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B&D Wife




Chapter One


She thought he was amusing. His name was Wilbur and she'd met him the week before at a party.
Now they were sitting in a cocktail lounge and he was coming on to her, talking about sex, pressing close.
He was making a pass, that was what it was. He wanted to fuck her. She could tell, all right. She
was old enough and he wasn't the first.
"Barbara, I really like you," he said.
She smiled. "Well, that's nice, I like you too, Wilbur."
She let him press his thigh against hers. He had his arm around her shoulders and his hand just
grazing the bulge of her right tit. She thought about his prick getting hard in his pants. She liked to do that;
she liked to tease them, that much she liked. And she liked jerking them off later when they were really hot.
But she hated fucking. Fucking was so wet and dirty, really disgusting.
Barbara Williams had been married about six months when she was nineteen. It was the worst
mistake she ever made. But that was a long time ago and it was finished. She hardly ever thought about it.
She didn't mind the company of men. She liked them when they weren't too pushy. She'd let them
touch her if she was in the mood, but no fucking, nothing more than light petting. She'd rather be alone
when she got off.
Barbara knew a hundred ways to jerk off when she was in the mood. She'd rather do it herself. The
idea of a man coming in her pussy was disgusting. She would never suck their cocks. Her ex-husband had
got so mad he beat her up, but she wouldn't do it. She never liked being fucked by him or anyone else. She
jerked him off a lot, and that always saved her. She didn't mind that. Sometimes it was fun to see the guy
come, to see him lose control, to see his white spunk shoot like an oil well. She liked to watch guys come,
but better than that she liked to tease them. That was the most fun of all.
"Watch your hand," she whispered to Wilbur. "Someone will see."
"Oh, hell, Barbara, everybody in here is doing the same thing. I thought you liked me."
"I do like you, but I don't like to fool around when people can see."
What he did was take his arm away and put his hand in her lap. She didn't want it, but no one
could see what they were doing now, so how could she complain? Besides, it wasn't that he just had his
hand on her thigh. He was squeezing her thigh through her summer dress and it felt good. She could feel
her pussy tingle. As long as he didn't get too pushy, it was all right. It was even fun doing it like this in a
public place. Most people were probably doing worse.
Oh, go on, she thought, you know you like it. At least this much. He wasn't fucking her. They were
just playing around. Why not enjoy it? Why not enjoy the feel of his fingers, the pressure of his hand?
But what she said was: "Wilbur, I thought you were a gentleman."
He groaned. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I haven't decided."
"Jesus, Barbara, you're driving me crazy."
"Do you like me, Wilbur?"
"You're a knockout."
"Your hand is getting very close to where it shouldn't be."
"I can't help it, Barbara - you turn me on."
"Order something to drink, Wilbur. Maybe that will cool you down."
But of course it didn't cool him down. She knew it wouldn't. Anyway, she didn't want him cooled
down. She was just teasing. And when the next moment his fingers touched the mound of her pussy through
her dress, she said nothing, not a murmur. She just opened her legs to give his hand more room, to let him
know he could play a little, but just a little.
He groaned and she smiled. She whispered in his ear. "Be careful, Wilbur, don't do anything rash."
But she didn't push his hand away.
He wasn't stupid. He knew he had permission. He rubbed her crotch, his fingers rubbing up and
down her cuntlips through the thin material of her dress and panties.
It felt good. She could feel herself juicing up. She could feel the wetness pouring into the crotch of
her panties. She remembered how some of the girls in high school would wear tampons when they went out
with a guy just to soak up the pussy-juice. All those jokes about wet tampons.
Now she thought, all right, let's see how crazy he can get. She slid her hand into his lap.
She inched her fingers along his thigh until she found the bulge of his cock. His hard-on. She
wanted to giggle, but she held it back. His cock was so stiff, it was like iron. She thought about that big
cock in his pants. The poor guy must be uncomfortable, she thought. He was all hot and bothered, his prick
like iron.
She ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock and decided it wasn't that big. She'd felt
bigger cocks. They all thought their cocks were so important. Well, she didn't think so. They were fun to
play with and she liked to watch them shoot off, but that was all. Maybe Wilbur thought he'd get to fuck
her. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
"Jesus, you're making me hot," he said.
"All right, I'll take my hand away."
But she didn't, she kept her hand right where it was, her fingers rubbing the length of his cock, her
legs apart to make room for his hand.
Then he said: "Can I touch your pussy, Barbara?"
"Aren't you doing that now?"
"I mean under your dress."
"All right, go on, but be careful no one sees you."
There was no way anyone could see. It was so dark in the place, she could hardly see the table in
front of them.
Now his hand pulled her dress back. His fingers were on her thigh. She wore garters and stockings.
She liked to dress sexy when she went out. She knew she'd get a reaction from Wilbur. When he felt bare
flesh above her stockings, he grunted and swore.
Once again she wanted to giggle. She could feel him tremble with excitement. Then his fingers
moved higher along the inside of her thigh to the bulge of her pussy; her cunt bush bulging through the
nylon of her panties.
She guessed her crotch was soaked. He'd get his fingers wet. Well, that wasn't her problem. If he
was so anxious to touch her wet cunt, let him worry about his wet fingers.
She thought the most disgusting thing in the world was the idea that some men liked to get down
there and suck cunt. Imagine that - sucking a raunchy wet cunt. The idea of it was enough to make her
puke. She couldn't understand how anyone could do it. How could they suck the juice out of a dripping
cunt? That was what she thought about sometimes when she was really hot. She imagined some big stud
with a huge cock going down on her, sucking her pussy, really pulling the slime out of her cunt, getting it
all over his mouth and chin. How disgusting it was. She couldn't understand how anyone could do it.
"Come on, Barbara, let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere."
"What for?"
"You know what for. Let's go somewhere and fuck."
"Not on your life. You've got the wrong idea about me."
"But..."
"I said no."
"I can't take this . . . you fool around like this ... you can't do it."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, except maybe to the car."
"And what happens there?"
"Well, if I've got you so crazy hot, I suppose I ought to do something to relieve you."
He didn't wait for any more explanations. He practically dragged her out of the cocktail lounge to
the parking lot.
She insisted they use her car. She wouldn't use his car - she was too smart for that. She wouldn't
take any chances.
She took him to her own car and had him sit in the passenger seat. They kissed and necked awhile,
and then they were back to basics, his hand between her legs, her hand on his stiff cock. But this time she
opened his fly and pulled his hard prick out.
Oh, he loved that, she could tell. She stroked his prick, spread the juice leaking out of his piss-hole
over his cockhead. She gave him a real good hand-job. She knew how. She'd lost count of all the cocks
she'd brought off, all the gallons of jism.
She liked to watch the jizz come out like an oil well. White oil. They turned into lambs when she
had their cocks in her hand.
Wilbur's cock was nice, only average size but thick and hard like a bone. Lots of foreskin. She
liked that. It was fun to pull the skin up and down, rub it over his cockhead. Cocks were more sensitive
when they weren't cut.
He was far gone now. He leaned back and sighed and grunted and told her to keep going.
She watched him make faces, watched him hiss. He made a croaking sound when she stopped to
delay it a bit. She loved driving them crazy, getting them almost to the point of shooting and then letting
them hang. She imagined the jism boiling in his balls.
All right, she thought, now beat him off. She moved her hand up and down fast, pumping his prick
with a firm grip.
His cock was so hot in her hand, like a hot salami. There was just enough light so she could see.
She kept her eyes on his piss-hole as she pumped her hand up and down. The piss-hole always got bigger at
the instant before they came.
Oh, here it is, he's coming, she thought.
Wilbur groaned as his hot jism suddenly spurted in great globs out of his piss-hole. Barbara was
delighted as she watched four thick jets of jizz shoot out of his cock one after the other. She kept pumping
and managed to get a fifth. His spunk was all over the car, on his pants, on her hand, the drops flying. She
chided herself for not using a handkerchief or something. Now she had a mess in the car.
The hell with it, she thought. She was having too much fun. She milked the last of his load out of
his prick. She squeezed and pinched his cockhead to get the last drop.
"Oh, Jesus, why don't you suck it?" Wilbur said with a groan.
Barbara dropped his prick and backed off. "I certainly won't! I don't ever do that. Anyway, you're
finished now. You ought to be happy I did this much. You had a good one didn't you? What more do you
want? Come on now, I'm going home. You can call me sometime if you like, but that's all for tonight. I've
got a headache."
She almost had to push him out of the car, but she did manage to get him out. She blew him a kiss.
He wasn't that bad, just a bozo like all the others. But it was fun bringing him off, milking his prick like that
and watching it squirt. She smiled as she waved good-bye. She started the car, pulled out of the parking lot
and turned onto the road to drive home.
Well, the evening wasn't that bad, she thought. They had a nice dinner and a few drinks. She had
split the cost with him, so she didn't have to feel guilty about that. She didn't like to take their money, just
their jism.
She remembered the way his cock throbbed in her hand when he came. She knew how to squeeze
just hard enough so she could feel the stuff shooting out. She always liked it better in daylight or indoors,
because then she could really see something. She remembered a TV repairman she'd beat off, his jism
shooting almost across the living room. It took her an hour to get it off that chair. There were shooters and
there were gushers. Maybe it was the pressure inside, how long since the last time they came. It was nice to
see, but she hated getting jizz on her hands and clothes. Even now, her hands were sticky. Yuk! How she
hated it. She'd wash her hands and maybe after that she'd settle down in front of the TV and take care of
herself. She'd give herself a good rub-off with her vibrator. Four or five decent orgasms before turning in.
Maybe a nightcap. She had a yen for some ice cream, but she wouldn't, not tonight. She had to watch her
weight.
On a lonely stretch of road not far from her house, she noticed the lights behind her.
They'd been behind her for some time, but they were closer now. Too close.
She slowed down to let the car pass, but when it did pass it suddenly pulled in front of her so close
that she had to put the brakes on. The car slowed and stopped and she had to stop to avoid ramming it.
She was so mad she rolled the window down. She expected a gang of kids playing games, but it
wasn't a gang - it was Wilbur and two men. They moved towards her, lumbered towards her car and opened
the doors on both sides.
Oh, my God, she thought.
Then someone hit her. They pulled her out of the car and hit her again, this time harder, and
everything suddenly went black.



Chapter Two


When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Wilbur's face looming over her. He was
grinning. He had sweat on his forehead. And then she realized she was gagged, her hands and feet tied.
She was on a bed in a room. Maybe it was a motel room. She turned and saw the other two men.
All of them were grinning, leering at her.
Oh, God, she thought. I've been kidnapped!
At least, she still had her clothes on. Oh, yes, she was still dressed. Maybe it was just a joke.
Maybe after a while it would be all over and they would tell her it was a joke.
No, don't be crazy, she thought. It's not a joke, not this, not the way they're looking at me. This
was real and she knew she had reason to be afraid.
What she feared most, of course, was rape; a gang rape by Wilbur and his friends. The fucking
bastards, she thought. They had no right. They had her in their power. She was bound and gagged. She'd be
raped and maybe killed. It happened to women all the time.
The idea of getting raped was really horrible. She trembled at the idea of it. They could hurt her.
They could do what they wanted with her. How would she survive it? It was awful. I can't stand it, she
thought. Oh, God, I can't stand it, not this.
They were talking about her now. She kept her face turned away. She couldn't look at them. She
was too afraid. She was so helpless. She'd never had anything like this happen to her, never in her life.
"She's a piece," one of them said. "This is prime stuff. How much did you get, Wilbur?"
"I got a finger in her cunt, that's all I got, the fucking cock-teaser. Then she takes me out to her car
and jerks me off and says go home. How do you like that? You ever heard anything like that? The fucking
cock-teaser."
"Okay, Wilbur, you'll get it all now."
They all laughed. Then the third man said: "Come on, get her clothes off and let's see what she's
got. Let's have a look."
And in a moment someone was cutting her clothes with a knife. Yes, it was Wilbur. He was
cutting her dress, ripping it off. Then her bra was cut away and her tits were free.
They forced her to stay on her back so they could see her tits.
"Hey, man, look at the knockers."
"I told you she was a piece."
"I dig the nipples."
"Nice jugs. Like my old lady, you know?"
"Don't talk about your old lady, fuck-face, don't talk so much."
"Come on, fuck off, I'm just talking about her tits."
Then the rest of her dress was pulled away. Someone whistled and they laughed.
"Jesus Christ, look at the garter belt. Black lace. A black lace garter belt and stockings. Man, I'm
going to come in my pants before I even fuck her."
"Come on, Wilbur, get the panties off her, show us the cunt. I bet she's got a classy snatch."
"What's a classy snatch, dummy? They all look the same."
"That's what you say. They're all different. Anyway, what the fuck do you know about cunts? All
you care about is assholes. That's what you like to fuck, isn't it?"
"So what? So I like to fuck assholes - so what?"
"Your old lady, too? You fuck her ass?"
"Shut up about my old lady's asshole."
And they all laughed again, the laughter turning into giggles.
Barbara kept her eyes closed. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to faint. She wanted to die.
Anything but this. The bastards, the rotten creeps, the rotten fucking bastards.
Now Wilbur had her panties cut away, her cunt bush exposed. They couldn't see much, not with
her legs tied together, not from the front. They knew what they had to do.
One of them said: "Turn her over, get her on her knees. Let's have a look at the gash from the
back."
"You just want to see her asshole."
"Shut up, you prick. You look at what you want to look at. Come on, Wilbur, turn her over, get the
bitch on her knees."
Wilbur flipped her over, forced her body into position. She had her head on the mattress and her
ass in the air. She knew they could see everything she had, her cunt, her ass, everything. She wanted to die.
Then someone's hands were on her ass, maybe Wilbur's. Fingers pulled at her cuntlips, spreading
her cunt.
"It's a nice gash," someone said. "I like blonde pussy."
"Well, she's no cherry anyway, ha ha."
"How old do you think she is?"
"How the hell do I know? Maybe twenty-five."
"Why don't you count her fucking teeth, dummy?"
"Shut up."
"She's got no hair around her asshole. I like them better when they've got some hair. Christ, what
an ass. Look at this, feel her skin, feel how smooth she is."
"Shit, you talk like you never fucked a woman before. Maybe you've been fucking pigs. Is that
what you've been doing? Fucking the pigs on your old man's farm?"
"Shut up, creep, don't talk like that."
"Oh, fuck you."
Someone had his fingers in her cunt now. Maybe it was Wilbur. He had his fingers inside her
cunthole, maybe two fingers. It felt like two fingers.
She prayed the whole thing was a nightmare. Maybe she'd wake up and find herself sweating. Just
another bad dream.
Then whoever had his fingers in her cunt fucked a finger into her ass. Or maybe it was someone
else. The finger in her ass screwed inside her shitter. God, how it burned.
She had their fingers in both holes, their fingers probing her holes like she was some kind of
animal. The rotten bastards, if only she could scream. The motel was probably filled with people, but
nobody could tell what was going on here. Nobody could tell she was being gang-raped.
He was fucking her with his fingers now, pushing and pulling his fingers in her cunt and ass.
Then the fingers came out and new fingers came in. They were taking turns doing it, taking turns
getting the feel of her cunt and ass.
Someone said: "Christ, I got her shit on my finger."
The others laughed. "Lick it off," someone said. They told him to suck his finger clean, suck her
shit off his finger.
If only she could pass out, if only she could die.
It was Wilbur who fucked her first. She could tell by the way the others urged him on. She felt
Wilbur's hands holding her ass, then his cock fucked into her dry cunt.
It hurt terribly at first, but after a while her pussy juiced up a little. She had no control over that.
Anyway, it was better than getting hurt.
She felt his stiff cock fucking in and pulling out again and again. You rat prick, she thought. He
couldn't get into her pants without this.
But now he had her, he certainly did. His cock stretched her cunt. She could feel every inch of his
prick with her legs together like this.
He was fucking her from behind like she was a dog. It was awful. She hated fucking - she always
had. Ever since the first time, the first fuck by her mother's brother, her uncle. She remembered her uncle's
prick pounding her poor little pussy. He busted her cherry. She remembered all the blood, his huge cock.
The bastard had raped her, all right. He had raped her after she teased him. She was just joking, she didn't
mean it. All she did was tease him a little, show him her panties, her crotch. The way she sat with her skirt
pulled back, he could see what she had. And then they were kissing. He felt her tits, and before she knew
what was happening he was fucking her. The bastard, he raped her, he took her cherry. It wasn't that bad,
but it was never any better, not with any of them. She hated fucking. She hated having a cock inside her
pussy.
Wilbur shot his load in her cunt, and then a moment later his cock was replaced by another one.
The second cock slid right in because her pussy was drenched with Wilbur's jism.
The filthy animals, she thought. They fuck in each other's spunk.
This one fucked her with force, hard thrusting against her ass, ramming his cock in her cunt,
pulling it out, ramming it in again.
She thought he'd come like Wilbur, but instead he pulled out. She heard a crazy giggle and when
she opened her eyes she saw his cock hanging over her face. His fist was pumping his prick. Then his jism
shot out, hitting her face, her eyes, her nose. He gave her the whole load on her face. He drenched her with
it.
Oh, the creep, she thought. The rotten creep, the lousy fucker. Look what they're doing to me.
She was being gang-raped by three animals. Two down and one to go. Would they kill her
afterward? She hated their slimy cocks. She'd rather be dead. Why didn't they do it now and get it over
with? She'd rather be dead.
But they didn't kill her, at least not yet. She had another cock coming. He was behind her now, his
hands on her ass, his fingers playing with her cunt. Then his fingers strayed to her asshole.
No, God, not my asshole, she thought. Don't let him fuck my ass, please not there.
Oh, God, what was he doing? He was stretching her asshole with his finger, that was what he was
doing. She could tell he was getting her asshole ready for fucking. The bastard, she thought.
Then she felt something pushing at her asshole. She felt his cockhead pushing, forcing its way
inside.
Oh, God, the pain, it was too much. She'd come apart. She couldn't take it.
He forced his cock inside her ass, stretched her poor little asshole. She wondered how any woman
could take a cock in there. The whole thing was impossible.
Oh, God, there's more, she thought. He was giving her all of it now, his whole cock up her ass,
every inch.
She could feel his cock in there. It felt like a baseball bat up her ass. Inch by inch he gave her the
whole length of his hard cock.
"Hey, look at the ass-fucker," someone said. "Look at him go, ha ha. How is it, Benny?"
"It's good. The bitch is tight, real tight. Nice grip. Oh, yeah. This is something, man, I really dig
this. This is one hot ass."
"I thought you said you like them better with hair."
"Fuck the hair, this is all right, ha ha. Shit, what an ass!"
"No, dummy, there's shit in her ass."
"Look at the fucker, he's got her shit on his cock. Hey, Benny, you got shit all over your cock."
"Who gives a fuck?"
"He likes it, he likes her shit!"
"Sure, I like her shit, it's nice and hot. Man, this is a sweet little ass. Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, I'm
making it - oh, fuck yeah.'' And Benny roared like a bull as he shot his load in her ass.
She could feel his jism. She could feel the sudden wetness, the slime, his cock sliding more easily.
Her asshole was wide open. It felt a yard wide now. His cock fucked in and out, his balls slapping against
her cunt each time he rammed forward. He shot his load, gave her the last drop and then pulled out.
After that they pushed her over on her back. Wilbur grinned at her, and then his hand shot out,
smashed against her head, her mouth, her cheek. He beat her up. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take the
pain in her ass and now the pain in her head. She passed out, turned her head away and everything went
black.



