Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 00:20:36 -0600
From: Leldon McLane
Subject: The Revelation of Roseshannon Chapter Three

This story contains graphic d/s scenes between women.  Do
not read if you are under legal age, or if such exposure
violates the community standards where you live, of if you
feel such material might offend your sensibilities.

The Revelation of Roseshannon
by Leldon McLane

CHAPTER THREE  Carnal Corruption

Roseshannon could barely believe that she had allowed her
daughter to do the things she did but her mind now was
plagued with thoughts of what to do about Robert finding out
about her aberrations. Before the wedding she had signed a
prenuptial agreement and divorce would leave her very nearly
destitute. She had bargained from a very weak position
against a host of lawyers that convinced her a refusal to
sign would only prove herself to be nothing but a fortune
hunter.

She went searching for Helga who might have some ideas about
what could be done. She finally found her in the kitchen.
Helga had Florence, the cook, bent over the table with her
skirt up over her back and her panties down to her knees.
She was swatting the big behind with a ping pong paddle and
Flo's bodice was undone as though Helga had been at her
large breasts. Whether to suck her titties or to pinch them
was a matter of conjecture but knowing Helga's mean streak,
Roseshannon concluded that she had been twisting her large
nipples.

"Ow, ow, Miz Helga. That's enough. All I did was overcook
your toast a tiny bit."

"I don't think two unrecognizable lumps of charcoal on a
plate qualifies as over cooked. Lean up a little higher and
spread those thick thighs so I can spank your big old pussy
some."

"Oh, Miz Helga, don't spank me on my pussy. I'm very
sensitive there."

"That's the idea. Your big ass is so well padded that it
just absorbs anything I do with this paddle and I doubt if
you feel a thing. Now show me some pussy or I'm going to
cram this paddle up your ass I don't mean handle first."

Flo stepped up on the low shelf of the table to raise her
ass and then she spread her thighs out as far as she could.
Her screams were rather loud as Helga spanked her between
her legs. Out of curiosity, Helga laid the paddle down and
inserted three fingers into the large cunt.

"Miz Helga, don't do me like that. I know you just want to
tease me `til I get all worked up and then I've got no where
to go with it." Flo pleaded as she squirmed against the
hand. Helga ignored her and tucked her thumb up into her
fingers and slid her hand in up to her knuckles. Flo was
panting heavily and threw one leg up on the table to give
the housekeeper more room. The hand slid in to the wrist and
Helga began rotating her wrist as the cook moaned in
delight.

"Do you want to suck my pussy?" Helga inquired.

"Miz Helga, why are you always after me to do that?  You
know I'm not que...I mean, hom'sexual. Why don't you go make
Denise do it or Miz Roseshannon, she's always sniffing
around your skirts, if not your armpits." Flo giggled.

"Now how would you know about that?"

"You been in the service long enough to know the walls have
ears. I imagine everyone in the county knows by now that
she's turned raging queer and will suck anything with a
slit. There's jokes about it. At the grocery store the other
day I was testing the weight of two cantaloupes when Miz
Green commented not to hold them too close together or
Roseshannon would be trying to get her tongue between them."

"I'm not surprised, with a wag tongue like you in the house.
If your tongue was as long up a pussy as it is over the
backyard fence, you'd have every woman in town lined up at
the door with her panties in her purse."

Remembering the cook's comment and the times she had got her
worked up and then left her, Helga kept twisting her wrist
in her pussy until Flo started heaving in a maxi-orgasm.

Deciding that the two had reached some kind of a conclusion
to their business, Roseshannon took a couple of steps inside
the kitchen and motioned for Helga to come and talk.  "I've
got to go, I'll be back to finish your spanking later."

"And you know how I'll be looking forward to that." Flo
mumbled, still prostrate on the table.

"What's on your mind?" Helga asked as she joined
Roseshannon, "Let's go into the study. Do you need a little
pussy or do you just want to suck on my titties?"

"I'd like to do either one but we need to talk about what we
can do if Robert finds out about us." Roseshannon said as
they entered the study.

