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 Country Road II: The Breaking of Sally Copyright 2003 by The Wraith



   This is a direct continuation of Country Road, and you may want to read
part 1 again.

  
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   Sally Turner spent the next two weeks a nervous wreck because of what
happened on that lonely country road.  She kept waiting for something bad
to happen, and she was sure when it arrived it would destroy her family. 
She stayed mostly at home, and would only go out to meet with people who
seemed ready to buy or sell a house.  Sally could not believe she allowed
herself to be publicly stripped and photographed.  The worst part about the
incident was that her son's best friend had seen, hell... he had his nose
in her pussy fur!  Sally could vividly recall all of the humiliation of
being stripped by the side of the road.  Sally was slowly beginning to
believe her life would never get back to normal, and she prayed nightly
Bobby would never show those cruel pictures to her son, but she was too
afraid to confront him.

   Jeff, Sally's husband, was on his way back to his office after lunch one
day when the mayor's wife, Martha Prescott, stopped him on the street. 
"Hey, Mr.  Turner!  How are you?  I heard a rumor that you're off to the
Far East next week.  Business must be booming."

   Jeff made small talk to Martha, and he explained he would have to spend
the next several months in China designing, and building a new computer
system.  Jeff said he was excited about the trip, but worried about Sally.
Jeff explained how his son was also going off to a collage camp for the
summer, and Sally would be alone for 3 months.  Martha asked Jeff to have
Sally call her to arrange a meeting to discuss a county house that just
came on the market, and Mrs.  Prescott left before he could reply.

   The more Jeff thought about his conversation with Martha, he was even
more concerned about leaving Sally alone for the summer.  Jeff thought
there was something wrong with Martha when he explained Sally was going to
be alone for the summer, but Jeff shrugged it off, and forgot about it.

   Sally in the meantime was dismayed to hear that Jeff's business trip was
moved up, and he would have to leave today.  She was shocked when Jeff got
out of the car at the airport, and said, "I'm sorry honey, but I forgot to
tell you that the mayor's wife wanted to see you about a house in the
country." While Sally drove back from the airport alone she remembered the
mayor and his wife drove by when she was being strip searched.  "What could
she want!?" Sally thought.

   Sally rolled out of her king-sized bed after a long restless night of
tossing and turning.  She crossed the bedroom, and removed her
sweat-stained Charmeuse Sleepshirt.  She turned on the shower, and let the
refreshing hot water cascade across her toned naked body.  Sally wished the
hot water would wash away some of her nervousness about her upcoming
appointment with Martha.  Sally's thoughts kept returning to that dreadful
day where she was forced to strip by the side of the road, and Sally still
had a hard time believing her son's best friend made her pose lewdly for
his obscene pictures.  Sally felt tears in her eyes when she remembered the
humiliation of having to spread her legs, lean forward, and smile at Bobby
as he took intimate upskirt photos, but now Sally also had the most vivid
disturbing dreams of Bobby ordering her to undress, and Sally would meekly
comply with his every order no matter how disgusting.  Sally would awake in
fear, and revulsion by what she had done in her nightly dreams, but after
she awoke she felt deep shame because she was very sexually aroused by
these dreams.

   Sally still felt the burning humiliation of standing practically naked
by the side of the road as the Mayor and his wife slowly drove by, and
smiled.  Sally was becoming more apprehensive as the time neared and she
would have to leave the safety of her house, and drive to her office to
meet with Martha, and then the worst part was Sally would have to drive
down the same road she was stopped by the police to show Martha a large
house out in the country.  Sally tried to forget that day, and swore she
would never go down that road again, but Martha insisted.

   Every time Sally thought about that horrible day she started to tremble,
and shake in fear, and Sally was sure she would never feel safe again.  She
knew she would have to face Bobby very soon, and the first few times when
he came to visit her son she would go shopping or run to her den, and lock
the door, and pretend to work.  Sally was worried about Bobby's growing
brazenness.  She knew he was going through her lingerie drawers every time
he came over to visit her son, and he wasn't even trying to hide it
anymore. Sally came home early a couple days ago, and saw her son playing
on the computer, and when Sally went to her bedroom she saw Bobby rubbing
his crotch with a pair of her white panties while he rooted through her
dirty underwear.  Sally watched in horror as he found a couple pairs of her
panties to his liking, and held them to his nose, but what bothered Sally
the most was his hand rubbing his crotch sped up.  Sally stood fascinated,
and watched.  Sally knew Bobby saw her standing there, but she continued to
watch Bobby anyway.  He was now slowly rubbing his crotch with her white
panties.  Sally felt something she had not felt in a long time when Bobby
stood up, and looked her right in the eyes.  Sally was shocked Bobby
continued and slowly rubbed her panties over his crotch, and with her used
lingerie up to his nose Bobby loudly sniffed them.  Sally watched unable to
move or say anything, as he just seemed to breath through her panties. 
Sally watched quietly when Bobby just slowly turned, dropped her white pair
of panties on the floor, and then just walked out of her bedroom still
breathing through her dirty lingerie.  He left without saying a word. 
Sally was revolted, and could only stand there in shock, and pray Bobby
would never tell her family what transpired on the lone stretch of highway.
The loss of a couple pairs of panties was worth the price to keep his
silence.

   Sally felt her nipples responding, and she felt so ashamed when she
remembered after right after Bobby left her bedroom she picked up her white
panties to throw into the laundry basket.  Sally stood under the hot water,
and cupped and caressed both her breasts.  She kneaded her tits and she
felt a growing hunger start in her vagina when she recalled how aroused she
became when she picked up her panties, and realized she had just watched
Bobby beat-off into them.  Sally felt guilty, but aroused by the way Bobby
was showing his affection.  She dearly missed her husband's loving
affections.  Her husband now seemed more concerned with work than his wife,
and Sally slipped two fingers into her wet vagina, and slowly made love to
her fingers and climaxed while picturing Bobby standing there beating-off
while sniffing her dirty panties.  Sally tried numerous times, but could
not help herself, and was now leaving Bobby panties that were literally
soaked with her juices, and worried that soon he might want more than her
dirty panties, and Sally did not know what she would do when he asked her
to do something sexual.  By the time Sally worked herself up to a second
climax the water was turning cold, and sally could not continue
procrastinate any longer, or she would be late.

