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Collected by Djian
updated jan 28 - 2010
Clair's New Toy, part 6
Part 6
When Ann woke up, the room was flooded with sunlight. To all
appearances, it was going to be a beautiful day. She doubted that she'd enjoy
it much. Her hands and feet were numb, but everything else was a mass of pain.
She couldn't see herself, of course, because of the position she was restrained
in, but everything hurt, her mouth tasted like a toilet (no surprise there) and
she smelled awful. Something Clair commented on when she finally arrived,
looking all fresh from a shower.
"Time to rise and shine slut," she said with a bright smile on her face.
She knelt and looked at Ann, who was breathing shallowly and in obvious pain.
"We have a few things to do before you need to get home. I suspect that hubby
will be wanting dinner when he gets back and you really should clean yourself
up. You're a complete mess."
Despite her pain, Ann's heart leapt at the thought be being released.
Clair, in fact, set about doing just that, but once she was unbound Ann just lay
there on the tarp in the puddles of stale urine, unable to get up. Clair
grabbed a thin cane and used it on Ann's bruised ass to get the woman up and
moving. Once she was up, the pressure in her bladder became almost
overwhelming.
"Please Mistress," she whispered, her voice horse, "I need to use the
bathroom."
In response, Clair produced a bowl and made Ann squat over it. Pissing
was painful because her cunt was very swollen and raw and her urine was very
strong. Clair wouldn't let her wipe or hold her cunt open as she squatted over
the bowl, which caused the piss to get all over her inflamed crotch. When she
finished, Clair had her put the bowl aside and told her to clean up the room.
Ann was dying of thirst, very hungry and could barely move, and begged Clair to
let her go home. Clair just looked at her and Ann bowed her head and set about
following her directions. She cleaned up all the toys and was forced to lick
off many of them before washing them in the sink in the bathroom that was
attached to the play room. The toys were the only thing Clair allowed her to
wash, despite Ann's longing looks at the shower. Once everything was cleaned
up, Clair cuffed the woman's hands in front of her and pushed her into a huge
tub in that same bathroom. The cuffs were attached to a hook in the ceiling and
Ann stood there wobbling waiting to see how Clair would abuse her next.
First, she grabbed a douche bottle and a small bucket, both which had
clear water in them. The water was very cold, but not freezing, since Clair
wanted to ensure that there would be no numbing effect. She forced Ann to
spread her legs, took a rough washcloth and dipped it into the water. Ann
thought it was strange that Clair had on yellow rubber gloves - like the kind
that were worn while washing dishes. As soon as the water hit her and Clair
started scrubbing her cunt, Ann screamed.
Clair had added a bunch of salt to the water. It burned Ann's raw skin
and all the cuts on her cunt, which was now a deep, flaming red. It got worse
when Clair sucked some of the water into the douche bottle and shoved the
un-lubricated nozzle into Ann's swollen cunt. Ann begged and pleaded, but was
completely ignored and the salt water burned her insides like fire. She was all
but hanging from the cuffs by the time Clair took the shower nozzle off the wall
and began to hose her down with more icy water. She neglected to rinse the
inside of Ann's cunt. Once Ann was thoroughly rinsed off - no soap of course,
Clair released the cuffs and gave the dripping woman her dress. Ann asked for a
towel and Clair told her to shut up and get dressed.
The dress was soaked by the time she finished putting it on and her big
tits were outlined very clearly - her nipples completely erect from the cold.
She stood shivering, in bare feet, waiting for Clair to let her go. Clair
buckled a collar around her neck, attached a leash and pulled her out into the
other room. She pointed to Ann's new high heels and made her put them on.
Finally, Ann thought she was finished being humiliated. It was clear
that they were almost ready to leave. Then Clair said, "Pick up the bowl and
drink it all. Then I'll take you home."
Ann thought she was past the point of being surprised by anything Clair
did, but she was wrong. The woman actually expected her to drink her own urine!
"Do it bitch or you'll be spending another whole day with me." That was
the last thing that Ann wanted and she bent to pick up the bowl of cool,
stinking piss. She looked at Clair, hoping for some relief from this task, but
there was none. "Do it," she said in a low menacing voice, "or I'll whip the
shit out of you and force it down your throat."
Ann put the bowl to her lips and drank, her stomach churning with every
gulp. Finally, she drained the bowl and set it down. Clair cuffed her hands
behind her back, pulled on the leash making Ann follow her downstairs, her wet
clothes still clinging to her.
To her mortification, Richard was at the table drinking coffee as Ann
was pulled by. Clair gave him a quick kiss and told him she was returning
Michael's slut and would be back soon. She made the woman get into the very
back of her SUV and drove off.
It wasn't a very comfortable ride for Ann, bouncing around in the back
with her hands cuffed behind her. Thankfully it didn't take too long for them
to get to her house. Finally, thought Ann, she was going to be released. Clair
started to get out of the car, but told Ann to stay put.
She opened the door a short time later and said, "Look at me, bitch.
Let's get something straight. I own you. After the things did last night you
are just as much of a slut as I am. "
That isn't true, thought Ann. I hated everything you and your perverted
friends did!
"And let's not forget the underage girl you seduced. So from now on,
you'll do whatever I tell you. We have a lot of good video and pictures and I
swear to you, unless you obey me completely, you'll be all over the net, the
campus and your home town. Now get out of my car."
They were in broad daylight! Clair hadn't even pulled into the driveway
and any of Ann's neighbors could easily see her.
"Please, Mistress, can you take these off?"
"Those? Don't worry, the keys to the house and the cuffs are in your
purse, which is on the door step."
At the bottom of her purse, not that Clair told her that. Clair drove
away leaving Ann standing at the curb.
Clair smiled to herself as she looked at the figure fading in the
rearview mirror. She was completely horny after fucking with Ann and she had
the perfect way to relieve it.
Michael looked up as Clair entered his office, without knocking as
usual.
"Hello Clair," he said leaning back in his chair. "So nice to see you
again."
She smiled and tossed a CD on his desk. "Mmmm, yes lover, nice to see
you too. Why don't you take a look at this while I go run a few errands. We
can discuss it when I get back, OK?"
Michael raised an eyebrow and picked up the disk. Clair gave him a
quick kiss, then a much more thorough on, and left the office. Michael picked
up the disk and put it into his computer.
He was in a state when Clair returned, that was for sure. She hadn't
taken too long, but she knew how much material was on the CD and made sure he
had ample time to review it. She flopped down into a chair and crossed her
legs, treating Michael to a nice view of her red high heeled sandals and her
fishnet thigh highs. He just looked at her and said nothing.
"Well? What do you think?"
There was a pause. Then he replied, "I think that I would have bet
anything there was no way anyone could get my very uptight wife to do any of
those things. Did she enjoy herself?"
"Not hardly," Clair chuckled. "Did you enjoy the video clips? Or are
you pissed off about what we made her do?"
