Step Mother

by sadkins116



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2020-04-22
Updated: 2020-04-22
Packaged: 2020-04-29 15:32:34
Chapters: 3

Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/step-mother
Author URL: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1802990&page=submissions

Summary: Misty hates her step mother, and turns her into a slut.

Erotica Tags: Drugs, Exhibitionism, Female Ejaculation, Humiliation, Mind Control, Noncon, Public Masturbation, Step Daughter, Step Mother, Submission
Average Rating: 4.63





	Step Mother

_Greeting all. This is a story I wrote a few years ago and looked at it again a few days ago. It is about a step daughter who hates her step mother. Her hatred is so intense she and her friend devise a plan to turn her into a slut so her father divorces her. This story contains non-consensual sex, drugs, and eventual submission. It these elements bother you; I would suggest you move on to a different story. This is a work of fantasy and should not happen in reality. Fantasy and reality should only exist in their own worlds._   
  
_There is no one under the age of 18 depicted in this story. Depending on how it is received will depend on if there are any more chapters._   
  
_I encourage you to comment and vote as this is the only way I know if you hated or enjoyed my efforts._   
  
*****   
  
Misty was sitting in the cafeteria. She was waiting for her BFF, Kristen. If you had just met the two you wouldn't think they would even speak to each other. Misty was in the social stratosphere, while Kristen, if it wasn't for Misty, no one would even notice her. Misty drove a BMW, had long blond hair and a killer body. She was 5'7" tall and weighed 120 lbs. Her figure was perfect as her dad spared no expense enhancing her tits, nose, ass, and teeth. Her measurements were 34 D, 25, 35. Her family's money made sure she would never want for anything. She lived in a large mansion, drove the nicest car, wore the best clothes and generally looked down her nose at just about everyone.   
  
Kristen on the other hand, was dirt poor. Her mother was a single parent, who got pregnant in high school during her freshman year. She was only 15 at the time. Her mom and dad helped her for a while but when she finally graduated, they forced her out after she found a job at the local grocery store. Now 18 years later, Kristen was now an adult and about to graduate high school. Kristen was pretty, but not in the same league as Misty. Her clothes were from second hand stores but were always clean.   
  
Kristen was blessed with athletic ability and was the point guard on the school's championship basketball team. She was 5'5" tall, and weighed a solid 130 lbs. Her measurements were a slim 35C 25 36. Her black hair fell just below her shoulders and her pale complexion gave her an exotic look. Kristen lived in the trailer park on the outskirts of town across the railroad tracks.   
  
Together they made the original odd couple. Their friendship started several years ago on a class trip to Washington DC. They were assigned the same room and despite their different social status, hit it off immediately. The first day started off a little rough, but Misty soon learned that Kristen was just as devious as she was, and together were a very dynamic team. By the time they made it to high school, nothing could come between them.   
  
Today Misty was anxiously waiting for Kirsten to arrive, she needed her help to come up with a plan to get rid of her step mother. Her real mother died a couple of years back to breast cancer and her dad married Carol about 6 months ago. Carol was a typical trophy wife, blond, not too bright and a killer body, standing 5'8" tall. Her measurements were 36D-24-36, with a face that belonged in Hollywood. She was only 27 and was 20 years younger than Martin, Misty's dad. Even before the wedding, Misty wanted her gone, but after last night's fight, Misty really wanted her gone.   
  
Martin Shaw was the CEO of a major conglomerate and travelled frequently. His trips lasted anywhere from 2 weeks to sometimes a month or more. Carol was a conservative woman with a strong religious background. She used her looks to get where she was, but sex was only used when necessary. Although she dressed very nice, she never dressed like a slut as she called it. With Martin gone for the last month and not expected back for at least two more weeks, Misty knew that now was the time to do something. It was up to her and Kristen to work out a plan to get rid of the bitch that was trying to screw up her life.   
  
Kirsten arrived just after ten o'clock. Misty was waiting for her on the front porch. "God I'm glad you're here. I can't stand that fucking bitch Carol. I need to get her out of here." Misty cried.   
  
Kristen smiled as between the time Misty call her last night crying, she had an idea. "Calm down girl, I have an idea of how we can not only get rid of her but turn her into a slut at the same time."   
  
Misty face lit up, as she grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her into the house and up to her room. "That bitch is out for the next few hours shopping at least, so we won't be disturbed. Please tell me what you're thinking."   
  
"Well, she has no money of her own, right? She really can't afford to have your dad divorce her, right?"   
  
"Yeah that's right. Dad picked her up at some convention somewhere. She fucked her way into his heart and now she's here and she's nothing but a bitch whenever he's gone. When I tell him what a bitch she is, Dad laughs it off saying I just need to give her a chance. She dresses like a nun and spends money like there's no tomorrow. Tell me more."   
  
"Well, here is my idea. My mom is a slut. She's always been a slut. Right now, she works for a cleaning company and barely makes minimum wage. But you've seen her, she looks great. She's only 33 but she looks younger. You told me that Carol uses sex like a weapon and doesn't give it up much. So how about you arrange to hire my mom as part of the household staff. Even better find a way for us to live on the property. I know I can convince her to let her slut self out and work on your dad." Kirsten explained.   
  
"That won't work because that bitch will divorce him and take half his money. I want her out and broken"   
  
"I know but what we do is use my mom to make Carol jealous. Not actually fucking your dad, unless he wants to, but makes Carol think she is losing him. When she thinks she might be replaced we move in and help her to try to keep your dad."   
  
"Wait, you want us to help her? I'm confused. We're trying to get rid of her not help her."   
  
"Well by helping her we teach her to use her body to eliminate her competition. If she thinks that my mom is seducing your dad, we come to her aid and fill her with things she can do to keep her sugar daddy. But we don't help her, we turn her into a slut, training her to do the things she thinks my mom is doing. We document what she is doing and slowly convince her to do more and more. Then we spring the trap when we have enough, we show her what we have. By then she will have no choice but do everything we say or else we tell your dad. If he finds out he will divorce her and leave her with nothing. By then she will be our slave and we can make her do anything we want."   
  
"Do you think we can pull this off?"   
  
"Sure, as long as we get your dad to be in charge of all hires and firings. We can't let Carol do it because she will fire my mom at the first opportunity. Then we just push Carol down the rabbit hole to slutdom."   
  
"I like it but I'm not sure we can pull it off."   
  
"Tell you what, let's go talk to my mom and get her on board. Then when your dad gets back, we start the process."   
  
For the next two weeks, Misty and Kirsten spent a lot of time over at Kirsten's trailer, working with Kirsten's mom, Angela. By the time Martin came home, Misty had one of the live-in housekeepers fired. That left a position open and Misty was meeting with her dad.   
  
"Daddy, I need to ask a favor."   
  
"Sure honey, what can I do for you."   
  
"My best friend Kirsten's mom needs a job. She's been working for a cleaning service and the company lost a large client. They laid her off and now they're about to lose their trailer. I couldn't stand to lose my best friend. Can we hire her mom? We have a position open and a place they could live. Pppplleeeassse Daddy."   
  
"Honey, you know Carol handles all the staff. I'll talk to her and see what we can do."   
  
"Oh daddy, she and I haven't been getting along and I'm afraid she won't hire Kirsten's mom. If you hire her, I'll do my best to work out our differences and try to get along with Carol."   
  
"Okay sweetheart, I'll look into it. Have what's her name stop by and I'll talk to her."   
  
"Oh thank you daddy, her name is Angela, and I know you will love her. But if you do hire her, could I ask one more favor?" Misty said as she hugged her dad.   
  
"What now?" Martin was getting annoyed.   
  
"Well, if Carol finds out I talked you into hiring her she might fire her the next time you go out of town. Until they get settled, maybe 6 months or so, would you let it be known that only you can fire her? At least then Kirsten and I will have graduated and be off to school."   
  
"Okay, let me meet with her and I'll let you know. Plus, I'll keep this just between us." Martin said as he motioned for the door.   
  
Misty was ecstatic, everything was working out just the way they planned.   
  
One week later Martin was sitting in his home office. He had been home almost two weeks now, and his wife still hadn't given up any pussy. He was frustrated and horny. At first, she said she was sick, then she had her period, now she said she was just waxed for him but was too sore for him to touch her. He was pretty pissed. It was then his intercom buzzed.   
  
"Your 2:00 is here Martin," his secretary said.   
  
"Good send her in."   
  
Only a moment later the door opened and in walked Angela Beal, Kirsten's mother. Martin was taken by her looks. She stood almost 5'5" and couldn't have weighed more than 125 lbs. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and it fell to the middle of her back. The dress she wore was simple and not expensive, but clean and fit her perfectly. It hugged her ample C cup breasts and followed her contours down past her hips, ending up at mid-thigh. Her face although not model pretty was perfect for her giving her better than average looks. But with him so horny she looked like a million dollars.   
  
"Good afternoon Mr. Shaw." She calmly stated as she stood demurely in front of his massive desk.   
  
"Good afternoon Ms. Beal is it?"   
  
"Yes it is, but call me Angela, and thank you for seeing me."   
  
"So you are interested in working for me. Is that right?"   
  
"Yes Sir, I was laid off a few weeks ago and I need a job. I'm a hard worker and I listen very well. I'm willing to do anything you request and my hours are flexible. I have worked at housekeeping for the last couple of years and I never take time off."   
  
"Very impressive but be careful when you say you'll do anything. That could be dangerous." He laughed.   
  
"I know that. You are a very powerful man and control a lot of things. I would be proud to work for you, and yes I still would do anything you ask." She said confidently.   
  
Martin smiled and stood. He was a very good looking man, standing about 6'4" and weighing 200 lbs. His dark complexion was complimented by his salt and pepper hair. His clothes were perfectly tailored and he appeared to be in excellent shape. Angela moaned slightly when he walked over to stand beside her.   
  
'Tell me Angela, have you ever been a personal maid before?"   
  
"No sir, mostly I've been part of a team that works together."   
  
"Do you think you could do everything I require?"   
  
"Yes sir, if I don't know how to do something you require, I will learn to do it correctly."   
  
"I understand that your daughter is my daughter's best friend. Would that be a problem for either of you?"   
  
"No sir, she knows I'm just a housekeeper and it won't be a problem."   
  
"Are you willing to wear a uniform?"   
  
"Yes sir, anything you want. I need this job sir and like I said, I'll do anything to get it."   
  
"Very well then, how about you start tomorrow?"   
  
"Thank you sir, what time do you want me here?"   
  
"Your starting time is flexible but usually at 7:00 am. Misty told me that you are about to lose your trailer, is that true?"   
  
"Yes sir, there's not been any money coming in and I'm behind on the payments."   
  
"Well we have a small cottage on the edge of the property that is vacant. Misty asked if we could include it for you and Kirsten. You can move your things in as soon as we finish the paperwork. You will report directly to me. When I'm gone, I will leave you with a detailed list of daily tasks. And for now, we will start you at $15.00 per hour. Is that acceptable?"   
  
"Oh yes sir, that would be fine. How much will the cottage rent be, sir?"   
  
"Well Misty gave you a glowing reference, so it will be included in your pay." Martin stated, "I want you to report to this address and they will provide you with your uniforms. You will wear it whenever you're on the clock. Is that understood?"   
  
"Yes sir," she answered as she took the paper from his hand, letting her hand touch his for just a second longer than necessary.   
  
Martin smiled at her touch and wondered if she was serious about doing anything. His little brain was now thinking for his big brain.   
  
