From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
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Subject: THC: Barbara's submission to Cheryl continues.  The conclusion
to the 5
Date: Mon, 17 Jun 96 02:01:10 -0700
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   THE ATONEMENT Part 5: The Final Descent

   "Hi, Barbara.  This is Cheryl."

   Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the
other end of the phone.  She had been expecting this call ever since John
told her of Cheryl's future plans.  She would panic whenever the phone
rang. She spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say
that would change this bitch's mind.  She vowed to herself that she would
be strong and forceful when the moment came, but now that it was here, her
knees began to buckle and she groped for a chair to sit down in.  She
opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.  Her carefully rehearsed
speech was lost somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind and she could
only recall images of her degradation and humiliation at the hands of this
woman who was speaking to her.

   "Hello?  Are you there?  Barbara, speak to me!"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here," Barbara began weeping.  She had no
idea why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was
once one of her best friends.  This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing
her to perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding
more.  More, perhaps, than Barbara could give.

   "Has John told you about my move?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't
give me any details or elaborate any further."

   "Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed.  She wanted to tell Barbara herself
just so she could see the expression on her face.  "Well, in that case,
I'll be there for lunch today at around 12:30.  Don't make anything to eat,
I'll bring it with me.  You just get yourself ready, a robe will be fine,
and we'll discuss just exactly what is expected of you and what your
options are."

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had hardly gotten the words out of her
mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver.  She placed the phone on
the cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what
John had told her.

   John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans.  It
was, after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move.  Cheryl was
divorcing Don.  Don had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample
support money while Cheryl to move into Barbara's quest room.  That was all
he said, and that was all that had to be said.  Barbara couldn't help but
think that Cheryl was positioning herself to steal John away from her.  She
refused to accept that scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep
John.  She became determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came
to lunch and to, at the very least, voice her opposition to the move.  Her
mind made up, she got up from the table and began to get herself prepared
for Cheryl.  ***************

   Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbara's house for
lunch.  She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call it her
home as well.  She saw Barbara sitting at the table wearing only a robe and
obviously startled b y the sudden intrusion.  She laid the bags of Chinese
take-out she purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the
cabinets to get the plates and utensils they would need.

   "Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barb.  You
knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her
disappointment in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl.  I've had a lot on my mind lately and I
guess the time just slipped up on me." Barbara got up and went over to help
Cheryl ready the meal.  She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and
carried them to the table.

   "I guess you have had a lot to think about lately.  Let's eat first and
then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults.  Okay?"

   "Okay, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara agreed.

   The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word to
each other.  Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbara was as she
picked through her meal.  She wondered if Barbara's uneasiness was due to
worry about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it
was brought on by the planned move.  When she had finished eating, Cheryl
pushed her plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbara nibble at the
plate of Mandarin Beef and Rice.  Finally, the tension between the two
women became too much for Cheryl to bear.

   "What's the matter, Barbara?  Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while
reaching in her purse for a cigarette.

   "No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl.  I'm just not used to
eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today," Barbara
replied.

   Barbara's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she sat
down at the table to eat.  She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply,
exhaling the smoke through her nostrils.  She guessed it was time to get on
with explaining the conditions of her move to Barbara.  She wasn't quite
sure how to go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to
sort of get her fired up.

   "Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it.  I guess it's
best if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the
table and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and
crossed her feet on the coffee table.

   Barbara picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the
counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl.  When she
entered the living room, Barbara was not sure what she was supposed to do.
Thinking it better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed
her position in the center of the room.

   "No need to assume the position just yet, Barbara.  Sit down and let's
get whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl
motioned for Barbara to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and
watched as the naked woman sat.  For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbara
looked better now than when she first saw her nude only about a couple of
months ago.  She seemed to look more sensuous than ever before.  She
studied the woman, nude but for a dog collar around her neck, for a few
moments before beginning.

   "Okay Barbara.  Tell me what it is that's bothering you.  I assume it's
about my new living arrangements.  If it is, I want to know what you find
so troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it
out in the ashtray.

   "Well, Mistress Cheryl, I ..."

   "Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbara.  Call me
Cheryl." Cheryl was hoping to get Barbara to open up and drop her guard.

   "Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you expect
of me.  I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even
though I found most of them disgusting.  The only thing that got me through
most of those things wa s knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be
back home and away from it all.  Now, if you're living here, will there
ever be an end?  I don't think I could live every moment like that."
Barbara began to cry and covered her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl
directly.  "One more thing, I can't help but think that you're trying to
take John away from me.  I can't, ....  I won't, let that happen .  Believe
me, I'll do whatever I have to do to prevent that from happening.  I mean,
I'll resort to any means within me to stop it."

   Having said her piece, Barbara wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat
back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply.  She couldn't stop her hands
from trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them
together. She watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and
spread them slightly apart.  She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn
immediately to the spot under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together.
She noticed that Cheryl wasn't wearing any underclothing and that caused
her, for reasons unknown to Barbara, to become aroused.  Embarrassed,
Barbara blushed and quickly shifted her eyes to Cheryl's face.

   Cheryl saw Barbara staring under her dress and noticed her face turning
beet red.  She had hoped Barbara would provide her with an opening where
she could announce her full plans to her.  What she got was more than she
had hoped for.  She took her legs off the table and sat upright.

   "Barbara, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on the
floor between my feet while I answer you."

   Still trembling, Barbara got up and did as Cheryl requested.  She sat
down between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an
answer.

   "First of all, Barbara." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about
John, you've already narrowed you options down to one.  That option is you
remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married
couples are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do
whatever I tell you to do.  Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you
are to get yourself ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude,
of course.  On those nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to
wait up for me, again nude and ready.  When John is present, you will also
do whatever he desires, but you must remember that I am your mistress and
have absolute control over you.  You will be required to do whatever may
amuse me at the moment, and to accept whatever punishment I decide is
fitting.  From time to time, I may have company of my own over for the
evening.  They may be male or female, but their presence will not be an
excuse for your not reporting here as scheduled .  On occasion I may make
arrangements for you to appear elsewhere, without me or John.  You will go
where ever I say and do whatever it is that I instruct you to do.  I may
forbid you to sleep in your bed with John.  I may have you sleep with me,
or in my bed while I sleep in yours with John, or even on the floor.  You
will do so without question or hesitation.  These rules also apply during
the day while the kids are in school.  If you accept these conditions, you
can remain here as John's wife and mother of his children.  If you do not
accept them, John and I have decided that he would leave you and file for
divorce.  With the photos and 'witnesses' we have, we should have no
problem convincing the courts that you are not a fit parent."

   Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to sink
in.  She watched Barbara's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs
escaping from her lips.

   "On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad.  I'll pay
a fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with
the housework.  There may be times when you and John need to get out by
yourselves and I'll be available to watch the kids for you.  That is if I
haven't made plans of my own.  Just remember when you return, you must
present yourself to me no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag
from the cigarette.  "So, Barbara, do you agree to the conditions?"

   Barbara couldn't stop her sobbing.  What possible choice did she have?
She thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting
deeper and deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was
being dragged further and further down into the depths.  She was shocked to
learn that John had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him
if she did not agree to these despicable terms.  She wished he were here
now so that she might confront him and see for herself if Cheryl were
telling the truth.  She couldn't afford to take the chance of refusing the
conditions set forth by Cheryl.  Life would be hell under the stated terms,
but it would be completely unbearable under the alternate circumstances.

   "Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had forgotten that she had
been excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress".  It came out of her
mouth instinctively.

   "I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming.  In the beginning, she had no
idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of
Barbara.  She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring
John for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim
or curiosity she craved at the moment.  These outcomes, coupled with the
fact that the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to
live comfortably without having to work, caused her to love her life more
than ever before.

   "Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform.  Maybe you
should look at the pictures and videotapes again.  As I recall, those
'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time.  In fact,
if I'm not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with
some very heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced
Barbara sitting at her feet.

   "And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my
dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. 
"Look now, Barbara.  Look up my dress and tell me what you see."

   Barbara raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress.  She stared at
Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist.  She could just faintly pick
up the scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within.  Cheryl was
right. Barbara was getting a roused again.

   "I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Describe it to me Barbara.  Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl
was smiling.

   "I see your pussy.  It's snuggled between your legs and hidden by wisps
of curly hair.  It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbara
continued to stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away.

   "Do you like the way my pussy looks?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began blushing again.

   "Tell me, Barbara.  Is the smell beginning to excite you?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Would you like to kiss it?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Then ask me to allow you to, Barbara.  Beg me to let you kiss and lick
my pussy.  Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such
pleasure."

   "Please, Mistress Cheryl.  Please let me lick and kiss your pussy.  I
want to so much, Mistress Cheryl.  Please let me lick you until you come. I
promise I'll do anything you ask me to do.  I'll lick you all over, even
your ass, Mistress Cheryl.  I'll suck your titties real nice.  Please,
please let me lick you, Mistress Cheryl."

   Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips.
She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina - -
would do anything to place her mouth on that spot.  Three months ago, she
would have vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing.  Now,
she craved it, was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel
its warm moistness against her lips.  She looked up at Cheryl's face and
pleaded with her eyes.

