THE HOUSE TOUR

By GoGo

The Wait

Kathleen Montgomery looked at her watch with growing impatience. . . .

“Where was that little brat . . . . !?, ” she murmured to now one in particular as she stood in the driveway of the secluded “McMansion” that she hoped to sell with a final tour this morning. She mustn't get angry. She needed to remember that this girl's father may be the client that would spring her to her all-time highest sales commission in her many years as a real estate agent. She had to forget just how abrasive this young woman had been in their first meeting. She looked at her watch again . . .11:00 a.m. The girl was now almost a half hour late. The “ she” that Elizabeth was thinking about was Sally Beckwith, the nineteen year old step daughter of software entrepreneur Miles Beckwith, with whom Kathleen had been in negotiations for almost a month to purchase the exclusive Winsor Estate that she was currently listing.

Kathleen Montgomery, age thirty-five, was the #1 real estate agent for Global Properties, a Washington, D.C. real estate company dealing exclusively in the sale of “high end” homes and estates in the D.C. Metropolitan area. In the wealthiest communities, everyone was familiar with Kathleen. Her beautiful picture was plastered on the listing signs of the most expensive mansions throughout the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. She was good at what she did, and she knew it.

Not only did Kathleen sell mansions, she and her family also lived in one of the largest in Potomac, Maryland. As Gobal's highest volume agent for the past several years, she netted an average of over 1.5 million dollars in commissions per year. In addition, her husband was a highly respected cardiologist in a medical practice in Washington that included the Vice President of the United States as one of its patients. The couple had two children, both attending preeminent prep schools: a fourteen year-old athletic boy, and a twelve year old girl who was as attractive as her mother. Kathleen was a tall and extremely fit with a beautifully portioned athletic body. She worked out regularly with a personal trainer, and it showed. She was 5' 8" tall, with full and rounded firm breasts which complimented her soft copper-tanned flesh. Her long legs were trim and currently so tanned that she did not need to wear stockings. Kathleen's hair color was light brown, with subtle blond streaks that was the only concession that this fine looking woman thought she needed to make to appear a tad more youthful. The hair was banged to her eyebrows and its length fell gently onto her shoulders. She had lush almond shaped hazel eyes that her husband often teased were her “Asian exotic eyes.” Kathleen Montgomery was a no-nonsense elegant wealthy married professional female. She was the kind of woman that men noticed and don't think for a minute that she didn't know this and use it in the business world to get to where she was as one of the top real estate agents in Washington, D.C. But at this very moment, she was losing her well noted composure.

Kathleen had promised to show Winsor Estate to Miles Beckwith's stepdaughter to get her approval before he purchased it. This acquisition was the first step to opening his software search engine (Goggles, Inc.) company's east coast operations. Winsor Manor was a large country estate that extended through approximately ten acres of rolling hills in the Virginia suburbs. It included a large Victorian stately home with a lined driveway. The road leading to the mansion was surrounded with trees right up to the main gate. There was an adjacent guest house, in the English cottage style, nestled among an area of large Oak trees. In addition to these homes, the estate had a beautiful Equestrian Center with a manicured race track and accompanying horse stable. The original owner, having built the estate as a testament for his love of horses and privacy, had recently relocated to southern California leaving the property fully furnished in hope of assisting it sale at the 10.5 million dollars asking price. Miles Beckwith was planning to live only part time in this home and remain, for the most part, at his home at the company's Seattle, Washington home base. He was smitten by the property because of its opulence and his love of horses. The entrepreneur, now away on business, had told Kathleen that he was contemplating the purchase after his step-daughter's walk through with Kathleen. He told the real estate agent that his young stepdaughter, a champion equestrian rider, would be residing at the estate when not away at university. He had left it with Kathleen that Sally would be contacting her to set up a time to be shown the property. Miles had intimated that to consummate the deal, both his wife, Eleanor and her step-daughter needed to approve, so it was now up to Kathleen to see that the young lady was indeed impressed with the property. However, there was a dark part of the story of which Kathleen was unaware. Miles and his step-daughter were secretly having an affair of which Eleanor was unaware. But with Eleanor living only in the main Seattle estate, Miles was free to slip his dick in and out his step-daughter all he wanted while on the East Coast. Some executives simply think of everything.

