Forced into Submission (11 page)

Claire brushed her lips lightly on Claire’s and released her. She stood up and walked to the door. At the door she turned and smiled.

“Don’t wait too long, Joanie,” she said softly and left.

Joan locked the door behind her and headed for the basement. Mary was still securely fettered and was sleeping. Joan gently unchained her and kissed her awake.

“Everything’s ok now, Mary,” she soothed, “everything’s ok.”

Mary sat up and cringed away from Joan. The loving looks that she had been bestowing on her the past two weeks were gone. She looked weary but like someone who had just been plucked from the jaws of death.

“That was a cop, Joan, they’ve caught you,” Mary said pointedly, “you might as well let me go right now. She told me she’d be back.”

“Oh, Mary,” Joan wailed, “I thought we loved each other.”

“Are you fucking crazy,” Mary sneered, “I was just pretending to love you so you wouldn’t punish me so much. You are one sick twisted bitch and when I get out of here I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done.”

Joan couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had been so sure that Mary had learned…

“Mary,” she said sadly, “I’m going to have to punish you for being bad.”

“Look, you stupid bitch. That cop is coming back and all you are doing is making it worse for yourself.”

“No, Mary, she isn’t coming back. We have an arrangement.”

It was like someone had poured ice water on a raging bonfire. The light went out in Mary’s eyes. She whimpered without knowing that the pitiful sounds were coming from her throat. She begged but Joan was on a rampage and only Mary’s pain could quench her hurt.

***

Things returned to normal over the next few days. Joan was happy with her life and it seemed that Mary’s brief burst of defiance was a distant memory. She hadn’t heard any more from Claire and, as enticing as that brief kiss had been, the thought of sharing Mary stopped any action toward inviting her into Joan’s bubble. She kept Claire’s card in the pocket of her cell and several times had pulled it out and looked at it wistfully but things were too perfect. All of the wild dreams she’d had during the long weeks of stalking Mary had come true. Then came the apocalypse. The transformation of Joan’s world from rosy pink to black came without warning.

She came home from work one afternoon in a fever. She needed Mary’s tongue. Usually when she got home she read the mail, fixed a drink and maybe watched some TV. She savored the thought of her helpless slave chained to the wall in the basement and let the pressure build. Not today. Today she pulled off her clothes, dropped her purse on the counter and headed straight for the basement. It didn’t register that the bolt was not secured until she had already thrown the door open. Inside was her Mary with a naked James all over her.

Joan was above average in intelligence. Her mind took less than a second to take in the scene and realize the full implications of what was going to happen. She whirled, closed the door, bolted it and leaped up the stairs.

“
Fuck!”
her mind screamed,
“that fucking bolt won’t hold that maniac for more than two seconds. Why didn’t I put a stronger one on there?”

She grabbed the cell from her purse and headed into the bathroom, dialing Claire’s number as she ran.

“
Answer, please answer,”
she prayed as she heard the bolt downstairs give way and him thundering up the stairs.

“Hello?” the dulcet tones of Claire’s voice said.

“I need help,” Joan whispered.

She could hear James stomping through the house. She shivered at the thought of being touched by him.

“You need help?” Claire laughed.

“God damn it, Claire, please, I need help.”

“Do you remember what I said about…”

“Claire! Now!” she said urgently, closing the phone and putting it into the laundry hamper.

She only had time to turn toward the door when it burst open and James was standing there. He was naked and his penis was pointing at her grotesquely. She was sickened. She tried to cover herself.

“Joanie,” he beamed, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the basement, “we are going to have so much fun together.”

Her body rebelled. How had this happened? She fought him like a wild animal but he pulled her to the basement and threw her on the bed. She struggled but it was hopeless. It had only been ten minutes since she had walked through the door out of her mind to have Mary’s tongue on her clit and now any thoughts of sex were gone. She was repulsed by thoughts of what James might have planned. Her heart was sickened by the nearness of his pulsing organ.

“This is everyman’s wet dream,” he giggled, “two beautiful helpless women that I can do anything I want with! And no one to stop me! I think I want to start with you, Joanie. I’m going to show you what you have been missing.”

