Chapter 5
There were now five people surrounding Anne. They leered at her as she struggled on the horse. She was still bound by the chains and unable to free herself. She was mortified by her nakedness. The Vinsons were total strangers, and yet here they were openly gazing at her ass and cunt.
Anne wished she were dead. The embarrassment and humiliation she was now suffering were unbearable. Her mind was in a fog. She could no longer think straight.
"She's lovely," Dorothy Vinson said. "Her ass is prettier than I thought." Then she chuckled. "I can tell by Arthur's expression that he agrees with me. Isn't that so, honey?"
Arthur Vinson grinned. "You bet."
Clarissa now moved behind Anne and ran her hands over Anne's creamy asscheeks. She tickled the plump pouch of Anne's pussy. Then Anne cried out as Clarissa suddenly pushed her thumb inside her asshole.
Clarissa used her free hand to brutally pinch Anne's ass. "Behave yourself in front of our guests, child. They don't like to hear your wailing."
Anne groaned as Clarissa corkscrewed her thumb in and out of her tender asshole.
"Quincy had her ass a short while ago," Clarissa said. "But I think he's the first. Isn't that so, Anne?"
"Yes!" Anne hissed. "I hate you, Aunt Clarissa! I hate you all!"
Everyone laughed. Clarissa did not remove her thumb from Anne's asshole. Instead she pushed two other fingers inside her cunthole.
Her fingers plugging Anne's cunthole and asshole simultaneously, Clarissa finger fucked both holes until Anne moaned and began sobbing again.
After a while Clarissa pulled her fingers out of Anne's cunt and ass and looked at Dorothy. "What would you like?"
"I'd like to watch Harold take her ass. I think Arthur would like that, too."
Anne cringed. She held her breath as Uncle Harold moved behind her. She decided the best thing was to remain limp. If she tensed up the pain would be worse. Uncle Harold was going to fuck her ass and there was nothing she could do about it.
Harold dropped his pants and shorts and rubbed his cock up and down in the crack between Anne's asscheeks.
Clarissa moved around to Anne's head and gripped Anne's face with her hand. "No nonsense now. I expect you to behave."
Harold's fat cockhead pushed against the tight ring of Anne's asshole, and then suddenly the knob of his prick popped inside her shitter.
Anne closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Lord, how awful it was! To have anyone do anything to that secret place was the worst form of degradation.
Harold grunted as he slid the full length of his cock inside his niece's tight shithole. He allowed her no time to accommodate her ass to the feel of his cock. He immediately began fucking with a determined pace. His thick cock slid in and out of her stretched bunghole with a smooth piston-like motion.
Anne groaned. No matter how much she tried to relax her shitter, it ,was not good enough. The pain was unbearable and she was forced to cry out. Clarissa hissed in anger and smashed the flat of her hand against Anne's tear-streaked face. "You silly little bitch! I told you to keep quiet!"
Caught between Uncle Harold behind her and Aunt Clarissa in front of her, Anne rolled her eyes up and almost fainted from the pain and fear.
Harold finally shot his load in Anne's ass, and then he pulled his cock out of her bunghole and moved around the horse to her face. He shoved his cock at her mouth and pinched her nose. Anne was forced to open her lips to accept her uncle's shit-streaked prick.
While Anne sucked Harold's wilting cock, Arthur Vinson looked at Clarissa and smiled when she nodded. He quickly moved behind Anne's ass and dropped his pants and shorts.
A moment later, her mouth still stuffed with Harold's cock, Anne felt the knob of Arthur Vinson's prick pushing at the tortured ring of her twitching asshole.
It can't be real, Anne thought. It can't possibly be real.
It was real enough. Arthur Vinson made a gargling sound of pleasure as he shoved his cock inside her now loosened asshole.
She was skewered now. She had a cock in her ass and a cock in her mouth and she felt like a slab of shish kabob skewered on a rod of cockmeat.
The two men pumped her ass and mouth in tandem. Harold's cock was hard again and she had to open her mouth as wide as possible to accept his prick.
Her asshole was not completely loose. The pain had been replaced by an intense heat. The cock in her mouth slammed against her tonsils at the end of each stroke and she had difficulty breathing.
Both men finally came at the same time. Anne trembled and heaved on the leather horse as she received a load of hot spunk fore and aft. Uncle Harold's jism ran out of her mouth and Arthur Vinson's jism ran out of her stretched asshole. She felt flooded with their filthy slime.
As Anne's head drooped and she began sobbing again, she heard Clarissa say: "Ten days. You can have her for ten days, but that's all."
And so Anne left Clarissa's house for a visit to the Vinsons. She rode in the Vinson car. She sat between Arthur and Dorothy, her heart pounding with anxiety as she wondered what they intended to do with her. Arthur Vinson had already humiliated her by fucking her ass. What games would Dorothy play?
As they rode in the car, Dorothy put her hand high up on Anne's thigh and squeezed hard. "You're nice and firm," Dorothy said. "Do you do much exercise?"
Anne pouted. "I don't have much chance, do I?"
"You're adorable," Dorothy chuckled. Then her arm suddenly lashed out and she slapped Anne's face with great force. Anne crumpled as Dorothy said: "That's so you know who's running things around here. I think I'd like you to suck my pussy now. Get down on the floor and get to work."
