A Tale Of Two Families

Chapter 15 

Her phone rang, which was annoying. Why did cell phones always have to ring at such awkward movements she wondered as she stretched sideways with one hand to pick the device up while her other pushed down on the head energetically bobbing between her legs.

"Stop, stay still a minute bitch" she cautioned the eager young woman with a couple of hard finger taps. "Yes?"

"It's me, mum, Alice" the distant voice replied. "We may have a little problem this end, we had a visitor earlier today, no don't panic, nothing like that, but it seems she's related to our latest additions, asking questions about her aunts family around the area?"

Patricia stiffened abruptly, sat upright and drew ones leg back, kicking the crouching girl off her bed, pointing to the far corner with one snapping finger. "What did she see?"

"Nothing mum like I just said. She was touring the area, second time apparently she's been down this way, I don't think she buys into the car being found so far away, she's been sniffing around tracing where they stayed on holiday."

Patricia thought for a moment. "So, has she discovered anything?"

"Not really. She came to our gate, and I spoke to her on the intercom and invited her to drive up for a chat. Don't worry. She saw absolutely nothing." Alice assured her avoiding the fact that she and Eva had had all the ponies outside and only a few hundred yards from the front of the house. Need to know she and Eva had wisely agreed!

"You are sure?

"Oh, mother, of course, I'm sure. Anyway, if she had it wouldn't be me phoning you it would be CID or some other police department knocking on your door, wouldn't it? Anyway, cutting things short, she had got as far as identifying possibly the last place they called at, a pub near the coast road. She knows which direction they were headed in. Naturally, she's drawn a blank in finding anywhere else so the persistent bitch has marked a circle on a map and she is trying to go to every damn building on it!"

"That's going to take a while if it's a big circle" Patricia laughed. "One town and a few villages to cover".

"Not really mother dear. She won't waste time with every building, just pubs, Hotels, B&B's, restaurants, filling stations and isolated farms and houses. That cuts things down considerably".

Patricia thought about it. How serious a security risk was it? On the face of it not that bad but...? If the bitch made a nuisance of herself, people might start remembering other disappearances like the time they'd grabbed Floppsy and Bonbon. Just the sort of thing some nosey newspaper reporter might get curious about. Maybe it was bad or bad(ish), not to be ignored anyway.

"You still there?"

"I'm thinking".

"Yeah, well you're not the only one, me and Eva have done a little as well. Can you get back tomorrow by any chance?"

"Why?"

"Because if you can, I have the nosey bitches number and I can invite her back. I fobbed her off before but if I were to tell her I'd since talked with my mother and that you thought that you might have seen them....well I'm sure she'd bite hard on that hook."

"To what end?"

Alice laughed "What end do you think mummy dearest. The bitch got very chatty over a coffee, lives on her own in a small flat and her mother, mumsies baby sister by two years is living over in the states also on her own. First hubby killed in a car accident, second hubby an air force Yank she met over here, now divorced and get this, she's flying over in a few days to see her daughter. She showed me a photo, a nice sweet family photo of all of them together two years ago, she sent me a copy so I could be ever so helpful and show it around" Alice paused to giggle. "So, I will be ever so helpful, hang on, sending now".

The miracles of modern communication, Patricia thought as her phone beeped a second later. Nice, she thought, very very nice indeed. She looked at the group of seven but ignored Mumsie and her brood, concentrating on the other two. Not anywhere near as tall as her sister, that was good, she liked smaller women, blonde, cuddly and decidedly cute, ageing well. No wonder she'd had two husbands probably had another lined up and no doubt a third sniffing around on the sidelines with her looks. Patricia made her mind up, well that was too bad, no more 'man-dick' for this little cutie!

"Oh, and you can forget asking Margret about stock for Eva" Alice broke into her thoughts. "Check out the nosey daughter. Works as a fitness instructor in a gym, tall, fit, nicely toned and long, long, strong legs. Eva took one look and...well, guess what?" she finished with a wicked chuckle.

