Chapter 7
Chatsworth fucked her long and brutally hard. His balls had been unweighted by her fevered cock-sucking and the spiraling pleasure of her dangling ass, but his cock remained hard and he beat her buttery cunt with his prick like a club.
Olga played different little tunes on the organ keyboard, forcing Sharon's body to respond in various ways. The nooses cinched around her nipples pulled tight enough to draw tiny drops of blood.
He sucked on those like a vampire and lashed her nipples with his rasping tongue. Sharon climaxed again and again despite her mind's sick feeling of revulsion.
Each writhing orgasm brought a moment of relief. In the forced thrill of ecstasy, her tense nerves were momentarily shorted out. The pain vanished to be replaced by unimaginable pleasure. Then it started all again. It took an hour to make his cock tire. That was the greatest climax of them all. His gushing hot cum was the final touch of sheer delight. She took burst after burst of liquid fire, a thrilling flood of heat so fierce that she fainted at the moment he fired his last drop.
They held Sharon Parker captive for over a week. Eight or nine days-she wasn't sure. They kept her in the underground dungeon, chained to the wall like a dog.
A cold metal collar encircled her neck. That was bound to a plate in the wall by a heavy length of chain. It allowed her a half circle of movement with a radius of exactly six feet.
Olga served Sharon slop in a metal pan and sometimes set that just out of reach. Sharon's hunger was ravenous, and she strained to get food that even a dog wouldn't eat. Then Olga would demand sexual pleasure before pushing the pain within reach.
Sharon must have sucked and tongue-fucked the old hag's wrinkled cunt a hundred times. And that she had to consider the best of what they did to her.
Dexter Chatsworth had his various businesses to run, so he was gone most of the day. That left her to be Olga's abused pet. The maid pranced around naked, a pallid bag of withered skin and creaking bones.
Every evening, Chatsworth would visit the dungeon, in a different costume each night. Once he came as a pirate with a black eye patch brandishing a sword. Sharon was gowned and jeweled as a colonial princess and forced to walk the plank.
She plunged screaming into a tank of water and a school of fish that swam under her billowing skirt to nip at her most tender flesh.
Another time he came in a tuxedo escorting a stunning young redhead wearing a ruby necklace paled by the brilliance of her fiery hair and a snow-white mink coat so long that it swept the floor.
Sharon was naked and cold. Olga had allowed her to keep the silky fox stole, but it was now matted and smelled like a mangy dog. She huddled in that, not daring to speak.
The elegant pair dined by candlelight, feasting on a crown rib roast of succulent lamb. They laughed and amused themselves by throwing Sharon the bones.
Days later, Olga released her. "The master has found someone new and more amusing," she said.
Sharon left the grand house in a daze, wearing exactly the same clothes she had on when she had arrived so full of dreams.
They called a cab for her, but Sharon didn't know where to tell the driver to go. Not back to the apartment she'd shared with her son Mike. That was surely rented to someone else by now.
Could she find Veronica's apartment? Probably not. And would they welcome her if she did? Certainly not.
Sharon slumped in the back seat of the cab, realizing she had the fare paid but no place to go.
The burly driver said, "Make up your mind, lady."
Sharon burst into tears. Olga had pressed two dollars into her hand as they left the house. "The master says that's all a cheap whore is worth."
For that she'd been fucked dozens of times. His huge reaming cock left her cunt feeling sloppy. She doubted that a normal sized man would even want her now.
Sharon heaved a sob and gave the driver the address of her suburban home. Her husband Cal had told her never to return, but facing his wrath couldn't possibly be worse than what she'd been through. Besides, she had no other choice. A bed in a waterfront flophouse would cost more than two dollars, and that was all Sharon had to show for her fortune hunting.
It was noon on a Sunday when the cab turned down the familiar street. Neighbors she knew well were out mowing lawns and tending their gardens. Sharon felt too ashamed to really look at any of them.
The cab pulled to a stop in front of what had been her home. Not just her home ... her dream house. It looked more like part of a nightmare now. The drapes were drawn tight. There was no sign of life, but Cal's car was in the driveway. He had to be home.
"You gonna sit there all day, lady? This is the address you gave me."
"Yes, I know." Sharon climbed out of the cab and tipped the driver with her last two dollars.
