2 comments/ 170067 views/ 20 favorites Debt Repayment Ch. 02 By: AStropirate Amanda and Vicky sat stunned for what seemed an eternity, following the departure of their tormentors. In reality it was only a few moments. Vicky broke the silence. "Mom, we have got to do as they say. Do you hear me?" Amanda remained silent. She was clearly in deep shock. Slapping her gently across the face, Vicky repeated, "Mom, we have got to do as they say, for Dad's sake." Amanda uttered "Uh huh?" Vicky pulled at her mother and shook her. "Go and get dressed for work, while I try to contact Dad." Amanda rose and, like a zombie, drifted to her room. Vicky rang her father's mobile number, but it was dead. Not even a signal. She then phoned his office and Jenny, his secretary, answered. She said that Jeff had phoned to tell them he was away negotiating a new contract in the Far East and would be several weeks. Vicky put the phone down in despair. They had thought of everything. She went to her mother's room to check on her. Amanda was still sitting at her dresser. Vicky spoke again. "Mom, I know this is a shock, but you have to get to work and act as if nothing has happened." Amanda spoke for the first time. "Vicky, what we did together, I...." Then she trailed off as Vicky responded. "What we did ,we had to do. If you don't feel up to work, call in sick. They will understand." Amanda suddenly pulled herself together and spoke. "No, you're right, we must act as normal as possible, only what we did, we must talk. " "We will, I promise," responded Vicky. Amanda dressed and drove to work. Her mind was not on work. She could not help thinking of her and Vicky's predicament. The other reason for her distraction was of course her and Vicky's tryst in the shower. It was a new but exciting experience for her. Another thing that bothered her was her daughter's apparent expertise in this sexual area. Was she a lesbian? Was that why she never seemed to go out with boys? Her emotions were confused. In her shock she had not even asked Vicky if she had contacted her father. She rang his mobile and, as with Vicky, it was dead. She rang his company and Jenny repeated the story about the contract in the Far East. Somehow she got through the day. She arrived home to find Vicky waiting. Her daughter came to her and hugged her. "How are you Mom?" she asked. "Tired and confused," came her response. "Me too," said Vicky. "Vicky, what we did, I don't understand why I feel the way I do." "How do you feel?" "What we did was wrong but..." She trailed off. "You felt a loving pleasure" "Yes," replied Amanda. "I also felt it." "But Vicky, it's wrong. You're my daughter." "We love each other and we expressed that love. There is nothing wrong with that." Amanda was stunned at her daughter's attitude. She could not believe it. After forcing down some food, Amanda went to her room and lay down. She fell swiftly to sleep. She woke about two hours later to see that night had fallen. She rose from her bed and seeing the light from Vicky's room, she knocked and entered. Vicky was lying on her bed in her white cotton robe, like a woman patiently awaiting her lover. She raised her hands in a beckoning manner and Amanda fell on top of her and they began to kiss. Vicky began to unbutton Amanda's blouse, while her mother continued to kiss her neck. When the last button was open Amanda eased it off and it dropped to the floor. Vicky could see she had no slip. This, in turn, revealed her plain white bra. It was unusual for her mother not to have a slip. She then unsnapped the bra, releasing her mother's wonderful breasts that were almost demanding attention. Vicky duly took her mother's nipple, gently licking and then sucking it which produced in Amanda a moan of satisfaction. Her hands proceeded to open Vicky's robe. As they did so, the robe fell open, revealing Vicky's naked, near perfect body. Amanda was consumed with lust at the sight before her. She began to kiss Vicky again, systematically working down her neck and then to her breasts where she in turn, began to lick and suck her daughter's nipples, producing an equal moan of satisfaction from Vicky. While this was happening Vicky moved her hands to the zipper of her mother's skirt, loosening the garment. Amanda stopped her actions only for a moment as she moved hands to her hips and in one movement forced her skirt, tights and knickers from her body. Then, like a woman possessed, resumed her kissing and sucking. Both women were now engulfed in a passionate tide of lesbian emotion as their pussies and tits began to grind and the friction began to cause both lovers to experience a wave of sheer Sapphic euphoria as their love juices flowed uncontrollably. Breathless and exhausted, the naked lovers fell asleep. That morning, Vicky woke first. She shook her mother. "Come on mom, we've got to get to work." "Please Vicky, don't leave me," responded Amanda in a tired tone. "Mom, come on, into the shower, and I'll rub your back," she said this almost like she was dangling a carrot for her mother to bite. Amanda rose and both women enter the shower. The warm jets of water shocked Amanda out of her stupor. She began to soap herself as Vicky washed her back. Amanda turned and soaped and washed her daughter's back. She then placed her hands on Vicky's naked, wet hips and turning her round she knelt almost as if worshipping and then gently she began to lick Vicky's pussy. Vicky began to protest. "No Mom, we don't have time." Aaaargh she exclaimed as Amanda penetrated her clit, causing her to lose her will to resist and simply submit to her mother's gentle caresses. Amanda began to climb, licking and sucking on Vicky's body as she went and, reaching her breasts, she expertly and rhythmically wrapped her tongue around one nipple and licked and sucked with gentle care. She repeated the actions on the other breasts too, all the while, Vicky could only moan with a blissful joy. The women kissed each other passionately. Like the previous time in the shower, the were locked in deep Sapphic passion. This time they were not been watched or forced. This time they were true lovers. They both dressed and headed for work. Amanda's new relationship with Vicky, while it did not eliminate the pain of their situation, eased it somewhat. Indeed, Vicky was a source of emotional strength for Amanda. Perhaps this is what she intended. Despite her euphoric state of mind, she still could not forget Jeff and the mess her family was in. Despite everything she still loved her husband very much, even if he did not show it physically these last few years. When she returned home, Vicky was cooking dinner . They ate and chatted heartily and having consumed one too many bottles of wine, stumbled up the stairs to bed, Amanda's bed that is and despite their condition, resumed their lovemaking and finally fell asleep. For the next few days the pattern was repeated, without the wine. They were brought to earth, when on Thursday, two packages arrived, one for each of them. Amanda's package contained a blue cocktail dress that went only as far as her upper thighs. Also included was a skimpy, see through lace bra, very tiny matching thong ,and a black garter belt and stockings. Also included were instructions to wear nothing else and a disc. Amanda went to the living room and played it on the player. A picture flicked on. It was Jeff. This time he looked a little better, if tired. He was wearing tropical clothing. Judging by the background he was in a jungle area. He began to speak. "Hi honey. I'm