Enslaved Schoolteacher
by Donna Allen 


Foreword 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prison 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 positive experience. 

In ENSLAVED SCHOOLTEACHER, Amber Nesbit finds herself in just such a 
situation. Held captive and degraded and force to perform abnormal sexual 
acts, she nonetheless, finds within herself, hidden resources, a strength of 
character she never realized she had. 

Amber 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 

Dear God, what do I do now? she thought. 

Amber Nesbit stared helplessly at the empty landscape around her, miles and 
miles of forest and meadow and not a house to be seen. Her old Plymouth had 
finally broken down, stopped completely out here in the middle of nowhere. 
She dreaded the idea of trudging along the road alone. The map said the next 
town was at least ten miles away. 

How stupid she'd been to take this shortcut, this isolated road on which she 
hadn't seen another car for ages. She wanted to cry. This was the first week 
of her summer vacation and already she was in trouble. The sun was going 
down. Another few hours and it would be dark and then what would, she do? 

She climbed out of the car. She looked ahead, then she squinted down the 
road behind her. Suddenly she saw something, a glinting of sunlight on 
metal, a car? 

Yes, it was a car, still far off in the distance, but definitely coming her 
way. And approaching fast. Amber could see how fast the car was going. Would 
the driver stop? They had to, they just had to. 

Amber started waving, standing partly in the road near her car, waving at 
the oncoming driver. 

She breathed a sigh of relief as she finally saw the car, hurtling toward 
her slow down. A sports car, a sleek red Corvette with a man behind the 
wheel. The driver pulled the Corvette to a stop on the shoulder behind 
Amber's car, and in a moment he climbed out. 

"Need some help?" 

He was about forty, casually dressed, a tan face and white teeth. Amber 
immediately explained her plight. She had no idea what was wrong with her 
car. She knew nothing about automobiles. At, intervals, she tossed her 
blonde hair back from her eyes. Could he possibly help her? There might be a 
gas station somewhere. 

The man smiled. "Let me have a look at it first." 

He puttered with Amber's car, opened the hood, tried the starter, then after 
a while he shook his head. 

"Looks like the fuel pump's gone. Why don't you come down to my house and 
we'll use the telephone? We need to find someone to tow it in. My name's 
Malcolm Ordway, by the way. 

Everyone around here knows me." 

Amber thought he looked safe. She told herself that in any case she had no 
choice. She couldn't sit there all night in her own car. Anyway a man who 
drove a Corvette wasn't likely to steal her purse. She thanked Mr. Ordway 
and accepted his offer. 

Before long, Ordway had her two suitcases out of her car and tied down on 
the roof of his Corvette. Amber was certain he would scratch the lovely 
paint on the roof , but Mr. Ordway 

didn't seem to care. 

"You re very kind," she said. 

He helped her climb into the sleek sports car. Then he walked around to the 
driver's side, slipped into his seat and smiled at her. "Call me Malcolm." 

His eyes were on her legs. She wore a summer dress that showed her legs and 
Amber knew her legs were shapely. 

"All right. I'm Amber Nesbit and you can call me Amber." 

Malcolm Ordway chuckled as he started up the motor of the Corvette. "That s 
a lovely name." 

They sped off down the road, Amber settling back in the plush seat, 
marveling at the speed of the car and the ease with which Malcolm Ordway 
drove it. Malcolm, she liked the name. Yes, she would call him Malcolm. 

He questioned her about where she was coming from and where she was going. 
She thought him extremely pleasant. She explained she was beginning: a long 
vacation from her job as schoolteacher. She'd always wanted to do some 
traveling and this year she'd finally decided to get on with it. 

Malcolm didn't say much about himself, and then finally he pulled off the 
highway and onto a side road bordered with tall trees. He drove down the 
smaller road about a mile, and then suddenly they were in a large clearing 
with a circular drive leading up to an enormous and elegant house. 

"This is, where I live," Malcolm said. 

Amber was astonished. She hadn't known there were houses like this in this 
region. It looked like an English manor house, three stories and broad 
enough to surely have thirty rooms. A place of luxury. And as if to confirm 
it a man servant came bounding down the stone steps to help them out of the 
car. 

