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Archive name: voice.txt (MF, exh, reluc, v)
Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Voice, The

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The Voice (MF, exh, reluc, v)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

***

A Phone Call interrupts a young woman's seemingly perfect 
life. How far will she go to save her family? 

***

CHAPTER 1: MIRROR

Debbie Wilson closed the front door to the large house 
that she has called home, along with her husband and 
their two young sons, for the last four years. She wiped 
a small tear from her eye, as she had just said her 
goodbyes, which she always hated. Debbie watched from the 
front window, as her family pulled away in their mini-
van. 

They were off for a weekend trip to visit her husband's 
mother, whom Debbie also hated. While Debbie would always 
cry when they left, she would cry that much more when 
they returned.

Entering the kitchen, Debbie quickly finished cleaning 
off the breakfast table, and loaded the dishwasher, 
before she went into the bathroom to draw a bath. She 
relished in the fact that she could take a hot bath and 
soak as long as she wanted, without feeling like she was 
robbing her young sons of their mother's attention. 

Debbie, who had grown up in a broken home, vowed that 
when she was a mom she would show her children what the 
word love really meant. 

Nearly nine years ago, Debbie met her husband at work. 
She was his secretary and sparks flew, even though Debbie 
knew he was already married. She hated the thought of 
being the other woman, but she also felt she had found 
the man of her dreams, despite their 20-year-age 
difference. Seemingly she was right, as she had spent the 
last 8 years in a blissful marriage.

Just as Debbie was about to step into the tub the phone 
rang. Debbie's first instinct was to ignore it, but the 
thought of her husband and two kids suddenly flashed in 
her head. She slipped back on her robe, which covered her 
silky black nightie, and ran into the kitchen and picked 
up the cordless telephone.

"Hello," Debbie answered.

"Good morning Mrs. Wilson!" A strong voice roared on the 
other end.

"Who is this?" Debbie said a little alarmed, as the voice 
was unfamiliar and quite menacing sounding.

"My name is Sam, and yours is Debra, but you like to be 
called Debbie."

"I don't know any Sam's," Debbie interrupted, searching 
her memory.

"You don't? Well maybe we should change that!" The voice 
said, following with amorous laughter.

"Man that was creepy!" Debbie cried, as she slammed down 
the phone.

Debbie took one step back, and then jumped the next, when 
the phone quickly rang again.

"Hello," Debbie answered again, a little apprehensively.

"Do you and me a favor Debbie, don't do that again, or 
you will be sorry!" 

Debbie shook as the booming voice was back. "Please stop 
it, you're scaring me!"

"I know it's this voice box; it makes it sound a little 
scary," the voice boomed and Debbie concurred.

"What's this all about?" Debbie managed.

"First, I just want you to know that I indeed know who 
you are," the voice barked. "Your 31-years-old, one 
husband Stan 51, lawyer, married 8 years, two young sons, 
Preston and Joshua. Your parents both died when you were 
in your late teens, although you never really knew your 
real dad. I even know your brother Wilson died of a drug 
overdose at his eighteenth birthday party."

Debbie slammed the phone down again, her heart in her 
throat. She had spent the last eight years trying to 
build a new life, and one phone call had brought her old 
life crashing back again.

It only took a split-second for the phone to ring again. 
Debbie's heart was still in her throat, as the phone rang 
and rang. Each ring rattling Debbie's bones. Debbie 
finally picked up the phone with trembling hands. "Please 
if you don't stop calling," Debbie shot out, while 
cursing herself for answering it again. "I'm gunna call 
the police!"

"No you won't, because of the unknown," the voice shot 
back.

"What?" Debbie groaned.

"The unknown of what might happen if you do, and the 
unknown of what I want," the voice boomed.

"Well, what do you want?" Debbie managed.

"For you to listen up for a second and please don't hang 
up on me, it's so rude, and it's getting boring," the 
voice boomed.

"Tell me!" Debbie screamed.

"All right, but let me tell yah one thing first. Your 
husband's a slow ass driver," the voice boomed.

"My husband?" Debbie asked nervously, while nervously 
staggering into the living room.

"That's right, we're on highway 97, just past exit 144," 
the voice shook. "White Mini-Van, personally I prefer 
black."

"Oh my God! Why are you following my family?" Debbie 
cried out.

"I just wanted to let you know that we are watching, 
watching them and watching you."

"Please you are really scaring me!" Debbie cried out.

"Well that's the point. If I were you, I'd be nervous as 
hell too. Why don't you sit down on the sofa?"

"The Sofa?" Debbie said, standing in the middle of the 
living room, as her body trembled with fear. "Ok, I'm 
sitting now."

"Really, very good Debbie, test us to see if we can 
really see yah, still standing in the middle of your 
living room," the voice boomed.

Debbie dropped the phone and fell to her knees, spinning 
around, scanning the room. Suddenly she felt flushed, 
like her face was on fire, feeling much like a rat in a 
cage. It suddenly became slightly difficult to breathe. 
Her eye's focused on the phone now laying on the floor. 
Her mind racing with questions, only the thought of this 
person following her family, gave her the strength to 
reach over and pick up the phone.

"I'm sorry, I ah, I dropped the phone," Debbie mumbled, 
as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"It's understandable, but don't let it happen again. I'm 
the type of guy that loses my patience quickly," the 
voice boomed.

"Why are you doing this? How can you see me?" Debbie 
cried, as tears now streamed down her face.

'Look no need for the water works, just do as you're told 
and your family will never even know we are here," the 
voice barked. 

"We?" Debbie picked up on, while making her way to her 
feet again. 

"Yes it's a WE, but you will only deal with me, for the 
weekend."

"For the weekend?" Debbie mumbled.

"Yes, for this weekend you will do whatever I tell you. 
If you're a good girl and follow my instruction to their 
fullest, Sunday when your family returns from 
grandmother's house, you can return to your perfect life, 
but if you don't, your family, well I think you get the 
point." 

"Don't you fucking dare hurt them!" Debbie screamed.

"Calm down, you have their futures in your hands."

"Please they're all I have," Debbie cried out, as she 
dropped to her knees again. She babbled incoherently, 
tears pouring from her eyes, as she struggled to regain 
her composer. It took over fifteen minutes for Debbie to 
finally calm down, at least to the point that she could 
raise the phone to her ear again.

"Well at least you understand the magnitude of the 
situation, now listen up Debbie," the voice blasted, when 
she did.

As she listened, Debbie tried to dry her eyes with one of 
her son's T-shirts that he left laying around like he 
always does, and for once it came in handy.

"Rule number one is simple, I give you an order, you 
comply, no questions or complaining," the voice barked, 
as Debbie did her best to follow along. "Rule two, you 
don't leave the house, in fact you don't leave the first 
floor, period. Rule number three is don't ever break rule 
number one or two...Do I make myself clear?"

"Ah hah," Debbie mumbled.

"I'm not convinced Debbie," the voice rattled. "So tell 
me what the rules are."

"One is to listen to you and follow your orders, and the 
other one is don't leave the house or the first floor," a 
perplexed Debbie finally managed after several seconds of 
thought.

"Very good Debbie."

"But I have a hair appointment at three," Debbie suddenly 
remembered.

"I know, but it's simple, call up Daisy and get her to 
come over your house instead," the voice barked.

"Daisy, how did you know her name?" Debbie mumbled, as 
her heart sank. "I mean, I don't know if she will?"

"Did we already break rule one Debbie?" The voice hissed.

"No, No," Debbie pleaded. "I was just wondering. I didn't 
say I wasn't going to try."

"Good now call her, just so you know I can always hear 
what you are saying, so behave, one wrong word and I 
disconnect you...In more ways then one," the voice 
warned, before a dial tone rang in Debbie's ear.

Debbie just looked at the phone, while trying to gain her 
strength. Daisy had been her friend for a couple of 
years, and she always cut Debbie's hair. Debbie's husband 
liked her hair short and he just loved the blonde spikes, 
she had done last time. Debbie shook as she thought of 
her husband. 

She dialed the phone and held her breath hoping she could 
talk Daisy into coming over to her house, as she usually 
cuts it at her own house, so she could also watch her 
five-year-old son.

Debbie finally got a hold of Daisy after two tries, and 
the two talked for over twenty minutes, as Debbie was 
doing her best to keep her wits. Even lying about her car 
being broken down and needing her hair done for an 
important meeting. 

Finally she offered to pay double and also offered to pay 
for Daisy's babysitter. Debbie got a lucky break, when 
Daisy's next-door neighbor said she would watch Daisy's 
son, so Daisy finally agreed to meet her at three. Debbie 
said her goodbyes, and the phone quickly called back.

"Good job Debbie, although you rambled on a bit eh?" The 
voice teased, when Debbie answered it. "Now go into the 
bathroom."

"Bathroom, but ah..." 

"Debbie, follow directions!" The voice snapped.

"Sorry," Debbie groaned as she rambled, on weak legs, 
into the bathroom. Her bath no longer steaming, although 
Debbie was.

"Now, stand in front of the mirror," the voice commanded.

Debbie's nerves were building quickly, as the 
mysteriousness of the caller's intentions were chilling 
in their effects. Debbie stood in front of the full-
length mirror that was next to the sink. Debbie used it 
to check out her outfits, and she had a little stool that 
she used when she put on her makeup. Debbie almost jumped 
back when she saw her puffy reflection staring back at 
her. 

"Ok Deb, do your face up," the voice commanded.

"You mean put makeup on?" A confused Debbie mumbled, and 
it was confirmed.

Debbie sat on the stool, still somewhat confused. She 
patted her face dry and started to put on her base.

"This is a little hard, I mean holding the phone in all," 
Debbie mumbled.

"Just do it!" The voice snapped.

"I will, but could I ask something?" Debbie asked 
cautiously.

"What?" 

"My husband has a speakerphone in his office. There is a 
phone-jack just outside the bathroom door, and it should 
reach. Can I get it?" Debbie asked nervously.

"Ok get it, but be quick," the voice boomed.

Debbie scampered into her husband's office, stalling for 
time as she was searching her brain for answers, to the 
surreal situation that she now found herself in. She 
returned to the bathroom with the speakerphone and 
plugged in the jack. Finishing by putting the phone into 
it.

"You still there?" Debbie asked with a prayer.

"You bet Debbie, now get back to work," the voice boomed, 
as Debbie cringed. The voice even sounded more evil to 
Debbie, coming from the speakerphone.

