Choir Director

Choir Director - 3

Jane Parks

Ff/F, Ff/FF, Humil

My good girls know who they are. This is for all of them.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law.

As she drove home from the big city and her interlude with Rev. Stokes, Angela was treated to a continuous stream of whimpers and squeals coming from the back seat. As a reward for her unrestrained assistance in playing with Mandy and humiliating her while they had been the guests of Rev. Stokes, Angela had allowed Lisa to capture her subby schoolteacher in the back of the big sedan and to use and abuse her in any way she chose. Lisa was more than happy to take advantage of Angela's generosity by compelling Mandy to employ her soft hands and warm, wet tongue to stimulate her sensitive places: her breasts, her underarms, her knee hollows, the soles of her feet, her vulva. For her part, Mandy was doing her level best to live in the moment: concentrating totally on obeying her overpowering student's wanton demands and leaving tomorrow's humiliations and degradations to tomorrow. She knew deep down in her soul that sooner or later, her forced lewd intimacy with one of her students was surely going to ruin her, both professionally and personally. But Angela, her owner, had made it crystal clear that she must obey Lisa's lurid instructions. So Mandy obeyed.

When Lisa finally got tired of being stroked and serviced orally by her teacher, she pushed Mandy's head away from her sex and sat up in her seat. Mandy had not been allowed to put on her slutty short shorts or crop top, so she remained totally naked stretched across the back seat of the big sedan. That meant that her body was completely available to Lisa, who began tormenting her: teasing, groping, pinching, squeezing, fondling. That she continued to do until her teacher was once more a wriggling mass of unrequited sexual heat. Lisa knew how much Angela liked hearing Mandy vent her burning sexual need and frustration. So, by the time they reached Lisa's house, Mandy was entertaining both her owner and her student with an almost non-stop litany that involved begging to be permitted to salve her burning genital itch. Of course, Lisa and Angela had no intention whatsoever of honoring Mandy's pitiful pleas for release. They were having too much fun humiliating and tormenting her for that. Just too much fun.

It was dark on the little country lane where Lisa lived, so Angela and Lisa decided they would just spirit Mandy into Lisa's house still naked. Mandy didn't want to get out of Angela's car stark naked out in a public lane, but a few stinging slaps from her owner convinced her otherwise. Angela did allow Mandy to cover herself as best she could by draping a blanket that she kept in the car over her shoulders. But the blanket wasn't very big, and so it uncovered more than it covered up, to Lisa's diabolical delight

To say that Lisa's mother Tracey was surprised when she opened her front door to find two adult women with her daughter, one of them practically naked, was an understatement of the first order. Lisa brazenly pushed her mother aside and strode purposefully into her living room with Mandy in tow and Angela happily bringing up the rear.

Tracey stared at Lisa, her mouth wide open in disbelief.

"Lisa, What's going on. Who are these women."

Lisa stepped up boldly right in front of her mother and, without a single word of explanation, backhanded her hard across the cheek.

Tracey cried out in pain and surprise and leapt back.

Lisa had fire in her eyes.

"Shut up, Mommy dear, and I'll tell you who they are."

Tracey lowered her head. She knew that should have waited for Lisa to explain. She knew that she had done wrong. She had made her daughter angry again, and she knew that sooner or later she would pay dearly for doing that. The knowledge that her daughter would soon be punishing her for her transgression made Tracey's nether lips sparkle with sex dew.

Lisa looked over to where Angela and Mandy were standing and watching her. Slowly, deliberately, she extended her hand and began unbuttoning her mother's blouse.

Tracey tried to move away, but her daughter glared at her, forcing her to stand still.

"Please, Lisa. Please. Not now. Not in front of them. Please. You're embarrassing me."

Lisa continued unbuttoning her mother's blouse in total unconcern.

"Shut up, Mommy, I said. Angela knows all about you and how you belong to me. I already told her. So just stand there and prove what a good little Mommy slut you are."

Tracy began to cry silently, but she didn't move any more. Angela smirked when she saw that Tracey was doing absolutely nothing to stop her daughter from carrying on. Mandy just stared like an automaton. She was forcing herself to remember that her place was to live in the moment. As long as Angela continued to tell her exactly what she was supposed to do, Mandy knew that she would be all right. And if Angela humiliated her or degraded her, that was all right too. After all, she now belonged to Angela. Didn't she?

Lisa's free hand shifted till it pointed directly toward Angela.

"That's Angela, Mommy dear. She directs the choir over at the church. You've seen her there on Sundays recently."

Lisa shifted a little further.

"And that almost naked little slut face over there is Ms. Mandy Beale. She's one of my teachers from school. You know. The one I told you about. The one who was always looking at me as if she really wanted to eat me out in the worst way. Well, Mommy, tonight I let her have her wish. Isn't she cute?"

Tracey was virtually dumbstruck. It was true that she had been her daughter's sexual thrall for more than a year now. She was the irrevocable prisoner of her sick craving to be carnally dominated by her daughter. In furtherance of that craving, she had committed all sorts of sick, humiliating, degrading acts to satisfy Lisa's almost insatiable will to dominate. She had even been degraded to the point of being forced to pay oral homage to Lisa's newest conquest, a little classmate named Tori. But that. That was something entirely new and different. Here was one of Lisa's teachers from school actually standing almost completely naked right here in her living room. And there beside her was Angela, the new choir director from her church. And it was perfectly clear from the way Mandy's eyes continued to dart over to Angela and back that Lisa's teacher belonged to Angela in much the same way that Tracey herself belonged to her daughter Lisa.

By now, Lisa had completely unbuttoned her mother's blouse and was possessively fondling her pendent breasts. Tracey was so astonished by the scene playing itself out in her living room that she almost didn't even feel Lisa's exploring hand. Almost. What she did feel was a growing fretfulness. Where were Lisa and Angela going to go with their kinky little scenario? How would they involve her? Would it make her pussy wet and tingly? Would they allow her to cum?

Lisa watched her mother's face for signs of incipient rebellion. At the merest hint of recalcitrance on Tracey's part, Lisa was more than ready to slap obedience back into her mother. And as she continued to fondle and explore, she saw that Tracey was still enough her own person to balk at some of the things she and Angela chose to do. Lisa decided to try rewarding her mother's obedient demeanor in a manner she knew Tracey liked very much. Lisa removed her taunting hand from her mother's blouse, lifted her own short skirt till the hem was bunched about her waist, and stood there waiting for Tracey to do what was expected of her. Seeing what Lisa had done, Tracey immediately fell to the floor before her and began snuffling around her pantied crotch. She could smell her daughter's heady sex smell, and it drove her wild, just as much as it had that very first day when Lisa seduced her. For Tracey, her daughter had the most compelling sex scent of any woman she had ever known. Tracey lost track of everything around her save for her need to lick and sniff her daughter through her panties.

As Tracey contentedly snuzzled her daughter's panty-clad sex, Angela stood right next to Mandy and began possessively fondling her body where the blanket failed to cover her up. Soon, Mandy was so hungry for what she craved that she nearly collapsed onto the floor. By that time, both Tracey and Mandy were singing a descant of perverse sex hunger: just like two frantic pussycats in heat. Angela and Lisa smiled at each other. That was shaping up into a grand evening.

Then, all of a sudden, as if shocked, Tracey tried to pull away from her wanton task. Lisa put her hand on her mother's head, but Tracey scrambled to her feet.

"No, Lisa. No more. I've done everything you said, but that is just too much. I'm your mother, Lisa. You can't treat me this way."

Lisa jumped up and slapped her mother several times across her face to try to instill obedience into her. Tracey let out a cry of pain and tried to run down the hall to her bedroom to get away from her daughter's stinging blows. Lisa called for Angela to help her and the older, stronger woman instantly grabbed Tracey by the shoulders and held her fast. Without a word, Lisa ran down the hall and returned in seconds with a couple of pills she had been saving for just such a situation. Between them, Lisa and Angela pried Tracey's jaws open and made her swallow the soporific pills. Within a minute or two, Tracey was almost comatose, all fight taken out of her. Lisa and Angela led the stumbling woman to her bedroom and placed her on her bed.

As she lay there on her bed, Tracey let drunken syllables follow each other out of her mouth with no meaning attached as she completely gave in to the effects of the sopors.

Lisa smiled and allowed her fingers to trace a lewd pattern across her mother's open blouse, pressing ever so gently against Tracey's pert breasts. Her mother gurgled happily as her consciousness faded. Lisa then brazenly allowed her hungry fingers free reign over Tracey's breasts. She was just so excited to be feeling her mother up. And Tracey rewarded her erotic efforts with more sighs and happy little squeals of pleasure.

"Mommy, you look really tired. Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Tracey shook her head as if trying to clear it of cobwebs.

"Not sleeeepy."

Lisa just smiled.

As Angela and Mandy looked on, Lisa began by removing Tracey's sandals from her feet. Then she rooked up the skirt of her sleeping mother and slid the knee-highs off Tracey's calves. Lisa shivered in salacious anticipation as her hands caressed her mother's smooth, slender legs. There was going to be such a good evening after all. At least the first part.

Next, Lisa managed by main force and with Angela's assistance, to roll Tracey over onto her back. Her mother's shallow breathing assured Lisa that Tracey was definitely deep asleep. Lisa wasted no time unsnapping her Mother's skirt. Then she peeled the filmy blouse off Tracey's slack body with a little assist from Angela, who fell to her work willingly. Tracey sat still and raised her arms up to help. It was just as if Tracey were a drowsy child helping her mother undress her. Tracey was wearing a sports bra under the blouse, and it was no trick at all for Lisa to take it off her.

At that point, Lisa just had to stop and admire her mother's small but firm breasts. They were milk white, with little pink nubs of nipples and almost no areolas at all. In a flash of need-driven inspiration, Lisa bent over her sleeping mother and began softly suckling her erect nipples. Lisa just could not resist sucking on Tracey's yummy tit nipples.

As Lisa continued to suck her mother's breast flesh softly into her warm, wet mouth, Tracey let a small moan of pleasure escape her lips. That made Mandy smile. But Angela, standing there beside the bed, grew impatient to get on with the torment of Tracey and her sharp admonition concerning time invaded Lisa's sweet thoughts and the young girl redoubled her efforts to prepare her mother for what lay ahead.

Quickly now, Lisa pulled Tracey's skirt down her slender, shapely legs and let it drop to the floor. Then, she plucked at Tracey's sheer panty waistband and drew the tight silk briefs over her slim hips and down her smooth thighs to her knees, then completely off her legs.

Then Lisa raised herself up off the bed and beheld her mother, lying there naked, defenseless, and vulnerable to whatever Angela's nefarious whims and diabolical wickedness decreed would befall her. And Lisa knew deep in her soul that she herself was the one who had betrayed her mother into Angela's hands. And after acknowledging her betrayal of her mother, Lisa grinned all over her face. Being Judas wasn't so bad after all.

The teen girl again looked at her watch. Five minutes remaining of the time Angela had allotted her to prepare her mother. If she hurried, there was still a little time to indulge herself and her own hot desires before turning her mother over to Angela. Lisa tentatively placed her long index finger on the very top of the drowsing Tracey's exposed vulval cleft and began to rub softly. As she did so, Lisa looked up questioningly at Angela, who smiled down approvingly. Events could wait for a little bit more. Even though drugged, Tracey still sensed enough of what Lisa was doing to her to open her thighs instinctively, thereby communicating her desire for even more. Lisa smiled, then began sliding her fingertip slowly up and down her mother's mossy cleft. Tracey moaned softly and stretched her long, slender legs in a catlike expression of contentment.

"Enjoy it while you can, Mommy," Mandy whispered, well aware that this was probably the last time her mother would ever again enjoy sexual feelings unfettered either by pain, guilt, or humiliation. Such was Tracey's new lot in life and Lisa really did not much mind sharing her with Angela. Not if it meant that she could have even a little taste of Angela to enjoy as a reward for her treachery.

As for Tracey, she was beginning to come alive to Mandy's lewd ministrations. Her labia were becoming dew glistened and just a little puffy. But Lisa's time alone with her mother was now growing very short. The suddenly anxious teen girl removed her mucus-coated fingertip from her mother's slit, brought it to her mouth, and quickly sucked off all the salt-sweet tasting love fluid.

Tracey tasted just great, exactly like Lisa already knew that she would. And maybe, just maybe, Angela would let her have some more, later. But for now she must move on, and there was not much time remaining.

Lisa quickly took off her own clothes so that she would comply with Angela's instructions. Once she was completely undressed, Lisa stood up and made the gesture of offering her mother, all ready and vulnerable to Angela. In response, Angela made the same gesture to her, offering her Mandy in exchange. Without saying a word, Lisa reached out and viciously tweaked one of Mandy's erect nipples. And for her efforts, Lisa received the satisfaction of hearing Mandy squeal shrilly. That made the teen girl laugh out loud. Mandy was ever so much fun to abuse.

Lisa, Angela, and Mandy all stared down at the sleeping naked Tracey. She lay wantonly stretched out across her bed. Her slender arms extended high above her head so that her armpits were exposed and her pert breasts were fully extended: the nubbin nipples erect and glistening from Lisa's suckling. Lisa unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation as she inspected her mother's long, slim legs, which lay open to invitingly reveal her dew moistened vulva to her daughter's lewd gaze.

Seeing her mother so vulnerably displayed drove the sex hungry teen to want to take her right that very minute. But Angela had other ideas. As Lisa moved purposively toward the big bed, Angela, who stood beside the bed, reached around her and placed her groping hand on one of Lisa's pert breasts.

"Hold on, sweetie. Let me get her all ready for you, first. Wouldn't you rather take her when she is conscious and knows exactly what you're doing to her but still can't say 'no'."

Lisa paused.

Angela leaned against the young girl and whispered seductively in her ear.

"It's so much more fun when they really don't want to do it but they have to do it, anyway. You already know that. Don't you, sweetie."

Lisa nodded her head in agreement.

Angela purred into Lisa's ear as her hand slid slowly along her naked hip.

"I'll even make your Mommy beg you to fuck her with that nice strap on I have out in my car, and I'll make her beg you to do anything else you want to her for that matter. When I get through with her tonight, from now on, she will belong to you completely. I promise. That is, unless I want her for myself from time to time. You don't mind if I have your Mommykins all to myself to play with occasionally. Do you, baby."

Lisa's little slit gave a spasm of excitement.

