Larcher, where have you been?  I can�t stay in this position any longer.�  Marnie 
complained.

�Miss me, did you?�  He replied, untying the two cramped women.

Marnie was able to stand up as he released the string on her nipple rings, but Sally was 
forced to stay at least somewhat bent over now that her fingers were superglued to her 
butt cheeks.

�Is there anything you can do about the glue, Larcher?  I think she will agree to be tied 
instead.�  Marnie asked on her sister-in-law�s behalf.

�Nice try Missy.  The precious little I have of the emergency release solution will only 
come out if I am satisfied that the punishment fits the crimes.  It is too difficult to get. 
Let�s just see how she handles things.  Any balking or disagreement from you, Blondie, 
and the bar gets raised.  You can cut your fingers free with a dull jagged knife for all I 
care. Nobody, I mean nobody, breaks into my home, steals from me, and assaults me with a 
deadly weapon, gets away with it.�  He scolded.  �Now let�s get you ready for court.�

�Court?  What are you planning to do with us?�  Marnie asked.

�You�ll find out soon enough.�  He said standing back looking at the two of them with 
his chin cradled between his thumb and index finger.  �More bend.�  He mumbled.

He moved them into the living room and went back for some things.  �This should do the 
trick.�  He said placing an ice cube on each of Sally�s nipples in succession, making them 
erect, so he could loop a clamp to each, then he experimented with string attached to the 
clamps to see what kinds of positions he could hold her in.  He walked behind Sally, who 
tried to follow him with her eyes.  He held on to her hips and bumped into her exposed 
pussy with his crotch, only to find that she had no way of keeping her balance. 

�Come here Missy.�  He said while motioning for her to come to him and turn around. 
Then he unhooked her handcuffs.

�Thank you.�  She said, rubbing her wrists.

�Not so fast.�  He said, now reattaching them with her hands behind her head.

�Hey.�  She protested.

�You�ll need these.  Come here.�  He said positioning her facing Sally in front.  Then he 
worked them closer and closer, putting her cuffed hands on Sally�s back, and bringing 
their heads to rest, chins interlocked upon each other�s shoulders.  He tried bumping his 
groin into Sally�s pussy again finding that this arrangement afforded more stability from 
Marnie's support.

�Where are they?�  He muttered to himself.  Then he heard singing getting closer.  Then 
there were loud knocks by several fists on his door.  When he opened it, in flowed Jeff 
and some of his friends he was eager to impress.

The members of this small group were on their way to becoming drunk with a wine buzz, 
each holding a bottle or two.  They wore basic grubby jeans and leather or jean jackets. 
One by one, they started dropping their bodies down into available seats on the furniture 
in Larcher�s apartment.

�He�s got a goddamn push-me-pull-you in here.�  One of Jeff�s buddies remarked.  Then 
he got up and started to circle the women. 

Marnie could see him when he was circling behind Sally and Sally could see him looking 
at Marnie from the rear.  Two others got up and started the circling.  One crouched down 
and plucked the strings securing the bent forward positions.  Marnie and Sally could 
sense when the other was feeling the sudden pain by the flinching they noticed at each 
other�s neck.  �Hey check these out.�  The crouching tormentor said, referring to Marnie�s
nipple rings.

�Man, look at the size of those gazabas.�  Another remarked, admiring Marnie�s breasts. 

�Hey, which do you like best, hairy or smooth like this one.�  The third off Jeff�s friends 
asked rubbing Marnie�s snatch roughly.

�Ah, easy with her fella.  She�s my bitch.  I�ll share, but nothing happens to her without 
going through me first.  Everybody understand?�  Larcher ruled.

�Sure, Boss.�  The groper said with his hands in the air backing away.

�Alrighty then.  You boys are going to be my jury.  These women have committed some 
serious crimes and need to answer for them..  Jeff, help me with this furniture.�  Larcher 
directed, arranging the place to seat all of his guests at one end of the room with him at 
the other.  Then he unhooked the women from their neck lock and nipple restraints.  He 
allowed Marnie to stand erect with her cuffed hands behind her head, thrusting her nipple 
ring adorned breasts out lewdly toward the gawking boys.

Larcher sat down and motioned for Marnie to sit on his right knee, with her left elbow 
behind his head.  Sally waited nervously for instructions.  �Will the accused please face 
the court.�

Sally was confused.  She didn�t know if he meant face him or the boys, so she picked 
facing Larcher, with her hairy blond cunt facing the hooting and whistling group of 
miscreants.

�Please state your name for the jury.�  He began.

�Sally  . . .�

�No, no, no.�  Larcher interrupted.  �Pronounce the words clearly, using your lips.�

�Yeah lady we are hard of hearing and we�re having trouble reading your lips with that 
forest covering them.�  One piped up to the laughter of his peers.  �Can we have her clear 
cut the forest Judge?�

�I think that is a very good idea.  Who would like to do the honors?�

One of the drunker ones raised his hand.  Sally could see by looking at Marnie�s reaction 
that the prospects were not looking good.  As the volunteer clumsily arose to his feet, 
Marnie asked Larcher if she could please do it, so no blood would be shed.  Larcher 
agreed to let her, and they all watched as Marnie shaved her sister-in-law with her hands 
still cuffed together.

A couple of the jurors got up for a closer inspection.  One of them said,  �Nice clean 
shave.  What about some after shave lotion.�

�Good idea.�  Larcher said, and left to retrieve a bottle of rubbing alcohol.  �Here, splash 
this.�

�No, please.�  She said, as the juror wiped a palmful of alcohol along her freshly denuded 
pussy and ass crack.  Sally let out a crescendoing scream, like a siren, at the top of her 
lungs, and fell over twitching and moving along the floor, trying to escape the intense 
burn relentlessly lapping at her nether region.  All but Marnie, who wanted to reach out 
and take the pain away, watched with pained amusement as Sally went through her wall 
of torment.  When she was merely whimpering and twitching on the floor, a couple of 
jurors helped her back up to her feet, copping feels of her helpless breasts before 
returning to the jury box.

Larcher resumed, �Now, who did you come here with to break in the other day?�

�I, I, came with a friend.�  She said fearfully.

