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Reckoning
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a follow up of my story, "Mrs. Abernathy, Just for Fun." As with
all of Mrs. Abernathy's victims they usually remember everything after
three months without her treatments. For the Summer's family, those
three months are just about up. Please read "Just for Fun" before
reading this.
Definitely not for the sweet/sentimental reader. All standard
disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other
use is strictly prohibited unless approved by the author. Comments are
welcome at [email protected].
Reckoning
Tanisha sat behind her desk at the nurses' station rubbing her rounded
stomach. She was near the end of her first trimester of being pregnant.
She had no idea who the father was and didn't really care. Most women of
color were in a similar position at one time or another as she was.
Obviously from the timing, it had to be either LeRoy or Bootsie. Still
she didn't really care. All that mattered was having the first of what
she hoped to be many babies. In the back of her mind a small voice was
screaming but she ignored it.
Besides the more babies the more money she would receive from the State.
Learning how to live off the dole was one of the first things she was
taught. The woman across the hall from LeRoy had been a big help in that
regard. One of the first things the woman did was help establish
Tanisha's legal identity with the State. Since Tanisha had no job or
skills, the State paid for subsidized housing, medical care and food.
Since she was living rent free with LeRoy and Bootsie she used the money
to get EE-cup implants.
Two months ago LeRoy had gotten her a volunteer job as a nursing
assistant where he worked as a janitor. The retirement home was not that
far from his apartment. He figured Tanisha's sex drive demands on him
and Bootsie would diminish if she took care of the male patients. While
both of them enjoyed what Tanisha had to offer, doing it three or more
times a week left them exhausted. After the first couple of weeks at
their age doing it once a week was more than enough. With her at the
nursing home, she could suck and fuck as much as she wanted plus as a
volunteer wouldn't lose State benefits. As far as LeRoy and Bootsie were
concerned, it was a win-win proposition. There were at least two dozen
elderly black men at the home who gladly took their place. Now they only
performed when they wanted too plus they had a live-in maid.
After three months there were two problems for them that needed to be
addressed. One was the pregnancy. Neither of the men wanted a screaming
brat sharing their two bedroom apartment. The other was the possibility
of the State demanding DNA testing. Neither one of them wanted to be
held responsible for paying child support. As much as LeRoy would miss
her cleaning and cooking, more than the sex even, he made arrangements
with a pimp to set Tanisha up. There was a demand for videos of pregnant
women having sex and the pimp welcomed the addition. So much so he gave
LeRoy five grand for the privilege. The pimp had witnessed just how
horny Tanisha was and figured she could become a gold mine. Maybe horny
enough to take on Titan, his big black pit bull.
##
Jacqueline squatted over the baseball bat, slowly moving up and down
while Mathilda filmed him. They needed a new inspirational film for
their web pay site. Mathilda figured seeing Jacquie slide six inches of
that four inch diameter bat up his backside would do it. After three
months of intense training, he was stretched enough to do it. Yes it was
painful but Jacquie could take it. There was only one downside to being
that stretched out from Mathilda's point of view.
After living together for a month she had convinced Jacquie they needed
the extra income and began pimping him out. Finding other gay men who
shared Mathilda's fist fucking fetish was difficult. Still Jacquie gave
great head and guys didn't mind paying for that. Jacqueline easily
passed as a girlie-girl and could work both the straight and gay world.
Something Mathilda took full advantage of.
When Jacquie moved in almost three months ago Mathilda started him using
ever increasing butt plugs. At first he complained but complied. For
reasons Jacquie couldn't understand he just couldn't say no to this aged
drag queen. Whatever Mathilda wanted he would do even if he didn't like
it. At first the demands were simple. Take some man into the restroom
and blow him for twenty bucks. Jacquie wasn't the least bit attracted to
men. He was only drawn to other transvestites like himself. Mathilda
justified those acts by using the money to pay for their drinks at some
bar. The web site paid the rent and other expenses.