sorry about this mess. I promise we will get through it. This is to let you know I am safe. Again I ask you to do as they request. We can and will get through this, I promise." The small man appeared. "Hallo, Mrs Collier. I see you received your packages. Follow your instructions implicitly and your husband will be safe. You will be contacted very shortly." With that the disc stopped. Amanda placed her hand to her mouth and was about to cry when Vicky put her hand around her distressed mother and comforted her. "Now Mom, you heard Dad. We have got to be strong." Ten minutes or so later, the phone rang. Amanda recognised the voice as the short man. "Ah Amanda, good. Mal will pick you both up at seven sharp tomorrow night. Remember wear only what you were sent . You will be gone for the weekend so bring a bag and remember, no police, you know what will happen." The phone went down. Amanda stood in silent shock for a moment. Vicky then spoke. "Mom, snap out of it." Amanda turned to her daughter and laid her tired head upon her shoulder. "Thank God you're here. I know I would simply go crazy." Vicky went to her room and emptied her package. It contained a grey tweed skirt and matching grey jacket. There was a white blouse and black round rimmed glasses. Included too were instructions to tie her hair in a tight bun and the same instructions, not to wear anything else. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw a complete stranger and yet there was something familiar about this. She could not pinpoint what but there was something familiar about it. Friday at seven, the doorbell rang. Amanda opened it and Mal stood there. Looking at both women, Mal exclaimed. "Good, you both followed instructions." Amanda in her short dress and Vicky in her tweed jacket and skirt were ushered into a black limousine with blacked out windows driven by a uniformed driver. "Where are we going?" asked Amanda. "You'll know when we get there. Just relax and enjoy the ride," responded Mal. After about ten minutes, they arrived at a small private airstrip . A private jet was on the runway apparently ready to take off. Mal alighted and signalled to Vicky to follow him. Amanda was about to move when Mal spoke. "You stay here." With that he led Vicky to the waiting plane. Amanda could see Mal was instructing her before she boarded the plane and it took off. What he had told Vicky was that she was to obey the "gentlemen" on board and do exactly as they wished. Failure to do so had serious consequences for her and her parents. Mal returned to the limo and looking at Amanda said, "Don't worry. She'll be safe. That I can promise. Whatever you may think of me and my boss, Mrs Collier , we don't go back on our word." There was a certain comfort in what Mal had said and yet there seemed a hidden warning too. They drove on for another hour or so until they arrived at an exclusive hotel. Mal got out and led Amanda into the foyer and then to then elevator that led to the penthouse suite. There two heavy built men guarded the door. They opened the door when they recognised Mal and let them both enter the room. They were greeted by a six foot young man with a German accent. He could not be more than thirty five. Certainly Amanda knew she was old enough to be his mother. "Ah, my escort, " he said. "As promised, your Excellency." responded Mal. With that Mal withdrew. Seeing her apprehension the German spoke to her in a gentle tone. "Fear not, dear lady. I'm no monster. I simply paid for a good night with a beautiful lady. Your presence has fulfilled half this. Now let us have dinner." He rang a bell and butler entered. "Franz, we will have dinner now." "Very good, your Excellency ," as he bowed respectfully. "You're puzzled by the way I am addressed?" "More curious," responded Amanda. "I am what you in your country would call an aristocrat in my home state. I am visiting here on business and I crave the companionship of a beautiful British lady while I'm here. Mr Lester was kind to procure me a very beautiful choice. You will dine with me?" Amanda was stunned. She did not expect to be wined and dined and certainly this man was tall, urbane and very handsome and charming. She nodded her assent. After a wonderful meal her host again rang the bell and the butler entered. "Franz, we will retire now." "Very good your Excellency. I will see to it you are not disturbed." He bowed respectfully and withdrew. Amanda's host opened a door that led to a bedroom and courteously allowed her to enter it and he followed. "A night cap?" he asked as he poured brandy into two separate glasses. Handing one to her he sipped his and Amanda did the same. Slow romantic music began to play as he gently kissed her on her lips. He gently, but firmly placed his hand around her head as his kiss evolved into a slow passionate and almost hypnotic sensation. Amanda did not want to submit ,but her host's charm was hypnotic as he proceeded to caress her neck and at the same time his free hand slid the zipper of her dress down in a slow, sensuous movement, that ,even if she had wanted too, she could not stop. She eased out of her dress revealing her sexy underwear and her long, slender , stocking encased legs all of which seemed to spur him on all the more as he continued gently kissing her neck and as he travelled to her shoulder, she shuddered with some excitement as he eased the bra strap down, repeating the same action to the opposite side and finally unsnapping the garment, releasing her already swollen assets. He gently eased her on to the bed. While still kissing and caressing her, he systemically and purposely undressed. He then, with great gentleness eased his hardened cock into her pussy and began rhythmically and with care to push in and out. Amanda was astonished at the feelings of lust that had developed in her. She felt like she had fallen in love for the first time and this young man had made her feel that youthful feeling she thought she would never thought have again. Her thoughts flew to her husband Jeff. She closed her eyes and imagined this was Jeff. "Oh Jeff, Jeff. If only it was like this." She was lost in a sexual heaven as he climaxed and her own orgasm erupted causing a sensation she had not had in years. With amazing reserves of energy he continued to lick and suck her nipples and then her flat stomach, the sensation of which drove her wild for more and made her wish her young lover would never end. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, they both fell asleep. In the meantime Vicky's adventure was much more wild. Having boarded the plane, she was guided by a man in a white jacket to the centre of the plane. It was like a combined bar and living room. She was beckoned to see and wait. Several moments later the door to the next compartment opened and four young women in their early twenties entered, laughing and giggling. One of them with blonde short hair moved forward and cried to the others. "Look ladies, our nemesis has arrived." "You're very welcome Ms. Connors," she said in a hateful tone. "You don't know how much we have been looking forward to this." She spat. It was then the penny dropped. The Miss. Connors they were referring to was Lucinda Connors, the notorious principal of St Gilda's Academy for girls in Blareton, just north of Hastings. Vicky herself was to go there but opted instead to work at the boutique.. She was reputed to be a lesbian cougar. She was even said to prey on her charges although no complaints were ever made public. So these girls were here to take their revenge. But how? Vicky found out soon enough. The blonde girl nodded to two of the girls and in a clearly prearranged move, they grabbed her arms and held her prisoner. "You terrorised me and my friends for the last four years, you lesbian bitch. Now we have graduated, we're the ones in charge. " A frightened Vicky tried to struggle but the blonde grabbed her hair and said, "No, you don't." The other girls went for her jacket and forced it open, making buttons fly. Then her blouse was torn open with a similar result. Her skirt and knickers and bra followed and she was carried, naked by the crazed , cheering girls into the room, where she was placed on the floor. The blonde girl had removed her pants and underwear and descended with her shaven pussy to Vicky's mouth saying, "You wanted this for so long, didn't you bitch? You didn't think you'd get it like this, did you? Gradually Vicky realised she was been tortured. A girl started licking her pussy and when she was on the verge of cumming, the girl would pull out and after the feeling of orgasm subsided, another girl would resume the torturous tonguing without been allowed to cum. In the same way too as she tongued the blonde's pussy, just as she seemed to be climaxing she rose and another girl descended upon her mouth in the same way. This continued until all four girls had had their turns. The blonde girl spoke again in a vengeful tone. "No Miss Connors. You will never taste our juices. You craved them for years but could not have them. What was really wrong with you was that you did not have a man. We decided to make this up to you." With that seven naked young men in their twenties appeared. Before Vicky could protest one of them drove his hardened rod deep into her mouth. Another hard cock entered her pussy. She was eased slightly to her right and another cock entered her arse. All three began to rhythmically pound her. As this was going on a mouth engulfed her nipple and another did the same to the opposite nipple. Her hands too, were seized and a giant hardened cock placed into each of them and she systematically rubbed and rubbed, while all the other cocks systematically rammed all her orifices. All this, while the almost crazed girls cheered and cheered. All the young men came together, causing an explosion of cum that practically covered her whole body. The girls were ecstatic with delight, while Vicky was exhausted and sore. Vicky was an experienced young woman but nothing prepared her for her lesbian gangbang, or being gangbanged by these seven studs and all thousands of feet in the air. It was novel if nothing else. At the nod of the blonde, all of them withdrew further up the plane. Only the blonde remained. Suddenly, the blonde's tone changed to one of apology. "I hope we did not hurt you. We will be landing in a few moments." She led Vicky to a narrow annex and shower. A fresh set of clothes were laid out. By the time she had dressed the plane had landed and when the door opened Vicky could see it was dawn. She had lost track of time. She had been pumped and tortured for hours. Suddenly, like shock, a fresh exhaustion hit her. The black limousine was waiting on the runway and she was ushered to it. Mal was in the back waiting. The car was covered up so she had no idea where she was or where she was going. After several hours driving the car stopped in front of a hotel and both Vicky an Mal alighted and entered the hotel. Mal led Vicky to the top suite without a word and said as they entered the room. " Get some sleep. You won't be disturbed." He gently closed the door. Vicky just kicked off her shoes, crashed on the bed and fell asleep. At about the same time Vicky Collier fell asleep, her mother, Amanda, in contrast awoke. Also in contrast to her daughter, Amanda felt young and energetic. Her young lover had seen to that. His charm, his hypnotic seduction and gentle love making had put her in erotic heaven. When she woke she instinctively placed her hand beside her to feel her lover. He was not there. Unsure of what to do, she rose from the king sized bed and went to the shower. As she was towelling a gentle knock came to the door. Placing a rich flowing robe over her elegant body she headed for the door. It was gently opened and a young maid about Vicky's age entered. She smiled and spoke English in a soft German accent and said, "His Excellency apologises. He has been called away on business. He left instructions that I help you dress and to tell you breakfast will be served whenever you wish." The maid then opened the wardrobe and at least twenty beautiful dresses were there. "His Excellency also instructed me to tell you to choose whatever you wish and keep it." Debt Repayment Ch. 02 Amanda was astonished. This was the last thing she expected. She picked a beautiful gold colour evening gown. The limousine arrived an hour later. Mal was in the front alongside the driver as she entered. After several hours driving, they arrived at a very expensive looking hotel in London. Amanda did not know it yet, but her daughter was also here, although they would not meet for some hours yet. Mal led Amanda to the third floor suite. He halted and turned to Amanda. "Your client is the son of a friend of my boss. He is celebrating his twenty first birthday. His wish is to be seduced by a beautiful mature woman. Do this right and my boss will be very grateful." ""My client?" "thought Amanda." "My God, have I plunged so low?"" Yet she knew she had no choice. Her husband's, daughter's and her own lives depended on it. She gently tapped at the door and it was opened by a handsome young man. He was well dressed and groomed and indeed, he looked like had come from a party. Placing her purse on the table and thinking of Mal's words, she walked to the standing young man and kissed him gently. Then like a cougar on the prowl, she pushed him on to the bed and placing her hands to her back pulled the zipper slowly, making sure he heard it descend down her body. She gently slipped the dress from her slim body and as it fell to the ground, revealing her very sexy underwear of see through lace. Her young client stared at her ample breasts and she could see he was already getting hard. She turned her back and unsnapped her bra, exposing her bare back. She turned, teasingly held the garment before she dropped it, revealing her very succulent breasts. Then, placing her hands to her hips, she eased her knickers down, revealing her shaven pussy. This sight alone seemed to spur the young man as he frantically got naked. When he lay on the bed, his cock was hard and huge. Amanda gently eased herself onto the young man and kissed him passionately, wrapping her tongue around his, creating a tingling sensation in his body. Amanda then eased his cock inside her. Slowly, patiently, she began to push in and out, gradually picking up speed and developing a rhythm that pleased both of them. Amanda could see that this young man was enjoying it. In truth, she was too, but she would never admit it. The sheer physical actions made them both moan and gasp for breath. Amanda was now in rapid speed. She began to perspire. Her love juices began to build. She could tell that the young man too, was beginning to cum. After what seemed like an eternal period, her juiced flowed like a dam bursting and the young man screamed ".Aaaargh "as his cum erupted inside her making her scream in exhilaration and joy. Although he had cum, the feel of the Amanda's warm sensuous body made him hungry for more as he began to