0 comments/ 53894 views/ 10 favorites Marcie's Mother-in-Law By: RavenSSS Dear readers, I asked for plots from you for stories that you would have written but didn't have the time or opportunity to write. The following is one result of that request. I hope that what I have written qualifies for what the reader would like to see in print. ********* The reader's plot: How about a story where a mother seduces her daughter-in-law and then dominates her. Not full out BDSM but subtle dominance almost like mind control over her. One of the things the daughter-in-law is reminded to herself everyday is her pussy is hairless not for her husband, not for herself, but to keep her mother-in-law happy. Also she has to be at her mother-in-laws beck and call. When she's over to her mother-in-laws she's only allowed to wear panties or some lingerie that she's instructed to wear. Marcie's Mother-in-Law Eighteen, recently graduated, and married just two weeks to her high school sweetheart, Marcie was overwhelmed by what was expected of her as a new wife. Her forty two year old, divorced mother, Francine, had already been making demands on her. Marcie's new husband, Frank, was no help. Marcie discovered a little too late that he was under his mother's thumb, didn't stand up to her, and meekly did as he was told. Marcie received a phone call from Frankie (Francine's nickname), at eight o'clock in the morning, minutes after Frank left for work, demanding that Marcie drop everything and come to Frankie's house four blocks away. Marcie sighed, and resigned herself to having to say 'how high' when Frankie said 'jump'. Marcie drove the four blocks, muttering to herself about the inconvenience. As she walked through the door, Frankie snapped, "From now on, come to the kitchen door. I don't want you tracking through my clean living room." "Yes, Frankie, I will do that from now on." "Another thing, Marcie, I am now your mother and older than you. Before you and Frank were married, it was okay for you to call me Frankie, but you will call me 'Ma'am' from now on. Do you understand?" "Yes, Fra- Ma'am. I understand." "Now Marcie, I don't know how clean your dress may be, so I want you to remove it before you sit down on my furniture." "But Fra – Ma'am, all I have under it is a pair of panties, not even a bra. I'd be uncomfortable wearing only my panties in front of you." "I couldn't care less if you are comfortable or not. Take the dress off or get out of my house. Frank will learn of this insubordination." "Okay, okay. I'll take it off. There. Are you satisfied?" Marcie pulled the dress over her head and folded her arms in front of her breasts. She started to sit down, but Frankie told her that she hadn't given her permission to sit down yet. Marcie rolled her eyes and stood there waiting. "Take your arms away from your tits. Do you think they are something special? What are they, A cups? No wonder you don't wear a bra. You have nothing to hold up. And those flimsy cotton briefs you're wearing, they hardly cover your ass. Don't you have any decent underwear?" "Ma'am, these are the best I can afford. Frank hasn't given me any money for clothes." "My son works very hard for his money. Why do you think he should be giving you any to waste on frivolous clothing? Where is your money?" "Ma'am, I just graduated from high school. I don't have any money of my own. As you must know, I'm an orphan and lived with foster parents until Frank and I got married. What little money I earned working after school went to my foster home for my upkeep. I have nothing of my own." "Well, in that event, you'll earn what you need for clothes and such. In fact, that's why I want you to come here every morning after Frank leaves. You'll help me around the house. Now, I want you to help me clean out the refrigerator. You can start by taking everything out of it, and then we'll scrub it down and finally put everything back. I have to make a phone call, but you can start without me. I won't be long." "But Ma'am, Frank expects me to have the little house that we're renting to be spotlessly clean by the time he gets home." "Don't argue with me, Marcie. You'll have plenty of time for that, grocery shopping, and fixing his dinner by the time you leave here. Now start with that refrigerator, now." Frankie watched Marcie's bottom as the girl bent over, took something out and placed it on the kitchen table. She watched the flimsy panties flex and relax and the plump butt cheeks jiggle with each effort. After about five minutes, she yawned and headed for her bedroom. About two hours later, Marcie finished with the refrigerator. Frankie had not come back to help. Marcie went to tell Frankie she was finished and was about to knock on Frankie's door. The door was slightly ajar, and she could see Frankie asleep on the bed. She was about to turn, dress and go home, but something woke Frankie, and she told Marcie to come in to her bedroom. "I'm finished, Ma'am. Is it okay if I go home?" "Are you mocking me, twit? I'll let you know when you can leave. Now, I want you to do something else for me. I have a bad back, and you are going to give me a back massage." Frankie turned over on her stomach and waited for Marcie to begin with the rubdown. Marcie tried to figure out how to give Frankie a back rub while standing at the side of the bed. "Ma'am, I can't reach you while you're in the middle of the bed. Could you move over to the edge." "Are you dense, twit? Get up on the bed. Do I have to explain everything to you? Are you too dumb to figure things out for yourself?" Marcie got on the bed and began rubbing Frankie's back. She was amazed at how soft and smooth her skin was. She was also surprised at what a good figure Frankie had. "Twit, you have to use oil to massage me. There's some on the nightstand just to your right. And you can't do it right from where you are. Sit on my ass. Then you can reach up to my shoulders." Marcie straddled Frankie's buttocks and poured a little oil on her back. She felt like she was sitting on a foam rubber pillow. Frankie had a pneumatic bottom. It wasn't very wide, but it jutted out like J Lo's. After fifteen minutes, Frankie said, "That's enough there, twit. Do my ass and thighs, now. Use more oil. Please think for yourself. Don't make me think of everything." Marcie tried to figure out how to massage Frankie's butt and thighs without getting oil on her apparently expensive panties. Finally, in exasperation, Frankie