Fantasy

Used in class

My name is Lena and I thought it was going to be another boring day in class but it turned out to be an amazing experience.

In Peter’s Arms Ch.1

This is my first ever story. This story is one where you might dream-dream that it’s happening to you. (Not the abuse part) Enjoy!

Owned Teacher Chap. 22-24

This is not my own work. This wonderful little piece was written by an another known as “Thumb” about ten to fifteen years ago. I repost it here so a new audience may enjoy it as much as I have over the years.]CHAPTER 22
Lisa allowed her pet to sleep until noon (about 4 hours). Then she woke her and ordered her to clean up the mess in the living room and get herself cleaned up. She gave her 30 minutes.
Mary awoke slowly. The first thing she noticed were her nipples which were very red and sore. Her pussy was aching too and she found the vibrator laying between her soaked legs. The plug was still in her ass. She struggled to her knees and found the wet spot on the carpet. Not wanting to disappoint her owner Mary forced herself to get moving noting the time. She put the chair back in the kitchen; gathered the ropes, clamps and vibrator; cleaned the carpet and hurried up stairs taking the toys with her. She quickly removed her collar and heels and stepped into a hot shower. She hurried to wash the juices and sweat from her sore body. Her nipples were so sensitive that the water hitting them caused her to jump in pain.
After a quick shower Mary did her make-up and hair. She replaced her collar and moved into the bedroom to see if her owned had laid out anything for her to wear. She found the too small bra and girdle, a loose red skirt and a red t-shirt cut to expose her stomach and a pair of 5″ red heels. Mary put the bra on bringing tears to her eyes as her abused nipples were compressed. As she tugged the girdle up she realized that Lisa had glued fine sand paper in the crotch and ass sections. Each step rubbed the sand paper over tender parts. After putting on the skirt, t-shirt and heels she hurried down the stair to the kitchen with 3 minutes to spare. By the time she
reached the kitchen the skin on her pussy and ass was beginning to become irritated by the sand paper.
“Very good pet,” said Lisa patting her teacher on her head.
Mary felt a burst of happiness that she had pleased her owner.
“First I want you to drain the contents of your fun last night into this cream pitcher and wrap the used rubbers in Saran wrap and put them in your purse”.
Mary did as she was ordered and was astounded that the creamer was filled with cum when the last rubber had been emptied.
“Now Amy will be home in an hour. Prepare dinner and make a pot of coffee. You are permitted to sit for dinner today. Make something especially tasty, I’m really hungry.”
Mary hustled around the kitchen and managed to prepare a meal which everyone found satisfactory. Sitting on the hard wooden chair made her ass hurt and her nipples were throbbing. She did her best to keep a smiling face so Amy would not notice. Everything was somewhat normal. After dinner when Mary placed dessert on the table Lisa said to Mary,” Did you forget the coffee?’
“Sorry Ms. Simon”, said Mary as she jumped to get the coffee.
“Get some for yourself too.”
Mary poured coffee for Lisa and herself.
Lisa got up and got the cum filled creamer out of the refrigerator. “Here is your cream Mrs. C.”
Mary was trapped. She poured some of the cum into her coffee. She couldn’t believe she was sitting it her kitchen with her daughter drinking cum laced coffee. She drank the coffee but she couldn’t look at Amy. Lisa and Amy talked about school and except for the throbbing nipples, sand papered ass and pussy and drinking cum laced coffee it was a normal dinner conversation.
After dinner Lisa and Amy went into the living room leaving Mary to clean up. Amy used to clean up after dinner but now she is Lisa’s friend and Mary had the duty.
When the kitchen was spotless Mary walked into the living room to find Amy and Lisa watching TV. Her heart jumped into her throat. But it was a movie Amy had rented the night before. Mary shivered with relief. “I thought you were going to weed the flowers and cut the grass,” said Lisa.
“Yes Ms. Simon I just wanted to let you know I would be out in the yard.” Yard work was the last thing Mary wanted to do. She really wanted to get out of the torturous clothes and sleep but she knew Lisa was really giving her orders. So she went to the yard.
“Why does my mom call you Ms. Simon?” asked Amy.
“She calls all the kids Ms. or Mr.” answered Lisa. “It’s really nice she respects kids so much.”
“Doesn’t she respect me?” asked Amy.
“Well It would be unusual for Mrs. Clark to call her daughter Ms. Clark. Maybe you should ask her to call you Ms. Amy, that wouldn’t sound silly.”
“Do you think she would?”
“We could ask her together and I bet she does.”
Mary spent the next two hours weeding and cutting the grass. She felt ridiculous doing yard work in a short skirt and heels. By the time Lisa called her into the house she was covered with dirt and grime and sweating profusely. Her ass and pussy felt raw from the sand paper and she had to move carefully not to grimace with each step.
When Mary came in Lisa said to her, “Mrs. C. you look like you need a shower. Take your time. Amy and I can wait 45 minutes for our sandwiches.”
Mary understood her directions and hurried as fast as she could up the stairs to get out of the girdle and bra.
When she had stripped Mary checked her ass and pussy but found them to be red and irritated not rubbed raw as she had feared. She took a long shower and the after drying herself she did her hair and make-up. Then she checked for her clothing and found a long white t-shirt and heels on the bed. She slipped the shirt over her head being careful not to mess up her hair and after strapping the 5″ heels to her sore feet she went down to the kitchen with 10 minutes to make the sandwiches.
When the sandwiches were ready and the table set for two she called Lisa and Amy to the kitchen.
“You saved us from starving Mrs. C. we could not have lasted 3 more minutes.” said Lisa.
Mary knew she had made it within the limit.
“Aren’t you eating Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa.
Lisa smiled and said “Why don’t you at least eat a half of sandwich with us?”
Mary took a half of sandwich and ate it standing next to the table. She tried hard not to wolf it down she was so hungry.
Lisa thought, she is really learning. She should be ready for the meeting next Saturday.
“Mrs. C., Amy and I were talking while you were working in the yard and she thinks it is cool that you call all your students Ms. or Mr. We thought since she is even more special than your regular students she might enjoy you calling her Ms. Amy from now on.”
Amy was all smiles and a compliant Mary said, “Of course I would do that for my daughter.” Mary knew she had just dropped another rung down the ladder.
“Amy is going to Sue’s tonight to study and sleep over.”
“Amy is not usually permitted to sleep over on school night,” responded Mary.
“Mom aren’t you going to use my new name? Lisa said I could stay over.”
Mary swallowed and said,”Well if Ms. Simon thinks it is ok, you can stay over Ms. Amy.” Mary was very uncomfortable with this situation but she was trapped.
While Mary cleaned up the kitchen Lisa drove Mary to Sue’s house. As soon as they had gone Mary sat down and had a good cry. Her situation just kept getting worse and worse. She removed her t-shirt and placed her collar around her neck without even thinking about it. Her owner demanded obedience.
When Lisa returned she took Mary by the leash and lead her up stairs. “You are working very hard to be obedient pet. I hope I don’t have to punish you again like last night.”
Mary smiled at the praise her owner had given her. She would work hard to please her and avoid punishment.
Lisa took Mary into the bed room and helped her apply lotion to her sore ass and pussy. She spent extra time being sure Mary was heating up before she stopped and got out Mary’s clothing for the evening. Tonight we are going to stop at a salon and then we are going to a place for you to learn a new trade.
Mary didn’t like the sound of that and was even more apprehensive when she saw the clothing Lisa picked for her. A thin white cotton crop top which allowed her nipples to be clearly visible and barely covered her breasts; and a coordinated thin black cotton skirt the length of a cheerleader skirt with nothing under it. Lisa had her change into a pair of white 6″ heels with ankle straps.
“Fix up your make up. A little heavy with the eye liner and lip stick. Do your hair and change back into the large hoop earrings”.
“Yes Ms. Simon.” said Mary as Lisa left to get dressed for the evening.
When Lisa came back she was wearing jeans and a red blouse. Her clothing seemed conservative to Mary or was Mary’s outfit that outlandish.
Grabbing her leash Lisa led Mary to the car and off they went. Their first stop was at a salon named the Emporium. It was a tattoo and piercing salon. Lisa lead Mary into the salon by her leash. Mary wanted to die of embarrassment. She had never been in public while collared and leashed before. Lisa said to the woman working there,”My pet wants her belly button pierced with a small gold hoop with a P soldered on.”
Mary’s eyes grew wide as she heard what Mary said. She was going to be pierced and a letter P would be soldered permanent into her belly button. How would she explain the piercing and then the P. She couldn’t refuse and embarrass her owner. She would be punished if she did. But she didn’t want to embarrass her. She realized it had nothing to do with punishment. A piercing was so little to please her owner.
The woman did the piercing and soldered the gold hoop into the hole with a P dangling from it. Mary felt a thrill go through her body as the P was soldered into place. She didn’t understand the feeling but it was as real as was the heat in her pussy.
