Archive-name: Control/jillian.txt
Archive-author: Dr. P
Archive-title: Jillian's Tale


Author's note:

  I would like to apologize in advance to anybody who may feel that
parts of the following story may be racist. I assure you that it
was not meant to be, but was required for the accurate telling of
the story.
  About a year ago a woman, whose self-description matched
Jillian's, began leaving messages on Compuserve describing in great
detail the lifestyle that she had fantasized living for years. She
announced that after much consideration she had decided to actually
live it and advertised for an "appropriate" Mistress.
  After several weeks of advertising, a young woman responded to
her who said she "fit the bill" and ordered her to leave her more
specific information via private mail.
  Neither woman ever posted another message. I assume she found her
Mistress. For a long time afterward I thought of her and tried to
imagine her in her new lifestyle. The fantasy which she described
became the basis for the following story. I hope you like it...
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                            Part 1 
                          The Secret

   
  "Really, Jillian. You ought to give up that nasty habit. Those
cigarettes will be the death of you."
  "I know, Louise. As a matter of fact I've actually made an
appointment this afternoon with that hypnotist you told me about.
This time I'm going to kick the habit for good."
  "Oh marvelous, dear! I've never actually been to see him myself,
you understand. I just know him socially and thought I'd pass his
name on to you, since he does specialize in helping people to kick
the habit. Honestly, I don't really know if I'd be brave enough to
let anybody put me `under'. Frankly I'd be a little scared that he
might tell me to rob a bank or something."
  "Nonsense!  A hypnotist can't make you do something you don't
want to do. He can only reinforce your own desires to do something.
Now I suppose if deep inside you really WANTED to rob a bank..."
  "Heavens no!" The older woman giggled. 
  She was visiting at the home of her friend Jillian. Both of their
husbands were vice-presidents at a Fortune 500 company based in
Greenwich, Connecticut. Jillian was 35 years old. She was a natural
blonde and her figure was still quite good, thanks to her hours of
aerobics and tennis lessons. Her husband, Frank, was seven years
older than her and he'd spoiled her ever since they were married
twelve years ago. 
  Louise and Jillian had met at several company functions and
managed to strike up a friendship, even though their husbands were
well known to be almost constantly at odds with each other in the
boardroom. Jillian welcomed the companionship of the older woman,
as it gave her status a boost and helped legitimize her standing in
the community as an important person.
  Her standing in the community was very important to Jillian
because she was constantly trying to shed her middle-class roots
and be accepted in the snooty circles in which she now travelled.
Jillian was very much driven by pride, and her quest for status
often caused her to be insensitive and actually derisive of women
whom she felt were now socially beneath her.
  They finished their tea and Louise eventually made her goodbye's
and returned home. Jillian saw that she had a couple more hours
until her appointment with the hypnotist so she decided to take a
leisurely bath before getting ready. She hadn't told Frank about
the appointment, partly because she wanted to surprise him (he'd
been chiding her about quitting ever since they were married) and
also because she didn't want to divulge that she had got the
appointment through Louise. Frank tolerated her friendship with
Louise, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled by it. Still, as usual,
he indulged her by never commenting negatively to her about it.
  Jillian walked upstairs to her bedroom. There was a beautiful
bathroom adjoining the master bedroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub.
She turned it on and set the temperature to the maximum she felt
she could tolerate, then went back into the bedroom to remove her
clothes. She kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her blouse
and skirt. This left her in a bra, panties, black lace garterbelt,
and hose. Jillian didn't like pantyhose. She preferred the lustful
feel of the garterbelt and the way the clips held the sheer hose at
the tops of her thighs. She slipped her shoes back on and then
stood in front of her full length mirror. She couldn't help admire
her form. She gazed at her reflection as she unclipped and removed
her bra. Her hands moved to her nipples and she began massaging
them. The massaging quickly turned into twisting and pulling and a
small moan escaped her lips. She lowered her hands to the waistband
of her French cut panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles.
She slipped them off over her shoes and stood up again in front of
the mirror. Her right hand went right to her pussy, with its short
downy fleece of blonde hair. Her thick pussy lips could be seen
right through the fine hairs. Without even realizing it her left
hand strayed back to her left nipple.
  As she lightly rubbed a single finger up and down her moistening
slit, her left hand resumed twisting her nipple. Once again, a
small moan escaped her lips, but her finger rubbed against the nub
of her clit as she shuddered. Jillian slowly turned sideways and
bent just a bit to thrust her breast forward and her ass backwards,
like a fashion model. She liked what she saw! All those hours of
aerobics were certainly worth the pain. Yes, the pain was well
worth it. She turned a little more so that her back was facing the
mirror. Her bottom was still thrust out and she now took both hands
and began rubbing and then squeezing her small ass. Each bun was
round and firm and her long fingers squeezed harder and harder
until it actually began to hurt. Frank was one lucky man. She bent
over a little more so that her ass was now pointing right at the
mirror and gave herself a little slap on her right asscheek. She
rotated her hips and moaned a bit louder, then suddenly, as if
coming to her senses, she stopped and stood upright. She quickly
glanced around the room to reassure herself that she was alone. Of
course she was alone. She just felt suddenly embarrassed and it
showed in the flush of her face and neck.
  Jillian sat down on the end of the bed and removed her hose and
garter belt. She stood up and walked slowly into the bathroom. Her
right bun still tingled just a bit from that one slap and she
realized that her pussy had got even wetter. "Nasty thoughts" she
murmured softly to herself and chuckled. "Nasty, Nasty! Let's save
those thoughts for some other time when I don't have an appointment
and can spend a little more time with myself" she thought as she
turned off the taps and stepped into the hot water. 
  She let the hot water swallow her up and she luxuriated as the
tension was swept from her body. She lathered herself up and then
just laid there, letting the minutes drift by as she indulged
herself in another fantasy. She didn't intend to masturbate but her
hand found its way once again to her little nest and shortly
thereafter she was rubbing herself furiously as the water sloshed 
slightly at the surface. Finally she stiffened then sighed and laid
her head back down on the edge of the tub. God, but she'd needed
that!
  She soaked another fifteen minutes then climbed out of the tub
and toweled herself dry. A half hour later she was dressed and out
the door, headed for her appointment with the hypnotist.
  When she arrived at the proper address she found herself entering
a tastefully furnished waiting room with a receptionist's desk. The
desk was presently empty and there were no other patients in the
waiting room. She was trying to decide what to do next when a
distinguished looking gentleman in a suit opened an adjoining door
and greeted her warmly.
  "Mrs. Dudley?"
  "Yes. I have an appointment for 3:00."
  "Nice to meet you Mrs. Dudley. I'm Doctor Kinder. I'm sorry but
my secretary called in sick today. Please join me in my office."
  Jillian walked past the doctor and entered his private office.
Doctor Kinder looked about 50 years old with salt and pepper hair
and a well-trimmed beard and moustache. He had an expensive dark
suit on and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He motioned her to a chair
in front of his desk and seated himself.
  "First of all, Mrs. Dudley, I have to tell you that I am not a
medical doctor. I have a PhD in Psychology and I assure you that I
have been successfully using hypnosis to help my patients for many
years."
  "I understand, Doctor" Jillian smiled. "The fact is that Louise
Palmer referred you to me. She said you'd be able to help me to
quit smoking. I've tried for years and have never been able to
stick with it. I'm normally very active, with aerobics and tennis,
and smoking is just one nasty habit that I'd give almost anything
to break."
  "Yes, yes. I understand. Louise Palmer... hmmm. Yes, Louise and
I have met on a number of occasions. A delightful woman... Mrs.
Dudley, do you mind if I call you Jillian?"
  "Please do."
  "Thank you, Jillian. I want you to feel comfortable with what
we're going to do here. It is essential that you understand the
process and are relaxed and receptive. What we're going to do here
is to reinforce your own desires to stop smoking. It's a filthy
disgusting habit and your life will be far better after you've
quit. This process is nothing to be afraid of. It is a little like
sleeping and a little like daydreaming. You will feel very relaxed
and safe here."
  "Actually, I do feel pretty comfortable with the whole process,
Doctor."
  "See! It's working already." The doctor chuckled and smiled
warmly. "This process will probably require two sessions. Today I
will put you `under', as they say, and reinforce your own already
professed desires to stop smoking. I will suggest, for example,
that every time you get an urge for a cigarette you will instead
get a drink of water. As the nicotine begins to be cleansed from
your bloodstream you will find that you will be making fewer and
fewer trips to the kitchen sink.... and to the bathroom I might
add!"
  Jillian chuckled. She was definitely being put at ease by his
combination of professional demeanor and good nature.
  "After a week you will have to return for another session. This
will reinforce and strengthen the original suggestion. For many
people that will be enough. For some others we schedule additional
follow-up sessions a month apart for six months. After that you
should be well on your way to a life free from smoking."
  "That sounds wonderful, Doctor. I'm anxious to start."
  "That's good, because we already have!"
  Doctor Kinder reached behind him and turned a dial on the wall.
Immediately the room darkened. Another switch focused a small dot
of light right on top of his polished wooden desk.
  "Relax, Jillian. This is going to be a very pleasant experience.
I want you to look at the light on my desk. Don't concentrate on
it, just relax and try to block out everything else in the room
except for that light and the sound of my voice....   Let yourself
relax.... Stare at the light and think of yourself as a non-smoker.
Imagine yourself on a beach, or on a sailboat. Do you like
sailboats, Jillian?"
  "Yes, I do."
  "Good. Look at the light and imagine yourself laying back on a
beautiful sailboat. There are no clouds and you're covered with
suntan lotion. The sun is warm on your body. You feel better than
you've ever felt before. You haven't smoked a cigarette in a year
and it's such a pleasure to be free of the habit. You are relaxed.
You're very content...."
  Doctor Kinder talked to Jillian in this manner for a few minutes.
It always took a little longer when it was the first time. After
this he would be able to put her under much easier and quicker for
future session. Eventually he stopped talking and just gazed at
her. Her eyes were wide open but she had a distant look. From his
experience Doctor Kinder knew she was under. He tested her with a
few commands then sat back and sighed.
  "You can come in now, Louise."
  "Are you sure she's under, Henry?"
  "I'm positive, Louise. Come on in."
  "Jillian, your friend Louise is here. Isn't that nice?"
  "Yes, doctor. That's nice."
  "She doesn't SOUND like she's under. Are you positive?"
  "Yes, yes. I'm sure. You've only seen hypnosis on television
shows or in movies. People don't really speak like robots when
they're under. Trust me."
  "Jillian. I want you to take your shoes off and put them under
your chair.....good. Now, unbutton your blouse and show your bosom
to me and Louise. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctor
and Louise is another woman."
  Jillian immediately unbuttoned her blouse from her neck to her
waist. She pulled her bra down and displayed a perfect set of tits
to the now smiling doctor and his shocked friend.
  "Oh my God! She really is under!" Louise put her hands to her
face then slowly lowered them and smiled at the doctor.
  "Excellent, Henry. Let's pump the stupid bitch and see what she
knows..."
  "Jillian," the doctor said softly, casting a warning glance at
Louise, "Tell us about your husband, Frank. We know he's been
hiding something and we're trying to help him. Surely you know what
that is. Does he have any special secrets that might cause him to
get in trouble, or cause him a lot of embarrassment if it were
found out? Tell us, Jillian, so we can help him."
  "No, Doctor. I don't know of anything that could get him in
trouble. He's always been an honest man. He doesn't even cheat on
his taxes."
  Louise looked disappointed. Doctor Kinder motioned for her to be
patient, then he looked back at Jillian and tried again.
  "Surely there must be something, Jillian... What about his sex
life? Is it good? Do you expect he ever cheats on you? Does he have
any fetishes?"
  "No Doctor. He's always been good to me. Our sex life is... okay,
I guess. He doesn't do anything exciting or unusual."
  The doctor and Louise both looked flustered. Surely there had to
be an Achilles heel somewhere. Something they could get to hold
over him. Something to put him out of the running for the next
Executive Vice President job and thus practically ensure that
Louise's husband would get it.
  "How about her, Henry? What's her secret? Maybe we can find
something there that we can use."
  The doctor turned his attention back to Jillian, who was still
sitting there with her blouse open and her bra pulled down. She
seemed very calm and relaxed.
  "Jillian. You're still relaxed. You're among friends and
perfectly safe. We're trying to help you. You mentioned that your
husband doesn't do anything `exciting'. That your sex life is okay.
What do you think about when you're having sex? When you touch
yourself and nobody else is around, what do you think about?"
  The doctor licked his lips slightly and leaned forward. He made
sure the tape recorder was on so he wouldn't miss anything.
  Jillian wet her own lips, and began to speak:
  "When I touch myself I like to imagine that I'm tied up and it's
actually someone else's hands. Usually a woman."
  Louise stifled a gasp and gulped. She motioned for the doctor to
continue. This was more than she'd expected.
  "Go on, Jillian. How are you tied up and what is being done to
you."
  "Lots of things. I'm usually naked. Sometimes I'm tied but other
times they won't tie me. They want to do things to me and I have to
stay still or be punished."
  "Who are `they', Jillian?"
  My Mistresses. Sometimes there's only one of them but usually
there are three or four. Sometimes there are a lot of them. They're
all young. Teenagers, but tough. And they're black. They laugh at
me and make me do terrible things to myself."
  "Why do they do that, Jillian."
  "Because they know I want it. That's the most humiliating part.
They know I want it and they love giving it to me."
  "Giving you what, Jillian? Go on..."
  "The humiliation. That's the big turn-on. Here I am, a successful
woman. Thirty-five years old and rich. I can have anything I want
but what I really want is for these young girls, this `gang', to
OWN me."
  "You want them to own you?"
  "Yes, that's right. They're tough and they're mean. They're from
the streets, see? And they own me. I've become their slave. They've
got something on me, something so bad that I can't say no to them.
But I really don't want to say no to them. I love it when they make
me crawl on my hands and knees. They slap my ass, sometimes using
their hands, sometimes using a belt. They make me rub myself a lot
while they laugh and take pictures. They let some of their other
friends use me, too. There's no way I can get out. They own me and
they love to humiliate me. I'm ashamed all the time, but I'm also
turned on.... They keep me hot all the time because they can
control me better that way. I do a lot of begging and they seem to
love that. They spank me every day, and use me for their initiation
of new girls into the gang."
  Jillian paused and the room was quiet.   
  Doctor Kinder and Louise just looked at each other in shock.
Louise had hoped to dig up some dirt on either Jillian or Frank,
but this was much more than she bargained for. She stared at her
`friend' Jillian and suddenly she started to smile. Maybe there was
a way to use this to her advantage.
  "That's good for now, Henry. I've got an idea but I'll need some
time to set it up. Tell her she has to come back in a week and
we'll take it from there."
  Doctor Kinder sat there with an erection, staring at the
beautiful woman with the short blonde hair who was sitting in his
office with her breasts exposed. Her story had certainly aroused
him.
  "Thank you, Jillian. You've been most helpful. You can cover
yourself up now and put your shoes back on."
  At the doctor's signal Louise got up and returned to her hiding
place in the next room.
  As Jillian was rebuttoning her blouse the doctor continued:
  "Jillian...
  "Yes, Doctor".
  "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up in a few moments. You will
remember NOTHING of our conversation here this afternoon. Do you
understand?"
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "When you awake you will feel very relaxed and refreshed, as if
you had just had a lovely nap. You will be full of energy and
happy. You will remember nothing of our conversation, but next week
you will very much want to come back to continue our session."
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "One other thing, Jillian. You will not have any desire to smoke
cigarettes. The thought of lighting one up will disgust you. The
smell of the smoke will make you nauseous. Whenever you feel the
urge to have a cigarette you will instead have a glass of water.
Now, wake up Jillian."
  Jillian blinked her eyes and smiled.
  "Did you do it, Doctor? Is it over? I feel a little funny, like
I just slept but I don't remember dreaming."
  "Yes, it's over Jillian. It was that simple! How do you feel?"
  "Actually I feel wonderful, Doctor! It's worth the visit just to
go away feeling this good. May I have a glass of water?"
  "Certainly Jillian." Doctor Kinder poured her a glass from the
pitcher on his desk. As he handed her the glass she looked at it,
then up at him.
  "Has it started, Doctor? Is this why I'm suddenly thirsty?"
  Doctor Kinder just smiled and chuckled. "We all have our secrets,
my dear. I'd like you to come back in again next week. Is Wednesday
at 3:00 good for you?"
  "Fine Doctor. I'm looking forward to it! Thank you ever so much."
  "I too will look forward to our next session Jillian. Good luck,
and have a nice week."
  Jillian got up and walked out of the office. Doctor Kinder
couldn't help but stare at her lovely ass and long legs as they
moved under her skirt. He really couldn't wait till next week!"





