Chapter 4

No matter how defiled she felt, Susan was determined to establish and maintain what she considered to be the proper image for the mistress of Robards Manor. Acting much more haughty and aloof than she felt, she put in two more appearances at the formal dining table that day and was served tasty meals, which might as well have been sawdust because she had no appetite.

The rest of the time, she stayed in her room, away from the servants, feeling sullied and miserable. She racked her brain for hours trying to figure out where her grandmother might have hidden the big cache of coins.

Those coins had to be found soon. Her grandmother's letter had said the servants would go away once the case of coins was found, and Susan desperately wanted them to leave. She didn't really care who found the case, just so long as someone did.

There were so many places the case could be hidden-in the main house itself, on the grounds, in the gardener's cottage, in the garage which had long ago been a carriage house or in the chauffeur's small apartment above the garage-that she started making a list.

At ten that night, with her hair brushed out full and soft and wearing a sheer lavender nightgown, she was still adding to the list of possible hiding places for the case of coins. She was feeling almost hopeful about the situation, and had no idea that she was being conspired against at that very moment.

"Little Miss Polk is a bundle of sexual hang-ups," Charles Lancaster informed his guests, Krista Olson and Jesus Reyes, as the three of them were having their fourth round of highballs in his apartment above the garage. "On the way back from the bank today, I stopped in the woods and got with her. She was scared shitless, but I slipped her the old banana, anyway."

"I'd have liked to see that," Krista said.

"Yeah," Reyes grunted, "me, too. Was she good screwing?"

"She's good and tight, I can tell you," Charles drawled. "I didn't get to finish, though. It flipped her right out of her gourd when I socked it to her. The little bitch started pulling my hair and screaming like hell."

"And you let that stop you?" Krista asked tauntingly. "Come on now!"

"It stopped me from screwing her," Charles said with a grin. "But I had me a damned good blow job before I brought her back."

"Yeah?" Reyes asked, his ears perking up.

Krista set her drink aside and leaned forward in her chair. Her blue eyes were twinkling. "I was beginning to wonder why you were telling us this, but I think I'm getting it now. Spell it out for me, Charles."

"She accused me of raping her. I didn't, but I did force her some. I'm still here. Why? Because she was bluffing this morning, that's why. She can't fire us, for cause or any other reason. I gave her plenty of cause, didn't I?"

Krista nodded expectantly. "And?"

"That's all, baby. We can quit kowtowing to her. She can't get rid of us."

The blonde maid got up and began pacing the floor. She had on a pair of granny boots, red hot pants and a knit pullover blouse with no bra, which let huge jugs sway and bob freely. "Not, that's not all. She can't get rid of us, but maybe we can get rid of her ... if you guys are the men I think you are."

They had already agreed that Susan was worse than a nuisance, cursed her for coming to Robards Manor and expressed their hopes that she would leave soon, so they could get down to some serious coin hunting without having to worry about destroying things.

"You said she was frightened of sex," Krista went on. "Just how frightened of it is she, and of what in particular?"

"Of getting pregnant mostly, I guess, but all of it shakes her. Hell, her hang-ups have got hang-ups. Fucking scares her to death. Why?"

"Let's scare her to death right now," Krista said, her eyes glinting evilly as she stopped before the men with her legs apart and her hands on her scantily clad hips. "Let's really shake her up ... enough to send her packing. I'll lure her up here and help hold her down while you both rape her gold-plated ass. How about it, guys, are you game?"

It was about ten-thirty when Susan opened the connecting door between hers and the maid's room in answer to three minutes of insistent knocking and calling of her name. She couldn't imagine why the hussy would want to see her, or why Miss Olson hadn't replied when she kept asking what she wanted. Susan was ill prepared for the sheepish expression on the buxom blonde's face, and it nearly floored her when the maid took her hand and dropped two coins into her palm.

"They're from Mrs. Robards' collection," Krista explained, feigning nervous guilt. "I found them."

"Why are you giving them to me?" Susan asked suspiciously.

"Because they rightfully belong to you," Krista replied, her eyes downcast as if in shame. "I've made an ass of myself, and I'm Sorry. What I'm trying to say is that I like my job. I want to stay on with you ... if you'll have me, Mistress Susan."

The gullible young lady swallowed the story, hook, line and sinker. "Thank you, Miss Olson. Of course you may stay on, now that you have the proper attitude." She started to close the door.

"Wait," Krista said, planting a booted foot in the way. "There's something else."

Susan held herself regally and waited for her maid to continue.

