finishing up

Tammy looked at Heather and Lisa. Lisa was shooting daggers from her eyes. She looked a bit silly with one eyebrow, though. Heather, on the other hand, hung her head in shame and humiliation. She looked totally ridiculous with only two tufts of hair on her head, no eyebrows, and "I [heart] cock!" tatooed across her forehead.

Tammy walked over to Heather. She carressed her smooth head then took the two remaining strands of hair and tied the ends together. She whispered something into Heather's ear. Heather then looked up with hatred towards Lisa.

Tammy walked over to a cabinet and opened it. It was full of sex toys. She took out a strap on with a dildo studded with rubber bumps. She walked over between the two women. "Well, well, well. Like I said, Heather here is useless. I've gotten her to betray her husband, and he'll be very pissed at her, so I'm guessing Heather here won't be going back to him. Now Lisa here is still valuable. I'm sure daddy will pay dearly to keep the video of his precious little daughter's humiliation from hitting the internet, not to mention a DVD of it being sent to every syndicate head between Atlantic City and Vegas, soooo since Lisa here did not hesitate one little bit when asked whose head should be shorn, hers or mommy's, I'm going to let mommy take out some frustrations on her bitchy little, stuck up, daughter."

Tammy had her henchmen free Heather then tossed her the strapon. Lisa was gagged and bent over a padded saw horse. She had her wrists secured to metal hoops in the floor and the spreader bar was secured to the floor as well. Tammy lubed up the strap on dildo and let Heather go at it.

Heather inserted the dildo up into her daughter, and grabbed the saw horse. She started thrusting away. "You...fucking...ungrateful...bitch!" She said during thrusts. "I made...sure you...had...everything! You...repay me...by...doing...this bitch's...dirty work...for her?!" She slapped her daughter's ass.

Lisa moaned and grunted into the gag as her mother fucked her cunt for a half an hour before giving in. Finally she pulled out. Tammy took the strap on and wiped the cum off with Lisa's hair.

"Bitch, eh?" said Tammy to Heather. "Put them out!"

The two henchmen approached with cloths soaked in cloroform.

Lisa awoke sometime later. Her head was held back. She had a ball gag in her mouth that was secured to something behind her. Moving her eyes back and forth, she realized she was in an incredibly rank, foul smelling port-a-potty. Her rectum and ass were on fire from the fucking and tattoos. She could not look down, but she realized she was naked except for some pair of shorts. She lifted her hands. She held a huge black dildo in one hand. It was at least 14 inches long. She tried to drop it, but it was stuck in her hand. She brought her other hand up and saw a long vibrator in it. She tried to drop that too, but it was also stuck. The door of the port-a-potty opened, and man looked in. "She's up!" he called over his shoulder.

The door opened all the way, and Tammy stood there. "Wakie wakie! Well, we're through here. I've sent a DVD of your humiliation video to your father with instructions that unless he wants his daughter humiliated for all the world to see, the area between the docks and the business district is now MY territory. I don't need you anymore. Your ass was quite red, so to prevent infection, we slathered antiseptic cream on your tattoos and put a diaper on you. Oh, and the same industrial strength adhesive that is holding that dildo and vibrator in your hands is also around the waistband and leg openings of that diaper!" Tammy laughed as Lisa gave her a furious look. "We're at one of your daddy's contstruction company's sites. The guards are incapacitated. We'll wrap up this port-a-potty with a big bow and put his name on it. It's three a.m., so the morning shift should be here in four hours. Enjoy the smell! Oh, for calling me a bitch, we dropped your **** mother off in the middle of the park wearing only a diaper and two pasties. Don't know what she'll do, and don't care, but don't expect to ever see her again." The door slammed shut.

Lisa tried her best to curse Tammy out through the ball gag. She smelled something acidic and metallic, and realized the door to the port-a-potty was being welded shut. She heard laughter then silence. She sat stewing and plotting ****.

Tammy went home and went to sleep. She slept until ten when she got up and got her morning briefing. It seems a politician was not playing ball when it came to appointing some of Tammy's boys to government jobs. She planned what to do.