Peter goes into politics
After one month of intensive advertising Peter's options to become Mayor had
grown from a meekly 17% to a full 46%. His adversary and actual mayoress Miss
Anna Bengtsson couldn't believe what was happening. How this unknown and
inexperienced guy have become a really thread to her reelection.
She, a natural blonde in her thirties, had studied politics and Marketing in
Stockholm, in her native Sweden, and moved to the States perhaps in the silent
hope to meet again her best friend Stefan.
There she rapidly moved to the top in her party and winning the last elections,
she became the States' youngest Mayor.
She knew that next Saturday's face to face would be crucial and was preparing
herself for it, by studying her opponent , but there were some inexplicably
black holes. Where does his wealth come from, why his rather stupid advertising
campaign is such a succeed, which is his political background, etc.
Two months earlier
The Burns
"Sheila" shouted Eric "come to my room, please".
Sheila heard her brother calling and went to see him. Three days had passed
since they came back from the Wilkinson's Annislavery party, three days full of
events. She remembered how much she enjoyed humiliating Mary, but she also
remembered how her brother threatened her of becoming "Mary 2" if she denies his
hands on her bum. Half cause she was horny, half afraid she granted him free
access to her behinds.
That was on Saturday evening. On Sunday he "forced" her to admit his hands all
over her body. The whole Sunday wherever they met he fondled her ass, her sex,
her tits. First he hid from their parents view, but when their father caught him
in the kitchen fingering her slit through her trousers, and proudly commented '
that's my son' the hiding was over.
On Monday they went to school. Their classrooms are in different buildings from
the same complex, so they only could meet in the dining hall. Their he saw her
and called her over to, in front of his buddies, pat her ass.
Ashamed she endured his groping hands and the avid eyes of his buddies. In the
afternoon, at home, he told her to come to his room where he ordered her to
strip.
"No" she denied "you creepy pig, I'm not your doll to dress or strip at your
will"
They became involved in a violent argument and even tried to hit each other
until their father came into the room. He was just coming back from office with
Mr. Anand when they heard the noise.
Whilst Padma stayed downstairs talking to Andy's wife and older daughter Isabel,
Andy himself went to see what was happening in Eric's room.
"He told me to strip naked" started Sheila " and groped me in school, and are
blackmailing me..."
"Just a moment, just a moment" stopped Andy the overflow of accusations. "Eric,
my son, is YOUR sister behaving as she should?" Sheila's mouth dropped open. How
on earth should she behave? What kind of question was this? Why wasn't he
listening to her?
"No, Daddy, she is stubborn and insulting, if she goes on like this, nobody is
going to marry such an unbearable bitch."
Before Sheila could answer Andy looked at her and very angry he said:
"Sheila, you heard your brother and if he ever complains again about HIS sisters
I'm myself give you a lesson you are not going to forget." Said this he turned
and went downstairs.
With her family and Mr. Anand waiting for her to have dinner, Eric made her join
them wearing only high heeled black boots and a black velvet necklace. Ashamed
to the most she appeared at the top of the stairs. In was quite a view seeing
this pretty naked teenager walking down the stairs with feline like
movements. Her sex was not very hairy and her slit was perfectly visible for all
of them. Once at table Andy ordered her to pose a little bit for them to enjoy.
Isabel couldn't hide her emotions and went red. Padma , in his deep, soft voice
suggested her to join her sister and Andy told her to follow Mr. Anand's always
wise suggestions. Padma himself was sitting on the sofa, next to Andy's wife,
with his right hand on the upper inner part of her wide spread thighs.
Isabel wanted to complain, but after looking at Padma and seeing her father's
eyes grumbling she stood up. "Eric, prepare YOUR sister for dinner, will you?
Happily Eric obeyed his fathers order and five minutes later they came back.
Isabel only wore high heeled sandals and a peaked cap. Her brother was towing
her behind him. She had her hands bound on the back and he was holding over his
shoulder a rope attached to her hands. This rope passed between her legs cutting
deep into her sex. The effect was highly erotic for the viewers and deeply
humiliating for her. Sheila was still posing, now next to Mr. Anand who was
quietly fondling her with his left hand. His right one was by now on Andy's wife
cunt.