   "I'd like that very much, Barbara." Cheryl moved her hand down and
pulled up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbara.  She
began to rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbara watched.  "Yes,
I'd love to feel your tongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't
think you deserve it right now.  For now, you'll have to be content with
masturbating yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers.  Maybe
later I'll let you kiss my pussy, but not now.  La y down at my feet and
start fingering yourself.  When I tell you to, take your hand out of your
pussy and put it in your mouth and suck all the juices off."

   "No, Please, Mistress Cheryl.  Please let me lick you.  I like that so
much better." Barbara pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg.

   Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbara's hair.

   "Shut up and do as you are told!"

   Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbara slid down and laid on her back
with legs spread wide.  Her hand began playing with her own vagina.  Within
moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips.  She opened her mouth and began
playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into her
mouth.  She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump them
furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper.  Her
head bobbed back and forth as she sucked Ch eryl's toes as though they were
a cock.  She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its
crescendo.  As the orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbara felt Cheryl's hand
pulling hers away from its task.

   "That's enough for now, Barbara.  Now clean that hand off," Cheryl said.

   Barbara quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and
sucked the juices from them.  She wanted to get them clean quickly so that
she would be allowed to continue her masturbation.

   "My, my, Barbara.  That's disgusting.  I thought you didn't like to do
disgusting things.  Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue
doing disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked.

   "Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl.  I'll do more disgusting things.  Please.
I've got to cum." Barbara begged with desperation.  Her mind was focused on
her orgasm, and her orgasm only.

   "Fine.  Start licking your nipples.  If I like the way you do it, I'll
let you do something else disgusting."

   Barbara's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards.  She bent
her neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit
as she began licking her own nipples.  She frantically licked each nipple
as she worked her finger over the one not being tongued at the time.  As
she licked and massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward
searching for fulfillment.

   ""Okay, Barbara.  You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue.
Now let's see you work your fingers in your ass.  You like playing with
your ass, don't you?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  I like it very much." Barbara quickly moved her
hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight opening.

   "What do you think now, Barbara?  Do you think this is so disgusting?"

   "No, Mistress Cheryl.  I mean, yes.  It's disgusting, but I like it,"
Barbara answered.  She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she
wanted to do it.

   Cheryl watched Barbara work her fingers in and out of her ass as fast
and as hard as the poor girl could.  When it became obvious that she was
once again nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it.

   "That's enough!  I think I've made you do enough disgusting things
today. Put your hands behind your head."

   Barbara's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side. 
She couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now.  She was so close.
Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped
both hands behind her head.  When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light
another cigarette and stare at her.  Guilt was coming over her again.  It
seemed the guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. 
She hated it.  She hated being forced to endure these degradations that
made the guilt come back.  She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while
Cheryl smoked her cigarette and watched.  Cheryl's glare made her even more
uncomfortable and caused the guilt to increase.  Despite all the guilt and
humiliation, Barbara still felt her body craving an orgasm.  She had come
so close -- too close to stop now.  She blushed bright red as she looked at
Cheryl staring at her crotch, but she was also getting off on being
watched. She had only one wish at the moment.  She wished Cheryl would let
her continue masturbating.

   Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her
dress.  She looked at the prone Barbara and placed the toe of her shoe
against the slave's vagina.  This gesture drew an immediate response from
Barbara as her hips moved against the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to
drive it into her.

   "I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her silence
and spoke in a very business like tone.  "John will be helping me move my
things so it shouldn't take all that long.  Just be ready for me Saturday
night.  Until then, you are not to have sex with anyone -- including John.
Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara replied.  She was genuinely frustrated
and, at the same time, embarrassed.

   "See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door leaving
Barbara lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head.

   Barbara remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car start and
pull out of the driveway.  She got herself up and looked out the window to
confirm that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and
opened the refrigerator .  She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to
replace the one put to other uses by Julie.  She set the sausage on the
cutting board and made one, clean, cut.  She picked up the two pieces of
meat and carried them into her bedroom.  ****************

   The rest of the week went by without incident.  John would come home
from work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue
with his remodeling project until bed time.  Barbara tended to her duties
around the house as normal.  Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to
day routine.  Mentally, she was anything but normal.  She thought about her
last visit from Cheryl often.  She couldn't believe that she had actually
let her body take control of her mind to the extent that she was begging to
lick Cheryl's pussy and ass.  Each time the memory came to mind, she would
visibly shake and start to sob.  Her current state of mind caused her to
worry almost every waking moment.  She worried about what she had become
and about her marriage to John.  The two of them had hardly spoken to each
other since he told her about Cheryl moving in.  Since that time, she had
strong doubts about his love and concern for her.  She dreaded to think of
what would become of the marriage once Cheryl was living with them.

   On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that he
was finished with the basement.  He told Barbara that everything looked
real nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished
moving Cheryl's belongings in.  The announcement seemed to cheer Barbara up
and add a special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her.
She couldn't wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room.  It would
be so great not to have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters.
She wanted to start moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately,
but John told her no and ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time
before the furniture arrived.  Her disappointment was evident and she
didn't have to tell him, but she did anyway.  She saw no reason to clean
the room again.  After all, she had just spent an entire day cleaning and
hanging brand new drapes in the room when after he had finished repainting
it less than a month ago.  His reply shocked her.  In so many words he had
said that he didn't give a damn about what she thought.  He wanted the room
spotless and smelling like it had been freshly cleaned when Cheryl arrived.
Barbara didn't argue.  She did not want to start the day off on a bad foot
as far as John was concerned.

   In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats,
Barbara was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull
the U-haul truck into the drive.  She walked into the kitchen and looked
out the window.  John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled
her car into the drive.  She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly
before walking to the back door.  Barbara quickly turned on the coffee pot
and pretended she was busy straightening the kitchen as Ch eryl entered the
room.

   "Whew!  I'm glad that's over," Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped down at
the kitchen table.  "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and
out of Don's life.  How are you doing, Barbara?  Didja' miss me?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara answered as she carried the sugar and
creamer, along with three cups, over to the table.

   "Good!  I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night planned for
us all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbara's dress as she set the tray
on the table.  "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around,
it's just plain 'Cheryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbara's
panties and snapped the elastic.  "This, though, is a no-no at any time! 
From now on, you will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my
express permission to do so.  I suggest you remove them right this minute.
Are you wearing a bra, too?"

   "No, I don't have a bra on.  I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning
around the house," Barbara said as she slid the panties off her legs and
placed them in Cheryl's open hand.

   "Good.  I never did either.  Bend down and open your mouth," Cheryl said
as she balled Barbara's panties in her hand.  When Barbara bent down with
her mouth open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth.  "Keep them
there until the kids come in, or I tell you to remove them."

   Barbara's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and filled
three cups with the dark brew.  She was carrying them to the table when
John entered.

   "Oh!  Thank God!  Barb, you read my mine.  I'm dying for a cup of
coffee. How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for
Barbara to bring the coffee and answer him.  When she set the coffee in
front of him, he looked up and saw the tears in her eyes.  Barbara opened
her mouth and he saw why she had not answered.  He stood up and pried the
panties out of her mouth and threw them down on the table in front of
Cheryl.

   "Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while the
kids were around and could see." John was annoyed.  "Let's not start this
new relationship off on a bad foot.  Okay?  I agreed to whatever you
wanted, but I'll not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice
something out of place."

   Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst.  She gathered Barbara's panties
into her hand and looked at Barbara.

   "You're right, John.  I apologize.  I must not have been thinking
clearly when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A
smile came over Cheryl's face.  "Come here, Barbara, and spread your legs."

   Barbara walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl reached
under her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina.  She looked
over at John and began to sob again.

   "That will do for now.  Later, we'll put them back in your mouth."
Cheryl smugly looked Barbara in the eye and began to sip her coffee.

   The trio finished their coffees without much else being said.  John was
the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do" as
he left for the truck.  Barbara and Cheryl walked out behind him and began
giving him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart.  When the
last load had been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed
the truck doors and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to
follow him to the truck rental agency and drive him home.  He then told
Barbara to start supper and get the kids cleaned up.  Barbara nodded in the
affirmative and walked back into the house to begin dinner as John and
Cheryl left.  While preparing the meal, Barbara thought about taking the
panties ou t of pussy, but feared that, somehow, Cheryl might notice that
she had done so and inflict further punishment.  She left them in place and
put up with the discomfort while she went about her duties.

   Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away and
the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbara informed Cheryl that she was going
in to take her shower and asked what she should wear.

   "I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight," Cheryl replied with
a sly grin.

   "I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know," Barbara spat
out while pointing to her pussy.

   "Now let's get something straight right away," Cheryl angrily shot back.
"The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'.  Got it?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara meekly answered.  "What about my
panties, Mistress Cheryl?"

   "When you're all finished with everything else, call me.  I'll come in
and take care of the panties.  Until then, leave them right where they
are!"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara said with head bowed.  "Mistress Cheryl,
may I ask a favor?"

   "What is it?"

   "Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've
been dying to see it.  Would you please let him show it to me?"

   "Oh, yes.  I've heard about it.  Of course, Barbara.  When you're
through getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look.  I'm rather
anxious to see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked.

   Barbara went to the bathroom and began her shower.  She carefully washed
her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area.  When
through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her
hair, applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around
her neck.  Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she
walked to the living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche.