Michael shrugged. The videos had been a serious turn on. He had
figured that Ann hadn't gotten off on what they did to her, but watching her
perform all those perverted acts had made his cock into a steel bar. Still, he
was thoughtful before he answered. "She could go to the police, you know.
There's probably a lot of marks on her right now."
Clair grinned, got up and sat on his desk. He knew by now that that
meant there was sex in his near future and he was all for it. "Not a chance.
Remember the little scene with Lucy?" He nodded. "Well, she's convinced that
Lucy's a minor."
Michael busted out laughing. "You're kidding!"
"Nope. Not only that, but every one of those women would testify in
court that Ann was there voluntarily. After all, it's their asses on the line
too." She leaned closer and said, "With your testimony, if it ever came to
that, there's no way she'd ever be able to prove anything."
Michael thought for a moment, his eyes fixed to her full, red lips. He
looked her in the eye and said, "Not for nothing, but if I ever did that, she'd
never fuck me again - not that she does all that often now. But something is
better than nothing, even if she sucks in bed."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that. Lucy and I, and maybe others in our
little group, would make sure you never had to go without."
Michael recognized the bribe for what it was. He liked the terms, that
was for sure. For an answer, he leaned forward and kissed Clair. She eagerly
opened her mouth for his tongue, and shortly there after, his cock. By the time
she left, he was very late for a class, and she had a cunt full of his cum.
Several days later Ann was walking on campus. She was nervous, since it
wasn't her idea to be on campus, especially dressed as she was. She was wearing
a tight, thin blouse - so thin her dark nipples could be seen through it, her
shortest skirt, panties, and the heels that Clair had made her buy. The skirt
wasn't very short, but it did show a lot of leg, especially with the heels she
had on. Clair had called that morning and told her to be on campus no later
than eleven am. She was told what to wear and where to wait and that she'd be
met. Fortunately it was a pretty warm day, because she'd been told not to wear
anything but what she had on.
Ann looked around, wondering when Clair would get there. There were
students everywhere, and she saw a number of them eyeing her as she sat there.
She'd been told that covering her self would ensure punishment and Ann had had
about enough punishment. Her ass and cunt were still sore, her ass especially
was quite bruised. The small cuts on her pussy and tits were healing and didn't
hurt, but there were bruises at the base of her breasts from the rope. She'd
been careful about making sure that everything was covered when Michael was
around. That wasn't too hard since she wasn't in the habit of going naked, even
in front of just her husband. She was jolted out of her revere when someone sat
down beside her.
"Hello, slut," said the blond girl from the other night. The other
girl, the fourteen year old, appeared in front of Ann.
"What are you two doing here?" said Ann. She tried to sound confident,
but it was obvious she was not.
"We're here for you. Clair said that you'd be waiting for us and she
was right." Lucy smirked, "Looks like you're trainable after all."
"I don't know what you mean," said Ann.
Kelly, they blond girl, laughed. "What we mean is, Clair has given you
to us to play with for the afternoon. She said to tell you that you'd better
follow orders or Lucy here will be on her way to the police with a certain tape
in her hand."
Ann paled. Clair had given her to these girls? That was insane! Ann
wasn't a toy to be given away. But she realized, even as the thought occurred,
that Clair could do this. With all the pictures that she had of Ann, she could
make Ann do whatever she wanted. And it looked like she wanted Ann to go with
these girls. She closed her eyes and sighed in defeat.
They saw the look and smirked at the older woman. It looked like it was
going to be a fun afternoon. For them, at least.
"Hey slut, before we get started, do you have to piss or anything?"
Ann's bladder was a bit full, but she'd figured that after Clair met
her, she'd just use the bathroom in the student center.
"Well, do you?" asked Lucy.
"Yes," Ann said in a low voice.
"Well, then go."
Ann started to get up, only to have Kelly put a hand on her arm, digging
her long nails through the thin shirt. "No stupid," she said, "she meant that
you should go here."
Ann looked at them uncomprehendingly. They were joking, right? She
couldn't possibly go to the bathroom here.
"Just do it. Piss right here, in your clothes, like the nasty cunt you
are." Lucy's eyes were glowing with lust. Ann did nothing. There was no way
she was going to do that here - it was beyond disgusting. Lucy smiled and began
to walk behind Ann. Ann, of course, started to turn on the bench to follow her,
but Kelly held her in place. "Eyes front, bitch," she said. "You'd better
start doing what we tell you or I swear I'll strip you naked right here"
"I can't," said Ann.
"Well, you will if you don't want to be sitting here naked," said Lucy,
licking the startled woman's ear and unbuttoning the top button on her blouse.
Ann's hand's flew to her top to stop the girl, but Kelly slapped them away.
"No, no, no" she said as if scolding a little girl. "I want you to put
your hands on the back of the bench. That's right, lay them across the top.
Perfect. Now, Lucy is going to unbutton each button until you decide to obey."
Lucy undid another button. On more and Ann's braless tits would begin
to show. Ann closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. Lucy managed to
undo two more buttons before the hot wetness spread through Ann's crotch and her
urine began to spatter on the ground under the bench. The two girls giggled as
the older woman turned flaming red, the smell of her piss thick in the air.
When Ann had finished, they made her follow them to the dorm. It was
very obvious that her skirt was wet, and they didn't let her button up her top.
As a result, Ann got a lot of looks from people both because her breasts were
often clearly in view, and it was obvious that she'd done something in her
panties.
The girls made Ann strip once they got into their room. She was allowed
only her heels - which with as much practice as she was getting, were getting
easier to walk in. Once she was naked, she was informed that she would be their
toy for the afternoon. They'd let her go in time to make dinner at her house -
if she was good. If she didn't please them, then they'd call Clair and tell her
to come pick her up. As much as Ann didn't want to be abused by these two, she
really didn't want to see Clair. So she resigned herself to a very unpleasant
afternoon.
She looked around the room and wondered who Kelly's roommate was. It
wasn't Lucy, who was obviously too young to be in college. Of course, the girls
had known that they were going to have Ann there, so they had hidden anything
they thought might reveal the fact that Lucy wasn't underage.
The afternoon was very unpleasant - for Ann, anyway. Lucy and Kelly
thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They began by tying her to a rectangular table
that had wheels. Lucy had spent many an hour tied to that thing being used by
Kelly. Of course, Lucy enjoyed being abused. Ann did not.
Ann lay face down on the table with her arms cuffed to the two front
legs. Holes in the surface allowed access to her tits, which hung down pretty
far. Lucy was much smaller than Ann so it was a bit difficult to push Ann's
tits through them. That didn't stop Lucy and Kelly - despite the scrapes on her
breasts the wood caused. Once through, nipple clamps were attached to her thick
nipples and weights were added. When Ann started to cry out and beg for mercy,
they gagged her with her piss soaked panties. A spreader bar was attached to
her ankles, forcing her legs uncomfortably wide. The bar was attached to a
hook in the ceiling because the table was too short to hold her. Then they got
to work on her pussy. The outer lips were clamped and pulled open, giving them
access to her rather dry pussy. Kelly, ever the pussy lover, decided to remedy
that. She knew from last time how humiliating Ann found it to be forced to have
an orgasm. Ann needn't have worried, Kelly just wanted to get her wet. There
would be no orgasm for Ann this time.
