Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 18:25:18 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Scandal

The Scandal by Laura Lynn  Davis, F/F/F Bnd

I was only peripherally involved in the scandal and I  didn't serve any
time but I lost my job and had no chance of ever getting an  equivalent
position again. My accounting career was over. I was twenty-seven, a
single mother with a four-year-old daughter to support. My boss got a lot of
satisfaction out of firing me. I'd turned him down when he made a pass and
he  never forgave me.
I didn't have much in the way of savings and what I had  was soon gone. I
lost my apartment and moved in with my mother. She watched  Janey while I
looked for work. Nobody wanted to take a chance on me. I even  applied for a
job as a bookkeeper and was turned  down.
I did get some offers but they had nothing to do with  work and everything
to do with the fact that I was tall, blonde, and reasonably  attractive. To
my everlasting shame, when I was down to my last four dollars, I  did give
one guy a blowjob for fifty bucks. He made me strip and do him on my  knees,
right there in his office. He came in my mouth and made me swallow every
drop. Then he kept my panties as a souvenir.
Two days later I took a job as a barmaid, working for  tips. It was a dyke
bar, a leather joint, over on Preston, behind the university. The owner of
the bar, a  tough woman in her late thirties named Greta, knew I was
desperate. I'd go in  after seeing the `Help Wanted' sign in the window.
"You'll work for tips. You'll work nude and you'll shave  your pussy
before you start. Your hours will be 4 p.m. to 2 a.m., Tuesday  through Sunday.
We're closed on  Monday. Take it or leave it." As I stared at her in
horror she smiled and said,  "I saw your picture in the paper last spring."
I took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll take it." I got  up to leave.
"I'll be back at four."
She laughed. "Not so fast, sugar. Strip and show me what  you've got first.
"
I glanced around. We were at a table in the back of the  room. "Here?"
She nodded. "Here. Now. Be quick about  it."
I stared at a spot on the wall while I removed my  clothes. When I was
finished she had me turn around slowly while she looked me  over. "Nice.  Your
tits are a little  small for my taste but you've got a nice ass and great
legs. Shave and get your  ass back her by four." I reached for my bra. "Not so
fast, sugar. Go over to the  bar and get me a cup of coffee."
It was early, only 11:00 a.m., but there were a dozen  women in the bar
eating an early lunch. They watched with unconcealed interest  as I walked
across the room. By the time I got to the bar the bartender, a cute  redhead,
had a cup of coffee ready. She ran her eyes over my nude body.  "Nice. I'm
going to enjoy  you."
I assumed she meant she was going to enjoy working with  me. I nodded and
said, "Thanks." Later, I found out she'd meant exactly what she  said.
After I brought the coffee  Greta allowed me to get dressed and leave. I went
back to my mother's place and  took a long hot shower and shaved myself.
My mother was glad to hear that I'd gotten a job and  didn't bother asking
where. Her interest ended when I told her I'd be working as  a barmaid. I
had a job and that was enough for her.
I got back to the bar at ten of four. I stripped in the  bathroom and hung
my clothes on a hook in Greta's office. I worked my ass off  for ten hours
and made $80 in tips. After the bar closed I spent another hour  helping the
bartender clean up. It was the redhead I'd met earlier. She'd worked  a
double shift that day. After we finished she and Greta took me into the office
and took turns raping me with a strap-on dildo.
I worked for Greta for a month and every day was the same  - I'd work my
ass off and then they'd rape me. I could have gone to the police  but why
bother? They'd have ignored me. And, to be honest, I felt like I  deserved it -
for being stupid enough to get involved in the scandal in the  first place.
So I cried when they fucked me, which amused them, and then went  home to
bed when they were done with me. I was their fuck slut and it might have  gone
on for years if I hadn't met Sara.
She was a college student, a senior, a rich girl from  upstate somewhere.
She had black hair, brown eyes, and smooth brown skin.  She was striking
but not really beautiful. Her features were too strong for real  beauty. She
stroked my bottom while she gave me her order and I blushed. I made  no move
to stop her because Greta was watching.
Sara had two drinks and then left. When I brought her  second drink she
slipped her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit for a  moment with the tip
of her index finger. Then she dipped her finger in her  drink, vodka on the
rocks, and ran it along my slit. The vodka stung and I  closed my eyes and
whimpered as the burning sensation spread through my pussy.  She left me a
$20 tip.
That night, when I walked out of the bar shortly after 4  a.m., Sara was
waiting for me. "What took you so long? The bar closed two hours  ago?"
