It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidant. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. And often people are unaware of the dark passions which lie within themselves. Yet sometimes these passions are brought out where they cannot be ignored, and a person's life is changed forever.
Valerie is pretty, intelligent, and ambitious. Yet she feels vaguely dissatisfied, and cannot understand why. It is only when she is kidnapped by a cruel and bitter woman that she begins to understand herself and her true needs and desires.
SHACKLED SLAVE WIFE-a shocking story about a young woman coming to grips with her true self.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"How lovely," Julia St. Denis said. She smiled, raised a slender hand to touch the pearls at her throat.
Julia had the bearing of an empress. Everyone said that. Tall and thin, dark hair and cold eyes. Her fingernails were always painted deep red.
She stood facing Valerie, the new girl in her establishment. The St. Denis Gallery. Julia's art gallery was extremely successful. Each new show at the St. Denis was a special occasion for a number of rich art collectors. And now Julia had taken on a new assistant, a new prot�g�, a slender brunette named Valerie.
Graceful and tall, almost as tall as Julia, Valerie was blushing now. Her tits were exposed. She was stripped to the waist. Julia had insisted Valerie try on a new blouse. They were in the gallery office. It was after hours and they were alone, but Valerie was still totally mortified to be half-naked in front of her new employer. Her first day on the job. Why had she gone along with it? She might have made some excuse about trying on Julia's new blouse. But Julia had insisted and Valerie had yielded. First Valerie's tailored shirt came off and then Julia insisted Valerie's bra had to come off too. Julia said the bra would ruin the effect of the Chinese silk.
So Valerie stood there blushing as Julia St. Denis admired her tits. We're both women, Valerie thought, it's not that strange. Anyway, she was proud of her tits. They were quite full. Her tits almost had the swollen look of pregnancy. The dark aureoles were only average size, but the points themselves were long. Valerie prayed her nipples wouldn't get hard. They sometimes did that for no reason at all. She knew she would be terribly embarrassed if that happened. She was so anxious about this job. It was such a marvelous opportunity for her. This was the career she wanted. And this gallery was among the most famous. Valerie was terribly anxious to please her new boss. She was awed by Julia St. Denis. Valerie felt herself to be insignificant next to Julia. She felt as though she were under the older woman's spell.
At last Valerie slipped into the silk blouse and covered her tits. It was Julia's blouse, not Valerie's. Valerie had to pose for Julia. Valerie studied her image in the full-length mirror on the office door and agreed she would buy one like it. Another color, perhaps. But Chinese silk.
"You're stunning in it," Julia said. "Those nipples are adorable."
Then the blouse came off and once more Valerie's tits were exposed. Valerie was conscious of Julia's eyes again. She had to admit to herself what she saw in Julia's eyes. Sexual interest. When Valerie picked up her bra, Julia smiled and stopped her.
"Not yet," Julia said. She moved closer, kept her eyes on Valerie's face and stroked Valerie's tits. "I don't want them hidden yet."
Valerie trembled. She closed her eyes a moment. "I don't know..."
"Don't spoil it," Julia said. Then she slipped one arm around Valerie's waist. "Kiss me, darling."
Valerie knew she was lost. She felt herself completely dominated by Julia. She did not want Julia to be annoyed with her. She accepted Julia's lips upon her own. Then Julia's tongue. Julia's wet pink tongue sliding over her teeth. Valerie shuddered. She did not like to be kissed by men. Being kissed by a woman was even less appealing.
After the kiss, Julia stroked Valerie's neck and face. She cajoled Valerie into keeping her tits uncovered. Valerie felt helpless. She felt so submissive towards Julia. Julia had such enormous control over her future.
Openly handling Valerie's tits now, Julia questioned her new employee about her life.
"I already know all the superficial things," she said.
She wanted to know about Valerie's love-life. Valerie was twenty-eight and still unmarried. Julia wanted to know why. Valerie shrugged and said she'd never been that interested in any of the men she knew.
"What about women?" Julia said.
"Women?"
"The girls, darling. No tender love affairs in college?"
Valerie blushed. She felt powerless to hold anything back from Julia. The older woman's hands continued to mold and stroke her tits. Her nipples were stiff now. Julia's fingers toyed with them.
Valerie admitted to Julia a previous lesbian episode. In college she had gone down on a female instructor in order to get an A grade in a course.
Julia chuckled. She seemed pleased. "I like that," she said. "I like people who know what they want. You do know what you want, don't you, darling?"
Valerie quivered. "I think so."
She was thankful when Julia stopped questioning her about her sex-life. She did not want to admit to Julia that she hated sex with men and had no real liking for sex with women either.
Then why are my nipples so hard? Valerie thought. Julia was still fondling her tits, holding them on her palms, playing with their weight. Julia teased Valerie about the stiffness of her nipples. Valerie was frightened by the older woman's aggressiveness. Frightened and also more than a little excited.
Then Julia said: "Let me see the rest of you."
Valerie tried to avoid it, but Julia insisted. She flattered Valerie. She kissed Valerie again. The older woman completely dominated the younger one. Valerie felt if she continued refusing, her job might be in danger. She did want the job, didn't she? Was it so unusual that Julia had a lesbian interest in her? Valerie had been propositioned by women before. She'd had a feeling about Julia from the very beginning, and all this was merely a confirmation of that. Consoling herself that yielding to Julia would certainly help her future in the art world, Valerie removed the rest of her clothes.
Julia wanted everything off, even Valerie's panties. She allowed Valerie her shoes because the parquet floor was cold. Valerie stood there in her discomfort, slightly chilled, wearing nothing but her high-heeled sandals. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she folded her arms beneath the globes of her tits.
Julia talked as her eyes feasted on Valerie.
"You're an exquisite creature," she said.
She complimented Valerie. She made a glowing comment about each part of Valerie's tall to frame. Then came the touching. A soft stroke of Valerie's belly as Julia murmured something about the pleasures of youth. Julia's fingers slipped lower down to comb Valerie's cunt-bush. Then a kiss. Julia's lips pressed against Valerie's mouth. A twining of tongues. One of Julia's fingers pushed between Valerie's cunt lips to find her clit. A skillful stroking of the little nub. Julia's other hand slipped around to fondle the cheeks of Valerie's ass. The older woman squeezed each ass-cheek. Then her fingers slipped into Valerie's asscrack. Valerie quivered as a fingertip stroked the raised pucker of her ass-hole.
Julia chuckled. "Is this place virgin?"
Valerie blushed and nodded.
Julia chuckled again. "That's lovely."
Once again Valerie felt as though she were under a spell. Julia had bewitched her. She stood there passively while Julia fondled her pussy and ass.
Then Julia said, "Do you want to please me?"
Valerie trembled. "Yes, of course."
"I can help you with your career. You know that, don't you."
"Yes."
Julia smiled with approval. She stepped back, removed her hands from Valerie. Julia's fingers worked at her waist and in a moment her skirt was unwrapped. She wore nothing beneath it. No panties. Only long gray nylons with gartered tops high on her thighs. Her legs were exquisite, the muscles of her calves firmed by the four inch heels of her Italian shoes. Draping her skirt over a chair, Julia moved to another chair, raised one leg and planted her foot on the seat.
"Pretend I'm that instructor in college."
Valerie was dismayed. She had hoped that if she was forced to do something with Julia, it would be herself on the receiving end. Instead, Julia wanted to be sucked. Valerie had a sudden wish to be a thousand miles away. Julia's thighs were milk-white above the tops of her nylons. The older woman's cunt hair was tufted, her cunt lips long and protruding. Valerie's heart sank. She thought all cunts were ugly. Cunts and cocks and everything else people had down there. She was horrified at the idea of eating Julia's pussy.
Julia beckoned Valerie forward. Valerie moved like a woman in a trance. Julia smiled. Using her fingers, Julia pulled her cunt lips apart to expose the red bean of her clit.
"Suck me, darling."
There was no pleading in Julia's voice. She was commanding. In a daze, Valerie went down on her knees between Julia's spread thighs. Her face under Julia's exposed cunt. Julia sighed with pleasure as she settled her cunt on Valerie's mouth.
The older woman's cunt was fully juiced. Valerie remembered that college instructor. A woman no older than Valerie was now. An overly intellectual but attractive blonde. Valerie had been surprised when the competent-looking assistant prof turned out to be a dyke. Sarah Clayton. Sarah said that ordinarily she liked to do the sucking. But since it was Valerie who wanted the grade, it was Valerie's business to make her feel good. Valerie remembered the juices flowing thickly out of Sarah Clayton's cunt. And the smell. Thank God Julia didn't smell like that. That fishy smell when a pussy hasn't been washed recently. Sarah Clayton's gamy cunt. After sucking Sarah Clayton, Valerie had wanted to throw up. But she was older now. And this wasn't her first pussy. And there was more at stake than a mere grade in a stupid college course. Valerie opened her mouth wide and used her tongue to gather
Julia's warm juice.
Julia quivered. "Yes, darling." She held Valerie's head. She stroked the back of Valerie's head with her fingers. "All the way inside," Julia said. "Let me feel it inside."
Valerie had no idea whether or not Julia had a climax. The juices flowed without stopping, but Julia gave no sign of coming. It was not like that time with Sarah Clayton. Sarah had come hard on Valerie's mouth. They had done it on the floor, Sarah stretched out on her back. At the end it was Sarah who had been vanquished. This was different. This time Valerie remained conquered. On her knees like a slave under Julia's dripping cunt.
Julia finally pushed Valerie away. She looked down at Valerie's wet face with amusement in her eyes.
"That was nice," Julia said. "We could do more, but I won't indulge myself. At least not here. I want you to come home with me, darling. You'll have a lovely weekend at the house. Important people usually drop by on Sundays and you'll have a chance to meet them. I won't have you refuse. Otto has the car outside and we'll go directly to the house. After you dress and fix your face, of course. I did make you wet, didn't I? That means I enjoyed you."
Valerie realized there was no way she could avoid spending the weekend at Julia's house. She was also curious. She had heard a great deal about Julia's elegant house. She was thrilled at the idea of seeing it herself. She had the feeling that maybe her career was launched at last. She had done her service to Julia. The older woman could hardly expect more than that. So Valerie thought. She hurried to get herself dressed and ready.
When Valerie and Julia finally closed the gallery and walked outside, Julia's chauffeur was waiting for them. His name was Otto. He held the rear door of the black Mercedes open for them as they climbed into the back. He had a square face, a bull neck and huge hands. Valerie did not like the way Otto looked at her. like a carnivorous animal sizing up its prey. She found herself afraid of him.
But soon the car was moving through the traffic and all Valerie could see of Otto was the back of his head. Julia insisted that Valerie sit close to her. Before long Julia's hand was stroking Valerie's thigh.
"I think you're nervous," Julia said.
"Yes, I guess I am."
"I want you to feel perfectly secure with me. I like you, Valerie. You did please me before."
Valerie trembled. "I'm glad."
Julia chuckled and slid her fingers between Valerie's thighs. Valerie was forced to move her legs apart. She was afraid to refuse Julia. She felt helpless. In a moment Julia cupped her hand over the mound of Valerie's pussy. Julia's hand remained in that position until the end of the ride.
When they finally arrived, when Valerie was finally inside Julia's home, she found herself awed by Julia's magnificent house. The pictures she had seen of it hardly did the place justice. It was more a mansion than a house. Each room that Valerie saw was elegantly furnished. No matter where one turned, the furniture was both fascinating and exquisite.
"Otto will show you to your room," Julia said with a smile. "I want you to be comfortable here."
Valerie tried to control the uneasy feeling she had about Otto. She followed up the stairs to the second floor. He unlocked a door and silently indicated she should enter. She trembled as she moved past him. She could feel his eyes on her. She thought she could smell whiskey on his breath. Then at last she was inside the room and away from the burly chauffeur.
The room was pleasant. The windows overlooked a lovely garden now filled with shadows as the sun went down. Valerie decided she would do her best to enjoy her weekend in Julia's house, and then suddenly she heard the lock turning in the door.
She was puzzled at first and she did nothing. Then she went to the door and turned the knob. She found the door was locked.
First came a bolt of fear. Then she told herself to calm down. There was no reason to be afraid. Maybe the lock had slipped into position by itself. Julia had said something about dinner later on. Sooner or later the door would be opened by someone. Was there a phone in the room? No, there was not. Never mind, Valerie thought. What she wanted was a hot shower. She was in a well-known house in the midst of a large city. There was no reason to act like an innocent country girl in a haunted castle. So she told herself.
The bathroom adjoining the bedroom was spacious. Valerie found the hot shower invigorating. She soaped her body with the perfumed soap she found in the onyx tray. She thought about Julia. She remembered the way Julia's elegant hands had caressed her boobs. She loves my tits, Valerie thought. How nice it would be if all Julia wanted was a chance to feel her up once in a while. Valerie wouldn't mind that. She liked being admired and petted. It was always pleasant to have someone sexually excited by her body. Her fruity tits. A man had once called them that. She couldn't remember his name any more. There had been a succession of men. She usually went to bed with them because that was what they wanted. She let them fuck her provided there was some advantage to be gained. The last one had been the man who had introduced her to Julia St. Denis. He'd been annoyed at Valerie because she had refused to suck his cock. That creep, she thought. She remembered the weight of his body on hers as he pounded her pussy. His filthy cock in her cunt. She'd suffered through it in order to meet Julia. Well, now she had the job in Julia's gallery. And Julia had Valerie.
Thinking about that, Valerie was suddenly afraid. Poor little girl, she thought. She decided to masturbate. She needed to get her mind off the dark side of things. Moving her legs apart, she slipped two fingers into the groove of her cunt and quickly beat herself off.
Thirty minutes later, when Valerie was out of the shower and dressed again, the bedroom door was unlocked and Julia appeared.
"Ready, darling?"
Valerie nodded. "Yes, I suppose so." She said nothing about the door being locked. It was now open again, so why make a problem out of it?
She followed Julia out of the room and down the wide stairs. Julia led the way to a large sumptuously furnished living room. Chandeliers and gilt mirrors and antique chairs. On a wide plush sofa, sat a blonde girl in a white dress.
"This is my niece, Irene," Julia said.
Valerie was surprised. Julia had mentioned nothing about a niece. Irene was lovely. A few years younger than Valerie. A thin girl with long blonde hair. She looked like she had nothing on beneath her dress. Valerie could make out the points of Irene's nipples. Small tits and pink nipples, Valerie thought. Then she scolded herself for getting involved with that.
A maid brought tea and cakes. Valerie found herself talking with Julia and her niece. She was happy. She told herself she belonged in a fine house like this. She belonged with elegant people. Julia was elegant. Irene was elegant. There was nothing but beauty in the room. Even the tiny cakes were elegant. Valerie thought of all the things she might have in the future. She lost herself in a reverie of splendor. It was some time before she realized that Julia was telling her niece all about what had happened at the gallery. All about Valerie going down on Julia at the office.
At first Valerie didn't believe it. Then she cringed inside. When she looked at Irene, she saw the mockery in the blonde's eyes. Julia was describing how accomplished Valerie was at sucking pussy. Irene smirked.
"I'd like to see it," the blonde girl said.
Julia chuckled. "Not now, darling. I have something else in mind. But you can look at her, if you want. She-likes to be looked at." She turned to Valerie. "Undress, won't you, dear? I want Irene to have a look at you."
Valerie felt as though she were in a bad dream. She trembled. She refused.
"I won't," she said.
She shook her head and once again said she wouldn't. "But you must."
"Please, Julia..."
Julia raised an eyebrow. She frowned. She pressed a button at her elbow and summoned Otto. The burly chauffeur was now dressed in a butler's clothes. His neck seemed ready to burst out of his collar.
"Help Valerie undress," Julia said.
A groan came out of Valerie's throat. "I don't want him to touch me!"
Julia smiled. "Then do it yourself."
Valerie knew she had no choice. She would either undress herself or Otto would do it for her.
She rose. She turned away from them. She thought of bolting, running out of the room and out of the house. But she knew Julia would not allow it. That's why the door to her room had been locked. She was Julia's prisoner here. And even if she did escape, her job at the gallery would be finished. And because of what? Her modesty? Show yourself, she thought. Girls and women do it all the time and there's nothing that horrible about it. She talked herself into doing it. It was either that or lose any hope she had for a successful future.
She tried not to look at them as she undressed. She took everything off. She knew that was what Julia wanted. She heard Irene saying something about her tits. She tried not to listen. She told herself the best thing was to pretend she was alone. Ignore them. How else could she survive this?
Then suddenly she felt Otto close to her. She was paralyzed with fear. She remained motionless, afraid to move. She did nothing when he touched her arm. He manacled her wrist. Then the other wrist. Suddenly she found herself with her arms raised, the cuffs on her wrists attached to a rope dangling from the ceiling. Why hadn't she seen the ropes before? Maybe they'd been let down just now. She pondered the puzzle. Anything to avoid thinking about what was happening to her. Then her ankles were put in irons, too. As big as he was, Otto was efficient and quick. Valerie found herself vertically spread-eagled like a sacrificial offering.