"I think you mean `when' Robert finds out. We've been so
wrapped up in your kink that we haven't been very discreet.
From what Flo just said, he probably already knows. He'll
probably kick your ass out for being such a slut and me
along with you for being a little less than professional."

"Is there nothing we can do?"

"The only thing I know is to try to get him so involved in
your kink that he won't give a shit what the neighbors
think."

"Well, you can forget that. He's absolutely asexual. The
last time he touched me was nearly ten years ago. He doesn't
think about anything except his damn business deals."

"Not too long ago people were saying the same thing about
you, that you were concerned about nothing in this world but
your sports car and your Barbie-doll clothes collection."

"That's not a very nice thing to say about my wardrobe, its
a little uncalled for."

"I didn't say it, that's just what people were saying a few
weeks ago. Now they say you can't focus on anything for five
minutes that doesn't have a nipple or a slit."

Helga sat down in an easy chair, her dress rode up beyond
the tops of her nylons and Roseshannon lost most of her
concentration. She sat down on the floor at her feet and
looked up her dress longingly. "Well, I see your mind has
already wandered off the subject. You want to suck me off
while I think about our problems?"

Roseshannon did not have to be invited twice as she plunged
her head between those lithe thighs. "But what ...about your
...panties?"

"Just suck it through the panties, we're not trying to set a
world record for orgasms, we're just trying to keep you
occupied while I think!"

Roseshannon had to be content with sucking her pussy through
her panties and she did manage to curl her tongue around the
cloth occasionally and lick some delicious skin close to her
pussy lips. "You know, when Robert was a teenager, he was
far from the straight laced bastard he is today. I remember
one time my mother spanked me for no reason and Robert got
to watch. I still think he paid her to do it. He had his own
money, even then, from his grandma."

"Oh, Helga, you've let time play tricks on your memory.
What mother would punish her child for money?"

"Mine would. For a few dollars more, she would've poured gas
on my ass and lit it."

"She sounds like a monster."

"She was a Nazi, one of the youngest SS officers. She was a
member of Hitler Youth and rose rapidly in the ranks. She
was in charge of one of the camps, maybe because most of the
men were fighting the Russians. When the war ended, she
assumed the identity of one of the murdered prisoners and
came to America as a war refugee. Very late in her life, she
married a butler and became a housekeeper for the
Vanderwaters and I was born."

"Robert was partly raised by a Nazi war criminal? No wonder
he's so cold."

"Don't go laying all that at Mother's door. She lived in an
insane society and persecuting Jews was the key to success.
At the same time, Americans were rising to power by
oppressing the black population. The Germans were a little
more extreme but they lived in a more desperate situation
when it took a bushel basket of marks to buy a loaf of
bread. Besides, she completely raised me and I think I
turned out all right."

"Yeah, the glow from your warmth illuminates those around
you."

"Don't you start that sarcasm with me or I'll give you a
spanking. In fact, you've been working your tongue up under
my panties and I didn't give you permission to do that. Get
up here over my lap!"

Roseshannon hurriedly complied and Helga pulled her dress up
and complimented her for not wearing panties and then
proceeded to take out all her anger and frustration on
Roseshannon's submissive ass.

Suddenly she stopped. "You know if that little pervert paid
my mother to spank me, he didn't just outgrow that little
character flaw. He's got to be up to something on all these
long business trips. Maybe he doesn't bother you because
he's too tired or thinks you're too tame. We need to contact
a good private eye and find out what he's doing on those
trips."

"How do we do that?"

"You need to go into the city and look in the phone book or
ask around. You need to do it tomorrow."

"Well then, I will but you've got time to finish spanking
me."

Zeta was trying to study and ward off Ms Preston's concerted
efforts to get her panties off. She thought about the
contrast between the woman's appearance and her actions. A
woman who maintained the air of intense dignity and high
refinement necessary to her profession, she wore ultra
conservative clothes on her slim, but rather large-breasted
body, even affecting a girdle because `her mother did' and
to insure that her ass cheeks did not jiggle. Yet wherever
Zeta happened to be, Ms Preston was right beside her, trying
to get her hands up her skirt to play with her alluring,
girlish thighs. Or trying to get her hands down Zeta's
blouse to play with her budding breasts. Or, if standing,
she would try to hump her big woman's pussy against her
slim, girlish ass.

