2 comments/ 307759 views/ 32 favorites The Downfall of Mrs. King Ch. 01 By: A Cracker Slut Verity King shut the front door and threw her coat over the chair, she stopped to check her face in the hallway mirror. She smiled approvingly at her immaculately coiffured blond hair and glanced admiringly at her firm breasts, which despite giving birth to a daughter 18 years of ago were still remarkably perky. Verity knew she was still an attractive woman and revelled in the admiring glances she received from waiters and occasionally friends of her daughter. She still exercised regularly and had the thighs of a sprinter, albeit hidden under a Gucci skirt suit. Having finished preening she made her way into the kitchen and perched herself on a stool at the breakfast bar and let out a long sigh. Verity had had a long day already and it was only 2.00 O'clock. She had dropped Peter, her husband, at the airport first thing in the morning, then met friends at the golf club for tea and a chat at 11.00 0'clock then gone on to meet friends for lunch. Now she was safely back at home and beginning to regret the three glasses of Chardonnay she had consumed at lunch. At 45 years of age Verity was very much a part of the Surrey social scene, she was proud of the fact that Peter was a successful Venture Capitalist in the city. Her husband's job provided Verity with a five-bedroom house, a Porsche Boxster, three holidays a year and all the money she could ever wish to spend on clothes. For her part Verity was prepared to forgive the sordid affairs Peter insisted on perpetrating with his various secretaries and the fact that he was away on business for half of the year. An arrangement that suited her wonderfully in fact, the less time she spent in his company the better as far as she was concerned. Verity decided to celebrate a week of freedom from her husband by having just one more glass of Chardonnay and while swirling it around in the glass a wicked thought entered her head. She had recently discovered the Internet and following the advice of a friend, one particularly boozy lunchtime, had started to visit a site that contained a wide array of pornographic stories. The thought of this illicit activity thrilled her, whether it was the wine having its desired effect or just because she hadn't had sex in so long she didn't care. She had discovered a passion for erotic fiction and it aroused feelings in her that had been buried for too long. She was able to give into her innermost desires and explore areas of her sexuality long since buried. She made her way, slightly wobbly, into the office and fired her PC up, her heart already racing, blood thumping in her ears. It was all so deliciously naughty, here she was a married woman in her forties, pillar of the community, furtively looking at porn in the afternoon while her husband and daughter were out of the house. She could feel her arousal, her panties taking on a slight dampness, nipples pushing against the material of her blouse. She made herself comfortable, unbuttoning the jacket, so, if she needed to, she could slip a hand into her blouse and stroke her tender hard nipples. She also hiked her skirt up over her stocking tops and pulled her black lacy panties off, placing them on the desk beside the mouse so she wouldn't forget them later when she had come and the yearning for release had been satisfied. She hated to admit it but she was rapidly becoming addicted to the thrill the stories gave her, her orgasms were amazing, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She had developed a particular liking for stories containing no-consensual sex and BDSM themes, where women were forced to do things against their will by cruel faceless men. She couldn't explain why she found these stories so arousing but their effect was undeniable. She could vividly imagine herself in a situation where she was forced against her will to pleasure countless men knowing that they were all hard for her, desiring her and that they would use her for their pleasure whether she liked it or not. She shuddered at the thought of it, what was the point of having fantasies, she thought, unless they were thrilling and outrageous. In real life Verity very much doubted she would allow herself to be used in such a way. She was far to strong in herself to become some slave to the desires of her and other people's bodies. But she loved the thought of it all the same. She selected a story and started reading, one hand scrolling the screen down, the other tenderly cupping her left breast, moulding the flesh ever so gently until her arousal forced her to be rougher with herself. That would come later, many was the time she had had a violent orgasm and then blushed to see the nail marks imbedded in the skin surrounding her nipples. But for now she was content to tease and arouse her sensitive skin. As Verity slipped into a sea of sexual arousal, oblivious to her surroundings, she was unaware that she had an audience. A fact that would of almost certainly have had an effect on her although she would never of admitted that it would of increased her arousal tenfold. Graham Richards was Samantha, Verity's daughter's, boyfriend. He had popped round to drop some books of for Sam for a university project they had been working on together. He had knocked on the door but received no reply. He could see Mrs King's Porsche in the driveway so he knew she must be in, she wouldn't dream of leaving the house without it, public transport was an alien concept to her. He had gone round the side of the house to see if he could see her inside, check she was OK and had glanced into the downstairs office only to be greeted by the sight of Mrs King in a state of obvious arousal. He watched spellbound as she thrust her fingers into her cunt, head lolling to one side as she approached what looked like an enormous orgasm. Graham couldn't believe his eyes he had fancied Mrs King ever since he had first clapped eyes on her and here she was stockings and tits on display fingering herself in the middle of the afternoon. She was so deliciously aloof, he longed to wipe the smug look of her face, she had made no bones about the fact she didn't think he was good enough for her daughter. Graham wondered if he was being presented with a chance to get his own back on the stuck up cow. He reached into his bag and took out the digital camera that he kept with him at all times, as a student of architecture he found it an indispensable tool. He took a couple of shots of Mrs King capturing her ecstasy and exposed flesh, a plan was rapidly forming in his head but he had better be quick he didn't want her coming and having the opportunity to recover. He made his way round to the front of the house and started frantically knocking on the front door and ringing the bell. Verity's eyes snapped open, her heart stopped and then it wouldn't, someone was at the front door! She hurriedly stopped what she was doing, inwardly cursing as her arousal started to subside into the background, she would get rid of whoever it was quickly and resume her playing. She licked her fingers clean, shuddering at how filthy that simple act made her feel and straightened her skirt and blouse. Then, with rather more colour in her cheeks than was usual as she made her way out of the office and down the hall to see who had disturbed her fun. She opened the door, only to be confronted by her daughter's boyfriend her