Chapter 7

"That's nice," Marvin said. "Look at that, Gordon, isn't she cute? Nice buns. You look at that ass and it gets to you, doesn't it? Oh, yeah. Walk around, honey. Wiggle your ass, show us a little bounce. I bet Helen creamed her pants putting the paddle to you."

Susan walked back and forth in front of him, blushing at the way he looked at her, at the way his eyes devoured her ass and legs and bare pussy. The heels of her shoes were so high and pointed, she had difficulty navigating over the thick rug. She hated them for degrading her like this, for making her parade like a slave in front of them. That's what she'd become-a sex-slave.

They could do anything they wanted with her. She had to clean Helen's crotch with her tongue whenever Helen used the bathroom. They were all perverted animals and she was in their power. It seemed like a century ago that she'd been leading an ordinary life with her husband. She wondered about Charlie, wondered if he was looking for her. No one would ever find her, she'd given up all hope. Her only chance was to escape but that seemed impossible. In the meantime she had to parade in front of Marvin like a toy poodle while his eyes ate up her ass and pussy. She couldn't deny that it turned her on to be looked at so hungrily, but she hated every moment of it.

Marvin finally made her stop walking. He forced her to stand in front of him with her back turned to his face. He told her to move her legs apart and bend over.

"Come on," he said, "don't be bashful, cutie. Show us your ass. Pull your buns apart and show us that little glory hole."

She did as he asked. She knew she had no choice, not if she wanted to avoid punishment. She reached behind her, pulled her ass-cheeks open to show him her ass-hole.

She heard the grunt of pleasure that came out of his throat. For a brief moment she found it thrilling. It was so lewd to expose herself to them like this. But then the moment passed and once again she was overcome with shame.

Then Marvin said, "Stick your finger in your ass, honey. Don't you ever play with it? Show me."

She wanted to crawl into a corner somewhere. Her heart pounding, she slipped her fingers into her asscrack, found her ass-hole with her forefinger and slowly pushed the finger inside her grommet.

Her bunghole was loose enough now to take her finger easily. Let him look, she thought. Maybe he'd get turned on so much he'd have a heart attack. It would serve him right. She hoped he would drop dead right there behind her. She wiggled her finger in her ass, corkscrewed it in and out to show him how easy it was to stretch her shithole.

Then she felt his hands on her ass. He pulled her finger out of her ass-hole and substituted his thumb. He rolled his thumb around inside her shitter and chuckled at the way she squirmed.

"Maybe later on I'll watch you take a shit," he said. "I like to see the turds come out of a pretty ass-hole."

After that he pulled his thumb out of her ass and made her turn around and get down on her knees to suck his cock. He held her head with both hands and showed her how he liked to have his prick pumped by her mouth. She trembled when he told her he was going to fuck her ass. He told her to get his cock good and stiff and as wet as she wanted.

"The wetter the better," he said with a snicker, "unless you want me going in dry."

When his cock was hard and throbbing, he made her stand up again and told her to bend over. This time Gordon held her, forcing her to keep her body bent at the waist, her legs apart, her creamy ass offered to Marvin.

He moved behind her, stroked her ass-cheeks, rubbed his cock up and down in her asscrack, and then suddenly the knob of his prick was pushing at her brownie and slipping inside.

It was easy. Her ass-hole opened like a little mouth and he buried the full length of his cock inside her ass. He wriggled against her, pushing his hairy balls against her hairless cunt lips.

"First class," he said. "Squeeze down, honey, let me feel your ass suck on my cock."

She did it. No matter how loose her ass-hole was, she felt as though his cock was in her throat. She clamped down on his prick, squeezing his cockshaft with the elastic muscles of her shitter. She felt completely subjugated, completely at his mercy, her ass speared by his hot cock and her pussy drooling cunt-juice with excitement. Yes, excitement. She had to admit it to herself. Not to them. She would rather die than reveal her pleasure to them.

The feel of his cock in her ass was heavenly, a total experience. She could feel the throbbing of his prick, the heat of it, every inch of its length. It was like being suspended in time in the midst of a big shit. Did he really want to watch her shit? The idea of that made her wild with lust.