“Any other piercing?” Asked the woman.
“Not today but soon we will be returning.” answered Lisa. “Pay the woman pet.”
Mary opened her purse and discovered she had no money so she had to use a credit card. The woman knew her name now. She noticed a wooden hair brush had been added to her purse along with everything else. The woman’s eye sparkled when she saw all the stuff in Mary’s purse. Mary was mortified that the woman saw her toys. She felt a hot spasm in her pussy at the same time.
Lisa took Mary’s leash and lead her back to the car with her newly pierced belly button sporting a P visible to the world. “Do you know what P stands for pet.?”
“Yes Ms. Simon your pet believes the P stands for pet.”
Lisa drove to the other side of the city and pulled up to a placed called Bare Elegance. Lisa turned to Mary and explained the situation. “We are going in here so that you can observe how the dancers work the stage and do private dances. You are coming here on Thursday to enter the amateur contest and I expect you to win. You will be practicing at least 2 hours a night until then. While we are in here tonight you will be sitting at a table in the back. You will have at least 3 girls do private dances for you. If any men come and sit with you they are to be allowed to do anything except fuck you. You will masturbate each guy and allow his cum to shoot all over your legs and skirt. You will then tell them to see me at the bar and tell me how you did. If I get any bad reports you will of course be punished pet. Maybe right here with the hairbrush.”
Lisa handed Mary $30 dollars for the private dances and said “You will have to get the gentlemen to buy your drinks. You may drink but don’t get drunk. Oh and one more thing. When there is no man with you I want to see you playing with your bare pussy.”
Mary was in shock as she followed Lisa into the establishment. She was permitted to leave her collar in the car but she was still quite a sight in her outfit. She was to masturbate any stranger who sat with her and allow them to take liberties with her body. She was to play with herself in public. How could she do this. It was very wrong. But her owner demanded it. Her pussy was soaked and her nipples were poking holes in her thin top. They were still
extremely tender from last night. Mary moved to a table in the back that Lisa indicated in a daze. It took 2 minutes for a guy to pull up a chair with her.
The gentleman introduced himself as Paul. He asked if she would like a drink. She ordered a sprite and as he talked with her she studied the stage. There were two girls on the stage. One was totally naked and the other had removed her dress and was wearing only a g-string. They were swaying and gyrating to the music as men sat around the stage. When a man held up money the girls would kneel on the stage in front of the guy and do a little special thing and then he would put the money in her garter. They usually allowed the man a few ‘feels’ while he tipped them.
As she looked around the room she saw girls doing dances at the tables. They danced naked very close to the man, almost touched him. Some of the girls actually allowed some touching and rubbed themselves on the guy’s knee. She noticed girls circulating offering dances to the seated men. Her eyes met Lisa’s at the bar and she felt an energy flow through her and she wanted to please her owner. She wasn’t ready to begin masturbating this guy so she motioned for a tall red head with platform 6″ heels that she wanted a private dance.
Mary was quite embarrassed as the nude woman danced for her. She pushed her large breasts into Mary’s face and Mary could feel the bare pussy grinding into her thigh. She was most disturbed because her own pussy was beginning to leak.
After the song was over the woman placed her high heel shoe on the edge of Mary’s chair with the toe against her wet pussy while Mary slipped a $10 bill into her garter. A knowing smile crossed the dancer’s lips as she kissed Mary on the cheek.
As she moved off the gentleman sitting with Mary moved closer and she could feel his hand on her thigh. A glance at her owner and Mary let her hand slide to the man’s lap. She found a hard mass inside his tight jeans and whispered to him,” If you take that out I’ll take care of it for you.” in a soft sexy voice her owner would be proud of. She couldn’t believe she had said that and was now sitting with a complete stranger sliding her hand up and down his hot pulsating cock. His hand found its way to her sopping pussy and as he slid 2 fingers deep inside her she experienced her first orgasm of the night. Soon after that she felt the hot splash of his cum on her thigh and skirt. The man whipped his cock on her skirt and got up to leave. She asked him to please go and tell Lisa how she had done. She so wanted Lisa to be pleased.
Before another man could join her she got the attention of a short well built blonde dancer and had her second private dance. She watched what the dancer did and took mental notes so she could make her owner proud on Thursday. She couldn’t believe she would be doing that here on Thursday. After tipping the dancer 2 guys came over and sat with Mary. They obviously had seen what she had done before and their pants were open and she was presented with two more cocks. One began fingering her pussy while the other played with her super sensitive nipples. As the guy in her right hand shot all over her she had another orgasm herself. After the second
guy added his load to her thigh they were off to tell Lisa as Mary begged them to.
She began playing with herself without even thinking about it when a very tall large black dancer came up and said Lisa had sent her over. She talked to Mary the entire time she danced for her. Telling her she was a slut and she couldn’t wait to get her here on Thursday after work for some real fun. This made Mary nervous but when the dancer shoved her toe into Mary’s pussy she erupted in another orgasm. ‘What is happening to me?’ she wondered.
By the time Lisa was ready to leave Mary had lost track of the number on men who had cum on her. She could feel their cum running down her legs and a glance at her black skirt showed it to be covered with white cum. She could actually feel the cum running into her shoes. She had been mauled for hours and had orgasmed repeatedly. Her pussy was worn out from the night before and now this. She had not had this many orgasms in her entire life. All she could think about was the fire in her pussy. She was watching the dancers but also watching the men wishing them to come and help her put out her fire.
As she got up to leave there was a rousing cheer as her cum covered body walked proudly behind her owner to the door.
As soon as they were in the car Mary’s inexplicable began to cry. She didn’t know why but she knew this was all wrong as her fingers slid into her overheated pussy and she cried all the way home.
Lisa permitted Mary to shower and then ordered her to do her nails and toes nails in a bright red polish for tomorrow. She told her they would be going to get ‘real’ nails put on tomorrow.
Mary went to bed on the floor with orders to wake her owner at 7:00 with breakfast ready. She sobbed herself to sleep as visions of shooting cocks passed through her mind and her fingers gently stroked her swollen pussy.CHAPTER 23
Mary awoke at 5:30 A.M. to find her fingers still in her soaked pussy. She immediately completed her morning masturbation, struggling to stop before orgasm as required. She forced her exhausted body to the shower. She took a long shower and felt slightly better after drying her hair and doing her make up. Her mind was in a turmoil. She couldn’t understand why her pussy was constantly hot and wet. She had flashes of hard cocks invading her
mind and she had a unconscious desire to please Lisa. What was wrong with her. She was a mother, wife and
teacher. These thoughts were sick.
So Lisa had some pictures of her. She should just face the music and get out of this situation. But she knew she didn’t have the courage to fight Lisa. The pictures were bad but the videos would put her in jail. She had everything to lose and nothing to gain by fighting Lisa but she knew what she was doing was wrong. With her mind thoroughly confused she padded naked to the kitchen to fix breakfast for Lisa.
At exactly 7:00 Mary woke Lisa. The aroma of toast and coffee filled the house. Lisa slipped on a robe and lead her pet back to the kitchen. Lisa ate the delicious breakfast while the hungry teacher stood obediently drinking a cum laced cup of coffee. Lisa also permitted Mary to eat a dry piece of toast.
Lisa was headed for upstairs after eating leaving the kitchen for Mary to clean when she noticed the answering machine blinking. She pressed the button and heard Bill Clark’s voice. He had called the night before and basically said the normal miss you and stuff but what interested Lisa the most was the last sentence. “I’ll be home Thursday night around 6:30. Could you pick me up at the airport?” Lisa hurried upstairs to get ready for school.
When Mary came up to her room she found her clothes for the day laid out on the bed. A black garter belt with black stockings, a short full black print skirt, a black camisole and an open weave knit vest with 4″ black ankle strap heels to complete the outfit. Mary inspected herself in the mirror and found she actually looked 15 years younger. The only drawbacks to the outfit were the lack of panties and bra. She was very aware that her bare ass was only inches from view and her nipples were protruding through the camisole and if the vest were to shift from the position she had arranged it they would be noticeable to her students.
Mary went down to meet Lisa in the kitchen. Lisa handed her a lunch she had prepared for her and said, “No peeking until lunch time pet.”
“Yes, Ms. Simon” answered Mary as she removed her collar and leash and placed them in her purse. She thought she would have to get a larger purse soon with everything Lisa made her carry with her.
The morning went almost normally. The only distractions were her constant state of excitement and the fact that she caught herself looking at the boys in her class imagining the size of their cocks. Every time this happened she was repulsed at her thoughts.
As lunch approached Mary became apprehensive. She knew Lisa always had some disgusting, embarrassing activity for her in her lunch. When the bell rang for lunch Mary took her lunch bag to the faculty dining room. People had stopped asking her to sit. She went over to the corner counter and opened her lunch. Inside she found a salad with crackers, a small apple a bottle of chili powder and a note.
Pet,
enjoy your lunch. There is nothing special for you to do before you eat.
