Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 14:06:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gina's shower{Jenna}(best, inc, F/f, F/F)[13!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2006.

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and animals and adult females with
other females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.

Gina's shower -- Part 13

Sitting on her bed alone, Lisa pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped
her arms around them. She stared at the wall and reflected upon the past
week. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed in a few short
days. Her once wonderful daughter Gina had turned on her in the most
outrageous manner imaginable and Lisa had no idea how to correct things.

>From the moment Gina forced Lisa to have an orgasm at the behest of Skip,
Lisa was under her control. Lisa recalled pleading with Gina not to tell
anyone and how her pleas fell on deaf ears.

The first thing Gina did was force Lisa to give up all her credit cards
except one. She allowed Lisa one card and that was only for emergencies or
maybe gas.

Lisa winced when she remembered Gina bought an expensive video camera with
her credit card and then filmed her and Skip having sex in the backyard. A
tear rolled down her cheek as she bit her lower lip and cursed herself for
being so stupid. "Why did I allow her to do that!" Lisa screamed in her
mind, "I'm a fucking idiot!"

It was sick how Gina literally made a big production out of it, too. She
kept yelling, "Cut" and "Action" as she sat in a Directors chair. She had
lights and she kept wanting to zoom in for close ups. The worst part was
how Gina kept making Lisa `act' like a porn star. She made her moan and
groan and rub her own tits and bite her lip while she begged Skip to fuck
her harder and harder.

The most disturbing part for Lisa was that in the end, she actually had a
REAL orgasm on camera. None of it was fictitious and that really bothered
her.

Up until then it had been bad enough that Gina merely threatened to "tell"
people, but now she had video evidence to back up her accusations. Lisa
pulled her own hair and slapped herself for being so stupid.

Lisa cringed as she recalled the latest happenings. Gina was dictating
things for her to wear and none of them fit properly and they all looked
terrible. At work she was getting horrible looks from her co-workers and it
was understandable. Lisa had always been known as a conservative
dresser. Let's face it, she had to be, she was a successful account
executive for a very famous advertising company. It was important that she
present a professional appearance, especially during presentations to
clients.

Lisa's bedroom door, which was to remain unlocked and partially open at all
times (according to Gina), swung open and some clothes flew in. "Mom, here
are your clothes for today. Put them on and wear them to work." Gina said
flatly.

Lisa's mouth dropped open in disbelief. There was no way she could fit into
those things and there was NO WAY she could wear them to work. Her heart
began to race and she wanted to protest, but instead she cleared her throat
and softly said, "But honey, I won't fit into those."

"Fine," Gina said as she turned her back, "That's fine. I'll just go with
you to work and tell a few people about what you did. Or better yet, what
do you say I bring along a few copies of your DVD with Skip?"

Lisa gasped. She knew Gina was serious, so she grabbed the tiny black
plastic mini skirt and white cotton crop top and began to undress. She
stared at the two items for what seemed an eternity before she shimmied
into the tight miniskirt. She barely pulled it over her panties when she
heard Gina say, "Did I give you panties to wear?"

Lisa blushed in total embarrassment. Things had just gone from bad to
worse. She reluctantly pushed the miniskirt down and took a deep breath
before she pushed her panties to the ground, too.

Admittedly, the mini skirt did fit a tiny bit better without panties, but
not much. "Oh my God," Lisa moaned, "it's so short!"

"No bra, either," Gina directed.

"Oh no, PLEASE, Gina, PLEASE! I must wear a bra, PLEASE!"

"Nope," Gina said as she wagged her index finger `no'.

Lisa unfastened her bra and her large breasts sprung from their confines
and hung shapely on her chest. She rubbed them briefly and massaged the
indentations in her skin left from the heavy wire supported bra. She pulled
on the crop top and glanced at herself in the mirror. "Oh my GOD," she
groaned loudly. She could see the bottom edge of her breasts under the
blouse. As she turned to get a look at her backside, she gasped again when
she realized the hem barely covered her bottom.

Without thinking, Lisa began to protest. She made a case for not wearing
the outfit and made sure Gina knew she had a very important presentation to
make that day and if she wore something so outrageous she may even get
fired!

Her mother's resistance only angered Gina. "I wasn't going to make you wear
this," she said as she reached in a paper bag, "but since you're making
such a big deal about your outfit, you WILL."

