A STEPMOTHER'S DILEMMA Part Two (CH. 5-6)

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning, after Alex left for school, Betty was in the kitchen staring idly at her coffee, when the next door neighbor who'd first alerted her to Don's affair, Jean Harwood, walked in. Jean hadn't knocked for she and Betty never locked their doors and had free access to each other's houses. They were closer than most sisters in that respect. It only took a glance for Jean to know her friend was brooding about something. Despite her pleas, however, Betty couldn't bring herself to tell Jean what had happened between she and Alex.

Despite their closeness, that was one secret that was too humiliating to share, even with her best friend. When she asked about Don, however, Betty told her about Chris. One thing led to another and before Betty realized it, she was bawling like a baby. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She blurted out everything except the most humiliating part, about she and Alex. Jean was very supportive and revealed how she'd dealt with a similar situation many years ago.

Her husband, Fred, had been seeing his secretary on the sly. Jean found out and confronted the woman. They'd fought and Jean had lost. The next day, however, Jean went back to the woman's apartment and, together, the two of them beat up the secretary and forced her to sign a letter of resignation. But that wasn't all they did. They also packed her clothes for her, drove her to the bus station and put her on a bus back to West Virginia. Fred never knew why the woman left. Jean offered to help Betty confronting Chris. They felt if they took on the two sisters separately, they could beat both Chris and Diane. Betty knew she could handle Alex by herself if Diane was out of their lives.

Jean and Betty agreed to meet that night and go to Chris' house to settle with her first. Betty had to be sure that Don wouldn't become involved, so she called a friend at the company. The guy had made a pass at her at last year's office party and she'd threatened to tell his boss. He was so frightened, he'd left her alone. Now, she needed a favor and offered him a one night stand in a local motel if he could keep Don occupied all evening. He quickly agreed and called Don. Betty didn't think that he was the vengeful type, but he told Don exactly what Betty had proposed. He called Chris who guessed what Betty was up to. She decided she'd spring a trap of her own on Betty when she came calling.

It was almost seven o'clock when Jean and Betty arrived at Chris' house. Betty rang the doorbell as Jean hid in the bushes. When Chris opened the door, Betty shoved her into the hallway and barged into the house with Jean right behind her. They pinned Chris to the floor until she stopped struggling. "What do you want?" she asked, "You know our agreement." "Yes Mistress. You whore, slut, cunt, whatever name you prefer." Betty screamed, "I'm sick and tired of you and that sister of yours using me for your personal enjoyment. Now that you've got Alex involved, you've gone too far. I'm going to put a stop to it right now."

Chris hadn't expected Betty so early or that she'd bring help. She had just gotten home from work and was changing when the doorbell rang. She on had on her bra and panties when she answered the door. When they pinned her to the floor, Chris realized the futility of resistance and had relaxed. She studied Betty's friend. Jean was petite, 5'3" and only 107 pounds. She still had a cute, firm figure at 37 years old. She was only a 33B, but her breasts looked bigger because of her 19" waist. Jean wore a cotton pullover and navy blue slacks, so Chris couldn't see her legs, but she knew if the rest of Jean's body was any indication, they'd be choice too. Chris made a mental note to check them out before she let Jean leave that evening.

Betty, kneeling on Chris' right, was pressing her arm on the floor. Keeping a hold of her wrist, Betty grabbed a handful of hair and lifted Chris to her feet. Jean held Chris' left arm in both hands. Betty got behind the brunette and twisted her arm in a hammerlock, just like she'd seen the wrestlers do on TV. Using her arm and a handful of hair, Betty pushed Chris to the bedroom. "Open the door, Jean." They heard Jean gasp when she saw the room beyond.

Betty guided Chris to the X-frame and together she and Jean cuffed Chris' hands and feet to the posts. With Chris immobile, Betty had time to catch her breath. Up to now she hadn't had much confidence in their plan. Now, she realized it might really work and she'd be rid of her tormenter. "Jean," Betty told her, "find something we can use on that Bitch. She had some things in that cabinet when I was here before." Jean opened the cabinet and saw the collection of whips, prods, shock sticks, dildos, pins, clips and all manner of torture devices, including the electric dildo she'd used on Betty.

Jean didn't know what many of the items were, but she'd used a dildo before and picked up one of the big ones. She hefted it, testing the feel of it in her hand. Then she put it in her pocket and picked up the plastic binder clips Chris had used on Betty. She came over to Chris who'd been watching her intently. Betty had been searching the nightstand by the bed and returned with a wicked switchblade. After some fumbling, she opened the blade and waved it under Chris' chin.

