long before I
was cumming. I managed to avoid shrieking in pleasure, but it was
a close thing.

When I was done, I slumped to the table, but those infernal
devices kept buzzing away in me. Then I remembered what Jeff had
said, and I struggled to pull my top back up. When it covered my
tits, the vibe went quiet.

Jeff wandered off, and I sat there recovering, rebuffing some
interested guys while stroking Rachel's hair, her head on my lap.

About ten minutes later, Jeff came back and we all headed out to
the car. I had Jeff drop me at home, but he went home with Rachel
and Jess. I imagine that as worked up as they all had to be, they
would not be going to sleep any time soon.

I got undressed and into bed. I got my friend out and started
working it into my pussy. I looked over at the tail, and finally
I grabbed it and fed it back up my ass. I seriously thought about
heading next door, but I knew that if I did, I would be begging
for Jeff to fuck me, and I wasn't quite ready for that.
Nevertheless, I wished that I could see what was going on next
door, and I imagined it as I fucked myself to sleep.

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*End of Part 3*

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