�We can�t understand her.  She�s not moving her lips at all.�  A juror piped up.

�You heard the man, move your lips when you talk.  Now, who did you break in here with 
earlier this week?�

Sally realized that as she spoke, she was required to pull her cunt lips apart as a 
puppeteer might do.  This added embarrassment made the humiliation all the more intense. 
She looked at Marnie pitifully for her support, as she responded evasively to Larcher�s 
questions.  As she spoke, the boys joked about the scene she was presenting to them, 
trying to concentrate on making her cunt lips move in time to her testimony.  �I think we 
are in a Chinese movie,� one piped up, �the lips aren�t moving in time to the sound.��

�If you want the jury to believe what you say, Blondie, you will have to be more 
convincing with your testimony.�  Larcher instructed.  �Now since you won�t tell me 
where the person in this photograph lives, we�ll proceed with he verdict.  Thumbs up 
means these burglars go free, and thumbs down, we go on to the penalty phase.  So in the 
matter of the person in this picture, how do you vote?  . . . Guilty as charged.  Now in the 
matter of Blondie here?  . . .  Guilty as charged.  And Missy here as accomplice?�

The jurors looked back and forth, not wanting to cross Larcher, and declined to vote by 
their inaction.  �Extenuating circumstances I guess, we�ll just have to sort that out.  Well 
Blondie, the jury has cast your fate.  Here is another chance to give up your accomplice to 
make it easier on you.  You will give her up, but the longer you take, the more intolerable 
the punishment will be.�

Sally looked at Marnie for direction in the matter with tears streaming down her face. 
Marnie looked back worried and shrugged her indecision back at her.  �Gentlemen, start 
your engines.�  Larcher said.

The drunken jurors leaped at the signal to relieve the pressure of their jeans and got naked
from the waist down.  Marnie looked at the lineup of stiff young cocks poised eagerly 
behind Sally.  Sally turned around in place to see for herself what Marnie�s reaction was 
about.  Her eyes widened and she backed up toward Marnie and Larcher to get away from 
the pointing intruders. 

You can�t be serious.  Make them put their clothes back on.  They can�t put those in me. 
I�m married.  I�m almost old enough to be their mothers.�

�Hey Lady, you look pretty good to me.�  One of the jurors said.

�I�d never kick either of you outta bed.�  Another remarked.

�No, no, this can�t happen, they aren�t even wearing protection.  What if I got pregnant. 
You can�t let them do this.  This is rape.  This is disgusting.  This . . .�

�This is your reward for crossing me, Blondie.  Care to give up your friend yet?�

�My husband will kill you when he learns what you are doing to me.�

�Your husband would be very interested to know what I know about you, I�m sure.  Now 
somebody shut her up and stick it in her mouth.�

With that, Jeff raced to be first, to show his buddies what a stud he was.  �Hey Pop,� he 
leaned over to whisper, what if she bites?�

Larcher took Marnie by the scruff of her neck and bent her over so her head was six inches
from Sally�s and said in a huddle with them, �You are about to experience exactly what 
will happen to your daughter, if you both don�t cooperate and follow directions in every 
way, you got it?�  He squeezed the back of their necks for emphasis.

Marnie backed away nodding showing terror in her eyes.  Sally fully understood Marnie�s 
entire lot in the situation at that very moment and froze in fear at the prospects of her 
niece getting defiled by this crowd.  Larcher sensed that he had made his point perfectly 
clear, smiled and nodded for Jeff to proceed.  Then he signaled one of Jeff�s buddies to 
take up the rear.

Sally�s face showed tears, fear, disgust, and humiliation as she allowed Jeff�s uncut cock 
to enter her mouth.  She gagged at the same time as she groaned at the rough entering of 
the young man�s cock in her cunt.  �Hey Chief, she�s dry.�  He said to Larcher.

�Somebody juice her up.�  Larcher responded.

The young man at her cunt held out his hand to receive a bottle of wine from a buddy, and
poured some on his dick, as he tried to work it back in.  �You owe me a new rug, Blondie.� 
Larcher remarked.  Then the man took the wine bottle and screwed it into Sally�s butthole, 
watching with amusement as the remaining two inches of wine in the bottle bubbled into her 
rectum.  Then he took the bottle out, handed it to a buddy and pushed his way back into her 
cunt.

Jeff and his buddy started to pump Sally from both ends.  They made a clumsy duo in the 
process, causing Larcher to plan another route.  �Hold it guys.  No, you can stay in, just 
don�t move until I get back.�  He instructed.  So Sally, waited with a young cock in her 
unwilling mouth, and another stuffed in her unwilling cunt for the torment to heat up 
again.  When she looked over at Marnie, she got a brief moment of empathy followed by 
an embarrassed turning away.

Larcher reentered the room with a workbench chair with casters, which he had slid the 
back off and tied two ropes to the foot rungs.  He adjusted the height of the chair so 
Sally could rest her body weight on it by laying her stomach on the seat.  Larcher had the 
two other chaps hold ropes between the legs of Jeff and his buddy so they could pull her 
forward and back.  Larcher sat back down, motioned for Marnie to sit on his knee again, 
and watched the show before him as the two on the floor worked out the system to pull 
Sally onto Jeff�s cock, then back onto their buddy�s up her cunt.  As a rhythm emerged, 
as Sally was starting to get a buzz from the wine, and as the two cock bearers were getting 
excited, even Marnie could find it amusing to watch it in a surreal sense.

Sally started to moan, which felt good to Jeff, who started to vocalize his pleasure.  Then 
his buddy started to groan in pleasure as her cunt received and sent his cock in 
tantalizing regularity.  The three of them chorused moans and groans drawing closer to 
releases. 

Jeff came first, causing Sally to grimace and choke.  Jeff�s buddy started to grab her hips 
and pump into her with all he was worth, not to be left behind.  He came in a couple of 
bumping thrusts and pulled out when continued pumping caused too much weakness in 
his knees.

Sally looked back when he pulled out and uttered, �Unh?�  Marnie knew from experience 
in the last year that Sally was currently frustrated with not being able to conclude despite 
being repulsed by the ordeal.

