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Transference Ch. 01

By: jjsharshaw



"What's strange is that I've never been sexually attracted to women so I don't know why I took the bitch in."

"The 'bitch'?" The therapist asked.

Kara Brandon blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't usually talk like that. Her name is Meredith Logan." 

The therapist smiled a benign smile, "Transference."

"Excuse me? Transference?"

"Why you took Meredith in and have been having a sexual relationship with her after you caught your husband in bed with two women." 

Kara waved her hand dismissively and smiled cynically at her therapist, "Standard shrink answer, eh, doc? Mind if I smoke?"

The therapist shrugged her shoulders and smiled back.

"Hey, what can I say? That's what they taught me to say in school. And you may smoke if you like, I don't mind. Of course, you realize it's illegal in this building."

Again Kara smiled another cynical smile as she took out her cigarettes and lighter.

"Have you smoked long?"

Kara already had the cigarette between her lips, her thumb ready to strike her lighter. 

She stopped. 

"Uh, no," She sounded introspective and maybe a bit embarrassed, "No, I uh, I just started when I threw Dave out." She looked inward for a moment, considering what she'd just said and then lit up. 

She sat back in her chair, casually crossed her legs, straightened her business skirt and exhaled slowly. 

"So you've suddenly started a sexual relationship with a woman even though you never found yourself sexually attracted to women and you've started to smoke - with disregard for the law. Any other changes?"

She hesitated a long time before answering, hoping that the shrink would move on to another question. But the shrink was patient.

"I've started to drink a bit. And I...I've gotten uh, cruel or mean, I suppose you could say."

The therapist said nothing. Her only reaction was a slight shift in her pleasantly bland expression.

Kara took notice, felt a pang of guilt and translated the slight facial reaction of her therapist as, "Why am I not surprised?"

"Cruel or mean with everyone or just the bitch?"

Kara's face flushed, she looked at the floor, took another deep drag of her cigarette and blew it out quickly, "Just the bitch." She didn't realize the therapist had used Kara's own terminology for Meredith. The therapist made a note on her pad.

"And do you enjoy it?"

"Being cruel? I well..."

