Chapter 3
Janice stumbled blindly alongside the power-fully built stranger, her bare feet scudding through the cool and damp bed of dead oak leaves that littered the forest floor.
"For a first-time cock-sucker you did very well," Jake said. "I can spot real talent, baby. It's going to be a pleasure showing you the ropes." He gave her hot-fleshed nip a crude squeeze.
"Please let me go!" Janice begged. "I did what you wanted. Isn't that enough?"
"Wise up, honey," he said. "Your snooping little ass is ours!"
Jake marched her through the patio doors straight into the basement. She hoped that some miraculous change might have come over her uncle. But really didn't believe it was possible. He had looked so dominating and cruel earlier.
Her final desperate hopes faded when she saw what Neil was doing.
The willowy young blonde still lay naked and draped over the low stool with her legs shackled far apart. Janice's uncle was behind the bawling girl, stark naked and panting like an animal as he slammed his groin against her upturned ass-cheeks. Jake shoved Janice closer.
"My God, what kind of people are you!" Janice cried out suddenly.
Her thudding heart skipped a beat at the perverted sight. Her uncle wasn't just raping the girl like Jake did. He was fucking her in the ass! Janice felt her body grow limp and almost tumbled to the floor. Jake made her sit on one of the plush sofas surrounding the stage. It was close enough for her to see her uncle's massive, rock-hard prick stabbing again and again into the poor girl's wide-stretched asshole.
"Stop it, damn you!" Janice screamed, squirming up before Jake could stop her. She swung her small fists at her uncle and wanted to hurt him. "Can't you see you're killing her! You bastard! You fiend!"
"Settle her the fuck down!" Neil roared, pausing for a moment with the full length of his cock buried up the girl's tight-clasped asshole.
"No, let me go!" Janice shouted as Jake flung her roughly backwards. He yanked her arms behind her back and she felt cold metal around her thin wrists. Handcuffs! She strained against their unyielding grip until the bright-chromed metal started to cut into her flesh.
"She's got quite a mouth, doesn't she?" her uncle said to Jake.
He smiled and nodded. Janice screamed and tried to kick him when he grabbed the sides of her panties and tore them down her writhing legs with a flourish.
"This'll give her something to chew on," he said. One hand slapped down hard into her young belly, forcing an open-mouthed gasp.
Janice nearly choked when he wadded her panties up and stuffed the nylon ball into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, he looped a wide leather band around her head and fastened it snugly, cinching it until it pressed the wad of fabric back inside. Janice groaned as the heady feminine flavor of her own virginal pussy leaked back down her throat.
Jake laughed as he watched her swallow. "Looks like she has a taste for cunt juice. That'd explain why she's still a virgin better than her crap about saving herself."
"A virgin?" Neil said. "That's very interesting news." His eyes coldly ran up and down her body. She saw him lick his lips. The stare made her flesh crawl. Her nipples stiffened in alarm and instinctively she pressed her thighs primly together in an effort to conceal her naked cunt.
He looked away when Jama came flying down the staircase. She came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Janice.
"I found her," Jake said.
Jama grimaced and stalked forward. She grabbed Janice by the hair and yanked her head back, leaning over until their faces were separated by an inch. Janice tried to wiggle away but stopped when the tall, blonde tore at her scalp.
"I'm going to make you pay, sister!" Jama hissed. Her eyes flashed with anger. "You're going to be sorry you were ever born, cunt! Just wait!"
"Back off," Jake warned. Jama released her hold and stepped away.
Tears of pain still flooded Janice's eyes. She blinked them away and joined the others in watching the stage.
Neil's handsome, well-muscled body bucked wildly as he thrust his cock deep into his captive's asshole. His strong hands twisted at her soft ass-cheeks, forcing them painfully apart until every last inch of his huge cock was plugging her asshole. Janice couldn't understand why the girl wasn't screaming in pain. It surely had to hurt beyond belief to feel such a massive, thick instrument lunging so far into her sensitive ass. As if in answer, the tiny blonde turned her head and moaned.
But it was a moan of pleasure! Janice could see the dreamy-eyed expression of her face. A thin rivulet of saliva dripped from her slack mouth as she crooned with each violent, ass-bruising thrust. Her whole body rocked forward each time Neil speared his prick into her asshole.
"Damn, you've got a great ass!" Neil laughed. "Come on . . . wiggle it. Show everyone how much you like having my fat prick stuffed up your rear!"
Obediently the young woman swirled her twitching ass-cheeks in small, inviting circles, urging the man sodomizing her to fuck faster and faster. Janice watched fascinated as body-wracking spasms gripped the girl. She cried out and arched her prick-stuffed ass up hungrily, her legs twitching wildly with the force of her orgasm. Clear fluids dripped wantonly down the inside of her thighs, soaking into the stage's carpeting.
