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room eating each girl a second time. When she was finished she
begged to do it again! When the girls declined she immediately
thrust both hands onto her own pussy and started rubbing some more.
The girls had to physically restrain her before she'd stop.
  "I don't know what got into you, bitch. One little drop of pussy
juice turned you into a fucking maniac!"
  Wanda turned off the camcorder. When Jillian saw it her eyes
nearly popped out of her head! What were they going to do with that
tape?
  "Let's get her ready girls. The real fun starts now."
  Four of the girls grabbed Jillian and half carried her, half
dragged her into the hall and then outside in front of the
building. There was a small rectangular table set up. It was old
and the wood was chipped in places. It was about three feet long by
a foot and a half wide. It stood about two feet tall. It looked
like it might have been an end table, or something that a plant
would sit on.
  They placed her on the table on her back. They got some rope and
bent her legs down over the end of the table. Two girls grabbed her
arms and pulled them straight down over the sides. They tied her
hands and feet together under the table. This had the effect of
bowing her body slightly upward, and her legs were spread. She was
helpless to move.
  One of the other girls, Cheline, held a long feather and was
giggling. She stood over the bound body of Jillian and slowly
touched the tip of it to her defenseless nipple. Jillian twitched
a bit and moaned. Encouraged by this she began twirling the feather
around her pink nipple and teasing it. Jillian's nipple became
instantly erect and ridges popped out on the large aureole.
  "Oh God! Oh No! Please! Not out here!" Jillian begged, and the
girl moved to the other nipple and excited it too. She moved the
teasing feather down her belly and then ran the tip up and down her
moistening slit. Jillian tried twisting to get away from it but she
was tied tightly across the table. Her whole body from her neck to
her knees was presented as a target for the cruel teenager and her
feather. The other girls laughed and egged Cheline on.
  "You keep yellin' like that and you're gonna attract a crowd,
whore." Cheline teased.
  Wanda rubbed her own fingers in Jillian's wet cunt. She got as
much of the cum juice as she could and placed her fingers to
Jillian's mouth. Jillian licked at the fingers and her eyes went
wild again. Her tongue was all over Wanda's fingers, trying to get
at the cum. Wanda laughed and got some more. She smeared it on
Jillian's upper lip and right under her nose.
  "How you like your own smell, bitch? It turnin' you on?"
  Jillian's tongue was extended trying to get the cum from her
upper lip. Wanda kept fingering her and adding some more. Cheline
continued with the feather; along her sides, across her belly, and
always back to the rigid nipples. Jillian was begging loudly now
for more cum. Her hips bucked as much as they could on the table,
which wasn't much. One of the other girls had set up a tripod to
hold the ever-present camcorder.
  A fourth girl had disappeared but she returned now carrying a
large bag.
  "Oh boy! Barbecue time!" They all paused for a moment to cluster
around the girl with the bag. Even Cheline paused with the feather,
leaving Jillian alone and shivering on the table.
  They opened the bag and took out some chicken wings. "Mmmmmm! We
got white meat on the table and wings in the bag! What could be
better?"
  Wanda got the container of barbecue sauce and smiled wickedly.
She took it over to the table and opened the lid.
  "We gotta change her position, girls. Get them feet up in the
air!"
  Working quickly they untied her hands and feet then retied her
hands together under the table. Lifting her knees they tied a loop
of rope around each thigh, just above her knee. They took each of
the ropes and pulled them way back and to the side. This lifted
Jillian's knees in the air and back towards her shoulders. Looking
around they found a couple of places on the ground to tie off the
ropes, holding her in this open position. Her feet were able to
dangle in the air but her thighs were spread open and her knees
pulled back and fastened to hold her that way. She was positioned
so that her ass hung just over the edge of the table. This opened
Jillian's cunt as wide as it could possibly be! Her little round
white buns were lifted slightly upward and widely parted to show
her asshole, which was pointing out at about 45 degrees. Her spread
cunt pointed directly upward and the lips were slightly parted to
display the wet pinkness within. She was a delectable sight...
  Wanda let her eyes roam over the smooth white body bound there on
the little table like an offering. Jillian's pussy lips were
swollen and red. Little droplets of moisture were clinging to them.
Her face and neck were deeply blushed and her eyes closed tightly
against the shame of being displayed as she was. Wanda poked her
index finger into the damp pussy and felt the lips cling to it as
it was withdrawn. She then grabbed each of Jillian's swollen pussy
lips between her thumbs and index fingers and pinched them cruelly.
Jillian's eyes popped open in surprise. She involuntarily shuddered
and let out a little yelp. Wanda pulled the pussy lips wide apart
and held her like that for the camcorder. With a sigh she finally
let go of those pulsing lips and watched the flower close slightly.

