From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
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Subject: THC: Part 4 of Barbara's domination by Cheryl.  by Racecar
Date: Mon, 17 Jun 96 02:01:02 -0700

   The THC Adult Text Archive: ATONE4.TXT (1309 lines)

   Author's note: This is part 4 of a 5 part story.  Please read the first
3 parts first to better understand the story.  PLEASE leave any comments,
good or bad, to "racecar" on Rusty & Ed ies bbs.

   THE ATONEMENT By: "Racecar" Part Four: The Outing

   Barbara stood staring at the outfit she had purchased for today's
shopping trip with Cheryl.  The black leather mini-skirt looked like it
belonged on a 12 year-old, not a woman her age who was the mother of two.
When she tried it on at the store, she had to buy a smaller size just to
get the effect of 'barely covering your ass' that Cheryl had directed her
to buy.  It did barely cover her ass.  If she were to bend over or reach
for anything, the skirt rode up and exposed everything worth covering.  The
blouse she chose was a plain, button front, white cotton.  After she had
gotten it home, Barbara noticed the fabric was so thin that she could see
her hand through it.  God only knew what it would be like when she put it
on without a bra.  She was going to exchange it for a more conservative
one, but could not find the time to do so.  She rationalized that, with
this skirt, who would be looking at the blouse anyway.  She exhaled deeply
and placed the outfit on hangers so they would be ready to put on when
Cheryl arrived.

   As she was under the warm mist of her shower, Barbara thought back to
what Cheryl had said about today's trip.  Barbara swore Cheryl kept saying
'we' will do this and 'we' will pick you up, etc.  She wondered who the
'we' were.  She knew that one person was obviously Cheryl, but who, and how
many others?  She wondered if they were the same girls that were at
Cheryl's the night she served as maid and whatever.  She hoped not.  She
doubted she could face, let alone talk to, them ever again .  She kept
wondering as she grabbed the razor and began shaving between her legs. 
When completed, she rinsed one final time and stepped out of the shower to
dry off.  On the vanity was her douche kit.  She readied everything,
douched and cleaned the nozzle and bag before putting it away.  As an
afterthought, she took the enema bag she had also purchased yesterday and
cleaned it thoroughly in preparation for later use.  As she cleaned, she
wished she had told Cheryl that she had indeed given herself an enema
before arriving for Mr.  Bryant's private show.  If she had done so, she
would have been spared the embarrassment of having to have another woman
administer it to her in front of others.  "What's done is done." she mused
while putting the bag and accessories back into the box.

   She slipped the dog collar around her neck, studied herself in the
mirror for a moment, put on her robe and clicked off the light as she left
the room.

   Barbara walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock.  "45 minutes to
go," she said to herself.  "Nothing to do now but wait." She poured herself
a glass of Coke and sat down at the table to pass the time.  She thought
about John and the conversations they had over the weekend.  He seemed like
a new man since they left Cheryl's.  He was still loving and caring but he
sported a more open air about him.  She had never known John to be so open
and straight forward with her before.  He made it absolutely clear to her
that he was satisfied with the status quo and, though he felt sorry for her
having to put up with Cheryl's domination, she was the one ultimately
responsible for it.  She had to agree.  One thing was certain.  His
appetite for sex had certainly increased.  Every time the opportunity
presented itself, he was grabbing her breasts or shoving his hand up her
dress.  She was happy to see the improvement in their relationship.  At
least something good has come out of all this.  As for herself, there were
times when she was willing to risk everything and tell Cheryl to go to
hell, but then her fear of the consequences of such action prevented her
from doing so.

   As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her luck
before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors.  She
peered out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she
didn't recognize walking to her door.  She wasn't sure whether she should
greet them in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude.  As the
first wave of shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on.
She walked slowly to the back door and opened it just as the trio had
approached.

   "Hi, Barbara.  I see you've gotten yourself all ready," Cheryl said as
she filed past Barbara.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara's voice seemed to have left her and the
reply came out a mere whisper.

   Cheryl stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked at Barbara as the
others filed through the open door.

   "What's that you said?  Speak up!  I can barely hear you," Cheryl spoke
with raised eyebrows.

   Barbara cleared her throat and attempted to reply again.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl.  I said 'Yes, Mistress Cheryl,'" Her voiced
now boomed.  Barbara felt embarrassed about both replies.  She looked at
the Beth and the other girl staring at her.  The newcomer seemed vaguely
familiar to her, but Barbara just could not place the name with the face.
She closed the door and led her guests into the kitchen.

   "Barbara, I know you remember Beth but do you remember who this is?"
Cheryl wrapped her arm around the girl.

   Barbara looked the girl up and down.  She appeared to be in her late
teens, early 20's.  Her skin was perfect.  It flawlessly covered her 5' 4"
frame in a tautness one only saw in younger women.  Her breasts, while not
exceptionally large, were ample for a girl her size and seemed to be about
the same size as her hips.  Barbara remembered the green eyes but still
could not put a name on the girl in front of her.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I know I know her, but I can't seem to
remember her name." Barbara was still quizzically looking at the girl as
she answered Cheryl.

   "Shame on you.  This is June Webster.  I ran into her while shopping one
day and we started talking about old times.  Your name came up and she said
you used to baby-sit her when she was younger.  Well, she's 18 now, and
planning to enter college this fall.  When I was planning this outing, I
thought it would be a good idea to bring her along.  She jumped at the
chance." Cheryl had that knowing look in her eye and smirk on her lips.

   As soon as the name was mentioned, Barbara remembered June.  She
remembered her as the most precocious, spoiled and misbehaved little brat
she had ever had to baby-sit.  She remembered that June had a brother, one
year her junior, who was just the opposite.  As a matter of fact, Barbara
recalled, she thought he had somewhat of a crush on her.  That was years
ago, Barbara thought.  She imagined how June reacted when Cheryl told her
about her 'sex slave', and was sure she jumped at the chance to get even at
Barbara.  Of all the people Barbara had ever known, none would look forward
to torturing and humiliating her more than June Webster.

   "Yes.  Now I remember.  How are you June?" Barbara put on her best happy
face as she greeted June.  "And how is Paul, your brother?"

   "Paul and I are very well, thank you Barbara.  But haven't you forgotten
something?" The girl looked straight at Barbara and returned the phony
smile.

   "What's that?" Barbara tried to remember some detail that June was
referring to, but couldn't come up with a thing.

   "Well ...  from what I hear ..., It should be 'Mistress June'."

   Beth broke out in heavy laughter as Barbara reeled backward from the
shock.  Cheryl, too, had to laugh at the boldness June displayed to her
former disciplinarian.

   "She's right, you know," was all Cheryl could say before breaking up
again.

   Barbara regained her composure and glared at the kid.  "She hasn't
changed one bit." she thought.  Remembering her situation, Barbara knew she
would have to be on her best behavior today in order to avoid the wrath of
this kid from hell.  She bit her tongue and replied in her most courteous
voice.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress June." The words 'Mistress June' shot from her
mouth like an arrow aimed at a villain's heart.  "It won't happen again.  I
was so glad to see you again that I forgot where I was."

   "You didn't forget where you are.  You forgot who you are." Again June
returned the arrow.  "But I'll forgive you.  I know how happy you are to
see me here.  I just know this is going to be a perfect day." The sarcasm
in June's utterance w as evident to everyone present.

   Cheryl was taken aback by June's brashness and began to have second
thoughts about inviting her along.  It seem to her that June was attempting
to control the day and Cheryl didn't want that to happen.  Barbara was hers
-- all hers.  She might not object to loaning Barbara to someone
temporarily.  As Mr.  Bryant had suggested to her yesterday on the phone,
but it had to be understood that Cheryl, and only Cheryl, had absolute
control over her.  She decided the time had come to assert her authority
and she stepped in front of June to address her slave.

   "We had better get a move on here.  Look at the time.  Remember we have
to be back by 2:30, at the latest, so you can be here when the kids get
home.  Let's get that robe off so I can check to see if you're ready."
Cheryl grabbed the robe's sash and, with one tug, pulled it free from the
robe.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara slid the robe off her shoulders and laid
it over the back of a chair.  She shot a quick glance at June and noticed
the smirk on the brat's face.

