Chapter 5
I don't usually run on the weekends but I forgot to tell Tawney that. When I woke up she was dressed and ready to go. So I got dressed and showed her how to stretch and get ready. After a minute of stretching we went outside and started out walking at a brisk pace. It was a perfect morning for it. The sun is just coming up and the air is cool and clean.
We walked half a block and then started running at a slow, steady pace. I planned to keep an eye on her and when she started to get tired go back to a walk. She lasted a lot longer than I expected. We were almost to the park before she started to get winded.
We slowed to a brisk walk until she caught her breath. As soon as she was ready we started running again. We ran all the way around the park and most of the way back to our street before she had to stop.
We walked up our street at a more leisurely pace, cooling off and letting our heart rates return to normal. Half way up the street she said, "This is a little embarrassing after all the money you spent on me yesterday. But I'm going to need a better bra for running."
I laughed and put my arms around her. "Sorry. I'm not used to taking boobs into account when I shop. We'll go get you some running bras and a better pair of running shoes later today."
She blushed and laughed. But then she said, "Neither am I. I'm kind of new at this boob thing, too."
I gave her shoulders a little squeeze and said, "Well they are coming along fine. Just keep watering them and I'm sure they'll turn out great."
I kept my eye on Amber's house as we passed. If they notice us and discover where we live I'm pretty sure I'll get some warning from the bugs I planted if they plan anything. But I feel safer with them not knowing where we're living.
I still can't get over the fact that neither one of them seems the least bit interested in their daughter. I could be beating her all day and selling her ass on the street at night and they couldn't care less!
We showered and dressed. I made a light breakfast of coffee for me, juice for her and English muffins. It took Tawney a long time to get dressed and come down. She finally showed up in the kitchen and said, "I'm sorry. It's just that I never had more than two outfits to wear around the house before. I love everything you bought me and I can't decide what to put on."
I gave her a hug and said, "I understand. And I don't mind at all. I'm in no hurry. I get paid by the hour."
After breakfast I went up and listened to the conversations the bugs picked up. I found out why Amber screamed yesterday afternoon. Jon has a kink I wasn't aware of. He used Amber for a urinal and apparently she was even more surprised than me. When a hot stream of piss first hit her in the shower she screamed in shock.
I fast forwarded until Dan got home. I listened to see how well he behaved himself. He was just as docile for Jon as he had been for me. Jon was a little rougher on him than I was. He made Dan help Amber suck his cock to get it hard so that he could fuck her again and afterwards he made Dan eat his wife's pussy until it was nice and clean.
Jon stayed well into the evening and played with both of them. He subjected them to a constant stream of degrading and humiliating treatment before he finally left. I was surprised. He turned out to be better at that sort of thing than I'll ever be!
After Jon left there was very little conversation. They took showers and got ready for bed. They sniped at each other from time to time but there was no real conversation. I got the impression that they aren't very happy. I wasn't all tore up about it.
I found myself wondering, in light of the way they seem to feel about each other, why they continue to sleep in the same bed. I would have thought that the two of them would at least be sleeping in different rooms now that Tawney has moved out.
I listened more closely to the terse conversations this morning. I wanted to know if they spotted us on the street and discovered where we live. I also wanted to know if they were any closer to devising some method of doing away with me or discovering the identity of my private detective. I only learned that they have no idea that Jon is the detective they're looking for.
They made vague comments about having to find some way to "take care of" me and find where I keep the evidence. Then they said something really chilling. Amber said, "You know that bitch kid of mine is going to have to go, too. We're going to have to make up some excuse for her disappearing."
This isn't the first time they talked about whether or not they should kill her. But the icy, dispassionate, matter of fact way they discussed it sent a chill down my spine. It was even harder for me to understand now that I've gotten to know and have fallen in love with that engaging, totally irresistible child.
Dan didn't even hesitate. He replied, "No problem. We'll just say the little cunt ran away. Hell! Kids run away all the time. They won't even look for her."