Then there were the tattoos and piercings Mathilda wanted. A tramp stamp
across the saddle of his back depicting fornicating naked men intertwined
amidst a bed of multi-colored roses. A pink rhinestone belly ring in the
shape of a male penis. A blood red rose bud with green thorn rimmed stem
was tattooed over his right breast. Under the stem in an inverted arc
were written in black ink script, "Mathilda's Bitch." Jacquie didn't
want any of these additions but did it for her. Finally a four inch gold
hoop was inserted into the head of Jacquie's penis. The hoop prevented
Jacquie from penetrating but could receive head. Mathilda didn't like to
be taken in the backside or have him do anyone else. Mathilda justified
those actions by telling him it would increase viewers on their major
source of income. A pay per view gay adult web site.
So to keep Mathilda happy, Jacquie was humiliating himself while being
videoed. With the bat firmly lodged, he bent at the waist and began
sucking on Mathilda's dick. As he did that the small voice in the back
of his head began screaming. Only this time it was accompanied by
memories. Memories that couldn't be ignored. So sharp, so detailed and
so shocking he passed out.
##
Jill was sitting at the vanity putting her white pink highlighted hair
into two high pigtails. She was trying to decide whether to use the
chiffon scrunchies or satin ribbons to secure them. She wanted to look
perfect for the photo shoot Max wanted to do today. For the past three
months Jill had been living with Max and Dawn as their Lolita sex slave.
One of the first things Max demanded when Jill agreed to be their lesbian
sex slave was to become an Ero Lolita. A sexually precocious not
promiscuous little girl look with some modification. Jill had to always
wear white face foundation, bright green or blue eyeshadow, heavy black
eyeliner and long false lashes with vivid red Cupid's bow lips. The
eyeliner always extended to give her eyes an almond shaped Asian look.
While Jill did not personally like any Lolita style and especially the
heavy makeup, she felt compelled to do what Max demanded. Another thing
she absolutely hated were the piercings. Piercings in her eyebrows, a
pink crystal nostril piercing that had four dangling thin gold chains
draping across her right cheek and attached to her right earlobe. The
most hated piercings were the golden hoops through her labia preventing
any kind of penetration. Max had that done so Jill wouldn't lapse back
into having heterosexual affairs. Jill agreed to that piercing when told
if she didn't then would have a Muslim female circumcision. A procedure
that would remove both inner and outer labia, the clitoral hood and gland
and closure of the vulva leaving only a small opening for the passage of
fluids. The very thought of that heinous act by a Muslim friend of Max's
made Jill quickly agree. Having Dawn and Max's initials inked just above
her vagina didn't bother her nearly as much as the piercings.
Finished with her hair she noticed the clock and hurried to get dressed.
It took her the longest to button and lace the black satin with red lace
decoration corset properly. She already had on her red satin thong and
matching bloomers with row upon row of white floral lace. Jill wore the
bloomers in case her petticoats and skirt were blown up by the wind. If
that happened the bloomers would make her appear precocious rather than
promiscuous. With the corset on, she slid her feet into the white nylon
ankle socks with three rows of red lace frills over her pink and white
horizontally striped thigh highs. Then she put on the black patent
leather Mary Janes. Four white stiffly starched layered net petticoats
soon followed then the red bell shaped skirt. The petticoats fluffed out
the dress well above the knees leaving their lacy hems exposed. As she
checked her image in the mirror a small voice in the back of her mind was
screaming objections.
After the photos were taken they all went out to the Pink Pussy lounge.
Jill was a big favorite there and popular. So popular that Dawn and Max
never paid for a drink. While they sipped Jill was either dancing or on
her knees in the bathroom with some other butch. It was near closing
time when it happened. The voice had been growing over the past couple
of weeks and beginning to really bother Jill. It had always been there
but was now becoming hard to ignore.
##
Helen/Harvey sat on the couch like she did every Saturday watching
sports. Harvey easily passed casual inspection as a man. Her buzz cut
hair, broken nose (broken on purpose) and gym workouts were an effective
deception. Sitting on the side table was her bottle of beer and ashtray.
Recently Harvey developed a taste for a good cigar to go with her brew.
She particularly enjoyed the large black cigars. Cigars called a
cannonies (cannon) maduro made in Mexico that smelled like vinegar soaked
rags. A cigar only a very macho male would smoke. It gave her a
perverse thrill watching her husband Jake/Jenny suck on the rounded end
before lighting it. He always made the strangest faces when doing that.
