A good team
Downstairs the party was at full swing. People were dancing or drinking and chatting. Paola was getting fucked by her co-worker’s husband, her co-worker herself was naked on her fours licking his balls. Eric was absent-minded mauling Megan’s cunt whilst looking for a girl to dance with. Emily’s pussy had been introduced to a wooden edge or a wooden edge has been introduced into Emily’s pussy. Marco had fun fondling Imelda’s ass. Miss Johnson had her sex full of snails. All in all the party was going well.
“Your equipment is almost ready” Paul said “and I think it’s improving you, don’t you agree”
The ‘eeghs’ answer could be interpreted either as a ‘yes’ or as a ‘no’. ”
“Just two more things, first your shoes” Paul looked at her and asked “Miss Cash would you please remove your shoes.” Soon her shoes were removed and Venus and Melanie helped her with the training boots.
“Anybody thirsty?” asked Paul. Mel wanted a coke, Venus a soda, Richard a beer and Paul himself another coke. “Mom, fetch” and Anna run out to bring the beverages. Susan was astonished.
“Susie, you don’t mind me calling you Susie, do you " whispered Paul into her ear from behind whilst kneading both her globes “before stripping you we take some pics and than the training may begin” Susan writhed embarrassed in his hands but couldn’t do nothing to avoid them. Her breasts felt soft and warm to Paul’s hands.
From the window Susan could see her family leaving. She recognized the naked crawling women as Mary and Emily but she couldn’t care less. She too was naked or worse wearing her training outfit and she had been told she would wear it for the next days. DAYS. After humiliating and abusing her for the whole afternoon they had decided to keep her there. THEY had decided it, she was not asked. Nor could she express her free opinion about getting her cunt shaved by two almost unknown boys or about been filmed meanwhile two chicks fondled her till orgasm.
After the party
It had been Anna who informed Victor that Susan was staying. No, that’s not true. It had been through Anna that Victor got informed his wife was staying. Cause Anna was wearing another training outfit, the same as Susan’s but bright red. After stapling an envelope with a note and a photo to his step mom’s tongue, Paul had given her a slap on her ass and “Fetch Victor”.
She should be happy cause Paul with the stapler in his hand had asked were to put the envelope. To her clit? To her tongue? To a nipple?
She stretched her tongue through her ring gag all she could but it hurt and she couldn’t take it back into her mouth with the envelope there; She run back to ‘her’ party, red and embarrassed of having to exhibit herself like this.
Before reaching Victor, Miss Chapman, her neighbor, recognized her. “Look, darling there is Anna, the hostess. “Anna, Anna” she shouted leaving for her. She took Anna’s arm and made her join the group of friends and neighbors her husband was with. Never her neighbors nor her friends had seen her like this, but they were delighted. Whilst Miss Chapman hold her arm telling her what a wonderful party it had been, Mister Chapman enjoyed the touch of her sex, felt up her bum, flipped her breasts and commented to the group, which was also heavily petting her : “I’m going to ask Peter to borrow us Anna instead of Bossy for our next meeting. ”
“Now I know the slut she is” one of her ‘friends’ said, “our relation is going to improve” and sticking three finger into her friend’s cunt she asked “Isn’t it?”
“Well, it seems Susan had decided to stay” Victor said to Marco after reading the note and looking at the pic. Marco, with one hand around Emily’s naked waist and the other one on Imelda’s ass invited him over to them until Susan returns home. Victor accepted without asking Imelda.
“Dad if the Cashs are coming with us, can I ride in their car?” Marco Jr. asked when reaching the parking.
“Don’t ask me, ask Mr. Cash”
“Please Dad, let them come with us in our car” Imelda begged. No-one asked the crawling women.
Victor followed Marco’s car. In the rear seat were Marco Jr., Mary and Imelda. Marco and Imelda were sitting normally, but Mary, still naked, had to kneel with wide spread knees between them. They had forbidden her to talk or move, but for her hands. She should massage her tits and pinch her nipples all over the ride cause as Marco put it “If I can’t avoid having a bitch of a sis, then at least I want a bitch on head.
