Chapter 6

Nancy passed among the girls, distributing the glasses of wine to one and all before returning to Helen's feet. After putting down the tray containing only her glass, she knelt down on the carpet and looked expectantly up at Helen.

"Mmmm," Helen purred as she smiled down at her new sub. After taking a long sip of chardonnay, she toasted, "This is a wonderful occasion ladies. We are here to welcome not only a new slave into my pussy service, but also, a new cheerleader to our group, as well as a new 'adult supervisor'."

As Nancy looked dumbfounded, Helen continued. "You see Nancy, Ms. Pratt retired recently and we require the services of an adult to be with us on school trips. School policy demands it, and it can be inconvenient, as in the case of old lady Pratt, who was a real bitch. On the other hand, we have decided to select our own adult this time. We wanted someone who would be more of a mascot for the cheer team, rather than a chaperone. And since you have agreed to be my pet, and attend to the needs of my pussy - to be my pussy slave in fact — you will work out splendidly for the job, To the power that be, you will be supervising us, but in reality you are our new mascot and will be providing us with hours and hours of entertaining services."

At Helen's last statement summing up where they stood, all the cheer girls smiled and nodded in agreement of Helen's appraisal. Betty let out a cackle and the odd whoop and other noises of amazement as she looked on at the odd group of females assembled in the Brenner living room. She was so very, very glad she had invited herself into this party. Yes, indeed, she thought as she absent-mindedly caressed her own breast, this is going to be fun.

Nancy was subdued, cowed even, especially after Carrie had slapped her good and laid down the law in the kitchen, but she was still trying to see some way out of this. It just seemed to go from bad to worse and then it got worse still. She had thought she could put up with pleasuring Helen until the girl tired of the game, and she thought at that point she would somehow bring Carrie back in line when Helen moved on to other, younger girl pets. She wasn't sure about Betty but if she had to kowtow to Betty for a longer period so be it.

Now, this sounded more permanent, or at least long term. Being a Cheerleader sponsor or chaperone would put her in the public eye around the little community of John McCain High, and she was afraid of how she would have to act in front of others if Helen was pulling her strings. Would Helen make her wear the ultra short and tight cheerleader togs of an adolescent, like she wore earlier today? Would she have to publicly slavishly obey Helen and her friends, to her total humiliation, in front of other school kids, teachers, or her neighbors? No, that would not be possible, would it? Surely not, she hoped.

Whatever happened to her, it must not get back to Ed. No, that was the one thing she knew. Ed was the only source of her sense of security. He may not be much in the love and caring department, but he paid the bills and protected her. He was not doing much protecting of her today, but how could she go to him as long as they had her on film, doing those things? Maybe, just maybe, she thought, it could be explained how she was trapped and blackmailed along each step of increasingly damning activity. Hmm, well she would have to see the film and decide. As long as nothing much more happened, maybe she had a way out.

"Earth to pet, Earth to pet," Nancy finally heard Helen saying. "Kneel up here my slut; you never finished your task."

"Yes Mistress," Nancy said as she rose from her slouch to her knees and moved between Helen's spreading legs.

Helen suddenly clamped them shut again, bringing pet up short. "just a minute slut, I think I am ready to feel your lips on my lips." Helen stood and winked at Carrie, who dropped the Ecstasy pill in her mom's wine as Helen pulled her panties down and over her sneakers. She threw them towards MJ, who ignored the missile like the born videographer she was becoming. She had her orders and it was really only one - Get everything on tape that happens; make sure it is focused and that Nancy's face is constantly visible (unless it is pressed into someone's pussy. The arrangements had already been made with Garry, a semi-professional film editor, to work with them later and produce the film they wanted.

Helen sat back down, her cunt exposed and getting wet in anticipation. "Pet, you haven't touched your wine. Come now, this is supposed to be a celebration. Take a sip. No I mean take a drink, that's right, drink it down like a true slut," she laughed. Her laughter was beautiful to hear, even if her intentions this day were not. Nancy set her empty wine glass back on the table and turned to do her Mistress' bidding.

