Chapter 8
Nearly a week passed. Emily still hoped her misery would somehow end, but she was beginning to believe the chances were growing slimmer. The Ambersons seemed confident no one would come looking for her. For Emily, each new day became the beginning of another nightmare of sexual degradation.
Then one afternoon a man drove up to the house in a large black car.
Emily was locked in her room and she saw him through the window. She was filled with excitement. She thought surely now her torment would be ended. There had to be some way to let the man know she was being held captive by the Amber sons.
But the door of her room was locked from the outside, and she was helpless.
She heard the man enter the house. She heard them talking downstairs in the living room, something about money and a bank in town.
Then after five or ten minutes, Beth came upstairs and entered Emily's room.
Beth smiled at Emily as she pushed the ball-gag into Emily's open mouth. "Don't try anything funny," Beth said. "Julia wants you downstairs to meet Mr. Caldwell."
Emily was shocked. How could she possibly meet a stranger dressed as she was? She wore the leather corset, she had her hands lashed behind her back, and she had a gag in her mouth. Her tits and pussy and ass were completely naked. Beth had brought a pair of high-heeled sandals with her and she made Emily put them on. They weren't as bad as the five-inch heels they made her wear sometimes, but they were bad enough. Emily was distraught. The idea of appearing before a complete stranger half naked like this made her shudder.
You're an idiot, she thought. After all that had happened to her, how could she possibly still have any modesty left?
Besides, it was better to meet this Mr. Caldwell face to face and let him see how they were treating her. That was better than remaining in the room and having him leave unaware of her plight.
And so finally Emily left her room with Beth and they walked down the stairs to the living room.
The man who sat there with Julia and Abner and Calvin was dressed in a business suit and he looked prosperous. Emily learned later his name was Henry Caldwell and he was a banker, an officer in the bank that held the mortgage on the Amberson house.
But at the moment Caldwell obviously had no interest in mortgages. His eyes glittered as he gazed at Emily. A smile came to the corners of his thin lips and he said, "Well, well, look at this."
Emily's heart filled with despair. Instead of being shocked at her condition, Caldwell seemed delighted.
"She's not completely tame," Julia said, "but she's coming along. Come over here, honey. Let Mr. Caldwell get a good look at you."
Quivering with embarrassment and fear, Emily moved across the room to stand close to where Julia and Caldwell were seated on the sofa.
Julia motioned with her hand, instructing Emily to turn around. Emily knew her situation was hopeless. She turned slowly, exhibiting her body, showing Caldwell her ass and then once again her pussy and tits.
"What do you think?" Julia said.
"She's a knockout," Caldwell said with a smile.
"Damn fine pussy," Abner said. Julia gave Abner a stern look and Abner shut up.
Caldwell looked at Julia. "I'd like to see her with a shaved pussy. Can you do that now?"
Julia nodded. "Of course." She turned to Beth. "Take her to the bathroom down the hall. There's a razor in the cabinet."
Emily moved in a daze as Beth took hold of the chain-leash and led her out of the room.
Dear God, Emily thought, there's no hope for me.
Moments later, in the bathroom, Beth had Emily's crotch lathered up and the razor sliding over Emily's cunt mound and along her cuntlips.
"Oh, look how cute it is," Beth said with a giggle. "Your pussy looks much better bald, honey, it really does. I bet old Caldwell will cream his shorts when he sees this."
Emily looked down at her crotch. Her cunt was hairless now. She'd never seen herself like this and it looked totally stranger to her. She could see her pink inner cuntlips protruding between the fat outer lips like the petals of a flower.
Beth giggled again, patted some talcum powder on Emily's cunt mound and then ran her fingertip up and down the slit of Emily's pussy.
Emily closed her eyes and shuddered as Beth's finger wormed its way inside her cunthole.
"You're a naughty girl," Beth said with a snicker. "All juiced up in there, aren't you?"
Emily was finally led out of the bathroom and back to the living room.
Caldwell looked pleased when he saw her shaved pussy. "Much better," he said.
Julia smiled. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes, indeed. You get the extension, all right. I'd like some time alone with her now. A bedroom somewhere?"
"You can use my room," Julia replied with a chuckle.
Caldwell rose to his feet, patted Emily's cheek and ran his fingers over the ball-gag protruding from her mouth. "We'll have a lovely time," he said. "We certainly will."
A soft giggle came out of his throat as he lifted the chain-leash and tugged at it.
Julia escorted Caldwell and Emily out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom.
When they were inside the bedroom, Julia left them and closed the bedroom door.
Caldwell smiled at Emily and walked around her to inspect her body.
He pinched her ass and chuckled when she squirmed.
