DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Flag Girl/Lydia Wills, Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre/Axanna Morgan, Spectre Girl/Summer Morgan, Lady Midnight/Angela Grear and Azure Angel are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.
CHAPTER 9
Brenda felt
her face burning with shame. Danny had
left the door open. She could see him
sitting on the edge of the bed, facing to her right.
Great Liberty, look at me. I’m PIMPING Lydia out to buy time on the phone, Brenda thought.
Shameful as
it was,
That would be a one way ticket into prostitution, she thought. If they weren’t captured by a pimp right away, then whoever caught them would surely sell the reviled Brenda Wade and her sexy teenage ward to the first pimp they could find. Oh, how those wicked malefactors would LOVE to fuck us, then make us prostitute ourselves for their enrichment and pleasure. The wicked denizens of Sugar Town would celebrate our subjugation and debasement for weeks.
The whole
of
“It can’t stay like this,” Brenda muttered as she gently lifted the handset off the phone.
In nine days she hadn’t had an opportunity like this. Danny always took the phone with him wherever he went. Whether to the bathroom or the supermarket, he took the phone so Brenda couldn’t make any calls. She wasn’t even allowed local calls now. Brenda suspected Danny knew he had it made and wanted to keep his two little fuck toys for as long as possible.
Brenda called one of the few numbers she knew by heart. The number Ms Americana called when she needed the DA Office’s help.
“Angela Grear, please,” she said when the receptionist answered.
“Angela speaking,” the Assistant DA said after only a short hold time.
“Angela, its Brenda Wade. Can we talk?”
“Oh my God, Brenda. Are you alright?”
Brenda smiled. Angela was the first person she spoke with that at least sounded like she was really concerned.
“Not really. Felicity Drakes STOLE my company,” Brenda said. “She robbed me blind.”
“I admit, it sounded suspicious,” Angela said. “But…everything seems to be in order. Her paperwork went through without any problems or questionable actions.”
Brenda was horrified. Didn’t anyone understand? Was the entire world BLIND to the greatest injustice in a century? What did she have to do to make them understand what happened?
“Angela,
surely you understand no SANE person would willingly just sign over a
multi-billion dollar fortune like that,” Brenda said, trying to sound
reasonable and rational. Hysterics
wouldn’t get her anything but a hang-up.
She might not get another chance to call anyone else for weeks, or
longer. “Listen, I swear to you I hired
Felicity as my personal assistant. In
fact, she was hired under an alias, calling herself Felicity Sweetwater. She proved to be a brilliant business woman,
so I kept giving her more and more responsibility.” She paused, listening to the sound of Lydia’s
loud slurping, and Danny’s occasional groans of pleasure. “I had some personal issues to attend, so
gave her even more authority and less supervision than I normally would. But I trusted her IMPLICITLY. I had no reason whatsoever to not trust
her.” Brenda hesitated, swallowing
hard. “She betrayed me, in the worst
manner imaginable. Hell, she literally
stole the clothes off my back and tossed me and
“I agree that something untoward has happened, that you have been robbed, but not the District Attorney,” Angela said, sounding ashamed. “He has specifically stated we have better things to occupy our time than making sure some bimbo billionaire didn’t do something stupid. Worse, none of your rich and powerful friends, associates and business partners seem the least bit concerned about your downfall. Truth is, High Society and the business community are all beside themselves with pleasure. You’ve ruled the nest for more than a decade, and it appears many were not as happy with your reign as we all thought.”
Brenda’s heart sank. If Angela was right, she had no support from her friends. She had hoped the DA could be more professional, but he was proving himself to be the cold blooded bastard she originally thought, and vindictive. He was still mad she was publicly and financially supporting his opponent in the upcoming election.
“Has the DA met with Felicity yet?”
The thought made her skin crawl and her nose crinkle. If those two teamed up against her, it would be almost impossible for her to win. Despite her feelings about the DA, she understood he was a brilliant lawyer, and new more than anyone about Business Law. She should know, since Wade Enterprises was his first employer out of Law School.
“The day after you were tossed out of your home, and every other day since,” Felicity said icily. Brenda felt ice crawl down her spine at Angela’s words. “I understand she is supporting him in his reelection. Gave a big campaign donation, and started a PAC to support him and other elected officials.”
“Damn her,” Brenda snarled, intense anger filling her heart and soul. “She’s always one step ahead of me. Of course, she has more resources than I currently have.”