 "We gotta warm up the oven first". Wanda laughed as she ran her
right hand over Jillian's smooth ass. She cupped each of the buns
and pinched them. She lifted her hand in the air and brought her
palm down sharply, spanking Jillian. 
  "Owww!" Jillian wailed.
  Again Wanda slapped her helpless ass. 
  "Owwwwwwww!"
  The others girls laughed as Wanda began spanking Jillian in
earnest. Slapping those poor little cheeks that hung there at her
mercy. She was rewarded each time by a wail from Jillian. After
about thirty swats she stopped and cupped her pink buns lightly
with both hands.  
  "That oughta do for now...."
  Wanda picked the container of barbecue sauce back up and very
carefully poured some of it into Jillian's open cunt.
  "Ooooohhhhhhh!" Jillian moaned, as it overflowed slightly and ran
down her crack into her asshole.
  Wanda picked up a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce in
Jillian's cunt, being careful to brush it up against her clit as
she pulled it out.
  "Oooooohhhhhh" the tormented woman moaned again as Wanda smiled
and bit into the chicken wing.
  "Mmmmmmm! Gotta try the sauce, girls!"
  All seven of the teenagers crowded around the lewdly displayed
Jillian. They each took turns dipping their chicken wings into her
sauce, being very careful to brush against her sensitive inner
pussy lips and stiff clitoris.
  Occasionally one would twirl a wing around the sauce collecting
in Jillian's asshole, brushing it upwards till they were at her
spasming cunt again. As the sauce got eaten up they had to refill
her several times.
  Just as Cheline had warned, Jillian's moaning had attracted a
small audience. The six children from earlier had crept back and
were watching with fascination and giggling. Jillian saw them
through her tear-blurred eyes and cried out to get them away.
  "Get outta here, you kids!" Wanda yelled and hurled a rock at
them. "This ain't something you oughta be seeing. Go home or so
help me I'll whip your asses too!"
  The children scrambled, giggling. They ran around the side of the
building but refused to leave entirely. Several other people had
also stopped by, fascinated by the sight of the seven black
teenagers tormenting the naked white woman.
  They respectfully kept their distance. Wanda's gang was known in
the area and none of the onlookers wanted to risk their wrath. They
looked at the pathetic squirmings of the mercilessly teased Jillian
and shuddered. What a horrible fate!
  When the gang had finished with their chicken they went back
inside the building, leaving Jillian still tied and on display. She
was shivering and moving her head back and forth, alternately
pleading with anyone who could hear her to let her go, or at least
let her cum...
  The others watched from their distance. Although both Jillian and
the camcorder were left unattended, nobody dared to touch either.
They knew who both belonged to...
  A mangy German Shepherd walked up to the table and sniffed. He
moved down between Jillian's spread thighs and let his tongue take
a swipe at the open pussy, glistening with barbecue sauce.
  "Nooo! Noooo! Get it away!!" she pleaded but the dog continued
licking her, enjoying the taste of the sauce. They left her on
display like that for thirty minutes. The dog stayed with her,
licking the entire time, and causing her five shuddering orgasms...







                        "Jillian's Tale"

                             Part 4
                        Homecumming Queen



  By the time the girls came back outside and shooed the dog away
most of the onlookers had moved on. Jillian was covered in a sheen
of sweat and her breast was heaving. Wanda looked down at her,
absent-mindedly using her fingers to diddle Jillian's gaping cunt.
  "Boy, you sure do look nice like that, bitch. I sure hope you're
enjoying yourself because from now on you're gonna be spending an
awful lot of your time out here tied just like that. It'll amuse
the neighbors."
  "Nooooo-nooooo-noooooo" Jillian wailed. 
  One of the other girls carried out a large white poster that was
nailed to a four-foot long pointed stick. She placed the stick in
the ground about six feet to the left of Jillian and pounded it in
with an old rusty hammer. Jillian could turn her head and read the
poster. Printed on it in large letters with a magic marker read:

  `My name is Jillian Dudley. I was a rich bitch from
   Greenwich, CT. Now I'm the lily-assed slave slut
   whore of the Debutante's. I'm very happy. Please
   look but don't touch.'