She didn't have a key for the front door. That was lost when the punk kid had snatched her purse. It wouldn't have mattered. Cal had changed the lock. Sharon gulped back her feelings of dread and despair. With a trembling finger, she rang the bell.
Cal answered the door sleepy-eyed and still wearing his bathrobe at noon. That wasn't like him. He was an energetic man always doing something.
She said weakly, "Cal, please don't slam the door. I have to talk to you."
"Maybe, but I don't have to talk to you," he said coldly. "My lawyer will do that for me. I've filed for divorce, you know."
Her bitter salty tears began flowing again. Sharon wiped them away with the back of her hand, amazed that she wasn't all cried out by now. "Can't we please talk? I know all the terrible things I've done. And I've learned. I want to be better."
Cal eyed her suspiciously. He was ruggedly handsome, a man in the prime of his middle years.
"Why the sudden change?" he demanded. "Did Mike get tired of fucking his mother and kick you out?"
She nodded, her lips drawn into a tight knot that made speech impossible. Sharon tried to explain, but only an anguished moan could slip through.
"I don't need you, Sharon. It doesn't matter how you're willing to change. I've found someone else."
"So soon?" She'd always thought Cal to be the shy type who couldn't find another woman on his own.
"I found her the first day," he said smugly, not looking shy at all. "She's younger and sexier than you ever were."
"Ooooh," his tortured wife moaned. Her last vague hope had been dashed.
"Look what she's done for my cock," Cal said proudly, parting the front of his robe with brawny hands. His prick leaped and throbbed before her tear-streaked eyes, at least the size of her son Mike's, maybe an inch longer. "You haven't given me a hard-on like that since our honeymoon. A fresh young cunt does it for me five or six times a day."
Sharon was about to plead that he give her at least one of those times. She would have happily become his servant, a wretch like Olga content with whatever her master allowed. But then she heard a lilting soft female voice call from the back of the house.
"Daddy, who is it? Why are you taking so long at the door?"
It was her daughter Jolene, the image of Sharon when she was a voluptuous young teen.
Cal grinned and called back, "It's just an old hag trying to peddle second-hand goods."
"Well get rid of her and come back to bed!"
Sharon's mouth gaped. "Not our daughter! You wouldn't dare sleep with your own little girl!"
"No," Cal said with a wicked grin. "We don't sleep much. Jo keeps my cock hard all night. She has since I first popped her cherry. Young virgin cunt is so sweet and tight!"
"Ooooh, God! And you had the balls to send that lesbian blonde bitch investigator to check on me?"
"All's fair in love and war, baby. I've got more balls than you ever know. Just ask Jo." Sharon was too stunned to utter more than a gasp, so he did it for her. "Hey, honey ... tell this worn-out old hag what you think of your daddy's cock."
"It's the greatest!" she sighed ecstatically. "That's why I'm so anxious for you to come back to bed. You've only been gone a few minutes and I'm going crazy already!"
Sharon's jaw clenched like a vise and her green eyes flared with loathing. "You bastard! While you were fucking our daughter, that blonde cunt-sucker took Mike away from me!"
He flashed a fiendish grin. "Yeah, when I first met her at the lawyer's office, I thought she might. Next to fucking a tender young virgin, converting a lesbian is about the most exciting thing a young man can do."
"She was both, you bastard. And she promised him other young girls."
"Good! I'm glad Mike's been getting all he wants. When I got to thinking about it, I felt bad for kicking him out of the house. What happened had to be all your fault."
"It was!" she sobbed. "I want to make up for that now!"
He laughed bitterly. "So get down on your knees and suck my cock. That's the one thing Joe hasn't learned to do better than you."
Her voice quaked with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Right here? Right now? On the porch with all the neighbors watching?"
She was suddenly aware that not a lawn mower or pair of garden shears was working anywhere on the block. All eyes were on them.
"The neighbors all know about you," Cal said. "When I told Jo why you and I split, she let the story slip to a girlfriend at school. Next thing you know, it was spreading all over the neighborhood."
Sharon cringed and hunched in shame. "How could you allow that to happen?"
"I didn't just allow it. I encouraged it. All that juicy gossip has kept the neighbors from wondering why I spend so much time alone with Jolene."
"And now you expect me to shame myself more by sucking your cock here on the porch."