The young step-daughter and the older real estate agent had not gotten off to a good start. One night almost a week ago to the day, Kathleen had been speaking with another client by telephone when Sally Beckwith had just sauntered unannounced into her office and stood there with her arms crossed, starring at Kathleen. Kathleen was tall, but Sally was taller by a good two inches. She had platinum blond hair that came down over her shoulder and hung seductively over the black tank top she was wearing right over her large breasts. She wore blue jeans that hugged her long and lanky leg; open strapped shoes; with a short dark leather jacket that came to her belly button. Kathleen glared at the young woman, not knowing her to recognize her:

“Can I help you? Can't you see that I'm on the telephone?!,”

Kathleen cooly asked. An impeccable dresser, Kathleen was wearing a cream-colored pinstriped business suit with a pleated skirt that came to rest only an inch above her knees, hiding her creamy thighs. Her jacket covered a white cotton blouse. She wore a pair of brown Guicci leather shoes with three inch heels. Her blush was a perfect match to her subtly painted lush lips, and her lush brown hair curled inward toward her blouse. She wore an elegant Crisscut Diamond around her neck with matching earrings and a huge ring of the same style on her right hand.

“Well, get off, I don't have all night! I'm Sally Beckwith and if you're INTERESTED in selling the estate, you'd BETTER not keep me waiting!!,” Sally snapped.

Kathleen had all she could do to restrain herself from telling this spoiled young woman off, but knew that she needed to keep her emotions under control. She did think to herself that if this were her daughter, she would provide a bit more discipline than she obviously has had to date. . . . how ironic she would later think.

They made a date to meet on a the next Saturday, a week from tomorrow. Kathleen, gritting her teeth all the way, had asked the teenager when it would be convenient for her. Curiously, Sally had smiled and said that she would need about a week to prepare for the meeting. Katherine wondered what she meant, but left it at that. As the two women exchanged a rather icy handshake, Kathleen thought that she had caught Sally taking a quick peek at her breasts. Sally spun around and walked confidently out of the office. Kathleen continued to seethe all evening at the young woman's impertinence.

She looked at her watch again . . . now 11:30 a..m. . . and still no Sally! Damn!....

Sigh, she would have to wait for her. She had wanted to spend a leisurely afternoon by herself – indulging herself, of course. Her husband was away in Japan for the next week participating in a medical conference, and her two children were both away at camp for the summer. Elizabeth had hoped show the property to her client's stepdaughter by noon and then have some time for some shopping, a trip to the spa, and perhaps a Latte with a few of her married girlfriends (“ Desperate Housewives” – definitely!) before retiring with a good book at home. Today, as usual, the real estate agent was in another of her impeccable outfits: a classic blue pinstripe pants suit with muted pink lines. She wore a matching pink V-neck silk blouse, with Italian leather pumps that could be seen inches below the suit pants. She accented her wealth, with an understated, but nevertheless expensive, simple gold chain. Her hair was pulled back and tied behind her head. Oscar de La Renta sunglasses rested atop her head. She had been a picture of classic elegance and composure when she had arrived that morning, but now she was very much starting to get exasperated at Sally's tardiness.

Suddenly, she heard a faint noise in the distance. . . “What was that . . ?. . . . ??”

She waited in silence for a brief moment. She heard it a second time . . . and again. Kathleen suddenly whirled around and looked in the direction of the stable. She was almost sure that she had heard the muted high pitched “whinny” of a horse coming from that direction. But the sound was somewhat eerie and did not sound just right. Kathleen held her breath with the sudden realization that she was alone, far away from the city on this secluded estate. With some trepidation, she started walking slowly away from her Mercedes and toward the direction of the stable sixty yards from where she currently stood. The real estate agent walked quietly and precisely looking all around as she traversed the beaten gravel footpath leading to the stable. Other than the sound of her heels grinding on the pathway and the wind blowing through the trees, there were no sounds to be heard. She neared the stable. Should she turn around and go back? Kathleen was uneasy but decided to continue to move in the direction of the original sound. Maybe, Sally was over in that direction, inspecting the property on her own. Just like her, she thought. . .or maybe one of the maintenance men. . . were there maintenance men???. She didn't know. Did she even hear the sounds in the first place??? Kathleen was not sure of just about anything at the moment. But she plunged ahead anyway. Her curiosity had just gotten the better of her.

