A STEPMOTHER'S DILEMMA Part One (CH. 1-4)

THE CHARACTERS -

Betty Bell: Age 39, 5'8", 38C-26-38, 125 lbs, red hair, Housewife, Her husband Don is having an affair with...

Chris Dunn: Age 36, 5'9", 37D-24-36, 132 lbs, dark brown hair, bi-sexual dominatrix, Don's lab assistant.

Alexis Bell: Age 18, 5'5", 35B-22-33, 115 lbs, Blonde hair, high school student, Betty's step-daughter.

Diane Dunn: Age 30, 5'6", 40D-28-38, 135 lbs, Lt Brown hair, Alex' high school gym teacher, lesbian, Chris' Sister.

Jean Harwood: Age 37, 5'3", 33B-19-28, 107 lbs, Black hair, housewife, Betty's next door neighbor/best friend.

Lee Cameron: Age 39, 5'5", 37D-25-36, 123 lbs, light Brown, an Attorney and friend of Edith and Chris.

Nadia Tekenova: Age 40, 5'6", 34B-25-35, 133 lbs, Blonde hair, a pro tennis player, Friend of Edith Wharton.

Edith Wharton: Age 52, 5'6", 36C-28-38, 140 lbs, Gray hair, a businesswoman, Head of a lesbian club.

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PREFACE

Don Bell worked at a large pharmaceutical firm in New Jersey. Two years ago he had an affair with his assistant, Chris Dunn. It lasted more than six months. In addition to the usual, the affair also included bondage and severe discipline, which was a specialty of Chris'. When Don tried to break it off, however, she went crazy and threatened to tell his wife Betty as well as complain to the firm about him. To make matters even worse, Chris had video taped some of their session and even had secretly photographed them making love. For a year and a half more, she had Don meet her in the afternoons at various hotels for sex. She also coerced him to come to her house several evenings a week for kinkier stuff. Don was having more and more difficulty hiding the affair from his wife and teenage daughter.

Betty had known something was wrong with her relationship for quite a while when her next door neighbor, Jean Harwood, told her she'd seen Don and "a strange brunette" checking into the Brentwood Hotel at noon the day before. She checked up on her friend's husband, calling his office that afternoon. His secretary had told her he was in a meeting. When she thought more about it, Betty realized how closely Don's assistant, Chris Dunn, had clung to him at the last Christmas party and Chris was also a brunette.

When he got home that night, Betty confronted Don with what she suspected. To her surprise, he broke down crying and confessed all. He told Betty how he was being blackmailed and begged her to forgive him and take him back. Although furious at first, she realized she still loved Don and didn't want to lose him, especially to some blackmailing bitch. She told Don not to do or say anything that would make Chris suspicious, but not to meet her again. In fact, she told him she'd keep his next tryst with the brunette homewrecker herself. Betty wouldn't have to wait long.

CHAPTER ONE

Shortly before lunch on Thursday Chris strode confidently into Don's office. "Hi loverboy," she said, "I feel like a workout tonight. My place right after work?" He shook his head and grinned slyly, "I've got a meeting with Phil and Ed about the Winslow contract at six, how does eight o'clock sound?" She winked, "Eight o'clock it is. I'll be ready, but I don't like to be kept waiting. Your bitch wife might not like what she'll find out." Don merely shook his head. As soon as Chris left, he called Betty and told her about Chris' visit. She told Don not to come home that night, but to check into a motel instead. He protested, but she explained that she didn't want Don to "get in the way".

That evening, Betty dressed carefully for her "date" with Chris. She put on a peach-colored bra and panty set, garter belt, nylons, wrap-a-round skirt and silk blouse. She wanted to make the homewrecker see that she was Don's woman and he gave her the best. At 8:00 she sat in her car outside Chris' house, nervously drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. To make the moment more delicious, she kept Chris waiting until 8:10 before she rang the bell. At 8:10 precisely, she rang the doorbell to Chris' white frame house in the suburbs. Chris opened the door with a scowl on her face. "You're late, you..." she began. She stopped in mid-sentence as she recognized Don's wife. Betty was also surprised for Chris had on a leather, strapless microdress. The bottom of the dress barely covered her pussy and her large breasts spilled out of the top. The sides were latticed thongs that held together front and back panels.

Gathering her wits, Betty spoke first, "It's time we had a talk Bitch". She forced her way past the brunette into the living room. Chris closed the door behind her and paused briefly before she followed her "guest" int a spacious living room. She had a thin smile on her lips as she watched Betty's firm as move in the short dress. "Would you like a drink?" she offered silkily. "I didn't come here to drink" Betty said as she turned around and faced her competitor. Both women were the same height and Chris had a slight seven pound weight advantage. Chris was also one of the regulars who worked out religiously at her health club, using a Nautilus to build her strength. Betty, on the other hand, hardly exercised at all except for jogging a few times a week with Jean Harwood.

The women stood toe-to-toe and stared into one another's eyes. Chris spoke first, "Did Don finally told you about us?" she asked, "I can't believe you were smart enough to figure it out all by yourself, not after all this time." Betty blushed at the woman's comment, for it was true she hadn't discovered her husbands infidelity for more than two years. Chris continued, "If you came here to settle things, I'm ready, but it'd be a shame to ruin those lovely clothes. They must have cost Don a pretty penny." As Chris spoke, she put her hands on Betty's arms and moved them slowly upwards, finishing with her hands resting on Betty's shoulders. She stepped closer, and their breasts touched. Both women saw how much bigger Chris' breasts were. Their eyes locked as Chris slid her fingers along Betty's shoulders to the top button of the silk blouse. Betty kept her eyes on Chris face and made no attempt to stop her as Chris slowly unbuttoned the blouse.

When she'd opened it halfway, Chris opened the blouse and studied her rival's breasts. Despite her age, Betty's breasts were still firm and full. Chris grinned as she thought about sinking her teeth into the redhead's beautiful breasts. Chris pulled the blouse down over Betty's shoulders to the elbows. At this point, Betty suddenly recovered from her stupor and pulled back, stepping away from the brunette.

Chris followed her and when Betty tried to raise her hands in protest, she found her blouse had trapped her arms at her side. As she tried to pull her blouse back up, Chris' hand exploded against her cheek. Betty stumbled backwards, fell over a stool and landed on her ass. She tried to get to her feet, but Chris planted her foot on her ass and sent her sprawling on her stomach.

Before Betty could roll over Chris leaped on her back and begin pulling on her skirt. The brunette quickly tore the skirt off the redhead and threw it aside. When Betty managed to face her, Chris grabbed a handful of red hair and yanked the woman onto her feet. With her arms tangled in her blouse, Betty was unable to defend herself as Chris slapped her repeatedly, rocking her head from side to side. She was losing the fight before she'd even struck a blow. Betty stepped close to Chris as she tried unsuccessfully to grab the woman's big breasts. Her blouse hindered her movements and she was barely able to hook her fingers in the neck of the leather dress.

When Chris pushed her away, Betty held firm and the dress pulled down around Chris' waist. That's when Betty saw for the first time two of the most perfectly formed breasts she'd ever seen. Chris responded by grabbing Betty's own breasts in two hands and squeezing them, hard. Chris smiled as she heard squeals of pain from the redheaded wife of her lover. By this time, Betty had finally freed her arms and began to fight back. She grabbed Chris' breasts and the two women went toe-to-toe, leaning forward and squeezing each other's breasts as hard as they could. It was Betty that weakened first as Chris' breasts slipped out of her weakening grip. Realizing that she'd gained the upper hand, Chris shifted her grasp on Betty's tits and forced the redhead to her knees.

When Betty's knees hit the floor, she let go of Chris' breasts and grabbed her wrists as she tried to pry the powerful hands off her breasts. That's when Chris kicked the redhead in the stomach as hard as she could. Betty doubled up and collapsed face down on the floor. Chris had to release her grip on Betty's breasts but took advantage of their position and pulled Betty's blouse over her head. With Betty's arms trapped in the tangle of her blouse, Chris stepped behind the helpless redhead and unsnapped her bra. As the peach bra fell away from her breasts, Betty felt Chris' arms reach around from behind and strong fingers clamped down on her nipples. Chris pulled on Betty's breasts and forced her to scramble to her knees or risk losing both of her nipples.