The therapist wasn't going to push. "That's okay Kara, our time's up. See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

~~~~~~~~~~

Kara Brandon was the all American girl: 36, the mother of two small girls, a divisional vice president of a Fortune 100 company. 

Married to her college sweetheart at age 22. Brought up in a nice Protestant church environment. 

She was actually a virgin on her wedding night, not that her husband-to-be and a good number of frat boys didn't try - with extreme effort - to take her cherry.

She was tall and lean. 

She had medium long blond hair styled in a pageboy that framed a classically oval, beautiful face. 

After 14 years of marriage and two children everything that was supposed to be firm and toned was still that way - with the help of a gym and a personal trainer three times a week. 

Her husband was a successful contractor and they lived well in a large house in a gated suburban community. 

She was active in their church, taught Sunday school, lead a women's Bible study and volunteered for several charities. 

Everyone liked Kara; Kara was nice to everyone, which was unusual for a woman in her position.

And she never saw it coming. 

Coming home a day early from a business trip she was going to surprise her husband with a nice romantic dinner. She was a romantic at heart and thought her marriage and family life were close to the American ideal.

She did surprise her husband at 2 in the afternoon, in their bedroom, in their bed. 

He was with his secretary and another woman who turned out to be a welder in his construction company.

Her husband was fucking his secretary doggy style. 

He had her hands tied behind her back with the belt to Kara's favorite robe; the robe she wore when they made love. 

The secretary was on her knees, her ass up in the air and her chest on the bed with her head in the welder's lap. 

He was alternating between fucking her rapidly, his belly making an obscene slapping sound against the woman's ass, and slowly stroking her. 

They were sweating; he was calling her names, obscene names, and occasionally whipping the woman's shoulders and ass hard with his belt.

The welder, the other woman, was propped up in bed - on Kara's side of the bed on Kara's pillows - wearing Kara's favorite robe. Kara noted that the robe was obscenely open - because the belt was binding the secretary - and the welder's large breasts, along with her belly and sex were on prominent display. 

The welder had the fingers of one hand tightly interlaced in the secretary's hair pressing her tightly to the welder's sex. With her free hand the welder was pulling on her own nipple. 

When Kara's husband wasn't verbally abusing his secretary, the welder half whispered obscenities to the secretary to urge her on. 

Cruel things, Kara thought. 

Mean things. 

But the secretary was sweating, groaning, moaning and occasionally screaming as the leather belt cracked hard against her skin. And she seemed to be absolutely enjoying being the center of attention for the moment.

Kara's first reaction to the scene was astonishment and embarrassment,

That rapidly turned to hurt,

That rapidly, and just for the briefest moment, turned into extreme lust, as she watched the woman welder so harshly (she thought) dominate the secretary,

That rapidly turned to revulsion; it all seemed so vulgar and crude. They were like animals, 

And then she got angry.

Very angry.

By 6 o'clock that evening Kara's husband was out of the house. 

By noon the next day he was served with divorce papers. 

By 4 PM the next day Kara had hired an au pair to care for the girls while she was at work and to help out in the evenings with home life.

Three days later, Kara began her secret life when she met Meredith Logan for the first time. 

Seven days after that she got a therapist.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kara sat in her office reviewing a 4-inch thick file that had been compiled by the corporate IT security staff. She knew they did random checks on computers on the network but they usually left managers and above alone. 

The file was on Meredith Logan, an accountant in charge of accounting project management in Kara's division. Kara was given the file by the vice president of Human Resources, told to thoroughly review it and either fire Ms. Logan or refer the case to Legal for possible criminal charges. 

The file was divided into three sections. And quickly reviewing the file she noted none of the information in the three sections could be construed as criminal. There were no records of padded expense accounts, data theft or tampering with system programs. 

The entire file was about Ms. Logan's sexual activities online during office hours. 

The first section was short: all the web sites the woman had visited while from her desk in her office, how often, and when. 

With the exception of MSN and Google all the sites were porn sites - lesbian, swinger or BDSM sites. And, Kara noted, even when the woman surfed to Google, she was looking up sexual things. 

Kara was both fascinated and disgusted with the first section. 

The second section was thicker. 

It was a collection of pictures that the IT security staff had gleaned from the woman's hard drive. There were only about 60 pictures, done off a color printer. This was not a random representation of what was on her hard drive. The report explained that this was two days' worth of collecting. 

The woman would download pictures and movies and then burn them onto CD's and then delete the files on the drive using a scrubber programmer. 

"It figures," she quietly smirked to herself as she looked at the first picture with a mixture of disgust and bemusement. The IT security people were all men. She was sure they had chosen the most lewd pictures they could find. 

The first picture was of four women. 

Three women gathered around one woman who was on her hands and knees and blindfolded. 

The woman's hair was wetly plastered with sweat to her face and neck and her body was sleek and shiny with sweat. She had a smallish body with small, almost flat breasts and a soft body with a belly that hung down ever so slightly.

Kara couldn't see the woman's face except in profile and her eye and ear were covered in the photo by a black box. She looked as if she had been repeatedly used. Somehow - the way the woman's mouth was open or the way her legs were spread so wide possibly - something gave Kara the impression the woman liked what was being done to her just like her husband's secretary in Kara's bed that horrible day.

The first of the three other women was kneeling behind the woman, hands tightly gripping the woman's hips and it looked like the woman wore a vibrator in some sort of a harness and was fucking the woman. (Kara would later discover the vibrator in a harness was known as a 'strapon' and she would learn to love it.)

The second of the three women took a similar position kneeling at the woman's head. She was holding out a large penis shaped vibrator in a harness (maybe like the one the other woman had) to the woman with one hand and with the other hand guiding the woman's head - and mouth - toward it's tip.

The third of the trio stood beside the woman being raped - at least that was how Kara envisioned it - and was whipping the woman's back with what Kara would later learn was called a "flogger."

Kara was disgusted with the picture and turned the page. 

At the end of 40 some odd pages of pictures, all downloaded yesterday afternoon according to the report, Kara Brandon felt funny. 

She felt flushed, first of all.

She stood up from her desk and removed her suit jacket and unbuttoned her blouse down to her bra. When she stood she noticed that her crotch under her panty hose and panties itched and was hot. 

She sat back down. 

She returned to the pictures. The next one she came across was a picture of a blonde woman with her hair drawn back tightly in a bun, with a toned body, who looked approximately Kara's age. She was wearing an open white robe reclining in a chair. 

Between the woman's legs was an older woman. The woman's body was soft, white. Her hair was curly red and was loosely pulled up into a topknot. Except for a pair of black pumps and a thin gold chain around her belly she was nude.

The younger woman had her hand in the kneeling woman's topknot holding her tightly to the younger woman's shaved sex. 

There was a look of extreme pleasure as well as a look of extreme contempt(?) on the younger woman's face. 

Kara whispered to out loud, as if she were the younger woman in the picture, "Suck my clit, you fucking cunt! Make me come. Now!" It was what she heard the dyke welder say to her husband's secretary. 

When Kara heard her own voice, say what she had just said, she was stunned. And even more shocking to her was that she realized the hot, itchy feeling she was experiencing in her panties and now in her bra was that she was aroused. 

Extremely aroused.

Kara stood quickly and ran her hands through her hair. 

She was a bit disoriented. 

She went to her private washroom and splashed water on her face. 

"This is insane," she whispered as she looked at her flushed face in the mirror. 

Kara came back to her desk. She looked at the open file, the third section still unread. She locked her office door.

"Rita, hold all my calls and I'm not seeing anyone, okay." Kara's voice was shaky.

"Mrs. Brandon, are you all right?"

"Yes!" Kara stopped herself, took a deep breath. She sounded panicked even to herself. "Yes Rita, I'm sorry. I'm fine. I just need some time to go over some files and I can't be disturbed."

Sitting at her desk she unbuttoned another button on her blouse, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started on the third section. 

The third section was the thickest. 

It contained transcripts of online chats from three different chat providers.

On one service Meredith Logan was pleasureslut_42. On another she was luvu2hurtme_42 and on the third service she was bitches_toy. 

The transcripts also contained each user name's profile. The summary of all the profiles was essentially this:

42 year old, red haired, professional bi single woman with no attachments. More into women than men but like couples and groups. Extremely submissive. Into whatever you want to do with me or to me. Love to meet and be used in RL.

The summary for bitches_toy included the line, "Whore me out to your friends or strangers. I'll do anything you want."

The transcripts were graphic. 

Kara couldn't finish them. 

She slammed the file shut and frantically pushed back from her desk. 

She was short of breath and her face and chest were even more hot and flushed. Her nipples ached and the burning in her crotch had increased greatly.

Kara reached for her bag and pulled out a cigarette and lighter and with shaking hands lit up. 

A strand of hair fell over her face. She forced herself to put it back in place and calm herself as she slowly blew out the drag. 

The file lay on the desk. 

It demanded attention. 

It demanded action. 

It called to her. 

Kara snubbed out the cigarette and went to her washroom. She took her bra off, noticing - and maybe for the first time enjoying - the feel of her breasts and her swollen nipples and areolas as they moved against the cool smoothness of her silk blouse.

She pulled her panty hose off but left her panties on. She took a moment to notice and feel the slickness that lubricated her thighs. 

She liked the sensation. 

She ran her hand across the crotch of her panties and they were soaked. She put her fingers to her nose and sniffed. 

She liked the smell of her arousal. She'd never noticed it before.

She wanted to feel more.

Purposefully Kara went to her desk. 

She stuffed her bra and hose in her bag. She pulled out a bottle of bourbon from her desk drawer and poured a good measure in her coffee cup. She lit another cigarette and then hooked her laptop to her private modem line. 

