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Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 54

Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 54

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Ellie's voice suddenly changed to a combination of southern drawl and Cajun accents. "You may not recognize this email address, but you better recognize it will be in your best interest to read it, slut! Or your life is going to take a massive turn for the worse," Ellie began.

"Wow, Brook doesn't start out slow, does she? Not one to mince words. She gets right down to business with her threats," Ellie commented in her normal voice before resuming.

"We've never got along since the first day we met. I just chalked that up to your being a cunt and hating the idea that a younger, prettier, and overall sexier woman took Roger away from you. Actually, I didn't take him. He ran to me and away from you. He wanted a real woman he could be proud to call his." Ellie read.

"I tried to act gracious whenever Justin and Harper came to visit their daddy. Roger and I weren't even married yet, but I treated those kids just like I would my own kin. I was even friendly to you the first time we met, but all you did was scowl. Oh, I saw you try to hide it and make nice and then you told the kids to call if they needed to come home early with that nasty little side glance at me. That was the first time I saw you for the bitch you were."

Ellie paused to laugh, "Friendly, my ass! Beth took me along for that first trade-off. Brook's goodwill was as fake as a losing politician's. The woman was positively gloating! Oh yeah, right in front of us she gave those kids big warm hugs and pulled them one at a time into her big titties as she welcomed them to 'her' home. Her home, my ass! She was just shacking up with Roger at the time. They didn't get married until a year later."

Ellie resumed her reading, "You never darkened my door again. Instead, you sent one or both of your slave girls to drop the kids off and be there to collect them when Roger and I returned them to your place. Roger just shrugged it off, but I knew the score. You were intimidated by a younger, fresher woman. I was only twenty-seven then and in my prime. I'm still in my prime. My pussy is still tight as it ever was. From what I know now, yours has to be stretched out and floppy, like any worn-out whore."

"You know I treated Justin and Harper well. They didn't say it out loud, but I know you asked them questions about how they were treated when with me. Little sneaky ways of asking, too. Like did you have a good time? Did you eat well? Like I was going to treat my man's kids like trash and not feed them the very best, just like I feed Roger. But did you ever give me credit for being a good stepmom? Hell, no!"

"You refused to darken my door, never once coming to my house even when Roger invited you for holidays. You even refused to attend the barbecue birthday parties I hosted for them each year. I wondered what kind of callous, hateful bitch would do that to her own children."

"Now I realize you were acting out because of your total insecurity. You were intimidated by a superior woman and have been all this time. I'm prettier, have a better body, bigger tits, and I'm in better shape. Most women are in awe of women like me. They want to be like me. I'm a hotter, sexier woman than most, but I am nice to everyone, even those not as blessed as myself. Which made your open disrespect hurt even more."

"The icing on the cake was how you treated Roger and me when the kids graduated high school last year. I know you remember that. All those families gathered in the convention center. But would her majesty think to sit with the father and stepmom of her kids? Fuck no! When the graduates walked across the stage the families jumped up and cheered and made a big ruckus to let their kid know how proud they were. There we were, Roger and I standing and yelling on one side, and a hundred feet away were you three, Mom and her two slaves. You have to know people came up to me later to ask me about it. It was embarrassing. Others had extended families with stepmoms and stepdads, and they buried the hatchet for at least the hour or so it took for the ceremony, but not Miss Bethany Edwards."

"Some even thought it was me being the bitch and not wanting to sit next to you, the successful businesswoman, knowing one of Roger's businesses had just failed. I could see the disbelief in their eyes when I denied it."

Beth interrupted Ellie to explain, "Roger got wind of an opportunity and decided to get into the restaurant business. He did not do his research that it is a tough business with narrow profit margins and a quarter of them fail in the first year. You need to have the resources to weather the tough times. But when Roger was offered what he thought was a great deal on two restaurants, he jumped on it. It was not a bad decision in itself as both were keeping the doors open, and that was building his equity, but he was not making enough to put away cash reserves. The big draw for one of his places was the lunch trade from the mall across the lot. Then the mall suddenly closed due to structural damage after a hurricane and had to have massive reconstruction. The parking lot on that side was occupied by maintenance vehicles and building material. Foot traffic dwindled and the restaurant could not take the loss of business; Roger could not shore it up with the marginal profits of his second place. He lost his ass."