Jeff and his buddy traded places with the two on the floor, while Larcher let Marnie up 
and uncuffed her.  She was monetarily relieved until she realized that he was doing so to 
have her squat down on his pole while they watched the show before them.  She knew 
better than to impede his impulse, and backed her warmed moist cunt onto his familiar 
pole.  �Motion woman.�  He ordered Marnie, as the two studs took their place at Sally�s 
openings.  The one at her mouth was a very wide seven incher and her mouth was 
stretched fully to accommodate its girth.  Jeff and the other rope puller were not as quick 
on the uptake and were a little jerkier in their manner.  The lad at Sally�s mouth 
harmlessly slapped her on the top side of her head complaining, �Watch the teeth woman.�

Larcher ordered for the two of them to switch places, and Sally was surprised at the effect 
the replacement cock had in her snatch.   She had never been that stretched out before. 
Now the steady plunging in and out of the stiff thick gristle and the intoxicating wine in 
her bowels were tapping sensations in her she never realized existed.

Marnie was more grateful for any cock she could get these days than her sister-in-law at 
present, and was getting what she could from riding Larcher�s cock at the particular 
moment.  Besides, she would reason, she didn�t have to look at him in this position.  She 
was breaking out in a sweat from having to squat up and down his pole. 

Sally came in an emotional release from the thick cock plunging her twat, but he wasn�t 
done and they didn�t stop the chair�s motion.  She was beside herself with panic when the 
cocks continued their intrusions.  The one in her mouth was due to cum any second, and 
she never had a chance to luxuriate after her own release seconds before.  Her head was 
swimming, but to Marnie, she thought her sister-in-law was experiencing nirvana.  Marnie 
started to get turned on by it and picked up her pace.  Larcher wanted her to slow down, 
so he pushed her off of him just before Marnie was about to round the corner to the 
homestretch.  She watched dry-humping the air as the two studs blasted Sally�s abused 
openings with their spewings.

�Okay boys, my turn.�  Larcher said, as they were withdrawing from Sally�s warm moist 
canals.  He detoured into the kitchen on his way to where Sally lay resting with her 
stomach on the chair seat.  With her feet resting on the rungs, and her fingers tugging on 
her ass cheeks, her rear was spread open for Larcher to shove half a stick of butter 
roughly up her ass.  He kicked her feet down to the ground and shoved the seat away 
from under her with his foot.  Then he positioned himself behind her and aimed his cock 
at her rear most entry.  With a firm, unforgiving thrust, he shoved his cock into her virgin 
hole.

Sally let out a blood-curdling scream, which caused Marnie to take her hand form her own 
snatch to cover her ears.  Sally reared up to as much of a standing position, as her glued 
fingers would allow, stepping away from Larcher to void the anal intruder from her body.

�That does it Bitch.�  He said determinedly.  Then he went over to Marnie and cuffed her 
in front as before, locked the two of them together at the neck, with Marnie�s cuffed 
hands behind Sally�s head on her back.  Then to insure that Sally wouldn�t possibly rear 
up again, he ran a string through Marnie�s nipple rings, closing the string inside a heavy 
book.  Marnie had to bend down putting weight on Sally to keep the string from pulling 
on her nipples.  If Sally were to rear again, Marnie�s rings would surely be torn out, and 
they both knew it. 

Marnie watched as Larcher repositioned himself at Sally�s rear entry once more.  Sally had 
to make her legs go into a wide stance to support herself from the downward pressure 
Marnie�s predicament was placing on her.  This made her butt hole as wide as possible for 
the next intrusion.  Marnie watched as Larcher entered, then felt Sally�s pain reflex at her 
neck, and held the position like a wrestler to save her nipples from ripping open.

Larcher pushed in hard, pulled out and pushed in hard with angry thrusts.  Marnie met 
those thrusts with her shoulder like a football lineman protecting turf.  Jeff got up 
smiling and started to fiddle Marnie�s pussy with his hand.  He sensed that the distraction 
was aggravating to her because of the intense concentration she was required to make to 
avoid certain mutilation of her nipples.  With the butter melted inside Sally, the pain 
started to grow more and more tolerable.  Larcher senior was beginning to close his eyes 
for longer and longer durations, but before he closed them for a final approach, Jeff made 
an effort to catch his eye as if to ask if it was okay to dip into Marnie�s treasures. 
With a nod from Larcher senior to Larcher junior, the father and son team pounded the two 
women from behind in unison until they both came in similar orgasmic responses - quite a 
show for the others who spontaneously applauded the team.

Larcher had Jeff invite a couple more friends on the spur of the moment to have their way 
with Sally, before the satisfied young men left for the evening.  Sally was periodically 
given wine up her ass and was nearly passed out from it along with all of the physical 
exertion and abuse.  �Go, I�m tired.�  He ordered.

�What about her hands and clothes.�  Marnie asked on her sister-in-law�s behalf.

�I don�t care what you do.  She gets no help from me until she gives up her accomplice.� 
He said steadfastly.

�Larcher, I�ll tell you . . .� Marnie said thinking Sally was almost out.

Then Sally gave up Betty along with her address before passing out on the floor.  Larcher 
dug in a drawer and brought out a tube of special solvent only law enforcement agencies 
have access to and warned Marnie that she would have some chemical burns on her 
hands and rear cheeks, but nothing permanent, if he went ahead and used it.  Marnie 
authorized it so she could get Sally home.

Marnie took Sally to her and Roger�s house to spend the night.  She put Sally on the 
couch and called her brother-in-law, Ron, to let him know Sally was staying over.  Brenda 
came downstairs and asked why her aunt was spending the night.  Marnie told her that 
she wasn�t feeling well, wasn�t up for the trip home, and might stay another day or so.

�No problem,� Brenda said, �if it is more than two, she can use my room.  I�m at Crandel�s 
again this weekend, remember?�

�That�s nice of you, Dear.  But I�m sure she will be feeling better before that.  I�m bushed 
myself.  I�ll see you in the morning.�  And, she kissed her daughter goodnight.