Patricia made her mind up. Advantages and risks. But the risk of leaving someone loose and asking questions long term might ultimately prove worse than the short-term risk of another disappearance. Besides, the powers that be were still convinced that their efforts around where the families car had been found were the right approach, and that was a long way away. "Alright dear, I'll tell Margret something has come up, and we need to get back early. Make that call and keep me informed. Is she still in the area, if so give her a call as soon as we finish, arrange a meet up in a café or something, ask a lot more questions, you know what I mean and how to play it cool, do it some where suitable and discrete, no security cameras or anything like that"

"OK, no sweat, she's staying in that big cheap static caravan site, you know the one near the old lighthouse on the headland. Big, impersonal and all those foreign workers half of them probably illegal I'll bet. The sort that have short memories when anyone in authority asked questions. I'll meet her for lunch, spin her some story that I spoke to you and you can remember them. No big details but enough bait for the fish to snap at the hook. Trust me" she finished with a laugh. "I've already virtually got the hook on her mouth, just needs a quick jerk and then we reel her or better still them both in!"

"I do pet and thanks....she is a cute looking little bundle" Patricia laughed. "See ya, tomorrow love, bye" She closed the call and placed the phone on the bedside table then looked at the naked girl standing with her hands on her head, nose pressed into the far corner of the room, then at her watch. The girl was way younger than she liked, but she was exceedingly well trained. She could hear certain sounds emanating from the next room. Her husband was already busy shafting the cute gelding Margret had lent him. Poor pony, it was almost certainly in for a busy night!

No point in worrying over much, she thought. Alice was an intelligent girl, not given to panic. Plenty of time for a little relaxation, they could set off early and breakfast en-route. She snapped her fingers and then as the girl turned in obedient response pointed a finger downwards towards her greedy glistening damp crotch. Yup, she shuddered as she felt the first probing touch of a soft, moist well-trained tongue resuming its task, Time for some overdue relaxation. She lay back, stretched her legs and began to fantasise about unwrapping a particularly cute, buxom blonde package.

It didn't have to be her daughter who met her at arrivals in a couple of days, did it? A helpful friend filling in at the last minute. A marker pen and a cardboard sign, a wig, dark glasses, use the daughter's car. Hang on to it this time so the pigs couldn't crawl all over it. Keep it one of the empty outbuildings. The randy bastard in the next bedroom could cut it up bit by bit. He might not like using them, but the lazy bastard was pretty useful with his hands. Nothing left then even if there was a video trace.

Two birds for the price of one and if it killed off the nosy bitches interest to boot? The States? Dead end, she surmised. Maybe a few neighbours and friends over there to ask questions but the trail would go cold in the arrivals hall if anybody bothered. The daughter? Ditto but no dumped car this time, that had been a mistake perhaps. They could clear the caravan out after dark, use the bitches car again. Another dead end for the authorities or worse the fucking press.

The mystery of missing family deepens. A new twist to family tragedy. Alien abductions! Premeditated theory as more family members vanish possibly to join their missing relatives? Exclusive, missing family were Russian agents? No, handled the right way the situation could work to her advantage. She relaxed even more and shifted herself a little further down the bed.

"Slower bitch, slower" she murmured contentedly.

*****

Alice looked thoughtfully at her phone for a moment then grinned and thrust it into a back pocket of her tight jeans. Security cameras! Heck, the local town council was so backwardly low tech that they had banned ATM cash machines as being both an eyesore and unnecessary even though there was only one high street bank left due to cutbacks. The dullards were still arguing about replacing ancient street lighting with something more modern, never mind cameras, and most of the local businesses owners were no better. It was still a cash-only society in that little part of the world with hardly a credit card terminal anywhere! She looked at her wristwatch. Still early, she'd make the call later, let the nosey bitch enjoy a little more freedom, time to feed the animals and muck the stable out. That reminded her of something. "Eva, Eva" She called upstairs. "Eva!"

"What?"

"I need you; I'm going over to muck out the stalls, and you can come and help me."

There was a short silence then a petulant complaint. "I'm busy. I'm seeing to Girlie. Anyway, they are your fucking ponies, so do it yourself".

"Don't swear at me; I know what you're busy with! Leave the bitch alone and get yourself over to the stable....that's if you still want that pony, I just spoke to mum, and the sooner we get through then, the sooner I can be free to start things happening!"

"Really, she said yes?" The tone of the voice floating down changed abruptly.