Betty was kneeling with Chris behind her when Chris let go of her breasts and slid her hands quickly upwards along Betty's arms. This lifted Betty's arms over her head while also pulling her bra and blouse up and off over her head. Chris dropped the garments and used two handfuls of red hair to lift Betty to her feet. Betty she was being humiliated and she had barely gotten in a punch. She took a deep breath, summoned all her courage and swung her fist at the brunette in front of her. The blow landed high on Chris' forehead and snapped her head to the side.

Before Betty could follow it up, however, Chris punched the redhead's stomach, doubling her over. She took a handful of red hair in her left hand and lifted Betty's head, twisting it to the side at the same time. As Betty knelt clutching at her injured stomach, Chris drove her fist to the side of Betty's jaw. She fell as if she'd been shot and lay without moving.

Smiling at the easy triumph, Chris used her foot to roll her onto her back. She bent and stripped off Betty's peach panties, garter belt and pulled her nylons down her slender legs, leaving her completely nude. Using her hands under the unconscious womans arms, she held the redhead's breasts and dragged her limp body to her bedroom. If Betty had been conscious she would have shuddered at what she'd have seen. The bedroom had been converted into a torture chamber. The large bed had leather shackles at the corners to restrain unwilling participants. One wall held an X-shaped cross, again with restraints at the ends. In front of the opposite wall was what appeared to be a gymnastic "horse". Upon closer viewing, one would see it was modified to allow the dominatrix to tie her subjects on their belly with their hands and feet bound to the base to render them immobile.

There was a rack on the wall with different types of whips, clips, switches and other torture devices that Betty would become familiar with during the night. Chris dragged her "subject" to the bed and rolled her onto it on her back. Using the restraints, she spread-eagled Betty, her long legs spread apart and secured by the straps attached to bedposts of the queen-sized bed. Chris set up a video camera on a tripod in the corner and, closing the door behind her, went to the living room to make a phone call.

"Hello darling," she said when Don answered. "It went just as I planned. She walked right into my trap." In response to his question she shook her head, "No. No trouble at all. She hardly mussed my hair. I've got her trussed up like the pig she is. You stay at the motel, I'll call you again when I'm finished." She hung up and went back to her soundproofed bedroom. She was smiling.

CHAPTER TWO

Betty was stirring as Chris returned and shut the door behind her. She switched on the video camera, aimed it at the bed and then sat down beside Betty. She stroked Betty's stomach using slow, ever-widening circles. As Betty came around, she struggled against her bonds. Her body squirmed and flopped around from the efforts of her struggles. When she became fully awake she screamed at Chris, "Let me go, you bitch! I swear when I get loose I'll kill you for this." Chris continued her sensual massage, moving her hand inside the woman's thighs and higher, closer to the red fringed pussy. "If you don't let me go this second, I'll scream the roof off," Betty threatened.

Chris bent and closed her mouth on Betty's left nipple which was pointing at the ceiling. She sucked the firm flesh into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. As soon as she did, the nipple popped to attention, betraying an arousal that Betty didn't yet realize she had. At the same time, Chris's fingers flicked the sensitive area at the top of the redhaired pussy. She worked her fingers slowly up and into Betty's cunt. She lifted her head and a long strand of saliva dribbled onto Betty's breast and trickled in a rivulet between the heaving mounds of her breasts.

"Scream all you want to, Dear," she said, "the room's been soundproofed. No one but me will hear a sound and believe me, the more you scream the better I like it." Just then, Chris stuck her index finger in Betty's pussy and touched her clitoris. In spite of herself, Betty's breathing was becoming labored and sweat beads were popping on her upper lip and between her breasts where it mixed with Chris' saliva. Chris tilted her head and looked at Betty's face. "Would you like to see me naked? I'll take off this silly dress, if you'd like to see my body."

Betty, in no position to stop her, nodded. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you want," Chris said. As she talked, the brunette continued to tease Betty's clitoris, bring her closer and closer to a climax. Then she stopped. "Yes, Yes, please take off your damn dress," Betty shouted. When Betty spoke, Chris resumed masturbating the redhead. Chris had done this before and knew how to get a woman say just what she wanted her to. The secrets were pain and pleasure. One or the other would work anyone. Some women needed, or wanted, both.

Chris continued ministering to Betty with her left hand, while reaching behind her with her right to unhook her dress. Betty's hips pumped upward against the hand on her crotch. Chris inserted a second finger in the slit and worked the clitoris more vigorously. Betty cried out and climaxed in a warm gush on Chris' hand as her body went rigid. With a smile, Chris slowly pulled out her fingers, licked them, stood up and dropped her dress. By the time Betty opened her eyes, Chris was standing before her naked.

Betty hated admitting it, even to herself, but her husband's lover was a magnificent animal. Chris' hair, which had been up when she arrived, now fell softly to her shoulders. Her breasts, which Betty had bared in their brief scuffle, were full and hard without a hint of sag. They weren't just full, they were huge - at least 38D, with large, dark areolas surrounding nipples that stuck out like tiny fingers when she was excited. Her breasts were made even more impressive by her slender waist and full, sensuous hips. Her legs were long and her thighs full. Betty gasped when she saw the pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a heart with a tattoo above it with the initials, D.B. - Don Bell, her husband!

"I don't want us to be enemies, Betty," Chris cooed, "I want to be your friend, your very close friend." As she spoke, Chris climbed onto the bed and knelt between Betty's legs, resting her hands on the insides of her thighs. "Please, don't," Betty gasped, "I ... I don't want to ..." Her words caught in her throat as Chris bowed her head and ran her tongue the length of Betty's slit. As she lick, Betty's hips begin to rotate as she lifted her pelvis to meet brunette's tongue. Chris rested her cheek on Betty's groin and ran her hands over her woman's stomach until they reached her breasts. Chris used her tongue to excite the redheads clitoris, while her hands tweaked and fondled Betty's heaving breasts.

Chris knew how to make love to a woman but she was always amazed by the number of women who could be easily brought to a climax when she had them tied up. It was especially true of those who claimed to have had no previous experience at lesbianism. It didn't take Chris very long to get Betty off again. Her second climax was much stronger and more prolonged than the first. "With a little work," Chris thought," I might turn this hot bitch into a real cunt-lapper".

Chris raised her head and looked at Betty. The woman's head was thrown back and her mouth was gaping wide. Betty's breath came in short, rapid gasps. From Chris' position, Betty's face was framed by her heaving breasts as they rose and fell rapidly. Chris thought that Betty was beautiful and she knew her affair with Don Bell had been a lucky break for her. She'd been fortunate to catch him during a period of self-doubt when he was vulnerable. After two dates, she discovered he was into bondage, but his straight-laced wife wasn't. It gave Chris an opportunity to indulge her own kinky interests while, at the same time, allowing her to blackmail Don into promoting her rapidly in the company. They'd indulged in their sessions in secrecy for nearly two years before they'd been seen by Betty's friend, Jean Harwood.

At first, Don had been petrified that Betty would find out about their affair and Chris played on his fear while she blackmailed him for promotions. Recently, however, they'd become lovers in addition to dominatrix and disciplined. When Don told her that Betty had discovered his affair, Chris offered to turn her on to discipline as well. If she succeeded, she and Don might continue their bondage in addition to their work relationship uninterrupted. After meeting Betty at the office Christmas party, she wanted to get her involved in her bondage game as well. Chris had always liked pussy every once in a while and she really got off on making some other woman go down on her.

Chris began kissing Betty's pussy and slowly worked her way up the woman's squirming body until she was laying full length on top of her. Without a word, she kissed Betty, forcing her tongue between the redheads lips. At first she resisted, but Chris pinched her nipples and Betty's mouth open to admit her tongue. Betty recoiled at the taste her own salty pussy on Chris' tongue. As Chris continued to work her tongue and massage her breasts, however, Betty's body responded. That was when the brunette stopped kissing and straddled Betty's waist with both hands on the redhead's breasts.