To Mary’s shame Imelda was telling Marco the orgasm Mary had at Sheila’s hand and to add graphics to her words she started slowly finger fucking her former best friend. The whole hour it took to get to Marco’s home they abused, pinched, and molested Mary. The poor chick had two orgasms, much to her companions delight.
“Victor” Marco said “I’m going to sleep in the spare room. I borrow you my bedroom and Emily, in case you want to fuck her.” Emily was bewildered. Ok, she had been seen naked and felt up on a party, which she left collared and leashed on her fours, but that her husband borrows her to a common friend as if she were a doll was humiliating. “Marco” she said “I’m not a doll...”
“But Emily, of course you are. You are a fuck-doll. Didn’t Peter tell you? Ah, now I mention fucking,
Victor, if you want to fuck Mary too, feel free, I haven’t still decided were she is sleeping, cause it’s Imelda who is going to use her bed ”
Mary blushed. She had been sure she was going to enjoy the privacy of her room once they arrived home, and now her father not only offered her room and her bed to Imelda. He was also offering her as a commodity.
Finally they solved the sleeping problem attaching her by the neck to the leg of her brother’s bed.
Eric wasn’t happy he had to turn Megan over to her husband, but Mr. Bates wanted to take her home and he was in charge.
Andy drove home talking in a lively way with his wife. They both had enjoyed the party very much. Behind them Isabel, Eric and Sheila were also commenting animately the events. Whilst for the girls the most important part had been Mary, for Eric it was the power he knew he had won over his two sisters. There he was, sitting between them with his right hand on Isabel’s left thigh and freely moving his left one up and down on Sheila’s right thigh. And both sisters kept their thighs spread.
Bossy felt asleep as soon as she was in her kennel, it had been a long and humiliating day for her.
Susan didn’t sleep well in her training outfit. When Richard and the girls left, Paul attached a thin nylon string to her clit and fixed it to a bedpost. “Susie” he said “don’t be noisy”. Than he went to bed and switched off the light.
Susan finally managed to lie down but as soon as she started dreaming and moved, a sharp pain in her tender flesh remind the proud judge she was being trained.
To be continued.
Peter goes into politics
After one month of intensive advertising Peter’s options to become Mayor had grown from a meekly 17% to a full 46%. His adversary and actual mayoress Miss Anna Bengtsson couldn’t believe what was happening. How this unknown and inexperienced guy have become a really thread to her reelection.
She, a natural blonde in her thirties, had studied politics and Marketing in Stockholm, in her native Sweden, and moved to the States perhaps in the silent hope to meet again her best friend Stefan. There she rapidly moved to the top in her party and winning the last elections, she became the States’ youngest Mayor.
She knew that next Saturday’s face to face would be crucial and was preparing herself for it, by studying her opponent , but there were some inexplicably black holes. Where does his wealth come from, why his rather stupid advertising campaign is such a succeed, which is his political background, etc.
Two months earlier
The Burns
“Sheila” shouted Eric “come to my room, please”. Sheila heard her brother calling and went to see him. Three days had passed since they came back from the Wilkinson’s Annislavery party, three days full of events. She remembered how much she enjoyed humiliating Mary, but she also remembered how her brother threatened her of becoming “Mary 2” if she denies his hands on her bum. Half cause she was horny, half afraid she granted him free access to her behinds.
That was on Saturday evening. On Sunday he “forced” her to admit his hands all over her body. The whole Sunday wherever they met he fondled her ass, her sex, her tits. First he hid from their parents view, but when their father caught him in the kitchen fingering her slit through her trousers, and proudly commented ’ that’s my son’ the hiding was over.