The real estate agent was almost directly in front of the stable's wooden entry door. She was just about ready to turn around and return to her car when she heard it again. . . this time a different noise . . . a loud thumping sound – like a hoof scrapping along a wooden floor. The sound was coming from inside the stable. Kathleen was anxious, but she approached and slowly and opened the creaky wooden entrance door. She walked slowly into the darkened stable. Though it was sunny outside, there were few windows inside. She walked slowly into the entrance area where she stopped to look around. Nothing. She continued to walk through the stable. There were wooden stalls on both sides of her. Each stall had an open entrance area with barred partitions on the side to allow the horses to enter. Each footstep she took echoed through the empty stable's earthened floor.

“Hello, anybody here? Ms. Beckwith? It's Mrs. Montgomery. I'm here to show you around. Hello?”

Kathleen continued walking. Stil nothing. No sound except her shoes.

Suddenly, she thought she saw something. Someone. It was a blur on her right side. Coming toward her.

THUDD!

A heavy object had smashed into the side of Kathleen's head. She moaned softly. She saw flashing lights and heard ringing in her ears as she crumpled like a rag doll onto the ground

. . . . .

The Riding Crop

. . . . . . .Light slowly flashed into her eyes as she awoke with a start, quickly moving her head from side to side. Her head throbbed with the pain of the blow. Then the real estate agent realized that her hands were up in the air. Manacled: each wrist constrained by leather cuffs connected by a bar that passed horizontally over her head. Behind the cuffs were “v” shaped steel chains that lead up to the ceiling of the stable. Kathleen hung, hands up in the air, her feet in black riding boots that touched the ground. Black riding boots? The fog started to clear from the real estate agent's eyes. She was in one of the stable stalls far in the back of the building, completely out of view of anyone and anything. Kathleen's eyes widened in the realization that she was naked , except for those black boots and black latex shoulder length gloves that had been placed on her hands. She still wore her gold chain, but that is all that remained of the outfit that she had carefully selected earlier that morning. Her pants suit, white panties, large satin lace minimizer bra and support knee highs were strew about the area where she now hung like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. Kathleen Montgomery the wealthy, attractive, top real estate agent in the area was ALL there in full view: tanned tall athletic body; dark matted pubic hair; succulent upturned heavy breasts with dark large-circled nipples were exposed for the touch. Also present, presumably to do the touching, was Sally Beckwith smiling deliciously.

Sally had on a rather interesting clothing: a designer equestrian outfit comprised of a cream colored hunting jacket over a woven tie shirt which covered her her huge breasts, with an accompanying green print scarf underneath. Matching hunting pants and black riding boots similar Kathleen's, came up to her knees. Atop her head, she wore an English riding helmet, strapped under her chin. Her straight blond hair streamed under the helmet and floated down the jacket and lay neatly on its labels. She looked gorgeous and as if ready for the hunt. Tally-Ho!

Kathleen, still not fully understanding what was transpiring, stared dumbfoundly at the teenager. However, she did notice a rather menacing three foot leather riding crop whip that Sally was holding in her right hand. The whip was large enough for Sally to caress in her left hand.

It was now time for Kathleen to become painfully aware of the Sally's other dark secret: along with riding championship horses, Sally also loved to “break in and ride” young and vulnerable young women, as many of her high school and college mates could painfully attest to. She was quite the serial rapist, yet to be caught. Now it was time to graduate from high school and college girls to a full blown high-power adult female.

“Ready to show me around, bitch?”

Kathleen now fully awake, came to life with fury:

“ WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! HOW DARE YOU! UNTIE ME AND GET ME MY CLOTHING. . . I'M SORRY, BUT I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO CALL THE POLICE . . . . .”

Sally just laughed, completely ignoring the real estate agent's outburst. With that, the painful whipping began.

SWISH!!! PPPSSSSSSTTTTT! KRAK!!

The whip sizzled through the air and struck Elizabeth on her tanned buttocks. Once. Twice. Again and again.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAA!” STOPPP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!”

The older woman's buttocks were soon nothing more than a criss-cross of red welts, but the blows continued to rain down on her lush body with no let up in sight. And with each blow, Kathleen's outer sophisticated self-assured facade started to crumble.

“ AAAAARRRRRRHHH!” OHHHHH!

Finally, the beating ceased. The young blond girl walked slowly around her bound captive, eyeing her in great detail. This bitch's tits need some action. Let's make ‘em bounce around a little . . . . .

SWISH! KRAK!