He pulled her legs apart and kneeled between her legs. Joan shuddered and closed her eyes. She started to weep. The snap-crackle pulled her out of her self-pity. She opened her eyes to see James dancing around like a puppet on coked-up strings and Claire standing in a classic shooter’s pose with a stun gun in her hands. James fell to the floor comatose.

“Claire,” she cried out, “thank god!”

Claire ignored her. She hefted James from the floor and cuffed him next to Mary. He opened his eyes and looked around dazedly.

“What the fuck?” he said.

“Indeed!” laughed Claire.

“Wait, you’re that cop lady,” he said.

“Yes, James, I am.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” he whined, “I was just…”

“You were just thinking that you had stumbled on two helpless women who you were going to show how much they really wanted that thing between your legs?”

He smiled a tentative smile and looked down. His penis had never really deflated and now it was throbbing. Two naked women and one hot mean bitch had combined in his brain. He was ready to do what nature had surely intended that he do.

“Do you want a piece of Mister Happy also?” he asked expectantly.

Claire walked over and wrapped her hands around his dick. She leaned in and put her lips next to his ear.

“James,” she whispered, “you have no idea what you’ve stumbled onto here. But to answer your question, yes, I do want a piece of Mister Happy. In fact I intend to take the whole thing.”

“What?” he wailed.

“Don’t worry, James,” she said softly, “I’m going to leave your balls.”

“My balls?”

“Yes, I want you panting but unable.”

“But you can’t,” he howled.

“James, I can,” she laughed.

She turned and looked at Joan who was still lying on the bed. Joan held out her hands in supplication.

“Oh, thank you, Claire,” she effused, “I should have called you sooner.”

“Yes you should have.”

“I know but I…”

“Get over to the wall, Joan,” Claire said, holding the stun gun steadily on her chest.

“Claire!”

“Joan!” Claire chuckled.

“I thought you wanted to…you know…” Joan stammered.

“I did but you didn’t call.”

“I was going to,” Joan lied.

“The wall, Joan.”

#

Welcome to the Neighborhood

“Come in, Mandy, you’re right on time.”

“Uh…Mrs. Farnum, where is everyone else?”

“
W
ell, Mandy, they’ll be along in a bit,” she said. “I wanted you to come early so that we could get you ready.”

“
R
eady?”

“Yes,” she said smoothly, “it’s traditional for the newest member of our neighborhood to serve at our get-togethers and I wanted time to get you into your uniform.”

“Uniform?” I gulped.

“It’s just a formality, Mandy,” she purred, “just part of the mood we like to create.”

I followed her to an upstairs bedroom where what looked like a skimpy French maids costume was laying on the bed. I stopped at the door.

“Um…Mrs. Farnum, you don’t expect that I’m going to wear…”

“Mandy,” she said sternly, “it’s not that big of a deal. It’s like playing dress up. You are the newbie here and the other women will want to see that you are a good enough sport to serve them like this.”

“I don’t mind serving them but that…that costume leaves my…vital areas exposed.”

“Well, Mandy, we prefer that you are exposed but we do have top and bottom coverings if that will make you feel less vulnerable.”

She stepped to the closet and pulled out a bodice that would cover my breasts and a short ruffled skirt that would cover my nether region. I still wasn’t comfortable but I realized that if I was going to be accepted it would have to do. I stripped and donned the costume. When I was dressed I turned to Mrs. Farnum who had been watching the whole time.

“How do I look?” I asked tentatively.

“Very nice, Mandy,” she said. “You are going to make a great serving girl.”

I didn’t know if that was good but it made me blush.

“Just a few more items and you’ll be ready,” she said. “Turn around and give me your hands.”

I turned my back and put my hands behind me. She grabbed my wrists and I felt something cold and metallic encircle them. She had handcuffed me! I whipped back around.

“Wait a minute. What are you doing? How am I supposed to serve anyone like this?” I shouted.

“Well, there’s serving and then there’s ‘serving’,” she laughed.

She reached out and ripped the skirt and bodice off of me exposing my breasts, ass and pussy. Next she locked a collar on my neck and attached a leash.

