"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 3 of 3)

By Orestes

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It was a god awful hot summer day, and if circumstances 
were different, I would've been enjoying it by the side 
of the pool. Maybe I would've gossiped with the other 
women about the latest humiliations that Rebecca 
Mitchell had inflicted on some poor neighbour of ours. 
And it would have been funny...

... if it weren't for the fact that Maxine and I were 
now the subjects of this gossip.

There was no way to know how much of the story Rebecca 
or her sons had told to our neighbours. They probably 
wouldn't know the whole story. I doubt that anyone ever 
did. There might be rumours about my 'date' with her 
son, Eric, but I hoped that the details hadn't been 
filled in. Maybe the neighbours had seen the way that 
Maxine and I, each in turn, had come to Rebecca 
Mitchell's condo just the previous evening, with the 
look of surrender on our faces.

And maybe the neighbours had seen Maxine walk with 
downcast eyes to the condo of Rebecca's older son, 
Eddie, while I remained anxiously behind, serving the 
queen her tea and rubbing her feet like a goddamned 
servant. But no one could know what went on between 
Eddie, his friends, and Maxine.

Not even I knew the details.

She came home smelling of beer, and piss, and unable to 
express the degradations they had inflicted on her. I 
could imagine the taunts as she revealed her almost 
middle-aged body to them. I could almost hear their 
laughter at the sag of her breasts, and the little 
extra flab on her rear end. They must have been 
merciless to her. I could see it in her eyes.

More than any of that, it was the unspoken damage to 
our relationship that kept us in painful silence. The 
secrets we had guarded so closely were falling away, 
and even with all of the love we felt for each other, 
we couldn't stash all of the secrets back into a paper 
bag in the bedroom closet.

Rebecca was closing in on the truth, and there was only 
one shot out of  this whole ugly mess...

Kristina. 

My last friend Kristina, was the only person around 
here who Rebecca Mitchell paid any grudging respect to. 
In a perverse way, Kristina  probably considered her 
and Rebecca friends, although I think she's kidding  
herself a bit. I didn't doubt Kristina would use all 
her skills to try and bail me out , the question was, 
how much slack Rebecca would cut her when It came to 
me. Even Rebecca praised Kristina's merciless 
negotiator instincts, and I'd heard  Rebecca brag that 
Kristina made sure never found herself on the losing 
end of  a deal.

Tonight, she was going over Rebecca's on our behalf.

That was my last hope. Kristina. 

If Rebecca Mitchell would leave us alone, and let us 
repair our crumbling relationship, I'd call what she'd 
done to me and Max even.

*****

The phone call came while Maxine was having a nap. It 
had been over an hour since I saw Kristina crossing the 
complex to visit with Rebecca Mitchell. I waited 
anxiously for her to emerge, but she didn't come out. 
Instead, the phone rang.

" Hello, " I said quietly, trying not to wake Maxine 
up.

" Hi... it's me, " it was Rebecca's voice. " Look, 
maybe you'd better come over. I think we can work 
things out. "

The tone of her voice was unreadable. It was almost 
like she was whispering, and I couldn't tell if she was 
actually in a mood to forgive and forget.

This was it. I closed the door quietly as I left our 
condo, and began the walk to Rebecca's place. Across 
the wide courtyard and from the patios surrounding the 
pool, I could feel the eyes of the community following 
me. Twice before, I had taken this humiliating walk to 
beg Rebecca's mercy.

I'd been as humble as I could. I called her Mrs. 
Mitchell. I accepted her little verbal jabs without 
protest. I had even spent the greater part of our last 
visit together gently sucking and licking at her toes, 
hoping to distract her from her purpose.

Now I stood at her doorway again, and found it slightly 
open.

I heard a voice coming from inside. I quietly walked 
in, my breath quickening. I heard the voice again, 
coming from the living room, and realized it was a bit  
muffled. It sounded like Kristina's, but I wasn't sure. 
I swallowed dryly as I stepped into the living room.

Nothing could have prepared me for the scene inside. 

It definitely *was* was Kristina's muffled voice, but I 
couldn't see her. Rebecca  was fully dressed but the 
atmosphere made me feel I was walking in on someone 
having sex. 

Even the lights were dimmed, and it took my eyes a 
moment to adjust.

