The Librarian Slave
by Donna Allen 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of 
war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins 
forces with her abductors, both must act without past experience to guide 
them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience. 

In THE LIBRARIAN SLAVE, Erica Mason finds herself in just such a situation. 
Held captive by her employers, degraded and forced to perform abnormal 
sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a 
strength of character she never realized she had. 

She suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes 
through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Her pussy was wet and she found it disgusting. 

Erica Mason lay on the bed and told herself how stupid it was to touch 
herself. It was just an idle fingering, something she was hardly aware of, 
but now she had her pussy slime on her fingers and she hated it. 

Was it the excitement of her new job? She had just arrived that morning at 
the Scoville estate to begin her work in the library of Carleton Scoville. 
Yes, the new job was exciting. She would live here in this luxurious house 
for at least six months. 

Mr. Scoville was sixty years old and extremely rich. He had ten thousand 
books in his library, and Erica's job was to catalog them and put them in 
some kind of order. She was an ex-librarian and she had no qualms about her 
ability to do the job. 

Ex-librarian and ex-married woman, Erica thought. She'd been recently 
divorced after a short unhappy marriage. She hated her ex-husband, she hated 
marriage, she hated men, and she had even recently told herself she hated 
sex. 

But now the cunt juice on her fingers seemed to indicate otherwise, and she 
found it disturbing. 

It's just physical, she thought. She couldn't help how her body responded. 
It was just the excitement of her new job. And this lovely room overlooking 
the garden and the acres of trees that surrounded the house. Yes, they were 
rich, all right. The Scovilles certainly lived in luxury. 

This morning, for the first time, Erica had met Carleton Scoville's wife 
Brenda. Mrs. Scoville was elegant and beautiful and twenty years younger 
than her husband. There was also a grown daughter who was not living at home 
at the moment. And the chauffeur. Erica hated the chauffeur. His name was 
Kruger, and he was a huge man with piercing eyes that always seemed to be 
undressing Erica. 

You're too tense, she thought, you're much too tense. 

She knew she ought to finger-fuck herself, have a few orgasms to calm her 
nerves. She always felt better immediately afterward. But then later she 
would loathe herself for yielding so easily. She ought to be more 
disciplined. Now she argued with herself, told herself she just had to 
appease the needs of her body. It was awful, but certainly not as awful as 
yielding to a man. And of course, in order to do a good job in the Scoville 
library, she had to get the tension out of her system. 

Determined now to get on with it, she pulled her fingers away from her pussy 
and wiped them with a tissue. She rose from the bed, quickly stripped her 
clothes off and walked into the private bathroom adjoining her bedroom. 

She smiled at her image in the bathroom mirror. 

She could see only the upper half of her body, her pear-shaped tits and her 
pink nipples. She was a natural blonde all over, the hair on her head cut 
short in a cute feathery style and the hair on her pussy lush and only a 
shade darker. She touched her tits, held them in her hands, then dropped one 
hand down to touch her pussy. Go on, she thought, if you're going to do it, 
do it and get it over with. She had told 

Mr. Scoville she would meet him in the library at four o'clock, and there 
wasn't much time. 

Her ex-husband David had once told her she was a frigid bitch and unable to 
have an orgasm. Well, he was wrong, of course. She always came like crazy 
when she did It, herself. She certainly wouldn't tell him that. She hated 
finger-fucking, and she hated the wetness and the smell of her cunt-but she 
always came. 

Oo on, Erica, she thought. 

Two fingers were in her pussy, the heel of her palm rubbing against her 
clit. And now the other hand came down to play with her ass. She turned 
sideways to look at her tits in the mirror. She found her asshole with her 
middle finger, pushed the finger inside to the second knuckle. Fingers in 
her ass and cunt, she began beating herself off as she watched the jiggling 
of her tits. 

Fuck my two holes, she thought. Her asshole and her cunt. She was so wet, 
the juice pouring out of her pussy to wet her hand. She loved digging in 
there in both places, reaming out her shit hole while she worked on her clit 
and cunt hole. David had once tried to fuck her ass and she'd almost 
scratched his eyes out. God, how she hated him! All of them, All the men who 
lusted after her body. Her body belonged to no one but her. 

She closed her eyes and moaned as the first spasms of an orgasm blasted 
through her pussy. 

She gave herself one more orgasm after that, then she quickly showered and 
dressed again and went downstairs to the library. 

Mr. Scoville was already there, smiling at her as she walked in, waving his 
hand at a chair as he asked her to sit down. 

"Punctual," he chuckled. "It's a joy to see a woman who's punctual." 

Erica couldn't help blushing. She thought about what she'd been doing 
upstairs in her room and what he might think about it. He was so 
distinguished looking. Not young anymore, but definitely distinguished. She 
squirmed in the chair to make herself comfortable and crossed her legs. 

"I like to be on time for things," she said. 

He nodded and began talking to her about the library. She listened 
carefully, gazing at moments at the mess of books that filled the shelves 
around the enormous room from floor to ceiling. Each time she looked back 
again at Scoville she found his eyes on her legs. After a while, it became 
unsettling. Did she have a run in one of her stockings? She'd put on new 
pantyhose, and she doubted it. 

Then Scoville said: "You have lovely legs, my dear." 

Erica blushed. "Thank you." 

"And you must call me Carleton. As long as you'll be living in this house, 
it doesn't make any sense to be formal." 

Erica was pleased. He was certainly a nice old coot. "Thank you, Carleton." 

After that he talked about his books again, and then finally he said he 
would leave her now to attend to some other business he had. He suggested 
she remain in the library to get acquainted with it. When they both rose, he 
took her hand and patted it, and after that he walked out, chuckling to 
himself about something. Erica watched the door close behind him and told 
herself that so far this job was one of the luckiest things that had 
happened to her in a long time. 

She spent nearly an hour idly exploring the Scoville book collection. The 
volumes dealt mostly with history and political affairs. But on one shelf 
she found something different: a collection of finely bound erotic books, 
some of them illustrated with explicit drawings and photographs. 

She couldn't resist looking. She told herself it was natural to be curious. 
And she'd have to catalog these books as well, wouldn't she? w 

She'd never really looked at pictures like this before. There was one of a 
man fucking a woman from behind, his cock and balls completely exposed, the 
woman's cunt gripping his cockshaft like a dark hairy mouth. 

Erica thought of David's cock. He'd wanted to fuck her like that, but she 
wouldn't allow it. That was no position for a woman to be in, on her hands 
and knees like a dog while she took a man's cock from behind. She thought 
the picture was awful. The cock in the picture was bigger than David's cock, 
or at least it seemed bigger. 

Then, for some reason, she thought of Carleton Scoville and she wondered 
what his cock was like. Did the old man have a big cock? 

You're acting crazy, she thought. Erica, you've got to calm down. 

She slammed the book shut, replaced it on the shelf and walked out of the 
library. 

* * * 

"Oh, there you are," Brenda Scoville said. "I thought you might have tea 
with me on the terrace." 

She was a tall majestic woman with dark hair and dark eyes and bright-red 
lips. Erica guessed her age to be about forty, much younger than Carleton 
Scoville. 

"I'd love some tea," Erica said. 

So they sat on the broad marble terrace at the side of the house while tea 
was served by one of the maids. Brenda said she hoped Erica found her room 
comfortable. 

"Carleton and I want you to feel at home here." 

Erica said she was grateful for that. She felt guilty now about looking at 
those erotic pictures in the library. But she told herself it wasn't her 
fault, the library would be her domain during the months ahead and sooner or 
later she'd get to know everything in it. 

Brenda talked about the estate and about the towns nearby where she did her 
shopping. "Unfortunately they usually don't have the clothes I like. I go to 
New York for that. Have you brought enough things for the summer?" 

Erica shook her head. "I don't think so. I didn't expect it would be so warm 
here. I guess I'll have to buy a wardrobe." 

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm sure some of Amber's things will look lovely on 
you. She has closets and closets of clothes that she never wears. We'll find 
enough for you to last an entire summer." 

Erica tried to refuse the offer, but Mrs. Scoville insisted. Her daughter 
Amber was in Europe and not expected home until the fall. 

"You're not properly dressed even now," Brenda said. "Those things you're 
wearing are much too warm. It's a wonder you don't wilt. We'll go upstairs 
right now and find something for you." 

There was no putting her off. She was a woman used to having her way. And 
Erica felt embarrassed because her clothes were so ill-suited to the 
climate. Grateful for the attention, she allowed Brenda to lead her off the 
terrace and up the stairs to Amber's dressing room. 

"Anyway, it's fun trying things on," Brenda said as they walked into the 
room. "Why don't you undress while I find something for you?" 

Erica had no choice. She slipped her shoes off, then her blouse and skirt. 
Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she blushed as Brenda returned with 
some things on her arm. 

The older woman smiled as she looked up and down and up again at Erica. 
"You're pretty, aren't you? Oh yes, you are." 

Erica felt uncomfortable as Brenda walked around her to have a look at her 
ass. "I'm determined to lose a few pounds while I'm here," Erica said. 

Brenda chuckled and patted Erica's rear. "Not an ounce, darling. You're 
perfect. Everything about you is perfect, including this little butt." 

Erica was too flustered to do anything except avoid Brenda's eyes. "Thank 
you." 

Brenda chuckled again and came around to stand in front of Erica. "I've 
selected something with a built-in bra, so that one had better come off." 

During the next ten or fifteen minutes, Erica's mind was in a whirl. She had 
to peel away her bra, stand there with bare tits while Brenda ogled her tits 
and complimented her and then helped her slip into the tank top that left 
her shoulders bare. Then Brenda decided the flaming-pink color of the top 
was too garish for Erica, and the top had to come off so they could try some 
other things on her. Brenda seemed to be amused by Erica, to be playing with 
her. She said Erica's tits were marvelous, so shapely, the nipples so pink. 
Erica had never had a woman talk to her like this, and she was overwhelmed. 

It also made her hot. She was turned on by all the talk about her tits, and 
she blushed with embarrassment when she realized her nipples were stiff. 

Brenda laughed at Erica's blushing and touched Erica's tits, ran her 
fingertips over the slopes of her tits and then flicked her nipples from 
side to side. 

"You're delicious," Brenda said. "And I do adore these tits. Tell me about 
yourself, darling. Why aren't you married?" 

Erica had to talk about her divorce, trembling all the while as Brenda's 
hands continued to idly fondle her tits. She couldn't pull away. She found 
herself paralyzed, unable to do anything except talk on and on about David 
and her stupid marriage while she stood there half naked with another 
woman's hands on her tits. And her nipples were so stiff. 

Finally Brenda raised one hand and gently patted Erica's cheek. "You're 
sweet," the older woman said. "You're like sugar-candy, aren't you? A lovely 
little pussycat." Brenda's fingers moved to Erica's chin, stroked her chin 
gently as she gazed into Erica's eyes. And then suddenly the fingers weren't 
so gentle any more. They squeezed. Brenda smiled as she squeezed Erica's 
chin until the pain came. "You're a little pussycat, aren't you, darling?" 

Erica trembled, her eyes locked with Brenda's, a soft moan sounding in her 
throat. "Yes." 

She was lost. She knew she was lost. When 

Brenda's hands pushed at her shoulders, she sank down with a groan of 
submission. 

"I know all about you," Brenda said. 

Erica's voice broke. "But how?" 

"It's an instinct I have. I'm not wrong about you, am I?" 

"I hate it." 

"Yes, of course you do. And I suppose you'll get to hate it even more while 
you're here. But it's better to know what you are, isn't it? You're a slave, 
and it's always better to know that. Oh, don't cry, darling. I was sure of 
you the first moment I saw you. Now you're going to suck my pussy. We'll do 
other things later on, but now you're going to suck me." 

"But I've never . . . " 

It didn't matter. Erica knew it didn't matter whether she ever had or hadn't 
or wanted to or wished for it. She was Brenda's slave now and nothing 
mattered except Brenda's will. Mesmerized, she watched as Brenda's skirt 
came up to reveal her thighs, the gartered tops of her ultra-sheer 
stockings, and then her dark cunt bush. Brenda wore no panties, nothing but 
a white lace garter belt to hold up her nylons. 

She was so hairy. Erica gazed at the wild growth of Brenda's cunt bush and 
felt the beating of her heart in her chest. She'd never 

IS done it before, never been like this with another woman, her face so 
close to a cunt she could sniff the mix of perfume and cunt smell. 

Holding her skirt up with her hands and moving her legs apart, Brenda smiled 
down at Erica and said: "Go on, darling, suck my pussy." 

Brenda shot her crotch forward to press her cunt against Erica's mouth. 
Erica wanted to retch. She hated doing It but she knew she had to. She 
pushed her mouth against Brenda's soft cunt flesh, her nose deep in the 
woman's dark cunt hair. Her tongue came out and she started licking. Brenda 
chuckled and cooed and used her hands to pull Erica's face tight against her 
pussy. 

"I'm going to have my fun with you, darling. And so will Carleton. When I 
told him what I thought about you, he said he wasn't sure. But we'll show 
him, won't we?" 

Erica was too overwhelmed by the smell and taste of Brenda's cunt to pay 
much attention to what she was saying. Brenda's pussy was flooded, the cunt 
juice pouring out now on Erica's face. Erica loathed herself. She hated 
Brenda for making her do this, for recognizing what she was. A slave. Yes, 
she was a slave. She'd known it for years and years and had never admitted 
it to anyone. Until now. Brenda Scoville somehow knew all about her. Erica 
was unable to resist. She had no will of her own anymore, and she understood 
that she was now completely in Brenda's power. 

The pussy-licking went on for a while, and then Brenda demanded Erica's 
tongue more deeply in her cunt hole. Erica had to move her head back as 
Brenda hunched forward to get her cunt directly on Erica's mouth. The cunt 
juice was still coming out in a heavy flow, and now Erica had it all over 
her face. She did what Brenda wanted. She fucked her tongue all the way 
inside the older woman's cunt hole. 

Brenda purred with pleasure as she settled her clit on Erica's nose and 
squirmed her hips. "That's lovely, darling. Now keep your tongue in there 
while you get your present." 

A great shudder seemed to go through Brenda's body, and then the next moment 
Erica felt the new flow of hot cunt cream on her face and noticed the sharp 
taste-and she wanted to die as she realized Brenda was pissing on her. She 
tried to pull away, but Brenda kept her head locked in place with her hands 
and thighs. 

"Take it, darling. Get some of it in your mouth. I want you to love it." 

Waves of revulsion spread over Erica as she was forced to drink the older 
woman's piss. 

There seemed so much of it, she felt as though she were drowning in piss. 
The taste was so sharp, and the stink was horrible. 

Oh God, what have I become? Erica thought. 

Brenda laughed, pumping her cunt as she pissed on Erica's face. Then at the 
end she pulled her knee back and slammed it forward to crash against Erica's 
chin. 

"You're good, darling. You're good, but we'll teach you how to be better." 

Erica crumpled down to the floor and passed out. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They had Erica strung up. She had no idea where she was, maybe one of the 
rooms down the hall from the library. She remembered nothing since she'd 
passed out at Brenda's feet. And now here she was strung up and gagged, her 
wrists shackled and held up by chains to the ceiling and a black rubber ball 
stuffing her mouth so she could hardly breathe. 

It can't be, Erica thought. 

But it was. She was naked and strung up and gagged, and the Scovilles were 
sitting there in front of her, sipping their wine as if nothing in the world 
was out of the ordinary. 

The Scovilles were fully dressed. Erica felt so humiliated because she was 
naked. Carleton was sitting there gazing at everything she had-her tits and 
her pussy. He seemed amused by her condition. She wanted to scream at the 
amusement in his eyes, but she had the gag in her mouth and she couldn't 
make a sound. 

"What do you think?" Brenda said to her husband. 

Carleton nodded. "I think she'll do fine." 

"We'll have to train her, of course." 

Carleton chuckled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy that. In any case, you do admit 
now that I wasn't wrong about her?" 

"Yes, darling, I admit it." 

Erica trembled. She felt so helpless. She remembered what had happened with 
Brenda, how she'd sucked Brenda's pussy. Brenda's lush cunt. And then the 
pissing. Brenda pissing on her face as she knelt there between her legs. The 
memory was horrible. Even more horrible was that Brenda had discovered what 
she was. The Scovilles now knew she was a slave by nature, and there was no 
way she could escape their knowledge. 

What frightened her most was that they seemed so casual about it. She might 
be a prize horse, the way they were looking at her. Erica tried to keep her 
legs closed. She hated to be looked at when she was naked like this, 
especially by a man. She had to move occasionally, and each time she did, 
her tits jiggled. And no matter how tightly she kept her legs closed, she 
couldn't hide the dense growth of her cunt bush. She felt so vulnerable. 
David had said she was a bundle of contradictions. He said she pretended to 
be strong but deep down she was the weakest person he'd ever known. Yes, 
maybe he was right. Brenda Scoville had seen right through her. Brenda 
Scoville knew everything about her. 

The memory of her time with Brenda came back again. The pissing. That was 
something that had never happened to her before. Oh, she'd thought about it 
on occasion in a wild fantasy, but this was reality. Brenda had pissed on 
her face, all that hot piss gushing out on her face and neck and tits. She 
couldn't smell it anymore and she guessed they'd cleaned her up after she'd 
fainted. 

Yes, I'm her slave, Erica thought. Now that she'd had Brenda's piss in her 
mouth, she was certainly Brenda's slave. Would Carleton do it, too? Erica 
quivered with revulsion as she thought of the old man pissing on her. 

Suddenly the door opened and when Erica looked she saw Kruger, the 
chauffeur, coming in. She wanted to die. Not the chauffeur. Not while she 
was naked. Oh, dear God, it was too much! 

Kruger couldn't help seeing her. He stared at her as he walked in, and then 
he came to a halt near the Scovilles and looked at Brenda. "Madam?" 

"Get the quirt, Willi. Use it on her ass." 

"Yes, Madam." 

He turned like a robot and walked to a tall cabinet at the far end of the 
room. Kruger opened the cabinet, but Erica couldn't see what was inside. 
When the chauffeur returned, he had a leather quirt in his hand-a riding 
whip with a short handle and a lash of braided rawhide. 