As she rolled Betty's breasts in her hands, Chris spoke softly, "I've got you off twice now. How'd you like having a woman make love to you?" Betty shook her head from side to side, but couldn't speak. "Don't lie," Chris said, "I'll know when you don't like it and you loved it, didn't you? Tell me how much you enjoyed it." Betty hesitated, but after the brunette increased the pressure on her nipples, she answered honestly, "I liked it. God help me, I loved it."

Chris sat back with her hands on her hips and thrust out her magnificant breasts. "Now it's time for you to repay the favor," she said archly. With that, she scooted along Betty's belly until her cunt was below her breasts. "No, never. I'll never do that!" "Look, you dumb cunt," Chris said, "You're tied hand and foot. You can't raise a finger to defend yourself. If you don't tell me you want to lick my cunt and do it now," she pointed toward the rack of torture devices on the wall, "I'll make you say it. Either way, you're going to do what I want eventually. The difference is that if you say it now, you won't hurt so much in the morning." Chris resumed moving higher on Betty's chest, her pussy reached the redhead's chin. "Would you like to lick my cunny?" she asked playfully. "Yes." Betty sighed and stuck out her tongue with a resigned air.

"That's not good enough," Chris said. "Repeat after me `Please Mistress, I want to lick your clitty. I loved it so when you did it to me, please let me repay you.'" Tears welled in Betty's eyes as it dawned on her what a terrible situation she was in. With one alternative to torture, which she knew she couldn't endure for long, she said the words Betty wanted. As she finished speaking, Chris' hips moved the final inches and put her cunt squarely on Betty's mouth. Betty decided that since she was being forced to pleasure this loathsome woman, she'd do the best possible job of it. Perhaps, she hoped, after enduring the humiliation, she'd release her and let her go home.

This was the part the Chris enjoyed the most. Having a woman completely at her mercy and being able to force her do anything she wanted. Betty presented no challenge, really. She'd been easily defeated and she really hadn't had to force her to do anything so far. In a way, Chris was a disappointment. After two years of sneaking around so the bitch wouldn't find out about her affair, she'd turned out to be no threat at all.

"As soon as she's finished with my pussy, Chris thought, I'm gonna have some fun with her. Having no idea what Chris had in store for her, Betty eagerly licked away. If she'd known, she wouldn't have worked so diligently on her cunt. But Betty kept licking and slurping away. Whenever her tongue touched Chris' clit, the woman's twitches told her she'd found the secret to giving great tongue. Using her tongue on the stiff little finger of flesh, Betty flicked and sucked on it until Chris climaxed. As she orgasm'd her juices ran into Betty's mouth and down her chin. Chris leaned forward with a great satisfied sigh and then kissed Betty long and deep.

Chris got down from bed, went to a cabinet and returned with something. Betty craned her neck and saw it was a dildo, something she'd become very familiar with since Don began his affair with Chris more than two years ago. This one was unusual, however. Chris knelt between her legs and rubbed the dildo over the swollen edges of her cunt. The friction aroused her all over again. Chris slowly inserted the dildo and then she stood up. It was then that Betty saw a small box in Chris' hand with wires that ran from it to the dildo between her legs. "Good, you've noticed my toy," Chris said holding it up, "You're in for a real treat. This is a battery powered dildo. When I turn the dial," she turned a red dial a short distance, "you can feel current." Indeed, Betty felt a tingling in her pussy. It was wonderful!

"If I turn it further," she said as she did, "you may feel a little uncomfortable." There was a mild stab of pain in her loins as her legs suddenly began to go numb. "Now, if I turn it still farther, . . ." "No, don't! Please," Betty yelped. "I got the idea." "You're a bright girl." Chris said condescendingly, "Now, here's what we'll do next. I'll untie your hands and feet. As long as you do what I say, you'll be alright. But, if you make any sudden move, or try to escape, I'll spin it all the way." Chris fought not to laugh at the frightened look on Betty's face.

Chris removed the leather straps from her feet and hands, warning her not to move until she told her. Betty was finally able to move and she sat up. When Chris permitted it, she swung her legs over the wires and stood up rubbing her wrists. Chris stood behind Betty with the wires dangling from her cunt and running between her legs to Chris' box. She ordered Betty to walk over to the horse and bend over it. She hesitated and Chris hit her with a short jolt of electricity. Betty moved quickly to the horse and stopped facing it. Chris held the box in one hand and with the other cuffed each of Betty's ankles to the base of the horse. Betty realized that meant that she was now immobilized once more. Chris put her hand on Betty's back and bent her across the horse.

As Betty lay draped on the cold leather, she felt Chris against her back as she ran her hands down the redheads back and up between her legs. With a soft sucking sensation, Chris removed the dildo using two fingers. With her hand pressed on Betty's back to keep her from rising, Chris walked around in front of her. She put her hands on either side of Betty's head and, holding her firmly by her hair, knelt down. She pulled one of Betty's hands down and, with her other hand, quickly cuffed it to the base on the opposite side from her ankles.

With both feet and one hand restrained, Betty could no longer resist as Chris ordered her to put her free hand in the other cuff. Once Betty was securely restrained, Chris pulled down a handle at the end of the horse. Chris cranked until Betty's legs were spread so wide she was afraid she'd split down the middle. Another handle changed the inclination, raising her buttocks higher than her head. It was now obvious that Chris intended to do some horrible thing to her backside and she wondered what it would be.

"Please, Chris, ..." Betty began. But her "hostess" quickly silenced her with a sharp spank to her exposed backside. "You'll call me Mistress from now on. Do you understand and agree?" "Yes." Betty replied. Chris smacked her on the ass with her palm. The sound echoing off the walls of the soundproof room. The force of the blow brought tears to Betty's eyes. "Yes, what?" Chris asked. "Yes, Mistress," Betty tearfully replied. "Let's get something straight," Chris continued, "You must always address me as Mistress whenever you see me. OK?" Betty nodded quickly, willing to agree to anything to obtain her release as soon as possible.

"By that," Chris said pausing dramatically at this point, "I mean anytime you speak to me, whether in here, out in public, at your home, in the office, anywhere. You must address me as Mistress. Do you agree?" "That's preposterous," Betty blurted out, "I'll call you Mistress now that you've got me tied up, but I'll be damned if I'll ever call you that any other time or place. Certainly not in my own home!" By the time she finished, Betty's face was flushed and red. Whether from her position or her embarrassment, it was hard to say.

Chris shrugged and walked over to a rack of instruments and selected a long willow switch. She posed in front of Betty and lifted her head up by the hair until her eyes were at the level of Chris' thighs. The brunette waved the switch below her nose. "Now I'm going to begin your education. When I'm through, you're going to beg me to let you call me Mistress. You'll beg to be allowed to lick my cunt, you'll even beg to be my slave. In addition, you'll beg me to make love to your precious husband for you." Betty shouted in defiance, "I'll never do any of those things, you bitch. You can beat me all you want, but I'll never beg you." Chris merely smiled and moved behind her victim, raised her right arm and slashed Betty's right ass cheek with the switch. Betty's body jerked so hard, it almost lifted the horse off of the floor. Slowly and deliberately, Chris lashed Betty's bare ass, first one cheek, then the other. After the third lash, Betty had already began to cry, and after the fifth she was wailing at the top of her lungs.

After every fourth lash, Chris lifted Betty's head, squatted until her face was close to Betty's and asked, "Am I your Mistress, yet?" By the third time, Betty gasped through her sobs, "Yes! My Mistress, you're my Mistress. I'll do anything you want just don't hit me anymore." "Good," Chris laughed, "now what did I tell you to say?" Through her sobs, Betty began, "Please let me call you Mistress." "And what else?" Betty prompted. "Please let me lick your cunt," Betty added. "And let me be your slave." Then she stopped. "Go on," Chris said, prodding her between the legs with the end of the switch, "What else do you want to beg me to do?" Betty shook her head, "I can't," she cried, "I can't."

Chris moved behind her victim. This time, however, her strokes weren't on Betty's ass, but upwards, between her legs. The first blow landed at the lips of her cunt and brought incomprehensible screams from the redhead. The second struck squarely in the gash of her exposed cunt. The pain was so excruciating, Betty fainted.

