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Cuntabeast

Part I

By: Phil Phantom
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This story is set in the American heartland in the early 1980's, centered on
a mid-size manufacturing facility situated outside a major city.

The 350+ employees of WAAM-9 (Winters Automotive Accessories Manufacturing
Plant Number Nine) were unique in manufacturing and were even unique among
the nine plants that made up the WAAM chain of small plants set up in each
marketing region.

In the early sixties, Clayton Winters closed the original WAAM plant that
made his fortune and created his empire, but kept most of the key people.
The mid and upper-level managers of WAAM-9 were now old white men, none
older or whiter than Clayton Winters himself at seventy-eight. Calyton had
reached a milestone of sorts--he weighed his age. The others were under
sixty-five, but over fifty-five. They all shared one common interest: they
were a horny lot that loved young pussy.

For Clayton Winters, plant nine was a gift to himself and his people. Only
thirty-five of the original eighty-two still remained, but those thirty-five
had it made at plant nine. Clayton hired young people just out of high
school; for the most part, an equal mix of male and female workers. He kept
wages low with few opportunities for advancement. This was to encourage
turn-over. The few areas where a woman could earn a descent wage were
reserved for women of exceptional beauty--young newlyweds, mostly--women who
were carefully screened before being hired.

Winters had created a sexual wonderland where horny young women worked
alongside hornier young men, supervised by extremely horny and accomplished
seducers with unprecedented management power for a work force in the
enlightened eighties. As a gift to himself, he had the new plant wired with
state-of-the-art surveillance equipment and kept the system up to date.
Plant nine was a human version of a hamster habitat with roughly
three-hundred and fifty hamsters.

Winters introduced three people to the mix that were not part of the
original team. They all came on board shortly after plant nine went into
operation. Greg Stoner and Max McGee had just retired from the U.S. Marine
Corps and were instrumental in securing a top secret government contract for
the WAAM-9 plant just before leaving a Pentagon procurement agency.

Bonnie Ange was hired right out of high school. Those three kept things
stirred up nicely in the early years; but were, by 1981, more of a
liability. With government pressure to darken and gender-balance the
management team to keep winning government contracts, Greg and Max were
looking at the door just as they were nearing eligibility for a second
retirement.

In an effort to thin his management ranks, Clayton began cracking down on
sexual misconduct, being very selective about who he cracked down on. Some
could get away with rape, while others couldn't scratch their balls without
being called on the carpet. Greg and Max had very itchy balls, but couldn't
scratch.

With no balls to scratch, Bonnie was better situated. She had also made
herself indispensable as a screener of female applicants. She had the
uncanny ability to observe prospective new-hires being interviewed and tell
whether they would fit in or be trouble. Her batting average was one-hundred
percent after five years of overseeing the screening process. The only
mistakes they'd made were when they ignored Bonnie's advice. As a result,
she hadn't been ignored in over a year, a her position was quite secure.

* * *

Monday, June 15th, 1981:

Greg Stoner and Max McGee sat in the company cafeteria staring at the most
luscious sitting profile they'd seen in their combined one-hundred and
twenty two years. Beautiful women and sexy women were plentiful at WAAM-9,
but beautiful sexy women were rare.

The object of their attention looked like she belonged on a high-fashion
modeling magazine or would be right at home as a Hustler centerfold doing a
beaver spread. She had that lady and the tramp look that thousand-dollar
hookers have. She was the type seen on the arm of bachelor movie stars
attending the Oscars, rarely seen in person, and never seen at a
manufacturing facility in common street clothes.

Greg said, "Max, would you look at the gams on that new bitch?"

"How can I not look? The last time I saw gams like that was on the side of a
B-24. Christ, where did old man Winters find a dame like that? She's finer
than frog hair."

"Who does she remind you of? Think way back to Camp Pendelton when we were
with the First Marines."

"Joy? Yeah, that's Joy, but Joy never looked that good."

"She did when I married her. You saw her after half the girenes at Camp
Pendelton finished with her."

"That's true. That first wife of yours sure could strap on a leatherneck."

"She wasn't like that when we shipped out for Guam. When we shipped out, she
was a recent ex-virgin with one notch on her gun, and it was my notch and my
gun."

"Well, I got news for you, buddy. When we returned from Iwo Jima, she'd done
whittled that gun to a community property pea shooter. Sticking a dick in
her was like opening a window and fucking the world."

"I've been doing some checking on this one. She and Joy are like peas in a
pod. She was pampered, spotless record, straight 'A' student, art major,
married her high school sweetheart after one year of college. They just got
married, by the way, last month. Her old man is no broke-ass Marine, but
he's almost as good. He's still a student. They live in a cheap apartment
and she drives a clunker. Ten to one, she lost her cherry on her honeymoon
and thinks her sweetie has the only dick she'll ever want or need."

"What the hell are you cookin' up? She's in purchasing, not accounting. I
already checked."

"I know. I interviewed her. Bonnie turned thumbs-down on that one. Can you
believe that shit?"

"So what's she doing here?"

"Purchasing hired her on Bonnie's recommendation. I think Bonnie wants a
pet, or purchasing wants to start their own stable."

"From what I hear, they fucked up."

"They did, but I can take her down the same path Joy went down. I've talked
to her a few times, and it was like talking to Joy. I know how she thinks,
what she thinks, and how she'll respond."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? You ain't no spring chicken, jarhead.
Don't take offense, but you're uglier than me."

"You really know how to hurt a guy. No, I'm not talking about sweeping her
off her feet, I'm talking seduction. The guy that got to Joy was
seventy-two, fat, bald, and uglier than both of us put together. He ran the
restaurant she waited tables at. She told me how he did it, why she
responded, why she went deeper, and why she eventually did everything he
told her to do. She made that fucker ten grand at five bucks a fuck, and
that was just between Guam and Iwo."

"Are you thinking you can do that to her?"

"I believe I can."

"This ain't 1944, Greg. Women are different, now. If you did your checking,
you'd know that cute young thing already filed her first sexual harassment
charge and made it stick. Hot Dog Clark got his ass reamed good and put on
notice."

"I know all about it. Hot Dog didn't know what the fuck he was doing. I knew
what he did wrong before he told me. When he told me, I told him exactly
what she said. I'm telling you, I know how that girl thinks. I could do
almost the very same thing and get away with it. I know I could, but I need
you there with me."

"You want me to hold your hand like I did on Tarawa?"

"Fuck you. I was dragging your ass off the beach you dumb bastard. I don't
need your help. All I need is a witness that nothing improper went down."

"Forget it, Greg. We already have two strikes against us, and we're too
close to retirement."

"It won't fail. I know it won't. Look at her, Max. She has it all in
pristine condition. She's pure as the sands of Iwo, and I know you love
those long-haired, dark brunettes with big brown eyes and pouting lips. If
she had slanted eyes and a bald pussy, you'd be cumming in your pants right
now."

"I do love a pretty face, even with round eyes, but I must have a bald
pussy."

"You like big tits, too. With her dark features, I lay you ten to one she
has long chocolate nipples, chink nipples, Max. She has chink nipples, nice
ones, too."

"If she does, then she also has a big, black, hairy pussy to spoil
everything."

"She does, but she'll be shaving her pussy inside a week if you work with
me."

Max licked his lips and thought, then said, "You're that sure?"

"Positive, as long as you don't jump in and just follow my lead."

"What's your plan?"

"We talked outside Winters' office last Tuesday. She's nervous about joining
the company and filing a charge so soon. She felt she had to, but now she
regrets it and worries about pay-back or getting a reputation as a squealer.
She's going around trying to justify what she did, and she's seeing little
sympathy or support, even from other women. She even sent a carefully worded
letter to Clark wishing the event had never happened."

"What, she apologized?"

"No, it was a letter of regret with a desire to let bygones be bygones.
She's trying to mend bridges. That's exactly what Joy would have done. Right
now, she wouldn't dream of filing a complaint, especially when there will be
two people saying she made it up against her already suspect word. We have a
window of opportunity working for us. If we strike now, she'll take what we
dish out and keep her mouth shut."

"You're not talking about going for broke, are you?"

"Hell no. I figure we have a week, maybe two, to show her the pleasant side
of sexual harassment. In a week, I can have her thinking of sexual
harassment as a harmless perk that brings her great pleasure while amusing
two harmless old corporate bulls that could help her up the ladder. We won't
be fucking her until she begs us to fuck her."

"I like that, but how long will this take? I retire in two years."

"Two weeks, tops. I'm so sure this will work, I'll put up a grand against
your grand."

"When you bet even money, you're not sure."

"All right, two to one."

They shook on the bet as Faye Thomas picked up her tray and went by them,
dousing them with the scent of lilacs in spring. They watched her ass sway
sensuously under the tight, knee-length skirt. Max said, "This is one bet I
hope I lose. When do we make our first move?"

"There's no time like the present. Nobody feels feisty after a meal, and the
slowest time for a purchasing agent is the early afternoon."

"What about Bonnie? If she has this dame staked out for herself, she can be
trouble."

"I spoke with her. She's not getting anywhere with her. She said I wouldn't
either, but I was welcome to try. Her perfect record is being tarnished by
this one, so Bonnie wants her broken-in, and broken-in good. She doesn't
care who does it."

"That makes sense. That woman has an ego like a young Marine."

"Let's go hit the beach."

* * *

Faye plopped down in the chair behind her desk and fished in her purse for
her compact mirror and lipstick. The small office cubicle never looked
smaller as she studied her face and reverted to a childhood practice of
talking to herself in the mirror, saying, "Well, you ate alone again. I hope
you're satisfied. You just couldn't wait to call Mark and tell him that some
other man touched his private pussy. Well, he got jealous, but it wasn't as
much fun as you thought, was it? Dummy, you should have known he'd make you
file a charge. Now, everybody hates you, and the guy that got you this great
job can't wait to get rid of you. Dummy. Ingrate. Prude. Bitch."

Faye re-applied her lipstick and thought about the only female friend she'd
made and still had after her two weeks on the job. Bonnie Ange didn't like
what she'd done, but at least Bonnie understood and would still talk to her.
The older woman made sense, and Faye wished she'd eat lunch with her instead
of going off with the other purchasing agents to wherever it was they went
to eat. Faye didn't share any of Bonnie's beliefs and attitudes, but she was
eager to prove she had an open mind and wasn't a stuck-up bitch, or worse, a
prude.

After filing charges against one of the most popular men in the company, and
the man who got her the position she wasn't fully qualified for, her direct
supervisor, no man would have anything to do with her. They still looked,
they stared, they gawked, but never a kind smile or friendly flirtation.
Faye looked in the mirror and said, "Your precious little pussy is safe now,
princess. Mark will be thrilled that...Oh!"

The door to her office opened suddenly and two men wearing suits stepped in.
Greg walked in with Max on his heels. "Who were you talking to?"

Faye closed the compact and sat up defensively, saying, "I was just talking
to myself." She stood to say, "Can I help you?"

"Don't you remember me? We chatted outside Mr. Winters' office while he
reviewed your complaint with Johnny Clark."

"Yes, of course. I remember you, but I'm terrible with names."

Faye reached out to offer her hand. Greg took her hand in both of his,
saying, "Greg Stoner, head of marketing. This is an old friend, Max McGee.
He runs shipping and receiving. We go all the way back to 1943, to the
Marine Corps in World War II. I wanted him to meet you."

Faye reached left and offered her hand to Max after Greg released it from
his excessive and overly familiar handshake. She said, "Faye Thomas. Glad to
meet you."

Max held onto her hand, and was still holding her hand when Greg said, "We
both have a fondness for the pretty young things. We're just a couple of
horny old men. Ain't she something, Max?"

Faye turned beet red and tried to pull her hand back. Her face turned sour
and she angrily said, "Let go of my hand, and please leave my office."

Max wouldn't let go, and Greg lightly ran his fingers up her trapped arm,
saying, "Relax, sweetheart. We're not going to hurt you."

Greg ran his feather-light touches inside the sleeve of Faye's blouse, and
on into her arm pit as Max stroked his fuck finger in her palm while pulling
her half across the desk. She had to brace herself with her left hand to
keep from being pulled onto the desk top. Greg's fingers easily wandered
inside the billowy sleeve as she cried, "Stop, this, damn you! Why are you
doing this to me? You know I'll report you?"

Greg slipped a finger under her bra shoulder strap and inched down to the
bulging side swell of her right breast, making her squirm against Max's
pull. He said, "We wouldn't be taking these liberties if we thought there
was the slightest chance you'd file a report. Fact is, we know you can't say
a thing to anyone."

Faye looked at Greg as his finger searched inside the bra for her nipple.
She jerked and struggled uselessly, as she said, "Why wouldn't I?"

Greg fingered the hardening nipple, saying, "Because that would be
incredibly stupid, and you are as smart as you are beautiful."

Greg managed to get his whole hand inside her right bra cup without
escalating her struggle. She said, as he rolled her turgid nipple, "I don't
think it's stupid to report a violation of state and federal law, not to
mention company policy, and I..."

"Stop. You don't need to quote the rules. We know we're violating every rule
and invading your personal privacy. We aren't just harassing you, we're
molesting you, a jailable offense. The point is, you won't tell, so we're
doing it."

Greg detected the first signs of surrender as she said, "Why won't I tell?"

"Because it would be your word against the word of two top managers with
long records of playing by the rules. You invited us in here and tried to
lure us into a sexual harassment trap. We'll add our statements to those
already filed by Johnny Clark. Mr. Winters gave you the benefit of the
doubt, but that's only good for one incident. He always gives the ladies the
benefit of doubt, but he can't stand trouble makers or whining bitches. The
next unsubstantiated charge, and your young ass will be out the door so
fast, your tits will spin."

"I can tell my husband."

"But you won't. He's the one that made you file the first charge."

Greg squeezed her tit, making Faye wince and cry out, "Please don't do
this."

"Like I said, you're not stupid. You know we could strip you naked and take
turns fucking you on your desk, but we'd never do that. We're not rapists,
we're dirty old men who appreciate things of rare beauty. You won't report
us or try to stop us, so naturally, we're taking liberties."

She relaxed even more as she said, "You're right, but I am asking you to
please stop violating me in this way."

Greg removed his hand from her blouse, saying, "First, we have to settle a
few bets we made while watching you eat your lunch, then we'll leave you
alone, okay, sweetie?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Greg reached for the buttons of her blouse and began undoing them, saying,
"Not unless you can out-muscle to old Marine Raiders who can still do
one-armed push-ups."

Faye could not believe what was happening to her. Greg summed up her
situation and her state of mind as though he could read her thoughts. Sweat
beaded on Faye's brow as she watched her blouse being undone. Greg had
unbuttoned all but the last two when he said, "Okay, Max, you can let go of
her hand. She won't fight us, now."

Max released her hand and Faye slowly stood straight, offering no resistance
as the last two buttons were undone and her blouse was folded open. Again,
Greg read her response correctly, leaving her more awed than embarrassed.
Greg said, "We have a bet regarding your nipple type. Max thinks they're
pink and flat with little pencil eraser tips. I say they're chocolate color
and pointy, like Hershey's kisses."

He reached for the center clasp of her bra. She watched as though
transfixed. Greg said, "Let's just settle this bet right now, shall we?"

Faye watched as her bra come undone. She sucked in a deep breath as Greg
folded out the cups to reveal two very hard, pointy, chocolate brown
nipples, arching up in a tight pucker on her proud thirty-six-Ds. He turned
to Max and said, "That's five bucks you owe me, buddy, and five more because
they're erect, just as I predicted."

Faye turned crimson with the realization that her nipples were, indeed,
fully erect. Max came around protesting, "Her nipples aren't erect, you
asshole. I've seen nipples like that before, and that's their normal state.
Ain't that right, Faye?"

Faye looked from one erect nipple to the other, stammered, then said,
"I...well, sorta."

Greg said, "Sorta what? Are they sorta erect, or sorta natural?"

Faye couldn't think of a good way out of her dilemma, so she fired back,
"Look, maybe I have to put up with this, but I don't have to play along with
your stupid game."

Greg said, "She's right, Max. I know how we can get to the bottom of this.
I'll give you one minute to stimulate her left nipple. Use any technique you
want; but, if after that minute there's no appreciable difference between
the two, pay up."

"You're on." Max took Faye's left hand and cupped it under her left breast,
saying, "Hold this up for me, sweetheart."

Faye found herself holding up her tit as though in offering as Greg looked
at his watch and Max stood poised at the nipple with his mouth at the ready.

Greg said, "Get ready...

set...

start!"

Max moved his mouth onto the nipple and sucked while batting the tip with
his tongue, sending delicious chills up and down her spine. He sucked
wonderfully as she watched and held her tit for him. She had never focused
so intently on her nipple in her life, and it felt as though every erogenous
zone on her body sent receptor envoys to her left nipple to join in the fun.

When Greg called time, he placed her right hand under her right tit so that
she could make an equal presentation. She immediately missed the mouth as
the men examined both nipples, one dry, one wet, but found both to be about
equal in stiffness and pucker. She felt absurd offering up her breasts for
the humiliating and self-incriminating test, but had no will to do
otherwise.

Greg used his finger to pull down then release each nipple in turn for the
spring-back test. Faye watched the test, looking from one nipple to the
other repeatedly, as each nipple repeatedly exposed her aroused state with
springy vibrations. Faye watched Greg drive his point home with the
realization that the point was directed to her, not Max.

After the point was driven into the ground, Max made a pained face and said,
"Ah, shit. I guess you were right. Those nipples of hers are as hard as they
get. Put ten in your column, but this ain't over yet."

Greg took a sheet of note paper and placed two columns labeled Greg and Max.
He then placed $10 in his column. Faye released her breasts and stood
waiting, still wearing her blush. Greg smiled and patted her back, saying,
"That's my girl. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I can't believe these
idiots around here think you're a stuck-up prude. Shit, you're doing great,
honey."

Faye could not hold back a warm smile, or the look of disappointment as Greg
covered her breasts, hooked her bra, and rebuttoned her blouse. Just as she
was feeling great, enjoying the lewd game, and adjusting to the breast
display, he began covering them as though he were placing cabbage back in a
sack. She expected awe when her bra cups came away, but they were more
interested in their silly bet. She'd never had that reaction before, and no
male ever covered her breasts.

With the last button done up, Faye couldn't help feeling a sense of loss.
Her pride also suffered. She'd always thought her breasts were her best
feature and could make any male drool and stutter. She was, however, left
with a warm feeling for the praise she received from Greg. He said, "Okay,
honey, turn around. We have another bet to settle."

Without hesitation, Faye turned her back to the men and looked over her
shoulder to Greg, waiting to hear what he had to say. He said, "I bet that
you had a cotton tail from a bikini. Max said you had no discernable tan
line. Five bucks is riding on this, so don't let me down baby."

Before Faye could ready her nerves, Greg hoisted her skirt past her waist,
exposing her panty hose and panties. He said, "Hold this skirt out of the
way, will you, sweetheart?"

Faye brought her hands back like an automaton and pinned the material to the
small of her back. When Greg hooked his thumbs in her panty hose and
panties, she sucked in a deep breath, then sucked a deeper one when both
came down in one hard pull that left her ass bare to the base of her cheeks.
She heard Max clap and cry out, "Hot damn! There ain't no cotton tail on
this bunny."

Faye's heart pounded as Greg left her exposed and placed an arm around her
shoulder. He moved his face close to her ear and said, "Aw, now Faye. You
let me down. Don't tell me you're one of those sun worshipers that lie
around naked and give little boys a cheap thrill."

"No, I never lie out naked. I was in school most of the summer, so I hardly
ever got a chance to put a suit on or get any sun. My skin has a natural
light copper tone."

"But you do wear a bikini, right?"

"My suit is a bikini, yes."

Max said, "That wasn't the bet. The bet was, did she or did she not have a
cotton tail." Max played his hand over her ass, saying, "There's no line
buddy. Her ass is creamy white all over. Soft, too. Put five in my column.
Nice ass, Faye."

Faye watched over her shoulder as Greg put a five in Max's column. He set
the pencil down, hooked her panty hose and panties, lifted them to her
waist, and let go with a snap, saying, "Okay, turn around."

Faye pulled her skirt down, then made the turn on weak knees as Greg said,
"We next bet on your pubic hair. We both agreed you had a full beard between
your legs, but I said you had a full black beard. Max said it was brown and
sparse. This bet is a biggie. We have ten riding on this. Be good to me,
sugar. If you can grow a big bushy black beard between your legs, do it
now."

Faye, on the verge of hyper-ventilating, stood still as he raised her skirt
past her waist, and again, asked her to hold it there. Again, she did so.
She thought her undies were coming off, and she braced herself for that most
intimate unveiling, but he hooked his fingers in the waistbands under her
belly button and pulled out, forcing her to lean back against the pull,
unintentionally jutting out her crotch. Both men peered inside her panties
in this humiliating position, and Greg cried, "Look at the pubic beard on
this babe! Blacker than midnight! You lose, Buckwheat!"

Greg let the undies go with a snap, and Faye fell back against the wall as a
result. Greg noted the stunned look she had and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Faye.
I was so excited about winning the bet, I just plum forgot you were off
balance."

He helped her to stand straight. Faye still had her skirt up and said, "Can
I put my skirt down, now?"

Greg turned his back on her to jot down his ten, saying, "No, hang onto what
you got. We've got one more to go. How tall are you, by the way?"

"Five six."

"Weight?"

"One-twenty-two."

"Measurements?"

"Thirty-seven at the bust. Twenty-three at the waist, and thirty-eight at
the hips."

He jotted these figures down on the score pad, added all the numbers
together, then said, "Ha, I was closest. Damn, I should have put money on
it."

He then faced Faye and said, "This next one is more a challenge than a bet.
I told Max I could talk you into letting me finger- fuck you to a climax. I
get five minutes to do it in, but I can't touch you. All I can do is talk
you into letting me."

Faye's ears burned on hearing about this bizarre challenge. By this time she
didn't know what she would or would not do, but was impressed with Greg's
confidence. She was all ears as he went on, "Now, we've got twenty bucks
riding on this." He picked up the pad, quickly added the numbers, and said,
"The way it stands now, I'll either come out forty bucks ahead, or I'll wind
up owing Max five. I know you won't let me down, sweetheart."

Max cried, "Hold on, there! You're buttering her up before your time
starts."

"Who says she wants me to win? Hell, she might want you to win. We're both
molesters in her eyes."

"Bull, she's been on your side from the start. If I didn't know better, I'd
swear she grew black hair between her legs a moment ago."

"Do you want to call off the bet and settle up now. Right now, you'd owe me
fifteen."

Faye watched this bizarre banter while holding her skirt above her waist.
Part of her wanted the challenge to go forward, but another part wanted it
to end. It wasn't that she wanted the games to end. Far from it. She'd never
been so excited and was willing to take off all of her clothes if directed
to do so. She didn't want Greg to lose, and she felt certain he would. There
was no way she could be talked into letting him finger-fuck her. She was
almost certain there was no way, and she'd grown to like Greg and wanted
more praise.

They settled on double or nothing. The winner would walk away with forty
bucks, all other bets being canceled. Greg turned to Faye holding a quarter.
He said, "Okay, baby, here's the deal. I'm going to take off your shoes,
panty hose, and panties, then place this quarter between your knees. I'll
sit in your chair, and you'll sit on my lap with your skirt down. I have to
keep my hands on the armrests until the quarter drops. Understand?"

Faye nodded her understanding as her heart beat a pitter patter against her
chest wall. Max stepped up and said, "You hold that quarter tight, Faye. If
you drop it before the five minutes is up, he gets to keep your shoes, panty
hose, and panties as a souvenir. You'll work the rest of the day, barefoot
and naked under your skirt. Your hubby might be asking some very
embarrassing questions if you lose that quarter."

Faye bit her lower lip, determined, more than ever, to hang onto that
quarter for dear life. She nodded. Greg knelt and removed her white high
heel shoes. He pulled her panty hose down her legs and off her feet, then
reached for the panties. Faye watched her panties go the way of her
pantyhose, and stood naked from the waist down, waiting to be told she could
put her skirt down. Greg was eye-level with her crotch. He looked at her
pussy and smiled. He then placed the quarter between her knees. Faye clamped
down hard. He reached up and took the skirt from her, tugging it into place.

He pulled her chair into place, sat, then guided Faye back to ease onto his
lap, centered over his cock. Faye felt the large spongy lump at the base of
her labia lips. Her legs settled over his, as his hands gripped the
armrests. She settled back to his chest at his suggestion. His mouth was at
her left cheek, breathing warm breath into her ear. Max said, "Are you
ready, Faye?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Are you ready, Greg?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"On your mark...get set...go."

Faye expected a rush of pleading words, but nothing came. All she felt was
his warm breath tickling her ear. The first minute passed with nothing but
the sensation of his breath and the growing hardness under her pussy, now
hot and growing harder by the second. At the end of the second announced
minute, she lolled her head on his shoulder and let her ear rest against his
lips. The cock under her felt like hot metal, threatening to penetrate her
skirt. She knew he was much bigger than her husband, the only man she'd ever
gone all the way with.

A third minute passed and Faye was dying to hear something, anything. She
silently begged him to try to win. With one minute left to go, Faye was
squirming on his lap, and nuzzling his lips with her ear, breathing hard,
but still clamping the quarter.

Agonizing seconds ticked by with no word from Greg; but with less than
thirty seconds to go, he softly whispered, "Faye, don't make me lose. Max
will spread this all over the plant. Don't humiliate me, baby. Save my
reputation and yours. Prove to these people that you're not a stuck-up
prude, a tight ass, an ice queen, or a good little wife. Show them that if
the right man approaches you in the right way, he can have anything he
wants, and you don't give a fuck what anyone thinks, especially not your
husband."

Max began counting down from ten seconds. At five they heard:
Clink-ka-tink...ring......ringg....ringgg...ringgggg.

Greg brought his hands to her knees and whispered, "That's my girl. I knew
you wouldn't let me down. Now lets give Max something to talk about. Lift
your ass so we can get this skirt out of the way."

Faye's mind reeled with the implication of what she'd just done, but she
found herself lifting nonetheless. Greg pulled the skirt up to her waist,
and she settled her naked ass to his lap. Max rubbed his hands together with
a leering grin and pulled up a chair, taking a seat at Faye's knees. Greg
whispered in her ear, "Hang your legs over the armrests. Show Max what
you've got between your sexy legs. Every guy in this plant is dying to know
what your pussy looks like, and Max is excellent at descriptive narration.
Giving Max a good look at your cunt is like having a picture taken, even
better. Max tends to exaggerate."

Faye's face burned red at Greg's suggestion and provocative words.
Nevertheless, as though her legs had a mind of their own, they raised,
parted, and settled on the armrests. Max gazed on her wide-spread beaver
from inches away. Faye wanted to hide in a deep hole as Greg's hands slid up
her inner thighs and took possession of her moist grotto. She groaned and
turned her head when he peeled her labia lips back, but she swooned as he
began massaging her sex, whispering softly, "You have a magnificent cunt,
sweetheart. I knew you would. You're doing great. Max loves your sexy pussy.
Show no shame, Faye. Be proud of your unique vagina. Look him right in the
eyes and tell him to get a good long look at your pussy, and sound like you
mean it."

Faye slowly brought her head back around to look straight ahead. Max looked
up from her crotch. She looked down. His eyes locked on hers. He smiled and
said, "A nice juicy pussy to go with those rock hard nipples. You're a horny
little cunt, aren't you, Faye."

Greg slid his two middle fingers in her tight, juicy pussy and whispered,
"Tell him the truth. Your pussy will make you out a liar just like your
nipples did."

In a voice trembling with anxiety and lust, Faye said, "Yes."

"Go ahead, Faye. Tell him the rest."

Faye swallowed hard, then said, "Get a good long look at my pussy."

Greg whispered, "I want you to memorize every detail."

Faye repeated, "I want you to memorize every detail."

Greg whispered, "Please tell everybody what my pussy looks like."

Faye said, "Please tell everybody what my pussy looks like."

Greg said, "That's my girl. Excellent. You have a gorgeous pussy, and I want
to see you acting proud of it, being proud of it. You should take your
rightful place as queen of the naked beavers. Your pussy puts all others to
shame, and I want to see you behaving like the queen beaver around here. Put
these bitches in their place and get these men on their knees where they
belong."

"Oh, Greg, please, make me cum!"

Greg finger-fucked her pussy while massaging her clit, but he kept her at
the edge without letting her go over. He said in a deep sexy voice, "You're
not going to hide in your office the rest of the day, are you?"

Faye could barely manage words as she squirmed against his fingers. She
said, "I can't walk around bare foot."

"Says who? There's no dress code here. This isn't high school, you know?"

"I know, but it wouldn't look proper. I'm not a worker, I'm a purchasing
agent."

"Who cares? The biggest slut in this plant is the only other female
purchasing agent. You need to look improper just to fit in. The whole plant
knows the only reason they hired you for this position was they needed a
good-looking whore to help Bonnie win better deals from vendors."

"Do they really think that about me?"

"You have no qualifications for this job other than your sexy body. What
else could they think? You know it's the truth, and you want to hang onto
this job. Your untouchable, goody-two-shoes image could use some tarnish.
That's why you dropped the quarter, isn't it?"

"I don't know why I dropped it."

"I'll stop if you'd like."

"You won fair and square. Go ahead and finish."

"Do you know what I'm going to do, Faye? I'm going to take your shoes,
pantyhose, and panties, and tack them to the lost and found section of the
bulletin board in the main lobby."

"Please don't do that."

"They're mine to do with as I please. I won fair and square, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"If you don't want to go home to hubby without them, simply claim them on
your way out."

"Greg, please! I couldn't. There will be a crowd. My husband will be home
when I get there. I need them back."

"Then it's simple. Just pick them off the bulletin board on your way out.
Chances are, you're the only female in the plant that lost shoes, panty
hose, and panties. I'm sure they'll still be there. No one would steal them
with a large crowd gathered to see who claims the mysterious articles."

Faye breathed heavily and squirmed harder against the fingers driving her
closer to orgasm. She managed a weak, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"To help you, Faye. I like you. I like you a great deal. Max likes you, too.
Look at him. He loves your wet pussy, and he usually hates pussy with hair
on it. I prefer bald pussy, myself. I think all women should be required to
shave their arm pits, legs, and cunts. A bald cunt is a truly naked cunt,
and a naked cunt is a joy to behold. I guess your hubby likes to pretend
he's fucking a bear."

"Please get this over with."

"I'm in no hurry, but I'll stop whenever you tell me to stop. Relax,
sweetheart. This is liberation day. No one will call you a prude after
today. With any luck, they'll be calling you a whore. They will if they see
you collect your things from the board."

"And you think I want that?"

"You want it and need it. I said I wanted to help, and I meant that. You
fucked up pretty badly by filing that charge against Johnny Clark. You
pissed off a lot of people. Guys are afraid to approach the women for fear
of a sexual harassment charges. The women are pissed because the guys aren't
hitting on them. Johnny almost lost his job and he has a wife and four kids
to support. The old man called his wife in to hear the charges, so Johnny
ain't getting no pussy from momma for a long time."

"He didn't really do that, did he?"

"Oh, yes. Winters has his own way of dealing with sexual harassment charges.
With half our contracts being government work, he has to come down hard on
cases he thinks are legit. He nailed Johnny good, right in front of his
wife. Johnny's out to get you, Faye. He will, too. You need to make amends,
smooth things over, patch things up, build bridges."

"I'm trying to. I sent him a letter of regret."

"He needs a letter of apology. He needs a retraction of all charges. You
made a mistake. You read him wrong, misunderstood his intentions. You need
to go see his wife and talk to her, say you're sorry. Kiss her ass if need
be."

"But he tried to fuck me. He almost raped me."

"Keep sticking to that story, and you'll be job hunting. I don't want that
and neither should you."

"I don't. I have to hang onto this job no matter what. They can't fire me if
I do my job."

"No, but they can make your life so miserable you'll quit. They're doing
that now. Things will get worse. How would you like to buy a new set of
tires everyday just to get to work."

"They wouldn't!"

"I've seen it happen."

"I'll bet they sent you two here to scare me, didn't they?"

"Wrong. If that were the case, I'd be fucking your ass while Max was getting
some pussy, not gazing on it wishing he were. I told you, we're on your
side. We like you. We want you to stick around. We can help you. We want to
help you, but you have to work with us, sweetheart. You're in the real world
now. They play hard ball in this league."

"I just want to be left alone. I'll mind my own business."

"Then that's what you should have done. Everyone is fucking everyone else,
and no one wants anyone to come along and screw things up. You've got the
whole plant on edge. The old man wants everybody happy while they stay busy
making more money for him. He wants you out, or he wants you brought in
line. If you ask me, based on what he did to Johnny, he wants you brought in
line; otherwise, the rough stuff would have started already."

"Please, do it faster or stop. I can't take this anymore."

"Pick one."

Faye hesitated, then said, "Faster. Do it faster!"

"Faster it is."

Greg built to a fever pace as his fingers plunged deep and his clittie rub
blurred Max's vision. Faye's orgasm had been teetering at the brink. The
lively pace quickly sent her flying over the edge. Faye bounced and twisted
on Greg's fingers, then slid to the floor like a sack of wet shit. Max let
her lie there while she caught her breath, then helped her to her seat that
Greg vacated. Faye tugged her skirt down and said, "Please leave...and
please, please leave my things here!"

Greg wadded her things and stuffed them under his arm. She looked up with
pleading eyes and said, "Greg, I'm begging you. If you meant what you said,
don't do this to me. My husband will kill me."

"I'm sorry, Faye, but I have to do this or we'll be kissing your adorable
ass good bye. You have a lot to deal with, but you'll deal with this problem
first. We'll join you for lunch tomorrow."

"I'd rather eat alone."

"Too bad. We'll also be stopping by from time to time to sexually harass you
the way you like it."

"Don't you dare. I'll lock my door."

"You can't lock us out. Your office has no door lock, besides, we're
management. We have legitimate business with purchasing agents. We can send
for you, and if you don't come, we can have you brought to us by security
guards, in cuffs. As long as you work here, me and Max will be paying you
visits and pretty much doing as we please with you."

"I won't stand for that."

"There's nothing you can do about it except quit. We've already established
that you can't quit. It's a good thing we're just a couple of harmless dirty
old men. If we were younger, nastier, and mean, we could be fucking you
bow-legged every day. We'd be sending you home to hubby with a very messy
pussy and lots of splainin' to do, Juicy Lucy."

"Please, leave me alone, and give back my things."

"We don't care for either of those choices. Have a nice afternoon, and we'll
see you for lunch. Oh, and I'll be terribly disappointed in you if you try
to sneak out of here. If you leave without your things, I expect you to go
straight home and face the music. If you tell me you managed to hide your
condition from your husband, I'll get up and leave the table in disgust, so
will Max. You'll be on your own after that. By the way, shave that damn
hairy pussy, will ya?"

The men left, and Faye slumped forward over her desk.

* * *

The happy ex-Marines were on their way to Max's office, it being the closest
to the purchasing department. As soon as they cleared Faye's office, Max
burst out with a hearty slap on Greg's back, shouting, "God damn, buddy, you
were out-fucking-standing! That was fucking incredible!"

"Yeah, it went better than I thought. I swear, the similarities between Faye
and Joy are eerie. I'm starting to believe in reincarnation. It's like Joy
returned with a brand new body, only I like this one better."

"Will she shave her pussy?"

"She will eventually, but it's iffy for tomorrow. She'll need time to absorb
what's happened and build her prison."

"Build her prison? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Joy was the type that if you put three walls around her, she'd put up the
fourth, then install the bars and locks. She has to feel trapped with no way
out in order to do anything against her nature and upbringing. Faye wants in
the trap."

"She does, huh? It didn't look like it."

"Oh yeah. She'll tell me where the holes and cracks are, then wait while I
seal them."

"She did that, didn't she?"

"Yep, just like Joy did for that old pimp. It got to where she'd point out a
hole you could drive a jeep through, and he'd hang tissue paper over it,
anything she could paint brickwork and bars on to make herself feel easy
about her helpless and hopeless situation."

On the way, Johnny Clark and three of the male purchasing agents from the
department headed their way after an extra long lunch. They were laughing,
but stopped laughing when one of the men pointed out the feminine articles
Greg had under his arm. Greg smiled to Johnny and said, "These belong to
Faye."

Four jaws dropped open. Johnny said, "You have got to be shitting me?"

"No, I wouldn't shit you, Johnny, you're my favorite turd."

"You're going to get my ass fired, you horny old bastard."

"Relax. Faye won't be filing anymore charges on anyone, and you'll be
getting a full apology. She'll even go see your wife and grovel at her feet.
She thinks Winters called your wife in and exposed the charges to her in
front of you. Faye thinks you've been cut off and your marriage is in
jeopardy. Don't let her think otherwise."

"And she's in the mood to apologize?"

"To you and your wife. Give me till Friday. I wouldn't make any moves on her
until I say she's ready, but you can all stop tippie toeing around her.
She's been declawed and defanged. What you guys choose to do about that is
your business, but Faye is no threat to anyone, so you can stop giving her
the cold shoulder treatment."

"God damn, Greg. This is great news. I didn't want to lose that fine looking
piece of ass. She sure makes our purchasing department cave look bright and
smell sweet."

"Be nice to her, okay. By the way, I heard your wife swings both ways. Is
that true?"

"Lately, her swing has been stuck on the other side. Why?"

"Faye has to grovel. Seems to me, a wife that likes pretty young things
might abuse the situation if someone put the bug in her ear."

Awareness dawned in the form of a big smile as Johnny said, "I gotcha. Oh,
yes, Clara will abuse the shit out of that situation when she gets a load of
Faye. I'll start looking for bugs. Greg, we all owe you a great debt of
gratitude, and I speak for the whole fucking plant."

"I know, and you can show your gratitude by treating her with respect. You
can pass the word, if anyone molests Faye, they'll answer to me. I didn't
say fuck her, I said molest her. Fuck her all you want, but no rough stuff
or bullying."

"I understand. I'll personally get the word out. For a second there, I
thought you were going to try and keep her for yourself."

"No, I won't be happy until every swinging dick in this plant has had a
piece of her several times over, but Winters tops the list. Don't you have
any reports that need to be hand delivered to Mr. Winters?"

"I believe I do."

"Then quit lolly gagging in the halls and get busy."

Four men moved on wearing huge grins. Greg and Max stepped into Max's office
and shut the door. They took their usual seats with their feet propped on
the desk. Greg said, "This should get the ball rolling. Did you ever see
happier men?"

"Yeah, on top of Iwo. Suppose Faye finds a real way out, a way to nail our
asses at the start. All she'd need to do is secretly tape one of our
meetings."

"She won't be looking for a way out. That's one thing that amazed me about
Joy's slide into prostitution. There were so many easy ways out in the
beginning. She told me she wasn't looking for a way out. She said finding a
way out never crossed her mind, and if an opening presented itself, she
quickly let the guy know. Most of the time, she wasn't consciously aware
that she was doing these things. She said it was like there were some devil
hiding inside her head making her do and say things. Faye is thinking the
same thing. She didn't want that quarter to drop. The devil made her do it.
Right now, she's scared shitless. She knows the devil is stronger than she
is, and she knows I can talk directly to the devil."

"Fucking amazing. She still seems to like you. Did you pick that up, too?"

"She's awed by me. It's not a matter of like or love. She's in awe. She'll
eventually come to see me as her master, and live only to please me."

"Christ. You're not thinking of doing to her what that old buzzard did to
Joy, are you?"

"Hell no. I'm not a pimp, but I will use her to play sex games around here,
especially with her husband. When I tire of that, I'll pull her chain in
tight and keep her. She's mine, Max. I got my Joy back, but this time it's
for keeps, and I'll outlive her. I'm going to treat her good, Max. I want to
give her sensual pleasures she never dreamed were possible."

"You're not going to forget your old buddy, Max, are you?"

"Of course not. We've got us a live-in maid/whore for the rest of our lives.
When we retire, we retire in style."

"Thanks, Greg. You're all I've got, you know? I've been counting on it being
you and me until they plant our sorry asses."

"That's the way I see it, too. You stuck by me through the worst of my
ordeal following Iwo. You kept me from blowing my brains out when that
fucker turned my home into a one girl whore house for the platoon."

"I bought some of her pussy, too. I always felt pretty bad about that."

"Yeah, but you never rubbed my nose in it the way the others did. You'd get
a piece of her ass, then come out and console me, or offer to buy me a piece
from a downtown whore. I never blamed you. Where could you get pussy like
that for two bits?"

"Yeah, your wife was the only two bit whore in Oceanside, at least for third
platoon. The guy really had it in for you, didn't he?"

"He was out to totally destroy every vestige of pride and manhood I had in
me. The fucker told me right to my face that if I weren't a big, mean,
Raider Marine war hero, he'd probably tire quickly and move on. He told me
he'd make me grovel at his feet while guys were taking turns fucking my wife
right behind him. He said he'd piss in my face, then make me eat her out
after they were through."

"Why didn't you ever kill the bastard?"

"I don't know. I suppose I was in awe of him. I also knew Joy would hate me
forever if I so much as spoke with disrespect to him."

"Jesus! You never...you know."

"Yes, I did, Max, more times than I want to remember. I sucked guys' cocks
to get them hard, then guided them into her pussy. I've had my tongue up the
old farts ass while he fucked her."

"How did you keep your sanity?"

"He took her away a week before we shipped out for the invasion of Japan.
Once we got to sea, I snapped out of it. I just pretended she was dead. Two
weeks later, she was, but I didn't find out until two years later. By then,
Joy was a sad memory and we had boots to train. The Corps is good for
forgetting."

"I never could understand how Joy could treat you the way she did. I mean,
shit, you were still covered in bandages for Christ's sake."

"She hated herself for what she was doing to me. She really did. It was just
when she was around him that she'd totally forget me and think only about
pleasing him. She knew he got off on watching her humiliate, degrade, and
demean me, so that's what she did. She made me suck more dicks than I can
count, his especially. She loved making me eat fuck from her pussy."

"How could she make you do anything? She only weighed ninety-eight pounds
soaking wet."

"Max, if I knew the answer to that question, we wouldn't be living alone
jacking off every night."

"So, now that you're the Svengali, what's in store for her hubby?"

"That depends on him. If he's a cocky fucker, full of piss and vinegar like
I was, I'd like to watch him grovel at my feet while I piss in his face,
then watch him go down on his pretty bride after she pulls a long messy
train. His tongue's going up my ass regardless."

"Can I watch?"

"You can help piss, and you can be next in the saddle for an ass-reaming
fuck. I hear they're great. Joy swore by them. She said it was the only way
to get a good fuck out of an old man."

"Hot damn! This is like old times, Tokyo occupation duty, eh buddy?"

"As soon as she shaves her pussy and gets her hair in pig tails and tied
tight to make her eyes slant, it's Tokyo all over again. Too bad she doesn't
have a young daughter or own a male dog."

"She can make daughters."

"She sure can, and we're going to get started on that right away. We also
need more dogs around the place, don't you think?"

"You're fuckin' 'A' right. Chesty's getting tired of that Brenda bitch. I
say we need several big horny fuckers."

"You're in charge of developing our Canine Corps, and don't make all of them
bulldogs. I'm tired of looking at bull dogs with DI hats on, especially if
they're going to be fucking my girl."

"Aye Aye, Gunny!"

* * *

Bonnie returned from lunch shortly before the guys. She dropped off her
purse and decided to stop in and see Faye. She knocked, then cracked the
door to say, "Are you busy?"

Faye sat up and wiped the tears from her face. She gathered herself and
said, "No, come in."

The thirty-five-year-old blonde divorcee with three kids stepped inside and
immediately saw that Faye was distressed and had been crying. "What's the
matter, Faye?"

"Nothing."

Bonnie brought a chair around to the left side of the desk to sit close,
saying, "I know better. You were fine when I left. All the bullies left with
me, so what happened?"

It was then Bonnie saw Faye's bare feet and realized her legs were also
bare. Faye saw her take notice and said, "I got sexually harassed big time.
Two of them. They took my shoes, panty hose, and panties."

Bonnie sat up and said, "Say! You did get sexually harassed big time. Did
they fuck you?"

"No, they just played games."

"Who was it?"

"Mr. Stoner and Mr. McGee."

"Oh, those two geriatric delinquents. Relax, Faye. They're good guys.
Twenty-four carat gold, both of them. I've had them both, and they're not
bad for old fuckers."

"Bonnie, I'm happily married. I don't care how good they are. What am I
going to do? They said they were going to keep on doing this. What am I
going to tell Mark?"

"Frankly, I'm surprised those two had the balls to try something like this
with you. You're an untouchable around here, and those two are already
skating on thin ice."

"Mr. Stoner knows I can't afford to make anymore complaints. He sized up the
situation perfectly. He knows I can't quit and can't tell. He knows he can
have his way with me. He told me so, and then he did, and then he said he'll
do it everyday."

"You don't know it yet, but you were just rescued by the cavalry. If Greg
and Max have decided to get involved in this sticky mess, it's because they
want to rescue you. You probably don't know this, but Greg won the
Congressional Medal of Honor, and that's the highest honor this nation
bestows on war heroes. They're usually awarded posthumously."

"I know about the medal. I'm impressed."

"Yeah, you know that famous picture of the guys pushing up the American flag
on a hill?"

"Yes, of course, the raising of the flag on Mt. Surabatchi. There's a statue
of it in Arlington National Cemetery. Was he one of those men?"

"Those were men from his platoon, but they never would have made it to the
top if it weren't for Greg and Max taking out three machinegun nests on the
way up. They were both shot up pretty badly. Max almost died and Greg is
scared from his toes to his shoulders. His right foot is artificial."

"You'd never know to look at him."

"You'll get to see them both naked the way things are going."

"I can't let that happen, even if they are good guys."

"You know what I always say: when rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy a
good fuck."

"And you know how I feel about that absurd sexist saying."

Bonnie leaned forward and placed a re-assuring hand on Faye's bare thigh
just above the knee. Faye looked at the overly familiar hand as Bonnie said,
"Take my advice, Faye. Let this work for you. Don't hide in here. Get out
and take a few barefoot strolls through the plant. Show off these sexy legs,
these naked sexy legs."

Faye watched as Bonnie's hand took a very improper stroll of it's own, up
and down the length of her thigh, pushing the skirt as it went. Bonnie
ignored the disapproving look while saying, "Get tongues wagging. The rumor
mill is dying to get some dirt on you. God damn, you've got gorgeous legs,
bitch."

"You're the only person I know who ends a compliment with a derisive term.
But thanks anyway."

"I'm serious. You think your tits are hot shit. They're not bad, but big
tits are a dime a dozen nowadays. It's your legs and ass that drop jaws. You
should see what happens when you walk past. Every eye drops from tit level
to ass level, then roams up and down these sexy fucking legs. There's no bad
view: front, back, or side. From the waist down, even in these ridiculous
skirt lengths you wear, you are one hot-looking piece of ass."

"Bonnie, you're embarrassing me."

When the hand went so high that it exposed her pussy hairs, Faye tensed and
pressed her knees together. Bonnie ignored this reaction and reached for
Faye's nearest foot, raising the out-stretched leg, forcing Faye on her side
as she said, "Fuck, what a gorgeous gam!"

Bonnie ran her left hand over the leg clear to the exposed right cheek of
her ass as Faye pleaded, "Bonnie please! You're treating me like a side of
beef."

Bonnie squeezed the soft ass flesh, saying, "Nice fucking ass, too. People
need to see this ass."

"Please stop!"

Bonnie ran her hand all over the leg before setting the foot down, saying,
"Shoot a few naked beavers and get caught doing it. I do it all the time.
Hell, I'm not wearing panties now. If it'll help, I'll go barefoot, too.
I'll walk with you. Would that make it easier?"

Faye re-settled in her seat and forced her legs to relax, though she had no
intention of leaving the office. She felt genuine warmth and compassion
coming from Bonnie. She no longer resented the familiar liberties she took.
She knew Bonnie was openly bisexual and had the hots for her. There was
nothing shy or indirect about Bonnie. The basis of their friendship was
Bonnie's sexual attraction to her. Faye knew this, but the friendship seemed
real. The friendship was certainly needed and welcome. Now, even the touch
was welcome. Every place Bonnie had her hand tingled with a warm glow. Faye
let her knees fall open slightly as she said, "Thank's, Bonnie, but I'll
stay put."

Bonnie saw the signs and took immediate advantage. She ran her hand to the
top of the right leg and massaged Faye's soft inner thigh with the edge of
her hand nestled in the warm wet folds of her friend's hairy pussy, saying,
"Suit yourself, but you really should come out of your shell. You're hot,
girl, wet too. Mind if I take a peek at the goodies?"

Faye said nothing as Bonnie moved the front center of the hem up past the
pubic mound, then pulled the closest knee closer to look between Fay's legs.
Faye felt terribly self-conscious, but it was a relief to see her naked
charms had an obvious positive effect on somebody. Bonnie's desire and
praise were in her eyes as she stared into the core of her sex and said,
"God damn, girl, you are one sexy bitch! You make my mouth water. Did the
boys get a good look at this cunt?"

"Oh yeah, Max especially. He said he was memorizing every detail so he could
tell everyone in the plant what my vagina looks like. He's probably doing
that right now."

"Good for him, but I have to correct you. This is not a vagina; this is a
cunt."

"I wasn't aware there was a difference."

"Ladies have vaginas; whores have cunts."

"So, now I'm a whore?"

Bonnie used her right hand to peel aside the right cunt lip, saying, "If the
shoe fits. I see you're not fighting the notion."

"After what I've been through, and with what I'm allowing you to do, I feel
like a whore."

"Yes, you do feel like a whore. Now, I can add my observations to his. You
know, you are stunningly lovely between the lips. I love your big clit, and
I adore long, flappy inner lips. You need a trim, though. All this hair
hides your best feature. Whether you like it or not, your cunt is your best
feature, and the best part of your cunt is between the lips."

"I never thought of those things as features. To me, it looked like my
insides were falling out through my crack."

"Are you nuts? Guys aren't interested in seeing a crack. When they look
between a woman's legs, they want to see lots of healthy pink meat, pussy
innards nestled in a soft taco of puffy skin. You have a cunt that would
stand out like a baboon's ass if you got rid of all the fucking hair. This
hairy beaver crap is out. It's been out. Most men like shaved lips, at
least."

"I wouldn't know. Mark's never said anything one way or the other. I only
trim for my swimsuit, but I haven't worn that in ages. You know, it's funny
you called them pussy innards, because I've always called those parts, cunt
guts. That should tell you how I've always felt about them."

"Cunt guts, huh? That beats pussy innards. You need to start looking at your
cunt guts differently. They are by far your finest feature. You have
extraordinary cunt guts. You have cunt guts any man would drool over. I'm
drooling over them."

"I find this very odd, but Max was drooling over them, too."

"I know Greg and Max like bare beavers. They go for that little girl look.
Did they mention that?"

"Several times. Greg expects me to be shaved bald by tomorrow. I'll have to
see what Mark thinks about that, but I doubt he'd go for it."

"I'll give you one piece of advice, and you'd better take it. You do
whatever those two tell you to do. If you don't, you'll never get another
piece of good advice from me. I mean that."

"All right, I'll shave it. I need you in my corner, now more than ever.
Maybe Mark will like it after he sees it bald."

"Good, let me do it, okay?"

"What, here?"

"In the lady's room. I'll go buy a razor, a good one."

"I don't know, Bonnie. One thing Greg wanted me to do was not hide my
condition from Mark. If I came home shaved, too, I think he'd want a
divorce. I need to work up to a shaved pussy."

Faye moved her legs further apart on her own. Bonnie beamed a big smile and
boldly ran her fingers through the wet slit, then sent two fingers in Faye's
hole, saying, "Oh, this is marvelous. I love it. You absolutely must go home
naked and shaved. You need to get fucked, too. Ned will be glad to help you
out. I don't think he got laid during lunch."

Faye reluctantly grasped Bonnie by the wrist and pleaded, "Please don't,
Bonnie."

Bonnie pulled out and sat back in her chair saying, "I thought you liked
what I was doing. Excuuuse me."

Faye restored her clothing, saying, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but
I'm not bisexual. I don't mind you looking, and I don't mind a friendly
touch, but I have to draw the line somewhere."

"Well, you should give it a try before you say you're not bisexual. I used
to think the same thing until a bitch sat on my face and I had to eat her
off to breathe. I've never passed up a nice juicy twat since. I'll play by
your silly rules, but one day, I'm going to get you drunk, rape your
adorable ass, then sit on your face."

Faye chuckled at the image, then said, "One day, I'll let you get me drunk,
okay?"

"Sounds like a date, sugar britches."

"Is that what you guys do, have sex during the lunch break?"

"We fuck, but not together. Today I went with Craig out to his RV, but I
don't often screw guys in the department. I've had them all to the point of
boredom, but Craig's not bad for reruns, and doing it in an RV is nice. You
should have fucked Johnny. He's not bad, either, but he usually has a full
dance card."

"I'm not going to be fucking anybody if I can help it. My goal is to be able
to look Mark in the eyes on our golden wedding anniversary and tell him he's
been the only man, ever. I came to him a virgin, and I aim to stay
faithful."

Bonnie put her finger down her throat, made a gag noise, then said, "Give me
a fucking barf bag. Where the fuck did you come from, and who put those
antiquated ideas in your head, Scarlet? Ummm...I forgot where I had this
finger. Damn, girl, you're delicious. Ummmm...Ahhh!"

Faye giggled, then said, "That's the way I was raised, and I hold to those
values, even in this day and age. Stop sucking your finger. You're
embarrassing me. I know I don't taste that good. Nothing tastes that good."

