Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Spunk N.  Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter!  28
Part: 28
Universe: Not With My Daughter!  Saga
Summary: Marnie and and her sister-in-law try to take their tormentor on

only to find the resulting humilition more than they want to bear while

Brenda's teacher turns to Larcher for help.  Keywords: exhibition,
humiliation, bondage, forced nudity, nc

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view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity
to persons, living or dead is coincidence.  All rights are reserved by the
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including this disclaimer.

   This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With
My Daughter!, Parts 2-27" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" (See at
bottom)

   Not With My Daughter!  Part 28 by Spunk N.  Wagnels

   Larcher, where have you been?  I can't stay in this position any
longer." Marnie complained.

   "Miss me, did you?" He replied, untying the two cramped women.

   Marnie was able to stand up as he released the string on her nipple
rings, but Sally was forced to stay at least somewhat bent over now that
her fingers were superglued to her butt cheeks.

   "Is there anything you can do about the glue, Larcher?  I think she will
agree to be tied instead." Marnie asked on her sister-in-law's behalf.

   "Nice try Missy.  The precious little I have of the emergency release
solution will only come out if I am satisfied that the punishment fits the
crimes.  It is too difficult to get.  Let's just see how she handles
things. Any balking or disagreement from you, Blondie, and the bar gets
raised.  You can cut your fingers free with a dull jagged knife for all I
care.  Nobody, I mean nobody, breaks into my home, steals from me, and
assaults me with a deadly weapon, gets away with it." He scolded.  "Now
let's get you ready for court."

   "Court?  What are you planning to do with us?" Marnie asked.

   "You'll find out soon enough." He said standing back looking at the two
of them with his chin cradled between his thumb and index finger.  "More
bend." He mumbled.

   He moved them into the living room and went back for some things.  "This
should do the trick." He said placing an ice cube on each of Sally's
nipples in succession, making them erect, so he could loop a clamp to each,
then he experimented with string attached to the clamps to see what kinds
of positions he could hold her in.  He walked behind Sally, who tried to
follow him with her eyes.  He held on to her hips and bumped into her
exposed pussy with his crotch, only to find that she had no way of keeping
her balance.

   "Come here Missy." He said while motioning for her to come to him and
turn around.  Then he unhooked her handcuffs.

   "Thank you." She said, rubbing her wrists.

   "Not so fast." He said, now reattaching them with her hands behind her
head.

   "Hey." She protested.

   "You'll need these.  Come here." He said positioning her facing Sally in
front.  Then he worked them closer and closer, putting her cuffed hands on
Sally's back, and bringing their heads to rest, chins interlocked upon each
other's shoulders.  He tried bumping his groin into Sally's pussy again
finding that this arrangement afforded more stability from Marnie's
support.

   "Where are they?" He muttered to himself.  Then he heard singing getting
closer.  Then there were loud knocks by several fists on his door.  When he
opened it, in flowed Jeff and some of his friends he was eager to impress.

   The members of this small group were on their way to becoming drunk with
a wine buzz, each holding a bottle or two.  They wore basic grubby jeans
and leather or jean jackets.  One by one, they started dropping their
bodies down into available seats on the furniture in Larcher's apartment.

   "He's got a goddamn push-me-pull-you in here." One of Jeff's buddies
remarked.  Then he got up and started to circle the women.

   Marnie could see him when he was circling behind Sally and Sally could
see him looking at Marnie from the rear.  Two others got up and started the
circling.  One crouched down and plucked the strings securing the bent
forward positions.  Marnie and Sally could sense when the other was feeling
the sudden pain by the flinching they noticed at each other's neck.  "Hey
check these out." The crouching tormentor said, referring to Marnie's
nipple rings.

   "Man, look at the size of those gazabas." Another remarked, admiring
Marnie's breasts.

   "Hey, which do you like best, hairy or smooth like this one." The third
off Jeff's friends asked rubbing Marnie's snatch roughly.

   "Ah, easy with her fella.  She's my bitch.  I'll share, but nothing
happens to her without going through me first.  Everybody understand?"
Larcher ruled.

   "Sure, Boss." The groper said with his hands in the air backing away.

   "Alrighty then.  You boys are going to be my jury.  These women have
committed some serious crimes and need to answer for them..  Jeff, help me
with this furniture." Larcher directed, arranging the place to seat all of
his guests at one end of the room with him at the other.  Then he unhooked
the women from their neck lock and nipple restraints.  He allowed Marnie to
stand erect with her cuffed hands behind her head, thrusting her nipple
ring adorned breasts out lewdly toward the gawking boys.

   Larcher sat down and motioned for Marnie to sit on his right knee, with
her left elbow behind his head.  Sally waited nervously for instructions.
"Will the accused please face the court."

   Sally was confused.  She didn't know if he meant face him or the boys,
so she picked facing Larcher, with her hairy blond cunt facing the hooting
and whistling group of miscreants.

   "Please state your name for the jury." He began.

   "Sally . . ."

   "No, no, no." Larcher interrupted.  "Pronounce the words clearly, using
your lips."

   "Yeah lady we are hard of hearing and we're having trouble reading your
lips with that forest covering them." One piped up to the laughter of his
peers.  "Can we have her clear cut the forest Judge?"

   "I think that is a very good idea.  Who would like to do the honors?"

   One of the drunker ones raised his hand.  Sally could see by looking at
Marnie's reaction that the prospects were not looking good.  As the
volunteer clumsily arose to his feet, Marnie asked Larcher if she could
please do it, so no blood would be shed.  Larcher agreed to let her, and
they all watched as Marnie shaved her sister-in-law with her hands still
cuffed together.

   A couple of the jurors got up for a closer inspection.  One of them
said, "Nice clean shave.  What about some after shave lotion."

   "Good idea." Larcher said, and left to retrieve a bottle of rubbing
alcohol.  "Here, splash this."