Irene snickered. "She's a beauty, all right. Let me, Aunt Julia."
Julia said something, but Valerie couldn't make it out. Then Irene approached. She smiled at Valerie. She stroked Valerie's tits. First the undersides, then the topsides. Then suddenly Irene's fingernails were digging into Valerie's nipples.
Valerie screamed. The pain was excruciating.
She screamed again. She moaned. She prayed she would faint. But before that happened, Irene released Valerie's nipples and stepped back.
"She's a treat," Irene said.
Valerie was only half-aware now. She was crazy with fear. She heard Julia tell Otto to get his clothes off. He stripped directly in front of Valerie. She watched in amazement as the clothes fell away from his huge body. His arms looked incredibly strong. In a moment she saw him naked. His huge cock. His large heavy balls hanging in their sac. The sight of his cock and balls made her tremble with fear. And revulsion. All that dangling flesh. She was certain Otto's cock was the most revolting thing she had ever seen.
Julia ordered Otto to fuck Valerie.
A croaking sound came out of Valerie's throat. She couldn't believe it. Why would Julia want that? Why have her violated by this brute? Valerie understood none of it. She cringed and moaned as Otto moved behind her. He lowered the ropes, pushed at her back and forced her to bend over. Her legs held apart by the irons, her body doubled over, she bent before him like an animal.
She felt his hands on her ass. Her ass-cheeks gripped and pulled apart. Then she felt his cock. The head of his huge cock pushing at her cunt-hole. He worked his cock-knob inside her pussy, and then he lunged forward and drove the full length of his cock deep inside her cunt-channel.
She thought she would die. He was so big. She had never had such a big cock in her cunt. She felt as though she were impaled by a log. He'll kill me! she thought.
Otto started fucking. Holding her slender hips, he churned his prick in her cunt. Irene clapped her hands. Julia laughed and said something about Valerie's pussy getting stretched. Valerie asked herself if it was really happening. She was certain being fucked by Otto was the most horrible thing that had ever happened to her.
Then Otto came. A deep grunt rumbled out of his chest as he shot his load in Valerie's cunt-channel. She felt the throbbing of his cock, the spurting. His horrible spunk in her pussy. I'll die, she thought, I'll surely die! She realized this was only the beginning. They had her prisoner in a piece of Hell and this was only the beginning of it.
CHAPTER TWO
"You look unhappy," Irene said with a smile. "It's a marvelous day. I love Saturdays, don't you?"
Valerie stretched her body under the bedcovers. It was Saturday morning. The awful time she'd had the previous evening seemed like a bad dream. Had all that really happened to her? They had locked her in her room afterward. She had hardly slept. Now it was morning and Irene had come into the room to get her out of bed.
Their eyes met and Valerie blushed. "Everyone was so cruel to me."
Irene laughed. "Not really. I thought Otto restrained himself."
"He's horrible."
"I wouldn't tell him that. Come on, sleepyhead, get out of bed so I can look at you."
Valerie found herself obeying. She told herself she had to get up anyway. She couldn't remain in bed all day. It felt strange to take orders from a girl years younger than she was. Irene seemed totally confident that Valerie would do what she wanted.
Finally Valerie was seated on the edge of the bed. She tried to cover her tits with her arms.
"Don't do that," Irene said. "I like to look at you."
"I'm naked and you're not."
"So what. Turn over and show me your ass."
Valerie shook her head. "I won't!"
"Yes, you will. I'll call Otto and he'll make you do it. Do you want that? Maybe he'll make you do other things, too."
Valerie groaned. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Irene snickered. "Because I enjoy it, silly.
Why does anyone do anything? Let's have a look at your ass."
Valerie understood it would be useless to refuse. The slender blonde would call Otto and then things might be worse. She was afraid of Irene. Julia's niece looked frightfully mean. She enjoys it, all right, Valerie thought. She had hoped the new day would bring an end to her misery, but now it didn't seem that way. Stretching out on the bed, she rolled over to show Irene her ass.
"Pretty," Irene said, and the next moment Valerie cried out as something slashed across her ass-cheeks. A wide leather belt had suddenly appeared in Irene's hand. She struck again. This time the belt lashed at the upper parts of Valerie's thighs and she screamed at the pain.
"Please, don't! I beg you!"
The pain was excruciating. Valerie tried to roll over to protect her ass. But Irene quickly warned her she would whip her tits unless she rolled back again.
"Only three more strokes on your butt," Irene said.
"But why?" Valerie said with a groan. She rolled over to show her ass again. Better her ass than her tits. She couldn't bear the pain if the belt lashed her tits. "Why am I being whipped?"
"Julia's orders," Irene said. "It's good for you, you know. Now hold still and take the rest like a good girl."
The belt came down three more times. Valerie lay there sobbing, her ass-cheeks burning. "Dear God!" she moaned.
She heard Irene chuckle. "There's a pretty mark on each cheek."
Then Valerie felt Irene's hands on her thighs. Irene's fingers tickling her asscrack.
Valerie groaned. "Please, don't!"
"Hold still." Irene's pressed a fingertip against Valerie's assbud. She pushed and turned the finger until she had half the length of it inside Valerie's ass-hole. "Mmmmm, you're tight."
"Oh, God..."
"Pretty Valerie's tight little shit-hole!"
Irene toyed with Valerie's ass-hole. Valerie was mortified. She felt violated. She hated to be touched there. She moaned and squirmed.
Then Irene slipped a finger lower down to tickle Valerie's pussy. Irene's finger found Valerie's cunt-hole and pushed inside. A gasp came out of Valerie's throat as Irene now shoved fingers deep inside her ass-hole and cunt-hole at the same time.
"Please don't," Valerie said with a moan.
"I think you like it."
"I hate it!"
Irene giggled. "You're lying, Valerie. I'm a girl, too, you know. You can't fool me. What a lovely little ass-hole you've got. I'll watch you sometime when Julia makes you do her tricks."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you'll find out. Have you ever had a cock in there? Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"Definitely not!"
Irene chuckled. "I'll watch that, too."
Despite herself, Valerie felt herself responding to Irene's fingers. The blonde was fucking her fingers in and out of Valerie's cunt-hole and ass-hole with a steady and persistent rhythm. Valerie couldn't help it. She shuddered and came. Irene was delighted. She finger-fucked Valerie more forcefully. Then at the end of Valerie's orgasm, Irene screwed her thumb inside Valerie's ass and Valerie cried out and came again.
"Thurston will have a time with you," Irene said.
Still quivering, Valerie wondered who Thurston was. Later she let Irene lead her downstairs to find Julia. Valerie hoped she could get Julia to allow her to leave. But as she expected, Julia refused.
"Sit down and have breakfast," Julia said with a smile. "You're face is flushed. Have you been playing with Irene?"
Irene smirked. "I made her come twice."
"Did you whip her?"
"Just as you told me."
"Splendid," Julia said. She looked at Valerie. "It wasn't that bad, was it, darling?"
Valerie shuddered. "It was awful. I don't think I can stand any more of that."
"Then you must behave. Whenever you disobey, you will be punished. I think you need that, darling. You need the discipline."
"Please let me go home."
"Don't be silly. You agreed to spend the weekend here and so you shall."
Valerie knew it was hopeless. She was a virtual prisoner for the weekend. She could only pray there would be no more of Otto. Just thinking about the way he had fucked her made her cringe.
Irene left after that and Valerie sat alone with
Julie at the breakfast table. They talked about the gallery. Valerie felt some hope because Julia seemed to take it for granted that Valerie would return to work at the gallery on Monday morning. Once again Valerie was reminded how much she depended on Julia for her future. I'll see it out, Valerie thought. Maybe the worst of the weekend was over.
After breakfast Julia asked if Valerie had enjoyed sucking her cunt the day before. "You must tell me," Julia said.
Valerie was shocked. She blushed. She was flustered. "I don't really know..."
"But you must know."
Valerie was afraid that if she said no Julia would be cross. She knew what Julia wanted her to say. It's my career on the line, Valerie thought.
"Well, maybe I did," she said.
Julia smiled. "Of course you liked it. I knew you would. You can do it now, if you want. I'm in the mood for it."
Shifting around in her chair, Julia separated the folds of her robe and opened her legs. Her cunt was immediately exposed. Valerie trembled as she gazed at Julia's dark pussy muff.
"You want me to do it here? Someone might come in."
Julia laughed. "Hurry, darling. Get your mouth on me before I decide I don't want you."
And so Valerie went down on her knees. Julia raised her legs, draped them over Valerie's shoulders, and in a moment Valerie found her face in the warmth of Julia's crotch. She had Julia's pussy against her mouth. Julia's warm thick juices flowed into Valerie's mouth as Valerie began sucking.
"I like the way you suck me," Julia said. "Keep your mouth open, darling."
Suddenly Valerie felt a gush of warm salty fluid filling her mouth. She was taken by surprise. She gulped and swallowed. Then she realized Julia was pissing in her mouth and she was horrified. Julia's piss was hot and plentiful. Valerie nearly choked on the abundance of it. She finally broke loose, pulled away to get her mouth out of the stream of Julia's piss. Fascinated, Valerie watched the older woman's piss come out in squirts to fall on the carpet. Julia suddenly leaned over and slapped Valerie's face hard.
"You shouldn't pull away like that," Julia said. "I won't permit that and you're going to be punished for it."
Valerie was fearful. Julia seemed terribly annoyed. She watched as the older woman wiped her pussy with one of the table napkins. Valerie was in a daze of disgust and apprehension. She cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, but she couldn't get the taste of Julia's piss off her tongue. And the smell was there, too. How horrible it was! Then abruptly the horror of what had happened vanished from her mind as she heard Julia tell a maid to summon Otto.
"Please, not that!" Valerie begged.
Julia snickered. She now had her robe closed again. She looked with disdain as Valerie cringed at her feet. "I see you don't care for Otto. All right, I'll give you a choice. It's either Otto or a whipping by Irene. Which do you want?"
Valerie whimpered. "I'd rather be whipped."
When Otto arrived, he was sent away and Irene was called. The blonde came in dressed in tennis clothes.
"I was just about to leave," Irene said.
Julia explained how Valerie had disobeyed her. "She must be punished," Julia said.
Irene smiled. Her eyes glittered. "How many does she get?"
"Ten strokes," Julia said. "Use the black."
The black turned out to be a heavy belt of black leather fixed with metal studs. Valerie's heart moved up to her throat when she saw it. She knew the pain would be awful.
They made her bend. Irene lifted Valerie's skirt and pulled her panties down.
"I like her bottom," Irene said. "I suppose Thurston will, too."
Once again Valerie wondered who Thurston was. Then the next moment her curiosity vanished as the belt slashed across her exposed ass.
Irene was diligent in her work, and Valerie soon found herself in agony. The pain was more than she could bear, more than she had ever experienced before. By the fifth stroke she was at the point of passing out. Somehow she remained conscious. She heard Julia taunting her about her pain. Then the tenth stroke came down and Irene was finished. Sobbing, Valerie fell away to the side on the carpet.
"Fetch one of the training pots," Julia said.
Irene clapped her hands. "Do I get to watch?"
"If you like."
A large pot was brought into the room. Through her tears, Valerie watched as Irene set it down on the floor near the table. Valerie looked at Julia. The older woman nodded and told Valerie to piss in the pot.
"Squat so we can see something," Julia said. "I want to see it come out of you."
Valerie groaned with dismay. "Please, Julia..."
"Do you want to be punished again? This time you certainly will get Otto."
Valerie surrendered. She did what Julia wanted. She knew Julia wanted to humiliate her. She squatted over the pot as Julia directed. Irene helped her fold her skirt out of the way. Julia wanted Valerie's knees wide-open to reveal her cunt. Valerie managed it. But at first when she tried pissing nothing would come out. Julia threatened her again. Valerie forced herself to relax. Suddenly the hot piss gushed out of her pussy in a steady stream.
"Don't miss the pot," Julia said.
She chuckled as she watched Valerie in her ordeal. When Valerie was finished pissing, Julia raised her foot and sharply kicked Valerie's face. Stunned by the blow, Valerie cried out and crumpled to the floor.
"Now drink it," Julia said. "You seem so finicky about piss, drink it all down like a good little girl."
Valerie did it. In a daze, she lifted the large pot to drink her own piss. A good deal of it spilled over her chin and throat and over her tits. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything any more. The agony she was suffering had completely sapped her will.
Later in the afternoon, Valerie was alone with Irene again. The blonde girl was now kindly toward Valerie. They lay on the bed together in Valerie's room. Irene stroked Valerie's cheek.
"It's not that bad," Irene said.
Valerie whimpered. "It's horrible."
"You're not used to it."
"I could never be used to that."
"You must learn to do what she wants. And what I want, too. I may want to have you that way."
"Oh God."
"Julia may do the other, too."
"What other?"
Irene snickered. "Her ass-hole, silly. She'll do her business on your face. She'll make you eat it."
Valerie shuddered. She closed her eyes and groaned. "I won't."
"Yes, you will. Just remember that I said that. And now what about me? Do you want to make me feel good? Should I use the belt on you again?"
"Please, not that. I can't stand the pain."
"You've got welts on your ass."
"Yes, I know."
"All right, you can rim me."
"I don't know what that is."
Irene laughed. "You lick my ass-hole."
"Oh God!"
"I love having it done to me. Especially when the girl is as pretty as you are."
Valerie knew she had no choice. If she refused, Irene would either use the belt or call Otto. Defeated, she watched Irene kneel on the mattress with her ass in the air. The blonde girl pulled her skirt up to reveal her round ass. Valerie fixed her eyes on the pucker of Irene's pinkish-brown ass-hole. Irene had a pink pussy, neat pink cunt lips and a long pink clit. Valerie peered lower down to examine Irene's clit. The she looked at the blonde's ass-hole again. Irene's brownie looked tight and virginal.
Maybe it's not so bad, Valerie thought. No, she knew it was horrible. What could be worse than a person putting their tongue in a place like that? But she had to do it. She was so afraid of the belt. And of Otto. She had to do what Irene wanted.
Kneeling behind Irene, determined to get it over with, Valerie closed her eyes and put her mouth directly on Irene's ass-hole. The blonde girl squirmed.
"Use your tongue, silly. Tickle me with it first. Let me feel your tongue."
For the next ten minutes, Irene instructed Valerie how to rim an ass-hole. Valerie was overcome with self-loathing and disgust. She did whatever Irene wanted. At the end she found herself with her tongue deep inside Irene's ass. The blonde girl had an orgasm that way. She frigged her clit with her fingers while Valerie's tongue squirmed inside her shitter.
"That's good," Irene said with a groan. "That's really good! Thurston is going to adore you."
Shuddering, Valerie at last pulled her tongue out of Irene's ass. "Who's Thurston?"
"Thurston Perry. He's Julia's friend. I think he's going to be here this evening. If he does come around tonight, you're in for a good time." Irene giggled. "Now get under me. We can do some more."
More meant Valerie had to suck Irene's pink-lipped cunt. Then Valerie had to get off the bed and crouch while Irene stood over her with her pussy pressed against Valerie's mouth. Valerie sucked again.
"Now here's dessert," Irene said.
She snickered as she started pissing on Valerie's face. Valerie groaned and closed her eyes. Irene forced her to keep her head turned up as the hot piss gushed over her face.
Later, after Irene left, Valerie fell asleep, exhausted. It was only in sleep that she could escape her torment. She wished she could sleep forever. Would the weekend ever be finished? When she opened her eyes, she was horrified to find Otto standing near the bed.
"You're pretty when you sleep," he said.
Valerie hurried to cover her naked body with the sheet. "What do you want?"
Otto chuckled. "Miss Julia has some stuff for you to wear." He pointed at a pile of things on a chaise. "Get out of bed."
She was afraid to disobey him. She told herself it didn't matter if he saw her naked now. He'd already fucked her, hadn't he? She trembled as she remembered the way his huge cock had slammed into her cunt from behind.
She rose and stood beside the bed. Otto grinned as he looked at her body.
"Nice tits," he said. "You'll get a workout tonight."
Valerie trembled. She wondered if she was coming to the end of her rope. How much more could she take? In a daze, she looked at the things Otto had brought for her to wear. It wasn't much. Some kind of leather corset. A pair of red shoes with impossibly high heels. Some other things she didn't recognize. A few lengths of gold chain. A chill ran up her spine as it slowly dawned on her the weekend was getting to be more and more weird.
Otto helped her get the waist-cincher on. That's all it was, a waist-cincher. Her tits were free. Then the other things. She moved like a robot, raised an arm or a leg when he told her to. Then the clips on her nipples. She whimpered then. She felt the pain. The sharp pain at the points of her tits. Finally the dressing was finished and he made her face herself in the full-length mirror.