Zeta was very quick and stayed far ahead of other girls her
age in her studies, despite Ms Preston's efforts to distract
her. With a sound of disgust, Zeta roughly pushed Ms
Preston's hands out from under her skirt and stood up.
Abashed, the woman tried to retain a touch of dignity.
"Despite your constant insinuations, I do not spend every
waking moment trying to get my mouth on your sex. I just
don't see what it hurts if you open your thighs a little and
let me rub it some while you're studying."

"It's very distracting and now I have to pee." Zeta suddenly
looked at the woman with a new light in her eyes. The woman,
well aware of the lascivious thought in the girl's mind,
lowered her eyes to avoid direct contact. "Now there's
something you could do that would save me some time."

"No, don't ask me to let you do that to me. It's too nasty
to even consider."

In answer Zeta raised her skirt to her waist and lowered her
panties. She took one step and pushed her naked pussy into
the woman's face. "Could anything nasty come out of
something as beautiful as this little girl slit?"

"I don't see how it could." The woman agreed with some
resignation.

"Get down on your knees with your mouth and your throat wide
open."

"Darling, I just can't let you do that to me."

"All right, I'll just tell my mother that you asked me if
you could. Maybe your replacement won't be so squeamish."

"Okay, I'll let you. But please go slow and don't get my
blouse wet." The woman surrendered and kneeled down in front
of the girl.

"I don't care if I get your blouse wet. Then you could spend
some time getting it washed and dried.  While you waited, I
could be pinching your big titties or maybe I could try my
new nipple clamps."

"No, I won't spill any." Ms Preston said as she placed her
mouth in a tight seal around the young slit.

Early the next morning, Roseshannon finished her shower and
was standing naked in her closet, unable to decide upon an
outfit. Her sense of fashion had been all but destroyed by
Helga's unkind comment about her Barbie-doll collection.
Until then she had an exaggerated confidence in her own good
tastes and now could not make up her mind at all.

Helga, impatient with the delay, came in and grabbed a
slinky black silk dress and pulled the woman from the huge
closet. She whipped the dress over Roseshannon's head and
began to button the back.  "What about my underwear?"

"You won't need it and you might get a chance to use this
fantastic body to insure the cooperation of the detective.
And I expect you to use any means available to get the
quickest and best job done. Our future in this house depends
on it. You will be confident and seductive and you will not
be denied."

"Yes Ma'am",  the woman replied meekly. Helga helped with
the dryer to curl her long, tawny hair into a stunning
style. She even helped with her make-up, applying much more
than Roseshannon normally used. Dealing with a detective who
might be used to whores was her justification.

Across the long stretch of deserted road, Roseshannon was
thrilled to see the flashing lights of a patrol car in her
rear view mirror. Her speedometer showed only fifty-five so
she knew it was her favorite policewoman stopping her. She
clenched her thighs and pussy lips together as she saw
Shirley in her side mirror, strolling boldly towards her
parked car, her hands undoing the top buttons of her uniform
blouse.

She pulled her blouse apart as she thrust her huge bra-
covered breasts into the car and Roseshannon began
immediately licking her cleavage. "Well, that's a much
better attitude than the last time I stopped you. But wait
just a minute, let me get them out of my bra before you chew
a hole in it. I've never seen a grown woman so hungry for a
titty. I'm scared to let you at my pussy. Especially since I
haven't seen a rest room clean enough to use since I've been
out here."

"You can't make me do anything nasty, I was only doing fifty-
five."

"Honey, speeding isn't the only law on the books. There are
other things you can be arrested for. Indecent exposure, for
example, open your legs and let me see if you're wearing
your panties." Roseshannon complied, also hiking her dress
up and uttered a low moan of pleasure when Shirley's fingers
slid under her dress and curled up into her cunt.

"Well, that's a second offense," she said as she continued
to fondle the bare pussy, "I'm going to have to take you
downtown. There are some brutal, cunt-starved dykes down
there who would pay me a lot of money to bring in a prissy
little pussy like you."