Angela turned to leave but looked back over her shoulder and smiled at Mr. Shaw. Her look was coy on purpose. When she caught his eye, she glanced at the ground and walked out the door.   
  
Martin watched as Angela turned back and looked at him. Her look intrigued him. It was both confident and submissive. When she walked out the door, he couldn't take his eyes off her ass. He smiled and called the store with the uniforms. Having a personal maid just might be fun.   
  
' _Even if I don't fuck her, maybe she'll make Carol jealous enough to loosen up.' He thought._   
  
Angela rushed back to the trailer. Both Misty and Kirsten were waiting for her. When she burst through the door, they both jumped.   
  
"Well what happened?" Misty asked.   
  
"It worked like a charm. He offered me the job as his personal maid. We get the cottage and $15.00 an hour. We can move in tomorrow I guess."   
  
Both girls screamed and hugged Angela, "This is going to be so much fun. Do you think he noticed you?" Kirsten asked.   
  
"Oh he noticed me, and I noticed him. God he's handsome. I hope you don't mind me saying but if he wants to fuck me, I don't know if I can resist him." Angela said looking directly at Misty.   
  
"Fuck his eyes out as long as I get that bitch out of my life, I don't care what you do." Misty said as her mind was working overtime on the next step of their plan.   
  
**Three weeks later:**   
  
Angela was just arriving for work. It was 6:45 am. She was wearing her uniform and she looked good in it too. It was unique from all the other household staff. Most of the women wore a light green dress, very conservative and certainly not sexy. Angela's uniform was dramatically different. Her uniform was more of a traditional maid's uniform, black with white trim. It was tailored and fit perfectly. Accentuating her body and highlighting her ample bust and ass. Although stockings weren't required, Angela wore them every day. Sometimes with a garter belt, sometimes thigh highs. Today was going to be a key day in the downfall of Carol.   
  
For the last couple of weeks, Martin was home a lot. Mostly working out of his office on the far side of the house. No one really went on that side of the mammoth house, it was mostly guest rooms, Martins' office, a small gym, and a basement that was only accessible from Martins office. Everyone thought it was used mostly for storage. But Angela was over there all the time. Making sure Martin saw her often, usually kneeling cleaning something while subtly exposing herself. After her first few days, he was making up excuses to be around her, watching for her to expose her body to him again. By the end of week, they were talking about everything. Martin was growing more and more intrigued by this smart, pretty, intelligent woman cleaning his house. Although he learned about her limited education, she had a street-smart common sense that he admired. He knew he could tell her to do almost anything and she would. But he didn't want her that way. He wanted her to surrender to him. Something she had never done before. She had always used what god gave her to survive and to provide for her daughter. But she had never totally submitted to anyone.   
  
Martin was enjoying being back home. For the first time in what seemed like years, everything was peaceful. Misty and Carol weren't at each other's throats, work was going smoothly, and there was Angela.   
  
Carol noticed Angela immediately and she didn't like her. She noticed that Martin was paying a lot of attention to the new maid and decided that the day after his next trip started would be her last day. She was holding back sex from him till he agreed to buy her a condo out in Veil, Colorado. Now with this hussy around him all the time it wasn't working.   
  
By the third week, Martin wasn't paying any attention to Carol. She was getting pissed and started to sneak around to try to catch them. But they were never doing anything out of the ordinary.   
  
By the end of the first month, Carol was panicking. Nothing she did was working. Martin seemed to be infatuated with this fucking maid. The less Martin paid attention to her the more she wanted it.   
  
Finally, after 5 weeks, Misty and Kirsten decided to make their move. Carol was constantly moping around and hiding in her room. In her entire life, she had always been the prettiest woman in the room. Getting men to do what she wanted was easy, and intimidating other women took little effort. But this Angela was different. It seemed that she knew Martin better than her. She wasn't able to drive a wedge between the two of them. She needed to find an answer. It was then when Misty sat down beside her.   
  
"What's up Carol? There seems to be something bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?" Misty asked.   
  
Carol looked at her step daughter with a bit of skepticism. Never in the time had she known Misty had she ever offered to talk to her. "Why are you asking, Misty?"   
  
"Because, in spite of our differences, I've grown attached to you and I really want to help."   
  
"I can't say, it would piss you off, and I can't take that right now."   
  
"Well you can't keep it in so you might as well spill it." Misty prodded.   
  
Carol looked at her step daughter and finally decided to tell her. "I think your friend's mother is seducing your father. I haven't caught them yet but I know they're doing it." Carol blurted out, figuring that there would be an explosion. But what she got was not what she expected.   
  
"You know I noticed something between them." Misty answered. "You know Angela had a bit of a reputation around town. I didn't think she would do it here though."   
  
Kirsten timed her entrance just right. "Are you talking about my Mom? Tell me she isn't fucking something up? Oh, I'm sorry Carol. I shouldn't say that."   
  
Misty tried not to smile as she looked at Kirsten and said, "Carol thinks Angela is fucking dad."   
  
"Oh. My. God. My mom is such a slut. You aren't letting her get away with it, are you?" Kirsten said to Carol.   
  
"I've tried to catch them but so far I haven't been able to." She answered.   
  
"Well you better do something to get his attention. My mom and I don't see eye to eye much. If you don't do something soon you might lose him." Kirsten said staring directly into Carol's eyes.   
  
"What can I do? I've tried everything. He won't even look at me." Carol started to cry.   
  
Misty and Kirsten looked at each other and smiled. "Have you tried sex?"   
  
"I have trouble using my body. I just can't do that."   
  
"Well we could help if you want. We could show you some things and I guarantee you will get dad's attention." Misty added.   
  
Carol looked a Misty, thought about if for a minute before she spoke in barely a whisper, "Please help me, I love your father and I don't want to lose him."   
  
Misty almost orgasmed right then and there. Kirsten's plan was working. "Well first thing, we need to change your wardrobe. I know dad is going away for a couple of weeks next week. How about you hang in there till he goes away and when he gets back, boy will he be surprised. I guarantee he will notice you then."   
"Oh thank you Misty, and Kirsten, are you sure about this? I mean she is your mother?"   
  
"Carol, I'm so tired of my mother doing this every time it seems that we are finally getting ahead, she goes and thinks with her pussy. What you need to do to fight that is do the same. It's time you thought with your cunt." Kristen stated.   
  
Carol was surprised but simply nodded and a weak "thanks" escaped her mouth.   
  
"Great, dad leaves Saturday. As soon as he leaves, we're going shopping." Misty gushed.   
  
Martin was leaving to the Far East the next day. He would be gone for about a month. He was sitting at his desk when Angela entered his office. She knew that the girls were about to spring their trap on Carol and wanted to ramp up the pressure. Just before heading to Martin's office she made sure that Carol saw her in the hall. Angela acted like she didn't notice Carol watching her as she slipped off her panties and tossed them into her cart. Sliding her hands down her short uniform skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles, she opened the top two buttons and exposed a lot of cleavage. Standing in front of a large mirror she pushed her tits up and exposed them even more. Before turning and heading down the hall to Martin's office, she glanced behind her and watched as Carol was about to explode. She smiled and opened his door.   
  
Carol watched as Angela stripped off her panties and opened her top. She wanted to rush up and smack the slut, but knew that if she did it would only piss off her husband. She turned and headed towards Misty's room.   
  
Carol knocked at Misty's door and heard "Come in."   
  
She opened the door and walked in. "I can't stand it any longer. I need to fight fire with fire. I just saw that slut Angela take her panties off and practically take her top off to work in Martin's office. What can I do to get his attention?" Carol announced.   
  
Misty smiled at her step mother's rant and quietly said, "Calm down Carol, dad is leaving tomorrow and by the time he gets back you will be a changed woman. Angela won't stand a chance. She isn't in your class and by the time we're done with you, you'll blow him away."   
  
Carol was so pissed she didn't even correlate what Misty was saying. "I can't wait, what do we do first?"   
  
"Tomorrow we go shopping, you dress like a nun. If you want to compete with that slut, you need to show some skin. You need to make sure Dad knows what he has in hand." Misty answered.   
  
"But I'm not a slut. I can't go around exposing my body."   
  
"Look, if you don't want our help, no problem. Just keep doing what you're doing and it won't be long till you're out the door." Misty said, "But if you want to save your marriage just do what we say and you'll blow her away."   
  
Carol sat quietly and listened to her step daughter. She wasn't sure she could trust her, but knew she had to do something. "Okay I'll do as you say. Are you sure this will work?"   
  
"Trust me Carol, despite our differences, I'd rather you than that slut Angela as my step-mother."   
  
Carol nodded and walked out the door.   
  
Misty watched as Carol left her room. _'God, is she that stupid? Does she really think I want her around? Tomorrow is the first day on your journey to be my slut slave bitch.' Misty thought._   
  
The next day all four women watched as Martin jumped into the limo to go to the airport. Angela was right outside the front door holding his jacket and hat. Carol was in the front hall looking out the window, seething in anger at the slut throwing herself at her husband. Misty and Kirsten were upstairs watching Angela make a big show and fawning all over Martin.   
  
"God your mother really is a slut you know?"   
  
"Yeah she is, that's why this is going to work." Kirsten answered.   
  
Angela walked back inside as the car rolled down the drive and was immediately confronted by Carol.   
  
"Well now that Martin has left your services aren't needed until, he gets back. So, until that time you are to work in the kitchen cleaning up after the cooks. I don't want to see you in the main house until Martin returns. Do you understand?" Carol demanded.   
  
"Why yes of course, Miss Carol, whatever you want." Angela answered with a smile.   
  
Carol almost smacked her when she heard her answer. She turned and stomped up the stairs, her face red with anger. She stomped straight to Misty's room and burst in. Misty and Kirsten were waiting for her to show up and almost broke out in laughter when Carol rushed in.   
  
"Let's go shopping, I want my husband back!" Carol practically screamed.   
  
Angela walked into the kitchen. In her short time working for Martin, she'd made many friends and because Carol hated her, she was immediately accepted by the rest of the staff. There wasn't anyone who worked for her that liked her. They all loved Martin's previous wife and thought that Carol was a gold digger.   
  
"Misty will be calling down for lunch in a few minutes. I need to help prepare their drinks." Angela announced when she walked through the door into the kitchen.   
  
One thing about having a friendship that was from both sides of the tracks, so to speak. One had the money to buy anything they needed; the other had all the seedy contacts to get those specialty items.   
  
Sure, enough a call came over the intercom, "Maggie, could you send up lunch for Kirsten, Carol and me?"   
  
"Sure Misty, give me a few minutes." Maggie the manager of the kitchen answered. She turned and looked at Angela and nodded. Angela walked to the fridge and poured three glasses of lemonade with ice. Two of the glasses had pink straws and one had a blue straw. With her back to the staff, she pulled out a small folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and dumped the contents, a white powder, into the glass with the blue straw. She didn't know what it would do she simply followed Misty's orders.   
  
Twenty minutes later lunch was delivered to Misty's room. As soon as the maid left, Kirsten walked over and grabbed the drinks. She handed the blue straw drink to Carol and smiled.   
  
"Drink up Carol we plan to keep you busy the rest of the afternoon."   
  
Carol smiled and took a big drink. Kirsten noticed that Carol looked down at the glass but didn't say anything and took another drink.   
  
