ENF Humiliation

Natali steps forward and walks around the back of the terrified maid, looking her up and down. Caitlin stands there in her frilly black and white french maid outfit, dreading what was about to happen.

"Look at you...in that get up. You look ridiculous." Natali sneers.

"It's what Vincent...."

"Shut your mouth whore." Natali snaps. "You'll talk if I ask you to."

Caitlin nods rapidly, her eyes pleading to you to get her out of this. For your part you were now very much interested to see what Natali had in mind. You step over to her desk and spin the chair around, taking a front row seat for whatever was about to happen.

The Russian reaches up and takes the little ruffled lace headpiece off and tosses it to the side.

"Look at you. If you had an ounce of pride or class you'd never wear such a demeaning outfit." Caitlin nods again, hoping to just get this over with. "But pride and class doesn't describe you does it? No...you're just a whore. A thieving whore at that." Again Caitlin nods.

"I want to see what my husband saw in you." She pauses a moment. "Take off your shoes." Natali orders. The maid slips them off and they are kicked to the side. Her toes wiggle with nervous energy. "Now those ridiculous gloves." Caitlin peels the long white cloth gloves off of her pale fleshy arms and grips them. Natali rips them from her grasp and throws them to the floor. Taking Caitlin's hands she inspects them. "Just what I thought, the hands of a peasant." Her Russian accent somehow making that statement seem more authentic. "Not soft like my hands, yes?" Caitlin nods, tears again welling up in her emerald eyes.

"Don't cry." Commands Natali. "Whores get no sympathy." Natali wipes the tears off of the near cheek, mascara and makeup smearing. Caitlin swallows hard and blinks the tears away. "Painted up like a whore too."

Walking around behind her Natali unties the little half apron and slips it off her waist. She begins feeling Caitlins thighs and midsection through her clothes. She hums in disappointment. "Nothing special under there is there? We'll see soon enough."

Again Caitlin looks at you with pleading eyes. You just lean back and put your feet up.

Pulling up the woman's frilly skirt Natali exposes the top of the long stockings, the garter belt, and the lacy black panties beneath. Heading back around to the front Natali kneels down, grabs the top of the stockings, and jerks down hard and fast. You hear fabric tear and see Caitlin stagger from the **** of it. Natali continues, literally ripping the sheer stockings from the woman's body. Her doughy white legs revealed.

Natali scoffs. "Look at those pudgy stumps." Standing next to her she continues to hold the maid's skirt up high as she pulls her own long skirt up and steps out to reveal her long shapely leg. While Caitlin was undeniably sexy in her own way Natali's body was simply on a different level. It was the reason why she was the trophy wife and Caitlin was the maid. Natali looks at you. "Well?" She asks.

"No comparison." You respond, the words landing like a hammer blow to Caitlin.

Natali laughs, "Of course." Turning to stand over her, Natali being a bit taller, your wife begins untying and unlacing the front of the one piece knee length black and white skirt. She stares her husband's mistress with a frightening intensity, daring the other woman to look back at her. For her part Caitlin just stares off in the distance.

Natali begins wrenching and pulling on the skirt, unceremoniously yanking it down off the younger woman. It gets stuck at her wide hips. Natali tugs some more of the laces free from the eyelets then, as soon as its loose enough heaves it down to her ankles. Caitlin steps out of it as Natali pulls it away and tosses it.

Caitlin stands there. Now just in her bra, panties, and garter belt; the shredded fragments of stocking still hanging from it. You see a sun inspired tattoo design around her belly button. Her big boobs were barely contained by the tight bra, being **** up and together for maximum cleavage. She was curvy and voluptuous. She carried some fat on her, but it worked for her build. She was sexy in the manner of a hometown hottie or the winner of a wet t-shirt contest. Good looking in a natural everyday sort of way.

Natali steps back and shakes her head. "Tsk tsk tsk. That is a disappointment." She begins pressing into various parts of Caitlins body with her fingers. Her arm, her thigh, her stomach, her ass. "Soft...flabby...doughy..." A she gets around to the back she stops as if noticing something. She undoes the garter and tosses it off. Looking just above the ass she says, "She's got another one back here. Another tramp stamp. I should have known. It's what a whore would have, and you are no doubt a worthless common whore."

