A common preoccupation among Americans, according to many psychiatrists, is the question of normalcy. Everybody wants to know what is normal and what is abnormal, but they all dread the answer.
Emily Grayfield is a woman who has been convinced all her life that she is a normal woman, and that everyone else is full of sin and perversity. She considers herself the perfect wife and constantly refuses to take part in anything that might be considered immoral.
Still, despite all her feelings of superior morality, Emily is troubled by desires and feelings she cannot quite control. She considers those feelings to be perverse and refuses to face them. She runs away, fleeing into the night.
During her flight, she encounters a rather strange family, a family where the bizarre and the perverse have become the norm. She becomes their unwilling slave, but is soon drawn into the web of carnality they have constructed around their lives.
FAMILY-STYLE BONDAGE-the story of what happens to one woman when she tries to run away from herself. Emily Grayfield learns to live with the consequences of her decisions, as must everyone.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Emily Grayfield woke up at two o'clock in the morning. She had one of her hands between her legs, her fingers in her pussy, and, when she discovered that, she pulled her hand away as if her pussy was on fire.
Maybe it was. Her pussy was wet and swollen and she thought she could feel it twitching.
She hated that. She hated when her body let itself go. Her husband Frank was beside her and she was glad he was fast asleep. It would be horrible if Frank found her like that, wet between the legs like a slut, her pussy gone to the Devil.
Squirming under the sheet, she pulled her nightgown down to cover her knees. Her fingers were sticky with her pussy-juice and she couldn't avoid thinking about where they'd been.
Was she responsible for what she did in her sleep? Yes, of course, she was. God was aware of everything, even of what she did when she was asleep.
It was one thing to get a little wet when Frank climbed on her twice a month. She read in a magazine it was normal for a woman to
lubricate when a man put his prick inside her pussy. She felt nothing when Frank did it. It was an ordeal, something she had to bear as a woman.
But Frank was not on top of her now and there was no reason for her pussy to be wet except as a result of the Devil's work in her mind.
Nasty thoughts. Only God knew what she'd been dreaming about, it must have been awful.
Five years of marriage at twice a month meant Frank had put his cock inside her pussy more than one hundred twenty times. It was awful. Sometimes she heard the noise his prick made when it slid in and out of her pussy-hole. He never lasted long, just a few strokes and then he would shoot his slimy spunk and roll off her body.
Before she got married, she told herself, well, all right, it doesn't take more than a few minutes and then it's over. She wanted to be married. She liked Frank. He had a good job selling Bibles for a big publishing company. She hardly made anything at her job as an assistant librarian and it was much easier to be married to Frank. They'd been talking about her having a baby next year. Maybe that was what she needed to get her on the right side of God again. They'd put off having a baby because she didn't want it, but how much longer could she wait? Maybe it was time she started raising a family. Maybe when Frank came back from this next trip, she would stop using the pills and get herself pregnant.
She couldn't sleep any more. She tossed and turned on the bed and then finally she decided to get up. She found her robe on the chair where she'd left it and she quietly slipped out of the room. She decided to step outside for some air.
In the morning Frank would leave for a three-day trip around the state. In a way she was proud of him. He worked hard bringing the word of the Bible to all the people.
There was a full moon in the sky and when she walked out into the warm night air she was completely awake.
She heard the noise immediately. It came from the patio of the Morgan house next door. A high wooden fence separated the two properties, but the slats of the fence were far enough apart so that if she got up close she could see the other side.
The noise was a little weird. It sounded like grunting and groaning, almost as if someone was in pain.
Curious about who might be out there at this time of night, Emily moved carefully across the lawn to the fence and peered through one of the breaks in the slats.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she covered her mouth to stifle the sound of it.
The Morgans were out there on their patio. Adele Morgan was bent over one of the small tables and her husband Phil was standing behind her and fucking her from the rear.
Emily was frozen, spellbound by what she was looking at. At first she couldn't believe it, but then Adele groaned as Phil lurched- forward and there was no doubt what they were doing.
Frank had never fucked Emily that way, but she knew there were people who did such things.
It was awful. Adele had her nightgown pulled up to her waist and her creamy white ass gleamed in the moonlight as Phil slammed into it again and again.
For a moment Emily thought Phil might be fucking Adele in the asshole, but then she decided it couldn't be true. The Morgans weren't perverts. They were basically nice people. It was impossible to imagine Adele Morgan would let her husband stick his prick up her ass.
It's a sin to watch them, Emily thought. She knew God wanted her to stop looking, but she couldn't help it, she had to watch them do it.
They looked like two animals. Emily's angle of view was from the side, and at intervals she thought she could see Phil's cock as it slid in and out of Adele's pussy.
Adele always looked so sweet and proper and yet here she was bent over like a bitch-dog getting it from behind.
It's the Devil in people, Emily thought. No matter how nice people seemed, most of them had some of the Devil in them.
She found herself trembling and she decided she couldn't take any more. Turning away from the fence, she hurried back to the house.
She heard Adele again before she reached the back door. Adele Morgan groaned as her husband rammed his cock into her pussy one more time.
Emily shuddered, covered her ears and slipped inside her house.
I can't stand it, she thought.
She had to do something. She had to keep her mind off what she'd seen.
She had a sudden urge to run. I'll drive, she thought. She would take the car and drive. It would do her good to get out of the house. Frank was asleep and he wouldn't know the difference. And if the Morgans heard her drive away-, maybe they'd realize what they were doing was horrible and filthy.
Oh, yes, Emily thought. She didn't need anything but her robe. Her car was right there in the driveway at the side of the house. Fly away, little girl, she thought with a soft giggle, fly away into the night.
Grabbing her purse off the table in the hall, she slipped out of the house and into her car.
A moment later she started up the motor and the car rolled out of the driveway and into the road.
She felt a little wild, a little crazy driving around in her nightgown at two in the morning. Like some beautiful princess fleeing in the night. Everyone said she was beautiful. She thought she had a nice face but she didn't know how beautiful it was. Her body was something else. Her body always caused the men to look at her.
Her body, she was sure, was the work of the Devil.
Only the Devil would give a woman lush boobs like she had, tits like ripe fruit, heavy and slightly pendant, the nipples thick and long and extremely sensitive. All she had to do was touch her nipples and she would get funny feelings and a twitching between her legs.
Frank liked to suck her tits. She hated it because her nipples were so sensitive, but of course she would always let him do it and then her nipples would get swollen and stiff and she would feel even worse.
One thing was sure, she would never again be able to face Adele Morgan without remembering Adele bent over like a dog and getting fucked from behind.
It's indecent, Emily thought. People ought to have the decency to stay in their bedrooms when they want to fuck.
She drove around aimlessly, and before long she wasn't sure where she was or where she was going.
After a while she found herself on a road leading out to the countryside and she decided to drive on it for a time. At least she'd be away from any possible trouble downtown.
She had no idea what time it was now. Poor Emily, she thought, you're like a lost soul out here in the night.
She was into farmland now and the houses were few and separated by miles. In the distance she could see the sky getting lighter and because of that she knew she was heading east. Maybe it was time to turn back. Frank would be leaving in the morning and she had to get up before him to make his breakfast. She herself wouldn't be working, not for a whole month. This was her vacation time.
Suddenly the motor of the car sputtered and began dying.
"Oh, God," Emily wailed. She pumped the gas pedal but nothing changed. Then she noticed the gas gauge and she wailed again. She was out of gas on a lonely road in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere.
She got the car off the road and onto the gravel shoulder, and for a while she just sat there stunned. Then she wanted to cry. Then she told herself she was a grown woman and something like this could happen to anyone. What she had to do was find some help and get some gas and get back home before morning. That's what she had to do.
She climbed out of the car and stood there on the gravel. Thank God it was a warm night. She looked around her and then far off across a field to the south she saw what looked like a house and a light of some kind, maybe a porch light.
She had no idea where the road was that led to the house. There was nothing to do except trudge across the field and get directly to it.
She tightened the belt of her robe and started walking. They'll think I'm crazy, she thought. What would they think about a woman out in the middle of the night in her nightgown?
It took more time and effort than she expected. The house was a good two hundred yards from the road, and by the time she arrived she was weary and her feet were covered with mud and the dogs in the yard of the house were barking like wild beasts.
She was afraid. The house was big and it looked spooky. There was a single naked bulb shining on the old porch and the flies and the moths were buzzing around it in a mad swirl.
God help me, she thought, it's my own fault.
The lights suddenly went on downstairs in the house and then the front door opened and a tall man stood there in the doorway.
"Who the hell is that?" the man said.
Emily couldn't see his face, all she saw was a dark form blocking the light of the room inside. "My car ran out of gas," she said. "I'd be grateful if you'd let me use your telephone."
The man grunted something, his voice harsh but the words indistinct. Then he said, "All right, come on inside. There ain't no phone, but maybe my boy can find some gas in the shed."
Emily was suddenly afraid, suddenly reluctant to enter the house. She still hadn't seen the man's face and she didn't like the way he talked. Then she told herself she was being silly. He'd offered to help, hadn't he? Fighting off her fears, she climbed the steps and followed the man inside.
In the yellow light of a not-too-clean kitchen, they looked at each other.
He was tall and gaunt, with an unshaved face and steel blue eyes. He wore farmer's overalls and under them an old blue work-shirt with sleeves rolledup to show forearms brown and muscled and hairy.
He frightened her. He had a look of immense animal strength about him and she found herself trembling when their eyes met.
Then he dropped his eyes from her face to her body and his lips pulled back in a yellow-toothed grin.
"You look like you been walking around in your sleep," he said. "You ain't hardly wearing anything."
Emily suddenly heard a noise and turned as a woman walked into the kitchen.
"Well, what do you know?" the woman said. "Who's this, Abner? Some little pussycat you brought in from town? Has she been here all night?"
The man cursed. "Don't be crazy, woman. She walked over here from the road. She says her car's run out of gas."
The woman looked at Emily. She was a tall woman with dark hair, younger than the man she called Abner. She was dressed like Emily, a belted robe over a nightgown. Emily thought the woman's robe looked a bit faded, but she told herself she hadn't exactly stumbled into the Ritz.
"I'd appreciate your help," Emily said.
The woman smiled. She had white even teeth, much nicer to look at than the teeth of the man. But the smile was not warm. There was something strange about the smile, almost vicious.
The family name was Amberson. Abner Amberson and Julia Amberson and their son Calvin Amberson. Emily never did find out Beth's last name, not until a long time had passed.
But Emily didn't care about names as she sat there in the kitchen surrounded by the Amber-sons. She didn't care about names at all. The way they looked at her made her cringe. Something was happening. They looked at her and then they looked at each other and something was happening. Emily suddenly had the feeling this night was the beginning of something dreadful.
CHAPTER TWO
Before long the sun was up and the boy Calvin went out to see if there was any gasoline in the shed behind the house.
He came back and said there was nothing, not a drop. Abner talked vaguely about driving the truck to a station somewhere, and then Julia was offering Emily breakfast and she felt compelled to accept the offer.
She wanted to be out of there, to be back at her house with her husband, but there seemed no way to avoid having breakfast with the Ambersons.
They intended to help her, didn't they? She had to be polite to them.
They all sat around the big kitchen table while Beth served them eggs and hash brown potatoes.
"Where're you from?" Julia said.
"We live in town," Emily replied. "I know it was silly of me to drive way out here, but I couldn't sleep last night and I just felt like driving."
"Your husband must be worried about you."
"I suppose so. He was supposed to go on a business trip this morning. I hope it hasn't delayed him."
Emily wanted to ask if maybe Calvin could at least drive her to a telephone somewhere, but she felt awkward about pushing them.
Let them have their breakfast. She was bother enough already and it was impolite to disturb their breakfast.
"You're sure a nice-looking piece to be flying around in the middle of the night," Abner said with a chuckle.
Emily blushed and looked at Julia. The brunette smiled and said, "Don't mind Abner, honey. He gets funny whenever he gets the smell of strange pussy in his nose. But I can't say I can blame him. You are a pretty one, aren't you?"
Emily was mortified. "I think maybe I'll try walking back to the road and see if I can wave down a car. There must be someone on the road by now."
"There's plenty of time for that," Julia said.
"No, I think I'll leave now. It's been awfully nice of you to have me in like this. Thanks for everything."
Julia's hand lashed out, her palm slamming across Emily's face and Emily suddenly found herself on the floor.
Julia looked down at her and smiled. "I said there's time, honey."
"Oh, my God," Emily moaned.
"Get up here and sit down," the brunette said.
The others looked at Emily as she climbed to her feet and sat down in her chair.
"Please," Emily said, "if I've offended you I'm sorry, but I've really got to go."
Julia snickered and shook her head and looked at Calvin. "Get the clothes-line out of that drawer, Cal, and tie the little lady to the chair."
Emily felt paralyzed. She watched Calvin go for the rope as if it was all a dream. He brought the clothes-line behind her and in a moment she found her wrists forced behind the chair and tied together so she couldn't move her arms.
Nothing but ice in her eyes, Julia now leaned forward, pulled Emily's robe and nightgown aside and scooped Emily's tits out into the open.
"Jesus Christ, look at the jugs," Abner said. "She's got a pair."
They were all looking at her tits. Emily closed her eyes and groaned. A moment later she opened her eyes again and screamed as Julia cruelly twisted one of her nipples.
"Just be a good little girl," Julia said. "Otherwise I'll slice one of these nipples off and stuff it in your pretty mouth."
She slapped Emily's face again, this time hard enough to bring a speck of blood out of the corner of Emily's lips.
Her body trembling, Emily turned her head to the side and began sobbing.
She was too confused to understand what was happening. She was afraid to look at them, afraid to see the madness in their faces.
She kept her eyes closed. She heard them talking and moving around her, but none of it penetrated. The best thing was to make believe they weren't there, make believe none of it was happening.
Someone lifted her, lifted the chair with her in it and carried her out of the kitchen.
They took her into a bare room somewhere, nothing in the room but a mattress on the floor. They untied her, freed her from the chair and then tied her wrists behind her back again. They fastened the rope to a metal ring in the wall and then they walked out and left her alone.
She was a prisoner. She slumped down and she found she could just reach the mattress. Once again she hung her head to the side and started sobbing.
* * *
She had no idea how much time passed when the door opened and Abner came into the room.
He smiled at her, crouched down close to the mattress. "How you doing, honey?"
Emily wailed. "Please untie me," she said.
He chuckled, patted her cheek with a calloused brown hand and then dropped the hand to her exposed tits.
"You sure got a pair of jugs, cutie. Just the kind I like. Reminds me of Julia when she was young. You like to fuck?"
"Please don't touch me," "Now don't say that. I'm taking some time off from my work just so I can play with you. Just remember what Julia said. Be a good girl and you won't get hurt. You get Julia mad at you and she can be as mean as a snake. Come on, let's get these clothes off you so I can see what you got."
Emily lay there helpless as he brought out a straight razor and opened it and began slicing her robe and nightgown away from her body.
He snickered when he noticed her fear of the razor. Pulling one of her nipples about two inches out of her tit, he pretended to slice it off with the razor. She screamed and he laughed and opened his fingers to drop her nipple.
When he had her naked, he ran his hand over her tits and belly. "Open those pretty legs and show me what you got," he said.
She trembled with fear. There was a madness in his eyes and she was afraid to do anything that would get him angry at her. She was torn between the indignity of her nakedness and her fear of this crazy old man and his razor.
She opened her legs.