Misty watched closely at her step mother, this was a critical time. If she noticed that her drink was laced it would ruin all their plans. When Carol took the second drink, both Misty and Kirsten breathed a sigh of relief. The drugs in Carol's drink wouldn't do her any lasting harm, but was a special chemical concoction developed by the military that was used on prisoners of war to get them to do whatever they wanted them to do. It left their minds clear, but made them susceptible to suggestions. Once they were under the influence you only had to suggest an idea and they would think it was their idea and do exactly what was suggested. Misty knew that after this afternoon Carol would never be the same again.   
  
About an hour later, the three women walked out and jumped into the SUV with Charles driving. Carol was already feeling the effects of the drugs and Misty wanted to test it out.   
  
"Carol maybe you should get more comfortable, do you really need a bra?"   
  
Carol looked at Misty for a second and shook her head, "You know it's just us girls and we are going to be trying on clothes, who needs this bra anyway." She said with a confused look as this was totally out of character for her. But she reached behind her under her scoop neck tee and unfastened her bra. In seconds, she had it off and dropped it behind the seat. "That feels better," She said but again a confused look.   
  
Misty and Kirsten glanced at each other and smiled. Both were thinking the same thing. Soon they pulled up to a very exclusive boutique.   
  
Carol looked at the boutique and said, "I've never heard of this place. Why are we here?"   
  
"Oh, this place caters to a very special clientele. Only women are allowed in and only certain women at that. It's very expensive and very exclusive. How about we go with the flow and enjoy the experience?"   
  
"Oh, I like that, I can't wait to enjoy all they have to offer." Carol gushed.   
  
As soon as they entered, they were greeted by a beautiful middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious lingerie. She walked directly up to them and said, "You must be Carol, we've been expecting you. My name is Erica, I'm the manager. Please take off your clothes and let us get your measurements."   
  
Carol nodded at first but blushed when she heard to strip. Once again, she had a confused look but it quickly passed and she pulled her top over her head. Misty and Kirsten both just about climaxed as everything was going exactly to plan. It took a minute before Carol was naked and had two young women approached, measuring every inch of her body and logging every dimension.   
  
Misty watched for a few moments before she walked over to a table and poured a glass of flavored water. Without anyone noticing she opened another folded piece of paper and mixed the contents into the glass. This drug wasn't the same drug as what Angela gave her. This one increases her sensitivity to anything touching her. Every touch would increase her arousal to the point she would crave a climax and do almost anything to get off. Misty knew that Carol's strong upbringing would try to resist and the thought of orgasming in public would humiliate her. However, when she finally succumbed to the drugs, it would be the orgasm that she would crave from that point on.   
  
The combination of the two drugs would allow Misty override her upbringing and release her from her inhibitions. The best part of it was tomorrow, Carol would think it was all her idea and be humiliated all over again whenever she thought back at what happened.   
  
Misty strolled over to Carol who was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and gladly took the drink. "Thank you Misty, we should have done this a long time ago. This is fun." Carol said as she took a large drink and smiled.   
  
"I agree, we should have, I think we are going to be much closer from now on." Misty said with a big smile as she winked at Kirsten.   
  
For the next hour, the three women dressed and undressed Carol over and over again. Each outfit was sluttier than the last. By the end of the hour, Carol was panting with arousal and her pussy was leaking down her legs. Misty watched as Carol was rapidly losing control over her body and knew it wouldn't be long till she exploded.   
  
Misty waited till she noticed that Carol's legs were about to buckle and swooped in and stopped the women. "I think Carol needs a break, where is your restroom?"   
  
Carol was moaning and her legs trembling as the orgasm that had been building for the last hour was put on hold. She looked at Misty with a look of gratitude and remorse. She needed to come in the worst way, but the thought of doing it in public was too humiliating. When Misty grabbed her hand, and pulled the naked woman into the bathroom, Carol almost cried.   
  
"Oh God Misty, what is happening to me? I've never felt this way before. Thank you for saving me but I need..." She couldn't say the rest. To admit that the women touching her was arousing her to the point of orgasm was too humiliating.   
  
Misty smiled at the confused woman standing naked in front of her. "It's okay Carol, I get excited sometimes too when I shop. I've never orgasmed before in a store, but if you must go ahead."   
  
"Oh no I couldn't, please help me. If they touch me again, I don't think I can stop it. Please how do I get out of this?"   
  
Misty moved closer to her desperate step mother and leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Do you want me to finish you off?" Misty stuck out her tongue and licked Carol's neck. Carol gasped and could only nod. "Please..."   
  
"Not unless you are willing to do exactly what I say until dad comes home." She said as she continued to tease Carol's neck and ear.   
  
Carol was having an out-of-body experience. She could almost see herself standing next to Misty, trembling with excitement. Her body was completely on fire and desperate for relief. "Oh, god yes please help me, I will do anything to..." Again her mind would not let her say the words.   
  
"You will do anything to what? What do you want to do Carol?"   
  
'OH GOD I NEED TO CUM!!" Carol shouted.   
  
"Are you willing to do what I say till dad come back? To wear what I tell you, to obey without question?"   
  
"Yes, Misty p-p-please let me cum, I will do as you ask." Carol surrendered.   
  
As soon as Carol gave in, Misty slid her hand down her stomach and over her dripping cunt. Carol slumped against the wall and spread her legs, allowing Misty complete access to her sloppy core. Misty not wanting to rush it, lightly teased her lips and avoided any contact with her clit. In seconds Carol was begging Misty to take her over the edge. Misty watched as the woman she hated more than anything in the world was begging her to take control and give her an orgasm.   
  
Misty stopped moving her fingers and waited till Carol lost all control and grabbed Misty's hand and shoved it into her cunt and fucked herself with her step daughter's hand. Misty leaned forward and sucked Carol's right nipple into her mouth and bit down hard. The pain shot through Carol's body and it exploded. Her fluids gushed out and down her legs and soon a large puddle formed between her feet. Her legs quit working and the only thing keeping her on her feet was Misty's hand buried deep inside her.   
  
Misty pulled her hand back and watched as Carol slid down the wall and sat in the puddle of her own fluids. Her eyes open but not seeing, her mouth moving but nothing coming out. Misty leaned over and wiped her hand on Carol's tits, making sure that she would smell of pussy for the rest of the day. She then turned and walked out the door smiling. She knew that it would be even more humiliating for Carol to walk out naked and covered in her own cum.   
  
Misty walked into the dressing area in the store. The manager and her two helpers looked at her with confused expressions. "Where is Carol?" Erica inquired.   
  
"She got a little excited and needed to relieve herself. She'll be out here in a minute. Who knew she would get so excited?" Misty announced to them. She watched their expressions turn from concern to disgust. Misty waited for Carol to walk out and see what Erica would say to her.   
  
Carol sat on the floor of the bathroom, in the puddle. Her mind barely comprehending what had happened. Her body still very aroused, but her mind was recovering from the massive orgasm. She wasn't sure what to do. She was covered in sweat and cum, her hair plastered to her face and her makeup a total mess. The problem was she was naked and instead of towels, there were only dryers, and her purse was out with her clothes. She had no way to clean up and now she had to walk out and face everyone. She slowly stood up and faced the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she didn't recognize the person in front of her. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, giving her two black eyes, her hair was matted and stuck to her face, and her body flushed from the orgasm. Trying to do what she could, she washed off her makeup and ran her fingers through her hair. It didn't help much but it was all she could do. Carol turned to the door and walked out to the changing area.   
  
As soon as Carol came into view, all five women gasped. It was obvious what had happened and Erica took charge immediately. "What are you some kind of slut. How dare you come into my store and do what you did. I want you out of here and never come back and you will buy every outfit you touched. I could never let another person to touch these garments. Now get your slutty ass out of here now." Erica demanded as she pushed Carol towards the door. As she passed Carol's clothes, she grabbed them and shoved Carol out the door followed by her clothes. Misty and Kirsten quickly followed and the door slammed behind them and they heard the lock click.   
  
It happened so fast that it took a few seconds for Carol to realize that she was standing on the street totally nude, her clothes scattered around her. She screamed and dropped to her knees and tried to cover her body. However, the drugs were still coursing through her bloodstream and now another orgasm was building quickly. Carol looked at Misty and begged, "Please Misty help me? My body is out of control."   
  
Misty tried to maintain a straight face, simply bent over and grabbed Carol and pulled her to her feet and led her to the car. Charles was waiting beside the car with a big smile and offered no assistance. While Kirsten gathered Carol's clothes and followed behind, Misty shoved the naked Carol into the back seat and sat down beside her.   
  
It took a few minutes before they were on their way and Carol was able to talk. "Thank you, Misty, for saving me. I didn't know what to do. Can you forgive me?"   
  
"Well that was one of my favorite stores, and now I can't ever go back. You owe me for being such a slut."   
  
"I'm Sorry Misty, Please, don't leave me. I'll make it up to you I promise." Carol apologized.   
  
Misty simply looked forward and said, "Home Charles."   
  
It took about a half an hour for the three women to arrive at home. During that time, Misty helped Carol dress. It wasn't easy as her body was still wet from her orgasm in the bathroom. Carol was barely functioning as Misty pulled her top over her head and covered her tits. Misty smiled when Carol let out a deep moan when she made sure she caressed her nipples as she drew the top over and covered them. The drugs were obviously still working.   
  
By the time they pulled up to the front door, Carol was semi clothed but was still a mess. Her hair looked like she just got out of bed and her face, neck and chest were red and flushed. She looked exactly as you would expect after a massive orgasm.   
  
Carol watched as the car stopped in front of the house. She knew how she looked and she also knew how her body felt. She was still very horny and very humiliated. Now she had to walk into her house, her clothes barely on and smelling like sex. If any of the staff would see her, she would never be able to live it down.   
  
"Please Misty, don't let any of the staff see me like this. I'm their boss. I could never look any of them in the eyes again if they saw me." Carol pleaded.   
  
"I'll try Carol. But remember, today is the day the cleaning staff was to do the spring cleaning in the front of the house. There's probably five or six staff right inside the front door."   
  
"Oh no Misty, I can't let them see me. There must be another way."   
  
"Well we could go in through the kitchen. Its 3:00 and the kitchen staff should be on break. We could slip in the kitchen door and go up the back stairs?" Misty suggested.   
  
"Yes, Yes, let's do that. Pleeaaassse!"   
  
"Okay, Charles drive around to the kitchen entrance." She ordered the driver, "And I better not hear you telling a soul about this." Misty said as she looked at Charles eyes in the rearview mirror. On her face was plastered an evil grin.   
  
"Yes, Miss Misty," Charles answered as he put the car in gear and headed behind the large house.   
  
It was only a few seconds before they arrived at the door and Misty pulled Carol out. Her top was pulled up so high her nipples were almost exposed and her skirt was above her pussy. Carol tried to pull it down, but her skin was sticky and her clothes were not moving. She dashed for the door and burst in without thinking.   
  
In Carol's haste when she entered the kitchen she walked directly into a very surprised Angela.   
  
"Oh, Miss Carol, I didn't expect to see you! I mean I didn't expect to see this much of you. I heard you went shopping. What kind of shopping did you do?" Angela gushed, as she looked at a very humiliated Carol up and down.   
  
"OH, GOD NOT YOU!" Carol gasped, if there was one member of the staff she didn't want to be seen it was her rival. "What are you doing here? It's none of your business where I was shopping."   
"You ordered me here Miss Carol." Angela said barely stifling a giggle as she watched Carol struggle to cover her body. "Do you need help dressing Miss Carol? You seem to be having trouble with your clothes."   
  
