From: alebeard@ix.netcom.com(Alebeard )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: program1 /slavery
Date: 11 Jan 1996 07:10:56 GMT
Organization: Netcom
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     "Get with the Program - alternative plot one"

      by Phil Phantom


     A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through

my mind.  My whole life was turned topsy turvy.  By the time I

got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat.   I met Bill at the car.



He said, "Honey, are you all right?  You look like you've been

crying."

     I said, "I have been.  Helen had me beaten with a cane.  I'm

all right, though."

     "That does it.  We're getting out of here right now.  Fuck

the damn job!"

     A part of me panicked.  I reached out and placed my hand on

his arm and said, "No, let's see this through.  We've gone this

far.  You were right; we need this job.  I can take whatever

Helen can dish out."  Bill studied me with great curiosity,

trying to read me.  The normal part of me tried to figure out

where that statement had come from, for I wanted out of there

fast.  I now realize that it wasn't Helen's threat that made me

want to stay.  We could easily get away.  It wasn't the job,

either.  It was Helen.  I wanted Helen to correct the injustice

in my boring life.  Bill seemed to see or sense it.  He said,

"Okay, if you're sure.  Just say when you've had enough, and

we'll be out of here."

     I said, "No, I want us to make a commitment to see this

thing through, no matter what, and I expect...no...I insist you

hold me to it."

     "All right.  We're staying the full week.  I won't

interfere, I mean that."

     "I don't want you to."

     "The kids will have to fend for themselves."

     "Of course.  Come on; I'll help you unload."

     As we unpacked our things, Steven lay sprawled on the bed

with his magazines.  Jenny helped me.  As I bent over a suitcase,

Jenny said, "Mom, what are those stripes on the backs of your

thighs?"

     I blushed and stood straight.  Steven, Bill, and Jenny

awaited my reply.  I looked nervously from one face to another

and decided to tell them the partial truth.  I knew Helen would

be exposing me to further outrages and thought I should brace my

family.  They were going to see a side of me that I didn't even

know existed.  I said, "I was given a beating with a cane.  I'm

all right."

     Jenny looked tearful and cried, "Why?  Who?"

     "It's all right, Jenny.  Helen Cummings had it done to put

me in my place.  I got a little smart with her and made some

threats.  She taught me a good lesson."

     Steven looked up with interest and said, "What lesson?"

     "To behave myself while we're here and not give anyone a

hard time.  Believe me, I won't, and I strongly suggest you guys

do likewise.  These people are serious, but they're here to have

fun, not hurt people.  We need to keep that in mind."

     Steven said, "Was it fun?"

     I looked at his amused face and said, "No, it was not fun. 

They took off my shorts and panties and hit me between the legs. 

It was not fun in the least."

     Jenny winced and made an agonized face, but Steven was even

more amused, saying, "Wow, they hit you in the cunt!"

     Bill said, "Steven, that's no way to talk to your mother."

     Steven's words thrilled me.  I tried to act serious and

calm.  I said, "No, Bill, let him say what he wants.  We can't be

enforcing our normal rules in this place.  You can't very well

let a boy look at stuff like that [indicating the magazines] and

expect him to call a vagina a vagina, or treat women, even his

mother, with any respect."  I looked to Steven and said, "To

answer your question, yes, she hit me in the cunt."

     Steven's face lit up at my use of the foul word.  Jenny

cried, "Mom!"  Bill looked equally shocked.  They've never heard

me say "shit," much less "cunt."  Steven loved it and said,

"Really, did she get your clit."

     Bill shouted angrily, "Steven, that's enough."

     Again I stood up for Steven and said, "Leave him alone,

Bill.  He obviously wants to hear about it.  I won't begrudge him

taking whatever pleasure he can grab from this experience.  I

would much rather he enjoyed this stay rather than be traumatized

by it."  To Steven I said, "And yes, she did hit my clit."

     "How'd she do it?"

     "Helen didn't do it.  She had a girl your age, a very pretty

girl I might add, take off my shorts and panties and start

whipping my ass and thighs.  She gave me over a dozen hard hits,

then brought one right up between my legs while I knelt on all

fours."  I found this confession very stimulating, but was not

prepared to tell them what I was doing on all fours.

     "Neat, did the cane go into your pussy slit?"

     "Yes, it went right in the crack."

     "Far out.  Did you cry?"

     "Yes, I cried a lot."

     "God, I wish I could have seen that."

     Jenny said, "Steven, you're awful.  You have no idea how

much that must have hurt Mom."

     I walked up to Steven and ruffled his hair, saying, "I think

he does, Jenny.  He's just being honest.   I appreciate that.  If

it happens again, I hope Steven is there to witness it.  Who

knows, they might even let him do the hitting.  Would you like

that, Steven?"

     "Yes, I'd do it, too.  I'd really make you cry."

     I brushed hair from his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm sure you

would, dear.  I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but if it

happens, I won't hold it against you."

     "Even if I hit you on your pussy?"

     I smiled, "Yes, even on my pussy, in my slit, on my clit. 

Are you happy?"

     "Yeah, I can't wait."

     That conversation with my son in front of my husband and

daughter had my pussy leaking into my shorts.  I knew I had to

change the subject and my shorts quickly before further

humiliating myself.  I remembered Helen's bra and panty rule and

turned to Jenny, saying, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you

too, Jenny.  Helen said there's a firm rule: no panties or bras

are allowed here.  You'll have to change.  They kept mine, but I

still have need to change."

     "Mom, all I brought was skirts and dresses and a swim suit. 

I can't go without panties."

     "You have to, Jenny.  I'm sorry."

     "Well, we can't change here."

     "It's that or outside.  They want us to live in this fish

bowl.  We may as well make the most of this.  Just wait till

there's no one walking by and do it quickly."

     "What about them?"

     She indicated her father and brother.  I said, "Come on,

Jenny.  We can't possibly hide from each other in this room, and

I'm not sending everyone out every time you need to attend your

toilet or change clothes.  Hurry up now."

     "Mom!  At least make them look the other way!"

     "Jenny, honestly!"  I strode over and pulled her dress up

over her head like I used to when she was a child.  She fell

right into her old way of lifting her arms for me.  I tossed off

her dress and pulled her bra off the same way.  She crossed her

arms over her compact mounds as I knelt and dragged her panties

down, making her lift one foot then the other in bashful

humiliation.  While freeing her panties, I held her right foot

higher than necessary.  My eyes drifted to her crotch, inches

from my face.  I was suddenly paralyzed by the most exciting view

of my daughter's pussy.  I wondered what hers would taste like. 

Would her inner flesh feel differently than Helen's?  Would the

fine light hairs add or detract from the experience, and would

her pink clit grow any bigger in my sucking mouth?  I was

startled from my fantasy by Jenny crying out, "Mother, please,

put my leg down!"

     I dropped her foot and stood.  Jenny was trying to hide both

her tits and her crotch.  I tossed her a short skirt and blouse. 

I stripped naked and took my time finding something to wear.  In

the process, I gave everyone, even passers-by, a lewd exhibition.



Steven was a delight.  He got on his hands and knees behind me

and followed me everywhere.  I slowly pulled on a pair of shorts,

being sure to give Steven a good long look at my criss-crossed

naked ass, not to mention my pussy.  My awkward efforts were

slowed by my overly-dramatic show of pain as I gingerly inched

the shorts past one stripe at a time.  I was rewarded for my

effort by an exciting comment from Steven as he peered up between

my legs.  As my ass wiggled in his face, he said, "It's all red

where she hit you in the pussy, Mom."

     I said, "I wouldn't doubt that, but remember, pussies are

reddish on the inside anyway."

     "Yeah, I know, but yours is red inside and out, especially

on your left cunt lip.  I can see where the cane landed.  It went

across your clit to the right side of your pussy mound.  I can

see the mark through the cunt hairs."

     I held myself in this exposed position and questioned Steven

about my wound.  He rewarded me with another long and lewd

description.  He even used his fingers to trace the area. 