After listening to all the disks I labeled them and stored them. Then I went down the hall to Tawney's room. She was trying to figure out how to put her CDs on her computer so she could load up her new iPod.
I helped her load the software and showed her how to use it. I told her that as soon as she's connected to the internet I'll get her an account so that she can download more music. I offered to let her put some of my music on her computer. She said that she'd look over my CDs, but she wasn't very enthusiastic about it.
I went over the features of her new cell phone with her. My heart nearly burst as I watched her. Seeing the excitement on her face as she finally joined the twenty-first century, seeing her enjoying the gadgets that all of her friends take for granted. It was like Christmas in June.
I told her that she's welcome to have friends over to swim or to do whatever it is kids do these days.
She looked shocked. It never occurred to her that now she can have friends, and now she can invite them over. She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck, nearly squeezing the life out of me. The words tumbled out of her mouth so fast and furious I couldn't follow what she was saying. But I gathered that she was thanking me.
My landscapers showed up and took care of the yard work. I paid them when they were finished and we sat out on the back deck and had a beer. The guys that do my yard work are two brothers. They are very large black men in their mid forties. They once worked on an assembly line at an auto plant in Cleveland, until it closed down. They couldn't find work there when their plant closed so they moved back here where they came from and opened up their own landscaping business.
They're good workers and they take pride in what they do. They quickly became very successful. Now they make more money than they did putting cars together and they enjoy it more.
We usually sit around and talk for a while after they finish. We enjoy each other's company so they've begun to schedule me as their last stop every Saturday. We always have a few beers and relax for a while.
They know about my history. They know about Amber. They weren't aware that she lives across the street and two doors down and they were surprised to learn that her daughter is living with me now.
After a couple of beers I admitted to them that I've already begun to take my revenge on Amber. I told them what I've done to her since Thursday. I told them about raping her in front of her husband and her daughter. I told them about the gang rape in the bar and about letting her boss and a friend of mine fuck her. Then I asked if they would like to take her for a test ride.
Darius smiled regretfully and said, "I would truly love a nice piece of white ass. It has been a very long time. I miss fucking white women. The contrast in our skin color is a real turn on. But if I took you up on your offer my wife would find out sure as shit. I can't keep a secret from her, never could. It wouldn't be long before I woke up dead some morning. Tyrrell now, his wife got smart and left him a long time ago. I suspect he'd like a little bit of that."
Tyrrell was grinning from ear to ear. He nodded and said, "I do appreciate the offer. Since my wife left me the pussy has been pretty damned scarce."
Darius laughed and said, "Who the fuck are you trying to kid?! You weren't getting any before she left either!"
The both laughed. Then Tyrrell asked, "Do you think she'd go along?"
"She doesn't have any choice. I just have to call her up and tell her you're coming. There's just one thing. You can't let her know where I live. I'm not ready for that yet. I don't trust the bitch not to burn my house down in the middle of the night."
We worked it out that he would visit Amber tomorrow evening. He's to call me and let me know when he's on the way and I'll call her to tell her he's coming. We had another beer and talked about things other than raping Amber for a while.
Tawney came down before they left and I introduced her. Tyrrell seemed embarrassed about talking to the daughter of the woman he's going to fuck the shit out of starting about this time tomorrow.
Tawney saw the look on his face and grinned. She turned to me and said, "You're going to let him fuck Amber, aren't you?"
I nodded.
"Are you sure I can't watch? I'd love to see that."
"I'm sure."
She sighed and turned to Tyrrell to say, "Don't take it easy on her. She's a real bitch."
The brothers finished their beers and left. As soon as we were alone, Tawney said, "I called a couple of friends from school on my new phone. Is it okay if they come over tomorrow? I know you said it's okay. But I wanted to ask. I guess I'm having trouble getting used to the idea that I can have friends now."
"It's fine. But I guess it's a good idea to let me know in advance so I don't make plans."