Jenny went out and brought back another bottle of wine and poured them all a second glass. The atmosphere was turning into more of a party as Nancy continued to obey Helen. In fact, Nancy concentrated entirely on Helen's cunt, lapping and sucking for over a half hour. Nancy was no longer thinking about how to extricate herself from a humiliating and dangerous situation; she was feeling slightly dizzy and warm as if feverish. Her own pussy was tingling and her nipples yearning to be pinched and bitten as she pleasured her young Mistress.

Nancy assumed some of the old feelings she had experienced when submitting to her friend Sally were resurfacing. She did not feel drugged and was not aware that she had taken a healthy dose of Ecstasy in her wine, but she was starting to enjoy the party now. The film from that point on showed a happy and aroused woman who was cooperating and even initiating some of the games she was made to participate in.

Helen had already experienced two hard orgasms, and since she showed no intention of being sated, Nancy's tongue continued to lick and her lips to kiss that heavenly place she now called her mistress. Betty was enjoying the wine and watching the action, but she had become a little bit bored so she stretched out the toe of her cowboy boot as she was sitting facing Helen. Gently she rubbed Nancy's pussy from behind, causing the now aroused sluttish sex slave to moan into Helen's cunt. Helen's eyes opened at the sensation that caused between her thighs, and she looked down at her pet. Seeing the boot there, she looked toward Betty and smiled her acceptance. Betty, having been green-lighted to continue the intrusion, crossed her leg over her other knee and flexed again so that her toe made contact. MJ went to wide angle so she would get all the action at once.

Carrie smiled knowingly at Jenny and squeezed her friend's hand with a feeling of sexual excitement. Nancy was getting more and more aroused and found it difficult to focus on pleasuring the pussy that her face was pushed into. Although the sensations were being felt between her own thighs, her tongue was actually increasing the pace of licking as Betty's boot moved roughly in and out of her cunt. At first it had been painful but as Betty continued it felt like a fire had been started in her nether regions. The combination of the pain of Betty's toe banging her pussy lifting her almost off the floor and the effect of the Ecstasy was enough, but when Betty began to hurl sneering insults at her it was almost too much.

"Come on Slut, work that tongue, get your whoring face all the way in that cunt you dirty slutty pig," Betty laughingly shouted at her neighbor. Betty was enjoying this more than she had enjoyed anything in quite some time. It had been a long time coming; she really had disliked Nancy since she first moved into the neighborhood. Being a bit of a bully, she had channeled all her life's resentments against the most convenient target but she had heretofore never had the guts to confront Nancy. The bad feelings had built up over time and now they were being released.

"Suck, suck, suck, you cunt lapping whore," she laughed. It felt good, oh God did it feel good, thought Betty. It was even better that the woman's own daughter was laughing with her at her mother's debasement. "Carrie how did a nice kid like you end up with such a slut for a mother?" she asked as her boot kept on kicking her victim's pussy. She had found just the right amount of force to use. It was not too hard to cause her to fall to the floor in pain, but it would be sore as hell in the morning, and that made it all worthwhile.

Carrie giggled. "I don't know Betty, but she sure likes pussy doesn't she?" She had had three glasses of wine and the scene before her struck her as incredibly funny. Over the years, she first tried to stick up for her mom when Betty would make her snide comments, but it got tiresome and she kind of liked Betty, who always treated her as more grown up than Nancy had. She shared her smokes, even though Carrie was way too young to smoke, and occasionally Betty gave her a beer and chewed the fat and just never treated her as being too young to bother with.

The day after the party when Betty accused Nancy of flirting with Frank, Betty was drinking some wine and she commiserated with Carrie about what had happened, and Carrie was shocked at her mother's behavior. She was too immature to see that Betty could not see the events any other way, given her jealous feelings towards Nancy. "Give her the boot, Betty. Give her the boot," Carrie drunkenly cried.

