Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors, both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In THE LIBRARIAN SLAVE, Erica Mason finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her employers, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
She suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Her pussy was wet and she found it disgusting.
Erica Mason lay on the bed and told herself how stupid it was to touch herself. It was just an idle fingering, something she was hardly aware of, but now she had her pussy slime on her fingers and she hated it.
Was it the excitement of her new job? She had just arrived that morning at the Scoville estate to begin her work in the library of Carleton Scoville. Yes, the new job was exciting. She would live here in this luxurious house for at least six months.
Mr. Scoville was sixty years old and extremely rich. He had ten thousand books in his library, and Erica's job was to catalog them and put them in some kind of order. She was an ex-librarian and she had no qualms about her ability to do the job.
Ex-librarian and ex-married woman, Erica thought. She'd been recently divorced after a short unhappy marriage. She hated her ex-husband, she hated marriage, she hated men, and she had even recently told herself she hated sex.
But now the cunt juice on her fingers seemed to indicate otherwise, and she found it disturbing.
It's just physical, she thought. She couldn't help how her body responded. It was just the excitement of her new job. And this lovely room overlooking the garden and the acres of trees that surrounded the house. Yes, they were rich, all right. The Scovilles certainly lived in luxury.
This morning, for the first time, Erica had met Carleton Scoville's wife Brenda. Mrs. Scoville was elegant and beautiful and twenty years younger than her husband. There was also a grown daughter who was not living at home at the moment. And the chauffeur. Erica hated the chauffeur. His name was Kruger, and he was a huge man with piercing eyes that always seemed to be undressing Erica.
You're too tense, she thought, you're much too tense.
She knew she ought to finger-fuck herself, have a few orgasms to calm her nerves. She always felt better immediately afterward. But then later she would loathe herself for yielding so easily. She ought to be more disciplined. Now she argued with herself, told herself she just had to appease the needs of her body. It was awful, but certainly not as awful as yielding to a man. And of course, in order to do a good job in the Scoville library, she had to get the tension out of her system.
Determined now to get on with it, she pulled her fingers away from her pussy and wiped them with a tissue. She rose from the bed, quickly stripped her clothes off and walked into the private bathroom adjoining her bedroom.
She smiled at her image in the bathroom mirror.
She could see only the upper half of her body, her pear-shaped tits and her pink nipples. She was a natural blonde all over, the hair on her head cut short in a cute feathery style and the hair on her pussy lush and only a shade darker. She touched her tits, held them in her hands, then dropped one hand down to touch her pussy. Go on, she thought, if you're going to do it, do it and get it over with. She had told
Mr. Scoville she would meet him in the library at four o'clock, and there wasn't much time.
Her ex-husband David had once told her she was a frigid bitch and unable to have an orgasm. Well, he was wrong, of course. She always came like crazy when she did It, herself. She certainly wouldn't tell him that. She hated finger-fucking, and she hated the wetness and the smell of her cunt-but she always came.
Oo on, Erica, she thought.
Two fingers were in her pussy, the heel of her palm rubbing against her clit. And now the other hand came down to play with her ass. She turned sideways to look at her tits in the mirror. She found her asshole with her middle finger, pushed the finger inside to the second knuckle. Fingers in her ass and cunt, she began beating herself off as she watched the jiggling of her tits.
Fuck my two holes, she thought. Her asshole and her cunt. She was so wet, the juice pouring out of her pussy to wet her hand. She loved digging in there in both places, reaming out her shit hole while she worked on her clit and cunt hole. David had once tried to fuck her ass and she'd almost scratched his eyes out. God, how she hated him! All of them, All the men who lusted after her body. Her body belonged to no one but her.
She closed her eyes and moaned as the first spasms of an orgasm blasted through her pussy.
She gave herself one more orgasm after that, then she quickly showered and dressed again and went downstairs to the library.
Mr. Scoville was already there, smiling at her as she walked in, waving his hand at a chair as he asked her to sit down.
"Punctual," he chuckled. "It's a joy to see a woman who's punctual."
Erica couldn't help blushing. She thought about what she'd been doing upstairs in her room and what he might think about it. He was so distinguished looking. Not young anymore, but definitely distinguished. She squirmed in the chair to make herself comfortable and crossed her legs.
"I like to be on time for things," she said.
He nodded and began talking to her about the library. She listened carefully, gazing at moments at the mess of books that filled the shelves around the enormous room from floor to ceiling. Each time she looked back again at Scoville she found his eyes on her legs. After a while, it became unsettling. Did she have a run in one of her stockings? She'd put on new pantyhose, and she doubted it.
Then Scoville said: "You have lovely legs, my dear."
Erica blushed. "Thank you."
"And you must call me Carleton. As long as you'll be living in this house, it doesn't make any sense to be formal."
Erica was pleased. He was certainly a nice old coot. "Thank you, Carleton."
After that he talked about his books again, and then finally he said he would leave her now to attend to some other business he had. He suggested she remain in the library to get acquainted with it. When they both rose, he took her hand and patted it, and after that he walked out, chuckling to himself about something. Erica watched the door close behind him and told herself that so far this job was one of the luckiest things that had happened to her in a long time.
She spent nearly an hour idly exploring the Scoville book collection. The volumes dealt mostly with history and political affairs. But on one shelf she found something different: a collection of finely bound erotic books, some of them illustrated with explicit drawings and photographs.
She couldn't resist looking. She told herself it was natural to be curious. And she'd have to catalog these books as well, wouldn't she? w
She'd never really looked at pictures like this before. There was one of a man fucking a woman from behind, his cock and balls completely exposed, the woman's cunt gripping his cockshaft like a dark hairy mouth.
Erica thought of David's cock. He'd wanted to fuck her like that, but she wouldn't allow it. That was no position for a woman to be in, on her hands and knees like a dog while she took a man's cock from behind. She thought the picture was awful. The cock in the picture was bigger than David's cock, or at least it seemed bigger.
Then, for some reason, she thought of Carleton Scoville and she wondered what his cock was like. Did the old man have a big cock?
You're acting crazy, she thought. Erica, you've got to calm down.
She slammed the book shut, replaced it on the shelf and walked out of the library.
* * *
"Oh, there you are," Brenda Scoville said. "I thought you might have tea with me on the terrace."
She was a tall majestic woman with dark hair and dark eyes and bright-red lips. Erica guessed her age to be about forty, much younger than Carleton Scoville.
"I'd love some tea," Erica said.
So they sat on the broad marble terrace at the side of the house while tea was served by one of the maids. Brenda said she hoped Erica found her room comfortable.
"Carleton and I want you to feel at home here."
Erica said she was grateful for that. She felt guilty now about looking at those erotic pictures in the library. But she told herself it wasn't her fault, the library would be her domain during the months ahead and sooner or later she'd get to know everything in it.
Brenda talked about the estate and about the towns nearby where she did her shopping. "Unfortunately they usually don't have the clothes I like. I go to New York for that. Have you brought enough things for the summer?"
Erica shook her head. "I don't think so. I didn't expect it would be so warm here. I guess I'll have to buy a wardrobe."
"Oh, I don't think so. I'm sure some of Amber's things will look lovely on you. She has closets and closets of clothes that she never wears. We'll find enough for you to last an entire summer."
Erica tried to refuse the offer, but Mrs. Scoville insisted. Her daughter Amber was in Europe and not expected home until the fall.
"You're not properly dressed even now," Brenda said. "Those things you're wearing are much too warm. It's a wonder you don't wilt. We'll go upstairs right now and find something for you."
There was no putting her off. She was a woman used to having her way. And Erica felt embarrassed because her clothes were so ill-suited to the climate. Grateful for the attention, she allowed Brenda to lead her off the terrace and up the stairs to Amber's dressing room.
"Anyway, it's fun trying things on," Brenda said as they walked into the room. "Why don't you undress while I find something for you?"
Erica had no choice. She slipped her shoes off, then her blouse and skirt. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she blushed as Brenda returned with some things on her arm.
The older woman smiled as she looked up and down and up again at Erica. "You're pretty, aren't you? Oh yes, you are."
Erica felt uncomfortable as Brenda walked around her to have a look at her ass. "I'm determined to lose a few pounds while I'm here," Erica said.
Brenda chuckled and patted Erica's rear. "Not an ounce, darling. You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect, including this little butt."
Erica was too flustered to do anything except avoid Brenda's eyes. "Thank you."
Brenda chuckled again and came around to stand in front of Erica. "I've selected something with a built-in bra, so that one had better come off."
During the next ten or fifteen minutes, Erica's mind was in a whirl. She had to peel away her bra, stand there with bare tits while Brenda ogled her tits and complimented her and then helped her slip into the tank top that left her shoulders bare. Then Brenda decided the flaming-pink color of the top was too garish for Erica, and the top had to come off so they could try some other things on her. Brenda seemed to be amused by Erica, to be playing with her. She said Erica's tits were marvelous, so shapely, the nipples so pink. Erica had never had a woman talk to her like this, and she was overwhelmed.
It also made her hot. She was turned on by all the talk about her tits, and she blushed with embarrassment when she realized her nipples were stiff.
Brenda laughed at Erica's blushing and touched Erica's tits, ran her fingertips over the slopes of her tits and then flicked her nipples from side to side.
"You're delicious," Brenda said. "And I do adore these tits. Tell me about yourself, darling. Why aren't you married?"
Erica had to talk about her divorce, trembling all the while as Brenda's hands continued to idly fondle her tits. She couldn't pull away. She found herself paralyzed, unable to do anything except talk on and on about David and her stupid marriage while she stood there half naked with another woman's hands on her tits. And her nipples were so stiff.
Finally Brenda raised one hand and gently patted Erica's cheek. "You're sweet," the older woman said. "You're like sugar-candy, aren't you? A lovely little pussycat." Brenda's fingers moved to Erica's chin, stroked her chin gently as she gazed into Erica's eyes. And then suddenly the fingers weren't so gentle any more. They squeezed. Brenda smiled as she squeezed Erica's chin until the pain came. "You're a little pussycat, aren't you, darling?"
Erica trembled, her eyes locked with Brenda's, a soft moan sounding in her throat. "Yes."
She was lost. She knew she was lost. When
Brenda's hands pushed at her shoulders, she sank down with a groan of submission.
"I know all about you," Brenda said.
Erica's voice broke. "But how?"
"It's an instinct I have. I'm not wrong about you, am I?"
"I hate it."
"Yes, of course you do. And I suppose you'll get to hate it even more while you're here. But it's better to know what you are, isn't it? You're a slave, and it's always better to know that. Oh, don't cry, darling. I was sure of you the first moment I saw you. Now you're going to suck my pussy. We'll do other things later on, but now you're going to suck me."
"But I've never . . . "
It didn't matter. Erica knew it didn't matter whether she ever had or hadn't or wanted to or wished for it. She was Brenda's slave now and nothing mattered except Brenda's will. Mesmerized, she watched as Brenda's skirt came up to reveal her thighs, the gartered tops of her ultra-sheer stockings, and then her dark cunt bush. Brenda wore no panties, nothing but a white lace garter belt to hold up her nylons.
She was so hairy. Erica gazed at the wild growth of Brenda's cunt bush and felt the beating of her heart in her chest. She'd never
IS done it before, never been like this with another woman, her face so close to a cunt she could sniff the mix of perfume and cunt smell.
Holding her skirt up with her hands and moving her legs apart, Brenda smiled down at Erica and said: "Go on, darling, suck my pussy."
Brenda shot her crotch forward to press her cunt against Erica's mouth. Erica wanted to retch. She hated doing It but she knew she had to. She pushed her mouth against Brenda's soft cunt flesh, her nose deep in the woman's dark cunt hair. Her tongue came out and she started licking. Brenda chuckled and cooed and used her hands to pull Erica's face tight against her pussy.
"I'm going to have my fun with you, darling. And so will Carleton. When I told him what I thought about you, he said he wasn't sure. But we'll show him, won't we?"
Erica was too overwhelmed by the smell and taste of Brenda's cunt to pay much attention to what she was saying. Brenda's pussy was flooded, the cunt juice pouring out now on Erica's face. Erica loathed herself. She hated Brenda for making her do this, for recognizing what she was. A slave. Yes, she was a slave. She'd known it for years and years and had never admitted it to anyone. Until now. Brenda Scoville somehow knew all about her. Erica was unable to resist. She had no will of her own anymore, and she understood that she was now completely in Brenda's power.
The pussy-licking went on for a while, and then Brenda demanded Erica's tongue more deeply in her cunt hole. Erica had to move her head back as Brenda hunched forward to get her cunt directly on Erica's mouth. The cunt juice was still coming out in a heavy flow, and now Erica had it all over her face. She did what Brenda wanted. She fucked her tongue all the way inside the older woman's cunt hole.
Brenda purred with pleasure as she settled her clit on Erica's nose and squirmed her hips. "That's lovely, darling. Now keep your tongue in there while you get your present."
A great shudder seemed to go through Brenda's body, and then the next moment Erica felt the new flow of hot cunt cream on her face and noticed the sharp taste-and she wanted to die as she realized Brenda was pissing on her. She tried to pull away, but Brenda kept her head locked in place with her hands and thighs.
"Take it, darling. Get some of it in your mouth. I want you to love it."
Waves of revulsion spread over Erica as she was forced to drink the older woman's piss.
There seemed so much of it, she felt as though she were drowning in piss. The taste was so sharp, and the stink was horrible.
Oh God, what have I become? Erica thought.
Brenda laughed, pumping her cunt as she pissed on Erica's face. Then at the end she pulled her knee back and slammed it forward to crash against Erica's chin.
"You're good, darling. You're good, but we'll teach you how to be better."
Erica crumpled down to the floor and passed out.
CHAPTER TWO
They had Erica strung up. She had no idea where she was, maybe one of the rooms down the hall from the library. She remembered nothing since she'd passed out at Brenda's feet. And now here she was strung up and gagged, her wrists shackled and held up by chains to the ceiling and a black rubber ball stuffing her mouth so she could hardly breathe.
It can't be, Erica thought.
But it was. She was naked and strung up and gagged, and the Scovilles were sitting there in front of her, sipping their wine as if nothing in the world was out of the ordinary.
The Scovilles were fully dressed. Erica felt so humiliated because she was naked. Carleton was sitting there gazing at everything she had-her tits and her pussy. He seemed amused by her condition. She wanted to scream at the amusement in his eyes, but she had the gag in her mouth and she couldn't make a sound.
"What do you think?" Brenda said to her husband.
Carleton nodded. "I think she'll do fine."
"We'll have to train her, of course."
Carleton chuckled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy that. In any case, you do admit now that I wasn't wrong about her?"
"Yes, darling, I admit it."
Erica trembled. She felt so helpless. She remembered what had happened with Brenda, how she'd sucked Brenda's pussy. Brenda's lush cunt. And then the pissing. Brenda pissing on her face as she knelt there between her legs. The memory was horrible. Even more horrible was that Brenda had discovered what she was. The Scovilles now knew she was a slave by nature, and there was no way she could escape their knowledge.
What frightened her most was that they seemed so casual about it. She might be a prize horse, the way they were looking at her. Erica tried to keep her legs closed. She hated to be looked at when she was naked like this, especially by a man. She had to move occasionally, and each time she did, her tits jiggled. And no matter how tightly she kept her legs closed, she couldn't hide the dense growth of her cunt bush. She felt so vulnerable. David had said she was a bundle of contradictions. He said she pretended to be strong but deep down she was the weakest person he'd ever known. Yes, maybe he was right. Brenda Scoville had seen right through her. Brenda Scoville knew everything about her.
The memory of her time with Brenda came back again. The pissing. That was something that had never happened to her before. Oh, she'd thought about it on occasion in a wild fantasy, but this was reality. Brenda had pissed on her face, all that hot piss gushing out on her face and neck and tits. She couldn't smell it anymore and she guessed they'd cleaned her up after she'd fainted.
Yes, I'm her slave, Erica thought. Now that she'd had Brenda's piss in her mouth, she was certainly Brenda's slave. Would Carleton do it, too? Erica quivered with revulsion as she thought of the old man pissing on her.
Suddenly the door opened and when Erica looked she saw Kruger, the chauffeur, coming in. She wanted to die. Not the chauffeur. Not while she was naked. Oh, dear God, it was too much!
Kruger couldn't help seeing her. He stared at her as he walked in, and then he came to a halt near the Scovilles and looked at Brenda. "Madam?"
"Get the quirt, Willi. Use it on her ass."
"Yes, Madam."
He turned like a robot and walked to a tall cabinet at the far end of the room. Kruger opened the cabinet, but Erica couldn't see what was inside. When the chauffeur returned, he had a leather quirt in his hand-a riding whip with a short handle and a lash of braided rawhide.
His eyes met Erica's as he slapped the handle of the whip against his open palm. He looked at Brenda again. "Her thighs, Madam?"