"OK, Angela. I'll wait. And no, I don't mind if you have her to play with occasionally, just as long as I get to watch some times."

Angela licked around the inside of the girl's ear.

"That's a good, kinky slut. Now go get that video cam you told me about, so we can record the sweet little love scene that I'm going to direct for us all."

Lisa immediately went into her room and retrieved her video cam.

When she was all set, Angela went over to Mandy. The choir director stood right next to the younger woman and ran her hands possessively over the teacher's naked flesh. Almost immediately Mandy began to pant and whimper in frustrated sexual need as Angela began tweaking her stiff nipples and plucking at her sex with her impish fingers until the younger woman itched and burned with desire.

"Is my Mandypoo getting horny? Does Mandy baby girl want to play nasty little sick games with her nice, new, sexy little buddy Tracey?"

Mandy looked longing at the naked body of Lisa lying so open and vulnerable across her bed.

"Yeeeeesss, Angela. I want to play with Tracey."

"Lisa, are you ready to record our little love scene."

Lisa nodded her ascent and pointed the video cam at her naked mother.

"OK then. We're all set," Angela giggled.

"Now Mandy. I think you should begin by giving our dear Tracey over there one of your special footbaths. Like the one you gave me the other night. It'll sort of get your tongue all ready for things I'll tell you to do with it later on."

Mandy immediately fell to her knees and began laving her long, wet tongue over Tracey's extended foot. Unbidden, the submissive teacher began sucking on Tracey's toes, drawing them into her mouth one at a time until they all glistened with her saliva. Tracey cooed happily in her sleep and extended her foot so that her dream lover could get even more of it into her mouth. Mandy tranquilly sucked and licked away for a few more minutes until Angela gave her next order.

"Now the other food, Mandy tongue."

Mandy did as she was told.

As the younger woman bent to her submissive tongue washing duties, Angela slowly moved toward Lisa. She just could not watch such a lascivious scene without putting their hands on the naked teen girls' hot young body. As they concentrated on watching Mandy lick and suck on Tracey's feet, Angela used their exploring hands to probe, stroke, and pinch.

Distracted by their own love play, Angela and Lisa did not immediately notice that Mandy's tongue washing was having a decidedly erotic effect upon Tracey. Tracey began unconsciously to stretch and move her body so that ever more of her feet and lower legs would be accessible to Mandy's wet tongue. Her little sighs and whimpers were music to Mandy's ears. She was most certainly turning this sleeping woman on, just as Angela had admonished her to do. And, in so doing, Mandy was turning herself on as well.

Finally recognizing Tracey's expressions of nascent lust for what they were, Angela pulled away from Lisa's fervent kiss long enough to give her subby teacher her next command.

"Mandypoo. I want you to lick along Tracey's leggy calves all the way up to her knees. And don't you dare forget about licking and smooching around on the backs of her knees, baby girl. You know how much women really like being licked on the backs of their knees. Don't they, Lisa"

Lisa looked over dreamily at her girl lover.

"Yes, Angela. We really do."

Mandy did not waste a second in following Angela's order. Her long, pink tongue snaked out along her mother's smooth naked calf and slowly licked along it all the way from the slender ankle to the hollow of the knee. Ever so slowly the subby teacher licked back and forth along the back of the slender calf. Then all along Tracey's knee hollow.

As Mandy continued her lustful licking and snuffling, Tracey began to breath heavily and whimper with growing need. Mandy's efforts were clearly having their desired effect. Angela wanted Tracey to be way turned on, but in no way satisfied. Not yet, at least. And Mandy was accomplishing that magnificently.

"Now the other leggypoo, Mandy."

Mandy immediately switched to Tracey's other calf and continued to lick and slurp at her smooth leg flesh.

For her part, Lisa was now happily recording all of Mandy's moves and her mother's reaction to them on the video cam. As she continued to record the erotic love scene, her vulva twitched. A broad smirk covered her face as she observed the lewd goings on through the eyepiece. She was actually getting to watch while her own naked mother was being sexed up by another naked grown woman. She could not wait to see the look on her mom's face when she made her watch the videotape documenting her sensual humiliation. And then, she would get to fuck her brains out with Angela's strap on. Angela had said so.

Mandy was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her tongue on Tracey's legs because Tracey began scissoring her thighs against each other in an unconscious attempt to turn herself on even more. When Angela saw what Tracey was doing, she decided to move on to the next phase of her evil scheme.

"Mandypoo. I want you to stop licking Tracey's leggypoos, and begin sucking on those nice yummy tits of hers. I bet that will get her puss puss to dripping like a faucet for you. Now get on the bed with her and rub that sexy teacher slut body of yours up against her while you suck on her tits. We really want to see you put on a super slutty show for us."

Lisa chimed in her agreement.

Mandy did not have to be told twice. She got up from the floor and slid her fleshy body next to Tracey's more slender frame and began suckling her turgid nipples. Tracey immediately began to whimper, and wriggle, and make little sex noises deep in her throat. The sleeping woman stretched her arms way above her head so Mandy could have full access to her breasts. Mandy took advantage by sucking ever more of Tracey's small breast flesh into her sex hungry mouth. Once she had her mouth completely full, the teacher pulled her head up away from Tracey's chest. That forced Tracey's breast to pull away from her body, causing the woman to whimper even louder as her sensual needs began to burn.

Kathy, seeing how Tracey was reacting to Mandy's lewd ministrations, began to giggle.

"Wow, Mommy really likes having her tits sucked. I wonder if she will like sucking on my tits as much later on."

Clearly, the sleeping Tracey was turning on more and more to Mandy's laving tongue and sucking lips. Her torso moved from side to side in a languid rhythm of lust. Her mouth opened hungrily as if to invite a deep soul kiss.

"OK, Mandy. Now get after those sweet pits of hers, since she has her arms raised so high for you. You know that you've been just dying to taste your new little buddy's pit sweat."

Mandy stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and began running the very tip all around Tracey's armpit. Tracey cooed happily and slowly brought her arm down, tenderly trapping Mandy's face against her side. The subby teacher just kept on licking away, content to be loving up on Tracey's tasty pits.

When Angela figured that Mandy had had enough pit taste, she gave the next command.

"Mandypoo. See how Tracey's mouth is so open and inviting, dear. I just bet what she wants is some nice Mandy slobber. Why don't you put that nasty tongue of yours way in her mouth and let your Mandy slut saliva slide down into it. Then let's see what she does."

Mandy pulled her head away from Tracey's cradling arm, stuck her tongue deep in the sleeping woman's open mouth and allowed a gobbet of her spit to slide slowly between her lips. Upon tasting Mandy's saliva, Tracey immediately clamped her own lips around the teacher's outthrust tongue and began languidly sucking away on it. Angela laughed quietly and Lisa giggled. Lisa's mom was proving to be just as much of a horn dog as they had hoped she would be.

Tracey continued voraciously to suck on Mandy's outthrust tongue and Mandy continued to feed her with little drops of woman spit. Angela hoped that Lisa was getting all that on tape. It was going to be such fun making Tracey watch herself being so slutty.

After a while, Angela decided to move on.

"Lisa, honey. Please go get me a little bowl of warm water. I want to show you a funny trick.

Lisa reluctantly left off recording her mother's love scene and went to do as she was bidden. The young girl was soon back with a little white cereal bowl filled with warm water. Angela took it from her outstretched hand and approached the bed.

"Mandy, dear. Since you have been so gracious as to give your nasty little girlfriend here some of your own precious bodily fluids, I think that it's only fair for Tracey to return the favor. So I want you to get those sexy lips of yours right down here between her leggypoos while I induce our sleeping mommy here to produce a nice little hot water fountain just for you."

As she talked, Angela tenderly stroked her slender forefinger along Tracey's dew-spangled slit. The sleeping woman cooed and whimpered as she reacted to the choir director's impudent caress. Angela just smiled and continued her happy finger diddling of Tracey's pussy. When Tracey's labia had been stimulated enough to open of their own accord, Angela knew that Tracey was set for the next step in her plan.

As for Mandy, she was more than a little unsure of where all that was going, but she was very sure that she must follow Angela's instructions to the letter. So she slid slowly and sensuously down Tracey's naked body and placed her face carefully between Tracey's splayed thighs. Her cheek rested on her soft inner thigh and her lips were pressed tightly against Tracey's moist sex. She could feel the back of Angela's finger slide across the parted coral lips and she could see close up the sensual effect Angela's petting was having on Lisa's slumbering mother. Mandy was more than content to lie there and watch Tracey being felt up by Angela for as long as her mistress cared to indulge herself. She only wished that it were her own pussy that Angela was petting so sweetly instead of Tracey's.

After a time, the choir director turned her finger around and placed the moist tip right up against Mandy's nose.

"Do you smell your little friend's pussy on my finger, Baby girl."?

Mandy inhaled deeply of Tracey's musky scent.

"Yes, Angela. I smell her."

"Does she smell good, Baby girl."

"Yesss, Angela."

"Then why don't you be a good little girl slut and lick her stickypoo off my finger for me. You know you want to."

Mandy most certainly did want to taste Tracey's lust mucus, and she happily licked and sucked on Angela's fingertip until all of Tracey's accumulated secretion was gone.

As soon as the teacher had cleansed Angela's finger satisfactorily and she saw that Mandy's face was just where she wanted it, the choir director placed the bowl of warm water on the bed right next to Tracey's naked body. Then she took one of Tracey's limp hands and held it over the bowl so that the very tips of Tracey's fingers rested in the warm water.

"Get ready, Mandy. She's about to spray."

Tracey moaned hedonistically and then almost immediately thereafter released her bladder, just as Angela had known she would. A jet of hot, golden Tracey pee gushed right into Mandy's waiting mouth; splashing off her palette and running down her throat. And the teacher slut responded by happily gulping it all right down, also just as Angela had known she would.

Angela smiled to herself as her teacher toy joyously slurped and gulped. Mandy was by now just so predictable, and Angela knew full well just how very much her subby teacher would adore drinking woman pee. Doing so seemed to confirm in Mandy's mind her subservient status to the woman in her life, and that confirmation brought her a profound peace.

Even with Lisa's enthusiastic help, Angela just could not seem to keep Mandy satisfied any longer. The submissive teacher always made it evident by her actions and her pleas that she wanted even more. With Tracey to help now, and maybe Lisa as well, perhaps that would be enough, at least for a while. Even so, Angela could foresee a time when she might have to enlist the help of some of the other girls in Mandy's class. Well, if that was what it took to keep her pet happy, then Angela would just have to oblige.

Tracey's descant of happy little whimpers brought Angela back to the here and now.

"Pull your head back a little, Mandypoo, so Lisa can get a nice tight shot for posterity of her mom peeing right into that slutty teacher mouth of yours."

Mandy slowly backed her face away from Tracey's sex just a little and Lisa leaned the video cam way in so that she would not miss any of the action.

The pungent golden stream arched out of Tracey's unconscious body and directly into Mandy's thirsty and waiting mouth. Lisa smiled happily as she watched through her viewfinder as her mom's piss squirted between Mandy's wide open lips. What a trip watching her mom peeing, and especially into another woman's willing mouth. What a great tape that was going to be. And what a great time she was going to have making her mother watch it with her later.

After getting a good close-up shot, Lisa pulled back and focused on her mother's sleeping face. Her visage glowed with peaceful contentment as she continued to pee and pee. It was so obvious that the slumbering woman was really enjoying what she was doing.

Angela leaned far over Tracey's recumbent lap and watched contentedly as the golden fountain flowed on into Mandy's mouth.

"Now isn't that a fair trade, Mandy baby girl. Your nasty old spittypoo for Tracey's nice hot pissypoo," Angela giggled as she reached over and viciously pinched one of Mandy's taut nipples.

"Unnnnnn huhhhhh," Mandy replied, not willing to form her lips into words for fear of spilling some of her sleeping mother's savory nectar.

But Angela wanted a real answer from her subby, not a series of grunts. So the choir director twisted the turgid nipple until Mandy squealed. Then Angela viciously yanked up on the teacher's tormented breast until Mandy almost had to raise up off the bed to keep the pain from overwhelming her. Even so, her lips never allowed a drop of Tracey piss to spill onto the bed.

"Well, Mandy. Answer me."

The distressed teacher knew that Angela was capable of twisting the nipple even harder on her abused breast if she did not answer her correctly and immediately.

"Yes, Angela. It's a fair exchange."

Mandy said the words as fast as she could and instantly pressed her lips back against Tracey's slit. Angela laughed out loud when she saw how anxious Mandy was to get back to her drink.

Satisfied for the moment, Angela let go of Mandy's tortured nipple, and the subby teacher slave sank back onto the bed, momentarily relieved.

"How does it look through the viewfinder, Lisa," Angela asked as she reached up and ran her slender fingers along the girl's naked crotch.

"Just fine," Lisa said quietly as she concentrated on getting her mother's lewd display on tape. Even Angela's groping hand was not enough to make Lisa flub that shot.

"Your mommy sure has a big bladder, Lisa. Look at her piss and piss," Angela giggled as she peered over at Mandy greedily slurping up Tracey's spraying fountain. She just could not get enough of watching her subby little Mandy be degraded and humiliated.

Finally, the golden stream slackened to a trickle, then stopped altogether. Mandy reluctantly pulled her face away from Tracey's slit and looked inquiringly over at her mistress for new instructions.

"OK, Mandy. You did that real good. And for a treat, why don't you turn your sleepy little friend over on her sexy flat tummy tum tum so you can get at her cute little butty hole. I bet we'll for sure hear old Tracey pig make some adorable little sexy noises just as soon as you begin using that nasty teacher tongue of yours on her pucker."

While the words were still coming out of Angela's mouth, Mandy was slowly and gently turning Tracey's naked body over. Tracey sighed, stretched, and lay prone on her bed, her thighs wantonly splayed as if she instinctively knew what was coming next. Once she had her arrayed as she wanted her, Mandy gently spread Tracey's small, firm butt cheeks apart with her groping fingers and moved her face between them. Her nose was rewarded by a faint, whiff of Tracey musk that only encouraged her all the more to do as Angela had told her. She wanted to hear Tracey's sexy noises just as much as the others did: moreover, she wanted to be the cause of them. Her soft lips instantly latched onto Tracey's rose and her tongue began to lick softly all around it and to probe and prod.

