Chapter 7

Day one was almost done. All that was left before day two began was a good cleaning with the garden hose that Carrie now carried in her other hand as she led her mother to the middle of their back yard. It was one of those with a spray attachment where you just pressed the handle down and a high pressure stream shot out at the target. The target in this case was a downtrodden filthy naked slut, who 24 hours ago would have been standing in her own yard, using the same hose to give her rose bushes some needed water. But this day she strained against her leash as her daughter let the jet of water roam up and down her body, as she ordered her to turn this way, then the other way. She was eventually bent over and her holes were feeling the full brunt of the icy cold blast as she felt the stiff bristles of the brush she kept to clean mud off of boots and such.

Carrie worked the hose like she was cleaning the underside of their pickup of some dried on clumps of mud and debris. Nancy's pussy hurt. Her ass hurt. Her tits were now jumping up and down under the spell of the brush. She opened her mouth and almost drowned as Carrie continued her thorough job. 'Slut wash.' She should put up a sign, Carrie thought as her mother danced to the tune of hose and brush. Finally she tired of the entertainment, shut off the hose, threw the brush aside and roughly drug her mother through the door to the back porch of the empty Brenner residence.

Ed had not returned last night; he had phoned and was quite relieved to find out that Nancy was sleeping, so no half-hearted lies were needed. He just told Carrie he was staying with a buddy after drinking a little too much. He chatted with Carrie a little and said he would be going golfing tomorrow and would see them all later Sunday afternoon. Rose had left to play with her school chums at the mall, after getting the ok from Carrie. She was so happy to be allowed to run off and skip church that she never questioned Carrie's story about Nancy being in bed with a cold. However, the only cold thing Nancy was in bed with was Rex's nose in her twat and that was now a hazy memory; hazy but not forgotten. It would never be forgotten. That huge hairy dirty dog with his hard driving doggie cock and his mean spirited owner, Betty, were not the kind of experiences that you wanted to remember, nor were you able to forget.

Carrie led her newly broken-in slut mom through to the living room and removed her collar. She held it in Nancy's face and with her other hand raised her chin so she could look her mother directly in the eye. "Tell me whose collar this belongs to, slut."

Nancy was still trying desperately to stop shivering from her freezing shower but managed, "It-t-t-t's my collar Mistress." She had been totally broken by the experiences of yesterday and last night, at the hands of Helen, her daughter, Betty and of course Rex. It was still hazy but one thing was clear. She was no longer her own person. There were pictures and evidence that would screw up her life for good or at least make her have to start over somewhere, somehow, and she lacked the courage and strength to even think about that. Suddenly the one person who most shocked and terrified her right now was shouting at her.

"WRONG SLUT!" Carrie shouted at her. "You are so slow, slut. Now repeat after me. 'That is your pet's new collar Ma'am, and she loves it very much.' Now you try it, and try and remember that Helen is your only Mistress, ok? You will refer to me as Ma'am or Ms. Carrie but not Mistress. The same goes for Betty. You should call her Mrs. Franks, or of course Ma'am."

"Yes Ms. Carrie." Nancy soon performed satisfactorily for her daughter, after only a couple of swats on the ass with the collar. She learned to speak of herself in the third person, to curtsey after speaking, to always address her daughter respectfully and to always look her offspring in the eye and smile as if she were enjoying her demoted status as submissive servant. To sulk or pout was not an option for her.

The rest of the morning was spent cleaning and normal housework, albeit wearing her abbreviated maid costume of thigh high stockings, white boots and the lacy apron and maid cap Betty had given her. Carrie was too tired to engage her in any more strenuous activity of a sexual nature, but Helen had stressed that these first days were very important and obedience must be reinforced and training continued unabated. Carrie was lying on the living room sofa, keeping an eye out for Rose. She wasn't sure how or even if she would share this change in their mother's status with her younger sister just yet. Rose was a pretty savvy kid and might get a kick out of it, particularly if it meant new freedoms for her. But it had to be handled correctly, so that she didn't let the cat out of the bag to the wrong people.

It was not easy keeping a lid on something like this as Carrie was learning. I mean Betty was okay; she knew enough to play it cool, but Rose was young and might let it slip or want to share it with a friend. Just then the front bell rang. Carrie knew it was Helen because she said she was going to be there at 1 o'clock and she was always punctual as hell.

"Get the fucking door slut."