Afterwards, I reluctantly hid his visual treasure and said,

"Well, thank you very much for that commentary.  I'm sure Jenny

and your father appreciated it too."  

     I zipped my shorts and turned to face them, topless.  I

ignored their looks and searched for a tube top.  I borrowed one

of Jenny's and crammed my thirty-six inch tits into her

thirty-two inch top.  Jenny was dressed by then, so I suggested

we explore the facility.  We decided to pair off: boys going one

way, girls the other.  We parted near the fountain.  Bill and

Steven paused to look at the Venus.  I overheard Steven remark,

"She looks an awful lot like Mom, especially her tits and cunt,

huh Dad?"

     Jenny said, "Mom, how can you let Steven talk about you like

that.  He's being nasty on purpose."

     "I know, Jenny.  Boys are like that.  Let him have his fun,

dear.  Who knows, you might even find something you like here. 

I'll tolerate that too."

     "I seriously doubt that.  This place is scary, Mom.  These

men look at me like I'm naked."

     "You are under that outfit, and they know it.  You better be

careful how you sit or you are going to give somebody the thrill

of a lifetime."

     She smiled as we entered the clubhouse and said, "I already

gave Steven his thrill thanks to you."  She paused and said,

"Mom, why were you looking at me like that...you know, down

there."

     We walked side by side pausing from time to time to study a

painting or other object.  I said, "You mean why was I staring at

your vagina.  I don't know, sweetheart.  It captivated me. 

Frankly, I've never seen one so pretty, cute, and sexy.  I'm just

lucky the guys were there or I probably would have given it a

very long kiss, and not a peck either."

     "Mom!"  She giggled, "This place is getting to you.  Gosh, I

never thought I'd hear you say something like that....Did you

really like it that much?"

     We had stopped before a large painting of a leather-clad

dominitrix standing spread-legged over a bound young girl with

the girl's tongue reaching into the woman's exaggerated vagina. 

I turned and grasped Jenny by the shoulders, looked deep in her

eyes and said, "Jenny, I loved it and I'll try to look again and

again.  I may even try to sneak in a kiss from time to time.  I'm

just warning you.  Sweetheart, your legs are not your finest

feature, your pussy is.  Believe me."

     I could see her beaming through her delightful blush.  She

said, "I don't care if you look or anything, Mom."

     "I'll remember that.  Jenny, see that gentleman sitting by

himself in the lounge.  That's Mr. Peabody, the head of

accounting.  He's a nice guy.  Why don't we go over.  I'll sit in

the stuffed chair facing his and you can sit on the arm.  Here's

your chance to show a man your pussy and test his reaction."

     "Mom!  I couldn't do that...could I?"

     I took her hand and led her over, took the seat, and patted

the arm rest.  Jenny shyly sat with her knees tightly pressed

together.  I made introductions as Mr. Peabody smiled warmly and

ran his eyes over both our bodies.  We made small talk as Jenny's

legs slowly relaxed and drifted apart.  After three minutes, he

was unabashedly looking right at her naked pussy.  Jenny was

unabashedly showing it to him.  I talked while stroking my left

hand along her right thigh.  Jenny seemed to enjoy her first

intentional exhibition.

     Mr. Peabody enjoyed it also as he stared openly through the

top half of his bifocals.  Those glasses must have given him a

clear view.  His bermuda shorts testified to that.  Impulsively,

I let my hand drift higher up her thigh, pushing her short skirt

up before it.  Jenny softly cried, "Mom!" and laid her hand over

mine, following, not resisting.  I glanced around to see that no

one was looking, then continued to mover her shirt up past her

mons and angled my fingertips to her slit.  I traced her pussy

lips and said, "Penny for your thoughts."

     Jenny was nervously looking around as he said, "I was

wondering if it got any better."

     I pressed gently outward against her inner thigh with my

fingertips.  Jenny let her leg drift out until her knees were

eighteen inches apart.  I used a finger to pull her right labia

out and said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

     "Magnificent.  Look, why don't we move to the library.  It's

cozy and usually private."

     Jenny gave me an anxious look.  I said, "Lead the way."

     Mr. Peobody led us past the TV room and into a small book-

filled room with a small sofa, a desk, and a padded leather

chair.  He shut the door and said, "Have her lie down on the

desk, please."

     Jenny clutched my hand.  I turned to her and said, "Relax,

sweetheart.  He's not going to screw you unless you want him to. 

He just wants a better look at your gorgeous vagina.  Isn't that

right, Mr. Peobody?"

     "Jenny, no one here will do anything to you unless you let

them.  All you have to do is say no.  Everyone here will honor a

no.  It's a golden rule.  I just want a better look, okay."

     Without waiting for her response, I guided Jenny to the desk

and lifted her.  I pushed against her chest until she settled

back uneasily.  I scooted her back and placed her feet on the

desk-top, wide apart.  I told her to lift her butt.  Jenny

lifted; I pushed her skirt past her waist and stood aside.  Mr.

Peobody had dropped his shorts and advanced between Jenny's legs

stroking an impressive erection.  My mouth watered.  His eyes

focused on her beaver as he knelt.  Jenny was on her elbows,

watching him study her intimate anatomy.

     I knelt at his side and reached for his cock.  He

relinquished it to me and dipped his head to kiss Jenny's pussy. 

Jenny squealed; her thighs clamped his head.  I pumped his cock

and pushed out on her left knee.  She relaxed and soon had her

knees wide.  I watched him lick my little angle, then went low to

take him in my mouth.  I sucked him in that awkward position,

listening to my daughter's moans.

     I grew more and more excited, as did Mr. Peobody.  He

stopped to tell me to get naked.  I got up and stripped

hurriedly.  I rubbed my cunt against his elbow to let him know I

was ready.  He got up and practically threw me onto the desk

beside Jenny.  He quickly mounted me and shoved his cock all the

way into my wet pussy.  I drew back my legs, holding onto my toes

and screamed, "FUCK ME!  Oh, Yes, Fuck me hard!"

     Jenny rolled to her side and looked at the cock pumping into

my fevered crotch.  Having her watch added to my excitement.  I

lifted to meet his thrusts.  He fucked me long and deep, slowly

building up steam.  My orgasm exploded over me and was quickly

followed by another.  A third happened when he came.  I ground my

cunt on his spewing cock and milked his spend from him.  My

crotch became a milky froth of our juices.  

     He pulled out.  I still held my toes, exhausted.  Jenny got

down and looked between my legs.  I caught her eye, seeing her

between my knees and decided to hold my obscene pose.  I said,

"Take a good look, Jenny.  You're going to see a lot of this." 

Mr. Peobody put on his shorts and left.  I slowly recovered.  We

dressed and left.

     We walked to the bar, took seats and ordered cocktails.  We

sat silently for a few minutes.  When the drinks came, I took a

long sip and said, "Are you upset with me?"

     She smiled and said, "No!  Not at all, Mom.  God, that was

something, incredible."

     "It was that.  You may not believe this after what you saw,

but your father is the only man I've ever had sex with."

     "I'm not surprised, Mom.  I have a hard time imagining you

and Daddy doing it."

     "But you do imagine it?"

     She blushed and said, "Well, it's not like an obsession, but

yeah, I have."

     I smiled and touched her nearby thigh, saying, "Have you

ever seen your father's penis erect?"

     "No, but I did see it soft, hanging out the leg opening of

his shorts.  I've seen that a lot."

     "I figured so.  Have you ever touched a penis or kissed

one?"

     "No, never, not even Steven's, though he wants me to."

     "Interesting.  Steven has many dimensions, and I think he

has one dimension that is bigger and fatter than his father's."

     "Mom!  Are you horny for Steven?  It did look like you were

trying to turn him on back in the room."

     "Was I that obvious?"

     "Mom, you practically wiggled your vagina under his nose,

and if I didn't know better I'd think you wanted him to beat

you." 

     I took a casual sip of my drink while looking straight

ahead.  I said, "What makes you think you know better?"

     "God, Mom!  You're unreal.  Did they drug you?  You aren't

the same Mom that went up there."