"You're right. I'd better stop before I throw up. I was trying to make you
feel better, but now I'm feeling a bit nauseous and faint. We need to open a
window. Why are there no windows? Please, close your legs. I can't breathe.
It smells like dead fish in a sewer in here. It's low tide at Turd's
Landing. Knock out a wall! Somebody, do something!"

"Stop it, Bonnie. God, you go from one extreme to another. You act so silly
at times."

"No sillier than you. When someone wants to lick my pussy, I do the splits
and don't ask questions. My pussy could care less what the mouth's owner has
between its legs. If you ever want to try pussy, just start at my feet and
lick your way up my legs. By the time you reach the top, I'll have you a
spread you can stick your head in and wiggle your ears."

Faye laughed and said, "I'll keep that in mind."

"What about Mark? Does he live by those values? Was he a virgin?"

"I wish. In fact, he's already cheated and been caught several times since
we've been married. We've been married less than a month."

"Look at the surprise on my face. When I stopped by your place to meet him,
I pegged him for an easy lay. He pegged me for an easy lay, too. He tickled
my palm with his fuck finger; I tickled back. We have a date to fuck, we

just haven't set it yet."

"You're lying."

"Don't call me a liar. I have never lied to you. I give it to you straight
whether you like it or not."

"I'm sorry, Bonnie. You're right. That's what I appreciate most about you.
Please forgive me. It was just a knee jerk reaction. I couldn't believe he'd
do that to someone he just met, someone I was introducing him to. What
nerve. You're not going to set a date, are you?"

"Hell yes. He's a handsome fucker and he wants to fuck. I'll probably stop
by your place for lunch tomorrow. Will he be there?"

"How can you ask me such a thing and still call yourself a friend?"

"I'm just being honest and open like a true friend. Well, will he?"

"Probably. He usually sleeps in till his first class at noon."

"Good, I'll take an early lunch. A strong young fucker like Mark can
probably bust three nuts in an hour."

"I can't get over your nerve."

"You have a lot of growing up to do, Tinker Bell. I'll tell you something
else, if you make it through this day without getting fucked, it'll be a god
damned miracle. If you don't march right down to personnel and resign,
you're going to be a whore before the week's out."

"If I thought that for one second, I would."

"Trust me. I never lie, and I'm never wrong. By next week, you'll be going
home to Mark with foreign sperm running down your bare legs, and presenting
him with a well-used pussy to fuck, eat, or spit on every day. You'd better
get him used to your coming home the way you are now, just as a warmup. By
all means, shave that pussy; and, at least, make it look like it's been
fucked. Wear a cucumber in it and squirt hand cream all over your cunt and
inner thighs before you take that cuke out and waddle into the house
bow-legged."

"Good lord, Bonnie! I think you're half-way serious."

Bonnie reached over and took Faye by the chin in a firm grip to lock eyes,
saying, "Now you listen close. I was not half-serious; I was dead serious.
This is not a dirty little school yard game. You're the new monkey in the
zoo that every monkey wants to fuck. Greg and Max have hero complexes. They
love playing the hero. They're like little boys, only worse, they still
think they're young Marines. They'll be heroes when they turn you into the
new company whore. That's how they're saving you and making themselves out
to be heroes at the same time. Is any of this getting through those big
brown eyes?"

Faye nodded in Bonnie's grip. Bonnie let go and sat back. Faye sat back. A
pregnant pause ensued, then the door to her office flew open. Johnny strode
up to her desk and dropped a manila envelope in Faye's lap. Bonnie curtly
said, "Don't you ever knock? I would have thought you'd learned your lesson.
That could be construed as sexual harassment, you know? Suppose she were in
her masturbating. A woman needs her privacy."

Johnny ignored Bonnie and said to Faye, "Take these reports to Mr. Winter's
office. He's waiting to see them. You are to deliver them in person. You can
masturbate later."

Faye's red face fell and turned redder. Bonnie stood and picked up the
envelope, saying, "This is bullshit. Did Greg put you up to this, Johnny?"

"Stay out of this, Bonnie."

"No, leave the kid alone. She doesn't need this shit right now. She's been
through enough for one day."

"Bonnie, drop it."

"Fuck you! I'll take my fucking shoes off and deliver the god damn report to
the old leech."

Johnny softened his tone, laid a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Could I
talk to you in private? Please."

Bonnie turned to Faye and said, "I'll handle this, just relax; better yet,
masturbate." She then went out with Johnny. Faye sweated out the five
minutes they stayed away. Bonnie returned alone, walked up to Faye's desk,
and dropped the envelope, saying, "Take this valuable report to Mr. Winter's
office right away."

"Bonnie, no?"

"Look, Johnny explained everything to me. Greg did tip him off, and it was
Greg's idea. Johnny called the old man and cleared it with him. The old
pervert can't wait to see you, and this envelope full of garbage reports. He
knows you'll be barefoot with nothing on under your dress. That should have
tipped me off right away, but it didn't click."

"What do you mean?"

"That's Winters' thing. He goes ga ga over young girls going barefoot with
no panties on. Don't worry. He won't fuck you, but he'll keep you busy
picking up lint off his carpet while he jacks off."

"But Bonnie, I can't go out like this."

"You have no choice, and you're dying to do it."

"I am not."

Bonnie came around the desk and said, "Give me your right hand."

Faye's eyes grew wide as she pulled her hand in. Bonnie grabbed the hand and
brought the freshly-slimed fingers to her face, saying, "Been digging for
clams?" She dropped the hand and said, "Don't try to bullshit me, Faye.
You're so fucking horny you could fuck a snake in the middle of the
production floor."

"I'm sorry, but I can't go out like this, even if the idea turns me on--a
little."

"A lot! He's expecting you like this. Look, dummy, that's the man you have
to put a smile on. Win him over, and you'll be a fixture here. This will be
a big feather in Greg's hat, too. You can show your appreciation to Greg and
Max by giving the old man exactly what he wants."

"Doing this will help Greg?"

"They'd like to get rid of those old white men in high profile positions and
replace them with young black women to fill government EOC quotas. Doing
this right will secure their immediate futures. Greg will be eternally
grateful if you do this right."

"How do I do it right?"

"For one thing, that skirt will never do. You can bend over till your head
hits the floor, and you won't show a thing of interest to the old man. Wait,
I have an idea. Stand up....Yes, we can fold the waist under and place the
belt on top of the fold. We need to get that hemline up near your ass."

"That high? That's obscene."

"No shit, Sherlock. Where do you think you're going? You're on your way to
see a pervert. Do you want to do this right, or not?"

"Well, yes, but how will I get from here to his office."

"Through the plant, with your head high and shoulders back."

"I couldn't. Not if you raise it that high, not barefoot. I'll die of
embarrassment."

"Stand still and quit whining. If you don't do this right, I'll disown
you....There, that works. Now turn around and bend slightly from the
waist....Perfect. Your pussy has to show with a slight bend, but do all your
bending with straight legs and from the waist. You want to completely bare
your ass, and keep your ass facing him whenever you bend. Got it?"

"It's too high in front. My hairs are showing."

"That's too bad. I can't shave you now."

"Let it down some. At least hide the hair."

Bonnie stood and cupped Faye's face, saying, "Forget the fucking cunt hairs
and listen up. You go straight through the production floor and on up to the
executive office. Marge will show you into Mr. Winters' office, then she'll
leave you alone with him. As soon as that door closes, you become a
three-year-old little girl. Act cutsie and giggle a lot. Bite on a finger
nail and sway in place. With that rug you have between your legs, you'll
need to ham it up to make it good for the old man. Do you think you can do
that?"

"I'll try. Bonnie, I'm scared."

"I've been playing this part for seventeen years. I'm now thirty-five, and
he still likes me. The main thing is the acting. Think like a nasty little
girl that knows she's showing off her pussy. When you see his cock, make a
face like you've just seen the most amazing thing you ever saw. This
requires acting, because he has a pathetic little weenie. Let me see you
make the face."

Faye made the face and Bonnie said, "Hey, that's great! He'll love it. Keep
stealing peeks at him jerking off. He loves getting caught, so don't just
stand there and stare. When you're bent over, look through your legs like he
can't see what you're looking at because he can't see your face. He likes to
cum with the girl in this position, so time it, and be close to him near the
end. Try to get some of the cum to land on you. Remember, you're fascinated
by his cock, so after you see it, you move closer and closer trying to get a
better look. Generally, he takes ten minutes. After he cums, he'll send you
away."

"Do you do this a lot?"

"I used to. He prefers the young stuff, but they usually can't act the part
convincingly. The acting is just as important as the look, maybe more so.
I've got the act down pat; but to tell you the truth, he's growing tired of
the same old goods I bring. This EOC bullshit has him nervous about tapping
the local talent. For the past few years he's been hiring young whores with
shaved pussies. I still get called about once a month. If he likes you,
we'll get that pussy shaved real close and get you a little girlie dress.
You'll be making these deliveries daily."

"Suppose he doesn't like me?"

"I don't see how he couldn't unless you completely fall apart. Even if this
doesn't go that well, he'll want to try you again with the shave and the
right dress. When you tell me what you did, I can tell you where you went
wrong and suggest improvements. I wish we had more time, but we don't."

"Will he tell you what I did wrong?"

"Hell no. He won't acknowledge this to anyone. He won't even speak to me
outside the office, and the man has had his nose up my butt. Everyone knows
about his kink, but it's like the emperor's new clothes. Nobody see's him as
naked, not even his personal secretary."

"Mr. Clark is talking to him. He set this up."

"No, he just called over and told the old man you were walking around the
department with no shoes and no panties. He asked what he should do about
it. Mr. Winters suggested you deliver a report as Johnny knew he would. It's
all very subtle, but once you're in with the old man, nobody can touch you."

"You mean they can't fire me?"

"That's right. That's why I can tell anyone to fuck off and get away with
it. That's why I take two-hour lunches, or take the afternoon off if I feel
like it. That's also why I can go around with no panties on and shoot bare
beavers till the cock crows, grab any dick I want, and fuck him anywhere in
this building. That's the kind of pull you'll need if you want to play with
the big cats."

"Bonnie, I want to do this right to secure my job, but I can't go out there
like this. I feel naked. God damnit, I am naked. Look, I'm trembling."

Bonnie slapped the envelope in Faye's trembling hands and pushed her through
the doorway. With her hand in the small of Faye's back, she led her through
the department, past smiling agents, past a smiling department head, and out
onto the production floor where she was given a firm shove and told to keep
moving. Faye moved like a robot as Bonnie called out, "Head up, shoulders
back. Just keep moving. You'll do fine."

The doorway behind Bonnie filled with purchasing agents. Johnny stepped up
beside Bonnie as they watched Faye walk down a wide aisle where work stopped
as she passed by. From the rear they could see her hairy bush massaging cunt
guts with each step. Johnny said, "I haven't seen anything this erotic in
the twenty-two years I've been here. God damn she's fine."

"She's scared half out of her mind. It's a good thing she couldn't see what
she looks like in the back."

"It should be interesting when she gets to the end, whether she turns right
to personnel, or left to go up to the executive offices."

"She'll turn left. If she were going to turn right, she'd have gotten her
skirt down by now....There you go, left turn."

"What made you so sure?"

Bonnie faced him and said, "Whatever Greg did to her in there, it made a big
impression. She did a one-eighty whenever I told her Greg would be pleased.
She's doing this for Greg. I even tried to put a scare in her. I gave her a
worse-case scenario that should have sent her screaming from the building.
All she did was nod."

"Whatever he's doing, I hope he can keep it up. Say, Bonnie, what do you say
we tie on a quickie for old time's sake?"

Bonnie smiled and looked to his crotch, noting his erection. She looked up
wearing a smile and said, "Didn't I see you drive off with two bimbettes
from accounting?"

"Yes, but I'm ready for a full-fledged bimbo, now."

"Okay, sweet-talker. For old time's sake. We have to make this a real
quickie, though. I need to run out and buy a razor before she gets back.
She'll be ripe for plucking after the old man gets through with her. I want
you to see that Stella diverts her calls, and I also want privacy. Let's use
her office. I'd like to leave a puddle in her seat."

At seven sharp, Bonnie knocked on the door of the quiet residence
while taking note that Faye's car was not on the street. No one answered,
so Bonnie tried the door. The door opened; she called out, "Faye,
are you here?"

She stepped inside and went to the bedroom door, knocked, and called
out, "Faye. Are you in there?"

A somber and weak feminine voice cried, "Go away, Bonnie. Please
go away."

Bonnie tried the door and found it locked, she then stepped back
and kicked. The cheap door flew open. Faye was lying face-down on the bed
wearing a full-length terry-cloth robe. She rolled to her side, taking
her face out of the pillow and the ice pack thereon.

Bonnie marched up and sat on the bed to look at her black and swollen
right eye and slightly bruised left cheek. She cupped Faye's chin to look
closer and said, "You didn't follow my advice, did you?"

"I tried, but that just made him madder. He hit me before I
realized he was about to. He went berserk when I sat on the couch and spread
my legs. I don't know whether it was the shave or the cum he saw. He never
threatened, he just hit me. He left me, Bonnie. Mark left me. He grabbed
his things and he just left me. He called me a whore, then stormed out."

Bonnie pulled the crying newlywed to her bosom and patted her back
saying, "I forgot about the sneak attack. That's my fault. He didn't
leave you. They do that for dramatic effect--type 'A' theatrics. He's out
getting shit-faced. When he comes back, you can't be here or he might kill
you. The police will pick him up. Until they do, you're staying with me."

Faye pushed free near panic. She said, "No. I just want him
back. I want you to leave us alone. I want everyone to just leave me alone.
I am not a whore, do you hear me? I am not a whore."

Bonnie got up and said, "Are you going to quit?"

"No, I can't quit."

"Do you plan to file sexual harassment charges on anyone, including
me?"

"No, of course not. I can't. You know that. Especially not on
you. I still want to be friends."

"I see. Then what you're telling me is, you are willing to be
a whore if that's what it takes to keep your job."

"I don't think Greg..."

"No, I don't care what you think. If Greg wants you to be a
whore, you'll be a whore. Am I right or wrong?"

"If he put it to me that way, I'd..."

"Right or wrong, Faye?" Faye stared in silent contemplation.
"Right or wrong?"

"Right...but..."

"No buts. Now, are you willing to come home to this after a
day of whoring at the plant?"

"I'm not calling the cops, so forget it."

"Damnit, Faye, you dumb cunt! You can't have it both ways. Follow
your heart, or follow your cunt. They are going off in different directions.
If you try to follow both, it's going to rip you apart. Make a choice,
and do it now."

"I can't choose."

"You have to choose."

Bonnie returned to the bed and took Faye's face in her hands, saying,
"Sweetheart, you know which choice I want you to make. I have always
followed my cunt, and that's why I'm never wrong or wronged. I run my own
life the way I want it run. I live for sensual pleasures. You are the most
sensual person I've ever met. You exude sensuality from every pore. Everybody
who sees you, wants you, male and female. You just had a little taste of
it today, but everyday can be like today for you if you'll just follow
your cunt. Greg is holding your cunt string and trying to pull you along.
You like him holding your cunt string, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Mark has your heart string, but he wants to use it to bind
you up while he follows his dick. He'll come home smelling of beer and
pussy, and they'll both be stale. He'll never change. He'll keep you barefoot
and pregnant, washing his BVDs and cooking his meals. If you ever get the
two mixed up, he'll beat your ass."

Faye tried not to laugh, but the laugh was in her throat. Bonnie
went on, "You'll be working your ass off while he spends the money
you earn on whores. If he thinks you're messing around, he'll beat the
crap out of you again, then go out, get drunk, and spend more money on
whores. Any woman who follows her heart while married to a type-'A' man,
gets bound up in the string. If you do that, you're a dumb cunt. I said
it before; you're not dumb."

A weak smile formed as Faye said, "But I am a cunt?"

"Yes, you are. I know a cunt when I shave one."

Faye laughed a weak laugh but said, "Or lick one."

Bonnie stroked the hair from Faye's face, saying, "That was
nice, wasn't it?"

Faye looked into Bonnie's smiling eyes and said, "I can't get
over that. Even with all this shit going on, I still think about it. I'd
cry some and masturbate some. I kept seeing your face between my legs,
licking the slut slime from my cunt hole. I get chills just thinking about
it, or from saying those vulgar words out loud. I like hearing them, even
if I'm the one saying them to an imaginary Bonnie."

"I'm not trying to influence your decision, but I can do it
much better than we did in the office. That was not my favorite position,
you know."

"What's your favorite position?"

"I like the bitch to sit on my face so all the slut slime drains
into my mouth."

"Oh, god, Bonnie! You're making me horny. Is that the way you
want me to be from now on, squatting over your face?"

"Yes, holding a mirror so you can see everything, so you can
watch your slut slime slide down my tongue and into my mouth."

"Oh god yes! I'd love it that way."

"Would you like a sample before you make your decision?"

"Yes. I'll go get my hand mirror. I've been squatting over my
hand mirror about every ten minutes since Mark left, crying and looking
at my beautiful pussy, my cunt, and loving my cunt guts."

"What a flip flop."

"No shit. I still can't believe what a difference the shave
made. I used to see my mother naked quite often when I was little. She
has a neat little pussy,...no, a vagina. I never saw between her legs,
I just saw this neat little crack with a light downy patch of fine hair
that got darker over the crack. That became my ideal for the vagina. When
mine turned into a hideous, gut-belching, raggedy crack, I was mortified."

"Gut-belching! You're a pip, Faye."

"What made it worse was when I saw Charlene developing a vagina
like Mom's--a neat little crack with fuzzy little hairs. I felt like a
freak. I hated the hair, but at least it hid my cunt guts."

"Women with flat featureless slits between their legs envy women
like us, are you aware of that?"

"No, but I can see why, now. I now see why my kid sister, Charlene,
was so fascinated with mine. I always thought she was a sicko; but then
again, I've thought that for years. She's the only person I never felt
uncomfortable about seeing my cunt guts. I still wouldn't give her a spread
beaver; I just wouldn't guard my modesty around her. If she saw, she saw.
I'll get my hand mirror and be right back."

Bonnie stopped Faye by grabbing her wrist. She said, "There's
one condition. After your sample, you must make an irrevocable decision.
Whatever you decide, I'll make you stick to it. Furthermore, if you decide
to follow your cunt, I'll call the police and you'll be coming home with
me until this matter is resolved. I'll decide whether or not we press charges,
but he'll spend twenty-four hours behind bars regardless. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Now, if you decide to follow your heart, I'll see that no one
ever touches you again, except Mark. He can do whatever he wants with you.
For as long as you work for Clayton Winters, it'll be Mark and only Mark.
There will be no more Greg or Max. I will never touch you again either.
Do you still want a sample on those conditions?"

"I have to decide right after?"

"Right after. All I want to hear are one of two words: cunt
or heart. I'm keeping it very simple, just in case you really are a dumb
cunt."

"Can I go get the mirror, now?"

Bonnie smiled and released her. When Faye dashed off, Bonnie whipped
off her dress and was naked, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide
on the doorway, masturbating when Faye flounced back into the room. Seeing
Bonnie naked, stopped Faye dead in her tracks. She said, "Wow! I wasn't
expecting this."

"You seem to like what you see."

"I sure do. You have a great body."

"I stay in shape, but I'm cheating. My tits look good when I
lie on my back, and my pussy is my best feature. My tits sag when I stand.
Don't be shy. Come get a better look at my pussy. I'll bet you've never
seen one up close, have you?"

Faye advanced and crawled onto the bed between Bonnie's wide-spread
legs. She looked mesmerized by her friend's wide, naked beaver. She stared
while answering the question, saying, "I've seen my sister's up close,
but I never saw a mature one other than mine."

"Feel my cunt lips. Go on, it won't bite you."

Faye smiled sheepishly, then ran a tentative finger along one lip.
Her eyes opened wide as she said, "There's no stubble." Her hand
flattened and covered the entire area, saying, "Your pussy is perfectly
soft and smooth all over. How did you do that?"

"Electrolysis. It's permanent hair removal. I had my pits and
legs done too."

"Wow! Some day, when I can afford it, I want that done. I love
my pussy this way. I love your pussy, and your legs are so silky smooth."

"Follow your cunt, and I'll have my daughter do you for free."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, I have a nineteen-year-old daughter living at home with
her boyfriend. For her sixteenth birthday, I bought her the equipment,
sent her to school, and set her up in business."

"You have a daughter the same age as me?"

"I started early. I have a son two years older than Cindy. He's
still at home, too, the lazy fuck. By the way, if you follow your cunt,
you'll have to sleep naked in the same bed with Luke, and he's a handsome
fucker with a big dick, hornier than a three-peckered billy goat."

Bonnie lost all inhibitions about touching Bonnie's pussy. Her hand
was all over that wide beaver as Bonnie brought both hands up to link fingers
behind her head. She made her legs go out in the splits as Faye said, "You'd
make me sleep with your son?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I trained him myself. He's your classic
type-'A', but fully trained. I'll tell him he can't do anything but lay
there. You can torture him all night long or fuck his brains out. He won't
do a thing."

Faye's fingers entered the hole as she said, "I can do anything?"

"Sure. Personally, I like to torture him all night, then give
him pussy in the morning."

"You fuck your own son?"

"Both of them from the time they had dicks worth fucking. I
fuck my daughter, too, and her boyfriend, sometimes together. Would you
like to see a mommy fuck her kids?"

"Yes. I'd love to watch."

"Follow your cunt."

"I think I'll have to, now."

"I thought you might like something else to look at besides
a pussy being devoured. I plan to masturbate. Have you ever watched another
woman masturbate?"

"No, never, just my kid sister. I've always wanted to, though."

"This is your lucky day."

Bonnie squeezed down on Faye's two middle fingers. Faye's face lit
up with astonishment as she cried, "Wow! How'd you do that?"

Bonnie laughed and said, "I've got a squeeze box. Get your hand
wet, purse your fingers together, and shove it inside."

"Are you sure? Won't that hurt?"

"Just do it."

Faye followed the instructions and her left hand slid inside the
warm, wet cavity with little difficulty. Bonnie said, "Now make a
fist and push in all the way."

"God, this is so weird." Faye made a fist and pushed until
she was in two inches past her wrist. When she reached the end, the cavity
squeezed in on all sides like a giant sucking mouth. She exclaimed, "Fuck!
I can't believe this."

"Try to pull your hand out while keeping a fist. Pull as hard
as you can."

Faye pulled, then pulled hard, then pulled as hard as she could before
giving up, saying, "This is un-fucking real. How is this possible?"

"Now take your hand out and just put your pinky in."

The hand slid easily out, and Faye put her pinky finger just inside
the hole. The pussy squeezed down on it like a baby virgin, making Faye
plead, "Please tell me this isn't genetic."

"This is what men call a squeeze box, but most men have only
heard tales. It's all done by exercising the muscles surrounding the vaginal
cavity, especially the vaginal ring at the entrance. If a man has a dick
longer than six inches, or has a big head, he can't pull out unless I let
him out. When a man finds a squeeze box, he wants to marry it."

"Can you teach me the exercises?"

"Sure, but I'd only teach a fellow cunt, and it will take several
years before you can do what I can do. Cindy surpassed me. I can stick
a dildoe up her cunt and lift her off the ground, hanging up-side-down
holding onto the dildoe with her cunt. She can make a grown man cry."

"Good lord. You must teach me. How long would it take before
a man could tell I was squeezing?"

"Lesson one will show you how to contract the muscles at will.
He'll know right away. After a few days of practice, you'll be able to
hold a fair size candle in you while standing with your feet apart. It's
not that hard. The rest is all muscle development, exercise."

"I'm in pretty good shape. I do a lot of sit-ups to keep my
tummy flat."

"That's very important. You not only have to stay fit, but you
can't let any fat or flab develop in your lower abdomen. There's women
who think they have a squeeze box because they can squeeze the vaginal
ring, and there's men who think they've experienced a squeeze box having
fucked a woman who can do that. A true squeeze box is very rare. A true
squeeze box squeezes in from all sides and can milk a cock to orgasm without
the woman moving her pelvis. I can sit on a man's dick and suck his balls
dry in less than a minute. I can smoke a cigarette with my cunt. Cindy
can blow smoke rings. Put your fuck finger in and watch my cunt suck it."

Faye inserted her finger and watched Bonnie's vagina pucker and retract
while keeping up a suction. The sensation was the same as putting a finger
in her mouth and sucking, only this mouth was all tongue with no teeth.
Her face reflected her awe. Bonnie said, "Men tell me it's like a
large sucking parasite has them by the cock and is feeding on sperm."

"I would imagine they like those kind of parasites. I wish I
had a dick."

Bonnie stopped and Faye withdrew her finger. Bonnie said, "I'm
surprised more women haven't caught on, but I know why they don't talk
about it. Having a true squeeze box is a powerful edge, and you know what
competitive bitches we all are. Mothers don't even tell their daughters.
There are times that I wish I'd never told Cindy."

"Why would you tell me? We hardly know each other."

"When I saw your cunt today, I was struck by the possibility
of creating the ultimate pussy. You could be a man eater of unparalleled
ability. You'd have it all, and in a dynamite package. Together, we'd be
hell on four feet. If we teamed up, we could rule the world; or better
yet, rule those who did."

"You should be in marketing. You know how to sell. I'm ready
for my sample, but I think I know what my decision will be."

"Just straddle my head and squat facing my feet. Give me a little
room to operate."

Faye eagerly got in position, holding onto Bonnie's pliant boobs
to steady herself. The first lick made her swoon. She quickly got the mirror
in place and saw the tongue at work on her fevered slit. Faye could not
hold still and began rocking over the tongue snaking through all the niches
and folds of her excited pussy. She said, "Oh, Bonnie, I love it this
way. I feel so nasty. Is my cunt nice a juicy?"

"You're sopping wet, bitch. My daughter's cunt gets like this,
but only after she's been fucked."

This made Faye's pussy move faster as she cried out, "You eat
the fuck out of your daughter's cunt?"

"All the time, ever since she was ten."

"Who got to fuck her at ten, her daddy?"

"He was long gone by then. No, I was seeing this man who confessed
to molesting little girls. He was a good molester, the feel 'em, fuck 'em,
and let 'em go away smiling type."

"Of course, a good child molester."

"Right. I told him about my cute little ten-year-old. I told
him I wanted to watch him molest her. She was ripe for molesting, still
virgin. I knew the little slut would love every minute. I hid and watched
a pro operate. He took all three of her cherries and knocked the little
bitch up besides. I let her carry the bastard to term. We gave that one
up, but I have some great pictures of an eleven-year-old girl, nine months
pregnant, fucking one dog while sucking another one."

"You are so nasty. I wish I'd had a mom like you when I was
ten. I was always horny back then. Your daughter, she did love it, didn't
she? She even loved doing it with dogs, didn't she?"

"Absolutely. She's been a fuck nut ever since. Stop talking
and watch. Your sample is almost over."

Faye watched with a thousand questions buzzing in her fevered mind.
She watched Bonnie masturbate in brief glances. Mostly, she watched her
pussy pour down it's vaginal lubricants, and she watched Bonnie devour
them, licking pearly drops from hanging cunt guts. Her orgasm built rapidly,
and she knew, when it came, it would blow the top of her head off. She
cried out, "Oh yes! Eat my cunt, bitch! Suck my juicy pussy, you cunt-sucking
whore!"

Bonnie waited till the last possible moment, then heaved Faye off.
Faye fell to her back almost going over the edge of the bed. Bonnie caught
her and then straddled her chest. She pinned Faye's arms and said, "Sample's
over, Faye. Calm down. Take deep breaths."

"Bonnie, finish me, please! I was so close."

"Sorry. A sample is a sample. If I finished you, that wouldn't
be a sample, now would it?"

Faye made an agonized face and groan to match, then looked Bonnie
in the eyes saying, "You tricked me, didn't you?"

"Yes. I want you to follow your cunt and come home with me so
we can do this on a big bed with a mirrored canopy and lots of dildoes
to fuck each other with. Afterward, we can browse my family albums and
video library."

"You knew I couldn't resist if you left me hanging."

"Yes, I tricked you, but I'm still going to hold you to your
decision whether you like it or not. We made a fair deal; you gave me your
word. If you try to back out, I'll tattoo the word 'whore' on your forehead."

"I know you'll do it, too; I'll keep my word."

"Well, give me your decision in one word."

"Cunt! What else could I say but cunt? I feel like I'm all cunt.
Take me home with you and do anything you want with me. I'm just a cunt,
your cunt. Give me a squeeze box and teach me how to train Mark. I'll do
exactly what you tell me to do. You have my word on that, too. I want to
pussy whip the shit out of that type-'A' asshole."

"Now you're talking like a true cunt. First, we're going shopping."
Bonnie climbed off and said, "Put something on and grab an overnight
bag. Take the rest of your clothes and personal effects and load them in
my trunk. I'm only going to have Mark locked up for twenty-four hours,
but I want him thinking you packed up and moved out. We need to get to
work on that fucker right away."

Faye struggled up and said, "I'm glad we're not pressing charges.
I'd like to keep him around as long as possible once we get him good and
whipped."

"Like I said, he could be good for eight, maybe ten years, but
I'm sure you'll tire of him much sooner. It'll be lots of fun for the next
year or two, though. You'll see."

"I believe everything you say, now, Bonnie. After getting beat
up, I think I'd rather live the way you do. My motto's going to be, 'Nobody
shits on me.'"

"And don't ever forget that motto. It's more a creed. Now, get
busy before that drunk mother fucker comes home and kills us both. By the
way, what are his favorite watering holes?"

"He only has one: the sports bar on fifth avenue."

"Chuck's Bar and Grill?"

"Yeah, that's it. That's where he is right now. I'm almost positive."

"Go load the car while I make the call. Wait a sec. I've got
a better idea. Let's swing by the station and talk to the arresting officers.
Let them see you and fall in love. They'll make a much better arrest after
meeting you."

"What do you mean by a much better arrest?"

"I mean, they'll put Mark through the treatment. I'll explain
to them what I want. I want you to walk into Chuck's with the officers,
point out Mark, then say, 'He's the bastard who beat me up. Arrest that
scum bag.'"

"Mark would shit. All of his buddies hang out there."

"Precisely. His buddies will see him whimpering like a baby,
right after he got through bragging about putting the bitch in her place.
With any luck, he'll have a bimbo on his lap when you walk in."

"I wouldn't be surprised."

"Just in case he comes back, take all your clothes and toss
them in my trunk. He'll shit when he sees that. Most of your things are
going to Goodwill or the Salvation Army anyway. Put all of your bras, panties,
and panty hose in the trash. You'll never wear any of those things again.
I think he'll get that message, too."

"I doubt he'll come back before he gets picked up. This is probably
a waste of time."

"No, he'll be coming home after they release him. He'll feel
like shit, and then he'll see you've left. The first place he'll look to
track you down is at the plant, but he can't get in without proper clearance.
You'll see him in the lobby, on your turf, and you'll be looking fine.
You'll be standing between Max and Greg with your arms folded while you
lay down the law to your miserable, wife-battering spouse. I can see Greg
and Max feeling your naked ass under your micro mini the whole time with
a crowd of people behind you checking out the naked pussy the big cats
are giving them enticing peeks of."

"That would devastate Mark, especially if I stood with my feet
planted wide and let them do anything they want, and if I acted like I
didn't care who was looking at my naked pussy, Mark would shit."

"That's the attitude exactly, but you shouldn't need to act."

"The way I feel about my pussy right now, I won't be. I feel
like showing it off."

They both got busy loading the car and were soon on their way to
the police station. Bonnie looked over to Faye and said, "How would
you like to show your pussy to the officers?"

"I couldn't do that, could I?"

"When those men see you, that private room where they take the
victim's statement will be standing room only. I've had some great scenes
in those situations. Cops are horny fuckers, and pictures of sexual abuse
require photos. I didn't notice any, but did he put any other marks on
you other than on your face? I just need the slightest reason to get you
naked."

"I don't know, but he did kick me between the legs as he left.
It wasn't hard, but there might be something there."

"That's perfect. Just the fact that he kicked you there will
require a thorough inspection."

"And, there's a slight scratch where my bra clasp scraped on
my left tittie. Look. I think I did that when I tried to roll away from
him, right before he kicked me."

"Oh yes, that's good. You'll have to disrobe completely. You
let me do all the talking. You're too distraught. They'll be more than
happy to let me serve as the matron overseeing that everything is done
above-board and proper. Only, it won't be."

"What are you trying to do, set up a gang bang in the police
station?"

"No. They won't get overtly sexual with you, at least, I don't
think they will. You never know, though. All cops are strong type-A's'.
I fucked the two guys that arrested my second husband. I fucked them while
he sat cuffed in the squad car."

"Did he watch?"

"We were in the house. He waited. That's worse. I came to the
door with them an hour later, buck naked with sperm covering the insides
of both legs, just to make sure he didn't think we were discussing issues
of law and order."

"You really put your husbands through the wringer, didn't you?"

"I sure did, but I'm much better at it now. Mark is in for a
very rough ride; but then again, he's a very rough type-'A', a lion. They
only make it hard on themselves. The rougher they are, the more fun the
job is."

"Are there different classes of type-A males?"

"Lions, tigers, and bears."

"Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my."

"That's right, Dorothy. The lion is the worst for most women,
but the best for me. They are the wife beaters that can't hold a job and
fuck everything in sight. They're also the real he-man types, macho men,
king of the jungle. I love to whip lions. I'm a lion tamer. Mark is a classic
lion, and I want his cute ass."

"What's a tiger?"

"Tigers don't hit, and they're generally good providers. Tigers
look and dress classy and are usually white collar types."

"And bears. What are they like?"

"Bears work hard six months out of the year then lounge around
the house in front of a TV watching sports or fishing shows. They're horny
fuckers, but they don't like chasing pussy. Most bears are fat huggie bear
types--loveable, likeable, papa bears. They try to fuck everything that
comes inside their cave; at least, everything that squats to pee. Rarely
will a bear let a daughter or baby sitter keep her cherry."

Faye laughed loud then said, "You just described my dad to a
tee. He even looks like a bear. I got my rug from him. I'm one of the few
creatures that squatted to pee to make it out of the cave. So lions are
easiest to tame, huh?"

"Easy for me, because I like a challenge, and I've gotten good
at it. Bears are the easiest. Lions are more fun, though. Before the week
is out, I can have Mark licking Greg's dick while it's fucking you, while
he's getting butt-fucked by Max."

Faye came alive as she jumped to turn in her seat, saying, "You
could actually do that?"

"I'd stake my reputation on it. You like that idea, huh?"

"I love it. How could you do that?"

"Simple. Change the way you have sex with him. You need to give
him the best sex he ever had, but only on your terms."

"Like what?"

"Separate sex and love. You never make love to Mark. You fuck,
or you love, but keep the two totally separated. When you kiss and love
one another, that's all you do. You need to give him plenty of love and
affection to keep him in-love. Mark is still in-love with you, and he won't
fall out of love easily if he still believes you love him. Except where
sex and money are concerned, be the woman he fell in love with, only more
so. When you fuck, there's no kissing or holding. Another thing, you fuck
him, he never fucks you."

"I don't get it."

"Type-A's' like to sexually dominate their woman. They get over
you and pound your cunt, or they get behind you and fuck you like a dog.
Either way, you're getting fucked. For them, it's a power trip."

"That is the way he screws me. It's always rough and fast."

"That's classic lion behavior, and I'll bet there's no foreplay,
either."

"No. He hates the messy part. He won't get his hands in the
slime."

"From now on, there will be at least one hour of foreplay while
you languish under his hands and mouth. Sometimes he'll get pussy afterward,
and sometimes not. He must never know. When you decide, you fuck yourself
on his dick. You disregard the rest of him and treat his dick like a dildoe
with a man attached to it."

"I like that."

"It's actually the only way to fuck, and guys like it that way
once they get used to it. They just lie on their back and watch the bitch
workout. Another way is to have him get on his knees and hold steady. If
he moves, sex is over. You take out your big rubber dick and finish yourself
while he jacks off and watches."

"I don't have one."

"We're going shopping. You need a big, black, life-like cock
with balls that you keep out in the open on the night stand on his side
of the bed. Give it an Afro name. I call mine Rufus. White lions are all
terribly prejudiced, against black men, especially. They know black men
have the biggest dicks."

"That's Mark. He once told me if I ever looked at a nigger--his
words, not mine--he'd never speak to me again. He said If I ever fucked
a nigger, he'd never touch me again."

"That was an idle threat. All my white lions learn to suck and
fuck my black studs. You just have to condition them first. When I know
he's good and horny, and we're in bed, I'll say, 'Sweetheart, be a dear
and hand Rufus to me. I'm feeling horny for something big and black.'"

"And they do it?"

"If they ever want any of my squeeze-box pussy again they do.
Remember, cut off his money supply right away, and he'll be out of regular
pussy real fast."

"That would be easy with Mark. He gets every dime from me. He
raids my purse at will. Can you tell me the secret, now?"

Bonnie told her the secret and demonstrated how to contract each
muscle group, how to alternate them to create suction, and how to do all
at once for the squeeze box effect.

[Author's note: I'd detail this lesson, but I don't know the secret.
I did meet one true squeeze box in Thailand back in the sixties. They are
real. She could smoke cigarettes, blow smoke rings, and drink a beer from
a long-necked beer bottle with her cunt. She also wouldn't let me out until
I paid her--the bitch! No bullshit! She was an expensive little shit, too.
A hundred bucks for Thai pussy back in '69--can you imagine? The real pisser
was the long line you had to stand in, but it did move fast. Still, a hundred
big ones for a one minute fuck and she was ugly besides, but I digress.
The story picks up five miles later.]

"Wow, this is great, Bonnie. I can do it, the suction too. I'm
going to practice while we talk. Man, this is so neat. I can't wait to
try it on a real dick."

"I think I've created a monster--a cuntabeast."

"Yeah, a man eating cuntabeast."

"Pay attention, cuntabeast."

"I'm listening."

"Open your own bank account, and never keep cash. Pay all the
bills, and make him ask for what he needs. Get receipts for everything,
and give him no extra. When he behaves extra well, fuck him till he can't
walk, then give him twenty bucks to go out and get drunk with the boys.
He'll piss it all away on one binge and be too fucked out to chase pussy."

"Mark would be fucked if I did that. He always blows whatever
he has."

"Typical type-'A'. Okay, here we are. Are you ready? Let's see
your sad face. Wonderful. You do make good faces."

"I love theater. I'm a great actress if I do say so myself.
I can even cry on demand."

"Good, do some crying in there while I explain what happened.
Hey, I just had a great idea. I could be your mother."

"But we don't look anything alike."

"So, I could be your step-mother or adoptive parent. I'm old
enough. I won't even have to lie. They'll just assume, and if you call
me, Mom, and I call you sweetheart or dear, there won't be any questions.
You're a legal adult, so they won't need my signature or ID for anything.
Just in case, I'll leave my purse in the car. What's your mother's name
and where does she live?"

"Gwen, and she lives twenty miles south of here in Rosemont."

"Great, if Mark hears that your mother came with you. He'll
assume it was Gwen. I won't go along on the arrest. After they cart him
off, I'll swing in and pick you up. Better yet, we go into Chuck's and
pick up Mark's buddies, every damn one. We take them back to the duplex,
and fuck their brains out on Mark's marital bed. He'll return to a vacated
home with his sheets sticky with buddy fuck."

"He has a lot of friends, you know."

"The more, the merrier. We're going to have a contest to see
who can leave the boldest message on Mark's bed sheet; that is, if they
can find a dry spot to write on."

"Oh my god! What does the winner get?"

"The winner gets a weekend with Mark's wife in the Marriot,
all expenses paid. My treat."

"Wow, I've never been a prize before. I hope Jay wins. Jay is
Mark's best friend, and he's a doll. I don't know what type he is, but
he's not a type-A."

"Let me see. Mark would hang out with a shy type-C. The typical
type-C is BJ Honeycut from MASH."

"Yep, that's Jay. Are type-C's' good?"

"For traditional marriages, they're perfect. For women like
us, they're an absolute bore. They only make love, and when they find out
you cheated on them, they'll want to see a marriage counselor with you."

"He'd be nice for a weekend, though. I know he wants to make
love to me."

"Knock yourself out. Whatever he writes, I'll declare him the
winner."

"He'll probably write, 'I'm sorry, Mark, but I couldn't resist."

"I don't care if he writes, 'Heavenly father, please forgive
me.'"

Faye laughed, then said, "I love you, Mom."

Bonnie smiled, brushed hair from Faye's eyes and said, "Those
words really touched me, though I know you were just being cute. I've been
afraid to say this to you for fear of driving you deeper into your shell,
but I love you, Faye."

Faye fell into Bonnie's loving embrace and softly said, "I wasn't
being cute. I do love you. The mom part was being cute. I don't love you
the way I love my mom."

They kissed as lovers kiss. When their lips gently parted, Bonnie
said, "I don't want us to become like lesbian lovers, but I want these
feelings out in the open between us."

"That's how I feel too. I might be bisexual. No, I'm very bisexual.
I'm dying to eat your pussy, but I see myself with a man, maybe a man like
Greg."

"Interesting, the classic type-B."

"What's a classic type-B?"

"Hawkeye Pierce. Fun-loving, a rascal, but fair. Hawkeye is
a swinger looking for a swinging partner to dance through life with and
dine on sensuous pleasures together. Type-B's' have soul mates, and they
are forever looking for them." Bonnie suddenly became pensive; then,
as if a light went on over her head, she said, "Yes, I see it clear
as day, now. He's your soul mate, Faye."

Faye's face appeared lit by the light as she excitedly said, "Do
you really think so, because I believe in soul mates, too?"

"I know so. What's the first law?"

"Bonnie is always right."

"Very good. I now pronounce you soul mates."

"Oh god, Bonnie. It's true; I just know it's true. I felt it
deep down inside from the moment he touched me this afternoon. I would
do anything for him, and he knew it, too. I can't wait to go to him and
throw myself at his feet."

"Hold on there, Pocohontas. Madam Bonnie is getting a clearer
picture. Greg seems to know he found you. That's the only explanation for
what he did today that makes any sense. If he wanted you prostrate at his
feet, he could have had that this afternoon."

"He could have, and he knew it. So what's clear?"

"Well, it looks like he wants to play a game with you before
he claims you all to himself."

"I got that impression. So what do I do?"

"It's like slow dancing, Faye. Get close, and try to feel where
he's leading so he's not dragging you across the dance floor or doesn't
feel like you're leading him. Call it the mating dance of the soul mates.
It's the rarest dance of all, and the most sensual when performed right."

"That sounds marvelous, so romantic on a spiritual plane. I'm
doing great so far, don't you think?"

"Superb, but you're leading a bit. That's my doing. There's
three of us in this dance. I was about to tap him on the shoulder and take
over. I can see, now, that I need to step out."

"What do you mean, step out?"

"We should go back to being friends and co-workers. We shouldn't
carry on a sexual relationship outside the plant."

"But you told me the secret. What about your plans for me?"

"True. I'll tell you what. Give me your solemn word that you
will never share this with a living soul for the rest of your life, and
we'll just call it a gift. I could never come between soul mates. That
goes against my principles."

"Oh, Bonnie. I do love you so much. I swear to you, as god is
my witness, I will never breathe a word, not even to my soul mate."

"He'll know where you learned it, but don't let him know you
have a squeeze box until the time is right. Even then, don't tell him the
technique or you might find yourself living in a harem of girls with squeeze
boxes. If that happens, I'll be very pissed."

"I swore. You needn't worry. So, what now?"

"For now, you should go home to your folks. You should still
have Mark put in the slammer, but having me help you pussy whip him may
not be where Greg was headed. If you see that it is, come to me for advice,
friend to friend, just as you would have anyway. Do you see what I mean?"

"Yes, I think so. He's trying to bring me out sexually, but
so are you. I'm moving along way faster than I should. Is that what you
mean?"

"Exactly. If he wanted my help, he would have asked."

"I've grown by leaps and bounds in one afternoon. I suppose
when I see him tomorrow, I shouldn't be too different from when he saw
me last. I wish, now, that I hadn't let you shave my pussy. I wouldn't
have done that so soon had it not been for you pushing."

"You can always say I forced it on you. That would be just like
me. I've done that to several stuck-up bitches, and I had one young girl
tattooed because she called me a bitch."

"You had a girl tattooed! What tattoo did you have put on her?"

"Why, 'Bitch' of course, right across her fucking chest in three-
inch block letters."

"Oh my god. I'll never call you a bitch."

"You already did in the throes of passion. That's permissible.
Just smile when you call me filthy names, and don't ever shit on me."

"Got it. So, what do I tell Greg tomorrow?"

"I got the same word everyone else got. Basically, that was
to bring you into the fold and cut the cold shoulder routine. I was also
told that if anyone molests you, they'd answer to Greg."

"Oh, that is so sweet of him. No wonder no one grabbed my ass
today."

"Trust me, nobody will molest you. Even at sixty-two, Greg is
not a man anybody would want to tangle with. And you don't tangle with
Greg without Max at his side. The two are an awesome combination. The Japanese
found that to be true."

"Then I can't tell them that you molested me."

"Yes you can. They know me. If someone tells me I can't do something,
I have to do it to show them they can't tell me what I can't do. They understand.
They won't kick my ass. I might get my ass chewed, but I'll offer them
each a fuck and a blow job, and we'll be square again. We're basically
very good friends. Me, Max, and Greg used to be like the three musketeers,
or some would say, the three stooges."

"I can see that. What happened?"

"I don't know. For one thing, I got married again. A new type-A
lion needs my full-time attention. We just drifted apart. We could easily
fall back into the same routine of hanging out together, seeing who could
piss the farthest or fart the loudest."

Faye laughed, then said, "Oh, I wish you would get back together.
I would love to be in the middle of the three of you."

"Yeah, having you between us would make things more interesting.
Let me think about that. I want you in my life. I know that much. I definitely
want you in my sex life. I'll lobby for that when Greg chews my ass out."

"Lobby hard, because I want you in my life, too, my sex life
especially."

"By the way, I saw Max before I left the plant. I told him about
how the Winters thing went. He was tickled shitless. I told him about the
shave and how you went bonkers when I ate you out. The way I told it didn't
sound like molestation, but you can tell your version that I'll later corroborate
when I'm confronted."

"What's my version?"

"Well, lets see, the story I told Max picked up where I had
you laid out naked on the desk. From there on, you appear to be a passive
recipient. I did everything to you. Remember when I pushed you against
the wall and had you by the tits?"

"Hell yes, I remember. You scared me half to death."

"Suppose I'd said, 'You do exactly as I tell you, or so help
me god, I'll have the word 'whore' tattooed across your chest in block
letters four-inches tall."

"Why four instead of three?"

"You have bigger tits."

"Great, I knew they'd be good for something. That would have
made me do exactly what you said. I'm serious."

"I know, and they know I can make a bitch like you piss her
panties. There's your story. I never mentioned the fuck puddle. I meant
to, but got side-tracked. No one saw cum running down your legs, so don't
mention it. When you have to lie, make it simple and as close to the truth
as possible. And never offer information you don't need to divulge. Remember,
you're being sexually harassed against your will. Give name, rank, and
serial number, period."

"Good advice, now what do we do? Is this where we part company?"

"You need a ride to Mommy's house, and I've got all your shit
in my trunk. I guess I'll wait. If I go in with you, I'll wind up taking
over. I'll go buy a magazine and wait out here until you come out. Let
me give you some advice. I've been through this drill a few times. Greg
would love to hear a juicy story about your ordeal at the police station.
Don't make up a story. He'll see through it. When you go in there, go in
pissed. Demand they arrest Mark, and tell them you want the injuries documented
because you may press charges. You haven't decided."

"Should I go along on the arrest?"

"Would you if I hadn't pushed that idea?"

"No. I wouldn't want to see him."

"Then you tell them that. Be sure you tell them he kicked you
between your legs and scratched your breast. When they hear that, their
wheels will start turning. They have to provide a female cop to do a photo
record for evidence, but you can waive that. Tell them you're in a hurry;
a friend is waiting; you're not bashful. You get the idea. They don't want
to bring in a female officer unless she's one of the guys. Try to show
them your breast right at the front desk, and they'll know you're not bashful.
Just set the stage and be ready to roll with the punches."

"What will that do?"

"You'll have set yourself up for some major police impropriety,
and that's what Greg wants to hear. He doesn't want to hear how you seduced
five cops in a police station. He wants to hear how five cops took advantage
of your situation, beauty, and vulnerability. They will, too. When horny
cops get a victim like you on their turf with no unfriendly witnesses,
your word against theirs, they have a field day. They show no mercy. Young
rape victims get stripped, grilled, poked, prodded, and photographed until
everyone in the department gets their jollies."

"That can't be true, is it?"

"I've heard it from rape victims and from cops I've dated. It's
true, and it's common. That's really the second rape girls talk about,
only they can't talk about it. It gets lumped in with the whole system,
but that's their big ordeal. When they're spread out naked like a lab frog
with some pig in their face going, 'Is that when he stuck his big, black
cock in your mouth, sweetheart?'"

"The police wouldn't talk like that to a rape victim, would
they?"

"They would; they do; and they did to Cindy."

"Your daughter was raped?"

"Sort of. She was gang banged, but they didn't ask permission
first, so I thought it might be neat to send her through the system. She
couldn't remember anything about the guys. She knew them all, but that
was our story. We didn't want them caught, we just wanted to see what the
cops would do with her if I dropped her off naked in a blanket and made
an excuse to leave her alone in their care to go to work."

"What happened?"

"They gang banged her after they played with her all morning.
That line I quoted came straight from Cindy's story."

"Wow. Do you think I'll get gang banged?"

"I doubt it. Yours is a different case, but I expect they'll
have their fun before letting you go. If you're not out in thirty minutes,
I'll know they're having fun. Don't go showing off your baby squeeze box,
or you'll never get out of there. Besides, you're not that good at it,
yet. I'll wait two hours, then I'm coming in as the upset mom wanting to
see my daughter. That will end the fun whether you're ready or not."

"I'll be ready in an hour, I think. Give them two hours, though.
I can take anything for two hours. Well, here goes. Give me a moment to
get my pissed face on."

Bonnie watched Faye go into a meditative state for less than a minute,
then snap out of it with a jerk and throw open the door. She stormed into
the station and marched to the front desk. Bonnie smiled at her little
trooper.

Two hours later, Bonnie was reaching for the car door handle when Faye came
out the station door. She walked to the car, got in, looked to Bonnie and
said, "Cindy wasn't lying. Those fuckers put me through the mill. I didn't
get fucked, but I sure feel raped. I have a good story for Greg, though.
Hey, they picked Mark up right away. Did you see them bring him in?"

Bonnie started the car and headed south. She said, "No, but they wouldn't
bring him through the front entrance anyway. Did you see him?"

"No, but they had him. I heard him pleading his innocence. Do you know who
he called with his one phone call? His Mommy."

"Figures. She can't bail him out. He's not under arrest; he's being
detained. So, on to Mom and Dad's. Would you like to stop and call first?"

"They're home. If not, I still have a key. They don't like Mark, not one
bit. When they find out I had him thrown in jail for hitting me, I'll be
welcomed with open arms. They practically disowned me for marrying him. They
could help a great deal, but they won't lend me a dime as long as I'm with
Mark."

"What have they got against Mark? He looks clean-cut and he's in pre-law."

"He screwed my kid sister, but they call it rape."

"What do you call it?"

"I call it sibling rivalry. The little slut was after him from my first
date, four years ago when she was just thirteen. She got her wish at
fifteen."

"I'm surprised they didn't bring him up on statutory rape charges."

"They wanted to, real bad, but thanks to my big mouth, Mark had something
bigger on my dad. Other than Mark, I have never told a living soul this, and
I wouldn't tell you but you shared your secret with me. Dad's been molesting
me since I was eight, and he screwed Charlene, my sister, three years before
Mark did."

"He never screwed you?"

"He tried, but I wouldn't let him."

"He's not much of a child molester if he takes no for an answer. He could
get kicked out of the guild."

"Molester's a bit strong. I used that term because I thought you'd like it.
With me, he employed strong persuasion and a little blackmail to get me to
cooperate. The term doesn't apply at all in my sister's case. She molested
me; Dad took advantage of me; and Mom looked the other way. It really wasn't
that bad, just nasty."

"Would you let him fuck you now?"

"I don't know. I've never really thought about it. My Dad is a big hairy ape
with a big dick. I don't care for men with hair on their back, and really
big dicks look like they'd hurt more than feel good. I don't know why I
thought that. I watched him screw my little sister enough. She's a petite
girl besides. Even at the age of eleven, she could take him to the balls,
and she never cried out in pain. Still, it looked painful to me."

"What do you think a big dick is?"

"I thought my Dad had the biggest one in the world. It's not that long,
maybe nine or ten inches, but it's as thick as my wrist and gets thicker
near the base. The base is as thick as my fist, maybe a bit smaller, but not
much."

"How big is the head?"

"Slightly larger than my wrist."

"That's a muscle cock."

"It is. He can stick it in Charlene and hold her suspended in air using only
his dick. She weighs about ninety pounds now, and I'll bet he can still do
it. The last time I saw them fuck, she weighed about seventy-five or eighty.
That was a year ago when I started college. Oh, and he has huge hairy balls.
He cums a river. I thought all men did, but Mark showed me they didn't."

"You've got a good bear, there, Faye. He has the perfect cock to practice
on."

"I was thinking the same thing. Did you ever screw your dad?"

"Whose kid do you think Luke is?"