Tracey stirred from her drug-induced sleep and began making happy sleepy little whimpering sounds as Mandy continued rimming her. She humped her hips slightly, thrusting back against the proffered tongue. Mandy responded by snuffling around even deeper into Tracey's opening rosette. Lisa's drugged mother serenely pillowed her face on her arms and then proceeded to emit a long, contented series of little animal like squeals and squeaks.

"She really likes your slutty old tongueypoo up her pooper, Mandy baby girl," Angela quipped as her teacher slave continued to poke and probe with her hungry tongue. Angela reached down and patted Mandy's rump as a sign of encouragement as the younger woman continued to lick and slurp away at her enjoyable task.

"But I'll bet she will really come unglued when you put that sick nasty little tongue of yours to good use right in her snizzypoo. You just know you want to. Don't you, little girl."

Mandy did in fact want to jab her tongue deep into Tracey's pussy in the worst kind of way, and she wasted no time following Angela's orders. As she licked down Tracey's butt crack to lodge her probing tongue as far as she could in Tracey's by now swampy snatch, Mandy's own slit began oozing sex mucus. That was such a turn on for the submissive teacher; blatantly eating out this sleeping woman's quim in front of other people including her Mistress and Tracey's daughter. And Lisa was getting it all on tape. Wasn't she?

Mandy was in paradise as she thrust her tongue as far as it would go into Tracey's moist canal. The sex musky flavor of that grown woman mother of Lisa's was strong and therefore especially stimulating to the hungry teacher who had been subsisting on her mistress's and Lisa's much milder fare. They had been mere appetizers. Tracey was a real meal. Mandy meant to partake fully of every course. And from the way that Tracey was oozing in response to the teacher's erotic tonguing, it was going to be a feast, indeed.

When Angela saw that Mandy's ministrations were having their predictable effect on the sleeping Tracey, she decided that the time was right to carry her plans for Tracey's downfall to the next level.

"OK, Mandy baby girl. You've had enough for a while. Turn the slut back over on her back, so we can all watch what comes next."

Mandy reluctantly took her ravenous tongue out of Tracey's spasming slit and slowly and carefully rolled her over once more so that now she was face up on her bed, wantonly displayed and vulnerable.

"Lisa, honey. How would you like to be felt up by your slut mom while she is still asleep?"

Lisa thought that was a really great idea and said so.

"Well, why don't you just slide out down behind the video cam and move that sexy bod over to the bed where she can get at you?"

Lisa immediately complied. Angela's hungry eyes followed the naked young girl to the bed where she sat down next to Tracey and Mandy.

"Now, take her little hand and place it gently on your leggypoo. Let's see just what our Tracey nasty girl will do if given the opportunity."

Lisa reached out and took one of Tracey's unresisting hands and placed it firmly but gently on the soft, smooth flesh of her young thigh. Immediately, the drowsy older woman began sliding the hand slowly and sensuously back and forth along the silky young girl flesh. Angela giggled as she watched. Her timing had been excellent. She picked up the video cam and pressed the viewfinder to her eye.

"Lisa, baby. I'm getting all of that," Angela said softly.

"Oh yeah," Lisa focused all her attention on her mother's wanton hand as it stroked slowly up and down along her naked girl thigh.

"Wow. I've never been felt up by a sleeping person before. This is so way cool."

Just as the words were coming out of Lisa's mouth, Tracey slowly moved her hand so that it rested deep in the young girl's lap, right on her exposed vulva. Then the unconscious woman began sliding her fingertip slowly along the moist opening. Lisa began to sigh as Tracey's finger moved tenderly back and forth across her turgid little clitoris.

"I knew she could feel me up that good when she's awake. But I didn't know she could feel me up that good when asleep. "

That exclamation from Lisa brought on a round of quiet laughter from Angela. For her part, Mandy concentrated intently on Tracey's hand motions from her subservient station on the bed and wished that it were her own hand feeling Lisa up so wantonly.

"If she keeps that up, I'm going to cum all over her fingers," Lisa warned as she began to wriggle and pant. Tracey's subconscious mind, budding with unconsummated lust, continued to drive her fingers to their obscene work of probing and sliding along the young girl's desire-moistened pussy. Finally, Lisa could hold back no more, and she spasmed in a brace of delicious orgasms, oozing cyprienne fluid all over Tracey's pistoning fingers. Then Tracey, unbidden by anyone, slowly raised her mucus-coated hand to her sleep slackened mouth and began to slurp and lick Lisa's sex cream right off her fingers. Angela sucked in her breath in incredulity; then she smiled her sweet wicked little smile.

When Lisa had finally come to herself, she slid languidly off the bed and padded over to where Angela was standing. She rested her head right against her mentor's soft breast and sighed contentedly.

"I can't believe that she did that to me, Angela."

Angela smiled down at her girl lover and tousled her hair.

"I know, Lisa. And she's asleep, too. Now, let's se what else our Tracey slut is capable of doing. Mandy, do you want her to get you off too, baby."

"Yes Angela," Mandy said hopefully as she snuggled up next to the sleeping Tracey on the bed. The subby teacher grasped Tracey's sex and saliva moistened hand and placed it deftly on her long, smooth thigh, just as Lisa had done. Immediately, the sleeping Tracey began to stroke the woman's thigh; back and forth, up and down.

"Wow. That is just too much," crooned Lisa as she resumed recording her mother's salacious hand movements.

Mandy obligingly splayed her thighs as wide as she could, and Tracey took the cue and slid her hand right up against the teacher's moist snatch. Just as before, Tracey's subconscious mind drove her fingers all around Mandy's slit; then finally deep inside. Mandy wriggled and gurgled in purest lust as Tracey continued to get her off with her masturbating fingers until the woman could stand it no longer and released a squirt of her own tasty juices right onto Tracey's fingers. Once again, unbidden, Tracey moved the sex sticky hand to her mouth and licked and sucked all of Mandy's nectar off.

As soon as Mandy had come down from her orgasm, she moved away from Tracey, but did not leave the bed. Angela had admonished her to be close to whatever was going to happen next.

"Let's try that again," Angela suggested.

"Mandy slut, I want you to go right back where you were, and put Tracey's hand on your leggypoo, just like you just did. Mandy immediately did as she was bidden. Tracey seemed happy, in her peaceful sleepy way, to have Mandy's woman thigh to fondle once more. Her hand went right to its wanton task. Mandy sighed and whimpered at the depraved attention she was getting once more from the sleeping Tracey.

Meanwhile, Angela had completely disrobed and sat herself down right at the head of the bed. As Tracey continued blissfully to feel up Mandy, Angela gently raised the sleeping woman's head from the mattress and slid her soft, smooth thigh under Tracey's cheek. Now Tracey's face was directly in front of Angela's own lust moistened vulva, her nose just touching the flat of the choir director's tummy, inhaling her sweet woman musk. Just as though she had been given a command, Tracey slid her face all the way up Angela's silky thigh and began licking and snuffling around the choir director's snatch. Meanwhile, her busy fingers never interrupted their task of bringing Mandy off.

"Oh, Lisa. You just won't believe how sexy nasty your sleep licking mom's tongue is sliding around on my little sniz. She's a natural born girl licker if I ever felt one. Are you getting all of that, honey?"

"Absolutely," Lisa laughed as she continued to use her video cam. Once she forced her mother to watch herself doing such wanton things as she was doing right now, Lisa would have her under her complete control forever. She would have to comply with whatever perverted sexual things Lisa desired of her or she would completely destroy her with the videotape. And from the way she so obviously took to girl love making, Tracey would not put up much of a fight anyway when she demanded that she slurp Angela or anyone else while she watched.

And, if it turned out that Tracey still balked at the order to be her willing subby lover and do absolutely everything she was told even after having seen the videotape, there was always that long, wide, leather belt that Lisa could use to bring her mother around. Actually, as Lisa continued to use her video cam, she kind of hoped that her mother would balk at what she wanted to do to her. Because that would give her all the excuse she needed to go to town on her with the belt. The thought of a bareass naked squealing and pleading Tracey Mommy groveling in front of her on her knees after she had used that bad belt of her to touch her up a little turned her on more than just a skosh. So, even if the video she was making of her erotic antics did convince her mother to do what she said, Lisa might just use the belt on her anyway, simply for the fun of it. All sorts of dissolute images involving her painful and humiliating sexual abuse of her mother filtered through Lisa's lust flushed brain as she kept recording her wanton mouthings of Angela's sweet rose petal slit.

Lisa harbored no doubt whatsoever that as long as she retained the record of her mother's debauchery and was willing to use force, and her mother clearly understood her threat to use both potent weapons against her, Tracey would never be able to say 'no' to her ever again, no matter what her sick imagination demanded of her. And she had to admit that she had a pretty sick imagination where her mother was concerned.

As these thoughts flashed through Lisa's mind, Angela was slowly but surely moving toward a powerful sexual climax. Slumbering Tracey was now ardently licking and jabbing her tongue into the choir director with a vengeance. Furthermore, her slender hand had never for an instant slackened in its effort to bring Mandy off once more. As for Mandy, she was panting and wriggling on the bed, parched and famished for another round of sexual release.

For her part, Angela had no constraints whatsoever imposed upon her own cumming. And so, in the fullness of time, the spectators in Tracey's bedroom were treated to a series of high-pitched sexy little woman cries and gurgles as Angela was taken over the edge by her comatose lover's passionate tongue fucking. The choir director hunched her soppy wet vulva hard against Tracey's wide-open mouth, deluging the woman with a gush of cyprienne fluid. Tracey cooed in her sleep and eagerly lapped up everything Angela gave her to eat. That fervent eagerness on the part of Tracey to consume Angela's flow of love fluids so affected the woman that she orgasmed once more, giving her sleeping lover even more of herself to taste and enjoy.

"She really likes to eat pussy, doesn't she," giggled Lisa as she watched Tracey press her face deep into Angela's crotch in a profound attempt to find and devour every last drop of girl mucus.

That quip from Lisa brought a flurry of giggles from Angela. Mandy was concentrating as hard as she could not to cum despite what was being done to her by Tracey. Oh how she wished that her tormentors would either stop their vicious teasing or just go ahead and get her off again. But Mandy was the subby, and because of that she knew that what she most wanted and needed was of absolutely no concern whatever to any of the others in that room.

Finally, when Angela had come down off her high, the choir director noticed her teacher slave's agitated distress.

"Does Mandy baby girl wanna cum cum too, honey pie?"

Mandy looked over at her mistress with stark hopelessness in her eyes.

"Yeeeeesssss, Angela. Mandy baby girl wants to cum cum, too. Please, Angela. Mandy wants to cum cum real bad. Pleeeease let Mandy baby girl cum cum. Pleeeeeassssseee."

More giggles and smirks from the others in the room.

When the laughter had died down, Angela fixed Mandy with her gaze.

"No, baby girl. Not now, Mandypoo. You still have a lot of nasty work to do with our little Tracey here before you get your nice reward."

A frenzied and dejected Mandy slumped wearily against Tracey's naked body, despair and humiliation suffusing her entire being.

Mandy began to cry bitter tears. But she knew that she must continue to block her own desperate need to cum and just allow Angela and Lisa to do anything their erotic whims incited them to do. For Mandy to show the slightest signs of rebelliousness would only result in her having to endure a level of pain and humiliation that would be far worse than what she was suffering now. So she just sat on the bed and cried.

Angela slid off the bed, reached over, placed her hands on Tracey's naked shoulders, and slowly raised the sleeping woman to a sitting position on the bed.

Angela reached over and slapped her teacher slave several times across the face to get her attention. When she saw that her teacher sub was more or less back to normal, Angela gave her the next set of instructions.

"Mandy, I want you to slide over to Tracey, put your arms around her, and give her a big, wet, french kiss. Oh, and while you're kissing her, I want you to use those slutty hands of yours to really feel her up. And when she starts to respond, I want you to slide that slick little puss puss of yours all up and down her leggypoo. Really grind that nasty teacher sniz of yours into her, Babygirl. I want you to put on an authentic lesbo slut show for us all to enjoy. You know the kind I like, don't you baby; really dirty. Let's see how she reacts to that."

Having been duly slapped back into obedience mode by Angela, Mandy instantly did as she was told. She slid her naked body across the bed until it was in contact with that of Tracey. Then the teacher wrapped her long arms around her sleeping love mate and hugged her tight. Their breasts mashed against each other and Mandy's legs wound possessively around Tracey's hips. Then, Mandy placed her lips directly on Tracey's and began kissing the other woman passionately.

Even though drugged, Tracey responded immediately. Her mouth opened wide and Mandy's tongue snaked deep inside, tasting Angela's love juice on Tracey's tongue. That made Mandy want to kiss the other woman even harder. If that was the only way that Mandy could taste Angela, then it would just have to do.

The slumbering Tracey kissed back with a fervor that surprised even Angela. Surely by the way she was acting even in her drugged state, there must be some pronounced need in Tracey to make love to women; a need that was being met by her goings on tonight even though she was deep asleep. Before Mandy could begin running her hands over her comatose lover, Tracey's own hands were wantonly roving over her body; stroking, rubbing, exciting.

Watching from the sidelines, Lisa just could not keep her hand from roving over her firm young body. Her sighs and whimpers mixed with those of Mandy and Tracey from the bed. Despite her self-stimulation, Lisa continued to record everything and Angela continued her role as ring mistress.

As their fondling and kissing continued, Mandy perceived that Tracey was slowly coming out of her drug-induced sleep. But the famished teacher did not want to stop her sexy undulating against her love mate until she was actually ordered to. It felt soooo good to be kissed and felt up by Tracey. Mandy wanted it never to end. And she wanted more.

The sex-starved teacher slid away from Tracey's body and straddled her slender thigh. Then she began to grind her wanting slit slowly up and down the silken flesh. Oh, God. It felt sooo good to frig herself on Tracey's leg. And Tracey was wantonly pressing her thigh against Mandy's slit, which made it all the better.

Angela was too shrewd, however, to miss the signs that Tracey gave that she was slowly waking up. And Angela wanted Tracey's awakening to be a real surprise for her, a surprise that would keep her completely off balance long enough for the choir director to gain complete control over her.

"Mandy dear. It's time for your treat, baby. Slide that slutty teacher bod of yours down the bed and let Tracey put her sweet face in your nasty crotch. I bet if you give her a good whiff of your nasty old slut sniz, she'll really want to put her tongue into it for you. And if she eats you out as good as she did me, you'll soon be cumming all over that nasty pink tongue of hers just like the little cum cum faucet you are."