There was a long silence. Brenda felt everything starting to close in over her again. Felicity was just too good. She had to make a mistake somewhere. No one was perfect.
“Brenda, I’ll be honest with you,” Angela said.
Brenda’s shoulder’s tensed, her belly clinched and she rolled her baby blues. Just the tone of Angela’s voice told her volumes. None of it good for her, either.
“I already don’t like the way this is sounding.”
“It’s not going to be good news,” Angela said. She took a deep breath, and carried on. “Felicity has been busy shoring up her case. She’s hired the most brilliant lawyers in the country to defend any challenges to her new found fortune. Unless, you can find a witness who will testify she tricked you into signing away your company, then you have less than a snowball in Hell’s chance of recovering anything.”
“I have
one,” Brenda said, suddenly excited. “
“Your ward?”
“Yes, she saw everything.”
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.”
“No, she really did see everything,” Brenda insisted. “I’ll swear to it under oath, too.”
“That’s not
the problem.
“I don’t
know of anyone like that,” Brenda said.
“As far as I know, she worked alone. No one but
“Then we have no case, and you have truly lost everything. I’ll be honest, if she’d left you any kind of financial resources, you would still have a credible chance of getting it all back. But you NEED top notch Corporate Lawyers, and she’s already hired all the best,” Angela said. “I am really, really sorry, Brenda, but there isn’t anything I can do. The DA has tied my hands, as well. You are on your own, and I fear it’s going to be a very unpleasant world for you.”
Suddenly, Danny let out that groan that said he was cumming. Pathetic loser that he was, Danny had to strut around the apartment after each sexual encounter. He would be in there soon.
“I have to go,” Brenda said urgently. “Please, promise me you won’t abandon me.”
Angela hesitated. That alone caused Brenda’s sense of panic to rise. Would even her best friends abandon her?
“I’ll see what I can do, Brenda. I can’t promise any more than that. I can’t afford to lose my job, and supporting you is very unpopular right now. But I’ll keep my eyes open for any opportunity to help you.”
“Thank you,” she said, grateful for that little bit of hope. “Bye.”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Angela
Grear hung up and frowned. The beautiful
African-American Assistant DA looked at all the photos on her credenza. Almost a third were pictures of her with
various super heroines. Indeed, she had
a picture of herself with every super heroine except Lady Midnight. That was one photo impossible to get, since
she was secretly that purple clad, masked vigilante. But she also had several pictures of herself
with Brenda Wade and other of
She picked up one of the more special photos. Brenda Wade was giving Lady Midnight a special award that only a few ever received. It reminded her of all that Brenda had done for the city, crime fighting, and especially for the city’s super heroines. She was their number one supporter. She funded many initiatives that Lady Midnight or Ms Americana or Green Spectre enforced.
“I’ll do what I can,” she said, sighing with resignation. “I’ll do what I can.”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Brenda hung up and turned up the TV volume as Danny came stomping down the short hallway. He had a big shit eating grin on his ugly, unshaven face. She found he saved money by only shaving once a week. He did bath close to twice a week, as best she could tell.
Danny was only wearing his soiled boxers. His distended, hairy belly and spindly legs were on display for all to marvel at, or not. Not for the first time, Brenda marveled that a balding man could have so much hair all over his body. Even his dick had some pubic hair along its length.
“Damn, I’m
good,” he said, still flush from the exertion.
“
Brenda
plastered a smile on. In truth, she
thought it more likely
He paused to give her a calculating look. For a brief moment, she thought he would call her on the fake smile. Surely he understood she found him revolting? They both did. Brenda believed part of his pleasure in fucking them was the knowledge they were so much superior to him in every shape and manner, and he knew they found him repulsive. He enjoyed forcing them to have sex with him, and frequently kinky sex.
There wasn’t a sex act, or sexual position they hadn’t partaken in since their arrival. The perverted bastard even bought a copy of the Karma Sutra, for reference and ideas. Then he got a prescription for Viagra, and had been popping them for eight days straight. Brenda didn’t even want to contemplate how many times she had to endure sex with that nasty, leering lecher each day and night.
“You know you can’t stay here forever,” Danny said.
“What?” she said, panic rising. Was he throwing them out? “You can’t throw us out? We’ve been good to you. We’ve done everything you asked of us.”
