Getting with the Program - Alternative Plot Three
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"Get with the Program"
Alternative plot number three
By: Phil Phantom
I followed the sexy maid into Helen's suite. Helen lounged
in the nude with four of her executive wife friends. Her cocky
air put me on the defensive. I countered by a show of bravado,
stepping forward and saying, "Helen, you could have at least
warned us as to the nature of this retreat. I hardly think this
is a fitting place to bring young childr..."
Helen silenced me with a raised hand then said, "You shut up
and listen." I gulped. "I have waited a long time to get you up
here. You will leave here one week from now either as the wife
of one of our new rising stars, or as the wife of an unemployed
bum with a poor recommendation. If it is the latter, and you
make any trouble what-so-ever, I'll spare no expense to hunt your
family down, kill you and your husband, sell your son to the
white sex slave trade, and place your daughter into slavery right
here until she turns eighteen. You don't want to know what we do
to them when they turn eighteen. It is not a happy birthday when
you are the candle and the cake is a huge pile of kindling wood."
I couldn't speak, move, run, or throw up. I just stood
there with my mouth open. Had those words been spoken by anyone
other than Helen Cummings, I would have spat in her face. I knew
Helen was dead serious, and that she could and would do exactly
what she said. Her next words were, "Strip!" What could I do?
I soon stood before these women stark naked. Helen got up
brandishing a long thin rod, slapping it against her palm. She
advanced on my trembling form and shouted, "Stand with your legs
apart, arms out." I moved into the position.
She circled me twice, then brought the rod arching down
across my stomach. I screamed and dropped to my knees, clutching
my belly. She yelled, "Stand up, bitch!"
I quickly stood and assumed the position. Another blow cut
across my buttocks, stinging like a thousand wasp stings. Tears
poured from my eyes. She moved around and swung up, cutting the
underside of my breasts. I cried and clutched my breasts.
Another blow hit the backs of my thighs and straightened me up.
While behind me, she brought the rod up between my legs. The
pain was excruciating and dropped me to my knees once again. By
this time, I hurt all over and my mind reeled from the pain and
shock. I begged and pleaded, but only got orders to resume the
position. She moved in front and ordered me to thrust out my
cunt. My eyes pleaded, but I did as she instructed, knowing what
was coming. The anticipation was the worst part as I watched her
draw back and come up between my legs. She applied a dozen sharp
strokes to the center of my sex. By the time she finished, I was
on my knees, numb between my legs.
Helen stepped forward and I looked into her shaved sex. A
gentle pressure on the back of my head told me my next move. I
pressed my face into her loins and slavishly used my tongue,
tasting my first pussy. She stood casually and said, "Right now,
your husband is balling Cassandra as he has been doing for the
past six months. Your kids are undoubtedly perusing the toys and
material in the room and getting very turned on. Would you like
to know what your role is this week?"
I shuddered to think but nodded my head vigorously while
keeping my tongue deeply buried in Helen's musky sex. She said,
"You are here to entertain me and my guests. Actually, I should
say, you and your children." I groaned, but did not stop my
licking. "Each day we gather for dinner and supper. We like a
floor show when we dine. You will provide the floor shows. This
afternoon, I think we'll start with something mild. I think I'll
have you auction off Jenny's clothes." I pleaded with my eyes,
but kept licking. "Dress her in a full ensemble: heels,
stockings, garters, panties, skirt, blouse, bra, even a hat if
you'd like. I'll leave the choreography to you. Be imaginative.
Think sexy. If your show is not exciting enough,
Jenny will be tied up and whipped by you. The audience votes by
a simple thumbs up or thumbs down. But I warn you, they don't
Helen stepped away and returned to sit with her friends.
They were all smiling. I began to implore, but Helen stopped me
immediately, saying, "There's nothing you can say that I want to
hear. If you don't cooperate, I'll have you, Jenny, and Steven
stripped, beaten, and bound in vulnerable positions for the
enjoyment of the members all week. Bill will lose his job and
you will live with option number two - silence or death. I'm
sure that answers any questions you may have had. Now, go get
your little whore ready for the show."
I rose to unsteady feet, gathered my clothes, and backed
out. I dressed downstairs under the eyes of several leering
members and two staff people. I went immediately to the cabin
and saw that the car was gone. Once inside, I saw that Bill was
gone, too. Steven was still absorbed with the magazines and
barely looked up. Jenny ran to my arms and cried, "Mom, Daddy
went off with a naked lady. She just called him and he went."
I tried to soothe her as Steven said, "Yeah, if she had
called me, I'd have gone too. She was a real knock-out, Mom."
I stroked Jenny's head and said, "Kids, these people are
very sick. We are in a very dangerous position with no way out.
I have just received the beating of my life with a thin cane."
Steven looked up and said, "Really! Were you naked?"
"Yes, and it wasn't amusing, Steven. These people are
serious. You may be next, young man, so get that smirk off your
face." I took Jenny by the shoulders and said, "Sweetheart,
you're going to have to be very brave this week."