Mandy clapped her hands, giggled in glee like a little girl finally given her long-awaited treat and did as she was told. Soon sleepy Tracey was face deep in Mandy crotch, snuffling, and licking, and lapping away for all she was worth at the teacher's clit and pussy lips. Mandy, who had been holding herself in such strict discipline since Tracey had done this before, suddenly just had to cum.

"Angela. Pllleeeeeasssseee. Mandy needs to cum cum real baaaaad. Oh, pppplllleeeeaaaasssseeee."

Angela smiled at her teacher slave's wanton request. Lisa giggled wickedly to hear her be so blatant in her plea for sexual release.

"Well, Mandy. I think that your slutty love mate Tracey should wake up with your cum cum in her mouth. So you go right ahead, dear and cum all you want to. You know how much it turns me on to watch you cum."

Immediately, Mandy began to buck her distended sex lips hard up against Tracey's face and very soon indeed, the horny teacher squirted a little gush of love mucus onto Tracey's nose and into her gaping mouth. Tracey, still only half conscious, instinctively and avidly lapped up what Mandy was giving her. Then, all of a sudden, as if recognizing perhaps the taste of what was in her mouth, the dozing woman's eyes started to flutter and she began to come to herself.

Observing that Tracey was now almost awake, Angela decided to put the icing on her depraved cake. The choir director vixen reached over and slapped Mandy hard on the cheek once more to get her full attention.

"Mandypoo. I want you to stop cumming right that second and start peepeeing for us. Right in dear ole Tracey's mouth. Understand. And I want you to hold her head right up against your slut puss if you have to, but you better make sure she drinks every last drop of your sweet Mandy piss all down. 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to beat that teacher slut ass of yours so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Even though Mandy had not even been allowed to finish cumming, she knew the tone of Angela's voice and she understood that her mistress would countenance no infractions of her orders. So the teacher immediately placed her palms on either side of Tracey's head and forced the woman to keep her face deep in her crotch. She also locked her long legs tightly around Tracey's naked shoulders so she could not buck herself off. At the same time, Mandy let loose a hot stream of pungent golden fluid, right into Tracey's yawning mouth. Tracey, now coming fully awake and completely confused, began to sputter and squeal, trying her best to get away from the hot, golden stream. But Mandy held onto her head for dear life, pressing it in a vice like grip, and forced Tracey's mouth right up against her slit. When Tracey clamped her mouth shut in an effort to keep from having to ingest any more piss, Mandy's spray drenched her nose, eyes, and chin. Angela and Lisa could not contain their laughter at seeing Tracey fighting to avoid being drowned in Mandy pee.

"She's not drinking, Mandy," Angela warned with vicious malice in her tone.

The panicked teacher, knowing what Angela would do to her if she did not immediately force Tracey to open her mouth once more, reached her thumbs around Tracey's cheeks and pressed sharply where the jaw lines met. Tracey had no choice but to open her mouth wide once more or suffer the excruciating pain of having her jaw nerves pinched. Though Tracey continued to sputter and try to get away, Mandy forced her to keep drinking until the teacher's bladder was completely empty.

When Angela saw that Mandy had peed all she could, she told her teacher slave to let Tracey go. Mandy spread her legs wide and took her hands away from Tracey's head. The confused and horrified woman immediately backed away from Mandy's crotch and looked around the room wildly.

"Tracey, dear. Why don't you show Mandy your appreciation for being allowed the privilege of drinking both her cum cum and her piss piss by giving her slutty little pussy a big old smooch for me."

Lisa laughed out loud at Angela's words.

Tracey shook her head vigorously. She was terribly disoriented and totally disconcerted by her freakish situation, but she was sure she did not want to use her mouth in such a disgusting fashion.

"Lisa honey. Why don't you hand me that video cam you've been using so well, and teach your mother how to obey her new Mistress."

"Sure thing, Angela," Lisa smirked as she handed her mother the video cam.

Tracey looked at her daughter with a dazed expression on her face.

"Lisa. What's going on?"

Lisa opened her mother's bedroom closet and grabbed a long leather belt that she knew was hanging there. Then she walked over to where her perplexed mother lay naked on her bed, drenched in Mandy pee.

"Well, Mommy. What's going on is we're here to teach you how to obey Angela. You didn't obey me when we came home tonight, so we've decided to give you to Angela for a while so you'll know how to obey me from now on. And right now, Angela gave you an order, and you better get that Mommy mouth of yours to sucking on Mandy's pussy right now and give it a nice, big, slobbery wet kiss just like Angela said."

Tracey began to rise from the bed, but Lisa was ready for her.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The metal tipped tongue of Tracey's leather belt bit searingly into her vulnerable naked flesh. Her pert breast, her slender flank, her flat tummy and her shapely leg all were treated to a dose of burning pain. Tracey hurt as though she had been treated to a dose of branding iron. The terrified woman screamed shrilly and fell back onto the bed and began howling at the top of her lungs. She instinctively collapsed into a fetal position and rolled around on the bed. Lisa watched her mother's antics and waited for the initial shock of pain to subside. Then she lashed out at her naked and vulnerable body once more.

STRAP. STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The belt bit viciously into Tracey's unprotected side, and rump, and thigh. The woman cried out hideously and rolled around violently on the bed. Her abused body was beginning to show a series of angry red welts where her belt had struck. Seeing the results of her handiwork, Lisa redoubled her efforts to give her mother even more to squeal about.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Tracey wailed like a lost soul and writhed about on the bed caught in the throes of unbelievable agony. And as she wriggled like a netted fish, Lisa continued strapping her without a tincture of remorse.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

The last series caught Tracey as she lay insensate on her back. Her breasts, tummy, and upper thighs were subjected to a merciless and excruciating barrage of blows.

"OHHHH GODDDDDDD. GODDDDDDDDD, GODDDDDDDDDD. OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE SSSTTTOOOPPP. OHHH GGGGOOOOODDDDD."

Once again Lisa waited for the initial shock of pain to subside. After a long while, Tracey stopped rolling around and lay still, a broken, whimpering wretch.

"Now, Mommy. Are you ready to obey Angela and kiss Mandy's pussy for her just like she told you to."

Tracey slowly raised her head off the mattress and looked fixedly at her daughter as she stood over her, the menace of her clearly revealed in her arrogant stance. Her eyes followed the tip of her belt as it swung from her hand. She was totally fixated on the source of her anguish.

"Why, Lisa. Why."

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Tracey's back, butt, and legs were now covered in welts from Lisa's stinging belt. And as for Tracey, herself, she was once again writhing on the bed, screaming and squealing her lungs out.

That time, Lisa had to wait for almost fifteen minutes until Tracey lay still once more, whimpering softly to herself.

"Last chance, Mom," Lisa said, a low, animal growl in the back of her throat.

Somewhere from deep within her fevered brain, Tracey suddenly realized that Lisa was ready, willing, and able to beat her within an inch of her life. With that stark realization came an unambiguous understanding that she had better obey, at least for the time being. So, slowly, painfully, the naked woman slithered across the bed until her face rested on Mandy's outstretched thigh. Then, by the exertion of great effort and despite her conscious loathing and the dregs of her pain, Tracey pressed her lips tentatively and tremulously against Mandy's smooth labia and planted a chaste baby kiss on the offered nether lips. Then she looked up to ascertain whether Lisa was pleased with her so far.

Angela flew across the room and slapped Tracey's upturned face several times.

"She told you to kiss the bitch's pussy, not peck at it. Now get your slutty face between her cow legs and kiss her pussy for her . I mean, after all, she is a grown up woman just like you who has just rewarded you by allowing you the privilege of slurping down her woman cum and her pee pee. You should be grateful to her for her generosity and be eager to let her know just how much you appreciate it."

Frantic with fear, Tracey immediately put her face back between Mandy's splayed thighs and began licking and smooching all over her flesh gusset.

Lisa applauded Tracey's obscene performance while Angela just smiled and got it recorded on the video cam for later. Lisa stood proudly over her broken spirited mother and reveled in the fact that she had made her do something that she so obviously did not want to do. Here was Angela's first step toward her total control of her. And she couldn't wait for more.

Angela glared down at Tracey.

"And you better not leave a single drop of her puss puss wet or her Mandy pee pee, either. You nasty Mommy. Lick it all up for me right now. I'm going to inspect her when you get through with her, and if I find so much as a single drop you didn't get, I'm going to let Lisa beat you with that belt until you pass out."

Tracey heard the threat and redoubled her efforts to find and consume every last drop of Mandy's piss and cum. Then Angela checked behind her.

When Angela had felt Mandy up enough to decide that Tracey had obeyed her well enough, the choir director handed Lisa the video cam. Angela bent over and whispered the obvious question into Tracey's ear.

"Was it good, baby. Does my sweet, sexy Mandypoo's puss puss taste good to you, huh. You nasty little pussy eating Tracey slut, you. Tell me right now."

As she whispered into her new sex toy's ear, Angela stroked the back of Tracey's neck with her fingers. Then she let her hand trail slowly down Tracey's naked and welt marked back to the swell of her butt where she stopped to play for awhile around the little vee of the woman's tailbone. Angela could already feel the raised marks that Lisa had given her as she tenderly groped and patted Tracey's little butt for her.

Tracey was so frightened of what Angela might do to her that she remained stark still; just like a deer in the headlights.

Angela reached down and casually picked up Lisa's belt from where she had dropped on the floor.

"I asked you a question, bitch."

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Angela's arm was more powerful than Lisa's, and she had an advantage of knowing just where her strokes would cause the most pain.

Tracey's body jerked and wriggled with each strap of the belt on her already abused flesh. The naked woman cried out in the starkest pain and terror; then froze solid as she felt Angela's hand touch her flesh once more. The choir director slid her palm once again along Tracey's back, running her index finger along the crisscross of welts that were now so prominent.

"You know, Tracey. I just love giving pain to grown up little Mommy bitches like you. So you just keep misbehaving, and I'll just keep beating the living shit out of you. OK, honey pie."

Once again Angela raised the belt to strike her cringing victim.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Tracey was now beside herself with pain. She screamed hoarsely as she wriggled and writhed around. So totally unconscious was she of her nakedness that she did not even bother to try to cover her intimate parts from the hungry gaze of Angela and the others. She just kept thrashing about on the bed, giving them tantalizing glimpses of her abused charms.

But Angela was growing bored with Tracey's lewd display. She wanted to get on with her training.

"Tracey," Angela said the name with command in her voice.

Tracey, in the midst of her torment, heard that command and immediately jerked to attention on the bed.

"Tracey, dear. Are you going to behave me like the good little girl I know you want to be or do I have to keep swatting your slutty Mommy body with your nasty ole belt."

Angela casually swung the belt back and forth while Tracey stared at it again from her place on the bed as though she were completely mesmerized by a cobra.

Angela reached out her other hand and began stroking Tracey's short hair.

"Well. Are you going to be a good little girl for me from now on."

Tracey could see no other way out.

"I'll behave," she said barely above a whisper.

Angela leaned over and asked her once more.

"Say it so we can all hear you, bitch."

Tracey looked up into Angela's fixed and evil stare just exactly like a wounded and trapped animal, which, of course, she was.

"I'll behave."

Angela let the belt slip slowly from her fingers onto the floor beside her.

"And so we won't need bad ole Mr. Belt, anymore. Will we, sweetie."

Tracey shuddered.

"No. Please no. Please, no more belt."

Angela slid her fingers along Tracey's cheek. Then to her slightly parted lips. Then across her chin.

"That's my good little girl. She's going to be sooooooo obedient for her Mistress Angela from now on. Isn't she?"

Tracey shuddered once more at Angela's tantalizing fingers and her hypnotic words.

"Yes. I'll be good."

Angela suddenly reached her hand back and gave Tracey three stinging slaps on her face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Tracey cringed and tried to scoot her body across the bed and away from Angela's menacing hand. But the choir director grabbed a handful of Tracey's short hair and jerked her back.

"Weren't you listening to me? Who am I, Bitch?"

Tracey squealed as Angela pulled her hair really hard.

"WHO AM I?"

Tracey struggled to form the words but the pain was blocking out everything else.

Angela let go of her hair.

"Who am I, baby," Angela purred down at her terrified victim, her fingers once more stroking the nape of her neck.

Tracey's lower lip trembled and she began to sob.

"You're Mistress Angela."

Big, hot tears streamed down Tracey's slap- reddened face.

Angela leaned her face until her lips were touching Tracey's.

"That's right, baby. I'm Mistress Angela. And, from now on, you're my little subby Tracey. And don't you ever, ever forget it. Now, shut up and kiss me, you nasty girl. I'll tell you a little secret, baby doll. I just love hurting big girl sluts just like you until they cry their little eyes out and beg me to let them obey me. And then I just adore kissing the soul right out of them."

Angela parted her lips and waited impatiently for Tracey to follow suit. Slowly, the terrified woman allowed her lips to part and Angela began kissing her passionately. Tracey did not want to kiss Angela, but she now knew better than to disobey. As they kissed she could do nothing but wonder when would this nightmare be over for her.

Angela twined her hungry tongue around Tracey's, mixing her saliva with that of her victim. Then, she stabbed her tongue deep into Tracey's warm, wet mouth and pulled back. Tracey went slack.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Look, bitch. From now on, when I stick my tongue in your mouth, I expect you to suck on it for me. That's just what I like from subby little housewives like you. OK, stupid."

Tracey nodded her head in understanding.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Tracey's face was once again inflamed with Angela's painful slaps.

"Do you understand me, you stupid cow?"

A totally terrified Tracey used all her mental strength to pull herself together in the face of Angela's renewed cruelty.

"Yes, Mistress Angela. I understand."

Angela fixed Tracey with her stare.

"Then repeat it out loud for me, pookie," she said in a syrupy sweet voice.

Tracey shuddered then whispered the words Angela wanted to hear.

"From now on, when you put your tongue in my mouth, you want me to suck it."

Angela made a motion with her hand that indicated that she wanted Tracey to continue.

Tracey concentrated very hard on what she was being made to say.

"Because that's what you like from subby little housewives like me."

Angela clapped her hands and smiled down on her new victim. Then she put her palm on Tracey's shoulder and slowly rolled her over on her back. Knowing what would happen to her if she put up any resistance whatsoever to Angela, Tracey did not do one thing to inhibit Angela's action.