Sheila went to her brother's room. When she entered the room she saw her sister
and mother standing there naked, hands behind, with slightly parted legs facing
Eric. He was sitting on his desk with a ruler in his hand. "Sheila, please, join
the group I've to talk to you." Patiently he waited for her to strip and
position herself next to her sister. Than he jumped from his table and walking
around them, he started speaking:
"My dear family, as you know daddy is not always here" his hand was passing from
bum to bum lifting them slightly "so he decided it should be me who calls the
tune at home" Eric enjoyed touching and kneading this warm, soft flesh of the
former so untouchable family members. The female felt ashamed, standing there
naked and exposed for a teen to look at, touch and teach them.
"I've decided" he proceeded "you should follow a few home rules. They are easy,
but if you fail" he said and hit his mothers ass with the ruler making her
shriek and jump forward "assume position!, but if you fail " he repeated "I will
be implacable". Said this he went to his table and took a sheet of paper.
His mother was rubbing her clearly marked ass. Slowly he positioned himself in
front of his mother and feeling up her soft and wet cunt he read:
First rule: You obey me whenever daddy is not home or not speaking
"This is an easy rule, isn't it?" he said and pinching his mothers clit he
withdrew his hand to fondle his older sister. She shivered , but did not move.
He was having the best time of his live, and it was just the beginning. Her cunt
was tighter then their mothers one, but he had no problem in fitting two fingers
into her.
Second rule: At home you are to dress to enhance your nakedness, not to hide it.
After finger fucking a little bit Isabel he went over to Sheila and pinching her
cunt lips he read his third and devastating rule:
Third rule: You are forbidden to speak if not asked and "NO" is a forbidden word
for you when talking to a man.
Sheila cunt was, by far, his preferred. It was 'new'. He thought to himself that
if ever he marries his wife should have a cunt like this. Softly he fondled his
sisters inner folds.
"That's all folks" he said slapping Sheila's ass "and now, before you leave
finger yourself whilst mom is going to give me a blowjob. Ms Burns kneeled in
front of her son and taking his shaft out of his trousers, she started the
humiliating task. How on earth had it come to this? She thought. She remembered
how shy she reacted when Mr. Anand first touched her breasts. Now she couldn't
remember his words, but what he told her reassured her in permitting him this
kind of touching, even in front of her husband.
She remembered her husband bringing home female co-workers and Mr. Anand feeling
her up and making her cum whilst Andy toyed with and fucked his colleagues.
Normal. They were colleagues and they should understand each other. She
remembered visiting him at office, greeting Bossy at the entrance and seeing the
female worker on their kneeling devices or servicing their male colleagues. Till
here nothing abnormal. She remembered the Annislavery party and even there
nothing strange happened. Why did she feel so humiliated having to suck her
son's dick?
She needed Mr. Anand's advise. And with that thought she doubled her efforts and
soon got the first prize, swallowing it.
Sheila and Isabel, absolute against their will, obediently stood there fingering
their slits. Sheila was near orgasm when she and her sister were dismissed, but
she didn't dare to ask her brother to permit her finish. To speak was not
allowed any more.
The Smith
Marco was the happiest boy on earth when he awoke that Sunday. He made Mary
climb into his bed and powerful he fucked his sister, twice. Than he made her
clean his cock with her mouth and dressed to have breakfast.
Mary didn't sleep well chained to her brother's bed. She slept cause the party
day had been very stressing for her, both emotional and physically. Still she
hadn't assumed the magnitude of the changes. Yesterday morning she was a normal
16 years old girl preparing for a party, yesterday afternoon she became a naked
toy for her former friends and today it seemed she was her brother's slave.
When Emily came to unfasten her daughter, Mary knew that the changes were deeper
as she thought.
Her mother was dressed as an oversexed caricature of a French maid.
She wore mega-high heeled white boots till the knee, a white tutu ending at ass
level, a tight white corset, lifting, not hiding her tits, an enormous white
ball-gag and a nurse cap. From her lying position Mary saw her mother's freshly
shaved cunt.
Marco, his son, Victor and Imelda were having breakfast when Emily and Mary
entered the kitchen.
Emily was a picture on her own but Mary was second to none. She was gagged and
dressed as for school but her skirt was rolled up and fixed fully exposing her
sex and her blouse was transparent putting her tits on show.
Marco jr. despite he had fucked twice that morning got an erection, a hard one.
Marco senior whistled aloud, Victor applauded and only Imelda didn't seem to
enjoy the view. Ashamed she lowered her view. On the party and in the car she
enjoyed humiliating her former friend, but know cooled down, when she looked at
them she felt like seeing her future. She too was female, and it seems she was
overdressed.