   "Let's all go see the basement first," Cheryl exclaimed.

   Barbara followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear. 
John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing
out the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR.  He
described how he had insulated the room to prevent the sound from spreading
through the house and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids
could use their crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean.
After the playroom, he took equal pride in presenting his workshop,
describing every detail, without noticing the boredom on the women's face.
Next, came the laundry room.  It was everything Barbara asked for and more.
It was large and featured ample space for the ironing board and iron with a
clothes rack, for hanging clothes, running the entire length of one wall.
The best feature was the built in laundry chute, which allowed Barbara to
throw dirty clothes through a door in a central location upstairs, and have
them fall into a basket near the washer.  A small TV shelf was mounted on a
shelf in the far corner.  Barbara was beside herself with glee and was
oblivious of her nudity and situation.  As she looked around the room, she
noticed another door on the wall to her right.  She walked up to it and
attempted to turn the handle.  It was locked.

   "Where does this go to?  Back to the play room?" Barbara spun around and
asked John.

   "Uh, no.  That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when asked
about the room.  "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another
room ..."

   "Yes," Cheryl interrupted.  "You see, we thought that it would be better
to have a room for us adults to use.  You know, sort of a 'recreation
room'. Do you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John.

   "Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and
retrieved a ring with several keys on it.  He leafed through the set and
picked out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl.

   Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the door.
She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside.

   "After you, Barbara.  After all, this room was really intended for your
use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room.

   Barbara entered the room and immediately gasped out loud.  Her hands
flew up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. 
"Oh, no.  Oh, no," were the only words she muttered as she looked around
the room.  It resembled a medieval torture chamber equipped with devices
similar to those she saw at the leather goods shop.  In the corner to her
left was a small cabinet atop of which sat a TV and video recording
equipment.  Along the same wall was a large laundry basin and above it a
shelf.  On the shelf was an assortment of enema bags and a douche bulb. 
The wall directly in front of her was left uncovered and the cinder blocks
were painted a dark gray.  A number of large hooks and eye bolts were
anchored into the wall at various positions.  On the wall to her right hung
belts, ropes, chains and the cat of nine tails she remembered Cheryl
purchasing.  Also against that wall stood a small chest of drawers.  In the
center of the room were two objects which were alien to Barbara.  One
looked similar to a doctors examination table, complete with stirrups.  The
other object appeared to be hand made and resembled a carpenter's saw
horse. It had a slightly wider board across the top which was padded and
covered wit h leather.  One end was shorter that the other, as though the
horse were kneeling.  Near the bottom of each leg were eye bolts.  Barbara
looked up at the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran across it.  From
several of the beams hung chains and pulleys.  She dropped her head and
moved her hands upward to cover her eyes as she cried.

   "This room, Barbara, was originally designed as a punishment room for
those occasions when you require discipline," Cheryl said as she walked to
the center of the room and faced her slave.  "We put a lot of thought into
designing it because we believed it would be in frequent use.  The entire
room is sound proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may
be in another part of the house.  To your right, next to the light switch,
is a intercom from which we can monitor what is going on upstairs.  You
know, the kids, or the doorbell, etc.  We were so thrilled with the way it
came out that we decided to add the video equipment and utilize it to
record your punishments and humiliations.  How much time you spend in this
room depends almost entirely on you.  There may be times that we will
utilize the room for recording or other things that aren't connected with
punishment, but, for the most part, you should fear this room and what it
represents."

   Barbara did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one
room she did not ever want to see again.  It was the only room that
retained the hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with
it.  She shivered as the dampness on her bare feet caused a chill to run
through her body and she thought about the things that might take place
here.

   "I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and,
perhaps, christen the room, Barbara." Cheryl stood with her arms folded
across her chest and looked at Barbara.  The sight of the woman standing
there, nude, quivering, sobbing, in utter despair over her situation, gave
Cheryl a rush.  The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused
her to experience an exhilaration like none she had never known.  The mere
thought of having a cowering slave ready to lick her feet, or anything
else, on command, created an immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy.

   Barbara looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze.  She
had done nothing wrong.  She did nothing that would call for her
punishment. She was about to say so, but thought that might give them
reason to escalate their plans for her in this room.  Instead, she looked
back at Cheryl and spread her legs wide.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

   "Well?  What are you waiting for?  Get them out of your pussy!" Cheryl
demanded.

   Barbara reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into her
pussy and grabbed the edge of the panties.  She was surprised at how wet
they had become and how easily they slid out of her.  She held them out
towards Cheryl, gripping them with the same two fingers she used to
retrieve them from within her.

   "What are you handing them to me for?  I don't want those smelly things.
Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked as she
glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in a
halting gesture.  " Oh, wait!  Dammit, John.  We should have this on video
tape.  Let's start over.  John set up the equipment and Barbara, put them
back in your pussy."

   John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set everything
up as Barbara began inserting the panties back into her vagina.  She used
her index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from where
she had just pulled t hem.  She turned to face the video camera, and John,
as Cheryl ordered and waited for the command to restart her "performance".

   "Ok, Barbara, let's run through this," Cheryl began.  "When I say
'Action!', what are you going to do?"

   "I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress Cheryl,"
Barbara shakily replied.

   "Yes, yes.  And then what?"

   Barbara was befuddled.  She had no idea what she was to do next.

   "I ...  I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl"

   "Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in your
pussy?  Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back there
later?  Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out from
your cunt?"

   "My ...  my ...  mouth?  I should put them in my mouth, Mistress
Cheryl?"

   "See?  You do remember.  It's amazing how well your memory functions
when punishment looms ahead.  Are we ready yet, John?"

   John nodded affirmatively.  Barbara was momentarily blinded when John
turned on the camera's bright lights.  She stood there in the lights' heat
and waited for Cheryl's signal.  At the command, she reached back into her
pussy and retrieved her panties again.  She held them up to the camera at
Cheryl's prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out.  She was
humiliated beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her
face.  A prod on her ass from Cheryl and Barbar a opened her mouth and
brought the stinking, wet panties closer.  She smelled her juices mingled
with the sweat accumulated through a day's worth of housework.  Her stomach
wrenched and began to feel queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and
touched her tongue.  Cheryl whispered asides to Barbara, telling her to
face the camera, stuff them entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. 
When Barbara closed her mouth, making the panties disappear from the
camera's view, the camera stopped rolling and Cheryl applauded.  The hot
lights, however, stayed lit.

   "Now we can finish cleaning you up.  Douche time, Barbara, then enema
time.  Isn't this fun, Barbara?"

   Barbara's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which
caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically.  Cheryl took Barbara's
arm and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling
again and followed the wom en.  Barbara, tears streaming down her cheeks,
was forced to face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the
panties to protrude from between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche
and enema.  Her eyes widened when Cheryl held up the enema nozzle in front
of them and applied a thin coating of KY Jelly.

   Cheryl ordered Barbara to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs
spread wide.  Barbara complied.  Cheryl then ordered her to reach around
and spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera".  Embarrassed, humiliated
and sobbing, Barbara again complied.  She felt the nozzle enter her ass and
the accompanying flow of water begin to fill her.  Within seconds, she felt
the large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina.  The liquid
shot up to her cervix and rushed back down, creating a trickling stream of
vinegar and water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of
her bare feet.  She felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a
vain attempt to stem the flow.

   Barbara was at the point where she found it almost impossible to hold
any more of the enema inside her.  She felt it begin to leak out her rectum
and dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche escaping
her cunt and flowed to the floor.  Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the
enema nozzle and breathed a slight sigh of relief.  Cheryl ordered her to
use one hand to squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. 
Barbara took one hand from her buttocks and squeezed her pussy as tightly
as she could as Cheryl slowly removed the nozzle from it.  Cheryl then
pushed a butt plug, thelarge, penis shaped one purchased at the adult
novelty store, into Barbara's other hand and told her to get ready to
insert it as soon as the enema nozzle was removed.  It was all Barbara
could do to get the butt plug into her ass as quickly as necessary to stop
the water from gushing out.  Still bent over, ass to the whirring camera,
one hand squeezing her vagina while the other held the butt plug in place,
Barbara wept profusely.

   Barbara stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl.  Her crying
had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in turn,
had allowed the wad of panties to protrude.  She found it impossible to
smile for the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a
sympathetic, tear filled, smile.  The image of her standing there, in that
predicament, caused John and Cheryl to break out in laughter once more.  As
soon as Cheryl allowed her to, Barbara made a quick dash to the bathroom to
get rid of the liquids that filled her.  She heard the continued laughter
while she ran and Barbara wanted to die.

   Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbara
returned.  In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather
dog collars similar to the one around Barbara's neck.  The only difference
being the ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one
Barbara wore.  Barbara soon learned that these "collars" were, in
actuality, wrist and ankle cuffs.  As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and
legs, Barbara noticed that each cuff sported its own snap clasp which
dangled freely.  When completed with her task, Cheryl stepped back and
pondered her handiwork.

   "Well I think they really look good on you Barbara.  They go so well
with your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you.  In fact, I
like them so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you
present yourself.  It might save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward
and freed a clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a
wrist cuff.  She placed her hand under Barbara's chin and raised her
down-cast eyes up to meet hers.  She stared deeply into them as Barbara did
to hers.