                        "Jillian's Tale"

                            Part 2 
                       The Trap is Sprung


  During the next week Jillian drank at least 10 glasses of water
a day. During that time there had been a meeting at work where her
husband, Frank, and Louise's husband had actually shouted at each
other during a boardroom meeting. In spite of the bad blood between
their husbands, Jillian was determined not to let it interfere with
her relationship with Louise. She needed the older woman's approval
and support to keep her status in the community. It was nice being
recognized in fine restaurants and stores and receiving deferential
treatment. It filled her with a snobbish pride to see maitre-d's
and store managers so eager to kiss up to her!
  When she met with Louise for lunch on Friday the older woman's
attitude toward her seemed somehow different. Almost like she was
amused with her.
  "How did your session with Doctor Kinder go?"
  "Oh, it was wonderful! You really ought to try it Louise. If for
nothing else than the relaxing feeling when you leave his office.
Honestly, it was better than a full-body massage!"
  Louise sipped her tea and continued looking amused while Jillian
raved about her experience.
  "And I actually haven't even WANTED a cigarette since I left his
office! I drink ten glasses of water a day, but the running to the
bathroom is pretty good exercise too!"
  "That's nice, Jillian. I'm so glad that I was able to help. Will
you see Doctor Kinder again?"
  "Yes, I have another appointment on Wednesday for a `refresher'.
After that we'll see how it goes."
  "That's wonderful, dear. It will be so nice to be finally free
from that filthy habit. You'll feel like a new person. I can hardly
wait to see the new you."
  "Yes. I'm pretty excited too. Thank you so much, Louise."
  "My pleasure, Jillian."