Now the whipping moved on to Kathleen's breasts. She groaned involuntarily as pain shot through her mounds like little knife points. The huge melons were quickly covered with red marks as the whip tore into her flesh. Kathleen tried to think of anything – her children going through their daily routines in summer camp right at this moment; her husband, . . . going out to a romantic dinner with him, anything except the intense pain that she was now feeling from this beating.

“Sally, why — YEAAAAA! – are you doing this to me??!!??. For –AAAAAAH – PPPllleasse stop!”

“Oh no, you bitch. “SALLY” to my friends and family. MS. BECKWITH to you, BITCH!!!

“PLEASSSSE, MS. BECKWITH, STOPPP!

The pain level was now unbelievable. Kathleen could simply no longer take it. Kathleen screamed in continued agony. The whip now turned to a different area: her dark triangle. Just when she thought that the pain couldn't get worse, Kathleen felt repeated whip blows to her vagina. Finally, after some time, Sally stopped, apparently out of breath. The younger woman was now directly in front of the real estate agent, holding the whip up in the air. Sally circled her captive like a lioness surrounding her prey before going in for the kill. She quietly moved behind her victim, not saying a word. Both women were breathing loudly: Kathleen in pain and anger, and Sally in growing passion of lust at the torture and rape of her latest victim. Sally suddenly grabbed the older woman's breasts from behind with both hands. Kathleen's abdomen reacted involuntarily, drawing in sharply as she tried to squirm away from Sally's touch. Her resistance was greeted by a vicious side blow to her head causing the real estate agent to cease her squirming and simply close her eyes tightly. This simply could NOT be happening to me, could it? Please somebody help me! She thought to herself. She was gripped in fear and complete loathing of what was happening to her. She grit her teeth knowing that she could do nothing more. She was bound and at the mercy of another female, a young teenager at that.

The Brunch

Sally continued her onslaught on Kathleen's breasts. Her hands opened and closed ever so gently on Kathleen's huge mounds as if she were feeling a cantaloupe at the supermarket. She then pressed her fingers together and started to roll her thumb and forefinger over the older woman's nipples. The nipples started to grow and harden until they were both erect and at attention. Kathleen noticed that, though she was not feeling the least bit of pleasure, her creamy skin yet prickled in goose bumps.

“You know, Mrs. Montgomery, I'm quite hungry and really need something to eat before you take me on our tour. How about a light brunch.”

The teenager mocked the other woman with a feigned tone of respect. Sally went over to an elegantly dressed table that she had been placed in the corner of the stable. Over a flower patterned table cloth was a white rose in a single vase, a bottle of Dom Perignon, Vintage 1998, along with two champagne glasses, and, of all things, a jar of French made strawberry preserve. Sally elegantly strode over and poured out two glasses of the champagne. She drank one, ever so slowly as she watched Kathleen's breasts rise and fall as she gasped for breath. When she finished, she brought the other glass over to Kathleen, grabbed a fistful of her hair and whip-lashed her head backward. Kathleen now experienced searing pain throughout her scalp. There was no part of her body that was not at this moment on fire with pain. When Kathleen's mouth gapped open, Sally took the opportunity to slowly pour the champagne down her throat. Elizabeth began to gag and choke.

“Take it and shut the fuck up!” Sally spat.

Kathleen's head suddenly began to spin with the pain and, now, the booze. Sally smiled knowingly. In all her prior rapes, she knew full well that a little, not too much, booze always made the job a little easier for her. Now Sally retrieved the jar of preserve with an accompanying spoon from the table. She slowly walked over to Kathleen and reached into the jar with the teaspoon. Kathleen helplessly watched in disgust as her erect nipples were slathered with strawberry preserves. She again started squirming about but a quick punch to her temple reminded Kathleen that she need to be still to be rid of her pain. Brunch – such as it was – had now been served and it appeared to be her!

Sally started to slowly suck on Kathleen's preserve covered nipples, first one, then the other. The younger woman's tongue slowly and deftly swirled around each nipple, flicking the nipple, first to the right, and then to the left. She would then place her mouth squarely over each the pink bud and suck it slowly into her own mouth and then gently release it. Repeating the process for a few minutes.

