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How the Other Half Live,
By MrXDevine
All rights reserved by the author. This story is not for children and should not be read by anyone who is not able to separate fantasy from reality. (Such as if you really think that aliens sent a rocket with a baby inside from an exploding planet called krypton and the baby grew to fight for truth, justice, and the American way is real then you really shouldn’t be reading this)
This is my first story, I would be grateful for any comments good or bad are welcome.
Mind Control, Humiliation, Non Consensual Sex, Female Dom, Male Dom, Other.
Authors note: this is really an end to Chris's and Tracy's story and the full start of Emma's so its not got as much sex as previous chapters but will pick up by the end.
Chapter 7
Emma stood at the exit to the alley, trying all she could to calm herself down.
I must not look angry, must be cool, If that bitch can see how angry I am she will suspect something and I will miss my chance to smack that bitch in her wrinkly face.
breath deep...breath deep, hit her and run, that’s it, just hit her and run.
Wish I could get rid of these stupid sandals...no, cant do that..she might suspect something if I'm not wearing them...damn, it would make running away a lot easier without these stupid cheap pieces of shit.
Right, lets go and get out of damn this nightmare.
Emma crossed the road, she noticed that it was getting darker and there were not many cars or people around, good less chance of someone getting helping that whore when I hit her.
Emma saw Debbie standing against the wall, Emma recognised the wall as being the one, which had that vile cold water tap, and rotten cloth that she had to wash with earlier.
Be cool and walk up to her, Emma thought, stay cool then hit her when she turns around.
Debbie watched Emma walking towards her, she had to stop from laughing at the way that this girl keeps returning to her, Emma's hair was mess and the she noticed the yellow stains on her white t-shirt. This was too much, she really did a number on this stuck up princess.
Emma was getting closer to her target; her heart was racing now, so close to wiping that smug grin of her old wrinkly face.
Emma put her right hand behind her back and tightened her hand into a fist, nearly there, So close she could taste it.
A few more steps, here we go.
Emma was nearly in arms reach.
Ready...and...
STOP RIGHT THERE! Debbie yelled.
Emma just stopped in a step and a half from her target, her fist still clenched behind her back, unable to move at all.
NOOOOO, Emma's mind screamed, so fucking close....please no...this cant be happening!.
Oh little Em, do you really think that I could survive all these years on the streets, doing what I ...sorry...what we do, and NOT know when someone going to hit me?
What were you thinking?
I want to be let go Mistress, then it just flooded out of her, I hate you, hate this street, hate this life that your forcing me into! I am better than this; I will always be better than this fucking farce you’re forcing me into.
So you think that you have it tough Debbie replied, you have no idea what tough is. Yes I admit that part of me hates what we are doing to you and will probably end up in hell but you know something? If this works then I will dance through the gates of hell knowing that I have helped save Tracy from this life that you find so horrible.
You have had it all, money, men, fashion, a good job, a sex and the city lifestyle but what did you do to earn it?
You admit you hated you boyfriend, used him to get the job and money even admitted to wanting to use him to take over the company...oh very noble.
You use everyone around you to get what you want, what you desire but you don’t care about anything else but I promise you that the girl who is right now sampling the life that your so desperate to get back will do a damn sight more with it that you ever would! you know the funny thing about this all...do you?
Emma just looked at Debbie with vicious anger and rage.
Tracy would never ask for anything, even when people are banging on her door demanding money, she would never ask for a hand out! not once...she would never ask for your life because it would never even occur to her to want to take it!
She’s better than us, far better than you!
If that means you have to lose what you have taken from others so she can be happy then that’s exactly what’s going to happen little Em.
Debbie was so angry now, it takes a lot to get her angry but pampered princess has finally done it, now she's going to get it!
Since you so full of energy get behind this all, you need a wash I think.
Emma stomped behind the wall, wishing that she had come up with a better plan!
Now strip, you should be good at this by now.
Emma removed her soggy clothes, the t-shirt stuck to her body and dropped the shirt to the floor, she removed her sandals and pulled down her hot pants and yellow thong in one fast movement.