   "No, please." She said, as the juror wiped a palmful of alcohol along
her freshly denuded pussy and ass crack.  Sally let out a crescendoing
scream, like a siren, at the top of her lungs, and fell over twitching and
moving along the floor, trying to escape the intense burn relentlessly
lapping at her nether region.  All but Marnie, who wanted to reach out and
take the pain away, watched with pained amusement as Sally went through her
wall of torment.  When she was merely whimpering and twitching on the
floor, a couple of jurors helped her back up to her feet, copping feels of
her helpless breasts before returning to the jury box.

   Larcher resumed, "Now, who did you come here with to break in the other
day?"

   "I, I, came with a friend." She said fearfully.

   "We can't understand her.  She's not moving her lips at all." A juror
piped up.

   "You heard the man, move your lips when you talk.  Now, who did you
break in here with earlier this week?"

   Sally realized that as she spoke, she was required to pull her cunt lips
apart as a puppeteer might do.  This added embarrassment made the
humiliation all the more intense.  She looked at Marnie pitifully for her
support, as she responded evasively to Larcher's questions.  As she spoke,
the boys joked about the scene she was presenting to them, trying to
concentrate on making her cunt lips move in time to her testimony.  "I
think we are in a Chinese movie," one piped up, "the lips aren't moving in
time to the sound.''

   "If you want the jury to believe what you say, Blondie, you will have to
be more convincing with your testimony." Larcher instructed.  "Now since
you won't tell me where the person in this photograph lives, we'll proceed
with he verdict.  Thumbs up means these burglars go free, and thumbs down,
we go on to the penalty phase.  So in the matter of the person in this
picture, how do you vote?  . . .  Guilty as charged.  Now in the matter of
Blondie here?  . . .  Guilty as charged.  And Missy here as accomplice?"

   The jurors looked back and forth, not wanting to cross Larcher, and
declined to vote by their inaction.  "Extenuating circumstances I guess,
we'll just have to sort that out.  Well Blondie, the jury has cast your
fate.  Here is another chance to give up your accomplice to make it easier
on you.  You will give her up, but the longer you take, the more
intolerable the punishment will be."

   Sally looked at Marnie for direction in the matter with tears streaming
down her face.  Marnie looked back worried and shrugged her indecision back
at her.  "Gentlemen, start your engines." Larcher said.

   The drunken jurors leaped at the signal to relieve the pressure of their
jeans and got naked from the waist down.  Marnie looked at the lineup of
stiff young cocks poised eagerly behind Sally.  Sally turned around in
place to see for herself what Marnie's reaction was about.  Her eyes
widened and she backed up toward Marnie and Larcher to get away from the
pointing intruders.

   You can't be serious.  Make them put their clothes back on.  They can't
put those in me.  I'm married.  I'm almost old enough to be their mothers."

   "Hey Lady, you look pretty good to me." One of the jurors said.

   "I'd never kick either of you outta bed." Another remarked.

   "No, no, this can't happen, they aren't even wearing protection.  What
if I got pregnant.  You can't let them do this.  This is rape.  This is
disgusting.  This . . ."

   "This is your reward for crossing me, Blondie.  Care to give up your
friend yet?"

   "My husband will kill you when he learns what you are doing to me."

   "Your husband would be very interested to know what I know about you,
I'm sure.  Now somebody shut her up and stick it in her mouth."

   With that, Jeff raced to be first, to show his buddies what a stud he
was.  "Hey Pop," he leaned over to whisper, what if she bites?"

   Larcher took Marnie by the scruff of her neck and bent her over so her
head was six inches from Sally's and said in a huddle with them, "You are
about to experience exactly what will happen to your daughter, if you both
don't cooperate and follow directions in every way, you got it?" He
squeezed the back of their necks for emphasis.

   Marnie backed away nodding showing terror in her eyes.  Sally fully
understood Marnie's entire lot in the situation at that very moment and
froze in fear at the prospects of her niece getting defiled by this crowd.
Larcher sensed that he had made his point perfectly clear, smiled and
nodded for Jeff to proceed.  Then he signaled one of Jeff's buddies to take
up the rear.

   Sally's face showed tears, fear, disgust, and humiliation as she allowed
Jeff's uncut cock to enter her mouth.  She gagged at the same time as she
groaned at the rough entering of the young man's cock in her cunt.  "Hey
Chief, she's dry." He said to Larcher.

   "Somebody juice her up." Larcher responded.

   The young man at her cunt held out his hand to receive a bottle of wine
from a buddy, and poured some on his dick, as he tried to work it back in.
"You owe me a new rug, Blondie." Larcher remarked.  Then the man took the
wine bottle and screwed it into Sally's butthole, watching with amusement
as the remaining two inches of wine in the bottle bubbled into her rectum.
Then he took the bottle out, handed it to a buddy and pushed his way back
into her cunt.

   Jeff and his buddy started to pump Sally from both ends.  They made a
clumsy duo in the process, causing Larcher to plan another route.  "Hold it
guys.  No, you can stay in, just don't move until I get back." He
instructed.  So Sally, waited with a young cock in her unwilling mouth, and
another stuffed in her unwilling cunt for the torment to heat up again. 
When she looked over at Marnie, she got a brief moment of empathy followed
by an embarrassed turning away.

   Larcher reentered the room with a workbench chair with casters, which he
had slid the back off and tied two ropes to the foot rungs.  He adjusted
the height of the chair so Sally could rest her body weight on it by laying
her stomach on the seat.  Larcher had the two other chaps hold ropes
between the legs of Jeff and his buddy so they could pull her forward and
back.  Larcher sat back down, motioned for Marnie to sit on his knee again,
and watched the show before him as the two on the floor worked out the
system to pull Sally onto Jeff's cock, then back onto their buddy's up her
cunt.  As a rhythm emerged, as Sally was starting to get a buzz from the
wine, and as the two cock bearers were getting excited, even Marnie could
find it amusing to watch it in a surreal sense.

   Sally started to moan, which felt good to Jeff, who started to vocalize
his pleasure.  Then his buddy started to groan in pleasure as her cunt
received and sent his cock in tantalizing regularity.  The three of them
chorused moans and groans drawing closer to releases.