When she reached the bedroom, Roger was up watching the news. �You had us worried. 
Is everything okay?�

�Yes Dear.  Sally is a bit under the weather and I put her to sleep on the couch.  I need 
to take a shower.�

�But, what have you two been doing?�  He asked as she ducked into the bathroom.

�I�ll tell you in bed.� Marnie said like a zombie.

When she was ready to crawl into bed, she snuggled up to Roger, cupped her free hand 
on his cock and balls, and in a sleepy tone told him, �I love you.�  Then slipped off to 
sleep leaving him wondering whether to take her hand away or not.

* * * * *
The next day, Thursday, Brenda rushed to last period cheerleading class.  She hoped Ms. 
Lambert didn�t remember seeing her at the Phaedrian Order initiation the day before.  She 
ran into the locker room and changed from her normal clothes, momentarily relishing the 
fact that Vanessa was no longer riding her case.  She was heading past the coach�s office 
to go out onto the floor, when she noticed Ms. Lambert at her desk with her head in her 
hands. 

�I�m sorry I�m late, Ms. Lambert.�  She said as she passed.

�Oh, hi Brenda.�  Ms. Lambert said, sniffling back tears.

�Is everything okay?�  Brenda said, backing up into the doorway.

�Tory is running class today.  I�m going to have to go soon.�  Ms. Lambert said.

�Did something happen?�  Brenda asked concerned.

�Oh Brenda.  Come in and close the door, please.�  Ms. Lambert requested.  �Do you 
remember those two girls who took our pictures in the shower before?�

�Yes, how could I forget.�

�You need to watch out for them.  They have made my life a living hell ever since that 
moment.�  Ms. Lambert said standing and moving around to the front of her desk.  She 
had on a white sundress, heels, and no bra, as it was clear to see through the lightweight 
fabric.  She looked through the glass office out into the empty locker room and hoisted 
the hem of her short dress to her waist.  �See, look what they�ve done to me.�  She said, 
referring to the tattooed g-string, garter belt, and stockings artistically applied with 
details right on down to the seam running up the back of her legs.

�Oh-my-gawd!�  Brenda exclaimed backing up out of her chair in shock.  �You are 
tattooed.  How are you going to get that off?�

�It�s just dark henna painted on.  It comes off over weeks, but look how hideous it is 
now.�  Ms. Lambert bemoaned.

�Well actually, it is very well done.  It fooled me for a second.  It must have taken a 
real artist to do that good of a job.�  Brenda remarked.  �When . . . how did this happen 
to you?�

�Last night, after the most humiliating day of my life, those wretched girls shaved me, 
bound me, and painted me to look like you see me now.�

�The ones that took our pictures in the shower?�

�Yes, and more, lots of them, all in some sort of a cult of sexually depravity.  I . . .� 
Ms. Lambert let her dress hem fall to its resting length at mid-thigh, then she put her 
face in her hands to hide her crying from Brenda�s view.

Brenda felt compelled to approach her and tentatively put her arm around her shoulder to 
give her support.  Ms. Lambert flinched at the surprise touch on the exposed flesh of her 
shoulders, then relaxed her body into this kind gesture on the part of her student. 
�You . . .?�  Brenda prompted.

�I . . . I was made to perform grotesque sexual acts . . . in front of a room full of 
crazed people.�  She continued.

�How awful!�  Brenda responded during Ms. Lambert�s sniffling.

�This cult is determined to make my life a living hell.�

�What do you mean?�  Brenda asked.

�They are using the pictures of us as a threat to my job here.  They have more pictures of 
me in lewd sexual conduct that they could use to humiliate me anywhere, anytime.�

�That�s terrible.�  Brenda said, embarrassed for the part she played in the operation.

�Tonight, I am supposed to enter an amateur dance contest.  If I win, things will go better 
for me, they said, and if I lose, well, they won�t tell me.�  Ms. Lambert disclosed.

�Well, that should be okay for you then, you�re an excellent dancer.�  Brenda said trying 
to reassure her.

�Oh Brenda, it�s not the kind of dancing you�re thinking of, it is taking things off on a 
stage in front of strange, grunting, hooting, disgusting men.�

�Oh.�

�What am I going to do?  I�m going to have to leave this wonderful job, this wonderful 
town, my life as I know it, and move some place where they can never find me.�  Ms. 
Lambert worried.

�I hope it doesn�t come to that.  I�d miss you.  You�re one of my favorite teachers, well 
you are my favorite teacher.�

Ms. Lambert looked at her appreciatively, momentarily fighting back the tears to enjoy 
Brenda�s sentiment.  Then she hugged her tightly, whispering, �Thank you.�

�If you want to fight them, I know this guy.  He�s not quite a policeman, but he is in 
security work.  Maybe he could help you.  Would you like me to put you in touch with 
him?�  Brenda offered.

�Oh, you are so wonderful.  I knew I made the right choice when I put you on the squad. 
But I really don�t think I could fight them and not get scathed myself.�

�It probably wouldn�t hurt to talk to him.  I could arrange that if you like.  If you tell 
me where you have to dance tonight, I might be able to get him to be there to protect you 
if you need it.�  Brenda offered.

�I suppose one more stranger in the audience wouldn�t make any difference.  I don�t know
how I am going to be able to get myself to go on in the first place.�

�If I can use your phone, I�ll try to get him to talk to you beforehand.  Maybe he�ll have 
an idea to make it so you don�t have to do it at all.�  Brenda said.

�Well, that would be worth a try.  I need all the ideas I can get at this point.�  Ms. 
Lambert said starting to pull herself together with this new thread of hope.

Brenda called her dad�s office, got the number of security and called back asking for 
Larcher.  She explained the situation briefly and handed the phone over to Ms. Lambert. 
Ms. Lambert talked for a bit and agreed to meet him after work at the club where she was 
to perform.

�Is he going to help?�  Brenda asked when Ms. Lambert was off the phone.