"Wow. Was it rape?"

"No, it was intentional. He thought I'd look cute pregnant at fourteen, so
he knocked me up while Mom held my legs apart for him."

"Shit, you had it rough."

"Rough? Do I look like the kind of girl that wouldn't get off on that. I
loved it. I had great parents, two card-carrying child molesters, one of
each sex, and me an only child. I got all the attention. The bitch that
first sat on my face was my mother, and I was six at the time."

"I can't even imagine that. I can't imagine my mother fucking. She's the
atypical dumb cunt married to a type-A bear. She's a real sweet woman, and a
great mom, but by your definition, she's a dumb cunt. At least, he's no
asshole. I do love my nasty, huggie-bear, type-A daddy."

"What do you suppose would happen if I tickled his palm with my fuck
finger?"

"Hmmm...I suppose, he'd offer you a tour of his work shop. Mom stays out of
his workshop when he's giving tours. I used to get the tour once a week, and
Charlene is still getting tours, but she has always had a season pass."

"I want you to come with me on the tour. I'd like to give him a tour of his
daughter's sexy mature body."

"You pervert."

"Smile when you say that."

Faye smiled and said, "You pervert."

"That's better. When was the last time he took a tour of you?"

"Let me see, that would be right after I turned seventeen, almost three
years ago when I got engaged to Mark. He's never seen between my legs. I
always kept my knees together. He liked to bind my wrists, then throw the
tail end of the rope over a rafter. He'd haul me to my tip toes and have a
field day, rubbing his cock all over me, poking it between my thighs,
jacking off on my body, mostly in my pubic hair."

"That's heavier than I thought."

"It would have been heavier, but I cut a deal. I said he could do anything
but have any kind of intercourse with me, and that I'd report him if he ever
tried to get my legs apart. That's what I feared more than anything, showing
my nasty gash. Until today, it's been a phobia with me. I've had so many
people look inside my cunt crack today, I feel like a demonstration model at
a gynecologist's convention."

"No shit. How many were cops?"

"Eight--six men and two women. I had my legs pushed so far back, I could
reach straight out to each side and touch my toes."

"And nobody fucked you?"

"No, but they all fingered me and ate me, starting with the bitches. I
wanted to stay, but I knew you'd be barging in and creating a scene."

"You slut."

"Smile when you say that."

Bonnie smiled and said, "You slut slime queen."

"You know it. I left a trail of slut slime all the way through the station.
I'm sitting in a puddle of the stuff right now just thinking about the
workshop. Take the next exit, then bear right onto Calabash. It's three
miles down."

"So, can I watch Daddy get some daughter pussy?"

"I suppose. What the hell. He was good to me. I had some great times
swinging from the rafters up-side-down with his dick in my face, or watching
him fuck my sister. They both like being watched, so whenever they got it
on, someone came and got me. They liked to fuck up-close and personal,
usually over my face so their fuck covered me. You would not have been the
first to fuck on me."

"Christ, you were into some heavy shit."

"I told him he could do anything, and he took me up on it. Believe me, they
did everything but fuck me, anything their two nasty minds could come up
with. They loved getting their fuck all over me, because they knew how much
I hated it, especially if any got in my mouth."

"Did you really hate it, or was that an act?"

"A little of both. In the beginning, I almost threw up. Charlene liked to
sit on my face after a fuck. Since it wasn't intercourse, I had to permit
it. As time went on, I got used to it, and toward the end, I looked forward
to it. I still put on a good show of revulsion, even on my last day."

"So, you've been fucked on before."

"Hundreds of times. Your threat sent tingles up my spine."

"You did seem to take that rather well."

"Charlene had a great way of getting a full load in my mouth in front of
Mom. She has always been very affectionate and kisses on the mouth. It was
not unusual for her to get on my lap and give me a big kiss, then say, 'I
just love my big sister to pieces.'"

"I know what's coming."

"Right. She'd go suck Dad off then give me a kiss. When she broke the kiss,
I'd have a mouth full of semen with Mom looking at me. Charlene would always
end her declaration of love with a question I had to respond to, such as,
'Do you love me, too?' I had no choice but to swallow."

"I like that kid's style. Don't tell me you didn't anticipate these gifts."

"The first few took me by complete surprise. After I swallowed and didn't
die, I decided it wasn't bad. I never made it easy for her, but I did know
when it was coming and made myself vulnerable to a sneak attack. I don't
think they ever suspected that I liked the things they did."

"Did your mom know what Charlene was doing?"

"Oh yes. Charlene always let some cum dribble down my chin so she would
know. I'd swallow while making a sour face, then wipe my chin in disgust.
Charlene would go away laughing. I know Mom felt sorry for me. She was
always consoling me, asking me to be tolerant, patient, and understanding.
They were sick, and we had to be strong. We had to keep the secret and bear
up. The only time she ever got really pissed at me was when she found out
I'd told Mark."

"We need to get Mommy in on this. It's time you all stepped out of the
closet."

"You can try. She knows what's going on in there. She knew Charlene was
getting fucked, even when she was very young. Charlene made it a point to
make it obvious. From the age of fifteen, I never emerged from a session
that my face wasn't covered with fuck. Mom has seen me come out with cum in
my hair or running down my legs enough, but I made it a point to keep
telling her I was a virgin. I'm not a kid or a virgin anymore. I'm sure if
you cleared it with Dad, then went out to get her, she'd come along. All she
can say is, thanks but no thanks, right?"

"Not if I come and get her. All she can say is, okay."

"I forgot who I was talking to. Mom is a petite and soft-spoken woman. She's
the type you can make piss her panties. I took after Dad. Charlene took
after Mom, but in personalities, it's just the opposite. I think she's very
pretty, but if you like full-figured women, she's a bit on the thin side."

"Small tits, boyish figure, tight ass?"

"Her tits are medium--thirty-two B-cups I believe. I wouldn't call her
figure boyish, though she does have a small ass. Her tiny waist gives her a
girlish figure. Dad can get both hands around her waist and touch fingers
and thumbs. She and Charlene can wear the same clothes."

"A perfect mate for a big bear."

"I suppose. They seem happy. Turn left at the light and go three blocks.
Their house is the first on the left after you hang a right."

"It's party time. Hey, maybe your slut sister will be there."

"Maybe. If she is, she'll go in with us and tie the ropes on me. You'll like
Charlene, birds of a feather."

"I get the feeling you don't hate her."

"No, not at all. You remind me of my sister. That's why I buddied up to you
right away. When I say rivalry; I was the good daughter, straight 'A'
student, virgin at the alter; Charlene was the opposite. Dad didn't get her
cherry. He was number twelve or thirteen. She's had three abortions, and
gave up for adoption the last two she carried to term. She's pregnant, now.
Seven months, I believe, and she dropped out of school in her freshman year.
She loves being pregnant, and Dad loves keeping her that way. No, we get
along, but she'd love to corrupt me. She's been trying since she was seven."

"Is this where I turn right?"

"Yes. That's my old homestead, and Charlene's car is here. It is party
time."

"With four cunts and one old cock, it's shaping up to be a hen party. I'll
take charge of the hens. I want that cock reserved exclusively for you."

"Whatever. I'm just along for the ride."

Bonnie parked in the driveway and turned off the engine. She turned to Faye
and said, "Get your cunt ready for display. Look, I'm going to get the ball
rolling good then split. It's already nearing my bedtime, and I've got an
hour's drive to get home. Before I go, I'll get Mom and Sis started on your
pussy. Daddy will have already had you, so you should have an interesting
night."

"No shit. I'll be tied up all night."

"Take the morning off. I'll cover for you. You need to cover your own ass
for when Mark gets let out, which will be around eight tomorrow night. Be
here, not at the duplex. Tomorrow, you need to close your bank account and
open another in your name only. Get rid of all cash and pawnable items.
Store them here or at my place. Whatever your plans are for Mark, you need
to get that dangerous fucker under control. I'm serious."

"I realize that now."

"I gave you enough good advice on how to whip a man like Mark, so you should
do okay if you just keep the principles in mind."

"I get the idea."

"It wouldn't hurt to let him sweat it out in that duplex for a few days,
wondering if you'll ever come back. On the other hand, the sooner you act
after his release, the easier he'll be to deal with. He'll be meek and mild
for a few days, but 'A's have short memories. You decide which is best for
you."

"I think I'd better jump on him right off, but I'll wait till he comes to me
here or at the plant. I need to deal with him on my turf, right?"

"You were listening after all. Very good. I'll let you do all the talking
and explaining, but when we get in the shop, I'll gradually take the lead.
I'll slip away at some point and take your things into the house. I'd
appreciate it if you don't drag this explanation out too long. Keep it
simple and do something to get the ball rolling."

"I'll show my pussy and tell them he beat me up for shaving without asking."

"That should do the trick. Make the introductions first, so I can get my
palm tickle in at the start."

"I'm ready, and so is my slimy pussy."

"What are we sitting here for?"

* * *

Faye rang the door bell, which Bonnie thought was odd. A plain but
attractive woman in her late thirties answered the door. On seeing Faye, she
brightened and embraced her daughter, saying, "Faye, what brings you out
this way on a week night? Is something wrong?"

Bonnie said, "Get her into the light and you'll see why she's here."

Gwen said, "I'm sorry. Do come in."

When they entered, Gwen immediately noticed her daughter's black eye. Her
face showed motherly concern and compassion as she said, "Oh my goodness,
Faye. Did Mark do this to you?"

"Yes. I'll explain later. Mom, this is Bonnie Ange from the plant. She's a
good friend."

Bonnie offered her hand. Faye saw her mother's startled face as their hands
met in a hand shake. She also saw her mother's face turn curious as she
said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Bonnie."

Bonnie, still shaking the hand, said, "The pleasure is all mine. You're a
very attractive woman, Gwen. I see where your beautiful daughter gets her
sexy eyes."

Gwen blushed ten shades as she tried to get her hand back without being too
obvious. Faye took some pressure off by saying, "I see Charlene's car is
outside. Is Dad here too? "

Bonnie finally released the hand and Gwen rubbed her palm nervously as she
replied, "Your father's on the phone in the kitchen, and Charlene's watching
TV in her room. Let's move to the dining room, and I'll gather the family.
You go on and get your father off the phone. I'll get Charlene."

They parted at the hall leading to the bedrooms. Gwen turned right after
receiving a firm squeeze to her ass which she tried to ignore. Bonnie gave
her the big cat growling purr, saying, "I got to have me some of that fine
pussy." Gwen was just a few feet away at that point, but ignored that remark
as well. She did step up her pace, though. When her mother was out of
earshot, Faye said, "You're scaring her half to death, Bonnie."

"The horny bitch want's to fuck me, so stay out of it."

Bonnie and Faye went into the dining room and on to the kitchen where Faye's
father, Robert, stood with his back to them wearing a short robe. They
stopped for Faye to whisper, "You tickled her palm, didn't you?"

"Yes, and I'll be tickling her clit in ten minutes if you'll move this
along. Here, let me show you how."

Faye watched Bonnie move in behind her father and reach around his hips with
both hands as she moved her mouth to his ear to whisper something. Robert
suddenly went stiff and said, "I gotta go, Frank. Something just came up."

Faye shook her head as her father dropped the phone trying to hang up the
hand set. She knew Bonnie had him by the cock. Faye walked up to his left
side and said, "Hi Dad." Her eyes glanced down, and sure enough, something
had come up. Bonnie had both hands on it with room to spare. Faye smiled at
his astonished look and said, "Dad, meet Bonnie, my horny and uninhibited
coworker."

Robert tried to look over his shoulder and said, "Hi. Do you always
introduce yourself this way? I'm not complaining, just curious."

"Sorry, but your daughter has been talking about your huge cock all the way
over here. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. You're right, Faye, your
Dad has a real pussy pleaser between his legs. This is what you need to get
that twat of yours broken in good. I get to fuck him after you."

Robert looked at his pussy pleaser getting pleased, then looked to Faye. She
smiled and said, "I'm sorry I let out family secrets, but she brought up the
subject of incest fantasies. They're coming, Bonnie."

Bonnie released him. To say he was flustered when he turned around and saw
what a sexy woman had him by the cock is a gross understatement. He was so
absorbed with Bonnie that his thick cock remained poking through the parting
of the robe as Gwen entered leading Charlene. Gwen stopped to give her
husband a stern glare which made him pull a flap over his erection, making
it even more obscene.

Charlene, at seventeen and very pregnant, beamed a big smile after quickly
sizing up the situation. She wore only a see-thru teddy and went straight to
Bonnie to offer her hand. Fingers tickled palms on both hands as Charlene
said, "I'm Charlene, Faye's evil twin. We're not twins, of course, but I'm
sure she thinks of me that way. I wish I could say I'd heard all about you,
but she's never said a word."

"We met recently. She tells me you're a slut. I'm sure we'll get along. Nice
belly. Barefoot and pregnant suits you. Did your father fuck that kid in
you, or were you out free lancing this time?"

These words sucked all the air from the room, but Charlene simply smiled and
said, "Who knows. Sluts never know."

Robert just noticed Faye's eye and said, "What happened to you, Faye?"

"Mark hit me."

"That bastard hit you?"

"He's in jail. I put him there to cool off."

"Well, good for you. Are you moving back home? You're more than welcome."

"Thanks, maybe for a day or two, but probably just for the night. He gets
out tomorrow at eight. It's just a twenty-four hour detention."

Gwen said, "What set him off? Was he drunk?

"No, quite sober. This set him off."

Faye lifted her skirt above her waist and stood watching the reactions to
her brazen display. Gwen stood speechless. Robert's eyes grew large, and
Charlene laughed, saying, "Well, it's about time you saw a twat barber."

Faye, still holding her skirt up, said, "Bonnie's the twat barber, but Mark
didn't appreciate her work. In fact, he was quite upset."

Gwen said, "Okay, Faye, we get the point." Faye let her skirt down as her
mother went on, "What possessed you to let her shave you there?"

"I got tired of wearing a bear-skin rug between my legs. She showed me hers,
and I thought it looked clean and sexy. I thought Mark would like it. I was
wrong. Show them yours, Bonnie."

Bonnie obviously couldn't wait. She crossed her arms over her front, grabbed
the hem of her dress, and whipped it off to reveal her nude body in high
heels. She stepped out wide with both feet and reached back to rest her
palms on the table as she leaned back. Robert's eyes almost popped out.
Charlene sank to one knee for a close look, and Gwen brought a hand to cover
her mouth as she turned several more shades of red. Bonnie stood in that
provocative pose facing Gwen and said, "What do you think, Gwen? Does my
pussy look clean and sexy?"

"I suppose."

Charlene appeared mesmerized by the sight of Bonnie's bare beaver. Her face
went right into it as she got to her knees and gripped Bonnie by each ass
cheek, pulling her face in tightly, laving the slit while moaning. Bonnie
appeared unaffected as she said, "Your pregnant slut daughter seems
impressed. Is that all you can say, I suppose?"

Faye began taking off her clothes. Robert couldn't decide what show to
watch, so he kept a watchful eye on both. When Faye was naked in her heels,
she stepped in front of him and backed up. She reached back and blindly
untied his robe. She then wiggled her ass against his hardness while tilting
her head back to whisper, "Just stand there and let me fuck you."

Robert needed no further inducement. He crouched and guided his cock between
her legs as Faye took over from the front and guided the head of his cock to
her hole. He sank half it's length inside her slippery hole and she fucked
herself on that half. He held her by the breasts while her pelvis did a
sensuous humping grind on his buried organ. He groaned when she first tried
her baby squeeze box. She gradually slowed her humps and used mostly
squeezes with a slow grind in her pelvis. She soon had her father moaning
and groaning as they both watched the passion play being enacted before
them.

Bonnie had Gwen in a trance-like state, taunting her to get closer for a
better look. Bonnie made Charlene move aside as she said, "Come closer,
Gwen. Get down at cunt level and get a good look between my legs. Come on.
Closer."

Gwen eventually sank to her knees between Bonnie's feet and stared between
Bonnie's legs. Bonnie said, "Feel how soft my pussy is, Gwen. I don't shave.
I had the hair removed."

Charlene clung to Bonnie's left thigh and took her mother's hand, guiding it
to the pussy she stared so intently at. She placed the hand squarely over
the core of Bonnie's sex, saying, "Feel her pussy, Mom. Doesn't this pussy
feel nice. She smells nice, too."

Bonnie said, "Gwen, smell my pussy."

Charlene said, "Go ahead, Mom. Put your nose to her slit and take a whiff."

Gwen moved to within an inch and sniffed. Charlene said, "Her pussy tastes
great, too."

Bonnie said, "Gwen, taste my pussy. Run your tongue through my cunt slit.
See if my pussy tastes clean and sexy."

Charlene said, "Do it, Mom. Lick her pussy."

Gwen sat back on her heels, staring at the beaver in her face, obviously
enthralled, but unable to respond to suggestion past this point. The others
thought the show was over, but Bonnie knew better. She said, "I can see you
need help. Stick out your tongue, Gwen. I said, stick out your tongue."

Amazingly, they saw Gwen's tongue move slowly from her lips. Bonnie said,
"All the way out. More. You can do better. Now make it as stiff as Mark's
prick." Gwen's eyes shot up and told Bonnie all she needed to know. "That's
it. Just hold what you got. I'll bring the mountain to Mohammed."

With that, Bonnie settled to her elbows and assumed a wider stance with her
cunt hole at the tip of Gwen's tongue. She then sank down the shaft until
she had her wet pussy sealed to the embarrassed mother's face and was
looking at her from the eyes up over her bald pubic mound. Bonnie said,
"There, now that's not so bad, is it? Your daughters were dying to see their
mother eat pussy. Now they both have smiles on their faces, and hubby has
the biggest smile of all. If you don't believe me, look over."

Gwen didn't try to get away or even retract her tongue. She wouldn't turn
her eyes to the left, either. The others saw Gwen's eyes suddenly pop wide
as they saw the pussy pulling on the tongue as it drew off to the tip.
Robert cried, "Good lord, a squeeze box!"

The amazing pussy sucked its way back to the lips under everyone's
astonished eyes, none more astonished than Gwen's. Bonnie pussy-sucked the
tongue as Gwen passively offered her tongue for the vulgar purpose,
appearing for all intents to be tongue fucking the woman. Bonnie taunted,
"Your tongue makes a good cock, Gwen. If you had balls on your chin, I'd
marry you. Show me how you'd tongue-fuck my cunt if you did have balls on
your chin. Let them see what a prick you can be."

Gwen didn't hesitate. She brought her hands up to support Bonnie's ass and
began fucking her face in Bonnie's beaver, much to the delight of Charlene.
Bonnie began a sensual grind in Gwen's fucking face as she said, "They're
fucking and you know it. Why can't you look? They're fucking in front of you
for a reason. I think hubby's trying to tell you that he's tired of sneaking
off to the shop to fuck his whore daughters. I know Faye would prefer to
fuck her father in front of the whole family. Faye's an exhibitionist. She
likes to show her cunt and fuck in public. Charlene would like to fuck him
on stage."

Charlene confirmed this with a hearty belly laugh. Bonnie could feel the
tension drain from Gwen as her eyes slowly turned to take in the provocative
sight of her daughter fucking herself brazenly on her father's cock. With
her eyes still drinking in the sight, Bonnie said, "Now, you can stop
feeling guilty for giving Mark pussy whenever he presses that hard cock of
his against your ass and grabs you by the tits."

Gwen's eyes shot up to Bonnie, half pleading, but half in astonished wonder.
Bonnie simply said, "Now you don't have to put up that silly struggle before
you let him have his way with you. Now, you can lead him to your bed and do
it right, free of shame and guilt."

Gwen looked left again, then her tongue began licking. "Fair is fair. Robert
appreciates all the sex you've let him have right under your nose. You've
been such a good sport about letting him knock up your little girl so often.
He knows he owes you. Faye would feel guilty fucking your husband if you
didn't feel free to fuck her husband. Faye wants to feel free to fuck your
husband whenever she gets an itch in her cunt. Your daughter has a very
itchy cunt, by the way."

Gwen brought both hands to Bonnie's hips and pulled her face in tightly
while swabbing her tongue through the wet fleshy lips. Charlene cried, "God,
look at Mom eat that juicy cunt. I guess her pussy isn't dead after all, eh
Faye. Mommy's been gettin' her some young nookie on the side."

Bonnie placed her arm around Charlene's shoulder and said, "Why don't you
complete the family portrait and go lick them while the fuck. I'm sure your
mommy would love to see her happy family all together."

Charlene smiled, then drew off her teddy and went to kneel at Faye's feet.
She immediately went to work as Gwen turned her head to watch while still
licking. Bonnie said, "The family that plays together, stays together. Look
how happy they are, Gwen. They're happy for you, too. They want you to be
part of the action. Faye's biggest fantasy is to be fucking her father while
eating your pussy. That's all she ever talks about. She wants to be the
family slut for a change. She wants to serve everyone- -one at a time, two
at a time, or all three at once, her favorite fantasy."

Bonnie and Faye exchanged looks. Fay's look said, "You bitch!" but with a
subtle smile. Bonnie's said, "Fuck you. I know what's good for you. Bonnie
is always right."

Bonnie stood up but had to pry Gwen off her cunt. She pulled the woman to
her feet and began raising the modest house dress, saying, "It's time you
properly met your daughter's cunt. I'll make the formal introduction, but
first, we need to get you in the proper uniform."

Gwen raised her arms like a child before her mother, then let Bonnie remove
her bra and panties before leading her to the others and directing, "Get on
your knees next to the preggo. Faye, make space. Charlene, make room for
your mother."

Gwen knelt in the space beside Charlene staring at the thick slab of
parental meat sliding in the moist channel of her daughter's enticing sex.
Bonnie said, "Gwen's mouth, meet Faye's cunt." With that formal introduction
out of the way, she pushed on the back of Gwen's head and the head went
easily into said cunt. The mouth took over from there, and soon, Charlene's
tongue and Gwen's tongue dueled for the best parts.

Bonnie moved to the side to address Robert, saying, "Okay, stud, if you ever
want some of my squeeze-box pussy, you start treating your woman fair. She's
been damn good to you. It's time you were good to her."

Robert nodded. Bonnie turned her attention to Faye's glazed eyes, saying, as
she took her by the chin and shook to get her full attention, "Hey, snap out
of it."

"God, Bonnie. This is unreal. They're sucking on my cunt guts. It feels like
they're fighting over my cunt guts."

"It'll get real before the night's over, now listen. I have to be going. I
don't feel like messing with your shit, so I'm leaving it in my trunk. You
can pick it up at the plant tomorrow. Wear something of Charlene's. I'm sure
her wardrobe is better than yours, anyway, and see if she has a little girl
dress for the old man. Don't miss your lunch date. Greg will be on pins and
needles when you don't show up for work. I'm going to act like I know
nothing, like the last time I saw you was when you left the plant. Your
mother came and got you, took you to the police, and brought you home. Did
you get all that, or are you out in space?"

"I got it! Oh god! They're licking my cunt while I fuck my daddy."

Bonnie gave her chin another shake before saying, "Hey, I'm talking to you.
Get your head out from between your legs. It's crowded enough down there as
it is."

Breathless, Faye said, "What?"

"I wouldn't mention anything about your sick and twisted family life unless
Greg pries it out of you. He'd never suspect the truth, and this scene just
wouldn't make any sense at all. You even had me fooled. How anyone so
straight could grow up in this house just does not compute. I'm the only
person in the world that would ever understand, and I never suspected. I
wasn't wrong, mind you, I just never gave it any thought."

"How did you know about Mom and Mark?"

"Elementary my dear Watson. Simple deduction. Mark is a type-A lion with a
fiancee that stubbornly refused to part her legs before the wedding night.
He'd fuck her sister out of spite, but he'd see her mother as a challenge,
and take her when he wanted her. He'd turn her into a whore. With what you
told him, he knew she had to be one hot and horny, sexually frustrated
bitch. And besides, your mother had her palm ticked before."

"You were amazing."

"I pay attention, and I know people. Couple that with decades of experience
with literally thousands of partners of both sexes and several species, and
you get a person who is never wrong."

"I feel lucky to know you."

"You are. I'm outta here. You perverts give me the willies. Give me a kiss
goodbye."

They kissed. In parting, Faye said, "I love you."

Bonnie said, "Ditto." She then leaned up to get a kiss from Robert. After
the kiss, she said, "You can thank me properly some other day." She knelt
and tapped Charlene on the shoulder, saying, "Give me a kiss goodbye my
pregnant beauty."

Charlene took Bonnie in her embrace and gave her a long and deep passionate
kiss. On parting, Bonnie chucked her chin and said, "We have a date, bitch."
Charlene smiled. Bonnie tapped Gwen on the shoulder and said, "Come here,
you little whore. Stand up."

Gwen reluctantly eased away and stood facing her sexual mentor. Bonnie
stepped up and drew Gwen close by pulling her ass. Nose to nose and clit to
clit, she said, "Now, as for you. We also have a date, and you'd better be
good. Learn all you can from Charlene and Faye. I'm very demanding, and I
don't get off easy. If you do poorly, I'll take a belt to you and then have
your ass tattooed. Ask Bonnie if I won't. You wouldn't want to go through
life with the words 'Dumb cunt' tattooed all over your ass, now would you?"

Gwen stared with wide eyes and shook her head. "Good, then you'll do all you
can to see that doesn't happen, won't you?" Gwen nodded. "Bonnie wants you
to stop by the duplex from time to time to help her take care of her hubby's
rampant and unquenchable hunger for hot cunt. She needs another hot cunt to
keep from getting her ass beat. She needs a whore like you. Are you going to
be a good mommy from now on?"

"Yes. I'll help her."

"Are you going to be a good whore?"

"Yes, if that's what she wants."

"Now kiss me, but before you do, let me warn you. If you don't make my clit
tingle, I'm going to piss in your face. You'll kneel and take it like a good
whore, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I'm waiting."

The others stopped to watch. Gwen began the kiss with a passion. She held
Bonnie's head firmly in both hands while applying her lips, tongue, and
mouth to the service of Bonnie's lips, tongue, and mouth. Bonnie stood
passively and received the service as though bored. She looked at her watch
several times as Gwen planted kiss over her neck and face, running her hands
over Bonnie's body.

Gwen could see she wasn't getting anywhere and sank slowly to her knees as
she kissed her way down Bonnie's body, stopping to suck each tit, going for
the clit itself. Just as she got there, Bonnie said, "Good try, Gwen, but no
cookie. You're in the right position, though. Now scoot lower. Head back.
Open your mouth. Put your hands behind your back. No, keep your eyes open."

The others had moved to take position around the two women. They couldn't
believe their eyes as Bonnie dragged out the procedure and Gwen went along
in subservient acceptance. When all were ready, Bonnie released her bladder
with the amber stream hitting Gwen in the mouth, filling Gwen's mouth.
Before it was over, that stream wetted Gwen's entire face and head, soaked
her hair, and the runoff soaked her body to leave her kneeling in a big
puddle of warm piss.

Bonnie patted her head and said, "No hard feelings, Gwen, but next time, you
simply must try harder. Well, my work is done here. I'll be off, off, and
away."

She grabbed her dress and sauntered out the door, naked in heels. Charlene
said, "Who was that masked stranger?"

Faye and Robert laughed. Gwen smiled as she wiped piss from her face then
shook her hands. Faye said, "That woman saved my life and kept me from
making a huge mistake. You guys were right all along. Mark is not the man
for me. She helped me find my soul mate. I love that masked stranger."

Gwen looked up, but stayed in her puddle to say, "Does this mean you're
divorcing Mark?"

Her disappointment was obvious. Faye smiled and said, "Not any time soon,
Mom. I do want your help in the mean time. Were you serious?"

Gwen looked hopefully to Robert. He smiled and said, "She was right. You
have been a good woman to me all these years. I'll be looking the other way
from now on, and not just for Mark."

Gwen returned her eyes to Faye with a weak smile and said, "Yes, I meant it.
How often would you want me to stop by?"

Faye smiled and said, "Mom, would you do me a big favor and put that the way
Bonnie would like it said."

Gwen brushed piss off her thighs and said, "Why not? I'm hardly in a
position to play the saint." With dramatic pause to gather her words, Gwen
looked to Faye and said, "Precious, how often do you want your whore Mommy
to bring her hot cunt by the duplex to service your horny stud for you?"

A warm flush went through Faye as she stepped up to her mother's face,
fingering her slit. She stood in wide-legged presentation as she said, "Lick
my cunt while I give you the reply Bonnie would like to hear me give you."

Gwen looked eager to have the cunt all to herself as she reached between
Faye's legs to draw the beaver into better prominence. With the support at
her lower back, Faye arched back and made an even more vulgar offering for
Charlene and Robert's benefit. They both dropped to their knees on either
side of Gwen to look between Faye's legs as Gwen's tongue slithered through
the slimy slit, inspiring Faye to say, "Show me how you'll lick my cunt in
front of my husband to make his dick good and hard for your hot pussy."

These words fired Gwen to a dramatic show of subservient cunt sucking and
inspired the others to reach in and pull aside a cunt lip, which inspired
Gwen to use her tongue in a more visual way, reaming the hole, which
inspired Faye to say, "The next time you have Mark's cock up your whore
cunt, I want you to tell him your cunt is on-call, twenty-four hours a day."

The response was in Gwen's enthusiastic cunt devotions, inspiring Faye to
add, "You must come to him whenever he calls, and you must carry a pager at
all times." Encouraged by her mother's response, she added, "He can fuck you
here, in your marital bed, or on my front lawn in broad daylight if he
chooses."

After being further inspired, she said, "You must deny him nothing. Your
mouth, cunt, and ass are to serve as pussies for Mark or his buddies to
fuck. That's how you can help me, mother. I want you to be my husband's
whore to free me to be another man's whore. Will you help me in that way?"

Gwen took her mouth away to say with great passion, "Yes, if your father
will keep his word and look the other way when duty calls, I'll be your
husband's whore. I'll be the best whore I can be for as long as you need
me."

Faye looked to her father and said, "Well, Daddy, are you a man of your
word?"

"Hell yes. You have yourself a whore, kitten."

Charlene said, "I don't fucking believe this shit. I've been trying to get
you assholes into the swing of things for almost ten years, and a stranger
walks in here and does it better than I ever dreamed possible in ten fucking
minutes. I just don't fucking believe this shit!"

Charlene had everyone in stitches, and ruined Faye's orgasm. She made up for
it, though. That night, the family played together and stayed together. They
awoke the following morning on the master bed in a tangle of naked bodies,
soaked in fuck and urine after getting just two hours of sleep.

Gwen was first to awaken. She sat up and said, "Oh shit! Hey, wake up! Get
off me you mother fuckers. Get the fuck off this bed. Jesus Christ, what a
mess! We're getting plastic sheets, that's all there is to it. Hey, sleepy
head. Get your dick out of Faye's ass so she can get off me. I need a god
damn shower."

[Author's note: I think that explains the situation quite adequately. To
move this story along, we'll pick up where Faye entered the plant at
eleven-thirty, dragging ass, but otherwise looking good, wearing a mid-thigh
dress of Charlene's with the white high heels she'd plucked from the
bulletin board the previous day.

She also carried a sexy little girl dress that Charlene often wore for her
Daddy, a dress way too small for Charlene, and absurdly small for her bigger
sister. Faye had no idea how she could walk through the plant wearing only
the dress, but it was perfect for the old man as it hid nothing, even when
she stood erect.

Her intention was to throw on a lab smock from the engineering lab to make
the passage, but she wasn't sure Bonnie would let her get away with it. She
honestly prayed she would.

The dress was that fucking tiny. I'm talking itsie bitsie, teeny weeny. I'm
talking a dress that her nipples peeked out over the top edge of, and the
hem came to her mid pelvic region, and the back laid on the upper swells of
her gorgeous ass cheeks. I'm talking about a small dress. I think you get
the picture, so on with the story.]

Faye entered the building through the large front lobby, the only way in or
out of the huge building except for emergency exits. Some government
contracts required this level of security, but the old man was a security
nut anyway. Everyone wore photo ID's' clipped to lapels or sleeves and
displayed them at all times. Two guards sat at a large reception desk in the
main lobby; two roamed the interior, two roamed the exterior, and two manned
the security center twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. A small
platoon of security guards staffed the complex.

They were typical rent-a-cop types earning minimum wage, but the
enterprising owner of the agency won the Winters' job contract by turning
his task force of losers and misfits into a paramilitary force that looked
like Nazi Storm Troops, at least, in dress and demeanor. The plant workers
saw through their stern and polished facade. To them, the Stonybrook Guards
were: the Stonyfaced Guards, the Keystone Cops, Winters' Marauders, or the
Gesta Poo. Consequently, Stonybrook Guards cared little for plant employees
and kept to themselves.

Faye had a lot on her mind as she stepped to the desk and presented her
badge for close inspection. The guard said something which went in one ear
and out the other. After getting the nod, she turned and walked in the
direction of the cafeteria, her mind playing over the events of the previous
night when Bonnie met her family. She took several steps before part of a
phrase Bonnie uttered popped into her head: "...and several species!"

One of the guards, a lanky and awkward man in his early twenties, came over
and quietly said, "Is something wrong, Mrs. Thomas?"

Faye shook her head to clear her mind, looked at the man and said, "Oh...no,
nothing."

She started to walk on, but his light finger touch to her arm made her stop.
He said, "Well, can we?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't listening before."

"I need you car keys."

"Why do you need my car keys?"

"Like I was sayin', we want to keep an eye on your car for you."

"Why?"

"Me and Stubby...I'm Willie, by the way...we were here in the lobby
yesterday afternoon with Red, Jasper, Bubba, and Too Tall. We know what
they're trying to do to you, and we don't like it, not one bit. We seen it
before, but they shouldn't ought to treat a lady like you that way."

Faye felt a warm glow wash through her body as she turned to give him her
complete and undivided attention, saying, "That's so sweet."

"Like I say, ma'am, we seen this before. We know you had no choice. They got
their ways a makin' a girl do stuff. They got ways of makin' us look the
other way. We Stonybrook Troopers ain't used to lookin' the other way, and
we don't like this, not one damn bit, if you'll pardon my French, ma'am."

Faye wanted to hug the man. The more he talked, the more she wanted to hear.
She said, "I understand the bind you're in, but why do you need my car
keys?"

"Well, me and the guys that were here yesterday got together with the rest
of the task force troopers. We had us a meeting this morning, called
specially on account of you."

"You had a meeting about me?"

"Yes ma'am. They all came in for the meeting, too, all twenty- four plus two
guys that wanna get on the Winters' Task Force. Lots of guys wanna be on the
task force, but they're real particular about who they take."

"Of course, you're the elite."

The other guard, Stubby, a gnomish homely man in his mid- thirties, had
moved alongside his partner, tipped his hat to Faye, and said, "Yeah. Other
guards call us the Green Berets of the security service. Mr. Nash, the
owner, said he'd try to push for green berets for us. Do you think we'd look
good in green berets?"

"I think you'd all look dashing. You already do. I just love men in uniform,
and your uniforms give me tingles."

Both men puffed up and beamed. Stubby said, "Anyway, about the meeting. We
troopers sorta adopted you."

Willie added, "We look on you like a kid sister to all of us. Hope you don't
mind?"

"Mind? I'm thrilled. I never had a big brother, and you say I have
twenty-four?"

"Twenty-six if you count the wannabees. They want to be your big brothers
too. We all think you're the prettiest, the nicest, and the sweetest lady
that ever worked here."

Faye blushed and said, "God, I am so flattered."

Stubby smiled big as he stepped between Faye and his partner and said,
"We're almost like a Faye Thomas fan club. We have your ID picture blowed up
all over the walls of our security hut out back."

Willie edged his partner aside, saying, "Stubbs, I'm trying to tell her
about the car. Quit buttin' in. Anyhow, like I was sayin', we can't do much
in here. You're on their turf inside the plant. We'll be keepin' a close eye
on you, don't you worry about that. If they do anything illegal, we'll be on
'em like flies on poo poo. Excuse my French again."

Faye took his hands in hers and said, "Please call me, Faye, and I like to
hear men talk like men. If you're going to be my big brothers, then I want
you all to feel free to talk to me like I was your sister. My best friend
has a big brother. He's a real Green Beret. When he talks to his sister and
me together, in uniform, he says any word he feels like using, and I get all
tingly inside when he uses the 'F' word and especially the 'MF' word. Green
berets use those words a lot."

Stubby said, "So do we, don't we Willie? We're all the time going fuck this
and fuck that, motherfuck this and motherfuck that. Fuck and mother-fucker
is half of everything we say, ain't that right, Willie?"

"Keep your fuckin' voice down, you dumb mother-fucker. Somebody else might
hear."

Willie looked to Faye to see how she took his French. Faye had her hand to
her throat, smiling through a flush. She said, "I'm feeling weak in the
knees. When you guys talk like that in those uniforms, it's just like I'm
standing in front of Sergeant Brent Corey. Now, about the car?"

Willie said, "Like I said, we know their MO, that's method of operation.
When they start the heavy shit, and you tell them to fuck off, they'll fuck
with your car. That's how they get you to fuck or quit. That's what they're
after, you know? They want to fuck you."

Stubby added, "They all want to fuck you. They're a bunch of mother-fuckers
is what they are."

Willie said, "We can make sure they don't force you to put out, and we can
guard your car so they can't fuck with it. We want to keep your car in the
security yard under constant guard. When you need it, just call security;
we'll bring your car to the main entrance, all clean and polished up nice.
That'll show em' how we feel about you."

Stubby said, "We even found hub caps for it, and they're all polished and
ready to pop on."

Willie added, "We were going to fix your car up real pretty and surprise
you, but you never showed up."

Stubby said, "All the guys were here this morning, ready to pounce on your
car. We had paint, new seat covers, fur for the dash..."

"Shutup, Stubbs, you dumb fuck. We still coulda surprised her tomorrow."

"You already told her we were fixin' it up, dickhead."

Faye jumped in, "Boys, please. I am surprised, but don't go to any trouble.
Hub caps would be nice, though. I am so very touched by what you men are
doing, but I think my car is safe. I can't quit this job, so I doubt I'll be
giving them any trouble. I'm married, so I'm no virgin."

Willie said, "What are you saying, Faye? Are you saying you're going to let
'em fuck you?"

"If I have to in order to keep my job. What other choice do I have?"

Stubby said, "When those two men went into your office yesterday, did they
fuck you?"

"How did you know they were in my office?" Willie said, "We adjusted the
security cameras to cover all the places you usually go. We just can't see
in your office."

Stubby said, "We'd like to put a camera or two in your office, secret
cameras, so we know what's going on. We were sorta hoping you'd go along so
we can keep an eye on you."

Faye felt the warm tingle move to her clit at the thought of her security
detail gathered around a monitor, jacking off to the scenes enacted in her
office the previous day. She smiled a bashful smile and said, "I would feel
more secure if you would, but it would be so embarrassing for me. The men
didn't have sexual intercourse with me, but they made me undress and do
nasty things."

Willie eagerly said, "Yeah, what sort of things?"

"I'd be too embarrassed to say--nasty, dirty things."

Stubby said, "Think of us as big brothers. So what if we see you naked.
You're our kid sister. Big brothers see their kid sisters naked all the
time. It's no big deal, right Willie?"

"That's right. I watch my sister masturbate and think nothing of it. She
hardly takes any notice of me."

Faye acted surprised and said, "Really! I never knew big brothers we're that
close to their kid sisters."

Stubby said, "Hell, watch my kid sister fuck, shit, piss, change tampons,
you name it. That's the way it is with brothers and sisters. That's how we
all see you, Faye. Ain't that right, Willie?"

"He's right, Faye. You could do anything. We'd think nothing of it."

"Honest? You could honestly watch me do those things and not give it a
second thought?"

Willie said, "Yeah, and that goes for the whole task force. That's the way
we feel. We just want to make sure you're safe. We don't care what they do,
as long as they don't break the law doing it. If we see you're going along,
cause you have to, we'll leave 'em alone. If they force you, we'll rescue
you. We'd all feel better if we knew what was goin' on. It's not knowing
that drives us crazy."

Stubby added, "Can we install the cameras? Nobody'll know but you. They look
down from the ceiling through small holes that you'd only notice if you sat
there for a long time and stared at the ceiling."

"I see. I do that a lot. Well, that would make me feel safe knowing my big
brothers were watching their every move and not looking at my intimate
parts. When can you do the work?"

"Give us an hour. We can do it during lunch."

"Great. I feel so much better already. This will take some getting used to,
but I'm already seeing you guys as big brothers. Can I have a big hug and a
kiss from each of you?"

Faye put her arms out to Willie. He stepped in to receive a body-merging hug
and a long, full-lipped kiss. She left him breathless as Stubby took her and
pulled her body close, then kissed her while getting his tongue in her mouth
and his hands all over her ass. Faye went with the groping kiss as Willie
grew anxious, then pulled Stubby's hands off her ass, saying, "Knock it off,
Stubbs, you asshole. You don't kiss your sister that way, you horny fucker."

Stubby released her reluctantly, the passion still burning in his eyes. Faye
stumbled back and patted her chest, saying, "Wow, that was some kiss. If all
my big brothers kiss and hug like that, I'm going to have a difficult time
remembering the relationship."

Willie said, "That's just Stubbs, Faye. He don't have a girlfriend, and from
what I hear, that's the way he kisses and hugs his sister. His mother, too."

"Fuck you, Willie."

Faye said, "Please, don't fight. I understand. I don't expect special
treatment. You can tell my other brothers that however they treat their own
sisters, I want to be treated the same way."

Stubby said, "Most big brothers fuck their kid sisters. I do. Willie is the
only one I know that don't."

"Bullshit. Don't listen to him, Faye. I fuck my sister every day."

Stubby fired back, "And he fucks his mother twice a day."

"Fuck you. I fuck your mother twice a day."

"Boys, you're doing it again. No fighting. I insist." The two partners
glared at each other. Faye brought them together in a group hug, ignoring
the stubby hand that went up her dress in back and dug in her crotch from
the rear. She said, "I know you guys were just teasing me, but I'm serious.
Treat me like a kid sister, and pass that to the others. I have to go, now.
Let me see my bubbies shake hands."

She stepped back just as stubby fingers were getting wet. They shook hands.
She smiled, blew them a kiss, and sauntered off with a much livelier step.
When she turned the corner, Willie let out a long breath and said, "Fuck!
Can you believe this shit, Stubbs? She bought it, hook, line, and sinker,
man."

While sniffing his left hand, Stubby said, "Fuck no. I got me some stink
finger. Smell this."

Willie sniffed Stubby's fingers and said, "Damn. She let you finger her
pussy?"

"Yeah, and she's got a bald pussy. I never been kissed like that by my
sister, and never got no stink finger off her neither. Man, we got it made.
She bought all that shit. You talk about gullible. It's a good thing she
don't have a brother, huh?"

"No shit. She had the hots for us. It's these uniforms. I'll bet she frigs
off pretending she's her friend and that Green Beret dude is her brother.
She wants to fuck him, and she wanted to fuck us."

Stubby said, "She wanted to fuck me. I coulda been fuckin' her right now if
you hadn't butted in, asshole."

"Bullshit, you were about to blow it for us, dickhead. Get those guys busy
settin' up those fuckin' cameras. I'll go slap them hub caps on her
piece-a-shit car."

Faye stood with her ear at the corner, listening to the exchange with a
smile on her face. She proceeded with an even livelier bounce in her step.
She bounced right into Johnny Clark. He slapped a manila envelope in her
arms and said, "Get this to the old man right away. He's been calling every
ten minutes since nine O:clock this morning."

"I can't, not now."

"He's waiting."

"I have to change. Can't this wait until after lunch?"

"Do whatever you have to do in the outer office, but do it, now. Marge
understands. She can lock the door to the outer office. She's been doing it
for hookers; she can do it for you."

"Are you calling me a hooker?"

"Look, we got off on the wrong foot. That was my fault. Greg and I talked it
out. Everything's cool. I mean that. You're part of the team if you want to
be part of the team. If you want to be left alone, I'll see to that, too."

"Thanks, Johnny. I want to feel like I'm part of the team, but I'm not like
Bonnie. I'm married, and I want my privacy and my person respected. Just
because I'm willing to entertain the boss, doesn't make me a whore."

"Look, we're all thrilled that you'll do this. It helps everyone, especially
all of us in purchasing, especially me. I still want you. I can't hide that,
but I can and will respect your wishes. You can't fault a guy for trying,
though, can you?"

Faye smiled and said, "No, and I won't be so prudish in the future. Just
take no for an answer. That's all I ask."

"Fair enough. Can I pass that along to the others?"

"Please do. You can add that I don't always say no."

Johnny smiled and said, "Now, that is good news. You just made my week. I'll
go brush up on my seduction skills. Got any tips?"

"Well, don't take all negative responses as no's', only no means no."

"I understand. So, 'please, don't put your hand there,' doesn't mean 'take
your god damn hands off me.'"

"It never did, and 'please, don't put your cock in me. I'm a married woman.'
is not the same as, 'No, don't fuck me.'"

"I'd better write that down. You have a show to do. Break a leg, kid."

He gave her ass a firm squeeze while several workers watched. Fay spun
around and yelled, "Please, don't ever touch me that way again, Mr. Clark. I
am not some bimbo you hired. I am a married woman, and I will not tolerate
sexual harassment of any kind."

Johnny saluted with two fingers wearing a smile and said, "Gotcha! I'll
write that down, too."

Faye walked on, smiling to herself. She had to cross the entrance to the
cafeteria on her way to the stairs leading to the executive office suites.
She looked inside to see if Greg and Max were waiting. Max spotted her and
stood, waving her over. Faye pointed up in the direction of the executive
office area and made a sign by pointing to her watch, using a flash of
fingers to indicate that they give her twenty minutes. Max nodded his
understanding and sat.

Faye entered the outer office where Marge, Mr. Winters personal secretary,
sat and controlled who got to see the Wizard of Oz. The office was empty
except for Marge. When she saw Faye, she immediately got up, closed the
door, and locked it.

Marge reminded Faye of her high school English teacher in her senior year.
They were roughly the same age--forty, strict, and spoke with measured and
carefully selected words with never a change in tone or delivery. They also
looked alike and dressed alike. They dressed in severe suit dresses and wore
a great deal of makeup that was applied diligently so as not to appear
heavy. They had full figures, unaccented, and wore glasses that usually hung
at breast level over a blouse buttoned to the top.

Faye dreaded facing Marge the previous day, but felt no case of nerves
building as the matronly woman began helping her off with her clothes. She'd
been very friendly and accepting after the first session, and helped tug her
skirt down to a decent level after wiping a stray strand of semen from the
back of her leg with a tissue. The semen was rather high on the inside, so
Faye felt they had crossed a level of intimacy that made being undressed
mild by comparison.

Faye drew the little dress from the bag and waited, gladly turning over the
disrobing task to the older woman who talked as she worked, saying, "Thank
god you're here. He's had me calling all over for you. I finally talked to
your mother."

"Bonnie knew where I was and when I'd be in."

"Bonnie isn't here, and she never answers her phone. Now that he has you, I
wish he'd get rid of that worthless slut. Let's get you out of these
panties. Oh, wonderful, you shaved. Oh, that's marvelous. He'll be so
pleased."

Faye slipped the other dress on over her head and tugged it into place as
Marge remained on her knees, staring at her pussy while removing panties and
shoes from her feet, saying, "And a little girl dress to go with your little
girl vagina. Oh, this is perfect. He'll absolutely love this dress and you
in it. Good lord, but you cut a stunning figure!"

She looked up to the nipples peeking over the tight top edge and stood,
saying, "Oh, no. This will never do. Little girls don't have boobs,
especially not big boobs. If you want to do this right, you should find a
dress this short, but one that covers you to the neck with puffy sleeves.
Bind your breasts as flat as you can before putting the dress on."

Marge toyed with the nipples, gently rolling them between her fingers and
thumbs while discussing Faye's breasts. Faye found this level of intimate
touching exhilarating and did not want to do or say anything that might
discourage the woman who seemed to have mustered all of her nerve to attempt
the overtly sexual act. Faye looked at her nipples being pleasantly molested
and calmly said, "My mother can make one. She made this one, but what can I
do for now?"

Encouraged, Marge lightly pinched each nipple at the tip, saying, "Well, we
can't have him looking at these cute little brown-nosed puppies. They're
quite a distraction and will ruin the effect we're trying to create."

Still looking, Faye said, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Here, put my cardigan sweater on. He won't be looking on top anyway. At
least the sweater will hide them."

Faye buttoned the light sweater as Marge knelt once again and tapped on the
inside of Faye's knees. Faye stepped out and Marge began fluffing her female
parts, arranging the clit and inner lips as though arranging the flowers in
a setting. Faye had nothing left to do, so she watched. Marge appeared to
like feeling her intimate flesh thoroughly, though she tried to look
detached as she did so.

She suddenly went to her intercom, leaning across her uncluttered desk to
press the button, saying, "Mr. Winters. Faye has arrived in the plant and
will be delivering those reports you wanted shortly."

His familiar voice answered, "Send her right in when she gets here, and tell
Clark this better never happen again."

"I already did. He assured me he'd see to it."

Marge turned to Faye and said, "Come over here and lean back on the edge of
my desk. I want to make sure your vagina is perfect."

Faye smiled inwardly and sat back against the edge of the desk with her legs
wide. Marge went to her knees between those legs and applied herself to
re-arranging cunt guts, smearing slut slime, and making more, all the while
talking matter-of-factly, saying, "I don't know what you did in there
yesterday, but I haven't seen him this way in years. All I can say is, do
more of it."

"Did he say anything?"

"He never says anything. I only know by his mood afterward. He was like a
young man after you left, and all morning he's been like a little brat. My
god, I thought you'd quit. When I heard what those fools did to you
yesterday, I was furious. If you had quit, I'd have seen the lot of them
fired, and that Bonnie bitch would have been the first one out the door.
What happened to your eye? You did a good job, but I know a made-over black
eye when I see one."

"My husband didn't like the way I came home, but he's now sitting in jail."

"Good for you. Let him rot there. If you need anything, anything at all, Mr.
Winters will fall all over himself to see that you get satisfaction. He told
me to do whatever it took to get you back. Your salary was doubled at ten
O:clock, then doubled again an hour later. I think if you had waited another
hour, you could be the highest paid employee on staff."

"Wow, I guess I did do good."

"Honey, you've given that man a gift more precious than all the money he
owns. He really is a wonderful man, and I can't tell you how much I
appreciate you doing this for him. You can call me anytime, night or day. I
can put the full power and financial resources of Clayton Winters at your
disposal, within reasonable limits, of course."

"I'm touched."

"Yes, you are touched. I'm getting carried away, aren't I?"

"A little, but I don't mind."

"Good, then you probably won't mind if I do this."

Faye didn't mind at all when Marge dove in head first and began devouring
the vaginal arrangement she'd spent so much time arranging. Faye scooted
further back on the desk, then brought her feet to the desk top and
flattened her knees, trying to picture her English teacher as she said, "I
don't mind this at all, Ms. Brewer. Just as long as I get my 'A'."

Marge peered over the bare mound with a puzzled brow. Faye said, "You remind
me of my High School English teacher." The puzzled wrinkles gave way to
smile lines that understood completely. After giving Faye a powerful climax,
and remaining to lick up her spend, Marge stood and put her bifocals on,
then peered over the flat top edge to say, "You shall have your 'A', Miss
Thomas, but I insist on you being prompt. I shall tolerate no tardiness in
the future. Do you understand that, young lady?"

Faye, with her legs still yawning wide, said, "Yes, Ms. Brewer." She then
got down from the desk, picked up her envelope, and let herself into the old
man's office. Marge heard, "Hi Grampa. Me got you the paper things. Wanna
see 'em?"

When the door closed, Marge smiled and said, "Oh, you gorgeous doll. This is
going to be a great day."

[Author's note: I know you want to go in there, and this story is written
from the omniscient perspective, but I can't get in. I know, I don't
understand it either. Play with your genitals while I go get a cup of coffee
and smoke a cigarette.]

[Ten minutes later: That's better. They should be done any second.]

Ten minutes and three seconds later, Faye eased out the door. Marge led her
to the center of the office and lifted her dress overhead before kneeling to
lick the sperm off her ass, pussy, inner thighs and legs. Faye watched every
lick and said, "I'm now the highest paid employee. He said to double my last
salary but keep it quiet."

"You do realize you'll be making one-hundred and eighty 'K', now, don't
you?"

"That's what I figured, too. How much is that a week?"

Marge licked sperm between sentences, saying, "More than you can spend. It's
over three-thousand, but taxes are going to eat you alive after I do. Expect
a check for a little over two thousand each week. I can see you're worth
every cent, though. No girl ever came out in such condition."

"It's amazing a man his age can produce this much semen."

"I've never seen this much. He's seventy-eight, you know. By the way, you'll
pick up your checks directly from me. Don't tell a soul what you're making.
Remember to keep me advised of your whereabouts at all times."

"Shall I wear a pager?"

"Excellent idea. See Mr. Mathews, head of security. He'll set you up. Good
lord, what a mess. I've always wanted to do this, but never had the nerve.
With you, I feel no shame whatsoever."

"I feel no inhibitions at all with you. There's more in the crack of my ass.
Would you lick that off, too?"

"Absolutely. Turn around, bend over, and pull your cheeks apart. If you're
going to be uninhibited, and I have no shame, let's do this right."

Faye assumed the position with her head between her knees looking up at the
tongue swabbing her ass. When Marge inserted her tongue in the asshole
overhead, Faye said, "Have you ever had your tongue in anyone's asshole
before?"