Abner chuckled and pushed her knees back to her tits so he could get a good look at her cunt. He ran his thick fingers over the velvety skin of her thighs on either side of her pussy and then he spread her cuntlips open to look at her cunthole. "Nice little pussy," he said. "Julia said you'd have a tight little cunt and she was right. She's always right, that woman."
He rose up. Her body frozen with fear, Emily watched as he peeled his overalls off and then his gray cotton shorts: Wearing nothing but his socks and his blue workshirt, he stood there grinning down at her. His cock looked enormous, a long dangling sausage with a fat knob completely covered by his foreskin.
She was mesmerized by his prick. She watched as his gnarled hand curled around his thick cockshaft and pulled back to skin his cockhead.
The head of his cock came out red and swollen. The slit of his pisshole winked at her like an eye and she could see a drop of cock-juice brimming in the hole.
Emily had never looked at a naked cock like this, not even her husband's. She was spellbound by it. Her body trembled with her fear and disgust. She wanted to scream, but she was too frightened to manage anything except a gargling sound.
Then Abner said, "Come on, cutie, get your pretty little mouth on the end of this thing while I crank it up."
She moaned. "Oh, no."
Holding his cock in one hand, he wiggled the razor with the other hand and smiled. "You don't want me to use this, do you? You ain't got no choice, cutie. You better suck."
She knew she had to obey him, but the idea of taking his ugly cock in her mouth revolted her. She prayed she would faint, but nothing happened. Instead, her eyes were still open and fixed on his beastly prick.
With a groan she climbed to her knees. Her hands were still tied behind her back and there was pain in her arms now.
What did it matter? What did any pain matter compared to the ordeal she now faced?
But she was afraid of that razor, afraid of this man who looked crazy enough to disfigure her or even kill her.
Abner moved forward and now her face was only inches from his dangling cock and the leathery bag that held his balls.
She could smell his cock. She had never in her life had her face so close to a cock and the smell of it filled her nose.
Oh, God, she thought, what have I done to deserve this?
She could see the gleam of the razor out of the corner of her eye and it made her tremble again.
Her eyes on the tangled hair of his cockbush, she opened her lips.
"Oh, yeah," Abner said. He grunted and shoved his hips forward and slowly slid his cock into the wet cavern of her mouth.
He drove his cock all the way in until the fat knob pushed at the back of her throat.
She gagged. She tried to pull her head back, but he used the hand that held the razor to prevent it.
She found it impossible to breathe and she thought she would choke, but finally he pulled back and slid his cock out of her mouth until only his cockhead was between her lips.
His prick was leaking, the juice dripping on her tongue. She could feel the heat of his cockflesh with her lips. Once again the smell of his cock filled her nose and she had to close her eyes as a wave of disgust rolled over her.
Keeping his cockhead firmly inside her lips, Abner stroked his cockshaft and chuckled with satisfaction as it slowly hardened and thickened.
Before long his cock was as stiff as iron, the spongy head of his prick throbbing in her mouth.
"That's the girl," he said. "Now turn around and bend over, honey. Let's find out how tight that little pussy is."
She felt relief as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. But now she had to kneel on the mattress and show him her ass and cunt.
The tears ran down her cheeks as she turned. He was a beast to make her expose herself so obscenely. A moment later his hand pushed at the back of her neck and she had to press her shoulders against the mattress.
He snickered as he ran his fingers in her asscrack and down to the lips of her cunt.
Once again she felt him spreading her cuntlips open to expose her cunthole.
A moment later she felt the fat head of his cock pushing through the elastic mouth of her pussy.
His cock was bigger than her husband's. She felt more of it. She felt stuffed with cockmeat as he buried his prick balls-deep in her fuckhole.
She had never taken a cock in her cunt in this position. The penetration was deep, almost painful. She remembered Adele Morgan the other night getting it from behind in the moonlight.
I wish I was dead, she thought. She hated the old farmer's ugly cock and the feel of his prick in her pussy and the filthy animal-like position she was in. It would be better not to be alive than to bear this horror.
He began fucking her. Her body rocked forward and backward as he socked his cock into the grip of her cunt while his big hands held her hips.
He grunted and muttered as he fucked her. She caught phrases about the tightness of her cunt and the look of her ass and how pretty she was. Her face pressed against the dirty old mattress, she kept her eyes closed and prayed he would soon be finished with her.
At last he groaned and made a croaking sound and she felt the sudden wetness in her pussy that told her he was coming.
His low-hanging balls jumped against her cuntlips as they drained into her cunthole.
When he finished shooting his load, he pushed her forward and she fell on the mattress sobbing. "Nice little piece," he said. "Next time we'll take care of that cute little shithole."
Her sobbing grew louder. She lay there with her face covered by her hands and after a while she heard him leave.
Thank God, she thought.
Her misery caused her to sob again. She hadn't slept since two o'clock the previous night and now the fatigue hit her body and she had to close her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Sometime around noon Beth came into the room with a tray of food for Emily.
Emily begged Beth to untie her hands, but Beth refused. "I can't do it," she said. "Julie said I should feed you."
Emily knelt on the mattress while Beth forked the baked beans and potatoes into her mouth.
After a while Beth said, "Did Abner fuck you?"
Emily blushed. "Yes he did and he's horrible."
Beth smiled. "He's not that bad. He's got a nice cock."
"You're one of them. You may be treating me decently now, but you're one of them. You're all animals. They'll put you in jail, you know. Aren't you afraid of that?"
Beth giggled. Emily thought she looked crazy, as crazy as the others. She was in the hands of crazy people and there was no telling what would happen to her.
Then she noticed Beth's eyes on her naked body and she tried to cover her crotch with her arms.
Beth giggled again and said, "Did you suck Abner's cock?"
"Please leave me alone!" Emily wailed. "I won't tell you anything."
"I bet you did suck his cock. Abner said you would and I bet you did."
"He made me do it and I hated it," Emily sobbed.
"You must be crazy, I love it when he lets me do it." "Oh, God."
"Well, you're finished eating now. Do you need to use the bathroom? I'll take you if you want."
"Please, yes."
Emily thought she would get something to cover herself with before Beth led her out of the room, but Beth simply untied the rope from the ring in the wall and opened the door to take her out.
Like an animal, Emily thought. They treat me like a farm animal.
The bathroom was down the hall. Emily wanted to be alone, but Beth refused.
"I'm not to let you out of my sight when you're out of the room."
"But I need to use the bathroom."
"Well, go ahead, honey. What have you got that I haven't seen before?"
Emily was thankful that at least Beth closed the door when they were both inside the bathroom.
Emily sat down on the toilet and peed. She had never in all her adult life done such a thing in front of anyone and she flushed with embarrassment.
Beth saw her trouble and chuckled. "You're a little Miss High-and Mighty, aren't you honey?"
"What do you mean?"
"Open your legs and let me see it come out."
"I certainly won't!"
Beth slapped her. Emily was shocked because she'd thought somehow Beth was different than the others.
Helpless, Emily opened her legs to expose the stream of yellow piss spurting out of her pussy.
Beth's eyes brightened and she smiled. Reaching down, she ran her fingers and then her whole hand over Emily's piss-soaked cunt.
Then Beth brought her reeking hand up to Emily's face and ran her fingers over Emily's lips.
Emily cried out and Beth slapped her again.
"Shut up," Beth said calmly. "Suck the piss off my fingers. Suck them clean."
Emily groaned and opened her mouth and Beth's piss-soaked fingers slid between her lips.
She licked and sucked Beth's fingers until they were clean.
Then Beth pulled her fingers away and said, "You'll have to do much worse than that with Julia, just you wait and see."
"Please help me get away. I'll pay you. I'll see that you get a great deal of money if you help me."
"Don't be silly, honey, they'd kill me." "What are you all going to do to me? You can't keep me here forever."
"Julia thinks you'll make a nice little slave. We haven't had one around here in a long time and the last one wasn't as pretty as you."
"Dear God."
"Stand up and let me wipe your pussy, honey."
Emily groaned and rose up from the toilet. She spread her legs apart as Beth wiped her cuntlips with toilet paper. She blushed furiously as Beth deliberately fingered her cunthole and then her asshole.
"Your little brownie is as tight as a drum," Beth said. "I guess Calvin is due for a good time."
"Calvin?"
"He's crazy about assfucking. Wait'll you get his cock up your ass, you'll think you've got a tree in there."
Emily closed her eyes. She felt weak and nauseous. The thought of taking a cock in her ass, even her husband's cock, was too much to bear. She remembered what Abner had said after he finished fucking her. And now she had the boy Calvin to worry about, too.
When they left the bathroom, they met Julia coming up the stairs.
The brunette smiled when she saw Beth and Emily. She looked Emily up and down and said, "Has my sister been playing her little piss-games with you?"
Beth looked annoyed. "Well, so what, what's the difference?"
Julia was amused. "Calm down, dearie. Bring the pussycat downstairs. I've got some of the old stuff out of the attic and we can try a few things on her."
Emily had to walk down the stairs in front of them. Her hands were still tied behind her back and Beth held the rope attached to her wrists. She felt horrible being the only one naked.
She was naked and vulnerable and afraid. Did they really intend to make her their slave? She wondered what Frank was doing? Had he left town on his business trip as he'd planned? Maybe the police were looking for her. Maybe she'd be rescued soon. She was beginning to doubt it could happen. These people were crazy but they were not stupid." If they'd been stupid they would have been locked up a long time ago. Even if the police eventually found her, she knew she'd be forced to endure unspeakable torments in the meantime. She wanted to cry, but she held back the tears and moved meekly in front of them. They pushed her into a large room with a pair of sofas and easy chairs and of all things a piano. A small trunk stood on the rug in the middle of the room, and Emily guessed it was the trunk that Julia had brought down from the attic.
Julia opened the trunk and began pulling out chains and shackles and leather bands with metal studs and then a corset-like affair made of black leather and plastic that she held up with a glitter in her eyes.
"This first," Julia said. "She's got the tits for it. Oh, Lord, yes, she'll look gorgeous in this."
They toyed with her, dressing her as if they were two little girls dressing a doll.
Emily soon found herself inside the strange corset, her arms forced behind her back, her naked tits hanging over the top edge of the corset like two ripe melons.
Julia tweaked Emily's nipples and smiled with approval. Beth smiled also. They were both happy about the corset and the way it looked on Emily.
After that came a leather collar with metal studs and a long chain attached to it.
A black rubber ball on a shorter chain was attached to the collar, and then Julia forced Emily's mouth open and shoved the ball inside.
Now Emily was unable to talk, unable to say anything, unable even to cry out.
Beth and Julia thought she looked wonderful with the ball-gag in her mouth.
"Like the other one," Beth said, her eyes bright.
Julia smiled. "You liked the other one, didn't you, baby?" "I sure did."
"Well, we have this one now and we won't let her get away so easy, will we?"
Then Julia brought out the chrome-plated clips. Emily had no idea what they were until Julia began attaching them.
Four clips, one clip on each nipple and one clip on each cuntlip. Delicate silver chains attached all the clips together at a ring over her belly.
Julia chuckled as she demonstrated what the clips were for. She pulled at the ring and Emily managed a muffled scream. The pain was horrible as the clips tore at the tender flesh of her nipples and cuntlips.
"Just so you understand things," Julia said. "From now on you belong to us, honey. You do what we want you to do. You get hurt when we want you to get hurt, and if you don't behave yourself you get hurt even more. You understand?"
Emily nodded. Anything to get the chains holding the clips relaxed. The excruciating pain was gone as suddenly as it had appeared.
Then Julia brought out a pair of black pumps with five inch heels and showed them to Emily. "You wear these all the time, honey. Abner likes them on a woman. You've got pretty legs and with these they'll be even prettier."
And so it was that after an hour they had her dressed and bound and gagged the way they wanted. She could hardly walk on the stiletto heels. She had no real clothes on, nothing on except the weird corset and the shoes. Below her waist her ass and cuntbush were exposed. Beth giggled as she held the chain attached to the collar, and they led her out of the living room and into the large kitchen.
The back of the corset was unbuckled and suddenly her arms were free. Her wrists were still chained together and that chain attached to a chain at her waist, but the chains were long enough to give her some freedom.
Julia held the chain-leash now and she chuckled as she whipped the end of it across Emily's bare ass. "Do the dishes in the sink, honey. It's about time we had some service around here."
Emily could say nothing. She still had the ball-gag in her mouth. And even if she could talk, there was nothing to talk about. Yesterday she'd been a free woman in her own home and today she was a slave in the house of these animals. There was nothing to talk about or think about except to wish she was dead. Her chest heaving in her agony, she moved to the sink and began washing up the dishes.
They teased her as she worked. It was bad enough she had to do their work for them, dressed as she was like a slave in chains, but they had to tease her and taunt her and pinch the cheeks of her ass to make her squirm.
When she finally finished the dishes, they made her wash the kitchen floor. Beth giggled crazily all the way through it, running the toe of her shoe up and down the crack of Emily's ass as Emily knelt on the floor pushing a rag around.
After that they fastened her hands behind her back again, secured them in the pouches of the corset so she had no way to get herself loose.
They pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and let it drop down on the chain.
She sputtered and gasped as she caught her breath and moved her jaws to get them working again.
"You're animals!" she cried. "You do the work of the Devil!" Julia snickered. "The Devil my ass, honey, or better still, my pussy. Get over here and eat my cunt."
"I won't do that."
"Oh, yes, you will."
One yank on the ring that held the four chains and Emily screamed. Another yank and her eyes rolled up in her head. A third yank and the foam came out of her mouth as the agony ripped through her body.
She collapsed on the floor, crawled to Julia like a dog as the brunette opened her thighs.
"First suck it right through my panties," Julia said. "Do a good job or I'll rip those pretty nipples off. And let me tell you, honey, you can't grow new ones."
Her eyes glazed with her suffering, her mouth hanging open, Emily pushed her face forward and pressed her lips against the crotch of Julia's panties.
She would do anything now, anything to avoid the pain.
Julia held the ring in her hand and Emily knew that one false move and she would get the awful pain again.
She pressed her mouth and nose into the warm bulge of Julia's cunt mound.
She could smell the brunette's pussy. She could feel the dampness of Julia's crotch. Emily shuddered with disgust as she began working her mouth over Julia's cotton-covered cunt.
"Come on, get into it," Julia snapped. Impatient to get the blonde's tongue in her cunt, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her cuntflesh.
Now Emily could no longer avoid Julia's gash. She had the reeking juice-drenched cunt of the brunette right under her nose and mouth.
When Julia pulled on the ring, Emily groaned and pressed her mouth against Julia's hairy cuntlips.
Please, God, strike me dead, Emily thought. She had no idea how to use her mouth on a cunt. She found it totally disgusting. The smell of cuntjuice and the faint smell of piss was unbearable.
She began licking, her tongue working more out of instinct than out of any knowledge of what to do.
Julia's clit was big enough to be unmistakable, and Emily lapped her tongue over it again and again.
"That's it," Julia said. "Right on the button, honey. Just keep that up and the bells will start ringing. You've got me worked up and you'll get a mouthful. Oh yes indeed."
A shudder ran through Julia as she came.
Then suddenly Emily felt the wetness on her face and she realized with a shock that Julia was pissing in her mouth.
She tried to pull away, but Julia still held the ring and the tearing at her nipples and cuntlips kept her in place.
Beth and Julia broke into giggles as Julie continued pissing into Emily's gaping mouth.
