Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Gail Simpson-the heroine of KIDNAPPED CAPTIVE SISTER-is an unwilling victim of a subculture. Caught up in a covert world she never dream existed, Gail struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Gail Simpson sat at the restaurant table with her boyfriend Harold and wondered why she'd agreed to have dinner with him.
He's a clod, she thought.
She didn't really like him or any other man for that matter. They all wanted something. They wanted her cunt for one thing.
She didn't care much for men and she cared for women even less.
She'd been to bed with Harold, all right, held his ass in her hands as he pumped away in her pussy, his prick pounding in and out like a battering ram until he groaned and shook and dumped his filthy load of spunk inside her. Sometimes it felt good but usually she felt nothing and she hated the whole business. If she wanted to get off she could just as easily use her finger or a vibrator. She didn't need Harold or anyone else. She did like it when he went down on her, but most of the time he wanted to fuck. She continued to see him because she cared what people thought about her and a single woman without men was always an object of ridicule.
The lousy fucks, you had to live by their rules.
She had a good job as manager of a small hotel and she intended to keep it a long time. If she had to see Harold once in a while to keep up appearances that was all right with her.
He was meek enough to let her call the shots and at least people didn't talk. If she had no men friends they'd think she was a dyke and she certainly didn't want that. The thought of sucking another woman's pussy was nauseating. It was better to have Harold and then she could tell anyone who asked she had a boyfriend and couldn't see them.
"Good steak," Harold said. "Would you like to come to my place after dinner, Gail? How about it?"
"Not tonight, Harold. I've had a headache all day. We'll have a nightcap at my apartment and then I think I'll call it quits for this evening. You don't mind, do you?"
He was disappointed but he nodded. So what if he did mind? She didn't care. He was really a creep, good for nothing except when he ate her out and then she always had to tell him what to do. You'd think a man would learn, but they never learn, all they're interested in is their own pleasure.
Anyway sex was too damn messy. All that wetness. His spunk was thick and gluey when she brought him off with her hand like she often did. In the beginning he was surprised and said only high school girls did that, but then he learned to like it.
You can have them around your finger if you know how, she thought. The only brains they have, they carry around in their ugly wrinkled ball bags.
Only her career was important to her because it made her independent, kept her free of the creeps, the macho shit asses who kept telling her they wanted to ball her.
Some of them were enough to make her puke.
More and more lately, the dykes were after her, even pretty ones sometimes. It was always a surprise to see how pretty a les might be. They always said they found her terribly attractive and then offered to suck her pussy. They came right out and said it. One time this young bitch with huge tits even stuck her tongue out to show how long it was. The nerve of them to think she'd be interested in having her pussy licked by a woman. Maybe they even thought she would turn around and go down on them. She'd vomit first. The idea of putting her mouth on another woman's filthy cunt turned her stomach. Or even a cock for that matter. She never sucked cock, never, never. She wouldn't take that filthy thing in her mouth. Her hand was good enough, or her pussy when she was in the mood to be fucked, which thank God wasn't often. She didn't need them. She didn't need them at all.
After they left the restaurant, Harold drove her home in his car. She didn't mind when he put his hand on her thigh. Let him have his fun. If he wanted to feel her up in the car, it was all right with her. It was fun to tease him. All she had to do was wave her pussy around and he turned into a puppy-dog.
She moved her thighs apart when he slipped his hand between her legs. "Be careful," she said. "Don't get distracted and have an accident."
"What are you wearing under the dress?"
"Is that all you've been thinking about all evening?"
"I can't help it, Gail. You drive me crazy sometimes."
"Go on, then, put your hand under my dress, but for God's sake keep your eyes on the road."
She hated being coy about sex. If he wanted to touch her cunt, that was all right with her. As long as he knew who was boss. Let the poor drip have a little pussy juice on his fingers. He'd get a mouthful of it later. Tonight she'd get him to suck her insides out. She'd have his tongue all the way inside her cunthole with his nose rubbing against her clit and she'd blast off in his face. Fuck them all, they can suck my cunt and ass any time, that they can do.
She opened her thighs as he slipped his hand under her dress. She wore thigh-high stockings and in a moment he had his fingers touching the crotch of her panties. He rubbed up and down the bulge of her cuntlips as he drove the car with one hand on the wheel. Then after awhile he slipped his fingers inside her panties and fondled the hairy outer lips of her pussy.
"Harold, maybe that's enough," she said. "I don't like the idea of you driving with one hand."
"I love your cunt, Gail."
"I know you do, but wait until we get to my place, will you, please?"
He groaned with disappointment as she pushed his hand away.
Let him drool, she thought. She was certain he had a hard cock in his pants. Let him work up an appetite for some pussy. She could never understand how he could bring himself to suck her cunt. It was always turned her on a little to see how excited he got when he had his face between her legs. He was a pig, that's what he was. He liked to root around in her wet cunt and make slurping sounds as he sucked up her juices. They were all pigs, all the men, and the women w were worse.
When they arrived at her apartment, Harold poured some brandy into two glasses and they sat on the sofa and stared at the skyline of the city. He sat close to her and once again he put his hand on her thigh. This time, they were no longer in the car and there was no chance of an accident.
"Are you getting frisky again, Harold?"
"Don't you want to do anything, tonight, honey?"
"I told you I have a headache."
"Why don't you let me relax you? Maybe you'll get rid of your headache that way."
"And what way is that way? Just what do you have in mind?"
He chuckled and nuzzled her ear. Sometimes he was cute and she was fond of him. "You know what I have in mind," he said. "You always feel good after I go down on you. We can do that and maybe after that we can fuck."
"We'll see," she said. "I don't think I have the energy tonight, what with this headache and all, but if you feel like eating my pussy why don't you stop talking and start doing it?"
The next moment he was down on the rug with his head between her thighs. She moved her legs up, pulled her knees back to her tits and opened her thighs to expose her panty-covered crotch. He smiled like a hungry dog at the bulge of her fat-lipped cunt and then he swooped down and began nibbling and sucking her cuntflesh through the nylon of her panties.
Go on gobble it, she thought. She'd been wearing the panties nearly all day and she was sure they stank with the smell of her piss and cuntjuice. Maybe that's what he wanted. He always ate her through her panties first. In the beginning she'd thought he was crazy, but she'd come to like it. Because of the nylon, he had to do more chewing than licking and she liked the way it felt. His nose was right in there pressing against her clit. She had a big clit and she could feel how stiff it was.
Suck it, lover, she thought, suck my wet cunt.
She wondered if he smelled her. He had to smell her, how could he miss it? Look at the way he chews. He's getting a load of juice right through the nylon.
His mouth was all wet, his chin shining. He was her knight in shining armor only the shine was cuntjuice fresh from the dairy of her cunt.
After a while she had enough nibbling and nuzzling. She wanted some old-fashioned sucking. She wanted his mouth on her cunthole, his tongue wriggling around so she could feel it.
She pulled the crotch of her panties aside and told him to suck. "Suck the pudding, Harold. Suck it out, darling. I'm all hot and juicy for you the way you like it."
He went to town. He knew what she liked. He teased her a bit by pulling at her cuntlips with his teeth, but soon he had his mouth plastered against her cunthole.
His tongue wagged from side to side as he thrust it deep inside her pussy.
She did like having a tongue deep in there.
His nose was pressed against her clit. It occurred to her that if she pissed right now, she could piss right up his nose and drown him.
But why should she want to do that? He was sucking so nicely tonight.
She never liked his mouth on her clit until the end. She was too sensitive sometimes. When she was really hot, all she needed was just a few rubs and she'd go off.
This was better. He sucked her nice and slowly and she could watch her cunt-cream sliding into his open mouth. It was like she was feeding him. They get milk out of your tits and cream out of your cunt, she thought.
Her cuntjuice was always thick and plentiful and she was sure he was a pig the way he loved it so much.
When she was ready to come she pulled on his head and brought his mouth up to her clit. Now she had to tell him to suck hard. He never seemed to understand she needed lots of pressure against her clit.
She held the back of his head and pulled his face against her cunt.
Eat it, honey, she thought, suck me out. Right there. Oh, that's good.
She could feel his teeth, and then another moment and she was coming, the hot juice gushing out of her pussy.
He still had his shirt on and she was sure his collar was wet with her cuntjuice. He'd go home with a shirt collar full of cuntjuice, the smell of her cunt all over him.
She closed her thighs on his ears, rubbing the nylon of her stockings against his head. Lord, he sucked so nicely at her pussy.
He wanted to fuck her after that, but she wouldn't let him. Instead she had him haul his cock out of his pants.
His prick-tip dripped clear juice. His cockhead looked about to explode. Just one touch and maybe he'd blow his wad.
I might as well make it a little fun for him, she thought. You can't send them away without doing something.
She brought some lotion from the bathroom and squeezed some on her palm. She smiled at him as she jerked him off into the dirt of the large rubber plant near the window.
He came quickly. He always came fast when she used lotion. The white spunk foamed out of his pisshole and then spurted. She always liked to watch a cock squirt, especially when it was her own hand making it spit.
Go on, baby, she thought, give it all to mama, they're all like little bods. Let it all out, honey, every last drop.
She milked his cock and squeezed his nuts until she had the last of his load dribbling out of his pisshole. Then she wiped him off and tucked him away and said her headache was so damn bad would he be a honey and call it a night?
After he finally left, she stripped her clothes off and walked into the bathroom. She washed her hands to get rid of the smell of his spunk. Then she washed and wiped her cunt. After that, she put one foot on the toilet seat and started beating herself off. She kept her eyes on the mirror and watched her fingers working and rubbing in her juicy pussy.
She rubbed up and down between her hairy cuntlips. She had blonde cunt hair, not light blonde but dark enough to look substantial. She had more hair on her cunt than blondes usually had. Maybe there was even too much of it. Sometimes she thought it looked raunchy. She hated trimming it because she was afraid it would grow even faster. Hair like a forest, she thought. It grew down into the crack of her ass and even around her asshole.
She liked her body. Her tits were heavy enough to droop a bit. The nipples were long and thick and when she was in the mood she could just get one of her tits in her mouth. She could suck on one of her nipples for an hour. It was a marvelous feeling to have her own tit in her mouth. She hadn't been able to do it as a girl, only when she got older.
She also had a good ass, round and firm and with a deep split. Her last boyfriend, the one before Harold, had loved kissing her ass all over and even in the crack. Maybe soon she'd have Harold doing it. Oh, she'd liked that. She came with an image of Harold tonguing her asshole. It was such a goddamn filthy act, how could she help coming? She'd come a million times when she finally got him to do it.
She was finished jerking off, finished wiping her pussy and was in a robe and almost ready for bed when the doorbell rang.
It was the front door and not the door down in the lobby of the building.
She was certain it was Harold. Who else could it be? His car was probably stuck in the garage and he wanted to use the phone. The poor slob. She'd get rid of him fast.
She opened the door and the next moment two strange men were pushing their way inside. Before she had a chance to scream, a hand covered her mouth, her arms were pinned behind her back and she felt a hot breath against her face.
"Just take it easy, honey," one of them said. "Just take it easy, you're going for a little ride."
CHAPTER TWO
Gail was frightened out of her wits. They had her in the back of a car, bound and gagged and stretched out across the lap of one of them. She wore her robe, and under that she was naked. She had no idea what they wanted. They hadn't touched anything in the apartment, all they seemed to want was her. They were kidnapping her and it seemed totally crazy. Did they expect a ransom? She had no one in her family except a brother in New York she hadn't seen in years, and he wasn't rich enough to pay anyone's ransom.
It seemed like a nightmare, the car moving, two men in the front seat and her in the back across the lap of the third man. It seemed like a wild crazy dream, but it was real enough. She could feel the ropes cutting into her flesh, the gag in her mouth that made it hard for her to breathe. She could see nothing because of the blindfold, but she could hear by their voices how many men there were. It was no dream, it was real and she had never been more frightened in her life.
They were talking now, joking about some movie they'd seen, and then one of the men in the front said, "Hey, Moose, how's the package?"
Moose was evidently the one whose lap she was lying across. "She's doing fine," he said.
"I bet he's got his hand in her cunt," the other man said. "How about that, Moose. You playing with her pussy?"
"Fuck you," Moose said. "You're just jealous because I'm back here with her."
"Maybe we'll stop the car so Tony can get in the back. I need you up here to read the road signs."
"Fuck you, I'm staying here."
They all laughed. They continued talking about her, teasing each other about who liked what, her legs, her tits, her ass. The driver, whose name was Eddie, said Char he would be happy because she was a good-looking broad. She had no idea who this Charlie was. She had no idea who any of them were.
Moose had one big hand on her neck and the other hand on the small of her back, and after a while, the hand on the small of her back moved down over her ass.
She wriggled under his touch but she was helpless. She hated being helpless like this. She could feel his huge hand through the terry-cloth robe. The rotten creep was feeling her ass, squeezing her asscheeks one after the other as though to test them out, to see how firm they were. Just a short time ago she'd had a very good come thinking about Harold with his face in her ass and now here she was with someone she didn't know squeezing it like she was a slab of meat.
She felt something in the crack of her ass. It was Moose's finger. He pushed the robe into the crack of her ass and the terry-cloth rubbed against her asshole. Then she realized he was pulling the robe back to uncover her ass. He wanted his hand on her bare flesh.
When he had her ass completely uncovered, he started squeezing her asscheeks again. This time he had her naked flesh under his fingers. He pinched her ass in places and it hurt. She tried keeping her legs tightly closed, but he pushed his fingers inside her asscrack and she cold do nothing except curse him silently as he touched her asshole and then lower down the lips of her cunt.
Well, all right, she thought, you can't do anything about it, you can't even scream. At least so far they haven't killed you.
But it was horrible to have someone's fingers probing down there against her will. It was rape, that's what it was. They were kidnapping and raping her. But why her? And where were they taking her? In a frenzy she whipped her head from side to side but all she succeeded in doing was knocking it against the side of the car.
Meanwhile, Moose had worked a finger inside her cunthole. She still had some juice in there because of the orgasm she'd had earlier.
He was able to get his finger deep inside and she felt his fingertip pressing against the mouth of her womb. He screwed the finger in and out, fucking her cunt with it, and before long her body responded and the cuntjuice began to flow. There was nothing she could do about it. She hated the feel of his finger in there but her cunt had a mind of its own.
Then suddenly she felt something wet drop into the crack of her ass. She froze when she realized what it was. The bastard had dropped some spit in her asscrack and the only purpose had to be to lubricate her asshole. Sure enough, the next moment she felt something pressing against her asshole and from the size of it she knew it was his thumb. He rubbed the ball of his thumb around the outside of her asshole, pushed against the tight ring and forced all of his thumb inside her shit-tube.
Oh, the lousy fuck, she thought, he's raping my ass. She tried to remember when she'd last had a shit, then she thought the hell with him, I hope he gets shit on his finger, the rat fuck. She couldn't push his finger out. She tried shitting it out, but all that did was open her ass even more so he could get inside more easily.
She realized she'd have to bear it. He had his thumb in her asshole and another finger in her cunthole and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
Then one of the men in front said, "Hey, Moose, what the fuck are you doing?"
Moose grunted. "She's got a nice ass."
The man in front made a cackling sound. "He's got his thumb in her ass, Eddie. How about that? He's reaming out her asshole. You getting her ready for Charlie, Moose? Is that it? You like the old shithole, Moose?"
"I got a finger in her cunt, too."
"All the way inside?"
"You bet."
"Well, there's one thing for sure," Eddie said.
"What's that?" Tony said.
"She sure ain't no virgin any more."