Alice sighed and shouted upstairs again. "Well she didn't say no, and I sent the randy old bitch that photo, so Thunderbirds are probably about to pass go, you get going too. Close your damn legs, kick Girlie off your bed and set her onto prepping supper, we'll both be hungry by the time we finish. You need to give baby a bottle anyway. Five minutes or I'll crop your damn ass missy!"

She stalked over to the stable building deep in thought. Maybe the day hadn't been quite so much of a washout after all then not with the possibility of a new filly for her to savour in her unique way, plus accruing a few family 'brownie points'. Or again perhaps a whole heap should her mother end up with a new bit of fluff in her bed. Then there was the possibility of additional activity. She knew what Eva wanted, and she wasn't too far off in getting Midnight to the same stage. It might be fun to do it in tandem, and then they could ride out together, maybe even race?

The unexpected arrival of 'miss nosey fucking parker' earlier had interrupted what had up to then been an entertaining and amusing session with the ponies she reflected. The beasts had all put on a bit too much weight, and it was time to start working that fat off. Given the diet, they fed them on she had absently wondered how it was even possible? You'd have thought the opposite would be true given the limited diet and lack of exercise. There was no doubting that they were gaining though, sheesh, last time she'd humped Butterfly she'd been able to grab hold of 'love handles' either side hadn't she while delivering a good hard deep shafting to the stubborn filly!

Those stupid dumb beasts, she smiled to herself at the recollection all standing around without a clue about what was going to happen. Well, they'd soon found out. She'd harnessed Midnight to a sizeable old sledge with wide rusty iron runners she'd resurrected from a junk pile. She could have used one of their little carts parked at the back of the stable, but the old winter toy suited her purpose better.

A little bit of ingenuity, some simple hand tools plus spare harness straps had soon converted it into something that would be far more challenging to drag for the animals than any wheeled carriage. All the more so once she'd added a few loads to it. They did need a general utility slave she'd grumbled while loading the sledge with plastic sacks of sand and shingle. Leftovers from a repair job her father had 'reluctantly' done last year to the kitchen garden path. The idiot had ordered far too many, and her mother had insisted the delivery guys left them stacked up by the gate at the end of their private drive. The bitch had even made her and Eva help the big dicked idiot load/ unload them into the family four by four for the numerous trips required.

If her father had been unenthusiastic Midnight was positively mutinous when she led him over and harnessed the big stallion to it. It was a good job she'd left his hobble chain on, even so, he put up the sort of fight she's assumed was past history. It had taken ten minutes plus a good deal of her strength and a savage cropping to bring the beast to heel. An embarrassment given that her sarcastic little sister would be impatiently awaiting their appearance.

She'd then swapped her customary riding crop for a vicious dog whip and a long slender cane, both of which urged Midnight to make up for the time his truculence had cost her as he dragged the load down to where the others waited. Naturally, her evil bitch of a little sister was with them having abandoned baby and his buggy by the finish line. She'd walked Fido up and was amusing herself by showing him off to his older pregnant sibling and at the same time running her hands all over the helpless beast who wasn't happy but in no position to resist.

"Midnight" still in bed? She'd enquired with an elaborate yawn. "We were so bored waiting, weren't we ponies?"

"Yeah, I took him a cup of tea up" she's snarled back angry with herself for snapping at the bait. "Get your ass back down where I told you".

"My my touchy touchy! C'mon Fido, heel, you can sniff at big sis's fat pony butt some other time ."

They were on the third run when Alice's phone gave a shrill series of warbling buzzes. Spider and Butterfly set a base time spoiled by a considerable degree of early reluctance from Spider. The dog whip had cured him of that and continued to urge the pair down to where Eva waited to record their effort. An effort that Alice wasn't impressed with and demonstrated her displeasure with the cane as Eva delightedly held each pony firmly by the bridle as a half dozen strokes were harshly applied to lazy rumps!

Cowboy and Gypsy almost halved their predecessor's efforts. Not surprising given their level of compliance and the fact that they had been ruthlessly whip trained to work in tandem by Patricia. Midnight to her angsts proved a washout! He was difficult to start, difficult to control and willfully disobedient to the point that an enraged Alice abandoned his attempt two thirds down their improvised time trial course to drag him aside and flog him till her arm ached. Not content with that she told Eva to bring her cane and take over, a command to which Eva was only too delighted to comply with.

