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Getting with the Program - Alternative Plot Two
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"Getting With the Program-Alternative Plot Two"
By: Phil Phantom
A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through
my mind. My whole life was turned topsy turvy. By the time I
got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat. I met Bill at the car.
He said, "Honey, are you all right? You look like you've been
crying."
I said, "I have been. Helen had me beaten with a cane. I'm
all right, though. The woman is a pervert, Bill. She's sick.
They're all sick."
"That does it. We're getting out of here right now. Fuck
the damn job!"
I could see right through his act. I wondered what he'd do
if I had agreed. Instead, I said, "Maybe we're being hasty,
Bill. The worst may be over. Suppose that was the test and I
passed."
"Honey, I think you may be right. We would be crazy to quit
now. I had a talk with the kids while you were up there. They
seem okay. Look, lets wait for the first dinner meeting and see
how that goes. It's six thirty now, that gives us ninety minutes
to think this out."
I told him that was a good idea. We went inside the cabin.
I got Jenny aside and told her about the no-panty no-bra rule.
She did not like that rule one bit as she'd only brought short
skirts and a swimsuit. I got the tube top from her and convinced
her to go with me to find a lady's room to change in. I ushered
her along protectively shielding her from sights I didn't want
her to see, like couples making out, bare body parts, and
especially lewd art work. We found the restroom and changed our
clothes. Jenny kept tugging at her hem saying she felt naked
without panties. I assured her that if she sat carefully, no one
would ever know.
We hadn't gone ten feet when a big meaty hand rested on my
shoulder. It belonged to a god. I've never seen a more
striking figure of manhood. He could have been the model for the
fountain statue. He told me that Helen needed my measurements
and that we should follow him.
We followed; our eyes followed his cute, tight buns. I was
glad Jenny would be with me, for I knew I'd be putty with this
guy alone. Jenny seemed captivated with this hunk right off the
pages of a Gothic romance. He led us to a simple room that had a
few chairs lining the wall and a low examination table. A sexy
half naked girl in a nurses costume held a tablet on a clipboard.
He closed the door and told me to strip. I started to protest,
but remembered Helen's words. I shrugged and stripped.
He ordered me onto the table on all fours, then proceeded
to take measurements of me. Everything about my private parts
got measured, reported to the girl, and recorded. When he came
to my vagina, he measured the length of my labia lips, inner and
outer. He measured my clit, the distance from my anus to my
pussy hole. He also probed me with measuring instruments and his
strong fingers. He had me creaming. I melted under his touch.
He laid me on my back on the table. My legs hung off each
side with my open crotch facing Jenny. He came up to my head and
I turned to find his erect penis in his hand. He stroked its
ten-inch length poised at my lips. Honey-like precum dribbled
from the slit. My lips parted when his cockhead touched them. I
sucked self-consciously at first, but with feeling. I began
using my right hand after a few minutes. I marveled at its hot,
velvety texture and manly musk.
He withdrew after a long sucking and got between my feet.
He easily drew me down to the end of the table, put my ankles on
his shoulders, and brought his mighty cock to my opening. I
looked down my body and gasped at the sight. It was the biggest,
most beautiful example of man-muscle I'd ever seen and it was
poised to enter me. I totally forgot about Jenny being there.
He pushed that monster dick in hard. I groaned and met his
thrust. He worked for several minutes to fully seat himself. I
went mad, twisting and turning and gripping the table's edge with
white-knuckled hands.
When his balls pressed tight to my ass, I drew my legs back
and grasped my feet by the toes and shouted, "FUCK ME! Oh, Yes!
Fuck me hard."
Boy did he fuck me. He fucked my pussy juices into a milky
froth, pounded me into a stupor, and made tears pour down my
cheeks. He made me cum three times then bathed my womb in a
copious douche of sperm. When he drew out, my head slowly
cleared. I was still holding my toes and the first thing I saw
was Jenny's astonished face framed by my bent legs. She was
staring hard at my cum-leaking pussy.
Seeing my daughter shocked me back to reality. Semen poured
from my hole as I sat up. The nurse lewdly wiped my crotch with
a moist towel while together they held my legs apart right in
front of Jenny. This was the most humiliating event of my life.
He helped me down and Jenny looked with terror-stricken eyes,
expecting to be next. He saw that look and said, "Relax, baby,
nobody's going to take anything from you here. When you're
ready, you'll have to ask. That's a golden rule, by the way. A
'no' freezes any guy here, believe me. I'm just glad your mother
doesn't seem to know that word."
