A WHORE IS BORN CH - 06

Debbie had been fucked several times by the General before Alice, her young teenage daughter, witnessed her mother taking the General's enormous cock up her arse. It had all happened just a few days ago. Alice, a keen violinist, had been due to appear in her school concert. Her mother would normally have come along to see her daughter perform but, for the first time, she said that she could not make it due to an urgent meeting at her church. A devout church goer herself, she understood how important this would have been and did not object when her mother was forced to cancel. She had hoped her father could come along but he was away in Iraq on urgent military business. The concert had been due to start at 7pm and last for 2 hours. She was not due back home until at least 9.30pm. However, by 6.30pm, things were not looking good for Alice. She had been feeling under the weather all day, but had hoped that the queasiness would eventually pass. It hadn't. Instead she got worse, so much so that the poor girl was a shivering wreck when it came to performance time. Her teacher, having seen the state she was, had little choice but to order Alice home early and for the teacher to take her place. Reluctantly she agreed and, having decided it was best not to call her mother away from her important church meeting, she took the bus home. When she got home, at first she noticed nothing untoward. Just as it should have been, the house seemed to be empty. Alice removed her jacket, put away her violin case in the downstairs cupboard and started to make her way towards the kitchen in order to make herself a warm drink. However, before she could even get to the kitchen, she heard a noise coming from upstairs. It was the sound of someone moving. She stopped what she was doing to check if she was imagining it. More noises could be heard. Someone was in the house. She naturally assumed it was her mother. She must have returned from church early. Just as she was about to open her mouth to let her mother know she was home, she heard a voice. A man's voice! “Oh yeah, that's good…” Alice froze with fear. Her father was still away in Iraq. She knew that because he had called her to wish her luck for the concert just an hour or so ago. The only obvious conclusion was that there was an intruder in the house. She must get out. Quickly. She turned to make her way towards the front door, she had no intention of confronting the intruder. she could call the police when she was safely outside. As she reached the door and slowly began to turn the handle so as not to disturb the intruder, she heard him speak once more: “Oh, yes, that's it, bitch, take that! Take that!” Now, Alice may have been an innocent teenage virgin, but she was still streetwise enough to know that burglars did not necessarily talk that way when they were robbing someone's house. Alice now had the door open, she was able to leave but what the man had just said made her wait a moment. Curiosity was getting the better of her. And we all know what happens to a cat when they become curious! “Oh yes bitch, oh yes bitch…” The man was clearly talking to someone, but to whom? And what could he be doing to talk in such a vulgar manner, the innocent teenage beauty wondered? Things got more confusing with what came next. “Oh God, that is so big, p-please, be gentle…” It was a woman's voice! And furthermore, Debbie swore she recognised it. “Oh, p-please not there, it is too big… Oh it hurts! It is so big…” My God! That was the voice of her mother! And she sounded like she was in trouble… Debbie shut the door and turned around. Her natural reaction was to save her mother. Clearly she was being attacked by whoever was in the house and it was her duty to go and help. But how? She was just a schoolgirl. She could call the police, but that would take too long. Whatever horrible things this man was doing to her mother, Alice needed to stop. And stop now. Frantically she thought about what she could do. She needed something to threaten this man. Quickly she went into the kitchen to get a knife and then she began to make her way upstairs. She was terrified, but she knew what she had to do. As she did, the voices got louder. “Take that bitch!” “Oh, please… Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her mother was clearly in big trouble. She reached the top of the stairs and could hear noises coming from her parent's bedroom. The door was ajar. She was moments away from saving her mother. But then… “Oh you love it bitch, don't you?” “Oh God yes, I love it…” “Tell me how much you love my big cock in your arse, you dirty whore!” “Oh Master, I love your big cock in my @ss! Oh I love the way you fuck me there and treat me like your dirty whore. Oh Master, take me harder! Fuck me harder. Oh yes, Master, like that fuck my @ss Master, oh fuck me hard…” Alice froze with shock. She was confused. Why was her mother saying these things to her attacker? She must have been forced to talk in such a disgusting way, she told herself. “Take that you dirty whore! Take my big cock in you married little @ss…” There then followed the sound of a hand smacking flesh. “Oh! Spank me harder! Spank me harder!” What was going on there, the naïve teenager asked herself? Alice now reached the doorway. The door was three quarters closed. Her immediate reaction was to storm in there and confronts the attacker, thus saving her mother from her awful ordeal. She grabbed hold of the door handle and was about to burst when… “Oh your cock is so much bigger than my husband's I love it! Oh yes, I love the way you and your friends fuck me. Oh God, I love it, I love being your dirty whore! Oh yes! Yes! Yes…” Alice was shocked by what she was hearing. Could it really be the case that her mother was actually consenting to this, that she was being unfaithful to her husband, Alice's lovely father? That was too bitter an outcome for Alice to accept but, as the sound of her mother's activities got louder, and her mother's howls of joy pierced the poor teenager's ears, Alice decided that she needed to be sure that her mother was indeed being attacked before she stormed. So, ever so carefully, she peered around the door and looked into her parent's bedroom… The sight that confronted her confirmed the poor teenager's worst fears. Her parents bed was positioned a good 12 feet away from the door, at the opposite side of the bedroom. It did however directly face the door giving Alice a perfect view of what was going on. On the bed lay a naked man and on top of him was her mother who was riding him cowgirl style. She had her back to the door and so could not see her daughter looking. The way she was fucking the General's cock also meant that his face remained hidden from Alice. Alice, assuming that her presence had gone unnoticed, moved to stand in the doorway in order to get a better view. Initially she focussed on just her mother who was wearing nothing other than black stockings and suspenders which were tied to a suspender belt; she had her hands on the back of her head as she screamed out. The man's enormous cock appeared to be sliding in and out of her mother's arse. As he fucked her arse, his hands were reaching upwards playing with her enormous breasts. Her bottom was a dark shade of red, no doubt caused by the spanking Alice had heard earlier. “Oh fuck me Master, fuck me harder! I am close, Master, I am close…” This was the moment Alice knew for sure that her mother was an unfaithful whore. Her mother's head began to roll about as she was close to cumming. The man's hands moved from her breasts and he began to spank her bottom. This elicited more groans of joy. Alice meanwhile had stood motionless in the doorway, utterly mesmerised and horrified by the debauched activities happening just several feet away from her. She still did not know what to do. She wanted to storm in and confront her mother. Scream at her. Ask her what she was doing and how could she betray her husband, Alice's father, in such a horrible way. But she didn't. Some terrible force was preventing her from doing the right thing. “Spank me master. Spank me!” Her mother screamed out, oblivious to her daughter's presence. And the man did. And he spanked her hard with the sound of hand on bottom flesh reverberated around the room. Alice had all the while been focusing on her mother but now looked to see who the man was. Unfortunately for her, his face was totally obscured by her mother. He was faceless, although his cock almost certainly was not. Alice looked at it. It was huge. She still may have been a virgin and had never seen a man's cock before, but even she could tell that this was big. Very big. It must a been at least 10-11 inches long although she could not be sure since it kept on disappearing up her mother's bottom. “Oh Master, that is so good! Oh Master, I am cumming, I am cumming… Oh!!!” As her mother came, Alice, distraught and disgusted by what she had just witnessed, silently moved away from the door, tears now streaming down her cheeks and hurried outside, still convinced neither her mother nor her lover had seen her… She was wrong. Although the General never got to see Alice's face, he knew who it was standing at the doorway. You see when the poor girl had foolishly opened the door to get a better view, the General was able to see past Debbie and note that someone was standing there, although much of her, including her, face remained hidden. At first he had thought it was Debbie's husband, but then he recalled he had only sent him to Iraq a couple of days ago and was not due to return until the end of the week. And when he saw part of a grey pleated skirt and white shirt, he put two and two together and got Alice. Her presence of course did nothing to stop him from fucking her mother. Indeed it actually spurred him on, forcing him to fuck her even harder and the presence of the teenage daughter as he fucked the mother appealed to this sick man's worst instincts. Of course by the time he came in Debbie's arse, he could see that Alice had gone. He rightly assumed that she was too shocked to stay and confront them. Now this of course presented the General with a potentially sticky dilemma: tell the mother in order that she stop Alice from telling the father? However, if he told Debbie that her daughter knew that she was a whore, she may be so overcome with guilt that she might stop being his fuck toy. The alternative was to keep quiet in the hope that the daughter was too shocked to tell either the mother or the father and he could go on happily fucking Debbie. As he got dressed and pondered his dilemma, he noticed a picture of Alice on her mother's dresser. Being Debbie's Godfather, he of course knew Alice, not particularly well; indeed they had not seen each other properly for at least three years. And he had always remembered her as a rather nondescript, spotty little teenager, nothing like the beautiful mother. However on picking up the picture he immediately noticed that things had clearly changed. For the better. For staring up at him was a beautiful teenage girl, not the spotty adolescent of a few years ago. The picture must have been taken on holiday for Alice was wearing a red bikini. She was at the beach, standing next to her mother, who was also wearing a bikini. The outfit naturally did nothing to hide her lovely teenage body. Her breasts, even at this tender young age, were big. They seemed slightly smaller than her mother's, but must have been at least a 34-D. She had a perfect flat tummy and slender hips which flared out to a lovely petit little bottom. Her face was beautiful. She had an angelic face, with long blonde hair. And the spots were now all gone, replaced by that lovely girly beauty which so appealed to an old lecherous man like the General. The only geeky reminder of past times was the glasses that she was wearing which looked out of place next to the skimpy sexy outfit. However this did not prevent the familiar feeling of arousal being stirred inside the General. And as he looked at Alice, he began to change his plans, rather than go on the defensive and work out a way to prevent the mother from finding out about what her daughter knew, he would go on the attack and ensnare the young teenager daughter into his dark depraved web… Two days later… Alice, as she normally did every Thursday morning, got ready for school. Alice was 18 years old and in her last year at school. She was an exceptionally bright student who was due to attend Oxford university to read law. She had, as the General had hope that not confronted her mother with what she had seen. She feared that the consequences of revealing her terrible secret might end up leading to her parents getting divorced, something she desperately wanted to avoid. But at the same time, she did want to stop her mother from being unfaithful to her father. But that of course would mean telling her mother all she knew. And if she did that might her mother leave them for her new lover? And the other thing that kept on nagging away in poor Alice's mind was that cock and how it had fucked her mother's arse. Alice did not know such a thing was possible, that a woman would ever allow a man to enter