Part 21

“You don’t think you went a little over the top with Mum do you Trevor? Asked Claire Taylor of her boyfriend when cuddling up to him in bed that night, after having stood by watching Trevor not only beating her Mother until Karen Taylor was genuinely begging for mercy, but afterward sexually using and humiliating her in a display of almost sadistic sexual domination Claire Taylor had not previously thought Trevor to be capable of.

Not that Claire had been overly concerned over the suffering of her Mother at the hands of her boyfriend, it was more a case of her having discovered a completely different side of her young boyfriend, one that excited and somewhat frightened her in equal measure. For with her exhausted Mother in her bedroom sleeping off a day of sexually motivated beatings, both in the office of Sean Brady, before Trevor had then taken her to task when they’d arrived home, Claire Taylor was by then feeling another, stranger emotion, that of a jealousy she’d never previously experienced.

For it appeared to Claire that in all intents she was now playing second fiddle to her bitch mother in the eyes of Trevor. Yes she’d spent many intriguing hours with Trevor dividing retribution toward her dishonest and cheating bitch Mother, certain that Karen Taylor needed taking down and paid back for all the times she’d cheated on her family and for her devotion toward and scheming with that other bitch Annie Day. It was more that as young as she was, Claire Taylor was experienced enough to recognise how extreme pleasure and frenzied sexual emotion could easily overtake someone, and that’s exactly what she’d seen, not in those only in her boyfriend, but also in the eyes and features of her Naked Mother during the time she was fucked by Trevor and the numerous beatings he’d given her today, while for much of that time Claire simply been an observant bystander.

That where through her anger it had been Claire herself who’d first taken umbrage toward her Mother in no uncertain terms, when even going so far as painfully sexually assaulting the shocked and ultimately fearful mature beauty, even if Claire had been unaware her boyfriend had installed secret cameras in her mothers bedroom, recording her every movement and of course his girlfriends sexual assault on her mother.

Now admitting just how excited and sexually energised she’d become at the sight of her naked and distressed mother left tied to be bed by the odious Kevin Smith, and of how she’d allowed herself to get carried away at the sight of her beautiful body, the fact was she had assumed she’d been doing so as part of a team with Trevor.

That having heard Trevors explanations, Claire believed she was saving her home and absent father from financial ruin, which was no doubt true and although initially having reservations over her blackmailed Mother being spirited away to be trained as a sex slave, although having reservations, Claire had again gone with the flow in expectation her eventually having complete control of her mother ... and of her gorgeous busty body.

However after the Morning spent by her mother being subjugated at the hands of others at the strange ‘bookshop” before Trevor then took control upon their return home, it then gradually appeared to Claire that Trevor was in fact becoming more and more fixated with her Mother and in the process thoroughly enjoying the part he’d been given by Sean Brady in her Mother’s future ‘Training’

The catalyst for Claire’s concerns had been her being consulted by Trevor about the arrival that evening of the awful Kevin Smith, the youth Trevor had told her was responsible for her Mother’s initial subjugation, but whose scruffy nonchalant appearance was in stark contrast to that of Trevor, who for some reason now appeared to be enthralled by the smaller thin faced mean looking youth, although much to her own embarrassment it hadn’t taken Claire long to discover just why that was. Having sated his desires with the already exhausted Karen Taylor when she’d returned from the Office of Sean Brady still wearing no more than black stockings, suspenders and heels, Trevor had then pretty much taken control, first when having the naked Karen making them all a snack and drink, before leaving the puzzled Claire to look on when her Mother, too exhausted to resist him, was then carried by Trevor into the dining room where he then excitedly went about securing Karen’s wrists and ankles to the four table legs while ensuring her legs were hanging over the table end, leaving the naked Karen wide open and Very very vulnerable.

Already exhausted and bemused by the events of he past forty eight hours, Karen Taylor could do little more than lay on the table top pleading and whimpering toward her daughter, before with an authority that surprised and worried her, Claire then found herself instructed by Trevor to strip off and to stand by her Mother’s head so he’d be able to compare Mother and Daughter.