When she came to, Chris had already slapped salve on her ass, untied her and moved her to the X-shaped device. Betty hung by her her wrists with her legs apart. Her pelvis was forced out at a grotesque angle by a pad behind her as. "I'm offering you a chanceo to beg once more," Chris said. "You fell asleep last time before you could beg me to make love to Don." "I won't!" Betty hissed. Chris raised her arm to slash Betty with the willow switch, but before the blow fell, Betty blurted, "I won't, ... Mistress, Mistress, Mistress. There I said it, Mistress. Don't hit me again, please, Mistress." Chris grinned and rested her hand on Betty's breast, caressing it lovingly. "There. You see, it wasn't so hard."

"Why don't you complete your duty? Beg me to make love to Don and I'll release you. Let you go home." Betty was incredulous. It couldn't be this easy. She didn't believe her and refused. Chris seemed relieved. "Good. I'm glad. I'd have hated to miss a chance to continue your training." She went to a cabinet, took out a handful of plastic clothes pins and came back to Betty. With an evil grin, she snapped clothespins on her nipples. Each one caused her to gasp in pain. Chris next knelt between Betty's legs and caressed her pussy. The redhead became aroused in spite of herself.

When Betty's clitoris was erect, Chris put her mouth over her cunt and sucked and tongued her clit. Not until it was fully engorged did Chris clamp a clothes pin on the sensitive organ. The pain was excruciating! Tears filled Betty's eyes as she babbled incoherently. "I can do this all night," Chris cackled, "weeks if necessary. No one will ever look for you. I'll have Don tell them you're visiting relatives. You're all mine for as long as I want." The thought of enduring Chris' unrelenting torture completely broke Betty's will to resist. She collapsed, sobbed uncontrollably. "Please, Mistress," she begged, "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say, anything." "OK," Chris challenged her, "Beg me to make love to Don. Oh, you might as well include you and your step-daughter, too." Completely defeated, Betty didn't even think of resisting. "Please Mistress, please make love to me, Don and Alexis." "Repeat after me," Chris teased, "Mistress, I want you to make love to me, Don and Alexis. Also, I agree to call you Mistress whenever, and wherever, I see you. I beg you to punish me whenever you think I deserve it." Betty, demoralized and defeated, repeated word for word everything Chris wanted.

Chris put down her torture tools and unfastened Betty's bonds. The woman was exhausted and Chris caught her as she slumped into her arms as she fell off the torture rack. Chris supported Betty as she helped her to the bed. She laid her down and sat with her, cradling the redhead in her arms. Chris swayed back and forth and talked in a low voice to her prisoner. "There, there," she said, "it's not that bad. You'll enjoy our relationship."

After a while, Betty recovered sufficiently to sit up. Chris decided to put her to a test. "Kneel slave," she ordered. "Yes Mistress," Betty murmured as she obediently dropped to her knees. Chris stood and thrust out her pelvis, "Lick my cunt, slave." "Yes Mistress," Betty sighed as she lowered her head and did what she'd been told. Chris grabbed the redhead by her hair, dragged her to her feet and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Betty didn't resist. "Bring me my whip," Chris snapped. Betty quickly brought a leather whip and handed it to her without a word.

"Bend over, slave," ordered Chris. Betty, unhesitatingly bent and presented her backside to the brunette. Chris lashed her twice and when Betty didn't try to move out of the way Chris told her to stand. "It looks like you've learned the folly of resisting me. From now on," she continued, "you'll be my slave. When it pleases me, I'll punish you and, also when it pleases me, I'll give you pleasure. Do you understand? Do you agree?" Betty nodded and responded, "Yes, Mistress," to each question. Chris took Betty's hand and led her to the living room.

She picked up Betty's clothes and gave them to her. "Put on your clothes and go home. When I want you, I'll call. When I do, you're to come running immediately. Understand?" Betty took the clothes, "Yes Mistress." Chris reached into the pile of clothing and took out Betty's peach panties, "I'll keep these for my trophy case," she said twirling them playfully on her finger. "Put the rest on and go." Betty dressed silently and when she was dressed, Chris took her elbow and guided her to the door. "I'll see you soon," she said as she shoved Betty into the darkness and slammed the door.

Betty stood on the doorstep holding her purse and wondered what to do. She knew that she couldn't tell the police and she certainly wasn't going to tell Don what had happened. Besides, that bitch would probably tell him all about it on Monday herself. After fumbling in the dark for her keys she drove home and took a hot shower, hoping it would wash away her shame and humiliation.

As Betty's car pulled away, Chris was already on the phone to Don at his motel. "It worked," she gloated, "and I got it all on tape. Come on over and we'll watch it together." She hung up and went to the bedroom. She re-wound the tape, put on a sexy negligee and waited for Don to let himself in with his key. They made love several times that night as they watched the tape, laughing at Betty's discomfort.

CHAPTER THREE

Don returned home the following morning and the first thing he did was ask Betty about her "meeting" with Chris. She admitted that they'd fought and she had been beaten. She couldn't bring herself to admit what happened afterwards and he didn't pursue it. The rest of the weekend passed normally.

Betty was surprised on Monday evening when Don came home from work and, in response to her nervous question, told her that Chris had told him the same story, that they'd fought and she'd won. Apparently, Betty thought, Chris intended to keep the news of her humiliation from Don until it suited her purposes. She wondered what the brunette bitch had up her sleeve and she didn't have to wait long to find out.

On Wednesday afternoon, she got the call she'd been dreading from Chris. She told her to meet her in the mall at 2:30 that day and to wear a mini-skirt with no panties. Betty wanted to tell her to go to hell, that she'd decided not to fulfill her agreement. But on second thought, since the Mall was a public place, she decided to follow through and see what Chris was up to. Chris told her she had a surprise for her and since she thought Chris hadn't told Don about their session yet, she mused, she went along to learn what the woman wanted with her.

At 2:30 Betty waited in front of the store Chris had named. She walked up with another woman who Betty didn't recognize. The stranger was younger than Chris and stockier. Her short, light brown hair framed a hard face. Like Betty, she was also wearing a short skirt and she had a sleeveless T-shirt. The woman's biceps and thighs were hard and strong. As she walked, the muscles in her legs rippled and Betty thought she walked more like a man than a woman. "This is Diane," Chris said as an introduction. Betty extended her hand and the woman took it. With a tight smile she squeezed Betty's fingers until she winced in pain at the strength of her grip.

Chris reached between them and took Betty's arm after Diane released her hand. Chris took Betty into the store and Diane fell in on the opposite side to the women had Betty sandwiched between them. They used the escalator to the women's department, which was almost deserted at this time of day. There was a young, blonde salesgirl at the counter who, Betty guessed, couldn't have been more than 19. A ponytail only accentuated her youthful appearance. She turned white at the sight of the three women and when they neared, Diane gestured for the woman to come out from behind the counter, which she did reluctantly.

Diane spoke to the girl, "This is Betty." Betty nodded curtly. "Hi," the blonde said. Diane took the blonde's arm and pulled her in the back of the department where there was a dressing room area. "Go with them," Chris said as she turned away to look at dresses. "Yes Mistress," Betty murmured as quietly as she could before she quickly scurried after the two women. At the dressing rooms, Diane threw the blonde into one dressing room and snapped, "Take off your clothes, all of them." Betty was shocked when the young girl replied, "Yes Mistress." The blonde stepped into a stall and Betty, peeking through an opening in the curtain watched her undress.

The girl had a good figure, Betty liked how proudly her pert breasts rode on her chest. She was about the same age as Alexis, her step-daughter, she realized as she felt a pang of sorrow for the girl. When she'd finished stripping, she announced, "I'm ready Mistress." Diane looked to Betty and told her to get in front of the 3-way mirror. She did and Diane stood behind her and reached around, pulled the hem of her dress up and tucked it in her waist. With no panties, Betty's pussy was exposed to anyone who came into the store.

