No one can predict what a person will do when removed from a familiar and loving environment. Prisoners of war who honestly loved their country have, under the proper situations, which were engineered by specialists in psycho-chemical warfare, vigorously denounced their country, their fellow soldiers and even their own families. Modern warfare of the mind has shown that any person can be made to do or say anything-no matter how much the new behavior may go against previous beliefs.
Anne Marlowe, a devout religious woman who regards everyone in the world but herself as a vile sinner, finds herself abruptly thrown into a situation from which there seems no escape. Indeed, every escape attempt is thwarted and she is punished by her captors- people whom she once thought she could trust.
Not only is Anne kept a captive, but she is subjected to the most degrading and disgusting forms of torture that twisted human minds can devise. Her religious convictions are tested to the maximum degree, as is her own self-value.
SLAVE SISTER IN CHAINS-the story of what happens to one woman when everything she believes in is put to the test. It is a story that nearly everyone can find something of value in.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Suck on my cunt!" the woman said. "Eat my hot pussy!"
Out in the hall, Anne Marlowe quivered as she listened. The vile language made her shudder. It was hard to believe her own brother was in there with that woman. But the door was open a crack and Anne could see inside the room. It was Robert, all right. He was in there on the bed with that woman and he had his head between the woman's legs.
He's eating her pussy, Anne thought. He has his tongue in her pussy and he's licking up her juices.
The idea of it made Anne cringe. No man had touched her since she had been raped by four boys in high school, and that was the last time she'd had sex with another human being.
Sometimes, when her need for it became too great to resist, she used her fingers to bring herself off. She used her fingers to massage her pussy and rub her clit until she had an orgasm. Afterward, she always suffered tremendous guilt. The guilt would last for days or even weeks.
She had tried telling Reverend Miller about it, but it did no good. The reverend had hinted that he'd be willing to solve her problem in her bedroom. He wanted to fuck her. She had never gone back to him again.
Inside the room, Robert was now slurping noisily at the woman's pussy. Anne thought she recognized the woman. She was a married woman named Rachel with a reputation for being a hellcat.
Hellcat is right, Anne thought. Rachel lay there on the bed naked, half-sitting up to look down at Robert, her big tits flopping from side to side as she squirmed her body.
Anne knew it was awful to watch them like this, but she couldn't help it. She told herself the best way to avoid being sinful was to understand sin. By watching them she could learn how to stay on the right path. So she told - herself.
She hated Reverend Miller. She had always thought he was a man of God. But when she needed his help, he had turned out to be a man of the Devil.
I don't blame Robert, she thought. She could never blame her younger brother for anything. Rachel was almost twice his age and what was going on in there was certainly Rachel's fault.
And in Robert's room, of all places. Anne had returned home unexpectedly and heard strange noises coming from her brother's room. Rachel had a husband and children, and Anne guessed Rachel could not carry on like this in her own house.
Dear Lord, what will happen when I leave tomorrow? Anne thought. Tomorrow she was off for a two-month visit to her Aunt Clarissa. Beginning tomorrow, Robert would be left alone for the summer. Except for Rachel, Anne thought. Rachel, the hussy, would probably be here every day.
Robert was no longer sucking Rachel's pussy. Now he was removing his clothes. Anne had never seen her brother naked, and her blood raced as she watched him peel his clothes off.
When Robert was down to his shorts, Anne held her breath as she waited for the final unveiling.
Rachel chuckled, "Don't be bashful, honey."
"I'm not bashful," Robert said.
"Let's have a look at that lovely prick."
A moment later his shorts were down, and, for the first time, Anne gazed at her brother's cock.
She stepped back from the door. She made certain she was in the shadows. She did not want to be seen. Not now. Not when she had this chance to look at her brother.
It's a terrible sin, Anne thought. I should not look at my brother like this. But she couldn't help it. There was Robert's cock, stiff and throbbing in all its glory. There was no way she could avoid looking at it.
Now Robert was on the bed again. Rachel made him stretch out on his back. She leaned over him and toyed with his cock.
Anne was envious as she watched Rachel's
fingers move up and down Robert's large prick. His cock looked enormous. The only cocks Anne had ever seen belonged to those boys who had raped her nearly ten years ago. Those cocks had always loomed in her mind as massive and frightening. Her brother's cock also looked massive and frightening. Anne could not believe that a woman could take a thing like that inside her pussy.
Anne trembled with excitement as Rachel now leaned over and began licking Robert's rampant cock. She licked up and down his cockshaft, from his cockhead to his balls. Her wide pink tongue lapped over his cockflesh until his prick glistened with her saliva.
My God, how disgusting, Anne thought. Rachel was actually bathing her brother's prick with her saliva.
Anne knew what was coming next. She'd read about it in books. Anything could be found in books now, all kinds of evil practices that were works of the Devil. She held her breath and waited, and a moment later she shuddered as Rachel opened her mouth wide and engulfed Robert's fat cockhead.
It's disgusting, Anne thought. The boys who had raped her had made her take their cocks in her mouth and she always cringed when she remembered it. Now she wondered how her brother's cock would feel in her own mouth. She wondered what it would taste like. She ran her tongue over her lips as she watched Rachel's mouth move up and down on Robert's stiff prick. It's horrible, Anne thought. It's a terrible sin for me to even imagine it.
Once again Anne felt guilty, but this time the guilt was caused by her excitement. She found herself tremendously aroused by the scene inside her brother's room. It was one thing to watch them in order to learn about sin, but it was something else to get turned on by it. It was shameful, that was what it was.
Her pussy was wet. She could feel the wetness each time she moved her thighs.
She slipped a hand down over the front of her dress to the joining of her thighs. She pressed her fingers into the mound of her pussy. She rubbed up and down and from side to side, massaging her clit with her cuntlips.
Dear Lord, forgive me, she thought. I can't help it.
Wave after wave of hot guilt washed over her as the pleasurable feeling rose up from her cunt. She did not allow herself to come. That far she would not go.
When Anne peered into the room again, she saw that Rachel had now turned her body around. Now Rachel straddled Robert with her crotch over his face and her own face over Robert's cock.
As Anne watched with a pounding heart, Rachel lowered her cunt onto Robert's upturned mouth and then leaned forward to take his prick inside her lips.
My God, they're sucking each other at the same time, Anne thought. She could not conceive of anything more depraved.
Rachel's lips moved up and down the shaft of Robert's cock as she squirmed her cunt against his nose and mouth and chin.
Robert and Rachel finally fell apart. Rachel rolled over on her back and pulled her knees to her tits. Her cunt gaped open like a dark wet canyon. Robert climbed between Rachel's thighs, and, a moment later, Anne watched as her brother slid his hard cock inside Rachel's steaming cunt.
Robert slammed his cock in and out of Rachel's cunt. Rachel held his asscheeks with her hands as he pounded her pussy. Then suddenly they rolled over and Rachel was on top of Robert.
Seated on Robert's cock, Rachel beamed down at him. "Your cock feels wonderful today," she said.
Robert grinned. "You like it, huh?"
"You bet I do."
Anne was furious. It was obvious this was not the first time they had fucked. Damn them to hell! She wondered how long her brother had been hiding his affair with Rachel from her.
Rachel was fucking him now, moving up and down on his cock. She dangled her big tits over his face and laughed with pleasure as he tried to catch one of her fat nipples with his mouth.
Anne could clearly see how Rachel's wet cunt moved up and down on her brother's hard prick. Rachel's swollen cuntlips seemed to grab his cock each time she raised her ass. And then when she moved down again, Rachel's asscheeks jiggled and bounced as she slammed into his crotch.
Globs of cuntjuice oozed out of Rachel's pussy to stream over Robert's cock and balls.
Rachel finally climbed off Robert's cock and told him to kneel on all fours. He smirked at her, but he did as she asked.
Anne watched with puzzled amazement as Rachel moved around behind Robert and began raining kisses over his muscular asscheeks. And then Anne gasped as Rachel pushed her face between Robert's asscheeks and began licking his asshole.
Oh, my God, Anne thought. This had to be the lewdest thing she had ever imagined. Rachel had her face pressed between Robert's asscheeks and she seemed to be actually sucking his asshole!
Robert groaned. "Jesus Christ, that feels good!"
Rachel pulled her face away from his ass a moment and chuckled. "You like that, don't you, honey?"
"You're damn right I like it," Robert grunted. "Come on get your tongue inside."
Anne thought she would faint. It was almost too much to bear. Her knees felt weak and her hands were trembling. She still had one hand rubbing her pussy, and now she rubbed harder as she fixed her eyes on the scene in the room. Rachel continued licking and sucking Robert's asshole awhile, and then she pulled her face away from his ass and rolled over on her back. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me now!"
Robert was between Rachel's legs again, and once more he was fucking her. This time his cock whipped in and out of Rachel's cunt at a rapid pace. Rachel urged him on with her hands on his humping ass. He fucked her hard and fast and Anne understood that soon Robert would come. He would shoot his hot load of spunk inside Rachel's hungry pussy.
At last Robert heaved and groaned and began spurting his jism. Rachel cried out as he emptied his balls into her cunt.
Anne imagined her brother's hot spunk splashing into Rachel's gaping cunt. She closed her eyes and furiously rubbed her pussy. Her nipples were hard and her tits felt like swollen balloons. Her clit felt stiff and bloated. She couldn't go on like this. She had to come. Clenching her teeth to prevent herself from making any noise, she rubbed her clit in a frenzy and brought herself off. God forgive me, Anne thought. I had to do it.
When she looked inside the room again, she saw that Rachel once more had Robert's cock in her mouth.
Anne watched as Rachel quickly brought Robert's cock back to life. When his prick was hard and throbbing and once again ready for action, Rachel smiled at him and said, "Give it to me from behind now."
Rachel positioned herself on her hands and knees and Robert moved behind her.
Rachel's ass was raised, her white asscheeks gleaming, her asscrack dark and moist. Anne could see Rachel's brown little asshole and then, below that, the hairy pouch of Rachel's cunt. Rachel's drooping cuntlips looked swollen.
Robert rubbed his cock up and down the gash of Rachel's cunt. Then at last he found her cunthole with his cockhead and he lurched forward to bury his fuckmeat in her pussy.
Out in the hall, Anne fingered her clit and moaned softly as she watched her brother begin fucking Rachel's hairy cunt from behind.
"I bet you'll be glad when you're sister leaves," Rachel said. "Is she really a prude?"
"She thinks she's a nun." Your Aunt Clarissa might straighten her out." "Maybe."
Anne blushed. She was furious at the way they talked about her. They were sinners, and yet they criticized her, called her a prude and a nun. And what did they mean about Aunt Clarissa? Anne hadn't seen her aunt in a dozen years, but she expected nothing but a pleasant summer in her aunt's house. Just what did they mean about Aunt Clarissa straightening her out?
Holding Rachel's ass, Robert fucked her cunt with a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before the adulterous pair on the bed reached a climax together. They both groaned as Robert shot his load into Rachel's spasming pussy.
In the corridor Anne bit her lip with frustration and slipped away to her room.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Anne boarded a plane to visit her Aunt Clarissa. When she arrived in mid-afternoon, it soon became obvious to Anne that Aunt Clarissa's house was a strange place..
Aunt Clarissa lived in the house with Uncle Harold and their son Quincy and a handyman named Vernon.