"Charles found a bunch of coins. Some of them are worth a lot. I know where he keeps them hidden, ma'am. You ought to have those, too, but he'll never give them to you like I did mine. Come on. He went into town. We'll go up there and get them while he's gone."

Susan frowned. She would just as soon not bother with a handful of coins, since she was willing to forfeit the entire collection if it would get rid of the servants, at least one of which she was now sure had killed her grandmother. But the surest way to lose what little respect she'd gained from them was to let them get away with something she knew about. Now that Miss Olson had told her of Charles' coins and offered to help her get them, Susan supposed she should follow through.

"They're rightfully your coins, ma'am," Krista said, throwing Susan a what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it-glance.

She cleared her throat. "Why are you doing this?"

The maid gritted her teeth. Her lips became tight and thin, and her eyes narrowed spitefully. "Charles said he loved me and ... and now he's seeing another woman. He's with her now ... in town."

"I see," Susan murmured. She received the news about her chauffeur's promiscuity with mixed emotions, because he'd said he loved her, too, and because she'd been unable to keep mental images of his handsome face from flitting through her mind. "Just a moment, Miss Olson. Let me slip into my housecoat."

Susan put on her housecoat and went with the scheming maid out onto the veranda and toward the back of the old mansion.

"Charles is a real bastard," Krista said, as they walked across the expansive, well-kept back lawn toward the garage.

Susan said nothing.

"All men are, aren't they, Miss Polk?" Krista added, stepping aside when they reached the bottom of the outside stairs which led up to the chauffeur's darkened apartment.

"Yes, Miss Olson, they most certainly are," Susan answered, and stepped onto the stairs, properly preceding her maid up them.

Smiling like a cat with canary feathers stuck to its chops, the voluptuous blonde followed Susan up the stairs, clomping her boots on the wooden steps to alert the men lurking just inside the door to get ready.

At the top of the stairs, Susan stood on the landing with a straight-backed posture befitting her social position as mistress of Robards Manor, while her maid opened the door and held the screen door out of her way. Then like an unsuspecting lamb to the slaughter, she glided past Miss Olson and stepped through the open doorway into the dark room beyond. She could hear the maid starting to laugh as she stepped over the threshold, and she wondered what was funny, but not for long.

"AAAIIIEEE!!!" she screamed, as both her arms were grabbed by strong, masculine hands. Her heart leaped into her throat. She couldn't get her breath. The hair on the back of her neck bristled as she vented her terror with another ear-piercing scream.

"Scream, baby, scream!" Krista Olson yelled from behind her. "Do it now, because we're going to cut your fucking throat and you'll never scream again!"

Susan was being dragged into the room when she heard the maid's blood-chilling threat. "Oh, dear God ... no!" she groaned, and fainted.

Krista switched on the light and saw the unconscious Susan sagging between the two men. "Brave little bitch, isn't she?" she laughed.

"Why did you tell her that?" Charles snapped.

"Because I felt like it!" Krista snapped back.

Reyes shook his head. "You can count me out.

I'm ready to dick her, but I don't want no part of any murder ... and I'm not going to watch it, either."

"There's not going to be any throat cutting in my apartment," Charles barked. "What the hell is the matter with you, Krista?"

"Aw, come on, you guys!" Krista said, kicking the door shut behind her. "Can't you take a joke? For Christ's sake, I didn't mean it!"

"With the old lady disappearing the way she did," Reyes muttered, "it was a piss poor joke."

"All right, all right," Krista groaned, throwing up her hands. "So I've got poor taste. Are you going to stand there holding her up all night? Carry her into the bedroom. Let's get her clothes off her before she wakes up and starts hollering again."

When Susan regained consciousness only short moments later, she found herself lying on a rumpled bed in a brightly lighted room. Krista stood at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips and an evil smile on her face. Reyes stood on one side of the bed, Charles on the other. Krista still had her clothes on, but the men didn't. All they had on was hards, and the sight of their turgid masculinity told Susan all too well what she was in for. A quick glance at her own body confirmed her fears, for she saw she was stark naked.

"AAAIIIEEE!!!" the terrified young woman screamed as she sat bolt upright and attempted to leap from the bed.

"Huh-uh, Miss Polk," Reyes said, catching her with one powerful arm and flinging her back onto the bed. "You ain't going nowhere for a while. We're going to fuck that pretty ass of yours."

"NO!" Susan wailed, her eyes growing wide with fear as she shook her head and cringed away from the advancing men. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!"