lick her nipples, causing Amada to shudder in excitement. The young man knew exactly what he was doing, as he licked around her nipples and then with great care and gentleness sucked them with passion. He then kissed her luscious lips and she responded encouragingly as she again plunged her tongue into his mouth. She then kissed his neck and then his shoulder and in his excitement, he gripped the cheeks of her bare arse and squeezed. He then eased Amanda onto her back and again began to lick and suck her breasts. This time however, his tongue travelled down her mature, but trim body halting just outside her pussy. Once again the young man kissed her on the mouth. This time, to Amanda's relief, he began to weaken with exhaustion. He simply placed his arm around her naked body and said "Thank you," and after a period of restful silence, they gradually fell asleep. It was six thirty pm when Vicky awoke from a gentle shaking. She turned around when her eyes finally focused, she realised Mal was sitting on the bed. "You have been asleep for over twelve hours. I guess you needed it. There is something to eat on the tray here and fresh clothes on the chair. You have an assignment at nine, so get showered and freshen up." He got up and left the room. Collecting her thoughts, she remembered just crashing on the bed a sleeping, yet when she woke a quilt was around her. Was Mal showing a humane side? It didn't seem possible. Vicky rose, got undressed and entered the shower. Her thoughts focused on her mother. The affection that she felt for her mother was not just a mother daughter one but one of a physical nature too. Where was she? Was she safe? These questions flooded her mind as she showered. When she had finished and dried, she went to her fresh clothes. A white blouse, smart blue skirt and conservative plain underwear. Nothing risqué here. In fact it was what she would wear to work. Just as she put the finishing touches to her appearance, Mal knocked and entered. "Very nice." He said, with a smile. He led Vicky to the last room on the same floor and then turned to her and said. "An American business man called for a girl for the night. Do what ever he wishes. You know the score." Vicky knew the score alright. ""Do it or else? My God, she thought, how did it come to this? I'm no better than a call girl."" But as she had reminded her mother, she knew she had no choice. Vicky knocked at the door and a greying man in his mid fifties in a terry dressing gown opened it. He gestured her in. His body language of lust was unmistakeable. He signalled again in silence to undress. She did so. First her blouse, skirt, bra and knickers. He discarded his robe revealing his mature nakedness. He lay on the bed. Vicky, with some trepidation, went down on him intending to take his huge cock into her pussy but he grabbed her hair and made no mistake in letting her know what he wanted as he forced it into her mouth. Vicky began to suck and bob her head up and down, slowly at first and gradually built up speed, sucking in a corresponding rhythm. The man moaned in joy. He climaxed, causing his cum to explode in her mouth and flow all over mouth. She felt she was going to suffocate. He pushed Vicky on her back and began to suck with force on her nipples. He then began to lick around her firm breast, eventually dipping between her breasts and working his way down her naked and perfectly trim body, halting at her pussy and entered gently and licked both sides almost, but not quite, causing her to cum. He then plunged his cock deep inside her. With rapid strokes he pounded her, causing Vicky at first moan and as she finally came, scream with a mixture of relief and joy. They were both exhausted and welcomed the sleep that overtook them both. Amanda awoke to find her young lover still asleep and wrapped around her body. She gently eased him over on his side while she in turn rose easily from bed so as not to wake him. He moved, but settled back into a deep sleep. She looked at her watch. It was seven thirty am .Amanda went to the shower and began to clean and freshen up. She dressed in her gold coloured dress and just then a gentle knock came to the door and Mal entered. "Good you're dressed. Your daughter is waiting in the car. " Amanda looked at the young man peacefully sleeping. "He'll be alright. His father will see to that. I think I can say too that my boss will be very pleased." Amanda got into the limo and Vicky hugged her mother with joy. It was just after noon when they arrived at their home. Mal turned to them. "You will be contacted in the next week as regards assignments." "Haven't we done enough?" protested a weary Amanda. "Look Mrs Collier. The boss simply wants his money back and this is the only way you can get it. We'll be in touch." The limo pulled off. The two tired women entered the familiar surroundings of their house. Amanda sat in her room not knowing what to say or do next. After about an hour, Vicky knocked and then entered with a tray of sandwiches and tea. "Oh Vicky, what are we going to do?" Vicky responded "First off we are going to eat, then change for church and act like nothing is wrong. As far as everyone else is concerned Dad is away on business. Amanda knew Vicky was right of course. They must not draw attention. They changed into their Sunday dresses and drove to church. Although she had showered again, Amanda felt dirty. Her sexual deeds of this weekend came back to haunt her, especially since Reverend Jameson began his fire brand sermon condemning adultery and debauchery. Following the service, Amanda retired to her room. She declined to have lunch. She remained there for hours. Vicky finally could not take it any more and pounded on her mother's door and entered. Amanda looked up at her daughter, looking a little startled. "Now you listen to me Mom. Do you think you're the only one to feel guilty? Let me tell you what I had to endure." Vicky told her mother about her lesbian gang bang and then the male gang bang in mid air. All done in the name of revenge on a lesbian bitch. Then she told of how she felt like a cheap whore for an overweight American. Amanda was astonished. She then proceeded to tell Vicky about the handsome German noble man. How kind he was and especially what a wonderful lover he was. She also told her of the young man and how wonderful a stud he was in bed. All this started to turn them on again. Amanda could not help herself as her sense of morality was replaced by sheer lust as she planted a deep passionate kiss on her daughter's lips. She feared she would be rebuffed, but, on the contrary, Vicky responded like a woman who just threw everything to the wind and returned her kisses even more passionately. Both women undressed each other in a frenzy of lust. Almost as soon as their nude bodies connected with each other what seemed like and electric charge drove on. The sheer physical friction of their bodies made them moan louder and louder. Both women demanded more and more between breaths. Their orgasms caused them to scream ."Aaaaargh" together so loud, Amanda thought the roof would collapse. With them both perspiring and their juices expelled, Vicky in a breathless gasp said. "I love you, Mom." Amanda replied. "I love you too, Vicky." They held on to each other in a passionate clinch before finally falling asleep. To be concluded Debt Repayment Ch. 03 Two weeks had passed since Amanda and Vicky's sexual adventures. They did however, continue their own lesbian affair. They both continued life as far as normal