Then the phone went off. They both knew from the tone what it was.

"Uh, oh!" Eva said. "Someone down at the gate."

The little estate probably had a better-layered level of security protection than did the old stone-built prison initially built to hold French prisoners during the Napoleonic wars twenty or so miles away. The main difference being that theirs was to keep curious people out rather than the criminally convicted in.

Alice brought up an app on her phone and keyed in a code. One of the motion sensors had been triggered and several years of fine-tuning plus numerous updates to the system had got it to a point whereby such triggering would generally be caused by large two-legged creatures not smaller four-legged ones. Alice's phone gave her access to a couple of cameras as well as the intercom system.

"What does she want?" Eva grumbled peering over her sister's arm at the cell phone screen.

"How the fuck "should I know?"

They watched the tall girl for a few moments as she stood by the closed gate, peering up the driveway. She moved over to read the simple instructions regarding visitors, deliveries and post by the intercom. Hesitated, turned to take a couple of paces back towards her small hatchback, stopped and then returned to the intercom.

"Hello?" the metallic voice came through on Alice's smartphone.

"Can I help you?" Alice replied after looking at Eva, who nodded.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I was speaking to some people at the farm a few miles down the road. They couldn't help, but they said you might be able to as the next place along. I know this is going to sound a bit crazy, but I'm looking for my family, my name is Jennifer Meadows, my aunts family was called....." She gave a name both girls were familiar with.

"Uh ho indeed," Alice said, thinking quickly and looking at her sister who mouthed 'What do we do with her?'

Alice was slightly amused to see how agitated she looked. She made her mind up and pressed a key.

"Hi, come up to the house, the gate is unlatched now, drive through and close it carefully behind you please then drive up to the house it's not too far" She announced helpfully.

"Are you fucking crazy" Eva hissed at her as she cut the intercom off. "Why the hell did you say that?"

"Because I am not fucking crazy and because I think we need to find out just who she is and what she wants and more importantly, what if anything she knows....now if you have a better suggestion missy let's hear it?"

Eva shrugged petulantly. "Well, you're the boss older sister. Maybe your right" she added apologetically after a moments reflection.

"Naturally" Alice accepted the olive branch. " Go make sure baby is secure and tie Fido tightly to that tree with his leash then head to the house double quick and get Girlie out of the way, invite the nosey bitch in and wait for me, make small talk and give her a coffee - no not one of mums specials! I'll secure all these animals and then join you. No time to put them all away."

"Oh, that must be so horrible for you" Eva's voice sounded from the lounge as Alice dusted herself down, checking her appearance in the hall stand mirror. She was amused at the tone of absolute shocked sincerity in her sister's voice. Acting was something Eva was seriously considering as a career, and she'd probably be good at it. Margret had some useful contacts in the states in show business. Contacts of course that in most cases shared the same perverse interests in human livestock that she mainly indulged in.

"My older sister Alice" Eva introduced her. "This is Jennifer. She's a fitness instructor in a gym".

"Hi," the tall dark-haired girl said flashing a wide gleaming smile and held her hand out.

"It's just so awful, tell her Jenny" Eva prompted obviously having established some sort of a rapport with their unexpected visitor.

Jenny smiled at her then turned to Alice her face becoming serious as she told the sad story of her families mysterious disappearance, the finding of their empty car and her attempts to trace their journey through last sightings. The lack of any official success and her disappointment with the investigative process. What she did not see because her back was turned was Eva silently communicating with her sister. Eva winked a couple of times nodding towards Jenny then raised both her hands as though holding a set of reins and pretended to ride.

A nasty grin on her face as she repeated her actions several times along with a whip cracking motion.

Alice half listened to their guest's story, her brain registering the salient points and filtering out others that she was already familiar with. Another part of her mind was processing the girl in light of her sister's apparent interest. Hadn't she and her mother recently discussed Eva's desire for her own pony and adding such to their stable. Patricia had even said she would discuss it with her friend Margret while they were down that way on her present trip.

Jenny was tall, very tall, almost six foot she thought, broad of shoulder trim of waist. Muscled but nowhere near as extreme an some of those hideous female bodybuilders with bulging veins everywhere. Long dark wavy, lustrous hair, strong, shapely legs that emerged from her denim shorts and went on and on. Not too bad looking either. Easy on the eye and with some permanent makeup, Eva had quizzed her several times about the tattooed makeup Margret used to enhance her animals. Tolerable very tolerable.

