Chapter 7
"These are tit clamps," Travis said as he held up two metal devices that looked like clothes pins with small rubber balls on the ends. "I wouldn't want your nipples dipping into the sauce on my asparagus spears while you're serving us dinner."
He put one hand down and brought up the other. In it was a hard rubber shaft about five inches tall, which was much thicker in the middle than at the top or bottom. It was built onto a base about six inches square.
"And this," he said with a smile hat made Ann wince, "is a butt plug. I don't want that naked shit-hole of yours fluttering around when I'm trying to eat my baked potato."
"Oh, please don't!" Ann groaned as she hung in the chains into which she had been clamped after her husband's wicked mother had pissed in her face that afternoon. William had come down and washed Ann off with cold water from a garden hose, then left her alone, trembling and shivering in the chains. A couple o hours later her husband had walked in and was now explaining how he was going to fix her up so she could serve dinner to the family.
"And," Travis said, "as soon as I get the things in place, I'm going to have to do something about that cunt-hair of yours! There isn't anything in the world worse than having a pussy-hair floating around in your soup!"
When her husband snapped the clamps of the tit torture device onto her nipples, Ann learned another torment to go with the ones to which she had already been introduced. The small ridges of the clamps bit into the flesh of her nipples and the soft flesh behind. They caused an ache that spread clear through her tits. The small rubber balls, perhaps an inch in diameter, added just enough weight to make the clamps pull sharply down on the end of each tit. She moaned from the terrible biting pressures f the devices until her tits began to go numb, giving her some welcome relief.
Travis then walked behind her and used his knees on the insides of her legs to force her thighs apart. She could feel her ass-crack spreading as her legs were bowed outward, then the tip of the rubber butt plug bumped up against the mouth of her shit-hole. Travis had greased the device before he had shown it to her, but it still took a lot of effort for him to shove it in.
Ann shrieked with pain when her ass-ring opened and her shit-hole sucked the device in. The large, bulging middle of the shaft was inside and her tight asshole dosed around the narrow back end. Since the largest part was popped through her ass-ring it would take almost as much effort to get it out as it had to push it in. When her husband released her legs, Ann hung there in the chains, both of her tits and her shitter uncomfortably tormented by the torture instruments.
And it was then that Travis walked over to the wall to turn the lever that Ruth had use earlier to settle Ann to the floor. But her husband turned it in the opposite direction, raising Ann's feet from the floor. Now her weight was completely on the chains where they were clamped to her wrists. Travis walked back over and clamped a metal bar between her ankles that held her feet apart. Her whole pussy mound was exposed by the spread of her legs.
Now what? She wondered. Travis had said something about her pussy-hair, but she couldn't figure out what he would do. And when he pushed her naked body, making it swing wildly back and forth in the air, she still didn't know what was about to happen until he grabbed a handful of her cunt-hair as she swung like a pendulum.
There was only a fraction of a second between the time she realized what was happening and when her pussy-hair began to tear. In that fleeting bit of a second, a pure form of panic ripped through the tormented young woman and almost drove her wild. It was the worse thing she could ever imagine, far more terrible than being beaten with the whip. The only consolation was that there wasn't any time to really ponder the coming torment before the stunning pain hit.
"Aaeeii!" Ann screamed as her body began to swing back, then jolted to a stop before her cunt-hair began to pull out.
Travis' hand was snarled deeply into her pussy-hair, capturing a whole handful of the pelt. The torture came in two parts - first when her cunt-hair was yanked to stop the fall of her body, then when patches of the curly strands began to tear free.
"No!" she shrieked when she began swinging back toward her husband again. But, this time, he used both hands to push her higher, making up for the speed the hair-pulling had cost. When she returned on the next cycle, she was going as fast as before.
Again Travis caught a handful of pussy-hair when she reached the end of the swing, and it ripped out when her body traveled back. Now great parts of her pussy mound were completely bald and showing red specks of blood where the cunt-hair had been.
"Aaaaargh!" she cried the next time her cunt-muff was torn by her husband's grasp.
As Ann kept swinging, he kept grabbing smaller and smaller patches of hair. Soon the great majority of her pussy-hair was on the floor under her feet. When there wasn't enough hair on her pussy for him to grab, Travis allowed her to slowly swing to a stop.
The pain and panic were so severe now that she couldn't even scream. Tears welled in her eyes but refused to flow as her whole body seemed to be in shock. She would never again in her life grow anything but spotty pussy-hair, so she would always have to keep her pussy shaved.