face sank. "Graham! Sorry but Sam isn't here at the minute you'll have to come back later" "I know she's not here Mrs King I just dropped by to drop some books off for her, do you mind if I come in?" Verity grudgingly opened the door further, indicating for him to step inside. "Are you OK Mrs King? You look a little flushed" Graham fought hard to stop smiling enjoying her obvious discomfort. "I am fine thank you Graham, just a little flustered that's all. Can I get you a cup of tea?" Verity could of kicked herself, her social manners coming to the fore before she had a chance to remember what she really wanted to be doing. "That would be lovely Mrs King" "You know where the living room is go in and I'll bring it out for you" Verity turned and headed for the kitchen, her knees slightly wobbly beneath her. She was still so aroused and could feel her juices running ever so slowly down her upper thigh. She would get rid of Graham as soon as was polite and get back to the story. Oh God the story! Her heart stopped for the second time in as many minutes. The story and her panties were in full view of anyone who cared to look. The office door was open and Graham would have to pass it on his way to the living room. Verity had never moved so fast in all her life, her heels skidding on the oak wood floor as she made her way to the office hoping against hope that her little secret would remain just that a secret. She got to the door of the office, her face fell as she realised she was too late. "Mrs King I am suprised at you, what an interesting story!" Verity entered the office and felt as though she was walking into her own personal nightmare made real. There by the computer desk stood her daughter's boyfriend, a young man not near the top of Verity's Christmas card list. In his left hand he was lifting verity's sticky lace panties to his nose and with his right he was scrolling down the story Verity had only minutes earlier been fingering herself to. She froze, unsure of what to say or do. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue" "I....I don't know what you mean, I was looking at a site about decorating the home" Verity knew it was feeble but she was very flustered and had no idea how she was going to get out of this predicament. "Mrs King or maybe I'll call you Verity, you are a lot kinkier than I thought then, your panties are soaked because you were looking at home furnishings! I don't believe you Verity the evidence is on the screen, you were reading porn weren't you? In fact not just porn, porn featuring non-consenting sex! Porn where people are forced to do things against there will!" Verity hung her head there seemed little point denying it, she would just have to laugh it off and get rid of the boy as quickly as she could. "Come on Graham everyone does it don't they? It's just a bit of fun" "Mmmmm I never figured you as the fun type Verity, perhaps I was wrong about you after all" "What ever do you mean?" Verity didn't like the way this conversation was going, she didn't feel in control at all, Graham was eighteen if he was a day and yet the roles appeared to be reversed now. They both knew he had something over her now and they were both just waiting to see how the other would play the situation out. "I read the story Verity I know what you like, you want to be abused and forced into humiliating situations don't you?" "Certainly not you disgusting boy, if you don't start treating me like an adult I will be forced to tell your parents and Samantha all about this little incident" "Feisty little thing aren't you Verity! I'll tell you what I will do with you OK. You won't mention this to anyone else and neither will I. I will not send the pictures I took of you wanking to all your friends and no one will know your dirty little secret. However there is one condition" What pictures thought Verity, what condition? She was scared now this had gone to far as it was, her brain couldn't register what was happening to her. The day had started so well and now it appeared to be going rapidly downhill. She could feel tears welling up inside her as she thought about what she had to lose. She would be the laughing stock, Peter would be furious, an affair would of been almost acceptable but to be caught alone in a compromising position the humiliation would be to much for both of them. "There there Verity don't cry it will all be all right, all you have to do to protect your precious reputation is agree to have a little fun with me today. If you agree then it's all over, I'll delete the pictures and once we have finished with our fun we'll say no more about it. How does that sound?" "What sort of fun do you mean" Verity thought she could see a light at the end of a very long dark tunnel. "The sort of fun in that story" Too late Verity realised the light was in fact a rapidly approaching train. "Don't be absurd, I'm old enough to be your Mother, you go out with my Daughter for god's sake" "I know rude isn't it" He said with a wicked grin on his face. There seemed to be no reasoning with him, Verity weighed up the options, total ruination or an afternoon of sex with her daughters boyfriend. She was ashamed to admit that her own body had started to become aroused at the thought of it. Although she couldn't stand Graham she had to admit that he was in pretty good shape, she could see what Sam saw in him. God woman can you hear yourself? You sound like one of those women out of the stories. That was the crux of it for her, she was rationalising it by telling herself she was being forced. But the part of her that made her wake in the small hours, sweating and out of breath, head filled with scenes of her own abuse was egging her on. "W...What would you want me to do" She muttered resignedly, head hung low as she started to accept her fate. "Good girl, one afternoon of fun, no one need know and then it's all over for you OK" "OK but that's it, it's over after that, promise me" "Verity I promise you, one afternoon. You must promise me that you will do exactly as I tell you though" "I don't have much choice do I" "Good girl, now first things first, get that skirt up round your waist" Verity was ashamed to admit it but her blood had started to pound in her ears again, she could feel that all to familiar warmth spreading in her lower belly. Was she getting aroused again? God what was wrong with her, if only Peter had paid her more attention she wouldn't be in this mess now. She reluctantly hiked the woollen Gucci skirt up round her waist, revealing to Graham her unshaven cunt she blushed furiously and at the same time thrilled as she revealed herself so willingly. She saw him run his eyes over her stocking clad thighs, noted the smile as it twitched the corner of his lips, she hated herself for it but she secretly hoped he found her attractive despite the situation. "Not bad for an old girl! Now Verity I think you had better show me what you were doing before I knocked on the door" Verity hesitated. "Don't keep me waiting you naughty girl" Verity blushed further, she hadn't been called a naughty girl since she was a child. It sounded strange coming from someone 25 years her junior. Strange and yet wildly exciting, Verity shyly lowered a hand between her wet thighs and slipped a finger teasingly along the slick folds of her cunt. Immediately she groaned, eyelids fluttering as her juices flowed over her fingers. Her eyes snapped open however as she heard