Chapter 8
"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.