I followed the sexy maid into Helen's suite.  Helen lounged in the nude with four
of her executive wife friends.  Her cocky air put me on the defensive.  I
countered by a show of bravado, stepping forward and saying, "Helen, you could
have at least warned us as to the nature of this retreat.  I hardly think this is
a fitting place to bring young childr..." Helen silenced me with a raised hand
then said, "You shut up and listen."  I gulped.  "I have waited a long time to
get you up here.  You will leave here one week from now either as the wife of one
of our new rising stars, or as the wife of an unemployed bum with a poor
recommendation.  If it is the latter, and you make any trouble what-so-ever, I'll
spare no expense to hunt your family down, kill you and your husband, sell your
son to the white sex slave trade, and place your daughter into slavery right here
until she turns eighteen.  You don't want to know what we do to them when they
turn eighteen.  It is not a happy birthday when you are the candle and the cake
is a huge pile of kindling wood." I couldn't speak, move, run, or throw up.  I
just stood there with my mouth open.  Had those words been spoken by anyone other
than Helen Cummings, I would have spat in her face.  I knew Helen was dead
serious, and that she could and would do exactly what she said.  Her next words
were, "Strip!"  What could I do? I stripped. I soon stood before these women
stark naked.  Helen got up brandishing a long thin rod, slapping it against her
palm.  She advanced on my trembling form and shouted, "Stand with your legs
apart, arms out."  I moved into the position. She circled me twice, then brought
the rod arching down across my stomach.  I screamed and dropped to my knees,
clutching my belly.  She yelled, "Stand up, bitch!" I quickly stood and assumed
the position.  Another blow cut across my buttocks, stinging like a thousand wasp
stings.  Tears poured from my eyes.  She moved around and swung up, cutting the
underside of my breasts.  I cried and clutched my breasts. Another blow hit the
backs of my thighs and straightened me up. While behind me, she brought the rod
up between my legs.  The pain was excruciating and dropped me to my knees once
again.  By this time, I hurt all over and my mind reeled from the pain and shock.
 I begged and pleaded, but only got orders to resume the position.  She moved in
front and ordered me to thrust out my cunt.  My eyes pleaded, but I did as she
instructed, knowing what was coming.  The anticipation was the worst part as I
watched her draw back and come up between my legs.  She applied a dozen sharp
strokes to the center of my sex.  By the time she finished, I was on my knees,
numb between my legs. Helen stepped forward and I looked into her shaved sex.   A
gentle pressure on the back of my head told me my next move.  I pressed my face
into her loins and slavishly used my tongue, tasting my first pussy.  She stood
casually and said, "Right now, your husband is balling Cassandra as he has been
doing for the past six months.  Your kids are undoubtedly perusing the toys and
material in the room and getting very turned on.  Would you like to know what
your role is this week?" I shuddered to think but nodded my head vigorously while
keeping my tongue deeply buried in Helen's musky sex.  She said, "You are here to
entertain me and my guests.  Actually, I should say, you and your children."  I
groaned, but did not stop my licking.  "Each day we gather for dinner and supper.
 We like a floor show when we dine.  You will provide the floor shows.  This
afternoon, I think we'll start with something mild.  I think I'll have you
auction off Jenny's clothes."  I pleaded with my eyes, but kept licking.  "Dress
her in a full ensemble: heels, stockings, garters, panties, skirt, blouse, bra,
even a hat if you'd like.  I'll leave the choreography to you.  Be imaginative.
Think sexy.  If your show is not exciting enough, Jenny will be tied up and
whipped by you.  The audience votes by a simple thumbs up or thumbs down.  But I
warn you, they don't impress easily." Helen stepped away and returned to sit with
her friends. They were all smiling.  I began to implore, but Helen stopped me
immediately, saying, "There's nothing you can say that I want to hear.  If you
don't cooperate, I'll have you, Jenny, and Steven stripped, beaten, and bound in
vulnerable positions for the enjoyment of the members all week.  Bill will lose
his job and you will live with option number two - silence or death.  I'm sure
that answers any questions you may have had.  Now, go get your little whore ready
for the show." I rose to unsteady feet, gathered my clothes, and backed out.  I
dressed downstairs under the eyes of several leering members and two staff
people.  I went immediately to the cabin and saw that the car was gone.  Once
inside, I saw that Bill was gone, too.  Steven was still absorbed with the
magazines and barely looked up.  Jenny ran to my arms and cried, "Mom, Daddy went
off with a naked lady.  She just called him and he went." I tried to soothe her
as Steven said, "Yeah, if she had called me, I'd have gone too.  She was a real
knock-out, Mom." I stroked Jenny's head and said, "Kids, these people are very
sick.  We are in a very dangerous position with no way out. I have just received
the beating of my life with a thin cane." Steven looked up and said, "Really! 
Were you naked?" "Yes, and it wasn't amusing, Steven.  These people are serious. 
You may be next, young man, so get that smirk off your face."  I took Jenny by
the shoulders and said, "Sweetheart, you're going to have to be very brave this
week." "Are they going to beat me, too?" "I certainly hope not, but they might. 