This piece of news both lifted my spirits, and shamed me
terribly. I felt relieved for Jenny, but it made me look even
more like a slut. We left the room and wandered aimlessly in
silence. I could not bear to look Jenny in the eyes. Finally,
she said, "Mom, Helen hit you with something, didn't she."
I had forgotten about the marks. I nodded and told her I
had gotten smart with her and it wasn't that bad. She said, "You
were afraid to say 'No,' weren't you?"
We stepped outside. I turned to face Jenny and gripped her
by the shoulders, saying, "Sweetheart, there are things going on
here that I can't explain. It has to do with power and sex and
control and your father's career future. Helen is playing games
with me, and you're right, I can't say 'no.' That doesn't mean
you can't."
"Mom, don't worry, I'll never tell what happened."
I hugged her tightly. Twenty minutes later, we were all
seated in a crowded dining room. I felt trashy in a tube top and
skirt. Most diners were in suits and dresses. Our table was
centered on a raised platform stage. The tables fanned out from
it. Bright lights illuminated the stage and our table, making us
feel conspicuous as the guests of honor. Helen, looking radiant,
mounted the platform, and tapped a crystal glass on the podium.
All conversation ceased. She said, "As you know the Smith family
has applied to join our happy family." Applause rang out and we
acknowledged it. Addressing us, she said, "We have a traditional
way of getting to know what kind of people we're bringing to the
fold. I'll explain in a moment. First, we'd like to begin by
presenting Karen Smith with our coveted Venus."
A man in a tuxedo entered with a jewelry box. He and Helen
approached me. I sat nervously as Helen got behind me, opened
the case, and laid a gaudy, heavy pendant on my upper chest. I
could not see the thing, but it felt like a huge brass "W". It
covered my whole upper chest with the base of the W in my
cleavage. The emblem was attached to a heavy chain that Helen
crossed at the back of my neck and brought the two ends together
at my throat. She snapped a jeweled padlock on the two end
rings. It was then that I realized the chain was a large dog's
choker chain. While snapping the lock in place, Helen whispered
in my ear, "This is a valuable piece of private property and the
lock is very expensive. If you decide to leave here with it, or
damage the lock in any way, I'll have you arrested and charged
with grand larceny."
My heart sank as she raised up and said, cheerily, "There
you are, dear, and it does look lovely on you." She returned to
the stage. By the astonished looks on the faces of my family, I
knew it was something vulgar. I cautiously bent my head down and
looked. I almost shit. What I thought was a giant "W" was a
cutout of the Venus girl from the fountain. She was posed as in
the fountain with her legs out in a wide "V", her hands
reaching around her haunches to spread open her sex.
The plaque was painted by an artist with great attention to
detail. The head of Venus was at my collar bone and her long
hair attached to the center of the chain. On her chest, like a
tattoo over her big breasts, it read: FUCK ME.
I let go of the pendant and hung my face in my hands. The
crowd applauded and laughed. Bill patted my shoulder, Jenny
stroked and patted my knee. I had never felt such shame. I
slowly brought my eyes up and fixed them on Helen, not knowing
whether I wanted to kill her or kiss her. She smiled back from
her rostrum, then announced, "Now, here's how this works. During
your stay here, all acts of sexual intercourse between your
family and the membership and staff will earn you one of our
coveted cum drops." She held aloft a white tear-drop-shaped
object the size of a grape. "These attach to your Venus, Karen.
Notice the hole where a hole on a woman should be?"
I looked down and sure enough saw my skin showing through
her pussy. She said, "The first one attaches to it, the
rest attach to each other to form a chain. Your clothing may
never go above the bottom of the chain, so if you're bashful, you
better ask your family to keep their libidos in check. We count
any exchange of semen from one body to another, so they can add
up quickly if you guys are very oral."
We were all blushing at that remark, but I wanted to crawl
in a hole and die. "Now, here are Karen's vital statistics.
We'll be charting her progress in particular. Her breasts
displace 920ml. They measure 36". Her nipple diameters are one
and a quarter inches soft, three quarters when erect. Her tummy
is 23", her hips are 37.5", and her legs at the inseam are thirty
inches. That's measured from heel to labia. Her clit protrudes
even when not erect but during full erection measures one-half
inch above the mean plane. Her labia majora are five inches long
and the labia minora are three and a half. Her hole easily takes
two fingers, but four is her maximum without pain. She has a
vaginal volume of 420 ml and can accommodate the largest penis
here fully within her vagina."