Carol already humiliated beyond belief screamed, "GET OUT OF MY WAY! NO, I DON'T NEED ANY HELP."   
  
Angela stepped aside but before Carol could walk past, Angela pulled out her phone and snapped a couple of pictures. Carol in her haste didn't even notice as she couldn't even look at the smirking Angela.   
  
As Carol rushed up the back stairs, Misty and Kirsten both broke out in laughter. "Oh I have to see those pictures." Misty exclaimed.   
  
For the next twenty minutes of so, Kirsten and Misty recounted their adventure with Carol. All three had fits of laughter over Carol's humiliation at getting kicked out of the store naked covered in cum. When they finally finished with their story, they sat back and discussed what to do next.   
  
Carol rushed up to her room. She rushed straight to her bed and under the covers. Her mind confused at how the entire afternoon had happened. Never had her body ever reacted to being touched before, and why did she even decide to agree to obey Misty. Carol was crying uncontrollably when there was a knock at the door.   
  
"GO AWAY!" She shouted.   
  
"It's me Carol, Misty."   
  
"Please Misty, go away I don't want to see anyone."   
  
"Okay, but remember you said you would do as I say and I need to talk to you."   
  
Carol tried to get control over her sobs and slowly walked over to the door. When she opened it, Misty walked right past her and headed for the bed. Carol hoped to convince Misty to talk later and was taken aback at her step daughter rushing past her.   
  
Misty sat down and patted the bed beside her. "Sit down Carol we need to talk. Here I brought you something to drink." Misty stated and held out a glass of wine.   
  
Carol was still feeling the effects of the drugs simply followed Misty's directions and took the drink and sat down beside her.   
  
"Don't you think you want my help?" Misty asked.   
  
Carol looked at her and her mind grabbed onto the suggestion. "Please Misty I need your help. Would you help me?" Carol said as she took a large drink of the wine.   
  
Misty smiled and thought, _'that's it slut, keep drinking, with each swallow you give me more control. When dad gets home, he's not going to recognize you.'_   
  
"I didn't know you were so easily excited. You should have warned me. We would have gone to a different store."   
  
"Misty, I've never done that before in my life. You have to believe me. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I really don't even like sex, let alone to... You know."   
  
"I know, I know what?"   
  
"You know, cum in public." Carol whispered as she blushed down to her navel.   
  
"Well you're going to have to control your urges in the future if I'm going to help you. Maybe you should take care of your needs before we go out next time?"   
  
Carol heard the suggestion and answered, "Misty, maybe I could take care of... you know before we go out again."   
  
Misty felt her cunt pulse when Carol answered, "Do you mean you want to masturbate before we go out again?"   
  
Carol blushed even more this time and could only nod.   
  
Well if that's what it takes, I'm all for it. I don't want to get kicked out of any more stores."   
  
Carol nodded again, "Misty, did that slut Angela say anything to you?"   
  
"Yeah, she asked what had happened to you, but all I told her was you had fun shopping."   
  
"Oh, god you didn't. What if she tells anyone else? What am I going to do?"   
  
"Well, there's an old saying that might fit here. Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer."   
  
"What does that mean?"   
  
"If she is close to you, you can control what she says to anyone. By keeping her close, you can keep her quiet. That way no one will know about your escapade at the store."   
  
Carol sat quietly for a few moments. Several expressions crossed her face, anger, embarrassment, arousal, and finally resolve. "I think that if she was Martin's personal maid, she should be mine. Would you have her come up here please?"   
  
Misty almost orgasmed, this was almost too easy. Not only was Carol doing exactly what she was told, she was doing it of her own volition. She was even surrounding herself with her enemies and not even knowing it. "Sure Carol, but you might want to clean up first, you're a mess and you smell like sex."   
  
"Yes Misty, I agree. Give me an hour and send her up."   
  
Misty nodded, smiled and said, "Drink up, you've had a trying day so far." As she stood and walked out the door.   
  
Carol downed the last of the wine and watched her leave. She stood and headed to her an-suite.   
  
Misty practically ran down the stairs to Kirsten and Angela waiting in the hall.   
  
"Well how did it go?" Kirsten asked.   
  
"It went perfect, she wants Angela to meet her in her room in an hour. She's going to make Angela her personal maid. Not only that she drank the entire glass of wine and she was still affected by the earlier dose. How long does it last anyway?"   
  
"Well the guy I bought if from said that the first dose usually lasts about 4 hours, but each dose after that lasts about twice as long. I guess it builds up in the system. He said after the tenth dose or so it should last for over a week. After that you only need a little bit to maintain it every seventh day."   
  
Misty grinned and kissed her best friend. "God I love you. You are the answer to my dreams. It's not going to be long until that bitch is out of my life."   
  
Kirsten kissed Misty back and gave her a big hug, "I love you too Misty. You know I'd do anything for you." Kirsten said as she looked at her mother and winked. Angela smiled and nodded back. She knew that soon they would be set for life.



Step Mother Ch. 02

This chapter is a continuation of chapter one of a step daughter who hates her step mother and with the help of her friend devises a plan to destroy her. I would suggest you read chapter one before continuing with this chapter. Please be aware that this is a fantasy and should stay a fantasy. It depicts scenes of non-consensual sex, drugs usage, humiliation, and eventual slavery. The drugs used are not real, the situation couldn't happen but only in a fantasy. If this is not your particular desire then please move on to another story. No one is under the age of 18 included in this series.

As usual I ask that you vote and or comment as that is the only way I know if you enjoyed it. I almost always leave all comments but on occasion when the comments are personal attacks, I have deleted them. I hope you enjoy my work.

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Angela walked to Carol's room and quietly knocked. She waited till she heard Carol call on "come in," and stepped through the door. Angela saw Carol standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing a silk dressing gown and slippers. Her hair was still wet from her shower and her face was without make-up.

"Yes Miss Carol, you asked for me?"

"Yes I did. You are my husband's personal maid; I want you to be the same for me. From now on whenever I'm in the house I want you near. Each morning I want you to wake me, help me get dressed, bring my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Is that clear?" Carol outlined to Angela.

"Yes Miss Carol, but don't you think I should also pick out your clothes and dress you?"

Carol stood still and a confused look crossed her face for a fraction of a second.

"Oh, and I want you to pick out my clothes and dress me each morning too." Carol echoed. She didn't know why she said it but the idea just popped into her head.

"Yes Miss Carol, but if you want me to dress you why are you dressed?"

Carol blushed when she heard the question. She had no idea of what to say, so she simply dropped her dressing gown on the floor and slipped out of the slippers. She was now naked in front of her rival/maid. 'God what's wrong with me. She's trying to steal my husband and now she's picking out my clothes and dressing me? How did this happen?'

Angela quickly took charge. "What are your plans for the rest of the day Miss Carol?"

Carol thought for a moment, she hadn't thought about it. She had expected to be gone for most of the day. She really didn't have plans for the afternoon after this morning's debacle.

"I'm not planning anything for this afternoon. I think the dressing gown would be fine." Carol answered.

"Well I think if you're just going to be around the house you should be dressed. Let's see what you have in your closet."

"Yes Miss Angela" Carol stated before she could stop herself. Carol watched as Angela walked into her enormous closet and perused her clothes. When she walked out, she was carrying only a tank top and a tube top. "How old are you? If I didn't know better, I would've thought it was my grandmother's closet."

Carol blushed and looked down at the floor. She loved her clothes and it made her angry that she was being spoken to in such a way. But Carol knew she instructed Angela to pick out her clothes and dress her so she simply let the comment go.

Angela stood at the entrance to the closet and waited for Carol to react. "Well what are you waiting for, come over here and let me dress you." She demanded.

Carol shuffled over to her maid and stood with her hands by her sides, waiting for Angela to dress her.

"Okay, raise your hands Miss Carol. I think this tank top and tube top goes well together. Don't you?"

"Yes, it does Miss Angela" Carol didn't know why she was now calling her maid Miss, "I agree they do go well together, but what about a skirt or pants?"

"Miss Carol, the tube top will be your skirt, here let me show you." Angela answered with a smile.

Carol gasped; she knew the top wasn't a skirt. It was barely 10 inches long and when stretched it was much shorter. But she had instructed Angela to pick out her clothes and dress her. And the tank top and tube top did go well together. Carol simply raised her feet one at a time and let Angela pull the tube top up her legs. The higher it went the shorter is was. By the time it was up to her hips it was only about 6 inches long and very tight. Almost any movement caused it to creep up and expose her quim.

Angela smiled at the compliant woman as she worked to cover her lady bits. If she pulled it down the crack of Carol's ass was showing. If she covered her ass crack, both her pussy and the bottom of her cheeks were clearly in view. Settling on exposing Carol's crack, Angela moved to put the tank top on. She pushed it up her arms and over her head and down her chest. The top was obviously old and very small. It was very tight and squeezed Carol's tits together showing a lot of cleavage. The top was designed to have something under it as the arm holes were very large. Carol's tits were close to falling out of them.

Carol blushed down to her toes. She looked at Angela and said, "There is no way I can walk around wearing this. I'm almost naked."

Angela smiled and ran her hands over Carol's body. The drugs were still in Carol's system and her body exploded in arousal. "Miss Carol, of course you can. You are the owner and we are your employees. You can wear whatever you wish.

Carol stood staring at the mirror; her face blank when she parroted back. "The hell with it, I own this place and I can wear whatever I want." She broke out into a big smile and thanked Angela.

"It's a beautiful day Miss Carol, maybe you should go for a walk around the grounds."

Carol stood for a moment then repeated Angela's suggestion. She headed for the door, her skirt was already working its way up and her ass was coming into view.

"You shouldn't pull the skirt down till you get back to this room. You need some sun down there." Angela suggested.

Carol walked out the door as a thought went through her head. 'I think I won't touch my skirt till I get back here. I need some sun anyway.'

As carol walked down the front stairs and to the front hall, everyone working there stopped and stared. Here was Miss Carol, Miss Prim and proper walking down the stairs dressed like a hooker. The short tube top had already worked its way up until it was now well above her crotch. Her entire ass and cunt were on full display. Her tits were swinging wildly beneath the tank top leaving no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra and threatening to fall out.

Carol was very humiliated but her mind wouldn't let her turn around and go back to her room. She needed to take a walk around the grounds. When she moved her hands to cover her privates, Misty walked around the corner.

"Oh, Hi Carol, I see you're dressed for some fun. But if you're dressed as you are, why cover yourself? You might as well keep your arms down."

Carol's mind was freaking out, her breaths were coming in short pants. Her entire body was aroused and she needed relief. But instead of doing something about it, she lowered her hands and continued walking down the stairs and out the front door.

Misty smiled when she looked up the stairs above her and saw Angela. She gave her the big thumbs up and followed her step mother out the door.

Carol was mortified at being outside almost naked. This was exactly what she tried to avoid when they got back from shopping. Now she was dressed even worse and she had done it to herself. With each service person she passed she lost a little more of her authority.

Carol stopped as her mind was trying to clear and turn around and go back upstairs when Misty walked up behind her.

"Hey Carol, I thought you wanted to go on a walk? Let's go to the barn, I'm sure you will love it."

Carol had almost broken free from the drug's effects when she heard Misty speak. The suggestion burrowed deep into her brain and she nodded and walked towards the barn.

