Epilogue
Pictures, pictures, pictures!
In the rear of the limo taking Wendy to the airport, after her week-long imprisonment with Aunt Paula and Uncle Albert and Barbara the maid, Paula handed Wendy a hefty envelope, bulging at the seams.
It was stuffed with glossy snapshots of a variety of sexual activities, perversions:
Wendy on her back, legs lifted, heels placed on the shoulders of Albert, who stood facing her, fucking her.
Wendy in a chair, her bare breasts being simultaneously mouthed by Barbara and Paula; Wendy sitting up in bed, masturbating.
Wendy on hands and knees, taking a cock from behind; Wendy sucking cock; mouthing a tit; Wendy with her face poised over a steamy pussy.
"Here, keep them, ' Paula purred. "Souvenirs of your stay!"
Before Wendy could tear them up, Paula added, "Go right ahead we've lots more filed away, in case you should be so foolish as to try and report us!"
"Don't worry about that," Wendy snapped. "I won't tell! And I don't want to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life!"
. . .Now, at last, Wendy was safe at home, in her own bed.
The sex-o-rama of the big city was far distant now, she was in her sleepy country home town, where the perverts, if there were any, had the decency to keep to themselves and not recruit unwilling girl victims, blackmailing them into service, as Wendy's aunt and uncle had done to her.
She was stretched out in her comfortable bed, safe under the covers. It was dim in her bedroom; leaking from under the closed door was the light on in the hall.
On the night table stood the glass of warm milk Momma had brought to Wendy to help her sleep better. Of course, Wendy told Momma nothing of her ordeal.
The warm milk really was working, though --it seemed to Wendy that she had drifted into sleep almost as soon as she finished drinking it.. .
Wendy plummeted into a deep sleep.. . "Wendy! Wendy!"
Someone was shaking her by the shoulder, rousing her. Wendy felt so tired she could hardly rise from the mists of sleep.
She tried to pull the blankets over her head and discovered she could not move!
That catapulted her from the depths of sleep! For, as she discovered to her rising horror, her hands were tied to the headboard.
"Momma! What?"
"Why do you think I sent you up to Paula for?" Momma smirked, opening her robe. "So you could be properly trained!
"Trained, so I can use you for my pleasure, daughter!"
Momma was naked under her robe. Her matronly flesh showed huge breasts, a curvy middle, wide hips, and a thick black bush.
"Let's see how well you've learned!"