Donnie\'s Bitch

Chapter 7

Loose Ends

Amanda stood just out of blondie’s line of sight as she nursed her midmorning cup of coffee, watching bemused at her mother’s degenerate display out in the kennel yard; it brought her to thinking.  This had to be the seventh time this week, she was again knotted with Donnie and it was only Tuesday.  Amanda wasn’t sure if it was her own mother’s increasingly over active sex drive or Donnie’s realization that he now had a fuck bitch that was permanently in heat.

Whatever the reason was that had them firmly knotted; positioned arse to arse with blondie’s face in the dirt, probably wasn’t that important.  blondie was resting her upper body on her grime encrusted tits as she clawed her arse cheeks; she was obviously loving every outrageous moment; moaning deliriously with the family pet firmly entrenched in her gaping twat.

“She’s certainly living up to herself proclaimed title of degenerate slut!” Mandy chuckled to herself.

The phone ringing brought Mandy out of her deliberations.  Shaking her head and sighing, she headed back into the house, leaving blonde to her rutting.

Sam had answered the phone, as she did on many occasions. Just about everyone who knew her and Amanda; knew there was a chance that she would be there.  To their community of friends and acquaintances, she had always been part of the Thompson household.

“Hello Mrs. Benson!”  Sam chirped,

“Ummm no! I’m not sure where Mrs Thompson is; let me go and check” Sam cupped the receiver on the handset, looked up and gestured for Mandy to take the call.   Amanda waved her hands in the air refusing the offer.

She mimed that it wasn’t possible for her mother to come to the phone.  To reinforce it, she made an O with her left hand and slid all the fingers of her right hand in though the O; ending up with her right wrist being held by her left hand.  Then she clenched her right fist and tried to pull it out of her left hand, whilst at the same time crossing her eyes and hanging her tongue out of the side of her mouth. “Her mother was knotted with Donnie; AGAIN!”

Sam snorted in laughter; visualizing blondie outside in the yard, “Ummmm Ohhhh sorry, No Mrs Benson, No I wasn’t laughing at you!”

Sam silently mouthed for Amanda to stop it, “No Mrs Benson, its Amanda!  She’s being silly.  Yes Mrs Benson, I will.”  Amanda was making pronounced hip jerking movements as if fucking doggy style.  Sam offered the phone to Amanda again but Mandy declined; waving her hands, and running off into the kitchen to stand with arms folded; grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“I’m sorry Mrs Benson.  No, she couldn’t make it last month. She was laid up in bed, nose running, eyes watering; hurting all over; she looked a total mess.”

Sam shook her fist at Amanda, “Mandy’s gone out to tell her mother you’re on the phone.

What! Ohhh I think it’s something to do with a hole.  Yes! Yes, No, She’s plugging it!  Donnie has been at it for weeks now...Yes! She’s trying to keep Donnie in.”She said with a cheeky grin, barely able to contain her laughter.  Amanda was silently laughing her arse off outside in the kitchen trying to finish her coffee and listening to Sam’s one-sided conversation. “Yes I know; she really should have a man to do it.” Mandy was just at that moment taking a mouthful of coffee, and snorted it up through her nose. Mandy bent over coughing, spluttering, trying to keep the brown liquid from messing her hair as it hung past her face; all the time laughing, or crying but utmost; trying to gain some sort of composure.   It wasn’t pretty! 

Sam chuckled quietly to herself, “Serve her right! ...Yes Mrs. Benson, being on all fours like that is so undignified.  Yes, Ah Huh I know.  You’re quite right!”  Amanda had tear running down her cheeks and still trying to rid herself of a nagging cough.  Sam, herself was having trouble keeping a steady voice.

“Yep!  But you know how single-mindedly independent she is; always trying new things.”

Sam knew she wasn’t going to last much longer without breaking up herself, “I tell what!  How about I get her to ring you when she’s finished?  I know it’s been awhile.  Yes I’ll tell her.  No! No, I’m sure she’ll love to go; yes Mrs Benson, I’ll make sure she does.  Ok then, yes ok bye.” 

Samantha put the phone down and broke out with uproarious laughing.

It was some minutes before she could get herself together enough to continue, “That was Mrs Benson, as you already know,” Wiping tears from her eyes, “and she wanted to know if your mother will be attending the Ladies Auxiliary Tennis Club Luncheon on Friday.”  Sam waited for Mandy to say something.  “You know she missed the last one because we had just beaten the fuck out of her the night before.”  Mandy frowned, “You mean I had; Don’t you?” 

Sam chuckled, “No I meant us.  We were both in on it. So we’re both responsible, but that’s beside the point.  What we have to decide is; what are we going to do about Mrs Benson and this Friday?”

Amanda sobered up quickly.  Mrs Benson wasn’t the sort of person to fob off lightly; she was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out scandal.  She revelled in spreading the sordid activities of those she didn’t know, and for that matter; those that she did.

“I think mum will have to attend this luncheon!”  Mandy mused, almost absentmindedly, “Anything else will have her around here in a heartbeat.  And while mum might be able to pull it off once or twice; sooner or later that gossipmonger will eventually get her talons into us and then all hell will break loose.”  Amanda paced into the lounge room as she spoke, “I just know it.”

“Well that settles it!”  Sam rubbed the back of her neck, “Mum will have to play respectable suburban housewife, mother and socialite for at least one more time.  I wonder how she’ll like that after all she’s been through.”

Mandy shrugged her shoulders, “Only one way to find out!  Let’s go tell her.”

Sam walked over to the hall table to pick up her keys instead. “Well actually; I have an appointment in town today, and I’m going to be late as it is.” Looking at her watch and giving Mandy a loving kiss on the cheek, “I’m sure you can find some humiliating way of telling blondie of her impending rendezvous with her snob club.”

Amanda looked a little put out, “Appointment! What appointment? And where IS this so called appointment?”

Sam grinned mischievously, “That’s my secret, and my surprise.  I’m not saying another word.  Besides; I don’t know if I can pull it off as yet.  Let’s just say that I think mum will enjoy it.”

Then she frowned, “At least I hope she will?”

Mandy held up her hands, “Ok, I’ll wait, but this had better be good.  I’m really starting to like tormenting mum.”  Sam giggled and gave Mandy a light peck on the cheek, “then go torment her now!”  She bounced towards the door: wiggling her arse provocatively, swinding her keys on the way.

Amanda shook her head, remembering back to when they were both in primary school.  Samantha hadn’t changed much; psychologically at least. She had always had an upbeat personality, which was something of a mystery since Mandy had found out about her mother’s abusive nature.  Mandy was in a quandary.  How had Sam so successfully hidden such treatment by her mother?  Especially with such a close relationship they had with each other.

Amanda went out to the back yard; making a mental note to ask Sam, her secret of her unshakable positive attitude.

~...~

Donnie was nowhere to be seen when Amanda returned.  blondie was leaning up against the wall of the house with splayed legs, the index figure of one hand lightly tapping and stroking her clit, her other trying to extract Donnie’s thin runny dog cum from her freshly fucked hole.  To any casual observer it would have looked like Donnie had blown his load and left blondie high and dry; to Amanda it looked suspiciously like she was holding herself on the brink of orgasm; something she herself did quite often.

blondie gazed at the strands of cum interlaced through her fingers.  “Do it you perverted bitch!  You know you want to.”  Amanda sneered. 