   "C'mon, we don't have all day!  Assume the position!" Cheryl admonished.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara clasped her hands behind her head and
spread her legs.

   Barbara noticed that June had moved to a position directly in front of
her.  Embarrassed at her very obvious station within this circle, she
looked past the young girl and out the window behind her.  She felt Cheryl
rubbing her freshly shaved pubic mound and bend over to examine it.

   "Very good.  You remembered to shave this time.  Did you douche?" Cheryl
peered up from her vantage point at Barbara's thighs to look the young
housewife in the eyes.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's face was getting redder and redder.

   "Let's check, shall we?  Spread those pussy lips wide open so I can see
how clean you are." Cheryl's actions were clearly designed to display her
power over, and to humiliate, Barbara in front of the newcomer in the
group.

   Barbara reached down and spread the lips of her vagina as directed.  She
kept looking straight ahead as Cheryl's finger prodded the outer edges of
her vagina before forcefully plunging deep inside.  She felt the finger
withdraw and saw Cheryl stand up holding it to her nose.  The next thing
she knew, Cheryl's finger was poised on her lower lip.  Barbara knew what
was expected of her and opened her lips to accept the moistened digit.  She
saw Cheryl gloating as she moved the finger in and out of her mouth.  She
glanced back at June who seemed deeply absorbed in the entire scene as she
watched Barbara's face for any reaction.  Barbara's eyelids closed for an
instant and she felt a tear form in the corner of one eye.  She heard
Cheryl proclaim 'very good' as the finger withdrew.

   "Go get your enema bag, and bring out the outfit you bought for today.
I'd like to take a look at it before you put it on." Cheryl barked the
order out like a grade school teacher.

   Barbara hurried out of the kitchen and returned within minutes carrying
two wooden hangers, upon which her outfit hung, and the box with the enema
bag inside.  She hung the clothes on the trim around the doorway leading to
the living room and handed the box to Cheryl before re-assuming her
position.  She watched Cheryl hand the box to Beth and disappear behind
her, she assumed to check her new clothes.  Her eyes followed Beth as the
nurse opened the box and spilled the contents onto the table.  Beside the
bag and hose, the kit contained 3 nozzles.  One nozzle was the adult enema
nozzle, another a juvenile enema nozzle and the third, longer, thicker,
ribbed nozzle was meant to be used as a douching nozzle.  Beth surveyed all
three be fore picking up the douche nozzle and attaching it to one end of
the hose.  Barbara wanted to tell her that she had the wrong nozzle, but
kept quiet.  She was determined to avoid any punishment whatsoever today.
She'd be damn if she give June the satisfaction of watching her get
spanked.

   Beth attached the other end of the hose to the bag and adjusted the clip
to prevent water flowing through it.  When satisfied that everything was in
good working order, she strode over to the sink and began to fill it up
with cool water.  She noticed the dish detergent on the counter and decided
to add a generous amount to the water.  When the bag was stretched to its
maximum, she turned the water tap off and screwed the stopper into the top
then turned around to look for Cheryl.

   "I'm all ready to go.  Where are we going to do this?" she asked, when
she noticed Cheryl standing to the side, and slightly to the rear, of
Barbara.

   "Oh, I think the table will do fine." Cheryl replied.  She put her hand
in the small of Barbara's back and gave a little shove.  "Go lean over the
table, feet on the floor and spread apart, of course," she ordered.

   Barbara stumbled over to the table and placed herself as directed.  At
Cheryl's command, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her butt wide
apart exposing her opening.  A moment later she felt the nozzle probing it.
She was suddenly aware that neither the nozzle, nor her anus, had been
lubricated.  Just as she was going to yell "Wait", the nozzle broke past
the tight barrier and was inside her.  She nearly lost her grip on her
buttocks as she recoiled from the pain.  The sharp pain was followed
immediately by the sensation of cool liquid filling her bowels.  Within a
couple of minutes, Barbara started to feel the discomfort of being filled.
She struggled to hold all the liquid in and, in the process, her teeth
clenched her lower lip.  The volume of liquid within her distended her
lower abdomen and the pressure was tremendous -- too much for her to bear.

   "Please, Mistress Cheryl.  May I speak?" Barbara pleaded with tear
filled eyes.

   "What is it?" Cheryl answered, annoyed by the interruption.

   "I ...  I can't hold any more.  I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I just
can't!" Her agony clearly showed on Barbara's face.

   Cheryl look at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.
With a nod of Cheryl's head, Beth clicked off the flow control and began to
remove the nozzle.

   "Oh, wait a minute before you take that out." June interrupted while
frantically rummaging through her oversized purse.  "Can I just get one
picture of this?  I'm sure Paul would like to see what Barbara looks like
after all these years."

   "Make it quick, and just one!" Cheryl answered.  She found the idea of
June showing a picture of Barbara, in this position, to Paul amusing.

   Barbara watched as June positioned herself for a side-view photo of her.
Her face was looking directly at the camera when the flash went off and
caused instant blindness.  She closed her eyes and cried a little more. 
She had been psyching herself up for this day all weekend.  When she kissed
John goodbye this morning, she thought that she was mentally prepared for
anything that would happen today, and was determined not to show her
embarrassment or pain to anyone.  She hadn't planned on June, however.  Her
presence here had completely undermined all of Barbara's mental
conditioning.  When she reopened her eyes, she saw June and Cheryl huddled
around the picture in June's hand waiting for the development process to
complete itself.  They looked like two school kids looking at a National
Geographic magazine.  She turned her head and faced the other direction
while Beth slowly withdrew the enema nozzle from her.  She heard someone,
she thought Cheryl, tell her to go relieve herself and get cleaned up
again. Barbara didn't have to be told a second time.  She quickly ran from
the table to the bathroom amidst the laughter of the other girls.

   As Barbara reentered the kitchen she noticed the girls all looking at
the picture and laughing.  She saw June look up at her and drop her head
back while she exclaimed how much her baby brother is going to enjoy the
picture she took.  This was the first occasion of this sort where John was
not present to lend Barbara at least some moral support.  Feeling
completely lost and without hope, she re-assumed her position and waited.

   "C'mon, girl.  Let's get a move on." Cheryl clapped her hands together
as she spoke.  "We don't have much time to do what we have to and be back
in time for the kids.  Get your clothes on and let's get out of here."

   Barbara scurried to her clothes and began dressing.  When she put the
blouse on, she saw that it was much worse than she had imagined.  Her
darker nipples were clearly visible through the white material and, worse,
the brushing of the material against them made her nipples more erect and
much more noticeable.  She was sorry now that she had not taken the time
out to return the blouse to the store and pick out another one.  She
wiggled into the skirt and noticed it, too, was worse than she had
remembered.  If she stood straight up, with hands at her sides, and did not
move, she felt the hem of the skirt hit her near, but not quite at, the
bottom of her cheeks.  She took a deep breath and tried to push the waist
down a little further, but it was a futile attempt.  As soon as she inhaled
again, the skirt was right back in place.  The tears started again as
Cheryl grabbed her arm and spun her around for the girls to see.  As a
final insult, Cheryl unbuttoned one more button on the blouse proclaiming
that everyone should be able to see her 'pretty necklace'.  Barbara also
noticed that anyone as tall as she, or taller, would also be able to see
her entire breasts without craning their neck.  She wondered how in the
world she could ever go out in public dressed like this.  She knew she
would surely be arrested.

   Barbara locked the back door and walked over to the car where Cheryl was
holding the door open for her.  Cheryl instructed her to sit in the back.
She blushed as she bent to enter the back seat of the 2-door car and Beth
whistle indicating Barbara's privates were in clear view.  She heard June
giggle a little girl giggle and she gritted her teeth as she sat down. 
Beth crawled in beside her while June went around the car and sat in the
front next to Cheryl, who was the driver.  As Cheryl looked out the rear
window prior to backing out, Beth grabbed Barbara's knee and spread her
legs apart.  Barbara complied in silence.