By then, Chris was truly nervous. She wasn't worried about having to endure a little pain, in fact she'd probably enjoy it. What worried her was that, because of their ignorance of her implements, one of them might seriously injure her without meaning to. Betty hooked her fingers between Chris' breasts and pulled the bra away from her body. Using the switchblade, she sawed through the strap until the cups fell away and hung at Chris' sides. Her 37D breasts bounced free, her nipples already stiff with arousal. Betty cut away the brunettes panties at the hips and yanked the remains between her legs. She sniffed them and stuffed them in her pocket. "I'll keep them as a souvenir." she said mockingly.

Jean found the rack's adjustment handle and began to turn. As she realized its function, the black haired woman cranked it all the way until Chris pelvis was jutting out with her legs splayed. The posture opened her pussy to anything the women wanted to do to her. Jean took out the big dildo. "It seems," she said resting her palm on Chris' belly with her thumb at the top of her pussy, "that this thing between your legs is out of control." To emphasize her point, she pulled out a few hairs. Chris let out a startled cry, more in surprise than pain as Jean broke into a wide grin.

Jean stepped in front of Chris and, holding the dildo in both hands, rammed it far up into her unlubricated pussy. The rubber member rasped the sensitive skin inside her, pulling and tearing the soft, tender flesh. She screamed in pain far worse than almost anything she had ever experienced, even at the hands of her sister Diane. Tears filled her eyes and her mouth moved, but no words came out. Jean was shocked and stunned by what she'd done and at how effective the move had been. She stepped back, leaving the end of the dildo jutting out of Chris' pussy. Betty took one of the clips, grabbed one of Chris' breasts and clamped it down on the hard nipple. Again, Chris babbled in her pain.

Bending down, Betty closed her teeth on Chris' other nipple. Biting and pulling, she stretched the tough skin almost to the breaking point before letting go. She chuckled at the way the supple flesh of Chris' breast shook as her nipple snapped back. Before Chris recovered, Betty snapped another clip on her other breast. A second scream was followed by more tears.

Betty stood before Chris with her face inches away from her victim's. Betty grabbed her cheeks so that her fingernails dug into the soft flesh. Pulling Chris head forward, Betty spoke with cold fury, "I'm going to keep this up for quite a while. When you can't take any more, tell me. I'll let you sign a resignation letter and pack, then I'm going to take you to the airport and put you on a plane to any city you want. If you won't agree to that, I'm going to call the office and tell `em you've left for a vacation then Jean and I will take turns on you, for weeks if necessary, until you either die or resign. Now, do YOU understand?" Chris nodded numbly. Betty was ecstatic as she and Jean exchanged high-fives. It had been easy, very easy. In fact, it had been too easy.

As Betty and Jean celebrated, Diane and Alexis were just pulling up to Chris' house. "That looks like Betty's car," Alex said. "What's she doing here?" "I was going to tell you," Diane said, "your Mom's coming over tonight, probably with one or more of her friends, to run Chris and me out of town. It looks like she got here before we thought she would." "Why that's awful," Alex said, "Let me help. We'll run her out of town instead." Diane smiled, but said nothing more.

Diane used her key to let them in through the back door. When she found no one in the living room, Diane listened at the bedroom door. Despite the soundproofing, she heard muffled screams. "Maybe they've already started on her," Diane whispered, "Let's see." When she opened the door, Diane and Alex were shocked to see Chris strung up on her own rack, bawling like a baby while Betty and Jean tortured her. "It looks like we got here just in time." Diane announced. Betty and Jean spun around, stunned at the unexpected appearance of the new threats.

"Alex," Betty shouted to her step-daughter, "go home this instant. And, for Gods sake, change into some decent clothes." Alex and Diane were dressed alike in spandex aerobics outfits with no top. Their breasts were bare and above the waist they had only the thin straps of their suits to cover them. Diane had an impressive figure with her 40D breasts having only the nipples covered by thin straps. Her breasts bulged out the sides under her arms. Alex' 35B breasts had worked free from her straps and were sitting between the straps, which forced her breasts together and emphasized her cleavage.

"Well, Alex. Who do you want?" Diane asked, "Betty or the other one?" Alex laughed and pointed at Jean. "I always wanted to find out how tough you are, Mrs Harwood," Alex said, "It looks like tonight is the time." Diane smiled at Betty. "I guess it's you and me," she said as she advanced toward the redhead.

"Never mind her," yelled Chris, "get me down from here. I wanna kick her ass myself." But Betty had no intention of letting Diane free her sister. She kept herself between Diane and Chris. She was sure that Jean, being older and more mature than Alex could handle the teenager. Betty hoped to land the first punch, if she did, she might defeat Diane. If not, she'd have to keep her busy until Jean could beat Alex and help her with Diane. It looked like they may finish off both sisters in one night.

When Diane came within arms length, Betty reached out with her right hand and grabbed for a handful of hair. Diane had been in a lot of fights in 30 years and wasn't bothered by it. She ducked, turned and drove her fist low into Betty's soft belly. The grip on her hair loosened and she continued spinning until she was behind Betty, who was doubled over holding her churning stomach and gasping for air as she tried not to throw up.