   Sally would not dare leave the mayor's wife waiting.  While Sally dried
her hair, she knew any slight would cost her tens of thousands of dollars
in future sales, but her real fear was the Mayor's wife might get mad, and
tell people about her run in with the police.  Sally left the bathroom, and
opened her lingerie drawer.  She blushed knowing Bobby rooted through this
drawer yesterday, and placed a pair of white string bikini panties flat on
top of her folded lingerie.  She knew Bobby wanted her to wear this pair
today, and Sally could not look at her reflection in the mirror as she
pulled on the panties and the matching bra.

   Sally pulled on a pair of suntan sheer to the waist Lycra pantyhose over
her panties, and was concerned her undies might show through her dress, so
she put on a white camisole top trimmed in lace with a matching white
half-slip.  She dressed in a tapered ivory color jacket and matching ivory
dress, and carefully touched up her make-up.  Sally always dressed like a
strong confident professional.  Just as Sally was leaving she looked in the
mirror and had to admit she looked great in this outfit, but she blushed at
the way her skirt was an inch too short, and an inch of her white slip was
clearly showing.  Sally pulled up her dress, and readjusted the slip up
another couple inches.  She smoothed down her dress, and left for the
office, but Sally was worried her slip's lacy bottom would show again, but
this time she would be out in public with snow showing down south again. 
Sally remembered her mother always telling her, "Always remember, They will
not see you're an educated woman, nor will they take you seriously in the
boardroom if you cannot keep your unmentionables from hanging out for the
word to see.

   Sally drove to her office, and shivered as she thought, "In another
half-hour I'm going to be passing the exact spot where the most humiliating
episode in my life occurred."

   Martha Prescott was one of the most beautiful women in the city, and she
knew the women of her town envied her long flowing light brown hair, and
her spectacular body.  Martha also knew the women of her town hated her
because of the way she moved her 34C-22-33 body in a way that drove men
crazy, and even some of the women.  Martha always moved with a subtle
seductive sway from her earlier career as a dancer.

   Martha became addicted to power at an early age, and only dated men who
could wield power like a club.  There was something so erotic to Martha,
about having absolute power over another person.  She loved the way they
had to treat you like a queen, and she could treat them no better than a
dog.

   Martha perfected her use of power over the years, and knew just how much
to push, and the most important thing was to know when to retreat a little,
and give the victim the feeling of an avenue of escape, but it was
impossible to escape once Martha wanted something.  And Martha wanted Sally
Turner.  The thoughts of the shy woman stripped naked on the side of the
road were driving Martha insane.  At first she wanted to rush out and grab
Sally, and push her to her knees, and have this woman lick her pussy till
her tongue turned numb and fell out.  This is where Martha shined in the
trapping of unsuspecting respectable women, and turning them from their
happy lives as housewives, corporate professionals, lawyers and doctors
into a just a toy for her and her husband's perverted pleasures.

   Frank Prescott, Martha's husband, cautioned Martha to go slower, and
make the women suffer slowly over a longer period of time.  Martha took his
advice, and she perfected the way she tormented her visitors.

   Martha looked over at Mrs.  Conway, and saw Rene was now totally naked,
bouncing vigorously up and down on the lap of one of Martha's guests having
sex in the middle of the living room floor.  Martha thrived on the idea
that Rene told her husband she was going to workout every morning with the
mayor's wife, and Rene's husband was so happy that his wife was climbing
the social ladder.  Martha wondered if he would be so happy if he knew Rene
worked out by fucking the entire staff, selected guests, and even some of
his friends at Martha's house, and like today Rene had to bring her maid
along.

   Martha watched Rene's performance, and laughed at how much Rene has
changed since her first visit.  Rene was now on her hands and knees getting
fucked in the ass doggy-style by her husband's boss, and had her face
buried between her maid's legs.  Rosario was yelling at her boss, Rene,
"Lick my cunt you bitch!  Who's the boss now, Slut?" and by the moans and
grunts coming from Rene, she sounded like she was enjoying herself
immensely.  Martha had to meet Sally Turner and seal the woman's fate. 
Martha didn't want to be late, and called an early end to the morning's
festivities.  She heard the complaints from the remaining gardeners as they
went back to work, and told Mrs.  Conway, "Rene, don't forget to come back
tomorrow for your morning workout." Martha was getting tired of Rene, and
it was time to add some new blood into the mix, and Sally was a prime
candidate, and she had the added bonus that her family went away for the
summer.  Martha watched Rene gingerly get dressed back into her business
suit, and Martha started to laugh at Rene's attempt to get dressed without
getting any cum on her expensive business suit.  Marta sent Rene straight
to work, and drove to her appointment with Sally.

   Martha was creaming her black French cut silk panties as she talked with
Sally.  There was something so innocent and erotic about Sally it almost
made her climax as she shook Sally's hand.  Martha followed Sally to her
car, and she could not stop admiring the ass on Sally.  Martha couldn't
wait until she got Sally to the house, and had this beautiful woman
stripped naked.  Just as they reached Sally's car Martha could not stop
herself, and reached out, and caressed Sally's ass.  The buttocks were
firm, and toned.  Martha could feel the silky underwear under the skirt,
and thought, "This is going to be fun." Martha leisurely walked to the
passenger's side, and as soon as Martha sat down her left hand was quickly
between her legs rubbing her pussy, and getting in a quick feel before
Sally saw.  Martha saw the hesitation in Sally, and wondered how far she
could push things.

   Sally paused at the back bumper of her car, and had to think about what
just happened.  Sally thought, "The touch on my butt had to be a mistake.
Martha must have just bumped me.  She wouldn't have intentionally grabbed
my butt.  Nah, it is all a mistake." Sally pondered why it felt like
exactly like Martha caressed her butt as she finally walked to her driver's
door.  Sally was nervous as she entered her car.  It seemed Mrs.  Prescott
was looking at her like a man with lust in his eyes would, but Sally
shrugged it off as nerves.  Sally sat in the driver's seat, and started the
car, but before she could put the car in gear Mrs.  Prescott grabbed her
thigh, pushed up her skirt, and pulled the lace hem on her white slip. 
Sally jumped at the unexpected touch, and almost screamed.

