Chapter 9
Barbara had a horrible week with Sam. Sometimes he was nice to her, but most often he was cruel. He was unpredictable. When he mistreated her, she was convinced it was worse than what she'd received at the hands of Bruno and Edith. After one week with Sam, her body was covered with bruises. He played his shit games with her whenever he was in the mood. He pissed in her mouth and slapped her face whenever he thought she wasn't swallowing fast enough.
One evening, Sam said he would take her to a party. He made her dress up and he treated her gently. She was thankful for that. The idea of going to a party excited her. She no longer thought of escaping. She knew it wasn't possible. She knew that if Sam was taking her to this party, the people at the party had to know about her. Maybe they had their own slaves. They certainly wouldn't help her escape from Sam.
The party was in the house of a woman named Magda. She was a tall woman with dark hair and dark eyes and brilliant white teeth. When Sam introduced Barbara, Magda smiled and looked carefully at Barbara. She looked at Barbara's face and then her eyes dropped to Barbara's tits.
"So this is the pussycat," Magda said.
Barbara was frightened. Magda looked sinister. It didn't help that Magda was dressed in black. Maybe this is the end for me, Barbara thought.
The brunette ran her hand over Barbara's back and down to her ass. She patted Barbara's ass through her dress. "We'll see each other later, darling. Have a nice time." She smiled at Sam and left them alone.
Sam took Barbara around, introduced her to some of the other guests. It all seemed so ordinary. Barbara wondered if her fears about the evening were groundless.
Then the party began to heat up. She saw people fondling each other. She saw one couple on some cushions in a corner, the woman's head in the man's lap, her mouth on his cock.
It's an orgy, Barbara thought.
She was right. Before another hour passed, many of the guests had their clothes off. Some of them were fucking. Then Sam called Magda over.
"How about now?" Sam said. "Why don't you get her ready?"
Barbara had no idea what he was talking about. Magda smiled at Barbara and led her away. They walked out of the large party room and down the hall to a small bedroom.
Magda said: "Take your clothes off, honey. I've got some things for you to put on."
Barbara did as she was told. She knew it was useless to resist. She stripped her clothes off as Magda watched her. The brunette's eyes raked over her body. Extending her hands, Magda hefted Barbara's tits.
"You'll be a great success," Magda said.
After that, Magda brought out two sets of chains and cuffs. She chained Barbara's ankles and wrists. She put clamps on Barbara's nipples and a clamp on each of her cuntlips.
Barbara whimpered as Magda tested the clamps by pulling at the tassels attached to them.
Then Magda brought out a ball-gag. But before she stuffed it into Barbara's mouth, she smiled and said: "Let's have a go at that pretty mouth of yours first."
Magda lifted her black dress and put one leg up on a chair. She wore stockings but no panties. Her cunt was bare and completely hairless.
Barbara went down on her knees, her face turned up, her mouth against Magda's bald cunt.
Barbara sucked and licked Magda's pussy until the brunette quivered and came. Then Barbara opened her mouth even wider, and Magda laughed because she knew what Barbara was waiting for. She started pissing. She flooded Barbara's open mouth with her warm piss. She watched Barbara swallow the piss and told her what a pretty slave she was.
They finally left the room and returned to the party. Magda paraded Barbara around, showing her off to the guests. The brunette called Barbara the new pussycat. She pulled at the clamps attached to Barbara's nipples and showed them how she squirmed.
Then Magda called the party to attention and announced that Barbara would be whipped in the center of the room. Each woman would have a turn. Three strokes each on Barbara's ass. She fondled and pinched Barbara's bare ass as Barbara stood there beside her.
Chained like a slave, the ball-gag stuffing her mouth, Barbara was made to bend over a chair with her ass in the air. One by one, the women at the party came to whip her lush white ass. By the time they finished, Barbara was ready to pass out from the awful burning pain.
After that the ball-gag was pulled out of her mouth and she was made to service the men. She had to keep her mouth open while each man jerked off on her tongue. Then she had to drink their piss if they had a need for that. She lost count of them all. She was totally exhausted, her mouth numbed by the bitter taste of all the jism and piss.
Sam finally came to retrieve her. He had two people with him, a man named Curt and his wife Charlene. Sam patted Barbara's head and told her she'd been sold to Curt and his wife. She would go home with them that evening.
Barbara was in a daze. How wrong she'd been about Sam. She'd thought her life would be getting better, but here she was in chains again.
Curt and Charlene took Barbara away with them soon afterward. They left the chains on, but they removed the ball-gag. Barbara had to crouch on the floor of their Cadillac and suck Charlene's cunt during the drive to their house. Charlene kept fondling Barbara's ears and telling her what a good little slave she was.