The handyman was frightening. He was a huge man and he looked strong enough to tear the house down. Anne did not like the way he looked at her. He made her flesh crawl.
For that matter, they all looked at her in a strange way. They welcomed her with pleasant talk and smiles, but the way they looked at her made Anne cringe.
She hoped she was imagining things. She'd looked forward to this visit. It was good to get away from her brother and that tramp Rachel. Anne had always thought Clarissa was a righteous woman and she hoped she might find tranquility in Clarissa's house. She hoped they would pray together. She hadn't seen her aunt since she was a child and she needed the understanding of an older woman.
Aunt Clarissa was a tall and stately woman with a beautiful face and figure. She had dark hair and dark eyes and whenever she looked at Anne the younger woman felt her aunt could see right through her forehead into her brain.
Uncle Harold was a pleasant-looking man who hardly said anything. He seemed more interested in his newspapers.
Her cousin Quincy was a strapping young boy who grinned at Anne for no reason at all and made her feel uncomfortable.
Anne hoped that when she got to know all of them better her feelings of uneasiness would disappear.
Since Anne was tired after her long trip, she withdrew to her room following an early dinner. She lay down on the bed and rested awhile. When she rose up again, she decided to ask Clarissa if she might borrow a book to read. She was astonished to find the door to her room was locked. She discovered she could not get out.
She decided that either the door was stuck and not locked or someone had mistakenly locked her in. She pounded on the door, expecting that someone would hear the pounding and rescue her, but nothing happened.
This is ridiculous, she thought. What could possibly be wrong? Did they really mean to keep her locked in her room? She decided to wait awhile and then pound the door again. Surely someone would hear her.
A few minutes passed, and then suddenly a key turned in the lock and the door opened. Clarissa entered the room and closed the door behind her.
Anne rushed to her aunt to explain her predicament, but after she finished complaining about the door Clarissa smiled and said, "It was locked on purpose. The door to this room locks from the outside. Whenever you're in this room, you'll be locked in. That's a rule in this house."
"I don't understand," Anne said.
"There's no need to understand. It's a rule like other rules. You simply go along with it. Now, tell me what you've been doing with yourself all these years. Have you been righteous and God-fearing? Have you been a good Christian?" "Yes, of course."
"No sinful acts? Isn't there something you'd like to confess to me about? Confession cleanses the soul, my child. It's important that you tell me about yourself."
Anne blushed. "I don't know what you mean."
Clarissa smiled. "No yielding to temptations?"
"I try to obey the Lord's will."
"I'm sure you do. Come now, child, you've had a long day and it's time for your bath. After a hot bath you'll sleep well."
Anne agreed it would be nice to have a hot bath. There was no need to leave the room because there was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom. But she did expect Clarissa to leave. Instead, Clarissa sat down in a chair near the bed and waited for Anne to undress.
"Hurry," Clarissa said. "I want to see you in bed and I have things to do."
Anne did not understand why her aunt was treating her like a child, but she decided it would be hopeless to argue the matter with Clarissa. Since they were both women, what was the harm if she undressed in front of her aunt?
She was conscious of Clarissa's eyes on her as she slipped out of her clothes. When she was down to her bra and panties, she hesitated. Clarissa saw the hesitation and a stern look came into her face.
"Get on with it," Clarissa said. "I'm losing patience, child."
Reaching behind her, Anne unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her tits. She saw the strange glitter in her aunt's eyes and she was suddenly afraid. She half-turned away from Clarissa when she peeled her panties off. A moment later she hurried into the bathroom to have her bath.
Clarissa followed Anne into the bathroom. "You have a lovely body," Clarissa said. "My guess is you've been tempted by the Devil more than once. I know all about what happened to you when you were a girl. Four boys, wasn't it? I'm sure they left the Devil in you."
Anne protested. "I've never been with a man since then," she said. She climbed into the tub now, eager for the chance to partially cover her nakedness. "I keep away from men. I've led a pure life, Aunt Clarissa, really I have."
Clarissa scoffed. "Do you ever play with yourself? No fingers down there in that pretty pussy?"
Anne blushed. "Sometimes I can't help it. I always pray for the Lord's forgiveness afterwards."
Clarissa chuckled. "You're a sinner, my child. Whether or not you pray afterwards doesn't matter."
Then finally Clarissa turned away.
A sigh of relief escaped Anne's lips when she heard Clarissa say, "All right, I'll leave you now. Have your bath and then get a good night's sleep. We'll see each other again in the morning."
They said goodnight to each other and then Anne heard the door close and the lock turn. Once again she was locked in the room.
What's going on? Anne thought. She lay back in the hot tub and wondered about her aunt. After awhile she left the tub and dried her body and crawled into bed to sleep.
She slept fitfully. She had a night of bad dreams and in the morning she was awakened by the door opening and Vernon entering the room carrying a breakfast tray.
Anne was disturbed to see this giant of a man so close to her bed when she lay there under the covers wearing nothing but a nightgown.
Once again she was frightened by the way Vernon looked at her. He looked at her as though he could see her naked. When at last he left the room, she shivered with relief.
Shortly after Anne finished her breakfast, a key turned in the door and Vernon entered the room again. This time he was accompanied by Clarissa.
Anne greeted her aunt. She noticed Clarissa was carrying what looked like a riding crop and she wondered about it. Did Clarissa ride horses?
Vernon removed the breakfast tray from the bed and put it on a small table. Then he looked at Clarissa, and Clarissa nodded. A moment later Anne screamed as the covers were ripped off the bed and her body was surrounded by Vernon's powerful arms.
She struggled and cried out as Vernon turned her over on her belly and pulled her nightgown up to uncover her ass.
"Keep quiet!" Clarissa hissed.
Anne wailed with pain as Clarissa suddenly lashed the whip she carried across Anne's naked ass.
Again and again the whip struck her asscheeks. The stinging pain was unbearable. She cried out and sobbed as the strokes continued.
Then it stopped. She lay there on the bed limp and exhausted, her tears streaming down her face. She put up no struggle as Vernon handled her like a rag doll. Before long she found her arms and legs bound in chains. Then a ball of some kind was stuffed into her mouth and tied in place behind her head.
She was a prisoner. She was at their mercy. She was caught in some fiendish design of her Aunt Clarissa. She lay there and prayed, afraid to open her eyes, afraid to face the knowledge this was not a dream.
She heard the door close and then suddenly her face was slapped. When she opened her eyes she found herself alone with Clarissa.
"That's better," Clarissa said. "I want you to look at me when I talk to you. Did the whipping hurt?"
Unable to speak because of the ball stuffing her mouth, Anne nodded.
"Good," Clarissa said. "You deserved it. I hope you remember how much it hurt the next time you think of disobeying me. You belong to us now. You exist only for the amusement of this house. No one will help you, is that clear? No one. You'll be a pretty diversion. We haven't had one as pretty as you in a long time."
Clarissa then proceeded to shred Anne's nightgown until she was naked. The older woman smiled as she gazed at Anne's bound and gagged body. "You're lovely," Clarissa said.
She took one of Anne's nipples between her fingers and pinched it. She laughed as Anne squirmed and rolled her eyes up because of the pain.
"Lovely tits," Clarissa said. "The men will want to suck on these and of course you'll let them. You'll have no choice, will you, darling? Is there anything you want at the moment? What's that? You can't talk, can you? Inconvenient, isn't it? What is it you want? You're looking down at your pussy. And the bathroom. Oh, I see. You need to use the bathroom, is that it?"
Clarissa chuckled as she finally understood what Anne wanted. Anne shuddered as her aunt helped her to her feet, helped her hobble across the room to the toilet.
Clarissa pushed down on Anne's shoulders and Anne was forced to sit.
"Go on," Clarissa said. "Do whatever you have to do. Don't be bashful."
Anne could not believe what was happening to her was real. There she was sitting naked on a toilet with her aunt standing in front of her. She had a full bladder and a need to pee, but with Clarissa there she found it impossible to do it.
Clarissa sensed Anne's problem and suddenly slapped the younger woman's face. "Piss, you idiot! Do it before I lose patience with you!"
Anne finally relaxed enough to pee. Her face turned scarlet as her eyes met her aunt's. Anne had never known such a feeling of intense shame.
"Open your legs," Clarissa smirked. "Let me have a look at your pussy."
When Anne did nothing, Clarissa grabbed one of the younger woman's tits and brutally pinched her nipple. Anne sobbed and opened her legs to expose her cunt.
Clarissa reached down, slipped her hand between Anne's thighs to fondle her cuntlips. Anne quivered with embarrassment as she peed on her aunt's probing fingers.
"Lovely," Clarissa said when Anne finished. "Now get into the bathtub, darling. I have a present for you."
Anne was puzzled as she climbed into the bathtub. The chains made it difficult and she had to move carefully to avoid falling. She had no idea what Clarissa wanted now. She turned to face her aunt and was amazed to see Clarissa removing her skirt and panties.
Naked below the waist, her thick bush of dark cunt hair in sharp contrast to the ivory white of her skin, Clarissa faced Anne and smiled. "Get down," Clarissa said. "Down on your back, darling."
Anne lay down in the tub. She knew it was useless to resist. She was afraid Clarissa might hurt her if she refused to do as she was told.
Clarissa climbed into the tub now. She faced Anne, straddled her body and then moved forward to squat over Anne's face. Reaching down, Clarissa pulled the ball-gag out of Anne's mouth and said, "What do you think is going to happen?"
"I don't know," Anne whispered.
Clarissa chuckled, patted Anne's cheek, and suddenly a stream of hot piss gushed out of Clarissa's hairy cunt to splash on Anne's upturned face.
Anne closed her eyes, moaning and squirming as her aunt's piss poured over her head. Then Clarissa grabbed Anne's nose, forcing Anne to open her mouth. Positioning her cunt over the target, Clarissa pissed directly into Anne's mouth until Anne finally fainted.
CHAPTER THREE
When Anne opened her eyes, she found herself back on her bed. She was not alone. Now Vernon was in the room. He sat in a chair near the bed with his gaze on her body.
She blushed when she realized she was naked. She tried to cover her body, but she still had the chains on and she was unable to move. She had to remain totally stripped while Vernon leered at her nakedness.
Vernon smiled at her when their eyes met.
He watched her struggle with the chains. He chuckled when she finally gave up and closed her eyes with bitter resignation.
But her eyes flew open again when she felt Vernon's huge hand on her belly. She was frightened. She wanted to scream, but she had the gag in her mouth and the only sound she could make was a feeble moan.
Vernon's hand slowly moved from her belly to her tits. He grazed his palm gently over the swell of her tits. His huge fingers explored the shape of her nipples.
"Nice tits," Vernon said. "I like a girl with nice tits. You sure got nice ones." He suddenly leaned over and took one of her nipples between his teeth.
Anne cringed and held her breath. The fear brought a cold sweat to her forehead. He was an animal. She was afraid he might suddenly go berserk and bite her nipple off.
But in a moment Vernon's teeth were replaced by his lips and tongue and he began sucking her tit.
The fear of having her nipple bitten off was gone, but now she had the embarrassment of a strange man's mouth sucking her tit-flesh. She told herself she wanted to die.
After a while Vernon pulled his mouth away from her tits and once again put his hand on her belly. This time his hand moved down to her cunt-bush. She was mortified. She kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt his fingers probe between her cuntlips to find her cunthole. She lurched on the bed as one of his thick fingers drilled deep inside her pussy.
