Chapter 6
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.