“Whoa, there, Miss Brenda,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not kicking you out. Yet. I’m still enjoying the hot cooch you two provide.” He paused to leer at her naked tits a few seconds. “No, but a friend of mine is in a bind. He owns the strip club across the street, and is having a hard time finding quality dancers. Truth is, most of his girls are a little long in the tooth, skanky or just plain ugly.”
“You want us to become strippers?” she asked, incredulous.
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “It pays well, and you do have a lot of debt to pay off.”
Brenda felt
her face burning. To so publicly,
brazenly display her sexuality, to lower herself to the very sex industry she
so abhorred and sought to bring down, was too much to contemplate. He knew how tirelessly, how relentlessly she
worked to clean out
“You know who I am,” she said carefully, heart pounding loudly in her ears and throat tight. “I cannot be a stripper. I can’t believe you would suggest it to me, of all people. Everyone knows how I feel about strippers, hookers and their ilk.”
Danny shrugged.
“Yeah, but
you got a stripper body that won’t quit, babe,” he said. He winked at her. “And so does that hot little tamale,
“Forget it,” Brenda said sternly. Money. He was talking money, which meant his “friend” most likely offered him a tidy sum if he talked them into going to work for him. The only thing Danny loved more than sex was money. “I will not debase myself so … so…utterly.”
“Whatever,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But like I said, you can’t stay here forever. As good as the nookie is, I’m starting to miss my solitary life. I’m not used to having a woman around, much less two. You two bitches are kinda stressful.”
“WE’RE
stressful?”
Danny walked over to the door and opened it. Both women froze, looks of fear claiming their beautiful faces.
“There’s the door. Leave,” Danny said. “Get out, or shut up. I work for a living, and provide nicely for both of you. You are paying for your room and board, babe. If the price is too high, then you know where the door is, don’t you.”
“I thought so,” he said, starting to close the door.
“Hello?” a familiar male voice said. “Brenda? Are you in there?”
“Timothy!” Brenda cried, jumping to her feet. She ran to the door, huge tits bouncing all over the place. The newest arrival stopped to gawk at her approach with open mouthed amazement. “You came!”
“Oh my God,
did you find some of Brenda’s money Felicity didn’t steal?”
“Ah, no. But I found some old friends willing to meet with you, and maybe help you out,” Timothy said. He was tall, dark and plain looking, with a balding head and thick mustache. His eyes were brown and he was beginning to develop a paunch from living too well. But his suit was custom tailored and fit perfectly. He reeked wealthy businessman. “If you are interested, I can take you to see them. No promises, though.”
He then handed each woman a box. Inside they found dresses. Not expensive, silk dresses with designer labels, but attractive dresses that would show off their figures nicely. Nothing else. No undergarments. No lingerie of any kind. So they would have to go braless and panty less.
“I’ll go
just for the dress,”
Brenda’s dress was black, skirt and blouse.
“Put them on.”
“Heh, what’s going on here?” Danny said, suddenly looking worried. “Who the Hell are you?”
“He’s my
white knight,” Brenda said, grinning.
Like
“We went to school together from Fifth grade through graduation, then went to college together as well,” Timothy said, shaking Danny’s hand.
Brenda was pleased to find the dress fit reasonably well. It was a bit tighter than she liked, especially across her spectacular rack and her well rounded hips. But it wasn’t anything to complain about.
“When is this meeting?” Brenda said. “And where? And who will be attending?”
“Ah, right to the heart of the matter,” Timothy said, grinning. “The old Brenda is back. Well, it’s this afternoon. Which gives you time to go to the salon and get fixed up properly.”
“Salon?”
Brenda and
“With
facials?”
“And manicures and pedicures?” Brenda asked.
“And massages and hairstylist and all that,” Timothy said.
Brenda
kicked off her stiletto pumps and retrieved her black stockings and garter
belt. She pulled them on quickly, then
slipped on her pumps. She felt almost
human again. Of course, she didn’t have
any makeup. Danny didn’t think they
needed it, so wasn’t willing to foot the bill for it. But she was sure that would be remedied at
the salon. They would make her and
“We’re ready,” Brenda said, once both women were dressed.
Danny just watched them walk out with an open mouth. She winked at him as she left, pleased to see his evil plans to sell them to the strip club foiled.
“Have a
nice life, Danny boy,”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
It felt
good to ride in a long, black limo again.
The salon was a more pleasant, more personally satisfying experience
then she ever believed possible. She
felt almost human. Of course, the too
tight dress wasn’t up to her standards.
Even
“Who are
all those people?”