"Look at the pretty girl," he said with a chuckle.
She was shocked. She recognized what it was. She was dressed like a sex-slave. The tight leather waist-cincher with her tits spilling over the top. Her wrists cuffed together behind her back. Opera length opaque black nylons. Red pumps with five-inch heels. And a small spring clip pinching each nipple, the clips connected to each other by a thin gold chain. Otto then put a leather collar around her neck and attached a long gold chain to that. Now she had a leash. He showed her something else. A black ball with straps attached to it.
"This comes later," he said. "First you get to suck my cock a little bit."
He brought his huge cock out of his pants. She wanted to scream. Nothing came out of her throat except a moan. That monstrous prick. She watched him skin his forehead back to expose the knob of his cockhead.
"Go down," he said.
She went down on her knees. She was deathly afraid of him. He chuckled as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her nose. He smeared his leaking cock-juice over her face. She could smell his crotch. The heavy musk of his cock and balls. That enormous prick. She opened her mouth. Otto pushed his cockhead against her lips. She had to open wider. She stretched her jaws. She closed her eyes. She whimpered as his huge cock pushed into the cavern of her mouth.
Holding the lower part of his cock with his fist, he rolled his cock around inside her face and stretched her jaws even farther.
"Okay, just do the head," he said. "You're mouth is too small for the rest of it."
Valerie was thankful. She was afraid he would choke her if he forced her to take all of his prick. She kept just his big cock-knob in her mouth, her lips and teeth in the groove behind his cockhead. The fat knob of his prick stuffed her mouth like a warm, peeled egg.
He started frigging the shaft of his prick, his fist stroking his meat, his fingers slapping against her lips at the end of each upstroke. It didn't take long. She heard him grunting. She knew what was coming. She kept her eyes closed. She tried to think of something else. Anything but this horrible thing in her mouth and what was about to happen. Then suddenly Otto grabbed her head and started coming. The hot jism spurted out of his prick in great wads. Glob after glob on her tongue and then sliding down her throat.
"Go on, suck it," he croaked, "suck my guts out."
She sucked and swallowed. She was afraid to displease him. She took his warm spunk down her throat and into her stomach. His thick gruel. After a while he finally laughed and pushed her away.
"You're a nice piece," he said. "Now let's get the ball in your mouth."
She rose up and accepted the ball-bag. The black rubber ball stuffing her mouth, her lips stretched around it in a wide circle. Otto fixed the straps. She faced herself in the mirror and then shuddered when she felt his fingers stroking between her ass-cheeks.
"You look good," he said. "You look real good. Now let's go downstairs and show you to Mr. Perry."
CHAPTER THREE
Holding the leash, Otto led Valerie down the stairs to the first floor of Julia's townhouse. Valerie was in terrible discomfort. With her hands secured behind her back, she could hardly balance herself on the five-inch heels of the red pumps. Each time she stumbled, Otto jerked the leash to get her moving again.
"Come on," he said, "they're waiting for you."
She could say nothing. She had the ball-gag in her mouth and the only sound she could manage was a pitiful grunt.
When they finally entered the large living room, Valerie immediately saw that someone was with Julia. He was a tall, elegant-looking man with gray hair and sharp features. Valerie was dismayed at the way she was dressed. Or undressed. He could see everything. Her tits and pussy and ass. She had nothing covering her body except the leather waist-cincher and the black nylons.
Julia smiled at Valerie. "Meet Thurston Perry, darling. He's heard all about you."
Valerie closed her eyes. She wanted to cry. For a moment she wished Julia had never offered her a job at the gallery. Then the moment passed and she fought to control herself. She would not go to pieces. She would maintain some dignity. Let him look all he wants, she thought. Whatever I have, every woman has. She reached desperately for any means to keep herself together.
Perry seemed amused. His eyes raked over Valerie. The hang of her tits over the top of the leather waist-cincher. The dark bush of cunt hair beneath her belly. He said something to Julia about the clips on Valerie's nipples, but Valerie couldn't make it out. He spoke too softly. His voice was almost a whisper.
Valerie wondered about the relationship between Thurston Perry and Julia. Were they lovers? She tried to imagine them together. They were both so elegant and poised. She felt helpless before them.
But Valerie did catch some of their conversation and she knew they were talking about her. Then Perry raised his voice. He chuckled. "All right, if you want."
"Darling," Julia said, "I don't think you appreciate my entertainments."
"Yes, I do. Particularly with this one. She's quite attractive. Go on, show me what you've done with her."
Julia called a maid and ordered a pot to be brought into the room. Valerie knew what the pot was for. She wanted to die. She couldn't bear the thought of being humiliated like that in front of Thurston Perry. Julia was so cruel.
When the large pot was set down on the rug and the maid dismissed, Julia took hold of Valerie's leash and pulled at it. "Do something in the pot, darling. Mr. Perry wants to see."
Valerie's heart sank. There was no way out of it. Had it not been for the gag in her mouth, she might have protested. Then she thought maybe she ought to be thankful for the gag. A protest would surely lead to punishment.
Resigned to her humiliation, she moved to straddle the pot with her legs.
"Down," Julia said. "Squat down over it, otherwise you'll wet the rug."
Valerie squatted. She faced Perry directly and she realized he could see all of her crotch. That's what he wants, she thought. He wants to see it. He seemed so distinguished and urbane. Because of that, her humiliation was intense. Trembling in her discomfort, she relaxed her bladder and started pissing.
"Good girl," Julia said. "Hold steady, darling. Don't fall over."
Valerie tried her best to keep steady in her crotch. The high heels made it difficult, but she managed to avoid losing her balance. It was a long piss. She hadn't used the bathroom since lunchtime and she had a full bladder.
Before she finished, Perry came around behind her and reached down to fondle her ass. Valerie shuddered as she felt his fingers tickling the groove between her cunt-hole and ass-hole. Then he rubbed her ass-hole, his fingertip moving back and forth over the nut of her ass-pucker as she continued to piss.
"She's charming," he said.
When Valerie was finished pissing, she was pulled away from the pot and made to bend over a chair with her hands supporting her weight. Once again, Perry was behind her. This time his fingers were more insistent in her pussy. He pulled at her cunt lips and fingered her cunt-hole. Valerie trembled as he explored her pussy.
"You ought to clip her down here, too," Perry said.
Julia laughed. "All right, I'll do that later on."
Then Valerie shuddered as Perry fingered her ass-hole. She tried to keep her ass ring tightly closed, but it did no good. One of his fingers pushed all the way inside, turning and twisting until she was completely vanquished. She heard Perry say that her ass-hole needed to be loosened. She tried to think of something else, but the finger in her ass made that impossible.
After that the ball-gag was suddenly pulled out of her mouth. Before she could say anything, Perry pushed his fingers between her lips.
"Suck them clean," he said. His tone was quiet, without any trace of meanness.
She sucked and licked his fingers. She did what he wanted.
Then he made her turn and crouch. She found herself facing his cock. His prick dangled out of the open fly of his pants.
"Now suck this," he said.
He lifted his cock with his fingers and pushed his cock-knob at her lips. She opened her mouth to accept it.
He had a fat circumcised cock. His pisshole dripped cock juice on her tongue as she squeezed his flesh with her lips. He stroked his cockshaft with his fingers, slowly pumping his prick as she sucked his cockhead. Before long she felt his cock stiffening in her mouth. After that he pulled his fingers away. He fed her more and more of his prick until she had all of it inside her face.
"Hold still," he said. "Just keep your mouth open."
His hands holding her head, he began fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm.
Julia was amused. "Try not to choke her, Thurston."
"She can take more than this. What about Otto?"
"Don't be jealous."
Perry grunted then and pulled his cock out of Valerie's mouth. He made her turn again to bend over the chair. He pushed at her back to force her head down on her forearms.
"Stick your ass out," he said. "Move your legs apart and stick your ass out."
Valerie did what he wanted. She had no strength any more. She felt completely subjugated.
She groaned when she felt his fingers toying with her ass-hole. He stretched her brownie. He churned his finger around in her ass ring.
Julia snickered. "She's never had it there. Or so she says. You ought to be grateful to me, Thurston. It isn't every day you have a chance at a virgin ass."
"Now it's your turn not to be jealous."
Valerie was in a state of shock. She had somehow hoped it wouldn't get this far. She had realized all along that he had a special interest in her ass. She could tell by the way he fondled her.
Then suddenly she felt his cockhead pushing at her ass-hole. His prick was wet. She realized he'd used a lubricant. She groaned at the flash of sharp pain in her ass. He'll kill me, she thought. She cried out and tried to twist away.
Perry slammed his fist at her back and then shoved the ball-gag in her mouth. "Hold still and take it! You can't avoid it and if you fight it the pain will be worse."
She wished she were dead. His cockhead abruptly burst through the elastic ring of her ass-hole and the next moment he shoved the full length of his prick inside her shitter.
The pain was worse than she expected. Deep and agonizing. She found it unbearable. She heard strange guttural sounds and then she realized the sounds were coming out of her own throat. I won't survive, she thought, I'll die in this room.
But she didn't die. Thurston Perry had her ass and he proceeded to enjoy it. "You've got to loosen her up a little," he said. "She's much too tight."
Julia teased him. "Darling, I thought you liked a girl's ass to be tight."
"Not like this. Not this much."
And with that he started coming. Pumping forcefully, he shot his load in Valerie's shit-tube. She felt his climax, the hot wet feeling in her ass as he emptied his balls. She heard him laughing at something and then she fainted.
* * *
When Valerie opened her eyes, she found herself stretched out on the bed in Julia's bedroom. Julia sat on the bed beside her. The older woman smiled at Valerie.
"You passed out," Julia said.
The ball-gag was gone. So were the cuffs around Valerie's wrists. She groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Julia, I can't take any more of this."
"But you must, darling. There isn't much choice, is there?" Then she added: "You look so pretty in this leather thing. I think Thurston is quite taken with you."
"He hurt me."
Julia laughed. "Turn over and let me look at it."
Valerie tried to protest, but Julia made her roll over to show her ass. Pulling Valerie's ass-cheeks apart with her hands, Julia gazed at the younger woman's ass-hole.
"It's not that bad," Julia said. "Under the weather a bit, but nothing extraordinary." Valerie moaned as Julia's finger probed her ass-hole. "Hurt?"
"Yes!" Valerie whined.
Julia chuckled. "But I think you found some pleasure in it. I can't imagine you didn't."
"It's not true."
"I think you're lying."
Valerie groaned and fell silent. She would have to bear her agony alone. She meekly rolled over on her back again when Julia asked her to. Then Julia stroked her face and kissed her. Valerie accepted the older woman's affection. She sobbed as Julia cradled her head against her chest.
"Poor little girl," Julia said.
Valerie felt soothed. She did like Julia. How wonderful it would be if Julia would always be affectionate towards her.
Julia talked about the gallery. She said she might place Valerie in charge of the client list. Valerie would learn how to manage a show. "I think you'd be good at that," Julia said. "I think you have a great deal of talent and I want you to grow."
Julia finally slipped off the bed. As she talked, she moved to the large adjoining bathroom. She invited Valerie to join her. Valerie could sit on the bench near the shower while they talked. Completely soothed now, eager to hear more about her future at the gallery, Valerie moved into the intimacy of Julia's bathroom and sat down on the padded bench.
Julia smiled. She lifted her dress, pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. Within moments Valerie froze in shock as she realized Julia was shitting.
She had expected Julia would pee. They'd been intimate, after all, and it wouldn't be strange. Valerie remembered a roommate in college who insisted on never closing the door when she was peeing. But this was different. Julia St. Denis, the elegant proprietor of the St. Denis Gallery, was noisily dropping turds into the toilet bowl.
Julia was amazed when she saw Valerie's discomfort. "Are you embarrassed, darling?"
Valerie nodded. "Yes, I think so."
"You shouldn't be. I have a poop just like you do. Although I must say I think yours is prettier than mine. I loved watching Thurston have you. You stretched so beautifully. He did hurt you, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"Well, we won't talk about that any more. Let's talk about something else. Do you know about the Egyptian toilet girls?"
Still in a daze, Valerie shook her head. "No."
"They were beautiful slave girls who looked after the pharaohs and the wives of the pharaohs. At the toilet, of course. They did the cleaning. They cleaned the asses of the kings and queens of Egypt. Isn't that lovely? And can you guess how?"
Valerie was trembling now. "How what?"
"How they did the cleaning."
"I don't know."
"They used their tongues, my pet. A pretty slave girl would always be there to clean the queen's ass with her tongue. Don't you think that's marvelous?"
Valerie shuddered. "Oh God."
"Do you want to please me, Valerie?"
"You know I do, Julia."
"Yes, I think you mean that." Julia smiled.
She finished shitting. She rose. Holding her skirt at her waist, she half-turned to flush the toilet. Then she put the lid down, turned her back to Valerie and bent forward to extend her ass in Valerie's direction.
"Clean me, darling. Do it like those girls in Egypt. Use your tongue."
Valerie was paralyzed a full moment. She could not move. Then she thought of Julia and the gallery and Julia's promises. That was on one side. On the other side was Otto. And Irene. The fucking and the whipping. The punishment. I can't refuse, Valerie thought. If she refused
Julia now, she knew her punishment would be severe. Irene had warned her, hadn't she? With a moaning sound of loathing and helplessness, Valerie went to her knees behind the ass of her mistress.
"Clever girl," Julia said. Chuckling softly, she reached back to pull her ass-cheeks apart. "Pretend I'm an Egyptian queen."
Valerie couldn't help looking. She knew it would be better to close her eyes, but she couldn't help looking. She stared at Julia's ass-hole. At Julia's asscrack. The brown was there. Light-brown streaks in the crack near Julia's ass-hole. A glob of shit on the rim of Julia's puckered assbud. Julia's ass-hole winked, her ass-ring opened and closed again.
"Go on," Julia said.
Valerie shifted forward to use her tongue.
A cooing sound immediately came out of Julia's throat. She shifted backwards, pushing her ass against Valerie's face. "Oooooh, that's nice. Lap it, pet. Get it fresh and clean. It's not that bad, is it? Anyway, you'll have to get used to it. I have no intention of doing without."
Valerie lost herself in the crack of Julia's ass. The smell and taste of Julia's shit. The feel of Julia's puckered ass-hole against her lips. She cleaned inside. Julia gave no command, but Valerie knew what Julia wanted. She pushed her tongue as far as she could inside Julia's ass and swabbed it out with her saliva. Julia was pleased. She rubbed her cunt as she pressed her ass-hole against Valerie's lips. She told Valerie she had an educated mouth.
"Sweet little mouth," Julia said. "I'm going to keep it as busy as I can."
They finally left the bathroom. Valerie had removed the red pumps while she was lying on the bed and now Julia made her put them on again. The older woman fondled Valerie's ass, purring at Valerie about how nicely she had worked in the bathroom. Valerie blushed and shuddered. She had hated doing that to Julia. She was thankful it was over.
Julia started talking about Valerie's ass-hole. She said it would be better if Valerie's shitter were stretched. She said they had to please Thurston because he had so much money invested in the gallery.
"We must be nice to him," Julia said. She stroked Valerie's ass-hole with her fingertip and told Valerie she could be stretched with a dildo.
Valerie was afraid. Once again she thought of refusing. Once again she realized it was no use. What's the difference? she thought. They had done almost everything to her. Every kind of degradation.
Valerie gasped with fear when Julia brought the dildo out. It looked so huge. Julia laughed and said Valerie would be thankful for it.
"You'll take a cock in your ass without any trouble after this," Julia said.
"I'm afraid, Julia."
"Don't be silly."
Valerie begged to no avail. Julia smeared the dildo with Vaseline. She made Valerie bend over. She worked the greased dildo against Valerie's ass-hole, and in a moment Valerie cried out as the huge rubber cock pushed deep inside her ass.
"Oh dear God!" Valerie sobbed.
Julia tied the straps of the dildo around Valerie's thighs.
"No more than an hour or two," she said. "It'll stretch that pretty little hole just the way we want it."
After that Valerie had to stand. She couldn't sit or lie down with the dildo in her ass. Julia teased her about it as she stretched out on the bed.
"You're so innocent," Julia said. "I think that's why I'm so fond of you. Tell me, darling, have you ever had a man piss in your mouth?"
Valerie shuddered. "Of course not." Julia laughed. "But I did it to you, didn't I."
"Yes."
"With a man it's something different. It's much easier."
Valerie listened as Julie instructed her how to take a man's piss. Keep only the knob of his cock in your mouth. Try to swallow as much as you can. Use your tongue to prevent the force of the stream from choking you. Filled with horror, Valerie listened. She realized that sooner or later she would be expected to do it. She told herself she had to find some say to end her misery.
After that Julia made Valerie lean towards her so she could pull at the clips attached to Valerie's nipples.