  In the meantime, Louise had been busy making arrangements to set
her plan in motion. She had a LOT of contacts, and with her
financial resources she could arrange just about anything she could
conceive of. It's one thing to be rich and powerful. It's another
thing to know how to use that wealth and power to get what you
want.

  The following Wednesday, Jillian was again luxuriating in her
bath before getting ready for her next appointment. She felt
terrific. She hadn't had a cigarette in a week. Didn't even want
one! For some reason, she even felt hornier than usual all week.
Must have something to do with the good feelings she had from not
smoking. She even felt randy enough to slap her ass three times on
each cheek before lowering herself into her bubbling jacuzzi. She
felt so worked up that her fingers worked furiously at her pussy
until she managed to bring herself off. She laid back again and
rested for another fifteen minutes while the warm water relaxed her
completely. 
  She looked around at her beautiful bathroom. The large shower
with twin heads on each wall. Her huge bedroom on the other side of
the door. She thought about her beautiful home, her furnishings,
her bank account, her new Lexus. Only thirty-five and she had the
world on a string. Still, something seemed to be missing. She knew
what it was but pushed it back into the darker corners of her mind.
She preferred to focus on the wonderful things she had.
  An hour later she was again entering the offices of Doctor
Kinder. He was waiting for her in his outer office.
  "So nice to see you again, Jillian. It seems my receptionist is
out again today, but you are my last appointment this afternoon.
So, tell me how your week went?"
  "Oh Doctor Kinder. You're a miracle-worker. I haven't felt this
good in years. I can't wait to get started again!"
  "Wonderful! Let's not waste any time then. Please come into my
office and be seated. We'll start right away."
  After they were both seated he glanced at her and smiled warmly.
Louise had filled him in on all the plans she had made. In spite of
his calm demeanor his blood was practically boiling at the things
she had told him! He was getting paid very well for this treachery,
but if he had known how things would eventually work out he would
have happily done it for free!
  "This session should be very easy going today. Since you've
already been under once we should have little difficulty getting
you under again. You had a very good experience last time. You're
relaxed. You're happy. Just sit back and enjoy it, Jillian!"
  "Oh, thank you Doctor. You make me feel so relaxed and
comfortable."
  Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in the room and turned on
the tiny spotlight which was over his desktop. He repeated his
comforting patter about being on a beautiful sailboat on a warm
summer day. Jillian smiled a little and in short order was back
under in a deep hypnotic state.

  "She's under, Louise. You can come out now."
  Louise came in from the adjoining room and sat down to the
doctor's right. She was staring at Jillian like a cat looking at a
helpless bird. Doctor Kinder had already started to get a mild
erection, and they hadn't even begun yet!
  "She's in a deep hypnotic state, Louise. It's not unusual for her
to go under this quickly or deeply the second time around. In her
present state she is very... susceptible."
  "Excellent, Henry. You're a genius, and worth every penny. Let's
get to work on the little slut..."
  "How do you feel today, Jillian?"
  "Fine, thank you."
  "Jillian, I want you to remember everything you told me last week
when you were in my office. Do you remember what you told me about
your fantasies?"
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "Good. We're going to try to help you with your little problem.
You have some desires that your pride won't let you enjoy. That's
not good, Jillian, and it's not healthy either. I'm going to help
you break down the barriers you've set up so you can be happy. You
want to be happy, don't you?"
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "Good. Now I want you to trust me completely. I want you to
believe that everything I do is for your own good. I want you to do
only the things that, deep down inside, you really want to do. The
things that will make you a happier person."
  "Thank you, Doctor."
  Louise could barely stifle a snicker as she sat and witnessed
Jillian being slowly led right to the slaughter. The slaughter that
she herself had prepared for her!
  "Jillian. I want you to remove all of your clothes. It's very hot
in here and your clothes are making you very uncomfortable.
Remember, I'm a doctor and there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed
of. Take them all off, Jillian. Take off everything right now."
  Doctor Kinder flipped the switch that would turn the hidden video
camera on. Louise had said she wanted this all recorded for her own
use. He shifted in his seat in anticipation as he watched Jillian
stand up and very methodically begin removing her clothes.
  Off came her beautiful white cashmere top. She pulled it off over
her head and dropped it to the floor. Next she unfastened her
stylishly tight black skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped
out of it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her white bra.
As it fell off, her titties pointed out straight and firm. The
nipples were pointed slightly upwards. Their firmness at thirty-
five years was a tribute to her exercise classes and good dieting.
Louise continued staring at her like a hawk and the doctor wet his
lips with his tongue as Jillian grabbed hold of her white panties
and matter-of-factly pulled them down her thighs. She lifted one
leg, and then the other, and then dropped the panties onto the
floor with her other clothes. She was left standing with only her
white garters and sheer white stockings, and her black 4" heels.
Her pussy was completely exposed to her enraptured audience.
  "Wait a minute Jillian" the doctor interrupted. This was not in
the original script but he didn't think that Louise would mind if
he improvised a little. He considered it one of his `perks'.
  "That will do fine. I want to examine you. Please turn around
with your back facing me. That's right. Now bend over at the waist
and grab onto your ankles. I need to see how flexible your aerobics
have made you."
  Jillian bent over and grabbed onto her ankles with ease. This
brought her small tight ass directly into prominence. The white
garters framed it beautifully and the skin was flawless and tight.
There were no tan lines. Doctor Kinder moaned softly and a small
shudder ran through him as he sat there gazing at this offering.
Louise noticed his shudder and chuckled as she shook her head
slightly in amusement.
  "Spread your legs a little more Jillian... A little more... just
a little more. That's good!" He could now see her labia lips
hanging there at the vee of her crotch. Oh, how he wanted to touch
her there! To kiss her! She was really beautiful. He and Louise sat
and stared at her for a full minute as she held the pose.
  "Thank you, Jillian. Everything looks... ah... fine to me. You
have a beautiful bottom, Jillian. Do you like showing it to people
like this?"
  "It's very embarrassing, Doctor."
  "As well it should be, dear. It's okay now because I'm a doctor
and I'm examining you, but it would be terribly embarrassing to you
to let anyone else see your bottom. As a matter of fact, it would
be more shameful than you could bear..."
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "But that's exactly what's going to happen, Jillian. When you
wake up you're going to feel an overwhelming need to make your
fantasy come true. The fantasy about being owned. Remember,
Jillian?"
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "Your fantasy about being owned by teenage girls. Black teenage
girls, Jillian. They'll do all the terrible things you told me
about last week and you will be very aroused by this. At the same
time that you feel unbearable shame, you will also become sexually
hot. It's good to make your fantasy real, Jillian. You will be
compelled to become the sexual slave that you are in your
fantasies."
  Louise was leaning forward now and holding her breath. This was
the telling moment. Would Jillian accept the post-hypnotic
suggestion or would she reject it? Deep down inside she craved it.
The doctor was telling her that she was compelled to live it when
she awoke.
  "Yes, Doctor. I will be their slave."
  "When you wake up and leave this office you will meet a young
black girl. You will give yourself to her and her friends. You will
become their property. You won't be able to resist the compulsion.
Search inside for your darkest fantasies. You will crave that they
become reality. You will beg your Mistresses to make them a
reality. Even though you are shamed to the core by these actions,
you will not be able to resist."
  "I understand, Doctor."
  "One final thing, Jillian. You will continue to not want to smoke
cigarettes. However, when you begin to get a craving for one,
instead of wanting a glass of water you will now crave cum. Female
cum. Do you understand me, Jillian? You will crave female cum,
instead of cigarettes. You will do ANYTHING to get some..."
  "Yes, Doctor. I crave female cum."
  Louise was nearly ecstatic. "I've GOT the stupid little bitch!
And that means I've got her husband by the balls too! Henry, if
this works, I'm going to give you a REALLY big tip."
  "It's going to work, Louise. I'm not telling her to do anything
she doesn't really want to do. I'm just reinforcing it. Very
strongly. I can tell by looking at her and talking to her. It'll
work." 
  Louise grabbed Doctor Kinder by the head and planted a kiss right
on his forehead. "I'll arrange for her to be brought back to you in
a week for `reinforcing'. After that she won't need it. 
  "Jillian, get dressed now."
  "Yes, Doctor." The blonde woman bent over and picked up her
clothes. She calmly put them back on as the Doctor and Louise
watched her in fascination. When she was through she was told to
sit down in the chair.
  "Remember, Jillian. When you wake you will be COMPELLED by your
own body's desires to make your fantasy come true. You will not be
able to resist. And you will crave female cum. You'll be like a
starving animal when you get it. You won't be able to get enough.
Now when you wake up you will remember none of this. You will be
rested and happy, and you'll feel very horny. Even though you won't
remember our conversation you will obey all of my instructions
completely.
  "Yes, Doctor."
  Louise stood up and quickly walked back to the adjoining room.
  "Okay Jillian, wake up."