She dialed her ISP and went straight to the instant messenger site that bitches_toy used and created an account: gillette_blade_36. 

bitches_toy was online. 

Kara nervously typed a message:

"I'm an associate of spyder_mistress. She said I could use you whenever I pleased. You're a whore."

She hit the enter key.

A minute passed. 

Then another. 

Kara thought maybe Ms. Logan was away from her desk. 

Then a transient fear swept her: maybe spyder_mistress wasn't the type to share. Kara had read her transcripts. They were filled with cruelty and dominance and very rough sex. Maybe Ms. Logan would know that spyder_mistress would not lend her out. 

The instant messenger came to life.

"What do you want me to do?"

Kara gasped. 

"Take off your panties and make yourself come. Do it quickly little whore (a phrase spyder_mistress was fond of using with Ms. Logan)."

"I...I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm at work."

Kara fired back.

"Do I give a fuck where you are bitch? Just do as you're told."

She hit enter.

"All I have to do is tell spyder_mistress of your insolence."

"No. Please. I'm sorry. I'll come for you. Is there any particular you want me to do myself?"

Kara's heart leapt. My god, this woman is asking me how I want her to come!

"Do you have any sort of bottle that you could fuck yourself with?"

There was a 30 second delay.

"A glass bottle of frappucino."

"Fuck yourself with the bottle while you frig your clit. Do it now."

"Yes, Mistress."

The screen went still. Kara leaned back in her chair, lit another cigarette and waited. 

Five minutes later:

"I...I'm finished Mistress. It was good. Thank you."

It took Kara a couple of minutes to reply; she had done something that she didn't remember doing since she was 14. 

She used to sit in school and press her thighs together and orgasm in class. She got quite good at the technique, especially in Mrs. Bankson's English Grammar classes that were incredibly boring. Kara became multi-orgasmic thanks to her boredom, Mrs. Bankson's banality and a vivid imagination. 

No one ever suspected until one day she got caught - sort of - a substitute teacher noticed Kara's flushed face and chest and her apparent distraction with class and put two and two together. The substitute never had any hard evidence and Kara denied the charge vehemently. But the urge to confess was too much: Kara visited the Principal's office - together with her parents, who brought their minister - and tearfully confessed all. 

That was the last time she can remember masturbating. 

Now, the thrill of someone doing something so - dirty - at her command drove her back to the old technique. She sat in her chair, shaking with pleasure; beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, her upper lip on down to her exposed chest. 

If she had been talking to this person on the phone she would have never been able to pull off the absolute non- caring attitude that she typed. She was breathing hard and she was sure her voice would have reflected her post- orgasmic state.

"Do you think I care about your pleasure, slut?"

"No, Mistress, I'm sorry."

"What do you want me to do next?"

"Just a moment, bitch."

Kara pressed her intercom button and in a calm, clear voice called her secretary: "Rita, tell Ms. Logan in C-247 that I want to see her immediately and that she is to bring her bottle of frappucino. Immediately Rita. And the bit about the frappucino bottle is important."

"Certainly, Mrs. Brandon."

Continued in Transference Ch. 02 - Meredith Logan

Transference Ch. 02



Transference Ch. 02: Meredith Logan

If Kara Brandon was the All American Girl, Meredith Logan was the antithesis. 

Meredith Logan was 42. 

Reared in a strict Irish Catholic household in Boston with an abusive father she took to alcohol, drugs and sex as early as possible.

Meredith Logan was the "plain" looking girl from high school and college. The plain girl who partied, got high and allowed herself to be fucked and used as often as possible by anyone who wanted to do her. 

She had two children, both given up for adoption on court order, and was married for 6 weeks to a black long haul trucker based in Alabama who sexually and psychologically abused her daily to the point of almost casually killing her. 

She was a small woman with a soft body; small, flat breasts with small pink nipples in the center of large pink areolas as if God had intended to give her large, pert breasts and then changed His mind. 

She was pale, her skin almost translucent with pale hazel eyes. 

She also had a bit of a belly that made her look either extraordinarily sexy or like a cheap whore when she wore a clingy "belly dress" - depending on your view of women and culture. It was what Quentin Tarrantino called "a pot," as in "pot belly," in his screen play "Pulp Fiction." 

Her hair was curly, shoulder length, almost permanently tousled and bright red. 

Despite her extracurricular activities with alcohol, drugs and sex, she was an exceptionally intelligent woman. She graduated number three in her high school class and went, on scholarship, to an exclusive women's college in Missouri. 

Her first week of college she learned the liberating freedom of being submissive and loving women. 

She was bound and blindfolded in the basement of a sorority and used almost continually for a week by the chapter's sisters and women from other sororities. 

Meredith excelled so well at pleasing the members of the sorority that for three years she was the sorority's exclusive "toy." 

She not only provided sexual satisfaction to her sisters but twice a year from the last half of her freshman year to the end of her junior year she was the sorority's primary fund raising event. 

Her senior year she was on the select committee to find a "piece of fresh meat" to take her place when she graduated. 

Despite her position and proclivities in the sorority she graduated in the top 10 percent of her class with a double major in psychology and accounting. 

That week in the basement, as well as the next three years of virtual sexual servitude, paid off beyond her wildest expectations. 

The sorority had a secret national network of members, a sort of good old boys network made of women who knew what they wanted and would not be denied. 

Because of her faithful service to the sorority her sisters helped steer her through an MBA and her accountancy boards. 

She would be a member of the network. 

Within the sorority network Meredith was respected for her intellect and skills. In professional settings when a sister asked her professional opinion they were seeking valued advice. 

But outside of professional settings she was one of several dozen submissives in the network that would serve the sexual needs of the other sisters on a moment's notice and absolutely without condition. Such was her enthusiasm, pliancy and loyalty that she had a code name on the network - O, as in the heroine from "The Story of O."

She cherished this role inside the network - she proudly admitted that she was a natural born slut and had "an easy body." Some of the older women in the network, some of the founders of the network, saw being on the submissives list as punishment for indiscretions committed within the network. This was, in fact, how Meredith ended up on the list initially. 

But when given the chance to come off the list, to be a partaker of the services of the submissives (and in the eyes of the some of the elder sisters to be a full member of the network), she declined. And in so doing she set up another rung in the network's social ladder. 

Until the elder sisters either died off or changed their attitudes about the submissives Meredith would never be at the top rung. Instead, to the sisters who were on the top rung and had no such prejudices about the submissives, Meredith was in "mid step" to the top rung.

And the indiscretion that got her on the submissives list? She graduated 10th in her law class at Yale. She was supposed to do this. Then one of the women in the network would bring her into their law firm where she would be groomed as a potential partner, a judge or a politician. 

Instead Meredith committed the cardinal sin - at least in the eyes of the network members who were attorneys, judges and politicians - she became an accountant. 

Meredith rationalized that if her private life was going to be the life of a sexual slave she wanted to be involved in something boring and staid, like accounting.

Meredith Logan NEVER lived to work. She always worked to live - and play.

Lying in bed, belly to belly, lazily trading kisses and caresses in the dark with a friend and fellow submissive in a respite at all weekend retreat for some of the network founders they joked about her "indiscretion."

"Jesus Logan, did you hear Judge Raymond keeping calling you 'filthy accountant' and 'fucking CPA' while she was doing you?"

Meredith smiled in the dark, gave a small laugh and tenderly kissed her bed mate, "Uh huh, but I made the old bitch come like she has never come in her life."

"Oh yeah, Miss Big Ego, how do you know you were her best lay? I think I did a pretty good job for her."

"Yeah, baby, but she didn't give you a $25,000 check and beg you to be her law clerk, did she?"

"$25,000 dollars? Raymond, the living embodiment of the Marquess de Sade, begged you? Are you fucking serious?!"

"Ab-so-fucking-lutely, baby."

"You're going to take it, right?" 

"No way. A) I don't like Washington and B) I think Mistress Judge Raymond would probably wear me out. She's vicious with her strapon, especially when she's pissed off at you for being a 'fucking CPA'."

The two women giggled in the dark.

"Hey, Hackworth, I'll give you 10 G's of my check from Raymond if you'll get me off."

"I'll do it for free Logan if you let me ass fuck you afterwards."

"It's a deal."

Meredith had another "secret" indiscretion that few, outside of a small group of elders and submissives, knew. 

She was truly bi-sexual as opposed to hardcore lesbian. Some of the founders were of the hardcore persuasion and they tended to discriminate against sisters they thought were not entirely devoted to "being in the life." 

But Meredith was the female embodiment of the saying, "An erect penis has no conscience." 

She preferred women simply because she shared their emotional intimacy and intelligence but she loved the feel of a stiff, throbbing cock inside her. Any hole would do.

Yeah, her first and only husband, the black trucker almost killed her but she loved how he was so rough with her. 

She loved the taste of his cock and cum. 

She loved the way his cock banged against her cervix. 

She loved the things he called her. 

She loved it when he would stop at a truck stop and handcuff her in a shower stall for a couple of hours to be used by every trucker, man or woman, who wanted her.

And she loved "normal" sex with men too. 

Man or woman, she luxuriated in the feel of her lovers' skin against hers. 

She loved caressing and kissing her lovers: the texture of their skin, their body hair, their taste and their smell. Cocks or cunts, each were individual feasts of the senses for her. 

She loved to talk and to be talked too while she was making love or being used. It wasn't so much the words, though sometime a "sweet fucking cunt" or "sweet bitch" would excite her. 

It was the tone, the urgency of the voice, the grunts, whispers, moans, screams, begging and pleading; sometimes in total darkness and other times in light - from the light of a bar's toilet stall to the light of a man or woman's office. 

Any man or woman was a feast of the senses for her and she so loved to feast. 

Her fellow submissive and sometime lover Hackworth called the way Meredith became when she was making love or being used as "being in a cocoon of arousal." 