   "John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass,
Barbara," Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones.  "You'd like that, wouldn't
you?  You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh?

   Barbara, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head up and
down as tears began flowing again.

   "Yes, I thought so.  You, being the slut you are, would certainly enjoy
anything being shoved up your ass.  Well, take those panties out of your
mouth and crawl over to him and get him ready.  Take his pants off and
start sucking him until he's good and hard."

   Barbara dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John.  As
soon as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that
John needed no further attention to get ready.  His cock had swollen to its
limit and pushed its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she
pulled his pants down.  She hooked her finger into the waistband of his
underwear and pulled them down to his pants, already at his ankles.  John
stepped out of both and stood before her.  She gently cradled his testicles
with one hand and used the other hand to begin feeding his cock over her
flicking tongue and into her mouth.  She sucked his cock deep into her
mouth, until she felt the tip banging against the back of her neck.  Her
head bobbed and her hand feverishly massaged his balls.  She felt John's
hands on the back of her head as he held her firmly while thrusting his
hips forward in an attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into
her.  In what seemed like only a few moments after she had begun sucking,
Barbara felt Cheryl hands pulling her backwards.

   "Whoa.  I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'," Cheryl exclaimed as
she pulled Barbara away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet. 
"Let's see how this table works now, shall we?"

   Cheryl pulled Barbara over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at
its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam connecting
the two sets of legs.  When Barbara was in position, Cheryl bent down and
fastened the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed
into the table's legs.  In this position, Barbara's head was barely 18
inches off the floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards
offering anyone behind her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. 
Cheryl stepped back to survey the scene and decided the bench needed
repositioning.  She bent back down and began turning a small crank handle
connected to a worm gear that ran the length of the table.  As she cranked,
the table's legs s pread wider apart causing the entire unit to move lower
and the victim's arms and legs to spread wider and wider.  When she noticed
Barbara begin to wince in pain from the spreading of her legs, Cheryl
stopped cranking and stepped back again for another look.  This time
Barbara's head was almost touching the floor while her legs were spread so
wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia and anus open.

   "Perfect!" Cheryl announced.  She walked behind the outspread Barbara
and slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place.  "She's all
yours, John."

   John moved in behind Barbara and pointed the end of his dick at the
puckered hole before him.  Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video
camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more.

   "Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted.  "Damn!  I'm so excited I'm
forgetting everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl
and took out the large black vibrator.  As she began to insert it into
Barbara's dripping vagina, sh e turned the switch on the bottom and the
vibrator started humming and vibrating intensely.  The vibrating startled
Barbara and she lurched forward uncontrollably.

   "OK!  Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed a
final, firm statement to assure its accuracy.

   Barbara felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again.  This time
there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or
vocalizing.  Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched
its way past the tight opening.  Once the tip had made it way past the rim,
the rest of the cock followed easily.  She felt its length deep within her
belly.  She felt it pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina.  As
John began pumping his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbara's
ass the vibrator would press against her clitoris, shooting unholy
sensations through her body.  Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and
downfallen, Barbara felt the beginning of an orgasm to build within her. 
She could not fight it.  She couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to
happen now, under these circumstances.  She couldn't focus her mind on the
disgusting objects around her or the smiling, leering Cheryl watching the
goings on with sinister joy.  She had no control over her own body at these
times.  She felt her hips beginning to move back and forth in syncopation
with John's.  The vibrations emanating from the object thrust into her
pussy seemed to intensify as John's thrusts became faster and harder.  Her
hands gripped the legs of the table and her fingernails dug into the hard
wood as her swooning began.  Soon, very soon, Barbara knew her entire body
would be overcome by the dizzying, tingling, ultimate high known as orgasm.
Her ears began ringing so loudly she couldn't hear her own words.  h "Yes!
Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck it harder!"

   Barbara's screams caught Cheryl by surprise.  She had never heard, nor
seen, Barbara so uninhibited and so wild.  She double checked the camera's
view finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the
lens.  She would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbara to watch over
and over again.  She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and
knew that he had come.  At almost the same instant, Barbara began twitching
and shaking violently and Cheryl knew that she, t oo, had reached Heaven's
gate.  Cheryl felt a warm rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked
down to see her own hand massaging it through her dress.  She stopped
abruptly and stood, motionless, watching the husband and wife come back
down to Ear th.

   When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his
shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis.  He was gasping for air
and unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl.

   Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbara.  After staring at the
semen dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina,
Cheryl grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out.  She gently
tossed it onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbara's cuffs from the
table's legs.  When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its
coolness with her legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbara.

   "Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked directly
at Barbara's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really expecting, a
response.  "Crawl over here, Barbara and start licking my pussy and ass.  I
want you to lick th em like you've never licked them before.  I want to
have the biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!"

   Barbara rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl.  Now that
her orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control.
She never looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and
John eagerly watching, as she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and
began to lick her vagina.  She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress
and let it fall open, exposing her body, and Barbara's face, to the
camera's lens.  Barbara reached around Cheryl's hips and began to work her
fingers towards her ass.  She playfully ran the tips of her fingernails
over and around the rim before shoving one into the tight hole as she
shoved her tongue deep into her vagina.  She felt Cheryl push against her
mouth, then finger in a slow, methodical rhythm.  When Cheryl's hand began
pushing her head tighter against the sweet twat, Barbara realized that
Cheryl's orgasm was not far off.  She worked her tongue faster and let it
emerge from her pussy only long enough to trace the edge of the opening
occupied by her probing finger.  She wanted this over quickly.  She wanted
this to end now.  She knew from experience that the only way to end this
night would be to provide Cheryl with what she demanded -- one big fucking
orga sm.  As she was thinking it, it happened.  Cheryl's juices filled her
mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for Barbara to continue
licking.  She moved her head away slightly and withdrew her finger from
Cheryl's ass and let it drag across her cunt and over the clitoris as
Cheryl quivered.

   "That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbara.  It would mean the
night was drawing to a close.  Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John
to stop the recorder.

   "Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep.  How about you, John?"

   "You bet.  It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest fuck
I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to
Cheryl.

   "It is now 11:45.  I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbara. 
At 1, and not before, you may come upstairs.  While you're here, feel free
to look around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have
purchased for you.  You should look and remember what you see.  You should
pray that we never have occasion to use these toys.  It will serve to
remind you of what lies in store should you dare to disobey or show
disrespect." Cheryl walked to the door and stood aside as John exited, then
turned back to Barbara.

   "When you leave, lock the door then report to my bedroom.  Waken me by
licking my asshole.  Lick as long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked
out of the room and shut the door behind her.

   At first Barbara refused to look around the room.  She did not want to
see these obscene instruments of torture and lust.  As the clock slowly
ticked off the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of
her.  She began looking and feeling everything in the room.  The whips, the
chains, the nipple clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the
leather harnesses, the gags, the blindfolds.  Each one caused her to shiver
from fright.  She vowed never to do anything which would necessitate their
use.

   When the clock reached 1, Barbara shut off the light and locked the door
behind her.  She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to
Cheryl's room.  She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed.  She
was totally naked and had h er legs spread.  Barbara quietly tiptoed over
and placed her tongue on Cheryl's asshole.  She began licking. 
****************

   Barbara had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing
without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast dishes
away when Cheryl walked into the kitchen.  Obviously just out of bed,
Cheryl wore only a robe and slippers.  Her hair was in disarray and her
face bore the look of someone not quite alert yet.

   "Any coffee left?" she asked Barbara as she lit a cigarette and searched
for an ash tray.

   "I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbara reached into the
cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the
morning's coffee.  She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the
other, and carried t hem to the table.  She plopped down in her usual chair
and passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl.  Both woman stared into the
cups between sips and did not speak to each other.

   Barbara got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while Cheryl
reached for another cigarette.

   "So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked.

   "Nothing unusual," Barbara replied.  "Just straighten up around the
house and do some laundry.  You know, the usual housewifely duties."

   "How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbara the
question.

   Barbara cringed.  She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what seemed
like hours.  She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep
just to keep her licking.  She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how
good it felt and to kee p it up.  She did just that until she could no
longer stay awake and closed her eyes.  When she awoke this morning, her
face was still between Cheryl's legs.  She remembered the feelings of
disgust and despair that she felt when she jumped up and hur ried into the
bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth in preparation to rousing her
family for the new day.

   "Fine, thanks.  It wasn't quite enough, though.  I'm still dragging,"
Barbara wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the
satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night.

   "I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said.  "You know, Barbara, you have the softest,
most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little reminder
of Barbara's services.  She waited for some kind of acknowledgment and was
a little annoyed when Barbara just continued to straighten up the counter
without so much as a pause.

   "You know, Barbara, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your
housework in the nude."

   No.  Don't tell me it's going to start so soon.  Not this early. 
Barbara reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe.  Without
speaking a word, she continued with her chores completely nude except for
the dog collar, her constant reminder.  She wiped, dusted, picked up, and
moved things about while being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and
watchful gaze.

   "I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced.  "So don't
bother setting a place for me.  I've got a date!  I'm so excited.  My first
date since my break-up.  Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of
course."