"Thurston is right," Julia said. "You need something better than these. And down there, too. You poor dear. You're thinking about what happened in the bathroom, aren't you? It's not that bad, you know. I've known girls who came to like it."
Valerie trembled. "I can't do that any more, Julia. Really, I can't."
"You don't want to refuse, do you."
"Please, Julia..."
Julia smacked her. A sharp smack with the flat of her hand across Valerie's face. "You need to be hurt, darling."
Valerie began sobbing when she heard Julia summon Otto. The brutish chauffeur would be too much. She couldn't take him again. She couldn't bear it. But when Otto arrived, Julia merely had him secure Valerie to one of the bedposts with the ball-gag in her mouth. After that she told Otto to leave.
"Maybe next time, Otto."
The burly servant grinned at Valerie and walked out.
Alone with Valerie, Julia removed the clips attached to Valerie's nipples.
"Poor little tits," Julia said. "We've got something better than these."
She brought out a set of new clips. Valerie thought she'd faint when she saw the clips had sharp teeth. Horrified, she watched as Julia attached a clip to each of her nipples. Then Julia did the same to each of Valerie's cunt lips. Each clip had a small wing screw, and when Julia turned the wings, the metal teeth bit cruelly into
Valerie's tender flesh. Valerie couldn't scream because of the ball-gag in her mouth. All she could do was roll her eyes. Julia chuckled and continued tightening the clips one after the other. Valerie moaned in her agony.
"You must learn to stand it," Julia said. "I won't take you this far all the time, but occasionally I will because it gives me pleasure. You do want to please me, don't you, darling? Hold still now. I don't want to tear you. If you keep tossing about like that, you'll soon have yourself bleeding."
Tied securely to the bedpost, her nipples and cunt lips painfully pinched by the teeth of the clips, Valerie slumped like a rag doll.
She lost track of time. She heard Julia moving about the room. Then Julia was at her vanity mirror, doing her face. In a daze, Valerie found herself counting the flowers on the wallpaper. It was the only way she could endure the pain.
Then suddenly Valerie realized Thurston Perry was in the room. She heard him chuckling at Julia.
"You've had yourself a time with her," Perry said.
Still facing her mirror, Julia shrugged her bare shoulders. "I've had some fun, yes."
"I won't ask."
"I don't want you to. She's got something in her ass. Why don't you check it?"
Perry came to Valerie to look at the dildo in her ass. He was amused. He fingered the end of the dildo and moved the shaft a bit in her shitter.
"This will do it," he said. "She ought to be wide open after this."
"I don't like doing it like that," Julia said. "I'd rather watch Otto have her."
"That ugly gorilla annoys me."
Julia chuckled. "He's not yours, darling."
"What did you do with her? Did she eat your ass?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you made her taste your shit." He smiled at Valerie and bounced one of her tits with his hand. "Julia's nasty, isn't she?"
He pulled at one of the nipple clips. The sharp pain caused Valerie to roll her eyes, and he laughed when he saw it.
"You can do my ass, too," he said. "Don't you want to do that, Valerie? Yes, of course you do. I can see it in your eyes."
CHAPTER FOUR
"She's quite lovely," the woman said.
Her name was Margaret Halsey. She was about Julia's age. Expensively dressed, perfectly groomed, an air of aloofness. Julia had told Valerie the Halseys were among the gallery's best customers. Julia had just introduced Valerie to Margaret Halsey, and Valerie found herself blushing under the woman's penetrating gaze.
It was a month now since the beginning. Weekdays at the gallery, weekends with Julia.
Used and abused by Julia. Valerie wondered why she went on with it. But she knew why she went on with it. The question was how long it would continue. She was completely submissive to Julia, completely under the older woman's spell. Valerie hated it, but she felt helpless. All the horrors she had to endure! And now maybe something else was afoot.
Valerie did not like the way Margaret Halsey was looking at her. like a jungle animal. I want you to please her, Julia had said. Whatever did she mean? Now Julia slipped an arm around Valerie's waist and smiled at Mrs. Halsey.
"You can have her if you want. She'll go down on you in my office."
Valerie froze. Margaret Halsey arched an eyebrow and chuckled. "You're always so forthright, Julia."
"I thought you might be pleased."
"I am. And I accept the offer."
Valerie was in a daze. She was only half aware of things as Julia took her aside and whispered that she must do everything she could to make Mrs. Halsey content. Following that, Valerie found herself alone with Margaret Halsey in Julia's office.
The older woman smiled. "You must call me
Margaret." Then she added: "Do you do everything Julia says?"
Valerie felt the flush in her cheeks. "Yes, I think so."
"There's no need to feel awkward about it, Margaret said, her eyes amused. "There are two sorts of people in this world. Those who give orders and those who take them. It's important to know what you are. Do you like sucking a woman?"
Valerie wanted to cry out that she hated it, hated all of it, all the ugly things Julia made her do. But she remembered what Julia had said about pleasing Margaret. She did not cry out. She lowered her eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do like it."
"I don't think I believe you. But in any case, I don't care. I don't care whether you like it or not. I'll have you anyway. Over here, sweet. We can use Julia's chair. What a lovely little pussycat you are! Down little pussycat. Down on your pretty knees."
Margaret sat down in Julia's swivel chair. She slipped her shoes off her feet. She peeled her pantyhose down and off her legs and opened her thighs. Her eyes bright, she beckoned to Valerie.
"In the wet, darling. I hope you're good at it."
She had a surprisingly hairy cunt, a full thicket of brown hair and large protruding cunt lips. Her pussy itself was open and wet, her cunt-hole already brimming with pearly juice.
Valerie hated the woman. She could see the disdain in Margaret's eyes. Margaret Halsey was a woman who enjoyed dominating others. And now it's me, Valerie thought. She was helpless. She moved forward to bury her mouth in Margaret Halsey's crotch.
The smell was there. That gamy smell of ripe cunt. A faint smell of piss. A heavy smell of cunt juice. The taste of both. Valerie licked at the dripping hole. She rubbed her nose against Margaret's obscenely fat clit. The cunt was so unlike the woman. On the outside Margaret Halsey was genteel, unruffled, a woman of social standing. Between her legs she had the cunt of a peasant, ripe and smelly, running now with a heavy discharge.
Valerie was an expert now. Julia had trained her well. She knew how to lick and suck and vibrate her tongue in all the right places. She slurped Margaret's juices awhile and then homed in on her clit. Margaret groaned. She grabbed Valerie's head to pull Valerie's face tight against her wet cunt. With a deep shudder, Margaret came on Valerie's face.
The bitch, Valerie thought. She hated the woman even as she lapped and sucked her juices with relish. Just this once, she thought. She would do it for Julia and the gallery. Just this once.
How wrong she was.
* * *
A week later Julia announced to Valerie that she was to be loaned to Margaret Halsey for a month.
Valerie thought of killing herself.
She cried. She begged Julia to change her mind. Julia insisted the arrangements were already made. "We can do without you here. You'll have your job when you get back, provided there's no difficulty with Mrs. Halsey and her family. They're quite rich, you know. You'll have a taste of luxury."
Valerie sobbed. "I won't do it. Really, Julia, I won't do it. I've had enough."
Julia would not relent. Valerie continued to resist, and in the end Valerie's worst fears were realized. Julia called in Otto.
"You need to be punished," Julia said. "I won't have you being stubborn."
In Julia's office, the door locked to ensure privacy, Valerie was forced to bend over the arm of a leather chair. Julia lifted Valerie's dress and pulled Valerie's panties down to expose her ass.
Otto came around to hold Valerie's shoulders. Valerie's closed her eyes and moaned. The next moment Julia's black belt came slashing down on Valerie's ass-cheeks. The belt with the metal studs. A wailing sound came out of Valerie's throat. Julia handed Valerie's panties to Otto.
"Stuff these in her mouth. I thought I had the little slut domesticated."
The whipping continued. Valerie was in agony. She cared nothing for the humiliation now. It was the pain that was horrible. Julia was always pitiless when she whipped Valerie herself. She behaved like a demon, her eyes glowing as the red welts appeared on Valerie's smooth white ass.
After she finished whipping Valerie, Julia told Otto he could fuck her.
"You can have her ass," Julia said. "You can make her bleed, for all I care."
Half-naked, Valerie blubbered at them. Otto brought his huge cock out and Valerie had to lubricate it with her mouth to save her ass. The more saliva she could get on his cock, the less he would hurt her. Otto and Julia laughed at her frantic attempts to coat his prick with her saliva. She sucked his cock-knob, pulling the juice out of the slit in his fat prick.
"She's hungry for cock," Julia said. "Go on, Valerie, bend over and show Otto where you want him."
Valerie bent again. This time to get fucked. Was it worse than the whipping? Yes, it was. She was more afraid of Otto. She was certain his huge cock could kill her. Or at least ruin her insides. Otto left her no time to think. He grabbed her ass-cheeks with his big hands and slowly squeezed his cock inside her shit-hole.
She made a gargling sound through the panties in her mouth. All her attention fixed on her rear, on Otto's hot throbbing cock stretching her ass. Her ass-hole was no longer tight. Julia had seen to that. A dozen sessions with Julia's dildo had made Valerie's ass-hole open and receptive. Even to a cock as large as Otto's. She could take a prick like that now. There was still a good deal of pain and a threat of damage, but she could take him.
Julia taunted Valerie. The older woman watched the sliding of Otto's huge cock in Valerie's ass. She described to Valerie the appearance of her ass-hole.
"Like a big wide-open mouth," Julia said. "Streaks of brown on his cock. You're not too clean, Valerie. You get to wash his cock with your tongue when he's finished."
Valerie suddenly came. She couldn't help it. The obscene image of her shit on Otto's cock started the trembling and shuddering, the spasms in her cunt that boiled over into a tremendous orgasm. At the end she lost control and stared pissing on herself. Julia saw it. The older woman laughed and stuck her fingers in Valerie's gasping mouth.
"She's getting off on it," Julia said. "She's a clever little slut."
* * *
The next day, Valerie was delivered to Margaret Halsey at her home by Otto. Margaret welcomed Valerie with a smile. "I hope you're not disappointed to see me again."
Julia had warned Valerie to behave herself. Valerie did not tell Margaret how much she hated being there. Valerie's heart sank as Otto left. Now she was alone in the Halsey house. Alone with an uncertain future.
The Halsey mansion was huge. Valerie had always been impressed by wealth. Now she found herself completely awed. No wonder Julia St. Dennis treated Mrs. Halsey with such deference.
Within the hour, Valerie met the rest of the Halsey family. Eliot Halsey was in his fifties, a successful banker with gray hair and a bored look on his face. The Halsey daughter, Denise, was Valerie's age. She looked spoiled. Valerie was soon to learn how mean Denise was. And then the son. Sherwood Halsey was a few years older than Denise. He seemed amused by Valerie's presence in the house. Valerie had the impression the elder Halsey thought his son was a fool and a wastrel.
Before dinner, Margaret came to Valerie's room. "Do you have everything you need?" Margaret said.
Valerie nodded. "Yes, I think so." Valerie knew her room was one of the servants' rooms. The maids were already looking at her with a mixture of puzzlement and disdain.
Then Margaret began questioning Valerie about her doings with Julia. "I'm sure she's had you doing all sorts of things. Isn't that true?"
Valerie blushed. "Yes, I suppose so."
"Oh, come now, don't be shy," Margaret said with a chuckle. "I know Julia quite well. And what I don't know about her, I can guess. I'm sure she has you do some tricks in the bathroom. What does she do with you? Does she do her business on you. Does she shit on you?"
Valerie could feel the pounding of her heart. "She's never done that." It was true. Irene had been exaggerating about Julia.
"Then what?" Margaret said. "Then I suppose you must clean her. Is that it?"
Valerie knew it was useless to hold anything back. Sooner or later Margaret would get everything out of her.
"Yes," she said.
Margaret smiled. "How nice. I think I want a demonstration. Come along to my bathroom, darling."
"Please, I don't..."
"You mustn't be foolish now. I think Julia gave you your instructions."
Would Margaret whip her if she disobeyed? Maybe it would be something worse. Valerie suspected that Margaret was capable of much more cruelty than Julia. She went along with the older woman to her bedroom.
Margaret locked the door and coaxed Valerie into the adjoining bathroom. Margaret's eagerness was evident. She patted Valerie's ass.
"Now tell me all about what Julia does with you."
Valerie had to do it. Margaret forced her to describe how Julia would shit in the toilet and then bend over to have Valerie clean her ass. Margaret's eyes glittered as she listened.
"All right, we'll do that. Next time we'll vary it a bit, but this time we'll find out what you've learned."
And so Margaret sat down on the toilet and started shitting. Valerie had to stand nearby and watch it. Margaret seemed to enjoy the intimacy. She chuckled when she farted.
"That's my poop saying hello. Stick your tongue out, darling. Keep it stuck out."
Valerie felt so foolish with her tongue protruding out of her mouth. Her legs were trembling. In a few moments her tongue would be cleaning Margaret's ass-hole. It's not like it's the first time, Valerie thought. But it was the first time with Margaret. She was a slave, and now she had a new mistress. Her shame and humiliation and loathing were as intense as ever.
When Margaret finished on the toilet, she made Valerie sit on the bathroom floor. Straddling Valerie's legs, Margaret backed her ass into Valerie's face.
"Don't miss anything," Margaret said with a snicker.
Valerie used her hands to pry apart Margaret's ass-cheeks. The older woman had a full, round ass. Her ass-hole gaped a bit from the recent shitting. Valerie set about cleaning it with her tongue, lapping up and down and then closing her lips over her puckered ass-hole to suck it. Margaret mewled with pleasure. She squirmed her ass on Valerie's upturned face. When Valerie was finished with Margaret's ass-hole, Margaret shifted backwards and told Valerie to suck her cunt. Valerie had no choice. She had Margaret's pussy on her mouth. Margaret's steaming, smelly cunt. Valerie's nose pressed against Margaret's ass-hole as she fluttered her tongue inside the older woman's pussy.
"That's lovely," Margaret said.
Valerie was overwhelmed by the woman's raunchy cunt. The wetness of it, the juices dripping on her tongue. She tried to keep her nose away from Margaret's ass, but Margaret wouldn't have it.
"Get it inside," Margaret said. "I want your nose in my ass."
Filled with loathing, Valerie pushed her nose inside Margaret's ass as she tongue-fucked Margaret's cunt-hole. With both holes tickled and her clit rubbed by her own fingers, Margaret soon climaxed and delivered a froth of white cunt-juice on Valerie's face.
"That's the best I've had in a long time," Margaret said. "I'm going to enjoy every minute that you're here."
But as Valerie soon learned, she would have more than Margaret Halsey on her hands while she was in the Halsey house.
After the session in Margaret's bathroom, Margaret had one of the maids bring a large box with some things for Valerie to wear.
"We'll dress you for dinner," Margaret said with a laugh.
She patted Valerie's face. Valerie had been allowed to wash her face, but now she wore no make-up. Margaret offered Valerie the use of her cosmetics.
"Paint your lips bright-red," Margaret said. "I'll remember those lips doing my poop."
The clothes in the box turned out to be what Valerie feared. A bondage costume. Chains and restraints and clips to pinch her flesh. There was something new that Valerie hadn't seen before. A special bit to be worn in the mouth. like a horse.
"You'll be a smash hit," Margaret chuckled.
Valerie understood now that she would be brought down to the rest of the Halsey family wearing the bondage gear.
Margaret enjoyed herself as she dressed Valerie. She pulled the leather waist-cincher as tight as possible. She teased Valerie as she clipped her nipples and cunt lips.
"Julia told me how much you enjoy these," Margaret said.
Valerie shuddered. "It's not true!"
Laughing, Margaret pulled at one of the nipple clips to test its effect. Valerie immediately groaned at the sharp pain.
Then came a long cape to cover Valerie's body.
"For the time being," Margaret said. "Of course, you won't be at the table with us. But I want you standing by."
After Margaret was satisfied with Valerie's appearance, she unhooked the cape and put it aside. She made Valerie walk back and forth to show the jiggling of her ass and tits. Because of the five-inch heels on the black boots she wore, Valerie was now taller than Margaret. But she was completely helpless. She had her wrists cuffed together behind her back and the clips on her nipples and cunt lips could be pulled at any time to cause her extreme pain.
Margaret brought a tube of Ben-Gay out of the bathroom and smirked at Valerie. "Have you made friends with this?"
Valerie was puzzled. "I don't know what you mean."
"Then you'll find out in a moment."
Margaret squeezed out some of the ointment on one of her fingers. She came close to Valerie, pressed against her side and slid the finger into Valerie's asscrack. In a moment Margaret's ointment-covered finger pushed inside Valerie's ass-hole. "Everyone has their amusements," Margaret said softly. "My enjoyment is to see pretty girls suffer." And then Valerie moaned in terror as a hot burning pain invaded her ass.