Debbie then smelled something in the air and smiled, you can pull your thong back up, don’t want you getting a chill now do we? you must have enjoyed your little session with your girlfriend, you smell of sex you dirty girl.
Emma looked at her not saying a word, refusing to give Debbie the satisfaction of a reply.
Oh dear, have I touched a nerve? tell me why you stink of sex little Em?
Yes Mistress, I hate lesbians as if you didn’t already know that, I had to do whatever she wanted and gave her oral sex and it ended when she pissed all over me ok! She would not let me cum so after she left I tried to do it myself but it wouldn’t work, happy now?
Debbie laughed so hard she nearly wet herself, my poor little Em, I bet your just aching to flick your bean, Is it difficult not being able to satisfy yourself?
Its horrible, I need to cum so badly but nothings working, my clit and pussy just go numb when I got close to cumming, and so did my nipples, its just horrible.
Debbie noticed that talking about these problems made Emma’s nipples stand out and if she wasn’t mistaken a dark wet patch was appearing on her yellow thong.
There was a wetness developing as Emma continued to moan about her hardships.
I need to cum, please just let me have 5 minutes to cum, that’s all I need, please Mistress Emma pleaded.
I am not a heartless person my little Em, I will help you out with your little problem Debbie said sinisterly.
You can cum again but only if given permission also you may cum if you are performing or someone is performing on you a sex act, does that sound fair little Em?
Yes Mistress Emma replied (its better than nothing you old hag)
Also since you hate women so much, your mouth and tongue will love to eat pussy, it wont be able to get enough of it, you also cant get enough of cock in your mouth as well but inside you will stay the same, hating every second of it as your body betrays you! does that sound good my little Em?
Yes Mistress( It fucking does not! I can’t believe this shit!)
Its getting late and I promised Randy that I would not keep you out but since you are here already you may as well perform one last piece of business.
Debbie rested herself backwards against the wall and parted her legs, come her little Em and get you some pussy.
Emma tried to recoil in horror but her body was already moving forwards, she dropped to her knees pushed Debbie’s skirt up past her waist.
Debbie was wearing a pink thong with a white lacy trim; Emma wasted no time in pulling them down to Debbie’s ankles and dropped them next to her.
Emma saw Debbie’s pussy, it was as bad as she thought it would be, saggy and old but completely shaven, it showed the signs of the owner spending far to long on the streets.
Who knows how many cocks over the years that this old hag had in her.
Emma could not help herself, she licked the old woman’s pussy until she found the clit and pushed her mouth around it, teasing it at first she then licked the clit in long slow motions.
Emma hated it but at the same time she loved it, her body’s need for this pussy was overwhelming her senses.
Debbie looked down at Emma, she had to admit it, she had wanted Tracy to do this to her for years and know it was kind of happening it felt better than she had ever dreamed it would.
You may play with your posh little pussy but you cant cum until I do instructed Debbie.
Emma’s hands dropped down from Debbie's waist and started playing with her pussy, it felt so good but so very wrong it just heightened the experience for her.
Emma worked her tongue lower, entering Debbie’s entrance to her pussy, which was wet from Emma's teasing of her clit.
She greedily lapped at Debbie’s pussy, licking it hard and slow, Debbie reached down and pushed Emma's head in closer, which turned Emma on even more.
Debbie felt herself cumming, she pushed Emma's head in harder, telling Emma too lick harder and faster.
Emma's mind was revolted at what she was doing to this saggy old bitch but her body couldn’t be happier.
Emma could feel Debbie cumming which itself triggered Emma's pussy, she worked her fingers in deep into herself, fucking herself harder and harder until they both exploded at the same time.
Good girl, but there is always room for improvement, you will need to do that more often I think but then Debbie realised that Emma had stopped.
Debbie lifted Emma's head up and saw that she had passed out.
Chapter 8
Emma awoke in a cold dark room lying on an uncomfortable mattress, looking down she noticed was that she was naked.
Looking around the dark room, Emma was not impressed by her new surroundings
It was small, dingy little room that contained a rotten looking wardrobe next to a cracked window covered in filth.