"Feel it, you slut!" Neil cried out. "Now you know you've been fucked! Damn, oh fucking damn, I'm cummmiiinnnggg! Shit!"
Janice jerked back in surprise as her uncle whipped his prick from inside the girl's ass and grabbed it with his hand. His fist-like cock-head swelled and began pumping stream after stream of hot jism into the air. She watched as he used the tip of his prick to spread the white cum up and down the crack of her ass and across her pale, moon-shaped ass-cheek. A small rivulet leaked slowly from her abused asshole as the small circular wrinkle of pink muscle clasped open and closed like a tiny mouth.
"That was fucking great!" Neil laughed. He patted her shimmering ass. "Jama, come here."
"Yes, sir," Jama said, stepping up to him. "How can I serve you?"
"Clean this whore up then take her back to her room," he said, pointing at the nearly unconscious little blonde.
Jama picked up a rag.
"No!" Neil shouted, tearing the cloth from her. "Use your mouth! I want you to lick her ass until it shines. You got that, bitch!"
"No, I can't," Jama said nervously. "You know I don't like it with women."
"You'll do what I fucking tell you to do!" Neil said. "You can't even remember to lock a damn door. So, cunt, you better show me some reason for keeping you around."
Janice felt sorry for Jama. She understood now that the girl was little more than a slave herself. There was an ugly smile on Neil's face as he watched her. Moving to stand behind Jama, he caressed the back of her head then held her menacingly by the nape of the neck. Janice had to strain to hear his low whisper to his shivering sex slave.
"Maybe you would like another session with Boris?" he said teasingly.
Jama's body jerked in terror and she began to cry softly. "No, I'll be good. I promise to do whatever you say."
"Then get down on that bitch's ass!" Neil snapped and shoved her to the stage. He forced Jama to her knees before the imprisoned girl's naked backside. "Start licking her clean! Do it now, cunt or I'll call Boris!"
Jama knelt forward and placed her hands gingerly on the girl's slim hips. Jama glared at Janice for a moment and clenched her teeth, ashamed of being punished in front of her master's step-niece.
"This is all your fault!" she hissed. "I'll get even with you for it!"
Janice felt her stomach recoil in shock as Jama pressed her face down toward the young blonde's billowing white ass-cheeks and extended her tongue. Grimacing with distaste, Jama lapped and licked slowly over the trembling ass-cheeks thrusting into her reddened face. They began to gleam with her saliva as she used her tongue to lap up the white cum splattering her rounded ass.
"Get down in her crack!" Neil commanded. He leaned in close to watch her obscene performance. "I want to see you tongue-fuck her asshole, bitch!"
Janice felt her own mouth grow hot and wet with saliva in sympathy and disgust at what jama was being forced to do against her will. The once-haughty blonde closed her eyes and started to nuzzle her open mouth up and down the sodomized youngster's asshole. Janice could see her blushing cheeks bloat and hollow as she bathed the young girl's cum-streaked ass-crack in spit. Jama swallowed the residue with loud gulps, her own attractive features now smeared with cum and saliva. She paused and gasped for breath, then used her thumbs to dig hard between the girl's hot, fragrant ass-cheeks.
The nearly unconscious youngster pressed back and groaned softly. Janice stared in disbelief when Jama thrust her tongue out and poked it against the girl's red-tinged asshole. Jama pressed harder out of fear until the tiny sphincter muscle gave way and sucked her spearing tongue in all the way to her pursed lips.
"That's it, whore!" Neil said. "In and out! Clean up my cum!"
Jama's head began to bob back and forth as she stabbed her tongue in and out of the pretty young girl's splayed asshole. Janice could tell the slim blonde was enjoying Jama's tongue sliding into her sore asshole because she'd wriggle her wide-spread cheeks back greedily for every inch of Jama's lewd fucking. She could imagine how soothing it must feel after the tender pink hole had just been just agonizingly stretched to its limits by her uncle's monstrous cock. Sticky threads of spent cum and saliva hung from Jama's chin. Her mouth was fastened tightly to the pale blonde's clutching asshole while she massaged the girl's trembling, full ass-cheeks with her hands.
"Okay, that's enough on her butt-hole," Neil said. "Now it's time for you to learn how to go down on a woman, you bitch!"
"Don't force me, please!" Jama begged. "I'm not a lesbian! Fuck me. Fuck me instead. Any way you want!"
Neil looked at Jake and shook his head.
"Why don't you take my niece upstairs and clean her up?" he said. "Damn, she's covered with dirt! What'd you do to her?"