It was worse than anything she could imagine. It felt as though her ass-hole was on fire. She tried tightening her shitter, but that only made it worse. Margaret laughed and pulled her finger out of Valerie's ass. She sat down to watch her slave m her misery.
"Keep standing," Margaret said. "It takes about five minutes before it wears off."
Valerie tried to keep standing, but eventually the burning pain in her ass drove her down. She groveled at Margaret's feet, begged her to wash the ointment out of her ass. Margaret refused.
"You'll have it whenever you disobey," Margaret said. "I don't like whipping a slave. I think this is much more effective."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Open it," Eliot Halsey said.
They were alone in the library. Valerie sat opposite him in an easy chair. She still wore the bondage gear, but her hands were free. The bit was firmly secured in her mouth and her jaws hurt. Her legs were spread wide and Halsey's gaze was fixed on her cunt. She did what he wanted. Using her fingers, she pried her cunt lips apart to show him the inside of her pussy.
Halsey smiled. He seemed amused by the whole thing, as if having a slave girl in his house was something unexpected. Valerie had learned it wasn't. She'd learned she wasn't the first. The Halseys liked to keep themselves entertained. They could usually buy what they wanted. And when they couldn't, they could always depend on someone to provide what they wanted in exchange for their favors. This time it was Julia who had provided Valerie.
Halsey made Valerie leave the chair. "Walk around," he said. "You're nice to look at. Just walk back and forth."
Valerie left the chair and walked. She had to be careful because of the extremely high heels. She did not want to stumble. It was bad enough to be humiliated like this without making a further fool of herself. She prayed that soon he would remove the bit from her mouth. Her jaws were stiff. It was hard to swallow her saliva and she was terribly uncomfortable.
She was used to the clips on her nipples and cunt lips now. There was hardly any pain unless someone pulled at them. Denise had done that towards the end of dinner. The little bitch had been eager to see Valerie in pain.
Halsey liked her body. Valerie could see it in his eyes. She knew she looked good. She had nice legs. Her tits bounced as she walked. She remembered how Sherwood Halsey had found it hard to keep his eyes off her tits as he ate his dinner.
Suddenly she saw that Eliot Halsey had something in his hand. A long stick of some kind with a box near the handle. Valerie trembled as she recognized what it was. An electric prod. She had seen one of those things on television. She had seen it used to prod animals. like me, she thought. Eliot Halsey intended to prod her as though she were an animal!
She was right, of course. The next time she approached him, he made her stop. He pointed the prod at her.
"Come closer," he said.
He had his eyes fixed on her belly and pussy, on the clips attached to her cunt lips.
She was deathly afraid of him now. She had a suspicion he might even be meaner than his wife. Trembling, she moved closer to him, close enough for him to touch her with the prod if he wanted to.
She moaned at him through the bit in her mouth. He chuckled and told her to bend down. He loosened the bit and removed it from her mouth.
"Please don't hurt me," she said. He smiled. "Are you afraid."
"Yes."
She was afraid of all of them. The dinner had been awful. The way she had stood there on display for them. The way they talked about her. They were all fiends and she hated them.
Halsey suddenly touched her with the electric prod. At the top of her pussy-slit, right above her clit. A buzz went through her pussy and she gasped and jumped away.
He laughed. Holding the prod with one hand, he opened his robe with the other and brought out his cock. "Turn around and show me your ass."
When she did that, he told her to spread her legs and bend forward. He ordered her to pull her ass-cheeks apart to show her ass-hole.
She was nothing to him. Just a toy. Everything she had belonged to him. He could look at her ass-hole any time he felt like it.
"When was the last time you were with a man?" he said.
She remembered the day before with Otto. In Julia's office. "Yesterday," she said.
"Did he have your ass?"
"Yes."
"Hold still now. Don't move."
She suddenly felt the end of the prod against her ass-hole. She moaned. Halsey pushed. She opened her ass. She was afraid he would hurt her if she resisted. He gave her an inch of the prod, then another inch. Then he turned the current on. First a buzzing, then a tingling. Then a deep groan came out of her throat as she suddenly started coming. She quaked. She quivered. The orgasm ripped through her pussy and left her shaking. Halsey laughed and pulled the prod out of her ass.
"There are places in the world where the police use this thing on the women. Nice, isn't it?"
"It's horrible."
"But you came."
Still holding her ass-cheeks apart, she whimpered. "I couldn't help it."
"Turn around and suck my cock."
She was eager for it. Anything to avoid the electric prod. She went down on her knees in front of him. He had a long thin prick with a red knob. She licked his cockhead, the flared rim and then his pisshole. Squeezing the spongy flesh with her fingers, she tickled his pisshole with the tip of her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, his red cockhead, the long shank of his prick. Tightening her lips around his cockshaft, she began bobbing her head up and down.
Halsey grunted. "That's good. Just like that. Margaret could take lessons from you, honey. Twenty years married and she's never learned how to give a man a decent blowjob. Up and down. Up and down. Hold my balls. I get it in the office. I have a girl come in after lunch twice a week. Cute little girl with hardly any tits. All she does is suck cock. like a vacuum cleaner. She sucks my brains out."
She tried to make him come. If she could get his load in her mouth, maybe he would send her away. She jerked and twisted his balls and pumped his cock with her mouth. But after a while he told her he didn't want to come, and he pushed her away.
He made her sit in the easy chair again. She had to drape her legs over the arms to expose her crotch. Seating himself in a chair in front of her, he tickled the insides of her thighs with the prod and told her to shift her hips forward so he could look at her ass-hole again.
"You have an attractive little cunt," he said. "And a nice ass-hole, too. The last girl we had was a little too sloppy for me."
"Mr. Halsey."
"What?"
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Not now. Tell me what you did with Margaret. Did you suck her off?"
Valerie quivered. "Yes."
"She-likes that. She'd rather have a girl suck her cunt than a man. She says they're better. She tried boys once, but she-likes the girls more. What else? What else did she make you do?"
Valerie blushed. "Something not very nice."
"Tell me."
He teased the flaps of her pussy with the prod. She trembled with fear that he would turn the current on and hurt her.
"She made me eat her ass."
Halsey chuckled. "Yes, of course. She loves that. Some of the girls who come here like doing it, too. Maybe you're one of them."
"I hate it!"
He chuckled again. He dropped the prod down to her ass-hole and teased her with it.
"Sweet little berry," he said. "I'd like to watch you shit sometime. It's always nice to watch a pretty girl shit. I'll let you shit in my hand."
"Please, Mr. Halsey."
"What?"
"Please fuck me."
"Not now."
He poked her ass-hole more firmly with the prod. She begged him not to do it. She begged him not to prod her ass-hole and turn the current on. He laughed at her. Leaning forward, he put the gag back in her mouth and tightened it. Now she couldn't talk. She was totally helpless. Trembling with fear, her tongue clamped by the gag, she watched his every move.
He speared her ass-hole. This time he gave her more then two inches. Her eyes bulging with terror, she watched as inch after inch of the prod pushed inside her shitter.
Halsey seemed fascinated by the sight of her ass-hole accepting the prod. He muttered under his breath. His thumb made contact with a button in the handle. The next moment, Valerie shuddered as the electric current buzzed through her shit-hole.
It was not like anything she had ever experienced before. Certainly not like having a cock in her ass. She started coming. First it was a small orgasm. Then another one, more intense. The third orgasm was like a bolt of white heat in her ass and cunt. Her body shaking from head to toe, she lost control and started pissing. The hot piss squirted out of her pussy to drench the prod in her ass.
When Halsey finally pulled the prod out of her shitter, Valerie was a wreck.
"Down on the floor," he said. "Lie down on your back."
She moved like a robot. She had no willpower anymore. He could do anything he wanted and she would not resist. When he had her stretched out on the floor, he loosened the gag and removed it from her mouth.
She watched him as he slipped his robe off. He was in good shape for a man his age, a wiry athletic body, that long cock dangling over a pair of low-hanging heavy balls.
He brought something out of a drawer and showed it to her. A pair of needle-nosed pliers.
"My little toy," he said. "It's a marvel what you can do with something as simple as this."
Facing her feet as he straddled her body, he squatted over her head and told her to suck his balls.
He dipped lower to get his nuts rubbing over her lips. She opened her mouth to take one egg. She could smell his ass. She could see the hairs growing around his puckered ass-hole. She busied herself sucking the ball in her mouth and then she screamed when she felt a sudden sharp pain in one of her nipples.
The needle-nosed pliers. He was using them to pinch her nipple.
"Keep sucking," he said. "Get both balls in your mouth. And try to be careful, will you? If you do something nasty, I might rip your nipples off." He laughed and pinched her nipple again to make her groan.
He kept her at it for a good five minutes. What he wanted was the feel of her moaning around his balls. The clips were still on her nipples, but he simply avoided them and used the pliers. The pain was agonizing. Much worse then anything she had experienced before. Her jaws hurt because she had to keep them wide-open to take both balls. Each time he pinched one of her nipples with the pliers, she moaned in a frenzy around his dangling nuts.
"You're good," he said. "You're a charming little masochist, my dear."
Valerie groaned. Was she really a masochist? The idea shocked her.
After a while he put the pliers away and pulled his balls out of her mouth. He twisted her nipples with his fingers and told her they were swollen.
"Nothing serious," he said. "Now do my ass, will you? Let's find out how good you are."
He shifted forward a bit to get his ass-hole over her mouth. He was still squatting, supporting himself with his hands on the edge of a table. Easing his weight down on his knees, he settled his ass on her face and told her to suck his shit-hole.
"People don't understand," he said. "They've got all the wrong ideas about what's important. This is what's important, girl. My ass on your face. Your tongue in my ass-hole. Do you taste my shit? Every dollar I've ever made, I made for this. Suck it, girl. Suck my shitty ass!"
She licked his assbud. She twirled her tongue over the hairs circling his ass-ring and then tickled the hole itself. She thought maybe Margaret Halsey was right. There were two kinds of people, those who gave orders and those who took them, and here she was taking it. She still didn't like it, but maybe it was what she was for.
After thoroughly licking the outside of his ass-hole, she stiffened her tongue and forced it inside his ass-hole. His ass was much tighter than Margaret's. She wondered if he ever fucked Margaret in the ass. She thought she wouldn't mind seeing that. That would be something.
Halsey encouraged her as she worked on his ass-hole. She slurped her tongue in and out, her lips pressed against the nut of his ass-hole, her face surrounded by his ass-cheeks. He squirmed his ass on her head and chuckled.
"You're good at it," he said. "Margaret used to be good at it when she was younger. Now she's too dignified. She says now it's her turn to get it when she wants."
He rocked his ass on Valerie's face. His ass-hole was soft as butter now. She worked her tongue in and out without any trouble. Her nose and mouth and chin were buried in the crack of his ass as she sucked his shit-hole.
After a while he lifted himself off her face. "Get up and bend over that chair," he said. "Show me that ass."
She rose from the floor and did what he wanted. She bent over the easy chair, her hands on the cushion, her legs apart and her ass thrust out.
Halsey moved behind her, fondled her ass-cheeks and ran his fingers inside her cuntslit and asscrack. He tickled her ass-hole, pushed at it with his finger, then slipped the finger inside to the last knuckle.
At least it's not the prod, she thought. Anything was better than that. His finger couldn't hurt her. It felt rather nice. She opened her ass-hole to him and she heard him chuckle with approval.
Then another finger followed the first. Now he had two fingers in her ass. He worked the fingers in and out. She groaned. It felt more like a cock now. The way he twisted his fingers around and around. Stretching her ass-hole.
"You've got a big ass," he said. "Do you like getting it in the butt?"
She moaned. "Yes, sometimes." It was true. In the beginning she'd hated it. But now there were times when it felt good.
"Here comes Halsey," he said with a snicker. The next moment he rammed his cock up her ass. By this time her ass-hole was wide-open, and she took him easily. His long thin cock. His heavy, low-hanging nuts slapping against her cunt. It was good. She knew this was one of the times a cock in her ass would feel good.
His cock buried deep in her ass, he leaned over her and pinched her nipples. The sharp pain in her tits, coupled with the stuffing of her shitter, made her squirm and mewl with pleasure. Pain and pleasure, she thought. She was getting to like it. Halsey seemed to understand all about it. He fucked his cock in her ass as he pinched her flesh.
"You like it," he said with a laugh.
She moaned. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck my ass!"
She loved it. His cock was just the right size for her. Long enough to really get to her insides and thin enough not to hurt her. She could feel more with her ass than with her pussy. Her ass-hole had turned into a lovely cunt.
Then she thought she heard some noise behind her. Was it the door opening? She wasn't sure. She didn't care. All she wanted was Halsey not to stop fucking her. She heard him talking. She groaned as she realized Margaret had come into the room and was now standing near them.
"She seems to be enjoying it," Margaret said.
Her husband agreed. "She's a hot-ass. She went crazy when I gave her the prod. What a sweet little butt."
Margaret laughed. "Easy darling. Don't overtax yourself. You're not as young as you used to be."
"All right, I'll stop."
"No, silly, keep fucking her," Margaret said. She sat down on one of the arms of the chair and stroked Valerie's face. "You've seduced my husband," she teased.
Valerie mewled as Halsey pumped his prick in her ass. Margaret slipped a hand under Valerie's body to find her tits. She pulled at one of the nipple-clips.
"Oh God!" Valerie moaned.
Reaching behind Halsey's ass, Margaret took hold of his balls and gripped them while he continued fucking Valerie. She pulled and twisted his ball-bag and smiled at the pleasure in his face. "Nice, darling?"
Halsey grunted. "Use the pliers on her. Tighten her ass a bit."
In a moment Valerie learned that Margaret knew all about how to use the needle-nose pliers. Margaret worked on her as though she was a piece of machinery. She pinched Valerie's nipples and tits with the pliers and immediately the pain made Valerie tighten her ass around Halsey's sliding cock.
"That's good," Halsey said through clenched teeth. "That's just right."
Despite herself, Valerie suddenly had an orgasm. She groaned and shuddered, her ass gyrating against Halsey's belly.
The Halseys were amused. Margaret slipped out of her robe. "What a lovely slut she is!" she said. "Fuck me now, Eliot. Watching all this has put me in the mood for it."
Halsey pulled his cock out of Valerie's ass and-pushed her away. In a moment Margaret had replaced Valerie, the older woman bending to offer her ass just as Valerie had done. Halsey pinched his wife's meaty ass and chuckled. He quickly drilled his cock deep inside her dark shit-hole.
Crouched on the floor, Valerie watched them fuck. She found it exciting. She could still feel Halsey's cock in her ass. Watching him fuck his wife was a turn-on. Margaret's ass-hole sucked on his sliding prick each time he pulled back. Margaret obviously enjoyed having a cock in her ass. She rolled her hips in her pleasure, her tits hanging and swinging back and forth. She's a hot bitch, Valerie thought. Her fingers in her cunt, she masturbated as she watched the Halseys.
Then she suddenly wanted more. She wanted to be part of it. Crawling behind Halsey, she nuzzled his asscrack. He grunted with approval as Valerie pulled his ass-cheeks apart and started tonguing his ass-hole.
"That's it, girl. Suck my ass!"
When Halsey came in his wife's ass, Valerie had her tongue inside his shitter. She felt the contractions of his ass-hole as the jism spurted out of his prick. She quivered at the feel of it.
After Halsey pulled his cock out of Margaret's ass, Margaret wanted Valerie to suck her. "Suck my ass-hole, pet. Suck out whatever you can find in there."
Valerie moved to carry out the obscene act. She knelt behind Margaret. The older woman pulled her ass-cheeks apart to expose her recently fucked ass-hole. Some of Halsey's jism was already leaking out of the woman's stretched ass. Closing her lips over the hole, Valerie started sucking.
Margaret squirmed, pushing her ass back at Valerie's face. Finally Margaret pulled away and told Valerie to get down on the floor with her face turned up. When Valerie did that, Margaret squatted over Valerie's face so the rest of her husband's jism could drip out of her ass-hole and into Valerie's open mouth.
"Have some refreshment," Margaret said with a laugh.
She started pissing. The hot piss gushed out of her pussy to flood Valerie's face and neck and tits. Valerie was drenched. She pulled her mouth away from Margaret's ass-hole.
Margaret squirmed her ass and said, "Here's some more, darling."
Horrified, her eyes fixed on Margaret's ass-hole, Valerie watched her dark ass-ring open to show the beginning of a turd. With a sound of pleasure, Margaret pushed until the turd squeezed out of her ass to drop on Valerie's neck.
Valerie was horrified. She found herself unable to move. Her eyes remained glued to Margaret's ass-hole. She watched the next turd come out. The woman's ass-hole opening like a dark mouth. The brown shit squeezing out of her ass like a huge sausage. Then dropping like a bomb, this time hitting Valerie's chin. Valerie's senses reeled with the hot smell of Margaret's shit.