Helen came in just as they finished, no more than a few seconds after Marvin dumped his load in Susan's ass. The blonde chuckled and watched her husband pull his cock out of Susan's sucking shithole.

"You've got her shit on your prick," Helen said. "Make her suck it clean."

Susan balked. She cried out she wouldn't do it. Helen slapped her face and twisted her nipples until she thought she'd faint. She finally yielded, and a moment later she was down on her knees with Marvin's shit-streaked cock in her mouth. She sucked him clean, her mind reeling at the taste of her own shit on her tongue.

Then she felt Helen's hands on her, the blonde's fingers sliding over her ass and into her asscrack. Susan gasped as Helen pushed two fingers inside her recently fucked ass-hole.

"Delicious," Helen said. "I can feel your spunk, Marvin. She's got a lovely little ass, hasn't she?"

"First class, an ass with class." He chuckled and pulled at Susan's head to get more of his prick in her mouth.

When the ordeal was over, Helen led Susan away, took her down the hall to the kitchen and made her stand with her head bowed while she told her about her duties. From now on she'd be a complete slave, always available, always ready to satisfy every whim they had.

"You'll be good at it," Helen said. "That's true, isn't it, darling?"

When Susan suddenly protested and said she hated them all and she'd rather die than be their slave, Helen swung a roundhouse blow with the flat of her hand and knocked Susan to the floor. She kicked Susan's ass, forced her to roll over on her belly and dug the pointed heels of her shoes into Susan's ass-cheeks.

"You're a silly girl, don't you know that?"

"Please stop..."

"I ought to make you bleed."

"Please..."

"Will you behave?"

"Yes, I promise."

Helen stepped back, allowed Susan to rise and smiled at her. "You're lucky you're so pretty. I don't like to break pretty things. I like pretty things to be nice to me. You know what I mean, don't you?"

Susan whimpered. "I'm not sure."

"I think my pussy's a little wet now. Would you like to lick it up?"

"Well..."

"Tell me."

"I guess I have no choice."

"That's right, you have no choice. You're a smart girl. But it's more than that, isn't it? When you had your pretty face in my ass, you liked it. I could tell. You just loved eating my ass. Would you like to do it again? Stick your tongue out, sweetie. First show it to me and then I'll let you put it in my ass."

Susan slipped her tongue out of her mouth. She was afraid to refuse Helen because the blonde had a crazy look in her eyes.

Helen smiled, lifted her dress and slipped her panties off. Then she turned her back to show Susan her broad white ass. "Now suck my ass," Helen said. "Get your mouth on it and suck, darling. Show me how talented you are."

Whimpering, Susan crawled on her knees and buried her face against Helen's bare ass-cheeks. She found the smell of Helen's ass intoxicating. The blonde used an expensive perfume and the scent was marvelous. When Helen reached back to pull her ass-cheeks open, Susan moaned and searched for the blonde's puckered ass-hole with her lips.

She sucked on the rim awhile, sometimes gently rubbing it, and then she stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed it deep inside Helen's ass-hole.

Helen chuckled. "That's where you belong, darling ... that's it, move that pretty tongue in and out ... lovely, just lovely ... can you feel it when I clamp down?. . . Tonight after dinner Marvin will put his cock in my ass and

I'll have you suck his jism out when he's finished..."

Susan's mind whirled, filled with the taste and smell of Helen's feminine ass. It was different than doing it to a man. Helen was soft and smelled delicious and it was thrilling to ream her pretty ass-hole with her tongue. A month ago the idea of doing this to another woman would have seemed crazy and impossible. But here she was doing it and unquestionably liking it. This part, anyway. She didn't like the beatings, the degradation, the pain.

Sometimes she liked the fucking, but not often. But sticking her tongue in Helen's attractive ass definitely turned her on. She couldn't explain it. All she could do was shiver with excitement at the feel of Helen's ass-hole clamping down on her exploring tongue.

After a while Helen pulled her ass away from Susan's face. She turned around and smiled down at Susan and told her she wanted to piss in Susan's mouth. The blonde chuckled when she saw the way Susan's face became pale.