She came closer and crawled up into my lap. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and we sat like that for a long time, enjoying the feeling of loving someone and being loved. It has been a long time for me and it has been forever for her. It's a wonderful feeling.
She finally got up and said, "I'll go call them and tell them it's okay. Thanks, Paul."
She didn't move, though. She stood in front of me looking very uncomfortable. I smiled and asked, "Okay. What's wrong now?"
She blushed and in a voice so quiet I almost couldn't hear her she said, "I feel like I should ... I mean I want ... can I please call you dad? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. And I know that I probably won't be here for long once you turn all that stuff over to the cops. But I love you so much and you're more of a father to me than Dan ever was. I can't help thinking of you as my father. I want you to be my dad."
I got up and held her tight. I had to. I didn't want her to see how moist my eyes were. I kissed her forehead and said, "I would be truly honored to have you call me dad. I couldn't ask for a nicer daughter."
We stood like that for a long time. Tawney was crying and I was fighting to hold back the tears. I haven't cried since I was a young child. But I came very close to bawling like a baby right then.
I finally pushed her away and in a voice choked with emotion I said, "Go call your friends. I have to start supper."
"I'll come down and help as soon as I tell them ... dad. I do love you. I love you so much."
I growled, "Get the hell out of here!"
She grinned and ran off.
Sunday was interesting. Tawney entertained a couple of her friends for the first time. They swam and played and had a ball. Tawney showed her friends her new room and all of her new clothes and gadgets. I gathered that they know her pretty well and are aware of the strange life she has lived up until now. They were happy for her, glad that she's free now of her strange life as a prisoner of her parents.
Tyrrell called me at around three to let me know he'll be visiting Amber at four. I called her to tell her that she should expect company.
She groaned but only said, "Alright," and then hung up.
I could almost see her face and the dismay she must have felt at the idea of another strange man showing up to rape her in her own home with impunity.
Just before four I went into my computer room and plugged a set of headphones into the recorder for the living room bug. I wanted to hear the reactions of Amber and Dan when Tyrrell showed up.
It turned out to be worth the price of admission. Dan opened the door when Tyrrell rang the bell. Amber was apparently waiting in the living room. I heard her gasp when she saw who her company is. I could just imagine her face. If the kids weren't still here I might have gone over to watch.
I listened as Tyrrell ordered Dan to get him a beer and took a seat. He ordered Amber to strip. I heard a strange noise as her clothing rustled. It took me a moment to realize that she was crying quietly as she stripped for my landscaper.
Dan returned with the beer. Tyrrell ordered him to sit on the couch so he wouldn't miss anything. Then he said, "It's been a long time since I fucked a white bitch. But this is going to be special. I never fucked a bitch that didn't want to fuck before. And I damn sure never fucked a white bitch in front of her wimpy husband. This is going to be a lot of fun.
"I bet you never had any black cock before. Have you?"
I guess she shook her head. I didn't hear anything.
"Danny boy, get your ass up and come over here. I want you to do me a favor. You can be my official cameraman this afternoon. I want something to remember this day by. You know how to use a movie camera?"
I guess he did. I didn't hear any instructions. A minute later I heard Tyrrell say, "Okay, Amber. Let's introduce you to your first black cock."
I heard movement and the sound of Tyrrell undressing. A moment later he said, "On your knees, bitch. That's a good girl. Now kiss it.
"Oh yeah! That's good. Use your tongue."
It was several minutes before I heard Tyrrell sit down and say, "Okay, Amber. I hear you learned to suck a cock real good. Let's see what you can do with that licorice stick."
I heard the sounds of loud, sloppy, slurping oral sex interspersed with the occasional sound of Amber gagging on his cock. It went on and on until it was boring. I wasn't paying any attention to the time but it must have been at least fifteen minutes before Tyrrell moaned and announced, "Here it comes, bitch! If you spill a drop the next load is going up your fucking ass.