"Yes, Ms. Carrie, uh Ma'am?"

"What now, bitch?"

"Well it's just that I do not have any clothes on and I don't know who is at the door is all, Ms. Carrie," Nancy stammered.

"It doesn't matter who is there," Carrie barked. "What matters is that I told you to get the fucking door. In fact, you should have come to me when you first heard it, as fast as your little feet could carry you, curtsied and said to me, 'May I please answer the door Ma'am?' Don't you think that is what you should have done? Hmmm?"

"Yes, of course Ms. Carrie, I am so sorry."

"Never mind slut, this is a training period and I will be lenient; just don't make the same mistake twice, understand?"

"Yes ma'am, may I answer the door ma'am?"

"Yes you may, slut and be quick about it; they have been waiting for ten minutes for you to get your fat ass out there!"

After ringing the bell several times Helen could hear the footfalls coming toward the door and imagining her new pet anxiously approaching, she prepared herself and as soon as Nancy opened the door and her mouth, she slapped the woman solidly across her face, then for good measure, gave her the back of her hand before walking past her startled pet into the house.

"You are never to keep your Mistress waiting like that again. The next time it happens I shall pull you out on your porch with your big fat naked ass hanging out for all to see! Do you follow?"

"Yes Ma'am, I mean, Yes Mistress"

Helen smirked and looked like she was trying to decide whether on not to strike her again for her screw-up in addressing her. Instead, she snaked out a hand and nabbed an ear lobe jerked downward. "Down pet. On your knees."

Helen strode into the house, pulling Nancy's ear, and her pet followed as fast as her knees could go, trying to keep up and prevent herself from being pulled over on her face. They quickly arrived where Carrie had remained seated. "Good afternoon, Carrie sweetie. Have you been taking good care of my pet?"

Carrie glanced at her mother who was grimacing from the carpet burns her knees suffered from her forced march, and gave a giggle. "Oh yes, pet and I have been having an instructive day, haven't we mother?"

Being called that now was ever so much more embarrassing than slut or pet, since her daughter obviously meant it derisively. "Yes Ms. Carrie, your slut has found it most instructive." Nancy quickly followed her little speech with a half curtsey and looked up and smiled at both of the grinning teenagers. It was most unpleasant but she knew better than to disobey either of them, nor to appear sullen or resentful in word or expression.

"Okay then, it sounds like we are making progress in that area," Helen said. "Now get over here, cunt, and remove my jeans and show me you know what to do when you find yourself between the thighs of a superior woman."

Nancy pulled her Mistress's jeans and bikinis off over her runners and knelt expectantly. Helen buckled her collar on her and attached the leash to the D ring on the rear of the collar. She leaned back, brought her shoes over Nancy's shoulders to rest them on her back and pulled on the leash until she felt her favorite tongue stretch out and begin lapping at her cunt lips.

"Ahhh, there is just nothing like a well trained cunt lapper at work between one's legs," Helen said as she sighed and wiggled her ass until she felt comfortable. She then pushed down on her pets head until she felt her wet tongue on her anus, "Be a dear and start there and work yourself up," she commanded with a chuckle.

An hour later, after Nancy's knees and jaws began aching and Helen had had many earth shattering orgasms, they heard the front door open and footsteps coming their way. 'It has to be Rose, ' thought Nancy as her eyes popped open in terror at being seen that way by her young daughter. Despite the terror, however, shw was unable to defy her insistent Mistress.

"Hi Rose, how's tricks?" asked Carrie, standing between the action in the living room and her younger sister, entirely blocking Rose's view of her mother.

"Hi Carrie, where's mom?"

"Still resting, sugarplum," Carrie replied. "Why don't you play quietly or read in your room for awhile? I am sure she will be up soon. I will fix you some lunch if you are hungry"

"Yeah Carrie that would be great; I'm starved," Rose agreed. "See you later."

Returning to the living room, Carrie noted that her mother continued to worship at her altar, as her Goddess had pulled her leash under her hip and had Nancy's face so tight to her snatch that Carrie wondered how the woman was even able to draw a breath. She was tiring of all the sucking sounds coming from pet, but figured that Helen was still enjoying her a lot. Carrie stood at the doorway, wary of Rose coming back down for any reason. No need to burst her bubble today. It would have to happen soon but not today.