"Your pussy is leaking, and it looks like it needs to be touched. Maybe you should touch it while you walk? Remember at the store, you should have relieved yourself before we went there."

Misty waited to see if her latest suggestion would take hold. She wondered if there would be a command that the drugs couldn't overcome the mind's control.

Carol took a few steps further down the path and Misty thought she had found the limit of the drug, when she noticed Carol's right hand sliding over to her pussy and caressing her lips. She smiled as she heard Carol first groan then moan as she pushed her hand further between her legs. By the time they got to the barn, Carol was openly masturbating and everyone was watching.

Misty almost came when all 6 men working in the barn got an erection at once. She leaned over and whispered in Carol's ear, "God if I were you, I'd be pinching my nipples."

Carol gasped and froze right in the middle of the barn. She was surrounded by the 6 men each watching her intently. Carol tried to stop her arm but the drugs were too strong to resist the suggestion. Soon her tits were exposed and her hand was pinching first one nipple then the other and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body.

Carol stood still, her legs parted and her right hand now had three fingers sliding inside her core. Her left hand was pinching and pulling her nipples and she was gasping for air. Carol didn't even comprehend what she was doing or where she was at. Her body needed relief and she needed it now. She closed her eyes and pumped her fingers faster and faster into her cunt as her thumb caressed her clit. Misty walked up behind the woman about to orgasm in front of the help and smacked her on the ass.

Carol squealed and opened her eyes. Before she could do a thing, Misty smacked her ass again. The sudden shock of pain cleared her head as she looked down at her body.

Misty took advantage of her confused step mother and yelled, "MOTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN'T COME OUT HERE AND BEAT OFF IN FRONT OF THE HELP. WHAT WOULD DAD SAY?"

Carol screamed as she fully realized what she was doing and how she was dressed or not dressed. She turned to run out the door and ran right into the biggest blackest man she had ever seen. She fell on her ass and stared up at the towering black man. Before she could look at his face, her eyes locked on the large bulge in his pants. Her body flushed with excitement as she wanted to tear open his pants and worship the black snake.

She sat there for a second, her legs spread wide before Misty grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"I think you should apologize to these men. You've paraded around masturbating and making them aroused with no way for any relief. Maybe you should ask how to help?"

Carol was sinking into a fog of arousal. Every word her step daughter said she parroted out to the men. She quietly stood waiting to hear what they would want.

The barn was deathly quiet till one of the older hands behind her said, "Miss Carol, I would like a blow job?"

Carol stood frozen, unable to move her face flushed with embarrassment and her body flushed with excitement. Misty slipped her hands to Carol's shoulders and gently pushed down. Carol didn't even notice the touch but simply dropped to her knees and stared at the ground.

Misty dropped behind her and whispered into the mindless woman kneeling in front of her. "Ask them if they would like to use your mouth to relieve their stress?"

Carol's eyes grew large and her breath quickened, but she slowly spoke, "May I relieve your stress with my mouth men?"

It didn't take long before there was a line in front of their nearly naked boss. The first in line was the man who asked for the blow job. He was almost 65 years old, black and out of shape. His belly well over his belt and his face covered in scraggly whiskers. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Even at his age it was impressive. Carol had no problem finding it below his large stomach.

Carol's mind was short circuiting from all the stimuli. The drugs not allowing her to resist any suggestion but her mind revolting as she slid her mouth around the smelly cock. Carol's body was out of control as she needed relief as bad as or even worse than any of the men. As she buried the cock deep into her mouth, her hand slid down to her crotch and started caressing her clit. She was losing herself in the depraved act of sucking off the 6 men who worked in the barn. The shear idea washed through her body and the orgasm that she needed exploded, squirting her essence all over the floor. The man whose cock was buried in her mouth watched and shot his seed down her throat. Carol pulled back when she felt the cock shoot his cum inside her mouth. She was still in the midst of her orgasm when the cock finished emptying the contents of his balls all over her face. Before Carol could do anything, another cock replaced the first. This one was shorter but thicker, and she could take the entire length without choking. Carol closed her eyes and enjoyed the aftershocks from her orgasm sucking on the cock like her favorite sucker.

It didn't take long till she felt the cock expand. Carol knew the signs of a man getting ready to climax and pulled the cock from her mouth. She replaced it with her hand rapidly stroking the organ pointed at her face. She was rewarded with his treasure and soon Carol's face was again covered in cum.

On and on it went for almost 45 minutes before Carol could suck all six men to climax. By the time she was done, her face and tits were covered in jism. She too had enjoyed every minute as she had brought herself off at least 6 times. Now exhausted and humiliated she felt Misty behind her pulling her to her feet. "Gee Mom, what's gotten into to you today? I mean besides the cocks. First you orgasmed at the store and now you're blowing the staff in the barn. Does Dad know you're such a horny slut when he's gone?"

Carol could only shake her head. She had never acted this way before and didn't know why she did today. But if word ever reached back to her husband, he would certainly divorce her.

Carol started to wipe her face with her top but Misty stopped her, "Oh no stop right there, if you act like a slut you might as well let everyone know it. Leave any cum on your face. You can wash it off when you get back to your room."

Carol dropped her hands and followed her step daughter out the barn door and towards the house. Her mind was going in several directions trying to understand how this had all happened.

Carol had no idea how she got back to her room when she woke the next morning. Her face and body were crusted with men's sperm. Not just men, but her employee's sperm. Her throat hurt and her pussy was still soaking wet. Never in her life had she experienced anything like yesterday. What made it all worse, was no one did it to her. She had done everything herself. There was no one forcing her, except her own body.

All she really remembered was her entire body was going crazy. Every touch, every word, every humiliation only made it worse. Even this morning, just washing her face caused her pussy to pulse. By the time she got out of the shower, all she could think of was how badly she needed to cum.

Carol walked out of her bathroom and rushed to her bed. Her fingers were already massaging her clit. She dropped her towel and slid her naked body on top of her covers and shoved three fingers deep inside. A loud moan escaped from somewhere deep inside her as she drew closer to what she hoped was an orgasm that would satisfy her body's cravings.

Carol was pounding her pussy, slamming her fingers deeper and deeper into her core, when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

Carol could barely speak as a surge of arousal filled her mind and body.

'Oh god no, not now.' She thought to herself. 'I can't stop now.' She groaned.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, someone knocked louder.

"NOT NOW, GO AWAY!" SHE SHOUTED.

"Miss Carol, it's Angela. I have your breakfast and your morning drink. I think you should let me in." Angela said and tried to stifle a chuckle.

Carol stopped in mid stroke. Her mind reacting to Angela's suggestion. She wanted, no needed to cum so bad, but instead, she slowly got up and walked to her door and opened it.

"A-A-Angela, Miss Angela, please come in." Carol stuttered and stepped away from the door. She could feel her body flush as she thought back to yesterday.

"Please Miss Angela, I don't know what happened yesterday but I really need to be alone today." Carol said her voice almost a whisper.

"But Miss Carol, you told me yesterday I need to be here. You said I needed to pick out your clothes and dress you. I'm only doing as you told me." Angela answered, smiling.

Carol stood there unable to speak. Her hips rocking back and forth humping an invisible cock her mind was visualizing. She looked at Angela and the tray of food she was holding. Yes, she had told her to be there. Yes, she had told her to pick out her clothes and dress her. But something was wrong. She didn't need anyone to dress her. She could do it on her own. I need to stop this went through her mind.

"Maybe you should eat breakfast first." Angela suggested.

Carol looked at her rival. She wanted to be alone so bad, but the food smelled so good and she was hungry.

"Okay," she whispered and walked back to her bed. She didn't even realize she was naked in front of her rival.

Carol slipped into bed and pulled a sheet over her body. Before she could move, Angela had placed the tray over her lap and smiled. "The orange juice was fresh squeezed this morning. I did it myself." Angela cooed.

Carol looked up at her maid and nodded, then grabbed the large glass and took a big drink.

She moaned as the ice-cold orange juice slid down her throat. The thick pulp reminded her of yesterday and drinking the stable hands man juice. Her body shivered at the thought.

"Miss Carol, I will be right outside the door when you need me. That is unless you want me in here?" Angela said as she turned to go out the door.

Carol nodded and Angela left the room. A few minutes later, Carol heard a knock at her door. "Yes, who is it?" she called out.

"It's Misty Carol. May I come in?" Misty called out.

"Not today Misty, I'm eating." She answered.

"Okay but I thought you might want to talk about things." Misty suggested.

Carol grabbed the almost empty glass of orange juice and finished it. Her mind was telling her to tell Misty to go away, but her mouth wasn't listening.

"Yes, please come in." Carol answered, her head shaking in disbelief.

Misty opened the door and walked over to her step mother. She had a huge grin on her face. She sat at the bottom of the bed and looked at Carol. She was eating her breakfast, the tray across her lap, and the sheet that was covering her breasts was now gathered around her waist.

"Well you had an interesting day yesterday." Misty said, her big smile got even bigger.

Carol blushed and looked down. "I don't know what happened yesterday. I can't believe I did those things." Carol mumbled.

"Well at least Angela is under control now. She's waiting outside the door now." Misty said.

"Misty, I can't do this. If Martin learns what I did yesterday he would leave me in an instant. What do I do Misty?" She asked, not even thinking about all the arguments they had in the past. Right now, she felt so alone.

"Carol, don't worry, we can fix this. Remember you're the boss and dad won't be home for weeks. I'm sure we can figure out a way to keep everyone quiet." Misty suggested.

"We can, but how?" Carol was again starting to feel the effects of the drugs.

"Well, I know that some of the staff don't really care for you. You have been pretty harsh. Maybe we can identify the ones who hate you and bribe them."

"What? Bribe them? But how much will that cost?" Carol asked.

"It depends on how much they hate you. If you're lucky maybe you can give them a break from their work. You know do some of their work and make them feel special." Misty suggested.

"Do their work? Me? Do their work?" Carol repeated Misty's suggestions.

"Yes, that just might work." Misty added.

"Okay but who should we start with? I mean how do I know which ones hate me?" Carol asked.

"Carol, you have the perfect person right outside your door to help you. Angela has worked here long enough to know who does and doesn't like you. You are already demanding her to be next to you all the time, use her." Misty said her voice smooth as silk.

Carol's mind was sucking in every word floating from Misty's mouth. As each word settled into her mind it was as if she were talking.

"Misty, have Angela come in. I have some questions for her." She said her eyes glassy.

"Sure Carol," Misty answered and giggled as she stood and walked to the door.

Misty opened the door and called Angela inside. Carol didn't notice when Angela walked by Misty and they exchanged nods. Her mind was on how to keep Martin from divorcing her.

Angela walked up to Carol's bed as Misty left the room. "Yes Miss Carol? Is there something you need? Are you ready to get dressed?" Angela asked, her voice low and submissive.

"Dressed? Oh yes in a minute." Carol answered her eyes glassy and her mind struggling to concentrate.

"I-I have a question for you." Carol said. "Yesterday was very strange and I need your help. I can't believe what I did and I need to fix it. I want you to tell me who of the staff hates me the most." Carol spit out what Misty suggested. In the back of her head she knew something wasn't right. She hated Angela. Why was she asking her for help?

Angela smiled and quickly answered. "Miss Carol, you can trust me. I will help you. All you have to do is what I say."

Carol's face showed her confusion. She wanted to say no, but everything in her being said trust Angela.

"I think I can trust you Angela. What would you suggest?" Carol murmured.

"Good girl, now let's get dressed and figure out your problems." Angela suggested.