“MMMMM, baby doll, these are sssooooo, tasty,”

Sally cooed softly. She then pulled her mouth from Kathleen's large orbs and started to playing with them. Sally gentle slapped them back and forth. Then she pushed them together and slowly rubbed her hands over first one, then the other trying to touch the nipples together. She pulled them apart, and then quickly pushed them together again, more tightly this time. It was as if she were a baker kneading dough before placing it in the oven. Just when Kathleen appeared to relax just a little, Sally suddenly grabbed the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed as hard as she could. Kathleen bent her head down in pain and let out an agonizing howl that penetrated the stable area. Sally ignored Kathleen's screams and continued to torture her nipples. Then she again returned to the soft touching and stroking of agent's globes. Sally now moved her attention the rest of Kathleen's body. She bent down under her captive's hair and started to gently lick her neck, slowly working her way up to her check. Kathleen started to pull away, but when she sensed that Sally was about set to again grab her nipples, she ceased her efforts. Sally continued to kiss Kathleen's check and deftly slide her tongue over to her right ear. All the while, she continued to work Kathleen's left nipple between her finger tips. Sally suddenly grabbed Kathleen's jaw and pulled it over to her own mouth. Kathleen, sensing what was coming and becoming suddenly repulsed and nauseous, shut her mouth tightly. Sally smiled and started to apply pressure to her captive's nipple until her mouth flew open in pain. Sally quickly slide her tongue into Kathleen's mouth. It was as if Sally were now completely devouring Kathleen's mouth. She was literally sucking this woman's face and trying to pull her tongue right out. Sally stopped the sucking action and now started darting her tongue around the real estate agent's mouth. Kathleen suddenly jumped a little involuntarily as she felt Sally's finger start to probe her vagina. Sally had no problem finding Kathleen's clit and started to rub and pinch it as she continued her long French kiss. Again, the fashionable real estate agent realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to thwart her client's attack. She had been ravaged with pain and simply didn't wish more be inflicted. Accordingly, she didn't dare pull away from Sally's mouth or her exploring finger. She simply took.

A kaleidoscope of thoughts started to invade Kathleen's brain. She suddenly flashed back to college and the only other time that a another female's tongue had been inside of her mouth. It was college, after all. She was just curious and just exploring her own sexuality. All her roommates had wondered what it would be like. Well, she hadn't liked it then and certainly didn't find it the least bit pleasurable when being forced as she was now. Thinking about a lesbian experience was one thing, but being raped and ravished by a young female was another. This was no more pleasurable for her than her last lesbian experience. Another thought suddenly bounced into her . . this one a morbid joke: this morning she had come to this isolated mansion for an exclusive “Open House.” . . . but now the only thing that was being shown – exclusively – was her own body! The kissing and fingering slowly came to a stop as Sally suddenly stepped back from her victim.

The Rape

Sally walked again deliberately to the table in the corner and this time she slowly picked up what appeared to be a ten inch flesh colored rubber dildo and playfully waved it in the air so that Kathleen could plainly see it. She suddenly turned deadly serious looked Kathleen directly in the eyes:

“Bitch, I've been waiting for this moment since you dissed me, Mrs. High and Mighty. Well, your ass is mine and I'm fucking it for as long as feel like it!

With that Sally picked up a tube of lubricant and oozed it over the tip of the penis. She smiled wickedly as she went first to Kathleen's breasts and softy stroked the dildo about her breasts. Kathleen's stared in horror at the big pink dick knowing full well that it would soon be thrust up her virgin asshole. She was virtually hypnotized as she followed the dildo go from one breast to the other. Sally then moved around to Kathleen's ass and unceremoniously rammed the huge rubber penis as deep up the real estate agent's ass as her hand and arm would allow it to go.

“AAAAAAHHHH”

“HOW DEEP SHOULD I GO??”

“NNNNNNNOOOO, PLEASE, YOUR'RE KILLING ME!!” “OHH PLLLLEASSE!!”

“A LITTLE DEEPER, YOU SAID???” Sally laughed but was dead serious as she plunged the dildo as hard as she could, and as far as she could, up Kathleen's asshole.

After some five minutes of intense pain, the dildo slowly settled into a rhythm as Kathleen's raped ass finally accommodated the huge invading object expanding a little with each thrust, though Kathleen's continued to cry out in pain with each deep push. This bitch looks like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey, thought Sally with a smile. After five more minutes of fucking when all that could be heard is Sally's grunts and Kathleen's screams and sobs, Sally stopped and put the dildo down after forcing Kathleen to kiss its tip as she retched in disgust.

