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 Acquisition 6/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   Bess allowed Pam some time to herself in her 'own' room before she had
to leave to pick up her kids.

   From Bess' standpoint it had been a wonderful day.  Pam was really
becoming reliant on her.  Pam would do 'almost' anything for her now.  Bess
knew that if she manipulated Pam properly that the 'almost' could be
eliminated.  She needed to be patient and soon Pam would be her
'possession.' Bess also realized that having such a possession was a lot of
work and responsibility for her.  But she was willing to take that
responsibility, because she knew that the rewards would be so thrilling and
satisfying.

   The next day was a workout day and the end of the week.  Following the
exercise session Bess took Pam's measurements.  A few more pounds were lost
and the waist and hips also were reduced by half an inch each.  The was no
change in the bust measurement.

   During the workout Bess took every opportunity to touch and fondle Pam.
The overtly sexual caresses were not so much for her own benefit, but more
to keep Pam on a sexual edge.  Make her aware of her physical self and her
sexuality.  By all accounts Bess was successful, as Pam's nipples stayed
erect and on several occasions, when the exercise required Pam to spread
her legs, an odor and wetness were evident.

   After the measurements were done Bess said, "I have another idea about
firming up your tits, Pam."

   A look of pure terror flashed in Pam's eyes.  She remembered the pain of
the previous tit torture Bess had inflicted on her in the name of "firming
her up."

   Seeing the look, Bess laughed, "Don't worry pet.  Not like the other
day. My idea will be uncomfortable, but it won't hurt.  Let's go take our
shower and I'll show you."

   Pam looked at the paddle sitting on the table.  It hadn't been used
today.

   Bess laughed again, "Not today, Pam.  You are starting to enjoy that too
much.  It is punishment, after all." Pam actually looked a little
disappointed.

   The women took their shower with an easy familiarity.  They washed and
dried each other's bodies intimately.

   Once dry, Bess said, "Go get your shoes from your room and meet me
downstairs." Pam padded happily to her room.  Bess got dressed and when
down the stairs.  Pam was taking her time in her room.  She really loves
that room, Bess thought.  I think we should make it a really special place
for her.  Once downstairs, Bess called up to Pam, "Get your ass down here
Pam, but be careful on the stairs, I don't want you falling down." Bess
heard Pam's door open and close.  She looked up when she heard the click of
the high heels on the stairs.  Pam very carefully descended.  She held
herself erect for balance.  Bess thought she looked almost regal as she
slowly came down the stairs.  She looked like a naked dream.  Her body was
really improving.  Once again, Bess wished she could be a man and really
"have" her friend.  Well she thought there was 'have' and there was
'possess.'

   In the living room the women faced each other.  Bess dressed, and Pam
naked, the roles of the two women had become well defined.  Bess said, "The
heels make you stand up straighter and keep your legs and ass flexed.  But
to help your upper body we need to pull your breasts up.  That's what I was
trying to do the other day." Pam flinched as she remembered the pain.  "So
my new idea is to help you with your posture.  Pam, you tend to hunch your
shoulders and hide your curves.  Probably because you have always been
taught to be ashamed of yourself and because of your poor self concept. 
But after the last three weeks you know how wonderful a fit and attractive
body can be.  So we need to re-train years of poor posture.  It will help
you firm up."

   Bess held up a short web belt like that used to strap books together. 
"Turn around, pull your shoulders back and stick your chest out.  Pam
looked unsure but immediately complied with the order.  Bess grasped Pam's
arms and pulled them behind her.  Then she looped the belt around Pam's
arms above her elbows and pulled it tight.  Pam's arms were trapped behind
her body.  Her arms were held straight, hands resting on her buttocks. 
Bess pulled the belt tighter forcing Pam's elbows to touch behind her.

   "Owwww," Pam cried out.

   "Quiet, you baby!  It doesn't hurt and your muscles will get used to
that position soon enough."

   Bess placed her hand on the back of Pam's neck and steered her over to a
large mirror that hung above a table of knickknacks.  "See what a
difference good posture makes?  Lift your head up.  Keep your neck
straight. I'm going to train you to keep your shoulders back and stand
straight.  It's healthier and makes you look and feel better.  Look in the
mirror, Pam."