"Yes, and please pick out my clothes and help get me get dressed. Please Miss Angela not so revealing today?" Carol asked again using Miss Angela.

"Yes, Miss Carol but you know I get to choose. If you're want to know who hates you, and make them like you, you're going to have to dress the part." Angela said with a slight chuckle. Carol nodded and slowly stood up.

* * * * * * * * *

Angela stood outside Carol's bedroom door. She had just delivered her breakfast including the laced OJ. She had no idea where Kirsten got the drugs or what was in them, but whatever it was had certainly fucked Carol up.

When Kirsten and Misty came to her with their plan to drive Carol out of the house and Angela knew this was her and Kirsten's way out of poverty and over to the rich side of the tracks.

One thing she knew about her daughter, she knew when opportunity knocks, you answer the fucking door. Misty's step mother never stood a chance. After today they wouldn't need drugs any more. It didn't matter if she obeyed or not. Her marriage with Martin was over. It was going to be so much fun to see how many perverted things they could do to her before Martin came home.

Angela stood there for a couple minutes. She saw Carol take a drink of the OJ, and knew it was only a matter of time before her mind and body succumbed to them. She walked up and down the hallway her body getting excited at what was planned for Carol today. She almost yipped when Misty walked up the stairs.

"Well? Did she drink the juice?" Misty asked.

"She sure did, not all of it but enough. She should be feeling the effects any minute now. Kirsten told me that after the first dose, it takes less and starts acting faster with each subsequent dose. I imagine she's one horny slut right about now." Angela laughed.

Misty knocked and talked her way inside Carol's bedroom. Angela walked over to the door and tried to listen but couldn't hear anything but muffled voices. A few minutes later, Misty opened the door and let her in.

Angela's body was so excited looking at the confused Carol still laying in bed. Her tits were uncovered and she didn't even notice. Just the thought of dominating the stupid bitch sent shivers up and down her body.

When Carol asked her who hated her, Angela's pussy gushed. It was all she could do to not grab the drug addled slut's head and shove it between her legs. Forcing her to eat her pussy and drink her juices. But now wasn't the time for that. Now it was to humiliate her in front of the entire staff. To completely tear down her self-esteem and strip her of any authority.

It was so easy to eliminate any resistance from her. Any time Carol questioned anything she said, all Angela had to do was replace that thought with one of her own.

It was only a couple minutes before she had Carol standing outside her closet naked and waiting to be dressed. Angela couldn't resist to walk around her mental captive caressing her skin as she slowly circled her prey. She felt like a lioness stalking her dinner.

Angela loved it as she raked her nails across Carol's back and watch her shiver. With each touch she could see Carol's body betray her causing her to moan and pant as her need to cum was becoming unbearable.

When Angela finally finished her trip around her submissive boss, she reached out with both hands and caressed Carol's tits. Her hands massaging the soft breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.

It wasn't long before Angela noticed Carols knees about to buckle and pulled away.

"OOOHHH GOD NO! PLEASE?" Carol groaned loudly.

"PLEASE?" Angela asked.

"PLEASE DON'T STOP." Carol begged.

"Why Miss Carol, what is wrong with you? I'm your personal maid not a concubine. I'm not that way!" Angela exclaimed.

Angela watched as her words filtered into the drug infused mind of Carol. She couldn't help but giggle as she watched her body flush from the humiliation.

"Oh god what is wrong with me. I'm so sorry Miss Angela. I don't know what is going on with me. Please forgive me." She cried.

"Well I'm offended, and a simple "I'm sorry" won't cut it." Angela barked.

"Please Miss Angela, let me make it up to you." Carol quickly answered. "Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you?" Carol said but her face showed her confusion.

"Hmm, maybe you should be punished." Angela suggested.

"Maybe you could punish me?" Carol parroted.

"Yes, that would do it." Angela answered and smiled. "But what kind of punishment should it be? Spanking?" Angela set the trap.

"Punishment? Spanking? Please Miss Angela, please spank me and teach me to be a good girl." Carol answered her voice wavering.

Angela listened to what Carol said and smiled when the slut added to be a good girl to the end of her statement.

"Yes, a spanking would work. Why don't you go over to the footboard and bend over it?" Angela suggested.

"Miss Angela, how about I bend over the footboard of my bed so you can give me a spanking?" Carol repeated Angela's suggestion, as she slowly stepped towards her own bed and draped her body over the end. Her ass sticking out begging to be smacked.

Angela stood there for a few seconds looking at the stupid slut who just asked her to spank her ass. She was so excited she was literally shaking. She started to walk towards her submissive boss but stopped. Smiling, she turned to Carol's dresser and picked up a wide flat wooden hairbrush and walked behind Carol's perfectly white ass.

Angela reached out and lightly caressed Carol's cheeks, massaging them and sliding her fingers ever closer to the crease between them.

Carol was starting to moan. The more Angela touched her the louder the moans. Angela loved every second of driving the slut crazy. She pinched each cheek harder and heard Carol gasp and cry out in pain. But just as quickly started to massage them again, and with each caress she moved her fingers closer to Carol's rear passage.

Carol was trembling as the switch between pain and pleasure was obviously driving her crazy.

Angela wanted to bring the slut to the edge of an orgasm before she started her spanking. She kept teasing her and pushing the slut closer and closer to a climax. Her fingers were now tracing the canyon between Carol's cheeks. With each pass pushing her fingers deeper and deeper until her nails raked across Carols brown star.

Carol head was thrashing back and forth and her breathing was like a she was giving birth, when Angela removed her finger, brought back the brush and brought down a viscous blow on Carol's unprepared white ass.

Angela jumped as the scream that came out of Carol, echoed off the walls and must have been heard throughout the house.

"AAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHH FFFUUUCCCKK?" Carol screamed.

Before she could recover Angela did it again. "To make sure you remember this you need to count the spanks!" Angela demanded.

SMACK!"

"THREE" Carol screamed.

"No slut you have to start at one!" Angela barked. She was loving every second of this. She hesitated for a few moments and slipped her fingers back between Carol's cheeks. First touching Carol's rear passage but pushing lower to her now dripping pussy.

Carol was completely out of control. The drugs controlling her mind and body had completely taken over.

Angela played with Carol's body for a few seconds until she was again on the edge and just as she pulled her fingers away, they were replaced with another visit from the brush.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...

She rained down three quick spanks on the now totally confused woman.

"OOOHHH GGGOOODD AAAAHHHHHGGGG" Was all the came out of her mouth.

Angela quickly returned her finger to Carol's quim. This time touching her clit. Carol's entire body jumped as her muscles clinched and her pussy gushed.

Angela quickly brought the brush down again only this time Carol didn't scream but her muscles convulsed as her body erupted with a massive orgasm.

Angela stood back and watched in fascination as the total bitch had been reduced to nothing more than a cum craving slut who got off on pain as well as pleasure. She waited for her to calm down before with an evil smile she growled.

"MISS CAROL, WHAT THE FUCK? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PUNISHMENT!"

Angela watched as Carol was still trembling from what must have been the biggest orgasm she had ever had, only to be brought back to the real world when it hit her what had just happened.

"YOU SLUT! YOU COULDN'T GET ME TO SATISFY YOU, SO YOU CONVINCED ME TO SPANK YOUR ASS UNTIL YOU ORGASMED? YOU SOULD BE ASHAMED!" Angela screamed.

Angela watched as Carol slid off the bed and down to the floor. She was totally defeated. She curled into a fetal position. Her face inches from Angela's nasty work flats she was required to wear per Carol's demands.

"Please Miss Angela, forgive me. I don't know what is happening to me. Please Miss Angela." Carol pleaded.

Angela smiled down at the broken slut and moved the toe of her right foot to Carol's lips. She didn't say a word but wanted to see what she would do. For a second nothing happened. She was just about to move her foot, when Carol's tongue slowly slipped from between her lips and touched the toe of Angela's shoe.

Angela gasped as she stood there and watched as Carol licked the nasty shoe. Slowly at first, but the more she licked the more effort she put into the disgusting task of cleaning Angela's shoe.

"You are so nasty slut. You don't deserve to be called by your name." Angela growled and pulled her foot back. Carol was crying but her mouth followed the shoe as it pulled away.

"Get up slut, it's time you got to work." Angela demanded as she turned toward Carol's closet.

Carol slowly tried to get up, but her muscles must not have been ready to function. She managed to get to her knees and crawled after Angela. Once she was outside her closet, she waited for her now demanding Mistress to go inside and bring out what she was to wear.

Angela walked into Carol's closet and grabbed a bag of clothes from the store they visited yesterday. She reached inside and pulled out an almost transparent top that would barely cover her tits. Then grabbed what was supposed to be a skirt but was more like a loin cloth. It consisted of two cloth panels, each about ten inches wide and a foot long. Each of the panels had strings attached to the top corners and would tie around the waist. The pink material was so thin that any breeze would expose anything they covered.

Angela reached down and grabbed Carol's hand and pulled her to the feet. Carol eyes were open but she didn't appear to even know where she was. Angela helped her to raise her hands and pulled down the thin pink crop top over Carol's head and covered her chest, but just barely.

Carol didn't resist, she didn't speak, she just stood with a blank look in her eyes.

A few minutes later, Angela grabbed Carol's hand and pulled her towards the bedroom door. She smiled at what was in store for the defeated slut following behind her.




Step Mother Ch. 03

"Get up slut, it's time you got to work." Angela demanded as she turned toward Carol's closet.

Carol slowly tried to get up, but her muscles must not have been ready to function. She managed to get to her knees and crawled after Angela. Once she was outside her closet, she waited for her now demanding Mistress to go inside and bring out what she was to wear.

Angela walked into Carol's closet and grabbed a bag of clothes from the store they visited yesterday. She reached inside and pulled out an almost transparent top that would barely cover her tits. Then grabbed what was supposed to be a skirt but was more like a loin cloth. It consisted of two cloth panels, each about ten inches wide and a foot long. Each of the panels had strings attached to the top corners and would tie around the waist. The pink material was so thin that any breeze would expose anything they covered.

Angela reached down and grabbed Carol's hand and pulled her to the feet. Carol eyes were open but she didn't appear to even know where she was. Angela helped her to raise her hands and pulled down the thin pink crop top over Carol's head and covered her chest, but just barely.

Carol didn't resist, she didn't speak, she just stood with a blank look in her eyes.

A few minutes later, Angela grabbed Carol's hand and pulled her towards the bedroom door. She smiled at what was in store for the defeated slut following behind her.

* * * * * * * *

Misty headed downstairs after she left Angela with Carol. She wanted to create a list of suggestions for Carol to read. Somewhere she found a document titled 'Requirements for a Slave' or something like that. She decided she could use some of those but title it "How to not lose your man"

She thought if she gave it to Carol while she was still under the effects of the drugs the suggestions would take hold and when the drugs wore off, she wouldn't think they were from Angela, Kirsten, or me, she thought.

She was sitting at the computer in the family room when Angela and Carol walked down the stairs. She almost laughed when she saw what Angela had her wearing. Misty turned her attention back to her paper and started to cut and paste.