  The girl, Cheline, took the feather she had used earlier and
inserted it, quill end first, into Jillian's puckered asshole. The
slight breeze blowing the downy end of the feather around her rim
would remind her that it was there. As Cheline was attending to
this, Wanda put a blindfold around Jillian's eyes and tied it
tightly behind her head.
  "We gotta be gone for awhile, bitch. Got some business to take
care of. We'll be back in about a hour. Sure hope them kids ain't
still hangin' around here..."

  Wanda grabbed the camcorder and the girls all headed off
together. They had a prepaid mailer and were going to send the
video tape of the day's activities off to Louise. It would be the
first of many.
  Louise had also prepared a letter from Jillian to her husband,
Frank. It said simply that she needed to get away for awhile. To do
her own thing. She asked Frank not to worry about her or to be
angry with her. She just needed some time. Louise got a forger who
did a remarkable job of matching Jillian's handwriting from a
sample that was provided. The letter was sitting on the dining room
table in Jillian's house, in an envelope addressed to `Dear Frank'.

  The girls came back about an hour later. Jillian was practically
hysterical, her head whipping back and forth. All they could make
out was the word `please' over and over again. The first thing they
noticed was that the feather was still in her ass but was now
reversed, with the quill end sticking out. They didn't know who had
been at her, but whoever it was had certainly done a good tease
job. They also noted a few fresh pink handprints on her upturned
ass. They looked small.


  Jillian was taken back into the building and given some water and
something to eat. A little later when she said she had to go to the
bathroom, Wanda grabbed her cashmere top and the leash. It was
nighttime and she didn't want Jillian to catch a chill, besides,
she thought that wearing the cashmere top occasionally would be a
sad reminder to her of just how low she'd sunk. She put the collar
and leash on her and adjusted the hem of her top so it was well up
on her back. Then she lead her outside, crawling on all fours, into
the night air.
  Jillian could hear the sounds of the night. A siren wailed, some
dogs were barking. Off in the distance she heard the sound of a
train going by. Some men were shouting something but she couldn't
tell where. Wanda led her around the building to a small tree that
was standing in a clearing between buildings. She made Jillian lift
her leg up and squirt her pee on the trunk of the tree. As she was
relieving herself, Jillian looked up and saw that the closer of the
two building had some lights on in the upper floors. One of the
windows had a flower pot in it. People were living here.
  Once they were back inside and the leash removed, the cashmere
top was again stripped off Jillian. Wanda sat down on one of the
armless wooden chairs and told Jillian she was to lay down across
her lap. She explained that this was going to become part of her
ritual. Her nightly spanking by the girls. With the 35 year old
woman draped naked across the black teenager's lap the other girls
watched with rapt attention as Wanda raised her hand and delivered
a stinging slap to the doomed bottom. Jillian squirmed and pleaded
but Wanda continued spanking her until she had given her ten hard
slaps. She pushed Jillian to the floor and stood up. Cheline took
her place in the chair and Jillian was ordered across her lap next.
Cheline played with her a minute then lifted her hand and delivered
her own ten slaps to the quickly reddening bottom.
  One by one, each of the girls took their turn in the chair and
spanked Jillian. By the time the last slap was delivered, Jillian
was sobbing uncontrollably. The girls knew how to ease her pain.
On her hands and knees, with her reddened ass wiggling in
gratitude, Jillian was again allowed to go around the room eating
out each of the girls. Once again Jillian seemed wild for more and
begged for a second helping. Most of the girls obliged. When they
were through they tied Jillian's hands and feet together behind
her, and left her on her side to go to sleep. This wasn't because
they were afraid of her running away. It was to keep her from
playing with herself all night long. Wanda threw a dirty old
blanket over her then settled down herself. All of the girls lived
in the old building. They had nowhere else to go.

  The next six days were similar to the first, with subtle
variations to keep things interesting. When it wasn't raining
Jillian spent most of her time tied up outside on the table like
before. The poster remained, and so did most of her audience. The
girls had `barbecue' twice more that week. The dog didn't come
back, but the flies were just as bad till the girls got around to
cleaning her up.
  On one occasion they had to quickly hustle her inside when
someone spotted a cop car in the neighborhood, but it drove past
quickly and never came back. It probably wouldn't have stopped
anyway, even if they had seen her. The police were not a concern.
In this section of the South Bronx it was the gangs that ruled...