   "Good for you.  I'm glad.  Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbara went
about her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the
kids and John.  She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting
relationship and that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about
this current arrangement.  She thought about the prospects of that
happening each time she paused from her housework.  Her spirits were lifted
and the day seemed somewhat better now.  The rest of the day flew by.  It
was one of the happiest days Barbara had in quite some time.

   Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbara sat on the
couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room.  The TV was on but
the volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level.  No sound was
needed.  Barbara had seen this rerun a zillion times.  She was just happy
to relax and stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that.  She
realized that this peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for
now she was content, just lying around.

   Barbara glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into the
drive. It was 12:28 on the nose.  She listened as she heard one car door
slam, and then another slam.  That couldn't be.  Surely Cheryl wasn't
bringing her date here.  Panic struck.  Should she remain nude as ordered?
Or should she throw on her robe to greet the guest?  She froze in a sitting
position on the couch as the front door opened and Cheryl peeked in.

   "Oh, good.  You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gait
revealed her use of a bit too much alcohol that evening.  "Barbara, I'd
like you to meet Ronald."

   Barbara stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked
through the room.  He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged
good looks.  The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or
Marlboro commercial.  He looked at Barbara and his eyes opened to twice
their normal size.

   "Ronald, this is Barbara, the girl I was telling you about.  You
remember, the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle
at the end of each sentence.

   "Hi, Barbara.  Glad to meet you.  Cheryl's been telling me about you all
evening long."

   I'll bet she has.  Barbara though to herself.  Her face reddened when
she remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little
tighter.

   "Yes, I can imagine.  It's nice meeting you, Ronald," Barbara politely
replied.

   "Now, now.  Don't disappoint me, Barbara." Cheryl shook her finger at
Barbara as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house. 
"It's 'Master Ronald'."

   "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl.  It's nice meeting you, Master
Ronald." Barbara dropped her head and waited for the next command.  She
hoped, prayed, that she would not be led to the basement room.

   Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where they both
sat down.

   "Assume the position, Barbara," Cheryl barked and then giggled as
Barbara snapped to the position.  "Ronald and I had a really good time
tonight.  The only problem is that we're both a little horny and I
suggested we come here where I was sure you could take care of our little
problem.  You will do that for us, won't you, Barbara?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," she answered.  She was much too humiliated to
face either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above
their heads.

   "Good!  Well, get to work!  Crawl on over here and see if your talented
mouth can get Ronald as ready for me as it got John ready for you last
night."

   Barbara sobbed and her lower lip trembled as she crawled over to the
couch and looked up at Ronald.  His eyes remained glued on hers. 
Embarrassed, she quickly shifted her attention to his crotch and began
unbuckling his belt.  He raised his hips as Barbara pulled his trousers and
underwear off together and laid them neatly on the sofa next to him.  Her
gaze was again directed to his crotch and the massive penis that hung
there. She had never seen such a long, thick dick -- not even in pictures.
She looked back up at his face and saw him smiling down on her while Cheryl
was licking and blowing into his ear.  Slowly she eased one hand under his
testicles and gently cradled them while she gripped the huge cock with her
other hand.  Barbara knew there was no way possible for her to fit all of
this cock down her throat.  She leaned her head forward and began licking
the head.  Her tongue worked around the head and down one side of the shaft
and up the other, returning to the bulbous end to repeat the sequence.  A
giggle, followed by a stern warning from Cheryl made Barbara put the tip of
Ronald's cock into her mouth.  She worked as much in as possible and then
began bobbing her head as the cock slid in and out.  She looked up as she
sucked and saw Cheryl and Ronald in a tight embrace, their tongues
intertwined and searching every nook and cranny of the other's mouth.

   "Oh, God!" Cheryl exclaimed.  "Let me get that cock inside me." Cheryl
pushed Barbara's head aside as she straddled Ronald's lap.

   "Stick it in , Barbara!  Put that cock into my pussy!" Cheryl was on her
knees looking over her shoulder at Barbara.

   Barbara eased the head of the cock to the center of Cheryl's pussy and
slid the tip between the damp lips guarding the entrance.  She held the
shaft rigid as Cheryl lowered herself onto it.  Barbara was amazed that
Cheryl was able to engulf the entire cock with no trouble at all.  She
knelt with mouth open in awe as Cheryl moved up and down allowing the
glistening cock to appear almost in its entirety then disappear in the pink
hole between her legs.

   "Don't just sit there, girl.  DO SOMETHING!" Cheryl screamed.  "Lick his
balls!  Lick my asshole.  Lick!"

   Barbara lowered her head and began licking everything in front of her.
The couple's frantic motions prohibited her from concentrating on any one
spot.  She licked everything and anything that happened to move in front of
her tongue.  She was n't sure whether she was more embarrassed or excited,
but she was sure she feared the basement.  She worked her tongue feverishly
in an attempt to please them both, hoping that they would be so consumed
with pleasure they would forget about the basement.  It worked.  Cheryl's
rapidly increasing gyrations and Ronald's moaning announced the arrival of
their mutual orgasm.  Within moments the movements stopped and Barbara
watched as Cheryl kissed and licked every crevice on Ronald's face. 
Finally, Cheryl rolled off his lap and spread her legs wide as she looked
at Barbara still kneeling.

   "Time for you to get to work, slut!" Cheryl said.  "Suck the cum out of
my pussy and, when you're finished doing that, lick Ronald's beautiful cock
clean."

   Barbara face turned red as she planted it between Cheryl's thighs once
again.  She hated it when Cheryl called her those names, especially in
front of others.  It was bad enough to be forced to submit to these dirty
acts without being called disgusting names.  Barbara was not a slut.  She
wanted to scream that out.  To let Ronald know that she was doing this
because she's forced to do it under the threat of blackmail, not because
she enjoyed it.  She wanted to scream at Cheryl and slap her face for
calling her that name, but doing so would definitely win her a trip to the
basement "horror chamber" for further humiliation and pain.  Instead, she
put her lips to Cheryl's pussy and set her tongue to work collecting the
large load of semen dribbling out.

   When satisfied that she had gotten all of the cum from Cheryl's cunt
transferred into her stomach, Barbara licked Cheryl' pubic mound clean. 
She licked the sweaty hairs and folds of skin where the thighs met the
torso and returned to give the vagina one final lick before moving over to
Ronald and cleansing his tool of sweat and pussy juice.  She licked every
inch of it and then moved to his balls and licked every inch of them, right
up to his asshole, before she stopped and looked up at Cheryl.

   "Good job," Cheryl proclaimed then, turning to Ronald asked, "Well, what
do you think of my little whore now?  I told you there was nothing she
wouldn't do, didn't I?"

   Barbara hunched her shoulder and hung her head down as she began sobbing
again.  SHE HATED BEING CALLED THAT!  She heard Ronald reply that she was
worth whatever Cheryl pays her and that humiliated her further.  She felt
Cheryl's bare foot on her forehead and, before she could look up, Cheryl
pushed her backward, flat on her back on the floor.

   "Your work is finished tonight, tramp.  Get out of here and leave us
alone."

   Barbara didn't know whether Cheryl's sudden mean temperament was due to
the effect of the alcohol or just a way of showing off to her new boy
friend.  Neither did she care.  She rose up and quickly made her way to the
bathroom where she washed up before joining John, already in bed.  She was
relieved that the evening ended without a trip to the basement and with
relatively little, although extremely degrading, activity on her part.  She
climbed under the sheets and snuggled up to John.  She wondered whether he
had been awake and heard any of what went on.  A loud snore escaped his
throat and Barbara was satisfied that he had not.  She wrapped her arms
around him and fell asleep.  ************************

   The days went by as usual.  Usual meaning Barbara getting the kids off
to school and John to work before stripping nude to do the housework while
Cheryl watched and oft times interrupting Barbara to have her lick her feet
or pussy or what have you.  At times, Barbara was forced to accomplish her
tasks with dildos inserted in her vagina and anus held in place with either
a leather harness or rubber panties.  During the afternoons, Cheryl usually
made Barbara pose for Polaroid pictures.  These photo sessions usually
involved Barbara masturbating with various objects, including hands,
dildos, bottles, mop handles, etc., or with Barbara spreading her labia and
butt cheeks apart for close-ups.  The sessions would start with Barbara
feel ing extremely humiliated and degraded but usually ended with her
achieving an intense orgasm followed with equally intense feelings of
guilt. Barbara was becoming accustomed to the degradation and followed
Cheryl's instructions without hesitation, but she never got used to the
guilt that followed.

   The evening sessions, with John present, were particularly upsetting to
Barbara.  She would be forced to watch Cheryl make love to her husband
while she licked one or the other and "assisted" with either the
"preparation" or insertion.  On those nights when either John or Cheryl
were not "in the mood," she would be required to masturbate or perform
other disgusting acts.  Trips to the basement were becoming more and more
frequent, but were seldom for punishment.  Barbara had resigned herself to
her situation and carried out orders perfectly, without any indication of
refusal.  Her fear of the whips and paddles was greater than her loathing
of the acts she was made to carry out.  Not that Cheryl wouldn't find
something wrong with the way she did certain things.  These little "flaws"
were not great enough for any whipping or severe form of punishment though.
They would usually involve a "training session" followed by "memory
incentives" such as wearing nipple clamps with weights attached and doing
jumping exercises, or by being forced to hold in a large enema for a
lengthy period of time.  Although they were painful and discomforting at
the time, Barbara was grateful that she had not yet felt the sting of belts
and paddles.