My face could not have been any redder or hotter had it been
on fire. I sat through this crude exhibition with a pounding
heart and stared blankly into space. I thought it was over, but
she said, "Now, Karen, whenever someone earns you a cum drop, it
is customary to thank that person publicly at these meetings.
They must first provide a witness as proof, however, so you
needn't worry about cheating. The customary way of thanking a
person is by applying a kiss to their genitals. For instance, if
Charlie fucks Jenny and has a witness, you would kiss Charlie's
cock. If Bill fucks Cassandra, you would kiss her pussy. Do you
understand the rules, Karen?"
I nodded, numb with shock. Bill and Jenny seemed equally
numb. She had more, saying, "Since you obviously haven't had
time to do anything yet, I say we eat."
A shout rang out from the back. It was a familiar voice.
It said, "Wait, I fucked Karen not an hour ago and I have a
witness."
"Hey, it looks like Karen wants to get the show on the road.
Who is your witness, Lars?"
"Jenny, her daughter."
"Stand up, Jenny. I'll need some information from you."
Jenny looked at me with eyes of pure terror. I told her to
do as Helen said. She stood shakily. Helen had the clipboard
and said, "Now, let's see. Was your mother fully naked for this,
Jenny." Jenny nodded but Helen made her speak up. She finally
shouted, "Yes." Helen asked, "Did she suck his cock?"
"Yes!"
"Did she take him analy or vaginally?"
"Vaginally."
"Did she take him fully?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Did she reach an orgasm, if so, how many?"
"I think so, three, maybe four."
"Okay, did he cum in her pussy or her mouth."
"Her vagina."
"You have to choose between pussy and mouth, dear."
Jenny looked to me and I waved her on. "Her pussy."
"Well, it looks like Karen has earned her first cum drop.
Lets give her a hand. Come on up here, Karen."
While the applause died down, I rose on trembling legs and
approached the stage. Helen placed me center stage and fastened
the cum drop to my pendant. The base of the drop rested on my
tube top, so Helen rolled the material down an inch, making the
tight roll cut my breasts in the middle and exposing the top
edges of each nipple. I blushed throughout this ordeal. She
called Lars up and stood him before me. She had me kneel and
free his cock. It sprang out and hovered over my face. Helen
whispered so only I heard, "Don't just kiss it, you suck it and
don't let go." She then said loud enough for all to hear, "Okay,
dear give it a friendly little kiss."
I took the base of his cock and bent it toward my lips. I
thought about how this looked to my family, but saw no other
option. I let my lips flow over his thick knob and sucked it
into my mouth. Helen said, "Hey, that's some kiss, Karen."
I continued to suck as mummers floated about the room.
Helen said, "I think she wants to earn another cum drop. Is that
right, Karen?"
She whispered for me to nod and I nodded. "All right, let's
hear it for Karen! Go for it girl."
Under her constant secret tutoring I put on a vulgar
display, using both hands to jack him off while sucking like a
mad woman. When his cock erupted I had orders to hold his sperm
in my mouth and pull out to let one jet hit me in the face. I
felt totally decadent following these instructions, but I
followed them. When Lars pulled free, he zipped up and left.
Helen tilted my head back and made me open my mouth wide. Her
fingers dipped into the puddle of cum and she held them up for
cheers. She wiped her fingers in the corner of my mouth, closed
my jaw with my head tilted way back and said, "Swallow."
My shocked family got a good view of my throat muscles
working as I swallowed the semen. Helen then stood me up facing
everyone and attached a second cum drop. This time, my top had
to be rolled past my nipples. The tube top would not stay on the
lower slopes of my breasts. It simply settled at the base and
lifted them obscenely. People laughed and cheered. I knew I'd
at least be topless for the remainder of our stay, and that
notion filled me with dread. I returned to my table as dinner
was served. No one spoke.
Back in the cabin, after dinner, I was inconsolable. They
tried to reassure me, tried to make me feel better. I simply
wanted to curl up and die. Bill disappeared before dark. When
it was time to turn in, I remembered Helen's words about the
sleeping arrangements.
I sat up and called Steven and Jenny to me. I took a deep
breath and said, "Look, Helen has ordered a special sleeping
arrangement that we must follow. The three of us have to sleep
in the nude."
Steven beamed, "Great! I like Helen."
I ignored his comment, took another deep breath and said,
"Furthermore, I'm to sleep between you two with my head in the
opposite direction. Actually, this should give us more room."
Steven said, "I like that."
Jenny said, "Steven, stop it. This isn't funny."
I said, "Leave him alone, Jenny. This isn't his idea, even
if he does approve. Let's just get undressed and get under
covers, shall we. I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat."