     "You're absolutely right about that; but no, they didn't

drug me.  I'm sorry if I've said too much.  Hey, let's finish

these drinks and find the guys."

                         *  *  *

     We wandered around the camp for and found the guys at the

pool.  Few people wore suits and the pool staff was naked save

for shoes and hats.  There weren't many kids present in the camp,

but those we saw were as provocative and outrageous as the

adults.  The young boys gave the female staffers a hard time by

pinching and slapping tender areas.  The girls, some

pre-pubescent, flaunted themselves shamelessly at any male but

especially the handsome lifeguards.  Steven was naked in the

water with three of the little minxes.  On our way over to Bill,

a young boy, maybe thirteen, came up to Jenny sporting a junior

grade hardon and simply said, "Hi, my name's Robert.  Want to

fuck?"

     Jenny appeared to be studying the presented prick, but was,

in fact, too dumbfounded to immediately respond.  She simply

said, "No."  He looked to me and said, "How about you, lady?"

     I smiled and said, "Thanks for the offer, dear, but not

right now, okay.  You might try asking Jenny again, though. 

Maybe tomorrow or the next day."

     He shrugged and skipped off leaving me to deal with a

flustered daughter.  She said,  "Mom, are you crazy?  Can you

believe the nerve of that brat?  And what made you tell him to

try me again.  Do you think I might say, 'yes'?"

     As we came up to Bill in his lounge chair I quietly told

her, "If you don't, you're a fool."  To Bill I said, "Hi, dear. 

I see you found a spot with a view."

     "Goddamn, honey.  These chicks are fantastic.  This place is

so open and free.  I love watching these kids explore their

budding sexuality.  They're having a ball, literally.  I think

Steven lost his virginity in the pool right before you walked up.



See that little blonde swimming off.  She took it."  

     I gazed over the top rim of my sunglasses and said, "Bill,

that's the little girl that beat me in Helen's office.  Her name

is Stephanie."

     Bill looked up at Jenny and said, "Why don't you get in the

water, kiddo.  Take off those clothes and just jump in."

     Jenny hemmed and hawed, danced around nervously, then took a

lounge chair on the other side of Bill.  She managed to position

her legs facing the group of frolicking kids and slowly let her

feet drift apart.  I nudged Bill and we watched her on the sly. 

She finally had a good beaver shot going and attracted their

attention and their splashes.  They drenched her while she kicked

and squealed.  They got out of the pool and surrounded her.  She

struggled half-heartedly as they threatened to strip her and

throw her in the pool.  As her top came off and they were working

on dragging her skirt off, Jenny shouted,  "No!"  Three boys and

a girl immediately let go.  Only Steven still held her by a leg. 

He said, "Hey, come on!"

     One of the boys said, "Let her go, man.  She said 'No.'  The

lifeguard heard."

     Steven didn't understand but dropped his sister's leg and

joined his new friends as they jumped back in the pool.  Jenny

sat half-naked looking terribly frustrated and deeply

disappointed.  I said, "Let that be a lesson to you Jenny.  'No'

is a two edged sword around here.  Go on, take that silly skirt

off and get in the pool."

     She nervously complied and dashed into the water where she

was warmly received.  I said, "It looks like they might both lose

their virginity in the pool."

     "That's fine with me.  Say, what was that 'no' business

about?"

     I explained what we'd learned and said, "Helen made it quite

clear that the rule did not apply to me."

     "Too bad, it's a good rule.  Are you going to be able to

live with it?"

     I smiled and flashed him my leaking beaver through the leg

hole of my shorts, saying, "I already have, right in front of

Jenny, and made a complete fool of myself."

     "Anyone I know?"

     "Mr. Peabody.  Oh, and I heard about Cassandra and you. 

We'll just call it even."

     Bill blushed and turned his attention to the two boys

sandwiching our giggling daughter.  Greg Miller, Bill's

supervisor, sat with a large group of members on the far side of

the pool.  Greg was a short, barrel-chested man, very hairy and

balding.  He wore speedo briefs.  I watched him get up and dive

towards the kids, surfacing near them and advancing in the

waist-deep water.  The kids parted for him and he scooped Jenny

up in his huge arms.  He carried her to the underwater steps and

emerged by his friends.  They applauded and he carried her with

her ass facing them, her arms clinging to his thick neck.  After

parading her about, he brought her around to our side and carried

her right past us.  Jenny's adorable pussy peeked out from

between her tender thighs as her ass passed before Bill and I. 

Greg never acknowledged us, only grinned his shit-eating grin. 

We never heard a 'no' from Jenny, even as he headed out toward

the cabins.  We watched him carry our naked, virgin daughter

across the threshold of cabin seven.  Thirty minutes later, he

carried her back and paraded her pink, semen-weeping, raw pussy

around the pool several times as though making victory laps. 

Jenny appeared to be taking it quite well, even enjoying the lewd

attention.  He came near us to give us a very special look, then

heaved her into the pool.  Jenny came up laughing and splashed

him several times as the kids swarmed over her.  I looked to Bill

and said, "What a little slut."

     He smiled and said, "Yeah, ain't she, though?"

     As Greg strutted back to his group, I said, "Did you know he

planned to do that?"

     "I figured he'd try.  I never imagined that Jenny would go

along so willingly.  That was the big shocker."

     Bill and I watched three boys and Steven take turns coupling

with Jenny in the shallow end.  I couldn't call it fucking.  They

were mostly just taking turns getting buried to the balls and

locking themselves together for the duration of a turn as defined

by the group.  This went on for another thirty minutes and ended

when a tall man, old enough to be her grandfather and sporting a

mighty erection waded out and took a turn.  He made her squeal

and squirm, but she did not say, 'No.'  It took him a few minutes

to get fully seated.  He then emerged from the pool with Jenny

skewered on his dick, clinging to his neck, and with her legs

wrapped around his hips.   She looked like a spider monkey

clinging to her trainer.

     In this lewd manner, he walked her about for the amusement

of the pool patrons.  People peered between her legs, smacked her

fanny, and poked fingers up her asshole.  I saw people pointing

to us and waving him in our direction.  He came up and stood

between Bill's chair and mine.  We had an excellent view looking

up at the thick cock stretching our little girl's vaginal lips

thin.  He carried on small talk with us while obscenely

displaying her to us and a fairly large gathering that crowded

around.  Jenny merely hugged herself to his neck and buried her

face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.  Steven knelt between

our chairs and excitedly said, "Jenny's getting the shit fucked

out of her.  Look how big he is, Mom."

     I was looking, and looked harder when the man cupped her

small buttocks and began lifting and lowering her on that huge

pole.  He began fucking her in earnest, looking more like a man

jacking off with a girl's body.  Jenny wailed, pounded his chest,

dug her fingers in his hair, but never said, 'no,'  He made her

cum, then poured his seed up her cunt.  He surprised us all by

pulling her off his dick with a sucking pop, then setting her on

my lap, saying, "Thanks for the use of your daughter."  He walked

off amidst throngs of laughter as semen pouring from my daughter

and drenched my lap.

     Jenny enjoyed her initiation into public sex.  She returned

to the pool and was the center of attention.  When we left the

pool area, she didn't bother to put anything on and wiggled her

ass provocatively all the way back to our cabin.  Steven

constantly had his hands on and in her body as she walked along. 

Bill and I followed, amazed at the transformation we observed. 

We held back to let them get ahead.  When they went into the

cabin, we stopped on the path.  Bill said, "Let's give them a few

minutes in there alone."

     I said, "You think they'll fuck, don't you?"

     "I think they might.  Look, people are stopping to look in

our windows.  Lets go see."

     Bill was right.  Jenny was on the bed on her back holding

her feet by the toes as she had seen me do.  Steven was on his

knees between her legs and was fitting his cock into her cunt. 

We looked on with a group of twenty while they screwed with

abandon.  I placed my arm around Bill and we kissed.  A couple

came up behind us.  He behind me, she behind Bill.  He unfastened

and dropped my shorts.  She took out Bill's cock and began

jerking him off.  I parted my legs and took the man's cock in

from the rear.  They had us before the window.  Steven saw and

alerted Jenny.  Her head turned and she smiled at what she saw. 