"No, not her thighs. I don't want her thighs marked. Just do her ass, Willi."
Kruger nodded and walked behind Erica.
She wanted to faint. She thought if she'd faint she'd be spared what was happening to her. Kruger would hurt her. She knew very well he would hurt her. She could see in his eyes what sort of man he was. Her nakedness didn't matter anymore. What mattered now was the threat of pain. That quirt looked so awful. Her asscheeks contracted in a spasm of fear. She knew the chauffeur was looking at her bare ass.
And the Scovilles? They sat there waiting, completely at ease, like two people waiting for the beginning of a theatrical performance. They would find pleasure in her pain and humiliation. She was nothing but a toy to be used for their amusement.
Then she heard Kruger ask if he could touch her, and Brenda said that he could touch her but shouldn't take too long.
In a moment, Erica felt Kruger's hands on her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks, rolling them around and pulling them apart. She felt his fingers in her asscrack, then another hand grabbed one of her tits as he rubbed her asshole. He was a beast, an animal, and she hated to be touched by him. And what was even more awful was that they were sitting there and watching it-watching her being mauled by their chauffeur.
She had a sudden memory of being fondled like this when she was younger. During her senior year in high school, she'd had a short affair with one of her teachers, a Mr. Horvath. She wouldn't let him fuck her and she wouldn't blow him, but she jerked him off whenever he wanted it and she let him feel her up sometimes when they were alone in his office. She would stand near his desk and he would stand behind her and play with her ass and tits-the way Kruger was playing with her now, Mr. Horvath used to get very hot doing that and then afterward she would turn around and jerk him off into a wad of Kleenex.
Kruger was pinching her now, brutally pinching her ass flesh between his thick fingers. Suddenly the rawhide lash came down on her ass and a searing pain ripped through her brain. She made a gurgling sound, moaning in her throat, her mouth stuffed by the rubber ball. The burning was intense. Only one lash of the whip and already she felt as though her ass was on fire.
Behind her, Kruger was in no hurry. He kept his eyes on her ass, on the mounds of white ass flesh, on the red welt that had just appeared. He held the whip in his palm as he waited for the right moment.
On the sofa, facing Erica, Brenda smiled at her husband. "We could take the ball out of her mouth."
Carleton kept his eyes on Erica. "No, let it u be. Let him work her up first."
Brenda's hand slipped into Carleton's lap and she chuckled as her fingers found his cock. "You love it, don't you, darling? She's nicer than the last one, isn't she?"
"She's prettier."
"Yes, I think so." Then Brenda looked at Kruger. "Go on, Willi. Get on with it."
He did get on with it, slowly whipping Erica's ass as she groaned and prayed she would pass out. By the fifth stroke of the whip, her ass was constantly burning and she was certain she'd never experienced such intense pain before. Her body jerked against the chains as Kruger continued. Then, after the tenth stroke, Brenda made a sign to Kruger and he stopped.
With a shock, Erica realized she'd pissed all over herself during the last few strokes of the whip. She hung there, her head lolling to the side, her eyes closed as she wept.
Kruger was sent away and Erica heard the door close behind him. When she opened her eyes again, she found Carleton standing in front of her. He touched one of her tits, then took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out to see how far it would stretch.
"That wasn't too bad, was it? Kruger can be mean sometimes, so you'll have to be careful with him. We won't let him whip you anymore, unless you misbehave. Oh, you'll have to be nice to him on occasion, but that's easier than having him whip you. You do understand, don't you? I think you understand the situation here."
She could see the cruelty in his eyes now. She'd thought him such a sweet old man, but he wasn't sweet at all. Now he frightened her.
His hands were on her tits, cupping the tit globes, weighing them on his palms. He seemed amused by her tit as he bounced them up and down. Her nakedness wasn't important to her anymore. She'd pissed all over herself in front of him and that was much worse than being naked. She felt thoroughly humiliated. There at her feet, the rug was stained with her piss, and she could smell it. It was horrible. The Scovilles were properly dressed and comfortable, and Erica was hanging there with a gag in her mouth and a puddle of piss at her feet.
Carleton finally stopped playing with her tits and moved around behind her to look at her ass. For a few moments, all he did was look.
"Is she bleeding?" Brenda called out.
Carleton shook his head. "No, the skin's not broken."
Brenda sipped her wine. "That's too bad. I thought I'd see some bleeding."
She poured more wine into her glass. She wore a long white gown, white high-heeled sandals and dark hose. Once again, Erica was struck by Brenda's beauty. Maybe I deserve this, Erica thought. Brenda was a queen and she was a slave.
Then she felt Carleton touch her ass. His. fingertips ran lightly over the curves of her asscheeks and then tickled in the crack from the gash of her pussy up to the end of her spine. His fingers moved up and down in her asscrack a few moments before pushing between her cuntlips.
"She's wet," Carleton said.
Brenda laughed. "Well, I might have told you that. You don't understand women, darling. I'm not at all surprised."
Erica closed her eyes. Was she really wet down there? Yes, why not? She had no control over her body anymore. She'd pissed out of fear and pain at the same time as her pussy had responded to what was going on.
Then she squirmed as Carleton touched her asshole. Please, not there, she thought. She wanted to scream at him to stop. But she could do nothing as his fingertip worked inside her asshole.
There was nothing in her mind now but the
IB sensation of his fingers down there. He had one finger in her ass and one finger in her cunt hole. She decided the finger in her ass was probably his thumb. He rolled the finger around, stretching her asshole. It didn't hurt that much. It was more the humiliation that bothered her. His thumb in her ass. Another finger in her cunt. He stroked the two fingers in and out now, fucking her with his hand.
Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear: "I loved watching you piss before."
She came. It wasn't anything she wanted, but the way his fingers were fucking in and out of her cunt and ass, she couldn't help it. The climax was intense, much stronger than what she usually had when she diddled her pussy and asshole, herself. She made moaning sounds in her throat, her body shaking until the end of it.
Carleton chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her ass and cunt and wiped them on her back. "She's easy. And a nice ass, too. Very nice."
Brenda was stretched out on the sofa now. She had her gown pulled back to expose her white thighs above the tops of her sheer stockings. She wore no panties. She held the wine glass in her left hand while she used her right hand to finger her clit.
"Fuck her, Carleton. Fuck her and get it over with."
Erica couldn't see behind herself. She wondered if he had his clothes off. She wondered what he looked like naked. It seemed so crazy that she was about to get fucked by Carleton Scoville. Maybe you want it, she thought. No, she didn't. She hated the idea of it. She hadn't let a man touch her since her divorce, and she certainly didn't want it now.
Then she felt something pushing at her asshole and she realized his intention. Dear God, not her ass! There was nothing she could do about it. He gripped her asscheeks, spread them open as he pushed his cockhead inside her asshole. The pain was sharp and intense and almost more than she could bear. But the workout with his thumb before had loosened her asshole enough to make her defenseless. He pushed forward, filling her ass with his cock until she could feel his hairy balls against her cuntlips.
His head was close to hers and he spoke in her ear: "There you are. It's not so bad, is it? You've got a lovely tight ass. You ought to be thankful I'm using some grease. I might have gone in dry, and that would hurt you, wouldn't it?"
Brenda was amused. "I think she's cherry, darling."
"In her ass?"
"That's right. I think she's never had it there before."
"I don't believe it."
They talked about her ass as he slowly fucked it. Erica felt skewered on his cock. Because they were both standing, she felt as though she were impaled upright on a spike. This was the first time in her life she'd ever had a cock in her ass. Fingers, yes, but not a cock. Carleton's cock was so much bigger than his thumb. Most ol the pain was gone now, and all that remained was the humiliation and the feeling that she had a watermelon up her shitter.
Was there any pleasure? Yes, she could see how some women might like it. The pressure was tremendous, the feeling of having something huge in there and the urge to shit it out. He stopped occasionally as he talked to Brenda, and Erica discovered it was better when he moved. Then she told herself she was crazy to be concerned about the pleasure when he was doing something so awful to her.
After a while, Carleton stopped talking to Brenda and he began fucking Erica's ass with more determination. Erica felt wide open now, her ass loose and her shit-tube hot from the friction of his fucking cock. She thought no more of the humiliation. She knew she was going to come. Odd, how she hated the idea of it! But she couldn't prevent it. Carleton was grunting as he fucked his cock in and out of the hot grip of her shitter.
And then she was coming-and the orgasm nearly blew the top of her head off. She jerked her body and gurgled around the ball in her mouth as the strongest orgasm she'd ever known overwhelmed her.
Brenda laughed. "She's a hot-ass, Carleton. Our little pussycat is a hot-ass."
Carleton made a croaking sound as he continued fucking his cock In and out of Erica's ass. "She's good. She's damn good."
Then he was coming, and Erica could feel his hot jism spurting in her shit-tube. She couldn't help wiggling her ass against his belly. Her asshole clamped down on his cock to suck the jism out of his balls.
She belonged to Carleton as well as to Brenda now. A great shudder ran through her as she realized how helpless she was.
Finally, Carleton pulled his cock out of her ass, and he came around to the front. He was naked. For the first time, she was able to sec what he looked like without clothes. He had a thin wiry body with curled white hair all over his chest and belly. And down there below his belly he had a huge pair of balls and a thick, dangling prick. She could see his cock and balls for only an instant because he moved away to one of the walls and began working some switches. The chains that held Erica upright slowly loosened and she found herself slumping down to her knees. Now she was kneeling on the rug. She watched Carleton, watched him leave the switches and come back to her, his cock swinging with its weight.
He came to stand in front of her again, and this time she had a good look at his prick and she wanted to disappear when she saw the streaks of her shit on his cockshaft. Brown streaks of the shit from her ass. She couldn't take it. She turned her face away.
Carleton laughed, grabbed her chin and made her look. He moved closer until the tip of his cock was almost touching her nose.
"Chocolate frosting," he said. "It's your own chocolate frosting." Then he pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and pushed his cock-knob against her lips. "Suck it, Erica. You're always to suck it afterward. You get to taste the frosting."
She had to open her mouth to take his shit-covered cock, open her jaws wide to take his thick cockshaft. His cock was soft but it was still thick. He chuckled and patted her head and began fucking his prick in and out of her face.
"Use your tongue and lips. I want you to clean the shit off."
On the sofa, Brenda was finger-fucking herself to an orgasm. She had her head turned to the side, her eyes on her husband's cock as it slid in and out of Erica's mouth.
"Carleton you ought to eat more. You're becoming much too thin," Brenda said.
Carleton didn't hear her. He was pissing now.
He gripped Erica's chin with his right hand and the top of her head with his left hand as the hot piss gushed out of his prick. He saw that Erica had the hang of it now. She swallowed smoothly as he continued filling her mouth.
"Good girl," he said with a chuckle. "You've got all the talents, and you're going to have a lovely time here."
CHAPTER THREE
In the morning Erica was awakened by someone shaking her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Kruger standing there beside her bed.
"Come on, get up," he said.
He looked so threatening with his square stony face and his cold eyes gazing down at her. She tried to turn away from him, to roll her body on the bed, but he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to lie on her back. Then he pulled at the covers, pulled them completely off the bed-and there she was, naked under his eyes. She had gone to bed without a nightgown or pajamas and now she had nothing covering her body.
Kruger grunted with approval as he looked at her. His eyes ran over her tits and the bush of blonde cunt hair at the joining of her thighs. She thought of covering her tits with her hands, but she decided it was useless. He would just pull her hands away if he wanted to look at her. She kept her legs closed. He could see her cunt bush but he couldn't see the folds of her pussy. She trembled as she remembered how he'd touched her the day before, how his hands had fondled her ass before he whipped her.
He told her to sit up. When she did nothing, he grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit at the edge of the bed. Now her tits jiggled with their weight and he smiled as he grabbed one tit with his big hand and squeezed hard.
"Nice tits," he said.
She was so afraid of Kruger. Of all the people in the house, he was the one she feared most. He seemed capable of so much cruelty. His eyes made her cringe.
As he stood there before her, he seemed to enjoy her fear. She avoided looking up at his face, but then she found herself looking at his belt and the front of his pants. She could see the bulge behind his fly, the bulge of his cock and balls.
Kruger snickered. "You want some?" Now she looked up at him. "Want what."
"Some cock. You want some cock."
"I certainly don't."
He chuckled and pulled the zipper of his fly down. In a moment he had his cock out, the huge knob a dark pink in color, his foreskin pulled back by his fingers.
"Get it in your mouth and suck me off."
She refused. She fell back on the bed, tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed her and pulled her back. He slapped her face twice, once on each side, and threatened to belt her with his fist if she didn't sit up straight and take his cock in her mouth.
"You take orders," he said. "You take orders from them, and sometimes you take orders from me. That's the way it is, honey. Either you take orders or I hurt you."
She was too afraid of him to refuse him anymore. She lifted his dangling prick and took the cock-knob in her mouth. It tasted salty. She wanted to retch but she held it back. She remembered Mr. Scoville's prick, the taste of her own shit. At least Kruger's cock was clean.
His cock swelled in her mouth and she told herself it wasn't that bad. It was nice to have the feel of the warm cockmeat in her mouth.
His cock slowly hardened and she had to open her jaw wider to take the thickness of his cockshaft. Kruger started fucking her face, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He grunted and patted her head and ran his fingers over her chin.
"Here it comes," he said finally. "Here comes the juice."
And the next moment she had the taste of his cum on her tongue as his piss hole gushed his jism. She closed her eyes as his big prick spurted cum in her mouth. She swallowed and sucked and then swallowed again. For one crazy moment, it occurred to her it was like sucking milk from a cow's udder. Except this wasn't a cow, it was Kruger, the chauffeur, and she hated him.
He finally finished with her, pushed her down on the bed and stuffed his cock back in his pants.
"You stay here until the maid comes. Maybe you'll suck me off again tonight."
She lay there with the taste of his jism on her tongue as he walked out. When the door closed, she left the bed and hurried to the bathroom. She rinsed her mouth with mouthwash and then washed her face. But the memory couldn't be washed out. Kruger had fucked her mouth and shot a load of Jism down her throat, and she had swallowed every drop like a starving calf.
Maybe I like it, she thought. She could understand how some women might like cocksucking. It was nice to suck on a cock. Some women might find Kruger's big cock exciting. He had such a big fat cockhead. His cock was big and strong and it certainly matched his appearance.
But no, she didn't like it. She hated Kruger and she hated his cock and she hated sucking his filthy prick.
When she came out of the bathroom, the maid was there. She was a dark-haired girl named Marie. She had dark eyes and red lips and a curvaceous body. She wore a neat little black-and-white uniform with a perky white cap on her head. The short skirt showed her lovely legs, her calves emphasized by the four-inch stiletto heels of her black shoes. She'd brought a breakfast tray and she smiled at Erica as she put the tray on the night table.
"Mrs. Scoville wants you to have a nice breakfast."
Erica quivered as she thought of Kruger's Jism sliding down her throat. They'd already given her some breakfast, some hot cum. But she was thankful for what Marie had brought. She was hungry. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began nibbling on the toast.
"This is the best room," the maid said, looking around her. "Except for the one they have, this is the best room in your house. Don't you think it's nice?"
Erica shrugged. "Yes, I suppose so."
Marie giggled. "But it is. It's really the best. They like you, you know. Wow, you've got nice tits, haven't you?"
Erica blushed. "Thanks."
"Really nice. I'm supposed to stay here with you, so I think I'll sit down."
The maid sat down on a chair nearby and watched Erica as she had her breakfast. After a while Erica questioned Marie about the house and about the Scovilles. She quickly learned that Marie was fucked regularly by Carleton. And by Brenda, too. Brenda liked to wear a dildo when she did it.
"She fucks like a man," Marie said. "When she gets behind me and does it, I can't tell one from the other. Except her cock never gets soft, and his does. That's a gas, isn't it? I mean she can fuck all day and all night with that thing. Sometimes I come so much I go crazy."
Erica learned that Marie was more than a maid. She was a slave to the Scovilles. She did anything they wanted. Marie said she could get a better job, but she'd rather stay with the Scovilles. She said she was happy here.
Then Marie said she knew all about the whipping yesterday. The way Erica's ass had been whipped by Kruger. And she knew what Kruger had done this morning. She knew that Erica had sucked off Kruger before breakfast.
"He likes it in the morning," Marie said. "He's got good jism and it's nice in the morning."
"He frightens me," Erica said.
Marie giggled. "Oh, he's not so bad. The others are worse. It's them you've got to worry about."
After breakfast, Marie helped Erica dress. Erica liked the attention but she found herself flustered by the maid's hands. Marie patted Erica's ass and tits and paid her one compliment after the other until Erica decided Marie was probably a lez. Erica thought of Marie lapping her cunt, and it turned her on. The girl had such a pretty face.
Stop thinking about it, Erica thought. They're making you crazy here.
The maid finally led Erica downstairs to see
Brenda in the conservatory. Brenda smiled at Erica and then gave some orders to Marie.
