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MRS.  ARROGANT TAMED 2 - 5

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   A Story by Lara V Cataluna

   (NC, MC, humiliation)

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   Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You
Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters,
Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

   I love to hear from readers.  Please let me know what you think.  Thank
you...

   Not having posted in a long time, I can use the advice :)

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   A week later, Rudy was seated in the comfy leather chair.  Alicia was
standing behind him, massaging his shoulders while Lara was on knees,
giving him his mid-morning blow-job.  The younger girl still seemed to be
humiliated at having to do this while her big sister watched standing
behind Rudy.

   Rudy was hell-bent on being a fair Master:

   "Lara, did you know your big sis was too much of a prude to orally
pleasure anyone before I convinced her otherwise?".  Lara knew Alicia was
always too proud, too self-assured to suck off any boy.  She'd always
wondered if she did it at least for James.  Was Lara glad now that Alicia
couldn't look down upon the little sister for pandering shamelessly to the
boys?

   "But, boy, is she a fast learner!  You can suck like a vacuum now, can't
you big sis?"

   "Yes, Master" the young wife replied in disgrace, continuing to massage
him.

   "Not just that; you can dance like a total tease, too!  Slave, go get
into your Britney costume..."

   The two girls usually wore the same exact clothes.  A short trip to
Dream Dresser had ensured that both girls had a large, identical collection
of highly provocative outfits.  They now wore the same exact outfit as each
other always.  That's how Rudy liked it: This way, neither had any
character, just a couple of harem-girls ready to serve in a moment's
notice.

   Alicia came back in her frilly catholic school-girl uniform.  In a few
minutes, the music stared blasting in the room:

   "Oops!  I did it again!!..."

   Rudy watched with great satisfaction the young wife who was dancing to
the tune of Britney Spears' song, with the same exact moves, just as she'd
practiced endlessly..

   Lara couldn't watch, since all she could see was the thick bottom of
Rudy's cock and his crotch.  She was being tested to see whether she could
make it last as long as her sister had been trained to - which meant the
sweating Alicia could go through another four, five Britney songs easy
before Rudy would reach satisfaction.

   She was halfway through the album when Rudy finally flooded Lara's
mouth.

   He checked his watch; time to go.  He had a few errands to run.  It was
close to noon and Georgey would come soon to get his treat anyway - the
girls hated it.

   Rudy first stopped at a near-by bank branch, where he had paid upfront
for a 15-year safety deposit box.  Certain things had to be kept in secret.
Like a number of pictures he'd taken as well as the two tapes: "Alicia's
confessions" and the home-made version of "Raunchy Sluts".  He'd made the
girls watch the tape several times.  The way they squirmed was most
amusing.

   But he'd kept the only copy for himself: He had to guard against the
possibility, however remote, that one of his friends who wowed to silence
might spill his guts in a drunken fit.  As is, it would mean nothing.  Guys
always had highly implausible stories to tell, especially involving
"untouchables" like Alicia and Lara.  He himself had claimed to get
blow-jobs from the hot girls in his building back in high-school -
naturally, nobody had believed a word of it.  Ironically, now that the
story had become true, he was intent on keeping the evidence top secret.

   Rudy was meeting Monique, for lunch.  She'd insisted that they meet.  He
had no idea why.  Once he was seated at the table, the part-time dominatrix
got to the point at once:

   "They are rich; and they are high-society..."

   "Who?"

   "Stop playing with me.  You know who.  The sisters you seem to have in
your complete control."

   "So?"

   "I'm guessing you're blackmailing them..."

   Rudy pondered briefly.  It was close enough...

   "Is there a point in this?  Are you with the FBI now?"

   "Don't get smart with me.  Imagine, if you will, this getting around. 
That you blackmailed them.  It would be a mini-scandal, maybe not so mini.
And the police would be interested."

   "And whoever would believe this crazy story?"

   "Well, for one thing, people hearing about it would do enough harm. 
Secondly, I have two credit card receipts, charged to their credit cards,
indicating large purchases of highly unconventional items.  I have
surveillance tapes of Dream Dresser, showing you buying things like dildos,
handcuffs, whips and what not, together with the girls.  How would you
explain it?  Particularly, to the bigger one's hubby?"