"No, not on the porch. People down at the end of the block can't see up here. I want you to suck it right in the middle of our front lawn."
She was going to say he was the most heartless man on earth, then Sharon remembered Dexter Chatsworth and all he'd done.
"All right," she said, biting off the words with tightly clenched teeth. "I'll do what you want."
The millionaire's bizarre tortures had at least taught her that much. She walked out into the middle of their front lawn and sank to her knees.
Cal pulled the belt off his robe and used that to bind her wrists behind her back.
"That's just in case you change your mind and get some wild idea about crushing my balls."
He looped the long sash around her ankles after that, binding her on her knees.
"That's so you won't forget to be humble and try to stand up."
Sharon could hear neighbors chattering excitedly on both sides and behind her. She blushed red with shame and bowed her head, not wanting to see their smirking looks or hear the awful things they must be saying about her.
Cal then pulled up the brass nozzle of a revolving sprinkler head recessed into the ground between her bound legs. He looped the free end of his satin robe sash three times around that and tied it off with a tight knot.
"This is so you'll remember to take care of the lawn from now on. I'm going to be too busy with our sexy young daughter even if I decide to take you back. And because I don't think you're clean enough to suck my cock!"
Cal walked to the edge of the lawn, bent down to the valve and turned the sprinklers on. Half a dozen brass nozzles popped up from sheltered recesses and began to revolve.
The one closest behind her, between her bound legs swiped its icy stream across her ass. One in front sprayed her at cunt level and made her clit tingle right through her clothes. Cold water like a drenching winter rain came down from every direction. Sharon's clothes became quickly soaked. She shivered violently, her lush body aquiver inside her clinging wet clothes.
She heard some man cheer and soon some other voices joined his. The gawking neighbors had no sympathy. They obviously thought she was getting just what she deserved.
Even the women watching cattishly applauded her humiliation. They all knew that a bitch brazen and horny enough to fuck her own son would think nothing of fucking a husband who wasn't hers.
A woman in shorts and a halter top with closely cropped and tightly curled dark hair braved the revolving sprinklers to stalk up behind Sharon. She carried a long-bladed pair of hedge trimming shears.
"My husband has always admired your silky long hair," she hissed. "So I've decided to give it to him."
She yanked Sharon's head back and cut off her hair as close as she could to the scalp.
Another jealous wife came across the lawn with fire in her eyes that even the chilling sprinklers could not cool. "My husband has always drooled when he looks at your big tits. Now I want him to see what they really look like."
The woman snarled and ripped open the front of Sharon's blouse.
Woman from up and down the street had gathered around her, all of them soaked to the skin by the revolving sprinklers. They tore off all of Sharon's clothes. One took her wet panties because she said that her husband had been sniffing after Sharon's cunt for years.
Another ripped off her bra because she said her husband had always wanted to get his hands in it.
"You're lucky I don't have a sharp knife," the woman said, "or I might take your tits to fill it!"
And these were all women Sharon had once regarded as friends! She had had no idea what bitter jealousies they harbored. Nor had she known how many of the neighborhood men anxiously desired her. Sharon felt a glow of pride and a chill of shame.
Cal turned off the water and shouted, "The party's over, ladies ... unless one of your wants to be the first to suck my cock!"
They all gasped, shocked by the very idea.
"Don't be bashful, ladies. I'm going to let your husbands take whatever they want most from the incestuous slut that used to be my wife. Her luscious tits, pussy and ass are all up for grabs!"
That brought a cheer from all the men gathering closer. It sent shivering chills to the marrow of Sharon's bones. Half a dozen lewd men with leering eyes closed in.
The woman with short, tightly curled black hair was down on her knees and happily sucking his cock.
Her husband's eyes flared and then settled on Sharon. "The least you can do is the same for me."
He whipped out a stubby but enormously thick cock and fucked into Sharon's mouth just as it opened to scream.
The tit-fancier grabbed her from the side, fondling one luscious big tit while he sucked and tongue lashed the other. A third man sprawled on the wet grass to eat cunt. Another man hunkered down behind her and aimed a stiff cock at her ass.
Men waiting in line for the free offering bound on her knees got so hot that they whipped their cocks out and began jacking off before her eyes. They sprayed globs of cum all over her face.
A wiggling tongue burrowed into her cringing cunt slit. A randy cock forced its way up her ass. Churning lips sucked and mauled her tits.