"Bring the Greek collection," Brenda said to the maid.
Marie giggled, her stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked away. Erica couldn't imagine what the Greek collection was. She stood there waiting for Brenda to say something else, but all Brenda did then was ask her to sit down.
Brenda started talking about what had happened the day before, about the whipping Erica had received and about Carleton fucking Erica's ass.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
Erica blushed. "That was my first time."
Brenda smiled. "Yes, I know. I guessed that yesterday, didn't I? Carleton says you're much too tight."
Erica blushed with embarrassment as Brenda continued talking about her asshole. Brenda said Erica's asshole had to be loosened to give the right grip on a cock and to make it easier to get in. Brenda said Erica had to be able to take a cock in her ass without any trouble. Even a big cock. She said a woman's asshole was always elastic enough to take any cock, provided the asshole had been stretched a bit and the woman knew how to relax.
"So first we'll stretch you," Brenda said.
Erica quivered with apprehension. Then Marie was back, carrying a large brown box in her hands as she approached them. The maid placed the box on the small bench beside Brenda and Brenda opened it. The older woman searched among the things in the box, and then finally she brought out an ivory cylinder with a broad flange on one end and a smooth knob on the other end. Attached to the flange were four leather straps, each about eighteen inches long and fitted with hooks and eyes.
"On the foot stool," Brenda said to Erica.
She wanted Erica to bend over the foot stool in front of her and raise her skirt. Erica trembled with fear as she did it. She knew what was in store for her. She was going to get that cylinder up her ass to stretch her asshole. The idea of it was so awful she wanted to faint. When she knelt over the foot stool, Marie crouched beside her to pull her panties down.
Erica knelt there, her knees on the ground and her ass uncovered. She turned her head to look at Brenda, and she saw that Brenda was now spreading Vaseline over the knob and shaft of the ivory cylinder. Erica wondered if this was like the dildo that Brenda used to fuck Marie.
Then Erica wondered if she, herself, would ever get fucked by Brenda with something like that.
"There," Brenda said, "that ought to help you take it."
She put the jar of Vaseline away and leaned forward to run the knob of the dildo over the puckered grommet of Erica's asshole. And the next moment Erica felt the ivory dildo sliding up her ass. She made a sound in her throat, but she took it all without crying out. Then Brenda made Erica stand up, and Marie helped Brenda hook up the straps.
"You're to wear it about a week," Brenda said.
Erica trembled. "But what if . . . ? "
Brenda chuckled. "When you need to use the toilet, you can call Marie."
So there it was. She would have her asshole stretched by the dildo. All because that was what Brenda wanted. Brenda was looking at both Erica and Marie now, and her eyes were heavy with lust. Erica could see that Brenda was turned on. Playing around with Erica's asshole had made Brenda excited. Erica was uncomfortable with the dildo in her ass. She prayed the discomfort would pass. A week seemed like such a long time.
Then Brenda gave an order to Marie and the maid began undressing. Right there in the conservatory, Marie stripped her clothes off piece by piece. She stripped everything off until she was down to nothing but her shoes and stockings. Marie had a gorgeous body, a plump little ass and high round tits with dark nipples.
Erica was shocked when she noticed Marie had small gold rings piercing her nipples-and her cuntlips, too. Marie had a small gold ring through each cuntlip. Erica's pussy quivered as she gazed at Marie.
Brenda pulled her dress back, raised her knees and opened her legs. She wore no panties, and the hairy jungle of her pussy was completely exposed. Marie immediately went down on her knees and moved in.
"Watch her and learn," Brenda said to Erica. "She's very good at what she does. And I want you to learn as much as you can."
Erica moved closer. She sat beside Brenda on the bench and watched as Marie went to work. Marie sniffed at Brenda's luxuriant cunt and then she started licking and sucking. Yes, the maid was good. Erica could tell that Marie liked giving head to Brenda. Marie had a long flicking tongue and it worked with a great deal of energy in Brenda's pussy gash.
Brenda leaned close to Erica and kissed her mouth. She fondled Erica's tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
"You'll have your turn," Brenda said. "You want to suck me, don't you, darling?"
Erica nodded. She was afraid to say no, but she also wanted it. Watching Marie sucking Brenda's cunt had made her hot. Marie seemed to love it. The maid rubbed her mouth from side to side over Brenda's wet pussy.
Then Brenda ordered Erica to replace Marie, and in a moment Erica was down there with her lips against Brenda's hot pussy. Erica filled her mouth with Brenda's wet cunt flesh. Her womanhood. This was the closest two women could be together. But in this case, they were also mistress and slave. Erica told herself it was like worshipping at an altar. She sucked the white slime from Brenda's cunt hole, then fluttered her tongue upward to work on Brenda's big clit.
Meanwhile, Marie fondled Erica. She stroked Erica's back and ass and fondled Erica's tits and belly. Then her fingers slipped into Erica's cunt from behind and she began finger-fucking Erica as the sucking of Brenda continued.
Erica was in conflict about it. She hated doing what she was doing, but at the same time she found it impossible to rebel. Brenda had such a lavish cunt, so much cunt flesh and such an abundance of cunt juice. When Erica's tongue strayed down to Brenda's dark asshole, Brenda encouraged her by raising her ass a bit and pushing on Erica's head.
"Go on, rim me, darling. Eat my ass all you want."
Erica came as her tongue slithered inside Brenda's asshole. Was it the feel of Brenda's asshole grabbing at her tongue or the feel of Marie's fingers in her cunt? No matter what, she came and the orgasm was lovely. She fucked her tongue in and out of Brenda's ass, and then she pulled it out and moaned as she came again.
Brenda was amused. "Look at the way she gets off," she said to Marie. "She's a hot little bitch, isn't she?"
But for some reason Brenda had difficulty coming, and she was annoyed. She kicked Erica away from her crotch and told Marie to start sucking her again. Marie got down on her knees and sucked awhile, and then she too was kicked away. Brenda made Marie stretch out on the hard floor on her back. Then Brenda squatted over Marie and sat down on Marie's face. The older woman had her dress bunched around her hips to keep her ass and thighs free. Erica could see Brenda's wet crotch grinding back and forth over Marie's upturned face.
"Finger my asshole," Brenda said to Erica.
Erica crouched down to obey her mistress. She ran her hand over Brenda's ass and then she found Brenda's asshole with her finger and pushed the finger inside. Erica was surprised at the ease with which her finger slid inside Brenda's shithole. She wondered if Carleton ever fucked Brenda in the ass. Brenda's asshole was loose and smooth and it felt almost like a cunt hole.
Erica was hot. Playing with Brenda's asshole was exciting. She fucked her finger in and out of Brenda's ass while Brenda continued squirming on the maid's face.
Then suddenly Brenda laughed and started pissing.
The hot piss splashed over Marie's face, and the maid squealed and made sounds of pleasure. Erica drilled her finger deep in Brenda's asshole as Brenda pissed on Marie. When the pissing was finished, Brenda pushed Erica's hand away from her ass. Brenda grunted, her ass suspended over Marie's face.
And then, as Erica watched with horror, Brenda started shitting on the maid.
Erica was mesmerized as the turd came out. Brenda squeezed out a big fat turd, and Erica couldn't take her eyes away from Brenda's gaping asshole. At the end, the turd eased out and dropped on Marie's throat.
Brenda climbed off and said: "Play with it, Marie. Show Erica how you play with it."
Erica sat back and watched with a pounding heart as Marie began smearing Brenda's shit all over her tits.
Brenda looked at Erica and chuckled. "Don't be envious, darling. I promise, next time I'll have some for you, too."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kruger came to Erica's room nearly every morning. The routine was always the same. He would shake her until she was awake, and then she had to suck his cock until she brought him off. Sometimes he was there in her room at midnight, also. She learned that at night he was worse. It was usually more difficult to make him come at night, and sometimes she had to suck him until her mouth was tired. She never refused what he wanted. Brenda so had already told her tha she had to obey Kruger. Erica was too frightened of him to refuse him when he demanded her mouth. She was thankful it was never more than that. He never cared about fucking her. All he wanted was to get off in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum-load.
The dildo remained in Erica's ass a whole week, as Brenda had promised. During that time, Erica had to call Marie whenever she had to shit. She found it terribly embarrassing, even though Marie seemed so happy to help her. Erica would use the toilet and then Marie would go in there and wash the dildo in the bathroom sink before putting it back in Erica's ass. At the end of a week, Erica's asshole was stretched to Brenda's satisfaction, and the dildo was finally put away.
With or without the dildo in her ass, Erica always had to be ready to amuse the Scovilles.
Brenda liked to have Erica brought to her immediately after lunch. Like Kruger, Brenda always wanted Erica's mouth. Erica would suck Brenda's pussy awhile and then Brenda would piss in Erica's mouth. Brenda would diddle her own clit with her fingers while Erica swallowed what Brenda had to give her. Erica lost some of the piss out of her mouth just one time.
Brenda slapped her viciously and threatened to have Kruger whip her, and after that Erica was never clumsy again. She learned it was all a matter of how she arranged her mouth on Brenda's cunt. If she got it just right, she could take everything Brenda had without any spillage.
And of course Carleton made use by Erica whenever he wanted her. It was always her ass. She would bend over a table or a chair and Carleton would raise her skirt and fuck his cock inside her stretched asshole. He said her asshole was just about right now, loose enough to get in easily and still tight enough to grip his cock the way he liked it. He would tell her when he wanted her to tighten her ass. What he liked was to fuck her shitter awhile with his cock and then have her clamp down and pull the jism out of his balls. After he came, she always had to suck his cock to clean him off. She quickly learned to shit in the morning right after Kruger finished with her. That way, her shit-tube would be clean when Carleton wanted her and she could avoid tasting her own shit on his cock when she sucked him afterward. She hated most of what they made her do, but it was senseless to make things worse than necessary.
In addition to all of this, of course, she had her library work to do. Every weekday, she worked in the Scoville library, sorting the books. There were so many books, it seemed like she'd be there forever. No matter how hard she worked, it never seemed to be more than a small dent in what still had to be done. But during the time she worked in the library, she could forget about the Scovilles, and she could forget about her slavery and the nasty things she did. She could forget her fear of Kruger and her fear of displeasing the Scovilles.
In the library, she lost herself in the mountains of books. Outside the library, she was the new slave in the Scoville house-and they never allowed her to forget it.
One afternoon, Brenda was away and Carleton had Erica called out of the library and brought to him in his study. He gave her a package and told her to go to her room and put on what was in the package and then come down to him again.
"You can wear a robe," he said, "but underneath you wear what's in that package."
When she went upstairs to her room and opened the package, she found that it contained a brown leather bra with holes to show her nipples, a brown leather garter belt and a lovely pair of brown sheer stockings. She thought she ought to wear brown shoes with the outfit, and she searched among the shoes she had until she found a suitable pair. Then she decided the heels weren't high enough. She knew Carleton liked her in high heels, but she had nothing in brown. She went down the hall to Amber Scoville's room and found a pair of sandals that she thought would knock Carleton for a loop. The heels had to be five inches high, and at first Erica thought she'd fall over if she wore them. But she gave it a try, and after a minute or two she learned how to balance herself.
She thought she looked very sexy in the get-up. Her pink nipples stuck out provocatively through the holes in the bra, and her fluffy cunt bush was framed by the brown leather of the garter belt. She drew the sheer stockings tight on her thighs, slipped into the high-heeled sandals and carefully walked over to the full-length mirror to have a look at her rear over her shoulder. It was her ass that Carleton would want. And she thought her ass looked lovely, her white asscheeks bulging out the way they did from the frame of the brown leather garter belt.
I'll melt his balls, she thought, her hands affectionately jiggling her asscheeks. She loved her ass. The scars of the whipping were all gone, and her ass looked delicious. She thought maybe she had put on some weight in her butt since her arrival at the Scoville house. Maybe it was all the ass-fucking that Carleton did.
She quivered with anticipation as she thought of Carleton's cock fucking up her shitter. She thought of sticking one or two fingers in there, reaming out her asshole and maybe rubbing her clit to get a quickie orgasm. But she decided to wait for Carleton. Her asshole felt so wide open, she wanted something long and thick in there to fill it up.
She put her robe on and carefully navigated her way down the stairs on the five-inch heels. When she came into Carleton's study, he smiled at her and handed her a glass of wine. They sipped the wine together and smiled at each other. Then he noticed the shoes and his eyes widened a bit.
"Where'd you get those?" he asked.
"Mrs. Scoville said I might use Amber's clothes if I ever need them."
Carleton stared fixedly at the shoes. He seemed mesmerized by them. Finally he pulled his gaze away, and he brought a black rubber ball out of his pocket. He told her to put the ball in her mouth. After she had her mouth stuffed with the black ball, he sat down on the sofa. He told Erica to remove her robe.
"Walk around a bit. Let me see what you look like."
She felt a little strange doing it. Whenever he fucked her, he was usually quick about it, ramming his cock in her ass and shooting off within minutes and then pushing her away so she could suck his cock clean. And she never had the ball-gag in her mouth, not when she was alone with him. Now he evidently wanted something else. Maybe it was because Brenda was away.
Never mind the reason, she thought. Just do what he wants before he gets annoyed.
She tossed the robe onto a chair and walked slowly back and forth in front of him. She hated the ball-gag. It was always so difficult to swallow with the ball in her mouth.
She had the knack of the high heels now. They made her height well over six feet, and because she had to hold her back straight, her tits jutted out ripe and heavy in the leather bra. After a while, she stopped in front of Carleton and slowly turned to show him her ass. Go on, tease him, she thought. She had no power over him except by teasing him. It was only by teasing that a slave could get back at a master. She moved her legs apart, then slipped her hands around to hold her asscheeks and pull them open.
She heard him make a noise, a wheezing sound in his throat. The old coot was so crazy about her ass. She guessed that at the moment he had a clear view of her asshole. She'd looked at her asshole in a mirror the other day to see how stretched it was. Like a little pink mouth. Brenda had a dark-brown asshole. Maybe Carleton liked pink better than brown. She rolled her asscheeks with her palms, opened and closed them and then opened them again. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted that meaty prick of his driving straight up her ass and fucking her brains out.
Then suddenly she heard him moving behind her, and in a moment she could feel his face against her ass. A thrill ran through her as she felt his tongue in her asscrack. This was something he'd never done before. She was taken by surprise. She squirmed her hips, holding her asscheeks apart with her hands to make it easier for him. God, yes, he could do that if he wanted!
His tongue swabbed up and down over her asshole.
Then he finished tonguing her ass, and he told her to bend over the upholstered arm of one of the big chairs. She did as he asked. She lay there with her legs wide apart and her body bent over the arm so that her head was on the cushion of the chair. He walked over to one of the tables, and when she turned her head to look at him she saw him coming back with a bottle of baby oil in his hand.
Thank God he's ready, she thought. Now she'd get a slick prick up her ass.
She heard him moving around behind her as he stripped his clothes off. He had a good body for a man his age. Nice balls and a big prick. Then she felt his cock-knob in her asscrack, his oiled cock ready to fuck into her shithole.
"Ready, Erica?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
She pushed out to open her asshole, and the next moment she groaned as his cockhead slipped in.
He was in there without any trouble, his oiled cock fucking smoothly up her shit-chute. She could feel his fat prick-knob pushing at her ass guts. No pain at all. Nothing but a long fat cock packing her shitter, filling up her stretched ass until it was so good it brought a moan of pleasure out of her throat.
He owns me, she thought . . .
Later, when Erica was in her room alone again, Marie the maid came in with a glass of brandy on a tray. "I thought you might like this."
Erica rolled over on the bed. "Mmmmm, how'd you know?"
Marie giggled as she handed the brandy to Erica. "You were with Mr. Scoville before, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was."
Marie continued questioning her, and Erica let it go on. She didn't mind. Marie seemed to know everything anyway. And she liked Marie. When Marie asked, Erica told her what they'd been doing down there in Mr. Scoville's study. She told Marie that Carleton had made her put on some leather underwear and then he'd fucked her ass. She told Marie how she'd worn his daughter's shoes and how Carleton had seemed so impressed by them.
Marie giggled when she heard about the shoes. "Well, I can understand that. They used to do a lot of fucking, him and Amber. Maybe he misses her, now that she's been away so long."
Erica was amused. So that explained his response to the shoes. "Is Amber pretty?"
Marie nodded. "She sure is. But I think you're prettier."
"You're sweet."
"Let me suck you off."
Erica laughed. She was pleased. Yes, she was in the mood for it. "Do you really want to?"
She let Marie call the shots. She lay back on the bed and opened her thighs as the maid sucked her cunt. Erica thought about Marie and Brenda, how Brenda was sometimes so mean to Marie, and how Marie seemed to love it. Then she thought about Carleton and how he'd kissed and licked her ass before he'd fucked her. She did like that. If only her ex-husband had done that to her, she might have stayed married to him. She wondered if Marie would lick her ass. Then she realized that Marie would certainly do it. Marie would do anything she was told to do. Erica pushed Marie away from her crotch and giggled as she rolled over on her belly.