   Jeff came first, causing Sally to grimace and choke.  Jeff's buddy
started to grab her hips and pump into her with all he was worth, not to be
left behind.  He came in a couple of bumping thrusts and pulled out when
continued pumping caused too much weakness in his knees.

   Sally looked back when he pulled out and uttered, "Unh?" Marnie knew
from experience in the last year that Sally was currently frustrated with
not being able to conclude despite being repulsed by the ordeal.

   Jeff and his buddy traded places with the two on the floor, while
Larcher let Marnie up and uncuffed her.  She was monetarily relieved until
she realized that he was doing so to have her squat down on his pole while
they watched the show before them.  She knew better than to impede his
impulse, and backed her warmed moist cunt onto his familiar pole.  "Motion
woman." He ordered Marnie, as the two studs took their place at Sally's
openings.  The one at her mouth was a very wide seven incher and her mouth
was stretched fully to accommodate its girth.  Jeff and the other rope
puller were not as quick on the uptake and were a little jerkier in their
manner.  The lad at Sally's mouth harmlessly slapped her on the top side of
her head complaining, "Watch the teeth woman."

   Larcher ordered for the two of them to switch places, and Sally was
surprised at the effect the replacement cock had in her snatch.  She had
never been that stretched out before.  Now the steady plunging in and out
of the stiff thick gristle and the intoxicating wine in her bowels were
tapping sensations in her she never realized existed.

   Marnie was more grateful for any cock she could get these days than her
sister-in-law at present, and was getting what she could from riding
Larcher's cock at the particular moment.  Besides, she would reason, she
didn't have to look at him in this position.  She was breaking out in a
sweat from having to squat up and down his pole.

   Sally came in an emotional release from the thick cock plunging her
twat, but he wasn't done and they didn't stop the chair's motion.  She was
beside herself with panic when the cocks continued their intrusions.  The
one in her mouth was due to cum any second, and she never had a chance to
luxuriate after her own release seconds before.  Her head was swimming, but
to Marnie, she thought her sister-in-law was experiencing nirvana.  Marnie
started to get turned on by it and picked up her pace.  Larcher wanted her
to slow down, so he pushed her off of him just before Marnie was about to
round the corner to the homestretch.  She watched dry-humping the air as
the two studs blasted Sally's abused openings with their spewings.

   "Okay boys, my turn." Larcher said, as they were withdrawing from
Sally's warm moist canals.  He detoured into the kitchen on his way to
where Sally lay resting with her stomach on the chair seat.  With her feet
resting on the rungs, and her fingers tugging on her ass cheeks, her rear
was spread open for Larcher to shove half a stick of butter roughly up her
ass.  He kicked her feet down to the ground and shoved the seat away from
under her with his foot.  Then he positioned himself behind her and aimed
his cock at her rear most entry.  With a firm, unforgiving thrust, he
shoved his cock into her virgin hole.

   Sally let out a blood-curdling scream, which caused Marnie to take her
hand form her own snatch to cover her ears.  Sally reared up to as much of
a standing position, as her glued fingers would allow, stepping away from
Larcher to void the anal intruder from her body.

   "That does it Bitch." He said determinedly.  Then he went over to Marnie
and cuffed her in front as before, locked the two of them together at the
neck, with Marnie's cuffed hands behind Sally's head on her back.  Then to
insure that Sally wouldn't possibly rear up again, he ran a string through
Marnie's nipple rings, closing the string inside a heavy book.  Marnie had
to bend down putting weight on Sally to keep the string from pulling on her
nipples.  If Sally were to rear again, Marnie's rings would surely be torn
out, and they both knew it.

   Marnie watched as Larcher repositioned himself at Sally's rear entry
once more.  Sally had to make her legs go into a wide stance to support
herself from the downward pressure Marnie's predicament was placing on her.
This made her butt hole as wide as possible for the next intrusion.  Marnie
watched as Larcher entered, then felt Sally's pain reflex at her neck, and
held the position like a wrestler to save her nipples from ripping open.

   Larcher pushed in hard, pulled out and pushed in hard with angry
thrusts. Marnie met those thrusts with her shoulder like a football lineman
protecting turf.  Jeff got up smiling and started to fiddle Marnie's pussy
with his hand.  He sensed that the distraction was aggravating to her
because of the intense concentration she was required to make to avoid
certain mutilation of her nipples.  With the butter melted inside Sally,
the pain started to grow more and more tolerable.  Larcher senior was
beginning to close his eyes for longer and longer durations, but before he
closed them for a final approach, Jeff made an effort to catch his eye as
if to ask if it was okay to dip into Marnie's treasures.  With a nod from
Larcher senior to Larcher junior, the father and son team pounded the two
women from behind in unison until they both came in similar orgasmic
responses - quite a show for the others who spontaneously applauded the
team.

   Larcher had Jeff invite a couple more friends on the spur of the moment
to have their way with Sally, before the satisfied young men left for the
evening.  Sally was periodically given wine up her ass and was nearly
passed out from it along with all of the physical exertion and abuse.  "Go,
I'm tired." He ordered.

   "What about her hands and clothes." Marnie asked on her sister-in-law's
behalf.

   "I don't care what you do.  She gets no help from me until she gives up
her accomplice." He said steadfastly.

   "Larcher, I'll tell you . . ." Marnie said thinking Sally was almost
out.

   Then Sally gave up Betty along with her address before passing out on
the floor.  Larcher dug in a drawer and brought out a tube of special
solvent only law enforcement agencies have access to and warned Marnie that
she would have some chemical burns on her hands and rear cheeks, but
nothing permanent, if he went ahead and used it.  Marnie authorized it so
she could get Sally home.

   Marnie took Sally to her and Roger's house to spend the night.  She put
Sally on the couch and called her brother-in-law, Ron, to let him know
Sally was staying over.  Brenda came downstairs and asked why her aunt was
spending the night.  Marnie told her that she wasn't feeling well, wasn't
up for the trip home, and might stay another day or so.