Steven said, "I don't want covers. It's too hot for
covers."
Jenny said, "Suit yourself, but there are people looking
in."
"Let them look; I'm not ashamed."
I said, "Sleep any way you want, but let's get some sleep."
I quickly got undressed and under the single sheet. Jenny
got undressed under the sheet. Our naked hips touched and Jenny
moved to the mattress' edge. Steven stripped and stood by the
bedside. His cock stood up rigidly on proud display. I tried
not to look at it as he got on the bed and settled near my end.
He adjusted his sleeping position until his cock was beside my
head and his head rested against my hip. I lay there frozen as
he began stroking his member. My eyes drifted to it. He was
larger that his father and very stiff. I also noticed people
with their faces pressed to the windows. The lights from outside
cast a light hue in the room, making everything easy to see.
My breathing increased as Steven increased his masturbating.
He jostled the bed. Jenny got up on one elbow and saw what he
was doing and exclaimed, "Oh, Jesus, Steven, you're sick. People
are looking at you. Mom, make him stop!"
I couldn't say anything. I remembered Helen's warning. I
wasn't sure I wanted to. My eyes kept drifting to his lust
filled penis. When I didn't try to stop him, Steven took that as
encouragement. He rolled on his side and angled his cock towards
my face. My left shoulder dug into his pelvis as he attempted to
bring his cock closer. I could have turned my head and kissed
the head. I was tempted. I knew I should if I wanted to please
Helen.
Jenny raised up once again and declared, "Steven! What are
you trying to do? Mom!"
I said nothing. Steve took this as a go signal. He raised
up over my shoulder and brought his cock to my lips, beating
faster, rubbing my slack lips with his weeping cockhead. Jenny
stayed to watch her brother, awed at my complacency. Steven grew
more excited and tore the sheet from the bed. Jenny squealed as
he got to his knees. He beat off with one hand and used the
other to explore my passive body. He molded and squeezed my
breasts, pinched my nipples, then trailed his hand to my crotch.
His hand cupped my hot sex. Two middle fingers delved inside me.
My legs bent at the knee involuntarily. My left leg laid over
Jenny's tummy. My passions grew.
Steven crudely fingered my cunt and I drew my knees back
shamelessly. My outer left thigh passed over Jenny's fine pubic
bush. I pressed down on it to bring my pelvis up to meet
Steven's fingers. My mouth open and captured Steven's cock. I
sucked as his pumping fist beat my chin. He exploded in climax,
peppering my tonsils with his youthful spend. My orgasm
followed. I ground my pussy on his hand.
I lay in utter shame and satisfied exhaustion. Steven took
a breather and got between my legs to visually examine my wet
pussy. I held my legs open for him. He toyed with my sensitive
sex for ten or fifteen minutes, then grew another erection. This
time, he settled between my legs and entered my still horny
pussy. Jenny was speechless as I took him in my arms and wrapped
my legs around my son's waist. I fucked my son without shame.
In the middle of the night, he fucked me again. I awoke the next
morning to find him entering me once again. We fucked in broad
daylight before a small crowd gathered at our windows. Jenny
climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in the sheet. Steven put
on quite a show. Afterwards, I felt totally decadent.
I skipped breakfast and remained in the room dreading two
O'clock but relieved that by hiding out there would be no more
cum drops. Jenny stayed with me much of the time, but Bill and
Steven were always out. At noon a knock at the door sent a
shiver up my spine. Jenny answered it and came to me with the
message that Helen wanted to see me. She looked at me with eyes
of pity and sadness. I crawled off the bed and put on my skirt -
my only covering.
With my breasts exposed I thought it was pointless to cover
my middle. I looked at the hideous medallion, looked at Jenny,
and said, "Don't worry, Jenny. This will end one day. I can
handle it if you hold together." She assured me that she could
and walked with me to the bottom of the stairs.
The maid admitted me as before and led me before Helen who
sat with four of her executive wife friends, all smiling at my
humiliation. Helen rose and walked around me, saying, "You
disappoint me, Karen."
Strangely, those feelings from the previous day began to
resurface. The humiliation of my subservient position and the
prospect of being punished again stirred my juices and brought
life back to me. I said, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to cut it. You're spoiling my fun by
hiding away. I want you out and about, mixing and mingling,
showing off your necklace and the cum drops you've earned,
earning more, in fact."
"I'll mix if that's what you want. I earned several with
Steven last night. I'm sure you got word."
"I did, and that was good, however, fucking your son does
not earn you cum drops. You weren't paying attention last night.
