Chapter 6
Mr. Emory commanded: "Take off your clothes, Rochelle!"
"No."
It wasn't me who said no. I was already obeying, gathering up my blouse to take it off. I was obedient...
No, it was a third person, a third party in the game, who'd said "no."
Georgina Todd, Emory's wife, was the one who said it.
Mr. Emory was in his early fifties. Georgina was in her middle forties.
She was a big woman, built like a women's prison guard, a mountain of flesh.
Thick brown hair was pulled back and knotted into a bun at the back of her head, making her face look even more severe.
Her face was round and pink and double-chinned. Her eyebrows were tweezed and plucked into thin lines, darkened with pencil. She had thick features, a wide nose, and a ripe, red-painted mouth, with a tiny black beauty mark to the left of it.
Her skin was smooth, creamy pink. She wore a loose-fitting house dress which draped her big body like a tent, its hem reaching down to her knees.
Her tits were melons, her middle was thick, her hips were wide, her ass was plump, her thighs were full and rounded, and her strong calves narrowed to slim ankles.
It was a few minutes past eight o'clock that night. As commanded, I had slipped out of the mansion, making sure nobody saw me make my way down the winding paths in the back to what used to be the carriage house.
It was a two-story house. The lower half was wide, and had three bays. In olden times, it used to house the carriages of the family.
Now, the carriages were gone, but some stuff was stored down there, including motorized snow-plows, lawn mowers, a ski-mobile, and cases and cartons full of old bric-a-brac which had gone here instead of the attic.
A stairway climbed to the second floor. The second floor had been fixed up real nice and served as the living quarters for Mr. Emory and his family.
There was a living room, big bedroom, small bedroom for Audrey, their daughter, with a kitchen at the rear.
Now, the night had come. Shades covered the windows. Clothes covered me, but not for long.
I wore a pretty blouse, pink and short-sleeved and slightly see-through, and a light gray skirt, tight, whose hem reached my knees. Loafers without socks completed the outfit.
Mr. Emory had gone off duty and he took his ease at home.
He wore an old, comfortable white shirt, loose-fitting dark brown slacks, socks, shoes. He sat in his easy chair in the living room. His chair and the couch and the armchair in which Georgina - Mrs. Todd - sat, all faced the television. But it wasn't turned on and its screen was blank, dead.
Maybe the TV wasn't turned on, but I was! Georgina KNEW.
I mean, she knew! Everything! Her husband must have told her all about me.
Any normal wife would have hit the ceiling, and certainly would never have allowed this to go on, to actually have me in her own home!
Which meant that big Georgina was no normal wife.
As soon as I entered the quarters, I sensed her checking me out.
Georgina was big, bossy, and bitchy.
She was Mr. Emory's second in command, when it came to running the household and the staff of servants.
He was strict but controlled, and rarely if ever raised his voice, not even at the most irksome, stupid servant girl.
But Georgina would raise hell on them, and shout. More than once, I'd seen a servant girl flee from the big woman in tears after a scolding.
I knew that the Todds were real strict parents, too.
Not that Audrey ever talked much about it, but I'd her threatened with promised spankings for even small things.
And I knew she'd gotten them, too, since I'd seen her the day after, walking stiffly from her sore behind, sitting only on the edge of her chair to keep from putting much weight on her sore rear.
Georgina made me feel all shivery and scared.
But where was Audrey?
She was supposed to be home, but the door to her bedroom was open and she wasn't inside it, I saw at a glimpse.
I even asked if she was at home.
"Audrey is visiting a friend," Mr. Emory said. "She'll be occupied until much later, so don't worry about her!"
"Suppose she comes home unexpectedly?" I asked.
"Audrey would never dare do something so foolish as that!' Georgina chimed in: "Don't you worry about Audrey! You'd do best to save your concern for yourself!" I was concerned.
"My dear Georgina is a full participant in all that I do," Mr. Emory explained to me. "And she knows everything about you, Rochelle!"
"Everything?!" I gasped.
"Everything that I know,' he said.
Georgina leaned forward in her massive armchair. It had to be big, to support her. Her tits shoved against her loose dress.
"Almost everything," Georgina declared. "Emory has seen you in the nude, Rochelle, which I haven't!"
"We'll have to remedy that lack," Mr. Emory said. "Rochelle, strip!"
I stared wide-eyed at him, heat tingling in my face. I hadn't been inside the place for five minutes yet.
And already, I was commanded to take my clothes off!
And then Georgina said: "No."
I looked at her. Mr. Emory looked questioningly at his wife. Georgina leered at me, her deep-set dark eyes shining.
I lowered my gaze, looking down at my feet and the floor.