   During the drive, the three girls chatted about everything under the
sun, except about Barbara and what they had planned for the day.  Barbara
would have joined in the conversation, but was afraid to speak without
asking permission, and decided that what she had to say wasn't worth the
additional embarrassment.  Her silence was first noticed by Cheryl.

   "Why so quiet, Barbara?" Cheryl asked as she viewed Barbara through the
rear view mirror.  "Doesn't our conversation interest you?  Or do you have
other things on your mind?"

   Before Barbara had the opportunity to answer, Beth chimed in.

   "Oh, I know what Barbara has on her mind." Beth giggled.  "I have what
interests her right here." Beth began searching through her pocketbook and
finally pulled out a dildo which closely resembled a male penis in looks
and feel.  She held it up and asked Barbara "Is this what interests you,
Barbara?  Is this what you want?"

   Barbara appeared to be at a loss for words and did not know how to
answer the question.  She saw Cheryl looking through the mirror again and
noticed that June had spun around and was watching with glee.  That object
certainly was not what Barbara had on her mind, but if she answered
negatively, it might be taken badly, or something more vile would be
brought up.  In a panic, she answered the safest way she knew.

   "Yes, Mistress Beth."

   "Well then, you shall have it.  But first, let me 'flavor' it a bit for
you."

   Barbara watched as Beth put the dildo under her own dress and sat back
with a large grin as her arm moved back and forth a few strokes before
reappearing with the dildo, now dripping with aromatic pussy juices.  When
Beth began moving towards her, Barbara spread her legs a little wider in
anticipation of the insertion.  To her surprise, Beth told her to "Open up
and say 'ahhh'." Barbara was bewildered by the request.  She opened her
mouth and began to say "ahhh" but the insertion of the dildo into her mouth
cut her words short.  She was caught completely off guard by the sudden
thrust of the rubber penis into her mouth.  Her eyes flung wide open and
she saw the laughter on June's face.  She sat there, in tears, as Beth told
her to work it in and out with her hand and to pretend she was giving some
guy a blow job.  She complied and began to suck and move the dildo in and
out of her mouth.  She heard Beth suggest that she use her other hand on
her pussy to get herself off.  Again she complied.  As the car sped along
the busy highway, Barbara was too embarrassed to look out the window for
fear of seeing a passerby staring at her.  She slid down a little further
in her seat to avoid such notice but pretended the maneuver was designed to
effect better penetration of her finger into her pussy.  She closed her
eyes and began drifting off.  The car's swaying soon became the gentle
motion of a water bed.  The fingers now touching the tender areas on the
inside of her thighs were those of her husband, John.  The swooning had
begun, accompanied by the characteristic low moans.  Her hips instinctively
moved in rhythm with the prodding fingers and the petting on the inside of
her legs.  Her journey to paradise had begun.  Th e swaying ended abruptly
with a jolt as the penis was yanked from her mouth.  Barbara opened her
eyes to the leering faces of three smiling women.  She was shocked by the
reality of where she was and embarrassed that she had allowed herself to
fall victim to her inner body's cravings so early in the day.  She glanced
down at Beth's hand still stroking her thigh and at her hand with 3 fingers
still inserted deeply inside her.  She looked at Beth and thought back to
her last encounter with her and the heavenly feeling of her tongue on the
spot her hand now occupied.  Suddenly, she felt disgust and quickly removed
her hand and sat up.

   "First stop.  Everybody out." Cheryl exclaimed as she turned the key to
shut off the car.

   Barbara looked out the window.  She had no idea where she was.  A sign
above the shop in front of her read: "Jule's Leather Goods -- Coats,
Luggage, Riding Equipment & Specialties".  In the window were various sets
of gorgeous leather suitcases as well as many different travel accessories.
She wondered what Cheryl could possible have in mind stopping here.  It
then occurred to her that Cheryl must be going to buy luggage for her move
to Colorado.  The thought of that happening lightened her load and made the
day seem a little brighter.

   The seat in front of her was pulled forward and the three girls were
standing around the door waiting for her to emerge.  She struggled to get
out with revealing the least amount of flesh to her audience.  In one way,
she thought, they were doing her a big favor.  In their desire to watch her
get out of the car and humiliate herself, they formed a perfect shield
against anyone happening by.  She gave one last push and planted her feet
firmly on the ground.  The car door slammed and the group of women followed
Cheryl into the store.

   Once inside the small shop, Cheryl led the group past the stares of
browsing customers directly to a doorway located at the very rear of the
display area.  Barbara wondered at first why they were bypassing all the
luggage, but thought that, perhaps, Cheryl had already purchased her
luggage and was just going to pick them up.  As she walked through the
second doorway, she gasped and realized the real purpose of their stop
here. The small room resembled a dungeon with an abundance of mannequins
wearing collars, cuffs, leather hoods, etc.  Several mannequins were
arranged in bizarre positions and held there by various forms of chains and
bars, while others sported devices attached to their nipples, vaginas and
penises.  Most of these mannequins also featured different forms of gags
and blindfolds around their heads.  The walls of the room displayed all
sorts of whips and paddles.  Barbara shuddered at the sight.  Her eyes were
agape at the many spectacles on display before them.  She vowed she would
try her best to prevent any punishment that might entail the use of any of
these articles of true torture.

   A salesman approached and began talking to Cheryl.  Barbara did not pay
attention to what was being said.  She was busy looking at the displays
around her.  She noticed that several of the customers from the front of
the store had followed them and were milling around the mannequins and
staring at her.  She blinked and turned her head back towards Cheryl and
the salesman.

   "To tell you the truth, we have nothing yet," Cheryl was explaining to
the older salesman.  "I'm really looking for some items that would be used
on occasions when discipline would be in order.  You know, nipple clamps
that adjust to different amounts of pressure, and from which you can hang
different size weights.  Also, I'd like something for paddling or whipping
that would smart, but not raise large welts." Cheryl grabbed Barbara's arm
and pulled her to her side.  "This is Barbara, my slave..." Cheryl
continued.  "Her husband raised an objection at my use of a leather belt on
her backside the other night and I thought I could find something as
effective, but that didn't leave such large marks.  I think you can still
see where the belt struck in a couple of places.  Turn around, Barbara and
show the man your poor ass." Cheryl spun Barbara around and pushed her head
forward so that Barbara was forced to bend at the waist.

   Barbara felt Cheryl lift her skirt hem and tuck it into the waist band
while her other hand lightly ran across her exposed rump.  She saw Beth in
front of her with a slight smile on her lips and June to her side with a
hand across her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably.  Past them, Barbara
noticed that the eyes of the other customers in the room were now glued to
the group of girls putting a slave on display.  Many of the customers were
in awe at the scene and simply stood with mouths opened in amazement. 
Barbara felt the heat of the blood rushing to her face as she blushed in
embarrassment.  She had come to realize that no matter how well she had
prepared herself to expect the worse, it seemed that the worse she had
imagined was never as bad as what actually took place.  She yearned for the
salesman to ask the others to leave the room until he was through with this
customer, but he appeared to be in as much shock as the gawkers were and
was completely taken aback by the situation.

   "Well, you really can't see them any longer, but if you rub your hand
over her cheeks, you can feel what I'm talking about.  Here, feel this?"
Cheryl grabbed the salesman's hand and placed it on Barbara's buttocks. 
"Just be careful.  She was playing with herself on the way here and I'm
afraid she's gotten herself all excited and wet down there."

   Barbara could have died from embarrassment when she heard Cheryl tell
the salesman that story, although it was true.  She could feel the cool air
against her wet vagina evaporating the pussy juices.  She felt goose bumps
form on her cheeks as the salesman's hand wiped slowly and softly across
them.  His touch made even more juices flow from her pussy.  She noticed
that the rest of the customers in the room were now completely engrossed in
her display.  She saw two businessmen slowly edge their way to the rear of
the room in order to get a better view of her behind.  She closed her eyes
and hung her head in despair.  The salesman's hand stopped its wandering
and Cheryl tugged her into an upright position once more.  She heard the
salesman ask Cheryl to wait a moment and he disappeared into another back
room.