"Are they going to beat me, too?"
"I certainly hope not, but they might. Honey, they want me
to auction off your clothes this afternoon at a dinner show."
Steven looked up and said, "Hey, far out. Will I get to
I shot Steven a dirty look and said, "Steven, Please!"
Tears immediately formed in her eyes as she cried, "Mom, No!
They can't make us do that."
"Honey, they can and they will. Furthermore, if the show
isn't exciting enough, they say I'll have to beat you myself.
I'll do it, too. I have no other choice, believe me."
"Listen to me, Jenny. This is no game; this is life and
death. They are prepared to kill us if we cause trouble. If we
cooperate, Dad will keep his job and get a big promotion. Jenny,
whether we cooperate or not, you will not leave here a virgin,
I'm quite certain of that."
Jenny's mouth fell open in shock. Steven turned a page and
said, "So who wants to leave anywhere a virgin."
I strode over to the bed and flipped through the magazines
until I found one showing a man with a large penis buried to the
hilt in a boy's backside. I tapped the photo and said, "Jenny
isn't the only one subject to losing her virginity, smart ass.
Do you still stand by what you said?" He went pale and swallowed
hard. I said, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm upset and nervous. I'm,
under a great deal of stress right now. Your father not being
here doesn't help." I turned back to Jenny and said, "We need to
be thinking about this show. I don't want you beaten, Jenny, not
by me or anyone else. Forget your modesty or your virginity and
think about survival. From here on out, that's all I'm thinking
about. I suggest you two do likewise."
Jenny cried, "Mom, this can't be happening."
"It is happening, Jenny. Get used to it. Don't make this
any harder than it already is."
I had a difficult time getting Jenny ready. Helen had some
things sent down that she thought we could use: spike heels,
fishnet nylons, a garter belt, and half-cup bra. I made Jenny
put them on, though we had no privacy and drew a great deal of
attention. Steven was the worst. He leered at her body and made
occasional wise cracks. I decided to ignore him. When she was
dressed, I stood back and looked her over, making her turn in
place. Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes did not add to the
effect, so I gave her another talk and applied heavier make-up.
In the end, she looked gorgeous, like a junior street walker. I
had her pace the room and offered tips on putting a sexy sway to
her step. Afterwards, we rehearsed our act. This was the
hardest part of all, because I found it difficult to advise her
to show off her tits and cunt when they got bared. I thought it
would be a nice touch if I was forceful, even mean, since I
figured she might balk once we were on stage and clothing started
falling. I warned her to expect my act.
Bill returned looking sheepish. We didn't talk. He hung
around for a few minutes, then left. We met up again at the
dinner table assigned to us. Cassandra was on his arm and sat
beside him at our table. I sat on his other side and saw her
fish out his stiff cock and begin jerking him off slowly. I
hated them both at that point, though I figured he had as little
say in the operation as I did. As the meals were served, Helen
mounted the stage. It was a low platform, a bandstand, actually.
It was brightly lit and had a PA system. She took the mike and
welcomed everyone. She announced us as prospective new members.
We each stood as our names were announced. Bill stood with his
cock sticking out and drew howls of laughter and applause. He
slicked back into his seat. When Jenny nervously stood, the
crowd roared their approval. She blushed prettily and hurriedly
sat. Steven took a bow. I got a good reception and sat
Helen said, "Now, Karen has graciously offered to auction
off her lovely daughter's clothes and display her young charms as
a gift to us." A thunderous applause went up. She silenced it
with a lifting of her almighty hand and said, "Proceeds will go
to the purchasing of an urn for young Cindy McConnel." Her hand
swept towards the huge fireplace mantle. There was a row of
urns. Behind each urn was the portrait of a young teenage girl.
The one on the end was a picture of Cindy McConnel with a large
Dixie cup in front of it.
My heart sank as Helen said, "For all the pleasure she gave
us, she deserves a better resting place than a fucking paper
The people laughed. I was mortified. When Helen called us
up, I dragged Jenny along. I placed Jenny center stage and made
her stand erect, shoulders back. I took the mike and started
right in, "Who'll give me ten dollars for this lovely girl's
Jenny began sobbing quietly right away. The bidding was
brisk. I took twenty-five for her shoes and invited the man to
come up and remove them. He lifted each leg high in claiming his
shoes, causing her intense shame. The crowd loved it.
"Now, can I hear twenty for her stockings?" I lifted her
skirt all around to fully expose them to the bidders, making her
turn in place. The stockings went for thirty-eight. One of
Helen's lady friends took them from Jenny, reaching her
red-nailed fingers high up Jenny's legs in the process.
