Ch. 04
A mother submits
Alicia was struck dumb. Admitting to this bully that she was his slut was despicable. It was her being bad, not him. Not just bad, she was disgusting. He was just a naughty eighteen-year-old boy, whereas she was a mature woman of thirty-six, and should know better.
Being naturally submissive had been awkward at times, but suddenly it had become dangerous. Visiting James to ask him not to bully her son, had turned into a nightmare. He was an accomplished bully, far more manipulative than she could have imagined.
A combination of blackmail, and a threat to her son, had her complying to his demands. He'd dressed her to look like a slut, though it was behaving like one that was damning. Had he corrupted her, or just brought out the slut in her?
James cleverly put her into bad situations, so she had to beg him to get her out of them. Begging a mere boy for help, added to the feeling of being pathetic and vulnerable. Promising to do whatever he wanted, became more demeaning every time.
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Keeping up with his long strides, she had to jog. Her braless breasts were bouncing around in the blouse. That didn't matter, as it was vital to get back to his car and leave the school. If anyone saw her dressed like a slut, it would be so very bad for her reputation. What would they think of her, trotting along beside this bully. Would they guess how disgusting she had been?
They drove from her son's school, after Alicia promised to go anywhere he wanted. There was no choice, she had to submit to her son's bully. He just laughed at her discomfort, telling her she had to obey him, if she didn't want the nasty video's uploaded onto the internet.
They both sat silently contemplating the last twelve hours. It had been a hell of a ride for both of them, though experienced completely differently. Alicia had been humiliated beyond endurance. James took control of a mature woman, and fucked her.
James looked across to her, and couldn't help grinning. It looked as though she were sinking into the seat, trying to disappear. Certainly she didn't want to be there, but the woman had no choice. He'd snared the woman with well honed bullying tactics. In his home, the submissive mother hadn't stood a chance.
'Where are we going?' she asked.
'You don't need to know, you just go where, when, and do whatever I say,' he smirked.
'You could still tell me,' she tried.
'What can you do about it if I told you?' he said.
Again he was turning her positive thoughts around, pulling them apart, leaving her feeling pessimistic. Any attempt to free herself he blocked, for her to feel hopeless.
Before she could answer he pulled up, and said, 'Here.'
They both realised she hadn't tried to deny that she was complying with his demands. Her mouth worked hard, yet the words couldn't be found to object. Damn it! Her son was the same age as James, yet she found herself trapped into obeying him.
'Alright, whatever you say,' she murmured.
The area was a rough, abandoned warehousing district. James was from a nice middle class family, well, maybe not so nice. So when did he go off the rails, and why? That might be a clue as to why he was doing this to her, and point to a way out of the mess.
'Stop daydreaming and get out,' he said, and tugged her arm.
A small door opened in a larger one, leading into a warehouse. There were teenagers standing around in groups. Like James they were eighteen. Despite dressing like one of them, she felt everyone of her thirty-six years. He dragged her by the arm to a group of youths talking in a corner. Loud music drowned out what was said.
'My latest, Alicia,' he introduced her.
Alicia cringed at the idea of being his latest girlfriend. They were looking at her as though she were a common slut. It didn't take much thought to realise that was how she looked, and how she was behaving. They could see she was old, yet didn't say anything.
One or two nodded their heads, that's all. Adolescents find it difficult to communicate, and certainly couldn't show emotion. Inconvenience them, and a reaction might be seen. As long as they could sleep in, stay out late, have money when wanted, they could function without a problem.
Alicia noticed a girl in the corner, slumped on a sofa.
She couldn't help asking, by shouting over the music, 'Is she alright? How old is she?'
'That's Philly, she's eighteen, same birthday as me,' James informed her.
The girl looked older, much older, almost as old as she did. Obviously drugs had aged the poor thing.
James was welcomed into the group with a slight motion of the hand, or a raised eyebrow. Having embarrassed her with this group, others were found to discomfit her. They walked to another area of the warehouse, to grab a coffee.
'Hi, Rainbow, anything going?' James asked.
'Not much. This the bitch you want pierced?' he asked, sounding disinterested.
'Yea. Now okay?' James asked.
He'd arranged it on the phone, though Rainbow wasn't so hot on dates and times. Sometimes James thought it was contrived, to go with his reputation. He was a hippy, decades too late. He knew the music, and had a rainbow tattoo across his back. Wearing beads, long hair, and a beard, fitted the contrived image.
They walked across the warehouse to a far corner, with James holding tight onto her hand.
'Sit there,' James told her.
He lifted the skirt and tucked it into the waist band.
'Lift your hips,' he ordered and pulled her panties off.
Alicia slammed her thighs together. He pulled one leg over, the other came with it, so he slapped her leg, hard. Another slap to her face, and she separated them. He pulled the leg against the side of the chair. He slid a bar into a slot at the front of the chair, holding the leg in place. He did the same to the other leg, so she was sitting with legs spread.
The word piercing had been heard, though nothing else. It seemed too late now but she had to try.
'Please, James, I can't have a piercing. My husband will see it. Please! Don't pierce me,' she whined.