her in such a horrible, disgusting way. Alice was deeply religious, just as she had thought her mother was, and the only sex she had ever envisaged having was when a man entered a woman's vagina and for Alice this would only ever happen when she was married. But for a woman to allow a man to enter her bottom? Why, that was evil beyond belief. And Alice should have felt a sense of revulsion, but strangely she did not. Instead her mind was filled with images of that enormous cock sliding in and out that bottom, and she could not help but wonder what it would be like if that same cock was fucking her bottom, treating her like a whore and a slut. And whenever she had these terrible thoughts, she desperately tried to put them out of her mind, but try as she might, she could not. And then she would notice how wet her pussy had become… As Alice put on her glasses and looked at herself in the mirror, despite her dowdy look, she could see that she was beautiful. She never wanted to dress in a way that accentuated her beauty. Indeed she did as much as possible to hide the fact that she was a stunner. You see even at this young age Alice was quite the feminist and was a firm believer in women's rights and their fight to be taken seriously in a male dominated world. It was Alice's strong belief that dressing up in a way that pleased a man was demeaning. As such, she always dressed in a way that made her feel comfortable, rather than what would please the opposite sex. (The one exception was the time when she was forced by her mother to wear a bikini - she had protested but her mother had insisted and had then taken a picture of her to prove to Alice that it could be nice to dress up every now and again. Little did her mother know what the fateful consequences of that picture would be.) When dressing for school she always wore long flowing skirts, a baggy shirt and jumper. And unlike most girls of her age, she had absolutely no interest in boys, she was more interested in academia, her violin and God. She had no time for playing around with the opposite sex and her sexual experiences with men was restricted to a kiss with a boy after the church disco, something which she bitterly regretted afterwards. However recently, she had got rather close to her best friend Louise… As she completed her outfit by putting on a pair of flat black shoes, Alice was convinced that she was now old and mature enough to handle this crisis by herself and to bring about a satisfactory conclusion. A young teenager she might have been, but she felt, with some justification, that being exceptionally bright would mean that she could handle this potential disaster. As she pondered how to deal with things, the man who was responsible for bringing about her mother's downfall, and who was now planning a similar operation of attack against the daughter, just so happened to be standing outside her home, ready to knock on the door and prepare his onslaught… Freddie Jackson, a General in the British Armed Forces, already knew that Alice had yet to reveal her dark secret to the mother. He knew this because only yesterday he had fucked the mother while Alice had been at school. The fact that Debbie had allowed this, and mentioned nothing was wrong, told him all he needed to know. And the General was very keen to keep things in this happy state because he so enjoyed fucking the mother. After Debbie had been fucked by the three black men at the Ambassador's party, the General had decided that he now wanted her for himself. He had fulfilled his side of the bargain by allowing the Ambassador to fuck her first, but now he was entitled to enjoy this 36 year old beauty. And no complex plan was needed to get her into bed. One afternoon he arrived at Debbie's home when he knew she would be alone. Debbie initially thought it was a social call but that was until the General showed her irrefutable proof that she was a whore - pictures of her being abused in the dungeon. She protested her innocence and pleaded for the General to go easy on her. The General instead raped her there and then. She was flung on to her marital bed, her legs forced wide open, dress lifted up and then the General forced himself down on her. She of course screamed and pleaded for him to stop. He instead just ripped open the bodice of her dress to reveal her naked bouncing tits. He then took his giant cock out and forced his way into her pussy. Despite her screams of protest, the General immediately noticed how wet her pussy had become, and the ease with which he could force his way. As he took her, he took great delight in watching her big tits shake up and down with each of his violent thrusts and watching her tear strewn face look up at him with those pleading begging eyes and her mouth open in a constant state of shock. And it was not long before those screams of protest gave way to howls of delight as the whore's natural instincts took over and she came as the General raped her. After that Debbie was his. Once he had finished raping her pussy, he immediately ordered her on all fours and raped her bottom. Her virgin bottom. She of course begged him to take her pussy, but he ignored her pitiful howls of protest and happily thrust away in the tight confines of her arse, savouring how her virgin bottom clung to his big dick. Poor Debbie understandably found this humiliating for there she was, on all fours, on the bed she shared with her husband with this brute of man, a man she had previously trusted and respected, raping her bottom. However this was not even the most humiliating part of the proceedings. It was when the phone went and the General forced her to answer it, even thought his cock was still up her arse that was particularly galling to the young housewife. For calling her was none other than her husband. The man she had promised to be faithful. Debbie was then forced to maintain a conversation with the man she loved whilst she allowed another man to fuck her in the @ss. The sound of the General thrusting into her bottom and him spanking her tender cheeks did not go unnoticed by her husband who immediately enquired what the noise was. She told him that it was the TV and that she was so out of breath following her early morning run. Luckily for her it worked for, a few seconds after she hung up, she screamed as she came like she had never cum before. The combination of committing adultery whilst talking to her husband was all too much for her. After that she happily became the General's plaything. He fucked her on a regular basis, often forcing her to fuck two, or even three men at once. She loved it. She was a natural born whore and the General assumed that her daughter would be the same. As the General rang the door bell, he knew that he could not just rape Alice like he had raped the mother. The fact of the matter was he had no leverage on Alice, nothing to bribe her with, nothing to force her to become his fuck toy. Indeed, if anything, the roles were actually reversed and Alice could potentially ruin his army career with what she knew. However the General was too cunning to ever let that happen and was confident the daughter, like the mother, would become his. A few seconds later, Alice opened the door… “Oh hello, Freddie” Alice said on seeing the General, clearly surprised to see him. She had thought it would have been her best friend, Louise. Alice had not seen the General for a couple of years and was slightly taken aback at seeing him now, dressed in full military uniform. She assumed he was here to see her father, who was also in the army. “Hello, Alice, how are you?” “Oh, I am fine Freddie…” Alice had always referred to him by his first name, rather than his official title. “Err I am sorry, but my father is not here, he is actually in Iraq…” “Yes, yes I know, I sent him there!” “Yes, of course you did. Silly me. Err, well…” “I am actually here to see your lovely mother, her Aunt wants me to give her this.” Freddie then waived an envelope. “Is she in?” Of course, Freddie knew that Debbie was out. He had arranged for her to be away today, she would soon be fucking some of his friends. It was all a ruse to get Alice alone. “No, she is actually out, she left early today…” The naïve daughter replied. “Oh, not to worry. Well, I suppose I should have called before I arrived. Do you mind if I come, I have a quick call to make?” “No, of course not Freddie, please, come in…” “Thank you and perhaps I can give you a lift to school when I am finished?” “Oh, yes, thanks very much…” Freddie made his way inside. Once, he was not entirely sure how things would progress. His strategy was to get Alice talking about her mother, he would then have to play it by instinct, hoping events would conspire in his favour. For a man used to the most meticulous of planning, this was far from satisfactory, but without any means to coerce the girl, he had no other option. Freddie picked up the telephone and started to make a call to his office - he was dialling himself knowing that no one would pick up. “Can I get you a cup of tea, Freddie?” Alice asked. “Yes, dear, that would be lovely. And why don't you make one for yourself, be nice to catch up, it's been a while.” Alice obeyed and scurried off into the kitchen. Five minutes later she returned holding two steaming mugs of tea. She had 15 minutes before school started and thought it would be nice to catch up with him. She had always liked him and, to be honest, after the few days she had just had, she appreciated the friendly company. Freddie had completed his “call” and was sitting in an armchair next to the phone. Alice gave him his cup of tea and went to sit herself down in a chair directly opposite him. Freddie looked at Alice, despite her attempts to appear dull and unattractive, it was impossible to hide her beauty. The round glasses were annoying but they did nothing to hide her angelic, beautiful young face. The baggy clothes may have gone some way to disguise those lovely girly curves, but nothing could prevent those enormous breasts from thrusting out and upwards for to enjoy. And when she sat down, enough of those slim legs were on display to indicate the promise that lay above. Freddie knew that she had a body to die for, it was just a question of how quickly he could reveal it in all its glory. At first there was the usual small talk - catching up on what Alice was doing at school, which college she was looking to attend - just like her mother she was a bit of a brain box and was earmarked for Oxford or Cambridge. Freddie then moved on to her family, her grandparents, her father and then finally, on to her mother… “And how's your mother doing these days?” He enquired eager to see what kind of reaction he would get. He was not to be disappointed since Alice immediately stopped smiling and looked down at the floor. “Oh, she is fine, I suppose…” Freddie said nothing for a few moments before continuing with his interrogation. “Is she keeping herself busy?” Alice could bring herself to look at Freddie, her kind Uncle Freddie, for the mention of her mother brought those awful memories of her being @nally fucked by that huge cock to the forefront of her mind. She wanted to scream out and say “Yes! She is very busy in fact. Busy being an unfaithful whore!” But of course she could not. Instead she whispered, “I think she is ok…” “Good! Good, I know how Debbie likes to make sure she has her fill of things to keep her satisfied. And you know I saw her just the other day at a restaurant, she was looking very happy. She must have been with a friend of hers, good looking chap, could not recognise him but they seemed to be having a very good time…” Oh My God! A good looking friend, a male friend, having a good time, Freddie must have seen her with her lover, she thought. This was too much. This was getting out of hand. Her mother's indiscretion was sure to bring shame on their family, especially her poor father. “Do you know who he was? They seemed awfully friendly…” Clearly he was suspicious. Clearly he suspected something. That must have been why he was here, today, to confront her mother, his wife's niece, to tell her to stop bringing shame on the family. Alice found all of this too unsettling. Despite earlier telling herself that she was able to handle the situation, she did not figure on someone else knowing. Tears began to swell up in her eyes and she could feel her face turning a bright shade of red. She did not know what to say. All she knew was that she needed to be alone. Without saying anything, she got up and ran out of the room, tears pouring down her face, embarrassed by what was happening to her. She fled upstairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. As soon as she had left the room, a big smile came across Freddie's face. Things were going better than expected. He got up and followed Alice up to her bedroom. When he got there the door was slightly open and he entered to find her sitting on her bed sobbing her heart out. “What's wrong, my dear? What happened down there?” he asked that in his most sincere tone. Alice could not stop crying. How could she tell the truth to this kind old man? “N-nothing, I am sorry, I-I don't know what came over me…” “Well, you do seem mighty upset? Was it something I said? You know I am 60 years old and I am sometimes prone to say things which are not appropriate. It's just that I can't think what I could have said to cause you get so upset, my dear? Sometimes I don't understand the youth of today” “No, no, it's not you, it's oh… I don't think I can say…” Freddie could see that she was close. Close to telling him about her mother. Progress was being made. As such he decided to make himself more comfortable. He noticed that there was a pink armchair opposite the bed where Alice was sitting. He walked over to it. On top were numerous teddy bears. Unceremoniously he brushed them on to the floor and sat himself down. Now for the first time he was able to properly get a good look at Alice's bedroom. Predictably, for a girl of her age, it was girly and pink. The wall was covered by pink flowery wallpaper and pictures of pop bands. There was a dresser with a mirror on top with make up - a sign that she was developing into a woman - but her girly touch remained as indicated by the numerous teddy bears that were carefully placed on top of her well made bed. A typical bedroom for any teenage girl he thought. “Alice, you can tell me what's wrong. Clearly something is bothering you and you should not be getting yourself so upset. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Come on, you can tell good old Uncle Freddie, you know you can trust me. And I promise you, as an officer and a gentleman, not to tell your parents. We'll treat it as top secret, hey, just like those military secrets that I get told every day.” At this Alice laughed. She had fond memories of Freddie and as she looked up at this kind old man she thought yes, she could trust him, couldn't she? He was a respected General in the British army and you don't get to that position without being able to exercise good judgment. If she shared her burden with him then perhaps he could give her some good advice? But it was still so difficult to tell anyone what Alice had witnessed. “It's ok, my dear, whatever it is, we'll get through it, together.” Freddie said eager for her to spill the beans. “Yes, it's just that well I am going to find this very difficult to tell you. I am not sure I can…” “Of you course you can, whatever it is, I am sure I have come across it before, I am an old hand you know! And I assure you, we will get through it together. You and me.” Alice looked up at his kind face. His assurance and kind words was comforting and she started to believe that they could get through this together. So, with a little hesitancy, she opened her sweet mouth and told Freddie exactly what she had seen that fateful evening… Of course, her tale came as no shock to Freddie. Indeed he enjoyed hearing about how appalled Alice was at seeing this faceless man with “his very large penis” doing all those horrible things to her mother. At the end of the tale Alice was exhausted and out of breath, tears were streaming down her cheek due to relief, rather than sadness, as she was finally able to unload her burden on to someone else. Freddie looked on with a feeling of smug self satisfaction. He felt that he had Alice exactly where he wanted: in a state of emotional turmoil and eager for him to guide her. And Alice was looking up at him, wanting guidance, wanting him to say something, to express outrage at what he had heard and to offer a solution to get her out of her nightmare. Instead he said nothing. Silence enveloped the room, which caused Alice to feel even more uneasy. She was now terrified that she had said too much, that Freddie was perhaps too shocked to say anything, or, perhaps even worse, that he did not believe her story, that she was making it up as part of some teenage hysterical fantasy. Freddie crossed his legs, looked down and fiddled with the crease on his trousers. He was deliberately keeping the poor girl waiting. He wanted her to fell uncomfortable after she had confessed. He knew the silence would make her even more anxious. Making her weaker for his attack. Thirty seconds or so passed although for Alice it felt more like an hour. Finally she could stand it no longer and screamed out: “Well, what do you think? What do you think I should do? You do believe me, don't you? Oh please, Freddie, help me!” Freddie looked up at her and, as calm as you like, said that “Well, to be honest you with Alice, it comes as no surprise!” This response was unexpected and Alice responded accordingly. “Comes as no surprise? What do you mean? How can you say that? My mother was being unfaithful. And in such a horrible, disgusting way. That should be a surprise to everyone!” She was now screaming out in anger at Freddie, confused as to why he was being so calm and behaving in such an irrational way. She expected him to be incredulous with disbelief at how her mother had behaved. Instead, here was this calm man, seemingly nonplussed about what she had told him. And she wanted to know why? Surely his reaction was a mistake? “Freddie, you must understand me, my mother was unfaithful, and she is a horrible person. You must agree with me?” Freddie smiled at her, which only infuriated her further. “Alice my dear, life is a complex tapestry. On the face it, yes, I suppose you could say that it is terrible, that she should never have done those things, but life is rarely that simple…” “I-I don't know what you mean. For me it is very simple. What she did was wrong, there is nothing complicated about it at all!” She screamed back becoming increasingly frustrated with him. “Yes, yes, you are naturally devastated that your mother has chosen to behave this why.” Freddie calmly replied, hysterical girls needed to know that at such times men would always remain calm. “But have you asked yourself “why”?” “Why?” “Yes, why did she do these things, after all it sounds like that she was not raped, so we can only assume that she consented to all those “awful” things? She must have had a reason?” Alice for a few seconds said nothing. Freddie's calmness under her fire had unnerved her. And she hated to admit it, but he was right. In all her anger she had never properly considered the reasons behind her mother's infidelity. She had just believed that from the outset, that her mother was in the wrong. She had a strong inner conviction about such moral issues which stemmed from her deeply conservative religious upbringing. Such people always thought they were right and thought anyone who disagreed with them were dangerous liberals. As such, there should be no need for Alice, nor anyone else for that matter, to delve any further and look for explanations, or even excuses, for why her mother had allowed another man to fuck her in her arse. It was wrong. End. Let's deal with it and try and move on. She was about to tell Freddie as much when he again spoke. “You see Alice, before we look at ways at handling this “dreadful” situation, it might help if we understood what made her behave in this way. I think it would help you properly formulate the correct response.” Alice thought about this. Perhaps Freddie had a point? There may be no harm in understanding what made someone, who was supposedly a loving caring wife, who was also deeply religious, become a whore. “Well, I suppose we could, I have not really thought about what made my mother do all those shameful things. I suppose it wouldn't do any harm…” She was still convinced that there was nothing Freddie could say that would assuage her burning anger or make her think any differently of her mother. Freddie, seeing that he was making progress, decided to step up has attack and provide his own unique analysis of events. “Well, in my humble opinion Alice, and I don't think you are going to like this, your mother's behaviour is a natural reaction to the society we live in today and the terrible burden it places on women. You see your mum, is confused about the role she should play in life. Women these days are pressurised into having a career, family and, at the same time, being a great wife. It is all too much for them. It was much easier, say 50 years ago, when a woman knew exactly what her place and role in society was. “And your mother is a classic victim of all these pressures. If we look at her life, she had you at a relatively young age, at 18 I think, and she had to put to bed any thoughts of going to Oxford and pursuing a career in law - something I understand you are keen to do yourself. Now, I think she has regretted this and had spent the rest of her life yearning for some other great purpose, something to fulfil her, rather than being happy with what she has got. Had she been born in the 1950s, I am sure being a mother would have been sufficient. She would have realised that her role was first and foremost, to be a mother and a good wife to your father. And by being a good wife I mean by pleasing him however he wanted and doing what he said. Anything else would have been irrelevant. “As such, I think she now leads a confused life. On the one hand she is delighted at being a mother, but on the other she is looking for something else. Something to alleviate the boredom. As you get older and become less dependent on her, she needs something to fill the void. I suspect she had discussed this with your father and, like any good man, he would have told her that what she had should make her happy - a lovely home, daughter, loving husband and she should just get on with enjoying life. “But because of the pressures I alluded to earlier, this is not enough for her. She wants something else. Your father has probably told her she cannot work - you come first. So she has looked for something a little more forbidden, something away from him that only she knows. And that is why she had sought out another man. This new man, I suspect, is filling the void in your mother's life. “And you are right, this is totally unacceptable. Debbie should accept that she is a woman whose purpose in life should be serving your father's needs and wishes.” When finished with his unique analysis, Alice looked at him dumfounded. She did not know where to start. She was a committed feminist. Her dowdy image was testament to that. She wanted to be taken seriously in life, not someone who was just looked on as a fine piece of meat. What Freddie seemed to be saying was that women should be servile housewives and be at the beck and call of their husbands - basically subjugate their lives for the happiness of their man. This was a complete anathema to her and she intended to let Freddie know exactly what she thought of his outdated views. “That is absolute nonsense! How can you say that about women? Women have progressed these past 50 years because we have been given equal rights - the right to have a career, the right to progress in society. Equality of women's rights is one of the great success stories of the twentieth century. Why should we go back to the days when we were miserable and treated like second class citizens? We should not be junior to men, we are their equal in every way and your views are a load of outdated tosh!” She screamed out, her response delivered with as much anger as she could muster. She had almost forgotten that the debate's original purpose was to discover why her mother was a whore. Despite her reaction, Freddie merely looked at her and smiled. Her response was entirely predictable and one that he had deliberately provoked. His plan was working. “You say women were miserable in the 1950s? Well, that's interesting. Why don't we look at that in a little more detail? Now, you say you want to go to university, is that correct?” Alice could not understand what on earth could be gained by this line of questioning, but she decided to play along, for now at least. “Yes, I expect I will be going to Oxford in a couple of years.” She had crossed her arms and folded her legs. Despite sounding confident, Freddie sensed she was on the defensive. “Oxford? Very good. I went there many years ago. And you want to study law, is that right?” “Yes.” “And after that I suppose you want to go to London, to the City, and work for one of the big firms, the ones that specialise in all that high finance that I hear so much about these days?” “Well, yes, I suppose so. And how is this relevant? I mean…” Freddie put up his hand to indicate that she was to be quiet. She instinctively shut up. “Patience. I will come to that in a moment. Now, as I understand, these lawyers tend to work very hard, sometimes 60-80 hour weeks. Are you able for that?” “Of course I am, women can do anything that a man can do!” “Of course they can, and I am sure you would be a very successful lawyer. And what do you intend to do after that?” “After that? What do you mean?” “Well, do you just intend on being a lawyer for the rest of you life, or do you want to do something else? I mean, where do you see yourself when you are say, 30?” “30?” Alice had to stop and think for a second. “Well, when I am 30, I suppose I had always imagined that I would be married, probably with children…” “Well of course you do, and something I have no doubt will happen since you are such a lovely looking girl who is bound to be snapped up by some lucky, young fella.” Alice