Eliot Halsey chuckled. "It looks like we're having a party," he said.
Holding his prick with his fingers, he pissed on his wife's ass as she continued shitting on Valerie.
CHAPTER SIX
Denise was amused. "Go on, kiss my feet," she said.
They were in Denise's bedroom. Valerie had been in the Halsey house a week, but this was the first time she'd been alone with Denise. She had brought Denise coffee on a tray. Then Denise demanded that Valerie be more than a mere servant. Denise wanted evidence of Valerie's bondage.
Valerie went down on her knees. Denise chuckled and slipped one foot out of a high-heeled slipper. The blonde wriggled her toes. "Go on."
Valerie kissed Denise's foot. She ran her lips over the instep and then down to her pink toes. Denise laughed, then raised her foot so Valerie could kiss the sole.
"You're a cute slavey," Denise said. "They're not always as pretty as you. But don't let it go to your head. If you do you'll regret it. Now suck my toes."
Valerie did what the blonde wanted. First one foot and then the other. She sucked each toe between her lips, wetting the soft pink skin with her saliva. Denise giggled whenever Valerie's tongue tickled her.
"Tell me about what you do with my parents," Denise said. "I bet you're a clever little bitch when you're with them. Do they whip you?"
Valerie looked up. "Yes."
"And all the other things, right? I know my mother. I know how kinky she is. What does she make you do?"
Valerie was forced to reveal all the horrible things she did with Mr. and Mrs. Halsey. "I do it all," Valerie said.
Denise was delighted to hear about her parents. "Do you like sucking my father's cock?"
Valerie trembled. She did not want to anger this girl. "Yes, sometimes."
"I bet you do. I bet you love having his funky prick in your mouth. Do you suck his balls, too? A girl we had here once told me he was crazy about having his balls sucked. His moldy old nuts. Are they big? Does my father have big balls?"
Valerie nodded. "Yes."
Denise laughed. She had a thoroughbred body, long blonde hair and long legs. She wore a blue silk robe. Leaning back on the bed, she kept one foot extended to run her toes over Valerie's mouth.
Then Denise pushed Valerie away with her foot. Valerie tumbled to the floor and Denise smirked.
"Your tits are too big," Denise said. "You look like a cow."
Valerie still had her clothes on. But the sweater she wore was tight enough to show the size of her tit-globes. She thought Denise might be jealous. Anyone could see Denise had small tits.
After that Denise rose from the bed. Smiling at Valerie, she opened her robe and slipped it off. "I'll let you look at me," the blonde said.
She did have small tits. Her nipples were pink and pointed. Her ass was small also, and it looked as hard as a boy's. But she was very beautiful. Valerie thought the blonde's streamlined body was exquisite.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Denise said.
Valerie nodded. "Yes."
Denise snickered. She slipped a hand between her legs and felt her pussy. "I'm wet," she said. "When you sucked my toes, it turned me on. Maybe you'd better suck my pussy too."
She moved forward to stand over Valerie. When she opened her cunt lips, Valerie could see how wet she was. Valerie felt a twinge of excitement. She still hated being a slave, but Denise was so beautiful it got to her. Valerie found herself thrilled at the idea of sucking the blonde's cunt.
Denise remained standing. She straddled Valerie, moved her legs apart and crouched a bit to make her crotch accessible. Valerie turned her face up, and in a moment Denise had her wet cunt positioned on Valerie's open mouth.
"Lick my pussy," Denise said in an excited whisper. "Show me what a nice little pussycat you are."
Valerie licked and sucked. Denise's juices spilled into her mouth. The blonde had a sweet little cunt. Nothing like her mother's twat. Margaret's cunt was raunchy. Denise had a lovely pink pussy and Valerie found herself enjoying it.
Denise slipped a hand down to the top of her cunt-slit and began rubbing herself as Valerie continued working.
"Stick your tongue inside," she said. She groaned and rubbed her clit with two fingers when she felt Valerie's tongue inside her cunt-hole.
After a while Denise came. She pumped her crotch against Valerie's mouth. A gush of thick cunt-juice poured out of her. Valerie lapped and sucked and swallowed. She was holding Denise's ass now. Those firm little ass-cheeks. She had an urge to suck the blonde's ass. Denise was so beautiful. Then suddenly Denise began pissing. She pressed her cunt against Valerie's open-mouth and laughed as the hot piss flowed over Valerie's tongue.
"You're good," Denise said. "No wonder my mother-likes you so much."
Afterward, Denise announced she was taking Valerie to a party.
"I want to see their eyes pop out," Denise said with a laugh. "None of the slavies are ever as pretty as you." Then she added: "You ought to be flattered."
The blonde ordered Valerie to strip. Now wearing her robe again, Denise watched Valerie drop her clothes. Valerie didn't mind. These days she was used to being naked in front of people. She was sorry Denise had put her robe back on. She liked looking at the blonde's body.
"Golly, look at those tits," Denise said with a chuckle. "And they've got you clipped, too. Don't the clips hurt?"
Valerie blushed. "I suppose I'm used to them."
"I love girls with big tits. That doesn't make me a dyke, does it? Hold them up. Show me how they bounce around. God, what a pair of milkers!
Valerie was forced to amuse Denise with her tits. After that, the blonde wanted to use her own hands. She hefted and bounced Valerie's tits. Then she twisted the nipple-clips and made Valerie cry out. "Turn around and bend over," Denise said. "Show me what you've got."
Valerie turned and bent to show her ass and cunt. She was a bit embarrassed about her ass-hole. She was worried that maybe it looked ugly now. All the stretching. Eliot used her ass all the time. Even Margaret did-with her fingers. Margaret liked to stick three fingers in Valerie's ass and make her come that way.
Denise amused herself with Valerie. She teased Valerie about her ass-hole and cunt-hole. "I'm sure Daddy fucks your ass."
She ran a fingertip around Valerie's shit-hole and then slipped her finger inside.
"If you're dirty, I'll make you lick my finger clean."
When Denise pulled her finger out of Valerie's ass, she claimed there was shit on it. Valerie had to turn and suck the blonde's finger. Denise was fascinated. She watched the operation intently, her eyes fixed on Valerie's sucking lips.
"Do they make you do this? You said you clean their asses. Do they make you eat your own shit?"
"Yes."
"You're a slob. Big tits and a sloppy ass-hole. God, what a slut!" The blonde's insults made Valerie quiver.
When she was through cleaning Denise's finger, she looked at the girl's lap. Denise chuckled.
"Do you want to suck my pussy again."
"If you want."
"I don't want. It's time to get you dressed. We're still going to that party and I want you dressed up."
The dressing up made Valerie apprehensive. She wore hardly anything. High heels, a red garter belt, dark nylons. Denise put a rubber plug in Valerie's ass and tied the straps of the plug so it couldn't fall out. Then a leather collar and a chain leash. It was obvious to Valerie what kind of party it would be. She prayed she would survive it. The idea of appearing before a group of strangers with a plug in her ass and a dog-collar around her neck horrified her.
"You look marvelous," Denise said. "You can wear one of my capes until we get there. We don't want the chauffeur to see you, do we?"
Denise slipped into a red satin jumpsuit and a pair of black boots with stiletto heels. Valerie watched the blonde paint her face. Tonight she owns me, Valerie thought. She thought about the party again and trembled.
At last they left the house. Denise held the leash and led Valerie out to the family limo. But before they climbed in, Denise stopped and smiled at Valerie. "Maybe you'd better do your business first. like a good little doggie."
Back into the house they went. Valerie was crushed. She felt so helpless as Denise led her to one of the downstairs bathrooms. Valerie had to sit on the toilet while Denise held the leash and smirked at her.
"Hurry up!"
Valerie forced herself to pee. She was thankful Denise wasn't as kinky as her mother. like Julia, Margaret sometimes amused herself by having Valerie do things in a pot. Pissing and shitting. But maybe sooner or later Denise would make her do it too. And shit on her the way Margaret did. Valerie quivered as she thought of watching beautiful Denise's ass-hole stretch open to yield a big turd.
Finally they were seated beside each other in the rear of the limousine. Valerie was miserable. The dog-collar and leash made her feel like Denise's toy poodle. Denise was aware and amused herself by teasing Valerie.
"You're a slavey," Denise said. "Mother always finds them. I suppose she has a nose for it. She's bored with Father and she needs her little slavies. Did you like when I peed in your mouth? I think you like that, don't you?"
Valerie disagreed. "I don't like it all, I think it's filthy."
Denise laughed. "Oh, you did like it, I can tell. You're a potty-girl."
Maybe she's right, Valerie thought. Maybe this is what I am. She wondered how many others like her there were in the city. Slave girls like herself. Girls pushed to do unspeakable things. She remembered the taste of Denise's piss. The sharp salty taste. The golden flood out of the blonde's pink pussy. I'd like to have her do it in my mouth again, Valerie thought suddenly. Then she was shocked at herself. How twisted she had become. They had turned her into an animal.
At last the trip was over. They climbed out of the limo. Denise held the leash and led Valerie into a building and then to an elevator. Valerie was thankful they saw no one except the doorman. The elevator was private and went straight up to the penthouse.
"These are my good friends," Denise said. "Just remember to behave yourself."
Behave myself how? Valerie thought. In a few moments she was led through a door and into a noisy crowd.
Greetings to Denise. People calling out to her. Then staring at Valerie. She was thankful for the cape. All they saw so far was a woman in a cape wearing a dog-collar and leash. At least she wasn't naked. Not yet.
Denise didn't bother to introduce Valerie to anyone. She simply pulled her around from one group to another. The people seemed to understand. They stared at Valerie, but no one said hello. No one asked her name. She was there on the end of a leash. The wrong end.
But Valerie could tell she was a hit. She could see it in the faces. The curiosity. The amusement. They knew what she was. Sometimes she caught them whispering to Denise about her. Denise never whispered.
"She's my new slavey," she said to someone. "Come on, Valerie, sit on the floor like a nice little doggie. Sit down before someone gets the wrong idea."
Valerie had to sit. She crouched, and then she sat directly on the floor at Denise's feet. A crowd gathered. They smiled down at her. They made comments to Denise.
"She's like a puppy," one woman said. "Does she do anything you want?"
Denise laughed. "What do you think."
"What's under the cape?" someone else asked.
Denise laughed again. She said they had to wait and see. Later they would see what the puppy had.
"Show us now, Denise. Show us the puppy."
"She's not a puppy, she's a girl."
"Show us."
Valerie was mortified. And strangely excited. The way they looked at her. The lust in their eyes. They knew what she was. Everyone of them knew. She trembled and kept her eyes lowered. Then Denise pulled at the leash and told her to stand.
"Up, little doggie."
When Valerie was on her feet, Denise told Valerie to open the cape. Valerie blushed and quivered. She parted the folds of the cape to show her body. Her billowing tits. The clips on her dark nipples. Her cunt-bush. Her long nylon-covered legs.
Some of the women were amused by the nipple-clips. "She's not a novice," someone said. "They don't seem to bother her."
"Pull at them a little and they'll bother her, all right."
"Can I touch her, Denise?"
Denise said yes. The woman smiled, took one of the nipple-clips between her fingers and carefully turned it. Valerie rolled her head to the side and moaned.
"Yes, she feels it," the woman said.
She let go of the clip and dropped her hand to Valerie's belly. She stroked the lower part of Valerie's belly and then slipped her fingers between Valerie's cunt lips.
"Nice," the woman said with a chuckle, "nice little doggie. She's wet. Open, sweetie. Let me get my fingers inside." And the next moment the woman had two fingers sliding deep inside Valerie's dripping cunt.
After that Denise asked someone to bring a cucumber. Valerie quivered. The woman's fingers were gone, but she understood what Denise intended. She whimpered as Denise unhooked the cape, pulled it away and handed it to someone. Now Valerie was completely uncovered. They could see the plug in her ass. They made jokes about it. They complimented Denise.
"She's a beauty, Denise."
Then the cucumber arrived, thick and long. Maybe ten inches long. Valerie was afraid.
Denise handed the cuke to Valerie and told her to stick it in her cunt.
"All of it," Denise said. "Show them what a stretchable pussy you've got."
Valerie had to squat a bit. She told herself to forget the audience. She'd never do it if she thought about them. She was thankful her pussy was wet. She told herself the cuke was really no bigger than Otto's cock. She wondered about Otto. She wondered what Julia was doing now. With a soft grunt, she slowly pushed the cucumber inside her gaping cunt-hole.
They loved it. "She's got it all, every damn inch!"
They made her remain in position, half-squatting, the end of the cucumber protruding from her pussy. Then Denise told her to pull it out.
"Bring yourself off," Denise said. "Fuck yourself with it."
Valerie did it. She pulled the cucumber halfway out and then pushed it inside again. In and out. In and out. With a slight corkscrewing motion. She forgot about them. The leering face. She fucked herself with the cucumber and pretended they weren't there.
"Golly, what a cunt," someone said. "She no looks like she could take a horse."
"Maybe she does."
"Jealous, Louise?"
"I should think you're the one to be jealous. You can't match that cucumber, can you?"
After a while they wanted more. Valerie had to pull the cucumber out of her cunt and bend over to show her ass. They talked about the plug in her ass-hole. Then Denise pulled the plug out and they made jokes about how Valerie's ass-hole gaped like a big empty cavern. They wanted the big cavern filled. Denise made her stick the cuke in her ass. By this time Valerie was in a daze of self-loathing and excitement. Someone helped her. She kept one hand on the cuke as it pushed inside her ass. Yes, it was like Otto's cock. like a big fat cock in her ass. Stroking in and out. Her ass-hole stretched wide-open before everyone's eyes. She thought about them watching her and she came. She couldn't help it. She quivered and shuddered and cried out.
They laughed when they realized what was happening. Denise laughed, too. She screwed the cucumber deep inside Valerie's ass and told her to keep it there. She watched Valerie have another orgasm and then she pulled the cuke out of Valerie's ass and told Valerie to suck it clean.
"She's good at sucking," Denise said. "She can't get enough of it."
Valerie sucked the cucumber. She moved it in and out of her mouth as though it was a large cock. With her eyes closed, it felt just like a prick. She could taste her ass. She had to keep her jaws wide-open and whatever was on the cucumber dripped down her throat.
After that, some of the men demanded attention. They had their cocks out. They stroked their pricks as they watched Valerie suck the cucumber. "I've got something better than a cucumber," one of the men said.
"Silly boy."
"Mine spits."
"Maybe she won't like it."
"She had better like it. If she doesn't, I think Denise will know how to punish her."
Denise told Valerie to get on her knees and service them. Valerie went down without a word. She was glad to get the cucumber out of her mouth. She was happy the rug was thick enough to protect her knees. She knelt on the rug and waited for someone to step forward and fuck her face.
She had no idea who the men were. In a moment someone was in front of her, his cock sliding between her lips, his prickmeat stuffing her mouth. She sucked without holding back. She no longer cared about being watched. It was easy to forget them. The important thing was the hot prick in her mouth, the taste and feel of it. They were all different.
She pulled at the man's prick with her lips. His cock quickly stiffened in her mouth. Then she held her jaws open and he began fucking his cock in and out of her face, his cockshaft sliding over her tongue, the knob of his prick jabbing at the back of her throat.
She sucked him off. When the time came, he stiffened and grunted and squirted his jism in her mouth. Valerie sucked with relish. She pulled at the tip of his prick with her lips to get the last of it.
She soon had another cock, a fat prick with a long foreskin, the man chuckling as he stroked her ears.
"Eat it, love."
Valerie ate it. She still had some of the previous man's jism in her mouth. Now she rolled the spunk around this man's cockhead. He had a lovely fat cock-knob, spongy and smooth, like a ripe fruit in her mouth. When he finally came, he gave her a nice thick load and she had a small orgasm as she swallowed it down.
She did two more cocks, one of them a long prick curved like a banana. They all shot off in her mouth. Four loads of spunk down her throat. The pungent taste of it on her tongue.
"She's a cute little cocksucker," someone said.
Valerie didn't care. She licked her lips and wished she were alone so she could masturbate.
After that the party moved into full swing. People drinking. People laughing at each other's jokes. Valerie was no longer the center of attention. She was still taunted by some of Denise's friends, her nipples tweaked, her pussy probed, but she tuned her mind out and accepted whatever they did to her. She was thankful Denise let her drink. After a few martinis she saw the crowded room through a haze and she could even be amused that she was the only woman almost completely naked. Some of the women were being fondled, but no one yet had all their clothes off.
That'll come too, she thought with a giggle. She was drunk. She found herself being led out of the room. Where were they taking her? I don't care, she thought. They can take me anywhere. She giggled again when she felt someone's hand on her ass. Then she was inside a room, the door closed and a woman's voice said: "My name is Lulu."
Valerie tried to focus her eyes. Then she remembered. "You're a friend of Denise."
