Authors Note: Here we are again my dear readers. Becky is still trapped in Charlottes cruel clutches (If you don't know what I am talking about, go back and read Parts 1 & 2 before you continue). This story is really taking on a life of its own. The real Becky loves it and we both are enjoying all of your thoughts and comments. Please continue to tell us both what you think. This story does seem like it's going to be many more chapters than all my previous ones, however, it's still all about Non consent, forced sex, blackmail and the like, so...If you don't care for this sort of story, we won't be hurt if you move on. And if it is your thing, then sit back, read and enjoy as...Becky Gets Put in Her Place (yet again!)
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The alarm clock began its incessant 'beeping' and Becky rolled over with a groan and slapped her hand down onto it, silencing the noise. For a moment, she just lay in the bed and considered just pulling the covers back up over her head and pretending like yesterday had never happened. Yesterday: When her entire world had changed and not for the better. She allowed herself a moment of self-indulgent pity as she thought about what had happened to her. It really wasn't fair. She had been feeling a lack of intimacy in her marriage for almost two years and when she had met a fellow online who said he was feeling the same way, she had started writing to him. He wrote back, they talked, flirted and eventually, their flirting turned even deeper, sharing sexually explicit fantasies with one another. It made her feel...wanted again. Then, he had asked for a picture of her. She had obliged and sent him a few photos, her in the yard, a smiling head shot, playing with her dogs. But he wanted more. Eventually she began sending lingerie shots, her robe hanging partially open. Never explicitly showing anything but getting close to it.
Then, he had sent her a very explicit picture of his cock. His hand had been wrapped around it and it had been so big and hard. When she admitted to him that she liked it, he told her it was her turn. Becky had hesitated but, in the end, she set up her phone and took a picture of herself in the shower, completely naked. Her face burned just thinking about that. But she had sent it to him. That's when things started to go so wrong.
Becky's next-door neighbor was a woman named Charlotte. She had an 18-year-old son named Peter and had gotten divorced a few years back. Since then, she spent her time sleeping with several different men, parading them in and out of her house at all hours of the day and night. She was an attractive woman, but she continually wore inappropriate clothes as she went around the neighborhood. Short-shorts, halter tops that barely covered her large melon-sized chest. She just didn't act the was a single mom should act, in Becky's opinion. And yes, perhaps she had been a bit judgmental and let her opinion of Charlotte be known.
Then, yesterday, Charlotte had come over to borrow Becky's backyard grill (The woman was always borrowing something) and Becky had foolishly left her laptop open. Charlotte had seen the picture her friend had sent her, and the one she had sent back. She had sent all of her private correspondence to her own emails and told Becky that if she didn't do everything that she demanded of her, that she would send those pictures to Becky's husband.
Becky knew that those pictures would destroy him, so she had gone with Charlotte over to her house to do whatever she asked, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she was capable of doing the things she put her through. Becky had been stripped naked and teased and tormented for hours. She had invited a neighbor from down the street over to participate and even had her son Peter and his best friend David get involved. They had made Becky suck all of their cocks, multiple times. Becky had never swallowed cum before and yet they forced her to guzzle every single load that was dumped in her mouth. Brian, her neighbor had fucked her, Peter and David had too. Then she had been tied down and given an enema with hot water while they nearly brought her to orgasm again and she once more sucked cock. Finally, they had taken her into the bedroom and all three of them had fucked her airtight. Her pussy, ass and mouth had been filled. She had been brought to the most explosive orgasm that she had ever had and all three of them came in her. Worst of all, Charlotte had taken even more pictures and videos of it all and now threatened to send them, not only to her husband but to her friends and neighbors as well.
After it was all over, Charlotte had told Becky to go home, get a good night's sleep and be back in the morning. She had told Becky that she was taking her shopping. Becky was afraid to find out what that meant. Still, if she didn't want those pictures and videos spread all over town... With one more deep sigh, she threw back her comforter and swung her legs off the side of her bed. Fortunately, her husband went to work early so she wouldn't have to come up with an excuse as to why she was going out so early. Looking at the clock by her bedside, she saw that she had no more time to waste. She got up and went into the bathroom to get ready.
She turned on the hot water in the shower and got in under the harsh, stinging spray. Her body was still sore from all the exertions she had been put through yesterday. Who knew sex was so athletic. She washed herself thoroughly, shampooing her hair twice and making sure to thoroughly clean between her legs. She still felt incredibly soiled after everything she had been made to do but as she washed herself, she could feel that deep tingling rumble sending little bursts of excitement through her. She hated Charlotte and her dirty boys for what they had done to her, but here, alone, she could admit how good they had made her feel. They brought out sensations and emotions in her that no one had ever done before. She shook her head to clear it and quickly rinsed off. It was wrong to feel that way about sex with anyone but her husband. They had shamed her and she was determined not to let that happen again.