Gina handed Lisa a dog collar. The thin black leather collar had a lone,
heart shaped charm dangling from it. On one side it read: "I luv dogs" and
on the other it read: "If found call: 443-825-3647" which translated means
"4 I fuck dogs". Gina reveled in her deviousness.

Lisa felt weak as she turned to face the full length mirror and manipulate
the collar around her neck. "Oh gawd," she moaned softely when she saw the
bottom edge of her nipples begin to show when she raised her arms. The tiny
top was way too short. What if she needed to brush her hair or scratch her
head? Lisa was filled with regret and fear. How would she ever be able to
go to work looking like this?

Gina had a plan. She told her mom, "Meet me for lunch today at 11 and plan
on taking the rest of the day off." Gina knew her mom was wealthy enough to
retire today and it wouldn't matter if she stopped working and never went
back. So to ask her to take a half day off was nothing in the big picture
of life. A warm rush flooded her pussy. Exercising such control was a rush
and Gina loved it.

Lisa pleaded with Gina to let her stay at work. She told her about her
meeting and that it would be very hard for her to just get up and walk
out. Lisa was torn by the sudden request. On one hand, she didn't want to
go to work at all dressed as she was, but her sense of duty insisted that
she do her job, despite the uncomfortable circumstances. She was between a
rock and a hard place and she didn't like it.

In the end, Lisa knew she didn't have a choice. She agreed to meet her
daughter in the lobby of her building at 11.

As the time approached 11, Gina waited in the lobby of her mom's
building. When one of the elevator doors opened and Gina saw her mom step
out, she waved to her.

Lisa's black stiletto heals clicked and clacked on the tile floor, which
caused heads to turn and locate the source. Gina smiled greedily as she
took in the whole scene. She loved seeing men and women stare at her
scantily clad mother as she sashayed through the lobby. "I bet she doesn't
even know how good she looks right now," Gina said to herself as she
watched her mother.

Lisa's sizable breasts swung and bounced easily under the tiny top and to
everyone present it was quite a sight. There was no denying that she was
braless and panty-less. The friction from the cotton top on her sensitive
nipples caused them to harden and protrude through the thin material and
added unnecessary confirmation that she was braless. Even though she was
still uncomfortable with her outfit, Lisa had become somewhat used to it.

Gina greeted her mom with a loud, cheery, "Hi mom! Wow, don't you look
slutty today!"

Lisa turned red and whispered, "Why do you insist on humiliating me, Gina?"

Gina just laughed and attached a leash to her mom's collar. "Follow me,
whore," Gina sternly ordered.

Lisa's heart began to race. She was humiliated beyond belief. What if
someone she knew saw her? "Oh my gawd," she moaned softly as she fought
back the urge to cry. When she felt the leash go taught and jerk on her
neck, Lisa reluctantly began to walk behind her daughter.

"Please, Gina," Lisa quietly pleaded, "Please Gina, please don't do
this. Not here, please!"

Gina just kept walking out the front door with her mother in tow. Down the
front steps she led her to the street and her awaiting car.

Lisa was shocked when she saw two young girls sitting in Gina's car. The
girl in back was videotaping them. "Gina!" cried Lisa as she froze in mid
step, "there are girls in your car! You promised not to tell anyone!"

Lisa's heart sank; she knew she was in real trouble now. If what she
suspected was true and Gina had told someone, her life as she knew it was
over.

Gina tugged on her leash and shrugged, "Sorry mom, this was just too good
to keep to myself."

Gina opened the car door and told her mother to get in.

The one girl scooted over and insisted Lisa sit next to her in the back
seat and the other girl followed her in and forced Lisa to sit between
them.

"Mom," began Gina, "this is Becky and Rachael. They're, how shall I say,
acquaintances of mine."

Becky felt like she'd just been let out of prison. In fact, she had, kind
of. For her part in defiling Rhonda she got six months at juvy and 4 months
probation until she was 18. Rachael served a little less time, but her
probation was longer so things evened out.

The day after they turned 18, Becky and Rachael confronted Gina and
attempted to rekindle the old blackmail scheme. When Gina told them about
her mother and offered to let them in on it, it was an opportunity the
twins couldn't pass up.