~~~~~~~~~~

The last five years Meredith worked almost anonymously as an accounting project manager in an office two floors below Kara Brandon's. 

She had never met her divisional boss.

And like Kara, she never saw it coming. 

Unlike Kara, she was more physically and psychologically prepared to deal with the "problem."

To be Continued in Transference Ch. 3, Part 2



Transference Ch. 03



Meredith Logan stood semi-breathless, her eyes wide with the sense of something being very wrong - and of course she looked (to the close observer) as a woman who had either just had run a couple of flights of stairs or who had just had an orgasm. 

Kara Brandon had put her jacket back on, freshened her face and taken her hair down. She sat behind her desk completely composed, pretending to write on some paper in front of her.

She barely acknowledged Meredith's presence. 

Meredith made a move toward one of the chairs in front of Kara's desk. 

"Don't sit." Kara looked up, "Lock the door."

"Mrs. Brandon?"

"Do have difficulty hearing Ms. Logan?"

"Uh, no. No ma'am. I'll lock the door."

Kara was still pretending to write, ignoring Meredith. 

"Take off your jacket Ms. Logan."

"Uh, Mrs. Brandon, I'm not wearing a blouse...and uh, I'm not wearing a bra either."

Kara fixed Meredith with a cold stare. "Do I give a fuck what you are or aren't wearing? Just do as you're told."

A cold chill engulfed Meredith's spine. My god, she thought had Mrs. Brandon just ordered her to masturbate and fuck herself with the bottle of frappucino five minutes ago online?

Meredith had been holding the bottle of frappucino, the bottle she had obediently fucked herself with; she looked for a place to set it down so she could unbutton her jacket. 

"Put the bottle on my desk."

"Yes ma'am."

Kara picked up the bottle. Without even bringing it to her nose she could smell Meredith's pungent scent and see smears of her fluids on the tapered neck of the large mouth bottle. 

Almost absentmindedly Kara told Meredith to take off the skirt too. Meredith did not question she just complied and stood naked, except for her pumps, in front of Mrs. Brandon.

Kara clinically inspected Meredith's body. 