It was debatable as to whether or not blondie actually comprehended what her daughter had said; her hormone saturated brain seemed locked onto her cum covered fingers.  blondie’s eyes rolled up to meet her Mandy’s face; a dreamy smile flowing across her face.  Amanda goaded her once more, “Did you hear me you sick fuck?  Suck that cum off your fingers like a good little cunt dog.”  blondie winced at the verbal abuse, but did as she was told, shoving her whole hand into her mouth she greedily devoured the slime, bringing her over the top into an earth shattering orgasm.

~...~

A tattered poster flapped in the light breeze that read,

Satan resides at 21 Chapman Lane.

Abandon all hope of redemption, those who set foot in this HELLHOLE ON EARTH.

Damned are the purveyors of the sinful flesh.

Repent and pray on bended knee for forgiveness to the Lord thy God.

Only then will you be accepted into the arms of righteousness.

And live content with the lord our God.

Sam stood under an awning on the opposite side of the road from 21 Chapman Lane eyeing the building.  A sign lit in neon, ‘The Crystal Slipper’ hung over the entrance. The building while being colourful wasn’t at all gaudy in Sam’s opinion.  Her mother had painted this place as the den of iniquity, a dark forbidding sinful hole; a festering backwater on God’s blessed earth.  Her mother had given her the impression that there were men in trench coats hiding in darkened doorways ready and waiting for any unsuspecting female to wander within arms reach to be whisked away into immorality and damnation. 

Sam chuckled, “Mother always said I’d be going to hell for my sins.  Only today it’s someone else’s sins that I’m negotiating for.”  Taking a deep breath she stepped off the curb and headed for the main entrance, “It’s now or never.” She thought to herself as she looked both ways to see if anyone was looking.  As much as she didn’t have a problem with the profession that these women engaged in, her upbringing still made her slightly embarrassed to be knocking on this particular door.

The door swung open.  In front of Sam stood a man mountain, staring at her quizzically, “You girls know ya gotta use the back door.” His voice was almost childlike.  It shocked Sam to hear this giant of a man speak in such a manner. But there it was in front of her. Bring her attention back to the mountain himself; at her chest level was a belt buckle; she followed the line of buttons on the shirt up until she came to his face.  Sam almost ran, and probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that her brain was totally frozen in awe of how big this person was.  Her jaw dropped open and she stammered, “I...I’m not...Ahhh...not an employee! I haven’t come for a job”

The guy stood stock still in the doorway not budging an inch, Sam tried in vain to look past him, wishing she could be having this conversation indoors rather out here where anyone passing may recognised her.  After the initial shock had started to wane she cleared her throat, “I’m here to patronise your establishment.”  She said in a vain attempt to show some composure; when he didn’t look as though he understood; she rephrased her statement, “I’m here as a customer, not as a worker.”

Seconds passed like minutes, and Sam could almost see the cogs working in his head as he tried to comprehend her request; then from inside she heard a woman’s voice, “What is it Daniel!”  Daniel seemed to snap out of his mind lock, “It’s a young’n Ma’am.” He said over his right shoulder.  “Well show him then. Don’t leave him on the front step.”  Daniel’s face screwed up with confusion and indecision; Sam started to feel a little more at ease.  Sam realised then that Daniel wasn’t the sharpest knife in the draw despite his size; Daniel’s face still showed that childlike quality as he stood in the doorway.

Daniel continued, “Ummm... it ain’t a he, I mean...” then paused again; Sam giggled. “He ain’t a he.” Just as Daniel was winding himself up into a frenzy of confusion the door opened a little more to the sight of a woman Sam judged to be in her late thirties, dress in a grey pinstripe ‘A’ line skirt dropping below the knee; a white ruffed silk blouse, grey stockings and heels.  Sam thought she looked very attractive in a matronly kind of way.  Daniel got his thoughts together, “He’s a she!”  The woman raised her eyebrow, “Ohhh I see what you mean Daniel.”  The woman patted his arm, “Well don’t stand in the doorway all day Daniel, let the young lady in.” Extending her hand, “I’m Lady Penelope!” she stated in a rich English accent, introducing herself, “and this wonderful young man here is Daniel.  So my dear! And who might you be?”

Sam stuck her hand out, “Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Lady Penelope raised her eyebrow a little, “Let me guess; your father wanted a boy?”   Sam giggled, Ummm... Well no... I have brothers, and ahhh... my name is actually Samantha.  Just everyone calls me Sam!”

Lady Penelope took Sam by the elbow and showed her into the foyer, “That’s very nice my dear but I’m not just everyone.  If your mother had wanted everyone to call you Sam, then that would have been the name she gave you, but since she named you Samantha, then I will do her the courtesy of using it, so Samantha you will be; besides, I think it has a certain regal ring to it. Don’t you?”  Sam hadn’t really thought much about her name, it was a tag, moniker and no more, no less but she decided not to debate this with her and just shrugged her shoulders.

Once inside Lady Penelope paused, “I have no wish to seem rude my dear; however we don’t get a lot of pretty young girls knocking on our door unless of course; they’re in the business...so to speak.  And you do seem to be a bit young.”  Sam felt the hot flush of embarrassment, “Ohhh dear, No... Ummm... I’m not in the business, I’m looking to ... Ahhh sort of patronise your establishment and I am over eighteen,” She burbled while fishing nervously in her purse; eventually locating her driver’s licence, and holding it out for inspection.

Lady Penelope took the offered card and examined it thoughtfully, “Your last name is Kerr?” She questioned.  Sam nodded, “It is! Is that a prob...?” Lady Penelope held up her hand to silence her and turned to Daniel, “Daniel! Would you be so kind as to see what is taking Vivien so long, she has an outcall and Robert is waiting in the car for her.”  Daniel nodded and backed down the hall, before turning around and heading off on his little errand.

Lady Penelope turned back to Sam, “Ms Kerr; if you would be so kind as to accompany me to my office, I think it might be best if we continue this conversation in private.”

~...~

Amanda sat crouched on her hunches waiting for her mother to come down off her orgasmic high while jealousy she felt infiltrated its ugly head into her train of thought.  It had been weeks since she had, had an orgasm of her own, and right now there was nothing she wanted more than to play with herself, but she knew to go down that road right now would be sheer folly.

“Do you do that often?” she asked as her mother started to come out of her haze.

blondie looked up at her daughter and blushed.  No matter how many times she had been caught in some act of perversion, it still brought overwhelming embarrassment, humiliation and constant wetness.  blondie tried to compose herself by wiping herself but only succeeded in smearing the residual cum over her grime encrusted face.  Amanda giggled, “Don’t worry about it mum, you look absolutely gorgeous the way you are.  I do believe dog cum, becomes you!”  With that Amanda giggled at her own play on words.  blondie rolled her eyes, “You’re so fucking hilarious my sweetheart,” she responded dryly, still trying unsuccessfully to make herself more presentably.

“What was the question you asked?” She quickly pressed to avoid more humiliating conversation.

