Reluctant Rebecca

Reluctant Rebecca Chapter 9 – Selected Seductions

By Xspy4u

There were many untold tales of the naïve Rebecca. The reason for my return is the fans that have been diligent in sending emails asking for more. In truth, I was not happy with the sort of rushed ending of Chapter 8. I rather enjoyed her uncertainty, her naivety and of course her denial. So I thought I would share another tale. The time-line is somewhere between chapters 7 and 8. If you have not read the series, have no fear, this is a standalone piece. If you are a fan, I hope you find the story was worth waiting for – please email me either way. This tale is of course a work of fiction, please do not repost without the author’s permission etc, etc, etc.

In every town, there seems a section more dangerous than the rest. We can blame economics, politics, or society but perhaps there is another truth. Consider that these places may just attract the predators much as a waterhole attracts the lions. While the predators may from time to time attack one another, their real goal is to await the prey. For although the prey may sense the danger, some other force also drives them to these killing fields.

In this town, there is such a killing field. Although it is not as bad as in other cities, still this place is not without its danger of a kind. A place where the predators gather and much like the lion pride, this entire town is absent of all but a few males. Here the female of the species reigns supreme. Here the female lusts for the innocent flesh of the prey.

And today in the warm summer’s breeze the cats seem without any purpose other than to enjoy the fresh air. They are gathered in groups and in pairs and some just absently sit in their own counsel. The conversations and their social niceties do not change the watchfulness of their eyes. One by one, those very eyes register surprise as their prey exits a car at the end of this gray dull street. The car pulls away and this soft Doe pleasantly makes her way deeper into the killing field.

A keen weariness of suspicion replaces the surprise. The woman-child’s soft white skin is a stark contrast to these dark cats. Her innocent blue eyes are alone among the field of hard, dark one’s that stare. He long silken blond hair is exotic amongst their dark, course curls.

Suspicion fades and is replaced with a growing current of excitement. A lifetime honing their skills tells the on-lookers that this is not a trap. The woman on their street is not a guile hunter. Her innocent eyes are not watchful, and her open face is not one prepared for battle. No, this is not a police officer. No cop would dress in such a manner, so unprepared to do battle.

The girl’s dress is slight. It barely reaches her upper thighs and most of her shapely tanned legs are exposed. The material is white but worn. The buttons that run up the front from bottom to top seem strained at her breasts. As she draws closer they can see just how worn the material has become as it cannot hide the outline of the girl’s small areoles that sit upon the perfectly shaped C size breasts.  The girl is aware of her exposure and does her best to hide herself, but the heavy laundry bag she carries preoccupies most of her effort and the breeze catches the dress and pulls at it.

The girl looks around, but not at the predators. Her interest seems to be on the store fronts on her side of the street. A look of relief passes across her face as she finds her destination. The girl grabs the door handle and enters the laundry mat. The predators slowly move from their corners and their stoops and follow the prey. The hunt will be slow, the hunt will be determined and the hunt will be delicious.

Rebecca entered the laundry mat and the cool air conditioner caused an immediate reaction from her nipples. As they hardened under her thin dress, she looked around and hoped that none of the women inside noticed. Rebecca suspected that the washing machine at home was not broken. She knew however, that it was not wise to argue with her Aunt Nora and cousin Margot.

Although it was mystery to her as to why they had chosen this section of town, when there was a laundry mat, much closer to their own house. Worse had been their insistence that she wash all of her things except for the old housedress and the pair of panties she now wore. All her other clothes were in the laundry bag she carried. Rebecca felt very exposed in the short worn dress. It was one thing to wear such back on her grandmother’s farm when she was alone. Here in the busy center of town, it was humiliating.

Yet in contrast to the past few months, the last couple of weeks had been mundane. The constant humiliating situations and exposures she had suffered at the hands of her family and their friends had all but ceased. Finally, Rebecca’s overactive sexual imagination seemed to have abated. Her cousin Margot had even insisted the Rebecca wear a bikini on their daily trips to the lake. The results of which provided a dramatic contrast between her tanned skin and the porcelain white of her breast, buttocks and smooth pubic area. At night in the darkness of her bedroom, her white breast almost glowed. If not for her enduring naivety, Rebecca may have sensed that her cousin did nothing without motive and that her tanning sessions were little more than a preparation that ensured the ultimate contrast between Rebecca and the women in the laundry mat.