"Please can I ask one more thing?" Debbie mumbled.

"Ok, but last question, so make it good!" The voice 
barked.

"Do you promise that you won't hurt my family, I mean if 
I do?"

"Just follow my orders, and they never even know I'm 
here," the voice interrupted. 

"Promise!" Debbie screamed several times.

"I give you my word," the voice finally bellowed.

Debbie finally sat down on the stool and went back to her 
makeup and then fixed her hair, while still uneasy as to 
the voice's intentions. When Debbie announce she was 
finished, the voice commanded her to stand up. Debbie 
moved the stool aside and stood in front of the mirror, 
her head not moving, but her eyes shifting back and 
forth.

"Debbie, look into the mirror and tell me what you see," 
the voice hissed.

Debbie hesitated, a little confused, as she looked around 
pleadingly.

"Describe yourself," the voice finally barked.

"Ok, this is hard, where to start," Debbie mumbled, while 
wondering why if the voice could also see her, why would 
she have to describe herself? 

"I'm five, five, around a hundred fifteen pounds. Ah, 
short brown hair, with blonde highlights, green eyes. Ah 
is this what you want?" Debbie said while spinning around 
looking in all directions. She even tried to pry the 
mirror off the wall, as the voice asked her to continue. 

"Ah ok, I'm wearing a robe and slippers," Debbie mumbled.

"I don't like slippers, go to your bedroom and put on 
some high heels," the voice interrupted. "Be back in 30 
seconds this time, now get."

Debbie raced to her bedroom and grabbed her highest 
heels, a black pair. She hated them as they killed her 
feet, but she put them on and returned to the bathroom, 
all while in a state of perplex.

"Ok I'm back," Debbie said, a little short of breath. 

"Yes you are, now what kind of shoes are you wearing?" 
The voice boomed.

Debbie was again looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Ah, they're you know high heels, ah red ones," Debbie 
mumbled.

"Nice I like red ones, like Dorothy," the voice said, 
followed by a flutter of devilish laughter.

"Yah, just like that," Debbie said, as she breathed a 
sigh of relief. Debbie slowly sat down on the stool and 
buried her face into her hands.

"Debbie?" The voice snapped.

"Yah," Debbie answered, almost laughing.

"Stand back up." 

"Ah what the fuck!" Debbie screamed, as her relief was 
short lived. "If you can see me, then how come you didn't 
know my shoes were black?"

"Just relax Debbie, I don't want to spend an another 
fifteen minutes listening to you cry like a five-year-
old," the voice boomed. "I can see you, maybe not as well 
as I'd like, but never mind that, now touch up your face 
again."

Debbie looked around again, she figured the voice had to 
have a camera on her or something, but like the answers 
she searched for, she couldn't find it. She also wondered 
just how many people were watching her.

"Do it," the voice barked.

Debbie fixed her make up again, and was again standing in 
front of the mirror.

"Ok, what color lipstick?" The voice boomed

"Ah pink, it's pink," Debbie said, as she suddenly 
figured the voice must only be able to see her in black 
and white, like those cheesy surveillance systems, in 
convenience stores, at least she hoped.

"You sure this time?" The voice blasted. 

"Yah, I'm sorry about that," Debbie offered.

"Put some gloss on them," the voice boomed. 

Debbie did so, but was a little puzzled that the voice 
knew so much about makeup, and cared so much about hers. 
She also had to put on more dark eyeliner.

"Now what is under that robe?" The voice bellowed, when 
Debbie announced that she was finished. 

"Please, ah I'm sorry I have a black silk nightie on," 
Debbie said, as she instinctively clutched the front of 
the robe.

"Nice, ok hang the robe up on the back of the door and 
stand back in front of the mirror."

"Oh my god," Debbie whispered, as she slowly slid the 
robe off and hung it up. She repeated her call to the 
lord, when she was back standing in front of the mirror, 
staring at her reflection, dressed in her black nightie 
and high heels, her newly painted face making the sexy 
look complete.

"Slowly turn around," the voice bellowed.

Debbie was frantic. "How dare someone invade her home and 
now treat her like this?" She kept saying to herself. 
Only the thought of her family was giving her the 
strength to comply, as Debbie did a slow full circle. 

"Ok lean forward, hands on your knees; you're doing good 
Debbie," the voice teased.

Debbie didn't know about that, she felt so pathetic, for 
playing along with the voice's game, like some sick 
version of Simon-Says. She didn't feel any better when 
she had to turn around and assume the same hands and 
knees pose, as she cursed herself for the lack of 
underwear.

"Ok Debbie turn around and stand back up," the voice 
ordered. "Now slide the straps off your shoulders."

"Please Sir, I'm naked underneath," Debbie embarrassingly 
moaned.

"Don't you usually bath nude?" The voice asked.

"I guess so," Debbie mumbled, as she realized she was 
going to take her bath after all, only not a private one.

"C'mon Debbie," the voice barked. "Follow orders or 
else."

Debbie watched her reflection, as it almost felt like she 
was watching someone else. "This just couldn't be happing 
to her," she kept thinking. She moved her trembling hand 
up to her shoulder, slowly sliding the strap down her 
arm. She let out a small gasp when the pinkness of her 
nipple made its first appearance in the mirror. 

After several deep breaths, she slid the other strap off 
her shoulder and her nightie fell down over her breasts, 
before quickly sliding down her body, gathering at her 
ankle, as Debbie immediately used her hands and arms to 
cover her nakedness.

"Hang it up on top of the robe, and then back," the voice 
boomed.

Debbie quickly complied and was back in her defensive 
pose.

"Now Debbie, I want you to describe yourself," the voice 
ordered.

"I thought I already..."

"Your body, describe your body!" The voice impatiently 
interrupted.

"Please this is so strange." Debbie pleaded.

"Don't forget rule one Debbie, and put your hands down by 
your side!" The voice bellowed. "Do not hide your 
nakedness from me!"

"I'm sorry, but really."

"No buts, do it!" The voice shot out.

"I'll try," Debbie moaned, as she struggled to keep her 
composer as her hands slipped off her body and clung to 
her sides. Debbie stared at her naked reflection as she 
searched for the right words. "I guess I have medium 
sized breasts, and a flat stomach and my legs might be a 
little on the muscular side, and ugly feet."

"Satisfactory, but I will help you out. What are your 
measurements?" The voice asked.

"Measurements?" Debbie groaned at the request. "Ah last I 
checked, they were 34-23-34."

"And what cup size are you?" The voice asked.

"Ah a C," Debbie mumbled, as she kind of had a feeling it 
was coming next.

"How about your nipples?" The voice asked.

Debbie instinctively reacted to the question by quickly 
putting her hands up to her chest.

"Please this is embarrassing," Debbie mumbled.

"Describe them now!" The voice boomed out.

"Ok, Ok, they're a little on the puffy side, pink I 
guess, they don't get much sun," Debbie finally mumbled, 
as her hands slid to her sides again. 

"I see that," the voice barked, and it again reminded 
Debbie that the voice could also see her nakedness. "Now 
turn around, you never said anything about your ass."

"What about it?" Debbie snapped.

"Don't snap at me girl, from now on, no flip remarks and 
no crying. You're starting to piss me off. Look this is 
going to happen the way I want it to, whether you like it 
or not!" The voice said, shaking the speakerphone.

Debbie jumped back, she was getting ready to grab her 
robe and get out of there.

"Ah, we finally made it to grandma's house," the voice 
bellowed, as Debbie's heart immediately sunk.

"The little one ran into Granny's house. I think someone 
has to pee," the voice teased.

"Please leave them alone!" Debbie cried out, as she fell 
to her knees.

"I'm going to, if you start acting a little better, and 
not like a crybaby," the voice said.

"I'm sorry really, but it's just this, well it's so 
humiliating." Debbie said, as tears dripped from her 
eyes. "I mean, I'm naked!"

"Just shut up, and get in the tub," the voice hissed.

Debbie kicked off her heels, annoyed. She hated to be 
told to shut up period, but in her own house, naked, 
while someone or something watched her, and watched her 
family, it was almost too much to take. 

Her blood was boiling when her foot hit the cold water. 
She tried to hide the fact that the water was now cold, 
as she sat down in the water. Thankful to have the soapy 
waters camouflage, if only temporarily.

As she soaked she could here background music coming from 
the speakerphone. She closed her eyes as she racked her 
brain for a way out of this predicament. Maybe she could 
slip a note to Daisy when she came over later, or whisper 
something into her ear. She had to think of something. 
She closed her eyes and searched.

"Ok, stand up in the center of the tub," the voice 
barked, a short time later, causing Debbie to flinch.

Debbie slowly rose from the now icy water. She 
instinctively covered her now rock hard nipples with her 
hands again, as the water dripped from her glistening 
body.

"Ok now wash yourself," the voice ordered, just as Debbie 
was about to step out of the tub.

Debbie gasped at the request. Shaking her head in 
disgust, she leaned over to pick up the washcloth.

"No cloth, just hands and soap," the voice snapped. 
Causing Debbie to jump again, that violation feeling 
running through her body again, as she realized just how 
good the voice could see her, even in the tub. 

She poured some liquid soap on her shoulders, quickly 
rubbing it into her arms and over her stomach. Working 
quickly, she splashed some water over her body and 
announced she was done. 

"Debbie I'm disappointed, we must do better than that. 
Pick up the soap and poor some over your front," the 
voice hissed. 

"Please it's cold," Debbie moaned, but she quickly picked 
up the soap, squirting some over her breasts and stomach.

"Turn and face the mirror and watch yourself wash," the 
voice ordered.

Debbie turned, but couldn't bear to watch, as she ran her 
hands back and forth over her breasts and stomach, which 
quickly became soap covered. Debbie leaned forward and 
washed one leg and then the next. Soap covered, she stood 
up and waited for the next instruction.

"Rinse," the voice said after several lingering seconds. 

Debbie did so, glad that this part was over, plus the 
water was freezing now. Her body covered in goose bumps. 
Her nipples so hard they were almost painful. Debbie 
finished rinsing, and began to step out of the tub.

"Now, now Debbie, just one more thing to clean, or two," 
the voice barked.

"Please, this is too much!" Debbie cried out.

"Put your left foot on the edge of the tub and wash 
between your legs," the voice boomed.

"You can't be serious?" Debbie cried. "Please I'm 
freezing."

Debbie stomach fluttered, it felt like she was going to 
be ill from the butterflies swirling. She pleaded with 
the voice for mercy, but they went unanswered. 