   He returned carrying what looked like a small whip, but with many ends.
He explained to Cheryl that this cat of nine tails was her best bet.  The
thin tails produced a stinging bite on even a gentle slap, while their
rounded edges prevented large welts from forming when swung lightly. 
Cheryl looked at Barbara and then back to the salesman to finalize the
sale.

   For the next 45 minutes Barbara was subjected to gross humiliation as
she was made to try on several different ball gags, nipple clamps, leather
panties with built in dildos and so forth.  Her humiliation had become a
show for the growing crowd of customers in the back room and they would
whistle and applaud their approval after each item was demonstrated.  When
the session ended, Cheryl had purchased the cat of nine tails, a pair of
adjustable nipple clamps with an assortment of dangling weights, a leather
gag which sported a 4 inch replica of a very thick penis to be inserted in
her mouth and panties with a pair of black dildos built in.  The quartet
began to leave the shop when Barbara sensed that her skirt had not been
taken ou t of the waist band.  In a panic, she stopped short.

   "Please may I speak, Mistress Cheryl?" Barbara asked in obvious
distress.

   "What is it now, Barbara?" Cheryl appeared agitated at the delay.

   "I think you forgot to put my skirt back down over my ...  ass." Barbara
was careful to use the right word.  "May I please arrange it, Mistress
Cheryl?"

   Cheryl looked at Barbara's backside and laughed.  "Yes, go ahead," she
chuckled.  "We don't want the whole world to see your pretty little ass. 
Do we, Barbara?"

   "No, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara answered as she straightened her skirt.

   "Tell me, Barbara.  Who do you want to see your ass?" Cheryl looked at
Barbara's eyes with a sly, half grin on her lips.

   Barbara was taken aback by the question.  She thought for a moment then
lowered her eyes and answered the way she thought Cheryl wanted.  "Just
you, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Oh, really?  You mean you don't want John to see your ass -- your own
husband?" Cheryl was playing the game again and enjoying every moment. 
"And how about Beth, after all she's done for you.  And June, who was so
happy to see you again?  You mean, you would deprive them the pleasure of
seeing your pretty ass?" She looked deeply into Barbara's eyes with a
pouting, inquisitive look.

   Barbara never raised her head as she replied.  Her full blush was seen
by all in the shop.  "No, Mistress Cheryl.  I want John and Beth and June
to see my ass, too," she answered in a very low tone, disappointed that she
had answered wrong the first time.

   June, who had been standing close alongside Barbara during the exchange,
reached over and grabbed Barbara's chin and lifted her head up to face
hers. "And what about my brother Paul?  Wouldn't you like to have him see
your ass.  I mean, he once liked you very much and I'm sure it would make
his day to see his Barbara's bare ass.  Wouldn't you like to give him the
enjoyment he'd get from seeing it?"

   Panic struck Barbara again.  How could she answer that question?  Having
a teenage boy looking at her naked body was nothing she would ever consent
to.  She looked as Cheryl with a pleading expression, hoping that she would
dismiss June's question and spare her the humiliation of having to answer
it.

   "Well, Barbara?  Answer the question.  Wouldn't you like to bring such
joy to one of today's youth?" Cheryl was getting excited by this aspect of
Barbara's humiliation.  She felt her pussy getting wet just thinking about
it.  She stepped closer to Barbara.  "Well, answer June, Barbara."

   "Y...Y...Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  I would like to let Paul see my ass,
too." At the completion of her answer, June dropped her hand from Barbara's
chin and the beaten woman's head slumped against her chest as she began to
sob.

   "Well, we'll have to see what we can do to arrange it then," Cheryl said
and turned and continued towards the front door.

   Barbara followed Cheryl out of the store to the cheers and clapping of
the spectators.  Barbara wondered why Cheryl would spend so much money on
these items when she was moving to Colorado so soon.  She remembered John
telling her not to count her chickens, and she thought that perhaps Don had
refused the promotion and transfer.  The tears formed but she held them
back admirably.  The quartet piled back into the car and sped away leaving
behind several people who would not soon forget what they had witnessed on
this day.

   "We only have 2 stops left," Cheryl announced.  "Anyone feel like
lunch?"

   Barbara remained silent while Beth and June both agreed that lunch was a
good idea.  The car soon pulled into the parking lot of "Les Gourde," a
fashionable restaurant frequented by a mostly upscale clientele.  Barbara
had always wanted to eat here, but couldn't justify paying the prices they
demanded for one meal.  She would gladly refuse the opportunity to eat here
now if it were possible, but for a different, more obvious, reason.

   The group entered the restaurant and were greeted by the stares of all
who noticed them.  Barbara wanted to hide behind the elegant draperies. 
Many of the patrons looked on in disapproval as the maitre de led them to
their table in a far corner of the main dining area.  The dining area was
decorated in pastels and was very brightly lit by fixtures that looked very
elegant and very expensive.  The place had a special aurora about it that
shouted "class".  The waiter handed them all menus but Cheryl grabbed
Barbara's out of her hand and handed it back to the waiter explaining that
Barbara was not very hungry and would only be having something light which
Cheryl would pick out from her menu.  The waiter took back the menu with a
raised eyebrow and asked the group for their cocktail orders.  They all
followed Cheryl's suit and ordered frozen strawberry Daiquiris.  Cheryl
ordered Barbara a beer and asked that it be poured into a bowl.  The waiter
again raised an eyebrow and disappeared.  A few moments later he returned
with the drinks.  He gave each of the others their cocktail and placed a
bowl in front of Barbara.  He opened a bottle of beer and poured in slowly
into the bowl.  When finished, he laid a soup spoon next to the bowl and
asked if they were ready to order.

   Beth spoke first, ordering the house salad, with French dressing, and
the Turkey club.  June chose to skip the salad and opted for the open faced
steak sandwich.  Barbara's mouth was watering as they ordered.  She had not
realized how hungry she was.

   "I'll have the roast beef au jus," Cheryl said.  She touched Barbara's
hand and ordered for her.  "She'll just have a bowl of the beef broth."

   They all handed the menus back to the waiter and watched as he departed.

   "A toast." Cheryl raised her glass high and spoke in a loud voice.  "To
our dearest Barbara ...  and all her canine friends."

   Barbara blushed and looked down at her bowl.  "She would have to bring
that up again," she thought to herself.  She heard the glasses clink
together and return to the table.

   "Barbara?" Cheryl touched Barbara's hand again.  "This lunch is in honor
of your recent show for Mr.  Bryant, who, by the way, called and said that
he'd like to use your 'special talents' again when a group of buyer's come
to town for his annual open house.  And my neighbor, Jackie, said thank you
for taking such good care of her Rocco.  She also asked if you'd be
available in the future.  I told them both that we'd have to see how well
behaved you are."

   "Anyhow," Cheryl continued, "I'm sorry I didn't order you something more
substantial for lunch.  I thought that, since you are not allowed to use
your hands to assist you in eating (in keeping with the theme of the lunch)
that a liquid lunch would make it much easier for you.  Keep your hands on
your lap and use your tongue to lap up your beer and broth when it comes."

   Barbara looked around at the crowded dining room.  She had been seated
with her back in the corner and was able to look out across the entire
room. In turn, the entire room could plainly see her, as was evident by the
number of stares she was still receiving.  Her face flushed crimson when
she lowered her head to the bowl of beer and began lapping it up as Cheryl
ordered.

   "I've got to go to the ladies' room," June said as she pushed back her
chair and rose from the table.  "Would you like to go with me Cheryl?"

   Beth agreed to stay behind and watch Barbara to make sure she drank her
entire bowl of beer while Cheryl and June left for the ladies' room.  Lunch
was served soon after the pair returned and they all began eating.  The
broth was the most delicious beef broth Barbara had ever tasted.  It was a
shame that she would be to embarrassed to ever show her face in here again.
She could imagine what the real food tasted like.  Cheryl kept admonishing
her to keep lapping whenever she would stop for a breath and she was soon
done with her 'meal'.  She reached for her napkin, but a scowl from Cheryl
made her drop it back onto the table.  Beth picked it up and lowered it
under the table.  Barbara suddenly felt her vagina being wiped with the
fine linen held in Beth's hand.  She looked around the room to see if
anyone had noticed what was happening now.  As she expected, several of the
patrons were staring under her table and poking their partners with their
elbows to make them aware of what was going on.  When Beth had finished
wiping Barbara's pussy, she raised the napkin to Barbara's face and began
wiping the broth from her face and lips.  Barbara smelled her own juices on
the cloth and blushed even deeper, much to the delight of many of the
diners and the disgust of the others.