  The fashionably dressed blonde blinked her eyes and then smiled.
  "It's like I blinked my eyes but I know something has changed.
Did you do it already?"
  "Yes, I did. How do you feel?"
  "I feel fabulous! Actually, well, nevermind..." she giggled. "Is
this it, doctor, or do I have to come back."
  "We may have you back in here for one more session. We'll see how
it works out."
  "Doctor. I don't know how to thank you! I already feel like a
changed woman."
  "It was my pleasure, Jillian. Honestly."
  Jillian stood up, shook hands, and left the office. Once again
Doctor Kinder gazed lustfully at her retreating backside and legs.
He licked his lips and wondered what she'd be like the next time he
saw her...

  Jillian walked through the reception area. She opened the door
and let herself out. Just as she turned to close the door a young
black girl, who looked barely eighteen years old, bumped into her.
  Although it was obviously the young girl's fault she seemed to
get angry at Jillian.
  "Watch where you're goin' lady!"
  Jillian was taken by surprise. She started to protest but as she
looked at the black teenager her legs suddenly went weak.
  "I-I'm s-sorry" she managed to mumble.
  "Sorry shit, lady. That was deliberate! You think just cause you
got some fine clothes that you own the whole damn town! Well you
don't!"
  I-I s-said I was s-sorry." Jillian suddenly felt her hands
trembling. She was consumed with lust, and didn't know what to
say."
  "Don't you go dis'n me, you honky white ass whore! I'll beat yore
ass, bitch! You hear me?"
  Jillian was almost out of control now. Her teeth were chattering
lightly and she felt on the verge of swooning. She slowly raised
her eyes to look at the defiant young girl who was yelling at her.
  "I-I know. I mean, yes. I was dis'n you. You can do what you like
with me." She mumbled the last and immediately looked back down at
the floor.

  The young black girl tried to remain fierce on the outside, but
inside she was jubilant! Her name was Wanda and she was the leader
of a girls' street gang in the South Bronx. She had been hired
three days before by Louise and had been standing in the hallway
for a half hour waiting for Jillian to come out. Louise located her
through her own channels and promised the girl $10,000 to turn
Jillian into the gang's white slave slut. Louise had played her a
portion of Jillian's tape recording from her session last week
where she described the fantasies she had. Wanda was told that she
would be very receptive and that this was easy money. She was also
told that there would be another $10,000 if Wanda's gang kept
Jillian for at least six months, and then a continuing payment of
$1,000 per month every month after that. In addition, Wanda was
also promised a $5,000 bonus if she could `impress' Louise by
devising her own humiliations for Jillian. Louise gave her $5,000
up front as good faith, and a small camcorder. She made it clear
that she wanted tapes furnished on a regular basis of Jillian's
ordeals...

  "You just better come with me, white-assed bitch! I've got a bone
to pick with you. Your ass is mine!"
  Jillian gulped and turned to follow the swaggering girl. She
wondered what she was doing. Was she crazy? Following this strange
girl to God-knows where, for God knows what? Yet she felt compelled
to follow her. As she looked at the back of the black girl she
began getting wet between her legs. She almost seemed on the verge
of cumming just from walking behind her. She wondered what her cum
tasted like. All she knew was that she wanted some. No matter what
the cost!
  Wanda continued deriding Jillian for her clumsiness as she walked
in front of her. She told her that she had some friends who would
help her even the score for her disrespect. They headed for the
train station and got on a Metroliner headed for the City. They'd
be getting off in the South Bronx. On the train Wanda looked at
Jillian with confusion. Here was this rich white bitch, almost old
enough to be her mother. Dressed in fucking hundred dollar shoes
and wearing all kinds of expensive shit. And she wanted to be her
gang's slave slut! Well, Wanda would see that she got all she could
handle, and then some. She also planned on getting that $5,000
bonus for impressing Louise too. Man, this bitch's lily white ass
was worth some real money! One thing was certain. It wasn't going
to stay lily white for long!






                       "Jillian's Tale"