Amber was dazed by it all as they led her into the house: She soon found 
herself in a large sitting room. 

Malcolm fixed her a cool drink, handed it to her and smiled. "Grimley will 
call a garage and have your car towed in." 

"Grimley?" 

"The butler. The fellow that brought your luggage in." 

"Oh yes." 

Amber tried her best to collect herself. Malcolm's eyes were on her as they 
talked. He seemed so worldly. She felt awkward because she was nothing but a 
simple schoolteacher The closest she came to being worldly was when she 
taught her fourth grade class the names of the continents. 

"I don't want to be a bother," she said. 

Malcolm smiled. "You're no bother at all. I insist you have dinner with us. 
I live here all alone with my sister and we hardly ever see anyone but the 
local people." 

Amber found it impossible to refuse without being impolite. She accepted the 
invitation to dinner. Malcolm said the butler already had her luggage in a 
room and he would show her upstairs immediately if she cared to change her 
clothes. 

Grimley soon led her away. She followed him up a broad ornate stairway to 
the second floor of the house. He showed her into a lovely bedroom, left her 
and closed the door behind him. Her luggage was there beside the bed. It was 
all such a shock. She'd expected to spend another night in a cheap motel 
room, and now here she was in this elegant house. 

She spied a half-open door, walked over to it, pushed it open farther and 
quivered with pleasure, a private bathroom. Everything was so perfect. She 
would have a quick shower and then find a fresh dress for dinner with 
Malcolm and his sister. Amber was certain she looked a mess, and the first 
glance at a mirror told her it was true. She looked disheveled after a day's 
driving and the trouble with the car. She was certain that at that moment 
the only disheveled thing in this glorious house was herself. 

She quickly undressed, tossed her dress away, then her pantyhose. Moving 
about in her bra and panties she opened one of her valises to get some fresh 
clothes out. How lucky she was that Malcolm Ordway had come down that road. 
The breakdown of her old Plymouth had seemed such a calamity but now she was 
beginning to feel almost happy about it. 

Don't lose your head, she thought. There was no need to be silly. There was 
no need to be rattled by an attractive man being kind to her. 

She knew what the problem was. She hardly had any men in her life, nothing 
but schoolchildren , and a man like Malcolm Ordway easily impressed her. 

Amber didn't date much these days. There wasn't anyone she really liked. All 
the men she knew were so callous and interested in nothing except getting 
her into bed with them. They couldn't care less about her as a person, and 
they would do no more than grunt when she talked about her work as a 
teacher. 

She'd had a single love affair at twenty, while she was a college student. 
She'd lost her virginity one reckless night, and then shortly after that the 
engagement had ended and she'd been left with nothing but her misery. After 
that she turned off to love. She hated the idea of being disappointed again. 

Of course, sometimes the physical need was so great and she had to take care 
of that. She used her fingers, rubbed her pussy with her fingers until she 
had an orgasm. Afterward she always felt guilty, so terribly guilty about 
it. But it did relieve the physical need. It worked. She was convinced that 
masturbation would be the only sort of sex that she'd ever want. 

She wanted that shower now. She quickly stripped off her bra and panties and 
entered the shower stall in the bathroom. How luxurious it was. Twice the 
size of the one she had at home. She turned the water on and started 
lathering her body. She was thankful her hair wasn't that long. A few 
minutes with a blow dryer would do the trick. She wanted to look pretty 
tonight. She wondered what Malcolm's sister looked like. 

Being naked in a shower always turned her on a bit. It was silly, but it 
always happened. 

The water and being naked made her think of her body, her tits, her ass and 
her cunt. 

Amber's hot little cunt. 

She touched herself. She curled one finger inside her cunthole and wiggled 
it back and forth. She liked it better on a bed. She always put some soft 
rock on the stereo and then she would lie on the bed with her knees pulled 
up and her fingers diddling her pussy. 

