Chapter 2: The Breaking of Sally

Sally Turner spent the next two weeks a nervous wreck because of what happened on that lonely country road. She kept waiting for something bad to happen, and she was sure when it arrived it would destroy her family. She stayed mostly at home, and would only go out to meet with people who seemed ready to buy or sell a house. Sally could not believe she allowed herself to be publicly stripped and photographed. The worst part about the incident was that her son's best friend had seen, hell... he had his nose in her pussy fur! Sally could vividly recall all of the humiliation of being stripped by the side of the road. Sally was slowly beginning to believe her life would never get back to normal, and she prayed nightly Bobby would never show those cruel pictures to her son, but she was too afraid to confront him.

Jeff, Sally's husband, was on his way back to his office after lunch one day when the mayor's wife, Martha Prescott, stopped him on the street. "Hey, Mr. Turner! How are you? I heard a rumor that you're off to the Far East next week. Business must be booming."

Jeff made small talk to Martha, and he explained he would have to spend the next several months in China designing, and building a new computer system. Jeff said he was excited about the trip, but worried about Sally. Jeff explained how his son was also going off to a collage camp for the summer, and Sally would be alone for 3 months. Martha asked Jeff to have Sally call her to arrange a meeting to discuss a county house that just came on the market, and Mrs. Prescott left before he could reply.

The more Jeff thought about his conversation with Martha, he was even more concerned about leaving Sally alone for the summer. Jeff thought there was something wrong with Martha when he explained Sally was going to be alone for the summer, but Jeff shrugged it off, and forgot about it.

Sally in the meantime was dismayed to hear that Jeff's business trip was moved up, and he would have to leave today. She was shocked when Jeff got out of the car at the airport, and said, "I'm sorry honey, but I forgot to tell you that the mayor's wife wanted to see you about a house in the country." While Sally drove back from the airport alone she remembered the mayor and his wife drove by when she was being strip searched. "What could she want!?" Sally thought.

Sally rolled out of her king-sized bed after a long restless night of tossing and turning. She crossed the bedroom, and removed her sweat-stained Charmeuse Sleepshirt. She turned on the shower, and let the refreshing hot water cascade across her toned naked body. Sally wished the hot water would wash away some of her nervousness about her upcoming appointment with Martha. Sally's thoughts kept returning to that dreadful day where she was forced to strip by the side of the road, and Sally still had a hard time believing her son's best friend made her pose lewdly for his obscene pictures. Sally felt tears in her eyes when she remembered the humiliation of having to spread her legs, lean forward, and smile at Bobby as he took intimate upskirt photos, but now Sally also had the most vivid disturbing dreams of Bobby ordering her to undress, and Sally would meekly comply with his every order no matter how disgusting. Sally would awake in fear, and revulsion by what she had done in her nightly dreams, but after she awoke she felt deep shame because she was very sexually aroused by these dreams.

Sally still felt the burning humiliation of standing practically naked by the side of the road as the Mayor and his wife slowly drove by, and smiled. Sally was becoming more apprehensive as the time neared and she would have to leave the safety of her house, and drive to her office to meet with Martha, and then the worst part was Sally would have to drive down the same road she was stopped by the police to show Martha a large house out in the country. Sally tried to forget that day, and swore she would never go down that road again, but Martha insisted.

Every time Sally thought about that horrible day she started to tremble, and shake in fear, and Sally was sure she would never feel safe again. She knew she would have to face Bobby very soon, and the first few times when he came to visit her son she would go shopping or run to her den, and lock the door, and pretend to work. Sally was worried about Bobby's growing brazenness. She knew he was going through her lingerie drawers every time he came over to visit her son, and he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Sally came home early a couple days ago, and saw her son playing on the computer, and when Sally went to her bedroom she saw Bobby rubbing his crotch with a pair of her white panties while he rooted through her dirty underwear. Sally watched in horror as he found a couple pairs of her panties to his liking, and held them to his nose, but what bothered Sally the most was his hand rubbing his crotch sped up. Sally stood fascinated, and watched. Sally knew Bobby saw her standing there, but she continued to watch Bobby anyway. He was now slowly rubbing his crotch with her white panties. Sally felt something she had not felt in a long time when Bobby stood up, and looked her right in the eyes. Sally was shocked Bobby continued and slowly rubbed her panties over his crotch, and with her used lingerie up to his nose Bobby loudly sniffed them. Sally watched unable to move or say anything, as he just seemed to breath through her panties. Sally watched quietly when Bobby just slowly turned, dropped her white pair of panties on the floor, and then just walked out of her bedroom still breathing through her dirty lingerie. He left without saying a word. Sally was revolted, and could only stand there in shock, and pray Bobby would never tell her family what transpired on the lone stretch of highway. The loss of a couple pairs of panties was worth the price to keep his silence.

