Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven
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Alexandria was blushing so hard that she felt like her cheeks were on fire as she walked into the grocery store.
It was a small corner store, and blessedly there was only one clerk on duty – a bored-looking dirty-blonde young woman who must have been 19 or 20. And no other customers, as far as Alexandria could see.
She had been expecting a man, and had been preparing herself to be leered at, and sexualised, and catcalled. And so her first reaction on seeing a female clerk was relief.
But she soon realised that the girl was a much bigger problem than a man might have been.
Her face wrinkled with disgust as she saw Alexandria’s shirt, which read “CUNT”, and her wet G-string.
“Hey,” she said, “you can’t come in here dressed like that.”
Alexandria paused in the doorway. She had no other clothes. And if she returned to Elody without the ingredients, Elody would surely find some way to make Alexandria regret it.
“Please,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any other clothes.”
But a new problem was developing. The shopgirl’s eyes had strayed, and now she was looking at a magazine on the magazine rack, and then back at Alexandria.
The magazine was the latest issue of Businesswoman Monthly. It had Alexandria’s face on the cover, with the text “Business Bitch! Alexandria Everton’s Rise To Success!”. She had been delighted with the coverage only days ago, when she had still been an executive, and not a household maid facing fraud charges. Now she wished that every copy of the magazine had been pulped.
“Holy shit,” said the girl. “You’re her! You’re the business bitch! Why are you dressed like a slut?”
Alexandria had no idea how to explain it.
“I’m not…” she began. “I mean, I’m…”
But the girl wasn’t even waiting for an answer. She had her phone out, and she was pointing it at Alexandria, and before Alexandria could react she had taken a picture.
“No!” Alexandria cried. “Please! You can’t share that picture!”
The girl laughed. “Why not?”
“It’s embarrassing,” said Alexandria. “Please, just delete it. I’ll do anything.”
“Ten thousand dollars,” said the girl. “You’re good for it. You’re the Business Bitch.”
Alexandria blushed harder. “Ah… at the moment, I don’t actually have access to my money. I know that sounds weird, but…”
The girl shrugged. “Then the picture goes up on all my social media. I bet it’ll go viral. Business Bitch becomes Business Bimbo. People will love it.”
“Please!” Alexandria begged again. “Anything! Can I… do anything for you?”
She knew what it sounded like. She had already licked Elody’s cunt today. She could lick another, if that was what it took…
But the disgusted look on the girl’s face made it clear she wasn’t a lesbian.
“Gross,” she said. “Why are you such a whore?”
“There must be something,” Alexandria begged.
The girl looked her up and down. “I bet my boyfriend would think you were pretty hot. I’ll tell you what, take off your clothes and pose nude for a photo for my boyfriend, and I’ll delete the other one.”
“Nude is worse!” exclaimed Alexandria.
“No,” said the girl, “because you can hide your face or something for this one. So no one will know it’s you. Just take off your clothes, and then put one of those paper shopping bags over your head.”
Alexandria hesitated. This was insane, and humiliating.
“Make up your mind quick,” said the girl. “If another customer comes in I’ll just have to post the first photo.”
“Fine,” said Alexandria. She took the money Elody had given her out from between her tits and put it on the counter. Then she pulled her shirt up and over her head to expose her tits, and quickly wiggled the G-string down her legs. She couldn’t believe she was nude in a public store.
“Now the bag,” said the girl.
Alexandria picked up a paper bag and put it over her head. She couldn’t see now. She felt ridiculous.
“Cup your tits and spread your pussy,” said the girl.
Alexandria didn’t want to, but she used one arm to lift her large tits up, and with the other she reached down and spread her pussy lips to expose her clitoris and fuckhole.
She had no idea if the girl was taking photos. She assumed so, but the phone made no noise.
“Done,” said the girl. “You can dress now.”
Alexandria removed the bag. She gratefully pulled the shirt back over her head – but when she looked for the G-string, she couldn’t find it. Had she kicked it under the shop counter?