   During today's afternoon photo session Barbara was on her knees with
forehead planted firmly on the floor and her hands spreading her butt
cheeks while Cheryl worked the large vibrator in and out of her ass,
pausing to snap pictures at variou s degrees of insertion.

   "Guess who I got a call from this morning?" Cheryl asked with a
cheeriness better suited for the lunch table than this situation.

   "I don"t know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's discomfort caused by the huge
vibrator being shoved into her ass was evident in her shaking voice.

   "Mr.  Bryant," Cheryl said.  "You remember Mr.  Bryant, Don's boss,
don't you?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara would never forget Mr.  Bryant and the
night she was forced to have sex with a dog just to please his jaded
interests.

   "Yes, I thought you would," Cheryl continued.  "It seems he is hosting a
show for all his customers and prospects and he wanted to know if I could
get you to display your talents as part of a special treat for them.  He
said there would only be about 50 or 60 buyers there.  At first I wasn't
sure what special talents he was talking about, but then it occurred to me
what he had in mind."

   Barbara shivered and felt the goose bumps form on her arms and legs as
Cheryl spoke.  She knew Cheryl was perfectly aware of what Mr.  Bryant
wanted to see from the beginning.  This little game of words Cheryl was
playing was only intended to tease her.  She remained silent, waiting for
Cheryl to finish the story and hoping it would not end as she feared it
would.

   "I checked with Jackie, my old neighbor, and she said she'd gladly let
you use Rocco again, only, this time, she'd like to be present to witness
it.  Soooo....." Cheryl drug out the ending to the extreme knowing
Barbara's insides were churning.  "I called Mr.  Bryant back and told him
you'd be glad to do it.  It's a week from this Thursday."

   Barbara panicked.  The idea of being fucked by a dog in front of 50
people made her lose control of her judgment.  She leapt up, letting the
dildo slide out of her ass, and spun around facing Cheryl.  Dropping to her
knees once again, she began crying.

   "No!  Please, Mistress Cheryl, not that again.  Not in front of all
those people.  I can't, Mistress Cheryl.  Please, Please call him back and
say 'no'.  I'll do anything else you want.  Please!"

   Cheryl was stunned.  Her shock soon turned to a feeling of elation as
she watched Barbara groveling at her feet.  She knew this announcement
would set Barbara off into one of her crying fits, but she hadn't reckoned
on this all out display of refusal and pleading.  She picked up the fallen
vibrator and grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head up in line with hers.
She looked at Barbara's tear filled eyes for a moment then placed the
vibrator on her lips.

   "Open!" Cheryl jammed the large vibrator into Barbara's mouth with one
strong thrust.  "How dare you act this way!  I thought by now that you
realized your station in life.  Just remember that your body, all of your
body, is at my complete disposal.  YOU DO WHAT I SAY!  I may not have
control over your mind, but I most certainly control your body.  You must
realize that you have to control your mind to the extent that is does not
interfere with what I say goes on with your body.  To pu t it another way,
my dear, your body is MY toy.  I will do with it whatever I want.  Whatever
whimsical notion hits me, your body is there to carry it out for me .  Got
it?"

   Barbara couldn't speak with the dildo stuffing her mouth.  She just
nodded her head affirmatively against the strains of Cheryl's grip on her
hair.

   "Good," Cheryl responded.  "In a way, Barb, your outbreak pleases me. 
It means that I will finally get the opportunity to use some of the
equipment in the cellar that has been neglected since their purchase.  You
will regret this pitiful outburst later this evening.  Now turn around,
assume your previous position and stick that vibrator back into your ass --
all the way into your ass!  Then I want you to continue your housework
while reciting out loud the parts of your body that belong to me.  For
example, I want you to say 'My cunt belongs to Cheryl'.  Now snap to it!"

   Barbara slowly turned around on her knees and placed her forehead on the
floor.  Her ass was once again facing Cheryl.  She placed the dildo against
her anus and began to insert it very slowly.  She felt the huge plastic
cock making its way deep into her bowels until she could push it in no
further.  With a sudden jolt, she felt Cheryl push it in still deeper,
causing a burning pain that caused Barbara to think that she surely had
been injured.  At Cheryl's command, Barbara stood up and resumed her
cleaning, all the while exclaiming how her tits and ass and cunt belonged
to Cheryl.  Cheryl would repeatedly yell at her to talk louder until
Barbara was virtually screaming her undignified message.

   That evening Barbara delayed getting the kids to bed as long as she
could.  It was John who had admonished her to stop procrastinating and
start preparing herself for the punishment.  His warning cut her like a
knife.  She had hoped that he would be merciful and perhaps even veto
Cheryl's plan to use her as a public stage show.  She realized that was not
to be.  Somehow, Cheryl had taken control of John's mind to the same extent
that she had Barbara's body.  Barbara looked into John's eyes and, with
tear filled eyes, pleaded with him to show her pity.  It was to no avail as
John simply walked away and went into the living room to sit next to
Cheryl. Beaten, Barbara put the kids to bed and went directly to the
bathroom to make herself ready for her mistress.

   Barbara entered the living room naked except for her dog collar, wrist
and ankle cuffs.  She glanced at Cheryl and John seated on the couch and
assumed her position in the center of the room.  She stood that way, hands
clasped behind her head and legs spread apart, for what seemed an eternity
before either of them acknowledged her presence.  Finally Cheryl looked
directly at her face and scanned her entire body length.

   "I don't see any reason to start anything up here, Barbara.  Get down on
your hands and knees and crawl to the basement fun room.  John and I will
be right behind you." Cheryl's voice was neither raised or emphatic, just
cold.

   Barbara dropped to her knees and began crawling towards the basement
door.  When she reached up to turn the door handle, Cheryl slapped her hand
and told her to use her mouth "like a good bitch would".  Though it took
several attempts, Barbar a managed to open the door with her mouth and
started down the stairs.  She wondered what her abusers were thinking as
they watched her decline to stairs with butt high in the air and
accessible. The moment she had dreaded for so long was about to o ccur. 
The door to "the fun room" was equally difficult to open with her mouth
but, again, she was able to accomplish it after several failed attempts. 
As she crawled into the room, she felt the cold concrete floor scraping her
knees.  When Barbara heard the door slam shut, she stopped crawling and
awaited further orders.

   "Did the little slut douche and give herself a proper enema tonight?"
Cheryl asked.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara replied.  She looked at Cheryl's feet
which were right in front of her.  She had been allowed to give herself the
enema for the past week now.  It was a "time conserving measure" initiated
by Cheryl after the process of having to give her an enema every evening
got boring.

   "Good," Cheryl replied.  "Now we can get right to the training and
punishment part of the evening.  You must learn to NEVER refuse, hesitate
to carry out or question the authority of any order given you by me.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

   "As I told you before, you are MINE!  Your body belongs to ME!  I do
with it what I want.  You have absolutely no say in the matter. 
Understood?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began sobbing heavily.

   "Just so there will be no doubt about my authority over Barbara, do you
agree with me, John?" Cheryl looked at John setting up the video camera.

   "Yeah, Cheryl.  You know it's okay with me.  Whatever you want to do
with Barbara is all right so long as it doesn't inflict any permanent
injury or scars," John answered like a peon would address his boss at work.

   "Now, Barbara, lick the feet of your owner."

   Barbara leaned her head forward and began licking Cheryl's shoe covered
feet.  When she finished licking the smooth leather of one foot, Cheryl
shifted her ankle exposing the sole.  Barbara needed no additional hint as
to what was expected of her.  She licked the dirty soles of the shoes from
toe to heel and when she had finished with that foot, Cheryl offered her
the other.  As disgusting as it was, Barbara suspected this humiliation was
tame compared to what was in store for her when she was done.  She had
never been so right in her life.  Her sobs and tears were being shed not
because of what she was now doing, but for what lay ahead.  When she
finished the second foot, Barbara raised her head enough to catch a glimpse
of John operating the VCR and sporting a huge hard-on.  She started to cry
again, this time the tears flowed from feeling sorry for herself and her
dwindling relationship with the person she loved most -- John.

   "Just as I suspected," Cheryl broke the silence.  "Anything involving
your tongue would be done exquisitely.  And who do you suppose owns your
tongue, Barbara?" Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair again and lifted her head
up.

   "You do, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara answered between sobs and wincing
from the pain of her hair being pulled.

   "Right again.  That tongue will lick anything I command it to lick."
Cheryl loosened her grip on Barbara's hair allowing the poor girl's head to
droop against her chest again.  "Okay, get up let's get started with the
punishment so you won't soon forget what you learned today."

   Barbara rose up to her feet and was immediately led to the sawhorse.  In
a scant few minutes she once again found her ankles and wrists snapped to
the legs and her butt raised high off the floor.  Her spread legs exposed
her anus and vagina completely.  The next thing she knew, Cheryl was
inserting the penis shaped gag into her mouth and strapping in place to
prevent it from coming out.  She could tell from the taste of the phallus
on her tongue that Cheryl had first inserted it into her own vagina before
putting it into her mouth.  She felt her head being lifted by her hair
again and saw the leather thongs of the cat-of-nine tails dangling in front
of her eyes.  The sight of the whip-like instrument frightened her
immensely and her eyes opened wide expressing her fear.  A few giggles from
Cheryl and the cat disappeared from view.