Sally felt her nipples responding, and she felt so ashamed when she remembered after right after Bobby left her bedroom she picked up her white panties to throw into the laundry basket. Sally stood under the hot water, and cupped and caressed both her breasts. She kneaded her tits and she felt a growing hunger start in her vagina when she recalled how aroused she became when she picked up her panties, and realized she had just watched Bobby beat-off into them. Sally felt guilty, but aroused by the way Bobby was showing his affection. She dearly missed her husband's loving affections. Her husband now seemed more concerned with work than his wife, and Sally slipped two fingers into her wet vagina, and slowly made love to her fingers and climaxed while picturing Bobby standing there beating-off while sniffing her dirty panties. Sally tried numerous times, but could not help herself, and was now leaving Bobby panties that were literally soaked with her juices, and worried that soon he might want more than her dirty panties, and Sally did not know what she would do when he asked her to do something sexual. By the time Sally worked herself up to a second climax the water was turning cold, and sally could not continue procrastinate any longer, or she would be late.

Sally would not dare leave the mayor's wife waiting. While Sally dried her hair, she knew any slight would cost her tens of thousands of dollars in future sales, but her real fear was the Mayor's wife might get mad, and tell people about her run in with the police. Sally left the bathroom, and opened her lingerie drawer. She blushed knowing Bobby rooted through this drawer yesterday, and placed a pair of white string bikini panties flat on top of her folded lingerie. She knew Bobby wanted her to wear this pair today, and Sally could not look at her reflection in the mirror as she pulled on the panties and the matching bra.

Sally pulled on a pair of suntan sheer to the waist Lycra pantyhose over her panties, and was concerned her undies might show through her dress, so she put on a white camisole top trimmed in lace with a matching white half-slip. She dressed in a tapered ivory color jacket and matching ivory dress, and carefully touched up her make-up. Sally always dressed like a strong confident professional. Just as Sally was leaving she looked in the mirror and had to admit she looked great in this outfit, but she blushed at the way her skirt was an inch too short, and an inch of her white slip was clearly showing. Sally pulled up her dress, and readjusted the slip up another couple inches. She smoothed down her dress, and left for the office, but Sally was worried her slip's lacy bottom would show again, but this time she would be out in public with snow showing down south again. Sally remembered her mother always telling her, "Always remember, They will not see you're an educated woman, nor will they take you seriously in the boardroom if you cannot keep your unmentionables from hanging out for the word to see.

Sally drove to her office, and shivered as she thought, "In another half-hour I'm going to be passing the exact spot where the most humiliating episode in my life occurred."

Martha Prescott was one of the most beautiful women in the city, and she knew the women of her town envied her long flowing light brown hair, and her spectacular body. Martha also knew the women of her town hated her because of the way she moved her 34C-22-33 body in a way that drove men crazy, and even some of the women. Martha always moved with a subtle seductive sway from her earlier career as a dancer.

Martha became addicted to power at an early age, and only dated men who could wield power like a club. There was something so erotic to Martha, about having absolute power over another person. She loved the way they had to treat you like a queen, and she could treat them no better than a dog.

Martha perfected her use of power over the years, and knew just how much to push, and the most important thing was to know when to retreat a little, and give the victim the feeling of an avenue of escape, but it was impossible to escape once Martha wanted something. And Martha wanted Sally Turner. The thoughts of the shy woman stripped naked on the side of the road were driving Martha insane. At first she wanted to rush out and grab Sally, and push her to her knees, and have this woman lick her pussy till her tongue turned numb and fell out. This is where Martha shined in the trapping of unsuspecting respectable women, and turning them from their happy lives as housewives, corporate professionals, lawyers and doctors into a just a toy for her and her husband's perverted pleasures.