looked down and blushed. She always got embarrassed whenever someone complimented her on her looks. Freddie continued: “And when you are married, with kids, do you intend to carry on working in such a pressurised environment, doing 15 hours a day, 6-7 days a week, not seeing your children or husband?” Alice paused. “Well, no, my family would have to come first then…” “So you would leave your job?” “Yes, I'd have, to look after my kids…” “So why go through all the trouble of qualifying as a lawyer, spending five years or so working all those God awful hours if you are going to give it all up and become a housewife? Why not just skip the bit about being a lawyer and spend your time as a wife?” “Well…” She appeared genuinely taken aback by Freddie's rather simple, but compelling logic. “You see, it is this ridiculous pressure that we place on women today that is responsible for much of society's ills. If a woman knew her place, that her role in life was to serve her husband's needs rather than wasting her time trying to pursue a career that they can never hope to maintain in the long run, then the world would be a better place. And then we would not have all this divorce or broken homes with the resultant crime. Indeed everything would be much simpler. Even house prices would become more affordable since you would not have a whole class of single thirty-something girls buying apartments and making housing less affordable for everyone else. Yes, the last 50 years have been a disaster for society and much of it stems from women trying to do things that they shouldn't.” Alice, mouth open in shock, could do nothing other than stare at Freddie. What a sexist chauvinistic pig, she thought. She had always assumed that men like Freddie were a thing of the past. Well, she was not going to allow this dinosaur to get with away with offending her and her sisterhood. More calmly than before, she offered her retort. “Uncle Freddie, with the greatest respect, that is the biggest load of rubbish that I have ever heard. Women are equal to men in every way. The fact that some of us prefer to take a career break whilst we raise our children, well that is to be applauded, not criticised. And if we don't do well in our career, I'm afraid the blame lies with men who make it difficult for us to work flexibly…” “Nonsense!” Freddie bellowed back, raising his voice for the first time, shocking poor Alice into silence. “Women are gentle fragile things who need men to dominate them. They need to know that they are there to serve a man's needs first, and that their needs are second. That has been the way for thousands of years and a few decades of social liberalism will not change the natural order of things. And if your mother truly respected this notion of “husband first” she would not have behaved like a wanton whore looking for her own perverted sexual gratification!” “No-no, I do not accept that I cannot accept that…” “Of course you can. This thing would not have gone on the 1950s when women knew their place. It's women's rights and all that tosh that is responsible for making many women unhappy. You see them everyday, these poor lovely girls in their 30s who are single, childless, unlikely to ever find a man all because they were sold the “dream” that if you get a career, your life would be more complete. Well, ask these women now if they would prefer a successful career or a husband and a baby, all will reply with the latter.” Alice, despite everything, could see some logic with Freddie's madness. “If only girls of today could understand what their role was and how they should behave, trust me, incidents like the one you witnessed would be a thing of the past. Your mother would know firstly, she was there to please her husband and secondly, she would not have it in her to exert the kind of independence that could lead her to being unfaithful. “In short, just like a thoroughbred horse, women need to be properly trained.” Alice no longer knew how to react. Freddie was behaving like a bully, that was for sure, but his mad theories somehow resonated with her. Surely all that she believed could not be wrong just because of what this old dinosaur had top say? “I-I don't think women need to be treated like that to be happy, I think we can still be equals and be happy…” Freddie smiled. Gone was her anger and downright hostility of a few moments ago. She now seemed to be a little more amenable to his views, her resolve weakening in the face of his assault, and Freddie had no intention of letting up. “Look” he said that now speaking softly, reverting back to the kind old uncle type having just softened her up. “I don't mean to be so harsh, but I want you to understand that what your mother did, horrible though it was, was a direct result of the pressures that I have just referred. I am not trying to excuse her, just trying to explain it. If your mother knew her role was first and foremost to be a dutiful wife, she would have been faithful. You may disagree, but I think I can demonstrate that if you were to behave in a way that would please a man, you could truly be happy and not worry about having to pursue all these other pointless things that society is forcing you to go after.” “And how could you possibly do that? I mean, I don't believe for an instance that your theories are right and could never come to think that we should just be subservient to a man…” “You are of course entitled to your opinion - clearly you are a bright girl with very strong views - but if you allow me the opportunity and the time to properly explain, I think at the very least you will see that I have a point.” Alice paused for a few seconds and thought things through. Initially she found Freddie's views to be abhorrent and going against everything she stood. She felt that debating him would give his views the respect they scarcely deserved. However, there was this nagging doubt in the back of her mind that she could not get rid. It lay in the same part of her brain where she wondered what it would be like to take a huge cock up her arse, just as her mother had done. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts, thoughts which made her pussy wet. Debating Freddie, and proving him wrong, could be a way of achieving that. Meanwhile Freddie could see that the young girl was giving his proposition some serious consideration so he decided to try and convince her a little more. “It is true, I may not convince you that my theories are right, but why don't you give me the chance to argue my case? You are a keen student, eager to learn, I am sure as a budding lawyer you are a member of the school's debating society so why don't you allow me to present the case for the prosecution. And I sincerely promise you that I will give the case for the defence a fair hearing afterwards. “I am old and slightly set in my ways but I am eager to hear and understand what the youth of today thinks. You never know, this old leopard may change his spots after all!” Alice smiled. The old man may have been a sexist pig, but boy was he smooth with it. And why not do battle with him? She was late for school anyway and although very slightly tempted with his theories, she was still sure he was wrong and could argue the case with him. She was a bright intelligent young woman with a sense of justice on her side which would defeat the outdated views of this dinosaur every day of the week. “Ok, I am late for my politics class anyway so I don't mind debating with you.” She replied, confident in the strengths of her case. “I am sure whatever you say cannot convince me but please, do present the case for the prosecution!” “Thank you for the opportunity my dear, and I look forward to our little battle! “Now the rules of the debate are as follows: as I am leading the case for the prosecution - I will present my case first. You will of course follow once I have finished. As part of my case, I will have to ask you some questions and all I ask is that you answer me truthfully. When you present your case I will of course allow you the same courtesy. I trust that is ok?” “That seems reasonable.” Alice replied, seeing no harm in answering honestly since she was eager to express her views. And in any event, as a devout Christian, she was taught never to lie and as far as she could recall, had never told an untruth in her life. It would of course be the cause of her downfall. “Also, my case is likely to involve you partaking in a little practical demonstration in order to help me prove my point. If this was a proper court case, this as you know would not be the responsibility of the lawyer for the defence, but I am afraid we are going to have to be a little unorthodox here and improvise somewhat.” “Practical demonstration? What do you mean?” “Well I need to demonstrate to you that a woman's appearance is an essential part of her role in life. And it is so obvious to me that you have a complete disdain regarding your own appearance so this will form a central part of my argument. Indeed, this is going to be where we start first so, my dear, if you could be so kind and stand up for me.” Alice was not even being given the opportunity to argue whether she wanted to be involved in such a practical demonstration. Her instinct told her that she should resist but instead she merely obeyed and stood up in front Freddie, who was still sitting in the armchair several feet opposite. She now noticed for the first time all the teddy bears that he had unceremoniously dumped on to the floor. God he was a tough man, she thought. “Hmm, as I thought.” He said as he took a long look at her. “Could you just turn around for me, that's it turn right around, and now face me again. Hmm, it is what I feared…” “What did you fear?” “I will ask the questions, if you don't mind!” “Sorry.” Alice giggled a little, this was fun and after the few days she had just had, fun was good. “Why do you dress the way you do?” He asked. “What do you mean?” “I told you my dear, I will ask the questions and you will truthfully answer them. If not, we can end this now…” “No! No, I will answer.” Alice did not want this to end. She was enjoying herself too much and wanted the chance to prove to this old man than women did have a place and it was not just being a servile housewife dressing to please their man. “Well, I wear these clothes because they are comfortable and I like them.” She replied, confidently and honestly. “But they look awful on you. Just take a look at yourself, you are a beautiful young girl and yet you have chosen to dress in a way that does nothing to display your splendid figure. Why are you ashamed of yourself?” “I am not ashamed. I just choose to dress in a way that makes me feel comfortable. That is the most important thing, not how others see me, but how I feel inside.” “And what do you feel inside?” “I feel that I am a confident girl that does not need her looks to get on the world. I just need my brain.” “Well it is certainly clear that you don't want to use your looks. But I am not convinced that your brain will help you alone. Men generally find unattractive, bright, aggressive women a turn off in the office. Essentially those women who try and be more like a man, by being overly aggressive and dressing in those ridiculous pant suits tend to actually not get promoted - just some useful bit of information if you do decide to pursue a career in the law. I am sure you would progress a lot more if you dressed in a more sexy provocative way. Men like that. They like to surround themselves with pretty young things.” “Well, I refuse to lower myself and go down that road.” “We'll see. Now, I want you to take a good look at yourself. Go and stand over there and look at yourself in the mirror.” Freddie pointed towards a dresser and a mirror which were to the right of Alice. She obediently walked over. “Look how beautiful you are, Alice, don't you want to show that off to the rest of the world? Let everyone know how feminine and stunning you are. God has blessed you with this lovely figure and you are doing all you can deny showing it off. Why? You are a religious girl, doesn't God teach us that we should display what is good in us?” Alice looked at herself. Yes, she was beautiful, she knew that and you know what, maybe Freddie did have a point. God did teach that one should be proud of ones self and display all that is beautiful. Maybe she could dress a little better, in more of a feminine way? “Yes, I suppose God has blessed with me looks, maybe there would be no harm in displaying them every now again…” She replied, daydreaming about what she might look like if she made an effort. “Of course not. Tell me, what are your measurements?” Still staring at her stunning reflection and daydreaming about her looks, she did not immediately realise the significance of the question. Unfortunately for her she found herself answering him without properly thinking. “I am a 34D-23-33”. “A 34D - very impressive! So big for someone so young! Although you wouldn't know it by looking at you.” Freddie's obvious delight made Alice snap out of her daze and realise that she had just revealed her bra size to this man. “Err, yes, I-I suppose so. I am not sure what relevance that has to