"No, never. I hope you don't mind. I rather like doing it."

"Not at all. I was about to suggest it when you took it upon yourself. I was
serious. I feel no inhibitions with you, whatsoever. None."

"I'm glad you feel that way. There's nothing you can't say as well. Pardon
my double negative, but discretion is my stock in trade, so speak freely
with me."

Faye watched Marge shift her attention to the pussy and began lapping the
slit like a dog. Faye said, "Lick my cunt hole good. That's it. Eat my slut
slime. I like seeing your tongue reaching inside my cunt hole."

"Yes, say anything you like."

"Now and then, run your tongue all over my cunt guts, and let me see you
suck on them, too."

"Cunt guts?"

"Yes, that's what I call my clit and inner labia--cunt guts."

"I suppose they do look like insides spilling out. I love your cunt guts.
Ummm, yummy cunt guts."

"Marge, Greg Stoner is my soul mate. He and Max must remain on, or I go with
them. Furthermore, Bonnie is my best friend. She stays, too."

"I'll remember that. I'm sorry I called her a bitch."

"She is a bitch, but I like her. Don't ever call her a bitch to her face
unless you smile."

"I know. She had my daughter tattooed for doing just that. It was her own
fault. I warned her, but kids, they think they know everything."

"Your daughter was the one Bonnie had tattooed? How is she, now?"

"You can go see her. She works on the loading dock. You can't miss her.
She's the one in the buttoned-up work shirt and mini skirt. She's Max's
bitch, now, and I do mean bitch in the classic sense."

"You mean she fucks dogs?"

"I'm afraid so. We don't talk about it, but I know what Max is into. The
whole plant knows. Mr. Winters knows. Max walks my Brenda into his office on
a leash along with his bulldog about once a week. He has a big bulldog,
dressed like a Marine sergeant. He even wears the Smokey Bear hat. The dog
always comes out smiling. I can't tell you how humiliating I find that."

"Why doesn't she quit?"

"Ask her. I wish she would. We don't speak anymore. Maybe you can get
answers for me. I would greatly like to understand this as a mother. As a
woman, I do understand some things. I just can't get past the dog. Perhaps
you can use your influence on your friends to stop this insanity. She was
such a lovely girl. She still is; but, good lord, she's a real bitch. She's
trying a mother's love."

"I'd like to watch your daughter service a bulldog. I felt the urge to say
that."

"That's good. Don't hold anything back. I want you to feel free to speak
your mind about anything."

"I hope you don't mind if I watch your daughter getting fucked by a dog."

"Others watch. Greg watches, so does Bonnie. From what I hear, they always
have a standing room only crowd on hand when they mate Brenda."

"They mate your daughter. I love the way you put that."

"That's how Bonnie puts it. The term seems appropriate. Again, from what I
hear, they breed her like a real bitch. Bonnie loves to rub it in."

"That doesn't surprise me. I'd love to see that. If Bonnie does the
breeding, I'm sure she puts on a good show."

"I'm sure they'll let you watch. Actually, you can be of great service to me
by getting close to Brenda."

"I won't try to talk her out of serving as a dog's bitch, nor will I try to
sway my friends. If anything, I'd like her to remain a bitch. I find the
idea to be a tremendous turn-on, especially knowing she's your daughter.
Sorry, but that's how I feel."

"I appreciate your honesty. That being the case, I won't ask that you
intervene on my behalf."

"I want you to watch with me, and I want your daughter to be present when I
come to service the old man. I'd like her to see how you service me. She
should see this."

"You're asking a lot, Faye."

"I want to bring the two of you close together with lots to talk about."

"We'll certainly have plenty to talk about while you're in with the old man.
Let me mull this over. I think your heart's in the right place, but I'll
have an easier time seeing her mated to an animal then she'll have seeing me
like this. I know Barbara Brewer. She's my paternal twin sister. We're not
identical, but we're close. If you can imagine growing up in a home with Ms.
Brewer, you can see what a shock this would be for Brenda, not to mention
me."

"Oh my god! You two are sisters? That explains everything. I should have
guessed. Do you suppose you could set me up with her?"

"I might. We've never discussed our sexual preferences, but we're so much
alike in so many areas, I can't imagine her not wanting you as I did. Would
she remember you?"

"As Faye Edwards, I guarantee it. I felt the attraction many times as her
student. I got the A's' without her help other than lots of personal
tutoring in an empty classroom. She was very touchy feely. She came so close
to crossing the line. I'd like more tutoring, at the high school if you can
arrange it."

"After what you just told me, I should think she'd leap at the chance. I'll
talk to her tonight. Are we talking something reciprocal, or does she
service you only?"

"I want the works with nothing held back. She'll understand. By the way, you
do this so well."

"Thank you. You inspire me. I think we'd best call it a day. He's napping,
but he could awaken. He takes short naps after a session. It wouldn't do to
be seen like this. Here, let me dress you."

Faye stood and was dressed. Before leaving, she said, "Think hard about
getting together with your daughter on a new level. I just did with my
mother, and we've never been closer. My heart is in the right place. I won't
toy with you or try to force anything on you. I like you very, very much."

Marge zipped the dress, then turned Faye to embrace her, saying, "I felt
like you did, and I'm deeply touched." She held her at arm's length and
said, "You are such a dear, precious child, so much like my Brenda. Are you
and your mother on a sexual level?"

"Fully, totally, and completely loving every second. She has agreed to serve
as my husband's whore, that's how sexual we are now."

"My goodness. And you make love with her?"

"Absolutely, sixty-nine, the whole bit. She likes to lick my pussy while
Daddy is fucking me."

"Good lord! That, I would love to see. We must talk more. You are more
precious than I ever dreamed."

"Remember, discretion, especially about that."

"Absolutely. I expect the same consideration from you. I shall be thinking
long and hard about your suggestion. I think the answer will be an emphatic
yes. My husband knows nothing about her tattoo, but I'd like to show it to
him and explain what it really means. He and Max have a great deal in
common. I think he might like Brenda's tattoo once he found out it's true
meaning."

"In that case, bring a camera. A picture is worth a thousand words, but a
thousand words don't make a good picture. Your sister taught me that."

"I'm liking this idea more and more, you little devil. She might like a set
for herself. She has always been terribly fond of Brenda, and I'm not sure
she didn't cross the line with her. Bonnie told me my daughter was an
accomplished cunt licker. She was being cruel; but I knew, if she was
telling the truth, Barbara taught her the art as well as English. Brenda was
probably a year ahead of you. She graduated in the class of '79."

"She was, then. I was in the class of '80. Small world. I get the feeling
you've been at odds with those three--Greg, Max, and Bonnie."

"We've been at war. The war's over. They won. Turning my daughter into a
bitch was my Waterloo. I waved the white flag."

"How could you lose? You're so close to the owner."

"I am, but he's been hinting rather strongly for years, trying to get my
Brenda in there, barefoot, wearing a nothing dress. I steadfastly ignored
his hints. Brenda was willing. I just couldn't let her without knowing
exactly what went on in there. She got hired on her own. I was livid. Bonnie
tried to set her up to make deliveries. I turned them back. Mr. Winters was
furious with me. He basically gave them carte blanc where Brenda was
concerned. That's how I lost the war. I could kick myself, now."

"Why doesn't she serve now?"

"He is still teaching me a lesson. He knows what they're doing. She's off
limits to me, and so are your friends."

"That seems rather cruel for a man you admire."

"It would seem so, but that's just how he is. After all he's done for me, he
was asking so little. I made a great mistake in not going along, and he has
every right to punish me this way. This is my fault entirely. It was my
foolish pride that kept me from doing the right thing. I could not bear the
thought of my precious daughter doing the same thing whores do and everyone
knowing. He got me where it hurt. I've never known such shame and
humiliation with no end in sight."

"I can imagine. I now see why you take out your anger and frustration on
Greg, Max, and Bonnie, but they're just doing his bidding."

"I realize that, but they enjoy their work too much. They've been screwing
up left and right, and I thought this thing with you would put the old man
over the edge. I can smooth that over by just staying quiet. I was just
about to tell him what they did yesterday when you walked in."

"Do me a favor and stay quiet. Keep waving the white flag. I rather like the
idea of you losing your daughter in this war and being resigned to it, being
a good sport about it. After all, to the victor go the soils, right?"

"That's very true. I can't say I've been a good sport about it, but if it
will make you happy, I'll be a good sport from now on."

"Yes, I'd like that very much. I'd like to see you watching them enjoy the
spoils of war with a resigned smile. I do hope you take me up on my offer."

"I'll give you my answer in the morning, but I'm almost certain it will be a
firm positive answer, and I'll want something set up soon."

"I have no control over that, but I see things headed that way, and soon.
Just be ready with lots of film in the camera."

Faye walked into the cafeteria and sat at the table where Greg and Max
were still waiting. Greg said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate before coming in."

"What happened to you? Is that a shiner, I see."

"Don't touch. I told you he'd kill me. Why are you acting surprised
that I came in late or beat up."

"I'm surprised you're alive. I took you at your word."

Faye gave him an incredulous look. Max said, "He's teasing you,
Faye. He's been pacing and wringing his hands all morning."

Greg turned to his buddy and said, "Would you stay out of this,
Max?"

Max put both hands up, saying, "Fine. I'm out. I've got some butt
to kick, anyway. I'll leave you two alone. See you later, kid."

Greg waited until Max was out of earshot, then took on a serious tone,
saying, "I didn't think the son-of-bitch would hit you, Faye. I didn't
think any man could hit a girl like you."

"Bonnie knew he'd hit me; but then again, Bonnie is never wrong."

"I hear you've gotten tight with Madam Bonnie, real bosom buddies.
Shave and a haircut, two bits."

"I don't know what she told you, but I wanted no part of it."

"That's not what she told Max. She said you were a hot-cunted little
slut, and that you loved your shaved beaver."

"She threatened to tattoo me if I didn't cooperate. She tattooed
Marge's daughter. I take her threats seriously. I let her do whatever she
wanted to do, and I'm sure you put her up to it. You say you like me, that
you want to help me, but all you do is cause me misery."

"That wasn't my intent, and I had nothing to do with what Bonnie
did. I'll set her straight when I see her. I'm sorry things didn't go so
well, but that doesn't mean I'm backing off."

"Some things went very well. Johnny and I patched things up. I'm
now one of the team. Mr. Winters loves me. I'm his little girl, but I suppose
you heard."

"Yeah, how'd that go today?"

"Absolutely disgusting, worse than yesterday. Are you happy?"

"I am if he is. If you pan out, I get the credit."

"Well, I'm sure you'll get a pat on the back, because he has me
on a pager, now. I'm on call, his little slut on call. I should quit because
of you, so you'll get the blame."

"Wouldn't it be nice if you could?"

"I can, now. My husband's in jail. I'm living at home. I'm thinking
of quitting. In fact, I was on my way to personnel when I thought I'd stop
and see what you had to say for yourself. I can't say I'm encouraged. I'll
be going, now."

Faye made a move to get up, but was stopped by a hand laid over hers.
Greg said, "Faye, sit down....Please, sit down." She sat. Greg
took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying, "This is all
a game. I care about you more than you could ever know. Bonnie fucked things
up. Max and I are determined to help you. We can open a whole new world
to you, an exciting world, a fun world, a world filled with passion and
sensuous delights from the time you wake up until the time you close those
gorgeous brown eyes. This new world does not include a husband. He's no
good. No one man would be good for you."

"But you are?"

"I wouldn't want to marry you. I was married to a woman just like
you, my first wife. She put me through hell. You're going to put Mark through
hell. If he's in jail, it's already started."

"What are you offering me, a stall in your stable of whores?"

"I have no stable and no whores. All I have is four ex-wives, eight
kids, twenty-seven grand kids, Max and his dumb dog. I'm offering you a
life of sensuous pleasure. If you quit, that's what you'll be quitting.
You've had a small sample. Granted, you were forced to take the samples,
but I think you found the taste agreeable. Am I right?"

"So far, it's been nothing earth shattering, but I'll accept agreeable.
What are you proposing?"

"Just don't quit. I want you to trust me. Until something better
comes along, I'm the only game in town."

"Okay, Greg. I trust you. I don't know why, I just do. You are
the only game in town, but I can see you're going to push me beyond my
limits, possibly with the very next stunt you pull. You got away with it
yesterday because I honestly felt trapped. I saw no way out. Now, I can
quit. Quitting is easy, and I can't just say I won't quit. I'd basically
be saying, 'I won't quit as long as I'm finding things agreeable and continue
to trust you. Unless there's a way to keep me from quitting, I don't see
how this game can go on."

"If I think of a way, are you willing to put yourself in that position?"

"Right now, if you offered a way, I'd probably take it. Tomorrow,
who knows. Yesterday taught me that a lot can happen in twenty-four hours."

"I have an idea."

"Let's hear it."

"You don't like the idea of wearing a hideous tattoo for life,
do you?"

"What girl in her right mind would?"

"Suppose, if you quit, you knew beyond any doubt you'd be branded
a whore for life, just like Brenda, only with the word, 'whore'."

"If someone did that to me, I'd go straight to the police."

"Brenda didn't, and her mother didn't on her behalf, though she
sure wanted to. Do you know why?"

"I was wondering about that."

"Because the people who put the tattoo on her could not be touched
without incurring the wrath of the rest of their gang. The people who put
that tattoo on Brenda ride with the Hell's Angels. If she went to the police,
she'd be tattooed from head to toe. If her mother went to the police, she'd
receive the same treatment. If they went a second time, they bury the tattoos.
Bonnie can arrange a tattooing with a phone call. She'll do it just for
shits and giggles, even to someone she likes, even to a beauty like you.
If you quit, I'll tell her to make the call, but only if you give me your
word that you won't ever quit until I say you can quit; and then, only
if you break your word."

"And you would do that to me?"

"Yes, I would. That's a solemn promise."

"I didn't think you could actually come up with something that
could work, but that could work. It'll work too good. I'd be totally at
your mercy. I don't think I could trust anyone that much. Can I think about
it?"

"No. I want your answer now. Either quit now and try to patch up
your pathetic marriage, or swear to me you'll never quit and take a chance
with me."

"So, it's an ultimatum?"

"Yes."

"On one condition. I want someone tattooed. Promise you'll arrange
it, and I'll make my promise contingent on that."

"Who and why?"

"My mother, because she's been carrying on an affair with my husband.
She mustn't know I had anything to do with this, though. It would have
to look like a random snatch by this Hell's Angels bunch--a mean thing
done to a good citizen."

"Are you sure you want this? Do you hate her that much? Is that
asshole worth reeking a lifetime's revenge?"

"I love her, but she needs that tattoo. More importantly, my father
needs to read that tattoo every time he goes to mount her. It's a gift
from a loving daughter. She must not be hurt or molested in any other way."

"There's no guarantees, but we can offer a monetary incentive if
she's unmolested. They do this for fun and money. The question is, how
much money would it take to override any potential fun?"

"The question is, how much am I worth to you? If she gets anything
but a tattoo, you have no promise. I'll quit. If I get tattooed, I'll hate
you for the rest of my life, that's a promise."

"You drive a hard bargain. All right, Faye. I'll take out a second
mortgage. They charge five grand to abduct any ordinary citizen. The tattoo
is free. I'll offer them a twenty-five- thousand dollar bonus if she's
returned in pristine condition, except for the tattoo. She couldn't possibly
be that much fun to fuck over."

"Let's hope not. Do we shake on this, or sign a contract?"

"All I need is your word."

"You have it on those terms."

"I agree to the terms. You also have my word that if something
goes wrong, you may quit without fear of motorcycles."

"I trust you, Greg. I hear you won the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Who am I to argue with Congress?"

"You spend too much time with Bonnie. Give her a rest. In fact,
you look like you need a rest."

"I do. I'm dead on my feet."

"Take the rest of the day off. You're no good to anyone this way.
I'm sure you have business to attend to."

"I have a husband getting out of prison in a little over seven
hours. I'll need to be rested and sharp."

"I'm sure Bonnie told you how to deal with him. In general, her
advice is valid, but it only seems to work for Bonnie. Others have tried
her advice and gotten nowhere but single. One girl got herself killed.
Use your own head, but consider what she told you. Men are not as general
as she likes to think. If you need help with Mark, call me. For five grand,
I can have him castrated. I'd rather do that than tattoo your mother, but
I'll do both rather than risk losing you or getting you hurt. I'm serious."

"I can handle Mark. Putting his ass in jail was the right thing
to do. If he's not straight, we're through. It's that simple. My father
will gladly see that he gets the message."

"I'll walk you to your car."

They stood together and made for the main entrance. Faye said, "Some
molester you are."

"I plan to molest you at the car."

"Oh, then we'd better swing by security and get this molestation
approved."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Two of them approached me when I arrived. It seems I've been adopted.
They say they'll arrest anyone who molests me."

"Are you shitting me?"

"I'm serious, and so were they. They're watching my every move,
and my car is in their security area. They'll bring it around to the front.
Is that where you'll molest me?"

Greg halted Faye before they rounded the corner to enter the lobby area.
He quietly said, "You have to call off your dogs, Faye. They'll ruin
everything. They think they're real cops."

"I know. I feel so safe. I have twenty-six big brothers that are
dying to protect me from molesters like you and Max."

"I'm serious, Faye. The game can't work this way. I'll quit. No
tattoo for mommy, no second mortgage. You may as well quit."

"Relax. They won't arrest anyone. They just want to endear themselves
to me and watch everything I do. They needed my okay to set up cameras
that I was sure to notice given time. You may assume I'm living in a fish
bowl from now on. You'll be staring in porno movies. I just thought you
should know."

"Great. How do you know they won't be making arrests to endear
themselves to you?"

"I know what they're really after. They don't want to stop anything.
They want to watch everything. Evidently, the life of a trooper is pretty
boring, and their sex life is in their hands."

"That's true. I'm glad you told me, but I'd feel better if you
knew for a certainty they just want to watch."

"I'll meet them all over the next few days, I'm sure. If I find
any heroes, I'll let you know. If they're all like the two I met this morning,
you have nothing to worry about. They were just hard-up and terribly horny."

"I know some of them. Who'd you meet?"

"Willie and Stubby."

"Doesn't ring any bells. Let's just part here. I'll just grab your
ass in parting."

"Is that all I get--a lousy ass grab? I want my money back."

Greg faced her to the wall and pinned her with one hand at the small
of her back. Faye struggled as he lifted her dress and caught the hem under
his hand at her back. She cried, "Greg, no! Stop it! I was just kidding.
Greg!"

Greg dragged her panties to her heels and began spanking her hard, drawing
a great deal of attention from the production floor and two guards from
the door, the two that relieved Stubby and Willie. They came sliding around
the corner. One lost his footing and fell hard on his gun. The other just
stood open- mouthed and watched Greg's hand fall on soft jiggling ass flesh
turning bright red.

Faye pounded the wall, but had no choice but to endure the humiliating
exposure and punishment. Greg delivered two dozen slaps, then released
her, saying, "The next time you sass me, I'll use a belt. Now get
out of here."

Faye turned her back to the wall, rubbing her ass after pulling her
dress into place and stepping free of the panties. The standing guard picked
up her purse and handed it to her. The prone guard crawled to her panties,
got to his feet, and came up on her other side as he stuffed the panties
in his pocket. They took her arms and escorted her into the lobby, away
from prying eyes. Faye said, "Thanks for rescuing me. If you guys
hadn't showed up, there's no telling what he'd have done."

Prone (now, standing) man said, "If I hadn't a slipped, I'd have
slapped cuffs on him. They need to do something about these slippery floors."

The other said, "I'm Lester, and this here is Sam."

"My big brothers, Lester and Sam--my heroes."

Lester and Sam beamed while waiting for their obligatory, brother/sister
hug, kiss, and grope; for it was obligatory after Willie and Stubby gave
them a blow-by-blow to include finger sniff at the noon changing of the
guard.

The men positioned themselves before a security camera aimed at the
desk area from it's ceiling mount. Faye noted the camera on the sly, and
noted that it moved when she moved. She steeped into Lester's arms, smiling,
and said, "Willie said I get a hug and a kiss from each of my big
brothers, but you guys deserve two apiece."

Lester looked into the camera with a shit-eating grin as he cupped her
ass cheeks and told Sam to keep watch for anyone coming from inside the
plant. They had nothing to worry about as far as someone coming through
the main entry glass doors. They could see all traffic entering the lot
and would have a few minutes after a car entered before expecting a visitor.
With Sam in position at the corner, looking out on the production floor,
the two were safe from prying eyes, except for the camera and Sam, who
did more looking back than front.

Faye found the camera a huge turn-on. Lester took liberties as they
tongue kissed. Her dress was soon up around her waist, and his hands explored
ever niche, nook, and cunny. After a minute- long touchie-feelie, slobbery
kiss, Faye pushed back in his ass- cupping embrace to say, "Wow, do
you really kiss your sister like this?"

"Sometimes we do it another way. I come up behind her and she kisses
me leaning back."

"Well, you have one more kiss coming. Do you want me to turn around?"

"Yeah, just face the door and I'll make like I just snuck up on
you. Act surprised."

Faye faced the camera but didn't look up. Lester's hands suddenly came
up under her arms and his hands grabbed her breasts as he cried, "Surprise,
Sis!"

Faye grabbed her flesh bra and cried, "Oh my goodness. What a surprise!"
She let her head go back to engage his mouth in slobber-kiss part II as
his hands pulled the dress up clear to her arm pits. He unhooked the bra
and played with her tits while looking at the camera with smiling eyes.
His hands were in her crotch, massaging cunt guts when she broke the kiss
to say, "You and your sister must be very close if she lets you do
this to her."

Lester fingered her pussy while saying, "We are. She had my baby."

"Wow, I never knew brothers and sisters were that close."

"Big brothers are with kid sisters. It's actually quite common;
it's just that nobody talks about it."

Sam returned from the corner stepping in front of Faye, his eyes never
leaving her crotch, saying, "Hey, it's my turn." He dropped to
his knees and pushed out on her knees, whining, "You had your two.
Move your fuckin' hands, jackoff. I can't see a god damn thing."

Lester moved his hands. As Sam peered between Faye's legs, Lester said,
"Now, Sam and his sister really get down and dirty."

Faye looked down as Sam pressed his mouth to her vulva. She said, "Yes,
I see that. If Sam's going to kiss me down there, don't you think you'd
better stand watch."

Lester released her tits and said to Sam, "This counts as one,
shithead."

Faye kept her dress trapped under her arms with her breasts exposed
while Lester used his walkie talkie to send for her car. He took up a position
at the corner, but like Sam, looked back more than front. Faye stood in
a wide-legged stance to receive her vaginal soul kiss, all the while being
wonderfully conscious of the camera trained on her. She gave Sam two minutes,
then tapped his shoulder to say, "Your time's up, Sam. That was two
one-minute kisses."

Sam reluctantly let go and stood to argue, "I didn't know they
were timed. I thought that was one. I never got to kiss your boobies. My
sister always let me kiss her between the legs, then each boob."

"Oh, all right, but thirty seconds each. Honestly, I'm not sure
I can handle twenty-six big brothers if they're all as nasty as you two."

Sam took three seconds away from boob number one to say, "Most
are nastier."

Faye monitored her watch while her left breast received an oral ablution
and nipple massage with teeth. She announced, "Time's up on that one,
buster." Thirty seconds later, her car, sporting new hub caps and
a wash, pulled up with two smiling troopers inside. "All right, you're
done, slippery Sam."

Sam gave way as Faye tugged her dress into place and a black trooper
with a face full of big white teeth popped his head in the door to say,
"Yo chariot awaits, Lady Faye."

Faye went out and met two more big brothers, but the brothers were,
indeed, big and brothers. They drove her to a remote corner of the lot
and parked the car. Sam and Lester had to open one of the glass doors to
see what was going on. Their boss, Mr. Mathews, head of security, joined
them. As they watched the rocking car, Sam said, "I told her there
were nastier ones."

Lester said, "Those fucking niggers are going to ruin her pussy
before we get any."

Mathews said, "We should have come up with a rule that the little
guys go first."

Sam said, "Yeah, you'd be first in line, tweedle dick."

Mathews said, "We need to get her some new shocks. That's dangerous
driving on shocks that bad. I'd better go check this out. Cover me."

Three more troopers made their way to the car to check out her shocks
for themselves after abandoning the monitor. Faye drove from the lot thirty
minutes later, leaking like a sieve. She needed new seat covers, too.

She arrived at her parent's house to find her mother and Charlene just
awakening from a long nap. Her father was still asleep in the master bed,
now fitted with plastic sheets and fresh linen. Gwen sat up on the sofa
and immediately noticed the mess streaming down both of Faye's legs as
she passed by on her way to the kitchen, saying, "I got a raise."

Gwen followed, saying, "That's not all. Don't sit on anything until
you shower."

Faye opened the fridge and took out a soft drink, popped the top, then
took several swallows while facing her mother who was on her knees looking
under her dress. Faye set the half-empty can down and said, "Ahhh,
that was good. Cum is okay, but I hate the after-taste."

Gwen, was on one knee still looking at her daughter's pussy. She said,
"I just can't get over how pretty your vagina is this way, sperm and
all."

"Me too. I can't get over seeing you lift my dress and stare at
my cunt. This is nice. Bonnie did us a big favor."

"I agree. I can't wait to start my new job and get my pager."

"I got your pager. I have one, too, see."

Charlene came over and said, "Great! My prude mother and my goody
sister are whores with pagers, no less. Where's the justice? Where's my
pager?"

Gwen said, "You've done enough whoring for two lifetimes. If you
want to keep this baby, focus on caring for it, starting now. We'll take
care of any dicks that need softening."

Faye said, "Mom, I'm going to shower and lie down. I've got to
get some sleep. I can see you're dying to get at my pussy. All I ask is
that you not wake me up until seven, then do wake me. I have a plan for
dealing with Mark that I'll need your help with, but we'll have plenty
of time to rehearse our parts before he arrives."

"Great. It sounds like fun. I'll be gentle. Do me one favor, though.
Don't wash out your pussy."

"I wasn't planning to. I hope you like African American sperm."

"Oh, goodie. I've never tried chocolate; all I ever had was vanilla."

Faye slept like a baby (naked on top of the bedspread) but no baby was
ever attended in her sleep by her mother the way Faye was. At seven, Faye
awakened to a rapidly building orgasm. Looking down, she saw her mother's
face buried in cunt guts, pointing to her watch. Faye drew her knees up,
raised her head, and watched herself cum in her mother's mouth.

Faye pulled her lips apart to watch the all-important lapping of the
slut slime. She smiled and said, "In a little more than one day, I've
had nearly a dozen faces in my cunt, but seeing yours there is by far the
best. I don't think I'll ever tire of watching you suck my cunt guts and
lap up my slut slime."

"I doubt I'll ever tire of doing it."

After a thorough cleaning, Gwen sat up, wiped her face, and said, "My
jaws ache. I've been dining on chocolate sperm for hours. Was that a nice
way to wake up?"

Faye had collapsed, and struggled up on her elbows to smile and say,
"It's the only way. Mom, this is terrific. I love seeing you like
this. You look like a kid again."

"I should. I found the fountain of youth between your legs. So,
what's the plan?"

"First, tell me the entire history of you and Mark. I want to know
everything, so I can beat him over the head with it."

"He should be beat over the head. He has been awful to you. I'll
admit, I loved every minute, even in the beginning. I was terribly horny
for that young man from the first day you brought him home as your prom
date almost four years ago. He sensed it. Hell, he probably smelled it."

"You were horny for him back then? He was only sixteen, Mom."

"I knew that. I've been horny for most of my marriage. When your
father started playing his games with you, I got less and less, and grew
hornier and hornier as a result. By the time you were sixteen, I wasn't
getting any. Between you and Charlene, all the sperm in this house went
to you girls. My sex life was a candle."

"That's so sad. I always wondered what you did. I knew Dad couldn't
be saving any for you. So, who seduced who, and when?"

"Mark practically raped me the following morning when he returned
to give you the corsage you left in his car. I let it out that no one was
home but me."

"On purpose?"

"Yes. I didn't do it as part of a conscious plan, but I wanted
him to know. I also let it out that no one was expected home for hours.
That's when he started."

"A seduction, or a rape?"

"It started as a bold seduction, but I ended up getting my clothes
ripped from my body. He threw me to the floor and fucked me. As soon as
he got his dick in me, it was more a case of me fucking him."

"I wish I could have seen that."

"I wish I had it on tape. I'd wear it out. After he came in me,
I wanted to shower and get rid of him. I felt just awful. That was my first
adulterous act after almost twenty years of marriage. Adulterer's remorse
set in immediately after my orgasm. He wouldn't let me clean up or get
dressed. He made me assume vulgar poses and masturbate for his amusement,
all the while calling me filthy names like slut, whore, horny bitch, and
cunt."

"What do you mean, he made you? He wasn't that big back then. I
can't picture him making you do anything."

"He told me to, let's put it that way."

"In other words, you ate it up?"

"Like a starving refugee. He fucked me twice more before he got
nervous and left. He pressed his luck to the limit. Your father came home
earlier than I expected, ten minutes after Mark drove off. I was in the
shower."

"I suppose he had you regularly after that."

"No, after that, I avoided him like the plague. If he came to the
door when no one was home, I wouldn't let him in. It was after you two
got engaged and he moved in with us that I couldn't avoid him. It never
dawned on your father that Mark was a threat, you either, I assume."

"It never occurred to me."

"I didn't think so the way you two left us alone so much. He basically
took me when he wanted me, and that was every time we were alone. I resisted
every time. He took every piece of ass he got, and by that time, he could
easily take what he wanted. These were rapes in the classic sense, but
in all fairness, I wanted to be raped. If he wanted pussy, he had to rape
me."

"When did he last rape you?"

"Three days ago, he ran into me outside a bar on fifth. I was dropping
off dry cleaning next door. He forced me into your car and screwed me in
the parking lot while one of his buddies kept watch, mostly on us."

"A tall, thin guy with dark hair and a moustache?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Jay. That's Mark's best friend. I have a big crush on him. Did
Jay ever fuck you?"

"No, but Mark offered him sloppy seconds. Jay passed."

"That's Jay. Well, that bastard."

"I wanted to tell you so many times, but how does a mother tell
her daughter something like that?"

"I understand. I always knew he cheated, even when we were going
steady. Still, taking pussy from your wife's mother, raping her mother,
that's as low as they go."

"True, but I encouraged the rapes by never telling."

"I've done a great deal of thinking about this marriage lately.
It's over as far as I'm concerned. When I see Mark, it will be so easy
to tell him it's over, but I'd like to hang onto him for a while. I want
to have some fun with him before I cut him loose."

"Good, I was afraid I wouldn't get to play out my whore fantasy."

"Yes, tell me about that."

"I have many along those lines, but my favorite is being forced
into prostitution. I have to pretend your father isn't in the picture,
because it could never happen if he were my husband. I pretend he went
off with another woman and left me destitute with you two girls to support.
I get jobs in sleezy dives, because I have no work experience. Before you
know it, I'm fucking for money and a tough pimp owns my ass."

"How would you like that to be the case in real life?"

"I think I'd love it. That's why your whore idea turned me on so
much. I pretended Mark was my pimp."

"That's good, because that will be a reality. I'm cutting Mark
off from the money supply, but I'm going to give him his very own whore--you."

"You'll let him make money off me?"

"I won't let him, but he'll think of it. I'm just giving him a
whore to play with. This is the way I see this going down. Mark will be
here tonight, trying to placate me, making promises. I will be implacable
because I found out about you and him. I'm going to act like I'm pissed
and disgusted with you both, and I'm going to treat you like scum."

"Put most of the blame on me, and don't mention the word rape."

"No, I want you to plead for mercy on the grounds that he forced
you, only I won't be buying it. He'll love that. I want to drag you from
the bedroom by your hair and rip your clothes off in front of him, then
throw you at his feet and yell, 'You want a whore? There's your fucking
whore, stud.'"

"Oh god, Faye! I'd love it if you'd do that?"

"I want to. I need to let Mark see me as a powerful and domineering
woman that won't take any shit off of him or my own mother. I want him
to see a side of me he's never seen before. Throwing him in jail showed
him a side he never thought was there, and he's had a long time to think
about it. I need to capitalize on this right away, in a dramatic way. If
he cowers and still acts apologetic after seeing what I do to you, I'll
start warming to his pleas."

"I know he'll like seeing me get blamed. Oh, that's a wonderful
idea, Faye."

"Don't get your hopes up too high. If he gets all huffy with me,
it's over. I want Dad in the workshop ready to toss his ass out if he even
starts to act huffy. I want Dad to hide his truck so Mark thinks he's away.
Do you think Dad will go along with my plan?"

"If you sell it to him when he has his dick in you he will. He'd
love to get rid of Mark. Keeping him in the workshop will be the trick.
After he gets some of Bonnie's squeeze box, he'll do a one-eighty. I know
he will. I'd appreciate it if you'd ask Bonnie not to hurry. I'd at least
like to experience my fantasy for a week or two."

"I'm sure she'll string him along for as long as it takes. Mom,
did you like getting raped as opposed to simply having an affair, or did
being raped help you cope?"

"No, I wanted rape. I know it sounds crazy, but I like rough sex.
I married your father because he looked rough, acted tough, and I thought
he'd rape me all through our marriage. You can imagine my disappointment.
He's so gentle I could scream."

"Have you ever thought about situations where you get kidnapped
by a gang of hoodlums that put some kind of permanent brand on you, something
vulgar that you'd be stuck with for the rest of your life?"

"Oh, yes. Did you ever see that movie, 'Tattoo?' It's about a beautiful
woman who gets abducted by this crazy tattoo artist. He keeps her in a
beach front house, tied naked to a bed. He tattoos her entire body over
several months, and she is powerless to do anything but watch."

"Yes, it's the only movie this family ever bought, but I haven't
seen it since the day you brought it home. You like that, huh?"

"God, yes! I masturbate to that tape. Thank god for VCRs."

"Suppose it happened to you?"

"My favorite fantasy is being abducted by neighborhood toughs and
kept in someone's attic while they plaster my body with bathroom graffiti
using needles and ink. I eventually get released, and Robert is glad to
get me back, but he shits when he sees what they did to me. The toughs
are long gone by then, and he has to live with the results."

"Suppose something like that happened for real?"

"What are you cooking up, Faye?"

"Bonnie can get people tattooed with a phone call. She had a young
girl abducted and tattooed with the word, 'bitch' all across her chest.
I was thinking you'd look good with 'whore' tattooed on your chest. I think
Dad needs to be reminded long after this episode is over."

"Do it, Faye. Make the abduction look real, but do it, and do my
whole body."

"Not your whole body!"

"Please, Faye! If you can make that fantasy a reality, I want it
done. I'll live with the consequences, and so will your father. I'm sure
of it, as long as he never suspects we set it up."

"Are you sure, even on your legs?"

"Anywhere? Even on my face. Just tell them my whole body is a canvas,
and that you want me looking like a bathroom wall when they get through.
I'd like the abduction to last at least a month with the only restriction
on their conduct being that I must be whole and able to walk unassisted
with all my senses intact."

"Mom, that's asking for serious trouble."

"I know. I want serious trouble. Unless I get tortured, burned
with cigarettes, pierced with rings, and scared by lashes from a whip,
I'll feel cheated. I want your father to take one look at my body and feel
sorry for me. I'd like to see him cry. I know your father. He'll spend
the rest of his life trying to make me feel better, helping me cope. I
may never have to leave the house again, and that would be just fine with
me."

"Mom, no. I couldn't. You're asking too much. It would kill me
to see you like that, or to know what you're suffering during that month."

Gwen took both of Faye's hands in hers and said, "I know, but I
want all of it. I'll never get a second chance. It has to be done right
the first time. If you were willing to get me tattooed, give me exactly
what I want. I can take the pain. I want the pain. I'm a masochist. I can
cum from intense pain. Your father treats me like a china doll. He could
never give me what I want. Mark used to slap me around and take a belt
to me, but he didn't come close to what I really wanted."

"That bastard took a belt to you?"

"Yes, but he was afraid of leaving a mark, so I never got a good
whipping. When you drag me out by my hair, beat the crap out of me, pummel
my face."

Faye made a pained face and said, "Physically beat you?"

"Yes. Use your fists, kick me and knee me. Mark will be impressed
if he sees you kick me in the cunt, then you haul me up by my tits before
throwing me at his feet."

"I don't know if I could."

"Damnit, Faye, doesn't it make any difference that I want that
treatment, that I want to feel the pain and nurse the injuries for days
afterward. I want you to set the tone for the way Mark treats me. Please,
Faye, Please!"

Faye impulsively slapped her mother across the face. Gwen's eyes lit
up and she cried, "Yes! Do it again, harder!"

Faye hit her on the other side as hard as she could, knocking her mother's
head to the side, amazed that she wanted more, but more amazed that her
clit throbbed from doing it. She drew a leg back and planted her foot in
her mother's chest, then shoved her to the floor.

Faye got up to stand between her mother's legs, noting that she made
no move to defend her vulnerable vagina. Faye looked between her mother's
legs, then kicked her in the cunt, saying, "Did you like that, you
whoring bitch?"

Faye was awed by the look of ecstasy written all over her mother's face
as she widened her spread hoping for another. Faye's clit was also hoping
for another, so she gave her a solid blow in the soft core of her sex,
yelling, "You fucking slut. I'll teach you to whore around with my
husband, you slimy cunt."

Faye kicked her three more times while pouring out filthy invectives,
then stood and stared as her mother writhed in orgasm, clutching and squeezing
her injured twat. When the spasms subsided, Faye helped her up and they
sat, side by side, on the edge of the bed. Faye placed her arm around her
mother and said, "All right, Mom. You convinced me. I don't understand,
but I know you sincerely want this. Don't run from the sound of motorcycles.
You'll get exactly what you want."

"Thank you, Faye. And with Mark?"

"You just got a sample, but don't hold your legs open in front
of Mark. Make it look like you're trying to avoid getting hurt."

"I will. I'll do good. I'll cry and beg, but hurt me, okay? I mean
really hurt me. Make me bleed."

"You'll be black and blue before I'm through. When I see Dad, I'm
going to tell him I've got a lot of anger I need to vent on you, and he'd
better let me vent, or he won't be getting anymore pussy from me or Bonnie."

"That should do it. He thinks you're very upset, but repressing.
He knows you can't beat on Mark. I think he'll let you vent. You'll be
venting for him, too. He's pissed at me for not telling him what Mark was
doing all these years. He'd like me beat, he just can't do it himself.
He wants to kill Mark, but he wants that squeeze box more. We have to keep
Mark out of his sight. He told me that."

"Mark doesn't want near Dad anymore than Dad wants near him. That's
why you'll have a pager. I picked one up for you at the plant. If all goes
well, Mark will have it tonight. If all goes well, we'll have a touching
making-up scene on the couch while you kneel and take care of our nasty
parts for us."

"Oh, yes. While you two kiss and make up, hold me by the hair and
fuck your cunt in my face. Take breaks to call me names, and piss in my
face while I'm sucking your pussy. Don't worry about the couch or the carpet.
That's my problem. I've been wanting a new sectional sofa, and the carpet
needs shampooing. I'll be drinking most of it anyway."

"Great. I'm going to love pissing in your face, and I'll make you
drink my piss."

"I'll love drinking your piss, but I won't let that show."

"Can you get rid of Charlene. She'll be a distraction, and I know
she wants in."

"I'll give her some money to get lost for a few hours. You're right,
though, she's been talking about this all morning between naps."

"We'd better get ready. He'll be getting out soon. He'll call over
here, so you take all calls. Tell him I'm pissed and he shouldn't come
over. Tell him I know about you two, and I've spent the last twenty-four
hours screwing my brains out."

"No, Faye. You'll set him off. He'll be livid and blow everything."

"I don't care. He has to accept me as a whore or there's no chance
of getting back with him. Tell him Dad went out drinking and it's just
the two of us here. He'll get Jay to bring him over."

"You don't want Jay to witness this, do you?"

"If I know Mark, when he sees my car, he'll send Jay on his way.
If he doesn't, that means he plans to make a stand, a huffy, chest-thumping
stand. If Jay comes in with Mark, it's all over. I'm calling Dad out."

"I hope that doesn't happen. My mouth is watering for pussy piss."

"You are one sick puppy, do you know that, Mother dear?"

"I've known for a long time. You still love me, don't you?"

"Could I ever resist a sick little puppy?"

Gwen smiled and snuggled into her daughter's loving arms.

* * *

Faye went to her father and awakened him by sucking his dick. He opened
his eyes and smiled as she straddled his hips and sank onto his turgid
man muscle, saying, "Just lie still while I drain your balls. We need
to talk."

"Anything you say, kitten."

Robert went along with everything, even the real beating of his wife,
after Faye told him she planned to dump Mark after toying with him for
a few months. He agreed to remain in his shop unless called by name.

The phone call came in at nine fifteen. Gwen came to Faye who was putting
the finishing touches to her hair--teased and fluffed full like an Amazon
Queen or street whore. She also wore a short silk robe with heels over
nothing. Her cunt was plugged by a short candle to hold in the copious
load her father gave her. Gwen said, "God, you look awesome. Absolutely
stunning."

"Wait till I pull this candle out and let the river flow."

"You'd better hope he didn't bring a gun. Mark was pissed."

"He was, was he? Dad will be waiting. Mark doesn't own a gun, and
I seriously doubt he'll use a weapon. Dad has his shotgun ready just in
case. If he's armed, I'll call out 'Daddy, Help!' If he's not armed, I
just call out, 'Daddy.' What else did he say?"

"He wants you back, but on his terms. He wants an apology. I told
him to forget it. I told him if he came over with that attitude, he'll
be wasting his time. I told him that as far as you're concerned, you two
are through."

"Good. Did that calm him down?"

"It seemed to. He's coming over. He should be here in thirty minutes.
He thinks we're alone for the night."

"There's still hope, Mom. He has thirty minutes to come up with
a better strategy. Knowing Mark, he'll first try to win me back, then he'll
work on restoring the marriage to its proper order. All I need is a few
minutes to show him that won't ever happen. It's iffy whether he'll take
me on my terms, but you're my ace in the hole. He'll love having his very
own whore."

"Play that up big in the beginning, then. Make sure he knows I'll
do anything and that the more miserable he makes my life, the more you'll
like it."

"I will, and I'll tell him I'm fucking Dad to keep him in line.
Dad swore he'd let Mark do whatever he wants to you as long as I give him
all the pussy he wants. Dad suggested we move back in. I'm all for it."

"That would be great, but will he stand by and watch Mark beat
the crap out of me or sell my ass to his buddies?"

"He swore he would. He even said he'd watch and not lift a finger
to help you or interfere with Mark."

"I'll believe that when I see it, but tell that to Mark. He would
absolutely love to abuse me in front of your father."

"I know he would. That's why I pushed for that. Surprisingly, Dad
is looking forward to it. The idea turned him on. He came as I described
how Mark will abuse you, and it was very physical, very degrading, and
bloody."

"Oh, god, Faye. We simply must win Mark over."

"I'll do my best, but don't be too disappointed if this fails.
Mark's pride might override his good sense and his dick."

They talked more as they stood by the window looking for approaching
cars. Robert drank beer in the kitchen, waiting for word to move to the
workshop. Ten minutes after they took stations, Jay's T-bird swung into
the driveway and let Mark out. Gwen dashed to her bedroom, Robert eased
into the shop, and Faye pulled the plug. When the doorbell rang, she did
not open the door. She yelled, "Go away, asshole."

"Faye, open the door. Please, Faye. We need to talk."

"You talk with your fists. We're through. Take the car and go.
The keys are in it."

"I just want to talk. You're my wife. You said for better or worse
till death do us part. I fucked up, but I deserve a second chance. I just
want to talk. Hear me out; then, if you still want to end the marriage,
I'll go quietly."

"All right, Mark. I'll open the door, but understand this: I have
seventy-two hours to decide whether or not to press battery charges against
you. I still haven't decided. One angry word, one cross look, one tiny
threat, and I'll call the cops. This time, they'll read you your rights.
This time, you'll need a lawyer. This time, you'll do thirty days minimum,
six months if you appear before Judge Margaret Strickland with a lawyer
at your side. She gives thirty days only to wife beaters that appear in
her court looking penitent and humble, pleading guilty and begging for
the court's mercy. Do you still want me to open the door?"

There was a long silence, then Mark's much quieter voice said, "Yes.
I'll behave."

Faye unlocked the door then stepped back and stood in her Wonder Woman
pose with the robe unbelted and hanging open. She said, "It's open."

Mark eased the door open, then froze as he took in the provocative sight
of his wife with cum pouring down both legs from her shaved pussy. He made
an agonized face as he eased in and closed the door behind him. He stood
and stared, then said, "How could you, Faye?"

"How could I what? Throw your sorry ass in jail, or let other men
fuck me?"

"Both. What's happened to you? You're not the girl I married."

"No, and you're not the man I married. You trashed our vows long
before I did. You fucked every female friend I ever had. You fucked my
sister and turned my mother into a whore. I'm just trying to catch up."

"Yeah, who have you been catching up with? By the looks of things,
I should say who all?"

"Who all is none of your business. This happens to be all my father's
doing. Impressive, isn't it?"

"You look like a whore."

"Thank you. You look like shit. Didn't you sleep well?"

"I didn't come here to fight with you. I'd like to get our marriage
back on track. I've had time to think, and I was wrong to hit you. I won't
ever hit you again. That lesson sank in. I couldn't do thirty days, much
less six months. I already got the dope on Judge Strickland. You can't
make me hit you no matter what you do."

Faye smiled and came up to him. She ran her hand over his cheek, then
brushed back his hair, saying, "There may be hope for us yet."

"I'm sorry about your mother, but she asked for it, Faye."

"I know, the horny slut has been after you since the first day
she saw you."

Mark's eyes widened as he said, "It's true. She was like a bitch
in heat."

"I know. I can't fault you for being a man."

"I didn't want to, honest. It was like mercy fucking, putting her
out of her misery."

"That fucking bitch makes me so angry. How dare she seduce my husband."

"That's what it was, baby. I had to keep her happy; I was a guest
living in her house."

"That fucking slut made you feel like you owed her, didn't she?"

"She did. She made me feel like a damn gigolo--cheap, used, dirty."

"Oh, my poor baby. We're going to teach that whore bitch a lesson
she'll never forget. Are you up to it?"

Mark wore a grin and said, "Sure. What have you got in mind?"

"Just wait here. I have a present for you."

Faye left Mark standing in the living room wearing an even bigger grin
as she went to the master bedroom. There, she found Gwen eaves dropping
with the door open. Faye stepped inside and closed the door, saying, "This
is it, Mom. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"We must. It's working beautifully. The nerve of him to say I used
him. And you, you sounded so convincing. He must be rubbing his hands together."

"Okay, here goes. Get in character."

"I'm ready."

Faye hauled off and slapped Gwen so hard she fell against the bed and
rolled to the floor. Faye grabbed her by the hair and screamed, "You
fucking whore! I'll teach you to fuck with my man."

Faye dragged her mother by the hair all the way down the hall and into
the living room, all the while hurling the vilest invectives while Gwen
cried and pleaded her innocence. Mark stood with his mouth agape as Faye
yanked her mother to her feet, then immediately slapped her to the floor
with a hard blow across the face, yelling, "You fucking slut!"

Mark said, "Faye, take it easy!"

"Stay out of this, Mark. This is between me and my whore mother."
She ended that statement with a solid kick between the legs that made Gwen
curl to a fetal ball clutching her crotch, crying, "Oh god, please!
He raped me, Faye. Why won't you believe me?"

Faye rolled her mother to her back using her high heels, then stood
on her chest with one high heeled foot, yelling, "Mark can have any
chick he wants simply by snapping his fingers, and you expect me to believe
he had to rape a horny old bitch like you. You're a liar and a whore. Get
up, Bitch! I'll teach you to lie to me."

Faye yanked Gwen to her feet, then began slapping her back and forth
across the face, hard enough to make her lips bleed and Mark wince. With
each slap, Faye screamed, "Whore! Bitch! Slut! Lying cunt!" She
began tearing the clothes off Gwen as the crying woman tried to hang onto
shreds until there was nothing to hang on to. Mark could not believe his
eyes.

Faye kneed her mother in the gut and sent her to her knees. She then
kneed her to the face and sent her sprawling onto her back with a bloody
nose. She kicked her hard between the legs, then hard in the ass when Gwen
rolled to her belly. Mark pleaded, "Please, Faye! No more. For god's
sake, she's your mother!"

Faye kicked Gwen to her back, then reached down and grabbed her by the
breasts, digging in with her nails. She pulled the screaming woman to her
feet, then threw her at Mark's feet, saying, "Her's your present,
Mark. She's your whore now. Fuck her anytime you want with my blessing."

Mark looked at the naked, bleeding, bruised and battered woman curled
in a ball, crying at his feet. He looked to Faye and said, "Are you
serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious. Don't you want your very own whore?"

He again looked to Gwen before saying, "Sure, but..."

Faye tossed him a pager, saying, "She even comes equipped with
a pager. When you want some whore pussy, just dial that number and give
her your location. She'll drop everything and bring the pussy to you."

"Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"It's no joke. I worked out a deal with Dad. He's not too happy
with her either. As long as I give him all the pussy he wants, he said
you can do what you please with her."

"Your father said that?"

"Yes, and he invited us to move back in the house to make it easy
on you. You own the bitch, Mark."

"I own your mother?"

"Tits, ass, mouth, and cunt. I'll keep Dad happy as long as you
make her life miserable. If you're not up to the task, I'll find someone
who is, but I want this bitch to suffer."

"I can make her suffer, but your Dad won't go along with that."

"My Dad said that if he sees her smile once, the deal's off."

"He said that, huh?"

Faye smiled as she straddled her mother's body to get close to Mark.
She said, "I know you can make her suffer if you really tried. So
does Dad. We can't wait to see a real rape."

"God damn, Faye. I knew your old man was a kinky bastard, but I
never dreamed you could be into this shit, too. This is turning you on,
isn't it?"

"Yes. Don't you like me turned on?"

"Shit, yeah."

Faye stepped back keeping her legs apart. She grabbed a big lock of
Gwen's hair and brought her to a kneeling position between her legs. Faye
smiled to Mark, then took her mother by the ears and jammed her face hard
into her cunt, saying, "Eat me, bitch! Eat Daddy's fuck out of my
cunt, you lying whore bag of shit."

Mark looked on in astonishment as Faye once again assumed a Wonder Woman
pose. Gwen devoured her daughter's messy pussy in full view of Mark as
he knelt to see better. He looked up to say, "Unbelievable. This is
un-fucking-believable, Faye."

While she had Mark on his knees, she said, "Things will be different
if we get back together. Your whoring days are over. Be satisfied with
one wife and one whore, or you'll have no wife and no whore. If I ever
find out you cheated, we're through. I mean that."

"I can live with that. The same goes for you. You can screw your
old man, but that's it."

"No Mark. You have no terms to dictate. This is not a negotiation.
I'm telling you how it's going to be. If you don't like it, you can leave.
The pager stays here."

Mark stood and said, "Hold on, Faye. Are you telling me you can
cheat but I can't?"

"It's not cheating if we both agree that I can fuck around, but
you can't. That's the only way I'll take you back. Like it or leave it."

"If I don't like it, I don't get the whore?"

"You catch on fast. I gave you a whore to make things easier on
you. Be thankful you have that much."

"How can you call this a marriage?"

"I don't care what you call it. What we had before wasn't a marriage.
I worked my ass off while you fucked off and fucked around. I like this
arrangement better. Furthermore, you stay out of my purse. There won't
be any money there, but stay out of it anyway. You have free room and board.
Your school is paid for. All you need is enough gas in the car to get to
and from school. I'll fill the tank once a week, but that's all I'll do.
I'm getting a new car, but you won't be driving it."

"You can't expect me to live on nothing."

"Get a job. You have plenty of free time. Oh, and if I catch you
selling Mom's pussy, the party's over. She's your whore, not your prostitute.
You can have her fuck anybody you like, but her services are free. Well,
do you still want me back?"

"I want you back, but come on, Faye. I gotta have an allowance,
at least; besides, I can't drive that piece of shit car. If we're going
to live this far from school, I need a decent set of wheels. That's your
car."

"I just gave you that car, ingrate. As for your allowance, there
won't be any. If you behave yourself when I have a man over, I might reward
you with a crisp new twenty-dollar bill to go out and play with your buddies
at Chuck's, but you'll have to be very friendly to the man I'm fucking,
especially the black ones."

Mark made a pained face and said, "Oh, no, Faye. Don't tell me
you're going to be fucking niggers?"

"I already have, and now I know why you tried to keep me away from
them. They're good, damn good, and don't ever use the 'N' word in my presence
again. Call them blacks, African Americans, or sir if you want that twenty."

"I see what you're doing. You're trying to pussy whip me. It won't
work. I won't be pussy whipped. If you bring a nigger in this house, I'm
outta here."

"You just used the 'N' word after I told you not to. Now, you can
leave."

"No, wait, Faye. That was a slip. Give me some time to adjust,
will ya."

"There had best be no more slips, and if I bring a black stud in
this house, you had best stay, and he had better see a pussy whipped husband.
You earn your twenty by showing my lovers how pussy whipped you are. If
you don't impress them, you don't impress me. I'll be damned if I'll reward
you for nothing."

"So that's it, is it? You're punishing me."