I think I have to spell everything out for you, Karen.
Before I do, I think you need a little warming up to remind you
of your place. Remove your skirt."
I quickly stripped off the skirt and stood under the
watchful grinning eyes of the women. Helen came over swishing
the thin cane through the air, saying, "I'm posed with a slight
problem. I need to discipline you, but I don't want the marks to
show. People might think you're being forced to do the things
you do. We don't want to give that impression, do we, Karen?"
"No."
"Do you have any suggestions as to where I can hit you that
won't show a mark?"
I gulped and softly said, "Between my legs?"
"Excellent idea, Karen. Why don't you get on that coffee
table and lie on your back with your cunt facing my friends." I
assumed the position as the four women huddled at my crotch.
"Now use your arms to support your hips. Lift your legs high and
spread wide." I pulled my legs up over my head and held myself
up by the hips, letting my legs fall out wide. My head hung off
the edge and I saw Helen come and stand at my head looking down
on her target. Before I could steel myself for the blow, she
swung down hard into my gaping slit. The pain was excruciating.
I rolled onto my side, clutching my crotch. She said, "Get that
cunt back in position!"
I quickly returned for another and was promptly paid. This
time I only drew my legs together. I forced them out as waves of
tingling heat burned my tortured pussy. After the forth blow, I
held my legs apart the whole time. Helen rained the blows down
on my pussy and triggered the oddest sensation. Not an orgasm,
it was different - intense sensation. She delivered the last six
while I held steady and almost rose to meet them. The women
examined my numb pussy with their fingers as I held the position.
Helen looked at my glazed eyes and said, "Do you want to please
me, Karen?"
"Yes! More than anything."
"I'll be frank. I want to see you humiliate yourself before
everyone here including your family. You are the entertainment
for this week, but you haven't been that entertaining. I expect
you to do something about that. You were a passive partner to
Steven. I would like to see you acting more aggressive, slutty,
hungry."
"I will, I promise!"
"We'll see. I was hoping your cum drops would be below
crotch level by this afternoon, but that doesn't seem likely with
forty minutes to go. Thankfully, your son and your husband have
been doing their part. Between them they've fucked five of my
girls so far, but they're only human. When it comes time to
award your cum drops, I expect you to show you're willingness to
please me. I should not have to prompt you to suck these women's
pussies and put on a good show."
"Yes, I'll do it. I promise. I'll do it now if you want -
for all of you."
"We can wait. It will be better. You may leave, now. Get
dressed downstairs."
I rolled off the table and picked up my skirt. I made my
exit and stepped into the lobby downstairs wearing only my shoes.
Jenny was quite surprised as were six others.
At the lunchtime meeting, seven women stood and told of
having sex with Steven or Bill. I kelt before each and dutifully
sucked their pussies to orgasm. Helen attached seven cum
drops to my chain, bringing the end to my navel. Afterwards, I
returned to my table and had lunch with my somber family. After
lunch, I did not hide myself away, nor did I berate Bill and
Steven for adding to my humiliation.
I mixed, mingled, and fucked. Bill and Steven continued to
rack up cum drops for me. Jenny earned one by sucking her first
cock. That evening, I serviced five men and eight women. I also
lost my skirt as the chain went below my crotch. The next
morning, I assisted Gerg Miller in deflowering Jenny. With her
help, I had eight men and six women to service at the lunch
meeting. When the chain reached the floor, the medallion came
off and we were officially welcomed as full-fledged members.
Bill is now on the fast track with the company. Steven no longer
needs to make peep holes in our walls. Jenny and I compete for
his attentions.
THE END
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The following is a current list of Phil Phantom and Tiffany
stories in the archive.
AUTHOR/TITLE FILENAME FILE SIZE
Phil Phantom Stories:
"The Brown Nosers" brown-nosing.txt 32k
"Obscene Callers" obscene-callers.txt 30k
"Friend in Need" friend-in-need.txt 34k
"Prisoner of Love" prisoner-of-love.txt 23k
"Wife's Reunion" wifes-reunion.txt 45k
"Inevitable Rape" inevitablerape.txt 31k
Tiffany Stories:
"Cabin Fever" cabin-fever.txt 27k
"Sacrificial Lamb" sacrificial-lamb.txt 45k
"Vicious Cycle" vicious-cycle.txt 24k
"My Mother's Keeper" mothers-keeper.txt 33k
"Spare the Rod" spare-the-rod.txt 45k
"Good Dr. Wayne" good-dr-wayne.txt 173k
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