After lunch you are to go back to your room and do your regular after lunch
playing. When the bell rings for the end of lunch you are to dip your finger
into the chili powder and dab It onto your clit. Do this just before you open the
door to let my class in.
L
Mary ate her lunch and then proceeded to her room. Locking the door she lifted her skirt and fingered her pussy to the point of orgasm. Her mind told her this was wrong but her body betrayed her. Stopping before she orgasmed was very difficult. Her body craved release. When the bell rang Mary quickly dipped her wet finger into the chili powder and dabbed it on her clit as ordered. She opened the door and suddenly her pussy was on fire. Before she knew what was happening her body was rocked by an intense orgasm. She had to grab the desk to remain standing and bite her tongue to keep from crying out.
Her students filed into the room and while they gave her strange looks no one could tell the problem. Mary’s pussy continued to spasm as the chili powder migrated through her wet pussy. She was afraid to move because she knew another orgasm was on its way.
Mary struggled with her burning pussy. She was beginning to sweat and her pussy was gushing trying to extinguish to fire. All of her students were now seated and looking at her. She had to do something. “Class I want you to open your books and read sections 2 through 9.”
Mary glanced at Lisa and saw her shaking her head no as if she could read her mind. Mary had planned to go to the restroom and quench the fire In her pussy. But seeing Lisa she knew she was going to have to deal with it here. She would have loved to sit behind her desk and try to cope with the burning but she wasn’t permitted to sit A second orgasm rushed through her body causing her to grip the desk tighter. By this time she was sweating profusely and her knees were weak. Somehow Mary managed to get through the class. Lisa did ask about that
‘smell’ again before the bell sent the students to their next class. Thankfully Mary had the next period open
and went to the restroom and tried to ease the burning with paper towels soaked in cold water. As she was leaving the restroom after drying her self and her thighs of the copious juices which soaked the tops of her stockings and the back of her skirt. The burning in her pussy was diminished but there was no way to douse the fire completely.
The rest of the day Mary was constantly dabbing the moisture from her face and between classes running to the restroom to dry the constant secretions of her pussy. When the end of the day finally arrived Mary couldn’t even remember what she had taught during the afternoon. Her mind was totally centered between her legs.
Lisa came strolling in as Mary was wiping her forehead.
“A little warm pet?” asked Lisa .
“Ms. Simon that was a terrible trick. I had three orgasms right in front of my class. I can’t afford to lose this job or my reputation.” yelled Mary.
“You did well pet. I knew you would control yourself but it was amusing to watch. If you get caught everyone will think you are the sick one. No one knows about us remember.”
“Yes Ms. Simon. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it pet. Give me your purse and bend over your desk.”
“Please Ms. Simon. Not here. I’m sorry.” begged the teacher as she handed her purse to her student.
Lisa flipped Mary’s skirt up over her up turned ass and proceeded to spank her ass with the hairbrush until it was bright red. Mary was squirming on the desk and the tears were running down her face smearing her make up. Lisa noted the flow between Mary’s legs and knew she had this bitch.
Lisa ordered the spanked teacher to the corner. “Put your nose in the corner and hold your skirt high so I can see your red ass when I come back. Don’t move an inch.” Lisa left the room leaving the spanked teacher on display in the corner.
Mary wanted to die of shame. What if someone came by? Bubba was around. He made her nervous. She could hear someone walking down the hall. Mary could feel the juices running down here legs as her fear grew. She knew someone was at the door but she dare not look. “Unwrap your cum collectors and place them in your wastebasket for Bubba. He must think you’re really hot stuff.” said Lisa. Mary breathed a sigh of relief that it was
Lisa as she lowered her skirt and moved to obey. Mary blushed making her face as red as her ass and placed the 7 used rubbers in the trash. She hoped Bubba wouldn’t notice them.
“I’ll drop you at the gym pet on my way to take Amy to dinner. I want you to drink 2 cans of orange juice for nutrition while you are there. We will pick you up in 2 hours. Continue the same exercises as last week. They seem to be working.’ I made an appointment to have your nails done at 6:30.”
After an exhausting workout Mary drank her two cans of orange juice and waited outside for Lisa to return. Lisa pulled up at around 6:15 with Amy in the car. Mary climbed into the back seat thankful to be able to sit down and rest her weary body.
When they arrived at the nail salon Lisa told the technician that both Mary and Amy were getting nails. She wanted them to be identical. Amy had been bugging Mary for months to get nails but Mary had refused.
After a hour or so Mary and her daughter left the salon with identical long dark red finger nails. Mary was upset that Lisa had permitted Amy to get nails let alone long red ones. But she knew better than to disagree with Lisa.
When they got home Amy went off to her room to do her homework and Lisa sent Mary off to practice her dancing. She had Mary dance in front of a full length mirror in her bedroom. Removing her clothes and swaying and gyrating to the music. After about a 1/2 hour Mary was about to collapse but Lisa simple got the hairbrush out of Mary’s purse and she forced herself to continue. Mary tried to divert her eyes from watching herself stripping and dancing naked in her bedroom but she couldn’t avoid seeing herself preparing to win a contest she
didn’t even want to be associated with. She knew she had to go along with Lisa until she could find a way out
without hurting her family.
Around 10:30 Amy knocked on her door to say good night. “Night Mom.”.
“Night Amy” called the naked dancing teacher.
“Mom your supposed to call me Ms. Amy. Remember?”
Mary cringed. “Yes Ms. Amy. I’m sorry I forgot.”
Lisa permitted Mary to go to sleep early with orders for breakfast at 7:00.
Mary masturbated quietly on the floor before going to sleep. Her pussy was still tingling from the chili powder. As she drifted to sleep her mind was so confused about everything. She was having a difficult time determining right from wrong. Her values were constantly being assaulted.
The next day went along like a normal day. There were no surprises at lunch and aside form masturbating twice everything was as it used to be before all this started. After classes Lisa came to Mary’s room and informed her that they needed to go shopping after the gym to find something to wear to ‘work’ on Thursday night. This brought Mary back to her real situation.
As they were leaving the school they ran into Bubba as he was cleaning the hall. “Hi Bubba” said Lisa. Mary couldn’t look Bubba in the eye. She was aware that he was giving her a through look over while he chatted with Lisa.
The constant exercise and lack of substantial food was beginning to have an effect of Mary. Her mind was also showing the effects of the stress and she was too tired to think straight. She felt like she was floundering in a deep pit but she couldn’t find the ladder. Her body was constant aroused and her mind wandered. As she waited for Lisa to pick her up at the gym she realized she was lost and maybe there was no way out.
When Lisa picked up Mary at the gym she was alone. She told Mary that Amy was at her mothers.
This disturbed Mary but she couldn’t complain.
They headed for the mall and directly to Victoria’s Secret. Lisa helped Mary pick out several G-strings, various color wonder bras to enhance her ample breasts, and some long slinky dresses. Lisa sent Mary to the changing room with orders to change and come out and show her what she looked like.
Mary went to the changing room and as she began to remove her blouse she saw her reflection in the mirror and stopped. She didn’t even recognize this person she had become. Why was she subjecting herself to this treatment. She rebuttoned her blouse and without further thought stepped out of the dressing room to confront Lisa.
Lisa saw Mary coming and had been expecting some rebellion soon. She grabbed Mary’s arm before she could say anything and lead her back to the dressing room. Once in the changing stall Lisa backed the bigger, older teacher against the wall and said,” Listen pet, if you think for one minute I won’t release the pictures and tapes you are sadly mistaken. You have two choices at this point and 30 seconds to make up your mind. You can leave here and I guarantee you will make the news tomorrow or you can get naked and bend over with your hands on the chair and your ass in the air. Make up your mind.”
Mary realized her mistake. She had gotten herself into a situation from which she could find no escape. Her life was ruined but at least she could save her husband and daughter from devastation. She slowly began removing her clothes as quietly wept in despair.
When she was naked and in the required position Lisa opened Mary’s purse and got the hairbrush. Lisa reddened Mary ass with 25 hard spanks with the hairbrush. The sound of the spanking could be heard all over the store. Lisa walked out and ordering Mary be try on an outfit and come out.
With no way to fix her smeared make up a very contrite teacher dressed in a black g-string and wonder bra with exposed nipples and a sheer long spaghetti strap gown walked from the changing area to the main store. Her eyes were downcast but she could feel all eyes on her. Lisa made her turn and lift her gown displaying her hot red ass to anyone who wanted to look. Lisa was satisfied with the outfit and ordered Mary to purchase it along with 3 additional g-string/bra sets.
When Mary came out Lisa told her to thank the clerk for the use of her dressing room for her attitude adjustment and to apologize for any disruption her correction may have caused. Lisa walked out leaving the teacher to obey her instructions but she remained near the door to witness her teachers humiliation.
Lisa walked to the checkout counter and said, “Thank you for allowing my owner use your dressing room to correct my attitude. I’m very sorry for any disruptions I may have caused.” Her face was as beet red and she couldn’t look the girl in the eye.