His eyes met Erica's as he slapped the handle of the whip against his open 
palm. He looked at Brenda again. "Her thighs, Madam?" 

"No, not her thighs. I don't want her thighs marked. Just do her ass, 
Willi." 

Kruger nodded and walked behind Erica. 

She wanted to faint. She thought if she'd faint she'd be spared what was 
happening to her. Kruger would hurt her. She knew very well he would hurt 
her. She could see in his eyes what sort of man he was. Her nakedness didn't 
matter anymore. What mattered now was the threat of pain. That quirt looked 
so awful. Her asscheeks contracted in a spasm of fear. She knew the 
chauffeur was looking at her bare ass. 

And the Scovilles? They sat there waiting, completely at ease, like two 
people waiting for the beginning of a theatrical performance. They would 
find pleasure in her pain and humiliation. She was nothing but a toy to be 
used for their amusement. 

Then she heard Kruger ask if he could touch her, and Brenda said that he 
could touch her but shouldn't take too long. 

In a moment, Erica felt Kruger's hands on her ass. He squeezed her 
asscheeks, rolling them around and pulling them apart. She felt his fingers 
in her asscrack, then another hand grabbed one of her tits as he rubbed her 
asshole. He was a beast, an animal, and she hated to be touched by him. And 
what was even more awful was that they were sitting there and watching 
it-watching her being mauled by their chauffeur. 

She had a sudden memory of being fondled like this when she was younger. 
During her senior year in high school, she'd had a short affair with one of 
her teachers, a Mr. Horvath. She wouldn't let him fuck her and she wouldn't 
blow him, but she jerked him off whenever he wanted it and she let him feel 
her up sometimes when they were alone in his office. She would stand near 
his desk and he would stand behind her and play with her ass and tits-the 
way Kruger was playing with her now, Mr. Horvath used to get very hot doing 
that and then afterward she would turn around and jerk him off into a wad of 
Kleenex. 

Kruger was pinching her now, brutally pinching her ass flesh between his 
thick fingers. Suddenly the rawhide lash came down on her ass and a searing 
pain ripped through her brain. She made a gurgling sound, moaning in her 
throat, her mouth stuffed by the rubber ball. The burning was intense. Only 
one lash of the whip and already she felt as though her ass was on fire. 

Behind her, Kruger was in no hurry. He kept his eyes on her ass, on the 
mounds of white ass flesh, on the red welt that had just appeared. He held 
the whip in his palm as he waited for the right moment. 

On the sofa, facing Erica, Brenda smiled at her husband. "We could take the 
ball out of her mouth." 

Carleton kept his eyes on Erica. "No, let it u be. Let him work her up 
first." 

Brenda's hand slipped into Carleton's lap and she chuckled as her fingers 
found his cock. "You love it, don't you, darling? She's nicer than the last 
one, isn't she?" 

"She's prettier." 

"Yes, I think so." Then Brenda looked at Kruger. "Go on, Willi. Get on with 
it." 

He did get on with it, slowly whipping Erica's ass as she groaned and prayed 
she would pass out. By the fifth stroke of the whip, her ass was constantly 
burning and she was certain she'd never experienced such intense pain 
before. Her body jerked against the chains as Kruger continued. Then, after 
the tenth stroke, Brenda made a sign to Kruger and he stopped. 

With a shock, Erica realized she'd pissed all over herself during the last 
few strokes of the whip. She hung there, her head lolling to the side, her 
eyes closed as she wept. 

Kruger was sent away and Erica heard the door close behind him. When she 
opened her eyes again, she found Carleton standing in front of her. He 
touched one of her tits, then took her nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger and pulled it out to see how far it would stretch. 

"That wasn't too bad, was it? Kruger can be mean sometimes, so you'll have 
to be careful with him. We won't let him whip you anymore, unless you 
misbehave. Oh, you'll have to be nice to him on occasion, but that's easier 
than having him whip you. You do understand, don't you? I think you 
understand the situation here." 

She could see the cruelty in his eyes now. She'd thought him such a sweet 
old man, but he wasn't sweet at all. Now he frightened her. 

His hands were on her tits, cupping the tit globes, weighing them on his 
palms. He seemed amused by her tit as he bounced them up and down. Her 
nakedness wasn't important to her anymore. She'd pissed all over herself in 
front of him and that was much worse than being naked. She felt thoroughly 
humiliated. There at her feet, the rug was stained with her piss, and she 
could smell it. It was horrible. The Scovilles were properly dressed and 
comfortable, and Erica was hanging there with a gag in her mouth and a 
puddle of piss at her feet. 

Carleton finally stopped playing with her tits and moved around behind her 
to look at her ass. For a few moments, all he did was look. 

"Is she bleeding?" Brenda called out. 

Carleton shook his head. "No, the skin's not broken." 

Brenda sipped her wine. "That's too bad. I thought I'd see some bleeding." 

She poured more wine into her glass. She wore a long white gown, white 
high-heeled sandals and dark hose. Once again, Erica was struck by Brenda's 
beauty. Maybe I deserve this, Erica thought. Brenda was a queen and she was 
a slave. 

Then she felt Carleton touch her ass. His. fingertips ran lightly over the 
curves of her asscheeks and then tickled in the crack from the gash of her 
pussy up to the end of her spine. His fingers moved up and down in her 
asscrack a few moments before pushing between her cuntlips. 

"She's wet," Carleton said. 

Brenda laughed. "Well, I might have told you that. You don't understand 
women, darling. I'm not at all surprised." 

Erica closed her eyes. Was she really wet down there? Yes, why not? She had 
no control over her body anymore. She'd pissed out of fear and pain at the 
same time as her pussy had responded to what was going on. 

Then she squirmed as Carleton touched her asshole. Please, not there, she 
thought. She wanted to scream at him to stop. But she could do nothing as 
his fingertip worked inside her asshole. 

There was nothing in her mind now but the 

IB sensation of his fingers down there. He had one finger in her ass and one 
finger in her cunt hole. She decided the finger in her ass was probably his 
thumb. He rolled the finger around, stretching her asshole. It didn't hurt 
that much. It was more the humiliation that bothered her. His thumb in her 
ass. Another finger in her cunt. He stroked the two fingers in and out now, 
fucking her with his hand. 

Leaning close to her, he whispered in her ear: "I loved watching you piss 
before." 

She came. It wasn't anything she wanted, but the way his fingers were 
fucking in and out of her cunt and ass, she couldn't help it. The climax was 
intense, much stronger than what she usually had when she diddled her pussy 
and asshole, herself. She made moaning sounds in her throat, her body 
shaking until the end of it. 

Carleton chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her ass and cunt and wiped 
them on her back. "She's easy. And a nice ass, too. Very nice." 

Brenda was stretched out on the sofa now. She had her gown pulled back to 
expose her white thighs above the tops of her sheer stockings. She wore no 
panties. She held the wine glass in her left hand while she used her right 
hand to finger her clit. 

"Fuck her, Carleton. Fuck her and get it over with." 

Erica couldn't see behind herself. She wondered if he had his clothes off. 
She wondered what he looked like naked. It seemed so crazy that she was 
about to get fucked by Carleton Scoville. Maybe you want it, she thought. 
No, she didn't. She hated the idea of it. She hadn't let a man touch her 
since her divorce, and she certainly didn't want it now. 

Then she felt something pushing at her asshole and she realized his 
intention. Dear God, not her ass! There was nothing she could do about it. 
He gripped her asscheeks, spread them open as he pushed his cockhead inside 
her asshole. The pain was sharp and intense and almost more than she could 
bear. But the workout with his thumb before had loosened her asshole enough 
to make her defenseless. He pushed forward, filling her ass with his cock 
until she could feel his hairy balls against her cuntlips. 

His head was close to hers and he spoke in her ear: "There you are. It's not 
so bad, is it? You've got a lovely tight ass. You ought to be thankful I'm 
using some grease. I might have gone in dry, and that would hurt you, 
wouldn't it?" 

Brenda was amused. "I think she's cherry, darling." 

"In her ass?" 

"That's right. I think she's never had it there before." 

"I don't believe it." 

They talked about her ass as he slowly fucked it. Erica felt skewered on his 
cock. Because they were both standing, she felt as though she were impaled 
upright on a spike. This was the first time in her life she'd ever had a 
cock in her ass. Fingers, yes, but not a cock. Carleton's cock was so much 
bigger than his thumb. Most ol the pain was gone now, and all that remained 
was the humiliation and the feeling that she had a watermelon up her 
shitter. 

Was there any pleasure? Yes, she could see how some women might like it. The 
pressure was tremendous, the feeling of having something huge in there and 
the urge to shit it out. He stopped occasionally as he talked to Brenda, and 
Erica discovered it was better when he moved. Then she told herself she was 
crazy to be concerned about the pleasure when he was doing something so 
awful to her. 

After a while, Carleton stopped talking to Brenda and he began fucking 
Erica's ass with more determination. Erica felt wide open now, her ass loose 
and her shit-tube hot from the friction of his fucking cock. She thought no 
more of the humiliation. She knew she was going to come. Odd, how she hated 
the idea of it! But she couldn't prevent it. Carleton was grunting as he 
fucked his cock in and out of the hot grip of her shitter. 

And then she was coming-and the orgasm nearly blew the top of her head off. 
She jerked her body and gurgled around the ball in her mouth as the 
strongest orgasm she'd ever known overwhelmed her. 

Brenda laughed. "She's a hot-ass, Carleton. Our little pussycat is a 
hot-ass." 

Carleton made a croaking sound as he continued fucking his cock In and out 
of Erica's ass. "She's good. She's damn good." 

Then he was coming, and Erica could feel his hot jism spurting in her 
shit-tube. She couldn't help wiggling her ass against his belly. Her asshole 
clamped down on his cock to suck the jism out of his balls. 

She belonged to Carleton as well as to Brenda now. A great shudder ran 
through her as she realized how helpless she was. 

Finally, Carleton pulled his cock out of her ass, and he came around to the 
front. He was naked. For the first time, she was able to sec what he looked 
like without clothes. He had a thin wiry body with curled white hair all 
over his chest and belly. And down there below his belly he had a huge pair 
of balls and a thick, dangling prick. She could see his cock and balls for 
only an instant because he moved away to one of the walls and began working 
some switches. The chains that held Erica upright slowly loosened and she 
found herself slumping down to her knees. Now she was kneeling on the rug. 
She watched Carleton, watched him leave the switches and come back to her, 
his cock swinging with its weight. 

He came to stand in front of her again, and this time she had a good look at 
his prick and she wanted to disappear when she saw the streaks of her shit 
on his cockshaft. Brown streaks of the shit from her ass. She couldn't take 
it. She turned her face away. 

Carleton laughed, grabbed her chin and made her look. He moved closer until 
the tip of his cock was almost touching her nose. 

"Chocolate frosting," he said. "It's your own chocolate frosting." Then he 
pulled the ball-gag out of her mouth and pushed his cock-knob against her 
lips. "Suck it, Erica. You're always to suck it afterward. You get to taste 
the frosting." 

She had to open her mouth to take his shit-covered cock, open her jaws wide 
to take his thick cockshaft. His cock was soft but it was still thick. He 
chuckled and patted her head and began fucking his prick in and out of her 
face. 

"Use your tongue and lips. I want you to clean the shit off." 

On the sofa, Brenda was finger-fucking herself to an orgasm. She had her 
head turned to the side, her eyes on her husband's cock as it slid in and 
out of Erica's mouth. 

"Carleton you ought to eat more. You're becoming much too thin," Brenda 
said. 

Carleton didn't hear her. He was pissing now. 

He gripped Erica's chin with his right hand and the top of her head with his 
left hand as the hot piss gushed out of his prick. He saw that Erica had the 
hang of it now. She swallowed smoothly as he continued filling her mouth. 

"Good girl," he said with a chuckle. "You've got all the talents, and you're 
going to have a lovely time here." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

In the morning Erica was awakened by someone shaking her, and when she 
opened her eyes, she saw Kruger standing there beside her bed. 

"Come on, get up," he said. 

He looked so threatening with his square stony face and his cold eyes gazing 
down at her. She tried to turn away from him, to roll her body on the bed, 
but he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to lie on her back. Then he 
pulled at the covers, pulled them completely off the bed-and there she was, 
naked under his eyes. She had gone to bed without a nightgown or pajamas and 
now she had nothing covering her body. 

Kruger grunted with approval as he looked at her. His eyes ran over her tits 
and the bush of blonde cunt hair at the joining of her thighs. She thought 
of covering her tits with her hands, but she decided it was useless. He 
would just pull her hands away if he wanted to look at her. She kept her 
legs closed. He could see her cunt bush but he couldn't see the folds of her 
pussy. She trembled as she remembered how he'd touched her the day before, 
how his hands had fondled her ass before he whipped her. 

He told her to sit up. When she did nothing, he grabbed her wrist and forced 
her to sit at the edge of the bed. Now her tits jiggled with their weight 
and he smiled as he grabbed one tit with his big hand and squeezed hard. 

"Nice tits," he said. 

She was so afraid of Kruger. Of all the people in the house, he was the one 
she feared most. He seemed capable of so much cruelty. His eyes made her 
cringe. 

As he stood there before her, he seemed to enjoy her fear. She avoided 
looking up at his face, but then she found herself looking at his belt and 
the front of his pants. She could see the bulge behind his fly, the bulge of 
his cock and balls. 

Kruger snickered. "You want some?" Now she looked up at him. "Want what." 

"Some cock. You want some cock." 

"I certainly don't." 

He chuckled and pulled the zipper of his fly down. In a moment he had his 
cock out, the huge knob a dark pink in color, his foreskin pulled back by 
his fingers. 

"Get it in your mouth and suck me off." 

She refused. She fell back on the bed, tried to crawl away from him, but he 
grabbed her and pulled her back. He slapped her face twice, once on each 
side, and threatened to belt her with his fist if she didn't sit up straight 
and take his cock in her mouth. 

"You take orders," he said. "You take orders from them, and sometimes you 
take orders from me. That's the way it is, honey. Either you take orders or 
I hurt you." 

She was too afraid of him to refuse him anymore. She lifted his dangling 
prick and took the cock-knob in her mouth. It tasted salty. She wanted to 
retch but she held it back. She remembered Mr. Scoville's prick, the taste 
of her own shit. At least Kruger's cock was clean. 

His cock swelled in her mouth and she told herself it wasn't that bad. It 
was nice to have the feel of the warm cockmeat in her mouth. 

His cock slowly hardened and she had to open her jaw wider to take the 
thickness of his cockshaft. Kruger started fucking her face, sliding his 
cock in and out of her mouth. He grunted and patted her head and ran his 
fingers over her chin. 

"Here it comes," he said finally. "Here comes the juice." 

And the next moment she had the taste of his cum on her tongue as his piss 
hole gushed his jism. She closed her eyes as his big prick spurted cum in 
her mouth. She swallowed and sucked and then swallowed again. For one crazy 
moment, it occurred to her it was like sucking milk from a cow's udder. 
Except this wasn't a cow, it was Kruger, the chauffeur, and she hated him. 

He finally finished with her, pushed her down on the bed and stuffed his 
cock back in his pants. 

"You stay here until the maid comes. Maybe you'll suck me off again 
tonight." 

She lay there with the taste of his jism on her tongue as he walked out. 
When the door closed, she left the bed and hurried to the bathroom. She 
rinsed her mouth with mouthwash and then washed her face. But the memory 
couldn't be washed out. Kruger had fucked her mouth and shot a load of Jism 
down her throat, and she had swallowed every drop like a starving calf. 

Maybe I like it, she thought. She could understand how some women might like 
cocksucking. It was nice to suck on a cock. Some women might find Kruger's 
big cock exciting. He had such a big fat cockhead. His cock was big and 
strong and it certainly matched his appearance. 

But no, she didn't like it. She hated Kruger and she hated his cock and she 
hated sucking his filthy prick. 

When she came out of the bathroom, the maid was there. She was a dark-haired 
girl named Marie. She had dark eyes and red lips and a curvaceous body. She 
wore a neat little black-and-white uniform with a perky white cap on her 
head. The short skirt showed her lovely legs, her calves emphasized by the 
four-inch stiletto heels of her black shoes. She'd brought a breakfast tray 
and she smiled at Erica as she put the tray on the night table. 

"Mrs. Scoville wants you to have a nice breakfast." 

Erica quivered as she thought of Kruger's Jism sliding down her throat. 
They'd already given her some breakfast, some hot cum. But she was thankful 
for what Marie had brought. She was hungry. She sat down on the edge of the 
bed and began nibbling on the toast. 

"This is the best room," the maid said, looking around her. "Except for the 
one they have, this is the best room in your house. Don't you think it's 
nice?" 

Erica shrugged. "Yes, I suppose so." 

Marie giggled. "But it is. It's really the best. They like you, you know. 
Wow, you've got nice tits, haven't you?" 

Erica blushed. "Thanks." 

"Really nice. I'm supposed to stay here with you, so I think I'll sit down." 

The maid sat down on a chair nearby and watched Erica as she had her 
breakfast. After a while Erica questioned Marie about the house and about 
the Scovilles. She quickly learned that Marie was fucked regularly by 
Carleton. And by Brenda, too. Brenda liked to wear a dildo when she did it. 

"She fucks like a man," Marie said. "When she gets behind me and does it, I 
can't tell one from the other. Except her cock never gets soft, and his 
does. That's a gas, isn't it? I mean she can fuck all day and all night with 
that thing. Sometimes I come so much I go crazy." 

Erica learned that Marie was more than a maid. She was a slave to the 
Scovilles. She did anything they wanted. Marie said she could get a better 
job, but she'd rather stay with the Scovilles. She said she was happy here. 

Then Marie said she knew all about the whipping yesterday. The way Erica's 
ass had been whipped by Kruger. And she knew what Kruger had done this 
morning. She knew that Erica had sucked off Kruger before breakfast. 

"He likes it in the morning," Marie said. "He's got good jism and it's nice 
in the morning." 

"He frightens me," Erica said. 

Marie giggled. "Oh, he's not so bad. The others are worse. It's them you've 
got to worry about." 

After breakfast, Marie helped Erica dress. Erica liked the attention but she 
found herself flustered by the maid's hands. Marie patted Erica's ass and 
tits and paid her one compliment after the other until Erica decided Marie 
was probably a lez. Erica thought of Marie lapping her cunt, and it turned 
her on. The girl had such a pretty face. 