To side of the mattress was a small chair which had all her clothes piled up on it.
Oh very classy, who lives in a house like this she said very sarcastically to no one.
Getting up off the mattress, Emma found her perfect little body was stuck to it.
She peeled herself off the mattress, stood up and looked down at it.
Oh that’s just wrong! Emma said out loud.
The mattress was as filthy and old as the room, covered in stains and grime. It made Emma's body shake to think that she had been lying down on that thing.
She was reaching for her clothes when she started to feel uncomfortable sensation around her pussy; it was a bad itching sensation all over her crotch.
Emma's hand shot down to her crotch and was scratching hard.
Damn, why wont it stop....fucking mattress has given me flees...its really irritating.
The door opened and Debbie walked in to the sight of Emma scratching furiously at her pussy.
You just cant stop touching yourself can you little Em?
I'm not touching myself Mistress, I can’t stop scratching...its unbearable..
Oh dear, I wonder what have you done to yourself Em?
Please help me Mistress...Its really irritating...
I know dear, hazards of the job I'm afraid.
What hazards, It flees from this mattress....isn’t it?...
No my little whore, you have caught crabs I'm afraid, probably from Old John or could have been your girlfriend but the little basterds do love pubic hair and I bet that they are loving your expensive pussy right now.
Oh my god, I cant have crabs...I have never had them....please Mistress, help me get rid of them...I will do anything...please make them stop...
Debbie smiled, knowing full well where she got the crabs from, Emma never did ask where the yellow thong and hot pants, just thought that she deserved to be given clothes when she demanded them.
Debbie had retrieved the clothes off fellow prostitute who lived in the flat next to Debbie, The poor girl caught them from a customer the other day and had not had chance to throw them out.
When Debbie asked for the clothes and explained who that they were for a bitch who needed to be taught a lesson the girl happily handed them over and donated the t-shirt and sandals as well.
Debbie did consider that the lesbian who had paid for a session with Emma would catch them too but after what the woman did some of Debbie’s friends on the street as well as the blame could only be traced back to Emma she did not care at all.
Debbie’s mobile phone started to ring, she looked at the display and smiled, it was Randy.
Stop scratching, stand still and put your hands behind your head little Em, I think that you will want to hear this.
Emma stopped and assumed the position but the uncomfortable sensation did not, it was driving her nuts.
Hi Randy how’s it going?....they had a good night.....fantastic....back to his place....wow....Chris was a gentleman.....coming back in the morning with clothes for her.....I guess your right......oh I am sure she wont mind at all.....goodnight Randy.
Chris took Tracy home with him, they had a fantastic night you know but there is bad news.
You will have to stay here tonight and Chris will bring you some clothes in the morning, you still have work to go to little Em.
Yes Mistress, Emma said in defeat.
I am still full of energy you know so I think that a little fun is in order, just to help me sleep better.
You will now lie down on your new bed face up but you will keep your hands on the back of your head.
As Emma lay down, Debbie got on top of her with Debbie pussy directly above Emma's face.
I think that you know what to do little Em.
Emma looked at the saggy and now smelly old pussy in front of her face but the implanted urges took over, Emma's tongue went to work licking the pussy in long fast strokes.
Debbie’s wetness was already flowing making Emma’s mouth slick with her juices.
Debbie started to rock back and forth, the sensations driving her wild, loving having this bitch eat her out.
Debbie’s hands grabbed Emma's head and held it tighter into her pussy, forcing Emma's tongue into it as deep as she could go.
Debbie cum straight away but held Emma’s head they’re for a second and third orgasm, getting up off her, her legs were shaking and unsteady.
Go to sleep little Em, you have a big day tomorrow.
Debbie stumbled out of the room, leaving a now sleeping Emma with Debbie’s juice all over her face and a pussy full of crabs.
Chapter 8
Chris pulled up to alley in his silver Aston martin DB9S with Tracy in the driver's seat wearing one of Emma's power suit outfits.
Chris had the most amazing night of his life with Tracy and didn’t want it to end; He had made a very tough decision last night and need to speak to Randy first before anything could be done.
