The Making of a Whore : Part 2

And yet when the delivery man arrived, Katie found herself, with much excitement, signing for the package, and taking delivery of a small box. She said to herself that she was just curious to see what the General had sent her to wear. She would open the box, examine the items, throw them away and, when the General arrived, she would have disobeyed his order and that would be that. Game over.

When she opened the box, inside she found what looked like a female army officer's uniform. But of course it was an army officer's uniform with a difference. She found a plain, brown skirt which did not look anyway near army regulation since it was way too short; a simple plain, white cotton shirt which, even for Katie's slender figure, looked far too tight; a regular plain brown army jacket which, pinned to it, was a badge indicating that this was an officer's uniform (not that she knew but she was dressing up as a captain); and finally there was a round brown hat worn by the British army officer corp.

In addition to the uniform, unsurprisingly, the General had included underwear that he required her to wear. Although it could not possibly be regular army issue for there were a pair of brown stockings, white suspenders and a white g-string. Katie carefully looked for a bra. There was none. Her nipples got harder.

Finally, there was a pair of ludicrously high, black patent ankle strap heels. The stiletto was at least 5 inches in height.

The General wanted her to dress up as a sexy, slutty army officer. He had mentioned that she would be attending a meeting with him where, no doubt, there would be other army officers. Clearly he wanted to show off her young, tight body to these men so they could ogle over it and, no doubt, she would be asked to do other things, other nasty things with them. Her pussy got wet just at the prospect.

Katie desperately tried to shake herself out of this stupor. She was not going to dress up like this for the General. She had just wanted to see what was in the box. There was no way she was going to put on what was, admittedly, a stunningly slutty outfit. She was just going to finish her cup of tea, throw out the outfit, and that would be that. Game well and truly over.

Any yet at 11:55am, there stood Katie in front of her bedroom mirror, showered, hair and make up done and wearing exactly what the General had ordered.

As she had suspected, her skirt was way too short, for the army or otherwise. It barely covered her beautiful little arse, especially with the high heels she was being asked to wear. These had the effect of raising her bottom and skirt up even further and any time she took a step forward, she found that her skirt would flap up and reveal the tops of her brown stockings, white suspenders and the beautiful creamy innocent flesh above. Her shirt was naturally too tight and the material too transparent.

Her big naked tits were bursting and, the fact that she was not wearing a bra, made her tits and nipples (which were of course erect) visible to everyone. By her own volition she had elected not to do up the top two buttons which allowed more of her delicious cleavage to be on display. The plain brown army jacket had two low buttons which meant that, when she put it on, all of her cleavage was still visible.

The hat of a female officer was probably the only authentic item of army clothing and it was a nice touch since it did make her look like an army officer, albeit a horny, slutty one. With her blonde hair neatly tied up in a bob, and her lips red with lipstick, she looked as sexy as she did that day when she was forced to dress up as a schoolgirl.

And as she admired how hot and slutty she looked, she heard a car pull up in her driveway. It was 12 pm. She walked over to the mirror and looked down. A black Bentley had drawn up and it was reversing into the driveway. The General had arrived.

Of course, she did not have to go down and drive off with him, she told herself. True, she had remained at home, taken delivery of the package and dressed as ordered. But she did not need to go outside and step into the General's car. If she remained inside, she would be safe, her marriage would survive and this depraved, sexual world that she had previously experienced (and so enjoyed) would be over. Forever.

It was what she wanted. Wasn't it?

For a couple of minutes she just stared out of the window looking down at the car. She waited to see if anyone would get out and knock on the front door for her. But nothing happened. The General was clearly waiting to see if she would go out and join him. He was truly leaving it up to her to decide her own fate and not applying any further pressure. She realised that he was being supremely arrogant, assuming that she would come down, assuming that she would dress up like this for him, assuming she would be his whore...

How long would he give her before he left, she wondered? Another minute or so passed, and still nothing. Katie remained routed to the spot, staring down at the Bentley. The expensive carriage below symbolised a journey to an unknown destination; a destination which, in all probability, would end up with her performing her duties as a whore. Was this really her destiny, she wondered?

She moved away from the window and again looked at herself in the mirror. There she saw a beautiful, horny, hot slut. But she also saw a wife who did so love her husband, and loved him deeply. She desperately wanted to now be faithful to him and she had, when she woke up this morning, every intention of being that faithful, loving wife. But now, looking down at the General's car, dressed as he had ordered, with her pussy soaking wet, her big fat nipples on her big tits erect and bursting through her thin white cotton blouse, she wondered whether that was really possible.