Finally with tears streaming down her face, she poured 
some soap over her neatly trim pubic mound and began to 
work it in, before running a hand in-between her legs. 
She tried to put it out of her head what it must look 
like, as she washed her pussy, her hand moving back and 
forth, until she was told to turn around.

"Just on more thing, wash your ass and anus, we must keep 
clean," the voice said, almost sounding playful.

Debbie hung her head, as she turned around and applied 
some soap to her ass cheeks, working it in using both 
hands, and with one finally burst of courage she ran her 
finger in-between her ass cheeks and rubbed her anus thus 
completing the humiliating act. 

Finally when she couldn't take it anymore, she sat down 
in the water to rinse. She sat in the frigid water for 
several minutes trying to regain her composer.

"Ok Debbie, get out and dry," the voice said, breaking 
the silence.

Debbie was happy to get out of the cold water, but not 
happy to lose the waters shelters. She also shook from 
the fear of the voice's intentions. She almost 
instinctively knew that her humiliation had only begun, 
if she didn't find a way out of her predicament. 

Debbie quickly wrapped herself with a towel and used 
another one to dry her arms and legs.

"Ok Debbie, now hang the towels back up on the rack, and 
stand in front of the mirror," the voice barked.

"Again with that fucking mirror!" Debbie wanted to 
scream, but she bit her tongue. She did make herself a 
promise that when this was over she was going to smash 
the fucking mirror to pieces.

"You must have some body lotion to rub in, have to keep 
that skin soft," the voice teased. 

Debbie let out a moan, as she knew that soon she would be 
rubbing lotion into her skin, and it was also slowly 
sinking in as to the nature of the acts that she was 
going to be asked to perform. She reluctantly did as she 
was told, not even surprised when the voice had her rub 
some extra lotion into her breasts. Soon her body was 
basking in a shinny glow.

"Grab some shaving gel and a razor," the voice boomed.

"Oh great, now I have to shave my legs in front of the 
mirror as well." Debbie thought, as she opened the 
medicine cabinet.

"Ok Debbie, now lift your right knee up onto the sink and 
shave around that sweet little pussy of yours," the voice 
ordered.

"C'mon what the... Who is this?" Debbie cried out.

"Debbie do you want to take a chance?"

"Take a chance?" Debbie quickly moaned.

"Yah take a chance and disobey me," the voice shot. 

"This is just ridiculous! Why do I have to shave down 
there?" Debbie moaned. "And it's itchy when it grows 
back."

"I'm waiting Debbie," the voice snapped.

Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror, as if she 
was asking her reflection for answers. She looked down at 
her pubic hair and placed her knee on the sink, it was 
more than a little uncomfortable for Debbie, the position 
and the situation. She quickly spread some gel around her 
pussy and through blurry eyes, grabbed the razor and 
began shaving. 

It wasn't the first time she had done this. She use to do 
it when she first met her husband, but stopped after they 
were married, and were going to have kids, as she didn't 
want her doctor to think she was dirty, at least that was 
her excuse.

Debbie worked quickly, and she used a face cloth to wash 
the remaining gel off, when she was finished. She quickly 
pulled her knee down off the sink and announced she was 
finished.

"Now that wasn't so bad, check it out," the voice 
bellowed.

"What?" Debbie moaned.

"Stand straight and spread them legs apart!" The voice 
shot.

"Ok, Ok, I can see it, it's not that bad," Debbie moaned, 
but she cringed inside, as now she could see her rather 
prominent pussy lips, hanging ever so slightly from her 
body, reminding her of the real reason she didn't shave 
down there anymore.

"No, I meant check it out with your fingers," the voice 
barked.

Debbie threw her hands to her hips and then with disgust 
spread her legs back apart, but not after several minutes 
of stalling. With a clenched jaw, she ran a hand down her 
stomach and slid it between her spread legs, running it 
over her pussy lips. 

She pledged to fight off any pleasure from this act, as 
she felt around her hairless pussy, purposely avoiding 
her sensitive clitoris. She did this for several minutes, 
fighting to remain emotionless.

"This is sick you know that?" Debbie finally cried out.

"Ok I can see this isn't your thing, so let's get you 
dressed," the voice boomed and Debbie felt somewhat 
relieved, as she washed her hands.

Debbie picked up the phone and went down the hall to her 
bedroom. She was relieved to be somewhat covered when she 
returned some twenty minutes later, to the dreaded 
bathroom mirror.

She looked at her reflection; almost glad that she wasn't 
leaving the house, because all her outfit consisted of 
was a small white tennis skirt, and a purple silk half 
shirt, with spaghetti straps that she usually only wore 
under reveling dresses. The outfit was topped off with 
her black pumps. All articles of clothing had to be 
approved by the voice, as Debbie had to change in and out 
of several outfits, before settling on this one.  

"I think you're ready now Debbie!" The voice boomed.

Debbie just shook her head. She still couldn't imagine 
what the voice had in store for her, or is she could take 
anymore of this.



CHAPTER 2: THE PAPERBOY COLLECTS



"Now Debbie, bring the speakerphone into the living room 
and then open the blinds on the front window," the voice 
boomed.

Debbie following orders, set up the phone on the coffee 
table and opened the blind, as the sun temporarily 
blinded her, ironically it seemed like a perfect day 
outside. 

"Debbie look across the street," the voice boomed.

Debbie focused her eyes, the only thing she saw was a 
large white box truck, parked across the street. "Ah, I 
don't think I see anything."

"Do you see a large truck?" The voice asked.

"Yah, a large white one," Debbie mumbled.

"In a second, a large man is gunna step out of the van," 
the voice said.

Debbie watched as the door opened. She ducked down when 
the large figure dressed in black, flashed her a wave.

"What the!" Debbie cried out.

"That's my insurance policy," the voice hissed.

"Please Sir, I have been good!" Debbie screamed out, 
running to make sure the front door was locked.

"Really now, how many times did you break rule one 
already?" The voice hissed.

"No Sir, I did what you said, ah eventually," Debbie 
pleaded.

"Ok Debbie, but wait till I tell you your next task," the 
voice teased.

"What task?" Debbie nervously asked, watching somewhat 
relieved, as the large figure got back into the truck.

"Well it's Saturday and the paperboy collects, no?" The 
voice shot.

"Well sort of, it's really the paperboy's brother. The 
paperboy is a still a little young to handle money I 
guess," Debbie mumbled, as she was still somewhat shaken 
by the figure's appearance across the street. "What's 
this all about?"

"Well today when he comes by, have a beverage waiting for 
the young man," the voice bellowed. "What is he 18?" 

"Yah, maybe even 19 now, but I can't, not like I'm 
dressed!" Debbie cried, still surprised how much the 
voice knew about her and her life.

"You will and more," the voice snapped

"What do you mean more?" Debbie snapped.

"Today the paperboy gets the tip of his young life," the 
voice purred.

"Wait a second, you're not suggesting," Debbie mumbled.

"I am sure when it hits you, in a second or two, we are 
going to have that waterfall scene again," the voice 
teased.

"Fuck you and fuck your games! There is no way, and if 
you hurt my family I will spend the rest of my days," 
Debbie cried out, her voice trailing off, as she was 
indeed crying again.

"When he comes over, you will invite him in, and then 
right on the couch, you will seduce him, it shouldn't be 
that hard," the voice barked. "You will strip for him, 
give him oral and regular sex, and anything else he wants 
you to do."

"Yah right, he is still just a kid," Debbie snapped.

"Not after today!" The voice snapped back.

"Now get your ass cleaned up and get ready, he will be 
around soon," the voice shot.

"Oh right and when Daisy comes by this afternoon, I'll 
seduce her too." Debbie said, regretting it the second it 
left her pink colored lips.

"You are finally getting it," the voice boomed. "Today 
you are my little whore."

"I never, I mean, I can't cheat on my husband, and lezbo 
stuff, that's sick, and your sick," Debbie managed, 
through her tears.

"Never say never," the voice boomed and then added. "You 
will, or there will be no husband to cheat on."

It took Debbie over ten minutes to stop crying, before 
she fixed her make up and hair in the dreaded mirror 
again. She put on some perfume and returned to the living 
room. She was sitting on the couch, still not believing 
that she was even contemplating following the voice's 
perverse order. 

Debbie needed some reinforcement, she took a photo off 
the TV, of her husband and two children, and hugged it in 
her arms.

"I'm sorry honey, please forgive me for my sins," she 
cried, when she heard the doorbell's powerful ring.

"Get to work Debbie," the voice moaned.

She moved to the front door, took a deep breath and 
opened the door.

"Ah hi Mrs. W. Collecting," the young man chirped.

"Hi Bret, come in for a sec, I'll get your money." Debbie 
said, as she swung the door open, her heart in her 
throat.

They young man entered, but stayed by the front door, as 
he was in a rush to get done and head to the ball field.

"Ah Bret, have a seat on the couch, I will be with you in 
a second." Debbie mumbled from the kitchen, before she 
poured some coke into tall glasses, adding some of her 
husband's whiskey into hers.

Bret reluctantly sat down, impatiently looking out the 
window at the clear blue sky. Debbie sauntered into the 
room carrying two glasses. "I just thought you could use 
a little drink."

"Thanks, but I'm kind of in rush, have too ah..." Bret 
started, until he realized he forgot what he was saying, 
as he examined Debbie's sexy outfit. He never remembered 
seeing her dressed like this, in fact he didn't even 
remember being invited inside before. 

"I just thought we could chat for a sec," Debbie said, as 
she sipped her drink, her heart pounding, her face flush, 
it had been a long time since she had tried to act sexy. 
She was also still trying to make up her mind. Debbie 
looked out the window, and noticed the large figure 
leaning against the truck, arms folded. She also took one 
last look at her family picture.

"Ah Bret," Debbie started, her voice trembling. "So how's 
the coke?"

"It's good, but I have to go. Can I have my money?" Bret 
said, as he stood up.

"Please Bret it's cool, my husband is away with the 
kids!" Debbie cried.

"That's cool," Bret said, a little confused as he walked 
to the door.

"Please you can't leave yet, I haven't paid you yet!" 
Debbie said, as she raced over and pinned Bret against 
the door.

Bret spun around, he was face to face with Debbie, as she 
leaned her body weight into his.

"Well I just thought you might like me," Debbie said, in 
her sexiest voice.

"Your all right I guess," Bret moaned. "Please Mrs. W. 
What are you doing?"

