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THE HOUSE TOUR

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The Wait

Kathleen Montgomery looked at her watch with growing impatience. . . .

?Where was that little brat . . . . !?, ? she murmuredto now one in particular as she stood in the driveway of the secluded ?McMansion? thatshe hoped to sell with a final tour this morning. She mustn't get angry. Sheneeded to remember that this girl's father may be the client thatwould spring her to her all-time highest sales commission in her many yearsas a real estate agent. She had to forget just how abrasive this young womanhad been in their first meeting. She looked at her watch again . . .11:00 a.m.The girl was now almost a half hour late. The ? she? thatElizabeth was thinking about was Sally Beckwith, the nineteen year old stepdaughter of software entrepreneur Miles Beckwith, with whom Kathleen had beenin negotiations for almost a month to purchase the exclusive Winsor Estatethat she was currently listing.

Kathleen Montgomery, age thirty-five, was the #1 real estate agent for GlobalProperties, a Washington, D.C. real estate company dealing exclusively in thesale of ?high end? homes and estates in the D.C. Metropolitan area. In thewealthiest communities, everyone was familiar with Kathleen. Her beautifulpicture was plastered on the listing signs of the most expensive mansions throughoutthe Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. She was good at what she did, and sheknew it.

Not only did Kathleen sell mansions, she and her family also lived in oneof the largest in Potomac, Maryland. As Gobal's highest volume agent for thepast several years, she netted an average of over 1.5 million dollars in commissionsper year. In addition, her husband was a highly respected cardiologist in amedical practice in Washington that included the Vice President of the UnitedStates as one of its patients. The couple had two children, both attendingpreeminent prep schools: a fourteen year-old athletic boy, and a twelve yearold girl who was as attractive as her mother. Kathleen was a tall and extremelyfit with a beautifully portioned athletic body. She worked out regularly witha personal trainer, and it showed. She was 5' 8" tall, with full and roundedfirm breasts which complimented her soft copper-tanned flesh. Her long legswere trim and currently so tanned that she did not need to wear stockings.Kathleen's hair color was light brown, with subtle blond streaks that was theonly concession that this fine looking woman thought she needed to make toappear a tad more youthful. The hair was banged to her eyebrows and its lengthfell gently onto her shoulders. She had lush almond shaped hazel eyes thather husband often teased were her ?Asian exotic eyes.? Kathleen Montgomerywas a no-nonsense elegant wealthy married professional female. She was thekind of woman that men noticed and don't think for a minute that she didn'tknow this and use it in the business world to get to where she was as one ofthe top real estate agents in Washington, D.C. But at this very moment, shewas losing her well noted composure.

Kathleen had promised to show Winsor Estate to Miles Beckwith's stepdaughterto get her approval before he purchased it. This acquisition was the firststep to opening his software search engine (Goggles, Inc.) company's east coastoperations. Winsor Manor was a large country estate that extended through approximatelyten acres of rolling hills in the Virginia suburbs. It included a large Victorianstately home with a lined driveway. The road leading to the mansion was surroundedwith trees right up to the main gate. There was an adjacent guest house, inthe English cottage style, nestled among an area of large Oak trees. In additionto these homes, the estate had a beautiful Equestrian Center with a manicuredrace track and accompanying horse stable. The original owner, having builtthe estate as a testament for his love of horses and privacy, had recentlyrelocated to southern California leaving the property fully furnished in hopeof assisting it sale at the 10.5 million dollars asking price. Miles Beckwithwas planning to live only part time in this home and remain, for the most part,at his home at the company's Seattle, Washington home base. He was smittenby the property because of its opulence and his love of horses. The entrepreneur,now away on business, had told Kathleen that he was contemplating the purchaseafter his step-daughter's walk through with Kathleen. He told the real estateagent that his young stepdaughter, a champion equestrian rider, would be residingat the estate when not away at university. He had left it with Kathleen thatSally would be contacting her to set up a time to be shown the property. Mileshad intimated that to consummate the deal, both his wife, Eleanor and herstep-daughter needed to approve, so it was now up to Kathleen to see that theyoung lady was indeed impressed with the property. However, there was a darkpart of the story of which Kathleen was unaware. Miles and his step-daughterwere secretly having an affair of which Eleanor was unaware. But with Eleanorliving only in the main Seattle estate, Miles was free to slip his dick inand out his step-daughter all he wanted while on the East Coast. Some executivessimply think of everything.

