Chapter 12
"You're a fool," Clarissa said. Anne had tried to escape but she'd been caught. She now stood naked before Clarissa with her wrists and ankles in chains. Vernon had already beat her and now it was her aunt's turn to abuse her.
"I hate you!" Anne whimpered. Clarissa laughed and slapped her face. The older woman's fingers left red welts on Anne's ivory skin.
"It's true I gave you Susan," Clarissa said. "But you still belong to this house, you're still a slave and it's really silly of you to forget it."
Using both hands, Clarissa took hold of Anne's nipples and twisted the sensitive buds until Anne screamed.
After that Clarissa seated herself in an easy chair and forced Anne to kneel at her feet.
Clarissa pulled her skirt up to her waist and raised her legs. She wore nothing except a garter belt to hold her stockings up. Waves of heat emanated from her gaping hairy cunt. Clarissa smiled venomously at Anne and said, "Rim me, you little bitch."
Anne crawled forward to do her aunt's bidding. There was no way she could resist. She felt miserable. If only her planned escape had worked! Now she was back where she started, a slave to the Blakes, tortured and degraded every day of the week.
Clarissa had to pull her knees back to her tits and slide her ass forward to make her asshole available, but soon it was done and Anne found herself once again facing her aunt's raunchy crotch.
Clarissa's loose-lipped bunghole gaped like a beckoning mouth. Anne leaned forward and lapped her tongue over it, back and forth over the rim of Clarissa's asshole.
The older woman gurgled with pleasure and fondled her niece's ears.
Anne licked Clarissa's asshole until it was thoroughly wet with her saliva. Then she pressed her lips against the dark hole. She nibbled at it as she rubbed her mouth over it. Clarissa grunted and pushed her asshole out. She knew what was coming. She grunted again, louder this time, when Anne's soft wet tongue slid inside her twitching brownie.
"Lovely," Clarissa said. "Now keep your tongue in there and get your nose in my cunthole. That's the girl. Oh, yes, indeed."
Gazing down at Anne's face pressed into her crotch, Clarissa used her fingers to push her clit against the bridge of Anne's nose.
Clarissa purred with delight. She had Anne's nose stretching her cunthole and Anne's tongue reaming her asshole. The dual stimulation of both holes was marvelous.
Anne's mind was filled with the taste and smell and feel of her aunt's steaming crotch. The cunt-aroma of Clarissa's pussy was overpowering. The taste of Clarissa's ass was heady.
I like it, Anne thought. She had to admit that she liked it. She liked having her face buried in a crotch like this. What she liked most was that she was forced to do it. She was discovering things about herself. She was learning that she enjoyed it when they mistreated her.
Anne sucked on Clarissa's bung while Clarissa rubbed her clit against Anne's nose. It wasn't long before Clarissa came. Globs of thick cuntjuice poured out of her cunthole to fill Anne's nostrils. Anne finally had to pull her nose out of her aunt's cunt because she couldn't breathe.
Clarissa giggled and pulled Anne's face into her crotch again. This time Clarissa positioned Anne's mouth against the upper part of her cunt and began pissing.
Anne could do nothing. Chained as she was and with her ears held tightly by her aunt, she was forced to accept Clarissa's stream of hot piss filling her mouth and flowing down her throat.
Afterward, when Clarissa finally pushed her face away from her crotch, Anne thought that would be the end of her punishment. She was mistaken. Clarissa now called Susan into the room. She handed Susan a whip and told the girl to whip Anne without mercy. "If you don't make her scream, you'll be next," Clarissa said.
After all the abuse she had suffered at the hands of Anne, Susan was happy to have this opportunity to get even.
Anne cringed on the floor at Susan's feet. A moment later the whip lashed against her ass and she screamed. Oh, dear God, she thought. Now it was Susan who was beating her. Would there be no end to her misery?
Susan continued whipping Anne until her body was covered with red stripes. Then she concentrated on Anne's ass and thighs until Anne's tender flesh split and began bleeding. The sight of Anne's blood seemed to bring a new fervor to Susan. Her eyes gleaming, she slashed the whip again and again across Anne's helpless body.
Anne finally passed out. She had no idea how long she was unconscious. When she opened her eyes again, the whipping was resumed. She felt no pain now. Instead her body tingled with a strange warmth. She was shocked as she realized it was pleasant. She found the whipping pleasurable! The tingling increased, and soon she was shuddering and moaning with delight. Then suddenly she came, a powerful orgasm that wrenched through her cunt and sent waves of hot plea- sure washing over her belly and tits. Her pussy felt as though it had exploded. My God, I love it! she thought. She came again and fainted once more.
In the evening Anne and Susan were called into the dining room while Clarissa and Harold and Quincy were eating their dinner.