"And I would pay you also if you did, but not today, I have
urgent business in the city. Besides, why is there a law
against not wearing your panties?"

"Are you kidding? If every woman went around without her
panties, she'd be much less inhibited and more sexual.
Everyone would be more satisfied and less frustrated. You,
of all people, should know the power of a naked pussy."

"I see the problem, in such a contented society, there might
be little need for a police force. I better get out and take
a spanking before you end up unemployed and destitute."

"You'll get a spanking all right but first, I need to piss
in your mouth."

"You know you can do that to me if you want to but please
don't get any on my clothes. I do have to go into the city
or else I would have never ventured out here where I could
fall into your evil clutches."

"I'll let it out real slow and you can swallow fast. I still
can't believe a woman of your looks and class would let
another woman do that to you.  You must be the most
perverted female on the planet."

"Oh, I hope so." Roseshannon said as she opened her car
door, "I wish we had a more private place to go. Passersby
might get a little disgusted if they see what you are doing
to me."

"There is a sleazy little motel up the road a piece, but my
uniform would make me very conspicuous."

"I have a thigh length coat in the back seat. You could take
your pants off and it would look like you just had on a
short skirt."

"There's an abandoned service station just before the motel.
I could park my cruiser behind it."

After getting into the car, Shirley took her uniform pants
off and Roseshannon immediately stopped the car, pushed her
thighs apart and leaned over her lap to suck her pussy
through her panties.

"We've got to go now, or I'm going to piss all over your
car."

Inside the motel, Roseshannon pulled off her dress and was
completely nude as Shirley led her into the bathroom. Helga
and Zeta had both pissed in her mouth but always sort of non
consensual, at the height of passion. This was the first
time she had ever entered a bathroom with a woman for that
expressed purpose and she felt very strange, very humiliated
and degraded, and her desire raged like an inferno in her
loins. Shirley wore only her blouse and she stripped it off
and sat down with her legs spread wide. "Hurry up and get
your mouth down here, get a tight seal because I can't wait
any longer."

The fountain had already started to gush by the time
Roseshannon got on her knees and got her face between the
widespread thighs. She opened her mouth and pushed her face
closer until her mouth sealed off Shirley's pussy and she
began to suck and swallow as fast as she could. After the
gush had diminished to a slow trickle, Roseshannon cleaned
Shirley's pussy with her tongue. Shirley lifted her legs
over Roseshannon's shoulders and placed her feet on her back
to lift her hips so her asshole could be swabbed dry also.

"Are you still going to spank me?"

"Just so I won't lose my job. Climb over my lap with your
pussy right on top of mine and we'll rub our pussies
together while I spank you." Roseshannon complied with her
hormones raging and the contact of their pussies sent her
right over the wall.

After they dressed, Shirley still without her pants, her
gorgeous legs peeping out from under the coat, Roseshannon
couldn't stand the sexy sight. She just had to drop down on
her knees and suck the policewoman's pussy one more time. On
the way back to the cruiser, Shirley told her the best
private eye in the city was Lana Spillane.

"She was a captain in military intelligence before she got
caught with her hand up a lieutenant's skirt. She then
started a P.I. service and she has the latest technology
along with highly unauthorized access to data banks that
legitimate detectives would give anything to have."

"Well, if she got caught with her hand up a lieutenant's
skirt, she'll probably expect me to suck her pussy."

"You can only hope. Women are lined up at her office trying
to think of an excuse to use her service. One woman had her
husband investigated three times for sexual misadventures
and he was a quadriplegic."

Roseshannon found the building and the floor where
Spillane's offices were located and when she entered she
found a stunningly beautiful woman serving as a
receptionist. The office was deserted except for her and she
asked to see Ms Spillane.

"Well, Sweetie, for someone as gorgeous as you, I'll move
heaven and earth and I can get you in a week from next
Thursday. Will that be convenient?" The receptionist replied
confidently, but her eyes wandered down to Roseshannon's
fabulous thighs and her tongue seemed too large for her
mouth as it swung back and forth across her luscious lips.