Amber's clit was stiff. Her nipples were stiff. She could feel the slime in 
her cunthole. She brought some of it out to cover her clit. She rubbed her 
sticky cuntjuice all over her clit, teased the little organ by pushing and 
pulling on it. Then she moaned softly and washed everything away and started 
all over again. 

she pinched her nipples, twisting them with her fingers. She did like to 
have her nipples hurting. The tension quickly became heavier. She was so hot 
for it. She hadn't fucked herself off with her fingers in almost a week. Now 
here she was in a strange bathroom, finger-fucking again. She had an urge to 
come. 

Then the orgasm hit her and she groaned as she whacked her hand back and 
forth in frenzy. 

An hour later, she walked down the broad stairs to have a cocktail in the 
garden with Malcolm Ordway and his sister. 

* 

* 

* 

"Malcolm has a way of finding pretty girls," Grace Ordway said. 

She wasn't that much younger than Malcolm, but she was extraordinarily 
beautiful, an exquisite brunette with penetrating dark eyes. 

Grace talked to Amber, questioned her about her job, her family, her 
travels. Amber was dismayed, because there was so little she could tell 
about herself. She had no family and she'd never really traveled. Grace was 
so lovely and Amber felt totally insignificant. 

After awhile they went inside the house again. Amber was aware of Grace's 
eyes on her. 

She felt so shabby. The white back-less dress she wore seemed so ordinary 
now. 

But the Ordways were friendly enough. They seemed happy about their new 
guest. . They fussed over Amber's seat at the dinner table. The dining room 
had an enormous chandelier, and it occurred to Amber that she'd never had a 
dinner like this in her life. 

Two maids served a sumptuous meal. The wine flowed continually and before 
long, Amber felt it going to her head. She hated making a fool of herself. 
She lost count of how many times Malcolm had filled her wineglass. He and 
Grace seemed to be drinking constantly and not feeling any of it. Amber 
thought she had to keep up. She didn't want them thinking she was a dumb 
little country girl. She never thought of herself like that. She giggled as 
she had a sudden fantasy of Malcolm fucking her. 

"Something amusing Amber? You must tell us." 

Amber, shook her head. "I can't. It's nothing really." 

She was happy Malcolm didn't push it. How could she possibly tell him that 
she'd been thinking about him fucking her? How strange it was to think of 
him like that. was it the wine? 

Amber looked at Grace, and Grace smiled. 

Amber thought Grace's dress was cut awfully low. She could see the Valley 
between Grace's tits. She wondered what Grace looked like naked. And 
Malcolm? What did Malcolm look like naked? Amber quivered as she thought 
about it. Was it the wine or the luxury of the place that was turning her 
on? 

After dinner, Amber found herself alone with Malcolm in a plush drawing 
room. The furniture was exquisite. He insisted she sit in a large Italian 
chair. He said it was the only way to appreciate the room. Amber sat in the 
chair and Malcolm poured more wine into her glass. 

"You must stay the weekend," he said. 

"Oh, but I can't." 

"Why not?" 

"I . . . I don't know. I want to move on." 

Malcolm chuckled and insisted. His eyes were on her body, on the swell of 
her tits beneath her white dress, on her legs sheathed in smoky nylon. 

Amber felt flushed with the wine, sexy and simmering. She did like him. He 
was so elegant, how could anyone not like him? She listened to him as he 
talked about his hobbies, his travels, and the friends he had in Europe. 

As he talked, he walked over to the far wall and opened a small panel. Amber 
could make out a row of buttons. Maybe a way to call the servants, Malcolm 
pressed some of the buttons. 

Amber had put her wine down and now she had both hands resting on the arms 
of the chair. Suddenly she heard a soft whirring sound. She looked down and 
gasped as she realized what had happened. Her wrists were shackled to the 
arms of the chair. she could feel that something had also taken hold of her 
ankles. 

Malcolm, laughed. "Clever, isn't it? Now you're caught like a pretty little 
butterfly. Isn't it clever?" 

"Yes, I . . . I guess so." 

"comfortable? 

"My wrists are hurting. Maybe you'd better press some of those buttons again 
and get me released." 

He smiled and shook his head. "One doesn't catch a butterfly and then 
-release it. If I do, you'll flyaway." 