Debbie was pressing up against the young man. She didn't 
find him attractive in the least. Bret was a short man 
with hard features, so she tried to avoid eye contract, 
as she slid down his body. She started to pull at the 
young man jeans.

"Please Mrs. W. Stop that!" Bret cried.

"Don't worry, don't be embarrassed, I will make it all 
right," Debbie said, on the verge of tears, as she 
struggled within, and with him. She finally got the young 
man's jeans open, as she had to keep batting his hands 
away. Reaching in his pants, she gripped his cock, 
surprised that it was already hard, when she pulled it 
out of his pants.

"Ah nice," Debbie managed, as she lied a little, the 
young man had a smallish cock, but it was stiff as a 
board as she gripped it in her hand, jerking it back and 
forth.

"See, doesn't that feel good?" Debbie purred, but didn't 
have to wait for an answer, as she was suddenly hit with 
a blast of cum, from the young man.

"Oh man, Oh God!" Bret gasped, as he looked at Debbie 
trying to wipe his cum from her eye. "I'm sorry, really I 
didn't mean too."

"Bret it's all right," Debbie mumbled. 

"Ah I have to go really, forget the money," Bret said, as 
Debbie again stopped him.  

"Please Bret, you can do me if you want!" Debbie pleaded, 
as Bret pushed her out of the way, and opened the door.

"Please Bret, do yah, ah... Don't you want to see me 
strip naked?" Debbie screamed out, as Bret made it to the 
front steps. Bret stopped dead in his tracts; turning 
around he looked at Debbie in stunted silence, as she 
waved him back in, his cum dripping down her cheek.

Debbie turned and went into the bathroom to clean up. She 
washed her face and hands quickly. Looking at her face in 
the mirror, she wondered if she had it in her, to go back 
out there.

"Ah Bret," she called out, somewhat hoping for a lack of 
response.

"Here Mrs. W." She heard from the living room. 

"Oh man I have to tell him my first name," Debbie said, 
with a nervous chuckle. "Ok Debbie you can do this, I 
mean, ten bucks he has never saw naked women up close 
before. Plus, they never forget their first. Plus you 
have worked so hard to keep your body in shape." 

With deep breaths, Debbie tried to build up her 
confidence, as she didn't want to break down in front of 
the young man. Debbie finally made her way back into the 
living room.

"Sorry again Mrs. W." Bret mumbled, as he looked down.

"Don't worry, it happens and Bret please call me Debbie, 
all right?" Debbie said, standing in front of him, as he 
sat on the couch. She was also looking directly at the 
large figure standing across the street. Strangely, she 
was a little relieved that he was there, because as long 
as she could see him she knew where he was, and he was 
far enough away, that she figured he couldn't see her 
that well.

"Are you ready?" Debbie asked, as she looked down to 
Bret, who was shaking his head up and down, although she 
wasn't sure if she was only asking Bret.

Debbie looked down at her outfit, with trembling hands 
she slipped the right strap off her shoulder, and her 
right breast popped into view a lot quicker than she 
would have liked. Her eyes looked up at Bret, when she 
heard him gasp. Debbie was mortified, but did her best to 
smile, as she slipped the left strap down, exposing her 
other breast to the young man. 

Bret's eyes were a big a saucers, as if he was trying to 
burn the image of Debbie breasts into his memory. Debbie 
stood with her hands by her side, not really sure what to 
do with them. The heat of his stare was become unbearable 
for Debbie, causing her to turn around. 

After a minute or two to catch her breath, she began 
slowly lifting her tennis skirt, until she heard that 
gasp again, and knew that her naked backside must be 
visible. She stood frozen in that position as she tried 
to muster up some more courage to continue.

Debbie wasn't sure she could expose her pussy to the 
young man, especially in its present state, so when she 
turned around, she quickly slid down on the couch next to 
the flushed young man. 

"Wow Mrs. I mean Debbie, your uh, things are great 
looking." Bret mumbled.

"They're called breasts," Debbie said, as polite as 
possible, as she fought her urge to cover them.

"Breasts right, sorry," Bret said, and then looked away 
in embarrassment. 

Debbie almost felt bad for the shy boy, as he reminded 
her a lot of herself when she was younger. She didn't 
want to ask him if he had ever had any sexual experience 
with a women before, from his actions it was painfully 
obvious. She turned Bret's face back around and told him 
that it was all right. 

Debbie surprised herself by grabbing Bret's hand and 
pressing it to her chest. When she took her hand away, 
Bret just left his hand there. His jaw wide open. 

"You can squeeze them Bret," Debbie whispered, after 
several awkward seconds had past.

"Not like that!" Debbie cried out quickly, when Bret's 
hand clamped down.

"I didn't mean squeeze; I meant caress, here like this," 
she said, as she guided Bret's hand to her breast again.

"See like this, soft and easy," she whispered, as she 
guided the young man hand with hers. Slowly Debbie 
dropped her hand, and Bret was on his own. Debbie slowly 
sank back into the couch, as Bret switched from one 
breast to the other. She closed her eyes and tried to 
journey back to a time, when she was younger, and that 
intense feeling of being felt up for the first time. She 
tried anything to put out of her mind the reality of the 
day's events.  

Debbie was snapped out of her quest, by the unique 
feeling of a hand running down from her breast, over her 
stomach, wondering around the waist of her tennis skirt. 
She felt her skirt rise, fingers dancing on her thigh, 
and then moving closer and closer.

"Oh my god," Bret gasped, matching Debbie's.

Debbie quickly opened her eyes. Bret wore a shocked look 
on his face. Debbie didn't know if it resulted from the 
fact that he just touched her pussy, or that she was 
shaved bare, or maybe it was the simple fact that she 
wasn't wearing panties.

Debbie didn't have the nerve to ask, she just smiled as 
seductively as she could and again guided Bret's hand 
back to her pussy. After a rough start, she figured she 
would show him how she liked to be rubbed. She moved his 
fingers in small circles around her clit. Bret was a slow 
learner, but soon got the idea.

Debbie again sank back against the couch, almost 
unconsciously reaching out with her left hand, rubbing 
the front of Bret's pants, until she found her target. He 
jumped at first, but didn't fight her this time. Debbie 
again closed her eyes, as she drifted back off to another 
place in time.

"Ah...Deb...I gotta go!" Bret screamed out, startling 
Debbie, as the young man sprinted towards the door.

"Wait Bret!" Debbie cried out, as she was confused at 
first, and then quickly noticed her left fingers were wet 
and sticky. She let out a groan, as heard the front door 
slam.

"Oh man," Debbie cried out, as she covered her head with 
a pillow, for several minutes, as the humiliating events 
replayed in her head, before stumbling to the bathroom. 
After washing her hands, she returned to the living room. 

"Well I tried," Debbie cried out, as she knew the voice 
was still there, and was trying a preventive strike. 

"You tried, but failed, don't let it happen again," the 
voice barked.

"Failed! It wasn't fair; this whole thing isn't fair!" 
Debbie screamed into the air.

"No more crying or complaining, you have used up my 
patience," the voice barked.

"Right, your patience," Debbie thought to herself, 
sitting down on the recliner, face in hands. "I just had 
the paperboy cum on me, twice."

"Now we have 3 hours until your haircut," the voice 
barked. "What shall we do?"

"Please leave me alone I haven't done anything to 
anyone," Debbie pleaded. "I'm no good at this."

"Debbie bring the speakerphone into the bedroom," the 
voice said seemingly ignoring Debbie.

Debbie did so, not before checking the lock on the front 
door and pulling the blinds shut. She even open the front 
door and took the spare key from underneath the front 
mat. 

"All set," Debbie moaned, when she entered the bedroom.

"Well I think not," the voice shot.

"What?" Debbie moaned.

"Well it's time to finish what he started," the voice 
barked.

"Ah you lost me," Debbie said, as she sat on the bed.

"Ok Debbie I will make it clear for you," the voice 
hissed. "I want you to slip out of them clothes and lie 
back on the bed and bring yourself to orgasm."

"You want me to play with myself?" Debbie screamed out, 
her stomach fluttering.

She waited for an answer, but none came. Finally Debbie 
fell back on the bed and slipped her clothes off, but 
kept her pumps on. Debbie slid a hand down in between her 
legs and ran her fingers over her pussy lips and started 
to moan wildly. She figured she would fake it, like she 
did in the bathroom earlier, but the voice wasn't buying 
it.

The voice had Debbie assume different poses, each one 
seemingly out of some sick male perspective, on female 
masturbation. Debbie finale position was on her knees, 
shoulders pressed to the bed, both of her hands in 
action, one fingering deep inside her pussy, the other 
rubbing her clit. 

Debbie was totally humiliated, especially when the 
inevitable happened. She finally sank into the bed and 
pulled the covers over her head, hoping and praying that 
when she pulled them back off the day events would all 
have been a bad dream. 



CHAPTER 3: THE HAIRCUT



Debbie heard her name being called out from the 
speakerphone. She had spent the last couple of hours in 
bed, searching for answers to her current dilemma, but 
had seemingly come up empty. 

"Welcome back Debbie, it's time to dress for your 
haircut," the voice boomed, when Debbie pulled the covers 
off her head.

"Ah, I usually just wear sweats," Debbie moaned, as she 
lifted the rest of the covers over her body, realizing 
her prayers, unanswered.

"Not today," the voice boomed. "Let's start with some hot 
shorts, Daisy Dukes seem appropriate."

"Funny, I get it," Debbie groaned, at the voices lame 
joke.

She searched through her clothes, the voice finally 
settling on a pink pair of shorts, which were a little 
too small, at least to Debbie. Next she found her black 
pushup bra, which the voice had no problem with, however 
finding a top took some time. The voice finally led her 
through a systematic cutting up, of a normal white T-
shirt, until the shirt barley covered her black bra.

As Debbie was dressing, the voice also told her exactly 
what it expected her to do with Daisy. None of it really 
surprised Debbie after the morning with the paperboy. 
Although she still wasn't sure she could pull it off.

"Debbie, back into the bathroom," the voice ordered, when 
Debbie was finally dressed.

Back in the bathroom, Debbie stood in front of the full-
length mirror, staring at her reflection. "Isn't this 
outfit a little obvious?" Debbie moaned. "Why don't I 
just wear a shirt that says, FUCK ME, in big letters?"

