Chapter 17

Nancy quickly tended to her red and sore pussy. After rubbing in the baby oil she looked in the bathroom mirror. She slowly rubbed her pussy with two fingers, tenderly while thinking of what she was made to do today. She was thinking of how good it felt and how good it would feel to just keep going. She opened her eyes and looked at her face and then at her hand, still rubbing. She was beginning to take her nakedness for granted now as her eyes roamed over her bared titties and then back down to her nude cunt and then on down to her ridiculously high heels. Mmmmmmm this was so good...

NANCY!!

Damn! "Yes Mistress, I'm coming Mistress"

"Yes I just bet you are," Helen said to her friends who chuckled at her little joke. "Get your ass in here Now!" Helen emphasized the now and fairly shouted through the house to her pet, who had got herself together and was even now clicking and clacking those heels down the hall toward the living room.

Nancy fairly burst into the room and came to a stop directly in front of where Miss Helen sat. She lowered her eyes to her toes as she could not look directly into the glaring eyes of her teen Mistress. Nancy's hands automatically went behind her back and she clasped one into the other and she brought her body to attention. "I am here, Miss Helen," she said breathlessly.

Helen continued to stare at her pet for awhile, appreciating that the woman was showing all the qualities of a good slave. She knew Nancy was embarrassed presenting herself only wearing high heels and white anklets, but here she was, displaying the hoops in her nipples and her sore abused pussy.

Helen then spoke, to Carrie. "Is everything all set for this evening?"

"Yeah, you should have heard your pet on the phone. She practically gave daddy's secretary the ok to move her stuff in. I am pretty sure they will be here, but we will just have to wait and see. If Helga can convince daddy that mother is ok with it then he will be here."

"Wonderful news. I think that is the best we can hope for at this point, right?" Helen said.

"Ok, Helen continued, now addressing Nancy. "First, you are going to get some beers for your guests. Just Todd and Jimmy though, us girls have some cheerleading to do, right girls?"

Nancy started moving to comply when Helen barked, "Wait until you have been dismissed girl!!"

Nancy quickly returned to her position, at attention in front of Helen. "Yes Miss Helen, sorry Miss," spoke a chastised Nancy.

"Never assume I am finished with you. I will tell you when to go; when I am done speaking and you may leave. Do you understand me, cunt?" Helen asked. She was enjoying this opportunity to continue her slave's instruction immensely.

"Yes Miss Helen. It won't happen again Miss Helen," replied Nancy.

"Ok, see that it doesn't or you will get the strap." There were a few titters as the boys were still amazed at Helen and Carrie's being able to lead the middle-aged hottie around by the nose. They were also on edge at the possibility that they might get to stick their dicks into her at some point in the evening. Their fantasies of being in control of an older chick who was both built and the mother of a friend was putting their teenage hormones in overdrive.

Helen glanced around and silenced the giggling with a look that spoke of the seriousness of the occasion. "After you have served your guests - and I want to see you wearing that cute little apron so you cover your angry red pussy - you will return to the kitchen and put tonight's dinner on to cook. Carrie and I got you a nice roast and all the veggies and stuff, so all you have to do is prepare it. Don't fuck it up, as one word of complaint from Edward or his girl and your ass is gonna pay. You got that bitch?"

"Yes Miss Helen," Nancy answered dutifully before starting off to the kitchen. She stopped after two steps and turning, said "will that be all Miss Helen?"

"Yes you may go my pet. Such a fast learner you are too. Too bad, I was just dying to warm up that bubble butt of yours with a new paddle I bought with your name on it pet," Nancy said with a smirk.

Nancy left the room, her ears burning with the laughter that burst out at Helen's words.

Nancy worked alone in the kitchen, nude except for her tiny apron, shoes and socks. Occasionally someone from the living room would shout out for her, yelling either 'Nancy' or 'Hey cunt' or some other degrading name and she would run in to see what they required. It was usually another beer or glass of wine or a snack for someone. She would take care of their needs and return to her cooking. They all took liberties with her of course, stroking her slit or pinching her clit, or nibbling on her still sore nipples. She took it all, the insults and the manhandling. She had no choice. Her marriage hung by a thread and without that she had nothing.