While their roles were totally reversed they loved each other dearly.
Jake had legally changed his name to Jenny and from the neck down looked
female. However even with the long flowing red wig, ballet boots and
makeup he would never pass as a real woman. His chin was too square, the
nose too big and five o'clock shadow that concealer couldn't hide. Two
months ago when his wife had breast reduction surgery he had implants.
Harvey talked Jenny into getting DD-cup implants. Having such large
breasts caused lower back pain and got in the way but Harvey loved them.
Jenny would have preferred smaller C-cup ones but deferred to his wife's
wishes.
They had both given serious thought to having genital reconstruction but
the cost and results negated that idea. Besides the only way Jenny could
get sexual satisfaction was wanking off into a pair of dirty panties.
Harvey was happy using her large realistic strap-on dildo. Watching
Jenny give it head or plowing it up his backside always made her climax.
Today Harvey was feeling restless as she watched a boring ball game. The
voice in the back of her mind was getting harder to ignore but she pushed
it aside. She needed to get her mind on something else. The ball game
certainly wasn't doing that.
"Jenny get your ass in here!" she shouted deciding she wanted sex.
A few minutes later Jenny wearing an outfit straight out of the late
fifties came into the room. He was wearing an A-line full skirted powder
pink rayon paisley printed dress with white cuffed mid-arm length
sleeves. For lingerie he was wearing his new pink and white VS floral
paisley patchwork second skin satin bra with the matching garter belt and
bikini panties. At least four white net crinolines held the circle skirt
out. What didn't fit the vintage style was his shoes. On his feet were
a pair of skyscraper stiletto heels with a two inch platform sole.
"Yes darling, you need me for something. I just put a load into the
washer and have some time," he said. "You want me to get you another
beer?"
"Yeah then get that fine booty over here. I'm in the mood for some good
lovin'," Harvey demanded.
Jenny was bent over the arm of the couch when memories began flooding his
mind. Harvey had her dildo planted deep into her husband's backside when
her memories returned. Both completely over whelmed, passed out.
##
"I have never stayed too long anywhere once I set my marks up. It's the
smart thing to do. I know they acted as I instructed but never once got
to see them once the conditioning wore off. I had no other people
involved except the family and Jill this time. Perhaps I can make an
exception to my standing rule. I really would like to see how they all
turned out. All I have to do is give them commands to ignore my presents
should I visit and make sure the children come over at least once a week.
That way I can monitor their changes," Mrs. Abernathy thought.
Over the next three months Mrs. Abernathy watched Harvey and Jenny as
they progressed. She was more than pleased by what she saw across the
street when they cut the grass and washed the car. Harvey was wearing
Bermuda shorts and undershirt while cutting the grass. The undershirt
left no doubt that she had a very flat chest and lots of body hair.
Jenny washing the car in a revealing green bikini left no doubts that he
had a very nice rack. While they didn't realize she was in their house
observing, Mrs. Abernathy kept those visits short. She was very pleased
to see that they were living and acting like any other married couple.
Every weekend one of the children would stop by for a short visit. She
was very pleased to see that Melody/Tanisha was quite passable as a young
woman of color. On her last visit she sported a very full Afro and from
the low cut purple satin dress had real EE-cup breasts. Jacob/Jacqueline
on his last visit was almost unrecognizable. Mrs. Abernathy had to look
real hard at the very feminine creature going up to the door across the
street. She was wearing skin tight pink denim short shorts with a white
midriff halter top and white go-go boots. Jacquie was too far away for
Mrs. Abernathy to make out the exposed tramp stamp but did notice the
rose tattoo.
"I'm so glad I stayed around this time," Mrs. Abernathy mused as she
walked into their house and saw the tramp stamp up close. "Things should
be getting real interesting in about another two or three weeks."
##
Tanisha was leaving the OBGYN clinic after having a sonogram with a very
confused look on her face. "Dat crazy doctor says I bees white folk. I
know I been raised by deem but dat doan make me white," she thought
sitting down at the bus stop.