The woman smiled. "That's right."
She was an attractive brunette, maybe thirty-five, with lovely eyes and full tits.
Still smiling, Lulu said. "I'm going to hurt you."
Valerie felt the blood leave her face. She trembled, unsteady on her feet because she was drunk. "Please, I can't stand too much of that."
Lulu shook her head. "That's not what I've heard. In any case, we'll see. Denise says I can have you awhile, and you're going to do everything. I watched you take that cucumber. Have you ever had a fist in your ass?"
Valerie swayed back and forth. "You can't mean that."
"Of course I mean it. But we'll do other things first. We'll get to that later. First I want some head."
She went about peeling her clothes off.
Valerie watched the woman's body appear. Her tits were big, her nipples thick and long. She had a shaved pussy, fat cunt lips and a deep fuck-slit. When she turned, Valerie saw a prominent ass with a dimple in each cheek.
"Do everything," Lulu said. "First my pussy and then my ass. If you don't do a good job, you'll definitely be sorry."
Valerie moved forward. She felt strange. As if something had happened to her. What is it? she thought. Then she realized what it was. She was eager to be used. She was eager to be this woman's slave. She watched Lulu stretch out on the bed and open her legs and she felt hungry for Lulu's cunt and ass.
"Come have a snack," Lulu said.
It was a mean laugh, and it made Valerie quiver even more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Valerie liked Sherwood Halsey. He was always in a pleasant mood. He did not treat her as though she was an animal. He hadn't even fucked her yet. She had been at the Halsey house more than two weeks and Sherwood had done no more than pinch her ass when he passed her in the hall.
Then one day she served him a drink in the billiard room and he said: "I think I'm going to fuck you. Would you like that?"
He was still stroking the cue-stick at a ball. When he finished his shot, he looked at her and Valerie quivered.
"If you want," she said.
Sherwood chuckled. "Yes, I want. Everyone around here gets a piece of you, and now it's my turn."
He took her away to his room and made her strip. He was amused by the welts on her ass. His mother had been whipping her regularly and she had marks on her ass-cheeks. He tapped the clips attached to her nipples.
"I like these tits," he said. "Very motherly. Have you ever had any children?"
Valerie smiled. "Of course not."
"You've got the tits for it."
"Denise says I'm a cow."
"Then I like cows. Do the clips hurt?"
"Sometimes."
"What about when I do this."
"Yes, that hurts."
"I think you like the pain." Valerie blushed. "I don't know. I'm not sure."
He brought his cock out. She hadn't seen it yet and she looked at it with interest. She thought he had a nice prick. She liked the shape of his cockhead. He was still soft, but even as she watched his prick it became bigger. Sherwood smiled at her and told her to get down on her knees.
She was not unhappy about it. The elder Halsey was the only other man in the house and she'd had enough of his tired old cock. Sherwood was young and attractive. He had a lovely prick. His cock-knob was out now, and it made her mouth water.
She took the tip of his prick between her lips, licked his pisshole and then sucked all of his cock-knob between her teeth.
"That's it," Sherwood said.
He palmed her head and started fucking her mouth. Valerie realized what he wanted and remained still. She kept her lips closed around his sliding cockshaft as he moved his prick in and out of her face. , When his cock was completely hard, he pulled it out of her mouth and told her to get on the bed.
"Pull your knees back," he said. "Show me your little cunt."
On her back on the bed, she pulled her knees up to her tits to expose her cunt. He looked down at her. His fingers slowly stroked his swollen prick. "My old man has a good time with you, doesn't he?"
Valerie felt the twitching in her pussy. "Yes."
Sherwood chuckled. He stripped his clothes off. He climbed on the bed, moved directly between her thighs and pushed his cock inside her gaping cunt.
Valerie groaned at the first feel of his cock stuffing her pussy. She raised her legs and draped them over his shoulders. His cock was deep inside her. She grabbed his ass as he started stroking. He was young and strong, and his cock was wonderfully hard. She didn't mind that he looked upon her as a slave. All she thought about now was the lovely feel of his sliding prick.
Sherwood didn't last long. After a few moments he started grunting, and then he slammed deep inside her cunt and shot his load. Valerie rolled her ass around to pull the jism out of his balls. She rubbed her clit against the base of his cock and succeeded in bringing herself off.
"You're a good fuck," Sherwood said.
She could feel his jism oozing out of her cunt-hole. "So are you."
"Your tits turn me on. I'm going to tie them up. Has anyone ever done that."
"No."
He brought some rope. He made her stand. He wound the rope under and around her tits. He tied some knots, and when he was through, her tits were swelled out like melons and looked twice their normal size. Even her nipples were swollen. Now the clips hurt without being touched. She trembled. She'd never been so turned-on in her life. Maybe it was the ropes or maybe it was Sherwood. She didn't know which. All she knew was that her cunt was on fire. She reached for him and grabbed his prick. She kneaded the soft tube with her fingers.
"Let me make this hard again," she said.
His cock had the taste of cunt-juice and jism. She sat on the edge of the bed and he moved forward to get his cock in her mouth. She held his balls with one hand and fondled his nuts with the other hand. He treats me like a lover, she thought. She liked him more than ever now. She liked the feel of his cock in her mouth. She liked the way her tits felt, tied up and swollen like fruit ready to be plucked.
After a while he pushed her down on the bed and fingered her cunt. She kept his cock in her mouth. She opened her thighs wide as he toyed with the clips attached to her cunt flaps.
"Rings are better," he said. "If I had you, Td have a ring put through each lip. I'd have you pierced. Would you like that?"
She trembled under his touch. "Yes, I think I would."
He tickled her ass-hole. She kept the head of his cock in her mouth as she focused her attention on what he was doing. She felt him rubbing her ass-ring. Then his finger was inside. Sliding in without any difficulty. She was so open now. Her ass-hole had become a second cunt.
"Soft little brownie," he said with a chuckle. "Lots of exercise. My father's favorite, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Tighten up. Squeeze my finger." She tightened her ass-hole around his invading finger. "Like that."
"Yes, like that. Do you like it in the ass."
"Sometimes."
He laughed. "I bet you like it all the time. That's true, isn't it?"
She felt herself blushing. "Yes."
His cock was hard again. She sucked his prick-knob, stroked his cockshaft with her fingers. She loved the feel of his meaty prick in her mouth.
After a while, he said he wanted to fuck her again. "Would you like that?"
"Yes. Let me get on my knees. You can do it from behind."
"In your ass?"
"Wherever you like."
She knelt on the mattress with her head down and her ass in the air. He moved behind her and fondled her ass and then her hanging tits. "Do the ropes hurt?"
"No."
"I like your body. I like your ass."
She was excited by him. Each time he touched her, she quivered with excitement. He was certainly different from his father. She liked everything about him.
He rubbed his cockhead against her cunt lips and pushed in. She made a moaning sound as his hard cock filled her cunt-channel. She felt the heat of him. Would he take her ass later? She wanted his hot prick in her shit-hole. She wanted to be possessed by him.
He fucked hard, stroking in and out of her cunt from behind with a sure rhythm. His hands gripping her hips, he slammed in and out of her juice-drenched cunt-hole.
"You're a sweet little fuck," he said. "The more I get of your cunt, the more I like it."
He fucked her awhile, and then he pulled out without coming. She couldn't hide her disappointment. "What is it?" she said.
"Suck my cock again."
"You're something."
"You don't want to?"
"Yes, I want to."
She went down on him again, licked and sucked his juice-coated prick. She could taste her pussy. She fondled his nuts. His balls were swollen, hot and heavy in her hand. His second load. She quivered as she wondered where he would give it to her. In her mouth? She wouldn't mind a load of spunk in her mouth. She moved her lips from his cock to his balls. He went down on his back and pulled his knees up so she could suck his nuts. Sounds of pleasure came out of his throat as she worked her mouth over his bloated ball-bag.
Then she dropped his nuts out of her mouth and fluttered her tongue down to his ass-hole.
"On target," he said with a laugh.
He pulled his knees back to his chest and rolled his ass up to give her more room.
She licked around his ass-ring, wetting his curled cock-hairs. Then she tickled his puckered ass rim, rubbed it with her tongue, back and forth and around until she felt his ass-hole twitching under her tongue-tip. Pressing her lips against his ass-hole, she stiffened her tongue and pushed it inside.
"Bulls-eye," he said. "Work the ass, sweet. That's my glory-hole."
She sucked his ass with abandon. She had done so much of it these past weeks. But this was different. She liked him. She liked giving him pleasure. It turned her on to have his ass-hole twitch and squirm under her lips. She gave him all the tongue she had. She blew saliva inside his ass and then sucked it out again. He groaned. He started talking about how much he liked her. He'd liked her from the first. That first night when his mother had brought her down to dinner. He liked her tits, her fat nipples, her dark-lipped pussy-gash. He liked the way her ass-hole grabbed at whatever was inside it.
"And now I'll fuck it," he said. "Bend over so I can fuck your ass."
She bent over again, her ass in the air, her hands pulling her ass-cheeks apart to show him her ass-hole. She could feel the juice running out of her cunt. She was so turned-on.
He pinched her ass. "Do you need some grease?"
She groaned. "I don't know. Do whatever you want."
He chuckled. He found a tube of K-Y and squeezed some out on his fingers. He rubbed the jelly over her ass-hole and then pushed some inside.
"Open up," he said. "Show me how it puckers."
She pushed her ass-hole out and he snickered.
"Lovely little shit-hole."
"Not so little."
"I like the way it looks."
"I like the idea of you fucking it."
He drilled two fingers in her cunt. She was caught by surprise. She squirmed on his fingers, moaned when he rubbed her clit.
"You're sopping," he said.
"Oh God, fuck my ass!"
Then his cock-knob pushed against her ass-hole and she made a mewling sound. Another push and he was inside, his cock sliding, his hard cockshaft stretching the ring of her ass-hole.
"Nice," he said.
She could feel his excitement. She could hear it in his voice.
Her face pillowed by her forearms, her eyes closed, she concentrated on the feel of his cock in her ass. That lovely knob he had. She imagined his cockhead spreading the walls of her shit-tube. She imagined him watching it, the way his cock speared her ass and stretched it. Would he see her shit on his cock? She hoped he did. Her shit was a token of his possession of her.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Don't stop fucking me!"
* * *
"Sherwood seems to adore you," Margaret Halsey said. "You've been a good influence on him. I'm pleased about that, Valerie, I really am.
Valerie was pleased, too. She had her face buried between Margaret's thighs, her mouth nibbling at Margaret's meaty cunt. By now she knew exactly what Margaret wanted. She would nibble and suck a bit, and then do Margaret's clit with her lips and tongue. At the end, Margaret would piss in Valerie's mouth. Margaret always came when she did that.
Margaret usually had to rub her own clit with her fingers, but when she came the orgasm was always very strong. Valerie knew the pissing turned Margaret on more than the eating.
"I want you to continue with Sherwood," Margaret said.
Valerie stopped sucking. Sherwood had been fucking her for nearly a week. "But my month here will be over soon."
Margaret shook her head. "Never mind that. I've arranged everything with Julia. You're to stay on awhile."
Valerie started crying. She didn't want to stay on. She wanted to leave the Halseys. Especially Margaret. She hated the old bitch. She hated Margaret's raunchy cunt. The taste of Margaret's piss. The smell of her shit. Margaret was the worst of them all. She used Valerie's mouth like a toilet.
"Get your mouth on it," Margaret said.
Her face wet with her tears, Valerie started sucking again. Margaret made a sound of satisfaction. Valerie knew what that meant. She made sure her mouth was in the right place and then the next moment she felt Margaret's hot piss gushing over her tongue.
"Drink," Margaret said.
She was coming. She rubbed her clit with her fingers. Her knuckles kept hitting Valerie's nose. Valerie worked to keep her mouth on Margaret's peehole because Margaret always became angry if anything spilled.
Later, when Valerie ran into Sherwood in the library, she said: "Your mother thinks I'm good for you."
Sherwood smiled. "She told me. But maybe she just wants you to stay here awhile. Maybe she thinks you're good for her, too."
"I wish she'd leave me alone."
"Don't let her hear that."
"You won't tell, will you?"
"Certainly not."
"Can we go somewhere now?"
"You're a minx."
"Maybe I am. I want you to whip me."
Sherwood laughed. "Again?"
He had recently started whipping her ass before he fucked her, and she had discovered how much it turned her on. She needed him all the time now. She was hot for him. She still serviced the other Halseys, but it was Sherwood who really got to her.
When they reached his room, Sherwood locked the door and brought out the belt he'd been using. He teased her with it. She squealed as he playfully snapped it across her ass-cheeks.
"Show me that ass," he said.
Trembling with excitement, she lifted her skirt and bent over to show her rump.
"Hard?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
He started beating her with the belt. The sound of each stroke was immediately followed by a mewling sound out of her throat. She was always amazed at the mix of pain and pleasure. She could feel the juices gushing out of her pussy. What a slut she was! A month ago a beating like this would have done nothing but horrify her. Now she looked forward to it. She looked forward to the whipping by Sherwood and to other things. Everything Sherwood did turned her on.
"I think I'm crazy about you," Sherwood said.
She gasped as he whacked her again. "Me too, Sherwood! Me too!"
He tickled her asscrack with the belt, then he struck again and she cried out. "Now you've got a red ass," he said with a chuckle.
After the whipping, she sucked his cock. He stood by the window with his prick hanging out of his fly, and she licked and sucked his cock-knob. She pinched the upper part of his cock-shaft to get the lube juice out of his pisshole. He smiled as he watched her use her tongue.
"I think you like that banana."
"I guess I do."
"Tell me what you do with my mother."
"I've already told you everything."
"No, you haven't. You always say you're too embarrassed. Does she piss in your mouth?"
"I already told you that."
"And what about the other? How do you do it?"
Valerie felt her heart pounding. She had never told him everything. She realized it turned her on to tell him about it. All the filthy things she did with his mother. "We do it in the bathtub," she said.
"Is she naked?"
"Usually, yes."
"Then what?"
"She sort of squats over me and I have to catch it when it comes out."
"Jesus Christ."
"It's awful."
"What a bitch she is."
"She makes me hold it and then I have to put it in the toilet. After that I have to clean her with my mouth. I hate it, Sherwood. I hate doing it."
"Would you hate doing it with me?"
"I don't know. I guess with you it would be different."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes."
"Now I know I'm crazy about you."
"Piss in my mouth, Sherwood. Would you do that now."
"You bet I will."
She could see the lust in his eyes. She opened her mouth and he used his fingers to guide his prick between her lips. She kept just the knob of his prick in her mouth. In a moment he started pissing. She gulped and swallowed and drank it down as fast as it came out.
After he finished pissing, she continued sucking his cock. She sucked until his cock was as hard as it would get. It's like a faucet, she thought. Sometimes you get piss and sometimes you get jism. His ball-bag was the handle. She twisted his ball-bag and wondered if he was really crazy about her.
Following that, they moved to the bed. Her ass was still warm from the whipping. She knelt on the bed and he drilled his cock inside her ass without any grease. They never used anything now. They both agreed it wasn't necessary. It was better when the fit was tight. Better for him and better for her. With his cock in her ass she never failed to come.
"I love your ass," he said. "It's too bad you can't see it. The way your ass-ring sucks on my cock."
"I don't have to see it, I can feel it."
He laughed. "I bet you can."
She slipped a hand into her crotch and rubbed her clit with her fingers. She could tell this would be a marvelous fuck. Sometimes he went too fast, but this time she could tell he would be in there a long time. When that happened her ass-hole became as soft as butter and she could feel herself melting inside.
"Marry me," he said.
She groaned as he pummeled her ass-hole. "You're not serious."
"I am serious."
"Oh Sherwood."
"You don't want to."
"Of course I want to. Yes, I'll marry you if you want."
She was overwhelmed. She realized he meant it. He really wanted her. And she wanted him.
His fat cock in her ass. What a lovely feeling it was to have his cock sliding in her ass! I'll be his wife, she thought. He can fuck my ass every day for the rest of our lives.
"But what will your mother say?"
"I don't care."
Well, that wasn't true, he did care. But later, when they announced it to the family, Margaret turned out to be a surprise. Denise thought the idea was crazy. It was Margaret who approved and gave the final blessing.
"It's a lovely idea," Margaret said.
Valerie learned Sherwood would have an independent fortune. She hadn't thought about that, and now that she knew it she felt like a fairy-tale princess.
When she was alone with Sherwood again, they kissed and fondled each other. She made love to him. She made him drop his pants and bend over so she could suck his ass. Then she came around in front and sucked his cock. She tickled his ass-hole with her finger, then pushed the finger inside. Sherwood liked it. She gave him another finger. She finger-fucked his ass-hole as she sucked his cock.
"What's the present?" he said.
She dropped his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "What?"
"What do you want for a wedding present? You can have anything you want."