I shrugged. "It took an hour to clean up. Then they raped  me for an hour."

"Who raped you?"
"Greta, the owner, and the bartender, Kim. They rape me  every night."
She stared at me in silence for a long moment. "That's  over now. You're
not going back there."
I shook my head. "I don't have any choice. I have to go  back or starve."
She grabbed my arm and swung me around. Before I could  say a word she
slapped me, a hard slap that split my lip. "I said that it's over  now.  You're
mine. I'll support  you."
I stared at her for a moment. "Will you support my  daughter, too?"
She nodded. "Of course." As she spoke she unbuttoned my  shirt and slipped
her hand inside, grinning when she discovered that I wasn't  wearing a bra.
 "Ummm. No bra, just  like the big girls." She fondled my tits and my
nipples hardened into little  points. I stood there, flat footed, and let her do
what she wanted. After a  couple of minutes she said, "Come with me." She
turned and walked away without  looking back.
I watched her for a moment and then followed. My shirt  was open to my
waist and the cool air washed over my bare tits as I followed her  to her car, a
new BMW convertible. As she pulled away from the curb she asked me  where
my daughter was staying. "At my mother's  house."
She handed me a cell phone. Call your mother so she won't  worry. Tell her
you're staying the night with a friend. I made the call knowing  that mom
would be pissed at being awakened at 4:15. Sara lived in a luxury condo
development on the other side of the campus, a world away from the  bar.
She pulled right into her garage and had me strip and  throw my clothes in
the trash. Then she took me inside and showed me around. It  was a big place
and rather messy. "I need a house-slut to keep the place clean."  She
paused and glanced at me. "And to warm my bed." She said she'd pay me and
named a figure that left me breathless. All of my money would go right into the
bank. She'd pay all expenses for me and for Janey. "In four years you'll
have  enough money to start your own business. I'll even pay your mother for
taking  care of Janey. What do you say?"
What could I say? I sank to my knees and whispered,  "You've got yourself
a house-slut." I started to cry. "Just don't be nice to me.  I don't
deserve it."
An hour later I had my first orgasm in almost a year. Her  tongue was in my
pussy and she had a finger in my ass. I screamed with pleasure  as I came
and came. When I woke in the morning she was gone. A note informed me  that
she'd be back from class shortly after noon. I was to get busy and clean  the
place up. And I was ordered to stay nude.
Since it was already noon I knew I'd never get done  before she arrived.
She came in a few minutes later and spanked me for being  a lazy slut. She
changed her clothes and left, saying she'd be back around five.  I worked
hard and had the place clean by the time she got back. She rewarded me  by
masturbating me to orgasm while I leaned over the kitchen  sink.
The next day, Saturday, she gave me a pair of jeans, a  T-shirt, and
running shoes and took me shopping. She bought me an entire  wardrobe. Then we
retrieved my car and brought it to my mother's house for her  to use or sell.
I visited with  Janey for an hour while Sara and my mother chatted about
art.
Sara told mom that she'd hired me to be her housekeeper.  She also told mom
she'd be paid for watching Janey. Mom protested but fell  silent when Sara
mentioned how much she was willing to pay. We left after an  hour. I'd visit
every other day for at least an hour, depending upon Sara's  class
schedule.
As we were leaving, mom stopped me. "You're not really  her housekeeper
are you? You can't cook a lick."
I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I'm her live-in maid, her  household slut.
I keep her place clean and warm her  bed."
Mom nodded. "I thought it was something like that." She  pause and patted
my arm. "Good for you. It's better that working at the awful  bar." She
turned and went inside, leaving me standing there with a look stunned  surprise
on my face.
The ride back to Sara's condo passed in silence. I was  still wearing the
jeans and T-shirt she'd given me that morning. As soon as we  got inside she
told me to strip. I took my clothes off and she fondled me while  she told
me that we'd be going out that night, after midnight, to a health club  in a
nearby town where I'd undergo a ritual cleansing. "Until then I don't want
to touch you or see you. Go down to the basement and kneel in the corner by
the  stairs."
I opened the basement door and paused. "My period is  starting. What shall
I do?"
She smiled. "Bleed."
I went down and got down on my knees in the corner. The  bare cement was
gritty under my knees. She came down and had me clasp my hands  behind my neck
with my elbows touching the walls on either side. "Keep your back  straight
and don't you dare move or you'll be punished  severely."