   Rudy pondered this briefly.  He had a syringe at home, which could solve
this problem at once.  Though, before he could reply, two heavy-built men
appeared at the table, taking seats without asking.  They looked like they
could have jumped right out of Goodfellas.

   "And" Monique continued, "My clientele includes all kinds of powerful
people.  They have a way of solving business problems for me..."

   One of the men, parted his jacket ever so slightly, enough to give the
glimpse of a gun.  He was not quite as subtle as Monique.

   "What do you want?" Rudy asked, apparently resigned to the situation at
hand.

   "Simple.  I've always had girls to play with.  But what I really want is
a girl who doesn't wanna play".

   "So..."

   "I want Lara.  The younger one.  No husband, no problem".

   "You can't just have her.  She's got Law school.  Even I'm letting them
go soon."

   "She can take a leave of absence.  I won't keep her forever."

   "How long then?"

   "3 months.  I bore quickly.  In all likelihood, I'll be loaning her to
friends and clients by the end of that period - once I have had the
pleasure of breaking her into an obedient cunt-licking plaything."

   "And then we'll be square?"

   "My word is my honor, honey..."

   Rudy pondered briefly.  Lara surely needed a break anyway after that
gruesome first year of law school.

   "Done!"

   Monique smiled evilly: "Well, then, let's order.  Shall we?..."

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   The Mercedes convertible sped on New Jersey Turn-Pike.  With the top
opened, the warm summer breeze was flowing into their faces.  Rudy had
found his favorite Rock station on the radio.  Alicia was seated next to
him.  Lara had just started a three-month stint as a paralegal at a law
firm previously unheard of.  She'd been necessarily re-conditioned.  James
would be coming back soon, which meant Alicia would need proper
re-conditioning, as well.  But now he was taking his pet to the beach.  He
had not told her the real purpose of this trip, deliberately.

   The traffic was not busy, except for the first two lanes reserved for
trucks.  Truck after truck seemed to be lined up, moving at the speed of a
4th of July parade.  As Rudy reduced speed and moved to the lane adjacent
to the eighteen-wheelers, he could see some of the truckers were already
eyeing the hot blonde next to him.  She was quite eye-catching with her
long hair flying in the wind and her two firm globes defiantly pressed into
the confines of a tiny blouse.  He loved to make her dress in the most
eye-catching fashion.  As she tried to ignore the dirty looks from
truckers, it was obvious Alicia wasn't used to driving next to so many
dust-spewing trucks.  When Alicia went to beach, she was usually on a
plane, heading for an exotic location, not New Jersey.

   "You loved it when they gang-banged Lara..." Rudy asked out of the blue.

   Alicia didn't reply.

   "You did, didn't you?".

   She was obviously struggling to answer.

   "Be honest".

   "Yes, Master".

   "And did you imagine yourself in her place, having your brains fucked by
a mob of men?".

   "Yiy ye Yess, Master" she said her voice crackling in shame.  It had
been one of her "confessions", too - frightening and mesmerizing at the
same time.

   "Isn't that blouse too tight for you?" he inquired.

   "Yes, Master".

   "Well then, take it off." Rudy ordered.  Alicia's face grew red
immediately.  Despite everything he had put her through, the young woman
was still every bit susceptible to humiliation - she had enough pride to
last a life-time of humiliations.  Alas, she wasn't quite as feisty as she
used to be either: Mute, she did as she was told, wisely refraining from
any protest.

   "Throw it out".

   The little piece of clothing flew out of the vehicle.  Alicia was left
naked above the waist on the highway.  The truckers immediately started
honking as the sexy blonde with bared jugs drove past them.  Rudy slowed
down to a cruising speed to make sure everyone got a good look.  He was
sure his little slave was driving the poor truckers nuts; most of them must
have been on the roads for days.  He chuckled at the spectacle of little
prim Mrs.  Dewey exhibiting her tits to rednecks on wheels on the Jersey
Pike.  If anyone remotely familiar witnessed this scandalous sight, there
would be a small explosion in certain circles back in Manhattan.  They had
to hope none of Alicia's high-society friends would drive past them at this
very moment.