   After the girls finished their meal and Cheryl had paid the bill,
leaving a rather large tip for the gracious waiter, they got up to leave.
When they reached the lobby, Barbara had a sudden urge to urinate.

   "Please Mistress Cheryl, may I speak?" the blushing girl asked.

   "Now what!" Cheryl snapped.

   "I'm sorry to bother you, Mistress Cheryl, but I have to p..pis real
bad. May I go to the ladies' room, Mistress Cheryl?"

   Cheryl looked at Barbara from foot to head.  "Of course I'll let you
relieve yourself, Barbara, but not here.  Follow me."

   The three girls followed Cheryl out of the restaurant into the parking
lot.  They walked to the far end and stopped where the pavement ended and
the lawn began.

   "This spot will do." Cheryl proclaimed.  "Go ahead and relieve yourself,
Barbara."

   Barbara looked at the lawn and then to the parking lot.  She couldn't
possibly urinate here, in the open, with all these people entering and
leaving the restaurant.

   "That's okay, Mistress Cheryl.  I don't have to go anymore," she lied.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, but she did know she
couldn't do it here.

   Cheryl walked over to Barbara and yanked her hair.  "Listen, bitch.  You
have to piss and you know it!  Now squat right here, right now and piss or
we'll start using some of those goodies we bought earlier immediately!" She
released Barbara's hair and stood tapping her foot.

   Barbara starting crying as she inched over to the grass.  She looked at
Cheryl one more time before she squatted down and began peeing.  June's
giggling increased her shame and made her feel like strangling the little
brat -- something she now wished she had done years ago instead of just
thinking about it.  She watched the flowing urine form little streams and
trickle down the sloping lawn onto the pavement.  When she was through
urinating, Barbara looked up at the group watching her.  Beth, noticing
Barbara's dilemma, offered her a tissue from her purse.  Barbara took the
tissue and wiped herself before arising and following the group back to the
car.  Once they were all inside, the car started off towards its next
adventure.

   The car had barely gone 4 blocks before it stopped in front of "Adult
World", an adult novelty shop.  Once again the women filed into the shop
with Cheryl leading the way.  Barbara followed Cheryl's quick pace to a
counter that had a large as sortment of dildos and vibrators on display. 
Barbara looked around and noticed that the shop had at least 15 customers,
all male, crammed into its small display area.  They all noticed the women
come in and were constantly glancing up from their books to watch them. 
She blushed deeply as Cheryl loudly explained to the salesman that her
slave had "outgrown" her present dildos and needed something larger and
with more "pizazz".  The salesman proceeded to fill the counter top with
dildos of all colors and shapes which vibrated, got hot, squirted liquids,
undulated, squirmed, rotated and what have you.  Cheryl picked out a 12"
black lifelike dildo, made of silicone.  It featured a piston built in
which made its tip extend and retract at a variable rate.  Barbara looked
at the instrument in horror.  Its diameter of about 2 inches looked too big
to fit inside her.  Nonetheless, Cheryl held it high in the air and decided
it was just right for her and told the salesman "I'll take it".

   Next, Cheryl wanted to look at butt plugs and anal stimulators.  The
salesman beckoned the group to another counter and proceeded to lay out
another assortment of grotesque looking devices meant to be used anally. 
Cheryl chose 2 butt plugs f rom the group.  One looked just like the one
that was used on Barbara by Beth after she had given her the enema a few
weeks ago, except it appeared to be a little larger.  The second one was
definitely larger than the first and resembled a penis.  Cheryl then looked
over the group of probes and vibrators but couldn't decide on which one she
wanted.

   "What do you think, Barbara?" She asked.  "Which one would give you the
most pleasure when inserted up your ass?"

   Cheryl's crude language, and the salesman snapping his head up to look
at her, caused Barbara even more embarrassment.  Cheryl knew that having
her choose such a device would humiliate her further.  She kept her head
low as she looked over the instruments laid out on the counter.  She was
unsure of which one to pick.  If she picked the smallest, Cheryl would
surely disagree and choose the largest.  She finally decided on one with a
handle attached to a short, bent stem, at the end of which was a slightly
thicker tube that contained the vibrating unit.  She pointed it out to
Cheryl and the salesman.

   "This one, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Yes, I kind of liked that one, too.  The handle would make it easier
for you to manipulate while you carry on your 'other' activities." Cheryl
picked the vibrator up and studied it before looking at the salesman. 
"Would you have this in a larger size?" she asked.

   Barbara kept her head down and stared at the counter top.  She was much
too embarrassed to face the salesman directly.  He reached into a drawer
under the counter and retrieved a larger version of the vibrator and laid
it in front of her.  She just nodded her head affirmatively.  She knew
better than to disagree with Cheryl's decision.

   Having completed their purchases, the girls left the shop and returned
to the car.  Barbara was relieved that the purchases had been made without
her having to demonstrate anything as she did in the leather shop.  With a
little luck, she thought, the worst part of the day could be over.  She
glanced at the clock on the dashboard and noticed the time was 1:00 p.m. 
"Only 90 minutes to go," she thought.  She felt confident that she could
deal with anything for another 90 minutes.  She changed her mind when the
car slowed in front of a tattoo parlor.  She froze in her seat and her
heart started to beat faster when the car came to a halt in the parlor's
parking lot.  "no, no, no," she mumbled to herself.

   "Mistress Cheryl.  May I speak?" Her voice displayed a sense of urgency
mixed with panic.

   "Go ahead Barbara," Cheryl shrugged.

   "Mistress Cheryl, please.  I can't get a tattoo.  You promised that I
wouldn't be permanently marked.  Please, Mistress Cheryl, don't make me get
a tattoo." Barbara started crying.

   "Oh, for God's sake, Barbara stop your crying.  I promised that no
punishment would leave you permanently marked.  I never agreed to anything
else.  Besides, I talked to John about what I was planning and he said it
would be okay.  Now let's not hear anymore about it!  Don't make me have to
use all my new toys so soon.  It's getting late, you wouldn't want the kids
walking in while you're getting punished, would you?"

   The words rang like a rifle shot in Barbara's ears.  She knew Cheryl
wasn't just threatening.  She had no doubt that Cheryl would get great
pleasure in humiliating her in front of her children.  She wouldn't let
that happen, but she did NOT want a tattoo, either.

   "No, Mistress Cheryl.  Please have mercy."

   Cheryl smiled.  "I am showing mercy by not whipping your ass right here
and now.  Now stop crying and get your ass out of the car!"

   Barbara began to extricate herself from the rear seat, but she could not
make the sobbing stop.  She wiped her eyes before entering the shop.  Once
inside, she followed Cheryl to the owner standing at the counter.  Cheryl
told the owner who she was and that she had made an appointment for this
session.

   "Oh, yes.  As a matter of fact, I have everything ready," the owner said
and looked at Barbara.  "Is she the girl you want it done to?"

   "That's her," Cheryl replied.

   The owner of the shop turned to Barbara and talked very politely to her.
He said that she appeared distraught and perhaps she did not want to have
this done.  He advised her he would not do anything if she did not want it
done.  He then ask ed her if she wanted to go through with it.  Barbara
thought for a minute before answering "Yes".  She wanted to say "no" but
knew what would happen to her for such an act of insubordination.  She
followed the owner to a small booth.  The owner sat down at a small table
and motioned Barbara to take the seat opposite him.  As Barbara sat down,
she noticed a small bottle of alcohol and a small paper cup, which held a
gold ring of about 1/2" in diameter, on the table top.

   "Okay, now which one is it to be?" The man asked as he grabbed a cotton
swab and began pouring the alcohol on it.