At first, Brenda thought they were paparazzi, but she didn’t see any cameras and they were all wearing conservative suits. Timothy regarded them with mild curiosity.
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” he said. “I heard some pop singer or something just bought an apartment in the building.”
The doorman
pushed through the crowd, some of whom were trying to see who was in the
limo. The tinted windows kept them from
seeing the riders, until the door was opened and Brenda stepped out, followed
immediately by
“Brenda! Brenda Wade!” an angry man cried out, grabbing her arm. “When are you going to pay your balance?”
“Huh?” she said, confused.
“Leave them alone!” Timothy called. “Make way, please.”
“Ms. Wade, you are extremely overdrawn on your checking account with First Delta City National Bank and Trust,” another man with a briefcase shouted. He seemed even angrier than the others. “If you don’t arrange to pay back that money immediately, we will have no choice but to initiate criminal prosecution.”
“Criminal? But I was robbed,” she said. “Surely you understand that? I’m trying to rectify that right now.”
“Ms Wade will pay you all back in due time, gentlemen,” Timothy said. “She is just going through a difficult time right now. Rest assured, everyone will get theirs.”
“You WILL go to prison, Wade!” he shouted, eyes blazing. “We will put a lien against you, and send you and that little blonde ward of yours to prison. I can promise you that, Wade.”
Brenda and
“I am so sorry, ladies,” Timothy said once they bulled their way through the press of their creditors. “I haven’t the foggiest idea how they learned you would be here.”
“They were
like starving animals,”
“Worse than animals, Sweetheart,” Brenda said, hugging her young ward briefly.
“Well, your friends await upstairs,” Timothy said, clearly excited. It was hard to stay depressed and worried as they basked in his joy and excitement. “Let’s get up there and get this party started.” He rubbed his hands together, eyes atwinkle. “Good things are going to come out of this get-together. I promise.”
“Yes, let’s
go bedazzle and amaze,” Brenda said, giving
They were all in good spirits when they stepped out of the elevator on the twelfth floor. At the door, they stopped Timothy a moment so they could tidy themselves up after the mob below. Once they thought they were as perfect as they would get, Brenda nodded and Timothy rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a familiar, and unexpected, socialite.
“They’re
here!” Charlie Lincoln called into the penthouse. Then her bright green eyes twinkled with joy
as she looked Brenda and
Brenda
hesitated. Charlie wasn’t a friend in
any shape or form. More of a childhood
rival. And like so many of Brenda’s
rivalries, it was very bitter at times.
But in recent years Charlie had become almost civil with her. But she couldn’t fathom any rhyme or reason
why she would help her. But then she spotted
Trevor Sanders, a business associate she worked with many times over the
years. They’d made many millions working
together. So she took
They found
about twenty men and women in the living room.
Some of them shocked her, like Amon “Big Daddy” and Ashley
Vanderholm. Big Daddy was the richest
man in the state and a political kingpin of sorts in the state in general, and
Everyone was gorgeously attired as if for a cocktail party. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds and other precious gems glittered upon the few women, who were resplendent in their designer dresses and shoes.
“Hello, Brenda,” Ashley purred, one brow raise haughtily.
“Hello, Ashley,” Brenda said coolly.
“Interesting dress,” Ashley said, looking her over closely. “Wal-Mart?”
Brenda felt her face burning with shame. Her first instinct was to attack. But she would lose their sympathy. No sympathy, no help. She had to grit her teeth and endure.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said through clenched teeth. “You’ll have to ask Timothy.”
“Really? So you’re already letting wealthy men dress you?” Ashley said. “How amusing.”
She turned and walked back to her aged, obscenely obese husband, Big Daddy. Brenda was left speechless in the middle of the room. Big Daddy was watching her with hungry little pig eyes for a long moment, then he stood up and waddled away. She didn’t bother to watch where he went, because Frank Goldstein came up from behind her and wrapped an overly friendly arm around her waist.
“How you doing, darling?” he asked in his gravelly voice, looking up at her face. He was shorter than Brenda, standing a mere five foot five. He was also balding, so when she looked down she saw his shiny pate. “You haven’t been mistreated, have you?”
“Mistreated?” she repeated, stunned. What did he think Felicity’s looting of her fortune was? A day at the spa? “I don’t…I mean, I’m glad you’re here, Frank. You’ve always been a good friend of mine.”
“Of course I have, darling,” he said, and promptly patted her on the rump. Then he gave her shapely ass a firm squeeze. “I hope to be helping you with your current difficulties as well.”
