Chapter 2
“You didn't think I would actually leave when the main event was just getting started, did you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you and Barry fucking,” Karen responded. “You two were going at it so hot and heavy you didn't notice me opening the door again and peeking in.” The young coed sighed. “I wish I had had my phone with me, but I forgot it in Barry's car.”
Lucinda glared at Karen. She wasn't sure what the little bitch had seen or if she had seen anything. She might be bluffing. Still, she had still been in the house when Lucinda and Barry had been making love so the worst had to be assumed. It was unlikely anyone would believe her if she spread that tale. Still, there was a possibility that someone would believe her.
"What do you want?" Lucinda asked. "We don't have much money so blackmailing us is a waste of time."
"Relax," said Karen. "I'm not after any money. I just need a place to stay for a while. I had a fight with my dad and he kicked me out of the house."
"I'm not surprised," Lucinda replied. "We don't have any room."
"Don't give me that line of shit, lady. There's plenty of room in this house. Ten people could live here with no problem and there's only two now."
"Well, I guess you can use Amy's room until..."
"Listen, Lucy," interrupted Karen. "I'll make the room assignments around here. Oh, have I touched a nerve here?"
Karen was watching Lucinda turn three shades of red. Lucinda absolutely hated being called Lucy. She hated being called Lucy for as long as she could remember. Even as a child, no one got away with calling her Lucy. But now Lucinda was silent even as she seethed in anger. Even easygoing Barry flinched when he heard his mom being called by that hated nickname.
"Just tell me what you want," Lucinda demanded.
"Well, the only bed big enough for Barry and me is in the master bedroom so we'll be using that one. You can sleep anywhere you want otherwise."
"That is out of the question," Lucinda declared. "You've invaded my home, violated my privacy, assaulted me and blackmailed me. Now you want to kick me out of my bedroom. Do your worst, you vile bitch! I'm not moving!" A stand had to be taken. There was no telling how far this girl would push if Lucinda stood passively by. If she only knew!
"I don't think we have any choice but to cooperate, Mom," said Barry.
"Oh, I don't know," said Karen. "Maybe she wants me to show up at the bank and complain to anyone who will listen that their employee is fucking my boyfriend and said boyfriend happens to be her son.”
“I'm not your boyfriend,” Barry said.
Lucinda shuddered. She was a loan officer at a major bank and would certainly be fired at any hint of scandal. Barry was right, of course. There was no choice but to cooperate.
The defeated mother shrugged her shoulders and marched off to her bedroom to clear it out.
Lucinda looked at the clothing in her closet. There was too much to move to Barry's room. That's where she decided to stay while Karen was a "guest." It was mostly all too small or just out of style. Most of it would be put in boxes and carried out to the garage. Lucinda certainly didn't want that awful bitch handling her belongings.
Barry helped his mother move her stuff into the garage and into his room. Her son tried to apologize again for the fix they were in but Lucinda smiled and shook her head. Wasn't she as much at fault as Barry?
Lucinda just hoped that Karen would be gone by the time her daughter was due back home. She decided to just lie low and not give that dreadful girl any excuse to torment her again.
There was a restless night ahead for the unfortunate woman and it was not because she was spending the night in a strange bed. Lucinda hadn't changed the sheets on Barry's bed and she could detect the scent of her son's sweat and cologne. Guilt and embarrassment came with the realization that she was being sexually aroused by these odors. Lucinda longed to have Barry lying with her at that very moment, learning to please him in any way he wanted.
Lucinda woke up late Saturday morning which was unusual for her. Well, she couldn't be blamed based on the previous day's events. There were dishes in the sink so Barry and that girl had already been up. A little bit of coffee was still in the brewer and she got herself a cup. Lucinda didn't think she'd much appetite after all that had happened but a growling tummy forced her to concede she was hungry. A bowl of cold cereal would have to do. The unfortunate lady had just poured milk on her cereal when she heard a sound behind her.
"Good morning," said Karen. The teenager was standing in the doorway with a warm smile on her face. She was completely naked. "Don't let me stop you eating. They might get soggy," she added.
Lucinda felt butterflies in her stomach now. "I think I just lost my appetite," she responded. "Where's Barry?"
"I sent him on some errands. He'll be gone for a while. It gives us a chance to be alone together and chat for a bit."
"I don't think we have anything to say to each other. You made yourself quite clear yesterday."
"Well, there were some matters I wanted to discuss with you with Barry gone but since you don't seem to care I'll wait until he gets back."
Lucinda was immediately wary. "What do you want to say?" It was best to listen to this little bitch for now. No harm could come of it. The situation had already gotten as worse as it possibly could.
"I know you'd like to strangle me. Right?" Karen sounded cheerful and conversational as she began to stroll about the kitchen. She seemed to be showing off, proud of her body and her nudity. There was no question about Karen was attractive. Her small breasts barely bounced as she moved her trim, athletic body. The teenager wore her dark brown hair short like a pixie.
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," Lucinda said frankly.
"I'm going to give you your chance. Stand up."