While the maid looked on with sadistic glee, the gardener and chauffeur climbed onto the bed with their panic-stricken mistress and both began running their hands lewdly over her struggling body. They explored every inch of her well-formed torso from shoulders to thighs, paying special attention to her pink-tipped breasts, resilient buttocks and curly-haired groin. With them mauling her tits and poking at her vulva, Susan thought she was going to pass out again. Their vulgar caresses sent bitter tears of mortification spilling from her saucer-like eyes.

"Don't!" she sobbed, as Charles took the sensitive pink cone of her left nipple into his hot mouth and started sucking it, while Reyes spat into her hairy cleft and prompty inserted a long, fat, knobby finger up into her vagina. "Please, please don't treat me like this ... AAAGH ... NO, NO, NO!!!"

"They're going to fuck you, Miss Priss!" Krista taunted. "Both of them! They're going to stuff you with cock and shoot your belly full of cum!"

"NOOOO!!!" Susan screeched, bucking furiously as the men held her on the bed and had their obscene way with her suffering body. "OH, MY GOD ... YOU CAN'T ... YOU WOULDN'T DARE!!!"

Krista laughed insanely. "Show her boys! Jesus, hold the haughty bitch down while Charles sticks his servant's dick in her high-class cunt!"

"Yeah," Reyes grunted, pinning Susan's wrists to the bed beside her shoulders. "Go on, man. Sock it to her!"

The red-headed chauffeur mounted the struggling, pleading girl and edged her legs apart with his knees. He lowered himself onto her and pressed his bulging glans into the soft pink crack of her spit-slick pussy.

"Nooh ... Oh, please don't!" Susan sobbed piteously between gasping breaths. "Mercy ... I beg you ... to have mercy on-AARGH ... MEEEE!!!"

The head of his peter popped through the fluted folds of her sexual portal, and he thrust into her all the way with one brutally swift lunge. His rubbery glans nudged her cervix and his copper-haired nut sac arced forward and slapped into the milk-white valley of her quivering buttocks.

Susan sucked in her breath raggedly, then let it out with a heart-rending scream.

"Give it to her, baby!" Krista called. "Pour it on! Make her holler! Make her know she's being raped!"

And that's exactly what the redhead did. While Reyes held her down, Charles started fucking her for all he was worth. His tensed rump arched furiously as he powered the pole to her with pile driving force.

"AAGH, AAGH, AAGH!!!" Susan groaned chantingly, with her eyes and teeth clenched against the pain and her spinning head snapping from side to side. "YOU'RE ... KILLING ... MEEE!!!"

She could hear the maid's shrill laughter over the sounds of her own anguish and the huffing of the wildly humping chauffeur's labored breathing. His breath smelled strongly of whiskey 'as it burst offensively over her contorted face, and she knew he was drunk. The others, too. There would be no mercy, she realized, and something inside her died.

The most she could hope for was that they wouldn't kill her, and that was no comfort at all, because she almost wished she were dead. The vile misuse of her pain-racked body was so thoroughly humiliating that she nearly suffocated with shame.

Struggling and pleading had gotten her nowhere, so Susan gave up both. Resigning herself to the bitter fact that she could do nothing to prevent the atrocity being perpetrated upon her, she lay as still as she could, suffering silently as she took the loathsome screwing which she was being forced to endure.

Since the handsome redhead had already had one orgasm that day, his self-control was virtually complete. He rode her long and hard, pistoning his fat dick rapid-fire in and out of the moistening slit of her outraged sex opening.

To her utter dismay, Susan soon discovered that her body was beginning to accept his plunging organ. The incessant pumping of her erogenous canal had a most undesirous effect on her sexual parts. The pain drained from her, and in its place came a prickling sensation that wasn't altogether unpleasant. And it got better.

The fit of his invading prick and her yielding pussy was slippery but snug, and his constant thrusting produced a titillating heat that was irresistible. Susan didn't want to respond to the lewd act of intercourse, but her feverish loins betrayed her.

She groaned inwardly, biting her lower lip. Stabs of illicit pleasure rippled through her each time he sank the full length of his stiff rod into the velvety depths of her sweating sheath.

It was incredible to the uptight Susan that she should experience anything but horrified revulsion.

One man was holding her down while another violated her with callous unconcern for the suffering it caused her. But her suffering had changed. It was taking a different course now. With the pain gone, her ravished cunt was well on its way to surrendering unconditionally to the thrusting male organ. She knew she was being conquered, dragged down to the animalistic level of unthinking physical passion where she'd already been twice during the last twenty-four hours, and her morally upright conscience was giving her fits. That mental guardian of virture had never been so infuriated with her sensual flesh as it now was. Its strident screams rang gratingly inside her lolling head, demanding that she resist the Devil's fire which was licking deliciously within her cock-filled vagina.