I could see Rebecca was sitting on something, but I 
couldn't see what. Rebecca raised a finger to her lips 
for me to remain silent, and shared a conspiratorial 
smile I didn't return as Kristina prattled on, I now 
realized, located somewhere behind Rebecca. It wasn't 
the tone of a confident skilled negotiator, but the 
private intimate tone of someone desperately working to 
please another. 

Rebecca moved slightly to one said, and I finally saw 
Kristina. She held a ridiculous position, crouched on 
her feet, with her arms held rigid at her side, her 
body forming a human stool for Rebecca to sit on. 
Kristina, the stool, was totally nude, except for her 
large black glasses, which  looked even more ridiculous 
on the embarrassed negotiator than they normally did. 
Kristina's glasses were more than a little fogged up as 
she grunted from her new position, sweat tickling her 
chin from the strain of keeping this unnatural 
position. 

All the colour drained from her face looked over and 
saw me  there for the first time. The word betrayal 
didn't even come close as Kristina's eyes went wide, 
her mind desperately wondering how long I'd been 
standing there. How much I'd heard. How deeply she'd 
fucked me. 

I looked over to the older woman. Then to Paula. What 
the heck was Paula doing over here too? Apparently, 
just standing at attention in the darkness of the far 
hallway, wearing the silly  little uniform that for 
some reason always made me blush. She didn't look me in 
the eye.

I could tell by the look in her eyes, Kristina was 
revealing the sordid details of my inner most private 
secrets with Maxine. Kristina was using them to curry 
favour with the older woman, the same way she'd 
revealed Paula's secrets to me, I numbly realised. 

Now that she had savoured the betrayed look on my face, 
the complete sense of despair, Rebecca was ready to 
reveal the rest of her game. She spoke to me as she 
started to unfasten her pants.

" Crystal, I know this couldn't have been your idea, to 
send poor Kristina here on your behalf. No, you know 
better than that. She must have decided to come 
herself. "

We were all just silly little toys to Rebecca. Fuck. 
Three grown women, all under her command. The one I had 
trusted to defend me was lowest of all, displaying her 
body in a position that just screamed of submission. 

Servitude.

" No, my dear Crystal, " Rebecca continued. " After the 
way you salivated on my toes last night, on your knees, 
while my son abused your lover...  well, I just know 
that *you* wouldn't be stupid enough to ask Kristina to 
intervene. "

A moment of doubt came. Maybe, Kristina was in the same 
boat as Paula and I.

I couldn't, wouldn't, believe she'd do this to me 
voluntarily. Yes, she was a bit two faced when with 
Rebecca, but so was I when savouring details of Paula's 
humiliation. It's so easy to do when the focus is on 
someone else. Why was Kristina just kneeling there like 
that? I winced at my embarrassed friend as we exchanged 
an awkward glances. What the hell could Rebecca 
possibly have on her ?

Rebecca was wearing a smart business suit today.  I 
watched impotently as the grey trousers dropped down 
her long legs.

" I thought you might appreciate watching this, little 
Crystal. After all, you are a lesbian, aren't you ? 
It's a shame that poor Kristina isn't, but I'm sure 
she'll do her best. "

I was aware of my own heavy breathing. Yes, I'm a 
lesbian. On top of that, in reading the stories I wrote 
on the internet, Rebecca must have known about my 
arousal at humiliation. It was like she planned this 
whole thing around my own kinks, and now I was having a 
hard time controlling my excitement.

Kristina's body was so amazing. I couldn't tell you how 
many times I had imagined what it would be like to take 
a lover like her. My own age. Sexy. Confident.

Now I stood by while Rebecca Mitchell squirmed out of 
her silky panties, and positioned herself over 
Kristina's face, guiding her to the floor, on her  
back. Rebecca knelt down, her knees aside Kristina's 
shoulders. Like everything was for  Rebecca, this was 
just a display of power. She watched me for reaction as 
she lowered her crotch onto my friend's face.

I was shaking despite myself. I don't know what aroused 
me the most. It could have been the thought of being in 
Rebecca's position, with lovely Kristina at her mercy. 
Maybe it was the thought of Paula Brooks, standing  At 
attention in her silly little uniform. Or maybe...

maybe I imagined myself in Kristina's position...