     I loved getting fucked in public and thrust my ass out

shamelessly.  Bill came all over the window pane and I leaned

over and licked the sliding drools of sperm from the glass. 

Afterwards, I pulled off my tube top and pressed my tits to the

glass as the man pounded my cunt to mush.

     At our first meeting, Helen called me and Jenny to the stage

overlooking fifty members and staff people.  Helen announced,

"We'd like to officially welcome the Smith family to our club. 

Karen and Bill have graciously offered their lovely daughter as a

gift to all of us."  That was my cue to strip Jenny, and I

removed her clothes sensuously.  I got behind her and moved her

feet out wide with my foot.  I held her two arms up as Helen

said, "They said they will even deliver her to your cabin, or you

are free to use her in theirs.  She will remain nude and

available throughout the remainder of her stay, so you guys help

yourselves."

     The room burst out in applause.  Bill came forward and

lifted her into his arms.  He carried her from table to table to

allow the members to fondle her.  Jenny freely held her legs

apart for their groping, probing fingers and tongues.  After

dinner, and for the rest of our stay, we carried Jenny from one

fuck to another.  Bill and I also performed a live sex act with

her on the stage that evening.  Steven got his wish two nights

later as he and I performed at another meeting.  He bound and

beat me, then fucked my ass.  This was so popular that it became

a regular event at every meeting.  Steven demonstrated his

imagination and creativity.  He mastered me, and I grew to

worship him on and off the stage.  Before we left the retreat, I

pledged my indenture to my son and informed Bill that his marital

rights were being deferred to Steven.  Bill accepted this

declaration.   He did, after all, have Jenny.

                        THE END



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From: alebeard@ix.netcom.com(Alebeard )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: program2 slavery/inc
Date: 11 Jan 1996 07:12:43 GMT
Organization: Netcom
Message-ID: <4d2d9b$kt3@ixnews4.ix.netcom.com>

"Getting With the Program-Alternative Plot Two"

By: Phil Phantom



     A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through

my mind.  My whole life was turned topsy turvy.  By the time I

got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat.   I met Bill at the car.

He said, "Honey, are you all right?  You look like you've been

crying."

     I said, "I have been.  Helen had me beaten with a cane.  I'm

all right, though.  The woman is a pervert, Bill.  She's sick. 

They're all sick."

     "That does it.  We're getting out of here right now.  Fuck

the damn job!"

     I could see right through his act.  I wondered what he'd do

if I had agreed.  Instead, I said, "Maybe we're being hasty,

Bill.  The worst may be over.  Suppose that was the test and I

passed."

     "Honey, I think you may be right.  We would be crazy to quit

now.  I had a talk with the kids while you were up there.  They

seem okay.  Look, lets wait for the first dinner meeting and see

how that goes.  It's six thirty now, that gives us ninety minutes

to think this out."

     I told him that was a good idea.  We went inside the cabin. 

I got Jenny aside and told her about the no-panty no-bra rule. 

She did not like that rule one bit as she'd only brought short

skirts and a swimsuit.  I got the tube top from her and convinced

her to go with me to find a lady's room to change in.  I ushered

her along protectively shielding her from sights I didn't want

her to see, like couples making out, bare body parts, and

especially lewd art work.  We found the restroom and changed our

clothes.  Jenny kept tugging at her hem saying she felt naked

without panties.  I assured her that if she sat carefully, no one

would ever know.

     We hadn't gone ten feet when a big meaty hand rested on my

shoulder.   It belonged to a god.  I've never seen a more

striking figure of manhood.  He could have been the model for the

fountain statue.  He told me that Helen needed my measurements

and that we should follow him.

     We followed; our eyes followed his cute, tight buns.  I was

glad Jenny would be with me, for I knew I'd be putty with this

guy alone.  Jenny seemed captivated with this hunk right off the

pages of a Gothic romance.  He led us to a simple room that had a

few chairs lining the wall and a low examination table.  A sexy

half naked girl in a nurses costume held a tablet on a clipboard.

He closed the door and told me to strip.  I started to protest,

but remembered Helen's words.  I shrugged and stripped.  

     He ordered me onto the table on all fours, then proceeded

to take measurements of me.  Everything about my private parts

got measured, reported to the girl, and recorded.  When he came

to my vagina, he measured the length of my labia lips, inner and

outer.  He measured my clit, the distance from my anus to my

pussy hole.  He also probed me with measuring instruments and his

strong fingers. He had me creaming.  I melted under his touch. 

     He laid me on my back on the table.  My legs hung off each

side with my open crotch facing Jenny.  He came up to my head and

I turned to find his erect penis in his hand.  He stroked its

ten-inch length poised at my lips.  Honey-like precum dribbled

from the slit.  My lips parted when his cockhead touched them.  I

sucked self-consciously at first, but with feeling.  I began

using my right hand after a few minutes.  I marveled at its hot,

velvety texture and manly musk.  

     He withdrew after a long sucking and got between my feet. 

He easily drew me down to the end of the table, put my ankles on

his shoulders, and brought his mighty cock to my opening.  I

looked down my body and gasped at the sight.  It was the biggest,

most beautiful example of man-muscle I'd ever seen and it was

poised to enter me.  I totally forgot about Jenny being there. 

He pushed that monster dick in hard.  I groaned and met his

thrust.  He worked for several minutes to fully seat himself.  I

went mad, twisting and turning and gripping the table's edge with

white-knuckled hands.  

     When his balls pressed tight to my ass, I drew my legs back

and grasped my feet by the toes and shouted, "FUCK ME!  Oh, Yes! 

Fuck me hard."  

     Boy did he fuck me.  He fucked my pussy juices into a milky

froth, pounded me into a stupor, and made tears pour down my

cheeks.  He made me cum three times then bathed my womb in a

copious douche of sperm.  When he drew out, my head slowly

cleared.  I was still holding my toes and the first thing I saw

was Jenny's astonished face framed by my bent legs.  She was

staring hard at my cum-leaking pussy.  

     Seeing my daughter shocked me back to reality.  Semen poured

from my hole as I sat up.  The nurse lewdly wiped my crotch with

a moist towel while together they held my legs apart right in

front of Jenny.  This was the most humiliating event of my life. 

He helped me down and Jenny looked with terror-stricken eyes,

expecting to be next.  He saw that look and said, "Relax, baby,

nobody's going to take anything from you here.  When you're

ready, you'll have to ask.  That's a golden rule, by the way.  A

'no' freezes any guy here, believe me.  I'm just glad your stepmother

doesn't seem to know that word."

     This piece of news both lifted my spirits, and shamed me

terribly.  I felt relieved for Jenny, but it made me look even

more like a slut.  We left the room and wandered aimlessly in

silence.  I could not bear to look Jenny in the eyes.  Finally,

she said, "Stepmom, Helen hit you with something, didn't she."

     I had forgotten about the marks.  I nodded and told her I

had gotten smart with her and it wasn't that bad.  She said, "You

were afraid to say 'No,' weren't you?"

     We stepped outside.  I turned to face Jenny and gripped her

by the shoulders, saying, "Sweetheart, there are things going on

here that I can't explain.  It has to do with power and sex and

control and your father's career future.  Helen is playing games

with me, and you're right, I can't say 'no.'  That doesn't mean

you can't."

     "Stepmom, don't worry, I'll never tell what happened."

     I hugged her tightly.  Twenty minutes later, we were all

seated in a crowded dining room.  I felt trashy in a tube top and

skirt.  Most diners were in suits and dresses.  Our table was

centered on a raised platform stage.  The tables fanned out from

it.  Bright lights illuminated the stage and our table, making us

feel conspicuous as the guests of honor.  Helen, looking radiant,

mounted the platform, and tapped a crystal glass on the podium. 

All conversation ceased.  She said, "As you know the Smith family

has applied to join our happy family."  Applause rang out and we

acknowledged it.  Addressing us, she said, "We have a traditional

way of getting to know what kind of people we're bringing to the

fold.  I'll explain in a stepmoment.  First, we'd like to begin by

presenting Karen Smith with our coveted Venus."