"I've been working my way along this road" Jenny was saying bent over a map with numerous handwritten notations. Her finger traced the routine. "I plan on going as far as this point then I'll work back along this way."

Alice pretended to take an interest. In reality, she was taking a peek into the girl's cleavage as she leant forward in the rather low-cut tee shirt. A gym instructor she thought to herself. Big and strong. This one she knew could prove as much fun to fuck as Midnight, and already she felt herself lusting for the dominance her various artificial phallus would provide over this creature.

Eva glanced up and saw the look on her sisters face; she knew exactly what she was thinking. A grin flitted over her face for a fraction of a second. Randy slut, well she might soon have a useful future hold over her when big sis got a bit too arrogant. Alice was bored with the blonde pair, no fight left in them. Midnight she rationed herself and Sally was unavailable. Butterfly was well on the way to being too fucked out to care anymore so that only left Spider to fight her rubber and plastic cocks and she wondered for how much longer?

"Will you be staying locally?" Alice thought it was time to delve a little deeper.

"I have booked one of those semi-permanent holiday home caravan things for a week in that big complex by the old lighthouse. Quite cheap compared to hotels and even bed and breakfast. I am trying to visit all the places they may have stopped at within this circle on my map. Hotels, restaurants and the like. I have this photo of the five of them, the one the police and the newspapers used. I have been handing out copies. This is a newer one" She showed them a picture on her cell phone. "That's all of them together with mother and me last time she was over".

"Over?"

Jenny explained about her mother and then at Alice's request forwarded her a copy of the same picture. Alice explained why she wanted it.

"I just thought that perhaps my mother might be able to help you. She has a lot of contacts in this area. She is away but due back soon..." She broke off abruptly frowning. "Eva," she said thoughtfully absently wagging a finger in the air at the same time to aid memory and screwing her face up. "Eva, remember last year, didn't she....wasn't she very late back for dinner that time she went to see Aunty Claire in hospital. You'd made a special dinner and got pissed off, so we started without her....something about a breakdown some people she'd helped, towed their car.....remember?" Eat humble pie kid Alice thought. You ain't the only budding actress in town!

"My special Macaroni cheese," Eva said thoughtfully naming a dish she'd always detested. Slimy slugs in yellow muck! "Yup I was a bit angry at the time I recall and not in the mood to listen when she did finally arrive home, but yeah, she was going on about towing some family, said the guy was a complete mechanical dipstick!"

Jenny laughed, but there was an eager look of excitement in her eyes. "That sounds like my Uncle! Oh gosh, do you think....?"

"Don't get your hopes up, dear?" Alice said firmly. "It's just a vague memory and maybe nothing at all".

"Still?"

"Quite, look I have your number now. My mother's probably on the road driving right now, but I can call her later. I'll call you after I've done that, say sometime this evening and if there is anything to report we can take it from there. If it's a no go, I'll still phone just so's you know."

Jenny was delighted. "Oh, thank you both so much" she positively gushed.

"No problem, honey" Eva smiled and added. "I have such a good feeling about all this" she purred.

Alice showed her to the front door explaining how to exit the gate at the bottom of the drive and promising once again to phone her that evening. She waved as the car drove off then hit the app on her phone and watched till Jenny had closed the gate behind her, double checked it then climbed into her car and driven away.

"Mum will say no of course," Eva muttered coming out to join her.

"Depends on how I handle it" Alice chuckled. "Didn't you see the sister?"

"Sister?"

"On that photo, Mumsie's younger sister.

Eva's eyes widened. "Ah!" Then her expression soured. "She'll still say no I bet though. Security, always fucking security".

"Wanna bet. Secure cannons are better than loose ones you know?"

"Bet, what with?"

Alice pretended to think for a moment. "Hmmm, now that is a fine piece of pony flesh you've got your nasty little eye on. Let's say I get first shot at shafting the big filly, both holes mind you and then visiting privileges any time I want?"

Eva considered. "Mmmm. OK, I'm not into that. Not yet anyway, but no more than twice a week, and not too much hitting, that's gonna be my domain, let's try to keep it a bit fresh, bet?