The young step-daughter and the older real estate agent had not gotten offto a good start. One night almost a week ago to the day, Kathleen had beenspeaking with another client by telephone when Sally Beckwith had just saunteredunannounced into her office and stood there with her arms crossed, starringat Kathleen. Kathleen was tall, but Sally was taller by a good two inches.She had platinum blond hair that came down over her shoulder and hung seductivelyover the black tank top she was wearing right over her large breasts. She woreblue jeans that hugged her long and lanky leg; open strapped shoes; with ashort dark leather jacket that came to her belly button. Kathleen glared atthe young woman, not knowing her to recognize her:

?Can I help you? Can't you see that I'm on the telephone?!,?

Kathleen cooly asked. An impeccable dresser, Kathleen was wearing a cream-coloredpinstriped business suit with a pleated skirt that came to rest only an inchabove her knees, hiding her creamy thighs. Her jacket covered a white cottonblouse. She wore a pair of brown Guicci leather shoes with three inch heels.Her blush was a perfect match to her subtly painted lush lips, and her lushbrown hair curled inward toward her blouse. She wore an elegant Crisscut Diamondaround her neck with matching earrings and a huge ring of the same style onher right hand.

?Well, get off, I don't have all night! I'm Sally Beckwith andif you're INTERESTED in selling the estate, you'd BETTER not keep me waiting!!,? Sallysnapped.

Kathleen had all she could do to restrain herself from telling this spoiledyoung woman off, but knew that she needed to keep her emotions under control.She did think to herself that if this were her daughter, she would providea bit more discipline than she obviously has had to date. . . . how ironicshe would later think.

They made a date to meet on a the next Saturday, a week from tomorrow. Kathleen,gritting her teeth all the way, had asked the teenager when it would be convenientfor her. Curiously, Sally had smiled and said that she would need about a weekto prepare for the meeting. Katherine wondered what she meant, but left itat that. As the two women exchanged a rather icy handshake, Kathleen thoughtthat she had caught Sally taking a quick peek at her breasts. Sally spun aroundand walked confidently out of the office. Kathleen continued to seethe allevening at the young woman's impertinence.

She looked at her watch again . . . now 11:30 a..m. . . and still no Sally!Damn!....

Sigh, she would have to wait for her. She had wanted to spend a leisurelyafternoon by herself ? indulging herself, of course. Her husband was away inJapan for the next week participating in a medical conference, and her twochildren were both away at camp for the summer. Elizabeth had hoped show theproperty to her client's stepdaughter by noon and then have some time for someshopping, a trip to the spa, and perhaps a Latte with a few of her marriedgirlfriends (? Desperate Housewives? ? definitely!) before retiring with agood book at home. Today, as usual, the real estate agent was in another ofher impeccable outfits: a classic blue pinstripe pants suit with muted pinklines. She wore a matching pink V-neck silk blouse, with Italian leather pumpsthat could be seen inches below the suit pants. She accented her wealth, withan understated, but nevertheless expensive, simple gold chain. Her hair waspulled back and tied behind her head. Oscar de La Renta sunglasses rested atopher head. She had been a picture of classic elegance and composure when shehad arrived that morning, but now she was very much starting to get exasperatedat Sally's tardiness.

Suddenly, she heard a faint noise in the distance. . . ?What wasthat . . ?. . . . ???