  When Wednesday came around again Wanda had to take Jillian into
Greenwich for her final session with Doctor Kinder. She had a
5:00pm appointment. Wanda gave her her cashmere top and took her
for her morning walk around the buildings on her leash, stopping by
that same tree to let her lift her leg and relieve herself. She
then spent the early afternoon servicing the girls. At 2:30 they
began to clean her up and get her ready. They scrubbed her till she
squeaked, then one of the girls brought out a brown paper bag with
some old clothes in it. They had belonged to her twelve year old
cousin.
  Jillian looked at the red pull-over jersey and the short black
dress skeptically. There was no way the clothes of a 12 year old
would fit on the body of a 35 year old. Wanda was convinced that
they would.
  The red jersey was several sizes too small but it stretched.
Without a bra Jillian's nipples, along with the entire outline of
her breasts, could be clearly seen. The bottom came down only to
her navel.
  The black dress was even worse. There was no way it would fit
around her waist so they left it unzipped on the side and used a
rubber band to hold the ends of the waistband together. The dress
was old and wrinkled and smelled musty. It barely covered her ass
when she was standing still. With no panties Jillian couldn't help
but flash the undercurves of her cheeks whenever she walked. Wanda
got Jillian's own shoes from her bag and let her wear them. The
four inch heels made the shirt and dress look even more trashy, if
that were possible.
  Wanda grabbed her bag and began walking towards the train
station. Jillian followed meekly behind. There was nobody else on
the platform but when they boarded the train every head turned to
look and stare. Wanda told Jillian to sit down. When she did she
held her knees as closely together as she could and used her arms
to try to hide how far the dress was riding up. She was only
slightly successful. The rubber band holding the two ends of the
waistband together stretched showing a wide triangle of white
thigh. She could feel every pair of eyes on the train burning into
her, but she kept her head lowered and tried to be as motionless as
possible.
  They got off the train in Greenwich and walked to Dr. Kinder's
office. Jillian tried to take small steps and used her hands to
keep her dress down, but she had to scurry to keep up with the
fast-walking Wanda. Her eyes darted left and right in fear. What if
somebody she knew saw her? 
  When they arrived at Dr. Kinder's office it was once again empty.
The doctor came out to greet her. His eyes almost bugged out of his
head when he saw her! He looked at Wanda, who smiled very smugly at
him, then gulped and invited Jillian into his office. Wanda was
asked to remain outside in the waiting room.
  "Ahh... nice to ahh.. see you again, Jillian. How've you been
doing with the smoking?"
  Jillian's face and neck were flushed a bright red. She couldn't
meet the doctor's gaze. She coughed once and said, nervously:
  "F-fine, doctor. I haven't had a cigarette in two weeks. A-and I
haven't been drinking a lot of water either."
  Doctor Kinder cleared his voice. He blushed a little himself,
though it was hard to see above his beard.
  "This will be your final session, Jillian. It will, uh, reinforce
your desire to not smoke. Are you... okay?"
  "Y-yes, doctor.... I mean... well, uh, I guess so. I'm not
smoking at any rate. I'm okay."
  Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in his office. Again he
asked Jillian to gaze at the single spot on his desk while he used
his skills to relax her and put her in deep hypnosis. She went
under very quickly this time. Once again, at his signal, Louise
came out from the next room and sat next to him. She gazed at the
clothes Jillian was wearing and she had a wry smile on her face.
The fact was that Louise was beginning to enjoy this immensely. She
had a very cruel streak in her. What had originally started out as
a device to embarrass Jillian's husband at the firm was becoming a
very pleasant and arousing exercise on its own. She squeezed her
own legs together under the desk as she nodded to the doctor to
proceed.
  "Jillian, are you comfortable?"
  "I'm embarrassed by these clothes, Doctor."
  "That's good. You should be. Those clothes are very sluttish.
Everyone will be staring at you wherever you go. If anyone you know
were to see you in them you would nearly die of embarrassment."
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "Jillian, that girl outside and her friends have been helping you
to live out your fantasy. It would be very dangerous to keep that
all bottled up inside so they're actually helping you. You will
continue to obey their every command. You will desperately WANT to
please them and obey them, no matter what they tell you to do, no
matter how embarrassing."
  "It's very embarrassing, Doctor."
  "That's good, Jillian. It's good for you. No matter what they do
to you, you must obey them. You will never get used to the shameful
things that they do to you. Each time will be like the very first
time to you. As time goes by you will become even more shamed by
the things they do to you, and also more aroused by it. You will
also continue to crave female cum instead of cigarettes. The
cravings will get stronger and stronger, along with your desire to
obey your mistresses in all things."
  "Yes doctor." 
  Doctor Kinder gulped and looked at Louise hopefully. He was
incredibly aroused by what he was doing to this woman. Louise shook
her head no. She knew what he wanted to do now, but there wasn't
time for it. Besides, he was being well paid for his work. She got
up and went back to the other room.
  "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up shortly. You will feel
refreshed and awake, but very horny. You will not consciously
remember our conversation. Your mistress is waiting for you
outside. You will accompany her this evening and obey her." 
  "Yes,Doctor"
  "Wake up, Jillian."