"No, I'm rewarding me. That's another thing, hot shot. If you ever
want another piece of my ass, you'd better learn how to fuck. Before you
do that, you learn how to give good foreplay and eat pussy. I demand one
hour of good foreplay before you even think about sex. After that, I'll
decide if, when, and how. That's another take it or leave it proposition.
Frankly, I can live without sex from you. I've only screwed six men in
the past twenty-four hours, but every one of them was ten times better
than you, even the white ones with little dicks. I gave you this whore
so you won't bother me so much."

"That hurts, Faye."

"The truth hurts. If I were you, I'd walk out of here while you
still have some dignity left. If you stay, I'll whip you into shape with
my pussy. I'll make a good husband out of you, or I'll get rid of your
sorry ass. I'm only willing to take you back if you're willing to undergo
my training program. This is pussy whip one-O-one. If you drop this course,
you drop out of school."

"Maybe I will leave."

"There's the door. The keys are in the car, and the tank is full.
Be advised, when you walk out that door, there's no turning back. I'll
file a restraining order on you in the morning, if I don't decide to file
charges. I still haven't made up my mind about that, yet. Thirty days of
getting your cute ass fucked might do you some good. I'll bet your ass
is still sore, isn't it?"

"That's not funny, Faye. You put those cops up to that, didn't
you?"

"They came up with that on their own. The arresting officers said
you were a good fuck, but you squealed a lot at first. I'll bet you didn't
call Officer Tyrone a nigger, did you?"

"You're lucky I don't have a gun, bitch!"

"You have to leave, now. You'd better leave the state, because
I am filing those charges."

"No, Faye. Please! I lost my head. I swear, it won't happen again.
I can't leave, Faye. I have nowhere to go."

"That was strike two. One more strike and you're out--no if's',
and's', or but's'."

"There won't be another strike. I swear."

"Take off your pants and show me your ex-virgin asshole."

Mark quickly divested himself of his shoes and pants, then turned, stood
with his legs wide, and pulled his cheeks apart. Faye and Gwen exchanged
smiles as they looked at he red and swollen asshole. Faye knocked Gwen
to the floor, yelling, "Get around to the front and suck his dick,
whore."

Faye stepped up behind Mark as Gwen scrambled to get her mouth on his
limp cock. Faye placed her fist at her crotch with her thumb sticking out
like a cock. She entered his ass, saying, "Nice. You take a thumb
with ease. You're ready for Daddy, now. He's looking forward to getting
a piece of your tight ass. If you liked Tyrone, you'll love Daddy."

"Oh God, Faye! Why don't you just shoot me and get it over with?"

"Shoot a good pussy whipped ass whore like you? Never! You're much
too valuable to me now. It would be a shame to waste this fine ass on jail-house
trash and corrupt pigs. I can set you up with much better cocks."

Mark's cock was soon rock hard in Gwen's mouth. He took the buffeting
from Faye in stride while issuing forth a steady stream of passionate moans
and groans. Faye kept up the verbal taunts which drove him closer to orgasm.
She said, "You're going to be a good ass whore for me, aren't you,
Mark?"

Mark moaned, "Ughh! Ohhh!"

"You're going to love Daddy's big cock."

"Ohhh! Oh god! Ughh!"

"I'll get you plenty of nice, big, long, black cocks to suck and
fuck. I'll even let you lick us while we fuck. Won't that be fun, sugar
lump?"

"Oh fuck! Ughhh! Ughhh!"

"You'll be earning twenty dollar bills left and right with an ass
like this. Did you learn how to suck cock, too, sweetheart? Did you develop
a taste for sperm? I certainly hope so, because I'm putting you on a sperm
rich diet. I hear it's good for the complexion--lots of protein."

Mark cried, "Harder, Faye. I'm cumming! Ahhh! Ughhh! Oh yes, baby.
Suck it, bitch! Eat my cum, you fucking dirt-bag whore! Oh, yeah, baby.
Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Suck me! Oh yeah."

Robert tapped Faye on the shoulder. When she turned, she saw her naked
father stroking an angry greased fuck muscle. She stepped aside like a
dancer being cut in on, then took her father's cock by the root to guide
the head to its mark (no pun intended).

Mark felt two iron-like hands slap-grip his hips, then a log being shoved
up his ass in mid-orgasm. He shot bolt upright. The wail he made was indescribable--somewhere
between a rooster's crow and cat being pulled, tail first, through a key
hole. A deep male voice said, "I'll fuck you harder, sweetheart."

Poor Mark stood on tip toes, impaled on one parent while impaling another.
Faye stood to the side to memorize the sight as Mark's interrupted orgasm
returned with a vengeance. When Robert had Mark seated to the root, he
pulled in tight and arched back, lifting Mark's feet free of the floor.
Gwen had to stand up to keep sucking. Robert turned lose and said, "Look,
Ma, no hands."

Mark poured a copious load into Gwen's mouth--half of one old orgasm
and another full new one. After he was spent, he hung limply like a dead
toad nailed to a tree. Faye came over and turned his head to say, "You've
just been welcomed home. You can still leave if you want to. You needn't
worry about me filing charges. We'll part company with no hard feelings.
If you stay the night, I'm going to make a pet out of you. You'll remain
my pet until I set you free. Make your decision with Daddy's cock still
in your ass. If it goes soft and comes out, you'll go and I will file charges."

Mark looked at Faye with glazed eyes, then said, "Can I still have
my whore?"

"Yes, but I can always take her away from you. She's like a play
toy I've given to my pet. I own you both in that order, and I'm giving
you to Dad and Charlene to use as their play toy. We'll just be one big
happy family. Everybody gets a toy, but I own the toy box."

"If that's the way it is, I guess I'll stay then."

"I thought you might. You always did like being the center of attention.
You'll be sleeping with Charlene and Mom in the master bedroom from now
on. There's one little catch to the whore gift. From midnight till dawn,
Mom turns into your master, and you become her whore. If you refuse her
anything while she's your master, she will not turn back into your whore
until I deal with you and set everything straight again. If those insatiable
bitches keep you up all night, that's tough shit. Your grades had best
not suffer. I paid good money for those classes. I expect straight A's'
in return. You'll suffer for anything less."

Mark nodded his understanding as Robert set him on his feet and the
big cock eased out of his stretched colon. Gwen continued to nurse on his
spent dick. Faye pushed her mother's head away and led Mark to the couch.
Robert went for a beer, then returned to his workshop.

Mark sat in a daze as Faye threw her legs wide, draping her right leg
over his lap and the left over the armrest of the couch. She patted her
naked mound, calling out, "Get over here, bitch! Clean my fucking
legs, then tongue-fuck my cunt for me."

Gwen crawled quickly and began lapping up the inside of Faye's right
leg under Mark's astonished eyes. Faye placed his left arm around her shoulder
and snuggled. She stroked his cock and said, "Isn't that a pretty
sight, Mark?"

"It's a sight I never thought I'd see. She looks like she went
a few rounds with Mike Tyson."

"Except that left eye hardly has a scratch on it. Fix that for
me will you? You can reach it better from where you are."

"You mean hit her...in the eye?"

"Yeah, give her a good shiner like you gave me. She needs to be
balanced out. Bitch, lift your head up and give Mark a good target. There,
you go, sweetheart. You can't miss a target like that."

"You're sure?"

"Must I do everything myself?"

Mark popped Gwen in the eye and sent her tumbling backward. When she
crawled back, her left eye was bleeding and rapidly swelling. Faye grabbed
her by the chin to examine the job and said, "Oh, that's a much better
shiner than you gave me. Yes, this fucker will swell shut. Get back to
work, bitch, and don't bleed all over me."

"Faye, you're too much. You really have it in for her, don't you?"

"Not really. I'm just having fun. I like fucking with her or seeing
her fucked with. She'll love me no matter what I do to her, so I may as
well enjoy myself."

"The changes you've undergone are mind boggling."

"Your mind boggles easily." Gwen lapped cum from the inner
thighs as Faye said, "She's much better than a fuck rag. Between the
two of you, I may never need to use a real fuck rag again." Faye scooped
sperm onto two fingers and offered them to Mark's lips. Mark dutifully
licked then sucked her fingers. Faye smiled and said, "I'm impressed.
I guess you did get over your revulsion for messy body fluids, didn't you?
How many dicks did you suck in twenty-four hours?"

"Ten or twelve. Maybe more, and then there were repeats."

"How many black cocks did you suck off?"

"Too many."

"I said, how many?"

"Eight--two officers and six cell-mates. They put all the blacks
in my cell."

"Now, be honest, isn't black cock the best by far?"

"It was no fun, Faye, no matter what you think."

"Answer my question?"

"Yes."

Faye laughed. Gwen had started on the left leg and was nearing the top.
They both watched her progress as she neared the previously cleaned pussy.
When she arrived, Faye yawned her legs wide to receive the tongue probe,
saying, "That's it, slut. Fuck my cunt. Show Mark what a prick you
can be."

Mark watched Gwen fuck her face into his wife's beaver, then said, "Un-fucking-believable.
Something must have shook loose inside your head when I hit you, Faye.
Hitting you may have been the best thing I ever did for you."

"Maybe, but if you try that again, I'll have you crucified."

"I know. I got that message loud and clear. Still, you have to
admit, it did change you."

"I'll admit that. I think it's more a case of what doesn't kill
you makes you stronger. I am much stronger, now, and I intend to stay strong.
If you strike me again, you had best kill me."

"The thought would never cross my mind. If you got any stronger,
I don't think I could stand it. Where's Charlene?"

"Taking in a movie, a fuck flick, no doubt. I know you're eager
to sample that slut again, but you'll soon cringe when she walks into a
room. She's a demanding slut. You can't satisfy her, much less her and
Mom. Forget me. You've never satisfied me. By tomorrow, if you can even
look at outside pussy, I'll be impressed."

Faye paused to address the rapidly tiring face fucker, saying, "That's
enough tongue fucking, bitch. Now, eat my cunt guts."

Mark watched the switch, then commented, "Cunt guts, huh? That's
a good name for them. You've certainly lost your inhibitions about showing
what's between your legs."

"Yes, but you can't take any credit for that. Watch this, Mark."

Faye began pissing freely, soaking her mother's face. Mark said, "Jesus
Christ, Faye. You're out of control."

"Suck my piss, you dumb bitch! Do you want to ruin the couch?"

"God damn! Is she actually drinking your piss?"

"As fast as I can deliver it. Ahhh, yes, my own porta pottie."

"Un-fucking real."

"Isn't she marvelous?"

"So, what happens when you tire of playing games with me? Do I
get tossed out like a used tampon?"

"No, silly. I love you. You're my husband. For better or worse,
remember?"

"If you still love me, you sure have a funny way of showing it."

"Mother whore, suck my clit and make me cum." Addressing Mark,
she said, "You of all people should relate. Just because I want to
walk all over you and take advantage of you; use, misuse, and abuse you;
hurt, humiliate, and degrade you, doesn't mean I don't love you. You should
know that. You always loved me when the shoe was on the other foot, right?"

"Well, yeah, butt..."

"No yeahbutts. The only thing that's different is that I wear the
walking boots, now, and you play the part of the doormat. The love is still
there, stronger than ever. I love you much more this way."

"Do you mean that, Faye? Do you still love me?"

"How could you even ask? Kiss me while I cum. Oh, yes. Ummmm!"

They kissed long and passionately as Faye rode out a gut- wrenching
climax muffled by a kiss. When the shudders passed, their kiss tapered
off. Faye sat back to watch the ritual sucking of the slut-slime, saying,
"Lick out all my twat gravy you cunt-sucking whore."

With a warm smile, Faye turned loving eyes to Mark and said, "This
is the life, surrounded by loved ones whose greatest pleasure is to bring
me pleasure. I am so happy, and you're going to make me the happiest of
all, my little cock-sucking, asshole whore. You pussy whip so easy and
so well. You are pussy whipped, aren't you, dear?"

"I suppose. I don't like it, though."

"Who cares. Go see if Daddy wants more ass. See if you can suck
him hard. Beg. If you can get a rise out of him, bring him out here and
show me what a good pussy whipped hubby you can be. You might even earn
twenty bucks, but you'd better be convincing."

"Faye, please!"

"Opps! That just cost you twenty bucks, but you'll learn. Now go."

Mark got up and walked like a condemned man on his way to the gallows.
After he went into the shop, Faye pulled Gwen into her arms and hugged
her, saying, "Oh, Mom, that was so hard for me. Look what I've done
to your pretty face."

Gwen let Faye hold her at arm's length while kneeling between her legs.
She smiled through blood-smeared swollen lips, looking through one cut
eye with the other swollen shut. She smiled and said, "I loved every
second Faye. You were fantastic. Don't change a thing."

"How can you say that? You should see yourself. I feel like a monster.
What's worse is that I took pleasure in doing this to you."

"That's great. I can imagine what I look like. You were superb,
and the way you handled Mark was awe-inspiring, masterful."

"I had a good tutor. So, this is the way you want to live, huh?"

"I love everything except you turning me into the master at night.
Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry, but I want you to have some control. Mark will take
his frustrations out on you otherwise. He could seriously cripple or possibly
kill you. This will help check his aggression. You can always sleep through
your turn, but knowing you have a turn will make Mark think twice before
taking his fists to you."

"I suppose you're right. He really is whipped, isn't he?"

"I think he is. If he comes back in with Dad, he will be. This
was almost too easy."

"He loved getting his ass fucked. His dick grew another inch in
my mouth when your father's dick bottomed out in his bottom. He came twice,
you know?"

"I wasn't sure, but he came longer than he ever did with me. He'll
be back. He'll get Dad hard again, you watch."

"Charlene's going to love her new home with all the toys she has
to play with."

"I know, and I want you two to keep that fucker drained dry."

"That, I can promise. Here they come. What shall I do?"

"Take a seat on the other end of the sofa. Leave a space for Mark
between us. I'll need your assistance."

Mark led Robert into the living room by his erect dick, then stood before
Faye, saying, "How do you want this done, Master?"

"Just for that bit of sarcasm, I want you to lie up-side-down between
me and Mom with your legs up on the back of the sofa. I want your head
hanging off the edge of the cushion."

Mark assumed the position lying on his back. Faye said, "Now bring
your cock over your face. Mom, you take one leg, I'll take the other. Let's
give Dad a good target. Make a wish."

Gwen eagerly assumed her assigned task and together they had Mark spread
wide with his back almost bent double. Mark could see his own asshole with
his dickhead just an inch from his lips. Faye said, "Jack off while
Daddy fucks you. Cum in your mouth, and swallow it all to make room for
the load Daddy's going to shoot up your ass. You be ready as it oozes from
your ass, slides down your dick and balls, then drips into your face. Are
you ready, Dad?"

In answer, Robert stepped up and centered his bulbous head at Mark's
ravaged anal rosebud, now looking like a turkey's ass ready for the stuffing.
Mark took the stuffing with relative ease as he began jacking off. He watched
his own ass getting reamed, their two sets of balls kissing on the in-stroke.

Faye taunted, "You're quite a man, Mark. I'm impressed. I think
Dad could make most men cry, but you take him like you were born to it.
Honestly, I don't know where you're putting all that cock meat. You look
like you want more. I met a man today who can give you all you want, but
his balls are jet black, and they would smother your little white nut sack.
Show me what a good ass whore you are, and I'll set you up with my ebony
stallion."

Mark came several minutes later and took the whole load in his open
mouth. This triggered Robert's climax, only he pulled out to cum all over
Mark's balls. Cum poured down into Mark's face as he tried to catch the
viscous offering.

Faye excitedly shouted, "Go, Mark. Eat up all that yummy sperm,
you faggot. God, how I love this man of mine. He's going to be the best
pet I ever owned. That's right, baby. Mommy's going to keep you for better
or worse till death do us part. Of course, the door mat always wears out
before the boots, but I'm sure you knew that when you married me."

Charlene walked in and cried, "God damnit! I knew you fuckers got
rid of me so you could have all the cocks to yourself, and now I find out
you wasted them on each other. Fucking amateurs! I'm so horny I could fuck
a goat, and the damn goats are fucking each other." She threw down
her purse and stormed off to her bedroom and the dildoe therein, shouting,
"God fucking damnit!"

Everyone laughed, even Mark, though it hurt his ass when he laughed.

Faye took her mother's car to work the following morning with the intention
of doing some serious shopping after servicing the old man. She needed a new
car, new clothes, and dildoes. Stubby and Willie were manning the front
entrance when she arrived, but the traffic precluded a warm sisterly
welcome. Both men lobbied for her to stop out and visit with them in the
security hut behind the plant when their relief came at noon. She said she'd
try.

She walked past the cafeteria without looking in and was whistled to stop
and look. Max was waving her over. She ignored him and kept walking. At the
entrance to the purchasing department, Max caught up with her. "Hey,
sweetbuns, why the cold shoulder? Are you pissed because Greg spanked your
cute fanny?"

Faye turned to address him, saying, "I do not come when molesters call. What
kind of girl do you think I am, anyway."

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Faye. Don't make Greg show you who's
boss. I'm speaking friend to friend, not molester to eager and willing
victim."

"Why, what will he do?"

"There's no telling, but you won't like it unless you're into pain and
humiliation."

"Is he into it?"

"No, but he knows a lot about it. He'd rather not travel that road with you,
so do us all a favor and come when we call."

"Oh, all right. Let me put my things away and I'll join you."

"At a girl. You look great today. Is that a new dress?"

"No, it's another of my sister's. As you can see, it's too small."

"I can see you're braless; are you naked under there?"

"As a baby."

"He'll like that. Don't keep us waiting."

Faye dropped off the new girlie dress her mother made then walked to the
cafeteria, buzzing with the various coffee and donut clicks. Greg and Max
sat alone at their favorite table. Faye took the seat offered her and sat
across from Greg and to the left of Max. "You called, master."

"Fuck you. How did it go last night?"

"I thought it went great. I have my hubby on a short leash."

"Good for you. How'd he like our city jail?"

"He shared a cell with six horny black men. What does that tell you?"

"It tells me he was walking funny."

"Yeah, and I can't say much for his breath, either. So what's in store for
me today--rape, sodomy, sexual assault, harassment, or your everyday,
run-of-the-mill molestation?"

"You look like you can't wait to get started."

"I shaved extra close and wore my invisible underwear."

Greg peered under the table, then raised to say, "Is that any way for a
young lady to sit?"

"It is when she has four of her big brothers she hasn't met yet trying to
look up her dress."

Greg turned to take in the four guards sitting in the booth behind him. He
gave them a smile, then turned back to say, "How many have you met so far?"

"Ten, but who counts."

"How many have you fucked?"

"Five, but who counts."

"Keep count and keep working on them. That's your assignment for the rest of
the week. Get all of your dogs on short leashes. These four look eager to
make your acquaintance."

"Aye aye, sir. Will that be all?"

"For the time being, yes. Now, go get fucked."

"Aye aye, sir."

Faye left and the four guards followed, sniffing her trail. The lead guard
dog caught up with her twenty feet down the wide aisle going through the
production floor to the other side of the plant and the purchasing
department thereon. "Excuse me, Miss Thomas...Faye."

Faye smiled, then turned to meet her next fuck. "Yes. I don't think we've
met. I sure hope you have a kid sister you're very friendly with. You're
cute."

The terribly cute young man had obviously been hand picked for this special
mission. The other three waited just outside the cafeteria to see how he
did. He took his hat off and nervously held it saying, "I do. I am. Ma'am,
me and the other guys I was sittin' with...I'm Trevor, by the way...well, we
was wondering if you'd like to see the security center...I mean, seeing as
none of us has met you yet, and it's real private and all..."

"I'd love to see your security center." She hooked her arm in his and said,
"Lead the way."

Trevor looked over his shoulder and signaled the others with a big boyish
grin. They all came at a trot and took positions with Trevor's antithesis
taking up her other arm. He had to be in his late fifties and made Barney
Fife look like Robocop. He smiled a missing-tooth smile and said, "I'm Gus."

"Hi Gus. I suppose you have a kid sister, too."

"Yup, married her. We got us a whole bunch of younguns."

Trevor made the other introductions. "This here is Too Tall Jones. We named
him after the football player, cause his name is Jones and he's too tall.
He's black, too."

"He sure is. Hi, Too Tall." Too Tall smiled down on Faye with a mouth full
of pearly whites.

"This is Scott Dawson. We call him Scotty. Scotty used to be in the Army
Paratroopers."

Scotty appeared to be in his late twenties, but looked nothing like a
paratrooper unless paratroopers have short legs and weigh over two-hundred
pounds. Scotty tipped his hat and said, "Howdy, Ma'am. He's almost right. I
was in the Rangers. That's a special kind of paratroopers."

"Really, my father was a Ranger in Korea. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."

"Oh, well, I'd like that, but I was part of a secret outfit of the Rangers.
We can't talk about it, even to other Rangers."

Faye figured he'd been a cook in the army, but said, "I understand. Dad told
me about you guys, but he doesn't know much."

The group passed Johnny Clark coming the other way. Faye smiled as they
passed. Once through, Johnny called her over. Faye asked her entourage to
wait while she spoke with her boss. She strode over wearing a smile, and
said, "Good morning, Boss."

"I see you're getting an early start. I heard about your parking lot
escapade. What are you trying to do, take over security? You could do much
better, you know?"

"If you are implying that I'm trying to screw every security guard at this
plant, I resent that."

"I'm sure you do."

"It's true, but I still resent it."

Clark smiled and said, "Bonnie's in today and she was asking for you."

"Tell her I'll see her in...four times ten...let's say forty minutes."

"Make it an hour. If they're headed for the nut hut, there's two more
waiting there."

"All right, an hour."

"That's not why I stopped you, though. We have a salesman coming in today
from R.J. Stevenson. They supply the high-dollar items for the NASA jobs.
This guy is good to us because we're good to him. We save literally
thousands on parts his company supplies us. He has his eye on you, and
Bonnie said she wanted you to take the account. I don't want to put this
bluntly, but can I tell the guy that you'll give him the same service Bonnie
did?"

"Well, I don't want to put this bluntly, but isn't that why I was hired?"

"I don't want to put this bluntly, but--yes."

"Then I'll take care of him. Will that be all?"

"That's all. The file will be waiting on your desk when you're through
winning friends and influencing people."

Faye smiled and returned to her escorts. They had to leave the building and
walk across a fenced-in back lot full of stored equipment and crates to
reach the old trailer that served as a security command post and rest
center. The rickety steps led to the only entryway, and the area reeked of
piss.

The trailer had no plumbing. The stench implied that lazy guards simply
stood in the doorway and relieved themselves. The door opened into the
command center. Inside were two guards watching a bank of twelve monitors
with walkie talkies in various states of repair scattered over the counter.
She'd met one of the two black guards in her car the previous day, but the
other was new to her. They both stood. One smiled the smile of familiarity
while the other smiled the smile of a man who knew her intimately from
second-hand sources.

Faye beamed a big smile and fell into an embrace, saying, "Eugene, I missed
you."

Eugene cupped her ass by reaching under her short skirt, causing a traffic
jam in the doorway as four heads went low. His partner merely bent from the
waist to look between her legs by peering around her hip. While the others
surveyed her cunt guts being molded and yawned by the huge black hands
squeezing her white ass globes, Eugene said, "How's my baby sister? Have you
been fuckin' any bad men since I saw you last?"

"My goodness. Do you always talk to your baby sister this way, and show her
to other men this way?"

"Always, but I only show her to my brothers."

"In that case, I guess it's alright. No, I haven't been fucking any bad men,
but I think I have to start today."

"We're all set up for you. See those top four monitors. That's your office."

"It is, isn't it? My goodness. You won't miss a thing, will you?"

"Nope, we got one in each corner and two can zoom in by remote."

The others had moved in around them, but all heads were dipped low. Faye
moved to lean her hands on the counter and look over the bank of monitors.
Eugene stood at her side after moving the back of her dress up on her hips.
Faye ignored this bold exposure and the five men who gathered behind her on
their knees. Looking at the second row of monitors, Faye said, pointing to
the first on the left, "Isn't that Bonnie's office?"

"Yes, and the one next to it is Johnny Clark's."

It was then she noticed the second from the right on the bottom row. A man
in a suit had a young girl bent over a desk and was screwing her from
behind. She said, "Hey, what's this?"

"That's our morning show. That's Mr. Copeland's office in accounting. She's
new. This is her first time."

>From behind, Gus said, "What, he nailed Tiffany?"

Eugene said, "He's been fucking her for the past ten minutes. She stopped
crying five minutes ago." To Faye he said, "Tiffany just got married.
They're trying to have a baby, so she's not on the pill. Copeland refused to
use a rubber and told her he won't pull out. That's what most of the crying
was about. She thinks she's fertile, now."

"That's rotten. The poor thing. He's dragging this out on purpose."

"Yeah, he's usually pretty quick. He's breaking her in. He has all those
girls in accounting broken in. It's like a harem, and half of them are
pregnant. Those girls only fuck the white collar dicks. You should be here
at lunch time. White collars go into accounting and pick the one they want
for lunch. Clark usually takes two. Lucky bastards."

"How long has this been going on?"

"It was going on when we took over the security contract two years ago."

"I wonder if Mr. Winters knows about this?"

"He knows everything. He has this same setup in his office. You're the only
outsider we've ever let in on this. See this switch under the counter. Watch
the monitors."

When he flipped the switch, every monitor switched to cameras monitoring
every area of the plant as one would expect. Faye said, "Flip it back." He
switched back and Faye looked over the other monitors, trying to figure
where those cameras were. She said, "Whose office is this?"

"Max McGee. That's Greg Stoner's office next to it. On the end is the
favorite place the blue collar types take their babes. It's on the second
floor of the warehouse, way in the back. There's a bedroll stuffed behind
those boxes. The bottom row is mostly more favorite fuck spots."

"You guys really have this place staked-out well, don't you?"

"We did until we took four cameras to put on you."

"I'm flattered."

When Faye stood straight, the heads popped up, and the men stood up. Trevor
said, "Let's move on through to the lounge. That's what we call it. Nobody
but us guards go into the lounge. We consider you one of us, so you get to
go in. I have to warn you, it's not a place for ladies."

Too Tall held the door as they passed through. Faye said, "I feel so
special. Luckily, I'm no lady."

She entered a twelve by twenty room, twice the size if the command center. A
big table with ten chairs stood at one end with two salvaged couches and a
military-style cot at the other centered on a black and white TV sitting
atop a crate. The walls were papered with a montage of slick fuck magazine
cut-outs and centerfolds with Faye's ID picture pasted on many of the
models. Faye paused to appreciate the bizarre gallery.

Any normal girl faced with such vulgar evidence would have felt like a lamb
in a wolves den, then screamed for help or tried to make a run for it. Faye
was not feeling like a normal girl.

She walked around the room studying customized pornography, and the pictures
were like nothing she'd ever seen in the few men's magazines she'd perused.
Most of the models showed spread beavers and most had spewing cocks in the
frame--up asses, in mouths, in cunts, and between huge tits. Cum was a
central theme in all, and real dried semen marred many of the exhibits lower
down on the wall. Every perversion known was displayed or altered by crude
drawings or paste-work cut-outs, giving her a rough idea what her big
brothers were into.

The brothers watched her as she perused one wall and started on another.
They remained silent, looking for signs from Faye, not sure how she would
take it. Faye figured they had a big debate over redecorating, and the
let-her-see-us-as-we-are set won the debate.

She paused at a most provocative picture of a young model, laid out on her
back with her legs bound wide apart. A little girl's face was pasted to the
model, and a horse stood pasted over the created child. Someone had drawn a
monster cock emerging from the horse's loins, going into the cunt and
spewing jets of cum out in all directions from her cunt, ass, ears, nose,
and mouth. Faye ran her fingers over the picture before moving on to one of
her likeness getting fucked by a big dog.

This time, the depicted action was real. The dog and woman were connected at
the genitals. Only her ID picture was an add-on. Faye studied the bestial
connection, the first she'd ever seen. The woman was on her hands and knees
with the shot taken from the left rear looking up the side of her body,
capturing the bright red cock enveloped in pink pussy. Her face was pasted
so as to appear she was looking back with a smile. The smiling look did not
fit the action, as there was no passion reflected in the ID photograph. Faye
placed her hand on the photo and said, "You guys need some better pictures
of me. If this were happening to me, I'd have a totally different look on my
face."

This statement took the tension from the room. Several guys let out nervous
laughs. Gus said, "I did that. I could have done better, but that picture
was all I had to work with."

"You like that bestial action, huh? I'll bet you stay glued to Max's monitor
when he takes Brenda in."

"I've never missed one in two years. They put on a show every week on
payday, or just about. Be here Friday at three, but it's standing room only
in the control center."

Eugene said, "Not for her. She'll get your seat."

Faye said, "Thanks, but I may be in the room with them. If I don't get the
invitation, I'll be here. Would it be possible to bring Marge in here to
watch? Brenda is her daughter, you know?"

Eugene said, "We know. We'd have to have a meeting about that. As close as
she is to the old man, she might already know about our set-up, but she
might go berzerk when she sees what her daughter goes through. I can't
imagine a mother watching that show without freaking out."

"Why, is Brenda being forced?"

"She sure as hell don't like performing for an audience. The office is
usually packed with white collars and accounting cunts. Brenda is a shy
girl, and Max puts her through the wringer. It's a filthy act that includes
a sexy strip with masturbation. She has to suck the dog, then fuck him, then
she licks his dick when he's done. She usually sucks him hard again and
takes him up the ass. It's a hell of a show. The girl likes the fucking, but
she hates putting on a show. Marge will shit if she sees it."

"Somehow, I have got to be in that room. Trust me, Marge won't freak, and
she's cool. She knows what they're doing with her daughter, and she is dying
of curiosity to see for herself. I'll bet she gets so horny from watching,
she fucks every guy here. Discuss that at your meeting."

"That will make a difference. She ain't bad for an old bitch. If you can
guarantee she'll put out to everyone; I can guarantee her the best seat in
the house."

"I'll just make that a condition. If she wants to see her little girl in
action that badly, I'm sure she'll agree." Faye moved on to a collage she
thought of as pedophile corner where little girls faces adorned every model.
The section was a mess of dried semen. Faye said, "Whose art work is this?"

Eugene said, "That's Dan, Perry, and Sam's area. You blew Dan yesterday, but
I don't think you met Sam or Perry, yet. They like the young stuff. We call
'em short eyes."

"I can see why, and I did meet Sam."

She moved to the third wall and saw more bondage, golden shower, and S&M
themes. The last wall was mostly dedicated to her. After going over each
one, she addressed the six men saying, "Well, I can see I'm not in a cub
scout den. This place reeks of testosterone. I thought you guys were taking
advantage of me by the way you kiss your kid sisters, but after looking over
these walls, I can see you weren't. You guys are all nasty."

Cute Trevor said, "You're not going to hold that against us, are you?"

Faye came up to Trevor and placed a hand against his cheek, saying, "No, of
course not. Boys will be boys, and men will be men. I'm just glad my big
brothers aren't a bunch of pansies. I'd hardly feel protected and secure if
you had pictures of leather-clad male models in here."

Too Tall said, "There ain't no faggots on the task force."

Gus added, "That's right, if a guy ain't into pussy, we run his ass off."

Faye moved to stand centered on the group and said, "Okay, guys. I can see I
won't be getting out of here with pecks on the cheek. If you guys are
anything like the others I've met, I'll be lucky to get out of here with my
clothes. I told Willie I'd let each of you treat me the way you treat your
kid sisters. That was a big mistake, but I said I would and I will. I have
to take your word for it, and I know some of you are lying. I understand,
but we have to set limits. If I get gang banged every time I come out here,
I'll stop coming out."

Scotty said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Faye. We
all agreed to that, but it wouldn't be fair to the rest of us if some got to
greet you they way you agreed and some don't."

"I understand. All I'm saying is, don't expect me to behave like your kid
sister every time we meet. For one thing, there's just too many of you. Now,
as to the limits, I think five minutes apiece should be more than fair. If
you can't greet me the way you do with your sister in five minutes, that's
too bad. If you have an orgasm before your time is up, your time ends. Can
we agree on that?"

They all nodded eagerly. Faye said, "That's the only limit I'll impose, and
I want Eugene to keep the time. Now, who's first?"

Too Tall said, "We drew numbers in the cafeteria. Since Bubba wasn't there,
he can go last."

Bubba said, "Fuck you, mutha fucka! I'll go first; you and your
needle-dicked white boys can line up by the numbers after I finish."

Faye interjected, "No fighting. Bubba, if I give you an extra five minutes,
will you agree to go last?"

"How bout an extra ten? My sister's a fuckin' ho, and I don't cum easy."

Faye smiled a devilish smile and said, "All right, then, you get fifteen
minutes. Now, whose first?"

Too Tall stepped forward and said, "I am, and my sister always strips naked
and sucks my dick when we meet."

"Why that nasty little whore." Faye reached for the hem of her dress,
saying, "Start his time, Eugene." She whipped off the dress and stood naked
in her heels, saying, "Do you want the heels on or off?"

Five mouths hung open as the tall, thin, black man said, "Leave the fuckers
on."

Faye came up and knelt before Too Tall. She dropped his pants after he
removed the gun belt. He wore no underwear, so she took his cock in her
mouth and sucked. Too Tall wasn't Too Long, not for his size and color. She
expected a monster cock, but found eight inches of slender cock over small
balls. Her tongue swam in semen after less than one minute. Faye swallowed
his meager offering and said, "Who's next?"

Gus stepped up with no pants on and told her to get on all fours. He mounted
her and immediately exclaimed, "God damn, a fuckin' squeeze box. Mother
fucker!" He also came in under a minute.

Scotty stripped naked and screwed her on the table while she laid on her
stomach with her feet on the floor. He lasted three minutes. Trevor led her
to the couch. They made out for three minutes before she straddled his
slender hips and milked him to a spend in thirty seconds.

Bubba, stark naked and sporting a foot-long dong, uniformly thick with just
a slightly larger head, lifted her and carried her to the table. He laid her
out with the others gathered around, then slid his cock half-way into her
cunt. She was in the perfect position to try milking him, but she didn't
want to hurry him. She laid perfectly still and used no vaginal muscles as
she grew accustomed to his size, taking him fully after a few minutes of
gentle fucking.

Gus snapped pictures throughout the session, but saved most for Bubba's
turn. He poked the lens in from every angle, even getting under to shoot
between Bubba's legs with his huge black balls draped on the lens. After ten
minutes, Faye began bringing her new-found vaginal muscles into play,
keeping Bubba at the brink. She'd never felt anything like it and knew she
had a strong penchant for big dicks. Her father held the record until Bubba
pushed three fourths of his cock inside.

With a minute left, she said, "Bubba, would you hold perfectly still and let
me finish you by myself? I'll give you all the time it takes."

Bubba said, "Sho nuff."

Faye pulled her knees back and pressed down to expose her pussy- stuffed by
black cock. She had three quarters inside when she began her sucking
technique. Eugene cried out, "Mutha fucker! Look at that cunt suck that
nigger's dick. God damn, why didn't you do that for me yesterday?"

"You came too fast. Watch the time. I'm going to make him cum right at the
fifteen minute mark. Count down from ten seconds."

While Gus snapped pictures, Eugene watched the watch and the action
alternately. Bubba was trying his hardest to stall, but the pussy was doing
its job too well. He appeared to be counting backward as Eugene began the
countdown. Faye redoubled her efforts and added pelvic humps to work her
sucking cunt the full length of Bubba's shaft. At three seconds and
counting, Bubba cried, "God damnit! The bitch makin' me cum!."

The bitch did, indeed, make him cum. Sperm squeezed past the sucking lips of
her stuffed pussy even as he was shooting. Faye was up on her elbows
watching with the others as the cum squirted out all around the slick black
shaft. She could feel the sperm shooting deep in her vagina. Each hard spurt
sent a pulsing jerk up the shaft. Half-way through his orgasm, Faye had her
orgasm. Cum flew everywhere when she began humping the entire cock with her
cunt full of semen. Afterward, she fell back, still impaled on the mighty
black truncheon.

Trevor said, "Man, I'm glad I didn't have to follow that act."

Scotty said, "Shit, we had a guy in the Rangers had a dick twice that big."

Bubba said, "Fuck you, Scotty. You ain't never seen a dick this big in your
motha fuckin' life. It just looked bigger because you had the head in your
fuckin' mouth."

"Yeah, a lot you know. No Ranger ever sucked anybody's dick."

"You ain't no Ranger, pig fucker."

Faye struggled to her elbows to stop the bickering. Before Faye uttered a
word, Bubba pulled out, grabbed Scotty by the back of the head, and shoved
his face in the messy twat. Faye decided to remain quiet as Bubba said, "Eat
my fuck, you lying little faggot."

Scotty struggled like a bug on a pin as Faye caught Bubba's eye. Bubba said,
"Every time I pull my dick out to piss, this weasel- fuck's eyes bug out of
his head. The fucker wants to suck my dick, but he ain't got the balls to
ask."

Faye smiled and toyed with a lock of Scotty's hair as she stared into his
bugged-out eyes peering at her over the mound. She said, "You'd suck on his
dick if I asked, wouldn't you?" His eyes said, "No" as Faye added, "I don't
like queers, but I think it's terribly manly for a straight man to suck
another straight man's cock for him. I think it shows how secure a man is in
his manhood if he can do that. I saw my father suck a man's dick once, and
he's a Ranger. He said all Rangers suck dick to prove their manhood. Are you
sure you were a Ranger?"

Bubba smiled knowingly at Faye, then released Scotty to let him speak.
Scotty stood and wiped his face on his sleeve, then said, "We did it too,
but these guys are all paranoid about queers. It's not something they'd
understand. They're all insecure, especially Bubba." He looked to Bubba and
said, "Asshole!"

"You want more, weasel dick?"

Faye said, "Boys, don't fight in front of me. Bubba, I want you to let
Scotty suck your dick. Scotty, I don't think you need to worry about these
guys thinking you're a queer. You already proved you're not. No queer could
fuck a girl the way you did. Now prove you really were a Ranger."

"I don't know, Faye."

"For me?"

"Well...I suppose, but you ask him."

"Bubba, can Scotty suck your dick for me?"

Bubba faced Scotty with his hanging wet dick jutted out, saying, "Sure he
can suck it, but he has to lick you clean, first. If he does that, I'll
believe he was a Ranger."

"Show them, Scotty. Lick me clean while I fuck Eugene. He's been a good time
keeper. He needs to cum, too."

"I'll do it for you, Faye, but no pictures."

Eugene dropped his pants and laid down where Faye had been. Faye straddled
his loins in a squat facing his knees. She impaled herself on his ten-inch
dick, then leaned back supported on her straight arms in a crab walk
position. Scotty began by licking her legs as the others stood behind him
trying to hold in their snickers. Faye used her pussy to suck the end of
Eugene's dick, keeping most of the shaft in Scotty's view as he advanced up
each leg, licking the sperm alternately, zeroing-in on the cock.

When he arrived at the crotch, sperm from Faye's pussy completely soaked the
shaft and balls. Scotty hesitated only a second before licking the balls.
The snickers were audible, and made Scotty pause to say, "Make those
assholes be quiet, Faye. I told you they wouldn't understand."

Faye said, "Come on, guys. Behave yourselves. That's it, Scotty. Lick his
balls good then start on his dick. You're really turning me on."

After Scotty cleaned the dick, Faye sank her cunt down the shaft to re-coat
his dick with fuck. Scotty licked vigorously each time she withdrew to the
head. Faye watched and said, "You are a true Ranger; there's no doubt about
that. When he cums, pull his dick out and suck it. I want to see you suck a
shooting dick. He's almost there. I can feel him getting bigger. Get
ready...Now!"

Faye lifted off and Scotty captured the freed head in his mouth just as the
first jet shot out and draped his nose with a strand of cum. Gus took
pictures as Scotty nursed the rest. Faye sat on Eugene's lower abdomen to
watch, shouting, "That's it, Scotty, suck that cock, Ranger. Suck and
swallow. Suck his big, black balls dry."

Eugene cried, "Suck that black dick, mother fucker. You suck dick better
than my sister."

Bubba said, "Da way dat white boy suck a nigger dick, he gotta be a Ranger.
Too Tall, stick yo dick in dat white boy ass and see if he be a top secret
Ranger."

Scotty jumped back covering his ass, saying, "Nobody fucks a Ranger in the
ass except another Ranger."

Everyone busted up laughing. Faye stepped down and slipped her dress on. She
addressed the men, saying, "Thanks for the tour, guys, but remember what I
said. From now on, I'll decide when, where, and if. Don't worry. I'm not a
prude, and I do get horny a great deal. I just want to be the one to say
when."

Trevor said, "You got it, Faye. The brotherhood stands behind you."

Gus added, "Yeah, with our dicks in our hands."

After another round of laughter, Faye brought Scotty before Bubba and told
him to kneel. Scotty knelt. Faye guided the big, black, semi-rigid dick to
his lips saying, "Suck him until he cums. I want you to help me take care of
my boys from now on, Scotty. Will you suck my boys when they need sucking?"

Scotty nodded with a mouthful of hardening dick. "Good. I feel better
knowing they'll be taken care of. Don't disappoint me, and don't let down
the Rangers." Faye gave every man a smile, then departed.

* * *

Faye made her way straight for Bonnie's office, but no one answered the
knock. A voice from behind said, "Looking for me?"

Faye spun around to face Bonnie, saying, "Shit, you startled me. I was told
you wanted to see me."

Bonnie led the way into her office and sat behind her desk. Faye took a seat
on the couch with a profile view of her friend. She looked for the camera,
knowing to look over the foot of the couch. Even though she knew right where
to look, she couldn't spot the location. The multi-holed acoustic tiles were
perfect camouflage for a tiny camera lens. Bonnie said, "What are you
looking at?"

"Don't look, but there's a camera up there somewhere. I saw your office on a
monitor in the security shack. My office has four cameras."

"Is that so? Why those sneaky little fucks. Was there sound, too?"

"Only mine and Max's are wired forsound, but most of the offices and places
to fuck are rigged. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"I'm glad you told me. I need more excitement in my fucking. So, how did it
go with Mark? I see you're not sporting anymore injuries."

"It went perfect. Mark is totally pussy whipped. I watched Dad fuck him in
the ass. This morning, he licked the fuck out of me, literally."

"I'm impressed. I didn't think you could do it without my help."

"I couldn't have done it without your advice. I drew on everything you told
me, and it worked like a charm. I just screwed six guys, and I screwed five
yesterday. Where were you, by the way?"

"I decided to lay low for a day and let you and Greg sort things out. How
did that go?"

"We sorted things out. I can't quit, now. If I do, he'll have you have me
tattooed. I'm stuck here, because I know you'll do it."

"I will, and don't you ever forget that."

"Tell me about Marge and Brenda."

"So, Marge has been talking to you, huh? I figured she would. If you think
you can save Brenda, forget it. I love you, but I worked too hard to get
that woman's kid. I'll keep her as long as I have that bitch mother of hers
trying to get rid of me."

"I told Marge I wouldn't help. In fact, I told her I wanted her daughter to
remain a bitch, a real bitch."

"No shit. Why you kinky little shit. What on earth would possess you to tell
her mother that?"

"Marge ate my pussy, before and after I saw the old man. She's nuts about
me. I felt like I could say or do anything, and she'd take it."

"So, the bitch is bi after all. I'm never wrong, but she had me worried.
This is terrific news."

"Yeah, I told her I wanted to see her acting like a good sport about losing
her daughter to you guys."

"How did she take that?"

"She said she would if that would please me. She said she'd be friendly from
now on."

"I'll believe that when I see it. If she does, she has it bad for you. This
will give me two strong avenues through which to control her. She's been a
thorn in my side for years."

"I'd like her to watch Brenda with the dog. She's thinking it over, but I
feel sure she wants to watch. She promised me an answer this morning."

"She'll watch. Oh, this is marvelous. I can't wait to tell the guys.
Friday's show will be the best ever."

"Bonnie, can I be there? I'm dying to see a good doggie fuck show."

"You'll be there, don't worry."

"I'd like Marge to watch the show from the monitor in the guard shack.
She'll be the only woman with twenty or so horny guards."

"Hey, it's fine by me, and I think it's a great idea. If she wants to watch,
that's where she'll watch."

"What's the deal with Brenda? Why is she still here? The guys say she
doesn't like being a bitch."

"She doesn't like the tattoo more. I told her if she ever quit or shied away
from a performance, I'd plaster tattoos all over her body. She knows I can
do it, or have it done."

"You're holding her in virtual slavery, then?"

"In a way, yes. One day a week anyway. That's all she can handle without
going off the deep end. I'd let her go free it even that got too much for
her. I'm not an ogre, Faye."

"Are you ever going to let her go?"

"Sure, when I feel safe and secure. I like this job. With you on my side, I
could set her free at any time. By the way, how did the session go
yesterday?"

"It went perfect. I wore a little girlie dress, and he damn near raped me.
He came all over me."

"That is perfect. He loved the shave, didn't he?"

"He went nuts when he saw my bare cunt. You're safe and secure, but don't
set Brenda free yet. I want to have some fun with her and Marge. I'm also
trying to get Marge to let Brenda watch us together. I want to get them
together sexually. I want to do for them what you did for me and my mom."

"A mother/daughter/doggie show; I'm all for that. If Marge is bisexual,
she'd have to have the hots for her kid. Brenda is a living doll. Have you
seen her?"

"No. I'm looking forward to meeting her. I'm dying to see her tattoo."

"She's a Valerie Bertanelli look-alike: Long, wavy, brunette hair; big,
almond eyes; and full lips. She's even built like her--small tits but a fine
ass with legs that are out of this world. When she spreads those gorgeous
gams for that mutt of Max's, I could cum."

"Spreads her legs? Doesn't she get on all fours?"

"Fuck no. Max had a special padded bench made. She lies on it, face up, and
takes him missionary fashion. That girl's cunt was made for dog cock. She
has a small cunt with full definition. When the pointy tip of that dog's
cock reaches the hole, that cunt of hers seems to blossom and gobble it all
in. That tight cunt of hers creates so much suction, it looks like her pussy
is fighting to hang on each time he withdraws."

"Wow, I never thought of doing it that way, but that would show everything,
wouldn't it?"

"Yes, and I trained Chesty myself. He stands with his front paws on her
chest. You don't miss a stroke that way. Brenda keeps her cunt shaved and
spreads wide for the fuck. Wait till you see that mutt fuck. It's a riot."

"I heard he wears a uniform, hat and all."

"Yeah, and the look that dog gets on his face as he's about to get his nut,
that hat floppin', those big jowls slobbering all over her, and a look on
his dumb mug that says, 'Oh lord, I'm a- cummin'!'"

"You make it sound like a comedy routine."

"It almost is. If it weren't so fucking erotic, the room would be in
stitches."

"How many watch?"

"I'd say between twenty and thirty. We try to keep it under two dozen,
otherwise some have a hard time seeing if the room gets too crowded. Max
clears the office of all furnishings on dog day, that's payday, and only the
bench sits in the center of the room waiting for the performers. We all get
around in a circle--women up front; men in back. You'll take every dick up
your ass, so expect it. The men move around the circle, sampling each ass.
We call it a circle fuck. It's actually a circle butt-fuck."

"They don't sample the pussies?"

"Hell no. Half of those dipshits would pull out of one girl's ass and then
stick it in her neighbor's cunt. We women made them chose one hole or the
other. They chose ass mostly because of me. I could make them all cum when
they got to me. The object is to hold out to the end and cum all over
Brenda. We girls wash the cum off with piss. That's our grand finale."

"I can't wait to see this show. I heard it was fantastic."

"You'll be staring in one very soon."

"I was afraid of that. Are you sure?"

"What's rule number one?"

"Bonnie's always right....The other night you said you had tried species, as
in more than just dogs."

"Honey, I'll fuck anything with a dick."

"What species have you tried?"

"Let's see. Dogs, of course. I've had horses, goats, a ram, a pig, several
llamas. Llamas are very good, by the way. Eels-- you have to try
eels--lamprey eels."

"How can you do it with an eel?"

"You fuck the whole thing. Actually, you squat in a tank full of eels with
eel food injected deep in your twat. The eels slither in and out to get the
food. It's a fucking trip, Faye."

"Good lord, where do you find live eels?"

"Beats me. Better yet, where do you buy eel food? If you want to try it,
we'll drive out to this guy's house. He's a big-time swinger. He keeps them
to entertain at parties. That's where I tried it."

"What else have you screwed?"

"Shit! How could I forget? I fucked a tiger--a real, fully- grown Bengal
tiger."

"You fucked a tiger?"

"Once. Tigers are too quick to enjoy, but what a rush. I pissed when that
fucker put my head in his mouth as he entered me."

"I'd shit. Were you drunk?"

"No, but I was shit-faced right after."

"Anything else?"

"I jerked off an elephant. Does that count?"

"An elephant. Where did you find an elephant?"

"At a carnival. Carnies are some freakie people to party with."

"Tell me about the elephant."

"He had a dick bigger than your leg and all muscle. Elephants can move their
dicks almost like they do their trunk. I guess that comes in handy for
trying to blindly find the hole. The carnies greased me up. I grabbed hold
of that flesh log, wrapped my arms and legs around it, then held on for dear
life. I jacked him off using my whole body. I had my tongue inside the hole
at the tip. The fucker almost drowned me when he came. I never saw so much
cum, or drank so much."

"You're something else, Bonnie. You've really been around, haven't you?"

"I have, but now, so will you. You're on my path. I never set out to screw
any animal, but opportunities presented themselves along the way, and I
never pass up the opportunity to try something new. I'll try anything twice,
except tigers."

"What are dogs like? You've peeked my curiosity."

"Not bad if they slow down. You can train a dog to give you a good long
fuck, but street mutts just hammer it to you, and it's over in less than a
minute. Don't fuck stray dogs. Dogs swell inside you and if they get in your
ass, you can get locked up with the mutt. That's so embarrassing, being
hung-up with a mangy mongrel."

Faye smilingly said, "I'll try to remember that."

"Chesty's damn good; but like I said, I trained him myself. He's got a nice
big dick and he fucks slow in long strokes. He's usually good for three
fucks at a session. Each one lasts roughly ten minutes with the last going
as long as twenty. The sessions with Brenda usually take an hour, because
she does a lot of sucking and licking between fucks."

"Marge will shit if she sees her daughter sucking on the dog's dick. I don't
think she's expecting that."

"Knowing Marge, she thinks Brenda is taking the dog as bitches do. Marge is
not very worldly, but she should know us better than that. She should know
we'd come up with something special for her darling daughter. She knows
we're doing something bizarre with Brenda; she just can't imagine bizarre
sex with a dog. Curiosity must be driving her crazy."

"I got that impression. Do you think she'll freak out?"

"I hope she does. There's not a damn thing she can do about it. She freaked
out when she saw the tattoo. She freaked out when she heard we were breeding
her daughter to Max's bulldog. She freaked when she heard we were bringing
in groups to watch."

"What does she do when she freaks?"

"She used to rant and rave, make threats, and curse a great deal. She
freaked out six months ago when she saw Brenda before a show. At noon on
Fridays, Brenda has to put on her costume--a low-cut halter top that shows
her tattoo and most of her titties. The halter goes with her mini skirt and
high heels. She also wears a matching studded dog collar and sits at the
shipping/receiving desk chained to the wall. We take no deliveries after
noon, so we put her on display. A steady stream of lookie loos from the
production floor find a reason to go to the shipping and receiving area
between noon and three. The show is at three."

"What did Marge do?"

"She freaked and ran back to her office. Who knows what she did there, but
she knew better than to give us any shit. We'd make her little girl work
naked in a dog collar and heels. I love fucking with that woman. You did
real good yesterday--real good."

"I know what you mean by liking to fuck with her head. I did just a little,
but I want to do more. I'll do a much better job after she sees what's going
on in there. Can you picture Marge in a circle fuck taking pictures of her
daughter sucking off the dog. That's what I suggested she do--take pictures
to show her husband."

"Just don't push too hard. You haven't developed your sense of what various
people can take."

"I get the feeling you have that sense finely honed."

"It's the secret to always being right. I push people way past what they
thought they could take, but I never push a person over the edge. Well, I
haven't since I left my teens. I fucked up real badly when I was eighteen. A
close girl friend ended up committing suicide."

"Oh, that's awful."

"It was. I learned my lesson."

"Aren't you afraid Brenda or Marge might take that ultimate escape?"

"No. I've seen no sign of that, but I'm not watching Marge. You are."

"What do I look for?"

"Deep anxiety and stress--chain smoking and excessive drinking, chronic
illness and fatigue. A person over the edge goes into deep depression before
taking the plunge. They get very quiet and go along with everything. They
have no fight, no spunk, and generally, they just don't give a fuck."

"Marge is nothing like that, but I'll keep those things in mind. Does Brenda
show any of those signs?"

"From time to time, she does. When I see her stressing out, we give her a
rest. Brenda has never adjusted to the exposure or humiliation. Every time
is like the first time with her, and showing her tattoo fills her with shame
and embarrassment. It kills her to stuff that doggie dick up her cunt, and
sucking it puts her into a catatonic state."

"The poor thing. Now you've got me feeling sorry for her."

"Don't. If she didn't want to be here, deep down, she could run away. She's
been cast out by her family. She lives with a bunch of freaks. There's
nothing keeping her here except her desire to be used, misused, and abused.
She hates it, and she loves it. She hates the shows, especially; but she's
hooked on those, too. It's very much like an addiction. She hates the
addiction, but must have her fix. If she misses a show because the stress is
too intense, she goes out of her way to show me she's okay for the next one.
She reminds me of a bitch in heat when she gets like that. She's in that
mode right now. She missed her screwing last Friday. I would have released
her months ago, but I couldn't afford to. I could, now, I suppose."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Don't worry. I'm not inclined to until this thing with Marge plays out. If
I have my way, Marge will take her daughter's place after she learns the
ropes as part of a mother/daughter team."