"Oh, Lord, we'll have us a time with this one," Julia said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Late in the afternoon Abner and Calvin returned in the truck from downtown and for the first time they saw Emily in her new getup.
Abner grinned and chuckled and patted Emily's bare ass. "You look just fine, cutie. What do you think, Calvin? You think she's pretty?"
The boy smiled and nodded. "She sure is." "Go on, walk around a little so we can see what you look like," Abner said to her.
Unsteady on the five-inch heels she wore, she walked back and forth in front of them.
The hot lust in their eyes made her tremble. She felt like a whore parading before two customers. She quivered with shame at the way her cuntbush and ass were exposed to their leering inspection.
Then they moved close to her. They squeezed her flesh and appraised her like a barnyard animal. The boy paid particular attention to her ass, his fingers sliding into her asscrack to probe her bunghole.
Emily thought she would die of embarrassment when Calvin pushed his finger all the way inside her asshole and wiggled it back and forth.
"Nice and tight," Calvin said.
Abner snickered. "You wait your turn, sonny. Right now she's coming upstairs with me."
Abner took hold of the chain attached to the collar around her neck. He led her up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with Julia.
Beth and Julia were down in the living room watching TV, and Abner arid Emily were alone.
The bedroom was cluttered and dusty and the four-poster bed looked about a hundred years old.
Abner pushed Emily down to her knees. He slipped out of his overalls and dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Pulling the ball-gag out of Emily's mouth, he said, "Suck my dick, cutie. Get it good and wet."
For the second time that day, Emily found herself with Abner's cock and balls in front of her face. This time she had the clips on her nipples and cuntlips, and when Abner hooked his finger in the ring that held the chains together Emily trembled with fear and quickly opened her mouth.
Make believe it's a lollipop, she thought. She had to pretend it was something other than Abner's smelly cock she was sucking. She had to pretend that or she would balk at doing what he wanted. If she refused him, he would pull the ring and hurt her. She pretended his cock was a lollipop and moved her lips back and forth over his cockhead with a sucking sound.
"That's the way," Abner said with a grunt. He held one hand under his balls to lift them and press them against her chin. He watched her mouth as she sucked, his hips pumping back and forth as he slowly fucked her face.
The knob of his cock was now swollen like a huge plum and Emily sensed he would come soon.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Show me your tongue," he said. "Keep your mouth open and stick your tongue out."
She knelt there like a dog with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
Holding the collar on her neck with one hand, he closed the fist of the other hand around his cockshaft and began jerking off.
His cockhead lay on the front part of her tongue and a moment later the jism spurted out of his prick and into her mouth.
She kept her eyes closed and shuddered.
Abner, however, had his eyes open and glittering. He watched three globs of jism spurt over her tongue. Still holding his cock with his hand, he wiped his cockhead over her lips and chuckled. "Suck the tip, cutie. Just a little suck right on the tip."
She closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked at his pisshole to get the last drop of his spunk.
After that he patted her face and pushed the ball-bag back inside her mouth.
She was in a daze. She felt degraded and humiliated and disgusted. She could still feel his slimy jism sliding down her throat as he led her out of the room and down the hall.
Once again she was in the bare room, the room that had the old mattress on the floor.
This time she had her body trussed up in a leather corset and the collar around her neck attached by a chair to the ring in the wall.
God help me, she thought. I won't survive this. I can't survive this. I'll find a way to kill myself.
She rubbed her tongue over the black ball in her mouth, hoping to get rid of the taste of Abner's jism.
But it was no good. When he left her, she could still taste his disgusting cum and she lay there on the mattress with tears in her eyes.
After a while she slept. There was one window in the room. The window was boarded up, but there were enough cracks in the wood so that when she opened her eyes again she could see it was almost evening.
The door suddenly opened and Calvin walked into the room.
He closed the door behind him and leered at her. "I guess the old man's finished, huh? He's on his bed snoring like an old hound dog. What the hell did you do to him to tire him out like that?"
Of course Emily could say nothing because of the ball-gag in her mouth. She watched with horrified eyes as the boy stripped his clothes off until he was naked. He had a lean brown body and a long thin cock. His prick was get- ting hard even as it bounced up and down with his movements.
She remembered about Calvin. She remembered the feel of his finger in her ass. She shuddered as she watched his cock grow to a long stiff rod.
He came to her, grabbed hold of the chain-leash and pulled her to her knees.
He pulled the ball out of her mouth. Holding his cock in his hand, he slapped his cockhead back and forth across her face and told her to open her mouth wide.
She closed her eyes and opened her lips and he shoved forward to bury his long prick in her throat.
He fucked her face awhile, and then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to suck his balls.
She thought of refusing, but the memory of the pain the others had caused her was to strong. She was certain Calvin was just as crazy as the others.
Sliding her fingers under his bloated ball-bag, she raised it up and started licking and sucking his nuts.
The feel of his balls in her mouth was strange. She realized all she had to do was clamp down with her teeth and she'd ruin him for life. But she was sure they'd kill her after- ward.
She was too afraid of them, afraid of Calvin. She sucked his nuts until they were soaked with her saliva, and when he told her to open her mouth wide to get both balls inside she did that too.
He seemed to enjoy having his balls in her mouth. His cock dangled over her nose, his cockshaft slapping against her forehead as she sucked his leathery ball-bag.
At last he pulled his nuts out of her mouth. Bending down, he smiled at her and fingered the clips attached to her nipples. "These things hurt?"
"They're awful. Can't you help me and take them off?"
"Hell, no, why should I do that?" He pulled at one of the chains and she groaned as the clip tore into the flesh of her nipple. "Eat my ass now. I'll just hold this chain to make sure you do it right."
Still holding the chain attached to her nipple, he turned and presented his muscular ass to her face.
He moved back a bit and she found her face pressed between his asscheeks.
She knew what he wanted. She knew he wanted her to lick and suck his asshole, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Then he tugged at the chain and her nipple suddenly felt on fire.
She moaned as she found his asshole with her mouth.
She licked his bung, lapping her tongue back and forth over the nut of his grommet.
He grunted with satisfaction. "That's good, but get your tongue inside. It's not the. right way unless you get your tongue inside."
She wanted to retch. A wave of nausea washed over her as she considered the filthy thing she was doing.
Stiffening her tongue, she prayed to God for forgiveness and slowly pushed it inside the hot ring of his asshole.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Now you've got it. Suck it, baby, suck my ass!"
She worked on his asshole, sucking and tongue-fucking his shitter. The musky smell of his ass surrounded her, enveloped her, filled her brain. Before long his ass-crack was drenched with her saliva. He giggled as he pushed back to grind his ass against her wet mouth.
He finally pulled his ass away from her face and told her to turn around and bend over. "Get your ass in the air," he said.
She quivered as she obeyed him. Because her hands were fixed behind her back, she had to lower her head to the mattress to support herself.
His hands clutched at her ass, his fingers squeezing and pinching her asscheeks. "Please don't hurt me," she moaned. "Haven't you had it in the ass before?" "Never!"
"Jesus Christ, I got me a cherry asshole. AH right, I'll get some oil. You wait right here and don't move."
To make sure she'd stay put, he tightened the chain-leash and put the ball-gag back in her mouth.
She knelt there on the mattress and waited for him. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have his cock in her ass, but the thought of it was too revolting and too frightening.
Was it true some woman liked to have it there all the time? A shudder ran through her as she thought of Frank sticking his prick in her ass.
Calvin finally returned, closed the door again and smiled at her. "I got some baby oil. There's nothing I hate more than a dry asshole."
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else, tried to pretend none of it was happening.
It seemed impossible that she was about to have a cock pushed inside her ass.
Then she felt his fingers lubricating her brownie with the baby oil. He snickered as he slid his finger inside her bung. Before long he had her asshole loose and slippery and ready for his cock.
She held her breath and a moment later she felt something warm in the crack of her ass.
She realized what she was feeling was his cockhead. He pressed the knob of his prick against her asshole.
A stab of pain suddenly ripped through her ass. She wanted to scream, but the ball in her mouth prevented it.
Then his cockhead snapped inside the elastic ring of her shitter.
As his cock slid forward to fill her bung, she remembered that Beth had said it would feel like a tree going in.
A giant tree, she thought.
When he finally stopped pushing, she could feel his balls against her pussy-lips and she realized she had all of his cock in her ass.
She felt like she had to use the toilet, like she had to take an enormous shit.
Most of the pain was gone now. In its place was a dull pressure and heat that quickly wiped out everything else.
She thought she'd pass out when he started so fucking her. The feel of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her asshole was too much to bear.
Soon he was slamming his cock in and out of her ass, ramming her body forward with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips.
He groaned and grunted and then suddenly she felt the wetness in her asshole and she knew he was shooting his load.
His thick jism spurted out of his cock and then splashed out of her bunghole again. She could feel it dripping on her cuntlips and on the insides of her thighs.
Like a beast, she thought. He fucks my ass like a beast and then he dumps his slimy spunk in my body.
His cock did not get soft. She thought he would fuck her and she would be finished with him, but instead of pulling his prick out of her asshole he let it remain inside.
Her shitter spasmed, her asshole clamping down on his prick and he laughed when he felt it.
"Just hold on," he said. "I'm going to give it to you again. The second one is always better than the first. Now I'll fuck your brains out."
His cock began sliding in and out of her ass again and she thought she would die right then.
This time he fucked her without mercy, his prick pounding her guts, his balls slapping against her cunt with each powerful stroke.
He came again, his throat making a croaking sound as once more he dumped a load of jism inside her ass.
She farted when he finally pulled his prick out of her asshole. She fell to the mattress filled with shame and disgust, hiding her face to avoid looking at him.
He laughed at her. He put his clothes on and walked out of the room. He left her lying there on the mattress with his jism oozing out of her gaping shithole.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the evening Emily had to serve dinner to the family. She had her arms freed, and she was thankful for that, but she still had the ball-gag in her mouth and she still wore the high heels that made her unsteady on her feet.
She thought of making a run for it through the back door in the kitchen, but she knew she wouldn't get very far across the fields around the house before they caught her.
And if they caught her trying to escape they S3 would punish her severely.
Julia taunted her as she carried the food to the table. The brunette pulled the ball-gag out of Emily's mouth and said, "You look so pretty with those heels, no wonder the men keep after you all the time. Did you have a good time with Calvin, honey?"
Everyone laughed as Emily blushed.
She stood near the table trembling. She wanted to scream at them, to tell them how she thought they were despicable animals. Instead she said nothing and hoped they would forget about her and pay attention to their food.
But Julia was more interested in Emily. "Tell us about Calvin," Julia said.
Emily quivered, aware of their eyes on her body. She still wore nothing but the corset and the shoes and they could see her naked tits and her cuntbush and ass. She thought her tits looked obscene the way they hung over the top of the corset. "I don't know what you mean," she said.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Enjoy it? Of course not."
"Don't you like getting it in your sweet little asshole?"
They all laughed, but Emily saw nothing funny. "It's a filthy act," she said. "It's an act against God." She wanted to tell them they were all perverts, but she kept her mouth shut for fear someone would grab the ring and torture her nipples and cuntlips by pulling the clips.
"You hear that, Calvin?" Julia said. "You hear what she says about assfucking?"
Calvin had his mouth filled with food, and when he talked some of the food dribbled over his lips. "She was a cherry-ass. But she's not cherry no more."
Beth giggled loudly.
Abner did not look too happy. "Shit, if I'd known that I would have cornholed her myself."
Julia smiled at Emily. "Show us your pretty little asshole, honey. Turn around and bend over and spread those lovely cheeks."
Emily bit her lip to keep from crying. She knew she had to obey them.
Turning around, she spread her legs and bent forward. Then she reached back and pulled her asscheeks apart with her hands.
Let them look, she thought. I don't care if they look at my asshole. They're all animals.
But she did care. She felt humiliated.
Then she cringed as she felt something rubbing back and forth across her asshole.
She groaned and Julia laughed. "It's only a pickle, honey. Hold still while I get it inside."
She had to suffer their perverted game. It was only a small pickle, but each time Julia pushed it inside Emily's shitter, Emily's asshole contracted and pushed the pickle out again.
Before long they were all laughing and giggling as the pickle kept popping out of her ass each time it was forced in.
When they finally finished the game, Emily turned around and was horrified to hear Julia order her to eat the pickle that had just been in her ass.
Emily took the pickle and looked at it. Thank God it looked clean. She brought it up to her mouth and closed her eyes and slipped it between her lips.
She ate the pickle and swallowed it down and hoped they would all rot in hell for what they were doing to her.
After that they gave her some scraps to eat. She had to sit on the floor, her back against the wall and her knees raised to expose her crotch.
They talked about the clips attached to her cuntlips and Julia told Beth to check them to see if they were firmly attached.
Beth did more than check the clips, she ran her fingers around Emily's cunthole and asshole and giggled at the way Emily squirmed in response.
"How about some celery?" Beth said with a leer. She grabbed a stalk of celery off a dish on the table and brought it down to Emily's crotch. She rubbed the end of the celery stalk up and down Emily's gash and then suddenly she pushed the stalk inside Emily's cunthole.
A gurgling sound of protest came out of Emily's mouth as she watched four or five inches of celery stalk vanish inside her cunt-channel.
Then Beth pulled the celery stalk out of Emily's pussy and brought it up to Emily's mouth. She pushed the celery against Emily's lips and finally Emily opened her mouth to accept it.
All of them laughed as Emily slowly ate the celery stalk soaked with her cuntjuice.
After dinner they left the table and moved to the living room. Emily thought they would make her wash the dishes, but instead Julia shackled Emily's hands behind her back again. Then Julia sat down and ordered Emily to get down on the floor and lick her shoes.
They laughed at her as she crawled around on her knees with her hands fixed behind her back.
Julia raised one foot and Emily began kissing and licking the brunette's shoe. Julia made her take the high heel in her mouth and suck it as if it was a cock. Then she had to do the other shoe until it, too, glistened with her saliva.
They taunted her, talking about her mouth and the way she licked and sucked. She kept her eyes closed and tried to pretend none of it was happening, but of course it didn't work.
After a while Julia pulled her feet away from Emily's mouth and reached under her skirt to slip her panties off.
The men hooted. Emily was shocked because Calvin was sitting there watching his mother like everyone else. Julia wore gartered nylons, and when she had her panties off she raised her knees and opened her legs and the hairy gash of her cunt was completely visible. She seemed unconcerned that her own son was sitting a few feet away and looking at her.
Julia ran her fingers over her thick cuntlips and smiled at Emily. "Eat my pussy, honey. It always turns me on when a pretty girl kisses my shoes."
The brunette slid forward and grabbed Emily's head and pulled Emily's face into her crotch.
Julia's pussy was sopping wet, and in a moment Emily had the brunette's cuntjuice smeared over her nose and mouth and chin.
"Suck my clit," Julia said.
Emily pursed her lips around Julia's fat clit and sucked it.
Julia purred her approval at Emily. The brunette squirmed and pumped her pussy at Emily's sucking mouth.
And she lets the boy watch it, Emily thought. These people were certainly disciples of the Devil. Emily thought it was awful for a woman to let her own son look at her the way Calvin was looking at his mother.
Abner was looking too. He was looking at Emily's ass as she knelt on the floor with her mouth on his wife's cunt. With a grunt Abner rose to his feet and dropped his overalls to his ankles. Then he dropped his pants and shorts and crouched behind Emily's upraised ass with his cock in his hand. He closed his big hands over her creamy asscheeks and then he lowered his head to spit on her bunghole. A moment later Emily groaned as Abner's thick cock slid inside her asshole to pack her shitter.