  Jillian blinked her eyes and looked at the doctor. She was
embarrassed that he was seeing her the way she was dressed, but it
also aroused her at the same time.
  "Is it over, Doctor?"
  "Yes, Jillian. We're finished. I hope you enjoy a wonderful life
free from cigarettes. I'm glad that I've been able to help."
  "Thank you Doctor."
  Jillian glanced down. She couldn't bring herself to meet his
eyes. She knew he must be looking at her and thinking what a slut
she was. She got up and took small steps to the door and let
herself out. Doctor Kinder watched her in her incredibly short and
wrinkled old black dress. He saw the wedge of white thigh where the
rubber band held the dress together. He saw the curve of her lower
cheeks just under the hem of the dress. His erection was almost
painful.
  When she got into the reception room Wanda was reading a
magazine. She stood up and snapped her fingers.
  "Let's go slut, we gotta be someplace in a hour and I wanna do a
little window shoppin' first."
  Jillian meekly followed Wanda outside. They spent the next half
hour walking downtown looking at the shops. Jillian felt the eyes
of everybody they passed on them both. They must have been quite a
sight in old Greenwich. A black teenage girl wearing jeans and
sneakers accompanied by a 35 year old white woman with short blonde
hair dressed like the sluttiest prostitute from an X-rated movie.
She was horrified to be in Greenwich like this. The odds of someone
she knew seeing her were just too high, but she didn't dare voice
her objection to Wanda.
  A little before 6:00 Wanda hailed a taxi. After they both got in
the back seat Wanda handed a slip of paper to the driver with an
address on it. He flipped the lever on his meter and headed off.
  While they were in the back seat Wanda impishly ran her hand
under Jillian's short dress. Only inches from the hem she found
Jillian's pussy and inserted a finger into it. She wiggled it
around a bit and moved it back and forth as they rode. Jillian
closed her eyes and licked her lips. She tried her best not to moan
so the driver wouldn't know what was going on. Wanda removed her
hand and mischievously brushed her finger across Jillian's lips.
Jillian licked at it and her eyes sprung open. Her breathing got a
little heavier. She couldn't suppress a small whimper as she looked
at Wanda pleadingly.
  "Not now, bitch. There'll be more later." Wanda whispered.
  "Okay, ladies" the cab driver said as he pulled the car to the
side of the road. "That'll be $6.50"
  Jillian looked around and suddenly she began to panic. They were
right outside Louise's house. And there were lots of other cars
around too.
  "W-why are we stopping here?" she said in a panic.
  "This is the address you gave me, isn't it? That'll be $6.50."
  Wanda paid the driver and opened the door.
  "Let's go, bitch. We're gonna be late."
  "Oh, no! No, please! You couldn't possibly be going to..."
  "Shut up and get your whore ass outta that cab, or I'll drag you
out."
  The cab driver's jaw dropped as he heard their conversation.
Jillian was close to tears as she got out of the cab. Wanda led the
way up to the front door with Jillian following meekly behind. Once
on the porch she rang the doorbell. A moment passed and the door
was opened. A lot of conversation could be heard in the background
as Louise's housekeeper let them in.
  "Good evening, Mrs. Dudley" she said as she showed them both in.
  Jillian's face was scarlet as she followed Wanda into the large
livingroom. When she stepped into the room she gasped and swallowed
hard. Practically everybody she knew was there! Many of the people
Frank worked with were there with their wives. Her friends, people
she socialized with, shopped with, went out to dinner with! My God,
Sylvia and George Wooley! Maryanne Dennison and her husband Paul!
The Thompsons! This couldn't be happening to her!
  Conversation practically stopped as she entered the room. There
were a couple of gasps. She heard "What on earth is she wearing!"
from the back of the room.
  Louise came over to her and pretended to be surprised.
  "Jillian! So ah... nice you could come. I take it Frank isn't
coming?"
  Jillian didn't answer. She looked down at her feet.
  Wanda jumped in and introduced herself, loudly.
  "Nice ta meet you. I'm Wanda. Me 'n Jillian's living together
now."
  "Wel-welcome! Please... ah... help yourself to something to eat
and drink. Jillian, I believe you know everybody here. I'll let you
introduce your friend."
  Jillian's face and neck were now nearly the color of her red
shirt, the child's jersey that came down to her navel and was
stretched so tightly you could actually see the ridges forming
around her nipples. As she followed Wanda to the refreshment table
she could feel cool air on the bare bottoms of her asscheeks. She
wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
  She looked up at Wanda's face. Wanda was nibbling on a small
sandwich and had a glass in her other hand.
  "Please, m'am. Please get me out of here!" She sniffed and
clasped her hands together in front of her. "D-don't do this to me.
You can do anything else, ANYTHING, but please don't do this to
me!"
  Wanda answered her in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:
  "You BEGGING me, bitch?" There were gasps in the room.
  "I said, Are you begging me, bitch? Well, if you are then you're
in the wrong position... When you beg me you damn well better be on
your knees! Get down there! You heard me, bitch. Get down on your
knees and ask me again. Do what I say or so help me I'll whip your
ass right here in front of your friends!"
  The room was silent. Completely silent. The only sound that could