     A man in a tuxedo entered with a jewelry box.  He and Helen

approached me.  I sat nervously as Helen got behind me, opened

the case, and laid a gaudy, heavy pendant on my upper chest.  I

could not see the thing, but it felt like a huge brass "W".  It

covered my whole upper chest with the base of the W in my

cleavage.  The emblem was attached to a heavy chain that Helen

crossed at the back of my neck and brought the two ends together

at my throat.  She snapped a jeweled padlock on the two end

rings.  It was then that I realized the chain was a large dog's

choker chain.  While snapping the lock in place, Helen whispered

in my ear, "This is a valuable piece of private property and the

lock is very expensive.  If you decide to leave here with it, or

damage the lock in any way, I'll have you arrested and charged

with grand larceny."

     My heart sank as she raised up and said, cheerily, "There

you are, dear, and it does look lovely on you."  She returned to

the stage.  By the astonished looks on the faces of my family, I

knew it was something vulgar.  I cautiously bent my head down and

looked.  I almost shit.  What I thought was a giant "W" was a

cutout of the Venus girl from the fountain.  She was posed as in

the fountain with her legs out in a wide "V", her hands

reaching around her haunches to spread open her sex. 

The plaque was painted by an artist with great attention to

detail.  The head of Venus was at my collar bone and her long

hair attached to the center of the chain.  On her chest, like a

tattoo over her big breasts, it read:  FUCK ME.

     I let go of the pendant and hung my face in my hands.  The

crowd applauded and laughed.  Bill patted my shoulder, Jenny

stroked and patted my knee.  I had never felt such shame.  I

slowly brought my eyes up and fixed them on Helen, not knowing

whether I wanted to kill her or kiss her.  She smiled back from

her rostrum, then announced, "Now, here's how this works.  During

your stay here, all acts of sexual intercourse between your

family and the membership and staff will earn you one of our

coveted cum drops."  She held aloft a white tear-drop-shaped

object the size of a grape.  "These attach to your Venus, Karen. 

Notice the hole where a hole on a woman should be?"

     I looked down and sure enough saw my skin showing through

her pussy.  She said, "The first one attaches to it, the

rest attach to each other to form a chain.  Your clothing may

never go above the bottom of the chain, so if you're bashful, you

better ask your family to keep their libidos in check.  We count

any exchange of semen from one body to another, so they can add

up quickly if you guys are very oral."

     We were all blushing at that remark, but I wanted to crawl

in a hole and die.  "Now, here are Karen's vital statistics. 

We'll be charting her progress in particular.  Her breasts

displace 920ml.  They measure 36".  Her nipple diameters are one

and a quarter inches soft, three quarters when erect.  Her tummy

is 23", her hips are 37.5", and her legs at the inseam are thirty

inches.  That's measured from heel to labia.  Her clit protrudes

even when not erect but during full erection measures one-half

inch above the mean plane.  Her labia majora are five inches long

and the labia minora are three and a half.  Her hole easily takes

two fingers, but four is her maximum without pain.  She has a

vaginal volume of 420 ml and can accommodate the largest penis

here fully within her vagina."

     My face could not have been any redder or hotter had it been

on fire.  I sat through this crude exhibition with a pounding

heart and stared blankly into space.  I thought it was over, but

she said, "Now, Karen, whenever someone earns you a cum drop, it

is customary to thank that person publicly at these meetings. 

They must first provide a witness as proof, however, so you

needn't worry about cheating.  The customary way of thanking a

person is by applying a kiss to their genitals.  For instance, if

Charlie fucks Jenny and has a witness, you would kiss Charlie's

cock.  If Bill fucks Cassandra, you would kiss her pussy.  Do you

understand the rules, Karen?"

     I nodded, numb with shock.  Bill and Jenny seemed equally

numb.  She had more, saying, "Since you obviously haven't had

time to do anything yet, I say we eat."

     A shout rang out from the back.  It was a familiar voice. 

It said, "Wait, I fucked Karen not an hour ago and I have a

witness."

     "Hey, it looks like Karen wants to get the show on the road.

Who is your witness, Lars?"

     "Jenny, her daughter."

     "Stand up, Jenny.  I'll need some information from you."

     Jenny looked at me with eyes of pure terror.  I told her to

do as Helen said.  She stood shakily.  Helen had the clipboard

and said, "Now, let's see.  Was your stepmother fully naked for this,

Jenny."  Jenny nodded but Helen made her speak up.  She finally

shouted, "Yes."  Helen asked, "Did she suck his cock?"

     "Yes!"

     "Did she take him analy or vaginally?"

     "Vaginally."

     "Did she take him fully?"

     "Yes, I think so."

     "Did she reach an orgasm, if so, how many?"

     "I think so, three, maybe four."

     "Okay, did he cum in her pussy or her mouth."

     "Her vagina."

     "You have to choose between pussy and mouth, dear."

     Jenny looked to me and I waved her on.  "Her pussy."

     "Well, it looks like Karen has earned her first cum drop. 

Lets give her a hand.  Come on up here, Karen."

     While the applause died down, I rose on trembling legs and

approached the stage.  Helen placed me center stage and fastened

the cum drop to my pendant.  The base of the drop rested on my

tube top, so Helen rolled the material down an inch, making the

tight roll cut my breasts in the middle and exposing the top

edges of each nipple.  I blushed throughout this ordeal.  She

called Lars up and stood him before me.  She had me kneel and

free his cock.  It sprang out and hovered over my face.  Helen

whispered so only I heard, "Don't just kiss it, you suck it and

don't let go."  She then said loud enough for all to hear, "Okay,

dear give it a friendly little kiss."

     I took the base of his cock and bent it toward my lips.  I

thought about how this looked to my family, but saw no other

option.  I let my lips flow over his thick knob and sucked it

into my mouth.  Helen said, "Hey, that's some kiss, Karen."

     I continued to suck as mummers floated about the room. 

Helen said, "I think she wants to earn another cum drop.  Is that

right, Karen?"

     She whispered for me to nod and I nodded.  "All right, let's

hear it for Karen!  Go for it girl."  

     Under her constant secret tutoring I put on a vulgar

display, using both hands to jack him off while sucking like a

mad woman.  When his cock erupted I had orders to hold his sperm

in my mouth and pull out to let one jet hit me in the face.  I

felt totally decadent following these instructions, but I

followed them.  When Lars pulled free, he zipped up and left. 

Helen tilted my head back and made me open my mouth wide.  Her

fingers dipped into the puddle of cum and she held them up for

cheers.  She wiped her fingers in the corner of my mouth, closed

my jaw with my head tilted way back and said, "Swallow."

     My shocked family got a good view of my throat muscles

working as I swallowed the semen.  Helen then stood me up facing

everyone and attached a second cum drop.  This time, my top had

to be rolled past my nipples.  The tube top would not stay on the

lower slopes of my breasts.  It simply settled at the base and

lifted them obscenely.  People laughed and cheered.  I knew I'd

at least be topless for the remainder of our stay, and that

notion filled me with dread.  I returned to my table as dinner

was served.  No one spoke.

     Back in the cabin, after dinner, I was inconsolable.  They

tried to reassure me, tried to make me feel better.  I simply

wanted to curl up and die.  Bill disappeared before dark.  When

it was time to turn in, I remembered Helen's words about the

sleeping arrangements.

     I sat up and called Steven and Jenny to me.  I took a deep

breath and said, "Look, Helen has ordered a special sleeping

arrangement that we must follow.  The three of us have to sleep

in the nude."

     Steven beamed, "Great!  I like Helen."

     I ignored his comment, took another deep breath and said,

"Furthermore, I'm to sleep between you two with my head in the

opposite direction.  Actually, this should give us more room."

     Steven said, "I like that."

     Jenny said, "Steven, stop it.  This isn't funny."

     I said, "Leave him alone, Jenny.  This isn't his idea, even

if he does approve.  Let's just get undressed and get under

covers, shall we.  I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat."

