Chapter 4
Vernon led Anne down to dinner with his hand on her ass. She had freshened up after the stormy session with Uncle Harold and now she looked as ravishing as ever. She wore a leather collar around her throat, and to the collar was attached the chain now held by Vernon. He held the chain with one hand fondled her ass with the other hand.
I'm being treated like a dog, Anne thought. She wore a leash like a dog and Vernon was fondling her rump as though she was a dog.
She stepped carefully as they went down She wore the high heels and she was still not used to them. She'd put some lipstick on and even some perfume. She had a vague hope that maybe if they say how pretty she was they would let her go.
When she and Vernon entered the dining room, Anne was surprised at the presence of two strangers. She was introduced to Arthur and Dorothy Vinson, husband and wife and both about the same age as Aunt Clarissa.
Anne was horrified to be seen by these people wearing a collar around her neck and led by a chain like a dog. She kept her eyes averted as she sat down at the dinner table between her aunt and her cousin Quincy.
"She's lovely," Dorothy Vinson said. "I'm sure Harold doesn't mind her at all."
Arthur Vinson laughed. "If Harold minds her, I'll be glad to have her with us. She's a prize, Harold. You're a lucky bugger."
Anne was embarrassed by their talk and she tried to pay no attention to them. She discovered she was famished. She ate the food placed in front of her with relish. At least they allowed her to use her hands. Up in the bedroom she'd been bound hand and foot, but at least down here she had her hands free.
She wondered if she might have some chance to escape now. She certainly could not escape when she had her hands and feet chained, but at the moment she had nothing but the collar and the single chain and there might be a chance.
Towards the end of the dinner Anne leaned towards her aunt and whispered: "May I go to the bathroom?"
Clarissa looked at her and smiled. "Of course, dear." Then she looked at Quincy. "Go along with her, Quincy, and don't let her out of your sight."
Anne's hopes were dashed. If Quincy was with her, there wasn't much she could do. There might still be a chance, but she doubted it. Maybe the downstairs bathroom had a window she could use.
Quincy held the chain as he led her along to the bathroom. They hadn't talked much since her arrival at the house and she felt uncomfortable with him. He was only a teenager but he was tall and strong and he seemed to have knowing eyes. He looked at her as though he knew all her secrets. They all looked at her that way. It made her flesh creep. She was convinced she was a prisoner in the house of the Devil.
Her plan to use the bathroom to escape was immediately foiled by Quincy. He insisted on coming into the bathroom with her!
When Anne protested, he grinned and said, "My mother said not to let you out of my sight."
She tried to pull away from him, but he yanked the chain so hard she nearly fell to the ground.
Then she began weeping. Quincy stood there and watched her awhile, and then he pushed her into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
"Come on, get it over with," he said. "My mother will be angry if we don't get back."
Anne realized she had no choice. She was in the hands of evil people and she was at their mercy. Clarissa and Harold and Vernon had already done vile things to her. One more humiliation would not change anything.
Turning her back to the toilet, she faced Quincy and raised her skirt. The boy's eyes glittered as she unveiled her thighs and then her panty-covered crotch. She slipped the panties down to her knees and quickly sat down on the toilet seat.
Quincy grinned when he heard the tinkling of her piss as it splashed into the toilet bowl.
"I bet my mother has played some games with you," he said.
Anne blushed. "I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you do. I know my mother. She gets a charge out of pissing on people. I bet she did it all over you. Didn't she?"
When Anne remained silent, he yanked the chain. "Don't do that," she groaned.
"Tell me. Did she or didn't she?"
"If you must know, she did."
Quincy chuckled. "How was it?"
"It was horrible! Your mother is an evil woman. You're all evil. You'll all be punished for this."
They finally returned to the dinner table. Everyone looked at her as she sat down. Then Clarissa smiled at Quincy and said: "Did Anne behave herself?"
Quincy shrugged. "She didn't like the idea of peeing while I watched, but I made her do it."
They all laughed. Anne's face turned beet red and when they saw that they laughed again.
As the dinner finished, Clarissa called Quincy to her. The boy leaned over and his mother whispered in his ear. Anne tried to listen, but she could make nothing of it. She suspected Clarissa was talking about her. I'm lost, Anne thought. She sat there meekly, conscious of the collar around her neck and the chain now held by Quincy.
Finally the dinner was over. It was Quincy who now led Anne out of the room. She thought she would be returned to her bedroom, but instead Quincy made her walk along a dark corridor and then into a room she had never seen before. The room was bare except for a strange contraption in the middle of it. It looked like one of those leather horses used by gymnasts, except that it was less than three feet high.
Quincy closed the door and they were alone in the room. "Take the dress off," the boy said.
Anne paled. "Quincy, what are you going to do to me?"
"Never mind that. Just take the dress off. You're supposed to do whatever I tell you to do."
"I'll pay you if you help me escape. I'll give you a great deal of money. I have money in the bank at home. Please, Quincy. You're not evil like these people, I can see it in your face. Please, help me."
Letting out a length of chain, he whipped her ass with it. She cried out, twisted to avoid being hit. When he once again ordered her to remove her dress, this time she obeyed him.
"Now the bra and panties," he grinned. "You sure are pretty."