"Well, she's not a cherry-ass any more," Abner said, "but she's damn tight. Beth, you come over here and hold my balls."
Emily could see none of that. She had her mouth and nose in Julia's steaming cunt and she could see nothing but wet cuntflesh and cunt hair. Abner's thick cock felt like a baseball bat pistoning in and out of her shitter.
Abner pumped away in her ass until he brought a load out of his balls. He grunted and gasped and in a moment Beth was squeezing his swinging nuts as he spurted his spunk in Emily's hot shithole. Then he pulled his cock out of her ass and sat down on the rug.
Emily sucked and nibbled Julia's clit, but the brunette was unable to come.
That made Julia irritated. She twisted Emily's ear and finally pushed her away with her foot. "Come with me to the bathroom," Julia said.
The others snickered and hooted and Emily wondered what new horror was in store for her.
Wobbling on her stiletto heels, Emily stumbled forward as Julia pulled at the chain-leash and dragged her to the bathroom down the hall.
When they were inside the bathroom, Julia closed the door and sneered at Emily. "Turn your face up over the toilet bowl, honey."
Emily sputtered. "What do you mean?"
Julia pulled at Emily's chains and Emily screamed.
The next moment she was down on the floor, her back against the commode, her head half in the toilet and her face turned up.
She watched with horror in her eyes as Julia raised her skirt and squatted over her face.
Gazing down at Emily, Julia smirked as she dipped her fingers in her cunt.
Emily was spellbound as she watched the brunette's fingers spread her cuntlips to expose her clit and cunthole.
Then Julia grunted and suddenly a stream of hot piss gushed out of her pisshole to splash on Emily's face.
Emily cried out, closed her eyes and mouth, but it didn't do much good.
The reeking piss was everywhere on her face and hair, splashing off her head and into the toilet bowl.
Julia chuckled as she watched the last few spurts of piss drop down on Emily's face. Then the brunette squatted down further and pinched Emily's nose. "Let's have some tongue, honey. You don't want to miss any of it now, do you?"
Emily had no choice but to lick the last remnants of piss from Julia's hairy pussy.
Julia chuckled with satisfaction and finally pulled her cunt off Emily's face. The brunette backed off, turned around and used her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass. "Lay some tongue in my asshole," Julia said. "Calvin told me you're really good at it."
Emily groaned as the brunette moved back to press her ass against her face.
For the second time that day Emily closed her lips over someone's puckered bunghole. She fluttered her tongue over the elastic ring and then stiffened her tongue and pushed it inside.
Julia mewled with pleasure as Emily's wet tongue began sliding in and out of her ass.
Her eyes closed, her face surrounded by the brunette's asscheeks, Emily worked her tongue in Julia's asshole and prayed the ordeal would be over soon.
"Good girl," Julia said at last. "Now you better wash your face and put some fresh make-up on. You look a mess."
"I hate you!" Emily sobbed, struggling to her feet and staggering to the sink.
Julia laughed and freed Emily's hands so she could wash her face.
"Careful how you talk, honey. I'm feeling in a good mood because I came while I was pissing on you, but if you keep talking like that I'll get mad again. You don't want me mad again, do you? Anyway, you better get used to what we just did because it's the way I get off and you'll be doing it all the time. Next time I want your mouth open when I piss. It's not too bad. You may get to like it after a time."
Emily shuddered with disgust as she washed her face. When she had her face clean, she looked in the mirror and sobbed again at the sight of her hair.
"I need to wash my hair, too," she moaned.
Julia chuckled. "Never mind the hair, honey. Maybe Beth will help you with it tomorrow morning. Come on, do your face. Everyone likes to see you as pretty as you can be."
Emily wiped her hair dry with a towel. What she needed was a shampoo, but getting her hair dry was better than nothing. Then she put fresh make-up on.
As Emily applied lipstick to her lips, Julia ran her hand over the blonde's ass and smiled at her in the mirror.
"I love your butt, honey. I bet Calvin had himself a time in there."
Emily groaned. "It was horrible."
"Oh, come on," Julia chuckled, "I saw the way you got the shivers when I put that pickle in your ass. You liked it."
"I did not!"
Julia laughed and screwed her finger inside Emily's tight brownie.
Emily closed her eyes and shuddered as the brunette's finger slowly fucked in and out of her shithole.
Julia amused herself with a game. She dipped each of her fingers in Emily's asshole. When she had her thumb socked deep into the blonde's shitter, she turned her hand and squeezed two fingers inside Emily's cunthole.
Her cunthole and asshole stuffed with Julia's fingers, Emily moaned and held onto the sink to keep from falling.
Dear God, Emily thought, would her torment ever stop? It seemed incredible that this was only her first day here. What would happen to her? In another few days they'd have her completely destroyed.
CHAPTER SIX
Later in the evening they all sat around in the living room watching TV. Emily had to stand by like a servant to fetch' whatever they wanted out of the kitchen. She had her hands free but she still had the ball-gag in her mouth. She didn't mind scurrying back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. As long as she was doing that she was safe from all the horrible things that had happened to her.
But it didn't last. Abner grabbed the chain-leash and pulled her down on the floor between his legs. He pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and shoved two fingers between her lips and told her to suck.
He cackled with glee as she sucked his fingers.
When his fingers were good and wet, he made her stand up and turn around and bend over to show her ass. She groaned and sobbed as he slowly worked his two fingers inside her asshole.
She kept her eyes closed and prayed to God to strike all of them dead. How could the Lord allow people like this to continue to live? A moaning sound came out of her throat as Abner's fingers stroked in and out of her shitter.
Then he wanted her to bend over further. She tried to do what he wanted, but it wasn't good enough. He pulled on the nipple clips. The pain made her roll her eyes up and she thought she would faint. She managed to bend over enough to relieve the tearing of the clips at her nipples.
Keeping her bent like that, Abner grabbed her hips and pulled her back until he had his cockhead pushing at her asshole.
A moment later the knob of his stiff prick snapped into the hot grip of her shitter and he pulled her all the way down on his lap.
With his cock speared deep inside her ass, he settled her on his lap and reached around to play with her tits.
Emily moaned and squirmed, repelled by the feel of his thick prick stuffing her shit-tube. Then she cried out as Abner dropped one of his hands from her tits and snaked his fingers inside her pussy.
She still had the clips attached to her cunt-lips, and as he worked his fingers in her cunt the clips pulled at her cuntflesh and the pain was awful.
A groan on the other side of the room caught Emily's attention, and when she looked over there she gasped.
Julia was kneeling on an easy chair with her ass in the air and Calvin was standing behind her with his cock stroking in and out of her cunt.
Emily was spellbound at the sight of mother and son fucking in front of her eyes.
It's not the first time they're doing it, she thought. It was obvious that Calvin had fucked his mother before. Emily shuddered as she watched the boy's juice-coated cock slide in and out of his mother's gaping fuck-hole.
Abner finally blew his load in Emily's ass and pushed her off his lap.
She sank down on the floor in a heap, her throat convulsed with her sobs, her asshole raw and stretched and leaking his jism.
She thought she'd have some peace awhile, but in a moment Beth was on top of her, giggling as she pressed her crotch down on Emily's face.
Emily sucked at Beth's hot wet cuntflesh. A thick flow of juice drizzled out of Beth's cunt-hole to fill Emily's mouth.
When Beth finally came, she shuddered and groaned and started pissing all over Emily.
Beth giggled as Emily squirmed and struggled to avoid the hot piss splashing on her face.
Then it was finally over and Beth was allowed to crawl away to a dry place on the rug.
She looked over at Calvin and Julia. The boy was hunching his ass, pounding his cock in and out of his mother's cunt.
How can the Lord tolerate this? Emily thought. She looked at Abner. He was stroking his half-hard cock as he watched his wife and son. It was obvious he approved what they were doing.
When Calvin finally shot his load, Julia ordered Emily to suck the boy's spunk out of her fuck-hole.
Emily knelt behind Julia's upraised ass, her nose pressed against Julia's asshole, her mouth clamped against Julia's cunthole as she suctioned Calvin's jism down her throat.
After that they put the ball-gag back in Emily's mouth and once again shackled her hands behind her back.
Beth led Emily down the hall to the room with the bare mattress on the floor. Beth attached the chain-leash to the ring in the wall. "Good night, honey," Beth said. She giggled and pinched Emily's ass. Then she walked out and locked the door from the outside.
Her body shaking, the tears flowing down her cheeks, Emily collapsed on the old mattress in a heap.
She slept fitfully that night. Finally towards dawn she managed to sleep, and then suddenly someone was there kicking her ribs.
"Come on, bitch, get up," Calvin said. "My mother wants you."
He unlocked the chain from the ring in the wall and dragged her out of the room.
Groggy from lack of sleep, Emily staggered behind him like a poor animal. He pulled her down the hall to his mother's room and then pushed her inside.
Julia was sitting up in bed, her body covered by her nightgown, her arms folded over her knees. She looked at Calvin and smiled. "Go on, Cal, let her take care of you first. I can wait."
The boy grinned. He tightened the chain attached to Emily's collar and forced her to kneel at his feet. He pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth. Opening his fly, he whipped his cock out and pushed it between her lips.
Emily spluttered and squealed as the piss gushed out of Calvin's prick to flood her mouth.
He forced her to keep her mouth on his cock as he emptied his bladder. Whenever she tried to pull away, he tugged at the clips attached to her nipples.
He finally had no more piss to give her. He pushed her away and laughed and told his mother he was finished.
Julia chuckled as she took the chain-leash from her son. The brunette slid off the bed and tugged the leash as she looked down at Emily. "We'd better go in the bathroom," Julia said. "I don't like a mess all over my carpet. But first let's get the corset off, honey. You don't need that now."
Emily stood there without moving as they unbuckled and unlaced the leather corset she'd been wearing since yesterday. She was happy to get her arms free, happy to get the corset off her body, but something told her she might be in for a worse fate at the hands of Julia.
The brunette was vicious, Emily knew that now. Julia could not be trusted to show her any mercy. She was worse than the others. Julia was a fiendish witch. Emily remembered how last night Julia had let her own son fuck her in front of the others. When they had Emily stripped naked except \ for the collar around her neck and the clips on her nipples and cuntlips, Julia told Calvin to go down and get some breakfast on a tray for herself and bring it upstairs.
Emily was uncomfortably hungry, but she knew better than to ask Julia for her own breakfast.
After Calvin left the room, Julia smiled at Emily and pulled the blonde into the bathroom.
"I was lying there in bed thinking about you this morning," Julia said, "and I swear I got hot in the pussy. Did you have a nice sleep, honey?"
"I hope you all rot in hell," Emily sobbed. "They ought to be looking for me by now. I'm sure they've already found my car."
Julia snickered. "Your car is in the barn, sweetie. There's nothing for anybody to find.
Get in the bathtub now. I've been saving everything for you."
Emily had no idea what she was talking about. For a moment she thought Julia might be reasonable enough to let her have a bath.
Then, as she lay down in the tub, Emily saw the glitter in Julia's eyes and Emily knew there would never be anything reasonable about Julia.
Julia straddled Emily, lifted her nightgown and squatted over the blonde's head until her cunt and ass were less than a foot from Emily's face.
"Open your mouth, honey," Julia said. "Please, don't!"
The brunette grabbed the chains attached to the clips and pulled. "Come on now, open that pretty mouth."
Emily opened her mouth. She had no choice. The clips were tearing at her nipples and cuntlips and her flesh felt on fire.
The hot piss gushed out of Julia's pussy. The brunette gave a soft groan of satisfaction as she directed the stream with her fingers so that nearly all of it splashed into Emily's wide open mouth.
When Julia was finished pissing, she stepped out of the tub and pulled at the chain-leash to get Emily back into the bedroom.
Calvin had returned with breakfast for his mother. Emily had to sit on the floor and watch while Julia had her eggs and toast and coffee. By now Emily was terribly hungry. Julia knew that, but she did nothing but smile at Emily. She never offered the blonde any food.
Finally Emily said, "I need to eat something. I think I'll faint if I don't get something to eat."
"Later, honey," Julia said. "You be a good girl and after you finish here you'll have your turn."
Emily wondered if Julia would keep her promise. None of them could be trusted. They were all beasts intent on degrading and hurting her. She suspected they wouldn't mind starving her to death.
When Julia was finished with her breakfast, she handed the tray to Calvin. The boy put the tray on the dresser and then returned to his mother.
Julia smiled at Calvin and then she turned and smiled at Emily. "Now it's happy time," Julia said to Emily. "Now you get to lay some tongue where it'll do some good."
The brunette peeled her nightgown off, and then she turned to kneel on the bed with her ass facing Emily. "Come on, honey," Julia said, "Calvin's going to fuck my ass and I want you to get me nice and wet and loose for that big cock of his. Come on over here and let me feel your tongue in there."
Emily groaned and struggled to her feet. She shuffled forward until she was at the edge of the bed. When she hesitated, Calvin grabbed the clip attached to one of her nipples and pulled it until she screamed.
The boy snickered. "Suck her ass, bitch."
Emily crouched behind Julia's ass and pressed her face between Julia's asscheeks.
The brunette wriggled her butt until she had her asshole against Emily's mouth. A moment later Emily extended her tongue and began working on Julia's bung.
Calvin moved behind Emily to look at her ass while she was sucking his mother's shitter.
He was getting tired of fucking his mother, but he never told her that. He'd been fucking her ever since he was old enough to get a hard-on. They both liked it best when he stuck it in her ass, but after all these years he was getting bored with that too.
Emily's ass was new. She was a new cunt and a new ass and sooner or later he intended to fuck her until he had his fill of her.
Julia always called the shots and told everybody what to do, but Calvin was determined to have his fun with Emily before long.
Emily had her tongue all the way inside Julia's shithole. The ring of Julia's shitter had loosened up and Emily guessed it was wet and loose enough to take Calvin's cock.
The blonde was horrified at the idea of assisting the boy fuck his own mother, but she told herself she had no choice.
Maybe after it was finished she'd be able to get some breakfast. She was sure she'd faint if she didn't get something to eat soon.
Pulling her mouth away from Julia's asshole, Emily said, "Is that good enough?"
"It better be," Julia said. "If Calvin's cock doesn't go in there like a knife going through butter, you'll spend the rest of the day with your nose in my ass. Come on, Calvin baby, mommy needs some hard prick in her backdoor."
The boy licked his lips as he moved behind his mother. Her asshole was open and wet with Emily's saliva. Julia's shitter looked big enough to take a Ford pickup without getting more than a grunt out of her.
He stroked his cock with his fingers. Then he positioned his cockhead on the grommet of his mother's asshole and he pushed forward to bury his prick deep inside her shit-tube.
Julia mewled with delight. She wriggled her hips and pushed back against the invasion of his cock.
Emily stood there watching them, mesmerized by the lewd sight of a mother getting her son's cock in her asshole.
Calvin fucked Julia's ass with a steady rhythm, grunting each time he slammed forward to fill her bung with his prick.
Julia moaned and mewled and urged the boy to fuck harder. She shook her ass from side to side, her tits swinging like melons, her dark hair hanging down to the mattress.
At last Calvin came. He threw his head back and hissed and grunted as he shot his load in Julia's shithole.