Betty's blouse buttoned in the back and using a handful of material in each fist Diane pulled the blouse apart to expose Betty's bra. She unsnapped it and pulled it and the blouse both over Betty's head in a single motion. Diane planted a foot on Betty's ass and pushed. The redhead flew forward and landed on her face still clutching her stomach. Diane stepped over her and dropped on the small of her back, facing her ass. She unzipped her wrap-around skirt, pulled it from under Betty and cast it aside, exposing an expensive pair of white rayon panties.

Diane decided that, rather than painlessly remove Betty's panties and expose her private parts, she'd simply attack right through the panties. With that in mind, she raked her fingernails across Betty's ass, ripping through her panties and into the soft, pale flesh beneath them. As her nails tore the sensitive flesh, they raised angry welts on the woman's smooth flanks. Time and again, Diane raked her, leaving Betty's panties in shreds as bright red welts appeared, criss-crossing her pale flesh. Betty was screaming and flailing at Diane with her hands as her feet pounded against the floor. Diane's wide hips prevented Betty from reaching back to interfere with the gym teachers attack.

Meanwhile, Alex squared off against Jean. She lowered her head and charged, hitting Jean square in the chest and knocking her over backwards. Alex dove on top of the smaller woman getting her hands full of black hair. Alex shook Jean's head like a dog with a bone. Recovering from the initial shock of the attack, Jean struck back at Alex' twin breasts which, being unprotected, dangled in front of her face. She squeezed and twisted the blonde's tits in her attempts to throw the young girl off of her. Physically, they were about evenly matched. Alex was 2" taller and eight pounds heavier than Jean, but her biggest advantage was the 19 year difference in their ages and the training she'd received from Diane.

Jean managed to throw Alex off of her and they lay side by side on the floor with their legs tangled as each had a handful of the other's hair and a breast. They rolled over and over several times until Jean finally ended up on top. Letting go of Alex' breast, she slapped the teenager's face, rocking her head from side to side. Alex released her hold on Jean's breast and used a trick Diane had taught her. They'd been practicing so that Alex could beat Betty when they fought. Now she practiced on Jean.

Alex twisted her body, freeing her right hand and made a fist the way Diane taught her. She drove a punch into Jean's side just below her ribs and heard Jean grunt as she dropped on top of her. Wrapping her arms around Jean's chest, Alex trapped her arms at her side. This time when she rolled, Alex came out on top and she straddled Jean's chests pinning her arms at her side with her legs. With her hands free and Jean's pinned, Alex was free to abuse the older woman as she pleased. "So, you like to squeeze tits huh old lady?" she taunted. She took Jean's breasts in her hands and squeezed, nearly flattening them with the pressure she applied. As she did, her fingernails dug into the soft, tender flesh.

Jean's eyes widened in shock as Alex applied pressure and Alex heard Jean's feet slapping on the floor behind her. "You've got a great pair of tits for an old broad," Alex teased. "Did you know I used to sneak over and watch you through the window when you'd fuck Uncle Fred?" Jean was ready to beg for mercy and tears ran down her cheeks, "No more please." But Alex was enjoying dominance and hadn't yet tired of the game. "I really got wet watching him stick his dick in you. God how I envied you. Now that I've tamed you, maybe I'll go over there and let him do me. Is that OK with you, Auntie Jean?"

Jean hadn't realized how cruel Alex could be. It was bad enough that she was beating her without her humiliating her as well. Alex held Jean by the hair and thumped her head on the wooden floor. "I said, is it OK if I fuck Fred? Well, is it? Huh, is it?" she demanded as she banged Jean's head against the floor time after time. Finally, her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

With Jean unconscious, Alex had no further resistance as she pulled the woman's jersey off over her head. She was surprised the black-haired woman didn't wear a bra. Jean's breasts were firm and hard on her chest, more like a teenager's than a woman nearing 40. Sliding down, Alex worked Jean's slacks to her knees and followed them with her bright red panties. "I'll give these to Chris for her collection," she muttered. Standing up, Alex yanked at Jean's slacks and panties until they slid over her feet. She completed her task just in time, as Jean began to stir and try to roll over. Alex tossed the panties aside and scooped Jean up using a hand under her torso on her breast and the other between her legs with a handful of cunthair for a grip.

Alex carried the semi-conscious woman to the horse and dropped her face down. Diane was by her side and clamped restraints on Jean's ankles before she returned to Betty who was still writhing in pain on the floor. Jean tried to rise from her position and then realized her feet wouldn't move. Alex hurried around the horse to face Jean as she groggily pushed her torso up with her hands. Alex slapped her breasts. Jean winced and tried to protect her tits but Alex grabbed her wrist and yanked her back down on the horse.