"I like that idea, and I think it might work. Will Brenda ever be able to
kick this if you release her?"

"If she met the right man and fell in love. Love conquers all, but she's not
looking for love. As far as I know, she's never dated since receiving the
tattoo. Right now, she sees herself as a bitch. She's content, but her
lifestyle causes her a great deal of stress, anxiety, humiliation, and
embarrassment. I have to watch her closely, and I do. She's at the point,
now, where she could use some help, or at least some company."

"That's good. I'd like to help and give her company. She should be living at
home in a loving environment."

"That's exactly what she needs. You know, for a minute there, you had me
worried. I thought you had a sadistic streak. I was afraid I'd have to humor
you and put Brenda through some deep shit. She couldn't handle that at this
point. You're a nasty little shit, but a good kid at heart. That's what I
love about you."

"Well, I might just have a sadistic streak after all--a little one, but it's
there. We need to talk about my mother."

"I thought so. What happened?"

"She confessed that she's a die-hard masochist and has been all her life."

"I suspected. So beat the crap out of her; she'll love it."

"I did, and I loved it too. I beat her up pretty badly--cut lip, bloody
nose, black eyes, the works. Mark said she looked like she went a few rounds
with Mike Tyson."

"You can't hurt a die-hard masochist enough to suit them. She'd probably
love to live in a torture chamber."

"She would, but what bothers me is how I became sexually aroused by blood
that I drew. I love my mother, Bonnie. I love her more than anyone or
anything. Am I crazy? Am I a closet sadist?"

"Hell no. We all have a streak of sadism in us. Loved ones are best at
bringing it to the surface. You just proved you're human, but you can become
inhuman if you don't rein this in. If you go down that road, it gets damn
steep and more slippery the further you go down."

"I can see that, and I've gone as far as I want to go. She wants me to
set-up a month-long abduction by the Hell's Angels. She wants to be tortured
and tattooed from head to foot with shithouse graffiti, even on her face."

"I can arrange that, but you need to try and talk her out of it."

"I know, but how? It's her favorite fantasy. She's begging for it."

"If she wants it that badly, you probably won't be able to talk her out of
it. Now that she's out of the closet, she'll act on this fantasy if you
don't. She'll start writing to convicts about to be paroled, guys who were
sent up for sex crimes. She'll be playing a very deadly game trying to work
out something with extremely sick people. You might want to handle this
yourself. At least, we can get her back in one piece and breathing."

"Can you guarantee that?"

"Yes, for a price. We're talking ten grand--five for the abduction, and
another five if she comes back whole and lucid. The people I deal with do
this for money, but they're not Hell's Angels. You've been talking to Greg."

"Are they a biker gang?"

"They can be anything you want. There's five of them--two couples in their
forties and a son in his twenties. I've only had one tattooing, but I've had
several people abducted and fucked with. So far, they've given me exactly
what I paid for. Do you have ten grand?"

"Greg offered to pay for the abduction, and he was prepared to offer
twenty-five grand to insure her safe return, untouched except for one
tattoo. I'm sure he'd go for this less expensive route."

"Not if he knows she's going to get fucked over. Greg won't go for that
shit. Don't even discuss it with him."

"Good for Greg. I'll get the extra five grand."

"No, I'll tell Greg I only need five extra to insure her safe return. When
she returns fucked up, I'll say I misjudged."

"I told him I'd hate him for the rest of his life if this went wrong."

"So, you're a woman. Changing your mind is a woman's prerogative. He'll put
the blame on me; You can blame me, too. I'll fuck you both, and we'll all be
friends again."

"It's that easy, huh?"

"It always has been. Without my pussy, I'd be friendless."

"Okay, let's do it that way. Go ahead and set it up. Just keep me in the
dark. When she disappears, I want to look genuinely stunned. When she
returns, I'll cry with Daddy, and give Greg hell."

"Consider it done. Write down her habits, where she goes and when. I'll need
her car type and license plate. And I'll need a current picture. You have
two days to change your mind. After I pay the money, I'll be out of contact
with them."

"I'll get that stuff to you, but I'm not going to think about it anymore. I
find it depressing. Now, what's the story on Copeland. I watched him screw a
new girl in his office. She looked terribly frightened. We are talking some
serious sexual harassment here."

"Do you know her name?"

"Tiffany, I believe."

"A short cropped blond, skinny, wears glasses."

"If she wears glasses, she doesn't wear them to fuck, but that's her. She
told Copeland she was fertile, that she and her newlywed husband were trying
to have a baby. She begged him to pull out or wear a condom. He refused. I
thought that sucked. My heart went out to that poor girl. She was so
frightened, so vulnerable, and so sad. That Mr. Copeland is such an asshole.
He must be a sadist to do to her what he did. You could see he was taking
great pleasure in raping this poor girl. She told him she was ovulating, and
the bastard dragged it out."

"The poor thing."

"Yes. I watched him cum in her pussy before I went into another room to
screw those six guards. When I came out, thirty minutes later, Copeland
still had his dick in her, making her soak in his sperm. She was in tears,
lying on her back with her legs pinned back by her ears."

"The bastard."

"Can't we do something about this situation?"

"Like what, file a sexual harassment charge against him on her behalf."

"We could talk to her and get her to do it. She has rights that are
enforceable, even here. I proved that."

"Sure, but why? She's a dumb cunt. All of those Barbie dolls in accounting
are dumb cunts. Bearing another man's bastard is a dumb cunt's lot in life.
Being used by men is their lot in life; they accept their lot. Why fuck up
the natural order of things."

"Are you really that callous?"

"When it comes to dumb cunts, I am. I really don't give a flying fuck what
happens to them, and neither should you. Tiffany is a dumb cunt from head to
toe. I was there when they interviewed her. I recommended her for
accounting. That's where I send all good-looking dumb cunts. Accounting is
the stable. That's where you were headed before I nixed the idea."

"I don't remember you being there."

"I was behind the one-way mirror where I always am when they interview
women. They trust my judgement. Since I started doing this five years ago,
nothing has gone wrong. Every bitch I send to accounting has worked out
perfectly, and no bitch gets hired here if she might be the type to cause
trouble. I am the bitch screen. They thought I fucked up when you started
filing charges, but they're all eating crow, now."

"So, all the girls in accounting are dumb cunts, and they're all getting
screwed over?"

"Yes, and they all take it like dumb cunts. That's the beauty of the system.
I don't send a girl in there unless I know she'll take the abuse and keep
coming back for more. It's a freebie whore house is what it is. Any
management stud can walk in there and take his pick. Half of those girls are
pregnant with bastards. The other half just delivered a bastard or are about
to conceive their first."

"If I were placed in that environment, I'd get on the pill and stay on."

"And the first time you failed a polygraph, you'd be out on the production
floor, or out the main door, pink slip in hand."

"Are you telling me they have to remain fertile?"

"To work in accounting and receive twice the scale they do. The fee I charge
for my service is a requirement that those dumb cunts in the stable must
remain barefoot and pregnant. Copeland was stepping all over his dick before
I set up a system that works every time. They gladly pay my fee."

"Do those women know they're breeding stock in a stable?"

"They catch on quickly. Dumb cunts like being barefoot and pregnant. Being
barefoot and pregnant with a bastard in their womb makes them giddy."

"They work barefoot?"

"Barefoot and barecunt, every last one. There were twenty-two last time I
counted. If you go to accounting and peer over the counter, you'll see. They
can wear shoes out of the accounting section, but not in. I threw that in
for the old buzzard. He likes to take strolls through accounting and take a
beaver inventory. Periodically, he locks the door and has them strip, then
line up against the wall by due date."

"Jesus! How humiliating?"

"It sure is, but it's fun to watch. Mathews from security is there with a
polygraph. Any unpregnant female that's been on long enough to get knocked
up has to undergo a thorough grilling while wired up."

"In front of the others?"

"Yes, and about a dozen observers from management. I've seen bitches brought
to tears with embarrassment. If it turns out they've been cheating, they get
transferred out; sometimes, they get fired."

"Those poor girls must feel like they're in a zoo."

"They're dumb cunts, so stop feeling sorry for them. They're a happy bunch
of dumb cunts, at that. They're happy until their hubbies catch on and pull
the plug on their dumb cunt careers. Our turn-over is rather high. We're
usually good for one pregnancy, two tops. One girl has been there for six
years, a record. In that time, she has delivered eight bastards and gone
through three husbands. She just delivered number eight and she's back for
another."

"Tiffany wasn't happy."

"They all start off that way. The whining and crying usually stops when
their periods stop. Dumb cunts are good at resigning themselves to their lot
in life. Did you see Tiffany put up any kind of struggle after she was told
he'd be shooting fertile sperm into her fertile womb."

"Well, no, not actually. She just took it."

"Doesn't that strike you as a bit odd? Forget the fact that she was
committing adultery. She was involved in the act of conceiving another man's
child. She knew that when his gun went off, she'd be making a bastard to
bring home to her sweetie pie, honey-dumpling, lover duck. She knew that
before he put his dick her. Wouldn't you expect a struggle against an
unarmed runt like Copeland?"

"Yes, but maybe she needs this job."

"Hey, no job is worth that. These girls came here ready to hire on at
minimum wage. Minimum wage jobs are a dime a dozen. Any one of those girls
could leave here today and be working tonight someplace else."

"Yes, but they're making good money here."

"Okay, suppose Tiffany were offered the extra money to be a whore and
conceive a child by another man, say Mr. Copeland. I suppose you would
expect her to take the offer."

"No, of course not."

"What the fuck is the difference? Tiffany has only been here long enough to
earn one-hundred dollars more than she would have at Burger King. When she
took the fuck, she sold her ass for a hundred bucks extra a week, and threw
in the womb as a bonus."

"I guess she did, didn't she? I don't get it. Why would she do that?"

"Because, she's a dumb cunt. She knows she's a dumb cunt. She's used to
getting fucked over by men. She knows she'll be fucked over at Burger King.
She took Copeland's sperm and thought, 'Maybe hubby won't notice the baby
looks nothing like him. At least, now, I won't have to worry about failing
the polygraph or not getting pregnant, and I'll be earning a hundred whole
dollars extra each week that I can pull this off.'"

"God damnit, you're right, Bonnie. I'll bet that dumb cunt was thinking
that, or something like it."

"I know how they think. That's how I can spot them so easily. Dumb cunts all
have that same look when a leech places his hand on their leg."

"They all get that treatment?"

"It's part of the interview. Actually, it's the only part I need to see. I
have the interviewer go though a whole series of tests just for show. If
they knew it was that easy, they wouldn't need me."

"I pried his fingers off."

"Dumb cunts don't. They freeze like deer caught in head lights with a look
that says, 'Oh, please don't grab my pussy. That pussy belongs to my
husband.'"

Faye laughed, then said, "What did my look say?"

"If you don't have the balls to reach right for my cunt, you ain't gettin'
any leg."

"That was not what I was thinking."

"It was in the look, though. I don't know what anyone is thinking, but I
know the look. If it happened now, you'd be thinking that, wouldn't you?"

"Right now, yes. Talking to you always makes me horny. I keep thinking about
that dumb cunt Tiffany taking that loaded gun up her twat. Now, I want her
pregnant. I'd like to see her in that circle fuck on Friday."

"I'll see that she's there. I'll put her next to you. Most of the women at
those sessions are from accounting. Most are pregnant, and they all love a
good circle fuck while watching a pretty girl fuck and suck a dog."

"I should think that would be more than Tiffany could handle this soon."

"You would think that; but then again, you're not always right."

"I think I'll cruise on by the shipping and receiving area and check out
this Brenda babe before going to see her mommy to find out what her answer
is."

"Let's go see Brenda Bitch, together. I haven't fucked with her in months,
and she had last Friday off. She's due. She should be in heat. We'll warm
the bitch up and see how she feels about her mommy getting into show biz
with her. My guess is she'll drown you in slut slime."

"Drown me?"

Bonnie drew a strap-on black dildoe from a desk drawer as she said, "Yes.
You two are going to sixty-nine while I butt-fuck the bitch. Have you eaten
any pussy yet?"

"Yes, Mom and Charlene. It's not bad."

"Brenda has half-way decent cunt guts, and she's a slimy-cunted bitch
besides. You'll like Brenda. Let's go."

"You're not going to carry that thing out in the open, are you?"

"Christ. You still don't get it, do you? We're not in Kansas anymore,
Dorothy. This is Winters' Wonderland. Management rules this sex kingdom. You
and I can get away with anything, because we rule management."

"I know this place is odd, but people leave here and talk."

"And they have been for the past twenty years. This place had a reputation
when I was in High School. Why do you think I ran right over after
graduation?"

"I never even heard of this place."

"How long have you lived in this area?"

"All my life, but most of that was in Rosemont. We're thirty miles from the
plant."

"If you grew up on the north side like I did, you'd have heard a great deal
by the time you finished kindergarten. In my neighborhood, if a woman went
to work for Clayton Winters, she was labeled a whore. It's still that way,
truer now than ever, thanks mostly to me."

"Don't the cops do anything?"

"What cops? We're outside the city and county. Besides, nobody wants to
tangle with Winters, and Winters is too old to give a rat's ass what anyone
thinks. Right now, he's sweating all these federal laws and regulations, but
he even found a way to keep the feds away."

"How'd he do that?"

"He got a small piece of a top secret Pentagon project called Blue Star.
Because of Blue Star this is a top secret defense facility even though
ninety percent of our work is custom automotive components. It works. Very
few outsiders ever see the inside of this plant."

"You're actually going to walk right through a plant of three- hundred and
fifty workers carrying a strap-on dildoe."

"Barefoot holding hands with the foxiest bitch to ever work here. Come on.
Take those shoes off and let's give them a cheap thrill."

"Bonnie, you nut. They'll think you're going to fuck me."

"No shit, Sherlock. Take your fucking shoes off and give me your hand."

"Bonnie, no!"

"Take the god damn shoes off, or I'll have your ass tattooed."

Faye turned red and kicked off her heels, saying, "Oh, all right. You're
worse than Greg and Max put together, you know that?"

"Everyone knows that. Now, look like you love me."

"How big a tattoo?"

"It'll cover your whole ass."

"How's this?"

"Good. Keep looking at me like that. Head up, shoulders back. Just follow
the yellow brick road."

The two women walked through the plant taking the long way, creating a stir
and work stoppage wherever they went. When they entered the corridor to
shipping and receiving, they passed from sight of the production floor. Faye
fell against the wall between Max's office and the door leading into the
accounting section. She broke out in nervous laughter and said, "I can't
believe we did that."

"The return trip will be even better. The dildoe will be shiny, and you'll
have slut slime running down your legs."

"I don't care. Do whatever you want. We're not in Kansas, so who gives a
fuck."

"Pull yourself together. I'll see if Max is in. We can use his office."

Bonnie poked her head in the door. The office was empty. She turned to Faye
and said, "I'll be in here getting ready. You go find Brenda and tell her to
come to Max's office."

"Where do I look for her?"

"Just walk to the end of the corridor and look around. She's the only bitch
working the loading dock. Ask around if you don't see her. Say, what do you
say we stop in accounting and bring Tiffany in on this?"

"Could we?"

"Need you ask? Come on. I'll introduce you to Copeland. He's dying to meet
you. See if you still think he's a bastard after he slips some meat between
your legs."

"You're the boss. Lead the way. He'll slip in easily. I'm one slimy bitch
right now."

"I know. I can see it in your eyes."

Together they entered the accounting asylum. A tall counter blocked the view
of twenty-two girls hard at work in partitioned stable-like cubicles. The
four rows were separated by a center aisle. Rows one and two faced each
other, as did three and four. The girls could not see their neighbor or the
girl across from them because of the partitions.

Bonnie raised a hinged section of the counter and passed through with Faye
close behind. They walked between two sets of cubicles with the girls' backs
to them. Heads turned as they made their way through to the office in the
rear. Faye looked for Tiffany and caught sight of the top of her head. She
sat in a corner cubicle on the left side, facing the center aisle with her
back to the wall.

Faye also took the time to look at the women's legs. They were all bare-foot
and bare-legged. Several looked very pregnant, and most were showing. She
occasionally caught eyes and exchanged smiles. They all seemed to know
Bonnie, and they knew the dildoe.

Bonnie entered Copeland's office without knocking. He stood, smiled, and
came around his desk on seeing Faye step in. Bonnie shut the door, then took
Faye by the shoulders, pushed her toward the large desk, turned her back to
the desk, and pushed her onto it. She unceremoniously yanked up Faye's skirt
and pushed her legs out flat before saying a word to Copeland.

Copeland had stepped up beside Bonnie and openly stared at the provocative
beaver as Bonnie said, "What do you think of this beaver, stud?"

"God damn, Bonnie. I thought you gave up on this one. Does this mean she's
being transferred to my department?"

"Dream on. Go ahead. Give her a quick poke."

"I knew it was too good to be true. Don't mind if I do."

The elderly man took out a long slender penis with a large head and pressed
it to Faye's slimy slit. He smiled at her and then slid in to the balls. He
smiled broadly when she gave his dick a squeeze, then said, "Oh, this is
excellent pussy, Bonnie, excellent. You've been coaching her, haven't you?"

"How's she doing?"

"Very good. This is a squeeze box in the making."

"Faye Thomas meet Ray Copeland. Ray, Faye."

Faye brought her hand up for the customary shake. Ray slowed his strokes to
shake hands, saying, "Very pleased to meet you, young lady."

"The pleasure is all mine."

Bonnie said, "Don't look, but your office is on camera. She saw you screw
that new girl, Tiffany."

Faye made a disapproving face and said, "Bonnie, you promised to keep that
to yourself."

"I never promised a thing. You assumed."

Ray said to Faye, "I've known for some time. We all know this place is
infested with cameras. We don't always know where they are, but this office
and Max's office are permanent locations. So, how did you like the show?"

"You're very good. Tiffany also looked very good. How was she?"

"Tight, tight as virgin. Her husband must have a dick like my pinky finger.
She didn't know she had so much unused pussy in her."

"Did she cum? I couldn't tell."

"I couldn't either, but that was her first fuck, her first here, anyway. She
was mighty juicy. She's a hell of a lot juicier now, though."

"I gathered that."

Bonnie said, "I'd like to borrow her for a few minutes. There's more unused
pussy in that girl she needs to be aware of."

Ray eyed the ominous dildoe, smiled, and said, "Yes, I see you brought Black
Beauty. Take her. She needs something to take her mind of her troubles."

"I want her to attend our show on Friday."

"It's a bit early for that, don't you think?"

"We're taking Brenda into Max's office for a dry run and some girl action.
I'm just going to have her watch to get her blood pumping. When we're
through with Brenda, I'll fuck Tiffany, give her a good cum, and send her
back to you for another breeding. She'll be ready after that, so save your
nut for the fertile bitch."

"If you think that'll do the trick, I'm all for it. She'll be there on
Friday."

"All right, you two. Un-couple." Ray reluctantly eased out. Faye sat up.
"Faye, go out there and find Tiffany. Bring her in here. She could use a
little warm-up. Let me handle everything. You two just watch."

Faye hopped down and left the office. She walked directly to Tiffany's work
station while every eye peered over partition walls. She tapped Tiffany on
the shoulder and startled her. The pixieish young woman jumped, obviously
deep in thought. She looked to the unfamiliar face and said, "What?"

"You're wanted in Mr. Copeland's office."

Tiffany's face fell and blossomed with a deep blush. She cried, "Why?"

"Don't ask why, just do as you're told."

Tiffany stood and followed. Faye held the door for her and saw the smiling
faces peering over partitions as Tiffany entered like a condemned prisoner.
Faye closed the door behind her and pushed the hesitant girl before Bonnie.

Bonnie sat against the desk with her arms folded, ran her eyes over
Tiffany's body with slow appraisal, stopping to survey her legs that showed
a slimy sheen between the knees. Tiffany held her knees together and
appeared ready to buckle. Her blush had spread to her neck and chest.

Bonnie suddenly reached out and hooked her hand in the waist of Tiffany's
skirt, tugging her close, saying, "Step out wide, bitch."

Tiffany stepped out while crying, "Oh, please, don't."

Bonnie ignored her pleas and reached under the woman's skirt. Tiffany
crouched and tried to cross her thighs with her feet planted wide. For the
effort, she received a light slap with the wet hand that had just assaulted
her slimy beaver. Tears flowed as Bonnie said, "Stop your damn crying, slut.
Stand up straight and pull your skirt up past your waist. Do it, damnit!"

The terrified bride did not stop crying, but she did as directed. Trembling
hands raised her skirt to reveal her nude lower body as she stood straight.
Faye and Ray took seats on the desk on either side of Bonnie to view the
proceedings along with an enticing view of a freshly-fucked pussy. Bonnie
admonished the girl to jut out her crotch as she reached for the
open-collared blouse.

Faye observed the cunt with appraising eyes, noting a partial display of
cunt guts, slick and shiny with fuck, swollen with blood, a blossoming pussy
in full arousal with just a light covering of downy hair that hid little.
Bonnie ripped the blouse open completely, then tore open the bra to reveal
two B-cup tits with puckered, button nipples.

Bonnie said as she tweaked both nipples, "Just as I thought. Hard as rocks."
She grabbed the distraught girl's right hand and sniffed the fingers,
saying, "Been playing with your pussy, too, I see."

The girl couldn't blush any deeper, but she tried. Bonnie dropped the hand
and said, "You're a horny little slut, aren't you?"

"The girl was no longer crying. She hung her head instead, but looked up
briefly to plead with doleful eyes. Bonnie sternly said, "I asked you a
question, bitch!"

Tiffany, with her head hung, said, "I wasn't masturbating. I swear."

"You're a fucking liar. I'm not an idiot." Bonnie took Tiffany's cunt in her
hand and massaged her inner parts, saying, "Someone's been keeping this cunt
on the front burner. You should have recovered from your screwing by now. If
it wasn't you, who was it? Was it the girl that sits next to you? Are you
queer for the girls?"

Faye watched the expert way Bonnie manipulated the girl's fevered sex, slyly
masturbating the girl while appearing to be simply examining her intimately.
She had Tiffany on the brink of a climax that the girl tried hard to avoid.
She said, "No one touched me, and no, I'm not queer."

"Then you did masturbate."

Tiffany wanted to deny the charge but the evidence was just too
overwhelming. She finally nodded. Bonnie said, "Is that so hard to admit?
You got screwed and you liked it. You're a female. You're supposed to like
getting screwed if you're a normal female. You are normal, aren't you?"

Tiffany looked into Bonnie's eyes with passion showing in her own as she
said, "Yes, I suppose."

Bonnie centered her attentions on the girl's clit, pulling it out and
stroking it. Tiffany bowed her knees and jutted her loins out even further
for this obscene attention as Bonnie stroked the underside and made the clit
stand up proudly, saying, "Your cunt seems normal to me."

Bonnie slipped a finger inside just as Tiffany was about to cum. Tiffany
groaned on the invading digit as Bonnie said, "If anything, this cunt is
underfucked. You must be married to a needle-dicked bug fucker. Size does
make a difference, doesn't it?"

Tiffany glanced to the much larger cock that had so recently violated her.
Ray stroked it for her eyes wearing a big smile. Tiffany nodded, then said,
"It was different."

Bonnie inserted another finger and brought forth another moan as she said,
"Don't worry, precious. You came to work at the right place. You can survive
being wedded to a needle dick as long as you work here. We'll keep you in
nice big, virile cocks, and your hungry womb will get all the sperm it knows
what to do with. I hear you're ovulating. Are you busy making a little
bastard baby in there?"

"I think so."

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"My husband won't think so."

"But you do, don't you?" Tiffany bit her lower lip. "I said, you do, don't
you?"

"Well, sorta...yes."

"Bullshit. You love the idea. I'll bet you're going to have a bad headache
tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that. You don't want to
contaminate the bastard factory with legitimate sperm, do you? Do you?"

Bonnie was back working the clit. She had Tiffany in a sweat, keeping her at
the brink. Tiffany finally said, "No. I won't let my husband fuck me. Oh,
god, make me cum! Please make me cum!"

"First, tell Mr. Copeland you'll be a good fertile whore from now on."

"I will. I promise." She looked to Ray and said, "You can father my child. I
won't fight you. I swear. You can fuck me all you want to, and cum in my
pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy. Oh God, no!"

Bonnie withdrew her hand. She pulled Tiffany's skirt back in place and said,
"Save it. We're going to have some fun."

Tiffany slumped as Bonnie addressed Ray, saying, "You have yourself a new
whore, Ray. We won't keep her long."

With that, Faye hopped down. They led Tiffany out. She clutched her torn
blouse as they marched her through the section. Women were on their feet to
observe them move through. Once in the hall, Bonnie led Tiffany into Max's
office as she told Faye to fetch Brenda.

Faye went to the end of the corridor and immediately spotted Brenda climbing
onto a forklift. She looked absurd in a buttoned to the collar men's work
shirt and patent leather mini skirt with high heels that matched. She wore
her long hair tied back in a pony tail. When Faye came alongside the
forklift, Brenda turned off the motor to see what she wanted, saying, "Can I
help you?"

"Are you Brenda?"

"Yes."

"You're wanted in Max's office."

"Who wants me? Max isn't here."

"Bonnie wants you."

Brenda's face turned pale. The life seemed to drain out of her features with
the blood. She moved like an automaton. Faye helped her down, then walked
beside her as they crossed the thirty yard distance to Max's door. Faye
opened the door, then followed Brenda in. Bonnie stood naked with her feet
apart and her hands on her hips wearing the vulgar cock. Tiffany had just
removed her skirt and tossed it on the desk with the other clothes. She then
stood beside the desk showing her timid anxiety. Faye closed and locked the
door, then took a position to watch the exchange in profile.

Bonnie stood before Brenda and said, "Strip, bitch!" She then addressed
Faye, saying, "See that bench against the wall. Drag that to the center of
the room."

Faye went to the heavy leather upholstered bench and dragged it between
Bonnie and Brenda, just in time to see the work shirt open to reveal a bare
chest. The tattoo seemed to jump out. The letters were much thicker than
Faye imagined and dark black. The 'B' and the 'H' rested on the upper swells
of firm breast flesh, with the 'ITC' centered where an open collar shirt
would show them. Faye also saw Tiffany's hand fly to her mouth.

Brenda let the shirt drop, then unfastened the skirt and let it drop. She
wore no panties, revealing a neat little shaved pussy tucked between her
legs with just a hint of cunt guts poking from the puffy slit. She removed
the heels offering a better peek between her legs, then stood naked before
Bonnie. Faye's eyes returned to the tattoo.

She felt strange staring, but she had to stare. On such a lovely girl, the
hideous tattoo looked so out-of-place. The tattoo, in all capital letters,
looked more like a label than a name, as though she were stamped by the
factory: BITCH. The label proclaimed her a human mate for canines as opposed
to a human female with a shitty attitude: Bitch! Tiffany appeared to be too
stunned by the bizarre tattoo to give its meaning much thought.

Bonnie stepped behind Brenda and pinned her elbows together, forcing the
chest out in prominent display before Faye with Tiffany viewing from the
side. Bonnie said, "When I label a bitch, I make a bold statement, don't you
think?"

Faye ran the fingers of both hands over the inch-thick letters, ignoring the
girl's humiliation. She said, "You sure do. There's no mistaking your
meaning, either. One look at her and you can tell she fucks dogs."

Tiffany's mouth flew open. Faye noticed the cute button nipples on Brenda's
chest pucker and stand up. She also noticed the astonished look Tiffany had
on her face. The color returned to Brenda's face, giving her creamy
complexion a warm glow. Faye tweaked the nipples, then cupped each breast in
her hands, saying, "She's a cute bitch, too. I wonder if male dogs
appreciate cute titties."

Bonnie said, "As far as I can tell, they only appreciate one thing on this
bitch--her pussy. Lie down on the bench and show Faye your bitch cunt.
Assume the position you use for bestial mating."

Brenda reclined on the bench, drew her legs up, and pushed down on her
knees. Her beautiful crotch opened in obscene display. Faye now stared at
the girl's cunt, admiring her more delicate and proportional cunt guts,
almost child-like in its compact simplicity.

Bonnie came and stood beside Faye looking down on the girl from the business
end. She placed an arm around Faye's shoulder and said, "This is how Chesty
sees her. Nice, huh?"

"Very nice, and you have her well-trained. I like that. She's an obedient
bitch."

"She'd better be." Bonnie straddled the girl's head and squatted to bring
her cunt within licking range. Without being told to do so, Brenda began
licking. Bonnie leaned forward, bracing herself on Brenda's protruding hip
bones, peering into the girl's crotch as she said, "Check it out, Faye.
Don't be shy."

Faye dropped to her knees and parted the labia lips to look inside. Bonnie
said, "See what I mean? Isn't that the cutest little fuck hole you ever saw?
This is grade-A dog pussy. God made pussies like this to keep the dogs
happy. Put your finger in there."

Faye inserted her right fuck finger. The finger slid in effortlessly, though
the fit was snug all the way in. Bonnie smiled and said, "Slimy little
bitch, isn't she?"

"Yes, very. I can see why a pussy like this puts a smile on a bulldog."

"She's not even warmed up, yet. When you see her on Friday, she'll have cunt
slime drooling from that hole before Chesty gets in the first lick. When
this bitch knows she's going to get bred, she works up a creamy lather down
there. Work that finger in and out like a doggie dick. Watch her get creamy.
She's thinking about Chesty. I can tell by the way she's licking. Brenda,
are you thinking about your doggie lover?"

Brenda replied, "Yes. That feels good."

"Are you a horny little bitch?"

"Yes. I'm very horny."

"Are you looking forward to payday?"

"Yes. I am, now."

"You put on an extra good show this Friday. We have a new girl in accounting
that has never seen a human bitch in action." Looking to Tiffany, Bonnie
said, "Or have you?"

"No, never."

"You do want to be here, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose."

Returning to Brenda, Bonnie said, "Your mother will be watching also, so
make it extra good for her."

"What!"

"You heard me. Mommy wants to see her little bitch in action. She'll be
watching you on a monitor in the security shack. Make her good and horny so
she'll fuck all the guards."

"Does she want to watch, or are you making her watch?"

"She wants to watch. She brought it up to my friend here. By the way,
Brenda, meet Faye. Faye, Brenda."

Faye said, "Hi Brenda. No need to get up."

"Did my mother actually say that?"

Faye said, "She's very interested. She's thinking of bringing a camera into
the room one day to film you in action. She said your father is a big
bestiality fan. Were you aware of that?"

"No. She told you that?"

"Cross my heart. She said he doesn't know about the tattoo."

"He doesn't; in fact, he doesn't know anything."

"She thinks he'll like it once he knows what it means."

"I can't imagine my dad liking this tattoo."

"She knows him better than you do. Doesn't he think you're cute and sexy?"

"I think so."

"Your mother sure thinks you are."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Those very words while she was licking sperm off of my pussy and ass."

"You're lying."

Bonnie slapped Brenda hard on her bare pubic mound, saying, "Don't call Faye
a liar. She never lies. Your mother is a cunt sucker, and Faye has the cunt
that brought her out of the closet. Now apologize to your snatch-sniffing
mother's lover."

"I'm sorry, but I can't imagine my mother doing that to anyone."

Faye said, "She'd like to do it to you."

"She said that?"

"No, I gathered that. She's considering letting you watch us together. Would
you like to watch your mother eat my pussy?"

"I wouldn't mind. Are you talking secretly or openly?"

"Openly, in the same room. In fact, I want you two to be cheek to cheek
while she's doing it. I want you to have the best seat in the house."

Faye dipped her head and lapped Brenda's cunt before fastening on the clit,
drawing a long moan from the impassioned girl. Brenda said, "Will you lick
her cunt, too?"

"No. She only licks mine, but you can lick hers. I'll have her get naked for
you. Would you like that?"

"I'd like to see her naked, but she'd have to ask me to lick her pussy."

"She might, but it would be easier on her if you acted on your own. She'd
want you to take the initiative. She's not as uninhibited as you obviously
are."

"I might. I don't know. This is all so bizarre. We're not even on speaking
terms. I thought she hated me."

"She loves you very much. She told me that. She wants to get close to you,
and she knows she has to get down to your level to do that."

"I suppose so. As long as I remain a bitch, I can't get up to hers. She
doesn't hate me, though?"

"She never did. She's just now able to accept what you are, a bitch, a real
bitch. She accepts that you're stuck in this role, that Bonnie won you fair
and square."

"It was hardly fair or square."

"Your mother said the same thing, but I reminded her that all's fair in love
and war. Your mother agreed with my statement. She now sees you as the
spoils of war."

"She always did like to call it a war."

"Now, she calls it a war she lost. She now sees that Bonnie has the right to
do with you as she pleases, and that her pissy attitude only makes things
harder on you."

"It does. I hope you got that across to her."

"I did, and she swore she'd display a better attitude about this situation.
I told her I wanted her to be a good sport about this. She promised me she
would be."

"She's done a complete turn-around, then."

"I know she has. She's ready to watch with an open mind. Personally, I think
the idea turns her on."

"I doubt that, but if she keeps an open mind, maybe we can start talking
again. I'd like that very much."

"We'll see how it goes."

Bonnie interjected, while getting off of Brenda, "All right, you two. That's
enough sharing. Faye, get naked and lie in Brenda's place. Brenda, lie over
Faye in reverse. Give me a good ass to fuck. Maybe you'll see why your
mother goes ga ga over Faye."

Faye quickly stripped off her dress, her only clothing. She took Brenda's
place as Brenda gazed on Faye's spread beaver. Bonnie stood beside Tiffany
and said, "Nice spread, huh?"

"Yes."

Brenda was now over Faye in reverse and gazing between her legs. Bonnie
said, "What do you think of that beaver?"

"She's beautiful. No wonder Mom likes her."

"Well, don't just stand there gawking, get your face in it. See if you can
do as well as your mother."

Brenda settled her cunt to Faye's face while bringing her own face between
Faye's legs. Bonnie moved in position behind Brenda and poked at her cunt to
wet the dildoe. Faye helped guide the rubber dick to Brenda's asshole, then
watched it take gradual possession, taking out the wrinkles as it stretched
her sphincter over the head. Tiffany looked from the side. They watched
Brenda's pink rosebud suck in inch after inch of rubber shaft until she had
all twelve inches up her ass. Bonnie screwed slow and easy at first. Brenda
sucked cunt guts like her mother.

Bonnie talked the entire time, taunting Brenda with mental images of sex
with her mother, of her mother joining the act to supervise her bestial
mating, of her naked mother holding the dog up by the front paws for
sucking, or guiding the dog's cock into her daughter's mouth, ass, or cunt;
of putting on private shows for her parents, then licking them while they
fucked, of her mother licking her while her father fucked her. Tiffany went
from one end of Faye to the other, trying not to miss a thing while
fingering her own pussy.

Faye took careful note of which scenes sparked the greatest interest in
Brenda, pleased that they all fired her loins into humping herself on the
cock while fucking her cunt on the mouth. Any mention of her parents
together fired her passions the most, but Brenda clearly wanted her mother
to supervise her bestial mating. She wanted pictures taken. She wanted it
all and came when Bonnie suggested she lick her mother while the dog was
screwing her mother during a show.

Brenda reached her climax when Bonnie suggested, "We'll have to put that on
tape for your father to jack off to." Faye was right behind her.

When the trio separated, Bonnie told Brenda to get dressed. Faye returned
the bench and wiped the cunt slick she and Brenda left at one end. Brenda
dressed and was dismissed. Faye and Bonnie turned to Tiffany. Bonnie wiped
the dick with Tiffany's blouse, then backed Tiffany to the desk. She went
easily onto her back with Faye's assistance.

Faye then got on the other side of the desk and mounted herself over Tiffany
in reverse. She squatted on Tiffany's face as she pressed the girl's knees
out until they touched the desk. The cock made Tiffany groan into the beaver
covering her mouth.

Bonnie took slow possession of Tiffany's pussy, but succeeded in gaining
full entry after a few minutes. When the rubbery balls touched her ass, her
tongue shot deep in Faye's cunt hole, inspiring Faye to cry out, "We have a
winner. She's eating me. Fuck her good."

Together, they worked the young bride over thoroughly. They brought her off
three times in quick succession, then stood her on wobbly legs. Bonnie said,
"Now, go get bred like a good fertile whore."

"I need my clothes."

"You'll work in the nude today. Your clothes will be here when you get off
work. Get them from Max, but be prepared to pay for them with pussy. Now
get."

The protest in Tiffany's lips died as she was forced out the door. She went
with a hard smack to her ass. When the door slammed shut behind her, Faye
laughed and said, "That dumb cunt."

"They're fun to fuck with, aren't they?"

"Yes. I see what you mean, now. God, that was fun. All of it, Brenda
especially. She's much cuter than I imagined. She sure seems to be looking
forward to Friday."

"I knew she would be. If we tried this on a Monday following a Friday
breeding, she would have been in tears and no fun at all."

"Incredible, fucking incredible."

While Faye slipped her dress on, Bonnie removed the harness, saying, "Yes,
that went pretty good. I'll give Marge a call and tell her to expect you.
She'll need time to clear the office and see if the old man is ready for a
session. He's friskiest near ten or eleven."

"See if you detect any change in her tone."

Bonnie nodded as she dialed the two number code from Max's phone. Marge
answered on the first ring. Bonnie said, "Guess who?"

"Bonnie. I'd know that voice anywhere."

Bonnie cupped the mouthpiece and said, "She sounds friendly." She uncupped
and said, "Faye and I were just having an intimate chat with your lovely
daughter."

"Do tell. And how is my lovely daughter?"

"She's in heat."

"Well, she is a bitch."

"She is at that. Faye wanted to see if now would be a good time to visit
with you and the old man."

"Just a second. Let me buzz him and see if he's up to receiving a barefoot
visitor."

While Bonnie waited on hold, she addressed Faye saying, "She's in. She's a
different person. When you see her, lay it on thick. Make her strip and
masturbate while she services you."

Marge came back on line and said, "Now is perfect. We're ready when she is."

"She'll be up within the hour."

Bonnie hung up the phone and said, "You're on, sweetcakes. Let's go get you
ready."

"Let Marge get me ready. I can't wear that dress through the plant."

"Don't pull that shit on me, Faye."

"Honestly, Bonnie. The dress is way too short. The hem only comes to the top
of my mound, and my ass hangs completely out in back."

"Then it's perfect. I'll get you ready. Marge can put the finishing touches
on. Let's go."

"Bonnie, no. I refuse to walk naked through this plant."

"You refuse? Take off the dress!"

"Bonnie, no!"

"Take off the fucking dress!"

"Please no!"

"If you make me say it one more time..."

"All right. I'll take off the fucking dress. There, are you happy?"

"Not yet; bend over."

"What are you going to do?"

"BEND OVER, BITCH!"

Faye bent from the waist, but looked back around her right hip to watch
Bonnie aim the head of the dildoe at her ass. "Oh, no! Not with that thing
in me."

"Shut up and relax or this will hurt."

"Ughh! Owwww, damn, not so hard! Give me a chance to relax, will
ya....Owwww! Oh god! I'm begging you, Bonnie. Please don't make me go out
there like this. Please! Please!...Ughhh! If you love me, you won't do
this....Ughhh. Ohhhh! Ahh....Oh fuck. Is it in all the way?"

"Yes, and you're a sight with those straps dangling from your cute ass.
Stand up straight and walk around."

Faye stood uneasily, then took mincing steps with a face and chest splotched
with red flushes. She turned at the wall and returned while Bonnie leaned
back on the desk with folded arms, smiling. Faye anxiously said, "Please,
let this be a joke."

"It is funny, but it's no joke. You're going out like that. We're taking the
long way, then we'll stop by and pick up the dress, and you'll carry it to
Marge. She can remove the dildoe and dress you. She can also re-insert the
fucker and strip you when you're done. I want you returned in the same
condition you arrived. Tell her that."

On the verge of tears, Faye said, "You're pushing me over the edge, Bonnie.
Can't you see that?"

"Not at all. I only see unmistakable signs of arousal. Look at your cunt.
You're in full bloom, and those nipples could scratch glass. I see through
you; get used to it. Before long, you'll be taking Chesty on naked strolls
through the plant with dog cum drooling down your legs."

"You can't be serious?"

"Every girl in the stable undergoes that ritual in her ninth month of
pregnancy. You're in the stable, only you work in another department. I'll
insist that my rules apply to you. You'll stand inspections with the others,
so get off the pill and get your ass pregnant."

"You can't mean that. I can't let you do that. I have clout, too, maybe more
than you."

Bonnie stepped up and took Faye firmly by the chin, saying, "You do, but
you're forgetting one very important difference between you and me. I can
have you tattooed from head to toe with shithouse graffiti. What's more, I'd
do that to you if you ever tried to use your clout against me."

Faye's face fell in resignation. Bonnie smiled the victor's smile and said,
"There, see how easy it is once you accept your fate? You'll look even more
adorable pregnant. Your bastard must be black. I want to be in the delivery
room with Mark to see the expression on his face when that little black head
pops out from between your alabaster thighs. When was your last period?"

"A week ago Monday. I should be ovulating by next Monday."

"Just to be sure, from Saturday until the following Sunday, your cunt is
reserved to black cocks only. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I want Mark to use a laundry marker to inscribe these words on your mound:
'THIS CUNT RESERVED FOR BLACK COCK!' Have him underscore cunt and draw an
arrow to your cunt hole. On your ass, have him write, 'ALL OTHER COCKS USE
REAR ENTRANCE.' Have him underscore rear entrance, then draw an arrow to
your asshole. Got that?"

"Yes."

"Show up Monday morning without that, and I make a call. For mother/daughter
abductions, they offer discounts. Your mother will have herself a ball, but
you won't. You think about that, love."

"It'll be there in bold print. I promise."

"I want that message refreshed daily."

"It will be. Can I ask you one favor?"

"Of course."

"Would you at least clear this with Greg? You said you wouldn't interfere."

"I cleared it with Greg already. He made me part of the team. You got your
wish. The three stooges ride again."

"Greg wants this?"

"Greg wants some things; Max wants some; and I want some. We negotiated and
came up with this plan. We're moving up the schedule, but they left that for
me decide. They know I can read you like a book. I know what you really want
and when you're ready for it."

Bonnie stepped in close and cupped Faye's ass cheeks, drawing her in closer,
saying, "I'm right again, aren't I?"

"Yes, damnit."

"You can't wait to get out there and show off your sexy bod, can you?"

"Yes. Walk me all through the plant, nice and slow."

"You want that black bastard more than anything, don't you?"

"Yes. My baby must be black."

"And you want to be a good bitch for Max's dog, don't you?"

"Yes. I want that, too."

Bonnie faced Faye toward the door and stood behind her holding her by the
tits, thumbing the nipples, saying, "Fluff up those cunt guts. We're putting
your cunt on display. Make a good first impression."

Faye looked down with her knees bowed out, then tugged on her inner labia
lips and pulled her clit out. She roughly rubbed her guts, smearing her cunt
slime to give them a rosy-red sheen. She then fanned the inner lips over her
outer labia. She pinched her clit and brought it out to stand at the top of
her crack like a skinned rodent trying to squeeze its way out. She looked
between her legs with her pelvis jutted and tilted up. She looked positively
vulgar, like a baboon in heat. Bonnie said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Then let's go. Head up, shoulders back. This time, look like you're in heat
and in-love."

Faye entered the production floor on the verge of hyper- ventilating. Word
spread quickly as workers took notice. Faye ignored the workers as they
gawked by idle machines. No one spoke as they passed thru. Men and women
looked in awe, their eyes taking in everything, but focused mainly at her
crotch. With each step, her labia lips see-sawed over cunt guts, making the
sexy display even more provocative. Her clit waved to the people with each
step she took. When she passed, and they could see the dildoe up her ass,
awed silence turned to giggling snickers.

They walked through every area, and in each work center, they stopped
production. Word went ahead. People were waiting expectantly as others from
areas already traversed followed at a discrete distance. The walk took
twenty minutes. When they entered the purchasing department, a crowd of
agents packed the double doorway. Bonnie said, "Make a hole, assholes."

The eight-man sea parted to let them pass through. They went straight to
Faye's office. Bonnie shut the door. Faye fell forward over her desk and
exclaimed, "Am I dead? I feel dead."

"Wasn't that fun? You were a major hit."

"Was I really? I was unconscious. What did they do?"

"They looked. What did you expect?"

"Did they notice the dildoe?"

"How could they miss it? The damn thing worked its way half-way out. For
most of your stroll, you had those straps swinging behind you like a horse's
tail. Hell, I was embarrassed for you."

"How can I ever go out there again?"

"I don't know, but you're going. Where's the dress?"

"In that paper bag on the floor."

Bonnie retrieved the dress from the bag and helped Faye to her feet. She
tucked the folded dress under Faye's right arm, saying, "Keep this under
your arm. We can't be hiding the goodies." She stepped back and smiled,
saying, "Stunning, absolutely stunning. You have slut slime running down
both legs. You really look like a slut, you know?"

"I need to wipe."

"Bullshit. Marge will wipe you with her tongue. Your public awaits. You've
cost this company enough in lost production. You need to get through the
plant and behind doors so we can get these people back to work."

"You'll walk with me, won't you?"

"No. This time, you go alone. Remember, head up, shoulders back, and shake
that tail."

"Put the dick back in all the way, at least. It's about to fall out."

"No, I like it this way better. If it falls out, you stick it back in. Tell
Marge to put it back exactly the way she found it."

"Oh god. How am I ever going to live through this torture?"

"One baby step at a time. Now march."

Bonnie guided Faye back through the crowd, then sent her into a bigger
crowed that lined the main aisle. Faye was beet red as she walked
purposefully, trying to keep the dildoe in her ass by clenching her cheeks.
She could feel the straps swinging behind her and dragging on the backs of
her calves. This time, she heard the giggles, snickers, and laughs. As she
climbed the stairs, several dozen people gathered to watch her assent.
Several dozen people watched the dildoe pop out of her ass and roll down
three steps.

Faye ignored the people as she returned to retrieve her lost butt plug. With
her back to the crowd, she stooped to reinsert it, but halted the insertion
when the dick was half-way in. When she rounded the top of the landing, and
was safely in the executive office corridor, she leaned against a wall to
catch her breath and regain her composure.

She thought to herself, "What the hell am I doing? Am I nuts? This is
insane. It's all insane. I must be insane."

She stood and squared her shoulders, marched to Marge's door and entered.
Marge came to lock the door behind her. She said, "I heard about your nasty
stroll. I have a friend in the wire and cable section. She called to tell
me. A shameless exhibition, absolutely shameless. You made her day."

After locking the door, Marge looked behind Faye and saw the dildoe. She
said, "I see you still have that thing up your butt. I've got to hand it to
you. I never would have made it ten feet."

"Bonnie says you have to send me back this way. The dildoe has to be exactly
as you found it."

"Well, Bonnie always has her way, so let me mark it. Bend over and pull your
cheeks apart. I'll get a pen."

Faye assumed the humiliating posture as Marge went to her desk. She returned
and tried to scribe a mark at the rim of Faye's asshole. The slick surface
and black color would not take a mark. She abandoned that method and said,
"I know, I'll tie a string around it. Hold that pose."

She returned from the desk with parcel string, bit off a suitable length,
then wrapped the shaft at the anus and tied a bow. She then eased the thick
cudgel out and exclaimed, "This is longer than I thought. I thought you just
had the head lodged inside, but you had a good four inches of shaft besides.
Was this entire thing up your behind at one time?"

Faye stood and said, "It started off that way."

Marge laid the vulgar instrument on a sheet of paper, then brought Faye to
the desk and had her lean back. Faye opted to sit on the edge and bring her
feet up. She sat with her knees bowed out, sitting up supported on her
straight arms so she could see everything Marge did.

Marge pressed down on Faye's inner thighs, then attacked the sloppy cunt
with a feverishly licking tongue, quickly swiping up all the visible slime
before pausing to say, "God, I've been starving for your cunt juice since
yesterday. I just adore your slut slime. You taste so feminine and musky,
just the way I like it."

"I got it good and slimy just for you."

"Thank you. You and Bonnie had sex with my daughter, didn't you?"

"Yes. Bonnie butt-fucked her while we ate each other."

"While you and Bonnie ate each other, or you and Brenda ate each other?"

"Me and Brenda were in a sixty-nine with her on top. I got to watch your
daughter's cute little asshole get fucked by the big, black dildoe."

"Did she take it all?"

"All of it. Are you proud of your little girl?"

"If she pleased you, I am. Did you lick her pussy while watching?"

"Actually, she fucked her cunt on my mouth."

"I wish I could have seen that. Did you tell her about us?"

"What do you think got her so hot and horny?"

"She liked that, huh? She probably doesn't believe you, but the idea turned
her on. That's good."

"Yes, and I'm sure she believed me. She's dying to perform her doggie act
for her mommy and daddy in private."

"She said that?"

"She was thrilled to learn that her daddy is a bestiality fan. She's dying
to show him her tattoo and perform her act for him."

"I'm sure he'll make an appreciative audience. I made my decision. I want to
watch."

"She wants you to watch, and she wants to watch you."

"I think I'm ready for that, too. If she sat quietly in a corner, I think I
could handle it."

"She wants to get cheek to cheek with you while you lick my cunt. She wants
to watch your tongue slither around in my cunt guts. She wants to see your
lips pressed against my fuck hole while her hand cups your throat so she can
feel you swallowing my slut slime while you lap it from inside my cunt."

"She does? Well, if she wants to, I won't stop her."

"She wants you naked, and she wants to see you masturbate while you service
me."

"I could never do that."

"I'm afraid you must. I promised her that."

"Please, I'm very inhibited. No one has ever seen me masturbate, not even my
husband. He rarely sees me naked in the light."

"We're going to change that, starting when I come out. I insist you be naked
when I step out. If you're not, I'll just leave. I'll take my dildoe and
go."

Marge stood and took Faye's face in her imploring hands, saying, "Faye,
please don't ask me to do that. I simply can't."

"You simply must, otherwise, we'll be strictly business from now on. You'll
remain in the dark. You and Brenda need me to bridge your gap. You want her
back in your life and back in your home, don't you?"

"Well, yes, of course, but..."

"Brenda wants to come home. She's living in appalling conditions, but she
can't face you until she knows you accept her as she is. She doesn't want
your condescending acceptance from the pedestal. She can't face you until
you come down to her level."

"I'm trying, Faye, I really am. I understand what you're trying to do, but
you don't understand me. This, licking another woman's pussy, is a major
leap for me. I can't leap much further."

"I'm sorry, then. I had great hope for you and Brenda. I even got Bonnie to
agree to release Brenda when I said she was ready."

"She'll release her? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, but not until I've had my fill. This is all new to me. I love
having a beautiful human bitch to amuse myself with. From here on, I'm the
one responsible for keeping your daughter in service as a bitch, if you want
to know the truth. If you blame anyone, it'll have to be me."

"I understand. I won't hold that against you."

"I want more than that from you, Marge. I want to see you doing everything
in your power to help your daughter be a better bitch for me. I don't want
so much as a hint from you that you want her released. I want you to do all
you can to see she remains happy and content to stay a bitch. I won't tire
of this anytime soon. I may never tire. Who knows?"

"I won't hint, and I'll do all I can to make her a better bitch for you, but
I don't know what a bitch is, much less a better bitch."

"That's my point. You have to get involved; otherwise, how can you coach
her?"

"Coach her?"

"Yes, she needs a handler, someone to manage and supervise her breeding
activities."

"You want me to breed my own daughter--to dogs?"

"Who better? You made her. You're the bitch's mother. She'll respond to your
coaching, but you need to see her show to know what improvements need to be
made."

"Like what?"

"I want her act to be a visual cornucopia of bestial lust as vulgar as you
can make it. Right now, her attitude sucks. She goes into a show
reluctantly, and just does what she's told. I want to see a bitch in heat,
lusting for dog cock and hungry for dog cum. I want to see a slut bitch, not
a forced bitch."

"I can't make her like it if she doesn't like it."

"No, but you can improve her performance and show her how to act the part
I've described. You can improve her attitude simply by being supportive.
Just having you there to hold her hand would help her a great deal. She
craves parental approval. If she knew you wanted her to be a good bitch, a
slut bitch, I feel certain she'd respond. She wants you there for support if
nothing else."

"I can do that. I've learned to accept this situation. I'm being a good
sport about it. I'm sure I can be supportive."

"I want you there to do much more than that. I want to see encouragement,
coaching, and prompting. I want you to make her performnce look convincingly
slutty."

"I see. Well, if I must, I must. Let me watch a show, and I'll see what I
can do? I've been looking over some of my husband's material. I have a few
ideas already. I now know what slutty bestial behavior looks like. He has
some very raunchy videos. I viewed them for the first time last night. I was
shocked. If those shows are anything like what I saw, I don't see how I
could make them sluttier. I actually witnessed a woman sucking on a dog's
penis. She sucked him to a climax, if you can imagine that. She appeared to
have swallowed his ejaculate, but that could have been faked. I suppose
you'd like to see my daughter do something like that?"

"Absolutely, but there should be no doubt about whether your daughter faked
the swallowing."

"Good lord. You're serious?"

"Dead serious. After meeting her, and seeing what luscious lips she has, I
can't wait to see them slurping on a dog's shooting cock. Put that high on
your list."

"If you insist. She's probably doing that already if I know Bonnie."

"I'm sure she is, but there's always room for improvement. You'll see to it,
won't you?"

"I'll try. You're not making this any easier, you know?"