   A stinging, burning sensation across her right buttock informed Barbara
where the cat had disappeared to.  She heard Cheryl count "1" followed by
"24 to go" and she began to tremble.  The second lash fell on her left
buttock, followed by a third on her right one again.  These alternate
lashes lasted until the count of 10.  The eleventh blow landed further
down, and on the inside, of her thigh.  This, too, lasted for a count of
10. Each blow brought greater pain and Barbara tried to scream each time
the tails landed.  The rubber "penis" in her mouth stifled her screams and
made them sound more like moans.  Just when she thought it couldn't get any
worse than this, the 21st blow landed squarely on her anus, the tails
stretching from her lower back to the beginning of her vagina.  Barbara
nearly passed out from the pain.  The gag in her mouth was choking her sobs
and the tears falling to the floor were so abundant they created, not wet
spots, but puddles.  The 22nd blow caught her vagina and Barbara began to
writhe violently attempting to dodge any further blows.  The next two blows
fell alternately on her anus and vagina again, followed by the 25th blow
across the small of her back.

   A moment after the lashing stopped, Barbara smelt the aroma of witch
hazel fill the room.  Then she felt it.  The liquid felt ice cold when it
first landed on her aching butt.  The coolness was replaced with violently
burning when it ran down the crack between her cheeks, across her anus and
vagina and down the inside of Barbara's tender thighs.  She squirmed
furiously and pulled against her restraints as the pain increased as time
went by.  She heard the whirr of the camcorder and the laughter of Cheryl
as she moved her hips in desperation.  When she opened her eyes again, she
saw Cheryl's shoes once more.

   "That's stage 1, Barbara." Cheryl had once again lifted Barbara's head
by her hair.  "Just to show your husband's compliance, John is going to
finish the spanking with 5 blows with this." Cheryl held the long, narrow,
wooden paddle in front of Barbara's face and chuckled when she saw her
frightened reaction.  "Make them count, John.  No love taps or I'll do it
all over again myself."

   Barbara shook her head from side to side hoping Cheryl would show some
mercy.  Her silent pleas fell on deaf eyes and she felt the first blow of
the paddle land on both buttocks.  Then the second, third, fourth and,
finally, the fifth.  By th is time the pain was so bad Barbara thought that
surely she must be bleeding.  Surely the cat and the paddle had cut into
her flesh and opened large gashes.  Nothing could hurt so badly without
causing at least that much damage.  Her salty perspiration mixed with the
remains of the witch hazel prevented the pain from leaving.  Barbara
thought that they must have set a flame to her buttocks.  The burning,
aching sensations were unlike anything she had ever felt before.

   Barbara heard some scuffling and the sound of her wrist and ankle cuffs
being unsnapped from the tables legs.  She remained sprawled across the
sawhorse unable to move her lower extremities without pain.  She felt hands
grab her arms and lift her off the table.  She felt herself being dragged
across the hard floor to the wall.  She felt the gag being removed from her
mouth allowing her to breathe deeply once more.  She felt her body being
lifted and her arms being raised above her head and fastened to the chains
dangling from the ceiling.  She felt her legs being spread wide and
fastened to chains which, in turn, were fastened to rings mounted in the
floor.  She was suspended in mid air.  Neither hands nor feet touched a
surface.  S he opened her eyes and saw the blurry images of Cheryl and John
wheeling a strange object into position between her legs.  It appeared to
be a tripod, made of metal legs, and holding a motor to which was connected
a long pipe which could be adjusted by rotating a large gear.  She closed
her eyelids and felt something touching her vagina.  As the object began to
part her labia and force its way into her, Barbara knew it was another
dildo -- a very large dildo.  Larger than she had seen before.  As it
worked past the opening, Barbara felt her vagina being stretched to its
limits, and perhaps beyond.  It seemed to take the dildo forever to reach
her cervix.  There was no way this thing inside her could ever bring anyone
pleasure, she thought.  This thing was meant to cause pain.  A task it
accomplished very well.  She reopened her eyes just in time to see John
plug the motor into an extension cord.

   "You've had your lesson and punishment, Barbara.  Now you must take time
to reflect on what you have done wrong.  Do you remember what started this?
Do you remember what it is that you refused to do?  Now tell me, Barbara,
what is it that you are going to do for Mr.  Bryant." Cheryl had stepped in
front of Barbara.

   Barbara opened her eyes and looked down at Cheryl.  Tears continued to
flow and the pain was still tormenting her butt and thighs.  The huge dildo
inside her was becoming warm and she felt an oil-like substance oozing out
of it and filling her vagina.  The oil dripped out of her cunt soothing her
abused pussy and easing the pain generated by the huge instrument of
torture lodged inside her.  In spite of her pain and embarrassment, Barbara
knew she must answer or be subjected to even more punishment.  She nodded
her head as she spoke softly and deliberately.

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  I remember.  I'm going to let myself be fucked
by a dog again so Mr.  Bryant can entertain his customers." Barbara's head
fell down against her heaving breasts and her eyes closed again.

   "Yes, you are going to do that, and anything else they ask you to do."
Cheryl enjoyed tormenting her slave.  "I'll bet that with 60 men there
you'll wind up sucking at least 30 or 40 of them and being fucked by
another 25 -- in both ass and cunt.  I'll wager that you'll have more cum
in you when the night is over that you've seen in your entire life.  Then
do you know what you are going to do, my little whore?"

   Barbara began crying at the prospects of that night.  She was sobbing
and heaving so greatly she found it difficult to answer.

   "No, Mistress Cheryl.  I don't know what I'm going to do next."

   "Well, after the party's over, you're coming home and telling me every
little detail.  You're going to describe each cock you sucked and each one
that fucked your ass and each one that fucked your cunt.  When you've
finished telling me how good each one felt, you're going to lick my ass and
my cunt until I come.  Then, if you've been especially good, I'll let you
sleep at my feet." Cheryl stopped talking and allowed her words to be
digested by Barbara before continuing.

   "Now, Barbara, you can spend the night down here.  I'll come get you in
the morning, but right now I'm going upstairs and going to bed with your
husband.  I'm gonna fuck him all night long while you hang here being
fucked by this machine."

   Cheryl motioned to John and he clicked a switch on the tripod.  Barbara
felt the heated dildo begin to withdraw from her pussy.  It was so thick
that even the withdrawal caused discomfort.  Just before its huge head came
out of her pussy, Bar bara felt it begin to make its way back in.  She felt
it pushing hard against her cervix before withdrawing again.  She looked at
John and Cheryl and watched them look at her before they shut off the light
and left the room.  She sobbed hysterically as she listened at their
footsteps climbing the stairs.

   For the remainder of the night, her mind was occupied by thoughts of
them making love in her bed and by the pain wracking her body.  She would
not have an orgasm tonight.  She would not sleep this night.  This, she
thought, must be what Hell is like.  ********************

   The night of Mr.  Bryant's party had arrived and Barbara was busy
readying herself for the evening.  Cheryl had made arrangements for Jackie
to pick Barbara up and drive her to the party and home afterwards.  Cheryl
had also picked out the outfit Barbara was to wear.  It was a pair of white
heels and a short, white, mesh beach wrap to serve as the dress.  The
"dress" was held on by one button on the side of the waist and was, for all
practical purposes, transparent.  Barbara was to w ear only the shoes,
dress and, of course, her collar.  She put the outfit on and studied
herself in the mirror.  She flushed red and thought that she may as well go
nude.  As she was being inspected by Cheryl, Jackie pulled into the
driveway and came to the door.

   Jackie was a much bigger woman than Barbara had pictured in her mind. 
Though pretty, and well built, she was more the outdoor type than party
gal. She also was much younger, barely out of her teens, than Barbara had
imagined her to be.  She listened intently as Cheryl gave her the ointment
containing estrogens and explained that it must be used liberally, both
inside and outside of Barbara's vagina, for it to be effective.  Her eyes
fixated on the blushing Barbara as Cheryl also instructed her to make sure
Barbara doesn't leave her sight and that she should report any instance of
Barbara refusing to do anything asked of her.  With all that said, the two
women lightly kissed each other's cheek and bid their good bye, Jackie
assuring Cheryl that she would call her the next day with all the details.
Cheryl held open the door as Barbara led Jackie out to the car and got in.
Rocco, seated on the rear seat, seemed bigger than Barbara imagined but she
attributed it to the rather small confines of the automobile making the
animal appear larger that it actually was.

   The two women sat side by side without saying a word to each other for
quite some time.  Barbara noticed Jackie was edgy and was gnawing her lower
lip, occasionally glancing over at her.  She sensed the girl was
desperately trying to think of something to say which would break the
barrier of silence between them.  Barbara guessed that Jackie had a million
questions for her in her mind.

   "Look." Barbara decided to break the ice.  "I know you're dying to ask.
I'm not doing this for money or kicks.  I'm doing this because Cheryl is
forcing me to do it.  It's a long story, and I'd rather not go into it, but
I either do as Cher yl says or be punished and, believe me, as bad as this
is going to be, this is much easier to withstand than Cheryl's
punishments."