   "Lean out, slave.  Shake those titties at the men!!" he instructed.

   The drivers kept honking and howling, their weary unshaven faces lit up
with lechery.  He decided to spice up the show:

   "All right, slut, sit back here...  Unbutton those jeans.  That's good.
Now start playing with yourself.  Rub your pussy...  Start pinching those
tits, you still got one hand free...  That's a good slave." Rudy waved at
the passing eighteen-wheelers one by one, showing off his slave-girl... 
"Don't look at the dashboard, look at the truckers.  Lick your lips... 
Smile for crying out loud.  Look how much they are loving it.  Make sure
everyone's getting a good look..." The drivers were blowing the horns and
bawling like mad-men.  "Maybe we'll pull into the nearest truck-stop, and
I'll let them gang-bang you!".  Alicia's eyes lit up in fear like she'd
rather be skinned alive.  "Damn, what a slut you are..." he mocked.

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   Alicia examined the tiny bikini with disbelief.  It was the most
shameless, skimpiest excuse for a bikini she'd ever seen.  The material of
the bikini was nothing more than a metallic mesh that barely pretended to
obstruct view.  The top portion of the bikini consisted of two alarmingly
inadequate triangles that did more to showcase her firm breasts than offer
any pretense of decency.  The thong bottom left her perfectly shaped ass
completely naked.  Alicia - the independent Alicia - wouldn't be caught
dead in a thong, parading around like this.  The slave Alicia, however,
stepped out and joined Rudy, heading for the sandy beach.

   As they made their way to the beach, Alicia could feel the eye tracks
all over her body, even the occasional whistles and catcalls.  It was a
rough crowd.  She hated public beaches.  This one was particularly low-end.
Everywhere she looked she saw ordinary, ugly people; slum-dwellers and
dregs, mostly a rabble of rowdy young men definitely from the wrong side of
the tracks.

   Rudy seemed rather amused with the attention she was getting.  Once they
were positioned on a pair of towels, Rudy had his slave spread sun lotion
on him.  Alicia's own body already had a fine tan - and for the moment a
growing concern was the metallic material of her bikini which was heating
rapidly in the sun, making it very itchy and uncomfortable.  She couldn't
figure out if it was on purpose but the material was tickling her entire
body, making her wanna peel the itchy mesh right off.

   Rudy watched in amusement as she squirmed in her skin-tight jail for a
while.

   "What do you think of these people?" inquired Rudy pointing towards a
group of men gathered around the ice-cream truck.

   "They look like savages, Master."

   "Yeah?".

   "Yes, Master".

   Rudy knew it was time for a final attitude adjustment in Alicia, wipe
out her superiority complex: He leaned into her ear, and gave her new
instructions.  He had to repeat himself a couple of times, and use an
unusual amount of threatening words to ensure her cooperation.  But, she'd
mellowed quite a bit since he had first injected her, and besides, the
consequences of disobedience was just so terrible...

   Alicia got on her feet and started walking towards the ice-cream truck
parked at the edge of the beach.  The sand was hot, causing her to hop as
she walked, putting a marked jiggle into her breasts.  She could feel the
blatant stares all over her virtually naked body.

   She got herself a big scoop of big vanilla ice-cream, and began licking
it with obvious ceremony.  Her tongue swirled around the white gooey stuff,
making an obvious spectacle of it, dripping some of the ice-cream onto her
firm tits - the crowd of men hanging nearby apparently loved it, judging
from the growing heckling.  By the time she finished her ice-cream, she had
an attentive audience.

   The teenager selling the ice-cream had a boombox placed on the side of
the truck.  Alicia bent over, sending a dazzling smile to the poor teen,
and turned up the volume to the max.  She playfully smiled at the herd of
men gathering around the van as her body started gyrating instantly.  A
wave of applause, whistles and cat-calls broke out.  She was twisting and
shaking, pulling her hair up from behind, sending kisses to the group of
men who were growing more and more rowdy.  Her dancing was awkward and
unrhythmic, but it hardly mattered: She was about to provoke a riot.  She
was dying in shame, but to the men watching, it seemed she was shamelessly
egging them on like a bitch in heat.  And then, with immense dread within,
she walked over to the back of the truck and pulled the doors wide open,
screaming "Gang Bang!!".