"Come on, Danny boy! Get me some good close-ups of the bitch drinking my cum."
I heard her choking as she struggled to swallow his cum. But I guess she did it. He didn't complain out loud if she didn't.
A minute later, Tyrrell said, "Alright, let's go upstairs. I want to fuck you in your bed so that every time you go to bed at night from now on you'll be able to picture my black ass pounding into your skinny little wife, Danny boy."
I was getting tired of eavesdropping. But I plugged the headphones into the bedroom bug for a few minutes before going downstairs. I heard Tyrrell lie down on their bed and order Amber to eat his ass for a few minutes while he rested up to fuck her cunt.
He ordered Dan to get some good close-ups. The next time I see Tyrrell I'm going to have to ask him for a copy of the movie he made. It sounded a lot more interesting than the porn I used to watch when I was a kid.
Amber was still eating his ass when I got up and went back downstairs. I made note of the fact that I was aroused. I was aroused during the gang bang in the bar and while I watched Amber strip and prepare to serve her manager at the bank.
But even though I'm horny and she's readily available, I have no desire to fuck Amber again. I don't quite understand that. My original plan was to fuck her as often as I could get an erection until I turned her over to the cops. I hate her passionately. But there's no denying that she is one sexy piece of ass.
Yet I have no desire to fuck her again. Even as horny as I am, I can't bring myself to cross the street and fuck that cold bitch. Doesn't that beat all?! In fact, I regret fucking her the one time I did it.
I found the girls on the patio. I asked if they wanted to stay for supper but they had to go home.
I offered to drive them home but they both live nearby. They thanked me and said goodbye. Tawney showed them out. She returned a few minutes later and sat down in my lap. She thanked me over and over for making all her dreams come true.
I kissed her and said, "Sweetheart, you're paying me back many times over. I don't believe I've ever felt so loved and appreciated in my life. I'm almost glad Amber and Dan fucked me over the way they did. It was worth it to have you in my life."
She started crying again. I held her in my arms and decided then and there that if I can't get legal custody of her through the courts then I'll find some other means. In only four days this wonderful little girl has become someone I cannot live without.
Up until now, for a decade and a half the focus of my life has been on obtaining revenge. I still want my revenge. But this girl, this sweet, beautiful, wonderful little girl has become the focus of my life. No wonder people like kids!
We finally went inside and I gave Tawney another cooking lesson. We cleaned up after dinner. Then we went to the mall to buy some sports bras and a good pair of running shoes for her.
With a minimum of embarrassment we were able to find half a dozen running bras that promised to hold her small breasts in place. I was surprised at how much more difficult it was to find a pair of decent running shoes for her. Most of the shoes made for girls her age are designed to impress her friends. I finally gave up trying to find them at the mall and we drove to a sporting goods store and got them.
We changed into our suits when we got home and swam for a while. I watched Tawney for a few minutes. I was very impressed with how quickly she's becoming a skilled swimmer.
After we swam our laps we were standing together in the shallow end of the pool. She saw the pride on my face, shrugged and said, "It isn't so hard. It's like dancing in water. I just watched you to learn the steps. I want you to be proud of me."
I took her in my arms and said, "I couldn't be more proud of you. And I could not love you more."
It may have been just my imagination. But she seems to be changing so much, so very quickly. She's becoming much more confident and self assured. She holds her head up. She smiles.
I observed her with her friends earlier. I was really impressed. She was so outgoing, so genuinely nice. I wasn't kidding when I told her that I couldn't be more proud of her. And I couldn't feel any differently if she was my biological offspring. I adore her and her well being has quickly become the focus of my life. If the state decides that she cannot stay with me I'm not sure I'll survive.
We sat under the awning and enjoyed each other's company for a while. Once we were dry we went inside. We changed into shorts and t-shirts and I checked my email.
One good thing about not having had an email account for all these years is that I don't get much spam. I don't get much email, either. So it doesn't take long to check.