"Done! Right, let's get back out there and put all the animals away. I'm not in the mood to carry on now anyway".

"Same here. I think I'll put baby to beddy-byes and that mutt Fido back in its kennel. I cuffed Girlie to the bed in my room to keep her out of the way while she was here. Maybe the little bitch might like a change, some light tongue duties before Bigus Dickus himself gets back!" she finished with a laugh.

*****

It had been a long day. A long, painful and thoroughly humiliating day but then that wasn't anything new was it. Every day for months now had seemed endless, and each and every single one involved frequent bouts of pain and relentless humiliation as she was forced to indulge in acts of total depravity.

Lessons over she and the others had partaken of tea in the dining room but not before she'd been introduced to her uniforms! Flogging over she stood stock still, not daring to touch her scalded bottom while the evil black-clad old witch had given her a lengthy lecture on the acceptable behaviour required in young schoolgirls like her. Her cruel eyes glinting as she outlined the punishments that could be expected for any deviation from the rules and emphasised by the constant flexing of the cane she held between her hands.

"Do you understand girl?"

She screamed as the cane lashed out and caught her flank. Stupid, how could she have been so stupid. She'd nodded without thinking. "Yes, Miss Primrose, yes, please, yes, I understand".

The black eyes regarded her coldly. "When I ask a question girl, it is to be answered quickly, truthfully and out loud. I do not accept gestures of any description. Such actions are merely the lazy reactions of an indolent little mind and one of my jobs is to cure such minds do you understand girl?"

"Yes, Miss Primrose, I understand, I really do."

"Well, we will see, we will certainly see how effectively lessons are learned over the next few weeks. Not that I expect any failings on your part! Agnes, fetch that box, this naughty girl needs her uniforms".

Agnes scurried to the back of the classroom and then hurried back with a large brown cardboard box which she placed down on her mother's desk and unfolded the flaps simpering with suppressed glee as she did so.

"Canth she wear her sexy homework uniform now for uth?"

"Certainly not, still too early for her to be doing homework yet. She can try it on though for a fit and also the day one and both her nighties. I trust that we were given correct measurements, if not..." she broke off to glare at Gertrude who shivered under that ominous look knowing just who would be so unfairly blamed if anything didn't fit.

"Wanker" Miss Primrose called. "No need for you to witness this. I don't want that nasty peewee of yours getting ideas above its station, not that it can stand to attention anymore! Not now that Miss Agnes has kindly locked the nasty thing safely away for all our benefit! Go to the corner and get your nose hard up against the wall, hands on head, move boy!" She barked, smacking her cane down hard on the wooden top of her desk.

Wanker moved instantly and so fast that in just a blink of the eye he seemed to have gone from sitting patiently on his stool to standing equally dormant in the far corner as ordered. Gertrude wondered what had happened to him to instil that sort of reaction, then thought stupid, she had a pretty good idea of the kind of things that would have occurred to him to achieve that. All rather unnecessary she thought given that she had sat next to him wearing nothing but a leather collar plus that damned 'tummy trimmer' for several hours.

"When can I let it out again? Queried Agnes petulantly. "I want to bounce up and down on it tonight again for fucky fuck".

"I told you, dear. Not for a week. Not after his nasty little accident last weekend." She turned and glanced at the wretched man. "I think the boy needs reminding of the meaning of the word 'control'. One would have thought by now; further lessons would be unnecessary. However, that is not the case. One week then we will see if he had finally learned that his big flagpole is for our benefit and amusement, not for his regardless of anything else! Now back to business. Daywear first please Agnes."

Under the eye of mother and Daughter, she had to dress in that humiliating schoolgirl outfit. Hers was almost precisely the same as the one worn by Miss Agnes. The exceptions being that her cardigan didn't have a prefect badge. Nor did she have any underclothes, no panties and no bra just the top clothing.

"Next set if you please, Agnes, evening wear when required for homework."

The big woman chortled aloud, then delved into the open box for the next outfit arranging the various items on the desk. It was immediately apparent that they were very different, similar in one sense but vastly differing in texture and function and not worn for the benefit of the wearer unless they had the mentality of a blatant teenage exhibitionist.