"No?" Emory asked.
"No," Georgina said. "Rochelle won't take off her clothes... " A pause.
"I'll undress her myself!" Georgina said.
I was lightheaded, my mouth was dry, I felt hot and cold.
"Come over here, dear," Georgina told me I looked to Mr. Emory for guidance.
"Go ahead, Rochelle! Georgina is my equal partner and you will obey her as you would obey me!
"Anything she tells you to do, you do it, and damn quick!" "Yes, sir!"
The shoe leather of my loafers scuffed against the carpet as I went to Georgina. She leaned forward, her dark eyes glittering.
"Maybe you don't think I'm dominant enough, is that it, Rochelle?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Todd!" I said.
"Maybe you don't think I can't bring a sexy little bitch like you under control, hmmmmmm!"
She smiled real nastily, like she just couldn't wait to show me how tough she was.
"Please - please excuse me, Mrs. Todd," I fidgeted. "I - I've never done anything like this before, you see!"
"No, I'm quite sure you haven't," She said. She cupped her chin and thoughtfully studied me, standing facing her chair.
I stood with my head bowed and my hands held behind my back, like they already were tied. My face burned hot.
"I wonder," she said. "After all I've heard about you, and your wanton ways, I can't believe you're as innocent as you look!"
She asked me: "You're not a virgin."
Well, it really wasn't much of a question. She knew the answer already.
"No, Mrs. Todd, I'm not," I admitted.
"No, of course you're not! You hardly could be, considering the way my husband says you love to suck cock!"
He had told her that, too. My face got redder.
"Still," she went on, "you could be a virgin, even so, a technical virgin. But I doubt it. You've given up that little pussy of yours!"
"Yes, Mrs. Todd!"
"You don't have to be so formal with me, Rochelle. Not when we're going to get to know each other so well, so very well!
"We're all going to be one big happy family here! So... you may call me... let me see now... you may call me 'Aunt Georgina!'" "Aunt Georgina," I repeated.
"That's quite a mouthful," she went on, "but as we all know, you can handle mouthfuls very well, can't you?"
"Yes, Aunt Georgina!"
"Of course you can," she went on, "and we'll have mouthfuls that you can handle, and then some! And pussys-full, too!"
"Oh!"
The chair creaked under her as she leaned forward, reaching behind me, fastening her hands on my behind.
"And maybe ass-fulls, too!"
"Oh! Aunt Georgina!" I gasped.
She sank her fingers into my ass cheeks and really squeezed hard, kneading the cheeks through my skirt and panties.
She smiled.
"I'm happy to see that you're not so much of a slut that you can't still raise a blush, Rochelle!"
"Yes, Aunt Georgina!"
"You can stop parroting my name like you're a broken record," she said. "It bores me. You may also refer to me as 'Auntie,' or ma am!
"Auntie... " I murmured. "Ummmmm, I like that!"
"I can just imagine other things you like," she said. "I'll bet you like to show your sassy little skinny body!
"Have you ever been undressed by a woman?"
"No, ma'am."
"Have you ever been with a woman or girl? Sexually, that is?"
"No, ma'am!" I shook my head.
"I bet," she said.
"No, really, Auntie, I haven't!"
"We'll remedy that lack," she promised me.
"I suggest you take off her clothes, dear," Mr. Emory said. "I'llhings will really get interesting then!"
"Yes, indeed!"
Georgina put her plump hands on the chair arms, leaned forward, and lifted herself up out of the chair. It creaked under her.
Standing, she was a few inches taller than me - but without the high spiked heels she wore, she'd be about my size.
In height, that is. Bodily, there was enough of her to make up two of me. She was broad and built. She put her hand on my shoulder. That was just to steady me. Then her palm of her other hand pressed my chest.
"You're a skinny little thing!" she sneered. "There can't be much of you under those clothes!
"Well, let's find out!"
I was neat. Usually, I'm kind of sloppy about my clothes, but tonight I had dressed carefully and neatly.
I didn't think Mr. Emory would care much for sloppiness. I hadn't known that his wife was going to be home!
I just assumed he'd be alone for his rendezvous with me. Now, I knew that he was more than a man alone - He was part of a team.
A dominant husband and wife team!
How did he take his pleasures? How did Georgina take hers?
How much did Audrey know of her parents' strange tastes?
I didn't know, but I would find out!
Because it was summer, and there was no school, and Daddy was away on a business trip, and there was nobody to tell me what time to go to bed -For sleeping, that is!
But there were two adults here, not parents, not even relatives, even if one of them did make me call her "Auntie,' two adults who could and would tell me when to go to bed - And not for sleeping, either.