The sales girls mumbled, “That’s ok.” She was as embarrassed for the woman as she was embarrassed and wanted to get these people out of the store.
Lisa took the penitent pet to the shoe store where Mary had collected her first cum. Thankful for Mary the neither salesman was working. Mary had her buy a pair of platform heels with 7″ heels. They rode home in silence as Mary’s mind tried to come to grips with the despair she felt.
When they got home Amy was not yet there. Lisa sent Mary to her room and ordered her to change into her dance outfit and start practicing. Mary went to her room and forced her drained body to dress and begin performing for the mirror. She danced and stripped and then got dressed and did it over and over. The new platforms heels hurt her feet and were difficult to dance in but by the time her 2 hours were up she had mastered them.
Lisa came in and watched the last dance. “I will be very disappointed if you don’t win.” said Lisa.
” Your pet will do her best to make you proud Ms. Simon.”
Lisa picked up the discarded g-string. “Pet you are soaked this g-string. Wash it out before bed.”
“Yes Ms. Simon. Ms. Simon Where is Amy?”
“She went to the mall with friends. She should be home by 11:00.”
“11:00!!!!! It is a school night and she is to be home by 9:00 and in bed by 10:00.” ranted Mary.
“Pet she is growing up now. She needs more freedom. She is now permitted out till 11:00 on school nights and midnight on weekends unless I extend her curfew.”
“I’m her mother and I make the rules for her.”
“Not any more pet unless you want to be totally honest with her about everything.”
Mary was speechless. She was losing everything.
“Go to bed now pet you have a very busy day tomorrow. I will even excuse you from the gym but you must practice for an hour before going to your new job. I will drop you off at 5:30 at the club.”
“Please Ms. Simon don’t let Amy stay out so late on school nights.”
“Good night pet.” said Lisa as she walked into the kitchen.
Mary sullenly walked up the stairs. She undressed and laying on her blanket on the floor she fingered her pussy to the point of orgasm and then stopped herself and tried to sleep.
Lisa was in the kitchen on the phone making plans for pet’s husbands return the next day.CHAPTER 24
Mary woke early. Her sleep had not been very restful. Her mind was whirling out of control. Dreams of her teaching her class dressed in her dancing clothes and of Lisa allowing Amy to do all sorts of things to which she objected kept her sleep restless. Her fingers had found their way to her stimulated pussy and she was near orgasm when jolted awake by the alarm clock.
Mary quickly showered and did her hair and make up. She slipped on a robe and made breakfast for Lisa and Amy. Then she woke up the girls. Amy was very tired and didn’t want to get up. Mary was permitted toast and coffee with her special cream. Then she cleaned up and climbed the stairs to see what Lisa had laid out for her to wear.
Mary was quite surprised to find a conservative outfit compared to her normal wear. She was required to be plugged and took a large thermos of cum laced coffee which she was to drink throughout the day.
The school day went without incident. At the end of the day Lisa came to Mary’s room. She ordered Mary to remove the plug from her ass and leave it in her desk. She then had her only partially close the drawer and took the dejected teacher home to get ready to compete in a strip contest in front of complete strangers.
Lisa had Mary cook dinner for her and Amy and they sat at the table and enjoyed a hot family dinner while Mary cleaned the kitchen because time was limited. Mary was distrusting of the relationship Lisa and Amy were developing and she felt she was being rendered more and more ineffective. She didn’t know what she could do about it now but she hoped Bill would be home soon to at least take control of Amy.
After dinner Mary went to her room and after practicing for an hour packed her bag for the nights activities. As the time approached she was becoming more and more nervous yet her pussy was getting hotter and hotter.
At 5:15 Mary left with Lisa for the club. Amy was dressed to go out with friends and then staying at another friends house. Mary was not pleased with the short dress Amy was wearing but when Lisa said she had picked it for her she knew it wouldn’t do any good to object.
When they arrived at the club Mary dropped Lisa off and said she would be back later. Mary felt very vulnerable as she walked alone into the club. She explained she was there to enter the amateur contest. She was directed to the dressing rooms. She was the first to arrive and found the dressing room empty. She put her stuff down and walked out to the stage area. She had never been on stage and found that even in the dark it was a scary place.
While Mary was exploring the stage and club area Lisa was heading for the airport. She had spent most of the morning after leaving school getting everything together she would need. She had been sure to get back to school before Mrs. C. class so she wouldn’t know Lisa had left the building. Lisa smiled as she drove to the airport. Their plan would make things very interesting.
When Lisa arrived at the airport she parked in the short term parking and after removing the bag from the trunk headed for the arrival area to meet Bill.
About 30 minutes later Lisa spotted Bill walking down the ramp from his flight. She held up the sign with his name on it. He spotted the sign and walked over to her.
“Mr. Clark?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Evans sent me to meet you. He asked me to give you this letter. He said everything you would need is in this bag.”
Mr. Evans was his boss. What could this be about? “Thank you.” said Bill. He ripped open the envelope.
Dear Bill,
Some very important business has come up in Saudi Arabia. I know
you have been away for some time but it is necessary for you to
fly there immediately to handle this situation. In order to
provide you with more clout I am promoting to to vice president
in charge of overseas operations. This will be reflected in
your substantial pay increase which we will continue to deposit
for you. All your expenses will be covered by the
company. This assignment may well last several months.
In the bag are your tickets and passport. Your flight leaves at
7:15. All other information will be waiting in your office
when you arrive.
Steve
Bill was in shock. A promotion to vice president of overseas operations and a substantial pay raise. He would have to be away for several months. What about Lisa and Amy? They would be happy for him and Lisa was a very competent mother. They would be fine. He would have to hurry to get his plane. “Miss could you do me a favor and get a message to my wife?”
“Certainly Sir.”
He quickly scribbled a note and giving Lisa a $20 tip rushed off to his plane.
……
Mary was all dressed to undress and was doing her hair when she saw the big black stripper coming toward her in the mirror. She could feel her knees shaking.
The black woman tapped Mary on the shoulder and said, “Stand up”.
A frightened Mary turned and stood in front of the menacing black dancer.
“I wanted to tell you the rules around her bitch. Win or lose you will tip the bouncers $1 out of ever ten. The bartenders and waitresses also get 1 out of 10 and the DJ gets 1 out of ten. That means you only get 7 out of ten. From that 7 you must put $25 into the kiddie. and new girls pay 1 out of 10 to the association. That means you really make $5 a dance. If you should win the contest you get to keep $100 of the $500 prize. After you have paid the association $100 you get to keep $6 out of $10. Any questions?”
Mary was frightened of the woman and answered, “I understand the rules.”
“After we close tonight plan to stay for initiation.” said the coercive black dancer.
“Ok” said Mary as she sat down to finish getting ready. She didn’t want to be here or do this but she knew she had to win the contest or else.
The contest was scheduled to begin at 9:00. Until then amateurs were not permitted to do any stage or table dancing. Mary stayed back stage and talked to the other dancers as they changed and went back to the floor. She peeked through the curtain but couldn’t find Lisa in the crowd. As the contest time approached Mary was more nervous than ever before in her life. She was alone, Lisa wasn’t there. The other contestants were all younger by several years than she was. Her hopes on being the winner were sinking as she watched the other 5 women dressing and getting ready for the contest. What would Lisa do to her if she didn’t win? She really didn’t want to find out.
Just before the contest started the DJ came backstage and explained that the 6 women would go on stage together for the first dance but they were not to remove any clothing during that first dance. Then they would be sent on stage individually to do their dance. They had 3 songs each. They were not to leave the stage during their dance. After all 6 had danced they would be brought back to the stage naked for one song then the audience would vote. Each patron was given one ‘Bare Elegance’ dollar. They would give their dollar to the girl of their choice. The girls would keep dancing until all on the dollars and been distributed. The girl with the most dollars wins. Mary would be the 4th dancer.
Going on stage as a group allowed the women to get used to the stage. They could not see into the audience because of the lights but they could hear the men calling to them and making remarks. Mary felt like a piece of meat on display. She didn’t know if she could take her clothes off in front of all these people or not.
The first girl was very pretty with long legs and long blonde hair. She got a lot of applause and came off stage smiling confidently. The second girl had short black hair. Her outfit was black leather and she was received enthusiastically by the crowd.
As the third girl went on stage Mary realized she was next. As she paced the backstage area she didn’t think she could do it. Suddenly Lisa was there.
“Hi pet. Ready?”
“Ms. Simon your pet doesn’t believe she can do this.”
“Oh but you can and you will pet. If you don’t win this you will be one very very sorry pet.”
“Please Ms. Simon this isn’t right.”
“That remark will cost you later now get out there and make every man and woman in this club want your ass. You are nothing but my pet the slutty dancer tonight. If you are good you can pretend to be a teacher and mother tomorrow. But tonight is what you really are. Now get out there and win.”