   "No problem," Brenda said, "if it is more than two, she can use my room.
I'm at Crandel's again this weekend, remember?"

   "That's nice of you, Dear.  But I'm sure she will be feeling better
before that.  I'm bushed myself.  I'll see you in the morning." And, she
kissed her daughter goodnight.

   When she reached the bedroom, Roger was up watching the news.  "You had
us worried.  Is everything okay?"

   "Yes Dear.  Sally is a bit under the weather and I put her to sleep on
the couch.  I need to take a shower."

   "But, what have you two been doing?" He asked as she ducked into the
bathroom.

   "I'll tell you in bed." Marnie said like a zombie.

   When she was ready to crawl into bed, she snuggled up to Roger, cupped
her free hand on his cock and balls, and in a sleepy tone told him, "I love
you." Then slipped off to sleep leaving him wondering whether to take her
hand away or not.

   * * * * * The next day, Thursday, Brenda rushed to last period
cheerleading class.  She hoped Ms.  Lambert didn't remember seeing her at
the Phaedrian Order initiation the day before.  She ran into the locker
room and changed from her normal clothes, momentarily relishing the fact
that Vanessa was no longer riding her case.  She was heading past the
coach's office to go out onto the floor, when she noticed Ms.  Lambert at
her desk with her head in her hands.

   "I'm sorry I'm late, Ms.  Lambert." She said as she passed.

   "Oh, hi Brenda." Ms.  Lambert said, sniffling back tears.

   "Is everything okay?" Brenda said, backing up into the doorway.

   "Tory is running class today.  I'm going to have to go soon." Ms. 
Lambert said.

   "Did something happen?" Brenda asked concerned.

   "Oh Brenda.  Come in and close the door, please." Ms.  Lambert
requested. "Do you remember those two girls who took our pictures in the
shower before?"

   "Yes, how could I forget."

   "You need to watch out for them.  They have made my life a living hell
ever since that moment." Ms.  Lambert said standing and moving around to
the front of her desk.  She had on a white sundress, heels, and no bra, as
it was clear to see through the lightweight fabric.  She looked through the
glass office out into the empty locker room and hoisted the hem of her
short dress to her waist.  "See, look what they've done to me." She said,
referring to the tattooed g-string, garter belt, and stockings artistically
applied with details right on down to the seam running up the back of her
legs.

   "Oh-my-gawd!" Brenda exclaimed backing up out of her chair in shock. 
"You are tattooed.  How are you going to get that off?"

   "It's just dark henna painted on.  It comes off over weeks, but look how
hideous it is now." Ms.  Lambert bemoaned.

   "Well actually, it is very well done.  It fooled me for a second.  It
must have taken a real artist to do that good of a job." Brenda remarked.
"When . . .  how did this happen to you?"

   "Last night, after the most humiliating day of my life, those wretched
girls shaved me, bound me, and painted me to look like you see me now."

   "The ones that took our pictures in the shower?"

   "Yes, and more, lots of them, all in some sort of a cult of sexually
depravity.  I . . ." Ms.  Lambert let her dress hem fall to its resting
length at mid-thigh, then she put her face in her hands to hide her crying
from Brenda's view.

   Brenda felt compelled to approach her and tentatively put her arm around
her shoulder to give her support.  Ms.  Lambert flinched at the surprise
touch on the exposed flesh of her shoulders, then relaxed her body into
this kind gesture on the part of her student.  "You . . .?" Brenda
prompted.

   "I . . .  I was made to perform grotesque sexual acts . . .  in front of
a room full of crazed people." She continued.

   "How awful!" Brenda responded during Ms.  Lambert's sniffling.

   "This cult is determined to make my life a living hell."

   "What do you mean?" Brenda asked.

   "They are using the pictures of us as a threat to my job here.  They
have more pictures of me in lewd sexual conduct that they could use to
humiliate me anywhere, anytime."

   "That's terrible." Brenda said, embarrassed for the part she played in
the operation.

   "Tonight, I am supposed to enter an amateur dance contest.  If I win,
things will go better for me, they said, and if I lose, well, they won't
tell me." Ms.  Lambert disclosed.

   "Well, that should be okay for you then, you're an excellent dancer."
Brenda said trying to reassure her.

   "Oh Brenda, it's not the kind of dancing you're thinking of, it is
taking things off on a stage in front of strange, grunting, hooting,
disgusting men."

   "Oh."

   "What am I going to do?  I'm going to have to leave this wonderful job,
this wonderful town, my life as I know it, and move some place where they
can never find me." Ms.  Lambert worried.

   "I hope it doesn't come to that.  I'd miss you.  You're one of my
favorite teachers, well you are my favorite teacher."

   Ms.  Lambert looked at her appreciatively, momentarily fighting back the
tears to enjoy Brenda's sentiment.  Then she hugged her tightly,
whispering, "Thank you."

   "If you want to fight them, I know this guy.  He's not quite a
policeman, but he is in security work.  Maybe he could help you.  Would you
like me to put you in touch with him?" Brenda offered.

   "Oh, you are so wonderful.  I knew I made the right choice when I put
you on the squad.  But I really don't think I could fight them and not get
scathed myself."

   "It probably wouldn't hurt to talk to him.  I could arrange that if you
like.  If you tell me where you have to dance tonight, I might be able to
get him to be there to protect you if you need it." Brenda offered.

   "I suppose one more stranger in the audience wouldn't make any
difference.  I don't know how I am going to be able to get myself to go on
in the first place."

   "If I can use your phone, I'll try to get him to talk to you beforehand.
Maybe he'll have an idea to make it so you don't have to do it at all."
Brenda said.

   "Well, that would be worth a try.  I need all the ideas I can get at
this point." Ms.  Lambert said starting to pull herself together with this
new thread of hope.

   Brenda called her dad's office, got the number of security and called
back asking for Larcher.  She explained the situation briefly and handed
the phone over to Ms.  Lambert.  Ms.  Lambert talked for a bit and agreed
to meet him after work at the club where she was to perform.

