Chapter two
Amanda awoke with a start her head splitting with pain, and crawled unwillingly
from the beneath the duvet. To her surprise she was naked and stood for a moment
juggling her mind into some sort of order. The last thing she remembered was
leaving the coffee shop with Becky. Suddenly frightened and confused Amanda
grabbed a robe and tiptoed slowly downstairs expecting to find the house
ransacked and her valuables missing, but everything was in order and there was
Becky sitting on the settee drinking coffee.
" Hello sleepy head, feeling better now. "
" I want you out of my house now. "
Becky`s answer was a sweet sickly smile that sent a shudder down Amanda `s spine
and
" Sure thing, I`ll pack my bags in a minute but perhaps you had better watch
some videos first. That was quite some performance you gave last night. "
Triumphantly Becky reached for the remote control and turned on the video
recorder.
Almost immediately Amanda retched, the colour draining from her face as she was
confronted by the awful truth of what had happened to her. There she was lying
naked on her bed a man straddling her his erect member wedged in his mouth.
Another man was between her legs lapping the lips of her exposed sex.
" you bitch, you evil bitch. " Amanda started towards the video tears prickling
her eyes but had barely gone a few feet before Becky grabbed her by the hair and
threw her to the floor.
" You had better learn to the rules of our little game miss randy mandy or a
copy of this tape goes straight to Rupert, and your sister and another to your
parents. I have some still shots as well would you like to see them. "
Disdainfully she threw an envelope at her stunned victim, obscene photos
spilling out all over the floor.
Again Amanda retched her face palling as she was confronted with further
evidence of what had been done to her.
" Yes slut, they did actually fuck you, all four of them, want to see it in slow
motion. "
Amanda turned her head away from the obscene video tears trickling down her
face. She had been violated, horribly abused and her tormentor was loving it. "
" Why are you doing this to me. " She screamed fresh tears prickling her face.
" Because I love to see you squirm. "
" You are mad quite mad ."
" So the psychiatrists tell me. "
" I have had enough of this I am calling the police, you'll be lucky to escape
the compound for what you have done. "
To Amanda's surprise Becky made no attempt to stop her reaching the phone but
instead pulled another cassette from her handbag.
" You might want to watch this first though. "
For a moment Amanda froze, her heart thumping with fresh fear and an icy trickle
travelled up her spine as she caught sight of the triumph on her tormentors
face. Already Becky was striding over to the video and pressing home a fresh
cassette.
" You'll enjoy this one even more, randy mandy and the drug barons. No sex just
a nice fat pay off.
You remember Jane from school, the one you stole Rupert off. Well she works for
the local TV station doing exposes, and who do you think she caught on video. I
like the editing in this one really professional. "
Amanda watched a woman leaving a house and getting into a car. It was
unmistakably her house and her car, the woman was dressed in her clothes.
" A nice close up of your face there, fake as hell of course but nicely edited
in, you just cant tell the difference can you. "
The camera followed as the car drove off and proceeded downtown to a deserted
warehouse. There were more perfectly edited close ups of her face. Amanda
groaned as she continued watching the elaborately staged set up. Men taking bags
of white powder out of her car and seeming to taste them before putting bags of
money in the trunk. It looked like a videotape of a drug deal.
" The video isn't conclusive in itself, but you would be hard put to explain the
forensic evidence. "
" Wh.. what forensic evidence. " Amanda stammered out the words her face deathly
pale as she spoke. "
" The traces of cocaine in your car, the traces of cocaine at the warehouse not
to mention a few fibres of clothing that will match that dress I was wearing.
Then of course there is the skin samples, the discarded brush with your hair in
it. DNA sampling you just cant beat it. Of course you won't take the wrap alone
I am sure that pretty little sister of yours will keep you company in prison. "
" What had Cassie to do with this? "
" Just my insurance policy hon. There are a few traces of cocaine in her house,
cunningly hidden. She really shouldn't leave the key under the mat there are
people in the world who might take advantage of the fact. "
" Please for Gods sake Becky, leave Cassie out of this she is only seventeen. "
" Like I said she's just my insurance policy. "
" What is it you want, " There was no mistaking the look of abject misery on
Amanda's pale, tear stained face.
" We are going to play a game you and me. From now on you will obey my every
command, you will do everything I say when I say it. Refuse and i`ll make sure
that both you and your precious sister spend the rest of your days in slavery.
Is that clear? "
There was no mistaking the note of venom in Becky`s voice and Amanda dropped her
head, her heart pounding.
" What is you want from me. "
" you are going to be my slave. "
The words stunned Amanda into action and she rounded furiously on her tormentor.