"Nice" Miss primrose said and licked her thin lips appreciatively a few minutes later. "A little bit of fluff in the evening can be so delightful for one's eyes after a busy day with chalk and blackboard. It also helps certain naughty girls to get back into the good books of their betters." She paused to give Gertrude a threatening look. "Provided of course, they make every effort to display themselves and their assets to their best advantage!" She made a circling gesture with one finger that would have been bony white but for the yellow overlaying sheen of nicotine stains. "Turn girl, a few twirls if you please, show us your attributes in their new finery. Don't be bashful!"

Outfit number two was certainly not designed for day to day usage at any ordinary school unless it was a school for strippers or lap dancers and the like! Perhaps those nubile young models whose glossy painted faces decorated top shelf magazine covers might be at ease in it, but she certainly wasn't. It was designed for one thing only or perhaps two things. The first being to arouse and titillate those who dressed her in such fashion and the second, well, she knew only too well what would follow on from the first....!

Back in her that other hell house she'd mostly been kept naked. Occasionally as now she'd been granted some underwear designed more to reveal than to cover along with the inevitable uncomfortable bondage of suspender belts and straps. Shoes were invariably stiletto with the highest heels. Now she was back in the awkward heels and similar underwear but for the first time or perhaps second time counting uniform number one, also some top clothes, of sorts?

"Thee's tho pretty, thee is ith'nt thee? Tho thexy effen if thee is tho old?" Agnes exclaimed delightedly clapping her pudgy hands together.

"Pretty? More I think a case of acceptable, just!" Her mother commented coldly. "You can give her a makeup bag tonight when you both are in the dormy, one with lots of pinks I think not the red; then we will see what the slut can make of herself for her homework sessions. Now the nighties and slippers I think. Strip girl, strip!".

Agnes giggled loudly again and once more eagerly dived deep into her box to retrieve the desired garments.

Gertrude slipped out of the ridiculous fetish outfit for that's what it was. A sex-shop parody of a schoolgirl uniform. Transparent white blouse with silly short tie, black garter belt, with seamed fishnet stockings and the inevitable five-inch black patent stilettos, plus a short, very short pleated wet-look ra ra skirt and neither bra nor pants.

"Fold them up you lazy, useless girl" Miss Primrose screamed, and her hand flashed out to contact with a trembling left cheek with a sharp crack. "I expect you to keep the clothes that are generously provided for you in tip-top condition. There is a basin and washing powder in the kitchen, along with an iron and ironing board. Woe betide you if I find fault" She raised her palm in a threatening manner. "Do you understand me, girl."

"Yes, yes Miss Primrose, please I understand, I do I do."

Miss Primrose slowly and reluctantly lowered her hand from where it had been poised to strike again. "I hope so, yes I do hope so for your sake Girl. Every third evening you will be allowed a one-hour holiday before your homework, and you will spend it doing your laundry. One full hour which I feel is more than generous of me. Thirty minutes ought to be enough for any competent girl, but I will allow you an hour. Doubtless, everything will improve after a few domestic science classes. It had better do! Your days of idly laying around flashing your tits and cunt to all

"Thank you Miss Primrose" she relied automatically then shied away as the hand rose threateningly again, hesitated and then grudgingly descended.

"Yes, you are right to thank me" the cold voice hissed. "Nasty little girls like you must learn to be polite to your betters, very polite. The evening after tomorrow you will report to Miss Agnes immediately after tea and request the second of your day uniforms and your second dormy nightie." She sniggered. "You will find girl that you won't need duplicates of your 'fluff' outfits; they tend to get less wear when girls like you are doing their homework!"

"Puth thith one on now" Agnes commanded holding up a long plain shapeless pink flannelette nightdress and a pair of awful pink pom pom standard slippers. "Thith ith for going thleepy bye-byes in the dormy, then thith one for homework in mummy's bed or mine inthead".

The woman now known as Gertrude looked from the ugly long pink flannelette garment to the short frothy transparent garment and accompanying pair of heeled sandals and then at her two hideous tormentors.

Suddenly the simple term 'homework' took on a new and loathsome meaning. Not with these two gross...., no, not with them....! The gloating faces disappeared as she suddenly doubled up and abruptly vented the contents of her stomach all over the floor and her new black patent stilettos. She continued to heave oblivious to the angry shrill shrieks from two enraged voices!