I didn't want to listen to any more of the Amber and Dan show. But it has to be done. It'll be even harder to stomach if I let it get backed up. Until those two animals are locked up it's important that I know what they're talking about when they're alone.
I listened to a minute or two of Tyrrell as he finished using Amber and Dan. Then I fast forwarded until I found the point where he left.
Things were quiet while the Wrights got cleaned up. They dressed and went downstairs. I switched to the downstairs bug and listened to them sniping at each other for a while. All was going well until Amber cried out, "I'll be a son of a bitch! Dan! Look at this!"
There was silence for a moment. Dan finally said, "What? I don't see anything."
I heard the excitement in Amber's voice when she exclaimed, "I just saw Paul and Tawney drive by! The son of a bitch lives in the old Tanner house!"
SHIT!!
Oh well. Now we don't have to avoid being seen. But I'm going to have to pay a lot closer attention to what they're saying now. If they're planning anything I'll need to know about it in advance.
On the other hand, this opens up more opportunities for me to torment them. I can make their lives much more difficult now that I don't have to hide. I'll have to start using my alarm system, though. The house came with one and it's active. I just never felt the need to use it before.
I listened as they tried to decide how to put to best use the information they just acquired. They made plans to buy one of those video surveillance systems and aim it at my house through the window in their front room. I'll have to make sure that Jon doesn't drop by now. They might start to wonder who he is since I don't get much company.
I finished listening to the disks. I was reassured by the fact that they don't yet have any idea how to use what they've learned. At least they aren't talking about burning my house down in the middle of the night.
I made sure that the alarm system was set before we went to bed that night and I showed Tawney how to use it.
Mrs. Douglas, my housekeeper arrived bright and early the next morning. As usual she joined me for a cup of coffee before going to work. I introduced her to Tawney and you would have thought she was meeting her granddaughter for the first time. It was love at first sight.
I informed her that since I've added to the family I thought it only fair that I give her a raise. We discussed it and settled on an extra fifty dollars twice a week. She seems to think that's too much and she feels guilty. I thought it was a fair amount since there will be an extra room to clean and more laundry to do.
While I was waiting for the man from the satellite company to connect Tawney's television I called my dentist to make an appointment for her to get a checkup and cleaning.
Tawney wasn't too happy about it. But I've noticed that she's conscientious about brushing her teeth and I know that there hasn't been much sugar in her diet. I don't think she'll have much of a problem at the dentist's.
The bigger problem was finding a doctor. I haven't needed one and haven't seen one since being released from prison. I guess I need to find a family doctor for us if we're going to be a family. I don't have any close friends that I can ask for recommendations.
I did what I suppose most people do under these circumstances. I went to the yellow pages. I found a doctor with an office nearby. According to his ad he's just going into private practice and advertising for new patients. His ad sounded good and I figured that if we don't like him we don't have to go back.
I called and made an appointment for Tawney to get a checkup.
The rest of Monday and Tuesday passed without anything of interest happening. Tawney started running with me every other morning. I continued to take it easy on our morning runs, giving her a chance to build up her stamina and strengthen her muscles. This is the first time in her life she's been exposed to regular exercise.
We swam every day and I showed her some good exercises in my little home gym that she can use to tone up without bulking up.
On Wednesday morning I was checking the mail when the three boys who always seem to be out on the street somewhere rode by on their bikes. One of them turned around and rode back as I was on my way back up the driveway with the mail. He called out, "Excuse me, sir."
I turned around to see what he wanted.
"My name is Eric. I'm a friend of Tawney's. I haven't seen her in a while and I was wondering if she's okay. My brother said he saw her with you a couple times."
The other two boys rode up to us then. They were both older. Eric looked about Tawney's age. The other two are probably about fourteen or fifteen.
I smiled and said, "Yes. Tawney is staying at my house now. And she's just fine. Would you like to see her?"