But as it always has since the beginning of time, lust once again proved itself to be stronger than conscience. Susan's healthy body had been denied sex for eight years, and it refused to tolerate that unnatural condition any longer. Her clitoris glutted itself on the hot blood racing through her veins. The tiny head swelled and began to throb with pleasure as the shaft elongated and thickened. The ultrasensitive tip of her miniature cock sprang from its hooded hiding place and snuggled itself tight against the top of the chauffeur's plunging dick.

"Aaaah ... aaaah!" Susan cried involuntarily. The abrasive stroking of her inflamed little button sent a fiery mass of lewd sexual excitement careening about inside her.

"It's getting to her," the hulking gardener breathed.

"About time," Charles panted, his butt rising and falling at a fantastic clip as he sawed his pecker happily away in the puffy lips of her hair-ringed hole. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and his nuts were drawn up tight against his body. "Do you like my dong, Susan? Is it moving you, baby?"

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" she chanted, licking absently at her quivering lips. Her hips were beginning to undulate, and she couldn't stop them.

The chauffeur laughed and increased his efforts. "That's the way, honey. Forget that servant-mistress shit for now. You can remember it later and think how vulgar we were. But it's not vulgar now, it is Miss Polk? I'm fucking you, Mistress Susan! Your lowlife chauffeur is fucking the shit out of you! What have you got to say about them apples?"

"Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh," she sighed, her mouth hanging open and her disbelieving eyes blinking up at him. Her conscience had been subdued until it was nothing but a muffled mumbling in the back of her mind. The walls of her dilated vagina were giving off an overabundance of lubricating fluid and the slick cunt oil was bubbling out around the sturdy shaft fucking into her and seeping into the thicket of pubic hair surrounding her sopping little gash.

"Do you like it?" he demanded.

"Yes!" she whined, and quit fighting the tide of lust churning within her loins. "God help me, but I do like it!"

Once she had admitted her wickedness, there was no turning back. She didn't care. Not any more. She couldn't help what they were doing to her, and the thinking portion of her prudish mind was rapidly being enveloped by a steaming cloud of licentious lust.

Smirking, Charles pulled his turgid rod all the way out of her fluttering tunnel and teased her by rubbing its sleek glans up and down the outer edges of her pouting split.

"Mmmm ... ohhh!" she crooned, pushing up her midsection in an effort to ease her torment and get it back into her hungry orifice. "Don't stop! Oh, God ... don't stop now!"

"Don't stop what?" he asked, pulling back his sex-wetted member so that she couldn't reach it.

"Doing it to meee!" she whined. "Don't stop, Charles!"

"Fucking you!" he snarled. "Say it dirty!"

"Don't stop f-fucking meee!" she stammered, her glassy eyes looking up imploringly at him as she arched her back and followed his retreating prong with her snapping snatch. "Put it b-back in me ... please!"

"Put what back in you, Miss Hot-Ass Polk?"

"Your p-penis!" she gasped.

"I told you to say it dirty!" he taunted, holding the object of her lustful desire barely out of her cuntal reach. "It's a cock, baby, and you're going to have to beg for it if you want more! Now let's hear you beg for your pecker! Come on, Miss High and Mighty, you know the words!"

Susan knew the words he wanted to hear, but they were in her reading not her speaking vocabulary. She didn't know if she could bring herself to repeat such crude obscenities. But she had to try, because it felt as if her loins were on fire.

"Well, do you want it or not?" Charles snapped.

"Yes!" she groaned. "I want it! Your dick! Your big lovely fat dick! Put it in me, Charles! Ram your cock in me and fuck me good!"

"Now you're talking, baby," he said, and pressed the knob-like head into the sopping pink slot at the junction of her wide-splayed, straining legs. "Is this what you want?"

"Yesss!" she squealed, making her small hands into fists. "God yesss ... more ... give me more!"

"More what, Mistress Susan?"

"MORE COCK!!!" she yelled, bowing upward in an effort to impale herself on the seven-inch lance. "GIVE IT TO MEEE ... FUCK ME, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!"

He hesitated briefly, with nothing but the throbbing crown of his organ in the tight ring of her swollen labia, looking down at her lustful expression and her frantic squirming motions, gloating over his victory. Then he lunged forward and slammed into her steaming vagina right up to his tight nuts.