The blonde came out of the dressing room and stood before Betty. At Diane's signal, the girl went to her knees and slid her hands between Betty's legs. The girl made it clear she wanted Betty to open her legs and when she did, she ducked her head and began to lap her cunt. Betty had to put her hands on the girl's head to steady herself to keep from collapsing as her knees suddenly went weak. The young woman had done this before and it wasn't long before she had Betty with her back against the glass to keep from falling. She climaxed and the strange girl sucked her pussy juices up and sat back on her heels with a satisfied smirk as she licked her lips hungrily. Betty leaned on the glass as her breath came in deep heaves as she sighed in complete satisfaction.

Diane raised her skirt to reveal that she too had no panties. Betty looked around and when she realized that some customers had entered the department, she became concerned. Diane waved the girl back into the dressing room and looked at Betty, "Now you do me." Betty was afraid she'd be seen by someone who knew her. "No," she said, "not here, please." "Now," the cruel woman said. To emphasize her point, she grabbed Betty's shoulders, digging in with her thumbs, and forced the housewife to her knees. Betty knew she couldn't resist the powerful woman, especially with Chris lurking nearby. She began to lick the muscular woman's clit. Excited by having watched Betty and the blonde, she soon climaxed. Betty had the woman's pussy juice all over her chin and cheeks, but when she tried to wipe it off with the back of her hand, the woman held her wrist to stop her. "Leave it. If you behave, I'll lick it off later."

The salesgirl returned from dressing and Diane nodded when she asked if she could return to work. Diane dropped her skirt and told Betty to "Straighten your clothes, you look like a whore." Betty looked down and realized that her blouse was open nearly to her navel while her skirt was still tucked in her waistband. She buttoned her blouse and lowered her skirt, brushing it with her hands to smooth out the wrinkles. Diane took a firm hold on her arm and they walked out, arm in arm, like old friends. Betty blushed as she saw two middle aged women whispering to each other and looking in their direction. When they returned to the mall, Chris was waiting for them. "How did it go?" she asked Diane. "Just like you said, she's a natural," Diane answered as she patted Betty's ass. She glanced around furtively, hoping no one had seen the gesture. No one appeared to be looking in their direction and she gave a sigh of relief.

"From now on," Chris told her, "you must also call Diane Mistress, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress" Betty answered glumly. The entire affair was getting way out of hand. It was enough that Chris, her own husband's lover, had made her a slave, now this stranger had been included. And what about the blonde, salesgirl? Would she be next? This was all too much. Betty decided that when she got home she'd call the police and report everything. It may make her a laughingstock in town, but it would certainly be better than living the rest of her life as Chris and Diane's slave.

"You can go," Chris said dismissively. "But before you go, I've got a present for you." Chris took a gift wrapped box from her bag. It was tied with a yellow ribbon. "Open it after you get home," she said, "it's something for you to enjoy while you're alone. Good-bye, I'll be in touch later." With that, the two women strode away leaving Betty alone in the middle of the mall. She went to her car and thought a long time, turning the package over in her hands, before she started the car and drove home. When she arrived, her step-daughter Alexis (they called her Alex) was upstairs doing her homework. "Dad called, he'll be working late again tonight" she yelled. "I'm going out with Bill in a while, we'll catch a bite later."

Betty undressed and disgustedly threw her clothes in the laundry. She took a hot shower, paying particular attention to her face and pussy. She fervently hoped that the young blonde didn't have any sexually transmitted disease. By the time she'd finished, Alex was gone. She went downstairs in her robe to get something to eat and remembered the gift Chris had given her. She went back to the bedroom to get it from her purse. She was surprised when she opened it to find an unlabeled video tape. Inside the box was a note from Chris. "Watch this when you're alone. When you finish, call me." Her phone number was below her signature.

With a sigh, she inserted the tape in the VCR in the bedroom. She expected to see a porno tape of lesbians or perhaps bondage. What she did see was much more shocking! She recognized herself and Chris, obviously taped during her visit to Chris a few days before. As she watched it she realized the tape had been cleverly edited. She no longer appeared to be a prisoner, but a willing participant in a sick game of bondage and torture. Her voice as she begged to be disciplined, had been dubbed onto other scenes where she was being spanked and whipped by Chris (whose face was never visible in the picture). In addition, in the scenes where she begged to lick "her mistress'" pussy, and then did it, her face was clearly visible. Anyone who knew her could easily identify her on the tape.

The whole thing had been a setup, she realized it now that it was too late to do anything about it. Chris had a video camera in her bedroom and Betty had fallen into her trap. What was worse, she didn't yet know about Don's participation in the plot. Sobbing in frustration, she called Chris. "You win," she sobbed, "What do you want me to do? I'll do it. Just, please, don't show Don the tape. I'll do anything, no resistance, only, please ..." at this point, she collapsed in uncontrolled sobbing.

Chris listened to Betty's sobbing, enjoying the pain she was causing this woman. When Betty had cried herself out Chris said, "How do you think your step-daughter would like to see Mommy's video? What about her friends? Or the charities you work for? Do you think your neighbors would like it? There are a lot more people than Don who'd enjoy seeing you lick cunt." Betty broke down and cried. She'd become a beaten, broken woman, done in by the bitch-whore who'd stolen her husband. Now, the Bitch threatened to steal both her step-daughter and her reputation as well.

Chris frigged herself as she listened to Betty's sobbing. This was the best part of the entire plot for her. As Betty's sobbing subsided, Chris spoke, "You have a lot of potential as a slave, Betty. I'd like to instruct you in the art of obedience. Tell me you want to be trained." Hopelessly beaten, Betty sobbed, "I would like to be trained Mistress." Chris grinned, "Good, your instruction will begin tomorrow night at seven o'clock. Come to my house. You remember where it is, don't you?" she laughed into the phone and slammed down the receiver. As she did, she rolled over in Don's arms. "The bitch'll be here tomorrow as planned. Give me a week, then we'll begin the next phase of her training." They made love before Don went home to his wife and daughter.

CHAPTER FOUR

The next day at her school, Alex had a run-in with another student, a girl she barely knew. She'd been walking down the hall and accidentally bumped the girl, knocking her books out of her arm. Apologizing, Alex bent to help her pick them up when the girl suddenly slapped her. Stunned and off balance, Alex fell backwards on her behind. She scrambled to her feet and was about to swing at the girl when one of the teachers came by and stopped it. "If you two have a problem," she snapped, "settle it after school. If you want, I'll ask Ms Dunn, the gym teacher, to stay late to referee." Before Alex could open her mouth, the other girl spoke. "She won't fight, she's chicken. Besides, those society bitches don't fight in fair, one-on-one, fights." A big group of students formed around them and several of the others nodded their agreement.

Alex knew if she refused to fight she'd be branded as a coward or a "rich bitch." She knew she wasn't a coward and she certainly wasn't rich. She hated those clannish "rich bitches" that hung out together. "I'll meet you." she said, "But only if Ms Dunn referees. This was an accident and I tried to apologize and help you pick up your books. If you want to make a big deal about it, it's ok with me." The teacher told them to avoid each other the rest of the day, to behave themselves and report to Ms Dunn after their last class.

Diane Dunn was the "stranger" who had been with Chris at the mall. She was also a gym teacher and walking advertisement for body building. Her biceps were hard and firm, her stomach was flat and rippled like a washboard, her thighs were thick and powerful from many years of weight training. As the girls gym teacher, she had many opportunities to observe the local high school girls and single out those that might respond to the "training" she and her sister, Chris, were eager to provide. The "accident" in the hall was set up by Diane, using her student and a teacher accomplice she'd recruited to her lifestyle years ago. Now she was planning to snare young Alexis in a trap. Once she had Alex, Betty could never escape from the sisters evil trap.

That afternoon Alex, accompanied by her friend Cathy, went to the gym. They were met at the door by Diane Dunn. "Sorry Cathy," she said, "you can't come in. I'm only going to let Alex and Dinah (the other girl) in. Everybody else can go home." "But Ms Dunn," Cathy whined, "I'm gonna drive Alex home after she whips that bitch." Diane had a ready answer, "It's OK, you run along home. I'll drive Alex home myself. OK?" Cathy looked at Alex who nodded. Cathy left her with Diane Dunn and went home.

