Authors Note:
Dear readers, what you have here is the beginning of the next chapter in Becky's journey to total slutdom. If you don't know who Becky is, you should definitely go back and read "Becky Gets Put in Her Place" before you continue. I want to thank everyone who has been along with us for the journey so far and if you are new, then welcome. Your in for quite the ride. Becky is a real woman I met through this site and these are fantasies she has asked me to write for her. There is lots of nonconsensual sex as well as bondage and other darer themes so, as always, if this isn't your personal fetish, then feel free to find something else. For those of you still with us, let's get started - and please, continue to comment and let Becky and I know what you think and any thoughts you might have for what comes next!
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It had been just over a week since Becky Jameson had been tied up and gangraped at the homeless camp. In that time, her neighbor and chief tormentor Charlotte Rankin had left her almost completely alone. After a week of forced sexual encounters and being dragged off to fuck everyone from Becky's neighbors to Charlottes son and his best friend, she had suddenly been left alone. It almost felt as though she'd been abandoned, which was a stupid way to think of it. She hadn't wanted to do any of the things that Charlotte had made her do and yet every time, she found her body reacting stronger and faster to everything that was forced upon her.
Bondage. Anal, gangbangs, nothing seemed to be left out and though Becky would never have admitted this out loud to anyone, deep inside her most private thoughts, she had begun to realize that in some dark, awful way, she craved it. It wasn't just the sex, though that felt amazing. It was the rush of being forced to act against what she thought of as her nature. Being forced to suck a strangers cock or have a group of neighbors handcuff her and fill all her holes, giving her no choice in the matter. It embarrassed and shamed her and yet, it was exactly those awkward, cruel feelings that infused her with the strangest sense of purpose and fulfilment that she had ever had. By being given no choice in what happened to her, she could feel complete release. And, still feeling bad about what was happening, while contradictingly relishing what happened to her, allowed her to somehow accept it all, freeing her from repercussions or guilt.
Now however, she was starting to wonder if maybe she had been under some form of Stockholm syndrome, the condition where a victim begins to relate or even sympathize with their captor. Was that what had happened to her?
Over the last week she had slowly recovered from her ordeals. She had spent time reacclimating herself to the normal and mundane everyday tasks at home. She found herself pushing her affection upon her husband more than she normally would. He seemed to enjoy the attention but he wasn't up to lovemaking every night, even though Becky did her best to instigate it, and even when he did, Becky found it didn't quite satisfy her the way it used to. Or, maybe it never had and she simply hadn't known any better. Whatever the case, after their session of lovemaking was finished, Bill would roll over and go to sleep while Becky would lie there in bed, wondering what she could do next time to feel more, and, also wondering why she felt that she needed more.
A few times during the week, Becky had taken a walk around her neighborhood, always making sure to walk past Charlottes house, but she never saw her busty neighbor, never even got a call or a text from her. Twice, she had seen Peter and David out front, once mowing the lawn and weeding the front garden, and once heading out to somewhere. Both times her heart had leapt in her chest as she froze momentarily, wondering (hoping) if the boys would order her inside and make her suck their cocks and more. They had made it very clear to her that anytime they demanded it, she was to drop to her knees and give them a blowjob, no questions asked. This was often accompanied by rough groping, spanks on her ass and even spit-roasting her from each end. But nothing happened either time. They noticed her and acknowledged her with a nod or a wave but nothing else. Becky began to wonder if they had tired of her, or worse, had she done something to upset them? Again, a ridiculous thought, they were the ones forcing themselves on her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed and with that feeling came a sense of loss.
As the week wore on, Becky did her best to ignore the small voice inside her that continued to tell her that she was a slut and was no good for anything except as a receptacle for others desires. When she found herself dwelling on these feelings too much, she would purposely shake herself, both physically and mentally and then go and find something to do to get her mind out of that rut. Sometimes it was housecleaning or yard work. Other times she would take herself out for a drive and stop at a local restaurant she liked to treat herself to something. She considered going shopping for some new shoes or a nice dress, but that seemed to hit a little close to the mark as she remembered how Charlotte had taken her out shopping at an adult boutique and everything that had happened there, so she stuck with food.
