Alternative Plot Three

I followed the sexy maid into Helen's suite. Helen lounged in the nude with four of her executive wife friends. Her cocky air put me on the defensive. I countered by a show of bravado, stepping forward and saying, "Helen, you could have at least warned us as to the nature of this retreat. I hardly think this is a fitting place to bring young childr..."

Helen silenced me with a raised hand then said, "You shut up and listen." I gulped. "I have waited a long time to get you up here. You will leave here one week from now either as the wife of one of our new rising stars, or as the wife of an unemployed bum with a poor recommendation. If it is the latter, and you make any trouble what-so-ever, I'll spare no expense to hunt your family down, kill you and your husband, sell your son to the white sex slave trade, and place your daughter into slavery right here until she turns eighteen. You don't want to know what we do to them when they turn eighteen. It is not a happy birthday when you are the candle and the cake is a huge pile of kindling wood."

I couldn't speak, move, run, or throw up. I just stood there with my mouth open. Had those words been spoken by anyone other than Helen Cummings, I would have spat in her face. I knew Helen was dead serious, and that she could and would do exactly what she said. Her next words were, "Strip!" What could I do? I stripped.

I soon stood before these women stark naked. Helen got up brandishing a long thin rod, slapping it against her palm. She advanced on my trembling form and shouted, "Stand with your legs apart, arms out." I moved into the position.

She circled me twice, then brought the rod arching down across my stomach. I screamed and dropped to my knees, clutching my belly. She yelled, "Stand up, bitch!"

I quickly stood and assumed the position. Another blow cut across my buttocks, stinging like a thousand wasp stings. Tears poured from my eyes. She moved around and swung up, cutting the underside of my breasts. I cried and clutched my breasts. Another blow hit the backs of my thighs and straightened me up. While behind me, she brought the rod up between my legs. The pain was excruciating and dropped me to my knees once again. By this time, I hurt all over and my mind reeled from the pain and shock. I begged and pleaded, but only got orders to resume the position. She moved in front and ordered me to thrust out my cunt. My eyes pleaded, but I did as she instructed, knowing what was coming. The anticipation was the worst part as I watched her draw back and come up between my legs. She applied a dozen sharp strokes to the center of my sex. By the time she finished, I was on my knees, numb between my legs.

Helen stepped forward and I looked into her shaved sex. A gentle pressure on the back of my head told me my next move. I pressed my face into her loins and slavishly used my tongue, tasting my first pussy. She stood casually and said, "Right now, your husband is balling Cassandra as he has been doing for the past six months. Your kids are undoubtedly perusing the toys and material in the room and getting very turned on. Would you like to know what your role is this week?"

I shuddered to think but nodded my head vigorously while keeping my tongue deeply buried in Helen's musky sex. She said, "You are here to entertain me and my guests. Actually, I should say, you and your children." I groaned, but did not stop my licking. "Each day we gather for dinner and supper. We like a floor show when we dine. You will provide the floor shows. This afternoon, I think we'll start with something mild. I think I'll have you auction off Jenny's clothes." I pleaded with my eyes, but kept licking. "Dress her in a full ensemble: heels, stockings, garters, panties, skirt, blouse, bra, even a hat if you'd like. I'll leave the choreography to you. Be imaginative. Think sexy. If your show is not exciting enough, Jenny will be tied up and whipped by you. The audience votes by a simple thumbs up or thumbs down. But I warn you, they don't impress easily."

Helen stepped away and returned to sit with her friends. They were all smiling. I began to implore, but Helen stopped me immediately, saying, "There's nothing you can say that I want to hear. If you don't cooperate, I'll have you, Jenny, and Steven stripped, beaten, and bound in vulnerable positions for the enjoyment of the members all week. Bill will lose his job and you will live with option number two - silence or death. I'm sure that answers any questions you may have had. Now, go get your little whore ready for the show."

I rose to unsteady feet, gathered my clothes, and backed out. I dressed downstairs under the eyes of several leering members and two staff people. I went immediately to the cabin and saw that the car was gone. Once inside, I saw that Bill was gone, too. Steven was still absorbed with the magazines and barely looked up. Jenny ran to my arms and cried, "Mom, Daddy went off with a naked lady. She just called him and he went."

I tried to soothe her as Steven said, "Yeah, if she had called me, I'd have gone too. She was a real knock-out, Mom."

I stroked Jenny's head and said, "Kids, these people are very sick. We are in a very dangerous position with no way out. I have just received the beating of my life with a thin cane."

Steven looked up and said, "Really! Were you naked?"

"Yes, and it wasn't amusing, Steven. These people are serious. You may be next, young man, so get that smirk off your face." I took Jenny by the shoulders and said, "Sweetheart, you're going to have to be very brave this week."

"Are they going to beat me, too?"

"I certainly hope not, but they might. Honey, they want me to auction off your clothes this afternoon at a dinner show."

Steven looked up and said, "Hey, far out. Will I get to see?"

I shot Steven a dirty look and said, "Steven, Please!"

Tears immediately formed in her eyes as she cried, "Mom, No! They can't make us do that."

"Honey, they can and they will. Furthermore, if the show isn't exciting enough, they say I'll have to beat you myself. I'll do it, too. I have no other choice, believe me."

"Mom, no!"

"Listen to me, Jenny. This is no game; this is life and death. They are prepared to kill us if we cause trouble. If we cooperate, Dad will keep his job and get a big promotion. Jenny, whether we cooperate or not, you will not leave here a virgin, I'm quite certain of that."

Jenny's mouth fell open in shock. Steven turned a page and said, "So who wants to leave anywhere a virgin."

I strode over to the bed and flipped through the magazines until I found one showing a man with a large penis buried to the hilt in a boy's backside. I tapped the photo and said, "Jenny isn't the only one subject to losing her virginity, smart ass. Do you still stand by what you said?" He went pale and swallowed hard. I said, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm upset and nervous. I'm, under a great deal of stress right now. Your father not being here doesn't help." I turned back to Jenny and said, "We need to be thinking about this show. I don't want you beaten, Jenny, not by me or anyone else. Forget your modesty or your virginity and think about survival. From here on out, that's all I'm thinking about. I suggest you two do likewise."

Jenny cried, "Mom, this can't be happening."

"It is happening, Jenny. Get used to it. Don't make this any harder than it already is."

I had a difficult time getting Jenny ready. Helen had some things sent down that she thought we could use: spike heels, fishnet nylons, a garter belt, and half-cup bra. I made Jenny put them on, though we had no privacy and drew a great deal of attention. Steven was the worst. He leered at her body and made occasional wise cracks. I decided to ignore him. When she was dressed, I stood back and looked her over, making her turn in place. Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes did not add to the effect, so I gave her another talk and applied heavier make-up. In the end, she looked gorgeous, like a junior street walker. I had her pace the room and offered tips on putting a sexy sway to her step. Afterwards, we rehearsed our act. This was the hardest part of all, because I found it difficult to advise her to show off her tits and cunt when they got bared. I thought it would be a nice touch if I was forceful, even mean, since I figured she might balk once we were on stage and clothing started falling. I warned her to expect my act.