She tried to relax. She decided it must be some sort of game. The shackles 
were so firm around her wrists and ankles. The chair had seemed so ordinary, 
but now it imprisoned her. All right, she'd play along with him. He would 
tease her a bit and then she be free of the chair again. This would 
certainly be the last time she would ever sit in this particular chair. 

Malcolm seemed amused by her. He came toward her, pulled a small chair 
forward and sat down directly opposite her. "What do you think about it?" 

"It's awful." 

"But you're not hurt." 

"No, but I'm a prisoner." 

"Ah." 

"Please release me." 

His eyes became suddenly cold and now she was afraid. She saw the way he 
gazed at her body. 

"You do have lovely legs," he said. "And I suppose the rest of you is lovely 
too." 

Amber blushed. "Please, Malcolm, it's not funny anymore.'' 

"Do you like sex?" 

He chuckled and rose suddenly, not bothering with her reply. He walked over 
to a small table near the sofa, lifted a small cover and fiddled with some 
switches. 

In a moment a huge television screen rose out of a well. An image flickered 
and stabilized on the screen. Amber gasped when she saw two people, a man 
and a woman, fucking on a large bed. The woman was Grace Ordway! 

"Oh God!" Amber gasped, 

"Watch carefully." 

Grace was on top, riding on the man's cock, her hips rolling as she fucked 
her self on his prick with a steady rhythm. 

The couple on the bed showed their profiles to the camera. Amber had never 
seen this man before. She remembered wondering what Grace looked like naked. 
Now she knew. The brunette's body was magnificent, hard and agile, without a 
hint of excess flesh anywhere except maybe on her hips. 

"You're shocked," Malcolm said with a chuckle. 

"yes, I . . . I am." 

"Do you have lovers? 

"Malcolm please let me out of this chair!" 

He ignored her. He poured himself some more wine and told her to watch the 
screen. She couldn't avoid doing that. 

The screen was so large, there was no where else to look. The scene had 
changed now. 

Grace was sitting on the man s face, looking down at him as he sucked her 
cunt. Amber felt her heart pounding. She'd read about such things in books, 
but she'd never done anything like that, someone sucking her pussy. The idea 
of it was horrible. She could see Grace's cunt juice on the man's face .It 
was so revolting. 

"I want you to stay here awhile," Malcolm said. "I mean here on the estate." 

Amber begged him to release her from the chair, but he laughed. 

He sipped his wine, urging her to look at the screen, to watch his sister 
and the man. "His name is Paul and he was once her husband. I think they 
were married a week when this particular film was made." 

"I don't believe it!" 

Amber was shocked. 

"It's true." 

She avoided looking at the screen now, and Malcolm scowled. She was suddenly 
very much afraid of him, very much afraid. 

He smiled and came to her. He moved his chair closer and sat down. He 
touched her face. Then his hand dropped down and he casually squeezed her 
left tit through her dress. 

Amber gasped. She tried to scream, but nothing came out of her throat except 
a wailing sound. She couldn't believe what was happening. She could feel his 
hand on her tit, but she couldn't believe it. As if determined to make her 
see the reality of what he was doing, Malcolm found her nipple and brutally 
pinched it. 

Amber made a choking sound. She groaned. 

"Please let me go!" 

Malcolm chuckled. "I certainly won't." 

He sat back in his chair finally. At least, now he wasn't mauling her tit. 

Then Amber saw his fingers pulling at his zipper. Horrified, she watched as 
he unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. A shudder went through her, 
half fear and half astonishment of seeing his erect prick suddenly appear. 
She watched as he pulled his foreskin back to expose his cockhead. His ruby 
red cock-knob. She couldn't help looking. She watched his fingers curl 
around his cockshaft. 

He began stroking his prick. He taunted her. He asked her if she liked his 
cock . He asked her if she liked the feel of a cock in her mouth. She was 
mesmerized by his hard prick, by his hand as it moved up and down. His 
cockhead was like a fat plum reddish-purple now, bloated and glistening. 

Malcolm taunted her as he stroked his prick. Then he, stopped and leaned 
forward to touch her again He pushed her dress back to uncover her legs. 