"What?" What was she talking about? Lucinda was getting frightened. Karen was acting bizarre again. It might be something that even Barry wouldn't put up with but he wasn't around to protect his mother. Despite her misgivings Lucinda stood up. She'd already experienced the teenager's nasty temper and didn't want her to start up again. Lucinda expected a bit more humiliation but she thought she could handle it.
"Good girl." Karen grabbed Lucinda's hands and placed them around her own neck and said, "There you go. Now's your chance to strangle me."
Strangle her? This girl wants to be strangled? She's crazy, Lucinda thought. The woman wanted to yank her hands from Karen's neck. This had to be some kind of trick. If Lucinda placed any kind of pressure on the girl's throat Karen would attack Lucinda and kill or injure her and then claim self defense. Lucinda couldn't have been more frightened if it had been Karen's fingers around her own throat.
"I can't," Lucinda whimpered.
"Why not? You can be rid of me forever. You said you wanted to get rid of me. Just start squeezing. I promise I won't defend myself. Do it, you stupid bitch!"
"I-I'm not a murderer," Lucinda protested.
"Anyone can be a murderer given the right reason and circumstances, even you," explained the teenager. "Let me give you some reasons. I've decided to stay here permanently. I'm going to take over your house and your son. I'm going to reduce you to an obedient slave. I'll make you my personal maid."
"No!" Lucinda cried.
"Why not?" Karen asked. "It would be easy, as easy as it was seducing you yesterday. Behind all that bluster you display you're just a meek little slave looking for a mistress.
I'm the mistress you're looking for, Lucy. Just look at yourself, you pathetic loser. You couldn't defend yesterday and you can't defend yourself now. I'm giving you every advantage and you can't follow through. Do you know why?"
Lucinda shook her head slowly. No, she didn't know why she couldn't defend herself. This young teenager had just announced that she was going to take away everything that was near and dear to Lucinda and reduce her to servitude. Yet, the poor woman just stood there and listened. The only explanation that came to the woman's mind was that Karen was some kind of witch. Karen had cast some kind of spell and Lucinda was helpless to resist whatever this witch desired.
"You can't defend yourself because you're a slave, a slave at heart. Your subconscious mind yearns to have someone strong to take over your meaningless life. I'm that strong person, Lucy. I'll give you a purpose in life, a slave's purpose. A slave's purpose is to serve her masters. In a few minutes, I'm going to say the words, 'You are a slave, Lucy' and then it'll be too late to change anything. I'll expect you to remove your clothing, go down on your knees and acknowledge your slavery by saying, 'I am a slave.' Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I didn't do anything to you," Lucinda protested. "What have I done to deserve this?"
"Most slaves haven't done anything to deserve their slavery but they are enslaved. I'm enslaving you because I want to do it."
"But Barry won't let you," Lucinda declared, holding out hope that it was true.
Karen laughed. "I can handle Barry. I already have him thoroughly disgusted with your behavior. He won't care what happens to you."
Lucinda almost burst into tears. She hadn't any doubt that Karen's words were true. The middle-aged matron was thoroughly disgusted with her own behavior so it was logical that Barry was disgusted with her also.
Karen placed her hands behind Lucinda's back and pulled her into an embrace. "Put your arms around me just like this."
"I-I'm not a lesbian," whispered Lucinda, already anticipating Karen's next instruction but still obeying the young teenager.
"It doesn't matter what a slave's preferences are. It's only important that she obeys. You may kiss me," Karen said.
Almost without thinking, Lucinda moved her head forward to kiss the young girl as they embraced each other. Karen knew that Barry's mother was as good as hers from that moment. It was almost too easy. Well, better to begin her training right away before doubts started to crowd Lucy's mind. Karen broke the kiss and began to whisper in Lucy's ear.
"Listen to me, Lucy. I warned you about what would come if you didn't defend your territory. Now, it's too late to do anything about it. I'm taking over because you're weak and I'm strong. You've never been happy being free but I'm going to make you happy in your slavery. You won't believe me now but you'll believe it later. Are you ready to hear the words that will make you a happy woman?"
Lucy slowly nodded her head. It was as if she were mesmerized. Yesterday she was a productive if not happy career woman. Less than 24 hours had elapsed and she was allowing this strange girl to take complete control of her life. She vaguely wondered what would happen to her family, home and job. Not that anything else mattered right now. Lucy felt the occasion was almost ceremonial. Karen was going to utter the words of her servitude and Lucy had to strip away her modesty, kneel before her mistress and acknowledge her slavery.
"You are a slave, Lucy," Karen declared. The teenager watched in satisfaction as the older woman stripped herself and knelt before her. "Say the words," she ordered.
"I am a slave," said Lucy, not even hesitating.
"Who is your mistress?"
"You are, mistress," adding the title without being told to do so.
Karen nodded in satisfaction. "What is your name?"
"Lucinda, mistress."
"Wrong, slave. Lucinda is a free woman's name. Your name is Lucy. Now, what is your name?"
"Lucy, mistress." Suddenly the slave started to cry. Karen watched for a while.
"Don't cry, Lucy," Karen said kindly. "I promise your life will be better now."
"I'm not crying because of that, mistress. What if I had hurt you?"
Karen smiled. "I wasn't worried. You couldn't have hurt your mistress. You were my slave from the moment we met."