                            Part 3
                     Jillian's Punishment


  When the train pulled into the station Wanda stood up and said
"Follow me, bitch". Jillian obediently got up and followed her out
the doors and onto the platform. She was extremely nervous. She
knew that what she was doing was very dangerous, but she couldn't
seem to help herself. She knew she wanted this. It was like a dream
all of a sudden coming true. She was putting herself in the hands
of this young black girl and she had no control over what she would
do with her! 
  They descended the stairs of the station and for the first time
Jillian looked around at her surroundings. Her jaw dropped. It was
like something out of a war movie! She'd passed this area many
times in her air-conditioned car on the Cross Bronx Expressway and
had seen the burned out buildings, but she'd never got closer to it
than the highway. This was like those pictures of Berlin after the
war. There were stones and rubble everywhere. Ahead of her she
could see the charred skeletons of burned out apartment buildings.
What really shocked her was that amid all this devastation there
were children playing! People actually lived here. They had
families. They ate, they slept, they survived...
  "This way, bitch." Wanda led the way across the rubble towards
one of the buildings. When she got halfway there she stopped behind
a mound of rubble.
  "You ain't comin' in this way, bitch. You need some humblin'. You
one stuck up lily-assed whore. It's time you got taken down a peg.
Take them shoes off.... give them to me.."
  Jillian complied.
  "Now the skirt..."
  Jillian looked around in wide-eyed panic.
  "P-please, not out here!"
  "Shut your fuckin' whore trap, bitch. You don't say nuthin'
unless I tell you to. Take that fuckin' designer skirt off or I'll
cut it off!" Wanda flashed a mean looking switchblade.
  Jillian glanced around once more in panic, then undid her skirt.
It fell to the ground and she obediently picked it up and handed it
to Wanda. Wanda had to suppress a smile when she saw the white
garter and hose. Like all of the girls in her gang, she was a young
lesbian. That had been one of the key points Louise had been
searching for.
  "Pull them pretty little panties off, bitch. Then them whore
garters and stockings. Come on! I ain't got all day!"
  Jillian began to tremble as she looked around nervously then
pulled her white panties down off her slender hips. Her hands shook
so bad that she had trouble with the snaps on her garters. When she
finally got them she bent and began rolling down her sheer white
hose. She handed everything to Wanda who was impatiently tapping
her foot. Jillian now stood nude from the waist down. Wanda stepped
up to her and reached both hands under the back of her cashmere
top. Jillian felt a tug, then a snap, and her bra fell off and
down. Wanda had cut the strap. Now her only piece of clothing was
the cashmere top.
  "I like that top, whore. How many times you have to fuck for
that? Cat got your tongue? Leave it on for now... Now, like the
whore bitch that you are, get down on the ground on your hands and
knees. Hurry up!"
  Jillian gulped. She had tears welling in her eyes as she shakily
got down on the ground on all fours. She wished the cashmere top
had been longer to cover more of her ass, but Wanda grabbed the hem
and pulled it up to the small of her back.
  "Leave it there, bitch. I don't want nothin' coverin' up that
lily white ass of yours."
  Wanda took her switchblade and began cutting up Jillian's black
skirt.
  "Wh-what are you doing?!" Jillian pleaded, wild-eyed.
  Wanda reached down and gave her a slap on the ass that made her
jump.
  "Owwwwww!!"
  "I told you to keep your whore mouth shut, bitch. Don't you be
givin' me no shit."
  Wanda continued cutting the skirt up into small pieces. After
that she used her knife to cut up the delicate white panties. She
kept the garter and hose and placed them, along with her shoes and
her small purse, into the pack she carried over her shoulder.
  "In case you be wonderin' how you're gonna get home with no skirt
and no panties, don't waste your time thinkin' about it." She
laughed for the first time.
  She fished around in the pack and pulled out what looked like a
long leash and a dog collar. Jillian stared at it in utter
disbelief.
  Wanda buckled the collar around Jillian's neck and clipped the
leash onto it. It was one of those chain leashes with the little
leather loop at one end to hold on to.
  "Let's go, bitch.
  Wanda tugged on the leash and began slowly leading the trembling
blonde woman on all fours across the trash and rubble-filled lot.
Jillian's small white ass was high in the air. As she crawled you
could see her cunt lips and little wisps of blonde hair between her
legs. Wanda indicated that she wanted Jillian to crawl ahead of
her. As she walked slightly behind and to the left of the crawling
white woman she occasionally used the thong end of the leash to
slap across her vulnerable buns.
  "Look!" came a startled high-pitched voice. One of the children
had seen her. Within seconds a half dozen children had run up and
were gathered around Wanda and the visibly shaking Jillian.
  "Get away from here, you kids. This ain't nothin for you to be
lookin at! Go home!"
   There were three boys and three girls. They were all laughing
and pointing.
  "What you gonna do with that white woman? Where are her clothes",
one of the boys asked.
  "This here is a rich white stuck up whore-bitch from Connecticut.
I'm gonna whip her ass, the way she shoulda had it whipped a long
time ago."
  "Wow! Can we watch?" pleaded another of the boys. The three girls
were busy giggling and pointing at Jillian's ass. Wanda
mischievously kicked Jillian's legs wider apart and the giggles
turned to squeals as her cunt became fully visible below her now
slightly pink cheeks.
  "Go home, I said. Or I'll whip your asses the way I'm gonna whip
hers. This is none of your business!"
  The children withdrew, but not entirely. They stayed just far
enough away to satisfy Wanda, but their eyes were kept fastened on
the now sobbing white woman as she continued her crawl of shame to
the building.
  "What's the matter, bitch? Did them children bother you?" Wanda
taunted Jillian as she sobbed and continued crawling.
  "How-how could you DO that!" she sobbed. "I've never been more
ashamed in my entire life! N-never!"
  "From that? Shit girl, you got a thin skin. That ain't NOTHING
compared to what I got in store for you. That's just like a little
warm up! Hahahaha!"
  Jillian began shaking so hard at that last comment that she
stopped. She lowered her face into her hands and cried. Wanda
stepped behind her and gave her two hard slaps on her upturned ass.
Off to the side she could hear the children laughing.
  "Get up!" she ordered. Or so help me I'll whip your ass right
here!"
  Jillian got back up. Her arms were trembling. She used the back
of her right hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes then resumed
crawling towards the building. Wanda continued holding the leash
and walking behind her, taunting her the whole way.
  Finally they reached the building. Wanda told her to crawl up the
two steps and into the hallway. There was no door. As soon as she
entered the hallway she heard other voices and whistles.
  "Look what we got here! White meat! Yeah!" 
  Wanda made Jillian turn to the right and enter a large room.
There were six other girls there, all about Wanda's age. There was
an old stuffed couch and some chairs that looked like they'd been
thrown away. The girls had been lounging on them but now all stood
up and clustered around the new arrival.
  "Girls, this here piece of white honky assed shit knocked me
over. She was dressed in some fine expensive clothes, probly had
some expensive car too so she thinks she can push a Sister around."
  "Oooohh.. Your ass is in trouble, girl..." they murmured.
  "She's gonna be stayin' with us for awhile. Gonna see how the
other half lives! Ain't that right.. ahhh.. what the fuck's your
name bitch?"
  "J-jillian"
  "J-jillian? What the fuck kind of name is J-jillian? We oughta
give you a better name... like White Ass."
  "Rich Bitch!"
  "Cottontail!"
  "Shit for brains!"
  "Shut up!" Wanda silenced the girls who were calling out names at
random. "We'll just call you J-jillian for now. That all right with
you, J-jillian?" she laughed.
  "Yes" she sniffed.
  "Yes WHAT, you skinny assed whore!"
  "Yes... M-mistress?"
  "Hahahaha! Mistress? This ain't Connecticut J-jillian. Look
around. This SURE as hell ain't Connecticut! When you talk to me or
any of the other Sisters, you call us M'am. You got that J-
jillian?" She slapped her ass once for emphasis.
  "Y-yes M'am!" Jillian jumped from the slap.
  Wanda bent over her and removed the collar and leash.
  "Why's she got that shirt on, Wanda?"
  "I thought it looked pretty. Besides, I didn't want her to get no
sunburn on that white skin of hers while she was crawlin' over
here." They all laughed.
  "Get it off. Let's see what she's got up front."
  Two girls roughly grabbed the expensive cashmere top and pulled
it up over her head. Jillian lifted her arms and the top was pulled
off around her head, fluffing her short blonde hair in the process.
Now for the first time Jillian was completely nude. She had
goosebumps on her upper arms and she was shivering. Not from cold,
but from the shame she was feeling, and the excitement.
  The girls made her lift her body up so she was kneeling upright
with her ass resting on her heels. She kept her eyes downcast as
they began grabbing at her pert little breasts. They were fairly
small but they were firm and her nipples were quite long. She
winced as they pulled and twisted at them. When she tried to use
her arms to protect her breasts she was slapped in the face.
  "Spread those knees wider, Jillian. Okay girls, Jillian's gonna
put on a little show for us, ain't you Jillian?"
  "Yes, M'am."
  The girls turned the couch around and pushed the chairs up so
that they were all seated and facing the kneeling blonde.
  "Rub your tit's Jillian. Rub them real good and pull on your
nipples. Get them nice and hard."
  Jillian obediently began massaging her naked breasts as the girls
watched and hooted. They popped open some cans of beer and began
drinking and catcalling.
  "Rub your pussy, Jillian. Make it shiny and wet for us. We want
to see it nice and warm down there."
  With her head bowed, Jillian placed her right hand on her open
pussy. As the seven black teenagers watched and cheered, she
performed the most intimate act of masturbating in front of them.
In spite of her humiliation she was as hot as a pistol. Mostly it
was BECAUSE of her humiliation she was so hot. She began moaning
and rubbing faster and faster. Her hips began to hump and her
middle finger became a blur as it rubbed across her swollen clit.
She didn't even notice that Wanda had the camcorder out and was
recording the entire scene for Louise.
  Faster and faster she rubbed until she finally got herself right
at the edge. She stayed there for a minute, her hips convulsing,
her whole body was shivering and she was moaning with her eyes
closed. She suddenly let out a yelp and her hips began moving back
and forth again as she squeezed off her orgasm. Her cunt gushed cum
all over her hand. Without thinking she put her hand to her mouth
and started licking it. "Mmmmmm...." she moaned as she tasted the
sweetness of her own cum. She had to have more! She kept rubbing
her hands between her legs to get every bit of cum she could. She
licked one hand while rubbing with the other. All of it was being
recorded on the camcorder. The girls couldn't believe what a slut
she'd suddenly become! She was almost wild. Her tongue was flicking
back and forth across her lips and she pleaded with the girls to
give her more cum.
  Wanda leaned back in her chair and pulled her jeans and panties
down to her thighs.
  "Right here, bitch. Eat me you fucking whore!"
  Jillian practically dove between Wanda's thighs. She wedged her
face into the tuft of curly black hair and began thrusting her
tongue into her cunt as far is it would go.
  "Oh yeah, right there, bitch. Keep licking that spot or I'll beat
your sorry ass." 
  Wanda closed her thighs around Jillian's head and began humping.
Jillian's tongue was relentless. She finally put Wanda over the
edge. She squealed with delight as she lapped up every drop of cum
she could get. When it was over she looked at the other girls and
begged:
  "More, please! PLEASE!"
  One by one the girls pulled down their pants while Jillian ate
them to orgasm. Her bare ass wiggled with delight as she knelt and
licked the nectar out of each young pussy. When she finished with
the last girl she looked wildly at Wanda again and said "Please!
Once more... PLEASE!"
  "Whoa baby! You sure have turned into one hot-assed slut, haven't
you." She pushed her pants back down and once again let the 35 year
old wife eat her to a shuddering climax. Jillian went around the
room eating each girl a second time. When she was finished she
begged to do it again! When the girls declined she immediately
thrust both hands onto her own pussy and started rubbing some more.
The girls had to physically restrain her before she'd stop.
  "I don't know what got into you, bitch. One little drop of pussy
juice turned you into a fucking maniac!"
  Wanda turned off the camcorder. When Jillian saw it her eyes
nearly popped out of her head! What were they going to do with that
tape?
  "Let's get her ready girls. The real fun starts now."
  Four of the girls grabbed Jillian and half carried her, half
dragged her into the hall and then outside in front of the
building. There was a small rectangular table set up. It was old
and the wood was chipped in places. It was about three feet long by
a foot and a half wide. It stood about two feet tall. It looked
like it might have been an end table, or something that a plant
would sit on.
  They placed her on the table on her back. They got some rope and
bent her legs down over the end of the table. Two girls grabbed her
arms and pulled them straight down over the sides. They tied her
hands and feet together under the table. This had the effect of
bowing her body slightly upward, and her legs were spread. She was
helpless to move.
  One of the other girls, Cheline, held a long feather and was
giggling. She stood over the bound body of Jillian and slowly
touched the tip of it to her defenseless nipple. Jillian twitched
a bit and moaned. Encouraged by this she began twirling the feather
around her pink nipple and teasing it. Jillian's nipple became
instantly erect and ridges popped out on the large aureole.
  "Oh God! Oh No! Please! Not out here!" Jillian begged, and the
girl moved to the other nipple and excited it too. She moved the
teasing feather down her belly and then ran the tip up and down her
moistening slit. Jillian tried twisting to get away from it but she
was tied tightly across the table. Her whole body from her neck to
her knees was presented as a target for the cruel teenager and her
feather. The other girls laughed and egged Cheline on.
  "You keep yellin' like that and you're gonna attract a crowd,
whore." Cheline teased.
  Wanda rubbed her own fingers in Jillian's wet cunt. She got as
much of the cum juice as she could and placed her fingers to
Jillian's mouth. Jillian licked at the fingers and her eyes went
wild again. Her tongue was all over Wanda's fingers, trying to get
at the cum. Wanda laughed and got some more. She smeared it on
Jillian's upper lip and right under her nose.
  "How you like your own smell, bitch? It turnin' you on?"
  Jillian's tongue was extended trying to get the cum from her
upper lip. Wanda kept fingering her and adding some more. Cheline
continued with the feather; along her sides, across her belly, and
always back to the rigid nipples. Jillian was begging loudly now
for more cum. Her hips bucked as much as they could on the table,
which wasn't much. One of the other girls had set up a tripod to
hold the ever-present camcorder.
  A fourth girl had disappeared but she returned now carrying a
large bag.
  "Oh boy! Barbecue time!" They all paused for a moment to cluster
around the girl with the bag. Even Cheline paused with the feather,
leaving Jillian alone and shivering on the table.
  They opened the bag and took out some chicken wings. "Mmmmmm! We
got white meat on the table and wings in the bag! What could be
better?"
  Wanda got the container of barbecue sauce and smiled wickedly.
She took it over to the table and opened the lid.
  "We gotta change her position, girls. Get them feet up in the
air!"
  Working quickly they untied her hands and feet then retied her
hands together under the table. Lifting her knees they tied a loop
of rope around each thigh, just above her knee. They took each of
the ropes and pulled them way back and to the side. This lifted
Jillian's knees in the air and back towards her shoulders. Looking
around they found a couple of places on the ground to tie off the
ropes, holding her in this open position. Her feet were able to
dangle in the air but her thighs were spread open and her knees
pulled back and fastened to hold her that way. She was positioned
so that her ass hung just over the edge of the table. This opened
Jillian's cunt as wide as it could possibly be! Her little round
white buns were lifted slightly upward and widely parted to show
her asshole, which was pointing out at about 45 degrees. Her spread
cunt pointed directly upward and the lips were slightly parted to
display the wet pinkness within. She was a delectable sight...
  Wanda let her eyes roam over the smooth white body bound there on
the little table like an offering. Jillian's pussy lips were
swollen and red. Little droplets of moisture were clinging to them.
Her face and neck were deeply blushed and her eyes closed tightly
against the shame of being displayed as she was. Wanda poked her
index finger into the damp pussy and felt the lips cling to it as
it was withdrawn. She then grabbed each of Jillian's swollen pussy
lips between her thumbs and index fingers and pinched them cruelly.
Jillian's eyes popped open in surprise. She involuntarily shuddered
and let out a little yelp. Wanda pulled the pussy lips wide apart
and held her like that for the camcorder. With a sigh she finally
let go of those pulsing lips and watched the flower close slightly.

