Her jaw dropped.Her jaw dropped. It was like something out of a war movie! She'd passed this area many times in her air-conditioned car on the Cross Bronx Expressway and had seen the burned out buildings, but she'd never got closer to it than the highway. This was like those pictures of Berlin after the war. There were stones and rubble everywhere. Ahead of her she could see the charred skeletons of burned out apartment buildings. What really shocked her was that amid all this devastation there were children playing! People actually lived here. They had families. They ate, they slept, they survived... "This way, bitch." Wanda led the way across the rubble towards one of the buildings. When she got halfway there she stopped behind a mound of rubble. "You ain't comin' in this way, bitch. You need some humblin'. You one stuck up lily-assed whore. It's time you got taken down a peg. Take them shoes off.... give them to me.." Jillian complied. "Now the skirt..." Jillian looked around in wide-eyed panic. "P-please, not out here!" "Shut your fuckin' whore trap, bitch. You don't say nuthin' unless I tell you to. Take that fuckin' designer skirt off or I'll cut it off!" Wanda flashed a mean looking switchblade. Jillian glanced around once more in panic, then undid her skirt. It fell to the ground and she obediently picked it up and handed it to Wanda. Wanda had to suppress a smile when she saw the white garter and hose. Like all of the girls in her gang, she was a young lesbian. That had been one of the key points Louise had been searching for. "Pull them pretty little panties off, bitch. Then them whore garters and stockings. Come on! I ain't got all day!" Jillian began to tremble as she looked around nervously then pulled her white panties down off her slender hips. Her hands shook so bad that she had trouble with the snaps on her garters. When she finally got them she bent and began rolling down her sheer white hose. She handed everything to Wanda who was impatiently tapping her foot. Jillian now stood nude from the waist down. Wanda stepped up to her and reached both hands under the back of her cashmere top. Jillian felt a tug, then a snap, and her bra fell off and down. |