Roseshannon recognized the signs of a submissive, she'd seen
them often enough in the mirror. Her resolve steeled by her
desperation, she came around the desk and lifted her skirt
high enough to reveal her delectable, panty free pussy, "You
look like you'd be more comfortable on your knees."

"You've got a hell of a nerve. But, luckily you caught me in
a weak moment." Sally said as she slid off her chair and
down to her knees. "This is a beautiful dress but it would
look so much better up around your waist. Let me work it up
over your hips. Oh, your hips just curve out and out. I'll
bet your ass is the same way, I can't wait to lick it. I
just love to lick curvy, rounded asses. Let me suck you off
and then let me lick your ass, I'll even do your asshole.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd like for you to do something with your tongue besides
letting it flap uselessly in the wind. Yes, that's good.
Push it up in there, Uhh, yes. You are an excellent
cuntsucker."

After a couple of exquisite orgasms, Sally said, "Spread
your thighs a little and roll your hips up, let me get some
of that stuff that's flowed down into your ass. Spread your
cheeks, let me get my tongue up there."

"No." Roseshannon steeled her determination and clenched her
asscheeks together. "Get me in to see Lana and then I will
bend over for you and let you have all your want of my
luscious ass."

"I think I can talk her into it when I describe to her your
magnificent breasts, your taut stomach, your stunning ass,
your gorgeous thighs and adorable pussy. Take your dress off
and let me see everything so I can describe it all to her."

"You've seen enough.  I'll take my dress off when I'm in
front of her and she will know you have not exaggerated. Now
get in there and get me in." She grabbed Sally by her hair
and pulled her towards Lana's office.

Sally knocked and entered. Inside she told Lana there was
someone outside she should see. After describing
Roseshannon's fantastic body, she played her trump card,
"And you had better watch yourself. She may put you on your
knees like you do me and every other female you've ever
fancied."

The confidence with which Sally extolled the woman's
charismatic charm sent a tingle of apprehension through
Lana, would she finally meet the woman she had searched for
all her life, the woman who could put her where she
belonged, on her knees? "Bring her in and you stay. Enter
whatever business she has in the computer. Then you can
watch while I draw her over my lap and blister her luscious
ass, just like all the rest."

"We shall see. I'm willing to bet a week-end of slavery that
she dominates you."

"Don't be silly. You're already my slave any week-end I
choose. Go get her!" Sally left to bring Roseshannon into
the office.

Roseshannon took a few minutes to give the details of the
investigation she wanted, all the pertinent information
which Sally entered into the computer. Then she walked to
the center of the room and removed her dress. Her
breathtaking beauty pervaded the room and drove Sally to her
knees in awe. Impervious, Lana walked over to Roseshannon,
raised her skirt to reveal her own gorgeous thighs.
Roseshannon tried to maintain her aura of dominance but her
eyes betrayed her, her eyes could not keep from glancing at
Lana's lovely legs. When Lana reached out her hand,
Roseshannon all but seized it and when Lana took a seat in a
straight backed chair, a gentle pull indicated she wanted
Roseshannon to lay herself across her waiting lap.
Abandoning her pretense, Roseshannon complied, spreading her
thighs and arching her back. Lana began spanking her ass but
soon moved her blows down to the pussy that yearned for
pain.

"Oh, how could you, Ms Vanderwaters, how could you submit to
her so easily?" Sally cried.

When the spanking was over, Roseshannon knelt between Lana's
perfect thighs and expressed her gratitude for the wonderful
whipping. Then Lana sat at the computer as Roseshannon posed
naked beside her. When her hand was not busy with the
computer, she would idly reach up to Roseshannon's cleft and
slide a finger between the puffy folds and make the woman
moan in prolonged arousal. Sally was placed under the desk
with her face between Lana's thighs to make sure her own
arousal was not too prolonged.

In less than an hour, Lana showed her a printout of the
results of her investigation and a smile spread across
Roseshannon's face that lit up the entire room. She danced
naked around the room and then knelt and pushed Sally away
from Lana's pussy so she could really show her gratitude.
Sally urged Lana to roll up on her hip and cock one leg up
on the desk and contented herself with the curvaceous cheeks
of Lana's fantastic ass. Afterwards, Roseshannon inquired
about the fee and then paid it double for good measure.

