Chapter 6

Susan was forced to suck Gordon's huge ugly cock. She could get hardly more than the knob of his prick in her mouth. The taste and smell of it was awful and his pisshole leaked a steady stream of cockjuice on her tongue. Helen insisted Susan get more of his cock in her mouth and Susan had to stretch her jaws wide open. Even so, it was not possible for her to take more than half of his cock without gagging.

The monstrous knob of his prick blocked her throat and made it impossible to breathe. She thought she would suffocate. She thought they wanted to kill her like that, choke her with Gordon's huge cock. But Helen pulled her back before she fainted, allowed her to keep no more than a third of his cock in her mouth and ordered her to use her hand to bring him off.

Susan trembled at the feel of his massive cockshaft in her hand, at the power and size of it. She could not close her fingers on it. It was like having her fist around a solid iron pipe, except this pipe was hot and throbbing flesh, the skin silky to the touch but the muscle underneath brutally strong.

She did not know what to do, whether to postpone the horror of taking his slime down her throat or prolong the agony of having his gigantic cock painfully stretching her jaw muscles.

She decided to finish him off as quickly as possible. She remembered Helen's order to be quick about it. She began jacking her fist up and down the huge column of his cockshaft, hoping it wouldn't be long. She hadn't seen his balls yet, they were still inside his pants, but she knew they had to be huge, like a pair of lemons and filled to bursting with his slimy spunk.

And then he was coming. It happened so soon she was caught by surprise. Gordon clamped his huge hands around her head and held her in place. A torrent of jism spewed out of his cock, foamed out of the wide slit in his cockhead to drench her teeth and tongue and boil down her throat.

She swallowed convulsively, gulping down wad after wad of his slimy spunk and shuddering at the feel of it sliding down her throat.

When the ordeal was finally over, his fat prick slipped out of her mouth and hung there like a horse's cock, reddish-purple and dripping and still twitching. Even as she watched, a final glob of jism oozed out of his pisshole and dropped to the floor.

"Pretty," Helen said, patting Susan's head. "Don't you think so?"

"It's horrible!"

"Oh, you'll change your mind about that."

"Please let me bathe. I'm filthy. You must let me get clean." And she began sobbing, her body shaking, her lips still glistening with Gordon's spunk.

Helen finally agreed she could clean up. She would be in Gordon's care. If she misbehaved it was Gordon's job to beat her, to teach her the rules.

Susan wondered if Gordon was free to force himself on her sexually. She was frightened at the prospect of being raped by Gordon. She was certain his huge cock would damage her insides.

She just had to escape, she had to find a way. Her instinct for survival was still strong and she told herself she had to find the strength and cunning to escape from this horror that her life had become.

Gordon led her away, through the door and down the hall to a large bathroom.

He fondled her ass, pinching her ass-cheeks and running his thick fingers inside her asscrack. Her body jerked each time he touched her ass-hole and the way she jumped made him chuckle.

"Mrs. Lewis sure knows how to pick them," he said. "You're a dish. You like it in the ass?" "You're a beast!"

Then he closed the bathroom door and helped her get naked. She groaned with relief when he removed the clips from her nipples.

He fingered her cunt. She stood there helplessly and let him have his way. He was nothing more than a servant in the house, but she was lower than that. She was a slave and he had certain rights over her. She wondered if he was allowed to fuck her as long as she behaved herself. Maybe Helen wouldn't like that. It was one thing to suck him off, but having that huge cock in her pussy was something else. Maybe Helen wanted her pussy protected and saved for Marvin. Gordon could hurt her.

Finally she was in the shower, the hot water cascading over her body. She soaped herself thoroughly, savored the pleasure of the shower. How lovely it was to be clean again! Would her ordeal ever be over? Once again she thought about the possibility of escape. The problem was she couldn't do it alone. She needed help. But who would help her? Gordon? She thought about Gordon and wondered if somehow she could make him feel sorry for her and get him to help her escape.

He was still there, still in the bathroom. Sliding the shower door to the side, she looked at him and smiled. "Why don't you join me, Gordon? Wouldn't you like that?"

His bald head gleamed under the bright light in the ceiling. "You need some help?"

"I wouldn't mind."

He grinned and showed his yellow teeth and began stripping his clothes off. She watched him, watched his massive body appear, then he was naked and she gazed in awe at his cock and balls.

