Auntie Target Of Revenge Pt 02

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Note: multi part, fiction description: Auntie is on the wrong side of revenge.

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As if the sound of the irregular breath from across the room wasn't sufficient, Jane's dazed look from the mirror reflection provided confirmation for Bobbie.

"Strip."

Neither had moved. Jane would need to learn that lack of action was not acceptable.

Clear and loud enough to be heard, the sound of contact the container Bobbie slammed down upon the dresser's top lasted longer than expected. The room bounced the sound rather than adsorb it. Jane's eye movement revealed her trance was broken.

"You heard me Auntie, strip, now."

Jane's expression retained shock but it already started to be replaced by a mixture of confusion and anger. Her focus had jumped from the source of the pressure wave back to Bobbie. NO, Jane said, but realized it did not escape beyond her mind. Was Bobbie was on drugs? She didn't act like it downstairs. What the hell got into her?

"What? I heard you. Are you crazy?"

Bobbie turned and faced Jane.

"Take all your clothes off now, and be quick about it."

Bobbie hadn't raised her voice yet. With someone else, she likely would have.

Jane now looked defiant. Drugs or not. Family friend, let alone dating her son, irrelevant. Who the hell does Bobbie think she is?

"You need to leave Bobbie."

"Auntie. You're a closet slut, but none the less, you are a S L U T. I've known for a long time. You've known longer. This room smells like you tortured yourself again while poorly masturbating this morning."

"Get the hell out of my house. NOW!"

"See, a very frustrated slut at that. Whatever you thought it has been, every time you tried, it has never been an orgasm. Not the way orgasms are meant to be. We both know that."

"I can and will change that if you like. If you let me. I am good at it. All you have to do is accept and do what I say. It begins by you taking off your clothes and following my directions. So Auntie, what will it be?"

Jane's mind was close to being at maximum spin by the time Bobbie asked the question. Jane heard the question, but her body prevented her from responding in the same manner as before. It should have been automatic. It was likely her body also prevented her from storming out of the room. Bobbie wasn't blocking her path. All she had to do was turn and walk away. Right now, Jane wasn't sure if she could even crawl out. She didn't understand why her mind was doing this to her.

Jane felt sick. So much was going on in her mind and she couldn't stop any of it. She was replaying the moments since the doorbell rang, trying to make sense of everything or just anything at this point. At the same time, memories from different times of her life, a few that were buried deep, accelerated to the part of her mind that forced her to replay them as she stood there.

Jane now realized, of all things, she was horny. Her pussy wanted attention. Lots of it. It wanted satisfaction. She was confused. She was shocked her body was reacting this way. Earlier today with her vibe, and even this past weekend when she rubbed one off without the high tech, she thought that would hold her over for a while. Twice in such a short time span, she should have been good until this coming weekend.

Bobbie had been in this situation numerous times before. But never in the position Jane was in now. That was not her fate. Each time, the female before her had been made the offer. Every time, the female before her had to make a decision. An important one indeed.

"Auntie, strip now. If you do not, I leave immediately. I will never make this offer again. You have three seconds."

Nothing was in her mind now except what Bobbie had just said, the signals her horny body was sending, and the promise of cumming like never before. She took her eyes off Bobbie as she felt embarrassment rising. In the same spot she stood after entering her bedroom, Jane proceeded to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't sure if she started in enough time. She was even forming what she would say to Bobbie to get her to stay. Begging crossed her mind. But Jane sensed Bobbie hadn't moved from her spot as she undid the last button. She removed her top and neatly laid it on her bed.

Her eyes still had not returned to Bobbie's. Jane reached behind her and unhooked her lovely lace bra.

"Look at me while you strip naked. And, don't take all day Slut, you aren't doing a strip tease in a burlesque show for me."

Jane had held her bra to her breasts. The material rubbing against them drew Jane's focus from Bobbie. She didn't need her breasts uncovered to know her nipples were hard and ready for play. Surprised, she noticed her arms were moving. She cursed herself. She recognized she was already at the point she now needed her breasts and nipples seriously attended to.

"My name is Jane. Stop..."

"Well Auntie, got news for you. In private or while engaged in any training and activities I assign you, you will be called and you will respond to Auntie. Let's not forget, Slut as well. This isn't school and you will not be provided with a complete list of rules you are to memorize. But you are to obey them none the less. All of them. And, you are to obey me."

Bobbie preferred a challenge from a female, particularly at the beginning. She also enjoyed it every now and then during a slut's journey, else it would be absolutely boring. It did not escape her that Jane had not followed her directions. More than once already. Bobbie restrained herself. Normally, rather, quite naturally, she would have taken hands-on corrective action with a female by this point. Any other slut would have a pretty sore red ass, or a tit or two. Appropriate to the challenge and for the slut. However, from the beginning, the idea hatched long ago, Bobbie planned to treat Jane as a special case. Just not always in Jane's favor as it was now.

"You will learn rules as you go. So, pay attention when I talk to you. Sluts do not talk unless spoken to. Now, continue as you were told and be quick about it. I don't like repeating myself. I won't do it often. From now on, you are to do as instructed, without hesitation."