Oh, God help me, she thought. This monster had his finger all the way inside her cunt and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all. She was completely at his mercy. Even without her chains, he could easily kill her with his bare hands. With one bare hand. His fingers wriggled inside her cunt, slid in and out, stretching her pussy-hole without regard for her feelings.
Suddenly Vernon pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and said, "You like my finger in there?"
Anne groaned. "Please, Vernon, don't do it. I beg you!"
He chuckled and screwed his finger more forcefully in and out of her cunthole. "Mrs. Blake says it's all right if I touch you."
Mrs. Blake was her Aunt Clarissa. Anne wondered what kind of madhouse she was in. Maybe they were all crazy. Maybe she had stumbled into the house of the Devil. All these years she'd thought her mother's sister was a saintly woman, but now she knew how evil Clarissa really was. Could she bluff Vernon?
"I'm sure my aunt meant you could touch me somewhere else, Vernon. That's a very private place and you're hurting me. Did my aunt give you permission to hurt me?"
"She said I could touch your pussy. It's a nice pussy. Vernon likes a nice pussy. You got lots of hair down there. Vernon likes that."
Oh, God, she thought. I'm locked in here with an animal. I'm chained to the bed and he can do anything he wants with me.
Vernon finally pulled his finger out of her cunt. He sniffed it and then wiped it on his pants. Anne blushed and tried to look away.
"Mrs. Blake wants you to get dressed," Vernon said. "I brought some clothes." He pointed at a carton on one of the chairs.
Anne groaned. "How can I possibly get dressed when I'm tied up like this?"
"Mrs. Blake says I can take the chains off, but if you make any trouble she said I should hit you."
"I won't make any trouble, Vernon, I promise. Please get the chains off me."
"Okay," Vernon said, his hands working now to free her of the chains.
Then she remembered what Clarissa had done to her in the bathroom. She remembered how Clarissa had pissed on her. "Please, Vernon," she said, "can I take a shower? It won't take long. I promise I won't give you any trouble. Just let me take a shower."
Vernon looked at her and then he shrugged. "Sure, why not? You got to have a shower before you get dressed. Just don't make any trouble."
When the chains were finally off and untangled, she hurried into the bathroom. She scrubbed herself under the shower, soaped her body completely once and then did it all over again. When she finally came out of the bathroom again, she felt much better. Now at least she was clean.
The clothes Vernon had brought her were not her own clothes. There was some underwear and a dress and a pair of shoes. The shoes had very high heels. She never wore shoes like that, and when she tried them on the first time she could hardly stand in them. But Vernon insisted she had to wear them. He leered at her as she dressed. There was nothing she could do about it and she did her best to ignore him. She put on the garter belt and the stockings and the panties and the bra and finally the dress. The dress was pretty. She straightened out the dress in the mirror and then she stepped into the high-heeled pumps.
"You look pretty," Vernon said.
He was right. She did look pretty. She almost looked like another woman. The shoes and the dress gave her an air of sexuality she'd never had before.
After she finished dressing, Vernon chained her to the bed again. She tried to talk him out of it, but it was no use. He had his orders. He ran his hand under her dress and squeezed her cunt one last time. Then he left the room and locked her in.
She lay there waiting. She knew Clarissa hadn't wanted her dressed for nothing. There was a reason Clarissa had wanted her dressed up in fancy underwear and a pretty dress and high heels. Once again chained to the bed, she lay there fearful of what the future would bring.
Twenty minutes passed, and then the door was unlocked and opened and Uncle Harold walked in.
Vernon had not replaced the gag in Anne's mouth, and now she began pleading with Uncle Harold to stop this madness and unchain and let her go home. She promised that if he helped her escape she would not make any trouble for them.
But Uncle Harold shook his head. "I can't do it," he said. "You'd better forget about that."
"Please, Uncle Harold! I thought you cared for me! You always said I was your favorite niece."
He ignored her pleading. He stood by the bed and looked her up and down and smiled Then he sat down in the chair Vernon had used and he ran his hands over her tits.
Anne wanted to crawl into a hole. This was not Vernon, an animal and a stranger. This was her Uncle Harold and he was toying with her tits the way she imagined a husband would toy with his wife. Except they were not married and they were uncle and niece. It's incest she thought. He's forcing me to commit incest The dress had a V-neck, and now Harold slipped his hand inside the neckline to fondle her tits through the material of her lightweight bra. She blushed when he found her nipples and rolled them until they were stiff.
"Clarissa says you've got juicy tits," he chuckled.
"Uncle Harold, if you help me escape from here I'll let you do anything you want. I'll let you suck my tits. Would you like that? Help me escape and I'll let you do it."
He smiled. "I can do it anyway. But not now. I'll get some of these chains off and you get on your knees."
"On my knees?"
"That's right."
She hoped he would unchain her enough so that maybe she could hit him over the head and run. But he only removed two of the chains. It made it possible for her to kneel on the bed on all fours, but there was no way she could escape.
Harold now moved behind her. She groaned as she felt him lift her dress to her waist to expose her ass.
She remained perfectly still. The panties were almost transparent and she was afraid to move for fear she would show him more than he could already see.
Then she gasped with dismay as she felt his hands on her ass. He palmed her asscheeks, then squeezed her ass-flesh. She closed her eyes, listened to the pounding of her heart and hoped that somehow this nightmare would end.
She cried out when he pulled her panties down. She couldn't help it. The humiliation of having her ass exposed to a man like this was too much to bear. She cried out and Harold immediately slapped her ass vigorously. He slapped both asscheeks, one after the other, a dozen slaps, until the pain outweighed the humiliation and she stopped wailing.
"That's better," Uncle Harold said. "Keep your mouth shut if you don't want to get spanked again. Or maybe you want that gag in your mouth. Is that what you want? I don't like to have you gagged, but if you don't keep quiet I'll shove that ball down your throat."
"I promise I won't make any noise," she sobbed. She hated the ball-gag and she would do almost anything to keep it out of her mouth.
Now that her creamy ass was bare, Harold ran his hands over her naked asscheeks. Then his fingers moved down to the pouch of her pussy and he tickled her cuntlips with his fingertips. He chuckled when she squirmed under his touch. He ran a finger up and down between her cuntlips and then pushed it inside her cunthole. She was still wet from the probing Vernon had given her, and Harold was pleased she already had some juice in her hole.
She remained motionless as Harold fingered her cunthole. Then she gasped as she felt another finger tickling her asshole. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his finger slowly squeezed its way inside her shithole.
Oh, God, she thought. I'm suffering every possible form of degradation here. What have I done to deserve this?
Harold had fingers in both holes now, one finger in her ass and one finger in her cunt. He slid his fingers in and out of her cunthole and asshole, fingerfucking both holes until she wanted to die with shame.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of her cunt and ass and brought his hand around to her face. "Lick them clean," he grunted.
She thought she'd faint. She could smell herself on his fingers. When she did nothing, Harold grabbed her neck with his free hand and shoved one of his fingers inside her mouth.
She sucked his finger. She had no choice. She knew that if she refused to do it he would beat her. She wasn't sure which finger she was sucking, the finger that had been in her ass or the one that had explored her cunt, but she thought she could taste her cuntjuice.
After a while Harold pulled the finger out of her mouth and made her clean the other one. This time she was sure. This finger had been in her ass and as she sucked it clean she prayed that a bolt of lightning would strike her and kill her dead on the spot.
When Harold was satisfied that his fingers were clean, he wiped his hand on her dress and patted her cheek. "You're a good girl," he said. "I'm going to fuck you now. I know you haven't been fucked in years, but don't put up a fuss."
"No!" she cried. "I don't want you to! Please, I beg you, leave me alone!"
Harold slammed the flat of his hand against her head and knocked her over. "You stupid bitch, I told you not to make a fuss. Now get up on your knees and show me that ass again. If you don't behave yourself I'll fuck your asshole until your head flies off."
The threat of having her asshole fucked was enough to quiet her down. She crawled in front of him on all fours again. Then she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress and raised her ass into the air.
"That's it," Harold chuckled. "My, what a pretty ass. And a nice cunt, too. You're wet, little Anne. You've got a lake of juice inside your cunt. But you've already tasted it, haven't you?" He slapped her ass again, not too hard, but just enough to make her wince.
Anne waited. Harold was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. She hoped he would rot in Hell for it. She knew the Lord would forgive her. She had not asked for this. She had come to this house as an innocent woman.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she suddenly felt Harold's cock rubbing up and down between her asshole and cunthole. She knew it was his cock and not his finger. She could tell by the feel of it and heat of his cockhead. It had to be his cock. Now she could feel it pushing between her cuntlips. Then the mouth of her cunthole was stretched and she groaned as what felt like a long thick sausage slid inside her cunt-channel.
"Oh, yes," Harold said. "You've got a hot little pussy, girl. Oh, my, yes. What a tight little cunt! Does it feel good? Do you like Uncle Harold's cock in your tight little cunt?"
Anne groaned as he began fucking her with a steady rhythm. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her cunt-channel. She was ashamed that her cunt had lubricated for him. She held still, determined not to move, determined not to show any sign of involvement. Uncle Harold was raping her and she would not allow him to think it was anything else. She hated it. She hated the feel of his thick cock stretching her sensitive pussy-flesh. She hated the feel of his hairy balls slapping against her clit. When he shot his load of filthy spunk in her cunt, she would hate that too.
Please, God, forgive me, she thought.
Then Harold came. A croaking sound came out of his throat as he began spurting his jism. He pumped what seemed like a gallon of cock-cream into her almost virginal pussy. When he was finished, he fell forward on her back and crushed her under his weight.
Anne closed her eyes and sobbed into the mattress.
CHAPTER FOUR
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.
CHAPTER FIVE
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.
CHAPTER SIX
Anne had ten miserable days in the Vinson house. Arthur fucked her ass and cunt and mouth repeatedly. He seemed insatiable. They made her walk around with hardly any clothes on, and whenever she was in the same room with him he would sooner or later get to fucking her. Her asshole was always sore and she couldn't get the taste of his jism out of her mouth.
During the week she was forced to be particularly attentive to Arthur as soon as he came home from his office. His routine was to strip his clothes off and sit in an easy chair in the living room while Anne knelt between his legs. She had to suck his cock and balls and lick his asshole until he became tired of it. Sometimes he would come in her mouth and sometimes he would just push her away with his foot.
Dorothy also demanded special attention. Looking after Dorothy was much worse than looking after Arthur. Dorothy was fiendish. Anne had to clean Dorothy's cunt and ass every time Dorothy went to the bathroom. The routine was always the same. Anne would follow Dorothy into the bathroom and kneel at her feet while she sat on the toilet. When Dorothy was finished, she would present her cunt for Anne to lick or turn around to expose her ass. Anne became very familiar with the taste of Dorothy's ass.
On occasion Dorothy took Anne down to he basement and repeated the beastly thing she did on the first day. Anne had to take a load of Dorothy's shit on her face, gather it up into a plastic bag. Then she had to clean Dorothy's asshole with her tongue. Sometimes Dorothy became very turned on while Anne was cleaning her asshole, and then Anne had to lick Dorothy's cunt until the older woman came. Dorothy never had an orgasm like this one without at the end pissing in Anne's mouth. This ordeal was always the worst. Anne always prayed she would not have to go down to the basement with Dorothy.