The impact jarred Jean and made it difficult for her to catch her breath. Alex knelt and fastened another restraint, this one to Jean's wrist. Held securely at both ankles and one wrist, Jean was powerless to prevent Alex from successfully cuffing her other wrist. The black haired woman was straddling the horse with her ass jutting in the air. Alex ran to Chris and released her from her bondage. Chris angrily pulled the dildo from her pussy and staggered to her closet, took out a leather riding crop and went to the horse where Jean was laying helplessly. "You bitch," Chris yelled, "You lousy, rotten cunt. I'll kill you for what you did."

Chris flayed Jean's bare ass with the leather crop and after several lashes, the black-haired housewife was crying and screaming in agony. "Please, don't! Oh my God, it hurts!" she pleaded. On Chris' face was an evil smile as she turned around and lashed Jean savagely between her legs. The crop slashed her asshole on the downstroke and flayed the length of her pussy coming back up. The excruciating pain knocked Jean out. Chris spun on Alex and slapped her. "I told you to release me, I wanted to kick her ass." Alex stumbled away from Chris with a hurt expression as Chris watched the conclusion of Diane and Betty's confrontation.

By then, Diane had thoroughly shredded Betty's panties and she was holding the remnants and roughly sawing them back and forth between her legs. Betty was completely naked when Chris and Diane rolled the sobbing redhead onto her back, lifted her by the arms and legs and carried her to the bed where they handcuffed her hands and feet. Chris got on the bed and straddled Betty's waist facing her as Diane and Alex took off their suits. After making sure Betty could see them, the two kissed and fondled each another while Chris started to work on Betty's breasts.

She slapped the breasts back and forth until they became red and swollen. While Chris slapped her tits, Betty was forced to watch Diane fondle her step-daughter. When the brunette stuck her fingers into Alex' cunt, wiggled them around and then took them out and licked them, Betty began to cry. She thought her husband would blame her for not controlling Alex, after all it was her job. Now, to get Betty's attention, Chris pinched her nipples hard. Betty knew she was defeated and she was also completely demoralized. Her last attempt to get Chris and Diane out of her life had failed and she had no doubt the two women were going to be a part of her and Don's lives for as long as they wanted. She hadn't even been able to protect her step-daughter from the lesbian predators.

Chris got off of Betty and went to the corner of the room where she set up a video camera and pointed it at the bed. On her way back, she checked on Jean. Chris lifted the woman's head by the hair and studied her face. Chris slapped her several times and she saw Jean's eyelids flutter. "Are you awake, you fuckin' bitch?" she asked tartly. Still groggy, Jean mumbled something Chris couldn't understand. Holding Jean's hair, she slapped her face back and forth until the woman screamed, "OK, OK. Stop it." Chris snarled at her, "You thought ramming that dildo up my pussy was funny? Well, we'll see how you like in your tight cunt." "NO, NO," Jean screamed, "Please don't, I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Just don't do that to me."

Her pleading was like music to Chris. The only thing she'd enjoy more would be the sound Jean would make when she forced the hard dildo into her dry pussy. She picked up the dildo and knelt between Jean's legs. With her left hand on her ass for leverage, Chris pushed the dildo into Jean's cunt as hard as she could as far as it would go. The hard rubber dildo tore the membranes in the little woman's tiny cunt as it raked the soft flesh. When it was all the way in, Chris pulled it out, twisting her wrist as she did. Jean's back arched and she wailed at the top of her lungs as she bucked, straining the leather restraints that held her down.

Chris pistoned the dildo in and out as rapidly as she could until Diane grabbed her arm to stop her. "That's enough." she said, "She's already bleeding." A stream of blood was running down the inside of Jean's thighs from her ravaged cunt. Chris ran her fingers along the inside of Jean's leg. When she reached her pussy she inserted her index finger and scratched the interior surface which brought a groan from the semi-conscious woman.

Chris moved to Jean's head, lifted it with a handful of hair and smeared blood over Jean's mouth. "That's what happens to any woman that cross me," she said. "If you don't want this to happen again, you'll do exactly as I say from now on. Understand?" Jean's eyes had trouble focusing on Chris and she said nothing, so Chris slapped her face.

"Do you understand?" she asked again. Jean still refused to respond. Chris released her hair and Jean's head dropped on the leather saddle of the horse as Chris walked around to the other end. "Give me the dildo, Alex," she snarled. Alex handed it to her and she rubbed it against Jean's thigh. "Just to dry it off," she whispered archly to Jean as she patted her upraised ass cheeks playfully. She put her left hand on Jean's rump again so that Jean could feel it and leaned forward, brushing her hand over Jean's thighs as she reached between them with the dildo. "NO! STOP!!" Jean cried as she strained upward against her bonds. "I'll do anything you say. Please, no more, I can't take it any more."