... under Rebecca. Serving her the way I knew I could.

The thought burned through my body, and I could barely 
stop myself from rubbing my crotch while I watched the 
scene unfold.

Sweet victory this must have been for Rebecca, to 
defeat me so completely, and yet know that I couldn't 
control my arousal at the twisted scene she had 
engineered.

" She's really not bad for a straight girl... one might 
even think she had a little experience. Have you been 
giving her some lesson, Crystal ? "

Yes, this was all directed at me. Rebecca Mitchell 
watched me with that same cold, amused expression she 
had given me when I had been at her feet, rubbing and 
licking her toes. Her toes had squirmed in my mouth. 
Only now, it was Kristina doing the licking, and me 
doing the squirming as I watched.

" But truly, Crystal, you should be thanking your 
friend. In her misguided attempt to defend you, she 
revealed all of your little secrets to me. Now that I 
understand your... uh... problems, I feel obligated to 
help guide you to a healthier lifestyle. You're going 
to be so much happier once I'm calling the shots. "

The mixture of emotions was bubbling in my chest. I 
felt betrayed. I had trusted Kristina with every awful 
little secret, and I could see in Rebecca's eyes that 
she now knew them all. She was amused, and smug,  and 
oh so condescending. She had all of the power. I feared 
her, and hated  her, and in a strange way, I needed 
her...

... like I had felt about Maxine.

And blending all of these intense emotions was the 
underlying, uncontrollable arousal of the scene before 
me. Rebecca had read my stories, and she knew every 
little twist that would make my pussy tingle.

Like the cruel little twist she gave to Kristina's 
swollen nipples, as she ground her body into my 
friend's face, and rode her like a cowgirl. Kristina 
let out a little gasp of pain that almost made me feel 
good, given her betrayal of my trust. As if reading my 
thoughts, Rebecca continued to stretch and pinch 
Kristina's breasts as she told me what was revealed.

" Mmmm... yes. She told me all about Maxine's little 
fantasies about younger women... how she goes after 
little girls in their teens, when  they're most 
vulnerable to her sick lesbian advances. "

I wanted to argue, to scream. I wanted to spit on her 
for talking like that about Max like that. What gave 
them the right to judge? That what I wanted to do, 
furious at her words, but I just kept listening to her 
cruel words.

" Then she told me all about little retarded Lucy, who 
Maxine abused when she was her teacher. My goodness, 
even I was surprised by that. Imagine the scandal... a 
teacher in a special education class takes advantage of 
a young girl with mental problems. "

No... it wasn't like that. Lucy was smart. Aggressive. 
She just had a speech problem. A little stutter. A 
lisp. The way she was making it seem was sick  and 
perverted I swore to myself I wouldn't listen to one 
second more...

" But that isn't the end of it, is it, my poor little 
Crystal ? No. She makes you do such dirty little 
things. "

Shut up, Rebecca. I silently fumed. 

" You can deny it all you want, but your face tells me 
everything. Don't fight it. For her little schoolgirl 
fantasies, she carefully and compulsively makes you 
wear this poor retarded little Lucy's school clothes. 
She makes you act like.... " 

"....a little retard, doesn't she ?"  

Her eyes bored into me, but I looked away. 

" How does that make you feel crystal? That's not what 
Kristina tells me is the worst of it. Playing dress-up. 
I mean, sure, that's kinda sick, humiliating and 
demeaning. Who wouldn't feel like garbage after you've 
sat there dressed like a joke while she tries to 
visualize you were....a little retarded girl. That's 
what you don't stack up against, isn't it Crystal ? I 
mean, knowing your fat dyke girlfriend can only buck 
through her orgasm like a pig if it's lispy little Lucy 
lapping at her fat old clit. She clearly can't even 
visualize you out of the picture anymore, can she? She 
may as well  put a bag over you face, paint a zero 
across you, ask you to just step aside...

while she lets you know who she'd really rather be 
with, love, touch, abuse,

or grind her fat ass into the face of, isn't that right 
princess? " 

I stood there in shock, dripping wet and angry as hell.

" uh....yeah...." I whispered as the blood flooded my 
face.