   Pam looked and saw her shoulders pulled back so far that their roundness
disappeared behind her.  Her breasts were pulled up and out.  They did seem
to sit higher.  But with her shoulders pulled back to the extreme they
didn't stick out forward, but pointed slightly to each side.  The gap
between the tits was extra wide.  Bess stood behind her and said, "Yes, I
think that this will work." She reached around Pam and cupped the older
women's tits.  She pushed them together so they pointed forward.  "Yes! 
good posture will firm you up." She release Pam's tits and watched them
bounce back to their cock-eyed position.  Let's leave the strap on for a
while.  Walk around the house in the heels.  It will help train your
posture.  Bess sat on the couch watching her neighbor circle the room. 
After 15 minutes or so Bess released Pam's arms and noticed that her
neighbor did stand straighter.

   "Time for you to go my pet.  Tomorrow you can do a little cleaning for
me.  Then spend most of your time enjoying 'your room'."

   That evening Bill Henderson noticed that his wife seemed different.  He
had been noticing some changes in her over the past several weeks.  The
diet and exercising with their neighbor Bess really seemed to be improving
her attitude, energy level and look.  He didn't think of his wife much as a
sexual person.  They had their once a week uninspired love making.  He
thought of Pam much the same way everyone else did, as a mother and
pre-school teacher.  Of course Bill didn't think of himself as much of a
stud either.  He was just an average guy.  He was just trying to get
through life.  He didn't understand passion.  In fact, he would probably be
frightened to death if he was ever faced with a real emotionally charged
situation, much less relationship.  That's why he was so comfortable with
Pam.  That's what defined their life together.  They were an average
comfortable couple.  Sure they loved each other, but it was a steady, what
do we need to do today, kind of love.  Their relationship was not a
passionate, "damn the torpedo's, full speed ahead", love affair.  He had
just never seen Pam as a very lusty person or himself for that matter.  But
on the other hand, maybe he should make love to her tonight.  That's the
way he thought of it, as him making love to her.  That was TO her, not WITH
her.  Sex was never the two of them making love together, much less as
screwing each other for the fun and thrill of it.

   That night Bill did roll over onto his wife.  He was more excited than
usual and assumed that Pam was as well.  His penis slid with ease into her
warm and wetter than usual hole.  He grunted above his wife for a few
minutes and unleashed his cum into her.  Pam didn't have an orgasm.  She
usually only 'finished' about 50% of the time.  It had never bothered her
much in the past, but tonight with all of the stimulation she had endured
over the past few days, her body screamed out for release.  But being the
dutiful wife, in her marriage bed, she snuggled up to Bill and didn't say
anything.  Soon his snoring started, leaving her frustrated and annoyed.

   The next day it was after dinner before Pam could get back to Bess'
house.  She was anxious to be with her friend and spend some time in 'her'
room.

   After she stripped at the back door, Bess immediately had Pam put on her
heels and then clean up the kitchen from the meals that Bess had eaten
during the day.  Following that chore Bess "cinched" Pam's arms and made
her walk around the living room flexing her ass and thrusting her tits out.
Much to Pam's delight Bess would smack her hard on the ass, with her hand,
when she walked near the couch where Bess was sitting, watching a sex video
and rubbing her pussy through her pants.

   After about twenty minutes of what Bess began calling, "naked housewife
on parade", she said, "lets go up to your room Pam."

   Once in the room Bess bluntly asked Pam if "Bill had screwed her last
night." Pam didn't answer, but blushed and looked at the floor.

   "You can't hide anything from me Pam, I can tell he did, so say it!"

   "Yes Bess, Bill made love to me last night."

   "Did you have an orgasm Pam?"

   Again no answer, but Pam's shoulders slumped in resignation.

   "You are so transparent, Pam.  Since you didn't cum, you shouldn't
really call it "making love." All Bill did was screw you.  He fucked you
Pam and you didn't even get-off.  That's not making love, that's just Bill
being a selfish asshole.  Just the way my ex-husband used to do me."

   Bess hugged Pam and continued now with a loving voice, "We have to take
care of each other Pam.  I'm horny and since you at least had some sex last
night I want you to wear that harness again and hold me like you did the
other day.  That's the least you could do for me."