She waited in silence for a brief moment. She heard it a second time . . .and again. Kathleen suddenly whirled around and looked in the direction ofthe stable. She was almost sure that she had heard the muted high pitched ?whinny? ofa horse coming from that direction. But the sound was somewhat eerie and didnot sound just right. Kathleen held her breath with the sudden realizationthat she was alone, far away from the city on this secluded estate. With sometrepidation, she started walking slowly away from her Mercedes and toward thedirection of the stable sixty yards from where she currently stood. The realestate agent walked quietly and precisely looking all around as she traversedthe beaten gravel footpath leading to the stable. Other than the sound of herheels grinding on the pathway and the wind blowing through the trees, therewere no sounds to be heard. She neared the stable. Should she turn around andgo back? Kathleen was uneasy but decided to continue to move in the directionof the original sound. Maybe, Sally was over in that direction, inspectingthe property on her own. Just like her, she thought. . .or maybe oneof the maintenance men. . . were there maintenance men???. She didn'tknow. Did she even hear the sounds in the first place??? Kathleen was not sureof just about anything at the moment. But she plunged ahead anyway. Her curiosityhad just gotten the better of her.

The real estate agent was almost directly in front of the stable's woodenentry door. She was just about ready to turn around and return to her car whenshe heard it again. . . this time a different noise . . . a loud thumping sound ? likea hoof scrapping along a wooden floor. The sound was coming from inside thestable. Kathleen was anxious, but she approached and slowly and opened thecreaky wooden entrance door. She walked slowly into the darkened stable. Thoughit was sunny outside, there were few windows inside. She walked slowly intothe entrance area where she stopped to look around. Nothing. She continuedto walk through the stable. There were wooden stalls on both sides of her.Each stall had an open entrance area with barred partitions on the side toallow the horses to enter. Each footstep she took echoed through the emptystable's earthened floor.

?Hello, anybody here? Ms. Beckwith? It's Mrs. Montgomery. I'mhere to show you around. Hello??

Kathleen continued walking. Stil nothing. No sound except her shoes.

Suddenly, she thought she saw something. Someone. It was a blur on her rightside. Coming toward her.

THUDD!

A heavy object had smashed into the side of Kathleen's head. She moaned softly.She saw flashing lights and heard ringing in her ears as she crumpled likea rag doll onto the ground

. . . . .

The Riding Crop

. . . . . . .Light slowly flashed into her eyes as she awoke with a start,quickly moving her head from side to side. Her head throbbed with the painof the blow. Then the real estate agent realized that her hands were up inthe air. Manacled: each wrist constrained by leather cuffs connected by a barthat passed horizontally over her head. Behind the cuffs were ?v? shaped steelchains that lead up to the ceiling of the stable. Kathleen hung, hands up inthe air, her feet in black riding boots that touched the ground. Black ridingboots? The fog started to clear from the real estate agent's eyes. She wasin one of the stable stalls far in the back of the building, completely outof view of anyone and anything. Kathleen's eyes widened in the realizationthat she was naked , except for those black boots and black latexshoulder length gloves that had been placed on her hands. She still wore hergold chain, but that is all that remained of the outfit that she had carefullyselected earlier that morning. Her pants suit, white panties, large satin laceminimizer bra and support knee highs were strew about the area where she nowhung like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. Kathleen Montgomery the wealthy,attractive, top real estate agent in the area was ALL therein full view: tanned tall athletic body; dark matted pubic hair; succulentupturned heavy breasts with dark large-circled nipples were exposed for thetouch. Also present, presumably to do the touching, was Sally Beckwith smilingdeliciously.

Sally had on a rather interesting clothing: a designer equestrian outfit comprisedof a cream colored hunting jacket over a woven tie shirt which covered herher huge breasts, with an accompanying green print scarf underneath. Matchinghunting pants and black riding boots similar Kathleen's, came up to her knees.Atop her head, she wore an English riding helmet, strapped under her chin.Her straight blond hair streamed under the helmet and floated down the jacketand lay neatly on its labels. She looked gorgeous and as if ready for the hunt.Tally-Ho!