be heard was the sobbing from Jillian as she slowly dropped to her
knees in front of Wanda. Her eyes were downcast and she didn't say
a word.
  "Speak up, bitch! What do you want?"
  "P-please get me out of here" she sniffed.
  "Say what? Didn't I warn you to refer to me as M'am? You think
because you got your rich friends around that you can be dis'n me
in front of them? You need some humblin' girl! Some real humblin'!
Get down on your hands! Go on, do it!"
  "I think we'd better be leaving.." she heard someone say. A few
of the people had grabbed their coats and were leaving the room.
Most of the others were staying, not quite believing what they were
seeing, and not wanting to miss anything!
  Jillian placed her hands on the expensive carpet. She was now on
all fours. Wanda roughly shoved her around until she was crouched
by the food table with her practically bare ass pointing back
towards everybody in the room. The short black dress had ridden up
so that it only covered the very top of her smooth round buns. It
was even possible to see a little bit of her moist pussy peeking
back between a few blonde hairs.
  Wanda walked up to her and looped a finger into the rubber band
that was holding her dress closed. She yanked it, snapping it off.
The dress immediately came apart. Wanda picked it up off the small
of Jillian's back and dropped it to the floor. Then she bent and
pulled off each of her shoes. Jillian was sobbing loudly now. Her
shoulders were shaking. She lowered her head to the carpet as she
cried, not even aware that this was thrusting her bare ass even
higher into the air.
  Wanda kicked her knees wide apart so that her pussy was now in
full view, hanging between her legs, just a few inches below her
clearly visible puckered anus. Wanda gave a very hard slap to
Jillian's ass which caused her to raise her head and gasp. She then
thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and rubbed them back and
forth. All this had taken place very quickly.
  "Jillian, are you crazy?!" she heard someone gasp. "It's time to
put an end to this."
  "Stop right where you are, mister. This slut belongs to me, and
my Sisters. It was her choice. If you lay one finger on her now I
swear I'll whip her ass till the skin peels off! I mean it. She's
comin' back home with me tonight whether you like it or not. Now
back off!"
  The would-be rescuer stopped in his tracks. Then he turned and
stormed out of the room. Nobody else was leaving.
  Wanda took her fingers out of Jillian's cunt and, bending over,
put them up to the crouching woman's lips.
  "Lick it, bitch. Go on!"
  Jillian licked her own cum off Wanda's fingers.
  "Oh no...." she wailed, licking off every drop. When she was
finished she looked up pathetically and pleaded "more.... please?"
  Wanda laughed and slapped Jillian's ass again. There were now two
red handprints on the perfect white buns that were pointing out at
the guests.
  "You know what to do if you want more. Show them what a whore you
are! Rub yourself silly, go on! Let them see what a whore you are!"
  As Wanda was saying this, Jillian's right hand crept back between
her widely spread thighs. Everyone in the room could see her
working her fingers in and out of her cunt. She stopped and brought
the hand up to her own lips. She moaned as she licked off all the
juices, then returned to her pussy for more. She was hooked! She
swayed her ass back and forth as she rubbed furiously. Wanda
grabbed hold of Jillian's red jersey and yanked it up over her
head. Jillian had to lift her arms so the jersey could be pulled
completely off her. She was now totally nude.
  Wanda slapped her ass again very hard.
  "Get back down there, bitch. You ain't finished yet."
  Obediently, Jillian crouched back down and went back to work on
her cunt. Her knees were spread very wide now and her face was
pressed to the carpet to steady her as her right hand did its work.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and she moaned loudly.
  It only took a few more seconds for Jillian to get close to her
orgasm. Wanda slapped her quivering ass again and taunted her,
telling her to cum for her friends. Jillian's whole body was
shaking like a leaf. She let out a loud moan and went stiff as a
board. The guests could see the wetness of her orgasm flowing down
over her hand as she humped it. Jillian was crying as she
alternately licked her fingers and went back to her pussy for more
juice.
  She turned a tear-stained and pathetic face up to Wanda and said
"More... please?"
  Wanda had taken Jillian's collar and leash out of her bag and now
bent to put them around the neck of the trembling blonde.
  "No more now, bitch. Wait till we get back to the other Sisters."
  Wanda grabbed the discarded shirt, dress and shoes and stuffed
them in her bag.
  "Call us a cab, please." She said to Louise as she tugged on the
leash and led the naked Jillian on all fours out of the room. She
paused at the threshold to give them all one last look at those
beautiful pink and white buns, then turned in the hallway and went
out the front door.
  She led Jillian down to the sidewalk and stood there for a moment
holding the leash. Most of the guests had come out to the porch to
watch what was happening. Wanda glanced at Louise who secretly gave
her a nod and an `OK' sign. Wanda beamed. She knew she'd just
earned her $5,000 bonus.
  She unclipped the leash but left the collar on, then told Jillian
to stand up and put her clothes back on. The rubber band had broken
so she had to hold the waistband of the dress together with one
hand. Ten minutes later a cab came and took them to the train
station.