   Barbara had no idea what the man was talking about.  She stared back at
him with her lips pursed, ready to ask him what he meant, when Cheryl
leaned over her and unbuttoned her blouse.  She pushed the blouse over
Barbara's shoulders and down her arms until Barbara's breasts were
completely exposed.  Cheryl cupped her hand under Barbara's left breast and
raised it gently.

   "I think this one," Cheryl volunteered.

   The man swabbed Barbara's nipple with alcohol and picked up a large
needle and poured alcohol over it.  Barbara quivered when she realized what
was going to happen and she looked up at Cheryl's face and silently mouthed
"please".  As she watched Cheryl smiling at her, she felt the man's hand on
her breast, squeezing the nipple.  She winced as she felt the needle being
pushed through her tender breast.  When she opened her tear filled eyes,
the man was removing the ring from the alcohol f illed cup and pulling it
open in preparation to inserting it into her freshly punctured breast.  She
watched as the ring was painfully forced through the hole and snapped into
place.  She looked at this latest, more visible, token of her domination by
Cheryl.

   "Now, you mentioned something about a small tattoo?" The man was asking
Cheryl.

   Barbara listened in shock as Cheryl explained to the tattooist that she
wanted a small, red heart with "Cheryl" printed across it.  She waited
while the man flipped through the pages of his book until he found what he
believed Cheryl wanted.  Cheryl nodded affirmatively and the man reached
into the cabinets behind him and brought out several bottles of ink.  He
prepared another cotton swab by dousing it with alcohol.

   "Where are we going to put this?" he asked.  This time, he ignored
Barbara completely and spoke directly to Cheryl.

   Cheryl ordered Barbara to stand up with her back to the man and to bend
forward with hands on the floor and legs spread widely.  Barbara hesitated
then, realizing again that resisting would be fruitless, did what she was
told.  Cheryl raised her skirt and tucked the hem back into the waistband.

   "I'd like it right here," Cheryl touched the spot where she desired the
tattoo be placed.

   Barbara felt Cheryl's finger touch her on the small area of skin between
her vagina and rectum.  She began crying in embarrassment again.  At least,
she thought, no one would be able to see it.  She then thought about how
she would be unable to face the doctor for her annual check-up and pap
smear, and what if she were involved in an accident?  What kind of woman
would they think she was?  Her thoughts continued along those lines as the
tattooist worked.  The hum of the machine sending countless needle pricks
into flesh and the occasional wiping by the artist seemed to go on forever.
Finally, the ordeal was over.  The man placed a mirror between her legs so
that she could see what he had done.  Barbara looked, but her eyes were so
full of tears that she saw nothing.  She heard him explain how to care for
the tattoo and she took the sample tube of salve he offered.  She heard
Cheryl settle the bill with the shop owner.  She heard Beth and June
giggling as they talked about the piercing and marking of her body.  She
stood up when she was told to do so and, still dazed and confused, she
followed Cheryl out of the store and back into the car.  She saw and heard
all that went on during the last 15 minutes, or so, but Barbara saw only
images and heard only sounds.  Her mind refused to focus on anything going
on around her.  She only thought of the ring in her nipple and the
permanent marking carved between her legs.  She thought of how she had
fallen to this.

   During the ride home Barbara started to regain control of her thoughts
again.  She was teased and made to display her nipple and tattoo to Beth
and the giggling June.  She noticed how tender and concerned Beth had been
during her examination while June was more like Cheryl, cold and
domineering.  Barbara, who once disliked and feared Beth, had suddenly
developed a genuine liking towards her.  She knew Beth was a lesbian, of
course, but, after all she had done these past few weeks, lesbianism had
come to be accepted by her -- not that she liked it.  No, she still
detested the thought of licking another woman's vagina, but it no longer
caused her stomach to turn.

   The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a private house. 
June opened the door and got out.

   "Thanks a lot, Cheryl.  I really had a blast today." The teenager was
all smiles and excited as she talked.  "Don't forget to tell her."

   "You're welcome, June.  No I won't forget, just don't YOU forget the
rules." Cheryl replied.

   "Not to worry.  I wouldn't do anything that would mess up this
arrangement." June turned her attention to the back seat.  "So long Beth.
Nice meeting you.  And Barbara.  It was so nice to see you again.  Good bye
for now I'll see you again , soon." June shut the door and hurriedly walked
up to the house as the car backed out the drive.

   "If I have anything to do with it, you'll never see me again." Barbara
said to herself as she watched June disappear into the house.  She wondered
what June had reminded Cheryl to tell her.  It didn't matter.  It was 2:20
and her ordeal for today was over.  She would soon be back to being mom
again and looked forward to seeing her children come home from school. 
People who truly loved her and lavished that love on her.  She needed that
now.  At the past sessions, John had been there and, although he did very
little physically to comfort her, his presence and loving looks would
provide Barbara with the strength she needed to go on.

   A deep sigh escaped Barbara's lips as the car pulled to a halt in her
driveway.  She waited for Cheryl's permission to get out and hoped on hope
that she and Beth would not want to come in.  Cheryl twisted around in her
seat and spoke directly to Barbara.

   "Well that's all the fun for today, Barb.  Did you have as good a time
as we had?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara lied.  Then, to her surprise, Barbara
blurted out "I just wish I didn't have to get a tattoo, Mistress Cheryl. 
It hurt so bad, and I feel so ashamed about it." After it came out, Barbara
wished she could take it back.  She had come so far, she hoped she hadn't
spoiled it and cause Cheryl to get angry and punish her in front of the
kids coming home.

   "You'll get over it.  Besides, no one will ever see it unless you or I
want them to." Cheryl dismissed Barbara's protest without even a threat of
punishment.  "Listen, during lunch June asked if she could bring Paul over
to see you.  I told her she could BUT she couldn't come before 10 a.m.  and
had to be out by 1.  I figure that would give you plenty of time to get
your housework done and still leave them enough time to play.  You will do
whatever they ask, but they are not to punish you.  They will report any
misbehavior to me and I will determine if punishment is justified.  You
will prepare the enema she'll give you.  I told her one and a half quarts
maximum.  They'll be here tomorrow at ten.  Be ready and answer the door
completely nude.  I also told her no more pictures.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara was devastated by that news.  How could
she ever let a pair of teenagers -- who she once baby-sat -- boss her
around and make her do any disgusting sex act they could think of.  As if
the rest of the day wasn' t enough to degrade her and make her lie awake
tonight with thoughts of disgrace, this would be enough to make sure she
spent the night worrying.

   "Just be sure you do as told and you'll be okay.  After all, they're
only kids.  What could they possibly demand of you that you haven't already
done?  Come up front and give me a kiss good bye." Cheryl slid from under
the steering wheel and placed one leg on the seat.

   Barbara knew where Cheryl expected to be kissed.  It was getting to be
routine.  She looked around to make sure no neighbors were around before
she got out of the back and got into the front of the car.  Cheryl hiked
her skirt up and Barbara knelt on the floor and began licking her pussy. 
She was amazed at how wet Cheryl was and hoped she would not be expected to
bring her to orgasm out in the open like this.  As she was licking, Barbara
thought she noticed the blinds of the neighbors house move.  She slouched
lower and buried her head deeper in Cheryl's legs.  Finally, Cheryl's legs
closed and Barbara's head came up.  She could feel the pussy juice all over
her lips and cheeks.  She got up and exited the car.

   "Good bye, Mistress Cheryl.  Good bye, Mistress Beth," she said. 
Barbara waited for them to return her good bye before she turned and walked
into the house.  *************

   Barbara barely finished cleaning herself up and changing clothes when
the kids popped through the door.  For now, her world was normal again. 
She did not have any time left to worry about June and Paul or her aching
nipple and tattoo.  She k ept busy making snacks, breaking up little spats,
preparing dinner and all the things she had done for 7 years.  Things she
loved doing for people she loved.  As she watched the kids drink their milk
and watch the afternoon comics on TV, she thanked God that they did not
have to come home to the scene of their mother nude and being spanked.  She
walked into the living room and gave them both a big hug and told them she
loved them.