After ten days of this horrible treatment, it was time for Anne to return to Clarissa. In the morning Arthur prepared to drive Anne back to Clarissa's house. For the last time, Dorothy took Anne down to the basement and shit and pissed all over her. Afterward Anne took a hot shower to clean up, and then she dressed and climbed into the car beside Arthur.
Anne breathed a sigh of relief as they backed out of the driveway. At least now there would be no more visits to the basement with Dorothy.
It was not a long drive to Clarissa's house, but half way there the car ran out of gas on a deserted side road. Arthur said he thought there was a gas station about a mile down the road, and he asked Anne to remain in the car while he walked there.
Anne sat daydreaming in the car, wondering where it would all end, when suddenly a van pulled up in front of the car and two rough-looking men got out and came walking towards her.
They asked her what the trouble was, and when she told them they looked at each other and grinned.
"You come with us," one of them said, grabbing her wrists.
She cried out and tried to pull away from him. A moment later his fist crashed into her face and she blacked out.
When Anne opened her eyes again, she found herself on the floor in the van, bound hand and foot with ropes. She bounced on the hard floor as the van roared over the bumpy road.
Ten minutes later the van stopped. The back door opened, and as Anne groaned and struggled with her captors, they carried her into a dilapidated house that was really no more than a shack.
They dumped her on a bare floor. One of the men left the room. The other man approached Anne and straddled her head. He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. "Suck it," he said. "Get it in your mouth and suck it."
"I certainly won't," she said. "You can't do this to me, I'll have you arrested for kidnapping!"
As soon as she said that, she wished she hadn't. His eyes turned angry. His lips curled back. He held his cock in his hand and pointed it at her face.
"You stupid bitch," he snapped, "we'll teach you how to follow orders!"
He suddenly began pissing on her face. She could hardly move because of the ropes binding her body, and she could not prevent his thick yellow stream of piss from splashing against her nose and eyes and mouth. His piss streamed down from her face and ran over her neck and shoulders and inside her dress.
She gasped at the sharp stink of his piss. She moaned and twisted her face away as he shook the last drops of piss off the tip of his cock.
At that moment the other man returned to the room and began giggling crazily when he saw what had happened. "Jesus Christ, Luke, what the hell you doing?"
Luke shrugged. "I just pissed in her face, that's what I'm doing. Maybe you ought to do it too. Come on, Joey, come on over here and let her have it. Let the bitch have a gallon of piss in her face. Maybe that'll teach her how to behave."
Giggling again, Joey came to stand over Anne. He pulled a long white prick out of his pants and waved it back and forth over Anne's face. She cringed and prayed, but it did no good. The hot stream of piss suddenly gushed out of Joey's pisshole to splash over her face and neck and shoulders.
Now she was thoroughly drenched with the piss of these two strangers and she wanted to die.
When Joey at last moved away, Luke straddled her face again. He pushed his cock and balls at her mouth and demanded that she suck his raunchy-smelling prick.
"You better do a good job," he said. "Unless you want us to beat the living shit out of you."
He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her face against his cock.
Anne finally opened her mouth to accept his cockmeat. His cock tasted of piss and stale jism. He pushed forward and she had no choice but to suck his cockshaft deep inside her mouth. She felt the throbbing of his cock and the swelling of his cockhead as it filled with blood. She felt completely degraded. There she was on the filthy floor of a shack, drenched in piss and sucking the cock of a bum who probably hadn't had a bath in a year.
Luke pulled her hair and slapped her head a few times when he thought she wasn't doing a good job. Anne was afraid he would hurt her. She sucked and nursed at his thick prick, filling her mouth with his hot cockflesh.
Dear God, please let me die! she thought. She felt his cock growing until his pulsating cockhead pressed at the back of her throat. When he pushed forward, she relaxed her throat muscles and the knob of his cock pushed inside her throat without mercy. Her lips were now gripping the base of his cock and her nose was buried in his smelly cock-bush. His hairy balls slapped against her chin each time he lurched forward to bury his cock deeper into her mouth.
His hot prick slid back and forth over her tongue. His cock had a sharp and musky taste. She was used to the taste of a cock by now, but the taste of this one was sharper than that of the others she had recently had in her mouth.
He fucked her mouth with a steady rhythm now. His fingers gripped her head as he pumped his prick at her face. Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath.
He untied some of the ropes that bound her and stripped her clothes. Wherever he had difficulty with her clothes, he simply cut the cloth with a razor sharp knife. She shuddered as he teased her by touching the point of the knife to her heaving tits. "Maybe I'll cut you," he said. "It depends on how good a fuck you are."
He pushed her knees up until her cunt gaped open. He slammed his cock inside her pussy with a single hard thrust. His hands grabbed her ass and he began screwing his prick in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer.
He drove into her cunt with vicious strokes that rattled her bones. Each plunge of his cock jammed his prick to the hilt inside her wide-open cunt. He grunted and called her vile names. He said she was good for nothing but fucking. He said she was nothing but a hairy hole ready to be filled with cockmeat. He slammed his cock in and out of her cunt until she thought her poor bedraggled pussy would be pulverized.
Joey now came over to them. Anne saw that Joey had his clothes off and his cock in his hand. He stroked his prick as he watched Luke fuck her cunt. She groaned as she watched his fingers pull his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock.
Luke finally pulled his prick from Anne's gaping cunt and rose to his feet. "Okay, fuck her," he said to Joey. "Her cunt's as hot as a furnace. Watch out she doesn't burn your prick off!"
The men laughed. They picked her up and draped her belly-down over the back of a torn easy chair. Luke moved around in front of her head and Joey positioned himself behind her ass.
"Guess where I'm going," Joey grinned.
Luke guffawed. "Right up her ass, that's where you're going. She can suck my cock while you plug her shitter."
Anne felt Joey's hands stroking her naked asscheeks. Luke pulled her face over his throbbing cock. He held her ears with his fingers and forced his cockhead inside her mouth.
She gagged as his fat cock blocked her throat, but then she managed to adjust her breathing as he began fucking her face.
Joey's fingers probed her asscrack until he located her tightly clenched asshole. He pressed his thumb against her shitter and at the same time pushed two fingers inside her steaming cunthole. Then he lowered his face to her ass. He began licking and nibbling at her asscheeks as his fingers worked inside her cunt and ass.
His hot tongue swirled over the creamy flesh of her asscheeks, and then it moved into the crack of her ass and lapped up and down over her asshole.
She quivered as she gulped and sucked at Luke's thrusting cock. His heavy balls slapped at her chin each time he drove his prick into her face.
She was uncertain what to do. She hated giving them any pleasure, but at the same time she knew that if she could bring them both to a climax as fast as possible, they might leave her alone after that.
She tightened the ring of her lips around Luke's pistoning cock. She tasted his hot cockflesh on her tongue as Joey continued lapping at her asshole.
God forgive me, she thought. The feel of that tongue on her asshole was getting to her.
Now Joey stopped licking her ass and positioned his cockhead against her dripping bunghole. Anne moaned as the knob of his cock squeezed inside her stretched brownie. He pushed forward, his cockshaft sliding inside her ass, his massive prick stuffing her bowels.
She rolled her eyes up and moaned. Her ass felt as though she had a baseball bat slamming at her guts.
As Joey brutally stuffed her ass with his cock, Luke pumped his prick in and out of her wide-open mouth. The two fuckpoles rammed in and out of the two ends of her body, one cock going in as the other came out.
Her asshole burned now as Joey's thick cock sawed in and out of her bung. His hands gripped her asscheeks, pulling them wide apart so that he could get every inch of his prick inside her steaming ass.
Gazing down at his cockshaft sliding in and out of her stretched shitter, Joey grinned and pinched her asscheeks with his fingers. Then he slipped his fingers underneath his swinging balls to find her cunt. He pulled and pinched her cuntlips as he stroked his cock in and out of her hot ass.
"It's great!" Joey croaked. "She's got a great little asshole! I could fuck this hole for a week!"
Anne was almost unconscious. She expected her asshole was torn and bleeding. Her mouth was numb from the constant ramming by Luke's cock. She wanted to die.
And then suddenly they were coming. Joey went over the top first, gripping her asscheeks with his big hands and emptying his balls inside her shitter. Spurt after spurt of hot jism splashed against the walls of her shit-tube and then squeezed out of her stretched asshole to drip down her thighs.
Luke slammed his cock into her mouth one last time and froze as he started shooting. Globs of his thick spunk cascaded down her gulping throat. He kept coming, his jism continuing to spurt out of his cockhead, and she had to swallow convulsively to keep from choking.
When they were finished with her, they dragged her out into the yard. They climbed into their van and drove away. An hour later Arthur Vinson found her lying there in the dirt, her hands and feet still tied, her mouth and asshole still leaking ropey jism.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"That's the girl," Clarissa said. "Don't be bashful. Get your tongue right in there."
They were in Clarissa's bedroom. Clarissa sat in a small armchair with her legs draped over the arms and her cunt and ass exposed. It was nine o'clock in the morning and Anne's job this morning, as every morning, was to clean her aunt's cunt and ass.
Continuing her despair, holding back the urge to fling herself on the floor and weep, Anne lapped her tongue up and down between her aunt's thick hairy cuntlips.
Clarissa had pissed just before Anne had arrived in the room, and Annie could taste it on her tongue. She was thankful that this morning she'd escaped having Clarissa piss in her mouth when she left her bed. That disgusting procedure was the usual morning routine and Anne hated every moment of it.
"Now do the other place," Clarissa said. Her hands pushed at Anne's head to get Anne's mouth down to her asshole.
Anne reluctantly moved lower down, but she was too slow. Clarissa's hand whipped across her face. Anne cried out from the pain of the stinging slap.
"You lazy slut!" Clarissa hissed. "I won't have that! I won't have you dawdling! Get your silly little tongue in my ass!"
Anne whimpered as she hurried to obey. Clarissa could be a fury when she was angry. It was better to do as she was told, no matter how much she hated it.
Anne licked her aunt's asshole, thoroughly washing it with her saliva. Clarissa had a well-used bunghole that opened like a flower under the soft caress of Anne's wet tongue. It's like another cunt, Anne thought. A woman really had two holes and they both could be fucked by a cock or a finger or sucked by a mouth. She had never realized that until this horrible period in her life had begun.
"That's good," Clarissa said. "You're learning, Anne. I think you're discovering how lucky you are. Not many people are fortunate enough to find out about themselves. That's it, darling, suck my ass just like that. I love it when your tongue is inside. Lord, how lovely! Can you feel it when I grab your tongue with my asshole? Later you'll do it to Quincy. He loves having a tongue in his ass. I trained him, you know. I began sucking my baby's ass when he was just a kid. Oh, you little minx, I'm going to come!"
Anne thought Clarissa was completely mad. She believed all that about Quincy. They were all crazy in this house.
Now Clarissa was coming. Anne kept her tongue inside her aunt's twitching asshole, nibbling on Clarissa's elastic grommet and fucking her tongue in and out of the older woman's shitter.
Clarissa shuddered as she came. Hot cunt-juice gushed out of her cunthole to wash over Anne's nose.
After Clarissa finished coming, Anne had to wipe and dry her crotch with a towel.
Then Clarissa said, "Have these past weeks changed your mind about sex?"