Kathleen, still not fully understanding what was transpiring, stared dumbfoundlyat the teenager. However, she did notice a rather menacing three foot leatherriding crop whip that Sally was holding in her right hand. The whip was largeenough for Sally to caress in her left hand.

It was now time for Kathleen to become painfully aware of the Sally's otherdark secret: along with riding championship horses, Sally also loved to ?breakin and ride? young and vulnerable young women, as many of her high school andcollege mates could painfully attest to. She was quite the serial rapist, yetto be caught. Now it was time to graduate from high school and college girlsto a full blown high-power adult female.

?Ready to show me around, bitch??

Kathleen now fully awake, came to life with fury:

? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! HOW DARE YOU! UNTIEME AND GET ME MY CLOTHING. . . I'M SORRY, BUT I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TOCALL THE POLICE . . . . .?

Sally just laughed, completely ignoring the real estate agent's outburst.With that, the painful whipping began.

SWISH!!! PPPSSSSSSTTTTT! KRAK!!

The whip sizzled through the air and struck Elizabeth on her tanned buttocks.Once. Twice. Again and again.

?YEAAAAAAAAAAAA!? STOPPP! WHAT ARE YOUDOING TO ME!?

The older woman's buttocks were soon nothing morethan a criss-cross of red welts, but the blows continued to rain down on herlush body with no let up in sight. And with each blow, Kathleen's outer sophisticatedself-assured facade started to crumble.

? AAAAARRRRRRHHH!? OHHHHH!

Finally, the beating ceased. The young blond girl walked slowly around herbound captive, eyeing her in great detail. This bitch's tits need someaction. Let's make ?em bounce around a little . . . . .

SWISH! KRAK!

Now the whipping moved on to Kathleen's breasts. She groaned involuntarilyas pain shot through her mounds like little knife points. The huge melons werequickly covered with red marks as the whip tore into her flesh. Kathleen triedto think of anything ? her children going through their daily routines in summercamp right at this moment; her husband, . . . going out to a romantic dinnerwith him, anything except the intense pain that she was now feeling from thisbeating.

?Sally, why ? YEAAAAA! ? are you doing this to me??!!??. For ?AAAAAAH ? PPPllleassestop!?

?Oh no, you bitch. ?SALLY? to my friends and family. MS. BECKWITHto you, BITCH!!!

?PLEASSSSE, MS. BECKWITH, STOPPP!

The pain level was now unbelievable. Kathleen could simply no longer takeit. Kathleen screamed in continued agony. The whipnow turned to a different area: her dark triangle. Just when she thought thatthe pain couldn't get worse, Kathleen felt repeated whip blows to her vagina.Finally, after some time, Sally stopped, apparently out of breath. The youngerwoman was now directly in front of the real estate agent, holding the whipup in the air. Sally circled her captive like a lioness surrounding her preybefore going in for the kill. She quietly moved behind her victim, not sayinga word. Both women were breathing loudly: Kathleen in pain and anger, and Sallyin growing passion of lust at the torture and rape of her latest victim. Sallysuddenly grabbed the older woman's breasts from behind with both hands. Kathleen'sabdomen reacted involuntarily, drawing in sharply as she tried to squirm awayfrom Sally's touch. Her resistance was greeted by a vicious side blow to herhead causing the real estate agent to cease her squirming and simply closeher eyes tightly. This simply could NOT be happening to me, could it? Pleasesomebody help me! She thought to herself. She was gripped in fear andcomplete loathing of what was happening to her. She grit her teeth knowingthat she could do nothing more. She was bound and at the mercy of another female,a young teenager at that.

The Brunch

Sally continued her onslaught on Kathleen's breasts. Her hands opened andclosed ever so gently on Kathleen's huge mounds as if she were feeling a cantaloupeat the supermarket. She then pressed her fingers together and started to rollher thumb and forefinger over the older woman's nipples. The nipples startedto grow and harden until they were both erect and at attention. Kathleen noticedthat, though she was not feeling the least bit of pleasure, her creamy skinyet prickled in goose bumps.