" That is absurd, I will never agree to such a thing. "
" Oh I think you will, Do you honestly think you have a choice. One tape to
Rupert, one tape to the authorities and your entire life goes down the pan. I
just love these new laws don't you. guilty until proven innocent, and exactly
how are you going to prove your innocence "
Amanda gulped nervously.
" You can be my slave now or wait for the trial and then you can be someone
else's slave. I am sure someone with your looks would end up as a fuck toy for
some middle aged businessman. You and your dear sweet sister. You should get
about twenty years a piece I am sure Rupert would wait for you. "
Amanda sat silent and trembling, her life and dreams crushed by the barrage of
words.
" This slav....slavery, how long would it last. "
" Until your wedding day, "
Amanda groaned inwardly, her marriage was a year away. A year at the mercy of
this evil bitch. Already the hard lump of fear was in her throat. The tapes
looked so convincing and if there were indeed traces of hair, and clothing at
the scene of crime who would believe her.
" Well Amanda what is it to be, my slave for a year or someone else's for twenty
years. "
For a moment the terrified blonde sat stunned and bewildered, the stark reality
pressing ever more clearly on her terrified mind.
It took only a supercilious grin from Becky and the appearance of her mobile
phone for Amanda's will to collapse. She was trapped in a nightmare and had no
idea of how to escape.
" I will be your slave. " The words escaped her mouth as no more than a soft
whisper and sealed her fate.
" Now listen to me bitch, here are the rules. From now on you will call me
mistress when we are not in the office and you will do exactly as you are told
understand?
" yes "
" Yes mistress " thundered Becky her eyes set in a malevolent glare,
" yes mis... mistress ." Amanda stammered out the words her face flushing with
shame a she did so.
" Now go and shower and change I am sure that you will want to wash away the
evidence of what those nasty men did to you. "
In a flood of tears Amanda hurried up the stairs heading for the bathroom. With
her mind reeling she soaped her firm young body, but no amount of scrubbing
could wash away the memory of what had happened to her and she slumped on the
floor of the cubicle tears rolling down her face.
" Hurry bitch we have a lot to do today. "
Hurriedly Amanda towelled herself dry and after rummaging through her wardrobe
selected a silk blouse and long pleated skirt and trooped nervously downstairs
to meet her tormentor
Becky just snorted contemptuously on seeing the crestfallen blonde.
" Time to go shopping, ill drive you look a bag of nerves. "
Reluctantly Amanda followed the brunette out of the house and slipped into the
passenger seat of her car.
" Where are you taking me? "
" For failure to call me mistress, you will have to pay a penalty. Remove your
bra and panties "
" Bu but someone might see me. "
" For every failure to do as I say you will pay a penalty. This is no game
bitch I intend to show you who is in control here. "
With a great deal of fumbling Amanda managed to remove her bra without exposing
herself in public.
" good now your panties "
Red faced in embarrassment the helpless blonde complied with her Becky's orders
and wordlessly discarded her underwear ino the back seat. Sitting nervously in
the passenger seat she tried to think of a way out of this terrible situation.
Her life seemed to be spiralling out of control. Somehow she had to talk to
Becky make her see sense. She had to have those videos no matter what it cost
her.
" Becky... I mean mistress I know we never really got on in school and if I did
anything to hurt you I am really sorry. Its just that those tapes could really
destroy my life. It's almost a year until I get married and I love Rupert very
much ." Tears formed in the corner of Amanda's eyes a she spoke
" Could.... couldn't I just buy them back, I have money, this car, credit
cards, just take what you want but please leave me alone. " She was crying
openly now, her whole body shaking in giant sobs.
" I don't remember giving you permission to speak. It would appear you do not
know who is in control here. Well you had better learn and learn quickly. What
you want doesn't mater It is what I want that counts. " There was no mistaking
the note of malice in Becky`s voice. " From now on you have nothing, understand
me nothing unless I let you have it. "
" Please Becky don't do this. "
" What was that you called me. " Becky rounded on Amanda furiously. " I don't
think you understand the rules of our little game. One more slip up, one more
failure to obey and I will call the whole thing off. " For a moment she paused
wondering how had she could push her rival " Undo the top two buttons of your
blouse and hitch that skirt up bitch.
Amanda could sense the crunch point had come, she had to act now, free herself
from the clutches of this evil woman or else capitulate completely. Every
instinct told her to fight back, to regain control of her life but her nerve
failed and with trembling fingers she fiddled with the buttons on her blouse.
then inched her skirt up to mid thigh.
" Higher. "
Suppressing a groan Amanda obeyed revealing more of her long silky thighs.
Conscious of the fact that she was wearing no knickers she crossed her legs
trying to maintain a modicum of decency.