"Well, she doesn't have a virgin mouth anymore," Jake laughed. "You ought to try her, sir. She could give that ass-fucking bitch lessons in sucking cocks."
Jake took her by the arm and led her up the steps back to her bedroom. Janice looked at her rumpled bed sheets and wished she'd never left them. He marched her straight into the washroom and sat her down on the toilet seat while he undressed. She couldn't help but notice that his prick was semi-rigid and still sticky looking. Her jaw seemed to throb at the memory of his huge, hard erection raping her tender-fleshed lips.
Jake turned on the shower and adjusted the water's temperature. He motioned for Janice to stand up.
"I'd say these have had it," Jake said as he stripped her soiled panties from her mouth.
Janice coughed and spat into the bathtub, sickened by the taste in her mouth. He left the handcuffs on and helped her step into the bath. She felt her muscles instantly relax under the bracing torrent of hot water. She leaned against the tile wall and let the stream splash down her body.
"Beautiful big titties," Jake said and she felt his hands on her.
He began massaging her tits and the rest of her body. She squirmed, her skin slippery as he ran his soapy hands up and down her slender figure.
"Damn, you're really pretty, honey," Jake said. "Spread those luscious legs a little and I'll clean up your pussy. Feels all nice and sticky, doesn't it? Watching your uncle corn-hole that tramp really turned you on."
Janice tensed at the touch of his slippery fingers playing along the swollen lips of her cunt and hoped he wouldn't stick a finger up inside her again. Having to stand there and be washed like a pet was humiliating enough.
Her eyes jerked open in alarm as she sensed him stepping into the tub behind her. She stared at the wall, shaking violently as his powerful hands caressed her wide-flaring hips, then encircled her tiny waist. His fingers tickled down a moment and played with her dark triangle of pubic hair then slowly slid upward until each hand lightly cupped one of her tits. He hefted them slightly, letting their meaty weight plop up and down against his coarse-skinned palms.
Janice felt her nipples pucker upwards and start to ache. He seemed to sense the ready response of her body and plucked at the hard pink buds until she moaned and tried to twist away.
"You're an excitable, little bunny," he said, puffing her back until her naked flesh molded against his sinewy frame.
Janice mewled in protest and wriggled in his bear hug. She trembled with fear as his hot-muscled cock pressed into the slippery crevice of her ass-cheeks. Teasingly he rubbed his thick shaft up and down between her hard-clenched ass-cheeks, letting the bulbous tip slide down until it popped up hard between her slightly spread legs.
Instinctively she squeezed her thighs shut against the invader and only succeeded in trap-ping Jake's cock between her legs. He flexed his leg muscles and she felt his massive prick expand. It was rubbing hard against her clit and the friction made her feel strange. Looking down between her swollen tits, she could actually see the purplish knob thrusting out of her curly blonde cunt-hair.
"Oh, no, please don't do that to me!" she cried. "Not like this!"
She lunged forward and lost her balance on the tub's slick floor, mashing her sensitive tits against the tiles.
"Hey! You want a belt across your ass? Watch that damn mouth!" Jake slapped a palm down hard against her ass.
Janice winced as the hot sting ate through her sore ass like an invincible acid.
Jake gave her forger-marked ass-cheek a playful squeeze. "That's better. I don't want to tell you again. You speak when you're spoken to. Is that clear, cunt? Well!"
He almost shouted the last word into her ear. Janice jumped, her tender nipples scraping along the grouted tiles. She started to speak but caught herself in time and simply nodded.
"Okay, c'mon," Jake said, reaching past her hips to turn off the shower. "I'll dry you off."
Janice stepped out of the shower and stood meekly as he briskly rubbed her dry with a large bath towel.
Before they went downstairs, he detoured her to a long and narrow side room and flicked on the light switch. Inside, hanging along one wall was a long closet filled with costumes. Opposite it were full-length mirrors and a number of dressing tables with cosmetics and perfumes.
"I'm going to take those cuffs off now," Jake said. "Do your face up real nice. Keep it young and innocent looking ... nothing whorish. You're too pretty for lots of make-up."
"A-and if I d-don't?" Janice stammered.
Jake grinned and yanked her arms up hard behind her back. Bolts of fire wracked her slim shoulders as he continued to lift upwards until she thought both arms would pop out of their sockets. She screamed and began to cry in torment. After an eternity of hellish pain, he let her wrists down a few inches, just enough for her to catch a tear-choked breath.
"I'm sorry, please, stop it," Janice bawled shamelessly.
Finally he let her arms down and unlocked the handcuffs. She rubbed her aching arms and turned away to hide her face.