Becky looked at Gina and said, "You said she'd do whatever we want, right?"

"She'd better," Gina replied as she started the car and began to drive off.

Lisa begged Gina, "Gina, please! What are you doing? We had a deal! Please,
you promised."

Gina kept driving and ignored her mother.

"Let's go to Pet World," suggested Becky.

Becky leaned in and crushed Lisa between her and her sister. She reached up
and gently stroked the bottom of Lisa's breast since it hung nicely under
the tiny, tight top.

"Please don't do that," snapped Lisa, as she pushed away Becky's
hand. "She's insane if she thinks I'm going to let her touch me," Lisa
complained in her mind. Lisa was angry at Gina. She'd been betrayed by her
twice now. It wasn't bad enough that she had her acting like a slave, but
now she'd told two girls, too.

When Lisa pushed away her hand it angered Becky and she reacted
immediately. She grabbed Lisa by the back of her hair and jerked her head
backward. She leaned over her face and growled, "Listen bitch, I'll do
whatever the hell I want and you'll like it! Got it, cunt?!"

Lisa was startled at how aggressive and strong this girl was. She was
trapped and outnumbered. She wanted to fight back but feared the
worse. Lisa prided herself on how good she looked and worried what these
two girls might do if she fought back. She thought twice and tried to
defuse the situation, "Sorry," she said.

All the way to Pet World the two girls molested Lisa. They fingered her and
grabbed her breasts, they lifted her top and exposed her to passersby, they
sucked her tits while people watched and they basically did whatever they
could to humiliate and degrade her.

Gina parked and the girls got out. Becky tugged on Lisa's leash and urged
her to get out and follow them.

Lisa was petrified. She just couldn't go in there dressed the way she was
and attached to a lead. "Please! Please don't make me go in there like
this! What if I see someone I know in there? What will people think? Can we
please at least take the leash off? Please?" she begged and pleaded.

"Get out, bitch," Becky ordered with a firm jerk on the leash.

Reluctantly Lisa slid out of the car. She glanced around the parking lot to
see who might see her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as her anxiety
built. Her legs were shaky as she staggered in her stiletto heels toward
the entrance.

Once inside, employees stared in disbelief. They couldn't believe that an
older woman was being paraded around in clothes like that, but worse yet
she was on a leash! It was disgusting and exciting at the same time.

Becky moved in behind Lisa and took a short hold on the lead. "Keep
walking," she whispered in her left ear as she slid her right hand under
Lisa's buttocks. She groped and fondled her ass as they strolled the aisles
in route to the dog kennel.

Lisa was so uncomfortable she wanted to cry. She couldn't believe she was
in the position she was. She hated that she had allowed herself to have sex
with the family dog. She hated that her own daughter was blackmailing her
and had told two girls. She hated being forced to wear such revealing
clothes. She hated being walked around on a leash like a dog. She hated
that this young girl could fondle her or touch her or make her do things
that she didn't want to.

Lisa squirmed as the girls hand and fingers worked their way closer and
closer to her anus. She wanted to cry out, but bit her lower lip
instead. She didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to her predicament,
so she did her best to `not react' to the girls unwanted intrusion. Lisa
quietly gasped and stiffened when she felt the girls finger press inside
her anus. "Oh my gawd," she moaned to herself as she tried to tighten her
buttocks and squeeze the girls hand out.

Becky loved having such deviant control over an older woman, a woman old
enough to be her mother. She loved seeing how the woman reacted when she
pressed her finger in her ass. When she didn't protest, Becky knew that she
liked it. As they continued to head to the back of the store, she kept
fingering the woman's ass. A mixture of sweat, anal moisture and probably
pussy ooze lubricated her fingers and hand and made finger fucking her ass
a breeze.

It didn't make sense to Lisa. Her inner thighs were getting more and more
slippery. The girls hand and fingers had done something to her. She closed
her eyes briefly and sighed deeply as she tried to fight the sensations
taking over her body. Something terrible was happening to her and she
couldn't fight it. Her stomach tightened and her anus twitched each time
the girl moved her finger. It was as if her ass didn't want to let go of
the girls' finger. She could feel her anus tighten whenever the girl tried
to withdraw her finger. Then when she'd press it back in, Lisa moaned
softly as if encouraging her to press it in as deeply as she could.