" A garden centre and pet supply store just what I was looking for. "
Becky pulled into the store car park and reversed effortlessly into one of the
open spaces.
" Time to get a few things for my new pet. Out the car and no trouble. "
Briefly Amanda wondered if she should refasten the buttons of her blouse but had
received no such instructions and got out the car. Thankfully her skirt slipped
back into place.
Rummaging through her handbag Becky produced a piece of paper and headed it to
Amanda " I want you to get the items on this list, and don't even think to mess
me about. "
Red faced with embarrassment Amanda reluctantly followed Becky into the store.
Once inside she scanned the list of items her face flushed with humiliation as
she read the list of items.
1 dog collar large enough for your pretty throat.
1 leash so I can lead you round like a bitch
4 cat collars for you wrists and ankles.
" Now lets get a few things for my new pet. A collar first I think, " Becky
reached for a thick heavy studded collar. " Here try it on. "
" What here. " There was no mistaking the note of concern in Amanda's voice or
the look of horror in her eyes.
" Yes here unless you have an objection, " replied Becky reaching into her
handbag and retrieving her mobile phone.
Looking Anxiously around Amanda hurriedly placed the collar around her throat.
" it fits "
Becky`s response was a quick fierce slap around the face that sent Amanda's
head reeling.
" It fits mistress. "
Amanda repeated the words, her voice a soft fear filled whisper
" Show me ."
" But they have security cameras here. " just in time Amanda added the word
mistress.
" So what ."
Her face burning with shame Amanda fastened the collar around her throat and
winced as Becky`s face dissolved into a satisfied smirk of superiority.
" Now for a leash ."
Amanda's reached up to unfasten her collar but a another quick slap dissuaded
her. "
" Did I tell you to remove you collar. "
Close to tears from the severity of the blow Amanda reached up for the leash and
handed it to Becky.
" now put it on. "
Amanda's eyes were soft and pleading but Becky smiled at her victims discomfort
and Amanda felt powerless to resist and could only wince in horror as Becky
clipped it to her collar.
Soon four cat collar had been added to her ensemble two for her wrists two for
her ankles and Amanda stood red faced and tearful, the humiliation etching
itself ever more clearly on her mind. The collar and leash in particular had a
powerful and dominating effect on the terrified blonde. They had passed a slave
on the way into the store and his pain collar all to evident for all to see and
Amanda was intently aware of just how much was at stake.
" Please mistress may I remove them. "
Becky noticed the tears prickling the eyes of her victim and nodded her assent.
Perhaps one day soon her rival would wear such items permanently but for the
time being she felt it wise not to draw attention to herself and nodded her
consent.
Amanda was becoming more and more nervous as she looked over the contents of her
basket.
While each individual item looked innocent enough she could not help but feel
that collectively their use was all too obvious. In a pathetic attempt to
conceal the truth she added two packets of dried cat food to her basket and
headed for the checkout. Red faced with embarrassment and showing more cleavage
than she felt happy with she stood nervously before the cashier as he accepted
her credit card with a polite smile.
" Have a nice day miss. "
Amanda managed a weak smile by way of response, her heart beating wildly, she
sensed this day would not be the slightest bit nice, for her anyway.
Back at the car Becky was waiting impatiently and Amanda got in beside her
sheepishly handing over the bag of goods for her inspection.
" I see you are a fast learner kid. Now lets go and have some real fun. "
Amanda breathed deeply trying to compose herself as she fretted over what
nightmares were coming her way next. Her one consolation was that this was a
mall some distance from her neat suburban house and no one would recognise her
still she could not help but wonder what the demonic bitch had in store fir her.
The mall seemed to be packed with people and Amanda was acutely aware of the
amount of cleavage she was showing, still there was nothing for it but to tough
it out and followed Becky into a boutique specialising in teenage clothes.
" Now lets see if there's anything in here for my new pet. "
" Please mistress all these clothes are for teenagers, they will be far too
small for me. " whispered Amanda as she eyed the selection.
" But that's the idea hon, a few sexy numbers I wouldn't want your fiancee to
go off you, we have to make you look real sexy for when he gets home tonight. "
Amanda blanched, she had forgotten all about her date with Rupert. he had been
out of town all week closing some big deal or other and they had arranged to go
out on his return.