�I�ve agreed to meet him, and we�ll see.  Thank you Brenda.  I don�t know what I would do
without your help.� 

Brenda felt a little nauseous because her involvement on the situation was not what it 
appeared to Ms. Lambert to be, and took her leave, �I better get out on the court before 
practice is over.  Good luck with everything tonight.�

At the Kit Kat Club, Linda Lambert sat in her car looking at the entrance for a man in a 
security guard uniform.  After awhile, she spotted a man who waited outside, looking in 
all directions as if he was meeting someone.  She got out of her car, held her overcoat 
tightly closed as she dodged traffic crossing the street in her heels, something she hardly 
ever wore.  The man was alerted to her crossing by the echoing clickety clack of her heels 
hitting the street.  He looked her over and propositioned her with money for sexual favors. 
She was shocked and turned to leave and bumped into a man behind her who said,  �Are 
you looking for someone?�

�Are you Mr. Larcher?�

�It depends who you are, Blue Eyes.�  He responded.

�I�m Linda Lee Lambert.  I think I spoke to you on the phone.�

�Hi.  I�m Walter Larcher.  Why don�t we get you off the street and go in to talk.�

He opened the door for her, watching her move through it.  He did a double take gawking 
at her legs.  He realized with the subtle vibration of her skin from walking in her heels, 
that she was not really wearing hose.  He directed her to a table where they could talk 
and both see the stage. 

�Can I get you something to drink?�  He asked her.

�No thank you.  I don�t drink.�

�You see that girl up there?  Have you ever done that before?�  He asked referring to the 
exotic dancer on stage entertaining the happy hour crowd.

�No, I�ve never even been in a place like this.�  She confessed.

�So do you think you can get up there and do that without a drink?�

Linda Lee burst into tears.  �I can�t do that.  I can�t get up there and do that at all.�

�What makes you think you have to do it?�  Larcher asked.

Linda Lee proceeded to tell him of how she was being blackmailed for no reason that she 
could discern, how she was being humiliated and not asked for money, and that she had 
no idea how to end it.  Larcher listened with a mixture of empathy and larceny, admiring 
her pretty face with her curly short hair.  �What can I do?�  She finally said.

�It seems to me that you have no choice, at least not right now.  You have nothing to 
bargain with.  The best thing to do is to get up there and do your best to win.  Then 
tomorrow is another day.  Since they put you up to this, some of them will be here tonight 
to monitor how it plays out.  I�ll watch for them and see if I can see an angle, because 
you are a friend of Brenda�s.�  He advised, as she went back into tears, her hopes for a 
way out evaporating.  �Cheer up Blue Eyes, I�m going to make a call and get you a coach. 
You watch the dancers for ideas and I�ll be back in a bit.�  He said patting her upper arm 
as he left her alone at the table.

She watched two complete routines.  They each went from a sexy outfit to nothing but 
heels over the course of several songs.  She was aghast at the postures, gestures, and 
erotic movements the dancers exhibited and was amazed at the reaction they got from the 
men in the audience.  She strained her brain to imagine getting up there and enjoying the 
ordeal, since there was apparently no way out.  Her concentration was interrupted when 
she heard,  �Oh Blue Eyes, this is Gina.  She is here to help you.�

�Hi, I�m Gina.  Walter brought me here to give you an advantage in a contest they�re 
having in this place tonight, is that right?�

�Ah, that�s great, thank you.�  Linda Lee responded a little off balance. 

�I don�t work at this place, so we�ve got to talk here out front.  Now you�ve never done 
this before, right?�  Linda Lee nodded.  �Well, if there was one secret I could impart that 
would give you a fighting chance, it is that you have to communicate to the audience you 
are enjoying it up there.  Shy is okay, turned on is better, like you have just discovered 
your calling for the first time is probably the best, but above all else, you have to make 
them think you are enjoying being up there.  If you show them you enjoy positive 
reactions from them, they will give you more.  Once you experience how it works, you will 
find yourself feeding on their responses for your energy.  Now why don�t you stand up 
and let�s see what we have to work with.� 

Linda Lee stood up at the side of the table and looked to see if anyone was looking.  All 
of the customers, including Larcher were spurring on the dancer on stage and not paying 
attention to her.

�You are very pretty.  You have a �prettiest girl in the neighborhood� appeal.  That should 
work.  Can you pull back the coat?�  Linda Lee pulled it back letting it hang from her arms 
along the small of her back.  �You obviously workout, you�re very fit.  Let me see what we 
ha . . .�  She said pulling down the shoulder straps down Linda Lee�s arms, but stopped 
when she backed out of reach.  �Do you want me to help or not?  I�ve got to check out the 
instrument you are going to be playing.  Honey, you�re gonna be doing it all by yourself 
in here, up there, and all of these guys will be having their eyes on you.  You�re gonna to 
have to get used to doing it sometime.�  And, with that, Linda Lee eased up on her 
opposition, moved back into range, and allowed Gina to ease the straps off of her 
shoulder.  �They�re nice.  They�re not big, but they have a nice shape, they�re firm,� she 
said fondling them with her hands, �and you�d have to call them perky.  Okay then, were 
working with perky girl-next-door, athletic type.  We can work with that.  Let�s see these 
hips.�  She said, starting to pull the hem of the dress upward.

�Do we have to do this here?  Isn�t there someplace else we could go?�  Linda Lee asked.

�I don�t know about you, Honey, but I made sacrifices to be here and to help you and 
Walter out.  I don�t have a lot of time, so do you mind?�  She said, continuing the dress� 
journey.  �What the . . .?�

�Hurry.  Please don�t let people see.�

�You act so shy, but you got a set of balls on you, Sister, to tattoo yourself like that.�

�I didn�t do it.  It was done to me against my will.�

�I see, well they did you good.  Actually, they did a pretty good job with it, I mean the 
realism of it and all.  Hmm, good strong feminine legs, nice ass, well proportioned calves, 
turn . . . okay then.�  She said moving the dress back in place.  �Well, that�s definitely 
a feature to consider.  We�d want to hide it until the end of your routine as much as 
possible.  What are you planning to wear?�

Linda Lee looked down embarrassed.  �This I guess.�

�Honey, you�ve got to do layers.  The dress comes off and you�ve shot your wad.�

�I�ve been ordered to always wear these heels and to never wear a bra or panties.�

�Ordered?�

�Well, it�s a long story I guess, but I am only doing this tonight because I am being 
forced to do it.  I have to follow directions, or my life in this town is history.�  Linda 
Lee disclosed.

