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Tags: anal, forced, humiliation, bondage, blackmail, non-con, domination, cuckold, lesbian, spanking
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are over the age of 18.
WARNING -- This work of fiction does contain cuckold and cumswapping scenes. If you are not interested in these subject matters please do not waste your time reading it. For others, enjoy!!
Author's notes:
This is Book Three.
Book One -- Domination and Degradation of the Ice Queen [published in nonconsent]
Book Two -- Tracy's Revenge on the Ice Queen [published in Loving Wives -- and yes I did get a lot of grief for picking this category, but I couldn't figure out which category was best]
This series can stand alone, but it helps to read "Becoming a Slave Couple -- Chapters 1-16" and "The Gangbang Education of a Slave -- Chapters 1-12" to really understand what motivates Dave and Tracy and the background behind the other characters in this story.
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Book Three of Three- The Submission of the Ice Queen
Chapter 12 "Julie Meets Steve"
Julie was madly in love with college roommate Georgie, a stunning redhead with large breasts, but they drifted apart and the crestfallen Julie remained unattached until she met Steve in her senior year of college. By that time, Julie was skeptical of both men and women, but felt the peer pressure of her (divorced) parents and her friends to find a "good man" and settle down. Steve could have been a cover model for GQ, so he certainly checked that box. Sure, he was a bit boring, but his entreaties for blowjobs, pussy eating and anal sex could easily be deflected so she didn't have to worry about a repeat of a slide down the sexual deviation hill, which she had seen and abhorred. He could be mollified with standard once a week sex, which was, well OK. Julie didn't think she could have a deep loving relationship and a fulfilling sexual relationship at the same time.
Steve also went to a small liberal arts college near Julie's, and they met at a mixer between Julie's sorority and Steve's fraternity. Steve grew up in the suburbs of New York. With his boyish good looks he was able to get whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He was a bit full of himself, but deep down was insecure. He projected a personality of bravado, put privately he always harbored self- doubt, and that self-doubt projected in his inability to generate confidence from his peers. Steve occasionally used coke to boost his self-confidence.
It was a snap for Steve to bag Julie. Steve projected a swagger (especially when he had a couple lines), which combined with his good looks, Julie found captivating. Julie had also gone fallow for almost three years without a relationship so that made her for easy pickings as well. As you are now aware, Julie was herself a real head turner, and a nice person, so it was easy for Steve to sell Julie to his parents and friends.
Julie and Steve got married right out of college, and had their daughter Brienne shortly thereafter.
Out of school Julie was offered a banking job in New York, which she accepted. Five years later she was offered a significant promotion with a regional bank in Seattle as a branch manager in charge of loan processing. Steve's career as an accountant was much more portable, and he found a manager position with a regional accounting firm in Seattle.
In the past two years Steve's behavior has become more erratic. He was denied a promotion to partner at his firm, and that event seemed to set him on a downward spiral. Julie suspected that Steve was using again but didn't have concrete proof. Steve was in fact using, and using a lot.
The Anderson finances were deteriorating. Although Steve controlled the finances, Julie knew that they had recently taken out a second mortgage that sucked out almost all of the equity in their house, and that the combination of Brienne's private school tuition and their house and car payments was putting a significant strain on their cash flow. Julie had gamed the bonus system, and probably taken cash away from Tracy so she could help keep their finances afloat. However, she didn't know that Steve was now using so much cocaine that their cash flow was actually negative, that Steve had skipped the last two tuition, mortgage and car payments, and that he was 20 large (and growing) into a loan shark.
The Anderson empire was teetering on toothpicks, and all Tracy had to go was push it over.
Chapter 13 "That Fateful Morning"
Julie's direct report at the bank, Tracy Strahan, had vowed revenge on Julie for denying her a well-deserved promotion and skimming more than $50,000 of bonuses that Julie had awarded to herself instead of Tracy. Julie had justified this skimming because her household was in dire need of cash, and Tracy didn't have any kids to support. Not a great reason, but reason enough in Julie's mind.
Tracy was also incensed by Julie's "holier than thou" attitude in the office that earned Julie the unofficial title of "Ice Queen." Tracy thought that Julie was simply a stuck up bitch that needed to be taken down a peg or two.