said, "Pull the damned things off, twit. Jeez." Marcie felt so belittled and embarrassed that she wanted to cry. Frankie lifted her midsection and Marcie pulled off her panties. She noticed that Frankie had no hair in her butt crack or protruding from her groin. She began to massage Frankie's bottom, digging her fingertips into the woman's yielding flesh. The harder she probed, the more Frankie seemed to enjoy it. She moaned and hmmmed a little. Finally, she said, "Enough. Do my thighs." And moved her legs together. Marcie rubbed her outer thighs from her knees to her hips until Frankie moved her legs far apart and said, "Inside thighs now, twit." Marcie started between her knees and worked up toward the older woman's crotch. She could feel her face begin to get hot as she got closer to Frankie's pussy. She began to hyperventilate, as she rubbed closer to the V of Frankie's body. She stopped just short of touching Frankie's genitals. "I'll tell you when to stop, twit. Keep going. Wait. Never mind. I'm turning over." She turned over on her back and stretched her arms above her head. Her large C or D cup breasts sagged a little but were surprisingly firm. Her narrow waist belied, in Marcie's youthful mind, her advanced age. Her pubic hair was missing. Evidently, she shaved or had it waxed. Marcie had never had her own soft, downy hair removed, and she felt somewhat chagrined that she was still hairy 'down there'. "Start with my shoulders and work downward. You can be a bit rougher than before. Your fingers are small and aren't very strong." Marcie spent as much time as possible on Frankie's shoulders to put off moving to her breasts. When she couldn't put it off any longer, she brushed past them and began rubbing the woman's waist. Frankie nearly exploded. "You little cunt, how dare you bypass my tits. Now, you'll spend double the time massaging them. You better do a great job, or you'll spend the rest of the day working on them. Do them right or else." Irritated by Frankie's tone and demands, Marcie dug her fingers into the woman's breasts and squeezed and kneaded them as hard as her strength allowed trying to make the woman say stop. That didn't happen. Frankie just moaned again and even raised her chest into Marcie's fingers. When that didn't work, Marcie began twisting and pinching Frankie's nipples. To no avail, as Frankie placed her hands on Marcie's and pulled them harder against her breasts and nipples. Finally, the woman heaved a strong sigh, took another deep breath, and told Marcie to move down to her inner thighs and work upwards. By this time, Marcie's hands were numb from exertion and she was unable to dig her fingers into Frankie's pliant flesh. She stopped just short of touching the woman's pussy, and Frankie swore at her again. "If your fingers are too tired, I'm going to hold your face in my crotch and use it to massage me. Make up your mind. Which do you want to do?" Marcie broke down and began to sob. Frankie exclaimed, "Oh crap, you damned little crybaby, get away from me. Get out of here. Go home and suck off your husband or something. But get this, twit. You better be here by eight fifteen tomorrow morning prepared to do some work AND do a better job massaging me – until I'm well satisfied. Now go." Marcie ran from the room, hurriedly put on her dress and drove home through her tears. What could she do? What would she do? She was at Frankie's mercy, and she couldn't even discuss it with Frank. It was too embarrassing and, anyway, he'd just side with his mother. He might even call her a liar. The next morning at eight twenty, Marcie entered her mother's home. Frankie called out to her from the kitchen, "Twit, you better have your dress off when you come in here, or you'll be very sorry. And what did I tell you about going around back to the kitchen door?" Marcie took her dress off and went into the kitchen. Frankie, dressed in a housecoat, was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "Well, twit, you took your sweet old time getting here. We're going to wash windows today, or you're going to wash windows. I have something else to do. When you're finished, you better be prepared to give me a better massage than you did yesterday or Frank will hear how you're wasting my time." Frankie showed the girl where the short stepladder and the detergent were and left the kitchen. An hour later, she returned and checked Marcie's efforts. "Twit, you've gotten your panties all wet. I don't want you catching pneumonia. Take them off." "But Ma'am, I have to stand in front of the windows to wash them. What if the neighbors see me nude? It's bad enough that my breasts aren't covered?" "And that will bother me, how? Do it or I'll rip those rags off you, and you can use them to clean the windows." "May I wear something when I go outside to wash the other side of the windows?" "Hell no. Well, okay, I have a plastic raincoat you can put on. A hell of a lot of good that'll do you, though. It's transparent, but you'll have something on." She laughs and goes to her bedroom. Marcie drags out washing the windows, hoping it'll be time to go home, and Frankie will forget the massage. She hangs a towel down her back, so she won't appear naked and washes the outside of the windows. It's afternoon before she finishes and asks Frankie if she can leave. Frankie stares at her, nods, and says, "Yes, bitch, as soon as you take care of me." Marcie is crestfallen, but follows Frankie into the bedroom, resigned to doing what the woman wants. She is determined not to let Frankie break her spirit, but she knows she can't depend on her husband to help her. Frankie looks at Marcie's pubic mound and makes a face. "We've got to do something about that ugly fur you have between your legs, twit, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow." Frankie grabs a handful of Marcie's pubic hair and pulls up until the girl is on her tiptoes. Then she increases the pull. She holds Marcie like that for a minute and then lets go. There are tears in Marcie's eyes. Marcie sits on Frankie's ass again very aware of her naked bottom against the older woman's fleshy orbs. She rubs and pounds the woman's shoulders and back trying to hurt Frankie but only manages to excite her more. She pummels Frankie's ass until her fists ache, but again only increases Frankie's arousal. She digs her fingers into Frankie's inner thighs until she hears her panting and gasping for breath. Marcie