   Martha watched Sally sit down, and noticed her white slip was showing.
Martha leaned over and pushed the skirt out of the way, and pulled hard on
the slip.  She said, "I like this lace, did you buy this in Paris?" Martha
knew full well this was not from Paris, but wanted to say something nice.
Martha let her knuckles linger on Sally's thighs, and liked the feelings of
the hose covered leg as she caressed the silky slip.  Martha pulled the
slip up Sally's leg to show a little more thigh.  Martha was waiting for
the complaint, but bet Sally wouldn't complain because of the upcoming
sale, and her nervousness about the police reports.  Martha placed her palm
flat on Sally's upper thigh, and squeezed the leg lightly, and slid her
hand slowly down the hose covered leg to the knee.  "Mrs.  Turner you have
great legs, I wish I had legs as good as yours," Martha pulled up her short
skirt till it was almost panty level, and waited till Sally blushed, and
turned away from the panty show.  Martha lightly laughed, and pulled her
skirt down.

   Sally was mortified at the caress from this woman, but the commission
was huge, and she put up with a lot of flirting from clients.  This was a
first for Sally that a woman was coming onto her this strong.  Sally had no
clue how to deal with this touching, and the flipping up of her skirt, and
the tugging on her slip.  Sally knew this tug would cause the lace bottom
to show now, and she would not be able to fix it until the bathroom in the
house.  Sally almost screamed as the hand was once again openly caressing
her thigh.  The touch was light but firm.  Sally felt she was being sized
up for something, but she remained silent as Martha's hand slowly worked
its way down to her knee.  "Thank god" sally thought as the hand was
removed, but as she started to adjust her skirt.

   Martha said, "Please leave it.C You have such sexy legs, and you look so
pretty with the lacy slip showing.  Please?" Martha waited a couple
seconds, and when she saw Sally start to fix her skirt she said, "Does your
husband know the police stopped you Sally, and did he see all those lovely
photos that boy took?  Do you think your son would have some problems at
school if your pictures were posted to the collage bulletin board, or
e-mailed throughout the campus?"

   Sally was in a quandary.  Which way to turn?  She wanted to cover her
thighs, but that damn woman!  Could she drive all the way there with her
white slip hanging out, and her skirt pushed high up her thighs.  She felt
like a total slut!  She took a deep breath, and put the car in gear, and
backed out.

   "Could you pull your skirt up a little higher?"

   Sally closed her eyes, and almost cried as she realized her nightmares
were about to come true, and there was nothing she could do about it. 
Sally pulled her skirt and slip up past mid thigh.

   "A little higher."

   Sally took a deep breath, and pulled her skirt up a couple more inches.
Sally never felt so exposed, and then she thought about the police stop. 
Sally tried to ignore Martha's hand as it once again caressed her knee. 
Sally shivered as Martha with the lightest touch drug her long red
fingernails up her leg, and pushed her skirt all the way to her waist.

   "You don't mind me looking at your beautiful legs as we drive to the
country?" Martha said, and continued to caress Sally's legs.  Martha
started at Sally's knee and moved her hand ever so slowly up the inside of
Sally's leg.  Martha then caressed Sally's inner thigh, and let her thumb
rub just below Sally's panties.  Martha slowly continued her caress down
the outside of Sally's leg back to the knee, and started the slow circle
over again.

   "It's OK were both girls." Sally said.  The words belied her true
feelings.  She wanted to scream as Martha continued to lightly caress her
thigh, and it was distracting her.  Sally thought she would go insane as
she remembered her last drive up this same road, and the results were not
very good.  Sally was very quiet as she drove out into the country.  She
looked down at her lap, and with her skirt now at waist level she could
clearly see her panties under her pantyhose, and she watched Martha's hand
move ever so slowly on her leg.  Sally was thankful Martha never went
higher than her upper thigh.  She knew the touching could get a lot more
intimate.  Sally got a nervous feeling in her stomach when she started to
get closer to the spot where the police stopped her.  Sally felt dread when
Martha spoke, and Sally felt trapped.

   "Pull over.  I want you to look at me while we discuss some things."
Martha said.

   Sally pulled over in the same exact spot she was pulled over by the
police.  Sally put her car in park, and turned sideways to look at Martha.
Sally desperately wanted to fix her skirt as she saw Martha casually
looking at her panties.  Sally was further humiliated when Martha touched
her.  Sally could feel Martha's long nails digging into her knees, and
Sally just sat there when Martha spread her knees.  Sally felt vulnerable
with her skirt around her waist, and her knees wide-open.  She knew Martha
could clearly see her panties, but Sally was at a loss on how to cover
herself.  Sally prayed.  Sally knew her prayers were not answered when
Martha spoke.

   "Strip!" Martha hissed.  Martha squeezed her thighs tightly together,
and she felt how wet she was.  Martha was still caressing Sally's nylon
covered leg.  Martha thought about all the fun she was going to have after
she trained Sally into one of her pets, and maybe tomorrow she would give
Sally to her husband, and let him ream her out.  Martha could already
picture Sally on her hands and knees crying as her husband fucked her
within an inch of her life, and she laughed at the prospect she did not
have to worry about bruising Sally, since she was home alone, and no one
would notice the bruising.

   What?  You can't mean that Martha."

   "Listen hear slut." Martha said cruelly.  Martha quickly slid her hand
up to Sally's crotch and gripped it harshly.  Martha dug her nails into
Sally's tender flesh, and when Sally started to scream Martha removed her
hand, and said, "You better get used to taking my orders bitch.  I will use
your pictures to crush your happy little domestic existence.  Do you want
your precious little collage boy seeing his mother naked on the side of the
road, and have it known you posed naked for his best friend?  Well do you
bitch?

   "Please Martha.  Don't do this to me..."

   What did you call me?  Martha?  I guess I just have to train you to
answer me properly.  From now on it's Mistress.  When I ask you a question
or tell you to do something you will answer, yes mistress, I hear, and
obey. Remember from this moment forward, you're nothing but a toy for my
sexual enjoyment, nothing more.  Let's begin, Slut... STRIP!"