Stop thinking about it, Erica thought. They're making you crazy here. 

The maid finally led Erica downstairs to see 

Brenda in the conservatory. Brenda smiled at Erica and then gave some orders 
to Marie. 

"Bring the Greek collection," Brenda said to the maid. 

Marie giggled, her stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor as she walked 
away. Erica couldn't imagine what the Greek collection was. She stood there 
waiting for Brenda to say something else, but all Brenda did then was ask 
her to sit down. 

Brenda started talking about what had happened the day before, about the 
whipping Erica had received and about Carleton fucking Erica's ass. 

"Did you like it?" she asked. 

Erica blushed. "That was my first time." 

Brenda smiled. "Yes, I know. I guessed that yesterday, didn't I? Carleton 
says you're much too tight." 

Erica blushed with embarrassment as Brenda continued talking about her 
asshole. Brenda said Erica's asshole had to be loosened to give the right 
grip on a cock and to make it easier to get in. Brenda said Erica had to be 
able to take a cock in her ass without any trouble. Even a big cock. She 
said a woman's asshole was always elastic enough to take any cock, provided 
the asshole had been stretched a bit and the woman knew how to relax. 

"So first we'll stretch you," Brenda said. 

Erica quivered with apprehension. Then Marie was back, carrying a large 
brown box in her hands as she approached them. The maid placed the box on 
the small bench beside Brenda and Brenda opened it. The older woman searched 
among the things in the box, and then finally she brought out an ivory 
cylinder with a broad flange on one end and a smooth knob on the other end. 
Attached to the flange were four leather straps, each about eighteen inches 
long and fitted with hooks and eyes. 

"On the foot stool," Brenda said to Erica. 

She wanted Erica to bend over the foot stool in front of her and raise her 
skirt. Erica trembled with fear as she did it. She knew what was in store 
for her. She was going to get that cylinder up her ass to stretch her 
asshole. The idea of it was so awful she wanted to faint. When she knelt 
over the foot stool, Marie crouched beside her to pull her panties down. 

Erica knelt there, her knees on the ground and her ass uncovered. She turned 
her head to look at Brenda, and she saw that Brenda was now spreading 
Vaseline over the knob and shaft of the ivory cylinder. Erica wondered if 
this was like the dildo that Brenda used to fuck Marie. 

Then Erica wondered if she, herself, would ever get fucked by Brenda with 
something like that. 

"There," Brenda said, "that ought to help you take it." 

She put the jar of Vaseline away and leaned forward to run the knob of the 
dildo over the puckered grommet of Erica's asshole. And the next moment 
Erica felt the ivory dildo sliding up her ass. She made a sound in her 
throat, but she took it all without crying out. Then Brenda made Erica stand 
up, and Marie helped Brenda hook up the straps. 

"You're to wear it about a week," Brenda said. 

Erica trembled. "But what if . . . ? " 

Brenda chuckled. "When you need to use the toilet, you can call Marie." 

So there it was. She would have her asshole stretched by the dildo. All 
because that was what Brenda wanted. Brenda was looking at both Erica and 
Marie now, and her eyes were heavy with lust. Erica could see that Brenda 
was turned on. Playing around with Erica's asshole had made Brenda excited. 
Erica was uncomfortable with the dildo in her ass. She prayed the discomfort 
would pass. A week seemed like such a long time. 

Then Brenda gave an order to Marie and the maid began undressing. Right 
there in the conservatory, Marie stripped her clothes off piece by piece. 
She stripped everything off until she was down to nothing but her shoes and 
stockings. Marie had a gorgeous body, a plump little ass and high round tits 
with dark nipples. 

Erica was shocked when she noticed Marie had small gold rings piercing her 
nipples-and her cuntlips, too. Marie had a small gold ring through each 
cuntlip. Erica's pussy quivered as she gazed at Marie. 

Brenda pulled her dress back, raised her knees and opened her legs. She wore 
no panties, and the hairy jungle of her pussy was completely exposed. Marie 
immediately went down on her knees and moved in. 

"Watch her and learn," Brenda said to Erica. "She's very good at what she 
does. And I want you to learn as much as you can." 

Erica moved closer. She sat beside Brenda on the bench and watched as Marie 
went to work. Marie sniffed at Brenda's luxuriant cunt and then she started 
licking and sucking. Yes, the maid was good. Erica could tell that Marie 
liked giving head to Brenda. Marie had a long flicking tongue and it worked 
with a great deal of energy in Brenda's pussy gash. 

Brenda leaned close to Erica and kissed her mouth. She fondled Erica's tits, 
rolling her nipples between her fingers. 

"You'll have your turn," Brenda said. "You want to suck me, don't you, 
darling?" 

Erica nodded. She was afraid to say no, but she also wanted it. Watching 
Marie sucking Brenda's cunt had made her hot. Marie seemed to love it. The 
maid rubbed her mouth from side to side over Brenda's wet pussy. 

Then Brenda ordered Erica to replace Marie, and in a moment Erica was down 
there with her lips against Brenda's hot pussy. Erica filled her mouth with 
Brenda's wet cunt flesh. Her womanhood. This was the closest two women could 
be together. But in this case, they were also mistress and slave. Erica told 
herself it was like worshipping at an altar. She sucked the white slime from 
Brenda's cunt hole, then fluttered her tongue upward to work on Brenda's big 
clit. 

Meanwhile, Marie fondled Erica. She stroked Erica's back and ass and fondled 
Erica's tits and belly. Then her fingers slipped into Erica's cunt from 
behind and she began finger-fucking Erica as the sucking of Brenda 
continued. 

Erica was in conflict about it. She hated doing what she was doing, but at 
the same time she found it impossible to rebel. Brenda had such a lavish 
cunt, so much cunt flesh and such an abundance of cunt juice. When Erica's 
tongue strayed down to Brenda's dark asshole, Brenda encouraged her by 
raising her ass a bit and pushing on Erica's head. 

"Go on, rim me, darling. Eat my ass all you want." 

Erica came as her tongue slithered inside Brenda's asshole. Was it the feel 
of Brenda's asshole grabbing at her tongue or the feel of Marie's fingers in 
her cunt? No matter what, she came and the orgasm was lovely. She fucked her 
tongue in and out of Brenda's ass, and then she pulled it out and moaned as 
she came again. 

Brenda was amused. "Look at the way she gets off," she said to Marie. "She's 
a hot little bitch, isn't she?" 

But for some reason Brenda had difficulty coming, and she was annoyed. She 
kicked Erica away from her crotch and told Marie to start sucking her again. 
Marie got down on her knees and sucked awhile, and then she too was kicked 
away. Brenda made Marie stretch out on the hard floor on her back. Then 
Brenda squatted over Marie and sat down on Marie's face. The older woman had 
her dress bunched around her hips to keep her ass and thighs free. Erica 
could see Brenda's wet crotch grinding back and forth over Marie's upturned 
face. 

"Finger my asshole," Brenda said to Erica. 

Erica crouched down to obey her mistress. She ran her hand over Brenda's ass 
and then she found Brenda's asshole with her finger and pushed the finger 
inside. Erica was surprised at the ease with which her finger slid inside 
Brenda's shithole. She wondered if Carleton ever fucked Brenda in the ass. 
Brenda's asshole was loose and smooth and it felt almost like a cunt hole. 

Erica was hot. Playing with Brenda's asshole was exciting. She fucked her 
finger in and out of Brenda's ass while Brenda continued squirming on the 
maid's face. 

Then suddenly Brenda laughed and started pissing. 

The hot piss splashed over Marie's face, and the maid squealed and made 
sounds of pleasure. Erica drilled her finger deep in Brenda's asshole as 
Brenda pissed on Marie. When the pissing was finished, Brenda pushed Erica's 
hand away from her ass. Brenda grunted, her ass suspended over Marie's face. 

And then, as Erica watched with horror, Brenda started shitting on the maid. 

Erica was mesmerized as the turd came out. Brenda squeezed out a big fat 
turd, and Erica couldn't take her eyes away from Brenda's gaping asshole. At 
the end, the turd eased out and dropped on Marie's throat. 

Brenda climbed off and said: "Play with it, Marie. Show Erica how you play 
with it." 

Erica sat back and watched with a pounding heart as Marie began smearing 
Brenda's shit all over her tits. 

Brenda looked at Erica and chuckled. "Don't be envious, darling. I promise, 
next time I'll have some for you, too." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Kruger came to Erica's room nearly every morning. The routine was always the 
same. He would shake her until she was awake, and then she had to suck his 
cock until she brought him off. Sometimes he was there in her room at 
midnight, also. She learned that at night he was worse. It was usually more 
difficult to make him come at night, and sometimes she had to suck him until 
her mouth was tired. She never refused what he wanted. Brenda so had already 
told her tha she had to obey Kruger. Erica was too frightened of him to 
refuse him when he demanded her mouth. She was thankful it was never more 
than that. He never cared about fucking her. All he wanted was to get off in 
her mouth and watch her swallow his cum-load. 

The dildo remained in Erica's ass a whole week, as Brenda had promised. 
During that time, Erica had to call Marie whenever she had to shit. She 
found it terribly embarrassing, even though Marie seemed so happy to help 
her. Erica would use the toilet and then Marie would go in there and wash 
the dildo in the bathroom sink before putting it back in Erica's ass. At the 
end of a week, Erica's asshole was stretched to Brenda's satisfaction, and 
the dildo was finally put away. 

With or without the dildo in her ass, Erica always had to be ready to amuse 
the Scovilles. 

Brenda liked to have Erica brought to her immediately after lunch. Like 
Kruger, Brenda always wanted Erica's mouth. Erica would suck Brenda's pussy 
awhile and then Brenda would piss in Erica's mouth. Brenda would diddle her 
own clit with her fingers while Erica swallowed what Brenda had to give her. 
Erica lost some of the piss out of her mouth just one time. 

Brenda slapped her viciously and threatened to have Kruger whip her, and 
after that Erica was never clumsy again. She learned it was all a matter of 
how she arranged her mouth on Brenda's cunt. If she got it just right, she 
could take everything Brenda had without any spillage. 

And of course Carleton made use by Erica whenever he wanted her. It was 
always her ass. She would bend over a table or a chair and Carleton would 
raise her skirt and fuck his cock inside her stretched asshole. He said her 
asshole was just about right now, loose enough to get in easily and still 
tight enough to grip his cock the way he liked it. He would tell her when he 
wanted her to tighten her ass. What he liked was to fuck her shitter awhile 
with his cock and then have her clamp down and pull the jism out of his 
balls. After he came, she always had to suck his cock to clean him off. She 
quickly learned to shit in the morning right after Kruger finished with her. 
That way, her shit-tube would be clean when Carleton wanted her and she 
could avoid tasting her own shit on his cock when she sucked him afterward. 
She hated most of what they made her do, but it was senseless to make things 
worse than necessary. 

In addition to all of this, of course, she had her library work to do. Every 
weekday, she worked in the Scoville library, sorting the books. There were 
so many books, it seemed like she'd be there forever. No matter how hard she 
worked, it never seemed to be more than a small dent in what still had to be 
done. But during the time she worked in the library, she could forget about 
the Scovilles, and she could forget about her slavery and the nasty things 
she did. She could forget her fear of Kruger and her fear of displeasing the 
Scovilles. 

In the library, she lost herself in the mountains of books. Outside the 
library, she was the new slave in the Scoville house-and they never allowed 
her to forget it. 

One afternoon, Brenda was away and Carleton had Erica called out of the 
library and brought to him in his study. He gave her a package and told her 
to go to her room and put on what was in the package and then come down to 
him again. 

"You can wear a robe," he said, "but underneath you wear what's in that 
package." 

When she went upstairs to her room and opened the package, she found that it 
contained a brown leather bra with holes to show her nipples, a brown 
leather garter belt and a lovely pair of brown sheer stockings. She thought 
she ought to wear brown shoes with the outfit, and she searched among the 
shoes she had until she found a suitable pair. Then she decided the heels 
weren't high enough. She knew Carleton liked her in high heels, but she had 
nothing in brown. She went down the hall to Amber Scoville's room and found 
a pair of sandals that she thought would knock Carleton for a loop. The 
heels had to be five inches high, and at first Erica thought she'd fall over 
if she wore them. But she gave it a try, and after a minute or two she 
learned how to balance herself. 

She thought she looked very sexy in the get-up. Her pink nipples stuck out 
provocatively through the holes in the bra, and her fluffy cunt bush was 
framed by the brown leather of the garter belt. She drew the sheer stockings 
tight on her thighs, slipped into the high-heeled sandals and carefully 
walked over to the full-length mirror to have a look at her rear over her 
shoulder. It was her ass that Carleton would want. And she thought her ass 
looked lovely, her white asscheeks bulging out the way they did from the 
frame of the brown leather garter belt. 

I'll melt his balls, she thought, her hands affectionately jiggling her 
asscheeks. She loved her ass. The scars of the whipping were all gone, and 
her ass looked delicious. She thought maybe she had put on some weight in 
her butt since her arrival at the Scoville house. Maybe it was all the 
ass-fucking that Carleton did. 

She quivered with anticipation as she thought of Carleton's cock fucking up 
her shitter. She thought of sticking one or two fingers in there, reaming 
out her asshole and maybe rubbing her clit to get a quickie orgasm. But she 
decided to wait for Carleton. Her asshole felt so wide open, she wanted 
something long and thick in there to fill it up. 

She put her robe on and carefully navigated her way down the stairs on the 
five-inch heels. When she came into Carleton's study, he smiled at her and 
handed her a glass of wine. They sipped the wine together and smiled at each 
other. Then he noticed the shoes and his eyes widened a bit. 

"Where'd you get those?" he asked. 

"Mrs. Scoville said I might use Amber's clothes if I ever need them." 

Carleton stared fixedly at the shoes. He seemed mesmerized by them. Finally 
he pulled his gaze away, and he brought a black rubber ball out of his 
pocket. He told her to put the ball in her mouth. After she had her mouth 
stuffed with the black ball, he sat down on the sofa. He told Erica to 
remove her robe. 

"Walk around a bit. Let me see what you look like." 

She felt a little strange doing it. Whenever he fucked her, he was usually 
quick about it, ramming his cock in her ass and shooting off within minutes 
and then pushing her away so she could suck his cock clean. And she never 
had the ball-gag in her mouth, not when she was alone with him. Now he 
evidently wanted something else. Maybe it was because Brenda was away. 

Never mind the reason, she thought. Just do what he wants before he gets 
annoyed. 

She tossed the robe onto a chair and walked slowly back and forth in front 
of him. She hated the ball-gag. It was always so difficult to swallow with 
the ball in her mouth. 

She had the knack of the high heels now. They made her height well over six 
feet, and because she had to hold her back straight, her tits jutted out 
ripe and heavy in the leather bra. After a while, she stopped in front of 
Carleton and slowly turned to show him her ass. Go on, tease him, she 
thought. She had no power over him except by teasing him. It was only by 
teasing that a slave could get back at a master. She moved her legs apart, 
then slipped her hands around to hold her asscheeks and pull them open. 

She heard him make a noise, a wheezing sound in his throat. The old coot was 
so crazy about her ass. She guessed that at the moment he had a clear view 
of her asshole. She'd looked at her asshole in a mirror the other day to see 
how stretched it was. Like a little pink mouth. Brenda had a dark-brown 
asshole. Maybe Carleton liked pink better than brown. She rolled her 
asscheeks with her palms, opened and closed them and then opened them again. 
She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted that meaty prick of his driving 
straight up her ass and fucking her brains out. 

Then suddenly she heard him moving behind her, and in a moment she could 
feel his face against her ass. A thrill ran through her as she felt his 
tongue in her asscrack. This was something he'd never done before. She was 
taken by surprise. She squirmed her hips, holding her asscheeks apart with 
her hands to make it easier for him. God, yes, he could do that if he 
wanted! 

His tongue swabbed up and down over her asshole. 

Then he finished tonguing her ass, and he told her to bend over the 
upholstered arm of one of the big chairs. She did as he asked. She lay there 
with her legs wide apart and her body bent over the arm so that her head was 
on the cushion of the chair. He walked over to one of the tables, and when 
she turned her head to look at him she saw him coming back with a bottle of 
baby oil in his hand. 

Thank God he's ready, she thought. Now she'd get a slick prick up her ass. 

She heard him moving around behind her as he stripped his clothes off. He 
had a good body for a man his age. Nice balls and a big prick. Then she felt 
his cock-knob in her asscrack, his oiled cock ready to fuck into her 
shithole. 

"Ready, Erica?" 

"Yes, I'm ready." 

She pushed out to open her asshole, and the next moment she groaned as his 
cockhead slipped in. 

He was in there without any trouble, his oiled cock fucking smoothly up her 
shit-chute. She could feel his fat prick-knob pushing at her ass guts. No 
pain at all. Nothing but a long fat cock packing her shitter, filling up her 
stretched ass until it was so good it brought a moan of pleasure out of her 
throat. 

He owns me, she thought . . . 

Later, when Erica was in her room alone again, Marie the maid came in with a 
glass of brandy on a tray. "I thought you might like this." 

Erica rolled over on the bed. "Mmmmm, how'd you know?" 

Marie giggled as she handed the brandy to Erica. "You were with Mr. Scoville 
before, weren't you?" 

"Yes, I was." 

Marie continued questioning her, and Erica let it go on. She didn't mind. 
Marie seemed to know everything anyway. And she liked Marie. When Marie 
asked, Erica told her what they'd been doing down there in Mr. Scoville's 
study. She told Marie that Carleton had made her put on some leather 
underwear and then he'd fucked her ass. She told Marie how she'd worn his 
daughter's shoes and how Carleton had seemed so impressed by them. 

Marie giggled when she heard about the shoes. "Well, I can understand that. 
They used to do a lot of fucking, him and Amber. Maybe he misses her, now 
that she's been away so long." 

Erica was amused. So that explained his response to the shoes. "Is Amber 
pretty?" 

Marie nodded. "She sure is. But I think you're prettier." 

"You're sweet." 

"Let me suck you off." 

Erica laughed. She was pleased. Yes, she was in the mood for it. "Do you 
really want to?" 

