Chapter 10
With a grunt, Roscoe pulled his cock out of Angela's ass, then pulled her up by her hair. She didn't have to be told what to do, in four days she had learned well. She slid off the bed, her neck chain clanking. She knelt at his feet and started cleaning off his cummy cock. He waited a bit, then pulled his cock out of her mouth and left.
Angela sobbed and crawled up onto the bed. It had been like this since the first night.
Earlier that day, Glen and Jack had brought Brigitte in and double-fucked her. The squeals of delight coming from the little maid had driven Angela crazy.
Soon Inga would be in to whip her, but not even that mattered now. Inga never let her come, nor did any of them. That was the worse of it. She was forced to wear a chastity belt as well as the neck chain, but the belt was to stop her from masturbating. The ache in her cunt was driving her crazy, she was ready to do anything.
That was what drove her to suicidal thoughts. She lay on the bed, wondering why she had sunk so far and why she didn't even want to climb out of the pit she was in.
Then it hit her like a whip-slash across the ass. She had let Bob die in the car, gassing himself! She was being punished for that, and she deserved it. She burst into tears of sudden and terrible relief.
Inga walked in, carrying the cat. "Bend over!"
Angela leaped to obey.
"Yes, mistress," she sighed, then bent willingly, her hands on her ankles, her ass thrust up. "Oh, please, whip me hard, I deserve it."
Inga stared at her for a moment. "Really?"
She lashed the cat across Angela's ass.
Suddenly everything was clear between the two women. Inga lashed Angela to a screaming climax and kept the cat going until Angela collapsed to the floor, moaning and rubbing her ass with terrible satisfaction.
"I think you're ready," Inga said.
The whipping stopped and so did the fucking.
Angela was bathed and looked after, cream put on the weals until they went down. It made Angela's frustration even worse. Brigitte would rub cream on her ass until Angela was coming and then she would stop, making Angela sob with lust.
Then, one day, when her flesh was back to the creamy perfection it had once known, Inga came in and made Angela shower and wash her hair. She helped set Angela's hair into a cascade of chestnut beauty around her face and made her up.
Inga took her back to the bedroom, and Angela was shaken to see it had been cleaned and tidied. On the bed were some clothes and Inga made her put them on. They weren't much and they were all white. There were high heels and mesh stockings. There was a tiny lacy dress, lacy gloves, and a veil. No underwear.
Angela saw herself in the mirror and was shocked. With the veil the little outfit made her look like a depraved bride. She turned to Inga, but had long since learned never to question her one-time maid.
She stood submissively as Inga slipped bonds on her wrists and pulled her hands over her head, standing her up against the end post of the bed.
Inga turned down the lights and left.
It was terrifying in the near darkness, but there was also a surging excitement in Angela that churned in her guts and made her cunt wet.
A single light came on, spread softly around her and the door opened.
Angela gasped and turned as two figures came in. There was Inga in her usual outfit of black jacket, little skirt and boots. The other figure was a man who stayed in the near darkness at the center of the room.
"I think you like this one, sir," Inga said, walking up to Angela. "I know the price is high, but she's worth it."
Inga took the whip and slid it up Angela's thighs, drawing the skirt up.
"Open your legs," she snapped.
Angela sobbed as she obeyed at once. She knew then that she was being sold like a slave. She trembled as she spread her legs and the whip carried the dress hem up, revealing the creamy whites of her thighs.
The man stayed in the shadow, watching intently. He was tall and slim, and he wore an expensive suit.
Inga let the dress drop back to Angela's stocking tops. "She still need a little training, sir, "but I know you like to do the last training yourself."
Angela gave a moan as Inga's fingers went to the top of her dress and opened the button, revealing the cleavage of her magnificent tits.
"And I know you'll like these, sir," Inga went on, pulling the dress sides apart, showing some of Angela's wonderful creamy tit-mounds to the man.
He didn't show any emotion at all, just stood there studying her. It made Angela's insides cream into knots. She gasped and her pussy ran juices as she eyed him submissively, wondering what he would do with her.
"Would you like to see her face, sir?" Inga asked.
The man nodded.