Once she was sufficiently wet, Kelly began pushing fingers inside. More
and more fingers went inside until Kelly's fist was once again inside Ann's
pussy. It was a tight fit and actually hard for her to get her fist in because
Ann wasn't very wet. Kelly smiled, listening to the grunts and groans of the
older woman as she twisted her fist around. Ann really started making noise
when Kelly began to actually punch her fist in and out causing Ann's inner cunt
lips to be pulled in and out in time with Kelly's strokes.
Lucy added more weights to Ann's nipples until they were stretched so
far that her breasts looked liked big white cones. It didn't help that Ann's
body was being pulled back and forth, causing the weights to jump and jerk.
Kelly was able to push hard enough into Ann's stretching cunt to actually hit
her cervix, and each time she did Ann felt like someone was punching her in the
stomach.
After Kelly got bored with fisting her, she pulled out a speculum that
she'd had in their small refrigerator and forced it into Ann's cunt. It was
freezing and painful and the pain only got worse as Kelly began to open it wide.
It was a large speculum to begin with and by the time she got it halfway open,
tears were streaming down Ann's face. Kelly took a break from widening the
speculum to retie the clamps on Ann's cunt lips. She attached a string to each
clamp, then began looping the strings around the spreader bar. She pulled the
strings wide and tight while Ann struggled and moaned, stretching the labia
until she heard a particular high pitched squeal from Ann indicating the pain
was very intense. She waited for a few seconds, then pulled each one even
further, stretching the thick labia almost to the point of tearing. Ann was in
agony and having trouble breathing since her nose was getting blocked up.
There came a knock at the door and the girls looked at each other and
smiled. Ann barely noticed when Lucy opened the door to admit a woman about
Ann's own age.
"She's all ready," chirped Lucy as the older woman walked in, cupped
Lucy's face and gave her a quick kiss.
"Oh good," replied Mrs. Hill, "It'll be nice to finally get a crack at
the cow."
Ann, realizing that someone else was in the room, looked up. She closed
her eyes quickly, praying that she wasn't seeing who she thought she was seeing.
"I see you've recognized me dear," said Mrs. Hill "I'm so glad. These
girls tell me that you're ready to do anything you're told. I hope that's true,
since if it isn't I could make things really unpleasant. And not just for you."
Ann closed her eyes in despair. She knew Mrs. Hill, all right, although
they had only met once or twice. She was one of Devon's teachers. Ann had
first met her at a parent teacher conference and the woman had completely
ignored her and spent her time speaking with Michael. Ann hadn't liked her at
all, and now the woman had to see her like this!
Mrs. Hill was certainly dressed the part of the dominatrix. When she
dropped her long coat, Ann could see she had covered her voluptuous form with a
dress that had a tight, deep red corset top portion and a long black bottom
portion. The dress was slit all the way to her hips on the sides and Ann could
see the black calf high boots she wore underneath. Mrs. Hill walked to the
closet and opened the door, muttering to herself as she sorted through the
various implements stored there, finally settling on one. She stood in front of
Ann, swishing a quarter inch bamboo cane through the air.
Lucy removed the gag from Ann's mouth, bunched her hair into a pony tail
and threaded a rope into it. She tied the rope to the spreader bar, pulling
Ann's head back. Lucy knelt on the bed, with her head on the mattress and her
ass in the air, and spread her cheeks. Ann discovered that her head was just
the right height to suck Lucy's asshole. She was wheeled closer to it and Ann
saw that the girl's ass crack was smeared with fresh shit. She was absolutely
repulsed and tried to turn her head away.
CRACK! The cane came down on Ann's ass cheeks creating an immediate
welt. The pain spread through her ass, making it feel like she'd been burned.
"Start sucking, cunt. Because I'm not going to stop beating your ass
until you do," said Mrs. Hill as she created another welt on Ann's white ass.
Ann couldn't believe how much the cane was hurting her. Between the cane, the
clamps pulling her pussy lips and the speculum, her entire lower body was
burning. Lucy wiggled her ass as the cane fell again and Ann knew that they
were just going to keep whipping her until she obeyed. She didn't have to
stretch far to begin to lap at Lucy's shitty ass crack. The taste and smell
were horrible, but so was what Mrs. Hill was doing to her ass. Completely
humiliated, Ann continued her chore.
Once she was finished to Mrs. Hill's satisfaction, it was Kelly's turn.
She excused herself and went into the bathroom. When she came back and got into
position on the bed, it was clear that she'd just taken a dump. Mrs. Hill said
nothing, just started beating Ann's ass again. But this time Lucy joined her
using a crop on the bottom of Ann's feet. The combined pain was incredible,
especially since every time she jerked around, her overstretched cunt lips were
pulled.
Ann didn't even protest, much to the other women's laughter, when Mrs.
Hill got into position. Her ass crack was also filthy with shit, but Ann
dutifully licked and sucked until all she could taste was her own spit. Mrs.
Hill, spread her stocking clad thighs wide and pushed her ass hole as far onto
Ann's tongue as she could. Meanwhile, Kelly had pulled the strings attached to
the clamps just a little farther, stretching Ann's labia even more painfully,
then opened the speculum wider. Lucy had stopped using the crop on Ann's feet,
and started using it on her tits - after adding several more weights to each
nipple clamp.
Finally, Mrs. Hill laid on her back, satisfied. Ann's face had smears
of shit all over it and the other woman looked at her with disgust.
"Lucy, clean this pig up. I want her tongue on my cunt, but I don't
want her to get shit all over everything."
Lucy bent down and began to lick the shit off Ann's face, cleaning it
thoroughly. Then she forced Ann into a messy kiss, spitting the brown goo from
her own mouth into Ann's and making the woman swallow it. Ann's stomach
rebelled, but she managed not to throw up.
They changed her position on the table making her lay face up. Her tits
were sore and scratched from the wood and her ass was bleeding in several
places. Kelly helped Ann get position swiftly, as she was used to binding Lucy
in this position. When they finished, each woman as able to kneel on the bed
with Ann's face between their legs while Ann licked their cunt to pleasure them.
It took very little shifting for them to completely cut off Ann's air, which
they did often. Each pissed in her mouth after they had cum, often spraying her
hair as well. They amused themselves, when they weren't being eaten, by using a
strap to beat Ann's cunt and tits. There wasn't any artistry in what they did -
they just beat her as they saw fit, turning her stretched cunt blood red from
the strap. In fact, the strap re-opened other cuts on her mons that had only
just stared to heal.