Emily's heart pounded as she watched the boy empty his balls in his mother's ass. She expected God's wrath to come down from heaven, but nothing happened.
When Calvin pulled his prick out of his mother's ass, Julia turned and smiled at him and told him to take the breakfast tray back to the kitchen.
When the boy left, Julia reached over and patted Emily's cheek. "Ready, honey?"
Emily cringed. "I'd like some breakfast, if that's what you mean."
Julia chuckled. "Not yet, sweetie. Come on into the bathroom again, we've got to tidy up."
In a few moments Emily once again found herself lying in the tub with Julia squatting over her face. This time Julia was facing Emily's feet and Emily had a clear view of the brunette's recently fucked asshole.
She could see Calvin's jism leaking out of his mother's bung. Emily was fascinated by the sight. She found it disgusting and at the same time terribly erotic.
She knew what Julia wanted. When the brunette lowered her ass onto Emily's upturned face, the blonde closed her lips over Julia's puckered leaking asshole and began sucking Calvin's spunk out of Julia's shitter.
"That's delicious," Julia said with a groan. "You've learned how to ream an asshole, haven't you, honey? You want every drop of Calvin's spunk from there, don't you?" She pulled at the chains to get a response from Emily.
Emily pulled her mouth from Julia's asshole and said, "Yes!"
"Yes, what? Let me hear it."
"Yes, I want his jism out of your ass. I want every drop of it!"
"Well, maybe you've got all of it now. Do you think so?" "Yes, I think I do."
"Then here's a present for you, honey. Just watch my asshole and you'll get your little present."
Emily was hypnotized. She kept her eyes fixed on the dark ring of Julia's asshole. She saw the ring widen, she saw something pushing its way out, but she didn't believe it. Not at first. Then she had to accept the reality. She watched with horrified eyes as the big turd squeezed out of Julia's stretched asshole inch by inch. It came out like a fat brown sausage and quivered. Then it dropped down on Emily's face and Emily fainted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Ambersons rode the truck into town that day and Emily found herself alone with Beth.
Emily thought Beth wasn't as bad as the others, but she soon discovered how wrong she was.
As soon as the truck was gone down the dirt road leading to the highway, Beth appeared with a sneer on her face and a whip in her hand.
"I'm going to whip your pretty ass," Beth said.
Emily was helpless. She had the ball-gag in her mouth and the corset on with her arms fixed behind her back. She was unable to say a word, unable to plead with Beth not to hurt her.
Anyway, what good would it have done to plead? From the look in Beth's eyes, it was obvious to Emily she was in for a horrible time.
Tugging at the chain-leash, Beth made Emily kneel on an easy chair with her chin hanging over the back and her ass in the air. Before Emily realized what was happening, Beth had her securely bound to the chair with ropes.
Unable to move, Emily closed her eyes and waited with a sinking heart for the whipping to begin.
Maybe this is payment for my sins, she thought. But she'd never considered herself to be that much of a sinner.
Then Beth came around to face Emily and pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth.
"How you feeling, honey? Maybe we'll have the ball out of your mouth so I can hear you scream. Don't you think that's better?"
"Please," Emily whined, "must you do this?"
Beth chuckled. "You can't stop me, pussycat."
"I'm begging you!"
"You got something to offer?"
"What do you mean?"
"You got something you can do for me? There's nothing special you can do for me, honey. I can make you do anything I want. If I tell you to open your mouth so I can piss in it, that's what you do. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"And if I say you get whipped, you get whipped."
Beth leaned over Emily and suddenly the whip lashed against Emily's ass.
Emily cried out. She tried to move but she found it impossible.
Beth looked down at Emily and sneered and once again the whip lashed out over Emily's back to strike her ass.
The pain was sharp and burning, the thin leather strands of the whip cutting into Emily's tender assflesh.
After several more strokes of the whip, Beth moved around behind Emily and ran the handle of the whip up and down between Emily's asshole and cunthole.
Emily groaned as she felt the hard leather handle of the whip digging into the soft flesh of her pussy.
The tip of the handle probed the mouth of Emily's cunthole. Beth twisted and turned the handle and then slowly slid it deep inside Emily's cunt-channel.
"Feel like a cock, honey?"
"It hurts!" Emily wailed.
"That's good. Let me fuck it in and out some more."
The handle of the whip was not completely smooth and the rough spots tore at Emily's sensitive cuntflesh. She was soon sobbing with pain and fear that her pussy would be permanently damaged.
Then at last Beth pulled the whip handle out of Emily's cunt and started whipping her again.
This time Emily was grateful to be whipped instead of fucked with the whip handle.
Beth continued lashing Emily's lush ass with the whip until finally Emily passed out.
Emily had no idea how long she was unconscious.
When she opened her eyes again, Beth was no longer whipping her. Beth was standing in front of her, leering and giggling.
Emily felt something wet in her asscrack and she shuddered. It felt like a large wet tongue. But whose? Beth was right there in front of her and the others were supposedly in town.
"What's happening to me?" Emily groaned.
Beth laughed. "That's Jack." "Jack?"
"The Doberman, honey. He's licking up and down your asshole and cunthole. I smeared some gravy in there and he just loves gravy. Feel good?"
"Dear God, it's horrible!"
Beth laughed again, delighted at Emily's response.
Just then Calvin walked into the room. He'd hitchhiked back from downtown alone. When he saw the dog nuzzling Emily's ass he started giggling.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said to his aunt.
"What does it look like?" Beth replied. "Jack's having himself a wonderful time. Does it turn you on?"
The boy grinned. "I like her ass."
"Well, you can't have it, not yet anyway. Not until you do something nice to me."
"Like what?"
"I'll think of something," Beth said with a coy smile.
Emily heard all of this, but they were behind her and she could not see their faces. Now Emily felt the dog being pulled away.
The dog Jack was sent out of the house again and a moment later Emily felt someone's hands on her ass.
They were Beth's hands, Emily recognized the softness after a while.
Beth fingered Emily's cuntlips and pried them open to expose the inside of her cunt.
"Look how wet she is," Beth said to Calvin.
"I guess she's turned on by all this shit."
"Julia said that would happen."
It's not true! Emily thought. She wanted to scream out at them and tell them it was a lie, but instead she merely began sobbing.
"I think I'd like her to suck my dick," Calvin said.
Beth chuckled. "Well, bring it out, honey. I bet you've had a hard-on ever since you walked in here."
They moved around in front of Emily. Calvin had his cock hanging out of his fly and Beth's hand was lightly stroking it.
Aunt and nephew, Emily thought. The Ambersons fucked with each other as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Emily watched as Beth helped Calvin unbuckle his belt and get his pants and shorts down to his ankles.
Beth laughed softly as she fondled the boy's cock and balls.
Emily shuddered as a glob of cockjuice dropped off the tip of Calvin's prick and fell to the floor.
"Your nuts are swollen," Beth said. "Let's get it in your mouth and drain you off."
They played with Emily. Beth pinched Emily's nose and forced her to open her mouth. Calvin moved forward, pushed his fat cockhead inside Emily's lips and then squirmed his ass until he had his cock buried balls deep in her face.
Emily had to keep her jaws wide open to take his thick fuck-pole and still have some room to breathe.
Calvin slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth until he had no more than the knob of his prick between her lips. Then he pushed forward again, slid his cock all the way in until his cockhead rammed against the back of her throat.
The boy was soon fucking Emily's mouth with a smooth pumping of his hips.
Beth ran her hands over Calvin's ass. Reaching under his cock, she cupped his balls and held them as he fucked his cock in and out of Emily's gaping lips.
"Are you going to come, honey?" Beth said.
Calvin grunted. "Soon, Aunt Beth. Jesus, what a great mouth she has? It's like fucking a vacuum cleaner!"
Beth giggled. Still holding his balls, she fondled his ass with her other hand and probed between his asscheeks with her fingertips.
When Beth found her nephew's asshole, she drilled her middle finger all the way inside his bung to the last knuckle.
Calvin groaned and fucked his cock harder in and out of Emily's mouth.
Suddenly the boy's cock erupted and he began spurting his thick jism down Emily's throat.
The captive blonde had to swallow convulsively in order to avoid choking. Calvin's ropey spunk filled her mouth and slid down her throat in a slimy mass.
After that they untied Emily, freed her from the chair and unshackled her arms. She still wore the corset, her tits hanging over the top of it like two creamy melons. Beth brought a pair of fishnet stockings from her room and she made Emily put them on.
They forced Emily to parade around the room on her stiletto heels, her tits and ass jiggling with her movements.
Beth and Calvin took turns fondling Emily's pussy and ass, and then Beth told her nephew she'd like to see Emily rim him.
"Would you like that, Cal?"
"Oh, yeah," he grinned.
Turning to Emily, Beth said, "Stick your tongue out, honey."
Emily extended her tongue and shuddered when Beth told her she wanted at least half that tongue inside Calvin's ass.
"Do you understand me, honey?"
"Yes," Emily said in a weak voice.
Beth laughed and slapped Emily's face. "A little louder, honey, we can't hear you."
"Yes," Emily said, her voice louder this time.
Calvin got down on the rug on all fours and Emily had to slip her knees behind him.
She quivered as she gazed at the boy's muscular ass and dark hairy asscrack and fat balls hanging low in their leathery pouch between his thighs.
Beth ordered Emily to wash Calvin's ass with her tongue. "Just get that pretty tongue everywhere, sweetie. All over that lovely butt of his."
Leaning forward, Emily began licking Calvin's asscheeks. She licked one hard cheek and then the other. She gradually worked her way towards his musky asscrack.
Chuckling, Beth leaned over Calvin's back and used her hands to pull his asscheeks apart. Her eyes glittered as she watched Emily's tongue fluttering close to the boy's bunghole.
"Come on, honey," Beth said. "Get that pretty tongue inside his ass." .
Emily closed her eyes and finally lapped her tongue over his asshole.
First she worked the tip of her tongue over the muscular ring. When she had his asshole coated with her saliva, she felt his asshole twitching. She opened her eyes and looked at his bung. A quiver ran through her as she watched the pinkish-brown ring rhythmically open and close.
Once again she fluttered her tongue over the boy's bunghole. This time she slowly worked her tongue inside it, pushing and squirming her tongue until she had a half inch of it inside his ass.
Calvin groaned with pleasure and pushed his ass back at her face.
Beth laughed and urged Emily on..
Her heart pounding, Emily pushed forward, clamped her lips over Calvin's asshole and slowly gave his ass as much tongue as she could stretch out of her mouth.
It was different this time. When they'd made her do this before, she'd been too stunned by the act to know or feel what she was doing.
Now she was more aware. She could feel Calvin's asshole grabbing at her tongue and trying to suck it inside his body. She was more aware of the musky taste of his ass. With her mouth pressed against his asshole, her face was surrounded by his butt-cheeks. She felt completely submissive to him, completely dominated by his muscular masculine ass.
Instinctively, Emily began tongue-fucking Calvin's ass, sliding her tongue in and out of the boy's asshole.
Calvin made a croaking sound of pleasure. He squirmed his ass on her face. Each time she slid her tongue inside his ass, he pushed back at her to get as much of it as possible.
Beth, in the meantime, was now playing with Calvin's cock and balls. The boy's dick was hard as iron again. Beth loved to see the new bitch-slave they had rimming Calvin's asshole. Julia always called the shots around the house and Beth was pleased to have a chance to do some directing herself. She liked Calvin, he was the only one who really treated her right, and it was nice to see him have his fun.
"How is it?" Beth said to her nephew. "She's good," Calvin said with a grunt. "Is she giving you enough tongue?" "It feels like she's got about a foot of her tongue inside me, Aunt Beth."
And Beth quickly crouched down under Calvin to get his cock in her mouth.
Overcome by the wonderful sensations produced by Emily's hot tongue sliding in and out of his ass, a moment later Calvin called out and threw his head back and spewed his thick jism into his aunt's sucking mouth.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nearly a week passed. Emily still hoped her misery would somehow end, but she was beginning to believe the chances were growing slimmer. The Ambersons seemed confident no one would come looking for her. For Emily, each new day became the beginning of another nightmare of sexual degradation.
Then one afternoon a man drove up to the house in a large black car.
Emily was locked in her room and she saw him through the window. She was filled with excitement. She thought surely now her torment would be ended. There had to be some way to let the man know she was being held captive by the Amber sons.
But the door of her room was locked from the outside, and she was helpless.
She heard the man enter the house. She heard them talking downstairs in the living room, something about money and a bank in town.
Then after five or ten minutes, Beth came upstairs and entered Emily's room.
Beth smiled at Emily as she pushed the ball-gag into Emily's open mouth. "Don't try anything funny," Beth said. "Julia wants you downstairs to meet Mr. Caldwell."
Emily was shocked. How could she possibly meet a stranger dressed as she was? She wore the leather corset, she had her hands lashed behind her back, and she had a gag in her mouth. Her tits and pussy and ass were completely naked. Beth had brought a pair of high-heeled sandals with her and she made Emily put them on. They weren't as bad as the five-inch heels they made her wear sometimes, but they were bad enough. Emily was distraught. The idea of appearing before a complete stranger half naked like this made her shudder.
You're an idiot, she thought. After all that had happened to her, how could she possibly still have any modesty left?
Besides, it was better to meet this Mr. Caldwell face to face and let him see how they were treating her. That was better than remaining in the room and having him leave unaware of her plight.
And so finally Emily left her room with Beth and they walked down the stairs to the living room.
The man who sat there with Julia and Abner and Calvin was dressed in a business suit and he looked prosperous. Emily learned later his name was Henry Caldwell and he was a banker, an officer in the bank that held the mortgage on the Amberson house.
But at the moment Caldwell obviously had no interest in mortgages. His eyes glittered as he gazed at Emily. A smile came to the corners of his thin lips and he said, "Well, well, look at this."
Emily's heart filled with despair. Instead of being shocked at her condition, Caldwell seemed delighted.
"She's not completely tame," Julia said, "but she's coming along. Come over here, honey. Let Mr. Caldwell get a good look at you."
Quivering with embarrassment and fear, Emily moved across the room to stand close to where Julia and Caldwell were seated on the sofa.
Julia motioned with her hand, instructing Emily to turn around. Emily knew her situation was hopeless. She turned slowly, exhibiting her body, showing Caldwell her ass and then once again her pussy and tits.
"What do you think?" Julia said.
"She's a knockout," Caldwell said with a smile.
"Damn fine pussy," Abner said. Julia gave Abner a stern look and Abner shut up.
Caldwell looked at Julia. "I'd like to see her with a shaved pussy. Can you do that now?"
Julia nodded. "Of course." She turned to Beth. "Take her to the bathroom down the hall. There's a razor in the cabinet."
Emily moved in a daze as Beth took hold of the chain-leash and led her out of the room.
Dear God, Emily thought, there's no hope for me.
Moments later, in the bathroom, Beth had Emily's crotch lathered up and the razor sliding over Emily's cunt mound and along her cuntlips.
"Oh, look how cute it is," Beth said with a giggle. "Your pussy looks much better bald, honey, it really does. I bet old Caldwell will cream his shorts when he sees this."
Emily looked down at her crotch. Her cunt was hairless now. She'd never seen herself like this and it looked totally stranger to her. She could see her pink inner cuntlips protruding between the fat outer lips like the petals of a flower.
Beth giggled again, patted some talcum powder on Emily's cunt mound and then ran her fingertip up and down the slit of Emily's pussy.
Emily closed her eyes and shuddered as Beth's finger wormed its way inside her cunthole.