“My underwear…” she began.
“Your slut clothes aren’t my problem,” said the girl. “Buy whatever you were going to buy and get out.”
“But…” said Alexandria.
“Listen, lady,” said the girl, “if I get caught with you here in the store looking like a disgusting cunt, I’m going to get in trouble, so you have three minutes to find your food and pay for it, or I’m calling the police.”
Alexandria jumped. She abandoned her G-string, and ran to get the ingredients for the risotto. She barely got out of the store within the time limit, and then she was back on the street, with a shopping bag full of food, and naked from the waist down.
She got back on her tricycle, nestling the dildo back in her cunt – where, admittedly, it felt good – and then addressed the issue of the bag. She couldn’t hold it and control the trike at the same time. Eventually she hit on the idea of tying the handle of the bag through the D-ring on her dog collar, so she could support it with her neck as she pedalled.
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When she got back, Elody’s eyes went straight to Alexandria’s cunt.
“Where’s your G-string, Titsy?” she asked.
“I… I lost it,” Alexandria admitted.
“How do you *lose* a *G-string*, you disgusting big-titted cow?” Elody demanded.
Alexandria looked at her feet. “I’m sorry, mistress,” she said, quietly.
In response, Elody slapped her. Alexandria gasped in shock.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Elody mocked, using a deep, fake voice that sounded like a cartoon cow. “Titsy, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. I asked you how you lost your G-string.”
“I… I took it off in the store,” said Alexandria truthfully. “And then I couldn’t find it.”
Elody made a retching motion. “Oh, ew,” she said. “Gross. You *stripped* in our local store? Why would you *do* that, you idiot heifer?”
Alexandria didn’t know what to say. Because she had been blackmailed? Elody would tell her she was lying, or that it was her own fault. What did Elody want to hear?
“I did it because I’m a slut, mistress,” she said, finally, in a voice so low it was barely audible.
“I don’t just give you clothes so you can *lose* them, Titsy,” said Elody. “This is just like you – so *ungrateful*.”
She raised her voice.
“Cameron!” she yelled. “Your cow needs to be disciplined!”
There were sounds of Cameron heading downstairs from his office. As he approached, Elody grabbed Alexandria by her hair and dragged her into the lounge room, and threw her down on the couch.
“Cameron, sweetie,” said Elody, when her husband appeared. “Your cow has been a disgusting little trollop. I sent it to the shop, and while it was out it took off its G-string and masturbated in public while mooing, and then because it’s very stupid it couldn’t find the G-string again. I need you to beat its cunt until it learns its lesson.”
Cameron sighed and looked at Alexandria. “Alexandria…” he began.
“Titsy,” corrected Elody.
“Of course,” said Cameron. “Titsy, I told you that you had to get along with Elody. This is really very ungrateful.”
Alexandria didn’t know what to say. That she hadn’t meant to lose her G-string? That she hadn’t been masturbating – just spreading her pussy for a stranger to photograph? She just blushed, and stayed silent.
Elody raised her skirt and moved to stand over Alexandria’s head, which was extending from the cushion at one end of the couch. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and Alexandria could see her perfect hairless pussy very clearly. Then Elody lowered herself slightly, and Alexandria could *taste* her pussy, pressed against Alexandria’s mouth.
“Beat its slut cunt until I cum, dear,” said Elody. “That should teach it a lesson.”
Cameron pulled Alexandria’s legs as far apart as they would go.
“If you flinch or try and close your legs I’ll just hit you harder,” he warned Alexandria.
And with that, he slapped her cunt.
Alexandria couldn’t help it. Her body bucked, and she tried to close her legs. Cameron yanked them apart again and hit her harder, and Alexandria screamed into Elody’s cunt.
She had never felt such pain in her pussy. It was agonising. Her cunt wasn’t meant to be treated like this.