His cock looked even bigger now that he was naked, and his balls were huge, his ball-bag leathery and covered with hair and almost the size of a grapefruit. She could make out each of his nuts and it was true they were the size of lemons. She remembered the feel of his massive cock in her mouth and she quivered.

He stepped into the shower, rubbing his chest as the hot water splashed on his skull and flowed down over his huge body.

His eyes narrowed when he saw the way she looked at him. "You want to play with my cock, you go ahead."

She blushed. "I'll put soap on your back."

He chuckled and turned around. She gazed a moment at his massive heavily muscled back, at his firm ass and huge thighs. Then she began soaping him, running the soap slowly over his shoulder blades and spine and down to his waist.

She skipped his ass, went down to his thighs and legs and feet and then she worked her way up again.

Finally, aware of the pounding of her heart, she put her hands on his ass and began lathering his ass-cheeks.

She was excited, she couldn't deny it. The feel of his muscles under her fingertips turned her on. It was awful. She didn't want to be turned on, not like this, not by one of her captors. But she couldn't help it.

He turned around then, and she bit her lip when she saw his cock was rising. His huge prick was getting hard. The feel of her hands on his body had aroused him.

He grunted. "Go on, soap my cock."

She was unable to resist the urge to touch him, the urge to hold that fat prick in her hands and feel its weight and the weight of his balls.

He made a gruff sound of pleasure when she put her hands on him. He looked down and watched her, watched her fingers stroking and measuring and fondling his now fully erect cock.

When she spoke, her voice was throaty. "How big is it, Gordon?"

"Almost eleven inches."

"Oh, God."

"You like big cocks?"

"It's huge. It's enough to make a woman afraid. Are women afraid of it?"

"Sometimes."

Her instinct told her that if she wanted him on her side she had to let him think she wasn't afraid of his cock. She held his huge balls in one hand and carefully stroked his cock with the other hand.

"I'm not afraid of it, Gordon. I think it's a beautiful cock, really beautiful."

"You think so?"

"Yes, I do. I love the knob. I'm glad you're circumcised. I like cocks that are circumcised. The knob is so beautiful ... it's like a juicy plum ... I had so much trouble getting you in my mouth before, but I did it, didn't I?. . . such a huge fat cock ... and these are the biggest balls I've ever seen ... I bet they weigh a pound apiece ... I can feel your nuts are swollen ... Would you like to come, Gordon?. . . Put your hands on my tits while I jerk you off ... like that ... oh, yes, that's nice ... am I doing it right?. . . God, what a cannon!. . . "

He groaned and hunched his ass and suddenly the jism jetted out of his cock to strike the wall a yard away.

She continued pumping his big cock, amazed at how much spunk he had. She'd swallowed his huge load just a short while ago, and now here he was coming again like a teenager. He certainly was no teenager. He was a grown man with the biggest pair of nuts and the hugest cock she could ever imagine on a man. She remembered the way his fat cockhead had stretched her mouth when she sucked him off and she had a small orgasm now as she watched the last dregs of his load come out of his pisshole in tiny spurts.

She washed her hands under the shower. They laughed together as Gordon soaped his prick once more to get it clean. Even when it was soft, his cock looked huge. It hung down a good five inches, a fat sausage hanging limp over his big balls.

She still wasn't sure he would be on her side when the time came to ask him for help. He didn't talk much. Whatever he had in his mind he kept to himself and her attempts to sound him out proved fruitless.

When they were finished in the bathroom, he put his clothes on and led her down the hall to a small room. "This is yours," he said. "You stay in here now and don't try anything stupid."

"Please don't leave me, Gordon."

"I got work to do."

He locked her inside the room.

There was a window, but it had bars on it.

When she looked outside she could see nothing but a wide expanse of ground and then in the distance a small lake. She had no idea where she was. For all she knew, she was a thousand miles from home. But of course it couldn't be that far, they hadn't driven that long in the car.

The room had some furniture, but it wasn't much. A bed, a bureau and two chairs, nothing imagine. A small mirror hung on the wall above the bureau and when she looked in it she saw how awful her face looked. She had no makeup on, not even a touch of lipstick. She felt so vulnerable without make-up, without a stitch of clothing, nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. They weren't her shoes, they were Rita's, and the four-inch heels were too high and she wished she had her own clothes to wear, or at least something.