Certainly Claire had wanted to punish and even sexually abuse her Mother, but what had been pretty much a demand from Trevor for her to strip off had surprised Claire, for theirs was supposedly an equal partnership. Although such was the sexually charged atmosphere in the room it wasn’t long before both her short skirt, tee shirt, bra and panties were around her ankles and the oddly embarrassed naked Claire was standing by her Mothers head at the far end of the dinner table beside the head of her mother with Trevor standing between her Mothers legs, smiling at what was his girlfriends slimmer, only slightly smaller breasted, yet otherwise very similar face and figure of her naked mother and bound mother on the table beside her.

It was then the now naked and suddenly stunned Claire Taylor heard another, far meaner voice. Oh yeah ... now that I do like to see Trevor, all these bitches need now is a good fucking” And so came Claire’s first introduction to the mean faced scruffy figure of Kevin Smith, standing just inside the dining room and grinning lecherously at the naked figures of Karen and her astonished daughter, who after recovering some form of composure stared at Trevor and exclaimed. “What the fuck is this” before a strangely unperturbed Trevor smiled at his girlfriend and replied.

“Calm down Claire, this is Kevin, the guy responsible for discovering all of your Mums naughty secrets and saving your home for you, so having already met your Mum, the least he deserves is a good look at the woman he’s been helping, so why don’t you just enjoy yourself and put on a show for him, so let’s begin with you stroking Mums tits for Kevin.”

Hardly able to believe her ears, Claire had glared at her unblinking boyfriend, before eventually realising that perhaps Trevor really did have a point, that as repugnant as it appeared she owed the thin faced scruffy youth, so perhaps engaging in her new favourite pastime of playing with her Mother’s body would take her mind from his lecherous staring toward her naked body.

Realising Trevor hadn’t replied because he was fast asleep, Claire instead recalled her surprise when having followed his instructions to play with her Mother’s breasts and nipples, Trevor had then stepped aside and allowed Kevin Smith to take his place between her horrified Mothers wide spread legs and with her mesmerised daughter staring at the erection Kevin withdrew from his Jeans, the greasy youth wasted no time plunging his cock into her gasping helpless Mother. “Oh yeah baby, you remember this?, don’t you just love it” Claire recalled Kevin taunting her while watching him throwing his Mother’s legs over her shoulders and then telling her. “Hey Claire baby, let’s see some action at your end, your cunt must in need of some attention from your bitch mummies tongue”!.

Even now, laying there alongside her boyfriend, Claire continued to be amazed at just how easily she’d complied with Kevin Smiths demands, as with her crotch at table height she’d grabbed a fistful of her mother’s hair and after tugging her face toward her wet throbbing cunt, she had been astonished but delighted when eventually emerging from between her lips, Karen Taylor’s tongue had found its way between her daughters cunt lips.

Whether her Mother had become aroused through Kevin’s steady rhythmic fucking of her own cunt, or through a new found obedience toward her daughter had hardly mattered to Claire, who with her hand stroking her mother’s breasts and nipples and her eyes fixated to Kevin’s pumping cock, settled herself into a position allowing her Mother’s tongue free access of her cunt while gradually bringing her daughter toward an orgasm.

“Ahhhh shit ... I’m coming you bitch”! Claire vividly recalled Kevin eventually exclaiming after at least fifteen minutes of brutally fucking her mother, before to her horror, Kevin was then pulling out from her mother’s cunt and after leaning forward, jerking himself off until his hot semen began spraying over her mother’s face and her own pussy and stomach...

With Trevor now softy snoring beside her and with her cunt yet again wet and throbbing, the naked Claire Taylor slipped silently from the bed and made her way to her Mother’s bedroom, where wearing the padlocked collar and chain Trevor had earlier locked around her neck before securing the chain to the bedhead, Claire’s Mother Karen Taylor drifted in and out of a troubled sleep beneath a single sheet.

Sliding into the bed alongside her Mother in the darkened bedroom and slipping her arm beneath her neck, the pained fearful and angry Karen Taylor, at least relieved it was her daughter rather than Trevor or Kevin Smith, began pleading with Claire that she not only release her neck from the dreadful collar, but while careful not to antagonise Claire, pleading she put a stop to her torment at the hands of those dreadful boys and get her out of this mess.