?You know, Mrs. Montgomery, I'm quite hungry and really need somethingto eat before you take me on our tour. How about a light brunch.?

The teenager mocked the other woman with a feigned tone of respect. Sallywent over to an elegantly dressed table that she had been placed in the cornerof the stable. Over a flower patterned table cloth was a white rose in a singlevase, a bottle of Dom Perignon, Vintage 1998, along with two champagne glasses,and, of all things, a jar of French made strawberry preserve. Sally elegantlystrode over and poured out two glasses of the champagne. She drank one, everso slowly as she watched Kathleen's breasts rise and fall as she gasped forbreath. When she finished, she brought the other glass over to Kathleen, grabbeda fistful of her hair and whip-lashed her head backward. Kathleen now experiencedsearing pain throughout her scalp. There was no part of her body that was notat this moment on fire with pain. When Kathleen's mouth gapped open, Sallytook the opportunity to slowly pour the champagne down her throat. Elizabethbegan to gag and choke.

?Take it and shut the fuck up!? Sally spat.

Kathleen's head suddenly began to spin with the pain and, now, the booze.Sally smiled knowingly. In all her prior rapes, she knew full well that a little,not too much, booze always made the job a little easier for her. Now Sallyretrieved the jar of preserve with an accompanying spoon from the table. Sheslowly walked over to Kathleen and reached into the jar with the teaspoon.Kathleen helplessly watched in disgust as her erect nipples were slatheredwith strawberry preserves. She again started squirming about but a quick punchto her temple reminded Kathleen that she need to be still to be rid of herpain. Brunch ? such as it was ? had now been served and it appeared to be her!

Sally started to slowly suck on Kathleen's preserve covered nipples, firstone, then the other. The younger woman's tongue slowly and deftly swirled aroundeach nipple, flicking the nipple, first to the right, and then to the left.She would then place her mouth squarely over each the pink bud and suck itslowly into her own mouth and then gently release it. Repeating the processfor a few minutes.

?MMMMM, baby doll, these are sssooooo, tasty,?

Sally cooed softly. She then pulled her mouth from Kathleen's large orbs andstarted to playing with them. Sally gentle slapped them back and forth. Thenshe pushed them together and slowly rubbed her hands over first one, then theother trying to touch the nipples together. She pulled them apart, and thenquickly pushed them together again, more tightly this time. It was as if shewere a baker kneading dough before placing it in the oven. Just when Kathleenappeared to relax just a little, Sally suddenly grabbed the nipples betweenher thumbs and forefingers and squeezed as hard as she could. Kathleen benther head down in pain and let out an agonizing howl that penetrated the stablearea. Sally ignored Kathleen's screams and continued to torture her nipples.Then she again returned to the soft touching and stroking of agent's globes.Sally now moved her attention the rest of Kathleen's body. She bent down underher captive's hair and started to gently lick her neck, slowly working herway up to her check. Kathleen started to pull away, but when she sensed thatSally was about set to again grab her nipples, she ceased her efforts. Sallycontinued to kiss Kathleen's check and deftly slide her tongue over to herright ear. All the while, she continued to work Kathleen's left nipple betweenher finger tips. Sally suddenly grabbed Kathleen's jaw and pulled it over toher own mouth. Kathleen, sensing what was coming and becoming suddenly repulsedand nauseous, shut her mouth tightly. Sally smiled and started to apply pressureto her captive's nipple until her mouth flew open in pain. Sally quickly slideher tongue into Kathleen's mouth. It was as if Sally were now completely devouringKathleen's mouth. She was literally sucking this woman's face and trying topull her tongue right out. Sally stopped the sucking action and now starteddarting her tongue around the real estate agent's mouth. Kathleen suddenlyjumped a little involuntarily as she felt Sally's finger start to probe hervagina. Sally had no problem finding Kathleen's clit and started to rub andpinch it as she continued her long French kiss. Again, the fashionable realestate agent realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to thwarther client's attack. She had been ravaged with pain and simply didn't wishmore be inflicted. Accordingly, she didn't dare pull away from Sally's mouthor her exploring finger. She simply took.