Frank Prescott, Martha's husband, cautioned Martha to go slower, and make the women suffer slowly over a longer period of time. Martha took his advice, and she perfected the way she tormented her visitors.

Martha looked over at Mrs. Conway, and saw Rene was now totally naked, bouncing vigorously up and down on the lap of one of Martha's guests having sex in the middle of the living room floor. Martha thrived on the idea that Rene told her husband she was going to workout every morning with the mayor's wife, and Rene's husband was so happy that his wife was climbing the social ladder. Martha wondered if he would be so happy if he knew Rene worked out by fucking the entire staff, selected guests, and even some of his friends at Martha's house, and like today Rene had to bring her maid along.

Martha watched Rene's performance, and laughed at how much Rene has changed since her first visit. Rene was now on her hands and knees getting fucked in the ass doggy-style by her husband's boss, and had her face buried between her maid's legs. Rosario was yelling at her boss, Rene, "Lick my cunt you bitch! Who's the boss now, Slut?" and by the moans and grunts coming from Rene, she sounded like she was enjoying herself immensely. Martha had to meet Sally Turner and seal the woman's fate. Martha didn't want to be late, and called an early end to the morning's festivities. She heard the complaints from the remaining gardeners as they went back to work, and told Mrs. Conway, "Rene, don't forget to come back tomorrow for your morning workout." Martha was getting tired of Rene, and it was time to add some new blood into the mix, and Sally was a prime candidate, and she had the added bonus that her family went away for the summer. Martha watched Rene gingerly get dressed back into her business suit, and Martha started to laugh at Rene's attempt to get dressed without getting any cum on her expensive business suit. Marta sent Rene straight to work, and drove to her appointment with Sally.

Martha was creaming her black French cut silk panties as she talked with Sally. There was something so innocent and erotic about Sally it almost made her climax as she shook Sally's hand. Martha followed Sally to her car, and she could not stop admiring the ass on Sally. Martha couldn't wait until she got Sally to the house, and had this beautiful woman stripped naked. Just as they reached Sally's car Martha could not stop herself, and reached out, and caressed Sally's ass. The buttocks were firm, and toned. Martha could feel the silky underwear under the skirt, and thought, "This is going to be fun." Martha leisurely walked to the passenger's side, and as soon as Martha sat down her left hand was quickly between her legs rubbing her pussy, and getting in a quick feel before Sally saw. Martha saw the hesitation in Sally, and wondered how far she could push things.

Sally paused at the back bumper of her car, and had to think about what just happened. Sally thought, "The touch on my butt had to be a mistake. Martha must have just bumped me. She wouldn't have intentionally grabbed my butt. Nah, it is all a mistake." Sally pondered why it felt like exactly like Martha caressed her butt as she finally walked to her driver's door. Sally was nervous as she entered her car. It seemed Mrs. Prescott was looking at her like a man with lust in his eyes would, but Sally shrugged it off as nerves. Sally sat in the driver's seat, and started the car, but before she could put the car in gear Mrs. Prescott grabbed her thigh, pushed up her skirt, and pulled the lace hem on her white slip. Sally jumped at the unexpected touch, and almost screamed.

Martha watched Sally sit down, and noticed her white slip was showing. Martha leaned over and pushed the skirt out of the way, and pulled hard on the slip. She said, "I like this lace, did you buy this in Paris?" Martha knew full well this was not from Paris, but wanted to say something nice. Martha let her knuckles linger on Sally's thighs, and liked the feelings of the hose covered leg as she caressed the silky slip. Martha pulled the slip up Sally's leg to show a little more thigh. Martha was waiting for the complaint, but bet Sally wouldn't complain because of the upcoming sale, and her nervousness about the police reports. Martha placed her palm flat on Sally's upper thigh, and squeezed the leg lightly, and slid her hand slowly down the hose covered leg to the knee. "Mrs. Turner you have great legs, I wish I had legs as good as yours," Martha pulled up her short skirt till it was almost panty level, and waited till Sally blushed, and turned away from the panty show. Martha lightly laughed, and pulled her skirt down.