She let Marie call the shots. She lay back on the bed and opened her thighs 
as the maid sucked her cunt. Erica thought about Marie and Brenda, how 
Brenda was sometimes so mean to Marie, and how Marie seemed to love it. Then 
she thought about Carleton and how he'd kissed and licked her ass before 
he'd fucked her. She did like that. If only her ex-husband had done that to 
her, she might have stayed married to him. She wondered if Marie would lick 
her ass. Then she realized that Marie would certainly do it. Marie would do 
anything she was told to do. Erica pushed Marie away from her crotch and 
giggled as she rolled over on her belly. 

"Do me there, too," Erica said. 

And so it started. Marie went down on Erica again, but this time it was 
Erica's ass that received all the attention. Marie kissed and nibbled on 
Erica's asscheeks and then quickly moved her mouth into Erica's asscrack. 
Erica started moaning as she felt the maid's mouth sucking on her asshole. 
She raised her ass, changing her position so that she was on her knees with 
her shoulders on the mattress. Now Marie had a clear field and she went to 
town on Erica's asshole. She sucked Erica's asshole, stuck her tongue all 
the way inside and then began fucking her tongue in and out until she had 
Erica trembling with pleasure. 

No wonder Brenda loves it, Erica thought. The feel of the maid's tongue in 
her ass was heavenly. Marie was an expert at eating ass, and before long 
Erica had a lovely orgasm. 

After that Marie lay on her back and finger-fucked herself while Erica 
watched her. 

When Marie saw Erica watching her, she groaned: "Piss on me." 

A shudder ran through Erica. "On my bed? We'll get the bed wet." 

"Please, in the bathroom." 

Erica was thrilled at the idea. Marie was such a pretty little slave. If she 
wanted to be pissed on, why not do it and enjoy it? Brenda did it to both of 
them whenever she felt like it. Why let Brenda have all the fun? In a few 
moments, the women were giggling in the bathtub, Erica squatting over 
Marie's face and teasing Marie by not doing anything yet. 

"Are you sure you want it? Tell me you want it." 

Marie licked her lips as she gazed at Erica's blonde cunt. "Piss on me. 
Please piss on me." 

Erica held her cuntlips open with her fingers so they could both see how the 
piss came out. 

She finally released the flow and the yellow stream gushed out of her pussy 
to drench Marie's face. This was different than what Brenda usually did. 
With Brenda, Erica had to get her mouth against the woman's cunt and take 
every drop without spilling anything. Erica thought it was more fun to watch 
the piss splash against Marie's face. She thought Marie looked so completely 
submissive now, lying there with her face turned up while Erica pissed on 
her . . . 

Later that evening, Erica was summoned to Brenda's bedroom. Carleton was 
there. They were naked on the bed together, and they'd obviously been 
fucking. Brenda wanted Erica to suck her ass before Carleton fucked it. 

As Erica lapped at Brenda's ass, she wondered if Brenda knew how active 
Carleton had been that afternoon. And did Brenda know that Carleton fucked 
their daughter? 

Brenda wriggled her ass under Erica's mouth. She started talking about 
Erica, and then Erica froze as she heard Brenda say Erica's nipples would be 
pierced. And Erica's cuntlips. Brenda said Erica would have rings in her 
nipples and cuntlips, a set of small rings similar to those Marie had. 

Erica was frightened. But she was too afraid of them to protest. She kept 
her face pressed against Brenda's ass as she worked on Brenda's asshole. 

Finally, Brenda was ready for fucking. She pushed Erica away and Carleton 
came to kneel behind Brenda's lush ass. Erica thought Carleton would put 
some grease on his cock, but instead he told Erica to get her mouth on his 
cock and get it wet. She sucked his prick, dribbled her saliva over his 
cockhead and cockshaft, and soon he had his prick-knob pushing at his wife's 
gaping asshole. 

Brenda groaned as his cock fucked in. She squirmed her body around a bit to 
get herself comfortable, and then she settled down to get her shithole 
reamed out by Carleton's fucker. She was soon moaning with pleasure, lost in 
her own little heaven as her asshole sucked on his prick. 

Erica watched them awhile, and then she felt she had to do something. She 
had to make herself useful. She crawled between Carleton's legs and turned 
her face up to suck his balls. She thought about having her nipples and 
cuntlips pierced, and she was afraid again. She wondered how bad it would 
be. 

Then Carleton was coming, dumping his jism in his wife's asshole. He 
finished shooting his cum-load, and then he pulled his cock out of her ass 
and dropped it down to Erica's mouth. 

Erica stopped thinking about anything except the cock she had in her mouth. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

One day, Brenda took Erica into town with her. Erica was delighted at the 
chance to do something different. She thought it would be fun to be in the 
real world again. 

They did some shopping in the morning, they had lunch at noon, and then in 
the early afternoon Brenda took Erica to an exclusive boutique, a plush 
salon that catered to rich women. Erica was awed by the place. She sat 
subdued in the dressing room while Brenda harassed the salespeople as she 
tried on one outfit after another. Brenda finally bought a dress. Erica 
thought the dress was nice, but she guessed it cost more than a thousand 
dollars, and that was completely out of her range. 

Brenda had her clothes on and they were about to leave, when a woman 
appeared at the entrance to the dressing room. 

"Brenda, love! It's you, isn't it? How nice!" 

Erica learned the woman's name was Muriel and she and Brenda were old 
friends. Muriel's eyes continually returned to Erica as she talked to 
Brenda. Muriel insisted Brenda join her in another dressing room while she 
tried on some things. 

"Don't you try sneaking away," Muriel said, laughing as she left them. 

Brenda sighed and motioned to Erica to come along with her to Muriel's 
dressing room. "She's a boring bitch," Brenda said. Then she added with a 
chuckle: "But she seems to be interested in you." 

They found Muriel wearing nothing but a bra and pantyhose. She was an 
attractive woman, certainly not young anymore, but she still had a shapely 
figure. She wore no panties under the sheer pantyhose, and her auburn cunt 
bush was clearly visible. 

"Pardon my pussy," Muriel said to Brenda. 

"But I'm sure you don't mind." Then she looked at Erica and smiled. "And who 
is this lovely creature, Brenda? Is this that little librarian you told me 
about? She's exquisite." 

They talked about Erica awhile as if Erica wasn't there. It made Erica feel 
uncomfortable. Especially when Brenda strongly hinted that Erica did more 
than just look after Carleton Scoville's books. 

Muriel gave a sniggering laugh and walked over to where Erica was sitting 
against the wall. "So you've got yourself another one, haven't you, Brenda?" 

"Yes, why not?" Brenda said. 

"Darling, after the last one, you said you found it too exhausting. But I 
can't say I blame you. She's lovely." 

Muriel touched the side of Erica's face, ran her fingertips along Erica's 
chin and then walked back to Brenda and whispered something in Brenda's ear. 

Brenda shook her head. "Don't be silly. She does whatever I want." 

"Housebroken?" 

"Yes, that too." 

"Mmmmmm, how exciting. But maybe I don't believe you." Brenda laughed. "You 
do believe me. You just want some candy for yourself." 

"All right, I want some candy for myself. We're friends, aren't we?" 

Erica wasn't too sure what they were talking about, but it was slowly 
getting through to her. Then Muriel gave the salesgirl ten dollars and told 
her she wanted some privacy with her friends for a while. The girl smiled 
and walked out, and Muriel locked the door. 

Turning back to them, Muriel smiled. "Now we're cozy, aren't we?" 

Brenda smirked. "You're a horny bitch." 

Muriel chuckled. "I certainly am." 

Brenda looked at Erica. "On your knees, darling. Muriel wants some fun with 
you." 

What followed after that was a nightmare that Erica would remember a long 
time. What made it so horrible was the fact that Muriel was a complete 
stranger, someone totally unknown to her. Erica had a sudden fit of 
self-loathing and fear. She knew she ought to have bolted, but yet here she 
was on her knees, waiting to be commanded by Muriel. She quivered as she 
wondered what Muriel would do. 

The first thing Muriel did was peel off her pantyhose. She rubbed her cunt 
bush with her hand and giggled as she came towards Erica. "First I want some 
head." 

Erica stared at the woman's red-haired cunt, and then suddenly Muriel's 
pussy was against her face. Erica was shocked at the heavy cunt-odor. 
Muriel's pussy was more than gamy, it reeked. It was more a smell of stale 
piss than a smell of cunt, and Erica almost retched. Brenda's cunt was 
usually clean, but this was something different. Muriel's cunt smelled as 
though it hadn't been washed in a year. 

But Erica had no choice. Brenda was standing right there to make sure she 
was obedient, and Muriel was certainly insistent. Muriel pressed her crotch 
against Erica's face, and Erica had to open her mouth and give the woman 
head. She had to lick and suck the woman's raunchy cunt until she squirmed 
with delight. 

"Happy New Year, she's good," Muriel said. "Better than these little dykes 
they've got around here. You buy a little dress and you get a little suck, 
and half the time the suck isn't worth the price of the dress. Come on, 
honey, suck that cunt! Suck the juices out. I think she likes my cunt, 
Brenda. I can see possibilities here. I'm going to con you into lending her 
to me. Oh, God! I'm coming! Suck my clit, baby, suck that little jigger. Oh, 
shit, yes!" 

Muriel came and, before the come was finished, she started pissing. 

Erica was frantic because she wanted to avoid getting her dress wet here in 
town. How could she possibly walk around wearing a dress drenched with piss? 
She clamped her mouth over Muriel's cunt to take the whole bucket of piss 
without losing anything to wet her clothes. After all the practice she'd 
had, she was an expert. And she missed no more than a few drops. 

Muriel was in heaven as she finished her piss, groaning as she pulled her 
cunt away from Erica's mouth. 

"My God, she's good, isn't she? I've got to fuck her, Brenda. You've got to 
lend her to me. Just a week, darling. Just an itty-bitty week?" 

But Brenda refused. She quickly hustled Erica out of the dressing room and 
then out of the boutique. On the way home, they sat in the back of the limo, 
with Kruger driving up front. 

"Muriel is something, isn't she?" Brenda said. 

Erica quivered. "She smells." 

"Her pussy?" 

"She smells awful. She doesn't bathe." 

Brenda smiled. She kept laughing all the way home, asking Erica again and 
again about Muriel's cunt. And each time, Erica had to tell 

Brenda how awful it was. 

When they arrived home, Erica thought Brenda was acting strangely. Brenda 
had that look in her eyes, that look that was always there when she intended 
to do something weird. She seemed distracted. She kept looking at Erica and 
smiling. Before long, Erica was afraid. She had no idea what would happen. 
The one thing Erica knew was that Brenda was unpredictable. They were all 
unpredictable, Brenda and Carleton and Kruger. Everything in the Scoville 
house was unpredictable. 

Because of her fear, Erica wanted to go up to her room. But Brenda wouldn't 
allow it. She made Erica have tea with her in the garden. Then after that 
she took Erica into the house and they walked down the long hallway to what 
Brenda called the playroom. 

Erica remembered the room. This was the room she'd been strung up in. Now 
she was really afraid. 

When they were inside the room, Brenda picked up the telephone and called 
Kruger. Erica begged her not to have Kruger come in, but Brenda wouldn't 
listen to her. Brenda just smiled at Erica, her eyes shining. All Erica 
could do was stand there and tremble. 

Erica was so afraid now. Then Kruger came in. He closed the door behind him. 
There was no emotion in his face. Erica couldn't tell whether or not he was 
surprised. He certainly looked at Erica. He had that look in his eyes, that 
same crazy look that Brenda had. 

Brenda then told Erica: "Get naked, darling. We can't have our fun when 
you're wearing clothes." 

There was nothing Erica could do about it. There was no way to resist. She 
knew that if she refused them, things would be worse for her. 

Erica stripped her clothes off, stripped everything off until she was naked. 
Kruger looked at her, but he'd seen her naked so many times it really didn't 
mean anything. And of course Brenda had seen her naked, too. But Erica felt 
so vulnerable. There were three of them and she was the only one who was 
naked. Kruger and Brenda had all their clothes on. 

Brenda made Erica stand in the middle of the room, stand naked while she 
poured herself a drink. She did not offer a drink to Kruger. The chauffeur 
was a servant. He was a servant and Erica was a slave. He's above me, Erica 
thought. At the moment even the chauffeur was above her in the Scoville 
house. 

Then Brenda told Erica to kneel on the floor with her ass in the air. 

"Kruger's going to whip you, darling. Stick that pretty butt out for him." 

Erica begged not to be whipped. She asked Brenda why. 

"Because I want to watch it, pet. It turns me on." 

There was nothing Erica could do. She knelt on the floor, her head and 
shoulders down, her ass in the air. She heard Brenda tell Kruger to get the 
quirt. In a few moments he was there behind Erica, slapping the quirt in. 
his hand. Erica was so afraid of him. 

Brenda sat down facing Erica so that Erica could see her. Brenda soon put 
her hand under her dress. Erica could see Brenda's fingers in her cunt. 
Brenda frigged her pussy as she looked at Erica. The older woman's face was 
flushed, and it was obvious how turned on she was. The prospect of Kruger 
whipping Erica excited her. 

Erica cried out at the first lash of the whip. The pain was awful. The scars 
she'd had from the first whipping were gone, but now her ass would be marked 
again. 

The whip came down on her raised ass again and again. Erica moaned and 
sobbed, overwhelmed by the pain and the cruelty of what they were doing to 
her. She wanted to die. In front of Erica, Brenda frigged her cunt as she 
watched Erica's turmoil. 

Finally, when the whipping was finished, Brenda told Kruger to bring the 
pot. Erica had no idea what she was talking about. Within a few moments 
Kruger was there with a large red pot. Brenda giggled and told Erica to 
squat over the pot and piss. 

Erica was afraid that if she refused she'd get whipped again. She squatted 
over the pot. It took a few moments before she could relax enough to let go, 
and then the piss came out, splashing into the pot with a great deal of 
noise. 

Brenda laughed, and even Kruger had a smile on his face. When Erica finished 
pissing, Brenda rose off the chair where she'd been sitting. She walked over 
to Erica. She knelt down and pulled the pot out from under Erica's crotch. 
Her nose wrinkled at the smell of Erica's piss. 

Brenda raised the pot, turned it over and dumped the piss on Erica's head. 

Erica started sobbing again. She was drenched with her own piss. 

Brenda laughed and said that in the evening there would be a guest at 
dinner. "Someone special, darling, a dear friend. And this evening, you'll 
finally get your nipples pierced. Something to look forward to, isn't it?" 

Erica's heart sank. She lay on the floor, drenched in her piss, wallowing in 
her misery. After a while Brenda kicked Erica's whip-marked ass and told her 
to get upstairs and clean herself up. 

"You stink," Brenda said. "I don't like it when you smell like that." 

After she bathed, Erica remained in her room the rest of the afternoon. She 
was afraid to go downstairs. She remembered what Brenda had said about 
having her nipples pierced. She felt so utterly alone. Carleton couldn't 
protect her, even if he was in the mood to do so. He'd been gone from the 
house since yesterday on business in Washington, and Erica had no idea when 
he'd return . . . 

Finally dinner time arrived, and Marie came to knock on Erica's door and 
tell her they were waiting for her in the dining room. Erica knew it was no 
use. She hurriedly dressed and went downstairs. She felt like a lamb going 
to sacrifice. She wondered who the guest was. A dear friend, Brenda had 
said. Erica hoped Brenda wouldn't criticize the way she was dressed. Brenda 
could be so cruel sometimes. 

Moments later, Erica was seating in the dining room and smiling at the new 
guest. His name was John Conway. Doctor John Conway. He looked about fifty, 
a ruddy-faced man with silver hair and pale blue eyes. 

"I've heard a great deal about you," he said to Erica, with a hint of 
amusement in his eyes. 

Erica blushed. She wondered just how much he'd heard. Then she guessed that 
Brenda had probably told him all there was to know. It made Erica so 
uncomfortable to sit at the table with Doctor Conway knowing so much about 
her. 

The talk was easy during dinner, Brenda and Doctor Conway doing most of it 
and Erica responding only when she was asked something. Once again, Brenda 
told Erica that Doctor Conway was a dear friend of the family. It was only 
later that Erica learned that John Conway was Brenda's lover. 

After a while, Erica found herself extremely uncomfortable because of the 
way Doctor Conway looked at her. His eyes seemed so piercing, as if he could 
see straight through her. She withdrew into herself and tried to think of 
other things. Then she suddenly realized Brenda had spoken to her and she 
had to come out of her reverie. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Erica said. 

Brenda twisted her lips with annoyance. "Doctor Conway is interested in your 
ideas about discipline." 

Erica blushed. "I don't have any ideas." 

Doctor Conway chuckled, then smiled at Erica. "But I'm told you like it. You 
must have some ideas about it." 

"I don't really like it." 

"She's lying," Brenda said. "She loves it, and she does whatever she's told. 
Take your dress off, Erica. Doctor Conway wants to see what you look like." 

Erica trembled. "Here?" 

"Yes, here." 

Erica got up. She avoided looking at them. She unzipped her dress, pushed 
the shoulder straps down, let the dress slide down to her feet and then 
stepped out of it. She wore hardly anything now, just a thin garter belt to 
hold up her nylons and a pair of wispy panties. 

Doctor Conway looked at Erica intently. He said nothing for a long moment 
and then he smiled at Brenda. "She's lovely." 

Brenda nodded. "I told you she was. Sit down, Erica. We haven't had our 
dessert yet." 

Erica had to sit there almost naked while they had their dessert and coffee. 
She felt so embarrassed. And afraid. She was terribly afraid. There was 
something frightening about Doctor Conway. His blue eyes seemed so 
completely cold. 

Then dinner was finally over, and they moved out of the dining room and into 
the large sitting room that adjoined it. Marie, the maid, served brandy, her 
eyes twinkling with amusement whenever she looked at Erica. 

I'll get even, Erica thought. I'm going to whip her the next time we're 
alone. 

But then Marie was gone and Erica had to think of other things. Brenda and 
Doctor Conway. The two of them sat beside each other on one of the sofas 
while Erica sat facing them in an easy chair. Erica kept her legs crossed in 
order to hide her pussy. She sipped her brandy and tried to keep calm, but 
all the while she trembled with apprehension. 