Amber couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She watched his cock jerking 
around as he fondled her knees. He seemed fascinated by her. 

Amber begged him again to free her, but he paid no attention to her. He 
fondled her nylon-covered knees. And then suddenly he leaned forward and 
kissed her mouth. 

She was shocked. She hadn't expected it. He forced her lips open easily and 
pushed his tongue inside. His tongue worked in her mouth. Then his hands 
were on her tits again. Both tits this time. 

He unbuttoned her dress. A small razor suddenly appeared in his hand, and he 
began slicing at the dress to get it out of the way. Then he sliced at her 
bra and pulled it free of her body. Her tits were exposed, white and 
trembling, each tit-globe capped by a full pink a nipple. 

Malcolm smiled and took her tits in his hands, weighing them on his palms, 
pulling at her nipples, stretching the pink points. He seemed amused by the 
resiliency of her tit-flesh. 

Once again he asked about her lovers. 

She refused to say anything. 

He pinched her nipples, both at the same time, pinching hard until she cried 
out at the pain. 

She talked. She told him about her one affair in college. The quiet life 
she'd had since then. 

"You're almost a virgin," Malcolm said. 

"That's lovely. That's more than I expected." Her nipples were stiff, and 
Amber was embarrassed. She hated the idea that her body responding to his 
touches. She looked at his cock again an d saw that now the tip of it was 
dripping. How disgusting, she thought cocks looked so ugly, wriggling like 
fat worms and pink. 

Malcolm saw the revulsion in her eyes and he laughed. 

He put a gag in her mouth, a black rubber ball that stuffed her mouth and 
prevented her from talking. Now the only sound she could make was a muffled 
sob. He moved to the panel in the wall again and pushed some buttons. 

Amber heard a whirring noise. This time something happened to the chair and 
her legs were pulled slowly apart. Wide apart. It seemed impossible, but it 
was happening. Her legs were spread wide apart and she was completely 
helpless. 

Malcolm approached her again. He sat down in his chair and leaned forward to 
touch her thighs. She wore dark pantyhose and under that a pair of bikini 
panties. Annoyed by her under-things, he brought out the small razor again 
and began cutting all of it away. 

She could do nothing. She was unable to move as he gradually exposed her. 
Finally her cunt was uncovered. Her blonde pussy. No man had ever looked at 
her the way Malcolm was looking at her now, at her exposed cunt in a fully 
lit room to a man's eyes. 

She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers tickling her cunt slit, prying 
her cuntlips apart. She 

heard him laugh. 

"You're wet," he said. "You've creamed your little pussy, haven't you?" 

He rose up and stood in front of her. When she closed her eyes, he twisted 
her ear until she opened them again. His cock was directly in front of her 
face, dangling out of his open fly, his cock-knob dripping at the tip. He 
moved closer and touched the tip of his cock to her cheek. She felt the 
wetness, the heat. A shudder of revulsion went through her. Then he started 
rubbing his cock over her cheeks, her nose, and her eyes. The black ball 
stretched her jaws wide apart. He rubbed his cock all around her face, 
wiping the juice off the tip on her skin. 

"I think you're afraid of it," he said. "We've got to change that. We're 
going to make some changes, aren't we?" 

He walked to the telephone then picked it up and spoke into it. She heard 
him call someone. 

The door opened and someone came in. 

Amber turned her head and was suddenly paralyzed with shame. 

It was Grimley. 

Chapter Two 

Groaning with dismay at the presence of the butler, Amber struggled against 
the shackles that held her to the chair. It was no use. There was no way to 
get free. 

Grimley's eyes were on her, on her exposed tits and belly. His face showed 
no surprise, as if he'd seen women in the chair before, as if he was totally 
familiar with his employer's' amusements. 

Malcolm spoke to Grimley. Ordered him to help get Amber out of the chair and 
over to a large upholstered footstool. The two men held Amber down, as she 
was unshackled from the chair. They made her rise. Malcolm muttered 
something to Grimley and the butler proceeded to rip off the rest of Amber's 
clothes. 