"I think I need to spend a little more time on this case.
I'd love to meet your sultry housekeeper and your delicious
daughter."

"Why don't you take a three day week-end and visit with us?
I could play with your pussy all the way there and I would
gladly bring you back Sunday night or Monday morning."
Roseshannon squealed with excitement.

"So you could play with my pussy some more?"

"Exactly."

Roseshannon paid the exorbitant ransom to get her car from
the parking lot, then drove Lana by her apartment to pick up
a few things for the week-end.  While in Lana's apartment,
she made very little effort to keep her hands to herself.
Every time Lana came to a stop, Roseshannon would be behind
her rubbing her ass or grabbing her breasts. Lana decided
against needing anything from the bottom drawers for fear of
bending over in front of Roseshannon.

Back in the car, Lana decided to drive since she was afraid
Roseshannon would not be able to concentrate. Until reaching
the edge of the city, Roseshannon was the soul of restraint
and only needed her face slapped three times to keep herself
on her side of the car.

On the Interstate, Roseshannon lost most of her control and
was laying face down in the seat with her head in Lana's lap
and her hands up under her skirt. "At least let me take your
panties off so I can look at it." She whined. Finally as
traffic thinned enough, Lana raised her hips so her panties
could be pulled off. She put the car on cruise control and
was able to spread her legs enough for Roseshannon to get
her mouth on her pussy but she could not quite get inside.

When they reached the long, deserted road, Lana suddenly saw
the flashing lights of a patrol car in her rear view mirror
and pushed Roseshannon's head away in alarm. "Get up and get
your clothes straightened! There's a cop on our tail!"

Roseshannon was pleased but not surprised to see Shirley
lean in through the driver's side after they stopped. "what
do you have here?  A new addition to your pimp's stable?"
Shirley asked Roseshannon.

"Have you ever heard of Robert Vanderwaters?"  Lana
interjected.

"Of course, he owns most of this county."

"And do you always speak so familiarly to his wife?"

"You're his wife?"

"No, you were not speaking to me, you were speaking about me
to Ms Roseshannon Vanderwaters."

"Oh, shit, my ass is grass."

"And I'm an excellent lawnmower." Lana smirked.

"Don't be silly."  Roseshannon said, "You didn't do anything
to me that I didn't want more of done." Then she became
anxious to see the clash between these two powerful
dominants. "I'm having a little party tonight, Shirley, do
you think you can make it?"

"Sure I can. I've already harassed enough honest citizens
today."

"Well, you don't need to climb into the car with us." Lana
stated in an effort to curb the policewoman's enthusiasm.
"Why don't you go home if you have one, take a long shower
and use the soap, then wear something feminine, you know,
clothes that you normally see women wearing?"

"Roseshannon, if it were anyone but you, I'd run this tart-
tongued bitch is for association with a known deviate. The
dykes would go ape over this little bit of fluff."

"Well, if you have some knee pads, you better bring them
because you're going to spend most of the evening sucking
the pussy and ass of this bit of fluff."

"I don't have any but all my girlfriends do. I'll borrow a
pair and bring them for you to use." Shirley said as she
leaned into the car right in Lana's face.

Since Robert lived so out of the way, he had special
business cards made up with a map on the back. Roseshannon
grabbed one of these from her purse and pressed it into
Shirley's hand that had become a clenched fist hanging over
the steering wheel during the face off. "Here's directions
to find our place, Shirley, please leave so you can get
there as quickly as possible."

Shirley stepped back from the car, muttering through
clenched teeth as Lana threw the powerful sports car in gear
and sped off, spraying pea gravel all over the policewoman.

"You're so upset." Roseshannon said soothingly, "why don't
you pull over somewhere and let me suck you off a few times
to calm you down?"

"I am going to pull over and then beat your ass for inviting
that arrogant bitch to your home. That will calm me down."

Roseshannon just clenched her thighs and pussy lips in eager
anticipation.