Chapter 24

They pulled Nancy through the back door of the dark and quiet house. It was Sunday night and all were asleep, anticipating Monday morning and the start of a new work week. Nancy was well trained by now and simply went where pulled, keeping her mouth shut. Her mind still functioned though, and right now as she came down from her painful and embarrassing night, she watched her daughter and the teenager who claimed her as her pet. They were so calm and assured, so in control as they tugged this way and that on the dog leash that led her. She wanted to speak to them. She wanted to say, 'Hey guys it has been fun but you know this can't go on.' But she did not, because she did not wish to risk their wrath. So much had happened this past week. Her life had changed forever. She had heard the intermingled snores of Edward and Helga when they passed by the master bedroom. As she thought the name of the woman who displaced her in her marital bed she felt a catch in her throat and a funny gurgle escaped, causing Carrie to turn and shoot her a warning glance as she struggled to regain control over her emotions.

They left her on her bed in her tiny maid's room, taking the collar and leash with them. She was not unhappy to see them go. Helen remained behind after Carrie left the room. Under her gaze, Nancy removed her cowgirl boots. She hated them now as the pink, somewhat garish creations were a reminder of both Betty Franks, a woman who hated her, and of fuck sessions with her dog Rex who loved her, but not in a good way. Helen, as if reading her mind, smiled at her as she carefully stowed the boots in her closet and donned the baby doll gown that was now her sleeping attire. She preferred flannel, she remembered, as her large breasts jiggled uncomfortably in the scanty confines of her silly, small, very pink and very Barbie-like frock. Did Barbie wear a baby doll she wondered? Well it mattered not, because she now did as they continued to treat her as some kind of bimbo slut of theirs.

Nancy stood by the bed, tired to her bones as Helen sat in the only chair talking on her cell phone. She was saying 'un huh' and that she understood, no problem etc. Nancy was only half listening, but she was aware it should probably concern her more than it did. She just needed sleep, she thought as she felt herself swaying. Her nipples hurt, but she was glad they had not concentrated their energy on the hoops hanging from them. Madge had delighted in pulling her up on her tippy toes by them, but that was all. It certainly seemed enough at the time. No, tonight her ass had received the brunt of the attention, and it was still smarting. There seemed to be a deep longer-lasting hurt where Joyce had played tag on her buns with that belt. She wondered if Betty would share that information with Bob, about what his belt was up too tonight while he was out. She doubted it. Helen was wrapping up her conversation and now stood in front of her, smiling benevolently - or was it maliciously? Nancy could not tell. She could not read her teen tormentor at all, and that scared her.

Helen kissed her gently on her eyelids, then licked the side of her face with her wide thick juicy tongue. Nancy stood, by sheer force of will keeping her hands at her sides as Helen's roamed over her tits. She was squeezing Nancy's big jugs and catching her fingers in her nipple rings, pinching and pulling the almost healed nips. They reacted. They got rock hard. They seemed to pulse on her chest. Helen giggled and continued her assault as her mouth moved to Nancy's ear and began whispering to the scared and excited woman, "You are such a slut, Nancy. I can smell your cunt and feel its juices starting to run down your leg. Have you always been this way Nancy pet? Have you always been a slut, just waiting for someone to claim you, to own you? Tell me slut, tell your Mistress why you are helpless to resist my power, you stupid cunt," she hissed.

Nancy trembled with fear and desire, loathing and wanting; she understood not, but that was a different question for another day. Now she was asked for her opinion and by her mistress. There had been precious little of that recently and Nancy feared she would blow this opportunity to say what was on her mind. "Miss Helen, I...

"Don't speak just yet my pet," Helen cautioned her. Her hand had been assaulting Nancy's cunt, and as it traveled in and out it became slicker and went in further. She sensed she was very close to being able to fist her pet and wanted to feel her impaled on her arm as she attempted to articulate her innermost feelings. Helen was still in heels and looked slightly down on Nancy who was barefoot if not fancy free. Her face drew in on her slave as her hand continued to piston slowly but forcefully. In and out, slurp, plop, slurp, plop as she breathed with effort upon Nancy's contorted face. The insistence of her fist at the castle door was being felt and felt hard. Nancy wanted to resist, wanted to will her cunt to close and deny entrance to her mistress's battering ram, but it was not to be. Slurp, pop and she had her impaled.

"HAH!" Helen cried triumphantly as she moved her fist up her pet's vaginal cavity, watching intently as Nancy's eyes grew big. So big and so close and so fearful they were. A sneer-smile grew larger on Helen's face, which was not necessarily mean, but possessive, demanding, and over powering. "Now my slut, as I hold you by your cunt, tell me what you are and why you are helpless to resist my demands on you. And spare me the bull shit about being blackmailed. You are being blackmailed, but even if you were not you would be helpless. Talk to me. I want to hear in your own pathetic voice, in your own trembling words; who are you."

This was not what Nancy hoped would be her stage for pleading her case for release. She was vulnerable. She was at her mistress's mercy.