   John arrived home just as dinner was done.  He only had time to wash up
and sit down at the table before Barbara started serving.  He looked at his
wife and wondered how her day had gone.  They never spoke of the sessions
with Cheryl while the kids were home and awake.  Cheryl had told him of her
plans to have Barbara's nipple pierced and a little tattoo put on her.  At
first he objected but Cheryl showed him pictures of women with rings in
their nipples, labia, nose and even tongues and they did not seem bothered
by them.  Cheryl also promised that the tattoo would done in a place where
nobody would notice and would be very small.  She did not tell him what the
tattoo would look like and he was dying to see where it was placed and what
it was, if she had gotten one at all.  Barbara gave no indication that she
was in any pain, in fact, she seemed more cheerful than she had been in a
long time.

   Barbara finished putting the dinner on the table and sat down to eat. 
She smiled at John, but a tear formed in her eye and she stretched her
blouse tight over her breast to show John the outline of the ring placed
there.  He looked at the ring, then her face, but said nothing.  She was
dying to tell him about her day and how embarrassed she was.  She also
wanted to ask him why he gave permission to Cheryl to have this done to
her. At that instant, she found it very easy to hate him for going along
with Cheryl in her plan to mutilate her.  That impulse passed quickly as
she realized that John was a kind, peaceful man who hated to make waves. 
She thought for a moment then came to the conclusion that John was a wimp
in front of women -- but he was her wimp and she loved him.

   The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the house and caring for the
kids while John worked in the basement.  His finishing of the basement was
something he had started almost a year ago and was now nearing completion.
Barbara couldn't wait for the kid's playroom and her laundry room to be
done.  It would give them so much more room in the main part of the house.
Finally, it was time to tuck the kids into bed, a task Barbara cherished.
When they were all snug and sound asleep, Barb ara stepped into the
bathroom to take care of herself.

   Barbara emerged from the hot shower and toweled herself off.  She
couldn't resist grabbing the hand mirror and looking at the tattoo.  She
would be able to tolerate it a lot better, she thought, if "Cheryl" wasn't
inscribed through the damn thing.  The placing of her tormentor's name in
that spot made her feel like some cheap biker slut.  That is probably the
exact effect Cheryl wanted to accomplish, she told herself.  She looked at
her nipple with the ring dangling through it.  There was hardly any pain at
all coming from it.  To be sure, she was tender there, especially if she
pulled on the ring slightly, but to her amazement, under normal
circumstances she barely noticed it.  The good news was that the ring could
easily be removed and, she assumed, the hole would close like the hole in
an ear when no earring had been inserted for a period of time.  She slipped
into her robe and walked into the bedroom where she sprawled out on the bed
and watched TV while she waited for John .  She soon heard the shower
running and knew John would be coming to bed momentarily.

   John walked into the bedroom completely nude, as usual, after he took a
shower.  Barbara watched him while he walked over to the bed.  She looked
at his cock sway from side to side with each step he took and a yearning
came over her.  When he laid down on the bed next to her, Barbara opened
her robe and completely exposed her body to him.  She said not a word as he
leaned on one elbow and examined the ring.

   "Well, it's not as bad as I thought.  In fact, I think it looks kinda
sexy on you," John said as his finger lightly traced circles around
Barbara's nipple.  "Does it hurt?"

   "Not so much now, but it hurt like hell when he put the hole through
it." Barbara watched John's finger and watched as her nipple began to stand
erect.  A wave of excitement came over her when she saw his dick begin to
twitch and grow.  "It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the other thing."

   "What other thing?" John asked.  He looked at Barbara's body from head
to toe and didn't see the tattoo he had expected, but, judging from
Barbara's statement, it was there somewhere.  He guessed it was on her butt
and she'd have to roll over to let him see it.

   "This other thing!" Barbara's legs sprung wide open.

   John looked at both of her thighs before noticing the tattoo.  He had
never seen a tattoo placed there before.  Cheryl was right.  It was small
-- barely an inch square, and it sure wouldn't be noticed by a casual
observer.  He lowered his he ad to read the writing and felt his face turn
red.  He wasn't sure whether the reaction was from his embarrassment of
allowing Cheryl to do this to his wife or from hatred of Cheryl for having
the audacity to have her name put on the tattoo.

   "Son of a BITCH!" he exclaimed.  He looked at Barbara, who had begun to
cry.  He moved up the bed and cradled her head in his hands and kissed her
lightly.  "I'm sorry, honey.  She told me a small tattoo placed where no
one would see it.  I expected a rose or something on your butt.  I never
expected this.  THAT BITCH!"

   Barbara stifled her tears and looked at John's eyes.  She believed him.
She saw from his reaction that he was as hurt as she was by the tattoo on
her body.  She lifted her head and returned his kiss.

   "John, do you remember that bratty little June I used to baby sit?" she
asked.  She had to find out for herself just how much John knew about
today's plans.

   "Yeah.  The spoiled little 'know-it-all'.  She had a brother, didn't
she? Yeah, I remember her.  What about her?" John wondered what made
Barbara bring her name up.

   "Well, she came along with us today.  She is just as big a smart ass
today as she was back then." Barbara went on to fill John in on the entire
day's occurrences.  She left nothing out -- not the enema to start the day,
not the dildo sucking in the car, not the luncheon without utensils nor the
peeing in the parking lot afterwards.  She recalled each incident in great
detail.  As she talked, she noticed John's cock getting bigger and bigger.

   She realized that relating the day's events to him was making him horny.
It was hard for her to believe that as much as he loved her, and she truly
believe he loved her, he could get sexually excited by her being forced to
commit such disgusting things.  It may have been hard to believe, but it
was becoming more and more evident with each word she spoke.  Before she
could finish, John was on top of her.  He smothered her with kisses and
caressed her with kind, whispering words.  She wanted him now.  She needed
him.  She forgot all about the tattoo and nipple ring as he entered her. 
The love- making was mutually intensive and sincere.  It ended with them
both climaxing at the same time, something that rarely occurred.  When it
was over, John rolled off her and lay staring at the ceiling completely
exhausted.

   Barbara stared into space as she told John about June and Paul's planned
visit the next day.  She told him how humiliated and dirty she felt about
the prospects of such a visit.  As she told him her fears of what they
might demand of her, his hand reached for hers.  He whispered in her ear
she should not worry and, after all she's been through, it would be easy.
He patted her arm and went to sleep.  Barbara continued to worry and stare
into the darkness.  She didn't know at what time she fell asleep, but it
was hours later.  ************

   Barbara poured herself another glass of milk with the hope it would
settle her stomach.  She knew it wouldn't help, but she gulped it down
anyway.  The sickness in her stomach and her shaking hands were caused by
anxiety.  She sat nude at the kitchen table and watched the clock slowly
tick its way to 10 o'clock.  She went over to the sink and was rinsing the
empty glass when she heard a car pull into her drive and the sound of 2
doors slamming.  She took a deep breath and said out loud " This is it." as
she started towards the back door.  Her trembling hand turned the knob and
swung the door open.  v "Good morning, Barbara." June said as she led her
grown brother past Barbara and into the house.  "Paul was so excited when I
showed him your picture and told him about today that he just couldn't wait
to get here."

   Barbara did not respond to June's comments as she closed the door and
followed them into the kitchen.  She would never have recognized Paul. 
Over the years he had grown beyond her expectations.  He had to be at least
6' tall and had developed a very muscular build.  Barbara guessed that he
was involved in school sports.  She noticed the tightness of his body,
particularly his rear end, and remembered her high school days when
everyone looked like that.  When he turned around to face her, she also
noticed a decided bulge in his pants.  Her head jerked up and she saw that
his face still sported the features of a child.  His curly blond hair,
bright green eyes and boyish grin looked out of place on that body.  She
remained silent and waited for one of them to say something.

   "Hi, Barbara.  It's good to see you again," Paul stammered, in obvious
discomfort.  "It's been quite a while since we've seen each other.  You
look good."

   "Hello, Paul.  Thank you," Barbara replied.  She smiled at the teen's
choice of words.  His eyes walked over her naked body a thousand times as
he spoke.  She found some solace in the fact he found her still good
looking.