Kathleen was finally unceremoniously taken down from the steel chains from which she hung. With extraordinary strength, Sally pulled both of Kathleen's arms behind her back and tied them securely at the wrists. She grabbed Kathleen by the hair and forced the screaming older woman down to her knees directly in front of her. Sally then ordered Kathleen to unbutton her riding pants and pull them down along with her panties. Sally then pressed her groin right up to the real estate agent's lips and threatened to cut her badly if she bit her. Sally then ordered her captive to lick her pussy. Kathleen slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth and gingerly touched the teenager's crack.

“Get the clit. You know where it is.”

The one advantage of raping women, thought Sally, was that they knew where the equipment was. She had encountered virtually no problems in all her prior attacks, even having some of the girls orgasm during their rape. Thought Kathleen appeared not ready for react enthusiastically at what was happening to her, at least the bitch was doing as she was told.

Kathleen started to gag and dry heave, but Sally quickly gave her another “encouraging” hard slap back and forth across her mouth and told Kathleen to get on with it, which she quickly did. Sally's box had a tart, musky taste a sensation that Kathleen had never experienced, given that this was her first pussy. Sally grabbed her hair with both hands and pushed the real estate agent's face deep inside of her cunt. Kathleen tried as best she could not to gag. It didn't take too long as the young muscular woman was already close to exploding as the rape of her real estate agent had progressed. Sally exploded into the Kathleen's mouth, and then went limp still clutching a handful of Kathleen's hair in each hand. Now finally, it was on to the tour of the house that Kathleen had promised her.

The Pony Ride

Sally came up behind Kathleen who remained on her knees, bent over, gagging with a hand on each knee. Kathleen looked up to see that Sally now had a riding harness in her hand. The harness was centered with a wooden bit some three inches in diameter. On each side of the bit were leather straps extended some ten feet in length.

“ Here's your harness, my beautiful filly. It's time for you to show me the exercise track.”

“MMMMMMMM”. . . .

Sally came up behind Kathleen and forcefully placed the harness inside of her lips and jammed it back inside of her mouth fastening it on both sides. She then placed her right knee on the small of Kathleen's back and powerfully pulled the older woman to her feet. Before leaving, Sally thoughtfully reached over and placed Kathleen's purse into a saddlebag, filled with other “goodies,” and placed it over her left shoulder.

“ Let's go out to track, shall we?”

Off they went. First out of the stable and into the sunny afternoon was Mrs. Kathleen Montgomery, the area's #1 real estate agent, harness thrust deeply in her mouth, squinted as the sun hit her eyes (no Oscar de La Renta sunglasses to shade her eyes, though). Elizabeth was still wearing only her shoulder length latex gloves, black riding boots, and the gold chain that Sally had let her retain. Sally was about eight feet directly behind her captive holding the harness leads in her left hand and the whip in her right. She kept the lead extended and as she pulled on it. She looked at Kathleen and laughed loudly at uppity married bitch who had been so dismissive to her. She was now nothing more that one of her many training ponies. Sally also delighted in watching Kathleen's raped ass sway back and forth as she walked ahead. Moreover, Kathleen's big tits, now unrestrained by her minimizer bra, were indeed maximized to the hilt and were now bouncing and wiggling around like massive vats of Jello as she walked around the track. Quivering tits and a sexy moving ass! Damn, this bitch is one fine sexy thing! Sally thought. This

Kathleen could make nothing but guttural sounds with the harness deep inside her mouth, but Sally still asked questions about the property as if they were walking side by side and having a normal conversation. Kathleen, fearful of what might happen is she didn't respond, tried to answer the questions as best she could. She sounded and looked ridiculous. Horse and rider walked completely around the track once, Kathleen was slipping along in much pain due to the fact that she was wearing brand new riding boots that were yet to be broken in, and also due to the sandy track which was preventing her from making traction as she walked along. To make matters even worse (if that were possible) Sally made Kathleen periodically “trot” and “whinny” in an effort to further humiliate the real estate agent.