although they both wondered about Jeff and the long silence. Then, one afternoon a small package arrived, addressed to Amanda. Upon opening it, she found another disc. Amanda placed the disc in the player and a picture appeared. It was Jeff. This time he looked fresher and in clean clothes. The surroundings were some kind of office. He began to speak. "Hallo Honey. This is to let you know I'm ok. They tell me they are pleased with you and the fact that you have done all that they ask. They also tell me that they have one more assignment for you to do and all will be well. Please Amanda, do as they request. I promise that we will work everything out. I love you very much and I miss you and Vicky." The small man then appeared. "Well Mrs Collier, you heard and saw your husband. So far you have kept your side of our bargain. This pleases me. This last assignment may be the most difficult for you. However, I'm confident you will both fulfil it. Do it and your debt will be considered paid in full. You will receive instructions shortly. I don't have to remind you of the consequences of non compliance." With that, the disc stopped. Amanda was no longer shocked at the messages. What she wondered though, was what they had in mind and what could be more difficult than been whored out. She showed Vicky this when she arrived home. "What on earth could have in mind now?" she asked. "I just don't know,", responded Amanda. "All we can do is wait and see." They did not have to wait long. When the phone rang on Thursday, Amanda recognised the voice as that of the short man. "Hallo Amanda. Mal will pick you both up at seven tomorrow night. You will both dress as you would when you are at work. Again I don't have to tell you to follow instructions implicitly. You will be away for the weekend and bring your passports." "What do you intend to do with us?" Amanda asked anxiously. "All in good time, Amanda. Do this and your debt to my firm will be paid and your husband will be safe." The phone went down. Friday evening came and both women were dressed as instructed. Amanda in her usual office outfit of white blouse, a blouse skirt that just went below her knees and black high heels. Vicky wore her yellow blouse and black striped skirt. It too was just below her knees. Both waited almost with bated breath and anxiety as to what they were getting into now. At seven the door bell rang. Amanda opened the door and Mal stood there in a very smart business suit. "Good evening ladies," he said in a courteous, if somewhat flippant manner. They entered the black limo and after a short drive arrived at the same airfield as before. This time both Amanda and Vicky boarded a private jet. "Where are we going? asked Amanda. "We're taking a little trip to Paris. Ever been to Paris?" "Yes, on my honeymoon," replied Amanda. "Oh, sorry about that," answered Mal in an apparent sympathetic tone. The rest of the journey was done in silence. By the time they landed it was already night. They transferred to another waiting black limo and were driven through the Parisian streets. They stopped at a hotel and Mal got out and instructed Vicky to come with him. They entered the foyer and Mal showed the receptionist some kind of card. She in turn rang a bell and, in French, instructed the young uniformed boy to lead them to a very large function room. They did not go in, but Vicky could see a large gathering of men seated and chattering. They looked like they were waiting in anticipation of something. What Vicky didn't know was, she was that something. Mal led her to a room and explained. "Those men out there are business men, associates of my boss. They have paid good money to see you strip." Vicky was startled. "But I.." Mal cut her off. "Remember what I told you before. Do this right and your debt is paid. Don't, and all your lives are forfeit." Vicky shuddered. She knew she had know choice. Unknown to her parents, she had stripped only once before. That was for her last boyfriend's eighteenth birthday. He had tricked her into believing it was between them but then he and some of his friends gangbanged her. She swore she would never go out with boys again. Now she was being blackmailed to strip in front of these dirty old men. She felt sick. "One other thing. The leader expects a good night privately later," said Mal, with a grin. "When the knock comes to the door, you're on." Mal left the room. Vicky was almost in tears, made worse by the sound of the lustful male voices she could hear in the background. She had her hands in her face when the knock came. She opened the door and a young French man led her to the stage. The curtain was down and a young woman explained that they expect to see everything off. Vicky was petrified. The drum roll, the male chattering, both combined to make her nervous. Nonetheless Vicky thought of Mal's words and finally resolved to do what she had to do. The drum roll started again and this time the curtain slowly rose. The cheering, the cat calls and wolf whistles became louder. Although she was scared, Vicky seemed to lose her inhibitions as sensual strip music began. She began her striptease by swaying her hips and slowly, teasingly, unbuttoned her yellow blouse, exposing her black lace bra. For some reason, instead of dropping the blouse to the ground, she flung the garment into her lustful audience, almost causing a fight. Then she turned her back and, looking over her shoulder in a smile, slowly eased the zipper of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her black knickers encased in her flesh coloured tights. Vicky swung in a pirouette and faced her audience giving them a teasing smile. She again turned her back and teasingly placed her hands to the clip and for a second halted. The men shouted like adolescent schoolboys, "Off, off, off." several times over. This seemed to act as a spur to Vicky as she unclasped her bra and again flung it at the lusty men. When she turned to face them, still smiling the cheering and wolf whistles were almost deafening as the men saw her bare, perfect breasts. Indeed, she could see some of these men licking their lips and some had their tongues hanging out. Vicky placed her hands to her hips, and with another smile eased her knickers and tights to the floor and stepped out of them, to the ecstatic delight of the men as her shaven pussy came into view. Vicky walked up and down, teasingly, continuing her false smile. As the curtain went down, the young French woman placed a soft robe around Vicky's nude but beautiful body and led her to her room. As she began to dress in her spare clothing, the young French woman knocked and opened her door. She had retrieved her skirt, which Vicky placed in her bag. She was then led by her to a suite at the top of the hotel. With a gentle tap, the French woman opened the door. A tall, lean man stood there and waved to the woman to leave. Vicky knew by now what was expected. Her "Client" was wearing a very rich looking silken robe. He walked over to Vicky's side kissed her gently on her neck, causing her to tremble with some excitement. He placed his hand under her top and it travelled up her slim body, halting at her bra, as he squeezed her breast gently, which in turn, caused Vicky to moan. His other hand lowered the zipper of her fresh skirt, allowing it to freefall to the ground, revealing her plain, white knickers. She did not protest. Despite his maturity, he was gentle and almost loving in his movements. As he lifted her top, Vicky simply raised her arms to allow him freedom