The others picked up the chant. "The boot, give her the boot." They were all laughing now and having a grand old time. Helen held tight to her sluts ears now as Betty was banging her a little harder and Nancy was now squirming to get away from the sharp red invading toe. Betty was tattooing her with a vicious rhythm; kick and hold, twist and out and then again.

Suddenly Helen had an earth shattering cum. It was just too much, the bump of Betty's boot in her slut's pussy transferred to hers and it could be put off no longer. "Ahh, oh, oh my God, aiieeeee, aw fuck!" she screamed, then she stopped and held the wonderful feeling face hard to her cunt as if she could keep the sensation as long as it were stuck there. Finally the woman was released, gasping for life-giving oxygen; she slumped to the floor. Nancy's face hit the carpet, her knees buckled under but her ass was still held high by the cowboy boot still wedged in her crack. Betty's foot was a prisoner and they all thought the slut had passed out.

Betty giggled at the sight of Nancy impaled on her shoe, and then there was a moan. Then Nancy stirred and turned her face to one side and they saw the contented look of a woman who also had cum.

"Well I'll be damned," drawled an amused Betty. "The whore got off on my boot." First they were all silent, kind of just nodding at that statement, and then they all burst out laughing.

"How embarrassing," screamed Carrie though her tears of laughter. "My mother is a slut who likes a good boot to her cunt" More laughter. Jenny was pouring more wine all around and kissing and tickling Carrie as they shared in the joke.

Helen felt like lying there all night, and she did lie there for a while, as did Nancy who was now passed out. Finally, deciding the party needed a boost, she started kicking her new bitch to wake her up. "Come on pet, get up. Wake up you slut!"

"Mph," Nancy groaned. She rolled her eyes and after a couple of more kicks connected with her tits, she slowly rose to her knees and looked expectantly up at her Mistress for instructions. She was so dizzy and hot. God, she felt so horny, she thought. She looked around bleary eyed, with this feeling of love and eroticism, and wished she could have sex with them all. She had an itch that needed scratching.

"Betty let me buy you a drink," Helen joshed. "You ladies take care of my pet while we go to my office, ok?" Placing an arm around her waist, Helen ushered Betty out to the kitchen for a private powwow.

First she opened yet another bottle and poured her and Betty each a glass. They were both sober but feeling very fine. "Betty, let me ask you something."

"Shoot, my new young friend," Betty shot back.

"Betty, Carrie was telling me the other day that you have a dog named Rex."

As Betty waited for the other shoe, Helen went on. "She tells me Rex is a big German shepherd type and still has his balls."

"You are right, Helen. That dog is big and he has the biggest balls I have seen on a dog. If it walks, Rex has tried to hump it, if you know what I mean."

"Great, he sounds just like what we need. Er, have you ever tried him out, I mean you know, just to see if he was interested?" Helen asked her.

"Hell no! What exactly do you take me for, missy? Do you think I am some kind of pervert or something? I mean that is sick, anybody that would fuck a dog is really screwed up in the head. Know what I mean?" Betty replied. She was not mad though because she thought she saw where this was headed.

"Well you know we gave our girl a little Ecstasy cocktail tonight and I think she might just be up for some puppy love, ya know," laughed Helen. "But hey I don't want to do something that you think might screw up your family pet, Betty," Helen said.

"Heck, you couldn't mess with his mind Helen," Betty laughed. "He was always a fucker and always will be. I am sure he is up for it though. He did try and jump me once and I had to slap him silly, but I can tell you he is built like a small horse. I think he is half shepherd and half Great Dane, she laughed.

They rejoined the others in the living room and discovered that the others had continued the fun and games. As they stood in the doorway, MJ was filming again as Nancy was doing her best impression of the filling in a sex sandwich. Her eyes closed, the sweat glistening on her body, she was humping Jenny's strap on in her pussy. Carrie knelt between her legs and held her mother around her waist and she was fucking her at the same time with an even bigger strap on in her ass. They had the oversexed horny woman's fingers interlaced behind her head, with the straps of a ball gag holding them securely there. Carrie had one hand on the end of the ball gag strap so her mother's head was forced to sit up proudly.