A kaleidoscope of thoughts started to invade Kathleen's brain. She suddenlyflashed back to college and the only other time that a another female's tonguehad been inside of her mouth. It was college, after all. She was just curiousand just exploring her own sexuality. All her roommates had wondered what itwould be like. Well, she hadn't liked it then and certainly didn't find itthe least bit pleasurable when being forced as she was now. Thinking abouta lesbian experience was one thing, but being raped and ravished by a youngfemale was another. This was no more pleasurable for her than her last lesbianexperience. Another thought suddenly bounced into her . . this one a morbidjoke: this morning she had come to this isolated mansion for an exclusive ?OpenHouse.? . . . but now the only thing that was being shown ? exclusively ? washer own body! The kissing and fingering slowly came to a stop as Sally suddenlystepped back from her victim.

The Rape

Sally walked again deliberately to the table in the corner and this time sheslowly picked up what appeared to be a ten inch flesh colored rubber dildoand playfully waved it in the air so that Kathleen could plainly see it. Shesuddenly turned deadly serious looked Kathleen directly in the eyes:

?Bitch, I've been waiting for this moment since you dissed me,Mrs. High and Mighty. Well, your ass is mine and I'm fucking it for aslong as feel like it!

With that Sally picked up a tube of lubricant and oozed it over the tip ofthe penis. She smiled wickedly as she went first to Kathleen's breasts andsofty stroked the dildo about her breasts. Kathleen's stared in horror at thebig pink dick knowing full well that it would soon be thrust up her virginasshole. She was virtually hypnotized as she followed the dildo go from onebreast to the other. Sally then moved around to Kathleen's ass and unceremoniouslyrammed the huge rubber penis as deep up the real estate agent's ass as herhand and arm would allow it to go.

?AAAAAAHHHH?

?HOW DEEP SHOULD I GO???

?NNNNNNNOOOO, PLEASE, YOUR'RE KILLING ME!!? ?OHH PLLLLEASSE!!?

?A LITTLE DEEPER, YOU SAID???? Sally laughed butwas dead serious as she plunged the dildo as hard as she could, and as faras she could, up Kathleen's asshole.

After some five minutes of intense pain, the dildo slowly settled into a rhythmas Kathleen's raped ass finally accommodated the huge invading object expandinga little with each thrust, though Kathleen's continued to cry out in pain witheach deep push. This bitch looks like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey, thoughtSally with a smile. After five more minutes of fucking when all that couldbe heard is Sally's grunts and Kathleen's screams and sobs, Sally stopped andput the dildo down after forcing Kathleen to kiss its tip as she retched indisgust.

Kathleen was finally unceremoniously taken down from the steel chains fromwhich she hung. With extraordinary strength, Sally pulled both of Kathleen'sarms behind her back and tied them securely at the wrists. She grabbed Kathleenby the hair and forced the screaming older woman down to her knees directlyin front of her. Sally then ordered Kathleen to unbutton her riding pants andpull them down along with her panties. Sally then pressed her groin right upto the real estate agent's lips and threatened to cut her badly if she bither. Sally then ordered her captive to lick her pussy. Kathleen slowly slidher tongue out of her mouth and gingerly touched the teenager's crack.

?Get the clit. You know where it is.?

The one advantage of raping women, thought Sally, was that they knew wherethe equipment was. She had encountered virtually no problems in all her priorattacks, even having some of the girls orgasm during their rape. Thought Kathleenappeared not ready for react enthusiastically at what was happening to her,at least the bitch was doing as she was told.

