Chapter 5

Their names were Helen and Marvin Lewis and Susan could see right off by the way they looked at her that they meant trouble.

Rita brought her down wearing the ball-gag and a long robe covering her body.

Under the robe Susan had her wrists manacled behind her back and her nipples attached by clips and thin chains to a leather garter belt. She wore the slave-collar and Rita had hold of the chain attached to that.

Helen Lewis chuckled. "That ball in her mouth looks terribly uncomfortable. Can she breathe at all?"

"She does fine," Rita said, smiling at Susan as though she were a pet poodle. "She's used to it now. That and some other things."

"Well, let me see what she looks like without it. I can't tell anything this way, not about her face. If her face isn't pretty, I don't want her."

Rita pulled the ball-gag out of Susan's mouth, "how's this? Pretty enough?"

Helen Lewis nodded. "Oh, yes. She's much more than I expected. I like the mouth. It's so important they have an attractive mouth. It keeps it interesting, doesn't it? Do we get to see the rest of her?"

"That's right," her husband said. "Let's have a look at the rest of her."

Rita smiled, unbuttoned the robe and pulled it away to completely uncover Susan.

Both Helen and Marvin Lewis caught their breath and murmured their approval.

Except for the black leather garter belt and black nylons and high heeled pumps, Susan was completely naked.

"How adorable," Helen said. "I love what you've done to her nipples. And her pussy is so pretty. Don't you think so, Marvin?"

"Nice," Marvin said, his eyes raking over Susan. "I like her."

Helen rose up and moved forward. She walked around Susan, looked her up and down. "Put the gag in her mouth again," Helen said.

Rita did so before Susan had a chance to protest. Now she had no more opportunity to say anything, to tell them how much she hated them.

But what difference does it make? Susan thought. She wouldn't say anything anyway. She was too afraid of them to say anything. She did not want to be whipped.

Now Helen ran her hands over Susan's body. Her fingers traced the contours of Susan's tits and then suddenly she tugged at the clips attached to Susan's nipples and Susan rolled her eyes in pain.

"I can tell she's inexperienced," Helen said with a chuckle. "She's very sensitive. What do you use on her? A whip?"

"That's right."

"How often?"

"Well, we haven't had her too long, but she's been getting it once or twice a day." "She needs more, at least at the beginning.

I don't use a whip, I use a paddle, and let m tell you it's much more effective. She has a lovely ass."

"Her ass-hole has been stretched."

Helen smiled. "That's good. Did you hear that, Marvin?"

"I heard," Marvin said. "As far as I'm concerned, it's a deal."

"He's always so hasty," Helen said.

She slid a hand over Susan's ass, fondled her ass-cheeks and then dipped her fingers inside Susan's asscrack. A shudder ran through Susan as one of Helen's fingers pushed inside her ass-hole. Helen watched Susan's eyes and then chuckled.

"Lovely little ass-hole. Sometimes I envy the men."

"I know what you mean," Rita said.

"Have her bend over, will you?"

Rita gave the order and Susan had to comply. Helen pulled Susan's ass-cheeks apart to inspect her ass-hole. "Lovely," Helen said, and the next moment she had her fingers in Susan's asscrack and her thumb sliding inside Susan's shitter. "She certainly is stretched, I can feel it." Keeping her thumb inside Susan's ass, Helen pushed two fingers inside Susan's cunthole and began fucking her fingers in and out of both holes at the same time. "I want her to come."

The blonde's fingers worked like magic, and before long Susan quivered and groaned and came on Helen's hand. "That's nice," Helen chuckled, "that's quick and easy. She's a hot little pussycat."

"Your husband can fuck her if he wants."

"No, there'll be plenty of time for that. But she'd better suck off Marvin before we leave. I don't want him driving with his mind on his prick, it just isn't safe."

In a moment Susan found herself on her knees before Marvin. Rita had already pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and pinched her ass to let her know she'd better do a good job of sucking.

Marvin grinned and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. His prick was only half-hard, his cockhead still covered. He smiled down at her as he skinned his cock.

"Take it in deep," he said. "Let me feel it in your throat."

Rita pushed Susan's head forward and abruptly her mouth was filled with Marvin's thickening cock.

She did what he wanted. She gobbled his prick until she had his cockhead in her throat. Then she clamped her throat muscles and squeezed his knob. His cock wasn't that big, not more than average, and she was grateful for that.