realizes that liquid is pouring from Frankie's pussy, and she can smell the woman's vaginal secretions. The scent is turning her on, too. She starts crying again, softly, so Frankie can't hear her. When Frankie turns over on her back, Marcie bypasses her shoulders and batters the woman's breasts, twists her nipples and pulls as hard as she can. She doesn't seem to be able to hurt Frankie and make her tell Marcie to stop. \ Frankie reaches up and grabs Marcie and pulls the girl down on top of her, grinds her pelvis into Marcie's groin, grunts, grits her teeth, gasps and lets out a long gush of air. Marcie's loins and legs are soaked. She lies there on top of Frankie, not daring to move lest the woman start grinding into her genitals again. Frankie finally pulls Marcie's face to hers and forces her tongue into the girl's mouth. She sucks Marcie's tongue for a few minutes, kisses her passionately, and pushes the girl off her body. "Be back here at eight fifteen tomorrow, bitch. Don't bother wearing panties. We'll spend the morning in bed. Now, go home." Marcie thought she would like to keep driving instead of going home. Since she had no money and nowhere to go, she knew that wasn't an option. The next morning, Marcie drives past her mother's house and keeps on driving. A few miles later, she turns around, goes back and pulls into the driveway. She doesn't know what else to do. She flaunts Frankie's orders and goes into the living room again; however, she takes her dress off and lays it over a chair back. She is not wearing panties. She is nude. "Come in to my bedroom, cunt, and you better be naked. Get on the bed and suck my nipples. Forget the back massage for now. This morning, I'll teach you how to suck something else as well as nipples. Wait. I can't stand that fur on your pussy. Before you get in my bed, we're going to strip that off. Don't you ever come into my house with that stuff between your legs. It's disgusting." Frankie makes Marcie lie on the bed while she puts tape on the girl's pussy. Without warning, she jerks the tape and a swath of Marcie's pubic hair comes with it. Marcie's back arches and she shrieks in pain. Frankie does this over and over until Marcie's pubic area is as bare as a baby's. She is crying from the agony of having the hair ripped out. Frankie pours alcohol on a washcloth and wipes the girl's pubes. Marcie screams again at the sharp sting. The older woman just snickers. "From now on, check your pussy every morning. If you can feel hair, use this tape and tear it out. Don't shave it. I don't want to feel stubble. Do you read me, twit?" Marcie nods yes. "Well bitch, are you ready for a lesson in Cunnilingus 101?" "I don't want to do that, Ma'am. I'm not a lesbian." She is not prepared for Frankie's slap across her face. Marcie cries out and cringes away from her tormentor. "Are you implying that I'm a lesbian, twit?" "No Ma'am. Just that I'm not. I'm not even bisexual." "That's so much crap. All girls are bi these days. You probably have been eating pussy ever since you started high school. What with communal showers and playing grab ass, pajama parties, holding hands, kissing and hugging, and such, how could you not be licking those cute, little baby girl slits? Now, you better not try to weasel out or I'll use a belt on your ass. I might use a belt on your ass even though you do eat my pussy. It's time you ate a grown up woman's pussy. I don't want to hear another word of protest or you'll really be sorry. You can start warming me up by playing with my tits and sucking them like you did yesterday. I'll let you know when to head 'south'. Then you'll give my 'south' good head or you won't be able to walk for a week. I'll use a belt on your ass and your pussy." Franky laughs at her own joke. "Listen carefully, bitch. Frank's father was a wimp. The only thing he could do is stick his dick in me and after one minute of pumping, he'd dump his load and leave me hanging. When I complained and asked him to at least lick me until I could come, he laughed at me and told me to find another woman to eat me. He said he'd kill me if he caught me with another man. I finally divorced him. I don't need or want another man. I hate men. They're all alike. All they want to do is screw and walk away. They're animals. I want someone who'll satisfy my needs, and bitch, that's you. I didn't raise Frank to be that way. He's a nice boy and he respects me. He'll do anything I ask him to do. When you two started dating, I knew you were the girl I wanted him to marry. You're an orphan and no one will care a hoot about you. You're pretty and have a nice slim body. I knew I would like to fuck you and have you go down on me. I deserve a sex toy like you after those years with that bastard, Frank's father. I talked Frank into marrying you, so I could use you. Now that I have you, you'll do as I tell you to do, and I'll do whatever I want to do to you. Who are you going to tell? Frank? He'd never believe I could do anything wrong. So you better wise up, do as you're told and keep your mouth shut—except when you're eating me." She laughs at her own witticism. "Now, suck one of my nipples while you're massaging my other tit. Then switch around when I tell you to. I'll beat you if you hold back and don't do it right. Maybe I'll let you grow your fur back, so I can grab and pull it when you misbehave. I could even pick you up by it. Don't look so scared. I won't let you grow it back. It's gross. I like the feel of your bare pussy." She squeezes Marcie's pubes as hard as she can. Marcie stiffens, trying hard to withstand the pain. Tears are running down her cheeks, but she doesn't complain. She's afraid Frankie will do something even more painful to her. "Well, start sucking, twit. Do I have to draw pictures for you?" Marcie does as she's told. Okay, enough tit tweaking. No more stalling, Marcie. Slide down and put your face between my legs." "Please, Mrs. Bristol. Please. Please. Don't make me do that. I just can't do what you want. It isn't something I can do." "Oh, baby. You underestimate yourself. Of course you can. You haven't even tried. You can do it. You better do it. You'll eat my pussy or wish you had. Listen to me, you sniveling little nothing. Frank and I took you into our homes when you had nothing. Frank gave you his name and a roof over your head. He pays for your food and everything else you have. He lets you drive his car while he rides to work with a friend. Now you're going to start paying us back. You can fuck Frank at night, but you'll suck me during the day. Do I make myself clear?" "Please, Mrs. Bristol. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what you wanted me to do. Please." "Stop whining, Marcie. You belong to me now. There isn't anything else for you. Nothing. Just make up your mind that you're my sex toy, that you have NO other life. Get that through your head. Fast. Resign yourself to the fact that I own you. The sooner you realize that, the better. Marcie's Mother-in-Law What would you do if we did let you go? How would you support yourself? Where would you live? Who would feed and clothe you? Who would pay your bills? You have no money, no car, no job, nothing. You would be out on the street eating out of garbage cans and sleeping in alleys. Some pimp would take you and force you to service every man who had a few dollars to buy your time. Your life from now on is to please me, and I'll see to it that Frank takes responsibility for you. It's an easy life, Marcie. You spend a few hours a day satisfying me and you'll have no other worries." Marcie was stunned at what she realized was the truth of her situation. Frank's mother was right. She had no options. She had no other choice. She had to give in or find herself out on the street and destitute. She knows that she has to make the best of a no win situation. She steels herself, looks her mother in the eyes and says: "Okay, Mrs. Bristol. You're probably right. I see that I'm not in a position to refuse. I'll do as you ask, but could you please give me time to adjust? I'll really try to please you. But please don't rush me. Please." "That's not going to work, Marcie. The more time you have, the more you'll try to put off the inevitable. Just make it easy on yourself and dive right in. Sticking a toe in the water will just make you shiver and back away, and you'll never adjust. I'm going to establish a set of rules that you'll have to follow and a list of punishments if you don't – or even if you hesitate to follow my rules. I won't put up with any recalcitrance. You'll do exactly as I want as soon as I want it or pay the consequences. Understand?" "Yes Ma'am. I'll try." "No, Marcie. You won't try. You'll do as I want. No questions asked and no hesitation. Don't bother to say yes. Just do it. Now, let's start. Slide down between legs and put your mouth against my pussy." Marcie does as she's told. She presses her face into Frankie's crotch. "Marcie, from now on, you'll arouse me by sucking my nipples, massaging my breasts, licking my inner thighs and whatever else it takes to turn me on. You'll experiment to see how well and how fast you can get me hot. As soon as I start getting wet, lick my pussy and when you open it, push your tongue all the way into me. Tongue fuck me until I get very excited and then lick from my vagina up between my labia and over my clit. Keep doing that until I come. When I'm about to come, I'll say 'now' and then open your mouth and I'll come in it. Swallow every drop, Marcie. If you spill any, I'll punish you. There better not be a wet spot on my clean sheets. As soon as you swallow my cum, put your tongue back into my vagina and keep it there until my orgasm is over. Don't make me have to tell you what to do or I'll make your life miserable. Satisfy me and I can be nice to you. Now, don't try, Marcie. Do it right the first time. I'll beat your ass and pussy black and blue if you don't. Understood?" "Yes Ma'am, but could you tell me one more time. I'll listen carefully this time. And Mrs. Bristol, I WILL please you. Please don't punish me." Frankie repeats how she wants Marcie to arouse her and eat her pussy. "Okay, Marcie, put your face against my pussy again. We'll save the foreplay for later. Just lie there and inhale my scent until I tell you to start using your tongue." Marcie does as she's told and breathes in Frankie's musky aroma. After a few minutes, Frankie tells her to use her tongue and Marcie pushes it into the woman's vagina as far as she can. Frankie has been so turned on by Marcie's acquiescence that she starts her orgasm as soon as she feels the girl's tongue go up inside her. "NOW." She exclaims and Marcie dutifully opens her mouth and allows Frankie's cum to erupt into her mouth. She chokes a little but manages to swallow the flow. She shoves her tongue back into Frankie's vaginal canal and holds it there until the woman's spasms subside. She is no longer a cunnilingual virgin and has survived her first lesbian act. She cries softly again trying not to let Frankie hear her. She knows that she is now Frankie's sex toy and accepts her fate. The taste of Frankie's secretions is very strong in her mouth, and she realizes that she will have that taste in her mouth every day from now on. Marcie arrives at Frankie's house on time every day. She phones Frankie if she is going to be even ten minutes late. She does chores that her mother lays out for her to do each day. Then she showers and puts on clean panties. When Frankie is ready and is sitting in the living room, Marcie parades back and forth in front of her. She struts to make her buttocks and breasts jiggle because Frankie has told her that it turns her on. She bends over and shakes her small breasts in Frankie's face. Then she turns around and shakes her bottom in front of Frankie. She can tell when the woman is becoming aroused by her display. At that time, she kneels before Frankie and asks her permission to eat her pussy. From time to time, she makes a mistake or hesitates when Frankie orders her to do something. Then Frankie beats her buttocks with a belt until her cheeks are red, striped, and very sore. She accepts this punishment and doesn't complain. She knows that when Frankie beats her that the woman orgasms much more quickly. At times when she is having a difficult time arousing Frankie, she will deliberately do something wrong so that Frankie will beat her. This doesn't always work out as she plans since the woman at times will tell her to spread eagle herself on the bed, sit on Marcie's face and beat the girl's pussy until it's raw. Frank wonders why Marcie is so sore when he fucks her, but he doesn't let her discomfort stop him. Actually, he enjoys it because Marcie is highly responsive to his thrusting when her pussy hurts. She thrashes around which heightens Frank's pleasure. Marcie's day at Frankie's house ends when that woman