They all laughed. Gail shuddered and wriggled her ass and cunt on Moose's fingers and started crying.
But she rode it out. It seemed like an eternity, like wherever they were going was a thousand miles away, but soon the car turned into a gravel road and then it slowed and finally it stopped.
Moose pulled his big fingers out of her cunt and ass and immediately her asshole burned something fierce.
But the pain was soon gone and anyway, her mind was elsewhere. The car doors opened and in a moment they were carrying her out, lifting her one at each end of her body, standing her up and forcing her to walk up some steps and over a wooden porch and into a house.
Wherever they'd been taking her, they were now there. She was still helpless, still bound and gagged and blindfolded, and her fear was intense.
They moved her into the house and along a carpeted floor. Then she was pushed into a room, and a moment later, the gag and the blindfold were suddenly gone.
The light hurt her eyes. She found herself facing four men. They had toughness in their eyes but also a mocking look. She wanted to run, but where to? Her hands were still tied. She felt so vulnerable wearing nothing under her robe. She was barefoot and under the robe she was naked and she knew she was helpless. "Dear God, what do you want?" she said. One of them seemed to be the leader. He introduced himself, said his name was Charlie and did she know why she was here?
"Of course not," she said. "You've kidnapped me, but I don't know why. I don't have any money to give you."
He chuckled. "We don't want your money, lady. You've got a brother in New York, right?"
"Yes, I do."
"He's going in front of a grand jury and some people in New York just want to make sure he doesn't talk. We got orders to keep you here until it's over. It's like insurance, understand? Just a little bit of insurance. And maybe we can have some fun, too. You like having fun?"
"I don't know what you mean."
He laughed. "Sure you do. A babe with your looks, you know what I mean. Nice legs. I bet you're a knockout when you're dressed up. Open the robe, Moose. Let's see what she's got."
She tried to struggle, tried to pull away, but of course it was no use.
She realized how easy it would be for them to hurt her.
She stood there and let the big ape called Moose pull her robe open to expose her body.
They all gazed with lust in their eyes at her tits and her belly and the bush of dark-blonde hair between her legs.
Then Charlie came over and hefted one of her tits in his hand. He lifted her tit and squeezed it until she winced. He pinched her nipple, tugged at the pink nub and used it to pull her tit around.
"Nice tits," he said, "nice solid pair of jugs. Turn around and let's have a look at your ass."
Moose forced her to turn, and then her robe was lifted in back to expose her naked ass.
Charlie grunted with approval and ran a hand over her asscheeks. "She's a piece," he said, "real solid, just the way I like." He pinched the flesh of her ass. "We'll play with her a little while she's here, but not too much. We got to keep her in one piece, that's what Frankie the Fish said." Then he turned her around again, looked at her face and said, "You hungry?"
She wanted to cry, but she held it back. She was determined not to show any weakness, not to these animals. "I'm not hungry," she said, "but I'd like to use the bathroom."
Charlie snickered and nodded at Moose. "Okay, untie her hands and take her to the bathroom. Make sure she doesn't try anything."
Moose untied her wrists and led her out of the room and down a carpeted hall to a bathroom.
She expected he would let her go in alone, but instead he came in with her. He grinned at her as they faced each other.
"Can't you stay outside?" she said.
He just grinned and shook his head. "Charlie said to make sure you don't try anything. I'm staying right here."
She felt awful. She was thankful she only had to pee. She'd never done such a thing in front of a man.
He watched her as she lifted her robe around her hips. What difference does it make, she thought. He'd already had his fingers in her cunt and ass in the car. She shuddered as she remembered it. What did she have to hide from him?
Dejected, she sat down on the toilet, and after a moment she was able to relax enough to piss.
The big ape chuckled when he heard her piss splashing in the toilet bowl. He stood in front of her with his eyes on her crotch. They're animals, she thought. Look at the way he stares, you'd think he's never seen a pussy before. She wished she could piss on his face. Right up his nose, the rotten creep. She remembered the way the other one had squeezed her tits and then her ass like she was some farm animal. The bastard. God, how she hated them. They could hurt her. They might even kill her when they were through with her. They might kill her and bury her somewhere, you read about it in the papers all the time. And all because of her stupid brother Paul. She wondered what kind of trouble he was in now. He must know they have her, how else could she be insurance that he wouldn't talk?
When she finished pissing, she wiped herself with some toilet paper. She pretended Moose wasn't there at first. Let him look, she thought. Then she decided to tease him to get revenge. She had an idea he wouldn't touch her without Charlie's permission. She deliberately took her time wiping her pussy. She slowly ran the toilet paper again and again between her hairy cuntlips.
That's what they all want, she thought. Her hairy mouth down there. She'd like to suck on his nose with her hairy mouth, the bastard. She'd like to piss on his face, but she wasn't calling the shots, it was them. God knows what they would do to her.
When she was through in the bathroom, Moose led her back to the room with Charlie and the others.
They were sitting there drinking beer out of cans. Charlie said, "What took her so long?"
Moose shrugged. "She was pissing."
Charlie shook his head and snickered. "Did you get a good look, Moose?"
The big ape grunted. "Yeah. She's got a nice snatch."
Charlie smiled. He took another sip of beer and then he spread his legs and rubbed his hand over his crotch. "She's got a nice mouth, too. Let's see how nice she gives head. Come on, babe, get down here and suck my cock."
Moose pushed her and she was forced to kneel in front of Charlie.
He opened his fly and pulled his prick out of his pants.
His cock was only half hard but it was big, a thick cock with a fat cockhead.
He suddenly grabbed her head and pulled her face against his crotch. "Come on, suck it, bitch." He pulled at her ear, twisting it with his fingers.
She knew she had to do it. She had no choice. He could hurt her. Any one of them could kill her with his bare hands.
Make believe you're somewhere else, she thought. Make believe and do it because otherwise they'll hurt you.
She opened her mouth and then filled it with his cock.
She sucked his prick all the way down to the root and then back.
She pulled at his cockskin with her lips. Get him hard, she thought. He'll come and then it's finished. Suck, you fool, suck his prick.
His cock grew in her mouth. It grew thick and hard and she could feel the throbbing of his cockmeat on her tongue. His warm cockflesh filled her mouth and his fat cockhead pushed at the back of her throat.
My God, what a huge prick, she thought. She couldn't take more than half of it now. She had trouble breathing when the knob of his cock pushed at her throat.
She kept on sucking, moving her head back and forth, fucking his cock with her face.
He grabbed her head and played with her ears. His fingers ran through her hair.
Then he started making noises in his chest. He grunted. He made a deep groaning noise and suddenly the hot jism spouted out of his pisshole.
A flood of thick spunk gushed into her mouth, splashed against her tongue and slid down her gulping throat.
Spurt after spurt filled her mouth, ran out of the corners of her lips and over her chin.
But most of it remained in her mouth and she had to swallow fast to avoid choking on it.
When his balls were finally drained, he pushed her away. "She's got a lot to learn. Go on, you guys, she can suck each of you off and maybe she'll get some experience."
She had to do the others, all of them. They were already hot from watching her blow Charlie.
She had to suck three cocks, one after the other, and she took three loads down her throat.
Moose was the last. He had a huge prick, even bigger than Charlie's. She could hardly get his cockhead in her mouth. He pumped his cockshaft with his fist while she sucked on his cockknob. She had the smell of his cock and balls in her nostrils and she wanted to retch. Finally he came, spurting his thick slime down her throat. They were animals. She hated sucking cock. She never did it and now look at her. Four in a row. Four loads in her stomach. She wanted to vomit. It was horrible. How would she survive this? She'd kill herself, that's what she would do. Her lips were so sore from all the sucking and she was afraid she'd never get the taste of jism out of her mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
She had a fitful sleep that night, tossing and turning in a small bare room. There was a mattress on the floor, but there was nothing in the room except the mattress and a chair. The night air was chilly and she was thankful she had her robe.
At intervals during the night she awoke in the dark. Each time, she went to the single window and peered out. But there was nothing out there, no houses, no lights, nothing that she could see.
She could be anywhere. The door was locked and for all she knew they weren't even in the house. Suppose there was a fire? She'd get burned alive.
Oh, the pigs! She thought. She remembered their cocks spurting in her mouth, the jism on her tongue, their slime sliding down her throat in great globs. Having a cock in her mouth was so horrible.
She had no idea what time it was. Maybe it was almost dawn. Finally she fell asleep.
In the morning the door was unlocked and Moose came in. "Come on, get up," he said.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at him. "Where are we? Where is this house?"
"What the fuck's the difference where it is," he said. "Get your ass out of bed."
"It's not a bed, it's only a mattress and it's filthy. Am I going to wear this robe all the time?"
He chuckled. "You don't wear anything today. You can go naked. Come on, you need to use the John, I'll take you."
A shudder ran through her. "And watch me, I suppose."
"Sure, why not? You got a nice cunt, I like to watch you piss."
She wondered what he'd do if she had to shit. Would he stay there and watch? Would he stare at her as she sat on the toilet dropping turds into the bowl? The idea of it revolted her.
She let him lead her to the bathroom. She kept her robe on, just lifted it when she sat on the toilet. She pissed while he watched her. The robe fell to the side and she decided what difference did it make? Let him look. She even spread her legs a little to show him more of her pussy.
"That's good," he said with a grunt.
"Does it excite you?"
"Yeah."
She knew he could see the hot piss gushing out between her cuntlips. How strange it was to sit there like this in front of a man. She remembered his cock, his huge prick. She remembered his cockhead filling her mouth and then gushing his cock cream. His was the last load when she sucked them all off the evening before. She remembered swallowing Moose's jism. She had the taste of his jism in her mouth all night.
After she finished on the toilet, she washed her face and used a comb she found on the sink to comb her hair. She asked Moose if there was any make-up in the house and he said look in the medicine cabinet. Sure enough, she found some lipstick there. The shade wasn't bad. At least she wouldn't look like a complete wreck. She always felt so vulnerable without make-up. It would give her more strength to look good.
She was naked now, and as she stood in front of the sink fixing her lipstick, Moose ran one of his big hands over her hip and over her ass. Then his hand moved around in front and he fondled her tits.
"You got a swell body," he said.
Could she get him on her side? Could she get him to help her escape?
"Thanks," she said. "You're not as bad as the others, are you, Moose? I think you're nice. Would you like to feel my pussy?"
He grinned. "Sure."
She turned to face him. She moved closer until her cunt bush was almost under his nose. "Go on, touch it," she said. "I like to have my pussy touched."
She stood still as he ran his hand over her belly. Then his thick fingers moved down through her cunt bush. She quivered as he probed between her cuntlips. She had a big clit and when he spread her cuntlips her clit was there plainly visible.
My buzzer, she thought. This man, a complete stranger to her, had already had his fingers in her cunthole and asshole, his cock in her mouth, and now he was inspecting her clit. It was horrible. For a crazy moment she wondered if men were turned on by big cuts. Maybe they were. Harold always said he liked it.
Along with her big clit, she had a full-lipped cunt. She'd seen the cunts of other women in photographs and she knew hers was meaty. Fat lips and a big clit. Her cunthole had a good grip, tight and elastic. She could always feel the grip when she used her fingers in her cunt.
Did her cunt turn Moose on? Maybe if he liked her cunt she'd let him fuck her. Then he'd help her escape. He looked so stupid. A big dumb ape. If she got him to like her, she could get him to do anything she wanted.
But after a while she realized Moose wasn't fooled. He enjoyed himself feeling her pussy, but then he pulled his hand away and told her it was time to get out of the bathroom.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she said.
He shrugged. "I do what Charlie wants me to do. He wants you downstairs."
He wouldn't listen to her any more. He led her out of the bathroom. Then he marched her naked down the stairs to a room she hadn't seen before.
It was a woman's room. That was obvious from the clothes strewn about. Moose found her a pair of shoes with high heels and told her Charlie wanted her to put them on.
The shoes fit. At least her feet wouldn't be bare. She was naked as a jaybird and now in high heels. She wondered whose shoes she was wearing.
Moose said she looked good. He said she looked like a showgirl because she had the height and the tits. He said she looked fine in high heels.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me, Moose? I'll be nice to you?"
He shook his head. "Charlie wants you to make breakfast for us. You better know how to fix a good breakfast.."
When she walked into the kitchen with Moose, the other three men were already there and waiting for them.
They all grinned when they saw her naked and wearing nothing but high-heeled sandals.
"Christ, look at the bush," Eddie said. "She's a hairy bitch, isn't she?"
Charlie laughed. "What are you thinking about, Eddie? You thinking about getting your nose in there? You'll get your nose scratched, Eddie. She's got thorns in that bush. She'll scratch your fucking nose."
She made bacon and eggs for them. The most awful thing was to be on display the way she was, her body naked, their eyes on her ass and tits.
She couldn't move without her tits bouncing around.
She felt weird, like some kind of slave girl, catering to them the way she did, serving the plates.
She ate when she could at the stove. They didn't seem to care whether she ate or not. For all they cared she could starve. The pigs, she thought. They sit there and eat and I have to stand here naked.
All during the breakfast she could feel they were up to something. They had something planned, she could feel it. She could tell by the way they snickered at her, by the looks they gave her.
Whether she liked it or not she was already on intimate terms with them. Each of these men had seen her naked before, each of them had come in her mouth. If a woman has tasted a man's jism she can't say the man is a complete stranger.
Were they planning to fuck her? She felt miserable not knowing what was in store for her. How different it was now. At the hotel where she worked she ran things, she was the boss. Here she was nothing. She was at the beck and call of these men. They could do anything they wanted with her, even kill her.
I'm just a prisoner, she thought, just a woman they've been ordered to kidnap and watch. I'm nothing to them, just some holes they can stick their filthy cocks into when they feel like it.
Finally they were all through with breakfast. They led her into the liviing room, patting her ass and fondling her tits and asking about her sex life. How many boyfriends did she have? How did she like to fuck? Did she take it in the ass? She refused to answer any questions, even when Charlie threatened to hit her.
Then they grabbed her. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself draped over one of the easy chairs and tied down. They had her hands and feet tied. She was bent over on her belly with her ass in the air and she could hardly move.
"Jesus, what an ass," Tony said. "She's got a gorgeous butt."
Charlie teased him. "You want to rim her, Tony?"
"Fuck you. I'll watch while you do it."
They fooled with her awhile. They probed her cunt from behind. They toyed with her asshole, sticking their fingers in her shitter, stretching it, feeling how tight it was.
As they tested the grip of her asshole, Tony did a lot of talking about it. She had no idea whose fingers were in her ass. It seemed like they all had a turn. All she could do was lie there and quiver with shame and revulsion and hatred.
Then they pulled at her cuntlips from the back, pulled the fat lips out and examined her cunthole. She felt their fingers inside her cunthole, two fingers or maybe even three fingers. They stretched her cunt, screwing their fingers in and out and laughing when her cuntjuice began to flow like a river.
Suddenly someone was standing in front of her face. Fingers pinched her nose and forced her mouth open and the next moment a stiff cock pushed its way between her lips.
She almost choked on his cock. She realized now it was Tony. He pumped against her face, driving his cock steadily in and out of her mouth.
He didn't come. He pulled out and one of the others took his place. She had all four of them in her mouth, one after the other. None of them came and she knew they were saving it.
They would fuck her cunt, fuck her ass too if they wanted. They could fuck her anywhere and there was nothing she could do about it.
Suddenly Moose was in her mouth again. She could tell it was him because of the size of his cock. And he wanted to come. He was jerking off, pumping his huge prick with his fist, jerking off in her mouth.
Moose came with a roar. He sprayed her tonsils with hot jism. She was overwhelmed by the taste of it, the feel of his slime on her tongue.