When Alex entered the locker room, Diane locked the door behind them, "I wanna be sure we're not interrupted," she said. Alex entered and came face to face with the girl, Dinah. She was shocked to see that she was naked. Dinah stood up, facing Alex, her feet wide apart and her hands on her hips. Alex hadn't realized she was as strong as she now seemed. Although they were the same age and height, Dinah outweighed Alex by more than twenty pounds. Her arms and legs were more muscular than they'd looked in street clothes. Alex, on the other hand, wasn't at all athletic. She was in the choir and the future homemakers club. The most athletic thing she did was to watch aerobics on TV.

Alex felt Diane behind her, her breasts touching her back. As Diane took her purse and books as she explained the rules of the fight. "Since we don't want your clothes torn or bloody, you fight naked. There are a few rules. No biting and no hitting with a closed fist. If either girl is knocked out, she loses. If a girl is pinned for a ten count, she loses. Other than that, the match goes on until one of you pins or knocks out the other."

Alex asked a question which caused Dinah to giggle, "Ms Dunn, can either girl give up if she's beaten?" "No she can't" the teacher replied. "You wildcats wanted to fight, so I'm gonna to be sure both of you are convinced the best girl won. To do that, both of you must be convinced, beyond a doubt, that the winner won fair and square. If you've got Dinah beaten, then either pin her or knock her out. If you can't do that, she's not beaten yet. Now, get undressed and let's get started."

Alex hesitated. "Whats the matter, chicken?" Dinah taunted. Enraged by her taunt, Alex slapped the girl's face, snapping her head back. The dark-haired girl grabbed Alex, but Diane intervened. "Save it for the fight, Delvecchio," she said. As if to hurry Alex along, Diane now reached around her with both arms and begin to unbutton her blouse for her. Alex felt the teachers twin mounds on her back. As her fingers moved down Alex's blouse, Diane's arms brushed the girls breasts.

When Diane had completed her task, she opened the blouse and slipped it down Alex's arms and dropped it on the floor. Sliding her hands over her flat stomach, Diane opened the catch between the cups of her bra. Alex's breasts spilled free, her nipples already hard with excitement, a fact that neither Diane or Dinah missed. As Diane knelt behind Alex to unhook her skirt she licked her lips.

Diane removed Alex's skirt and quickly reached up to roll down her pantyhose, exposing her blond muff. Alex stepped out of the pile of her clothes, completely nude. With one arm around Alex's waist, Diane steered the girls to the wrestling team's training room, which she'd selected for the match. It had no windows and was covered with wall to wall mats. In addition, it was located next door to the girls locker room. Diane locked the door and put the key in her pocket. She was wearing a tee shirt and short shorts and was barefoot. The girls turned to face one another.

At a word from Diane, they began. Alex was tentative at first, but Dinah, a member of a girl gang, had fought many times. She tore into Alex and grabbed her hair, twisting her head from side to side. She threw her across the mat and charged after her. Before Alex gained her footing, Dinah was on her back, smashing her to the mat and knocking the wind out of her. Dinah's long fingernails raked the length of the blonde's back. Alex screamed in pain as Dinah grabbed Alex's right arm by the wrist and twisted it behind her. She held her wrist with her left hand, freeing her right to reach underneath Alex and rake her right breast with her nails. She did it twice before Alex rolled over on her back, freeing her arm from the hammerlock. With both of her hands in front of her, Alex grabbed Dinah's breasts and squeezed.

Dinah had been in this situation before, however. Seated on Alex's hips, she ignored the pain in her breasts and clawed Alex's own 35B's. Dinah held on and squeezed as hard as she could. When she felt Alex's grip begin to weaken, she scraped her fingernails over both breasts, leaving dark red scars as the skin was flayed away. Alex held her bleeding breasts in both hands, letting go of Dinah's tits as tears filled her eyes.

Taking the opportunity thus created, Dinah changed her point of her attack to Alex's stomach. Using her nails, she raked her hands down the flat expanse of the blonde's belly, leaving eight angry welts. Alex doubled over in pain, clutching her stomach. Dinah rolled off the blonde and rose to her feet. She stood over the sobbing blonde teenager and smirked, "Does it hurt, bitch? That's nothing compared to what's coming next." She kicked Alex in the butt, twice. Alex began to sob to Diane, "Please, Ms Dunn, I give up. Make her stop." "I'm sorry Alex," Diane said, "you know the rules. Not until you're pinned or knocked out." Alex, in a gesture of resignation, rolled onto her back and laid out her arms out on the mat. "OK Dinah, I give up, pin me." she said.

Dinah stepped between Alex's ankles and kicked the blondes legs apart with her feet. She knelt and put her hands on Alex's pussy, twisting her fingers in the kinky hair. Alex reached down to stop her and Dinah pulled out a handful of hair. Alex screamed in agony, bucked her hips and raised her hands in surrender.

"OK, OK. I give up, please don't hurt me," she screamed. Dinah's response was to yank out two more tufts of blonde pubic hair and throw them in Alex's face. In panic, Alex clutched her bleeding groin as Dinah used her nails to raked the inside of Alex' thighs. Alex was reduced to a lump of babbling, incoherent, flesh as her senses were overwhelmed with pain in the most sensitive parts of her body. She rolled on the mat, clutching her pussy with both hands and babbling incoherently. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth.

Dinah looked to Diane who pointed to the mat beneath the groveling, sniveling blonde. Dinah rolled Alex on her back and sat on her chest, pressing her shoulders to the mat with her knees. Dinah stroked Alex's temples with her hands and her sobbing subsided. "Now blondie," Dinah snarled, "when you lick my pussy, I'll pin you and end this. If not, I'll continue to torture you until you agree. Well, what is it, lick or bleed?" Alex looked up at Dinah through tearfilled eyes. She could see that the cruel girl wasn't bluffing. Alex stuck out her tongue and Dinah slid forward until her cunt was touching it. Alex licked her a few times before Ms Dunn dragged Dinah off her. "That's enough. The match is over," she said. "You win Delvecchio, now get dressed and go home." Diane unlocked the door and let the grinning girl out. After she left, Diane locked the door again and went to Alex, who lay sprawled on her back crying uncontrollably.

Diane sat down next to Alex and lifted her head and shoulders into her lap, cradling her as she rocking.Diane talked soothingly, telling Alex what a brave fight she'd put up and how proud she was of her. Diane wrapped her arms around the young blonde, making her feel safe and protected. Slowly but surely, the teacher wormed her way into the affections of the impressionable student. "Come on, Alex," Diane said, "let's get cleaned up and I'll take you home." "No, please," Alex protested, "if I go home like this, my step-mother will know I've been in a fight." "Don't worry, little one." said Diane smoothly, "I'll talk to her. I'll make everything alright."

Diane took Alex to the locker room and turned on a shower. She stripped off her shirt and shorts and joined the girl under the water. Diane soaped Alex's back and then turned her around. Diane slowly spread soap over the girls breasts. As she did, her nipples became erect in her hands. Moving slowly down, Diane rubbed the girls belly and then between her legs before she moved to the inside of her thighs. All the time her hands were busy, Diane was talking to Alex in a low, soothing tone. She complimented the girl on her perfectly formed breasts, her flat, hard stomach, etc. She was stroking her ego as she stroked her body.

Soon, Alex was writhing under the skilled touch of the teacher. Diane worked Alex into a sexual frenzy and not until she judged the girl was ready did she kneel and began to tongue her moist and eager pussy. The girl's legs opened willingly to her teacher and she licked the girl slowly, bringing her a strong, powerful climax. When she was finished, Diane supported Alex as they left the shower stall. She laid Alex on a bench in the locker room, reached into her gym bag and pulled out a bottle of ointment. Again using her hands to telling effect on the girl, Diane rubbed the ointment on the scratches on Alex' back, breasts, stomach and thighs. Using the opportunity thus presented, she soon had the teen aroused all over again.

This time Diane spread herself atop the young girl in the sixty-nine position, lowering her crotch on the girl's mouth. At first tentatively, then feverishly as Diane worked on her, Alex licked Diane. When they'd both climaxed, Alex for the second time, the teacher held Alex tightly in her arms with her hands on the girls' breasts from behind. As they rocked back and forth, Diane told Alex how much she loved her, filling her head with exaggerated praise about how well she had licked her cunt. Alexis' head swelled with the praise she was being fed.