“So we can be a family again and tell that young thug Sean Brady and his friends to go to hell” pleaded Karen Taylor.

However, Claire Taylor was too aware of her Mother’s manipulative nature and realised she was now doing no more than attempting to create a split between her and Trevor. So with her hand again stroking Karen’s breasts as though fixated by them, Claire replied by telling her Mother that no matter what she said, things had gone to far for her to help her, that Sean Brady and his friends had all the evidence they needed to ensure she either worked for him, or be exposed for what she is and even go to jail as an embezzling thief and liar, prepared to sacrifice her family for the sake of her butch lesbian lover.

Then slipping her fingers from between her mother’s legs Claire added. “But if you learn how to be nice to me then at least I can make things a lot easier at home for you Mum, I could tell Trevor to keep that nasty Kevin away from you and even make sure Trevor isn’t nasty toward you if you behave yourself” With Karen Taylor by then having pretty much resigned herself to the fate awaiting her at the ‘Bookshop’ at the hands of the terrible Sean Brady, Claire’s fingers between her cunt lips were in fact not overly unwelcome and if being ‘nice’ to Claire was as pleasurable as this and the taste of Claire’s own cunt, then at least she’d won at least a minor victory, so why not try for another.

“You know I’ll do anything to please you darling ... but what about my friend Annie? I’ve not heard from her and she’s not returned my calls, so I’m worried something may have have also happened to her, that’ those brutes at the bookshop could be doing the same things they did to me ... so please Claire, please try getting hold of Annie, at least to make sure she’s okay ... please Claire, I’ll do whatever you want but please do that one thing for me ... please darling”

Having confiscated her Mother’s smart phone until such time she may need it, Claire was also aware there’d been no recent calls from Annie Day and although Claire was oblivious as to the fact her Mother’s lover Annie Day was in fact responsible for her demise, Claire no reason why she shouldn’t try and allay her Mother’s fears for her lover, even if she’d no intention of allowing Annie Day anywhere near her Mother.

“Sure, I’ll do that for you Mum” whispered Claire before closing her mouth and lips over those of her Mother and as their tongues met and her finger began massaging Karen’s enlarged clitoris such was her pleasure in making love to her Mother Claire decided she would indeed call Annie Day and if nothing more discover just what hold she had over Mother that made Karen Taylor so obedient toward her.

Catherine Dixon:

‘3 o’clock Friday afternoon, so looking forward to seeing you. Love Annie’

Once again looking at the text she’d received a couple of days after spending the night with her son Dan in his Bedroom, Catherine Dixon could only assume it was Dan who had supplied this Annie Daywith her mobile phone number, although having been unsure as to whether she should ask Dan if that were the case, Catherine had at least informed him of the text and it’s details, while hoping her son would perhaps provide his Mother with some idea of what she should expect from the visit of an unknown woman and friend of her sister Vicky.

However, other than smiling at his Mother, Dan had been non committal, telling her only that she should obviously be wearing something more than she was right then, which being no more than a red tie side thong, had come as a great relief to Catherine, before Dan then added he still expected his Mother to look her best for a friend of her sister, whatever that may have meant.

For surely Annie Day, whom Catherine could barely recall previously meeting, simply intended to visit the sister of her friend, who according to Dan was new to the area, although while she had rung Vicky a couple of times to speak with her sister about her friend, Catherine hadn’t as yet been able to get through to Vicky.

Eventually, with the arrival of Friday and with Dan having left for college and the house otherwise empty, Catherine followed her now well established routine before meeting anyone, professionally or otherwise, that of after lunch allowing herself the luxury of a long hot soak in a bubble bath, before today selecting a set of powder blue satin lingerie complete with tan stockings and suspenders, while doing so vaguely recalling this was the very same set she’d worn that fateful afternoon she was supposed to discuss a career in teaching with Sean Brady and his Friend Tom French.

“Oh my Lord ... look how that had turned out” Catherine mused while securing the bra around her generous breasts and gold nipple rings, although telling herself she very much doubted she’d be doing so with Annie Day or ending up being spanked over her knees, even if that was now a regular occurrence for her, with both men and women.