   "Is he going to help?" Brenda asked when Ms.  Lambert was off the phone.

   "I've agreed to meet him, and we'll see.  Thank you Brenda.  I don't
know what I would do without your help."

   Brenda felt a little nauseous because her involvement on the situation
was not what it appeared to Ms.  Lambert to be, and took her leave, "I
better get out on the court before practice is over.  Good luck with
everything tonight."

   At the Kit Kat Club, Linda Lambert sat in her car looking at the
entrance for a man in a security guard uniform.  After awhile, she spotted
a man who waited outside, looking in all directions as if he was meeting
someone.  She got out of her car, held her overcoat tightly closed as she
dodged traffic crossing the street in her heels, something she hardly ever
wore.  The man was alerted to her crossing by the echoing clickety clack of
her heels hitting the street.  He looked her over and propositioned her
with money for sexual favors.  She was shocked and turned to leave and
bumped into a man behind her who said, "Are you looking for someone?"

   "Are you Mr.  Larcher?"

   "It depends who you are, Blue Eyes." He responded.

   "I'm Linda Lee Lambert.  I think I spoke to you on the phone."

   "Hi.  I'm Walter Larcher.  Why don't we get you off the street and go in
to talk."

   He opened the door for her, watching her move through it.  He did a
double take gawking at her legs.  He realized with the subtle vibration of
her skin from walking in her heels, that she was not really wearing hose.
He directed her to a table where they could talk and both see the stage.

   "Can I get you something to drink?" He asked her.

   "No thank you.  I don't drink."

   "You see that girl up there?  Have you ever done that before?" He asked
referring to the exotic dancer on stage entertaining the happy hour crowd.

   "No, I've never even been in a place like this." She confessed.

   "So do you think you can get up there and do that without a drink?"

   Linda Lee burst into tears.  "I can't do that.  I can't get up there and
do that at all."

   "What makes you think you have to do it?" Larcher asked.

   Linda Lee proceeded to tell him of how she was being blackmailed for no
reason that she could discern, how she was being humiliated and not asked
for money, and that she had no idea how to end it.  Larcher listened with a
mixture of empathy and larceny, admiring her pretty face with her curly
short hair.  "What can I do?" She finally said.

   "It seems to me that you have no choice, at least not right now.  You
have nothing to bargain with.  The best thing to do is to get up there and
do your best to win.  Then tomorrow is another day.  Since they put you up
to this, some of them will be here tonight to monitor how it plays out. 
I'll watch for them and see if I can see an angle, because you are a friend
of Brenda's." He advised, as she went back into tears, her hopes for a way
out evaporating.  "Cheer up Blue Eyes, I'm going to make a call and get you
a coach.  You watch the dancers for ideas and I'll be back in a bit." He
said patting her upper arm as he left her alone at the table.

   She watched two complete routines.  They each went from a sexy outfit to
nothing but heels over the course of several songs.  She was aghast at the
postures, gestures, and erotic movements the dancers exhibited and was
amazed at the reaction they got from the men in the audience.  She strained
her brain to imagine getting up there and enjoying the ordeal, since there
was apparently no way out.  Her concentration was interrupted when she
heard, "Oh Blue Eyes, this is Gina.  She is here to help you."

   "Hi, I'm Gina.  Walter brought me here to give you an advantage in a
contest they're having in this place tonight, is that right?"

   "Ah, that's great, thank you." Linda Lee responded a little off balance.


   "I don't work at this place, so we've got to talk here out front.  Now
you've never done this before, right?" Linda Lee nodded.  "Well, if there
was one secret I could impart that would give you a fighting chance, it is
that you have to communicate to the audience you are enjoying it up there.
Shy is okay, turned on is better, like you have just discovered your
calling for the first time is probably the best, but above all else, you
have to make them think you are enjoying being up there.  If you show them
you enjoy positive reactions from them, they will give you more.  Once you
experience how it works, you will find yourself feeding on their responses
for your energy.  Now why don't you stand up and let's see what we have to
work with."

   Linda Lee stood up at the side of the table and looked to see if anyone
was looking.  All of the customers, including Larcher were spurring on the
dancer on stage and not paying attention to her.

   "You are very pretty.  You have a `prettiest girl in the neighborhood'
appeal.  That should work.  Can you pull back the coat?" Linda Lee pulled
it back letting it hang from her arms along the small of her back.  "You
obviously workout, you`re very fit.  Let me see what we ha . . ." She said
pulling down the shoulder straps down Linda Lee's arms, but stopped when
she backed out of reach.  "Do you want me to help or not?  I've got to
check out the instrument you are going to be playing.  Honey, you're gonna
be doing it all by yourself in here, up there, and all of these guys will
be having their eyes on you.  You're gonna to have to get used to doing it
sometime." And, with that, Linda Lee eased up on her opposition, moved back
into range, and allowed Gina to ease the straps off of her shoulder. 
"They're nice.  They're not big, but they have a nice shape, they're firm,"
she said fondling them with her hands, "and you'd have to call them perky.
Okay then, were working with perky girl-next-door, athletic type.  We can
work with that.  Let's see these hips." She said, starting to pull the hem
of the dress upward.

   "Do we have to do this here?  Isn't there someplace else we could go?"
Linda Lee asked.

   "I don't know about you, Honey, but I made sacrifices to be here and to
help you and Walter out.  I don't have a lot of time, so do you mind?" She
said, continuing the dress' journey.  "What the . . .?"

   "Hurry.  Please don't let people see."

   "You act so shy, but you got a set of balls on you, Sister, to tattoo
yourself like that."

   "I didn't do it.  It was done to me against my will."

   "I see, well they did you good.  Actually, they did a pretty good job
with it, I mean the realism of it and all.  Hmm, good strong feminine legs,
nice ass, well proportioned calves, turn . . .  okay then." She said moving
the dress back in place.  "Well, that's definitely a feature to consider.
We'd want to hide it until the end of your routine as much as possible. 
What are you planning to wear?"