After adding more make up and a dose of perfume, Debbie 
sat on the couch, nervously awaiting Daisy's arrival. She 
wasn't sure she could go through with it. She looked at 
the picture of her and Daisy on the wall. It wasn't like 
Daisy wasn't attractive. 

She reminded Debbie a lot of Nichole Kidman. She was lean 
and tall, with fair skin, and she had this thing about 
changing her hair color, but to Debbie she had the wrong 
equipment. Debbie still got queasy when she thought about 
two women making love.

Debbie's eyes shifted out the window; the big white truck 
was still there. Debbie sunk deeper into the couch, 
instantly felling like a rat in a cage again. Several 
minutes later, she saw Daisy's car pull into her 
driveway.

"Just remember Debbie, I'm watching and listing, you 
wouldn't want to put your good friend in jeopardy too!" 
The voice barked. "That's what the man in the van is 
for."

The doorbell rang and Debbie stumbled to the door, on 
week knees. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they 
headed for the kitchen. Debbie opened a bottle of wine 
and pulled a chair to the center of the kitchen, as 
previously instructed by the voice. 

Daisy quickly went to work on Debbie's hair, as the two 
swapped stories about their children, as she worked. It 
didn't take Daisy long to finish up, as Debbie really 
only needed a trim. 

"Daisy would you have a glass of wine with me in the 
living room?" Debbie nervously asked.

"Ah I guess, you're paying for the sitter," Daisy 
mumbled.

The two women moved to the couch, Debbie's heart was 
racing, as she was trying to follow the perverted plan 
that the voice had laid out for her to follow.

"Is this how you normally dress around the house Debbie?" 
Daisy mumbled, as if she finally couldn't help herself.

"No, it's just you know, the husband and the kids are 
away."

"Is everything ok Deb?" Daisy interrupted.

"Well not really."

"I knew it, you've been acting strange all day, first on 
the phone and then here," Daisy roared. 

"It's just, ah you know..." Debbie started but just 
couldn't think of how to word it.

"Is it your husband?" Daisy asked.

Debbie just nodded her head, this wasn't what she planned 
and she felt bad about what she was about to say.

"It's just he doesn't do for me what he used too," Debbie 
managed.

"Whose husband does?" Daisy laughed, and then went on to 
tell a long rambled story about how great her sex life 
was when she was younger and then she got married and 
about how things changed. The two traded stories until 
Daisy excused herself, to use the bathroom. Debbie used 
the time to build her courage.

"Well Debbie, If we can settle up I have to go, but call 
me and we will talk," Daisy said when she came out.

"Please Daisy just a few more minutes, ah I have one more 
thing."

"What is Debbie, you're not pregnant again?" Daisy 
moaned.

"No nothing like that," Debbie said, as she pulled Daisy 
down on the couch again. "Well it's just, you know I 
never went to college, and I never had a lot of 
girlfriends."

"I like you too Deb," Daisy said, as she gave Debbie a 
friendly hug. When Daisy went to break free from the hug, 
Debbie held on tight, as she looked up into Daisy's blue 
eyes.

"Hello Deb, it's me Daisy," Daisy whispered, as she felt 
Debbie shaking in her arms.

"I'm sorry!" Debbie cried out, as she slammed back 
against the couch, her hands covering her face.

"I can't fucking do this!" Debbie cried out.

"Debbie what's really wrong?" Daisy whispered, as she 
wrapped her arms around Debbie. "Man you're shaking!"

Debbie cried for several minutes, as Daisy did her best 
to comfort her. Finally Daisy held Debbie's face in her 
hands, as she dried her tears with a tissue. Debbie broke 
free and pressed her lips into her friends. She even held 
her firmly on the shoulders, to prevent her from pulling 
away. Debbie slowly broke the hold, and opened her eyes.

"Well that was interesting," Daisy moaned, which sent 
Debbie back into tears.

"Really Deb, it's all right," Daisy said, as she went 
back to her comforting roll. "I mean what's that saying a 
kiss is just a kiss?"

"Does that mean you didn't like it?" Debbie mumbled.

"No, it just, you know, caught me by surprise, that's 
all, especially from you," Daisy mumbled. "You know our 
husbands are friends, we are friends, and our kids play 
together."

"That's why I figured I could try it with you," Debbie 
mumbled.

"You mean you just want to like fool around, or 
something?" Daisy nervously asked.


"I ah, just wanted to know, you know, what it's like, I 
guess I missed that part when I was younger," Debbie 
rambled.

"So it's not like, you know, you have feelings for me?" 
Daisy groaned. 

"Well yah, I like you as a friend," Debbie moaned.

"Just a friend?" Daisy asked.

"Yah, it's not like I want to leave my husband for you." 
Debbie embarrassingly moaned.

"Oh thank god!" Daisy cried out in relief, as the two 
women hugged.

"Have you ever?" Debbie finally asked, breaking the 
awkward silence.

"Ah a couple of times, when I was in high school, just 
petting though. I really don't think I could, you know, 
go down on a woman," Daisy mumbled.

"Oh," Debbie said, as she hung her head, she also shared 
her friend's opinion.

"Oh Debbie, look at me," Daisy said, as she lifted 
Debbie's chin. "I think I understand."

"I doubt it," Debbie said with a nervous laugh. 

"Listen I really hate to see you like this," Daisy said. 
"So I'll try to help you out."

"You mean."

"I mean if you want to fool around a little, you know, 
touch each other," Daisy muttered.

"Sorry for making you so uncomfortable, you know I 
wouldn't ask you if I didn't have too!" Debbie cried.

"Yah I guess so...Wait, what do you mean you have too?" 
Daisy said as she held Debbie's chin in her hand.

"Ah, I just have to...get it out of my system," Debbie 
said, as she cringed.

"Ok, just no toys, or anything," Daisy said, and the two 
women nervously giggled. "Ok you can kiss me now, this 
time I might even kiss you back."

Debbie closed her eyes, as the two women's lips met, she 
didn't know if she was enjoying the kiss or the fact that 
she had seemingly pulled it off, as a sudden calmness 
fell over her. The two spent some time kissing, before 
Daisy pulled away laughing.

"What, was it all right?" Debbie asked nervously.

"Yah Deb it was fine, you're a good kisser, it's just, ah 
it's just like kissing my sister. Maybe we can move on?" 
Daisy stuttered.

"Ok what's next?" Debbie asked.

"Hey it's your deal!" Daisy cried out.

"Oh yah, ok, ah let's see." Debbie mumbled, as she looked 
at Daisy shirt. She reached out and started to untie the 
bow, her calmness quickly replaced with trepidation, as 
she held the two halves together.

"Ah Debbie what are you doing?" Daisy said, as she held 
the front of her shirt. "I thought we were just going to 
fool around, you know petting.

"I ah, that's what I'm doing, isn't it? Please I just 
need to do this!" Debbie said, as inside she knew she had 
to follow the voice's plan.

"Ok Debbie, I trust you know what you're doing," Daisy 
mumbled.

"Well I don't, but that's the idea," she said, as she 
pulled the shirt open, reveling Daisy's breasts, now only 
covered by a small red bra.

For the second time today, Debbie felt that unique 
feeling of being felt up, for the first time, only this 
time she was doing the feeling up as she caressed Daisy's 
breasts. She pulled at the top of Daisy's strapless bra, 
and pulled it down to her stomach, causing Daisy to gasp.

Debbie's hands were shaking when they returned to Daisy's 
breasts. They were just like Debbie figured, small and 
firm, with small areola and pinkish nipples, which Debbie 
spent some time fondling, as they hardened in her grip. 
She looked up at Daisy, who wore a look of concern.

"Relax Debbie," Debbie moaned, before she shot. "Ah, I 
mean relax Daisy." 

Debbie leaned forward and kissed Daisy's neck, before 
trailing her way down to her breasts. She spent several 
minutes kissing them all over, before getting the courage 
to finally take a hard pink nipple into her mouth. She 
took turns sucking and softly biting each one, for 
several minutes.

"Ah Deb I don't know about this," Daisy moaned, when she 
felt Debbie kissing her way down her stomach. Debbie 
didn't know just what to say to comfort Daisy, especially 
when she started pulling her jeans down. She finally 
pulled them off and tossed them aside. 

"Ah Deb," Daisy moaned out, as Debbie began rubbing her 
hand over Daisy's small red panties.

"Doesn't that feel good?" Debbie moaned.

"C'mon, you know it does, but still," Daisy moaned.

Debbie could see that Daisy was struggling with her own 
emotions as well. Looking at the speakerphone, as if she 
was looking for an excuse. Debbie, thinking fast and in 
one burst of courage, moved Daisy's panties to the side, 
and quickly brought her face down. 

Quickly making contact with her target, causing Daisy to 
audibly moan. Debbie closed her eyes tight, as she began 
licking from the top to the bottom of Daisy's long pussy, 
which was covered in fine red pubic hair.

"Oh Debbie," Daisy moaned. "This wasn't what I had in 
mind."

Debbie wished she didn't say that, because that's exactly 
what she had been thinking the whole time, in fact the 
whole day. Debbie continued to lick at Daisy pussy, 
trying to get use to the foreign taste. As she continued, 
she tried to remember how she liked to be licked, back in 
the day before she had kids, because after that Debbie 
swore off oral sex. She just didn't think a mom should be 
doing that kind of stuff.

Debbie kept her eyes closed, and tried to put out of her 
mind what she was doing, and to whom she was doing it 
too. Debbie seemed to find Daisy's spot, as Daisy grabbed 
Debbie's head and held it, and she began crying out 
rather loudly. 

Daisy also began bucking her hips back and forth. Debbie 
was beginning to panic as her head felt like it was being 
pressed right into Daisy's pussy and soon Debbie wore a 
shinny mask of Daisy's juices. 

Daisy, gasping for air, slowly let go of her head, and 
the two sat up on the couch, next to each other, in 
awkward silence, before the speakerphone caught Debbie's 
eye. 

"Well, I might as well join yah," Debbie finally shot 
out.

Debbie looked at her friend and with a nervous smile 
lifted off her T-shirt and then quickly unsnapped her 
bra, before she could even think about it.

"Oh yah, ah nice tits Debbie, but I have to use the 
bathroom first," Daisy said, as she rushed for the 
bathroom.

When Daisy shut the door behind her, the voice reminded 
Debbie that there was no turning back now and she better 
get naked. Debbie just shook her head, as she knew the 
voice was right, as much as she didn't like it. Debbie 
slipped off her pink shorts and noticed she had a small 
wet spot in the crotch. 