�After you dance with that stocking/garter/g-string thing happening, you�ll MAke history 
in this town.  Now, now, don�t cry, we are going to use it to your advantage.  I�ve got an 
idea.  These guys go nuts for tee-shirts.  I�ll rig one for you to wear under the dress. 
It won�t be a bra, so you�ll be technically in line, but it will give you something to 
tease with. I�ve got some in my bag.  Here this number, we�ll cut it up a little bit like 
so . . .�

�I can�t return your shirt to you like that.  It�s ruined now that you are cutting it up.� 

�I�m sacrificing it for my team.  Let�s just say that if you win anything tonight, you�ll 
give me fifty bucks back for it.  Fair enough?�  Linda Lee nodded, as she watched with 
admiration as Gina confidently snipped and tied the tee shirt into a pseudo-halter, with 
the words �more than a mouthful� across the chest.  She tried it on and felt sexy wearing 
it.  She quickly covered it up with her dress to keep it a surprise for later.  The two 
discussed a routine tailored for her, and Gina left her with Larcher.

When the dancers changed, Larcher came back, �So did you get everything worked out?�

�I think she helped a lot.�

�Good.  Do you want to get something to eat to settle those nerves?�

�I�ll try, but I don�t think I�ll be able to.�

They left for fast food and conversation, Larcher wanting to know every detail about her 
and her life.

They returned half an hour before the amateurs were to go on stage.  The club was packed. 
Linda Lee followed Larcher through the crowd in a daze of electrified nerves.  She looked 
at bodies, rather than faces, as they snaked through, to avoid eye contact with anyone. 
Larcher started getting ahead of her a bit, creating a gap.   Just then a pair of breasts, 
confronting her in her path halted her forward progress.  She looked up to find one of 
Vanessa�s henchwomen staring threateningly at her.  She stood waiting for the girl�s next 
move, which was to smile devilishly at her and turn sideways to let her past.  She picked 
up her pace to catch up with Larcher, her head down and heart racing.

She tapped Larcher on the shoulder.  �They�re here.�

�Where?�

�Over there somewhere, I think.  I saw one.�

�Don�t worry, I�ll keep an eye on them for you.�  He said.  �Have you signed your name on 
the list yet?�

�No, what list?�

�The list of contestants.  Go over there.�  He said, pointing to a small crowd of girls 
talking to a lady with a clipboard.

�Is this where I sign up?�  Linda Lee asked shaking like a leaf.

�Sure is, your name please. . . .�

. . . �What exactly do we all do?�  Linda Lee asked.

�I guess that really proves you are an amateur.  Well, you�ll all come out one at a time as 
your name is called to dance together to the music for a song, then you will wait your turn 
off stage to come out solo for five minutes to do your individual thing.  Our judges will 
assess the crowd reaction to all of you and cut the field in half for a group dance 
elimination.  If you are signaled, you must leave the stage.  We�ll have three finalists do 
a dance-off to the finish, and the winner will get $250.00, second $100.00, third $50.00, 
and everyone gets a Kit Kat Club tee shirt.  Now would you sign here please?�  She 
instructed.

Brenda returned to Larcher�s side.  �I�m not going to be able to do this.  I�m gonna faint 
before I get up there.  I don�t know what I�m gonna do.�  Linda Lee said panicked. 

�Here, you could try one of these.�  Larcher said palming a small plastic bag of pills 
halfway out of his pocket for her to see.

�Drugs?  Oh my god no.�  Linda Lee said shocked.

�Suit yourself.  No booze, and no help from lab science, you really are a brave broad.  If 
it was me . . .�

�What is it?  What will it do?�  She asked now curious.

�One of these babies, and you will be elevated past nervous so you can deal with the task 
at hand.�

�Are they dangerous?�

�I suggest washing them down with something other than booze, otherwise, they come highly 
recommended.  Here, I�ll give you one.  You can take it if and when you want to, but 
remember, it will take a good twenty minutes to start taking affect.�  He advised.

�I wish Gina were here to give me some more pointers.�

�Did she tell you to act like you are enjoying it?�  Brenda nodded.  �How about having eye 
contact?�

�I guess there wasn�t enough time.�

�Try to connect with each person in the room at least once, so they think you�re dancing 
just for them.  You�ve got a time limit, so keep that part moving.�

�Yeah, five minutes.�

�There are a lot of people here tonight, spread it around.�

�Is there anything else?�  Linda Lee asked hopefully.

�That�s about it.  I�ll try to coach you without being obvious.  When people are shouting 
things to you, just listen to me and my voice.  I�ll tell you what I think you should be 
doing.  I think you need to go with them now.�  He directed, noticing several excited girls 
starting to make their way backstage. 

Linda Lee closed her eyes for a moment while she took in a couple of deep breaths.  When 
she opened them, she spied a glass three quarters full of beer.  �Okay if I have a couple 
of gulps?�  She asked the glass� owner.

�Knock yourself out.�  He said, holding his hand out in a welcoming gesture.

Linda Lee popped the pill in her mouth, took a couple of swallows, straightened her posture, 
and made her way back to the curtained exit to the back of the stage.  There she waited 
impatiently with her competition made up of giggly eighteen to early twenty-somethings, 
self-assured experienced amateurs and one other nervous ninny there on a dare.  She 
gravitated toward the nervous one and asked about her participation.  The cute twenty year 
old related that her boyfriend was not willing to make a commitment to marry her unless she 
could prove to him, through successive prescribed trials, that she was sexually daring.  He 
didn�t want to take the chance of marrying someone who would be bored or boring sexually 
after they were hitched.  She was to enter this contest tonight, and make love to one or 
more partners of her boyfriend�s choosing on another occasion for starters before he would 
even consider a proposal.  Linda Lee felt compelled to counsel her, but had neither the 
energy nor the will to interfere, given her own problems looming so large.