Chapter Three


When Barbara came around again, everything was hazy at first, her head slowly clearing and her
muscles aching.
Then she realized she was strung up, hanging by her wrists. She was strung up and spread-eagled
and completely naked.
Oh, God, where am I? she thought.
Then she saw the man.
He was an ordinary-looking man sitting in a chair facing her. He had no expression on his face.
She sobbed and said: "Who are you?"
He smiled, showed his teeth, hardly moved and said: "You can call me Bruno."
She remembered the gang rape, the motel room, the way they fucked her cunt and ass. She
remembered the cocks in her ass, the pain.
Oh, God, what's happening to me? she thought. And now this one. He calls himself Bruno.
"Please let me go," she sobbed. "I don't know who you are, but please let me go. I haven't done
anything to you, have I? Please, I beg you. I was raped by three men, I want the police. I'll pay you. Please
help me."
He just smiled at her. Then he said: "Don't be stupid. I bought you. You're all bought and paid for.
Just relax."
"Oh, God!" she cried. She pulled at the ropes that held her. She squirmed like a captured animal.
That was what she was, a captured animal, the way she was spread-eagled and naked.
She saw the way he looked at her body, at her tits and cunt bush. What difference does it make?
she thought. It made no difference, not after the way she was raped.
Bruno just sat there with a smirk on his face, his eyes on her cunt. Her struggling opened her
cuntlips. She could feel herself wide open. It was awful.
Then he suddenly pulled his cock out of his pants. She was caught by surprise. She gasped at the
sight of his big prick out in the open.
His cock twitched as it protruded out of his fly like a huge sausage. Then his fingers curled around
his cockshaft. He gripped the lower part of his cock and the veins in his cockshaft bulged. His cockhead
was like a huge bloated plum, purplish in color, the juices brimming in his piss-hole.
He slowly pumped his prick as he watched her squirm. His eyes moved up and down between her
tits and her cunt. She cried and she sobbed, but there was nothing she could do. She was helpless.
After a while he rose up from the chair. He walked around her and looked at her ass. Then she felt
his hands.
First he squeezed her ass and then his hands moved up to her tits. He bounced her tits, weighing
them on his palms, then pinching her nipples with his fingers.
"Do you like to fuck?" he said.
He dropped her tits and moved around to face her. His cock was still exposed, still hanging out of
his fly, and she couldn't help staring at it.
"Please let me go," she sobbed.
"I asked you a question, bitch. Do you like to fuck?"
She started crying again and he suddenly slapped her and growled.
"Do you like to fuck?"
"I don't know, maybe sometimes," she sobbed. "I don't know."
He slapped her again. "What about cock-sucking? Are you any good at it?"
She was afraid of him. "I don't have much experience."
He kept his hands on her tits. He chuckled. He looked into her eyes as he squeezed her tits.
"You've got a nice solid ass," he said. "That's your best asset. I like fucking a solid ass."
He walked away from her and picked up something from a table. He pulled the chair he'd been
sitting on closer to her and sat down.
His eyes were level with her pussy, with her spread cunt. She cringed as he ran his hands over her
thighs.
His fingers tickled her. She bent her neck to look down at what he had in his hand. It was an
instrument of some sort. Then her blood ran cold as she recognized what it was. A pair of needle-nosed
pliers.
She screamed as he pushed her cuntlips around with the point of the pliers.
But he didn't hurt her, not yet. It was the expectation that made her scream.
Then he opened the pliers, grabbed her left cuntlip and pulled it outward. He opened her cunt to
have a look at the pink interior.
He spread her cuntlips apart with his fingers, pushed the pliers part way inside her cunthole and
used them to spread the mouth of her pussy.
He peered inside her cunthole. She held her breath. She was afraid to move, afraid to scream,
afraid he would hurt her.
Then his fingers spread her cuntlips even more. The pliers were out of her cunthole now, and her
heart pounded as she watched the tip of the pliers move to her clit.
He pulled the hood of her clit back, pinched the shaft with the pliers. He wiggled her clit, suddenly
pinched it harder. The awful pain almost made her pass out, but he eased the pressure almost immediately.
"Tell me about Wilbur and his friends," he said. "Tell me what they did to you."
"They raped me," she sobbed.
"Where?"
"Everywhere."
He pinched her clit again and she groaned.
"Tell me where," he said. "Your mouth? You sucked their cocks?"
"Yes."
"Your ass? Did they fuck your ass?"
"Yes."
"How many of them?"
"I don't know, I think all of them. I fainted. I don't know."
"Bastards," Bruno said. "They told me they didn't lay a hand on you. They nearly fucked you out,
didn't they? Well, we'll have to see if you're any good. The bastards. You can't trust anyone these days,
everyone lies."
He walked away from her and pushed a button in a small gadget on a table. Within seconds a door
opened and a woman came in.
She was an older woman, an attractive woman with blue-gray hair, and she was wearing a kitchen
apron.
"Yes, Mr. Bruno?" she said. Her eyes were on Barbara. Her eyes took it all in, Barbara spread-
eagled, her tits and cunt exposed. The woman's eyes were mocking, but not surprised.
Bruno said: "Clean her ass, Edith. Give her an enema. Get the stuff and bring it here."
Barbara groaned. They couldn't, they wouldn't, she thought. She didn't believe it. The whole thing
was a dream.
No, it was real. Here she was tied up and helpless. There was the woman leaving the room. His
housekeeper or something, but now off to get the equipment to give her an enema.
Barbara started sweating. She was so afraid and humiliated. Would he watch it? She couldn't bear
the thought of him watching it. But of course he would watch it.
Then Edith came back carrying the enema equipment, the bag filled with water, a large pot and
some other things.
Barbara cringed. She shuddered and squirmed on the ropes. She began crying again.
Bruno told her to shut up. He slapped her face until she stopped crying. She wanted to die. How
horrible to be treated like this.
Then Edith was there close to her. She could smell the housekeeper, a heavy kitchen smell. She
felt Edith's hands on her ass.
Edith said: "She's built nice, Mr. Bruno."
Bruno chuckled. "You like her, huh?"
"She's very nice, young and healthy."
"I bet you'd like a crack at her, you old bitch."
Bruno laughed and Edith laughed with him.
"I wouldn't mind," the housekeeper said. Barbara could see Edith's white teeth flashing. "Can I
touch a little bit, Mr. Bruno?"
"Sure, go on, feel her up all you want."
Edith pressed close now. She smiled at Barbara, showing her white teeth, her breath warm against
Barbara's face.
The housekeeper hefted Barbara's tits, pulling her nipples outward with her fingers. She squeezed
Barbara's ass. Then she kept one hand on Barbara's ass and moved the other hand around in front to probe
Barbara's cunt.
"You like my fingers?" Edith said. "Yes, you do, I can tell."
One finger fucked inside Barbara's asshole, another finger inside her cunthole. The two fingers
rubbed against each other through the wall separating Barbara's cunt-channel and shit-tube.
Edith whispered in Barbara's ear: "Are you afraid?"
Barbara shuddered and groaned. "Yes."
Edith chuckled. "Piss on my hand a little bit. Go on, I don't mind."
Barbara was shocked. She groaned again as Edith insisted.
"Go on, piss," Edith said. She cruelly twisted the finger in Barbara's ass.
Barbara jerked her body in response. The pain was awful. She sobbed as Edith churned her finger
again. It was too much. She let go. She let some piss come out. Edith chuckled and rubbed the piss over
Barbara's cunt.
"She's afraid of piss, Mr. Bruno. You'll have some fun with her."
Bruno leaned back, stroked his cock. "You got her pissing?"
"Just a little," Edith said. She showed Bruno her wet hand and they both laughed.
Then Edith's hand was back at Barbara's cunt again. She pinched her clit, this time pinching hard
until Barbara threw her head back and screamed.
She could feel Edith's fingernails tearing at her clit. She screamed again, tossing her head from
side to side.
Finally Edith pulled her hand away. She reached for the enema bag, fondled the nozzle and
showed it to Barbara. The housekeeper smiled as she put some Vaseline on the nozzle.
Then Edith moved behind Barbara and patted her asscheeks.
Bruno left his chair and walked over to one of the walls. He pushed a button and Barbara's arms
were suddenly loosened. Her arms came down. Edith pushed at Barbara's head and shoulders, forcing her to
bend over.
Her arms down, her tits hanging, Barbara found herself bent double to take the enema nozzle.
A soft cry escaped Barbara's throat as Edith pushed the nozzle inside her ass.
Edith smacked her lips with satisfaction. "Very nice," the housekeeper said. "She's got a cute little
asshole."
Barbara focused her attention on the feel of the nozzle as it slid deep inside her ass. It was hard for
her to believe the reality of what was happening.
Then suddenly she felt the water going in, the water filling her shitter all the way inside.
The water poured into her ass too quickly fill her guts. It blew her up like a balloon. She wanted to
faint. All that water. The shame of it, to be bent over like this. Like an animal. This smelly old woman
pinching her ass.
"Nice," Edith said. "She takes it nicely, Mr. Bruno. She'll be all clean for you."
Bruno came behind Barbara to look at the nozzle in her ass, to inspect her asshole. He ran his
hands over her ass and then over her bulging belly.
"Okay, that's enough," he said.
Finally the enema stopped, the water stopped flowing. She felt as though her insides would
explode any moment. The pressure was painful. If only she could faint.
Then Edith moved behind her, positioned the large pot, forced her to squat. Brutally pinching
Barbara's tits, Edith said: "Let it go, honey, let it come out. You can't hold all that water inside. It's not good
for you."
Barbara suddenly let go. Her asshole exploded as the water gushed out.
Both Edith and Bruno chuckled with satisfaction as they watched.
The water gushed in a torrent, splashing into the pot under Barbara's ass, gushing out of her
shithole.
The water slowed to a stream and then finally it was just dripping, no more than a few drops
falling from her asshole.
Edith said: "All right, Mr. Bruno, she's clean now."
Bruno grunted and sat down in his chair again. "Go on, whip her ass. Let's see what she can take."
"You mean it, Mr. Bruno?"
"Sure, I mean it. Give her a workout."
Edith gave her a workout, all right. The housekeeper beat her ass with a belt for ten minutes while
Barbara screamed in agony. The burning pain was unbearable. Her ass felt so huge. First the enema and
now the whipping. She was sure she couldn't survive the ordeal.
After that Bruno left his chair and again came behind Barbara. He squeezed her asscheeks, pushed
against her. She hardly realized what was happening and then it came to her. She felt his cock painfully
stretching her asshole. He was fucking her ass.
He fucked the whole length of his cock inside her ass, then he pulled out and slammed in again.
Her asshole was wide open. His cock slid in and out smoothly as he fucked her ass, as he pounded
his fat salami of a cock in her shitter.
Then he grunted and came, spurted his jism inside her ass. He lunged against her as he emptied his
balls.
After that he was out of her ass again, moving in front of her, pulling her head up with his hands,
forcing her mouth open.
"Go on, suck it," he said. "Get a taste of your ass." He chuckled and slapped her face as he filled
her mouth with his thick cock.