     Steven said, "I don't want covers.  It's too hot for

covers."

     Jenny said, "Suit yourself, but there are people looking

in."

     "Let them look; I'm not ashamed."

     I said, "Sleep any way you want, but let's get some sleep."

     I quickly got undressed and under the single sheet.  Jenny

got undressed under the sheet.  Our naked hips touched and Jenny

moved to the mattress' edge.  Steven stripped and stood by the

bedside.  His cock stood up rigidly on proud display.  I tried

not to look at it as he got on the bed and settled near my end. 

He adjusted his sleeping position until his cock was beside my

head and his head rested against my hip.  I lay there frozen as

he began stroking his member.  My eyes drifted to it.  He was

larger that his father and very stiff.  I also noticed people

with their faces pressed to the windows.  The lights from outside

cast a light hue in the room, making everything easy to see.

     My breathing increased as Steven increased his masturbating.



He jostled the bed.  Jenny got up on one elbow and saw what he

was doing and exclaimed, "Oh, Jesus, Steven, you're sick.  People

are looking at you.  Stepmom, make him stop!"

     I couldn't say anything.  I remembered Helen's warning.  I

wasn't sure I wanted to.  My eyes kept drifting to his lust

filled penis.  When I didn't try to stop him, Steven took that as

encouragement.  He rolled on his side and angled his cock towards

my face.  My left shoulder dug into his pelvis as he attempted to

bring his cock closer.  I could have turned my head and kissed

the head.  I was tempted.  I knew I should if I wanted to please

Helen.  

     Jenny raised up once again and declared, "Steven!  What are

you trying to do?  Stepmom!"

     I said nothing.  Steve took this as a go signal.  He raised

up over my shoulder and brought his cock to my lips, beating

faster, rubbing my slack lips with his weeping cockhead.  Jenny

stayed to watch her brother, awed at my complacency.  Steven grew

more excited and tore the sheet from the bed.  Jenny squealed as

he got to his knees.  He beat off with one hand and used the

other to explore my passive body.  He molded and squeezed my

breasts, pinched my nipples, then trailed his hand to my crotch. 

His hand cupped my hot sex.  Two middle fingers delved inside me.



My legs bent at the knee involuntarily.  My left leg laid over

Jenny's tummy.  My passions grew.

     Steven crudely fingered my cunt and I drew my knees back

shamelessly.  My outer left thigh passed over Jenny's fine pubic

bush.  I pressed down on it to bring my pelvis up to meet

Steven's fingers.  My mouth open and captured Steven's cock.  I

sucked as his pumping fist beat my chin.  He exploded in climax,

peppering my tonsils with his youthful spend.  My orgasm

followed.  I ground my pussy on his hand.

     I lay in utter shame and satisfied exhaustion.  Steven took

a breather and got between my legs to visually examine my wet

pussy.  I held my legs open for him.  He toyed with my sensitive

sex for ten or fifteen minutes, then grew another erection.  This

time, he settled between my legs and entered my still horny

pussy.  Jenny was speechless as I took him in my arms and wrapped

my legs around my stepson's waist.  I fucked my stepson without shame. 

In the middle of the night, he fucked me again.  I awoke the next

morning to find him entering me once again.  We fucked in broad

daylight before a small crowd gathered at our windows.  Jenny

climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in the sheet.  Steven put

on quite a show.   Afterwards, I felt totally decadent.

     I skipped breakfast and remained in the room dreading two

O'clock but relieved that by hiding out there would be no more

cum drops.  Jenny stayed with me much of the time, but Bill and

Steven were always out.  At noon a knock at the door sent a

shiver up my spine.  Jenny answered it and came to me with the

message that Helen wanted to see me.  She looked at me with eyes

of pity and sadness.  I crawled off the bed and put on my skirt -

my only covering. 

     With my breasts exposed I thought it was pointless to cover

my middle.  I looked at the hideous medallion, looked at Jenny,

and said, "Don't worry, Jenny.  This will end one day.  I can

handle it if you hold together."  She assured me that she could

and walked with me to the bottom of the stairs.

     The maid admitted me as before and led me before Helen who

sat with four of her executive wife friends, all smiling at my

humiliation.  Helen rose and walked around me, saying, "You

disappoint me, Karen."

     Strangely, those feelings from the previous day began to

resurface.  The humiliation of my subservient position and the

prospect of being punished again stirred my juices and brought

life back to me.  I said, "I'm sorry."

     "Sorry isn't going to cut it.  You're spoiling my fun by

hiding away.  I want you out and about, mixing and mingling,

showing off your necklace and the cum drops you've earned,

earning more, in fact."

     "I'll mix if that's what you want.  I earned several with

Steven last night.  I'm sure you got word."

     "I did, and that was good, however, fucking your stepson does

not earn you cum drops.  You weren't paying attention last night.

I think I have to spell everything out for you, Karen. 

Before I do, I think you need a little warming up to remind you

of your place.  Remove your skirt."

     I quickly stripped off the skirt and stood under the

watchful grinning eyes of the women.  Helen came over swishing

the thin cane through the air, saying, "I'm posed with a slight

problem.  I need to discipline you, but I don't want the marks to

show.  People might think you're being forced to do the things

you do.   We don't want to give that impression, do we, Karen?"

     "No."

     "Do you have any suggestions as to where I can hit you that

won't show a mark?"

     I gulped and softly said, "Between my legs?"

     "Excellent idea, Karen.  Why don't you get on that coffee

table and lie on your back with your cunt facing my friends."  I

assumed the position as the four women huddled at my crotch. 

"Now use your arms to support your hips.  Lift your legs high and

spread wide."  I pulled my legs up over my head and held myself

up by the hips, letting my legs fall out wide.  My head hung off

the edge and I saw Helen come and stand at my head looking down

on her target.  Before I could steel myself for the blow, she

swung down hard into my gaping slit.  The pain was excruciating. 

I rolled onto my side, clutching my crotch.  She said, "Get that

cunt back in position!"

     I quickly returned for another and was promptly paid.  This

time I only drew my legs together.  I forced them out as waves of

tingling heat burned my tortured pussy.  After the forth blow, I

held my legs apart the whole time.  Helen rained the blows down

on my pussy and triggered the oddest sensation.  Not an orgasm,

it was different - intense sensation.  She delivered the last six

while I held steady and almost rose to meet them.  The women

examined my numb pussy with their fingers as I held the position.

Helen looked at my glazed eyes and said, "Do you want to please

me, Karen?"

     "Yes!  More than anything."

     "I'll be frank.  I want to see you humiliate yourself before

everyone here including your family.  You are the entertainment

for this week, but you haven't been that entertaining.  I expect

you to do something about that.  You were a passive partner to

Steven.  I would like to see you acting more aggressive, slutty,

hungry."

     "I will, I promise!"

     "We'll see.  I was hoping your cum drops would be below

crotch level by this afternoon, but that doesn't seem likely with

forty minutes to go.  Thankfully, your stepson and your husband have

been doing their part.  Between them they've fucked five of my

girls so far, but they're only human.  When it comes time to

award your cum drops, I expect you to show you're willingness to

please me.  I should not have to prompt you to suck these women's

pussies and put on a good show."

     "Yes, I'll do it.  I promise.  I'll do it now if you want -

for all of you."

     "We can wait.  It will be better.  You may leave, now.  Get

dressed downstairs."

     I rolled off the table and picked up my skirt.  I made my

exit and stepped into the lobby downstairs wearing only my shoes.

Jenny was quite surprised as were six others.

     At the lunchtime meeting, seven women stood and told of

having sex with Steven or Bill.  I kelt before each and dutifully

sucked their pussies to orgasm.   Helen attached seven cum

drops to my chain, bringing the end to my navel.    Afterwards, I

returned to my table and had lunch with my somber family.  After

lunch, I did not hide myself away, nor did I berate Bill and

Steven for adding to my humiliation. 