"I hope you dig pussy," Charlene said with a giggle. "You'll be getting a lot of it."
At last they arrived at a big house. Curt and Charlene hustled Barbara inside, took her downstairs to a game room, and they all immediately stripped.
"I can't wait," Charlene said.
She unlocked the chains, tossed everything away and brought a pair of metal handcuffs from a dresser. She pulled Barbara's wrists behind her back and snapped the handcuffs closed. Barbara trembled. She stared at Curt, her eyes wide, her shoulders heaving. Her nipples were stiff with fear. Both Curt and Charlene had cruelty in their eyes. They'll hurt me, Barbara thought.
Now Charlene pushed Barbara and the blonde fell to her knees. Her tits bounced like two beach balls. Charlene licked her lips. "Look at the bitch. Curt. Does she turn you on?"
Curt chuckled. "Sure, she turns me on. And she turns you on, too. I can see it."
"Why not?" Charlene smiled. "I like little bitches like this. It's fun. Smack her around a little. I'd like to watch you give it to her."
Curt picked up a leather belt, teased Barbara by dangling the end of it in front of her eyes. Then he raised his arm and lashed the belt across her naked tits.
Searing pain shot through Barbara's tits. She cried out and fell back with her legs flying.
Curt gazed at Barbara's thick cunt bush. He slashed the belt down again, this time striking Barbara's cuntlips. She screamed. She tried closing her legs, but Charlene kicked her and told her to leave them open.
"Sam said you know how to be obedient, honey," Charlene said. "I hope he's right. It'll be much worse for you the other way."
Barbara fell back on the floor and rolled over onto her belly. She tried to protect her cunt mound from the belt. Curt laughed and slashed the belt down once again, this time striking her lush ass.
Barbara cried out wish agony at the pain. She knew it would do no good to beg them. They wouldn't listen. Their enjoyment would only increase.
Charlene giggled with lust. Giving a pretty girl like Barbara a workout was always exciting. The brunette knelt down and ran her hands over Barbara's reddened asscheeks. She slammed her fist into Barbara's back and told her to keep still. Then she gripped the blonde's ass with both hands and pulled her asscheeks open to expose her pink asshole.
"She's been stretched," Charlene said.
Curt snickered. "More fun for you, Charl. You going to fuck her ass?"
"Maybe. I'm going to do all kinds of things to this one. It's been too long since I've had a pussycat in the house."
Charlene rose up again. She ran her hands down her own body, cupped her pendulous tits and flicked her long nipples. Then she moved her hands down her belly and into her cunt bush. She pulled her cuntlips open and ran two fingers into her brimming cunthole. She looked at Curt, at his dangling cock.
"Go on, hit her again," Charlene said.
Once again the belt slashed against Barbara's ass. She lay there whimpering. There was nothing she could do except take it. Charlene was right about her obedience. If she didn't do what they wanted, she'd only have a worse time of it.
Curt hit her again and again. The leather belt left painful welts on Barbara's ass-flesh. She cringed and shuddered with pain, sobbing out of control as the blows continued.
Charlene was jerking off now, her legs spread, her eyes on Barbara's tortured ass. The brunette fucked her fingers in and out of her own wet cunt. She kept urging Curt to beat the blonde harder.
Curt was aiming at Barbara's asscrack now. Again and again the belt landed between her asscheeks, tearing at her tender flesh, the leather stinging her asshole.
Charlene ordered Barbara to hold her ass-cheeks open with her hands. Barbara was afraid to refuse. She had to do it no matter how much easier it made it for Curt to strike her asshole.
Finally it stopped. Barbara lay on the rug weeping. Curt wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down. Charlene stood there with her eyes glittering, three fingers rammed knuckles-deep inside her pussy gash. She stood with her legs wide apart, her hips swaying, her hand pumping at her cunt. Streams of cunt juice ran down the insides of her white thighs. The brunette groaned suddenly and came, her hand whipping in and out of her juice-drenched pussy.
Curt's cock was a stiff throbbing poker now. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and pumped his prick up and down. Then he had a better idea. They had a pussycat on the floor. Why sit there and beat his meat? Charlene liked to get off that way, but not him.
He left the sofa and forced the blonde to roll over on her back. He straddled her body, sat down on her tits with his cock dangling in front of her face. He chuckled at the way she tried to focus her eyes on his dripping cockhead. Fisting his cockshaft, he rubbed the tip of his prick back and forth over her lips.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my prick."
Fearful of punishment, Barbara opened her mouth. Curt immediately lurched forward to bury his prick in her face. She choked on his cock, gagging and sputtering until he laughed and drew back a bit. Then he began pounding her mouth with his cock, pumping in and out of her stretched lips, fucking her face with a steady rhythm.