"Can I get fifty for the dress?" The dress went for ninety
to an old accountant. Jenny stood in bra, panties, and a garter
belt. The garter belt went for ten. Jenny started crying. I
squared her shoulders and auctioned her bra for fifty-five. I
continually had to make her stand erect after the bra was
removed. Tears flowed down her cheeks. I walked around her and
slapped her firm ass as the panties went up for bid. They went
for two-hundred dollars. Greg Miller, Bills supervisor, took the
bid and advanced towards the stage sporting an evil grin and a
hardon. As he knelt with one knee on the stage, I moved Jenny up
to him. His hands slowly took her briefs and eased them
down as the crowd got to their feet. He paused when the top edge
went past her pussy lips. Her turned her to show her ass and
dropped the panties several more inches. He turned her to face
front, and moved them to mid thigh. Jenny was trembling as his
meaty hands caressed her firm body and delved between her legs,
wiping through her slit. When she pulled back, I swatted her ass
to make her offer her loins.
Somewhere during all of this, I got turned on. My pussy
swelled and lubricated. I think it was seeing this burly older
man fondling my pure virgin daughter in public that did it.
Impulsively, I moved up close behind her and cupped her tight
moons very low, my fingertips near her sex. I shoved her loins
out to him in bold offering. He palmed her cunt and fingered her
pussy while I held her for him. Occasionally his fingers brushed
mine as they did their dirty work, giving me a strange thrill.
Jenny quivered under this molestation. After the panties came
off, I took Jenny by the scruff of her neck and marched her to
various points along the stage front, making her assume lewd
The crowd loved it when I made her turn and bend low. I
pushed her feet wide and leaned over her ass, reaching in with
both hands to spread her cheeks. They roared their approval. I
looked at her pink rosebud and impulsively teased my wet finger
around it. Some yelled, "Poke her!" It was all the
encouragement I needed. I ignored Jenny's groan of despair and
pushed my fuck finger steadily into her tight asshole. I loved
the feel of her and my smile was genuine as I pandered to the
crowd, finger-fucking my little girl's ass. I was not ready to
I marched Jenny to the other end of the stage and had her
turn in profile. I reached to grasp her foot nearest the
audience and raised it high, pointing her toes to the ceiling.
Jenny was forced to use her hands for support as I made her do
the standing splits. I hugged her vertical up-raised leg and
traced my fingers along her crotch, teasing her vaginal lips with
my painted nails. This was so popular, I repeated it at several
points along the stage, giving everyone a great view of my
daughter's pussy. I also increased my manipulations of her
cunt flesh, brazenly displaying her pink meat, even dipping my
fingers into her heated sex.
Afterwards, the vote was taken. To my utter
astonishment, we barely got enough thumbs-up votes to avoid the
beating. Clearly, my bold finale saved her and she knew it.
After the dinner. Helen called for me. I was stripped,
cuffed, and beaten between my legs. It wasn't for any wrong
doing. She simply wanted to do it. Afterwards, I thanked her
and went down on her and her friends. Before leaving, I got my
next assignment - to seduce and fuck my son on stage.
This went surprisingly well, as Steven needed little
seducing. Once he realized what was expected, he became the
aggressor. We sat on a sofa on center stage. I placed Steven's
hand on my breast. He then took over. He stripped me and
practically rapped me, taking me in a variety of lewd positions,
playing to the audience. It was not to avoid a beating; for
again, it was Jenny who would pay the price. She stood naked and
bound spread-eagled in a wooden fram that looked like a large
frame for a double door. She watched with great interest during
the performance, and I'm sure she silently urged us to greater
acts of depravity.
We got a general thumbs up, but again I was summoned for a
beating. This time, I got a dozen stokes between my legs for not
suggesting he take me in the ass. I cursed myself because the
thought had occurred to me.
My next show was with Jenny. I tore her clothes from her
and jammed her face in my widespread beaver. I humped her crying
face and slapped her around for their enjoyment. I put on a
strap-on dildoe and fucked her ass. Afterwards, I forced her to
tongue-fuck my asshole and ended by squatting over her face and
pissing. Again, we barely avoided her beating, but I still got
mine for not making her drink my piss.
Each show got nastier and nastier. Bill took Jenny's cherry
while I serviced them with my tongue. At another show, we all
got in on the act, did a great job, but didn't make the cut.
Jenny got her first beating at my hands. I got another for not
hitting her between the legs. The next time I did it right.
Between shows, Jenny and I were kept nude and were available
to anyone, male or female. Steven took great advantage of us.
By weeks end, I had helped every man there mount my daughter
several times over. Jenny and I had also eaten every
pussy several times over. Jenny got a thorough beating after
nearly every show and learned to take a cane to her cunt rather
well. The final act was a family gang bang involving everyone.
After the show, Bill got his promotion, and we were welcomed as
After the announcement, a group of young girls were marched
out, smiling. They were the girls whose pictures were over the
mantle. Cindy McConnel led the procession drinking from the
Dixie cup. Helen placed her arm around my shoulder and said,
"You didn't really buy all that, did you?"
I smiled and kissed her.
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