She swallowed his load, rolled it around her mouth. Then when he walked away, she spit out whatever she could. No one saw her. She was sure that if they saw her they'd beat her up.
They toyed with her most of the morning, but no one fucked her. Then shortly before lunch it was Charlie who fucked her first. She guessed he had first crack at her because he was the leader.
He came behind her and fondled and pinched her ass and then ran his fingers inside her cunt. "Now this is what I call a wet hole," he said. "The bitch is getting turned on."
She cringed. She wasn't turned on. It wasn't her fault her cunt was wet. They were too stupid to know that, but what difference did it make? They would fuck her any way they wanted, wet or dry.
Charlie drove his cock into her cunt with a solid lunge. There was no playing around, no testing the feel of her cunt like some men did. He drive his cock home with a single thrust and then squirmed his crotch against her ass.
He was deep inside her cunt-channel. He had a thick prick and it stretched her tissues so she could feel every inch of him.
Maybe under other conditions she might enjoy a cock like his. But now she hated it. She hated Charlie and she hated his cock.
His cock slid in and out of her stretched cunt. His balls slapped against her big clit each time he slammed forward.
She kept her eyes closed and prayed it would end soon. She wished she was dead. Anything was better than this. Anything was better than to be used like this.
They're animals, she thought. They're all pigs, all four of them.
Then suddenly Charlie's cock was out of her cunt. She cried out as she felt the knob of his prick pushing at her asshole.
Oh, God, he's going to fuck my ass, she thought.
It was the first time. She'd never had a cock in her ass, never before. She had a meaty firm ass but no man had ever fucked her asshole. She'd never had anything in her shitter except her own finger sometimes when she jerked off and she was very hot.
But of course, Moose had his thumb in her ass in the car, and last night and this morning they'd all probed her ass with their filthy fingers.
But now it was Charlie's cockhead. It felt like a baseball bat. His cock-knob felt huge.
His pushed forward against her asshole and it hurt. He kept pushing, cursing at her, pinching her asscheeks and telling her to open her ass, and suddenly he broke through and his cockhead slammed inside.
He rammed into the ring of her shithole and she thought she'd die from the pain.
It was horrible. He was fucking her ass without any real lubrication. He had her cuntjuice on his cock but it was hardly enough. Her asshole was dry. How cruel he was. The burning pain was too much. She couldn't stand it. She sobbed and cried and begged him to stop.
Then suddenly a cock was pushed into her mouth. Was it Eddie or Tony? What difference did it make? They were all the same. All the smelly cocks. One in her mouth and one in her ass.
Charlie fucked hard, ramming his stiff prick in and out of her shitter. His cock stretched her asshole and widened her shit-chute. She had never felt anything like this. She could feel every solid inch of his cock with her shit-tube.
The pain was less now, it was almost gone. She felt like she had a telephone pole up her shitter.
The cock in her mouth was swollen and hot and whoever it was fucked her face with a steady rhythm that made her head pound.
Fucked at two ends, she thought. She'd seen pictures of women like this. She'd always wondered what it was like. Now she knew. She was skewered on cock, stuck on both ends like a slab of shish kabob.
The cock in her mouth came first. It was Tony, she could tell by the sounds he made. He shot a big load and she had to gulp it down in order to avoid choking.
Then Charlie squeezed her asscheeks with his hands and blasted off in her shitter. He slammed against her ass with each lunge as he emptied his balls.
After that, Eddie fucked her cunt from behind. She was thankful he didn't use her ass. She couldn't take that again, not so soon.
But he did give her a finger in her asshole, one finger screwing in and out of her gaping asshole until he shot his load in her pussy.
They left her like that, left her tied up on the chair until evening. Then she had to serve them in the kitchen again.
She could hardly walk because of the dull pain in her ass.
They made her serve them food and beer and then she had to get under the table and suck their cocks one after the other.
Moose was the only one who came and she was thankful for that.
When she sucked Charlie's cock she could taste her own ass. She almost fainted when she realized what she was tasting.
CHAPTER FOUR
She had another night in the small room, another night tossing and turning on the bare mattress, wondering what would happen to her, wondering what new horrors she'd have to face.
In the morning she had to make them breakfast again. She was naked like the day before, wearing nothing but the high-heeled sandals. She hated wearing the shoes because she knew they made her look more sexy. Yesterday she'd thought it was better to look her best, but she realized it only tempted them to abuse her.
They fondled her as she passed the table, squeezed her ass and grabbed at her swinging tits. It wasn't long before she had bruises on her asscheeks. Her nipples had been pinched a dozen times and they were sore.
Would she have another day like yesterday? I'm a slave, she thought. They were turning her into an animal, using her whenever and however they liked. Maybe after breakfast she'd have her ass fucked again.
She shuddered as she remembered it. It hurt so much. Did they know what it felt like? Did they understand the pain?
They don't care, she thought. They'd use her and she'd be lucky to survive. Maybe the four of them would fuck her ass one after the other. Her asshole would be ruined, stretched a mile wide. She knew some women liked it in the ass, preferred it to fucking the regular way. But not her. She hated it. She'd always hated the thought of it and after yesterday she hated it even more.
But nothing happened that morning after breakfast. They left her alone. She had her own breakfast and after that she sat in the living room with Eddie guarding her. She watched television while Eddie read the papers.
Then around noon someone arrived, a tall brunette. Charlie and the others were back. The woman's name was Rhoda and she was obviously the woman whose room Gail had seen, the woman whose shoes she was wearing.
"Well, look at that, you've got her all naked," Rhoda said, laughing as she nodded at Gail.
She was younger than Gail, maybe twenty five, and she had a hardness in her eyes. Rhoda was beautiful but she had cruel eyes. Oh, yes, she's something to look at, Gail thought. Was this Rhoda's house?
She felt so awkward being naked while Rhoda was dressed. At least now she wasn't the only woman in the house.
But she was still a slave. Rhoda was not like her, that was clear. Rhoda and the men were friends.
Rhoda sat with Charlie on the sofa, talking in low tones and continually looking at Gail.
She's got sadistic eyes, Gail thought. You could see how cruel she was, you could see it in her eyes. She looked at Gail with almost a so sneer. Gail shuddered. Can't she see how desperate I am? You'd think another woman would understand.
"Anyway, she's not bad-looking," Rhoda said more loudly, "I bet you boys have been having some fun."
Charlie snickered. "Sure, why not? But I'll tell you she's not much except for the looks. Maybe you can teach her a few things."
Rhoda smiled. "Sure, Charlie. How've you been, honey? Miss me?"
Charlie looked at Eddie and Tony and Moose and jerked his head toward the door. The men grinned and walked out. As soon as they were gone, Rhoda ran her hand over Charlie's crotch. They slipped their arms around each other and kissed like lovers.
Naked, her eyes fixed on the couple, Gail sat opposite the sofa and watched as Rhoda unzipped Charlie's fly and brought his prick out.
Gail was shocked. This was something she hadn't expected. They treated her as if she didn't exist, as of she wasn't there.
She watched Rhoda's hand on Charlie's big cock. Rhoda fondled his cockhead and cockshaft. She pumped his prick gently. Then she hauled his nuts out of his fly. She hefted his balls with her fingers.
Gail found herself embarrassed. She'd never been in such a situation before. These were real people sitting right there in front of her. It upset her to watch them. She tried not to look but she found it impossible.
Better her than me, Gail thought. She remembered how Charlie had treated her. He did have a big cock. She remembered the feel of it in her ass. The bastard had caused her so much pain. It seemed impossible that she actually took that thing in her shithole.
Rhoda was certainly a hot number. The way she fondled Charlie's cock, it was obvious she like it.
Then Rhoda said, "I think I want a taste of this." She went down on Charlie, lowered her face to his big hard prick.
She licked his cockhead. Then she ran her tongue over his cockshaft and down to his balls. She sucked his balls inside her mouth, one after the other, her lips pulling at his nuts.
Then she worked her way back up his cockshaft to his cockhead.
She took his cock-knob in her mouth. Her lips stretched around the fat plum of his cockhead. His cockshaft gleamed with her saliva.
She sucked on his cock-knob, pulling back to the tip and then covering it again. Her hand worked on his nuts, squeezing and fondling his heavy ball-bag as she sucked the head of his prick.
Charlie leaned back with a sigh. "You're always good, Rhoda. You sure know how to suck a prick."
Her mouth filled with his cock, the brunette said nothing. Her red lips slid up and down his cockshaft as she fucked his prick with her face. She was pumping up and down with her mouth now, pulling at his balls as her head bobbed.
Charlie groaned and ran his hands over her head. Her saliva drooled out of her mouth to run over his cock and balls.
Then Charlie was coming, his ass jerking, gargling sounds coming out of his throat as he shot his load.
Rhoda gulped and swallowed, pulling on his cockhead with her lips. She milked his big prick, squeezing his nuts, sucking up the flood of hot jism gushing out of his pisshole.
When Charlie was finished coming, Rhoda sucked the last drop of jism out of his pisshole and tenderly kissed his cockhead. She looked at Gail and smiled. "Jealous?"
Gail looked away. "Certainly not. You must be crazy if you think that."
Rhoda sneered. She left the sofa and walked over to where Gail was sitting. Before Gail had a chance to protect herself, Rhoda suddenly slapped Gail's face. "You rotten little bitch, don't you ever talk to me like that."
Gail cried out and then began sobbing. Her face stung from the slap. "I don't know what you want," she moaned.
"Go on, suck his dick now," Rhoda said. "Get him hard again or I'll tear your face apart." She slapped Gail's face again. Then she pulled the blonde off the chair and dragged her over to Charlie.
Gail found herself at Charlie's feet. Rhoda hit her again and Gail's head rocked with the blow. With a groan, Gail moved forwad to fill her mouth with Charlie's soft cock.
She could taste Rhoda's saliva and Charlie's jism. She wanted to retch, but she was afraid the brunette would hit her again. Instead, she began sucking Charlie's prick, pulling at his cockmeat with her lips. She tugged at his soft cock, jerking him off with her mouth.
Charlie's cock slowly became hard, slowly stiffened in Gail's mouth. His cockhead was soon a fat plum. She sucked his big prick with a mixture of abandon and revulsion. She could smell his cock and balls. Don't stop sucking, she thought. The bitch will hurt you.
She sucked his cock until he was completely hard again, until his cock reared up glistening wet, a column of throbbing flesh, his fuckmuscle. His balls were bloated, his leathery ball bag surrounded by dark crotch hair. The veins along his cockshaft were thick and knotted.
"Now that's a prick," Rhoda said with a chuckle, pushing Gail away. "Look at that cock. I think I need a ride." And the next moment she raised her dress and dropped her panties and climbed onto Charlie's lap.
The brunette stuck Charlie's big cock inside her cunt and began fucking him.
Her hips pumped up and down. Gail could see everything from behind Rhoda's lush ass, the brunette's dark cunt hair and dark cuntlips, Charlie's thick cock spreading her cunthole.
Rhoda's cuntjuice dripped on Charlie's prick and balls as he moved up and down.
They're crazy, Gail thought, the way they fuck with all their clothes on. Look at the way she goes at him, fucking him like that. She could see Rhoda's asshole, Rhoda's dark little brownie. She wondered if the brunette ever took it in the ass. Had she had Charlie's cock in her ass? God, what a cunt Rhoda had, dark and full-lipped. Rhoda's pussy was almost as hairy as her own.
Gail had to admit to herself she was turned on. It was crazy to see a cock in a cunt like this, so much meat and so wet. The juice dripping. Rhoda's pink cuntflesh, her cunthole stretched like a wide-open mouth. Charlie's balls hung down heavily, one lower than the other in his sac. Always the left one, Gail thought, and she wondered why. She could see the curled dark hair growing into the crack of his ass. If she didn't hate them so much she might enjoy this.
Before long, the couple on the sofa finished fucking. Charlie came with a heaving of his ass, his come spurting in Rhoda's cunt. The brunette bounced on his cock in a frenzy, urging him on, milking his prick with her pussy. She wagged her ass back and forth. Her lush ass gyrated on Charlie's lap as her cunt sucked the cream out of his balls.
When Rhoda finally lifted her body, Gail could see Charlie's jism as it dripped out of her cunthole. Charlie squeezed Rhoda's asscheeks with his hands as she moved away.
As Rhoda sat down beside Charlie, they both giggled at the mess they'd made of their clothes. They were full of spunk and cuntjuice. "Christ," Charlie said, "let me out of here before you kill me." He kissed Rhoda's cheek, rose up with a groan and shuffled out of the room with a glazed look in his eyes.
Rhoda sat back and smiled at Gail. "Guess what you're going to do now, sweetie."
"What's that?" Gail said, quivering in her chair.
"You're going to eat me. I want you down here cleaning out my cunt. Come on, cutie, there's a big load in there and it's all yours. Oh, don't look so shocked. You either do it or I hurt you. I like to hurt pretty ladies like you. I'll hurt you anyway, of course, but if you do a good job eating me out maybe I won't hurt you so much. Come on, princess, start sucking."
Gail knew she had to do it. She could see the cruelty in Rhoda's eyes, the sadistic leer. All Rhoda wanted was an excuse to hurt her. She'd like to tear me apart, Gail thought.
She felt faint. How could she suck that filthy hole? Charlie's jism was in there. A woman's cunt was such an ugly mess, all red and pink, all the wet cuntmeat. She knew there'd be a smell, she knew there would. Rhoda's cuntsmell and the awful taste of Charlie's jism and Rhoda's cuntjuice. Just the thought of it was enough to make her puke.
Gail decided Rhoda couldn't be a lesbian, not the way she fucked Char he, the way she liked his cock in her cunt. She just wants to degrade me, Gail thought. She wants to hint me by making me eat her dirty pussy. I can't do it, she thought. Then she thought: yes, you can, you'd better do it, she'll hurt you, she's a mean one. You're a prisoner here. She had to do what they wanted, it was her only chance.
She went down on her knees before Rhoda.
The brunette smiled and pulled her legs up, pulled her knees back to her tits. Her dress was at her waist and her crotch was totally exposed.
Gail stared at the dark hair almost covering Rhoda's thick cuntlips. Rhoda's cunt hair grew into the crack of her ass, curled around the pouting ring of her asshole. Her cunt was slack after the recent fuck, her clit sticking out like a tiny red cock. Gail could see the white jism and cuntjuice dribbling out of Rhoda's cunthole. A stream of slime had already covered the puckered brown nut of her asshole.
Oh, dear God, Gail thought. Rhoda's whole crotch was right there in front of her face, cunt and ass and everything. Gail had never seen a woman so close before. She could smell it. She could smell Rhoda's fucked-out cunt. It wasn't as bad as she expected, but it was bad enough. It was a smell of perfume and jism and cuntjuice all mixed up, the smell of a cunt wet and raunchy, recently fucked, the dark meat glistening with juice and spunk.
Rhoda chuckled. "Suck it, princess. Clean it up good." She laughed and pulled at Gail's ears, and the next moment Gail found her face pressed against the wetness of the woman's dripping cunt.
Gail started sucking. She told herself she had no choice. Get it over with as soon as possible, she thought.
She was repelled by the wetness on her nose and mouth and chin. She lapped Rhoda's cuntjuice. The taste wasn't that sharp. She told herself she'd survive this. She'd survive and somehow get even, oh, yes, she would. Go on, clean the bitch's cunt. The idea of it was more awful than the actual doing of it. It was like sucking a ripe peach, but warm and salty.
Rhoda encouraged her, almost purring as she told Gail how good it felt, urging her to suck harder.
She's going to come, Gail thought, the bitch is going to come on my face.