Brenda just
stood frozen. Her first instinct was to
backhand the chauvinist pig, but that would alienate him. And it might alienate them all. She couldn’t afford to do anything that would
leave ill feelings towards her from the only people in
The memory of all those angry, shouting creditor and bankers below sent her heart to racing. She HAD to find at least one person willing to help her. Today. The bankers, at least, had to be satisfied, paid in full.
I can’t even afford a BAD lawyer right now, she thought, knowing that guaranteed she would lose and be sent to prison. And Lydia, too. I can’t fail Lydia again tonight.
Forcing a smile on her face Brenda took his offending hand in her own hands, and held on.
Meanwhile,
Charlie came up behind
“Hi, babe,”
Charlie said. She put her arm around
“Mr.
Vanderholm!”
“Don’t you want to help Brenda?” Charlie asked.
“Well, yes, but…,” she said, looking back and forth between the two older adults.
“But what?” Charlie said. “Mr. Vanderholm is willing to help. If given the right incentives.”
“And I’ll be eager to play the spoiler if I don’t receive said incentives,” Big Daddy said, leering at her youthful body all bound up in a cheap, too small dress. He patted the spot next to him. “Come now, little girl, come play with Big Daddy.”
Licking her
full red lips,
Together,
Big Daddy and Charlie slowly stripped the nineteen year old blonde beauty. She put up no fight whatsoever.
Once she
was stripped down to her red stilettos, Charlie produced a black leather dog
collar and buckled it around
Finally,
Big Daddy laid back and Charlie maneuvered
“Ooohhhhh,”
“MMmmmm,” Lydia groaned into the kiss, as she started a slow bounce up and down Big Daddy’s equally fat cock.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Brenda wasn’t aware of her ward’s predicament. She had her own problems.
“Oh! Frank, you scamp,” Brenda scolded the elderly multi-millionaire. He owned a chain of jewelry stores, and at fifty-four was semi-retired. “Can we talk business a moment?”
“What?” Ashley said, walking back over. “Brenda is such a downer. All business and no pleasure.”
“That’s going to have to change,” Frank said.
He placed his hand at the small of Brenda’s back and moved her to the wet bar. Brenda’s baby blues went wide as she was ushered towards the bar. What did Frank mean by that? Her throat tightened even as her twat began to ache and tingle, her belly erupted with butterflies. Ashley followed closely, her evil presence a dark weight upon the shapely, desperate woman. Brenda understood her predicament all too well. Danny had riled up her libido with nine days of sex, including three sessions that morning alone. Her voluptuous body was reacting profoundly to the prospect of imminent sex. Worse, she’d lost control of her body’s reactions after the second day with Danny.
Timothy was behind the bar dispensing drinks. “What’s your poison, babe?”
Brenda looked at Timothy. He was leering at her with hungry eyes. Looking around the room she noticed that everyone was watching her like predators, ready to pounce. Her head spun wildly, and for a second she thought her knees would buckle. But she reached way down, and found a bit of the spirit and backbone that made her a secret super heroine. So to fight her body’s need to surrender, she channeled all of her pent up frustrations and anger and glared at Timothy.
“You set us up,” she said. She should’ve seen it coming. If she wasn’t so desperate, Brenda would’ve demanded more information, demanded to know just who would be attending, and why. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing she’d betrayed herself just as much as Timothy betrayed her. “You sorry bastard.”
“Wouldn’t
you rather be sexually exploited by us rather than those skanky, unwashed
heathens in
Brenda felt her face flame red as she batted Ashley’s offending hand away. Did everyone know what she was doing? Or, more correctly, WHO she was doing? And what were the photos Ashley spoke about? Was she in them? Was she in any “compromising” positions?
Brenda placed both hands flat on the wet bar and took several deep steadying breaths. That didn’t help much, for her heart was still racing wildly. Sweat broke out all over her body, and the butterflies in her belly were in full riot as heat began to burn her aching, needy cunt.
“Gentlemen, I’ve been brought here under false pretenses,” Brenda said through clenched teeth, baby blues fiery. She wouldn’t let those perverts exploit her. She still had her pride. And her sterling reputation, though that might be a bit tarnished at the moment. But she fully intended to polish her reputation to a high shine very soon. “I don’t appreciate that one bit, and furthermore, I refuse to indulge your sick fantasies.”
“We refuse to allow you to refuse,” Ashley said into Brenda’s ear.