Without a word, Travis went to the lever and lowered his tortured wife to the floor. Then he carried over a basin of water, a bar of soap and a straight razor, and he shaved the rest of her pussy completely clean. The sharp blade even went up into her ass-crease to cut away the few strands of hair that grew near her shit-hole, and by the time he was through, her cunt was bare.
When Ann glanced down between her legs and saw, the naked, vertical cunt-slit and bald between her legs, she felt more like a small child than a woman, as if her maturity had all been shaved away. She had never realized the importance of her pussy-hair to her whole idea of being grown up. Now, in just a few minutes, she had been brutally forced back into more submissive days when she had no right to question adults.
"I like her pussy even more now, " Teresa said as she eyed Ann's bald cunt.
"Yeah," George said. "It looks almost good enough to eat!"
"Now, children," Ruth said, "you shouldn't think so much about pussy. You had your turns this morning at breakfast. You have to learn to give the rest of the family their turns!"
Ann was so ashamed she almost dropped the coffee pot she was holding. True to his word, Travis had made her serve dinner, as though she were a maid instead of his wife. The tit clamps hung heavily from her nipples. And she was forced to waddle by the plug up her ass as she made her way from the dining room to the kitchen and back. It felt like one constant fuck was going on in her shitter. But the pain wasn't nearly the worse of the torture she felt. When even the youngsters talked about using her pussy for their pleasure, Ann was humiliated at just how low she had fallen.
"I suppose I could use a bit of fucking," Jason Bradley said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and throwing it onto the table. "But first, let's have a little something to turn on my prick!"
"You want her suck your cock until it's hard, Dad?" Travis asked, always eager to please. "I bet if I'm pushed read hard, you could even run it down into her throat."
Jason pursed his lips, obviously thinking about the choices. Ann's hand shook as she poured the after-dinner coffee, frightened by the prospects of what was to come.
"I don't think so," Jason finally said, pushing his chair back from the table.
Ann couldn't help but glance down and notice that he was once again naked below the waist. His thick semi-soft, prick rested heavily across his hairy balls.
"What I'd rather see is some asshole-eating to get my cock standing tall. And there's nothing I like to watch more than some little bitch's tongue up your mother's shitter!"
"Mine, Daddy!" Teresa squealed, her little shitter already puckering in anticipation. "can't she tongue-fuck my asshole instead?"
"Hush, Teresa," Ruth said. "You father has spoken. If her wants to see Travis' wife eat my shit-hole, that's the way it's going to be!"
"Noooooo!" Ann whimpered when Ruth got up from her chair and leaned down onto the table. The older woman's hands tossed the back of her skirt high above her naked hips, then her fingers pulled open the crack of her ass.
Ann almost swooned when she saw the woman's asshole puckering out like a small volcano in a sea of flesh. Travis had risen alongside his mother and moved behind Ann to force her down onto her knees by pressing his hands down hard on her shoulders. The plug twisted in her shitter as she went down, and it felt like it speared another couple of inches into her guts. The tit clamps bounced, torturing her nipples as she landed with her face only inches from her mother-in-law's ass.
"Please don't make me do this!" Ann begged her husband, but he only laughed and cuffed her on the back of the head. All around, chair legs scraped on the floor as everyone but the grandfather positioned themselves to see the eating out of Ruth's tight ass. Ann's stomach felt like an empty pit as embarrassment washed through her body. Not only was she going to have to do this terrible thing, but everybody was gathering to watch.
"You want in on this, Dad?" Jason asked, the decrepit old man who sat spooning food into his mouth.
"Any more mashed potatoes?" Travis' grandfather asked, looking up. "Never enough fucking mashed potatoes! Get old and nobody gives a shit whether you got enough goddamn potatoes!"
Apparently he wasn't going to watch, but everybody else was ready for the show. Horrified, Ann stared into the parted ass-crease at the shit-hole she was expected to eat.
The tiny asshole was like a dosed little mouth leading up into the older woman's guts. It puckered out almost like lips waiting to be kissed, and the wrinkled skin that surrounded it formed little arrows of creases that all pointed directly into the brownness in the middle.
Ann's whole mind was filled with torment as she stared directly into her mother-in-law's ass. She still hadn't completely convinced herself that she could suck Ruth's ass when Travis shoved her head from behind. Caught off balance, her face was driven into Ruth's ass crack, her nose centered on the tightly puckered brown shit-hole.
Her first breath caused the aroma of her mother-in-law's shit-hole to be pulled deeply into her nose. Ann braced herself for the terrible smell, and she was startled when it didn't come. There was a strong muskiness, which caused a strange taste to form in the back of her mouth, but it wasn't nearly as offensive as she had feared. Apparently, Ruth had washed her ass since last taking a shit, so the odor wasn't bad at all. In fact; it stirred within Ann almost the same feelings that smelling pussy had, which caused her own cunt-hole to moisten.