“Still, why shouldn’t I be a little naughty” though Catherine when feeling a little aroused by recollections of what Sean Brady and his friend had done to her on that fateful afternoon. So after a little hunting around, Catherine was eventually standing before her full length mirror wearing the very same white pleated skirt and blue cashmere jumper she’d worn that same afternoon, even if the skirt along with all her others, been shortened to above the knee under the instructions of Sean Brady, they were still a perfect fit and Catherine could not but help complimenting herself that her figure was the same if not better than a couple of years ago.

Standing before the mirror and still a little aroused at thoughts of Sean Brady, Catherine was unable to resist delving inside the cashmere jumper and releasing one of her large breasts from the blue bra before twisting the gold ring around her nipple, not only causing her nipple to harden but for her arousal to find its way down to her now throbbing cunt. After a couple of minutes of shameless pleasuring Catherine eventually told herself to stop being so naughty, after all she was expecting a visit from a friend of Vicky, which would be as far as it gets from her being spanked and fucked by Sean Brady while Tom French was shooting his hot Semen into her mouth. With this thought in mind Catherine remembered that although that was the only occasion she’d seen Tom French that was far from the case with Sean Brady and although to all intents she was now owned by Peter Harris Catherine couldn’t help but wonder if the hand of Sean Brady was somehow connected with her visitor.

No, decided Catherine, surely Dan would have said something to her had that been the case, besides Sean Brady didn’t even know her sister Vicky. And so dismissing such ideas as mere paranoia Catherine decided she could look forward to some good old girlie gossip, maybe with Annie even spilling the beans about any mischief Vicky may be getting up to since she’d last seen her older sister. Although mischievous was hardly how she’d describe her sometimes overbearing and even bullying sister, something Which had often been he case when the sisters were younger and in later life led to them not being a close as they should have been.

Nonetheless, as her current situation with her son left her not having that many visitors other than ‘clients’ these days, Catherine was in fact looking forward to the afternoon, which although starting with her being a little naughty with herself, gave Catherine a rare opportunity to entertain ab ordinary visitor at home and so for the occasion she’d already organised tea and cake in the kitchen to offer her guest.

So An hour later Catherine had opened the front door to a very tall woman with short greying hair of indeterminate age, perhaps even around fifty, thought Catherine while taking in her severe grey business suit of jacket, a knee length skirt and black heels along with the brown leather handbag style briefcase she held. Although if her appearance was severe, then the smile of Annie Day when introducing herself to Catherine was full of warmth, when having kissed Catherine’s cheek, Annie then told her.

“I’m guessing you don’t remember me from the Ladies Lunch party Catherine, it was some time ago, but I really was so thrilled when your sister Vicky suggested I should have a chat with you as I’ve only just relocated to the area, I’m sure we’ve lots in common and you’ve such a lovely house, I’d love you to show me around ... if that’s not being too forward Catherine”

Blushing a little at little at the warmth of her greeting and although feeling just a little overwhelmed by this severe looking woman even taller than Dan, Catherine was none the less soon ushering Annie Day into her home...

Only a few days earlier, after Victoria Preston had admitted to Annie Day that her minder Dan was in fact her sister Catherine’s son and Vicky’s subsequent whispered plea she say nothing to her sister about her situation, had all been manna from heaven to Annie Day and along with Dan unwittingly jottingq his Mothers phone number on the back of one the ‘business’ cards he’d had printed, was all very useful information which Annie had soon gone about putting to good use.

For the moment she’d left Vicky’s house, Annie Day had driven straight to the address printed on Dan’s foolish card, where from the end of the enclosed driveway she saw two similar luxury salon cars parked close by the house.

One of them surely must belong to Catherine Dixon, decided Anne and with Dan probably still with his Aunt Vicky, the other could well belong to a visitor, perhaps even a client she was ‘entertaining’, thought Annie when noting curtains were drawn across an upstairs window, although Annie knew the possibility of young Dan’s Mother being a whore along with her sister remained mere supposition until she’d discovered a lot more about Catherine Dixon, mused Annie and there was only one way to do so.