She suddenly tried to pull away and she almost succeeded.
Rhoda went into a rage, slapped her face twice. "You stupid slut, I was about to make it, why'd you stop? You know what you'll get now? I'm going to piss in your mouth, that's what I'll do. Come over here, bitch, get your mouth on it."
Gail had her face in the brunette's cunt again.
This time Rhoda was furious, taunting her, pulling at her hair. "Here, baby," Rhoda said, "suck some hot pussy, gobble it up. And now here I go. I bet you've never had anyone piss in your mouth. You like it? You like the piss? Drink it, princess, drink my hot piss. Go on, drink it. You love it, I can tell you love it. Take a bath in it. Oh, Jesus, I haven't had such a nice piss in a long time. I'm coming, too. Suck it up, darling. Suck everything out of my cunt."
The brunette frantically rubbed her clit with her fingers as Gail sucked and slurped the warm piss still gushing out of her cunt.
Gail's face and neck and tits were drenched in Rhoda's piss. Gail swallowed, gulping the hot piss pouring out of the brunette's peehole.
The blonde was crying now, sobbing into the dark hairy cunt in front of her face, sucking at Rhoda's cuntmeat. She shuddered and fell back as Rhoda suddenly kicked her.
"You stink," Rhoda said with a laugh, her fingers still pinching her clit.
On the carpet, Gail curled into a ball and trembled with revulsion and hate and shame.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rhoda let her take a shower to clean up. Gail was thankful for that, thankful to have a chance to get the piss off her body.
God, how awful it was. How could she cope with this? She remembered how the hot piss just flowed. Rhoda's cunt had been so wet and hot. Gail could never have imagined it, not with a woman like that, such a dark hairy cunt she had.
She had to admit there was some excitement to it, the sex at least. It was exciting to be so close to another cunt. Maybe if they were friends it would be different, but like this, she hated Rhoda. She hated them all. She wished they would all drop dead. The way they mistreated her.
She wondered if Rhoda did those things to other women, made them suck her piss. It was so awful, so damn horrible to have your face there, to have the piss come out like that. So much of it and so hot.
There was nothing she could do, nothing at all. If Rhoda wanted to piss on her, she did it. It was as simple as that. She was just dirt here. They would do worse yet, she was sure of it. The fucking animals, she hated them.
When she came out of the shower, Rhoda smiled at her. "Feeling better now?"
"Yes."
"All spiffy clean?"
"Thank God."
They were in Rhoda's room, the brunette stretched out on the bed. "I want you to put on something sexy," Rhoda said. "And some make-up. Lay it on for the boys. They need some distractions."
Rhoda spent an hour dressing Gail like a doll, showing her how to improve her make-up, trying on lingerie until she found something just right. Gail finally wore a black lace garter belt and opaque black nylons and black stiletto pumps. It was all Rhoda's stuff, but it fit. The black bra had holes to show her nipples. Over it all she wore a slinky dress that emphasized her tits and ass.
Rhoda came up behind her as she faced the mirror and ran her hands over Gail's ass. "You never sucked a pussy before, did you?" Rhoda said.
"Certainly not," Gail answered.
"You'll do more of it, honey, whenever I'm in the mood. You'll drink my piss, too. I like that. But we'll have to teach you to be less messy. If you keep your mouth on my pussy while I'm doing it, you can get it all. There's no need to miss a drop. You'll learn how, won't you?" She pinched Gail's ass and the blonde winced.
"It's horrible," Gail said.
Rhoda chuckled. "Not for me, it isn't. Mmmm, you've got a nice ass. Do you like it in the ass? I bet you do. With a nice firm ass like this, I bet you love a cock in there."
Gail shuddered. "I hate it." Rhoda snickered. "Silly girl. I love it in my ass, I really do. And you know what else I like?"
"What's that?"
"A tongue. A nice soft tongue. Do you have a soft tongue, baby? Would you like to lay some tongue in my ass?"
Gail quivered. "You wouldn't make me do that."
"Wouldn't I? Oh, yes, I would. Right now, in fact. As it happens, I've got the urge to shit. Aren't you lucky? I get to shit and you get to clean my ass. Don't you want to do that?"
Gail thought she'd faint. She tried pulling away from the brunette, but suddenly Rhoda slammed her fist against Gail's face.
Gail fell down. She lay there sobbing on the floor. She was all made up and dressed up and now sobbing on the floor.
It's a nightmare, she thought, it can't be real.
But real it was, so very real.
Rhoda was dragging her now, forcing her into the John.
Rhoda squatted on the toilet while Gail huddled on the floor sobbing. Rhoda started shitting, smiling at Gail with her red lips, her legs spread wide apart.
Rhoda was also dressed up in fancy underwear. She wore sheer nylons. She kept her legs wide open to show her dark hairy pussy to Gail.
The blond quivered as she heard the turds dropping into the bowl.
Then finally Rhoda was finished. She rose up, kept her skirt at her waist and turned to flush the toilet. Then, her back to Gail, she bent forward. "Go on, darling, lick it. Clean my asshole. If you don't do it, you'll be sorry. I'll have Moose fuck your asshole. He'll kill you with that prick he's got. Come on, don't keep me waiting."
Gail moved in a trance. She somehow found the strength to crawl behind Rhoda. She trembled as she thought about Moose. His giant prick. That cock of his would finish her off if he ever fucked her ass. He'd kill her if he ever tried it. Better this. Better Rhoda's ass here in front of her face. Rhoda's ass was so white. The brunette wore a red garter belt and sheer black nylons. She had such sexy legs. Her ass was lush and round, her asscrack a deep dark split between the two globes.
Rhoda was bending over now, spreading her asscheeks with her hands to show Gail her asshole.
There it was, the brown berry, Rhoda's brownie, her puckered rose.
Gail could see traces of shit on the dark hair around Rhoda's asshole.
Go on, do it, she thought, otherwise she'll hurt you.
She closed her eyes. Dear God. She moved forward, her face touched Rhoda's milkwhite asscheeks. Then she had the smell of it, Rhoda's shitty ass. Then her tongue was in the crack. She lapped like a dog, lapping up and down over the brunette's asshole, cleaning her, cleaning her shit, wetting her shithole.
Rhoda chuckled and wagged her ass. "Go on, princess, let me feel your tongue inside. Oh, that's nice. A little rimming never hurt anyone. You'll get to like it. And even if you don't like it, what's the difference, you'll do it whenever I want. Oh, that's good. Get it way in there, I like to be really clean."
After it was finished, after she had Rhoda's asshole and asscrack cleaned with her saliva, Gail had to wash her face and do the make-up all over again.
Rhoda teased her, asked how she like the taste of her shit. She pinched Gail's ass and goosed her asshole through her dress and laughed at the way Gail jumped.
At least Gail had her face made up again and her clothes straightened.
She thought she'd have a rest now, maybe get abused by the men instead of Rhoda and she'd be thankful for that. The brunette was a sadistic bitch. Oh, how she hated her!
Rhoda smiled and opened a box she'd brought out of the closet. She pulled out some weird-looking stuff, handcuffs and chains, all kinds of shit, freaky bondage stuff Gail had seen in sex magazines.
"Let's get you done up in something interesting." Rhoda said. "First the handcuffs, then we'll see."
Gail was helpless. She stood there and let Rhoda put the cuffs on her wrists. Her hands were fastened together behind her back and she could hardly move her arms.
Then suddenly Rhoda opened the front of Gail's dress, pulled the dress to each side to expose her bra-encased tits.
Gail's nipples protruded obscenely through the holes in the bra. Rhoda chuckled and Gail gasped as she saw the clips in Rhoda's hands.
In a moment Gail had a clip attached to each of her nipples, the teeth of the clips biting into her tender nipple-flesh. To each clip was attached a small chain and Rhoda demonstrated how pulling at the chains could cause Gail unbearable pain.
"It's so easy," Rhoda said with a smile, and she pulled the chains until Gail screamed.
Then Rhoda shoved a ball-gag into Gail's mouth.
The blonde found her mouth stuffed and stretched wide. She could hardly breathe. I'll die, she thought, I'll choke on my own spit.
But she didn't choke, not yet.
Rhoda pushed Gail in front of a mirror to show her what she looked like.
Gail stared at the mirror, her eyes wide. Her fully packed bra hung out of her dress, her nipples protruding through the holes with clips attached to each one, a small chain hanging from each clip. The ball-gag stuffed her mouth, a black ball stretching her mouth as though she were a pig ready to be offered up at a feast. She wanted to die right there.
"All right," Rhoda said, "let's see what the boys think. I bet they'll love it. When we get to the kitchen we've got to find something to stick in your ass. I'm giving you to Moose after all. Sorry, darling. It turns me on to think about Moose shoving that big cock up your pretty ass. I guess you'll just have to take it. But maybe we can loosen you up a bit first with a cucumber or something. Don't you think we ought to do that?"
Rhoda laughed and pushed her out of the room and led her down the hall to the large living room.
They were all in there. Rhoda pushed her inside and paraded her before the men. She had to walk back and forth to show them how nice she looked. Rhoda tugged at the chains to show them how the clips pulled at Gail's nipples. Gail couldn't scream because of the ball-gag, but the pain was evident in her face.
They'll tear my nipples off, Gail thought. I'll be mutilated.
Then her dress was lifted to show the men her ass and cunt, the garter belt and nylons.
They all took turns feeling her ass and pussy.
Charlie pinched and twisted Gail's clit and told Rhoda maybe she ought to be shaved, she had too much hair on her cunt.
Rhoda said sure, tomorrow she'd shave Gail clean, get her slit as clean as a baby's ass. "She's a doll," Rhoda said, "she loves piss."
"You're kidding," Charlie said.
"No, I'm not, she loves it, don't you, honey?" And she pulled at one of the nipple-clips.
There was no way Gail could scream, no way at all. She had to nod to stop it. She had to nod yes she liked piss.
Charlie laughed and the others laughed too.
"Well, hot dog," Eddie said, "I've got a gallon of piss for her."
In a moment the ball-gag was popped out of Gail's mouth and Rhoda pushed her down on her knees in front of Eddie.
His cock was out of his fly already, a limp sausage of a cock, a long prick with a long foreskin almost completely covering his rosy cockhead.
The moment Gail opened her mouth, Eddie filled it with his prick. He laughed as he started to piss.
Oh, my God, Gail thought. The hot piss filled her mouth and cascaded down her throat. She couldn't help it, she had to swallow it. The bastards, she thought, what animals they were!
She was overwhelmed by the taste of Eddie's piss, the smell of it.
She was filthy again, but not so much this time, not as much as the last time with Rhoda. She was getting nearly all of Eddie's piss, hardly a drop of it spilling. She drank every drop, swallowed it down. Her throat burned and she wanted to die with shame.
When Eddie was finally finished, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, tucked it away in his fly, zipped up and smirked at her. "Nice," he said, "she's got a nice mouth."
They had themselves a time with her. They had a little party. Charlie finally got around to fucking Rhoda and this time the other men could watch it.
Gail was astonished at the way Rhoda could let Charlie fuck her while the others watched. She could tell by the way the men looked that it excited them to watch Rhoda get fucked.
Then Rhoda called to Gail and Gail had to get behind Charlie and suck his asshole while he fucked the brunette.
She focused all her attention on Charlie's hairy asshole. At least while she was busy they wouldn't hurt her. Charlie's ass wasn't clean, not at all. They were all animals. She had the taste of Charlie's ass in her mouth, but at least it wasn't as bad as with Rhoda before. How horrible that was, cleaning Rhoda's asshole like that after she shit. Rhoda was a beast, completely sadistic. Oh, God, Gail thought, how will I survive this?
After that, she had to rim and blow Eddie and Tony one after the other. She had to suck their assholes until their cocks got hard. Then she had to suck off their pricks.
She took two heavy loads of jism down her throat. Tony had more of it. His spunk was thick and gluey and she almost choked on it.
She hated it. She hated the bastards. Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back and her arms hurt and she wished she was dead.
And Moose? He sat there watching her with a smile on his big dumb face. He had a knowing look in his eyes. Rhoda had already told him what he'd be getting, and now that Gail was finished with Eddie and Tony she had Moose to contend with.
"Okay," Rhoda said to Gail, "I thought we'd get your asshole stretched first, but Moose is to impatient. Bend over, honey. I'll grease your asshole, otherwise he'll kill you."
She had to bend over, dressed as she was, her ass naked. Rhoda shoved Vaseline up her asshole with a finger. She played with Gail's assbud, chuckling as she screwed her finger in and out. "She's tight, Moose. You'd better go slowly. Come on, let's get started."
Then the big ape was behind Gail, his huge hands on her ass, his monstrous cockhead pressing against her asshole.
Pray, Gail thought, pray or you'll die.
She held her breath as his cock pushed and pressed against her tender asshole.
She felt like her shithole was being stretched a mile wide. Go on, shit, she thought, do it or he'll kill you. She pushed out, pushed her asshole out, opened herself to his cock.
He continued pushing forward, and then his cock was inside her ass like a baseball bat. So huge he was. Oh, God, she thought, I can't take it.
But yes, she was taking it, he was in there!
He slid forward slowly, but he slid forward. Inch by inch, he gave her his whole cock, the whole length of it.
She was overwhelmed by the feel of his cock, big and thick and hot, stretching her asshole. So big it was, right up in her throat. She could feel him in her throat. Oh, God, now he was pulling out, slowly pulling back.
It seemed like he pulled a mile of cock out of her ass, and then he stopped and began pushing in again.
I can't take it, she thought.
But she was taking it. She was now wide open, her ass a mile wide, big enough to take a truck.
He moved in and out, his cock sliding. She heard a woman groan loudly and realized it was herself. I'm losing my mind, she though. Oh, that cock, my God, my God!
And then Moose roared and shook and cursed and the hot jism pumped into her ass. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk, all hot and thick, his ass bucking, the jism splashing into her shitter as he came.
When he was finished with her, he pulled his big cock out of her ass and pushed her away and her eyes rolled up as she collapsed on the floor.
She lay there awhile. She thought it was finished, but it wasn't. There was more. Rhoda came over and kicked her, made her get up and crawl over to Moose.
He stood there waiting for her, his huge cock still hanging out of his pants.
"Go on, clean it, princess," Rhoda said. "Clean the shit off his cock. It's your own shit. Get him clean, you funky slut, clean his prick."
She crawled to him and licked his prick, sucked it clean, licked it like a popsicle until he patted her head and smiled, and finally pushed her away.
"Good girl,;" Moose said, "I like your ass." Rhoda laughed and kicked her in the stomach.
CHAPTER SIX
More than a week passed and she was still a prisoner. She was still captive in the house and still under the thumb of Rhoda.
She was not allowed to go anywhere. She was nothing but a servant, a slave used by them whenever they felt like it.
Moose kept her busy fucking her ass. She could take his cock now. There was always some pain, but her asshole was stretched and after the first few moments the pain was gone. After that, there was nothing but the humiliation, her ass plugged with his huge cock.
Rhoda's game was pissing, and she did plenty of it. It was always done in private, just the two of them, her mouth pressed against Rhoda's cunt, Rhoda pissing a torrent, patting her head and saying what a good girl she was because she didn't miss a drop. "Drink it, baby," Rhoda would say, "drink my hot piss."
She was used to it now, used to the taste and smell of Rhoda. She was thankful Rhoda didn't make her clean her asshole again. She would die if she had to do that again. Just the memory of it made her shudder.
They beat her sometimes. They used a short whip on her ass. They didn't do it for any reason she could see except for the sheer meanness of it. She had welts on her ass. They weren't too bad, but she was marked.