   Soon Pam was laying on her back on the black satin, the pliable rubber
cock jutting up from between her legs.  Today Bess had Pam watch as she
lovingly rubbed lubricant over 'Pam's' cock.  Then she stripped off her
clothes and told Pam to look at her as she held her own labia apart.  Then
she slowly sat on Pam and impaled herself.  Bess knew that Pam couldn't
tear her eyes away from her pussy as the cock slowly disappeared.

   Like the other day she leaned forward to be held by the housewife, as
she slowly rocked her pelvis.

   "Ohh, that feels good Pam.  I love it.  I love you.  Pam move your hips
some to help get me off."

   Pam's mind raced.  It was one thing to hold her friend and cuddle her,
but quite another to take an active role in...  in...  screwing her.  That
was the only word she could think of.

   Pam didn't move as Bess began to make larger movements with her hips.

   "Come on Pam help me...  Do it, I need it."

   Still no reaction from Pam, so finally Bess grabbed Pam around the
shoulders and rolled her over on top of her.  In this position Bess was
able to wrap her legs around Pam's waist.  "Come on Pam move your hips."
Bess began kicking Pam's ass with her heels.

   The shocked housewife in almost an automatic response thrust her hips
forward.

   Feeling the rubber cock drive into her Bess, hissed, "Yesssssss, like
that!!  Again Pam, again."

   Pam's sex life had consisted of lying on her back while Bill thrust into
her.  Neither Mr.  or Mrs.  Henderson had used any imagination in their
love making.  Pam did rock slightly on top of Bess, when prompted by the
heels kicking her ass.  But Pam really didn't know how to go about doing
what was being asked of her by her friend.

   Bess finally reached a small and entirely unacceptable orgasm.  She held
Pam for a few moments then harshly said, "I am not accepting this, Pam. 
You will do better.  And I don't want any crap from you.  Get up off the
bed."

   Pam stood up, forgetting that Bess was still connected to her.  The
smack of the fake cock hitting her upper thigh reminded her when it popped
free from Bess' pussy.

   "Pam take off that thong harness then 'assume the position' over the arm
of the couch.  I'm going to punish you."

   Pam eagerly complied.  This was familiar territory for her.  Unlike the
activity that had just taken place on the bed.  And as much as she hated to
admit it to herself, she enjoyed Bess' spankings.  After all she deserved
them, didn't she.

   The harness and cock hit the floor.  Pam draped herself over the satin
arm of the couch, looking back expectantly at her friend.

   Bess looked around the room and spied the plastic hair brush on the
vanity.  She grabbed it and approached Pam with a wicked smile on her face.

   Spanking seemed to make Pam hot, well Bess would give her a spanking,
then she would show her how to fuck.

   Bess began to hit Pam's ass using hard short strokes.  As she got a
rhythm she began to lengthen the swing.  The popping sound echoed off the
bedrooms walls.  Soon Pam's cries also could be heard.  But Bess didn't
stop.  Again and again the hair brush fell on the tender flesh.  It turned
red.  Bess could see Pam squirms and saw her tits ripple as the impact
traveled up the body.  Pam was crying openly.  A few dark spots, where some
bruising occurred, showed on the ass that quivered in anticipation of more
blows.  And Bess could tell that Pam was turned on.  Her brown nipples were
hard and her pussy was wet.

   Bess dropped the brush and grabbing Pam by her shoulder length hair,
pulled her to the bed.

   "On your back, bitch," growled Bess as she put the harness on herself
for the first time.  She squirted some lubricant on the cock, then kneeled
on the bed.  Bess roughly pushed Pam's shapely legs apart.  The movement
caused sharp pain on Pam's bruised ass, so she lifted her hips to relieve
the pressure and ease the pain.

   Bess took the lifting of Pam's hips as an invitation, "You really want
it don't you, you slut?"

   "No...  No...  I was...  it hurts...  " But Pam felt a thrill.  A new
thrill of humiliation by being called such a dirty name by her friend.  It
was a terrible name...  Not her...  she was a wife and mother...  But she
kept her pelvis lifted off the bed.  Kept her legs spread...  It wasn't
just the pain.  It was something else.  It was weeks of foreplay by Bess.
She was excited.  Deep in her soul...  in a place that was not even in her
consciousness...  she wanted this...