"You're a naughty girl," Beth said with a snicker. "All juiced up in there, aren't you?"
Emily was finally led out of the bathroom and back to the living room.
Caldwell looked pleased when he saw her shaved pussy. "Much better," he said.
Julia smiled. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes, indeed. You get the extension, all right. I'd like some time alone with her now. A bedroom somewhere?"
"You can use my room," Julia replied with a chuckle.
Caldwell rose to his feet, patted Emily's cheek and ran his fingers over the ball-gag protruding from her mouth. "We'll have a lovely time," he said. "We certainly will."
A soft giggle came out of his throat as he lifted the chain-leash and tugged at it.
Julia escorted Caldwell and Emily out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom.
When they were inside the bedroom, Julia left them and closed the bedroom door.
Caldwell smiled at Emily and walked around her to inspect her body.
He pinched her ass and chuckled when she squirmed.
He looked carefully at the clips attached to her nipples. Then a moment later she rolled her eyes in a silent scream as his fingers pulled at the clips and tore her nipple-flesh.
"Oh, that's wonderful," he said. "My wife is going to love you. And look at the clips down here on these lovely little cuntlips. Does it hurt here too?"
He tugged at the clips attached to her cuntlips and laughed at the way she squirmed. He ran his finger up and down her cunt slit and laughed again when he discovered how wet she was.
"On the bed, doll," he said. "I'll suck some of that cream out of you." He made her lie on the bed on her back with her knees pulled up to her tits.
Crouching between her thighs, he immediately plastered his mouth over her cunt and began sucking the hot juice out of her gash.
She twisted and squirmed, but he held her body fast with his hands.
She still had her hands lashed behind her back and it was painful to lie on her wrists like that.
But of course Caldwell didn't care about her discomfort. It was silly of her to expect he would care. He seemed interested in nothing except sucking her cunt dry.
It's better than being whipped, she thought. His mouth and tongue were beginning to feel good. It was awful to be at his mercy like this, but she couldn't deny how pleasant it was to have his hungry mouth sucking at her cunt.
Was she becoming like the rest of them, an animal steeped in sin?
But she was a captive. She couldn't be blamed for wanting some relief from her torment. It wasn't her fault that Caldwell's mouth felt good on her pussy.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her cunt and smiled down at her, she blushed when she saw her cunt juice glistening on his face.
"That's a hot little pussy," he said. "You're turned on, aren't you, sweetie? You're gushing like a waterfall."
Emily wanted to scream at him. She wanted to deny her arousal, deny she was turned on. She wanted to beg him to free her from her bondage to the Ambersons. But she could say nothing because of the ball-gag and there was no way to get rid of it.
Then the opportunity came. Caldwell made her sit up on the edge of the bed and he suddenly removed the ball-gag from her mouth.
"Please," she said with a gasp, "please help me!"
"Help you?"
"I'm a prisoner here. Please help me get away from them. They're horrible!" He laughed. "Oh, dear me." "I beg you!"
"I don't know what I can do."
"You can help me escape."
"Well, I'll think about it," he said with a smirk. "How much I think about it depends on how clever you are. Are you clever?"
She knew what he meant. She wanted to cry. "I don't know," she said.
"Well, we'll find out, won't we? Let's see what you can do with this."
She sat on the edge of the bed motionless in front of him as he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants.
He pulled his foreskin back to expose the red knob of his prick. "Suck it, sweetie."
She had to do it. She knew she would have no chance to get his help unless she did what he wanted.
His cockhead was already dripping juice out of the slit of his pisshole. His red cockhead looked like a fat juicy plum waiting to be sucked.
She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take his throbbing prick between her lips.
Caldwell sighed with satisfaction as he buried his cock in the hot cavern of her mouth.
His hands found her tits, then the clips attached to her nipples. He tugged at the clips and laughed when she sucked harder in response.
She thought he wanted to come in her mouth, but after a while he pushed her face away from his cock and told her to lie back on the bed.
She watched him as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles.
His cock glistened with her saliva. He had large balls, a pair of heavy nuts hanging low in their leathery sac. His cock and balls were surrounded by a thick growth of dark curly hair.
Lying on her back, she groaned as he c between her legs and raised them and dra them over his shoulders.
A moment later she felt his thick cock sliding into her wet cunt and she groaned again when his hairy balls slapped against her ass.
He began fucking her, slowly at first, and then the rhythm increased, and he was soon fucking her with powerful strokes.
Her tits wobbled like two balloons as he pounded his cock in and out of her shaved pussy.
He kept his eyes glued on her bald cunt, on the juice-drenched shaft of his cock as it slid like a piston in her slimy cunt.
Was he enjoying himself enough to help her escape?
She closed her eyes and shuddered as he started coming. She could picture his cockhead gushing and spurting his jism inside her pussy.
He continued fucking her until his balls were drained, and then he pulled his cock out of her cunt and smiled at her. "Clean it, sweetie. Use your mouth."
With a groan she sat up and took his cock in her mouth again. She could taste his jism and her cuntjuice as she worked her lips up and down the shaft of his soft prick.
Suddenly his cock was spurting again. But not jism. He held her head with both hands and chuckled as he filled her mouth with his hot piss.
"Go on," he said, "drink it, sweetie. Drink it all up."
She drank as much as she could, but there was too much of it coming too fast. At the end he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pissed on her face.
She sat there without moving, letting his hot piss splash over her eyes and nose and mouth, her body shaking with her sobs.
When it was all over, she looked at him and said, "Will you help me get away?"
He smiled at her. "We'll see my wife first.
We'll see what she says."
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, Lordie Lord, look how pretty she is," Phoebe Caldwell said.
Emily was in the Caldwell house. She was bent over the back of an easy chair, trussed up with ropes, bound hand and foot and bent double with her ass in the air. She was naked, not a stitch of clothing on her body. Th Caldwells were behind her and everything she had was revealed to them.
Phoebe Caldwell was a little blonde woman with creamy skin and huge tits. Her eyes glowed as she gazed at Emily. Phoebe was fully dressed, but she had her hands on her tits and her fingers pinching her nipples through her blouse.
"She's lovely," Phoebe said. "Can I do anything I want with her?"
Henry Caldwell smiled. "Of course, dear. She's all ours for at least a week."
Phoebe giggled and walked up to Emily. She ran her fingertips over Emily's lush asscheeks and then slipped them between Emily's thighs to tickle her smooth cuntlips.
"She's got a bald pussy," Phoebe said with a chuckle.
"I thought you'd like that," Henry said.
"I certainly do. And this cute little brownie. I think I'd like to fuck her, Henry. Can I do that?"
"You certainly can."
"Maybe I'll hit her first. Does she cry when she gets whipped?" "They told me she screams." "Lord, what fun."
Emily shuddered. She had no gag in her mouth, but she'd long ago given up pleading with them to let her go. The Caldwells were determined to torment her and there was nothing she could do about it.
Henry had his arms around Phoebe's waist now. His hand dropped down to her ass and he rolled and squeezed her asscheeks through her skirt.
As Phoebe continued amusing herself by fondling Emily's ass and cunt, Henry gathered his wife's skirt in his hand, slipped his hand under it and stroked his palm over her butt.
Phoebe purred and wriggled her ass against Henry's hand. Then a soft moan came out of her throat as Henry's finger found her asshole and pressed against it suggestively.
Phoebe said, "Can I fuck her now, darling?"
"Of course."
"Get the dildo, honey. Will you do that for me?"
Henry chuckled and dropped his hand from his wife's ass. He kissed her cheek and left the room.
When Phoebe was certain Henry was gone, she snickered at Emily and suddenly dug her thumb inside Emily's asshole.
Emily groaned as the blonde's finger screwed its way inside her bung.
When Phoebe had her thumb all the way inside Emily's asshole, she slipped three of the other fingers inside Emily's cunthole and held poor Emily in a bowling-ball grip.
"How's this?" Phoebe said. "I hate you!"
"Honey, I'm going to have so much fun with you, you can't imagine. I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass until you see stars. You understand me?"
"Yes.'?
"Say 'yes, Mistress.' " "Yes, Mistress."
"That's better. Clamp down on my thumb, honey. Show me how tight your asshole is."
Emily did as she was asked. What good would it do to refuse? She was completely in their power and she knew she had to do whatever they wanted.
Henry returned with a huge rubber cock attached to a set of straps.
Emily could not see the dildo. Had she been able to have a look at it, she would have certainly screamed.
Phoebe giggled as she strapped the dildo around her waist and adjusted it so the back end pressed against her clit. Henry helped her fix it securely, and a moment later the little blonde swayed her hips to show her husband how the mammoth rubber cock jiggled up and down.
"Not too hard," Henry said with a chuckle. "We don't want to kill her on the first day."
Phoebe laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I had my fingers in her cunt and I'm sure she can take every inch of it."
Emily waited, her heart pounding with apprehension. Then suddenly she felt the head of the rubber cock pushing against her cunt hole.
A wailing sound came out of Emily's throat as the huge rubber prick slowly stuffed her cunt-channel.
"See," Phoebe said, "she's got every inch of it."
It was true. Emily had ten inches of thick rubber cock in her cunt. Her cunthole was stretched the widest it had ever been, but she felt no pain. She felt like she had a telephone pole rammed up her cunt.
Now Phoebe pulled the dildo out, far enough out to get most of the shaft out of Emily's cunt. The dildo glistened with Emily's cuntjuice and Phoebe chuckled when she saw it.
"She's juicing up," Phoebe said.
"She's a hot little piece," Henry said.
Emily closed her eyes and she wanted to die. It was bad enough to be degraded by them, but to have her body betray her was more than she could bear.
Phoebe began moving, and soon she was fucking the big rubber cock smoothly in and out of Emily's cunt.
Emily shuddered, and then suddenly without any warning her cunt spasmed around the rubber cock and she came.
She cried out. She moaned and twisted her ass from side to side. Phoebe giggled and began ramming Emily's cunt more forcefully.
"Look at her," Phoebe said. "She's blasting off like a rocket launcher!"
It was true. Maybe it was all the accumulated suffering at last breaking through to produce Emily's tremendous orgasm.
It was something new. She'd never come like this in her life, never so hard, never with such mind-blowing contractions in her cunt. She could feel her clit twitching. Her little passion button felt a foot long.
Phoebe finally stopped fucking Emily's cunt. They untied her and pulled her off the easy chair. When Phoebe ordered Emily to suck her own cuntjuice off the dildo, Emily went down on her knees to do it.
When Emily had the dildo clean, Phoebe loosened the straps and tossed it away. She smiled down at Emily and said, "Kiss my foot, slave."
Emily lowered her face and kissed Phoebe's instep.
Henry grinned and sat down to watch them. He knew what was coming now. He'd seen Phoebe do this routine before and it always turned him on. Unzipping his fly, he brought his cock out and slowly stroked it as he watched the two women.
Phoebe ordered Emily to undress her. The little blonde stood there and smiled as Emily worked the buttons and hooks and zippers and peeled Phoebe's clothes off her body.
When Phoebe was down to her bra and panties, she whispered something to Emily. Henry couldn't hear what it was, but the next moment Emily was down on her knees again with her nose buried in Phoebe's crotch.
Henry chuckled at the sound of Emily sniffing between his wife's thighs. Phoebe still wore her panties and Henry guessed the crotch of those panties was soaking wet with Phoebe's cuntjuice.
Then Phoebe said something to Emily and turned around and this time Emily leaned forward to sniff at Phoebe's ass.
Henry's cock twitched as he watched Emily push her pretty nose between Phoebe's ass-cheeks.
Giggling with delight, Phoebe turned around again. She unhooked her bra and slipped it off and tossed it away.
Hefting her huge tits with her hands, Phoebe bent at the waist and laughed as she wrapped her boobs around Emily's face.
Then Phoebe pulled back again. Holding one of her tits with both hands, she pushed the long fat nipple at Emily's mouth and ordered her to suck.
The sight of Emily sucking on his wife's huge tit brought a glob of juice out of the pisshole of Henry's cock. He smeared the juice over his cockhead and continued stroking the shaft of his prick.
When Phoebe was completely naked, she sat down in the easy chair and pulled her knees up to her tits. She had a loose-lipped hairy cunt with an oversized clit and a gaping cunthole. Pulling her cuntlips apart with her fingers, she smiled at Emily and said, "Suck it, slave."
Henry sighed with satisfaction as he watched Emily move forward to get her mouth on Phoebe's cunt. He liked watching Phoebe get her cunt sucked by a female mouth. He wondered if Emily liked it. Maybe she did. She was busily slurping up Phoebe's thick cunt-juice.
Emily was in a daze. The powerful orgasm she'd had before was still affecting her. Or maybe it was this new weird pleasure she felt carrying out the orders of Phoebe. She'd always found it disgusting to suck cuntjuice in the Amberson house, but now things seemed to have changed. Now she was happy to have Phoebe's heavy flow of cunt cream.
And the smell of Phoebe's pussy drove her wild. The heady hot smell of excited cunt was marvelous.
Now Phoebe pulled her knees all the way back until they were mashing her big tits. She squirmed her crotch and rolled it up and then she used her hand to push Emily's head down to where she wanted it.
Emily needed no instructions. She had her mouth hovering over Phoebe's pinkish-brown asshole and she knew Phoebe wanted the feel of her tongue in her bung.
Extending her tongue, Emily fluttered her tongue-tip over the puckered nut of Phoebe's shithole.
Henry watched and grinned. Phoebe had an ecstatic look on her face as her slave tickled her asshole with her tongue.
Without waiting to be told, Emily stiffened her tongue and slowly forced it inside Phoebe's shitter.
A soft groan of pleasure came out of Phoebe. She hissed and pulled her lips back and pushed her belly muscles and opened her ass to Emily's hot tongue.
"Oh, Lord," Phoebe gasped, "she's got her tongue all the way inside my ass! It's wonderful!"
Emily was determined now to bring Phoebe off. She wanted Phoebe to climax while she had her tongue in Phoebe's ass. She hungered for the feel of Phoebe's asshole contracting around her tongue while the little blonde came.
Pressing her face more firmly into Phoebe's crotch, Emily found Phoebe's clit with her nose and began rubbing the oversize knob from side to side.
Phoebe moaned. The feel of Emily's nose rubbing her swollen clit and Emily's tongue fucking in and out of her ass was too much. She quivered and gasped and came. She humped her crotch at Emily's face. Holding Emily's head with two hands, Phoebe pushed and pulled to help Emily stroke her tongue in and out of her shithole.
At the end Phoebe lost control and started pissing. She giggled madly as the hot piss gushed out of her pussy to splash over Emily's face.
Emily didn't mind. She was used to having her face drenched with piss by now. She swallowed as much of it as she could, and then she licked her lips to get a bit more. When ill Phoebe stopped pissing, Emily lowered her face again to get her tongue inside Phoebe's twitching ass.
After a while Phoebe pushed Emily's face away from her ass and said, "Do you like the taste of my ass, honey?"
"Yes," Emily said meekly.
"I thought you did. You're going to be our little slave, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Phoebe giggled with delight. "Get the dildo, slave. Let's see how much of it you can take in your backdoor."
Emily shuddered with fear, but she went after the dildo and brought it back to Phoebe.
The little blonde ordered Emily to get on all fours on the rug.
When Emily was in position, her ass raised provocatively in the air, Phoebe came around to face Emily and told her to lick the dildo until it was wet. "Do a good job of it," Phoebe said. "The wetter it is, the easier it'll be going inside your ass."