Graham speaking to someone thoughts of her arousal suddenly vanishing in a fresh wave of panic. "Hi Sam it's me" God he was talking to Sam on his mobile, he raised an eyebrow at her and indicated for her to carry on. "I'm at your house baby dropping those books off, what time are you due over?" "Cool I'll wait and see you then, maybe later we can go to my house" "Yeah she's here, do you want a word?" Verity stared open mouthed at her tormentor as he handed the phone to her, his hand over the mouthpiece as he said to her. "Keep fingering Verity I want you to say hi to your little baby" "H...H...Hi Sam it's Mummy" "Hi Mum, you OK? You sound kind of flustered" "I'm fine honey, when are you coming home?" "In about 20 Minutes Mum I'll see you then OK" "OK sweetheart I'll see you soon" Verity handed the phone back to her tormentor and resumed her toying, she secretly wanted to be allowed to come before her daughter arrived home. She re-checked her thoughts she wanted to be allowed to come! What was happening to her, she was 45 she didn't need permission to come! That was ridiculous, in her heart though she knew that something fundamental was changing within her. What had started with the stories was continuing in real life and she didn't know whether she had the strength or the inclination to stop it. "Hear that Mummy, baby girl will be home in about 20 minutes that doesn't leave much time does it?" "No it doesn't" "I bet you would love to come wouldn't you?" Verity couldn't speak, she was damned if she would admit that to this cruel boy. "Don't be shy Verity and remember the rules one afternoon of fun only, play fairly or you never know who will get those pictures" "I really need to come, there are you happy now I said it" "What a good girl you are, however I think you are forgetting that I said a whole afternoon of fun, the fun won't stop when Sammy gets here. On the contrary it will only just be starting" Verity could have cried, she needed to orgasm above all else, she didn't dare to think what this evil bastard had up his sleeve next. She couldn't let her innocent daughter see her mother in such a state, it would break her heart. "Now before Sam gets here lets get you ready for some more fun, first we need to get you safely upstairs and in your bedroom. Then you can watch me fuck your lovely daughter, you and her are very alike you know, but you'll find out all about that later" With that he turned and headed upstairs, Verity was interested to note he seemed to know the way to the master bedroom. She followed him obediently upstairs her thighs rubbing deliciously together within the confines of her raised skirt. It wasn't until she was half way up the stairs that she realised that she was following him without question, her will already seemed bent towards his bidding. As they made their way into the master bedroom Verity couldn't stop herself imagining the young man fucking her ruthlessly on the bed, the thought thrilled her as she wondered what he looked like naked. God she wished she had never discovered the Internet, look what it had turned her into! Graham turned and started rummaging around in Verity's cupboards selecting random items and throwing them on the floor. "Now before your precious baby gets here I think you had better change into the clothes on the floor. Strip Verity and be quick about it we don't have much time" Verity hesitated, she hadn't been naked in front of another man since meeting and marrying her husband 25 years ago. She started to splutter a refusal but was silenced by a single malevolent look from Graham. Visibly cowed Verity slowly started to undress as Graham sat himself down in a comfy chair. The very chair her husband read the morning paper in while she dressed, he never glanced at Verity, something Graham seemed only to happy to do however as he drank in the vision in front of him. Verity hated herself for it but she tried to steal a glance at his crotch, to see if she was having an effect on the youngster. Could she just make out the outline of a hard on? Verity was finally naked and stood before her tormentor with her hands clasped in front of her modestly, a situation Graham was clearly un-happy with. "Verity I want you to feel your breasts for me and while you are at it I want you to pinch those juicy nipples for me OK. And Verity make the most of it this may be the last chance you get for a while OK" Verity complied almost immediately, her hands weighing her breasts, feeling their warmth and thrilling at the contact, she shut her eyes as she tenderly pinched her nipples. She could hear Graham rummaging in his bag again and she wondered what he was up to now. She barely cared anymore, she was naked in her own bedroom with her daughters boyfriend, behaving like a complete slut for him and she was starting to get very turned on by it all. "That's enough Verity I don't want you to hot before baby girl gets here or you will be very frustrated by the time the afternoon is through. Now put those clothes on and then come over here" The Downfall of Mrs. King Ch. 01 Verity stooped and picked up the bra and panties Graham had thrown on the floor for her to wear. She quickly slipped them on and went over to stand in front of him, feeling like a piece of meat on display. Her heart was thumping as she wondered how the arrival of her daughter would change her circumstances, she doubted they would improve based on the current situation. "Now Verity I want you to be a good girl for me while I show you what a little slut your daughter is and more importantly what you are missing out on. So I am going to bind your hands behind your back, tie your feet together and gag you. Then you will be shut in the closet over there where you can watch me fuck the brains out of your sweet innocent little daughter. Would you like that?" Verity was dumbfounded, this monster was going to make her watch him fuck her own daughter she was outraged and she was ashamed to admit a little jealous as well. She had no idea why she felt like this, in the back of her mind she had assumed he would fuck her at some stage. She was at his mercy for the afternoon, didn't he like her? Wasn't she attractive enough? She couldn't reconcile why she felt like this, he had humiliated her and blackmailed her as well, why did she need his approval and why did she want to please him? Unable to vocalise what she was feeling and with a mounting sense of abandonment she hung her head and nodded her consent to the act he was proposing, no that wasn't right he wasn't proposing anything he was ordering her and she was agreeing! She held her hands out for him to bind, which he did with her husband's dressing gown cord her feet followed leaving her immobile. "There that looks better doesn't it, now lets gag you. I thought we would use your soaking panties to do that. You may grow to like the taste" Verity couldn't be any more disgusted if she tried, tasting her own arousal was so against all her principles, to late she realised that everything she was doing went against her background and upbringing. She opened her mouth and accepted her fate, her panties tasting slightly musky to her as she was effectively gagged. "There that's better, however there is one thing missing" He moved towards her and slid his hand between her sticky thighs and up under the elastic of her panties. He traced the outline of her cunt and inserted something into her. Verity groaned he had put some