"I think she's frightened," Doctor Conway said with a thin smile. 

Brenda chuckled. "Are you frightened, Erica?" 

Erica nodded. "Yes." 

"Well, I suppose you're right," Doctor Conway said. "Maybe it's because 
you're too far away." 

"Come over here," Brenda said. "Stand in front of us." She pointed to the 
rug at her feet. 

Erica quivered as she rose from the easy chair and walked over to stand 
where Brenda had indicated. She stood more in front of Brenda than in front 
of Doctor Conway, but then he took her hand and pulled at it to make her 
move in front of him. As soon as she did so, he dropped her hand and touched 
her cunt mound. 

"Let's get these panties off." He helped her slide her panties down her 
thighs and legs and off her feet. Then he touched her cunt bush. "Move your 
legs apart." 

Erica did so, and his hand immediately slid between her thighs and 
underneath to cup her ass. His middle finger wormed between her asscheeks to 
find her asshole. He smiled as his finger slipped inside without any 
trouble. Then he pushed his thumb inside her cunt hole and pinched the thin 
wall separating her cunt-channel and shit-tube. 

"Fuck my fingers," he said to Erica. "Move your ass and fuck my hand. I'd 
like to see how you move." 

She pumped her crotch at his hand. She trembled when their eyes met. He's a 
monster, she thought. He's a monster with blue eyes. 

Then Brenda said Doctor Conway was the one who would pierce her nipples. 
"And your pussylips, too," Brenda said. "We want some rings down there, 
too." 

Erica closed her eyes and moaned as she fucked herself on Doctor Conway's 
hand. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Now Doctor Conway was standing. He had his fly unzipped and his cock 
dangling out of his pants. He had a thick cock, not very long, but extremely 
thick. The cock-knob was shaped like a helmet and the slit at the tip was 
leaking pre-cum. 

Erica knelt at Conway's feet and stared at his cock. The prick-knob made her 
mouth water. She wanted to suck his prick. She opened her mouth and leaned 
forward to capture his cock-as head. 

Conway sighed with satisfaction and pulled her head forward with his hands. 
He wanted more of his cock in her mouth. Erica had to open her jaw wide 
because his cock was so thick. She took more and more of his warm cockmeat 
until his prick-knob was pushing at her throat. Now she had her nose in his 
fly, her nostrils tickled by his cock bush. 

"Now, slowly, back and forth," Doctor Conway said. "Fuck it with your 
mouth." 

He was pleased at the way she sucked his cock. He told Brenda he was very 
pleased with Erica. He said Erica was a true slave. He said some women 
thought they were slaves, but then they found out they weren't. Erica was a 
true slave. At times she might get her kicks as a mistress, but basically 
she was a slave. 

"And with a nice mouth," Conway said with a chuckle. "She really knows how 
to give head." 

He came before long. He pulled his cock back until he had just his cock-knob 
in her mouth, and then he shot his cum-load in Erica's mouth. She was hungry 
for it. She thought his jism had a sweet taste. Nicer than Carleton's jism 
or Kruger's jism. And he gave her enough cum so that she could really feel 
the wad going down. 

It was nice. She swallowed everything he gave her and then she pulled away 
and licked her lips. 

"Now, over here," Brenda said. She wanted some cunt-lapping from Erica. She 
ordered Erica to crawl over to her and start sucking. 

Brenda had her dress at her waist and her knees pulled back to her tits and 
her thighs wide open. All of her crotch was exposed, her thick-lipped cunt 
and down below, the dark ring of her asshole. Erica knew she'd have to suck 
Brenda's ass as well as eat her cunt, and for a moment she was embarrassed 
because Doctor Conway would see it. Then she told herself he'd probably seen 
worse in his life. And anyway, she had to do it. He was right about her, she 
was a true slave. She had just swallowed a load of jism, and now here she 
was moving in to get a load of cunt cream. 

Brenda's cunt was so familiar to Erica by now. And Brenda's ass. Erica knew 
how Brenda liked it. She first tickled Brenda's asshole with the tip of her 
tongue. Around and around the dark ring, just light touches on the puckered 
rim, just enough to tickle and get Brenda smiling. 

"She's very good at this," Brenda said. "She's charming." Doctor Conway 
chuckled. "I can see that. 

Yes, she's good. But I'd like to see her tongue inside." 

Erica didn't wait to be told. She stiffened her tongue and pushed the tip at 
the ring of Brenda's asshole. Brenda giggled and opened her ass as Erica's 
tongue slid inside. 

"Oh, I love it!" Brenda said. "I love the way it feels!" 

Erica tongue-fucked Brenda's asshole awhile, and then she pulled her tongue 
out and started flipping it against Brenda's stiff clit. She'd serviced 
Brenda often enough to know exactly what Brenda needed. It took no more than 
two minutes more to get Brenda off. She squealed and shuddered as she came. 
Erica sucked up the oozing cunt juice and swallowed it down. She thought 
Brenda had come very strong, maybe because Doctor Conway was watching it and 
it turned Brenda on. 

After that, Erica was ordered to work on Conway's cock again. His prick was 
limp now, hanging out of his fly like a thick sausage. He sat next to Brenda 
on the sofa, with his legs wide apart and Erica kneeling between them to 
massage his cock with her lips and tongue. 

Brenda teased him. "Darling, I think you need to rest awhile." 

Conway shrugged. "Maybe you're right." 

"You can piss in her mouth if you like. Erica loves that." 

Conway was delighted. He held Erica's head with both hands and pissed in her 
mouth. Erica expertly swallowed his piss as fast as he gave it to her. When 
he was finished, she hadn't missed a single drop. She pulled her mouth away, 
licked her lips and swallowed the last of the salty fluid. 

Then she suddenly came. 

The spasm pounded through her pussy and brought a hot flush to her face. 
Doctor Conway recognized what had happened and he chuckled as he patted 
Erica's head. 

"Well, she likes it, doesn't she? She likes the taste of piss." 

They went upstairs to Brenda's bedroom after that. Doctor Conway fondled 
Brenda's ass as they walked up the stairs. Erica understood now that Doctor 
Conway was Brenda's lover. She wondered if Carleton knew. Doctor Conway 
seemed so much at ease with Brenda. 

When they were in the bedroom, Conway and Brenda finally shed their clothes. 
Erica thought Doctor Conway had a nice body for a man his age. When Brenda 
suggested that Erica rim Doctor Conway, Erica didn't mind at all. She found 
the idea exciting. 

Doctor Conway knelt on the bed with his ass in the air, and Erica quickly 
crouched behind him. He had such a cute little asshole, the ring surrounded 
by hair and then down below that, his ball-bag hung low. She sniffed at his 
asscrack and then moved her mouth down to lap at his hairy balls. She got 
the wrinkled bag all wet with her saliva. Then she worked her tongue up to 
his asshole and tickled around the ass-ring and just inside the hole itself. 
She tickled his asshole a long time, until he started grunting as he became 
turned on. Then her tongue fucked inside his ass and she began fingering his 
balls and prick. His cock became hard in her hand, thickening and 
lengthening until he had a nice hard-on. 

"Christ, she's good," Doctor Conway said with a croaking sound. "Come on, 
Brenda, I'm going to fuck you." 

They did a three-way on the bed, Brenda on her hands and knees, Doctor 
Conway fucking her cunt from behind, and Erica behind Conway with her face 
against his ass and her mouth on his asshole. 

Erica found it wasn't that easy to keep her mouth in place as he fucked in 
and out of Brenda's cunt. But she did her best. She liked the taste of his 
ass. She liked the way he smelled. ss 

She decided she preferred sucking a man's ass to a woman's ass. She wondered 
what her ex-husband would have thought if she'd ever done this to him. She 
quivered and frigged her pussy with her fingers as she sucked on Conway's 
hairy asshole. 

Then Conway came, his belly banging against Brenda's ass as he shot his 
cum-load. Erica could feel his asshole contracting around her tongue each 
time he spurted. She loved it. She'd never sucked a man's ass while he shot 
off. She loved the feel of his asshole grabbing at her tongue. She frigged 
herself until she came. Then Conway pulled his cock out of Brenda's cunt and 
turned around to shove it in Erica's mouth -and Erica came again. 

Yes, it's good, Erica thought. She was discovering that no matter what she 
did, she could find a way to make it feel good. 

* * * 

Late that evening Erica returned exhausted to her room. She wanted to sleep, 
but she found she was too restless. She tried reading a book. She watched an 
old movie on TV awhile. She was about to try sleeping again when someone 
knocked on the door, and the maid came in. 

"I saw your light on," Marie said with a giggle. 

Erica was about to tell Marie to go away when she remembered how irritating 
Marie had been earlier in the evening. 

"Get me some tea," Erica said. 

When Marie brought the tea, Erica told the girl how annoyed she was. Marie 
quivered and admitted that sometimes she was a bad girl. 

"Let me be your slave," Marie whispered. 

Erica stared at her. "You're crazy." 

"Please, Erica." 

"What will you do?" 

"I'll do anything you want." 

Erica thought about it a moment. "All right, at the moment you can help me 
bathe." 

Marie was eager to serve Erica. She helped Erica peel off her nightgown and 
then she drew the bubble-bath and helped Erica get into the tub. Erica found 
it pleasant. When she wanted to be washed, she rose in the tub, and Marie 
lathered her body with soap. Marie cooed with delight as she rubbed the soap 
between Erica's legs. 

"I love your pussy," Marie said. 

Erica chuckled and raised one foot to the edge of the tub. "Go on, suck my 
pussy. You'll get some soap in your mouth, but maybe you deserve it." 

Marie didn't seem to care about the soap. She sucked Erica's cunt until all 
the soap was gone. Erica told her to stop, but instead she continued 
sucking. Erica realized she had to show Marie who was boss. She swung her 
arm back and slammed her hand into the side of Marie's face. The maid cried 
out and fell down on the bathroom floor, whimpering as she felt the pain in 
her cheek. Erica laughed and turned around to present her ass to Marie. 

"In my asshole, cutie. Do some digging with your tongue." 

For Erica, this was a way of getting even with all of them. She was a slave 
to the Scovilles and Kruger and Doctor Conway, sucking their cocks and cunts 
and asses whenever they told her to, and now she had her own little slave 
doing it to her. She quivered with pleasure as she felt Marie's tongue slip 
inside her asshole. Well, that was one advantage of having a stretched 
asshole. The maid could get her tongue all the way inside without any 
trouble. 

After Erica became bored with Marie's tongue in her ass, she pushed Marie 
away and climbed out of the tub. Marie dried Erica's body with a large 
towel. The maid had her uniform on and she seemed to be taking care not to 
get it wet or soiled in the bathroom. Erica teased her about it. 

Marie said she had other uniforms but she had to iron them all herself, and 
she was always too lazy to do it. This amused Erica and she immediately told 
Marie to lie down on the bathroom floor. Marie was unhappy as she did it. 

"I'll get my uniform wet." 

"And how," Erica said, and before Marie could protest she squatted over the 
maid and pissed on her face and tits. "Now you're really wet." 

Marie closed her eyes and groaned as Erica's piss gushed down on her. "You 
can shit on me, too." 

"What?" 

"Please shit on me." 

Erica laughed. "You're really my little slave, aren't you?" 

Marie said yes, she was Erica's little slave and she would do whatever Erica 
wanted. Then she begged Erica again to shit on her, and Erica yielded to the 
wishes of her new slave. 

Squatting carefully over Marie's face, she shit on Marie and watched the 
girl squirm with pleasure as the hot turds fell on her chin and throat. 

My God, she loves it, Erica thought. But she knew all about that. She'd been 
down there herself more than once, and she knew what it was like. 

"Clean up and get out of here," Erica said. 

Now Erica was tired and she wanted some sleep. She looked down with disgust 
at Marie. The maid was covered with shit and she looked horrible. Erica 
walked out of the bathroom and climbed into bed. 

She never heard Marie leave. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head 
touched the pillow. She had a crazy dream about people walking around 
downtown naked and shitting in the street whenever they felt like it. When 
she opened her eyes, it was morning and Kruger was standing at her bedside 
with his cock out of his pants. 

"Suck me off and then get to Mrs. Scoville," he said. "She wants you in her 
room." 

As she did almost every morning, Erica sucked him off, took his load of 
thick jism down her throat. She'd come to look forward to it the first thing 
in the morning. She liked the taste better than the acid taste of orange 
juice, and she thought it was probably healthier. It was nice to have the 
juice in Kruger's balls ready for her each morning. Maybe he thought he had 
the advantage over her, but she didn't think so anymore. She liked his cum 
and she was happy to have it. 

After Kruger left, Erica hurried to put something on and get to Brenda's 
bedroom. She knew how Brenda liked her in the morning-fresh and feminine and 
ready to please. She sprayed cologne over her cunt bush, then slipped into a 
white dressing gown and a pair of white high-heeled mules. She hoped Brenda 
wasn't in one of her weird moods. Erica liked the gown, and she hated the 
idea of having it soiled. 

Was Doctor Conway still in the house? He certainly was. He was in Brenda's 
bed. When Erica walked in, she found Brenda playing with his cock. 

"What took you so long?" Brenda said. "Get your mouth over here and take his 
piss." 

Erica slipped out of her gown and mules and climbed onto the bed. "Let me be 
underneath," Erica said. "I don't want to spill any of it." 

Doctor Conway was amused. He watched Erica stretch out on her back, and then 
he climbed over her, straddled her and shoved his thick cock in her mouth. 
He had sense enough to keep just his cockhead inside her lips. Erica 
fingered his balls, and then she quivered as the hot piss started coming. 
She had done it to Carleton many times in the morning like this and she knew 
how to avoid spilling any piss. Doctor Conway groaned with pleasure as he 
filled her mouth again and again. 

"Christ, what a mouth she's got." 

After he finished, he climbed off her and it was Brenda's turn. 

"Sweet little Erica," Brenda said. 

She squatted down, pressed her cunt flush against Erica's open mouth and 
started pissing. She pissed in spurts so that Erica had a chance to swallow. 
Brenda didn't have that much piss, and Erica thought maybe she'd already 
used the bathroom that morning. 

Watching Erica take Brenda's piss gave Conway a hard-on, and now he wanted 
to fuck Erica. "In the back door," he said. "Let's find out what she's got 
back there." 

What Erica had back there was a soft and pliant asshole and an educated 
shit-tube that felt marvelous when it grabbed his cock. Conway didn't last 
long. Erica's ass soon had him in the short strokes. He bucked his ass as he 
pumped his jism inside her shitter, and then at the end Erica had to suck 
his cock again to get it clean. 

"I think you like her," Brenda said, chuckling as she held his balls while 
Erica sucked his prick. "You like my little slave?" 

Conway nodded, his eyes on Erica's mouth as it worked on his cock. "She's 
talented, all right. Lovely asshole and a lovely mouth. When will you put 
her up?" 

"I think in about a month." 

Put her up? Erica had no idea what they were talking about. 

She finished cleaning Conway's cock, and she was finally allowed to leave . 
. . 

Later that afternoon, she was called again to Brenda and Conway and this 
time she found herself in the playroom. Conway had a set of medical 
instruments laid out on a white cloth. Marie came in carrying a basin of 
water and some towels. Erica was afraid. This was the piercing Brenda had 
talked about. 

Conway saw how skittish Erica was, and he reminded her he was a doctor. "I 
won't hurt you," he said. "It may hurt a bit later on, but not now." 

He gave her a shot to relax her, and then she had to stretch out on a 
portable leather-covered table that had been brought in. She kept her eyes 
closed. She was afraid to look at him or watch what he was doing to her. 

But he talked to her about what he was doing. First he pierced her nipples. 
Then he pushed a small gold rod through each nipple to keep the wound open 
until the flesh healed. Then he did the same to each cuntlip. When he was 
through, she had a gold rod in each nipple and a gold rod in each cuntlip. 
He said it would take three or four days for the wounds to heal, and then 
Brenda could remove the rods and put rings in their place. 

"In a week you won't mind them at all." 

Then he began stroking her clit with his fingers. His touch was precise. He 
knew exactly how to do it, and it wasn't long before Erica quivered and had 
an orgasm. 

Doctor Conway smiled down at her as he wiped his fingers on her tits. "That 
wasn't so bad, was it?" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"She's a beauty," the blonde girl said. 

Amber Scoville had returned home. She was talking about Erica. Amber had 
been told that Erica was Carleton's librarian, but Erica could see in 
Amber's eyes that Amber knew everything about her. 

Erica was embarrassed. It was awful to have the girl know everything. Amber 
was four or five years younger than Erica, but Erica felt at a terrible 
disadvantage. 

And Erica's problem wasn't helped by the fact that Amber was so lovely. She 
was blonde and sleek-looking, a spoiled girl used to having everything she 
wanted. Erica had a hunch that Amber would find some way to make her 
completely miserable. 

The Scovilles and Erica had cocktails on the terrace before dinner. Amber 
talked about her travels, about the people she'd met in Paris and Rome. 
Erica said very little, but she was aware of how often Amber looked at her. 
When they were called into dinner, Amber walked beside Erica and smiled. 

"We'll get to know each other," Amber said. 

Erica was uneasy all through dinner. She kept thinking about what she'd been 
doing for the past three months. All the awful things with Carleton and 
Brenda. Erica was certain Amber knew all about it. Amber had to know that 
Erica was a complete slave in the Scoville house. 

"Well, I'm glad to be home," Amber said as they finished the meal. "Are you 
glad to have me back, Mother?" 

Brenda managed a thin smile. "You know I am. I hope you don't run off again 
so quickly." 

Amber laughed, her eyes on Erica. "Oh, I think I'll stay around here awhile. 
Maybe this time I'll find something to keep me busy. By the way, what ever 
happened to Susan? Where is she now?" 

Carleton cleared his throat. "She's with some people in Phoenix." 

Her eyes still on Erica, Amber smirked. "You always do that. I get to like 
them, and then you send them away." 

Later, Erica went to her room. She was thankful to be alone again, but then 
after a while the maid came in to gossip with her about Amber. 

"Now the old man will be happy awhile," Marie said. "She fucks his brains 
out and keeps him happy. I bet they'll be at it tonight. He'll sneak down to 
her room while Mrs. Scoville is sleeping." 