   "I can't.  Please Martha, you can't ask me to do that.  I just can't..."
Sally was unprepared for Martha's response.

   Martha slid closer to Sally, and slapped her hard across the face, and
grabbed the lapels of Sally's jacket, and ripped the jacket open.  Martha
grabbed the lacy camisole, and after 3 hard tugs she was able to break both
spaghetti straps leaving Sally's white bra on display.

   Sally was crying, and trying to figure out why she was being treated
this way.  Sally tried to close her jacket, but she was slapped again, and
left her jacket hanging wide-open.

   Martha grabbed Sally's hair, and pulled the terrified woman closer, and
hissed in her ear, "Listen to me slut.  I will never be this nice again. 
You will follow my orders, or I will beat you into submission.  Now you
WILL strip for me, and you WILL say I hear and obey.  I don't care if I
have to torture you first.  You will do it.  I don't care what I have to
do, or how long it takes to make you do it, but I will see you naked today.
You might as well accept your fate.  From now on, you will obey every order
I give you.  The amount of pain you receive before you go home tonight is
up to you." To prove her point Martha once again slapped Sally's face. 
"Now strip!"

   Sally was crying.  She didn't want slapped again, and just wanted to go
home.  She was so scared, and started to slip off her jacket.  Sally
screamed when Martha viciously squeezed her right breast digging her long
fingernails into the tender flesh.  Sally never felt anything so painful,
and she was so grateful when Martha released her breast.

   "Didn't you forget to say something first?  That was just a sample of
what you can expect if you do not comply with everything you are ordered to
do.  So get it right.

   "M... Miss... Mistress..." Sally could not come to terms with having to
submit to another person.  She knew when she finished this sentence she was
no longer a free person.  She was in fact giving her control to Martha. 
Sally completed the sentence, "I hear... and....  O... Obey." Sally was
certain her life was over, and her only wish was Martha would never show
the pictures to her son.  Sally would do anything to protect her baby, and
she knew she was going to get naked, and do whatever Martha wanted her to
do.

   "Very good slut, you may get naked for your mistress." Martha could not
wait any longer, and slid up her skirt.  Martha slowly rubbed her slit, and
while Sally was looking, she pulled her panties to the side, and slid in
two fingers, and slowly sawed them in and out.  Martha knew very soon
Sally's tongue would replace her fingers.  Martha watched Sally with keen
interest as Sally removed her clothing.

   Sally was in a state of shock as she undressed.  Sally was appalled by
Martha's blatant masturbation, and thought she would be sick, but she
continued to remove her jacket, and then her ripped camisole joined her
jacket in the backseat.  Sally struggled to get her skirt off while sitting
behind the wheel, and then pulled her pantyhose and panties off, and soon
she was sitting naked.  Sally felt the cool air on her bare nipples, and
blushed when the chill in the air caused her nipples to get hard.

   Martha slid next to sally, and placed her right hand on Sally's
shoulder, and said, "Sally, I'm going to slide two fingers inside your
cunt, and finger fuck you while you drive to the house.  Isn't that nice of
me?" Martha waited for an answer, and said, "Bitch!  Answer me."

   "Thank you Mistress." Sally was scared she didn't answer right, and
expected some sort of punishment.  Sally didn't know what she was thanking
Martha for, and Sally thought, "I must have heard Martha wrong.  It sounded
like she said she was going to finger me?  Were both girls.  That can't be.
Martha must be trying to scare me."

   Sally trembled when she felt Martha's hand caress her naked shoulder. 
Sally felt dirty sitting there naked with Martha clothed, and Martha was
sitting so close to her.  Sally was not attracted to women, and she was
sure she would be seen, and her friends and coworkers would think she was a
lesbian relationship with Martha.  Sally trembled when Martha squeezed her
bare breast, and circled her now hard nipples.  Sally sat there in utter
defeat while Martha played with her breasts.  Sally felt Martha's fingers
move down across her belly, and then across her full bush.  Sally wanted to
scream as she felt the fingertips trying to push inside.

   "Sally, what's the matter?  You're dry as a bone.  This is no good.  I
want you to lick my fingers, so I can rub some spit on your cunt." Martha
made small circles in Sally's pubic hair, and slid her fingers along
Sally's slit, and after a few trips across the dry cunt she trailed her
fingers up Sally's body to her mouth.  "Open wide Sally." Martha said while
sliding her two fingers to rub Sally's closed lips.

   Sally felt sick, and would not open her mouth to allow Martha to put her
dirty fingers inside after they just played with her vagina, and Sally was
sure she would throw-up.  She was sick just thinking where the fingers had
been.

   "Open Your Mouth.  RIGHT NOW!" Martha screamed.

   Sally was sickened, but said, "Mistress, I hear and obey." Sally was
humiliated by what she was allowing Martha to do to her, and she started to
cry again.

   Martha slid her fingers inside Sally's mouth, and worked them in and
out, just like she was about to do to Sally's cunt.  "Make sure you get
them nice, and wet."

   Once again the fingers traveled down her body, except this time there
was a cold wet streak from her mouth to her crotch.  Sally winced when
Martha's fingernails scrapped the inside of her vagina.  Sally sat there in
shock while Martha slowly finger fucked her.  Sally felt Martha's fingers
exit her vagina, and she started to mumble, "no, no, no." over and over
again as Martha's fingers began their trip back to her mouth.

   "Yes, honey.  I need more spit to make your cunt is wet enough to drive
all the way to the house, and I want you to lick, and suck your pussy juice
off first."

   Sally gagged when Martha pushed her wet fingers deep inside her mouth.
Sally tasted pussy juice for the first time in her life, and fought her
body so it did not throw-up.  Sally felt Martha's fingers as they played
with her tongue, and rubbed the weird taste everywhere in her mouth.  Sally
just sat there naked and humiliated.  She had no other options than to sit
there submissively, and let Martha do whatever she wanted with her body.

   Martha once again buried her fingers deep in Sally's pussy, and heard
Sally grunt in pain.  Martha could not care less about Sally's pain, and
just finger-fucked Sally with her fingers, and rubbed Sally's clit with her
thumb until she got a response out of Sally's body.  Martha felt Sally's
pussy come alive, and Martha brought Sally into heat.  When Martha felt
Sally's pussy was wet enough Martha once again brought her pussy-flavored
fingers to Sally's mouth.  This time there was no resistance in Sally.