sort of vibrator into her, with a click he turned it on, it emitted a barely audible humming noise. Verity seriously doubted she could take much more of this. She was so aroused and desperately in need of release, but she could see no end in sight, the dildo would keep her on the boil, but nothing else. Without it thrusting into her, or the setting being set any higher it would not provide sufficient stimulation to bring her to satisfaction. Graham led her over to the wardrobe and opening the door pushed her inside and onto her knees. Her eyes were able to take in the scene in front of her through the slats of the door, a scene that would soon include her precious daughter. Verity could hardly believe the situation she had got herself into over the last hour or so. What would her husband say, he probably wouldn't even look up from his paper if she told him. That realisation made Verity wonder if maybe she should be so appalled at what she was allowing to happen to her. Maybe she wanted to be treated like this all along but hadn't had the power to admit it to herself. There was no denying that she hadn't felt this excited in a long time, her heart was pounding, her entire body twanging with sexual energy, made all the sweeter because it was just building up and up with no sign of release coming soon. When Graham was satisfied with her position he roughly groped her heaving breasts, cruelly pinching the erect nipples and making her groan into her gag. As a parting shot he rubbed her face into his crotch allowing her to feel the hard pulsing cock inside his jeans. She immediately mourned the loss when he shoved her back, she was ashamed that she had been so eager to rub his cock. The door was finally shut just as Verity could make out the undeniable sound of a key in the front door. Sam was home! "I'm up here baby, hurry up I'm feeling a bit naughty today. Its OK your mum had to go out she said she wouldn't be back for ages, wanted a walk or something, a bit of fresh air, she was a bit flustered to be honest" Verity could make out the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairway, God was her daughter that eager to get started. Verity had a horrible feeling that her views of her daughter's maturity were about to take a turn for the worse. She was shocked to realise that she was spellbound to the scene unfolding in front of her. There was her daughter, Samantha King was the spitting image of her Mother, albeit 25 or so years younger, tall, blond and ever so attractive she was a little aloof like her Mother and tended not to suffer unwanted male attention. Verity was proud of the fact that her daughter had inherited her figure, especially her breasts, which were so firm and perky that Verity felt a pang of jealousy, before shaking herself out of it. The two youngsters embraced, Verity couldn't drag her eyes off the scene, it was so erotic. They were all over each other, hands roaming over buttocks and thighs. She could make out her daughter moaning slightly as Graham's hand went between her thighs. Graham whispered something into Sam's ear and Verity watched on fascinated as her daughter sank to her knees obediently. Sam's eyes fixed on Graham as she unzipped his jeans and fished his stiff cock out of their confinement. Something she struggled to do for two reasons, firstly it was very hard and Sam was being careful not to hurt it, secondly it was bloody enormous. Verity stifled a moan, as she wished that she were in her daughter's position. She watched on avidly as her daughter licked the helmet lovingly, before sinking it into her mouth as deep as it would go. Graham in the meantime took the opportunity to wink in Verity's direction and pat Sam on the head as though she was being a good puppy dog. Verity's heart lurched at the sight of this patronising gesture. She was appalled that Sam appeared to relish the attention, a smile plastered all over her face for all to see. "Suck it all down Sammy, there's a good girl" What had this monster done to her baby girl? He was treating her like an object for his amusement. She stopped that train of thought immediately as she realised her own situation was the same. God they both appeared to revel in being used like this. Verity looked on with tears in her eyes now. She was so ashamed at herself for being so aroused, she had never contemplated other women before and the thought of becoming aroused by her daughter's subservience to her own tormentor was one she couldn't comprehend. Yet her mind returned time and time again to the cock that her daughter was openly worshipping in front of her. She longed for it, in her mouth and wherever else Graham wanted to put it, she didn't care anymore she needed to be fucked there was no two ways about it. "Sammy I am going to come, you know what to do don't you?" Sam looked lovingly into Graham's eyes and without hesitation said. "Please may I drink your cum Sir" "Good girl Sammy you are learning fast, of course you can drink it all up" With those words barely out of his mouth, he bucked his hips forcing his cock deep into Sam's throat, making her gag as his cum erupted into her mouth. Verity could make out her daughter's throat convulsing as she struggled to take his cum deep into her. She was disgusted, thrilled, aroused, humiliated and elated all at the same time. Sam rocked back on her knees, a string of come had escaped her mouth and she was proudly wearing it on her face, beaming up at Graham as though waiting for her recognition. He patted her on the head lovingly as one would a favourite pet and indicated for her to stand up. "Sammy you are so good at that, practice makes perfect doesn't it baby. Now pack up a bag baby you can come over to mine tonight. I will leave a note for your mum saying where you are" "OK baby give me five minutes and then we can go" Graham patted her on the rump as she left the room, her fingers greedily scooping the come from her face and licking it all up. He made his way over to the wardrobe, opened the door to let Verity fall out onto her face. He set her upright again and reached to her panties, noting with a smug grin that they were soaked through. "Mmmmm looks like Mummy is all horny after watching her baby girl suck my cock" He ripped the panties from her mouth allowing her to speak. "Answer me, are you all horny after that display?" Verity looked him in the eye, passion and hatred raging in equal measure within her. She hung her head as she broke his gaze, tears running down her cheeks as she struggled to deny her feelings. This was a watershed moment for her, if she admitted her arousal she a part of her would of snapped, accepting her role and her feelings. She was dammed if she would be broken so easily. "Fuck you" She muttered. "Oh dear why so angry Mummy, didn't you get what you wanted today?" With that he reached down to her panties and slipped a hand inside to the vibrator and turned it up a notch. Verity immediately started to moan as fresh waves of arousal washed over her. "I will ask you again, is Mummy all horny after that display?" Verity was shaking, trying desperately to control her body and its reaction to the vibrator, trying to stifle the rising orgasm as it threatened to rip her apart. Her teeth gritted as she fought to control herself. "If you say it I will let you come" That was it Verity knew she could stand no more, all she needed was an orgasm, she remembered his words "one afternoon of