Erica was dubious. "Are you sure that's going on?" 

Marie giggled. "Of course, I'm sure. And she'll get her claws in you, too. 
She's a terrible brat, that girl. She hasn't been home a day and she's 
already driving me up the wall." 

And Erica had to listen to Marie describe the trouble she'd had with Amber. 
Marie had been forced to grovel before Amber in the morning and then finally 
she'd been whipped by the blonde girl. 

"She's a mean one," Marie said, and then she pulled her skirt up and turned 
around to show Erica the marks on her ass. 

But instead of sympathy for Marie, Erica found herself turned on by the 
welts on Marie's lush white ass. Marie giggled as Erica's fingers tickled 
the hairy pouch of her pussy. 

"Bend over," Erica said. 

And when Marie bent over, Erica pushed her thumb inside the maid's asshole 
and began frigging both fuck-holes at the same time. Marie came quickly, her 
cunt juice gushing out to wet Erica's hand. Afterward, Erica made Marie lick 
her hand to get it clean. 

The next day, Erica worked in the library as usual. She saw nothing of the 
Scovilles. Then in the afternoon something extraordinary happened. It was a 
warm day and the windows of the library were open. Outside the windows was 
the garden, and as Erica was working at one of the library tables, she 
suddenly heard voices in the garden. Bored with her work, Erica went to one 
of the open windows to have a look. She pulled back immediately when she saw 
Carleton and his daughter out there on a bench. 

Had they seen her? Erica thought they hadn't. When she looked again, she was 
sure of it. The two Scovilles on the bench were wrapped up in each other. 
Carleton had his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and as Erica watched 
with a pounding heart, Carleton dropped his hand over one of Amber's tits 
and fondled it through 

M her blouse. 

So it's true, Erica thought. Father and daughter do fuck each other. 

She couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but the conversation 
certainly looked intimate. And Carleton's hand was still closed over Amber's 
tit. Erica wondered what the girl looked like naked. She guessed Amber 
wasn't a true blonde. Brenda, after all, was a brunette and Carleton wasn't 
that light in coloring. Maybe Amber had dark pussy hair. Erica chastised 
herself for thinking about Amber like that. The girl had been causing 
turmoil in Erica since she'd arrived, and Erica was unhappy about it. 

Amber was joking with her father now. Erica watched the blonde girl tickle 
Carleton's chest. Then Amber's hand suddenly dropped down to Carleton's lap 
and her fingers stroked the cock-bulge in his crotch. 

She's a little devil, Erica thought. She found it exciting to watch them. 
The Scovilles obviously didn't care who in the house had their eyes on them. 

Now Amber's voice was suddenly raised and Erica could hear the girl clearly. 

"Come on, Daddy, don't be so mean. I've been away so long, and it's not 
fair." 

Carleton seemed to resign himself to something. He leaned back on the bench 
and watched his daughter's fingers as they pulled the zipper of his fly. In 
a few moments, Amber had his cock out in the air, her fingers closed around 
his cockshaft as she stroked his thick prick. 

"My favorite Popsicle," Amber said, and then her head went down and she took 
the head of her father's cock in her mouth and sucked on it. 

Erica loved watching it. Maybe it was because the Scovilles seemed to think 
they were alone. Or maybe it was because she found the incest exciting. 
Amber certainly looked beautiful as she sucked her father's cock. And the 
girl knew what Carleton liked. She worked her mouth on his cock-knob, her 
fingers slowly pumping his cockshaft. 

He'll shoot off in her mouth, Erica thought. She'd sucked him off often 
enough to know the signs. And sure enough, in less than a minute Carleton 
was heaving on the bench as he shot his cum-load in his daughter's mouth. 

Amber took it all. She held her lips tight around his cockhead so that she'd 
lose none of his cum. She jacked him off with her hand, milking his cock to 
get all of his jism. Erica could see the girl swallowing cum repeatedly as 
she sucked her father's prick. 

Then finally Amber pulled her mouth away, licked the tip of his cock one 
last time, then licked her fingers and smiled at her father. 

"Now you can have your nap, Daddy. That was a nice one, wasn't it?" 

Erica moved back into the shadows of the library. She was turned on. She 
could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could think of nothing 
except the Jism glistening on Amber's lips. Unable to calm down, she finally 
left the library and went to her room to masturbate. She lay down on her 
bed, slid her fingers inside her cunt and finger-fucked herself in a frenzy. 
She got off one good orgasm and then she started on another. 

But suddenly the telephone rang, and when Erica picked it up she heard 
Carleton's voice. He wanted her to join him in an hour in the playroom. He 
told her to wear something nice. Then the phone clicked dead and Erica 
slowly replaced the receiver. 

In the playroom, she thought. She hated that room. She'd suffered so much in 
that room. And now Amber was here, and only God knew what they'd think up 
for her. With a groan, Erica returned to finger-fucking herself. At least, 
here in her room, she had no reason to be afraid of anything . . . 

An hour later, she walked into the playroom and found Carleton and Amber 
together. Amber was sitting on his lap. The blonde had her arm around her 
father's neck. 

Amber looked at Erica and smiled. "Daddy says he's fond of you. Isn't that 
nice?" 

Erica was uneasy. "Yes, I'm glad." 

"And I'm going to be fond of you, too. You do want that, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

Amber giggled. "That's a silly old robe. Why don't you take it off." 

"Well . . . " 

"Well, what?" 

Erica blushed. "I'm not wearing anything under it. Hardly anything." 

Amber laughed. "I know that, silly. Get the stupid thing off." 

Erica slipped out of her robe. Now she wore nothing more than skimpy 
lingerie, the kind she knew Carleton liked. Her nipples were exposed by the 
holes in the lace bra, the nipple-rings showing. And down below, she wore 
only a garter belt and nylons, and the two gold rings that pierced her 
cuntlips could be seen. 

Amber went wild over the gold rings. She made Erica come closer so she could 
look at them. Erica had to open her legs to show Amber the way the rings 
pierced her cuntlips. 

"I love it," Amber said to her father. "She looks just like Marie." 

Carleton chuckled. "She's prettier than Marie. Don't you think she's 
prettier?" 

"Yes, I suppose she is." Then Amber pulled at one of the nipple-rings, 
pulled it to stretch Erica's nipple until Erica felt the pain and winced. 

"Please don't." 

"Don't be silly," Amber said with a smirk. "You're a slave, and you'll take 
what I give you." 

Carleton said nothing to stop Amber. He sat there with Amber on his lap and 
watched his daughter pull the gold rings, one after the other. Erica was 
frightened. Amber was only playing now, but maybe later she'd get more 
serious and things would be worse. 

Suddenly Amber slid off her father's lap and sat down on the sofa beside 
him. The blonde slipped her hands beneath her skirt and peeled off her 
panties. Then she pulled her skirt up to her waist and opened her thighs. 

"Go down on me," she said to Erica. "Suck my pussy until I tell you to 
stop." 

Now that Amber was off his lap, Erica could see that Carleton's cock was 
dangling out of his fly. Erica looked at Amber. The girl's knees were pulled 
up, her thighs wide open, her dark-haired cunt exposed. Erica had been right 
about Amber. She was blonde on top and dark down there. She had a 
dark-haired pussy like her mother. Amber's pussy reminded Erica very much of 
Brenda. A long slit with thick lips. Not as much hair as Brenda had, but the 
cunt itself was similar. 

Erica went down on her knees in front of Amber. The blonde girl smiled and 
opened her legs even wider. 

"I like getting head from women," Amber said. "They know what to do. They 
know how to suck a pussy. Go on, suck it now. Try to get your tongue deep 
inside. Fuck my cunt hole with your tongue." 

Erica gave the girl what she wanted. She leaned forward, plastered her mouth 
against Amber's cunt hole and fucked her tongue deep inside. In a moment, 
Erica had Amber's cunt juice flowing on her tongue. The girl's pussy juice 
had a rich taste. Erica liked Amber's cunt. She rubbed her nose slowly 
against Amber's clit, and then when Amber groaned, she pulled her face away 
to tease her. 

Carleton was jacking his cock, his fingers slowly moving his cock skin up 
and down over his prick-knob as he watched them. Erica could see the pre-cum 
brimming in his piss hole, and she had an urge to suck the tip. But she 
sucked Amber instead. Her mouth went back to the girl's cunt to draw the 
juices out. 

Amber finally pushed Erica away with her foot. Erica lay on the floor and 
watched them. Amber helped her father get his pants and shorts down to his 
ankles, and then she straddled his lap and took his cock in her cunt. Father 
and daughter both groaned as the girl sat down on his stiff prick. 

Erica could tell they'd fucked many times before. Amber moved with a fluid 
motion of her body, up and down, up and down, slowly fucking her cunt on her 
father's upstanding prick. 

Erica moved closer to them and lowered her head down to where she could see 
Carleton's cock in Amber's cunt hole. The girl's pussy hole was stretched 
wide around his thick prick. His cockshaft was slick with her juices. Erica 
was no longer shocked by the incest. It somehow seemed right that Carleton 
should have his cock in his daughter's cunt. 

Amber came. She started squealing and moaning, and then she pumped up and 
down m fast to get Carleton off. He grabbed her ass with his hands, squeezed 
her asscheeks as he shot his cum-load in her cunt. 

Then finally Amber dismounted. She turned and smiled down at Erica. "Get 
your head between my legs. Get your mouth on my cunt and suck everything 
out." 

Erica quivered with excitement as she moved into position. Amber stood over 
Erica, straddling her body as Erica turned her face up to get her mouth on 
Amber's cunt. 

It didn't take much sucking. Carleton's load of thick jism flowed out of 
Amber's cunt hole in large globs. Erica caught everything on her tongue, and 
when the flow stopped she used her tongue inside Amber's cunt hole to scoop 
out the rest of it. Amber giggled and closed her thighs around Erica's head 
to keep her mouth in place awhile . . . 

Later, Erica was alone with Amber in Amber's room. 

"You really get off on it, don't you?" Amber said. "I mean, you like being a 
slave." 

Erica felt herself trembling. She was seated on the edge of the bed while 
Amber was stretched out near her. "I don't really like it." 

"But you can't help it." 

"Yes." 

Amber smirked. "You're prettier than some of the others they've had. They 
won't keep you forever, you know. Mother gets bored with them. Suck my cunt 
again. I liked it when you did that. Come on, get your mouth down there and 
suck my pussy." 

Erica stretched out on the bed, her head between Amber's legs. She started 
sucking the blonde's pussy again. Amber's cunt flesh seemed softer now. And 
more tasty. Erica liked the taste of the girl's cunt. It wasn't long before 
Erica had Amber's cunt juice flowing on her tongue. 

"You're good," Amber said with a shudder of delight. She pulled her knees 
all the way back to her tits to make more room for Erica's face. "I bet 
Mother loves it when you do her. She's something, isn't she? The old bitch. 
I shouldn't hate her, but I do. She's jealous of what I do with my father. 
Does she ever talk to you about that?" 

Erica kept her face against Amber's cunt as she answered. "No, she's never 
talked about it." 

"Do my asshole. Yes, like that. Tickle it around. I love it this way because 
I can see everything. I bet Mother makes you eat her ass, too. And her shit. 
She makes you eat her shit, doesn't she? She always makes the slaves eat her 
shit. The next time I shit, I'll call you and you can have some of mine. Go 
on, suck my ass. Oh yes, that's nice." 

Erica stiffened her tongue and worked it inside the girl's little asshole. 
She wondered if Carleton ever fucked his daughter's ass. She wondered how 
soon it would be before she'd be told to suck Carleton's jism out of Amber's 
asshole. 

Then Amber giggled. "Get your mouth on my piss hole. I know what you do with 
Mother, and you're going to do the same with me." 

Erica closed her mouth over Amber's clit and piss hole, and the next moment 
the hot piss started gushing out of Amber's cunt. Erica gulped and swallowed 
as the girl giggled. 

"You love it," Amber said. "I can tell you love it. Oh fuck, I'm coming! 
Suck my clit while I piss. Oh fuck, yes, it's good!" 

Erica took what felt like a quart of piss down her throat. At the end, she 
came. She wasn't sure what it was that brought her off, the piss or the 
girl's sweet cunt or the way Amber cried out when she made it. 

Maybe it doesn't matter, Erica thought. Maybe the only thing that counted 
was getting off. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

One morning, a few days later, Erica had trouble with Kruger. 

He came in to wake her in the morning as usual, and as usual she had to suck 
his cock. But before he finished, before he shot off in her mouth, he pulled 
his cock away and told her to turn around on the bed and bend over on her 
knees. 

Erica was frightened. Kruger had such a big cock, and she was afraid he 
would hurt her. Her fear increased when he brought some baby oil from the 
bathroom and began lubricating her asshole with his fingers. She was certain 
he'd kill her if he tried to force his huge cock inside her ass. 

She begged him not to fuck her ass. It did no good, of course. Kruger never 
listened to anything she said to him, and he wasn't listening now. She knelt 
there trembling, waiting for the pain, and then his big cockhead was pushing 
at her asshole and she told herself she wouldn't survive it. 

Kruger wasn't worried adorn her survival. He was enjoying himself. His cock 
fucked in, first the cockhead and then his cockshaft. 

"Tight," Kruger said. The way he said the word, it came out half grunt and 
half mumble. He kept his eyes fixed on his cock, on the way it stretched her 
asshole, on the white globes of her asscheeks. He moved his big hands over 
her asscheeks and slapped her butt playfully. "Come on, girl, open up that 
hole. You got a good four inches to go yet." 

Erica thought she would die. How could she possibly take four more inches? 
His cock felt like a huge club in her ass. Her asshole felt so stretched, 
she was certain something would tear in a moment. no 

Kruger fed her more and more of his cock, giving her all he had until his 
big balls pushed against her cuntlips. Then he pulled out slowly, his eyes 
on his prick, watching his thick cockshaft pull at the ring of her asshole 
until the sphincter was turned out like a wide-open mouth. He pulled his 
cock out until he had just his cock-knob inside her shithole, then he pushed 
forward and once again gave her the length of his prick. 

Erica groaned. Kruger smiled at the sound of it. He recognized the sound as 
a sound more of pleasure than of pain. He liked it, either way. He liked it 
when they were hurt and he liked it when they felt pleasure. Now this one 
was getting off on his big cock in her ass. She'd been afraid of his fucker 
at first, and now she was getting off on it. 

He teased her about the streaks of shit on his cock. "You got a shitty 
asshole." 

Erica moaned. "I can't help that. You might have let me use the bathroom 
first." 

Kruger laughed. "That's okay, you can suck my prick clean when I'm 
finished." 

He fucked her solidly, his cock sliding in and out of her wide-open ass. 
Erica shuddered at the feel of it. There was no pain anymore, only the heat 
and the pleasure of the penetration. This was more cock than she'd ever 
taken in her ass before, and she'd learned something. She could take 
anything if it was done right. She was thankful that Kruger hadn't gone out 
of his way to hurt her. If he had to fuck her ass, she was thankful he did 
it with some consideration. 

But she hated him. She hated the idea that this gorilla could abuse her 
whenever he felt like it. She started to churn her ass around on his cock to 
make him come. She wanted to be free of him. 

Then she realized she wanted to be free of all of them. She hated them all. 

Kruger finally came. He shot his cum-load in her ass and then he pulled out 
and made her suck his cock to clean the shit off. Erica licked and sucked 
his big prick until it had nothing on it but her saliva. Kruger pulled his 
pants up and walked out. As the door slammed, Erica told herself she was 
finished here. 

She had to get out. She had to escape. 

But how? She thought about it all day, and she couldn't see how she could 
get away without any of them knowing it. Then in the evening she realized it 
had to be at night. She could get out at night when they were all asleep. 
She knew enough about the house now to be able to do it. 

And so at one o'clock in the morning, she made her escape. 

She was afraid to take anything with her. She thought maybe she'd have to 
run, and if she did have to run it would be better to have nothing in her 
hands. She put on a dress and over the dress a light raincoat. She went 
quietly down to the back entrance of the house, opened the door and slipped 
outside into the dark night. 

She was so frightened. She made her way around on the gravel to the front 
drive, and then along the drive to the highway about a hundred yards away. 
Finally, she was on the asphalt of the highway. 

In a few minutes, a gang of kids in an old station wagon came by, and they 
gave her a lift in the direction of town. 

Erica said nothing to the teenagers about what she was running away from. 
They were nice kids. They dropped her off on the outskirts of town and she 
waved good-bye to them as the station wagon pulled away. 

Now she was alone again, but she felt more secure because she thought she 
could find some way to get to the bus station and then out of town and far 
away from the Scovilles. 

She started walking, hoping that maybe a car would come along and give her a 
lift again. A car did come along, but this time it was a police car. Erica 
breathed a sigh of relief and waved the car down. 

"Can you give me a ride?" she asked. 

There was only one cop in the car. He looked at Erica a moment, then he 
leaned over to open the door on the passenger side and tell her to get in. 

"I'm grateful," Erica said, sliding onto the seat and closing the door. 

The cop smiled at her. He was a big, brawny man with a square face. "You 
wouldn't be in some kind of trouble, would you?" 

Erica broke down. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She told him everything. 
She told him all about the Scovilles and how she'd been a slave to everyone 
in the house except the maid and how now she was running away and had to get 
out of town. 

"They're horrible people," she said. "There must be some law about people 
like that. They ought to be arrested." 

The cop, she learned, was more than an ordinary cop. His name was Leon Bogen 
and he was the Chief of Police. He was on his way home after a party for one 
of his men. He said he'd heard all kinds of things about the Scovilles. He 
said Erica might come to his house awhile, and then he'd see what he could 
do to help her. 

"There's no bus until morning, anyway. You can have some coffee and tell me 
more about the Scoville place. How's that? Do you like the idea?" 

He chuckled and put his hand on her knee and she was suddenly frightened. 

"Maybe you could just drop me off at a hotel. I don't have much money, but I 
suppose I can talk my way into a room." 

"No way." 

"Please, I don't want . . . " 

Her voice trailed off as he squeezed her knee and then moved his big hand 
partway along the inside of her thigh. 

"You just come home with me and everything will be fine." He stroked the 
skin of her thigh a moment, and then at last he pulled his hand away and 
chuckled. "Anyway, just behave yourself or I'll put the handcuffs on you." 