has had several orgasms and has flooded Marcie's mouth with her juices. This procedure goes on for many months and Marcie has become inured to Frankie's taste and smell. She is sometimes unaware that her face still has the woman's dried secretions all over it. She rushes home to take care of her own house without taking time to clean herself. ***** Marcie has scrubbed the kitchen floor, showered, and serviced Frankie. She is getting dressed when Frankie calls her. "Come in here, Marcie. This is my friend Sarah. I've been telling her what a good cunt lapper you are, but words don't do you justice. Sarah wants to experience just how good you really are. Take your dress off and show Sarah your goodies. Marcie takes her dress off and waits for the women to inspect her body. Damn, you're wearing those ugly panties again. Stand right there and let Sarah look you over. I have a present for you. Actually, it's for me, but you can use it while you're in my house." She returns a few minutes later. Marcie has been standing in front of Sarah, while that woman has been ogling her body and squeezing her breasts and bottom. Marcie's face is bright pink and she would like to sink right through the floor. Frankie hands Marcie a pair of fancy panties. "Take off those old lady panties you're wearing and put these on." Marcie slides her panties down her legs and steps out of them. She slips into the lacy ones and pulls them up. Her face, neck and chest have turned beet red. "Yes, that's a lot better. Walk back and forth, so we can see how you look in them. Each day when you come here, you'll take off your own panties and put these on." "Now, you can demonstrate to Sarah your pussy eating skills. Kneel down in front of her and lick her through her panties. Make her come and we'll go on from there. Sarah, we have a rule in this house. Marcie, tell Sarah what that rule number one is." "Please Ma'am, I'll do it but do I have to say it?" "Bitch, you know what the punishment will be if you don't do exactly as you're told." "Yes Ma'am." She stammers and blushes again. "Sarah, the rule..." Frankie slaps Marcie's breast so hard that the girl falls over backwards. "How dare you call an older woman by her first name. It's Ma'am to you." Marcie sits up, rubs her bruised breast, and kneels in front of Sarah again. When she can speak again, she says, "Ma'am, rule number one is that I have to take in my mouth anything that comes out of a women's vagina. I have to keep it there until I'm told to suck it or swallow it depending on what it is. If it's a dildo or fingers or anything solid, I'll suck and lick it until it's clean and dry. If it's a woman's juices or secretions, I'll swallow them and keep trying to get more. I'm not allowed to stop until I've emptied and cleaned her. Then I have to start over again to make her flow again. I'll do my best to satisfy you, Ma'am." She has rehearsed this over and over until she can recite it without a mistake. She has been ordered to look the woman in the eyes while she is explaining the rule. Marcie is dying of embarrassment. "Now twit, lick Sarah through her panties until she comes." Marcie looks up at Sarah and asks, "Ma'am? May I eat your pussy?" She is following orders. Sarah finds it difficult to answer her. She nods yes, pulls up her dress, and spreads her legs. Marcie begins licking Sarah's thighs getting closer and closer to the woman's slit. She looks up at Sarah again, but the woman doesn't nod, so Marcie continues licking her inner thighs. She does this several more times until Frankie tells her to go ahead and lick Sarah's clit. "Sarah, you have to tell her what to do every step of the way. She can't think for herself." Marcie searches with her tongue for Sarah's clitoris until she finds it poking at the woman's panties. She continues licking it through the material until she becomes aware that Sarah's panties have become very wet. Knowing Sarah is getting close to orgasm, Marcie steps up her efforts. She tries sucking the bit of flesh into her mouth through the cotton panties. She manages to get it into her mouth just as Sarah grabs her head, pulls it tight against her pussy and erupts through her panties. Marcie's face is drenched. She presses her tongue tightly against Sarah's genitals until the woman's spasms stop and they are both able to breath normally again. Marcie slips her hands under Sarah's bottom and tries to lift her. Frankie tells her to lift her ass up so that Marcie can take off her panties. Sarah lifts up and Marcie pulls the panties off her bottom and down her legs. She folds them, lays them beside the woman, and leans forward to begin licking the woman's open vagina. Frankie asks Marcie if she isn't forgetting something. Marcie looks at her and says, "Ma'am?" "That's ten seconds, twit." Marcie groans and asks, "What did I forget, Ma'am?" Frankie says, "I'm adding another five seconds because you still don't know your place. Where did that sticky goo on her panties come from? What's rule number one, twit?" Marcie groans and says, "From her vagina, Ma'am, and I forgot to suck it off her panties." She is devastated, knowing the punishment she'll receive for her lapse. She picks up the panties and places the wet crotch on her tongue. She tries hard not to make a face to avoid an additional punishment. There is so much she has to remember to avoid Frankie's wrath. "Well, go ahead and suck them dry, bitch. Don't keep Sarah waiting." Marcie sucks as much moisture out of the material as she can and nods okay. "You better make sure they're dry or I'll add another ten seconds to your punishment." Marcie tries again to extract Sarah's secretions from the material. The panties are still damp, but she cannot get any more moisture from them. She nods again and opens her mouth. Frankie yanks the cloth from her mouth and rubs it between her palms. They are damp, but she can tell that there isn't any more of Sarah's juices that can be sucked out. She rubs the material on Marcie's face and tells her to suck harder next time. "Get busy, cunt. There's a lot more of Sarah's juices in her pussy. Get it all out and then get her off again. Now!" Marcie probes Sarah's vagina with her tongue and tries to lick out as much of the woman's secretions as she can. Sarah continues to fill her vagina with her flow, and Marcie is getting nowhere trying to lick it out. The more she licks, the wetter the woman gets. Finally, in desperation, she presses her