Chapter 4
Late in the afternoon Abner and Calvin returned in the truck from downtown and for the first time they saw Emily in her new getup.
Abner grinned and chuckled and patted Emily's bare ass. "You look just fine, cutie. What do you think, Calvin? You think she's pretty?"
The boy smiled and nodded. "She sure is." "Go on, walk around a little so we can see what you look like," Abner said to her.
Unsteady on the five-inch heels she wore, she walked back and forth in front of them.
The hot lust in their eyes made her tremble. She felt like a whore parading before two customers. She quivered with shame at the way her cuntbush and ass were exposed to their leering inspection.
Then they moved close to her. They squeezed her flesh and appraised her like a barnyard animal. The boy paid particular attention to her ass, his fingers sliding into her asscrack to probe her bunghole.
Emily thought she would die of embarrassment when Calvin pushed his finger all the way inside her asshole and wiggled it back and forth.
"Nice and tight," Calvin said.
Abner snickered. "You wait your turn, sonny. Right now she's coming upstairs with me."
Abner took hold of the chain attached to the collar around her neck. He led her up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with Julia.
Beth and Julia were down in the living room watching TV, and Abner arid Emily were alone.
The bedroom was cluttered and dusty and the four-poster bed looked about a hundred years old.
Abner pushed Emily down to her knees. He slipped out of his overalls and dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Pulling the ball-gag out of Emily's mouth, he said, "Suck my dick, cutie. Get it good and wet."
For the second time that day, Emily found herself with Abner's cock and balls in front of her face. This time she had the clips on her nipples and cuntlips, and when Abner hooked his finger in the ring that held the chains together Emily trembled with fear and quickly opened her mouth.
Make believe it's a lollipop, she thought. She had to pretend it was something other than Abner's smelly cock she was sucking. She had to pretend that or she would balk at doing what he wanted. If she refused him, he would pull the ring and hurt her. She pretended his cock was a lollipop and moved her lips back and forth over his cockhead with a sucking sound.
"That's the way," Abner said with a grunt. He held one hand under his balls to lift them and press them against her chin. He watched her mouth as she sucked, his hips pumping back and forth as he slowly fucked her face.
The knob of his cock was now swollen like a huge plum and Emily sensed he would come soon.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Show me your tongue," he said. "Keep your mouth open and stick your tongue out."
She knelt there like a dog with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
Holding the collar on her neck with one hand, he closed the fist of the other hand around his cockshaft and began jerking off.
His cockhead lay on the front part of her tongue and a moment later the jism spurted out of his prick and into her mouth.
She kept her eyes closed and shuddered.
Abner, however, had his eyes open and glittering. He watched three globs of jism spurt over her tongue. Still holding his cock with his hand, he wiped his cockhead over her lips and chuckled. "Suck the tip, cutie. Just a little suck right on the tip."
She closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked at his pisshole to get the last drop of his spunk.
After that he patted her face and pushed the ball-bag back inside her mouth.
She was in a daze. She felt degraded and humiliated and disgusted. She could still feel his slimy jism sliding down her throat as he led her out of the room and down the hall.
Once again she was in the bare room, the room that had the old mattress on the floor.
This time she had her body trussed up in a leather corset and the collar around her neck attached by a chair to the ring in the wall.
God help me, she thought. I won't survive this. I can't survive this. I'll find a way to kill myself.
She rubbed her tongue over the black ball in her mouth, hoping to get rid of the taste of Abner's jism.
But it was no good. When he left her, she could still taste his disgusting cum and she lay there on the mattress with tears in her eyes.
After a while she slept. There was one window in the room. The window was boarded up, but there were enough cracks in the wood so that when she opened her eyes again she could see it was almost evening.
The door suddenly opened and Calvin walked into the room.
He closed the door behind him and leered at her. "I guess the old man's finished, huh? He's on his bed snoring like an old hound dog. What the hell did you do to him to tire him out like that?"
Of course Emily could say nothing because of the ball-gag in her mouth. She watched with horrified eyes as the boy stripped his clothes off until he was naked. He had a lean brown body and a long thin cock. His prick was get- ting hard even as it bounced up and down with his movements.
She remembered about Calvin. She remembered the feel of his finger in her ass. She shuddered as she watched his cock grow to a long stiff rod.
He came to her, grabbed hold of the chain-leash and pulled her to her knees.
He pulled the ball out of her mouth. Holding his cock in his hand, he slapped his cockhead back and forth across her face and told her to open her mouth wide.
She closed her eyes and opened her lips and he shoved forward to bury his long prick in her throat.
He fucked her face awhile, and then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to suck his balls.
She thought of refusing, but the memory of the pain the others had caused her was to strong. She was certain Calvin was just as crazy as the others.
Sliding her fingers under his bloated ball-bag, she raised it up and started licking and sucking his nuts.
The feel of his balls in her mouth was strange. She realized all she had to do was clamp down with her teeth and she'd ruin him for life. But she was sure they'd kill her after- ward.