Cal watched with a bemused grin. The second of six horny housewives was just dropping down for a taste of his cock. The first had been too timid to let him cum in her mouth. The next would not be spared. His balls were boiling with silver heat.
Jolene had heard the noise and had been wondering what had been taking her father so long. His cock had thrilled the sexy young teen, and she was still hungry for more.
She strode out the front door and stood at the top of the porch steps in a white, virginal-looking negligee fluttered by the stirring breeze. Her cunt was still bleeding. Jo's cherry was a thick, stubborn web of flesh that her father had found hard to pierce. Constant fucking since then hadn't allowed the tattered fringe to heal. Blood, red like glowing embers, blotched the front of her filmy white robe. Cherry rivulets ran down her silken thighs, but those involved in the impromptu orgy on the lawn hadn't noticed.
Her father was bucking his hips and cumming hard down the throat of the woman who lived next door. Jolene had thought she had him all to herself. Seeing that was no longer true, smoldering jealousy warped her young mind.
"Does anyone want me?" she cried from the top of the porch stairs.
Jolene had two willing takers, both middle-aged men whose wives seldom satisfied them fully. They threw her down on her side. One fucked her blood-seeping cunt while the other rammed into a tight young ass that was still cherry.
She rocked back and forth between them, driving first one way and then the other. Neither man had a cock the size of her father's, but now she was getting two at once.
She came and came hard, pumping forward and then rearing back. The cocks of two grown men were shooting precious jism into her with pulsing spurts of delight. Jolene gave them both the thrill of her ecstatic spasms. Her hot young pussy and ass soon milked them both dry.
Cal was by then fucking the throat of his third horny neighbor, the wife of the man who was fucking his daughter. He never looked back to see what was happening to her. Jo's delighted cries of climax were message enough.
He focused his eyes on his once-loving wife instead. Neighborhood men had untied her. One hunched over her head and pinned Sharon's wrists beneath his knees. Another crouched at her heels and kept her legs spread.
A third lucky man was fucking her cunt. She had been worried that her pussy would not be tight enough to please a normal-cocked man, but the cold spray of the sprinklers had taken care of that.
Sharon fucked like a mink, bobbing, writhing and twisting to feel all the pleasure she could from his average cock. Her eyes never left her husband Cal's. His prick was the best of the bunch, the one she wanted most, but he'd thrown her to a pack of dogs like so much spoiled meat.
The neighborhood women were still lined up in front of him, some with cum-glossed lips anxious for seconds. It made Sharon's heart wrench. The man she'd cast aside was wanted by so many more.
Perhaps because they were all older now, no one seemed willing to wait. A man fresh from fucking Sharon bounded across the lawn to stick his still-gleaming cock in her daughter's young cunt. That being filled at the time, he grabbed a woman from the back of the line waiting to suck Cal's big cock.
"Why wait when you can have mine?" he asked, not realizing until she turned that she was his wife's best friend.
"Why indeed?" she replied sweetly. "We've lived next door to each other for fifteen years, and all that time I've been waiting for you to make a move on me."
"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
That gave rise to an even wilder orgy.
Sharon's wrists and ankles hardly needed holding. The woman was in the throes of another climax. Two men who'd been pinning her broke off to fuck a neighbor's wife.
If jism could have run cars, the oil crisis would have been over. Naked couples were happily fucking all over the lawn.
Things weren't going quite so well for Mike
Parker. Veronica had quit her job in order to devote full attention to his mighty cock. She'd never been the career-woman type anyway. The lithe silver-blonde worked in a position of authority only to meet young cunts able to satisfy her lesbian hunger.
With her attitude about sex all changed, she delighted in feeding fresh meat to her young lover for a while. Mike bloodied more virgin pussies in a week than most men were lucky enough to fuck in a whole life.
He was on top of the world, king prick in a palace full of cuties. Then, Sunday afternoon, he returned to Veronica's apartment to find a note pinned to the dooT, his things neatly stacked outside.
"I think it's time you go home to momma," the note began. "I've found a man with a cock even bigger than yours. He's more mature, more sophisticated, and frankly much better in bed..."
Mike's jaw clenched and he raged, "You bitch! You're a faithless cunt worse than my mother!"
He started walking home alone, wondering what the hell he could say to his father.