Chapter Four


"Come on, get up," Edith snarled. "That's enough sleep for you."
They had put Barbara in a locked room overnight. There was nothing in the room but a bare
mattress. Now it was morning and Edith the housekeeper was kicking her awake.
Edith's foot pushed and kicked Barbara's ass. Barbara's bones hurt. She had nothing covering her
but a thin blanket, and under that she was naked.
Edith pulled the blanket off and kicked her again. She forced Barbara off the mattress and pulled
her to her feet.
Barbara was amazed at how strong Edith was. Then Edith slapped Barbara's face, slapped both
sides of her face with her open hand.
Barbara stood there naked and shivering. She cried as Edith continued slapping her face.
Then Edith slapped her tits. "You've got big tits," Edith said. Then she laughed. "More to hurt,
right? Come on, hold them while I do it."
And Barbara had to hold her tits up with her hands while the awful woman slapped her tit-flesh
and pinched her nipples.
Then Edith got tired of that and moved her hands down to Barbara's crotch. She probed Barbara's
cunt and ass, fucking her fingers inside both holes. Edith chuckled as she rammed Barbara's asshole hard
and made her cry out.
"Maybe you need to shit," Edith said. "How about it?"
But Barbara shook her head. She wanted to die.
Then Edith pushed her out of the room and down the hall to a bathroom. Edith forced her into the
shower and turned the water on full blast.
Barbara was scalded by the hot water. She thought she'd faint from the shock of it, but after a
moment it was all right. She did need a shower. She felt dirty.
Her asshole still burned from the fucking by Bruno. What would happen to her here? She was
afraid, afraid of Bruno, afraid of Edith. The way Edith was looking at her now was frightening. On the
street, one might have thought Edith was just an ordinary attractive older woman, but she was obviously a
sadist. She took pleasure in hurting her. Even now Edith's eyes were glittering. She was probably thinking
up some new torture.
Finally Edith ordered Barbara out of the shower. The older woman watched Barbara dry herself
with a towel. Then Edith was at her again, making her bend over. Barbara had to hold onto the sink so Edith
could inspect her asshole. Then Edith pinched Barbara's nipples and tits, brutally squeezing her tender tit-
flesh.
"Does it hurt?" Edith said. "Here, have some more." Edith's fingers then pushed into Barbara's
cunt, pinched her clit and reamed her cunthole. "Do you need to piss? Come over here on the toilet. Go on,
piss. Don't be bashful. I gave you an enema yesterday, remember? What have you got to be bashful about?
Go on, sweetie, open your legs so Edith can see."
Barbara had to open her legs so Edith could see the piss coming out. The woman was horrible, so
horrible to humiliate her like this.
Barbara felt the piss gushing out of her cunt.
She really had to go. Edith was obviously turned on by it. Edith was rubbing her cunt through her
skirt now. Then she lifted her skirt and Barbara could see Edith's legs. Edith wore gartered nylons. She had
white thighs. She wore no panties. She had a thick bush of dark cunt hair.
Barbara watched as Edith toyed with her cunt bush. Edith spread her cuntlips to show Barbara her
clit.
Moving closer, Edith said: "Go on, suck it. Smell my cunt and suck it."
Barbara realized she had no choice. Edith pushed her cunt at her face and Barbara found herself
with the woman's soft cuntlips mashed against her mouth.
She had her nose on Edith's clit. She had to lick and suck the woman's pussy. The smell was awful,
the smell of a ripe cunt.
Edith forced Barbara's face down under her crotch. The older woman squatted on Barbara's mouth.
Barbara's face was covered by Edith's cunt bush. Edith's fat cuntlips pressed against Barbara's mouth.
"Here it comes," Edith said.
Here comes what? Barbara thought. Then suddenly she found out as Edith started pissing. She
twisted Barbara's ear and ordered her to keep her mouth open.
The piss filled Barbara's mouth, raw hot piss drenching her. There was so much piss. Her brain
was overwhelmed by the smell and taste of the older woman's hot piss.
Edith laughed and turned around to offer Barbara her ass. "Go on, sweetie, eat my ass."
Barbara gazed transfixed as the woman's ass approached her face. She stared at Edith's ass-crack.
Edith reached back and spread her ass-cheeks with her hands, the deep crack splitting open.
Edith's asshole was big and brown. It gaped at Barbara like a mouth. Edith had curled hair around
the ring of her asshole. Then Edith moved towards Barbara again, and in a moment Barbara's face was in
the crack of Edith's ass.
Barbara's mouth was pressed deep in the ass-crack, her nose against Edith's asshole.
Edith laughed, wiggling her ass. She reached back and slapped Barbara's head. "Your tongue,
stupid. Let me feel your tongue."
Barbara cried and sobbed. She began licking Edith's ass, tonguing the evil woman's asshole.
She lapped her tongue up and down. Edith squirmed and pushed back and buried Barbara's face
between her big asscheeks.
The smell and taste of the woman's ass was horrible. It was so awful and depraved. Barbara felt so
degraded. Finally Edith pulled away. She slapped Barbara's face one more time and told her to get off the
toilet.
After that, Edith took Barbara down to the kitchen. She fed her some breakfast without letting her
sit down. She made Barbara bend over the kitchen table to show her asshole again.
"We'll fix you up," Edith said.
Barbara had no idea what Edith was talking about. Fix her up? She expected something awful. She
knew these people now.
When the breakfast was finished, Edith took Barbara upstairs to a dressing room. The older
woman pulled some shoes out of a closet and finally found a pair that fit Barbara. They were black mules
with five-inch heels and Barbara had trouble standing in them.
Then Barbara's hands were forced behind her back and Edith attached handcuffs to her wrists
before Barbara could prevent it.
Barbara was helpless. Edith slapped her face, told her not to look so upset. Then a ball-gag was
forced into Barbara's mouth and tied around her face.
Barbara had difficulty breathing at first, but then she learned how. The ball kept her jaws open and
soon it was painful. Then the pain was gone and her jaws were numb.
Edith played with Barbara's tits again. She pulled her nipples. Then she brought out a pair of clips
and attached them.
The teeth of the clips bit into the tender flesh of Barbara's nipples. She couldn't even cry out now.
She had to endure the pain. If only she could die.
Edith chuckled as she attached chains to the nipple-clips. The older woman pulled on the chains to
stretch Barbara's nipples. She pulled still more and the pain was so great Barbara wanted to scream. The
pain was terrible as her nipples were stretched one inch, two inches, three inches from her tits. The clips
tore at her tit-flesh.
Then she had to bend over, and suddenly something was in her asshole. Edith had shoved a dildo
up Barbara's ass.
Edith strapped the dildo around Barbara's waist and legs. Barbara had a rubber cock deep inside
her ass. It was so hard and big, she felt like she had to take a huge shit.
Edith laughed. "In a few days your asshole will be just right for Mr. Bruno. You let me know when
you have to shit, sweetie."
Then Edith fingered Barbara's cunt, pulling at her cuntlips, her fingernails tearing at Barbara's clit.
Barbara wanted to scream, but she couldn't because of the gag. The pain was terrible. Her poor
little clit was so brutally attacked. My God, she thought, the woman's a beast, she's not human.
Edith whispered in Barbara's ear: "If you want me to stop, piss in my hand a little. Come on,
honey, give me a little present."
Barbara knew she had to stop it, the pain was too much. She let go some piss. She let her piss drip
into Edith's hand.
Edith chuckled and rubbed the piss over Barbara's cunt. She pinched Barbara's clit one last time
and finally pulled her hand away from the tortured woman's cunt.
Barbara was taken down to Bruno after that. She was pushed into a den of some kind. Bruno was
sitting in a chair, and he smiled when he saw them.
Edith pushed Barbara into a chair facing Bruno. The older woman pulled Barbara's legs apart,
draping them over the arms of the chair. Barbara's cunt was wide open to Bruno's gaze. The dildo was still
up her ass, deep inside her ass now because she was sitting on it.
Then Bruno told Edith to pull Barbara's legs back and move her forward so he could see her
asshole.
Edith did that. Bruno smiled when he saw the dildo in Barbara's ass. He sent Edith away and
moved his chair forward to get closer to Barbara.
Bruno ran his fingers over Barbara's thighs and down to the end of the dildo sticking out of her ass.
He traced his fingertip around the stretched ring of her shitter.
"Nice," he said. He pulled his cock out and began slowly stroking it. "How'd you like it yesterday?
Did you like my cock up your ass?"
Barbara shook her head and Bruno laughed. He continued stroking his big cock. She couldn't help
staring at his prick. She could see his piss-hole leaking juice. He was such an animal.
Then Bruno reached out and pulled at the clips attached to Barbara's nipples. He pulled at them
until the pain shot through her. He smiled as he watched her face. He could see on her face how much he
was hurting her.
After that he told her to get up and walk around. He wanted to see how she moved on the high
heels. She walked back and forth, her hands cuffed together behind her back, her mouth stuffed with the
gag and the dildo up her ass.
Then he told her to stop. She had to turn so he could poke around her ass with his fingers. He
pushed the dildo deeper into her ass. He chuckled and asked her how it felt. She couldn't answer, of course.
He was just teasing her. The whole thing was so cruel.
Then suddenly he pulled the gag out of her mouth. He pulled the nipple clips and she started
crying and screaming. He slapped her face.
"Shut up, bitch! You make too much noise. How does your asshole feel?"
"What do you think?" she sobbed. "How do you think it feels? Please let me go. What do you want
from me?"
"I told you, I bought you. Don't you understand? No, you don't understand, you're too stupid to
understand." He laughed and reached into a drawer. He brought out a long metal rod of some kind. "You
know what this is?"
"No, I don't."
"Okay, I'll show you." He touched the rod to her tits and she felt a sudden shock, an electric shock.
The rod was an electric prod like they used with cattle, only smaller.
She trembled when he asked her if she wanted the rod up her pussy. She was frightened, more
frightened than ever; and suddenly she started pissing with fear.
The piss streamed along the insides of her legs and she was shocked as she realized what was
happening.
Bruno saw it and started laughing. He forced her into the armchair again. He forced her legs over
the arm to open her cunt.
She watched it all with disbelief. She watched him fuck the electric prod inside her cunt. Then the
electricity came, the shock small at first, then growing. She jerked like a rag doll as he kept giving it to her.
He continued prodding her cunt and clit, making her dance in the chair. She groaned and sobbed,
bucking her ass up and down each time the electric shock ripped through her pussy.
First it was pain. Then she started coming. She had no control over it. Her cunt went into
convulsions. It was almost as if her cunt were not attached to her. Like it belonged to someone else.
She had one orgasm after the other, her cunt, her whole body shaking. She came and came until
finally she passed out.
When she was conscious again, she found her mouth filled with Bruno's cock. He was standing in
front of her with his cock in her mouth, his fist around his cockshaft. He pumped his prick, jerking off into
her mouth.
Then he came, glob after glob of hot jism splashing down her throat. She had to swallow to avoid
choking.
He filled her mouth with his jism. He drained his balls and then he slapped her face and told her
she had a lot to learn.



Chapter Five


Barbara had the dildo in her ass two whole days. Then finally Edith pulled it out, gave Barbara an
enema and brought her downstairs to Bruno. They made her bend over so Bruno could inspect her shithole.
"Nice," he said. "She looks okay now." He shoved a finger inside Barbara's asshole, then added
another finger and fucked both fingers in and out of her shitter. "Go on, squeeze my fingers. Tighten up
your ass."
Barbara did what he wanted. She was afraid if she refused they would beat her. She was learning
the best thing with these people was to follow orders. They were mean and vicious. There was no way to
predict what they would do to her. She did not want to get hurt. She tightened her asshole around Bruno's
fingers, squeezing his fingers with her ass muscles as hard as she could.
Bruno grunted with satisfaction. "Okay, that's good. Make sure she stays clean, Edith."
Edith smiled. "Of course, Mr. Bruno. Are you going to fuck her now?"
"Sure, why not?" Bruno snickered. He chucked Edith's chin, then ran his hand down to squeeze
one of her heavy tits. "You want to suck some cock? You bring it up and then I'll fuck her ass."
Barbara had to sit there and watch Edith suck Bruno's cock to a hard-on so he could fuck her ass.
She sat in the chair naked as she watched them. She could almost feel that big cock of his already in her
ass. Her poor asshole. All stretched now because of the dildo. But maybe it wouldn't hurt as much when he
fucked her ass. She hoped it didn't. She still wasn't used to the pain.
She thought it was disgusting how Edith slurped over Bruno's cock. He had his pants and shorts
down at his ankles, Edith kneeling there on the carpet in front of him with her mouth on his prick. Edith
pumped her mouth back and forth on his prick. The woman's eyes were closed and she obviously enjoyed
what she was doing. Barbara hated them. She hated Bruno more, the way he stood there like a king
watching his housekeeper suck his filthy prick.
When Edith finally had Bruno's cock as hard as it would get, she pulled her mouth away. His
cockhead dripped with her saliva. "How's that, Mr. Bruno?"
"Looks good," Bruno said. "Bend her over and open her ass."
Edith handled Barbara as though she were a trained dog. Barbara found herself doubled up in the
chair, her head down and her naked ass in the air. She felt Edith's hands on her asscheeks, Edith's fingers
tickling her cunt and asshole.
"She's ready," Edith said. "She's ready for your cock, Mr. Bruno."
A moment later Bruno was behind Barbara, his hands gripping her ass, his fat cockhead pushing
against the stretched ring of her asshole.
A short gasp came out of Barbara's throat as the knob of his cock popped inside her shitter. Bruno
grunted, gripped her ass more firmly and slowly fucked the full length of his prick inside her ass guts.
"Oh, yeah." he said, "this is nice. She's got a great little ass, just right. I don't mind an ass like this
at all."
Barbara cringed. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to forget where she was. But how could she
forget with a cock up her ass? It didn't matter that her asshole had been stretched by having the dildo inside
her two days. His cock still felt huge, like a big club up her ass. The bastard, she thought. She hated his
guts. She clamped her asshole down on his cock, squeezing his fucking cockshaft with her shitter. Go on,
she thought, come in my ass.
Which, of course, was Bruno's intention. Squeezing her asscheeks with his hands, he finally
grunted and croaked and shot his load deep inside her ass guts.
"Sweet little ass," he said, patting her back as he pulled his prick out of her shitter. "She'll do okay
tonight."
Barbara had no idea what he was talking about. Tonight? Was there something special scheduled
for tonight? Once again, she was afraid. What new horror did they have in store for her?
The afternoon passed swiftly, and then after dinner she learned what Bruno had in mind for her.
First Edith led Barbara to the dressing room. "You're lucky tonight," Edith said.
Barbara looked at her. "What do you mean?"
Edith chuckled. "I guess you'll get all the cock you've ever wanted. I wouldn't mind changing
places with you. But then again, I guess not. Anyway, let's stop the talk and get you dressed. Mr. Bruno
wants you sexy tonight. First let's get you an enema, get that pretty little asshole cleaned out."
Barbara had to submit to an enema in the small bathroom adjoining the dressing room. It was
almost a ritual now. It was evident that Edith enjoyed it, enjoyed humiliating her, enjoyed sliding the enema
nozzle inside her ass and then filling her guts with water. Edith always took the opportunity to feel
Barbara's tits and ass and cunt. Sometimes she forced Barbara to suck her pussy while she still had the
water inside her ass. Then at the end, Edith would chuckle as Barbara let go and the water gushed out of her
tortured ass and into the toilet.
When the enema was finished, Edith pushed Barbara back into the dressing room and began
selecting clothes for her to wear. Barbara was surprised as she realized Edith was really dressing her up.
Edith made her wear a garter belt and fishnet stockings and black high-heeled pumps. Then she
had to put on a black satin dress with a plunging neckline that revealed the deep cleavage between her tits.
Edith handcuffed Barbara's hands behind her back and put the ball-gag in her mouth. Then she raised
Barbara's dress in back, raised it all the way up to her waist and attached it to the handcuffs. Barbara's ass
was completely revealed. Her asscheeks, the deep cleft of her asscrack, the fishnet stockings reached to
mid-thigh. Everything was completely exposed in back, while in front she was still completely covered.
Edith made Barbara look at herself in the full-length mirror. "You're a pretty picture," Edith said.
"They're going to love your ass, honey."
Barbara quivered. She wondered who Edith was talking about. How awful it was to be a prisoner
like this, to have no control over her fate, to be at the mercy of these horrible people.
In a short time Edith led her downstairs. Bruno was with two men, two well-dressed important-
looking men his own age. They all smiled at Barbara. She tried to hold her tears back. She did not want to
give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. They were beasts, all of them.
After Edith left, Bruno made Barbara turn around so his friends could see her from the back. The
two men guffawed.
"Christ, look at the ass," one of them said.
Bruno felt her ass, his hands squeezing her ass-flesh. His fingers probed her asscrack. Her asshole
twitched. She couldn't help it. His finger tickled her shitter and her asshole twitched in response. She was
mortified.
Bruno said: "Okay, Harry, whatever you want, she's all yours. At least, you're first."
Harry grinned and rubbed his crotch. "First we get the cheeks a little pink, hey, Bruno?"
"I told you, whatever you want. You want to beat her ass? Go on and do it."
"You've got class, Bruno, you really do. Have you got something?"
Barbara trembled with fear as she watched Bruno hand him a small whip. Small, but enough to
hurt.
She had to bend over a chair. Harry's hands moved over her ass. He chuckled as he spread her
asscheeks to have a look at her asshole. Then his fingers worked between her cuntlips, pushing inside her
cunthole, churning her pussy.
"This is nice stuff, Bruno, really nice. Where'd you find her?"
"What's the difference? Go on and enjoy yourself. I always like my friends to enjoy themselves."
The first crack of the whip caught her by surprise. The stinging pain was more than she could bear.
The ball-gag in her mouth made it impossible to cry out. Her body shaking, she squirmed and choked on
the gag as he started whipping her ass.
I'm finished, she thought. She would die here. God had forsaken her.
The whip came down again, tearing at her flesh, slashing across the tender skin of her ass. The
burning pain was terrible. Her ass felt like it was on fire.
The other two men made jokes about the whipping. They talked about her ass, how round and full
it was, how pretty she was in fishnet stockings with her dress pulled up to show her thighs and asscheeks.
Because she was sobbing so much, the gag in her mouth made it difficult for her to breathe. She
thought she might suffocate. She might die right there, drown in her own saliva.
The man whipping her was called Harry and the other man was called Steve. So what? she
thought, so you know their names. There was nothing she could do to help herself one way or the other.
Steve talked to Bruno about her mouth. He asked Bruno if she was good at sucking cock. Bruno
said she was all right, nothing special, but all right. Harry was obviously crazy about her ass. Like the other
time with three men. One of them was also crazy about her ass. Oh, God, she thought. She wished she were
ugly. Maybe then they wouldn't bother her.
Then Harry finished whipping her ass and Steve had his turn. I'm a toy, she thought. Little
Barbara, the toy. They could do with her anything they wanted. Steve wanted her mouth. Talking to Bruno
about cock-sucking had turned him on. He wanted her mouth sucking on his prick. Bruno pulled the ball-
gag out of her mouth and told Steve to go ahead.
Steve went ahead, all right. In went his cock, his long thick cock fucking into her mouth, sliding
all the way in until his cockhead slammed against her tonsils.
She wanted to vomit. He held his cock deep in her throat a moment and then he slowly pulled
back. Thank God for that. Another second and she was sure she'd choke to death.
He began fucking her face, ramming his cock against her throat each time he fucked in. Again and
again, he pulled out and rammed in. His cock was thick enough to stretch her jaws to the maximum. He
fucked her mouth with a steady hard thrusting. His fingers played with her ears, holding them and
occasionally moving her head to get a different angle for his cock.
She kept her eyes closed. She did not want to see anything. She did not want to look at him.
Nothing in the world counted except the awful feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her gaping mouth.
She felt stuffed. Like one of those pigs with its mouth stuffed with food, a pig on a platter at a
feast. She was the pig. She was nothing but a pig stuffed with cockmeat.
Now someone was playing with her asshole. It was probably Harry, the one so crazy about her ass.
Her shitter was wide open. All the ass-fucking and enemas, all the abuse her asshole had been getting had
made it loose and receptive. Harry had two fingers in her ass and he was telling Bruno how much it felt like
a tight cunt.
Steve continued fucking in and out of her mouth. Saliva drooled out of the corners of her lips and
ran over her chin. His thick cock slid in and out of a bath of warm spit. She knew that made it nicer for him,
but she couldn't help it. How could she control her saliva? She could hear the sound made by his fucking
cock as it sloshed in her mouth.
"Christ, what a mouth," Steve said.
Bruno chuckled. "Enjoy yourself."
Steve's balls slapped against her chin. She wondered if he would come in her mouth. Maybe they
would both shoot their loads and she'd be rid of them.
She had no such luck. They had other things in store for her.
She remembered the other time, the motel room, Wilbur and his two friends. Now it was three of
them again. But this time it was worse. She had a stretched asshole, and she knew a few things. She knew
the taste of pain and piss, the cruelties of Edith and Bruno. They're all monsters, she thought. She hated
them all.
Maybe this was hell. Maybe she had died and now she was paying for all her sins. She thought
about that as Steve continued fucking her face with his cock.
Steve's cock came out of her mouth finally. He hadn't come yet. He rubbed his cockhead over her
nose, wiped his prick on her face and laughed at the way she winced.
Then Harry was at her ass again, his hands squeezing her asscheeks, his thumbs massaging her
asshole.
She knew what he wanted. She knew all about that now. She could tell by the way he touched her
that he intended to fuck her asshole.
In a moment she felt the knob of his prick pushing against her asshole.
She felt so vulnerable. She was completely defenseless, bent over like this with her ass exposed,
her asshole ready for his prick. She was bent over like a dog, like a bitch waiting to be mounted.
His cock fucked into her ass. His thick prick stretched her shitter. Her asshole was already loose
because of the dildo they'd made her use, and Harry's cock fucked inside her ass without any difficulty. No
trouble at all. Now she could take a cock up her ass without any trouble.
She was now a woman with a well-fucked, well-stretched asshole. She was nothing but a slut.
No matter how stretched her asshole was, Harry's cock was still big enough to pack her shitter
tight. She sobbed with dismay at the feel of it in there, his huge cock stretching and packing her shit-tube,
the way they were degrading her. How awful it was to be exposed and treated like this, to have his cock
fucked up her ass while two other men watched. She was so helpless.
Harry laughed as he fucked her ass. His hands held her hips as his balls slapped against her cunt.
She was thankful that at least her asshole was clean. The enema Edith had given her had cleaned her out.
She was all clean for Bruno's friends. They could fuck her ass without fear of getting her shit on their cocks.
Go on, fuck me, she thought, fuck my ass! The lousy bastards, they could all rot in hell.
He was at the short strokes now. He pounded her asshole, each fuck-thrust ramming his cock deep
inside her gut. She imaged his prick sliding in there, in and out, his cockhead stretching her shit-tube.
Then he started coming. He jerked against her ass, his hands tightening their grip on her hips. He
grunted as he came. She had in her mind an image of his pisshole squirting his jism, his hot spunk jetting
inside her ass, deep inside her shitter. She could feel the wetness now, she could feel his jism lubricating
her gaping asshole.
As soon as Harry pulled his cock out of her ass, Steve moved in to fill her shithole again.
His cock slid in smoothly, the road greased by Harry's jism. Her shitter was wet and loose and she
guessed at this point it felt no different to him than a cunt. But she knew they still got more fun out of
fucking her ass. The lousy creeps.
Steve's cock was bigger than Harry's. She could feel the difference. He laughed as he filled her ass
with his cockmeat.
"Sweet little ass," he said. "I bet you get a lot of use out of it, eh, Bruno? I bet you never fuck her
cunt."
"Never mind," Bruno said. "Just enjoy yourself."
Oh, the lousy fucker, she thought, the way they use me!
Steve's cock fucked into her ass again and again. He had such a big prick. Her asshole felt like it
was a mile wide now. His thick cock pushed and pounded her insides. It was like having a telephone pole
up her ass, a big fat pole fucking her shitter.
Then it was Steve's turn to come. He began blasting a load of jizz up her ass. It was different than
with Harry. Steve kept pumping his prick in her ass, draining his balls, his cock spurting jism each time he
slammed it inside. She felt his hairy balls swinging against her cuntlips. Her asshole burned now. Her
shitter was stretched wide open and hurting from all the hard fucking.
Steve's prick slid out of her ass. His jism was now mixed with Harry's. She had two loads of spunk
in her ass guts. She had spunk dribbling out of her ass and down her thighs. She wanted to shrivel up, she
wanted to die from the shame of it.
After that, she had to suck their cocks clean. They each stood in front of her face in turn and
shoved their cocks in her mouth. She cleaned their pricks one after the other, the long wet pricks that had
just come out of her ass. Their cocks weren't hard - just limp tubes of cock-flesh, like soft sausages sliding
in and out of her mouth.
The men chuckled. They made comments about her cock-sucking, about her mouth. Harry said
maybe her ass was too loose. He said he liked them tighter. Both Harry and Steve told Bruno how much
they liked his hospitality.
Steve was the last to get his cock cleaned by her mouth, and then at the end of it he started pissing.
She was caught by surprise, and in a moment she was choking on his piss.
The men laughed at her. Steve's piss filled her mouth and ran out over her chin.
Then it was Harry's turn. He also pissed in her mouth. She had two cocks pissing in her mouth,
one after the other. Harry pissed in her mouth and then he pulled his prick out and pissed on her face.
She wanted to die. I'm nothing, she thought, I've become garbage.
Her head was filled with the smell and taste of hot piss. She was still overwhelmed by it as the
men got ready to leave. Harry and Steve shook hands with Bruno as they said good-bye.
God help me, she thought.
When the two men left, Bruno came back to her. He pinched her cheek and smiled and told her she
did well. His friends liked her. He wiped her face with a towel.
"Now I need a little attention," he said.
He unbuckled his belt. She watched his pants fall down, then his shorts. He turned around and she
had a view of his muscular ass. Her heart pounded as he bent over and moved backwards to get closer to
her. He kept moving until his ass was pressed against her face. He wanted her mouth. He wanted her mouth
and tongue, and his hairy asshole was the target.
She had to lick his asshole. She lapped her tongue up and down over his shitter. When he told her
to get her tongue inside his ass, she knew she had to obey. She stiffened her tongue and slowly fucked it
inside his asshole.
He closed his hand around his cock. He pumped his prick while she tongue-fucked his asshole.
Finally he turned around and shoved his prick in her mouth. His hard cock was hot and throbbing
between her lips. He fucked her face, sliding his cock in and out of her open mouth.
Then he came. The jism spurted out of his pisshole, over her tongue and down her throat. He
fucked his cock in and out as he emptied his balls. His hot spunk foamed in her mouth, globs of jism sliding
over her tongue and down her gullet.
"Good girl," he said. "You did okay tonight."
I'm like a dog, she thought.