She cried raspingly, shuddering with pleasure.

The chauffeur took up where he'd left off. The rubbery end of his stalk had barely jarred her womb before he threw a flurry of short, body-jolting thrusts into her.

"OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!" she moaned chantingly, throwing her legs over his and starting to work with him. "YESSS ... OH, LORD, YESSS ... GIVE IT TO ME ... FUCK ME, FUCK MEEE!!!"

"I'll give it to you, all right, baby!" he rasped as he fucked into her frenziedly with shorter and shorter jabs of his twitching prick. "And right ... now!"

"OH, NOOO!" Susan protested, when he rammed in to the hilt and started pumping her heaving belly full of semen. "NOT YET ... DON'T COME YET, GODDAMN YOU! I'M NOT READY!!!"

It didn't matter a whit to Charles Lancaster whether or not she was ready. He ground his pubis against her puffy mons and squirted jet after jet of his thick load into her straining body. As soon as his climax was over, he backed his spongy dick out of her palpitating crevice and hopped off the bed.

A wave of foamy white jizz washed out over the beet-red lips of her swollen twat and trickled down into the fleshy valley of her quivering buttocks, some of it pooling lewdly in the puckered brown ring of her clasping anus. Susan groaned her disappointment. She was seething with lust now, nearly out of her mind, and her frustration was unbearable. Just when she'd given in to her baser nature and wanted to be fucked more than anything in the world, Charles had failed her miserably.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "You crud!"

"Why, whatever is the matter, ma'am?" Krista asked mockingly. "Didn't your high-class snatch get enough vulgar servants' prick?"

"SHUT UP!" Susan screamed. "SHUT UP, YOU SLUT!!!"

"Well, la-de-da," Krista laughed. "Look who's calling who a slut, would you?"

The men's raucous laughter mingled with the maid's shrill peals, and Susan felt her cheeks burning with shame. She'd never felt so utterly humiliated in her life, but that didn't lessen her terrible sexual need one iota. She was full of the chauffeur's sperm, with the bulk of his load far up inside her. The thought that she might be pregnant crossed her lust-dulled mind, but she was too hot and bothered to care. Every nerve and cell in her body craved more sexual stimulation. Susan feared she would die if she didn't get more of this coarse fucking immediately.

As if he'd read her mind, the hulking Mexican-American gardener pulled her small hand over to his loins and placed her slender white fingers around the wrist-thick shaft of his bronze penis. "You want some of that, baby?"

Susan sucked in her breath. She turned her head toward him and tried in vain to make the tips of her thumb and middle finger meet around his pulsating organ. It was impossible. He was huge. Reyes' nine-inch tool commanded her undivided attention. She stared at it in fearful fascination and ran her shaking hand timidly up and down its entire length. She shuddered and licked her parched lips.

"It's too big!" she moaned, her voice husky with lust but quavering with fearful anticipation. "Yes ... I do want it! It'll probably split me, but I've got to have it!"

Jesus Reyes grinned, nodded and started to climb on top of the passion-crazed young woman.

"Wait, Jesus," Krista said, and he paused, frowning. "Make her ask for it nicely."

"Say please," Reyes muttered half-heartedly.

"Please!" Susan moaned.

"You can do better than that, cunt," the buxom blonde scolded. "Tell your gardener that you know you're not worthy of his magnificent dong."

"I'm not worthy of your magnificent dong!" Susan whined.

"Please give it to me anyway," Krista coached.

"Please give it to me anyway!" Susan begged.

"Let me humble myself in your presence."

"Let me humble myself," Susan parroted as she stroked the gardener's turgid masculinity, "in your presence!"

"Allow me to lick your balls to prove that I don't consider myself above you."

"Oh, God!" Susan groaned. She didn't want to say it, but her need was too great to refuse. "Allow me to lick your balls to prove I don't consider myself better than you!"

"Yeah," Reyes said, and he swung astride her shoulders on his knees. "Lick my balls."

The gardener's hairy sac was wrinkled and dark brown. It contained two testicles big as walnuts. He laid them right on her parted lips and waited patiently to have them licked.

Susan's mind reeled with the gross indignity. She was the mistress of Robards Manor and they were the servants, but everything was backward. They were giving the orders and she was taking them because she had no choice. She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't. Her lust wouldn't permit her the luxury. She yearned for the penis angling above her face, so she extended her tongue and laved all over the dark-skinned gardener's salty-tasking nut sac. Even as she tongue-washed his scrotum, she knew that she would never again command so much as token respect from any of them.