Amanda sobered up, “I need some help; advice really and I think...” she stopped feeling slightly embarrassed, “I know we haven’t had a real mother/daughter talk before.  I kind of shied away from it because of....well you know...my sexual ...orientation.”  blondie smiled, as her heart leapt for joy.  Her daughter was asking her for advice; it had been one of her earnest wishes that her daughter would think her trustworthy enough to confide her most private thoughts, “I understand why you haven’t confided in me about sexual matters, but if you think about it.  Does it really matter what your orientation is?  Sex!  Whether it’s with a man or woman is still fraught with more or less the same perplexities.  You’re gay and I’m straight...that’s the only real difference!” blondie paused for a moment, then giggling she corrected herself, “If you call letting a dog fuck you can be called straight.”

Amanda smiled, “You’re not as straight as you might think.  I seem to remember your participation with Samantha and me.  Maybe bi would be more accurate.”  blondie thought for a second, then gave Amanda a sympathetic shake of her head, “No darling, I’m as hetero as they come.  What I did or do for you and Sam makes me cringe; sorry but I hated it with a passion; and still do.”  Amanda frowned, “But I distinctly remember you ogling my tits while you fingered yourself to orgasm, when you were telling us how this all started.”  blondie smiled, “That was my humiliation and degradation motivating my hormones, nothing more; I realised later on that I really don’t have a thing for women.”

Amanda looked thoughtfully at her mother, “Then why do it?” she said, “Sam and I won’t really force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

blondie looked down with a sly grin on her face as she brought her right hand up to her left nipple; rolling it and pulling it at the same time, “There lays the paradox!” she moaned. 

Amanda felt a twinge in her pussy as she watched her mother play with her nipple, “You see it’s not the act of licking a pussy that gets me going, but the degradation and humiliation that comes with it that fires me up.”

“There was something that I didn’t tell you and Sam about when I found out about your father...” blondie paused again and clenched her thighs, “Ohhh god; even now it still gets me hot and wet.”

Amanda started to feel light headed and realised that she was breathing hard listening to her mother; wanting her carry on with her confession while trying desperately to stop from playing with herself, “So?  Don’t stop there!  You started now you finish it.” 

blondie blushed and her cunt seeped at the thought of what she was going to say, “Your father cheated on me. I told everyone that it was with his secretary and that he had left with her to start a new life; not that that matters.  In the process he still made a fool of me; he used me for his sick fantasies and abused my trust.  I was angry at first that he could do such a thing to someone that loved him so dearly.  To me!  Then I realised, I had allowed it to happen; I realised I was the Prima Donna of dumb blonde jackasses!  Thinking back over the past years I sudden saw the writing on the wall; it was all there in black and white.”  blondie started to groan, “You know I was only 16 when I married your father, and only then because I was pregnant with you.  He had started fucking me years before that though; I was thirteen when I lost my virginity to him, he was twenty three. After that I tried other boys but they were inept compared your father, so I pursued him with a vengeance and won; or lost; depending now on how you look at it. Looking at it now he wasn’t interested in me personally but just that I was a child he could molest and do what he wanted with.  I’m just glad that your grandparents aren’t here to see it.  They...No... never mind.”

“To me he was my knight in shining armour on his trusty steed, someone to rescue me from my interfering and doting parents. I know it sounds corny... Ohhh how fucking stupid I was, but I had my fantasy and that was all my empty bubblehead could see.  What sort of a dumbfuck couldn’t see that as time went on the sex got less and less; that his interest in me waned as I grew older, and to top it all off; I was too absorbed with my bimbo airhead ways that I completely miss all the signs.” 

blondie was now weeping silently  and Amanda rubbed her shoulder in sympathy, “Hind sight is a wonderful thing mum, but you can’t hold yourself responsible for his deception.” 

blondie sniffed and wiped at her tear streaked face, “You may be right there sweetheart, but that’s not the whole of it.  As I remembered back to what had happened to me over the years, I got more and more embarrassed; I felt humiliated and used, and then to my astonishment I got horny as hell.  My pussy would itch something terrible, and I had to wear panty liners to absorb my wetness. I waved it off as not having a decent fuck for years but the more I thought it about the hornier I got and the more I masturbated.  I would fuck myself stupid for hours thinking how much of a fuckwit I’d been; I could hardly walk the next day.  My sister and Sam are right!  I am stupid, naive, and gullible!  blondie is a good descriptive name for me.  I’m a total airhead! I am your typical dumb blonde bimbo and if I had two healthy grey cells to rub together then I’d be twice as smart as I really am.  All I needed to cap it all off was fucking balloon tits, six inch stilettos and chewing gum.”

Amanda watched as her mother fingered her clit and wondered how she had survived these last couple of years without going completely insane, “I think you’re a little too hard on yourself mum.  I have always thought of you as intelligent, clever and caring!  You’re my mother and I have never wanted any other.  Ohhh sure!  There have been times when I could have cheerfully strangled you; times when you drove me to distraction, but you are the mother I have always wanted.”

blondie sighed and realised that she had been masturbating in front of her daughter, “See I can’t even have a simple conversation with my daughter without fucking myself.”

Amanda started to giggle.  This whole conversation had taken on a comical note, “Ohhh mum you are such a treasure.”  blondie looked at Mandy in bewilderment, “What’s that supposed to mean?” With blondie still sniffling Amanda tried to control her amusement, “I have just realised that all this can be brought down to one simple fact; one that you can’t be condemned for.  Mum!  Everything you do is full on; there is no middle ground for you. When you were in love, it was total, when you are being my mother; it is absolute; you never failed to be a diligent, loving, and caring.  Even now as a dog fuck, you have to be the lowest skank possible!  So now you’re taking on the roll of this airhead, bimbo persona, I’m sure you will excel at it!”  With her last comment, Amanda broke up laughing again. This caught blondie’s funny bone and she started to laugh along with Mandy, “Yes! I suppose you could be right.  I’m certainly fucked up; aren’t I?” 

blondie sobered up with the thought that all this talking wasn’t helping Amanda with her problem, “So now we have some of my kinks ironed out, what was it you wanted to ask me?”

Amanda shook her head, “It really doesn’t matter anymore, and you have definitely helped me put it all into perspective. It’s been good talking with you; mum, you’ve helped me a lot.”   blondie wasn’t sure she had helped at all, but allowed Amanda the freedom to disclose as much or as little as she felt comfortable in doing.  blondie waved her hand around, “All that matters now is that I have what I want at this moment and I have no desire at this time to go back to my plastic socialite life.”

Amanda suddenly straightened up, “Ahhh yes!  Well! Ummm...that brings me to the actual reason I came out here to see you.”

~...~

Samantha sat nervously watching Lady Penelope tap her licence ID on the arm rest of her chair, she extended her hand, “May I have my licence back please?”  Lady Penelope stirred out of her deliberation, “Ohhh sorry my dear; here, I was being rude.”  Sam spoke as she located the right pocket in her purse and stowed her licence, “Don’t apologise; I can see that there is something troubling you; may I enquire as to the nature of your unrest.”  Lady Penelope frowned as she pondered this enigma sitting in front of her desk, “I am acquainted with another woman with the same last name as yourself.  I have had some rough dealings with this woman, and distrust her or anyone associated with her.” 

Sam hung her head. She feared that this might be the case, but wanted to see this through, “If you are referring to a Mrs. Constance Anne Kerr, then yes.  I am her daughter Samantha!”  Lady Penelope stood with rising anger flushing across her face, “Then young lady!  I will bid you Good Bye.  You have nothing that could possible interest me.”