"Now, STOP fuckin' playing with your tits Slut. Keep your eyes on me and do as you were told. Don't delay or stop again until you are standing there completely naked. Otherwise, I may reconsider letting you have any orgasms today."

Embarrassment increased in Jane as she suddenly recalled events going as far back as decades ago. Abruptly, her mind was dragged back to the present having been reminded by her body she was still horny, even more so than a minute ago. She had no one to ask but herself why she was doing this. Likely for only cheap thrills if anything at all. Betrayed by her own body. The unappreciative, insatiable, greedy bitch. The past times, including this morning, weren't that bad. If it wanted satisfaction that much, Jane would have been more than willing to rub one off again.

As the loser of her struggle, Jane finally commanded her eyes to focus on Bobbie as told. She pulled the straps from her shoulders but held the bra to her breasts instead of letting it fall. Another sharp reminder from her body, and the mounting desire forced her to remove and lay her bra on her blouse.

"I didn't tell you to remove your bra just so you could cover up your tits with your arms. Keep going Slut."

Jane was surprised she had covered her breasts. Moving her arms to her pants, she revealed her breasts.

A first. One of many expected if things continue to go as planned. Bobbie finally saw Jane's breasts completely exposed. She had been waiting for this moment for awhile. Bobbie admired Jane's body regardless how she felt about the woman. She had often though Jane could model bras, swimsuits, or other clothing. With minor work, she even thought Jane could make it in the adult entertainment business, either shaking her boobs in front of customers for dollars or doing nude photography and video.

Bobbie planned to see those breasts a lot more. She would keep them exposed, as well as the rest of Jane's body, whenever it was feasible. She intended to touch and play with those tits whenever she wanted. Jane's entire body, actually, was in for a serious workout. With her guidance, Jane would gladly accept that and more.

Bobbie rated Jane's breasts as merely normal looking and average. Yet, she was turned on as she thought she might. Having a new female as well as knowing Jane for years was part of the excitement. Knowing what she had plan for Jane, well, that was orgasmic as Bobbie had already experienced for herself numerous times. She wasn't gay but Bobbie admired and knew how to enjoy a good body.

Bobbie was very happy to find Jane's boobs without enhancements, scars, ink and piercings. She reminded herself, more rules to tell Jane, but later. If Jane wanted to be art, Bobbie would be the artist or it would occur under her direction. Bobbie waited long enough and things were working out as she had hoped. Starting today she could finally have some serious fun, lots of it, and as much as Jane would accept.

Such thoughts. A grin appeared and it didn't need to be restrained this time. At this point, she could care less if Jane noticed. Jane would not be entirely wrong if she thought it was because of her state of nakedness and why. Though this wasn't the first time a slut was someone Bobbie knew, it was the first that the slut was a friend of her parents. Jane might not have realized, what Bobbie's parents would think of their only daughter had also entered Bobbie's mind. It wasn't the first time it happened. Bobbie was certain it would happen again and more often now that she was going to be helping Jane become the best slut she was willing to be. She put the thought aside.

Bobbie watched the movement of Jane's liberated breasts as she unzipped her pants. Both breasts were a nice shape that kept. Breast feeding John didn't ruin them. That wouldn't stop Bobbie from giving him a hard time. They were a decent size to play with. Sufficient to fit in the palm of her hand, and then squeeze, repeatedly. Not innies, Jane's nipples were hard and prominent as Bobbie had hoped. Bobbie planned to give them each the much deserved attention they haven't had. They were going to be sore long before she would twist them the last time before sleep tonight. She reconsidered, sleep might be possible until tomorrow.

Jane kicked her sandals from her feet and took a step towards her bed.

"NO! Strip where you stand."

Intentionally being vocal enough for Bobbie to hear the grumble of objection, frustrated, Jane pushed her pants over her hips and let them fall the rest of the way.

At least they weren't granny panties was all Bobbie could think. Then again, had it been, embarrassment is always a useful tool with sluts and Bobbie would easily find ways to use it until she was done with Jane. Then again, it wasn't exactly sexy let alone a thong, g-string, or open crouch for a bride's night.

Without falling over, Jane managed to wiggle the pants off her legs. She squatted down, picked them off the floor, and neatly put them next to the pile of clothing she wore minutes ago. She almost put her hands in front of her panties.

"Not exactly sexy. Didn't you expect me? Take that damn rag off."

BITCH! Jane would have expressed herself out loud if she hadn't gone this far and be so close to the promise. Her body wanted it badly and was keeping her in line. Jane hooked her thumbs in the only clothing remaining on her body and bent over slightly, pulling them down over her ass. Once clearing her cheeks, she let them fall. She squatted again, picked her panties up and placed them on top of the pants.

Bobbie wanted it to sink in while Jane stood and waited. There had been no contact so far. Soon, that would change now that Jane was completely nude.

What now, came immediately to Jane's mind but was pushed aside just as fast. I did what you told me. When do I get my orgasm you bragged about Bitch?