Anne moaned as she found herself pushed down to the floor of the car in front of Dorothy. There was hardly any room for her to move. She crouched on her knees between Dorothy's legs and cringed at the idea of performing such a degrading act.
Smiling down at Anne, Dorothy pulled her dress up and opened her thighs wide. Anne was shocked to see that Dorothy wore no panties.
Dorothy shifted forward on the seat, bringing her crotch to the edge of the seat and closer to Anne's face.
The hot smell of Dorothy's cunt filled Anne's nostrils. Dorothy had a raunchy-looking pussy, thick drooping cuntlips surrounded by a tangle of auburn hair. A white froth of oozing cuntjuice had collected at the lower part of her slit.
"Suck it, you little bitch," Dorothy hissed. "Get your face in there and suck it!"
Anne realized she was helpless. If she refused, Dorothy would hit her again. Her face still stung from the slap and she did not relish the idea of another one.
Leaning forward, Anne brought her face close to Dorothy's reeking cunt. She could feel the heat of the woman's cuntflesh on her face. Closing her eyes, Anne extended her tongue and began lapping up and down the slimy slit.
"That's the girl," Dorothy purred. She pulled her dress down to cover Anne's head. No one looking in through the car window could guess she had a woman's mouth on her cunt.
Anne finished the trip to the Vinson house with a mouthful of Dorothy's aromatic cunt-juice. She almost gagged as she swallowed it down. She had no idea how insignificant her suffering was compared to what lay ahead.
Once they were inside the house, Dorothy disappeared. Arthur pulled Anne into the living room and forced her to kneel in front of him on the rug. He unzipped his fly and brought his cock out.
"Come on, open your mouth," Arthur said.
His cock dangled out of his fly. Anne knelt on the rug at his feet. She quivered as she fixed her eyes on his meaty-looking cockhead. His prick wasn't hard, but his cockhead looked enormous. Now she knew why he'd hurt her so much when he'd fucked her ass.
"How about something special?" he said.
She looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
He grinned. "Well, it's this way, honey. The bathroom on this floor is at the other end of the house and I'm feeling a little lazy. How about you making it easy for me? Open your pretty mouth and I'll piss in it. That way I don't have to go down the hall. You don't want me to go down the hall, do you?"
When she turned pale and did nothing, he slapped her face hard and knocked her over on the floor. She had no time to weep, because at that moment Dorothy returned.
Dorothy had changed into a bizarre outfit. She wore a cut-out bra that forced her huge tits to hang obscenely. Her panties had a cut-out crotch and her thick bush of cunt hair protruded through the split in the nylon. She wore a black satin garter belt and black stockings and shoes with four inch heels. In her hand she carried a small whip and now she proceeded to lash the whip at Anne's cringing body.
"Get his cock in your mouth," Dorothy said angrily. "If you let one drop of his piss get on this rug, I'll whip the skin off your ass!"
Finally sitting up again, her face streaked with her tears, Anne once more looked at Arthur's cock.
He moved forward, curled his fingers around his limp cockshaft and pushed the knob of his prick at her lips.
Anne opened her mouth. Arthur stripped his foreskin back and made sure she had all of his cockhead inside her lips. Then he let go and started pissing.
The first gush of warm piss into her mouth caused Anne to gag. Remembering what Dorothy had said, she quickly brought herself under control. She had to swallow repeatedly to make room in her mouth for Arthur's flood of hot piss. She learned how to use her tongue to deflect the stream of his piss from shooting directly down her throat and choking her. She was careful not to let a drop of it spill, and when Arthur finally pulled his cockhead out of her mouth he seemed satisfied.
"She's good," Arthur said. "We're going to have ourselves a ball with this one."
After that Arthur left Anne and Dorothy alone. "Come with me," Dorothy said. When Anne hesitated, Dorothy used the whip on her ass. She grabbed Anne's wrist and dragged her out of the living room and down some stairs to the basement.
Anne was afraid. She was alone in the basement with Dorothy now and the older woman had a strange glitter in her eyes. Anne wondered what sort of fiendish humiliation Dorothy had in store for her now.
Looking around her at the basement, Anne became frightened. The walls and floor were concrete, and in places on the walls and floor were iron rings with chains attached to them. Anne trembled as she realized the place looked like a torture chamber. What did Dorothy intend to do to her?
She soon found out. Dorothy forced her to stretch out on the floor on her back and before she could resist she found her wrists and ankles chained to the iron rings in the concrete floor.
Dorothy walked around Anne, smiling at the way the young woman twisted and squirmed against her chains.
Now Anne whimpered as Dorothy straddled her body and squatted over her face. Dorothy's humid crotch hung poised over Anne's head.
Anne could see Dorothy's thick cuntlips and oozing cunthole and brown wrinkled asshole.
Now as a horrified Anne watched, Dorothy's asshole opened like a flower and a brown turd squeezed out of the hole like a fat sausage coming out of a tight mouth.
Hypnotized, Anne watched more and more of the turd come out of Dorothy's ass until finally it dropped free. When the turd fell heavily on Anne's face, she fainted.