Are you sure that its ok to wear these clothes babe, Tracy did not like the idea of wearing someone else's property but Chris had told her the Emma left them there when she walked out on him months ago and as he paid for them, they her his to do with as he pleases.
Chris got out his car, carrying the clothes as requested by Randy last night but asked Tracy to stay in the car for a moment "so it doesn’t get stolen".
Randy was waiting for Chris as he turned the corner into the alley.
Hi Chris, you look tired, had a good time last night I take it?
The best of my life, thanks to you Randy, here's the bag with her clothes, not much to give her really but more than she deserves....am I right that she's took over Tracy's old job...I mean as a.... prostitute?
Yes Chris, she has been working the streets and from what I hear she hates every second of it.
Good, still nothing really changes does it, I mean, she's still using for body to get what she wants out of men.
From what I hear women as well Chris, Randy said with a laugh.
No, Really, sorry, getting off track, I really need to speak to you about something that’s on my mind but I don’t know if it’s "really" what’s on my mind or if its something that you put there.
I like your honesty Chris, not many would question what I did but I can see that you need to know, here is the truth.
There are no other commands in your head apart from the ones that you already know about.
Ok, thanks said a relived Chris, I do like Tracy...a lot...but we both know to make this work we both need to fall in love for real....not this forced command lifestyle...I don’t care at all now about Emma, I really couldn’t care less what happens to her now but I do care about Tracy, let us go and I promise that it will work between us.
You know that Tracy would not let us get away with this Chris, she would do everything she could to give Emma her life back...I did this to save her from herself.
I know Randy, that’s why I want you to leave just one command left in her head....just one and only the one...she doesn’t remember Emma..ever, I will tell her the truth that me and Emma had a failed relationship, that’s all she will need to know.
Randy thought for a moment, trying to see a way to make it work.
There's a lot of loose ends Chris, Emma's job, family, friends, her life in general, People will miss her.
Not really Randy, she has not spoken to her family in years, doesn’t really have any friends that would notice that she's gone her let alone search for her and I have an idea about the job.
What's the idea Chris? Randy was impressed and a little curious about what he had planned.
Tracy's going to take over Emma's job, its not like Emma made friends at the office and I will move Tracy up to my office where we could run the whole department together, any time there’s a need for someone to handle the face to face issues at the office I will do it, lets be honest its not like Emma came into the office very often or for very long in between shopping and various beauty treatments and any other bullshit excuse not to see me. She has her own place so you can send her there when your done doing whatever it is your doing to her.
This could work Chris, Where's Tracy and lets do this thing.
Randy took the ruby out of his pocket and unwrapped it out of the cloth that he kept it in and pointed it at Chris's face.
A bright light struck Chris and he felt his mind go blank.
Chris, You are free of all the effects of this ruby, you will never again be effected by it and all the commands given to you no longer apply....your free...wake up.
Chris blinked his eyes, coming back to his senses he looked directly at Randy and Randy looked back with an expectant expression.
Are you ok Chris, how do you feel?
I feel fine...nothings changed inside..I still feel the same..
Would you like Emma back Chris?
Chris thought about it for a second, searching his feelings.
You know what Randy... I really don’t want her back...there is a perfect girl waiting for me in my car, why would I want anyone else.
Randy breathed out a sigh of relief
Cool man, cool...would you like to get Tracy and we can finish this thing.
Chris didn’t move, instead he reached into his pocked and pulled out a piece of paper and put out his hand in a motion to shake Randy's hand.
Randy took Chris hand and shook it hard, when Chris pulled his hand away he left the piece of paper in Randy’s hand.
Randy opened the piece of paper, it was a cheque for a huge amount of money, Randy just looked at it in total shock for over a minute before saying a word
What's this for Chris?
Its a thank you from me to you for saving me from that bitch and for getting me and Tracy together, the cash is for you to do something positive on these streets and help more people like Tracy.
Thank you man, really thank you, I have never seen so much money in my life.
No Randy, thank you, you deserve it and if you ever need anything, you know where I am.