"Do me there, too," Erica said.
And so it started. Marie went down on Erica again, but this time it was Erica's ass that received all the attention. Marie kissed and nibbled on Erica's asscheeks and then quickly moved her mouth into Erica's asscrack. Erica started moaning as she felt the maid's mouth sucking on her asshole. She raised her ass, changing her position so that she was on her knees with her shoulders on the mattress. Now Marie had a clear field and she went to town on Erica's asshole. She sucked Erica's asshole, stuck her tongue all the way inside and then began fucking her tongue in and out until she had Erica trembling with pleasure.
No wonder Brenda loves it, Erica thought. The feel of the maid's tongue in her ass was heavenly. Marie was an expert at eating ass, and before long Erica had a lovely orgasm.
After that Marie lay on her back and finger-fucked herself while Erica watched her.
When Marie saw Erica watching her, she groaned: "Piss on me."
A shudder ran through Erica. "On my bed? We'll get the bed wet."
"Please, in the bathroom."
Erica was thrilled at the idea. Marie was such a pretty little slave. If she wanted to be pissed on, why not do it and enjoy it? Brenda did it to both of them whenever she felt like it. Why let Brenda have all the fun? In a few moments, the women were giggling in the bathtub, Erica squatting over Marie's face and teasing Marie by not doing anything yet.
"Are you sure you want it? Tell me you want it."
Marie licked her lips as she gazed at Erica's blonde cunt. "Piss on me. Please piss on me."
Erica held her cuntlips open with her fingers so they could both see how the piss came out.
She finally released the flow and the yellow stream gushed out of her pussy to drench Marie's face. This was different than what Brenda usually did. With Brenda, Erica had to get her mouth against the woman's cunt and take every drop without spilling anything. Erica thought it was more fun to watch the piss splash against Marie's face. She thought Marie looked so completely submissive now, lying there with her face turned up while Erica pissed on her . . .
Later that evening, Erica was summoned to Brenda's bedroom. Carleton was there. They were naked on the bed together, and they'd obviously been fucking. Brenda wanted Erica to suck her ass before Carleton fucked it.
As Erica lapped at Brenda's ass, she wondered if Brenda knew how active Carleton had been that afternoon. And did Brenda know that Carleton fucked their daughter?
Brenda wriggled her ass under Erica's mouth. She started talking about Erica, and then Erica froze as she heard Brenda say Erica's nipples would be pierced. And Erica's cuntlips. Brenda said Erica would have rings in her nipples and cuntlips, a set of small rings similar to those Marie had.
Erica was frightened. But she was too afraid of them to protest. She kept her face pressed against Brenda's ass as she worked on Brenda's asshole.
Finally, Brenda was ready for fucking. She pushed Erica away and Carleton came to kneel behind Brenda's lush ass. Erica thought Carleton would put some grease on his cock, but instead he told Erica to get her mouth on his cock and get it wet. She sucked his prick, dribbled her saliva over his cockhead and cockshaft, and soon he had his prick-knob pushing at his wife's gaping asshole.
Brenda groaned as his cock fucked in. She squirmed her body around a bit to get herself comfortable, and then she settled down to get her shithole reamed out by Carleton's fucker. She was soon moaning with pleasure, lost in her own little heaven as her asshole sucked on his prick.
Erica watched them awhile, and then she felt she had to do something. She had to make herself useful. She crawled between Carleton's legs and turned her face up to suck his balls. She thought about having her nipples and cuntlips pierced, and she was afraid again. She wondered how bad it would be.
Then Carleton was coming, dumping his jism in his wife's asshole. He finished shooting his cum-load, and then he pulled his cock out of her ass and dropped it down to Erica's mouth.
Erica stopped thinking about anything except the cock she had in her mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
One day, Brenda took Erica into town with her. Erica was delighted at the chance to do something different. She thought it would be fun to be in the real world again.
They did some shopping in the morning, they had lunch at noon, and then in the early afternoon Brenda took Erica to an exclusive boutique, a plush salon that catered to rich women. Erica was awed by the place. She sat subdued in the dressing room while Brenda harassed the salespeople as she tried on one outfit after another. Brenda finally bought a dress. Erica thought the dress was nice, but she guessed it cost more than a thousand dollars, and that was completely out of her range.
Brenda had her clothes on and they were about to leave, when a woman appeared at the entrance to the dressing room.
"Brenda, love! It's you, isn't it? How nice!"
Erica learned the woman's name was Muriel and she and Brenda were old friends. Muriel's eyes continually returned to Erica as she talked to Brenda. Muriel insisted Brenda join her in another dressing room while she tried on some things.
"Don't you try sneaking away," Muriel said, laughing as she left them.
Brenda sighed and motioned to Erica to come along with her to Muriel's dressing room. "She's a boring bitch," Brenda said. Then she added with a chuckle: "But she seems to be interested in you."
They found Muriel wearing nothing but a bra and pantyhose. She was an attractive woman, certainly not young anymore, but she still had a shapely figure. She wore no panties under the sheer pantyhose, and her auburn cunt bush was clearly visible.
"Pardon my pussy," Muriel said to Brenda.
"But I'm sure you don't mind." Then she looked at Erica and smiled. "And who is this lovely creature, Brenda? Is this that little librarian you told me about? She's exquisite."
They talked about Erica awhile as if Erica wasn't there. It made Erica feel uncomfortable. Especially when Brenda strongly hinted that Erica did more than just look after Carleton Scoville's books.
Muriel gave a sniggering laugh and walked over to where Erica was sitting against the wall. "So you've got yourself another one, haven't you, Brenda?"
"Yes, why not?" Brenda said.
"Darling, after the last one, you said you found it too exhausting. But I can't say I blame you. She's lovely."
Muriel touched the side of Erica's face, ran her fingertips along Erica's chin and then walked back to Brenda and whispered something in Brenda's ear.
Brenda shook her head. "Don't be silly. She does whatever I want."
"Housebroken?"
"Yes, that too."
"Mmmmmm, how exciting. But maybe I don't believe you." Brenda laughed. "You do believe me. You just want some candy for yourself."
"All right, I want some candy for myself. We're friends, aren't we?"
Erica wasn't too sure what they were talking about, but it was slowly getting through to her. Then Muriel gave the salesgirl ten dollars and told her she wanted some privacy with her friends for a while. The girl smiled and walked out, and Muriel locked the door.
Turning back to them, Muriel smiled. "Now we're cozy, aren't we?"
Brenda smirked. "You're a horny bitch."
Muriel chuckled. "I certainly am."
Brenda looked at Erica. "On your knees, darling. Muriel wants some fun with you."
What followed after that was a nightmare that Erica would remember a long time. What made it so horrible was the fact that Muriel was a complete stranger, someone totally unknown to her. Erica had a sudden fit of self-loathing and fear. She knew she ought to have bolted, but yet here she was on her knees, waiting to be commanded by Muriel. She quivered as she wondered what Muriel would do.
The first thing Muriel did was peel off her pantyhose. She rubbed her cunt bush with her hand and giggled as she came towards Erica. "First I want some head."
Erica stared at the woman's red-haired cunt, and then suddenly Muriel's pussy was against her face. Erica was shocked at the heavy cunt-odor. Muriel's pussy was more than gamy, it reeked. It was more a smell of stale piss than a smell of cunt, and Erica almost retched. Brenda's cunt was usually clean, but this was something different. Muriel's cunt smelled as though it hadn't been washed in a year.
But Erica had no choice. Brenda was standing right there to make sure she was obedient, and Muriel was certainly insistent. Muriel pressed her crotch against Erica's face, and Erica had to open her mouth and give the woman head. She had to lick and suck the woman's raunchy cunt until she squirmed with delight.
"Happy New Year, she's good," Muriel said. "Better than these little dykes they've got around here. You buy a little dress and you get a little suck, and half the time the suck isn't worth the price of the dress. Come on, honey, suck that cunt! Suck the juices out. I think she likes my cunt, Brenda. I can see possibilities here. I'm going to con you into lending her to me. Oh, God! I'm coming! Suck my clit, baby, suck that little jigger. Oh, shit, yes!"
Muriel came and, before the come was finished, she started pissing.
Erica was frantic because she wanted to avoid getting her dress wet here in town. How could she possibly walk around wearing a dress drenched with piss? She clamped her mouth over Muriel's cunt to take the whole bucket of piss without losing anything to wet her clothes. After all the practice she'd had, she was an expert. And she missed no more than a few drops.
Muriel was in heaven as she finished her piss, groaning as she pulled her cunt away from Erica's mouth.
"My God, she's good, isn't she? I've got to fuck her, Brenda. You've got to lend her to me. Just a week, darling. Just an itty-bitty week?"
But Brenda refused. She quickly hustled Erica out of the dressing room and then out of the boutique. On the way home, they sat in the back of the limo, with Kruger driving up front.
"Muriel is something, isn't she?" Brenda said.
Erica quivered. "She smells."
"Her pussy?"
"She smells awful. She doesn't bathe."
Brenda smiled. She kept laughing all the way home, asking Erica again and again about Muriel's cunt. And each time, Erica had to tell
Brenda how awful it was.
When they arrived home, Erica thought Brenda was acting strangely. Brenda had that look in her eyes, that look that was always there when she intended to do something weird. She seemed distracted. She kept looking at Erica and smiling. Before long, Erica was afraid. She had no idea what would happen. The one thing Erica knew was that Brenda was unpredictable. They were all unpredictable, Brenda and Carleton and Kruger. Everything in the Scoville house was unpredictable.
Because of her fear, Erica wanted to go up to her room. But Brenda wouldn't allow it. She made Erica have tea with her in the garden. Then after that she took Erica into the house and they walked down the long hallway to what Brenda called the playroom.
Erica remembered the room. This was the room she'd been strung up in. Now she was really afraid.
When they were inside the room, Brenda picked up the telephone and called Kruger. Erica begged her not to have Kruger come in, but Brenda wouldn't listen to her. Brenda just smiled at Erica, her eyes shining. All Erica could do was stand there and tremble.
Erica was so afraid now. Then Kruger came in. He closed the door behind him. There was no emotion in his face. Erica couldn't tell whether or not he was surprised. He certainly looked at Erica. He had that look in his eyes, that same crazy look that Brenda had.
Brenda then told Erica: "Get naked, darling. We can't have our fun when you're wearing clothes."
There was nothing Erica could do about it. There was no way to resist. She knew that if she refused them, things would be worse for her.
Erica stripped her clothes off, stripped everything off until she was naked. Kruger looked at her, but he'd seen her naked so many times it really didn't mean anything. And of course Brenda had seen her naked, too. But Erica felt so vulnerable. There were three of them and she was the only one who was naked. Kruger and Brenda had all their clothes on.
Brenda made Erica stand in the middle of the room, stand naked while she poured herself a drink. She did not offer a drink to Kruger. The chauffeur was a servant. He was a servant and Erica was a slave. He's above me, Erica thought. At the moment even the chauffeur was above her in the Scoville house.
Then Brenda told Erica to kneel on the floor with her ass in the air.
"Kruger's going to whip you, darling. Stick that pretty butt out for him."
Erica begged not to be whipped. She asked Brenda why.
"Because I want to watch it, pet. It turns me on."
There was nothing Erica could do. She knelt on the floor, her head and shoulders down, her ass in the air. She heard Brenda tell Kruger to get the quirt. In a few moments he was there behind Erica, slapping the quirt in. his hand. Erica was so afraid of him.
Brenda sat down facing Erica so that Erica could see her. Brenda soon put her hand under her dress. Erica could see Brenda's fingers in her cunt. Brenda frigged her pussy as she looked at Erica. The older woman's face was flushed, and it was obvious how turned on she was. The prospect of Kruger whipping Erica excited her.
Erica cried out at the first lash of the whip. The pain was awful. The scars she'd had from the first whipping were gone, but now her ass would be marked again.
The whip came down on her raised ass again and again. Erica moaned and sobbed, overwhelmed by the pain and the cruelty of what they were doing to her. She wanted to die. In front of Erica, Brenda frigged her cunt as she watched Erica's turmoil.
Finally, when the whipping was finished, Brenda told Kruger to bring the pot. Erica had no idea what she was talking about. Within a few moments Kruger was there with a large red pot. Brenda giggled and told Erica to squat over the pot and piss.
Erica was afraid that if she refused she'd get whipped again. She squatted over the pot. It took a few moments before she could relax enough to let go, and then the piss came out, splashing into the pot with a great deal of noise.
Brenda laughed, and even Kruger had a smile on his face. When Erica finished pissing, Brenda rose off the chair where she'd been sitting. She walked over to Erica. She knelt down and pulled the pot out from under Erica's crotch. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of Erica's piss.
Brenda raised the pot, turned it over and dumped the piss on Erica's head.
Erica started sobbing again. She was drenched with her own piss.
Brenda laughed and said that in the evening there would be a guest at dinner. "Someone special, darling, a dear friend. And this evening, you'll finally get your nipples pierced. Something to look forward to, isn't it?"
Erica's heart sank. She lay on the floor, drenched in her piss, wallowing in her misery. After a while Brenda kicked Erica's whip-marked ass and told her to get upstairs and clean herself up.
"You stink," Brenda said. "I don't like it when you smell like that."
After she bathed, Erica remained in her room the rest of the afternoon. She was afraid to go downstairs. She remembered what Brenda had said about having her nipples pierced. She felt so utterly alone. Carleton couldn't protect her, even if he was in the mood to do so. He'd been gone from the house since yesterday on business in Washington, and Erica had no idea when he'd return . . .
Finally dinner time arrived, and Marie came to knock on Erica's door and tell her they were waiting for her in the dining room. Erica knew it was no use. She hurriedly dressed and went downstairs. She felt like a lamb going to sacrifice. She wondered who the guest was. A dear friend, Brenda had said. Erica hoped Brenda wouldn't criticize the way she was dressed. Brenda could be so cruel sometimes.
Moments later, Erica was seating in the dining room and smiling at the new guest. His name was John Conway. Doctor John Conway. He looked about fifty, a ruddy-faced man with silver hair and pale blue eyes.
"I've heard a great deal about you," he said to Erica, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Erica blushed. She wondered just how much he'd heard. Then she guessed that Brenda had probably told him all there was to know. It made Erica so uncomfortable to sit at the table with Doctor Conway knowing so much about her.
The talk was easy during dinner, Brenda and Doctor Conway doing most of it and Erica responding only when she was asked something. Once again, Brenda told Erica that Doctor Conway was a dear friend of the family. It was only later that Erica learned that John Conway was Brenda's lover.
After a while, Erica found herself extremely uncomfortable because of the way Doctor Conway looked at her. His eyes seemed so piercing, as if he could see straight through her. She withdrew into herself and tried to think of other things. Then she suddenly realized Brenda had spoken to her and she had to come out of her reverie.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Erica said.
Brenda twisted her lips with annoyance. "Doctor Conway is interested in your ideas about discipline."
Erica blushed. "I don't have any ideas."
Doctor Conway chuckled, then smiled at Erica. "But I'm told you like it. You must have some ideas about it."
"I don't really like it."
"She's lying," Brenda said. "She loves it, and she does whatever she's told. Take your dress off, Erica. Doctor Conway wants to see what you look like."
Erica trembled. "Here?"
"Yes, here."
Erica got up. She avoided looking at them. She unzipped her dress, pushed the shoulder straps down, let the dress slide down to her feet and then stepped out of it. She wore hardly anything now, just a thin garter belt to hold up her nylons and a pair of wispy panties.
Doctor Conway looked at Erica intently. He said nothing for a long moment and then he smiled at Brenda. "She's lovely."
Brenda nodded. "I told you she was. Sit down, Erica. We haven't had our dessert yet."
Erica had to sit there almost naked while they had their dessert and coffee. She felt so embarrassed. And afraid. She was terribly afraid. There was something frightening about Doctor Conway. His blue eyes seemed so completely cold.
Then dinner was finally over, and they moved out of the dining room and into the large sitting room that adjoined it. Marie, the maid, served brandy, her eyes twinkling with amusement whenever she looked at Erica.
I'll get even, Erica thought. I'm going to whip her the next time we're alone.
But then Marie was gone and Erica had to think of other things. Brenda and Doctor Conway. The two of them sat beside each other on one of the sofas while Erica sat facing them in an easy chair. Erica kept her legs crossed in order to hide her pussy. She sipped her brandy and tried to keep calm, but all the while she trembled with apprehension.
"I think she's frightened," Doctor Conway said with a thin smile.
Brenda chuckled. "Are you frightened, Erica?"
Erica nodded. "Yes."
"Well, I suppose you're right," Doctor Conway said. "Maybe it's because you're too far away."