" Here try this on. "
Amanda groaned at the sight of the skimpy looking outfit in Becky hand and knew
there was nothing for it but to try it on. Moving sheepishly into the changing
room she removed her clothes, just standing there naked made her feel awkward
and embarrassed. Having struggled into the tight wrap around skirt she turned
and groaned on catching sight of herself in the mirror. The skirt was far too
short barely covering her bottom, and clung so tightly that at even the
slightest movement it shifted revealing the full extent of her legs, and
revealing her lack of underclothing. The short crop top was two sizes too small
and it took her an age to adjust it so it covered her breast. The thin fabric
doing nothing to hide her pert nipples. For a moment Amanda stood starring at
herself in the mirror, the image of a slut starring back at her. Just the
thought of slipping out of the changing room dressed as she was made her heart
race and her legs go weak. She couldn't do it , she wouldn't the mad psychotic
bitch had no right to treat her like this.
Guilty until proven innocent. Twenty years of slavery. The fuck toy of some
middle age pervert. Becky`s words swirled round in her brain. Just the thought
of would happen to poor Cassie made Amanda retch in fear. She was trapped,
horribly trapped, that fake video of the drug deal looked so real, It had been
made by a professional TV news woman. There would be forensic evidence too. it
was hopeless she didn't have a chance. Summoning the last of her courage
Amanda cautiously slid open the changing room door and stuck her head round half
expecting to see Becky standing there, but she had moved to the lingerie
section.
" That looks a little uncomfortable madam, I believe we have that colour in a
larger size. " A kindly faced sales lady descended on her but Becky hurried
over.
" No the little slut likes them tight don't you. "
Red faced Amanda thanked the assistant for her help and swallowed her tears.
" Now put these on and hurry it up. "
Consumed by helplessness Amanda returned to the changing room and with trembling
fingers donned the sheer nylon self supporting stockings and slipped on the
redundant garters selected by Becky. This time she avoided looking at herself in
the mirror knowing her reflection would reveal the epitome of a cheap slut.
It took all of Becky`s self control not to laugh out loud but the look on her
face revealed the extent of her pleasure. Already she had reduced her high and
mighty rival to the look of a street whore and felt her own nipples harden at
the thought of the pleasures still to come. For over an hour the dark haired
vixen had her blonde slave parade before her in an array of degrading and skimpy
outfits.
" That should be enough for now go pay for them. "
The words struck Amanda hard, not only was she being totally humiliated she was
expected to pay for it as well. The total price of seven hundred and forty two
dollars further robbing Amanda of what was left of her dignity.
All Amanda wanted to do was get home, to bury her face into a pillow and cry.
Her life was in tatters and the humiliation showed clearly on her puckered beet
red face.
" Are we done now mistress.? "
" Not even close. " the words were spoken with a deliberate venom that sent a
shiver of fear shooting through Amanda's body.
" A slut slave, wearing slut clothes but there's something missing. Oh yes Slut
shoes come on slave follow me. "
All Amanda could do was follow the spiteful bitch as she lead the way to a shoe
shop and even as she saw the words closing down sale plastered across the window
she knew the place would be packed. The thought of sitting in a cramped shop
dressed in a micro short skirt and wearing no panties sent a wave of nausea
churning through her body.
The store was indeed crowded and Amanda stood nervously aware of lustful stares
and dark comments. Her heart was racing, her body flushed with shame as she
waited for a sales assistant and prayed it would not be the spotty young lad who
had ogled her legs the moment she had walked in. Becky had seen him to and
Amanda groaned as the brunette collared the lad.
" My friend here would like some high heel shoes, you know the type I mean, five
inch heels and ankle straps, the type sluts wear. "
The young man flushed in embarrassment his lust filled eyes fixed on Amanda's
legs.
" What size miss. "
" Seven. " Amanda's voice was a barely audible whisper.
The young man hurried off and returned laden down with boxes whilst Amanda sat
crossed legged, her body shaking with fear. Even as the sales assistant knelt in
front of her she could feel her face burning with the heat of her shame and sat
rigidly her legs crossed as he buckled a high heeled shoe onto her foot .
Behind her Becky smiled, already she could feel herself becoming aroused, she
loved to dominate people to bend them to her will and having Amanda as a slave
was a dream come true, perhaps she would get the silly bitch to lick her out
later.
" Why don't you walk in them see if they are comfortable. " she suggested.
Reluctantly Amanda rose and stood her legs shaking as she paraded about the
crowded shop. The heels gave her added height, her bum was even further off the
ground and she knew that if the salesman turned round he would be able to see
her exposed sex. The shoes wee too small and uncomfortable but there was nothing
Amanda could do except pretend they were a perfect fit. The last thing she
wanted was hours of trying on more pairs of shoes and parading half naked around
the shop.
" Look at the sales assistant he's gone all hard, he thinks you are a right
little slut shall I ask him if he could give you a discount. "
" Please mis.. mistress no, " there was a note of desperation in Amanda's voice
that sent a wave of pleasure rippling through Becky's body. How good it felt to
hear the little slut beg.