 "We gotta warm up the oven first". Wanda laughed as she ran her
right hand over Jillian's smooth ass. She cupped each of the buns
and pinched them. She lifted her hand in the air and brought her
palm down sharply, spanking Jillian. 
  "Owww!" Jillian wailed.
  Again Wanda slapped her helpless ass. 
  "Owwwwwwww!"
  The others girls laughed as Wanda began spanking Jillian in
earnest. Slapping those poor little cheeks that hung there at her
mercy. She was rewarded each time by a wail from Jillian. After
about thirty swats she stopped and cupped her pink buns lightly
with both hands.  
  "That oughta do for now...."
  Wanda picked the container of barbecue sauce back up and very
carefully poured some of it into Jillian's open cunt.
  "Ooooohhhhhhh!" Jillian moaned, as it overflowed slightly and ran
down her crack into her asshole.
  Wanda picked up a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce in
Jillian's cunt, being careful to brush it up against her clit as
she pulled it out.
  "Oooooohhhhhh" the tormented woman moaned again as Wanda smiled
and bit into the chicken wing.
  "Mmmmmmm! Gotta try the sauce, girls!"
  All seven of the teenagers crowded around the lewdly displayed
Jillian. They each took turns dipping their chicken wings into her
sauce, being very careful to brush against her sensitive inner
pussy lips and stiff clitoris.
  Occasionally one would twirl a wing around the sauce collecting
in Jillian's asshole, brushing it upwards till they were at her
spasming cunt again. As the sauce got eaten up they had to refill
her several times.
  Just as Cheline had warned, Jillian's moaning had attracted a
small audience. The six children from earlier had crept back and
were watching with fascination and giggling. Jillian saw them
through her tear-blurred eyes and cried out to get them away.
  "Get outta here, you kids!" Wanda yelled and hurled a rock at
them. "This ain't something you oughta be seeing. Go home or so
help me I'll whip your asses too!"
  The children scrambled, giggling. They ran around the side of the
building but refused to leave entirely. Several other people had
also stopped by, fascinated by the sight of the seven black
teenagers tormenting the naked white woman.
  They respectfully kept their distance. Wanda's gang was known in
the area and none of the onlookers wanted to risk their wrath. They
looked at the pathetic squirmings of the mercilessly teased Jillian
and shuddered. What a horrible fate!
  When the gang had finished with their chicken they went back
inside the building, leaving Jillian still tied and on display. She
was shivering and moving her head back and forth, alternately
pleading with anyone who could hear her to let her go, or at least
let her cum...
  The others watched from their distance. Although both Jillian and
the camcorder were left unattended, nobody dared to touch either.
They knew who both belonged to...
  A mangy German Shepherd walked up to the table and sniffed. He
moved down between Jillian's spread thighs and let his tongue take
a swipe at the open pussy, glistening with barbecue sauce.
  "Nooo! Noooo! Get it away!!" she pleaded but the dog continued
licking her, enjoying the taste of the sauce. They left her on
display like that for thirty minutes. The dog stayed with her,
licking the entire time, and causing her five shuddering orgasms...







                        "Jillian's Tale"

                             Part 4
                        Homecumming Queen



  By the time the girls came back outside and shooed the dog away
most of the onlookers had moved on. Jillian was covered in a sheen
of sweat and her breast was heaving. Wanda looked down at her,
absent-mindedly using her fingers to diddle Jillian's gaping cunt.
  "Boy, you sure do look nice like that, bitch. I sure hope you're
enjoying yourself because from now on you're gonna be spending an
awful lot of your time out here tied just like that. It'll amuse
the neighbors."
  "Nooooo-nooooo-noooooo" Jillian wailed. 
  One of the other girls carried out a large white poster that was
nailed to a four-foot long pointed stick. She placed the stick in
the ground about six feet to the left of Jillian and pounded it in
with an old rusty hammer. Jillian could turn her head and read the
poster. Printed on it in large letters with a magic marker read:

  `My name is Jillian Dudley. I was a rich bitch from
   Greenwich, CT. Now I'm the lily-assed slave slut
   whore of the Debutante's. I'm very happy. Please
   look but don't touch.'

  The girl, Cheline, took the feather she had used earlier and
inserted it, quill end first, into Jillian's puckered asshole. The
slight breeze blowing the downy end of the feather around her rim
would remind her that it was there. As Cheline was attending to
this, Wanda put a blindfold around Jillian's eyes and tied it
tightly behind her head.
  "We gotta be gone for awhile, bitch. Got some business to take
care of. We'll be back in about a hour. Sure hope them kids ain't
still hangin' around here..."

  Wanda grabbed the camcorder and the girls all headed off
together. They had a prepaid mailer and were going to send the
video tape of the day's activities off to Louise. It would be the
first of many.
  Louise had also prepared a letter from Jillian to her husband,
Frank. It said simply that she needed to get away for awhile. To do
her own thing. She asked Frank not to worry about her or to be
angry with her. She just needed some time. Louise got a forger who
did a remarkable job of matching Jillian's handwriting from a
sample that was provided. The letter was sitting on the dining room
table in Jillian's house, in an envelope addressed to `Dear Frank'.

  The girls came back about an hour later. Jillian was practically
hysterical, her head whipping back and forth. All they could make
out was the word `please' over and over again. The first thing they
noticed was that the feather was still in her ass but was now
reversed, with the quill end sticking out. They didn't know who had
been at her, but whoever it was had certainly done a good tease
job. They also noted a few fresh pink handprints on her upturned
ass. They looked small.


  Jillian was taken back into the building and given some water and
something to eat. A little later when she said she had to go to the
bathroom, Wanda grabbed her cashmere top and the leash. It was
nighttime and she didn't want Jillian to catch a chill, besides,
she thought that wearing the cashmere top occasionally would be a
sad reminder to her of just how low she'd sunk. She put the collar
and leash on her and adjusted the hem of her top so it was well up
on her back. Then she lead her outside, crawling on all fours, into
the night air.
  Jillian could hear the sounds of the night. A siren wailed, some
dogs were barking. Off in the distance she heard the sound of a
train going by. Some men were shouting something but she couldn't
tell where. Wanda led her around the building to a small tree that
was standing in a clearing between buildings. She made Jillian lift
her leg up and squirt her pee on the trunk of the tree. As she was
relieving herself, Jillian looked up and saw that the closer of the
two building had some lights on in the upper floors. One of the
windows had a flower pot in it. People were living here.
  Once they were back inside and the leash removed, the cashmere
top was again stripped off Jillian. Wanda sat down on one of the
armless wooden chairs and told Jillian she was to lay down across
her lap. She explained that this was going to become part of her
ritual. Her nightly spanking by the girls. With the 35 year old
woman draped naked across the black teenager's lap the other girls
watched with rapt attention as Wanda raised her hand and delivered
a stinging slap to the doomed bottom. Jillian squirmed and pleaded
but Wanda continued spanking her until she had given her ten hard
slaps. She pushed Jillian to the floor and stood up. Cheline took
her place in the chair and Jillian was ordered across her lap next.
Cheline played with her a minute then lifted her hand and delivered
her own ten slaps to the quickly reddening bottom.
  One by one, each of the girls took their turn in the chair and
spanked Jillian. By the time the last slap was delivered, Jillian
was sobbing uncontrollably. The girls knew how to ease her pain.
On her hands and knees, with her reddened ass wiggling in
gratitude, Jillian was again allowed to go around the room eating
out each of the girls. Once again Jillian seemed wild for more and
begged for a second helping. Most of the girls obliged. When they
were through they tied Jillian's hands and feet together behind
her, and left her on her side to go to sleep. This wasn't because
they were afraid of her running away. It was to keep her from
playing with herself all night long. Wanda threw a dirty old
blanket over her then settled down herself. All of the girls lived
in the old building. They had nowhere else to go.