Chris turned around and walked out of the alley and waved at Tracy to come to him, Tracy got out the car and walked towards Chris looking sexy as hell.
Chris wanted to jump her right there and then but had to control himself...for now.
Come with me babe, someone wants to see you, Chris said innocently.
As Tracy Turned the corner she was truck by a bright light the stopped her on the spot.
Tracy, your free of all commands said a very shaky Randy still recovering from Chris's gift.
Your never to remember meeting Emma Hankinson, she is no one, you will never want to meeting her, see or hear anything about her ever.
With that done Randy wrapped the ruby back in the cloth and put it in his pocket.
She will be ok in a few minutes, Got to make a move man, see you around Chris.
Take care Randy, don’t be a stranger.
You take care of her or I will be back Chris.
I will, I promise Randy.
Randy walked out the other end of the alley, leaving Chris and Tracy alone together.
Chris took Tracy’s hand and walked out of the alley, towards a better life together for both of them.
Chapter 9
Emma was woken up by heavy bag landing on her naked body.
Randy had just handed Debbie the bag and after going through it decided that the little princess needed waking up.
What’s going on, what’s this? cried Emma.
Your new clothes Em, your ex bought them round this morning.
this cant be all my clothes Mistress, I have wardrobes full of clothes and shoes, what’s going on?
Little Em, I think your ex's exact words were along the lines of "he paid for all of your clothes so he can do with them as he wants" I understand that he has given them all to Tracy said a smug Debbie.
NOOO, they are mine, how dare he! cried Emma.
Well while I am giving you bad news, I suppose I ought to give you it all little Em.
what can you possible say that’s worse than being dumped and losing all my clothes to a common whore cried Emma.
Well you have been fired and your job has been to the "common whore", guess you really were easy to replace.
he cant do that, no, he wouldn’t dare! I manage the whole department....he needs me...sobbed Emma.
Afraid not little Em, apparently there were very few people who knew what you actually did at the office and others had seen you around the office but thought that you were from another office visiting as you didn’t seem to stay very long, lied Debbie
Debbie was really enjoying princess Em's world being torn apart.
I have been through you bag to see what you had, I didn’t think that you would mind.
no Mistress (fucking cheeky bitch)
In the bag was a few old pairs of bra and panties, some stockings, a toilet bag which contained a lady shave razor and some shaving foam and some make up and hair products, a silver plastic tiara from an old fancy dress party (she went as a princess) and a pink and black lycra exercise outfit that she wore to the gym.
I think you have everything that you need said a still smug Debbie, Time for your shower.
Debbie opened the door to show Emma the bathroom, Emma didn’t think her heart could sink any lower until she saw this so called bathroom.
There was no bath, only a dirty shower cubicle with no shower curtain, a dirty cracked sink and a vile looking toilet, which was missing the toilet seat.
Hurry up Em; only use the cold water in the shower (yeah, like the hot water ever worked)
and you need to shave off all your pussy hair and make sure that from now on you never have any hair from your neck down.
Emma picked up her toilet bag, got into the shower and switched the cold water on. it was so cold, Emma’s couldn’t stop her hands from shaking while she washed wiped her hands over her shivering body and ran them through her hair.
Emma looked up and saw that Debbie had not let the bathroom, just standing there, watching Emma wash her body.
Don’t forget your pussy baby, you need to keep yourself nice and clean.
Emma's hands moved towards her pussy, rubbing herself, feeling herself getting horny.
Come one baby, do it properly, get in there and clean yourself.
Emma's fingers entered her pussy, letting a moan of pleasure escape her lips.
Stop that you filthy girl, just clean yourself not frig yourself Debbie shouted.
Emma's hands dropped away, leaving Emma's sex aching to cum.
Get your pussy shaved, you better keep a steady hand Debbie laughed.
Emma put some shaving foam in her hand and rubbed it all over pubic hair,
It cost me a fortune to keep herself neat and trimmed but now she's shaving it all off in a dirty shower for the pleasure of this dyke slut Emma raged inside.