They continued to abuse Ann for most of the afternoon. When they
finished, her breasts were turning black and blue, her ass cheeks and mons were
both bleeding and Kelly had stuffed a soda can up her cunt, after lubing it with
Bengay. They made her get dressed in her piss soaked clothing and pushed her
out the door.
The next two weeks continued like this. Every few days, Ann was told to
go somewhere, sometimes Clair's house, sometimes the dorm and twice to Mrs.
Hill's house. Once there, she was always beaten and abused and each woman made
sure to stretch out her cunt. They also started to stretch her inner cunt lips
and after two weeks, her inner lips were starting to peek out from between her
outer ones. It was very humiliating - especially since they all made her drink
their piss and often made her suck shit from their assholes. Her breasts, ass
and cunt mound were always bruised now and she had stopped changing in front of
Michael at bed time. She was terrified that he'd see her and ask where she was
getting all the bruises.
Michael knew the state that Ann was in. Clair provided plenty of
pictures. He was shown very detailed pictures of the black bruises that ringed
the base of each breast, the cuts on her ass and mons and the large objects that
Ann could now take up her pussy. They always made it uncomfortable for her -
anything that they shoved in her cunt was lubed with something that would burn.
If there was even a slim chance of her getting any pleasure from what they did,
they'd put a strong numbing cream on her clit. She'd tried to just not put any
effort into licking the cunts and assholes they stuffed in her face, but it did
her no good. She always gave in in the end and tried to get them off because if
she didn't they beat her. Clair had found that beating either her feet, inner
thighs or directly on her opened cunt would get the best response.
Michael was in an almost constant state of arousal from seeing the
pictures of his abused wife, and the fucking that Clair, Lucy and sometimes
Kelly would give him. One would show up in his office almost every day to drop
off pictures and suck down his load. He loved fucking Clair - she had the most
talented pussy of the three (he didn't even think of fucking his wife anymore -
she could practically take a truck up her cunt now) and she really knew how to
arouse him. Her scent, her clothing and how she talked dirty about what she
wanted him to do to her never failed to arouse him. Occasionally he felt
slightly guilty about how Ann was being treated, but when he did, he remembered
the years of pleasure that she'd denied him. That got rid of the guilt very
quickly. One Monday, Clair entered his office. She was dressed in beautiful
heels and a short skirt - her huge, firm breasts pushed together in her top to
give her even deeper cleavage.
"Hello Michael, I hope you're doing well after this weekend?"
He was doing well, but he was frustrated. Usually, he found time to
sneak out and get one of the women to get him off. This weekend, they'd all
been busy.
"Fine thanks. I missed you this weekend."
She smiled, "Absence makes the cock grow harder."
He returned the grin. "Ah, does that mean you'd like to make use of
said hard cock?"
She pursed her red lips in a tight 'O' and slid a finger into her mouth.
"Mmmm, I'd love to, but I have other plans. In fact, we all have other plans
this week." Michael had little doubt that 'we all' meant the other women he'd
had sex with. He wondered what was going on.
Is there something I should know?" he asked.
She walked around to his side of the desk and he swiveled in his chair
to watch her. She knelt between his knees and opened his pants, removed his
semi hard cock, and slurped it into her mouth.
"Mmm," he said. "I thought you weren't going to be doing that today.
Releasing his cock with a pop, she grinned at him and stood, moving
forward to straddle his legs. "I just want to make sure I've got your
attention, lover," she said as she sank down onto his turgid length. It was
obvious she wasn't wearing panties.
He groaned as her wet heat engulfed him and he grabbed her breasts. She
bottomed out on his shaft and stayed there, slightly rotating her hips.
"We have a three day weekend coming up," she said, her breathing
slightly unsteady.
"God your pussy feels good. So?"
"Richard and I are having a party Friday night. A private party." He
just looked at her and she continued, "But we'd like you and Ann to come for
brunch Friday and stay until sometime Sunday." More hip rotation.
"So does this mean that I'm invited?"
"Oh yeah, you're invited, but Ann is going to be the guest of honor."
Her hips stopped moving and his eyes widened at her pronouncement.
"It's time for Ann to see the new you," said Clair. Her hips resumed
their grinding motion. "And visa-versa."
Michael was excited by the prospect of a party where, he was sure, there
would be plenty of pussy. He was less excited by the thought that Ann would see
him there.
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," he said. "If she sees me fucking
someone, she's gonna figure out that I've been fucking around all this time.
She might even figure out that I've known what you've been doing to her."
"So?" said Clair. "Trust me. By now, she'll do anything she's told.
And I do mean anything. We have so much on her that she's terrified that
someone will find out. She's convinced that not only would she be ruined, but
you'd divorce her and take Devon with you. "
"I wonder how she got that idea?"
Clair just grinned. "Besides, it's time Ann came to grips with her new
life and the changes in your relationship. I'll tell you what. You go home
tonight. Tell her you want a blow job. I bet she does it. And I'll bet that
she's way better than she was last time."
His eyebrows went up at that. "Have you been having her blow other
guys?"
"Nope. But she's had lots of practice on dildos, believe me. Make
sure you just assume that she'll give you the blow job, just tell her to do it
and she will. If she doesn't, then you don't have to bring her on Friday. You
can make excuses and say you'll be going away or something." Clair paused, "But
I'm sure you'll be bringing her."
"What about Devon? I can't leave him home alone all weekend."
"Don't worry about it. Some of the other parents have kids and they'll
all be staying at a place that has several sitters, an indoor pool and a big
screen TV. He'll have a blast."
Michael was close to cuming now, but Clair stood and pulled off his
cock. She backed away, her eyes fastened on his soaked cock.
"Call me tomorrow and let me know what happened. Remember the bet - if
she does what you tell her, then you bring her to the party."
The next day Clair received a phone call from Michael. They'd be there
before noon on Friday. Ann was told that they were going there for brunch - but
by this time, any mention of going to Clair's house made her pale. Michael
insisted though, so just as she had with the blow job, she agreed to go without
a fight.
At eleven am, Ann and Michael showed up at Clair and Richards. Ann was
terrified, but tried not to show it. As they were led into the house, Ann and
Clair split off from the men. Richard and Michael were seated in the breakfast
nook where they were served brunch by Lucy and Kelly. It was not a brunch he'd
soon forget.
Both the girls were naked. Both were wearing very high heels. Kelly
was the one who put everything out on the table and Lucy carried everything in
on a tray. Although she wasn't carrying the tray - exactly.
Lucy's arms were bound behind her, her wrists strapped together and her
elbows strapped so tightly they were touching, which had the effect of thrusting
her firm breasts out very nicely. She had a big ball gag stuffed in her mouth,
causing her to drool a bit and had on a blind fold. As Kelly set out three
places for brunch, Michael got a good close look at how the tray was attached.
A leather strap went around her slim middle, cutting deeply into her flesh.