Kathleen started to gag and dry heave, but Sally quickly gave her another ?encouraging? hardslap back and forth across her mouth and told Kathleen to get on with it, whichshe quickly did. Sally's box had a tart, musky taste a sensation that Kathleenhad never experienced, given that this was her first pussy. Sally grabbed herhair with both hands and pushed the real estate agent's face deep inside ofher cunt. Kathleen tried as best she could not to gag. It didn't take too longas the young muscular woman was already close to exploding as the rape of herreal estate agent had progressed. Sally exploded into the Kathleen's mouth,and then went limp still clutching a handful of Kathleen's hair in each hand.Now finally, it was on to the tour of the house that Kathleen had promisedher.

The Pony Ride

Sally came up behind Kathleen who remained on her knees, bent over, gaggingwith a hand on each knee. Kathleen looked up to see that Sally now had a ridingharness in her hand. The harness was centered with a wooden bit some threeinches in diameter. On each side of the bit were leather straps extended someten feet in length.

? Here's your harness, my beautiful filly. It's time for you toshow me the exercise track.?

?MMMMMMMM?. . . .

Sally came up behind Kathleen and forcefully placed the harness inside ofher lips and jammed it back inside of her mouth fastening it on both sides.She then placed her right knee on the small of Kathleen's back and powerfullypulled the older woman to her feet. Before leaving, Sally thoughtfully reachedover and placed Kathleen's purse into a saddlebag, filled with other ?goodies,? andplaced it over her left shoulder.

? Let's go out to track, shall we??

Off they went. First out of the stable and into the sunny afternoon was Mrs.Kathleen Montgomery, the area's #1 real estate agent, harness thrust deeplyin her mouth, squinted as the sun hit her eyes (no Oscar de La Renta sunglassesto shade her eyes, though). Elizabeth was still wearing only her shoulder lengthlatex gloves, black riding boots, and the gold chain that Sally had let herretain. Sally was about eight feet directly behind her captive holding theharness leads in her left hand and the whip in her right. She kept the leadextended and as she pulled on it. She looked at Kathleen and laughed loudlyat uppity married bitch who had been so dismissive to her. She was now nothingmore that one of her many training ponies. Sally also delighted in watchingKathleen's raped ass sway back and forth as she walked ahead. Moreover, Kathleen'sbig tits, now unrestrained by her minimizer bra, were indeed maximized tothe hilt and were now bouncing and wiggling around like massive vats of Jelloas she walked around the track. Quivering tits and a sexy moving ass! Damn,this bitch is one fine sexy thing! Sally thought. This

Kathleen could make nothing but guttural sounds with the harness deep insideher mouth, but Sally still asked questions about the property as if they werewalking side by side and having a normal conversation. Kathleen, fearful ofwhat might happen is she didn't respond, tried to answer the questions as bestshe could. She sounded and looked ridiculous. Horse and rider walked completelyaround the track once, Kathleen was slipping along in much pain due to thefact that she was wearing brand new riding boots that were yet to be brokenin, and also due to the sandy track which was preventing her from making tractionas she walked along. To make matters even worse (if that were possible) Sallymade Kathleen periodically ?trot? and ?whinny? in an effort to further humiliatethe real estate agent.

The House Tour

They came around to front of the track to a section that had a walk-up tothe main house. Sally led her captive up to the house and finally unharnessedher allowing her to gasp and fill her lungs with much needed air and decreasethe pain to her expanded out-of- joint jawbones. Sally reached inside of hersaddle bag and pulled out a leather choke collar which she promptly placedaround Kathleen's neck. The collar had a silver ring which allowed Sally tohook an eight foot leash. As the teenager tried to attach the leash, Kathleen,silly as it was but at her wits end, used this opportunity to attempt to breakfree and flee though she still hand her arms tied behind her back. She triedto push Sally away with her tits and body, but Sally was much quicker and strongerthat her bound captive. They both struggled wildly in the foyer with Kathleentrying to kick Sally, but Kathleen was finally subdued when Sally grabbed herbound arms and threatened to break both of them if she didn't stop her resistance.Again resigned to her fate, Kathleen finally allowed the collar and leash tobe placed around her neck. The long promised house tour began in earnest. .. with one catch: for being a ?bad? girl, Kathleen was to conduct the touron her knees with Sally pulling her along on the leash. Captor and captive,dog and owner, then went forward ? from room to room in that manner. Sallyinsisted that her captive play it ?straight? as if there were absolutely nothingunusual about a real estate agent being naked and pulled from room to roomon her knees by a perspective client. Anyone watching, save Kathleen, wouldhave found the whole thing quite laughable!