But even so, as it grew bigger it was more than she could handle, not with his prick half way down her throat She had to pull back in order to breathe. She let his cock slide out of her mouth until she had no more than his cockhead behind her teeth, and then she started sucking, bobbing her head with short strokes, making sure to rub her lips and tongue on the flared rim of his knob.

Marvin was pleased. "She knows what she's doing," he said, leaning back and closing his eyes to savor the feel of her mouth on his cock.

Helen leaned over with a smile and patted Susan's head. "Pull the load out of his balls, darling. "Let's not take all day."

Susan was as anxious as any of them to get it over with. She hated the idea of taking his slimy spunk in her mouth, but there was nothing she could do about it. She sucked hard, working her mouth back and forth over his bloated cockhead, and before long she had him grunting and groaning as his jism spurted over her tongue.

She swallowed what he gave her, instinctively sucking at his pisshole and clamping her lips to squeeze out as much as she could.

It's crazy, she thought. She hated the taste of the stuff, but her mouth always acted as if it had a mind of its own.

They took her away after that. They put the ball-gag back in her mouth and wrapped her in a raincoat and trussed her up in the back of a station wagon.

She was thankful she had a blanket to lie on a they bounced over back roads to God knew where. After nearly an hour of driving, Helen and Marvin dragged her into the front entrance of a big house and for the first time Susan had a look at her new home.

"Welcome!" Helen smiled. Then she turned Susan to face a tall brutish-looking man with a bald head. "This is Gordon," Helen said to Susan. "Whenever you're a bad little girl, Gordon gets to hurt you. Is that understood?"

Susan quivered and nodded and thought she'd faint.

"Take her to the playroom," Helen said. "I'll be there in a minute."

Gordon closed his huge hand around Susan's arm and led her away.

They walked up a flight of wide stairs and then into a large room. In the center of the room was a leather horse and on one wall there was an assortment of pulleys and iron rings. The opposite wall was almost completely covered by a floor-to-ceiling mirror. The wall at the far end of the room contained two windows now covered by heavy velvety drapes.

Susan still had the ball-gag in her mouth and she was unable to talk to Gordon. All she could do was look at him and shudder as she remembered what Helen had said about her being a bad girl.

Gordon saw the look in Susan's eyes. He pulled his lips back in a yellow-toothed grin but he said nothing.

When Helen finally entered the room, Susan was shocked at the way the blonde was dressed. Helen wore a black leather waist-cincher that left her big rose-nippled tits free and hanging. Her nipples were huge, like two thumbs, and because of the way her tits hung down they almost pointed at the floor. Her pussy was bare, her thick blonde cunt-bush completely exposed. She wore no stockings, nothing but knee-high leather boots with stiletto heels. In one hand she carried a large black paddle and in the other hand a jar of baby oil.

"Get her raincoat off and get her on the horse," Helen said to Gordon.

Helpless, Susan remained motionless as Gordon slipped the raincoat off her body, and then she allowed him to lead her to the horse in the center of the room.

Gordon forced her to bend over the horse on her belly, and then he quickly unchained her wrists from behind her back and brought them around in front to be attached to her ankles.

She was now stretched over the horse with her ass in the air, totally at their mercy.

"What do you think of her?" Helen said.

Gordon grunted. "She's very pretty, Mrs. Lewis."

"She certainly is, much prettier than the last one we had. She still needs some training, but we'll give her that. Oh, yes, indeed."

And the next moment Helen suddenly whacked the paddle across Susan's lush ass.

Susan had no way to scream because of the gag in her mouth, but a gurgling sound came out of her throat and she squirmed her body on the leather horse.

Helen began to beat her with the paddle, and

Susan quickly learned it was worse than a whip. Each time the paddle came down it slapped a large area of tender ass-flesh and the burning pain was awful.

Helen paddled both ass-cheeks until Susan was on the point of passing out, and then the blonde cleverly stopped.

She came around in front and pulled the gag out of Susan's mouth. "Do you get the idea, darling? You do exactly as you're told in this house, do you understand that?"

Susan gasped and nodded and said she understood. Then she began crying. Helen didn't like that at all and she said so. She warned Susan that if she continued crying she'd get the paddle again and Susan quickly stopped her sobbing.