"Please Miss Helen. I beg you to protect me from those other women. I will be your pet; I will worship and obey you. I will do anything you ask. Just please do not let Betty and Madge and Helga and the other abuse me anymore. You have proven your point. I am your slut and I will obey you. I will be your cheerleader mascot and suck cocks for you and go to my knees in front of your beautiful pussy every night if you command it."

Helen pushed in another quarter inch. She twisted her fist a micro millimeter. She never blinked or lessened her smile one bit. She expected this, and welcomed it. It was time to explain the facts of life once more, in more detail to this cunt she had chosen to be her slave. The training continues.

"Nancy, repeat after me. I am Miss Helen's slave. I am hers to do with as she sees fit. If I do not obey totally my life will change dramatically. I will be arrested; I will go to jail as a pedophile. My husband and children and parents and friends will all desert me. I will become the slave of some low life in prison and when I get out she or her friends will follow and continue to enslave me in a relationship that is twenty times worse than this. I will become a street whore to support some biker chick or worse." Helen spoke quickly and the thoughts just flowed. Tears appeared in Nancy's eyes as her mind took this in.

"I am Miss Helen's slave," Nancy began, her voice breaking as she now stood on tip toe to ease the pain in her cunt.

"That's enough my pet," Helen broke in. "Just don't keep boring me with your ideas on how you should be treated. You are a sex slave. You are a slut. You will fuck Betty's dog for as long and as often as I say so. You will suck the toes of the woman who enjoys your husband's cock in your bed. Do you understand me!?"

'Yes Miss Helen," Nancy sadly replied. She was sad but something else too. She felt love from her mistress, who cared enough for her to want to control her. It was mixed up. Maybe she was a submissive, she thought. Was she forced to be here and do this? There were consequences for disobedience, but she was not in chains. She could leave tonight. She began to tremble again as the very thought of being totally alone in the darkness struck her with terror greater than what she felt when Rex was assaulting her as her friends and own daughter were jeering and cheering him on.

"Now then Nancy, I think we have learned a big lesson tonight," Helen spoke as she removed her fist from Nancy's cunt with a final champagne bottle Plop! "You kneel down and kiss and lick your mistress's pussy and tell me you belong to me and will love and obey me always, and then you get some sleep."

As Nancy fell to the carpet and pulled aside Helen's panties to begin with kisses, heavy with gratitude and true love, Helen smiled down upon her slave's golden curls, petting her as one would a faithful dog.

"I will obey you Mistress, always," Nancy began. Helen did not let her slave bring her to finality but she did keep her on her knees until she had repeated her love and obedience mantra several times before ordering her to bed.

"Nitey nite, pet, and remember, Sally will be round to collect you tomorrow at nine. I want you to set your alarm for 6am and you will shower and dress in your maid outfit, because that is how you will start every day Nancy. You are to prepare breakfast for us all and at 7:30 you will announce that it is ready, starting with Helga as she is the mistress of this house; and then come get Carrie and I and then Rose. Do you follow?"

"Yes Miss Helen. Goodnight Miss Helen. Thank you Miss Helen," Nancy murmured as she drifted away to the temporary freedom of sleep. She woke several times during the night as her demons seem to torment her even in the relative safety of her bed. As she slept, Betty seemed to grow horns and was twice as big as Nancy. Rex was huge also and his cock glowed bright red and dripped cum constantly as he jabbed and jabbed at her holes. She was also different in her slumber. She did not hate the torture and humiliation, but craved it. She waved her ass in the air when Rex came near, seemingly anxious to be fucked by the monster canine. She was crying and Helga was laughing. She laughed like a witch laughed, loud and cackling and her eyes seemed to glow green and purple. Nancy was never allowed off of her knees and Helga pulled her down the street by her leash and in the stores as if she were a normal human pet, naked as day she were born and with her gigantic tits swaying and often scraping the pavement with her distended nipples, now two inches in length when excited. In her dreams she was always excited.

She woke screaming. No it was just the alarm clock was blaring in her ear. Her imagined screams were only her unconscious reaction to her almost unbearable predicament. She was sore; her nipples were sore and her pussy was sore and her ass still smarted from the whipping Joyce had given her. She shook her head to clear it of these concerns which she no longer had the luxury to contemplate and hurriedly rose and showered. She pulled on the ridiculous maid costume; she would never get used to dressing like a servant with the apron and matching lacy white head piece of a housemaid. She sat and did her make up the way Carrie told her she was to look from now on. She used a little redder red on her big lips and some blue eye shadow for a slutty look. She applied lots of mascara to her lashes and more blusher than she ever wore in her life to her cheeks. She finished with bright red polish on fingers and toes to match her glossy lips. For jewelry she was allowed only hoops in her ears and smaller hoops in her nips. Carrie had said she would have more holes and wear more hoops later. Her wedding ring had been taken by Helga the other night. She had always sworn they would have to cut her hand off before she would ever remove her wedding ring, Helga had looked deeply into her eyes and with a superior smile that she always seemed to wear, she simply pulled the ring from her finger and put it in her purse, saying, "There now slut, doesn't that seem more appropriate?" Nancy had been too stunned to reply and simply nodded. Like some empty headed blonde bimbo acceding to the demands of a grown up, she had complied. She had moved one more step closer to becoming a slave.