With a big smile, Chris patted Jean's ass sharply. "You're gonna to be a good one," she said. "There's a lot of gals who'll really enjoy you. I hope I can watch, because I'm gonna remember for a long time what you did to me tonight." Chris told Alex to get in front of Jean. "The first thing you're gonna do, is pay homage to the teenager who beat you. Have you ever licked pussy?" Jean bit her lips and refused to answer. Chris picked up the leather crop and slashed Jean's rump. "I asked if you've ever licked cunt?" "No," Jean gasped through her clenched teeth, "I haven't." Chris smacked Jean's ass once again. "I don't believe you," she said. "All women your age have done it at least once. Tell the truth or I'll beat you until you do." Jean heaved a deep sigh, "All right, dammit. In college, I was with a girl in college." Chris winked at Alex and slapped Jean again with her riding crop. Her body jerked in reaction. "Tell us all about it," Chris said.

Jean sighed and large tears ran down her cheeks as she choked out the details of the sordid affair, "Jill was my roommate my senior year," she sobbed. "I'd just broken up with my boyfriend and had been drinking heavily and was really bummed out. When I came back, she woke up and consoled me. She said something about not needing a man to be satisfied. I was too drunk to realize what she meant at first and then I couldn't stop her when she tried to show me. Afterwards, we switched positions and she had me do her. We did it together until I met Fred the week before I graduated. I broke it off with her and haven't been with another woman since. It's the truth, I swear."

"Well, that's quite a story," Chris breathily. "All those years you lived next door to Betty you've never once ..." "NO!" Jean interrupted, "Never. She's not like that." "That's what you think," Chris said. "I guess you don't know as much about your friend as you thought. After tonight you two should get together more often. Hell, you could include Alex and make it a threesome." Chris snapped Jean's ass with the crop, "Now that we know you know how, let's see you lick sweet Alex' pussy. If you do a good job, I'll release your restraints." She handed the crop to Alex, "If she doesn't do a good job, give her a smack or two. I'm sure it'll come back to her after a little pain."

Chris and Diane turned their attention to Betty and unlocked her handcuffs. They dragged her limp body over to the rack and clamped her hands and feet to the cross. "You'll have a better view from here," Chris cackled. "Just to make sure you don't disturb us ...," she stuffed a gag in Betty's mouth and tied the ends behind her head. "I suppose I ought to give you something to do while I'm busy with your friend," she mused as she took a vibrating dildo from the cabinet. After fingering Betty's pussy until the juices began to flow, she slid it deep inside her red fringed cunt. Chris turned it on full power, patted Betty's cheek and turned toward Jean who by then was about to bring Alex to a climax. Alex had both hands in Jean's hair and was grinding her pussy against the bound woman's face. When her orgasm struck, Alex fell forward and lay on top of Jean's back, slapping her ass cheeks gently with the crop.

Chris and Diane released the petite Jean from the horse and carried her roughly to the bed. "I won't handcuff you," Chris said, "if you give my your word to cooperate. If not," she continued, "I'll be happy to continue your punishment." "You ...," Jean began, but reconsidered as she thought better of it. "Alright, dammit, I give you my word, I'll behave. Please, just don't hit me anymore." "We'll see," Chris replied enigmatically. Instead of laying Jean on the bed, Chris and Diane held her upright between them.

They rubbed her all over her body, paying close attention to her pussy, which was caked with dried blood. They kissed her breasts, stomach and licked her cunt until it was clean. Despite the pain she'd endured, her body responded to their skilled erotic stimulation. When Jean was breathing heavily and her nipples rock-hard, Chris told Alex to get on the bed and masturbate.

Alex was aroused from watching Chris and Diane with Jean and quickly did as she'd been told. She was really getting into it when Chris whispered to Jean, "Go tell her you'd like to help. When she says yes," she added with a sinister pinch of Jean's nipple, "you go down on her and get your tongue busy. Or else." She shoved Jean toward the bed.

Jean stood beside the bed looking down at the teenager as she writhed in the throe's of self-enduced passion. "Can I help?" Jean asked, her own voice hoarse with excitement. She was surprised at Alex' reply, "Oh, Yes Aunt Jean. I always like it when you put your tongue inside me. Please, do it now." Jean got on the bed and lay on her belly between Alex' open legs. She licked the blonde-fringed pussy that was already wet with excitement. As she tongued, Alex wound her legs around Jean's neck and pulled her closer. Jean had to grab Alex' thighs to support herself and after a few minutes Alex climaxed. But even after her orgasm, she refused to release Jean's head. "Again, Aunt Jean," she sighed. Jean was nearly as aroused as Alex and she worked the girl's pussy until she climaxed a second time.

