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Coerced by Kathy B.  Part 4

    This time when I woke up I knew I hadn't been dreaming. I was
lying facedown in the yard, naked and alone, my ass, pussy and thighs
sticky with cum. I realized, too late, that Friday night was no dream
either, but a sad reality. I looked around but there was nothing to
cover up with. After looking around to make sure nobody could see me,
I dashed quickly for the house.

    I stepped inside and slammed the door behind me, then ran to the
guest room.      I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, emerging
only when I was sure nobody was home. I avoided talking to Tracy and
Lisa, pretending to be asleep when they knocked on the door. As soon
as Sheila got home, I pretended I didn't feel well and rushed home.

    I couldn't believe what I'd done. After living as a model citizen
for 40 years, trying hard to be a good wife and mother, I'd thrown it
all away in a day and a half of lust and depravity. What would I do if
my husband and children found out? What would I do if my boss ever
found out? I'd been a secretary at the insurance agency for 22 years.
I knew I was a good secretary but their business was dependent on the
people of the community; I'd be dismissed in a heartbeat if I was
found out. I was determined not to let that happen. I'd just avoid
everyone involved and let the whole thing die down.

    Everything seemed fine for several months. I finally felt like I
was back to normal. We'd even seen Sheila and Greg socially a few
times and I thought the kids must have kept it to themselves. I was
sure I was probably the subject of a few gross stories in their dorms
but there wasn't much I could do about that. In fact, I'd pretty much
pushed it out of my mind so I really didn't get alarmed when I came
home from work one day and saw Sheila, Lisa and my husband sitting in
the living room.

    I started to panic when I saw the anger in Mark's eyes. "Charlene,
Sheila says you seduced several of her daughters' friends a few months
ago. I told her to get the hell out of my house but she wanted to hear
it from you."

    I tried to cover the fear in my eyes. "Mark, you know I'd never do
anything like that. I can't believe she'd say such a thing."

    Lisa spoke up. "You slept with my boyfriend and then tried to have
sex with Tracy and me too."

    "That's a lie!" I screamed. "Don't you dare say such a thing!"

    Mark turned to Sheila. "Sheila, I don't know what's come over you
or that daughter of yours, but if you're not out of my house in one
minute, I'm calling the police."

    Through all that, Sheila sat calmly on the end of the couch.
"Mark, when my daughter comes to me and tells me she was molested, I
have no reason..."

    "That's it!" Mark interrupted. "I'm pressing charges." He picked
up the phone and started dialing.

    Sheila continued as if he hadn't spoken. "...no reason not to
believe her, especially when she shows me proof." She threw something
into Mark's lap. He took one look and hung up the phone.

    As soon as I saw what he was looking at, I ran into the bathroom
and threw up. It was a picture of me, in a car. My dress was pulled
down so you could see my breasts. My hairy pussy framed the base of
one cock and I was sucking on another. From the look on my face, it
was obvious that I was loving every minute of it. The two boys whose
cocks I was draining were grinning at the camera.

    I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could. When i finally came
out, Mark was pale and Sheila looked smug. I sat down on the arm of
his chair and tried to take his hand but he wouldn't let me. Sheila
spoke first.

    "Charlene, I think you've done a horrible thing but I don't want
you to go to prison. Your children are too young and I think they
still need a mother, even a lousy one like you. However, I think you
need to be punished for what you did. I have suggested, and Mark has
agreed, that the best punishment will be for you to come to work for
me for two years. I've always wanted a maid and you will do it. If you
do it without complaint, I won't press charges against you for
molesting my kids."

    I looked at Mark. "I think it's fair," he said. It will mean
quitting your job but you can find another one. You will stay at
Sheila and Greg's during the week and you can come home from Saturday
until Monday. That will give you a chance to see the kids. Sheila, I'm
sorry I didn't believe you." He hesitated. "I think I need some time
to figure things out, too."

    I burst into tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know why it
happened. I love you."

    Sheila stood up. "Come on, Charlene. You can get started tonight."

    I followed, still crying. I wasn't even going to be able to say
good-bye!  Mark turned his back on me and walked away. We got outside
and I started to get into Sheila's car, but she stopped me.

    "My employees don't ride in my car and I don't want your car
clogging my driveway. You can walk."

    "Walk? You can't be serious," I protested. "It's all the way
across town!  Sheila, be reasonable."

    Before I even knew what was happening, Sheila slapped me hard
across the face. " Let's get this clear. I'm disgusted with you for
what you did. I agreed to let you work for me so you didn't have to go
to jail but I intend to see to it you are punished for your crimes.
Don't you EVER question one of my instructions again. I said you will
walk so you better walk, either to my house or to the police. Which
will it be?"

    Tears were streaming down my face as I answered, "I'll walk to
your house."

    "I think you mean, 'Please may I walk to your house,'don't you?"

    I sniffed, "Please may I walk to your house, Sheila?"