   Sally was in a state of shock.  She felt her body betraying her, and
could not believe another woman caused this much arousal in her.  When
Sally smelt the tangier aroma on Martha's fingers Sally wanted to turn her
head, but just sat there when Martha coated her upper lip with her
secretions.  Sally went to wipe the stickiness off her lip, but Martha told
her to leave it, and Sally just opened her mouth when she felt the fingers
start to enter her mouth.

   Martha got bored with this game, and ordered sally, "Drive to the house.
I need you between my legs licking my cunt." Martha was sitting next to
Sally with her left arm around her shoulders, and her index and middle
finger working slowly in and out of Sally's wet cunt, and worked her thumb
on Sally's clit, and soon had Sally moaning.

   Sally fought her body's growing reaction to Martha's touch, and cried
when Martha made her climax.  Sally wiped the tears from her eyes before
she put the car in drive, and started to go to the house.  Sally saw car
approaching in the opposite direction, and tried to duck down to hide her
nakedness, but Martha grabbed a handful of Sally's hair, and pulled it, and
screamed, "Sit up straight ungrateful cunt!" Sally wanted to die as the car
got closer, but she dared not displease Martha.  Sally blushed red, because
she knew the car could see Martha caressing her naked breasts.  Sally could
not believe her luck.  She watched in amazement as Bobby drove by, and she
could see recognition in his eyes at how she was dressed, and letting
another woman touch her.

   Bobby almost wrecked his car when he saw that Mrs.  Sally Turned sat
naked behind the wheel, and a striking brunette fondled Sally's naked tits.
Bobby turned around and followed the car from a distance, and passed the
driveway Sally turned into.  Bobby parked his car down the road, and
hurried to the house.  He could just make out Sally crawling naked to the
door, and the other woman laughing and saying, "Heel, my little bitch."
Bobby watched amazed as the two women entered the house.  Bobby ran back to
his car, and got his video camera, and his trusty digital camera.

   Martha never noticed Bobby filming at the window as Sally undressed her.
Martha stood naked, and proud in the foyer.  She slipped on her high heels,
and walked to the den.  "Why don't you show me the house.  Don't you dare
get to your feet!  Bitches like you crawl!" Martha jabbed her pointy black
pump hard into Sally's ribs, and said, "Crawl like the bitch you are."
Martha watched Sally crawl in front of her, and said, "Damn, Sally watching
your ass makes me want to spank you.  I like the view from back here.  I
can see your wet pussy, and I can tell you liked my fingers in your cunt.
We'll have to do some trimming on your cunt hair.  Sluts like you should be
bald, but that can wait.  I will punish you first, and see how good you
tongue me.  Hurry up bitch!" Martha leaned over, and slapped Sally hard on
the ass to hurry the happy housewife along, and liked the red handprint on
Sally's left ass cheek so much she slapped the right to make her even.

   Sally cried as she crawled down the hallway.  Sally thought the time on
the side of the road was humiliating, but it was nothing compared to this.
Martha thrived on belittling her.  Sally crawled around the house, and gave
Martha a tour.  Sally blushed when she was ordered to give her sales spiel.
Sally was self-conscious of her nudity, and vulnerability with Martha fully
clothed.  The pain was getting to Sally, but Martha just continued slapping
Sally's now bright red ass after they left a room.  By the end of the tour
Sally was begging Martha to stop hitting her.  Sally was confused by her
arousal from the pain.

   Bobby had a great view of Sally's ass and pussy when she crawled around
the room.  He watched through the window as the other woman ordered Sally
around.  He filmed the women, and beat-off on the side of the house.  Bobby
watched fascinated when Sally went down, and licked the brunette.  This was
like a dream come true to watch a real life girl-girl show, and not in some
porno movie.  Bobby looked through the window, and could not believe how
mean the brunette was to Sally.  She would take turns spanking and then
making Sally lick her pussy.  Bobby listened to Sally lust filled screams,
and watched in amazement as Sally crawled on top of a desk, and masturbated
after the brunette ordered her to.  Bobby almost came again when he heard
the brunette ordered Sally to lick her ass.  Bobby thought there is no way
Sally would ever do that Bobby listened to Sally's screams when a belt was
taken to her tits, and climaxed on the side of the house when Sally tongued
the brunette's ass.  Sally never hesitated again in doing whatever the
brunette asked, and Bobby got a couple ideas he wanted to try out with
Sally.

   Bobby saw the women start to get dressed and he listened to the brunette
woman tell Sally to call her husband around noon tomorrow, and make a date
for later that day.  Bobby was jealous, and vowed to keep Sally for
himself, and thought about how to accomplish that as he drove home.  Bobby
had wild disturbing dreams of spanking Sally's ass, and ordering her around
like the brunette had done.

   Sally's hand trembled as she dialed the number Martha gave her, and she
heard a soft contralto voice say "Hello."

   "Hello, this is Sally Turner.  Your wife suggested I call you." Sally's
voice was shaky but not too obvious.

   "Yes, Sally.  My wife said you would be VERY accommodating today, and we
should talk about what happened on that lonely country road.  You know the
road; it's the one where you keep getting naked.  So why don't you come
over this afternoon for tea.  Oh, and wear your tennis outfit.  I remember
watching you at the country club when you played tennis with Mrs.  Conway,
and your short skirt would flip up and show your cute ass, but you wore
those awful tennis shorts under your skirt, and I so wanted to see what
your cute ass looked like covered with just your thin panties.  It's so
nice and warm today, and we will be out in the sunroom, and you can show me
before our guests arrive.  Wear something nice underneath.  Understand,
deary?" The connection was broken before Sally could reply.  Sally's mouth
dropped open as she stared at the hand piece before she finally hung up the
phone.

   Sally was just going out the door dressed in her short tennis skirt and
top when she ran into Bobby.  Sally screamed, "This is all your fault.  You
and your damned pictures.  Do you know what I had to do yesterday?  Well do
you!?"