to do as he wish, such was the extent of her submission. He eased her bra straps from her shoulders and finally unclasped the plain garment, allowing it to fall to the floor. Finally, using both hands, he gently eased her knickers to the ground and beckoned her to lie on the bed. He discarded his robe, revealing his naked, mature but surprisingly, well toned body. His cock was hard and huge. He descended gently, kissing her on her young mouth, then her neck, her shoulder and finally to her perfect breasts. He systematically licked and sucked, sucked and licked, all the while, building a euphoric excitement in Vicky, she not had with any man. Only her Mom had made her feel this good. When he finally inserted his hardened cock, it was with such gentleness, that she hardly felt it. He thrust to and fro, also gently. Vicky was in a euphoric sexual heaven. She could not believe that she would feel anything like this with any man. She moaned and then screamed in joy as he came and she had, what was to her, the perfect orgasm. Exhausted both by the rigours of travel and exertions, she fell asleep. *********** In the meantime, Amanda had been driven to a dark side of Paris. It looked forbidden. One would think it was the underworld. They reached an old chateau type building. Like the rest of the area, it looked creepy, like something out of a Halloween story. Amanda went to the huge door and as she was about to knock it opened slowly, with a creak that sent a shudder down her spine. There was no one at the door but she entered and just as suddenly as it opened, the door closed, with that same creaking sound only this time there was a bang that echoed through the hall. The hall itself was medieval in appearance. The passage was lit with torches hanging from the walls. Amanda was suddenly awoken from her thoughts by the crack of a whip, that landed just beside her and angry sounding female voice called out. "Who dares to enter the domain of Queen Cassandra?" Amanda turned and saw a woman clad in thigh high boots, leather shorts, leather bra with holes exposing her nipples and a tiara crowning her golden hair. She had to be six foot six. She could be mistaken for an Amazonian Queen. "How dare you enter my domain in such clothes." Before Amanda could respond, the "Queen" cracked the whip again and shouted, "Guards!!". Two young Women in their early twenties appeared, dressed only in leather, covering only their breasts and lower front. They knelt in adoration and said in unison. "Yes mistress?" "Seize her, strip her." They rose. They gently, but firmly took hold of Amanda, as they began to undress her. Her experiences of the past weeks had taught her to play along without question. Besides, for some reason, she felt excited as her blouse and skirt were removed simultaneously and as her full slip was eased over her head, she simply submitted. These women clearly experts in this. Her plain bra, knickers and tights were finally discarded. As she stood before the "Queen", she could see that she was being surveyed by lustful female eyes. The "Queen" prodded her ample breasts with the handle of her whip, moving it slowly down her slim, mature body. Then the "Queen" spoke. "Take her to the chamber." The two women, like guards leading the condemned to execution, led their "prisoner" into another room. In here, there was what looked like a medieval rack. Amanda was tied, spread eagled to this rack. Her arms were shackled to their maximum and her long, slender legs were tied far enough apart to expose her shaven pussy. A ball gag was then placed in her mouth. The "Queen" then fondled Amanda's beautifully ample breasts and exclaimed "Wonderful." She then turned to Amanda and spoke directly to the bound woman. "Slave, you are here for one purpose and one purpose only. That is to serve my every whim. Do you understand, slave?" Amanda nodded , trying to speak through the gag, but all that could be heard was "Mmmm". The "Queen" nodded to the two slaves and Amanda was released from the rack and forced to her knees. Amanda looked up and saw that the "Queen's" shorts were gone and her face was forced to the woman's trimmed pussy. "Do your job well , Slave," as Amanda began to slowly lick and suck. Experience with Vicky had thought her how to prolong the pleasure for both of them. She would slowly lick one side, then the other and then the centre, at equal intervals, being careful not to cause and early orgasm and at the same time not to seem torturous. The "Queen" began to moan. She exhaled "Ahhh" in several short intervals, revealing her great pleasure. Barely able to speak, she called on her slaves, "Pleasure me," and each of them took a breast and licked and sucked, much to their mistress's great pleasure. When it was no longer possible to contain her pleasure, the "Queen" climaxed with such euphoric excitement , that her screams of joy echoed all over house. "You have done well, slave," said her mistress, then turning to her slaves she added. "Take to her to my bedchamber." Once again, Amanda, escorted by her guards, was led to another room, this time with a king sized bed, with a four poster canopy and laid on her back. Her mistress entered too, this time totally nude and at the same time another door opened and a six foot seven man entered. He too was nude and had a huge hard on. "Welcome, my husband," her mistress said to the man. Amanda should not have been shocked but she was. Was he really her mistress' husband? The tall, naked man then went over to Amanda and gently and began to kiss her, moving down her beautiful, mature body, licking and sucking her wonderful breasts, moving further down and licking and sucking her pussy and clit. All the while this was happening Amanda experienced pleasure beyond believe and moaned with great joy. Then as if to smother her moans, her mistress descended and forced her pussy to Amanda's mouth. Amanda knew what to do. She carried out the same careful rhythm giving the same pleasure. At the same time the man inserted his hard cock into her pussy and drove with equal rhythm, causing Amanda to cum in an enormous orgasm. She was then gently turned on her side and the man now inserted his cock into her arse and with rhythmic strokes pounded her. She was now facing her mistress who began to kiss her luscious lips and then proceeded to her breasts, sucking and licking. Her mistress knew exactly how to pleasure a woman too. Amanda was receiving the benefit of this woman's experience. Amanda's excitement was far beyond anything she had ever experienced with Jeff. The man finally climaxed, releasing a yell of satisfaction. By this time all three were totally exhausted and all three gradually fell asleep. ****** Vicky woke to the sound of moving traffic. Her middle aged lover was still asleep. She glanced at her watch and saw it was seven thirty. She showered and dressed in her fresh clothes. She donned a fresh blue blouse and matching blue skirt. She opened the room door and along came Mal. It was almost is if he knew she was ready. He spoke to her in a kindly fashion. "Come on downstairs. You probably haven't eaten." It was then it hit her that she was hungry. She had not eaten for many hours. She was puzzled too by Mal. On one hand he was a vicious thug and on the other he seemed to show compassion. Vicky could not understand it. She breakfasted with him in silence. Mal then spoke. "Your debt is almost paid. There is just one more task for you both." Vicky spoke for the first time. "We were told it was the most difficult. Why