It was now Saturday, six days since the homeless camp. Bill had a date with several of his friends from work so Becky was left to her own devices and that suited her. Today, for one of the first times in a while, she was feeling really good. No dark thoughts rattling about in her head. She had woken up early, taken a hot shower and made breakfast for her and Bill before he headed out.
Then she had cleaned the kitchen and now she was relaxing in the living room, trying to decide what she would do this afternoon. Maybe she could see if anything good was playing at the local cinema. She had just decided to pull up the website for the theatre on her computer when someone knocked at her door.
As she headed towards the front door, the long side window next to it showed the unmistakable form of her neighbor Charlotte and for a moment she was rocked with a dizzying wave of Déjà vu, recalling almost two weeks ago when Charlotte had come over to borrow something. That's when she had found out Becky's secret, that she was corresponding with a man over the internet and had sent him a nude picture. That had been the start of Charlottes blackmail and Becky's degradation.
Her steps faltered slightly but she got herself under control and opened the door. Charlotte stood there, dressed as usual in a t-shirt that was probably one size too small, so it clung almost obscenely to her large, full breasts. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra as the outlines of her nipples could be seen through the thin material. It also bared her midriff, exposing her belly button, which was pierced with a silver pin. She wore jeans, but they were the pre-torn style and had several gaps in them that left little to the imagination. She smiled as Becky opened the door and stared in some confusion at her.
"Charlotte...uh, hi." She paused for a moment, her mind racing as to what she could possibly want. Her heart started to pound a little faster as she worried that she knew. "What, uh, brings you over?" Charlotte looked at Becky and smiled. A wide, sly, predatory smile that only made Becky's trepidation worse.
"We're going on a little field trip today," she said, a hint of something devious in her voice. She looked Becky up and down who was dressed casually for the afternoon. A dark blue tank top, jeans, sandals. She was actually wearing underwear. She smiled back at Charlotte and swallowed nervously.
"A, uh...field trip?" Ideas of what Charlotte could possibly have in mind considering several of her other trips made Becky's pulse race. Charlotte grabbed her arm and pulled her out onto the steps of the house, leading her towards her car which was parked in the driveway.
"Come on, you'll love it!" Becky stopped Charlottes pull long enough to reach back and close and lock the front door, then she allowed herself to be guided to her car. Charlotte even opened the passenger side door and let Becky get in, then shut the door and came around to the driver's side. Becky was so intent on watching Charlotte and wondering what was in store this time that it wasn't until she felt a hand reach over the seat, groping at her breast that she even realized that Peter was in the car.
"Hi Becky!" Peter said, his hand slipping beneath the neckline of her tank top and sliding down to her breast. "Long time no see!" He gave her breast a hard squeeze, delighting when it made Becky moan. Charlotte slid in behind the wheel of the car and gave a sharp look back at Peter.
"Remember what I said!" She growled harshly. Sit back and put your seat belt on!" Peter looked chagrinned but he removed his hand and sat back, buckling up. Becky looked back at Peter and then to Charlotte, feeling slightly confused. Charlotte didn't usually care whether Peter groped her, or worse. And now that she was thinking about it, where was his friend?"
"Uh, where's David?" She asked looking at both Peter and Charlotte. "Isn't he usually with you?" Before Peter could respond, Charlotte jumped in.
"He's on a bit of a time out this week!" She said harshly, and Becky heard something more suggestive in that statement but couldn't tell what it meant. (*
See "
Charlottes story
", coming soon for more on this!
) "Today it's just me and Peter!" Then, before Becky could ask anything else, she started the car and pulled out of the driveway. She turned the car towards the main road and soon they were travelling down one of the major highways towards the downtown region.
Becky felt that there was a forced silence in the air, something that lay between Peter and his mom but Becky didn't know how to broach that subject so she stared out the window for a while, watching cars and parts of the city go by. Finally she worked up her nerve and turned to Charlotte.