the debate…” She mumbled back, somewhat taken aback by his line of questioning and his reaction to her breast size. “Yours is not to ask questions, you will have your time later.” Freddie once more told her off for questioning him, even when she felt that his line of attack was a little inappropriate. Alice felt that he was once more exerting control and this was no longer feeling like a debate but more like an interrogation. “Yes, you do have a delightful figure but those awful clothes need to go. That long skirt and that large baggy sweater are plainly ridiculous. They have to go, they do nothing for you. You see, only when you dress like a proper woman can you appreciate what it is like to be admired as a beauty, to be desired by others. Tell me, do you have anything else to wear?” “Anything else to wear? Well I obviously have other clothes…” “No, no, I am not just referring to other clothes, but proper clothes.” “What do you mean by proper clothes?” “Clothes that a girl should wear. Clothes that are not designed for comfort, but are designed to accentuate your body. Clothes which have been designed to appeal to men, not necessarily to appeal to the wearer. I had in mind short skirts, tight blouses, high heels, that sort of thing. Do you have any items like this?” Alice was now finding the line of questioning increasingly uncomfortable. When she had agreed to this, she had expected the questions to be on her views of feminism in the 21st century, not on whether she owned a slutty wardrobe. But having agreed to be subjected to this interrogation, she felt duty bound to answer Freddie truthfully, as promised. And having never lied before, she had no intention of starting now. But Alice's high moral standards presented her with a real problem since the truth of the matter was that remarkably, she did actually own the items that Freddie was referring. Not that she had ever actually ever worn them, either in private or in public. You see she and her best friend Louise had, a couple of weeks ago, decided to purchase a much more revealing school uniform. A sexy school uniform. The idea was that they would wear it for each other. For their pleasure, not for public consumption. They had visited shops that they normally would never visited, bought the items without even trying them on and stashed them away for a day when they could get together and have fun. Alas that day had never come as her mother's whorish behaviour had unexpectedly intervened and, with Alice understandably preoccupied with other things, they had not yet met up to dress up. As such, the items still remained in their bags, unopened since they had been purchased. “Yes. Yes, I have items like the ones you describe.” She replied, her whisper barely audible to the evil Freddie. But audible it was and Freddie was intrigued, he had not expected this answer since he thought she would have just owned more of the same dowdy rubbish. He had planned on her dressing her up in something that her mother possessed. But this unexpected turn of events demanded an answer. “Really? I am somewhat surprised by that. Tell me what you have.” Alice was no longer looking at her reflection in the mirror but was looking down at the floor, embarrassed and worried by the turn of events. “ “Well, I do own a short skirt and a tight blouse…” She stopped, hoping that would satisfy Freddie. But he sensed there was more. “Good, good, anything else?” She was blushing. Her face had turned a bright shade of red. There were of course more clothes, more sexy clothes, and she had to tell him, she could not lie since that would be a sin in the eyes of the Lord. “Well yes, I do have a pair of high heels, and, and…” “And what else? Tell me!” For the first time he was starting to show his impatience with the young girl. “Stockings, suspenders, a garter belt and a g-sting”, she whispered. Freddie was truly amazed. This was an unexpected delight. But what was this girl up to? Did she secretly have a man on the go? He needed to know more. “Alice, I am impressed. I did not think you had it in you. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend that you have not previously mentioned? Someone who you have bought these items for?” “No, certainly not!” Alice replied, firstly relieved that she could answer that question truthfully without any recourse to lying and secondly that he would ever think that she would dress like that for a man. Her girlfriend, maybe, but not another man. However she was still terrified that if Freddie probed further, he may find out about Louise and what they got up to when they were alone. And she desperately wanted to keep Louise out of this. “Well, why did you buy these items?” Now Alice was stuck, she could not immediately see a way out. I mean, why would a feminist buy such degrading items especially if she did not even have a boyfriend? She could not quickly think of a reason. She just said nothing and carried on looking down at the floor, desperately hoping that it would open up so she could fall in and not have to tell Freddie about her dark secret. But then Freddie unexpectedly gave her a way out. Excited about what he had discovered that and eager to progress things further, he decided to help her out of her predicament by answering his question for her: “Did you buy them for experimentation, to see how you would look?” Well, that was technically true, she thought. She had bought them as experimentation and technically he did not need to know she was experimenting with another gorgeous teenage schoolgirl. “Yes, I bought them as an experiment, I wanted to see how I looked. I did not buy them for another man.” She nervously replied. It was still technically the truth. No sin had been committed. Yet. “Excellent! Excellent!” Freddie exclaimed, thrilled to discover that there was a level of normality about this girl, that she was not just a frump and inside, like all women, she was a slut. And just as he had done with the mother, it was his job to bring it out. “You see, even a committed feminist wants to see what it is like to dress like a proper woman.” “But I have not worn the clothes. That I promise you!” Alice screamed back, she was once more looking straight at Freddie, determined that this battle was not yet lost. “Yes, but you bought them, and you bought them for a reason. You bought them because you wanted to experiment about what it would be like to look like a proper lady, a lady who displays her body just as it should be displayed.” She said nothing. She could not really argue with Freddie's logic without the risk of revealing the true reason behind her purchase. Freddie pressed home his case: “And Alice, I think it makes sense that a young, beautiful teenager should experiment with clothes that bring out the best in you. Clothes that will please a man.” Still no retort from Alice. Her fight back had been short-lived. “And Alice, in order for me to prove my point, I want you to put on exactly what you bought.” “What?” “Yes, Alice, I want you to dress like a sexy schoolgirl. I want you to appreciate your body. To display it as God intended. Only will then you understand what you possess, how men will appreciate it and how it will ultimately make you happy.” Freddie was now being more direct with her than he had previously been. He was taking a calculated risk that she would agree to his request and experiment in front of him. Of course it could backfire and she could just as easily storm out. He was not really in a position (yet) to force her to do anything. “I am sorry, I know I agreed to be an assistant with your case, but I don't want to do this. I think this is going too far and I don't think it is relevant…” “I think it is relevant Alice. I think this will help you. I think if you dress properly, see how you feel, you will come around to my point of view. I mean, what harm could come of it?” That was true, Alice thought that it was not like the man was going to attack her… “Well, I suppose I could. I have not actually worn them so it might be interesting to see how I look…” “Good. Now, you said you bought a blouse, skirt, stockings suspenders, heels and a g-string. Wear them and nothing else other than your school tie. Keep that on, I think that would be most fetching.” “Ok” “Oh and Alice, lose the bra, you don't need it.” “D-don't wear a bra?” “No, I want you to be free up there. Go, dress as I have ordered.” His orders were clear and Alice found herself needing to obey him. Was this normal, she wondered? As she thought about how this once committed feminist was taking and following orders from an old sexist man, she found herself retrieving the relevant items from her wardrobe. They were still in their bag and box. Once she had them all, she made her way out and towards the bathroom. She had no intention of stripping off and dressing in front of him. When she left, Freddie sat back in his chair, quietly satisfied with his morning's work. He was largely making this up as he went along, but her revelation about her recent purchase allowed him to improvise and step up his attack. Of course, there was still no guarantee that she would follow his orders. Without the necessary leverage over this girl she (although she did not know it herself) was still controlling whether Freddie's evil plan would bear fruition or not. He could only just sit back, wait and hope for the best… And the best followed. For about ten minutes later in walked Alice, transformed from dowdy geeky schoolgirl to stunning sexy teenage schoolgirl slut. Gone was the long skirt, flat shoes and oversized jumper to be replaced with a stunning sexy slutty schoolgirl outfit. She was wearing five inch black high heels, a tiny skirt which barely covered her bottom and revealed the tops of her black stockings and the white cream flesh above. She had on black suspenders, also visible to Freddie, which darted up her skirt to be attached to a garter belt. Up top she had on a tight white cotton shirt made from some sort of transparent material which meant that since she had been ordered to go bra-less, her big tits and thrusting nipples could clearly be seen. The only links to her old self were her glasses, which she kept on but which still did nothing to hide her beauty (Freddie made a note that she would have to wear lenses in future) and her school tie which emphasised that for all her slutty appeal, she was still an innocent schoolgirl. It took a lot to leave Freddie speechless but the transformation of this teenager left him with his mouth hanging open and struggling for words. He was amazed at what she was wearing, and the fact that she would actually wear it for him. I mean this was not a subtle transformation, going from something dowdy to a little more revealing. This once geeky looking teenager, who dressed like she was going to church, had immediately transformed herself into someone who would not look out of place on a teenage porno film set. And what was even more shocking was that in reality, Alice was here with him, looking like she did, by choice. There was nothing really compelling her to dress this way, other than an innate sense that she had to do what Freddie ordered. She would have seen how she looked in the bathroom and could have ended it there and then. There was no need for her go out like this. She could have called the whole thing off and asked Freddie to leave. And Freddie knew that faced with a girl who wanted him out, and with nothing to blackmail her with, he would have had no choice but to leave. Violent rape had never been his sort of thing. Coercing women who had no choice but to submit to his evil will without the use of physical violence was his forte. But turn up she did, looking like the perfect teenage slut. And this could only mean one thing to Freddie: she, like her mother, was a subservient wannabe whore who needed to be dominated by a man. She almost certainly did not know the full extent of what she was herself, these feelings were only being brought out now under the expert tutelage of Freddie. But the very fact that she chose to display herself like this to him meant that deep down she wanted to be proven wrong and to be led by him. Indeed, as Alice had gotten ready in the bathroom, she could not believe what she was doing. She had never once in her life dressed like this. Her mother had asked her many times before whether she wanted to try and wear things other than the dowdy skirts and pants, but she had always steadfastly refused, saying she was happy with how she looked. (The one notable exception was the time her mother had persuaded her to wear a skimpy bikini. She had reluctantly agreed since holiday no one would have seen her.) But what was happening now was entirely different. She was dressing like this not for her mother, not even for Louise, but at the behest of this man. And she had agreed that despite every feminist bone in her body telling her to resist, and found herself doing exactly what he had ordered. She could not explain it. She was normally such a sensible, rationale girl but as she slid her g-string on and made sure it slipped perfectly inside her teenage buttocks, she could not explain why she was behaving in such an irrational way. Her brain was