"Oh my," she moaned, as she used the shorts to wipe the 
extra moister, between her legs. She was more than a 
little embarrassed that she had become aroused, and she 
didn't want Daisy to find out just how much, although her 
sexual scent filled the room.

Daisy suddenly opened the bathroom door and was met by 
the naked Debbie, who gave her a small kiss. "I have to 
freshen up too, and then we can continue."

In the bathroom, Debbie looked at her reflection in the 
mirror. She gasped, as her face was still shining from 
her earlier actions. She washed her face with cold water, 
somewhat surprised that steam didn't rise off her face, 
as it was burning hot. 

"Ok Debbie, we have come this far, someday maybe you will 
be able to explain all this to her," Debbie said to 
herself, before taking a deep breath, for courage. 

"Ok Daisy, I'm ready!" Debbie cried out, when she opened 
the door. "Daisy?"

Debbie raced to the window, just in time to see Daisy's 
taillights racing down her street.

"Ah what the fuck!" Debbie cried out.

"Well that two strikes," the voice quickly bellowed from 
the speakerphone.

"Fuck that!"

"And fuck me, I know," the voice interrupted.

"Yah fuck you, and your an fucking asshole, how's that." 
Debbie snapped.

"Predictable, rejection is a bitch," the voice hissed.

"How will I ever explain this?" Debbie cried out. "Oh my 
god! What if she thinks I did it, just to get out of 
paying her!"

"Like the paperboy, but don't worry about that now, you 
have more important things to think about," the voice 
boomed.

"Please, I mean how much more do you think I can take, 
you're ruining my frigging life!" Debbie shot out.

"Well I think I have one finale task in me, and I hope 
you do too."

"Really, just one more?" Debbie groaned, but was not real 
happy about it.

"Yes, but you can't fail this one, or it's three strikes 
and then..." The voice hissed.

"I know, please you're not helping," Debbie moaned, as 
she looked at her family's picture.

"I know what you need, to relax in a nice hot bath," the 
voice hissed.

"Oh yah that's what I need," Debbie said sarcastically, 
as she remembered that's exactly how this humiliating day 
started off.

"Get going," the voice barked.

Debbie started the tub, adding some bubbles for 
protection, as she was suddenly becoming painfully aware 
of her naked state. Settling into the tub, she almost 
laughed, as she thought the voice might have actually 
been right about the hot bath. 

Her jovial state didn't last long however, as she soon 
found herself using the water out of the faucet to 
masturbate, per the voice's request. She even had to get 
intimate with her son's Mr. Bubbles bottle, while his 
rubber ducky was never happier.



CHAPTER 4: THE FINAL TASK



Debbie was ordered out of the bath, by the voice, and for 
the second time today, she had to dry off and then 
massage in body lotion, all in front of the mirror. 
Debbie wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the 
kitchen, carrying the speakerphone. She set it up on the 
kitchen table and nervously took a seat. 

"Are you ready for your last task?" The voice bellowed. 

"Yah," Debbie lied, still flustered from her perverted 
bath show.

"Ok it's simple, I want you to get your personal phone 
book," the voice boomed. 

"My phone book, ok it's right here," Debbie said, a 
little confused, as she got the little green book that 
had their families and friend's phone numbers in it. 

"Ok it goes like this, I want you to call up one of the 
people in the book, have them come over, serve them 
dinner, and then serve them yourself," the voice barked. 

"Oh simple," Debbie said sarcastically. "Yah I'll just 
call them up, you wanna come over and fuck me, so some 
sicko can watch." 

"Debbie you're wasting time, you have one hour, and 
remember you can't fail this task, also remember I'm 
listening, one false move and Game Over," the voice 
roared. 

"I get it!" Debbie cried out. 

Debbie sat in stunned silence, before she flipped through 
the book, back and forth, reading off name after name. 
She finally copied down four names and numbers from the 
book that she thought she might be able to get to come 
over, on short notice. 

"This can't be happening," Debbie cried out, starting to 
panic. She also was suddenly reminded of the simple fact 
that she hadn't had sex with another man in over eight 
years. 

She stared at their names, as she reached for the phone, 
but just couldn't dial the numbers. She finally mustered 
some courage by looking at the refrigerator that was 
decorated in pictures that her boys had drawn, and dialed 
an old boy friend's number, but it was disconnected. 

"That figures, that bum never paid his bills," Debbie 
moaned. 

Debbie dialed the next number, it was her car mechanics, 
but the phone was picked up by a female voice, so she 
quickly hung up. 

"Ah, that guy would have gotten grease all over me 
anyways," Debbie groaned. 

The next number was her younger cousin's. She always 
thought he showed her more affection than he should have, 
when they were younger. As sick as it made her feel, she 
mustered up her courage and invited him over to eat, when 
he answered, but he said he was going out with the boys 
and hung up, before Debbie could even beg. 

"I can't believe I was thinking about fucking my cousin!" 
Debbie cried out, as she read the last name on her list 
over and over. 

"Oh man, Jack Sumner," she groaned, as just thinking 
about him made her skin crawl. Jack was a good friend of 
her husband, who has given them a lot of business over 
the years, and he had also given Debbie many an 
uncomfortable stare. He was also the hug and kisses type 
that Debbie hated. 

Debbie suddenly shook, when she remembered the time she 
was coming out of the garage, carrying two gallons of 
milk and Jack rushed up to her. Debbie thought he was 
offering his assistance, but instead he took the 
opportunity to slip a hand into Debbie's shirt as he 
copped himself a cheep feel. 

Debbie picked up the phone again and called her cousin 
again, but only got the machine. 

"Fucking fag," Debbie cried, as she slammed the phone 
down. "Yah, you go out with the boys, when you could have 
come over and..." 

Debbie slammed her head down on the table. "Man, what the 
fuck am I doing?" 

Debbie spent some time pacing the floor back and forth. 
Looking at the clock, she knew she had run out of time 
and alternatives. Seemingly in an act of desperation, she 
picked up the phone and called Jack's number. 

"Hello." 

"Hello Jack, it's Debbie." 

"Oh Debbie, hi what's up?" 

"Nothing really, Jack." 

"Everything all right?" 

"Yah I guess, a little lonely maybe." 

"Yah well Debbie, hubby will be home tomorrow." 

"Yah I know, it's just I made this great lasagna, and 
well I hate to eat alone." 

"Yah, I know what you mean." 

"So what do yah say Jack?" 

"Are you asking me over?" 

"Yah, you like lasagna right?" 

"That's not all I like," Jack said, which made Debbie 
squirm in her seat. 

"So I'll see yah in a little while?" 

"I don't know Deb, I have a date later, need a little, 
well you know." 

"Please Jack!" 

"I don't know, she's a sure thing." 

"Please Jack, you won't be disappointed." Debbie mumbled. 

"Really, will yah even wear the gold dress?" 

"Ah the gold dress," Debbie moaned. "Sure I guess." 

"I'll see yah in an hour," Jack said, after a brief 
silent moment. 

Debbie put down the phone and slumped in her chair. She 
had been embarrassed before, but this was a new low. She 
just proposition her own husband's friend, and of all 
people, Jack Sumner. 

She sat up in the chair, as her stomach turned when she 
pictured Jack naked. Jack was a stocky man in his 
forties, and once Debbie saw him with his shirt off, and 
to her, it looked like he was wearing a fur coat. 
Suddenly the phone rang and Debbie jumped, before slowly 
answering it. 

"Very good Debbie, now let's make some lasagna," the 
voice boomed. "Now Debbie take off the towel and put on 
the apron that's hanging on the stove, and get to work." 

Debbie started to make dinner wearing just the apron and 
her high heels, as she almost laughed at the voice's 
perversion level. She put the lasagna in the oven and put 
some corn on low, finally she put some bread sticks on 
the oven's top, and opened a bottle of wine. 

"Ok, let's check out the gold dress," the voice barked, 
just as Debbie was about to sit back down. 

Debbie cringed, as she almost forgot about that part. 
Debbie made her way into the bedroom and found the gold 
dress in the back of her clothes closet, and quickly 
slipped it on. She shook her head when she remembered the 
one and only time she wore the dress. Her husband bought 
her the dress to wear, when they had to meet some 
important clients. 

When she tried it on, she found out why, as the thing 
barley covered her body in any and all directions. It was 
too low cut in the front and back and was too short, 
although her husband, and his clients' didn't seem to 
think so. It was an incredibly long night for Debbie, as 
she was ashamed that her husband would use her seemingly 
as a trophy wife. 

Debbie slipped on the small gold panties that went with 
the dress and headed for the bathroom mirror once again. 
The voice made Debbie shift and turn into all sorts of 
positions in the skimpy dress, each one causing Debbie to 
cringe. 

Finally when the voice had seemingly had its fun, and had 
given the dress its seal of approval, Debbie brought the 
speakerphone into the living room and set it up on the 
coffee table and nervously waited for Jack's appearance. 

A short time later the doorbell rang and rang; it took 
several tries before Debbie staggered to the door. 

"Hi Jack, thanks for coming over," Debbie said in her 
cheeriest voice, as she open the door. 

"Brought a bottle of wine," Jack said, as he gave her a 
small kiss on the cheek. 

"Come on in," a stunned Debbie said, as she was surprised 
that he brought a bottle of wine, as he always drank 
their booze, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, usually 
he tries for the lips. 

"Dinners almost ready," Debbie said, as she led Jack into 
the kitchen. 

"Looking forward to it, you were always a good cook," 
Jack said, as he opened the wine. Debbie drank a glass 
down in record time and poured another, her plan was 
simple, let the alcohol work its magic. 

The two sat down and ate, Debbie was doing her best to be 
friendly and not talk about her husband, or Jack's wife, 
even though they were separated. It even seemed like Jack 
was following the same plan, as a result the dinner 
conversation was brutally awkward. 

Debbie cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, none 
to surprised that Jack didn't even offer to help. He just 
seemed intent on watching her every move, in the sexy 
dress. The two moved into the living room and settled in 
on the couch. 

"How's the wine?" Jack said, as he poured Debbie another 
glass. 

"Good," Debbie lied. 

"It should be, it cost 30 dollars," Jack moaned. 

Debbie had all she could do to not laugh in his face. She 
was still asking herself, "Why she called Jack?" 

"So Debbie, why don't you tell me why you really called 
me," Jack said, with an evil grin. 