"Don't be silly," Helen said. "It's important that you get used to it. Come on, now, get that lovely mouth over here."

On her knees, Susan shifted forward to get her mouth under Helen's wide open crotch.

"That's good," Helen said. "Hold it right there, darling. Keep your mouth open ... that's it ... here it comes, darling, here it comes..."

And the next moment a stream of hot piss gushed out of her pussy to fall on Susan's upturned face. Most of it went directly into Susan's open mouth, but some of it splashed on her face and she had to close her eyes to keep them dry.

Helen shuddered. She had a full bladder and it was a great relief to let herself go like this. She watched her piss stream into the brunette's open mouth, watched it splatter Susan's face and drench her cheeks and chin and run down her throat. Sliding her fingers into her gash, Helen found her clit and brought herself off as she continued pissing on Susan.

When Helen was finished with Susan, she pushed the brunette away, wiped her pussy with her panties and called Gordon. "Take the slut upstairs," Helen said.

Gordon led Susan to the upstairs bathroom and watched her while she cleaned up. He took the piss-soaked clothes from her and handed her new things to wear, a new blouse and apron and new stockings and shoes and a red lace garter belt. When Susan was dressed again, Gordon chuckled and ran his big hand over her bare ass.

"You got a great little ass," he said.

She quivered under his touch. She hated the feel of his clammy fingers but he was her only hope. Without his help she could never hope to escape from this horrible place.

"Do you really like me, Gordon?"

"Sure."

"Then why don't you fuck me? I'm dying for you to fuck me, Gordon. Let's do it here. We have time now and no one will know."

She could see the interest in his eyes, in the way he looked at her half-naked body. He hesitated a long moment and then at last he shrugged and began unbuckling his belt.

A shudder ran through her when he dropped his pants and shorts. His cock was already hard, a long thick sausage of cockmeat fearsome in its size.

"Go on, touch it," he said, pulling her hand toward his prick and forcing her fingers to curl around his cockshaft.

She fondled his cock, partly because he was forcing her to do it but partly because the warm feel of his huge cockpole brought the juices gushing out of her pussy. She could feel the wetness of her cunt, the juice dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

Gordon thought about how to do it, and then finally he sat down on the toilet seat and told her to climb onto his lap. "You ride me, baby, just like a cowgirl."

She was afraid. She was sure it would be painful to take his huge cock in her poor little pussy. She climbed onto his lap the way he wanted her to, and then she caught her breath as Gordon pushed his enormous cockhead against the mouth of her cunt.

"Please be careful, Gordon."

"It's all yours. Just sit down on it as slow as you want. Come on, we don't have all day in here. If they find out about this, I'll get my ass chewed out."

She did it. As carefully as possible, she eased her body down and her cunt swallowed first the knob of his cock and then inch after inch of his huge cockshaft. His prick had to be as thick as her wrist, but somehow she was able to take it, at least half of it anyway. She stopped at the halfway point and then very carefully took another two inches and then another inch after that.

Now she could feel his fat cockhead pushing at her insides. She had at least eight inches of hard throbbing cockmeat in her cunt and she had to stifle a groan for fear of making too much noise. One thing was certain-she'd never had so much cockmeat inside her pussy and nothing had ever felt more wonderful.

"Oh, Gordon..."

"You like it?"

"It's so big ... it's wonderful..."

"You got a nice tight cunt, real nice."

"Will you help me escape, Gordon? Maybe we can go away together."

"The hell with that, you don't escape. Come on now, fuck up and down. Move your ass and fuck."

She moved tentatively at first, but then she found the more she moved the easier it was. Her cunt was thoroughly lubricated and she discovered she had no problem rising and falling, no problem fucking her pussy up and down on his horsecock. That's it, she thought. It's like I'm fucking a horse.

She came first, groaning and making mewling noises, and then Gordon came and hosed his jism inside her spasming cunthole.

She asked him again about helping her escape and once again he refused.

An hour later, after Gordon had left her, Helen came at her spitting and slammed her into a wall.

"So you want to escape, do you? You want to leave us? You'll get it now, you little bitch! By the time I'm through with you, you'll wish you were dead."