" So, my brave little girl is gonna tell that mean old 
pedophile bitch to get the fuck out of town before I 
post last nights photos of her being my son and step-
daughter's human toilet last night all over the 
complex. If that doesn't work, my little girl will 
threaten to file criminal charges against her. My cute 
little victim is going to go home and deliver these 
threats, because she knows deep inside what a filthy 
rotten pig her abuser was. My little girl do that for 
Rebecca, won't she ? "

"  Yes, ma' am. " I said, tasting the bitterly honest 
words in my mouth. 

My eyes went from Rebecca as she rocked back and forth, 
to the woman  beneath her. God, I hated Kristina at 
that moment. Every little whimper of anguish she let 
out was music to me. I became engrossed in the way she 
gasped to get air as Rebecca pushed herself roughly 
onto her smeared and  blotchy looking face. I welcomed 
the image of Kristina's unnecessarily large glasses 
foggy and painfully bent downwards under the force of  
Rebecca's thighs..

" But don't worry, dear. I'm taking care of you now. I 
won't let Maxine touch you like that ever again. A 
little girl like my Crystal need a grown lady's help, 
doesn't she ?"

" Yes ma'am, " I repeated, my face on fire. What choice 
did I have, since I knew I'd never be able to look at 
Max the same way again, even if I still lived her ?

Besides, the way she made it sound...

" Good. I'll do you both a favour, " she paused to 
groan, as Kristina worked hard to bring her to orgasm. 
"Maxine will land on her feet. She will, of course, 
never be allowed to come back here. I couldn't, in good 
conscience, allow her to stay around the young 
neighbourhood girls... what, with her appetites..."

I wanted to cry, but she was watching me, and I just 
couldn't. I didn't know  Who I hated more, her for 
making Maxine sound like some sort of monster, or 
myself for no longer protesting.

" I don't suppose you'll be able to handle the condo 
payments alone. No matter. I'll see that the condo 
board buys back your unit, at a suitable depreciation. 
"

The mention of money seemed to bring her closer to 
orgasm. She paused in her little speech as she 
concentrated on her impending climax. Rebecca closed 
her eyes. I watched dumbly, unable to look away.

" As for you, my dear. I feel a special bond with you. 
I'm going to have to make sure that you're taken good 
care of. "

Her body began to shake, and for some reason, in that 
moment, I desperately envied Kristina's position. It 
just would have seemed more fitting.

" Oh, god, yes... my dear... I'll keep you very close 
indeed. "

*****

Everything changed so quickly. I wasn't even around 
when Maxine moved out of the complex. 

I was having tea with Rebecca, and she was giving me 
the same satisfied smile she had given on the first day 
I had come to her doorway. I tried to smile and chat 
while Paula served us, but I couldn't get Maxine out of 
my head, or her expression when I told her. 

We might not have been able to repair our relationship 
anyhow, I tried to convince myself. There was just so 
much emotional baggage tied up in our secret life 
together.

Besides, Rebecca would have torn her apart. I was 
buying Maxine her freedom. That was all that I could do 
with my love for her. I tried to think that, I really 
did, but I knew otherwise. I knew I was full of shit, 
just like Paula.  

I told myself I had to do was stay behind, and play 
Rebecca's little power games. That I had no choice. It 
freed me to know I was a victim yet again, only this  
time to the games of another woman. And god, she knew 
how to play them.

She knew the perverse thrill and revenge I'd taken 
seeing Kristina gasping for breath after Rebecca rode 
her face. Her hair had been plastered tot he side of 
her head, and her face was slick with Rebecca's juices. 
As she sat up, her glasses tumbled off, so bent were 
they by the violence of the ride.

She also seemed to feel my eyes flash brightly while 
watching her inflict her little indignities on Paula, 
who seemed to be around her house on a nearly full-time 
basis, looking miserable in her silly little uniform. 
Today she had even denied her servant permission to use 
the washroom, and I could see in Paula's face how hard 
she was trying not to pee herself while we drank our 
tea.

I dawdled a while, sipping my tea as slowly as I could.

I know it's cruel. Paula's eyes were pleading.

But it's what Rebecca expected, and I was playing her 
game now. Paula let out a little whimper as she finally 
lost control, and streams of urine began to dribble 
down her bare legs.