For although appearing inconceivable that Catherine wasn’t aware of her son’s activities, the fact was it was her own sister Victoria, her own flesh and blood her son was pimping and minding, so Surely a woman of the class and breeding of Catherine Dixon would never be a party to such squalid behaviour ... unless she herself was somehow involved!

All of which only intrigued and excited Annie Day all the more, for this could well be a new beginning for her, an opportunity to put the unfortunate loss of Karen Taylor behind her, while gaining perhaps the more preferable Catherine Dixon as her slave and submissive bedmate. So Annie realised she needed more information, for information is power and it could well be Catherine Dixon was unaware her son was playing the part of pimp to a sister working for the notorious Peter Harris.

Although On the other hand, with her son Dan involved, it could well be Catherine Dixon was also working for Peter Harris and fully aware her sister Vicky was doing the same in some form of weird family business, which could well mean that having already seen Annie fucking his Mothers sister, then Dan could well pre warn Catherine of the probable nature of Annie’s visit.

Even worse would be if Catherine Dixon was working for Peter Harris and he were told of her visit to Catherine Dixon’s house, then Annie could well find herself in even more trouble with him. Annie decided that although sounding very complicated, all those involved and perhaps more could well form part of a circus of which Peter Harris was the ringmaster. If that were indeed the case then she’d have to tread very carefully, thought Annie after having already discovered for herself the power and brutality of Peter Harris and his brutal so called chauffeur Charles.

It all went back to the power of knowledge and Annie was always up for a challenge where a new submissive slave was concerned and having already tricked young Dan into revealing far more than he should have done, Annie saw no reason she shouldn’t use the phone call she’d make to Dan, ostensibly giving him the day and time she intended to visit his Mother, as a means of eliciting the one piece of information she needed for her to blackmail Catherine Dixon into doing her bidding without the knowledge of Peter Harris ... and there’d be nothing her son could possibly do to save his Mother from her clutches!...

Not wanting Dan to spot and recognise her Car when arriving home from his Aunt Vicky’s house, after giving a final glance to the closed upstairs curtains and to note there was now a light on behind them, Annie regrettably took the decision to drive home. As much as she’d love to have see who it was leaving the house, such matters could and would wait until after she’d spoken to Dan Dixon, for he was the key to the answer she needed...

“Hi there Dan, its Annie from the other day, listen, I really wanted to thank you for the help you gave me and the fun I had with your Aunt Vicky” began Annie when calling the number printed on the card Dan had given her. “Oh Yeah, sure ... no problem “ Dan had replied guardedly, a little taken aback Annie had referred to his Aunt as Vicky, rather than her ‘professional’ name of Maria Best, the name used by Vicky’s regular clients.

“And to remind you to tell your Mother Catherine to expect me at 3 o’clock sharp Friday afternoon” replied Annie before with a sharper note to her voice then adding. “I’m so looking forward to chatting to your mother again Dan and please don’t worry about anything being said about your Aunt Vicky, you are a very fortunate young man to have such a beautiful Aunt to er ... look after, but believe me I’m the soul of discretion, I really appreciated you organising her and looking after me Dan and I’ll be only too pleased to help you in any way I can in future, ... anything all Dan, you have my number”

Having taken a sigh of relief his indiscretion in providing his Mothers phone number to Annie Day wouldn’t result in his Mother discovering his relationship with her sister Victoria, Dan then replied. “Yeah, thanks, no problem, I’m sure you’ll enjoy you chat with Mum” before Annie added. “Anyway I expect your Mother Catherine is as every bit as obedient toward Peter Harris as Vicky is toward you Dan” “Oh yeah, you can say that again, Mr. Harris doesn’t put up with any nonsense”

Replied Dan thoughtlessly while feeling more than a little aroused by Annie’s almost come and get me invitation a moment ago and thankful she would say nothing to his mother of his relationship with Vicky, unaware he had in fact just told Annie Day everything she’d wanted to hear from him. That his Mother was indeed another ‘Pet’ of Peter Harris while unaware her own sister was also working for him and therefore unaware her son Dan was very probably also fucking her sister. All that remained now was for Annie to discover whether or not young Dan Dixon was also fucking his mother...

