Chapter 7
When Arthur Vinson returned Anne to her Aunt Clarissa's house and told Clarissa what had happened, Clarissa was furious. But instead of venting her anger on Arthur Vinson, she heaped it on Anne! She called Anne vile names and slapped her face repeatedly until Anne fell to the floor sobbing. Finally, Clarissa told Anne that Vernon had instructions to discipline her and she should expect the worst.
Anne was locked in her room, but a few hours later the door opened and Vernon entered. He carefully closed and locked the door behind him and then he lumbered towards Anne. When he reached her he smashed the flat of his hand against her head and knocked her down.
"Stop it!" she cried. Her head still whirled from the sting of his slap. She lay on the bed, backing away from him, her eyes filled with terror.
Vernon only grinned and reached out to grab her dress. With a single yank of his powerful hands, he ripped her dress down the front. In another moment he had the dress stripped away from her body. Her bra followed the dress and then her panties. When he had her down to her garter belt and nylons, he leered at her nakedness.
She wanted to kill him. She suddenly wished she had a knife or a club, anything that would hurt him. God would forgive her if she killed him now. He was an evil animal. They were all evil animals and they all deserved to die.
"Come on," he grunted, "let's fuck. I've got a big hard-on."
She tried to back away from him, but he growled like a beast and grabbed her hair. He filled his hand with her hair and pulled it until she screamed. He taunted her. He told her she could scream all she wanted but it made no difference. Clarissa had told him he could do with her whatever he wanted. He pulled her off the bed and she crumpled at his feet.
I can't go on, she thought. She could not let her life go on like this. She wished she were dead. Anything would be better than this.
Then she started begging him, pleading with him to have mercy on her, to let her alone.
He ignored her. He tugged at her hair even as she knelt there before him. He jerked her head this way and that way, and she had to move whichever way he wanted in order to prevent her hair being ripped out by the roots.
Then he slapped her face again and she fell down at his feet. Her mouth pressed against his filthy shoe. Her lip was split and she could taste her blood. She shuddered as she realized he might even kill her. Clarissa had given her to Vernon as a slave and he might very well kill her.
She cringed there at his feet, groaning and rolling her body from side to side in her misery. Vernon looked down at her and smiled. He liked the way her creamy tits bounced around as she moved.
After a while he pulled her to her feet. He bound her wrists with leather cuffs and then he pulled her wrists behind her and linked the cuffs together with a chain. She stood before him like a prisoner, her pink-nippled tits quivering, the white skin of her body in stark contrast to the dark nylon of her stockings.
"Please, Vernon," she begged, "don't do this. I'll do what you want, but don't chain me like this."
"Shut up," he growled. "You talk too much." Then his lips curled into an evil-looking grin and he said: "Vernon knows what to do with a bitch-cunt like you. That's why your aunt gave you to me."
Anne quivered with fear and revulsion. She despised him. He was an ugly beast. He was a brutal animal and she knew he would do filthy things to her. She was in his clutches now and there seemed no way for her to save herself. She pulled at the leather cuffs binding her wrists. Panic gripped her chest, choking off her breathing. She was trapped, helpless to protect herself from Vernon. She thought of all the vile things he might do to her and she trembled with fear.
"Please, Vernon," she groaned, "can't we be friends? My wrists hurt. You don't have to chain me like this. Would you like to fuck me? I'll let you do it. I'll let you do whatever you want."
He grabbed one of her tits and cruelly pinched her nipple until she screamed and sobbed. Then he pulled a length of rope from one of his pockets.
Her eyes widened with fear as she watched him stretch the rope, then loop the end and slide it over her head.
She struggled, pulling away from him, turning and twisting her body as she attempted to free herself.
It did no good. He slapped her face and kicked her ass with his knee. He laughed at her pain and misery. When she refused to stop struggling, he tightened the noose of the rope until she started to strangle.
She finally fell on the bed, her eyes bulging as she gagged, her throat gurgling with choking sounds as she struggled to breathe.
When at last he loosened the noose around her throat, he said, "Are gonna behave?"
She gulped for air and nodded. He's crazy, she thought. He's stark raving mad. She was afraid to say anything now. Vernon was crazy and she was afraid if she said anything more he would finish her.
Now he pulled the noose off her neck and used the rope to tie her ankles. In a moment she was securely bound, her ankles tied together, her wrists chained together, her body helpless on the bed.
He turned her over and looked down at her ass. "Nice ass," he chuckled. She groaned with mortification as his big hands grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them apart. She felt the air cooling the tender rosette of her asshole.
Vernon gazed with hot eyes at the plump round globes of her ass. He unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off his waist. His cock stirred in his pants as he watched her luscious asscheeks twitch and jiggle. He could see the ringlets of cunt hair curling up into her asscrack. He smirked as he pulled one of her asscheeks to the side to get a better look at her shithole.
Anne suddenly heard a whistling sound, and then a moment later she screamed as Vernon's broad belt slapped against the tender flesh of her ass.
She sobbed and screamed. She tried pulling her legs apart, but the rope held her ankles firmly together.
He hit her ass with the belt again. Her body 8i bounced and jerked as she desperately tried to get away from him.
Again and again the leather belt sliced her ass. Her asscheeks were soon criss-crossed by red welts. The stinging pain was unbearable. Sweat streamed down her back. Again and again she begged for mercy, screaming that she would do anything if he would only stop.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled uselessly with the leather cuffs binding her wrists.