Chapter Six


A week went by. Barbara gave up all hope of escaping from her tormentors. She was Bruno's
slave, also the slave of his housekeeper, and there seemed nothing she could do about it. She knew she
ought to be thankful she was still alive, but more often than not the pain and humiliation they caused her
made her feel she'd be better off dead. Anything would be better than the misery she had.
Edith turned out to be worse than Bruno. Barbara hadn't expected that. She had thought she might
get to know the older woman better, and maybe Edith would even help her. But there was none of that.
Edith was cruel. She did her best to torment Barbara. She deliberately caused Barbara pain whenever she
could, deliberately humiliated and degraded and tortured her.
Edith's favorite game was to haul Barbara into the bathroom with her and make Barbara kneel on
the floor to lick and suck her cunt. Then, when Edith was ready, she would piss in Barbara's mouth and
Barbara was forced to take it all. She had to take every drop down her throat and if she spilled any of it on
the floor Edith would beat her.
It was horrible. The smell and taste of Edith's piss made Barbara want to vomit. But she became
adept at doing what Edith wanted. It was better to drink the evil woman's piss than to get beaten. Edith was
a fierce monster when it came to whipping Barbara's ass. Barbara would do anything to avoid that.
Of course Edith wasn't the only one. Bruno often gave Barbara the same treatment, forcing her to
suck his cock and then pissing in her mouth after she took his jism. But it was easier with Bruno. She could
keep his prick in her mouth while he was pissing and there was no danger of spilling any of it. She was
always terribly humiliated by the act. It seemed so filthy and degrading.
One afternoon, Bruno had Barbara brought into his study and he told her that evening he had
something special planned. He said in the evening he was having some friends in the house for a poker
game and he expected her to help them have a good time.
"You can serve the booze," he said. Then he grinned. "And maybe you can do a few other things.
How about it?"
Barbara trembled. She remembered the awful time she'd had with Bruno's two friends a week ago.
"Do I have any choice? I'm just a slave here, so why do you ask me?"
Bruno chuckled. "Now you're talking. You're learning, huh?" He patted her cheek. When she
winced and tried to turn her face away, he pinched her face and forced her to look at him. "Your a pretty
little cunt, but don't get any ideas. You just do as you're told, okay?"
Barbara begged him to release her, but he laughed at her. Then she asked him if he could stop
Edith from mistreating her. "She's a beast," Barbara said. "She's horrible."
Bruno laughed again. "You hear that, Edith?"
The older woman smirked. "I hear it, Mr. Bruno."
His hand suddenly lashed out, his palm striking Barbara's face. She fell to the floor sobbing. Bruno
kicked her and forced her to rise to her feet again. She was wearing nothing but an old robe, and now he
stripped the robe off and began mauling and brutally squeezing her tits.
"You're a stupid cunt, that's what you are. I try to tell you you're nothing here, but you don't
believe me. You're a piece of shit here, you understand?" He slapped her face again, but he was holding her
up this time and she didn't fall. "You understand?"
"Yes," she sobbed.
"Say it."
"I'm a piece of shit."
"That's better. Now get on your knees. Come on, come on, on the floor. That's it. That's where a
piece of shit belongs, isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"You're a slave, isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"Say it, bitch!"
"I'm a slave."
"Take my cock out and suck it, slave. Go on, hurry up before I smash your head again."
She quickly unzipped his fly, pulled his prick out and began sucking it. His cock rapidly became
hard in her mouth, his fat cockhead crowding her throat until she gagged and had to pull back. He chuckled
and pulled her head towards him again, forcing his cock inside her throat, pushing his fuck-meat into her
face until her nose pressed against his cock bush.
He began fucking her face. He held her head with his hands as he fucked his rigid cock in and out
of her mouth. She kept her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. Each time he thrust forward, his cockhead
slammed against the back of her throat. He was grunting now, his cock sliding smoothly in her saliva-
drenched mouth.
"Fucking bitch," he croaked. "She's got a mouth made for this. Here it comes, bitch, here comes
the juice."
And a moment later his cock exploded in her mouth, his jism splattering over her tongue and down
her throat. He made her keep his cock in her mouth until he had every drop of spunk out of his balls. His
cock started to go soft, but when she tried to pull back he held her fast.
"Don't move," he said, and suddenly his piss was gushing in her mouth, his hot piss splashing
against the back of her throat, choking her as some of it went down the wrong pipe.
He slapped her f ace, made her hold still until he was finished pissing, then he pushed her away in
disgust.
"You need more enthusiasm," he said. "You'll get your ass whipped every day until you get more
enthusiasm. You understand?"
She sobbed and nodded. "I understand."
After that Bruno went along with her and Edith to the dressing room. He supervised the choice of
her clothes for the evening. It was obvious he wanted to make an impression on his guests. Barbara decided
the men Bruno would be playing poker with that evening must be important. A man like Bruno would
bother himself only with important people.
As they picked her clothes out, Barbara wondered about Bruno's relationship with his
housekeeper. It seemed so strange that a man like Bruno would have a housekeeper like her. Edith was
certainly attractive for her age, but she had to be at least fifty. Barbara quivered as she remembered all the
nasty things she had to do to Edith.
After Edith and Bruno had her clothes chosen, Edith helped Barbara with her make-up. Bruno sat
down in a chair and watched them. He made suggestions at intervals and gave his final approval when the
job was finished.
When Barbara looked in the mirror, she was astonished. She looked better than she ever had in her
life. She looked beautiful. She wore a gorgeous black-and-white party dress, sheer hose and black high-
heeled sandals. The neckline of the dress was low enough to show some cleavage, but there was nothing
vulgar about it. She wore pearl earrings and a string of small pearls around her throat. The whole effect was
lovely.
"That's good," Bruno said. "Come over here."
Barbara walked over and stood in front of him. There was no thought in her mind about refusing to
obey him. She'd learned the only way to avoid pain with these people was to do what she was told. She was
thankful that at least she was dressed and without the handcuffs and ball-gag. She hated the ball-gag more
than anything. It made her jaw ache, and even when she wasn't wearing it she could still feel the strain in
her face.
As she stood there in front of him, Bruno ordered her to lift her dress to her waist. She quivered as
she did so, conscious of his eyes on her. She wore no panties, nothing under the dress except the lace garter
belt that held her stockings up. Her pussy was completely exposed to his gaze, and she could see the
amusement in his eyes.
He nodded and said she looked good, and then he ordered her to turn around and keep the dress
lifted so he could see her ass.
She blushed and turned, and in a moment she felt his hand on her ass.
His fingers roamed over her asscheeks and then into her asscrack. She knew what was coming, she
instinctively knew it. Sure enough, he soon had what felt like his thumb pushing at her asshole. The finger
slipped inside easily. He gave her the full length of his thumb, down to the thick part at the base.
Then he made her bend forward a little. He fucked his thumb slowly in and out of her ass. She
gasped as he suddenly shoved three fingers inside her gaping cunthole.
He held her like a bowling ball, his thumb in her ass and three other fingers in her cunt. He began
fucking her, screwing his hand, pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of both holes simultaneously.
It didn't take long. She closed her eyes and before long she was shuddering and groaning as the
orgasms ripped through her cunt.
His hand continued fucking her until she had a second orgasm, and then he abruptly pulled his
fingers out and told her to clean them.
She had to lick and suck the fingers that had just been inside her asshole and cunthole. She
trembled with self-loathing and hatred as she finished the job.
After that, Bruno did something Barbara had never seen him do before. He pulled his cock out and
told Edith to suck him off.
The older woman was ecstatic. Amazed, Barbara watched Edith scramble to her knees in front of
Bruno. Edith opened his pants, pulled his cock out and began licking up and down his cockshaft. Barbara
could see that Edith loved doing it. Bruno was pleased, too. He sat back with a smile on his face and patted
Edith's gray head as she licked and sucked his rapidly stiffening prick.
When Bruno's cock was hard, Edith got down to some real cock-sucking. Barbara watched
transfixed as the older woman closed her mouth over his cockhead and slowly gobbled his cockshaft inch
by inch. Edith's nose finally came to rest in Bruno's cock bush. She had all of his cock in her mouth, the full
length of it, and Barbara was certain a good part of his fucker was stuffed down Edith's throat.
Then Edith pulled back, slowly drawing her lips back to Bruno's cockhead, his cock slowly
reappearing out of her mouth. His cockshaft glistened with her saliva. His prick was hard and throbbing and
looked enormous.
Bruno chuckled and fondly pinched Edith's cheek. "Go on, take the load," he said. "Suck me off."
Edith's mouth was still filled with his cock and she couldn't respond. But she began pumping her
lips up and down his cockshaft, fucking him with her face, pulling on his cockskin with her teeth each time
she drew back. Bruno sighed and leaned back and let himself go. Within a short time he was jerking and
grunting in his chair, his balls exploding, the hot jism erupting into Edith's sucking mouth.
Edith drained him, sucked every drop of spunk out of his prick, and after that, she slowly licked
his cockshaft and cockhead with great tenderness.
Bruno looked at Barbara and smiled. "You see how good it is?"
Barbara nodded. "Yes."
"You know why she's so good?"
"No, I don't."
"She's my mother."
Barbara was astonished. "You can't mean that."
Bruno laughed. "Of course I mean it, you dumb bitch. Edith is my mother. You didn't know it
before, but now you do. Edith is my mother - and she's the best cocksucker in the world!"
Barbara spent the next few hours in a daze. It was hard to believe that Edith was Bruno's mother,
but now that she knew it, a great many things were explained. No wonder Bruno treated Edith so well. No
wonder Edith had so much power in the house. Barbara remembered the way Edith had sucked Bruno's
cock. She guessed that Edith had been doing it since Bruno was a boy. The two of them had been having an
incestuous relationship for years. How horrible it was. These people were like animals. They had no morals
at all. Not only were they both sadists, but they were involved up to their necks in incest.
The evening passed quickly. Bruno's guests arrived and finally Barbara was brought down to the
game room to meet them and serve the first round of drinks.
Bruno's three guests looked prosperous. They looked like they had money. They also looked like
they were used to giving orders, and Barbara expected she would have a rough time with them.
She had no illusions about what would happen. In one way or another she would get sexually
abused. That was the only reason Bruno wanted her here. She was a plaything, nothing more than part of
Bruno's hospitality. Either she cooperated and did as she was told or Bruno would see that she suffered.
One of the men was older than the others and he seemed to have more authority. His name was
Sam and he was the one who suggested to Bruno that maybe it was too warm in the room. Maybe Barbara
was uncomfortable.
"We don't want her uncomfortable, do we?"
Bruno grinned. "Sure, Sam, whatever you say."
The poker game had already started. Barbara stood against one wall, waiting to be told what to do,
to serve a drink or empty an ashtray if needed.
Bruno turned and looked at her. "Take the dress off, honey. You'll be more comfortable."
So there it was. Bruno knew she had nothing on under the dress except a garter belt. He was
ordering her to be naked in front of these strangers, to serve them naked with her ass and tits and pussy
exposed, and there was nothing she could do except obey.
She unzipped the dress and peeled it off. These men were experienced enough not to act like
schoolboys about it. They had all seen naked women before. They wanted more than looking at a woman.
But they all looked at her, studied her body, her big thick-nippled tits, her cunt bush, her ass, the sheer
nylons drawn tight on her legs.
Bruno ordered her to open her cunt. The men murmured with approval as she moved her legs apart
and pried her cuntlips open with her fingers. Her pussy was wet. She couldn't help that. Maybe it was fear.
Maybe she was even a little excited. Being naked like this in front of four men was a totally new experience
for her, and as much as she hated it, as much as she hated Bruno and his friends, she recognized her own
sexual excitement.
She wondered what they would do with her. Would they hurt her? They were supposedly here to
play poker, but of course, anything could happen. She didn't trust them. She didn't trust Bruno. She
suspected these men were as evil as Bruno and Edith. She was totally in their power and there was nothing
she could do about it.
After that, Bruno made her turn around to show the men her ass. She had to bend forward and
spread her asscheeks with her hands to show them her asshole. She wanted to die, she was so humiliated.
She heard the men murmuring to each other, but she couldn't make out any of it. Then she recognized what
it was. Bruno was telling them how her asshole had been stretched by the dildo. He was telling them all
about that and they were chuckling with amusement. The bastards. She wished they could find out what it
was like. She wished they would all suffer.
But in the meantime, it was her who was doing the suffering. She had to keep the pose; she had to
remain there like that with her hands holding her ass open to reveal her asshole. Bruno wouldn't let her
change position. The men continued the poker game while she stood there, leaning forward with her
shithole exposed to view.
Then, after a while, Bruno finally told her to straighten up and bring them another round of drinks.
She was grateful for that. At least she didn't have to show her ass anymore. But she knew it was only a
temporary reprieve. It didn't make any difference. She knew she had a horrible evening ahead of her, and
she was beginning to tremble with fear.