"If it were easy, I would find you beneath contempt. This should be the most
difficult thing you've ever done in your life."

Faye hopped down and donned the dress. Marge smoothed and tugged the hem in
place and said, "It will be, believe me, it will be. This is a much better
dress, Faye."

"There's a flat corset sewn into the bust line. I'll need you to cinch it
from the back."

Faye turned her back to Marge as the woman stood at the open back and drew
the laces in tight, saying, "I'll think over what you said."

"Be naked when I come out, or there's nothing to think over. That's the
first step of your next big leap. I'm sorry, but there's no room for
compromise. Be naked, or forget the whole thing. You won't get a second
chance. I'm sorry, but you need this strong a push. That much, I can see."

Marge tied the bow, then zipped the dress. She turned Faye by the shoulders
until they faced one another. Marge looked in Faye's eyes and said, "You're
dead serious about this, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. You've got ten, maybe fifteen minutes, to decide you and your
daughter's fate. If you fail to do the right thing, I'll never release your
daughter. If anything, I'll make her life more miserable just to punish you.
If you can't bury your stupid modesty and pride to help your own daughter,
you are the type of mother I find contemptible. I don't think you're that
type at all; but if you are, I'll show you no mercy, and I'll certainly show
Brenda none."

"I'm not like that, Faye. I'm really not."

"I feel certain you'll do what's right for Brenda. You just need a good,
strong push to get you started. This is that push. Don't dig your heels in.
I want you two back together. I promise, when you are completely back
together on even ground, I'll totally release her to you in a reasonable
period of time. From there, you can start over, if that's your wish."

"You are absolutely right; I need this strong a push. I will get a hold of
myself if it kills me. Come hell or high water, I'll be naked when you come
out. I'll be lying on my desk, masturbating. If I am, come and sit on my
face and watch me masturbate while I service you. That should prove how
serious I am."

"That's the spirit. Wash that dildoe and use it. When I step out, I want to
see you fucking yourself with that black cock, and I want to see your legs
as wide apart as you can get them, facing the doorway. Your ass should be a
foot off the desk top with that cock plunging in and out--all the way in,
and all they way out."

"Oh god!"

"If I like what I see, I'll take over for you and suck on your clit until
you cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes. No one has ever sucked my pussy. I'm dying to know what that feels
like, but you must insure that he doesn't follow you out. He's done that
before."

"Don't even think about that. If it happens, it happens. The risk that it
might happen will intensify the experience."

"I don't need the experience intensified. If he saw me that way, I would
literally die. See that he's lying down before you leave."

"I'll do what I can; you do what you can."

"Wait, you forgot to bring your packet."

"I don't think it's necessary."

"No, it's part of the game. I'll get you something. Here, this just came
today. Take that in."

Faye took the lumpy manila envelope and made for the door. She left Marge
with a lot on her mind. Marge cleared her desk, then wrapped the dildoe
before taking it to the executive washroom. When she returned, she paced
nervously for several minutes before stripping in a mad rush before she lost
her nerve. When the door opened, fifteen minutes later, Marge's heart shot
to her throat and stopped beating. She heaved up in her wide- legged stance
and began working the dildoe in deep strokes. A few seconds later, a lumpy
manila envelope landed on her upraised lower abdomen, accompanied by a
feeble male voice saying, "See that this gets filed, will you, Marge?"

Faye stood naked in the doorway, holding her dress. All she could see of
Marge was her stuffed beaver. At the sound of Mr. Winter's voice, she froze
with the head of the dildoe lodged at the entrance of her cunt. The old man
said, "Faye needs a company car. She'll pick out what she wants. Have
Copeland make the arrangements with the dealer."

He then reached for the golden tuft of pubic curls, pinched a lock, and
said, "And let's get rid of this, shall we? Carry on."

With that, he returned to his office. When the door closed, Marge's ass hit
the desk top and a full lung of air came rushing out of her mouth. Faye came
over and took hold of the dildoe, sending it deep as she said, "Surprise!"

Marge raised her head to look in Faye's smiling face. She couldn't even
speak. Faye smiled as she worked the dildoe, then dipped her head to engulf
Marge's clit with her mouth. She soon had Marge's ass clear of the desk.

Faye paused from time to time to examine the cunt she was sucking and
fucking. During breaks, she kept the dildoe busy. Marge had a beautiful
pussy, much like her daughter's, but with fine golden pubic hair. She was
tight like her daughter, and the hole clung tenaciously to the shaft of the
black cock, providing Faye with a visual treat of bright pink on black. The
pink flesh clung tenaciously to the black rubber on withdrawals. They both
had pussies made for dog cock, and Faye couldn't wait to see them used that
way.

Faye surveyed Marge's mature body, impressed by it's youthful appearance.
Her skin was a bit pale. Tiny red and blue veins showed though her
translucent skin where it was the palest--on her breasts and pelvic region.
Her thighs were a bit heavy, but not unsightly. She had no cellulite or
flab, no varicose veins or scars. Her tits were bigger than Brenda's, and
were like warm jello. The hard button nipples were the same as Brenda's but
pink, not light brown.

Faye paused to say, "I don't know what you were so modest about. Your body
is exceptionally lovely."

Faye ran her left hand up Marge's torso to fondle her breasts as Marge
watched the fondling and said, "Thank you. I've just always been very shy
about showing it."

"You shouldn't be. Your cunt is especially nice. Brenda inherited your cunt.
At least, I'll know what it will look like without the hair."

"Are you saying Brenda has a bald pussy?"

"Totally. Bonnie wants nothing to get in the way. The people want to see a
dog's cock sliding in and out of a human vagina in all its naked glory.
Nothing should block their view of the cock/cunt connection, don't you
agree?"

"Absolutely. Have you thought of having her mounted like this? Someone could
hold the dog up by the front paws. That would show the penetration quite
nicely from every angle, don't you think? I saw that in a video, and it was
quite extraordinary."

"Yes, I'm sure, but you'll be holding him up. You'll also keep her shaved
close, daily."

"Yes, of course."

Faye returned to sucking and licking around the shaft of the cock. Marge
moaned and cried, "Oh, this is marvelous. I feel so wicked, so vulgar. I
can't believe he saw me like this and acted so aloof."

"Did you think he'd climb on?"

"No, but I thought he'd be furious."

"He was hardly furious, but you'd better keep this twat shaved or he might
be next time."

"I will. Did you put him up to that? You did, didn't you?"

"I'll never tell. I'm trying to make you cum. Will you please stop talking."

"If you want me to stop talking, give me something warm and wet to cover my
mouth."

Faye climbed over Marge and sat on her face, saying, "Are you happy, now?"

"Unnmh gdmuu ummm!"

"I thought so. Don't talk with your mouth full."

The women engaged in a classic sixty-nine after Faye pulled the dildoe out.
They ate each other to a mutual climax, then collapsed to gain their breath.
Faye climbed off and helped Marge down. Marge said, "When do I get to
watch?"

"Friday at three. You are going to watch on a security camera in the guard
shack. I couldn't get you in. The room is booked solid. Your daughter's act
is very popular, you know?"

"So I've heard. Will I have the place to myself?"

"No, Friday's at three are standing room only in front of that monitor, but
I was told you'd get the best seat."

"I can't watch with all those men, not that, not my own daughter having sex
with a dog."

"Yes you can, and furthermore, you'll be naked under your dress. Wear a
short, thin, form-hugging sexy dress, preferably see-thru. If you don't own
one, buy one."

"I can't do that."

"You'll have to sooner or later. It's the next step. You can keep putting it
off, but if you want to achieve your goal, you'll have to view her act that
way the first time."

"Those men are animals, Faye. I'd be lucky to get out of there alive if they
get worked up."

"They'll get worked up. They want you there because they're tired of getting
worked up with nothing but their hands to relieve themselves. You're
bringing the pussy, and I want them to take one look at you and know you
brought a hot pussy to a doggie/daughter fuck show."

"I'll do no such thing. I've never cheated on Ron in twenty-one years of
marriage."

"Well, it's time you start. If he's going to be fucking your daughter, you
should be able to play around, too."

"He won't fuck Brenda. He would, but I won't permit it."

"You break it to her, then, because she's looking forward to joining you two
in your bed. I thought you were into incestuous group scenes. You certainly
seemed interested in mine."

"Well, yes, but I never envisioned Brenda in bed with us doing those things
you described. Does she know what you do?"

"Of course she does. She'll be very disappointed if she doesn't get to
experience the thrill of fucking her father while her mother licks her pussy
and her father's dick while they fuck."

"I could never do that?"

"You said you'd make her a happy bitch for me. She won't be a happy bitch if
you don't satisfy her every sexual desire."

"I had no idea I'd have to satisfy her every sexual desire."

"How else could you make her accept her status as a human bitch unless she
can expect a reward. You scratch her back; she scratches yours; then I'll
let you scratch mine."

"We do all the scratching. Is that it?"

"If you want her back, it is. If not, just forget the whole thing. I'll find
her a suitable trainer on my own, one that's a little less squeamish."

"I want her back. If I go to that security shack, I'll be going as a whore.
That's what you're telling me, isn't it?"

"Okay, if you want it that way. Dress like a whore, and wear only the dress.
In fact, you can wear the dress I wore into the session yesterday. That
should do the job nicely."

"Impossible. If I must look provocative, I'll buy my own dress."

"I don't just want you to look provocative, I want you to be provocative. I
want you to look and act like a horny whore."

"You expect me to service them all after the show. Is that it?"

"Before, during, and after with your mouth, ass, and pussy. The dress won't
be on you very long if I know those men. I expect you'll be watching the
show in the nude, so don't spend a lot of money on that dress."

"I've never used my mouth or my ass sexually."

"You could have fooled me."

"I mean with a man."

"It's simple, just spread your legs and open your mouth. They'll pick the
hole they want to use."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is easy. In a gang bang, the female just lies there and receives sperm.
When the show's over, throw yourself in their arms. They'll take over from
there. They know where the holes are. When they're done, wipe, then put your
dress back on. Go home, take a nice hot bath, then you'll need a nap. Gang
bangs take a lot out of a girl."

"They put a lot in, too."

"Except for what you swallow, it all comes out."

"Swallow? You swallow?"

"You have to or you can't breathe. Men like to pinch your nose after they
cum in your mouth, those men especially."

"Oh god. I can't believe I'm even considering this. Friday at three, right?"

"Come early to get a good seat."

"Bend over. I've got to shove this dick up your ass. I may enjoy this."

Faye bent forward and pulled her cheeks apart, saying, "Where's your
string?"

"I remember how deep it was. Just hold steady. I'll let you know when it's
right."

Marge shoved the big cock all the way in and drew out slowly, saying, "I
spoke with my sister about you. We didn't actually talk openly about our
sexuality, but I think I made myself clear. She understood. She wants to
tutor you after school. She suggested Thursday at seven. Same classroom."

"Tomorrow Thursday?"

"Yes, can you make it?"

"I don't see why not. I hope there's no misunderstanding. If I only get
tutored, I'll be pissed."

"I'll talk to her again tonight and be more direct. I sure don't want you
pissed."

"Don't be more direct. Be direct. Tell her you are bisexual and that I let
you gorge yourself between my legs. Tell her I am also strongly bisexual,
but I will only serve a woman who takes charge. If she teases me, it will be
our last meeting. If she can't have me groveling between her legs five
minutes after I arrive, I'll leave, and if I don't cum three times in our
hour together, I'll go elsewhere next time. You make damn sure she
understands what I want."

"That's a tall order. I'm not sure how she'll take it. I doubt she'd be
willing to go that far on school grounds."

"Well, find out before I waste a trip out there. If I waste my time, I'll be
pissed."

"All right. I'll be direct, but the date might get canceled. I'll let you
know first thing tomorrow morning. There, your ass is right. You're free to
go. What kind of car do you plan to get?"

"Something sporty. A red convertible would drive my husband nuts. Do you
think I'd look good in a Corvette?"

"You'd look good in a go kart, but a Corvette would suit you. Have the
dealer call me. Copeland will probably buy it on lease. I want it free and
clear. If I know Winters, he'll eventually sign the title over to you."

"Thanks, Marge. You really are a good sport, aren't you?"

"I know your heart's in the right place, but you ask the impossible. I also
know it's not all from the heart. A lot of this is coming from your clit. I
think you'd like nothing more than to see a mother and daughter cavorting
with a dog before an audience, or servicing you as a team. I think that's
where this is all headed."

Faye reached between Marge's legs and rudely inserted two fingers as she
said, "And I think your motivation to go along has little to do with saving
your daughter. I think you're a slut at heart, and you'd love to keep her as
a family pet. You don't want Brenda released until she's hooked solidly on
dog cock. Don't worry. I won't release her until she's ready to beg you to
get her a dog. She'll make you a good pet for many years if you go along
with me and stop pretending to be anything other than what you really are?"

Marge was on tip toes, biting her lower lip. She said in a voice dripping
with passion, "What am I really?"

"You're a horny slut, a whore, and a bestial bitch with a driving passion to
experience every sensual pleasure while you still have your good looks and
sexy body. You're tired of watching others have all the fun while life
marches by at a dull cadence."

Faye withdrew her fingers and left Marge hanging on the edge of a climax.
She also left that thought hanging. The impending climax eventually
diminished.

Faye left the plant with Bonnie to go car and dildoe shopping. She bought
a new red Corvette convertible and a variety of dildoes. She returned Bonnie
to the plant and drove her new car to the security shack to show it off.
She arrived in time for the shift change and properly met seven more brothers.

She gave Bubba a ride home. They took the long way home, by way of her
parent's home. There, Bubba met her humble hubby. He was much more humble
when they left--and full.

Faye arrived at the plant the following morning eager for another day
of debauchery. She drove her car straight to the security shack in time
for the morning shift change. There she properly befriended the last of
her brothers--the graveyard shift. After arriving at the plant an hour
early, she ended up being an hour late. Faye entered the plant through
the shipping/receiving door, feeling well-lubricated.

She was eager to get with Marge to find out how her conversation went
with her sister. Faye thought of little else since finding out that her
ex-English teacher wanted to get together with her.

Ms. Brewer played a big role in her fantasies since the first time Faye
picked-up the subtle signs that the older woman was trying to seduce her.
She'd had females come onto her before, but none intrigued her quite like
Ms. Brewer. Her technique would have worked had she just pressed her advantage
and gone for the kill.

Faye found Ms. Brewer attractive, but it was mostly her stern, authoritative
role as teacher/mentor that fired Faye's imagination and made her juices
pour down. They met after school, two or three times a week in the last
semester of her senior year. There, in the almost empty building, Faye
sat in an empty classroom, at a student desk brought out to the front of
the classroom. There, she wrote while Ms. Brewer, armed with an eighteen-inch
ruler, walked around her, slapping the ruler into her palm, occasionally
slapping Faye's bare shin: arms, legs, breast swells.

She used the ruler to expose more flesh than would normally be available
for torment. She was expert at undoing blouse buttons, and the skirt always
ended up in Faye's lap before a session was over. Her inner thighs and
breasts were prime targets at the end of each session.

The slaps were never that painful and only left redness that disappeared
rather quickly. It wasn't so much the discipline that fired Faye's passions;
it was the writing she was forced to do.

Under Ms. Brewer's tutelage, Faye wrote pornography. She wrote filth,
and should she slip and use a word like vagina instead of cunt, she received
a slap. The slide into pornographic writing was gradual. At first, she
wrote ordinary high-school-girl daydreams of romance, career, marriage,
and children. At the slightest inference of anything sexual, she was admonished
to "explore that idea," or "expound on that," or "draw
out the tiny details," and "paint the picture."

In this way, Ms. Brewer eventually had Faye writing porn. Over a period
of months, Faye had to draw on every innocent fantasy she had to feed Ms.
Brewer's penchant for filth. She eventually drew on her real life of sexual
abuse, presenting them as fantasies. Ms. Brewer loved these stories most
of all. Faye told her everything in intimate detail, painting realistic
pictures that made them both very slimy between the legs.

Toward the end of a session, Faye would be slumped in her seat with
her knees wide, exposing the broad, sopping wet crotch of her panties for
numerous strikes from the exciting ruler. Ms. Brewer would sometimes rub
the flat of her ruler against panty-covered cunt guts, or send it under
a leg band to wet the ruler. The ruler took trips inside her clothing,
scraped turgid nipples, and teased a sensitive clit as she struggled to
write. Ms. Brewer spent most of her time behind Faye, looking over her
shoulder as she wrote. Hidden behind her back, the matronly teacher frigged
off.

The teacher did little to hide the fact that she played with her pussy
at Faye's back. The excited teen could hear and smell the signs of masturbation,
but that wasn't the only sign. Ms. Brewer had a habit of grasping Faye
by the face, cupping her slimy fingers over the girl's mouth to turn her
head in making a point. She made points of grammar and style, but she mostly
made it a point to show Faye what a mature, aroused vagina smelled and
tasted like.

Yes, Faye tasted her mentor's pussy. In parting, the fingers always
slid through her slack lips, in effect, wiping themselves through her lips.
There were times when the obscene act were anything but subtle, and fingers
slipping inside her mouth were anything but accidents. She found that keeping
her jaw slack helped accidents happen.

In their last month, the sessions were daily events and sexual from
the start. When Faye took her seat, she'd insure she wasn't sitting on
her skirt. In this way the skirt could be pushed past her panties. She
wore blouses that had loose button holes that came undone easily. She wore
half-cup bras or no bra at all. On the last week, she wore nothing under
her skirt and blouse. She took the ruler smacks on her bare cunt and on
bare nipples.

In addition, she wrote the filthiest scenarios tailored to Ms. Brewer's
taste for incest and submissive fems. She did all this to lure her teacher
out in the open, but her efforts failed. The closest Ms. Brewer came was
to replace the ruler with a hand. She used that hand to feed her pupil
slut slime--the pupil's and the teacher's.

Still, as frustrating as these sessions were, it was the most exciting
sexual experience of her youth, and the prospect of seeing Ms. Brewer once
again, fired her imagination. Though her sex life had advanced by leaps
and bounds in a few short days, she longed to pick up where she left off
with her teacher.

Faye spoke with Marge by phone and her heart beat wildly on hearing
the good news. Marge said, "I did it, Faye. I spoke with Barbara.
We let it all hang out. We told each other everything. We talked over the
phone for two hours. She'll play it exactly as you want it. I also found
out that she has been molesting my daughter since the third grade. She
was thrilled to learn about Brenda's demise, the tattoo, everything. She
can't wait to see her in action. She offered to buy the perfect dog."

"Wonderful, I hope you gave her the go-ahead."

"I did. I thought about all you said yesterday. I'm going all the
way. You lead; I'll follow. I'm ready, eager, and willing. I want it all,
Faye. Lead me to the lowest depths and keep me there."

"I intend to, and I expect you to lead Brenda."

"I will, and I intend to keep her there. I'll make her a pet. She'll
be my pet, but I'll be yours."

"Excellent. You might be interested to learn that the video camera
we'll have for tomorrow's show will be a hand-held one. I'll do the shooting
with you in mind. We're going to get up-close and personal. When that dog
dick enters your little girl's pussy, you'll be getting the flea's eye
view. Of course, you'll share that view with twenty or so very horny mother
fuckers."

"Oh, yes! I'll be shaved and shameless. I'm already shaved. I'm
masturbating at my desk with the door unlocked. I guess I'm shameless as
well."

"No, get naked and do it. Then, you'll be shameless."

"I don't dare. People are in and out constantly. No one knocks."

"So, everybody's going to know what a horny slut you are by tomorrow."

"They will, won't they?"

"Yes, especially after they see the pictures Bonnie and I will
be circulating of your security shack gang bang."

"Oh God! You'll do that, too, won't you?"

"Absolutely. We've got it all arranged--five cameras and ten rolls
of film. There will be plenty to go around. The photo-copier will get a
workout."

"Good Lord! I suppose this was inevitable. I knew you were going
to do something like that."

"Does that change your mind?"

"No, my mind is made up. Fuck it! I'm stripping naked. Hold on."

Faye smiled and stroked a finger through her slimy slit. When Marge
got back on the line, the excitement was in her voice as she said, "I
did it, Faye. Not only that, I stepped to the front of my desk. I'm leaning
against my desk, facing the door with my feet wide apart, fingering my
pussy."

"Good for you, and what will you do if that door bursts open on
you, run?"

"I'm not planning on it. I'll try to keep going until I cum. Mr.
Winters has already caught me fingering my cunt twice this morning. The
first time, I yanked my hand out. He smiled, came over, raised my skirt,
and stared at me pussy. He was still smiling, so I let my legs fall open
to show him my shaved twat. He smiled bigger and told me to keep up the
good work. The second time he caught me fingering myself, I didn't stop.
He told me I was due for a raise. I think if he saw me doing this I'd get
that raise for...OH SHIT! [klunk]..."

Faye heard the gasp coming from the door after the phone came to a rest
on the desktop. She heard Marge's apologetic cry, then Marge's voice as
she said, "I have to go..."

"DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME." Shouted Faye.

"I have company, Faye."

"Marge, finish."

"Faye, please!"

"Finish, Marge, or the whole deal is off."

"Faye?"

"Who's there?"

"Johhny Clark is here with Stella from purchasing."

"Perfect. Finish. Marge, finish. I'll bet they took seats, didn't
they?"

"Yes."

"You got behind your desk, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Get back out there and show them how a horny slut masturbates."

"Faye..."

"Do it, damnit!"

A pregnant pause ensued, then Marge's resolute voice, saying, "All
right, damn it. I'll do it. I'm doing it, now. I'm back in front of my
desk, facing them. They're smiling. They're looking at my body. They're
staring between my legs, watching me finger my pussy. Oh, God, Faye, I
feel so decadent."

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yes, so good. I'm bowing my knees out so they can get a better
look between my legs, at my bald pussy. They're staring at my pussy, at
me finger fucking my horny cunt. Oh, Faye! Oh...Uh! Uh! Oh, God! I'm cumming,
Faye. Oh, yes...yes...yessss...yessssss. [klunk]

Seconds later, Johnny's voice came on the line. "Good job, Faye."

"Where is the slut?"

"On the floor at my feet trying to catch her breath."

"What is Stella doing?"

"Pinching herself."

Faye laughed, then said, "Have you fucked that prude, yet?"

"No, but I think I'm about to. I owe you."

"You owe me a fuck, you horny bastard."

"That's what I meant. Our horny executive sexytary is on her feet,
getting back in her dress. Care to talk to her?"

"Yes, put her back on."

Faye waited a few seconds and heard, "It's me, Marge."

"Bravo."

"Thanks, I think."

"No, you did right. Put the past well behind you. This is an excellent
start. Stella's a blabbermouth, and Johnny will get the word out to the
white shirts. You're launched."

"If you say so. I have to go now."

"Okay. Tell your sister we have a date at seven."

"She knows; she'll be waiting."

"Bye!"

* * *

Faye went straight home after work on Thursday. She had one thing on
her mind--the meeting with Barbara Brewer at the High School. She entered
her home, walking in on a scene from Dante's Inferno: her mother was naked
and being held by her father while Mark and Charlene took belts to her
twisting, struggling body. Faye just shook her head and moved on through.

Faye concentrated on one thing--getting ready for Ms. Brewer. She intended
to restore her appearance to her high school days. She selected the short,
loose skirt and matching blouse that she'd worn almost as a uniform in
her last month.

She also took great pains to restore her hair and make-up to her high
school mode, pulling her long hair back and placing it in a wide clip.
She wore make-up in high school, but went easy on lipstick and eye shadow.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she had just enough time to
make the five mile trip.

Faye stepped across the body of her mother, a body that was stretched
backward over an ottoman, getting screwed at both ends. No one said a word
as she came and went.

Arriving at the high school was like stepping back in time. Seven PM
was their usual meeting time. The school remained open until ten PM for
adult classes and to allow teachers quiet time to do work in their classrooms.

Ms. Brewer's classroom was in a wing that held no adult education classes,
so was always deathly quiet at seven in the evening. This was not the case
on her return. A small crowd of adults milled about outside one of the
classrooms, waiting for the class to begin. Three doors down, Faye timidly
knocked on Barbara Brewer's door and heard a stern, familiar command to
enter.

Faye felt as though she had actually gone back in time. All that happened
between graduation and that moment ceased to exist. She felt frightened,
yet excited. She had always had mixed feelings about keeping an appointment
to see Ms. Brewer after school hours. The sessions were humiliating and
painful ordeals, disgusting, bizarre, and frightening ordeals that left
her emotionally drained but sexually frustrated wanting to scream.

The drive home was always a torture as she slowly came down from her
sexual high and was left sore and aching, feeling used, degraded, filthy,
and degenerate. She drove home in a car that reeked of vaginal scent, and
she always had to check the rear-view mirror for stray pubic hairs stuck
to her lips or chin. Half the time, she found one or two. Still, she always
returned for more, because each time she returned, she got more. She never
got all, and that's why she wanted to go back.

With a rapidly beating heart, Faye opened the door and stepped in. She
stood with her hands held submissively behind her back. Ms. Brewer looked
exactly the same. She even held the same well-used wooden ruler, and slapped
it to her palm as she curtly said, "You're three minutes late, Miss
Andrews."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Brewer. I had trouble getting my car started."

As Ms. Brewer advanced on her menacingly, Faye saw the desk placed ready
for her with a writing tablet and pencil in place. Ms. Brewer circled her
in silence. There was no familiar greeting as would be expected at a reunion.
She, too, appeared to be going back in time. She gave Faye a hard smack
on the ass and said, "Take your seat!"

Faye remembered her last session. She was nude under her loose clothing,
just as she'd been back then. When she sat, she pushed the skirt out in
sitting, resting her bare ass on worn wood, just as she had fourteen months
prior. Just as she'd done fourteen months ago, Ms. Brewer came over and
used the ruler to slide the skirt up Faye's legs, exposing her naked pussy.

Faye tensed under this familiar ordeal, but did something she hadn't
done the last time she underwent this crude exam--she let her knees drift
apart. Faye noticed the look of awed astonishment in Barbara Brewer's eyes.
Barbara dropped to her knees, turned Faye obliquely in her seat, and pried
her knees out to gaze on the provocative spread.

In a fit of passion, Ms. Brewer took the tails of Faye's blouse and
ripped the buttons off in one parting pull that left Faye bare-chested
and bare-cunted. Ms. Brewer's face then went between her legs and merged
with cunt guts. When Ms. Brewer went down, Faye noticed something else
that was different--the door was slowly falling open on squeakless hinges.
She had forgotten, it was her job to see that the door was locked. Obviously,
she hadn't even made sure it completely closed.

Faye was torn by the desire to rectify that major oversight, but she
heard no noise from the hall. Ms. Brewer seemed oblivious, so Faye settled
lower in her seat and enjoyed a very enthusiastic cunt gobbling.

Faye knew she was not going to experience her fantasy. Ms. Brewer lost
control and came out of character. Her true, cunt-adoring character came
through and Faye could see that Barbara was indeed Marge's twin. They had
obviously exchanged tips on her preferred way of being eaten, because Barbara
was eating her in the preferred way, sucking on cunt guts, pausing from
time to time to lap slut slime from the hole.

Faye raised her right leg and rested it on the small desk top. She hooked
her left heel on the book rack beneath the desk. She yawned her beaver
and settled in for a pleasurable cunt munching. It was while reaching between
her legs with both hands to pull her fleshy cunt lips apart that she caught
a glimpse of a man wearing tennis shoes, frozen in the wide open doorway.

Her immediate reaction was to jump, but she fought that. She didn't
even look over. Instead, she partially sealed her eyes as though in the
throes of ecstasy, peering at him through slits. He motioned to someone,
or someone's in the hall, making a finger gesture to be quiet. At that
instant, Faye resolved to remain in a state of ecstasy.

A crowd slowly grew in the doorway--five men and three women. Three
of the men and one woman eased inside the classroom on tippy toes until
they stood behind Barbara looking down on the scene. Faye was thrilled
as three more women joined the hall group. The hall group gradually eased
into the classroom and stood quietly with an excellent view.

They appeared to be the typical adult education class whose teacher
hadn't showed up. They were in their thirties and forties, but were not
paired up. If they had formed friendships, they were extremely shallow
and would end when the class ended. That much Faye picked up by observing
them in the hall. They didn't appear concerned with what their classmates
thought of their unabashed act of voyeurism. They were a group of individuals,
each being silent for their own reasons.

They all appeared fascinated with what they were seeing. None appeared
ready to bolt. None looked shocked or incensed. She doubted any of them
would report what they'd seen. This was a faceless group that could witness
a mugging but see nothing when questioned. Faye realized she could probably
open her eyes and not frighten them off. Slowly, she did just that, and
she slowly found out she was right.

She panned the assembly making eye contact with some. Most gave her
an acknowledging glance up, but immediately refocused on her intimate areas,
especially her splayed crotch. Two of the women gave her smiling looks
that seemed to say, "That looks wonderful. Please don't stop."

Faye exchanged smiles with several in the group before breaking the
silence, saying, "How do you like eating my pussy, Barbara?"

Barbara glanced up at the inappropriate use of her first name, smiled,
and said, "I adore eating your pussy, Faye. Marge was right. You are
a lesbian's dream."

Several in the crowd had to cup their mouths to keep in snickers or
laughs. Faye said, "Your sister should know. Tell me, Barbara, how
many students have you molested in your career?"

Barbara paused to consider answering, then shrugged and said, "Not
all that many. I pick one to work on each semester. I'd say half of those
eventually go all the way. If you want numbers, I'd say thirty. You're
the best, I must say."

"Thank you. If you want to keep eating me, keep sucking my cunt
while you get naked."

"That won't be easy, and that wasn't part of my plan."

"I don't want it to be easy, and your plan fell apart when you
dropped to your knees. I'm giving you the opportunity to salvage this session,
only you be the fem this time."

In answer, Barbara glued her mouth to the beaver and blindly began stripping.
The crowd looked on in amused interest as the older woman made a fool of
herself exposing herself. The difficult task took five minutes, but it
was worth it. When she was finished, she was on hands and knees, lapping
cunt like a dog.

Barbara had a body like Marge's but with fuller, more pendulous breasts.
The six people who were directly behind her obviously liked what they were
seeing of her rear view. Three stooped low to peer between her legs. Several
women cupped their smiling mouths.

Inspired by the scene of Bonnie with her mother, Faye said, "I
want to fuck your face. Stick your tongue way out. Let me see what a prick
you can be."

Barbara extended her stiff tongue, making a much better prick than her
mother had. Barbara's tongue was a good four inches outside her mouth,
perfect for obscene fucking by a shaved beaver full of cunt guts. People
closed in to watch Faye slide her cunt over that tongue and take up a fucking
motion. Faye said, "Play with your pussy, slut!"

While Faye used her beaver to totally slime Barbara's face, the passionate
teacher fucked herself on mad fingers, much to the amusement of those behind
her. Six were now kneeling at her rear as four more stood behind them.

Faye reached a climax on Barbara's tongue, then presented her splayed
cunt for the obligatory licking of the slut slime. Barbara reached her
climax while scouring Faye's leaky hole. When they recovered, and while
Barbara continued her lazy licking, Faye calmly said, "Barbara, I'm
not sure I locked the door."

Barbara's head shot up. She stood and turned toward the door and screamed.
People began calmly leaving as she grabbed clothing to hide her nakedness.
When the last smiling intruder filed out, Barbara rushed to close and lock
the door. When she turned to face Faye, she had a full-body blush and fire
filled her eyes. She cried, "Are you insane?"

Faye stood and adjusted her skirt, saying, "Relax. They loved it."

While Faye tied the blouse below her breasts as Barbara said, "You
don't know that. Don't you realize what you've done? I have a career."

"You're tenured, and I'm an adult. Relax."

"I confessed to molesting thirty students, you ignorant bitch."

Faye marched over and slapped Barbara hard across the face. Barbara
cowed, dropping the clothes she clutched to her body. Faye yelled, "Don't
you ever call me a bitch, you dyke child molester! You ran the risk of
exposure when you molested your first child. You finally fucked up, just
be lucky you were caught with an adult by people who enjoyed the show."

Still cowering, rubbing her cheek, Barbara said, "What makes you
think they won't report this?"

"They might, you never know, but I could tell each and every one
loved every second. Time will tell."

"And what am I supposed to do in the interim, sweat out every day?"

Faye thought for a moment, then smiled, saying, "Not necessarily."

"And why not necessarily?"

"Because you can nip this in the bud right now. Come on. Lets go
out and talk to them."

Faye took Barbara by the elbow, while reaching for the door. Barbara
drew back, saying, "What are you doing?"

"We're going out there to make a deal."

"No! I can't! Not like this."

"They've seen it all. Come on."

Faye opened the door and dragged Barbara into the hall. Barbara resisted
until they were in the hall and saw the group talking excitedly in small
groups. They stopped talking when the two emerged. Faye pushed the naked
teacher toward the people. Barbara stumbled along only half resisting until
she was presented to the group with Faye at her side, still holding her
by the elbow.

Faye addressed the people, saying, "Ms. Brewer would like to offer
each of you a bribe for your silence. Isn't that right, Barbara?"

Barbara could not speak, but nodded, cowering behind her hands that
tried to shield her nakedness. Faye pulled her hands away and made her
stand erect, shoulders back, feet apart. When Barbara was finally set in
a humiliating pose, Faye said, "In exchange for your silence, Ms.
Brewer is offering her sexual services to each of you. Isn't that right,
Barbara?"

Barbara nodded. Faye went on, "She will be here everyday at this
time for the next two weeks to serve you in any way you wish. Work out
a schedule among yourselves. You may come two or three at a time if you'd
like. You can all come at once every day if you like. How ever many show
up, you'll have her for one hour, no holes barred. Is that agreeable to
everyone?"

Faye and Barbara watched as each person nodded in turn. When they received
a final nod from the last person, Barbara visibly relaxed. Faye moved behind
her and reached through her arms to delve into her crotch. Barbara stiffened
momentarily, but relaxed as Faye began massaging her pussy and hardly flinched
when her cunt lips were rudely pried open. Faye said, "As you can
see, she's a hot and horny bitch with a strong desire to please. Isn't
that right, Barbara?"

Barbara nodded, then said, "Yes!"

"Bring a friend. Bring your kids. She loves kids. Hell, bring your
pets. She'll fuck anything and everything that comes through her classroom
door from seven to eight for the next two weeks. What she's saying is,
her ass belongs to this group for ten hours of unbridled debauchery. Isn't
that right, slut?"

"Yes. She's right."

Faye released the humbled and humiliated teacher, then turned her. She
smacked Barbara on her ass, then marched her back to the classroom. Once
inside with the door closed, Barbara fell to her knees and buried her face
under Faye's skirt. Faye pissed in her teacher's face, then left without
a promise to return. As Faye climbed into her Corvette, feeling totally
satisfied and relieved, she knew she would not be returning. She had experienced
closure.

* * *

On Friday, all Faye could think about was the three O:clock doggie show
with Marge watching from the guard shack. The show was all Marge could
think about as well. Faye paid her several visits throughout the day, insuring
she didn't have a change of heart. Each visit helped, because Marge was
a nervous wreck.

By two O:clock, the entire plant was abuzz with the juicy gossip. Bonnie
fed the rumor mill, and requests for space in Max's office had never been
higher. Bonnie had her "A" list, but spent her day adjusting
and re-adjusting that list. By two O:clock, she had thirty-eight and needed
to pare that down to a reasonable two dozen. The trouble was, she wanted
all thirty-eight to be present and had ten more from her "B"
list she would want there.

Faye and Bonnie pondered the list, making adjustments, but their last
pondering added two more to the "A" list--Stella and one of the
purchasing agents who had been trying to get in her knickers for years.
After witnessing Marge's uninhibited masturbation exhibition, Stella was
a changed woman. After screwing Johnny Clark in his office, she was an
adulterous, changed woman. Witnessing the doggie show she'd heard so much
about was just what Stella needed to make the change permanent.

The married mother of five was as nervous as Marge, but she showed up
for work on Friday morning wearing the sexiest outfit she'd ever worn--a
very short dress with high heels. Everyone in purchasing speculated as
to whether she was naked under the dress, as she appeared to be braless.
Bonnie ended the debate by marching up to Stella as she sat at the purchasing
department reception desk. While Stella talked on the phone with a vendor
agent trying to make an appointment, Bonnie winked at the five male agents
looking on from the side, then made her move on Stella.

Stella seemed to know what was coming, but did little to defend herself.
You'd have thought she were talking to the President of the United States
the way she clung to the phone and tried to remain calm. Bonnie found it
relatively easy to move the dress into her lap, and almost as easy to unbutton
the front of her dress to her belly button. After turning Stella's chair
to face her grinning admirers, she pulled the top open until both titties
were bare. Stella endured the exposure in an ineffective crouch, but kept
talking.

After adding Stella and Mark, Bonnie said, "Shit, now we have forty.
That settles it. We have to find another location for this shindig. I don't
want to lose anyone; in fact, I've got ten more I want added."

Faye said, "Where else can we do this?"

"I'm thinking. It has got to be a room twice as big as Max's office,
and it'll have to have a camera cable we can easily attach the remote camera
to. There's no time to be running new cable. Think, Faye, where did you
see cameras when you watched those monitors?"

Faye ruled out all offices as most were smaller than Max's, then her
eyes lit up as she recalled the loft. She said, "They have a camera
set up to look down on the loft. There's a cot up there where the workers
take their worker-bee sluts. The place is huge, but there's no walls or
doors."

"Who gives a fuck about walls and doors. The loft is perfect. Call
your horny brothers and tell them to get that place set up. We need a big
space cleared, and we need extra lighting."

"I'll call them."

"Do that, and tell them to get Brenda's bench out of Max's office.
Have it set up in the center with nothing within a ten-foot radius around
it. You're going to need room to work the camera."

"Are you sure Brenda won't freak?"

"I've been working on her. I've got her mind between her legs.
All she can think about is her Mommy watching the show with all those men
in the guard shack. I've never seen her this hot. We could do this on the
production floor, and she'd put on a good show."

"I just left Marge, and she'd like that. You know, Bonnie, I think
it would be good if those two got together before showtime. I'd like Brenda
to see how her mother is dressed for the show, and I'd like Marge to get
a good close-up look at her daughter in her show uniform."

"Humm, yes, that might be a great idea. It can't hurt if it's handled
right. Brenda still isn't quite sure we aren't fucking with her head."

"I get the same feeling from Marge. She'd like to believe me, but
she's unsure."

"You have to keep in mind that both of those bitches are at the
extreme edge of their limit right now. We can't push hard. You'd better
let me handle everything once they meet."

"Whatever you think is best. I was thinking it might relax them
a bit. I know Marge is pretty keyed-up."

"Yeah, well, I doubt it will relax either one, and relaxing them
wasn't what I had in mind. Nothing cures anxiety quite like a raging case
of the hot-twat. Let me handle building the fires between their legs. Just
be prepared to follow my lead, and at my nod, get lovie dovie with Mother
Marge. Give Baby Brenda a peak at the goodies Mommy is taking to the pound."

"The pound! How apprapo. Oh, yes, this sounds like fun."

"You haven't seen anything, yet, Faye. Wait'll you see them after
the show. We'll have to pry them apart with crow bars."

"You know, that gives me a great idea, Bonnie. Since Brenda will
finish before Marge even gets cranking, why not bring her to the guard
shack."

"Not bad. Four women. Twenty men. I like the odds. Are there any
good cocks in that bunch?"

"I think so. I've tried them all, and six of them can have me any
time they want. Five of those are black, and the odds might be twenty-six
to four."

"All right. We'll do it that way. Again, when we arrive, let me
MC the show."

"You got it, PT Barnum. Shall I fetch Marge now?"

"No, bring her down ten minutes prior to show time. Bring her to
Max's office. I'll be primping the bitch, and I'll have Chesty in the room."

"Oh, God, I'm getting wet."

"Why don't you go fuck yourself. If you don't, you'll be a blubbering
idiot when I need you cool and collected."

"Aye Aye, Sir!"

"And one other thing. When you're filming, don't spend all your
time on the cock-to-bitch connection. Take shots of the whole scene from
time to time, and pan the audience. I want Marge to see how many are witnessing
this debauchery and the audience reaction to it. When you've seen this
a dozen times, the crowd is more fun to watch than the show itself."

"Will it be a circle fuck?"

"I'm sure it will once the actions gets hot and heavy. Circle fucks
just happen."

"Excuse me, but I must go fuck myself, now!"

"Do that. See you in a bit."

* * *

Faye entered Marge's office twenty minutes prior to show time. Marge
sat at her desk, looking at her heavily-made-up face in a hand-held mirror.
She set the mirror down and stood when Faye entered. Faye smiled on seeing
Marge in the obscenely brief dress.

Marge came around to stand before Faye. The dress hugged her body like
a second skin. The hem-line just barely covered her pussy and exposed all
of the upper portions of her breasts with the upper crests of each nipple
showing. She wore five-inch heels that did wonders for her bare legs.

Marge said, "God, Faye, I am so nervous. I feel positively slutty."

"You look positively slutty. You are naked under that, aren't you?"

"Yes, not even a hair to hide behind. I can't believe I'm considering
going out like this. I feel naked. I'd like to throw something over this
just for the walk through the plant."

"Absolutely not. Everyone is eagerly waiting to see you just as
you are. Word travels fast here, or weren't you aware?"

"I might have known. Do they know why I'm dressed like this? Do
they know where I'm going and what I'll be doing?"

"Of course, they do. Bonnie and I saw to that. There's not a soul
in this facility that doesn't know you're on your way to watch your daughter's
breeding with twenty-six horny men to keep you from getting bored."

"Oh God, what must they be thinking?"

"They think you're horny. They think you're a hard-up slut that
gets off on watcher her daughter getting screwed by a dog in a crowd. They'll
have proof on Monday morning. Come on, we have a quick stop to make on
the way out."

"Stop? Where?"

"Why, to see the show girl, of course."

"Oh, no, I can't face her like this."

"Nonsense. She is expecting you to look like this. She was told
you promised to dress like a whore in order to watch the show with the
security guards. She won't be disappointed."

"Please, Faye, I just can't."

"Yes, you can. She's as nervous as you are, and we need her calmed
down. I want you to re-assure her, to tell her you had a total change of
heart and now fully support Bonnie. She's heard that from me, but she needs
to hear that from her Mommy."

"Faye, I'm begging you. I wouldn't know what to say to her. I'd
be so ashamed and too inhibited. I'll freeze. I may run."

"I won't let you freeze or run. I'll be right there at your side.
Come, it's time to start your new life and kick off this new relationship
with your bitch daughter. Brenda needs to meet her new trainer."

Faye took Marge's hand and started them moving. Marge reluctantly hobbled
along on weak knees that wobbled on five-inch heels. When they rounded
the corner and stepped out on the landing, a large crowd stood waiting
at the bottom. Marge groaned on seeing the fifty-odd people looking up
her legs.

She negotiated the steps in a trance, her face a deep red blush. Faye
assisted. The crowd parted at the bottom as they stepped to the floor.
Marge was in a stupor as she followed, led by the hand. They walked down
the center aisle of the production floor as workers halted work and lined
the aisle. Marge appeared to be on the verge of hyper-ventilating, but
trudged along.

When they arrived at Max's office door, Faye knocked twice and entered,
pulling Marge along. When the door shut behind her, she saw Brenda splayed
out on the bench with Bonnie between her legs, shaving her pussy. She also
saw Chesty licking Brenda's face. He also had six inches of bright-red
cock hanging out of his sheath.

On seeing her mother, Brenda tensed, then slowly relaxed as she saw
what her mother was wearing. Faye moved Marge to stand at Brenda's right
side at the shoulder, giving Brenda a look up bare legs to a bare cunt.
Marge saw where her daughter's eyes focused and wanted to find a hole to
curl-up in and die.

Faye stood close, placing her arm affectionately low around Marge's
hip. Bonnie looked up from the wide beaver and said, "Just putting
the finishing touches on my bitch's cunt. We have a big crowd on hand for
this show. I want her looking her best." Bonnie wiped and patted the
pussy dry, saying, "There. How's that look, Marge? Is this prime bitch
pussy or what?"

Faye caught the subtle nod and began running her hand lovingly on Marge's
leg, curling fingers toward the crotch as she hugged herself closer. Marge
had avoided looking into her daughter's crotch, but was now forced to look.

She saw Bonnie's hands pressed against the inside of Brenda's thighs,
the thumbs peeling back the lips, exposing her daughter's pristine, coral-pink
hole. This electrifying sight coupled with Faye's fingertips, which were
now teasing her slit under her daughter's watchful eyes, sent a power surge
of erotic energy through the distraught woman. She nodded and said, "Yes,
I'm sure she'll be making a powerful impression."

Faye eased behind Marge and brought both hands into play between her
legs by reaching around the hips from either side. The hem came up well
above her pussy, giving her daughter the perfect view of her mother getting
masturbated and finger fucked.

Marge ran her eyes up Brenda's body, pausing to appreciate the details.
Her leather micro was folded back on her flat tummy, and the matching halter
presented her breasts much as Marge's dress presented her own, only Brenda
showed more nipple It was the tattoo that Marge stopped to focus on before
looking in Brenda's eyes, eyes that had to leave the erotic sight taking
place between her mother's legs in order to make eye contact.

Faye whispered in Marge's ear, "Put the bitch at ease."

It was Brenda who spoke first, saying, "I guess it's true what
they said--you have had a change of heart, haven't you?"

Marge took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I have. Faye has helped
me realize how my pissy attitude made things more difficult on you. I've
done a one-eighty, Brenda."

"She was right. I'm glad to hear that."

"Yes, Bonnie won the war. I have to accept that."

"All's fair in love and war. Is that what you mean, Mom?"

"Exactly. You are Bonnie's bitch. I fully accept that, now."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Bonnie interrupted to say, "Bitch, pull those knees back more and
push down. I need to get this bitch pussy of yours drooling. I want that
first dramatic exposure to show the audience how ready and receptive you
are."

Brenda complied and Bonnie used her two middle fingers in a crude finger-fuck,
sloshing in an already sloppy twat. The action drew Marge's eyes to her
daughter's obscenely splayed crotch. This time, she stared openly without
the slightest hesitation. She watched for a few seconds, then said, "Yes,
I intend to be supportive of Bonnie from now on, Brenda. You are her bitch.
I want you to accept that fact, sweetheart."

"I do, Mom. I accepted that long ago."

"Yes, but I want you to be a good bitch from now on, Brenda. Faye
tells me you haven't always been very cooperative, that you sometimes display
a negative attitude. I want that to cease."

The situation, and the maddening finger-fucking were having their effect
on the passionate girl. She breathlessly said, "I'll try, Mom, I really
will try."

Marge ran her fingers over her daughter's studded dog collar and said,
"No, you'll do more than try. You're Bonnie's bitch. She owns you,
Brenda. She has the right to mate her bitch as often and however she sees
fit. She also has the right to expect her bitch to be a good, obedient
bitch. I'm going to help Bonnie in any way I can. I gave my word."

"I understand, Mom. I'll be a good bitch from now on, I promise."

"Sweetheart, they'd like to see a bitch in heat when they mate
you. That's what being a good bitch entails. Can you act that way?"

"Yes. Mom, I am a bitch in heat. I won't have to act. Just look
how wet my pussy is. That's mostly from thinking about what's going to
happen in a few minutes."

"Yes, you certainly do look like a bitch in heat. I want you to
move back home, Brenda. I want to help you. I want to serve as your trainer.
I promised Faye and Bonnie I'd serve in that capacity."

"I'd like that very much."

"Then it's settled. You'll come home with me after this performance,
okay?"

"Yes. I can get my things later."

"I'm getting you a dog, Brenda, a dog to practice on. Your Aunt
Barbara is picking out a suitable animal as we speak. We may have one by
the time we arrive home."

"Does Daddy know?"

"He'll know shortly after we arrive. I've dropped a few hints.
He'll accept this much easier than I did, I assure you. Bonnie wants us
to treat you like a bitch at home. That's the only way she'll let you move
back with us. I intend to follow the letter and the spirit of her instructions.
You'll move back home as a bitch, you do understand that, don't you?"

"Yes. I'll be a good bitch for you and Daddy. I want to come home."

Faye released Marge and lifted Chesty up by the front paws when he squeezed
in between the two women and began licking Marge's pussy through fingers.
Marge dropped to her knees. Chesty's now erect cock stood straight up about
ten inches from the sheath, the thick slab of dog cock captivating Marge's
attention. The cock bobbed between their two faces as mother and daughter
looked at each other past the throbbing dog dick.

Brenda reached for the cock and curled her fingers around it, saying,
"Does it bother you seeing me do this with a dog?"

Marge placed her hand on his sheath and excitedly said, "No. Put
it in your mouth, Brenda. Let me see you suck on the dog's dick."

Brenda got up on her side and angled the rod to her mouth. Her lips
flowed over the chiseled tip and slid down six inches on the shaft until
her mouth yawned over the growing knot. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked,
fighting back the gag reflex.

Marge was clearly awed by what she saw just inches from her face. Bonnie
came up and knelt on Brenda's other side, impressed by Brenda's obvious
desire to impress her mother. She'd never taken more than a few inches
of the dog's cock in her mouth before. She was now trying to deep-throat
him and wasn't far from reaching her goal. After a minute of intense sucking,
she managed to get the entire cock knot inside her mouth, indicating that
she had to have four inches of cock down her throat.

Bonnie placed her hand at the back of Brenda's head to encourage her
further while addressing Marge, saying, "You can start working on
this part of her act. I want this bitch deep-throating Chesty by the next
show."

Marge said, "We will. We'll work on this, trust me, we'll be working
on this a great deal."

Marge was so absorbed in the spectacle that she began playing with her
pussy. She noticed Brenda watching while sucking. She settled back on her
heels and widened her knees to give Brenda a good look at maternal masturbation.

After a minute of this, Bonnie took Brenda by the hair and pulled her
off the cock, saying, "Save it for the show, bitch!"

The cock flipped out and smacked Marge right in the face. The woman
looked stunned, but didn't back away. Bonnie grabbed the cock at the base
and angled the dick toward Marge, pressing the tip to her lips, saying,
"Here, try it. Maybe you can do better."

Marge looked at Bonnie, then at her daughter, then opened her mouth
and took in as much cock as she could, gagging when the tip touched the
back of her throat. Bonnie said, "Well, it's clear you won't be teaching
by example, but you do look good with a mouthful of doggie dick. Keep sucking,
Marge. I need to get a picture of this."

Bonnie prepared the camera. Marge kept sucking with the anxiety etched
on her face as she watched Bonnie get ready to take the shot. Bonnie said,
"Brenda, help Mommy out. Lick the shaft, and both of you turn your
faces to the camera. Okay, you two, put happy mutt-slut smiles on your
faces. Great! [CLICK]"

Bonnie then said, "Now kiss each other with his cock between your
lips. That's it. [CLICK] Now both of you lick the tip. Smother that doggie
dick in lips and tongues. Great!" [CLICK]

Marge was now into the scene, and giving her all to the lewd performance.
This inspired Bonnie to take more pictures. She said, "Now Brenda,
you take the cock in your mouth as deeply as you can, and Mommy, you lick
her lips and his cock. Oh, excellent! [CLICK] [CLICK].

"Now, the two of you French kiss with his cock at your lips. That's
it, now get your hands on the shaft like you're jacking him off together."

Brenda and Marge eagerly went into a passionate kiss and actually jointly
pumped the dick as Bonnie snapped off two more shots. Bonnie then came
to stand beside Faye who looked down on the scene in total disbelief. Bonnie
placed her arm around Faye's shoulders and said, "Cute, huh?"

The two women shared the cock like kids with one all-day sucker between
them. Faye exclaimed, "Oh, God, Bonnie! This is the ultimate."

"Just wait. You ain't seen the ultimate, yet. Wait till you see
Mommy guiding that big doggie dick into her little girl's bitch cunt."

"Oh, God, Bonnie! I have to see that. Can't we do a quickie?"

"Sure, why not. I've got several more shots on this roll. Move
Chesty between the bitch's legs and hold him up just like you're doing."
Faye pulled the dog away as Bonnie said, "Okay, you two, enough face
sucking. Mommy, get your face down to her business end."

As Faye readied Chesty and Bonnie took a position at Brenda's left hip,
Marge shuffled down to the right hip, waiting for instructions with a flushed
face of unmasked passion. Brenda readied herself to receive the animal
by hooking her heels behind the legs of the bench and bowing her knees
down and out, making a wide open target of her cunt. Bonnie directed, "Take
that cock in your hand and put just the tip in her slit."

Brenda pushed herself up on straight arms so she could see into her
splayed beaver. She saw her mother take the cock and tease her pussy innards
with the rubbery tip with her face very close and with Bonnie preparing
to take the picture, resting the camera on her left hip bone.

Bonnie said, "Now, lick her pussy. Lick around the dick."

As Brenda watched the surreal scene, she cried, "Oh, Mother! Oh,
God, Yes! Lick my bitch pussy, Mommy! Oh, God. Put it in my cunt. I need
it so badly. Help the doggie fuck my pussy, Mommy. Yes, make me be a good
bitch." [CLICK]

Bonnie said, "Okay, now put it in her hole, and lick it while it
slides in. Good. [CLICK] Now part her cunt lips with your fingers and lick
her clit. That's it. Smile and lick. [CLICK] Great, now hold his nuts and
try to get your tongue in alongside his dick. Good girl, Marge. This will
make a great picture." [CLICK] [CLICK]

Bonnie stood and said, "Okay, uncunt that mutt. It's show time."