Part of me winced at my poor neighbour in sympathy, but 
we chuckled as we finished our tea nonetheless, 
grateful to be even one step up the ladder. 

That was the game. Right now, I was on Rebecca's good 
side. As much as I resented her new role for me that I 
was just a poor, stupid victim of Maxine's sexual 
appetites, I was desperate to stay in her favour as 
long as I could.

Even Kristina was back in her good books. Sure, she 
would have to do a lot of sucking up to regain her 
position at Rebecca's right hand, but it was all about 
the struggle. This was the part that Rebecca liked 
most. She wanted the other women to play against each 
other for her favour.

I'm ashamed to admit it...

... almost more ashamed than I was about...

...well, you know...

... but I'm even *jealous* of Kristina when I see her 
together with Rebecca.

They laugh together, and I can't help but think that 
it's about me. Maybe Kristina is sharing more details. 
Like the way I had begun to lisp from arousal when I 
told her about our sick sex games. 

She was probably telling Rebecca that I *like* playing 
the part of Lucy.

God, I'm jealous of the easy way she talks to Rebecca. 
Like, despite everything, she's still just a step or 
two above me in Rebecca's eyes.

And, worst of all, in my disturbing little sexual 
fantasies, I'm even jealous of the way that Rebecca had 
chosen to let Kristina lick her that day. I could do 
better. I know I could. It's stupid, but I just wanted 
to do anything I could to get Rebecca on my side. I'd 
be a great little brown nose. Really I would, I heard 
myself thinking.

About a week later, after staying in Rebecca's guest 
room, with Paula cleaning up after me, I finally 
learned her plans for me. To keep me close.

" I really think you need a healthy, long-term 
relationship, my dear. Wouldn't you agree ?"

" Yes. " As if there were any other answer.

" Something a little more traditional. Yes, that's the 
word. Traditional. "

There was a cruel gleam in her eye. I waited for the 
blow.

" I talked to Eric, and he says he's willing to give 
you another try. You see, my dear, I always have to 
look out for my sons. It's about time that Eric settles 
down a bit. I've even talked to him about looking for a 
nice, steady girl to marry. "

Marry ? I tried not to reveal my distaste for her son.

" Of course, nothing changes overnight, my dear. I 
expect he'll still be getting something extra on the 
side. Even my older boy, Eddie, does some of that. But 
the goal is stability. If he has a nice girl at home, 
who is always willing to please, I'm sure he'll be much 
happier for it. "

I tried to hold back my tears.

" But, Mrs. Mitchell, I'm a..."

" Lesbian ? Nonsense. After you have a couple of 
children, you'll know that it was all a mistake. Don't 
worry, my dear. I'll take good care of you. "

Why did that please me so much ? Being under her thumb? 

" Things will be wonderful between us. Think about it, 
my lovely girl. You'll be family to me. You can come to 
me for anything. Why, I'll be your mother-in-law. Over 
time, I'll teach you what it means to be a good 
daughter-in-law. Now come and give me a hug. "

She was  flushing away my sexual identity, but more 
than that, I was losing that part of myself that was 
different, independent, intelligent, passionate. I 'd 
learn to hate and fear  that part of myself, and push 
it away forever. The old Crystal cringed inside  as I 
pitifully fell into her arms.

It felt so good to hide in something. To regress. To go 
back to ignorance. It was  the feeling of sexual 
deviant self hatred in exchange for motherly approval.

I tried to hold onto that feeling for as long as I 
could. This was my way onto her good side, maybe even 
permanently. Maxine would be washed  away forever.

And so I became a sperm receptacle for her son. I mean, 
there's no delicate way to put it. Rebecca wouldn't 
give me permission to go on birth control, and Eric had 
me pleasing him at least twice a day. I tried to get 
him off with my mouth a lot of the time, or let him cum 
on my face or tits. But at night, just before he went 
to sleep, he liked to climb on top of me, and fill me 
up with his seed. 

The irony wasn't lost on me.

For, deep in the middle of the night, at 3: am, when 
all was still, I'd know.  I'd know who I really was, 
and how I'd betrayed every personal and social Idea  I 
believed in just so some creep could use me as a sperm 
ash try. Yes, I could pretend, fight it, deny, cry, 
hate, scream, or just plain glaze over in denial, 
but...