Chapter Seven


The poker game continued. One of them would taunt her occasionally; make a joke about her as
she served them. Sometimes they put their hands on her. They squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples, ran a
hand between her legs to fondle her pussy. One after the other, they fucked their fingers inside her cunthole
and laughed at the way she squirmed.
Sam was the first to play with her ass. He fondled her asscheeks and kept his eyes on her face
while he did it. She blushed when he fucked a finger inside her asshole. There was nothing she could do
about it. She had to stand there silently, without moving, while he probed her body.
His finger still in her ass, Sam looked at Bruno. "Well, it's a nice ante, Bruno. I like her ass."
Bruno looked pleased. "I thought you would, Sam."
"I was worried maybe you'd put your mother up."
Bruno's smile faded. "Come on, Sam, knock it off."
Sam nodded. "Okay, let's play poker. Let's see who gets to take home the bunny."
So that was it! She understood now. They were playing for her, she was the big stake. The winner
would get her. She wondered for how long. Would she be leaving Bruno and Edith? She wouldn't mind
that. Edith was horrible.
For the next two hours, she continued to serve them liquor and cigars, continued to get her tits and
pussy and ass bruised by their hands. Her asscheeks were marked by their fingers. Sometimes they were
cruel when they pinched her. They wanted to hurt her.
After a while they took a break from the poker game in order to play with her. Bruno made her
bend over. He stuck a long cigar in her asshole and lit it. They all laughed when he told her to puff on the
cigar with her ass. She couldn't do it. She didn't think it was possible. They made her stay like that, bent
over with her hands on her knees, a long cigar sticking out of her ass. No matter how hard she tried, she
couldn't draw on the cigar with her asshole, she couldn't puff it. Bruno said if she couldn't do it with her
asshole, maybe she could do it with her mouth.
He pulled the cigar out of her ass, made her puff it with her mouth, and then he shoved the cigar
back up her ass. After that she had to do it, herself. It was the first time she'd ever smoked a cigar. No
matter how much she tried to avoid inhaling it, some of the smoke went down into her lungs. They laughed
when she coughed. Then they would stop laughing as they watched her stick the cigar up her ass. She could
tell that excited them. The bastards. She deliberately teased them. She took a long time fucking the cigar
inside her shithole. She showed them how she could take almost the whole length of it, almost everything
down to the ash. Then she pulled it out slowly, showing them how her asshole sucked on it.
"Jesus Christ," one of them said.
After they tired of that game, Bruno told her to get down under the table and suck their cocks.
They all hauled their cocks out of their pants, and when she was under the table she found herself
surrounded by four hard pricks. Watching her play with the cigar had turned them on. She chose one cock
at random and went to work on it. It wasn't so bad. At least, when she sucked a prick she wasn't getting hurt
and she was in control of what she was doing. She could go slow or fast, she could lick or suck and
sometimes it felt good to have her mouth filled with warm cock-flesh.
Things had certainly changed. It seemed like a million years ago that she hated cock-sucking. She
never thought about hating it any more. She never thought about hating any of the things she did. Thinking
only made her troubles worse.
The first man came off in her mouth without any warning. Not even a grunt. The jism suddenly
came gushing out of his pisshole, then a few more spurts over her tongue and she had his load. She kept his
jism in her mouth, rolled it over her teeth before swallowing it down. Then she lapped his cock clean and
moved on to the next one.
This cock was short and thick, and it was fun to suck it. She could get the whole thing in her
mouth, every inch down to the root. She wasn't sure which of the men it was. It certainly wasn't Bruno. In
any case, it didn't matter who it was. All she had to deal with was his cock. She could forget about the man
and concentrate on his prick. She munched on his cockmeat, pulling his prick with her lips. She worked on
the full length of his cock until she felt he was about to come, and then she pulled back to suck his
cockhead. He squirmed as he came. She counted four spurts of jism on her tongue. His spunk was a little
too watery for her. She liked jizz better when it was thick.
She sucked Bruno next. His big cock throbbed in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down his
prick just below his cockhead. That was the quickest way to bring him off, and it wasn't long before he shot
his load down her throat. She kept the tip of his prick in her mouth after he finished because she thought
maybe he would piss. He usually did that after she sucked him off. But this time he wasn't interested.
Maybe because his friends were there. She didn't care. She could do without his piss. She hated his guts.
Sam was the last. He had a long thick cock with a fat cockhead, and he took the longest to come.
She pulled a heavy load of spunk out of his balls. Thick and tasty. By the time she finished with him, she
had sore lips.
When she came out from under the table, Bruno had her serve another round of drinks. She was
hoping they'd get back to playing poker and leave her alone. Instead, Bruno began talking about her again,
telling them how talented she was, how much she liked to be punished.
She wanted to tell them it wasn't true. She wanted to tell them she hated it. But she kept quiet out
of fear it would make things worse for her.
"What does she do besides suck and fuck?" Sam said.
Bruno smirked. "Whatever you want."
"Like what?"
"Anything, You want to piss in her mouth? You can do that too."
The other men chuckled. Sam said: "We'll find out about that later. Let's have some more
entertainment. I'd like to see her fuck herself with a cucumber. Have you got a cucumber in the house?"
They all thought it was a great idea. Bruno went to the kitchen and came back with a big
cucumber, a good ten inches long, like a huge cock.
They made her sit in an easy chair with her legs over the arms. She had to lick and suck one end of
the cuke to get it wet. Then she slowly fucked it inside her gaping cunt.
It felt like a huge cock fucking her pussy. After a while she closed her eyes and pretended she was
somewhere else. She pretended she was back in her apartment, alone and no longer a captive. She fucked
the cuke in and out of her cunt and before long she was lubricated enough so the stretching of her cunt-
channel was beginning to feel good.
Then she realized where she was. Once more she was overwhelmed with humiliation, with shame
at the way she was displaying herself. What she was doing now would have been unthinkable to her a
month ago. Here she was exhibiting herself to four men. Her clit was stiff. Each time she pulled the
cucumber out, she angled it to get it rasping against her clit. She suddenly came. Her legs trembled and her
ass squirmed as the orgasm ripped through her pussy. It was unexpected and unwanted. She hated showing
him she was getting pleasure from the cucumber. But she couldn't help it. Her cunt had a mind of its own.
Her cunthole gripped and sucked on the cucumber even after she stopped moving it.
"Well, she had her jollies," one of them said.
"You can tell she likes cock."
"At least her cunt does."
"What about her ass?"
"You think she can take that thing up her ass?"
"Sure she can."
"I don't believe it."
"Any bets?"
"The whole cuke. She's got to take the whole fucking cuke up her ass."
They agreed on their bets. Then Bruno went out and brought back some Vaseline. He handed the
jar of Vaseline to her and told her to grease the cucumber.
"Don't make me lose any money,'' he warned. "Get the fucking cucumber up your ass."
The men watched her as she coated the cucumber with Vaseline. She wondered if it would be
easier to take the cucumber if she were on her hands and knees, but she decided to do it this way. She
wanted to look in their eyes while she did it. The lousy bastards. It was awful to make a woman do this.
Make her shove a cucumber up her own asshole. So what, she thought. You've had cocks and dildos in
there. What difference does it make?
She teased them. It was the only power she had over them. She had their full attention, and as long
as she was teasing them she felt she had some control. This was much better than walking around in chains
and getting whipped.
She rubbed the end of the greased cucumber around her asshole. She had her knees pulled all the
way back to her tits and they could see everything they wanted to see. She teased her asshole with the
cucumber, teased her asshole and the men at the same time. She could see how turned on they were. She
could see it in their eyes. They were excited by her ass. Maybe they never got to fuck their wives in the ass.
Most men she knew had a hunger for it. They loved fucking a woman in the ass. They talked about how
tight and hot it was. The bastards. They ought to try it from the other end. They ought to try a cucumber like
this up their own asses and see how they liked it.
She pressed the tip of the cucumber against her asshole now. At least she had some control of
things. She pushed out as though she were taking a shit and her asshole opened like a little mouth. While
keeping her shitter pushed out, she slowly fucked the end of the cucumber inside her asshole.
One of the men cursed, another muttered something. They were excited. Their eyes glittered with
lust. Watching her push the cucumber inside her ass made them sweat with desire.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she fucked the cucumber inch by inch inside her shit-tube. The cuke was
as thick as her wrist and the ring of her asshole was stretched to the maximum around its thickness. She felt
no pain, at least not from the stretching. She never felt that kind of pain in her ass anymore. Her asshole
was too loose. But the cucumber was very long and much firmer than a cock. She soon felt it deep in her
bowels. It seemed halfway up her throat. She could feel nothing in the lower part of her body except this
huge object penetrating her asshole. She was thankful it was her own hand doing the pushing. If someone
else were pushing the cucumber, she was sure they might kill her. At least this way she could avoid really
hurting herself.
This was the first time in her life she'd ever fucked her own ass. She sometimes played with her
asshole when she finger-fucked her cunt, but she'd never done anything like this. She'd never had more than
her own finger in her ass. She decided it wasn't half bad. It was nice. The feeling of deep penetration was a
turn-on.
She still had about a third of the cucumber to go. The men were urging her to take the whole thing.
Even those who had bet she couldn't do it now wanted to see her take it. She kept pushing it inside her ass.
Her asshole now felt so huge. She didn't care about them anymore. Let them look. She'd had four loads of
jism out of them. All that spunk in her stomach, all the cockmeat in her mouth. Oh, God, the cucumber felt
enormous. She had an urge to shit. Maybe what she ought to do was pull the cucumber out and shit right
there in front of them. Let them watch the turds come out of her asshole. Edith had already done that to her.
She knew all about Edith's asshole. Edith had made her watch while she shit and then she had to clean
Edith's ass with her tongue. Edith said a tongue was always better than paper.
Oh, God, she had it all now! She had the whole cucumber up her ass, nothing but the end sticking
out. She had the whole fucking cuke in her shitter!
The men joked and laughed and paid their bets off. Then they watched as she shit the cucumber
out of her ass. It was awful. This time she felt terribly humiliated. She had teased them going in, but shitting
it out like this was embarrassing. How easily her ass could take the cuke!
And it came out just as easily, hardly any strain. She was thankful that at least it came out clean.
She held it in her hand, breathing heavily, her gaping asshole twitching as it slowly closed.
Without any warning, she had an orgasm. The second time. This time from what she had done to
her ass. She closed her eyes and shuddered until it was finished. The men taunted her about it, but she didn't
care. She didn't care about anything anymore.
After that the men went back to playing poker. She served them drinks, emptied the ashtrays and
lit their cigars. They left her alone. They were serious about the game now and she was thankful for it. She
needed a rest. Her asshole felt a mile wide, bigger than ever before. It wasn't that unpleasant. She found
herself wishing she could be in a room somewhere with the cucumber. Alone with the cuke and a jar of
Vaseline. She'd give her ass a real workout. You're a slut, she thought. She didn't care. The more she
thought about the cucumber, the more she wanted it up her ass again. Next time she would have more than
one orgasm while she was doing it.
The poker game finally ended and it was Sam who won. He won the poker game, and he won her
also. He would take Barbara home with him. She now belonged to Sam. But the men insisted on a last bit of
entertainment. She would get to rim Sam's asshole while the others watched. It was actually Sam's idea. He
said he'd find out immediately how good a slave she was. He smiled at her with such derision, she quivered.
Sam went to an easy chair. He was matter-of-fact about it. He had no modesty in front of his
friends. He unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and shorts, and knelt on the chair with his ass in the air.
Bruno pushed Barbara up to Sam's ass. She crouched behind him. She put her hands on his hips,
ran her hand down his hips and thighs and up over his asscheeks. She pried his asscheeks apart and stared at
his hairy asshole.
She was nothing but a slave about to suck the ass of a stranger. Don't fight it, she thought. There
was nothing she could do except be obedient. Bruno would beat her mercilessly if she refused.
She began licking up and down Sam's ass-crack. If she couldn't refuse to do it, at least she could
get even with him by making him love it.
She licked up and down his ass, from the top of the crack down to his dangling ball-bag. Then she
slowly zeroed in on his asshole.
He had a pouting asshole with a lot of hair around it. She worked her tongue over the ring of
muscle, deliberately tickling him with light touches. She heard him grunt. It was working. She was getting
him excited. The other men were chuckling and making cracks about her, about Sam's ass. She didn't care.
She stiffened her tongue and fucked it inside Sam's hot asshole.
He squirmed his hips and pushed his ass back at her mouth. She slowly fucked as much of her
tongue as possible inside his ass. She plastered her lips against his puckered asshole and began tongue-
fucking his shitter, slithering her tongue in and out. At the same time, she sucked at the muscular ring of his
asshole.
The men urged her on. She felt someone's hands on her ass, fingers pulling at her cuntlips and
tickling her asshole. It felt like Bruno. She didn't care who it was. She was too absorbed in Sam's ass. It
seemed so crazy to be sucking a man's ass when she hardly knew him. She didn't know him at all. He was a
complete stranger. And later on she'd have to go home with him.
Sam's ass was pulling at her tongue now. She wondered how he could do that. Edith was never
able to do it that way. Bruno never tried. She never got to suck Bruno's ass that much. It was Bruno's
mother who was the terrible one.
Sam had a talented asshole. It was cute, the way his asshole pulled at her tongue like it was
hungry.
After a few minutes, Sam made her stop. She could tell by his flushed face how turned on he was.
What he wanted now was to get her alone. He'll fuck my brains out, she thought. She quivered as she
wondered what he might do with her. Maybe he'd be even worse than Edith and Bruno.
Bruno made her say good-bye to his mother before she left. Edith insisted on getting serviced
before Barbara went with Sam, and Bruno had to agree. Edith took Barbara to her bedroom. The older
woman taunted her about Sam. She said Sam would give Barbara a real workout. Then she made Barbara
eat her cunt and ass for the last time.
"Do to me what you did to Sam," Edith said. "Stick your tongue up my ass."
She slapped Barbara around out of sheer malevolence. Barbara hated the old woman. But she had
to suck her ass. The quicker she brought the bitch off, the sooner she'd be rid of her. She nibbled and
sucked Edith's asshole until the old woman had a climax. At the end, Edith fucked her own cunt with her
own fingers. Then she turned around and made Barbara take a mouthful of hot piss. It was the last time.
Barbara was thankful she'd never have to service Edith again.
At last it was time to leave. She was dressed and ready to go. Sam held her hand at the door as if
she were his girlfriend. They said good-bye to Bruno and the others and walked out.



