Her Kitchen

… it was just her kitchen. No one was there except her and I.

“You should see the look on your face!” Said Ginger with a wicked grin.

Was she really mocking me for me being scared? For being terrified of whatever is about to or could happen to me? And being around someone who feels they can do whatever they want to me?

I almost had the nerve to speak but it quickly died as she started grabbing and massaging my right breast and I had to just focus on not breaking down or breaking her face.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. I said I would keep all of this from becoming public and that’s true. If you do everything I say there’s no reason either you or Penelope’s lives should be irreparably altered.”

Having a conversation while being groped might be a normal part of my life now. I started to feel my eyes water. She gave me an inquisitive eye and I felt like I had permission to speak.

“Just say Penelope’s going to be okay.”

“Penelope should be able to go on doing exactly whatever she wants without any concern, as long as you keep your mouth shut. Just know if you cross me, Steven is standing by with the pictures and video to be sent out if I don’t text him every hour or if I tell him to.”

Not sure if I could speak again, I just stood trying to hold my composure waiting for when, if ever, she would let go of my boob. I knew I had no recourse, even if I beat her up, which I probably could, Steven had the video too, and Penelope would suffer more than I am.

“You have really nice tits by the way. I’ve never felt any besides my own and I gotta say, I definitely understand the appeal.”

She gave me a look like she expected a response. Was I supposed to thank her?

“Um, thanks.”

“Anytime.” She said with that sadism she felt no need to hide.

She started playing with my left breast after another moment and I wondered if she intended to take this further. I knew I couldn’t say anything unless prompted and I knew Penelope needed me to just deal with this, no matter how degrading it felt. I could feel my nipples stiffening and I knew that at least physically this somehow felt pleasurable, which only made it worse.

“This is so much fun! I think you’re so much cuter naked and it means I can grab your fun bags whenever I want!”

I wanted to believe she wouldn’t show me off like this, she had given me some assurance, but it was hard to believe she wouldn’t.

“So you’re probably wondering what I expect. Why don’t you scrub my kitchen floor and while you do that I’ll fill you in.”

She let go of my breasts, went to her kitchen sink, and got me a sponge. I tried to calm down after both being groped and feeling unwanted arousal.

She then grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and placed it at my feet. She wanted to show me my place by making me do menial labor. I wasn’t like her, I never thought I was too good for chores. I did think it was highly demeaning to wash her floor while naked, but this wasn’t about me.

I looked around and her floor was immaculate so I didn’t even know where to scrub.

“Oh, it’s clean. We can fix that.”

She went to her fridge and grabbed a pitcher of lemonade and poured it on the ground without hesitation.

Still not allowed to speak I just did what I was told. I dropped to my hands and knees and she pulled up a chair right behind me to stare at my ass.

“Nice cheeks! Spread your legs a little wider for me, girl.”

I took a deep breath and spread my legs a little wider.

“Great! Now I can see some lip.”

I had to accept that she could do and say whatever she wanted, but my pussy wasn’t exactly my favorite conversation piece.

I tried to find a mantra to repeat in my head to find some kind of peace and just repeated it over and over: Penelope needs me to not kill her. Penelope needs me to not kill her. Penelope needs me to not kill her.

I started scrubbing to get it over with and she finally decided to clue me in on what she actually wanted.

“So here’s how it’s going to be…