Marge and Brenda looked into each other's eyes as Chesty eased away,
assisted by Faye. They both appeared flushed and disoriented. Faye let
the dog down and assisted Marge to stand. Marge left the room with Faye
on much more wobbly legs that were glistening with slut slime past mid-thigh.
As they exited the plant through the loading dock, Faye said, "You're
in great shape to meet the boys. Horny?"

"Oh, God, Faye! I'm going straight to Hell."

Indicating the guard shack that loomed up ahead with a dozen men milling
about the outside, Faye said, "It isn't Hell, but it's not a tea parlor,
either. You'll do fine. Don't worry. They'll take good care of you."

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Look at them. They're
going to fuck me senseless."

"Tell me, Marge. What made you cooperate after you saw Bonnie getting
ready to take pictures? You know what she'll do with those pictures, don't
you? There's no turning back, now. I hope you know that."

"Yes, I know. That's why I went along. I want my daughter back.
Bonnie can make me sink to her level and keep me there."

Faye stopped them thirty feet from the group of men who had now grown
in size after those inside were alerted to their approach. Faye turned
Marge's back to the men, placing her hands on Marge's shoulders to say,
"What, and I couldn't make you? I've done good so far."

"Yes, but you're not Bonnie. I would have balked at this point.
I know I would have faltered no matter what you threatened me with. You're
good, but you're not Bonnie."

"I see. And now? How do you feel, now?"

"I'm screwed. What choice do I have? I gave Bonnie those pictures
so that I would be at her mercy."

"You're screwed, all right. So, you have no thoughts of bolting.
You do realize there are twenty-or-so horny men right behind you."

"I know, and no, I'm not thinking of bolting. It's too late for
that now."

Faye smiled and let her hands drift down to Marge's ass. Her hands clutched
the dress material in preparation for a lift. She smilingly said, "So
this doesn't bother you?" With that, she slowly exposed all of Marge's
ass.

Marge tensed, grimaced, and blushed furiously, but said, "Of course
it does, but they'll see it soon enough anyway. You can strip me naked.
I won't stop you. And there's a fairly large crowd gathered at the loading
dock, if that's of any interest to you."

"Is that so? Turn around, Marge. Face the guards."

Marge slowly faced the men as Faye snuggled-up close and grasped the
hem in front with her hands. She whispered, "Let's show them the goodies
I'm delivering. Move your feet out wide like a good slut."

Marge moved her feet. The horny men stared in awe as the hem rose to
Marge's middle. Faye whispered, "Play with your pussy. Show them how
horny you are."

Marge reached between her legs and began masturbating as the dress moved
higher. Faye soon had the dress rucked in a tight roll in Marge's arm pits,
exposing all of her body to the salivating group of guards. She whispered,
"We have a surprise for you. We'll be bringing Brenda over after the
show. You'll have help entertaining this mob. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes, I need help."

"Raise your arms. Let's get this dress off you. You should go naked
in heels to this gang bang. I want the people on the loading dock to see
you strut your whore ass right into that pack of horny perverts."

Marge raised her arms and the dress came off. Faye stepped aside and
had Marge do a slow turn in place. When Marge, once again, faced the guards,
Faye slapped her ass, propelling the naked woman forward. Faye then watched
Marge walk steadily toward the pack. When she arrived at the group, they
surrounded her. Hands smothered her body as she was helped along, up the
steps, pausing at the door to look back at Faye.

Faye smiled at the fearful look Marge gave before being hustled on in.
When the last man entered and shut the door, Faye picked up the dress and
wandered back to the plant. She tossed the dress to the large crowd that
had gathered on the loading dock, saying, "She won't be needing this."

* * *

The men took Marge into the lounge area of their trailer. They'd mounted
a large, color TV monitor on the table. Before it sat a curious device
mounted on a stand. The device looked like an exercise machine but without
weights. A padded board eighteen inches wide and two feet long pivoted
on a pipe cross member like a child's teeter totter. While one man raised
the board to the vertical, two more guided her to stand within the framework
with her back to the board.

Marge allowed herself to be man-handled into place, resigned to whatever
fate awaited her. She faced the monitor showing the loft and dozens of
people waiting for a show to begin. As Marge's arms were brought behind
the board and lashed to the pipe, she saw Brenda's bench being set in place
by two guards.

Eugene stood at Marge's left side directing the men in their work while
fondling her breast. She thought it odd that they'd want her standing to
watch the show, but she said nothing. Several others set-up camera equipment
on tripods stationed around her. Two cameras were to her front on each
side and one was behind her. In addition, one guard held a video camera
on her as he moved about the scene always focused on her.

Occasionally, she glanced at the monitor. Whoever worked the hand-held
camera, for it could not have been Faye, panned the crowd or the empty
bench. Marge recognized all the faces, and several people smiled into the
camera and made comments directed at Marge by name. Sound was something
she had not expected.

She saw the new girl, Tiffany, the one Faye told her about. The poor
girl appeared to be in shock and was the first to be totally stripped.
They passed her around like a naked Raggedy Ann doll. Even her fellow accounting
sluts heaped abuse on her, adding to her torment, a sort of ritual hazing
of the new girl.

Most of the females in attendance were from the accounting stable, but
one stood out in particular--Stella. She and Stella had been close for
many years. They were the "straight" women, the "mature"
women, the responsible mothers and faithful wives, the only two in the
plant.

They usually ate lunch together. Their favorite topic of discussion
was all the perverse sex going on around them. They especially liked to
gossip about the stable of pregnant whores--the accounting sluts and their
little bastards. Bonnie was also a hot topic, but the doggie shows were
strictly off limits as a topic of discussion.

Marge saw Stella sitting between two of the men from purchasing getting
crudely felt up. When the camera came to Stella, the men each took a leg
and offered her beaver. She blushed but didn't object, even as the men
fingered her pussy just inches from the lens. Marge saw a side of Stella
she'd never seen--the underside. The sluts had nothing on Stella.

The cameraman in the loft moved to a new location and shot the bench
from the head end looking down its length with most of the people behind
him. He took in a sight that froze Marge.

High above the foot of the bench was another large color monitor and
she was on it. She was now aware of what the people were so engrossed with
at the foot of the bench. They were watching a show on TV--her show.

Marge's anxiety bordered on a panic attack as she felt her body being
pulled back by the shoulders. Her feet lifted free of the floor as her
weight rested on the padded board from the small of her back to her shoulder
blades. She soon found herself horizontal with her legs yawned wide and
being secured by the ankles in a stretch that went beyond the splits. Her
joints ached and her cunt sucked air. Once again, Stella saw Marge's underside.

Eugene ran one ebony hand to her snatch while raising her head with
the other. With a heart pounding, she saw her splayed beaver just as black
fingers dipped inside the hole. She also saw the loft monitor view as her
cameraman knelt at her beaver and shot up her torso, taking in her cunt
and her anguished face. Eugene said, "Faye tells me you've been a
faithful wife for almost twenty years. Is that true, Marge?"

Marge nodded as she watched long, black fingers violating her faithful
vagina on the monitor. He further taunted, "I can see your pussy doesn't
want that record to stand. You've got one hot and sloppy twat on you gal--a
real slut pussy. Are you thinking about watching your little girl take
on a pooch?"

When Marge didn't respond, Eugene nodded her head for her. The nod appeared
to be her own, so Marge went ahead and answered aloud, "Yes."

With the ability to make her incriminate herself, and realizing just
how thoroughly Bonnie and Faye had arranged her coming-out party, Marge
gradually surrendered. In her wildest dreams she never imagined her fall
from the fidelity wagon would be witnessed by so many. She estimated the
crowd to be nearing fifty and the guards brought that to seventy-five.
Those gathered on the loading dock to see her walk naked into the guards
brought the number over the hundred mark.

The remainder of the plant would see the films. Monday promised to be
a day she'd never forget. Friday was that already and the event was just
getting underway. They were the warm-up act and warming up faster by the
second.

Marge answered every vulgar taunt while watching the monitor, still
focused on her beaver getting a crude finger-fuck. She was seeing what
Stella was seeing. Even though Eugene could nod her head at will, Marge
could see for herself that her pussy spoke volumes. She'd never seen a
pussy look so wanton and in need. Slut slime coated her inner thighs clear
to her knees, and her slimy pussy literally gushed its fuck cream from
a hole blossomed open and begging a cock. Denying her true state of mind
seemed absurd, and Marge did not want to appear absurd in addition to looking
like a raging slut.

She saw the crowd had been joined by Bonnie, Faye, Brenda, and Chesty.
They stared at the monitor along with everyone else. Bonnie and Faye were
beaming big smiles. Brenda looked on in awe as Chesty ignored the monitor
and licked Brenda's pussy while Brenda brazenly presented her pussy for
licking.

Eugene saw what had Marge so enthralled and commented, "Your daughter
sure is a horny little bitch, isn't she, Marge? Speak up so they can all
hear you."

Marge said, "Yes. She looks like a bitch in heat." This fired
Brenda into grinding her cunt on the dog's muzzle, and inspired another
crude comment from Marge, saying, "The girl becomes a slut when she
gets around horny male dogs."

The crowd roared their approval as they watched Brenda proving her mother
right. She stripped off her clothes and danced provocatively before the
enraptured animal. She danced her way to the familiar bench and reclined
in wide-spread offering. She assumed her mating pose, the same one she
assumed in Max's office; only this time, she parted her vaginal lips with
her own fingers.

Marge assumed that Faye now held the camera. The camera zeroed in on
the splayed crotch and the angry, red cock poking at it. Chesty had jumped
up and stood with his front paws on her chest. When the cock found the
hole, the camera was perfectly posed to capture the penetration.

Eugene traded places with the guard shack cameraman, drew out his black
cudgel, and prepared to shove that bulbous instrument into Marge. Her cameraman
took a position similar to Faye's and caught the action from first poke
to final entry. He slid almost effortlessly in to the balls just as Chesty
had. The people in the loft had a choice of shows as did the guards in
the security shack. In both places, the audience was divided evenly, but
Marge and Brenda only had eyes for their respective monitors. Each had
to peer around their fucker.

Marge never enjoyed a cock more, and Brenda never enjoyed bestiality
more. The audiences in both places never enjoyed pornographic entertainment
more and clothes began peeling off. In the loft, the circle fuck started
with two couples--Stella and Mark, Tiffany and Howard--and more joined
each minute.

In the guard shack, the men drew numbers. When the circle fuck had ten
couples, Marge was on her third guard. Marge drained five by the time Brenda
drained one dog. When Brenda sucked, Marge sucked. When Brenda took the
dog up her ass, Marge took the guards up her ass. Brenda emptied the balls
of one dog three times; Marge emptied twenty-two pairs of balls one time
each. They were both fucked-out by show's end.

Brenda, Bonnie, and Faye entered the guard shack to find Marge taking
two men at once. She was still on the rack with her head tilted back, both
ends stuffed with cock. When the men deposited their loads, Brenda was
placed in reverse over her mother. The two women attacked each other's
sloppy twats, their bodies glued together by semen. After a break, they
had an orgy, a free for all suck-'n-fuck fest.

Before they departed, Bonnie stopped Marge to say, "Are you ready
to start doing a mother/daughter act?"

Marge said, "Why not? We'll start working on an act."

After they left, Bonnie and Faye walked back to Bonnie's office in the
nude, streaming fuck down their legs. The plant was almost empty. Once
settled, Bonnie said, "So, any regrets?"

"None. You made me a believer. I'll never be a dumb cunt again."

"Good. It only gets better from here on out."

Faye left the plant with Bonnie to go car and dildoe shopping. She
bought a new red Corvette convertible and a variety of dildoes. She returned
Bonnie to the plant and drove her new car to the security shack to show
it off. She arrived in time for the shift change and properly met seven
more brothers.

She gave Bubba a ride home. They took the long way home, by way of
her parent's home. There, Bubba met her humble hubby. He was much more
humble when they left--and full.

Faye arrived at the plant the following morning eager for another
day of debauchery. She drove her car straight to the security shack in
time for the morning shift change. There she properly befriended the last
of her brothers--the graveyard shift. After arriving at the plant an hour
early, she ended up being an hour late. Faye entered the plant through
the shipping/receiving door, feeling well-lubricated.

She was eager to get with Marge to find out how her conversation
went with her sister. Faye thought of little else since finding out that
her ex-English teacher wanted to get together with her.

Ms. Brewer played a big role in her fantasies since the first time
Faye picked-up the subtle signs that the older woman was trying to seduce
her. She'd had females come onto her before, but none intrigued her quite
like Ms. Brewer. Her technique would have worked had she just pressed her
advantage and gone for the kill.

The slaps were never that painful and only left redness that disappeared
rather quickly. It wasn't so much the discipline that fired Faye's passions;
it was the writing she was forced to do.

In this way, Ms. Brewer eventually had Faye writing porn. Over a
period of months, Faye had to draw on every innocent fantasy she had to
feed Ms. Brewer's penchant for filth. She eventually drew on her real life
of sexual abuse, presenting them as fantasies. Ms. Brewer loved these stories
most of all. Faye told her everything in intimate detail, painting realistic
pictures that made them both very slimy between the legs.

The teacher did little to hide the fact that she played with her
pussy at Faye's back. The excited teen could hear and smell the signs of
masturbation, but that wasn't the only sign. Ms. Brewer had a habit of
grasping Faye by the face, cupping her slimy fingers over the girl's mouth
to turn her head in making a point. She made points of grammar and style,
but she mostly made it a point to show Faye what a mature, aroused vagina
smelled and tasted like.

"Wonderful, I hope you gave her the go-ahead."

"I did. I thought about all you said yesterday. I'm going all
the way. You lead; I'll follow. I'm ready, eager, and willing. I want it
all, Faye. Lead me to the lowest depths and keep me there."

"I intend to, and I expect you to lead Brenda."

"I will, and I intend to keep her there. I'll make her a pet.
She'll be my pet, but I'll be yours."

"Excellent. You might be interested to learn that the video
camera we'll have for tomorrow's show will be a hand-held one. I'll do
the shooting with you in mind. We're going to get up-close and personal.
When that dog dick enters your little girl's pussy, you'll be getting the
flea's eye view. Of course, you'll share that view with twenty or so very
horny mother fuckers."

"Oh, yes! I'll be shaved and shameless. I'm already shaved.
I'm masturbating at my desk with the door unlocked. I guess I'm shameless
as well."

"No, get naked and do it. Then, you'll be shameless."

"I don't dare. People are in and out constantly. No one knocks."

"So, everybody's going to know what a horny slut you are by
tomorrow."

"They will, won't they?"

"Yes, especially after they see the pictures Bonnie and I will
be circulating of your security shack gang bang."

"Oh God! You'll do that, too, won't you?"

"Absolutely. We've got it all arranged--five cameras and ten
rolls of film. There will be plenty to go around. The photo-copier will
get a workout."

"Good Lord! I suppose this was inevitable. I knew you were going
to do something like that."

"Does that change your mind?"

"No, my mind is made up. Fuck it! I'm stripping naked. Hold
on."

"Good for you, and what will you do if that door bursts open
on you, run?"

"I'm not planning on it. I'll try to keep going until I cum.
Mr. Winters has already caught me fingering my cunt twice this morning.
The first time, I yanked my hand out. He smiled, came over, raised my skirt,
and stared at my pussy. He was still smiling, so I let my legs fall open
to show him my shaved twat. He smiled bigger and told me to keep up the
good work. The second time he caught me fingering myself, I didn't stop.
He told me I was due for a raise. I think if he saw me doing this, I'd
get that raise for...OH SHIT! [klunk]..."

Faye heard the gasp coming from the door after the phone came to
a rest on the desktop. She heard Marge's apologetic cry, then Marge's voice
as she said, "I have to go..."

"DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME." Shouted Faye.

"I have company, Faye."

"Marge, finish."

"Faye, please!"

"Finish, Marge, or the whole deal is off."

"Faye?"

"Who's there?"

"Johhny Clark is here with Stella from purchasing."

"Perfect. Finish. Marge, finish. I'll bet they took seats, didn't
they?"

"Yes."

"You got behind your desk, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Get back out there and show them how a horny slut masturbates."

"Faye..."

"Do it, damnit!"

"Feels good, huh?"

Seconds later, Johnny's voice came on the line. "Good job, Faye."

"Where is the slut?"

"On the floor at my feet trying to catch her breath."

"What is Stella doing?"

"Pinching herself."

Faye laughed, then said, "Have you fucked that prude, yet?"

"No, but I think I'm about to. I owe you."

"You owe me a fuck, you horny bastard."

"That's what I meant. Our horny executive sexytary is on her
feet, getting back in her dress. Care to talk to her?"

"Yes, put her back on."

Faye waited a few seconds and heard, "It's me, Marge."

"Bravo."

"Thanks, I think."

"No, you did right. Put the past well behind you. This is an
excellent start. Stella's a blabbermouth, and Johnny will get the word
out to the white shirts. You're launched."

"If you say so. I have to go now."

"Okay. Tell your sister we have a date at seven."

"She knows; she'll be waiting."

"Bye!"

Faye went straight home after work on Thursday. She had one thing
on her mind--the meeting with Barbara Brewer at the High School. She entered
her home, walking in on a scene from Dante's Inferno: her mother was naked
and being held by her father while Mark and Charlene took belts to her
twisting, struggling body. Faye just shook her head and moved on through.

Faye concentrated on one thing--getting ready for Ms. Brewer. She
intended to restore her appearance to her high school days. She selected
the short, loose skirt and matching blouse that she'd worn almost as a
uniform in her last month.

She also took great pains to restore her hair and make-up to her
high school mode, pulling her long hair back and placing it in a wide clip.
She wore make-up in high school, but went easy on lipstick and eye shadow.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she had just enough time to
make the five mile trip.

Faye stepped across the body of her mother, a body that was stretched
backward over an ottoman, getting screwed at both ends. No one said a word
as she came and went.

Arriving at the high school was like stepping back in time. Seven
PM was their usual meeting time. The school remained open until ten PM
for adult classes and to allow teachers quiet time to do work in their
classrooms.

Ms. Brewer's classroom was in a wing that held no adult education
classes, so was always deathly quiet at seven in the evening. This was
not the case on her return. A small crowd of adults milled about outside
one of the classrooms, waiting for the class to begin. Three doors down,
Faye timidly knocked on Barbara Brewer's door and heard a stern, familiar
command to enter.

Faye felt as though she had actually gone back in time. All that
happened between graduation and that moment ceased to exist. She felt frightened,
yet excited. She had always had mixed feelings about keeping an appointment
to see Ms. Brewer after school hours. The sessions were humiliating and
painful ordeals, disgusting, bizarre, and frightening ordeals that left
her emotionally drained but sexually frustrated wanting to scream.

The drive home was always a torture as she slowly came down from
her sexual high and was left sore and aching, feeling used, degraded, filthy,
and degenerate. She drove home in a car that reeked of vaginal scent, and
she always had to check the rear-view mirror for stray pubic hairs stuck
to her lips or chin. Half the time, she found one or two. Still, she always
returned for more, because each time she returned, she got more. She never
got all, and that's why she wanted to go back.

With a rapidly beating heart, Faye opened the door and stepped in.
She stood with her hands held submissively behind her back. Ms. Brewer
looked exactly the same. She even held the same well-used wooden ruler,
and slapped it to her palm as she curtly said, "You're three minutes
late, Miss Andrews."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Brewer. I had trouble getting my car started."

As Ms. Brewer advanced on her menacingly, Faye saw the desk placed
ready for her with a writing tablet and pencil in place. Ms. Brewer circled
her in silence. There was no familiar greeting as would be expected at
a reunion. She, too, appeared to be going back in time. She gave Faye a
hard smack on the ass and said, "Take your seat!"

In a fit of passion, Ms. Brewer took the tails of Faye's blouse and
ripped the buttons off in one parting pull that left Faye bare- chested
and bare-cunted. Ms. Brewer's face then went between her legs and merged
with cunt guts. When Ms. Brewer went down, Faye noticed something else
that was different--the door was slowly falling open on squeakless hinges.
She had forgotten, it was her job to see that the door was locked. Obviously,
she hadn't even made sure it completely closed.

Faye was torn by the desire to rectify that major oversight, but
she heard no noise from the hall. Ms. Brewer seemed oblivious, so Faye
settled lower in her seat and enjoyed a very enthusiastic cunt gobbling.

Faye knew she was not going to experience her fantasy. Ms. Brewer
lost control and came out of character. Her true, cunt-adoring character
came through and Faye could see that Barbara was indeed Marge's twin. They
had obviously exchanged tips on her preferred way of being eaten, because
Barbara was eating her in the preferred way, sucking on cunt guts, pausing
from time to time to lap slut slime from the hole.

Faye raised her right leg and rested it on the small desk top. She
hooked her left heel on the book rack beneath the desk. She yawned her
beaver and settled in for a pleasurable cunt munching. It was while reaching
between her legs with both hands to pull her fleshy cunt lips apart that
she caught a glimpse of a man wearing tennis shoes, frozen in the wide
open doorway.

Faye exchanged smiles with several in the group before breaking the
silence, saying, "How do you like eating my pussy, Barbara?"

Barbara glanced up at the inappropriate use of her first name, smiled,
and said, "I adore eating your pussy, Faye. Marge was right. You are
a lesbian's dream."

Several in the crowd had to cup their mouths to keep in snickers
or laughs. Faye said, "Your sister should know. Tell me, Barbara,
how many students have you molested in your career?"

"Thank you. If you want to keep eating me, keep sucking my cunt
while you get naked."

"That won't be easy, and that wasn't part of my plan."

"I don't want it to be easy, and your plan fell apart when you
dropped to your knees. I'm giving you the opportunity to salvage this session,
only you be the fem this time."

In answer, Barbara glued her mouth to the beaver and blindly began
stripping. The crowd looked on in amused interest as the older woman made
a fool of herself exposing herself. The difficult task took five minutes,
but it was worth it. When she was finished, she was on hands and knees,
lapping cunt like a dog.

Inspired by the scene of Bonnie with her mother, Faye said, "I
want to fuck your face. Stick your tongue way out. Let me see what a prick
you can be."

Barbara extended her stiff tongue, making a much better prick than
her mother had. Barbara's tongue was a good four inches outside her mouth,
perfect for obscene fucking by a shaved beaver full of cunt guts. People
closed in to watch Faye slide her cunt over that tongue and take up a fucking
motion. Faye said, "Play with your pussy, slut!"

Barbara's head shot up. She stood and turned toward the door and
screamed. People began calmly leaving as she grabbed clothing to hide her
nakedness. When the last smiling intruder filed out, Barbara rushed to
close and lock the door. When she turned to face Faye, she had a full-body
blush and fire filled her eyes. She cried, "Are you insane?"

Faye stood and adjusted her skirt, saying, "Relax. They loved
it."

While Faye tied the blouse below her breasts as Barbara said, "You
don't know that. Don't you realize what you've done? I have a career."

"You're tenured, and I'm an adult. Relax."

"I confessed to molesting thirty students, you ignorant bitch."

Still cowering, rubbing her cheek, Barbara said, "What makes
you think they won't report this?"

"They might, you never know, but I could tell each and every
one loved every second. Time will tell."

"And what am I supposed to do in the interim, sweat out every
day?"

Faye thought for a moment, then smiled, saying, "Not necessarily."

"And why not necessarily?"

"Because you can nip this in the bud right now. Come on. Lets
go out and talk to them."

Faye took Barbara by the elbow, while reaching for the door. Barbara
drew back, saying, "What are you doing?"

"We're going out there to make a deal."

"No! I can't! Not like this."

"They've seen it all. Come on."

Faye addressed the people, saying, "Ms. Brewer would like to
offer each of you a bribe for your silence. Isn't that right, Barbara?"

Barbara nodded. Faye went on, "She will be here everyday at
this time for the next two weeks to serve you in any way you wish. Work
out a schedule among yourselves. You may come two or three at a time if
you'd like. You can all come at once every day if you like. How ever many
show up, you'll have her for one hour, no holes barred. Is that agreeable
to everyone?"

Faye and Barbara watched as each person nodded in turn. When they
received a final nod from the last person, Barbara visibly relaxed. Faye
moved behind her and reached through her arms to delve into her crotch.
Barbara stiffened momentarily, but relaxed as Faye began massaging her
pussy and hardly flinched when her cunt lips were rudely pried open. Faye
said, "As you can see, she's a hot and horny bitch with a strong desire
to please. Isn't that right, Barbara?"

Barbara nodded, then said, "Yes!"

"Bring a friend. Bring your kids. She loves kids. Hell, bring
your pets. She'll fuck anything and everything that comes through her classroom
door from seven to eight for the next two weeks. What she's saying is,
her ass belongs to this group for ten hours of unbridled debauchery. Isn't
that right, slut?"

"Yes. She's right."

Faye released the humbled and humiliated teacher, then turned her.
She smacked Barbara on her ass, then marched her back to the classroom.
Once inside with the door closed, Barbara fell to her knees and buried
her face under Faye's skirt. Faye pissed in her teacher's face, then left
without a promise to return. As Faye climbed into her Corvette, feeling
totally satisfied and relieved, she knew she would not be returning. She
had experienced closure.

Cuntabeast

Part IX
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On Friday, all Faye could think about was the three O:clock doggie show with
Marge watching from the guard shack. The show was all Marge could think
about as well. Faye paid her several visits throughout the day, insuring she
didn't have a change of heart. Each visit helped, because Marge was a
nervous wreck.

By two O:clock, the entire plant was abuzz with the juicy gossip. Bonnie fed
the rumor mill, and requests for space in Max's office had never been
higher. Bonnie had her "A" list, but spent her day adjusting and
re-adjusting that list. By two O:clock, she had thirty-eight and needed to
pare that down to a reasonable two dozen. The trouble was, she wanted all
thirty-eight to be present and had ten more from her "B" list she would want
there.

Faye and Bonnie pondered the list, making adjustments, but their last
pondering added two more to the "A" list--Stella and one of the purchasing
agents who had been trying to get in her knickers for years. After
witnessing Marge's uninhibited masturbation exhibition, Stella was a changed
woman. After screwing Johnny Clark in his office, she was an adulterous,
changed woman. Witnessing the doggie show she'd heard so much about was just
what Stella needed to make the change permanent.

The married mother of five was as nervous as Marge, but she showed up for
work on Friday morning wearing the sexiest outfit she'd ever worn--a very
short dress with high heels. Everyone in purchasing speculated as to whether
she was naked under the dress, as she appeared to be braless. Bonnie ended
the debate by marching up to Stella as she sat at the purchasing department
reception desk. While Stella talked on the phone with a vendor agent trying
to make an appointment, Bonnie winked at the five male agents looking on
from the side, then made her move on Stella.

Stella seemed to know what was coming, but did little to defend herself.
You'd have thought she were talking to the President of the United States
the way she clung to the phone and tried to remain calm. Bonnie found it
relatively easy to move the dress into her lap, and almost as easy to
unbutton the front of her dress to her belly button. After turning Stella's
chair to face her grinning admirers, she pulled the top open until both
titties were bare. Stella endured the exposure in an ineffective crouch, but
kept talking.

After adding Stella and Mark, Bonnie said, "Shit, now we have forty. That
settles it. We have to find another location for this shindig. I don't want
to lose anyone; in fact, I've got ten more I want added."

Faye said, "Where else can we do this?"

"I'm thinking. It has got to be a room twice as big as Max's office, and
it'll have to have a camera cable we can easily attach the remote camera to.
There's no time to be running new cable. Think, Faye, where did you see
cameras when you watched those monitors?"

Faye ruled out all offices as most were smaller than Max's, then her eyes
lit up as she recalled the loft. She said, "They have a camera set up to
look down on the loft. There's a cot up there where the workers take their
worker-bee sluts. The place is huge, but there's no walls or doors."

"Who gives a fuck about walls and doors. The loft is perfect. Call your
horny brothers and tell them to get that place set up. We need a big space
cleared, and we need extra lighting."

"I'll call them."

"Do that, and tell them to get Brenda's bench out of Max's office. Have it
set up in the center with nothing within a ten-foot radius around it. You're
going to need room to work the camera."

"Are you sure Brenda won't freak?"

"I've been working on her. I've got her mind between her legs. All she can
think about is her Mommy watching the show with all those men in the guard
shack. I've never seen her this hot. We could do this on the production
floor, and she'd put on a good show."

"I just left Marge, and she'd like that. You know, Bonnie, I think it would
be good if those two got together before showtime. I'd like Brenda to see
how her mother is dressed for the show, and I'd like Marge to get a good
close-up look at her daughter in her show uniform."

"Humm, yes, that might be a great idea. It can't hurt if it's handled right.
Brenda still isn't quite sure we aren't fucking with her head."

"I get the same feeling from Marge. She'd like to believe me, but she's
unsure."

"You have to keep in mind that both of those bitches are at the extreme edge
of their limit right now. We can't push hard. You'd better let me handle
everything once they meet."

"Whatever you think is best. I was thinking it might relax them a bit. I
know Marge is pretty keyed-up."

"Yeah, well, I doubt it will relax either one, and relaxing them wasn't what
I had in mind. Nothing cures anxiety quite like a raging case of the
hot-twat. Let me handle building the fires between their legs. Just be
prepared to follow my lead, and at my nod, get lovie dovie with Mother
Marge. Give Baby Brenda a peak at the goodies Mommy is taking to the pound."

"The pound! How apprapo. Oh, yes, this sounds like fun."

"You haven't seen anything, yet, Faye. Wait'll you see them after the show.
We'll have to pry them apart with crow bars."

"You know, that gives me a great idea, Bonnie. Since Brenda will finish
before Marge even gets cranking, why not bring her to the guard shack."

"Not bad. Four women. Twenty men. I like the odds. Are there any good cocks
in that bunch?"

"I think so. I've tried them all, and six of them can have me any time they
want. Five of those are black, and the odds might be twenty-six to four."

"All right. We'll do it that way. Again, when we arrive, let me MC the
show."

"You got it, PT Barnum. Shall I fetch Marge now?"

"No, bring her down ten minutes prior to show time. Bring her to Max's
office. I'll be primping the bitch, and I'll have Chesty in the room."

"Oh, God, I'm getting wet."

"Why don't you go fuck yourself. If you don't, you'll be a blubbering idiot
when I need you cool and collected."

"Aye Aye, Sir!"

"And one other thing. When you're filming, don't spend all your time on the
cock-to-bitch connection. Take shots of the whole scene from time to time,
and pan the audience. I want Marge to see how many are witnessing this
debauchery and the audience reaction to it. When you've seen this a dozen
times, the crowd is more fun to watch than the show itself."

"Will it be a circle fuck?"

"I'm sure it will once the actions gets hot and heavy. Circle fucks just
happen."

"Excuse me, but I must go fuck myself, now!"

"Do that. See you in a bit."

* * *

Faye entered Marge's office twenty minutes prior to show time. Marge sat at
her desk, looking at her heavily-made-up face in a hand-held mirror. She set
the mirror down and stood when Faye entered. Faye smiled on seeing Marge in
the obscenely brief dress.

Marge came around to stand before Faye. The dress hugged her body like a
second skin. The hem-line just barely covered her pussy and exposed all of
the upper portions of her breasts with the upper crests of each nipple
showing. She wore five-inch heels that did wonders for her bare legs.

Marge said, "God, Faye, I am so nervous. I feel positively slutty."

"You look positively slutty. You are naked under that, aren't you?"

"Yes, not even a hair to hide behind. I can't believe I'm considering going
out like this. I feel naked. I'd like to throw something over this just for
the walk through the plant."

"Absolutely not. Everyone is eagerly waiting to see you just as you are.
Word travels fast here, or weren't you aware?"

"I might have known. Do they know why I'm dressed like this? Do they know
where I'm going and what I'll be doing?"

"Of course, they do. Bonnie and I saw to that. There's not a soul in this
facility that doesn't know you're on your way to watch your daughter's
breeding with twenty-six horny men to keep you from getting bored."

"Oh God, what must they be thinking?"

"They think you're horny. They think you're a hard-up slut that gets off on
watcher her daughter getting screwed by a dog in a crowd. They'll have proof
on Monday morning. Come on, we have a quick stop to make on the way out."

"Stop? Where?"

"Why, to see the show girl, of course."

"Oh, no, I can't face her like this."

"Nonsense. She is expecting you to look like this. She was told you promised
to dress like a whore in order to watch the show with the security guards.
She won't be disappointed."

"Please, Faye, I just can't."

"Yes, you can. She's as nervous as you are, and we need her calmed down. I
want you to re-assure her, to tell her you had a total change of heart and
now fully support Bonnie. She's heard that from me, but she needs to hear
that from her Mommy."

"Faye, I'm begging you. I wouldn't know what to say to her. I'd be so
ashamed and too inhibited. I'll freeze. I may run."

"I won't let you freeze or run. I'll be right there at your side. Come, it's
time to start your new life and kick off this new relationship with your
bitch daughter. Brenda needs to meet her new trainer."

Faye took Marge's hand and started them moving. Marge reluctantly hobbled
along on weak knees that wobbled on five-inch heels. When they rounded the
corner and stepped out on the landing, a large crowd stood waiting at the
bottom. Marge groaned on seeing the fifty-odd people looking up her legs.

She negotiated the steps in a trance, her face a deep red blush. Faye
assisted. The crowd parted at the bottom as they stepped to the floor. Marge
was in a stupor as she followed, led by the hand. They walked down the
center aisle of the production floor as workers halted work and lined the
aisle. Marge appeared to be on the verge of hyper-ventilating, but trudged
along.

On seeing her mother, Brenda tensed, then slowly relaxed as she saw what her
mother was wearing. Faye moved Marge to stand at Brenda's right side at the
shoulder, giving Brenda a look up bare legs to a bare cunt. Marge saw where
her daughter's eyes focused and wanted to find a hole to curl-up in and die.

Faye stood close, placing her arm affectionately low around Marge's hip.
Bonnie looked up from the wide beaver and said, "Just putting the finishing
touches on my bitch's cunt. We have a big crowd on hand for this show. I
want her looking her best." Bonnie wiped and patted the pussy dry, saying,
"There. How's that look, Marge? Is this prime bitch pussy or what?"

She saw Bonnie's hands pressed against the inside of Brenda's thighs, the
thumbs peeling back the lips, exposing her daughter's pristine, coral-pink
hole. This electrifying sight coupled with Faye's fingertips, which were now
teasing her slit under her daughter's watchful eyes, sent a power surge of
erotic energy through the distraught woman. She nodded and said, "Yes, I'm
sure she'll be making a powerful impression."

Faye eased behind Marge and brought both hands into play between her legs by
reaching around the hips from either side. The hem came up well above her
pussy, giving her daughter the perfect view of her mother getting
masturbated and finger fucked.

Marge ran her eyes up Brenda's body, pausing to appreciate the details. Her
leather micro was folded back on her flat tummy, and the matching halter
presented her breasts much as Marge's dress presented her own, only Brenda
showed more nipple It was the tattoo that Marge stopped to focus on before
looking in Brenda's eyes, eyes that had to leave the erotic sight taking
place between her mother's legs in order to make eye contact.

Faye whispered in Marge's ear, "Put the bitch at ease."

It was Brenda who spoke first, saying, "I guess it's true what they
said--you have had a change of heart, haven't you?"

Marge took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I have. Faye has helped me realize
how my pissy attitude made things more difficult on you. I've done a
one-eighty, Brenda."

"She was right. I'm glad to hear that."

"Yes, Bonnie won the war. I have to accept that."

"All's fair in love and war. Is that what you mean, Mom?"

"Exactly. You are Bonnie's bitch. I fully accept that, now."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Bonnie interrupted to say, "Bitch, pull those knees back more and push down.
I need to get this bitch pussy of yours drooling. I want that first dramatic
exposure to show the audience how ready and receptive you are."

Brenda complied and Bonnie used her two middle fingers in a crude
finger-fuck, sloshing in an already sloppy twat. The action drew Marge's
eyes to her daughter's obscenely splayed crotch. This time, she stared
openly without the slightest hesitation. She watched for a few seconds, then
said, "Yes, I intend to be supportive of Bonnie from now on, Brenda. You are
her bitch. I want you to accept that fact, sweetheart."

"I do, Mom. I accepted that long ago."

"Yes, but I want you to be a good bitch from now on, Brenda. Faye tells me
you haven't always been very cooperative, that you sometimes display a
negative attitude. I want that to cease."

The situation, and the maddening finger-fucking were having their effect on
the passionate girl. She breathlessly said, "I'll try, Mom, I really will
try."

Marge ran her fingers over her daughter's studded dog collar and said, "No,
you'll do more than try. You're Bonnie's bitch. She owns you, Brenda. She
has the right to mate her bitch as often and however she sees fit. She also
has the right to expect her bitch to be a good, obedient bitch. I'm going to
help Bonnie in any way I can. I gave my word."

"I understand, Mom. I'll be a good bitch from now on, I promise."

"Sweetheart, they'd like to see a bitch in heat when they mate you. That's
what being a good bitch entails. Can you act that way?"

"Yes. Mom, I am a bitch in heat. I won't have to act. Just look how wet my
pussy is. That's mostly from thinking about what's going to happen in a few
minutes."

"Yes, you certainly do look like a bitch in heat. I want you to move back
home, Brenda. I want to help you. I want to serve as your trainer. I
promised Faye and Bonnie I'd serve in that capacity."

"I'd like that very much."

"Then it's settled. You'll come home with me after this performance, okay?"

"Yes. I can get my things later."

"I'm getting you a dog, Brenda, a dog to practice on. Your Aunt Barbara is
picking out a suitable animal as we speak. We may have one by the time we
arrive home."

"Does Daddy know?"

"He'll know shortly after we arrive. I've dropped a few hints. He'll accept
this much easier than I did, I assure you. Bonnie wants us to treat you like
a bitch at home. That's the only way she'll let you move back with us. I
intend to follow the letter and the spirit of her instructions. You'll move
back home as a bitch, you do understand that, don't you?"

"Yes. I'll be a good bitch for you and Daddy. I want to come home."

Brenda reached for the cock and curled her fingers around it, saying, "Does
it bother you seeing me do this with a dog?"

Marge placed her hand on his sheath and excitedly said, "No. Put it in your
mouth, Brenda. Let me see you suck on the dog's dick."

Brenda got up on her side and angled the rod to her mouth. Her lips flowed
over the chiseled tip and slid down six inches on the shaft until her mouth
yawned over the growing knot. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, fighting
back the gag reflex.

Marge was clearly awed by what she saw just inches from her face. Bonnie
came up and knelt on Brenda's other side, impressed by Brenda's obvious
desire to impress her mother. She'd never taken more than a few inches of
the dog's cock in her mouth before. She was now trying to deep-throat him
and wasn't far from reaching her goal. After a minute of intense sucking,
she managed to get the entire cock knot inside her mouth, indicating that
she had to have four inches of cock down her throat.

Bonnie placed her hand at the back of Brenda's head to encourage her further
while addressing Marge, saying, "You can start working on this part of her
act. I want this bitch deep-throating Chesty by the next show."

Marge said, "We will. We'll work on this, trust me, we'll be working on this
a great deal."

After a minute of this, Bonnie took Brenda by the hair and pulled her off
the cock, saying, "Save it for the show, bitch!"

The cock flipped out and smacked Marge right in the face. The woman looked
stunned, but didn't back away. Bonnie grabbed the cock at the base and
angled the dick toward Marge, pressing the tip to her lips, saying, "Here,
try it. Maybe you can do better."

Marge looked at Bonnie, then at her daughter, then opened her mouth and took
in as much cock as she could, gagging when the tip touched the back of her
throat. Bonnie said, "Well, it's clear you won't be teaching by example, but
you do look good with a mouthful of doggie dick. Keep sucking, Marge. I need
to get a picture of this."

Bonnie prepared the camera. Marge kept sucking with the anxiety etched on
her face as she watched Bonnie get ready to take the shot. Bonnie said,
"Brenda, help Mommy out. Lick the shaft, and both of you turn your faces to
the camera. Okay, you two, put happy mutt-slut smiles on your faces. Great!
[CLICK]"

Bonnie then said, "Now kiss each other with his cock between your lips.
That's it. [CLICK] Now both of you lick the tip. Smother that doggie dick in
lips and tongues. Great!" [CLICK]

Marge was now into the scene, and giving her all to the lewd performance.
This inspired Bonnie to take more pictures. She said, "Now Brenda, you take
the cock in your mouth as deeply as you can, and Mommy, you lick her lips
and his cock. Oh, excellent! [CLICK] [CLICK].

"Now, the two of you French kiss with his cock at your lips. That's it, now
get your hands on the shaft like you're jacking him off together."

Brenda and Marge eagerly went into a passionate kiss and actually jointly
pumped the dick as Bonnie snapped off two more shots. Bonnie then came to
stand beside Faye who looked down on the scene in total disbelief. Bonnie
placed her arm around Faye's shoulders and said, "Cute, huh?"

The two women shared the cock like kids with one all-day sucker between
them. Faye exclaimed, "Oh, God, Bonnie! This is the ultimate."

"Just wait. You ain't seen the ultimate, yet. Wait till you see Mommy
guiding that big doggie dick into her little girl's bitch cunt."

"Oh, God, Bonnie! I have to see that. Can't we do a quickie?"

"Sure, why not. I've got several more shots on this roll. Move Chesty
between the bitch's legs and hold him up just like you're doing." Faye
pulled the dog away as Bonnie said, "Okay, you two, enough face sucking.
Mommy, get your face down to her business end."

As Faye readied Chesty and Bonnie took a position at Brenda's left hip,
Marge shuffled down to the right hip, waiting for instructions with a
flushed face of unmasked passion. Brenda readied herself to receive the
animal by hooking her heels behind the legs of the bench and bowing her
knees down and out, making a wide open target of her cunt. Bonnie directed,
"Take that cock in your hand and put just the tip in her slit."

Brenda pushed herself up on straight arms so she could see into her splayed
beaver. She saw her mother take the cock and tease her pussy innards with
the rubbery tip with her face very close and with Bonnie preparing to take
the picture, resting the camera on her left hip bone.

Bonnie said, "Now, lick her pussy. Lick around the dick."

As Brenda watched the surreal scene, she cried, "Oh, Mother! Oh, God, Yes!
Lick my bitch pussy, Mommy! Oh, God. Put it in my cunt. I need it so badly.
Help the doggie fuck my pussy, Mommy. Yes, make me be a good bitch." [CLICK]

Bonnie said, "Okay, now put it in her hole, and lick it while it slides in.
Good. [CLICK] Now part her cunt lips with your fingers and lick her clit.
That's it. Smile and lick. [CLICK] Great, now hold his nuts and try to get
your tongue in alongside his dick. Good girl, Marge. This will make a great
picture." [CLICK] [CLICK]

Bonnie stood and said, "Okay, uncunt that mutt. It's show time."

Marge and Brenda looked into each other's eyes as Chesty eased away,
assisted by Faye. They both appeared flushed and disoriented. Faye let the
dog down and assisted Marge to stand. Marge left the room with Faye on much
more wobbly legs that were glistening with slut slime past mid-thigh. As
they exited the plant through the loading dock, Faye said, "You're in great
shape to meet the boys. Horny?"

"Oh, God, Faye! I'm going straight to Hell."

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Look at them. They're going to
fuck me senseless."

"Tell me, Marge. What made you cooperate after you saw Bonnie getting ready
to take pictures? You know what she'll do with those pictures, don't you?
There's no turning back, now. I hope you know that."

"Yes, I know. That's why I went along. I want my daughter back. Bonnie can
make me sink to her level and keep me there."

Faye stopped them thirty feet from the group of men who had now grown in
size after those inside were alerted to their approach. Faye turned Marge's
back to the men, placing her hands on Marge's shoulders to say, "What, and I
couldn't make you? I've done good so far."

"Yes, but you're not Bonnie. I would have balked at this point. I know I
would have faltered no matter what you threatened me with. You're good, but
you're not Bonnie."

"I see. And now? How do you feel, now?"

"I'm screwed. What choice do I have? I gave Bonnie those pictures so that I
would be at her mercy."

"You're screwed, all right. So, you have no thoughts of bolting. You do
realize there are twenty-or-so horny men right behind you."

"I know, and no, I'm not thinking of bolting. It's too late for that now."

Faye smiled and let her hands drift down to Marge's ass. Her hands clutched
the dress material in preparation for a lift. She smilingly said, "So this
doesn't bother you?" With that, she slowly exposed all of Marge's ass.

Marge tensed, grimaced, and blushed furiously, but said, "Of course it does,
but they'll see it soon enough anyway. You can strip me naked. I won't stop
you. And there's a fairly large crowd gathered at the loading dock, if
that's of any interest to you."

"Is that so? Turn around, Marge. Face the guards."

Marge slowly faced the men as Faye snuggled-up close and grasped the hem in
front with her hands. She whispered, "Let's show them the goodies I'm
delivering. Move your feet out wide like a good slut."

Marge moved her feet. The horny men stared in awe as the hem rose to Marge's
middle. Faye whispered, "Play with your pussy. Show them how horny you are."

Marge reached between her legs and began masturbating as the dress moved
higher. Faye soon had the dress rucked in a tight roll in Marge's arm pits,
exposing all of her body to the salivating group of guards. She whispered,
"We have a surprise for you. We'll be bringing Brenda over after the show.
You'll have help entertaining this mob. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes, I need help."

"Raise your arms. Let's get this dress off you. You should go naked in heels
to this gang bang. I want the people on the loading dock to see you strut
your whore ass right into that pack of horny perverts."

Marge raised her arms and the dress came off. Faye stepped aside and had
Marge do a slow turn in place. When Marge, once again, faced the guards,
Faye slapped her ass, propelling the naked woman forward. Faye then watched
Marge walk steadily toward the pack. When she arrived at the group, they
surrounded her. Hands smothered her body as she was helped along, up the
steps, pausing at the door to look back at Faye.

Faye smiled at the fearful look Marge gave before being hustled on in. When
the last man entered and shut the door, Faye picked up the dress and
wandered back to the plant. She tossed the dress to the large crowd that had
gathered on the loading dock, saying, "She won't be needing this."

* * *

The men took Marge into the lounge area of their trailer. They'd mounted a
large, color TV monitor on the table. Before it sat a curious device mounted
on a stand. The device looked like an exercise machine but without weights.
A padded board eighteen inches wide and two feet long pivoted on a pipe
cross member like a child's teeter totter. While one man raised the board to
the vertical, two more guided her to stand within the framework with her
back to the board.

Marge allowed herself to be man-handled into place, resigned to whatever
fate awaited her. She faced the monitor showing the loft and dozens of
people waiting for a show to begin. As Marge's arms were brought behind the
board and lashed to the pipe, she saw Brenda's bench being set in place by
two guards.

Eugene stood at Marge's left side directing the men in their work while
fondling her breast. She thought it odd that they'd want her standing to
watch the show, but she said nothing. Several others set-up camera equipment
on tripods stationed around her. Two cameras were to her front on each side
and one was behind her. In addition, one guard held a video camera on her as
he moved about the scene always focused on her.

Occasionally, she glanced at the monitor. Whoever worked the hand- held
camera, for it could not have been Faye, panned the crowd or the empty
bench. Marge recognized all the faces, and several people smiled into the
camera and made comments directed at Marge by name. Sound was something she
had not expected.

She saw the new girl, Tiffany, the one Faye told her about. The poor girl
appeared to be in shock and was the first to be totally stripped. They
passed her around like a naked Raggedy Ann doll. Even her fellow accounting
sluts heaped abuse on her, adding to her torment, a sort of ritual hazing of
the new girl.

Most of the females in attendance were from the accounting stable, but one
stood out in particular--Stella. She and Stella had been close for many
years. They were the "straight" women, the "mature" women, the responsible
mothers and faithful wives, the only two in the plant.

They usually ate lunch together. Their favorite topic of discussion was all
the perverse sex going on around them. They especially liked to gossip about
the stable of pregnant whores--the accounting sluts and their little
bastards. Bonnie was also a hot topic, but the doggie shows were strictly
off limits as a topic of discussion.

Marge saw Stella sitting between two of the men from purchasing getting
crudely felt up. When the camera came to Stella, the men each took a leg and
offered her beaver. She blushed but didn't object, even as the men fingered
her pussy just inches from the lens. Marge saw a side of Stella she'd never
seen--the underside. The sluts had nothing on Stella.

The cameraman in the loft moved to a new location and shot the bench from
the head end looking down its length with most of the people behind him. He
took in a sight that froze Marge.

High above the foot of the bench was another large color monitor and she was
on it. She was now aware of what the people were so engrossed with at the
foot of the bench. They were watching a show on TV--her show.

Marge's anxiety bordered on a panic attack as she felt her body being pulled
back by the shoulders. Her feet lifted free of the floor as her weight
rested on the padded board from the small of her back to her shoulder
blades. She soon found herself horizontal with her legs yawned wide and
being secured by the ankles in a stretch that went beyond the splits. Her
joints ached and her cunt sucked air. Once again, Stella saw Marge's
underside.

Eugene ran one ebony hand to her snatch while raising her head with the
other. With a heart pounding, she saw her splayed beaver just as black
fingers dipped inside the hole. She also saw the loft monitor view as her
cameraman knelt at her beaver and shot up her torso, taking in her cunt and
her anguished face. Eugene said, "Faye tells me you've been a faithful wife
for almost twenty years. Is that true, Marge?"

When Marge didn't respond, Eugene nodded her head for her. The nod appeared
to be her own, so Marge went ahead and answered aloud, "Yes."

With the ability to make her incriminate herself, and realizing just how
thoroughly Bonnie and Faye had arranged her coming-out party, Marge
gradually surrendered. In her wildest dreams she never imagined her fall
from the fidelity wagon would be witnessed by so many. She estimated the
crowd to be nearing fifty and the guards brought that to seventy-five. Those
gathered on the loading dock to see her walk naked into the guards brought
the number over the hundred mark.

The remainder of the plant would see the films. Monday promised to be a day
she'd never forget. Friday was that already and the event was just getting
underway. They were the warm-up act and warming up faster by the second.

Marge answered every vulgar taunt while watching the monitor, still focused
on her beaver getting a crude finger-fuck. She was seeing what Stella was
seeing. Even though Eugene could nod her head at will, Marge could see for
herself that her pussy spoke volumes. She'd never seen a pussy look so
wanton and in need. Slut slime coated her inner thighs clear to her knees,
and her slimy pussy literally gushed its fuck cream from a hole blossomed
open and begging a cock. Denying her true state of mind seemed absurd, and
Marge did not want to appear absurd in addition to looking like a raging
slut.

She saw the crowd had been joined by Bonnie, Faye, Brenda, and Chesty. They
stared at the monitor along with everyone else. Bonnie and Faye were beaming
big smiles. Brenda looked on in awe as Chesty ignored the monitor and licked
Brenda's pussy while Brenda brazenly presented her pussy for licking.

Eugene saw what had Marge so enthralled and commented, "Your daughter sure
is a horny little bitch, isn't she, Marge? Speak up so they can all hear
you."

Marge said, "Yes. She looks like a bitch in heat." This fired Brenda into
grinding her cunt on the dog's muzzle, and inspired another crude comment
from Marge, saying, "The girl becomes a slut when she gets around horny male
dogs."

The crowd roared their approval as they watched Brenda proving her mother
right. She stripped off her clothes and danced provocatively before the
enraptured animal. She danced her way to the familiar bench and reclined in
wide-spread offering. She assumed her mating pose, the same one she assumed
in Max's office; only this time, she parted her vaginal lips with her own
fingers.

Marge assumed that Faye now held the camera. The camera zeroed in on the
splayed crotch and the angry, red cock poking at it. Chesty had jumped up
and stood with his front paws on her chest. When the cock found the hole,
the camera was perfectly posed to capture the penetration.

Eugene traded places with the guard shack cameraman, drew out his black
cudgel, and prepared to shove that bulbous instrument into Marge. Her
cameraman took a position similar to Faye's and caught the action from first
poke to final entry. He slid almost effortlessly in to the balls just as
Chesty had. The people in the loft had a choice of shows as did the guards
in the security shack. In both places, the audience was divided evenly, but
Marge and Brenda only had eyes for their respective monitors. Each had to
peer around their fucker.

Marge never enjoyed a cock more, and Brenda never enjoyed bestiality more.
The audiences in both places never enjoyed pornographic entertainment more
and clothes began peeling off. In the loft, the circle fuck started with two
couples--Stella and Mark, Tiffany and Howard--and more joined each minute.

In the guard shack, the men drew numbers. When the circle fuck had ten
couples, Marge was on her third guard. Marge drained five by the time Brenda
drained one dog. When Brenda sucked, Marge sucked. When Brenda took the dog
up her ass, Marge took the guards up her ass. Brenda emptied the balls of
one dog three times; Marge emptied twenty-two pairs of balls one time each.
They were both fucked-out by show's end.

Brenda, Bonnie, and Faye entered the guard shack to find Marge taking two
men at once. She was still on the rack with her head tilted back, both ends
stuffed with cock. When the men deposited their loads, Brenda was placed in
reverse over her mother. The two women attacked each other's sloppy twats,
their bodies glued together by semen. After a break, they had an orgy, a
free for all suck-'n-fuck fest.

Before they departed, Bonnie stopped Marge to say, "Are you ready to start
doing a mother/daughter act?"

Marge said, "Why not? We'll start working on an act."

After they left, Bonnie and Faye walked back to Bonnie's office in the nude,
streaming fuck down their legs. The plant was almost empty. Once settled,
Bonnie said, "So, any regrets?"

"None. You made me a believer. I'll never be a dumb cunt again."

"Good. It only gets better from here on out."

The End

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