“Until I cum, Titsy,” Elody reminded her. “You had best start licking.”
Cameron hit her again, and when Alexandria opened her mouth to scream again some survival instinct took over, extending her tongue so that she could start to lick Elody’s clit.
Cameron repeatedly slapped Alexandria on her twat, and Alexandria desperately licked at her new mistress’ fuckhole.
Elody sighed with happiness. “You know you deserve this, Titsy,” she said. “Normal girls don’t take off their G-strings at a grocery store. Only disgusting big-titted animals like you. Keep licking me if you agree that you are a half-witted slut-uddered cow, Titsy.”
Alexandria had no choice but to keep licking if she wanted the spanking to end – and she wanted that very much.
And besides, Elody was right. Alexandria didn’t quite understand how she’d ended up so humiliated so quickly, when she had been a confident businesswoman only yesterday, but it seemed self-evident that no normal woman would have allowed herself to become naked in a grocery store with a bag over her head as she spread her pussy for a 20-year-old girl to photograph.
As much as her cunt hurt with every spank, she was aware that another sensation was building inside her, and it grew as Elody continued to insult her.
“Humans don’t have tits as big as you, Titsy,” said Elody. “Only cows. You’re a freak, and things that apply to humans don’t apply to you. You’re lucky we let something so digusting live in our house. You’re lucky I don’t call animal control. I still might, if you can’t get that wet slimehole that you call a pussy under control. I swear, Titsy, if I find you humping the furniture I will call someone to take you away. Or maybe get you de-sexed. That would be the responsible thing, wouldn’t it?”
Alexandria was moaning into Elody’s cunt now as she licked it. She hurt so much. She felt so good…
And then, just like that, she was orgasming. Orgasming from cunt pain and humiliation. And as she made a weird little hiccuping moan into Elody’s cunt, Elody started cumming too.
Not just cumming. Squirting. Alexandria took the first mouthful of squirt in her mouth, and then after that the rest washed over her face and dripped onto the floor.
Elody laughed – a high giggle of delight, that she had humiliated Alexandria by squirting onto her face.
“Oh, that was *good*, Titsy,” she said. “I guess cow tongues are special. How does your cunt feel, Titsy?”
It hurt. It hurt so bad that Alexandria wanted to cry. She tried to answer and made an incoherent noise.
“Lick up your mess, Titsy,” said Elody, pointing at the puddle of squirt on the ground. “And then go thank Cameron for beating your cunt like you deserved.”
Blushing, Alexandria rolled off the couch, onto a position on all fours, and crawled to Elody’s feet. She leaned down and began to lick at the puddle of sex juice like a good pet.
When it was clean, she turned to Cameron.
“Thank you for spanking me…” she began.
Elody grabbed her hair and pulled. “Not like that,” she said. “With your *mouth*.”
She pulled Alexandria along the floor to Cameron’s feet. She unzipped Cameron’s pants and took out his cock – which was hard – and then pulled Alexandria’s face towards it.
Alexandria obediently opened her mouth and took the cock in it, and began to suck.
Elody kissed her husband as Alexandria sucked his dick.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Elody said. “I know it’s weird having an *animal* sucking on you, but otherwise it was going to *moo* at you, and I just couldn’t bear it. I had to plug its mouth immediately. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, dear,” said Cameron, running one hand through Alexandria’s hair as he hugged his wife with the other. He kissed her again.
Somehow the fact that Cameron seemed to be barely paying attention to Alexandria as she sucked his cock made it hotter for her, and she felt her pussy throbbing again. But there was to be no relief for her this time. She merely had to suck, until finally Cameron found his release and rewarded her with a mouthful of cum.
As soon as Cameron was done, Elody pulled Alexandria off his cock by her hair.
“You’ve wasted enough time, Titsy,” she said. “We’re hungry. Go and make dinner. And remember – just enough for two. Your dinner will come when we’re done. Run along now like a good little cow…”
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