They'd moved her to a different room, something more decent, with a real bed and a chest of drawers and a mirror, and sometimes when she was alone she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at the welts on her ass and the bruises on her nipples where the clips had hurt her. And down there was her shaved pussy, so clean, completely shaved by Rhoda one day. She now had not a hair anywhere near her pussy. Her cunt was so visible, like a little girl's cunt, but yet it was a woman's cunt. When she opened her legs you could see her thick pink cuntlips and her clit. It was strange to look at without the hair.
Sometimes she wished she could suck herself. She'd like to suck herself off, suck on her clit until she came. She'd rather use her mouth for her own pleasure for a change. Instead of for the others. They used her mouth like a toilet, pissing in it and coming in it. She had to clean Moose's cock with her mouth whenever he fucked her ass. She kept her bowels empty. She tried to shit as often as possible so that when he fucked her ass he didn't have her shit on his cock. She hated the taste of her own shit. The best thing was to keep it off his cock.
Then one afternoon Rhoda told Gail she'd go out with them all that evening. "Just a small excursion," Rhoda said. "We're going to a party with some friends. But don't count on escaping, sweetie. We'll be right there. It's a party with some friends and we want to show you off. You'll be gagged, of course. Just behave yourself and everything will be fine."
But the idea of finally getting out of the house made her quiver with anticipation and hope.
Maybe she'd have a chance to escape, or at least to talk to someone, tell them how she was a prisoner. She would tell them to call the police, tell them to help her.
She had to do something. All her life she was used to telling people what to do, the people who worked for her at the hotel, her boyfriends. Now look at her. It was unbelievable. Here she was locked up in a house and they did all those things to her. It was so damn horrible, so horrible.
When evening came, Rhoda took great care in dressing her up.
Rhoda treated her like a doll. She brought out gold clips for her nipples. Gail hadn't seen these before. They were like jewelry, but the teeth were sharp and she immediately felt the pain when Rhoda attached them to her tits. Rhoda tugged the gold chains attached to the clips and giggled at the way Gail moaned. Rhoda's eyes had glittered as she studied her.
She treats me like I'm some kind of insect, Gail thought.
Then Rhoda began playing with Gail's clit, using her fingertip to flick it up and down.
Rhoda was fascinated by her big clit. Ever since the time Rhoda shaved her pussy and it could be seen clearly, sticking out.
"Jesus," Rhoda said, "you've got a little cock."
But it wasn't, it was only a clit. And it was so damn sensitive, one touch and she was off, and Rhoda knew it. The brunette teased her all the time, flipping her clit every chance she had, and then when her pussy was wet, sticking her fingers in it and making Gail lick them clean. She had to lick her own cuntjuice off Rhoda's fingers.
Well, so what, she thought, she'd rather lick her own cuntjuice than lick Rhoda's or lick Rhoda's piss. If she wants to diddle my clit it's better than the other things.
She wore a cape to the party. Rhoda made her wear a black leather collar with metal studs. She had her wrists handcuffed behind her back. Her tits were bare, her nipples rouged and clipped. She wore a black leather garter belt, black nylons and black heels. Her pussy was shaved. Gold chains dangled from her clipped nipples. The cape was closed only at her throat so anyone could open it and see what she looked like. That's what Rhoda said. They could see what she looked like and maybe pull the chains if they wanted to hurt her.
Then Rhoda shoved the black ball-gag in her mouth. She tied the gag around her head with a leather strap, tied it tight and locked the ends with a small gold lock.
"You don't talk tonight," Rhoda said. "Not a word, not to anyone. If I catch you trying, I'll burn you. I'll burn your nipples off with a cigarette, I swear it. You just behave yourself tonight. We hear Frankie the Fish might be there tonight, so you just behave yourself."
Was Frankie the Fish the big boss? Was he the one responsible for all this? Maybe he didn't know what they were doing to her. Maybe if he knew it he would tell them to stop. Maybe it was a chance. I'm in a daze, she thought. No matter what happens tonight, I'm not going to escape, not going to get out of this. Oh, God, the gag in her mouth was awful, her saliva was drooling. And her nipples hurt. The new clips hurt her nipples more than the others had and it was awful.
They took two cars and she rode in the back of one with Moose.
He had his hand between her legs, his big finger playing with her hairless cunt.
He kept on saying how smooth she was, and how he loved her smooth pussy. His finger rubbed her cuntlips and her clit and soon she juiced up. She couldn't help it, her cunt became so wet. The big ape, she hated him. The way he'd ruined her asshole. She-couldn't look at him without thinking of his cock in her ass.
She had to keep her legs apart to make room for his hand. He toyed with her clit, rubbed his finger back and forth and along the shaft, pulled at the hood of her clit. He was getting her hot and she hated that, hated the juice pouring out of her cunt on his fingers, on the seat of the car.
Her stockings were tight around her thighs. She did look sexy, she had to admit that. Rhoda was clever. Rhoda was a clever sadistic bitch. Oh, God, that finger, it made her crazy.
She had no idea where they took her, but finally they arrived at a big house filled with a crowd of people.
A dozen big cars were in front and back of the house. The house looked like it had a hundred rooms.
Some of the women were real lookers.
Rhoda led Gail around with her, showing her off, people chuckling at the way she looked. They snickered at the ball-gag in her mouth.
Rhoda told everyone Gail was a mosochist. She told them Gail loved having the gag in her mouth. She told them Gail liked to do all sorts of things. She told them one lie after the other and they believed her.
They all looked at Gail. They looked at the open cape, the clips on her nipples, her shaved pussy, the gag in her mouth. They looked at her and smirked. She could see the mockery in their eyes. You poor thing, the eyes said.
Some of them touched her. They fingered the clips, lifted her tits to see how heavy they were. . "Nice boobs," a man said, then he ran a finger between her cuntlips. He told the woman with him, who had to be his wife, that she ought to shave like this.
"Over my dead body," the wife said. "I don't like to be naked like that, you can see too much."
They all thought Gail was just another weirdo. No one realized she was a prisoner. She couldn't talk, not a word. She had no way to tell them, no way to save herself.
It took a while for the party to get going. She could tell what would happen. She could tell by the way the people talked, the way they dressed, the way they moved, the eyes on her. This would be a wild party, something far out.
She wasn't the only one in her condition, she saw at least three other women like her.
One was a young blonde about eighteen, completely naked, not a scrap on her pale white body, not even shoes. All she had was a long chain leading out of her pussy, a diamond studded clip attached to one of her cuntlips. The older woman she was with held the chain and pulled it now and then to show what happened when she pulled the chain, the girl's cunt opened up like a pink flower. Such a sweet-looking girl she was. She smiled each time somebody looked at her open cunt. She liked it. She liked having them look.
Another one was a woman in her thirties, dark hair, a soft face. She was dressed in a tight corset, her tits hanging over the top, her ass naked. She wore nylons held up by garters. She had welts on her ass and tits and thighs. Her eyes were red from crying. She certainly didn't like it, but she said nothing, no complaints. She had a collar and chain. The man with her held the chain and each time he stopped to talk to someone she had to sit down on the floor like a dog.
The third woman was something, a tall redhead, long red hair, long legs. She was naked above the waist, her tits like pears with long pink nipples. Her tits jiggled as she moved. She spent all her time on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Sometimes it was the man with her, sometimes another man. She sucked like a vacuum pump, her cheeks caved in as she worked her mouth. It was something to watch. She was always on her knees and you might miss her if you didn't look for her. It seemed so normal, so ordinary. She had a collar, too, and a chain and Gail realized that was the sign. You saw the collar and chain and you knew what they were.
Were they prisoners like her or not? How could she tell? She couldn't ask, not with the gag in her mouth. She was the only one with a gag. Maybe somehow she could knock it out and scream, tell them she wasn't like the others, she wasn't like them. She was here against her will. She would scream and tell them all.
Before long the party was really under way. As Gail expected, people were soon fucking and sucking all around her. Rhoda pushed her over to a man Rhoda knew. She never introduced Gail. She just said that if the man wanted to fuck Gail he was welcome to her.
"Look at her pussy," Rhoda said. "She's a smoothie."
The man looked and smiled and said sure, he'd like to fuck her. He brought his cock out and pumped it with his hand until it was hard. He stretched out on a sofa and Gail had to climb on.
Rhoda pushed her onto his cock. Gail had to ride his cock, and then suddenly her cape was pulled off and there she was naked but for the clips on her nipples, the chains, the garter belt and nylons.
A crowd of people were watching them now, watching her fuck this man, this stranger.
Then she felt a burning pain in her ass as Rhoda began whipping her. The brunette lashed a whip against her ass as Gail rode the cock in her cunt.
She rode the man until he came. She took his jism in her pussy, her ass burning from the whipping, her arms hurting because of the way her wrists were twisted behind her back. She was so miserable. She was so desperate, and yet there was nothing she could do, nothing at all. The gag in her mouth prevented that. They all thought this was what she wanted.
After Gail climbed off the man, a woman approached and told Rhoda she'd like to fuck Gail if Rhoda wouldn't mind.
The woman showed Rhoda the dildo she had, a long plastic cock with straps.
Rhoda smiled. "Sure, be my guest."
"Can I do her ass?"
Rhoda smiled again. "Sure, she loves it in the ass."
The woman giggled. She climbed out of her jumpsuit. She strapped the dildo on and wiggled around to get the back end in the right place against her clit. She tightened the straps and then she smiled at Gail and with a sweet voice told Gail to bend over on the sofa.
Gail did it. She knew there was no way she could refuse. In a moment the woman was pushing the dildo inside Gail's ass, fucking it in and out of her shitter.
Gail was thankful the dildo wasn't that big. Certainly not as big as Moose's cock. But it was harder than a real cock, so fucking hard it hurt.
The shame of it, to be bent over and fucked in the ass by another woman like an animal. Gail quivered and shuddered and groaned through the ball-gag.
The woman continued pumping the dildo in and out of Gail's ass. She giggled and pinched Gail's asscheeks. Then she reached down to grab the chains attached to Gail's nipples. She pulled at the clips, tearing Gail's nipples as she fucked Gail's ass with the dildo.
Gail was worn out after it was finished. She lay on the floor at Rhoda's feet and begged her with her eyes. No more. She couldn't take it, she'd die. Rhoda laughed and told the crowd how much Gail liked to be pissed on. If anyone was interested they could do it.
Sure, someone was interested. Three men, grinning like hyenas, pulled their cocks out and began pissing on her.
A flood of hot piss rained down on her body, on her tits, on her shaved pussy, on her face. They pissed on her as she lay there on the floor in the middle of the room. The carpet was soaked with piss but no one seemed to care. They pissed all over her, from head to toe. She was thankful she still had the gag in her mouth. At least she didn't have to drink the piss.
Rhoda led her away after that and helped her clean up. Then she had to suck Rhoda off and drink her piss like always. They did it in the bathroom with the door locked. When Rhoda was finished pissing in Gail's mouth, she shoved the ball-gag back and patted Gail's cheek.
"So far you've been a good girl. Keep it up."
When they came out of the bathroom, they found a woman waiting. It was an old friend of Rhoda's. Her name was Bella and she was in her forties. She had dark hair and dark eyes which burned into Gail.
"Oh, she's so pretty," Bella said. "Can I take her in there? Can I take her in the bathroom?"
Rhoda thought about it and then chuckled. "All right, but don't get too crazy, Bella, honey. I want her back, and for God's sake let her clean up before you bring her back to me."
Bella smiled and nodded. "Don't worry about anything, I'll take care of it."
In a moment, Gail was inside the bathroom with Bella, the door locked and Bella smiling. Bella pulled at Gail's nipple-clips.
"You're a dear, aren't you? In the tub, honey, I've got a present for you. I can tell you'll love it."
Bella pushed her into the bathtub, forcing her down so that she was stretched out on her back.
Then Bella climbed into the bath and straddled her. She squatted and lifted her dress to show her bare ass.
She wiggled her ass in Gail's face. The woman had a full round ass with huge white asscheeks. As Gail watched, Bella pulled her fat asscheeks open with her hands and started shitting and farting.
Gail thought she'd die. Three huge turds came out of Bella's wide-open asshole, three turds squeezed out, one after the other.
The turds dropped on Gail's tits like soft bombs.
There she was, lying in a bathtub and shit bombed by a crazy old bitch!
Of course, Bella finally ran out of shit and the fun was over. Gail had to clean up. Bella helped her, washing her and giggling, helping her dry herself, then helping her dress.
"Rhoda always knows how to pick them," Bella said. "I love your tits. When I saw them out there, I decided I just had to shit on your tits. You understand, don't you. I just had to do it."
The ball-gag had never come out of Gail's mouth. She wanted to tell Bella she was a captive, but she had no way to do it.
When they left the bathroom and at last returned to Rhoda, the brunette smiled at Gail and pulled at her nipples.
"Frankie the Fish Gorham is here." she said. "Mr. Gorham has arrived."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Frankie the Fish Gorham was his name. He had white hair and a big nose and big hands. He sat in one of the rooms with a hairy gorilla named Oscar standing beside him. Oscar was his lieutenant. Oscar had arms as big as Gail's thighs and the way he leered at her made her tremble.
Gorham and Oscar snickered at Gail. They stared at her as she stood there beside Rhoda. The cape was off and she was naked. She had the ball-gag in her mouth. Her naked tits had the clips attached to her nipples. Her poor nipples were swollen by now. After all the pulling and tugging it was a wonder they weren't torn off.
Gorham and Oscar smiled and ran their eyes up and down her garter belt and nylons, her shaved pussy, the gold chains hanging from her nipples.
Gorham finally said to Rhoda: "She been giving you any trouble?"
Rhoda shrugged. "No, Frankie, not much trouble. Anyway, you know I can handle it."
"Her rat-prick of a brother hasn't been called yet. It might take some time. What you been doing with her? Some lezzy shit? I bet you had a good time."
Rhoda blushed. "Come on, Frankie, don't be mean. You know I like a girl once in a while."
"She eats your cunt, huh? Stupid lezzy shit, I don't like it, it's against nature. What else do you do with her?"
"She likes piss."
Gorham chuckled and looked at Gail. "Is that true, blondie?"
Unable to talk because of the gag in her mouth, Gail vigorously shook her head. God, how she hated Rhoda for lying like that. How mean she is. She hated the pissing and Rhoda knew it.
Gorham looked amused at the apparent conflict between the two women.
"Go on," he said, "show me. Show me how she likes it."
In a moment, Rhoda had Gail down on her knees. She popped the ball-gag out of Gail's mouth. The brunette lifted her skirt to show her dark cuntbush. She spread her legs, moved forward and pushed her hairy cunt against Gail's mouth.
Gail gave up any idea of resisting. Rhoda held her head, pulled her face into the dark cunt.
Gail lost herself in the smell of Rhoda's pussy. She tried to remember if Rhoda had fucked anyone tonight, whether there would be jism in her cunthole, a load of cock-cream for her beside the piss. Sometimes when Charlie fucked Rhoda she saved his jism for Gail. It was crazy to think about that now. It wasn't as if she missed the jism, she hated it. She hated sucking the slime out of another woman's cunt, although God knows, it wasn't as bad as she used to think. Nor was sucking cock. Under the right circumstances she might even like the feel of a hot prick in her mouth.
Rhoda pulled at Gail's head, forcing her face around to get the blonde's mouth in place. Gail helped. She knew where to put her mouth. She'd rather have it in her mouth than all over her. It was awful to have that hot piss all over her body. It was awful to swim in it. She'd rather drink it down fast.
With Rhoda the problem was to find her peehole through all that hair. But Gail knew how. Now she was ready, as ready as she could be.