During the day Marco Jr. got bolder, from occasionally brushing her ass he
passed to openly pat and knead it. Imelda didn't dare to fight back. On Sunday
night only the Smith women had been thoroughly fucked by the three men, but
Imelda's body seemed also free to be toyed with. Still dressed, for dinner she
stood between the Marcos for them to feel her up. The toyed with her slit and
pinched her nipples or smacked her ass, talking as if nothing. Meanwhile Mary
and Imelda were under the table blowing their father and son, respectively.
Victor enjoyed the rear view of the kneeling women, and not only the view.
On Tuesday the Cash picked up Susan and went home. Susan wore the party dress.
She didn't seem changed in any way, but she had been changed. She had learned
how fuckable she was, and to not forget her Status she had to wear the
clit-string whenever she was out. But not only wear it, her orders were clear:
each morning she had to find a MALE (different to her husband) to attach the
string and each afternoon another one to release it. Only the though of it made
her blush. To phone a neighbor or a coworker to ask him if he would be so kind
to finger a little bit at her cunt was a thought she couldn't bear. She was
judge. And very respected, till now.
Six weeks to elections
A general meeting was to be held that Monday at ten in the morning. And it was
very general cause not only the employees but also their families were invited.
The new meeting room had been prepared for it.
A lot of chairs and a bigger lot of kneeling devices waited there to be used.
All of them knew Peter's intentions of becoming Mayor. For ten days now, the
office seemed more the headquarters of the newly founded party M.A.N. ( Moral
and National) than an office.
The official reason was primly one: fund-raising
At ten thirty started the meeting. The room was full. A little rostrum with a
big table and three chairs had been installed. Peter occupied the middle one, to
his left sat Andy and to his right Padma. Fixed by her clit-string to a hook in
the table, next to Padma, stood Susan naked, bound and gagged. Her pour clit had
been enlarged by the constant pulling of the devilish string.
When the first morning she called her neighbor to come over a moment to help her
fixing a string, she thought she was going to die of shame. But she didn't and
her neighbor very enthusiastically help her in that task fondling at kneading
this wonderful woman at his whim. After him the whole street helped her to
attach or detach the string, they even tossed for it. Two or three days later
they establish the habit of fucking her afterwards, without asking her for her
opinion. They showed up even two or three together or bringing their boys and
she had to endure the humiliations of getting a clit-string and being fucked
whenever they wished. On Sunday the boys showed up alone and had a great time
fucking her.
But at work and for the general public she still was the respectable Judge Cash.
Susan looked at the people in the room and recognized many of them. There was
her husband, dressed in his best suit and her daughter kneeling naked on the
wooden edge. Next to her sat Eric and his two sisters wearing only a dog collar
also kneeling on a device. She recognized some other kneeling women and some
other sitting men. Only Bossy was not there. She was in her kennel at the door.
"Ladies and gentleman" started Peter "thank you for coming today" He went on
speaking for half an hour till he reached the main point. Fundraising. He told
his staff he is going to sell the company to a Japanese invest company ensuring
their jobs. He also told them he is going to sell some capital goods, the Tokyo
Inv. Company does not need.
"I've found private investors for some of these goods. Our computers will go to
a school, our desks to a bank, Rebeccum is going to adorn the hall of a bird
lover, Megafun was bought by a Mexican customer, and finally Freefuck will be
her former law teacher's personal pet." As for Paola she belongs to the company
and now to the Japanese. Satisfied he reclined and looked at his staff. The sold
women looked shocked, but gagged as they were, there was little they could do.
Their husbands seemed a little bit worried, but not really stroke.
"The natural owner, of course" started Padma "will perceive a gratification" He
stood up went over to Marco.
"I've talked to the football team of Mary's school" he said kneading this latter
tit " and they've shown interest in hiring her..." Mary was devastated. Since
the party she had been caught in a descending spiral she hadn't been able to
stop, but to be rented out like a whore was too much.
The humiliation she endured at the party was reinforced next morning being
fucked by her own brother.
Than she and her mother had to parade around like porno-stars and permit any
present male to grope or fuck them. On Monday, at school, it hadn't been her
brother but Isabel who ashamed her. All her friends, including Isabel, were
chattering in a corridor when she came out of her English class.
"Mary" shouted Isabel "come and join us" Hesitantly she joined the group just to
find out Isabel was telling her performance at the party. The girls didn't know
if they could believe Isabel but the boys showed real interest.
"Mary, greet us" insisted Isabel.