   The teenager who owned the truck didn't object - he was the first one to
jump in, with others quickly queuing up behind him.  Alicia's excuse for a
bikini was quickly ripped off her body.  The howlings of the crowd sounded
like battle cries.  Rudy watched the small uproar from afar, with measured
amusement.  He believed in sharing good fortune.  Little Mrs.  Dewey,
rather than thumbing her nose at everyone, was about to learn what it feels
like to be everyone's whore.

   As cock after cock was shoved into Alicia's face and slammed into her,
Rudy opened a bottle of Sam Adams and pulled down his shades - he had to
catch up with his tan.  He made a mental note to send Alicia to a
whore-doctor for a thorough check-up after today.  He imagined her waiting
her turn along with a room full of whores.  Besides, James was coming back
soon.

   When Alicia emerged barely covered in a towel a couple hours later, it
was almost sun down.  Cumm was dripping from every abused orifice on the
thoroughly-used body of the young beautiful wife from Manhattan
aristocracy. She was in semi-shock, having fucked and sucked an endless
army of men.  Her face glistened with shiny smears of cumm.  There were
slight bruises on her creamy body.  Stripped of her glory, Alicia Dewey
looked like a mess; a sex-doll used up to the limit rather than a glamorous
shot on the high-society pages.  She had been taken in every way
imaginable, and without break.  They'd stopped only after she was too
beaten and semen-soaked to be appealing.

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   It had been a few days since George had seen Rudy take Alicia to the
beach.

   He was sitting in the mail-room, trying to sneak a peek into a
resident's subscription of Penthouse - an apt perk for a doorman - when
Alicia walked in.  She always showed up around noon for his treat.  At
first he'd enjoyed humiliating Alicia, who had always been such a pain in
the ass.  Now he was in it for the pleasure, just the remarkable pleasure -
yet the young woman remained humiliated every time she had to service him.

   Today, though, she had a particular radiance to her.  "Hello, Georgey"
she said in a pleasant, pandering voice.  It seemed a lot of thought had
gone into her make-up and clothing.  She laid her hands on the man's knees,
pushing his legs apart gently.  She then kneeled on the floor in front of
George.

   "Georgey" she said almost nervously, "Rudy told me that if I be a good
girl and do this for you every day, you'll agree to keep silent about
everything".  James was due back soon.

   "Yes".

   "Oh, I'll be a good girl from now on" she said, leaving George somewhat
puzzled about whether she really meant it or was being forced to.

   Alicia had unzipped him and was sucking his cock diligently in the next
moment.  She looked up at the doorman occasionally, making sure he was
pleased with her performance.  And she'd make it last a good fifteen
minutes before George ejaculated.  George had to remain silent.  From now
on, she promised to herself, an incredible amount of preparation and effort
would go into Georgey's daily blow-job...

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   Rudy had cut off his visits to Alicia on the day James came back,
removing all his previous instructions, except for a few new ones: She was
to secretly continue giving George one blow-job a day.  She was to treat
Rudy as her Master whenever he referred to her as "my slave" - Rudy was
going back to school but Princeton wasn't all that far for frequent visits.

   But most of his instructions had involved James.  The poor guy would go
on with his business not knowing that his wife regularly sucked the
doorman, or that there was a band of Rudy's friends who'd fucked his wife -
and her sister - or that there was even a larger group of men in New
Jersey, or wherever, who knew all about his wife's charms.  Not to mention
a dominatrix who'd taught her all kinds of new things...  Rudy felt he had
to make it up to James, the nice guy that he was.

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   James Dewey strained to open his eyes and awaken, but gave up, still in
the midst of a most pleasant dream.  Perhaps, it was the satisfactory
outcome the previous night's events that made him feel so aloof in the
morning.

   He'd arrived from his long business trip the night before, carrying the
fatigue of a ruthless schedule that took him from London to Zurich to
Kuwait to Beijing.  It had been worth it: The company he'd inherited from
his father was now ready to go through a major expansion, all but
guaranteed to triple its sales volume over the next couple of years. 
Commies had a lot of money to spend these days.