His face suddenly turned bright red and it looked like he was going to panic. One of the other boys laughed and explained, "He likes her. But he's a chicken."
"Am not!"
I chuckled and said to Eric, "Of course you are, Eric! We're all scared of girls. Get used to it. It never goes away completely. All you can do is learn to live with it. But it helps if you know the secret."
All three boys got serious then. The older boy asked breathlessly, "What secret?"
I whispered, "Girls are scared of boys, too."
From behind me I heard Tawney laugh and say, "Dad! You aren't supposed to tell them our secret!"
Now they were really confused. They knew that Tawney lived across the street until recently and isn't my daughter. Why is she calling me dad? That aroused their curiosity so much that they forgot to be embarrassed for a minute.
I invited them to come in for a few minutes. Then I glanced at Tawney to see if she was okay with that. She smiled. So I knew I hadn't screwed up.
All three boys dumped their bikes on my grass and I led them inside. We went out onto the deck and Tawney offered them drinks while I went through the mail.
While she was gone I learned that the other two boys are JD and Eric's older brother John. Eric is Tawney's age and they go to school together. JD and John are both fourteen. They're both pretty proud of the fact that they'll be attending high school when school starts back up in the fall.
Tawney returned with the drinks and then tried to explain why she lives with me now and calls me dad. She was struggling because she wasn't sure how much she should tell them. I wasn't sure either.
Tawney kept looking at me for guidance and finally I asked the boys, "Can you guys keep a secret?"
No one ever says no to that question. But because anything I say to these kids will probably end up being widely disseminated when the schools open back up I wasn't about to tell them everything. I thought that it would be wise to tell them something, though. They're already aware of the fact that we have a strange situation here. It only just then occurred to me that I can make them a part of my revenge. Hopefully, if they're a part of the cabal they'll be more inclined to keep our secrets.
I emphasized once more that it was extremely important that they keep everything a secret. Then I asked them if they'd be interested in helping me get some justice for both me and Tawney.
Of course they couldn't say no to that.
I watched their faces carefully while I told them that Amber falsely accused me of a crime and had me sent to prison. I have the proof now and I'm taking my revenge.
They thought that was pretty neat. I guess every kid enjoys intrigue. I went on to say that Tawney's parents were mistreating her and everyone involved agreed that it would be best if she came to live with me.
That was partially true. Amber and Dan didn't agree to it. But they don't seem upset that she's gone.
That will probably change. Now that she's gone they're going to realize just how much of the work she did around their house. Now they're going to have to do all those things that she did when she lived there.
I'd gotten their sympathy and it was time to get down to the sensitive part of the discussion. "Before I go on I want to emphasize again how important it is that you guys keep what I tell you secret. I love Tawney and I want to adopt her and give her a good life. If the things I'm doing to her parents get out that will make things difficult. Do you understand?"
All three nodded vigorously.
"You like Tawney, right? You want her to be happy?"
They nodded again.
"I'm sure you remember last week when Amber, Tawney's mother, mowed the grass and then washed her car in that sexy bikini. I saw you boys out there enjoying the show."
They grinned but blushed furiously, too embarrassed to even look at Tawney while they remembered staring at her mother's sexy ass.
"I made her do that. I bought that bikini and I ordered her to mow the grass and wash her car while wearing it. That's the kind of thing I'm doing to get even with her. I'm humiliating her. Because of the evidence I have against her she has no choice but to do whatever I order her to do."
They obviously found that concept fascinating. They were still blushing. But they were hanging on every word.
"I've done other things, too. You guys are probably too young to be hearing all of this. But I want your help so I'm going to tell you what I've done to humiliate her. I made her wear slutty clothes to work. She's a very shy woman and that was hard for her. But that's just the beginning. I made her go to a bar and have sex with a lot of men there."
There was a sudden, very loud intake of breath from all three boys at that revelation. But the excitement on their faces made it clear that it was safe to continue.