Down below in the car, the General patiently waited. He was 100% certain that the bitch would come out and join him. The way she had responded to the fucking inflicted on her the other day indicated to him that such a whore would not refuse the opportunity to sample some more big dick. Especially when he knew how little her husband could offer her. And her husband, Frank, was in for some more humiliation, the General thought to himself. For sitting in the driver's seat of the limo was Katie's husband, Frank...

Frank was shaking with fear, and not a little anger. How had he ended up here, outside his own house, waiting to collect his wife so she could be fucked by the General? To answer that question, you had to go back a few hours in the day....

Frank and Katie had agreed that he would continue to work for the Platinum Club until he got a new job and was free of the hold of Jack, his boss. Well, today, when he got into the office, Jack told him that there was a crisis at the Platinum Club and Frank's assistance was urgently required. The General needed him to be his driver for the day and to help out at a crucial meeting. He was downstairs waiting and Frank was to join him immediately.

Frank, at the time, was actually not too disappointed by this. In effect, his boss was telling him to leave work early, go and drive the General's car in order for him to collect some tart who, no doubt, would then be ordered to perform some sort of degrading act for the General and other members. That was certainly better than staying in the office all day.

Once he got to the car and met the General, who was dressed in full military uniform, he informed him that his trusted driver had been taken sick and they needed a member of the Platinum Club to help step in. Indeed, he was going to collect some bitch who was required to "help" him close an important deal he was negotiating for the government. Since the kind of "help" that was required was not the kind you could normally find from a government employee, the General just couldn't ask for a Ministry of Defence driver. Only someone from the Platinum Club could be trusted. Hence the call to Frank and, since he was the most junior member, it fell to him to perform this rather demeaning chore. It was as Frank had suspected and it did not initially bother him.

That was of course until the General told him who they were going to collect. It was Katie, Frank's wife.

Frank froze with fear on hearing this awful news. How could this be, he asked himself? Katie had promised him that she would remain faithful. That was part of the deal. And yet here she was agreeing to see the General again and be his whore. His heart sank in a wave of despondency.

The General refused to allow him to stand there and dwell on things for too long. Time was precious and he was eager to get his hands on Frank's wife again and to humiliate him in the process. So he immediately ordered Frank to put on a Ministry of Defence uniform, which was in the front of the car, gave him Katie's home address, which of course he already knew, and ordered him to drive.

In the same sleepwalk state that Frank had found himself in during the photo shoot, he dressed as ordered, climbed into the car and set off. At first he thought his wife would inevitably discover that he knew what was going on, since she would see him driving the car. But one of the first things he noted when he got inside was the blacked out dividing mirror which separated the driver and the passengers. The General explained, during the journey via the intercom, that this was especially designed so that the driver could look in at the back but the passengers could not see the driver. Gave an element of privacy to the passengers but still complied with new security measures.

Once they arrived at Frank's house, he was ordered to reverse into the driveway rather than drive head on. The General told him that he wanted the bitch to enter into the car as quickly as possible without alerting any of the neighbours. It also meant that the bitch would not see Frank sitting in the driver's seat, which was far more important than maintaining Katie's dignity.

So this is how Katie's husband found himself, with the General, waiting to see if his wife would enter the car with all the inevitable consequences that would follow. As they both waited, Frank desperately hoped that his wife would not emerge, that she would stay in their home and save their marriage. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and silently prayed that she would not appear...

Of course, a few feet behind him, the General hoped, no expected, a different outcome.

Who would be right?

The General, of course.

As he had confidently predicted, only after five minutes of waiting, the door to the car opened and in entered Katie, dressed exactly as she had been ordered to and nervously licking her lips at the prospect of what was to follow.

"Do come in my dear and make yourself comfortable." The General said, as she sat herself down in the deep black leather seat next to him. And as she did, her micro mini skirt rose up her delicious thighs revealing, to the General's greedy eyes, all of her legs. As instructed, she was wearing brown stockings with white suspenders, which were now clearly on display to the General's hungry eyes. Katie made no attempt to cover herself up, indeed she crossed her legs exposing more of the lovely flesh above the tops of her stockings. The General licked his lips as he devoured her young body. "Driver, let's go!" he then barked to Frank.