Ellie snickered. "It didn't help your relationship when you bought both businesses for less than the value of the buildings themselves. You kept the more successful restaurant running like it was. Then you converted the other place into an office building. You made enough selling the equipment to pay for the renovation. It's a real estate office on one side and a cell phone outlet on the other now."

"I only covered half the renovation costs with the sale of the equipment." Beth countered with a grin. "I knew a guy who was setting up a restaurant up I-49 and needed to equip the place. I gave Roger a fair price, considering. He got out from under it before he went totally bankrupt with a little money to try something else. I know it kicked him in the nuts to get bailed out by his ex. Well, halfway bailed out."

"Yeah, I heard you tell him you could wait until the bank foreclosed on both buildings and pick them up for pennies on the dollar, OR he could sell them to you and walk away with something. Nobody else wanted the businesses. It was your offer or bankruptcy. You had him by the balls, and you have to know if that bothered him, it made Brook livid. Well, that success may have contributed to this." Ellie pointed to the laptop and Beth's proud smile vanished as she dropped her eyes and nodded.

Ellie looked back at the monitor and continued to read aloud. "With the kids going away to school in Baton Rouge, I have not had to deal with you or either of your slave girls for almost a year now. Your little ploy to give Harper and Justin each a car last summer so they could drive back and forth between our homes and school was a low thing to do. It made Roger and me look cheap but I think the kids understood the circumstances. When I see them next, I'll explain how you were just compensating for your feelings of inadequacy."

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"And yes, that is what you have felt all this time, isn't it? Inadequate. Not woman enough to keep her man happy. And when he traded up, you went into a tailspin. I just recently found out just how much it bugged you that Roger turned to me, first for companionship as a lover, and then as a wife."

"Yes, I heard all about how you ranted about ex-cheerleaders getting ahead because of their talents on their backs or their knees. You even talked all about the airheaded bimbo with the big tits your ex married. How her tits were getting bigger and her ass was getting too fat to do those backflips and splits she used to do. You stopped just short of actually naming me. I bet you have come to regret that drunken tirade you made almost three years ago. Well, I intend to make you regret it even more."

"You are probably wondering how I came to discover your fall from grace when you were taken to task that weekend. You see, one of those two women who stripped you and beat your ass into submission was on the same high school cheerleading squad as my cousin, Serena. You may not remember her among all the women who have used you since, but I'm sure you will recall her when you reunite and she shoves your face into her pussy. Serena was introduced to a little submissive slut who despised and insulted ex-cheerleaders and was given the chance to take the submissive bitch down a few notches and teach her to respect her betters. Serena, being bi, jumped at the opportunity and claimed a pair of the slut's panties as a trophy afterwards. She told me how much she enjoyed her sessions humiliating the slut and making her regret her attitude, how listening to her bawl as she squirmed over her lap with a blistered ass was music to her ears."

"According to Serena, the slut took her lessons to heart and became a submissive toy for any woman who knew the score and which buttons to push. Dominant women would introduce her to one another and pass the cunt around for the others to enjoy. The slut claimed she hated it but was too much of a wimp to ever stand up and refuse. Imagine my surprise and utter joy to find out that slut was none other than YOU."

"Serena moved back to Baton Rouge, where we grew up, but comes over on occasion to visit friends. Last week she stopped by to tell me about a contest to see who could be the first to take down a perverted tramp who decided she didn't want to give it up to her betters anymore. The cunt had decided to renege on her promise to perform whenever called upon. The bitch needed to taken to task, and the first to take her down would be rewarded."

"I have to admit, I found the whole situation ludicrous. I could not believe any woman could be that needy and submissive, so lacking in self-respect she'd become a willing, if reluctant, sex toy. Then she showed me the panties the slut gave her as a trophy of her conquest, and I almost peed myself with excitement. To find out the slutty cunt who gave up her ass to any superior woman was my own husband's ex-wife thrilled me to no end."