On Monday they went to school. Their classrooms are in different buildings from the same complex, so they only could meet in the dining hall. Their he saw her and called her over to, in front of his buddies, pat her ass. Ashamed she endured his groping hands and the avid eyes of his buddies. In the afternoon, at home, he told her to come to his room where he ordered her to strip. “No” she denied “you creepy pig, I’m not your doll to dress or strip at your will”
They became involved in a violent argument and even tried to hit each other until their father came into the room. He was just coming back from office with Mr. Anand when they heard the noise. Whilst Padma stayed downstairs talking to Andy’s wife and older daughter Isabel, Andy himself went to see what was happening in Eric’s room.
“He told me to strip naked” started Sheila " and groped me in school, and are blackmailing me...” “Just a moment, just a moment” stopped Andy the overflow of accusations. “Eric, my son, is YOUR sister behaving as she should?” Sheila’s mouth dropped open. How on earth should she behave? What kind of question was this? Why wasn’t he listening to her? “No, Daddy, she is stubborn and insulting, if she goes on like this, nobody is going to marry such an unbearable bitch.”
Before Sheila could answer Andy looked at her and very angry he said: “Sheila, you heard your brother and if he ever complains again about HIS sisters I’m myself give you a lesson you are not going to forget.” Said this he turned and went downstairs.
With her family and Mr. Anand waiting for her to have dinner, Eric made her join them wearing only high heeled black boots and a black velvet necklace. Ashamed to the most she appeared at the top of the stairs. In was quite a view seeing this pretty naked teenager walking down the stairs with feline like movements. Her sex was not very hairy and her slit was perfectly visible for all of them. Once at table Andy ordered her to pose a little bit for them to enjoy. Isabel couldn’t hide her emotions and went red. Padma , in his deep, soft voice suggested her to join her sister and Andy told her to follow Mr. Anand’s always wise suggestions. Padma himself was sitting on the sofa, next to Andy’s wife, with his right hand on the upper inner part of her wide spread thighs. Isabel wanted to complain, but after looking at Padma and seeing her father’s eyes grumbling she stood up. “Eric, prepare YOUR sister for dinner, will you? Happily Eric obeyed his fathers order and five minutes later they came back. Isabel only wore high heeled sandals and a peaked cap. Her brother was towing her behind him. She had her hands bound on the back and he was holding over his shoulder a rope attached to her hands. This rope passed between her legs cutting deep into her sex. The effect was highly erotic for the viewers and deeply humiliating for her. Sheila was still posing, now next to Mr. Anand who was quietly fondling her with his left hand. His right one was by now on Andy’s wife cunt.
Sheila went to her brother’s room. When she entered the room she saw her sister and mother standing there naked, hands behind, with slightly parted legs facing Eric. He was sitting on his desk with a ruler in his hand. “Sheila, please, join the group I’ve to talk to you.” Patiently he waited for her to strip and position herself next to her sister. Than he jumped from his table and walking around them, he started speaking: “My dear family, as you know daddy is not always here” his hand was passing from bum to bum lifting them slightly “so he decided it should be me who calls the tune at home” Eric enjoyed touching and kneading this warm, soft flesh of the former so untouchable family members. The female felt ashamed, standing there naked and exposed for a teen to look at, touch and teach them. “I’ve decided” he proceeded “you should follow a few home rules. They are easy, but if you fail” he said and hit his mothers ass with the ruler making her shriek and jump forward “assume position!, but if you fail " he repeated “I will be implacable”. Said this he went to his table and took a sheet of paper. His mother was rubbing her clearly marked ass. Slowly he positioned himself in front of his mother and feeling up her soft and wet cunt he read:
First rule: You obey me whenever daddy is not home or not speaking
“This is an easy rule, isn’t it?” he said and pinching his mothers clit he withdrew his hand to fondle his older sister. She shivered , but did not move. He was having the best time of his live, and it was just the beginning. Her cunt was tighter then their mothers one, but he had no problem in fitting two fingers into her.
Second rule: At home you are to dress to enhance your nakedness, not to hide it.