Helen signaled to Grodon then, told him to get Susan off the horse and manacle her wrists again. Susan had to stand still while Helen rubbed baby oil over her ass. The oil eased the pain some, but then Helen's fingers were in her asscrack and Susan shivered each time the blonde touched her ass-hole.

Helen laughed. "Sensitive there, aren't you, darling? Come with me now. I have a treat for you."

Puzzled, Susan followed Helen to a door at the far end of the room.

The door turned out to be the door to a small bathroom, and once they were inside Helen closed the door behind them and ordered Susan to sit on the floor with her back against the wall.

Susan did so. The tile floor was cold against her naked ass and she squirmed around until she found a position she could tolerate.

Helen was amused at Susan's discomfort. "You're to be paddled at least once a day. You'll get used to it in time and after a while you may even like it."

Susan couldn't believe that. Her ass still burned from the paddling, her flesh still felt hot and tender.

Then Helen lifted the toilet seat and settled down on the toilet.

Their eyes met as Helen peed in the bowl and Helen smiled. "Rita told me all about those lovely things she did with you. She's a nasty one, isn't she? Did she really piss in your mouth? Did she?" And extending her hand, Helen playfully pinched Susan's cheeks. "Tell me, darling, did she piss in your mouth?"

Susan blushed and nodded and Helen seemed delighted. "My tastes are a little different and require more attention on your part."

Helen was shitting now. Susan couldn't believe it at first, couldn't believe the blonde would have the gall to do that in front of her, but the sound in the toilet bowl was unmistakable. Helen chuckled when she saw the shock in Susan's eyes.

"Don't be so prudish, dearie, it won't help you in your work. You get to clean the stable, you know."

Susan had no idea what Helen was talking about, but she quickly learned.

After Helen finished her business on the toilet, she flushed it and rose up. Leaning over, she pulled the gag out of Susan's mouth and said, "I want you to clean my ass, sweetie. Not a peep out of you, not a sound, not a word. Just lay some tongue in there and get it clean. You do it right or I'll take you out on the horse again and this time I'll have Gordon make you bleed."

Susan could not believe it, refused to believe what was happening to her. But the next moment Helen turned her back to Susan, bent over and shifted backward until her big white ass was pressed against Susan's face.

There was no way Susan could refuse. The threat of having her ass paddled by Gordon was enough to make her do Helen's bidding.

It was awful. She had her nose almost against Helen's ass-hole at first and she had to quickly move her face to avoid the contact. Then Helen squirmed her ass and this time it was Susan's mouth that pressed against the blonde's shit-streaked bunghole.

Susan knew she had no choice. She began licking. She understood that the more saliva she used the less taste of Helen there would be, and soon she had the blonde's asscrack dripping with her spit.

Helen cooed like a pigeon, told Susan she was more talented than she expected, instructed Susan how to use her tongue to ream her ass-hole.

Then, when her ass was clean, Helen turned around and had Susan work on her cunt to get that clean also. Susan had to lick the blonde's cunt-bush and gash until Helen was satisfied that all traces of piss were gone. The licking, of course, turned Helen on and her clit came out. Susan had to lick and suck Helen's fat clit until the blonde shuddered and came on Susan's upturned face. At the end a gush of hot piss came out of Helen's twat and she laughed and told Susan she had to start the cleaning process all over again.

"You'll get used to it," Helen said. "Whenever I use the John, I want you right there with me. You're my little assistant, darling. Isn't that nice?"

When they finally came out of the bathroom, Susan avoided Gordon's eyes. Did he suspect what Helen had made her do? Maybe she did, but she couldn't tell anything from his face. She still had the awful taste of Helen's piss in her mouth and it made her tremble with despair.

Then Susan heard Helen chuckle. "Oh, look, Gordon has something for you," Helen said.

Susan looked at Gordon but his hands were empty. Then she saw the bulge in his pants. He had a stiff cock, and from the way it tented his pants she guessed his prick was huge.

Helen nodded at Gordon and Gordon grinned and unzipped his fly.

Susan shuddered as she watched him haul out the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Ten or eleven inches of solid throbbing cockmeat quivered in front of Susan's eyes.

Helen pinched Susan's ass. "Suck him off, darling. And you'd better be quick about it before I let him shove that monster up your cute little ass."