   Linda Lee looked down embarrassed.  "This I guess."

   "Honey, you've got to do layers.  The dress comes off and you've shot
your wad."

   "I've been ordered to always wear these heels and to never wear a bra or
panties."

   "Ordered?"

   "Well, it's a long story I guess, but I am only doing this tonight
because I am being forced to do it.  I have to follow directions, or my
life in this town is history." Linda Lee disclosed.

   "After you dance with that stocking/garter/g-string thing happening,
you'll MAke history in this town.  Now, now, don't cry, we are going to use
it to your advantage.  I've got an idea.  These guys go nuts for
tee-shirts. I'll rig one for you to wear under the dress.  It won't be a
bra, so you'll be technically in line, but it will give you something to
tease with.  I've got some in my bag.  Here this number, we'll cut it up a
little bit like so . . ."

   "I can't return your shirt to you like that.  It's ruined now that you
are cutting it up."

   "I'm sacrificing it for my team.  Let's just say that if you win
anything tonight, you'll give me fifty bucks back for it.  Fair enough?"
Linda Lee nodded, as she watched with admiration as Gina confidently
snipped and tied the tee shirt into a pseudo-halter, with the words "more
than a mouthful" across the chest.  She tried it on and felt sexy wearing
it.  She quickly covered it up with her dress to keep it a surprise for
later.  The two discussed a routine tailored for her, and Gina left her
with Larcher.

   When the dancers changed, Larcher came back, "So did you get everything
worked out?"

   "I think she helped a lot."

   "Good.  Do you want to get something to eat to settle those nerves?"

   "I'll try, but I don't think I'll be able to."

   They left for fast food and conversation, Larcher wanting to know every
detail about her and her life.

   They returned half an hour before the amateurs were to go on stage.  The
club was packed.  Linda Lee followed Larcher through the crowd in a daze of
electrified nerves.  She looked at bodies, rather than faces, as they
snaked through, to avoid eye contact with anyone.  Larcher started getting
ahead of her a bit, creating a gap.  Just then a pair of breasts,
confronting her in her path halted her forward progress.  She looked up to
find one of Vanessa's henchwomen staring threateningly at her.  She stood
waiting for the girl's next move, which was to smile devilishly at her and
turn sideways to let her past.  She picked up her pace to catch up with
Larcher, her head down and heart racing.

   She tapped Larcher on the shoulder.  "They're here."

   "Where?"

   "Over there somewhere, I think.  I saw one."

   "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them for you." He said.  "Have you
signed your name on the list yet?"

   "No, what list?"

   "The list of contestants.  Go over there." He said, pointing to a small
crowd of girls talking to a lady with a clipboard.

   "Is this where I sign up?" Linda Lee asked shaking like a leaf.

   "Sure is, your name please. . . ."

   . . .  "What exactly do we all do?" Linda Lee asked.

   "I guess that really proves you are an amateur.  Well, you'll all come
out one at a time as your name is called to dance together to the music for
a song, then you will wait your turn off stage to come out solo for five
minutes to do your individual thing.  Our judges will assess the crowd
reaction to all of you and cut the field in half for a group dance
elimination.  If you are signaled, you must leave the stage.  We'll have
three finalists do a dance-off to the finish, and the winner will get
$250.00, second $100.00, third $50.00, and everyone gets a Kit Kat Club tee
shirt.  Now would you sign here please?" She instructed.

   Brenda returned to Larcher's side.  "I'm not going to be able to do
this. I'm gonna faint before I get up there.  I don't know what I'm gonna
do." Linda Lee said panicked.

   "Here, you could try one of these." Larcher said palming a small plastic
bag of pills halfway out of his pocket for her to see.

   "Drugs?  Oh my god no." Linda Lee said shocked.

   "Suit yourself.  No booze, and no help from lab science, you really are
a brave broad.  If it was me . . ."

   "What is it?  What will it do?" She asked now curious.

   "One of these babies, and you will be elevated past nervous so you can
deal with the task at hand."

   "Are they dangerous?"

   "I suggest washing them down with something other than booze, otherwise,
they come highly recommended.  Here, I'll give you one.  You can take it if
and when you want to, but remember, it will take a good twenty minutes to
start taking affect." He advised.

   "I wish Gina were here to give me some more pointers."

   "Did she tell you to act like you are enjoying it?" Brenda nodded.  "How
about having eye contact?"

   "I guess there wasn't enough time."

   "Try to connect with each person in the room at least once, so they
think you're dancing just for them.  You've got a time limit, so keep that
part moving."

   "Yeah, five minutes."

   "There are a lot of people here tonight, spread it around."

   "Is there anything else?" Linda Lee asked hopefully.

   "That's about it.  I'll try to coach you without being obvious.  When
people are shouting things to you, just listen to me and my voice.  I'll
tell you what I think you should be doing.  I think you need to go with
them now." He directed, noticing several excited girls starting to make
their way backstage.

   Linda Lee closed her eyes for a moment while she took in a couple of
deep breaths.  When she opened them, she spied a glass three quarters full
of beer.  "Okay if I have a couple of gulps?" She asked the glass' owner.

   "Knock yourself out." He said, holding his hand out in a welcoming
gesture.

   Linda Lee popped the pill in her mouth, took a couple of swallows,
straightened her posture, and made her way back to the curtained exit to
the back of the stage.  There she waited impatiently with her competition
made up of giggly eighteen to early twenty-somethings, self-assured
experienced amateurs and one other nervous ninny there on a dare.  She
gravitated toward the nervous one and asked about her participation.  The
cute twenty year old related that her boyfriend was not willing to make a
commitment to marry her unless she could prove to him, through successive
prescribed trials, that she was sexually daring.  He didn't want to take
the chance of marrying someone who would be bored or boring sexually after
they were hitched.  She was to enter this contest tonight, and make love to
one or more partners of her boyfriend's choosing on another occasion for
starters before he would even consider a proposal.  Linda Lee felt
compelled to counsel her, but had neither the energy nor the will to
interfere, given her own problems looming so large.