After finger fucking a little bit Isabel he went over to Sheila and pinching her cunt lips he read his third and devastating rule:
Third rule: You are forbidden to speak if not asked and “NO” is a forbidden word for you when talking to a man.
Sheila cunt was, by far, his preferred. It was ‘new’. He thought to himself that if ever he marries his wife should have a cunt like this. Softly he fondled his sisters inner folds.
“That’s all folks” he said slapping Sheila’s ass “and now, before you leave finger yourself whilst mom is going to give me a blowjob. Ms Burns kneeled in front of her son and taking his shaft out of his trousers, she started the humiliating task. How on earth had it come to this? She thought. She remembered how shy she reacted when Mr. Anand first touched her breasts. Now she couldn’t remember his words, but what he told her reassured her in permitting him this kind of touching, even in front of her husband.
She remembered her husband bringing home female co-workers and Mr. Anand feeling her up and making her cum whilst Andy toyed with and fucked his colleagues. Normal. They were colleagues and they should understand each other. She remembered visiting him at office, greeting Bossy at the entrance and seeing the female worker on their kneeling devices or servicing their male colleagues. Till here nothing abnormal. She remembered the Annislavery party and even there nothing strange happened. Why did she feel so humiliated having to suck her son’s dick? She needed Mr. Anand’s advise. And with that thought she doubled her efforts and soon got the first prize, swallowing it. Sheila and Isabel, absolute against their will, obediently stood there fingering their slits. Sheila was near orgasm when she and her sister were dismissed, but she didn’t dare to ask her brother to permit her finish. To speak was not allowed any more. The Smith
Marco was the happiest boy on earth when he awoke that Sunday. He made Mary climb into his bed and powerful he fucked his sister, twice. Than he made her clean his cock with her mouth and dressed to have breakfast.
Mary didn’t sleep well chained to her brother’s bed. She slept cause the party day had been very stressing for her, both emotional and physically. Still she hadn’t assumed the magnitude of the changes. Yesterday morning she was a normal 16 years old girl preparing for a party, yesterday afternoon she became a naked toy for her former friends and today it seemed she was her brother’s slave.
When Emily came to unfasten her daughter, Mary knew that the changes were deeper as she thought. Her mother was dressed as an oversexed caricature of a French maid. She wore mega-high heeled white boots till the knee, a white tutu ending at ass level, a tight white corset, lifting, not hiding her tits, an enormous white ball-gag and a nurse cap. From her lying position Mary saw her mother’s freshly shaved cunt.
Marco, his son, Victor and Imelda were having breakfast when Emily and Mary entered the kitchen. Emily was a picture on her own but Mary was second to none. She was gagged and dressed as for school but her skirt was rolled up and fixed fully exposing her sex and her blouse was transparent putting her tits on show.
Marco jr. despite he had fucked twice that morning got an erection, a hard one. Marco senior whistled aloud, Victor applauded and only Imelda didn’t seem to enjoy the view. Ashamed she lowered her view. On the party and in the car she enjoyed humiliating her former friend, but know cooled down, when she looked at them she felt like seeing her future. She too was female, and it seems she was overdressed.
During the day Marco Jr. got bolder, from occasionally brushing her ass he passed to openly pat and knead it. Imelda didn’t dare to fight back. On Sunday night only the Smith women had been thoroughly fucked by the three men, but Imelda’s body seemed also free to be toyed with. Still dressed, for dinner she stood between the Marcos for them to feel her up. The toyed with her slit and pinched her nipples or smacked her ass, talking as if nothing. Meanwhile Mary and Imelda were under the table blowing their father and son, respectively. Victor enjoyed the rear view of the kneeling women, and not only the view.
On Tuesday the Cash picked up Susan and went home. Susan wore the party dress. She didn’t seem changed in any way, but she had been changed. She had learned how fuckable she was, and to not forget her Status she had to wear the clit-string whenever she was out. But not only wear it, her orders were clear: each morning she had to find a MALE (different to her husband) to attach the string and each afternoon another one to release it. Only the though of it made her blush. To phone a neighbor or a coworker to ask him if he would be so kind to finger a little bit at her cunt was a thought she couldn’t bear. She was judge. And very respected, till now.