     I mixed, mingled, and fucked.  Bill and Steven continued  to

rack up cum drops for me.  Jenny earned one by sucking her first

cock.  That evening, I serviced five men and eight women.  I also

lost my skirt as the chain went below my crotch.  The next

morning, I assisted Gerg Miller in deflowering Jenny.  With her

help, I had eight men and six women to service at the lunch

meeting.  When the chain reached the floor, the medallion came

off and we were officially welcomed as full-fledged members. 

Bill is now on the fast track with the company. Steven no longer

needs to make peep holes in our walls.  Jenny and I compete for

his attentions.



                        THE END



You may contact the author at an101532@anon.penet.fi





From: alebeard@ix.netcom.com(Alebeard )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: program3 slavery/inc
Date: 11 Jan 1996 07:13:59 GMT
Organization: Netcom
Message-ID: <4d2dbn$6sq@cloner2.ix.netcom.com>

"Get with the Program"  

Alternative plot number three

By: Phil Phantom



     I followed the sexy maid into Helen's suite.  Helen lounged

in the nude with four of her executive wife friends.  Her cocky

air put me on the defensive.  I countered by a show of bravado,

stepping forward and saying, "Helen, you could have at least

warned us as to the nature of this retreat.  I hardly think this

is a fitting place to bring young childr..."

     Helen silenced me with a raised hand then said, "You shut up

and listen."  I gulped.  "I have waited a long time to get you up

here.  You will leave here one week from now either as the wife

of one of our new rising stars, or as the wife of an unemployed

bum with a poor recommendation.  If it is the latter, and you

make any trouble what-so-ever, I'll spare no expense to hunt your

family down, kill you and your husband, sell your son to the

white sex slave trade, and place your daughter into slavery right

here until she turns eighteen.  You don't want to know what we do

to them when they turn eighteen.  It is not a happy birthday when

you are the candle and the cake is a huge pile of kindling wood."

     I couldn't speak, move, run, or throw up.  I just stood

there with my mouth open.  Had those words been spoken by anyone

other than Helen Cummings, I would have spat in her face.  I knew

Helen was dead serious, and that she could and would do exactly

what she said.  Her next words were, "Strip!"  What could I do? 

I stripped.

     I soon stood before these women stark naked.  Helen got up

brandishing a long thin rod, slapping it against her palm.  She

advanced on my trembling form and shouted, "Stand with your legs

apart, arms out."  I moved into the position.  

     She circled me twice, then brought the rod arching down

across my stomach.  I screamed and dropped to my knees, clutching

my belly.  She yelled, "Stand up, bitch!"

     I quickly stood and assumed the position.  Another blow cut

across my buttocks, stinging like a thousand wasp stings.  Tears

poured from my eyes.  She moved around and swung up, cutting the

underside of my breasts.  I cried and clutched my breasts. 

Another blow hit the backs of my thighs and straightened me up. 

While behind me, she brought the rod up between my legs.  The

pain was excruciating and dropped me to my knees once again.  By

this time, I hurt all over and my mind reeled from the pain and

shock.  I begged and pleaded, but only got orders to resume the

position.  She moved in front and ordered me to thrust out my

cunt.  My eyes pleaded, but I did as she instructed, knowing what

was coming.  The anticipation was the worst part as I watched her

draw back and come up between my legs.  She applied a dozen sharp

strokes to the center of my sex.  By the time she finished, I was

on my knees, numb between my legs.

     Helen stepped forward and I looked into her shaved sex.   A

gentle pressure on the back of my head told me my next move.  I

pressed my face into her loins and slavishly used my tongue,

tasting my first pussy.  She stood casually and said, "Right now,

your husband is balling Cassandra as he has been doing for the

past six months.  Your kids are undoubtedly perusing the toys and

material in the room and getting very turned on.  Would you like

to know what your role is this week?"  

     I shuddered to think but nodded my head vigorously while

keeping my tongue deeply buried in Helen's musky sex.  She said,

"You are here to entertain me and my guests.  Actually, I should

say, you and your children."  I groaned, but did not stop my

licking.  "Each day we gather for dinner and supper.  We like a

floor show when we dine.  You will provide the floor shows.  This

afternoon, I think we'll start with something mild.  I think I'll

have you auction off Jenny's clothes."  I pleaded with my eyes,

but kept licking.  "Dress her in a full ensemble: heels,

stockings, garters, panties, skirt, blouse, bra, even a hat if

you'd like.  I'll leave the choreography to you.  Be imaginative.

Think sexy.  If your show is not exciting enough,

Jenny will be tied up and whipped by you.  The audience votes by

a simple thumbs up or thumbs down.  But I warn you, they don't

impress easily."

     Helen stepped away and returned to sit with her friends. 

They were all smiling.  I began to implore, but Helen stopped me

immediately, saying, "There's nothing you can say that I want to

hear.  If you don't cooperate, I'll have you, Jenny, and Steven

stripped, beaten, and bound in vulnerable positions for the

enjoyment of the members all week.  Bill will lose his job and

you will live with option number two - silence or death.  I'm

sure that answers any questions you may have had.  Now, go get

your little whore ready for the show."

     I rose to unsteady feet, gathered my clothes, and backed

out.  I dressed downstairs under the eyes of several leering

members and two staff people.  I went immediately to the cabin

and saw that the car was gone.  Once inside, I saw that Bill was

gone, too.  Steven was still absorbed with the magazines and

barely looked up.  Jenny ran to my arms and cried, "Mom, Daddy

went off with a naked lady.  She just called him and he went."

     I tried to soothe her as Steven said, "Yeah, if she had

called me, I'd have gone too.  She was a real knock-out, Mom."

     I stroked Jenny's head and said, "Kids, these people are

very sick.  We are in a very dangerous position with no way out. 

I have just received the beating of my life with a thin cane."

     Steven looked up and said, "Really!  Were you naked?"

     "Yes, and it wasn't amusing, Steven.  These people are

serious.  You may be next, young man, so get that smirk off your

face."  I took Jenny by the shoulders and said, "Sweetheart,

you're going to have to be very brave this week."

     "Are they going to beat me, too?"

     "I certainly hope not, but they might.  Honey, they want me

to auction off your clothes this afternoon at a dinner show."

     Steven looked up and said, "Hey, far out.  Will I get to

see?"

     I shot Steven a dirty look and said, "Steven, Please!"

     Tears immediately formed in her eyes as she cried, "Mom, No!

They can't make us do that."

     "Honey, they can and they will.  Furthermore, if the show

isn't exciting enough, they say I'll have to beat you myself. 

I'll do it, too.  I have no other choice, believe me."

     "Mom, no!"

     "Listen to me, Jenny.  This is no game; this is life and

death.  They are prepared to kill us if we cause trouble.  If we

cooperate, Dad will keep his job and get a big promotion.  Jenny,

whether we cooperate or not, you will not leave here a virgin,

I'm quite certain of that."

     Jenny's mouth fell open in shock.  Steven turned a page and

said, "So who wants to leave anywhere a virgin."

     I strode over to the bed and flipped through the magazines

until I found one showing a man with a large penis buried to the

hilt in a boy's backside.  I tapped the photo and said, "Jenny

isn't the only one subject to losing her virginity, smart ass. 

Do you still stand by what you said?"  He went pale and swallowed

hard.  I said, "Look, I'm sorry.  I'm upset and nervous.   I'm,

under a great deal of stress right now.  Your father not being

here doesn't help."  I turned back to Jenny and said, "We need to

be thinking about this show.  I don't want you beaten, Jenny, not

by me or anyone else.  Forget your modesty or your virginity and

think about survival.  From here on out, that's all I'm thinking

about.  I suggest you two do likewise."

     Jenny cried, "Mom, this can't be happening."

     "It is happening, Jenny.  Get used to it.  Don't make this

any harder than it already is."

     I had a difficult time getting Jenny ready.  Helen had some

things sent down that she thought we could use: spike heels,

fishnet nylons, a garter belt, and half-cup bra.  I made Jenny

put them on, though we had no privacy and drew a great deal of

attention.  Steven was the worst.  He leered at her body and made

occasional wise cracks.  I decided to ignore him.  When she was

dressed, I stood back and looked her over, making her turn in

place.  Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes did not add to the

effect, so I gave her another talk and applied heavier make-up. 