  The next six days were similar to the first, with subtle
variations to keep things interesting. When it wasn't raining
Jillian spent most of her time tied up outside on the table like
before. The poster remained, and so did most of her audience. The
girls had `barbecue' twice more that week. The dog didn't come
back, but the flies were just as bad till the girls got around to
cleaning her up.
  On one occasion they had to quickly hustle her inside when
someone spotted a cop car in the neighborhood, but it drove past
quickly and never came back. It probably wouldn't have stopped
anyway, even if they had seen her. The police were not a concern.
In this section of the South Bronx it was the gangs that ruled...

  When Wednesday came around again Wanda had to take Jillian into
Greenwich for her final session with Doctor Kinder. She had a
5:00pm appointment. Wanda gave her her cashmere top and took her
for her morning walk around the buildings on her leash, stopping by
that same tree to let her lift her leg and relieve herself. She
then spent the early afternoon servicing the girls. At 2:30 they
began to clean her up and get her ready. They scrubbed her till she
squeaked, then one of the girls brought out a brown paper bag with
some old clothes in it. They had belonged to her twelve year old
cousin.
  Jillian looked at the red pull-over jersey and the short black
dress skeptically. There was no way the clothes of a 12 year old
would fit on the body of a 35 year old. Wanda was convinced that
they would.
  The red jersey was several sizes too small but it stretched.
Without a bra Jillian's nipples, along with the entire outline of
her breasts, could be clearly seen. The bottom came down only to
her navel.
  The black dress was even worse. There was no way it would fit
around her waist so they left it unzipped on the side and used a
rubber band to hold the ends of the waistband together. The dress
was old and wrinkled and smelled musty. It barely covered her ass
when she was standing still. With no panties Jillian couldn't help
but flash the undercurves of her cheeks whenever she walked. Wanda
got Jillian's own shoes from her bag and let her wear them. The
four inch heels made the shirt and dress look even more trashy, if
that were possible.
  Wanda grabbed her bag and began walking towards the train
station. Jillian followed meekly behind. There was nobody else on
the platform but when they boarded the train every head turned to
look and stare. Wanda told Jillian to sit down. When she did she
held her knees as closely together as she could and used her arms
to try to hide how far the dress was riding up. She was only
slightly successful. The rubber band holding the two ends of the
waistband together stretched showing a wide triangle of white
thigh. She could feel every pair of eyes on the train burning into
her, but she kept her head lowered and tried to be as motionless as
possible.
  They got off the train in Greenwich and walked to Dr. Kinder's
office. Jillian tried to take small steps and used her hands to
keep her dress down, but she had to scurry to keep up with the
fast-walking Wanda. Her eyes darted left and right in fear. What if
somebody she knew saw her? 
  When they arrived at Dr. Kinder's office it was once again empty.
The doctor came out to greet her. His eyes almost bugged out of his
head when he saw her! He looked at Wanda, who smiled very smugly at
him, then gulped and invited Jillian into his office. Wanda was
asked to remain outside in the waiting room.
  "Ahh... nice to ahh.. see you again, Jillian. How've you been
doing with the smoking?"
  Jillian's face and neck were flushed a bright red. She couldn't
meet the doctor's gaze. She coughed once and said, nervously:
  "F-fine, doctor. I haven't had a cigarette in two weeks. A-and I
haven't been drinking a lot of water either."
  Doctor Kinder cleared his voice. He blushed a little himself,
though it was hard to see above his beard.
  "This will be your final session, Jillian. It will, uh, reinforce
your desire to not smoke. Are you... okay?"
  "Y-yes, doctor.... I mean... well, uh, I guess so. I'm not
smoking at any rate. I'm okay."
  Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in his office. Again he
asked Jillian to gaze at the single spot on his desk while he used
his skills to relax her and put her in deep hypnosis. She went
under very quickly this time. Once again, at his signal, Louise
came out from the next room and sat next to him. She gazed at the
clothes Jillian was wearing and she had a wry smile on her face.
The fact was that Louise was beginning to enjoy this immensely. She
had a very cruel streak in her. What had originally started out as
a device to embarrass Jillian's husband at the firm was becoming a
very pleasant and arousing exercise on its own. She squeezed her
own legs together under the desk as she nodded to the doctor to
proceed.
  "Jillian, are you comfortable?"
  "I'm embarrassed by these clothes, Doctor."
  "That's good. You should be. Those clothes are very sluttish.
Everyone will be staring at you wherever you go. If anyone you know
were to see you in them you would nearly die of embarrassment."
  "Yes, Doctor."
  "Jillian, that girl outside and her friends have been helping you
to live out your fantasy. It would be very dangerous to keep that
all bottled up inside so they're actually helping you. You will
continue to obey their every command. You will desperately WANT to
please them and obey them, no matter what they tell you to do, no
matter how embarrassing."
  "It's very embarrassing, Doctor."
  "That's good, Jillian. It's good for you. No matter what they do
to you, you must obey them. You will never get used to the shameful
things that they do to you. Each time will be like the very first
time to you. As time goes by you will become even more shamed by
the things they do to you, and also more aroused by it. You will
also continue to crave female cum instead of cigarettes. The
cravings will get stronger and stronger, along with your desire to
obey your mistresses in all things."
  "Yes doctor." 
  Doctor Kinder gulped and looked at Louise hopefully. He was
incredibly aroused by what he was doing to this woman. Louise shook
her head no. She knew what he wanted to do now, but there wasn't
time for it. Besides, he was being well paid for his work. She got
up and went back to the other room.
  "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up shortly. You will feel
refreshed and awake, but very horny. You will not consciously
remember our conversation. Your mistress is waiting for you
outside. You will accompany her this evening and obey her." 
  "Yes,Doctor"
  "Wake up, Jillian."