Over the past three months Melody had fully acclimated to living in the
hood and adopting its speech patterns and culture. The only two things
she seemed to really care about was having children to call her own and
sex with older black men. Her life seemed to be perfect until the doctor
asked her why she was pretending to be a woman of color. Life was good
right now. She had a pimp and all the sex she could handle. There had
always been a tiny voice in the back of her head shouting objections to
just about everything she did but now it was screaming. Yelling loud
enough not to be totally ignored.
"Get out of my head you demon. I bees Tanisha not some honkey Melody,"
she thought as the bus pulled up.
Tanisha was on all fours, her EE breasts dangling beneath her giving a
black man head while two more were plunging into her other openings.
Enricki, her pimp, was filming the action when a very clear pictured
formed in her mind. It was a picture of a Chestnut haired blue eyed
girlie girl. With that picture thoughts began filling her head.
Remembrances of her past and who she really was. The onrush of memories
was too much and she fainted. When she regained consciousness it was in
the wee hours of the morning. Wiping away the tears that immediately
formed, got dressed and snuck out of the apartment. The last thing she
needed was to wake Enricki or one of the other girls. She had to go
home, her real home. She was scared, very scared about what Mrs.
Abernathy had done to her and her family.
##
Jill was wearing her black satin French Maid's uniform with all the
frills. White lace wrist cuffs, lace fingerless gloves, lace choker and
lacy cap. She was perched on seven inch black patent leather pumps
serving Max and Dawn's guests. As she carefully minced around the room
her satin skirt and petticoats bounced around revealing white satin
ruffled lace rumba panties. She didn't mind acting as a maid most of the
time. This time however, Max had strapped a pacifier into her mouth.
The pacifier had a three inch rubber nipple that filled her mouth while a
seven inch silicon dildo extended from it. When a guest demanded
service, Jill would get down on her knees and satisfy them.
She was in the process of bobbing her head vigorously when suddenly
memories began filling her head. Memories so horrible and frightening
she passed out. When Jill came too, she was in a darkened room laying on
the carpeted floor. She was still in her maid's uniform and the dildo
attached to her head. She screamed as the memories came flooding back.
Fortunately the pacifier only let muffled sounds escape. With
realization of where she was and the circumstances, she calmed and
removed the pacifier. Quietly she went back to her small room and
retrieved her purse as tears poured down her face. Her need to get away
so strong she didn't bother to change but slipped on a pair of sensible
three inch heels. Jill had to get back to the Summer's house hoping
Jacob was alright.
##
It was early morning, the sun just cresting the horizon as five very
distraught people sat at the kitchen table. All their eyes were
bloodshot and tear stains covered their faces. Jake was back in charge,
sitting at the head of the table informing the kids that Mrs. Abernathy
was still living across the street. Jacob's first reaction was to grab a
kitchen knife. Melody's response was to grab a meat cleaver while Jill
wondered how someone could be so evil.
"Put those down and sit back at the table!" Jake commanded. "We can't go
rushing off without some plan. Don't think for one moment that woman is
stupid. I'm sure she has implanted some hypnotic command that will undo
us all even now. So sit down and let's discuss this before we wind up
back like we used to be.
After much discussion they had the rudiments of a plan. One that
wouldn't get them put in jail but would provide justified retribution.
The first thing they decided upon was to use candle wax to plug their
ears. This way they wouldn't be able to hear any command words spoken by
Mrs. Abernathy. Jake using a thimble as a mold and a piece of string let
the melting wax drop into it. It was a trick his grandfather taught him
when they went goose hunting. Once they all had the plugs, they decided
to wait until Mrs. Abernathy came to their house. She was bound to
notice Jill's car in the morning and become curious. In the mean time
they would clean and rest up until then.
##
"What's this?" Mrs. Abernathy said as she retrieved her morning
newspaper. "From the dew on the car windows she must have spent the
night. I bet her conditioning has worn off. If that's true then I
should really get an ear full. Think I'll sneak over after I've had my
morning tea," she thought going back inside.
"Okay guys, she's seen Jill's car. Remember our plan," Jake said
entering the kitchen. "Helen, you have the earplugs ready. Jacob, you
got the duct tape? Good. I'll keep watch until I see her coming over."