Erica closed her eyes and trembled. 

* * * 

Bogen lived alone in a frame house with a large mean-looking dog. As soon as 
he and Erica were inside the house, he locked the dog up in the basement and 
brought some cold beer us out to the cluttered living room. 

"Not much time to keep the place clean," he said. "Not since my wife died." 

Erica felt a little sorry for him. She was still afraid of him, but now she 
felt a little sorry for him because he was a widower. She thought maybe she 
could talk him into helping her. He hadn't done anything so far except feel 
her leg a little. Maybe she was overdoing it by being so afraid of him. 

She drank the beer he gave her. When he told her to give him the raincoat 
she was wearing, she slipped it off and handed it to him. He smiled at her 
as he tossed the coat onto a chair. 

"You're a nice-looking woman. That's a pretty dress and you don't need to 
cover it with a coat. It ain't cold in here anyway." 

He laughed and poured some beer down his throat. Erica was seated on the 
sofa while Bogen sat in an easy chair facing her. He was such a big man. He 
had his feet planted squarely on the floor with his legs apart, and she 
could see the cock-bulge in his crotch. She thought maybe she could even see 
the outline of his cock. 

"What are you looking at?" he said. 

Erica blushed. "Nothing, I'm not looking at anything." 

"The hell you aren't." He opened his thighs wider and rubbed his crotch with 
the flat of his hand. "I bet you're looking at it. I bet you're a good 
cock-sucker." 

"Please, I-" 

He reached down to the floor and lifted a black billy club in his hand. 
"Come over here now. You know you're going to come over here." 

She was terrified. She heard the dog barking in the basement. And up here 
the Chief of Police was sitting with a billy club in his hand. She rose from 
the sofa and walked slowly over to him. If only he wouldn't hurt her. The 
club looked so deadly, it made her tremble. 

When she reached Bogen, he chuckled. Holding the billy club in his right 
hand, he used the end of it to slowly raise her dress. The dress crept up 
past her thighs, all the way up until her panties were revealed. 

For a long moment, all he did was gaze at the nylon-covered bulge of her 
cunt mound. Then he told her to hold the dress up with her hands. As soon as 
she did so, he moved the end of the billy club between her thighs and 
against the bulge of her pussy. 

Erica closed her eyes. She could feel the end of the billy club pushing at 
her. He was pushing the nylon of her panties inside her cunt. In a moment he 
had a few inches of the club inside her cunt hole. He chuckled as he fucked 
her cunt with the billy club. 

Then he finally pulled the club away and told her to get undressed. 
"Everything off. Do it while you're standing here, so I can see." 

Standing close to him, directly in front of him, she stripped for him. She 
wasn't wearing much. She'd come out of the Scoville house without stockings. 
First the dress came off, then her bra and panties. She slipped her shoes 
off and stood before him naked and in her bare feet. 

He chuckled when he saw the gold rings. She could see no surprise in his 
eyes. He seemed to expect them. He sipped his beer out of the can as he 
looked her up and down. 

"You're a piece, aren't you? Turn around and show me your ass." 

She turned completely around. She couldn't help wondering what he would do 
to her. She felt so helpless, like a helpless animal about to be 
slaughtered. 

Then she felt the cold billy club between her asscheeks. She made a sound of 
protest. Bogen laughed and told her to hold still. He pushed the billy club 
at her asshole. The end went in. She groaned as she felt the stretching of 
her asshole by the billy club. He kept pushing. He lit told her to bend 
forward. 

"Come on, let's see how much you can take." 

She moved her legs apart and bent forward. She reached back with her hands 
to pull her asscheeks open. She was terrified. She knew he could hurt her 
insides if he wasn't careful, maybe even kill her. 

"Well, that's about seven inches," he said with a soft laugh. "How does it 
feel?" 

She told herself she had to play along with him. She had to keep him 
relaxed. "It feels like a hard cock." 

"You like getting fucked in the ass?" 

She wiggled her ass a bit. "Sometimes." 

Bogen laughed. "Sure, sometimes." He pulled a few inches of the club out of 
her ass and slowly worked what was inside in and out of her shit-tube. "I 
bet the old man fucked your brains out. Old man Scoville. Did he fuck your 
ass?" 

"Yes." 

The billy club suddenly came out of her ass. "Get on the sofa. Up on your 
knees, with your rear end sticking out." 

She knelt on the sofa with her ass in the air. She heard him getting his 
clothes off. She thought he would fuck her ass, but instead he drove his 
cock inside her cunt hole. 

The shock of it took her breath away. She hadn't seen his cock yet, but it 
felt big and hard. And hot. This was hot cock meat in her cunt and not that 
billy club. Thank God it wasn't that billy club. 

"You're a good-looking piece," he said. "I'm glad I took that route home. 
Come on, shake it, sweetie. Yeah, that's good. Grind that pussy on my prick. 
Fucking cunt. Nice tits. Look at the way these tits hang down. Roll it, 
baby, roll it." 

He came finally, grunting as he shot his cum-load in her cunt. She had a 
climax at the end, and then when he pulled his wet cock out of her cunt, 
another thrill buzzed through her pussy. 

Later she knelt on the floor between his legs and sucked his cock while he 
sat in the easy chair. He had big hairy balls and a thick cock. She could 
smell his balls. On his cock, she could taste only her own cunt juice. 

He drank beer while she sucked his prick. After a while he pulled the phone 
over, picked it up and pushed a set of numbers. 

"Blake? Listen, get Archer and Charlie and come on over here. Yeah, now. I 
got something for you. She can't talk now because she's got a full mouth, ha 
ha." 

Erica could do nothing. She kept her mouth on his fat cock. Now some other 
men would come over and they would give her a workout. Maybe after that, 
they'd let her go and she could get out of town. She prayed that was all 
that would happen. 

It took no more than fifteen minutes before they were knocking on the door 
and then walked in. Three of them. Three cops in uniform, closing the door 
and hooting at Bogen when they saw Erica down there between his legs, with 
his cock in her mouth. 

"Hey, Leon, you're getting fat. I never saw the belly like that before." 

Bogen grunted at them. "Shut up, asshole. If you want some of this, she's 
good." He pushed Erica away from his cock. "Stand up and show the boys what 
you look like." 

When she stood up, they saw the gold rings. 

"Christ, she's a slave!" 

They were at her after that. They mauled her and stripped their clothes off 
almost at the same time. She soon found herself with four naked men. Big 
burly men, all of them hung like horses. 

First she had to suck their cocks. They sat around joking with each other as 
she crawled from one to the other to suck their cocks. Two of them, Blake 
and a fellow named Charlie, were huge. They made her go around and around 
the quartet, no more than a minute at each cock. While she sucked one cock, 
the other three guys slowly jacked their pricks. 

"Man, she's got a nice ass." 

"Yeah, that's an ass." 

"You don't need that, Archer. You get enough from your old lady, right?" 

"Shut up." 

She felt someone's foot pushing at her cunt from behind. Then someone was 
behind her ass, and suddenly she had a cock rammed up her cunt while she 
still had a cock in her mouth. They fucked her like that, one cock in her 
mouth and one cock in her cunt. Hands reached under to play with her tits 
and pull at the nipple rings. Then she had to switch her mouth to another 
cock. The man who'd been fucking her cunt shot his cum-load and another man 
moved behind her. This one drilled his cock up her ass and fucked her ass 
while she sucked the cock in her mouth. 

They wore her out. At the end, they fucked her cunt and ass at the same time 
while she alternated her mouth between two pricks. When they had all they 
wanted of her, they made her he on the floor and they gathered around her 
and pissed all over her face and body. Bogen complained about the piss on 
the floor, but he pissed along with the others and laughed at the way she 
rolled around in it. 

Finally, the men were gone and morning came. 

Bogen told her to get dressed. They were both dead tired. She put her 
clothes on and then he put his clothes on, and they walked out to his patrol 
car. She thought now he'd take her down to the bus station and she'd be free 
of him and the Scovilles. 

It wasn't that bad, really. She'd been fucked silly by four men, but now she 
was cleaned up and she felt new again. 

She climbed into the car beside Bogen and they drove off. He never went 
anywhere near the bus station. He drove straight out of town and directly to 
the Scoville place and handed her over to Brenda Scoville on the front porch 
of the big house. 

"She's a pretty little runaway," Bogen said to Mrs. Scoville. "Maybe you'd 
better keep an eye on her." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They had her strung up in the playroom again. It hadn't happened in such a 
long time, she'd forgotten the horror of it. Now she was there again, with 
her arms stretched high above her head, pulled up and out by the chains that 
ran to the ceiling. Her feet barely touched the floor. Her ankles were 
shackled and pulled wide apart by another set of chains. 

The four gold rings she wore were now connected, the cuntlip rings to the 
nipple rings, and the entire ensemble was now connected to a long gold chain 
that could be pulled by whoever held it. At the moment, the long chain was 
held by Amber. The blonde girl sat with her parents on a sofa facing Erica. 
All three of them had their eyes on Erica as they sipped their tea. 

"We ought to brand her," Amber said. "We could put a mark on her forehead." 

Brenda chuckled. "No, I don't think so." 

"But you've got to punish her, Mother. You can't let a slave just run away 
like that." 

Kruger was finally called and told to whip Erica. He used a knotted rawhide 
whip, and Erica was soon in an agony of pain. The Scovilles sat quietly and 
watched Erica writhing as Kruger reddened her flesh with the whip. When the 
whipping was finished, Amber jerked on the chain she held and almost tore 
off Erica's nipples and cuntlips. 

Brenda was amused by her daughter's cruelty. "Don't ruin her, darling." 

Amber held the chain taut so that Erica's nipples and cuntlips were 
stretched to the maximum. The blonde girl had a wild look in her eyes, and 
Erica felt an uncontrollable fear. 

Erica was sure that, without some restraint, Amber would kill her-just to 
have the pleasure of watching her die. 

After that, the Scovilles wanted some further entertainment and Kruger was 
told he could do as he wished with Erica, but he had to do it right there. 
Kruger had no objection to the idea of a public performance. He loosened the 
chains that held Erica's arms and forced her to double over in front of him. 
As the Scovilles watched, he pried open her bloody asscheeks and fucked his 
cock up her asshole. 

Erica was too far gone to feel much pain anymore. What she felt now was 
Kruger's enormous cock stuffing her ass. He pumped his cock in and out of 
her ass without mercy, and at intervals hot flashes of sensation ripped 
through her ass guts. Then finally he rammed his cock all the way in and 
shot his cum-load in a series of spurts. She could feel the spurting in her 
stutter, and when he at last pulled his cock out, she felt the wetness of 
his jism and then the sudden pain as the huge cock-knob stretched her 
asshole beyond its limit. His cock-knob popped free and she moaned softly as 
she felt her asshole begin to close . . . 

Later Amber had Erica in a bathtub. The blonde girl squatted over Erica's 
face and giggled as she started shitting. 

"Here we go, love. This is what a slave gets. Watch the birdie now. Watch 
the birdie and smile." 

Erica was mesmerized by the girl's asshole as she waited. Then the tight 
ass-ring opened and the first turd came out like a long fat sausage. Amber 
grunted as the turd dropped down heavily on Erica's tits. The blonde managed 
another turd, the second not as long as the first, and then she told Erica 
to smear the shit over her body. 

Amber climbed out of the tub and giggled as she watched Erica's hands. Erica 
moaned, her eyes closed, her hands smearing Amber's shit over her tits and 
belly. 

"You're going to be sold at auction," Amber said. "Daddy says you're useless 
to him in the library now. He says we might as well get a good price for 
you." 

The blonde girl laughed at Erica's misery as she walked out of the bathroom 
. . . 

* * * 

And so it was that a week later Erica found herself the main attraction at a 
swank party in Connecticut. The Scovilles had brought her naked on a leash, 
covered by only a cape, and once inside the house the cape had been removed 
and Erica was revealed. 

The people at the party were impressed. They were all well-dressed, most of 
them middle aged. They made comments about the nipple rings and the cuntlip 
rings as the sipped their cocktails. Erica was made to kneel with her ass in 
the air to show them her asshole and cunt. Then she had to stand up again 
and demonstrate how the gold rings could be pulled to stretch her nipples 
and cuntlips. She was made to walk around in a large circle. Sometimes 
someone at the edge of the circle would touch her, squeeze her ass, or even 
push their fingers between her asscheeks. 

Eventually, the bidding started. Erica was in a daze. They had her standing 
on a small table. She wore nothing but the collar around her neck, the 
collar to which the leash was attached. 

Then the auction was finished and Erica realized she'd been sold to someone. 
Most of the people in the gathering seemed to lose interest in her, now that 
the bidding was over. They acted as though an auction like this was 
something familiar to them. Erica wondered about the other auctions. She 
wondered about the other slaves. 

Erica was ordered to climb down from the table, and she was led away on the 
leash. She was put into the hands of a man and woman, the people who had 
bought her. Brenda smiled and patted Erica's ass. 

"You behave yourself," Brenda said to Erica. "Mind your manners and behave 
yourself." 

Then Brenda left them and Erica's new masters led her away. They took her 
out to the hall to get their coats and Erica's cape. The woman, tall and 
thin, her hair sprinkled with gray, seemed solicitous of Erica, as if she'd 
just purchased a new pet. She fussed with Erica's cape to get it just right. 
Then they all left the house and walked down the front steps to a waiting 
stretch limo. The woman and her husband climbed in first, and then Erica was 
made to get in after them and crouch on the floor at their feet. The 
chauffeur slammed the door shut, walked around to the driver's seat, and in 
a moment they were on their way. 

"My name is Helen," the woman said to Erica. Then she reached down to pull 
one of the nipple rings until Erica sobbed at the pain. The woman chuckled. 
"That's better. No, don't move. You can cry if you want, but don't move. 
Isn't she pretty, Edgar?" 

The man made a sound in his throat. "Yes, quite pretty." 

"I hope she adjusts well. I don't like it when they don't adjust well. They 
get messy and I don't like that." 

Edgar mumbled something, and then soon after that Erica was allowed to sleep 
on the floor at their feet. 

They finally arrived somewhere. 

Erica was hustled out of the limo and into a large house and then into a 
dark room and a bed. In the morning, when she opened her eyes, she found two 
other slaves in the room with her. The two other women came over to her and 
introduced themselves. One was May, a slender girl with pale-blue eyes, and 
the other was a tall woman about Erica's age with a long dancer's body. Her 
name was Olive, and Erica thought she was extremely beautiful. 

They talked. Erica learned she was in the house of a couple named Woodward. 
She learned that, like Olive and May, she would be both maid and slave to 
the Woodwards. 

"They'll keep you busy," Olive said with a laugh. 

The dark-haired beauty looked at Erica with intense interest, and Erica 
found herself blushing because she was naked on her bed while Olive and May 
both wore nightgowns. 

Olive seemed amused by Erica's discomfort. "She's bashful, May. Look at how 
bashful she is." 

May murmured something, her eyes on 

Erica's cunt bush as Erica lay there with her legs crossed to hide her pussy 
slit. 

Olive sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers along one of 
Erica's legs. "Come on, open up, honey. Show us those pretty rings. I bet 
they hurt you when they put them in. Let's have a look at them." 

Olive had surprisingly strong hands. She pulled at Erica's legs, and finally 
Erica groaned and yielded and opened her thighs so they could look at her. 
Olive's eyes were bright as she gazed at Erica's cunt. 

"Nice. Yes, that's nice pussy, isn't it, May? We sure need some fresh pussy 
in this place." 

Olive's fingers touched one of the cuntlip rings and pulled at it to test 
the stretching of Erica's flesh. Olive smiled at Erica. 

"But first, you've got to learn a few things. Like who you take orders from. 
You take orders from them upstairs, but you also take orders from Olive. 
Down here you belong to Olive, honey." She pulled at the ring, then she 
chuckled. "Now you suck my ass so we can get to know each other better. My 
asshole and not my cunt, baby. May here does my cunt, and you'll be doing my 
asshole. We don't want to get our territories mixed up, do we?" 

She laughed again, a cackling laugh that made 

Erica tremble with apprehension. The next moment Olive got up, climbed on 
the bed and squatted over Erica's face to introduce her asshole to Erica's 
mouth. 

"I like wet ass-sucking," Olive said. "You work up some spit, blow it inside 
and then suck it out again. I'll tell you when to do something else. You see 
how soft and warm you can make that little hole, honey. From now on, my 
asshole is the most important thing in your life." 

She had a dark asshole, the ring of muscle prominent and puckered. Tendrils 
of dark hair curled around her asshole before joining the abundant bush of 
hair at her cunt. Olive's cunt was visible too, the cuntlips thick and 
drooping, the meat inside bright pink and glistening with her pussy juices. 
Erica suddenly fell in love with Olive's cunt and ass, the heady ripeness, 
the lush flesh. Extending her tongue, she fluttered the tip against Olive's 
asshole, around and around the puckered little mouth and then at the center 
of the dark hole. 

Olive made a sound of pleasure. "Good, baby, good. Now I'm coming down and 
you get it in there. Oh yeah, that's the way. Say hello to Olive, honey." 

Her ass tasted funky, but Erica didn't mind. She felt good because Olive was 
also a slave. 

She wanted to please Olive. It seemed right to Erica that she should be 
pleasing a slave. It made her own abasement so much more intense. 

Olive made cooing sounds as she urged Erica to move her tongue around inside 
her ass. Olive's asscheeks were pressed against Erica's face and Erica could 
barely breathe. 

Then suddenly Erica felt liquid gushing on her face and neck-and she 
realized Olive was pissing on her. Erica kept her tongue churning inside 
Olive's ass as the hot piss drenched her. 

Olive mewled as she had a climax. "Go on, eat it, honey. Suck that little 
asshole, baby. Suck some shit out of there, and Olive's going to be nice to 
you." 

The ass-sucking went on-for some time, and then Olive finally climbed off 
and May came to Erica with a towel to clean Erica's face and neck where 
she'd been wet my Olive's piss. May smiled and leaned down to kiss Erica. 
The blue-eyed girl toyed with Erica's nipple rings, pulling at them until 
Erica whimpered that May was hurting her. 

"Yes, I know," May said softly. 