Rebecca looked around for an empty machine. The sooner she could get the wash done, the sooner she could go home. Margot had dropped her off at the end of the block and said she would be back in two hours and that if Rebecca was not done, then she would have to walk home. 

The laundry mat was a dingy place. On either side, large industrial dryers lined the walls. Two rows of washing machines stood back to back dividing the room. On the back wall were vending machines filled with soaps, candy, and soda. Along the front was a large glass window that looked upon the sidewalk. The window was gray with dust and dirt and the sunlight appeared weak and hazy. There were two older women sitting in chairs along the front window. They gave Rebecca only a quick glance before they returned to their magazines. Rebecca made her way to the back of the room, hoping to find an empty washer as far from the door as possible. She sensed her difference in this place and wanted to keep as low a profile. Unfortunately, all of the machines along the back were in use or had signs that read “Out of Order.” Rebecca returned to the front and found two machines that were both operational and empty.

Rebecca opened the laundry bag and separated her clothes into light and dark colors. As she filled each machine, an older, heavyset black woman shuffled over to the machine next to Rebecca.

“Hello honey,” the woman said with a kindly smile.

“Hi” Rebecca said.

“Are you new in this part of town?”

“No, well I guess, I don’t actually live here.”

“Not good enough for you.” The woman’s kindly smile faded and her eyes glared at Rebecca.

“Oh, no not at all,” Rebecca said with a nervous quiver in her voice. “My cousin had some errands in this part of town and asked me to do the laundry.”

The smile returned to the woman’s face. “Oh well that’s okay, although these machines don’t work so well. I don’t see any fabric softener in your things; I would suggest it or your clothes will feel very stiff.”

“Thank you, do they sell it here?”

“Yes, right in those vending machines back there.” The woman pointed. “Well have a nice day,” she finished and shuffled off to the plastic chairs at the window.

As Rebecca finished loading her clothes into the washers, three black women entered the laundry mat. None of them carried any laundry. The girls were in their early twenties and dressed in cut off jeans and t-shirts. The leader was Rebecca’s height but much curvier. The other two were taller than the first and thinner with muscular legs. The last in line looked familiar, but Rebecca averted her eyes for fear of a confrontation. She sensed trouble in these three.

Rebecca removed the small coin purse that was at the bottom of the laundry bag. It contained enough coins to complete two loads of wash and two in the dryer plus a few extra she could use to purchase the fabric softener. She removed four of the coins and placed the purse on one of the machines. She then went to the vending machines for her purchase.

“Look at that bitch,” said Vanessa the leader of the small band that had followed Rebecca into the store. “Who the fuck does she think she is, sauntering her white ass in my Laundromat? I’m gonna wipe the floor with that blond hoe.”

“Shit, I know who that is,” Sandra the third girl said. “That’s Rebecca, she goes to my school.”

“I don’t care where she goes, I say we fuck her up,” said Tiffany.

“No, no you two listen up; remember the horny bitch at school I was tellin’ ya ‘bout? Well that’s her.”

“That’s her,” Vanessa asked. “Damn, I would love to get a piece of that.”

“Me too,” said Tiffany.

“Oh we can and we will,” Sandra assured her friends. “But we got to do this right. I heard alot of stories; you kind of have to work her into it. She wants it but she needs to be tricked into it. I got the perfect plan. See Ms. Harriet over there?”

“Yeah, I know her,” Vanessa said with a scowl. “Bitch caught me skipping school a couple of times, threatened to tell my mom if I didn’t take my clothes off.”

“No kidding?” asked Tiffany

“Can’t complain though,” Vanessa continued, “best cum I ever had, that woman knows how to work a girl’s pussy.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sandra smiled, “but listened we got to work quickly. Now here’s the plan.”