She thought a moment. Then she smiled. "Can I really have anything?"
"Sure."
"I want Julia St. Denis. Buy me Julia St. Denis, Sherwood. Will you do that?"
He laughed. "I said you could have anything."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Julia St. Denis walked out of the young artist's studio with a satisfied smile on her face. Not a bad hour, she thought. She hadn't expected it. She hardly ever got involved the first time she met them. But this one had been too cute to resist. All those muscles. And then finally when she had his cock in the open, he turned out to have a gorgeous prick. The kind she liked. Seven inches of hard muscle with a big knob. Circumcised, too. She liked them cut. She liked the cock-knob as bare as possible.
He'd groaned with pleasure when she'd gone down on him. How could she resist a cock like that? She had to get the feel of it in her mouth. He expected her to take his load, of course. He was unhappy when she wouldn't do it. Not in her mouth. She wanted to see him squirt. She made him stand in front of that big mirror so he could see it too. The darling boy. His balls were so full. She beat him off with her hand and when he came the stuff shot out of his prick to splash at the mirror. She left him with his cock dangling out of his pants and a dazed look in his eyes.
When Julia came out into the street, the first thing she noticed was that her car was gone. The car and Otto. She thought maybe a cop had asked Otto to move. Then she realized the parking space had been legal. Was still legal, in fact. There was another car in it now. Damn Otto, she thought. If had to find a toilet somewhere, he ought to have left the car. It wasn't like him. It wasn't like Otto at all.
"Is your name Julia St. Denis?"
Julia turned and found herself facing two men. "Yes, it is."
One of the men grinned at her. "We've got a car for you."
They both looked brutish. She didn't like it. "I don't need a car. I'm waiting for my chauffeur."
"Never mind the chauffeur," the man said. "You can use our car."
She tried to protest, but it did no good. She found herself hustled off the sidewalk and into the car now parked where her own had been. There was no one around. The street was deserted. They had her in the back of the car before she had a chance to do anything. One man was in the back with her and the other man behind the wheel. In a moment, the car slipped out of the parking space and moved down the quiet street to the boulevard.
Julia wanted to scream. But the windows were up and it would do no good. She was also afraid. She cringed as the man beside her put his arm around her shoulders.
"You're a classy-looking woman," he said.
Julia shuddered. "Get your hands off me."
"No way," the man said with a snicker. "He drives and I get to cuddle."
She could smell whiskey on his breath. "What do you want," she said. "If you want money, take my purse and let me go."
He chuckled but he said nothing. Then she gasped as he passed his hand over her tits. She wore a white lace blouse and a thin linen jacket over it, and in a moment he had his hand inside the jacket and his fingers stroking the cups of her bra.
She realized now she was in trouble. She tried to ignore his hand. She told herself the best thing was not to struggle. He could hurt her. A brute like this could really hurt a woman. She had to be careful. She had to use her brain and find some way to get out of this.
"Listen, what do you want?" she said.
He grinned. "I'm finding out what a classy pair of tits are like."
"If you're thinking of taking me somewhere and raping me, maybe there's a better way."
"Meaning what?"
"The fact is I'm in the mood for some fun. The two of you look like you know how to give a woman a nice time."
They both laughed. The one beside her dropped his hand from her tits and moved it down to her knees. "Open your legs," he said.
"Are we going to my place?"
"Just open your legs."
She trembled as she moved her knees apart. He quickly found what he wanted. He stroked the crotch of her panties and then pulled them aside to get his big finger in her cunt. m
How horrid it was. She suddenly realized she was still wet from her flirtation with the artist. Now this brute would feel it.
He did feel it. "You're juiced-up," he said.
Julia groaned. "It's not from this."
He didn't seem to care one way or the other. He took advantage of the juice in her pussy to stick two fingers deep inside her cunt and wiggle them around.
"Nice pussy," he said. "I wish I had time to fuck you."
She wondered what he meant. Why didn't he have time? Where were they going? What exactly did they want? She was in a daze of fear as he fingerfucked her cunt. No one could see anything from outside. All they saw was a man with his arm around a woman's shoulders. If someone peered in, they would see his hand under her skirt, but that was all.
After a while he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sniffed them. Then his fingers moved from his nose to hers.
"Not too bad," he said. "It's not roses, but it's not too bad."
She moaned. "What is it you want?"
He never answered her. He put his hand between her legs again and then after a while the car slowed down. They turned into an alley and then around to the back of a large house. The car stopped and they hustled her out. Julia found herself whisked from the car into the back door of the house. like in the movies, she thought. I'm being kidnapped in a spy movie.
But it was no movie, and she was deathly afraid. Anything could happen now. She was in their clutches and they could do anything they wanted with her.
She was taken to a room and locked inside. She could see nothing out of the window, just a brick wall. The house was a big townhouse with buildings on either side of it. My stupid chauffeur! she thought. Stupid Otto. She'd tire him if she ever got out of this. She'd cut his balls off.
What do they want? she thought. She was puzzled and afraid. It wasn't money. Or maybe it was ransom. But no one she knew would pay a great deal of money for her. And she didn't have that much herself. A lot of it was pretense. Nice clothes, the right look, a knowledge of people who were really rich. She wanted to cry.
Then she realized there was something familiar about the house. As if she'd been here before. She tried to remember. She tried to pull it out of her memory. But the more she tried the more hopeless it seemed. The house looked familiar but she couldn't remember why.
After a a while the door opened and two people she hadn't seen before entered the room. A man and a woman. Servants. The woman was dressed like a maid and the man wore a white cotton jacket.
"I insist on using the telephone," Julia said.
The maid shook her head. "Sorry, miss."
"I'll have you put in jail for this."
They ignored her protests. They forced her wrists behind her back and bound them together with a plastic line. Then her mouth was stuffed with a ball-gag and the cords tied at the back of her head. Now there was no chance to scream, no chance to do anything.
After that they led her out of the room and down a corridor. They came to another door and the maid knocked. A voice called out to enter. The maid opened the door, the man pushed Julia inside the room and Julia suddenly found herself in front of Valerie Halsey.
Julia was stunned. She hadn't seen Valerie in months, not since Valerie's marriage to Sherwood Halsey. And now Julia recognized the house. They'd had the wedding reception in
Valerie and Sherwood's new townhouse.
Valerie smiled. "Dear Julia."
Julia couldn't say a word because of the gag. She wanted to scream. She could see in Valerie's eyes that things were not going to be easy for her.
"I knew I'd get my turn sooner or later," Valerie said. She told the servants to uncover Julia's ass. "She has a nice one," she went on. "She's as mean as a viper, but you've got to give her credit for the way she takes care of herself. And watch out, Anna. Miss St. Denis eats pussy like a rabbit in a lettuce patch. She'll chew you to pieces."
The maid giggled. "I'll be careful, Ma'am."
The manservant's name was Albert. He and Anna forced Julia to bend over the arm of an easy chair. Then Julia's skirt was lifted and rolled up to her waist. Her panties were pulled down, off her legs and feet and tossed away. She squirmed her ass. She felt so naked. Below the waist she now had nothing on except a garter belt and nylons. I won't let them, she thought. She tried rolling off the arm of the chair, when a vicious blow suddenly caught her on the side of her head.
"Be still!" Valerie hissed.
Julia slumped. What use was it? What could she do with her wrists tied behind her back? Then she felt something tickling her asscrack, a stick of some kind. And the next moment the stick suddenly came down hard against her ass-cheeks.
"That's number one," Valerie said.
She began a measured beating. The stick slashing again and again at the smooth white flesh of Julia's ass. Before long, the white flesh was covered with thin red stripes. The pain was awful. Because of the ball in her mouth, Julia was unable to make more than a gargling sound. It was the sound of a wounded animal.
Finally Valerie finished. Breathing hard from the exertion of the beating, Valerie pushed Julia off the chair and down to the rug. She told Anna to sit down and show her cunt.
"She's going to eat you," Valerie said. "She's going to suck you dry."
The maid didn't mind. She hurried to get her cunt uncovered. Julia looked up and saw the maid's exposed crotch in front of her face. Valerie pulled the ball out of Julia's mouth and ordered her to eat Anna.
"I won't," Julia groaned.
Valerie kicked her. "Yes you will. I'll beat you again until you're unconscious."
Julia knew she had no choice. She was in Valerie's power and Valerie could make her do anything. She looked at the maid's crotch again. Anna had a dark hairy cunt. The hair was almost jet black and very thick. She had a long pussy-gash, fat cunt lips protruding through the black hair. And she's a servant, Julia thought. She hated the fact that Anna was a maid. She would have to bear it. As awful as it was, she would have to bear it. She moved in, moved forward to begin the sucking.
The first thing she found was the pungent smell. The maid had a strong-smelling cunt. Nothing dainty about it. Julia didn't mind sucking a cunt once in a while. It could be fun if the girl was young and pretty and her pussy properly scented. She liked jasmine the best. She also liked blondes better than brunettes. A dab of jasmine here and there and a young blonde pussy could be amusing. It was nice to get them young. Their first time with a woman. A teenage girl could get so juicy when she was properly turned-on. A teenage pussy could be so sweet to suck.
But not this hairy monster. Anna's cunt was like a huge hairy mouth, a dark cave out of which came a smell of fish and piss and maybe even jism. Maybe Albert had fucked her earlier and the maid hadn't even washed. Julia found herself nauseous. But she persisted. She had to do it. She closed her eyes and slid forward to bury her mouth in the maid's hairy fuck-hole.
The maid grunted with pleasure. She pulled her legs back. She fixed her eyes on the sight of this imagine-looking woman filling her mouth with her cuntflesh.
The sucking went on awhile, Julia making slurping noises in the maid's wet trench, and then Valerie ordered Julia to suck the maid's ass.
"Give her the works," Valerie said with a chuckle. "I know you're an expert."
Julia was dismayed. Yes, she was an expert, but on the receiving end only. She never did it to anyone. She liked having it done to her because it meant she was on top. Now she wasn't on top at all. Now she had Valerie in command and she felt like any moment she would be destroyed.
"Please, Valerie..."
"Do it, Julia."
She did it. Anna's ass was right there. She had rolled her hips to make her ass-hole available.
Julia zeroed in. She told herself to forget that anyone was watching. Valerie and Albert. Forget them. She licked the maid's dark ass-hole. The taste was there. The maid certainly wasn't clean. Don't torture yourself, Julia thought. She licked again and again. Then she pressed her lips against the puckered hole and nibbled. The maid made a mewling sound, wriggled her hips and said something about how good it was. Julie nibbled, then she sucked. Her tongue slid in and out of the maid's gaping ass-hole.
It was Julia's first time. The first time ever she'd had her mouth against anyone's ass-hole. She was surprised. It wasn't that bad. She realized it could be damn exciting. Now she regretted she hadn't ever tried it with the girls she'd had. The young blondes. She liked to look at their pink ass-holes. Next time she had a girl like that she would do more than look.
Valerie finally pushed Julia away. "Now it's Albert's turn," Valerie said. "Suck his cock."
Julia quivered. She looked at Albert and saw that his cock was out. He had a long dangling cock with a swollen knob. A string of juice hung from the pink tip. She thought his prick looked ugly. She hated the idea of sucking it. But she had no choice. Valerie snapped the stick against her shoulder and she had to move forward to service him.
Albert was like the maid. His cock smelled. This time it was the smell of the male crotch. Julia didn't mind it was much as the smell of cunt. This was the second time that day she'd had a cock in her mouth. The spongy flesh of a prick bewteen her teeth and on her tongue. I might as well get something out of it, she thought. It was like having a pacifier in her mouth. The great pacifier of womankind. She sucked Albert's smelly prick while pretending it was the cock of that young artist. At least it got her mind off her troubles.
After that, Valerie and the maid made Julia bend over to expose her ass again. Julia knew what was coming. Albert would fuck her. She hated the thought of it, but there was nothing she could do. In a moment she felt his prick sliding inside her cunt. Now it was her own saliva mixing with her cunt-juice. His cock didn't feel all that bad. Playing with the artist's prick had primed her for cock and now she was getting it. Hot sliding cock in her steaming pussy. Maybe that was her trouble. Maybe she didn't get enough cock in her cunt. A woman her age needed a steady diet of prickmeat in her pussy.
Then Albert pulled out, pushed his fuck-knob against her ass-hole and expertly speared her shitter.
Julia was caught by surprise. She cried out. She hadn't expected it. Then she told herself she was a fool. Of course Valerie would have him fuck her ass. The point was to humiliate her.
She moaned. The pain was intense. It wasn't something she was used to. She had taken Otto once, just to see what it was like. The big bastard had almost killed her. Watching slaves like Valerie take Otto's cock in their asses always made her hotter than hell.
But now Valerie was no longer a slave. Now it was Julia who was the slave. With a cock in her ass. She rolled her hips. He was so deep in there. She knew there would be shit on his cock. She could feel him pushing at a turd. Pack my shit, she thought. Oh God, maybe she was going crazy.
Albert came. Gripping her ass with his hands, he rammed deep in her shitter and dumped his load. Julia slumped forward, her ass-hole brimming with his jism.
After that she was broken. No more will. They could do anything they wanted with her. She found herself being led out of the room.
A row of doors, a door opening, another room. Sherwood Halsey smiled at her. "Hello, Julia. You do remember me, don't you?"
Swaying on her feet, wearing nothing but nylons and a garter belt, Julia nodded. "Yes, I was at the wedding."
"So you were. And now you're here. Did you have fun with Alberta and Anna?"
She cursed. She told him she would bring charges against him. Against both of them. The servants had left. She was alone with Sherwood and Valerie. He laughed at her as he removed his pants and shorts. Then he bent over to show his ass.
"Valerie says you're talented."
They made her do a job on his ass. She had to kiss it all over and then work in his asscrack. His hairy asscrack. Valerie pulled his ass-cheeks open so Julia could get at his ass-hole.
"Stick your tongue inside," Valerie said. "Don't take it out until you're told."
Her mouth plastered against his ass-hole, she slurped her tongue in his shitter. She was past caring now. She was down in the pits. She had the smell and taste of his ass, the feel of his ass-hole grabbing at her tongue. Bending forward as though in prayer, she sucked at his dank ass-hole with abandon.
After that, Sherwood wanted her. Valerie had Julia kneel on the bed and Sherwood came behind Julia to fondle her ass.
"She's in marvelous shape," he said. "You wouldn't think it."
"She's an old bitch."
"Don't be jealous, darling."
"I want you to hurt her."
"I think Albert's opened the way a bit."
"She liked it. I could tell she liked it. I don't want her to like it. I want you to hurt her."
And then Sherwood's cock was in Julia's ass. He was right about Albert. Her ass-hole was now wide-open. And greased by Albert's jism. Sherwood's cock went in easily and he was soon grunting with pleasure at the way her shit-tube gripped his prick.
"Better than mine?" Valerie said.
"No, darling."
"You've got brown on your cock. So did Albert."
"I like yours better."
"My shit."
"That's right."
"Hurt her, Sherwood. I don't want her to enjoy it."
But they couldn't stop Julia from responding to the feel of a hard cock in her ass. Because it was the second time, she was more open and more turned-on. She liked it. It took her a while to realize it, but then she stopped hiding it from herself.
Valerie became annoyed. She brutally pinched Julia's nipples until she was satisfied Julia could feel the pain. Sherwood kept fucking Julia's ass, enjoying himself completely, until finally he went over the edge and shot off in her shit-canal.
"She has to clean you," Valerie said. "Make her suck your cock."
Sherwood, chuckled and agreed. He forced Julia to suck his shit-streaked cock. At first she told herself it was her own shit, so why fight it? But she retched anyway. The taste and smell were horrible. It was much worse than sucking someone's ass.
But not worse than what happened next. With his cock still in Julia's mouth, Sherwood started pissing. She tried pulling away, but Valerie boxed her ears. She had to take it. He emptied himself in her mouth. His hot piss gushed over her tongue and down her throat.
I want to die, she thought. But she didn't die. She knelt there with her mouth open and swallowed everything he had.
After that Julia's defeat was complete. She was pushed down on the floor. Her mind in a daze, she watched Sherwood straddle her body. He maneuvered himself over her tits. She gazed up at his ass, resigned to her fate. After a brief moment of delay, he started shitting. She watched the turds come out of his stretched ass-hole with an almost clinical detachment. She had done it to others herself. She knew the pleasure of it, the feeling of total power. Now she was on the receiving end. Hot smoking shit dropping on her tits.
Then it was Valerie's turn. She squatted over Julia, added her shit to that of her husband's. The long turds of brown on Julia's tits and neck.
"You're going to be our slave," Valerie said. "We've made all the arrangements at the gallery. You're brought and paid for, Julia, and we intend to get our money's worth."
Julia groaned. She started coming. She rubbed the shit over her body as an orgasm ripped through her cunt. Twitching and quivering, she lay there on the floor and came again.