Clarissa ordered the two young women to get under the table and start sucking cock. Anne and Susan were chained. They had some difficulty getting themselves under the table, but they finally managed to do it.
Anne chose Quincy's cock. If she had to suck a cock, she would rather suck a teenager's prick than Harold's veteran fuckpole. She unzipped Quincy's fly and brought his prick out. The moment she had his cock in her mouth she tasted cuntjuice. The boy had probably been fucking his mother before dinner and now Anne was getting the residue of Clarissa's cuntcream.
When Anne looked over at Susan, she was amused to see the girl was having a hard time getting all of Harold's fat prick in her mouth. Harold liked to have his cock taken in deep when he was sucked. He liked his cockhead jammed into a woman's throat when she worked on his meaty prick. Susan had a small mouth and she had to open her jaws as wide as possible to get his fat salami of a prick down her throat.
Quincy came first. A foaming geyser of hot jism gushed out of his prick to fill Anne's mouth. She couldn't hold it all. The boy's fuckcream drooled off her chin as she frantically swallowed.
When Quincy finally finished spurting his load, Anne licked the last drops off the tip of his prick and turned to look at Susan.
Harold always took a long time to come. Susan had her hand closed around his cock-shaft and she was pumping his prick to bring the jism out of his balls. At last the moment arrived. Anne watched as Harold's fat cock jerked in Susan's mouth. Susan had her mouth almost down to his cockbush and Anne guessed his cockhead was in Susan's throat.
Susan gulped and swallowed, drinking Harold's jism like a baby sucking at a huge nipple.
When the dinner was finally ended, Clarissa allowed Anne and Susan to come out from under the table.
Clarissa had a fiendish look in her eyes and Anne wondered what new horror was about to befall them.
But Anne was lucky. It was not herself but Susan who was now the focus of Clarissa's evil mind.
Clarissa left the room a moment and then returned carrying a pot and an enema bag already filled with water.
When Susan learned she was about to suffer the indignity of a public enema, she threw herself at Clarissa's feet and begged Clarissa to change her mind.
Clarissa would not hear of it. She kicked the poor girl in the stomach and snarled that if Susan didn't behave she'd get a quart of boiling oil up her ass.
Whimpering like a wounded animal, Susan finally got on all fours to receive the enema nozzle in her asshole. Clarissa held the bag high and soon they could all see how Susan's belly swelled as the water entered her guts.
When the enema bag was empty and Susan had all the water inside her guts and shit-tube, Clarissa forced Susan to stand up and walk.
Smacking Susan's ass, Clarissa said, "Stand straight, darling. Walk around the room so that we can see how pretty you are."
Anne winced with sympathy for Susan. She knew what the girl must be feeling. Susan had a shitter full of water and an intense need to blow everything out of her asshole, but instead she had to parade around the room to satisfy the sadistic curiosity of Clarissa and her family.
After a while it was obvious that poor Susan could take no more, and it was only then that Clarissa handed over the pot she had brought.
"Do it in the pot," Clarissa said. "Just squat over it and let it all out."
Susan blushed and stammered and pleaded with Clarissa to be allowed to empty her shitter in private. Clarissa's reply was a vicious kick at the girl's legs.
Sobbing, her face flushed and her eyes closed, Susan finally squatted over the pot. A moment later there was a sudden explosion of water out of her ass. The poor girl wailed with embarrassment as her shitter emptied its contents.
When Susan's ass was at last empty, Harold muttered something to Clarissa. The older woman smiled and told Susan to kneel on all fours on the rug.
Susan obeyed. She hid her head in her hands and raised her ass in the air. Harold came behind her. Without any delay he moved his mouth directly to her asshole. He licked and sucked Susan's freshly irrigated shithole. Then he pushed his tongue inside her bung and tongue-fucked her grommet until he had her moaning with pleasure.
She's a horny little slut, Anne thought. But at the moment she envied the girl. Harold knew how to use his tongue in a woman's ass. She imagined her own asshole clamping down on Harold's thick tongue and it brought a shiver of lust to her body.
Finally pulling his tongue out of the girl's shitter, Harold knelt behind her and eased his big prick inside her loose bunghole.
Susan groaned as she took the full length of Harold's cock in her ass. When Harold hit bottom, when he had his balls plastered against her cuntlips, Susan quivered and slowly gyrated her ass against his belly.
Clarissa now hissed at Anne. "All right, you stupid little bitch! Are you just going to stand there and watch? I want you down there with your tongue in Harold's ass!"
Anne was about to drop to the rug behind Harold's pumping ass when Vernon suddenly appeared.
"Your nephew has arrived, Mrs. Blake," Vernon said to Clarissa.
Clarissa looked at Anne and smiled. "Darling Anne, your brother is here with his new wife."