"Come over here," Brenda said. "Stand in front of us." She pointed to the rug at her feet.
Erica quivered as she rose from the easy chair and walked over to stand where Brenda had indicated. She stood more in front of Brenda than in front of Doctor Conway, but then he took her hand and pulled at it to make her move in front of him. As soon as she did so, he dropped her hand and touched her cunt mound.
"Let's get these panties off." He helped her slide her panties down her thighs and legs and off her feet. Then he touched her cunt bush. "Move your legs apart."
Erica did so, and his hand immediately slid between her thighs and underneath to cup her ass. His middle finger wormed between her asscheeks to find her asshole. He smiled as his finger slipped inside without any trouble. Then he pushed his thumb inside her cunt hole and pinched the thin wall separating her cunt-channel and shit-tube.
"Fuck my fingers," he said to Erica. "Move your ass and fuck my hand. I'd like to see how you move."
She pumped her crotch at his hand. She trembled when their eyes met. He's a monster, she thought. He's a monster with blue eyes.
Then Brenda said Doctor Conway was the one who would pierce her nipples. "And your pussylips, too," Brenda said. "We want some rings down there, too."
Erica closed her eyes and moaned as she fucked herself on Doctor Conway's hand.
CHAPTER SIX
Now Doctor Conway was standing. He had his fly unzipped and his cock dangling out of his pants. He had a thick cock, not very long, but extremely thick. The cock-knob was shaped like a helmet and the slit at the tip was leaking pre-cum.
Erica knelt at Conway's feet and stared at his cock. The prick-knob made her mouth water. She wanted to suck his prick. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to capture his cock-as head.
Conway sighed with satisfaction and pulled her head forward with his hands. He wanted more of his cock in her mouth. Erica had to open her jaw wide because his cock was so thick. She took more and more of his warm cockmeat until his prick-knob was pushing at her throat. Now she had her nose in his fly, her nostrils tickled by his cock bush.
"Now, slowly, back and forth," Doctor Conway said. "Fuck it with your mouth."
He was pleased at the way she sucked his cock. He told Brenda he was very pleased with Erica. He said Erica was a true slave. He said some women thought they were slaves, but then they found out they weren't. Erica was a true slave. At times she might get her kicks as a mistress, but basically she was a slave.
"And with a nice mouth," Conway said with a chuckle. "She really knows how to give head."
He came before long. He pulled his cock back until he had just his cock-knob in her mouth, and then he shot his cum-load in Erica's mouth. She was hungry for it. She thought his jism had a sweet taste. Nicer than Carleton's jism or Kruger's jism. And he gave her enough cum so that she could really feel the wad going down.
It was nice. She swallowed everything he gave her and then she pulled away and licked her lips.
"Now, over here," Brenda said. She wanted some cunt-lapping from Erica. She ordered Erica to crawl over to her and start sucking.
Brenda had her dress at her waist and her knees pulled back to her tits and her thighs wide open. All of her crotch was exposed, her thick-lipped cunt and down below, the dark ring of her asshole. Erica knew she'd have to suck Brenda's ass as well as eat her cunt, and for a moment she was embarrassed because Doctor Conway would see it. Then she told herself he'd probably seen worse in his life. And anyway, she had to do it. He was right about her, she was a true slave. She had just swallowed a load of jism, and now here she was moving in to get a load of cunt cream.
Brenda's cunt was so familiar to Erica by now. And Brenda's ass. Erica knew how Brenda liked it. She first tickled Brenda's asshole with the tip of her tongue. Around and around the dark ring, just light touches on the puckered rim, just enough to tickle and get Brenda smiling.
"She's very good at this," Brenda said. "She's charming." Doctor Conway chuckled. "I can see that.
Yes, she's good. But I'd like to see her tongue inside."
Erica didn't wait to be told. She stiffened her tongue and pushed the tip at the ring of Brenda's asshole. Brenda giggled and opened her ass as Erica's tongue slid inside.
"Oh, I love it!" Brenda said. "I love the way it feels!"
Erica tongue-fucked Brenda's asshole awhile, and then she pulled her tongue out and started flipping it against Brenda's stiff clit. She'd serviced Brenda often enough to know exactly what Brenda needed. It took no more than two minutes more to get Brenda off. She squealed and shuddered as she came. Erica sucked up the oozing cunt juice and swallowed it down. She thought Brenda had come very strong, maybe because Doctor Conway was watching it and it turned Brenda on.
After that, Erica was ordered to work on Conway's cock again. His prick was limp now, hanging out of his fly like a thick sausage. He sat next to Brenda on the sofa, with his legs wide apart and Erica kneeling between them to massage his cock with her lips and tongue.
Brenda teased him. "Darling, I think you need to rest awhile."
Conway shrugged. "Maybe you're right."
"You can piss in her mouth if you like. Erica loves that."
Conway was delighted. He held Erica's head with both hands and pissed in her mouth. Erica expertly swallowed his piss as fast as he gave it to her. When he was finished, she hadn't missed a single drop. She pulled her mouth away, licked her lips and swallowed the last of the salty fluid.
Then she suddenly came.
The spasm pounded through her pussy and brought a hot flush to her face. Doctor Conway recognized what had happened and he chuckled as he patted Erica's head.
"Well, she likes it, doesn't she? She likes the taste of piss."
They went upstairs to Brenda's bedroom after that. Doctor Conway fondled Brenda's ass as they walked up the stairs. Erica understood now that Doctor Conway was Brenda's lover. She wondered if Carleton knew. Doctor Conway seemed so much at ease with Brenda.
When they were in the bedroom, Conway and Brenda finally shed their clothes. Erica thought Doctor Conway had a nice body for a man his age. When Brenda suggested that Erica rim Doctor Conway, Erica didn't mind at all. She found the idea exciting.
Doctor Conway knelt on the bed with his ass in the air, and Erica quickly crouched behind him. He had such a cute little asshole, the ring surrounded by hair and then down below that, his ball-bag hung low. She sniffed at his asscrack and then moved her mouth down to lap at his hairy balls. She got the wrinkled bag all wet with her saliva. Then she worked her tongue up to his asshole and tickled around the ass-ring and just inside the hole itself. She tickled his asshole a long time, until he started grunting as he became turned on. Then her tongue fucked inside his ass and she began fingering his balls and prick. His cock became hard in her hand, thickening and lengthening until he had a nice hard-on.
"Christ, she's good," Doctor Conway said with a croaking sound. "Come on, Brenda, I'm going to fuck you."
They did a three-way on the bed, Brenda on her hands and knees, Doctor Conway fucking her cunt from behind, and Erica behind Conway with her face against his ass and her mouth on his asshole.
Erica found it wasn't that easy to keep her mouth in place as he fucked in and out of Brenda's cunt. But she did her best. She liked the taste of his ass. She liked the way he smelled. ss
She decided she preferred sucking a man's ass to a woman's ass. She wondered what her ex-husband would have thought if she'd ever done this to him. She quivered and frigged her pussy with her fingers as she sucked on Conway's hairy asshole.
Then Conway came, his belly banging against Brenda's ass as he shot his cum-load. Erica could feel his asshole contracting around her tongue each time he spurted. She loved it. She'd never sucked a man's ass while he shot off. She loved the feel of his asshole grabbing at her tongue. She frigged herself until she came. Then Conway pulled his cock out of Brenda's cunt and turned around to shove it in Erica's mouth -and Erica came again.
Yes, it's good, Erica thought. She was discovering that no matter what she did, she could find a way to make it feel good.
* * *
Late that evening Erica returned exhausted to her room. She wanted to sleep, but she found she was too restless. She tried reading a book. She watched an old movie on TV awhile. She was about to try sleeping again when someone knocked on the door, and the maid came in.
"I saw your light on," Marie said with a giggle.
Erica was about to tell Marie to go away when she remembered how irritating Marie had been earlier in the evening.
"Get me some tea," Erica said.
When Marie brought the tea, Erica told the girl how annoyed she was. Marie quivered and admitted that sometimes she was a bad girl.
"Let me be your slave," Marie whispered.
Erica stared at her. "You're crazy."
"Please, Erica."
"What will you do?"
"I'll do anything you want."
Erica thought about it a moment. "All right, at the moment you can help me bathe."
Marie was eager to serve Erica. She helped Erica peel off her nightgown and then she drew the bubble-bath and helped Erica get into the tub. Erica found it pleasant. When she wanted to be washed, she rose in the tub, and Marie lathered her body with soap. Marie cooed with delight as she rubbed the soap between Erica's legs.
"I love your pussy," Marie said.
Erica chuckled and raised one foot to the edge of the tub. "Go on, suck my pussy. You'll get some soap in your mouth, but maybe you deserve it."
Marie didn't seem to care about the soap. She sucked Erica's cunt until all the soap was gone. Erica told her to stop, but instead she continued sucking. Erica realized she had to show Marie who was boss. She swung her arm back and slammed her hand into the side of Marie's face. The maid cried out and fell down on the bathroom floor, whimpering as she felt the pain in her cheek. Erica laughed and turned around to present her ass to Marie.
"In my asshole, cutie. Do some digging with your tongue."
For Erica, this was a way of getting even with all of them. She was a slave to the Scovilles and Kruger and Doctor Conway, sucking their cocks and cunts and asses whenever they told her to, and now she had her own little slave doing it to her. She quivered with pleasure as she felt Marie's tongue slip inside her asshole. Well, that was one advantage of having a stretched asshole. The maid could get her tongue all the way inside without any trouble.
After Erica became bored with Marie's tongue in her ass, she pushed Marie away and climbed out of the tub. Marie dried Erica's body with a large towel. The maid had her uniform on and she seemed to be taking care not to get it wet or soiled in the bathroom. Erica teased her about it.
Marie said she had other uniforms but she had to iron them all herself, and she was always too lazy to do it. This amused Erica and she immediately told Marie to lie down on the bathroom floor. Marie was unhappy as she did it.
"I'll get my uniform wet."
"And how," Erica said, and before Marie could protest she squatted over the maid and pissed on her face and tits. "Now you're really wet."
Marie closed her eyes and groaned as Erica's piss gushed down on her. "You can shit on me, too."
"What?"
"Please shit on me."
Erica laughed. "You're really my little slave, aren't you?"
Marie said yes, she was Erica's little slave and she would do whatever Erica wanted. Then she begged Erica again to shit on her, and Erica yielded to the wishes of her new slave.
Squatting carefully over Marie's face, she shit on Marie and watched the girl squirm with pleasure as the hot turds fell on her chin and throat.
My God, she loves it, Erica thought. But she knew all about that. She'd been down there herself more than once, and she knew what it was like.
"Clean up and get out of here," Erica said.
Now Erica was tired and she wanted some sleep. She looked down with disgust at Marie. The maid was covered with shit and she looked horrible. Erica walked out of the bathroom and climbed into bed.
She never heard Marie leave. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. She had a crazy dream about people walking around downtown naked and shitting in the street whenever they felt like it. When she opened her eyes, it was morning and Kruger was standing at her bedside with his cock out of his pants.
"Suck me off and then get to Mrs. Scoville," he said. "She wants you in her room."
As she did almost every morning, Erica sucked him off, took his load of thick jism down her throat. She'd come to look forward to it the first thing in the morning. She liked the taste better than the acid taste of orange juice, and she thought it was probably healthier. It was nice to have the juice in Kruger's balls ready for her each morning. Maybe he thought he had the advantage over her, but she didn't think so anymore. She liked his cum and she was happy to have it.
After Kruger left, Erica hurried to put something on and get to Brenda's bedroom. She knew how Brenda liked her in the morning-fresh and feminine and ready to please. She sprayed cologne over her cunt bush, then slipped into a white dressing gown and a pair of white high-heeled mules. She hoped Brenda wasn't in one of her weird moods. Erica liked the gown, and she hated the idea of having it soiled.
Was Doctor Conway still in the house? He certainly was. He was in Brenda's bed. When Erica walked in, she found Brenda playing with his cock.
"What took you so long?" Brenda said. "Get your mouth over here and take his piss."
Erica slipped out of her gown and mules and climbed onto the bed. "Let me be underneath," Erica said. "I don't want to spill any of it."
Doctor Conway was amused. He watched Erica stretch out on her back, and then he climbed over her, straddled her and shoved his thick cock in her mouth. He had sense enough to keep just his cockhead inside her lips. Erica fingered his balls, and then she quivered as the hot piss started coming. She had done it to Carleton many times in the morning like this and she knew how to avoid spilling any piss. Doctor Conway groaned with pleasure as he filled her mouth again and again.
"Christ, what a mouth she's got."
After he finished, he climbed off her and it was Brenda's turn.
"Sweet little Erica," Brenda said.
She squatted down, pressed her cunt flush against Erica's open mouth and started pissing. She pissed in spurts so that Erica had a chance to swallow. Brenda didn't have that much piss, and Erica thought maybe she'd already used the bathroom that morning.
Watching Erica take Brenda's piss gave Conway a hard-on, and now he wanted to fuck Erica. "In the back door," he said. "Let's find out what she's got back there."
What Erica had back there was a soft and pliant asshole and an educated shit-tube that felt marvelous when it grabbed his cock. Conway didn't last long. Erica's ass soon had him in the short strokes. He bucked his ass as he pumped his jism inside her shitter, and then at the end Erica had to suck his cock again to get it clean.
"I think you like her," Brenda said, chuckling as she held his balls while Erica sucked his prick. "You like my little slave?"
Conway nodded, his eyes on Erica's mouth as it worked on his cock. "She's talented, all right. Lovely asshole and a lovely mouth. When will you put her up?"
"I think in about a month."
Put her up? Erica had no idea what they were talking about.
She finished cleaning Conway's cock, and she was finally allowed to leave . . .
Later that afternoon, she was called again to Brenda and Conway and this time she found herself in the playroom. Conway had a set of medical instruments laid out on a white cloth. Marie came in carrying a basin of water and some towels. Erica was afraid. This was the piercing Brenda had talked about.
Conway saw how skittish Erica was, and he reminded her he was a doctor. "I won't hurt you," he said. "It may hurt a bit later on, but not now."
He gave her a shot to relax her, and then she had to stretch out on a portable leather-covered table that had been brought in. She kept her eyes closed. She was afraid to look at him or watch what he was doing to her.
But he talked to her about what he was doing. First he pierced her nipples. Then he pushed a small gold rod through each nipple to keep the wound open until the flesh healed. Then he did the same to each cuntlip. When he was through, she had a gold rod in each nipple and a gold rod in each cuntlip. He said it would take three or four days for the wounds to heal, and then Brenda could remove the rods and put rings in their place.
"In a week you won't mind them at all."
Then he began stroking her clit with his fingers. His touch was precise. He knew exactly how to do it, and it wasn't long before Erica quivered and had an orgasm.
Doctor Conway smiled down at her as he wiped his fingers on her tits. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"She's a beauty," the blonde girl said.
Amber Scoville had returned home. She was talking about Erica. Amber had been told that Erica was Carleton's librarian, but Erica could see in Amber's eyes that Amber knew everything about her.
Erica was embarrassed. It was awful to have the girl know everything. Amber was four or five years younger than Erica, but Erica felt at a terrible disadvantage.
And Erica's problem wasn't helped by the fact that Amber was so lovely. She was blonde and sleek-looking, a spoiled girl used to having everything she wanted. Erica had a hunch that Amber would find some way to make her completely miserable.
The Scovilles and Erica had cocktails on the terrace before dinner. Amber talked about her travels, about the people she'd met in Paris and Rome. Erica said very little, but she was aware of how often Amber looked at her. When they were called into dinner, Amber walked beside Erica and smiled.
"We'll get to know each other," Amber said.
Erica was uneasy all through dinner. She kept thinking about what she'd been doing for the past three months. All the awful things with Carleton and Brenda. Erica was certain Amber knew all about it. Amber had to know that Erica was a complete slave in the Scoville house.
"Well, I'm glad to be home," Amber said as they finished the meal. "Are you glad to have me back, Mother?"
Brenda managed a thin smile. "You know I am. I hope you don't run off again so quickly."
Amber laughed, her eyes on Erica. "Oh, I think I'll stay around here awhile. Maybe this time I'll find something to keep me busy. By the way, what ever happened to Susan? Where is she now?"
Carleton cleared his throat. "She's with some people in Phoenix."
Her eyes still on Erica, Amber smirked. "You always do that. I get to like them, and then you send them away."
Later, Erica went to her room. She was thankful to be alone again, but then after a while the maid came in to gossip with her about Amber.
"Now the old man will be happy awhile," Marie said. "She fucks his brains out and keeps him happy. I bet they'll be at it tonight. He'll sneak down to her room while Mrs. Scoville is sleeping."
Erica was dubious. "Are you sure that's going on?"
Marie giggled. "Of course, I'm sure. And she'll get her claws in you, too. She's a terrible brat, that girl. She hasn't been home a day and she's already driving me up the wall."