   "I'm so sorry Mrs.  Turner.  I came over to apologize.  I never thought
any harm would come to you, and I promise to make it better." Bobby
followed Sally to her car, and tried to convince Sally he would save her,
but in his mind he saw Sally bent over his knees getting a spanked.  Bobby
wandered what Sally's ass would feel like after giving her a spanking.

   "Talk is cheap.  I hate you for what you turned me into.  I have to
go..." Sally fought back tears as she started to her car, and drove over to
the mayor's house.  She was scared of Martha, and figured her husband could
not be any worse.  Sally put on a brave face as she pulled into the Mayor's
driveway.  Sally knocked on the front door of the mayor's house and was
escorted by a maid out to the sunroom.

   "Ah, Mrs.  Turner.  How nice of you to come to our little get-together.
You should know all the other invited guests.  I wanted to talk to you
before the other guests arrive, and tell you what is expected from you. 
Maria, Please lift up Mrs.  Turner's skirt so I can inspect her underwear."

   Sally blushed brightly when the maid stood beside her, and raised the
front of her short tennis skirt.  Sally was at a loss, so she just stood
there, and let the maid lift her skirt, and show Mr.  Prescott her panties.
Sally was grateful when Mr.  Prescott motioned to the maid, and the maid
let go of Sally's skirt.  Sally felt the maid trying to turn her around,
and meekly complied, and stood with her back to Mr.  Prescott, and Sally
could not believe the maid once again lifted her skirt up, and showed Mr.
Prescott her panty-covered ass.

   "That is all Maria.  You may resume your other duties."

   Sally watched the maid walk out of the sunroom, and Sally hesitated
before she turned around to face Mr.  Prescott.  Sally was embarrassed to
face him after he saw her panties, but settled her nerves, and turned
around.

   "You have a very nice ass Mrs.  Turner, and I approve of your choice of
panties.  Mrs.  Turner, I'm sure my guests will thank me for inviting you
to tonight's party.  Our parties are usually a formal affair, but in your
case we'll make an exception.

   Sally could not imagine being dressed like this for a party, and said,
"Uhm Mr.  Prescott, you cannot expect me to attend a formal function
wearing a tennis outfit.  I can go home, and change into something
suitable."

   "There is no need to trouble yourself about going home.  Of course we
don't expect you to attend the party dressed like that dear.  Don't worry;
you won't be wearing your sports outfit long.  You will be introduced, and
given some time to meet all the guests.  Then you will be brought up on the
coffee table here where you will undress down to your underwear, and then
go back and mingle.  Once again you will stand on the table, and take off
your cute undies and attend the rest of the party naked, and after you're
naked that is when the real party starts.

   "I will do no such thing!  I'm leaving!" Sally shouted.

   Sally started to walk out of the room, but before she got to the door
she saw Martha entering the sunroom, and was roughly pushed back inside. 
Sally got scared when Martha spoke.

   "Is there a problem here?"

   "N... N... No M... Miss... Mistress..."

   "The silly bitch is unhappy about attending the party.  I though you
trained her.  I will not be embarrassed by her lack of obedience Martha."

   "This is why we invited her early to iron out these misunderstandings.
Sally, we brought you here today to humiliate you.  You will attend the
party and when told to, you will undress.  You will mingle, and when a
guest grabs one of your tits you will act as nothing is wrong." Martha
stepped close, and gripped Sally's right breast, and started to squeeze it
roughly.  Martha ignored sally's pleading and found the left nipple, and
twisted it before she released her grip.  Martha continued to educate Sally
and said, "Stand up straight, and don't you dare pull back this time.  I
want you stand still, and let our guests touch you tits or whatever else
the want to touch, and you will look them in the eyes while they do this."
Martha reached out, and caressed Sally's tits.  When Martha started to
squeeze Sally's tit a little harder she screamed when Sally pulled away,
"You stupid cunt!  I see you're in dire need of training." Martha yelled
out for her maid, "Maria... Bring me my slipper!"

   Sally was scared, and said, "I'm sorry!  Please don't hit me again.  I
will let you touch my breasts..."

   "You ungrateful cow!  You'll let me touch something I already own? 
Bitch, your tits and your hairy cunt are mine.  I will train you to obey. I
thought we worked this out, but I see I will have to spank your ass again.
Get over my knee.  This is your first test of obedience." Martha walked
over to a chair in the middle of the room, and motioned to Sally.

   Sally looked for an escape, but thought back to her last beating, and
meekly bent across Martha's lap.  She blushed at Mr.  Prescott crude
remarks.

   "Mrs.  Turner, do you know you have pussy hair sticking out of sides of
your panties?  Don't you ever trim your bush?  Martha, why isn't her pussy
bald?"

   "Now honey, I thought we would auction her shaving off to one of our
guests.  There should be quite a fuss to have the honor of sheering Mrs. 
Turner's pussy wool.  Isn't that a wonderful idea Sally?  Answer me you
bitch!"

   "Yes, Mistress..." Sally felt sick at the idea she would have to let a
stranger shave her pubic hair.  Sally felt on the verge of tears.  She
wondered what she's done in her life to deserve this kind of treatment. 
Sally felt her short skirt flipped over her back, and she looked back to
see if Martha was really going to use a slipper on her ass.  Sally blushed
when she saw Mr.  Prescott had pulled up a chair and sat very close, and
was looking directly at her panty-covered ass.

   Sally tensed, and waited.  She was not prepared for the pain when the
slipper hit her ass.  Sally screamed, and fought to get free, but Martha
held her fast, and continued hitting her with the slipper.  The pain soon
radiated throughout her entire ass, and Sally continued to scream, and she
soon begged Martha to stop.  Sally was well and truly spanked with a
slipper while lying over the lap of the mayor's wife.  Sally yelled,
"ANYTHING!  I'll do anything.  Please stop.  I can't take it any more. 
I'll do it!  I'll attend your party naked!  Please STOP!" Sally was
grateful when Martha stopped hitting her with the slipper, but couldn't
come to terms her pussy was so wet.  Sally felt slightly sad her spanking
stopped.  Sally knew if Martha would have continued the spanking she would
have climaxed.

   Martha said, "Get up Sally, and show my husband how good you lick
pussy."

   "Please Martha..."

   "What did you call me?!  You stupid slut, I thought you learned your
lesson.  Take off your clothes.  I'm going to really punish you, and this
time I'm sure you'll remember what you're to call me." Martha screamed.