"OK, change places," Chris ordered, but Jean couldn't move because of Alex' legs on her neck. Chris stepped over and spanked Jean's ass with her open palm. "I mean now, bitch," she snarled. The black haired woman scrambled onto her back as fast as she could and Chris pulled Alex away by the hair. "Come here you," she said. She and Alex whispered briefly and Alex grudgingly moved aside. "OK," Chris told Jean, "start masturbating. When Alex comes in, I want you to say or do whatever it takes to get her to lick your cunt. Understand?" Jean nodded and started to finger herself.

She hadn't done it in a while, not since her husband hadn't touched her for nearly four months while he carried on an affair with his secretary over a year ago. She blushed at the realization that Chris and Diane were forcing her to do it in front of her friend Betty and Alex. Strangely, however, the circumstances seemed to arouse her and she was soon nearing a orgasm. Just at that moment Alex, at a signal from Chris, walked over to the bed. "What are you doing Aunt Jean?" she said in a little girl voice. Jean hated it when Alex called her that, it made her sound old. "I'm playing a game," she gasped, "Would you like to play?" "No," said Alex with a coy smile, "it doesn't look like fun." "Damn her," thought Jean, "she's making it hard on purpose. I'm so close, why doesn't she cooperate?"

"Come on Alex," Jean begged, "put your hand there. Here, Let me show you." She grabbed Alex' wrist and shoved her hand between her legs. Just as Alex' fingers touched her black pussy hair, Alex tore her hand away. "NO! I won't," she yelped, "it's dirty." Jean was getting frustrated as the glow she'd had began to fade. "Dammit you bitch," Jean screamed as she grabbed Alex' hair and pulled her down on top of her, "get your fuckin' tongue down there before I whip your ass." Alex then bent her head to work on the excited woman's clit. She gave it a couple of laps and stopped, raised her head and said, "Don't hit me any more Aunt Jean, I'll do it." Alex bent to her work eagerly and soon had Jean writhing and bucking her hips in ecstasy.

Weeks of practice with Diane had made a major improvement in Alex' technique. When she finished, Alex sat smugly between Jean's knees as the older woman's body slowly ceased it's shaking and Jean struggled to catch her breath. When Jean had partly recovered, Alex stretched out full length on top of her and kissed her on the lips, sharing the fluid she'd extracted from Jean's pussy. As they kissed, Jean found herself becoming aroused again. Alex drew her knees up and sat on Jeans chest with her thighs pressing on the firm breasts of her 39 year old neighbor. "You know Aunt Jean," Alex teased, "you're even dumber than Betty. You let this rule your life," she reached back and cupped Jean's pussy in her hand. She, slid a finger inside and tweaked her hard clitoris, "I've got this on video tape now," she gestured at the camera in the corner. "If you don't do what we say, I'm going to show it to Fred. He'll dump you so fast your tits'll spin in opposite directions. Hell, he might even go back to that slut secretary of his. Maybe, that is, if I don't move in with him myself." Jean looked incredulously at Chris and Diane who were doubled over in silent laughter. "It's true," Chris nodded.

CHAPTER SIX

"We trapped Betty too. Now that we've got you both on tape wouldn't you like to try her out? I know you must have looked at each other and wondered, you know, in locker rooms at the club, changing rooms in stores, or maybe during a quiet evening when it's just the two of you?" "You're disgusting," muttered Jean. She didn't want to admit, even to herself, that part of what Chris said was true. Ever since her lesbian affair in college, she'd looked at her friends and wondered about them, but she'd never had the courage to act on it. She always wanted the other woman to make the first move. Chris was now giving her a chance with Betty, her best friend.

Diane untied Betty and led the docile redhead over to the bed. She was still rubbing her wrists, which were marked from the handcuffs, when Diane threw her on her face between Jean's legs. "Come here," Jean whispered as she opened her arms. Betty crawled up the bed and lay in her friend's arms. "I'm sorry I got you into this," Betty sighed. "Don't be," Jean said. "It was my idea after all, besides maybe we'll come out of this closer." As she spoke, Jean touched Betty's breast and her nipple became erect. As Betty bowed her head in shame, a tear trickled down her cheek. "Please dont't do this." "There, there," Jean reassured her and lifted Betty's chin in her hand and kissed her. Her tongue slipped between Betty's opening lips and touched hers. Slowly, tentatively, Betty's hand found Jean's breast, enveloped it and gently squeezed and rolled it around. Jean let out a pleased gasp when she felt the fingers on her breast and her tongue moved rapidly in Betty's mouth.