Mary knew Lisa was right. She had to dance her best and win to make her owner proud. She couldn’t let her owner down or she would be punished and her life would get even more complicated.
Suddenly it was time. Mary tried to block out the crowd and pretend she was in her bedroom in front of the mirror. She danced and swayed to the music. The shouting was a distraction but she continued. She removed her dress and suddenly she could feel the eyes on her. Her hips took on a mind of their own and began to gyrate. She began thrusting her hip back and forth as she dropped her wonder bra to the floor. Her breasts swayed as her body continued to prance around the stage. Her g-string was soaked and her pussy was on fire. She literally
ripped off the tiny cloth protecting her bare womanhood from the eyes of the lusting men surrounding the stage. As she moved through the third song her fingers spread her pussy lips wide and she thrust her pelvis at the screaming crowd. Shaking her breasts and fingering her pussy she humped her ass around the stage.
By the end of the third song Mary was exhausted. Her legs were about to give out. She had given all she had for her owner. Lisa was not back stage when she staggered to the chair. Her body was covered with perspiration and she could feel her juices running down her thighs. She sat there on the chair and rested. She wanted to get back on the stage and collect her dollars. Then she could maybe get some relief for the fire between her legs.
It wasn’t long before Mary was strutting her naked body on to the stage with 5 other naked women. They danced one song and then moved to the edge of the stage to collect their dollars. Mary was pawed as she collected her money. She felt fingers slipping into her wet pussy and spread her legs wide to allow better access. She seemed to be collecting a lotof dollars. Finally all the dollars had been collected. The women went backstage and the DJ counted the dollars.
The tall blonde had 40 the next girl had 25, dancer number 3 had 23, Mary had 57, dancer 5 had 29 and the last dancer had 52. She had done . She won. Her owner would be so proud. Mary was lead back on stage and while standing naked with her legs slightly spread she accepted the check for $500. She was the best stripper of the night. She was so proud.
As she walked off stage she was suddenly hit by the thought. ‘Why am I proud to be a great stripper? I’m a teacher, wife and mother. Oh what if someone recognized me.’ She wanted to dress and run out of there but she was being congratulated by the other girls. She saw Lisa coming through the curtain.
“Well pet you did it you won. I’ll take the $500.”
“Ms. Simon your pet only gets to keep $100. The rest go as tips and fees for participation.”
“Well pet I need $500 so you better get your ass out there and do about 40 table dances to get the other $400.”
“Ms. Simon your pet only gets to keep $5 from each table dance.”
“Pet I need $500. You can do table dances or give blow jobs. I don’t care but when this place closes at 2:00 A.M. you better hand me $500.”
“Yes Ms. Simon. The girls say I have to stay for initiation after hours .”
“That’s ok. Just give me the $500 and then you can stay as long as you like. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes Ms. Simon.” What was she going to do. How could she make $500 dollars in 4 hours? How would she ever get to work in the morning if she had to stay here after 2? How was she going to get home? Again her mind was not functioning clearly. She need to get busy or things would get worse.
Mary moved onto the floor and was immediately invited to sit with three gentlemen. She declined saying she needed to work the floor. “Would any of you gentlemen like a table dance?’ she asked.
They all quickly agreed.
Using the things she had observed other girls doing Mary began dancing for the first man. As she moved her naked body up close to the gentleman he moved his hand to his thigh so that when she straddled his leg his hand was directly under her shaved wet pussy. As she slide her body up and down his thigh his fingers began playing between her spread legs. By the time the song was over and she moved to the second man her body temperature was approaching the boiling point. The second man followed the example of his buddy and played
openly with her dripping pussy. About half way through the song she shuddered in an orgasm and was deeply
embarrassed that she could cum in this disgusting situation, but she never stopped moving.
The third man slide his finger past her drenched pussy and slide a finger into her ass. Mary found herself sitting on the mans hand and forcing his finger deeper inside her tight puckered hole.
Mary was shaken by her body’s betrayal but she moved to the next table. She needed to get $500 for her owner or she would be punished. As she worked her way around the room Mary kept one eye on the clock. She had humiliated herself several time by cumming as complete strangers played with her soaked pulsing pussy. By 1:00 she had $300 but she realized she would never make her owners required $500 before the place closed. She had to make a decision. Risk her owners wrath or go beyond dancing to make the money.
It really wasn’t a choice when she thought about it. She had got too far to protect her family to risk losing it now. Besides Bill would be home soon and she would be able to work some way out of this situation.
Mary went back to the table of the first man, ” I’ll give each of you a blow job for $50 a piece.” Mary’s face burned with shame as she offered herself for money. After a brief discussion between the men they agreed and Mary led them into the back of the club.
Mary couldn’t believe what she had gotten into as she found herself kneeling on the hard cold tile floor with a long thick cock deep in her throat and a cock in each hand waiting her her talented mouth. The men had had a good deal to drink and bringing them to orgasm took longer than Mary had hoped but she was back on the dance floor with only $50 to go with 10 minutes left. She had swallowed all three loads and the taste of cum filled her mouth.
Many of the men were beginning to leave as closing time approached and Mary moved swiftly to a guy sitting near the stage by himself. She whisper her offer in his ear and he stood taking her by the arm and lead her into the back.
“You can get me nice and hard with your mouth but I want to fuck your ass for $50. ”
Mary was trapped. Time was running out so she agreed and after kneeling and sucking his huge cock to its full 9″ she raised her ass and lower her face to the floor and allowed herself to be fucked in the ass.
When it was all over Mary felt dirty and used. She was nothing but a whore. She wished Bill would get home soon.
Mary went back into the dance floor and saw Lisa standing by the bar. She walked up to her and handed her the $500.
“Very good pet and it is only 2:05.”
Mary was shocked. She thought she had made it.
“Don’t worry pet you did well. I understand you will be staying here a while. Joe, the bartender has agreed to bring you home later. Wake me at 6:30 pet. You can sleep on the porch for being 5 minutes late with your money”.
“Yes Ms. Simon.”
“Hey Miss contest winner, Come back here.” called the black dancer.
“May I Ms.. Simon?”
“Have fun pet.”

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Calving Signs – part 7

Mark called early the next morning.
Terri missed it, as she did his next, worried phone call. She spent a good forty-five minutes on top of the toilet, trying to burn off her morning arousal. Working with her fingers to cut through the insistent burn of hormones and heat that kept telling her to find someone with a cock. To get pumped full of boy juice. Terri pulled on her nipples, gasping, shivering and squirting as her fingers worked on her clit.
It took a long time to finally satiate her body’s demands. Only then did she pick up the message.
“Terri. It’s me,” Mark said. Just his voice undid a whole morning’s worth of work. “Dad has me working outdoors all day, so I can’t come over until after dinner. Hang in there, I think I know what’s going on!”
“Hang in there,” Terri thought, sucking on her fingers. Easy for him to say. Even when she got dressed, in the lightest summer dress she could find, her nipples bulged against it. They craved more stimulation. When she walked her panties felt tight and hot against her slit.
The girl in the mirror was past nymph and well on her way to fertility goddess. Terri’s long blonde hair rode in waves across her shoulders, bouncing in time with her walk. Her flawless, hairless skin looked almost like rubber in the basement lighting, but soft and warm. Plus there was the issue of her tits. If she stuck her chest sideways they nearly oustripped the thin bathroom mirror.
Terri gritted her teeth, ignored her chores, and tried to do smart stuff. To fight back. To replace cravings with rational, intelligent thought.
It didn’t go so well.
Her thoughts seemed to toy with her. When she picked up a magazine, her fingers started to trace big pregnant bellies on the models in the pictures. To muse at the packages of the boy models. Reading a book, even an old favorite like Little Women, was a disaster. The words swam in front of her, re-arranging each other until she gave up, nursing a headache that jumped back and forth between ears.
Her e-mail inbox had filled up with concerned inquiries from college friends. Terri didn’t even know how to respond. “Dear everyone. Have become horny and sexy. Thinking about spending the next twenty years nursing babies. How are you?” Plus it was hard to type with long painted nails.
She skipped dinner, even though her stomach screamed with irritation, arguing that she was giving up beef ribs and buttered corn. Not to mention big bowls of strawberry ice cream.
Terri even peeked in on the scene. Ronald and Darrel were the only two sitting down. The three girls circulated around them, watching their needs, ready to spring if either so much as lifted a finger. Anne’s constant, placid smile sent Terri back to her room with renewed determination.
In the end, the best Terri could manage for Project: Smart Stuff was to watch Sex and the City reruns while slowly rubbing at the slick juncture between her thighs. The women on the screen seemed almost alien, prancing around in the Big City, practically ancient not to be swelled up with kids.
Didn’t they know how ridiculous they seemed, childless in their old age?
* * *
Mark, when he finally arrived, didn’t look good.
His eyes were wild and fierce, and he didn’t bother to wait for Anne to get the door. Instead he simply stumbled into the basement, and fell on the bed. Terri snatched her hand from between her oily legs and raced over to him.