   Sally was scared, but not about to say anything to make Martha any
angrier.  Sally blushed when she started to disrobe.  She wished she were
alone with Martha.  Sally could feel Mr.  Prescott's lust filled eyes on
her when she pulled off her sweater.  Sally pushed her short skirt to the
floor, and stood there in her bra and panties.

   "You better be naked in five seconds, or I'll beat you into
unconsciousness."

   Sally hurried, and unsnapped her front-opening bra, and let it fall to
the floor.  She quickly pushed her bikini panties down, and stepped out of
them.  Sally felt self-conscious, and desperately wanted to cover her
nakedness with her hands, but stood in the center of the room with her
hands at her sides and let everyone look at her naked body.  Sally saw
Martha pick up a long skinny stick, and Sally watched Martha intently as
she walked to her left side.  Sally looked at the item Martha carried, and
saw it was some sort of leather riding crop.  Sally wondered what it was
for, and before she could imagine what Martha intended to do with it
Sally's backside exploded in pain.

   Martha saw Sally fall to the floor, and screamed, "Get up you lazy slut!
Stand up this second!"

   "Please..."

   "Bitch, if you don't get to your feet right now, I'll beat you where you
lay, and then let my husband beat you.  I expect you to stand there, and if
you fall again by God you'll be sorry."

   Sally had never experienced pain this intense, and struggled to get to
her feet.

   "Get ready slut!" Martha felt her pussy creaming, and she hit Sally
harder this time.

   Sally tried to prepare for the pain, but she was not ready for the
intensity of it.  She was hit again, but this time on the back of her
thighs.  Sally struggled to stay standing.  Sally thought she would die
when she was hit on the front of her thighs, and before she could get ready
Martha hit her again and again.  Sally fought to remain standing after each
hit.  Sally's mind blocked out the number of times she was hit, but now
each hit produced an intense throb in her pussy.  Sally crumpled to the
floor on the tenth hit.  She was sure she was bleeding, but when she looked
at her thighs she saw angry red lines that ran across each thigh.

   Martha helped Sally up off the floor and onto the coffee table.  Martha
leaned down and whispered in Sally's ear.  Martha quietly threatened Sally.
"If you don't fuck my husband back, and make him think you're the best fuck
in town I'll switch you until blood runs down your legs.  She's all yours
honey."

   The mayor pushed Sally over onto the wooden coffee table and took her
from behind.  "This is the way bitches are taken.  Mrs.  Turner, or maybe I
should just call you `Sally'?  You're no longer Miss high and mighty now,
are you?  You're just another town slut.  Take it you fucking bitch!" The
mayor said crudely, and rammed his cock home, and loved the scream from
Sally.

   The fucking hurt Sally, because even though she was very wet from her
spanking she was not used to an eight-inch very fat cock in her pussy.  Her
husband was only five inches and slim, and her husband was a gentle lover.
He would never have used his cock as a weapon as the mayor did.  Sally felt
the mayor fucked her harder, and he picked up speed.  Sally felt her tits
move with each of the mayor's hard thrusts.  Sally fought the pleasurable
feelings in her pussy, and tried to be true to her husband.  Sally fought
her arousal, but was turned on by the mayor's grunts, and when she felt him
cum deep inside Sally climaxed.  She was very surprised by the intensity of
it, and wondered why her husband never gave her an orgasm that powerful.

   Bobby came rushing into the room and threatened; "I have pictures of you
beating Mrs.  Turner, and I'll take these pictures to the press if you
don't release her." Bobby threw a large envelope at the mayor.  "I'm taking
Mrs.  Turner out of here right now, and if you ever bother Mrs.  Turner
again, you'll be sorry." Bobby was scared, but pumped up with adrenalin. 
He watched the couple take the envelope, and moved closer and started to
talk.  Bobby looked at Mrs.  Turner's naked body, and remembered everything
he just witnessed, and he desperately wanted her.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Prescott looked at the pictures from the young man, and
talked quietly among themselves, and Mr.  Prescott said, "I like a man with
a set of balls, and it took balls to bust in here, and threaten the mayor
of the town.  I can use a man like you in my organization.  You keep Mrs.
Turner, and train her yourself.  You took the pictures that made her bend,
and I can respect that you want to be her only master.  I remember my first
slave.  Here take this and look at it.  Remember, there are many women in
this town in need of special training, and when you're ready to join there
is a meeting where we sample some of the local woman.  Look at the women in
the folder, and pick one you want to have as a slave for the night, and
since I fucked your slave, I'll let you fuck one of mine.  Tonight I was
going to introduce Mrs.  Turner to the group.  Martha, call Mrs.  Allen,
and tell her it is time.  Mrs.  Turner, you're free to leave with your new
master.  Bobby, when you're ready to join, call me."

   Bobby looked through the folder in his hands, and saw pictures of
different naked women, and he could swear that his old math teacher was the
second picture, and then the next woman looked exactly like his doctor, but
when he came to a face he definitely recognized he blushed, and quickly
closed the folder.  He could not believe she would have posed for naked
pictures, and he prayed he was mistaken, but he wondered what it would be
like to have her for a night.  He wondered what was written on the backs of
the pictures, but was too nervous to see that face on the pictures again.
Bobby took a long hard look at Sally, and he felt a little guilty he
watched the entire episode Sally went through, but he knew he was a
different person after witnessing Sally's whipping.  Bobby could still hear
Sally's moans of pain/pleasure, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face
when the mayor fucked her hard and fast, and he remembered the fact Sally
seemed to like being ordered around.  Bobby knew he had a lot to think
about, and he could not tear his eyes off of the fading red marks on
Sally's body, and he liked the thought, I'm Mrs.  Turners master.  He said
flatly, "Get dressed Mrs.  Turner we're leaving."

   Sally slowly and painfully dressed and followed Bobby out.  As soon as
they were outside she suddenly turned to Bobby and hugged him as if she
would never let him go.  "Thank you!  Thank you bobby.  I never thought
you'd free me.  I owe you so much..." Sally hugged Bobby tighter.