Six weeks to elections
A general meeting was to be held that Monday at ten in the morning. And it was very general cause not only the employees but also their families were invited. The new meeting room had been prepared for it. A lot of chairs and a bigger lot of kneeling devices waited there to be used. All of them knew Peter’s intentions of becoming Mayor. For ten days now, the office seemed more the headquarters of the newly founded party M.A.N. ( Moral and National) than an office. The official reason was primly one: fund-raising
At ten thirty started the meeting. The room was full. A little rostrum with a big table and three chairs had been installed. Peter occupied the middle one, to his left sat Andy and to his right Padma. Fixed by her clit-string to a hook in the table, next to Padma, stood Susan naked, bound and gagged. Her pour clit had been enlarged by the constant pulling of the devilish string.
When the first morning she called her neighbor to come over a moment to help her fixing a string, she thought she was going to die of shame. But she didn’t and her neighbor very enthusiastically help her in that task fondling at kneading this wonderful woman at his whim. After him the whole street helped her to attach or detach the string, they even tossed for it. Two or three days later they establish the habit of fucking her afterwards, without asking her for her opinion. They showed up even two or three together or bringing their boys and she had to endure the humiliations of getting a clit-string and being fucked whenever they wished. On Sunday the boys showed up alone and had a great time fucking her.
But at work and for the general public she still was the respectable Judge Cash. Susan looked at the people in the room and recognized many of them. There was her husband, dressed in his best suit and her daughter kneeling naked on the wooden edge. Next to her sat Eric and his two sisters wearing only a dog collar also kneeling on a device. She recognized some other kneeling women and some other sitting men. Only Bossy was not there. She was in her kennel at the door.
“Ladies and gentleman” started Peter “thank you for coming today” He went on speaking for half an hour till he reached the main point. Fundraising. He told his staff he is going to sell the company to a Japanese invest company ensuring their jobs. He also told them he is going to sell some capital goods, the Tokyo Inv. Company does not need. “I’ve found private investors for some of these goods. Our computers will go to a school, our desks to a bank, Rebeccum is going to adorn the hall of a bird lover, Megafun was bought by a Mexican customer, and finally Freefuck will be her former law teacher’s personal pet.” As for Paola she belongs to the company and now to the Japanese. Satisfied he reclined and looked at his staff. The sold women looked shocked, but gagged as they were, there was little they could do. Their husbands seemed a little bit worried, but not really stroke.
“The natural owner, of course” started Padma “will perceive a gratification” He stood up went over to Marco. “I’ve talked to the football team of Mary’s school” he said kneading this latter tit " and they’ve shown interest in hiring her...” Mary was devastated. Since the party she had been caught in a descending spiral she hadn’t been able to stop, but to be rented out like a whore was too much.
The humiliation she endured at the party was reinforced next morning being fucked by her own brother. Than she and her mother had to parade around like porno-stars and permit any present male to grope or fuck them. On Monday, at school, it hadn’t been her brother but Isabel who ashamed her. All her friends, including Isabel, were chattering in a corridor when she came out of her English class. “Mary” shouted Isabel “come and join us” Hesitantly she joined the group just to find out Isabel was telling her performance at the party. The girls didn’t know if they could believe Isabel but the boys showed real interest. “Mary, greet us” insisted Isabel. If given the option she would have chosen death. But she had to perform. Shyly she kissed Isabel, permitting her to feel her up in front of all her friends. Then she kissed the next girl, then the other, when she reached the boys, all of them were spotting erections and all of them were eager fondling her. Finally she had to flash her naked sex to them , which made two of the boys wet their trousers. The kneeling down was a relief, as she escaped the fumbling hands. In this last two weeks not a single boy at school at only few girls missed the possibility of fondling her. To her greater dismay this continuous attentions made her wet, making her feel a total slut. They made her greet all of them each morning, and they showed no inhibitions in touching her. School had been hard, but to officially be a hired whore was even worse.