And suddenly there it was, the warm piss gushing out of Rhoda, the brunette squirming, making mewling sounds.
She kept her hands on Gail's head. Gail swallowed the hot piss as it streamed over her tongue.
Rhoda smiled at Gorham.
"I'm doing it, Frankie. Look how she takes it." She pumped the piss into Gail's open mouth. "She knows how, Frankie, she never misses a drop."
After Rhoda finished pissing, after Gail swallowed the last spurt, Gorham chuckled and said, "Maybe she's got possibilities. Show me her asshole."
Gail had to get up and turn around. They forced her to bend over and show her asshole. They ordered her to use her hands to spread her asscheeks.
Rhoda talked about Gail's asshole, about how stretched it was, stretched but still tight enough to grip a cock. She showed Gorham by sliding two fingers inside Gail's ass.
The brunette pumped her fingers in and out of Gail's asshole, screwing and twisting her fingers to show how the blonde's asshole easily stretched.
The bitch, Gail thought. She doesn't have to. He didn't ask her. How horrible it was to be bent over like this before two strange men, her ass exposed and another woman's fingers in her shitter, another woman's fingers stretching her brownie. It was true how stretched it was. She was loose. She could hardly feel one finger unless she really squeezed down on it.
Finally Gorham said, "Okay, that's okay, let's give her an enema."
Rhoda snickered. "An enema, Frankie?"
"That's what I said. Do it here. Oscar, go find the stuff."
Gail remained bent over, her legs spread wide, her hands on her knees. She was only a few feet from Gorham and she knew he could see everything she had, her ass, her asshole, her white asscheeks.
Gorham said she had nice legs. He said he liked a broad with nice legs. He said he liked her shaved cunt, too. She looked clean, he said. He liked them clean. "So many broads these days are pigs." he said. "You open up their asses and you see shit on their assholes. How can you fuck an asshole like that? What they need is a lighted cigar up their asses. Then maybe they'll learn to keep their assholes clean. You got a clean asshole, Rhoda?"
The brunette blushed. "You know I have, Frankie."
"Stay away from that lezzy shit. You get her to do your asshole? She rims you?"
"Sometimes."
"She any good at it?"
"When she gets into it. She usually needs some encouragement."
He laughed. "What kind a fucking encouragement? I know you, Rhoda. You hit her in the fucking head and tell her to stick her tongue up your ass, that's encouragement, right?"
Rhoda chuckled. "That's right, Frankie."
Then Oscar was back. Gail didn't believe what was happening but she knew it was real. She knew Oscar was there with an enema bag filled with water. She knew she would get it up her ass.
The whole thing was so crazy. She'd never had an enema. Maybe when she was a child, but she couldn't remember. Who wants to remember something like that? But here she was and they were really going to do it. Right here in front of Gorham.
Oscar did the honors. He wasted no time. In a moment she felt him poking around the ring of her asshole with the tip of the enema nozzle.
Then suddenly he slipped it in. No trouble at all. She took the nozzle in her ass with no trouble. She hardly felt it. The nozzle was thinner than a finger.
And in another moment the water came, out of the bag and down the tube and into her ass, filling her shitter, her shit-tube, her bowels, filling her up.
So much water. She couldn't believe she was taking it all. When would it stop? My God, they'll blow me up, I can't take it.
But she could, it was obvious she could. The water kept coming. Her belly became bigger and bigger. She groaned and started wailing through the gag in her mouth and finally it stopped. The nozzle came out and Oscar shoved a plug up her ass to keep the water in.
Then Oscar and Rhoda made her straighten up, one holding each of her arms. She had to stand straight, her belly bloated with water. They turned her. She had to move toward Gorham. He wanted to feel her belly.
He chuckled as he ran his hand over her belly and then her ass. He tapped her belly with his fingers, then he slid his hand down to test the smoothness of her cuntlips. He probed her shaved cunt. He found her fuck-bud.
"Jesus Christ, what's this? Look at the fucking size of it. She's got a three-inch buzzer!"
Well, it was only two inches when it was stiff, but that was still big.
Then she had to turn around again so he could fondle her ass once more.
"She's got a good ass," he said. "Okay, Oscar take her in the John and empty her out. Rhoda, you go find a cucumber, I got to see how she takes it. And make it a big, I can see she's got a big fucking asshole. It needs a big cucumber."
Oscar let her away. She could hardly walk with all the water in her. She needed to let it out so bad it hurt. She was sure she'd have a hundred gallons of water shooting out of her asshole.
She trembled as they walked into the bathroom. Of course, Oscar the gorilla had to watch it, the ape. She hated them all, she hated his ugly grin as she squatted over the toilet. He leaned down, used one hand to pull the chain attached to one of her nipples, the other hand reached under her ass to pull the plug.
First she groaned, then came a great gushing noise, then the water shot out of her ass in a flood.
She sat down heavily on the toilet, the water coming out of her like Niagara Falls. She thought she'd die from relief, her belly getting smaller as the water poured out. Then the water was streaming and then it was dripping, hardly any of it left, all of it coming out of her poor shitter.
She wiped her ass while Oscar continued grinning at her. Then he led her back to Gorham in the room.
Rhoda was back now with a huge cucumber. She ran her hand over it and leered at Gail. She and Gorham joked about Gail's asshole.
I hate them, Gail thought. All right, get it over with, shove it up my ass and get it over with.
But for the moment, Gorham had other ideas. He had his cock out of his pants, his fist slowly stroking his prick.
"I need a suck-off," he said. "Come on, Rhoda, get down on it."
The brunette looked surprised. She giggled like a girl as she went on her knees. Her red mouth opened wide and then her lips closed around the knob of Gorham's big prick.
Gail and Oscar watched. Gail still had the gag in her mouth, her mouth wide like Rhoda's except Rhoda had Gorham's prick in hers.
Rhoda sucked with great skill. She pumped her face up and down, fucking Gorham's cock with her mouth. Gorham grunted and played with her ears.
Then he was coming, shooting down her throat. Rhoda swallowed convulsively, her throat working, her cheeks caving in, working her lips, sucking his spurting prick.
She finally pulled her lips off his dwindling prick. She licked his cockhead. She smacked her lips as though she'd just finished off a chocolate chip ice cream bar. Her mouth was wet with his jism.
Gail suddenly turned on. She had an urge to have a cock in her mouth. Even Gorham's cock. He sat there like a king and it would be a turnon to suck his cock. She was surprised at herself. She would even suck his prick right now, still wet with Rhoda's saliva. His soft prick looked delicious. She'd get it hard again. She'd pull another load out of his balls if he'd let her. She could almost taste it. She guessed his spunk would have a rich taste, not so thick but rich.
But Gail did not get to suck Gorham's cock. After Rhoda finished taking his load in her mouth, Gail had to show him how she took a cucumber up her ass.
She had to bend over again with her ass facing Gorham. Rhoda held the cuke and screwed it into Gail's ass. Rhoda fucked her ass with the cuke, sliding it in and out like a giant cock.
Gorham chuckled and made one crack after the other about the size of her asshole and the ease with which she took the cucumber.
Her tits hung down like melons, the chains attached to her nipples touching the floor. She wondered what it looked like. She wanted to see herself, her white ass as she bent over, the cucumber sliding in and out of her stretched asshole. Maybe she ought to be grateful her asshole was stretched. How could she take this if it wasn't? The cucumber would kill her.
Now it was like a cock, not bad if she let herself go. She could even like it. The stuffed feeling really got to you. Each time it was pulled out it felt like a big satisfying shit. If she ever got out of his, if she ever got away from these people, she'd make sure to get her ass fucked regularly. Maybe that was the trouble with some women she knew, the dried up bitches with their noses in the air. What they needed was a cock up the ass, nice and slow like this, a huge fat cock like this cucumber. You really feel it in your guts when it goes in. Oh, Christ, she felt like coming, but she didn't want to, not in front of them. She held back, turned herself off, damn them, damn her ass, it had a mind of its own. Oh, but it felt good, the big fucking cucumber in there so big and stiff, it felt marvelous.
Gorham finally ordered Rhoda to stop and the brunette pulled the cucumber out of Gail's ass.
Rhoda chuckled and showed Gorham how clean the cucumber was because of the enema.
"Okay, that's good," Gorham said. "Why don't you take care of Oscar, Rhoda? He needs to get off. He watches all this shit and he gets steamed up. It makes him nervous. Suck him off."
Rhoda balked. "Gee, Frankie, why don't you have her do it. I mean...."
"I said you."
"Come on, Frankie, I'd rather not, he turns me off."
"I don't give a shit which way he turns you, off or on or inside out, you suck him off, you fucking bitch. Whip her ass, Oscar. She lost her chance, now you whip her ass."
So there it was. Suddenly the tables were turned on Rhoda. The brunette trembled, pleaded with Gorham, but none of it did any good. He had his mind made up. He'd suddenly turned against her.
Gail watched them, watched Oscar with the whip in his hand, the hairy gorilla grinning as Rhoda raised her skirt to show her bare ass.
The brunette bent over and the next moment the whip hissed and cracked against her ass and left a red mark.
Then again the whip came down, cracked again and left another red mark. Rhoda whimpered and cried out and was soon sobbing.
Oscar gave her ten good ones. Gorham then said give the whip to the blonde, let her give Rhoda a few whacks, let's see how good she is.
And the next moment Gail was suddenly shocked as Oscar shoved the whip in her hand and pushed her towards Rhoda.
Yes, she would. Oh, yes, indeed. How could she refuse? She wouldn't refuse even if she could. The bitch Rhoda would get hers. She'd pay her back for all the pain and suffering she'd had, the pissing in her mouth.
Whack, the whip came down. It felt good to do it, oh, yes, she liked it, she liked whipping the bitch again and again.
Then Gorham told her to stop. Oscar took the whip. She thought she was through, thought Rhoda was finished getting her punishment, but Gorham wanted more.
He ordered Rhoda on the floor on her back, told Gail to get over her and piss on her face.
"Maybe that'll teach her," he said. "Let's see you do it. I mean, show me the piss coming out. Turn around so I can see it. That's it. Open it up and piss. Give it to her, blondie, piss on her face.
So she did it. She followed all his instructions, faced him as she squatted over Rhoda so he would see her hairless pussy, and she let go.
She realized at once it was the most satisfying piss she'd ever had in her life. It was marvelous to let go like this on the face of a woman she hated, Rhoda's pretty face, the hot piss splashing on Rhoda's hair, on her eyes, her nose, her red mouth. Look at how she keeps her mouth closed. She doesn't want to taste my piss. You bitch, open your mouth.
She squatted lower, slapped Rhoda's face, pinched her nose until the brunette opened her mouth.
Then she let her really have it, a flood of hot piss right down Rhoda's open mouth, the hot piss splashing into her throat, Gail's clit stiff and sticking out of her hairless cunt. She came, she came so hard she nearly fainted, she came as she pissed on Rhoda's face and it was the best come she'd ever had.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gorham took her away with him.
She was frightened at first. She wondered if things would be worse for her. But then she realized how happy she was to be away from Rhoda and the others. Gorham couldn't be worse. Her instinct told her things would be better.
She rode with him in his limousine. She sat on the floor between his legs with his cock in her mouth the way he wanted.
He had a fat juicy prick. He wasn't that old. He was so tough it turned her on.
She loved the feel of his warm cockmeat in her mouth. She kept his foreskin pushed back so she could feel his cockhead with her lips. She rubbed his pisshole with her tongue, sucked up the juice leaking out.
Sucking his prick was nice, even comforting. He didn't get hard. She just munched and sucked the fat prick in her mouth as the limo rolled along, and for the first time in a long time she felt good.
Something was happening to her, she could tell. Here she was enjoying a cock in her mouth when for all those years she'd found it disgusting. She felt like a baby nursing on a fat nipple. It felt good to have it in her mouth. She liked the taste of it. She liked the smell of Frankie Gorham's prick.
They finally arrived somewhere. She had no idea where it was. All she could tell was that the house was big, the furniture expensive. The floors were covered with deep carpets, and when you walked it was like walking on a cloud.
Oscar took her upstairs to a room. He told her it was to be hers. It was a lovely room, completely furnished. The windows looked out on a garden. The room even had a connecting John. There was a large closet filled with clothes, and most of the stuff looked as if it would fit.
She was happy. She was still a prisoner, but this was different, so much more pleasant. At least, for the time being. Maybe later the fireworks would start, but for now she liked the new set-up.
After Oscar left, she had a bath. Then she dried and powdered her body and came out to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She put some ointment on her nipples. She looked at her body carefully. Had she gained any weight? Maybe a pound or two. She looked good, better than she had had in a long time. She turned to look at her ass, and then she smirked at her image in the mirror and pulled her asscheeks apart to look at her asshole. Her little shitter. Well, that was changed, for sure. Now she had two holes for fucking instead of just one. She slipped a finger inside her asshole, screwed it in and out a bit and smiled at the way it turned her on. No more, she thought, you need some sleep. Thank God the bed looked comfortable.
She didn't see Gorham any more, not that in night, not for three days. Oscar came into her room the morning after she arrived and ordered her out of bed.
She understood she had to obey him. Gorham had told her that in the limo. She had to do whatever Oscar wanted.
So when she climbed out of bed and found him with his cock hanging out of his fly, she didn't hesitate. She knew what he wanted. She took his big prick in her mouth. He grunted and held her head with his hands and fucked her face.
"You got a nice mouth," he said, "real nice."
She thought she'd get a load of spunk down her throat, but he suddenly pulled his prick out of her mouth.
He dropped his pants and shorts, climbed on the bed and ordered her to rim his asshole.
She moved behind him. She stared at his hairy asshole. He was really a gorilla. She'd never seen so much hair on a man, all that dark hair growing into his asscrack.
She wondered if he was clean, then she thought, what's the difference? I've done it before.
The idea was even exciting. He was so hairy, so strong-looking. It was like the ass of a big hairy ape. It was thrilling to be forced to do it.
She moved closer and sniffed his ass. She rubbed her nose against his asscheeks, then pushed her nose into his asscrack.
The smell of his ass filled her nostrils. She pulled back a bit and gazed at his huge balls hanging low, the leathery sac covered with dark hair.
She began by licking his nuts from behind, first one and then the other. She pushed them around with her tongue. They bounced from side to side. They were like big plums in his sac.
She lapped her tongue over the wrinkled leathery skin, the curled hair growing on his ball-bag. She licked the upper part of the sac where the bag attached to his crotch. The tender skin was stretched by the weight of his balls.
Her nose was just opposite his asshole. She could smell his ass, the musky smell, the male aroma mixed with a faint smell of shit.
But it wasn't that unpleasant. Her tongue worked up, fluttering in the dark crack below his asshole, slowly approaching the target.
It was fun to tease him. She knew he was waiting for the feel of her tongue in his ass. Maybe he'd get angry and hit her. She was sure he could kill her with one arm.
Go on, she thought, don't be bashful. Do what you have to do. Give it to him, lay some tongue in his ass.
She did it softly at first, her tongue just fluttering over the tight brown ring, wetting the hairs around his bung, then licking the puckered rim itself.
His asshole was like a soft nut under her tongue, but she could feel all the ridges. Her nose was at the top of his asscrack. He was hairy even there and it tickled her nostrils.
She circled her tongue, lapping at his asshole, pushing at it. Then she focused on the ring itself, pushed in, tickled the tight hole and screwed her tongue inside.
Oscar groaned. "Eat it, baby, eat my ass."
You can't eat a hole, she thought with a giggle, how could she eat it?
She forced her tongue inside his ass, all of it, the whole length of her tongue, as much tongue as she could get out of her mouth.