Sally was mortified at the caress from this woman, but the commission was huge, and she put up with a lot of flirting from clients. This was a first for Sally that a woman was coming onto her this strong. Sally had no clue how to deal with this touching, and the flipping up of her skirt, and the tugging on her slip. Sally knew this tug would cause the lace bottom to show now, and she would not be able to fix it until the bathroom in the house. Sally almost screamed as the hand was once again openly caressing her thigh. The touch was light but firm. Sally felt she was being sized up for something, but she remained silent as Martha's hand slowly worked its way down to her knee. "Thank god" sally thought as the hand was removed, but as she started to adjust her skirt.

Martha said, "Please leave it. You have such sexy legs, and you look so pretty with the lacy slip showing. Please?" Martha waited a couple seconds, and when she saw Sally start to fix her skirt she said, "Does your husband know the police stopped you Sally, and did he see all those lovely photos that boy took? Do you think your son would have some problems at school if your pictures were posted to the collage bulletin board, or e-mailed throughout the campus?"

Sally was in a quandary. Which way to turn? She wanted to cover her thighs, but that damn woman! Could she drive all the way there with her white slip hanging out, and her skirt pushed high up her thighs. She felt like a total slut! She took a deep breath, and put the car in gear, and backed out.

"Could you pull your skirt up a little higher?"

Sally closed her eyes, and almost cried as she realized her nightmares were about to come true, and there was nothing she could do about it. Sally pulled her skirt and slip up past mid thigh.

"A little higher."

Sally took a deep breath, and pulled her skirt up a couple more inches. Sally never felt so exposed, and then she thought about the police stop. Sally tried to ignore Martha's hand as it once again caressed her knee. Sally shivered as Martha with the lightest touch drug her long red fingernails up her leg, and pushed her skirt all the way to her waist.

"You don't mind me looking at your beautiful legs as we drive to the country?" Martha said, and continued to caress Sally's legs. Martha started at Sally's knee and moved her hand ever so slowly up the inside of Sally's leg. Martha then caressed Sally's inner thigh, and let her thumb rub just below Sally's panties. Martha slowly continued her caress down the outside of Sally's leg back to the knee, and started the slow circle over again.

"It's OK were both girls." Sally said. The words belied her true feelings. She wanted to scream as Martha continued to lightly caress her thigh, and it was distracting her. Sally thought she would go insane as she remembered her last drive up this same road, and the results were not very good. Sally was very quiet as she drove out into the country. She looked down at her lap, and with her skirt now at waist level she could clearly see her panties under her pantyhose, and she watched Martha's hand move ever so slowly on her leg. Sally was thankful Martha never went higher than her upper thigh. She knew the touching could get a lot more intimate. Sally got a nervous feeling in her stomach when she started to get closer to the spot where the police stopped her. Sally felt dread when Martha spoke, and Sally felt trapped.

"Pull over. I want you to look at me while we discuss some things." Martha said.

Sally pulled over in the same exact spot she was pulled over by the police. Sally put her car in park, and turned sideways to look at Martha. Sally desperately wanted to fix her skirt as she saw Martha casually looking at her panties. Sally was further humiliated when Martha touched her. Sally could feel Martha's long nails digging into her knees, and Sally just sat there when Martha spread her knees. Sally felt vulnerable with her skirt around her waist, and her knees wide-open. She knew Martha could clearly see her panties, but Sally was at a loss on how to cover herself. Sally prayed. Sally knew her prayers were not answered when Martha spoke.

"Strip!" Martha hissed. Martha squeezed her thighs tightly together, and she felt how wet she was. Martha was still caressing Sally's nylon covered leg. Martha thought about all the fun she was going to have after she trained Sally into one of her pets, and maybe tomorrow she would give Sally to her husband, and let him ream her out. Martha could already picture Sally on her hands and knees crying as her husband fucked her within an inch of her life, and she laughed at the prospect she did not have to worry about bruising Sally, since she was home alone, and no one would notice the bruising.

What? You can't mean that Martha."