is that?" "You'll find out soon enough," came Mal's response. Vicky could see he was uncomfortable. "Why do you do this?", she asked. "Because your father owes my boss a lot of money." ,he retorted. "That's not what I meant." ,replied Vicky. "I know what you meant. Just have your breakfast," trying at the same time not to seem angry. Vicky had hit a raw nerve and she knew it too. "Where's my Mom?" she asked. "She will join us shortly," came the response as he glanced at his watch. Earlier that same morning, Amanda Collier awoke to an unusual sensation. Her nipples and breasts were being lovingly sucked and caressed. Moreover, her pussy was receiving a gentle tonguing. She kept her eyes closed in the hope of prolonging this wonderful feeling. Eventually however, she was so overwhelmed she moaned with joy. "Ah, our plaything is awake, my husband," came the voice of her mistress in a regal tone. "Come, my pet," as she led a naked Amanda to the shower by the hand. All three entered as the steamy jets cascaded and struck their naked bodies. Amanda began to soap herself but her mistress insisted that she soap her instead. This, Amanda did. She soaped and fondled the woman's ample breasts. Her mistress then jerked her own head forward and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Before Amanda could respond, her mistress suddenly knelt and gently holding Amanda's slender hips, she drove her tongue into her pussy began to drill her with wonderful rhythm. It was almost as if she was being thanked for services rendered. At the same time, the man gently caressed her soapy, wet breasts and gently and passionately her neck and naked shoulders. The combination of these actions caused Amanda to orgasm in an enormous eruption. She dried and got dressed as instructed, in her own clothes and was led to the door by the two slaves. Once again, it opened with a ghostly creak. This time however, daylight was here. As she left the door closed again. Almost as though on cue, the limo arrived and Amanda entered. The small man was there. "You did well, Amanda. There is just one more to fulfil and all will be paid." "What have we to do?", she asked anxiously. "All in good time.", he responded. "You're scaring me.", she said. "No need to be scared. Trust me." Amanda knew she had no choice. They arrived at the hotel just after noon. Mal and Vicky were waiting in the lounge. Vicky ran to her mother and gave her a hug. "Mom.", she cried. They were led to the top suite in the hotel. The small man spoke. "Alright, this is the deal. Do what you are instructed this afternoon and all debts will be cleared. Your husband, too, will be safe." "What do you want us to do?" demanded Amanda. "You give us a lesbian show, with nothing held back. Myself and some friends will be watching. If you please us. All debts will be cancelled." Although Amanda knew she should not be shocked, she was. "We can't do that. We...". Amanda trailed off. "You've done it before," replied the small man. "Yes, but..." Vicky interrupted. "Wait a minute Mom." Then she turned to the small man, "If we do this, how do we know you'll keep your word about the debt and my father's safety. He turned to Mal and Mal spoke. "As I explained to your mother, Vicky, we always keep our word. It's bad for business if we don't." "Vicky, we can't do this." "We've got to Mom. We can clear everything and Dad will be safe. We've done it before." "Yes," replied Amanda, "But never with an audience. It isn't right." "Mom, we can and must do this. Just let we guide you and everything will fall into place." Listening to her daughter, a dejected Amanda reluctantly conceded. "We'll do it.", said Vicky. "Excellent, we expect the show to begin at three.", responded the small man. ****** The two women, dressed in their work attire of blouse and skirt sat for a few moments on the bed. Vicky spoke, "Mom, listen to me. Let me seduce you. Just pretend there is no one else. As far as we are concerned, we're making love in a hotel room. Trust me. It'll be fun. Just relax." They were both standing when Vicky planted a passionate kiss on Amanda's red lips. A nervous Amanda responded, driving her tongue into her daughter's mouth. As their mouth locked, a gentle moaning of "mmmmm.", could be heard. "I love you Mom." said Vicky as she eased her mother on the bed. Amanda's leg arched on the bed and her skirt fell back, revealing her beautiful, nylon covered thighs. Vicky continued to kiss her passionately on her lips, her face and her neck as she proceeded unbutton Amanda's blouse and gently swung it open, revealing her plain white bra. She took her mother's hands and gestured her to unbutton her own blouse. Both women rose to discard their garments followed by their bras. Eventually having shed their skirts, tights and knickers, they resumed their love making in a blazing fury. The rubbing together of their breasts and pussies generated a frenzied lust and the began to moan heavily. Debt Repayment Ch. 03 Vicky began to gently suck gently on Amanda's nipples and caressed her outer breast with her tongue, causing a sensation in Amanda that almost made her scream with joy. Amanda then turned her daughter on her back and began the same actions, causing the same reactions. This time however, Amanda surprised her daughter by turning around and placed herself in a sixty nine position and began with great expertise, began to lick her daughter's clit. Vicky responded with equal expertise, and soon both naked, beautiful women began to breath heavily as they heaved to give each the maximum amount of pleasure. They soon forgot their audience and were consumed in lesbian lust. Amanda temporarily halted. "Oh Vicky, I love you," she murmured as she could feel her love juices slowly gather and build and finally erupt, making Amanda scream an almost triumphal "Yes" as she finally came. Vicky too, was euphoric as she climaxed almost at the same time, producing a scream of deep, Sapphic satisfaction. They both lay on the bed breathless and clinging to one another. After a very short respite, Amanda gestured to Vicky, "Come on. Let's get cleaned up." "Sure Mom," came Vicky's response with a hint of mischief in her voice. Both women entered the shower and almost at once began to caress, lick and suck all over again, while the tiny streams of steamy water lashed their naked flesh and both began to climax again to their mutual joy. They dried each other lovingly and finally dressed. There they waited, wondering ,like contestants in a talent show, how well they had done. What they did not know was that twenty business men had paid a large sum to see a live lesbian show, but not any lesbian show, it had to be a real mother and daughter tryst. The money paid more than the twenty five thousand pounds interest they owed. The door to their hotel room opened and the small man and Mal entered. "That was a wonderful show ladies. I liked the shower scene. It was a nice touch," said the small man. Amanda was livid. She thought at least they would have had that privacy. However, she remained silent. "Now, you have a plane to catch." "What about my husband?" Asked Amanda, angrily. "On his way home. Your debt is now cleared. He will be with you on Monday." Both Amanda a Vicky boarded the private jet. After landing in the small airport near Hastings and a car drive, they arrived home at ten. Both were exhausted, but relieved. Vicky made them some tea and they sat and talked. "Oh Vicky, what have we done?" "We've saved Dad. That's what we've done." "Yes, but at what cost?" "Well, it's