Sam sat still without looking up, “You know Ma’am, you and my mother have some interesting traits in common.”

Lady Penelope fumed, “How dare you compare me to that tyrannical pompous ass you call your mother. She believes she’s the morality police incarnate, here to judge others by her own set of moral standards.  She comes here without so much as a by-your-leave and throws her weight around. In the beginning I was amenable, but she wouldn’t listen.  She went ahead and posted her trash up outside my establishment and picketed day and night.  I have never met a person I dislike more.  Let me tell you; I run an honest and perfectly legal operation; my staff have their health checks on a regular basis.  None of my girls are on drugs, and if I found they were, then I would direct them to rehab, and advise them that maybe this sort of work isn’t for them. None of my girls are here because they have to be; they’re here because they like the work and want to be here.  I also have a bad feeling that, that bitch may have put you up to this so she can gain sympathy with the authorities to have my place shut down.”  Lady Penelope was almost spitting as her tirade came to a conclusion.

Amanda sat quietly and listened to her, smiling inside herself as the woman almost had a cerebral haemorrhage.  Her mother had certainly done a number on this poor woman.  As Lady Penelope finished, Sam stood as if to leave, “As I stated before; you and my mother have certain elements in common.” Lady Penelope stood with her hands firmly ensconced on her hips, “What on earth are you prattling about you silly child?” 

Samantha turned back to stare defiantly at the woman behind the desk; “Let me tell you a little about my relationship with my mother. She and I are at totally opposite ends of the spectrum.  You are right when you said she never listens, I have had to deal with that trait of hers for many a year...”Sam paused, giving Lady Penelope a chance to pick up on her meaning, “and one other thing; as vicious as my poor deluded mother is; there is one thing she would never ever do, and that would be to put her own daughter into a situation where it would put my so called godly status and or moral health in jeopardy.”

Lady Penelope’s face flushing meant only one thing, and finally she said “Touché my dear!”  Lady Penelope realised then that at no time had Samantha challenged her right to carry on her business; she had in fact been quite responsive to her life choices, “Please forgive me for my outburst, it’s just that, that...that woman rattles me to my wits end.”  Lady Penelope indicated to Samantha to sit as she herself sat back into her chair, “Please go on; it must have been hard to grow up in a household with her.”

Sam smiled, “You have no idea!  My mother has ruled our home with the bible and an iron fist; if she knew I was here, there’s no telling what she would do to me. So I implore you to keep this meeting strictly confidential.  I know and understand that this would be a feather in your cap and you could use it to inflict some serious damage on her, and I wouldn’t blame you if you did.  I have to tell you though; I have been on the rough side of my mother many, many times, and have no wish to revisit such times again.”

Lady Penelope had picked up her pen and was twirling it through her fingers as Samantha spoke.  Samantha had impressed her by her decorum. Her logical mind screamed furiously not to be taken in, as her instincts, and intuition quelled the fires of rage. This child spoke both eloquently and fluently and displayed a maturity and decisiveness, many years above her obvious age. 

Smilingly she countered, “You’re right!  It would give me no end of pleasure to grind that irritating woman’s nose in this, but I have my professional pride to think of, and that is to keep anything that happens inside this establishment confidential.  I have many wealthy and influential patrons, and they depend on mine and my staff’s discretion, as I depend on their patronage; you have nothing to fear.” 

Samantha nodded, “Thank you!  That relieves my anxiety no end.  I am just now recovering from her last bout of abuse and don’t think I could go through that again.”

Lady Penelope stopped her twirling, “So the rumours are true then?”

Samantha stared at her, wondering if she knew; and if so; then how? Penelope continued, “The grapevine has it that one of the... let’s say...one of Constance’s folds had strayed and she had publicly humiliated this wayward child in church.”  Sam blushed. Of all that had happened; the beatings, the mental and verbal abuse; her public humiliation was by far the worst she had to deal with, “Ohhh dear...I...I’m sorry....I Ahhh...I hadn’t realised that it had got out this far.  How did you find out about it?”

Penelope held up her hand, “Please don’t be embarrassed and by no means apologise.  Let us just say, I have my sources; not all attending church are good God fearing Christians such as your mother, some have used my services to...let see... fill a need; you might say.  The clients quite often gossip unreservedly with my girls. It’s the reason I hold all my girls responsible to keep such gossip in house.  It must have hurt awfully to be treated as you were by someone you trusted?”

Samantha brushed a stray hair away from her face and looked mournfully at Penelope, “What doesn’t kill only makes you stronger! They say!”

“Yes THEY do! But I doubt that THEY have gone through what you have, none the less; well said my dear.  You appear to me to be a very strong minded and assured woman. I commend you on your fortitude.”  Sam blushed anew, “Thank you...I think, but I haven’t come out of it totally unscathed; it has come at a very heavy price. My mother’s invidious nature has left some long lasting scars.”

Lady Penelope now felt only remorse at bringing back painful memories for Samantha, “I am truly sorry then for bringing it up.”  Penelope dropped her pen onto her desk and took a deep breath, “Let’s get off this unsavoury subject and to the reason for your visit.”

Samantha smiled but wondered if it was going to be any easier to now divulge her mission here, and Penelope caught her apprehension, “Don’t worry my dear; In my years in this industry, I have heard and seen it all.  I do not judge another’s kinks.  I suggest you just tell it like it is.”

Sam feeling easier sighed, and prepared to start from the beginning.

~..~

Samantha came into the lounge room and wrapped her arms around Mandy’ neck hugging her tightly and kissed her passionately.  “Wow!  What was that for?”  She said, taking Amanda by surprise.  Sam smiled, “Just because I love you so much!  You are my pillar of strength and I just wanted to remind you.”

Amanda smiled, “If that’s the way you want to show me how much you love me, then I can handle you telling anytime you want...don’t ever let me forget.”  Sammy giggled, “You can count on many more reminders.”  Samantha turned to walk into the kitchen, but Mandy tapped her on the shoulder, “Well! How’d your meeting go?”  Sam waved it off, “Well!  I think; I won’t know until later this afternoon though.  Where’s mum?”

“The bitch is in her kennel!” Amanda sighed.

Sam raised her eyebrow at the way Mandy had said it, “And did you tell about her rendezvous with her tennis club ladies?”

Amanda sighed, “Why do you think she’s in her kennel? She sulking and she won’t come out.  The bitch just completely refuses to obey me. I have tried everything I can think of; I’ve reasoned with her, cajoled, and bribed her as well as threatened, I even went so far as to tell I’ll have Donnie sent to the dog pound if she didn’t relent.”

Samantha gave Mandy that, “I don’t believe you said that” look, “You really think she’d believe you would be willing to send Donnie away?”

Amanda threw up her hands in frustration, “I know I was clutching at straws, but I had run out of ideas.  You’re the psyche major!  You do better!”

Sam stormed out into the backyard, “Ohhh I’ll do more than better.  blondie! Get your fat arse out here now,” she boomed.

There was a resounding, “NO!” from inside the kennel.

“See!” Amanda responded. Sam opened the gate and shouted, “blondie! So help me, if I have to crawl in there and get you; I can guarantee to shove my fist so far up your arse that I’ll be able to drag you out by your tonsils.”