Angela was becoming very satisfied indeed with Tracey's complete docility, especially considering how short a time she had had to work with her. The choir director began languidly fondling Tracey's small but firm breasts, humming contentedly to herself as she explored and petted Tracey's creamy and sensitive skin. She pinched the taut nipples. She squeezed the firm breast flesh that had so recently been abused by Tracey's belt. Then she leaned down and casually sucked one of Tracey's nipples into her mouth, knowing that the woman would not dare to object to that kind of lewd treatment.

Tracey was very afraid. She anticipated that Angela would try to hurt her in some way or other and she endeavored to brace herself for the pain. When Angela did nothing but just quietly suck the nipple, Tracey relaxed slightly; but only slightly. After a while, Angela reluctantly pulled her face away from the saliva-glistening nipple.

"See, cutie pie. If you just lie there and do whatever I say, I won't hurt you at all. But if you give me any shit whatever, I'll hurt you till you faint from the pain. Then I'll wake you up and hurt you some more. Got it."

Tracey let out a sharp gasp as she comprehended the truth of Angela's words.

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

Angela continued to fondle and grope Tracey's breasts; all the while smiling down on her new plaything. If there was anything better than a willing subby, it was an unwilling one.

"Oh, by the way, did you breast feed little Lisa, honey babe. Or did you bottle feed her."

Tracey answered immediately, already well on her way to being a complete sub.

"I bottle fed her, Mistress Angela."

Angela squeezed the firm flesh between her fingers and thumb until Tracey began whimpering from the pain.

"I thought so. Well, you can breastfeed her daughter for me. Can't you, sweetie pie."

Tracey did not want to understand what Angela was alluding to, but she decided to agree anyway."

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

Angela looked down at Tracey the way a hawk looks down on a scurrying rodent out in the open. She took one of Tracey's hands and forced Tracey to cup it around the bottom of her own breast.

"Now be a good little girl and lift that nice tit of yours right up to your mouth, baby. And suck on that nice tasting nipple for me. I just adore watching slut mommies like you sucking on their own tits."

Tracey's eyes grew wide in disbelief.

"Where's my belt," Angela said the words slowly and softly. That was enough.

Tracey pushed her small breast toward her face and leaned forward as far as she could so she could get the nipple into her mouth. Then she began suckling the supersensitive flesh.

"Wow," Lisa said incredulously. "You got Mommy to suck her own tit right in front of God and everybody.

When she had enjoyed enough of Lisa's mother's humiliation at being forced to suckle her own breast, Angela finally pulled Tracey's face away from her assignment.

"That's a good girl, Tracey. That's a real good girl. You just keep behaving like that and everything will be all right. Now, does anybody else have to take a piss."

Lisa piped right up.

"I do. I do."

Well, Tracey. Do you know your daughter well enough to ask her nicely if she would allow you the privilege of drinking her pee pee for her so she doesn't have to waste a trip to the bathroom."

Tracey shuddered. But Angela made her point with an especially vicious breast squeeze

"Yes, Mistress Angela," Tracey said from between clenched teeth.

"Lisa, would you mind letting our little Tracey slut drink your pee pee for you."

Lisa smirked and acted as if she were debating the matter with herself.

"Ask her if she's willing to do it for me anytime I tell her to from now on."

Angela looked down at Tracey.

"Well, Tracey. Are you."

Tracey really, truly did not want to have to answer Angela's question in the affirmative, but the feel of Angela's fingernails pressing viciously into her breast flesh convinced her otherwise.

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

"And also, could you find out if Mommy is willing to come up to me from time to time on her own and beg me to let her do it."

Angela looked down at Tracey.

"Sure, Lisa. I think that it's only fair for our subby little Tracey here to have to beg you to allow her the privilege of drinking your goddess pee. What about it, Tracey."

Once again, Tracey knew she had no choice but to obey.

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

Lisa clapped her hands and sat down on the bed right next to Tracey. Angela removed her hand completely from Tracey's body as a sign that the woman was doing that of her own accord. Tracey shivered once more, turned her head so that she faced Lisa's splayed thighs, and reluctantly slid her face in close to the girl's crotch.

Lisa barely gave Tracey enough time to prepare before releasing her hot, pungent stream. Tracey gurgled deep in her throat as she began drinking her daughter's acrid girl pee. For the next minute or so, Lisa sprayed and Tracey gulped. Then Lisa finally finished her peeing.

Tracey was just pulling her face away when Angela's restraining hand on the side of her head stopped her.

"Lick her clean, bitch. I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us teaching you how to drink girl piss the right way."

Tracey knew that it was less than useless to fight. So she turned her face back to the job at hand and licked the last few golden drops from Lisa's slit.

Angela finally relented and let her up.

"Well, Tracey. Do you agree to drink down our little Lisa's pee pee whenever she tells you to, and beg her for the privilege, hmmmmmmm."

Tracey knew exactly what she must say.

"Yes, Mistress Angela. I promise."

Angela smiled.

"That's a good baby girl. Now why don't we all go into the living room and watch the nice videotape Lisa made for us?"

Angela hauled Tracey to her feet by gripping Tracey's small breast firmly between her strong fingers and tugging hard. Her efforts were rewarded by Tracey's squeal of pain, but she did come along behind her Mistress who laughed as she let go of the tormented breast flesh, crooked her finger into a vicious hook, inserted it deep into Tracey's palpating slit, and pulled her roughly along behind her. Mandy, who had been intently watching the goings on in a state of submissive rapture, got herself lithely off the bed and trailed along at a respectful distance behind Lisa and Angela.

Angela led the group into the living room. There, against one wall, stood a large entertainment center complete with big screen TV and video player. Across from the entertainment center and at an angle to it was a long sofa. Angela placed Tracey in the middle of the sofa and sat down right next to her, leaving a space on the other side of her new sex toy for Lisa who was getting the TV and player ready for the show.

"Mandypoo, why don't you sit cross legged right here on the floor with your slutty teacher face stuffed right between my thighs like the good little teacher subby you are. I know what a real treat it is for you to be allowed to taste your mistress. And you certainly deserve a treat as a reward for helping give us little Tracey here to play with."

Without giving a thought to the implications of Angela's words, Mandy did exactly as she was told. Her chin soon rested on the edge of the sofa and her tongue began its happy work of bringing her mistress off, not to quickly, of course.

Angela looked down at her toy as she ate out her choir director mistress. Then she placed her hand on the back of Tracey's head and made her look, too. The broken woman began to cry freely.

Totally unconcerned with Tracey's suffering, Lisa sat himself down right next to her naked mother and used the remote to start the player. Her free hand began possessively sliding back and forth along Tracey's smooth, slender thigh. It was clear from her rapt expression that she just loved the feel of her mother's naked flesh against her petting hand, especially since she wasn't doing one little thing to stop her.

Her salacious actions told Angela in no uncertain terms that Lisa could hardly wait to get at her mom. Seeing what Lisa was already doing to her mother, Angela used her own hand to slide provocatively up and down along Tracey's other naked thigh. Her erotic appreciation of Tracey's smooth, naked thigh flesh was as keen as was Lisa's.

Both Lisa and Angela freely and happily exercised their complete dominance over Tracey as if they had been doing so for years. Tracey, sensing in her very soul the utter futility of fighting against her two tormentors, just sat on the sofa, praying desperate that that would all go away very, very soon; but knowing in her deepest core that it probably never would.

As she was forced to watch the perverse video that Lisa had made of her downfall, Tracey came to understand more and more just how desperate was her current situation. The more she watched herself twist and wriggle and listened to herself moan and squeal on the TV, the more she saw how her submissive sexual needs and desires had so thoroughly been used to entrap her. She simply could not believe her eyes when she saw herself wantonly fondling Lisa's naked body even though drugged. Her senses reeled as she watched herself sucking her hot and sticky cum off her own hand; cum that her masturbating fingers had wrung out of her daughter. She was transfixed with humiliated horror as she saw herself being tricked into urinating into Mandy's waiting mouth. Deep despair and a grave sense of hopelessness overwhelmed her, body and soul. Lisa had been telling her for more than a year now that deep down inside her lurked a ravenous, licentious sex hungry submissive woman who obviously craved the wanton attentions of other females. Now she had to admit to herself that the video did not lie, and, because of it, Tracey could do nothing now but humbly consign herself to the dreadful fate providence and Angela had allotted her.

Once Tracey came to that decision, she was able to examine, at least a little, her current response to what the video showed her about herself. Clearly, from the way her slumbering body was reacting, Tracey was most obviously getting off on the girl loving she was being coerced into. There was no denying, even to herself, that the Tracey depicted in the video seemed to be reacting positively, even proactively, to the feel and taste of the tantalizing girl flesh put within her reach. And truth to tell, Tracey was warming to Angela's soft, cool hand as it impudently roved over the flesh of her leg. Just as much as she was aroused by her daughter's possessive hand on her other leg. Even though Tracey had had enough experience of the choir director so far during this one night to know with absolute certainty that her new mistress was the embodiment of evil itself, Tracey was still somehow drawn mysteriously to her seductive touch. Tracey did not consciously want Angela's hand to make her react in such a passionate manner, but she could not seem to help herself.

So deeply enmeshed in her own moral downfall was she that Tracey hardly noticed the salacious effect the video was having on the others in the room. Lisa continued feeling her mother up while avidly watching the scene of Tracey's degradation unfold on the big screen. She giggled and hooted at the sight of Tracey on the big screen fondling her and licking her spent orgasms off her slender hand. Lisa and Angela exchanged nasty quips and sordid comparisons as they commented on Tracey's lewd on-screen behavior.

As a sign of their growing horniness, Angela and Lisa increased their fondling of Tracey's vulnerable flesh even as they watched her being put through her degrading paces. Their hands often intertwined as they roved over Tracey's vanquished body, poking, pinching, probing. Both Angela and Lisa knew perfectly well that this woman was now theirs for the taking, and they made sure by their insolent petting of her most intimate parts that Tracey would be made to know it, too.

By the time the on-screen Tracey was waking up to the taste of Mandy's hot and pungent pee in her mouth, the real time Tracey was being cruelly sucked on and bitten, pinched and scratched, palpated and prodded by her two perverted assailants. The completely broken woman just sat there on the sofa and sobbed her heart out as Angela and Lisa took their fill of their cruel play pleasure with her.

When the video finally ended, Lisa stopped playing with her mother's naked thigh just long enough to press the remote, shutting everything off. Angela saw the lust hunger in the girl's eyes and decided that the time was right to let her have her way with her mom.

She reached her hand up to Tracey's face and turned it so that she was looking directly into the woman's empty, glazed over stare.

"Now, Tracey. Wasn't that a sweet little show you put on for us. Hhmmmmmm, cutie pie."

Angela tenderly stroked Tracey's tearstained cheek as she spoke quietly to her. And Tracey's wracking sobs slowly subsided as Angela's hand reassured and comforted her. But the hot tears of her humiliation continued to flow. Tracey just could not seem to stop crying.

Even so, and despite everything she had endured so far, as Angela continued to caress her skin and console her with tender words, Tracey began to sense, somewhere deep in the recesses of her tormented psyche, vague and uncertain stirrings and cravings. For her own part, Angela, who was truly experienced in these matters, gently stoked Tracey's sparks of nascent masochistic desire by allowing her seductive hands sensitively to continue to make love to her captive's abused body. Her caressing fingers glided tenderly over Tracey's neck, and shoulders, and pert breasts, petting and fondling her victim until she saw the telltale flair of her nostrils and the beginnings of a flush across her chest.

Angela could see it in Tracey's eyes. She was winning again. Yes, indeed. Yet another sweet, and meek, and submissive victim to add to her growing collection.

Angela's purring voice coaxed Tracey to answer her, finally.

"Come on now, Tracey baby. Answer Mistress Angela like a good little girl."

As much under Angela's thrall as she was, Tracey clearly heard the note of latent menace in the choir director's cooing command. And Tracey was not too far gone to recognize that implicit in Angela's tone of voice was the promise for much more pain to come should Tracey answer in a way that her Mistress did not like. Tracey may have been allowing herself to become more at ease with Angela's long, slender fingers as they casually stroked and petted her vulnerable body. But her mind kept reminding her that those soothing, tantalizing fingers could just as easily become rending talons at a moment's change of her Mistress's whim.

Sensing how close she was coming to being the woeful recipient of a further onslaught of Angela's violent and unpredictable anger, Tracey slowly nodded her bowed head in agreement.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Tracey jerked her head back in a vain attempt to keep Angela from slapping her. But to no avail. The choir director's palm struck her cheeks with blinding pain.

"Say it out loud, bitch."

Tracey cried out in terror and agony.

"YEEEEESSSSSS. Yessss. It was a pretty show I put on."

Tracey broke down into sobs once more.

Angela lifted Tracey's head with her outstretched hand. The choir director then kissed Tracey's lips tenderly, letting her hands rove freely over whatever she could find to delight and interest her. Tracey, despite her best efforts to stifle her reaction to being so wantonly kissed and caressed, made a little moaning sound deep in the back of her throat. As Angela continued to kiss her and touch her body, Tracey began tentatively to kiss back. Angela finally pulled her lips away and smiled over at her newest conquest.

Angela cupped Tracey's breast in her hand and squeezed it softly.

"I bet that our little Tracey here would have to confine herself to just one bungee cord to tie up these itty bitty titties of hers. Not like you. Right, Mandy cow."

Mandy looked longingly at what her mistress was doing to Tracey and wished it were her being so lewdly petted.

"Yes, Angela."

Angela placed her other finger against Tracey's slightly parted lips. Tracey immediately began sucking on the proffered fingertip of her Mistress, just as she knew she was supposed to do.

"That's a good little Tracey slut. Now you just keep on sucking on my yummy little fingertip no matter what I do to you. Right, baby?"

Tracey nodded slowly, all the while continuing to suck slavishly on Angela's fingertip.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Angela's other hand had released its hold on Tracey's breast so that she could apply a barrage of resounding slaps to Tracey's saucy tit flesh. Tracey almost forgot herself, so sharp was the pain in her chest. But she retained enough self-control not to cry out, but to continue her obedient suckling of Angela's finger.

Angela smiled as she removed her Tracey moistened finger.

"What a goooood little subby bitch you are, Tracey baby."

Tracey bowed her head in abject submission to her new Mistress.

"And you're my sexy little subby bitch kitty from now on. Aren't you, Tracey."