Richard pointed out that the strap was lined with tiny tacks that cut into the
girl's flesh. The front of the tray was attached to her nipples. Literally.
There were chains going up to each nipple. Each chain was attached to the
nipple by a tight clamp. Through each clamp was a bar that, judging by the
small amount of blood, had just been pierced through her nipple. Kelly was
leading the other girl around by using a leash that attached to her groin. When
Michael bent down, he saw it was attached to a small, sharp toothed clamp that
had been fastened onto the girl's clit hood. Kelly was not gentle when tugging
Lucy this way and that, pulling her to the kitchen and back. Michael's cock was
hard for the entire meal. When he asked where Ann was, Clair demurred saying
that he shouldn't worry. Ann was getting ready for the party tonight.
While they ate, Kelly sat on a chair against the wall while Lucy stood,
the heavy tray pulling on her nipples the entire time. At one point, Kelly
released the nipple clamps and the tray was supported by just the piercings.
After they had eaten, and the table had been cleared, Michael made to get up and
use the bathroom. Clair told him to stay where he was and called back Kelly and
Lucy. Lucy wasn't wearing either the gag or the tray any more, though she was
still blindfolded, and Michael could see where the belt had cut into her
stomach. Instead of the tray, heavy balls hung from the bars through her
nipples. Her face was wet and so was Kelly's cunt, leading Michael to think
that Lucy had been eating Kelly's cunt.
"Kelly, Michael has to use the bathroom. You have to pee, right?" she
asked looking at Michael. He nodded. "See that Lucy deals with it. I have to
go too, which she can take care of when I return."
Kelly guided Lucy to her knees between Michael's legs and opened his
pants. She pulled out his semi-hard cock and pushed Lucy forward. It took a
minute, but Michael started flooding the oriental girl's mouth with his hot
piss. She swallowed eagerly and missed very little. She was next guided to
Richard, who was wearing a robe and loose pajama pants. Lucy was made to stand
by the table again until Clair returned.
Clair didn't hurry back. She was making sure that by the end of the
evening or, at the very longest, this weekend, any thought of resistance on
Ann's part would be completely crushed. Not that she'd been resistant of late,
but after this weekend, Clair was sure she'd be a complete slave to anything she
wanted the woman to do.
She opened the door to where Ann was currently sitting. She'd been tied
to a chair that had an open bottom seat, giving Clair complete access to her
cunt. She was naked except for her restraints and a strange hood that was
covering her head. The hood looked like a round ball of rubber with two small
tubes protruding from it. There were no other openings. In fact the hood, once
the nose tubes were inserted and it was zipped up, completely sealed off the
head. There was a pump to inflate it and when it was fully inflated, it was
very hot and confining and put a large amount of pressure on the victim's head.
Clair stopped to admire the sight. Each of Ann's nipples had been sucked into a
narrow tube. There was a black dildo a bit wider than a coke can, and a good
fifteen inches long, pushed partially into her cunt. Currently, there was only
nine inches or so of dildo inserted. Clair planned to see just how much she
could stuff in there before the party started. Of course, once the party was
started, they had an even bigger dildo that they'd been saving for just this
occasion.
Ann's cunt lips were also being stretched. The inner lips rarely came
back into shape any more. Without weights on them, both sets of lips now hung
about two inches from her cunt. When weights were added, they could almost
double that. Clair cut Ann's air off by closing the nose tubes. Since Ann
couldn't hear anything in the hood, she didn't know that Clair was in the room.
Her body jerked, indicating her panic, as her air was cut off. Clair added more
weights to Ann's cunt, then pushed the dildo in another inch. Ann's body jerked
and her head thrashed as she tried to get more air. Clair wouldn't let her pass
out. Every time she hurt Ann, she cut off her air. The opposite wasn't true
though so Ann never really knew what was going to happen. It was not a game she
liked playing, but that was the whole point. Clair wondered, as she unblocked
the breathing tubes, how Ann's cunt was feeling. The cinnamon oil she'd used
was new. She'd tried it on Lucy who said it burned like hell.
Clair turned and headed back down stairs. Ann would be left here like
this for the next several hours. It was likely she'd piss herself, since Clair
had made her drink more than a liter of water before they started. She was SO
horny when she got to the table. Just the knowledge that Ann was upstairs
suffering in the heat and dark, with no relief in sight, while everyone else,
including Ann's husband were sitting down here enjoying a meal, made her hairy
cunt ooze thick, white sap.
Lucy was guided between her legs and Clair scooted forward on the chair
so that the bound girl's mouth could attach to her cunt. With no warning, she
started pissing, and Lucy choked on the sudden influx of fluid. It didn't take
her long to recover and suck down all Clair had to offer, but she was caned
while the blind fold was removed so that she could clean the floor with her
tongue. When she finished, they re-blindfolded her.
The afternoon passed quickly for Michael. He had a blast with Richard.
They played pool, watched a movie, had a light, early dinner and of course,
enjoyed the view that was presented by the women. Lucy and Kelly served them
the entire time and they abused the hell out of Lucy. Clair would disappear
periodically to torture Ann some more. Michael figured that his wife was being
played with, but never asked about her. Ann was miserable, since there was no
relief for her cunt the entire afternoon. Her nipples ached as well, even
though Clair didn't leave the suction on the entire time, the pain growing over
time as they were tortured as well. Clair removed the glass tubes after the
first half hour, rubbing the red, swollen tips. Ann squirmed back and forth
because her nipples were so sensitive, but this served only to make the weights
on her labia swing. Clair put strong nipple clamps on each distended nipple and
could tell from the sweat that broke out on Ann's chest just how much that hurt.
She came back after a half hour, removed the clamps and put the suction back on.
Once the suction was removed again, Clair put the cinnamon oil on each nipple.
By this time, they were grossly swollen and an angry red. Sweat dripped from
under Ann's tits. Clair decided, about an hour before the guests started to
arrive, to wrap the base of each tit with a wide leather strap. She didn't make
it too tight, but Ann was shaking as she left the room. Clair wondered if the
renewed pressure of the suction on her slowly swelling tits combined with eleven
inches of super wide cock, was getting too much for the woman. It wouldn't do
to have her lose her mind before the party, after all.
Michael was unsurprised to find that most of the guests were the women
he'd seen the night this had all started. And their husbands, of course. It
might have been any normal gathering, except for the two nude girls who greeted
the guests in the hall. Lucy was once again strictly bound, but this time on
her back on a roll around cart. There was a wide bar between her ankles, but
from each ankle, there was another bar that led to the table, supporting her
bent, wide open legs. Michael wondered what that was all about when he noticed
that there was something attached to the base of the bars that rested on the
table. Clair explained.
"Lucy here is our coat rack. People hang their coats on the bar between
her ankles and she has to hold the bar up with her leg muscles."
"But," he frowned, "It's supported by those other bars that go from her
ankles to the table."