Recently, Tracy had ascended to the title of "Queen" of the office by dressing in the most borderline "business appropriate" attire. She routinely wore four and five inch heels and sheer silk blouses that emphasized her 36DD's, especially with her walk, which caused her tits to sway back and forth with each step. Tracy routinely went to the office without panties, thus giving the office jackals a clear view to her shaved pussy during business meetings. Julie continued to wear her conservative business suits that masked her own set of 36DD's, and put her hair up to minimize the allure of her long platinum blonde hair. Julie sensed Tracy's competition for "Queen" of the office and resented her for the slutty attire she now wore to the office.
During the prior month, Tracy had hired a private detective to investigate Julie and her husband and daughter. The private detective discovered that Julie's husband had a serious coke habit, and was into a drug dealer for $20,000. He was also two months behind on the car and house payments, as well as Brienne's private high school tuition. Tracy was able to get assistance from her biker friend Bear Muller to buy out the debt from the drug dealer. Tracy used the drug debt to gain leverage over Steve and ultimately seduce him in Julie's marital bed, wearing Julie's lingerie, all recorded on video.
The detective discovered that Brienne had fallen in with a fast crowd, and was now skipping classes and spending time at home snorting her dad's coke and having sex with her two boyfriends, and an occasional girlfriend. Again, using Bear's motorcycle club as a lure for Brienne's boyfriends, Tracy was able to seduce the boyfriends and gain access to Brienne as their new "friend."
Tracy went to Brienne's house to party with Brienne and her two boyfriends, and after Brienne was coked out, seduced Brienne in Brienne's bedroom. Brienne was so spaced out by the drugs and the sex with Tracy that her "boyfriends" DP'd her after Tracy was done. Bear was able to capture most of this action on his phone.
Tracy capped off the afternoon of sex with Brienne by having Brienne call her mother, and then eating out Brienne during the conversation. Given the fact that Brienne was already slurring her words, her exclamations of pleasure during the phone call prompted Julie to run home right away.
This narrative now picks up Julie's state of mind, starting the morning of the day that Brienne "partied"with Tracy.
"Dammit Steve, get out of bed," I bark at Steve. "You're going be late for work." Seriously, I think Steve is using again. He's sleeping too much and he often seems like he's out of sorts. When I get past this crush of work, I'm going to see if I can get Steve to counseling.
I go to my walk in closet to pick out today's outfit. I think my boss, Zeke Carpenter, is going to visit today. I have a number of well-cut conservative designer outfits. I pick a gray tweed jacket and matching skirt (that goes just below my knees). I've got a number of silk blouses to choose from and pick one that's flattering, but not too tight. I make sure I button it up far enough so that when I bend down the office jackals aren't looking inside my blouse.
I give in to my one indulgence, and select a lacy demi-cup bra, matching panties, and suspenders and hose, instead of bare legs. I pick an attractive set of 3" heels. I have to stay conservative so I don't give Zeke the wrong idea. In the past, he's given me strong signals that he'd like to play, but I don't have any interest in it and don't want to encourage him.
I jump into the shower and wash my hair. I run my hands over my breasts. They're a bit fuller than when I was in college, but there's not a lot of sag for a 40 year woman who's had a kid. My hair is luxurious as ever. I've managed to hit the club enough to keep my tummy and legs trim, almost to college standards. All in all, I still cut a good line. I also have taken to shaving my pussy. Steve likes it and so do I.
I step out of the shower and notice that Steve has gotten his ass out of bed and is brushing his teeth. He turns around and tries to grab my left tit. I slap his hand away. Asshole. He'll probably want to fuck me tonight. If I don't get home too late I'll consider it. He's been a lot pushier about engaging in oral sex. Screw that. I'd rather have a root canal.
I arrive at the office at 8 a.m. God damn it, Tracy's not here today. She's taken some vacation days, and that's left me shorthanded. Zeke is coming today, and I'll have to report I've fallen a bit behind on my processing goals. I may have to stay late tonight to catch up. That bitch (pardon my language) has really gotten under my skin. I helped her to where she's gotten today and she thanks me by undermining me with my boss. She's always behind closed doors with him when he visits. If I didn't know any better I could swear they were fucking in her office. If I get any further behind I'm going to have to sleep with Zeke, and that's not going to happen, so better just buckle down and get through this backlog.
And now that bitch (pardon me again) is now practically dressing like a slut. She does wear tasteful designer clothes, but she does it in a way that flaunts her DD's and her ass. The men in the office are paying less attention to me and more to her. I've seen her flash her crotch in meetings, and I'm pretty sure she's not wearing panties. You would think her mother would have taught her how to act like a lady.