The hard wooden chair was cold against her still-damp ass. She blotted her tears away with tissue paper and tried to concentrate on applying her make-up despite the sobs rocking her frail, young body. In the mirror she saw him sorting through the hangers of clothes.
"Done?" Jake asked.
Janice nodded. He had her stand up and carefully inspected her make-up as he held her by the chin. He selected a perfume bottle and removed the glass top. He daubed a light and flowery fragrance behind each of Janice's ears, on her shoulders and wrists, in a line between her pendular tits and at the top of her lush growth of golden pubic hair.
"Turn around."
Janice turned away from him and felt him daub the perfume at the top of her out thrust ass-cheeks and then in a line at their lower curve. The cold glass made her ass-cheeks quiver.
"Here, put these on," he ordered, laying some clothes on the chair. "And hurry it up!"
Janice dressed quickly and looked at herself in the mirror, shocked at the stranger who stood before her.
The clothes made her look so . . . so dirty! She moistened her lips and frowned as she took inventory. The see through top was little more than a tease of pale blue cloth. Her full, dark-tipped tits could be seen clearly through the sheerness. And the panties had a skimpiness that made her quiver in shame and excitement. There was barely enough fabric covering her crotch to hide her pussy. Thin, golden strands of pubic hair peeked out from the edge of the panties. And in back they became so narrow she knew the line of fabric disappeared between her ass-cheeks and left them both whorishly bare for anyone to see. Or touch!
A frilly garter belt hugged her narrow waist and supported a pair of diamond-patterned white nylons.
"Now for the finishing touch," Jake said.
Janice thought he was fastening a cameo necklace around her throat then saw it was some type of black leather dog collar.
"I don't understand," Janice said, inspecting the collar with her fingers. It was about one-inch wide with a small device the size of a match-box that pressed snugly against the side of her throat. The outside was covered with soft black velvet. Beneath she could feel two dull prongs pressing into her skin.
"I'll show you," Jake said with a sly smile. "Bend over and kiss my cock.
Janice just stood and looked at him, uncertain what he meant. He showed her the small plastic box in his hand. A single red button lay on its surface.
"Kiss my cock," he repeated.
"Why?" she innocently asked. He stabbed down on the button with his thumb.
Janice screamed as a low bolt of electricity shot through her neck. She felt her throat muscles snap into tight cords as every nerve in her body stood up and shrieked in pain. She almost peed in her pants. After a moment he released the button. Janice slumped into the chair and gasped as the agonizing electrocution continued to throb through her body.
"Any further questions?" Jake said. He wiggled his thumb above the button. Janice understood and leaned over to press her quivering lips against the wrinkled flesh of his flaccid prick. "I thought not. Let's go."
"Got her rigged up with a training collar, I see," Neil said. "That's good. Should keep her sassy mouth shut awhile."
Janice didn't like what she saw going on but was too scared of the device locked around her neck to say anything.
The child-like, young blonde girl was nowhere to be seen. In her place, however, was Jama. The older woman was now completely stripped and bent uncomfortably over the small table. Her long, dark-tanned legs were chained far apart and her shoulders forced down by a second tightly wound chain until they touched the carpeting. Vicious-looking red welts covered her upturned, naked ass. Neil stood behind her with a slim, wooden paddle studded with rounded brass caps.
"She refused to eat the other bitch's pussy," Neil said, his cruel eyes locking onto Janice. "Said it smelled."
"I didn't mean it," Jama said. "Please, you promised never to do this to me again."
"And you believed me?" Neil laughed. "Tough break, bitch! Jake, give me the control box and go to get Boris."
Jake handed him the small box and instructed Janice to sit silently while he was gone. Jama was crying wildly. Janice could tell that the woman was terrified, almost insane with fright. Still, she knew she'd better sit quietly.
Jake returned a few minutes later leading a massive, ugly-tempered German shepherd on a short leash. The dog looked around with a long, low growl and when its bestial eyes glanced over Janice, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She crossed her arms and hugged her tits protectively.
Jama heard the sound of the animal and started screaming, writhing like a madwoman to escape her bonds. Jake unhooked the dog's leash and guided it up to the stage.
"Neil, Master, please, I'm begging you!" she groaned. "Oh, not this again. Please, not this!"
Janice watched, although she could taste the sour bile rising in her mouth. Neil reached down and crudely spread apart Jama's cunt-lips. Jake grabbed the animal's neck by the loose fur and pushed the dog's snout into Jama's helplessly splayed ass. The German shepherd struggled a moment then caught the ripe, musk-laden scent of the woman's leaking pussy-fluids.