fun" and with the finish tape in sight finally admitted to her arousal. "Y......Yes I am all horny after that display, now let me go you bastard!" She slumped to the floor knowing now that her torment was near its conclusion, hoping that she could muffle the inevitable scream that was sure to accompany her orgasm. "Good girl that wasn't so bad was it" Graham once again reached inside her panties, Verity's eyes followed the hand as it slipped under her pretty panties, the image so erotic to her she had to bite her lip to stop from whimpering. He stopped the vibrator, his hand suddenly pinching her nose forcing her to open her mouth, once again pushing the panties into her mouth. Her cry of loss and anguish once again muffled by the damp lingerie. Tears welled up in her eyes again, she had been promised an orgasm, she had done everything he had asked of her. She didn't understand, wasn't he pleased with her, damn him why was he doing this to her? "I think you need time to have a think about where your priorities lie young lady. I think you need to admit what you want out of life, I am prepared to take you on and train you to be the slut you really want to be. But I demand total obedience, witness your lovely daughter, maybe if you can be more like her we can have a lot of fun. Think on it overnight, I will be back in the morning. Have a good think of all the cock baby girl will get tonight, I have some friends coming over and they always like to use my toys when they come to my place" With that he shoved her back in the wardrobe her only consolation being that he hadn't switched the vibrator on again. Verity cried herself to a fitful sleep, her dreams punctuated with scenes of degradation and humiliation with herself as a willing participant. To be continued...... The Downfall of Mrs. King Ch. 02 Downfall: Chapter two Verity awoke suddenly, the sound of the front door closing downstairs rousing her from her slumber. She normally liked to wake up slowly and get used to her surroundings before venturing out of bed and taking stock of the new day. Verity did not have that luxury today as recollection of the events of the previous day flooded into her beleaguered mind. She could remember all too clearly the events leading up to her present predicament. She was tied and bound in her own wardrobe, she had a dildo in her cunt, her make up must have been a mess due to all the crying she had done, she was so horny she could of cried. However, overriding all her other concerns was her seemingly ever present need for release. Verity King needed to come like she had never needed to come before in her life, she would of given everything up for an orgasm. The five bedroom house, the Porsche, her husband's money, the lot, just for a nice long hard cum. She blushed despite herself at the thoughts whirring in her head. What had happened to her? She had been sucked into a nightmare of her own making and in her current state of bondage appeared powerless to do anything about it. She suspected her tormentor was down stairs even now, in her house for God's sake, making himself at home. She shivered at the thought of his sudden invasion into her life and that of her daughter's. Verity had no idea what Graham had done to her Sammy, but she wasn't the girl that Verity had brought up to be a nice respectful, strong young woman. She appeared to be nothing more than a toy to her boyfriend, something to be used when the mood took him. And God had the mood taken him last night. Verity had been forced to watch as he had used her daughter in the worst possible way. Right in front of her nose, making her ask...ASK, if she could drink his cum. Verity was ashamed to admit that the whole scene had aroused her horribly, she had been fascinated to watch as her daughter, her own flesh and blood, had been dominated so completely by Graham. She had caught herself wishing that she was in Sam's position, justifying it by telling herself she could save her daughter, when deep down she knew she was really jealous of her position as slave to this teen monster. The sound of footfalls on the stairs snapped Verity from her reverie, her cunt twitched around the ever-present dildo, she could feel her soaking panties holding it in place, the smell of her arousal filling the cramped wardrobe. Anyone opening the door would be in no doubt that she was extremely horny, despite her predicament. The door inched open allowing a little early morning sunlight to fall upon the prone figure of Mrs Verity King, Surrey trophy wife, doyen of the ladies that lunch, trainee sex slave to her daughter's boyfriend! "Well well look what we have here and what is that smell, someone needs a bath don't they?" Verity could still not talk because of the panties in her mouth she looked imploringly at Graham. Wishing that he would in some small way show a bit of mercy on her, some pity. She was to be disappointed however. Instead of releasing the panties from her mouth he knelt down and traced his fingers round the base of the dildo through her panties. Verity whimpered. She was on a knife-edge as it was, the slightest stimulus bringing her to the edge of her orgasm within seconds. A cruel grin spread over Graham's face as he tormented his new slave further still, she looked so helpless down on the floor, eyes imploring him to have mercy. Graham was only to aware what sort of a state she must be after the night spent tied up and alone on the floor with nothing but her dildo for company. But he wanted to prolong the torture for her until she learned who was the boss round here, he wanted to break her will completely and wasn't going to stop her torture until he got what he wished. Graham stopped his playing, making Verity whimper at the loss of stimulus. He reached down and tugged the soaking panties from her mouth. She gulped fresh air down into her lungs panting as she once again was able to breath air that wasn't saturated with the stink of her own shame and arousal. As she recovered her breath he yanked the dildo out of her soaked cunt, it made a humiliating plopping sound as Verity's stretched cunt struggled to recover its normal shape. Graham led her out of the closet on her hands and knees, she crawled as though this act of degradation was second nature for her, her bindings preventing her from making easy progress, complying without even realising she was doing it. Her spirit was badly bruised, if not crushed altogether, the night of sleep deprivation combined with her constant arousal only serving to unhinge her previously stable mind. She followed Graham out into the centre of the room where he turned towards her and unzipped his fly, reaching inside his jeans to fish out the cock that not twelve hours earlier had been so deeply inside Verity's daughter's throat. Verity was mesmerised, her eyes following the thick throbbing cock as it bobbed in front of her. The cock that had filled her fitful dreams, the cock that she had imagined deep inside her cunt making her groan for more, the cock that she had watched her own daughter worship with her pretty mouth, the cock she wanted so badly. Was he going to let her have it inside her? She dragged her eyes away from it and looked up into the face of her tormentor, searching for an answer, wishing for some relief, but also wishing for her torture to end. "What does mummy want?" Verity almost sobbed, she knew deep in her heart what she wanted but the spark of self-respect