When she was naked, they brought her to the footstool, forced her to bend 
over it and then trussed her arms and legs with rope to keep her in place. 

Amber lay on her belly her head hanging over the edge of the footstool, her 
body naked, her ass and cunt exposed from the rear. The worst thing of all 
was having Grimley see her. The butler. He was nothing but a servant, and 
yet there she was with her body exposed to his eyes. She lay there trussed 
like an animal while a mere servant looked at her nakedness. It was too 
much. She prayed she would faint. Anything to escape her embarrassment. 

Malcolm sent Grimley away. 

Malcolm came to Amber, crouched beside her and patted her ass. 

"Not too uncomfortable, I hope." He chuckled as he stroked her back and ass. 
"I like your skin. You're very pretty, you know." 

His hand moved over her ass and down to her thighs. He squeezed her thighs 
and calves, testing the firmness of her flesh. 

Amber moaned. Her jaws were hurting now, strained by the ball-gag. There was 
no way she could complain, and even if she could, she doubted it would 
matter. 

Then Malcolm moved away. 

When she saw him again, a shudder of fear went through her. He had a whip in 
his hand, a black whip with a short handle. He began talking to her about 
slaves and obedience and the necessity for discipline. She didn't understand 
most of it. He stood there tapping the handle of the whip against his palm 
as he ranted on and on. 

Finally he moved behind her and trapped her ass. 

She turned cold with fear. She felt the whip pushing at her asscrack. Then 
the next moment she felt the first blow of the whip, the searing pain, the 
shock of it, and she wanted to scream, but she couldn't because of the gag. 
He hit her again and again, the whip lashing down on her bare ass, the 
stinging pain more than she could bear. She was soon sobbing, the sounds 
muffled by the ball-gag in her mouth, her saliva running back to her throat 
and threatening to choke her. Her ass felt on fire. There seemed no end to 
it. 

The whip came down again and again and now each stroke blended with the 
stroke before, and she could feel nothing except the horrible burning, her 
ass going up in flames as he whipped her. 

Finally it stopped. 

She heard him rummaging in a drawer somewhere. Moments later, she felt an 
ointment being spread over the bruised skin of her ass. 

Malcolm chuckled and told her it wasn't half as bad as she thought. 

His fingers tickled her cunt from the rear. He pinched her cuntlips, opened 
them wide tickled inside and then slid one of his fingers deep in her 
cunthole 

Amber felt so helpless, so exhausted from the whipping, She remained 
motionless as he screwed his finger around inside her cunt. Then something 
touched her asshole, another finger, tickling the rim and then pushing 
inside to stretch the opening. He talked about her ass, her asscheeks, and 
the tightness of her asshole. 

Amber was in a daze of misery and humiliation. She could think about 
nothing, feel nothing except the finger in her ass, his finger slow turning 
as it stretched her asshole. Then both fingers were moving together, one 
finger in her cunt and the other in her ass, the fingers sliding in and out, 
slowly fucking both holes at the same, time as she trembled in degradations. 

To be violated like this was the most horrible thing imaginable to her. Tied 
up like an animal, a ball stuffed in her mouth, a man's fingers screwing in 
and out of her cunt and ass. 

She went berserk with fear and shame. She hated and dreaded his probing 
fingers. Her ass still burned. And the finger inside her asshole caused even 
more burning 

She felt Malcolm pulling at her cuntlips, opening her cunt wide. Then she 
felt something thicker in her ass, another finger, two fingers now reaming 
out her asshole. She wanted to die. How could she possibly go on? She wanted 
to die and end her misery. 

He was talking again, talking about her asshole. She felt something wet on 
her asshole. His fingers moved in and out more easily. He told her it was 
oil. Baby oil, he said, and she needed just a touch of oil to smooth the 
way. 

"In a week or two you won't need it any more." 

A week or two. 

The words reverberated in her brain. 

His fingers stretched her asshole even farther now. Fingers in her cunt and 
fingers in her ass. 

Was he looking inside? She thought of him staring at her cunt and ass, 
gazing inside her asshole. Her shitter, her most secret of place. She heard 
him chuckling. 