Honey, they want me to auction off your clothes this afternoon at a dinner show."
Steven looked up and said, "Hey, far out.  Will I get to see?" I shot Steven a
dirty look and said, "Steven, Please!" Tears immediately formed in her eyes as
she cried, "Mom, No! They can't make us do that." "Honey, they can and they will.
 Furthermore, if the show isn't exciting enough, they say I'll have to beat you
myself. I'll do it, too.  I have no other choice, believe me." "Mom, no!" "Listen
to me, Jenny.  This is no game; this is life and death.  They are prepared to
kill us if we cause trouble.  If we cooperate, Dad will keep his job and get a
big promotion.  Jenny, whether we cooperate or not, you will not leave here a
virgin, I'm quite certain of that." Jenny's mouth fell open in shock.  Steven
turned a page and said, "So who wants to leave anywhere a virgin." I strode over
to the bed and flipped through the magazines until I found one showing a man with
a large penis buried to the hilt in a boy's backside.  I tapped the photo and
said, "Jenny isn't the only one subject to losing her virginity, smart ass. Do
you still stand by what you said?"  He went pale and swallowed hard.  I said,
"Look, I'm sorry.  I'm upset and nervous.   I'm, under a great deal of stress
right now.  Your father not being here doesn't help."  I turned back to Jenny and
said, "We need to be thinking about this show.  I don't want you beaten, Jenny,
not by me or anyone else.  Forget your modesty or your virginity and think about
survival.  From here on out, that's all I'm thinking about.  I suggest you two do
likewise." Jenny cried, "Mom, this can't be happening." "It is happening, Jenny. 
Get used to it.  Don't make this any harder than it already is." I had a
difficult time getting Jenny ready.  Helen had some things sent down that she
thought we could use: spike heels, fishnet nylons, a garter belt, and half-cup
bra.  I made Jenny put them on, though we had no privacy and drew a great deal of
attention.  Steven was the worst.  He leered at her body and made occasional wise
cracks.  I decided to ignore him.  When she was dressed, I stood back and looked
her over, making her turn in place.  Her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes did
not add to the effect, so I gave her another talk and applied heavier make-up. In
the end, she looked gorgeous, like a junior street walker.  I had her pace the
room and offered tips on putting a sexy sway to her step.  Afterwards, we
rehearsed our act.  This was the hardest part of all, because I found it
difficult to advise her to show off her tits and cunt when they got bared.  I
thought it would be a nice touch if I was forceful, even mean, since I figured
she might balk once we were on stage and clothing started falling.  I warned her
to expect my act. Bill returned looking sheepish.  We didn't talk.  He hung
around for a few minutes, then left.  We met up again at the dinner table
assigned to us.  Cassandra was on his arm and sat beside him at our table.  I sat
on his other side and saw her fish out his stiff cock and begin jerking him off
slowly.  I hated them both at that point, though I figured he had as little say
in the operation as I did.  As the meals were served, Helen mounted the stage. 
It was a low platform, a bandstand, actually. It was brightly lit and had a PA
system.  She took the mike and welcomed everyone.  She announced us as
prospective new members. We each stood as our names were announced.  Bill stood
with his cock sticking out and drew howls of laughter and applause.  He slicked
back into his seat.  When Jenny nervously stood, the crowd roared their approval.
 She blushed prettily and hurriedly sat.  Steven took a bow.  I got a good
reception and sat gracefully, blushing. Helen said, "Now, Karen has graciously
offered to auction off her lovely daughter's clothes and display her young charms
as a gift to us."  A thunderous applause went up.  She silenced it with a lifting
of her almighty hand and said, "Proceeds will go to the purchasing of an urn for
young Cindy McConnel."  Her hand swept towards the huge fireplace mantle.  There
was a row of urns.  Behind each urn was the portrait of a young teenage girl. The
one on the end was a picture of Cindy McConnel with a large Dixie cup in front of
it. My heart sank as Helen said, "For all the pleasure she gave us, she deserves
a better resting place than a fucking paper cup." The people laughed.  I was
mortified.  When Helen called us up, I dragged Jenny along.   I placed Jenny
center stage and made her stand erect, shoulders back.  I took the mike and
started right in, "Who'll give me ten dollars for this lovely girl's shoes?"
Jenny began sobbing quietly right away.  The bidding was brisk.  I took
twenty-five for her shoes and invited the man to come up and remove them.  He
lifted each leg high in claiming his shoes, causing her intense shame.  The crowd
loved it. "Now, can I hear twenty for her stockings?"  I lifted her skirt all
around to fully expose them to the bidders, making her turn in place.  The
stockings went for thirty-eight.  One of Helen's lady friends took them from
Jenny, reaching her red-nailed fingers high up Jenny's legs in the process. "Can
I get fifty for the dress?"  The dress went for ninety to an old accountant. 
Jenny stood in bra, panties, and a garter belt.  The garter belt went for ten. 