When Sandra finished the girls all giggled and Vanessa went over to Ms. Harriet and told her the plan. When Ms. Harriet agreed, Vanessa looked back at the others and smiled. The girls quickly left the Laundromat while Rebecca fought with the vending machine.

The lever on the machine was stuck. Rebecca pulled hard but she could not get it to fully extend and release her fabric softener.

“It’s a tricky one,” came a creaky voice from behind her.

Rebecca turned and saw a woman of about forty watching her. The woman was very skinny and her jeans barely stayed on her boney hips.

“Sometime, ya got to feed that damn machine twice.”

“Oh, well I don’t have enough money.”

“No worry here ya go,” the woman inserted four more coins and pulled the extended handle. The fabric softener fell to the metal basin at the bottom of the machine.

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem, I’m sure you’ll pay me back.”

“Of course,” Rebecca promised and went back to her wash.

She had covered the clothes in both machines with laundry soap and fabric softener before she realized her change purse was missing. She looked in the laundry bag, on the side of the machines and traced her steps back to the vending machines. The purse was gone. Rebecca panicked. Margot would be mad and her clothes were not only unwashed, but also covered with detergent. She stared at the machines in complete indecision.

“What’s the matter honey?” It was the elderly chubby woman with the kindly face.

“I seem to have misplaced my money and now my clothes are covered with soap.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, Ms. Harriet will lend what you need.” The woman placed coins in each machine and started the cycles.

Rebecca thanked her profusely as the three young black women reentered the laundry, this time carrying a bag. Rebecca gave them a quick glance as they approached.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Rebecca said. “I promise I will come back tomorrow and pay you.”

“Tomorrow?” Ms. Harriet frowned. “My mama didn’t raise any fools, you ain’t gonna come back tomorrow and pay me.” The pleasant voice gained an angry edge.

“I will, I promise.” Rebecca said

“Hmm,” the woman considered Rebecca. “I think I can trust you but I’m gonna need a little insurance.”

“I don’t understand what kind of insurance?”

“That dress you’re wearing will do.”

“Oh,” Rebecca was a little confused, her old dress did not seem like much, but she would be happy to give it to the woman. “Okay, when my laundry is done I will just change and…”

“No, no I don’t think so. I wait till your laundry is done and you won’t need to make the deal. I want my insurance right now.”

“B-but I can’t, I’ll be naked.”

“You got your bra and panties, no different than one of them bikinis.”

“You don’t understand I’m not…” Rebecca hesitated and then whispered, “I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Well that is your problem for runnin’ round like some whore. Now give me the dress or you can figure out how to dry all them clothes without money.”

Rebecca felt a pit in her stomach. It had not occurred to her that she also did not have any money for the driers. Without the old woman’s help, she would have even a bigger mess on her hands.

Just then, the three girls approached and the short one asked, “Ms. Harriet what’s the problem here?”

“Little miss thing borrowed money for the wash and now don’t want to give me my insurance.”

“Is that so,” Vanessa glared at Rebecca. “What are you asking for, she don’t seem to have much.”

“I want to hold onto her dress until I get paid.”

“Seems fair enough,” Vanessa said. “What’s your issue blondie?”
Rebecca felt trapped. She wanted to run but was too afraid.
“I-I can’t be here naked.”

“Why we’re all women. Are you one of those lesbians?”
“N-no I…I just…” she was too humiliated to complete the thought.

“She ain’t going to be completely naked, she has panties on,” Ms. Harriet interjected.

“I tell you what,” Sandra spoke up, “why don’t we lock the door and close the shades and this way no one else will come in and you’ll have some privacy.”

“Flea,” Vanessa yelled to the skinny women who had helped Rebecca with the vending machine. “Flea put out the closed sign and lock the door and then pull down the shade, so missy here can get naked.”

“There now there are no excuses.” Ms. Harriet said matter-of-factly, but the hungry glint in her eyes did not match the casual tone.

Rebecca looked down at her feet but did not argue further.

“I don’t think she is gonna do it, Ms. Harriet, maybe you should go take what you want.” Vanessa suggested.