Amanda was standing behind Sam drinking a glass of lemonade at the same moment that Sam had delivered her ultimatum.  She choked and spluttered her drink all over the patio as she tried to laugh at what her sweet little Sammy had said, “Ohhh god...cough, cough...not again.  I think I’m gonna suffocate this time, it’s running out of my nose; Again! Damn you Sam!  A little warning next time Please!” She managed to squeak out.

Sam was giggling to herself but managed to control her facial expression, “I said; Now blondie!”

blondie meekly stuck her head around the corner of the doorway, “I don’t want to have anything to do with those self absorbed gossip mongers.  I just want to stay right here where I feel safe and comfortable.”

Samantha pointed to the grass under the clothesline, “Out here or I’ll kick that sloppy cunt of yours to town and back. Now move it!”

Amanda had recovered a little from her coughing to ask, “So where in your psychology coarse does it deal in this way with a stubborn fuck bitch?”  Sam just smiled.

blondie knew she really didn’t have a choice, but that didn’t stop her from complaining, “Stop your whinging you stupid bitch,”  Sam spat.  Once blondie was where Sam could get her undivided attention she knelt and grabbed both blondie’s nipples with her thumb and forefingers, “Now listen here you poor excuse for a human being.  You’re not much more than a life support system for a cunt; so I’ll make this as simple as I can.” 

blondie eyes popped open at Samantha remark as her cunt contracted and exuded a string a slime.  She tried to pull away, but only ended up having Sam clench harder onto her nipples; she then went to grab Sam’s hands to alleviate the pain shooting up her tits and into her shoulders, “Don’t even try it you fuckwit.  One yank down on these little puppies and I’ll remove them both with my thumbnails.”

blondie just knelt there bawling her eyes out as Sam continued, “Now this is the way it will be! You are going to that luncheon whether you fucking like it or not; you will play the prim and proper suburban socialite one more time; you will entertain your tennis club ladies with your inane chatter and you will keep them from finding out what a degenerate little dog fucking skank to really are.”  blondie shrieked in pain as Samantha squeezed her nipples to drive home her point, “Because if you don’t; and that Benson bitch comes snooping around here for answers to why your ignoring her, and you know she will; she’s going to find out about our little over full skeleton cupboard!  And you what that means? Your little escapade as a fuck bitch will be out in public before you’ve had time to swallow Donnie’s last load of cum and we may very well all end up in jail.”

Sam let go of her nipple letting blondie grab them to massage away the pain, “Let me give you a little more advice. The last person you want as a cell mate is me.”  She cuffed blondie behind the head to get her attention; blondie looked up, “I know pain, and I know how to inflict it to the max. So don’t fuck with me!”

blondie sobbed as she clung to her bruised nipple, “I’ll do it.”

Samantha turned and went inside.  Amanda looked at her mother sobbing on her knees, back to Sam, then back to her mother, “Well mother!  Don’t you wish you had listened to me now?”  Amanda didn’t wait for an answer as she turned to follow Sam back inside.  Sam was sitting on the couch staring at the coffee table, but Amanda didn’t think she was actually looking at it, “You ok darling?”  Sam swung her gaze up to Mandy’s concerned face, “I went too far...Didn’t I?”

Amanda smiled and rubbed her shoulder, “On the contrary; I think you were superb out there.  I do have one question though.  What chapter in your Psychology Manual deals with how to handle that particular situation?”

Sam giggled, “Chapter 14.9.6...How to win the co-operation of a dog fucker with nipple torture.”

They both broke up laughing.  Samantha got up and walked back into the kitchen to see what blondie was doing, “She’s still out in the yard!” She looked over her shoulder to Mandy, “Did you tell her to stay?”  Amanda came up and put both her hands on Sam’s shoulders as they both looked out of the sliding glass doors, “No! She’s probably just too shit scared to move.”

Samantha brought her hand up and laid it on Mandy’s, “I love her as much as you do, and you know that; Right?”  Amanda nuzzled her ear, “I know and so does she, but I think you love her a little bit more than I do!”  She said nibbling Samantha’s ear, “Ohhh stop it. I do not!”  Sam knew what her lover was alluding to, “I just like to see how far she will go... that’s all.” She said with a cheeky smile.

Amanda laughed, “You and I both know she will go as far as you’re willing to push her!”  Sam moved closer to Amanda, “I have always dreamt, but never dared to believe that we would be here like this now.” 

Amanda squeezed Sam’s shoulders, “You dreamed of my mother being a dog fuck?” Sam nudged Mandy in the ribs, “Noooooo! I mean as a family.  For as long as I can remember this house was a safe haven from my fucked up world.  I used to make believe that Mrs, T was my mother and that you were my twin sister.  All my good memories I have are with you and blondie out there.  I remember the childish inane conversation we have had with your mother; never once did she tell us to stop and grow up.  She’s been good to me.  You both have!” 

Amanda tightened her grip on Sam, rocking her bit, “She been good to both of us. I was wondering about how you manage to conceal the treatment your mother dealt out to you; especially as we were so close and everything.”  Sam cuddled into Amanda, “You and your mother my darling!” She flatly stated, “It was the refuge that I knew was here that enabled me to get though and I had no wish to assault you with my mother’s abuse.”  Sam smiled and gave Mandy a peck on the cheek.

Sam spun around, “You remember that afternoon we were discussing what we wanted to be when we grew up...Remember?”  Mandy screwed her face, then shook her head, “No; not particularly!”  Sam dragged Mandy around the other side of the kitchen counter, “Yes you do!  We were only about five at the time; I said I wanted to be a ballerina and spun around until I was so dizzy, I almost fell over.  You giggled and went on to munch some more biscuit with a thoughtful look on your face.  Your mother was laughing at me and my antics as she chopped up some vegies for dinner; she said to you, “Go on sweetheart, what do you want to be?”  And you finally said in a serious voice; you wanted to be a Tight Rope Walker in the circus.”  Recognition finally dawned on Amanda, “Ohhh Yeah! Now I remember, and mum laughed at me, and I got really upset.”  Sam giggled, “You crossed your arms and in a very indignant little girl’s voice, wanted to know why she thought you couldn’t be a tight rope walker.”

Mandy sat down and thought, “She said I’d have to get over my fear of heights before I could do that job.”  Sam giggled again, “So you dragged a chair into the kitchen and started to get up on it to show her she was wrong; you had both hands on the back of the chair and when you stood up you froze and couldn’t let go.” “Ohhh god! I was so scared” Mandy interrupted, “I think I even started crying until mum came and got me down.”  “We were both crying!”  Sammy sighed.

“You were afraid that I was going to fall as well?”  Mandy seemed surprised.

Sam shook her head, “No... I knew you wouldn’t fall!  You were gripping that chair so hard; your knuckles were turning white, but what you didn’t see in your panic, was your mother hovering only a foot away from you...ready.  She was letting you test your limits, but was there as always to rescue you if you got into trouble.  My mother would have scolded me for being silly and left me there to either fall off or find some nerve to get down myself.  That day I wanted to be you on that chair and your mother coming to my rescue.”  Amanda threw her arms around Sam, “Ohhh my poor sweetheart; we’re both here to catch you now.”