screaming out: “Stop! Stop, you idiot! Tell Freddie that this is over! Tell him that nothing he could do or say will ever convince her that she was wrong, or that her mother's behaviour could be excused in any way.” But some other part of her body was telling her to carry on. Fulfil her inner instincts, dress in a way that would please this man. She did not know where this overwhelming surge of power was coming from but, as she adjusted the front of her g-string, she noticed that her pussy had become soaking wet… When she had finished putting on her outfit and looked at herself in the mirror, she could not deny that dressing like a slut did make her look, and feel, oh so good. But mingled with that was a feeling of fear. The fear of displaying too much of her young body. After all, she had never showed off so much leg before by wearing such a short skirt. And it was short. Too short. Whatever she did, however she walked, she could not prevent the little mini from flapping up revealing the tops of her stockings and suspender straps. And when she looked at herself from behind to see if things were any better, she was horrified to see that if anything, things were a worse for the beginnings of her lovely teenage bum could be seen. Naturally the g-string did nothing to help. Indeed, the g-string was a source of much consideration for the young girl. Previously all she had ever worn were big cotton panties which, although comfortable, were hideous to look. She had never even put on a pair of silky French knickers, let alone a g-string. When she had bought it, she thought it would have been too uncomfortable for her and would instantly dislike it. But somehow now, the feeling of a piece of string riding up her butt cheeks, leaving them fully on display seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. And for a feminist, this was something she could not easily believe She would have spent more time dwelling in these contradictory feelings if it wasn't for the fact that she was forced to focus on her blouse and her breasts. Her naked breasts that could clearly be seen though her shirt. This, more than anything else, horrified her. She had abnormally large breasts for a girl so young and had always done her very best to hide them by wearing large clothes. But now, by wearing a tight fitted white shirt made from the thinnest of cotton, and being forced to go without a bra, she had performed a complete u-turn and was doing all she could to highlight her marvellous teenage tits. And they were marvellous. They were so big that the tight shirt could barely contain them. The buttons seemed like they could burst open at any moment, such was the pressure being exerted on them. She had wanted to buy a bigger shirt but Louise had told her that one a couple of sizes too small would be better. But better for whom, she now wondered? She might have agreed with her girlfriend had she been here, but she was with Freddie, an old man who would no doubt derive a great amount of pleasure from seeing her tits being displayed in such a way. And why were her nipples so erect. They never got so hard. Even when she was with Louise, they had never felt so big and firm. This was all so wrong. She should change back into her original uniform, return to her old self and stop becoming a sexy schoolgirl slut for this old man. She was a bright intelligent girl, a straight “A” student who always valued what was inside over appearance. A lifetime's values instilled by her family, school and Church surely could not now be blown away in a matter of minutes by the ranting of an old man. She was going to change. She was going back to how she was. Her brain was going to finally overpower the feelings in her pussy. Commonsense would prevail… And as poor Alice stood in front of Freddie, dressed as the sexy schoolgirl slut she swore she would never be, she contemplated the power of the pussy over the brain and wondered where this would all end… After thirty seconds or so of Freddie ogling the teenage beauty, he finally spoke. “Well well my Dear, you look splendid, don't you think? You finally look like a girl should, when in the presence of a man.” “Err, I am not so sure, it is a little too revealing for me, perhaps?” “Nonsense, my dear! Ha ha, if anything it is not revealing enough!” Alice wondered how much more revealing an outfit could get? “Admit it, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you felt a sense of pride. Pride in your body and how it looked when you displayed it properly?” Recalling that she was still answering questions for the “prosecution” and had promised to do so honestly, she had no choice but to tell Freddie the truth. Not that she liked it. So, hands clasped demurely in front of her, head bowed down, and unintentionally presenting herself as the perfect submissive slut, she replied: “Yes, I was slightly taken aback with my appearance and could appreciate that to some people, I would look attractive…” “But do you think you look attractive? Do you like looking sexy?” “Yes.” She whispered, knowing the answer was an admission of defeat in this particular battle. She wondered how many further battles with Freddie she would lose. “Alice, I want you to now walk up and down the room. I want you to model your outfit for me.” She immediately obeyed. She no longer listened to the rationale voice in her brain. She was now listening to the deafening noises coming from her pussy. Her wet pussy. And her pussy told her that it was her duty to be a model, to allow this old man to appreciate her young teenage body all dressed up in a sexy slutty way. So, this once firebrand feminist began her career as a glamour model and, as she did, Freddie uncrossed hid legs to allow his now fully erect 11 inch dick some room to breath. And Freddie took great delight in humiliating this once haughty teenager. Just like her mother she was simply powerless to control her feelings when presented with the supreme will of a powerful man. They all crumbled and, like her mother, the lines of defence faded fast. He allowed her to walk up and down the room for a good couple of minutes, her black high heels pounding away on her girly pink carpet. Her grey mini flapped up with each step, revealing the bottom of her arse. Her tits, although tightly encased in her blouse, still shook up and down, the nipples seemingly getting more and more erect with each step. Finally, with Freddie's dick at bursting point, he decided to continue with his verbal assault. “You can stop now, my dear. Here, come and stand in front of me. That's right, right in front of me, good…” Alice moved to stand a couple of feet away from him. Again she clasped her hands in front of her and looked down but, as she did, she could not help but see Freddie's enormous cock protruding up against his black trousers. If she was afraid before, she was downright terrified now. “The outfit is splendid, Alice, and I believe I have proved to you that you do feel more of a woman when you are dressed in an appropriate way. Don't you think?” “Yes, I suppose you have.” “Good! And let's explore that a little further, shall we? How do you feel not wearing a bra? It is nice, is it not, to have those big breasts of yours free, just as God intended them to be? Men like to know that a girl's tits are free and available to them, don't you think?” By using the word “tits” Freddie was, was the first tie today, using a derogatory term in front of her. Alice should have been shocked. But she wasn't. In the circumstances, dressed as a slut, she felt it only appropriate that this man should use slutty language. “They do seem different when they are free. They do shake up and down and well, my nipples do graze against my shirt, but I suppose it is nice, you know nice to experience the feeling of freedom. But I can't comment on what a man would want since I have never been with one before…” “Of course you haven't. Of course you haven't. And I take it you have worn, the g-string as ordered. I only ask because I cannot see it to be sure.” “Yes, yes I have.” “And how do you find it? Uncomfortable?” “I did at first, but now…” “But now?” “Well, it doesn't feel too bad. I do a feel a little naked, I thought I wouldn't like that but actually, as with my bra, it does feel rather liberating.” As she spoke, Alice could not believe what she was saying. The feminist in her was dying, and it was being killed by the power of her pussy. “That's only natural. You see, a girl, just as with her tits, needs to display her arse to her man. Too often women choose to wear ridiculous big panties, the ones I am sure you were wearing before. But as I said that your needs are irrelevant when it comes to the needs of a man. A man insists on his bitch wearing something that aesthetically pleases him. That goes for the heels, stockings and short skirt. But the g-string is the very epitome of what a true bitch should wear.” Freddie's language was deliberately getting cruder. He had noted her completed lack of response when he had used the word “tits”. He now wanted to step it up. And when he in effect called Alice a bitch, he noted that she looked up at him, and licked her full lips. “Alice, come closer and turn around so I can see your bottom. I need to inspect it.” Alice obeyed. Being called a “bitch” and not protesting was the biggest sign to her that she had lost any will to fight back. It was now only a question of how far this wicked old man would push her. She walked over to stand just a couple of feet away from him and then turned around. She assumed she just wanted to look at her bottom. She still had a lot to learn about Freddie. “Now, I want you to reach behind and lift your lovely skirt up for me so I can take a good look at your arse.” Alice at first did not move. Could she do this? No man had ever seen her bottom before and yet she was being ordered by a man who, was not only calling her a “bitch”, but was rapidly treating her like one. The orders, like his language, were being aggressively ratcheted up and she found herself unable to resist or challenge him. So, ever so slowly, her hands reached back to find the bottom of her tiny mini. Grabbing hold of it, she slowly moved it upwards, revealing her teenage bottom to the greedy eyes of her attacker. “That's it, right up to your waist… Oh my, that is beautiful. Just simply beautiful. I see the g-string has disappeared right up your cheeks. That is perfect. The perfect way a bitch should display her bottom. To her Master!” “Master?” At this, Alice finally questioned her interrogator. “Yes, Alice, every bitch needs a Master. A man whom she completely obeys and submits herself.” Freddie, as if to emphasise that it was he who was her Master, placed his hand on her bottom and gently stroked it. “Yes, every bitch needs a Master, Alice, don't you agree?” “I-I don't know? Oh, please, you should not be touching my bottom this way, it is not right…” “It's ok Alice, I am just, as the lawyer for the prosecution, trying to show you that a woman's role is to be subservient to a man. You remember our little argument, don't you Alice?” In truth Alice had completely forgotten the original reason why she had gotten herself into this predicament, so engrossed had she become in performing Freddie's every order. However when Freddie reminded her, it allowed Alice to try and regain some composure and reassert control over the proceedings. “Yes, I remember, but how is this helping? I mean this is not right. I should not have to display my bottom to you. You should not be touching me. And I am no one's “bitch” nor do I need a “Master”… Oh ouch, Freddie, p-please…” On hearing Alice disagree with him, Freddie did the only thing a man could do when a bitch dared disobey her Master. He spanked her. And he spanked her hard. “Freddie, no! No! Stop! What are you doing?” She screamed, truly horrified at what he was doing to her. “Schoolgirl's need to be punished when they are naughty”. Spank! Spank! Spank! “No, p-please stop…” Spank! Spank! Spank! Freddie ignored her and merely carried on implementing what he deemed to be the necessary punishment for a wilful schoolgirl's bottom. Each bottom cheek received his cruel attention and was spanked several times. And during this assault on her person, Alice just stood where she was, keeping her skirt raised and providing him with an unobstructed access to her teenage cheeks. She found that she was no longer in control of her person - she now seemed only able to act following strict orders from Freddie. But this was ludicrous, she told herself. Her brain was screaming out to her to pull her skirt down, turnaround and confront this man. But she found that she couldn't. Her pussy told her to obey Freddie, told her that it was perfectly natural to hold her skirt up and allow this man to punish her bottom. It was as if she was meant to do this. Meant to behave in this wanton fashion. Meant to be his bitch… The spanking continued for about 30 seconds before it stopped. Her cheeks were now a light shade of red. He was yet to give her a proper thrashing, although he was about to rectify that. He sat back in his chair, satisfied not only with his work but how submissive the bitch was. He had not expected it to be