If given the option she would have chosen death. But she had to perform. Shyly
she kissed Isabel, permitting her to feel her up in front of all her friends.
Then she kissed the next girl, then the other, when she reached the boys, all of
them were spotting erections and all of them were eager fondling her. Finally
she had to flash her naked sex to them , which made two of the boys wet their
trousers. The kneeling down was a relief, as she escaped the fumbling hands. In
this last two weeks not a single boy at school at only few girls missed the
possibility of fondling her. To her greater dismay this continuous attentions
made her wet, making her feel a total slut. They made her greet all of them each
morning, and they showed no inhibitions in touching her. School had been hard,
but to officially be a hired whore was even worse.
After some more examples they started explaining the strategy and advertising
campaign. The main idea was to make the male voters believe that with Peter in
the city hall they would regain some power both, home and at business. The
female voters were told that at least there will be again a M.A.N who cares for
them.
The campaign was to be reinforced by constants meetings hold by Peter and Padma.
Susan was also an active member and would be used ( in more than one way) to win
the confidence of the feminist thinking women.
Not even two weeks later the campaign started. They had collected enough money
not to win elections, but to buy the whole city.
Face to Face
The day before Peter had arranged an informal dinner between the both leaders
and their seconds. In a small restaurant he had Miss Bengtsson three full hours
submitted to Padma's power whilst he himself talked about flimsy arguments with
Mr. Marcus Aster.
The local TV greeted both candidates when they entered their installations.
Peter dressed totally black, Anna wore a dark blue suit with some light blue
stripes. The color and design were conservative, but the pants were too tight,
Anand's influence. It sculpted all her female forms. Her round ass only
partially hidden by the jacket was followed be the camera when leaving for the
platform. When reaching it, it was another cameraman who send her frontal view.
Pretty with her blonde long hair, her blue eyes and she shyly smile at the
camera, then the cameraman focused on her clearly visible slit
Ten minutes later the debate was in full swing, and it was Anna's turn to speak.
"Mr. Wilkinson I would like to believe you want to become Mayor for the city's
benefit, but I do not. I've being studying your backgrounds and I've reached the
conclusion your targets are egoistic. You acquired the company you worked at,
just to sell it for your own benefit." Peter sighted with relief. She was not
going to talk about Bossy. Anna went on talking and accusing him, but nothing to
worry about. Finally she finished saying "And I'm sure you'll use the post, if
you ever get it, only in your own gain"
"Dear Miss Bengtsson , or may I call you Anna?. Why are you talking about me and
not about your project. Cause there is no project. You accuse me that everything
I do is for my own advantage. This is a lie and as a liar I'm going to correct
you later. First: I'm selling my company to become Mayor. Can you tell me were
the benefit is. It's my own money, my own job, my people. The Japanese only
needed one person of my female staff and I've worked hard to find a place for
them." He had to smile. The image of Frida (freefuck) playing with Bossy, both
bitches naked on their fours, in his garden, whilst he and the professor were
having coffee crossed his mind. The public took his smile as if he had landed an
ace." It was my money and my time I invested in it and you tell publicly on TV
that I'm an egoist, you are a liar, and you will be corrected" He went on and on
and each time he told her she would be corrected. Anna didn't know why, but
whenever she heard that word a certain nerve tickled in her brain (or was it her
sex).
During her turn her speech did not hang together at all and Peter went on
'correcting' her during his.
"Didn't your father tell you to stay to your word?" Peter asked rhetorically
"and that for lies you get corrected or better" he corrected himself "punished?
Don't you know I can report you for defamation and even have you jailed? I'm not
going to do it, but I think you've earned yourself a small corrective."
Miss Bengtsson was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do, the people in
the hall and in front of the TV set were silent waiting for her Mayoress to say
something. But it was Peter who talked again:
"Annie, come her and ask be to smack your bottom in order to forgive your guilt
and not report you."
The hall went loud but not everyone disagreed with such a radical measure. Miss
Bengtsson couldn't believe her ears. Did he really ask to let him spank her
there, on TV? No impossible, but why the hell is she so silent and so damned
randy. I've to do something, she thought; but unless permitting him spanking
her, she got no other idea. If only Mr. Marcus Aster were there to help her.
Suddenly she realized her seconds name: he was M.Aster , Master, perhaps her
Master...Why am I thinking such a rubbish...
"Miss Bengtsson are you going to come here for me to spank you or do you prefer
the police taking you to jail" It was Peter who interrupted her thoughts.
To be continued...