   This, however, turned out to be only one of his rewards: Alicia had
surprised him by meeting him at the airport.  She was at her absolute best,
and not just in the way she looked - she was always gorgeous anyway.  She
was more pleasant than he could ever remember his wife being.  More
shockingly, he found a delicious sampler of French Cuisine at home, which
Alicia endlessly professed to have prepared all by herself.  Normally,
she'd never come close to handling such menial tasks.  Even the cook and
the maid were sent home, which meant Alicia assumed the serving duties -
evidently she took great satisfaction from this, too.  It wasn't until
James had his Creme Brule that Alicia had decided to showcase the real
desert: She'd walked into the living-room in stockings and lingerie that
were far too sluttish for her standards, however much to James's liking. 
And she positively had a look on her face that said to her husband "fuck me
rough".  James had expected a little pampering from his young wife, but the
amount of thought and preparation that went into this welcome act was
beyond his imagination.

   But that was when James had to ruin a perfect moment: He just couldn't
touch her without first coming clean.  He had been offered a couple of
high-priced hookers in China, an offer he'd proven too weak to resist.  And
given the way Alicia had used sex as a lever of control in their young
marriage, he wasn't sure he was supposed to feel guilty.  But he did
anyway.

   Alicia sat next to him on the leather sofa, with a sign of gloom on her
pretty face only briefly, which all but turned into guilt and
understanding.

   "James, I know this is my fault" she said almost apologizing.  "I
haven't been as passionate and attentive as I should have been".

   James didn't really know how to respond to this.

   "You know I love you, don't you?" she asked, and James saw in his wife's
eyes endless, genuine love.  "I love you, too" he managed to reply
awkwardly.

   "And I'll do anything for you." she continued.  Knowing Alicia, James
would need a lot of convincing on that but things were turning quite
extraordinary.

   She climbed on top of him, with that "fuck me" smile again on her face.
"Besides, boy will be boys!  What's a little escapade every now and then?"

   James was convinced his wife had fallen prey to alien body-snatchers but
couldn't contemplate this for long: She was already undoing his shirt.

   And then they had made love like animals - twice.  Not a bad way to be
greeted after a long trip...

   James managed to open his eyes finally, pulling himself away from the
pleasant dream.  But that wonderful feeling that consumed his mind was
still on.  Then he realized there was something on him.  On his crotch!  He
noticed a blonde batch of hair on his crotch.  It was Alicia's head bobbing
up and down - and his body and mind connected: She was giving him a
blow-job!

   Alicia raised her head, gave him a smile, then went right back to
sucking his cock, as if she was distressed to have to break away from such
an important task even for a moment.  But that glimpse was enough to reveal
she already had her make-up on and her hair made.  James could hardly
believe it: His wife, who had always rejected oral sex as too demeaning and
servile, was now waking him up with one?  But, boy, did it feel good!  She
was obviously putting an impressive amount of effort into it: She was
vacuuming like pro while her tongue danced across every vain, teasing the
most sensitive areas ever so deliciously.  James soon exploded in pure
satisfaction.

   After his wife finished swallowing enthusiastically, she finally stood
up, dressed in yet another lingerie set worn to tease and please.  "Good
morning honey" she said with a bright smile, before rushing to the kitchen
and returning with a tray: James's breakfast.  She turned CNBC on for him
and dropped the remote on the bed.  James usually took his time watching
the financial news in the morning.

   "Honey, I'll go do my aerobics while you watch the news, OK?"

   "Sure" James managed to say in amazement.

   By the time Alicia came back and took her shower, James was already in
his suit - the suit his wife had picked for him and neatly hanged on the
door, along with the matching tie.  He felt more relaxed, more aloof, more
powerful than he could ever remember.

   Alicia kissed him in her robe, more sensuously than he could ever
remember.  "Oh, look I'm getting you all wet" she said playfully.

   James pulled on the cord of her robe, exposing her body.  His wife was
just plain gorgeous.

   "Perhaps" he said in a meaningful tone, "I can afford to be a little
late this morning..."

   "Your wish is my command, Sir" she replied in her kinkiest smile,
letting her robe drop to the floor.

   A man could get used to this...



   