Tracey slowly raised her head to meet her Mistress's gaze. Angela could see that her victim's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, Mistress Angela. I'm your sexy little subby bitch kitty from now on."

"And I'll bet you would really like for everyone in the neighborhood to see just what kind of a sexy, slutty, subby picture you make, too. Wouldn't you, baby girl. I bet they don't know what a truly nasty sick little girl lover their dirty little neighbor lady turns out to be after all. Do they? I bet they'll be so surprised when they sees your pink little tongue, stuck out as far as it will go, licking off all that girl cum from your nasty little hands. Won't they, baby?"

Angela's harsh words started Tracey sobbing all over again. How could Angela be so tender to her one minute and so cruel the very next? The imperious choir director just sat and waited for her victim to calm down once more. It took quite a while that time for Tracey to cry herself out. But Angela did not mind in the least. She used the time to amuse and entertain herself in feeling Tracey up. She so enjoyed the touch of Tracey's soft, smooth naked flesh and the way the broken woman put up no resistance at all any more to her Mistress's wanton probing of her intimate parts.

When Tracey was finally cried out, Angela raised her fingertip to Tracey's lips and pushed against them, just like before. Tracey shuddered as Angela's sensual spell came over her once more and obediently opened her mouth for her Mistress to stick her finger way inside. Tracey closed her eyes tight shut and began to suckle the offered finger unbidden, her manner as earlier one of abject surrender.

"Do you want all the neighbors to see the video, Tracey dear?"

Tracey shook her head slowly from side to side while maintaining her sucking hold on her Mistress's probing finger. That finger was now Tracey's lifeline to her new world. And she was letting herself become intimately acquainted with it.

"Do you understand clearly that I will show the video to everyone in town unless you obey me completely from now on and always in the future behave yourself like a good little subby slut when you are around me."

Tracey immediately nodded her head in assent. She knew for certain that she just had to be as good as gold from now on or Angela would become angry with her again. Tracey did not want to face that prospect at all. Better by far to obey her Mistress and reap the erotic rewards that Angela might bestow upon her from time to time as a consequence of her submissiveness.

Angela smiled as she slowly removed her finger from between Tracey's sucking lips and casually wiped its saliva-coated dampness off on Tracey's pert breast.

Angela hummed softly as she rubbed the spit wet tip of her finger back and forth against Tracey's taut nipple.

"I bet she is really going to squeal just like a little piggy slut when I put the clothespins on her little nip nips for her."

Tracey did her best to control her growing anxiety at what her Mistress was saying about her.

"Does Tracey like sucking Mistress Angela's finger for her. Does she, little girl?"

Tracey, who, despite herself, was slowly but surely being turned on by Angela's finger, wriggled and sighed.

"Yesssss, Mistress Angela."

Angela smiled and continued to pet Tracey's sensitive breast flesh.

"Now, does Tracey want a nice treat? Does Baby Tracey want to taste her Mistress? Does she want to put her nasty slut tongue way deep in her Mistress's yummy sniz? Well, does she?"

Tracey nodded her head slowly in assent and shyly let her eyes rise to meet Angela's.

"Yessss, Mistress Angela. I want to put my tongue deep in your yummy Mistress sniz and lick out every last drop."

Angela was taken aback by Tracey's sudden brazenness, but recovered herself quickly.

"Well, maybe if little Baby Tracey is very, very obedient, and does absolutely everything her Mistress Angela tells her to do from now on. Just maybe, Mistress Angela will let little Baby Tracey have a yummy tasty treat."

Tracey smiled demurely at her Mistress. Now, Tracey allowed herself to live in hope as well as fear.

Angela smiled back at her new plaything She was just about ready to jab her scorpion sting deep into her.

"Now, Tracey honey. Tell me for true. Do you love that bad nasty daughter of yours? I mean, really love her."

Tracey, whose frantic fear once again suddenly and completely overwhelmed her erotic hope, just sat there, motionless and mute. In the dim recesses of her mind, Tracey caught an uncertain glimmer of where that question might lead, and she really, truly did not want to go there. But would Angela allow her to demur?

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Tracey's head jerked horribly back and forth in response to Angela's vicious hand slaps. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tracey dimly realized that Angela had asked her a truly pivotal question designed to test just how far Tracey would go to obey her Mistress. She tried her best to remember it so she could respond correctly. She so desperately wanted the pain her new Mistress was inflicting upon her to stop.

"Well. Do you, Tracey?"

Tracey looked at her Mistress with unfocused eyes.

"Do I what, Mistress Angela," Tracey whispered in a dead monotone.

"Do you love that badass daughter of yours, sillypoo?"

Lisa giggled as they watched Tracey's attempt to try to get her act together.

Tracey concentrated very hard. She knew that the wrong answer now would result in a great deal more pain and humiliation being heaped upon her. She did not want any more of that. Really and truly she didn't. Especially from Mistress Angela. She decided to just say 'yes.'

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

Angela caressed her new sub's slap-reddened cheek tenderly. Then, the choir director allowed her hand slowly and gently to trail down Tracey's slender neck once more and rest softly on the swell of her up thrust breast, caressing the flesh oh so seductively.

"So you would do anything to make Lisa happy. Wouldn't you, Tracey dear. Especially if you knew that it would also make Mistress Angela happy too, hmmmmmmmm."

Tracey responded slowly, uncertain of everything except that she did not want to cause Angela to have any excuse whatsoever for giving her any more pain.

What Tracey truly wanted most of all was for Angela just simply to revert to petting her instead of slapping her senseless. It had felt so much better to have her Mistress's loving hands on her body, stroking and caressing rather than punishing and hurting. But now Tracey knew with absolute certainty that she would have to agree totally with anything and everything Angela said from now on if her hopes for more Mistress loving and less Mistress paining were to be realized.

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

Angela let her hungry eyes rove across the naked woman's torso to where Lisa was sitting and smiled her sweetest evil smile. She was well aware that she had already agreed that Lisa could have Tracey first. But seeing her now, so meek and subservient, Angela had to exert a great deal of self control just to keep herself from dragging Tracey over to her house by her short hair right that minute, grabbing up the strap on from out of her car on the way, and fucking her senseless with it until Tracey completely covered the long, thick shaft with woman cum. She could hardly wait. But wait she must.

"Well, Lisa" Angela breathed. "Why don't you just tell your Mommy what you want her to do? What could our little baby slut mom do for you to make you happy, little girl?"

Lisa, who had been running her sweating palms up and down Tracey's naked back now took her hands completely off her mother's body. Tracey turned slowly to face her daughter , fearful and franticly expectant at the same time.

Lisa smiled and cleared her throat, and said it simply.

"Mom. I want you to beg me to fuck you with Angela's strap on. Now that would make me really happy."

Tracey shook her head. Even now, after everything she had gone through so far that night, her fogged brain refused to believe that she had heard correctly. She just sat there, completely dumbfounded. Hoping against hope that she was wrong about what she thought she had heard.

Angela's wheedling voice broke through the fog that clouded Tracey's brain.

"Well, Baby Tracey. Don't you want to do what your daughter says? You know that it would make me just so happy to watch Lisa pork you with that fat strap on of mine. Don't you want to make Mistress Angela happy, too."

Tracey hesitated.

"Or do I have to go get your belt and teach you all about how to obey me all over again, hmmmmmm."

Taking the hint, Lisa arose from the sofa and strode toward the living room door, as if she were on her way to retrieve the belt for Angela.

Tracey immediately began to cry out in stark terror. Her pitiful pleas for mercy were an incoherent babble of imploring monosyllables. She clutched at Angela's hand and brought it up to her trembling lips. She kissed it fervently and sucked on the fingers in a ludicrous attempt to gain the choir director's reprieve. Angela just laughed at Tracey's antics.

"Pleeeeeeease, Mistress Angela. I'll be good. I promise I will. I'll do anything Lisa wants me to do. Pleeeeease don't get the belt again. Pleeeeeease."

Angela patted the utterly distraught woman's cheek in order to reassure her.

"So now you agree to beg our Lisapoo here to take pity on you and give you some of that famous strap on of mine, hmmmmmmm, Baby Tracey."

Tracey vigorously nodded her head in agreement. She would do whatever it took to avoid any more pain, especially pain from being strapped by that horrible belt.

Angela giggled as she saw how earnestly Tracey was attempting to communicate her willingness to obey.

"I can't wait to see her shag that Mommy pussy of yours for you until you scream.

Angela's hands began caressing Tracey's body once more as she continued.

And if you beg her real sexy for Mistress Angela, I might even be persuaded to give you that treat I promised you."

Tracey bowed her head in humiliation and resignation. She most assuredly did not want her own daughter to put Angela's fake penis inside her body and fuck her until she screamed. The horror of the though of her daughter doing that turned her stomach. But, just as surely, Tracey did not want to be abused any more, either.

And didn't she recall somewhere in the recesses of her dazed mind that Angela had promised her that if she got through that ghastly ordeal with Lisa somehow, her Mistress would reward her with a treat. Surely then, if Tracey obeyed totally and made her Mistress happy by her complete submission to the choir director's orders, Angela would take pity on her and give her a treat. Surely she would.

The now totally confused and befuddled woman slowly turned her head toward her leering daughter who stood over her in rapt expectation of what was to come. Lisa's greedy eyes feasted on her mother's naked and vulnerable body, covered in angry red welts from the strapping she and Angela had given her, and flushed with humiliation and embarrassment. Oh how she hungered to take her and use her just as she was; physically abused and morally confused. But first she must be made to beg her for it, to humiliate herself completely before her and her wicked friend, to subjugate herself absolutely to her daughter's brutal carnal demands, to surrender herself to her abjectly and to beseech her with all her heart to use Angela's enormous tool any way she desired upon her poor, unworthy body. Any way at all.

Lisa strode confidently back to the sofa where her naked mother sat, degradation and humiliation showing all over her face.

"Well, Mommy dear. Don't you have something to say to me."

As she spoke, Lisa reached out her hand and stroked Tracey's short hair. Feeling her lecherous touch on her body, Tracey cringed.

Lisa put her little finger in her mouth and sucked on it until it was slickywet with her spit. Then she placed the saliva-coated fingertip against the inside of her mother's ear and began rummaging around with it. Tracey shivered once more, repulsed by her daughter's probing finger and domineering manner.

Angela leaned over and began licking Tracey's other ear.

"Well. Answer her, sillypoo," the choir director whispered into Tracey's other ear as she allowed her hand to rove over Tracey's upper body.

Tracey tried to steel herself for what she knew she had to do, but her nerve faltered. She turned to face her Mistress, anguish suffusing her countenance.

"Please, Mistress Angela. Please don't make me do that. Pleeeeeease. I'll do just anything you want me to. But pppllleeeeaaaassseee don't make me do that."

Angela could barely hear Tracey's plea, so soft was her voice. Instead of answering Tracey, Angela leaned against her and began kissing her tenderly on the mouth. Tracey slowly responded, hoping against hope that by being pliant and encouraging Angela to continue kissing her, she could somehow cause her Mistress to have pity on her and stay her daughter's terrible desire. Angela continued to kiss her, stroking her hair and comforting Tracey just as before. She so loved it when one of her conquests tried to wheedle her with seductive physical favors. Angela wondered just how far Tracey would go to keep from having to be forced into strap on intercourse with her daughter. Well, now was a good time to find out, even though Angela had absolutely no intention of being deterred from her goal of making Tracey submit to a bout of daughter fucking.

As she and Tracey continued in their torrid soul kiss, the choir director moved her hands to Tracey's breasts. Gently at first, then more forcefully, Angela began caressing and groping her new sex toy. Tracey responded nicely, breathing heavily and whimpering softly as her Mistress continued molesting her. Then Angela began to tweeze Tracey's delicate nipples between her thumbnails and index finger nails. When Tracey began to pull away, Angela redoubled her tweezing and twisting until Tracey could stand it no longer. Tracey pulled her lips off of those of her tormentress and let out a high-pitched squeal of purest pain.

"Pleeeeeeeeease, Mistress Angela. Pleeease stop. That hurts."

Angela looked her right in the eye.

"Does it hurt more than you think Lisa's big dick will when she rams it up your little poo tube for you, Baby Tracey? And you just know that before the night is over, ole Lisa here is gonna want to do just that to her little Mommykins."

Angela smiled broadly as the impact of her words sank into Tracey's fevered brain. Tracey could do nothing but bow her head.

"So it's Ok with you then if I want to pinch your Mommy nipples for you, right, baby girl?"

Tracey could do absolutely nothing but nod her head slowly in agreement. If Angela would let her off having to beg Lisa to fuck her, then she would just have to steel herself to go along with whatever else her Mistress wanted to do to her.

"Well, Tracey. We'll see."

Angela was noncommittal, but Tracey clung desperately to the hope that the choir director could be cajoled into keeping Lisa from having her way with her.

Seeing that Tracey was forcing herself to acquiesce, Angela once more began tweezing and twisting her captive's nipples back and forth. The choir director was rewarded by a series of cries and squeals as Tracey gave vent to her sufferings. Such noises were, of course, celestial music to Angela's ears.

When Tracey had made enough noise to suit her tormentress for the time being, Angela moved her probing, groping fingers down Tracey's midriff, pausing to tickle and probe the tiny bellybutton, to her crotch, where she spent a happy time prodding, probing, pinching, and scratching until Tracey almost fainted from the itching, burning pain and growing horniness.

"Raise up, baby girl like a good little slut, and let Mistress Angela put her nice finger in your little rose. I just adore fingerfucking grown women like you in the asshole. And I know you want to make me happy. Don't you, baby slut?"

Reluctantly but resignedly, Tracey lifted her small, shapely buns off the sofa and Angela jabbed her finger into her captive's fundament as far as it would go. Tracey howled in pain and tried to pull away from the invading, clawing finger. But Lisa held her mother fast so that Angela could dry ream her out to her heart's content. Lisa knew, even though Tracey did not, that Angela was preparing her mother for her eventual anal onslaught. Getting her primed and ready as it were for her log invasion later on.

Tracey twisted her head from side to side and moaned and screeched out her agony as Angela calmly continued to jab and scratch.

"I bet Lisa's sure going to like to have a poke at that."

Tracey barely heard her Mistress's statement, so involved was she in her own pain. A series of sharp slaps to her naked and vulnerable butt cheeks returned the tormented woman to the here and now.

"Well, won't she?"

Tracey mustered up what reserves she had left and answered her cruel Mistress's question.