It didn't matter at the moment. Her wanton body vibrated with desire. There was a ravenous void in her that only a hard male organ could fill. She had to have the beautiful bronze prick inside her hungry belly or she would lose her mind.

"There!" she gasped, letting her head fall back to the pillow. His dangling bag was completely coated with her saliva, and droplets of it clung to his coarse black hair, glistening like diamond chips as it reflected the light. "I licked your balls, now fuck me, Jesus!"

"Damn right!" he exclaimed, and swung back into position between her eager thighs.

"Make her lick your ass first!" Krista urged.

"To hell with that noise," Reyes muttered, fitting the bluntly rounded end of his enormous member into the sperm-slick hairy cleft at the bottom of Susan's protuberant mons. "I don't go for that far-out crap, and you know it, Krista. Me and Susan are going to have us a plain old fucking good time, ain't we, Susan?"

"Good ... time!" she grunted. Her lips were drawn back over her clenched white teeth, and she was trembling violently.

Despite her longing for it, Jesus' cock was simply too big for her small pussy. Less than half of his glans was into her, and the back of it-big around as a doorknob-just wouldn't go. The raw-nerved lips of her vulva were stretched taut as bowstrings, with the broadest part of his penile crown yet to penetrate her furry opening.

"Too big!" she yelped, trying to scoot away from him and ease the pain in her groin. "It's t-too big! Stop ... agh ... before you tear meee!"

"It'll go," he assured, holding her still and pressing into her millimeter by agonizing millimeter. "You're tight as hell, honey, but you'll stretch enough!"

"NOOH!" she wailed, her wide eyes mirroring her fear of being ruined forever. "AARGH ... IT HURTS TOO MUCH! OHHH ... OH, JESUS ... NO ... NOOO ... NOOO ... AAAHHH!!!"

It did go, just as he'd said it would, and it didn't tear her, either, though Susan felt as if she were being rent asunder. A tremor wrenched her spine when his giant bulb stretched the slick tissue of her cuntal folds to the limit and lurched into the lower end of her silky vagina. She couldn't scream again. It took her breath away. All she could do was lie there with her legs jerking and her mouth gaping as she stared up at him in utter incredulity and felt inch after inch after inch of his gigantic cock slipping in through her gripping hole and making its way clear up to the very core of her being. His taut-skinned glans nudged into her until at last she felt his heavy balls nestling into the crack of her squirming ass, and she knew she had taken all he had.

The air burst from her lungs in a shrill, siren-like cry that would've put a banshee to shame.

"You okay, Susan?" Reyes asked.

She had to take three gasping breaths before she could answer, and by then the pain of being impaled so thoroughly was a thing of the past. There was a sensation of utter fullness, and it was a glorious experience. She was amazed at how fantastically good it felt to be skewered on her Mexican-American gardener's gigantic cock.

"Ohhh ... oh, Jesus!" she moaned hoarsely as she flung her arms around him and locked her legs over his.

"You're okay?" he asked again.

"Good God, yesss!" she rasped. "What are you waiting for? Do it to me!"

Reyes withdrew seven of his nine inches, with Susan's puffy red cunt lips clinging suckingly to his gleaming wet shaft.

"Oh, God!" she sighed.

He sank the huge organ back into her with a swift, smooth thrust.

"OHHH ... OH, JESUS!" she squealed, her head rolling limply about.

Then he started fucking her in earnest. Using long, measured strokes and an unhurried pace, he proceeded to give her the fucking good time he'd promised her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned, and started hunching her delighted snatch up to meet his inrushing prong.

He French kissed her, and Susan accepted his tongue gladly, sighing over and over as she sucked it and took the thorough screwing he was giving her.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh!" she crooned, burying her face in the sweat-damp crook of his neck when he ended the tongue-sucking kiss. "What a man ... what a wonderful man!!!"

Susan's breathing was coming in short, gasping huffs, and each exhalation was a mournful sigh of unadulterated bliss. The huge prick pumped pleasure into her until Reyes had transported her to a mindless realm of raging carnality. Her ecstasy became too excruciating for mortal flesh to endure, and she succumbed to a soul-rending orgasm.