"It's too bad I did not know about this a few years ago. We'd have settled our differences long ago with your face between my legs apologizing tearfully for your disrespect. You'd have been swallowing Roger's cum once again, but this time, secondhand from my pussy. I'd have kept your butt sore and red as you atoned for every slight, every insult, you ever imagined sending my way."

"I'd have taught you how to show proper respect to a superior woman. But we can make up for our lost opportunity."

"I'm sure you wouldn't want Harper and Justin to suffer the indignity of discovering their mother's indiscretions. How could they endure their friends finding out their mother is such a slut? It would devastate them, and this late in the semester, their grades might suffer. They'd probably have to transfer schools if it became public. I'd hate to see that, and I'm sure you will do your best to make sure that never happens."

"We can make up and finally come to terms with our new respective roles in life. I'm sure by now, you have heard about the contest and the bets being placed. You are going to help me win that contest and collect first prize. Serena will win second prize. That prize money will pay back a little of the financial losses Roger and I suffered at your hands. But your downfall is going to make up for all those times you disrespected me. It will soothe my soul when you stimulate my pussy with your tongue."

"Now, in addition to the main event concerning who takes you down first, there are several side bets. You are going to help Serena and me collect on several of them as well. If you agree and we can come to terms quickly, I'll let you slide on a few things. The first being I promise to not tattoo my name across the cheek of your ass. Even though I'd love to do that, I'll let you slide and escape that one indignity. Other things might be negotiable, but it is all based on your compliance and the speed you surrender."

"And we both know you WILL comply sooner or later. We both know I am the source of your fantasies. I am your fantasy woman, the ex-cheerleader you love to hate and fear the most. We're both going to cum when you strip and crawl to me and beg to lick my pussy. It will be a dream come true for both of us. You submitting to me, your nemesis and conqueror."

"You don't want to keep me waiting long, bitch. I'll give you twenty-four hours to think about it. ONLY twenty-four."

Beth was distraught. "How can I get out of this? Brook will tell my kids all about me. That would be an insufferable humiliation. I know she is not bluffing. She wouldn't want to hurt Justin and Harper, but her hatred for me might be enough to override that. How will my children deal with their friends learning their mother is a slut?!!"

"I've tried to keep my feelings about Brook hidden, but the kids know. We've even talked about it. I admitted to them I did not care for Brook or want anything to do with her. I had to discuss my feelings a bit to explain why I refused to accept invitations to birthday parties, and barbecues. We always celebrated holidays separately. They like Brook, and she has treated them well, so they stayed clear of my problems. I encouraged them to get along with their stepmother even if I despised the bitch." Beth began to sob.

Lou took charge again. "First of all, we need a plan. We need time to think." She paused, then turned to Barb. "Text this."

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"Beth read your email and collapsed into a ball, bawling. She's in no shape to talk, much less agree to anything right now. We'll get back to you when she is capable of negotiating," Lou dictated.

"Isn't that going to just encourage Brook?" I asked.

"Yep. But it is a reasonable response. Brook knows full well Beth would not take that email well. I'm sure Brook was hoping Beth would say 'yes, ma'am, where do we meet?' but her being totally distraught and too emotional to cope is a valid response given the circumstances. A simple refusal on Beth's part would provoke Brook to react, and we want to stall."

Lou continued, "I'm hoping Brook's threat to disclose everything to Beth's kids was at least half a bluff. From what I gather, she likes Beth's kids and would not want to hurt them. But I'm equally sure she will do exactly what she said if Beth tells her to fuck off or anything like that." Barb sent the text as ordered.

Brook's response came back within a minute or so. "AWWW! Is the little cupcake upset I discovered her secret? I'm going to love making her even more upset later. I was just enjoying a little fantasy of having her walk out across my backyard stark naked to cut and trim a switch for me to use on her ass. You tell her that when she calms down enough to listen. Give her another reason to shed a few more tears."