Her eyes closed, Barbara kept her mouth open so he could use it as a cunt. Her lips were sore, her tongue almost numb. She could sense he was fast approaching orgasm. Sure enough, a moment later he grunted and started shooting. A fountain of thick hot jism erupted out of his cock to fill her mouth and slide down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, gulping wad after wad of his spunk until he was finished. She expected what happened after that. She was experienced enough now to know what to expect. Curt chuckled and relaxed and let loose a flood of piss in her mouth. She swallowed that, too.
It's like an after-dinner drink, she thought. First she gets his jism and afterward she gets to wash it all down with his piss.
After that, it was Charlene's turn to have some fun. She stood over Barbara and told her to loosen up her tongue because it would be getting some heavy exercise.
"You can do my pussy first," Charlene said. "And then I want my asshole cleaned out. Thoroughly clean, honey. I want your tongue all the way in there."
The brunette leaned down and brutally squeezed Barbara's tits. She pinched the blonde's thick nipples until she groaned with pain.
Curt leaned against the back of the sofa, his cock thickening in his hand as he watched his wife abuse their slave.
Charlene mounted Barbara now, squatting over her face and then sitting down. She mashed her cunt on Barbara's mouth. The blonde's face was imprisoned, her nose and mouth crushed by the woman's sopping cunt gash. The pungent odor of hot cunt juice filled Barbara's nostrils. Charlene had a particularly wet and raunchy cunt, and Barbara was overwhelmed by the feel and smell of the woman's wet cuntmeat pressed against her face.
Charlene sat on Barbara's face awhile and then finally she rose up. She moved to an easy chair, sat down with her legs draped over the arms and ordered Barbara to crawl to her. "Come on, sweetie, it's time to get a taste of my ass."
Barbara crawled to the woman. She gazed at Charlene's crotch, at her cuntlips unfurled in the midst of her cunt bush. The brunette's asshole was a tight brown ring surrounded by delicate whorls of dark hair. Barbara wondered how often Curt fucked his wife's ass. Charlene's asshole seemed so small. Not at all like Barbara's. Her own asshole was stretched now, loose and open to any cock. Maybe Curt would fuck her ass later. She would probably have an orgasm if he did. She wouldn't mind. She could use a few orgasms to relieve her misery.
She moved in towards Charlene's crotch. Once again the heavy odor of the brunette's cunt filled her nostrils. Charlene was hot. Her cunt- hole leaked a thick stream of cunt juice, and some of it had run down over her asshole.
"Come on, dig in," Charlene said. "Let me feel your tongue all the way inside."
Barbara knew she had to do it. Anyway, it wasn't the first time she'd had her tongue in someone's ass. It was better than getting beaten. She was also beginning to see that there was something exciting about it. Maybe she liked being humiliated. Whatever it was, she gazed at the brown winking eye of Charlene's asshole as though she were mesmerized by it.
Charlene snickered. She slid her hand between her thighs and ran a fingertip around the ring of her asshole. She scratched the hairs around her asshole with her fingernail. "Right here, baby. Show me how good you are."
Barbara moved her face forward. The smell of hot cunt was overwhelming. She groaned and plunged forward, her tongue extended and immediately finding the target of Charlene's asshole.
The brunette's asshole wasn't as tight as Barbara expected. Her tongue slipped inside without any difficulty. Her nose pushed against Charlene's wet cunt and soon fit nicely inside her cunthole. Charlene groaned with satisfaction as she clamped her asshole down on Barbara's exploring tongue.
"Go, baby, go. Suck my ass!" She grabbed Barbara's hair and pulled her face tighter against her crotch.
Barbara was in a daze. She could taste Charlene's ass now. The sour taste was so strong it almost made her faint with revulsion. Then slowly her awareness of the taste vanished and her mind focused on the feel of Charlene's hot asshole gripping her tongue. It was something special. It was like the two of them, Charlene and herself, had a magic connection now. The brunette's hot asshole pulling on her tongue.
Charlene mewled with pleasure, gyrated her hips as she pushed her ass at Barbara's face. Cunt juice bubbled out of her cunthole around Barbara's nose. The brunette smiled at her husband. "She's good. Curt. Sam wasn't lying."
Curt grunted. "Hot tongue in your ass, huh?"
"I'll say. I can't get you to do it, but now I've got her and I don't care. It's delicious. Can't we keep her. Curt?"
"I thought you said you wanted to sell her and make some money."
"Yes, I guess you're right."
"Wilbur Kuhn has been asking me about a girl. I think he'll pay through the nose."