Meredith's nipples and areolas were pierced with gold rings and severely bruised. 

Her bellybutton was pierced with a stud. 

And Kara squatted to look at Meredith's sex. Her clit hood was pierced and underneath the neatly cropped red sex hair Meredith's lips appeared to be distended and wet but also bruised as well.

Kara stood, "If I had you spread your ass for me would your hole be as bruised as the other parts of your body?"

"Yes ma'am."

Meredith's belly, back, thighs and ass were covered with red welts. 

Above Meredith's mons was an inscription in permanent black magic marker: "Fuck me here" and an arrow pointing down. 

Between and across the red welts on her back and ass were scratches, cuts and deep bruises. 

Kara wanted to stay focused on being the dominant but she was fascinated by the marks on Meredith's body. Her natural empathy and compassion tried to surface but she pushed it down.

"What, in God's name did you do last night?"

Meredith looked Kara in the face and spoke evenly, "A woman from my sorority, in her 60's to whom I owe a great deal to, picked me up at a bar last night. She took in the bathroom and fucked me in a stall and then forced me to go down on her. 

"After she was done with me, she took me to her house and gave me to her 20 year old grand daughter and 18 year old grand niece, pledges to the sorority. They gave me the welts with a flogger and a leather belt. 

"When they were tired with me, they got me high, wrote on my belly and took me out on the street off Independence Avenue. I lost count of how many men and women raped me. There are scratches on my back and ass aren't there, ma'am?"

"Mmmm, yes. There even looks like an imprint from a Cadillac hood ornament in your lower back." 

Meredith smiled a false smile, "I was wondering what hurt so much. Two Italian guys fucked me and made me suck them off. They had me bent over the hood ornament backwards most of the time.

"I was late for work this morning. I woke up about 4 this morning in an abandoned warehouse in the West Bottoms, naked on a filthy mattress on the floor, lying in a circle of used condoms.

"I suppose that offends your sense of morality Mrs. Brandon but it is rather strange you having me stand in front of you naked." There was a defiant note in her voice. 

Kara smiled somewhat cruelly, "Did you enjoy your evening?"

"I would have preferred to have been abused by the women, ma'am but being dominated by the girls as they whored me out was just as pleasing. 

"Yes. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it very much."

"Well," Kara said as she got up the nerve to touch one of Meredith's abused nipples, take the ring, stretch it out and watch as Meredith reacted, "you're fired. Multiple violations of the corporate policy regarding unauthorized Internet access and sexual harassment."

Meredith was stunned, "You can't fire me for my sex life! And who's harassing whom?!" Kara ignored her, took her by the chin with one hand, eyes locked with hers as she ran her hand down Meredith's body to her sex. 

First Kara pulled the ring in the clit hood until Meredith moved forward to relieve the pressure and moaned. Then Kara slapped the distended lips. Meredith yelped a little and jumped.

Kara grabbed Meredith's file off her desk and then grabbed a handful of Meredith's hair and yanked it back. 

"Look at this file, bitch. This is all the evidence I need. I can fire you. And who, in this building, is going to believe your word over mine, you common fucking whore?"

Meredith felt tears welling up in her eyes, "But..."

Kara wrote something on a business card and handed it to Meredith. 

"Get dressed, get out of my office. You have till the end of business today to clean out your office. My home address is on the back of the card. Be at my house at exactly 6 PM. 

"If you please me sexually, I'll provide for you. If not, I'm sure you can find someone to whore you out."

Kara turned on her heels and went to the washroom leaving Meredith in stunned silence. 

In the washroom Kara sagged against the wall. Her heart was racing and she was having trouble catching her breath. 

Feelings of being out of control alternated rapidly between extreme lust to possess and abuse this woman and guilt over being so cold and cruel to the woman. 

