Chapter 19

Nancy made her way to the bathroom. She hoped and prayed that her precious Rose did not understand half of what went on that evening, and that it would not get any worse. She did not know why she thought either was a possibility, but it was all that kept her going for the moment. As she removed her thong, pulling the wet cloth from within, where Helga's shoe had forced it deep into her cunt, she could hear some romantic music coming from the upstairs master suite. She wanted to go up those stairs and throw that bitch out of her bed and out of her house, but she did not dare. She was afraid Ed would follow. She was sure Ed would follow and then the kids and the house and her life, such as it was. She ran down the short list of alternatives and decided she had none. She was not sure she could count on her own parents taking her in until she got on her feet. She and her parents had their differences, which began when she was a teenager and had not fully healed.

Nancy had been a little wild before settling down with Ed, being a cheerleader and all, and her parents were told that their daughter was becoming the town tramp by those boys' parents. Those boys who were trying (and sometimes succeeding) to get into her panties. And then there was Betty who was a close friend of her mother. She was sure she had said many unkind things to both of them, beginning right after Betty became convinced Nancy was after her husband. It was the old tramp and slut label trotted out again, and her mother was susceptible to that kind of talk about her daughter. She would think that it happened before and a leopard doesn't change its spots. She shuddered to think what Betty was telling them now, after feeling empowered with the authority Helen and Carrie had given her. There was no reason to hold back, except the ultimate disclosure which would take away the blackmail they all held over her head. No, she decided, she had no choice but to make the best of it. She would sleep in the guest room and maybe over time she could win her husband back.

The house was dark as she guessed most of the visitors must have departed, Ed and Helga were behind closed doors as were Carrie and Rose in their individual rooms. Nancy made no speculation as to whether of not anyone was with either of them. She was too tired for anything other than to get her work done and get some sleep before rising to prepare breakfast for the bitch who had stolen her man. Meanwhile, she went to her room for a change of clothes after washing herself, and before she began the kitchen clean up.

Nancy entered her room and flipped on the lights. The first thing she was a pair of pink and white cowgirl boots by her bed and on her bed was the rest of the outfit. A white short sleeve blouse with a frilly collar and white denim mini skirt, plus a pink collar and leash were all that was there, except for the note. It read:

'Mom you stupid slut; put these clothes on and clean that mess up in the kitchen as quickly as you can and then knock on my door. Carrie. Ps: The collar and leash do not go on until you are at my door Bimbo, now move your ass!'

Nancy stripped and pulled the outfit on. She fixed her make up, because she figured this might be her only chance and she looked a mess. She wondered if she was truly becoming the slut bimbo they were calling her as she covered her luscious full lips with the bubblegum pink color they had used on her earlier in the day. After the quick make over she flew to the kitchen, and for the next 45 minutes she cleaned and stowed leftovers, filled the dishwasher and wiped down cabinets and did a quick mop up. She turned off the lights and walked down the hall.

She could have been faster had it not been for the high heels on these boots she thought. How unpractical was that. What was she supposed to be; a cowgirl whore? Oh yeah, probably, she answered her own thought as she fastened the wide pink collar as tight as it went and then attached the twelve foot pink leather leash to it. The foot or so section that attached was chain, for flexibility she surmised, as she wiggled down the hall to Carrie's room.

Pulling open the door, Carrie motioned her in. Helen was sitting in the chair and they exchanged an approving glance as Nancy moved to the center of the room. Helen made a swirling motion with her finger and Nancy slowly turned as directed to show them the entire package.

"Very good my slut, you make a prefect whore," Helen commented smugly. "You even did your make up and mmmm, a fresh dose of perfume. You are a slut's slut aren't you, Nancy?"

Seeing that she expected an answer, Nancy replied, "Yes, Miss. Thank you Miss."

The two girls giggled at her meekness. She continued to turn for them and they let her twist for awhile. She held her leash tightly in her hand, lest she trip as she modeled for them.

"Come over here mother, you have one deficiency," Carrie said as she picked up the large gold hoops from the dresser and turned to attend to the slut. "We can't have our whore going out half dressed now can we mother?" Carrie muttered as she unbuttoned Nancy's top three buttons. "Ok, get em out here; don't make me do all the work, ok."

When her tits were properly displayed, Carrie threaded one and then the other hoop through the fresh holes. They were almost healed, but still tender and these hoops were just slightly larger than her original ones. Only slightly, but to Nancy of course, they felt twice as big, as her holes were beginning their training. Before they completed the entire course they would learn to be much bigger, much, much bigger.

"Mmmmph, ok cunt you are properly dressed now. Prance over to your Mistress and show her your titties," Carrie laughingly said, as she shoved her towards Helen.