"You've got a good ass," he said. "You're healthy. It's important to be 
healthy, isn't it?" 

The burning sensation in her asshole was gone now. He continued fucking his 
fingers slowly in and out, stretching her asshole, opening it wide, the 
fingers in her cunt moving at the same time. She suddenly felt as though she 
had to shit, and once again she prayed she would die. 

His fingers suddenly came out of her ass and cunt. He moved behind her. She 
felt his hands gripping her asscheeks. Then something pushed at her cunt. 

She felt his cock going in, pushing at her cunthole, his knob and then his 
cockshaft sliding inside her cunt-channel. His cock felt bigger than it 
looked. She could feel it stretching her cunt-mouth. 

"Nice," he said. "Very nice!" 

He started fucking her, his hands fondling her ass as he worked his cock in 
and out of her cunt. 

Amber lay there inert, unable to move, unable to struggle, unable to prevent 
the rape of her cunt. At intervals, he pinched her asscheeks, causing her 
great pain because her ass was still sore from the whipping. She hated the 
fucking even worse. She had never been fucked this way, like a dog, bent 
over like a bitch-dog while a man fucked her from behind. 

Malcolm rammed his cock all the way in each time, his plunging cock driving 
merciless to the, end of her cunt-channel. 

Her mind was in a daze as he fucked her. She thought about her past sexual 
experience. Never anything like this. Malcolm was raping her, taking her 
against her will, brutally fucking her while she was tied to a footstool. 

His cock seemed so huge in her cunt. Each time he drove in, she felt it in 
her belly, deep inside. She tried to picture it, his big cock stretching her 
cunt, sliding in and out of her gaping hole. She knew he could see 
everything. Bent over as she was like a dog, her degradation was complete. 
And of course Malcolm was aware of it. 

She felt his finger tickling her asshole again, and suddenly she realized 
what he would do, what his intention was, why he had oiled her asshole. A 
great fear went through her. 

His cock abruptly came out of he cunt and in a moment she felt it pushing at 
her asshole. His fat cock-knob pushed at her tiny asshole, continually 
pushing. Then it popped inside. She felt a great tearing pain and she wanted 
to scream. But with the ball-gag in her mouth, all that came out was a 
muffled sob. 

He had his cock in her ass! 

She knew people did it. Sometimes when she masturbated she imagined it. But 
this was real and not a fantasy. She tried to picture his cock pushing 
inside her ass, raping her asshole. Now she was thankful for the oil. She 
was certain that without the oil his cock would rip her apart. His prick was 
so big in there. And not even all the way in yet. Now she could feel his 
hairy balls against her cuntlips and she knew his cock was all the way in. 
It felt as if his cock was in her chest. 

"This is first rate," Malcolm said. "Your ass excited me. We're going to 
have a lovely fuck now aren't we?" 

The pain in her ass was driving her mad. She felt as though she had a huge 
log up her ass and she was sure she wouldn't survive the ass fucking. 

Malcolm certainly didn't care about her fear. He reveled in what he was 
doing. His only purpose was to enjoy her ass. He talked to her about it. He 
described to her what it looked like, his cock stretching her asshole, 
sliding in and out of her gaping shithole. He said it always amazed him how 
much an asshole could stretch. 

He said she had a lovely pink asshole He said her asshole stretched wide 
open like it was now looked like a pretty pink mouth. 

His hands squeezed her asscheeks. He pulled his cock out slowly, then pushed 
in again, his cock head pushing, pushing right up her shit chute. The pain 
was still awful. She was too frightened, too horrified, to relax her ass. 
She wanted to die. She felt as if his cock was splitting her open. He would 
rip her ass apart. Dear God, she couldn't stand it! 

He slammed forward again, and a new burst of pain suddenly overwhelmed her 
and she fainted. 

She had no idea how long she was unconscious. When, she opened her eyes 
again, the ball-gag was out of her mouth. 

Malcolm was in front of her, kneeling in front of her with his cock dangling 
in front of her face. Then he shifted forward a bit. His cock touched her 
lips. She could smell it. She remembered where his cock had been. She could 
smell her own ass! 