lips around the woman's genitals and sucks as hard as she can. Instantly, she gets a mouthful of the woman's juices, swallows, and sucks again. She keeps it up until the flow slacks off. She knows she isn't finished, and so begins licking up through Sarah's slit and across her clitoris until the woman erupts in her mouth again. Marcie starts the licking, sucking, cunnilingus process again, and again, and again until Sarah cries that she can't take any more and pushes Marcie's face away. Marcie sobs softly again and waits for more instruction. Frankie has been mesmerized by Marcie's actions and Sarah's orgasms and is close to orgasm herself. She grabs Marcie by the hair and drags her face into her own pussy. Marcie starts the process again with Frankie's pussy. After Frankie comes several times, she lets go of Marcie's hair and sinks back into the chair cushions. All three women are spent. "Marcie, thank Sarah for her generosity and get out of here. The sight of you nauseates me. Don't think that I've forgotten about your punishment. You'll get that tomorrow." Marcie pulls the fancy panties off her bottom, puts her dress on, picks up her own panties and rushes to the door. "One more thing, twit. Tell Sarah what your punishment will be for forgetting to suck the cunt juice from her panties." Marcie stammers, and says, "Frankie will put black spring metal paper clips on the sensitive areas of my nipples or my clitoris. I'll count the seconds of my punishment: one thousand, two thousand, three..." Frankie interrupts her and tells Sarah that she originally would put a dozen or more wooden, spring clothespins on Marcie's breasts and nipples but found that Marcie could tolerate them better than one metal spring clip on each nipple. "Go, twit. Be back here on time tomorrow." As she leaves, Marcie turns to Sarah and says, "Thank you, Ma'am, for your delicious juices. I really enjoyed them." She hurries to her car and drives off before Frankie can think up something else with which to torment her. Marcie parks in front of her house and rushes inside, holding her panties in her hand. Frank is standing just inside the door, waiting for her. She runs to him and kisses him. Frank pushes her away and exclaims, "Dammit, Marcie, you smell like pussy. Who the hell have you been licking? Who are you having a lesbian affair with? Why are you carrying your panties instead of wearing them? Where do you go every morning? I call you from work, but you're never home. I came home early today to find out what's been going on. Now, I can tell from the smell of pussy on your face why you're gone all the time. When I married you, I thought you were straight. Now, I find out that you're fucking some woman or women." Marcie is stunned and tries to collect her thoughts. "Frank, I can explain. It isn't what you think. I, uh, I, I'm, you see, well, your mother..." "You bitch. Leave my mother out of this. You better have a good explanation but don't try to blame anything on Mom. She'd throw you out on your ass if she knew you were fooling around with women. She convinced me to marry you, thinking you were pure. Yeah, you were a virgin all right. Your pussy was, but evidently not your mouth." Marcie is devastated. Frank refuses to listen to the truth, and she can't think up another answer to give him. She hangs her head and starts crying again. She seems to be crying more and more as the days go by. She hears the front door slam, and when she looks up, Frank is gone. Marcie rushes out of the house just in time to see Frank drive off in their car. Marcie phones Frankie and tells her what has happened. Frankie tells her to sit tight until she can talk to Frank. Marcie goes to the bedroom, lies across the bed, and sobs her heart out. Her life is a wreck. She has no control over her own destiny and everything is in chaos. She feels that she might as well be dead. If Frankie doesn't straighten things out, she will kill herself. Frankie doesn't call her until ten o'clock that night, and in the meanwhile, Marcie has done nothing but stare at the wall and cry. Frankie tells her that she has calmed her son, but hasn't told him of her and Marcie's relationship – and doesn't intend to. Marcie will just have to adjust to the situation as best she can. She tells Marcie that Frank will be moving in with her and will probably file for divorce. She informs Marcie that nothing has changed as far as Marcie being her sex toy. She will pay the rent, utilities, and buy food for Marcie, but she expects Marcie to still be at her house every morning at eight thirty, after Frank has gone to work. Marcie will have to 'earn' whatever Frankie supplies. She hangs up without waiting for Marcie to reply. Marcie cries herself to sleep. Marcie calls Frankie the next morning when she thinks Frank will be gone. She reminds Frankie that Frank has taken their car, and she has no transportation. "Walk here, bitch. It's only four blocks. You're young and strong. What're your legs for when you don't have them wrapped around a man's back? I'll pick up groceries for you when I shop on Saturday mornings. I'll bring them to your house, and you'll take care of my sex needs until I have to come home and fix lunch for Frank. Understood? Just think. You'll have all day Sunday to yourself. Now, get over here and eat me." She hangs up before Marcie can answer. Marcie walks the four blocks to Frankie's. She goes in the back way and takes her dress off. She slides her panties down her legs and puts them on the kitchen table. She goes looking for the lace ones that Frankie expects her to wear when she's in this house. When she walks into the living room, she finds Sarah and Frankie sitting there staring at her. She starts to cover herself with her arms but manages to stop in time to avoid punishment. She realizes that she is expected to service both women and wonders how long that will go on. Marcie walks to where the women are seated and stands in front of them, waiting for them to paw her body. She is completely docile. Marcie has become well trained. "Well, Marcie, have you any questions? You better have if you know what's good for you." Frankie reaches out and pinches Marcie's nipples. Marcie flinches, but doesn't complain. She knows better. Sarah puts her finger up between Marcie's thighs and the girl moves her legs apart to give Sarah access to her vagina. Sarah pushes her finger into Marcie and finger fucks the girl for a minute. She pulls her