And Erica had to listen to Marie describe the trouble she'd had with Amber. Marie had been forced to grovel before Amber in the morning and then finally she'd been whipped by the blonde girl.
"She's a mean one," Marie said, and then she pulled her skirt up and turned around to show Erica the marks on her ass.
But instead of sympathy for Marie, Erica found herself turned on by the welts on Marie's lush white ass. Marie giggled as Erica's fingers tickled the hairy pouch of her pussy.
"Bend over," Erica said.
And when Marie bent over, Erica pushed her thumb inside the maid's asshole and began frigging both fuck-holes at the same time. Marie came quickly, her cunt juice gushing out to wet Erica's hand. Afterward, Erica made Marie lick her hand to get it clean.
The next day, Erica worked in the library as usual. She saw nothing of the Scovilles. Then in the afternoon something extraordinary happened. It was a warm day and the windows of the library were open. Outside the windows was the garden, and as Erica was working at one of the library tables, she suddenly heard voices in the garden. Bored with her work, Erica went to one of the open windows to have a look. She pulled back immediately when she saw Carleton and his daughter out there on a bench.
Had they seen her? Erica thought they hadn't. When she looked again, she was sure of it. The two Scovilles on the bench were wrapped up in each other. Carleton had his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and as Erica watched with a pounding heart, Carleton dropped his hand over one of Amber's tits and fondled it through
M her blouse.
So it's true, Erica thought. Father and daughter do fuck each other.
She couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but the conversation certainly looked intimate. And Carleton's hand was still closed over Amber's tit. Erica wondered what the girl looked like naked. She guessed Amber wasn't a true blonde. Brenda, after all, was a brunette and Carleton wasn't that light in coloring. Maybe Amber had dark pussy hair. Erica chastised herself for thinking about Amber like that. The girl had been causing turmoil in Erica since she'd arrived, and Erica was unhappy about it.
Amber was joking with her father now. Erica watched the blonde girl tickle Carleton's chest. Then Amber's hand suddenly dropped down to Carleton's lap and her fingers stroked the cock-bulge in his crotch.
She's a little devil, Erica thought. She found it exciting to watch them. The Scovilles obviously didn't care who in the house had their eyes on them.
Now Amber's voice was suddenly raised and Erica could hear the girl clearly.
"Come on, Daddy, don't be so mean. I've been away so long, and it's not fair."
Carleton seemed to resign himself to something. He leaned back on the bench and watched his daughter's fingers as they pulled the zipper of his fly. In a few moments, Amber had his cock out in the air, her fingers closed around his cockshaft as she stroked his thick prick.
"My favorite Popsicle," Amber said, and then her head went down and she took the head of her father's cock in her mouth and sucked on it.
Erica loved watching it. Maybe it was because the Scovilles seemed to think they were alone. Or maybe it was because she found the incest exciting. Amber certainly looked beautiful as she sucked her father's cock. And the girl knew what Carleton liked. She worked her mouth on his cock-knob, her fingers slowly pumping his cockshaft.
He'll shoot off in her mouth, Erica thought. She'd sucked him off often enough to know the signs. And sure enough, in less than a minute Carleton was heaving on the bench as he shot his cum-load in his daughter's mouth.
Amber took it all. She held her lips tight around his cockhead so that she'd lose none of his cum. She jacked him off with her hand, milking his cock to get all of his jism. Erica could see the girl swallowing cum repeatedly as she sucked her father's prick.
Then finally Amber pulled her mouth away, licked the tip of his cock one last time, then licked her fingers and smiled at her father.
"Now you can have your nap, Daddy. That was a nice one, wasn't it?"
Erica moved back into the shadows of the library. She was turned on. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could think of nothing except the Jism glistening on Amber's lips. Unable to calm down, she finally left the library and went to her room to masturbate. She lay down on her bed, slid her fingers inside her cunt and finger-fucked herself in a frenzy. She got off one good orgasm and then she started on another.
But suddenly the telephone rang, and when Erica picked it up she heard Carleton's voice. He wanted her to join him in an hour in the playroom. He told her to wear something nice. Then the phone clicked dead and Erica slowly replaced the receiver.
In the playroom, she thought. She hated that room. She'd suffered so much in that room. And now Amber was here, and only God knew what they'd think up for her. With a groan, Erica returned to finger-fucking herself. At least, here in her room, she had no reason to be afraid of anything . . .
An hour later, she walked into the playroom and found Carleton and Amber together. Amber was sitting on his lap. The blonde had her arm around her father's neck.
Amber looked at Erica and smiled. "Daddy says he's fond of you. Isn't that nice?"
Erica was uneasy. "Yes, I'm glad."
"And I'm going to be fond of you, too. You do want that, don't you?"
"Yes."
Amber giggled. "That's a silly old robe. Why don't you take it off."
"Well . . . "
"Well, what?"
Erica blushed. "I'm not wearing anything under it. Hardly anything."
Amber laughed. "I know that, silly. Get the stupid thing off."
Erica slipped out of her robe. Now she wore nothing more than skimpy lingerie, the kind she knew Carleton liked. Her nipples were exposed by the holes in the lace bra, the nipple-rings showing. And down below, she wore only a garter belt and nylons, and the two gold rings that pierced her cuntlips could be seen.
Amber went wild over the gold rings. She made Erica come closer so she could look at them. Erica had to open her legs to show Amber the way the rings pierced her cuntlips.
"I love it," Amber said to her father. "She looks just like Marie."
Carleton chuckled. "She's prettier than Marie. Don't you think she's prettier?"
"Yes, I suppose she is." Then Amber pulled at one of the nipple-rings, pulled it to stretch Erica's nipple until Erica felt the pain and winced.
"Please don't."
"Don't be silly," Amber said with a smirk. "You're a slave, and you'll take what I give you."
Carleton said nothing to stop Amber. He sat there with Amber on his lap and watched his daughter pull the gold rings, one after the other. Erica was frightened. Amber was only playing now, but maybe later she'd get more serious and things would be worse.
Suddenly Amber slid off her father's lap and sat down on the sofa beside him. The blonde slipped her hands beneath her skirt and peeled off her panties. Then she pulled her skirt up to her waist and opened her thighs.
"Go down on me," she said to Erica. "Suck my pussy until I tell you to stop."
Now that Amber was off his lap, Erica could see that Carleton's cock was dangling out of his fly. Erica looked at Amber. The girl's knees were pulled up, her thighs wide open, her dark-haired cunt exposed. Erica had been right about Amber. She was blonde on top and dark down there. She had a dark-haired pussy like her mother. Amber's pussy reminded Erica very much of Brenda. A long slit with thick lips. Not as much hair as Brenda had, but the cunt itself was similar.
Erica went down on her knees in front of Amber. The blonde girl smiled and opened her legs even wider.
"I like getting head from women," Amber said. "They know what to do. They know how to suck a pussy. Go on, suck it now. Try to get your tongue deep inside. Fuck my cunt hole with your tongue."
Erica gave the girl what she wanted. She leaned forward, plastered her mouth against Amber's cunt hole and fucked her tongue deep inside. In a moment, Erica had Amber's cunt juice flowing on her tongue. The girl's pussy juice had a rich taste. Erica liked Amber's cunt. She rubbed her nose slowly against Amber's clit, and then when Amber groaned, she pulled her face away to tease her.
Carleton was jacking his cock, his fingers slowly moving his cock skin up and down over his prick-knob as he watched them. Erica could see the pre-cum brimming in his piss hole, and she had an urge to suck the tip. But she sucked Amber instead. Her mouth went back to the girl's cunt to draw the juices out.
Amber finally pushed Erica away with her foot. Erica lay on the floor and watched them. Amber helped her father get his pants and shorts down to his ankles, and then she straddled his lap and took his cock in her cunt. Father and daughter both groaned as the girl sat down on his stiff prick.
Erica could tell they'd fucked many times before. Amber moved with a fluid motion of her body, up and down, up and down, slowly fucking her cunt on her father's upstanding prick.
Erica moved closer to them and lowered her head down to where she could see Carleton's cock in Amber's cunt hole. The girl's pussy hole was stretched wide around his thick prick. His cockshaft was slick with her juices. Erica was no longer shocked by the incest. It somehow seemed right that Carleton should have his cock in his daughter's cunt.
Amber came. She started squealing and moaning, and then she pumped up and down m fast to get Carleton off. He grabbed her ass with his hands, squeezed her asscheeks as he shot his cum-load in her cunt.
Then finally Amber dismounted. She turned and smiled down at Erica. "Get your head between my legs. Get your mouth on my cunt and suck everything out."
Erica quivered with excitement as she moved into position. Amber stood over Erica, straddling her body as Erica turned her face up to get her mouth on Amber's cunt.
It didn't take much sucking. Carleton's load of thick jism flowed out of Amber's cunt hole in large globs. Erica caught everything on her tongue, and when the flow stopped she used her tongue inside Amber's cunt hole to scoop out the rest of it. Amber giggled and closed her thighs around Erica's head to keep her mouth in place awhile . . .
Later, Erica was alone with Amber in Amber's room.
"You really get off on it, don't you?" Amber said. "I mean, you like being a slave."
Erica felt herself trembling. She was seated on the edge of the bed while Amber was stretched out near her. "I don't really like it."
"But you can't help it."
"Yes."
Amber smirked. "You're prettier than some of the others they've had. They won't keep you forever, you know. Mother gets bored with them. Suck my cunt again. I liked it when you did that. Come on, get your mouth down there and suck my pussy."
Erica stretched out on the bed, her head between Amber's legs. She started sucking the blonde's pussy again. Amber's cunt flesh seemed softer now. And more tasty. Erica liked the taste of the girl's cunt. It wasn't long before Erica had Amber's cunt juice flowing on her tongue.
"You're good," Amber said with a shudder of delight. She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits to make more room for Erica's face. "I bet Mother loves it when you do her. She's something, isn't she? The old bitch. I shouldn't hate her, but I do. She's jealous of what I do with my father. Does she ever talk to you about that?"
Erica kept her face against Amber's cunt as she answered. "No, she's never talked about it."
"Do my asshole. Yes, like that. Tickle it around. I love it this way because I can see everything. I bet Mother makes you eat her ass, too. And her shit. She makes you eat her shit, doesn't she? She always makes the slaves eat her shit. The next time I shit, I'll call you and you can have some of mine. Go on, suck my ass. Oh yes, that's nice."
Erica stiffened her tongue and worked it inside the girl's little asshole. She wondered if Carleton ever fucked his daughter's ass. She wondered how soon it would be before she'd be told to suck Carleton's jism out of Amber's asshole.
Then Amber giggled. "Get your mouth on my piss hole. I know what you do with Mother, and you're going to do the same with me."
Erica closed her mouth over Amber's clit and piss hole, and the next moment the hot piss started gushing out of Amber's cunt. Erica gulped and swallowed as the girl giggled.
"You love it," Amber said. "I can tell you love it. Oh fuck, I'm coming! Suck my clit while I piss. Oh fuck, yes, it's good!"
Erica took what felt like a quart of piss down her throat. At the end, she came. She wasn't sure what it was that brought her off, the piss or the girl's sweet cunt or the way Amber cried out when she made it.
Maybe it doesn't matter, Erica thought. Maybe the only thing that counted was getting off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One morning, a few days later, Erica had trouble with Kruger.
He came in to wake her in the morning as usual, and as usual she had to suck his cock. But before he finished, before he shot off in her mouth, he pulled his cock away and told her to turn around on the bed and bend over on her knees.
Erica was frightened. Kruger had such a big cock, and she was afraid he would hurt her. Her fear increased when he brought some baby oil from the bathroom and began lubricating her asshole with his fingers. She was certain he'd kill her if he tried to force his huge cock inside her ass.
She begged him not to fuck her ass. It did no good, of course. Kruger never listened to anything she said to him, and he wasn't listening now. She knelt there trembling, waiting for the pain, and then his big cockhead was pushing at her asshole and she told herself she wouldn't survive it.
Kruger wasn't worried adorn her survival. He was enjoying himself. His cock fucked in, first the cockhead and then his cockshaft.
"Tight," Kruger said. The way he said the word, it came out half grunt and half mumble. He kept his eyes fixed on his cock, on the way it stretched her asshole, on the white globes of her asscheeks. He moved his big hands over her asscheeks and slapped her butt playfully. "Come on, girl, open up that hole. You got a good four inches to go yet."
Erica thought she would die. How could she possibly take four more inches? His cock felt like a huge club in her ass. Her asshole felt so stretched, she was certain something would tear in a moment. no
Kruger fed her more and more of his cock, giving her all he had until his big balls pushed against her cuntlips. Then he pulled out slowly, his eyes on his prick, watching his thick cockshaft pull at the ring of her asshole until the sphincter was turned out like a wide-open mouth. He pulled his cock out until he had just his cock-knob inside her shithole, then he pushed forward and once again gave her the length of his prick.
Erica groaned. Kruger smiled at the sound of it. He recognized the sound as a sound more of pleasure than of pain. He liked it, either way. He liked it when they were hurt and he liked it when they felt pleasure. Now this one was getting off on his big cock in her ass. She'd been afraid of his fucker at first, and now she was getting off on it.
He teased her about the streaks of shit on his cock. "You got a shitty asshole."
Erica moaned. "I can't help that. You might have let me use the bathroom first."
Kruger laughed. "That's okay, you can suck my prick clean when I'm finished."
He fucked her solidly, his cock sliding in and out of her wide-open ass. Erica shuddered at the feel of it. There was no pain anymore, only the heat and the pleasure of the penetration. This was more cock than she'd ever taken in her ass before, and she'd learned something. She could take anything if it was done right. She was thankful that Kruger hadn't gone out of his way to hurt her. If he had to fuck her ass, she was thankful he did it with some consideration.
But she hated him. She hated the idea that this gorilla could abuse her whenever he felt like it. She started to churn her ass around on his cock to make him come. She wanted to be free of him.
Then she realized she wanted to be free of all of them. She hated them all.
Kruger finally came. He shot his cum-load in her ass and then he pulled out and made her suck his cock to clean the shit off. Erica licked and sucked his big prick until it had nothing on it but her saliva. Kruger pulled his pants up and walked out. As the door slammed, Erica told herself she was finished here.
She had to get out. She had to escape.
But how? She thought about it all day, and she couldn't see how she could get away without any of them knowing it. Then in the evening she realized it had to be at night. She could get out at night when they were all asleep. She knew enough about the house now to be able to do it.
And so at one o'clock in the morning, she made her escape.
She was afraid to take anything with her. She thought maybe she'd have to run, and if she did have to run it would be better to have nothing in her hands. She put on a dress and over the dress a light raincoat. She went quietly down to the back entrance of the house, opened the door and slipped outside into the dark night.
She was so frightened. She made her way around on the gravel to the front drive, and then along the drive to the highway about a hundred yards away. Finally, she was on the asphalt of the highway.
In a few minutes, a gang of kids in an old station wagon came by, and they gave her a lift in the direction of town.
Erica said nothing to the teenagers about what she was running away from. They were nice kids. They dropped her off on the outskirts of town and she waved good-bye to them as the station wagon pulled away.
Now she was alone again, but she felt more secure because she thought she could find some way to get to the bus station and then out of town and far away from the Scovilles.
She started walking, hoping that maybe a car would come along and give her a lift again. A car did come along, but this time it was a police car. Erica breathed a sigh of relief and waved the car down.
"Can you give me a ride?" she asked.
There was only one cop in the car. He looked at Erica a moment, then he leaned over to open the door on the passenger side and tell her to get in.
"I'm grateful," Erica said, sliding onto the seat and closing the door.
The cop smiled at her. He was a big, brawny man with a square face. "You wouldn't be in some kind of trouble, would you?"
Erica broke down. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She told him everything. She told him all about the Scovilles and how she'd been a slave to everyone in the house except the maid and how now she was running away and had to get out of town.
"They're horrible people," she said. "There must be some law about people like that. They ought to be arrested."
The cop, she learned, was more than an ordinary cop. His name was Leon Bogen and he was the Chief of Police. He was on his way home after a party for one of his men. He said he'd heard all kinds of things about the Scovilles. He said Erica might come to his house awhile, and then he'd see what he could do to help her.
"There's no bus until morning, anyway. You can have some coffee and tell me more about the Scoville place. How's that? Do you like the idea?"
He chuckled and put his hand on her knee and she was suddenly frightened.
"Maybe you could just drop me off at a hotel. I don't have much money, but I suppose I can talk my way into a room."
"No way."
"Please, I don't want . . . "
Her voice trailed off as he squeezed her knee and then moved his big hand partway along the inside of her thigh.
"You just come home with me and everything will be fine." He stroked the skin of her thigh a moment, and then at last he pulled his hand away and chuckled. "Anyway, just behave yourself or I'll put the handcuffs on you."
Erica closed her eyes and trembled.