"I don't know what you mean," Anne said.
"When you first came here, you were very inhibited, almost like a silly virgin."
"I hate it here. I think you're all beasts!"
Clarissa laughed. She raised her leg and planted her foot on Anne's face and pushed. Anne cried out as she went flying onto the floor. "You're a fool," Clarissa said. "Now sit down over there and open your legs. I'm going to shave that pretty little pussy. Quincy will be at you later and I want all that hair completely gone."
Anne was so shocked she did not know what to say. She meekly sat down in the chair and opened her legs. Clarissa soon appeared before her with a pair of scissors and a safety razor and a soap dish. Kneeling at Anne's feet, Clarissa began soaping her niece's pussy.
It didn't take long. Anne quivered as she watched her pussy-hair disappear. Soon Clarissa was wiping Anne clean with a towel and when the towel was finally removed there was her pink pussy so hairless and sweet and virginal-looking.
"That's lovely," Clarissa smiled, and the next moment she swooped down and began licking and sucking her niece's freshly shaved twat.
Anne threw her head back and groaned. The feel of her aunt's hot tongue on her smooth cuntflesh was too much to bear. A great shudder ran through her body each time Clarissa's tongue whipped over her clit.
When Clarissa finally pulled her mouth away from Anne's pussy, she had Anne's cunt-juice on her lips. Anne blushed as she watched her aunt lick her lips to get all of her juice into her mouth.
She's like a vampire, Anne thought. She sucks the juices out of my pussy the way a vampire sucks blood.
Clarissa forced Anne to sit there with her legs spread while she called Quincy. Within minutes the boy entered the room in response to his mother's bidding. He grinned at the sight of Anne with her legs wide open and her bald pussy exposed.
"What do you think of it?" Clarissa said to her son.
"I like it," Quincy said.
Turning to Anne, Clarissa said, "Play with it, darling. Show Quincy how you play with your pussy."
Anne balked. Then she saw the whip that had suddenly appeared in Clarissa's hand and she hurried to obey.
Blushing with embarrassment, Anne slipped a hand between her thighs and ran her fingers back and forth over her smooth cuntlips. Her pussy felt totally strange.
She gradually worked her fingers between her cuntlips. She closed her eyes and began stroking her clit and cunthole. Damn them to hell, she thought. The Lord would forgive her because He knew she was forced to do this. She quivered with shame as she realized how exposed and vulnerable she was.
Quincy and Clarissa watched Anne frig her pussy awhile, and then Clarissa told her son to fetch a large pan from the kitchen. "We'll have a little performance," Clarissa chuckled, "and lovely Anne will be the star!"
Anne was mystified. She wondered what new horror Clarissa had in store for her. When she tried to close her legs now that Quincy was gone, Clarissa lashed the whip across her tits and thighs until she screamed and opened her legs again.
Dear God, Anne thought, why don't you help me?
When Quincy returned with a large pan, Clarissa told him to put it on the floor. Then she looked at Anne and smiled and told Anne to squat over the pan and piss.
"Quincy likes to watch that," Clarissa said. "I want you to turn him on."
"I won't do it!" Anne groaned, and then she sobbed as the whip struck viciously across her wide open crotch.
Anne finally left the chair and squatted over the pan. She closed her eyes and told herself she had no choice. She pretended she was alone. She pretended these beastly people were not there to watch her humiliation.
A small fart suddenly escaped Anne's asshole and she blushed furiously. Quincy and Clarissa laughed at her, and Clarissa once again ordered her to piss.
She finally did it. A hot stream of piss at last gushed out of her pussy to splatter into the pan. She thought she would die with shame. To have her teenage cousin watch her piss like this was unbearably degrading.
The stream of piss soon became a trickle and then a series of drops and then it stopped. Anne thought she was finished with their horrible game, but Clarissa refused to let her get up.
"My legs hurt!" Anne wailed.
"I don't care about your legs," Clarissa spat. "I want you to shit now. Entertain us with a few turds in the pan."
Anne paled and shuddered. She knew she could do nothing. She had to obey Clarissa or risk a whipping or even worse.
She found it difficult to shit at first. She was too upset. Then she tried to relax. She had to shit anyway. She hadn't done it since yesterday and she had enough inside to give them something to look at. They're animals, she thought. Anyone who likes to look at shit is an animal. A moment later the first hot turd began squeezing out of her asshole and both Clarissa and Quincy clapped their hands with approval.
Quincy's cock was now hard and his eyes hot with lust. He had watched his mother shitting a hundred times. He'd watched his mother's asshole stretching to deliver turd after turd of hot shit. But this was more exciting because he'd never watched Anne do it. This was something new.
After that Anne was allowed to rise up. She was made to carry the pan filled with her shit and piss to a corner of the room. When she returned to Clarissa and Quincy, she found Quincy kneeling on his mother's bed with his ass in the air.
"Suck his asshole," Clarissa said. "If you do a good job of it, maybe I won't whip you."
With a heavy heart, Anne climbed onto the bed behind "Quincy's upraised ass. With Clarissa watching her like a hawk, she had no choice but to put some energy into her work.
She began by running her tongue over his asscheeks, licking each cheek until it was wet with her saliva. Then she gradually worked her mouth into the crack of his ass, down over his asshole to his hanging balls.
She licked and sucked his hairy ball-bag, nibbled on the soft skin. She took his nuts into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked them.
Quincy moved his ass from side to side. He groaned with pleasure at the feel of her mouth on his balls. Then he grunted as her mouth finally left his nuts and moved up to his bunghole.
Anne lapped her tongue back and forth over the boy's brownie. She hated doing this to any of them, but Quincy at least had a tidy little asshole. Clarissa's hole looked as if a Mack truck ran through it twice a day.
After she had his asshole completely wet with her saliva, she fastened her mouth on his grommet and slowly pushed her tongue inside the tight ring of muscle.
Quincy groaned at the feel of Anne's hot tongue sliding into his ass. His stiff cock became even stiffer.
Clarissa smiled with approval at the way her son responded to Anne's tongue in his ass. She sat down beside Quincy's kneeling body and ran a hand under his belly to find his turgid cock. She fondled her son's prick and balls, running her thumb over his pisshole to smear his leaking cockjuice over his cock-knob.
"Good job," Clarissa finally said to Anne. "Now do that to me. Get me good and wet because I want his cock in there. I want Quincy to fuck my ass."
Anne shivered with revulsion at the idea of what she was about to witness. What greater sin could there be than Quincy fucking his mother's ass?
Clarissa now replaced her son on the bed. She knelt with her head and shoulders on the mattress and her ass high in the air.
Once again Anne moved behind an upraised ass, this time Clarissa's ass.
Anne licked and sucked Clarissa's ugly asshole. She made sure to release enough spit to thoroughly lubricate it. She did not want Clarissa angry at her because her asshole was not slick enough to take her son's cock.
Clarissa mewled with pleasure, squirming her ass against Anne's face. Her big tits hung down like cantaloupes. Her thick-lipped hairy cunt was drenched with her cunt-slime. She quivered with anticipation as she thought of having her son's cock reaming out her shithole.
At last Clarissa's asshole was ready for fucking. Anne pulled her mouth away from her aunt's bung and Quincy moved in behind his mother.
Anne crouched beside them to watch the filthy incestuous proceedings. How disgusting it was! Clarissa's oily asshole gaped like a brown mouth waiting to be filled. Filled by her son's cock!
Quincy was an old hand at fucking his mother's ass but it never failed to excite him. His mother's raunchy-looking butt always turned him on. She had a marvelous asshole. It was big enough to take his cock easily, but all the muscles were there and when she clamped down on his prick it was heaven.
Curling his fingers around his hard throbbing cock, the boy brought his cockhead to his mother's asshole and slowly squeezed it inside.
Anne watched it. It was not the first time she'd seen such a thing, but the sight of Clarissa's bunghole stretching to take Quincy's fat prick was still a wonder to her. She watched as the boy eased forward to bury the full length of his sturdy cock in his mother's ass.
A grunt came out of Clarissa's mouth when her son's cock was in her ass to the hilt with his balls slapping against her cuntlips. Clarissa squirmed her hips, screwing her asshole around on his thick cock. "Come on, honey," she said, "fuck Mommy's asshole!"
Gripping his mother's big ass with his hands, Quincy slowly drew his prick out of her shitter until no more than his cockhead was still inside her grommet. Then he pushed forward again, his eyes fixed on her stretched bunghole as his cock slid inside her shithole.
Anne was mesmerized by the sight. She had to admit there was a certain beauty to it. She bit her lip with excitement as she watched the boy's cock slide in and out of his mother's wide-open ass.
Quincy gradually increased the pace of his fucking. His hands gripped his mother's asscheeks. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her hot ass.
Clarissa could sense when her son was about to come. She bucked her ass at his thrusting prick. She clamped down on the shaft of his cock with the muscles of her asshole. She milked his prick with her shitter as he moved closer to his climax.
Finally Quincy came. He grunted and heaved as he shot his load in his mother's clutching ass. Clarissa's shithole sucked the jism out of his balls, emptied his nuts and made his eyes roll up with his pleasure.
When Quincy at last pulled his cock out of his mother's ass, Anne did not have to be told what to do. She curled her fingers under his balls and filled her mouth with his shit-streaked cock. She closed her eyes and sucked.
CHAPTER NINE
One afternoon Uncle Harold came to Anne's room while the others were out of the house.
She had seen Clarissa and Quincy and Vernon leave in Clarissa's car and she hoped that this afternoon she would be left alone.
But now here was Uncle Harold and it looked as though he intended some new horror for her. He had that look in his eyes.
She knew these people well by now. She could almost tell by one look at their faces how much suffering they intended for her.
Uncle Harold came into the room with some packages and a smile on his face.
At first he was nothing but friendly. He even asked her how she was getting on.
She replied with a mocking laugh. For the hundredth time she begged him to help her escape and for the hundredth time he refused.
"I can't do it," he said. "Clarissa would be as angry as hell if I let you get out of the house."
"Please, Uncle Harold! I can't take it any more! It's horrible!"
"No way, honey. Anyway, I'm enjoying your visit here so much, why the hell should I want to end it?"
They were both fully dressed, and as they sat there talking to each other she thought of all the filthy things she had already done with him. It seemed so strange to sit there and pretend they had a normal relationship.
Then, as they talked, Harold began looking at her in that way he had and she knew that he hadn't come to her room simply to talk. He spent a long time looking at her legs and it made her nervous. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, hoping she wasn't showing too much because there was still a chance he would get bored and leave her alone.
She soon realized there was no chance of that. He kept staring at her legs and running his tongue over his lips, and then finally he came right out and asked her to lift her dress. He said it would please him to see what she had under the dress. "Show me that pretty cunt," he said.
She could refuse, but she knew that if she did she might be in trouble. Uncle Harold was usually easy-going until he got riled up. Then he could be as bad as Clarissa. In some ways he was more fiendish than Clarissa. With Clarissa at least you always knew you were dealing with an evil fiend. With Uncle Harold there were times when it wasn't so clear how crazy he really was.
And so she lifted her dress. She pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist as she sat there facing him. She wore nothing under her dress, and she figured he probably already knew that. Aunt Clarissa did not let her wear underwear any more. She wore a skimpy garter belt to hold her stockings up, but her pussy was bare and now completely exposed to Uncle Harold's eyes.
