Payback can be fun 2

Payback can be fun (Chapter two)

As they drove away from my home, Ruth burst into tears, ruining what was left of her makeup.

Laura glanced at her before looking back at the tree lined drive that ran up to the big wall lined house. “What’s the matter with you, you stupid cow?”

Ruth sniffed as she searched for a handkerchief to blow her nose. “I’ve I’ve never done anything like that before. I mean sucked a mans balls or licked a woman’s…” She stopped as if the very word would start her crying again.

Laura gave her a look of distain before replying. “I know, my brother tells me your idea of sex is to lie there with your legs open and your eyes shut. No wonder he goes elsewhere for real sex. If it wasn’t for the fact it would have cost him a fortune, he’d have dumped you years ago.”

“He, he wouldn’t go elsewhere,” Ruth sobbed. “He wouldn’t. You are just saying that, and he wouldn‘t tell you about our sex life.”

“We share everything, and I do mean everything.” By now they had driven through the village that lay just outside the walls of Franks new home, and were travelling along the B road that led to the major one that would take them onto the Motorway. Laura suddenly hit the brakes of the Jaguar she was driving and swung off down a small track that was all but hidden by trees and bushes. “This will do.” She stated as she brought the car to a halt deep enough down the track to be out of sight of anyone passing the end of it. She reached across and opened the glove box and took out a packet of wet wipes, before getting out of the car.

“What are you doing?” Ruth asked as she realised her Sister in Law was removing her clothing.

Laura stood there in just her stockings and suspender belt, and them looked at Ruth as if she was stupid. “If you think I am driving home, and more to the point stopping for petrol with my face covered in your cunt juice, you are very much mistaken.” She started to remove the now dried mess from her face, before taking a fresh wet wipe and started to clean the mess from between her legs and off her cunt. “God, if I stepped out of the car smelling of this, I’ll have every dog on heat trying to shove its nose or something else up my cunt.” The blond threw the wet wipes across the car to Ruth. “Here clean yourself up, your face is a mess and I can smell the come on you from here.” Then Laura looked at her tits. “God you made a mess of these when you grabbed them. They’ll be bruised for weeks.”

Ruth cleaned her face and still sitting in the car, lifted her skirt and started cleaning the now dried cum from around her legs and cunt. Then she remembered the word scrawled just above it. Hers said Twat, and Laura’s read Cunt. “what do we do about these?” She lifted the shirt higher to expose the lettering.

“We can sort that out when we get home, meanwhile we need petrol.” Laura started to dress again, then climbing back behind the wheel of the car, placed it into reverse and backed slowly back down the track. From there they drove quickly joined the motorway, stopping only to fill up with petrol.

A few hours later they arrived back at Laura’s home, there they both showered, both scrubbing off their new names until the skin above their cunts was red raw.
*****

“Now what?” Ruth asked as they sat at the large dinning room table discussing the days events.

“Now nothing.” Laura replied. “If Frank expects me to be his whore, then he will find out I’m going to be an expensive one. Today’s payment was an insult, we’d earn more than that doing quickies outside some bloody pub.”

“I, I couldn’t do that.” Ruth responded,

Laura stood up, walked round to where Ruth sat, and slapped her, hard across the face. “You’ll do anything you have to, to bring my brother back. Anything do you hear.”

Ruth cried out and lifted her left hand to her reddening face. “And your husband?

“Fuck him,” Laura responded. “He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s on his way out. My brother is the one that counts, nobody else.”
*****

I allowed the two women a few days to get used to their new role as my slaves before ringing them again.