* * *
Bogen lived alone in a frame house with a large mean-looking dog. As soon as he and Erica were inside the house, he locked the dog up in the basement and brought some cold beer us out to the cluttered living room.
"Not much time to keep the place clean," he said. "Not since my wife died."
Erica felt a little sorry for him. She was still afraid of him, but now she felt a little sorry for him because he was a widower. She thought maybe she could talk him into helping her. He hadn't done anything so far except feel her leg a little. Maybe she was overdoing it by being so afraid of him.
She drank the beer he gave her. When he told her to give him the raincoat she was wearing, she slipped it off and handed it to him. He smiled at her as he tossed the coat onto a chair.
"You're a nice-looking woman. That's a pretty dress and you don't need to cover it with a coat. It ain't cold in here anyway."
He laughed and poured some beer down his throat. Erica was seated on the sofa while Bogen sat in an easy chair facing her. He was such a big man. He had his feet planted squarely on the floor with his legs apart, and she could see the cock-bulge in his crotch. She thought maybe she could even see the outline of his cock.
"What are you looking at?" he said.
Erica blushed. "Nothing, I'm not looking at anything."
"The hell you aren't." He opened his thighs wider and rubbed his crotch with the flat of his hand. "I bet you're looking at it. I bet you're a good cock-sucker."
"Please, I-"
He reached down to the floor and lifted a black billy club in his hand. "Come over here now. You know you're going to come over here."
She was terrified. She heard the dog barking in the basement. And up here the Chief of Police was sitting with a billy club in his hand. She rose from the sofa and walked slowly over to him. If only he wouldn't hurt her. The club looked so deadly, it made her tremble.
When she reached Bogen, he chuckled. Holding the billy club in his right hand, he used the end of it to slowly raise her dress. The dress crept up past her thighs, all the way up until her panties were revealed.
For a long moment, all he did was gaze at the nylon-covered bulge of her cunt mound. Then he told her to hold the dress up with her hands. As soon as she did so, he moved the end of the billy club between her thighs and against the bulge of her pussy.
Erica closed her eyes. She could feel the end of the billy club pushing at her. He was pushing the nylon of her panties inside her cunt. In a moment he had a few inches of the club inside her cunt hole. He chuckled as he fucked her cunt with the billy club.
Then he finally pulled the club away and told her to get undressed. "Everything off. Do it while you're standing here, so I can see."
Standing close to him, directly in front of him, she stripped for him. She wasn't wearing much. She'd come out of the Scoville house without stockings. First the dress came off, then her bra and panties. She slipped her shoes off and stood before him naked and in her bare feet.
He chuckled when he saw the gold rings. She could see no surprise in his eyes. He seemed to expect them. He sipped his beer out of the can as he looked her up and down.
"You're a piece, aren't you? Turn around and show me your ass."
She turned completely around. She couldn't help wondering what he would do to her. She felt so helpless, like a helpless animal about to be slaughtered.
Then she felt the cold billy club between her asscheeks. She made a sound of protest. Bogen laughed and told her to hold still. He pushed the billy club at her asshole. The end went in. She groaned as she felt the stretching of her asshole by the billy club. He kept pushing. He lit told her to bend forward.
"Come on, let's see how much you can take."
She moved her legs apart and bent forward. She reached back with her hands to pull her asscheeks open. She was terrified. She knew he could hurt her insides if he wasn't careful, maybe even kill her.
"Well, that's about seven inches," he said with a soft laugh. "How does it feel?"
She told herself she had to play along with him. She had to keep him relaxed. "It feels like a hard cock."
"You like getting fucked in the ass?"
She wiggled her ass a bit. "Sometimes."
Bogen laughed. "Sure, sometimes." He pulled a few inches of the club out of her ass and slowly worked what was inside in and out of her shit-tube. "I bet the old man fucked your brains out. Old man Scoville. Did he fuck your ass?"
"Yes."
The billy club suddenly came out of her ass. "Get on the sofa. Up on your knees, with your rear end sticking out."
She knelt on the sofa with her ass in the air. She heard him getting his clothes off. She thought he would fuck her ass, but instead he drove his cock inside her cunt hole.
The shock of it took her breath away. She hadn't seen his cock yet, but it felt big and hard. And hot. This was hot cock meat in her cunt and not that billy club. Thank God it wasn't that billy club.
"You're a good-looking piece," he said. "I'm glad I took that route home. Come on, shake it, sweetie. Yeah, that's good. Grind that pussy on my prick. Fucking cunt. Nice tits. Look at the way these tits hang down. Roll it, baby, roll it."
He came finally, grunting as he shot his cum-load in her cunt. She had a climax at the end, and then when he pulled his wet cock out of her cunt, another thrill buzzed through her pussy.
Later she knelt on the floor between his legs and sucked his cock while he sat in the easy chair. He had big hairy balls and a thick cock. She could smell his balls. On his cock, she could taste only her own cunt juice.
He drank beer while she sucked his prick. After a while he pulled the phone over, picked it up and pushed a set of numbers.
"Blake? Listen, get Archer and Charlie and come on over here. Yeah, now. I got something for you. She can't talk now because she's got a full mouth, ha ha."
Erica could do nothing. She kept her mouth on his fat cock. Now some other men would come over and they would give her a workout. Maybe after that, they'd let her go and she could get out of town. She prayed that was all that would happen.
It took no more than fifteen minutes before they were knocking on the door and then walked in. Three of them. Three cops in uniform, closing the door and hooting at Bogen when they saw Erica down there between his legs, with his cock in her mouth.
"Hey, Leon, you're getting fat. I never saw the belly like that before."
Bogen grunted at them. "Shut up, asshole. If you want some of this, she's good." He pushed Erica away from his cock. "Stand up and show the boys what you look like."
When she stood up, they saw the gold rings.
"Christ, she's a slave!"
They were at her after that. They mauled her and stripped their clothes off almost at the same time. She soon found herself with four naked men. Big burly men, all of them hung like horses.
First she had to suck their cocks. They sat around joking with each other as she crawled from one to the other to suck their cocks. Two of them, Blake and a fellow named Charlie, were huge. They made her go around and around the quartet, no more than a minute at each cock. While she sucked one cock, the other three guys slowly jacked their pricks.
"Man, she's got a nice ass."
"Yeah, that's an ass."
"You don't need that, Archer. You get enough from your old lady, right?"
"Shut up."
She felt someone's foot pushing at her cunt from behind. Then someone was behind her ass, and suddenly she had a cock rammed up her cunt while she still had a cock in her mouth. They fucked her like that, one cock in her mouth and one cock in her cunt. Hands reached under to play with her tits and pull at the nipple rings. Then she had to switch her mouth to another cock. The man who'd been fucking her cunt shot his cum-load and another man moved behind her. This one drilled his cock up her ass and fucked her ass while she sucked the cock in her mouth.
They wore her out. At the end, they fucked her cunt and ass at the same time while she alternated her mouth between two pricks. When they had all they wanted of her, they made her he on the floor and they gathered around her and pissed all over her face and body. Bogen complained about the piss on the floor, but he pissed along with the others and laughed at the way she rolled around in it.
Finally, the men were gone and morning came.
Bogen told her to get dressed. They were both dead tired. She put her clothes on and then he put his clothes on, and they walked out to his patrol car. She thought now he'd take her down to the bus station and she'd be free of him and the Scovilles.
It wasn't that bad, really. She'd been fucked silly by four men, but now she was cleaned up and she felt new again.
She climbed into the car beside Bogen and they drove off. He never went anywhere near the bus station. He drove straight out of town and directly to the Scoville place and handed her over to Brenda Scoville on the front porch of the big house.
"She's a pretty little runaway," Bogen said to Mrs. Scoville. "Maybe you'd better keep an eye on her."
CHAPTER NINE
They had her strung up in the playroom again. It hadn't happened in such a long time, she'd forgotten the horror of it. Now she was there again, with her arms stretched high above her head, pulled up and out by the chains that ran to the ceiling. Her feet barely touched the floor. Her ankles were shackled and pulled wide apart by another set of chains.
The four gold rings she wore were now connected, the cuntlip rings to the nipple rings, and the entire ensemble was now connected to a long gold chain that could be pulled by whoever held it. At the moment, the long chain was held by Amber. The blonde girl sat with her parents on a sofa facing Erica. All three of them had their eyes on Erica as they sipped their tea.
"We ought to brand her," Amber said. "We could put a mark on her forehead."
Brenda chuckled. "No, I don't think so."
"But you've got to punish her, Mother. You can't let a slave just run away like that."
Kruger was finally called and told to whip Erica. He used a knotted rawhide whip, and Erica was soon in an agony of pain. The Scovilles sat quietly and watched Erica writhing as Kruger reddened her flesh with the whip. When the whipping was finished, Amber jerked on the chain she held and almost tore off Erica's nipples and cuntlips.
Brenda was amused by her daughter's cruelty. "Don't ruin her, darling."
Amber held the chain taut so that Erica's nipples and cuntlips were stretched to the maximum. The blonde girl had a wild look in her eyes, and Erica felt an uncontrollable fear.
Erica was sure that, without some restraint, Amber would kill her-just to have the pleasure of watching her die.
After that, the Scovilles wanted some further entertainment and Kruger was told he could do as he wished with Erica, but he had to do it right there. Kruger had no objection to the idea of a public performance. He loosened the chains that held Erica's arms and forced her to double over in front of him. As the Scovilles watched, he pried open her bloody asscheeks and fucked his cock up her asshole.
Erica was too far gone to feel much pain anymore. What she felt now was Kruger's enormous cock stuffing her ass. He pumped his cock in and out of her ass without mercy, and at intervals hot flashes of sensation ripped through her ass guts. Then finally he rammed his cock all the way in and shot his cum-load in a series of spurts. She could feel the spurting in her stutter, and when he at last pulled his cock out, she felt the wetness of his jism and then the sudden pain as the huge cock-knob stretched her asshole beyond its limit. His cock-knob popped free and she moaned softly as she felt her asshole begin to close . . .
Later Amber had Erica in a bathtub. The blonde girl squatted over Erica's face and giggled as she started shitting.
"Here we go, love. This is what a slave gets. Watch the birdie now. Watch the birdie and smile."
Erica was mesmerized by the girl's asshole as she waited. Then the tight ass-ring opened and the first turd came out like a long fat sausage. Amber grunted as the turd dropped down heavily on Erica's tits. The blonde managed another turd, the second not as long as the first, and then she told Erica to smear the shit over her body.
Amber climbed out of the tub and giggled as she watched Erica's hands. Erica moaned, her eyes closed, her hands smearing Amber's shit over her tits and belly.
"You're going to be sold at auction," Amber said. "Daddy says you're useless to him in the library now. He says we might as well get a good price for you."
The blonde girl laughed at Erica's misery as she walked out of the bathroom . . .
* * *
And so it was that a week later Erica found herself the main attraction at a swank party in Connecticut. The Scovilles had brought her naked on a leash, covered by only a cape, and once inside the house the cape had been removed and Erica was revealed.
The people at the party were impressed. They were all well-dressed, most of them middle aged. They made comments about the nipple rings and the cuntlip rings as the sipped their cocktails. Erica was made to kneel with her ass in the air to show them her asshole and cunt. Then she had to stand up again and demonstrate how the gold rings could be pulled to stretch her nipples and cuntlips. She was made to walk around in a large circle. Sometimes someone at the edge of the circle would touch her, squeeze her ass, or even push their fingers between her asscheeks.
Eventually, the bidding started. Erica was in a daze. They had her standing on a small table. She wore nothing but the collar around her neck, the collar to which the leash was attached.
Then the auction was finished and Erica realized she'd been sold to someone. Most of the people in the gathering seemed to lose interest in her, now that the bidding was over. They acted as though an auction like this was something familiar to them. Erica wondered about the other auctions. She wondered about the other slaves.
Erica was ordered to climb down from the table, and she was led away on the leash. She was put into the hands of a man and woman, the people who had bought her. Brenda smiled and patted Erica's ass.
"You behave yourself," Brenda said to Erica. "Mind your manners and behave yourself."
Then Brenda left them and Erica's new masters led her away. They took her out to the hall to get their coats and Erica's cape. The woman, tall and thin, her hair sprinkled with gray, seemed solicitous of Erica, as if she'd just purchased a new pet. She fussed with Erica's cape to get it just right. Then they all left the house and walked down the front steps to a waiting stretch limo. The woman and her husband climbed in first, and then Erica was made to get in after them and crouch on the floor at their feet. The chauffeur slammed the door shut, walked around to the driver's seat, and in a moment they were on their way.
"My name is Helen," the woman said to Erica. Then she reached down to pull one of the nipple rings until Erica sobbed at the pain. The woman chuckled. "That's better. No, don't move. You can cry if you want, but don't move. Isn't she pretty, Edgar?"
The man made a sound in his throat. "Yes, quite pretty."
"I hope she adjusts well. I don't like it when they don't adjust well. They get messy and I don't like that."
Edgar mumbled something, and then soon after that Erica was allowed to sleep on the floor at their feet.
They finally arrived somewhere.
Erica was hustled out of the limo and into a large house and then into a dark room and a bed. In the morning, when she opened her eyes, she found two other slaves in the room with her. The two other women came over to her and introduced themselves. One was May, a slender girl with pale-blue eyes, and the other was a tall woman about Erica's age with a long dancer's body. Her name was Olive, and Erica thought she was extremely beautiful.
They talked. Erica learned she was in the house of a couple named Woodward. She learned that, like Olive and May, she would be both maid and slave to the Woodwards.
"They'll keep you busy," Olive said with a laugh.
The dark-haired beauty looked at Erica with intense interest, and Erica found herself blushing because she was naked on her bed while Olive and May both wore nightgowns.
Olive seemed amused by Erica's discomfort. "She's bashful, May. Look at how bashful she is."
May murmured something, her eyes on
Erica's cunt bush as Erica lay there with her legs crossed to hide her pussy slit.
Olive sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers along one of Erica's legs. "Come on, open up, honey. Show us those pretty rings. I bet they hurt you when they put them in. Let's have a look at them."
Olive had surprisingly strong hands. She pulled at Erica's legs, and finally Erica groaned and yielded and opened her thighs so they could look at her. Olive's eyes were bright as she gazed at Erica's cunt.
"Nice. Yes, that's nice pussy, isn't it, May? We sure need some fresh pussy in this place."
Olive's fingers touched one of the cuntlip rings and pulled at it to test the stretching of Erica's flesh. Olive smiled at Erica.
"But first, you've got to learn a few things. Like who you take orders from. You take orders from them upstairs, but you also take orders from Olive. Down here you belong to Olive, honey." She pulled at the ring, then she chuckled. "Now you suck my ass so we can get to know each other better. My asshole and not my cunt, baby. May here does my cunt, and you'll be doing my asshole. We don't want to get our territories mixed up, do we?"
She laughed again, a cackling laugh that made
Erica tremble with apprehension. The next moment Olive got up, climbed on the bed and squatted over Erica's face to introduce her asshole to Erica's mouth.
"I like wet ass-sucking," Olive said. "You work up some spit, blow it inside and then suck it out again. I'll tell you when to do something else. You see how soft and warm you can make that little hole, honey. From now on, my asshole is the most important thing in your life."
She had a dark asshole, the ring of muscle prominent and puckered. Tendrils of dark hair curled around her asshole before joining the abundant bush of hair at her cunt. Olive's cunt was visible too, the cuntlips thick and drooping, the meat inside bright pink and glistening with her pussy juices. Erica suddenly fell in love with Olive's cunt and ass, the heady ripeness, the lush flesh. Extending her tongue, she fluttered the tip against Olive's asshole, around and around the puckered little mouth and then at the center of the dark hole.
Olive made a sound of pleasure. "Good, baby, good. Now I'm coming down and you get it in there. Oh yeah, that's the way. Say hello to Olive, honey."
Her ass tasted funky, but Erica didn't mind. She felt good because Olive was also a slave.
She wanted to please Olive. It seemed right to Erica that she should be pleasing a slave. It made her own abasement so much more intense.
Olive made cooing sounds as she urged Erica to move her tongue around inside her ass. Olive's asscheeks were pressed against Erica's face and Erica could barely breathe.
Then suddenly Erica felt liquid gushing on her face and neck-and she realized Olive was pissing on her. Erica kept her tongue churning inside Olive's ass as the hot piss drenched her.
Olive mewled as she had a climax. "Go on, eat it, honey. Suck that little asshole, baby. Suck some shit out of there, and Olive's going to be nice to you."
The ass-sucking went on-for some time, and then Olive finally climbed off and May came to Erica with a towel to clean Erica's face and neck where she'd been wet my Olive's piss. May smiled and leaned down to kiss Erica. The blue-eyed girl toyed with Erica's nipple rings, pulling at them until Erica whimpered that May was hurting her.
"Yes, I know," May said softly.