He smiled and told her how pretty she was.
"You've got a pretty pussy. I'm glad Clarissa shaved it."
"It's embarrassing for me to sit here like this. Why do you make me do it? Why do you torture me like this?"
"A girl with a pretty pussy like that shouldn't hide it."
She blushed when he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He sat there with his eyes fixed on her naked cunt while his hand slowly stroked his thick prick.
She was thoroughly familiar with Uncle Harold's prick. She'd already had his cock in every hole in her body, in her mouth and her cunt and her ass. She wondered what more he could do to her. Maybe he wanted to shoot a wad of jism up her nose or in her ear.
He had a fat prick and looking at it now reminded her of how sinful they all were.
As she sat there with her cunt exposed to Uncle Harold's gaze, it occurred to her that maybe if she could really turn him on he would jerk off and she would be rid of him. At least he would have to rest awhile.
She slipped in both hands down to her pussy and pulled her cuntlips open to show him the pink meat of her cunt.
Uncle Harold was pleased. His eyes grew bright.
"You're my favorite niece," he said.
"I've always liked you too, Uncle Harold. Won't you help me get out of here?"
"I can't, honey. Let's see you put a couple of fingers in there. Spread your hole a little and stick your fingers inside."
She obliged him with the first one and then two and then three fingers. She screwed her fingers in and out of her cunt.
It wasn't long before her juices began to flow. When she pulled her fingers out of her twat to show the cunt juice on her hand, he smiled and said that really turned him on.
But he did not jerk off. She prayed he would pump his prick to a come, but he was too clever for that. As soon as he felt himself close to coming, he dropped his prick and let it hang there like a swaying baton.
Now Uncle Harold opened the box and pulled out some leather garments. He said these were some new things he'd bought downtown and he wanted her to try them on.
She had no choice. She slipped out of her dress. She stood before him naked except for her garter belt and stockings and shoes. Uncle Harold ran his hands over her body. He squeezed her tits and asscheeks and probed her wet cunt with his fingers. He made her spread her legs so that he could get his fingers inside her cunthole. She was embarrassed at how flooded her pussy was with cuntjuice.
She put on the leather bra and panties. The bra had holes cut out in front to show her nipples. The panties had a piece cut out in front to show her pussy and a bigger piece cut out in back to show her ass. The leather was black and shiny and Uncle Harold said he liked the way she looked.
Good for you, she thought. Why don't you crawl into a hole and leave me alone.
But of course he had no intention of leaving her alone. He told her to come with him and he led her out of the room.
She had no idea where he was taking her. When Uncle Harold fucked her, he usually did it in his room or her room. But they had already passed his room and now she was worried that maybe he was up to something weird today.
Sure enough, he took her up to the attic. She had never been up there, not with any of them, and after ten seconds in the place she was afraid of it. It was creepy. There were huge beams and rafters and trunks full of God knows what and a strange contraption in the middle that looked like a net attached to four posts.
"I'm going to tie you up," he said. "I don't want you making any trouble."
She cringed and thought about getting away, but Clarissa's whip had appeared in his hand and she knew how painful that whip could be. She nodded meekly. "All right, tie me up if you want, but please don't hurt me."
He laughed at that. "You're a stupid bitch, aren't you? I'm the one who decides whether
I'll hurt you or not."
"Please, Uncle Harold, please don't hurt me!"
He said she was nothing but a piece of shit in the house. As if to make sure she understood that, he lashed the whip across her nipples. The pain was so great she screamed and fell to the floor.
What happened next made her shudder with fear.
He attached leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and then he attached ropes to the cuffs and she found herself being pulled in four different directions.
The net somehow came under her body and she was raised in the air.
She thought the ropes pulling on her wrists and ankles would pull her into four pieces, but when she was stretched out to the maximum the pulling stopped.
She hung there stretched like a slab of meat between four posts in the attic, her body supported by the net, her arms and legs in terrible pain and her mind awhirl with fear and desperation.
Then some wheels began grinding overhead. Her legs were raised and slowly pulled over her head. Her wrists were raised and slowly pulled up to her ankles. Now her ass hung down in the net and there was no chance she could move even a single muscle.
Uncle Harold approached her now. Her ass hung suspended at the level of his cock. He had taken all his- clothes off and now he stroked his cock as he inspected the way she was trussed up like an animal caught by a hunter.
He ran his hands over her ass. His fingers found her cunthole and asshole and he slowly finger-fucked both holes until he had her moaning and her cunt leaking a flood of juice.
Then he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and ass and she cried out as she felt the first, lash of the whip across her asscheeks.
He whipped her in a frenzy and she thought surely she would die.
The pain was horrible. She lost track of how many strokes she'd had, and then suddenly she heard a trickling sound and she realized she was pissing from the pain and the fear.
Please, Lord, take me, she thought. I can't survive this.
He finally stopped whipping her ass. He left her a moment to rummage in one of the cartons in the attic. When he came back to her, he showed her a huge dildo, a frightening rubber cock at least a foot long.
She almost fainted when he told her he intended to shove it up her ass.
He was angry when she closed her eyes and he beat her across the ass with the dildo until she promised to keep her eyes open.
She begged him to let her down. "Fuck my ass," she cried, "but please don't put that horrible thing in me!"
He only laughed at her. "Shut your mouth," he said. "I'd like to see how much cock you can take up your ass." He said Clarissa had taken this rubber cock up her ass many times and maybe she ought to learn to do it too.
She was thankful he had the kindness to grease her asshole with Vaseline. She watched no with fearful eyes as he smeared Vaseline over the rubber cock.
Then he was behind her with the rubber cock, rubbing it over her asshole.
She held her breath and waited, and the next moment she felt the tip of the dildo entering her bung.
She felt her shitter stretch wide as the massive thing pushed into her bunghole.
It was like having a baseball bat shoved up her ass. No matter how many cocks she'd already had in her ass, this made all of them feel like fingers.
He continued pushing the massive rubber cock inside her ass until he had nearly all of it packed into her shitter.
Then she felt a cord being tied around her thighs and she realized he was fixing the dildo so it wouldn't come out of her ass. She might try shitting it out, but it would do no good.
The feel of that horrible thing in her ass drove her wild. She groaned and whimpered. She could hardly breathe. She hoped that somehow she would faint and not have to bear it any longer.
Then Uncle Harold moved in front of her and it became clear to her what his fiendish plan was.
He rubbed his cockhead back and forth between her swollen cuntlips until he found her cunthole. With a grunt he jammed his fat prick inside her pussy and grabbed her ass with his hands.
Her eyes rolled up. She now had her asshole packed with rubber and her cunthole packed with cock. Both holes were filled and stretched and she thought she would die.
Harold started fucking her. He told her how nice it felt to have his cock in a cunt tightened by a stuffed ass. He fucked his prick in and out of her pussy as his hands groped and squeezed her asscheeks. He rocked her back and forth, sliding her wet cunt on his cock, controlling every movement of her body in the way that gave him the most pleasure.
He finally came. She had saliva drooling out of her mouth when he finally shot his load inside her cunt.
At the end of the fuck his prick fell out of her slick pussy like a limp sausage.
When he untied the cord and pulled the rubber cock out of her ass, she farted loudly.
He laughed and pushed two fingers inside her gaping asshole and told her that next time he would shove the rubber cock in her cunt and fuck her butt.
CHAPTER TEN
A few days later Anne's life in her aunt's house underwent an important change. Clarissa traveled to a nearby town and brought back with her a girl.
The girl's name was Susan. She was a slender thing with large dark eyes and dark hair and smooth ivory skin. She seemed shy and she talked in almost a whisper. She said she was twenty-two, but Anne thought she looked more like a kid.
Susan was very pretty. Anne thought she'd never seen a prettier girl than Susan.
From the beginning, Anne realized the arrival of Susan in the house would change things for her. At first she did not know how, but then, on the second day of Susan's presence in the house, Clarissa called Anne to her room.
When Anne walked into her aunt's bedroom she was shocked to see Susan suspended from a ceiling rafter by her wrists with her ankles chained to rings in the floor.
Susan was completely naked. Anne was intrigued by the girl's slender body. Susan had small tits with large brown nipples and a thick bush of dark cunt hair completely covering her pussy.
Anne found herself envious of Susan's cunt-bush. Her own pussy was still completely shaved and she had come to miss her cunt hair.
Being strung up like that was evidently uncomfortable for Susan. She winced and groaned and twisted her body in her chains.
Although Susan was naked, Clarissa was not. She wore leather boots and a leather corset that pushed her big tits high and offered her nipples like ripe cherries. Between the black corset and the black boots she was naked, her big ass and hairy cunt completely exposed.
In her hand Clarissa held a whip. And now, to the surprise of Anne, she handed the whip to Anne and ordered her to beat Susan.
"Whip her ass," Clarissa said, "and make sure you do a good job of it."
Anne protested. She said she could never do such a thing. She said she could not bring herself to whip an innocent girl like Susan. She begged Clarissa to free Susan and herself.
Clarissa laughed and lashed the whip across Anne's ass. She said that if Anne did not get her clothes off and start whipping Susan immediately, she would be tortured in the worst manner possible. "I'll make you sleep with Vernon," Clarissa said. "Is that what you want? He'll fuck your ass until you can't walk."
Clarissa promised Anne that whatever she had experienced until now would be nothing compared with the pain she would feel.
Anne saw she had no choice but to do what Clarissa wanted. The idea of whipping Susan repelled her, but she had to do it.
With a heavy heart, Anne stripped her clothes off and took the whip in her hand.
Clarissa instructed Anne to first whip Susan's ass. Anne shuddered and moved around behind Susan's suspended body.
Susan's creamy skin was lovely. She had a round luscious ass with a deep split between her asscheeks. Her flesh looked tender and sensitive and Anne guessed Susan would feel horrible pain when she was whipped.
And I'm the one who'll be doing it, Anne thought. She was about to do something she had never done before and she had a queasy feeling in her stomach.
Finally Anne raised her arm and struck the first blow. The whip sliced across Susan's plump ass, leaving a red welt across both asscheeks.
Susan screamed and tossed her body from side to side.
Clarissa urged Anne to continue, threatening her with heavy punishment if she dared to stop now.
Anne struck again. Then again and again. Susan wailed and screamed. Her tender ass became covered with crisscrossed stripes of lacerated flesh.
A strange feeling overcame Anne as she whipped the helpless girl. It was a feeling of raw power. Until this point it was always herself who had been at the mercy of others.
Now it was Susan and it was Anne's turn to be the instrument of Susan's pain.
Anne whipped Susan furiously. She lost control of herself. The more Susan cried out and pleaded, the harder Anne struck with the whip.
Anne's body was covered with sweat, her heart pounding with excitement as again and again she lashed the stinging whip across Susan's ass.
It turns me on, Anne thought. She could feel the juices gushing out of her pussy to wet the insides of her thighs. She could not deny it. She found whipping Susan incredibly exciting.
She must be a sinner, Anne thought. She must be a terrible sinner and the Lord has made me the instrument of His retribution. It made her feel better to think that what she was doing to poor Susan was justified.
She tried to imagine what awful sins Susan had committed. Surely a girl with such a luscious body had to be in league with the Devil.
At last the pain of the whipping became too much for Susan and she fainted.