    Sheila smiled. "Yes, Charlene, you may. But from now on you will
address me properly. You will always call me 'ma'am' or Mrs. Winters
but never 'Sheila.' You will call everyone in my house 'sir' or
'ma'am' and if they are in my house they are my guests, so you must
consider a request from them a request from me. Do you understand?"

    I was embarrassed. We were standing in my driveway and Sheila was
not trying to be quiet. I nodded quickly, hoping this would all be
over.

    "Good girl. Stop crying, too. I'm sick of your blubbering. You got
into this mess, now you must live with it. I expect you at the house
in half an hour. I want supper ready when Greg gets home." Sheila got
in the car and drove off, with Lisa snickering beside her.

    I walked as fast as I could and made it to Sheila's house just
before the deadline. I walked up to the front door but found it
locked. I rang the doorbell and waited. When Sheila came to the door
she looked angry.

    "Servants don't use the front door. Come in through the garage."
She slammed the door in my face.

    On the way over I made up my mind not to get mad so I went around
to the garage and tried the side door. it too was locked. This time
Sheila was smiling when she answered.

    "That's much better. However, you will have to wear a uniform.
Take off all your clothes and put them into this box." She handed me a
cardboard box.

    Without arguing, I stripped off my dress and slip and stood there
in my bra and panties, praying Greg wouldn't come home and open the
garage door.  When Sheila just looked at me, I realized she wanted my
underwear to go into the box as well. Finally, I stood shivering in
the garage, naked and waiting for my ordeal to end.

    Sheila took the box into the house, then returned with another. "I
believe this is yours." The box contained the outfit I'd worn at the
party, complete with a new pair of stockings and heels. Before I could
say anything she closed the door in my face. As small as the outfit
was, it was preferable to being naked so I quickly dressed and went
into the kitchen.

    Sheila laughed at me in my uniform. I flushed but started fixing
some dinner. She sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and
directing me. When I bent over to get a casserole dish, she hooted and
I knew she'd seen my bare pussy. After I got the casserole into the
oven, she spoke.

    "I don't want that hairy thing uncovered in my kitchen. While
dinner is cooking, I want you to go shave all the hair off it." I
opened my mouth to protest but she must have anticipated it. "If you
complain, I will take you for a haircut tomorrow morning."

    I went into the bathroom and shaved. I'd never done it before and
it took me quite a while but I eventually got it pretty smooth. After
cleaning up, I returned to the kitchen.

    "Bend over the table," Sheila ordered. "I want to make sure you
did a good job." I flushed but bent over, then moved my feet apart
when she told me to.

    "I can't figure out why those boys wanted to fuck you anyway,
Charlene.  Your pussy is huge; mine is much tighter." Sheila ridiculed
me.

    "I agree, honey. Your pussy is much tighter," I heard a male
voice, Greg, behind me. I started to jump up but Sheila told me to
stay bent over. I felt a thick finger part my swollen lips and slide
easily into my cunt. "Is this our new maid? Why is her pussy so wet?"

    "She's a slut, that's why," Sheila replied. "Look how loose it is
from all the fucking she does."

    Greg pulled his finger from my cunt and laughed. "Well, you know
how it is with the help, honey. All they think about is food and
fucking. Where's dinner?"

    "It would be ready if Charlene would get going," Sheila grabbed
Greg by the arm and led him from the kitchen. I was flushed and
panting from embarrassment. I didn't know how I was going to face
these two, day after day.

    Dinner went well. I served them, then ate my own meal, in the
kitchen.  Sheila told me I could only sit at the kitchen table or in
my room, anywhere else I must either stand or sit on the floor. I was
so tired and humiliated that I didn't argue.

    About eight PM I was called into the living room. Lisa was home
again and she and her parents were sitting around the room.

    "Charlene, we're bored. Why don't you entertain us?" Sheila asked.

    "Yes, ma'am," I replied. "What would you like?"

    "Lisa tells us you masturbated to entertain she and her friends.
Why don't you do that?" Sheila smirked.

    I opened my mouth to cry out but realized I had no choice. How
could I willing masturbate for a group of teens, then refuse adults?
So I turned around and got down on all fours.

    It took me a while to get myself aroused. It didn't help that the
three of them chatted and laughed while I knelt there, rubbing my bud
and driving two fingers in and out of my pussy. Finally, it started to
heat up and I eventually managed a small orgasm.

    Sheila gave me permission to stand up. "Not bad, but tomorrow
bring a dildo in with you. The only way to keep you happy is to stuff
something in that fat pussy of yours. You started out poorly but you
were pretty good tonight, you may sleep in the basement. Don't get
used to it, though. If you disobey me, you will find yourself sleeping
in the garage."

    I hurried down cellar and made a bed over near the furnace. Since
I had no other clothes with me, I had to sleep naked. For the first
time since I was a little girl, I cried myself to sleep.

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