   The contestants were in their sexiest street clothes.  Some were in
short-shorts and sexy tops and others in revealing dresses like Linda
Lee's. She sat with her painted legs covered by her draped coat to avoid
drawing attention to the oddity of her painted on nylons.  She found
herself forgetting to breathe and would take in deep breaths to make up for
it.  The tension mounted as the announcer started talking to the audience
over the PA system.  Each of the contestants was standing.  Some padded in
place, while others tried to loosen up or stretch.  Linda Lee tried to get
the haunting reality that the high school's trusted coach and sometimes
mentor was about to do a strip routine in front of a large room full of
strangers, at least she hoped they were strangers.

   The cheers of the crowd for the girls that went before her, caused her
to feel faint.  She was the very last one called, probably because she
signed up last.  She walked out onto the stage, trying to pace her
movements to the music to help maintain her poise.  She couldn't see anyone
in particular at first, as the whole experience was a sensory overload for
her.  Although she was clothed, she knew the crowd could see the dark
outline of the painted on g-string.  To them, it looked like a sundress
over a bikini swimsuit, but to her, she knew they were looking right at her
body and she fought the temptation to put her hands where she didn't want
them looking.  When the line was complete by her falling in at the end, she
started to see around the room.  Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling
excited men, until she finally scanned to the back and saw six girls and
their male slaves wearing collars.  They just looked like gothic punks, but
she knew who they were.  As the line got down to her to leave the stage,
she saw Larcher move over and talk to the Phaedrian group.

   Backstage she sat with the girl there on a dare.  One by one, the girls
went out by themselves wearing their clothes, and one by one they came back
holding them by their semi-nude to totally nude bodies.  Linda Lee was
feeling more and more nauseous at the prospect of going out there herself.
When her newfound acquaintance came back, she was totally nude.  She was
beaming.  She sat excitedly down next to Linda Lee.  "I did it!  I did it!
It was great.  Now he'll want to marry me, I'm sure."

   Linda Lee rolled her eyes and felt more nauseous than before.  "Are you
okay?  You're up yourself pretty soon."

   "I don't think I can . . ."

   "Here somebody help me, we have to keep her walking around, I think she
drank too much." The girl said soliciting help.  Linda Lee was walked
around the waiting area mumbling until it was time for her to go out.  The
girls helped her walk her to the entrance to the stage and shoved her in
the general direction of the audience.  Linda Lee, startled by the lighting
and audience's reaction to her, turned to go backstage again but the M.C.
rushed over to her side and escorted her to the front of the stage.  There
the crowd started cheering and calling for her to dance.  The music started
to pick her up and she started to move to it dazed.  Then her movements
became more pronounced and refined as the cheering picked up.  The crowd
was collectively realizing that they were in some measure orchestrating her
responses.

   She danced as best as she could with the high heels on, as if she were
at a party of close friends encouraging her on.  Her athleticism started to
show and the crowd was starting to become impressed despite her slow start.
At the end of the song, she stopped, took in some deep breaths and ran her
fingers back through her hair in an uninhibited motion, like she was alone
in her own bathroom, to collect her energies for the next song.

   When the next song started, she closed her eyes and started to sway her
body to it, picking up the beat and tempo.  Members of the crowd started
cheering, "down with the dress" and "show us your tits".  With inhibitions
impaired now, she teased the shoulder straps down remembering to look
momentarily at each person in the front couple of rows of the standing room
only crowd, trying to get them to continue shouting comments at her.  She
slowly and sensuously rolled the top of the dress down to waist, "That's
it," she heard Larcher's voice say, as she danced with her hands in the air
to accent the movement of her hips forward, back and around.

   The undersides of her breasts were visible, but the unexpected tee shirt
covering them was driving the crowd to distraction.  She came to the edge
of the stage, squatted down and signaled for a patron to surrender his
beer. Two full beers were eagerly presented to her thinking she might need
some loosening up.  Instead, she poured the two glasses across her chest to
show her tits through the now wet tee shirt.  She danced that way with the
crowd going nuts imploring her to take the top off.  But the M.C.  called
"time" before she could go any further.

   She stayed on stage while five others were called back.  During the
ensuing dance, she hung back and let the more aggressive dancers take
center stage.  Heads craned, however, to see what she was up to in her
elusiveness behind the others.  She danced like she was practicing in front
of a mirror at home what it would be like to dance in a place like this,
not paying attention to the crowd as Larcher advised.  This created a great
deal of curiosity around her.  Some of the jealous dancers, who tried to
block her view from the judges, were signaled to leave the stage.  During
the dance, she rubbed and squeezed her breasts through and under the tee
shirt, relatively oblivious to all but the music.

   When the music stopped, she opened her eyes and grew embarrassed that
she was on stage in front of a roomful of curious onlookers.  "She heard
the announcer saying, "This is it ladies.  This is where we find out who is
the amateur winner tonight.  Take it away." And with that the music came up
again.  She started dancing with a scared/worried look on her face.  The
other girls were dancing topless in thongs and she in a rolled down dress
like a skirt and a wet tee shirt top.

   "Skin to win." Was the chant coming up from the crowd.  The two other
girls sensuously removed their thongs.

   Larcher's voice said, "Lose the top, Blue Eyes."

   Linda Lee sucked in her will and removed the tee shirt slowly over her
head.  The crowd cheered loudly, then went back into a chant of "Skin to
win.  Skin to win. . . ." The other two contestants were a little
distracted, because they had nothing left to remove.  Then Larcher's voice
struck her core, "Lose the dress, Blue Eyes, now."

   Linda Lee took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to wriggle the
dress down her hips, but rolled up as it was, it wouldn't go down.  "Lose
the dress, hurry." Larcher's voice said.  She quickly rolled the dress up
and pulled it over her head.  The crowd cheered, then came to a silence
like train cars nestling to a stop at a station as they surveyed the
painted on lingerie.  "Skin to win." Larcher chanted, and eventually they
were all chanting "Skin to win."