Ms. Harriet approached Rebecca who made no effort to move or defend herself.

“There, there,” the woman said in her pleasant voice. “No need to fret, I’ll be gentle with it.”

Rebecca closed her eyes as Ms. Harriet slowly unbuttoned each button from the top down. As she did, the tight dress parted and the onlookers were treated to a view of Rebecca’s ample cleavage.

When the last button was undone, Rebecca’s short white dress fell open a few inches exposing her flat stomach and white panties. Ms. Harriet stepped behind Rebecca and slowly slid the garment off the girl’s shoulders. The other women gasped softly when the dress fell to the floor and they saw Rebecca’s creamy firm breasts. 

Rebecca’s breasts were perfectly outlined by her tanned skin. Ms. Harriet softly ran her hands around Rebecca’s waist, the smooth flesh was heavenly, and the older black woman gave out a small moan of satisfaction. She traced her hands lightly upward and cupped the young white girl’s firm tits. Ms. Harriet’s fingers traced the small pink areolas and then lightly pinched Rebecca’s nipples.

Rebecca was too embarrassed to open her eyes and face the women. She was humiliated that her imagination had once again turned to the exotic as she imagined hands softly touching her exposed breasts. She knew that it was impossible. They were after all standing in a public place and these were tough inner city women. They were not the type who could so gently touch someone, especially another woman. Rebecca moaned softly as the woman behind her manipulated her nipples to full hardness. Rebecca tried to maintain her composure and to will away the phantom sensations, but the two weeks of celibacy had left her body even more sensitive to touch. She tried to fight the electric feeling that ran from her nipples to her clit, but she felt herself grow moist.

Ms. Harriet gave Rebecca’s tits one more squeeze and then removed her hands. She bent over, retrieved the dress, and walked back to her chair. She stuffed the dress in her large leather handbag and then turned back to the group.

Rebecca covered her breasts with her arms and turned away from the other women. She planned to wait out the wash cycle in the back of the room.

“Hey Flea,” Ms. Harriet called out to the skinny woman. “Didn’t you lend that girl some money for the fabric softener?”

“Yes, I did, that’s right, I need my insurance too.”

“Well then,” Vanessa spoke, “you should hold on to those panties.”

“No please,” Rebecca pleaded as she turned to face the women. “Please, don’t take them.”

“Come on over here girly and give them up,” Sandra called

Rebecca slowly walked over to the woman.

“Go ahead Flea, strip her down,” Vanessa laughed.

“Yeah Flea, strip her naked so we can see her pussy,” Tiffany yelled.

Flea approached the blond girl cautiously as if she feared the girl might strike her. When Rebecca flinched, Flea became more brazen. She knelt down in front of Rebecca and grabbed the girls white panties at the waist. Slowly she pulled them down Rebecca’s tanned thighs.

“Shit look at that, not only white as snow but look at the smooth hairless mound.” Flea called back to the group.

Flea dropped the panties once they were past Rebecca’s knees, and they fell to her ankles.

“Hey slut,” Vanessa called, “why do you shave your pussy?”

“I-I d-don’t,” Rebecca, said softly, “hair doesn’t grow down there.”

“Wow that looks soft,” said Flea. “I got to feel it.”

The woman’s boney fingers rubbed Rebecca’s soft pubis. “Girls,” she called, “you have got to feel this.”

Vanessa, Sandra, and Tiffany gathered around Rebecca. The dark hands quickly found her soft flesh.

“Damn smooth like a baby,” Sandra cooed. Her hand rubbed Rebecca’s soft ass.

Vanessa’s hand went immediately to Rebecca’s pussy and she wondered at the soft hairless mound Tiffany massaged Rebecca’s breasts and stomach.

Vanessa’s finger found Rebecca’s slit and she worked it between the girl’s soft folds.

“Shit someone is getting all wet. Do you like that, you little whore?”

“Please, don’t,” Rebecca whispered, but she had already lost control of her body and felt flushed and tingly.