"I ah," Debbie managed, as she knew the question signaled 
the beginning of the game, and Debbie was hoping that she 
would be more inebriated, before they got to this point. 

"The wines great, but wouldn't a Crown hit the spot right 
about now?" Debbie said, as she went to the liquor 
cabinet and came back with two snifter glasses full of 
Crown Royal. 

"Hey thanks Debbie, I didn't know you drank Crown," Jack 
said with a smile. 

"There are a lot of things that you don't know about me," 
Debbie teased, but hated herself for doing so. 

"I bet," Jack said with another smile. "Like what?" 

"Like for one," Debbie said, as he gulped a sip of Crown, 
which burned her lungs. "Like I never really minded that 
you always flirted with me." 

"Really? Well you hid it well." Jack snapped. 

"Yah, I hide a lot of things well," Debbie moaned. 

"Yah I know, like the simple fact that you like to hide 
that luscious body of yours." Jack said with a sly smile. 
"In fact, stand up for a sec, and let me take a closer 
look at you, in my favorite dress." 

After an another gulp, Debbie stood up and offered an 
awkward smile, as she really hated the way he looked at 
her, like he was always mind fucking her. Jack had her 
turn around slowly until she was all the way around. 

"And there is that ass," Jack shot, which caused Debbie 
to turn back around. 

Jack reached out a grabbed Debbie's hand. "Debbie, you 
were carved out of stone by a sex maniac!" He oozed, as 
he kissed her hand. Just the kiss sent shivers down 
Debbie's back, never mind his one liner. 

"Hey let's dance," Jack said, as he moseyed over to the 
stereo. Debbie's heart was pounding, as she always hated 
to dance with Jack, as he had a bad case of wandering 
hands. The sounds of soft music bounced off the walls, as 
Jack grabbed Debbie's hand and pulled her close to him. 

The two dance for a while, as Debbie had to fight her 
urge to slap his face, as his hands were doing their own 
dance, over Debbie's back and lightly over her ass. 

"Ah that's enough dancing," Debbie cried out, when she 
felt Jack's hand wander under her dress, pressing against 
her gold panties. 

"Oh Debbie, just some harmless fun," Jack mumbled. 

"Yah I know Jack," Debbie said, as she wondered how she 
was going to go through with it, if she couldn't even 
stand to dance with him. She immediately went to the back 
to the liquor cabinet, as she figured alcohol was her 
only answer. She sank back down on the couch with Jack, 
who immediately moved closer. Jack slowly moved his hands 
up to the back of Debbie's head and caressed the back of 
Debbie's short hair. 

"Love the hair Debbie, short and so sexy, like you," Jack 
whispered into her ear. Debbie only snickered at his 
comment. 

"Man you are tough," Jack said, as he stood up. "You 
change colors quicker than a stoplight." 

"Jack I'm sorry, I'm just nervous, you know I never." 
Debbie groaned. 

"Never, man you have two kids," Jack shot. 

"No, you know, never cheated, since I was married," 
Debbie moaned. 

"Oh is that what your worried about. What you think your 
husband hasn't?" 

Jack's comment hit Debbie like a tone of bricks, as her 
husband had promised her that his cheating ways were over 
when they got married, although Debbie wasn't that naive. 
She knew in her heart that he may have cheated, a time or 
two, as he did have a wondering eye, and she also knew 
that's exactly how she got together with her husband in 
the first place. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Jack said, as 
leaned down and wiped away a tear from Debbie face. Jack 
also leaned forward and found her lips with his. Debbie 
stomach turned, as he increased pressure, and soon his 
tongue was searching for hers. He pulled her to her feet 
and wrapped his arms around her. The two were soon locked 
in a sloppy wet kiss. Jack's tongue exploring every inch 
of Debbie's mouth. 

Jack's sudden movements startled Debbie, when he spun her 
around and crashed back onto the couch. 

"Debbie you're a great kisser, really got me going," Jack 
said, as he rubbed his hand over the front of his pants. 
Debbie couldn't help but notice the large bulge that had 
tented the front of his pants. 

"Thanks," Debbie moaned, scared of what his pants were 
concealing.

"Now Debbie, dance for me," Jack hissed.

"Ah dance," Debbie said, as she started to move her hips 
back in forth. "Like this?" 

Debbie continued her awkward dance, as she felt like a 
rookie on amateur night. Jack suddenly grabbed her by the 
waist and spun her around and pulled her back on his lap. 

"Ah yes, now this what I was talking about!" Jack said 
excitingly, as Debbie was doing her best to get off his 
lap, as she could feel his hard cock, poking at her 
backside. Finally breaking free she stood back up, and 
continued her swaying. 

"That's nice Debbie, but do me a favor, lose the dress," 
Jack hissed. 

Debbie instantly felt like a cheep whore, normally she 
would have slapped him for that. In fact she would have 
even slapped her husband, if he ever talked to her like 
that. 

Debbie kept dancing, stalling for time, as Jack kept 
chanting, "take it off." Over and over. 

Debbie was thankful that the booze was kicking in, 
because she felt almost numb as she reached up and 
slipped the strap off her right shoulder and then slid 
off the left. She spun around and wiggled her hips, she 
figured if she was really going to do this then she would 
at least tease the Asshole first. 

Debbie slowly let the dress fall off the front of her 
body, as she looked over her shoulder at Jack, who was 
sitting back on the couch, with an amorous smile on his 
face. 

Debbie continued her dancing, her back towards Jack, as 
she finally let the dress slip off. It gathered around 
her ankles, until she kicked it to the side. She was now 
dancing in only her gold panties and black heels. She 
covered her breasts with her hands and spun around. 

She kept spinning around showing a little and then 
turning back around again. She had her back to Jack, as 
she shuffled back towards him, as she was shaking her 
gold panties, just inches from his face. She started to 
shuffle forward again when Jack grabbed her by the waist, 
tossing her on the couch. 

"Teasing time is over, Bitch!" Jack snapped, as his body 
weight slammed on top of Debbie. 

Debbie's head spun with emotions, and alcohol, as she 
felt Jack take her left nipple in his mouth. She closed 
her eyes tight and tried her zone out method again, as 
she realized that she had gone to far to turn back now. 

Jack spent some time sucking on Debbie's puffy nipples, 
before sliding down Debbie's stomach. Jack threw both of 
Debbie's legs over his shoulder and grabbed Debbie's 
panties by the waistband and quickly slid them down her 
smooth legs. He held them by his nose and took a deep 
breath, before throwing them on the floor. 
Jack held both of Debbie's legs in his hand, slowly 
fanning them back in forth, before slowly dropping a leg 
of the couch and slipping one over his shoulder. 

"Ah shaved Debbie, who knew?" Jack moaned, as his face 
was only inches from her pussy. He spent some time 
kissing and licking around her pussy, finally in a sudden 
move, drove into Debbie's pussy, causing her whole body 
to shake. Jack's tongue moved with furious accuracy, as 
if he remembered how long and how much he had wanted 
this. Debbie also couldn't help but notice, as she was no 
longer in her zone. 

Her eyes looked down in horror, as it seemed like Jack 
was crazy with lust, as his tongue was darting in and 
out. His fingers were also hard at work, first one and 
then two. Debbie started to plead with Jack to stop, as 
she fought against her body's reaction, to his lusty 
actions. Debbie's head was swimming in ecstasy, as her 
body convulsed. 

"Please, I can't take any more!" Debbie cried, as she 
experienced a series of powerful orgasms, which had been 
a mixture of pleasure and pain, as she felt guilty that 
Jack could make her feel so. 

Debbie was still recovering, when she felt Jack climbing 
up her body. She felt her breast's being licked and 
sucked again and then felt Jacks lips on hers, but Jack 
kept climbing up her body. 

Debbie soon found out why, when she saw that Jack had his 
pants off and his large throbbing cock was now poking 
right at her face. Debbie tried to move her face out of 
the way, but Jack was persistent and soon she opened her 
mouth, just to stop it from being rubbed and slapped 
against her face. 

"That's it, suck my cock," Jack hissed. "Suck my cock, 
you little whore wannabe." 

Debbie tried to relax, but his large cock invading her 
mouth, was causing her gag reflex to work overtime. It 
didn't help when Jack started pumping his hips back and 
forth. Debbie was starting to panic, from a lack of air 
and from Jack's increasing excitement, as she had never 
had someone release in her mouth before. 

Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, as Jack slid down her 
body, a couple of minutes later, but it was short lived, 
as she felt Jack quickly enter her wet pussy. Jack was 
the largest, by far, of any lover Debbie had ever had. 
She instantly felt like she was being torn apart, as she 
let out a piercing shriek. 

Jack seemed to be turned on by Debbie's pleas, as he 
picked up speed and the depth of his thrusts. Debbie felt 
defenseless under his body weight. She also found herself 
on the verge of yet another orgasm, which really made her 
panic, because she had never been able to do that with 
her husband before. 

"Please Jack, oh please," Debbie moaned, as she wanted 
him to stop, but Jack must have taken that as 
encouragement as he was now fucking Debbie with an 
unbridled intensity. Soon Debbie's pain was replaced by 
pleasure, as her body betrayed her mind. Her body 
convulsing in orgasmic bliss.

"That's it cum for me baby," Jack teased, as Debbie's 
body slowed. "See why they call me, Jack Hammer!"

Debbie was relieved, when Jack finally stopped and rolled 
off of her, after a couple of deep strokes. She took 
several deep breaths, but she soon found herself up on 
the couch, facing the window, her legs spread wide apart. 

"Ok Debbie Get ready, I'm about to get real sinful on 
your ass!" Jack hissed, as he forcefully entered Debbie 
from behind. 

"OW JACK!" Debbie cried out, as he drove deeper and 
deeper. The sounds of slapping skin soon drowned out the 
soft music playing in the background. Debbie was becoming 
increasingly light headed, as the alcohol and the day's 
events were taking their toll. Debbie sighed every time 
Jack stopped, as she thought he was finished, but instead 
he would just toss her into another position. 

Debbie soon lost track of the number of different 
positions Jack had fucked her in. She was almost semi-
conscious when she felt Jack's hot cum pouring onto her 
breasts. She only remembered the evil look on his face, 
as he did so, time after time. 

Debbie's next recollection was waking up near dawn, her 
head throbbing, but her pussy throbbing worse. She 
stumbled into the bathroom on sore legs and by passed 
looking in the mirror, as she vaguely remembered Jack 
coming on her face several times. Debbie turned the water 
on as hot as it would go, and scrubbed her body 
thoroughly, as she could still smell and feel Jack. She 
was only thankful that she couldn't taste Jack as well. 