After some more examples they started explaining the strategy and advertising campaign. The main idea was to make the male voters believe that with Peter in the city hall they would regain some power both, home and at business. The female voters were told that at least there will be again a M.A.N who cares for them. The campaign was to be reinforced by constants meetings hold by Peter and Padma. Susan was also an active member and would be used ( in more than one way) to win the confidence of the feminist thinking women. Not even two weeks later the campaign started. They had collected enough money not to win elections, but to buy the whole city.
Face to Face
The day before Peter had arranged an informal dinner between the both leaders and their seconds. In a small restaurant he had Miss Bengtsson three full hours submitted to Padma’s power whilst he himself talked about flimsy arguments with Mr. Marcus Aster.
The local TV greeted both candidates when they entered their installations. Peter dressed totally black, Anna wore a dark blue suit with some light blue stripes. The color and design were conservative, but the pants were too tight, Anand’s influence. It sculpted all her female forms. Her round ass only partially hidden by the jacket was followed be the camera when leaving for the platform. When reaching it, it was another cameraman who send her frontal view. Pretty with her blonde long hair, her blue eyes and she shyly smile at the camera, then the cameraman focused on her clearly visible slit
Ten minutes later the debate was in full swing, and it was Anna’s turn to speak. “Mr. Wilkinson I would like to believe you want to become Mayor for the city’s benefit, but I do not. I’ve being studying your backgrounds and I’ve reached the conclusion your targets are egoistic. You acquired the company you worked at, just to sell it for your own benefit.” Peter sighted with relief. She was not going to talk about Bossy. Anna went on talking and accusing him, but nothing to worry about. Finally she finished saying “And I’m sure you’ll use the post, if you ever get it, only in your own gain”
“Dear Miss Bengtsson , or may I call you Anna?. Why are you talking about me and not about your project. Cause there is no project. You accuse me that everything I do is for my own advantage. This is a lie and as a liar I’m going to correct you later. First: I’m selling my company to become Mayor. Can you tell me were the benefit is. It’s my own money, my own job, my people. The Japanese only needed one person of my female staff and I’ve worked hard to find a place for them.” He had to smile. The image of Frida (freefuck) playing with Bossy, both bitches naked on their fours, in his garden, whilst he and the professor were having coffee crossed his mind. The public took his smile as if he had landed an ace.” It was my money and my time I invested in it and you tell publicly on TV that I’m an egoist, you are a liar, and you will be corrected” He went on and on and each time he told her she would be corrected. Anna didn’t know why, but whenever she heard that word a certain nerve tickled in her brain (or was it her sex). During her turn her speech did not hang together at all and Peter went on ‘correcting’ her during his. “Didn’t your father tell you to stay to your word?” Peter asked rhetorically “and that for lies you get corrected or better” he corrected himself “punished? Don’t you know I can report you for defamation and even have you jailed? I’m not going to do it, but I think you’ve earned yourself a small corrective.”
Miss Bengtsson was sweating profusely and didn’t know what to do, the people in the hall and in front of the TV set were silent waiting for her Mayoress to say something. But it was Peter who talked again: “Annie, come her and ask be to smack your bottom in order to forgive your guilt and not report you.” The hall went loud but not everyone disagreed with such a radical measure. Miss Bengtsson couldn’t believe her ears. Did he really ask to let him spank her there, on TV? No impossible, but why the hell is she so silent and so damned randy. I’ve to do something, she thought; but unless permitting him spanking her, she got no other idea. If only Mr. Marcus Aster were there to help her. Suddenly she realized her seconds name: he was M.Aster , Master, perhaps her Master...Why am I thinking such a rubbish...
“Miss Bengtsson are you going to come here for me to spank you or do you prefer the police taking you to jail” It was Peter who interrupted her thoughts.