"AAAIIIEEE!!!" she screamed shrilly, throwing back her head and thrashing wildly about as a series of harsh convulsions racked her sweat-soaked body. Great waves of white-hot orgasmic rapture rolled over her. "OHH, GODDD!" she yelled. It felt as if her intestines were exploding like fireworks on the Fourth of July. "OH, MY GOD ... I'M COMING ... COMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"

She flung her head erratically. Her eyes were shut, with her eyeballs revolving beneath their fluttering lids. She raked Reyes' back and buttocks unknowingly with her sharp fingernails. Her legs flailed jerkily,' with her heels pounding the mattress. The strong walls of her youthful vagina gripped suckingly at the enormous dong it harbored. Her lovely legs quaked ecstatically, and she sobbed brokenly until she'd ridden out the unbelievable bliss of her all-encompassing sexual fulfillment.

"Someone's coming up the stairs!" Charles cried.

Reyes backed his rock-hard prong out of her palpitating pussy and leaped off the bed. All the well-fucked Susan could do was lie there with a fatuous smile on her face, moaning and blubbering, as the door opened and slammed and footsteps drew near.

"What the deuce is going on out here?" Simmons demanded as he charged into the bedroom. He spotted the naked, moaning Susan and stopped in his tracks, shaking with rage. "You swine! I thought I heard the Mistress crying out! What have you blackguards done to that sweet child?"

"Fuck off, Rob," Krista warned.

"Please keep your vulgarities to yourself!" he barked, glaring at the other servants. Then he set his jaw and stamped toward the bed. "Come along, Mistress Susan. It'll be all right now that Simmons is here to protect you. Let me help you up. We'll go to the house and have a nice brandy, then I'll tuck you in."

"We'll go to the house and have a nice brandy, then I'll tuck you in," Krista said mockingly. "Then you'll climb in with her and slip it to her yourself, huh, Robbie?"

"Of course not!" he snarled. "But if I did, it would be none of your business!" He pulled Susan up to a sitting position and was trying to help her off the bed when Krista attacked.

"You egotistical shithead!" she screeched. "I'll teach you to stick your big nose into affairs which don't concern you!" And with that, the buxom maid grabbed the slender butler by the hair of his head and flung him across the room.

Simmons was visibly shaken, emotionally as well as physically. He got up, smoothed his hair and pulled himself together, then started back toward the bed upon which Susan was sitting. "You should not have done that, Miss Olson!" he wheezed. "Get out of my way, all of you! I'm taking Mistress Susan back to the house, where she'll be safe, and we'll not tolerate another vile atrocity of this sort!"

"You're just begging for it, Robbie," Krista said threateningly. She stood blocking his path, with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. "Go back to the house, luv, before you force me to show everyone the secret side of your personality!"

"You can't intimidate me!" Simmons bellowed. "It's all over between us, Miss Olson! Do you understand?"

"You're the one who doesn't understand, Robbie Boy," she slurred, and slapped him viciously. Before he could react, she backhanded him.

His mouth hung open and his eyes turned glassy. "No, Krista!" he whined. "Not in front of the others!"

An evil smirk played over the blonde's face as she grasped the lapel of Simmons' coat and held him still with one hand while she slapped him repeatedly with the other.

"My Lord!" he gasped, not lifting a hand to defend himself. "No, darling ... please ... don't humiliate me in public!"

"You're a sniveling masochist, Simmons!" she shouted, slapping him all the while. "You're my slave, aren't you? My bootlicker!"

"Yes, milady!" he sobbed. "But not here ... not with them watching!"

"Prostrate your worthless self at my feet! Lick the dust off my boots! Now, Robbie ... or, by God, I'll bite your balls off!"

Susan saw it, but she didn't want to believe it. Simmons flung himself down and started licking Krista's boots, slavering and whimpering in a fit of masochistic bliss.

"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch!" Charles exclaimed.

"Yeah, me too," grunted Reyes.

Krista smiled serenely and began removing her hot pants. "Don't waste those hard-ons, guys. I'm going to let Robbie suck my asshole. In the meantime, I believe little Miss Prim could use some more sexing. Why don't you both give it to her at the same time? I think she might appreciate having a dick in her mouth while she's being buggered."

The men looked at one another, smiled and nodded. "I get her ass," Charles said as they moved toward the bed. Reyes nodded assent, and Charles added, "How about holding her while I get it in, okay?"

"Nooh!" Susan begged, cringing away and shaking her head. "No more ... please ... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!!"

Although she was physically spent, Susan found enough additional energy to put up a valiant struggle. Which did her no good. Neither did her vociferous begging and free-flowing tears. Between them, the men swung her onto her hands and knees, with her ass sticking vulnerably out in the direction of the standing chauffeur and her face pointing at the fearsom loins of the massive, kneeling gardener. Charles was beside the bed and Reyes on it with the pleading Susan. Krista had Simmons on his back on the floor, squatting over him with her bare ass shining, and was asking him if he'd like her to piss all over his face and shit a nice long turd into his mouth this time.