   Bess leaned forward rubbing the cock up and down the slit of her
friend...  of her possession...  then finding the opening, she nestled the
spongy rubber head into place.  Finally she let the length slide easily
into Pam.

   "Pam, I'm going to show you how to fuck.  Feel this and remember.  This
is what I'm going to want you to do later."

   Bess took hold of Pam's hips and slowly began to withdraw the phallus.
After it was two thirds out she slowly ran it back into Pam's virginal
cunt. "I'll bet this is about the same as Bill, just the old in/out.  Let
me show you how good this can really feel, Pam.  LET GO and enjoy a real
fucking for a change."

   "I shouldn't...  I...  No...  Ohhh...  ohh...  yessss...  I feel it...
yess...  ohhh...  "

   Pam was lost too the sensation.  All thoughts of Bill, the girls... 
everything disappeared, as Bess added a circular motion to the slow
thrusting of her slim hips.

   "So this was what it felt like to be a man," thought Bess.  It wasn't
just sex, it was power...  To have someone squirming under you while you
pounded into them.  To dominate, the act of penetrating, of stabbing into
someone, that was what it was about.  Bess enjoyed this feeling of
superiority.  She would never let Pam go.  She wanted to hold herself above
this woman forever.  She would crush this beautiful flower with her sexual
power.  The power of her strong body.  And what was so ironic, Pam wanted
to be dominated.  Bess could tell by the way the middle-aged wife whimpered
under her.  "Too bad I don't have nerve endings in this fake cock.  I'd
love to know what Pam's buttery wet cunt feels like," Bess thought.

   ****

   Bess was relentless.  She drove her groin into Pam's over and over. 
Then she would withdraw the rubber cock halfway from Pam's clasping cunt
and rotate.  Then back again to a hard thrusting motion.  At first Pam laid
there fairly still, but the combination of the dildo thrusting into her and
the pain that still emanated from her bruised ass caused her to begin
tilting her pelvis in time to Bess' thrusts.

   Bess leaned forward and hissed into Pam's ear, "Wrap your legs around
me."

   And Pam did, responding immediately to Bess' order .  It caused two
things to happen.  First Pam immediately felt relief from her punished ass
as the most bruised parts came off the mattress.  Then she felt the rubber
phallus stab into her deeper than before.  Her stomach tightened and felt
an orgasm begin to spread from her groin.

   "Ohh.  I'm finishing Bess...  Ohh."

   Beth laughed, "That's only a little orgasm, Pam.  Is that all you get
from Bill?  I've only been doing you for a couple of minutes.  You poor
thing.  Is that all that your sorry ass husband has done for you?  No,
love, that's not an orgasm, that is just prelude.  I'll bet Bill finishes
his thing after only a few minutes.  By now Bill is probably breathing hard
and can't keep going.  Bess, I'm just starting...  I can do this all day."

   Pam had to agree with her neighbor.  She would never say anything bad
about her husband but Bess was right.  After a couple a minutes Bill would
squirt his seed into her and then collapse, panting and sweating from the
two minute workout.

   "Pam, relax, lock your legs behind my back.  Play with your tits and
close your eyes, we have a long time before you find out what a real
fucking orgasm is."

   Pam cupped her breasts with her hands and relaxed back onto the
mattress. The friction from the continuing stroking of Bess' fake phallus
into her cunt and the rubbing of Bess' groin on her clit created a new
sensation.  Pam felt like she was floating up from the bottom of a deep
pit. And suddenly she realized that something wonderful would happen when
she finally made it to the top.

   Bess continued to vary her motion.  And Pam began to slowly build in a
way that she had never felt before.  She ran her hands in delicate circles
over her own breasts.  They were becoming hypersensitive.  She built and
built, while Bess stroked and stroked.  This went on for two more minutes,
then 5, then 8.  Finally, after twelve minutes of continuous stroking, Pam
emerged from the dark pit into the light.  Her entire being was feeling
nothing but the friction between her legs.  Her eyes were tightly closed
but she could see flashes of light, her limbs began to spasm uncontrollably
and she had a mind numbing, intense, gut wrenching orgasm.  It was a
feeling that she had never had, she could hear her own screams of pleasure
as her mind became clouded to everything except that pleasure.  Oh God, the
pleasure was indescribable.  Oh God, she never knew she could have such
feelings, so much intensity.