"Listen hear slut." Martha said cruelly. Martha quickly slid her hand up to Sally's crotch and gripped it harshly. Martha dug her nails into Sally's tender flesh, and when Sally started to scream Martha removed her hand, and said, "You better get used to taking my orders bitch. I will use your pictures to crush your happy little domestic existence. Do you want your precious little collage boy seeing his mother naked on the side of the road, and have it known you posed naked for his best friend? Well do you bitch?

"Please Martha. Don't do this to me..."

What did you call me? Martha? I guess I just have to train you to answer me properly. From now on it's Mistress. When I ask you a question or tell you to do something you will answer, yes mistress, I hear, and obey. Remember from this moment forward, you're nothing but a toy for my sexual enjoyment, nothing more. Let's begin, Slut... STRIP!"

"I can't. Please Martha, you can't ask me to do that. I just can't..." Sally was unprepared for Martha's response.

Martha slid closer to Sally, and slapped her hard across the face, and grabbed the lapels of Sally's jacket, and ripped the jacket open. Martha grabbed the lacy camisole, and after 3 hard tugs she was able to break both spaghetti straps leaving Sally's white bra on display.

Sally was crying, and trying to figure out why she was being treated this way. Sally tried to close her jacket, but she was slapped again, and left her jacket hanging wide-open.

Martha grabbed Sally's hair, and pulled the terrified woman closer, and hissed in her ear, "Listen to me slut. I will never be this nice again. You will follow my orders, or I will beat you into submission. Now you WILL strip for me, and you WILL say I hear and obey. I don't care if I have to torture you first. You will do it. I don't care what I have to do, or how long it takes to make you do it, but I will see you naked today. You might as well accept your fate. From now on, you will obey every order I give you. The amount of pain you receive before you go home tonight is up to you." To prove her point Martha once again slapped Sally's face. "Now strip!"

Sally was crying. She didn't want slapped again, and just wanted to go home. She was so scared, and started to slip off her jacket. Sally screamed when Martha viciously squeezed her right breast digging her long fingernails into the tender flesh. Sally never felt anything so painful, and she was so grateful when Martha released her breast.

"Didn't you forget to say something first? That was just a sample of what you can expect if you do not comply with everything you are ordered to do. So get it right.

"M... Miss... Mistress..." Sally could not come to terms with having to submit to another person. She knew when she finished this sentence she was no longer a free person. She was in fact giving her control to Martha. Sally completed the sentence, "I hear... and... O... Obey." Sally was certain her life was over, and her only wish was Martha would never show the pictures to her son. Sally would do anything to protect her baby, and she knew she was going to get naked, and do whatever Martha wanted her to do.

"Very good slut, you may get naked for your mistress." Martha could not wait any longer, and slid up her skirt. Martha slowly rubbed her slit, and while Sally was looking, she pulled her panties to the side, and slid in two fingers, and slowly sawed them in and out. Martha knew very soon Sally's tongue would replace her fingers. Martha watched Sally with keen interest as Sally removed her clothing.

Sally was in a state of shock as she undressed. Sally was appalled by Martha's blatant masturbation, and thought she would be sick, but she continued to remove her jacket, and then her ripped camisole joined her jacket in the backseat. Sally struggled to get her skirt off while sitting behind the wheel, and then pulled her pantyhose and panties off, and soon she was sitting naked. Sally felt the cool air on her bare nipples, and blushed when the chill in the air caused her nipples to get hard.

Martha slid next to sally, and placed her right hand on Sally's shoulder, and said, "Sally, I'm going to slide two fingers inside your cunt, and finger fuck you while you drive to the house. Isn't that nice of me?" Martha waited for an answer, and said, "Bitch! Answer me."

"Thank you Mistress." Sally was scared she didn't answer right, and expected some sort of punishment. Sally didn't know what she was thanking Martha for, and Sally thought, "I must have heard Martha wrong. It sounded like she said she was going to finger me? Were both girls. That can't be. Martha must be trying to scare me."

Sally trembled when she felt Martha's hand caress her naked shoulder. Sally felt dirty sitting there naked with Martha clothed, and Martha was sitting so close to her. Sally was not attracted to women, and she was sure she would be seen, and her friends and coworkers would think she was a lesbian relationship with Martha. Sally trembled when Martha squeezed her bare breast, and circled her now hard nipples. Sally sat there in utter defeat while Martha played with her breasts. Sally felt Martha's fingers move down across her belly, and then across her full bush. Sally wanted to scream as she felt the fingertips trying to push inside.