She peeled her bra and panties off and stood there before him wearing only her garter belt and nylons and high-heeled pumps. She was dismayed at the way the boy leered at her. She glanced at his crotch and she could see the outline of his hard cock.
Quincy gazed at her body with hot eyes and then he said, "Okay, bend over the horse."
She was fearful as she did it. She thought he might want to whip her and she remembered the pain when Harold had done it. She bent over the leather horse and waited expectantly. Then Quincy was suddenly working at her wrists and ankles and in a moment she was securely bound to the leather horse and unable to move.
Her wrists were chained to her ankles underneath the horse. Her head hung down, her legs hung down, but her ass was raised in the air.
Quincy moved behind her. She had no panties on now and she knew he could see everything she had. She closed her eyes and whimpered, waiting for whatever fate might befall her.
Quincy gazed down at her luscious upturned ass. He could see her tight little asshole and all of her cunt. She had ringlets of curled hair growing into the crack of her ass and surrounding her asshole and it turned him on. Her pink inner cuntlips protruded out of the slit of her pussy. He had an urge to taste her cunt, but his mother had given him specific instructions and he had to follow them. It was dangerous to disobey his mother.
He dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His cock was hard and swollen and his pisshole was leaking juice. Closing his hand around his cockshaft, he slowly stroked his prick as he gazed at his cousin's asshole and cunt.
"You've got a gorgeous ass," he said. Anne groaned. "I hate you!" "Do you know what I'm going to do?" "Whatever you do, I'll hate you for it!" "My mother told me to fuck your ass. That's what I'm going to do." "Oh, dear God!"
He rubbed his cockhead up and down between her cuntlips to get it wet with her cuntjuice. Then he moved his cock-knob up to her asshole and slowly pushed it inside.
Anne moaned. She felt his cockhead squeezing inside her shithole and the humiliation she was suffering overwhelmed her.
The pain was intense as he forced himself into her ass. She quickly recognized that the more she resisted, the more she tightened her asshole, the more it hurt.
She tried to relax her ass and it worked. She pushed out and pretended she was taking a shit and Quincy's cock slid all the way inside her ass without any trouble.
There was still some pain and it was awful, but gradually it subsided. In its place there came a tingling heat that only increased her humiliation.
She could feel how completely his cock packed her shitter. She was afraid he might tear her ass. I'll bleed to death, she thought. This horrible thing will kill me.
But his cock did not tear her ass. She groaned as he slowly pulled his cock out until no more than his cockhead was clutched by the ring of her asshole. Then he slammed in again and this time the pain returned and she almost passed out.
Quincy looked down and watched the way her asshole sucked at his cock. Her bunghole was stretched like a mouth into a big round 0. Each time he pulled out, the ring of her asshole came out with his cockshaft as if unwilling to let his cock go. He loved fucking a woman this way and watching his cock go in and out of her ass. Sometimes his mother let him fuck her this way and that was the best. Fucking his mother's asshole was the best time he ever had.
He slid his cock in and out of her ass with a steady rhythm now. She groaned at the end of each in-stroke and then groaned again when he pulled out.
He kneaded and fondled her asscheeks. He pulled the lush globes apart and watched his prick slide in and out of her shithole.
"Great little ass," he said.
"You're a beast!"
"I've got your shit on my cock."
"You're a filthy horrible beast!"
Quincy laughed and suddenly pulled his cock out of her asshole. He pinched her ass and then walked around the horse to stand in front of her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he lifted her head and moved forward to push his cock against her mouth, "Come on, suck it," he said. "Get it inside your mouth and clean it up. If you do a good job, maybe I won't fuck your ass any more.
Anne did not know which was worse, sucking his shit-streaked cock or having him fuck her asshole again. She decided to suck his prick. It might turn her stomach, but at least it wouldn't hurt.
She opened her mouth and immediately he pushed forward to fill her mouth with his thick cock.
He held her head with both hands and slowly fucked his prick in and out of her face. He intended to shoot his load down her throat and he wanted to watch her face while he did it..
Anne was certain that now she knew what Hell was like. It was bad enough that she had a cock stuffing her mouth, but the cock also had the taste and smell of her own shit on it and that made her anguish and despair unbearable.
She was aware that he was fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm and she knew that sooner or later he would shoot his spunk down her throat. The idea of that made her nauseous, but at least if he came her ordeal would be over. She tightened the ring of her lips around his sliding cockshaft, hoping to bring him off ass quickly as possible.
Quincy was grunting now. He held her ears as he slammed his cock in and out of her face.
At the end of each stroke he gave an extra push to get his cockhead inside her throat. He pulled back just in time to let her breathe. His mother would kill him if he let Anne choke on his cock.
"Oh, Christ!" he croaked. "Here it comes!"
He had sense enough to pull back to give her room to swallow. He groaned loudly as he began spurting his jism. Jet after jet of hot cock-cream exploded out of his prick to fill her mouth.
Anne gulped and swallowed. She had no choice. Her cousin's thick load of jism slid down her throat in great globs. His supply of spunk seemed endless. She gulped and swallowed and gulped again.
At least it's over, she thought. Now that he'd come in her mouth, maybe he would leave her alone.
Just as Quincy pulled his limp cock out of Anne's mouth, the door opened and Clarissa and the others filed into the room. Anne twisted her head to look at them, then she collapsed in a fit of sobbing.