However, the laughter soon ended when they arrived inside of the master bedroomas Kathleen was again viciously raped. This time it was her cunt which, otherthan a quick clit fingering, Sally was yet to touch. Sally, still angry withKathleen's attempts to break free, sucker punched her unsuspecting captivein the mid-section. When Kathleen bend over in pain, Sally used this time toreach inside of her saddle bag and strap on a rubber dildo, with rivets alongits length, around her waist by means of the dildo's sidestraps. Sally thenforcefully maneuvered her victim over an antique coffee table and told herto get her ass as far up in the air as she could thereby exposing her pussy.Kathleen, sobbing and pleading with her captor to let her go, complied. Sallyproceeded to fuck her for some twenty-five minutes. When she grew tired oflistening to Kathleen's wails, she forced the real estate agent to her kneesand silenced her by forcing the dildo down her throat. Sally then started slappingher head back and forth and yelling at Elizabeth to ?GET INTO IT, BITCH!!? witha few ? SUCK, SUCK, LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!? thrown in. Eyesclosed tightly, Kathleen's oval face and red lipsticked

gapping mouth wrapped itself around the play penis and sucked on it as hardas she could until saliva started dripping from her lips. The real estate agentmoaned, and made a periodic ?MMMMMM! sound as tears streamed downher face at this further indignation. By this, Kathleen had lost all tractof time, but sometime during the early evening of this summer night, the housetour continued to its merciful end.

?Well, Mrs. Montgomery, thank you for your time. My step-fatherwill soon be in touch but I think that I would like to live here.?

Sally said this with a completely straight face. Kathleen simply couldn'tbelieve it and simply gave her an uncomprehending look. Sally then strode outof the house. But before exiting and, almost as an afterthought, she turnedto her still bound and naked captive:

By the way, you can call the police if you'd like, but I thoughtI'd tell you that a call has been placed to your office this morning, apologizingand telling you that I couldn't make it today as I was returning back toSeattle last night. I do HAVE the cancelled stub of a used plane ticket,used by someone looking a lot like me, know what I mean? I was with someof my friends, and a few of the company's employees in Seattle all daytoday, and I'll bet they'll back me up if you'd like to make a big dealabout our little ?date.? So, if you want to tell the police, your husbandand your kids, that I raped your ass and made you trot naked around a horsetrack, and suck on a dido. . . be my guest!! I'm sure allll your client'swould love to hear about it, too. Oh, and no commission if you do, bitch!. . .It's up to you.

Sally laughed as she quickly left the house. The teenager moved quickly towardthe trees in the back of the stable and disappeared as mysteriously as shehad appeared in the first place. The evening air again brought complete silenceto the area. Before leaving, Sally did have the decency to untie Kathleen'sarms and leave the keys to the real estate agent's Mercedes in the car beforeescaping. But, in one final devilish act, Sally took all of Kathleen clothingforcing the agent to drive back home wearing only a neck collar, riding boots,and the gloves that Sally had forced her to wear. Kathleen waited until itwas dark and, drove home crouched down the entire way. Thankfully, no one noticedher during her harrowing drive. Kathleen finally made it back to her eleganthome. She remained unseen as she could drive the car right inside of the garageand simply walk into the house through the mud room. She went straight throughthe kitchen and directly into her hot tub where she took off the boots, glovesand neck collar, and slowly entered a hot tub and soaked for over an hour weepingwith gut wrenching sobs the whole time.