Excellent stuff, especially loved the fully dressed girls laughing .. socializing ... drinking (margaritas?) around table .. witht he naked gagged beatne loser sitting there
well, most of my humiliation stories are topless but could do some rewriting? THis one's very nasty but some might enjoy?
Carter city, Georgia was not ready for Rita Stone. The quiet
mill town on the Georgia coast was old fashioned, extremely so-in a
benign, neighborly sort of way. By ready or not, Rita Stone had just
purchased the mill, the city's life blood. And she was coming down from New York City on the 5:07.
When Rita Stone stepped off that train, every man in the station lost a breath. Tall - six feet tall. sleek-model slim, but with a thirty six inch bust. Mounds of lush, dark hair. High cheeks, perfect red lips, face impassive, eyes hidden behind a pair of raybans. Her tailored jacket - Saks Fifth Ave, six hundred dollars. Black mini skirt - Bloomingdales, one hundred dollars. Pure silk seamed stockings on mile high legs. Black spike heeled pumps by Gucci.
"C-carry your b-bags, ma'am," stammered Arnold Twilling, the porter.
"Why thank you, handsome." The tall brunette flashed a million dollar
smile. Arnold made short work of the ten heavy suitcases.
"You're a dear." said Rita Stone, comfortably settling in to the back
seat of a limo. No tip. Arnold didn't mind one bit!
"What a chump." thought Rita as the porter disappeared from
view of the accelerating car. "But then," she mused, "With this
body...and this face...what man in his right mind could resist."
For a while, success had eluded Rita Stone. "Too busty for a
model," they told her. And she was no actress, except for that bit part in "Caged Amazons Of Venus." At first, the centerfold work had been good, but you're washed up at twenty two in that racket! Reluctantly at first, she'd done some "hard-core," then some bondage, and Rita Stone learned something very simple yet very amazing - Sex sells! Before long, she had a "Sugar Daddy." She married him. The old bastard died in one year, leaving her plenty! She found another. This one lasted two years! At twenty eight, Rita Stone was a millionaire! She found she had an undiscovered talent for business. "Invest wisely and never pay cash when you can pay in 'trade'."
Using her looks like a credit card she smiled, posed and (when
necessary) fucked her way to a fortune. It was while screwing some old geezer that she'd learned of Acme Conglomerate's plans to relocate their corporate headquarters to Carter City, Georgia. Now she planned to "buy" Carter city herself...and let Acme pay her through the nose!
"Uhhh...the bill is fifteen hundred dollars, Miz Stone." Harold
Johnson, plumber, was sweating profusely. Now putting in a new Jacuzzi is hard work. But seeing Rita Stone in that sheer, black negligee, standing in the bathroom door, may have had a little to do with it!
"Harold...I'm a little short of cash," purred Rita. "Maybe we could
settle up another way."
Rita Stone checked the seams of her stockings in the mirror.
"Filthy gas station bathrooms." she complained under her breath.
Inhaling, she strode out to where Leroy Hankins, the mechanic, laid
limply on the cot. "The Porsche looks great, Baby. Did you say there'd be...no charge on that?"
"I'm sure sorry, Miz Stone, I didn't know it wuz your car! Ah'll jest
tear this here ticket up!"
"Why thank you, Officer Daniels...Otis. I'll just have to make this up to you...somehow, Hmmm?"
"It's disgusting is what it is." declared Linda Lou Hankins.
"Why she's got every married man in this here town at her beck and
call." The think dishwater blonde raised her voice to be heard over the noise of the hairdryer. The other women in the beauty parlor expressed similar angry sentiments. "Big Madge" Johnson, the plumber's wife, listened impatiently to the disgruntled wives and girlfriends.
"How can you compete with her." whined Missy Daniels. "I mean...she
looks like a damned movie star!" Missy Daniels was nothing to sneeze at herself - Carter city high homecoming Queen for 1985; the honey haired blonde was used to turning heads herself! But she was no Rita Stone!
"If y'all are finished whinin', ah kin tell y'all how to handle
Miz "High and Mighty!" Big Madge quickly had everyone's attention - her reputation was of a lady you did not ignore...not if you were still fond of your teeth!
"Cain't blame the men folk, they jest thinking with their dicks, as
usual. No, ladies, this tall drink of water from New York City is the
real problem. Woman like that needs to be run clean outta town."
"That's the truth." declared Linda Lou Hankins. The numerous other
women nodded their assent.
"Yeah." complained Missy Daniels, "But how?" Ah mean, she's got all
that money and stuff and..."
"Missy, will you kindly shut up!" Big Madge growled. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she motioned the women into a circle. "Now here's muh plan, we jest..."
Sexy Rita Stone strode into the beauty parlor for her regular
appointment like she owned the place. In fact, she was thinking of
buying it. Chin high, she didn't even acknowledge the local women.
Arrogant is the only word that really fit. She took no notice of those waiting (or their barely concealed hatred) and proceeded to take a seat out of turn. "Light trim, and a pedicure!" Rita sounded annoyed. To her, these women were servants... or they were irrelevant.
"Hello Miz Stone." This was not the beautician! Rita glared
contemptuously at the heavy older woman. Big Madge Johnson smiled and
folded her arms menacingly. Unaware of her peril, Rita Stone stared
icily.
"Excuse me." the beautiful brunette retorted angrily. "Do I know you?"
"Ah'm Hank Johnson's wife, Madge. Big Madge to muh friends."
"Hank Johnson?" said Rita. "Oh yes, the plumber. Very nice gentleman. Er, well, nice to have met you, Mrs. Big Madge. If you'll excuse me, I have an appointment."
Rita called to the harried beautician (who knew what was
coming), "Trim and a pedicure, please!" In spite of herself, Rita found the big woman's presence unsettling. "Well, Rita assured herself, "this cow can hardly do anything to me here...in a public place!"
"Miz Stone, ah been checkin muh husband's books, and it appears
he forgot to bill you for some work he done." Madge's voice was even
and unemotional. Rita's temper flashed.
"Excuse me, but your husband and I have resolved that matter! Now
you're beginning to annoy me, Mrs. Johnson. Damn, what does it take to get some service around here? Miss...Miss, I have been waiting for a trim and a pedicure!"
"Listen here you little tramp, cause Ah'm only gonna say this once. You stay the Hell away from muh husband or you'll be one sorry little gal!"
Rita laughed - laughed in the big woman's face!
"You?" You are going to threaten me? Why I practically own this town
and everything in it! And if you're not careful, your fat ass will be
out of my town real soon! God Damn it! Hey you dumb b*tch! Yes, you. Trim and a pedicure...right now!"
In an instant, it seemed like a hundred strong female hands seized Rita Stone. But, they weren't hurting her. It felt like...they
were undressing her! Click! Her hands had been handcuffed behind her
back! Now they were looping rope around her arms. What was happening? Were those stocks...like from a dungeon? The tall gorgeous brunette struggled fussily as she was forced to the floor. First one, then the other ankle was placed in the menacing stocks. The top was pushed down. A lock snapped. The assembled wives stepped back to admire their work. Rita Stone tossed her lush dark mane of hair as she struggled against her bonds. Her anger turned to rage!
"You're all crazy! You know that, don't you? This is illegal! I
certainly hope you're enjoying this little prank because every one of
you is going to prison for it. You fat sows, how dare you even touch
me!"
The confidence of the town women was unshaken by the young
beauty's threats.
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