Just then Samantha’s mobile sprang to life with the tune to; “You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals.  So let's do it like they do on the discovery channel” Sam fumbled with her phone, “This is it!  This is the call I was waiting for.” Amanda rolled her eyes, “Ohhh Please!”  Sam giggled as she put the phone to her ear, “I set this tunes so I would know who it is; I thought it was very appropriate.”Amanda just shook her head in amazement. 

Sam then turned her attention to her caller, “Hello! Yes this is Samantha!  I’m so pleased you got back to me... yes... Ah Huh...yes...Ohhh good....thank you so much... yes I will...about six thirty...sevenish.  You have been just wonderful...yes Ma’am, I will...Ok! See you later on tonight and thank you once again.   Bye!”  Samantha flipped the phone shut and wiggled her shoulders and hips, “Show time!”  Amanda giggled, “So now are you going to tell me what this is all about?”  Samantha became serious, “You trust me; don’t you?”  Mandy nodded, “I want this to be a surprise. So all I will tell you is; that every precaution has been taken to keep blondie safe, and to protect her anonymity.  At no time will she be in any real danger; and I can also guarantee that she’ll be so humiliated and degraded that she’ll be cumming buckets.”

Sam handed Amanda a small aerosol can, “What’s this?”  Sam smiled, “It’s a muscle relaxant! Much better than a ball gag; one squirt down the ol’gullet and bingo!  No more bitchin!”

Amanda frowned, “And how do you suggest I get her to take it?”

Sam waved a flowery hand in the air, “You’ll think of something!”

Amanda grinned, “You are a treasure trove of kinky and perverted thoughts. You really are a wicked woman!”  Samantha giggled, “As my mother would say: - May I rot in hell!”  Mandy giggled and kissed Sam, “If you do then you won’t be alone; I’m sure my mother and I will be right there with you.”  Sam cupped Mandy pussy and gave it a little rub, “Satan won’t know what hit him my darling,” she cooed in a sensual voice.  Amanda shivered at the stroking of her clit, “Ohhh Goddddd Please stop; I need all my frustrations to get though this evening.”

~...~

Amanda and Sam spent the rest of the afternoon getting blondie ready for her ordeal.  Washing took time and after several goes; blondie was radiating a healthy glow.  She then had her paw mittens and legs restraints secured in place; along with knee pads.  With her hair parted right down the middle and tied with pink ribbons into two pigtails; it made her look like she had two floppy ears on either side of her head.  blondie complained, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Amanda swatted her on the rump, “Because we can!”  blondie had a feeling of dread; this wasn’t good, she thought.  “The girls were way too jubilant and frisky.”

Sam went back inside to get the leashes while Mandy produced the spray can, “What’s that?”  blondie asked with unease.  “Just breath freshener! You have a bad case of dog’s breath; now open up!”  blondie wasn’t convinced and Amanda grabbed one of her nipples as Sam had done that morning, “Open up or I squeeze!” blondie screwed up her face, “Why on earth do you keep going for my nipples?”  Amanda giggled, “Because they are so out there and available, and it’s an effective way to get you to do what we want. Now do what you’re fucking told and open that cum trap of yours, or I dig my nails in.”

blondie opened her mouth, but not as far as Mandy wanted, so she dug her nail into blondie’s nipple, “Wider you cum slut!”  blondie squealed and opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could.  Amanda sprayed a quirt of liquid down her throat and immediately blondie knew it wasn’t breath freshener, “That’s not freshener...” but as she spoke her voice failed her and in the end all she could get out was a whimper. “Geee! That works fast.” Amanda commented; all blondie could do now was whine, “You even sound like a dog,” She laughed.

“I don’t know about sounding like a dog but it certainly stopped her complaining!” Sam commented from behind.

When Donnie saw the leashes; he bound over to Sam knowing they were going for a walks.  blondie; still concerned about losing her voice, opened her eyes up as wide as saucers, and then she shook her head as Sam connected her leash to her collar; not being able to speak; she pulled back to get away, but stopped dead in her tracks as Amanda slammed a rolled newspaper down on her butt.  blondie yelped, and spun around tethered to her leash, at which Donnie took a half dozen steps away from blondie; not wanting to get some of what the bitch had got.

“Now THAT sounded like a dog yelp!” Sam jested.

Amanda got down level with blondie’s face, shaking the newspaper at her, “I don’t want any more trouble out of you. You have two choices! You can go for walks without any more complaints, or you go for walks, whimpering all you like with this newspaper shove up your arse.  You choose!”

blondie wasn’t sure if her daughter would carry out her threat, and certainly had no intention of finding out, so she dropped her head; she knew she was defeated and had to accept what the girls were going to do; it made her even more embarrassed to feel her cunt juice dribbling down the inside her thighs.

Sam was laughing hard, “Way to go Mandy!  You’re learning fast.”

Mandy giggled, “I have a good teacher!”

~...~

As blondie was led out the back gate and into the park as the sun had set, but to blondie’s consternation a full moon was rising over the tree line in the eastern shy and was bathing the whole park in an eerie glow.  The girls had let them both off the leashes, and while Donnie was doing his usual reconnoitring, blondie stayed close to the girls, jumping at every sound or movement.  blondie was terrified!  Being a bitch on heat in privacy of one’s own backyard was one thing; this was so far past anything she had fantasised about that she was almost peeing herself.

Amanda shook the newspaper at her and giggled, “Go on mother; you wanted to be a dog, so go do ... I don’t know...doggy things.”

With the implied threat of maybe having to do doggy things while still having a rolled up newspaper protruding from her arse. blondie took tentative steps into the park.  It then hit her that if anyone was to come along; Donnie would know a long time before anyone else, so she kept an eagle eye on her mate.  Keeping her head down, blondie imitated Donnie and started to sniff the ground in front of her.  Not to her surprise, she couldn’t actually smell very much, but was reminded that Donnie’s osmatic senses were far superior to hers; this gave her a little tingle in her pussy.

“I’m not even a good dog!” she mentally derided herself, “Just a cum dump for them!” Her clit itched and her cunt slime increased its flow; all the way to her knee pads

As she moved from one area to another she started to pick up on differing scents although she wasn’t certain what they meant.  The dirt smelled different to the grass, and different again to the shrubs.  blondie did pick up the scented perfume of wild flowers and lingered for awhile until she moved over to another shrub. There she was assaulted by a pungent but familiar smell; screwing her face up in disgust; she backing up and peered at the shrub; as she had suspected; it was wet, and knew straight away that Donnie had sprayed it to mark his territory.

Amanda giggled, “Find something not to your liking?”  blondie stuck her tongue out at her daughter in as much to say, “Fuck you!” and was glad her daughter wouldn’t understand just how forceful her gesture was. 

blondie felt a little pressure on her bladder.  She could probably hold it until she was back inside her compound, but a deviant and degrading thought struck clit like a thunder bolt, making her pussy contract in a mini spasm.  blondie ambled over in front of the girls with her back to them and squatted as best she could; moving her knees as far apart as she could without actually putting her cunt on the ground.

Sam turned to Mandy, “What is she doing?”

Amanda looked on in surprised and then disgust, “You fucking dirty bitch!  She’s going to do a pee!”  blondie released her bladder, and left a delicious wave of humiliation waft over her as she concentrated on peeing in front of her daughter.