so easy, but she was probably overawed by the power and confidence of his assault. And he had no intention of letting up as he approached his victory. “You may pull your skirt down and turnaround, Alice.” Finally she had been given the order she most craved. It was just a pity that she had to be told by Freddie before she could actually do it. When she turned around to face him, instinctively she once more adopted the classic subservient pose: hands clasped in front of her and demurely looking down at the floor. “And how do you feel now, Alice?” He was being kind again. Gone was the foul language. He was talking to her like he was some sort of respectable doctor after giving her some medicine. She was finding this all so unsettling. “Not great.” She lied. “Not great? Come on, you did not enjoy it just a little, playing the role of a submissive?” Silence. “Alice, please. We had an agreement. You need to answer me truthfully. You know you have to…” It was true, she had no choice. Silence was not an option. She had to be honest, even if she did not like what she had to say. “I suppose it was interesting being a submissive. I am not sure I would want to do it all the time…” “But you did allow me to spank you. I assume you have never been spanked before?” Alice said nothing but, still looking down at the floor unable to look directly at her interrogator, she shook her head. “You could have walked away. Why didn't you?” Again Alice said nothing, but this time Freddie did not press her for an answer. He was eager to close the deal. “I believe you didn't walk away because you are a natural submissive and you could not help but allow yourself to be spanked by me.” Still silence. Alice could not argue with what seemed like the truth. “Alice, I want you to look up at me.” Alice slowly moved her head up and looked at Freddie. When she did, once more she could see the unmistakable outline of his erect cock. It looked enormous. She licked her lips. “Alice, I want you to admit that you enjoyed being a submissive. That you now understand that the role of a woman is to submit herself to the needs of a man. Only when you admit this will you understand why your mother behaved as she did.” Could she admit this? Could she give to this evil man? “Answer me, Alice.” And as a true submissive, she did. “Yes, I enjoyed being a submissive.” “Good. And as a submissive, what do you think happens to schoolgirl's when they are naughty?” “I-I don't know…” Again she looked down at the floor, unable to bring herself to answer the question. “Come on Alice. You must know. What happens to you when you are naughty at school?” “Well, I would get punished, but…” “Yes, you get punished. Naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished. And how do you think a Master should punish his naughty schoolgirl?” Alice knew what the answer was but was too afraid to tell Freddie. She again looked at him and saw that he was smiling at her. At first glance it would have looked like a kind, caring smile. But behind it she knew that he was smiling because he was destroying her. Destroying the very essence of the person she thought she was. He had done it ruthlessly and quickly. But the most terrifying thing for the poor teenager was the fact that deep down she liked what Freddie was telling her. He was telling her that she was a submissive. A girl willing to submit to a man's every whim. Come what may. This thought terrified and excited Alice in equal measure. And Freddie, without laying a finger on her, had caused her pussy to become wetter and her nipples harder than at anytime before, including when she was in the presence of Louise. As she looked at him, her mouth was open and she could hear herself pant. She knew she should not answer the question, but she felt that she had no choice. “Naughty schoolgirls should have their bottoms spanked.” “Yes! Yes they should.” Freddie cried out, beside himself with joy at her answer. His dick was now rock hard and he made no attempt to hide it from this poor girl. Indeed he hoped she would get a good look at the weapon that she would soon be serving. “And do you think you have been a naughty schoolgirl, Alice?” “Yes.” She replied without even thinking. It was the honest answer and her pussy was willing her on to be honest. “Yes, Alice, you have been a very bad girl. And a bad girl needs to be spanked. By her Master. So, come over here, and lay over my lap.” Sleepwalking to her doom, Alice tottered over in her high heels and came to stand to the right of Freddie. Then, as ordered, she lowered herself so she lay down over Freddie's lap, her bottom placed over his legs, her hands on the floor to support herself. She had now dutifully presented her bottom to her Master for her first proper spanking. “That's marvellous, my dear. This is exactly the position a girl should adopt whenever she is presenting her bottom to her Master.” As he spoke, he gently caressed her bottom, which was still just about covered by her tiny skirt. “You see, girls need to understand that it is their duty to serve their Masters. And I think, as I present my case to you, you are beginning to agree with me, aren't you, my dear?” He did not wait for the answer as he lifted the skirt up to reveal her glorious teenage bottom. The cheeks were small, smooth and flawless. Their innocent beauty lovingly framed by her black suspenders. “Oh my!” Was all he could say as he placed his hands on her cheeks and gently stroked the virgin flesh. And as he did, Alice could feel Freddie's enormous dick pressing up against her tummy. He was understandably aroused by events, as was she… “Yes, naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished, don't you think?” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Don't you think?” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh-p-please, stop. You are spanking my poor b-bottom. P-please, s-stop…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Naughty schoolgirl's need to be punished. Don't they my dear…” Freddie was ignoring the howls of protest coming from the poor teenager. He was now only concerned with spanking this girl's delightful little bottom. And as he spanked away, he was also becoming aroused, very aroused in fact. It was not often that he had the pleasure of someone so young at his disposal, and he intended to enjoy her. At his age, it was women in their 20s and 30s that he tended to acquire, housewives who were bored with their marriage and craved the kind of perverse domination that only he could provide. Young teenage schoolgirl's were rapidly becoming a thing of the past for this old man. Spank! Spank! Spank! Her bottom was rapidly turning a bright shade of red. “You have to understand that a girl needs a Master.” Spank! Spank! Spank! “She needs to feel like a bitch” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You want to feel like a bitch, don't you Alice?” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You need to feel like a bitch, don't you?” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You want to be my bitch, don't you? Spank! Spank! Spank! “You want me to be your Master, don't you?” He now stopped spanking her, and instead caressed her glowing cheeks and waited for an answer. Throughout this assault, Alice's initial feelings of pain were rapidly mixed with strong feelings of arousal. Her pussy was dripping love juices on to Freddie's trousers. She was now openly groaning. She knew that any attempt to resist this attack was futile, but she still wanted to try. The small part of her brain that was still functioning was trying to convince her that she was not a “bitch”, Freddie was not her “Master” and she was still a confident, independent woman who did not like to have her bottom spanked. All this despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. “N-no I don't…” Spank! Spank! Spank! Freddie did not like the answer. “Oh, p-please stop…” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You are a horny bitch. Your pussy is dripping wet.” Spank! Spank! Spank! “I can feel how wet your g-string is.” Spank! Spank! Spank! “You love getting spanked.” Spank! Spank! Spank! “So answer my question, you dirty fucking bitch!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh God, p-please be gentle with my poor bottom…” Despite the pain, Alice was close to cumming. The harsh treatment was igniting the obvious feelings of arousal that were common place in a submissive whore. “I will stop spanking you when you answer your Master's questions truthfully!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “And properly!” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Oh! Oh! P-please… Ohhh…” Freddie stopped. “Answer my question; you want to be my bitch don't you?” Close to cumming, her body losing almost all of its will to fight, there was no where left to run for the young girl. “Yes! Oh yes! I want to be your bitch.” “And you want me to be your Master?” “Yes. Please be my Master…” Finally, Alice admitted defeat. She was officially no longer a radical feminist but had become a submissive bitch. And she was now about to pay the consequences. “Bitch, stand up.” Alice was genuinely disappointed that the spanking had stopped, so close was she to cumming. But she knew that there was no alternative but to obey so gingerly got up and stood facing Freddie. Instinctively her hands went to caress her sore bottom. “Bitch, do not dare caress your bottom in my presence! When spanked, you need to feel the pain. Adopt the submissive pose, place your hands in front of you and look down.” Immediately she obeyed. “Good, now that I have demonstrated one way in which a Master can punish his bitch, I need to show you how a bitch can serve and give pleasure to her Master. There are a variety of ways, one of which you witnessed when you saw your mother being fucked in the arse. But normally a man will only fuck his bitch in the arse after she has first satisfied him some other way. I suspect your mother was first ordered to suck her Master's cock. And that is what I am going to order you to do.” Freddie was of course not suspecting anything about Alice's mother since it was he who had ordered her mother on to her knees and made her suck him off. He recalled the delightful experience, he was sitting in a similar chair to the one he was in now, but was downstairs in the lounge. She had brought him over a glass of whiskey and lit his cigar for him. She had then stood in front of him, dressed, as he had ordered, just in her heels, stockings, suspenders and g-string. Nothing else. He then ordered her to suck his cock. She immediately dropped to her knees, unzipped him and took all of his 11 inch cock down her throat. Who would have thought that just a few days later, he was ordering her teenage daughter to do the exact same? Sometimes life was too good to be true. “Y-you want me to suck your, your penis?” Alice asked that horrified by this suggestion. “No, bitch, my cock. You will always refer it as a “cock”. Is this going to be a problem, for you?” “Well, I have never sucked a cock that before.” She whispered. “Don't worry, I will teach you. The first thing you need to do is to kneel between my legs.” Freddie spread his legs and waited. Alice knew that she was about to cross a line which would change her life forever. Her feminism would all go out the window if she did what Freddie told her. She recognised that she had been manipulated and deceived by this conniving, cunning man. But at the same time, she was consenting to all this, albeit under a certain amount of pressure. But she was still in a position to tell him “enough is a enough” and she was not going go through with it. What could he do? He was not physically forcing her to suck his cock. It was his persuasive skills, coupled with the joy of being spanked and believing that she was a submissive whore (a belief ruthlessly instilled into her by Freddie) that was so appealing to this naïve teenager. Freddie had expertly ignited in her feelings that she previously did not know exist. But unfortunately she was also no longer in a position to either resist them, or him. So, after a couple of seconds, she slowly walked over to Freddie, dropped to her knees and waited. She was still looking down and not up at Freddie. But now she was looking directly at his enormous bulge in his trousers. “Now, you need to unzip me and take my cock out of my pants.” Alice's trembling hands came up to Freddie's zipper and slowly she did as she was told. “That's it. Now, take my cock out. Don't me afraid. It is big, but you will learn to handle it.” Alice reached in and her hand came into contact with the throbbing flesh. With some difficulty, due to its size, she dragged it out of Freddie's pants. When she did, it sprang out and hit her on the face. “Oh my God!” She screamed. The size was totally unexpected. She did not think cocks could get so big. “Impressive, I know.” Impressive was an understatement. The cock was huge and to Alice it almost looked as big as the one her mother had fucked… And now, seeing one so closely herself, the power it exuded was incredible. She was transfixed and drawn to it and found herself holding it with both of her small teenage hands, however