In the end, she looked gorgeous, like a junior street walker.  I

had her pace the room and offered tips on putting a sexy sway to

her step.  Afterwards, we rehearsed our act.  This was the

hardest part of all, because I found it difficult to advise her

to show off her tits and cunt when they got bared.  I thought it

would be a nice touch if I was forceful, even mean, since I

figured she might balk once we were on stage and clothing started

falling.  I warned her to expect my act.

     Bill returned looking sheepish.  We didn't talk.  He hung

around for a few minutes, then left.  We met up again at the

dinner table assigned to us.  Cassandra was on his arm and sat

beside him at our table.  I sat on his other side and saw her

fish out his stiff cock and begin jerking him off slowly.  I

hated them both at that point, though I figured he had as little

say in the operation as I did.  As the meals were served, Helen

mounted the stage.  It was a low platform, a bandstand, actually.

It was brightly lit and had a PA system.  She took the mike and

welcomed everyone.  She announced us as prospective new members. 

We each stood as our names were announced.  Bill stood with his

cock sticking out and drew howls of laughter and applause.  He

slicked back into his seat.  When Jenny nervously stood, the

crowd roared their approval.  She blushed prettily and hurriedly

sat.  Steven took a bow.  I got a good reception and sat

gracefully, blushing.

     Helen said, "Now, Karen has graciously offered to auction

off her lovely daughter's clothes and display her young charms as

a gift to us."  A thunderous applause went up.  She silenced it

with a lifting of her almighty hand and said, "Proceeds will go

to the purchasing of an urn for young Cindy McConnel."  Her hand

swept towards the huge fireplace mantle.  There was a row of

urns.  Behind each urn was the portrait of a young teenage girl. 

The one on the end was a picture of Cindy McConnel with a large

Dixie cup in front of it. 

     My heart sank as Helen said, "For all the pleasure she gave

us, she deserves a better resting place than a fucking paper

cup."

     The people laughed.  I was mortified.  When Helen called us

up, I dragged Jenny along.   I placed Jenny center stage and made

her stand erect, shoulders back.  I took the mike and started

right in, "Who'll give me ten dollars for this lovely girl's

shoes?"

     Jenny began sobbing quietly right away.  The bidding was

brisk.  I took twenty-five for her shoes and invited the man to

come up and remove them.  He lifted each leg high in claiming his

shoes, causing her intense shame.  The crowd loved it.

     "Now, can I hear twenty for her stockings?"  I lifted her

skirt all around to fully expose them to the bidders, making her

turn in place.  The stockings went for thirty-eight.  One of

Helen's lady friends took them from Jenny, reaching her

red-nailed fingers high up Jenny's legs in the process.

     "Can I get fifty for the dress?"  The dress went for ninety

to an old accountant.  Jenny stood in bra, panties, and a garter

belt.  The garter belt went for ten.  Jenny started crying.  I

squared her shoulders and auctioned her bra for fifty-five.  I

continually had to make her stand erect after the bra was

removed.  Tears flowed down her cheeks.  I walked around her and

slapped her firm ass as the panties went up for bid.  They went

for two-hundred dollars.  Greg Miller, Bills supervisor, took the

bid and advanced towards the stage sporting an evil grin and a

hardon.  As he knelt with one knee on the stage, I moved Jenny up

to him.  His hands slowly took her briefs and eased them 

down as the crowd got to their feet.  He paused when the top edge

went past her pussy lips.   Her turned her to show her ass and

dropped the panties several more inches.  He turned her to face

front, and moved them to mid thigh.  Jenny was trembling as his

meaty hands caressed her firm body and delved between her legs,

wiping through her slit.  When she pulled back, I swatted her ass

to make her offer her loins.  

     Somewhere during all of this, I got turned on.  My pussy

swelled and lubricated.  I think it was seeing this burly older

man fondling my pure virgin daughter in public that did it. 

Impulsively, I moved up close behind her and cupped her tight

moons very low, my fingertips near her sex.  I shoved her loins

out to him in bold offering.  He palmed her cunt and fingered her

pussy while I held her for him.  Occasionally his fingers brushed

mine as they did their dirty work, giving me a strange thrill. 

Jenny quivered under this molestation.  After the panties came

off, I took Jenny by the scruff of her neck and marched her to

various points along the stage front, making her assume lewd

poses.  

     The crowd loved it when I made her turn and bend low.  I

pushed her feet wide and leaned over her ass, reaching in with

both hands to spread her cheeks.  They roared their approval.  I

looked at her pink rosebud and impulsively teased my wet finger

around it.  Some yelled, "Poke her!"  It was all the

encouragement I needed.  I ignored Jenny's groan of despair and

pushed my fuck finger steadily into her tight asshole.  I loved

the feel of her and my smile was genuine as I pandered to the

crowd, finger-fucking my little girl's ass.  I was not ready to

quit.

     I marched Jenny to the other end of the stage and had her

turn in profile.  I reached to grasp her foot nearest the

audience and raised it high, pointing her toes to the ceiling. 

Jenny was forced to use her hands for support as I made her do

the standing splits.  I hugged her vertical up-raised leg and

traced my fingers along her crotch, teasing her vaginal lips with

my painted nails.  This was so popular, I repeated it at several

points along the stage, giving everyone a great view of my

daughter's pussy.  I also increased my manipulations of her

cunt flesh, brazenly displaying her pink meat, even dipping my

fingers into her heated sex.  

     Afterwards, the vote was taken.  To my utter

astonishment, we barely got enough thumbs-up votes to avoid the

beating.  Clearly, my bold finale saved her and she knew it.

     After the dinner.  Helen called for me.  I was stripped,

cuffed, and beaten between my legs.  It wasn't for any wrong

doing.  She simply wanted to do it.  Afterwards, I thanked her

and went down on her and her friends.  Before leaving, I got my

next assignment - to seduce and fuck my son on stage.

     This went surprisingly well, as Steven needed little

seducing.  Once he realized what was expected, he became the

aggressor.  We sat on a sofa on center stage.  I placed Steven's

hand on my breast.  He then took over.  He stripped me and

practically rapped me, taking me in a variety of lewd positions,

playing to the audience.  It was not to avoid a beating; for

again, it was Jenny who would pay the price.  She stood naked and

bound spread-eagled in a wooden fram that looked like a large

frame for a double door.  She watched with great interest during

the performance, and I'm sure she silently urged us to greater

acts of depravity.

     We got a general thumbs up, but again I was summoned for a

beating.  This time, I got a dozen stokes between my legs for not

suggesting he take me in the ass.  I cursed myself because the

thought had occurred to me.  

     My next show was with Jenny.  I tore her clothes from her

and jammed her face in my widespread beaver.  I humped her crying

face and slapped her around for their enjoyment.  I put on a

strap-on dildoe and fucked her ass.  Afterwards, I forced her to

tongue-fuck my asshole and ended by squatting over her face and

pissing.  Again, we barely avoided her beating, but I still got

mine for not making her drink my piss.

     Each show got nastier and nastier.  Bill took Jenny's cherry

while I serviced them with my tongue.  At another show, we all

got in on the act, did a great job, but didn't make the cut. 

Jenny got her first beating at my hands.  I got another for not

hitting her between the legs.  The next time I did it right.  

     Between shows, Jenny and I were kept nude and were available

to anyone, male or female.  Steven took great advantage of us.

By weeks end, I had helped every man there mount my daughter

several times over.  Jenny and I had also eaten every

pussy several times over.  Jenny got a thorough beating after

nearly every show and learned to take a cane to her cunt rather

well.  The final act was a family gang bang involving everyone. 

After the show, Bill got his promotion, and we were welcomed as

full members.  

     After the announcement, a group of young girls were marched

out, smiling.  They were the girls whose pictures were over the

mantle.  Cindy McConnel led the procession drinking from the

Dixie cup.  Helen placed her arm around my shoulder and said,

"You didn't really buy all that, did you?"

     I smiled and kissed her. 

                        THE END



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