The razor was sharp and got removed all of the hair in no time and used the showerhead to clean the foam away.
Debbie walked over and switched the shower off, and rubbed her hand all over Emma's now nude sex.
Very nice, you do good work little Em, stay there while I get you something to get rid of those pesky crabs and I will even get you something ready to wear.
Emma stood there shivering with cold and lust as Debbie walked away, unable to move. Water dripping down her naked body, her nipples standing out so hard that they hurt.
Her pussy on fire, her clit aching to be touched.
Emma caught her reflection in the broken mirror above the rotten sink, she looked a mess, a feeling of dread washed over her body thinking about what the old hag had in store for her today.
Debbie walked back and dropped a small towel on the floor.
Get dried off and get dressed, you have work to do slut, when your dressed come down stairs to me.
Debbie walked out the flat and walked down the stairs outside.
Emma dried off in the bathroom and walked into what passes for the bedroom, oh that’s just great Emma thought.
On the mattress was a small jar of cream, Emma's tiara, her lycra gym outfit and a pair of cheap old black ankle high boots. The gym outfit looked different as it was normally a one piece pink and black outfit which fitted her like a cut off scuba suit with a zipper at the front but now its legs were cut off around the crotch and arms were completely removed.
Emma looked all over mattress to find some panties and bra but there were none.
Great! Emma said out loud.
She started to feel the itching coming back around her crotch so she picked up the jar of cream and read the label
Apply only once a day to infected area
Caution: can cause skin to become sensitive.
Emma was desperate so she applied the large amount of cream to her crotch.
It felt so soothing to her irritated pussy but had to stop from rubbing to hard before she made herself even hornier than she already was.
She picked up the now obscene outfit and put it on but when she tried to pull the zipper up to the top it would only go half way up.
Emma looked down at the zipper and realised that Debbie must have broken the zipper so she couldn’t cover herself up, now the zipper only went to just under her breasts and the suit was so tight on her it threatened to expose Emma's tits at any moment.
Emma put on the cheap boots she hated from the moment she saw them and got to the door to leave but then she realised she had forgotten one thing, the tiara.
The tiara was part of an old fancy dress outfit that Emma wore to an office party, all she wore was a very short pink dress, pink high heels a very visible wonder bra, she flirted with Chris's dad, it worked well, within a week Emma was made manager of the department...well was manager...damn fucking whore.
She put the tiara on her head and pulled her hair into a pony tale and left the room to find Debbie.
As Emma walked down the long flight of stairs she felt couldn’t help feel her tits bouncing around under her outfit, to make matters worse her pussy which already felt sensitive thanks to the cream was rubbing against the lycra making her feel even more horny then it happened, her boobs burst out of the front of the outfit as she stepped on the bottom step and just as a two men were entering the building.
Emma froze where she was as the two men just stood there open mouthed, she reacted quickly and managed to force them back into the outfit and get passed the two shocked men.
Emma got outside and was looking for Debbie, she saw her at the end of the street talking on her phone, behind Emma one of the men followed Emma out of the building and down the street towards Debbie.
Debbie just finished talking on the phone when she saw Emma walking down the street towards her, oh my, what a sight she is Debbie thought. It looked like that outfit was sprayed on to her body and judging by how carefully she's walking I would say that it wouldn’t take a lot for her to fall out of it either.
Don’t you look precious little Em.
No Mistress, feel stupid and on display.
You practically walked naked everywhere for most of last night, why do you feel on display now?
I did feel like this last night but its worse now, I am totally hairless, my tits keep falling out and the outfits rubbing against my already sensitive pussy making me horny as hell, Emma pleaded.
Debbie couldn’t suppress a giggle at Emma's pathetic complaining.
Ok, lets put you on show little Em, come here and rest your back against this lamppost; I want you to put your hands around your back and around the lamppost.
I want you big tits pushing out, you are to smile and flirt with everyone.
Emma got in position around the lamppost, pushing her tight ass into the grove of the lamppost and pushing her chest out, praying that her tits would stay tucked inside of the outfit.
To be continued.
Once again, any thoughts, critics or comments are welcome.
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