within her hadn't been put out yet and she was damned if she would give him what he wanted. Verity knew her resistance was a token gesture however, they both knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. Her aching need burned within her stomach, the fire needed to be put out and her only chance to do so was in front of her face. "I won't ask again, what does Mummy want?" Head hung, Verity mumbled her reply. "Please I want to suck your cock" "Sorry I can't hear you" "Please I want to suck your cock" Verity fought back the tears as she choked her answer out. "Good girl, you may kiss my cock for me" "Thank you" Verity fell on the cock, smothering the head in kisses as the dam that had held her lust back crumbled before her eyes. She no longer cared what he thought of her or what she fought of herself, her mind was wholly consumed on getting his cock inside her. As she licked and slobbered like a hungry animal Verity couldn't help but wish he was inside her pounding her cunt pulling her hair and screaming abuse at her as she received all he could give her. "Good girl, clean Sam's juices of my cock for me" Verity barely registered what he was saying to her, despite the fact that she couldn't actually touch herself she was rapidly approaching the orgasm that had been so big a part of her life for the last twelve hours. Graham, sensing the new urgency in his kneeling captor, pushed her roughly to the floor. Verity collapsed into raking sobs as her orgasm, deprived of its stimulus, retreated into the background once more. "There there Mummy don't cry you'll get what you want later on today. You have done a nice job of cleaning your little baby girl's juices off of me though" He patted her on the head as the recognition and revulsion at what she had just done registered in her hormone soaked brain. She had never been with another woman, the thought revolted her, but she knew she had just tasted not only another woman's juices but her own daughter's. She shuddered as she lay on the floor wondering when the dream would end and she would wake up in her own bed. She knew it would not happen, this was real and there seemed no way out of it for her. The pictures Graham had taken could easily be distributed over the Internet, all her friends and family would know what a pervert she was. God if only Peter had given her what she wanted, what her heart desired, some attention and a good fucking every now and again would have prevented this situation entirely. No point crying over spilt milk now, it was entirely too late for that. "Go and clean yourself up slut, you stink, then me and you are going to watch a little video that I think you will like" Graham leant forward and undid Verity's bindings, rubbing some life back into her sore wrists and ankles, he indicated for her to make her way to the on-suite bathroom. As Verity made to get up however she got a shock. "You will crawl on the floor whenever you are in my presence unless you have permission to do otherwise! Understand slut?" Verity nodded, she seemed to have little choice in the matter, she hated herself but she felt thrilled to be called a slut, it was so dirty, so filthy, it made her feel horny and attractive, like she was twenty again. Verity's emotions were in a terrible conflict, on the one hand the respectable Verity was screaming at her to get a grip and stop allowing this child to treat her like a whore. The other part of Verity, the part that had started to read the sexy stories, the part that wanted to have sex, the part that longed for abuse and degradation was telling Verity to go along with it. Egging her on, nagging at her reserves, teasing her clit nipples and cunt, making her want to be a slave to this boy hoping against hope that she would finally get what she needed so badly. She crawled into the bathroom, immediately aware that she would find it impossible to clean herself without standing up. She looked round, seeking her young Master. He was smirking at her from across the room. "You may stand up to clean yourself slut, but make it quick we don't have all day" Verity climbed to her feet, suddenly aware of the stiffness of her muscles, as she stood for the first time in about 15 hours. She busied herself with a shower, rinsing the smell of arousal from her tired body. She wondered what Graham had in store for her over the next day. He had mentioned the video, she dreaded to think about what might be on that! She towelled herself down, unable to resist the opportunity to touch herself, nipples immediately at attention, revelling in the rough contact the towel provided. She longed to slip a hand between her thighs and enjoy a leisurely play. Verity very much doubted that Graham would allow her such a treat so she contented herself with toying with her stiff nipples. "Hurry up slut, I've got some clothes laid out ready for you to wear so don't keep me waiting" Verity sank once again to her knees and crawled out of the bathroom. She felt so subservient crawling on the floor like a dog, it made her wet beyond belief and at the same time shamed her horribly. "There's an obedient little puppy dog" He patted her on the head, the patronising gesture piling more shame upon her. "You may stand until I tell you otherwise. Put these clothes on as well, there Sam's but I think you will fit them nicely" Verity could see laid out on the bed one of Sam's old school uniforms, she knew it was at least two sizes to small for her. The tiny skirt would barely cover her panties. This worry led on to another, where were the panties anyway. She could only see a skirt and blouse, but no underwear of any kind. She knew better than to question him however and set about getting dressed, only when she had finished did she realise how natural it had felt to be naked in front of this youth. Verity shuddered as she realised she was falling deeper under his spell. Graham circled Verity taking note of the nipples thrusting out of the cotton material of the blouse, clearly betraying her arousal to him. He'd seen it all before, this wasn't the first bored housewife to fall under his spell, they were all the same, just needed a firm hand and a lot of fucking and they were putty in his hands. From behind her he snaked a hand round to cup her breasts, lifting the weight, feeling for the nipple and then pinching it cruelly, enjoying the moan his attention had elicited. There was no doubt Verity King was one very aroused woman, this made her easier to control, although Graham had a feeling that she was naturally obedient anyway, bending her to his will had been easy so far, she seemed to genuinely want to be abused in this manner. "You like all this attention don't you slut?" "Y....Yes" "Yes Sir, you will show me some respect or I will put you right back into your boring little life and we'll forget this ever started. The choice is yours" Verity was shocked! He was giving her the chance to escape his clutches. Her heart was thumping unable to comprehend the decision he was forcing her to make. If she called him Sir she was admitting to herself that his treatment of her was acceptable, enjoyable even. They both knew this was a watershed moment for her and Verity's hesitation was in fact remarkably short. She lowered her face so he couldn't see her shame and muttered her admission to him. "Yes Sir, I want to be your slut" A single tear rolled down Verity's cheek, her insides were a mess, stomach churning as she