   "Yes, it has been a long time.  You look all grown up and pretty good
yourself.  What have you been up to lately?" Barbara hoped the casual
questioning would delay the inevitable domination of her by June and
thought that perhaps it would serve to get on Paul's good side, so to
speak.

   "Enough of the bullshit small talk!" June snapped.  She was getting
irritated by the delay and couldn't wait to demonstrate her control to her
baby brother.  "You'd better get your role here straight.  From now on it's
'Mistress June' and 'Master Paul'!  Now get that enema ready so we can get
on with it!"

   "Yes, Mistress June," Barbara was stunned by June's tone.  She scampered
to the bathroom and retrieved the enema kit.  Without stopping, she
measured out a quart of warm water and poured it into the bag before
offering it to June.

   "A little light here, aren't we?  I distinctly remember Cheryl telling
me a quart AND a half.  Now get it right!" June shoved the bag back towards
Barbara.

   Barbara shivered as she added the additional water to the bag.  She
realized she was in for it today.  June was much more sardonic and sadistic
then she had imagined.  She handed the bag back to June and bent over the
table with legs spread wide when June ordered.  She waited while June
called Paul over and pointed out the tattoo in her crotch.  Another order
from June had Barbara reach back and spread her cheeks to expose her rectum
to the teenagers.  At the last minute, June had decide d that Barbara
should lubricate her rectum with her own saliva.  Embarrassed, Barbara put
her finger in her mouth and collected the saliva which she deposited on her
rear opening.  Dissatisfied with the results, June ordered her to get more
and put i t inside.  Barbara began to cry again as she returned the finger
to her mouth and then back to her anus where she inserted it and worked it
around.  When she pulled her finger out, she felt the large douche nozzle
roughly jammed in its place and the warm water begin to fill her bowels. 
After the bag emptied June had her place her finger back into her ass to
hold back the flow.

   "It seems the tides have turned, Barbara," June spoke directly into
Barbara's ear.  "You never knew how much I despised your authority over me
back then, but, before the day is over, you're gonna find out what I felt
like.  Now go relieve yourself and report back to the living room!"

   Barbara ran into bathroom and sat on the toilet.  Fear, instilled by
June's last words, gripped her entire body as she sat there.  She knew she
had to face whatever June had in mind or face the wrath of Cheryl.  She
decided that facing June might be the easier of the two, especially since
Paul was present.  If he was still the good kid that he once was, he
wouldn't allow his sister to really harm her.  She flushed the toilet and
cleaned herself up before leaving the room.

   When Barbara walked into the living room, June ordered her to lay across
the coffee table with legs spread and play with herself.  Barbara tearfully
obeyed and positioned herself on the table and began fingering her pussy.
She was temporaril y blinded when June turned on a lamp and positioned the
shade in a manner that directed the light to the area between her legs. 
She saw Paul move over and kneel down between her knees as he watched. 
Embarrassed, she closed her eyes.  A stinging slap to side of Barbara's
face made her open them again.

   "Keep your eyes open, bitch!  I want you aware of everything that's
going to happen to you," June said.

   Barbara continued to masturbate with her eyes open, but filled with
tears.  She followed each of June's directions.  She had to move her hand
faster, use more fingers, use her other hand to spread her pussy lips so
Paul would get a better vie w.  When June became bored with watching her
playing with her pussy, she had to use one hand on her pussy and the other
to probe her ass.  It was totally degrading.  Barbara had a plain view of
the clock and each time she looked at it, the hands didn't appear to have
moved.  She heard June ask Paul a question and the next thing she knew
Paul's dick was dangling over her face.  He lowered himself until the
large, young cock knocked against her lips.  She opened her mouth and took
him in.  As she sucked Paul's dick and played with her pussy and ass,
Barbara heard some rustling from June's direction.

   "That's enough foreplay.  Get on your knees and come over here and suck
my titties."

   Barbara looked at the direction the voice came from and saw June had
stripped naked and was half sitting, half lying on the sofa.  She crawled
over to her and began to lick and suck each of her tits.  As she sucked,
she felt Paul fingering her vagina and anus.  It surprised her when her
hips started to move backwards towards his probing hands seeking even
deeper penetration.  She became aware of June's hands now on the top of her
head swirling her hair between the young girls fingers.  She felt the first
faint pangs of the orgasm building inside her and moaned softly as she
licked.  As her hips increased the pace of their undulations, Barbara felt
the hands on her head exerting gently pressure, pushing her lips downward.
She needed no further orders or coaxing.  She allowed her body to take full
control of her actions in spite of the objections in her mind.  She worked
her tongue down across June's stomach and her lips kissed their way to the
spot between the teen's legs that they were seeking.  The probing hands
behind her stopped and she was about to ask Paul not to stop when she felt
the tip of his penis press against the lips of her vagina.  With a backward
motion of her hips, she forced Paul's cock into her.  Her cravings would
soon be over.  The hands on her head tightened their grip and pressed her
mouth harder against June's pussy.  Barbara's mind kept telling her that
this physical thing would be over soon but she'd have to feel the shame and
the guilt for the rest of her life.  She knew it was true, but she was at
the point where she had no control over her body.  She lapped deeper and
harder and the dick inside her worked quicker and stronger.  She knew that
all three of them would soon find the bliss they were after.

   Afterwards, after Paul's cock spewed its semen deep inside her womb and
June's orgasm filled her mouth with the sweet nectar of woman, Barbara lay
motionless and exhausted with her lips still pursed against June's vagina
and her butt still high in the air.  Paul had collapsed in a heap on the
floor while his sister still had her eyes closed and her fingers busied
themselves playing with Barbara's hair.

   It was June who began stirring first.  She awoke from her kittenish
dream to become the lion she had been before.  Her crude language and stern
voice frightened even Paul.  Barbara was first forced to lie on the floor
with her legs spread apart in front of June while June worked her foot into
Barbara's vagina.  Then Barbara was made to lick Paul's semen from the
dripping foot.  It didn't take Barbara long to realize that June was a
natural when it came to degrading and humiliating any willing, or coerced,
victim within her control.  When June ordered Barbara to get a dildo, she
went into a tirade when Barbara told her she had none.  June stomped to the
refrigerator and returned with a variety of vegetables, hot dogs and
sausages which she forced Barbara to insert into her pussy and ass.  The
rest of the afternoon was spent with Barbara blushing and crying as she
performed every perverted act June could think of.  Her tongue had licked
June's and Paul's assholes, pussy, cock, balls, even the soles of June's
shoes.  Her poor vagina and rectum had been used by hands, feet, bananas,
carrots, ears of corn, and the Polish Kielbasa she had planned to serve for
dinner.  June was still barking orders when Barbara heard the clock s trike
one.  As if on cue, she stopped what she was doing and stood up.

   "It is now 1 o'clock.  I want you two to leave my house NOW!" Still
red-faced and in tears, Barbara watched as June and Paul jumped for their
clothes and hurriedly dressed before running out the door.  Their response
even surprised Barbara who finally felt good seeing someone else jump to
her commands.  When they were gone, she washed up and began to straighten
the house in preparation of her beloved, normal, evening with John and the
kids.  ***************

   Barbara waited until they were again in bed for the night before she
recounted the events of the day to John.  Again she noticed John getting an
erection as she told him of the tortures she went through.  Just like the
night before, when she had finished her story John rolled on top of her. 
Tonight, though, Barbara wanted nothing to do with sex.  She told John she
was not in the mood but he paid no attention to her.  She had never refused
him when he wanted sex before and decided that she wouldn't start now.  She
lay there like a log until he was through and had rolled off of her.

   "You know, John, sometimes you're a real pig," she said as she rolled
over onto her side with her back to him.

   "I'm sorry, Barb.  I just get so excited listening to you." John's
apology fell on deaf ears.  He decided now would be as good a time as any
to tell her.  "Look, Barb.  There's something I've got to tell you...."

   Barbara listened, at first in disbelief and then in horror, as John told
her of Cheryl's plans for the future.  When he was through, she said
nothing.  She stared at the wall and began crying.  She cried until there
were no more tears left to cry and the sun began to rise.

   Coming soon: The Final Descent which concludes Barbara's journey. 
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