"Not with your nose, stupid!" Ruth gasped, using her fingers to pry her ass-crack even farther apart. "Use you tongue on my shit-hole like you did this morning cunt!"
Ann pulled her nose out of her mother-in-law's shitter far enough to replace it with her tongue. She licked across the wrinkled skin surrounding the rosebud of Ruth's ass-hole, then swirled it toward the center of the shit-hole. In the middle, she poked gently with the tip of her tongue, but the tight muscles of Ruth's ass-ring wouldn't give. So her tongue danced through the rest of the ass crack, licking up remnants of the sweat of Ruth's ass.
"Ah, yes!" Ruth hissed. "Bathe all around my shitter then fuck me with your tongue!"
The first part was easy, and Ann lapped from the top of the ass-crack clear down to the beginning of Ruth's pussy. But when she once again poked at the shit-hole with her tongue, she found out that tongue-fucking an ass-hole wasn't nearly as simple as it seemed.
"Curl your tongue!" Travis growled at her when he noticed the trouble she was having. "You can't be a Bradley woman until you learn to tongue-fuck an ass!"
Ann wasn't sure she wanted the family distinction, but she knew that she couldn't get out of fucking Ruth's ass with her tongue. So she did what her husband said and rolled her tongue lengthwise before probing again at her mother-in-law's shitter. To her surprise, the effort helped to make her tongue almost like a little prick. She centered the tip right on the puckered ass-hole, then pushed with all of her strength. She was surprised when her tongue slid in.
"Look, she's got a long tongue!" Teresa exclaimed. "It makes my little shitter burn with excitement just from watching and thinking what that tongue could do for me!"
"It's not as good as my cock, huh, Mom?" George asked his mother. "Didn't my cock feel better when it was fucking your shitter?"
Ann's mind raced. It wasn't something she'd even considered. Evidently, the boy had been fucking prick into this same shit-hole that she was now fucking with her tongue.
"That's enough," Ruth said to her young son. "Both her tongue and your cock feel good! At least her tongue will when it gets to fucking instead of just lying still!"
"Corn-hole her!" Travis growled, slamming the back of his wife's head again. "You're embarrassing me in front of the family by being such a scared little shit! Fuck out her ass with your tongue right now or I'm going to send William for my belt!"
Ann began pulling tongue out of her mother-in-laws guts. When the tip was the only thing still buried in the vicious grasp of her ass-ring, she forced her long tongue back into Ruth's ass-hole. Slowly, she pistoned it back and forth, fucking the tight shitter.
"That's the way!" Ruth groaned, feeling the long tongue reach clear up into her guts.
She'd been happy when her husband had suggested getting her ass licked. She loved to be tongue-fucked in the ass. And having everyone watch the young newlywed woman do it added more pleasure to the act. Ruth couldn't have designed a more degrading experience for Travis' new wife than what the little bitch was being forced to do now.
"Eat her shit-hole!" Teresa squealed, running her hand up under her dress.
She was too excited by what was happening to keep her fingers out of her bald little pussy. Quickly, she stroked her tiny clit and finger fucked her cunt-hole until the little fuck-hole was all wet. With her other hand, she rapidly peeled off her dress so she could sit naked in her chair, her feet pulled onto the seat.
George was also worked up. He had his pants off and his cock in his hand. His shirt came next, and soon he was as naked as his sister as he sat and jacked off his long cock.
By now, Jason was naked too, his cock raging up over his balls. Watching the ass-eating session had done just what he hoped, getting his prick as hard as a rock. But he didn't stroke the thick shaft with his hand, since he knew he'd soon have it shoved up the slut's tight cunt.
Travis joined in. when he saw all the naked family flesh around him, he also tossed of his clothes. His prick was swollen, but not completely hard yet.
Only the old man at the end of the table, still scraping a spoon across his empty plate searching for scraps of mashed potatoes, was still in all of is clothes. He muttered on and on about the unfairness of being old, but right then no ones was paying him any mind.
Ann was furiously tongue-fucking Ruth's shit-hole. Again and again, she rammed her long tongue into her mother-in-law's guts. Back and forth her tongue fucked the shitter, until Ruth's pussy was cumming and leaking cunt-cream all over.
Then, just when Ann thought that the horrible experience was about over, the ass-hole seemed to flare open around her tongue. Out came the loudest, smelliest fart she had ever known in her life, blasting out of the tongue-fucked ass-hole and right into her face.
As everyone laughed, the horrified newlywed woman recoiled in shock and fell on her naked ass on the floor. What now? She wondered as the family rose to stand around her.