She gave him the whole length of her tongue all the way inside his ass, his muscular ass-ring gripping her tongue, clamping down on it.
Then she pulled back slowly, pulling her tongue out to the tip, circling the puckered rim before pushing inside again.
She twirled her tongue now, her lips pressed tight against his asscrack. The raised ring of his asshole was inside her mouth, her tongue stretched to its full length inside his shitter.
His asshole pulled at her tongue. He groaned, urging her to tongue-fuck his ass. He had his fist around his cock. He pumped his prick as her mouth sucked his asshole.
Her teeth nibbled at his bunghole. Her tongue slid in and out with a steady rhythm. His ass was wide open now, his asshole loose and wet, sucking on her tongue. She had the hair in his asscrack inside her mouth, his big balls slapping against her chin as he jerked off. He began to make sounds.
"Oh, shit," he said, and the next moment he was coming, his asshole contracting, closing around her tongue, pulling at her tongue as he came.
The jism spurted out of his cock, jet after jet against the mattress. She stayed with him, kept her mouth fastened to his twitching asshole, his shitter rhythmically clamping down on her tongue. She tonguefucked his hairy hot ass until he finished his come, until he finished milking his prick with his hand.
When Oscar's balls were empty, he pulled away from her and climbed off the bed. He still held his cock in his hand. His prick was now half-hard, dripping at the tip. His eyes glittered as he gazed at her, at the way she was still crouching there with her tits hanging down, kneeling there after sucking his asshole. He grinned.
"Shit, you're the best that's been around here in a long time. You want to get off? I'll watch you do it."
Yes, she did want to get off. Sucking his ass had made her so hot.
But she wanted more than just her fingers. She stared at his cock, his fat dripping cockhead. He couldn't fuck her with that thing, but he could do something else, something she suddenly wanted.
She looked at his face and blushed and said, "Would you piss on me, Oscar? Take me into the bathtub and piss on me. Would you do that for me?"
And how he would. The idea made him chuckle. With his cock still dangling, he stepped out of his pants and shorts and followed her into the John.
He watched her as she climbed into the tub, as she stretched out on her back. She waited for him with one hand between her legs, her fingers playing with her clit.
Come on, Oscar, give it to me, she thought. She wanted his piss splashing on her while she jerked off.
He climbed into the tub after her. He straddled her, stood over her with his big cock dangling like a fat sausage.
Then his fingers closed around his cockshaft. He grinned at her, his hairy body looming over her.
She could feel her heart beating in her ears. This was different. Now she was asking for it. She was no longer the same woman now. She wanted a flood of hot piss on her. She knew she'd have a marvelous come. She was so excited. She kept her eyes on his pisshole as she waited for it.
Oscar grunted, his fingers rolling his prick, and suddenly the piss began shooting out like water out of a hose.
The hot yellow piss splashed on her tits and belly, then down on her cunt.
She opened her cunt, held her cuntlips apart with her fingers to feel the hot piss on her clit.
It was marvelous. She started coming. She writhed in the tub, the piss splashing all over her.
He drenched her with his piss. Her cunt was so warm. Her thighs quivered as she rubbed herself off, as she rubbed her stiff clit. The hot piss splashed on her fingers, on her clit, her cunthole, her asshole. The orgasm ripped through her, blowing her mind out. She sobbed as she came, rubbing her clit in a frenzy under the stream of piss.
It was three days before Gorham came back, and when he returned she was brought down to him by Oscar.
That first evening it was clear to her she would be Gorham's slave girl. She was his captive, yes, because of her brother, but she could also be his slave girl.
Naked except for high-heeled sandals on her feet, she served Gorham his food, his wine, his Cuban cigar. Then after dinner he started with her. He pinched her nipples, teasing her and grinning.
"You got nice tits," he said. "What you been doing while I was gone? Sucking Oscar's ass? He told me all about it. You like it, huh? Come over here, I'll piss in your mouth. Let's find out how good you are."
And there she was on her knees in front of him, a naked slave girl.
He opened his fly and pulled his prick out. He fondled his fat juicy-looking cockhead and milked his cock with his fingers. He pulled his foreskin back to completely expose the knob of his prick.
She opened her mouth and moved forward to fill it with his cock, but he chuckled and stopped her. "Don't take it in your mouth," he said. "Let me see the piss going in. Just keep your mouth open and make sure you get it all. I don't want any piss on the floor, this rug costs a fortune. You miss and you get your fucking head knocked around. Open wide like a big cunt. Maybe I'll piss up your nose."
He laughed and the next moment the piss gushed straight into her mouth, hot piss on her tongue, down her throat.
She had to swallow fast. Her mouth kept filling up with his piss. She'd never had it like this. She was afraid she wouldn't get it all.
But she did it. She took all of it, all the piss he had, her mouth open, kneeling there like a slave while he pissed down her throat.
She loved it. There was something about him, his strength, the hard look in his eyes. She loved having his hot piss filling her mouth, her mouth wide open so he could see. She came before he finished. She came as she swallowed the last mouthful.
Then she had to suck out the final drops, suck the last of it out of his pisshole while he held his cock with his fingers.
"You're okay," he said, "I like the way you do it."
Later on, he had her do what she expected. She knew he would because he knew all abut what she'd been doing for Rhoda.
He took her along to the bathroom. She had to wait outside while he shit. She stood there with her fingers in her cunt and listened to him grunting. Then she heard the water flush and he called her in.
He had his pants and shorts still at his ankles, his hairy legs and thighs naked. He turned to show her his ass.
"Go on," he said. He leaned forward, his hands on the sink.
He chuckled at her as she crouched down. She put her hands on his ass and spread his asscheeks. , A deep shudder ran through her as she moved forward and pressed her face against his ass.
She pushed her mouth into his asscrack, extended her tongue and began licking.
She cleaned his asshole, lapping up and down. She could taste his shit. After a while she came, a long slow come that rattled her bones.
She loved this too. She loved it. She knew what she was now. She'd learned about herself.
She licked his asshole clean and then she started sucking it.
She gave him plenty of tongue, really giving it to him, shoving her tongue all the way inside, screwing it rapidly in and out. She wanted him to like it. She wanted to blow his mind.
He grunted encouragement as she worked on his ass, kept his asshole against her mouth, squeezing her tongue with his shitter.
After a while it got to him and his cock became as hard as a rock. He pulled away from her, made her bend over the toilet. He teased her asshole, stretched it with two fingers, then a moment later he rammed his cock inside her ass and began fucking her.
She moaned, gyrated her ass, squirmed her asshole on his cock and begged him to really give it to her. She could take a cock in her ass as easily as in her cunt now, and she needed hard fucking in her ass to get off.
He finally emptied his balls in her shithole. It was a lovely fuck. She loved the feel of his cock sliding out of her ass, her asshole wet with his jism, her shit-tube twitching with complaint at the loss.
He made her clean his cock with her mouth, made her lick her own shit off his prick and she loved that too.
She kept one hand between her legs as she did it. She came hard as she sucked his shit-streaked prick.
God, I love it, she thought. She loved it so much she was afraid.
CHAPTER NINE
She was never wearing clothes. She was always naked, but at least they didn't gag her. How could they? She had to use her mouth so much with Gorham. She did not do it with Oscar any more, or anyone else. Just Gorham.
But he kept her busy. She had to drink his piss in the morning. Then around eleven o'clock he usually had a shit and she had to clean his asshole.
He was always away in the afternoon. Then in the evening at dinner she usually sucked his cock while he ate.
He never came in her mouth during dinner, but always afterward if he was in the mood.
He seldom fucked her. He liked to conserve his energy. What he wanted was a pretty girl to take care of him, keep his prick dry, clean his asshole, suck him off when his balls were full.
"You got a talent for it," he said, then he would pat her cheek and tell her she was a goodlooking broad, she should just behave herself and everything would work out.
Sometimes he slapped her around. Usually it was her tits he liked to hurt, but sometimes he whipped her ass.
It was a sort of bond between them. She usually liked the pain and he knew it and she knew he knew it. No secrets. She sucked his asshole and cried when he hurt her, and the more horribly he treated her the more she liked it. She knew it and he knew it.
She had the run of the house, but someone was always close by and there was no chance of escape.
One afternoon she wandered into a room filled with books. She was surprised because Gorham didn't seem the type to read books. When she asked Oscar about it, he said the house had once belonged to a man who owed Gorham money. Gorham had taken the house when the man couldn't pay. He'd even taken the man's wife, fucked her blind a few months and then threw her out. The books were the former owner's.
There were all kinds of books in that room, a lot of them about sex and some of them kinky. In one she found a picture of a girl with pierced nipples, a ring through each nipple.
The picture turned her on. She sat in the library staring at the picture of the girl's pierced nipples and she thought about how much it would hurt. She frigged herself with the picture in her lap. She had an orgasm with her eyes on the girl's pierced nipples.
When Gorham came home that day, she waited until after dinner and then she told him about the picture.
She said she found it exciting. Could he get that done to her? She could wear rings in her nipples, rings with little chains. He could pull the chains when he wanted to hurt her. Wouldn't be like that?
Gorham chuckled. "Rhoda did that, didn't she? She put chains on your tits?"
"Yes, but the chains had clips and not rings. I think rings would be nicer."
"Christ, you're a fucking weirdo, you know that?"
"Please, Frankie...."
He finally agreed. Oscar would take her to a doctor Frankie knew.
Frankie said if she tried anything funny she'd regret it.
She had no intention of trying anything. She knew better. Anyway, she was too turned on by the idea of having her nipples pierced.
How crazy it was. She was so changed.
She lay awake half the night wondering how much it would hurt, whether the doctor would use an anesthetic. She had her fingers in her cunt as she thought about it. Her clit was so stiff. She rubbed herself off three times before she could fall asleep.
The next day Oscar drove her to a doctor. His name was Bailey and he was a real fatherly type with a nice smile.
"How's Frankie," he said. "He's an old friend. He certainly has good taste in women, doesn't he? You're very attractive. Now don't you worry about a thing, I promise it won't hurt. I can't say I approve, but if that's what you want, why not? Okay?"
"Yes," she said. He had a glitter in his eyes. She could tell he was looking at her as a woman and not just as another patient. She wondered if he fucked any of the women who came in here. He probably did. When you saw that look in a man's eyes, it meant he took all the pussy he could get.
"All right," he said, "you can sit over there. You don't have to take everything off, just the blouse and whatever you have under it."
He watched her as she peeled her blouse off and then her light-weight bra.
He smiled and said; "Nice tits. Very nice. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"Well, at least you've got the nipples for it. I was worried they might be too small. We've got to have something to work with, don't we?" He chuckled and sat down in front of her. She found herself sitting there with her tits naked and his eyes on her nipples.
He touched her with both hands. His fingers pulled at her nipples. "Just testing," he said. "They're just right for something like this." Then his hands lifted her tits, squeezed each globe.
Go on, she thought, cop a feel, I don't care. His hands felt good. She could tell by his eyes that her tits turned him on.
He put some anesthetic ointment on her nipples, and in a minute they were numb. Then he used a needle to inject more anesthetic. She watched the needle go in. She almost came as she watched it. She was sorry he'd put the ointment on. She wanted to feel the needle. She knew it was crazy, but she wanted to feel it.
The piercing happened very fast. He pierced and stretched the flesh of each nipple, and then he slipped the gold rings she'd brought through the holes. He mopped up, cleaned up the few drops of blood with a swab of cotton and in a moment it was all finished.
"Just go easy for a few days," he said. Then, his eyes boring into hers, he added: "Frankie was right about you, you're a knockout."
He knows all about me, she thought. "Thank you," she said. He chuckled and took her tits in his hands again. Was it necessary? She didn't know. The feel of his hands turned her on and she was sure he knew it.
Then the doctor said, "Frankie told me a little about you. He said you would do a specialty for me."
"A specialty?"
"That's right."
"I don't...."
"Oh, there's no need to be bashful about it. Anyway, we have only a few minutes, I've got a busy schedule today. We don't have to get too involved, do we?"
"I don't know what you mean."
He laughed and patted her cheek. "Sure you do."
Then he rose up and slipped out of his white coat. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. He turned and bent over and she found herself staring at his white ass, at his dark asscrack. Frankie had obviously told him everything about her.
Why not? she thought. He just did me a favor, I'll do one in return. Anyway, he was cute. She wouldn't mind doing his ass.
She crouched behind him, sniffed his asscrack and then worked her face between his asscheeks.
She found his asshole with her tongue and began rimming him.
He grunted, and then after a while he started squealing. He had his hand on his prick and he was pumping it as she tongued his shitter.
He's jerking off just like Oscar, she thought. They're all the same. Get your tongue up their asses and they go crazy.
The doctor had a tight asshole. He smelled good and she tongue-fucked his asshole until he came. Then he turned around and she sucked his prick to get the last drops of his jism out. That was nice. She liked pulling the end of a load out of a prick.
He seemed embarrassed as he wiped his load off the floor with a Kleenex. She watched him as she put her bra and blouse on. She was careful not to hurt her nipples.
No one could tell when she was dressed that she had gold rings through her nipples. Well, it was done and she was glad. She'd put the chains on when she got back to the house.
She said goodby to the cute doctor. She found Oscar in the waiting room. She smiled at the receptionist. Maybe she ought to tell the girl what a nice asshole her boss had. She wondered if he was married, wondered if his wife ever -rimmed his asshole. Probably not. His wife was probably some stuffy type who thought just touching his cock was something a woman ought to do but she didn't have to be happy about it. Maybe if the cute doctor could get his wife to stick her tongue in his ass his wife wouldn't have so many headaches.
She felt good as she sat beside Oscar on the way back to the house.
She was hoping she'd find Frankie alone in the house. She wanted to show him the rings in her nipples and have him play with them. Maybe he'd fuck her if he got turned on.
But he wasn't alone. He had two friends with him, two guys his own age. They looked at her and smirked. They knew all about her, that was obvious.
She was embarrassed. She thought she'd go to her room and get out of her clothes. She was so used to being naked. She'd wait for Frankie to be alone.
But he said, "No, stay here. Show them what you got, I been telling them about you."
So she stripped for them. She stripped down to nothing, her nipples showing the rings.
They thought the rings were funny, but they had more interest in her ass. She had to bend over to show her asshole.
The men talked about her, one of them squeezing her hanging tits as she bent over, the other shoving a finger up her asshole.
He screwed his finger around, testing the tightness of her shitter and telling the others about it.
She knew she wasn't that tight, not any more, not after all the cocks and fingers she'd had in there.
But they wanted it anyway. They wanted her asshole, nothing else, just her ass. They fucked her ass one after the other and they were good at it. The assfucking turned her on.
Then afterward she sucked their cocks. She cleaned them up with her mouth. They were pleased. They complimented Frankie. They said she was a nice little package. They said her asshole was a little loose but she knew how to use her mouth.
Frankie was happy that his friends were pleased, that his friends enjoyed his hospitality, and that evening he did fuck her after dinner.
He took her to the den and she got to ride his cock while he pulled the chains attached to her nipples. He had sense enough to go easy so soon after she'd had her nipples pierced, but he made her cry out a few times.
When she came on his cock, he pulled the chains a little harder and she came all over again.
He finished in her mouth like he always did, shooting hard down her throat. He wasn't that young but he had thick spunk. She kept some of it on her tongue and showed it to im. He chuckled and twisted her ear and told her to go to her room.
She always felt like a little girl with Frankie. A little girl and a grown woman at the same time. A little girl with a grown woman's cunt and asshole. Frankie was like her father. She was a prisoner in his house but he was still like her father. She loved the way he fucked her. She loved his cock in her mouth and cunt and ass. She would take it in her ear if he wanted that. She would do anything he wanted no matter how weird. Look how I've changed, she thought, it's like a miracle.