   Bobby held Sally as her body trembled.  He soothed her by making
nonsensical noises while rubbing her back.  Bobby grew bolder, and let his
hands move lower.  He let his hands linger on her waist, and liked the way
she felt as she rubbed up against him.  He caressed her waist, and then
lowered his hands, and gently patted her bottom.  He was pleased that she
only stiffened for a moment and then settled closer to him than before.  He
could not believe he was actually touching Mrs.  Turner's ass, and she let
him.  Bobby lightly caressed her ass as they walked to their cars.

   Bobby followed Sally to her house and got Sally settled on the couch,
and went and started a hot bath for Sally.  Bobby did not have to worry
about going home because his parents were on vacation, and with Sally alone
he planned on spending a lot of time here.  Bobby checked on the water in
the tub, and went and got Sally.  "Let me help you Sally." This was the
first time he called her Sally.  Billy guided Sally to her bathroom, and
said, "Undress Sally, and get in the bath."

   Sally felt a tingle in her pussy at the thought Bobby was a little like
the Bobby in her dreams.  Sally blushed a little as she pulled off her
clothes as Bobby watched her every movement.  She gingerly stepped into the
tub, and leaned back, and let the hot water erase the memories of today. 
She was embarrassed bobby sat on the edge of the tub, and closed her eyes
when she saw Bobby's eyes travel down the length of her body.  Sally
relaxed, and grew accustomed to the thought Bobby was going to watch her
take a bath, and opened her eyes, and saw Bobby's eyes still traveled
across her nakedness.  Sally watched when Bobby reached for the soap, and
lathered his hands.  Sally felt silly when Bobby lifted her arm, and
started to wash her, but her silliness soon turned to lust when Bobby
started to caress her breasts.  Sally leaned back in the tub, and moaned
when Bobby soaped her belly, and she opened her legs wide, and let Bobby
touch her vagina.  Sally felt his fingers run through her bush, and moved
lower and slid a finger across her slit.  Sally moaned and clutched bobby's
other hand and brought it to her breasts.

   Bobby slid his two fingers inside Sally; he felt pride that Sally moaned
loudly, and he still caressed her breasts, and worked his fingers in and
out of Sally's pussy a little faster.  He felt sally's pussy grip his
fingers, and was surprised by the wild thrashing Sally made when she
climaxed and he said, "Get out of the tub Sally."

   Sally got out of the tub, and struggled to stand up straight from the
intensity of her orgasm, but she managed to dry herself.  She reached for a
robe, but Bobby said, "Leave it." and he undressed in the bathroom, and
watched Sally's eyes on his hard prick.  "It's time.  Take me to your bed."
and with her hair still dripping from her bath Sally led Bobby to her
bedroom.  Sally blushed when he told her, "Lay down, and spread your legs.
I want to look at the most beautiful naked woman I know." Sally blushed by
the complement, and lie down on the bed.  She took a deep breath, and
opened her legs about six inches, and watched Bobby's eyes look directly at
her womanhood.  Sally grew bold, and brought her knees to her chest, and
arched her pelvis up, and spread her knees.  Sally was pleased when Bobby
ordered her, "Reach down, and show me some pink."

   Sally felt humiliated when she opened her pussy, but was so excited
Bobby was taking charge, and Sally moaned, "Oh God Bobby.  UNH...Yes." when
Bobby leaned down, and ran his tongue across her pussy.  Sally came hard
from Bobby's tongue, and she was a little shocked when Bobby said, "Get on
top, and ride me Sally.  I want to watch my prick slide in and out of you,
and watch your tits bounce around when you fuck me hard and fast, but what
I want to see most is your beautiful face when you cum." Sally in all her
years of marriage was never once was on top.  She tried a couple times, but
her husband always made love in the same way, missionary position.  Sally
blushed by the way Bobby was talking to her, but she was also very turned
on.  Sally climbed over Bobby, and reached down, and grabbed his cock.  She
took her time, and ran her hands across his hard cock, and tried to come to
terms she would be fucking her son's friend.  Sally tried to stall a little
more, and rubbed his cock across her slit a couple times.  Sally was
pleased when Bobby said, "Ride me bitch." Sally instantly lowered herself,
and felt such pleasure when his cock stretched her pussy as she slowly
lowered herself on it.  She watched Bobby's eyes, and he looked right at
her vagina as it swallowed his prick for the first time.  Sally felt such
abandonment, and was soon lost in lust, and started to bounce wildly up and
down on Bobby's cock.  The feelings were intense, and although she was
embarrassed by the way her breasts were bouncing around she did not slow
the way she fucked Bobby, in fact it aroused her even more, and she speeded
up.  Sally changed position, and leaned forward, and screamed in ecstasy
when her clit rubbed against Bobby.  Sally cried out when she came, and
collapsed on top of Bobby.  Sally felt Bobby roll her over, and he seemed
possessed when he fucked her, and soon she felt Bobby climaxed deep inside
of her.

   Sally agreed that she owed Bobby for rescuing her.  She agreed to all of
his demands, and she would now wear sexier clothes, and wear g-strings or
thong panties.  She'd have sex with him, however, and wherever he wanted,
and she agreed to try new positions, and do things she had never tried
before, and if she misbehaved she knew she would be spanked.  He promised
that the spanking would be disciplinary only and even sometimes sexual but
he would never torture her like the mayor's wife had.  He explained to her
that dressing sexy and fucking on her knees did not make her a whore or a
bitch.  She was his beautiful older lover, and he said, "Get on your hands
and knees.  I want to fuck you from behind to show you." Bobby took her
from behind, and fucked her again.  The feelings were incredible, and Sally
had the best climax in her life.  When they finally went to sleep Sally was
satisfied, and slept soundly.

   Sally was devastated when she awoke alone, and realized that the only
person she had in her life right now was Bobby.  Sally missed her husband
dearly, and felt betrayed he did not come and rescue her.  Sally felt so
alone with Dave, her son away at his summer camp.  She called Bobby, and
they talked on the phone for an hour, and then he suggested they go to the
mall to shop for her new clothes.  Sally felt like a teenage girl again,
and found herself humming while dressing for her . . .  lover?  Boyfriend?
She decided that protector would cover the description.  She would be his
lover if he wanted her.  At least someone wanted her.

  
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