Suddenly, their hands were on each others breasts, kneading and squeezing urgently. Betty broke the kiss and they both sucked great mouthfuls of air into their lungs as they stared at each other in stunned surprise at what had happened. Jean moved first, turning herself so that she faced Betty's pussy in the classic sixty-nine position. She tentatively dipped her tongue in the moist slit and found Betty's clitoris was hard and erect. After a slight hesitation, Betty did the same. They lay like that for a several minutes with their hands on each other's thighs and the only sound a gentle slurping sound that was muffled by their bodies. It was Betty's pelvis that thrust first, soon followed by Jean's as she reacted to Betty's tongue in her. They climaxed together and before they recovered, Chris and Diane dragged them apart.

Diane dragged Betty onto the floor and Chris joined Jean on the bed. Chris lay on top of Jean with a hand twisted in her dark hair. Chris ran her tongue over Jean's face, licking Betty's pussy juices from her cheeks, lips and tongue. Pulling away when she'd finished, she looked down into Jean's eyes, "You hurt me badly before. Now you're going to apologize by making me feel good. If you resist or if you fail to make me feel good, I'm going to hurt you so bad it will take months for you to heal. Now, start licking my pussy bitch. And you'd better be good at it."

Jean hated Chris and swore that, one day, she'd get revenge for what she was forcing her to do. On this day, however, Chris was in charge and Jean was going to give her the best pussy-licking she'd ever had because she couldn't take any more pain. "Oh, and one more thing bitch," Chris added, "from now on if you see me, my sister Diane or Alex, you're to call us Mistress. Say it bitch, I want to hear you say it." "Yes Mistress," Jean said glumly, choking back tears of humiliation.

While Jean reluctantly satisfied Chris, Diane was humiliating Betty. She forced Betty to lick Alex' cunt while Alex, in turn, was licking Diane's. Diane stood so that she could spank Betty's ass with the leather riding crop when the mood struck her and every so often she'd hit her across her already sore breasts. The pain made Betty jerk which disrupted her rhythm on Alex. That, in turn, spoiled Alex' timing on Diane which made her hit Betty again. It was a delightfully cruel game and Diane enjoyed it immensely.

Alex and Diane had made love many times in the past weeks and the young girl knew just what to do to bring Diane to an orgasm. When Diane climaxed Alex still had a way to go so Diane gave the crop to Alex, "Here, teach her how to lick your cunt as well as I taught you to lick mine." She stood aside to watch her protege. Alex was determined to teach her step-mother a lesson. Besides, she was fully aroused and needed release, but she took a new approach. She yanked on a handful of Betty's hair and pulled her head up as she waved the crop under her nose. "Look bitch, I'm sick and tired of you slobbering on my cunt and not gettng the job done. Do you understand?"

Betty was shocked at hearing that kind of language from her own step-daughter. "No," she gasped. Alex snapped her wrist and the riding crop slashed one of Betty's breasts, barely missing her tender nipple. With a yelp, Betty grabbed her tit and curled into a ball. Alex stood up and bent over her. "Get up," she screamed, "Get up you bitch or I'll whip your ass `til it bleeds." To prove she was serious, she lashed Betty twice on the ass. "Yeowww!" screamed Betty, "No! No more, please." "OK," Alex said, "If you call me Mistress from now on." "Yes. Yes, Mistress," Betty gulped. Alex walked to where Diane was seated and watching her. She sat on the floor between her mentor's legs. Diane reached over Alex' shoulders and held her breasts. "Now crawl over here and finish the job," Alex snapped at Betty. "If I have to come over there you won't be able to sit for a week." Betty, humbled and afraid, crawled on her hands and knees and dropped on her belly with her face between her step-daughters thighs. Her tongue worked rapidly as she licked Alex's cunt as she demanded. Occasionally, to remind her, Alex would slap Betty's ass lightly with the crop. Alex climaxed with her legs twined around Betty's shoulders.

Chris and Diane dragged Betty and Jean to the center of the room. "Have you learned your lessons yet?" Chris asked. "Yes Mistress," Betty answered quickly. Chris glanced at Jean, "This is your last chance," she warned. "If you don't call us Mistress, we'll start your punishment." Jean shuddered at the thought of enduring any more pain. "Yes Mistress, er, that is, No Mistress ... I mean ..." Jean was so scared, she didn't know what to say. Chris grabbed Jean's nipples with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed and twisted at the same time. Tears filled Jean's eyes as she slumped to her knees. "For the last time," Chris asked her, "have you learned your lesson you stupid bitch?" "Yes Mistress," gasped a thoroughly intimidated Jean.

"Now slaves," Diane interjected, "what is the lesson?" Betty spoke up, "Not to mess with you," she said. "Don't forget Alex," Chris warned her. "Not to mess with you three," Betty corrected herself. Alex appeared from behind Chris and Diane with the red panties she stripped from Jean earlier that night. Grateful, Jean slipped them on. Now she didn't feel so vulnerable. "I wanted those for my trophy case," Chris yelled at Alex. "Well," the young girl said, "I took `em off her and I'm giving them back to her. If you want `em, you'll have to get `em yourself, if you can." Diane chuckled at how quickly Alex had picked up the game she and Chris played.