admitted to herself and Graham that he was her new Master. "Good Girl, now follow me and we'll sort you out with some breakfast before we sit down and watch the nice video. You may follow me on your hands and knees" "Yes Sir, thank you Sir" Verity had read enough stories on domination to grasp the basics. She knew that if her Master was dis-pleased with her a punishment would follow. She sank to her knees and willingly crawled after Graham, being careful on the stairs so as not to fall and hurt herself. The unlikely pair made there way to the kitchen, where Graham indicated for Verity to kneel in the corner while he prepared some food for her. The act of kneeling on the floor facing the wall brought back so many memories for Verity, the uniform coupled with her subservient position made her think of her school days. She had gone to a very strict private school where a good caning was considered appropriate punishment for a naughty girl. She remembered how she had thrilled, at being placed over the headmistress's knee, on the rare occasion that her behaviour had warranted a punishment. It all came flooding back to her now, the smell of leather from the headmistress's chair as she placed herself over the woman's knee. The glorious feelings of humiliation and exposure as her skirt was lifted off her thighs and placed over her white panties, exposing her thighs and pert bottom to the gaze of the powerful authority figure. The stinging pain caused by the cane as it connected with her quivering buttocks and above all else the illicit dampness all this caused in her panties. Verity's mind returned to the present, suddenly aware of the heat rising between her thighs once more as her mind recalled her prior experiences of submission. School may well of been the place where this untended seed had first taken root, only to resurface all these years later in the most unlikely of places. The sounds of the fridge door opening and closing snapped Verity back to the here and now. She could make out something being placed on the floor behind her and suddenly her Master was behind her, his proximity causing a fresh wave of heat to spread through her belly as she thought about his cock and what she wanted to do with it. He was rubbing his crotch over the back of her head, she longed to turn and kiss him through the material of his jeans but knew what was expected of her, knew she was being tested. It took all her control to maintain her position facing the wall. "Good slut, now eat your breakfast like a good girl." Verity turned and was horrified to see a bowl had been placed on the floor behind her, it contained cereal and yoghurt. It was obvious that she no longer deserved to be treated like a normal human being. Humiliation burned through her, her cheeks flushing as her Master perched himself on the breakfast bar and started to read her husbands morning paper. There was no spoon, animals didn't use them so she guessed that she was also forbidden from using them. "Don't take all day slut, you look as though you could lose a few pounds anyway, so if you don't start eating right now I'll take it away from you" Verity knew she had no choice, she lowered her head to the bowl, aware of Graham's gaze falling on her ass as it rose into the air. Her position exposing her leaking cunt and ass to her owner. She licked and slurped at her food, feeling the yoghurt on her cheeks as she made a mess of herself, nothing more than an animal for her Master. The sexual thrill was huge for her, she had been reduced to a toy over a frighteningly short period of time. A slave to her own sick desires, she no longer cared, she wanted to please her Master, wanted his praise, wanted to know she was appreciated, but above all didn't want her degradation to stop. She had had her chance and refused it, she doubted she would be offered another escape route. When she had finished she looked up at her Master, her face covered in sticky yoghurt, she could feel it running down her face in little streams. She suddenly imagined how she must look. The yoghurt must appear to be like cum, running off her face. As soon as she made the connection her cunt was on fire again, she must look like a fucktoy after getting ganged by a room of men. "Oh dear what a messy girl you are. Here let me clean you up" With that he was beside her once more, dabbing at her face as you would a child, making her feel helpless and incapable of looking after herself. She liked the feeling, it released her from the normal duties as an adult. Made her a possession, a toy, something to be played with. "Now follow me and we'll watch a nice video together" They made there way into the living room together, Graham walking in front of his newest possession who followed loyally behind him crawling, juices covering her thighs as every delicious step caused friction between her legs. The living room had changed slightly since Verity had last seen it. The telly had been moved in front of the big patio door looking out over the garden. In front of the telly was one of the large dining room chairs. Graham indicated for Verity to sit in it, she complied immediately. "Whenever you sit down slut, you are to sit on your naked flesh, there must be no item of clothing between the chair and your skin. Understand?" "Yes Sir" Verity flipped the tiny skirt up and sank her thighs and ass onto the wooden chair. It immediately chilled her skin. She was embarrassed to feel her juices leaking out onto the wood beneath her. Once in position, Graham again tied her, this time her legs were tied onto the chair legs leaving her thighs spread obscenely wide, hips thrusting forward obscenely. Anyone looking through the patio door would get a clear view of her exposed cunt and the juices clearly issuing from it. Her hands were tied behind her head. The position forcing her prominent breasts out, putting them on display to whomever was passing. And there she was, Verity King, wife and mother, bound in her own living room, dressed in her daughter's old school uniform. Skirts hitched round her waist, cunt on fire and running with excitement, wishing that it would all end, but praying the wish would go un-answered. What had become of her? What would the neighbours think? When would she get a cock in her cunt for gods sake! Graham sat himself down, drinking in the sight of Verity bound, unable to move, let alone escape. He seriously doubted she wanted to anyway, he wondered what would be going through her mind at this moment. She was clearly aroused his treatment of her was clearly answering some deep rooted need within her. He thanked his stars that he had happened to pop round yesterday. The thought of having a mother and daughter at his command was thrilling. He couldn't wait to get the pair of them together, but that would have to wait he had some fun in store for Verity and didn't want to spoil her too much on the first day of the rest of her life. The Downfall of Mrs. King Ch. 02 He stood and made his way to the video machine, the tape he had contained a copy of last nights activities. He had allowed some of his friends to use Sam as their slave for the night and he knew that the video would have quiet and effect on her loving Mother. He pressed play and waited for the video to start, as he moved another chair so he could sit next to Verity and see her reaction to the on screen antics of her lovely daughter. The scene opened to a view of Graham's living