Then she climbed over Erica, squatted over Erica's face, and for the first time Erica saw that May's pussy was bald. She had no cunt hair at all, not a sign of hair anywhere. The inner cuntlips protruded like two pink flaps from her bald pussy slit. Opening her pussylips with her fingers, May eased down to get her cunt on Erica's mouth. May purred with pleasure as Erica began a hungry sucking of her cunt.
"We've got something for us now," Olive said with a chuckle. "Don't you hurt her too much, May. We don't want her flaking out on us."
May said nothing. She continued grinding her cunt gash on Erica's face. Erica was surprised by how raunchy the girl's cunt was. May had a wet pussy, the juice thick enough to collect in white globs. Erica rolled the globs of cunt cream around before taking them in her mouth and swallowing them down. May looked so dainty outside, but she guessed the girl hadn't washed in a while. Her pussy had a heavy smell of cunt and piss, and the way the pussy juice flowed out, Erica was soon overwhelmed by it.
Then at last May came, pumping her cunt at Erica's face, grunting a little as she blew off the last of her orgasm. When May finally climbed off Erica's body, Erica lay there with her eyes closed and her face wet. She had the smell of May's cunt in her nose.
She'd sucked both of them, but she hadn't had anything for herself. She was turned on and she needed something. Olive and May giggled as Erica began finger-fucking. Erica didn't care. She had to get off. She decided she liked Olive better. She liked Olive's strength. She finger-fucked herself and came thinking about the taste of Olive's ass. She knew that from now on she would do anything Olive wanted . . .
For the rest of that day, Erica wasn't bothered much. First she watched Olive and May put their uniforms on. They each wore a white maid's cap and a frilly white blouse and a short black skirt. They wore nothing under the skirts. They wore long net stockings with elastic tops and black pumps with five-inch heels. Olive had gorgeous legs.
When the women moved around, Erica could see their assholes peeping under their short skirts. On one occasion, May bent over to get something from a drawer and Erica could see the girl's bald cuntlips. The uniforms were maids' uniforms, but they were obviously designed to be sexy. Erica thought she wouldn't mind dressing like that. Wearing sexy clothes always turned her on.
Later, the girls brought her breakfast and lunch, talked to her awhile about her life at the Scoville place, but they didn't bother her. Then late in the afternoon Olive and May came in with some boxes, and Olive said they had Erica's uniform.
They helped Erica dress, and when Erica looked in the mirror she liked what she saw. She turned her side to the mirror and lifted her skirt a bit so she could see her ass. Yes, she liked it. She thought her legs looked lovely in the black net stockings. The five-inch heels were terribly high, but she found she could walk in them if she was careful.
"And now this," Olive said.
When Erica looked at Olive, she saw that Olive held something in her hand. It looked like two connected prongs, one larger than the other. Erica soon learned what it was. Olive made Erica bend over, and in a moment Erica had one prong in her cunt and one in her ass.
"You get buzzed with this," Olive said. "We have them, too." And she showed Erica that she and May also had the double-prong gadgets stuck up their cunts and assholes. Olive explained to Erica that usually they had to put them on first thing in the morning, but today the gadgets had been recharged by the butler, so they'd had to put them in late. "When they call you, you get buzzed. When you don't behave, you get zapped. And sometimes they give you something in between to make you feel good." She laughed at the puzzled expression on Erica's face. "Honey, they can hurt you or make you feel good with that thing. They've got a remote gizmo and they push a button and they can fry your little pussy and make your asshole go up in smoke. You just hope they don't hurt you too much with it."
Afterward, the butler came in to check the prongs in Erica's asshole and cunthole. His name was Jameson. When he was satisfied the prongs were in correctly and the gadget secured by straps around Erica's waist beneath her skirt, he pulled out a small flat controller the size of a credit card. He pressed a button on the controller, and suddenly Erica felt a buzzing in her cunt and ass as if she had a swarm of bees in there.
"That's the call," Jameson said. "When you feel that, you go to the nearest terminal and find out where you're wanted."
Then he pressed another button and a bolt of lightning shot through Erica's cunt and assand she cried out at the pain. Jameson chuckled and told her that was what she could expect in the way of punishment if she misbehaved.
"I won't bother with what's in between," he said. "The girls can tell you all about that better than I can."
He walked out after that, and Erica stood there with such a dazed look on her face that both Olive and May laughed. Olive came over to Erica and fondled Erica's naked ass under her short skirt.
"You'll get used to it," Olive said. "Sometimes they can be mean. But if you do what they want, they don't hurt you too much. Anyway, they bought you and you go along with it. Down here we didn't buy you, but you do what we want because you don't have any choice."
Olive laughed and pinched Erica's ass until Erica closed her eyes and moaned.
CHAPTER TEN
A year passed. One evening in June, Steve Benson and his wife Carrie were driving on a road in Connecticut. They were on their way to a party at the home of Steve's boss, the president of the large corporation for which he worked.
As the car sped along the tree-lined road, Steve turned to his wife and said: "You can still change your mind. We'll hit the junction to Westport in about five minutes, and we can find a movie or something."
Carrie looked at him. She was a dark-eyed young woman with lush curves and a heart-shaped face. "I want to go. I told you I want to go. Why should I change my mind?"
Steve shrugged. "It's going to be weird. You've never been to one of these things."
"And you haven't, either." She giggled. "You're afraid, Steve. What are you afraid of? You got me all revved up for this thing, and we're not backing out now. Besides, you'll make trouble for yourself at the office. You don't want that, do you?"
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"All right, I'm warned." She moved closer to him and slipped her hand into his lap. She chuckled softly when she found his cock. "You've got a hard-on. You're excited about it, aren't you?"
"Yeah, maybe I am."
And Carrie was excited, too. She was excited about the party they were going to and excited about the feel of Steve's cock in her hand. She loved his prick. She couldn't have it so stiff under her fingers without getting direct contact. Leaning against him now, she unzipped his fly and brought his cock out.
Steve groaned. "Listen, I'm driving."
"Then keep your eyes on the road."
She knew their marriage wasn't that spectacular. The days and nights were getting more and more boring as the years went by. Pretty soon it would be time for her to make a decision about having kids. She was restless. She'd always been restless. And Steve was restless, too. She always had the feeling they were missing something important. Or maybe that was just bullshit and what they needed was distraction. Well, they would get distraction tonight. Steve had promised her the party would be kinky, and she was looking forward to it. There were things about her he still didn't understand. She had certain secret corners in her mind and she hoped that maybe tonight Steve would learn something about her.
She could feel the tension in her pussy and belly, that warm feeling she got when her juices were flowing.
Steve's juices were flowing also, his pre-cum leaking out of his piss hole as she slowly stroked his prick. He had a gorgeous cock, not too long but very thick and with a large knob, the kind of cock she adored. She rubbed the tip of his cock with her thumb now, spreading his pre-cum over the fat plum of his cockhead.
"Christ, take it easy," he said.
Carrie quivered with pleasure. "Don't worry, I won't pull the trigger. Just keep your eyes on the road and everything will be fine."
They finally arrived at their destination, a large house set back in a clump of woods, an impressive circular drive in front now crowded with several dozen cars.
"God, it's a big party," Carrie said.
"I told you it would be."
"I'm glad. I like big parties. Big weird parties."
Steve grunted. "You'll find out how weird."
Inside the house, they found a mix of loud music and chic-looking people and a confusion of voices.
A tall woman in a black evening dress came over to them and smiled. "You must be the Bensons. I'm Helen Woodford."
The wife of Steve's boss. Carrie thought Mrs. Woodford was elegant, a queenly woman who seemed perfectly at ease with everything around her. So poised. Mrs. Woodford took them to the bar, saw to it that they had something to drink and then drifted away.
"That's a dragon-lady," Steve said.
Carrie giggled. "She looks harmless to me."
"She's not harmless-she's a dragon-lady."
"Come on, let's walk around and see what's going on."
There was plenty going on, first in the main room and then in three or four rooms adjoining it. Carrie felt a definite electricity in the air, as if people expected things would happen tonight. But so far nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The people were well dressed, they sipped cocktails and highballs, and they looked like a crowd of ordinary people at an ordinary party.
Then she noticed certain of the women looked different, more subdued, never smiling. They were more scantily dressed, some of them clearly showing their nipples through the sheer fabric of their blouses or dresses. They all wore black, a black blouse and skirt or dress, black stockings and black shoes with extremely high heels. And each woman wore a black choker-collar around her throat. Carrie shuddered with understanding when she saw one woman had a leash attached to her collar.
"They're slaves," Carrie whispered to Steve after telling him about the women.
Steve nodded. "I told you this would be weird."
"What do they do?"
"Maybe we'll soon find out."
Carrie was thrilled. She couldn't keep her eyes off the women now. They were all beautiful, sleek and long-legged and obviously naked under their outer clothing. Yes, they were slaves. The more closely she looked at them and at the people near them, the more clear it was that one was a master and the other a slave. She noticed other slaves with leashes now. There had to be at least a dozen slaves in that room alone.
Then suddenly someone pushed a slave to the center of the room and the people there moved back to create an open space. The slave was young, a girl hardly more than twenty. A man in his forties held her leash, jerked on it and said something to her that Carrie didn't catch. The girl, a lovely slender brunette, began undressing in the center of the room.
"Christ, what a turn-on!" Steve said.
Carrie gripped his arm. Her excitement was intense. People were swaying to the loud music. The girl was so beautiful. She was slipping out of her dress now. She wore nothing but black nylons and black pumps with those impossibly high heels. She had small tits and a small ass. Her pussy was shaved, her cunt mound bald, the tip of her pussy slit just visible.
The leash was jerked again, and the girl immediately walked to the edge of the crowd, walked slowly around the circle. At intervals she was stopped and handled, her tits and ass, her bald little cunt, her nipples pulled by searching fingers. At one point the girl groaned as someone pinched one of her nipples. The girl sank to the floor and knelt there with her head lowered. Carrie gasped when she saw that one of the girl's nipples now had a clip attached to it. A woman giggled and reached down to attach a clip to the other nipple. The girl on the floor cried out and shuddered, a great shudder that ran through her body from head to toe.
"My God, she's coming," Carrie said. "She's having an orgasm!"
Then the man who held the leash jerked the leash again and the girl got up. Walking ahead of her, pulling at the leash, the man led his slave away into the crowd. In a moment the open space was filled with people again and the din of voices returned.
Steve blew air through his lips. "Christ, I need another drink."
They found the bar, received their drinks from the bartender, and then they wandered into one of the smaller rooms. Carrie froze when she saw something in there.
One of the slaves was down on her knees, sucking a man's cock. The girl slowly worked her mouth back and forth over the knob of his prick as he talked to his friends. Most people in the room ignored them. Some people were watching, but most of them weren't.
A woman suddenly appeared in front of Carrie and Steve, a woman in black. A slave. She wore a black collar with an attached leash dangling at her side. She smiled at them.
"Mrs. Woodford told me to look after you. I'm Erica."
She was tall and blonde and her sheer blouse showed her nipples. Carrie quivered when she saw that the blonde's nipples were pierced by gold rings.
"I'm Carrie."
Steve cleared his throat. "And I'm Steve."
Erica smiled. "Yes, I know. Won't you hold my leash? If you do that, I can't be taken away from you."
It was Carrie who took the leash. She felt herself trembling as she held the leash in her hand. "We're new at this," Carrie said.
Her eyes met Erica's. Carrie thought Erica was so beautiful. Carrie's excitement was so intense she wondered how long she could bear it. She looked across the room at the slave who'd been sucking the man's cock. It was still going on. The girl was still on her knees, her mouth still working back and forth on his prick.
"Would you like me to do that to Steve?"
Carrie looked at Erica. "Yes, I would. Go on, suck his cock. Go down on him."
Carrie quivered as she watched Erica sink to her knees on the rug. The blonde's fingers worked at Steve's fly and in a moment she had his cock out. She licked his prick, swirling her tongue around and around, then she opened her lips and took his cockhead inside.
Steve groaned, his eyes on the slave's mouth. Carrie pressed against him. She knew what he liked.
"Go on, baby, fuck her face," Carrie urged.
He began moving his lips, fucking his cock slowly in and out of Erica's mouth. His cock quickly became hard and Erica had to open her jaw wide to take his thick cockshaft.
"Is it nice, honey?"
Steve nodded. "She's good."
Erica pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. "We can go to a bedroom, if you like."
She led them away, led them out of the room to the hall. Carrie held the leash as they climbed the stairs, and before long the three of them were in a bedroom.
"Maybe we ought to get our clothes off," Erica said with a smile.
Inspiration suddenly came to Carrie. She jerked at the leash, jerked it hard enough to hurt Erica's throat. "Don't tell us what to do."
Erica looked at her and blushed. When the blonde spoke, her voice was subdued. "All right."
Carrie felt a thrill go through her. She understood things now. Steve might be reticent, but she certainly wasn't. "Get your clothes off," she said to Erica. "We want you naked first."
Erica stripped. She wasn't wearing that much, and in a moment she was naked except for her shoes and stockings. Carrie told her to keep those on. She thought Erica looked sexy in the black nylons. She asked Erica about the gold rings through her nipples.
"How long have you had them?"
"A long time," Erica replied. She opened her legs to show them the rings through her cuntlips. "And these, too."
Carrie felt the excitement in her blood as she looked at the rings. She tried to imagine being pierced down there, but the idea was so horrible she couldn't deal with it. She turned to Steve.
"Fuck her, Steve! Take your clothes off and fuck her!"
Steve's face was flushed. "Are you sure."
"Yes, I'm sure, silly. I want to watch it."
MI
He quickly stripped his clothes off, and in a moment he had Erica kneeling on the edge of the bed while he stood behind her and fondled her ass and cunt. He always fucked Carrie like that, on the edge of the bed with her ass in the air. Carrie could see he was turned on by Erica, turned on by her ass and her submissiveness.
"Fuck her ass!" Carrie blurted.
"Jesus, Carrie!"
"Go on, fuck her ass. That's what you want, isn't it? I bet she doesn't even need anything. Do you need lubrication, Erica?"
Erica kept her head down. "No, I don't think so."
Carrie giggled. "Have you ever had a fist up your ass?"
Erica's voice was almost a whisper. "Yes, I've had that."
"Fuck her ass, honey! Fuck her brains out!"
Steve went for it. Carrie could see how excited he was. She still held the leash in her hand. She watched Steve's fat cockhead pushing at Erica's asshole. Erica was right-she had no need for lubrication. Steve's cock fucked into her asshole without any trouble.
Carrie put the leash down and stripped her clothes off. The blonde slave turned her on. She'd always been revolted by the idea of making it with a woman, but this was something different. This woman was a slave, and Carrie had a need to hurt her. She reached underneath to grab one of Erica's hanging tits. As Steve slowly fucked Erica's ass, Carrie pulled on the gold ring attached to Erica's nipple. She pulled until Erica whimpered.
Carrie leaned closer to Erica and whispered in her ear: "Hurt?"
Erica groaned. "Yes."
"But you like it, don't you?"
"Yes."
Steve blasted off. He watched Erica's asshole sucking at his cock, and then suddenly he started fucking hard and groaning as the jism shot out of his prick. Carrie reached under his ass to hold his balls as he shot his cum-load. She found it thrilling to hold his balls while he shot his cum into another woman.
Later, Carrie was alone with Erica in the bathroom. They were both naked. Erica came to Carrie and kissed her cheek. She touched Carrie's tits.
"Don't you want to do something with me?" Erica asked.
Carrie shook her head. "I don't make it with women."
Erica smiled. "You don't have to make it with me."
"Then what?"
Erica's eyes met Carrie's. "I'll rim you first and then I'd like you to shit on me."
Carrie trembled with excitement. "Oh, wow!"
"Will you do it?"
"I don't know. Are you sure you want me to?"
"Yes, I'm sure." She smiled at Carrie. "You've never done that, have you?"
Erica showed Carrie what to do. The blonde lay down in the bathtub, and then Carrie had to climb in with her back to Erica and squat over Erica's face. Erica explained that she liked to see the shit coming out, and this was the best position for it.
But first Erica raised her face to Carrie's ass to lick and suck her asshole. Carrie's excitement was intense. Maybe it was the idea of what would happen later. Of course, the rimming was good. She'd never had her ass licked by a woman before, and she decided it was just as good as when it was done by a man.
Carrie finally ordered Erica to stop.
The blonde lay back in the tub. "Whenever you're ready," Erica said.
Carrie started shitting.
This was the wildest thing she'd ever done in her life. And as soon as she started, she knew it wouldn't be the last time she did it. She would get a slave of her own. She would talk Steve into it. She'd seen the way he'd fucked Erica in the bedroom before. She knew she could talk him into getting a slave for her. In the meantime, her shit was dropping down on Erica's tits -and Carrie was so excited she had to rub herself while the turds came out.
Later, after they cleaned up, Carrie asked Erica about herself, about how she came to be a slave.
Erica smiled at Carrie and looked away. "Oh, it's a long story . . . "