They made love again, this time Diane let Alex be on top. Before they dressed, Diane applied another dose of ointment to Alex' wounds. Then they walked, hand-in-hand to Diane's car. As she drove, Alex snuggled next to her new love with Diane's arm draped over her shoulder and her hand cupping the girl's breast. Alex had already experienced sex with boys, but she'd never had an orgasm. Now, in her first lesbian affair, she'd had three in less than an hour. She believed that, finally, she'd met someone with whom she could fall truly, deeply in love. When Diane stopped in front of her house, Alex asked Dianer to come inside to meet her mother. "You can't keep me away," Diane said, for she had no intention of doing otherwise. She couldn't wait to see the expression on Betty's face when she suddenly appeared as her step-daughters "lover."

Just as Alex unlocked the door, Diane slipped her arm around the girl's waist while the other gently stroked the girls ass. She could feel Alex's body squirming as heat rose through the material of the tight skirt that covered her ass. As they stepped into the hallway, Diane saw a light come on at the top of the stairs. Using her arm around Alex's waist, the teacher spun the young student to face her and pressed her face to Alex' cheek as she whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At the same time, Diane watched the staircase behind Alex and when she saw Betty appear she covered Alex's mouth with hers in a deep kiss, their tongues fencing in the girls mouth. As they kissed, Diane grabbed Alex's ass in both hands and ground her pelvis against the youngster. It wasn't until she heard Betty's gasp and a startled, "Alex, what the...", that Diane released her grip.

"Mother," Alex said in confusion as she turned with flushed face and out of breath, "I've just met the most wonderful person. I never knew what fun love could be." Alex started to introduce Diane when Betty saw her face for the first time. The shock hit Betty like a fist in the solar plexis and she slumped to a sitting position on the steps, staring at Diane's grinning face. "You!" Betty gasped, recognizing the woman who'd been with Chris at the Mall. "Yes, it's me." Diane responded cheerily. "Alex," Diane chuckled as she faced the teenager, "your mother and I are old and intimate friends." Neither Betty nor Alex missed the emphasis that Diane had placed on the word "intimate."

"Alexis," Betty snapped, "go to your room immediately. You're not to see this woman again, ever. Do you hear me?" "But mother," Alex whined, "I love her. She ..." But Diane interrupted, "Stay here Alex dear." She put an arm around Alex's shoulder protectively and pulling her close as if shielding her from Betty's wrath. Diane took charge of the situation. "I'm Diane Dunn, Betty. I'm Chris' sister." Diane saw the shudder ran through Betty's body as she mentioned Chris' name. "Come here," Diane snarled angrily.

Betty rose slowly to her bare feet and descended the remaining steps, stopping when she reached Diane. "Do you remember how you're supposed to address me?" Diane taunted. "You take your hands off my step-daughter." Betty said as she leaned against the teacher. But before Betty could react and without releasing her hold on Alex, Diane's free hand crashed against Betty's cheek. The blow brought tears to the redhead's eyes. "You'll address me as Mistress, is that clear?" Diane said as she drew herself up to her full height. Betty was cowed. She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes Mistress." Then, with tears in her eyes, she pleaded, "Please leave Alex out of this Mistress. I don't want her hurt. Please?"

"I won't hurt her, Betty," Diane said, "I love her." She noticed that her use of the familiar tone caused Betty nearly as much discomfort as when she professed her love for Alex. "What's going on Diane?" Alex asked, confused at the power the woman held over her step-mother. "Nothing for you to be concerned about, little one." Diane said soothingly. "Betty needs a firm hand, that's all." As a demonstration, Diane spun Betty around by the elbow and delivered 5 quick spanks on her ass. Betty had been preparing to take a shower when she heard Diane's car pull up and had thrown on a short, silk robe before she came down. There was, therefore, no material to soften the sting. Betty's asscheeks and face both turned red from the blows.

Diane grabbed Alex's wrist and pulled her into the living room, calling over her shoulder to a stunned and speechless Betty, "Come on Betty. It's time we exposed your step-daughter to some of the finer things in life." Betty, her mind racing, followed meekly. She remembered what Chris had on the tape and knew the impact it would have on her community if it got into the wrong hands. When got to the living room, Diane grabbed Alex and kissed her. She broke the kiss and began to unbutton Alex's blouse. Embarassed at being undressed in front of her step-mother, Alex protested, but Diane slapped her hands aside. "Alex darling," she said, "your step-mother doesn't know the depth of our feelings, that's why she's shocked. I want to show her how we feel. Once she sees, she won't object to our love."

Diane unbuttoned the young girl's blouse and pulled it over her head. She unsnapped her bra and dropped it. "Your breasts!" Betty gasped, when she saw the scratches and bruises Alex got in the fight. She rushed to touch the welts on Alex' pale breasts. "Did that bitch do this?" She glared accusingly at Diane, who grinned smugly. "No mother," Alex said as she grabbed Betty who was preparing to swing at Diane, "another girl did. I got in a fight and Diane helped me." "You owe me an apology, Betty," sneered Diane, "and I want it right now." Betty realized Diane was trying to goad her into reacting so that she'd have an excuse to beat her up in her own home. Betty was willing to do almost anything to prevent that from happening. "I'm sorry Diane. I apologize," she said meekly. When Diane raised an eyebrow Betty remembered to add, "Mistress."

Diane finished undressing Alex, stripping her of her skirt and panties. Betty had always been proud of her, but never more than that evening when a nude Alex stood proudly and without shame in front of her beside Diane. Alex had a good body for a young girl. She was 5'5" tall weighed 115 pounds and had a firm, youthful figure of 35B-22-33 with shoulder-length blonde hair. Her firm breasts rode high on her chest and now her dark nipples were hard and erect, revealing her excitement at the day's unusual events. Between her legs was a thick tuft of honey-blonde hair. Betty was worried, however, by the numerous scratches on her body. A fight, Alex had said it was, but why and with whom?

Not content to strip Alex, Diane now took off her clothes as well. Betty already knew Diane was well built, but now that she could see her naked she had to be impressed. Diane was the same height as Alex, but that was the only similarity. Alex' body was youthfully curved while Diane's had the hard, well-defined edge of a weight lifter or body builder. Her chest was big with huge, 40D, breasts that sat on her well-muscled chest without sagging. Diane's hips were broad and her thighs thick and powerful. She had short light brown hair cut in the mannish style of an athlete or perhaps a lesbian. Her brown bush was trimmed short, like a golf green.

Diane once more embraced Alex and as Alex' eyes closed, Diane's hands roamed the young girl's body. When they moved between her legs, it brought a surprised gasp of delight from the girl. Diane broke the kiss and whispered something to Alex, who pulled away and shook her head vigoriously. Diane repeated herself in a low tone that made Alex pause thoughtfully. After hesitating, she nodded her agreement.

Diane turned to Betty and motioned for her to stand. Realizing she was the only one still dressed, Betty wasn't surprised by the command. She rose and faced Diane who then sat down. Instead of Diane, it was Alex who stepped forward and grabbed the sash on her step-mothers robe, untied it, slipped the robe over her shoulders and dropped it on the floor behind her.

Step-mother and step-daughter now faced each other naked. Betty's figure was a mature mirror of Alex's. Her 38C breasts had begun to sag slightly and her hips had a little extra flesh, but she was still a highly desirable woman. Diane spoke, breaking the silence, "Alex told me she hasn't seen you naked in years. From here it looks like you've still got a few good years left." Betty blushed at having her body critiqued by a woman whose only power over her was because her sister was Don's mistress. Suddenly, Betty was startled out of her thoughts by the touch of a hand on her breast.