Chapter Eight


"How do you like the place?" Sam said. He smiled at her. He ran one hand over her back and
down to her ass.
She stood still as he patted her ass through the dress. "It's nice," she said.
The apartment was expensively furnished. Bruno had hinted that Sam was somebody important.
Bruno had warned her to do whatever Sam wanted. He said he didn't want any bad reports about her. Well,
it's better than having Edith telling me what to do, Barbara thought. She hated Edith.
She could tell Sam thought she was attractive. She could tell by the way he looked at her tits. The
neckline of her dress was low enough so that he could see right into the cleavage between her tits.
As if reading her mind, Sam said: "You're a good-looking woman. Nice body. Go on, sit down
over there. I'll fix you a drink."
She was pleased. It was nice to be treated decently again. She was grateful for it. She walked over
to the low sofa and sat down. When Sam brought her a martini, she smiled at him. "Thanks."
He sat down next to her. "Do you hate being here?"
She avoided his eyes. "I don't know yet."
Sam chuckled. He reached out, slid his hand on the inside of her knee, then moved his hand along
her thigh. "Well, we'll find out, won't we?"
He pushed at her legs with his hand, made her turn and sit sideways, facing him. She was at the
end of the sofa, and now she leaned back against the arm, faced him with the martini glass in her hand. He
ran his fingers over her nylon-clad legs, and she automatically moved her legs apart.
Why not? she thought. Bruno said to be nice to him. She didn't want any trouble. Besides, so far it
wasn't that unpleasant. So far she was getting treated better than she'd been in a long time.
She spread her legs wider. She knew that from where he was sitting he could see her panties, her
crotch, maybe even the shadow of her cunt bush under the white nylon.
Sam's hand wandered along her thigh. She shifted her body and her dress fell farther back so that
her thighs were completely exposed. She suddenly realized she could smell herself. The insides of her
thighs were perfumed, but the smell of ripe cunt was definitely in the air. She was embarrassed. Then she
told herself she was being silly. There was no use pretending this was an ordinary situation with a man. She
was here as a slave. Sooner or later Sam would use her like that. She had already sucked his cock and
sucked his ass. She remembered his hairy asshole, the feel of his ass pulling at her tongue. He'd seen her
use a cucumber on herself. It was crazy to feel any modesty with him.
He touched her crotch, ran his fingertips over the bulge of her pussy, her cuntlips, her cunt bush.
She could feel the dampness of her cunt on the insides of her thighs. The dampness and heat. No matter
how much she hated being subjugated, her body had a mind of its own and the touch of his fingers turned
her on.
He slipped a finger inside one leg of her panties, rubbed her cuntlips, the wet groove between her
cuntlips, and then his fingertip moved back and forth over the shaft of her clit.
She sighed and quivered and closed her eyes. She wondered what he would do to her.
Then he grabbed hold of her panties and slowly peeled them down over her thighs and legs, lifted
them over her heels and tossed them away.
He pushed her knees wide apart and studied her pussy gash. "Nice cunt," he said. "You looked real
nice during the poker game. I kept looking at you, and the more I looked the better the cards I got.
Somebody up there wanted me to have you, that's why I won." Then he chuckled and patted her knee.
"Come on, open it up. Use your fingers and open it up. Let me see the meat."
She did as he asked. She slipped her hands between her thighs and used her fingers to spread her
cunt gash. Her clit was stiff and throbbing. She could feel the twitching of her cunthole. She blushed
because she knew he could see how wet she was.
"What did you do with Bruno and his mother?"
She blushed again. "Well ..."
"They made you do all kinds of things, didn't they?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to show me?"
"I…"
"Don't be bashful. Bruno told me about you. Right now, I'm thinking about going to the john to
piss. I had a lot to drink tonight. But why should I do that? You can take care of me, can't you? Sure, you
can. Can you take care of me?"
He had a hard glitter in his eyes now. She flushed and nodded. She knew she had no choice.
Whatever he wanted, she would do.
She slipped to the floor in front of him. She reached out to open his fly, but he laughed and pushed
her away. Kneeling there in front of him, she watched him unzip his fly and bring his cock out.
He waved his prick back and forth in front of her face. "Is this what you want?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"You want me to piss in your mouth?"
She trembled. "If you want to."
"And what do you want?"
"I ... I don't know."
"Sure you do. Say you want me to piss in your mouth."
"I want you to piss in my mouth."
"That's better. Now come over here and get your mouth on it."
She shifted forward, moved between his legs and closed her lips over the tip of his prick, over his
pisshole.
He patted her head. "Don't spill any of it. Keep swallowing and make sure you don't spill it." And
the next moment the hot piss gushed out of his prick.
He gave it to her in short bursts and she had no trouble swallowing without spilling any of it. He
was right about having had a lot to drink. His pissing went on and on. It seemed endless. She guessed she
took a quart of his piss down her throat.
When he was through, he pushed her away again. He told her to turn around and bend over on the
carpet. He wanted her dress around her waist so he could see her ass. She knelt there with her back towards
him, her head and shoulders down on the carpet and her ass in the air.
"Now open it," he said. "Pull your cunt open."
Reaching around her asscheeks, she pried her cuntlips open to show him her split.
"They had a dildo in your ass?"
She quivered. "Yes."
"I won't fuck your ass too much. Maybe once in a while, when I'm in the mood. I want you dressed
like this all the time. Later I'll put the chains on you. What you'll do a lot of is use your mouth. I'll show you
what I want later. Now turn around and show me the rest. Take everything off except the garter belt and
stockings."
His voice was calm. There was no hint of cruelty in his tone, but she suspected he wouldn't be
easy. She was beginning to understand that he might be worse than Bruno and Edith.
She rose up, peeled her dress off and stood before him wearing only her garter belt and nylons and
shoes.
He looked at her awhile, studied her body, her big tits, her cunt bush, then he told her to lie down
at his feet.
She went down on the rug in front of him, flat on her back with her knees raised and parted to
show him her cunt and asshole. She wondered if he really meant it when he said he wouldn't fuck her ass
that much. All the men who had been abusing her paid a great deal of attention to her ass. Bruno had hardly
ever fucked her pussy. Always her asshole. Sam was obviously different. And what did he mean when he
said he would show her what he wanted? What could he expect from her that she hadn't done before?
He slowly stripped his clothes off. She kept her eyes on his cock. It dangled between his thighs
like a menacing club. His balls looked heavy and she had an urge to hold them in her hand. Somehow, she
didn't hate Sam as much as the others.
When he had all his clothes off, he went to a small chest at the other end of the room and opened a
drawer. She shuddered as she saw him pull out a set of chains and cuffs. He came back to her, knelt down
beside her, made her put her legs down on the floor and proceeded to bind her ankles together with a pair of
cuffs connected by a chain. After that he cuffed her wrists together over her belly and chained the wrist-
cuffs to the ankle-cuffs. Then he put a collar around her neck. He attached one end of a chain to the collar
and the other end to a metal ring in the floor a few feet away. She was securely bound now and she was
afraid. Her suspicions about him were true. He was really more dangerous than Bruno.
Sam now straddled her body. He shifted forward until his crotch was over her face, his balls
dangling over her mouth. "Open your mouth and suck my balls," he said.
She opened her lips and he immediately dropped his balls against her face. She sucked one of his
balls inside her mouth. It wasn't that bad. It was sort of nice to have his ball-bag filling her mouth, his soft
skin against her tongue. But she knew this wasn't the end of it. She-knew this was just the beginning. She'd
have to do much more than just suck his balls. She closed her eyes and quivered as she worked her mouth
over the wrinkled sac.
After a while he pulled the ball out of her mouth and gave her the other one. All the time he kept
talking about her mouth, about how nice it felt covering his balls. His ball-bag was soon drenched with her
saliva. He rubbed his balls over her nose and mouth and chin. Then he shifted forward and she suddenly
found her mouth against his hairy asshole.
She knew what he wanted. She began licking and nibbling at his asshole. He grunted his approval,
told her she was doing just fine. Then after a while he told her to get her tongue inside his ass and keep it
there.
She did that, too. She stiffened her tongue and fucked it inside his ass. All the way inside. She
gave him the full length of her tongue all the way inside his ass, and they held the position like that. He held
himself crouched over her face with his asshole gripping a good two inches of her extended tongue.
Then she heard him grunting again, and she felt his body straining. She had no idea what was
happening at first, and then when she realized what it was her mind reeled and she pulled her tongue out of
his ass. It did no good. There was no way she could escape it. His asshole was right over her face, and when
he started shitting there was nowhere for the shit to go except on her nose and mouth.
The turds came out one after the other, piled onto her face and fell to the side.
When he finished shitting, he ordered her to clean his asshole with her tongue. Her senses were
dulled. She felt half-dead. She lapped and sucked his shit-streaked asshole until he was satisfied the job was
finished. Then he rose up and left her like that on the floor, his shit smeared over her face, the turds on
either side of her head.
She lay there like that for what seemed like an eternity. Then he was back, this time wearing a
robe, his hair freshly combed, a long cigar in his mouth. He unlocked the chain from the ring in the floor
and told her to get up. When he thought she moved too slowly, he kicked her ass with his foot. He pushed
her out of the room, moved her along a hallway to a bathroom.
All she could think about was the shit on the living room floor. Who would clean it up? Would he
throw the rug away? The whole thing was so bizarre. She still had his shit on her face, and the smell of it
made her frantic.
Inside the bathroom, she had to step into the shower. He turned the water on full force and in a
moment she was drenched. He pushed a bar of soap into her hands and told her to wash with it. She was
still chained, her wrists still attached to her ankles, but the chain was long enough so that she managed to
use the soap. She felt so weird standing under a shower wearing a garter belt and nylons and shoes. But
everything in her life these days was weird. The weirdest thing was that she was getting used to it.
After she was cleaned and dried, the garter belt and nylons and shoes stripped away so she was
naked, he led her out of the bathroom to a bedroom. He made her lie down on the bed on her back and once
again he straddled her and squatted down. This time what he did was settle his cock and balls in the valley
between her tits.
"I'm going to fuck your tits," he said. "Bruno ever do that?"
"No," she whimpered.
"Bruno's not too smart. It's his mother. He's been fucking his mother a hundred years and she's
pulled all his brains out through his cock."
He laughed and started fucking his cock between her tits. He rubbed his hairy balls against her soft
skin. His hands gripped her tits, pinching her nipples as he squeezed her tit-flesh against his sliding cock.
She moaned, her head lowered, her eyes on the tip of his prick. She wasn't sure what she wanted. It
was exciting to have her tits fucked this way. But she was so totally a captive, so totally in his power. How
could she like that? Never mind, she thought, you know you like it. No, I don't, I hate it. It's filthy, it's vile.
Oh, God, how confused she was!
She watched his cock surging back and forth between her tits. Her mouth trembled with
excitement and uncertainty. She wanted him to fuck her, she wanted his cock deep inside her boiling cunt.
But of course she wouldn't get it. He would finish his own way.
He began fucking her tits more insistently now. He pumped his prick vigorously in the valley
between her tits.
Then he suddenly stopped. He gripped his cock with his fist, smiled at her, aimed the tip of his
prick at her face and shot his load.
The hot come exploded out of his pisshole. One wad splashed onto her forehead, right above his
eyes, and then dripped down over her nose and cheeks. He shot off a second wad at her chin, then another
one directly at her mouth. He drenched her face with his hot jism and then he chuckled and used his hand to
smear it over her eyes and nose.
"Good little girl," he said. "You'll do nicely. You won't be bored. I don't like for the women I bring
here to get bored."
After that he showed her the room where she would sleep and locked her inside. She lay down on
the bed, exhausted, and immediately fell into a deep sleep that was unbroken until morning. When she
opened her eyes in the morning, she found some clothes laid out on a chair. Some underwear, a simple
dress, a pair of high-heeled sandals.
She washed up in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and put the clothes on. Sam came in after
that. He said she looked fine and told her to fix some breakfast.
They ate together in a breakfast room overlooking a park. She had no idea where she was, but she
liked the apartment.
After breakfast was finished, Sam took her into the living room. There was no sign of what had
happened last night. Everything in the living room looked clean and elegant.
He talked to her about what her life with him would be like. He said he didn't know how long she
would stay. She was about to ask him who cleaned up the mess they'd made last night when his arms
suddenly lashed out and his hand slammed against her face.
She fell down. She crumpled. She had no idea what was happening. One moment he was being
friendly - and the next moment he was hitting her.
"You're a pretty little bitch," he said. "I didn't believe you could take that cucumber up your ass
last night, but you certainly did it, didn't you? How'd you like the shit party we had?"
She sobbed. "It was horrible!"
He laughed at her and pulled her to her feet. "Get the damn clothes off. Come on, hurry up."
She quickly peeled the dress off. He tugged at the bra and panties, hurting her with his hands. In a
moment she was stripped naked. He pushed her onto the sofa and leaned down to slap her face.
She cried out. The room whirled. He slapped her again, his hand bruising her jaw. Then he forced
her legs apart, pushed her knees back to her tits, and before she realized what was happening he was down
there sucking at her cunt.
She quivered and groaned and squirmed her pussy under his mouth. It was maddening. No one had
touched her cunt like this in a long time. She felt his hot breath on her cunt-flesh. She clutched at his hair,
but he pushed her hands away. He was intent on eating her cunt and he wanted no interference.
She craned her neck and looked down at him. His face was wet with perspiration. His wet tongue
lapped up and down her crotch. Slipping his hands under her ass, he gripped her ass-cheeks and raised her
crotch off the sofa cushion. He buried his face in her wet pussy gash.
Oh, God, she thought. She was going over. She was coming. She couldn't help it. The feel of his
hot tongue on her clit drove her crazy.
He sucked at her cunthole as the orgasm took hold. He pulled the hot juice out of her cunt and
swallowed it down.
Then he raised her crotch even farther and ran his tongue between her asscheeks. He found the
rubbery ring of her asshole. He lapped his tongue back and forth over her asshole until it loosened and
opened for him. Then he fucked the tip of his tongue inside.
She came again. The feel of his wet tongue in her asshole was too much. He bent her legs way
back as he began to eat her ass.
She was amazed at what was happening. Usually she was the one who did the sucking. But now
she was getting her own asshole sucked, and it was wonderful.
She could hear him grunting and snorting. He was like some crazy animal down there. His mouth
pressed against her asshole. His hot tongue fucked in and out. At intervals he kept his tongue deep inside
her ass and wagged it back and forth. It drove her crazy. She could feel his wet face on the insides of her
thighs. He sweated as he sucked her asshole.
It's lovely, she thought. She realized now more than ever before how lovely it was to have a tongue
in her ass. She hadn't expected Sam to pleasure her like this, but that made it even more exciting.
He finally pulled his tongue out of her ass and returned to licking her cunt. She loved that, too.
There was nothing to complain about. He was an expert cunt-lapper. He licked steadily like a cat lapping
milk. He flattened his big tongue and lapped it over everything from her clit to her cunthole. He chewed her
cuntlips, bit them with his teeth until she groaned and begged him to stop. Then he found her clit and
whipped it with his tongue. She squirmed and pumped her cunt at his mouth.
At last he pulled away from her. He squeezed her tits until they hurt. She started sobbing again,
begging him not to pinch her nipples.
He growled at her. "Shut your face, bitch! Come on, suck me off. Get your mouth on my cock."
He pulled her head down to his crotch. He made her open his pants with her teeth. She had to pull
his prick out of his pants with her mouth. She sucked his cockhead, gobbled more and more of his prick
until she had all of it.
He waited until he had nearly all of his cock in her mouth and then he started coming. She almost
choked. His cock was so deep in her throat she could hardly swallow.
But she managed to get his load of jizz down. She sucked the jism out of his balls. She started to
pull away, but he held her head and chuckled. The hot piss gushed out of his prick and filled her mouth.
Once again she had to swallow convulsively to avoid choking.
She drank his piss and then she lay there like a limp rag doll. Maybe it would better to be dead, she
thought.