                           EPILOGUE



   Jillian's performance that night had a profound effect on her
husband's career. When copies of Wanda's home-made video tapes
began suddenly appearing and being passed around amongst his co-
workers he knew he couldn't stay in Greenwich. He asked for, and
was granted, a transfer to a lesser job in the company's Dallas-
Fort Worth office. He spoke to his attorney about a divorce but was
advised that, under the circumstances, he'd make out better by just
moving to Texas and abandoning Jillian to her new lifestyle.
 
  Louise got what she wanted. Six months later her own husband was
promoted to Executive Vice President. With his only competition out
of the running he was a shoo-in.
  In addition to advancing her husband's career, she was kept well
stocked with a continuing supply of Wanda's video tapes. Wanda had
become quite creative and had earned another bonus within two
months. Louise enjoyed viewing the tapes and loaned them out to
quite a few of Jillian's former friends for stag parties and the
like. She had Wanda bring Jillian back to Greenwich at least once
a month for very "special" parties.

  With the influx of Louise's money, plus the notoriety of having
a white slave-slut, Wanda's gang flourished. They rented space in
the building next door which was heated and had electricity. They
were able to recruit new young girls to the gang. Jillian became
their major source of income. The money that Louise sent each
month, plus what they got for loaning her out on occasion to other
gangs had them all dressing and eating better. But they still loved
their barbecue, with it's `special' sauce!

  Doctor Kinder was right about Jillian. She never did get used to
the things that the girls did to her. Some of the new girls have
proven to be most inventive. The old worn wooden table is still
outside, and Jillian spends a good deal of her time there on her
back, watching the clouds through teary eyes and wiggling toes, but
the girls are continually finding new ways to spice things up. It
was, in fact, one of the new girls who suggested placing
clothespins on Jillian's nipples, and also on the sensitive lower
curves of her ass as it pointed up over the table's edge. It
greatly increased the level of Jillian's moaning and was
appreciated by all who saw her displayed that way.
  The thing that still bothers Jillian the most is her occasional
trips to Greenwich. Her wardrobe hasn't changed much. She still has
the cashmere top for her morning and evening walks and her red
jersey and black dress for special occasions. The girls have
benefited greatly from owning her, and Jillian, well, she still
doesn't smoke cigarettes...

                                             THE END




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