Debbie dried off and stumbled back into bed, and drifted 
back to sleep, not waking up until several hours later. 
Debbie's heart warmed looking at the clock, it was 11:am 
and her husband would be home in a couple hours. Debbie's 
head was still spinning with questions; none of which she 
knew the answers too. She slipped on her silk robe and 
stumbled into the living room, stopping dead in her 
tracks, when she saw the speakerphone. 

"Oh shit!" she moaned. "Hey are you still there?" 

Debbie slowly grabbed the phone and put it to her ear, 
hitting the call button, the phone went dead, and Debbie 
fell back onto the couch. 

"Hey, If you're still watching!" Debbie screaming into 
the air, as she waved her middle fingers in the air. 
Debbie was startled by the doorbell ringing and even more 
startled when she went to the front door. The paperboy 
was standing there with two older boys, one which she 
noticed, had him in an arm lock. 

"Ah Excuse Me, Mrs. W. But do you remember me I used to 
cut your grass?" A tough looking young man dressed in 
black asked. 

Debbie was a little stunned at the boys' sudden 
appearance and she was a little embarrassed to see the 
paperboy after what happen yesterday. She looked over the 
other boys, they were both tall, one was dressed up 
nicely, in a shirt and tie, but the one that was doing 
the talking, was really mean looking. His eyes were as 
black as coal, and his voice as rough as sandpaper. His 
baldhead and V-shaped goatee weren't helping Debbie's 
composer any either, and she was sure that her husband, 
had always cut their grass. 

"This is my younger brother," the tough looking boy 
moaned, smacking the paperboy upside the head, "and this 
is my friend Tony." 

"Ah... Hi," Debbie managed, as she instinctively clutched 
her robe. 

"Well sorry to bother you, but you see we have a little 
problem here." the tough looking boy said, looking at 
Debbie's clutched robe. 

Debbie was having trouble breathing, as she listened to 
the boy. 

"You see my brother here is a bit of a liar, and his last 
lie included you," the tough boy said, as the boys made 
their way into the front hall. "You see, he said that, 
well you offered to let him see you naked, like you were 
some sort of exhibitionist, he even described your 
breasts in full detail." 

"Oh my," Debbie sighed, with a blush. 

"Yah, you see the way we figure it, Bro here owes you an 
apology, of course there's a slim chance that it did 
happen," the tough boy teased. 

Debbie just looked at them in stunned silence. 

"That's what I thought," the tough looking man moaned, 
before slapping his brother's face. "Now apologize fool." 

"Owww, you're hurting me, please for once I didn't lie!" 
The boy said, with a freighting squeal, before another 
slap found its mark.

"Please stop it!" Debbie pleaded. "Ah, he might have been 
right." 

"What?" Both the tall boys said, seemingly 
simultaneously. 

"No it was just, I ah had a little too much to drink, and 
I may have flashed him a little," was the best that 
Debbie could muster. 

"I don't know, she might be just trying to save your Bro, 
from an ass-kicking," the other boy growled. 

"Yah there is no way a woman like you, would ever let 
someone like my Bro, see them naked." The tough boy said, 
as he smacked his brother in the face again. 

"Please, ah, yah, it was just a," Debbie mumbled, as if 
her mouth was dried up. 

"Prove it," the tough looking boy interrupted. 

"What?" Debbie screamed. 

"Well he told us, in some detail, about your breasts, 
let's see if he was right," the boy barked. 

"You're kidding me right," Debbie said, with a nervous 
laugh. 

"No, let's see what's under the robe," the tough boy 
said, as he pulled at the robe. "Show us your tits." 

"But I'm totally naked under the robe," Debbie cried, as 
she backed away. 

"Even better," the tough looking boy said, as he licked 
his lips, and moved closer. 

Debbie felt like running, but she had backed herself 
literally and figuratively into a corner, as she was now 
standing against the far wall, as the three boys blocked 
her way into her living room. 

"Well let's go, if you did it once," the tough looking 
boy snapped. 

Debbie's hands trembled, as she fidgeted with her robe, 
"please will you just leave, my husband is coming home 
soon!" 

"Well then you better get it over with, because we aren't 
leaving until we know the truth!" The tough looking boy 
snapped. 

Debbie trembled as she untied her robe. Looking down at 
the floor; Debbie opened the robe, and quickly flashed 
the boys. 

"Ok there, now please leave," Debbie mumbled, as she 
tried to make her way into the living room. 

"I don't think so," the tough looking boy said, blocking 
her way. "Much to fast, in fact he said you showed him 
your ass as well, so why don't you just lose the robe all 
together." 

"What?" Debbie snapped, as she flashed the paperboy a 
look that could kill. While  the tough looking boy began 
tugging at her robe, as if he was growing impatient. 

"Ok, Ok!" Debbie screamed, "but if I do it, you promise 
to leave." 

"Just do it!" The tough looking boy screamed. 

A startled Debbie, slowly let the robe fall open in the 
front, before slipping it off each shoulder and dropping 
it to the floor. The tough looking boy quickly picking it 
up and folded it up over his arm. Debbie now stood stark 
naked in front of the boys, as she covered her breasts 
with an arm and her crotch with the other. 

"God I love the don't look at me, I'm naked dance," the 
tough looking boy moaned. "Ok enough, put your hands on 
top of your head." 

Debbie just shook her head from side to side, a small 
tear rolling down her cheek. 

"Look I will ask one more time and then." 

"Ok please, just leave the other one alone." Debbie 
mumbled, as she saw that the paperboy was openly crying 
too. 

"Ok, get Dip-shit out of here, he doesn't deserve a look, 
fucking crybaby," the tough boy groaned, as the other boy 
threw the paperboy out the front door. 

Debbie was frantic, as the two boys looked her over, 
especially when she slowly raised her hands away, after 
the tough looking boy raised his fist to her.

"Well what do you know, Dip-shit might have been right 
after all, look at those nice puffy nipples," he said, 
before he reached out and squeezed her left breast a 
couple of times before Debbie batted his hand away.

"Please leave!" Debbie pleaded, which brought out 
laughter from the duo.

"Nice Tits lady, but sadly I'm an ass man, so let's turn 
around a put your hands on the wall," the tuff boy 
barked. 

Debbie did so, almost happy to be away from their stares. 
She also figured the boy had been arrested a time or two, 
as he was now kicking her legs apart. Debbie listened as 
they traded lewd comments about her ass, and what they 
wanted to do to it. She tried to turn back around, but a 
strong arm to the back, was keeping her in place. She 
felt hands groping her ass. She then gasped when she felt 
her ass cheeks spread apart. 

"Oh Man! This bitch is shaved!" The other boy cried. 

"Oh wow, let me see!" The tough boy said with excitement. 
"Yah, it's great you can see everything, watch when I 
pull on the sides, look how it opens up." 

"Look at that, we hit pink!" the other boy cried. "Look 
at how tight her asshole is, man that would be fun." 

Debbie was hysterical, as she thought she was about to be 
raped by the duo. She felt the back of her head being 
pulled back. 

"Well, well, who knew we had an old slut living in our 
neighbor hood," the tuff looking boy hissed into her ear, 
his hands full of Debbie's breasts. "Listen I have to go 
to my grandmothers, it being Sunday in all, but I will be 
back to fuck the shit out of you latter, and that ass 
won't be so tight after I'm done with it." 

He finished his statement by giving Debbie a smack on the 
ass, before he made his way out. Debbie sank to the 
floor, as she watched the two boys exit out the front 
door. She looked around for her robe and then like in 
slow motion, she remembered the tough looking boy had her 
robe around his arm when they left, like some sort of 
souvenir. Debbie rushed to lock the front door, and then 
crawled into the living room. 

Debbie sank down on the couch, feeling as low as she had 
all weekend. She seemingly didn't even have the strength 
to shed tears anymore. She just sat there trying to 
figure out how one phone call could have done so much 
damage. 

Debbie heard the speakerphone rattling. When she leaned 
forward she thought she heard her name, through the 
static. She was puzzled at first and then realized the 
batteries must be fading, as she broke into insane 
laughter. 

Debbie rose up of the couch, as if some sort of force 
took over her naked body. She went to her kid's room and 
came back to the living room carrying her son's baseball 
bat. Debbie looked down at the speakerphone, and then in 
a hitting display that would have made Ted Williams 
proud, laid waste to it. 

Debbie stumbled into the bathroom next, taking one last 
look at her naked, baseball bat swinging self, before 
unleashing a fatal blow to the bathroom mirror. Debbie 
was surprised that there wasn't some sort of camera or 
something behind it, when it shattered to the floor. 

Debbie seemingly still in her trance, went into her 
bedroom and got her private papers and the strong box 
that include the families important documents, and put 
them in the trunk of her car. Then she got her husband's 
strongbox, followed by the photo albums, and her son's 
favorite toy box. Finally she took the picture off the 
wall, of her mom, and put them all in the trunk. 

Debbie made her way into her bedroom and put on her 
favorite pair of sweats and her fuzzy bunny slippers. She 
went to the garage and threw her husband's golf clubs in 
the back seat, before backing her car across the street, 
ironically enough in the same spot the white truck had 
been parked. 

Debbie raced back across the street, back into her 
garage; after some searching Debbie finally spotted the 
gasoline bottle. She brought it into the house and poured 
its contents from one end of the house to the other. 
Using a stick match, she lit the gas, and was suddenly 
knocked off her feet, by the sudden explosion, that 
rocked the house. 

Debbie stumbled to her feet, and made her way back to her 
car. Debbie sat on the trunk of the car, as she watched 
her one time dream home, which in one weekend turned into 
the house of horrors, burn. 

Debbie wasn't sure if she would ever know who was behind 
the voice, although she had her suspicions, but she was 
sure that she wasn't going let it ruin her life. She also 
knew that she wasn't going to be the laughingstock of the 
neighborhood. 

She sat there watching the flames burst through the 
windows, sirens off in the distance. She suddenly thought 
about her husband, it was his goal to move his family to 
a warmer climate, and a better neighborhood. 

"Well hubby, looks like we pack up the family and move to 
Beverly Hills, after all." Debbie said, as a tear rolled 
down her cheek, another quickly joined it, when she saw 
her husband's car racing down the street. 

The End. 

Hope you enjoyed reading my story. 
stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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