   The remainder of the drive went by with the two woman engaging in heated
chat.  Jackie never asked why Barbara had to do these thing and Barbara
never volunteered that information.  Jackie did ask what other things she
had been forced to do and Barbara, although hesitant and deeply humiliated,
told Jackie of her being forced to perform acts of lesbianism and being
used as a "proving ground" for various dildos and objects.  Before long the
car pulled into the parking lot of Bryant Enterpr ises.  Barbara felt a
ball form in the pit of her stomach and she wished the ride would continue.
She would much rather tell Jackie more stories than have to go through with
this.  She heard a door slam and realized that Jackie had gotten out of the
car and was attaching Rocco's leash to his collar.  Barbara took a long,
deep, breath and got out of the car herself.  She looked around the parking
lot and surmised that Cheryl's estimate of 50 - 60 businessmen was
conservative, at best.  There had to be at least 100 cars there.  She
swallowed hard and felt the tears beginning to form in the corner of her
eyes.

   "I guess it would be better if you lead Rocco in," Jackie said as she
held the leash out to Barbara.

   Barbara took the leash from Jackie and walked toward the large doors of
the main entrance.  Once inside, she was enthusiastically greeted by Mr. 
Bryant and several other men, all of whom have been obviously drinking and
greeted her with wolf whistles and obscene remarks.  She felt her face
getting hot and tried to be bold and not give them the satisfaction of
seeing her blush.  She could do neither.  She was led down a hallway to
another door and before the door was opened, Mr.  Bryant told her to take
off her dress and shoes.  Barbara looked over at Jackie and then did as she
was asked.  Totally naked except for a collar around her neck, Barbara lead
Rocco into the large, crowded room.  Everywhere she looked there were
groups of peo ple.  To her complete surprise, there were women present
also. Barbara estimated the crowd to be at about 100 to 150 people, with
about 30 women and the balance all men.

   Everyone in the room stopped talking and stared at her leading the stud
to the center of the room.

   Barbara was in a daze.  She just wanted to get the hell out of this
place.  She walked over to a small mattress placed on the floor in the
center of the room and thought that it would be best to get it over with
quickly and beat a hasty retreat before anyone thought of using her in
another way.  Just as she was ready to get down on the mattress, Mr. 
Bryant grabbed her arm and took Rocco's leash from her hand and handed it
to Jackie.  He explained that he wanted some of his guests to meet her and
then paraded her around the room to one group after another.  At each
introduction, Barbara felt the hands pull her tits and thrust themselves
between her legs.  At first Barbara resisted each attack by pulling away
and squeezing her legs tight together.  After noticing the sneer on
Jackie's face, however, she acquiescenced and allowed them access to all of
her body.  She tolerated the slaps on her rear, the grabbing, the probing,
the coarse language and obscene remarks.  She even spread her legs a little
wider when one of the women, with a sly grin on her face, reached down and
inserted two fingers into her vagina.  Finally, the introductions were
complete and it was time for her to perform her act.

   The entire room crowded around the tiny mattress as Barbara knelt down
on all fours with legs spread wide.  Hoots and hollers started getting
louder as Jackie applied the cream to Barbara's pussy which was now
dripping wet.  When one of the men present noticed the tattoo, loud cheers
and laughter filled the room.  The instantaneous hush made Barbara aware
that the stud was now ready and she felt its cold nose sniffing between her
legs.  Her mind went blank when the stud finally mounted her and the cheers
again started up.  It lasted an eternity.  When it was over, Barbara felt
herself being dragged up and a man's cock being pushed into her mouth. 
When that cock shot its semen into her mouth, it was replaced with another,
then another , then another.  Soon, Barbara had cocks all around her.  In
every orifice at once.  Some men just stood around her while another woman
masturbated them until they came, shooting their load on Barbara's face,
tits, ass -- whatever part of her body the woman thought it would be fun to
watch a load of cum fall onto to.  At times Barbara would offer some
resistance to an act or say "no" when one man tried to ram his fist up her
ass, but a look at the scorn on Jackie's face made her surrender to the
painful humiliation.  She was no longer aware of what exactly was happening
to her.  All she knew was that she was constantly busy sucking cocks,
licking vaginas, being fucked vaginally and anally, having bottles,
fingers, fists and what have you stuck in her.  It was a nightmare.

   There were several times, however, when Barbara felt herself having
orgasms.  These unwanted, but welcomed, breakdowns were followed by loud
cheers and laughter from the room filled with guests.

   Mercifully it ended.  Jackie led the dazed, delirious Barbara out of the
room and to the door.  Barbara could not gather her wits together.  She
remembers leaving the building and the cool fresh air filling her lungs. 
She remembers vomiting in the parking lot and noticing that her vomit was
nothing more than a large puddle of semen.  She remembers Jackie wiping her
ass and vagina in a futile attempt to stop the semen from running out and
getting all over the car seats.  She remembers Jackie finally giving up and
stuffing a rag into her vagina and spreading a towel over the car seat for
her to sit down on.  She did not remember the faces in the crowd, nor the
number of cocks she sucked, fucked and masturbated, nor how many cunts and
asses she had licked.  She remembered Cheryl telling her how filled with
cum she would be and thought how absolutely right Cheryl had been.

   The ride home began much like the ride to the party.  Neither woman
spoke to each other.  Both stared out the windshield and thought about what
had taken place.  Soon, Barbara became aware of Jackie talking to her.

   "I said, 'How do you feel?'" the girl asked.

   "Terrible!" Barbara replied, half talking and half crying.  She then
remembered the times she saw Jackie scowl at her during the evening.  "What
are you going to tell Cheryl?"

   Jackie stared out the windshield for a while before answering.

   "To tell you the truth, there were times when I thought you were being
rude and not really doing what you were told to do." Jackie continued to
stare out the windshield.

   "Oh, please don't tell her that.  She'd really go hard on me if you told
her that." Barbara tried to appeal to Jackie's sense of feminine leniency.

   "It seems to me that's your problem.  I was told to report what I saw.
What's in it for me to lie to a friend?"

   e "Please, Jackie.  You don't have to lie.  Just don't mention it. 
After all, I did give in to all their demands eventually."

   "Yes, but only after you noticed me frowning at you." Jackie swallowed
and then continued.  "Tell me.  If I tell Cheryl that you behaved perfectly
and did everything they asked and pleased everyone, what would you do for
me?"

   "What do you mean?  What can I do for you?" Barbara asked.  Her hopes
were raised by this latest inquiry.

   Jackie eased the car off the side of the deserted roadway and placed the
shift in Park.  She raised off the seat and gathered her skirt up around
her waist, then removed her panties and spread her legs wide as she shifted
her body to face Bar bara.

   "I've always wondered what it felt like to be made love to by another
woman.  Does that answer your question?"

   Barbara got the picture.  She slid off the seat and knelt between
Jackie's spread thighs.  As she licked and nibbled the young girl's sweet
pussy, she noticed Rocco peering over the seat at her.  "Just another
witness," she said to herself.  "Just another witness to just another scene
of me being degraded."

   The women spoke not another word to each other the rest of the way home.
When they pulled up in Barbara's drive, Barbara got out of the car and
Jackie backed out onto the road.  Neither said good bye to one another. 
Barbara opened the front door to her house and entered the living room. 
True to her word, Cheryl was waiting for her, nude, legs spread wide, and a
wide grin on her face.  The night was far from over.  ******************

   Several weeks had gone by since Mr.  Bryant's party and things were
going pretty much normal.  Barbara had been extremely well behaved and gave
Cheryl no reason whatsoever to punish her like before.  Life, while far
from being good, was at lea st on an even keel.  John had even acted like a
husband on some occasions but Barbara grew to realize that things would
never be like they were before Cheryl.  She relegated herself to being a
sex toy to the both of them.  At least she had her home and kids.  That
made everything worth living for.  Cheryl had really taken to the kids and
they to her.  It pleased Barbara that Cheryl treated her kids so well.  At
first she was afraid that she would show some resentment towards them.  She
poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table and watched
the kids playing outdoors.

   She heard a car horn and saw the kids running to the driveway.  Knowing
it was probably just John and Cheryl returning from their errand, she
remained seated at the table and awaited their entrance.

   Barbara staggered back to her chair and sat down.  What could have been
a really good day for her was once again turned upside down by Cheryl.  She
supported her head with her arm and looked down at the tablecloth.  She
felt the table shake a s Cheryl sat down beside her.

   "I've got some other good news for you, Barbara," Cheryl reached out and
began to softly stroke Barbara's cheek.  "We ran into Julie today.  She was
really excited to see me again.  It seems she had been talking to a bunch
of other kids that you once baby sat and showed them your picture.  They
all thought it would be a marvelous idea to have a 'reunion', of sorts. 
Just a little get together with all of them and the woman who once baby
sat, and disciplined, them.  I told them I thought it was a wonderful idea.
They, about 15 or so, will be here next Friday evening.  Aren't you
excited?"

   "Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara sobbed.  THE END

   I would like to thank those of you who have taken the time to send me
your comments and suggestions.  To those of you who have not done so,
PLEASE, send your comments to "Racecar".

   I would like to especially thank P Parker and Mister Phil for their
encouragement and suggestions.  Without them, I doubt this story would have
been completed.  If you enjoyed this story, I hardily suggest you download
stories by these very p rolific writers.  They can be found right here on
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