I was a dyke. 

Eric's dyke. 

My whole fantasy life was filled with images of Lucy, 
and Maxine. Sometimes I fantasized about Kristina. Or 
Paula, in her uniform. And humiliation. Lots of 
humiliation. From Rebecca, or Maxine, or whoever.

In reality, and more humiliating that any of my 
fantasies, I was just a silly little fuck toy Rebecca's 
immature, piggish son. Eventually, he'd get me 
pregnant, and then I'd have to marry the stranger who 
pumped his seed into me every week. 

Even when we weren't having sex, life with Eric was a 
fucking nightmare. I'd work a full day, and come home 
to make dinner for him. No matter how much I cleaned up 
after him, the condo was still a mess. The idea of 
having kids in this place made me sick.

Then I'd just disappear, like Eddie's wife had, into a 
life of domestic chores, and pleasing my man. No one 
really knew Amy. She didn't have any opinions. She was 
little more than a household appliance.

So when Eric brought some friends home on a Saturday 
night, a few weeks after I moved in, I wasn't in the 
mood for his shit. So far, I had held my tongue, hoping 
to stay on Rebecca's good side. But this was too much.

" Hey babe, I'd like you to meet Randy, Frank, and 
Kevin. And this is Kevin's girlfriend, Trish. I figured 
we'd have a little fun tonight. I told Frankie how good 
you're getting at blow jobs. And Trish won't let Kevin 
do her in the ass, so I told him that he could do you. 
She just wanted to watch. "

I'd been holding my temper so long, that I just let him 
have it.

" No fucking way, you horrible little pig. There's no 
fucking way I'm letting you share me with your friends. 
You can give Frankie a goddamned blow job yourself, if 
you're so fucking eager to get him off. There's no 
fucking way that your mom would let this happen. "

Then I was out of there. On my way to Rebecca's. She 
had told me "you can come to me for anything," and I 
was ready to cash in. This was too fucking much.

I pounded on Rebecca's door, and was surprised that 
Paula answered. Normally, she would have been home with 
her family in the evenings. There were other voices 
from inside too. When I stepped in, I found that 
Rebecca had quite a few guests.

Their eyes fell on me as I entered the room. They were 
the women of the neighbourhood. There were nearly a 
dozen women here.

My face went red. I had tried to avoid most of my 
neighbours recently. After all, they had heard the 
rumours. They knew that Maxine had moved away. They all 
knew that I was living with Eric now. What they must 
have thought of me...

" Hello Crystal, " Rebecca greeted me. " We were just 
taking about you. "

I flushed further as the women around the room laughed. 
Even Kristina was laughing. All of these women were 
above me in Rebecca's little hierarchy. I could feel 
it.

" I just got a call from Eric. He told me you might be 
on your way. "

I didn't know what to say.

" Can I... uh... t-talk to you in private ?"

The women laughed at my involuntary stutter. God... how 
much did they know ?

" No, my dear. I'm entertaining. We can talk right 
here. "

Tears began to well up in the corner of my eyes. 
Rebecca looked so predatory right now. She was in her 
element.

" I... um... " I couldn't keep from stammering. All of 
these women were making me nervous, and they were just 
waiting for me to screw up. " I need you to t-talk to 
Eric for me. "

" My poor stupid thing... I already told you that I 
just talked to him. He said that he wanted you to help 
him entertain some friends. Is that too much to ask ?"

I looked around the room. Why was no one stopping her ?

" B-but, he want's me to have s-sex with them. "

I can't believe I said that in front of all the other 
women.

There was a long moment of silence, broken with a few 
chuckles from around the room. Rebecca finally spoke.

" I'll tell you what, my dear. If you're a good girl 
tonight, I'll talk to Eric for you. How's that ? Why 
don't you go to the upstairs washroom and get cleaned 
up a bit..."

" But I..."

" No arguements. Get freshened up a bit,  Then you can 
come down and socialize. "

I felt like I was walking into an ambush. Slowly, I 
retreated from the room, and went upstairs. The women 
were watching me a giggling. God, that made me horny. 
The humiliation in front of these women was almost a 
sweet taste in my mouth after weeks with Eric.