“I think she likes girls,” said Tiffany as her fingers softly pulled at Rebecca’s nipples.

“No, I don’t,” cried Rebecca.

Vanessa looked at her two friends and winked, she could not believe how naïve the beautiful, white girl was.

“I bet you are a lesbian,” she said. “Go ahead and admit it.”

“I-I’m not.”

“Well then how about a little test? If you’re straight then a couple of other women shouldn’t be able to make you cum, right?”

Rebecca was silent. She realized Vanessa’s test was a trap. If she refused then they would say she was a lesbian, but on the other hand, her body was so sensitive she did not think she could withstand the assault.

“What do you think Ms. Harriet? Does it sound like a fair test?” Vanessa asked.

From her chair Ms Harriet said, “I think it’s fair, but that girl better not cum. I am not going to be locked in here worried about being attacked by a lesbian. Just the same better test her so we know if we’re safe.”

“No, please I’ll be good. Just let me go sit in the back until my clothes are done, please,” Rebecca begged.

Throughout the conversation, the four women softly stroked her naked body. The sensation made Rebecca feel fuzzy and her stomach quivered each time Tiffany lightly ran her fingers over it. She knew it was wrong to have such feelings, that the women only wanted to be sure she was straight, but in her mind she kept seeing the dark hands against her white skin, and fought off the improper images that came to her.

Ms. Harriet stood up and came closer to the group. “Okay girls, if you’re going to test her, let’s get on with it.”

“What do you suggest?” Sandra asked, her hand rubbed and squeezed Rebecca’s buttocks.

“I could do it?” said the skinny woman, Flea. She still knelt down in front of Rebecca and her hands stroked the girl’s soft firm thighs. The silky smooth skin fascinated Flea.

“No, not yet,” Ms. Harriet said, “Vanessa I think you should just give her a little rub down there and see if she cums.”

“Please, don’t do this. I promise I’m not a lesbian.” Rebecca tried to step back but Tiffany and Sandra took hold of her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice,” Vanessa said and laughed.

Vanessa’s fingers rubbed Rebecca’s soft mound. Her middle finger slipped between the soft folds and she slid her finger all the way down. The contact made Rebecca grunt softly and she closed her eyes tight.

“Oh I don’t think she is going to do so well,” Sandra giggled.

Tiffany took the opportunity to fully explore Rebecca’s breasts and nipples. She cupped the right breast and lifted, enjoying the firm ripeness of it. Then she softly twisted and pulled at the nipple.

“Tiffany,” Ms. Harriet called, “go ahead and give that nipple a good swabbing with your tongue.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tiffany smiled and lowered her head to Rebecca’s breast. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and alternately licked, sucked and bit the pink nib.

Rebecca knew it was all a test and that she had to remain calm. The sensation at her breast was driving her crazy, but she knew this was all just clinical for these women. She did not enjoy being naked in front of everyone, but she also did not blame them for their safety concerns. She tried to think of the situation as no more than the monthly doctor’s exam her Aunt insisted she attend.

Flea was still focused on Rebecca’s thighs, but the other four women exchanged glances. Not only had they gotten this beautiful curvy blond completely naked in a laundry mat, but she was actually letting them touch her. Sandra looked at Vanessa and lipped, “I told you so.”

Vanessa felt Rebecca getting wet. The girl’s clit was now a hard little rock. Vanessa lightly teased it with her finger and she saw Rebecca sway slightly. Vanessa applied more pressure and made quick circles with her finger. The manipulation had the desired effect, and Rebecca softly moaned. Vanessa increased her speed and brought Rebecca close to the edge. Just as the girl was about to cum, Vanessa slid her finger away and let Rebecca calm down again. She repeated it over and over, bringing the poor girl to the point of breathless excitement.

“I think she is going to cum, Ms. Harriet,” Vanessa said.

“Well there’s only one way to be sure. Flea you can taste an orgasm can’t you?”

“I sure can,” Flea responded.

“Get in there and see if the girl is going to cum. Vanessa you get on that other tit.”

Vanessa lifted Rebecca’s left breast and squeezed, then took the hard pink nipple in her mouth. Rebecca moaned.