   Linda Lee looked for him, confused at the direction.  Then she heard him
say, "You're gonna to have to prove to them that you aren't wearing a gee,
Blue Eyes." She didn't know what to do, so she walked up to the edge of the
stage to give everyone a better look.  They continued the chant amused that
she was taking up the challenge.  Now she held her cuntlips apart to show
them her pink nether skin.  They cheered and then proceeded to challenge
her one last time to see what she'd do.  "Skin to win." The chant
continued.

   She looked for Larcher again.  Then she heard, "Show them that it works.
Touch it, rub it." All at once she flashed back to the day before when her
cunt burned and itched for relief.  Her mind was helping her follow
Larcher's instructions and she started to touch herself between her legs.
The other two dancers thought about keeping pace with her and put their
hands on their cunts too, but decided in short order to just lay back and
enjoy the show themselves.

   Linda Lee was now compelled to resolve a conflict created between her
legs, closed her eyes, and squatted down onto her hand working her snatch,
while caressing her breasts with her other.  The music was extended and the
other contestants had milled back out front to see what the different
commotion was all about, as instructions being shouted out from everyone
were melding together in a dull roar of crowd sound.  Linda Lee rode her
hand to a quivering, resounding climax, having her ending up on the stage
totally exhausted on her knees.  The M.C.  came over and raised her hand in
victory after announcing and presenting second and third place.

   Her co-finalists, in a show of sportsmanship, helped her up and walked
her backstage.  "Remind me never to enter a contest like this with you in
it again." One of them said to her as Linda Lee sat dazed, not bothering
with the close-up curious stares at her painted lower half by all back
there dressing.

   When all of the others were back out front, her impromptu friend came
back to find her.  "Hey you need to get dressed.  It's over, you won.  Good
luck with things." She said.

   "Oh, you too.  Thanks." Linda Lee said, thankful that the girl cared
enough to check on her.  She got dressed, feeling a bit motion sick and
reentered the bar.  Larcher was waiting for her, handed her an envelop and
a tee shirt, and said, "Looks like you're ready to get outta here.  I'll
walk you to your car.  Once she was in her car, he entered it from the
other side presumably to debrief, and she asked about the Phaedrians.

   "They are officially off your case now."

   "Really?" She said perking up.

   "Ye-up.  I traded them for your contract.  You don't have to worry about
them anymore.  You can pay off your debt with me now and never have to see
them again.  Here take it out." He said, referring to his joint.

   "But I have a boyfriend."

   "What does that have to do with paying your debts.  Do you really think
he would appreciate knowing what you did tonight, that by the account of
everyone there and this tape, you enjoyed yourself up on that stage.

   "Oh gawd, you wouldn't."

   "We all have our needs.  I look out for you, and you look out for me. 
That's how we all get along in life.  Frankly, you got me pretty hot with
your performance in there, you owe me, and now's the time to pay up, or you
will not like the interest and fees that get attached for late payment."

   "You can't be serious.  I thought you were a nice man, a friend of
Brenda's"

   "I'm all that, plus I'm hornier than ever.  If you're not going to take
care of your end of the bargain, I'll just have to show you my other side."

   The way he said it made Linda Lee decide not to argue any longer.  She
leaned over and opened his fly with her left hand, fished in his pants, and
wormed out his semi-stiff uncut gristle rod.

   "That's more like it.  Now, play with it." He directed.

   She had never seen an uncut penis before so she didn't touch it with any
kind of confidence.  "You can do better than that.  You said you have a
boyfriend." He insisted.

   "I'm not left handed though."

   "That's it.  Just put your mouth on it then." He said impatiently.

   "What?"

   "Surely you blow your boyfriend now and again."

   "I've never put his thing in my mouth, that's disgusting."

   "Boy, have you got a lot to learn.  He's gonna love you even more after
tonight.  Now put it in your mouth and suck on it." He ordered.

   She slowly got close to it, smelling his acrid maleness, and opened her
mouth with disgust.  Larcher grabbed the top of her head with his fingers
interlaced through her hair, and pushed her head down onto it.  She
sputtered from gagging, but he instructed her on the motion by pushing and
pulling her head up and down on his shaft.  "Suction, more suction." He
coached.  She tried to shake his hand off of her head like a spirited
filly, but he tightened his grip on her hair to calm her down.  Then he
pulled her head off of him and tilted it back by her hair so she had to
look at him down the line of her nose.  "I'll give you three choices, I
finish in your mouth, up your butt, or in your pussy.  What will it be?"

   For Linda Lee, this was no choice at all.  They were all equally
revolting.  "Hunh?  What will it be?" he asked jerking her head back a
little more for emphasis of his resolve.

   "Mouth." She said, just wanting out of there as fast as she could go.

   "That's more like it." He said easing her head back down onto his.

   She sucked more diligently, and placed her left hand where his balls
would be and pulsed some squeezes to them, as he seemed to respond
favorably to the stimulation.  She monitored his responses as best she
could to help him along more efficiently and to be ready for his eruption.
Then it came.  She started to feel the first batch of warm semen hit the
roof of her mouth in back and tried to raise her head off of his pole.  He
held her head down and pushed his dick in harder, so it lodged in the back
of her throat cutting off her breathing.  When he was through depositing
his release in her mouth, she had to swallow before she could gasp in her
needed breath for fear of drowning in his cum.

   "There, now was that as good for you as it was for me?" He said
teasingly.  Linda Lee sat facing forward, her hands on the top of the
steering wheel, steaming and not saying a word.  "Well, I best be going
now. I'm outta here as soon as I hear a `thank you' from those pretty
lips."

   As a pressure cooker signaling the cook, she breathed out a reluctant,
"Thank you," and Larcher was on his way, acting humored at her humiliation.
"I can't wait for the next debt installment." He said shutting the door.

   Linda Lee closed her eyes in bewilderment and dread from his final
remark, dropped her head to her hands on the steering wheel and wept
shaking her head for a while before returning home.

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