Emily sucked and licked the mammoth dildo until it was drenched with her saliva.
Phoebe finally moved back to Emily's ass. Holding the rubber cock in one hand, the little blonde rubbed the head of the cock up and down Emily's asscrack and then at last positioned it on Emily's bunghole.
Emily closed her eyes and groaned as the fat rubber cock slowly pushed inside her ass.
There was no pain. After all the assfucking she'd been getting, Emily's asshole was loose enough to take almost anything.
Phoebe mewled with glee as she started fucking the dildo in and out of Emily's ass.
Then suddenly Emily had her second orgasm. She shuddered and cried out as the rubber cock rammed in and out of her quaking ass.
Over on the sofa, Henry pumped his cock with his fist and groaned as wad after wad of thick jism began spurting out of his pisshole.
CHAPTER TEN
Three days passed. Emily found herself a slave to the Caldwells. They were not as cruel as the Ambersons, but they knew how to torment her.
Phoebe insisted that Emily dress like a French maid. Emily had to wear a short black dress and black gartered stockings and black high-heeled pumps. Over the dress she wore a frilly white apron. She wore no panties under the dress and both Phoebe and Henry enjoyed us fondling her bare ass and pussy whenever they felt like it.
Emily had to service the Caldwells whenever they wanted it. Phoebe was much more kinky than Henry. The little blonde liked to sit on Emily's face with her asshole pushing down on Emily's nose and her pisshole pushing down on Emily's mouth. In this position Phoebe liked to frig herself to an orgasm and then finish off by pissing in Emily's mouth.
Emily discovered she liked it. In the beginning she couldn't believe it, but after she came a few times while Phoebe was pissing in her mouth she realized she found it exciting to be treated like that.
Did Phoebe know that Emily had changed? Emily wasn't sure, but sometimes she saw a gleam in the little blonde's eyes that told her Phoebe understood.
Although Phoebe was kinkier than her husband, Henry kept Emily busy. He had a great deal of energy for a man his age. Emily had to suck his cock in the morning and then again in the evening. He always gave her a thick load of jism and after a few days she was beginning to like the taste of it. After dinner he liked to have his asshole rimmed. They would do it in the living room while Phoebe watched one of her favorite television shows. Emily thought it was completely crazy to be kneeling there on the rug with her face pressed against Henry's ass while his wife was sitting a few feet away with her eyes on the TV screen. But she enjoyed tongue-fucking Henry's asshole. The lewdness of the act made it exciting and sometimes she came while doing it.
Lord, how things have changed, she thought. She was getting comfortable in her bondage. She had marvelous orgasms. Her former life was something distant and almost strange. Were they still looking for her? The woman she'd been before was nothing like the woman she was now.
Then on the afternoon of the fifth day that Emily was in the Caldwell house, the Caldwell's daughter arrived home from college.
The girl's name was Tina. Both Phoebe and Henry had been excited all morning at their daughter's impending arrival, particularly Henry. And then finally Tina walked in the front door and they were kissing and hugging and smiling at each other.
Tina took after Henry. She was a cute little brunette with a perky face and an adorable body. Her eyes grew wide and she giggled when she first saw Emily.
"Oh, boy, what's this?" Tina said.
"Meet Emily," Phoebe said with a smile. "She's a naughty girl and she does naughty things."
Tina laughed. "Mother, you've been up to no good again. Is she for keeps?"
"Maybe," Henry said. "Right now she's only temporary, but we'll see what happens."
Tina giggled again, her eyes never leaving Emily. "Yummy," the girl said, "I can see I'm going to love my vacation."
Emily blushed, a quiver running through her at the way the girl looked at her.
God, what's happened to me? Emily thought. She found it exciting that Tina looked as if she had a mean streak in her.
Was it true about Tina?
An hour later Emily had a chance to find out. She was called to Tina's room. When Emily walked in she found the girl stretched out on her bed. Tina wore a blue teeshirt and tight blue jeans and she lay there with one knee crossed over the other and a mocking smile on her face.
"Close the door," Tina said. When Emily closed the door, Tina smiled again. "Mother says you're not wearing anything under the dress. Show me."
Emily blushed and raised her dress to her hips to show the tops of her black stockings and her garters and her bare shaved pussy.
Tina chuckled. "And bald as a baby, too. Daddy must love it. Come over here and let me see what your clit looks like."
Emily quivered as she moved closer to the girl. The next moment Tina had her fingers in Emily's pussy, spreading Emily's hairless cunt-lips to expose her pink clit.
Tina smiled, rubbed her fingertips over the shaft of Emily's clit, and then suddenly Emily screamed and shuddered as Tina brutally pinched the fat knob of her tender passion-button.
Tina laughed as she looked up at Emily's face. "Does that hurt?"
"God, yes!" Emily moaned.
"I want it to hurt. Now turn around and show me your ass."
Her dress still raised, Emily turned around to expose her asscheeks to the girl.
Tina giggled, ran her hand over Emily's ass and suddenly jabbed her sharp fingernail at Emily's asshole.
Emily held still as the girl wormed her finger inside her ass.
Tina fucked her finger in and out of Emily's ass. Then she pulled her finger out and ordered Emily to turn around and suck it.
Her face flushed, her eyes glazed, Emily accepted Tina's finger between her lips and sucked it clean.
"Super," Tina said. "I like you. Do you really get off when people do nasty things to you?"
"Sometimes," Emily said weakly.
"Oh, boy, are we going to have fun. Get your clothes off and show me everything. You can leave the stockings on, I like the way they look."
Emily stripped until she was down to her garter belt and nylons and shoes. Tina made her turn in a circle to show her ass and legs and tits.
Then Tina said, "Do you see that bowl over there on the dresser? Bring it here."
Puzzled, Emily went to fetch the bowl and returned with it. When she tried to hand it to Tina, the girl smiled and shook her head.
"No, you keep it. I want you to piss in it."
Emily blanched. "But--"
"Just do it. Put it down on the floor and squat over it and piss. If you get a drop on the rug, I swear I'll knock your teeth out. Go on, bitch, do it."
Shuddering with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, Emily placed the bowl on the floor and carefully squatted over it until t she had her pussy in the right place.
Closing her eyes, Emily relaxed her pisshole and blushed as her piss splashed loudly into the empty bowl.
It took Emily a long time to finish. She prayed none of it spilled on the rug. When she was through, she awkwardly rose to her feet again.
Tina said, "Is the bowl full?"
"Almost," Emily replied, "Pick it up and let's go into the bathroom."
Her heart pounding, Emily picked up the bowl of piss and followed the girl into the bathroom.
Tina smiled and took the bowl from Emily and ordered Emily to get in the tub on her knees.
Emily obeyed. She crouched in the tub shivering, her eyes closed.
Tina chuckled and calmly emptied the bowl of piss on Emily's head.
"Have a shampoo," Tina said.
Emily cringed and spluttered as the warm piss cascaded over her face and shoulders and tits.
"Now lie down in it," Tina said with a laugh. "Just relax and get comfortable."
Emily sat down in the piss, then stretched her legs out and leaned back. She could feel the wild beating of her heart as she waited for Tina to tell her what to do.
But Tina said nothing. Her eyes on Emily, her lips curled in a mocking smile, the girl peeled her clothes off until she was naked.
The brunette had a slender body. Her tits were small, but her dark nipples were unusually long, like two thumbs sticking out of her chest. Her cunt mound was completely covered by a dark bush of cunt hair. She was very hairy. The hair grew almost to her belly button.
"Just wait here a minute," Tina said, "I'll be right back."
Emily sat in the tub and waited. She wondered what would happen to her now. It felt somehow right to be sitting there in her own piss. Her stockings and shoes were soaked, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that Tina knew what she wanted, knew what she needed. Yes, she needed it. Emily knew that now. She had a hunger for it now.
Tina returned. She had a smile on her face and a large plastic funnel in her hands.
The girl climbed into the tub and pushed the end of the funnel at Emily's mouth until Emily opened her lips to accept it.
Then Tina squatted over the wide end of the funnel.
Through the clear plastic, Emily could see Tina's dark gash open up like a steaming flower.
A moment later Tina began pissing. The hot yellow fluid splashed into the funnel and ran in a stream into Emily's mouth.
Emily gulped and swallowed the girl's warm piss. She sucked on the narrow end of the funnel like a calf on a cow's teat.
"Make sure you get every drop," Tina said.
Emily sucked up the last of it, and then finally Tina pulled the funnel out of her mouth and stepped out of the tub, "Now clean my feet," the girl said. "I've got your piss all over my feet."
Emily sat up in the tub. Tina lifted her leg and Emily licked and sucked Tina's bare foot until it was fresh and dainty again.
Then Tina lifted the other foot and Emily cleaned that one, too.
"All right, get out of the tub and dry yourself," Tina said. "You stink of piss and you ought to wash, but that can wait until later."
Tina waited for Emily on the bed. When Emily finally came out of the bathroom, she found Tina frigging her pussy with both hands.
The girl held her cuntlips pried open with one hand and rubbed her cuntmeat with the other hand.
Once again Emily noticed how hairy Tina's snatch was. The girl's red wide-open gash oozed a heavy flow of cuntjuice and the juice ran in a stream over Tina's dark asshole.
"I want some head," Tina groaned. "Get over here and suck my pussy."
Climbing onto the bed, Emily crouched between Tina's legs and lowered her head to get her mouth on the girl's steaming cunt.
It was good. Emily had already tasted Tina's piss and now she was tasting the pretty brunette's cuntjuice. Tina's pussy-cream had a delicious flavor. Maybe it was because she was young. Emily wondered if all young girls had pussies that tasted as good as Tina's.
After that Tina wanted Emily on the bottom. Emily had to stretch out on her back while the girl squatted over her and mashed her cunt down on Emily's face.
"Come on," Tina said, "keep sucking. I'm going to come soon. Keep sucking until I come."
When Tina came, she squirmed and wriggled and groaned. She mashed her hairy cunt down hard on Emily's mouth and Emily had to suck up Tina's thick flow of cuntjuice in order to breathe.
Tina finally climbed off Emily's face. The girl went to a drawer in the dresser near the bed and she returned with a short whip.
The whip was short, but it looked sturdy enough to hurt anyone on the receiving end of it.
Tina made Emily get on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
"Let me hear you ask for it," Tina said.
Emily hesitated. Then she realized it was what she wanted. She wanted this pretty dark-haired girl to whip her and hurt her and make her scream. Yes, she wanted it. Just thinking about it made her pussy twitch.
"Please whip me," Emily said.
Tina giggled. "You want me to hurt you?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I want you to hurt me. Please whip me and hurt me."
"You'll do anything I want, won't you?" "Yes."
"Oh, boy, have I got plans for you." And the whip lashed out and Emily screamed as it sliced across her naked ass.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
That evening Emily learned for the first time that Henry Caldwell and his daughter had an open incestuous relationship. Henry evidently had been fucking Tina for years.
Phoebe seemed not to mind. She even seemed to support it. The three Caldwells sat in the living room after dinner, Tina cuddling against her father on the sofa, and as Emily served their dessert she could see Henry's hand fondling his daughter's tits.
As usual Emily was dressed as a maid. During dinner Tina had played a mean trick on Emily by forcing her to accept a carrot up her ass. Emily still had the carrot in her bung. They Would not allow her to remove it. They taunted her by continually asking her how it felt. But by now she was used to it and it was even beginning to feel pleasant.
It's crazy, Emily thought. No matter what they do to me, sooner or later it feels good.
As Tina continued to tell her parents about her life at college, Emily stood near the doorway with her back against the door-jamb. She discovered that if she pressed back she could rhythmically push the carrot in and out of her ass. It felt good and she hoped they wouldn't catch her at it and make her stop.
Henry was very affectionate with Tina. His hand had stopped fondling her tits and now he was unbuttoning her blouse. Tina soon slipped her blouse off and then a moment later her bra was gone and her small tits with their long dark nipples were out in the open.
Henry smiled. "I sure missed having these around the house."
"Oh, Daddy."
"Go on," Phoebe said with a laugh, "stop drooling and suck her titties." Emily was mesmerized as she watched Henry bend his head to suck and lick his daughter's tits. It's exciting, Emily thought. A few weeks ago she would have thought it was a horrible sin, but now all she could think of was that it was exciting.
She had a yen to suck Tina's juicy-looking its herself. Tina hadn't let her do that yet. Tina giggled as her father gobbled her boobs. She slid a hand into his lap and found his cock through his pants. "You've got a hard-on, Daddy," she said. Henry pulled his mouth away from her tits and smiled at her. "All right, I get the message. Get your pants off."
The girl giggled again and began slipping out of her clothes.
Phoebe sat back with her hand between her thighs and her fingers rubbing her pussy through her dress.
At the doorway Emily rhythmically pumped her ass at the door-jamb to keep the carrot moving in her asshole.
When Tina was naked, she knelt on the sofa with her cute ass in the air. Henry had dropped his pants and shorts and now he moved behind his daughter. He fondled her asscheeks and then a moment later Tina groaned as Henry slid his cock inside her wet pussy.
Emily found it incredibly exciting to watch Henry fuck his daughter. It was obvious that Phoebe found it exciting too. Phoebe was wildly frigging her cunt now, her eyes fixed on Henry's cock as it slid in and out of Tina's hairy gash.
Then Emily shuddered as Henry pulled his cock out of Tina's cunt and moved the knob of his prick up to the girl's asshole.
The girl groaned as her father's cock pushed into the tight grip of her shitter.
"She's just as tight as she always was," Henry chuckled.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Tina moaned. "Fuck my ass!"
Soon Henry was slamming his cock in and out of his daughter's ass. Tina cried out each time her father's balls slapped against her pussy.
Five feet away, Phoebe slurped three fingers in and out of her gaping cunthole as she watched her husband fuck their daughter.
At the doorway, Emily had lost count of her orgasms. The carrot in her ass felt better than ever, and now she imagined it was Henry's cock reaming out her shithole.
Henry finally came. He spurted his jism inside his daughter's sucking asshole and at the end Tina cried out as she climaxed.
When father and daughter separated, Phoebe called Emily and ordered her to clean them up.
Emily had to lick and suck Henry's cock until it was clean, and then she had to suck Henry's jism out of Tina's asshole.
Tina giggled happily as Emily screwed her tongue in and out of her ass. When Emily's work was finished, Tina said, "I've got a new toy I'd like to try out on her. Can I do that?" Phoebe smiled. "Of course, honey. Whatever you want."
Tina clapped her hands and ran out of the living room.
Phoebe looked at Emily and beckoned her with a finger and then pointed at her crotch, "Suck me out," Phoebe said. Emily slid down to her knees. Phoebe pulled her dress back and opened her thighs. The blonde wore no panties and in a moment Emily had her mouth fastened to Phoebe's sopping cunt.
Emily sucked a mouthful of cuntjuice out of Phoebe's pussy and swallowed it down. Phoebe chuckled with satisfaction and finally kicked Emily away.
"Stay there on the rug," Phoebe said. "Show us your pussy."
Stretched out on the rug, Emily pulled her skirt back to her waist and opened her legs to expose her hairless cunt.
It turns me on, Emily thought. She loved exhibiting herself like this, showing them her gaping pussy, her clit and cunthole and asshole. Could they see the carrot in her asshole? She pushed at her shitter a bit and both Henry and Phoebe snickered as part of the carrot came out of her ass.