An hour later Mrs. Abernathy used her passkey to enter the Summer's front
door. She heard the soft crying and "Oh woe is me" conversation coming
from the kitchen. "Great, they all seem to be here and from the sounds
of it fully aware. This is going to be so much fun," she thought.
Entering the kitchen Mrs. Abernathy was taken completely by surprise as
Jake grabbed her from behind in a choke hold. Jacob rushed over and
began wrapping duct tape around her head making sure she couldn't speak.
Next he secured her hands behind her back then her ankles. To make sure
she was completely immobilized, used some rope to hog tie her. With that
accomplished they removed the earplugs.
"Got you bitch!" Jacob yelled as he finished. He started to kick her in
the ribs but Jake stopped him.
"Jacob remember the plan," Jake ordered. You girls watch her while Jacob
and I go over to her house. We need information before we go any
further."
It was late morning before Jake and Jacob returned to the house with
large smiles on their faces. Jake had a small suitcase in his hand that
he put on the kitchen table. "It seems that our Mrs. Abernathy isn't
exactly who she appears to be. We found several passports and a lot of
cash at her place," he said opening the case.
"Why there must be at least two hundred thousand dollars here," Helen
exclaimed.
"Did you look at these passports? They all show a much younger woman,"
Melody added.
"Yeah, but that's not the most surprising things we found. Look at
these," Jake said holding up two vials. "These are the psychotropic
drugs that bitch used on us. Checked them out on her laptop and they are
diabolical. No wonder we're so fucked up but they gave me an idea. Why
don't you girls strip our grandmotherly Mrs. Abernathy and reveal the
person inside. I think you're going to be surprised at what else we
found out."
Melody rushed over to a cabinet drawer and pulled out a pair of shears.
She certainly wouldn't have to be asked twice. Released from the hog tie
Mrs. Abernathy squirmed like a worm on hot concrete but in less than ten
minutes she was revealed in all her padded glory. Soon the padding was
gone exposing the early fortyish shapely woman.
"That's a fine looking fit body for such an old woman," Helen said.
"She's not that old dear," Jake replied. "I think if we peel away the
makeup and latex off her face you'll discover she's about our age.
However, before we do that put the earplugs back in. I don't want to
take any chances with this bitch ever getting power over us again."
##
Zelda was one of the star attractions in the sideshow and proud of it.
She was a hit from the very first when she arrived a little over three
months ago. She was Zelda, the fat tattooed bearded lady. Most
sideshows had a tattooed lady, a fat lady or a bearded lady but she was
all in one. For her shows she would be wearing a scanty, gauzy harem
outfit and her innie navel filled with a ruby glass jewel. The outfit
revealed most of her obese body and its horrid and shocking tattoos. The
more pornographic tattoos fortunately where hidden from public view. Her
long black beard was braided and tied off with small colorful ribbons
similar to dreadlocks. The handlebar mustache waxed and curled at the
ends. Zelda's beard and mustache contrasted with her colorfully tattooed
bald head. A bald head that had to be covered in public. Those tattoos
were of muscled men engaging in fornication poses with each other.
She was not only a star but engaged to another famous circus performer,
Mighty Mite. Mighty Mite was a bald headed midget strongman only five
foot tall. Though small of frame had the body of a young Arnold
Schwarzenegger. His ego was even bigger and his package even bigger yet.
He loved lording it over his three hundred sixty pound fianc? and the
attention they received whenever out in public. He particularly liked
riding on her shoulders as they strolled in public treating her like an
elephant. In the privacy of their shared circus trailer Zelda was always
naked and available to his demands. Sometimes he would close his eyes,
point at a particular tattoo then try that sexual position. Usually he'd
just thrust out his hips and point at his eight inches. With their size
difference it was just easier for Zelda to provide oral sex. Something
Mighty Mite demanded three or four times a day.
Mrs. Abernathy slowly opened her eyes. It was early morning the sun just
creeping above the horizon. Mighty Mite was still asleep beside her.
The nightmare that had roused her from a deep sleep fading. Sitting up,
the reality of her situation hit like a ton of bricks. Old memories
coming back made her woozy, her hands shaking like windblown leaves.
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