"You sure got a juicy ass," he grunted, "I like slapping the shit out of a juicy ass." He whipped her ass with the belt again, this time pulling one of her asscheeks to the side so the belt could slap against her tender asshole.
She screamed at the burning pain in her asshole. She groaned and shuddered, bouncing on the bed as she begged for mercy.
Now Vernon slipped his hand between her thighs to finger her cunt. He chuckled with approval when he found her cunt drenched with cuntjuice. She was creaming all over herself. The juice was pouring out of her cunt and wetting the mattress even as he continued to beat her ass.
"You've got a wet hole," he said. "Maybe you like getting your ass whipped." He grab- bed the meat of her cunt with his hand and squeezed hard. She moaned as his fingers cruelly dug into her cunt flesh.
Vernon continued whipping her with his belt until she was too exhausted to do anything except whimper. The pain was unbearable and her ass now felt as if a hot iron had been applied to both her asscheeks.
He finally pulled her off the bed and forced her to stand. He dragged her into the bathroom, laughing at her as she hobbled along behind him.
He still held his belt in one hand, and the fear of his belt caused her to meekly obey him. She could not forget the feeling of the leather slicing into her ass-flesh.
But in the bathroom he pushed her down to the floor and started beating her with the belt again. This time the belt slapped against her tits, stinging and wounding her sensitive tit-flesh. Each time the belt struck one of her nipples, she thought she'd pass out from the pain.
He forced her to roll over on her hands and knees and crawl around on the floor. She found it difficult to do because her wrists and ankles were bound. Whenever she hesitated, he kicked her ass and sometimes her tits. Her rib cage was bruised, her ass lacerated, her mind whirling with her pain and degradation.
Finally he made her crawl into the bathtub. He turned on the cold water and then the shower. In a moment she was drenched in the icy water, shivering and wailing, struggling to get her body away from the ice cold shower.
At last he turned the shower off and forced her to lie down in the tub. She shuddered as she looked up at him and watched him unzip his fly.
He brought his cock out and grinned as he waved it at her. "How about a little golden shower?" he said.
She groaned. "Please, Vernon, don't do it!"
Her pleading did her no good. A moment later his pisshole widened and a yellow stream gushed out of his cock. His hot piss splashed over her body, over her legs and belly and tits.
She closed her eyes and moaned. The rank smell of his piss filled her nostrils. Now he aimed the stream of his piss directly at her cunt and she shuddered and quaked as the hot liquid scalded her clit.
His piss gathered under her ass in a warm pool, and she lay in it wriggling and quivering.
She thought he was finished, but then suddenly he started pissing some more. This time he moved the stream from her cunt along her belly to her tits. Then a moment later she almost fainted as his hot piss began coming down directly on her face.
She turned her face, desperate to get her mouth away from the stream of his piss, but he laughed and followed her face and she could not prevent her mouth getting some of it.
"Open your fucking mouth," he growled. "Open your mouth or I'll whip your ass again."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He directed the stream of his piss along her lips and then over her tongue. She gagged and moaned. The stink of his piss filled her nose. The salty taste of it filled her mouth. His hot piss splattered her forehead, drenched her hair and cascaded over her face. She struggled, trying to move, but she found it impossible. With her ankles and wrists bound, she was helpless. She lay there like a trapped animal until he finished pissing on her face and body.
After he finished pissing on her, Vernon shook his prick to get the last drops out of his pisshole. He stepped out of the tub and stripped his clothes off. He was not finished with her, not by a long shot.
He glanced down at her as she lay there in the tub. She was drenched with his piss, her face and body dripping wet. Now he was going to give her a real present!
When their eyes met, Anne suddenly suspected his intentions. She wanted to die. She remembered Dorothy Vinson and the horrors she had suffered in the Vinson basement.
Vernon climbed into the tub again and straddled Anne's head. He put his hands on his hips and squatted over her face. She stared up at the black growth of hair curling in the crack between his asscheeks. His balls hung down loose and heavy. His big shithole was stretched open by his position and she stared at it as if hypnotized.
Grunting as he shifted his body, Vernon held onto the sides of the tub and slowly lowered himself until he had his ass close to her face. He shifted his body once again and then he dropped the rest of the way down and planted his asshole over her mouth.
She squirmed her face under his ass. She could hardly breathe. There was no way she could avoid having her mouth in contact with his asshole, and after a while she gave up and remained still.
His hairy bunghole moved back and forth over her lips. Then he shifted his body again and this time his asshole pushed down on her nose.
She was forced to endure the feel of her nose being slowly captured by the elastic ring of his shitter.
She could not believe the reality of it. She told herself it had to be a nightmare, a dream, something totally unreal. She wanted to faint, to die, anything that would get her out of there.
Finally, he pulled his crotch up again. Once more she stared at his gaping asshole, her heart pounding, her eyes mesmerized.
Vernon grunted, the muscles in his legs and thighs strained as he held his position.
"Oh, dear God!" she cried. She clenched her teeth with horror as he began shitting on her face, as one fat turd after another squeezed out of his hairy asshole to drop on her body.
Before long he started pissing again. And then after that the excitement of pissing and shitting on her made his cock hard and he jerked himself off as he squatted over her.
He finally shot his load, thick spurts of his hot jism splattering her neck and face to join the mixture of shit and piss that already covered her.
When he was finished, he climbed out of the tub and walked out of the bathroom. Anne turned her head to the side and sobbed.