Chapter Nine


Barbara had a horrible week with Sam. Sometimes he was nice to her, but most often he was cruel.
He was unpredictable. When he mistreated her, she was convinced it was worse than what she'd received at
the hands of Bruno and Edith. After one week with Sam, her body was covered with bruises. He played his
shit games with her whenever he was in the mood. He pissed in her mouth and slapped her face whenever
he thought she wasn't swallowing fast enough.
One evening, Sam said he would take her to a party. He made her dress up and he treated her
gently. She was thankful for that. The idea of going to a party excited her. She no longer thought of
escaping. She knew it wasn't possible. She knew that if Sam was taking her to this party, the people at the
party had to know about her. Maybe they had their own slaves. They certainly wouldn't help her escape
from Sam.
The party was in the house of a woman named Magda. She was a tall woman with dark hair and
dark eyes and brilliant white teeth. When Sam introduced Barbara, Magda smiled and looked carefully at
Barbara. She looked at Barbara's face and then her eyes dropped to Barbara's tits.
"So this is the pussycat," Magda said.
Barbara was frightened. Magda looked sinister. It didn't help that Magda was dressed in black.
Maybe this is the end for me, Barbara thought.
The brunette ran her hand over Barbara's back and down to her ass. She patted Barbara's ass
through her dress. "We'll see each other later, darling. Have a nice time." She smiled at Sam and left them
alone.
Sam took Barbara around, introduced her to some of the other guests. It all seemed so ordinary.
Barbara wondered if her fears about the evening were groundless.
Then the party began to heat up. She saw people fondling each other. She saw one couple on some
cushions in a corner, the woman's head in the man's lap, her mouth on his cock.
It's an orgy, Barbara thought.
She was right. Before another hour passed, many of the guests had their clothes off. Some of them
were fucking. Then Sam called Magda over.
"How about now?" Sam said. "Why don't you get her ready?"
Barbara had no idea what he was talking about. Magda smiled at Barbara and led her away. They
walked out of the large party room and down the hall to a small bedroom.
Magda said: "Take your clothes off, honey. I've got some things for you to put on."
Barbara did as she was told. She knew it was useless to resist. She stripped her clothes off as
Magda watched her. The brunette's eyes raked over her body. Extending her hands, Magda hefted Barbara's
tits.
"You'll be a great success," Magda said.
After that, Magda brought out two sets of chains and cuffs. She chained Barbara's ankles and
wrists. She put clamps on Barbara's nipples and a clamp on each of her cuntlips.
Barbara whimpered as Magda tested the clamps by pulling at the tassels attached to them.
Then Magda brought out a ball-gag. But before she stuffed it into Barbara's mouth, she smiled and
said: "Let's have a go at that pretty mouth of yours first."
Magda lifted her black dress and put one leg up on a chair. She wore stockings but no panties. Her
cunt was bare and completely hairless.
Barbara went down on her knees, her face turned up, her mouth against Magda's bald cunt.
Barbara sucked and licked Magda's pussy until the brunette quivered and came. Then Barbara
opened her mouth even wider, and Magda laughed because she knew what Barbara was waiting for. She
started pissing. She flooded Barbara's open mouth with her warm piss. She watched Barbara swallow the
piss and told her what a pretty slave she was.
They finally left the room and returned to the party. Magda paraded Barbara around, showing her
off to the guests. The brunette called Barbara the new pussycat. She pulled at the clamps attached to
Barbara's nipples and showed them how she squirmed.
Then Magda called the party to attention and announced that Barbara would be whipped in the
center of the room. Each woman would have a turn. Three strokes each on Barbara's ass. She fondled and
pinched Barbara's bare ass as Barbara stood there beside her.
Chained like a slave, the ball-gag stuffing her mouth, Barbara was made to bend over a chair with
her ass in the air. One by one, the women at the party came to whip her lush white ass. By the time they
finished, Barbara was ready to pass out from the awful burning pain.
After that the ball-gag was pulled out of her mouth and she was made to service the men. She had
to keep her mouth open while each man jerked off on her tongue. Then she had to drink their piss if they
had a need for that. She lost count of them all. She was totally exhausted, her mouth numbed by the bitter
taste of all the jism and piss.
Sam finally came to retrieve her. He had two people with him, a man named Curt and his wife
Charlene. Sam patted Barbara's head and told her she'd been sold to Curt and his wife. She would go home
with them that evening.
Barbara was in a daze. How wrong she'd been about Sam. She'd thought her life would be getting
better, but here she was in chains again.
Curt and Charlene took Barbara away with them soon afterward. They left the chains on, but they
removed the ball-gag. Barbara had to crouch on the floor of their Cadillac and suck Charlene's cunt during
the drive to their house. Charlene kept fondling Barbara's ears and telling her what a good little slave she
was.
"I hope you dig pussy," Charlene said with a giggle. "You'll be getting a lot of it."
At last they arrived at a big house. Curt and Charlene hustled Barbara inside, took her downstairs
to a game room, and they all immediately stripped.
"I can't wait," Charlene said.
She unlocked the chains, tossed everything away and brought a pair of metal handcuffs from a
dresser. She pulled Barbara's wrists behind her back and snapped the handcuffs closed. Barbara trembled.
She stared at Curt, her eyes wide, her shoulders heaving. Her nipples were stiff with fear. Both Curt and
Charlene had cruelty in their eyes. They'll hurt me, Barbara thought.
Now Charlene pushed Barbara and the blonde fell to her knees. Her tits bounced like two beach
balls. Charlene licked her lips. "Look at the bitch. Curt. Does she turn you on?"
Curt chuckled. "Sure, she turns me on. And she turns you on, too. I can see it."
"Why not?" Charlene smiled. "I like little bitches like this. It's fun. Smack her around a little. I'd
like to watch you give it to her."
Curt picked up a leather belt, teased Barbara by dangling the end of it in front of her eyes. Then he
raised his arm and lashed the belt across her naked tits.
Searing pain shot through Barbara's tits. She cried out and fell back with her legs flying.
Curt gazed at Barbara's thick cunt bush. He slashed the belt down again, this time striking
Barbara's cuntlips. She screamed. She tried closing her legs, but Charlene kicked her and told her to leave
them open.
"Sam said you know how to be obedient, honey," Charlene said. "I hope he's right. It'll be much
worse for you the other way."
Barbara fell back on the floor and rolled over onto her belly. She tried to protect her cunt mound
from the belt. Curt laughed and slashed the belt down once again, this time striking her lush ass.
Barbara cried out wish agony at the pain. She knew it would do no good to beg them. They
wouldn't listen. Their enjoyment would only increase.
Charlene giggled with lust. Giving a pretty girl like Barbara a workout was always exciting. The
brunette knelt down and ran her hands over Barbara's reddened asscheeks. She slammed her fist into
Barbara's back and told her to keep still. Then she gripped the blonde's ass with both hands and pulled her
asscheeks open to expose her pink asshole.
"She's been stretched," Charlene said.
Curt snickered. "More fun for you, Charl. You going to fuck her ass?"
"Maybe. I'm going to do all kinds of things to this one. It's been too long since I've had a pussycat
in the house."
Charlene rose up again. She ran her hands down her own body, cupped her pendulous tits and
flicked her long nipples. Then she moved her hands down her belly and into her cunt bush. She pulled her
cuntlips open and ran two fingers into her brimming cunthole. She looked at Curt, at his dangling cock.
"Go on, hit her again," Charlene said.
Once again the belt slashed against Barbara's ass. She lay there whimpering. There was nothing
she could do except take it. Charlene was right about her obedience. If she didn't do what they wanted,
she'd only have a worse time of it.
Curt hit her again and again. The leather belt left painful welts on Barbara's ass-flesh. She cringed
and shuddered with pain, sobbing out of control as the blows continued.
Charlene was jerking off now, her legs spread, her eyes on Barbara's tortured ass. The brunette
fucked her fingers in and out of her own wet cunt. She kept urging Curt to beat the blonde harder.
Curt was aiming at Barbara's asscrack now. Again and again the belt landed between her
asscheeks, tearing at her tender flesh, the leather stinging her asshole.
Charlene ordered Barbara to hold her ass-cheeks open with her hands. Barbara was afraid to
refuse. She had to do it no matter how much easier it made it for Curt to strike her asshole.
Finally it stopped. Barbara lay on the rug weeping. Curt wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat
down. Charlene stood there with her eyes glittering, three fingers rammed knuckles-deep inside her pussy
gash. She stood with her legs wide apart, her hips swaying, her hand pumping at her cunt. Streams of cunt
juice ran down the insides of her white thighs. The brunette groaned suddenly and came, her hand whipping
in and out of her juice-drenched pussy.
Curt's cock was a stiff throbbing poker now. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and
pumped his prick up and down. Then he had a better idea. They had a pussycat on the floor. Why sit there
and beat his meat? Charlene liked to get off that way, but not him.
He left the sofa and forced the blonde to roll over on her back. He straddled her body, sat down on
her tits with his cock dangling in front of her face. He chuckled at the way she tried to focus her eyes on his
dripping cockhead. Fisting his cockshaft, he rubbed the tip of his prick back and forth over her lips.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my prick."
Fearful of punishment, Barbara opened her mouth. Curt immediately lurched forward to bury his
prick in her face. She choked on his cock, gagging and sputtering until he laughed and drew back a bit.
Then he began pounding her mouth with his cock, pumping in and out of her stretched lips, fucking her face
with a steady rhythm.
Her eyes closed, Barbara kept her mouth open so he could use it as a cunt. Her lips were sore, her
tongue almost numb. She could sense he was fast approaching orgasm. Sure enough, a moment later he
grunted and started shooting. A fountain of thick hot jism erupted out of his cock to fill her mouth and slide
down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, gulping wad after wad of his spunk until he was finished.
She expected what happened after that. She was experienced enough now to know what to expect. Curt
chuckled and relaxed and let loose a flood of piss in her mouth. She swallowed that, too.
It's like an after-dinner drink, she thought. First she gets his jism and afterward she gets to wash it
all down with his piss.
After that, it was Charlene's turn to have some fun. She stood over Barbara and told her to loosen
up her tongue because it would be getting some heavy exercise.
"You can do my pussy first," Charlene said. "And then I want my asshole cleaned out. Thoroughly
clean, honey. I want your tongue all the way in there."
The brunette leaned down and brutally squeezed Barbara's tits. She pinched the blonde's thick
nipples until she groaned with pain.
Curt leaned against the back of the sofa, his cock thickening in his hand as he watched his wife
abuse their slave.
Charlene mounted Barbara now, squatting over her face and then sitting down. She mashed her
cunt on Barbara's mouth. The blonde's face was imprisoned, her nose and mouth crushed by the woman's
sopping cunt gash. The pungent odor of hot cunt juice filled Barbara's nostrils. Charlene had a particularly
wet and raunchy cunt, and Barbara was overwhelmed by the feel and smell of the woman's wet cuntmeat
pressed against her face.
Charlene sat on Barbara's face awhile and then finally she rose up. She moved to an easy chair, sat
down with her legs draped over the arms and ordered Barbara to crawl to her. "Come on, sweetie, it's time
to get a taste of my ass."
Barbara crawled to the woman. She gazed at Charlene's crotch, at her cuntlips unfurled in the
midst of her cunt bush. The brunette's asshole was a tight brown ring surrounded by delicate whorls of dark
hair. Barbara wondered how often Curt fucked his wife's ass. Charlene's asshole seemed so small. Not at all
like Barbara's. Her own asshole was stretched now, loose and open to any cock. Maybe Curt would fuck her
ass later. She would probably have an orgasm if he did. She wouldn't mind. She could use a few orgasms to
relieve her misery.
She moved in towards Charlene's crotch. Once again the heavy odor of the brunette's cunt filled
her nostrils. Charlene was hot. Her cunt- hole leaked a thick stream of cunt juice, and some of it had run
down over her asshole.
"Come on, dig in," Charlene said. "Let me feel your tongue all the way inside."
Barbara knew she had to do it. Anyway, it wasn't the first time she'd had her tongue in someone's
ass. It was better than getting beaten. She was also beginning to see that there was something exciting about
it. Maybe she liked being humiliated. Whatever it was, she gazed at the brown winking eye of Charlene's
asshole as though she were mesmerized by it.
Charlene snickered. She slid her hand between her thighs and ran a fingertip around the ring of her
asshole. She scratched the hairs around her asshole with her fingernail. "Right here, baby. Show me how
good you are."
Barbara moved her face forward. The smell of hot cunt was overwhelming. She groaned and
plunged forward, her tongue extended and immediately finding the target of Charlene's asshole.
The brunette's asshole wasn't as tight as Barbara expected. Her tongue slipped inside without any
difficulty. Her nose pushed against Charlene's wet cunt and soon fit nicely inside her cunthole. Charlene
groaned with satisfaction as she clamped her asshole down on Barbara's exploring tongue.
"Go, baby, go. Suck my ass!" She grabbed Barbara's hair and pulled her face tighter against her
crotch.
Barbara was in a daze. She could taste Charlene's ass now. The sour taste was so strong it almost
made her faint with revulsion. Then slowly her awareness of the taste vanished and her mind focused on the
feel of Charlene's hot asshole gripping her tongue. It was something special. It was like the two of them,
Charlene and herself, had a magic connection now. The brunette's hot asshole pulling on her tongue.
Charlene mewled with pleasure, gyrated her hips as she pushed her ass at Barbara's face. Cunt
juice bubbled out of her cunthole around Barbara's nose. The brunette smiled at her husband. "She's good.
Curt. Sam wasn't lying."
Curt grunted. "Hot tongue in your ass, huh?"
"I'll say. I can't get you to do it, but now I've got her and I don't care. It's delicious. Can't we keep
her. Curt?"
"I thought you said you wanted to sell her and make some money."
"Yes, I guess you're right."
"Wilbur Kuhn has been asking me about a girl. I think he'll pay through the nose."
"Whatever you say, honey. Only she's so pretty, it's a shame not to keep her."
"Go on, enjoy yourself while you can. In a couple of days you'll be tired of her. I know you."
Her tongue still inside Charlene's ass, Barbara trembled. Wilbur Kuhn? Was it the same Wilbur?
The one who had started her slavery? It had to be! She dreaded the idea of seeing him again.
Charlene moaned with pleasure. Her hands gripped Barbara's head, rotating the blonde's face
against her crotch and forcing Barbara's tongue to widen her asshole. She loved having a tongue in her ass.
She liked it much better when it was a man's tongue, but this lovely blonde slave would do. Thank God
there were women like Barbara in this world. Oh, yes indeed, Charlene thought. How lovely it was to have
the blonde's long hot tongue up her shithole!
Barbara was working diligently now. She fucked her tongue in and out of Charlene's ass. She
sucked on the puckered asshole. Her nose was filled with the brunette's cunt juice. The stench of the
woman's crotch was overpowering, but at this point it actually turned Barbara on. She was realizing there
were dark instincts inside her, things she hadn't been aware of until these last few weeks. She remembered
the way Sam had shit on her face. It seemed impossible she would ever get enjoyment out of that, but as she
thought about it now she found herself quivering with excitement.
Charlene was masturbating. She had one hand fondling Barbara's head, but she used the other hand
to rub her clit above the blonde's nose. She kept her eyes fixed on Barbara's face. She wondered what it
would be like to have her tongue inside someone's ass. She was certain she could never do such a thing.
Only a slave could do it. It was all right for Barbara, but not for her. What a sexy little bitch the blonde was.
Charlene had an urge to piss on Barbara's face. Why not? Curt wouldn't stop her. She could do anything she
wanted. They could always send the rug out to be cleaned. With a soft mewl of satisfaction, she relaxed her
bladder and started pissing on Barbara's face.
Barbara was shocked at first. She felt the hot piss gushing over her nose and down to her mouth.
She tried to pull away, but Charlene's hand kept her head in place. Then Barbara told herself it didn't make
any difference. All the others had pissed in her mouth, including Curt. He sat over there jerking off while
his wife now did the pissing.
Curt grunted and said: "You're pissing."
Charlene giggled. "That's right. You did it, so why can't I?"
"You'll get the rug full of piss."
"So what? We'll send it out. Look at the way she eats my ass. Maybe you ought to take lessons."
"Fuck you."
They both laughed. Charlene kept her knees pulled back to her tits, her ass rolled up so Barbara
could get at her asshole. She could see everything, Barbara's mouth clamped over her shithole, her piss
coming out in spurts on the blonde's face. I wish I could fuck her, Charlene thought. She wished she had a
cock so she could fuck Barbara's ass. Maybe she would do it later. She had a dildo upstairs and maybe she
would use that. Strap it on and give the blonde the old one-two right up her shitter.
Barbara could feel the excitement growing in Charlene's body. She suspected the brunette would
come soon. Charlene was finished pissing now. Her crotch stunk worse than before. Now there was a smell
of piss overlaying everything and the stench was almost unbearable. Barbara's mouth was filled with the
taste of Charlene's piss mixed with the taste of her ass.
It's like a meal, Barbara thought. She hated herself because she realized she found it exciting.
Curt still had his eyes on his wife and the blonde, his hand slowly pumping his cockmeat. His cock
was hard again, his balls filled with jism. The sight of Barbara's naked ass weaving back and forth as she
tongue-fucked Charlene's ass turned him on. He left the sofa, went down on his knees behind Barbara and
probed her asshole with his fingers.
Barbara felt Curt's fingers in her ass and she knew what he was up to. She kept her tongue fucking
in and out of Charlene's shitter as Curt played with her asshole. A moment later she felt Curt's cockhead
pushing at her asshole. His prick slid inside her shit-tube without difficulty. It felt good. She liked having a
cock in her ass now. She liked having her shitter packed solid with hot cockmeat.
The trio worked quickly towards a climax. Charlene was the first to come. She groaned and
shuddered, her asshole clamping down on Barbara's tongue, her cunthole gushing juice over the blonde's
face.
The sight of his wife coming brought the jism out of Curt's balls. He shot his load inside Barbara's
hot ass. He pumped jet after jet of jism into the dark depths of her shit-tube.
Finally it was Barbara's turn. When she felt Curt's jism-enema in her ass, she went over the edge
into a shattering orgasm. Her body convulsed, her mouth sucked greedily at Charlene's asshole, her own
asshole sucked relentlessly on Curt's jizz-spurting cock.
Oh, God, Barbara thought. What's happened to me? Was it true she really enjoyed being a slave?
Then she thought about Wilbur. He was the one who had started it all. Would she be meeting him again
soon?