"Yesssssss, Mistress Angela. Lisa will like that."

Angela smiled over at Lisa.

"Hey sweetie. Did you hear that? I bet Mommy slut here is an asshole virgin. You can be the first."

Lisa smirked and pressed her mother more firmly against Angela's probing finger.

"Cool. I just love fucking girls in the ass. And I'll bet that I will really like doing it to Mommy here. She's probably as tight as any young girl I've had."

Tracey cried out in terror when she heard what Lisa said.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssse, Mistress Angela. I'll do whatever you want me to. But plllleeeeeaaaaasssssseeeeee, don't let Lisa do that to me. Pleeeease don't."

Angela removed her probing finger and wiped its pungent residue along the inside of Tracey's butt crack.

"I don't know, Tracey. Lisa sure seems interested in porking your pooper for you. But maybe she'll be satisfied with just reaming your nasty old Mommy pussy. That is of course, if you beg her real nice."

By now, Tracey was so frantic about keeping Lisa from invading her virginal rear end, that the prospect of her actually having vaginal strap on intercourse with her did not seem to be quite the horrible prospect it had been earlier that night. Maybe, just maybe, if she begged her really sincerely to fuck her pussy for her, Tracey's daughter would be satisfied and not take her hinder virginity after all. With her mind full of that hopeful thought, the panicked woman leapt off the sofa, got down on her knees, and looked as beseechingly as she could directly up at her leering daughter. As she knelt there, Tracey longed for more than anything else in the world to be reassured by Lisa that it was within the realm of possibility that, should she convey both by her words themselves and the intonation she placed on them just how much she would beg for just so long as Lisa refrained from raping her rosette, that it would be possible to persuade her to relent.

Tracey opened her mouth and said the words as passionately as she could muster the energy.

"Lisa, honey. Please, baby. Please, oh please put Angela's big strap on inside me. I'm begging you to fill me up with it right now. Please, baby. Mommy wants you to ride me soooooo bad."

Then the highly agitated woman suited her actions to her wanton words. Tracey crawled swiftly over to where her daughter was standing imperiously above her. She reached her arms out and around her legs and hugged her daughter's naked body to her as tightly as she could manage. Her upturned face lay softly against Lisa's crotch. Unbidden, Tracey nuzzled her cheek tenderly against Lisa's mons. She opened her mouth as wide as it could go and wrapped her lips around her daughter's vulva and suckled it just like a starving infant.

Lisa immediately thrust her hips out so that even more of her naked slit would be available to her mother's wide-open mouth. She groaned and wiggled her hips. It was everything she could do to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

Tracey felt her daughter's desperate need to cum. Perhaps, she surmised as she continued to lave her slit with her warm tongue, if she acted like a real slut for her, Tracey could cause the girl to cum right in her mouth, thereby saving herself from any further humiliation until a later time.

But Lisa was not to be put off from her ultimate goal. And so she suddenly pulled back from her mother's tempting lips before she could bring her off orally.

"Bad Mommy," Lisa laughed heartily.

"I thought you said you wanted me to fill up your pussy, not your mouth; although you'll beg me to do that also, in time. Won't you, little girl."

As she talked, the girl stroked her mother's short hair as if she were some favorite pet, which, of course by now, she was.

"Now, why don't you slide back, get up, go out to Angela's car, and bring back her nice strap on so I can start doing what you begged me to do. I want to make you happy, Mommy."

Seeing that her strategy had failed, Tracey resigned herself to the inevitable, got up and grabbed for her robe lying near her on a chair. Lisa slapped her hand away.

"Naked, Mommy. Go to Angela's car naked. It's right outside. Hopefully no one will see you rooting around in her back seat with your naked butt stuck up in the air."

Tracy didn't want to do it, but Angela slapped her a couple times and she did. Angela and Lisa stood in the doorway laughing as Tracey ran to the car and rummaged around until she found the strap on lying on the floor of the back seat where Lisa had dripped it after diddling Mandy with it. They almost shut the door on Tracey as she ran back in the house, but Lisa was too anxious to use the sweet strap on on her mother to want to play any longer.

Lisa immediately grabbed the long, thick, erect dildo out of her mother's hands, stepped into it, pushed Tracey to the floor, and aimed it directly at her face. But before Tracey could put her mouth on it to coat it with her saliva, Angela took a handful of her hair and jerked her away from her daughter.

"Maybe later, baby. If you're good, I'll let you suck on it as much as you want. But not right now."

Angela cooed the words as she dragged her unwilling captive across the floor to a coffee table in front of the sofa. Then she and Lisa arranged her mother so that she was kneeling by the coffee table with her torso draped across it and her arms hanging over the other edge.

"Mandypoo, come over here and grab her wrists for me. Hold her arms straight out in front of her."

Mandy got up from her place on the floor, rounded the coffee table, and grasped Tracey's wrists firmly in her two hands. Then she pulled Tracey's arms in front of her as far as they would go.

Seeing that Mandy had followed her orders to the letter. Angela gave her subby teacher a big, wet kiss on the mouth and a few minutes of licentious fondling as a reward. Mandy gurgled and wriggled like a happy puppy as her mistress paid her that lewd attention.

When Angela got tired of feeling the teacher up, she raised herself off the floor in front of the coffee table and called to Lisa to take her place behind Tracey, grasp her two ankles, and pull her legs straight back behind her. Lisa stood behind the coffee table, reached down, and grabbed Tracey's ankles. Then they pulled them straight back behind her as far as they would go off the ground.

Tracey was now completely at her daughter's mercy, her arms and legs pulled away from her torso by Mandy and Lisa until the tension in her shoulders and hips began to cause her joints to ache. Angela grabbed Tracey's ankles from Lisa, who scooted between her mother's legs.

Tracey began to moan and whine as Mandy and Angela pulled against each other as if they were going to draw and quarter her right then and there. Angela looked down at the stricken woman and smiled. Tracey was right where she wanted her.

"Tracey honey, do you still want your little Lisa to stuff her bad old plastic thingy deep deep in your Mommy slut pussy for you, hmmmmmmm?"

Tracey could barely concentrate on Angela's words. The pain in her joints was well on its way to getting the better of her. But, despite her growing suffering, Tracey knew beyond a doubt that she had better say 'yes' to anything Angela wanted or there would surely be even more agony for her to come.

"Yes, Mistress Angela," Tracey shuddered. She would have said 'yes' to anything at that point; she hurt so.

"OK, Mandy," Angela chirped. "Ease up on our dear baby girl so she can enjoy herself while Lisa porks her."

Reluctantly, Mandy stopped tugging against Angela and allowed Tracey's arms to relax. Angela did the same with Tracey's legs. The poor woman could now rest her knees on the floor and her elbows on the top of the coffee table. She began to pant as the agony in her joints slowly subsided. Angela reached around her victim and unceremoniously jabbed two of her fingers into Tracey's nostrils and jerked her head up so she was looking directly into her Mistress's eyes. Tracey cried out but made no move to pull her face away from Angela's cruel fingers.

"Ok, Tracey. Now we all heard you beg for it like the good little Mommy slut you are. And rest assures, old Lisa here is going to grant your wish. And while she does, I'm going to get it all down on videotape so we can enjoy watching it for years to come."

Tracey cringed at the thought of having her humiliation recorded on tape, but had sense enough not to complain.

"Now, while I'm taping our little love scene here, you had better act right. I want to hear some really slutty encouragements coming out of that Mommy mouth of yours, and it better be loud enough so that the microphone picks up every word. Do you understand me, bitch."

Tracey did not want to understand, but she did anyway. Somewhere deep inside her loins, a little itch of masochism began to burn.

"Yes, Mistress Angela. I understand."

Angela could plainly see the masochistic surrender in Tracey's eyes. It was almost time to celebrate. She had just about broken yet another grown woman to her will. Very soon, now Tracey would be completely owned by her.

"Ok, Lisa. She's all yours."

Lisa slid even closer behind her kneeling mother while Angela put the video cam up to her face and began recording.

"Spread those luscious legs of yours, Mommy. So I can get to that sweet pussy."

Tracey felt the tingle inside her grow and immediately spread her knees as wide as they could go on the floor. Her nether lips peeked from beneath her butt crack, and Lisa could clearly see her target. She impudently ran her little finger along her slit.

"Do you still want me to fuck you, Mom," Lisa smirked down at her kneeling mother.

"Yes, Lisa," Tracey said in a monotone. And,, deep in her secret soul, Tracey had to admit to herself that she really did want her daughter to impale her. She was so ashamed of herself, but what could she do. Her experiences of that evening had opened yet another secret door in her sexuality, and now she was being made to step through it.

"Tracey. Say it out loud so the microphone can hear you."

Angela's warning voice came through loud and clear.

A suddenly terrified Tracey tried her best to put some animation in her words. The force of the humiliation and degradation of what she was being made to do blended crazily with her newfound masochistic desire to have it happen to her to just about make her lose her mind. Which is, of course, just what Angela wanted to happen.

"Pleeeeeeeasssseee, Lisa. Please fuck mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee."

Lisa's mother swayed her hips back and forth as an added salacious inducement to provoke her daughter to act. Her wanton butt wagging brought hoots of gleeful approval from Lisa.

Lisa just could not wait another second. Kneeling down right behind Tracey's naked body, Lisa let the very tip of her plastic penis slide sinfully along the crack of her mother's butt until it found its desired resting place firmly against her inner labia. Then, without any warning or regard for Tracey's welfare, the girl shoved her hips forward and drove her erection into her mother's vagina as far as it would go.

Tracey lifted up her head and screamed out in blinding pain as her daughter drove relentlessly into her. Even though her slit was coated in slick mucus, the friction of her entry burned like acid against her sensitive inner walls. Tracey twisted and bucked in a vain attempt to dislodge her daughter, but to no avail.

Lisa did not for a moment care about the pain her violation was causing Tracey. All her mind was focused on the one central fact that she had finally gotten her wish and that her plastic prick was way deep in her mother's pussy. And it felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful. The emotional and psychological feelings were just beyond words.

The long, turgid shaft of the strap on totally filled Tracey up, and her strong vaginal muscles grasped and squeezed hard against it as her body desperately tried to accommodate itself to that enormous invader. For Tracey, the sensation was overwhelming. She felt completely and absolutely full of Lisa's erection. She just was not used to being so overcome sexually. And while her mind was totally repulsed by the thought of having her own daughter inside her in such an absolutely obscene way, her body was not only growing used to the sensation of her being inside her, it was beginning to respond to it positively.

As Lisa continued to piston in and out of her mother's pussy, she began to notice that her entries and exits were easier and easier. Tracey's canal was expanding to accommodate her plastic penis, just like Mandy's did earlier in the car when she fucked her. Furthermore, she could feel a warm slick wetness beginning to coat her thighs as her mother leaked hot sex juices against her, making the drives and withdrawals not nearly so painful.

"Hey Angela. She's juicing. She's juicing."

Lisa laughed out loud and slapped her mother playfully on the flank as her hard plastic member drove deeper and deeper into her. Her mind might be at war with itself, but Tracey's body was certainly showing signs of beginning to like it.

Angela was watching the goings on through her viewfinder of the videotape recorder. She could see from the way Tracey was screwing up her face and biting her lower lip that she was close, very close. But Angela did not want her to shoot her load quite yet, before she inflicted just one more indignity on Tracey.

She raised her voice to be heard over Lisa's moaning and Tracey's squeals and whimpers.

"Don't let her come, Lisa. Save it for that sweet, sweet, virgin asshole of hers."

Lisa and Tracey both heard Angela's admonition. Lisa stopped dead in mid hump. Then she pulled out altogether and positioned himself to do as ordered. Tracey let out a blood-curdling scream and tried to get up off the coffee table.

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Lisa pressed her entire bulk down on her mother's bucking and rearing body to keep her in place under her. She was not to be denied.

Angela, seeing that Tracey was rebelling against her orders, even after all her preparations and training, flew into a towering rage.

"Mandy, grab those slut arms of hers just like you did before. I'll grab the bitch's ankles, and show her that I mean for her to do what I tell her to do when I tell her."

Mandy rushed to do Angela's bidding. In less than five seconds, Mandy had both of Tracey's wrists restrained in an iron grip and Angela had a firm hold on her ankles. Tracey lunged and twisted her body for all she was worth, but she could not escape Lisa and Angela. The frantic woman screamed and yelled in mortal terror, but to no avail whatsoever.

When she was certain that Tracey was firmly under the control of Mandy and herself, Angela ordered Lisa to get back out of the way and give her some working room. Lisa quickly slid back from her mother's writhing body, then stood up to watch the fun that she knew was to come. Angela motioned with her head for Lisa to take over holding her mother's ankles, which the girl willingly did. Soon Mandy and Lisa had Tracey where she couldn't move at all.

Angela walked over to where Tracey was being held, grabbed a hank of her cropped hair and yanked Tracey's head around so she could make eye contact.

"OK, bitch. So you decided to argue with me and now you refuse to let me do what I want to do with you. Well, let's see if you like what's going to happen to you now any better."

Angela then drew back her free hand and commenced slapping the hapless Tracey all over her face.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Tracey screamed in pain and made yet another lunging attempt to free herself from the clutches of her captors. But to no avail whatsoever. Mandy and Lisa had her firmly in hand and were not about to let go of her. So Tracey just had to lie there and take whatever punishment Angela wanted to give her. And Angela wanted plenty.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

The choir director continued slapping Tracey's face until her cheeks were bright red and puffy. Then Angela let go of Tracey's hair and let her head fall back to the surface of the coffee table. Tracey was crying and squealing for all she was worth. But Angela was nowhere near finished with her, yet.

The furious dominatrix picked up a large hardback book that had been knocked to the floor and began swatting it viciously against Tracey's vulnerable butt cheeks.

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.

Angela's vicious abuse of Tracey's tender posteriors set up yet another chorus of wailing and screaming. By the time Angela's arms got tired, Tracey's butt cheeks were solid red. Tracey had screamed herself hoarse from the excruciating pain Angela was causing her, but the anger in Angela still boiled her blood for more and even more.

"Ok, ladies. I'm going in the other room and get that belt. While I'm gone, you turn her over on her back so I can really get at her. And don't you dare let her go."

Tracey had heard Angela's words through the storm of her pain, and she set up a howl of protest.

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ppppppplllllleeeeeeaaaassssssseeeeee, Nooooooooo. Please, please stop. I'll obey you from now on, Mistress Angela. Oh please, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be gooooddddddd."