“Mark? Are you alright?” she said, timid. His face was screwed up tight.
“Went the whole day without masturbating,” he explained. His face was grey, and he had a layer of sweat across it. “I don’t feel so hot.”
“No, no! Mark, no!” Terri said, racing onto her knees. Mark obligingly opened his legs, and she tugged open his fly, freeing his oversized penis from his pants. It was dark red, and twitched. The cock was outsized and massive, like it belonged to a different animal, almost comical in its length and width.
Terri had to use both hands to jack on it, inhaling a day’s worth of Mark’s scent the whole time. Dribbles of cum shot out, right away, staining her hands and her nice yellow dress. Mark laid back and let her massage it out of him.
“Whatever this is,” he said, watching a spurt catch her on the lips and hair, “it’s… It’s… unstoppable…”
Terri licked her lips. The salty tang was enough to chase away hunger pains. By the time Mark was done twitching, a puddle of translucent cream laid underneath him, and Terri was coated in spurts of cum.
Once they had calmed down and put their clothes back together, Mark waved a computer printout in his hand.
“I had a friend of mine at school analyze some of our drinking water,” he said, still twitching. “It’s like a chemical soup. There’s stuff in it he’s never heard of. And the stuff he had heard of was all bad.”
“What sort of stuff?” Terri said.
“Testosterone and estrogen, in big quantities. And changed, somehow. Other hormones. Pain-killers. Aphrodisiacs. Growth-enhancers. It’s like drinking a laboratory, Terri! And it’s changing us from people into… some kind of breeding animals!”
Terri wasn’t about to argue. Especially with the smell of Mark’s cum in the room. It was already pounding her head with needs and desires.
“It’s got to be coming from that Factory,” Mark said, shaking his head. “They have access to the water supply. I need to find out who’s in charge of it. Can I use your computer?”
Terri pointed to it, in the far corner. She had given up on it after getting confused by trying to type an upper-case letter. Caps lock just made them ALL big, and she couldn’t remember any other way.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Mark was already peering into the screen. “I don’t know. Just… hang around, I guess.”
* * *
Terri tried to hang around.
First she cleaned the room up. That was soothing, at least, even if it did mean mopping up a lot of sperm.
Her boy worked on the computer, flicking past screens. He had his legs open. His cock flopped between his thighs. “This shouldn’t be this hard,” he said, growling. “Why can’t I think of what to do here?”
Terri chewed on a fingernail. Her brain drank the scent of cum and cock, bathed in it, driving down what was left of her. What did girls do for their men, when they were frustrated? She hated to see him bothered.
Terri went and got him a drink.
Mark took a long gulp before realizing what he held. He spurt it out, disgusted. “Terri, this is chemical water! Don’t you remember what I was just talking about? Hormones, et cetera?”
Terri shrank into herself. “I’m sorry,” she said, contrite. “I guess I forgot.”
Her heart pounded. When he had turned, she had gotten another long look at his cock.
* * *
An hour later, and Mark sat with his head in his hands, staring at the computer screen. “How many shell companies can there be?” He shouted, at it. “Hundreds? Why aren’t they in the IRS records?”
Terri put the bowl next to him, and waited, nervous. What if he didn’t want it? She was trying so hard to be good for her man, but she didn’t know anything about computer stuff…
“What’s this?”
“Ice cream!” she said, encouraging. “Don’t worry about the water or anything. It’s homemade.”
“Homemade out of what?” he said, suspicious. But the first spoonful got rid of his worries. Terri watched, relieved, as her man devoured the bowl. She took it away immediately, cleaned it, and put it back with the others. When she returned, he was typing away again, deep into another avenue.
“The Pastor makes it,” she said. “Pastor Flynn.”
“Pastor…” Mark grunted, rapping the table with his fingers. He snapped them together. “Tax-exemptions!”
Terri stroked herself, gently, while he worked. When she came, she bit her lip, so that she wouldn’t disturb him.
* * *
“It’s no good,” Mark said, finally, defeated. “I just can’t concentrate.” It was dark outside, night fallen out of the small basement window.
That was the opening Terri had been looking for.
She crawled, head-first, into the tiny space between the computer chair and the desk. It was warm and rich with Mark’s scent, and she made herself fit, twisting herself inside.
“You keep working,” she suggested, pulling out his cockhead for the—however many times it was. “I’ll make sure you can concentrate, okay?”
Mark looked uncertain. Then she bent down to it, putting her tongue on top of his cock, and licked all over the tip of it. She was instantly rewarded with another gout of cum. His balls were endless. They were huge, too, and hung over the side of the computer chair.
Her boy paused for a moment, then started typing, once more.
* * *
Terri’s mouth was exhausted, and she had lost track of how much jizz she had swallowed. Lots. She was thirsty. Even when Mark was soft—which was brief—she had quietly lapped at his cock, happy to nuzzle on it to help him concentrate.
“There,” he said, sitting back. “I don’t know what good it’ll do us, but I know who is responsible. Something called Breed Ministries. Didn’t you say that Pastor Flynn lives here?”
Terri nodded.
“He’s responsible. He has to be. His church runs a whole series of industries through a mess of shell companies. And they’re all about kids. Baby food. Baby clothes. Maternity wear. Not to mention huge investments in a series of major chemical corporations. And all run out of some backwood hick town in the middle of nowhere. Man.”
He peered down at her. “We’re just breeding stock, to them.”
Terri eased out of her warm little cocksucking nook. Her back hurt, and she laid back on the mattress to loosen it. Her dress was sticky and crackled with cum. Her face was matted with it, where it had dried, and her face was a mess.
She had never felt so content, so happy.
“Now what?” she said, lazily. Whatever he wanted. Terri had already named their first eight kids.
“Tomorrow, first thing, we get out of town. Then we find someone in the government who believes us. Is that okay?”
Her man had worked things out. Of course everything would be okay.
Terri slid her legs open. “What should we do until tomorrow?” she asked, and hiked up her skirt.
* * *
Mark had been exhausted, so they had only fucked twice. Simple, primal fucking, with the man, on top, spilling his seed into his woman, below. They had fallen asleep still entangled, with his cock falling flaccid inside of her.
When she woke up, Terri crackled with dried sperm. It coated her, a frosting of dried protein, the product of so many gouts of Mark’s sperm. She licked her lips, remembered each beautiful spurt, swallowing each of her man’s urgent floods of warm, delicious cum.
Terri realized there was something she had to do.
She had to throw up.
The blonde barely managed to make it to the bathroom in time. Her stomach emptied out, and left her starving and thirsty. But not so hungry she didn’t manage to wash the most obvious dollops of cum off, and pull on a simple blue dress along with three-inch heels. The girl in the mirror winked at her, highly satisfied.
Mark was gone. But she heard a man gasp, from upstairs, followed by a hot wind of pancakes and bacon, rushing down the stairs. That made sense. He had probably been as hungry as she had been, emptied out by the work of her mouth.
Terri wandered up the stairs. The sun was already well up, filtering through high windows to bathe the big house in a quiver’s worth of rays. The day had dawned warm and pleasant, and promised to be beautiful. Terri tip-toed through the house, mind free of little worries for the first time since arrival.
In the kitchen, her boyfriend was half-naked on a chair, his shorts around his ankles. He had Patricia, the brunette, sitting on top of him. The new maid wore a red silk chemise that looked almost dainty, except for the rigorous pounding she was receiving. Her pussy struggled to hold onto the size of Mark’s cock, and her face was a pleasant agony.
The bottom dropped out of Terri’s world. She sagged against the doorframe, ill and nauseous once more.
Patricia’s eyes slid to her, and then Mark turned. He didn’t stop fucking her for a moment, still bouncing her lithe little body up and down his cock.
“Terri.. I’m sorry… but… she’s pregnant. I had to… fuck her…” he said, as if that explained everything.
And part of Terri agreed. He was a man. It was his job to fuck broadly and deeply, to whatever woman presented herself.
Anne stood in her usual spot, in front of the counters, managing a steady flow of pancakes from the griddle. She was radiant, wearing a white dress with lacy sides, and a sunburst insignia on the front.
“Mom,” Terri pled, desperate. “What… what’s going on? Do something!”
“I am, dear,” Anne said. “Just be patient for a moment.”
And then Terri’s Mom stepped away from the hot griddle, and casually unleashed the top of her dress. She had bare tits underneath, big shapely ones that bulged out, with red nipples. Anne took hold of one, and lowered it onto a sparkling clean glass.
Milk jetted out of the nipple and filled the glass. Anne’s calm smile simply grew a slight bit deeper.
“Milk,” Terri said, helpless. Her Mom produced milk. Why… how?
“Of course, dear. The dear Reverend couldn’t do anything about the infertility, but he gave me some wonderful pills to take. They’ve made me so happy, all the time. And, of course, there’s these delightful side effects.”