Jean quickly pulled down her panties and offered them to Chris. "Here Mistress, take them. Please?" she whined. "That's not how the game is played," said Chris. "Put them on and I'll take them from you. You have to try to win, if you do, you can keep them. If I win, I'll take them. But, if you don't try hard enough, I'll take them anyway and punish you for not trying. Ready?" Jean saw that she had no choice but to take another beating so she gulped and nodded. Chris waited as Jean pulled the panties back up her legs and just as she reached her thighs, Chris charged and knocked her over backwards. She leaped on Jean's chest with both knees, driving them into her near-perfect breasts. She knocked the breath out of the little woman.

Chris dragged Jean to her knees and, reaching down with both hands, grasped the waistband of the panties and lifted it up above her hips. As she kept pulling, she lifted the tiny woman to her feet then sawed the panties back and forth through her crotch. When Jean was on her feet, Chris stepped back and kicked her between the legs, dropping her to the floor again and Jean hadn't even landed a punch. When Chris bent over her to grab her breasts, however, Jean swung and landed a weak punch on Chris' breast. Enraged by her attempt to fight back, Chris raked her fingernails over Jean's breasts and dark red welts appeared. Jean pitched forward sobbing.

Chris, not content with the abuse she'd delivered to the woman who'd damaged her pussy, stepped behind Jean, grabbed her wrists and bent her arms behind her back. Jean arched her back to relieve the pain on her elbows and shoulders. Chris stepped over the kneeling woman's arms, trapping them behind her knees. She then sat down and hooked her feet behind Jean's back. This not only pinned her arms, which were held in Chris' legs, but also forced her to lean backwards, baring and exposing her breasts. Chris sat on the floor as Jean lay in front of her with her head on Chris' lap.

Chris reached down and took Jean's breasts in her hands. "Now you bitch," she whispered, "I'm going to take the skin off your tits one layer at a time." "Don't please. Not my titties, Please?" Jean begged, her pleading nearly incoherent. "See," Chris gloated as she scratched the sensitive underside of her breasts, "I can peel it all off, taking as much or as little as I want."

Betty's arms were being held by Diane, but she pleaded for her friend. "Please Chris, that's enough. Let her go. Take me in her place, it's me you really want. I'll do anything, just don't hurt her. She only came to help me anyway." Chris' response was to rake Jean's breasts again, drawing more squeals from the sobbing woman. Chris looked at Betty, "You stupid cow, you're already going to do anything I say. You have nothing to offer me. I've got your husband, your step-daughter and you all right where I want you."

Back with Jean, Chris dug her fingernails into her cheeks. "How'd you like it if I took off her face too?" she asked Betty. Jean was paralyzed with fear and there was a torrent of tears streaming down her red face. Instead, Chris stroked the hysterical woman's cheeks. "You see Jean," she said, "I can be cruel. But I could also be gentle. Maybe next time, you'll see the other side of my personality. I'm not going to disfigure you, not now. If you ever dare to doublecross me ..." she let the thought linger as she threw Jean's body aside.

She stripped off Jean's panties, walked to a cupboard, opened it and hung them on a peg next to several other pair. "OK Betty," she said. "Now take your little friend and go home, I'll call you the next time I want you. I expect each of you to meet me when and where, I demand. Is that understood?" Betty helped Jean to her feet, "Yes Mistress," she said. "Jean, what do you say?" Chris taunted. "Yes Mistress." she mumbled quietly.

Diane stepped between the two friends and slapped a pair of handcuffs on them, cuffing their wrists together. Betty spun around, "What the hell?" "It's just a reminder," Diane said. "We can't go like this," Betty protested. "How can we get dressed?" "Her car's an automatic," Alex piped up, "She can drive with one hand." Chris shrugged, "Problem solved." "But I can't get dressed with our hands cuffed," Betty protested.

"That's your problem," Diane snapped. "You've got exactly 3 minutes to get to your car and get out of here." Chris said, "If you're still here after that..." Betty didn't wait for her to finish. She grabbed her skirt and wrapped it around her but as she reached for her blouse, Jean pulled in the opposite direction as she reached for her clothes. Betty was off balance and fell on her face. Chris, Diane and Alex convulsed in laughter as the two women pulled and tugged in opposite directions as they tried get their clothes and put them on. Neither was able to get her top on with their arms linked, so they rushed out the door with their blouses wrapped around their necks.

"How do we get out of these?" Betty yelled from the sidewalk, holding up their shackled wrists. "I'll give the key to Alex," Chris called. "You'll have to talk her into unlocking them. Remember, if you hurt her, you'll answer to me and Diane." Jean and Betty drove out of Chris' driveway barely 3 minutes after her ultimatum.

END OF PART TWO - to be continued