Fifteen seconds later, Jane was still standing there completely naked, looking directly at her for the most part, and had not said anything.

"You certainly wasted a lot of time. If my coworker comes back before your... Wait. Was that why you delayed? You wanted to be seen naked like this? You want others to watch me make you cum?"

"NO."

Those thoughts had not entered her mind. Until now. Jane became embarrassed, but now excited at the idea.

"Well, if I haven't given you your orgasm before my coworker comes back... It is all your fault. If you hadn't putz'd around, who knows what the possibilities could have been. In the next thirty to sixty minutes, I'd might have been finishing up, giving you your first one. I was really hoping you would have more than one this visit."

Bobbie made sure Jane saw her give her naked body a look over.

"You seem to surely need more than one. That possibility has likely passed. Giving you one will be challenging enough. You may have to wait until I return another time."

Jane knew at this point, she would be truly a mess if she didn't get one today. She, her mind and her body, had to have one.

Bobbie walked around the bed. She picked up the panties and pushed the other clothes that Jane had just laid on the bed, to the floor.

"Hey!"

"Quite. I didn't ask you anything or tell you to talk."

Bobbie sat on the edge of Jane's bed, facing Jane. She played with Jane's panties in her hand for a few seconds. For Jane's benefit, she raised it to her nose and exaggerated a sniff of the crotch.

"Desperation and disappointment."

She hung the panties, a prize, on the headboard. Bobbie then took out her phone. She began to take a photo but Jane covered herself as she turn sideways to Bobbie.

"I thought it was clear that there wasn't anymore time to waste. Do not do that. Face me with your feet about one foot apart. Do not cover yourself. "

After Jane returned to her pose, Bobbie took two photos of Jane.

"What do you intend to do with them? Please do not upload them to the internet."

"I collect photos of sluts. A private collection. Now, just like at the police office, turn to the side."

Jane complied and Bobbie snapped off two photos again.

"Now, your ass."

The process was repeated.

"Now, feet together, bend over, grab your ankles, and stay that way until I tell you to pose differently."

Degrading as Jane found this, she complied again. Bobbie snapped off two shots, then just sat there looking at Jane's ass. A few seconds later, Bobbie took two photos again. Jane heard the clicks repeated, was curious why Bobbie took a total of four this time, but asked no questions.

"Now, stay bent over but release your ankles. Then move your feet about one foot apart, put your hands on your cheeks and pull them apart. Keep you cheeks apart so I can see your crack."

Jane released her ankles but made no other movement.

"Please Bobbie, no."

"Do as you are told."

Very slowly, Jane did as she was told. One of her hands slipped from her cheek and she returned it.

"You can do a better job than that. I told you I want to see your crack."

Jane released her cheeks, then put a better effort into doing what she was told. Her eyes started watering. Bobbie took two photos, spent another ten seconds looking at Jane in such an indecent pose, then took two more photos.

"Stand up, turn and face me."

Jane wiped her eyes before facing Bobbie. Most Sluts Bobbie had in front of her doing the same poses also had to wipe their eyes. It was expected and an aspect that Bobbie used in the selection process. Several were even a sobbing mess and Bobbie had to slow things down a little just to bring the Slut up to full speed by her goal of fifteen minutes. Not the plan for Jane. Bobbie made her stand there for ten seconds. Jane didn't grab her clothes and quit. She didn't refuse, not the photos, not even an obscene pose. Bobbie knew Jane was ready.

"See that wasn't that bad. Come stand in front of me. Right here."

As Bobbie said that, she spread her legs apart and pointed to the floor between.

Jane moved to the position. Jane became very excited. Bobbie didn't need to reach out but a few inches to touch her mouth, boobs, nipples, or pussy. Extending a few more inches Bobbie could reach her ass from the side or, from between her legs. She was hoping she wouldn't have to stand the entire time. She recalled there were a few times she had been weak in the knees a few times and had to sit or lay down immediately. She was a bit younger then.

"Look at me. Always, unless I say differently."

She looked Jane over, holding each area in her gaze for a minute. There only thing missed. Bobbie used her phone again to take close up photos of Jane's tits, nipples and pussy.

Without a command given, Jane spread her legs apart. Bobbie decided not to complain. Whether she did it because her body was cramping or she did it for Bobbie. Bobbie moved the phone in for the strategic view and took eight shots of slightly different positions and angles. She even reached awkwardly for the last two, almost rubbing her arm against Jane's cunt to make like she really needed the shots.

"Auntie, put one foot on the bed near my hip. Make sure your cunt is stretched, but not like the splits. After I get those shots, do the same with the other foot. Then return to this pose."

Jane was horny and wanted at least one of the orgasms before it was too late, but she did as she was told. Hoping Bobbie would be pleased and move on to finally giving Jane her orgasm, she moved her pussy as close to Bobbie as she could. Jane's efforts did not escape Bobbie, but not only would it not make up for earlier, she had no intention of giving extra points. This wasn't grade school.

"Turn around, slowly. Now your ass."