"Not exactly," smiled Clair. "Watch."
She began to push down on the bar. Lucy, being hooded, had no idea what
was going on and Michael watched as her legs muscles strained to take up the
slack. Eventually, her legs couldn't hold out and the bar sank. That's when
Michael saw the a set of spikes slowly emerge from the bars attached to the
table and begin to sink into Lucy's lower ass cheeks. Clair didn't pull too
hard - just hard enough for a small demonstration.
"Clair, you are so evil."
"Hey, it'd be Ann there, if she weren't otherwise occupied upstairs."
"Oh? What is she doing?" he asked.
Clair gave a truly evil smile and said, "Suffering."
Finally, everyone had arrived and it was time to go upstairs.
It was a party that everyone would remember. It was a turning point for
Ann as she discovered just what her lot in life was now to be. Everyone, except
Ann of course, enjoyed themselves a lot.
Once everyone got changed into their preferred clothing for the evening,
it was time to unveil the tormented woman. Clair had dramatically placed a red
silk sheet over her so no one would be able to see her when they first arrived.
She'd finally removed the awful hood from the woman, but replaced it with a
leather blind fold and a ring gag. Ann was told not to make a single sound
until the blindfold came off.
She presented quite a sight. Her body was covered with sweat from her
suffering. The base of each breast had a black leather strap around it. Over
the last hour, the large orbs had swollen and her nipples were almost blood red.
They were also swollen to twice their normal length. The weights from her outer
lips had been removed but the weights on the inner lips was increased. There
was twelve inches of thick rubber pushing painfully into her vagina and there
was a puddle of piss under her. She was informed that she'd be punished later
for pissing herself.
Michael looked around the room. The men were all dressed, or undressed,
casually and one or two just had ball bags on. Each woman had put on some sort
of fetish wear to display her body. High heels or boots were the norm, corsets
of rubber and leather constricted waists and pushed out breasts. Clair's
outfit really got Michael going. It consisted of black leather straps all
around her body, encasing and framing her 38Gs while emphasizing her narrow
waist. Thigh high boots with 4" heels were on her feet and her hairy, red bush
had small drops of milky lube in it.
"OK everyone, it's time to unveil our guest of honor. Of course, you
all can see her, but she hasn't seen you yet." Turning, she motioned to Kelly,
who pulled Lucy over. Lucy, who'd been released from coat duty, followed and
sank to her knees in front of Michael, who was just wearing a t-shirt and
boxers. She fished his cock out of his shorts and pulled his half erect cock
into her mouth. Clair walked over and put her arms around Michael and said,
"Now, that the stage is set, Richard if you would do the honors?"
The blindfold was removed from Ann, and at first all she could do was
blink, trying to clear her eyes. However, her heart almost stopped when the
first thing she saw was Clair and Michael in a deep kiss, with Lucy sucking his
cock. Naturally, she tried to cry out, to protest, but the gag let her make no
intelligible sounds.
"Ann, darling," said Clair breaking the kiss, "Is there something
wrong?" Then she looked at Michael and said, "Oh, don't worry dear. Michael
will be seeing to your needs in a minute - unlike you, who've never seen to
his.."
People stood around and watched with grins on their faces as Clair
continued to humiliate Ann.
Walking behind the bound woman, who still could not take her eyes off
Michael and Lucy, she leaned down and said in a voice meant to carry, "See?
While you were off being a slut, we've been taking care of your husband. He
saw how much fun you had that first night and, quite frankly, got a little
pissed. He told me that you hadn't ever had very good sex with him, and here
you were doing what ever you were told to do by virtual strangers." People were
laughing now and tears were running down Ann's face. Michael was so excited it
was all he could do to keep from cuming in Lucy's mouth. As Clair continued to
berate Ann and tell her how much fun she and Michael had had fucking, he gave up
the fight and groaned, releasing a huge load of cum into Lucy's mouth. She got
up and spit it through the hole in the ring gag in Ann's mouth.
"Swallow," commanded Clair. "It's only fitting that you get the first
load of Michael's cum," she paused. "I bet you'll get the next one too."
The guests all watched as Ann was repositioned. The huge dildo was
pulled from her cunt with a loud sucking sound, and the weights were removed
from her labia, causing her to cry out in pain. Her arms were strapped to the
head rest above her head, and the back of the chair was tilted until she was
laying almost prone. Her legs were cuffed and attached by the knees to hooks in
the ceiling, forcing her legs so wide the tendons were standing out. She looked
down her at her body and couldn't believe how much pain she was in, and the only
sign of it was her blood red, swollen nipples.
While watching the show, some of the guests had started kissing and
playing with each other. Not Michael, who sat in a nearby chair with Linda, a
small blond woman, gently sucking on his cock and balls. They hadn't even been
formally introduced.
By the time Ann was fully repositioned, he was hard again. Clair called
to everyone to get their attention.
"Everyone! We have a special treat for you all. Michael dear, come
here."
Michael rose and went over to where his wife was restrained.
"You might notice," she said, "that Ann here has a cunt that's all but
useless. I mean, look at the size of the dildo that she likes up there now."
People snickered as Clair pushed her entire hand into the stretched hole
with little trouble. She removed it, then grabbed a hold of Michael's hard
cock. "Mmmm, this'd be enough for any normal woman. But I think Ann's a little
too loose now." More laughter. "I doubt she'd be able to satisfy you with her
cunt - not that she was able to do that before. But she has another hole and I
can guarantee it's tighter. Why don't you give that one a shot? You'll be her
first."
Michael looked at Clair in surprise. After all the abuse she'd put Ann
through, he was amazed that she'd never used her asshole. Now he realized that
Clair had probably planned it this way. His cock was pretty big for someone's
first time. Not huge, by any means, but it would hurt if he fucked her with out
her being loosened up. The thought of ass fucking his wife while she could do
nothing to prevent it made his blood boil.
"Sure," he replied. "Like you said, it's not like she knew what to do
with her cunt anyway. Maybe this'll be better."
Ann began to shake her head, hoping to wake up from her nightmare. How
could Michael have betrayed her like this? Hadn't she been a good wife? She'd
always done everything he'd asked. Of course, she realized that that wasn't
true. She'd never been very interested in sex and she could now see that it was
something her husband was VERY interested in.
They removed the ring gag and Ann worked her jaw, then tried to speak.
Clair slapped her face and told her not a word.
Michael approached his helpless wife, who tried to close her eyes.
Clair wouldn't allow that either and she watched as her husband, his cock
dripping with another woman's spit, began to push into her tight asshole.
While Ann wasn't allowed to speak, Clair had no problems with her
yelling in pain. And yell she did as her husband ruthlessly pushed into her
tight asshole. Michael was in heaven as the super tight grip of his wife's
asshole closed around his thick cock. After several strokes, he saw that her
shit was staining his cock. He didn't care and the sight made him pound her
even harder. Clair said nothing, only holding the other woman's head as Michael
pounded away and Ann's groans turned to pleas for mercy. She received none as
her husband vented all the sexual frustration he'd felt for years, produced by
his wife's big titted, fine assed body. A body that had mostly been denied to
him.