"Whatever you say, honey. Only she's so pretty, it's a shame not to keep her."
"Go on, enjoy yourself while you can. In a couple of days you'll be tired of her. I know you."
Her tongue still inside Charlene's ass, Barbara trembled. Wilbur Kuhn? Was it the same Wilbur? The one who had started her slavery? It had to be! She dreaded the idea of seeing him again.
Charlene moaned with pleasure. Her hands gripped Barbara's head, rotating the blonde's face against her crotch and forcing Barbara's tongue to widen her asshole. She loved having a tongue in her ass. She liked it much better when it was a man's tongue, but this lovely blonde slave would do. Thank God there were women like Barbara in this world. Oh, yes indeed, Charlene thought. How lovely it was to have the blonde's long hot tongue up her shithole!
Barbara was working diligently now. She fucked her tongue in and out of Charlene's ass. She sucked on the puckered asshole. Her nose was filled with the brunette's cunt juice. The stench of the woman's crotch was overpowering, but at this point it actually turned Barbara on. She was realizing there were dark instincts inside her, things she hadn't been aware of until these last few weeks. She remembered the way Sam had shit on her face. It seemed impossible she would ever get enjoyment out of that, but as she thought about it now she found herself quivering with excitement.
Charlene was masturbating. She had one hand fondling Barbara's head, but she used the other hand to rub her clit above the blonde's nose. She kept her eyes fixed on Barbara's face. She wondered what it would be like to have her tongue inside someone's ass. She was certain she could never do such a thing. Only a slave could do it. It was all right for Barbara, but not for her. What a sexy little bitch the blonde was. Charlene had an urge to piss on Barbara's face. Why not? Curt wouldn't stop her. She could do anything she wanted. They could always send the rug out to be cleaned. With a soft mewl of satisfaction, she relaxed her bladder and started pissing on Barbara's face.
Barbara was shocked at first. She felt the hot piss gushing over her nose and down to her mouth. She tried to pull away, but Charlene's hand kept her head in place. Then Barbara told herself it didn't make any difference. All the others had pissed in her mouth, including Curt. He sat over there jerking off while his wife now did the pissing.
Curt grunted and said: "You're pissing."
Charlene giggled. "That's right. You did it, so why can't I?"
"You'll get the rug full of piss."
"So what? We'll send it out. Look at the way she eats my ass. Maybe you ought to take lessons."
"Fuck you."
They both laughed. Charlene kept her knees pulled back to her tits, her ass rolled up so Barbara could get at her asshole. She could see everything, Barbara's mouth clamped over her shithole, her piss coming out in spurts on the blonde's face. I wish I could fuck her, Charlene thought. She wished she had a cock so she could fuck Barbara's ass. Maybe she would do it later. She had a dildo upstairs and maybe she would use that. Strap it on and give the blonde the old one-two right up her shitter.
Barbara could feel the excitement growing in Charlene's body. She suspected the brunette would come soon. Charlene was finished pissing now. Her crotch stunk worse than before. Now there was a smell of piss overlaying everything and the stench was almost unbearable. Barbara's mouth was filled with the taste of Charlene's piss mixed with the taste of her ass.
It's like a meal, Barbara thought. She hated herself because she realized she found it exciting.
Curt still had his eyes on his wife and the blonde, his hand slowly pumping his cockmeat. His cock was hard again, his balls filled with jism. The sight of Barbara's naked ass weaving back and forth as she tongue-fucked Charlene's ass turned him on. He left the sofa, went down on his knees behind Barbara and probed her asshole with his fingers.
Barbara felt Curt's fingers in her ass and she knew what he was up to. She kept her tongue fucking in and out of Charlene's shitter as Curt played with her asshole. A moment later she felt Curt's cockhead pushing at her asshole. His prick slid inside her shit-tube without difficulty. It felt good. She liked having a cock in her ass now. She liked having her shitter packed solid with hot cockmeat.
The trio worked quickly towards a climax. Charlene was the first to come. She groaned and shuddered, her asshole clamping down on Barbara's tongue, her cunthole gushing juice over the blonde's face.
The sight of his wife coming brought the jism out of Curt's balls. He shot his load inside Barbara's hot ass. He pumped jet after jet of jism into the dark depths of her shit-tube.
Finally it was Barbara's turn. When she felt Curt's jism-enema in her ass, she went over the edge into a shattering orgasm. Her body convulsed, her mouth sucked greedily at Charlene's asshole, her own asshole sucked relentlessly on Curt's jizz-spurting cock.
Oh, God, Barbara thought. What's happened to me? Was it true she really enjoyed being a slave? Then she thought about Wilbur. He was the one who had started it all. Would she be meeting him again soon?