finger out and holds it up for Marcie to lick clean. When Marcie takes the finger into her mouth, she can taste Sarah's juices as well as her own. Sarah has been fingering herself. Marcie's mind races until she realizes what 'question' Frankie is referring to. "Yes, Ma'am. May I please have my punishment now?" "Well, twit, you're really learning. Bend over so those tiny tits of yours hang down. That's a laugh. There's nothing there to hang. Do it!" Marcie bends over and clasps her hands behind her neck as Frankie expects her to do. Frankie takes a metal clip, squeezes the handles, places it over Marcie's nipple and lets go. The sudden shock and pain cause a tremor through Marcie's body, but she manages to start counting: "One thousand, two thousand..." By the time she reaches 'ten thousand', she is shaking with pain. Frankie takes her time removing the clip and tells Marcie that since she didn't thank her for the first one, Marcie will have to have the other nipple clipped also. Marcie braces herself for the pain, but is unable to stop from crying out. Frankie tells her that for that infraction, she is adding another five seconds to the punishment. Marcie counts out the fifteen seconds, but she is trembling in agony. Marcie's Mother-in-Law Finally, Frankie removes the clamp and Marcie forgets and straightens up before Frankie tells her to. Another infraction. Marcie is beside herself and wishes she were dead. When Frankie reaches up between Marcie's legs and releases the clamp on the girl's clitoris, Marcie loses it. After counting four seconds, she faints and slides to the carpeted floor. When she comes to, the clamp is gone, but she is in great pain. She looks to see if her clit is still there. She swears to herself that she will somehow get even with Frankie for the agony she has just caused her. She has resigned herself to be Frankie's sex toy, but the woman has gone too far. Marcie's genital area has begun to swell up, and she can't walk without help. Frankie knows that she has crossed a line; she and Sarah carry Marcie into the bedroom and apply ointment to her pubes. It doesn't seem to help and Marcie continues grimacing in pain. As the day wears on, Frankie and Sarah take the girl to Sarah's house to prevent a confrontation with Frank when he comes home. Sarah nurses Marcie for a few days until the girl can walk again. She feels sorry for the young woman and doesn't ask her for sex. Sarah drives her home and makes sure there is food in the house. She tells Marcie to stay home the rest of the week, but that Frankie expects her back on Monday to resume her "duties". Marcie begins plotting her revenge for the indignities and pain she has suffered under Frankie, and for Frankie's part in damaging her marriage to Frank. She has no idea how she will extract that revenge, but she has a strong resolve to accomplish it. On Monday morning, Marcie calls Frankie and tells her that she is ready to come over and take care of her 'responsibilities', but she can't walk the four blocks as her pussy still hurts. She asks Frankie to pick her up. Frankie agrees and drives to Marcie's house. The young woman walks unsteadily and splay legged out to the car. Frankie kisses her on the mouth and, for the first time, says she's sorry for Marcie's discomfort. She doesn't say she's sorry for having caused it. Marcie kisses Frankie passionately and tells her she can't wait to have sex with her. As they're driving off, Marcie realizes that they are in Frank's car and asks why. Frankie tells her that Frank is riding with his friend to work. When they get to her house, Frankie parks at the curb as her car is in the driveway; she lets Marcie lean on her as they go into the house. In the house, Frankie tells the girl that she won't have to do any housework, but she will be expected to take care of her 'sexual' chores. Frankie has been without sex for several days and she's horny as hell. Marcie takes her dress and her panties off and the women go into the bedroom. Marcie licks and sucks the woman to several orgasms and pretends to be hungry for Frankie's secretions. Unfortunately, she overplays her hand. Frankie tells her that she has to make up for her mother's loss of sexual pleasure while Marcie was unable to perform her 'duties'. She tells Marcie that she'll have to eat her pussy for the rest of the morning. She says she'll also have to pay a penalty for the loss, but it won't be too painful. She has Marcie lay on her back with her legs over the bottom edge of the bed. She sits on Marcie's belly and mauls Marcie's breasts. Not painful, yeah, right. Then she slides up until her pussy is over the girl's mouth. She lowers herself onto Marcie's face and tells her to start eating her. After a half dozen orgasms, she has poured a lot of her juices into Marcie's mouth with the warning that the girl better not lose a drop. Her juices flow so heavily that some ends up on the sheets and Frankie is furious. "Now you will pay that penalty, bitch. I was going to forget it, but you are going to learn to swallow as fast as I can pour my juices into your mouth. Put your lips around my pussy and create a seal. I am going to empty my bladder in your mouth, and if, you spill any, I'll use the belt on your sore clit." Marcie starts to refuse, but Frankie pushes her pussy hard into the girl's mouth. Marcie has no choice but to hurriedly swallow the gush of urine flowing out the woman's urethra. When Frankie is finished pissing, she lifts up a few inches and tells Marcie to start sucking again. Marcie has been nauseated by drinking the woman's urine, but she does as she's told and strives to pleasure the older woman. After Frankie comes in her mouth a few times, Marcie begins sucking her clitoris into her mouth. Frankie is moaning in bliss when Marcie senses that this is the time for her revenge. She bites down hard on the woman's clitoris and Frankie shrieks and pulls her pussy away from Marcie's mouth. She coils into a fetal position with her hands between her legs and starts screaming at the top of her voice. Marcie doesn't understand why until she becomes aware of a piece of meat in her mouth. She has bitten off Frankie's clitoris and part of the clitoral hood. Frankie screams for Marcie to call the paramedics, an ambulance, a doctor, someone to stop the pain. She is unaware that her clitoris is gone but only that her pussy hurts like hell. Marcie has avenged herself. Marcie jumps off the bed, and in