All the feelings were overwhelming.

~~~~~~~~~~

Meredith showed up at Kara's door promptly at six. Erin, the au pair, opened the door and smiled. "Hi, you must be Meredith?"

Meredith returned the smile, "Yes."

"Great, Kara said to send you up to her room. The kids and I will be leaving in just a few minutes. The bedroom's at the top of the stairs and to the left at the end of the hall."

"Thanks." Meredith started up the stairs. 

She felt the mix of fear and lust that each real life encounter with a new person brought her. In this case, since her momentary livelihood depended on pleasing the woman who fired her, the fear was heightened. 

She didn't know how to dress for her encounter. She found it unsettling that Mrs. Brandon had a huge reputation of being a kind, gracious church going woman. 

Normally other women of Meredith's social strata and above were long established in the life though some were closeted. As Meredith packed up her office she confided in a friend who had an excellent "gaydar." 

"Mer, Mrs. Brandon doesn't show up on my gaydar. I'd be very careful. This seems like a very abrupt personality change. You know she caught her husband in bed with two women and threw his ass out. Had him served the very next day. 

"I'd watch my back if I were you. If she's fucked in the head you never know what she might do."

Meredith understood the argument and the caution. She dressed conservatively in slacks and a zippered cardigan. 

She knocked at the door. 

"Come." 

Meredith opened the door and saw Kara in a large chair in the bedroom sitting room. She was wearing an ankle length white terrycloth robe. 

"Take off your clothes and come to me bitch."

Okay, Meredith thought, no preliminaries. And younger and older sorority sisters from other cities had treated her this abruptly before. They wanted to dominate her quickly, to get off quickly and to move on. 

Meredith nodded her acknowledgment and began to undress. 

She didn't need to; her sexual wiring, danger or no, already had her body primed and yearning to be possessed and to give pleasure but she undressed slowly. She caressed herself, neck, throat, breasts and belly. 

She caught and held Kara's eyes as she stripped. 

She pressed her panties to her nose and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes as she was overwhelmed by her own musk. 

She pulled the clit ring slowly until she made herself moan.

She was putting on a show and hopefully Kara was appreciative and maybe getting more turned on. 

Kara sat silently, watching. 

She was getting intensely aroused by Meredith's slow striptease. She had that hot flushed feeling that she felt in her office. 

Her heart was racing and she felt lightheaded but she made no attempt to calm down. 

Silently Meredith went to Kara. 

"Do you want me to kneel...Mrs. Brandon?"

"Yes." Kara reached down beside her chair and produced the incriminating file from earlier in the day. She opened it to the picture of the younger blonde woman in the robe and the older woman using her mouth on her. 

"Do you recognize this picture?"

Meredith was surprised. "You had my hard drive scanned?"

"You have no idea. Corporate IT Security was the one who took your hard drive apart and brought this to me through HR."

Suddenly Meredith had a flash of what was happening. She made a note to even some scores later. 

"Ahhh, well," Meredith was completely unaware that all Kara knew and saw were two women; pornography, "yes, I recognize it. The blonde is Dr. Monica Neal. She's a plastic surgeon. Her husband took the picture. She used me for an hour then gave me to her husband and brother and sister for the rest of the evening." 

Kara jerked the file back in surprise and intently looked at the kneeling woman between the blonde's legs. She couldn't see a face, just the hair and body. Slowly it dawned on her that indeed Meredith was the woman.

Kara looked at Meredith, opened her robe to expose her body and spread her legs obscenely. "Make me feel like the woman in the picture."

"Yes ma'am. May I talk to you while I serve you, ma'am?"

Kara thought for a moment and then imperiously said yes. 

Meredith slowly approached Kara on her knees. She reached out and gently touched Kara's thighs and then slid her fingers up slowly, bypassing Kara's sex and moving to her hips and belly. 

The sensation reverberated throughout Kara's body. She held in a gasp from the pleasure, she didn't want Meredith to think she was so easy to please. 

Meredith moved in to where her breasts touched - just barely - the inside of Kara's thighs and leaned forward to plant a light kiss on Kara's belly, right above her sex hair. 

The sensation was even more intense than the first. 

Meredith's fingers were still roaming, "You have very beautiful skin, Mrs. Brandon," she whispered. "So soft." It was difficult, with her body being awash in sensations her husband had never given her in 14 years, to maintain her haughty manner but she tried. 

"I didn't shower when I came home. What you are smelling is the scent reading your file created."

Kara thought her scent - arousal mixed with sweat and her feminine deodorant - would be objectionable. 

Meredith ran her nose lightly across Kara's mons and up the skin to her belly and on up between her breasts, where she planted a tender kiss. "Your smell is intoxicating, Mrs. Brandon," she whispered. 

Her eyes were half closed, her breathing shallow and quickening. Meredith was falling into her "cocoon of arousal." 

Meredith moved her body up in order to reach Kara's breasts. 

She felt Kara's sex hair rub pleasantly against her belly, the sides of Kara's thighs gently caressing Meredith's body. 

Kara felt Meredith's roaming fingertips first at the bottoms of her breasts. Then Meredith's small breasts pressed against Kara's belly.

There was a hot breath on a nipple.

"So intoxicating Mrs. Brandon, oh, so intoxicating..."

Meredith's lips encircled Kara's nipple, her tongue flicking out to stroke it then her mouth gently suckled. 

Kara's body was shaking. She let out a hoarse moan. 

Meredith would not stop.

Kara being sexually repressed and deprived did not last the hour that Dr. Neal had. 

Her first orgasm came within minutes of Meredith's suckling. 

Her second came shortly after the first and then she was too sensitive to have Meredith touch her any longer.

Abruptly and roughly she pushed Meredith away from her onto the floor. 

Meredith, lost in her own cocoon, feared she had done something to upset Kara and knowing the temporary consequences of displeasing her, started to cry. 

Kara looked down at her. 

Deep in her heart she wanted to treat Meredith like a normal human being, to take her in her arms and tell her she was sorry. 

She wanted to comfort her. Kara was on the verge of tears too but the feeling to maintain dominance, to maintain cruelty won out. 

"Get out of my room whore! Now! Leave your clothes. Your room is at the other end of the hall. There's a robe for you. Be ready to serve me tomorrow morning before I go to the office."

Meredith was wiping tears from her eyes. She crawled to her feet and fled the room. 

In the guest room she was "assigned" she curled up in the fetal position on the bed, shaking with her own arousal and from fear. And she was suddenly too tired to think about anything. She drifted off to sleep.

To be Continued in Transference, The Conclusion 



Transference Ch. 04



Transference, The Conclusion

Meredith awakened with a start by the au pair covering her with a blanket. 

"I'm really sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to see you, uh, naked, but you looked cold."

Meredith stared at the girl. She was a little disoriented. She remembered where she was but had no idea of what time it was. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

Erin blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry, Kara is in the shower. I thought before she got out you might want a cup of coffee and maybe a little breakfast. 

"I don't think I'm supposed to talk to you but I heard you crying when I got home last night.

"I just want to make you feel comfortable."

Erin picked up a tray from beside the bed. There was a cup of coffee, a bowl of cereal and some toast with jam. 

And a cigarette and a lighter. 

Meredith spied the cigarette, something she'd been dying for since before her disastrous performance last night. She slowly looked up into the eyes of the wholesome au pair and smiled. 

"Was this your idea?" Meredith held up the Marlboro Red. 

Erin blushed, "Yeah. I thought maybe you'd want it. Oh, and here," Erin produced a box of makeup removal towelettes, "We're looking a bit "owl-y" this morning. I don't think Kara wants you to shower, she told me not to give you any towels or washcloths. These aren't technically washcloths."

"How old are you?" Meredith asked as she lit up and inhaled slowly and deeply.

"22."

"You are wise and kind beyond your years Erin."

"I used to live in a coed dorm."

Meredith blew out the smoke and smiled an approving smile. 

She finished her cigarette and her breakfast quickly not knowing what might happen next and then she lay back down on the bed. 

At 5 till 8 Meredith heard the door open and rolled over to see who it was. Kara fixed Meredith with an odd expression as she closed the door slowly. 

Meredith pulled the blanket around her in a show of modesty as she watched Kara slowly start unbuttoning the red coatdress she wore.

"Where'd you get the blanket, whore? Erin?"

"She was concerned about me. She only had good intentions. She doesn't know what's going on with us. I don't really know what's going on between us."

Kara was down to her bra and panties. She didn't respond to Meredith's uncertainty, just maintained her odd expression. 

"I take it you're giving me a second chance before you kick me out in the street."

Kara took the bra off and slowly rubbed her breasts, idly playing with her nipples. "What do you mean bitch? You were excellent last night. Now you need to be excellent this morning." 

Kara stepped out of her panties. She laid them on the chair with her other clothing and took out a piece of paper from her dress pocket and then walked to the edge of the bed.

She unfolded the piece of paper and held it out for Meredith to see. It was a picture from the file. "Tell me about this picture."

"The woman on top of me - it is me, it's a little hard to tell - is Cynthia Alexa, the wife of David Alexa, the man who probably ordered IT security to make a file on me and who ordered you to fire me.

"If there's any doubt, remember the tattoo on the woman's back. Next time you and the Alexa's have a get together - you do socialize with them, right? Next time you party with them asked Cynthia to show you her tattoo.

"By the way, Cynthia is spyder_mistress."

Kara was incredulous. Of all the chat transcripts in Meredith's file the chats between spyder_mistress and Meredith were the most graphic, most sadistic and most violent. 

She did socialize with the Alexa's and Cynthia had even attended, on a fairly regular basis, Kara's women Bible study group. Cynthia had two children and volunteered in some of the same charities as Kara. She couldn't believe the change between the person she knew in real life and the persona of spyder_mistress. 

Momentarily Kara lost her dominant edge, overwhelmed by curiosity, "How many women do you know sexually?!"

"More than your church and your morals allow, I'm sure."

Kara seemed to be staring into space trying to make sense of what she'd just heard. 

Meredith was very cautious, seeing Kara disoriented. Her voice was soft, seductive, "Kara...Kara, may I come to you and give you pleasure?"

Kara didn't answer verbally, she simply sat in a chair in the sitting room like the night before. Meredith came off the bed wrapped in the blanket and knelt before Kara. 

Meredith started with Kara's face, neck and breasts in a variation of what is known in some circles as "Australian Sex." 

By the time Meredith had reached "down under" - Kara's virginal asshole - Kara was shaking and moaning and spitting out obscene abuse to Meredith as if Kara was in a delirium or demon possessed or both. 

Kara came three times: once from just the pressure of Meredith's belly against her swollen vulva, the second time as Meredith suckled her breasts and caressed her neck and the third time as she screamed while Meredith rimmed her ass.

But like the night before, Meredith was repaid for her pleasures by being pushed to the floor and verbally abused, Kara's voice hot with anger, contempt and disgust. Then she was kicked several times.

Meredith curled into a fetal position on the floor and sobbed while Kara calmly got dressed. When Kara left for work Erin came in and helped Meredith get up and cleaned up. 

When Erin wasn't occupied with taking care of the girls she tried to take care of Meredith, making sure she was well fed, had coffee and cigarettes and wasn't physically hurt. 

Erin was smart enough to know something strange was going on. She was afraid sometimes for Meredith but Meredith always said she was okay and thanked her for her concern.

This pattern of twice, sometimes three times daily (if Kara came home for lunch) sexual assault and abuse went on for the next four weeks.

Meredith was only allowed a robe to wear and she was only permitted in the back yard when the children were away. She was a virtual slave. 