Nancy stumbled to a stop directly before Helen and then she bent her knees, sticking her butt out until her tits were hanging right in front of Miss Helen. She looked at the top of Helen's head, not looking directly at her. She was playing things by ear. No one told her what she was to do until she did it and fucked up, and then they punished her. Earlier Carrie explained that it was a teaching method that was supposed to be very effective, and that was all the instruction she got, except for when she did not do something the way they liked of course.

Helen leaned forward and touched the hoops, and then moved the left hoop through the nipple, turning it and pulling gently, then a little harder. She glanced up at Nancy, who was looking straight ahead. She smiled at her little slave's attempts to learn for them; it pleased her. She tugged and Nancy's boob followed and then she closed her lips over the hardening nipple and kissed it. She licked the nipple, then closed her teeth around it and nipped at the sensitive end of her now rock-hard nipple ... She gnawed for a bit, chomping down harder but not too hard. Just hard enough to elicit a gasp and whimper as the woman shuddered in her oral grasp. She released her, and then hooked her fingers through both hoops to bend her over even more, so they Nancy was forced to look her Mistress right in the eye.

"Listen to me my little bitch. You are not going to bed yet. That would be a waste of time anyway. Another woman is taking care of your husband, giving him what you do not do. Tell me what you think about that Cunt. How do you feel now that your husband's mistress is in your bed and has his cock in her hand or her mouth or her cunt? Do you want to go to her and thank her for giving him what he needs? I think you should.

"When you bring them breakfast tomorrow I want to hear that you got on your slutty knees and thanked Helga for fucking your husband, and then ask her to please feel welcome to sleep in his bed and fuck your husband as much as she wants. You should ask her if you can kiss the pussy that her husband loves and prefers to yours. If she allows it I want you to kiss and lick her clit until you give her an orgasm, right there in your bed as she lies next to your husband, and then thank her for the privilege of worshiping the better cunt."

She paused watching Nancy as she strained to stand still in that awkward position, with her ass sticking out from beneath her tiny skirt, her knees wobbling from the strain and her mind wobbling from what her Mistress was telling her to do. Helen had taken hold up the pink leash and held it taunt, considering whether or not to yank it and causing her pet to fall. No, she thought. She would no doubt reach out instinctively to prevent herself from falling and then I would have to punish her, and that is not something I feel like doing tonight. She tightened the slack in the leash but did not cause her pet to lose her balance.

"Now for tonight here are your instructions. You are going to take care of a friend of mine. You did ask me earlier if you could visit your friend Betty soon, right? Well I have decided tonight is the night, so when I release these big bouncy tits of yours you are going to flounce your big bimbo ass out the back door and through the yard, to Betty's back door. You knock three times and then you are Betty's to play with until she is done with you and returns you to me. You may then sleep until it is time to get up and fix breakfast for Helga and Ed. Understand me slut?"

When Nancy nodded, Helen continued. "I like the way your tits look. Just leave them hang out there ok? I am sure Betty will have you naked soon anyway, and it might make her go a little easy on you if you show up with them out there like a present to her. It will be as if you are saying to her that you accept that she is superior, and that you recognize and appreciated her dominance over you. You are my slut, Nancy. You know that now, and in time you will accept it as your destiny. I will own your ass until I am tired of it and then I will sell it or give it away as I choose. Now go, Bitch!"

Nancy turned, and with her pillows exposed and bouncing in a manner both ridiculous and erotic at the same time, minced down the hall on her high heeled cowgirl booties. She felt like a bimbo in one of those cheap porno movies Ed used to bring home long ago, with her leash coiled and held in one hand. It was beginning to feel natural and that scared her a little. Was she learning to accept her new life? As she passed Rose's door she held her breath, willing it to remain closed. If only she could as least remain a mother to her youngest. She knew she was nothing more than a pathetic submissive pet to Carrie, but Rose did not know yet the depths to which she had sunk and it gave her hope. Surely Carrie and Helen would not exhibit her condition to the young girl and humiliate her and embarrass her daughter.

She opened the back door, thanking her lucky stars that Helen did not make her risk going out the front. It was dark outside, but still, this was better. She went through the gate and into Betty's yard, up their back steps and knocked softly three times. She took a step back and waited. She wondered what to do if there were no answer. What if Betty was not expecting her? Should she repeat the knock? Should she leave? She wished Helen had told her; had given her more thorough instructions. It was not her nature to think for herself and lately she had practically given that up all together. The door suddenly opened.

"Good evening slut," Betty addressed her. "Mmm I like your outfit," she continued as she pulled the door open and grabbed Nancy's leash, pulling her into the house.

Betty shut the door and then grabbed Nancy's arm to pull her to a stop just inside the door. Smiling wickedly, she turned the slutily dressed woman around. The light in the room was subdued but sufficient for her to see the gleaming rings dangling from Nancy's double D's. She flipped first one hoop and then the other, and then looped a finger in the first and pulled gently, harder and then harder, causing Nancy to stumble forward to ease the pain.