Anne continued beating the unconscious girl until Clarissa had to order her to stop.
"You'll kill her," Clarissa chuckled. "You don't want to do that, do you?"
Anne helped her aunt unchain the girl. Susan lay on the floor at their feet. She was conscious now, and she lay there sobbing with her lacerated ass turned up to avoid any contact with the floor.
Clarissa then told Anne to take Susan to Anne's room. She could sleep at the foot of Anne's bed. Susan was to be Anne's slave. Susan would help Anne whenever she serviced the household, but when they were alone Anne could do whatever she wanted with her.
"Whip her at least once a day," Clarissa said. "That way she won't forget what her position is." And with that she kicked Susan with her leather boot and stomped the high level of the boot into Susan's asscrack.
Susan moaned and shuddered, rolling on the floor to avoid Clarissa's boot.
Anne finally led Susan back to her room. The girl's ankles were still chained and she whimpered as she hobbled along the corridor.
When they were inside her room, Anne suddenly felt pity for the girl. Those wounds on her ass must hurt terribly, she thought.
She told Susan to lie down on the bed on her stomach. Anne brought some ointment out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed to do what she could to ease Susan's pain.
As Anne applied the ointment to Susan's lovely ass, the feel of the girl's assflesh under her fingers made her blood race.
Anne thought it was amusing that Susan's body could have that effect on her. She had just whipped Susan's ass and now here she was getting turned on by touching it!
God will forgive me, Anne thought. The girl is obviously evil and I must confront the evil in her.
Using both hands, Anne gently spread Susan's asscheeks and looked at the girl's tender asshole.
Tendrils of cunt hair grew into the crack of Susan's ass and surrounded her pretty bung.
Susan's asshole looked virginal. Anne doubted if even a finger had ever penetrated the tight little grommet.
Anne could see part of Susan's pussy. The girl's cunt hair was so thick it almost completely hid her cuntlips. But towards the lower end of her slit, Susan's cuntlips protruded enough to be visible.
Unable to resist the impulse, Anne gently spread Susan's meaty cuntlips and gazed at the girl's pink cunthole.
Anne was surprised to see that Susan's cunt-hole was brimming with cuntjuice. Thick whitish cuntcream had gathered at the opening and now it was oozing out in a steady stream.
It's the way I'm touching her, Anne thought. The filthy slut is getting turned on by the way I'm touching her.
A sudden fury overwhelmed Anne and she slapped Susan's ass.
Susan cried out and sobbed, pulling away from Anne and cringing on the bed.
Susan fell weeping on the floor, her body twisting and turning as she tried to ease the burning pain of her shredded ass.
Anne sat against the headboard and pulled her knees against her tits to open her cunt. She opened her thighs wide. Her bald pussy gaped like a hungry little mouth.
Delirious with her new power, Anne now ordered Susan to suck her cunt. She threatened to beat Susan if she refused.
Susan finally crawled onto the bed and knelt between Anne's widespread thighs.
Anne quivered with lust. She kept her eyes fixed on Susan's pretty mouth. She wanted that mouth sucking at her cunt. She wanted Susan to drink the hot cuntcream now oozing out of her steaming pussy.
"Suck my cunt," Anne hissed. She slapped Susan's face and laughed at the way the girl sobbed.
Susan finally lowered her head between Anne's thighs. Anne pulled on Susan's ears with her fingers and forced the girl's face against her wet cunt.
Susan began licking Anne's juice-drenched pussy. Anne quivered with lust at the lovely feel of the girl's tongue on her cuntflesh. She squirmed her crotch under Susan's mouth. She grunted and groaned and pumped her pussy at Susan's face.
She's done this before, Anne thought. She could tell by the way Susan sniffed and licked and sucked her pussy that Susan knew what to do when she had her mouth on a cunt.
Using both hands, Anne pulled her cuntlips open to completely expose her clit to Susan's sucking lips and fluttering tongue.
"Make me come!" Anne gasped. "Suck me out and make me come!"
Susan sucked harder, her tongue scooping out the flood of cuntjuice produced by Anne's overheated pussy.
The sounds made by Susan's mouth as she sucked and slurped at her pussy drove Anne wild. She came. She had a wild orgasm. All the pain and suffering she'd experienced these past weeks boiled over into a crazy climax.
At the end of the climax she lost control and began pissing. She was horrified at first, but then she remembered all the piss and shit she had had dumped on her own face by the others and she decided that now it was her turn.
Anne prevented Susan from pulling away. She continued pissing on Susan's face, pissing and coming and pissing again, until at last she had no more piss to give. With a grunt of disgust, she put her foot on Susan's face and kicked the wretched girl off the bed.
She's nothing but a filthy bitch, Anne thought. She deserves to be punished and I'm here to see that she gets it.
Susan was crawling towards the door now, and then she rose up and struggled with the doorknob. She tried to get the door open but she failed.
Anne laughed as she walked over to Susan. She kicked Susan's ribs and then grabbed hold of the girl's hair and began dragging her across the floor to the bathroom.
Susan screamed and struggled, but it did no good. She was a slender girl and Anne was much stronger.
Inside the bathroom, Anne cursed Susan and told her she had to be punished because she evidently did not realize she was nothing but a slave.
Susan begged for mercy, but Anne ignored her pleas. She forced Susan into the bathtub.
Anne squatted over Susan's face, leering down at the helpless girl, quivering with lust as she thought of the marvelous thing she was about to do.
An expression of fear and revulsion passed over Susan's upturned face as she gazed at Anne's crotch. Anne was amused. She liked the idea of having Susan cringe under her like this. She kept her eyes on Susan's pretty rosebud lips.
Squatting over Susan's face with her hands on her thighs, Anne grunted and began shitting on her new slave.
Susan groaned and sobbed, twisting her head to avoid the falling turds. It did no good, of course. There was hardly any room for her to move and Anne found it easy not to miss her target.
It's wonderful, thought Anne. She rubbed her cunt and came as the last turd squeezed out of her asshole. Then she sat down on Susan's face and ordered her new slave to clean her shitter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning Anne and Susan were called into Clarissa's bedroom. Harold was on the bed next to Clarissa and they were both naked. They lay there with their knees pulled up and their thighs open to expose their crotches.
Clarissa asked Anne how Susan was getting on.
Anne described how she had whipped Susan and said Susan was all right but maybe she needed more punishment until she learned how to behave.
Susan whimpered as they talked about her. Anne liked the new power she had. She grabbed one of Susan's tits and brutally pinched the poor girl's fat nipple.
Clarissa and Harold chuckled as they watched Anne mistreat sweet Susan.
Then Harold wanted to have a look at Susan's asshole. Susan blushed with embarrassment as she was forced to turn her back to Harold and bend over and spread her asscheeks.
Harold ran his hands over Susan's pretty ass and then tickled her cunthole and asshole with his fingers. He finally pushed one finger inside Susan's shitter. When he pulled the finger out, he made Susan turn around and suck his finger clean.
After that Anne and Susan had to climb on the bed and get down to the business of servicing Harold and Clarissa.
Anne thought she'd wind up sucking Clarissa's cunt as usual, but instead Clarissa pulled Susan's head into her crotch and told Anne to get to work on Harold's prick and balls.
"Get him ready to fuck," Clarissa said. "I want him steaming."
Harold grinned and pinched Anne's nose with his fingers. "You heard the lady, honey. Get down here and start sucking."
Anne filled her mouth with Harold's limp cock. She took all of his cock inside her mouth, tightening her lips on his cockshaft as his cockhead tickled the back of her throat.
Clarissa played with Susan's ears as the girl slurped at her cunt. She whispered at Susan, telling her about all the devilish things she would do to her if she didn't do a good job on her pussy. Frightened by Clarissa, Susan licked and sucked Clarissa's hot cunt with gusto.
Finally Harold's cock was hard and throbbing and ready for fucking. Anne licked up and down his cockshaft to lubricate his prick with her saliva. Then she licked and sucked his balls, nipping the wrinkled skin of his ball-bag with her teeth and sucking his nuts one after the other into her mouth to get them warm and wet.
When Anne looked over at Clarissa and Susan, she was amused to see that Susan how had her tongue inside Clarissa's asshole.
Anne thought Susan looked lovely bent over like that with her lips plastered against Clarissa's bung.
I wouldn't mind her doing that to me, Anne thought. She recognized the change that was taking place in herself. She was so used to all the fiendish things they did, she no longer thought about how sinful they were. What she thought about now was the pleasure. She no longer minded so much that she was forced to do nasty things to these people who were now running her life. She was beginning to find pleasure in it. She was amazed at that, but it was true. And now she had her own little slave in Susan and that was the greatest pleasure of all.
After a while Clarissa kicked Susan away from her crotch to let Harold move between her thighs.
The two girls helped Clarissa get her long legs over Harold's shoulders. Then Anne showed Susan how to hold Clarissa's thick hairy cuntlips open while she pushed Harold's cockhead inside Clarissa's cunthole.
Harold grunted and pushed forward and quickly buried his cock to the hilt in his wife's gooey cunt.
Clarissa groaned at the feel of Harold's fat cock stretching her cunt-channel. She gripped her big tits in her hands and turned her tits around and around as Harold began fucking her.
Anne waited until the older couple were fucking steadily, and then she slapped Susan's face and told her to get behind Harold and suck his ass while he fucked Clarissa. This was the job Anne always had in the morning, and she was happy that now it was Susan who would have the task of cleaning out Harold's asshole with her tongue.
Susan whimpered and complained, but she did as she was told. In a moment she had her face .. pressed between Harold's pumping asscheeks. She used her hands to spread his asscheeks wide open. When she found his bunghole with her mouth, she sucked on it awhile and then screwed her tongue inside his wet grommet.
Anne smiled with satisfaction. She watched Harold fucking Clarissa while Susan sucked Harold's ass. She ran her hands over Susan's body, squeezed the girl's hanging tits, and then fondled and pinched Susan's cute little ass.
Susan groaned between Harold's asscheeks as Anne pushed two fingers inside Susan's asshole.
The feel of Susan's hot tongue reaming out his asshole soon brought Harold to a climax.
Clarissa grabbed his ass as he began pumping hard and fast at her cunt. His cock pistoned in and out of her drenched cunthole. She humped her hairy crotch at his thrusting prick and worked herself up to a roaring come.
They reached their climax together, Clarissa crying out as Harold dumped his load in her sucking pussy.
Susan kept her tongue in Harold's ass until the end. Anne kept her fingers inside Susan's asshole. She reamed out the girl's tight shitter, and then when it was all over she shoved her fingers inside Susan's mouth to get them clean.
It's always nice to have some help, Anne thought. Living here wouldn't be so bad as long as she had Susan to help her.
Later, as they left Clarissa's bedroom, Susan complained. "I don't like doing those filthy things," she said.
"What filthy things?" Anne teased.
"I don't like sticking my tongue in a man's ass," Susan wailed.
"How about a woman's ass?"
"That's worse!"
Anne laughed and slapped Susan's face. She slammed the slender girl against the wall and bashed her knee against Susan's stomach. Susan retched and crumpled to the floor. She moaned with pain as Anne brutally kicked her ass.
"You'll be the expert rimmer around here," Anne spat. "You'll get very good at it. You'll do it to them all, you hear? Every damn one of them and me too. You'll do it to the fucking dog if I tell you to. Maybe you can do that tomorrow. How'd you like to stick that pretty tongue of yours up a dog's ass?"