The contestants were in their sexiest street clothes.  Some were in short-shorts and sexy 
tops and others in revealing dresses like Linda Lee�s.  She sat with her painted legs 
covered by her draped coat to avoid drawing attention to the oddity of her painted on 
nylons.  She found herself forgetting to breathe and would take in deep breaths to make up 
for it.  The tension mounted as the announcer started talking to the audience over the PA 
system.  Each of the contestants was standing.  Some padded in place, while others tried to 
loosen up or stretch.  Linda Lee tried to get the haunting reality that the high school�s 
trusted coach and sometimes mentor was about to do a strip routine in front of a large room 
full of strangers, at least she hoped they were strangers.

The cheers of the crowd for the girls that went before her, caused her to feel faint.  She 
was the very last one called, probably because she signed up last.  She walked out onto the 
stage, trying to pace her movements to the music to help maintain her poise.  She couldn�t 
see anyone in particular at first, as the whole experience was a sensory overload for her. 
Although she was clothed, she knew the crowd could see the dark outline of the painted on 
g-string.  To them, it looked like a sundress over a bikini swimsuit, but to her, she knew 
they were looking right at her body and she fought the temptation to put her hands where she 
didn�t want them looking.  When the line was complete by her falling in at the end, she 
started to see around the room.  Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling excited men, until 
she finally scanned to the back and saw six girls and their male slaves wearing collars. 
They just looked like gothic punks, but she knew who they were.  As the line got down to 
her to leave the stage, she saw Larcher move over and talk to the Phaedrian group.

Backstage she sat with the girl there on a dare.  One by one, the girls went out by 
themselves wearing their clothes, and one by one they came back holding them by their 
semi-nude to totally nude bodies.  Linda Lee was feeling more and more nauseous at the 
prospect of going out there herself.  When her newfound acquaintance came back, she was 
totally nude.  She was beaming.  She sat excitedly down next to Linda Lee.  �I did it!  I 
did it!  It was great.  Now he�ll want to marry me, I�m sure.�

Linda Lee rolled her eyes and felt more nauseous than before.  �Are you okay?  You�re up 
yourself pretty soon.�

�I don�t think I can . . .�

�Here somebody help me, we have to keep her walking around, I think she drank too much.� 
The girl said soliciting help.  Linda Lee was walked around the waiting area mumbling until 
it was time for her to go out.  The girls helped her walk her to the entrance to the stage 
and shoved her in the general direction of the audience.  Linda Lee, startled by the 
lighting and audience�s reaction to her, turned to go backstage again but the M.C. rushed 
over to her side and escorted her to the front of the stage.  There the crowd started 
cheering and calling for her to dance.  The music started to pick her up and she started to 
move to it dazed.  Then her movements became more pronounced and refined as the cheering 
picked up.  The crowd was collectively realizing that they were in some measure 
orchestrating her responses.

She danced as best as she could with the high heels on, as if she were at a party of close 
friends encouraging her on.  Her athleticism started to show and the crowd was starting to 
become impressed despite her slow start.  At the end of the song, she stopped, took in some 
deep breaths and ran her fingers back through her hair in an uninhibited motion, like she 
was alone in her own bathroom, to collect her energies for the next song. 

When the next song started, she closed her eyes and started to sway her body to it, picking 
up the beat and tempo.  Members of the crowd started cheering, �down with the dress� and 
�show us your tits�.  With inhibitions impaired now, she teased the shoulder straps down 
remembering to look momentarily at each person in the front couple of rows of the standing 
room only crowd, trying to get them to continue shouting comments at her.  She slowly and 
sensuously rolled the top of the dress down to waist, �That�s it,� she heard Larcher�s voice 
say, as she danced with her hands in the air to accent the movement of her hips forward, 
back and around. 

The undersides of her breasts were visible, but the unexpected tee shirt covering them was 
driving the crowd to distraction.  She came to the edge of the stage, squatted down and 
signaled for a patron to surrender his beer.  Two full beers were eagerly presented to her 
thinking she might need some loosening up.  Instead, she poured the two glasses across her 
chest to show her tits through the now wet tee shirt.  She danced that way with the crowd 
going nuts imploring her to take the top off.  But the M.C. called �time� before she could 
go any further. 

She stayed on stage while five others were called back.  During the ensuing dance, she 
hung back and let the more aggressive dancers take center stage.  Heads craned, however, 
to see what she was up to in her elusiveness behind the others.  She danced like she was 
practicing in front of a mirror at home what it would be like to dance in a place like 
this, not paying attention to the crowd as Larcher advised.  This created a great deal of 
curiosity around her. Some of the jealous dancers, who tried to block her view from the 
judges, were signaled to leave the stage.  During the dance, she rubbed and squeezed her 
breasts through and under the tee shirt, relatively oblivious to all but the music.

When the music stopped, she opened her eyes and grew embarrassed that she was on stage in 
front of a roomful of curious onlookers.  �She heard the announcer saying, �This is it 
ladies.  This is where we find out who is the amateur winner tonight.  Take it away.� 
And with that the music came up again.  She started dancing with a scared/worried look on 
her face.  The other girls were dancing topless in thongs and she in a rolled down dress 
like a skirt and a wet tee shirt top.

�Skin to win.�  Was the chant coming up from the crowd.  The two other girls sensuously 
removed their thongs.

Larcher�s voice said, �Lose the top, Blue Eyes.� 

Linda Lee sucked in her will and removed the tee shirt slowly over her head.  The crowd 
cheered loudly, then went back into a chant of �Skin to win. Skin to win. . . .�  The 
other two contestants were a little distracted, because they had nothing left to remove. 
Then Larcher�s voice struck her core, �Lose the dress, Blue Eyes, now.�

Linda Lee took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to wriggle the dress down her 
hips, but rolled up as it was, it wouldn�t go down.  �Lose the dress, hurry.�  Larcher�s 
voice said.  She quickly rolled the dress up and pulled it over her head.  The crowd 
cheered, then came to a silence like train cars nestling to a stop at a station as they 
surveyed the painted on lingerie.  �Skin to win.�  Larcher chanted, and eventually they 
were all chanting �Skin to win.�

Linda Lee looked for him, confused at the direction.  Then she heard him say, �You�re 
gonna to have to prove to them that you aren�t wearing a gee, Blue Eyes.�  She didn�t 
know what to do, so she walked up to the edge of the stage to give everyone a better 
look.  They continued the chant amused that she was taking up the challenge.  Now she 
held her cuntlips apart to show them her pink nether skin.  They cheered and then 
proceeded to challenge her one last time to see what she�d do.  �Skin to win.� The chant 
continued.