As Inga reached for the veil, Angela blushed furiously. She heard the man give a low gasp as her face was revealed. She blushed with pride at that. Inga tossed the veil over Angela's head and stood back. The man came forward slowly. Angela kept her eyes down, but she could see that he was strong, good looking, probably in his forties. He ran his fingers slowly over her chin and examined her carefully. Angela gave a low moan and hung on the bonds that kept her arms up over her head. He ran his hand over her tits and then down, between her thighs, running it to her pussy. His fingers slid on her juices, and he gave a murmur of surprise and satisfaction.
He stepped back and nodded to Inga. Then he went to chair and sat down.
Inga undid the bonds and Angela's arms came down.
"Take the veil off," Inga ordered. Angela's fingers were trembling as she obeyed. The veil came off easily, and she put it on the bed as Inga walked to the door. It opened, and Jack and Roscoe came in, pushing a contraption that made Angela gasp with a mixture of horror and lust. It was a low-padded bar, but with an enormous dildo sticking up at one end. Jack and Roscoe put it close to Angela and left.
Inga stood there, tapping the cane. "Get on it."
Angela gave a moan and her cunt spasmed. There was no thought of disobeying. She slid over the end of the horse and slid her dress up, over her ass. She held the dress up and guided the dildo to the tight entrance of her pussy.
Not daring to look at the man, she gripped the dildo and pulled it on its strong spring, working it over her cuntal entrance. The very touch of the hard rubber made her cunt spasm with flowing juices.
She gave a heave and the dildo slid into her pussy, riding easily, making her gasp with pleasure as it rasped over her cuntal walls. She spread her legs, sinking the thick shaft deeper, trembling with the onrush of lust.
In the silent room, with the dildo up her cunt and the whip in Inga's hands, Angela gasped, moaning as she rocked on the thick shaft and came, her ass hunching with lust.
"Still a bit undisciplined," Inga commented, "but I know you like them that way, sir."
The man nodded.
Angela climaxed even harder. She held the dress up, her thighs trembling as she came on the dildo, her pussy spasming helplessly.
"Open that dress more!" Inga snapped.
As the orgasm rolled over her, Angela undid the buttons of her little white dress, showing off her tits to the silent man in the chair, holding them out for him.
"Bend down," Inga said and advanced on Angela with the whip.
Angela gurgled with lust, bending submissively at the waist, stretching out along the bar, her tits pressed on either side of it, her arms out. Without being told, she pulled the dress up over her ass and out of the way, waiting, her tits throbbing, her whole body on fire with expectation.
The whip lashed her ass, and delicious agony surged over her, sending her screaming on the bar, her ass jerking, her cunt ramming down on the dildo.
At the second stroke, Angela was coming, screaming in lust, her body jerking as she clutched the bar, her ass going wild for the whip. Fresh weals of pain were being beaten into her flesh, but she wanted it so badly, she didn't care. Explosions of lust rushed over her, driving her into wailing peaks of passion as her pussy slammed down on the dildo, sinking the thick shaft to the limit in her cunt.
Inga increased the speed of the whip.
Angela's climaxes burst over her with each lash, and she screamed in endless release.
The man stood up.
Inga stopped the whip, leaving Angela clutching the bar, gasping and screaming, her cunt still jerking up and down on the dildo.
"I'll take her," he said. "Half now and half in a month. She looks good, but ..."
He pulled out a thick wad of cash and handed it to Inga.
"Oh, you'll train her to perfection, sir." Inga took the cash.
"Come with me," the man said.
There was no thought of disobeying. Her climax was still surging around in her and the sight of his eyes and strong figure kept it going at a low, constant level, her pussy juices pouring freely.
He led her downstairs and into his limousine. It had dark glass all around the rear seats. The car purred away from her house.
Angela was sitting there, waiting.
"You will call me sir, or master."
"Yes, sir," Angela whispered, trembling in her little white dress.
"And you will only speak when spoken to."
Angela shivered with horror and lust.
"Now suck me, but don't make me come. And if you come before you're told, you'll be punished. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Angela moaned as she slid to the gently swaying floor of the limousine and reached for her master's pants.
His cock was massive and rock hard, and she crooned and gasped as she slid it into her mouth, sucking on it gently, running her fingers over the smooth shaft.
She spasmed with lust and came, her mouth sliding all over his cock.
"I told you not to come."
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir!" Angela moaned.
"Your punishment starts as soon as we get home."
"Yes, sir," Angela moaned, then sucked his cock, her orgasms running on and on.