“Now we’re ready,” she said, dragging me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

There were six other women in the living room when we got there. I didn’t know any of them except Jacque who was my friend from the gym and the reason that my husband and I had moved here.

“Jacque,” I blurted, “what’s going on? Help me, please.”

Jacque looked a little uncomfortable but she didn’t answer me. I looked around wildly for a way out but Mrs. Farnum was holding tightly to my leash and my hands were trapped.

“Ladies,” Mrs. Farnum announced, “I’d like to present our new servant, Mandy.”

I looked down at a sea of eager faces. Even my friend Jacque had a flush of expectation on hers.

“Well, Jacque,” Mrs. Farnum laughed, “I’ll bet your ready for your reward for bringing us our newest servant.”

“Yes, Mrs.…yes, Mabel, I am,” Jacque said.

“I should punish you for being so familiar before I remove your belt,” Mrs. Farnum said with mock severity, “but I guess it’s just a formality now that you’ve brought us this luscious specimen. Stand up and lift your skirt.”

Jacque stood up and raised her skirt revealing what looked like a steel bikini brief covering her vagina. Mrs. Farnum moved to her, inserted a key in the lock in front and the belt fell off. Jacque’s hand went immediately to her clitoris and began rubbing.

“Jacque dear,” Mrs. Farnum giggled, “I know it’s been six months but please show a little restraint. After all it’s your right to use the new girl first so you don’t have to be so crude.”

Jacque blushed and removed her hand, letting her skirt fall. She looked at me with fire coming out of her eyes. I was trembling.

“Mabel, can I, please, can I use the bedroom?” Jacque asked.

“No, Jacque,” Mrs. Farnum responded firmly. “She needs to get used to performing in front of people and anyway with the six months of frustration that is built up in your body, you won’t even notice us after the first few seconds.”

Jacque reached up and snatched my leash from Mrs. Farnum’s hand and dragged me to my knees between her legs. She pulled up her skirt and my face was inches from her cunt. I looked up into eyes that had started to glaze over with lust.

“Jacque, please, don’t make me do this,” I begged.

“Mandy, the proper way to address me is Mrs. Gonzales,” she said coldly. “You are our servant now and if you fail to address or please me properly I will take great pleasure in whipping that little bottom of yours until it bleeds. Now, lick!”

She pulled my mouth on to her pussy and I had no choice but to lick. She had an orgasm in the first minute but I guess that if I had been denied for six months I wouldn’t have lasted any longer myself. She kept me at it for two more before she pushed me away. I was yanked immediately to another crotch.

After they all had sated themselves on my tongue I was kept busy serving them in other ways. Even with my hands cuffed behind me I was expected to hobble to the kitchen and bring back drinks and snacks. Several of the women took great delight in playing with me, keeping me in a state of arousal all afternoon. My level of excitement was such that my mind was fixated on the end of this ordeal when I could finally get home and spend some time with my favorite vibrator.

Jacque started the second round of temple worship and everyone else took a turn. When they finished it was late and I assumed that soon my torment would be over and I could go home.

“Mandy, there is one last thing we like to do during these first sessions,” Mrs. Farnum said. “Jacque, will you do the honors.”

Jacque took me by the arm and led me to a bench in the middle of the room. She lay me face down over it, strapped me down and stepped back. My ass was sticking up like an invitation to be abused. The look on Jacque’s face said it all and I started trembling.

“There, there, Mandy,” she whispered in my ear, “it’ll be over soon. This is just to give you a teensy taste of what will happen if you disobey.”

They each whipped me. Most of them used their hands which while it didn’t hurt as much was very personal and degrading. Some of them alternated hard slaps with their hands and then using their fingers to caress my clit until I was screaming out for relief. Mrs. Farnum used a man’s leather belt and made no pretense that she had anything on her mind but making me scream. It hurt like hell and I was blubbering by the time she finished.

“Well, Mandy,” Mrs. Farnum beamed after the others had left, “not bad for your first time. You are quite a nice addition to our community.”

I didn’t bother to respond. All I wanted now was to be released from these cuffs and this stupid outfit and I planned to go home and never associate with any of them again.