She looked for Larcher again.  Then she heard, �Show them that it works.  Touch it, 
rub it.�  All at once she flashed back to the day before when her cunt burned and itched 
for relief.  Her mind was helping her follow Larcher�s instructions and she started to 
touch herself between her legs.  The other two dancers thought about keeping pace with 
her and put their hands on their cunts too, but decided in short order to just lay back 
and enjoy the show themselves.

Linda Lee was now compelled to resolve a conflict created between her legs, closed her 
eyes, and squatted down onto her hand working her snatch, while caressing her breasts 
with her other.  The music was extended and the other contestants had milled back out 
front to see what the different commotion was all about, as instructions being shouted 
out from everyone were melding together in a dull roar of crowd sound.  Linda Lee rode 
her hand to a quivering, resounding climax, having her ending up on the stage totally 
exhausted on her knees.  The M.C. came over and raised her hand in victory after 
announcing and presenting second and third place.

Her co-finalists, in a show of sportsmanship, helped her up and walked her backstage. 
�Remind me never to enter a contest like this with you in it again.�  One of them said 
to her as Linda Lee sat dazed, not bothering with the close-up curious stares at her 
painted lower half by all back there dressing.

When all of the others were back out front, her impromptu friend came back to find her. 
�Hey you need to get dressed.  It�s over, you won.  Good luck with things.�  She said.

�Oh, you too.  Thanks.�  Linda Lee said, thankful that the girl cared enough to check on 
her.  She got dressed, feeling a bit motion sick and reentered the bar.  Larcher was 
waiting for her, handed her an envelop and a tee shirt, and said, �Looks like you�re ready 
to get outta here.  I�ll walk you to your car.  Once she was in her car, he entered it 
from the other side presumably to debrief, and she asked about the Phaedrians. 

�They are officially off your case now.�

�Really?�  She said perking up.

�Ye-up. I traded them for your contract.  You don�t have to worry about them anymore. 
You can pay off your debt with me now and never have to see them again.  Here take it out.� 
He said, referring to his joint.

�But I have a boyfriend.�

�What does that have to do with paying your debts.  Do you really think he would appreciate 
knowing what you did tonight, that by the account of everyone there and this tape, you 
enjoyed yourself up on that stage.

�Oh gawd, you wouldn�t.�

�We all have our needs.  I look out for you, and you look out for me.  That�s how we all 
get along in life.  Frankly, you got me pretty hot with your performance in there, you owe 
me, and now�s the time to pay up, or you will not like the interest and fees that get 
attached for late payment.�

�You can�t be serious.  I thought you were a nice man, a friend of Brenda�s�

�I�m all that, plus I�m hornier than ever.  If you�re not going to take care of your end 
of the bargain, I�ll just have to show you my other side.�

The way he said it made Linda Lee decide not to argue any longer.  She leaned over and 
opened his fly with her left hand, fished in his pants, and wormed out his semi-stiff 
uncut gristle rod.

�That�s more like it.  Now, play with it.�  He directed.

She had never seen an uncut penis before so she didn�t touch it with any kind of 
confidence.  �You can do better than that.  You said you have a boyfriend.�  He insisted.

�I�m not left handed though.�

�That�s it.  Just put your mouth on it then.�  He said impatiently.

�What?�

�Surely you blow your boyfriend now and again.� 

�I�ve never put his thing in my mouth, that�s disgusting.�

�Boy, have you got a lot to learn.  He�s gonna love you even more after tonight.  Now put 
it in your mouth and suck on it.�  He ordered.

She slowly got close to it, smelling his acrid maleness, and opened her mouth with disgust. 
Larcher grabbed the top of her head with his fingers interlaced through her hair, and 
pushed her head down onto it.  She sputtered from gagging, but he instructed her on the 
motion by pushing and pulling her head up and down on his shaft.  �Suction, more suction.� 
He coached.  She tried to shake his hand off of her head like a spirited filly, but he 
tightened his grip on her hair to calm her down.  Then he pulled her head off of him and 
tilted it back by her hair so she had to look at him down the line of her nose.  �I�ll give 
you three choices, I finish in your mouth, up your butt, or in your pussy.  What will it 
be?�

For Linda Lee, this was no choice at all.  They were all equally revolting.  �Hunh?  What 
will it be?�  he asked jerking her head back a little more for emphasis of his resolve.

�Mouth.�  She said, just wanting out of there as fast as she could go.

�That�s more like it.�  He said easing her head back down onto his.

She sucked more diligently, and placed her left hand where his balls would be and pulsed 
some squeezes to them, as he seemed to respond favorably to the stimulation.  She monitored 
his responses as best she could to help him along more efficiently and to be ready for 
his eruption.  Then it came.  She started to feel the first batch of warm semen hit the 
roof of her mouth in back and tried to raise her head off of his pole.  He held her head 
down and pushed his dick in harder, so it lodged in the back of her throat cutting off her 
breathing.  When he was through depositing his release in her mouth, she had to swallow 
before she could gasp in her needed breath for fear of drowning in his cum.

�There, now was that as good for you as it was for me?�  He said teasingly.  Linda Lee sat 
facing forward, her hands on the top of the steering wheel, steaming and not saying a word. 
�Well, I best be going now.  I�m outta here as soon as I hear a �thank you� from those 
pretty lips.�

As a pressure cooker signaling the cook, she breathed out a reluctant, �Thank you,� and 
Larcher was on his way, acting humored at her humiliation.  �I can�t wait for the next 
debt installment.� He said shutting the door.

Linda Lee closed her eyes in bewilderment and dread from his final remark, dropped her 
head to her hands on the steering wheel and wept shaking her head for a while before 
returning home.