"You like his big cock in your ass, don't you?" taunted Clair as Michael
pounded away. Since he'd just cum, it would be a while before he dumped another
load. Ann just groaned as her husband gave a particularly vicious thrust. She
couldn't believe her husband was treating her this way. "Don't worry,"
continued Clair, "you'll be given the opportunity to clean off his cock, just
like you've been cleaning out our assholes. This time, you'll get to eat your
own shit."
Some blood too, as Michael's cock was making Ann bleed. He didn't care,
and too soon, he started grunting and spewing hot cum into her intestines. Ann
could feel it, could feel her husband's cock pushing deep into her ass and
pumping a load of sperm into her. She felt relief that he was finished. She
hoped that her ordeal was over, but knowing Clair, she doubted it.
As usual, her fears were realized. Clair brought Michael around to her
end of the chair, and, with a lever, tilted the headrest holding Ann's head
back. This brought her mouth to the correct height to begin cleaning Michael's
bloody, shitty cock. Everyone commented on what a pig she was for eagerly
sucking her shit of his cock. She wasn't eager, and it tasted horrible. But
she didn't want to get beaten and she knew Clair would beat her unless she did
as was expected. Michael loved very minute of it, much to her disgust. How
could he treat her this way? She was his wife!
She felt someone inserting something into her asshole and groaned. Not
again! But yes, there was someone else fucking her asshole. It was really
sensitive, but who ever it was didn't really care. Meanwhile, Michael stepped
away from her head, his cock glistening from her saliva. Clair pulled him away
and they stood near the man now fucking his wife's asshole.
"Michael, I'd like to introduce the man who's corn holing your wife."
The man, slightly older than Michael looked up and grinned. He continued to pump
his cock, slightly smaller than Michael's and covered with sperm, shit and
blood, into Ann with no regard for the woman. "Dr. Hill, this is Michael.
Michael, this is Dr. Hill."
"Nice to meet you Michael," said Dr. Hill, "although since I'm
assfucking your wife, I guess we should be a little less formal. Call me Ed."
"Ed," said Michael, holding out his hand, "Nice to meet you too. Enjoy
yourself. God knows I never did until now." Ann couldn't believe that her
husband was being so casual while another man was fucking her asshole. It made
her feel just like an item - a thing to be used. Like a table or something.
When Ed was finished, there was another man to take his place. Maria's
husband Russ slid into Ann's distended asshole, commenting that it was getting a
little loose, while Ann was forced to clean Ed's cock. Clair tsk tsked, and
slid a thick, eight inch dildo into Ann's cunt. While it wasn't anywhere near
the size that would now fit up there, it did tighten up her asshole and Russ
sighed in contentment. And so Ann's humiliation continued.
When all the men had finished fucking her asshole, it was literally
dripping with sperm. Mrs. Hill stepped between Ann's legs with an enema bag and
inserted the inflateable nozzle, and pumped it up. Then she allowed the
contents of the bag - almost a quart of piss, to drain into Ann's ass. Since
there was no other stimulation - other than the throbbing in her nipples and
cunt, it was pretty intense. Soon though, to the humiliating comments of those
who were watching, she expelled the contents of her bowels and they had a bowl
full of her shit, plus the cum and piss that had been in her intestines. It was
set aside as they began to prepare Ann for the her next bit of fun.
While other people were groping and fucking around, Clair and Mrs. Hill
locked a pair of ballet boots on Ann's feet. They were black and made of heavy
leather, forcing the woman's feet into an en Pointe position. It was extremely
uncomfortable, and it went with out saying that she couldn't stand in the
things. That didn't stop Clair who simply put suspension cuffs on her wrists
and allowed them to take most of her weight - especially after they attached a
spreader bar to her ankles which forced her feet very wide. It was time for
more serious abuse.
John sat back and watched as Clair took a breast press and attached it
to Ann's bloated tits. She didn't remove the straps at the base, but started
closing the pieces of the press. Ann was sobbing in agony as her breasts were
slowly crushed in the press. The strap at their bases made it particularly
uncomfortable since the blood couldn't escape very easily. Her nipples were
throbbing too, since even more blood was forced into them. Clair didn't let up
until Ann's tits were really flattened in the press. Ann had had mammograms
before, and they were painful. But they didn't hurt nearly as much as this did.
Her entire chest was in agony and she was gasping for breath, sweat rolling down
her body. Clair wasn't finished though. Her goal was to make Ann pass out from
pain.
It was Mrs. Hill that initiated Ann's next torture. She returned with a
lit candle in her hand. Michael figured that she'd just pour wax onto Ann's
distended nipples. He was wrong. She actually started holding the flame under
various parts of Ann's tits until the woman howled and begged for mercy. The
other couples were fucking away to the sound of her screams as Mrs. Hill held
the flame under each nipple, pulling it away just before the skin would start to
get really burned. Finally, she did drip hot wax on Ann's nipples and once they
were covered, melted it off with the candle. Ann was starting to lose her
voice.
Clair demonstrated her expertise with a single-tail whip. She cracked
it in the air, then proceeded to use it on Ann, creating welt after welt on the
writhing woman's body, bringing her to even greater heights of pain. Ann was
begging, pleading that she'd do anything, if only they'd stop hurting her. She
actually pissed herself again, much to everyone's amusement. That caused Clair
to center her strikes on Ann's cunt and blow after blow landed on the screaming
woman's sex. When Clair took a break Kelly knelt between Ann's legs and started
double fisting her. Ann was treated to the sight of her husband fucking Clair's
cunt while her own was being further stretched out of shape. When Michael
finished, Clair returned to the whip, using it until Ann finally passed out and
hung by her wrists.
They took her down and revived her. She was physically exhausted and
emotionally spent and bleeding in a number of places. She still couldn't
believe that Michael would betray her like this, but couldn't deny the evidence
in front of her eyes. She was dragged over to a new chair and sat onto it, the
rough material scratching the bleeding welts on her back and ass. Her legs were
once again spread and pulled back and tied that way, allowing complete access to
her red, swollen cunt and still bleeding asshole. The tit press was removed,
which caused Ann to cry out from the returned blood flow, and the straps were
removed leaving bruised rings around the bases. She began to panic, tired as
she was, when her head was fitted into a large, plastic bowl. Her panic didn't
keep them from securely strapping the contraption around her head, and she found
that when they were done, she was unable to move her head.
She strained her eyes looking side to side and saw that the clear bowl
encased her whole head, with an opening over the face area. She felt something
around her throat and realized that the base of the bowl was attached around her
neck - sealing her in the bowl. The opening was pretty big, so there was no
danger of not getting air, but the sides of the bowl were close to her cheeks.