Chapter Ten


It was the same Wilbur who arrived to claim Barbara three days later. She heard them talking
downstairs, talking about her and about the money Wilbur was paying for her. Everyone seemed pleased.
Curt and Charlene were happy to have the money. Wilbur was happy to have Barbara.
"She needs discipline," Charlene said. "Sometimes she doesn't move so fast when she's told to do
something."
Wilbur said she shouldn't worry about that, he knew how to deal with Barbara.
Ten minutes later Barbara was face to face with Wilbur again. He grinned at her.
"How's my little kitten?" he asked.
She was uncertain whether to cry or attack him with her fists. "I hate you," she said.
He chuckled. "Oh, you'll change you're mind about that. Come on, let's get going."
He took her out in chains, piled her into a van and chained her to a post in back. He said good-bye
to Curt and Charlene and in a moment the van pulled out of the drive and they were on their way.
Barbara wondered where they were going. Was Wilbur right when he said she would learn not to
hate him? Would he treat her any better than the others had?
Wilbur talked to her as he drove. He teased her about her experiences with Bruno and Sam and the
others. He finally explained he was taking her to live with himself and his family. He shared a house with
his unmarried sister and his uncle.
"Margaret can get a little nasty," he said. "But you're probably used to worse. Uncle David is just
an old geezer and all he cares about is fucking. It's Margaret you've got to worry about. And me, of course.
You'll get plenty of attention from me, baby."
He laughed. There was no softness in his laughter, and she was afraid of him. She wondered what
his sister was like. She wondered how cruel Wilbur could be.
When they arrived at Wilbur's house, the first thing he did was drag her inside and start whipping
her. Then he took the chains off and whipped her all over again. His sister Margaret and his Uncle David
watched the whole thing, and they obviously enjoyed it.
After the whipping, Barbara lay on the floor sobbing. When she recovered her senses, she looked
up and met Margaret's eyes. The brunette was now naked. She had stripped her clothes off during the
whipping. They all had. Both Wilbur and his uncle were naked also.
Margaret sat in a chair with her eyes on Barbara. She sat hugging one knee. Her crotch was
completely exposed, her dark cuntlips pulled apart by her position. The pink slit of her pussy was clearly
visible.
Barbara wondered what would happen next. She knew her torment was only beginning. So far
Margaret hadn't done anything except watch her get whipped by Wilbur. Barbara found it hard to believe
Margaret wouldn't want something. Margaret hadn't removed her clothes for nothing.
Then Barbara suddenly realized that maybe Margaret was the real leader of the trio. The old man
was nothing, he was just an old uncle who drank too much and happened to be in town. Wilbur's sister was
the real force here. Wilbur was the one who did all the talking, but it was Margaret who made the decisions.
It had to be Margaret who decided to buy Barbara from Curt and Charlene. It was Margaret who was
running things here.
Barbara looked at Margaret's face and whimpered. "Why do you have to hurt me?"
Margaret smiled. "You know you like it."
"I don't!"
"Oh, yes, you do. You'll find out."
"You're all beasts!"
Margaret chuckled. "I guess you're getting the idea. But you haven't had a picnic up to now, not
with Bruno and his crazy mother and Sam and the others. So what are you complaining about?"
"I wish I was dead.'
"Don't be stupid, honey. We'll have some fun. I want some things from you."
"Like what?"
Margaret laughed. "I thought you understood. Didn't Edith and Charlene play with you?"
"They're horrible."
"Not as horrible as I am when I don't get what I want. What I want right now is a long wet tongue.
Do you have a long wet tongue for me?"
Margaret abruptly left her chair and came gliding over to Barbara. The brunette looked down at
Barbara and smiled as she fingered the hair on the edges of her cuntlips. Then she moved her legs apart and
squatted a bit to open her pussy.
"Let Wilbur and Uncle Dave watch us awhile," Margaret smiled. "In the meantime, what I want
you to do is eat my cunt."
Barbara moaned softly. There was nothing she could do about it. She was totally in Margaret's
power and they both knew it.
Barbara gazed up at Margaret's gaping cunt. It was a dark cunt, the pussylips thick and oily.
Margaret had a large protruding pink clit. The brunette's cunthole was like a hungry mouth.
"Come on," Margaret said with a smirk. "Suck my cunt before I get annoyed and really hurt you.
Have you ever had a cigarette on your nipples? I'll show you what it's like. It'll hurt so bad it'll make you
piss."
From his chair across the room, Wilbur laughed. "Go on, suck my sister's cunt, you dumb bitch."
Margaret squatted down farther and grabbed Barbara's hair. She pulled the blonde's face towards
the hairy gash of her cunt.
Barbara confronted the inevitable. After all those weeks with Edith and the others, she was no
longer a stranger to the smell and taste of another woman's pussy. Maybe she ought to be thankful.
Margaret was certainly more attractive than Bruno's mother. Margaret was almost beautiful. She was built
like a model. She had a streamlined body, with small tits and a firm little ass. But her cunt was surprisingly
ripe looking. Barbara found herself fascinated by the brunette's large pink clit and thick hairy cuntlips.
It's not as though it's the first time, Barbara thought. She had to cope with this. She couldn't let
herself be destroyed by what she was forced to do.
Then it occurred to her that maybe if she didn't resist so much she might get Margaret to show
some kindness towards her. She didn't want to be hurt anymore. She couldn't take the physical punishment.
What was so bad about sucking a cunt? It certainly wasn't as bad as getting whipped. She'd had three weeks
of sucking Edith's cunt and she'd survived.
Trembling now, Barbara raised her hands and touched Margaret's legs. The brunette's skin was
smooth as ivory. Barbara ran her hands along Margaret's legs and then over her thighs.
Margaret smiled. "That's it, honey. Come on over here by the chair. I like to sit while I'm getting
it."
Barbara crawled on the rug as she followed Margaret to the chair. In a moment Margaret had her
legs pulled up and her thighs wide open. Barbara moved in, ran her hands over Margaret's thighs, up to her
hipbones and then to her waist. She hugged Margaret's knees with her arms. It felt good. Sometimes it felt
good to hold someone like this.
She looked up at Margaret, at her small tits, her dark nipples now stiff and extended.
Margaret smiled. "You're doing fine. You've got my pussy dripping. Taste it, baby. Suck my
juice." She snickered and pulled Barbara's face into her crotch.
The blonde nuzzled the cunt hair mashed against her face. She could smell Margaret's cunt. It
wasn't that bad. She smelled nicer than Edith or Charlene. A sweet warm smell of ripe pussy. She pulled her
face back a bit and looked at her pussy. Margaret's clit twitched with impatience. Extending her tongue,
Barbara licked the tiny girl-cock.
Margaret sighed. "That's a honey. Do it nice and slow. There's no rush. Oh, I've got things planned
for you, I really do. What a lovely little slave you are."
Barbara licked the brunette's clit more firmly. The pink bud of her clit grew even larger. It
lengthened into a stiff little cock and Barbara was able to close her lips around the clit and hold it with her
mouth.
Margaret groaned and ran her hands through Barbara's hair. She began squirming her crotch,
pumping her pussy at Barbara's face. She carefully fucked her clit in and out of Barbara's sucking mouth.
Barbara's chin was covered with Margaret's cunt juice. The brunette's cunt cream was thick and
tasty. The smell was pungent and exciting. Barbara found herself enjoying the feel of Margaret's wet cunt-
flesh sloshing against her mouth.
She sucked at Margaret's clit. The firm little peg was slippery. Barbara was amazed that she could
actually grab it with her teeth.
Moving her mouth down now, Barbara licked and sucked at Margaret's cunthole. That was where
most of the juice came from, and she was able to get a mouthful of it. She rolled the brunette's pussy juice
around in her mouth and then swallowed it down. She nibbled at Margaret's inner cuntlips, pulling at them
with her teeth until the brunette groaned with pleasure.
Then she tongued Margaret's cunthole more firmly. She rimmed the entrance, pushed her lips
against it and fucked her stiffened tongue inside Margaret's cunt-channel.
"Oh, she's good," Margaret chuckled. "She really knows how to suck a cunt, Wilbur. We're going
to keep her. She's got her tongue all the way inside my pussy. She's pulling all the goodies out of me."
Barbara gripped Margaret's thighs with her hands as she sucked the juices out of her pussy. There
was a flood of cunt juice now. It flowed steadily into Barbara's mouth. Margaret was coming, her hips
jerking, her cunt pushing at Barbara's face. Barbara suckled on the brunette's twitching cunt-flesh. Then
once more she closed her lips over Margaret's clit. She pulled and sucked the brunette's clit and made her
come again.
When Barbara finally pulled her face away, Margaret smiled down at her and patted her cheek.
"That was nice," Margaret said. "You like doing it, don't you?"
Barbara blushed. "Yes."
"Charlene told me about the other things you do. Would you like doing them with me?"
Barbara quivered. "I don't know."
"Well, we'll find out, won't we? I'd like to piss now. Try to get all of it. I don't want any piss on the
rug. I'll give it to you a little at a time, so try not to let it get away from you."
With a soft whimper, Barbara moved her face into the brunette's crotch again. This time she
fastened her lips over Margaret's tiny piss-hole. Margaret squirmed with pleasure and started pissing.
The brunette did as she promised. She gave what she had to Barbara in small spurts. Barbara
gulped and swallowed the hot piss without letting any of it escape her mouth. At the end, Margaret came
again. She mashed her cunt at Barbara's face as the last drops of piss gushed over Barbara's tongue.
"I love it," Margaret said. "It's almost like I have a cock and I can shoot off in your mouth. You're
going to drink my piss whenever I have to go, aren't you?"
Barbara wiped her mouth with her hand and meekly nodded. "Yes. if that's what you want."
Wilbur called out then: "Come on, Sis, you promised you wouldn't keep her all for yourself."
Margaret agreed, and in a moment Barbara found herself in front of Wilbur, his half-hard cock
pushing against her mouth.
The change from cunt to cock was so sudden. But it was not up to her to decide things. She was
just a slave here. She'd sucked Margaret's pussy and swallowed her piss, and now she had to service
Margaret's brother.
Wilbur, of course, was the one who had originally changed her life. At this point, she didn't know
whether to hate him or love him for it. She had discovered things about herself, secret things that were hard
to believe. She wasn't the same woman anymore. She was something different now.
She opened her lips and her mouth was immediately filled with Wilbur's thick spongy cock.
She sucked his prick, pumping it with her lips. then she suddenly felt soft hands on her thighs. She
turned her head to look down and saw Margaret kneeling between her thighs.
Margaret gazed at Barbara's crotch. She studied the sprawling wet mass of blonde cunt hair, the
glistening red split of her pussy gash.
Barbara quivered as Margaret's hand moved to her tits. The brunette fondled Barbara's heavy tits,
pinching her nipples, pulling at her tender tit-flesh. Then Margaret leaned forward and sucked one of
Barbara's nipples into her mouth.
They were a threesome now. Barbara had Wilbur's cock in her mouth and her nipple in his sister's
mouth. The old man was sitting in a corner, watching them and shaking as he jerked off.
Barbara loved the way Margaret was sucking her tit. At intervals, the brunette's teeth would clamp
down and cause her pain. She liked that, too. She moaned as Margaret shifted her mouth from one nipple to
the other.
As Margaret sucked her tits, Barbara focused her attention on Wilbur's cock. She lapped his
cockhead. She kissed his pisshole and sucked up the juice leaking from it. She curled her fingers around his
thick cockshaft with one hand and hefted his heavy balls with the other hand. She kissed and sucked the
knob of his prick as she jiggled his balls.
It suddenly occurred to Barbara that for the first time since she'd been a captive she was
thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. She had a cock in her mouth and a woman's lips on her tits and
she loved it. She was still totally in their power, but she didn't mind it anymore. She found it exciting. She
had to admit that to herself. She found it terribly exciting to be dominated, to be a slave to these people.
What's happened to me? she thought. She didn't know, and she wasn't sure she cared. The
important thing was the pleasure she was feeling.
She loved Wilbur's cockhead. She rolled her lips over it, sucking and licking the hot cock-flesh.
She pushed her tongue-tip at his pisshole, tried to get it inside and praised herself when she partly
succeeded.
She squeezed and jacked his cockshaft. His prick was almost completely stiff now.
Wilbur grunted with satisfaction, grabbed her head with his hands and pulled her mouth onto his
cock. Barbara opened her jaws wide and took the full length of his cock inside her mouth. His cockhead
pushed against her throat but she controlled her gagging. Another lurch forward, and his cockhead was
gripped by her throat muscles.
"Oh, shit, that's good," Wilbur said. He made a croaking sound as he shoved another inch of his
prick inside her throat. "Christ, what a mouth she has."
The old man cackled. "When do I get my turn? Let me get at her awhile."
Wilbur's cock was soon too big and hard to keep all of it in her mouth. She kept her fingers curled
around the base of his cockshaft and sucked the length of his prick with long pulls of her mouth. She kept
her other hand on his hanging balls, pulling at his ball-bag as she worked her mouth up and down his
throbbing prick.
Then Margaret's fingers found Barbara's cunthole. She pushed her fingers inside, first one finger,
then two fingers, then three fingers. The brunette leaned forward and whispered in Barbara's ear: "I'm going
to give you my whole hand. All of it, sweetie. My fist."
Barbara groaned around Wilbur's cock. She opened her legs wider. She was willing to try it. She
doubted Margaret could do it, but she was willing to try.
She would try anything they wanted. They could do anything they wanted with her.
Margaret knew what she was doing with her hand. She knew how to get her fist inside a cunt. She
wedged her fingers together, turned and screwed them at the entrance to Barbara's cunt-channel. She kept
on pushing and within moments she had done it. She had all of her hand inside Barbara's cunt gash, the
blonde's cunthole stretched wide around the thickness of her wrist.
Barbara was astounded at the feeling. It felt like she had a huge cock up her pussy. She could feel
Margaret's fingers fluttering against her insides. She decided she liked it. She decided she'd be happy to
have Margaret fist-fuck her cunt any time Margaret felt like it.
Wilbur suddenly pulled his cock out of Barbara's mouth and pushed her away. He looked at the old
man. "Come on, Uncle Dave. It's your turn now. Come over here and stick your prick in the bitch's mouth."
Margaret kept her fist inside Barbara's cunt. The blonde soon found the old man's prick in front of
her mouth. He had a skinny prick with a fat cockhead. His prick was already half hard, but his long foreskin
almost completely covered his bulbous cockhead.
Barbara curled her fingers around Dave's prick. She hefted his low-hanging balls. The fact was the
old man excited her. He hadn't at first, but he did now. She smiled at the way his cute pisshole peeped out
of his foreskin and she leaned forward to kiss the slit. She scooped up the juice leaking out of his pisshole
and sucked it into her mouth. Then she used her lips to peel his foreskin back, to bring out his cockhead.
She licked and sucked the knob of his prick and gradually sucked the full length of his cock into her mouth.
The old man grunted as he gave her the last inch of his prick. He grabbed her ears and began fucking her
face.
Barbara sucked off the old man and then she sucked off Wilbur, and then they made her eat
Margaret's pussy again. She loved it. She loved every moment of it. Wilbur took her into the bathroom and
made her rim his asshole. Then he had a nice shit while she sat on the floor and watched, and when he was
through she had to rim his shitty asshole again to get it clean. She loved that, too.
When she was finished cleaning his asshole, he smiled at her. "You like doing that, don't you?"
She blushed, "Yes."
"How about marrying me?"
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "You mean it?"
"Sure, I mean it. You could live here with me and Margaret. I can see you get along with her. Do
you think you can take care of the two of us?"
Barbara quivered. "I'd love it."
Wilbur smiled. Then he grunted and nudged her with his foot. "Next time we're in here you'll get
in the bathtub and I'll take a shit on you. Would you like that?"
Barbara closed her eyes and trembled. She thought about the bathtub and suddenly her cunt
spasmed and she came.


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