Guide to not losing your Husband

8 Basic suggestions to keep his attention

1. A Wife should always dress to capture his attention.

2. A Wife should exercise to keep themselves as attractive as possible.

3. A Wife should train their bodies to give their husbands maximum satisfaction.

4. A Wife should always be available to meet the needs of their husbands.

5. A Wife should always be aware of when additional help is required to keep him satisfied.

6. A wife should never be ashamed or reluctant to expose her body if it pleases her husband.

7. A wife should always defer to her husband as he is the head of household.

8. A wife will accept any punishments when she disobeys any instructions.

Misty sat back and reread the list. She smiled as her mind was thinking about how they could use those suggestions to push Carol deeper into submission. She already knew that with what she had already done, Dad would divorce her. But they had some time and it would be fun to strip all her dignity away, leaving her a submissive slut.

Misty smiled and started to edit the list and put it into a format that looked like a magazine article. She grabbed a page out of Cosmopolitan and inserted her list on the page. By the time, she finished you couldn't tell it was totally fabricated.

* * * * * * * * *

Carol followed Angela down the stairs. Something in the back of her head said this was wrong. She hated Angela and agreed with Misty about keeping her close. But now Angela was dressing her and instructing her how to dress, and now leading her to the employees that hated her the most. Carol tried to concentrate but for the last two days ago, her mind had been so foggy.

She looked down and saw what she was wearing and cringed. Why am I wearing this, flashed through her head, but a second later she remembered what she did yesterday. She had to bribe the staff to keep them from telling Martin. Shaking her head and wiping a tear from her cheek, she followed Angela towards the kitchen.

Just before they entered the kitchen, Angela stopped and turned to Carol.

"Look Miss Carol, I would suggest you do everything you can to please Helen. She is the staff supervisor and really doesn't like you." She said as she adjusted Carol's top and skirt.

Carol gasped as Angela's touches were sending her body into overdrive. Her nipples stood out like thimbles showing clearly beneath her top. When Angela smoothed out her skirt Carols clit throbbed. While all this was going on, the words she spoke filled Carol's head.

"I-I-I need to please Helen. She hates me and is the staff supervisor." Carol mumbled.

Carol looked up at Angela and saw her smile. "Good girl." Echoed in Carol's head.

Angela turned, opened the kitchen door and walked in. Carol followed close behind her head down not wanting to see who was there.

Angela stopped and called out, "Does anyone know where Miss Helen is?" She asked.

Carol heard several gasps and she assumed it was the kitchen staff. She heard a voice from across the room. "I think she is in the staff office."

"Thank you." Angela answered as she reached out and took Carol's hand. "Follow me slut, and if I were you, I would do anything and everything I was told if you want to keep your secret." Angela whispered.

Carol nodded, took a deep breath and followed Angela into the staff office.

"Hey Miss Helen, someone wants to talk to you." Angela announced.

Miss Helen was a very large black woman. She was five foot ten inches tall and weighed probably over two hundred pounds. She was fifty-five years old and had worked hard all her life. She had worked for Martin and his family for the last thirty years, first for his mother and father, and then for him when they passed away. Carol was intimidated by the woman from the first time she met her. There was no way she could ever fire her, but that didn't mean she couldn't make her miserable enough to quit. However, no matter whatever Carol demanded, Helen took it and never talked back.

Carol knew that Helen hated her and now she was in front of her, dressed like a slut and was about to beg her to keep secret her behavior in the barn yesterday. Despite her best efforts, she was trembling as she stood in front of her.

Miss Helen looked up from the reports on her desk and almost laughed at the sight of Carol.

"Miss Carol!" She snickered, "What may I ask can I do for you?" Helen growled.

"H-H-Helen," Carol stuttered. "I-I-I need your help. I'm afraid that I seemed to have lost control yesterday." She stuttered.

"Oh, is that what you call it? Losing control? Sucking off a half a dozen men in the barn is losing control?" Helen smirked.

"Helen, I don't know how it happened but it did. That's not like me and I am having trouble believing it did. You know me, have you ever seen me act like that in the past?" Carol tried to explain.

"Miss Carol, I don't care if you fuck the entire staff. That's entirely up to you. However, when Master Martin comes home you can bet your white trophy ass I'm going to tell him. Now you can fire me but I'll still tell him. And just so you know, there are pictures, and I have his personal cell number." Helen barked.

Carol felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on her as she listened to Helen speak.

"Please Miss Helen, don't do that. Please." Carol started to beg.

"Now why would I do that. You have made my life here so fucking difficult since you arrived, and took pleasure doing it. Why the fuck would I even consider giving you a break?" Helen was now angry as her face turned dark red. She stood up from her chair and towered over the trembling Carol.

"Please Miss Helen, just tell me what you want me to do to keep you from telling Martin? I'll do anything! Please I'm begging you." Carol cried as her knees gave out and was now kneeling in front of the huge woman towering over her.

"Hmmm... So, you need me to cover your ass, do you? What are you willing to do for me to keep my silence? But not only my silence but what about the rest of the staff?" Helen smirked.

"I-I-I could give you a raise? I can't give you too much from the payroll. Martin would notice, but I have some discretionary funds I can pay you out of that. No taxes?" Carol suggested.

"Money? You expect money to buy your way out of this? Are you going to give raises to the rest of the staff too?" Helen barked.

"I can't do that! Martin would know and I don't have enough money to go around. Please Miss Helen what do you want?" Carol begged.

"Well as a suggestion, from now until Martin comes back, you would be the staff slave. You will do whatever they want regardless of what it is." Helen growled.

"A SLAVE TO THE STAFF!" Carol yelled. "Please Miss Helen not that."

"Well then your time here is over. Get out of my office." Helen barked and sat down.

Angela had watched it all and smiled. She leaned in and whispered into Carol's ear. "You might want to reconsider your decision."

Carol knelt there for a few moments as her brain took in Angela's comment. "Miss Helen, I will do it. But will it keep the secret?" She asked.

"It depends on if you're a good little slave and do what you're told."

"Yes, Miss Helen, I will do as I'm told." Carol said her voice weak and hardly above a whisper.

"From now on you will address me as Mistress, or Mistress Helen. You will address the rest of the staff as Sir or Ma'am. If you hesitate or don't do a task as required you will be assigned a punishment, just as the staff has in the past. Your punishment can include corporal punishments, humiliations, denial of privileges, or sexual punishments.

Each day I will assign you to a staff member or group of staff members for a period of time. You will kneel in front of them and tell them you are their slave during that time. You will obey them completely, without hesitation and do any tasks to their satisfaction. At the end of that period, I will direct you to your next task. The person or persons will tell me of your performance and if you have earned any punishments. I will either assign your punishment at that time or accumulate them and give them all to you at the end of the day. Do you understand slave?" Mistress Helen growled.

"Yes. Mistress Helen." Carol whimpered.

"Good, now for some basic rules that you will obey regardless of your task.

1. You must ask to use the restroom.

2. You will not be allowed any sexual satisfaction. NO CLIMAXES PERIOD!

3. You are not allowed to clean your body unless given permission.

4. You will sleep in the staff bathroom for the duration.

Do you understand these rules?" Mistress Helen demanded.

Carol gasped as Mistress recited her new rules. She looked up at Helen. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Yes Mistress." Her voice cracking.

"Good, for your first task you are mine. Follow me." Helen demanded as she stood and walked out of the staff office.

Carol started to stand but Helen turned and barked. "Crawl slut!" She barked.

Carol rolled over to her hands and knees and crawled after her new Mistress. As she left the room, she heard Angela laughing behind her.

Helen led the crawling slave to the rear of the house to the staff bathroom. "I doubt you have ever been in here have you?" Helen smirked.

"No Mistress."

"Well per your directive, all staff members are only allowed to use this room to relieve themselves. It smells terrible doesn't it?" Helen laughed.

"Yes Mistress."

"Well not only is this place disgusting, it's your new bedroom. I will give you a towel to sleep on, but that isn't why we're here. You see you got pissed off one day saying the staff is using too much water, and now we are only allowed to flush the toilet once in the morning and once in the afternoon. There is only one staff restroom for both men and women. So, you can imagine it can get pretty nasty in here. The floor hasn't been mopped for a long time. You are to go get your toothbrush and clean the floor." Helen gushed as she walked over to the toilet.

"You're lucky it looks like only a couple persons have pissed in it. Because you will use the toilet water to clean the floor. I would suggest you make it quick because at first break there will be men coming in and no one wants to use it when they are done." Helen laughed and walked out of the room, leaving Carol kneeling in the middle of the room in shock.

Angela was just outside the door and heard everything. She smiled at Helen as she walked past her and stepped inside the nasty room.

"Wow slave, I guess she really doesn't like you." Angela laughed. "It's 8:30 and break is in an hour. I would suggest you get your ass in gear and get it cleaned before the men show up." Angela gushed and walked out.

Carol gasped and quickly jumped up and ran upstairs to her private bath. She grabbed her toothbrush and ran back to the staff restroom. She dropped to her knees and crawled across the nasty floor to the toilet. She looked in a gagged. It was dark yellow but there was no shit floating in the water.

She gagged as she slowly reached in and dipped her toothbrush into the rank water. It was everything she could do to now throw up. But she managed to keep her breakfast down and started to scrub the floor.

Carol scrubbed around the toilet. The floor was especially nasty there. It took a while but she managed to scrub most of the floor in about 45 minutes. That is when she heard a noise behind her. Carol turned and saw Mistress Helen behind her.

"Jesus it smells worse in here than before you mopped it. Did you at least flush the toilet before you started?"

"No Mistress." Carol answered.

"Are you stupid? You mopped the floor with piss! You are the boss; you can flush the toilet anytime you wish." Helen barked. "Now finish up and make sure you dry the floor too." She barked. "You can do it again tomorrow. Oh, I hope you like how your toothbrush tastes now." Helen laughed.

"Mistress what do I dry it with?" Carol asked.

"I don't care, use your top or skirt. But in about fifteen minutes the men will be showing up." Helen continued laughing as she walked away.

Carol was shocked. She had just scrubbed the entire floor with piss water and now she had to dry it with her clothes. Crying, she pulled her skirt off and started to dry the floor. Soon her skirt was saturated so she crawled to the toilet and wrung it out. Just as the first man showed up, Carol was crawling out of the room, her naked ass in plain view.

Mistress Helen was following the man and barked. "Slave, what are you doing half naked. Put on your skirt." She demanded.

Carol dropped her head and mumbled, "Yes Mistress. She slowly pulled the piss water saturated skirt up her legs and over her hips. Crying she looked up at her Mistress and said, "I'm finished Mistress."

"Follow me slave." Helen growled and headed back towards the kitchen.

Carol followed her new Mistress her mind confused at what had happened to her and what it would take to get out of it. Carol followed Mistress Helen down the hall and as soon as they arrived in the kitchen, she saw Misty and Angela standing by the large island in the middle of the room.

"Slave, Miss Misty has asked for you to accompany her for the afternoon. Seeing as it's your first day I agreed. I expect you back here in time for dinner. You will be eating the staff for dinner." Helen laughed and walked back to her office.

Carol didn't say a word. She looked around the kitchen and several of the kitchen staff were openly laughing. She glanced at Misty and cried. "Please Misty take me out of here."

"Come along mother, I have something to show you." Misty gushed as she turned and headed back into the main part of the house.

Carol followed close behind. She wanted to get as far away from Mistress Helen as she could.

"Gee mom, you look like shit and smell bad too. What did you do?" Misty asked and touched Carol's cheek, wiping away a tear.

Just that brief touch sent shivers out from her cheek and down to her nipples. Carol gasped and started to bawl. "Oh Misty, Helen is demanding I be a slave until Martin comes back. She had me scrub the staff bathroom floor with my toothbrush. Then I had to dry the floor with my skirt. It was awful Misty."