Then she climbed over Erica, squatted over Erica's face, and for the first 
time Erica saw that May's pussy was bald. She had no cunt hair at all, not a 
sign of hair anywhere. The inner cuntlips protruded like two pink flaps from 
her bald pussy slit. Opening her pussylips with her fingers, May eased down 
to get her cunt on Erica's mouth. May purred with pleasure as Erica began a 
hungry sucking of her cunt. 

"We've got something for us now," Olive said with a chuckle. "Don't you hurt 
her too much, May. We don't want her flaking out on us." 

May said nothing. She continued grinding her cunt gash on Erica's face. 
Erica was surprised by how raunchy the girl's cunt was. May had a wet pussy, 
the juice thick enough to collect in white globs. Erica rolled the globs of 
cunt cream around before taking them in her mouth and swallowing them down. 
May looked so dainty outside, but she guessed the girl hadn't washed in a 
while. Her pussy had a heavy smell of cunt and piss, and the way the pussy 
juice flowed out, Erica was soon overwhelmed by it. 

Then at last May came, pumping her cunt at Erica's face, grunting a little 
as she blew off the last of her orgasm. When May finally climbed off Erica's 
body, Erica lay there with her eyes closed and her face wet. She had the 
smell of May's cunt in her nose. 

She'd sucked both of them, but she hadn't had anything for herself. She was 
turned on and she needed something. Olive and May giggled as Erica began 
finger-fucking. Erica didn't care. She had to get off. She decided she liked 
Olive better. She liked Olive's strength. She finger-fucked herself and came 
thinking about the taste of Olive's ass. She knew that from now on she would 
do anything Olive wanted . . . 

For the rest of that day, Erica wasn't bothered much. First she watched 
Olive and May put their uniforms on. They each wore a white maid's cap and a 
frilly white blouse and a short black skirt. They wore nothing under the 
skirts. They wore long net stockings with elastic tops and black pumps with 
five-inch heels. Olive had gorgeous legs. 

When the women moved around, Erica could see their assholes peeping under 
their short skirts. On one occasion, May bent over to get something from a 
drawer and Erica could see the girl's bald cuntlips. The uniforms were 
maids' uniforms, but they were obviously designed to be sexy. Erica thought 
she wouldn't mind dressing like that. Wearing sexy clothes always turned her 
on. 

Later, the girls brought her breakfast and lunch, talked to her awhile about 
her life at the Scoville place, but they didn't bother her. Then late in the 
afternoon Olive and May came in with some boxes, and Olive said they had 
Erica's uniform. 

They helped Erica dress, and when Erica looked in the mirror she liked what 
she saw. She turned her side to the mirror and lifted her skirt a bit so she 
could see her ass. Yes, she liked it. She thought her legs looked lovely in 
the black net stockings. The five-inch heels were terribly high, but she 
found she could walk in them if she was careful. 

"And now this," Olive said. 

When Erica looked at Olive, she saw that Olive held something in her hand. 
It looked like two connected prongs, one larger than the other. Erica soon 
learned what it was. Olive made Erica bend over, and in a moment Erica had 
one prong in her cunt and one in her ass. 

"You get buzzed with this," Olive said. "We have them, too." And she showed 
Erica that she and May also had the double-prong gadgets stuck up their 
cunts and assholes. Olive explained to Erica that usually they had to put 
them on first thing in the morning, but today the gadgets had been recharged 
by the butler, so they'd had to put them in late. "When they call you, you 
get buzzed. When you don't behave, you get zapped. And sometimes they give 
you something in between to make you feel good." She laughed at the puzzled 
expression on Erica's face. "Honey, they can hurt you or make you feel good 
with that thing. They've got a remote gizmo and they push a button and they 
can fry your little pussy and make your asshole go up in smoke. You just 
hope they don't hurt you too much with it." 

Afterward, the butler came in to check the prongs in Erica's asshole and 
cunthole. His name was Jameson. When he was satisfied the prongs were in 
correctly and the gadget secured by straps around Erica's waist beneath her 
skirt, he pulled out a small flat controller the size of a credit card. He 
pressed a button on the controller, and suddenly Erica felt a buzzing in her 
cunt and ass as if she had a swarm of bees in there. 

"That's the call," Jameson said. "When you feel that, you go to the nearest 
terminal and find out where you're wanted." 

Then he pressed another button and a bolt of lightning shot through Erica's 
cunt and assand she cried out at the pain. Jameson chuckled and told her 
that was what she could expect in the way of punishment if she misbehaved. 

"I won't bother with what's in between," he said. "The girls can tell you 
all about that better than I can." 

He walked out after that, and Erica stood there with such a dazed look on 
her face that both Olive and May laughed. Olive came over to Erica and 
fondled Erica's naked ass under her short skirt. 

"You'll get used to it," Olive said. "Sometimes they can be mean. But if you 
do what they want, they don't hurt you too much. Anyway, they bought you and 
you go along with it. Down here we didn't buy you, but you do what we want 
because you don't have any choice." 

Olive laughed and pinched Erica's ass until Erica closed her eyes and 
moaned. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

A year passed. One evening in June, Steve Benson and his wife Carrie were 
driving on a road in Connecticut. They were on their way to a party at the 
home of Steve's boss, the president of the large corporation for which he 
worked. 

As the car sped along the tree-lined road, Steve turned to his wife and 
said: "You can still change your mind. We'll hit the junction to Westport in 
about five minutes, and we can find a movie or something." 

Carrie looked at him. She was a dark-eyed young woman with lush curves and a 
heart-shaped face. "I want to go. I told you I want to go. Why should I 
change my mind?" 

Steve shrugged. "It's going to be weird. You've never been to one of these 
things." 

"And you haven't, either." She giggled. "You're afraid, Steve. What are you 
afraid of? You got me all revved up for this thing, and we're not backing 
out now. Besides, you'll make trouble for yourself at the office. You don't 
want that, do you?" 

"Don't say I didn't warn you." 

"All right, I'm warned." She moved closer to him and slipped her hand into 
his lap. She chuckled softly when she found his cock. "You've got a hard-on. 
You're excited about it, aren't you?" 

"Yeah, maybe I am." 

And Carrie was excited, too. She was excited about the party they were going 
to and excited about the feel of Steve's cock in her hand. She loved his 
prick. She couldn't have it so stiff under her fingers without getting 
direct contact. Leaning against him now, she unzipped his fly and brought 
his cock out. 

Steve groaned. "Listen, I'm driving." 

"Then keep your eyes on the road." 

She knew their marriage wasn't that spectacular. The days and nights were 
getting more and more boring as the years went by. Pretty soon it would be 
time for her to make a decision about having kids. She was restless. She'd 
always been restless. And Steve was restless, too. She always had the 
feeling they were missing something important. Or maybe that was just 
bullshit and what they needed was distraction. Well, they would get 
distraction tonight. Steve had promised her the party would be kinky, and 
she was looking forward to it. There were things about her he still didn't 
understand. She had certain secret corners in her mind and she hoped that 
maybe tonight Steve would learn something about her. 

She could feel the tension in her pussy and belly, that warm feeling she got 
when her juices were flowing. 

Steve's juices were flowing also, his pre-cum leaking out of his piss hole 
as she slowly stroked his prick. He had a gorgeous cock, not too long but 
very thick and with a large knob, the kind of cock she adored. She rubbed 
the tip of his cock with her thumb now, spreading his pre-cum over the fat 
plum of his cockhead. 

"Christ, take it easy," he said. 

Carrie quivered with pleasure. "Don't worry, I won't pull the trigger. Just 
keep your eyes on the road and everything will be fine." 

They finally arrived at their destination, a large house set back in a clump 
of woods, an impressive circular drive in front now crowded with several 
dozen cars. 

"God, it's a big party," Carrie said. 

"I told you it would be." 

"I'm glad. I like big parties. Big weird parties." 

Steve grunted. "You'll find out how weird." 

Inside the house, they found a mix of loud music and chic-looking people and 
a confusion of voices. 

A tall woman in a black evening dress came over to them and smiled. "You 
must be the Bensons. I'm Helen Woodford." 

The wife of Steve's boss. Carrie thought Mrs. Woodford was elegant, a 
queenly woman who seemed perfectly at ease with everything around her. So 
poised. Mrs. Woodford took them to the bar, saw to it that they had 
something to drink and then drifted away. 

"That's a dragon-lady," Steve said. 

Carrie giggled. "She looks harmless to me." 

"She's not harmless-she's a dragon-lady." 

"Come on, let's walk around and see what's going on." 

There was plenty going on, first in the main room and then in three or four 
rooms adjoining it. Carrie felt a definite electricity in the air, as if 
people expected things would happen tonight. But so far nothing seemed out 
of the ordinary. The people were well dressed, they sipped cocktails and 
highballs, and they looked like a crowd of ordinary people at an ordinary 
party. 

Then she noticed certain of the women looked different, more subdued, never 
smiling. They were more scantily dressed, some of them clearly showing their 
nipples through the sheer fabric of their blouses or dresses. They all wore 
black, a black blouse and skirt or dress, black stockings and black shoes 
with extremely high heels. And each woman wore a black choker-collar around 
her throat. Carrie shuddered with understanding when she saw one woman had a 
leash attached to her collar. 

"They're slaves," Carrie whispered to Steve after telling him about the 
women. 

Steve nodded. "I told you this would be weird." 

"What do they do?" 

"Maybe we'll soon find out." 

Carrie was thrilled. She couldn't keep her eyes off the women now. They were 
all beautiful, sleek and long-legged and obviously naked under their outer 
clothing. Yes, they were slaves. The more closely she looked at them and at 
the people near them, the more clear it was that one was a master and the 
other a slave. She noticed other slaves with leashes now. There had to be at 
least a dozen slaves in that room alone. 

Then suddenly someone pushed a slave to the center of the room and the 
people there moved back to create an open space. The slave was young, a girl 
hardly more than twenty. A man in his forties held her leash, jerked on it 
and said something to her that Carrie didn't catch. The girl, a lovely 
slender brunette, began undressing in the center of the room. 

"Christ, what a turn-on!" Steve said. 

Carrie gripped his arm. Her excitement was intense. People were swaying to 
the loud music. The girl was so beautiful. She was slipping out of her dress 
now. She wore nothing but black nylons and black pumps with those impossibly 
high heels. She had small tits and a small ass. Her pussy was shaved, her 
cunt mound bald, the tip of her pussy slit just visible. 

The leash was jerked again, and the girl immediately walked to the edge of 
the crowd, walked slowly around the circle. At intervals she was stopped and 
handled, her tits and ass, her bald little cunt, her nipples pulled by 
searching fingers. At one point the girl groaned as someone pinched one of 
her nipples. The girl sank to the floor and knelt there with her head 
lowered. Carrie gasped when she saw that one of the girl's nipples now had a 
clip attached to it. A woman giggled and reached down to attach a clip to 
the other nipple. The girl on the floor cried out and shuddered, a great 
shudder that ran through her body from head to toe. 

"My God, she's coming," Carrie said. "She's having an orgasm!" 

Then the man who held the leash jerked the leash again and the girl got up. 
Walking ahead of her, pulling at the leash, the man led his slave away into 
the crowd. In a moment the open space was filled with people again and the 
din of voices returned. 

Steve blew air through his lips. "Christ, I need another drink." 

They found the bar, received their drinks from the bartender, and then they 
wandered into one of the smaller rooms. Carrie froze when she saw something 
in there. 

One of the slaves was down on her knees, sucking a man's cock. The girl 
slowly worked her mouth back and forth over the knob of his prick as he 
talked to his friends. Most people in the room ignored them. Some people 
were watching, but most of them weren't. 

A woman suddenly appeared in front of Carrie and Steve, a woman in black. A 
slave. She wore a black collar with an attached leash dangling at her side. 
She smiled at them. 

"Mrs. Woodford told me to look after you. I'm Erica." 

She was tall and blonde and her sheer blouse showed her nipples. Carrie 
quivered when she saw that the blonde's nipples were pierced by gold rings. 

"I'm Carrie." 

Steve cleared his throat. "And I'm Steve." 

Erica smiled. "Yes, I know. Won't you hold my leash? If you do that, I can't 
be taken away from you." 

It was Carrie who took the leash. She felt herself trembling as she held the 
leash in her hand. "We're new at this," Carrie said. 

Her eyes met Erica's. Carrie thought Erica was so beautiful. Carrie's 
excitement was so intense she wondered how long she could bear it. She 
looked across the room at the slave who'd been sucking the man's cock. It 
was still going on. The girl was still on her knees, her mouth still working 
back and forth on his prick. 

"Would you like me to do that to Steve?" 

Carrie looked at Erica. "Yes, I would. Go on, suck his cock. Go down on 
him." 

Carrie quivered as she watched Erica sink to her knees on the rug. The 
blonde's fingers worked at Steve's fly and in a moment she had his cock out. 
She licked his prick, swirling her tongue around and around, then she opened 
her lips and took his cockhead inside. 

Steve groaned, his eyes on the slave's mouth. Carrie pressed against him. 
She knew what he liked. 

"Go on, baby, fuck her face," Carrie urged. 

He began moving his lips, fucking his cock slowly in and out of Erica's 
mouth. His cock quickly became hard and Erica had to open her jaw wide to 
take his thick cockshaft. 

"Is it nice, honey?" 

Steve nodded. "She's good." 

Erica pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. "We can go to a 
bedroom, if you like." 

She led them away, led them out of the room to the hall. Carrie held the 
leash as they climbed the stairs, and before long the three of them were in 
a bedroom. 

"Maybe we ought to get our clothes off," Erica said with a smile. 

Inspiration suddenly came to Carrie. She jerked at the leash, jerked it hard 
enough to hurt Erica's throat. "Don't tell us what to do." 

Erica looked at her and blushed. When the blonde spoke, her voice was 
subdued. "All right." 

Carrie felt a thrill go through her. She understood things now. Steve might 
be reticent, but she certainly wasn't. "Get your clothes off," she said to 
Erica. "We want you naked first." 

Erica stripped. She wasn't wearing that much, and in a moment she was naked 
except for her shoes and stockings. Carrie told her to keep those on. She 
thought Erica looked sexy in the black nylons. She asked Erica about the 
gold rings through her nipples. 

"How long have you had them?" 

"A long time," Erica replied. She opened her legs to show them the rings 
through her cuntlips. "And these, too." 

Carrie felt the excitement in her blood as she looked at the rings. She 
tried to imagine being pierced down there, but the idea was so horrible she 
couldn't deal with it. She turned to Steve. 

"Fuck her, Steve! Take your clothes off and fuck her!" 

Steve's face was flushed. "Are you sure." 

"Yes, I'm sure, silly. I want to watch it." 

MI 

He quickly stripped his clothes off, and in a moment he had Erica kneeling 
on the edge of the bed while he stood behind her and fondled her ass and 
cunt. He always fucked Carrie like that, on the edge of the bed with her ass 
in the air. Carrie could see he was turned on by Erica, turned on by her ass 
and her submissiveness. 

"Fuck her ass!" Carrie blurted. 

"Jesus, Carrie!" 

"Go on, fuck her ass. That's what you want, isn't it? I bet she doesn't even 
need anything. Do you need lubrication, Erica?" 

Erica kept her head down. "No, I don't think so." 

Carrie giggled. "Have you ever had a fist up your ass?" 

Erica's voice was almost a whisper. "Yes, I've had that." 

"Fuck her ass, honey! Fuck her brains out!" 

Steve went for it. Carrie could see how excited he was. She still held the 
leash in her hand. She watched Steve's fat cockhead pushing at Erica's 
asshole. Erica was right-she had no need for lubrication. Steve's cock 
fucked into her asshole without any trouble. 

Carrie put the leash down and stripped her clothes off. The blonde slave 
turned her on. She'd always been revolted by the idea of making it with a 
woman, but this was something different. This woman was a slave, and Carrie 
had a need to hurt her. She reached underneath to grab one of Erica's 
hanging tits. As Steve slowly fucked Erica's ass, Carrie pulled on the gold 
ring attached to Erica's nipple. She pulled until Erica whimpered. 

Carrie leaned closer to Erica and whispered in her ear: "Hurt?" 

Erica groaned. "Yes." 

"But you like it, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

Steve blasted off. He watched Erica's asshole sucking at his cock, and then 
suddenly he started fucking hard and groaning as the jism shot out of his 
prick. Carrie reached under his ass to hold his balls as he shot his 
cum-load. She found it thrilling to hold his balls while he shot his cum 
into another woman. 

Later, Carrie was alone with Erica in the bathroom. They were both naked. 
Erica came to Carrie and kissed her cheek. She touched Carrie's tits. 

"Don't you want to do something with me?" Erica asked. 

Carrie shook her head. "I don't make it with women." 

Erica smiled. "You don't have to make it with me." 

"Then what?" 

Erica's eyes met Carrie's. "I'll rim you first and then I'd like you to shit 
on me." 

Carrie trembled with excitement. "Oh, wow!" 

"Will you do it?" 

"I don't know. Are you sure you want me to?" 

"Yes, I'm sure." She smiled at Carrie. "You've never done that, have you?" 

Erica showed Carrie what to do. The blonde lay down in the bathtub, and then 
Carrie had to climb in with her back to Erica and squat over Erica's face. 
Erica explained that she liked to see the shit coming out, and this was the 
best position for it. 

But first Erica raised her face to Carrie's ass to lick and suck her 
asshole. Carrie's excitement was intense. Maybe it was the idea of what 
would happen later. Of course, the rimming was good. She'd never had her ass 
licked by a woman before, and she decided it was just as good as when it was 
done by a man. 

Carrie finally ordered Erica to stop. 

The blonde lay back in the tub. "Whenever you're ready," Erica said. 

Carrie started shitting. 

This was the wildest thing she'd ever done in her life. And as soon as she 
started, she knew it wouldn't be the last time she did it. She would get a 
slave of her own. She would talk Steve into it. She'd seen the way he'd 
fucked Erica in the bedroom before. She knew she could talk him into getting 
a slave for her. In the meantime, her shit was dropping down on Erica's tits 
-and Carrie was so excited she had to rub herself while the turds came out. 

Later, after they cleaned up, Carrie asked Erica about herself, about how 
she came to be a slave. 

Erica smiled at Carrie and looked away. "Oh, it's a long story . . . " 


THE END