It was a few minutes shy of five p.m. when I went down to  the basement. I
spent seven hours on my knees and it was agony. After an hour I  cried for
several minutes and cried off and on until she came for me at  midnight. My
flow wasn't heavy yet but I had blood on my thighs and there was a  small
pool of blood on the floor. I cleaned it up with paper towels before we  went
upstairs.
She had me put on the same T-shirt and jeans I wore  earlier but I remained
barefoot. The drive to the health club took almost thirty  minutes. The
building was dark when we arrived but there was a minivan in the  parking lot.
Sara used her cell phone and a moment later a door opened on the  side of
the building.
The owner, a Japanese woman, held the door for us and  then locked it once
we were inside. By the time she finished locking the door I  was naked. Her
name was Kimiko but she told us to call her Kim. She led us down  a long
hallway and into a locker room. There was a tub, a sauna, shower, and the
usual gray metal lockers. What wasn't usual was the two nude girls who were
waiting. They were young, no more than fifteen or sixteen, and were obviously
Japanese too.
Two leather chairs had been placed in the center of the  room. Sara and Kim
sat down and Kim motioned to the girls. As they led me to the  tub I heard
Kim tell Sara that the girls were her nieces - Mari and Su-Lin. The  huge
tub was filled with hot, soapy water. The girls climbed in with me and gave
me a through bath, the first step in the cleansing  process.
Before we got into the bath, they secured my wrists  behind my back with a
soft cord to insure that I wouldn't touch myself during  the cleansing. It
was important that I be helpless during the entire  process.
During the bath they shaved me, removing every trace of  hair below my
navel, front and back. I blushed when they spread my buttocks and  shaved me
back there.
After the bath, still wet, I was hung by my ankles and  whipped into until
I was sobbing like a baby. Mari stood in front of me and  Su-Lin stood
behind me and they whipped me mercilessly until Kim signaled them  to stop. My
entire body felt like it was on fire! They'd concentrated on my soft  places -
breasts and belly, buttocks and thighs, but they hadn't igrnored my  back.
Next, they put me on my belly, right in front of Kim and  Sara, and set up
a stand to hold an enema bag. I blushed in shame as they  slipped the Bardex
nozzle into my rectum and released the clamp. I took a full  three quarts
of warm, soapy water. When they removed the nozzle I had to crawl  to the
toilet on my belly. Mari held the door open so everyone could watch me  void. I
had to straddle the toilet, facing the wall, while I emptied my bowels.  It
was totally humiliating. Two more enemas insured that I was clean  inside.
Next, they gave me something to drink that made me vomit.  I hung over the
toiled and spewed my guts into it for nearly twenty minutes. Kim  and Sara
watched, chatting.
When I recovered, they cut my hair very short, so short  that they might as
well have shaved my head. Then they bathed me again. This  second bath was
followed by a sensual massage with warm, scented oil. Then,  totally clean,
totally aroused, I was presented to Sara. She took me across her  lap and
spanked me, a ritual spanking that stung but didn't really hurt. And  then it
was over and I was a `new' woman.
Before we left I went to Mari and Su-Lin on my belly and  licked their feet
and thanked them. I remained nude. As we walked out, Sara  glanced at me
and shook her head. "You wanted to play with the girls, didn't  you?" I
nodded and she laughed. "You're such a slut! If you're a good girl I'll
arrange a visit later on. I'm sure they'd enjoy playing with  you."
Classes ended two weeks later and Sara was a total bitch  until she was
done with her finals. We went to Provincetown for a couple of weeks as soon as
she finished. It was warm on the Cape in late  May and we spent a lot of
time on the nude beach near Race  Point.
She had me pierced - nipples and navel, labia and clit,  and had a small
ring put through my nose. I didn't like the nose ring and she  let me remove
it a week later.
By the time we left the Cape I was used to being nude most of the time and
content  to be Sara's slut. On the drive back, she stroked my thigh and
hummed happily.  As we passed through Providence I glanced over at her and said,
"I  want to be owned. I want to be your slave."
She nodded but didn't answer. When we were out of  Providence, on  Rte. 44,
near the state line, she pulled over and parked the car. "Are you  sure?"
I nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."
We got out of the car and walked down a path and into the  woods. In a
small grassy clearing I stripped and went down on my belly. I licked  her feet
in submission and begged to be enslaved. She crouched and stroked my  back. "
I will accept you as my slave. But I'm going to continue putting money in
your account. For Janey."
I lifted my head and licked her hand. "Thank  you!"
She sent me to find a switch for her to use on my ass.  She whipped me with
it until I begged for mercy. My ass was on fire when we got  back to the
car and it was hard to sit but I was content in my  slavery.

The End.