The House Tour

They came around to front of the track to a section that had a walk-up to the main house. Sally led her captive up to the house and finally unharnessed her allowing her to gasp and fill her lungs with much needed air and decrease the pain to her expanded out-of- joint jawbones. Sally reached inside of her saddle bag and pulled out a leather choke collar which she promptly placed around Kathleen's neck. The collar had a silver ring which allowed Sally to hook an eight foot leash. As the teenager tried to attach the leash, Kathleen, silly as it was but at her wits end, used this opportunity to attempt to break free and flee though she still hand her arms tied behind her back. She tried to push Sally away with her tits and body, but Sally was much quicker and stronger that her bound captive. They both struggled wildly in the foyer with Kathleen trying to kick Sally, but Kathleen was finally subdued when Sally grabbed her bound arms and threatened to break both of them if she didn't stop her resistance. Again resigned to her fate, Kathleen finally allowed the collar and leash to be placed around her neck. The long promised house tour began in earnest. . . with one catch: for being a “bad” girl, Kathleen was to conduct the tour on her knees with Sally pulling her along on the leash. Captor and captive, dog and owner, then went forward – from room to room in that manner. Sally insisted that her captive play it “straight” as if there were absolutely nothing unusual about a real estate agent being naked and pulled from room to room on her knees by a perspective client. Anyone watching, save Kathleen, would have found the whole thing quite laughable!

However, the laughter soon ended when they arrived inside of the master bedroom as Kathleen was again viciously raped. This time it was her cunt which, other than a quick clit fingering, Sally was yet to touch. Sally, still angry with Kathleen's attempts to break free, sucker punched her unsuspecting captive in the mid-section. When Kathleen bend over in pain, Sally used this time to reach inside of her saddle bag and strap on a rubber dildo, with rivets along its length, around her waist by means of the dildo's sidestraps. Sally then forcefully maneuvered her victim over an antique coffee table and told her to get her ass as far up in the air as she could thereby exposing her pussy. Kathleen, sobbing and pleading with her captor to let her go, complied. Sally proceeded to fuck her for some twenty-five minutes. When she grew tired of listening to Kathleen's wails, she forced the real estate agent to her knees and silenced her by forcing the dildo down her throat. Sally then started slapping her head back and forth and yelling at Elizabeth to “GET INTO IT, BITCH!!” with a few “ SUCK, SUCK, LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!” thrown in. Eyes closed tightly, Kathleen's oval face and red lipsticked

gapping mouth wrapped itself around the play penis and sucked on it as hard as she could until saliva started dripping from her lips. The real estate agent moaned, and made a periodic “MMMMMM! sound as tears streamed down her face at this further indignation. By this, Kathleen had lost all tract of time, but sometime during the early evening of this summer night, the house tour continued to its merciful end.

“Well, Mrs. Montgomery, thank you for your time. My step-father will soon be in touch but I think that I would like to live here.”

Sally said this with a completely straight face. Kathleen simply couldn't believe it and simply gave her an uncomprehending look. Sally then strode out of the house. But before exiting and, almost as an afterthought, she turned to her still bound and naked captive:

By the way, you can call the police if you'd like, but I thought I'd tell you that a call has been placed to your office this morning, apologizing and telling you that I couldn't make it today as I was returning back to Seattle last night. I do HAVE the cancelled stub of a used plane ticket, used by someone looking a lot like me, know what I mean? I was with some of my friends, and a few of the company's employees in Seattle all day today, and I'll bet they'll back me up if you'd like to make a big deal about our little “date.” So, if you want to tell the police, your husband and your kids, that I raped your ass and made you trot naked around a horse track, and suck on a dido. . . be my guest!! I'm sure allll your client's would love to hear about it, too. Oh, and no commission if you do, bitch! . . .It's up to you.

Sally laughed as she quickly left the house. The teenager moved quickly toward the trees in the back of the stable and disappeared as mysteriously as she had appeared in the first place. The evening air again brought complete silence to the area. Before leaving, Sally did have the decency to untie Kathleen's arms and leave the keys to the real estate agent's Mercedes in the car before escaping. But, in one final devilish act, Sally took all of Kathleen clothing forcing the agent to drive back home wearing only a neck collar, riding boots, and the gloves that Sally had forced her to wear. Kathleen waited until it was dark and, drove home crouched down the entire way. Thankfully, no one noticed her during her harrowing drive. Kathleen finally made it back to her elegant home. She remained unseen as she could drive the car right inside of the garage and simply walk into the house through the mud room. She went straight through the kitchen and directly into her hot tub where she took off the boots, gloves and neck collar, and slowly entered a hot tub and soaked for over an hour weeping with gut wrenching sobs the whole time.