None of it made sense. This wasn't what Lisa wanted. She didn't want the
girl to finger her ass in a pet store with patrons and employees
watching. She didn't, truly she didn't. But her body was telling her
something completely different.

Becky pushed Lisa face front into the front of a dog kennel for an adult
collie. She leaned into Lisa's back and whispered for her to reach up and
grab the chain link fence.

Lisa moaned. Her body was electrified as she was forcefully pressed against
the metal mesh. Her fingers curled into the wire fence and tightened. The
cold steel waffle framework crisscrossed her cheekbone when the girl
grabbed her hair and wrenched her face against the cage.

Becky used her body to press Lisa's pelvis against the cage and she used
her free hand to lift her skirt in the front.

Lisa was helpless. She weakly tried to beg them to stop, but her mind was
clouded with contradictory information.

The collie stood up and sniffed at Lisa's heated pussy. Her pubic hair
poked through the chain link fence and tickled the dog's nose. He lapped at
the woman's glistening mound and tasted hot human pussy for the first
time. He liked it and continued.

Lisa's knees grew weak. She was entering a place she shouldn't be. She knew
it, but what could she do about it. The girl was so strong.

"Good doggy," Becky whispered as she pressed even harder against the
woman's back. She started to rub Lisa's ass again and eventually worked her
finger past the tight clenches of her buttocks and began to finger her. She
could tell by Lisa's soft moans and groans that despite her outward
resistance, deep down she really liked it.

Lisa was trapped. She tried to squirm away from the dog's tongue and the
girls' finger in her ass, but her movement only seemed to heighten the
sensations. She began to pant as her thighs and anus became lubricated with
dog saliva and pussy juice. It was insane!

Lisa's eyes began to roll around her head as her heart rate
intensified. Her breathing became short and erratic. The dog's coarse
tongue scraped over her hypersensitive clit and she knew what that would
lead too. Her knees grew weak and she tried desperately to stop the
impending build up deep inside her loin.

"Oh no," Lisa moaned weakly as the accumulation of sensations began taking
their toll. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm
and she couldn't stop it. Her grip tightened on the chain link fence and
her knuckles turned white. Her panting made her mouth dry as she ground her
hips against the cage and the dog's tongue.

She could feel her anus squeeze the girls' fingers and her buttocks clench
her hand. Lisa was about to cum and she couldn't stop it.

"Oh," Lisa moaned, "oh, oh," she panted uncontrollably. "Oh no," she
groaned as her hips pressed against the fence, "oh no, please, not here,
PLEASE!" Lisa felt her skirt being raised by Gina to expose her ass
completely. Although she didn't know for sure, Lisa was almost positive she
did that so patrons and employees could watch. The thought of being forced
to have an orgasm at the hand of a stranger and a dog was almost more than
she could bear. But then again, Lisa could not deny the absolutely
fantastic sensation of how good an orgasm felt. She loved the feeling of
`release' when she came. She loved how her insides seemed to pour out in
rhythmic spasms of electricity that manifested themselves in a luxurious
burst of bodily fluids.

Her internal battle between good and evil was being won by evil. Lisa knew
she was about to cum and she knew everyone was going to watch. "OH GAWD,"
she groaned loudly as the pressure reached its peak.

Everyone could see the woman's bare ass and firm, long legs tighten and
flex as she groaned and moaned and pressed against the cage. Her legs were
spread just enough that they could see the dogs tongue flick under her
pussy and ass as the teenage girl pumped two fingers deep in her tight
hole.

Eyes were wide with disbelief as the older woman came and convulsed against
the cage.

As Lisa's orgasm began to subside, shame overwhelmed her. She knew she'd
just done something awful and she wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

Becky spun the woman around and pressed her back against the cage. Still
holding the spent woman by the hair, she leaned against her and rubbed her
dirty, cum coated fingers under Lisa's nose. "Clean my fingers, bitch,"
Becky insisted, "clean `em good."

She forced her fingers into Lisa's mouth and made her suck on them.

Lisa had never tasted her own juices before and at first was repulsed by
the pungent odor and tangy taste. But as she worked her tongue around the
girls' fingers she actually found her own flavor rather pleasant. Lisa knew
she had just crossed into some strange new place and she wasn't sure what
the future held.


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