It was good not to have the nipple clips and the cuffs and the slave collar around her neck, but it was awful to be so naked. She tilted the mirror to look at her tits, held her tits in her hands and gently ran her fingertips over her nipples. Poor little things. She'd worn the clips so long, it felt strange to be without them.

Then suddenly a key turned in the lock and the door opened. Gordon was back. He had some boxes under his arm, and when he closed the door behind him and put the boxes on the bed, he said, "Mrs. Lewis says you should put this stuff on."

She hurriedly opened the boxes, hoping to find at least a dress, something to cover her nakedness, but the things he'd brought weren't designed to cover anything except maybe her tits. There was a black blouse and a sort of tiny white apron to go over that, but the skirt was missing. The stockings were nice, black and very sheer, and the black lace garter belt had tiny red ribbons all over it and was cute. But that's all there was, not even a pair of panties. When she complained to Gordon, he shrugged and reminded her it was better than being trussed up with clips on her tits.

"Hurry up and get dressed," he said. "They want you downstairs."

She put on what she had. Gordon was right. It was better than nothing, better than what they'd made her wear at the other place. She guessed that if she didn't behave they'd put the collar and the clips on her again, or maybe something worse. Helen looked like she could be mean when she wanted to. It was best to keep them all satisfied awhile, at least until she had a chance to escape.

Gordon liked the way she looked. He made her turn around like a model and she found herself blushing at the way he looked at her hairless pussy when she lifted the tiny apron.

Then she remembered how important Gordon might be to her plans and she smiled coyly at him and asked him if he liked it when a pussy was bald like hers.

"It's pretty," he said.

"Would you like to fuck me, Gordon?"

"I can't do that unless Mrs. Lewis tells me to."

"Mmmmmm, it turns me on just to think about it. I'd love having that big cock stretching my poor little pussy. Here, Gordon, look at me, look at my pussy ... I'll just open it with my fingers ... here it is ... see how wet I am?. . . I'm all hot and juicy now ... I'll start dripping in a moment ... does it turn you on?. . . can you see my little clitty?"

His face was flushed, his breathing ragged. She thought she had him. She was about to ask him to help her escape when he got hold of himself, wriggled his big shoulders as if to dispel a blanket over his head.

"Come on, let's go downstairs," he said. "I don't want any trouble with Mrs. Lewis."

"But I'm so hot, Gordon. Can't we do something? You don't have to fuck me, I don't want you to get in any trouble. Do you want me to jerk you off again?"

"I'll suck your pussy."

She was taken aback. She hadn't thought of that. All she wanted to do was tease him, get him hungry for her so she could get his cooperation. Now he was offering to suck her off and she was afraid to refuse him.

The idea of having his slobbering mouth on her cunt revolted her, but she kept looking at his face and thinking about it and the revulsion didn't last.

"All right," she said, "if you want to suck my pussy, let's do it."

She stretched out on her back on the bed and lifted her knees. She wore no panties, nothing but the garter belt and stockings below her waist, and when she opened her thighs the bald lips of her pussy pulled apart to reveal the pink meat of her cunt.

Gordon stared at it, but not for long. He made a sound like a growl, draped her legs over his shoulders and swooped down to suck her pussy. .

It was more than she expected. She thought he'd suck her awhile and then she'd fake a climax and they'd be finished.

But then the feel of his thick warm tongue got to her. He licked her cunt with broad strokes, his tongue flat and stiff, and each time he touched her clit a shudder went through her body.

And there was more. Lifting her ass in his big hands, he licked around the mouth of her cunthole and then pushed his tongue deep inside.

His big fat tongue felt almost like a cock, and she quivered and moaned as he stroked in and out as though he were fucking her.

Finally he pulled his tongue out of her cunt. She thought he was finished, but he wasn't. He moved his tongue lower down and she gasped as he began lapping the puckered ring of her ass-hole.

Then abruptly his long thick tongue pushed forward and slithered inside her ass-hole.

A rattling sound of pleasure came out of her throat. Her eyes tightly closed, she rocked her ass-hole on his tongue and came. Nothing touched her clit but she came anyway. It was marvelous. The spasms ripped through her pussy one after the other and when he finally pulled his tongue out of her ass she was exhausted.

"Okay," he said, "now we better go downstairs."