"Sally, what's the matter? You're dry as a bone. This is no good. I want you to lick my fingers, so I can rub some spit on your cunt." Martha made small circles in Sally's pubic hair, and slid her fingers along Sally's slit, and after a few trips across the dry cunt she trailed her fingers up Sally's body to her mouth. "Open wide Sally." Martha said while sliding her two fingers to rub Sally's closed lips.

Sally felt sick, and would not open her mouth to allow Martha to put her dirty fingers inside after they just played with her vagina, and Sally was sure she would throw-up. She was sick just thinking where the fingers had been.

"Open Your Mouth. RIGHT NOW!" Martha screamed.

Sally was sickened, but said, "Mistress, I hear and obey." Sally was humiliated by what she was allowing Martha to do to her, and she started to cry again.

Martha slid her fingers inside Sally's mouth, and worked them in and out, just like she was about to do to Sally's cunt. "Make sure you get them nice, and wet."

Once again the fingers traveled down her body, except this time there was a cold wet streak from her mouth to her crotch. Sally winced when Martha's fingernails scrapped the inside of her vagina. Sally sat there in shock while Martha slowly finger fucked her. Sally felt Martha's fingers exit her vagina, and she started to mumble, "no, no, no." over and over again as Martha's fingers began their trip back to her mouth.

"Yes, honey. I need more spit to make your cunt is wet enough to drive all the way to the house, and I want you to lick, and suck your pussy juice off first."

Sally gagged when Martha pushed her wet fingers deep inside her mouth. Sally tasted pussy juice for the first time in her life, and fought her body so it did not throw-up. Sally felt Martha's fingers as they played with her tongue, and rubbed the weird taste everywhere in her mouth. Sally just sat there naked and humiliated. She had no other options than to sit there submissively, and let Martha do whatever she wanted with her body.

Martha once again buried her fingers deep in Sally's pussy, and heard Sally grunt in pain. Martha could not care less about Sally's pain, and just finger-fucked Sally with her fingers, and rubbed Sally's clit with her thumb until she got a response out of Sally's body. Martha felt Sally's pussy come alive, and Martha brought Sally into heat. When Martha felt Sally's pussy was wet enough Martha once again brought her pussy-flavored fingers to Sally's mouth. This time there was no resistance in Sally.

Sally was in a state of shock. She felt her body betraying her, and could not believe another woman caused this much arousal in her. When Sally smelt the tangier aroma on Martha's fingers Sally wanted to turn her head, but just sat there when Martha coated her upper lip with her secretions. Sally went to wipe the stickiness off her lip, but Martha told her to leave it, and Sally just opened her mouth when she felt the fingers start to enter her mouth.

Martha got bored with this game, and ordered sally, "Drive to the house. I need you between my legs licking my cunt." Martha was sitting next to Sally with her left arm around her shoulders, and her index and middle finger working slowly in and out of Sally's wet cunt, and worked her thumb on Sally's clit, and soon had Sally moaning.

Sally fought her body's growing reaction to Martha's touch, and cried when Martha made her climax. Sally wiped the tears from her eyes before she put the car in drive, and started to go to the house. Sally saw car approaching in the opposite direction, and tried to duck down to hide her nakedness, but Martha grabbed a handful of Sally's hair, and pulled it, and screamed, "Sit up straight ungrateful cunt!" Sally wanted to die as the car got closer, but she dared not displease Martha. Sally blushed red, because she knew the car could see Martha caressing her naked breasts. Sally could not believe her luck. She watched in amazement as Bobby drove by, and she could see recognition in his eyes at how she was dressed, and letting another woman touch her.

Bobby almost wrecked his car when he saw that Mrs. Sally Turned sat naked behind the wheel, and a striking brunette fondled Sally's naked tits. Bobby turned around and followed the car from a distance, and passed the driveway Sally turned into. Bobby parked his car down the road, and hurried to the house. He could just make out Sally crawling naked to the door, and the other woman laughing and saying, "Heel, my little bitch." Bobby watched amazed as the two women entered the house. Bobby ran back to his car, and got his video camera, and his trusty digital camera.