room, seated around the room where a variety of his friends, all in their early twenties, all male about six of them in all. The camera panned across to take in Sam. She was dressed as a classic French maid, stocking tops clearly visible, tits squeezed into a tiny white apron, teetering on a huge pair of heels as she moved around the room distributing beers to the obvious approval of the assembled men. From the grin on her face it was pretty clear she was enjoying the attention being directed at her. Graham glanced at Verity, her face was a mask of horror, but her nipples were clearly visible, looking as though they might burst through the blouse that she still wore. He grinned smugly to himself, and continued his viewing. Sam had been accosted by one of the revellers and was being made to bend down so he could see up her skirt, something she was only too happy to do for him. Once she had leant over it became obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties, she wiggled her ass for them to see and as the young man moved his hand up her inner thigh the camera moved into take in the look of ecstasy on her face. The camera lingered there as she closed her eyes, mouth wide open as a moan escaped her red lips. The man was obviously fingering her cunt, something Sam was clearly enjoying as she started to speak into camera. "Oh god that's good, don't stop please don't stop. Finger my tight cunt" Graham turned the sound up so Verity could catch every word of filth that issued from her daughter's mouth. Verity was speechless! Her darling daughter was behaving like a street whore for these men and taking a great deal of pleasure form it as well. She squirmed on the seat, why was it so hot in here? She could feel moisture trickling between her breasts, she ached to be able to wipe it away, but obviously couldn't, she dare not ask her Master and knew she would have to suffer in silence. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen and her arousal would not stay hidden from her Master for long. She was disgusted at the display on the screen and at the same time wildly aroused by it. Her own daughter openly being fingered in front of a room full of men, how she wished that she could be placed in that position. In her heart she knew she would gladly agree to such treatment, to be the centre of attention, the object of so much desire, to be used thoroughly. She was aware of her Master close to her now, his hand once again torturing her hard throbbing nipples. She moaned, her eyes shut tight, trying to rid herself of the images of her daughter's degradation, closing her eyes only made it worse however, more vivid for her. His other hand was on her thigh now. Inching its way higher, to her panty covered cunt. Verity didn't know how much more she could take of this treatment. She was disgusted at her level of arousal, brought on entirely by the pictures of her own daughter, GOD what sort of a Mother was she? She was panting now her stomach contracting as her Master's fingers slipped ever closer to her aching cunt. She needed to feel his fingers inside her right now before she lost it completely. "PLEASE Master finger your slut's cunt, GOD I am begging you, please finger my cunt" If Verity's friends could hear her know they would have been amazed at the transformation wrought on her, she never swore and never, NEVER used the C word. The last vestiges of civility had fled Verity's mind now as her body careered out of control, on the way to an orgasm that threatened to rip her in half. There was no stopping her now as her entire body clenched and lifted itself out of the chair, muscles tensing, obscenity sticking in her throat as she screamed with the force of her release. And then it was over, Verity un-clenched and sank into the chair utterly spent. Sweat cooling on her body as she breathed raggedly, trying to regain some element of composure. "That is the last time you ever come without my permission! Do you understand me?" "Yes Master, sorry Master. I promise it won't happen again Master" "Good slut, now I think you have been tied up enough for one day. Why don't we get you out in some fresh air" Verity barely registered what he was saying, she was wallowing in a warm sea of pleasure, her entire body tingling with excitement and satisfaction. The orgasm that had been controlling her responses for as long as she could remember had been the most powerful of her life. She wanted another just like it and then another and another. Her eyes had been opened to the joys of orgasm denial and she would do whatever she had to too ensure that all her future orgasms were of the same intensity. She sat there almost stupefied as her young Master untied her, leaving her free to rub her aching wrists and ankles. The video was still playing and Verity couldn't keep her eyes off the screen as her Daughter continued to be used as a plaything. Sam was on her knees now a cock deep inside her throat as she sucked on it greedily, in either of her hands was another hard cock and verity could clearly make out a string of cum splattered over her beautiful daughter's chin. Verity caught herself slipping a hand between her sticky thighs, teasing at the slick folds of skin, going deeper inside herself, into the heat of her cunt. "Naughty girl! Can't get enough now can you?" Graham smiled at his, now willing slave. "I have a few calls to make slut before we go out, you may play with your cunt but I want you on your hands and knees while you do it. Don't forget about your orgasms belonging to me from now on either or I will have you punished" "Yes Master. Thank you Master" Verity sank to her knees, the position of submission almost commonplace to her now. She could barely remember her life before yesterday. God she had missed out on so much and she was now determined to catch up on things, Peter had his tarty secretaries, Verity had her Daughter's boyfriend using her as his personal sex slave. It seemed like a fair exchange to her. She could hear him talking into his mobile phone in the hallway as she busied herself, fingering her steaming cunt, relishing the jolts of pleasure that were cascading through her body. She would of closed her eyes and moaned except that she didn't want to miss a single piece of the action on the screen. Sam had finished sucking the guy in her mouth off and looked as though she had received another load of thick cream, she was dribbling it out of her mouth now and Verity watched transfixed as it ran down her chin and onto her firm tits. Verity almost longed to lick it up, her eyes fixed on her Daughter's swollen nipples wishing she could touch, smell and taste, be a part of the exciting action that was unfolding before her. Her Master's voice jolted her back to reality. "Right slut we have a date. I want you to go and get changed into one of your respectable suits. Stockings are to be worn but no other underwear, do you understand?" "Yes Master, I have just the thing in mind, I know you'll like it" Subconsciously Verity wanted to please her Master, receive recognition from him, make him proud of her. She crawled out of the room and upstairs almost glowing with satisfaction, happy to have accepted her new role in life. She knew she would do whatever her young Master wanted of her, in exchange she had a feeling she would receive all the things she had missed out on over the years. Chapter Three: Verity performs in the car park. To follow shortly