over now and Dad will be home soon. There's one consolation out of all this." "What's that?" Asked Amanda. "We have each other," and landed a kiss on her mother's cheek. As if mesmerised, Amanda moved as Vicky led her upstairs to her bedroom. Vicky kissed Amanda passionately and Amanda responded with another passionate kiss. As if engulfed in a craze of lust, both women stripped each other with a frenzy, not stopping until they were naked. They forgot their exhaustion as Vicky pushed Amanda on the bed and they began to make passionate love, halting only to catch their breaths. Their kissing each other, their licking and sucking of each other's breasts and their licking of each others pussies combined to produce enormous moans and screams of ecstatic joy. Vicky exclaimed, "Oh yes, Mom. Keep going, keep going," she begged." Amanda screamed "Oh Vicky, It's wonderful. Please, darling, more." They finally climaxed together, much to their mutual delight. They lay in bed together for a short while until finally falling asleep. ****** The following morning Vicky woke first. She showered and dressed. She made breakfast and woke her mother. A groggy Amanda sat up and took the tea Vicky handed her. She sipped it and said. "Oh Vicky, that was a wonderful night." "Yes Mom, it was wonderful," as she held her mother's hand. "Why don't you shower and get dressed for church? We have plenty of time for more if you want it. Don't forget tomorrow is a holiday. No work," she said, with a roguish grin. Amanda had forgotten. It was a holiday tomorrow. They went to church as normal and the day passed slowly for both. That night however, they made love in Amanda's bed before sleeping together. The following morning Amanda woke first and showered. Jeff would be home today and she had plans of her own. Although it was a holiday, she knew some shops in Hastings were open, especially one she had in mind. Vicky woke a little later and found her mother gone. Thinking she was still in the house, she called out, but there was no answer. She showered and went downstairs and found a note on the table from her mother telling her she had gone shopping. "What on Earth could she be shopping for? After all, the fridge was full. Amanda arrived home just in time for dinner. Vicky had cooked it up. They sat and chatted about events. "Mom, what are we going to tell Dad?" "The truth.", replied Amanda. "About us too?" "What do you think we should do?" "Well, I was thinking we could keep our relationship from him and work around things, kind of." You mean deceive him?" "Only until we know what is best for all three of us." "I don't know Vicky. I don't like it." "Look Mom, we love each other, don't we?" "Oh, you know we do, sweetheart," putting her hand on Vicky's. "You love Dad too, don't you?" An uneasy Amanda replied. "Yes, I do." "There's no need to be hesitant, Mom. I understand. That's why I suggest we carry on our loving. He does not have to know." "What do you suggest we do?" "You work part time. My hours at the boutique are flexible. Between the two we can work out a schedule. You'll have the best of both worlds." "Are you sure that's what you want?" asked Amanda. "I can cope with it if you can." replied Vicky. Amanda kissed Vicky on the cheek. "Oh you are a wonderful daughter." Vicky took her hand. "You know, I told you this is a holiday. We have time to kill." Hand in hand, they went to Vicky's room, and, frantically undressing each other, they made love as if it was their last time. At six, they showered and dressed. As they were preparing tea, the door opened and Jeff stood there, weary, but otherwise none the worse for wear. The two women ran and hugged him. "Jeff" shouted Amanda, with joy. "Dad" shouted Vicky, with equal joy. They led him to the couch. There he sat down and explained how he had been abducted by two men and driven to a secret location and interrogated by some of Lester's goons, demanding repayment. When they finally accepted that he did not have it Jeff had to agree to smuggle drugs through his cover of business travel. It took him to South East Asia, South America and finally back home in Britain. He made several trips. He was sure the value of the drugs had hauled in these trips exceeded the quarter of a million pounds he owed but he was in no position to argue. Amanda began to explain nervously about what herself and Vicky endured, not mentioning their own affair. Jeff was shocked. He almost began to cry. "Oh girls, I had no idea," and buried his head and sobbed. Amanda comforted her husband. "No Jeff, it's alright. It's all over now. You're tired. Why don't you go to bed?" All of a sudden, Jeff did feel exhausted. He rose and headed upstairs. Amanda followed him shortly. To her surprise, Jeff was lying on the bed in his striped pyjamas, dark rimmed glasses and reading. Amanda paused and then thought, ""Well Jeffery Collier, if you think for a moment that things will resume normal service after what me and Vicky have been through, you are in for one rude awakening."" She headed for the en suite bathroom and opened her shopping. When she completed what she wanted to do, she placed a silk robe on and then went to Vicky's room. She knocked gently and entered. Vicky was already in bed and Amanda sat down beside her. "Vicky, I know we spoke about it earlier, but I need to tell you something. No matter what happens tonight between myself and your father, it won't change how I feel about you. Ok?" Vicky looked at her mother and slightly pulled at the woman's robe and peering inside. She gave her mother a peck on the cheek and said. "Sure Mom, have fun," with a sly grin. Amanda's cheeks reddened. She got up and hesitated. "Well go on girl." ,her daughter said encouragingly with a smile. Amanda entered her bedroom and stood there looking at Jeff .He was about to speak when Amanda opened her robe and it dropped to the ground. Jeff was speechless. His wife stood before him in a leopard skin type bikini outfit. The top was low cut, revealing her wonderful breast line. She was wearing matching bottoms that barely covered her pussy and certainly little else. It was only milliseconds, but Jeff surveyed his beautiful wife. Her long, slender legs, her symmetrical hips, her flat, smooth stomach, her very ample breasts, her milk white broad shoulders, complemented by her black hair, made Jeff imagine that he was looking at an Olympian goddess. Indeed, it made him hard. He did not have time to think any more as Amanda, like lioness, pounced on her prey. It was like decades of sexual energy had built inside Amanda as she kissed her husband, with a craze of lust, ripping her leopard top without thought, exposing her perfect breasts. Jeff too, exploded into sexual action. It was as if he had only realised at this moment what a sexual attraction his wife really was. He eased his manhood gently inside his wife and methodically pumped with care. Amanda was amazed at his gentleness. She was reminded of her German lover only weeks before as she closed her eyes and imagined it was him. Then she was startled when, as if reading her mind, Jeff whispered in her ear between deep breaths, "Don't worry dear, I promise it will be like first time love." In her room, Vicky was reading. She heard the sound of her parents' love making. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. She put her book on her side table and began use her sex toys. She closed her eyes and imagined her body being ravaged. Jeff and Amanda Collier's love making continued late into the night. The End.