"Hey, hey I didn't say for you to come closer," she admonished. Then the smile returned and the grip lessened. "I like you when you visit me with your tits all hanging out for me to play with slut. Do you want your Mama to bite your big nipples slut, hmmm well do you?" she asked teasingly.

"Ah, yes ma'am, please bite my nipples if you like. They are yours to do with as you like ma'am," Nancy was forced to reply. She was like a small rodent in the glare of a cobra. Doomed and helpless, summed up her thoughts. She vacillated between thinking she was becoming addicted to lesbian sex and then jolted by the thought that she did not want this; it was being forced upon her. She understood that she was not of strong mind, that she was not a Mistress of her own domain, but she was always happy when Ed took control and made her pleasure him.

But this? This was forced lesbian slavery. And they were making her enjoy it. They were training her, just like you trained a dog to chase a stick; they kept her face in someone's cunt and made her lick and suck and enjoy doing it. They were joining pussy licking and submission and she was learning to like it; no love it. Her pussy got hot and wet just thinking of a rank, musky cunt that she was to service with her tongue and her lips. She was becoming a tool they had conditioned like Pavlov's dogs. She moved her hands behind her and her tits moved every so slightly up and out as if an offering to her white trash goddess who continued to tease and torment her sore and swollen nipples.

Betty unbuttoned the last two buttons and removed the useless blouse and let it drop to the floor. Betty was wearing a negligee and she pulled Nancy close. Being bi or even a lesbian did not occur to her, but it wouldn't have bothered her anyway. This was pure and simplly enjoying the act of dominating another, and the fact that it was someone she had learned to hate made it even sweeter. She nuzzled Nancy's ear, then bit her love and stuck her tongue inside it. Her fingers were pinching her ringed nipples, twisting and pulling. Kissing and hurting, she was getting hot and wet for her bitch's mouth.

"Take off that pretty skirt Nancy; I think I want you in just boots and collar. Doesn't that sound good to you slut? Most appropriate don't you think?" she continued as Nancy unzipped and removed the final piece of clothing. Betty could tell her slut was wet as her cunt glistened even in the dim lighting.

She ran her hand up and down Nancy's cunt, with her other meat hook now mauling her ass cheeks. The aroma of both women's arousal filled the room. "Get on your knees bitch and make me feel good," Betty murmured. It was too much for her, seeing her neighbor naked and collared, and in heat. She needed to feel a tongue on her love spot and she would. After all she was in charge here, as was only right. She had always thought of her neighbor as a big-titted bimbo and she imagined that was why she had seen red when Nancy appeared to set her trap for her Frank. Well, she thought to herself as the slave kissed and sucked, I have you where you belong now you cunt lapping slut. Mmmmmmmm that was good. She had both hands behind Nancy's head now, pressing, insistent...

"Hey hon, what's going on out there?" Frank hollered from his bed. He had awoken to discover himself all alone.

She was so close. She pulled Nancy's head out of her snatch and leaned down and hissed, "Your choice bitch. Frank or Rex is going to enjoy you tonight. Frank is an ass man and he doesn't get mine. He does want yours, though. He fantasizes about it all the time. Well? You have five seconds to decide. Do I take you into Frank and let him stick his fat cock up your shit hole or do you spend the night with your furry lover outdoors. Tell me now or I decide."

"Rex," Nancy whispered his name. She did not know why; maybe she was trying to save her poor ass. Maybe she enjoyed being hammered by a dog; treated by him as a bitch. Like she was his bitch, she corrected.

Betty was smiling down at her. "Good girl, good little bitch. Rex will be so happy to see you again. He misses your cunt you know. He whines and whines when you step outdoors," she cackled softly.

"Go back to sleep you old fart. I am just seeing to Rexxy. I think he must be having a nightmare," she hollered back to the silent and sleepy hubby. He had already begun to drift back and this was the release he needed to let go and begin his snoring once again.

Turning to the woman kneeling before her she flashed a sneering grin and chortling she reached down and grasped the woman's leash and pulled her along behind her on hands and knees to the cabinet. She spoke as she opened a drawer and rummaged through, "Now where did I put your little pressie, you little bitch? Hmmmm where is it girl?" She spoke as many childless couples speak to their pets, as if they could understand what was meant.

"Ah here it is!" she exclaimed as she stood and turning she pinched Nancy's nose, to pull the woman to a kneeling position. "These are so cute," she murmured as she fastened some kind of attachment to Nancy's collar. "There now, let's have a look at you. We have to make you look presentable for your boyfriend."

She did look a sight and Betty could not hold back. She guffawed and then clamped a pudgy paw over her mouth, but ended up laughing through her fingers, her face contorting and getting red. Nancy could not see herself of course but she was feeling very uncomfortable just watching her nemesis loss control in unbridled glee.