Anne walked over to Mark, who had both hands on Patricia’s tits. He squeezed, and Terri’s chest glowed, remembering his rough hands on her boobs.
“Drink up some more,” she urged, on Mark. He already had a milk mustache, Terri noticed. And despite the vigorous sex, he eagerly grabbed the glass and downed the still-warm breast milk in one go. His cock glistened, wet, and bits of cum drooled out of Patricia. It had all mixed together into a sticky swirl.
“You can go ahead and touch yourself, honey,” Anne said, turning back to her daughter. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
“No…” Terri whined, her hands already reaching underneath her dress. Even this betrayal had her hot, watching her man fuck another woman senseless. Patricia was about to hit her limit, her eyes rolling back as she pounded up and down like a helpless toy on Mark’s cock. She lost control entirely, falling backwards onto the table, splattering a neatly set place setting.
That’s when Candice emerged, grinning, from underneath the table. Where she had been apparently licking at whatever flung juices landed her way.
“What’s happening?” Terri whimpered. She pushed inside herself. Her folds felt moist and warm, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Mark. He barely seemed to notice that Patricia had fallen off, as Candice eagerly lowered herself on his dripping pole. He grabbed her boobs firmly and restarted his rhythm.
“My milk tends to hit people pretty hard,” Anne explained. She hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back up, and milk spattered on the floor from her teats. “And after all that ice cream last night, plus a full glass this morning… Mark wasn’t really in a state to refuse anyone. Especially not two pregnant girls.”
The ice cream. It was from… her Mom’s…
Anne pushed another warm glass of milk into her hand, freshly squeezed. Terri stared at it. It was still foamy, on top.
“Drink up, Terri. It’s good for you. And,” she winked. “It’ll be good for the baby.”
The baby?
Terri touched her stomach. The throwing up. The buckets of cum. “Birth control” her Mom had provided.
She was pregnant. She was going to be another horny little Mommy, just as milk-filled and knocked up as everyone else in this town. Just another cow in the herd.
She drank the milk. It was as warm and creamy as the soft scent indicated.
“See, honey? Everything will be okay,” Anne said, reassuring and soft. She patted Terri’s light pink cheeks. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
She had to raise her voice over Candice’s screams. The former Professional soon joined her fellow girl on the floor, dazed and twitching. Mark looked around, wildly, blood raging with her Mom’s drug-laced milk. He spotted his girl and rose up from the table, erection bobbing in front of him. It pointed at her thighs, insistent and hard, and ready.
Terri lifted her skirt, and braced herself.
He had her against the side of the wall, ripping the dress off with his free hand, the other supporting her ass up on the wallpaper. Terri gasped with each push, shoved between the wall and his dark red penis, her slit straining to hold his entire aching hardness inside of her.
“I’m pregnant,” she started to chant, as Mark climbed to his orgasm. “Preggy, Preggo, Pregnant.” She would have big tits just like her Mom, and stay at home and clean things and wait every day for another long ride on Mark’s cock.
“I’ll give you kids five minutes,” Anne said, moving to clean up the table. “And then you have to put some clothes on.”
“We’re going to Church today.”
* * *
They groped at each other in the back of the car, still needy, crazed by the milk and the smell of each other. But something wore off just before they arrived, and both Mark and Terri broke off their assault, readjusted their clothing, and fixed each other with scared looks.
“You’re pregnant?” Mark said. His voice was cracked from growling. He kept shaking his head, to clear it.
Terri just nodded, wide-eyed. “It’s yours,” she blurted, and haplessly pulled her panties back up.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Mark said. “I don’t know what happened. She just flashed her… and then I just had to…”
It didn’t seem important. Especially not once the twosome were surrounded by the citizens of Calving, all in their finest, on their way to the Church in the center of town. Terri slipped her hand into Mark’s.
Everyone was there. All of the happy, horny populace. Any number of muscle-bound men, wearing blue jeans with cock outlines etched in. Pregnant women slowly creeping towards the entrance, escorted by doting husbands or boyfriends. And the non-pregnant girls, competing with each other for male attention, on full display with naughty skirts and shiny tops that outlined heavy tits. A gust of wind advertised just how few were willing to wear underwear for Church.
Anne was enormously popular, in a big hat and a dark red dress that approached demure, especially when surrounded by the others.
Worst of all, so many of Anne’s cronies came up to her and Mark, stared at her belly, and gave her a big smile and their most heartfelt congratulations.
And inside, presiding over his herd with his usual big grin and greasy hair, was Pastor Flynn. He paced the raised altar with obvious energy, watching everyone file obediently in, and quietly take their place in the pews. When he saw Terri and Mark, he rubbed his hands together, then waved a greeting to Anne.
Terri sat down, next to Mark, and tried to think.
She was pregnant. It was a miracle she had thought otherwise. Mark had fucked her long and deep, over and over. She was his, now. They’d have to get married or something. He would work, and she would stay home and clean up and cook and wait for him in a brand new outfit, in his favorite color, with underwear if he was bad and without if he was good…
She shook her head. Mark kept glancing over at her, and then, with big eyes, at her belly. She clutched it, protectively.
Terri looked up. Pastor Flynn was halfway through his sermon, and commanded the townfolk without even bothering with a microphone. Anne sat bolt upright, hanging on each word. Every other face was turned towards the man with the dark hair, and nodding at the end of each sentence.
Although, she noticed, dimly, that didn’t stop their hands from moving around. Girls had their hands on the boys, underneath their pants or rubbing the bulge in their jeans. Many of the men had one hand on the inside of their girl’s thighs, and removed juicy fingers from plump, well-stroked snatches. The air was getting sticky and sweet from the work of the men and women, quietly getting each other off.
“And now, I’d like to invite up all the parishioners newly blessed with the Spirit!” Pastor Flynn said. He pulled out a very large index card. “Deanna, Brianna, Sarah, Colleen, Susan, Ally and Michelle, Candice and Patricia, Erica… and, of course, Terri!”
Terri heard her name called. Her Mom tugged her up. “That’s you!” she said, encouraging. “Go on up! You have to accept the blessing!”
The blonde stood up, on heavy legs, and walked through the pews. The people she passed smiled at her, and patted her stomach, encouraging. She walked with the hordes of other girls, all of them pleased and cheerful, with all sorts of hair colors and any number of casually revealing outfits. Terri ended up between a somewhat older woman, who kept rubbing absent-mindedly at her impressive rear end, and two giggling High Schoolers who kept touching at each other.
Flynn walked in front of them all, inspecting the army, at the ranks of swelling tummies he had created. Then he whirled, and turned to the audience.
“Lets give them a big round of applause!” he said, and pounded his heavy hands together.
The cheer became a roar, and the roar became pounding waves of approval. Flynn leaned in close, to Terri. “And after the service, why don’t you and your young man stop into my office, hmm? I think we have a lot to talk about.”
Terri nodded, and then walked back to her seat.
* * *
Flynn’s office was in the very back of the Church. Anne escorted the two wan teenagers to the door, and opened it for them. Mark and Terri walked in, hands clasped.
It was a far cry from Flynn’s austere room in the House. Flynn’s office was colored with stained glass, and the ceiling rose to the rafters. The carpeting was plush and rich. Flynn himself relaxed behind a red-colored desk, his arms crossed behind his head.
Behind him was a chemistry set of beakers, flasks, and pills. All arranged with precision on long rows. Many were totally clear, but others were dark red, and a few even completely black. The pills were generally large and white. Terri dolefully picked out her supposed “birth control” pills in one.
“Have a seat, please,” Flynn urged, politely. He indicated two plush chairs.
“You’re…” Mark searched for the words, falling into the seat. “You’re not going to get away with all this, you know that, don’t you? We’re leaving. We’re getting out of here.”
“Oh? Then maybe I should have you killed,” Flynn said, in that same polite tone.
Both Mark and Terri froze.
Flynn laughed, and it boomed and echoed. “I’m kidding! You’re welcome to go. Be my guest! No one has to stay. Religion only works if you want it to, I find.”
“Or if you force it to work,” Terri was almost surprised to hear her voice.
“Terri,” Flynn said, turning to her. His eyes, she was surprised to note, were even admiring. “You probably will find this hard to believe, but I have a lot of respect for you. You were one of our hardest cases ever. Chemically speaking, of course.”
“We’re going,” Mark snapped, standing up. His cock twitched in his pants. “Terri, lets go.”
Flynn put his hands out. “Tell you what,” he said, placating. “Why don’t you stay a little longer, and I’ll tell you how I did it?”
Mark bit his lip. “Just so you have something to tell the government,” Flynn said.
Mark sat back down. “We already know. The water. Chock full of chemicals.”
“The water supply?” Flynn snorted. “How pedestrian. How basic. You think I could turn an entire town of relatively sane if small-minded people into sex-mad maniacs just by messing with the water? Please!”
“Then what?” Mark demanded. “Where was it?”