Before Brenda knew what was happening, Timothy seized her wrists. She pulled. Hard, but he was too strong. Indeed, she was stunned by how strong and tenacious he proved, since she always considered him weak and ineffectual as a man.
“Let….go..,” she said, struggling. Then Ashley cupped her right tit, and Frank’s cold hand slid up her left thigh and up under her skirt. “What? I said no!”
“You said you are a horny ho?” Ashley said, and they all laughed.
More men moved up behind her. Their groping hands soon joined Ashley’s and Frank’s. Someone’s hand began to tease her nether lips, sending shameful waves of pleasure radiating throughout her shapely body. Tiny animal noises started emanating from her full red lips.
Within seconds her skirt was unzipped and pulled down, exposing the fact she wore nothing under it. Then her blouse was ripped off her body, leaving her in nothing by garter belt, hose and heels. Again.
“Oh Goddess. Too much,” Brenda groaned, her head starting to loll around, panting furiously through slightly parted, glossy red lips. She closed her eyes, trying to summon up…something. Anything. Any shred of decency, of self-esteem, of her legendary STRENGTH. But Felicity, then Danny, and effectively battered her very self-image so thoroughly, so profoundly Brenda began to doubt herself. A first for her.
Very quickly, her body betrayed her, feeding on her self-doubts and her body’s natural need for hedonistic pleasure. A pleasure that was her bane, her weakest weak spot. Brenda was soon panting, moaning and groaning. She looked around at all the lusty faces and knew she was going to be passed around for a long time. Her body wanted it. Her crumbling pride cried out in indignation from a place deep, deep within, but she had no choice.
The memory of those terrible bankers and creditors downstairs in front of the building came to her. If she left now, they would probably seize her and drag her straight to the police, and file charges that the DA would LOVE to prosecute. She could not go downstairs to those enraged bankers without financial support from the men and women in that room. And they were not giving their support without something in return. Her body, and even if she submitted there was no promise of help. Just the CHANCE of it.
“Not all at once,” she gasped, humiliation burning. Ashley laughed triumphantly. “Please, I’ll ‘see’ each of you in turn. I just need assurances you will help me.”
“You take care of us, and we’ll take care of you,” Frank said.
Brenda nodded, her throat too tight to speak. Ashley stepped up with a collar and leash in hand. Everyone else backed up, leering hungrily. Brenda felt butterflies explode in her stomach, turning into white hot heat and her knees go weak. They wanted her to submit in the most humiliating manner imaginable to her most bitter rival.
“Please…don’t,” Brenda begged, looking for support or mercy among the other men and women. She knew better than plead with Ashley. But she found no succor among her former friends and associates. “Not this way.”
“Kneel and submit, Brenda,” Ashley commanded.
“Kneel and submit to Ashley,” Timothy said sharply. “Or else, you will be tossed out without the dress. And I’m reasonably sure a cop will be around to arrest you for public indecency.”
“You’re all monsters,” she hissed, baby blues flashing as she slowly dropped to her knees before Ashley Vanderholm. She licked her full red lips, heart hammering, face burning, and looked up at Ashley. “I s-sub….I submit to you.”
“Good girl, Brenda,” Ashley said smugly. She reached down and tapped Brenda’s chin. “Chin up, uber slut.”
Brenda raised her chin high, exposing her long, slender neck. Timothy joined them and lifted her long, silky black hair out of the way, and to allow everyone a good view of the proceedings. Then Ashley wrapped the black leather, silver studded slave collar around Brenda’s neck, buckled it and then fastened a small silver lock to ensure she couldn’t just take it off.
“Kiss my shoe,” Ashley commanded.
Brenda expected that command. She dropped to all fours, with the black leather leash snapped to the collar rising up to Ashley’s delicate, manicured hand. Brenda pressed her red lips to the red leather designer shoe, a long and lingering kiss, and then sat back, waiting for her next humiliating command.
“Oh my, I believe Brenda’s already been broken by that disgusting pig of a man, Danny Ritter,” Ashley said, laughing. “See how well she responds to commands?”
“Let’s see how well she fucks,” Frank said.
“Brenda, are you ready to get wet, wild and wicked with us?” Ashley said.
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes…mistress.”
“Better,” Ashley said. She tugged on the leash and Brenda rose up to her feet. Ashley cupped, then caressed one of Brenda’s magnificent 38Gs, enjoying the silky smooth, warm skin. “Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, Brenda. You are exquisite, which will make thoroughly debauching you that much more enjoyable for us all.”