"I like that," Phoebe said. "I like to see it come out like that."
Just then Tina returned. She had a large vibrator in her hand, the kind with a long handle and a rubber ball at the business end.
"I've been using this at school," Tina said. "I'm going to blow Emily's mind with it."
In a moment the girl was on the rug beside Emily, holding Emily's thighs apart with one hand and directing the vibrator ball against Emily's bald cunt.
Emily groaned loudly as Tina turned the vibrator on and the ball began massaging the tender tissues of her pussy.
It took no more than ten seconds for Emily to have an orgasm, and everyone laughed as she twisted and moaned on the rug.
Tina kept the ball in place, pushing it against Emily's juiced-up cunt.
Emily's second orgasm was even stronger than the first. By the time the fourth orgasm arrived, she was too exhausted to do more than roll her head from side to side and beg Tina to stop.
Henry's cock was stiff again now and he had a desire to fuck Emily.
They made Emily kneel on the rug with her dress rolled up to her waist and her bare ass in the air.
They talked about how she looked. Phoebe said she loved the creamy tone of Emily's thighs above her black stockings, and to emphasize her point she leaned forward and pinched Emily's tender flesh until Emily begged for mercy.
Henry positioned himself behind Emily's ass. Tina helped him get his cock inside Emily's pussy. He fucked her cunt awhile, and then he pulled his cock out and told Tina to get the carrot out of Emily's ass. "Maybe she'd like to eat it," he said with a chuckle.
Tina giggled as she pulled the carrot out of Emily's shitter. She brought the carrot around to Emily's lips and forced it into Emily's mouth.
Emily nibbled on the shit-streaked carrot while Henry grunted and eased his cock into her gaping asshole.
"She's nicely stretched," Henry said. "Not too loose and not too tight."
He gave her two strokes of his cock in her ass, and then he pulled his cock out and shoved it back inside her cunthole.
Emily gasped and shuddered with pleasure as he began alternating his cock between her asshole and cunthole.
Before long she felt as though she had one huge hole down there between her legs.
When Henry was finally at the brink of shooting his load, he drilled his cock deep inside her ass and spurted his jism in her shitter.
Emily came as she felt his spunk wetting her ass. She collapsed under him on the rug, the carrot still in her mouth, her body limp from all the orgasms she'd had.
Dear God, Emily thought. She had never in her life known such pleasure.
The pleasure continued the day after and the day after that. Emily thought she would be returned to the Amberson farm, but Henry had somehow succeeded in getting her to stay with the Caldwells. It had something to do with the bank and the Amberson mortgage. Emily didn't care what it was. She liked the Caldwells better than the Ambersons and if she had to be held captive she'd rather be where she was.
Tina had a two week vacation from college and she spent most of it playing with Emily. At first Emily resented being at the girl's beck and call, but after a while she came to like it.
The girl was a nervy little thing. She seemed to find a special fascination in Emily's asshole. One night she fucked Emily's asshole with a large cucumber while Henry and Phoebe watched and applauded.
Emily came as Tina slid the cucumber in and out of her ass.
They taunted her about that, and Tina began the cucumber-fuck all over again in order to get another come out of Emily.
Then Tina asked her parents if she could have Emily do the Special.
The Caldwells discussed it, but Emily had no idea what they were talking about.
"I don't want a mess on my rug," Phoebe said.
Tina said, "Please, Mother, I'll make sure she's careful."
"You're a nasty girl," Henry said with a chuckle.
"Is it all right, then?"
Henry and Phoebe finally agreed. Tina smiled happily and left the living room and returned a few moments later with some old newspapers from the kitchen.
The girl spread the newspapers on the rug. She had a smirk on her face when she looked at Emily. "Over here," Tina said.
Emily was puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Squat over the paper and do your business."
"My business?"
"Yes, your business, you dumb bitch. I want you to shit. I want you to show us how you shit like a dog on paper."
Emily felt her heart sink. But then a moment later she realized how much it would turn her on to do something filthy like that.
Lifting her dress to her waist, Emily squatted over the newspapers on the rug.
It took her a while to squeeze out the beginning of the first turd.
The Caldwells teased her and made jokes and talked back and forth about what she was doing.
The first turd dropped to the newspaper with a heavy thump, and then after that there were two more that came out more easily.
Emily wanted to back away from the newspaper, but Tina made her stay in place.
"Make a ball out of it," Tina said. "Make a ball out of your shit."
Emily's heart pounded. She gazed down at her shit. Could she do it? She thought about it and decided she could. Reaching down with both hands, she began molding the turds into a ball.
"My God, it stinks in here," Phoebe said.
Henry wrinkled his nose and laughed.
Tina giggled and said to Emily, "Put it on your head."
"On my head?" Emily said.
"Put the ball of shit on your head, dummy. Put it on your head and wear it like a hat."
Emily rolled her eyes with dismay, but she lifted the ball of shit and put it on her head and then a moment later her body shuddered and her mind convulsed as she had an orgasm.
The Caldwells laughed at her. Some of the shit fell off Emily's head and dropped on her face and everyone laughed all over again. Emily kept her eyes closed as the spasms of another orgasm ripped through her cunt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
One day Phoebe told Emily there would be a party that evening with another couple. They were Myra and John Penner and they were old friends.
"We thought you might wear the corset again," Phoebe said with a smile. "I think they'd like to see you in that. You look awfully pretty with your arms tied behind your back and your pretty ass completely bare. Yes, I think that's it, you'll wear the corset tonight."
Emily did not like the corset and she tried to get Phoebe to change her mind, but Phoebe insisted.
"Don't argue," Phoebe said, "it's all settled. Now I think Tina wants you in her room."
Emily went up to Tina's room with a heavy heart. She was used to the corset, but she still didn't like it. It was certainly exciting to be bound and gagged, but sometimes she was afraid they would beat her senseless or she would choke on the gag. She always felt so helpless with her arms lashed behind her back like that.
But the corset was certainly exciting. Her pussy was already quivering as she thought about it on the way up to Tina's room. She wondered about the Penners. How awful it would be to come out dressed like that in front of complete strangers!
When she knocked on Tina's door, the girl called out to Emily to come in.
Emily found Tina trying on a dress in front of a full-length mirror. "Close the door," Tina said. "I can't get any damn privacy around here." When Emily closed the door and returned, Tina smiled and said, "Do you like this dress?"
Emily nodded. "Yes, I think so."
"I think it makes my tits look too small."
"I don't know."
"You're a dummy, Emily. You never know anything. Isn't that right?" "Yes."
Tina laughed. "Anyway, that's not why I wanted you up here, is it?" "I don't know." "Oh, yes, you do."
Their eyes met and now Emily understood what Tina wanted and she blushed. Tina said, "You want to do it, don't you?" "Yes."
"Get down on the floor. Crawl over here and kiss my shoes."
Emily got down on her knees and crawled over to the girl like a dog. Tina giggled and held her foot out and Emily kissed it. Then she kissed the other foot and Tina giggled again.
"Beg me," Tina said.
"Please let me have it."
Tina smiled. She lifted her dress. Emily knew what she had to do. She pulled the girl's panties down and off her feet.
Then Tina spread her legs and Emily crawled between them and raised her face to get her mouth on Tina's hairy cunt.
"Okay," Tina said. "Make sure you don't miss any of it."
They had done it many times by now and Emily never missed a drop. She knew how to do it without letting any of it get out of her mouth.
Tina sighed and began pissing.
Her mouth clamped over the girl's pisshole, her face pressed against Tina's hairy gash, Emily sucked and drank the hot piss as it splashed over her tongue.
She came once and then she came again. She always had an orgasm when Tina pissed in her mouth. It was their secret, their private pact. As long as she was in the house, Tina never pissed except in Emily's mouth. Phoebe did it sometimes and so did Henry, but Tina always saved what she had for Emily.
After Tina finished pissing in Emily's mouth she said, "I think I'll whip you later. Would you like that?"
"Yes," Emily said.
"Go down to the kitchen and wait for me there."
Emily left the girl and went downstairs again. She made herself some coffee and she sat in the kitchen drinking the coffee and waiting for Tina.
It's comfortable, Emily thought. Her life was so simple now. She had no responsibility for things any more. The Caldwells made all the decisions. Every minute of her day was decided by the Caldwells.
Later Tina came down to the kitchen with some rope and made Emily bend over the table. Tina tied Emily's hands and feet to the table so that Emily was unable to move.
Then Tina walked around behind Emily and lifted Emily's short dress and played with her ass awhile.
At intervals the playing would stop and Tina would cruelly pinch Emily's flesh until Emily cried out. Emily had several orgasms while Tina was doing this and the girl giggled whenever it happened.
Tina finally brought out the whip. She asked Emily to beg for the whip and Emily did. Emily begged the girl to whip her ass and make her scream.
"And make you come," Tina said. "That's the real reason, isn't it? You want me to whip you and make you come."
"Yes."
Soon Emily was moaning and sobbing as the whip lashed down on her ass again and again.
Emily came three times during the whipping. The last orgasm was the best. She came so hard she peed. She lay there on her belly on the table and shuddered as the warm piss ran down her legs.
When Tina decided she'd had enough fun whipping Emily, she patted Emily's ass and said, "We'll have more fun tonight when the Penners get here. Aren't you looking forward to it?"
It was true. Emily was looking forward to it.
She busied herself the rest of the afternoon with cleaning the house, but all the time she was thinking about the evening and the impending orgy with the Penners and Caldwells.
Emily knew it would be a marvelous orgy. She was both fearful and excited about wearing the corset again. Phoebe had told her she would wear the nipple-clips. The prospect of having her nipples hurt by the clips made Emily shiver.
Finally at seven o'clock that evening Phoebe told Emily it was time to dress.
Phoebe brought everything into her bedroom and there she and Tina made Emily strip her clothes off.
They dressed Emily in the leather corset and high-heeled pumps, and then they forced Emily's arms behind her back and buckled the leather cuffs together.
Phoebe attached the nipple clips and Tina pulled the two chains and giggled when Emily groaned in pain.
After that they put the leather collar and chain-leash on Emily's neck. Phoebe and Tina stepped back to look at Emily and mother and daughter both approved.
"I love her pussy," Phoebe said. "I love that hairless little slit."
"Maybe I ought to shave mine," Tina said.
"Daddy says he likes you better the way you are."
"And what about you, Mother?"
Phoebe looked at her daughter and smiled. "You're asking for it."
"You've done it only once since I've been home."
Phoebe moved close to Tina, ran her fingers into Tina's pussy and chuckled. "You're sopping wet. It must be Emily. All right, get on the bed and I'll suck some of that cream out of your cunt."
Emily stood there and quivered with fascination and excitement as the two women climbed on the bed.
In a moment Phoebe was between her daughter's thighs, licking and sucking Tina's hairy gash.
Emily shuddered as she watched them. She wished one of her hands was free so she could frig her pussy while Phoebe sucked Tina. But her hands were securely fastened behind her back and all she could do was rub her thighs together. After a while the women on the bed changed places and Tina sucked her mother's cunt until Phoebe had an orgasm.
Emily was frustrated, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to watch them and hope things would be better for her later on.
The Penners finally arrived at eight o'clock. Myra Penner was a tall brunette with flashing eyes and a wide smile. She wore a skin-tight suede dress and leather boots with stiletto heels. Her husband John was a thin man with lean hips and big hands.
When Emily was brought out, the Penners chuckled with delight and told the Caldwells how pleased they were.
"She's lovely," Myra said. "I can't wait to get at her. Does she really do everything?"
"She certainly does," Phoebe said. "Don't you, Emily?" Emily had the ball-gag in her mouth and she couldn't say anything, but she nodded.
Then John Penner looked closely at Emily's face and said, "I think I know her. I've seen her before. Sure I have. She's Frank Grayfield's wife."
Emily thought she'd faint. She tried to groan," but because of the ball-gag the only sound she could make was a gurgling noise in her throat.
All the people in the room sat there stunned, and then Tina started giggling. After that it wasn't long before they were all giggling and laughing as though they were drunk.
Emily stood there with her tits and pussy and ass bare, her waist compressed by the leather corset, her arms tied behind her back and her nipples pinched by the nipple-clips. She kept her eyes closed as long as she could, but finally she opened them again and gazed with fear and uncertainty at the people in the room.
Was Frank looking for her? What would happen if he discovered what had happened to her?
Myra saw the look in Emily's eyes and she snickered. "Can I start something with her?"
Phoebe smiled and nodded. "Of course, darling. You and John are our guests tonight. You can do anything you damn please with her. She loves it. She's a lovely little masochist."
Myra quivered. "Oh, Lord," she said. "Come over here, honey. I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth, but I don't want you to make a sound. Not a word, understand?"
Emily nodded and walked over and leaned m forward so Myra could get the ball-gag out of her mouth.
Myra pointed at the rug in front of her feet and Emily immediately went to her knees.
With a soft chuckle, Myra lifted one of her legs and pushed her boot at Emily's face. "The heel, honey. Let me see you get the heel in your mouth and suck it."
Emily lapped her tongue over the stiletto heel to get it wet and then she opened her lips and took the heel inside her mouth.
She moved her lips back and forth, sucking the heel of Myra's boot as though it were a cock.
Myra laughed and finally pushed Emily away with her foot. Emily sprawled on the rug with her thighs open to show her bald pussy and Myra laughed again. "She's delicious," Myra said. "We'll have a great party tonight."
It wasn't long before the Caldwells and Penners had their clothes off. It was obvious to Emily these people had partied together before. She wondered if they'd had other women like herself at the parties.
Phoebe was soon busy sucking John Penner's cock while Tina went down on her father.
Myra looked at Emily and smiled and said, "Come along with me, honey. You can help me out."
Emily had no idea what she was talking about, but then she found Myra leading her to one of the bathrooms down the hall and she understood.
Did Phoebe tell Myra all about how the Caldwells treated her?
Inside the bathroom, Emily had to sit on the floor while Myra did her business on the toilet.
Myra had a lush dark-haired cunt, and as Emily stared at it she couldn't wait to get a chance to lick it.
Myra chuckled when she saw Emily's hungry look. "You're an adorable little slave," the brunette said.
Emily blushed. Myra was shitting now, and Emily quivered at the sound of a turd dropping into the water.
Finally Myra was finished. She rose up and flushed the toilet. With her panties down at her ankles and her dress held at her waist, she turned and offered her ass to Emily.
Emily needed no instructions. She pushed her face into the crack of Myra's ass and began cleaning her asshole with her tongue.
When Myra's bung was fresh and dainty again, the brunette turned around to have Emily lick away the few drops of piss still clinging to her hairy cuntlips.
Finally Myra pulled her panties up and dropped her skirt and smiled at Emily. "Horny, sweetie?"
"Yes," Emily said.
"Turn around and bend over."
Emily turned her back to Myra and bent over to show her ass.
The brunette ran her fingers into Emily's asscrack. She drilled two fingers into Emily's wet cunthole and her thumb inside Emily's tight asshole.
Myra fucked Emily's cunt and ass until Emily came. After that Emily cleaned Myra's fingers with her mouth and they left the bathroom to return to the party.
Emily was happy.
The next day Emily's husband Frank came to the Caldwell house to rescue his wife.
Emily told him she did not want to be rescued. She did not want to go with him. She wanted to stay with the Caldwells.
Frank looked at her a long moment, and then he shrugged and turned and walked back to his car.
Emily smiled and closed the front door and wondered what Tina was doing.
