Sandra lay back in her hot-tub, with a glass of wine sitting on the side, soaking and enjoying the comfort and solitude of her time alone. It was Friday morning and she was preparing herself mentally for the weekend ahead. She had no idea what to expect. Tyler had told her of his inviting a few friends over for the weekend as his parents were going to be out of town the entire weekend. He had also informed her that she was going to be the main attraction, although he thought there would be another slut there to help out, laughing as he said that.
After her last encounter with Tyler and Tommy together, she had literally begged Tyler not to make her do again what Tommy had made her do. Clean off his cock after fucking her ass. Tyler agreed that was even a bit over the top for him. He hadn't expected Tommy to make her do that, which had caught him off guard. He promised her that his degrading of her would continue because he knew there was a side to her that craved being treated like a cheap whore. But he also promised her there would be no more of that type of treatment. Then he gave her a compliment with a warning. "You're far too valuable to me as my slut to see you permanently injured in anyway." But then she remembered he paused as he stared deep into her eyes. "But don't think I won't punish you severely if you cross me. The quicker you accept the fact that I own you, the easier life will be for you."
Sandra felt her pussy twitch as she lay in her tub soaking. Tyler's words both excited and scared her as she heard them repeated over and over in her head. She slipped her hand beneath the water and between her legs. Her fingers slid over her smooth skin as she stroked her swelling clit. She closed her eyes and pictured him sliding his cock inside her pussy from behind as he yanked her head back with a fistful of her hair. She moaned softly to herself. Sandra loved it when he took control of her. Even his abuse of her, and the way he humiliated her, turned her on. She had become a "rich bitch", as Tyler liked to call her, over the years because she hadn't found a man with enough balls to tame her. She was beginning to think Tyler was that man. Maybe she could mold him into the lover she needed. Maybe she could turn the tables on him. At least that was the thought she was going to hold onto.
Sandra's cell phone chirped. She grumbled as she grabbed it with her dry hand. 'Get your ass over here!' was all Tyler texted. Initially a wave of anger washed over Sandra. That slowly turned to a smile as she thought about her new young lover. What did he have in store for her today?
Without thinking she replied. 'What should I wear?' After she hit the send button, she wondered why she sent that. She got out of her tub and began drying off. Her phone chirped. 'Doesn't matter. Wear what you want. You'll be naked most of day anyway.'
It was almost an hour later when Sandra walked across their backyards, making a beeline for his back door. The back door opened as she stepped onto the porch. Her pulse quickened as she heard several male voices laughing inside the house. She gasped in fear. Then she looked at Tyler. The reality of what she was stepping into overwhelmed the fantasy of what she had thought it would be. How many men were there? What were they going to make her do? "Please!" She begged as she held back the tears.
Tyler reached for her blouse to rip it off her, but then changed his mind. "Please what you worthless whore?"
Her voice sounded like a small girl's as she spoke. "Please don't make me do this! I'll serve you anyway you want! However you want! JUST PLEASE!" She began to sob. "Not this!"
"You're right!" He smirked at her, his eyes roaming up and down her trembling body. "You are going to serve me! You're going to serve me like the worthless whore you are!" He grabbed her by the back of her neck and almost pulled her into the living room where all the other guys had gathered. John and Zack were sitting on the couch, as Bull and his girlfriend, Cassy, sat in the loveseat. Tommy was sitting in one of the cushioned chairs. The furniture formed a semi-circle that Tyler brought Sandra to the opening of.
Sandra stood before the group trembling looking down, unable to look any of them in the eye. Every man in the group may have been half her age, but they were also twice her size. She almost collapsed on the floor sobbing. Tyler grabbed her arm and held her up. "Guys! This is Slut!" He looked at her as he squeezed her arm. "Tell the guys who and what you are!"
Sandra stood in silence. How long could she hang onto the last few shreds of dignity she had left? She knew what he wanted to hear from her. She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Tyler squeezed her arm harder. "Tell them who and what you are bitch!" He said through gritted teeth.
"Please!" She cried with her head hung.
Tyler held her arm so tight he was almost cutting the blood flow off. Then his face softened. "OK!" He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out a flashdrive. He held it in front of Sandra so she could see it. "Here! Take it and go!" Sandra's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "It's only right that you should have a copy of what I'm sending to your hubby, the country club and all those other civic clubs you think are so important."
Sandra burst into tears, sobbing as she was once again confronted with the hopelessness of her situation. The only reason Tyler held this control over her was because she didn't want to give up the prestige and status that came with the lifestyle she had come to enjoy. Even if it was shallow. It was what gave her life meaning. How shallow had she become!
She looked up at the group defeated. "I'm Tyler's worthless whore and slut."
Tyler shoved the flashdrive back in his pocket. "Who owns your tits?"
"You do!" She sobbed.
"Who owns your pussy and ass?"
"You do!"
He yanked her head back so she was looking up at him. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want!"
Tyler released her head and stepped behind her. He smiled over her head as he looked at his friends. He reached around her chest and ripped her blouse open, exposing her bra encasing her massive tits. Then he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his knife, opening it with the flip of his thumb. He slid the blade in the valley between her tits and allowed the steel to lay against her trembling flesh. Sandra gasped. He'd never used a knife before. He pulled the blade forward, slicing the cloth holding the two cups together like butter.