Looking over to you she asks, "What did you ever see in this...thing?"

Playing along you respond, "She was just a bit of fun. Good for a quickie now and then."

Caitlin flinches at your words.

"Yuck. Where did you ever find such a gutter slut?" She berates.

You and Natali look Caitlin over for a long time. As the minutes tick by you can tell the maid is getting more and more self conscious. She shifts from leg to leg, her fingers rub her sweaty palms, she swallows hard even though her mouth is dry. "C-can I..." Natali shushes her with a finger. Touching Caitlins shoulder she leads her to slowly spin around in a circle, showing off all the angles. You see the moon themed tattoo at the base of her spine. Her wide round ass hugged snugly by her black lace panties. Coming back around to face front once more Natali is behind her.

"Ugh. Well, we may as well see the rest of it." Natali says. She begins wrenching and yanking at the back of the bra furiously, Caitlin being thrown forward and back, her breasts squeezing even more from the action. You hear the clasp snap, reaching to the front Natali tears the bra from her in a quick violent motion. Her huge tits spring free, they bounce around and jiggle before finally hanging down and coming to rest. They were big, sagging, full. They were just slightly unsymmetrical, the left hanging just a smidgen lower than the right. Her nipples were wide flat and brown and a small black mole was on the outside of the right tit.

Natali strolls around to the front once more. "Ew." She says in disgust as she lifts the left breast in her hand. It fills her hand and more, melting down over and around the palm. She squeezes it a few times then drops it like it was diseased. "Look at those sagging udders. You are fucking...disgusting."

Try as she might to hold them back tears were welling up once more in her eyes. Mascara streaking down her cheeks. She whispers, "Please stop."

Natali slaps her face. "Not yet whore, not yet. I want to see that ragged old cunt!" Stepping back she says. "Take them off!"

Caitlin trembles, tears flowing, her left cheek pink from the slap. She grabs the edge of her panties and slides them down to the ground. Kicking them to the side she stands back up. Her bush is thick and as red as her hair, it's been trimmed around the edges to clean it up but it was still full and furry.

She stands there, totally nude as the two of you inspect her every detail. She is shivering a bit.

Shaking her head in disgust Natali finally says. "You'd need a machete to find yourself through that mess. I think I can smell it from here. Okay...let's get this over with before I wretch...sit on the bed. Open your legs, whore."

Caitlin does so obediently, you see the pink folds of her pussy open up to the room.

"Oh fuck..." Natali gags. "...I'm fucking done. Your cunt looks and smells like a baboon's ass! Get up you ugly whore."

Caitlin stands back up, desperately wanting to cover herself with something. Natali spins on her heel. She looks at you as she leaves the room, "You deal with this." She says. "And I want my stuff back!" She stomps out of the room. You hear her storm down the hall and down the stairs.

Caitlin is now weeping. "I'm sorry Vincent! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have stolen!" She is blubbering.

"Calm down Caitlin. You're right, you shouldn't have stolen. Especially from Natali." You stand an arm's length away from her.

She looks up at you. "So it's really over then? Us I mean?"

You nod. "Yes Caitlin."

She sobs.

"But...I'd still like to keep you around. There is a person I want you to meet..."

From behind you a silky smooth voice asks. "Is this the one?"

You jump and turn around. Soo-yin stands in the doorway, back in black leathers and carrying a large backpack. A black shiny full face motorcycle helmet in her hand. Caitlin looks at her confused as to what was going on.

"Jesus! You scared me half to ****!" You say. "How did you get in here?"

The assassin smiles. "I let myself in. That business...it's done."

You are surprised. "That was fast."

"Well...when you hire the best..." she leaves the sentiment unfinished. "So...is this the one?"

"Uh...yeah. Yeah she is." You nod as you look back to the embarrassed and baffled maid. "Caitlin, this is..."

Soo-yin interupts. "Don't worry about the introductions, I'll take it from here."

She tosses her helmet and backpack on the bed, then reaches out and strokes the maids shoulder with her leather gloved hand.