Jenny started crying.  I squared her shoulders and auctioned her bra for
fifty-five.  I continually had to make her stand erect after the bra was removed.
 Tears flowed down her cheeks.  I walked around her and slapped her firm ass as
the panties went up for bid.  They went for two-hundred dollars.  Greg Miller,
Bills supervisor, took the bid and advanced towards the stage sporting an evil
grin and a hardon.  As he knelt with one knee on the stage, I moved Jenny up to
him.  His hands slowly took her briefs and eased them down as the crowd got to
their feet.  He paused when the top edge went past her pussy lips.   Her turned
her to show her ass and dropped the panties several more inches.  He turned her
to face front, and moved them to mid thigh.  Jenny was trembling as his meaty
hands caressed her firm body and delved between her legs, wiping through her
slit.  When she pulled back, I swatted her ass to make her offer her loins.
Somewhere during all of this, I got turned on.  My pussy swelled and lubricated. 
I think it was seeing this burly older man fondling my pure virgin daughter in
public that did it. Impulsively, I moved up close behind her and cupped her tight
moons very low, my fingertips near her sex.  I shoved her loins out to him in
bold offering.  He palmed her cunt and fingered her pussy while I held her for
him.  Occasionally his fingers brushed mine as they did their dirty work, giving
me a strange thrill. Jenny quivered under this molestation.  After the panties
came off, I took Jenny by the scruff of her neck and marched her to various
points along the stage front, making her assume lewd poses. The crowd loved it
when I made her turn and bend low.  I pushed her feet wide and leaned over her
ass, reaching in with both hands to spread her cheeks.  They roared their
approval.  I looked at her pink rosebud and impulsively teased my wet finger
around it.  Some yelled, "Poke her!"  It was all the encouragement I needed.  I
ignored Jenny's groan of despair and pushed my fuck finger steadily into her
tight asshole.  I loved the feel of her and my smile was genuine as I pandered to
the crowd, finger-fucking my little girl's ass.  I was not ready to quit. I
marched Jenny to the other end of the stage and had her turn in profile.  I
reached to grasp her foot nearest the audience and raised it high, pointing her
toes to the ceiling. Jenny was forced to use her hands for support as I made her
do the standing splits.  I hugged her vertical up-raised leg and traced my
fingers along her crotch, teasing her vaginal lips with my painted nails.  This
was so popular, I repeated it at several points along the stage, giving everyone
a great view of my daughter's pussy.  I also increased my manipulations of her
cunt flesh, brazenly displaying her pink meat, even dipping my fingers into her
heated sex. Afterwards, the vote was taken.  To my utter astonishment, we barely
got enough thumbs-up votes to avoid the beating.  Clearly, my bold finale saved
her and she knew it. After the dinner.  Helen called for me.  I was stripped,
cuffed, and beaten between my legs.  It wasn't for any wrong doing.  She simply
wanted to do it.  Afterwards, I thanked her and went down on her and her friends.
 Before leaving, I got my next assignment - to seduce and fuck my son on stage.
This went surprisingly well, as Steven needed little seducing.  Once he realized
what was expected, he became the aggressor.  We sat on a sofa on center stage.  I
placed Steven's hand on my breast.  He then took over.  He stripped me and
practically rapped me, taking me in a variety of lewd positions, playing to the
audience.  It was not to avoid a beating; for again, it was Jenny who would pay
the price.  She stood naked and bound spread-eagled in a wooden fram that looked
like a large frame for a double door.  She watched with great interest during the
performance, and I'm sure she silently urged us to greater acts of depravity. We
got a general thumbs up, but again I was summoned for a beating.  This time, I
got a dozen stokes between my legs for not suggesting he take me in the ass.  I
cursed myself because the thought had occurred to me. My next show was with
Jenny.  I tore her clothes from her and jammed her face in my widespread beaver. 
I humped her crying face and slapped her around for their enjoyment.  I put on a
strap-on dildoe and fucked her ass.  Afterwards, I forced her to tongue-fuck my
asshole and ended by squatting over her face and pissing.  Again, we barely
avoided her beating, but I still got mine for not making her drink my piss. Each
show got nastier and nastier.  Bill took Jenny's cherry while I serviced them
with my tongue.  At another show, we all got in on the act, did a great job, but
didn't make the cut. Jenny got her first beating at my hands.  I got another for
not hitting her between the legs.  The next time I did it right. Between shows,
Jenny and I were kept nude and were available to anyone, male or female.  Steven
took great advantage of us. By weeks end, I had helped every man there mount my
daughter several times over.  Jenny and I had also eaten every pussy several
times over.  Jenny got a thorough beating after nearly every show and learned to
take a cane to her cunt rather well.  The final act was a family gang bang
involving everyone. After the show, Bill got his promotion, and we were welcomed
as full members. After the announcement, a group of young girls were marched out,
smiling.  They were the girls whose pictures were over the mantle.  Cindy
McConnel led the procession drinking from the Dixie cup.  Helen placed her arm
around my shoulder and said, "You didn't really buy all that, did you?" I smiled
and kissed her.