"Okay, he's got the idea," Neil said, step-ping back. Jake released the dog, grinning as it stabbed its coarse-haired muzzle tighter against the woman's gyrating loins.
"Stop him, please!" Jama screamed. "Get him away from there!"
Janice screwed up her face in revulsion as the dog's long, raspy tongue snaked out and stab-bed into Jama's cunt. The pink length vanished into her cunt as the dog's head rammed for-ward, its cold and wet nose butting against Jama's ass rosette like a frigid bludgeon. Jama shrieked and bucked her hips wildly to dislodge the animal's sluicing tongue as it lapped up the lubricants streaming from her cunt. After a minute the beast pulled back from Jama's shaking ass-cheeks and licked its moist muzzle.
Janice could see that the dog knew what to do and wondered how many poor women had been brutalized by its canine lust. The dog rose up on its powerful hind legs and put its paw on the low table, its furred body centered between her splayed thighs.
Janice stared, fascinated by the sight of the dog's long, scarlet prick as it emerged from its haired sheath. Its juices gleamed under the stage lights. The dog growled and humped up on its powerful hind legs. Its front paws settled against Jama's back, forcing her down with its oppressive weight. Jama groaned and buried her face from shame into the carpeting as the beast's pulsating red cock rubbed wetly against her outer lips like an iron bar.
"That's it, boy!" Jake urged. "Stuff it up her cunt. Get yourself a good piece of her pussy! Fuck her raw!"
Jama's mouth stretched wide with a piercing shriek as the dog thrust into her. Its cock suddenly lay buried deep in her cunt, farther than any man's prick had ever explored. The dog started to fuck her with rapid, hard lunges that buffeted her body forward.
Janice felt sorry for the woman despite her earlier threats of revenge. She knew how humiliated she must feel to have an animal fucking her while the others watched and cheered the beast on. Jama kept screaming and trying to twist free but the dog shadowed her every move. Again and again its thick sheath slammed and exploded Jama's swollen cunt-lips out-ward as it rammed its blood-red prick into her ravaged cunt.
"Enough, please, no more," Jama babbled. "Get him off me, please!"
"You just keep that smart mouth going," Jake said. "Maybe when Boris is done, I'll make you give him a blow-job. Like that idea? Nice tasty dog cock stuffed in your smart-ass mouth? Then I might let him fuck your ass!"
"Oh, God, no!" Jama said. "Don't, not that, please! Anything else. This hurts too much!"
"Then just relax," Jake said. "Stop fighting him. Give him some fun, too. Start moving your ass back and show him he's fucking a fine bitch!"
Janice could see the horrible humiliation redden Jama's face as she started to swing her ass in lewdly inviting circles for the brute. She knew the woman had no choice. The dog began to jerk and sway from side to side, collapsing forward as it wrapped its paws around Jama's waist. "Oh, fuck," Jama said. "Fucking shit! He's going to come inside of me. Please, don't let him do that!"
The dog's hips flicked forward in a series of hard, penetrating thrusts. Janice knew that the beast was actually shooting its canine seed deep into Jama's abused cunt. It kept thrusting mindlessly, its tongue lolling from the side of its mouth as she imagined how it must feel to have its hot, obscene cum sluicing into her sensitive pink pussy. The German shepherd quivered and howled in triumph before dropping away from Jama's body. Its prick slid out of her cunt-hole with a moist sucking noise. Thick white cum gushed out afterwards, streaming down the woman's inner thighs as she rode out the shuddering passion of her own unwanted orgasm.
"Take Boris back to the kennel," Neil said to Jake. "I think Jama's learned her lesson for tonight."
He looked at Janice, catching her by surprise. She realized she had been smiling as she watched the creamy white cum ooze out of the woman's red-tinged pussy-lips. She even wondered if it tasted the same as a man's sperm.
Jama was crying softly but stopped the instant Neil touched her back. He ran his hand slowly up and down her spine. His eyes stayed on Janice as he spoke.
"Jama, do you hate me?" he asked. "No, master, I love you," she said.
"You didn't listen to me and made a mistake, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir," Jama whispered as she nodded. "I'm very sorry, sir. I deserved to be punished for my error."
"That's a good girl," Neil said, patting her welt-covered ass.
Jake returned and the two men exchanged a low conversation in the rear of the room for a few minutes. Janice stared at her bare knees, far too ashamed of her own arousal to look at Jama as she knelt naked with a puddle of dog cum between her knees.
"Okay, back up to your room, little girl," Neil said.
Janice saw he was carrying the transmitter in his hand and obediently stood up. She walked up the stairs with his hand pressing lightly against the small of her back and tried not to think of what he might do once they reached her bedroom.