It was Alex. She was squeezing her step-mother's nipples. The sensation made the nipples hard and the reaction embarassed Betty. Gently grabbing Alex' hands, Betty pushed them away and shook her head silently. "Don't stop her," Diane snapped, "I want her to explore every inch of your body. Go on Alex." Betty refused to let go of Alex wrists and Diane repeated herself. "I told you to let her go," she repeated as she slapped Betty's full ass with her open hand. Both Alex and Betty gave a start as the slap echoed through the room. Betty quickly lowered her hands as tears of frustration trickled down her cheeks. Seeing it, Diane raised the humiliation level another notch. "What were you supposed to say to me?" she asked the tearing Betty. "Yes Mistress," Betty gulped as she fought back her tears. Alex realized for the first time the power Diane had over her step-mother and she was quite impressed.

"Check her out slowly, Alex," Diane told her. The young girl found herself aroused by the prospect of touching her step-mother's body, something she'd only seen previously in brief glimpses. She ran her hands lightly over Diane's skin, squeezing and lifting her full breasts, parting the hair of her bush and running her finger along the moist slit she uncovered. She reached around Betty's hips and squeezed the twin mountains of flesh of Betty's ass. "All of her, Alex," Diane ordered. She looked puzzled so Diane held up two fingers and made a thrusting motion which Alex immediately understood. Using the first two fingers of her right hand, Alex inserted them into Betty's pussy and moved them around. She was comparing Betty's cunt to Diane's. At this point, the stress became too much for Betty. Her knees buckled and she fell against Alex who was kneeling in front of her. Betty grabbed Alex' shoulders for support.

Alex slowly completed her examination and then stood up using her left hand on Betty's waist to support her dizzy step-mother. "Has Betty ever spanked you?" Diane asked Alex. "When I was young," she replied. "But not lately, why?" "Well," Diane said cheerily, "It would be nice if you returned the favor. It's a wonderful thing for a girl your age to have a full grown woman at your mercy. Besides, you enjoy being spanked, don't you Betty? "No," she answered quickly. "I mean yes ... I mean ... Hell, I don't know." "You forgot something again, Bitch." Diane reminded her. "I'm sorry, Mistress." Betty gulped.

"Your step-daughter wants to spank you," Diane told her, "take the position." "No, please, not Alex. Anything but that ..." Betty begged, but it did her no good as Diane leaped to her feet, grabbed a handful of red hair and twisted it in her fist. With her other hand, she pinched one of Betty's nipples. "You ungrateful bitch!" Diane screamed. "You're going to do what we tell you, when we tell you. The only response we want from you is,`Yes Mistress' do you understand?" Betty was writhing with pain from her hair and her nipple. "Yes. Yes Mistress," she choaked through her tightly clenched teeth. Diane released her and Betty slumped to her knees as she held her throbbing breast.

"All right," Diane said grabbing teenaged Alex, "she's all yours. Pay her back for all the times she yelled, or disciplined you unfairly or for any other reason. Remember, you can do anything to her that you want. Chris and I'll protect you from retaliation." Then Diane stepped aside and pushed Alex toward Betty. At first, she'd been ambivalent about spanking her, but seeing how easily Diane had dominated her gave Alex courage. After the way she'd been easily beaten in her "fight" Alex wanted to impress her new friend with her ability to be tough. It'd been humiliating being beaten by the strange girl at school as Diane watched, now she was going to hurt Betty while Diane watched.

Alex grabbed a handfull of Betty's hair and pulled her to her feet. Betty grabbed her wrist with both hands, but Alex slapped at Betty's swaying breasts with her free hand and backhanded them a second time. "Keep your hands down," Alex snarled. Betty hesitated, but when Diane leaned forward threateningly, it eliminated any thought of resistance. Betty lowered her hands to her sides and allowed Alex to drag her around the living room by the hair. It was therapeutic for the teenager and she released years of frustration for early curfews, denied requests for trendy clothes, not being allowed to use the car when she wanted as well as other parental controls. Finally, when she thought Betty had been adequately prepared, she released her hair and sat down. "Come here," she said brusquely patting her thigh. With her head down, Betty crawled over to her step-daughter and looked up obediently.

"Over my lap," Alex said with a grin. Betty eased herself down on her step-daughter's lap, laying from right to left. Her large breasts hung over one arm of the chair and her long legs dangled off the other. No stranger to spanking, Diane advised Alex to hook her right leg over her mothers left. This kept Betty from wriggling off her lap, but kept Alex' left knee under Betty's groin.

In that way, if Betty moved during the spanking or if Alex bounced her up and down, Betty's pussy pound against the knee. As an additional way to control her, Alex put Betty's left arm under her own left arm, then reached itneath it and across Betty's back. When Diane twisted Betty's right arm behind her, Alex held the wrist with her left hand. Now, both of Betty's arms and her left leg were totally immobilized.

Diane ordered Alex to begin and left the room. Alex spanked Betty's right cheek until it was pink and then shifting her attack to the left until it too became bright pink. By then, Diane was back from the kitchen with some things to, "liven up the party" as she said. Kneeling between Betty's legs, one of which was dangling to the floor while Alex held the other firmly held against her body. Diane slipped a cold cucumber into Betty's exposed cunt. Diane wasn't surprised at how easily it went in, she'd seen many women spanked and most of them became sexually aroused by it. She put a spatula on the chair with Alex and sat down by Betty's head. Lifting her Betty's head Diane grinned at the sight of tears streaming down the redhead's rosy cheeks.

Reaching under her chest, Diane cupped Betty's breasts in her hands and kneaded them until the nipples hardened. Turning on her back, Diane supported herself on her elbows as she sucked the swollen nubs into her mouth. She sucked and tongued them a few times before she realized her own large orbs were directly below Betty's mouth. Diane asked her to reciprocate, but Betty refused with shake of her head. Diane sat up, picked up two metal clips she'd brought from the kitchen and clamped one on each nipple. Betty's torso jerked with the stab of pain in her chest. Giggling, Diane crawled to her pussy, grabbed the cucumber and masturbated Betty.

While Diane was busy beneath Betty, Alex continued to spank above. Betty's behind was bright red from the teenager's bare handed battering. "If your hand's getting tired," Diane said, "use the spatula. And don't forget the back of the legs, they're very sensitive." Alex used the spatula to renew beating on her step-mother's ass. Betty's hips were moving up and down with the motion of Diane's cucumber and it aggrevated the pressure of Alex's knee against her cunt.

When Alex moved her point of attack to Betty's thighs, she climaxed. Diane was satisfied and removed the cucumber, licked it clean and inserted her tongue in Betty's love canal and licked until it was clean. When she finished, Alex released Betty's arm and pushed her sobbing step-mother onto the floor. She landed on her back and yelped in pain as her battered ass hit the carpet. Diane was right on her, pulling the clips off her nipples, bringing another yelp from Betty as her tortured nipples were stretched far out from her breasts before the clips slipped off. Diane bent down and clamped her teeth on the nipple, using her tongue on the swollen, sensitive tips to lift Betty to an even higher level of arousal.

Diane straddled Betty's hips pinning her arms at her sides. Seeing an opportunity, Alex dropped between her step-mothers thighs and began licking her twat. With Diane working on her breasts and Alex on her cunt, Betty was soon writhing in lust. She closed her thighs around Alex's head as the girl gave her another climax. As much as she hated it, Betty realized her step-daughter was a great cunt lapper. Betty was limp with exhaustion when Diane got off of her. Looking up Betty saw a brown cunt looming above her. "I don't want to hear about any problems from Alex, OK Betty?" she asked. "Yes Mistress." Betty replied meekly. She felt Alex's breath on her pussy as she giggled at her reply. Betty hated Chris and Diane for what they'd done to her but even more she hated them for what they were doing to poor Alex.

Diane got dressed. "Don't bother to show me out Betty," she sneered, "just lay there while Alex enjoys you. You two are going to make quite a pair." When she finished dressing Diane and Alex shared a last, passionate kiss, then she left. When Betty heard her car in the driveway, she tried to rise. "Not yet," Alex said as she slapped her palm against Betty's breast, "I want seconds." She dipped her head and began on Betty's cunt once more. Resigned to her fate, Betty lay back and enjoyed it as much as she could under the circumstances. She climaxed after a few minutes with her legs wrapped around Alex' neck but as Alex hopped up and ran upstairs to shower she left Betty on the living room floor, crying uncontrollably at the terrible turn her life had taken in the last week.

END OF PART ONE