Susan felt the redhead's hands locking around her hips. Then his hot organ wedged between her fleshy buttocks and the head of it nudged her rosebud anus. She shivered. "NOOH ... DEAR GOD ... NOT THERE ... NOT IN MY RECTUM!!!"

His fingers bit into her hips as he forced the tip of his dreaded dick into the rubbery flesh of her tiny anal aperture.

"AGH ... I CANT TAKE IT!" she wailed, her shaking hands gripping the sheet and twisting. "IT HURTS! OHH, LORD ... IT HURTSSSS!"

He held her in the degrading position and lunged brutally into her, his fat dick battering through the elastic opening of her rectum and bludgeoning its way deep into the murky recesses of her anal canal.

A searing pain swirled within her. A tremor of bone-rattling intensity racked her aching body. Susan flung back her head and vented her anguish with a bloodcurdling scream.

Charles laughed raucously and started sodomizing the young woman with powerful, deeply penetrating thrusts of his too-large peter. "Hang on, baby!" he cried gleefully, his stomach slapping rapid-fire against the cringing cheeks of her violated ass as he socked his cockhead in to the very depths of her recoiling bowels. "You'll get used to it in a minute!"

But she didn't get used to it. It hurt something fierce, and she cried out in pain continually until Reyes stuck his monster prick in her mouth and silenced her. She sucked his cock, but only because she had to. There was no enjoyment in it for her. Her passion was satiated. All she felt was excruciating pain and scathing shame as she was rocked to and fro by the two cocks fucking into her, one in her reluctant mouth and the other in her pain-racked butt.

Susan was numb when they finally began shooting their vile semen into her. The chauffeur came first, slamming into her so hard his stomach flattened the resilient globes of her quaking ass, grunting like a male beast while his fully inserted peter spewed torrents of hot sperm into the depths of her outraged bowels. Then the gardener's gigantic prick throbbed mightily and inundated her mouth with a flood-like gush of his pent-up load. She groaned piteously. It was impossible for her to swallow fast enough. She gagged wretchedly. Foamy waves of the Mexican's glutinous cum rolled over her trembling red lips. The gluey substance coated the front of her chin, with a thick white rope of it dangling obscenely from the quivering point. Fearing she would suffocate, Susan backed her mouth off the cum-spewing organ, only to have her head held scant inches away from his ballooning cockhead while he squirted the rest of his massive load all over her agonized face.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered. Scalding tears of mortification cascaded down her sperm-streaked cheeks. Her degradation was complete now. They'd defiled her until she had no self-respect whatsoever left. "I WANT TO DIE!" she wailed.

When the men had finished with her, Susan collapsed into a sobbing heap and kept groaning, "I want to die ... I want to die!"

"Shut up and wipe the cum off your face, bitch!" Krista ordered.

"I'M GOING TO THE POLICE!" Susan screamed in her misery. "YOU'LL ALL GO TO PRISON FOR THIS!!!"

Simmons could be heard vomiting in the bathroom, regurgitating chunks of the turd which the sadistic blonde had forced him to eat directly from her asshole. After that dubious victory, Miss Olson was in no mood to be intimidated by Susan's threats. The dominant maid pounced onto the bed and grabbed her mistress by the hair of the head. She dragged the terrified girl off the bed and flung her to the floor, then sat on Susan's tits and, using both hands viciously, slapped her senseless.

"Now, goddamn you!" Krista hissed, when she'd reduced Susan to a state of mindless cringing and sniveling. "Go to the police! Tell them anything you want! It'll be your word against ours-all four of us! Who do you think they'll believe, stupid? You?"

"Oh, dear God!" Susan groaned. "I want to die!"

Krista's eyes glinted coldly. The corners of her mouth turned up almost imperceptibly. "You could get your wish, Mistress Susan!" she spat. "What you'd better do is get the hell away from Robards Manor ... before you disappear the same way your bull dyke old grandmother did!"

The buxom maid scooted forward and wiped her ass on Susan's face, then got up and stood by laughing as Reyes tossed Susan her night clothes and told her to get out.

Like a whipped dog, Susan staggered back to her room. She was beaten, and she knew it. No amount of money was worth what she'd been through. She was going to leave the next morning and never return. If she hadn't been so exhausted, she would've left immediately.