Flea covered Rebecca’s sex with her mouth. The skinny woman’s tongue expertly licked and flicked Rebecca’s clit and then drove deep into her vagina.

“Ahhhh, p-p-please, I-I c-can’t take m-more,” Rebecca cried. Her fortitude was being worn down and she was close to cumming.

Her outburst inspired the women to lick and suck furiously at her most sensitive areas. Sandra had waited for this moment.

She leaned close to Rebecca’s ear and whispered, “Don’t you remember me from school?”

“Ug, ug, ug” was all Rebecca could manage.

“Maybe this will help.” Sandra slid her hand past Rebecca’s ass and between the girl’s soft thighs. Her fingers found Rebecca’s pussy and she lubricated them with the flowing juice. She slid her slick black fingers between Rebecca’s white cheeks and gently circled the girl’s anus.

“Still don’t remember me?
Rebecca was too close to orgasm to respond. Flea lapped at her clit in long slow strokes and Vanessa and Tiffany sucked and bit her nipples.

“I think this will help,” Sandra whispered, “Get it girl,” she said and drove her finger into Rebecca’s anus. Sandra twisted her finger twice, pulled it almost all the way out and then drove it back in.

Almost immediately, Rebecca exploded. The women increased their licking and sucking to a dizzying speed and Sandra continued to fuck her ass.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” Rebecca moaned as Flea’s long strokes became short quick laps at her clit.

Rebecca’s orgasm stretched on into several smaller ones and she shuddered and quivered.

“That’s enough ladies,” Ms. Harriet commanded.

The women stopped and Rebecca slumped back against Sandra.

“I guess she failed the test.”

“So what do we do now?” Vanessa asked.

“Well we can’t kick her out of here naked, we’ll all get arrested,” Ms Harriet said with a tone of consideration. “But it isn’t safe for us to have a naked lesbian running around in here.”

Rebecca, humiliated had gained some of her composure and stood on her own. “I’m sorry, please I’ll just go in the back, and I won’t bother you.”

“I wish I could believe that, but in case you aren’t up on current events you’re standing in a public place naked and you just came in front of all of us, you sex maniac.”

Rebecca knew it was true so she bowed her head and stayed silent.

“We could tie her up so she can’t get at us,” said Sandra with a smile. Of course, it had been planned that way from the start. The bondage was a gift for Ms. Harriet who loved to dominate women.

“Good idea,” said Ms. Harriet. “Do we have anything to tie her with?”

“We do,” the women said in unison and then laughed.

Sandra went to the large bag she had returned to the laundry mat with. She opened it and pulled out two wooden poles. Each pole had a short chain attached and at the end of each chain a leather cuff. Sandra placed the two poles together and twisted. The poles were made to screw together and when she was done, she held up one long pole.

She approached Rebecca and walked behind the naked girl. She placed the pole across Rebecca’s shoulders, Vanessa, and Tiffany each secured one of Rebecca’s wrists to the pole with the leather cuff.

With Rebecca’s arms held out her breast looked even more exposed and Vanessa could not resist running her hands over the firm mounds.

“Perfect,” said Ms. Harriet. “Now I think we need to teach this little lesbian a lesson.”

“What did you have in mind Ms. Harriet?” Tiffany asked.

“I think a good spanking on her ass and pussy.”

“I bet if we fuck her ass she will cum,” Sandra added. “It seems every time I put my finger in her ass she cums.”

“Maybe,” Vanessa added, “but that clit seemed awful sensitive, I bet we could use an electric toothbrush on it and get her off several times.”

Rebecca shook her head. “Please don’t do any of those things to me.”

Ms. Harriet walked up to Rebecca. She cupped the girl’s breast and absently tweaked Rebecca’s nipple.

“We’ll give you the spanking you deserve. As long as you don’t cum again we’ll stop. If you do though we will keep trying new things until you don’t cum anymore. Agreed?”
Rebecca assumed there would be nothing in a spanking to make her cum so she agreed. She had no idea what she was in for.

The End.