Out of the shower she dried herself off and used the hairdryer to blow-dry her hair. As she did, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had never considered herself beauty, but she could admit that she was cute. 5'6" tall and about 118 lbs., her body was very trim. Small breasts, not much in the way of hips to speak of. Her ass was round, and she thought it looked all right. She had always been a bit ashamed of her pussy. It had thin lips and a clit that hung out just below, but it was very sensitive. It never took much effort playing with it to get her juices flowing. Still, her body was not for public consumption, it was for her husband and him alone. She had only been with a few men prior to marrying him almost 20 years ago and none of them had ever been very creative in bed. She loved her husband very much and he had always satisfied her but about two years ago he had gotten in an accident and after recovery he just didn't seem interested in sex all that much. She supposed that was what had led her to reach out to that man on the internet.
She took a deep breath and banished those thoughts. She would go over to Charlottes today, but just to let her know that yesterday was all there would ever be. She shook out her dirty blonde hair and brushed it out, then tied it up in a nice ponytail. Unlike Charlotte, Becky did not dress provocatively at all. She went to her dresser and looked through it till she found a simple mesh plunge bralette. It was simple, clean and comfortable. She slipped it on and located the matching mesh boyshort panties. They weren't fancy but Becky didn't care. Besides, she was determined that no one else would see these anyway. She found a nice dark blue t-shirt and a pair of acid wash jeans. She pulled on a pair of white socks and a pair of tennis shoes. She never bothered much with makeup and she definitely wasn't trying to impress anyone now, so she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Charlotte was already waiting out front, and Becky was relieved to see that her boys, nor her neighbor Brian, were anywhere to be seen. Charlotte of course was a study in contrast to Becky. Next to Becky's plain, some might even say drab clothing, Charlotte looked positively wanton. She wore a man's white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The top three buttons were undone, and she had tied the lower hem into a knot below her large breasts, exposing plenty of skin in cleavage and her tummy. She wore a pair of black shorts, that for once, were just barely long enough but very tight, hugging every curve of her ample ass. And she was wearing sandals with a two-inch heel. Charlotte had not forsaken makeup, with bright red lipstick and blush on her cheeks. Gaudy fake eyelashes fluttered as she batted her eyes at Becky and looked down at the slim but very expensive woman's watch she was wearing.
"Charlotte..." Becky began but before she could say anything else, Charlotte slapped her across the cheek. Becky flinched more out of shock than pain and stared wide-eyed at Charlotte.
"Did none of the lessons we taught you yesterday stick in that simple little brain of yours? That is not how you address me!" Becky stared at the tall, statuesque woman.
"I...I thought..." she stammered, not really certain how to respond. She wasn't accustomed to being slapped. And what if the neighbors saw that? How could she explain that?
"I don't believe you were thinking at all! Now, address me properly or I will pull down your britches and spank that bottom of yours red right here in your driveway!" Becky stared at Charlotte and a fear began to knot and coil in her stomach. She believed her when she made that threat.
"I...I'm sorry...Mistress." She muttered the response quietly, her eyes downcast. All the fine words and bravado that she had intended to face Charlotte with this morning had simply evaporated. She found she was trembling. Charlotte gazed at her and then nodded.
"That's better." Then she began to take a more critical look at Becky. She looked her up and down, taking in the simple, plain clothes she had chosen to wear, slowly shaking her head. "No, no, this simply will not do! Take off that shirt right now! It's pathetic!" Becky started at that.
"My shirt?" She gasped. Are you serious? I couldn't..." Again, Charlotte did not allow her to finish her sentence.
"I thought you might be stubborn this morning, so I had these printed out last night." She turned around ignoring Becky's look of indignation and opened the door of her car. She reached in and pulled out a manilla folder. Turning back to Becky, she opened it and displayed the contents to her. Becky stared down at the glossy 8x10 photographs that were being shown to her.
There she was, naked, sitting on Brian's cock, Peter deep in her ass and her mouth wrapped around David's cock. Charlotte quickly rifled through a few of them and pulled another out. Becky, still naked, staring up at Charlotte as if begging, which, in fact, she was. Her breath began to catch in her chest, and she grabbed at the pictures trying to close the folder.
"Put those away, please!" she begged. "Before someone sees them!"
"Oh, someone will see them right now unless you do exactly what I tell you." She closed the folder and stared at Becky. "Now...Take. Your. Shirt. off. Right. Now! She punctuated each word carefully. "I won't ask you again. Either you do as I say, or you don't. And you know the consequences of refusing.