It certainly was. A week later, Frankie had a party in the house for a crowd of his friends and when he told her what she'd be doing she didn't believe him at first.
But then she realized he was serious and the more she thought about it the more turned-on she became. My God, how slutty can you get? she asked herself.
What Frankie wanted was really wild. She'd wear a mask and nothing else and she'd be a bathroom girl. She'd stay in one of the bathrooms and she'd do whatever people wanted, whatever struck their fancy, both men and women. She would suck their cocks and cunts, clean their asses, anything they wanted.
"You'll get a lot of piss," Frankie said, "but so what, that's what you want, isn't it? You better be good, I don't want any complaints. These are my friends."
Finally the night of the party arrived and there she was in one of the bathrooms naked like a slave.
She wore a mask covering the upper part of her face. She had the gold chains attached to the rings through her nipples. She'd rouged her hairless cuntlips to bring them out. She did look pretty, she was certain of that. It gave her confidence.
She thought of all the nasty things she might have to do with people she didn't know. It made her shiver. Maybe it was too much, maybe she still ought to try to escape.
No, she wouldn't escape. She knew herself by now. She knew what she wanted. She wanted what she was getting.
The first one in the bathroom was a tough-looking stud in a pinstripe suit. He showed his gleaming teeth as he snickered at her.
"I didn't believe it," he said. "They've really got a cunt in here. What are you going to do, help me piss?"
"Whatever you like," she said. "I have to do whatever you want."
"Is that right?" He laughed. "Crazy. Go on, unzip me and bring it out. You can help me piss. That's what I came in here for. What a crazy fucking set-up this is, I got to hand it to Frankie, he's something."
She brought his prick out and held it as he stood over the toilet bowl. He slipped his arm around her and squeezed her ass. Then he started pissing, the hot yellow piss splashing into the bowl.
He pissed like a horse and she found it exciting to hold his thick prick while the piss came out.
Then when he finished she knelt down and sucked the last few drops of piss out of his pisshole. She pulled on his cockhead with her lips, sucking his pisshole to get it all out. She loved the salty taste, the feel of his soft cockhead in her mouth. She smelled after-shave on his cock or maybe it was on his balls. She liked it. She gobbled all his prick, took the whole prick in her mouth and started blowing him.
He laughed. "Sure, cutie, go on and suck me off. Jesus, what a gas. Frankie sure knows how to throw a party."
His cock quickly became stiff. It turned out he had quite a fucker, a good nine inches of solid cock.
She had a good time with it. She sucked on his fat cockhead and pumped his cockshaft with her hand. She brought him off in her mouth, great globs of hot jism spurting out of his prick. It was a good load. She loved it. She kept sucking until he had no more and then she helped him tuck his cock back inside his pants and zip up. He whistled as he walked out to rejoin the party. He was happy.
A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time it was a woman, a bitchy-looking brunette in her forties with expensive clothes and a classy hairdo.
The woman smirked and locked the door and stood there looking at her. She looked her up and down, looked at her tits, the rings through her nipples, the chains, her hairless pussy.
"My, my," the woman said, "you sure are a pretty picture. I guess you're what Frankie's been talking about. You're the bathroom girl. Is that right?"
"Yes."
"And what do you do?"
"Whatever you want."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"Oh boy," the woman said. "Oh wow."
CHAPTER TEN
The woman circled her like a panther, her eyes glittering, her eyes on Gail's tits, the rings in her nipples, the gold chains.
"What happens if I pull one of those chains?" the woman said. "Does it hurt?"
Gail felt her cunt twitch.
"Let's find out how much. You turn me on, you know. You really get off on it, don't you? I've met them before, but never as pretty as you."
Gail groaned as the woman pulled both chains at the same time, pulling at her nipples, stretching her tits, almost tearing her flesh. The pain was intense. I can't take it, she thought. Oh, my God.
Then it stopped. The woman chuckled. She dropped the chains, turned to look in the mirror, patted her hair.
"Kiss my ass," the woman said. "Lift my dress and kiss my ass."
Gail crouched behind her. She lifted the hem of the woman's dress, lifted it to expose her thighs. She continued lifting the dress until the woman's round white ass was uncovered. The brunette wore sheer thigh-high nylons and no panties. She had a full fleshy ass, the skin milk white, the ass-crack deep.
Gail kissed the woman's white assflesh. She kissed and licked her asscheeks, moving from one to the other, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva.
Then she moved into the brunette's asscrack, just on the outside, not deep in the crack.
"Go on," the woman said, "get in there. Say hello to my asshole, honey."
She reached back, spread her asscheeks with her hands to expose her brown asshole.
Gail moved in, her mouth pushing into the woman's asscrack, her tongue on the brunette's bunghole. She licked and lapped and twirled her tongue over the puckered assbud. She didn't mind. It was thrilling to be forced like this. She could smell the woman's ass, a warm female smell mixed with a scent of perfume.
"Good girl," the woman said, still facing the mirror, still fixing her hair. "I came here to pee, but I think I'll do more than that. Get in the tub."
Without saying a word, Gail rose up to move into the tub. The brunette chuckled and turned and suddenly slapped Gail's face. She almost lost her balance. When she straightened up, the woman slapped her again. "You like it, don't you, honey? Go on, get in the tub. I've never done this before, not this far, but here you are and I'm not going to lose the chance."
When Gail was in the tub, the woman came over her, straddled her with her ass towards Gail's face.
Gail knew what would happen. She expected it. She wanted it. She could always clean up afterward. She kept her eyes on the woman's ass, her lush asscheeks.
The brunette now reached back with her hands and spread her asscheeks. She squatted, lowered her ass, positioned herself over Gail's face.
Gail was hypnotized by the brown eye of the woman's asshole. The brunette's bunghole winked at her.
The woman grunted now, and then suddenly the piss came splashing on Gail's tits, a hot stream of piss.
The brunette giggled as she pissed. She squirmed her ass. Then her asshole opened like a small mouth and Gail quivered as she saw the beginning of a fat turd.
The woman strained and mewled with pleasure. The turd squeezed out slowly, then faster, a long brown sausage of shit, then it hung there a moment and suddenly dropped bulls-eye on Gail's face.
She wasn't quick enough. She knew she ought to have turned her face away, but so what, she wanted it, didn't she?
The woman farted, and then the beginning of another turd came out of her asshole. This one was smaller than the first. It came out fast. This time Gail turned her face and got it on her cheek.
The smell was strong now, the smell of warm shit.
One more turd came out, long and thin, the woman sighing. Reaching out, the brunette grabbed some toilet paper off the roll near the tub and wiped her ass.
Gail kept her eyes on the wiping, on the paper moving back and forth over the woman's asshole.
Then the woman finished. She dropped the wad of soiled toilet paper on Gail's face. She wiggled her ass and climbed out of the tub.
"You stay in there," the woman said. She chuckled. "You stink, honey, you stink so bad. Wait until I leave, will you? My God, this is too much. Some people are real weirdos. You've got my shit all over your face." She laughed. "You'd better have a bath. I'll never forget this, I certainly won't."
After the woman left, Gail locked the door and cleaned up. It wasn't that bad. In fifteen minutes she was like new. All she had was the memory of the shitting. It still made her quiver. She remembered the woman's ass, the brunette's asshole opening, the turds coming out, falling on her. How degrading it was. She was thrilled by that now. Just a month ago she wouldn't have believed it. Everything was different.
A few minutes after she unlocked the door a man came in. He was obviously a shy type. He looked her up and down. She could see the reluctance in his eyes. He knew about her. He knew about the girl in the bathroom, but he was shy. She smiled at him and asked him what he'd like her to do for him.
"I'll do whatever you want," she said. "You can piss in my mouth, if you like. How's that?"
She could tell how excited he was. His cock was hard when he pulled it out, so hard. There was no way he could piss, not with that hard-on.
She thought it was funny. She sucked his cockhead, then she pulled back. She told him to calm down. She pinched his prick. She told him to turn around and not look at her, maybe his hard-on would go down.
Finally his cock came down enough for him to piss and he faced her again.
She took his cock-knob in her mouth. His face was flushed. He kepth his eyes on her mouth. He started pissing.
He really let go. No holding back. His hot piss filled her mouth fast, some of it spilling out.
But she was an expert by now. She knew how to get the most of it. She left her throat open, her windpipe closed. The piss poured down hot and fast.
At last he was through, no more than some dripping out of his pisshole, a few spurts. She sucked the last drops out of his pisshole.
He was still half-hard and she liked the feel of his cock in her mouth. His prick began to swell up again. He was getting another hard-on.
She started blowing him, mouthfucking his cock.
Go on, she thought, come in my mouth. She wanted his load. First his piss and then his jism. Go on, come in my mouth, sweetie. What a nice cock. Not too big. She could get the whole prick in her mouth on the downstroke. She liked pumping a prick like this, moving her mouth up and down on his cockshaft, sucking his warm fuckmeat. It was marvelous.
He didn't last long, not as excited as he was. He came hard, the hot jism spurting on her tongue like dessert after the piss. She loved the tangy taste of his fuck-cream. She'd rather suck jism than piss any time.
Her fingers squeezed his balls, squeezed the last drops of his cock-knob.
"Jesus, you're something," he said. He walked out in a daze. She liked him. Maybe he'd be back later. Maybe he'd drink enough and come back to piss in her mouth again.
She had a whole evening of cleaning asshole and sucking cocks and cunts and drinking piss. One other woman shit on her. It was better than the first, the woman more of a bitch, making her spread the shit on her tits while she pulled at Gail's nipples with the chains.
After the party, maybe about three in the morning, she found herself alone with Oscar and Frankie again. She was tired, but she could see they had no intention of letting her go.
Frankie was in a sadistic mood. Oscar held her while Frankie had fun with her nipples. He pulled at them until she begged him to stop. The pain was so bad, the way he pulled her tits out. Her nipples were raw and swollen, blown up like cherries on her tits, so red and painful.
Then she had to open her cunt to show them her clit. She frigged her clit to get it stiff, pulled the hood back to make it stick out like a little cock.
They took their clothes off. Both men were soon naked, their cocks wagging at her like the trunks of two elephants.
Frankie said they'd fuck her both at the same time, her cunt and her ass. Oscar would get her cunt. Oscar pumped his cock with his fist and grinned at her. Frankie pinched her ass, then he shoved his finger inside her asshole to test the grip of her shitter.
"Tell me," he said, "how many assholes did you suck tonight?"
She'd lost count. It was true. She couldn't remember, there were so many. They were all confused in her mind, all the assholes and cuntholes and cocks and clits. After a while, she couldn't tell the men from the women. The women were usually worse, more mean. Their assholes were cleaner, but inside their heads they were mean.
Oscar lay down on the carpet, stretched out on his back, his hairy body wriggling. He had a big cock, a prick like a club. His balls were huge.
She climbed over him. She gripped his cock, put his cockhead inside her cunthole and sat down on his fuckpole.
She couldn't help groaning. It felt good. All the way inside, deep inside her cunt. His cockshaft was thick enough to stretch her cuntmouth.
Then she leaned forward, her tits hanging over his face. Oscar grinned as he pulled the chains attached to her nipples.
Frankie moved behind her, ran his hands over her ass, pinching her asscheeks, tickling her smooth cuntlips. He flipped her clit back and forth. It felt good. He knew how to do it.
Then his finger toyed with her asshole. He screwed his thumb inside her shitter. It had to be his thumb, she could feel how big it was. He pushed his thumb deep inside her shitter, twisting and turning it. She liked it. Then he shoved another finger inside her cunthole and she liked that even better. Now she had two of his fingers, one inside her ass and the other in her cunt. The finger inside her cunt was added to Oscar's cock and that opened her cuntmouth really wide. It felt good.
Then his fingers came out and she felt his cockhead pressing against her bunghole, and bingo, there he was inside.
Now she had two cocks inside her, one in her ass and one in her cunt. It was almost like one giant cock. It was something. Each cock tightened the hole the other cock was in. She felt filled and stuffed with cock. There was no feeling like it, except maybe a big fist rammed up her belly. She was certain she could take Frankie's fist up her cunt. Maybe she could even get his fist up her ass. That would be something. She imagined her asshole clamping down on his wrist. The image was exciting.
They started fucking her, rocking back and forth in her cunt and ass. Frankie called the shots. His cock fucked her ass with a steady stroke. He kept talking about how nice her asshole was.
"Real hot," he said. "It's got a good suck to it. You got a great ass, baby. I can fuck this ass any day. Look at that, it doesn't want to let go, look at the way it grabs my cock. Feels good, huh? I bet you love having all this cock in you."
She did love it. It felt so good. Such a nice cock in her ass and Oscar's too. She loved it. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling, the wonder of two cocks. They'll fuck my brains out, she thought. She wanted it all. The crazy things she'd done tonight in that bathroom. She needed a good fuck and now for sure she was getting it.
It was a week later that Frankie announced the grand jury in New York was finished. Her brother wouldn't be called. She could go home if she wanted.
"Any time you want," Frankie said.
"Do I have to go, Frankie?"
"What's that mean?"
"Can't I stay with you?"
He stared at her as if she was crazy and then he chuckled.
"You want to stay, you can stay. Sure, why not? Come on over here and suck me off."
So she stayed on. She wasn't sure if it was the right decision at first, but her instinct told her that it was what she wanted. She wanted this and not the old life she'd had. This was what she really wanted.
One day Frankie brought home a woman named Sarah. She was an attractive blonde a year or two older than Gail. He said Sarah's husband owed him some money and Sarah was here as mortgage.
"Take care of her," Frankie said. "Maybe you can teach her a few things."
He looked at Gail and winked and laughed and she knew what he meant.
She was thrilled at the idea. She knew what he meant, all right. She took Sarah upstairs to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and told Sarah to strip.
"I won't," Sarah said.
"Oh, yes, you will," Gail said, and she landed a roundhouse on the side of Sarah's face.
The blonde was astonished. She spit some blood out of her mouth and started undressing. When she had all her clothes off, Gail hit her again, this time punching her tits and making her scream.
Gail hit her and kicked her and it wasn't long before Sarah was crying and sobbing at Gail's feet, begging her to stop.
She had a nice body. Sarah's tits weren't so big, but her ass was good. Gail questioned her and learned she had two grown children. Sarah blushed when Gail ordered her to open her cunt and show her clit.
Sarah had a small clit, nothing special. Then she blushed again when Gail asked her if she'd ever sucked a pussy. She shook her head and said she'd never done anything like that, not ever, not anything like that.
"That's okay, you'll learn," Gail said. "You can start right now. You can suck my cunt awhile. Then I'll piss in your mouth. I'll teach you everything. Come on, start sucking."
She slapped Sarah's face, kicked her and laughed as the blonde sobbed and moved her head between her spread thighs.
"That's it, sweetie, get right in there. Suck the goodies out. Munch the meat. Let me have some tongue now. That's good. Now keep that pretty mouth open, here comes a present."
She started pissing in Sarah's mouth. She let herself go, just relaxed and let her have it. Of course, the blonde was new at it and most of the piss drenched her face and body. But that was fun. It was nice to see the piss filling her mouth and splashing out, it was nice to be on top for a change. It felt good. She'd have herself a time with this nice little blonde. Maybe she'd get her to eat her shit. Oh, yes, that would be something, that would really turn her on. She squirmed her cunt on Sarah's face, drenching Sarah with her hot piss. She came thinking about Sarah eating her shit, sucking a turd out of her ass. Oh, Jesus, that would be something. She came again and giggled at how happy she was.