her haste to call 911, she swallows Frankie's clitoris. After calling the paramedics, she realizes what happened to the bits of Frankie's flesh, and she feels a bit sick for having swallowed the bit of meat. She waits for a few minutes listening to Frankie scream, but when the EMT vehicle pulls up, she grabs her dress, panties, and the car keys. She dashes out the back kitchen door, stops to pull her dress on, and stuffs her panties in a dress pocket. She waits until the medics have entered the house and hobbles to Frank's car parked at the curb. She manages to drive home but braking is sheer agony. Her own clit is on fire, but it is at least still attached to her. A strange thought occurs to her and, despite her pain, she laughs to herself. At the moment she possesses two clitorises. One that's terribly sore and one that will never feel pain or pleasure again. She chuckles to herself all the way home. That night, Marcie gets a call from Frank. He is almost hysterical and claims that she has maimed his mother. She tells him that if he had been willing to listen to the truth, he could have stopped his mother from tormenting her and this would never have happened. He threatens to sue her, and she says, "Go ahead. All I own are the clothes on my back. You saw to it that I have nothing else." Then he threatens to go to the police and file charges against her. Again, she says, "Go ahead. There are no witnesses and there is no evidence. I ate it. However, I do have a witness of your mother's abuse of me, physical, sexual, and emotional. I will sue her and you for all you're worth for the damage you've done to me. By the way, if your mother wants her 'property' back, wait a day or two and you can come pick it up." She is feeling so vindicated. She has had her revenge against Frankie and is exhilarated. Frank has given her an idea, too. She just may see an attorney and sue for damages. The Bristols ought to be made to pay for her many months of torment. A few days later, an attorney calls her and asks her to come to his office. He tells her he represents Frankie and Frank. She tells him that she has suffered harm from Frankie's mother and that she is in pain and can't go to his office. He agrees to come see her. Before their meeting, she takes pictures of her genitals, breasts, and bottom that still bear evidence of Frankie's cruelty. She calls Sarah and suggests that she be at the meeting with Frankie's attorney. When Sarah refuses, Marcie tells her that she will file a police report against her and have an attorney sue her, too, for her part in Marcie's captivity. Sarah relents and says she'll be there. After hearing Marcie's story, seeing the nude pictures she took of herself, and listening to Sarah's account, he offers Marcie ten thousand dollars if she will agree not to press charges and let Frank have an uncontested divorce with no alimony. Marcie stares at him until he gets nervous and offers her ten thousand and Frank's eight-year-old car. Marcie doesn't say a word, but she stands up and then says goodbye. She tells him she will press charges, contest a divorce and ask for five million dollars for false imprisonment, enslavement, torture, sexual battery, and a few other things. He gasps and, after finding his voice, he asks what she'll settle for. She tells him to see her attorney and gives him the phone number. After the two attorneys hash out the details, Marcie ends up with a new car, $800,000, $25,000 a year for the next ten years, and whatever is realized from the sale of Frankie's house. The settlement wipes out Frankie's bank accounts, her investments, an annuity, and two insurance policies. Frank's divorce is denied, but Marcie's is granted. Frank and his mother decide to leave town before their neighbors discover what Frankie has been up to. Frank never returned to claim his mother's 'personal property'. It wouldn't have been available, anyway, as Marcie's digestive system had assimilated it. She is still amused that she has two clitorises, one external and one internal. Two weeks later, Sarah calls Marcie and asks her if the girl would like to come live with her. She says she would like them to become friends – and lovers. Marcie asks Sarah if she is a lesbian, and tells Sarah that she is straight. Sarah says that she isn't but none of that matters, and that she finds herself longing for Marcie. Marcie thinks about it for a few days and returns Sarah's call. She tells Sarah she would like to live with her, but sex would have to be reciprocal, that she will tolerate minor abuse and be submissive, but she won't put up with the heavy physical and emotional abuse that Frankie inflicted on her. Sarah, in a highly emotional state, agrees and even offers to sign a prenuptial agreement, and to put Marcie in her will as her sole heir. She is so thrilled that tears are running down her cheeks, and she is powerless to stem their flow. Marcie had developed a crush on Sarah when she was going down on the older woman. She feels now that she may have found a real home at last. Sarah will be her surrogate mother "with benefits". She smiles, laughs aloud, and begins to sob. She is choked up and finds it difficult to contain all of her feelings, but she is very happy. *** Dear readers, I really enjoyed writing this story. I was so interested in finding out what happened to Marcie, that once I started writing the story, I couldn't stop. I know you may find it hard to believe that I didn't know in advance, but I really didn't. I find it like driving a car. You turn the engine on, put the car in drive and all you do from then on is steer it in a certain direction. You don't stop to think what's going on under the hood. All those pistons, gears, and other parts do their thing without conscious thought on your part. That's how I write. My thanks to Rita who suggested the plot. I am really grateful to you and your fertile imagination. Your push in the right direction was the steering of my 'car'. The journey ended when the 'car' reached the destination you aimed it at. After writing my version, I read the version you wrote and found it sweet and tender, not harsh like mine. The young woman in your version found a place in her mother's life. I find myself wishing I had written the story your way. I think that you ought to polish yours, but not change the actual story itself, and submit it to Literotica. Are there any more juicy plots out there that I could fill in? Ravin' Raven