“Everywhere!” Flynn said, throwing his arms wide. “Everywhere and everything, son! We’ve had our eye on this town for years! We started with a baseline of hormones in the water half a decade ago, making sure that everyone in this town was nice and fertile when the time was right. Fertile and happy, not about to break the status quo, peaceful, calm. The crime rate in Calving is the lowest in the State!”
Flynn indicated a few of the largest beakers. “The Church—my Church—started the factory once we were sure everyone was good and horny. That gave us access to food supplies, outside influences, all of that. All the food had our special little drops on it. The Diner should’ve glowed green, we had so many chemicals pumped inside. And why stop there? Bras with time-release powders, just for kicks. Office supplies that messed with your rear end. All mixed together in a time-sensitive stew of sex and rutting.”
He pointed a finger at each of them. “You know what’s going on in your bodies, right now? Two dozen of my hormones fighting your brain. Some of them tickling your pleasure centers, making every little thing you do very fun and exciting. Some others sending strong signals to your oh-so-educated minds, giving hints that thinking too hard isn’t very nice. And, of course, others coaxing that animal side we all have to come out of hiding, to get down to the serious mammal business of getting laid and producing the next generation.”
His finger drifted downwards. “And that’s just your heads. Mark, look at those muscles, huh? You’re just squirting testosterone, these days. Making you big, and strong, and, lets face it, a little dumb if someone wafts a bit of pussy in front of you. Terri, I’ll bet you can’t stop smiling, can you? Looking forward to keeping your man happy? That’s all that estrogen we got in you, specially designed for growing girls like yourselves.”
“And the best part is that, after a little while, you boys and girls keep doing it to yourselves! Mark, you don’t know it, but you’re lit up with pheromones like a bee. Girls can’t resist you. You smell too damn good. And Terri, you uncross those legs and every male in an enclosed room wants to get in between those thighs.”
Flynn put his feet on the desk. “And still we nearly didn’t pull it off! Oh, not just because of the holdouts. A little extra attention for the ladies who think too much does wonders. Not even for those drifting through town, if you can slip them a special something. But because of people like you, Terri, and your simple bull-headed refusal to let your body do the talking!”
Terri shifted in her chair. She could almost feel the drugs swimming through her, once Flynn had named them. Knocking her up, swelling her big, making her happy and dumb. “What do you mean? This isn’t enough for you?” she said, in her new little-girl voice. “I’m big and fat and pregnant, just like you wanted.”
“And still fighting back! Amazing! Terri, your Mom’s ice cream had enough stuff in it to knock a bull-dyke feminist into a Mother of Ten. It turned those roommates of yours into dolls and toys. I’m not sure they could recite the alphabet between the two of them. But you held on! Even if you are fingering yourself right now.”
Terri looked down. Her finger had, as usual, slipped between her thighs. She ground her teeth and pulled it out.
“Why are you doing… this?” Mark said, waving his arms around. “All of this!”
Pastor Flynn stood up. The slightly pudgy man with dark eyes disappeared, in a flash, as he loomed over the two of them. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the burning brimstone of a True Believer thundered above them. “Because this is the work of God!” he roared. “This sinner’s world has forgotten the work of God—to bring others into it! We were given these big brains to care for our children, to instruct them in God’s work, not to forget our basic duties as part of God’s herd! To multiply! To grow and increase! All for the greater glory of the Lord!”
Terri blinked, and the bellowing, statue of a man disappeared. Pastor Flynn paused, sat back down, and ran a comb through his hair.
“We…” Mark said, his voice trembling. “We appreciate your speech. But now we’re leaving. Come on, Terri.”
“Leaving?” Flynn said.
He pushed something forward on his desk, casually. “When you’ve been marinating in the scent of our special estrus blend for the past five minutes? Take a look over at your big… pregnant… girlfriend… over there, and tell me you’re leaving.”
Mark’s eyes fixed on the open jar. The liquid inside was dark red. Then his eyes slid over to Terri. Over her tits. Down onto her milky white thighs, and her skimpy dress. Then onto her belly. He swallowed.
“Terri, I’m… sorry, but I’ve got to stick my cock in your… your pussy,” he said, bobbing his head.
He turned towards her. His cock had leaked a trail of cum onto his pants, all the way down to his knees.
“We’ve got a nice outdoorsy job for you,” Flynn said, encouraging. The scent appeared to effect him not at all. “And then, once Terri has gotten nice and plump, we’ll get you back doing computer work for us. It’d be wasteful, otherwise.”
“Fuck him,” Terri’s body urged. All parts of it. Her glowing, perfect boobs. Her plump, full lips. Certainly her nice, inviting pussy, with the heavy lips and nerve-filled clit. “Do it, it’ll be fun.”
Terri ran for it.
She rose up on wobbly, lubricant-stained thighs, and made it to the door, tossing it open. She raced by her surprised Mother, mouth open, panting and groaning. Trying to get free of the sex-juiced air, the hormones telling her to go back and let her man take her, on the floor, wherever he pleased.
She made it to the Church, padded down the center of the pews.
But her body wasn’t made for running, anymore. Her tits were heavy, and her bra was a joke, so they hurt as they ran, the nipples rubbing up and down the inside of her dress. The dress flew up with each step, exposing her panties. And her hips were too wide to run properly. Plus her hair kept getting her eyes.
Terri ran anyways.
She struggled in the heels, to run fast. But tossing them off seemed impossible to even imagine.
She slowed to a walk. Her feet hurt, after all.
And she had the baby to think about. It felt good to slow down, to let the comforting flow of hormones rush over her.
She stopped.
Right in front of a cow pasture.
A cow, a big brown one, mooed at her.
Terri sighed, and mooed back.
* * *
EPILOGUE:
The brand new hospital was very clean, very efficient, and very boring. Terri had nothing to do but wait on her back and count the hours. She counted hours on the clock above her bulging stomach. Her belly button had popped out early on, and she had just kept getting bigger since then.
Mark, her adoring husband, stopped in twice a day. They gave him time off from the factory to visit his pregnant wife. First he would fuck her senseless, pounding her with his still-massive cock. Then they would talk about work at the Plant, and about post-baby plans to move into the new housing development, next to that Robert guy he was friends with.
After that, he would milk her. And that inevitably lead to a second round of fucking her. He usually did it standing, with her pussy braced on the side of the hospital bed.
Brianna, the nurse, visited once a day. She was a real scatter-brain, probably because of her own growing tummy, but she at least remembered to change the batteries in Terri’s vibrator. Once a day was usually enough.
Every other day Anne would stop by, to let her know how the House was getting along. The two girls were filling in nicely during her absence, even if they tended to forget about work whenever a boy stopped in. She had a perfect record, sending visiting couples home with an added member of the family. Plus she never failed to bring a homemade bucket of ice cream.
Terri was looking forward to making her own.
And once, Pastor Flynn stopped by. Back in civilian clothes, for once.
“Terri!” he said, bouncing in. “So good to see you. And the little one, I see. I hope you name him or her or them after me.”
“Not likely,” Terri said. She concentrated, and a spark crumbled up from her Mommy-addled brain. “Bastard.”
“Whoa, careful, the kid can hear that,” Flynn said, with mock concern.
“I’m leaving, you know. Soon as I have the baby. We’re going to get out.”
“Fine by me,” Flynn said. He shrugged. “I’m leaving too. New towns to conquer, you know? And we’re going to try a city, soon.”
“Which city?”
“A big one,” Flynn said. They looked at each other. “But I should say, Terri. There’s worse things then getting plugged regular by a loving husband, and taking care of a baby, and getting the housework done. But if you want to get back to your old life of running away from college, I wish you the best. Here, I’ll get your brain back on the road.”
He took the remote, and changed the channel to CNN. “There. Some depressing news, some books, and you’ll be back to your old self in no time. Just try and stay away from milk-based products.”
And then he was gone.
Terri watched the news, determined, for a good fifteen minutes. Then the vibrator, deep within her snatch, ran dry on batteries.
She managed five minutes more of silly people yapping at each other.
Then Terri sighed, turned the channel to her Soaps, and let her dancing fingers replace the vibrator. She wondered, idly, if there was any ice cream left in the hospital fridge.

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Thanks for the patience fellow amorous adventurists! I know the last chapter was very brief without anything adequate enough to get you hot and bothered. Rest assured, it was necessary and now you’re starting to understand just what this story is about. I’ll try to keep the chapters from now on at a decent length to tide you over for an unexpected leave of absence. Now prepare yourself, this chapter has all the hot, kinky, intimate thrills you’ve been deprived of. Don’t get frustrated if you can’t understand Russian, it’s not necessary to understand that Gedeon is a pretty sick fuck. Enjoy!

Trailer Trash Treats

There are those that are overworked and barely scraping by, some that are well off but biding their time, and others live off the welfare of others, all indulge in sick and twisted vices and bored as hell. In this oasis, drugs and alcohol are the only thing to break up the monotony that encompasses the lives of the women that occupy these huge metal coffins.