Sam looked confused, “Isn’t she supposed to lift her leg or something. You know...pee on trees a stuff?”

Amanda was diverted from her mother disgusting display by Sam’s comment, “You know! For someone who has so much knowledge of human nature; you sure know fuck all about dogs!”

“Well! Miss smarty britches.  Doooooooo enlighten me,” Sam snipped.

Amanda giggled, “Bitches don’t pee on trees, bitches pee just like that skank slut over there,” Mandy raised her voice to make sure her mother could hear her, “only males pee on stuff, and then only to mark their territory.”

Sammy huffed, “I knew that!”  Mandy giggled, “You need to make that sound more convincing.” Then they both broke up laughing, while blondie unknowingly quaked herself though the first of many orgasms.

Donnie finished his search of the surrounding area and found no threat to himself or his bitch and came galloping over to blondie, only to knock her over before she finished peeing. blondie found herself laying in her own mess, still peeing over her legs, and scrambled to all fours; trying unsuccessfully to berate Donnie for his actions.  Amanda and Sam could only laugh, “Ohhh god blondie; it really must sux to be you?” Amanda giggled.

Donnie then went straight to blondie’s hind quarters sniffing a very interesting and familiar scent; his cock immediately protruding from its sheath. blondie spun around to keep Donnie in front of her, “Ohhh no you don’t! Not out here at least!”  Donnie kept circling; trying to get an advantage until blondie realised Amanda was connecting a leash to her collar, “You’re being cruel blondie!  Your Donnie’s fuck bitch!  And that’s your job! It’s says so on your collar.  Remember your contract; you have no choice in the matter.”  She said as she dragged her mother over a park bench.

blondie cried as she was unceremoniously leashed to the seat of a very heavy sawn log picnic table.  Her head was level with the seat and a thinner log that defined the eating area from the rest of the park was now just in front of her back legs and at hip height, so it was impossible for blondie to sit her cunt on the ground, or move sideways and with Donnie on top of her she found it impossible to lift her legs over the log, this gave Donnie clear access to his appointed target.

Unbeknownst to blondie or Amanda; Sam was sending a text of only one word, “Go!”

Donnie took little time in mounting his bitch; he was so worked up that his penis was already at full attention and starting to swell.  blondie felt his weight on her back, and then his knot push roughly into to her sopping cunt. She let out a scream of agony as he slammed home, but nothing more than a whimper was heard as the girls giggled between themself.

blondie thought to herself, “Ohhh god! What have I become?  This can’t be happening, am I such a lowlife that I can get so fucking horny from being fuck out in public by a dog. Fuck me you arsehole!  Fuck me harder!  Dump your cum in me and then walk off and leave me to wallow in my self-pity.”

blondie was on the verge of cumming when a voice shattered the only other sound of rutting animals, “What on earth is going on here?”  Amanda froze when she saw a woman holding another dog on a substantial leash.  Panic set in and she went to grab blondie’s leash to get her back into their yard.  Sam smiled and touched Mandy’s hand to stay her efforts.  blondie quaked spasmodically as wave after wave of humiliation and degradation swept over her; she had finally been caught in a carnal frenzy with a dog, and by of all people; another woman, that sent her over the edge into an enormous orgasm.

The woman came closer, “What are you doing?”  Sam replied nonchalantly, “We’re not doing anything; she’s the one doing it!”  Sam pointed, noticing the bright red flush on blondie’s face. 

Amanda wasn’t sure what to do; she just wanted to disappear, so she took a step back and let Sam handle the irate woman. 

The woman took a tentative step closer to blondie, “Ohhh my lord!  That  is positively disgusting!  Have you no shame woman?”

blondie doubted if she could have responded to this female, even if she had, had her power of speech, and just hung her head and wept as another orgasm swept through her ravaged body.

The woman turned her head away in contempt, “Why is she...Ohhh dear...Why is she coupling with that...that dog?”

Sam almost laughed out loud.  Lady Penelope was a marvellous actress; her rich English accent was absolutely superb in its ability to inflict humiliating damage to anyone’s ego.  Samantha knew this was going to put blondie into fits, “Well!  It’s like this.” Sam started to explain, “She’s a dog fuck!  And she...Ummm; well... fucks dogs!  That’s what dog fuckers do...Well....when they aren’t sucking their cocks, or licking arseholes...that is!”

The woman’s face showed disgust, “Goodness gracious me! You need your mouth washed out with soap. I will not stand for such language!  Now explain this ... this situation with that vile woman.”

Amanda looked at Sam in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that Sam was carrying on this conversation, but had little time to do anything about it when she noticed that Donnie had spotted the other dog.  She scrambled to grab his collar to stop him from going after what looked like a Bull Mastiff; the last thing she wanted was to have her mother dragged cunt first into a dog fight.

Donnie pulled out of blondie with a vicious tug that almost crippled her; she screamed and tried to curl up, holding her hand to her pain racked cunt. Amanda stood her ground and lifted Donnie off his front legs by his collar; she knew if he could get into four wheel drive then she had no hope of controlling him, “I think I had better get Donnie back inside.  Sammy!  Can you help me please?”

Lady Penelope had much less trouble in controlling Max. He was totally obedience trained and wouldn’t do anything unless directed.  So as the girls finally got Donnie back into their yard, she let Max have his head.  He took the lead and mounted blondie immediately.

 

The woman thrashed ineffectually at Max in a show of surprise and abhorrence, “Stop that you naughty dog!  Bad dog!”  blondie was too far gone to realise in time that this other dog had got his cock into her and was now rutting furiously.  Even though she was hurting from her Donnie’s quick exit; the humiliation of again being fucked, and this time by a totally different dog; helped to pave the way for her to overcome the discomfort and started to soar towards another even greater orgasm.

Amanda took Sam’s arm once they were inside, “What’s going on?”Sam smiled, “It’s all going to plan!  Don’t worry my love.  Remember! Nothing to harm mum; that woman is the one I went to see about setting this all up.  Trust me Please...Just go with the flow; I promise everything will turn out ok.”  Mandy still had a worried look on her face but nodded, Ok! This is your show; I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

Samantha and Amanda came back to blondie moaning in pleasure as the Mastiff fucked into her, “What have you done?”  Sam chided the woman.

“I’m dreadfully sorry my dear, but Max here was just too strong for me to control.  I couldn’t stop him. You have to help me get him...you know...get him off her.”  The woman fanned her face as if almost fainting, “I don’t know if I can go on.  I feel dreadfully ill.” All this theatrics was almost breaking Sam up inside.  It had all been worked out pry, and all for blondie’s benefit.

“Here! Sit down. You look positively pale,” Samantha stated with a wink at Mandy.  blondie just groaned at the thought of this woman fainting, “I’m the one getting my arse fucked off by her dog and she feels faint. Give me a break!”  blondie moved her cunt back into the dog to bring on another spasm

“No No! We have to separate them; you have to help me.” The woman panted.

Sam turned her head away to stifle a giggle.  Amanda was feeling that things were not as bad as she had first thought, “Nup! We can’t do that now Ma’am. It’s all too late now he’s knotted with the bitch.  His cock will be so big now, he’ll be stretching her cunt wide inside, so big that if we try to separate them now we’ll just pull her cunt inside out, and he’ll be like that for the next fifteen to twenty minutes,” she authoritatively stated.

blondie wanted to curl up and disappear.  She never thought she could feel lower, more scummy than she felt right now, and the girls weren’t helping one little bit.  If it weren’t for the explosions going off in her brain and shaking her body every few minutes, she would have realised that this was all a put on; a show for her enjoyment.