~~~~~~~~~~

On a Friday night at the end of the fifth week of their relationship, Kara brought home a strapon dildo and had a wild, agitated look on her face. 

Erin didn't want to but she told the police that Mrs. Brandon looked "crazy" and that she was afraid something bad was going to happen. 

Meredith had been enjoying being a kept slave. Erin and the fact that Kara was finally interested in watching Meredith have orgasms kept things pleasantly bearable.

But this night even Meredith recognized there was something drastically wrong. 

"Please, Kara let me give you a little guidance on using this thing. It will be better for both of us."

"Shut up whore! Do you think I give a fuck about you and what you want? I've seen how they do it in the porn films, bitch!"

"Kara...those films aren't real and those porn stars practice..."

Kara pushed Meredith violently away with enough force that when she hit the wall it stunned her.

The next thing Meredith remembered was screaming as the dildo violated her ass with minimal lubrication. Kara hit her in the eye with a large hairbrush, stunning her again. 

What happened between the time Erin called 911 and the police arrived is only known by Kara and Meredith and neither would say.

Maybe they couldn't. 

It was sufficient for the police to see Meredith lying unconscious belly down in bed, blood coming from her rectum, her vagina and her nose and lips. 

Kara was in a fetal position on the floor in the corner of the room. When the police managed to get her off the floor there was blood on her hands, belly and dildo - all Meredith's.

Two policewomen helped Kara get dressed then they Mirandized her then they cuffed her. 

Kara was frantic. Wild. Still, she wasn't physically hurt. They were taking her to Central Booking. 

She was screaming, kicking and fighting every inch of the way. 

Erin had a neighbor come over to be with the girls who mercifully were sound asleep at the opposite end of the house and missed the ensuing circus. 

She went with Meredith to the hospital. 

In the ER Meredith was sedated and waiting to go to her room. She was being admitted for a couple of days of observation. She had lost a tooth, had a concussion, a broken nose, a huge black eye and vaginal and rectal tearing. 

"Erin..." Meredith could barely talk. 

"I'm right here Mer." Erin took her hand. 

"Erin, what'd they do with Kara? Where is she?"

"She's at Central Booking. I heard from some paramedics that came in a little bit ago that she went off on the cops and they had to hit her with a baton and pepper spray her to get her subdued."

"My God," Meredith croaked out, "Erin, do you have a cell phone on you?"

"Yeah. Is there somebody you want me to call?"

"Mmmm...just dial the number...913-555-8862."

Erin dialed and handed the phone to Meredith.