Brenda was led across the room to an armless chair. Frank pulled open his shirt, and dropped his pants before sitting in that chair. Then at Ashley’s prompting, Brenda knelt between his knees and started stroking his semi-hard cock. Within seconds it was rock hard.
“I can’t believe that YOU want me to do this, Frank,” Brenda croaked out through a too tight throat. She moved up closer, deeper between his knees as her right hand steadily stroked his hard cock. Her wet, pink tongue slipped out and licked her already glossy, full red lips. She locked eyes with him, hoping he’d feel some guilt and call it all off, then help her out to alleviate his profound sense of guilt. But it wasn’t to be. He watched with lusty eyes as her face closed on his cock, lips parted and slowly pressed against the head of his cock.
“Oooooh, that was sexy,” Ashley purred, then gently pushed the back of Brenda’s head. Frank’s cock penetrated her lips, the head vanished inside, and Ashley watched with big, gleeful eyes as that thick, meaty shaft slipped into her hated foe’s mouth. “Now, Brenda, suck him off like you mean it, bitch. Make it hot and pretty.”
“Mmmmm,” Brenda groaned, her baby blues closing as she tasted him, was filled by him. There was something about giving oral sex that called to her most inner whore, the part of her she most wanted and needed to suppress. The “Aphrodite” part of the Aphrodite Gene that gave her super heroine powers. “Mmmmmm.” Slurp. Gulp. Gulp. Ssssllluurrp. “Hmmmm.”
Brenda bobbed her had a long minute, then started licking him up one side of his cock, and down the other. Her delicate fingers massaged his balls, raking long red nails across his hairy nutsack. He writhed beneath her, burying his hands deep in her silky, black mane. That felt good. Too good. And the taste, the smell…everything sent her over the top. Brenda stopped fighting it, and let her body do what it so wanted to do.
“Look at her go!” Timothy said.
“I always said there was a raging slut beneath that cool, collected exterior she showed the world,” Ashley said.
“Mmmm,” was all Brenda said. Of all the men there, she believed Frank was the most likely to honor his pledge to help her financially once they had all been sexually sated. So Brenda tried extra hard to please the middle-aged business man and multi-millionaire. She licked and sucked his cock and balls with gusto and no little talent after nine days with Danny Ritter. She quickly had him writhing, jumping, gasping. “Mmm.”
As she licked and sucked Frank, Brenda felt her own treasonous body responding to the sex. Her pussy was aching, burning like never before. Erotic heat infused her entire shapely body, making it harder to breathe. Ashley was the first to notice and comment on how hard and erect Brenda’s nipples became once she started sucking in earnest.
“Mount me,” Frank said with a strained voice. “I want to fuck your pussy. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Brenda, from the day I first laid eyes on you.”
“Anything at all for you, Frank,” Brenda said, giving his cock head a last, loving kiss as she locked eyes with him. That took his breath away. “I’m going to treat you, lover, just as good as you are going to treat me later.”
Brenda rose up gracefully, ensuring her 38Gs brushed Frank’s face. Then she straddled him, took hold of his cock and guided him straight into her pussy. Finally, Brenda let her weight first impale, then slide down his shaft.
“Oooo….aaahhhhh,” Brenda groaned as she slid down his pole. Her body changed almost immediately, that heady erotic heat she had learned to love and dread over the last nine days washed throughout her body. It pushed her dangerously close to climax. “Mmmm, so good.”
Timothy stepped up to her left and dropped his pants. His cock sprang up at her. Her throat instantly tightened as hunger consumed her. She wanted that cock in her mouth, in her pussy. Without thought, she leaned that way and reached out to seize the offered cock. Taking it in hand, Brenda guided it straight into her mouth.
“Oh, YES!” Timothy cried. “I’ve dreamed of this day!”
Brenda sucked enthusiastically at his cock while she bounced up and down upon Frank’s hard cock. While she rode his cock, Frank took the time and pleasure to play with her titanic tits. He licked, kissed and sucking on her nipples, and mashed and massaged her huge tits. Within minutes Brenda was sitting on the brink, but fought it off knowing that the longer she fought the orgasm back the stronger the climax would be when she was finally overwhelmed by it.
“It doesn’t…get any…better than this,” Frank gasped out.
Brenda could tell he was in the same situation as herself, fighting down a threatening climax to stretch out his pleasure as long as possible. So she pushed his face between her monster tits and then pressed them together for him.