He looked carefully at the clips attached to her nipples. Then a moment later she rolled her eyes in a silent scream as his fingers pulled at the clips and tore her nipple-flesh.
"Oh, that's wonderful," he said. "My wife is going to love you. And look at the clips down here on these lovely little cuntlips. Does it hurt here too?"
He tugged at the clips attached to her cuntlips and laughed at the way she squirmed. He ran his finger up and down her cunt slit and laughed again when he discovered how wet she was.
"On the bed, doll," he said. "I'll suck some of that cream out of you." He made her lie on the bed on her back with her knees pulled up to her tits.
Crouching between her thighs, he immediately plastered his mouth over her cunt and began sucking the hot juice out of her gash.
She twisted and squirmed, but he held her body fast with his hands.
She still had her hands lashed behind her back and it was painful to lie on her wrists like that.
But of course Caldwell didn't care about her discomfort. It was silly of her to expect he would care. He seemed interested in nothing except sucking her cunt dry.
It's better than being whipped, she thought. His mouth and tongue were beginning to feel good. It was awful to be at his mercy like this, but she couldn't deny how pleasant it was to have his hungry mouth sucking at her cunt.
Was she becoming like the rest of them, an animal steeped in sin?
But she was a captive. She couldn't be blamed for wanting some relief from her torment. It wasn't her fault that Caldwell's mouth felt good on her pussy.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her cunt and smiled down at her, she blushed when she saw her cunt juice glistening on his face.
"That's a hot little pussy," he said. "You're turned on, aren't you, sweetie? You're gushing like a waterfall."
Emily wanted to scream at him. She wanted to deny her arousal, deny she was turned on. She wanted to beg him to free her from her bondage to the Ambersons. But she could say nothing because of the ball-gag and there was no way to get rid of it.
Then the opportunity came. Caldwell made her sit up on the edge of the bed and he suddenly removed the ball-gag from her mouth.
"Please," she said with a gasp, "please help me!"
"Help you?"
"I'm a prisoner here. Please help me get away from them. They're horrible!" He laughed. "Oh, dear me." "I beg you!"
"I don't know what I can do."
"You can help me escape."
"Well, I'll think about it," he said with a smirk. "How much I think about it depends on how clever you are. Are you clever?"
She knew what he meant. She wanted to cry. "I don't know," she said.
"Well, we'll find out, won't we? Let's see what you can do with this."
She sat on the edge of the bed motionless in front of him as he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants.
He pulled his foreskin back to expose the red knob of his prick. "Suck it, sweetie."
She had to do it. She knew she would have no chance to get his help unless she did what he wanted.
His cockhead was already dripping juice out of the slit of his pisshole. His red cockhead looked like a fat juicy plum waiting to be sucked.
She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take his throbbing prick between her lips.
Caldwell sighed with satisfaction as he buried his cock in the hot cavern of her mouth.
His hands found her tits, then the clips attached to her nipples. He tugged at the clips and laughed when she sucked harder in response.
She thought he wanted to come in her mouth, but after a while he pushed her face away from his cock and told her to lie back on the bed.
She watched him as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles.
His cock glistened with her saliva. He had large balls, a pair of heavy nuts hanging low in their leathery sac. His cock and balls were surrounded by a thick growth of dark curly hair.
Lying on her back, she groaned as he c between her legs and raised them and dra them over his shoulders.
A moment later she felt his thick cock sliding into her wet cunt and she groaned again when his hairy balls slapped against her ass.
He began fucking her, slowly at first, and then the rhythm increased, and he was soon fucking her with powerful strokes.
Her tits wobbled like two balloons as he pounded his cock in and out of her shaved pussy.
He kept his eyes glued on her bald cunt, on the juice-drenched shaft of his cock as it slid like a piston in her slimy cunt.
Was he enjoying himself enough to help her escape?
She closed her eyes and shuddered as he started coming. She could picture his cockhead gushing and spurting his jism inside her pussy.
He continued fucking her until his balls were drained, and then he pulled his cock out of her cunt and smiled at her. "Clean it, sweetie. Use your mouth."
With a groan she sat up and took his cock in her mouth again. She could taste his jism and her cuntjuice as she worked her lips up and down the shaft of his soft prick.
Suddenly his cock was spurting again. But not jism. He held her head with both hands and chuckled as he filled her mouth with his hot piss.
"Go on," he said, "drink it, sweetie. Drink it all up."
She drank as much as she could, but there was too much of it coming too fast. At the end he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pissed on her face.
She sat there without moving, letting his hot piss splash over her eyes and nose and mouth, her body shaking with her sobs.
When it was all over, she looked at him and said, "Will you help me get away?"
He smiled at her. "We'll see my wife first.
We'll see what she says."