she was unable to hold it properly, so big was this beast. Instinctively, and without realising she was actually doing it, she gently moved her hands up and down his cock. Sub-consciously the young girl wanted to appreciate its size and power. The head was now only an inch or so away from her mouth which was now open in shock and awe. Freddie was happy to allow her to rub his cock for a little while, content to watch her reaction and the feel of her dainty little hands around his enormous weapon. Most girls, when first presented with his cock reacted the way she did. It was a mixture of awe and fear. At first, they could not get over its size. None of them would have never seen such a big cock before. And for poor Alice it was even worse. As a naïve teenage virgin, was not only the first time she was seeing and holding a cock, she was still to appreciate all the nasty things she was about to be forced to do with it in order to satisfy Freddie's hideous sexual appetite. “Yes, rub my cock. Gain a feel and appreciation of its size and power. Most men do not possess a weapon of such size.” “Yes, it is very big. The one my mother had was also quite big…” Freddie smiled. Yes, you silly bitch, it was my cock. “Well, you mother was very lucky. But now you need to learn how to satisfy your Master. What you are going to do first is to kiss my cock. You need to show your love and appreciation for it. I want you to plant little girly kisses all over my weapon. But as you do, you must continue to gently rub it. And one other thing, you will look up at me. A bitch should always maintain eye contact with her Master.” She looked up at Freddie and looked so sweet and innocent with those lovely blue eyes staring up at him through her glasses, mouth open with a look of fear and excitement. She continued to rub him as Freddie smiled down at her, happy in the knowledge that she would follow his orders. For several seconds nothing happened. Alice licked her lips as she continued looking up at her Master. There were no longer any voices in her head telling her to stop. Her pussy had overwhelmed every sinew of intelligence, commonsense and rationale thought in her body. All that mattered now was serving this cock. Her Master's cock. And she was no longer looking for a reason to explain it. So, very slowly, she moved her mouth down and planted the most sweet, girly little kiss imaginable upon the head of this vile weapon… “That's it, worship your Master's cock, you dirty bitch.” Freddie cried out as Alice began to plant little kisses all over his big ugly dick. “Yes, pay homage to the weapon that you will now serve. You need to respect and love it… That's it, kiss it all over… Up and down… Now I want you to reach down with one hand and play with my balls… That's it, gently squeeze them, not too hard… Yes! Yes! Now, with your other hand continue to rub my cock… Now I want you to lick it… Lick it all over… Good! Good, you are a natural…” Alice found herself happily following her Master's orders. She now found it natural to be a compliant, submissive whore. She also now understood what Freddie had been talking about and how wrong she had been. A dick so big demanded that a young teenager like herself serve and pleasure it. It was her duty to give him pleasure. So, with much enthusiasm, she began to lick his cock, making sure all of it was covered with her saliva. Freddie sat back in his chair and allowed her to go about her work. He admired how much effort she was putting to please him. She was licking his cock like a girl would lick a lolly. And her gentle handling of his weapon for a girl so young and naïve was promising for what lay ahead. After a minute or so, Freddie needed her to step things up. “Now, I want you to open your mouth and suck my cock.” Alice stopped and looked up at him with a quizzical look on her face. “You want me to put your big cock in my mouth?” She sweetly asked. “Yes, bitch, you need to learn how to fuck my cock with your mouth.” “B-but it is so big, I don't think I would be able to get it all in?” The way Alice spoke, in that sweet innocent girly way almost made Freddie cum there and then, but he was able to hold back. For now. “Don't worry, bitch, you will learn. You will learn how to serve your Master. Now suck my cock you naughty girl!” Yes, she was a naughty girl. A naughty dirty schoolgirl who needed to obey her Master, to follow his orders without question. So, moving her head over his massive cock she opened her mouth wide, so wide that her jaws could be heard cracking. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered herself down and her virgin mouth took in a cock for the very first time. This brought about an immediate response of appreciation from the lucky recipient. “Oh yes! Take in as much as you can. You need to learn to suck a man's cock.” To help her, Freddie placed both hands behind her head and pushed her further down. As a result, she managed to take in about half before she began to choke. She looked up at him, pleading with those innocent eyes for some mercy, tears already swelling up in her eyes. Freddie was normally not inclined to ever show mercy to a whore, but he recognised that this particular whore was a cock sucking virgin and he did not want her to vomit all over him. So he stopped. In time she would learn to suck him properly. “Ok, that will do for now. In time, you will need to learn how to take me down completely. All bitch's need to know how to suck cock properly. But since you are a virgin, I will let you off, just this once. Now you need to move your head up and down my cock. Fuck me with your mouth. Try to take in as much as possible but keep on playing with my balls… That's it, suck my cock. Play with my balls… Move your head up and down… Oh yes… Look up at me, bitch, look up at me… So good… So good…” Alice began to obey him and fucked his cock with her teenage mouth. It felt huge and she thought her jaw would break so wide was her mouth being forced open. But somehow she was able to accommodate it. Unfortunately she was still unable to swallow more than 6 inches, something she knew she would have to improve on. But now all she was concerned about was giving her Master as much pleasure as possible. She sucked enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down whilst she gently squeezed his balls. For a few minutes nothing could be heard other than the lovely sound of a young girl sucking big cock. Tears trickled down her face as the gagging sensation of having something so large being forced down her throat naturally caused the teenage virgin a little discomfort. But despite this, she never once stopped seeking to give her Master pleasure. And Freddie certainly appreciated the efforts the poor girl was making to sate his gross lust. As she worked away, eager to satisfy him, he merely sat back, put his hands behind his head and groaned out loudly with pleasure, smiling as he looked down as his subservient schoolgirl whore. And if anyone else had had the pleasure of looking, they would have been shocked by the debauched activities taking place in the teenager's bedroom. The pink carpet, pictures of pop bands on the wall, the place littered with soft cuddly teddy bears and a desk with homework on it all spoke of a room being a place of youth and innocence. But inside nothing innocent was taking place inside for, kneeling on the pink carpet was this beautiful teenage slut; she was kneeling like a dog with her hands on Freddie's thighs, her knees on the floor spread wide apart with her beautiful little bottom thrust out and up. In this position, and with her short skirt offering useless protection, anyone who was looking from behind would have been able so see all of the girl's spanked red arse. Some of the teddy bears that Freddie had brushed from the chair on to the floor now lay next to her. They seemed to be looking up at her in shock as the young girl was forced to suck this huge cock. A cock whose owner was not only old enough to be her father, but was old enough to be her grandfather. Her youth, innocence and beauty contrasted sharply with this old, evil man. It was not right. Such abuse of teenage purity should never be allowed. But it was, and it was all down to the genius of Freddie. “Oh yes, that's good. Very good. Suck that cock. Suck that cock you dirty whore. Oh yes!” Alice, pleased that she was doing so well, increased her efforts, which elicited even louder groans from her Master. “Oh God you are good. So good for someone so young! Oh yes, you are a bad schoolgirl aren't you? You are a naughty schoolgirl who needs to suck her Master's cock… Now, play with my balls… Yes, gently massage them… That's right…” Alice found that the more she complied with Freddie's disgusting orders, the more her pussy became wet. So much so she could feel her juices dribbling down on to her thigh. “Bitch, I want you to suck my balls. Yes, stop sucking my cock and take one of my big balls into your mouth.” Alice removed the cock from her mouth and innocently looked up at him. “You, you want me to suck your balls?” “Yes bitch, do as I say.” “Yes, yes, I must do what you say.” Immediately she lowered her head and inserted one of his plumb size balls into her mouth. “Oh God, that is so good. Yes, suck my balls. Suck them gently… Now suck the other… But keep on rubbing my cock, yes, rub it… Now lick them, lick my sack… Look up at me… Oh God, that is good, that is so fucking good… Now, carry on sucking my cock… Oh that's it, take as much down as you can… Yes, I think you have taken in an extra inch or so from last time… You are getting used to it… Look up at me, always look up at your Master when you are sucking his cock… Oh dear, you are crying a lot… Is this cock too big for my naughty little schoolgirl?” Alice knew that was not a question but more of a challenge. As such she continued to suck and squeeze, tears steaming down her face so keen was she to take in as much of his cock as possible. But still she could only manage around seven inches. She looked up at Freddie who was now panting wildly, the sweet attentions that this virgin was applying to his cock and balls were now getting too much for him. He still could not get over the fact that this teenage schoolgirl slut was kneeling on her bedroom floor paying homage to the same cock that her mother had been forced to suck only a few days before. She was still not as good a cock sucker as her mother but that would come with practice. Lots and lots of practice that Freddie intended to give her. “Yes, you are a naughty girl, aren't you Alice? Tell me Alice, are you are naughty schoolgirl who likes to be ordered to suck cock?” He asked that looking down at her. She knew that this was a question that needed answering. She took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. “Yes, I am a naughty schoolgirl who likes to be ordered to suck cock. Oh yes, Freddie, I am a very bad schoolgirl who needs to suck cock.” She replied without hesitation, all the while continuing to rub him with both hands. “Don't call me Freddie. You must now call me “Daddy "". “Daddy?” She questioned sweetly. His cock was now just inches away from her face as she wanked him off. “Yes, Daddy. You will always call me Daddy.” She understood the significance of this and she licked her lips and rubbed him harder. “Yes, you are naughty, very naughty in fact. And what happens to naughty schoolgirls, Alice? What does Daddy do to naughty little schoolgirls?” “Daddy spanks their bottom and they have to suck Daddy's big cock.” Her reply was instinctive as well as being the truth. She found that she liked calling him “Daddy” since it reinforced the taboo act of an older man and younger girl which she found so appealing. “Yes, you liked being spanked, don't you Alice?” “Oh yes, Daddy, I am a naughty girl who likes to have her bottom spanked by her Daddy!” “And you like to suck my big cock?” “Oh yes Daddy! Your cock is so big and it is so naughty sucking it. Do you want your little girl to carry on sucking Daddy's big cock?” Alas to this question, no verbal response was forthcoming from Freddie. As Alice uttered the words “Daddy's big cock "" Freddie could not hold out no longer and his only response was for his dick to shake in her fragile hands and he started to spurt out copious amounts of hot warm creamy spunk all over the teenager's beautiful face. “Oh, I am cumming bitch! I am cumming. Take Daddy's spunk all over you face, you bad fucking schoolgirl!” And in a matter of just a few seconds Alice's once angelic face was covered with copious amounts of thick creamy spunk, some of it splattered her glasses resulting in her sight being somewhat obscured by white blobs on her lenses. Alice screamed in shock and horror at what was happening to her, her mouth open as she screamed out in disgust, but that only meant that some of the spunk flew into her mouth. As she knelt there, still holding Freddie's now rapidly deflating cock, her face covered in spunk, some of it dripped on to the floor, landing on one of the teddy bears below. Now, all elements of innocence had well and truly been defaced by “Daddy”. The schoolgirl had just completed Lesson One. Lesson 2 would begin shortly.