“Ooo!” Frank cried, his seed spurting out deep inside his former business partner.
Frank’s climax excited Timothy, and he suddenly released his cum across Brenda’s tongue. Brenda’s cheeks ballooned out, surprising her by the amount Timothy shot into her. She struggled to swallow it all, as Danny trained her to do, and lost control of her own libido. Almost immediately she felt her body slip over the top and go into that mad unstoppable rush to climax.
“Oh! I…Ooohhhhh!” Brenda cried, mouth still half full of Timothy’s cock. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwww!”
“Did you see that?” Ashley said. “What a slut! What a raging whore she is.” They all laughed before Ashley continued. “She literally whored herself off to Frank, all but telling him she is fucking him for money.”
Brenda ignored her, too busy licking and sucking first Timothy, then Frank clean. Then Ashley pulled her to her feet.
“Next,” Ashley said.
Brenda smiled at Ernest Somerset and Jason Edwards. Ernest was a former Wade Industries Vice-President Brenda forced to retire a year back and Jason a millionaire stockbroker she only knew at parties. She figured Jason to be a young forty-seven, while Ernest was only sixty-two, but looked seventy-five. He had aged badly since his forced early retirement.
“Looks like two stepped up to the plate,” Ashley said. “Squat down, Brenda.”
Brenda obeyed, squatting between the two men. She squatted so low she was all but sitting on her calves. They only had eyes for her just then, and those eyes were full of pure lust.
“Suck them both off at the same time,” Ashley said.
“Yes, Mistress Ashley.”
Brenda unzipped first Jason, then Ernest. Pulling out their cocks, she started sucking Ernest while jacking off Jason. After a few minutes she reversed it, sucking Jason and whacking off Ernest. As she sucked and jacked them off, she glanced around and realized it was going to be a long day, and maybe even night.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Lydia thought old men were easier to please in bed. So she wasn’t too pleased to learn it wasn’t necessarily true. Big Daddy took almost forty-five minutes to get off, including sucking, fucking and titty fucking. In comparison, Charlie was relatively easy to eat out and sexually satisfy.
Since her
lesbian sex show for Big Daddy with sexy Charlie, a parade of men had come back
to “visit”
She found
Brenda on her knees, with Ashley standing over her, legs wide and holding
Brenda’s leash tightly. Brenda’s face
was buried in Ashley’s blonde muff, slurping loudly as she ate out her most
hated rival. Then Ashley turned around,
and
“Brenda, that was nice,” Ashley said. “Now, tongue my ass hole in earnest. I want to feel penetration.”
“Yes mistress,” Brenda said dejectedly.
Once again, Brenda spread Ashley’s satiny cheeks, and pushed her hot, wet tongue up against the puckered hole. She felt Ashley relaxing her sphincter, and she pushed. Ashley groaned as Brenda’s tongue penetrated her poop chute. At that moment the other men and women burst out laughing. Face burning, Brenda butt-fucked Ashley with her tongue until she was too tired to continue.
Brenda and
“Wait!” Brenda cried. “What about the money? What about financial support?”
“We decided against it,” Ashley said. “You two are clearly cheap whores, so beneath our contempt.”
“But you FORCED us to become whores!” Brenda cried. “You forced us to whore ourselves off to you. We did our part, you have to help us get back on our feet.”
“You
promised,”
“No, whore,
we never PROMISED,” Ashley said. “We
merely implied we would help. We never
had any intentions of saving your skanky butts from prostitution and
debauchery. We all LOVE the idea of
Brenda Wade whoring herself to
“Yeah,” Big Daddy said, leering at them. “We just wanted to fuck you before you got too nasty and skanky.”
“You know,” Ashley said, smiling smugly. “We wanted to be the one that pushed you over the top, truly making you both whores in the most base sense of the word. And we succeeded splendidly.”
“You filthy bastards! I’ll get you for this!” Brenda shouted teary eyed. “You will all pay.”
“Maybe next time,” Frank said. “Yes, I believe next time we meet, I will have to pay you up front.”
The
remaining men and women laughed uproariously at that joke. All Brenda and
Brenda and
“Time to return you two to the gutter we dragged you out of earlier today,” Ashley said. She picked up both leashes and tugged. The gorgeous blonde and brunette stood up with sensuous grace. The sight took Ashley’s breath away.
“Heel, dogs,” Ashley snapped and strode out the door.
Brenda and