The entire chair was lowered a bit and Clair looked down with glee at
the helpless slave.
"Well folks," she began, "now that everyone has fucked the new slut,
it's time she begin to understand her real place as our toy. While you should
feel free to torture any part of her that you like - I'd like to call attention
to her new function."
Everyone gathered around looking at the helpless woman in the chair.
They had a good idea of what Clair had in mind and waited eagerly for her to
announce the next phase of Ann's degradation.
"I know that we have a perfectly good toilet in the other room, but it
is pretty far away," laughter greeted that comment, "so I've provided you with
one in here. Feel free to piss or shit in this bowl right here. Ann will get
rid of it for you. Lucy will do any final clean up."
There was some applause and laughter at this announcement. It was well
known that Lucy liked toilet sex, but even she hadn't been used as a toilet like
this.
"Michael, if you can," continued Clair, "you should do the honors."
He smiled and nodded - this was beyond his wildest dreams. As much as
he liked pissing in Lucy's mouth, shitting in Ann's mouth surpassed what he'd
ever consider doing. Despite having cum three times now, he started getting
hard at the thought. Someone brought around a video camera and set it up so
that it focused on Ann's face. Clair went over and leaned forward.
"Listen up cunt. I want you to start begging for your Master to shit on
you. You're just a toilet slave now, a toy for our pleasure and it's about time
you realized it. Michael is your husband in name only - you're a slave and
slaves can't be married. If you don't beg good enough, I'm going to take a
knife to those tits of yours. When I'm done, you won't have any left. Dr. Hill
is a skilled plastic surgeon and I'm sure he could keep you from bleeding to
death."
Ann was beyond terrified. She was going to have to beg her husband, no
Master, to shit on her or this insane woman would cut her tits off! By now,
she'd dealt with Clair enough to know that the woman was crazy enough to do
anything. Clair had no intention of cutting off Ann's tits. If she did that,
then how could she torture them? But she knew that Ann would believe her threat.
"Now beg. Anyone who needs to use your mouth as a toilet better hear
that you are fit only to be a toilet slave and a pain slut. If I'm not
convinced by your begging, out comes the knife."
Clair then spit a large glob of saliva onto Ann's lips. She tried to
jerk her head, but she was too firmly held. Michael's face appeared in Ann's
field of vision and she saw there was no pity or understanding in it. She
started to beg. She'd had plenty of practice begging in the last few weeks, so
she knew what to say.
"Please Master, let me eat your shit. I'll be... be your toilet. I'm
only good enough to drink your piss."
Michael couldn't believe how hard his cock was. Hearing Ann beg like
this was doing amazing things for his cock.
Turning around he discovered that the edges of the bowl were comfortable
enough to sit on. He couldn't piss with such a hard cock, but it wasn't long
before he began to push a large chunk of shit from his bowels. Ann watched her
husband's asshole open and the brown turd emerge. It was aimed right for her
mouth, and soon the bitter tasting log slide over it to land next to her cheek.
The smell was horrible and Ann discovered that cleaning out a shitty ass crack
was not nearly as bad as being shit on.
When Michael was finished, he stood and turned around. His cock was
soft enough for him to piss, so he hosed down Ann's face and hair. While he
did, Lucy, who was on her knees, licked his asshole clean while fingering her
cunt.
Next, they dumped the remains of the enema that they'd given her
earlier. Piss, cum and chunks of her shit were soon floating in the bowl and
she realized that it couldn't hold a lot. If everyone here started to piss or
shit in it, the filth would soon cover her face and she wouldn't be able to
breathe.
Clair looked down at her one last time. "I hope you realize that unless
you start eating and drinking what's in the bowl, you're not going to be able to
breathe." With that, Clair turned around and sat on the bowl. She released her
dark, stinking urine into the bowl, then started to shit. At first, her waste
was firm, but soon it began dropping in long, soft strands until finally it was
almost all liquid. At that point, Ann saw that in order to breathe, she would
have to start eating the contents of the bowl. She wanted to throw up, but
didn't want to add that to everything else she was going to have to eat.
The camera's picked up every second of Ann's ordeal as she begged each
person to eat their shit, or piss on her face. They caught it all live and in
color as she ate the shit in the bowl so to keep it from suffocating her.
The party went on late into the night. At some point, the largest dildo
Michael had ever seen was pushed into his wife's cunt. It was huge, as round as
a two liter soda bottle and caused the woman to scream in pain, her cries
echoing in the bowl around her head. The dildo was left in there the rest of
the night and Ann was left in the filth that the guests had pissed or shit into
the bowl.
The next morning, Lucy and Kelly came round to clean her up. They were
not gentle, but Ann made no protests - only moaned in pain as they cleaned her.
After last night, she knew her place. Not even her husband had stood up for her
because she'd ignored him all these years. Evidently cleaning the house and
raising their child hadn't been enough. Perverted sex was required was well.
Plus, she knew what had happened last night was caught on video, and if it ever
got out, everyone she knew would think she was a perverted whore. Ann could
live with a lot of things, but she couldn't live with that.
Unlike Friday night, the rest of the weekend was merely uncomfortable
for Ann. She was forced to watch Michael engaging in sex with Clair, Lucy and
Kelly. She was often tied and tormented in painful ways. Michael assfucked her
again while Clair laughed and said that with all the stretching it had taken,
her cunt would never be good to fuck, so she might as well get used to having
her asshole pounded.
Her breasts and nipples were often targets for abuse and by Sunday, her
tits were covered with bruises and it seemed like her nipples - now twice the
size they'd been on Friday, were permanently swollen. Clair and Michael had
both agreed that they liked how they looked like that and discussed ways of
keeping them that way.
She once saw Michael and Clair arguing. She couldn't hear because they'd
plugged her ears and she wondered what it was about. It couldn't have been too
serious, because they eventually started fucking again, this time with Clair's
cunt right over Ann's mouth.
Finally, it was time to go home. Ann was dressed in a short skirt and
tight, woolen top. She was allowed no underwear, and the only thing she'd been
given to eat that day was some of Michael's shit. Her breasts ached -
especially her nipples because of the scratchy wool, but of course, no one cared
about that.
"Just because you're going home, doesn't mean I don't own you. Got it
cunt?"
"Yes Mistress. " Ann's voice was a bit husky from all the yelling she'd
done over the weekend. Michael thought that was kind of sexy.
"Michael gave you to me in exchange for someone who'd actually meet his
needs. So you'll still cook and clean, and, if he feels the need, fuck your
husband. But you'd better be ready anytime I call on you."
The couple left. Ann was resigned to her new life as a slave and
Michael was happy that he'd be getting all the pussy he wanted. After seeing
his wife in action this weekend, perhaps she might even be worth a few fucks.
He smiled as he realized that he wouldn't even have to get out of bed to take a
piss in the morning. Life, he realized, was good.
The End.
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