"Hey, Mrs. Avery, it's your favorite cunt toy...O

"...Yeah, there's been some trouble...it's a very long and complicated story...I need a favor or two...right away...it's very important...."

~~~~~~~~~~

Normally persons in police custody who go berserk get transferred to a state hospital. But after she was booked in she was transferred to a private hospital in the suburbs where she was treated for a slight concussion and skin irritation from pepper spray. Then she was transferred to the locked ward of the psych unit. 

Fiona Avery, one of the founders of the sorority network Meredith belonged to and, a long time criminal attorney facilitated the transfer. In a move that would only survive court scrutiny where Fiona had favors owed, she got Kara to sign a revocable power of attorney naming Meredith as Kara's "attorney-in-fact" giving Meredith power to conduct affairs on Kara's behalf. 

Meredith knew Kara would be worried about losing her children and her job over the ensuing scandal over her breakdown after having what the paper called a "torrid lesbian affair."

She made it clear to the ex-husband that should he so much as call Kara a bad name in a back room poker game, she would know it and make him wish he had never been born. 

Meredith had forged a relationship with the ex-husband's bedmates: his secretary and her lover, the dyke welder. She knew things about the ex's business practices that he was indiscrete enough to let slip as pillow talk and would not bode well legally for him should they become known.

Cynthia Alexa, spyder_mistress, when informed of her husband's jealous duplicity, made him pay privately and also made him give assurances to Meredith that Kara's job was secure. 

Meredith planned on suing the company just as soon as it was clear Kara had no prospects for advancement because of their affair. 

And with Kara's power of attorney Meredith settled with the two police officers that Kara had assaulted. To the male officer she paid for his medical bills and added a little extra for pain and suffering. She bargained a night of pleasure with the female officer who was only roughed up a bit when Kara went off. So there were no felony charges filed against Kara. 

Meredith also used Kara's money to replace the tooth Kara had knocked out when she repeatedly kept slamming Meredith's face against the headboard of the bed while she assaulted her with the dildo. 

Meredith tied all the loose ends up - except the one between her and Kara. Meredith stayed at Kara's house, paid the bills on time and provided supervision and companionship to Erin and got to know the girls. 

Now it was time to see Kara in the hospital. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Meredith showed up at the hospital the picture of a lawyer - which was the bargain she struck with Fiona Avery, that she would join her firm. A blue, two-piece Armani business suit and expensive Italian leather heels, a leather portfolio tucked under her arm. Her hair was pulled conservatively back in a tight bun. 

She was escorted into a conference room on the locked unit. After three weeks Kara was still on "close watch" precautions that meant that they still considered her a potential danger to herself. 

Kara's doctor came in and sat opposite Meredith at the table. 

"How are you Meredith?"

"Fine...a little scared I suppose."

The therapist smiled, "I've heard so much about you."

Meredith smiled nervously, "I'm not sure if that's good or bad."

"Oh, it's quite good. As our sessions went on Kara was tortured by the way she was treating you. She was falling in love with you and she couldn't square her physical love for you with either her morals or the other problem she was having with her divorce.

"Her breakdown started the day she found her husband in bed with those women. Being a "nice girl" and having immersed herself into her family, church and career she didn't know how to cope with her feelings of betrayal and anger so when you popped up on her radar with your, pardon me please, sexually lawless life, she dumped everything on you.

"You were alternately her husband, that she could be angry with, and the women he betrayed her with that she could use and abuse. Transference. 

"Anyway, before I let you see her, I need to know what you're feeling."

"Oh, doc, I love her dearly. If she wants to continue a relationship with me, I'm all for it."

"But she did so much to you. You're okay with that?"

Meredith smiled, "It's a very long and complicated story that I've spent the last 10 years telling to my own therapist. Yes, I'm okay with it all."

The therapist raised her eyebrows, "Well, all right. She's still rather fragile so be gentle. I don't know how this is going to go. I want her case manager in the room when you two talk, okay?"

"Sure."

Kara was escorted into the conference room. She looked gaunt; her expression was blank. She had no makeup on and her hair looked like it hadn't been washed since she was admitted. 

The case manager had to help her to sit. 

Meredith about broke into tears when she saw her. Slowly she reached across the table and took Kara's hand. 

Kara looked up and at Meredith for the first time. 

"Why are you here?" It was barely a whisper. 

"Because I care for you."

"But I tried to kill you I think."

"Yeah...you get the grand prize for the hardest fuck I've ever had. Four days in the hospital and 6 pelvic exams."

"So...?"

"So, uh, doesn't Jesus say to turn the other cheek?"

For the first time some expression came to Kara's face, "How would you know that?"

"Hey, bitch," Meredith tried to lighten the atmosphere a bit, "just because I will allow just about anyone to do anything to me..."

The case manager was shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "...doesn't mean I don't know God. I'm Catholic, more or less.

"Besides, you're such a novice to, jeez, several scenes. You'd never been with a woman before me and thought being a lesbian was a mortal sin and you don't understand the first principle of S&M: it's the submissive who holds the power. 

"I let you do the things you did to me - well except for that one night. If I hadn't wanted you to touch me, you wouldn't have. Believe me. I'm Irish, an attorney and I know lads back in Boston and New York that would do very bad things to you if I felt threatened and didn't like you. You know, Irish Mob."

"You're a lawyer?"

Meredith smiled, "You never read my personnel file, did you?"

Tears started to well in Kara's eyes. She looked down at the table and whispered, "No."

Meredith leaned across the table and gently held up Kara's chin to get eye contact. 

"Kara, it's lonely at your house. Erin's nice company but your bed is awfully empty without you and your girls miss their mama. And," Meredith hesitated only for a second, "I love you. Will you let me be with you; be part of the family?"

Kara broke down completely, sobbing and just repeating "yes."

Meredith got up and took Kara in her arms, smoothing her hair, Kara's face pressed hard to Meredith's breasts. Meredith whispered gently, "I knew from the start you did give a fuck Mrs. Brandon."