   Pam quivered and quaked.  Bess finally stopped and held her neighbor. 
Held her tightly, held her tenderly in a way she was sure that Pam's oaf of
a husband never had.  She actually leaned forward and gently kissed the
tears from Pam's cheeks.  She didn't rush to withdraw her "cock".  She left
it nestled in Pam's silky folds, waiting until her neighbor was completely
relaxed.  Waiting for Pam to finish basking in the afterglow of the most
intense sexual feelings of her life.

   "Don't say anything, Pam.  I know you enjoyed that.  Remember, it's just
between us.  No guilt.  No blame.  In fact you should be blaming Bill for
wasting so many years of your life."

   Pam didn't say anything.  She just turned her head into her pillow as
Bess gently slid the dildo from that wonderful snatch.  Giving Pam one last
caress, Bess stood.  Then, as she passed the vanity, as she quietly slipped
from the room, she hit the play button on the TV.  Sounds of a video taped
orgy filled Pam's room.  Closing the door behind her she heard Pam's bed
creak as the housewife rolled towards the TV.  Despite the guilt Pam felt,
she wanted to see hard cocks and gaping pussies.  Bess smiled as she
removed the harness in her own room.  Pam was changing.

   The next few days continued the pattern.  Workout day, then housework
day.  On housework day Pam would be required to play "naked housewife on
parade" before she got to spend time in her room.  Bess pulled the strap on
her arms tighter each time, and soon added a second strap to Pam's arms. 
This strap near Pam's wrists gave Bess a place to easily hold so she could
pull Pam around the house.

   One afternoon four days after the memorable dildo fuck Pam was resting
in her room enjoying the solitude.  She knew that she would have to go home
in about 45 minutes to make her family dinner.  Today she had decided to
put on the beautiful negligee that Bess had given her.  She lay on the
black satin bed cover and listened to some soft jazz music.  Her eyes were
closes and she was feeling very relaxed.

   In her bedroom Bess was attaching another dildo on the second mounting
screw of the harness.  Bess had gone back to the seedy adult store that
morning while Pam was at pre-school.  She had bought a slightly larger
rubber penis.  This was an inch or two longer than the six inch model she
had purchased earlier.  It was also thicker.  With a dildo attached to each
side of the vinyl harness Bess squatted slightly and after putting some KY
jelly on the smaller cock, slipped it into herself.  "I may as well get
some enjoyment out of what I am about to do," she thought.  Bess tied the
straps of the harness.  Securing it.  She looked in the mirror.  You
couldn't tell that Bess had a phallus imbedded inside of herself.  The
harness and larger dildo looked just like it usually did.  Bess didn't
think that Pam would notice that a different dildo jutted out from her
groin, but Pam would feel the difference when it was inside of her.

   Bess wrapped a bathrobe around her slim naked body.  She folded her
hands in front of her groin to hide the bulge under her robe.  Then she
slowly walked down the hall to Pam's room.  Walking was difficult with the
rubber tube in her belly.  She would have to have Pam try this next time
she ordered "naked housewife on parade."

   Bess opened the door to Pam's room without knocking.  There she was,
white silk on black background.  Dark nipples and dark triangle visible
through the diaphanous material.  She looked virginal and vulnerable, but
also very erotic.  How one woman could elicit such contrary images was
amazing to Bess.

   Pam heard the door open.  She looked up at Bess and smiled.  Bess placed
a finger to her lips indicating that she didn't want any talking.  She
smiled down on Pam.  Bess opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. 
Leaning against the door frame Bess slowly ran the fingers of one hand up
and down the length of the fake cock hanging between her legs.  Pam watched
the movement...  and then...  and then...  reached for the hem of the
negligee and pulled it up to her waist.  As Bess walked towards the bed,
Pam opened her legs in invitation.

   Pam walked home on rubbery legs almost an hour after Bess had entered
her room, but she felt a satisfaction that she had never known.  She hoped
that Bill would make love to her tonight, and maybe he would last for more
than a few minutes.