Nancy had worked in an office before she'd married Ed, but that was nothing she could build a career on. Her eldest daughter treated her with disdain. How had she become her daughter's servant she wondered? It seemed to have all happened so quickly. One day she was a normal middle aged mother with two lovely daughters and a loving if distant husband, and the next she had a teenage lover/Mistress and one daughter who enjoyed mistreating her and she was unsure about her other daughter and husband. Rose seemed to be away from her presence a lot lately. She guessed that Carrie was managing that to keep things from her since she was only twelve.

Nancy's mind wandered back to Ed as she placed the roast in the oven at 425 degrees. He was not questioning her or the situation. He accepted that she was now a quasi cheerleader, parading around in a high school cheerleader outfit half the time and either at the high school or being taken by Sally somewhere or other. Why did he not question her about Sally? He knew, or should have known, that she had been avoiding the woman as much as possible for years. He never knew the reason, but surely he must have found it strange that she had agreed to work for this woman that she feared and dreaded so much. Maybe he was already moving on. Miss Helen said I must invite Helga Schmidt into my home and my life. I wish they explained things to me she thought, but then she guessed they felt no explanation was needed, only obedience.

"Nancy!!"

"Yes Miss Helen," she replied as she trotted into her presence, her boobies bouncing to the delight of the boys.

"Is everything all set in there? If it is then go put your cheer suit on, girl, and join us in the back yard for a work out," said Helen rather demandingly.

"Yes Miss, I will be right there, Miss," she said as she dropped a quick curtsey and prepared to run to her bedroom.

"Stop right there!" Helen's voice boomed. "Come back here pet. Now show me what you just did."

Nancy was not sure what she had done and thought for a few moments as she stood in front of her Mistress. Then she held her hands out to her sides and repeated her curtsey from before. "Is this what you mean, Miss?" she said shyly.

"Yesss, I like that pet. That is what has been missing from your manners my pet. From now on, when we are not in public I want you to show me a curtsey when coming and going and after I give an order or dismiss you, or just whenever it seems appropriate," Helen gushed all excited. "And if you are unsure if it is appropriate, then you should do it, or I might decide to spank you for forgetting. Eventually you will learn when I expect it, won't you pet?"

"Yes Miss," said Nancy as she curtsied and turned and left the room thinking, 'what next?'

Soon they were all out in the back yard. Even Rose had come home and brought her friend Megan from down the block. They were just getting organized when Betty called out a hello from the adjoining fence between their yards. "Hey girls what's up?" she sang out cheerfully.

"Hi Mrs. Cross," Helen and Carrie called back simultaneously.

"Hey come on girls, I thought we were best buds now," Betty laughingly said. Just then Rex jumped up on his hind legs, looked over the fence and barked excitedly. "And Rex is so happy to see his new best bud too," Betty continued, now laughing hysterically.

"Hey why don't you join us Betty? We are just putting Nancy through her training and maybe you would like to help. You could be like an assistant coach since you take a personal interest in our junior cheer girl here," added Helen who, as usual, took over the situation.

"Sure girls! Mind if I bring my doggie? He is so excited to see his bitch again. I mean he really does seem to think your mother belongs to him, Carrie. Just like a man though, one night in the sack and he thinks her pussy is his to do with whatever he wants," laughed Betty. She was relieved when Helen laughed as well. It would not do to piss off the bitch's real Mistress and she was glad Helen apparently understood what had happened between her sub and sexy Rexy.

As Betty closed the gate Rex saw his chance and ran to his bitch and poked his broad snout right between her legs and gave her a quick lick or three.

"Eek, oh no, down Rex, please," Nancy squeaked out as the big dog sought to reclaim what was his.

"Careful bitch," Betty warned as she arrived to retrieve Rex's leash. "It isn't nice to be cold to your man the very week after you shared his bed. He might get pissed off and take you right here and now if he thought you were getting uppity with him bitch." She said it with a serious look, and Nancy just back with a mixture of fear and loathing at this woman who would not let her be. Then Betty turned to Helen and chuckled. "Just kidding of course."

The tension eased and they all turned their attention to Rex as he went about his business with this wench as if there were no other humans for miles. As Nancy squirmed under the gaze of her superiors and the tongue of her rapist, there were some titters and some heated murmuring. Nancy and Rex were putting a sexual charge in the air for all those in the Brenner back yard that afternoon, as the sun retreated further in the west. Soon, however, Rex got distracted and released his bitch to her human playmates as he went after an errant squirrel. It was just as well, as Rose and her mate chose that moment to come out into the yard. Nancy said a silent prayer that those little eyes were not looking out at them from an upstairs window, though it was probably futile as her daughter's bedroom window faced the back yard.