Next text read, "Tell her because she did not reply herself, the tattoo is back on the menu, and she better be a very docile and obedient slut for me to change my mind. I'd love to have Property of Brook Edwards tattooed across that little butt. Or better yet, in smaller letters right above her pussy where she'll see it daily. She'll know I own her."

The next text read, "Hell, I always have! I just didn't know it. In her mind, each of those women she serviced was just my proxy. Go take care of my little bitch. Wipe her tears. She'll be crying enough when I get my hands on her."

"Well, one thing about Brook," Sarah said. "She's not a complete airhead. She has Beth pegged. Her whole message was designed to push Beth's submissive buttons. She knows full well Beth has been obsessed with her. She is Beth's Moby Dick, her fantasy nemesis. Beth admitted to me that early on she imagined each one of the women who used her was Brook. It both excited her and scared the hell out of her, because she came away more submissive each time."

"So, if Brook's goal is to get Beth to submit to her and win the contest, why bother to send hidden programs to get remote access to her computer?" Lenore asked.

"That's another question we need answered," Lou said. "First, who sent them? I know they were in the email Brook sent, but my point is who was set to get access to Beth's network? That is the task for these computer experts. Learn who is behind that secondary attack. We need to know all the characters involved and go from there. It may have been nothing more than a distraction, although I doubt that is the case."

Lou turned to Beth, "I'm sorry to say this, but right now I can see no way to prevent your twins from finding out about your sex life." Beth began to cry even as she nodded. "Stop that blubbering and listen. Let me explain. Let's say you call her bluff and tell Brook to go to hell. She calls the kids and says, "Guess what? I just discovered your mother is a complete slut. She totally gives herself over to anybody who wants to use her." Then she goes on to spin the tale further. Really spicing up an already racy story. Finally she lets them know you had the option to spare their feelings. But you do not care if they suffer public humiliation when everybody finds out their mother is a whore, a submissive slut with no self-respect." Beth gasped in horror.

"Now, say you submit to Brook. You give her everything she wants. She dominates you and you suffer terribly at her hands." Lou continued. "She wins the contest and as you say, she will own you from that point onwards. Oh, you can refuse at times, but she'd always have that club over you to make you submit, and each time you do it will get easier for her to take you down the next time. She wins."

"So, you are saying I am screwed either way!" Beth said.

"Not necessarily. You need to take away Brook's club," Lou explained. "Sometimes the first to put the right spin on the story wins the argument. We do it in the courtroom all the time. The facts are there, but how they are perceived is not so cut and dried. How it is presented makes all the difference. You need to get ahead of the narrative. Be proactive instead of reactive."

"In other words, you go have a talk with your son and daughter. They are not little kids anymore. They are adults now, well, at least college students, and as such are being taught to think," Lou said. "You sit them down and explain a bit about your proclivities. How you felt inadequate when their Dad left you for a younger woman. Something triggered your submissive nature and you acted out. Then the women you met began to take advantage, pushed you hard and in your poor mental state, you let them take over again and again. You fell down the rabbit hole and saw no way out and the situation snowballed. Something like that. Make it sound reasonable and you regret it. Don't go into details, but of course you will have to use the words 'lesbian' and 'submissive'. That will encompass enough to give them an idea of the sex acts."

"The idea is to let them know what you did in generic terms. Let them know you are embarrassed, but you are coming out to them. Also, let them know you are trying to regain control of your life. Once you do that, tell them the reason you are coming out now is because Brook found out and wants to dominate you herself. Brook is insisting you submit to her and be her sex slave and she threatened to tell them if you did not. Let them react to that in their own way." Lou smiled and patted Beth's hand. "I'd suggest you call them and see if you can meet as soon as possible. Like tomorrow. Take Bas or one of your slave girls along. Bas might be better even though they do not know him."

I began to protest I was going to go to their office to look at the computer. Lou shook her head. "Your girls can handle that job perfectly well. We already told them we need to know who was to gain remote access. Whether it was one or two different people."

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