“Well the tea and cake really were delicious, I can just imagine people queuing up to taste your hospitality Catherine” Smiled Annie a little later, after finishing the plate Catherine had placed before her and wondering if Catherine had caught on to her double entendres about ‘tasting’ Catherine’s Hospitality, while again taking a good look at her hosts stockinged clad legs below her short white pleated skirt, a view enhanced by a glimpse of Catherine’s suspender belt tabs when occasionally crossing her legs. “Wow, the little bitch is just so hot!” Decided Annie, thinking Catherine was obviously just as well, if not better trained in the arts of dressing to please as Karen Taylor.

For there was not doubt that aside from her short skirt, even dressed demurely as she now was, Catherine Dixon exuded an understated sexuality from every pore of her being, from the heaving of her obviously large and still firm breasts to her gloriously tapered ankles.

A sexuality that from the moment she first saw her on her doorstep, to the occasions she’d perhaps unknowingly gave glimpses of her upper thighs and stocking tops, Catherine Dixon had increasingly excited Anne Day and whether she knew it or not, before she left this house Catherine would be getting a very thorough lesson in Annie’s own rather stern brand of sexual arousal. Of that there was no doubt, for from her own superior strength to threats of blackmail over her son, Annie Day knew she held all the cards required in ensuring Catherine Dixon’s submission toward her.

Catherine herself was in no doubt that while for the past hour enjoying the company and easy on the ear conversation and gossip of Annie Day, to the extent of them often laughing together whenever Annie entertained her with stories of her sister Vicky’s often infamous sense of grandeur during those Ladies Luncheons, she was also aware of an easy yet steely dominant edge to the tall grey haired woman.

Although inwardly shivering a little and reluctant to show embarrassment by tugging her skirt down her legs, Catherine was only to aware of Annie’s eyes burning into her thighs whenever she crossed her legs, embarrassedly thinking perhaps her shortened white shirt was also allowing her stocking tops and suspenders to be in full view.

So it was with a mixture of relief and apprehension that when rising from her chair, Catherine hearing Annie exclaim. “So Catherine, are you going to show me around your wonderful home before I leave?”. “Yes of course Annie, I’d be honoured to show you my home, although it’s nothing special” replied Catherine, for some reason hoping Annie wasn’t expecting to go upstairs to the bedrooms.

Unfortunately Catherine wasn’t about to get her wish, for although the downstairs tour of the Dixon house was very much appreciated by Annie Day, with her platitudes of furnishings, decoration and equipment in all the downstairs rooms and kitchen, Catherine was then powerless to prevent Annie from almost marching her way upstairs while exclaiming.

“What a beautiful house you have Catherine, I’m dying to see the bedrooms” leaving Catherine unable to do more than dutifully following the tall crop haired Annie Day upstairs and along the landing, before without a query to Catherine, Annie was surveying the inside of the bedroom Caroline still used on the odd occasion and which thankfully Catherine kept spick and span for her daughter, much to Annie’s gushing admiration. An administration that was to continue when Annie then entered the guest bedroom, to the extent of earning Catherine a hug of admiration from the far taller woman. “Oh yes Sweetie, you really do have such a beautiful home, it’s far better and more inviting than my own place” gushed Annie before to Catherine’s concern making her way along to the next bedroom, where Unable or unwilling and perhaps even a little afraid, Catherine said nothing when Annie then tried the locked door of Dan’s bedroom.

“Oh ... this one is locked Sweetie” “It’s Dan’s room” replied Catherine lamely, a little perturbed at being referred to as ‘sweetie’ before to her consternation Annie was then asking her why on earth her son would want to lock his bedroom room door.

“It’s a boy thing I imagine, you know what teenagers are like” replied Catherine in a defence of her son she knew was far from the truth, before with her arm again hugging her, a suddenly horrified Catherine found herself being asked.

“So does Dan jerk off into your best panties in there Sweetie? I know that’s what many boys of his age do and leaving his Mum to clear up after them, although if Dan is keeping his room locked then it could well be full of your soiled panties Catherine”

Horrified at this sudden turn of events and language while being too aware of the real reason Dan kept his door locked, Catherine was at first a little flustered and then astounded to hear Annie telling her she was an expert at locks and could soon open the door should Catherine wished to retrieve her ‘semen soiled panties’