“Ohhh dear lord! I cannot possibly stay here and wait for this... this degenerate harlot... to...to finish. No!  I’m sorry! I cannot bare to watch this for a moment longer; it’s just too revolting,” the woman scoffed.

“That’s ok!” Sam consoled, “How about you come inside with us, and we’ll make you a nice cup of tea, while these two finish fucking each other’s brains out; I’m sure you will feel better.”  Sam led Penelope towards the back gate, “Do you think it’ll be all right?  I mean what if someone should see them? She may be arrested, or worse; raped even!  What if Max should run away after he ...you know...finishes?”  Sam stopped, “Your right!”  blondie was startled that the girls were going to leave her here, but sighed with relief when the woman expressed her concerns.

Sam then turned to Amanda, “Mandy my darling!  Would you be so kind as to tie Max’s leash to the bench seat; we certainly wouldn’t want him to wander off and get picking up by an animal control officer,” she winked again at Amanda and led Penelope off inside.

blondie gasped in horror as she heard Samantha console the woman, “It’ll be all right!  Our mother does this all the time.  She a lowlife cunt, I know but we love her just the same.  To that the woman responded, “Ohhh you poor dears. I feel so sorry for you. It must be terribly embarrassing to have a mother like that?” “Yes it is, but I have to admit; she is cheap to look after.  A dog bowl of kibbles and a dish of water, no cloths to worry about, and she lives in a kennel out in the backyard.” The woman gasped, “You can’t be serious?”

Not only was blondie’s sexual behaviour being discussed and abhorred, but her parenting skills were now in for sever scrutiny as well.  Her thoughts were, “This has to be a dream, or it’s surely the lowest that I can possible sink!”  Another orgasm threatened to prove that statement false.

Amanda tried not to smile as she tied Max’s leash to the seat, watching dog drool drop onto her mother’s neck, and blondie pleading with her eyes, mouthing silently not be left out here by herself.  Mandy only scoffed as she read her mother’s lips, “Be reasonable mother!  This is your life now; you’re a fuck for dogs, nothing more. What happens to you now is your own entire fault.  I for one am with that woman; I have no intention of sitting out here twiddling my thumbs waiting, and watching you get the shit fucked out of you by some mangy mongrel dog.”

blondie was openly crying; she was clinging desperately to the last vestige of her dignity, and her own daughter was deigning her; casting her aside like a piece of trash; she laid her head on the seat as she watched Amanda close the gate. Another orgasm swept up through her.

Amanda shut the gate; worried about her mother.  There not more than six feet away was the woman and Sammy with radiantly smiling faces, “Samantha Dianne Kerr!  You had better tell me what the hell is going on right now, or so help me; you’re going to be hanging by your tits from the clothesline for a week!”

Sammy opened her eyes wide and giggled, “Ohhh promises, promises!  You certainly know how to sweet talk a girl into capitulating.  Remember; your mother is the only one that that threat will work on!”

Penelope was enjoying the banter between the two girls, but had more pressing things on her mind; she held out her hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met!  I’m Lady Penelope! I’m the person your wonderful Samantha here has contracted to oversee her little theatrical play. I can assure you that your mother is perfect safe; I have my people at both and only entrances to the park and they will see to it that no one gets through without myself knowing; also I’d like to let you two discuss the pros and cons of this, but right now I have a schedule to keep and I need direction.”

Sam looked quizzically at Lady Penelope, “I thought that was the whole play?”  Now Amanda started to get worried again, “I don’t like this one little bit.”

Penelope smiled, “Don’t worry!  It can be if you wish it!  I can call it to a halt right now and we go no further, though I am obliged to remind you that you will be responsible for the entire cost of this little charade.”  Samantha shrugged her shoulders, “So?  I agreed knowing it would cost me a lot of money, and am quite capable of shouldering those costs.”  Penelope nodded, but continued, “On the other hand! If you would hear me out; then I will explain to you how I see away that will drastically reduce those costs.”

Samantha looked at Amanda, and shrugged, “She is your mother!”

Mandy shook her head.  No! She’s OUR mother! And we decide together!”

Sam looked back to Penelope, “Ok! We’ll hear you out, but I can’t promise that we’ll agree!”

Penelope smiled, “It is all I ask!  Now we have to hurry, we don’t have a great deal of time; it would be preferable to have blondie still knotted beforehand. I have two of my people ready to come into the park and catch blondie in the act; as far as she is concerned they will be Animal Control Officers, they will bundle her up and take her to the dog impound yard.”

Amanda chewed her lower lip as Penelope continued, “In actually fact; it is the home of the man who owns Max; he has several other dogs that he would like to put to blondie and gladly pay a substantial amount of your cost for the privilege. Again! Only if you both agree.  I have other ideas but they can wait for now...”

Sam looked to Mandy for direction, “What do you think?”  Amanda was getting excited about tormenting her mother a little more, “Ohhh what the hell!  What is that saying that the English have?”

“In for a penny! In for a pound?” Lady Penelope expounded smilingly in her most cultivated English accent.

Amanda grinned, “That’s the one!”

Penelope flipped her cell phone open and hit speed dial, “Jonathan!  Phase two my dear! Yes! It’s a go...?  Penelope paused to listen for a minute, “I’m sorry...I don’t know about that, but I do like it...it is doable, one minute and I’ll ask.” Penelope turned to the girls, “I have a request to ask of you. I don’t normally allow this but I suppose this isn’t a normal situation; even in my business.”

“Please go on!” Amanda urged.

“Jonathan and Alex ‘they are our two ACO’s’ have requested if it would be possible that they might be allowed to take certain liberties with blondie...orally that is?

Sam’s eyes went wide, “Certainly not!”

Amanda giggled at Sam’s refusal; wondering if a little of her lover’s agitation was due to the obvious sexual attraction she had for blondie.  Amanda now put her hand on Sam’s shoulder to halt her, “Look who’s being a prude now or is it jealousy?”  Sam blushed at this remark while Mandy continued, “I think mum would like a little human contact to break up the monotony of this canine fucking.” Her conversation with her mother earlier that morning gave her the impression that maybe her mother would enjoy a man’s cock sliding into atleast one of her holes.

Penelope smiled and spoke into her phone, “Your request has been granted Jonathan, but oral Only.  If I find out any other liberties have been taken...be assured that you will be in a meeting with Daniel before you have had a chance to skite about it.  Do I make myself clear?...good... now hurry; it would be a nice touch if Max was still occupied at her rear end, while at least one of you were taking you oral pleasures, and one more thing.  The poor woman has been through a lot; so don’t make it too much harder for her.  Treat her like you would your mother’s fine crystal.” 

With that she snapped her phone shut, “All done! Now we have a little time to discuss my final offer; how about over that nice cup of tea you promised?  Everything is now in the hands of my very capable and trustworthy employees, so until the boys bring a very tired and hopefully sated blondie home in a couple of hours; we should take this time to get better acquainted...Don’t you think?”

To be continued...