Angela glared over at her cringing victim.

"Too late bitch. You had your chance to mind me, and you didn't take it. Now I'm going to make sure that you obey me from now on."

As Angela turned to go, Tracey began begging Mandy to let her go.

"Mandy, pleeeeeassssse. Plllleeeeeeeasssseee let me go before she gets back. She's going to kiiiillllll me."

Mandy looked down at Tracey in her total helplessness, and a shiver of lust coursed through her loins as she heard Tracey beg and plead with her. Mandy had done so much begging herself over the past few days that it was a true turn on to hear someone else do the begging for a change. Especially as that someone was begging her.

Of course Mandy knew better than to give in to Tracey's pleas. But it still made her wet to hear her beg. Maybe Angela would get tired of using that belt after a while and let her have a go at Tracey. That would really turn Mandy on.

By the time Angela had returned to the living room, the belt swinging against her thigh, Mandy and Lisa had gotten Tracey turned over somehow and all staked out for her punishment. Without saying a word, Angela strode up to where Tracey was staring up at her, terrified eyes as big as silver dollars, and brought the leather belt down right across her up thrust and defenseless breasts. Tracey opened her mouth and a wail emerged that was so gut wrenching as to cause Mandy almost to let go of her ankle. But the teacher recovered her wits and her grip just in time. When Tracey had emptied her lungs with screaming and inhaled once more, Angela brought the belt down again.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.

Angela's arm went up and down like a driving piston. The metal clad tongue of the wide leather belt bit remorselessly into Tracey's vulnerable flesh. Her breasts, midriff, and thighs began turning crimson from being so mercilessly treated. And Tracey screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Oh how she screamed.

The tormented woman completely lost it. She sprayed Lisa with a jet of hot urine as her bladder let go. She vomited violently, covering Mandy with a sour spray of half- digested food. And Angela just kept on with her methodical belt strapping until the agony overwhelmed her victim completely and she fainted dead away.

Angela, frustrated beyond measure at losing her plaything to unconsciousness, ran into the kitchen and returned almost immediately with a pitcher of ice water from the refrigerator. She dumped the water unceremoniously on Tracey's slack face and watched satisfied as Tracey's eyes fluttered open.

"Ok, Mandy. Now I want you to pull on her arms as hard as you can. Stretch them out over her head as far apart as they will go. Then twist the wrists away from each other."

Mandy did as she was told and Tracey responded by setting up another chorus of wailing.

"Lisa. Now I want you to pull her legs as far apart as you can. Then I want you to turn her legs away from each other as far as they will go."

Lisa happily obliged Angela's satanic whim. She wrenched Tracey's slender legs apart until her hips ached. She twisted her mother's ankles until her joints burned as though they were soaked in acid. And Tracey responded by giving voice to an unending wail of purest anguish. Between the pulling, jerking, and twisting being so harshly administered by Mandy and Lisa, the poor woman was being almost literally torn apart. Then Angela started in on her once more with the belt.

STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP

The choir director tormentress concentrated on Tracey's inner thighs and crotch, now fully exposed and vulnerable to her. Soon Tracey's thighs were crisscrossed with long angry red welts and her inflamed labia were puffy and swollen from the continuous belt strapping. The pain finally proved too much for the tortured woman and she passed out once again. Angela and Lisa and even Mandy breathed heavily as they tried to recuperate from their strenuous exercise.

When she had caught her breath, Angela rushed into the kitchen again to fetch more water. But that time when she returned, the flint edge of her fury had somewhat subsided. But she was clearly still in no mood to be argued with. And everyone else in the room knew it just by looking at her.

Pitcher in hand, Angela slowly sauntered toward Tracey's unconscious and battered body. Unhurriedly that time, the choir director dribbled the water on her victim's slack face until Tracey began to sputter and shake her head. When her eyes met Angela's, Tracey began to blubber like a terrified child.

"Pppppllllleeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Mmmmmmisssssttttrrreeeeessssssss, Anggggeeeellllaaaaa. Pllleassssee don't hurrrrttt mmmeeeeeee. Pllleeeaaasssseeeee, pppllleeeaaassseeee."

Angela smiled down at her totally broken captive.

"Are you going to behave me from now on, Baby Tracey," Angela said softly, letting her hand stroke the woman's brow in a gesture of mock comfort.

"Oooooohhhhhhh yyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssss, Misssstttrrreeesssssss Aaaaannnnnggggeeeeellllaaaaa."

Angela slid her index finger along Tracey's parched lips.

"Open your mouth like a good little baby girl for Mistress Angela."

Tracey immediately opened her lips and allowed her tormentress to probe around inside. Angela let her fingertip travel back and forth along Tracey's tongue. Tracey kept absolutely still, her complete terror apparent in her bloodshot eyes.

Angela took out her Tracey spit moistened finger and used it to rub against Tracey's tormented and distended nipple. Tracey gasped in pain, but did not move a hair. Angela smiled.

"Does ums hurt, baby. Does ums hurt real, real bad?"

Tracey knew that she must answer.

"Yessss, Mistress Angela."

Angela switched her lewd attention to the other nipple.

"Does ums hurt a real whole lot, baby?"

Tracey shuddered.

Yes, Mistress Angela. I hurt a lot."

Angela cupped Tracey's breast in her hand and squeezed just a trifle. Tracey winced and sucked in her ragged breath through clenched teeth. But, once again, she had better sense than to move. Angela continued to stroke and pet.

"Yes, Tracey baby girl. I know you hurt. And it's good that you hurt. Very good. You hurt because you were a bad girl and didn't obey me. Just imagine how good it would feel right now to have your mistress's hands feeling you up like that if I hadn't been forced by your disrespectful disobedience of me to punish you. It's your own fault that you hurt. Isn't it, Tracey."

Tracey cried and cried. But she knew she had to say it right.

"Yessss, Mistress Angela."

Right then, Tracey felt only pain as a result of Angela's wanton ministrations. But she understood what her mistress was telling her about her possible future. And Tracey had to admit to herself that, despite everything that had happened to her so far, it probably would be in her true best interest to obey her Mistress in the future and to reap the erotically satisfying rewards associated with good behavior. Angela had conditioned Tracey perfectly.

"Tracey. We already know that left to yourself, you really do want to be a nasty little slutty subby girl lover deep down inside. You saw that for yourself on the videotape. Didn't you, baby?"

Tracey shuddered.

"Yes, Mistress Angela."

"And you just love to snuzzle Lisa's snizz. And old Mandy there belongs totally to me as you already have surmised by now. And that being the case, I can absolutely guarantee you that if you behave yourself like a good little lezzy subby and obey me from now on, you can expect an occasional slavey treat from her as well. So what do you say, baby. Or do I have to get the belt to you some more."

Tracey cringed just as if Angela had already picked up the belt to hit her with, which she had not, but most certainly could if she wanted to. Seeing Tracey's reaction to her words, Angela giggled and began lazily stroking Tracey's puffy, abused labia. Despite herself, Tracey began to wriggle and pant.

"Now you don't really want me to have to get the belt again. Do you, baby."

Tracey shook her head violently from side to side.

"Noooooo. Pleeease, Mistress Angela."

Angela poked her finger inside Tracey's canal and began plundering around in there. Tracey sucked in her breath, but did nothing whatsoever to give Angela an excuse to strap her again. Angela leaned down and placed her lips on Tracey's. Tracey parted her lips and allowed the choir director to snake her tongue inside her mouth. Tracey immediately began sucking on her Mistress's tongue, just as she knew she should. And as the two females kissed, Tracey let out a little moaning whimper of surrender.

Angela continued to kiss and pet her new conquest until Tracey was panting and the choir director could feel the first stirrings of passion deep within her captive's tormented body.

"You do want to obey me from now on, don't you, Baby Tracey."

Tracey nodded slowly.

And Lisa told me all about making you eat her little friend Tori. I really would like to see you do that. Wouldn't you like to let me watch you eat that little girl's pussy for her, baby?"

Tracey shuddered bud nodded her head 'yes.'

"And Tori has a Mommy who Lisa tells me is a little subby Mommy just like you are. Maybe, we'll let you and her and Mandy all play together. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Another shudder and another affirmative nod of Tracey's head.

"And you're never going to disobey me, ever again. Are you, Baby Tracey?"

"No, Mistress Angela," Tracey said, and that time, she really, truly meant it.

"Then roll over for me like a good girl."

Tracey slowly allowed Angela to roll her body until she was face down across the coffee table. Tracey knelt there as docile as a lamb, her puffy labia luminescent with her dew.

Angela looked over at Lisa who had been following the entire scene from across the room. Her plastic erection was ready for the task at hand.

"Come over here, Lisa, and fuck your Mommy just like the dogslut she is."

Tracey raised up a little so she could look back as her daughter mounted her. She sighed as Lisa's plastic shaft penetrated deep inside her. Her hips moved rhythmically to meet her daughter's lusty thrusts. She would obey from now on. Yes she would. She would be a good little girl, and Angela wouldn't have to use the belt on her any more. And Lisa would fuck her. And Angela would let her taste her sweet sniz. And so would Lisa. And so would Mandy, and Tori, and Tori's mother, and anyone else Angela said. And she would be a very, very good little girl from now on.

"Is it good, baby," Angela wanted to know.

"Yessss, Mistress Angela."

"And do you want Lisa to put her long plastic penis in your virgin pooper now."

Tracey shuddered, but she also remembered the horrible belt.

"Yesssss, Mistress Angela."

"Well, reach back like a good subby Mommy slut and pull your sweet cheeks apart Tracey baby, so she can get to it."

That time there was no resistance, no gainsaying, no struggle at all. Tracey meekly reached her hands behind her and dutifully opened herself to her daughter's carnal advances. Anything was better than that belt. Anything at all. She would be meek from now on. She would be shy and timid. She would obey. She would be sooooo good.

Lisa slowly withdrew from her mother's pussy and placed the wet head of her plastic prick firmly against Tracey's tightly puckered rosette.

"Well, silly. Beg her for it. You know you want to. Don't you, baby."

Tracey pressed her tightly closed sphincter firmly up against her daughter's fake prong and wiggled her hips seductively.

"Pleeeease, Lisa. Please put it in my ass. Pleeeease, honey."

Lisa needed no further encouragement. She drove hard into her mother's fundament until her thighs spanked Tracey's already enflamed butt cheeks.. Her vaginal lubrication, which had adhered to the plastic prick, eased the pain somewhat as Lisa stroked slowly back and forth inside her. But Tracey still felt as if she were being spitted. Hot tears of pain laced her upturned cheek until Angela reached over and licked them right off her face. The choir director just loved the taste of woman tears, especially if she was the cause for them. Tracey moaned and bucked just a little until Angela playfully hand slapped her flank and told her to be still and take her butt fucking like a woman.

After a time, Angela chanced to glance up at Tracey's contorted face. She could plainly read the signs of her approaching climax as if they were plastered on a billboard.

"Do you want to cum, Tracey?"

Lisa's breath was exploding in ragged bursts and sweat was popping out on her upper lip.

"Yes, Mistress, Angela."

Angela looked over at Tracey, whose expression was changing from searing pain into prickling lust.

"Does ums want to cumcum, Tracey baby?"

Tracey could only nod her head in assent. Though she tried to convince herself it was fear of the belt that made her give in to Angela's obscene demand, Tracey knew deep down that it was her itching desire that compelled her to say 'yes.' Lisa was still her daughter, and what she was being forced to do was so very wrong. But Lisa was also her mistress, just like Angela now was. And right now, her plastic shaft was rammed up her pooper to the hilt. And she was getting used to it; perhaps even liking it a little.

Tracey was so absorbed in the feelings she was getting from her daughter's ramming in and out of her butt hole that she completely lost track of her own growing horniness. Despite Angela's terrible punishment, administered so recently to her abused body, it was an undeniable fact that Tracey had spent a night of what can only be referred to as unfulfilled sexuality. First, her drug induced sleep had been invaded by a coven of sexy vicious witches who had worked their wicked will on her body. Then, she had been made to watch a salacious videotape of herself while being wantonly felt up by her daughter and her new Mistress. Then she had been fucked into near unconsciousness, both fore and aft, by her daughter's rampant strap on. Truth to tell, Tracey needed to cum in the worst way to relieve all that unfulfilled sexual tension. And Angela knew all about it. And she smiled her sweetest smile to think that it had been she who had awakened the deep need to be dominated by yet another person.

Tracey knelt on her living room floor, secretions dripping obscenely out of her vulva, while Angela continued to finger diddle her puffy labia and stiff little clit. Tracey held herself very, very still in hopes that Angela would continue to play with her pussy just long enough for her to finally cum. But Angela had no intention of allowing her new sex toy to cum just yet. She wanted to keep Tracey frustrated and needy for as long as she could. So each time Tracey seemed near orgasm, Angela would do something to distract her; like tweezing her clit or spanking her abused butt.

Then Tracey got to begging her new mistress to please let her cum, and Angela kept putting conditions on her permission. First Tracey had to give Lisa what can only be referred to as a world-class strap on blowjob. But, even though Lisa obviously was finally satisfied that her mother was her's from that night on, still Angela wasn't satisfied. So Tracey then had to spend the next hour providing all kinds of obscene little services to Lisa and Angela. That got her a little closer to her goal, but still Angela demanded more. So Tracey finally had to do some really nasty things for her new Mistress; things that are of course best left to the imagination, but which most assuredly proved beyond a shadow of doubt that she was truly and thoroughly owned by her.

At the end of that latest bout of humiliation and degradation, Angela had just about decided to go ahead and let Tracey get off. So she ordered Mandy to plunder about her fundament, licking and sucking all of Lisa's fluids out of her hole. That treatment by Mandy nearly drove Tracey mad with unfulfilled frustration because Angela had still refused to let her climax.

But finally Angela relented, seeing that her new subby was almost over the edge. Then and only then did Angela permit poor, frustrated Tracey the privilege of lewdly masturbating herself into a series of explosive orgasms while her mistress recorded it all with the video cam and Lisa encouraged her and made suggestions. So it was well past daylight when Angela finally brought her show to a close and allowed her charges some much needed rest. The last thing the happy Mistress saw before going to sleep herself was her two grown up subby lezzies, Mandy and Tracey, with their faces pressed firmly into each other's crotches, languidly licking away at each other till sleep finally overcame them both.

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