  Jillian blinked her eyes and looked at the doctor. She was
embarrassed that he was seeing her the way she was dressed, but it
also aroused her at the same time.
  "Is it over, Doctor?"
  "Yes, Jillian. We're finished. I hope you enjoy a wonderful life
free from cigarettes. I'm glad that I've been able to help."
  "Thank you Doctor."
  Jillian glanced down. She couldn't bring herself to meet his
eyes. She knew he must be looking at her and thinking what a slut
she was. She got up and took small steps to the door and let
herself out. Doctor Kinder watched her in her incredibly short and
wrinkled old black dress. He saw the wedge of white thigh where the
rubber band held the dress together. He saw the curve of her lower
cheeks just under the hem of the dress. His erection was almost
painful.
  When she got into the reception room Wanda was reading a
magazine. She stood up and snapped her fingers.
  "Let's go slut, we gotta be someplace in a hour and I wanna do a
little window shoppin' first."
  Jillian meekly followed Wanda outside. They spent the next half
hour walking downtown looking at the shops. Jillian felt the eyes
of everybody they passed on them both. They must have been quite a
sight in old Greenwich. A black teenage girl wearing jeans and
sneakers accompanied by a 35 year old white woman with short blonde
hair dressed like the sluttiest prostitute from an X-rated movie.
She was horrified to be in Greenwich like this. The odds of someone
she knew seeing her were just too high, but she didn't dare voice
her objection to Wanda.
  A little before 6:00 Wanda hailed a taxi. After they both got in
the back seat Wanda handed a slip of paper to the driver with an
address on it. He flipped the lever on his meter and headed off.
  While they were in the back seat Wanda impishly ran her hand
under Jillian's short dress. Only inches from the hem she found
Jillian's pussy and inserted a finger into it. She wiggled it
around a bit and moved it back and forth as they rode. Jillian
closed her eyes and licked her lips. She tried her best not to moan
so the driver wouldn't know what was going on. Wanda removed her
hand and mischievously brushed her finger across Jillian's lips.
Jillian licked at it and her eyes sprung open. Her breathing got a
little heavier. She couldn't suppress a small whimper as she looked
at Wanda pleadingly.
  "Not now, bitch. There'll be more later." Wanda whispered.
  "Okay, ladies" the cab driver said as he pulled the car to the
side of the road. "That'll be $6.50"
  Jillian looked around and suddenly she began to panic. They were
right outside Louise's house. And there were lots of other cars
around too.
  "W-why are we stopping here?" she said in a panic.
  "This is the address you gave me, isn't it? That'll be $6.50."
  Wanda paid the driver and opened the door.
  "Let's go, bitch. We're gonna be late."
  "Oh, no! No, please! You couldn't possibly be going to..."
  "Shut up and get your whore ass outta that cab, or I'll drag you
out."
  The cab driver's jaw dropped as he heard their conversation.
Jillian was close to tears as she got out of the cab. Wanda led the
way up to the front door with Jillian following meekly behind. Once
on the porch she rang the doorbell. A moment passed and the door
was opened. A lot of conversation could be heard in the background
as Louise's housekeeper let them in.
  "Good evening, Mrs. Dudley" she said as she showed them both in.
  Jillian's face was scarlet as she followed Wanda into the large
livingroom. When she stepped into the room she gasped and swallowed
hard. Practically everybody she knew was there! Many of the people
Frank worked with were there with their wives. Her friends, people
she socialized with, shopped with, went out to dinner with! My God,
Sylvia and George Wooley! Maryanne Dennison and her husband Paul!
The Thompsons! This couldn't be happening to her!
  Conversation practically stopped as she entered the room. There
were a couple of gasps. She heard "What on earth is she wearing!"
from the back of the room.
  Louise came over to her and pretended to be surprised.
  "Jillian! So ah... nice you could come. I take it Frank isn't
coming?"
  Jillian didn't answer. She looked down at her feet.
  Wanda jumped in and introduced herself, loudly.
  "Nice ta meet you. I'm Wanda. Me 'n Jillian's living together
now."
  "Wel-welcome! Please... ah... help yourself to something to eat
and drink. Jillian, I believe you know everybody here. I'll let you
introduce your friend."
  Jillian's face and neck were now nearly the color of her red
shirt, the child's jersey that came down to her navel and was
stretched so tightly you could actually see the ridges forming
around her nipples. As she followed Wanda to the refreshment table
she could feel cool air on the bare bottoms of her asscheeks. She
wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
  She looked up at Wanda's face. Wanda was nibbling on a small
sandwich and had a glass in her other hand.
  "Please, m'am. Please get me out of here!" She sniffed and
clasped her hands together in front of her. "D-don't do this to me.
You can do anything else, ANYTHING, but please don't do this to
me!"
  Wanda answered her in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:
  "You BEGGING me, bitch?" There were gasps in the room.
  "I said, Are you begging me, bitch? Well, if you are then you're
in the wrong position... When you beg me you damn well better be on
your knees! Get down there! You heard me, bitch. Get down on your
knees and ask me again. Do what I say or so help me I'll whip your
ass right here in front of your friends!"
  The room was silent. Completely silent. The only sound that could
be heard was the sobbing from Jillian as she slowly dropped to her
knees in front of Wanda. Her eyes were downcast and she didn't say
a word.
  "Speak up, bitch! What do you want?"
  "P-please get me out of here" she sniffed.
  "Say what? Didn't I warn you to refer to me as M'am? You think
because you got your rich friends around that you can be dis'n me
in front of them? You need some humblin' girl! Some real humblin'!
Get down on your hands! Go on, do it!"
  "I think we'd better be leaving.." she heard someone say. A few
of the people had grabbed their coats and were leaving the room.
Most of the others were staying, not quite believing what they were
seeing, and not wanting to miss anything!
  Jillian placed her hands on the expensive carpet. She was now on
all fours. Wanda roughly shoved her around until she was crouched
by the food table with her practically bare ass pointing back
towards everybody in the room. The short black dress had ridden up
so that it only covered the very top of her smooth round buns. It
was even possible to see a little bit of her moist pussy peeking
back between a few blonde hairs.
  Wanda walked up to her and looped a finger into the rubber band
that was holding her dress closed. She yanked it, snapping it off.
The dress immediately came apart. Wanda picked it up off the small
of Jillian's back and dropped it to the floor. Then she bent and
pulled off each of her shoes. Jillian was sobbing loudly now. Her
shoulders were shaking. She lowered her head to the carpet as she
cried, not even aware that this was thrusting her bare ass even
higher into the air.
  Wanda kicked her knees wide apart so that her pussy was now in
full view, hanging between her legs, just a few inches below her
clearly visible puckered anus. Wanda gave a very hard slap to
Jillian's ass which caused her to raise her head and gasp. She then
thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and rubbed them back and
forth. All this had taken place very quickly.
  "Jillian, are you crazy?!" she heard someone gasp. "It's time to
put an end to this."
  "Stop right where you are, mister. This slut belongs to me, and
my Sisters. It was her choice. If you lay one finger on her now I
swear I'll whip her ass till the skin peels off! I mean it. She's
comin' back home with me tonight whether you like it or not. Now
back off!"
  The would-be rescuer stopped in his tracks. Then he turned and
stormed out of the room. Nobody else was leaving.
  Wanda took her fingers out of Jillian's cunt and, bending over,
put them up to the crouching woman's lips.
  "Lick it, bitch. Go on!"
  Jillian licked her own cum off Wanda's fingers.
  "Oh no...." she wailed, licking off every drop. When she was
finished she looked up pathetically and pleaded "more.... please?"
  Wanda laughed and slapped Jillian's ass again. There were now two
red handprints on the perfect white buns that were pointing out at
the guests.
  "You know what to do if you want more. Show them what a whore you
are! Rub yourself silly, go on! Let them see what a whore you are!"
  As Wanda was saying this, Jillian's right hand crept back between
her widely spread thighs. Everyone in the room could see her
working her fingers in and out of her cunt. She stopped and brought
the hand up to her own lips. She moaned as she licked off all the
juices, then returned to her pussy for more. She was hooked! She
swayed her ass back and forth as she rubbed furiously. Wanda
grabbed hold of Jillian's red jersey and yanked it up over her
head. Jillian had to lift her arms so the jersey could be pulled
completely off her. She was now totally nude.
  Wanda slapped her ass again very hard.
  "Get back down there, bitch. You ain't finished yet."
  Obediently, Jillian crouched back down and went back to work on
her cunt. Her knees were spread very wide now and her face was
pressed to the carpet to steady her as her right hand did its work.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and she moaned loudly.
  It only took a few more seconds for Jillian to get close to her
orgasm. Wanda slapped her quivering ass again and taunted her,
telling her to cum for her friends. Jillian's whole body was
shaking like a leaf. She let out a loud moan and went stiff as a
board. The guests could see the wetness of her orgasm flowing down
over her hand as she humped it. Jillian was crying as she
alternately licked her fingers and went back to her pussy for more
juice.
  She turned a tear-stained and pathetic face up to Wanda and said
"More... please?"
  Wanda had taken Jillian's collar and leash out of her bag and now
bent to put them around the neck of the trembling blonde.
  "No more now, bitch. Wait till we get back to the other Sisters."
  Wanda grabbed the discarded shirt, dress and shoes and stuffed
them in her bag.
  "Call us a cab, please." She said to Louise as she tugged on the
leash and led the naked Jillian on all fours out of the room. She
paused at the threshold to give them all one last look at those
beautiful pink and white buns, then turned in the hallway and went
out the front door.
  She led Jillian down to the sidewalk and stood there for a moment
holding the leash. Most of the guests had come out to the porch to
watch what was happening. Wanda glanced at Louise who secretly gave
her a nod and an `OK' sign. Wanda beamed. She knew she'd just
earned her $5,000 bonus.
  She unclipped the leash but left the collar on, then told Jillian
to stand up and put her clothes back on. The rubber band had broken
so she had to hold the waistband of the dress together with one
hand. Ten minutes later a cab came and took them to the train
station.





                           EPILOGUE



   Jillian's performance that night had a profound effect on her
husband's career. When copies of Wanda's home-made video tapes
began suddenly appearing and being passed around amongst his co-
workers he knew he couldn't stay in Greenwich. He asked for, and
was granted, a transfer to a lesser job in the company's Dallas-
Fort Worth office. He spoke to his attorney about a divorce but was
advised that, under the circumstances, he'd make out better by just
moving to Texas and abandoning Jillian to her new lifestyle.
 
  Louise got what she wanted. Six months later her own husband was
promoted to Executive Vice President. With his only competition out
of the running he was a shoo-in.
  In addition to advancing her husband's career, she was kept well
stocked with a continuing supply of Wanda's video tapes. Wanda had
become quite creative and had earned another bonus within two
months. Louise enjoyed viewing the tapes and loaned them out to
quite a few of Jillian's former friends for stag parties and the
like. She had Wanda bring Jillian back to Greenwich at least once
a month for very "special" parties.

  With the influx of Louise's money, plus the notoriety of having
a white slave-slut, Wanda's gang flourished. They rented space in
the building next door which was heated and had electricity. They
were able to recruit new young girls to the gang. Jillian became
their major source of income. The money that Louise sent each
month, plus what they got for loaning her out on occasion to other
gangs had them all dressing and eating better. But they still loved
their barbecue, with it's `special' sauce!

  Doctor Kinder was right about Jillian. She never did get used to
the things that the girls did to her. Some of the new girls have
proven to be most inventive. The old worn wooden table is still
outside, and Jillian spends a good deal of her time there on her
back, watching the clouds through teary eyes and wiggling toes, but
the girls are continually finding new ways to spice things up. It
was, in fact, one of the new girls who suggested placing
clothespins on Jillian's nipples, and also on the sensitive lower
curves of her ass as it pointed up over the table's edge. It
greatly increased the level of Jillian's moaning and was
appreciated by all who saw her displayed that way.
  The thing that still bothers Jillian the most is her occasional
trips to Greenwich. Her wardrobe hasn't changed much. She still has
the cashmere top for her morning and evening walks and her red
jersey and black dress for special occasions. The girls have
benefited greatly from owning her, and Jillian, well, she still
doesn't smoke cigarettes...

                                             THE END
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