Anne suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs, and in a moment Vernon turned the corner and stood there gazing at her and then at Susan cringing on the floor.
"She's a little bitch," Anne said. "She's complaining too much. Why don't you show her who's boss, Vernon? Piss in her mouth and show her who's boss."
Vernon grinned and unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out of his pants. Even though it was limp, his prick looked huge. He stepped forward and dangled his fat cock over Susan's face.
Anne grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair and twisted her nose until she opened her mouth.
Vernon stuffed his cock inside Susan's open mouth and a moment later he began pissing.
Susan gagged and retched, her eyes rolling up in her head.
Anne made sure Susan kept her mouth on Vernon's cock until he had no more piss to give her, and then she slammed the girl's head against the wall and let her fall to the ground.
After that Anne helped Vernon drag Susan down the hall to Anne's room. When Anne suggested he go and get Quincy, Vernon nodded and left them alone.
Anne brought out the set of chains that had once been used on herself. She proceeded to bind the poor girl until she was helpless. Susan sobbed as her body was rolled into a ball with her ankles chained around her neck.
It's lovely, Anne thought. She was thrilled at the sight of the slender girl in chains. She had an urge to do something really mean. She thought a moment and then she smiled.
Searching in a drawer, Anne brought out some thread. She cut off two lengths of thread and then unfastened the chains that attached Susan's ankles to her neck. This exposed Susan's tits. Anne tied loops in both lengths of thread and then fastened the loops around Susan's tender nipples. She pulled the loops tight. Susan screamed with pain and her nipples swelled up to twice their size. Anne giggled as she tugged on the threads. Susan screamed like a puppet each time Anne pulled one of her nipples with the thread.
"Maybe they'll fall off," Anne said. "Maybe if I pull hard enough I'll pull your nipples off."
Susan sobbed and held herself still. She was afraid to move for fear of having her nipples pulled. Vernon returned with Quincy. When the teenage boy saw the way Susan was trussed up, he chuckled and nodded at Anne with approval. "That's good, Anne. She sure looks good."
Anne said, "What would you like to do, Quincy?"
Quincy shrugged. "Maybe me and Vernon could both fuck her at the same time. I'll take her ass. She looks like she's got a tight asshole. Vernon will kill her with that big prick he has."
Anne helped them arrange Susan on the bed so they could both fuck her. Vernon stretched out on his back and Quincy and Anne positioned Susan over him. They got Vernon's huge cock inside her cunt and then bent her over so that her asshole was exposed.
Quincy knelt behind Susan's upraised ass and fingered her asshole. "She sure is tight," he said. "You got any Vaseline?"
Anne brought some Vaseline from the bathroom and applied some of it to Susan's pinkish-brown bunghole. Then she spread some of the grease on Quincy's stiff cock.
Quincy grunted with pleasure from the feel of Anne's hands on his cock. Then he placed his cockhead on Susan's puckered asshole and slowly pushed all of his prick inside her shitter.
Susan already had her cunt filled with Vernon's big prick. This narrowed her shit-chute even more than it was normally.
When Quincy's prick pushed inside her asshole, she screeched as his fuckhole painfully stretched her bung.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Quincy groaned. "What an ass!"
They began fucking both holes at the same time. Quincy had to do most of the moving, but they soon found a rocking motion and a rhythm that worked.
The poor girl sobbed and moaned. She soon had saliva drooling out of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed.
Anne knew what it felt like to have two cocks filling her cunt and ass at the same time. She saw the way Quincy's cock stretched Susan's tight bunghole. Quincy's cock was already streaked with shit and Anne thought she saw a little blood on his cockshaft too.
"Fuck her good," Anne said. "Fuck her brains out. Fuck the shit out of her ass, Quincy."
Quincy and Vernon lasted a long time, long enough to make Anne envious of Susan. Anne rubbed her cunt as she watched them fuck, but nothing could substitute for having both their cocks in her at the same time. The little bitch doesn't even appreciate it, Anne thought. Then she smiled to herself as once again she realized how different things were now from when she'd first come to the house.
Before long Anne realized that Quincy and Vernon were about to come. She chuckled as an idea occurred to her. Crouching behind Quincy's bucking ass, Anne reached under Susan to find Vernon's asshole. She pushed a finger inside Vernon's hot bung. Then she found Quincy's asshole with her other hand and did the same to him.
As the two men continued fucking Susan's cunt and ass, Anne fingerfucked their assholes to help bring them off.
Finally Vernon heaved and grunted and started shooting his load. Quincy soon followed him. Ann could feel both their assholes tightening around her fingers as they emptied their balls.
No one knew if Susan had come. After they pulled their cocks out of Susan's cunt and ass, the men made the girl clean their pricks with her mouth. Anne thought Susan spent a long time cleaning Quincy's prick. Maybe Susan liked the taste of shit. Or maybe she liked the taste only when it was on a cock that had just fucked her ass. She's a lovely little slave, Anne thought.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"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."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
That woman Rachel had divorced her husband and married Robert. Anne stared at them with her eyes wide with amazement. My brother, she thought. Rachel was almost twice his age, almost old enough to be his mother. Anne remembered what they had looked like when they were fucking. It was obvious Rachel had Robert wrapped around her little finger. Around her clit would be more accurate, Anne thought. She was dismayed. She was angry. She was hurt. And here they were smiling at her in Clarissa's house, smiling at her nakedness, smiling because they knew that now she was nothing but a slave. How awful it was that her brother knew all about that and yet accepted it. He stood there chatting with Clarissa and looking at her as if she was a lump of shit.
I hate him, Anne thought. I hate Robert and I hate Rachel and I hate all of them.
It made no difference whether she hated them or not. A moment later she was shocked to hear Clarissa announce that Anne now belonged to Robert and Rachel. She was their wedding present and she would return home with them tomorrow.
Anne thought she would faint when Rachel calmly walked over to her and dug her fingernails into one of her tits.
Rachel twisted Anne's nipples and smiled. "I've got clips for these," Rachel said. "I'll put them on you when we get home. They bite right in there and make you scream. Oh, boy, will you scream." She twisted Anne's nipples again and did not let go until Anne groaned and begged her to stop.
Then Rachel pulled her arm back and slapped Anne's face hard enough to knock Anne to the ground.
After that Rachel and Robert dragged Anne to the bedroom where they were staying for the night.
Robert lay down on the bed and unzipped his fly and told Anne to get on the bed and suck his cock.
Anne could not believe this was her own brother talking to her like that. But the man there on the bed was certainly Robert. It was Robert's cock that was now sticking out of his pants. He had his fingers curled around his cockshaft and he was slowly stroking his prick as he waited for her to take it in her mouth.
Her eyes fixed on her brother's throbbing cock, Anne climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. She no longer thought about how sinful it was. This was incest, the worst kind of sin, but the urge to suck her brother's cock was strong enough to overcome any feelings she had about how wrong it was. This was something she had been dreaming about for years, secret dreams she sometimes refused to admit even to herself.
She told herself it wasn't her fault, the Lord would not blame her for doing it. They were forcing her. Both of them were as evil as Clarissa and she was afraid of them.
Leaning over Robert's prick, she extended her tongue and licked the bulb of his cockhead.
He sighed and removed his hand from his cock as she scooped up the juice leaking out of his pisshole.
She sucked on the very tip of his prick, pulling the clear juice out of his pisshole and swallowing it down.
Then she opened her mouth wider and took all of his fat cockhead between her lips.
He had a fat juicy cockhead and it turned her on to suck it. She quivered with lust when she felt his cock-knob swell in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, what a mouth!" Robert said.
Rachel chuckled. "She sure looks like an expert. Are you going to blow a wad, honey?"
"Is it okay?"
"Sure it's okay. It turns me on to watch your sister suck you off. If she doesn't do a good job, I'll beat the shit out of her."
Anne bobbed her head up and down, pumping her mouth on her brother's juicy cock. Lord, how delicious it was! Her pussy twitched with arousal as it responded to the feel of his warm cockmeat stuffing her face.
And then suddenly he was groaning and heaving and his cock was spurting in her mouth. This was the first time she had ever had her brother's jism in her mouth and just the feel of it on her tongue made her come.
He shot a big load of hot spunk down her throat. At the end she pulled her lips back to the tip of his cock and sucked the last few drops out of his pisshole.
When Anne at last pulled her mouth off her brother's cock, she was dismayed to find that Rachel was now lying on the bed next to him.
Rachel had her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide. "Now it's my turn," Rachel leered. "Suck my pussy."
Anne knew it would do no good to resist. They would only make things worse for her. She tried to hide her distaste and moved over to crouch between the legs of her brother's new wife.
Rachel still had her panties on. When Anne tried to pull them off, Rachel pushed her hands away and snickered. "Use your teeth, little bitch. Let's see how skillful you are."
Anne struggled awhile, pulling at Rachel's panties with her teeth, but she finally got them off.
She's mean, Anne thought. She'll make my life miserable if I don't behave. Anne was right. The next moment Rachel viciously slapped her face and pulled her hair. Anne hurried to get her mouth on Rachel's pussy.
The older woman's cunt reeked with a smell of sweat and piss and cuntjuice. Anne tried not to breathe as she started licking Rachel's cuntmeat, but eventually she could not help getting a nose full of the stink of Rachel's raunchy cunt.
"Shit, honey," Rachel said to Robert, "look at the way she roots around in there. She's an expert cunt sucker. I'm going to have myself a time with her!"
Anne sucked Rachel's oozing cunt. She slurped up the thick flow of juice gushing out of Rachel's gaping cunthole. She licked Rachel's hairy crotch from her asshole to her clit, up and down until Rachel groaned and squirmed her hips with pleasure.
Anne was aware that her brother was right there beside her watching as she sucked Rachel's steaming cunt. She glanced sideways a moment and she saw that he had his hand on his cock. His prick was getting stiff again. Maybe he would want to fuck. Anne hoped he would fuck her instead of Rachel. The idea of being fucked by her brother made her shudder with lust.
Rachel was soon at the point of coming. She grabbed Anne's hair and pulled her mouth up to her clit. She ordered Anne to suck hard at her clit to bring her off.
Anne sucked Rachel's big clit into her" mouth. She sucked on it as though it were a little cock. She pulled it with her lips and nibbled it with her teeth. Before long Rachel groaned and shivered and cried out as she came. Anne was shocked as a stream of hot piss suddenly washed over her face. She tried to pull away, but Rachel held her ears and kept her mouth pressed against her spasming cunt.
"Drink my piss!" Rachel hissed. "Come on, honey. Clarissa told me all about you!"
Anne sobbed as she greedily swallowed Rachel's hot piss. Yes, it was true. She loved it. She loved it all.
After that Robert got on his knees behind Anne and pushed his cock inside her ass. She went wild. The feel of her brother's thick cock reaming out her asshole while she sucked his wife's slimy cunt made her crazy. She rocked back and forth between Rachel's piss-drenched cunt and Robert's cock in her asshole.
Tomorrow they would take her home with them. Anne hoped they had plans for her. She hoped they would keep her on a leash. She hoped Rachel and Robert would be really mean to her. She imagined lying under them while they both shit and pissed on her at the same time. She had an orgasm. She came thinking about that. She came long before they did.