"Ok my sex piggy, up you come." Helen relaxed the leash and hooked two fingers in Nancy's nose and forced her head up at attention. She sat and gazed into Nancy's mouth as if considering something of great import. Her juices had made a mess of her pet's face and hair.

"You know Carrie, I think your mom would look great with a barbell in the middle of her tongue, don't you?" Helen asked.

Carrie laughed loudly. "You mean she would feel good to your cunt with a barbell in her tongue, don't you?"

Helen looked at her and a second later joined her in mirthful laughter. "Yeah I guess that is what I mean. Anyway I think I will have that done and a bunch of other piercing too. I want her just like MJ, with big hoops in her nipples and barbells in her mouth and down below and maybe a hole in her nose so I can put a ring there when we are not in public; you know like some of those farmers do with their cows. Doesn't that sound like fun, Bessy?" Helen laughed at Nancy's look of sheer terror. "Well you will get used to it, and I mean all of it."

Carrie took her mother by the wrist and led her to her room, with Helen following. "Ok slut here is what we have gotten you to wear here at home when others are here," Carrie said as she held up a white mini dress with short puffy sleeves, a moderately plunging v-neck that would show quite a bit of cleavage and a short pleated skirt with a black lace edge around the bottom hem. Nancy gasped and gaped at the very short costume.

"What will your father think?! How will I explain why I am wearing this ridiculous maid costume?" she exclaimed to no one in particular.

Carrie paused, and smiling an evil smile she reached into the store bag and produced a matching maid hairpiece, a six strand garter belt, a thong and a pair of four-inch heels. All were in white and the heels were patent leather open toed pumps. The last item was the obligatory apron which was white lace with a ribbon border that matched the skirt edging. It was cute and sexy and so small it would tie around her waist and fall short of the bottom of her mini skirt. The picture was one of sexiness. It was the typical maid uniform; if you were a maid in a Benny Hill skit.

"You are going to explain to Daddy and to Rose that you are planning on rejoining the work force in order to bring in some extra cash for holidays and other special things. As you are virtually untrained, you are going to start working for Sally Henniman's company which caters to households that need someone for once a week cleaning and serving at parties. You can say you hope to get something in an entry-level position in an office but that may take awhile for someone to give you an opportunity, so you want to start doing something right away."

"You just tell dad that Sally suggested that you start wearing the company uniform right away to get used to it, and that her customers find it very cute. Tell him that it is a marketing advantage with her and that her customers are mainly matronly well-off house wives and very few men. Let me handle Rose; she will believe whatever I tell her. Maybe I will say you have lost your mind. She might believe that; she was pretty flabbergasted that you were joining us for cheerleading practice."

Carrie continued as Nancy tried to digest the next indignity she was to endure, "Besides which, I think Eddy will love it; let's face it mom, your hubby is tired of seeing your sad old ass around here. Maybe if you spice it up and show a little tits and ass every night he would call you for that welcome home bj more than once a week. You would like that wouldn't you, slut mommy? I can see your mouth forming an "O" like you do when he slams his dick in there. You are such a slutty little cocksucker, mom."

While the girls chatted about their friends and events of the day, Nancy took a shower as instructed and came back all freshly shaven and powdered. She had put her hair back in a high pony tail and painted her lips bright red, added the normal mascara, eyeliner, etc. She looked a little like a high class hooker.

Helen and Carrie had decided not to go over the top when Nancy was around family or in the vanilla public. There would be lots of opportunity to slut her up and play their games. Yes, plenty of time indeed.

Nancy dressed as the girls watched. Nancy pulled down on her tiny skirt, trying for as much coverage as possible. They watched silently, finally Helen cleared her throat and glared at her pet, hands on her hips.

Nancy stopped fussing and stood, basically at attention. Then Carrie extended her hand to Nancy with a small balled up piece of cloth dangling from it. "Here, bitch put some panties on. You don't have to be a slut all of the time, do you?"

"Yes Ma'am, uh I mean no Ma'am, thank you Ma'am," Nancy softly murmured.

Carrie smirked and spoke again. "All right, when dad or Rose are around and I mean anywhere in the house, you are to address me and Helen by our first names as you normally would in your prior life. However, you will not, I repeat, will not give us any orders. That part of your life is over. If either of them or anyone else for that matter, questions as to why you do not control your daughter, or why I seem to be controlling you, you will say something to the effect that I am growing up and becoming a young lady and you are trying to show me respect and obedience by your own example, or some bullshit like that."