She was too afraid of them, afraid of Calvin. She sucked his nuts until they were soaked with her saliva, and when he told her to open her mouth wide to get both balls inside she did that too.
He seemed to enjoy having his balls in her mouth. His cock dangled over her nose, his cockshaft slapping against her forehead as she sucked his leathery ball-bag.
At last he pulled his nuts out of her mouth. Bending down, he smiled at her and fingered the clips attached to her nipples. "These things hurt?"
"They're awful. Can't you help me and take them off?"
"Hell, no, why should I do that?" He pulled at one of the chains and she groaned as the clip tore into the flesh of her nipple. "Eat my ass now. I'll just hold this chain to make sure you do it right."
Still holding the chain attached to her nipple, he turned and presented his muscular ass to her face.
He moved back a bit and she found her face pressed between his asscheeks.
She knew what he wanted. She knew he wanted her to lick and suck his asshole, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Then he tugged at the chain and her nipple suddenly felt on fire.
She moaned as she found his asshole with her mouth.
She licked his bung, lapping her tongue back and forth over the nut of his grommet.
He grunted with satisfaction. "That's good, but get your tongue inside. It's not the. right way unless you get your tongue inside."
She wanted to retch. A wave of nausea washed over her as she considered the filthy thing she was doing.
Stiffening her tongue, she prayed to God for forgiveness and slowly pushed it inside the hot ring of his asshole.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Now you've got it. Suck it, baby, suck my ass!"
She worked on his asshole, sucking and tongue-fucking his shitter. The musky smell of his ass surrounded her, enveloped her, filled her brain. Before long his ass-crack was drenched with her saliva. He giggled as he pushed back to grind his ass against her wet mouth.
He finally pulled his ass away from her face and told her to turn around and bend over. "Get your ass in the air," he said.
She quivered as she obeyed him. Because her hands were fixed behind her back, she had to lower her head to the mattress to support herself.
His hands clutched at her ass, his fingers squeezing and pinching her asscheeks. "Please don't hurt me," she moaned. "Haven't you had it in the ass before?" "Never!"
"Jesus Christ, I got me a cherry asshole. AH right, I'll get some oil. You wait right here and don't move."
To make sure she'd stay put, he tightened the chain-leash and put the ball-gag back in her mouth.
She knelt there on the mattress and waited for him. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have his cock in her ass, but the thought of it was too revolting and too frightening.
Was it true some woman liked to have it there all the time? A shudder ran through her as she thought of Frank sticking his prick in her ass.
Calvin finally returned, closed the door again and smiled at her. "I got some baby oil. There's nothing I hate more than a dry asshole."
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else, tried to pretend none of it was happening.
It seemed impossible that she was about to have a cock pushed inside her ass.
Then she felt his fingers lubricating her brownie with the baby oil. He snickered as he slid his finger inside her bung. Before long he had her asshole loose and slippery and ready for his cock.
She held her breath and a moment later she felt something warm in the crack of her ass.
She realized what she was feeling was his cockhead. He pressed the knob of his prick against her asshole.
A stab of pain suddenly ripped through her ass. She wanted to scream, but the ball in her mouth prevented it.
Then his cockhead snapped inside the elastic ring of her shitter.
As his cock slid forward to fill her bung, she remembered that Beth had said it would feel like a tree going in.
A giant tree, she thought.
When he finally stopped pushing, she could feel his balls against her pussy-lips and she realized she had all of his cock in her ass.
She felt like she had to use the toilet, like she had to take an enormous shit.
Most of the pain was gone now. In its place was a dull pressure and heat that quickly wiped out everything else.
She thought she'd pass out when he started so fucking her. The feel of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her asshole was too much to bear.
Soon he was slamming his cock in and out of her ass, ramming her body forward with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips.
He groaned and grunted and then suddenly she felt the wetness in her asshole and she knew he was shooting his load.
His thick jism spurted out of his cock and then splashed out of her bunghole again. She could feel it dripping on her cuntlips and on the insides of her thighs.
Like a beast, she thought. He fucks my ass like a beast and then he dumps his slimy spunk in my body.
His cock did not get soft. She thought he would fuck her and she would be finished with him, but instead of pulling his prick out of her asshole he let it remain inside.
Her shitter spasmed, her asshole clamping down on his prick and he laughed when he felt it.
"Just hold on," he said. "I'm going to give it to you again. The second one is always better than the first. Now I'll fuck your brains out."
His cock began sliding in and out of her ass again and she thought she would die right then.
This time he fucked her without mercy, his prick pounding her guts, his balls slapping against her cunt with each powerful stroke.
He came again, his throat making a croaking sound as once more he dumped a load of jism inside her ass.
She farted when he finally pulled his prick out of her asshole. She fell to the mattress filled with shame and disgust, hiding her face to avoid looking at him.
He laughed at her. He put his clothes on and walked out of the room. He left her lying there on the mattress with his jism oozing out of her gaping shithole.