<Click>

As soon as I hit the light switch in the washroom, I 
could feel my legs weakening beneath me.

On the counter...

... it was the paper bag.

I could barely catch my breath. How the hell could 
Rebecca have it ? Had she used it as one final piece of 
leverage on Maxine ?

Quickly, I closed the door behind me. Somehow, I was 
afraid that someone would see me here with it.

Then it hit me. I knew what was expected. 

I caught my reflection in the mirror. I could see how 
heavily I was breathing. A rush of sexual emotions was 
coursing through my body. They were feelings I never 
thought I'd have again.

Slowly, I reached up and wiped the hair out of my face. 
My lips were spread seductively. I could feel my pussy 
growing moist.

Obediently, I began to braid my hair into Lucy's pig 
tails.

Normally, I would have let Maxine dress me. Like a 
doll. But this was a part of Rebecca's humiliation. I 
would debase myself voluntarily.  Right beside  the bag 
of clothes, she left a pair of scissors, a razor and 
some shaving cream.

Once my hair was up, I began to shed my clothes. I knew 
what Rebecca wanted. My nipples were swollen from my 
smallish breasts, further evidence of my arousal. I sat 
at the edge of the tub as I trimmed and then shaved the 
hair off of my pussy.

She wanted me to play the part of a little girl. As 
sick as the games between Maxine and I had become, 
Rebecca knew how to take it that step further.

Inside the bag was the familiar clothing.

It gave me a sexual charge just seeing them. I couldn't 
help but rub my pussy as I chose an outfit. Young. 
Innocent. That was the look.

I looked myself in the mirror again. I briefly wondered 
if I should practice my lisp, or the halting, 
stuttering manner of Lucy's speech. No. It wouldn't be 
necessary. That was beginning to come naturally.

Then, fighting against every logical impulse in my 
being, I pulled open the bathroom door and began 
towards the stairs. They would see me as I came down, 
dressed in these silly clothes. Even Paula, in her 
ridiculous uniform, didn't come close to this kind of 
shameful display.

My stomach was turning, but my pussy reminded me why, 
no matter how much I complained, I always went along 
with this power game.

The first laughs came as they saw my stupid little 
skirt, and out of style sneakers. It took every ounce 
of strength to keep descending those stairs. I couldn't 
look at them. My face was glowing red, I was sure.

" Why, you look lovely, Lucy. Why don't you come down 
and show the ladies your outfit ?"

" Y-yes, ma'am, " I answered.

Every eye in the room followed me. I glanced up at 
Paula to see her hiding a smile.

The humiliation was almost too much. I could feel a 
little orgasm coming my way, without even touching 
myself, and I fought to hold it back.

I stood beside Rebecca.

" Now, you said you wanted me to call my son, isn't 
that right ?"

" Um... y-yes, pl... please... mommy. "

Oh god, that felt good. She would be my mommy-in-law 
soon. And I would always be her little Lucy.

" While I dial the phone, be a good girl, and pull down 
your panties for me, Lucy. "

My hands were shaking badly. I didn't want to be in 
this position, in front of all of these women. But it 
gave me such a rush of sexual energy to reach forward, 
and squirm out of the little panties that used to 
belong to Lucy.

Rebecca's hand raised up the front of my skirt, and 
gently rubbed across my bald pussy. She was touching 
me... right in front of all of these women. I could 
feel my slickness on her fingers.

" Hello, Eric, " she finally spoke into the phone, her 
hand exploring me as she talked. " It seems that our 
little Crystal is upset by you sharing her with your 
friends. "

A pause. My pussy was sending waves of pleasure through 
me as she negotiated the way her son could use my body.

" Yes, dear. I tried to calm her down. I'll tell you 
what... we'll set some ground rules to make her feel 
better. Let's keep it down to one friend at a time... 
yes, the others can watch, but if anyone wants to use 
her pussy, they'll have to use protection. "

My body shuddered towards orgasm. I felt like such a 
fool. I should have know she would side with him. All 
the while she kept touching me. My body could take no 
more.

" ... yes, yes, in the ass is fine... that's good, 
dear... I'll send her right home as soon as we're done 
with her... I think Kristina wanted a turn..."

My eyes locked on my friend, and then I disappeared 
into my pleasure.

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