"Well after yesterday I'm not surprised. You know you have been pretty mean to her. Oh well that's what happens when you act like a slut." Misty said her voice stern.

Carol just looked at the floor and waited. She had no excuse or possible answer to her step daughter's comment.

"Now mom, I know you wanted to get dad's attention, and that's why Kirsten and I agreed to help you. So, I have something to show you that might give you some guidelines to help. I found an article in Cosmo that I think will help you. It's a few rules that you might want to follow to get dad's attention when he gets home. That's providing you do as Miss Helen tells you." Misty said struggling to keep from laughing out loud.

Carol looked up at Misty and nodded. She looked behind her and asked. "Where is Angela? We can't let her know of our plan." Carol said her voice barely over a whisper.

"Miss Helen has her doing other things right now. That's why I asked to have you this afternoon. She will be busy and we can work out what we need to do." Misty said and handed Carol the fake article.

"Thank you so much Misty. I don't know if I could survive without your help." Carol answered and gave Misty a hug.

"Oh god mom you're gross, don't touch me. You smell like piss." Misty barked. "Now read this and I would suggest you consider following all the rules."

Carol nodded and took the article and sat down to read it. After the first couple paragraphs, she started to gasp. She looked up at Misty, her face a mix of confusion and fear.

"Keep reading, the rules are at the end." Misty demanded.

Carol nodded and went back to reading. A minute or so later she stopped and stared at the page.

"Are you reading the rules?" Misty asked. Carol's eyes were glossy and her face blank. "Yes," She whispered.

"Read them to me." Misty ordered.

"Yes Misty," Carol answered

"A Wife should always dress to capture his attention.

A Wife should exercise to keep themselves as attractive as possible.

How do I attract his attention? He hardly even looks at me now. And with me having to be a slave to the staff I won't have time to exercise?" Carol said looking at Misty.

"Well first the new clothes we bought the other day will certainly get him looking, and maybe doing all the work will be enough exercise." Misty suggested.

"A Wife should train their bodies to give their husbands maximum satisfaction. A Wife should always be available to meet the needs of their husbands." Carol continued.

"Misty what about those rules? I have never really liked sex very much. And to be available..." She groaned.

"Now Carol that's the point you need to fight fire with fire. If you think Angela is seducing dad, you need to keep him happy and he won't care about her." Misty gushed. "I have some ideas on what you need to do to learn about satisfying dad." Misty giggled.

"A Wife should always be aware of when additional help is required to keep him satisfied."

"A wife should never be ashamed or reluctant to expose her body if it pleases her husband." Carol read the next two rules and blushed.

"I should ask for help, and strip whenever he wants?" Carol whispered. "I can't do that. It would be so humiliating. Are you sure this is the way to go?"

"Mom I didn't write this. It was published in Cosmo. They did research into pleasing a husband so they must know something." Misty gushed.

Carol looked at her and nodded. Her face showing her confusion. Not knowing it was the drug's effects that were making her accept Misty's answers.

"A wife should always defer to her husband as he is the head of household. A wife will accept any punishments when she disobeys any instructions."

"I will obey him and let him punish me." Carol said as the rules were now firmly planted in her brain.

"That's right mom, you will obey and accept any punishments." Misty stated.

"Yes Misty." Carol answered.

"Great, seeing as you are mine for the afternoon, let's get started." Misty gushed. "Follow me mom."

* * * * * * * * * *

Misty watched as Carol followed close behind her. She noticed that by the time Carol finished reading the rules from the fake article she wasn't questioning them but clearly declaring her obedience to them. She smiled and headed for her bedroom and the surprises she had ready for her slut stepmother.

Misty opened the door to her room and motioned for Carol to enter. "Go stand in the middle of the room mom." She ordered. Carol nodded and did as told. "Now we need to start your training. As I said before, your new clothes should cover rule one, and you working for the staff will cover rule two. But rule three we need to start working on. What is rule three mommy?" Misty asked.

"A Wife should train their bodies to give their husbands maximum satisfaction." Carol recited.

"Correct," Misty smirked. "Now, in order to give dad, the maximum pleasure, you need to strengthen your Kegel muscles in your dripping pussy. I have the perfect thing to train them." Misty gushed as she reached in a bag sitting on her bed and pulled out a small box about four inches square and opened it.

She watched Carol's face closely as she pulled out two balls about the size of golf balls connected with a string. Carol looked at the balls but didn't say a word.

"Now these are called BenWa balls. You insert them into your pussy and hold them there. You grip them with your Kegel muscles and hold them in. Do not drop them or you will be punished if you do." Misty instructed.

Carol's mouth dropped. "I have to put those in me?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, so when Daddy fucks you, you can grip his cock and really make him happy." Misty giggled. "It's easy and no one will know that while you're working, you're also training to keep Dad happy." Misty smiled and handed the two balls to her step mother.

"O-Okay," Carol answered and held the balls in the palm of her hand. "They're pretty big!" She added.

"Oh you'll get used to them. So, from now on, you will have these in your cunt from the time you get up until you go to bed, agreed?" Misty asked.

"Yes Misty, I'll try." Carol answered.

"In order to make it easy to put them in, you first have to get them wet. Put the balls in your mouth and get them nice and wet. Before you put them in each day you will always put them in your mouth. Also, to keep them clean you will do the same whenever you pull them out. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Misty." Carol answered, her mouth slowly opening and slipping the balls inside.

Misty chuckled when she looked at her mother with her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk eating dinner. "Now get them really wet, then slip them into you pussy." Misty continued.

Carol rolled the large balls in her mouth for a few moments before pulling them out and slowly dropping her hand to her pussy. She looked at Misty but didn't hesitate. A few seconds later she pushed the first ball inside her core.

"OH GOD, IT'S SO BIG!" SHE GASPED.

"Of course it feels big right now, but soon you will hardly notice them." Misty snickered. "Remember you have to hold them inside you for the training to work. Plus, you don't want to earn a punishment." Misty said.

Carol nodded and pushed the second ball to her entrance. Carol grunted as she pushed hard and the second ball slipped inside her pussy. Misty watched as Carole's knees almost buckled.

"Good girl, just think by the time Dad gets home in a couple weeks you can surprise him at how well you can please him."

Carol groaned but couldn't say anything as her tight pussy adjusted to the size of large balls now buried deep inside her.

"Carol, I know this is difficult but you need to walk around a bit and get used to them. Trust me it will get easier the longer they are inside."

Carol panted and nodded her head. She slowly stepped forward and took a step. She grimaced as she stepped, her body must have not adjusted to the size yet. Slowly Carol walked around Misty's bedroom, taking step after step. It took a couple trips around the room before she started to walk normally. When she started the third trip around the room, her expression changed. By the time, she finished the fourth trip, Carol face was flushed and her breathing was coming in short pants.

"Miss Misty, these balls..." She groaned.

"What's the matter mommy?" Misty answered her mouth curled into a cruel smirk.

"Oh god Misty, I can't take it, please can I take them out?" Carol breathed.

"No, absolutely not. They stay in the rest of the day and all day every day. We only have two weeks to train that cunt of yours. Oh, and remember no climaxes per Mistress Helen." Misty laughed as she watched Carol struggle to control her body.

"Oh my god, there's no way I can do this. Please Miss Misty, there must be some other way." Carol begged.

"SLAVE, REMEMBER YOUR RULES." Misty yelled. You want to disobey a rule to start your day? I would have to tell Mistress Helen and you will be punished if you cum." Misty growled.

Carol groaned and shook her head.

"Good now the next part of your training. Now bend over and spread your cheeks." Misty barked.

Carol slowly bent at the waist and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Misty almost laughed as she watched her step mother expose her most private parts.

"You need to be able to use all of your body to make Daddy happy. So, hold still and we will continue." Misty demanded as she pulled out an anal plug from the bag. Carol had no idea what was about to happen as she faced forward. He eyes closed. Misty poured some lube on the small plug and stepped up to Carol's exposed brown star. She smacked Carol's ass to get her attention and lined up the plug to Carol's virgin ass and pushed.

"AAAHHAHHGGAHH" CAROL SCREAMED.

Misty pulled back a bit and growled, "Quit screaming slut, this is a small plug. By the time we finish when dad gets home you will be able to take his whole cock without so much as a whimper." She growled and pushed again. This time the plug slipped into Carol's ass and locked in place.

Carol was crying and moaning as the twin sensations bombarded her mind and body.

"Now continue walking. You can't just stand there. You need to be able to work with your holes filled.

Carol groaned and slowly stood and started to walk again. Only this time she waddled like a duck as her pussy and ass were filled to the brim. Misty knew her stepmother was in pain but also knew the balls would soon be working their magic and driving her crazy.

For the next few hours Misty had Carol walk, jump and run around her room. She pushed Carol to the edge over and over, time after time, each time stopping her just before her body exploded. Carol could no longer talk, the only thing coming out of her mouth were moans, groans, and screams as Misty kept torturing her. At the end of the second hour, Misty started to slowly strip. Thirty minutes later she was naked on the bed.

Carol's legs no longer could hold her up and now she was crawling around the room like a trained puppy.

"God mommy you are so hot. I'm so horny I need to cum. Oh, mommy I'm so wet. Crawl faster mommy?" Misty yelled. "You can't stop until I cum mommy."

Carol was out of her mind. Her daughter was egging her on and her body was on fire. She finally screamed, "OOOHHHH GGGOOODDDD MISTY! PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE IN ANYMOREEEE!""

"Oh, no mommy you can't stop now, I need to cum first." Misty said her voice dripping with contempt.

Carol crawled around the room. With each step her body trembling with need, craving relief. She turned to look at her stepdaughter. She was on the edge of the bed her legs spread wide and her fingers spreading her pussy open. She was smiling at her humiliated and hated stepmother crawling on the floor, Carol's desperation clearly showing on her face. She smiled down at her and watched as Carol turned towards her and almost collapsed to the floor. In what appeared to be her last bit of strength, crawled between Misty's legs and licked her dripping pussy.

Misty almost screamed when she felt Carol's tongue touch her pussy. She leaned back, grabbed behind her knees and pulled her knees to her chest.

"OH MOMMY! WHO KNEW YOU WERE A LESBIAN! AND EATING YOUR OWN STEPDAUGHTER TOO!" Misty yelled.

"You are such a slut mommy! Do I taste good Mommy? I never knew you wanted me this way. God what a slut." Misty barked, humiliating the desperate woman eating her own step daughter.

"Don't forget my ass mommy, I love it when I get my ass licked. I always cum so quick when I feel a tongue up my ass." Misty gushed.

A second later she felt Carol's tongue touch her sphincter and moaned. "Oh, yes mommy, I didn't know you liked to eat ass. Push that slutty tongue in there. Fuck my ass with your incestuous tongue." Misty wanted to humiliate her hated stepmother.

It didn't take long before Misty screamed, "I'm coming mommy!" As her body exploded with a massive orgasm. Her body convulsing and squirting her pussy juice all over her humiliated mother, coating her entire face.

Misty dropped her legs and Carol collapsed to the floor in a fetal position. It took Misty a few minutes before she could move. She slowly moved her exhausted body and rolled to the edge of the bed, looking down at the sobbing Carol.

"Well mommy, our time is just about over. You have fifteen minutes before I need to turn you over to Mistress Helen. Rest for now slave, I think you're going to need it." Misty smirked.