"I have sent two different men to her house in the afternoon to have sex with her and her husband had to watch. One of the guys even made her husband take pictures of her having sex with him."
John groaned loudly. I wondered if he didn't just have an orgasm.
"Now, the reason I'm telling you boys this is because if you want, I'd like you to help me make Amber's life miserable."
John cut right to the heart of the matter. "Do you want us to have sex with her?!"
I was keeping an eye on Tawney to see how she was reacting to what I was doing here. She was still smiling and when I glanced at her she winked. So I took that as permission.
I asked John, "Would you like to?"
He blushed even more furiously and glanced at Tawney.
Tawney smiled at him and said, "It's okay, John. I hate her. I want to see her punished, too."
John and JD looked at each other with wonder. I had just offered to make every young boy's wet dream come true for them. They looked at me and as one they exclaimed, "Hell yes!!"
I nodded conspiratorially and said, "She's a real bitch. You're going to have to be firm with her. But I'll make sure she doesn't dare say no to you."
JD asked in a hoarse whisper, "What do we have to do?"
I asked Tawney, "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
She was blushing, too. But she nodded eagerly.
I thought the boys would be more comfortable discussing this if there wasn't a girl at the table. But I guess that's their problem.
"She'll be home at about half past three this afternoon. I want you to take her for a walk. I'm going to make her wear something very slutty. I want you to take her to the park and walk her all around it with a leash as if you're walking a dog.
"When no adults are around you can look under her clothes and touch her if you want. If you see any of your friends you can show her off. But don't tell them anything. You have to promise to keep this all between us.
"After you've walked around the park, lead her up and down the street by the leash. I want as many people as possible to see her like that. Then go to her house with her. You can have sex with her then. You can do it any way you want and as often as you want until it's time to go home for supper.
"Make sure you clean up before you go home so your parents don't smell anything suspicious. And remember, if you want to do it again you're going to have to keep it a secret. Does that sound fair to you?"
I wasn't surprised that they all thought it sounded fair.
At three fifteen I led them to Amber's house. We used Tawney's key to get in. I told them to wait in the living room while I went upstairs and looked for something she could wear. I was planning on taking her shopping for slutty clothes tomorrow evening. Until then I'll just have to make do.
I selected a short, pleated skirt and her highest heels. I couldn't find a top that inspired me. So I settled for a small, thin, surprisingly sexy camisole. It looked like it would only cover her down to her waist and the bra cups were lacy and semi sheer. It isn't as revealing as I'd have liked but it will do until I can find something more appropriate.
I went back downstairs and joined the boys in the living room. Amber came in through the garage when she got home. She came through the kitchen and screamed when she saw us. She had no idea anyone was in her home.
I watched the despair cloud her face when she spotted me and realized that I had plans for degrading her even further.
I greeted her warmly and pointed to the change of clothing I selected for her on the coffee table. I ordered her to put them on. She moved over to the coffee table and began to slowly undress, blushing furiously as she did.
I think it bothered her even more than usual that she's about to be molested by three much too young neighborhood kids. Although, now that I think about it, I suppose she must have been more than a little upset about having to submit to a black man. I reminded myself that I want to ask Tyrrell for a copy of that disk.
While Amber undressed I asked her if she was getting to spend much quality time with Mr. Clark at the bank.
She nodded and said, "He makes time. At least once a day he calls me into his office."
"What did you two do today?"
She was naked now. She was getting ready to step into her pleated skirt. She sighed and responded, "He called me in after lunch and..."
She paused and looked around at the avid leers on the faces of her young audience.
I smiled and I'm sure that I sounded perfectly reasonable when I said, "It's okay, Amber. They're all going to get to fuck you in a little while."
She probably wondered why she was bothering to get dressed if she was about to be raped by three children. But she didn't ask. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up.
I waited until it was fastened before I said, "Roll the waistband under a few times and finish telling us about what happened in Clark's office."
I looked around the room at the faces of the three horny young boys. It was difficult not to laugh out loud at the lust displayed there. But I can't blame them. It's easy to imagine how I would have reacted to a similar situation when I was their age.
Amber shivered in obvious revulsion. She finished shortening her skirt and resumed her narrative while picking up her camisole and putting it on.
"I went into his office. I've been going in there every day since you told him he can ... fuck me. I think everyone knows what we do in there. None of the other women keep going in there. It's just me. And sometimes I'm pretty messy when I come back out. They know the signs.
"He ordered me to undress. I posed for a bunch of pictures. He takes naked pictures of me every day now. Then I sucked his cock for a few minutes. Sometimes he cums in my mouth and takes pictures of his cum on my tongue. But usually he stops before he cums and bends me over his desk so he can fuck me.
"Yesterday he fucked my ass for the first time. I guess he liked it. He did it again today. Then he always makes me suck his cock until it's clean before he lets me get dressed and go back to work."
Good old Clark! I knew when I saw him that I could count on him to make the bitch's life more unpleasant.
Amber finished dressing before she finished telling us about her time with her boss. I thought she looked pretty hot in that outfit. With her waistband rolled under, from where I was sitting I could just make out the bottom of her slit. The bottom of her ass cheeks must also be visible.
I could also make out the slightly darker circles in her lacy top that indicated the presence of her nipples. But even so, it still wasn't slutty enough. I got up and went to the kitchen. She watched nervously when I returned and approached her with a sharp knife in my hands. I pulled her top away from her breasts and sliced it open a little further. It still wasn't quite what I had in mind.
I quickly saw how to improve it. I cut a narrow V about six inches deep, cleaving her camisole open almost all of the way down to her navel. The sides of her thin, lacy top were then free to fall away enough to expose most of the inner curve of her breasts. A slight breeze or a sudden move would probably be sufficient to uncover a breast. This was more like what I had in mind!
I saw the fear in Amber's eyes. She knows that the only reason to dress her like this is to take her out and humiliate her in public. It's bad enough being debased this way in the privacy of her home. It's exponentially worse when it happens in public. That was just what I was going for.
I took the knife back into the kitchen. I wouldn't want it close to hand. She might do something stupid. When I returned I asked, "Amber, have you ever owned a dog?"
She shook her head. I expected a negative answer. She isn't the type to own a pet. I told everyone to wait where they were and went back upstairs. I found a leather belt in Dan's closet and went back downstairs.
When I returned to the living room, John was bent over in front of Amber. He was holding her skirt up and staring at her pussy from only inches away. She stood still, her eyes closed, blushing furiously.
John turned to judge my reaction when I entered the room. When I smiled and ignored him he immediately returned to examining what I think is safe to assume is the first real live pussy he has ever seen.
I threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and placed it around Amber's neck like a leash. It will have to do.
Once I was satisfied I said, "Amber, my friends here are going to take you for a walk in the park. You are to do anything and everything they require of you. I already discussed this with them and gave them some guidelines.
"When you get back from the park they are free to use you as they wish. You will do anything and everything they tell you to do until they have to go home for supper.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
Amber stood there, still blushing furiously. I was in the process of turning to leave when she quietly asked in a teary voice, "How much longer? How long are you going to torment me like this?"
I turned back and I think she was startled by the sudden fury she saw in my eyes. I barely contained my anger when I answered in a low, strained voice, "Not nearly as long as I suffered after you perjured yourself in court, testifying about how I raped you. You're a great actress. You had everyone convinced.
"I wonder if any of the people on the jury were watching your face when they led me away and saw that big smile and the wink when our eyes met. I wonder if they ever paused to consider that they just sent an innocent man to prison. What do you think, Amber?"
She didn't answer. She looked down at the floor, unable to face my anger. She didn't even say she was sorry. But if she had I would have known that she was only sorry for herself. She doesn't feel pity for others. She doesn't regret the terrible things she has done. She only regrets that she now has to pay for her sins.