Malcolm laughed and pinched her nose. He forced her mouth open. He shoved 
his prick inside her mouth. "Go on, suck it, Amber." 

She could taste her ass now. He was amused by her obvious revulsion. His 
cock filled her mouth, pressing her tongue down, pushing at the back of her 
throat. Then he pulled back his limp prick still thick enough to stuff her 
mouth. He fucked his prick in and out of her face. He said she would get 
used to it. She would always clean his cock with her mouth after he fucked 
her ass. He said it was silly for her to be bothered by the taste of her own 
shit. She would learn to like it. She was a slave and she would lean to like 
all sorts of things. She had so much to learn. 

* 

* 

* 

That night Amber was chained to the bed in her room. It seemed impossible 
that just yesterday she'd been free. Now she was a prisoner, a captive in a 
strange house. She'd been raped and abused by Malcolm and there was a 
promise of worse things ahead. 

She had a fitful night, one ankle chained to the bed, she tossed about in 
agony. Memories of the rape burned in her mind. Her asshole was sore. She 
shuddered as she remembered the feel of Malcolm's cock in her ass. How awful 
it was to be used like that. 

She was so ashamed and afraid. She was completely in his power. He could use 
her anyway he wanted and then dispose of her easily. 

And the whipping had been so brutal She could still feel it. The degradation 
was worse than the pain of the whipping, but she could still feel it. A wave 
of desperation came over her she felt totally helpless, totally humiliated. 

Near dawn she finally fell into an exhausted sleep. 

When Amber opened her eyes again, it was late in, the morning and Grace 
Ordway was standing near the bed looking down at her. The blinds had been 
opened and bright sunlight poured into the room. Grace wore a dazzling white 
morning gown. 

She smiled at Amber. "Had enough sleep? Maybe you'd better have some 
breakfasts." 

Grace fiddled with the chain around Amber's ankle and in a moment Amber was 
free. 

"I'll wait for you," Grace said, smiling at Amber again. 

She watched as Amber eased out of the bed and slipped into a robe. Amber 
walked to the bathroom. She thought of pleading with Grace to help her, but 
she realized it would be useless. Grace had to know what Malcolm had done to 
her. If Grimley, the butler knew, then certainly Grace did. 

Amber closed the bathroom door. She washed her face. She slipped the robe 
off and looked at her ass in the mirror. The bruises were there, the welts 
and stripes. The whipping hadn't been a dream. Malcolm had been so cruel to 
her. First whipping her and then raping her cunt and ass. 

Amber slipped the robe on again. She was determined to escape. 

When Amber came out of the bathroom, Grace chuckled and spoke as if she had 
read Amber's mind. "You, can't escape, darling. You shouldn't even think of 
it. You'll only be caught and then you'll suffer for it." 

Amber quivered with fear. She was helpless. She was totally in their power. 
She'd thought maybe Grace would be kind to her, but now she realized she'd 
been wrong. 

"I'm hungry," Amber said. 

Grace smiled. "Well, come along then. We'll have breakfast together 
downstairs." 

Grace led Amber down to a lovely breakfast room. Everything seemed so normal 
as the maids served them breakfast. Amber thought Grace was so beautiful. 
She learned Malcolm was away and would not return until early evening. Amber 
was aware of the eyes of the maids. Did they know? 

She remembered he things Malcolm had done to her. She remembered the feel: 
of his cock in her cunt and ass. And then afterward. His cock in her mouth, 
the taste of her own ass on her tongue. Grace probably knew about that, too. 

Amber blushed at the thought. Then she quivered as she remembered watching 
Grace in that film. Grace was fucking someone. Her ex-husband, Malcolm had 
said. Amber remembered the view of Grace's body, Grace's cunt being split by 
the man s cock. And now Grace was calmly eating breakfast with her. 

Grace smiled. "You mustn't pout. You're much prettier when you're not 
pouting." 

"I'd like to leave here." 

"Don't be silly, you mustn't anger Malcolm." 

"I'm a prisoner!" 

Grace laughed. "That's right." 

"He raped me last night. Your brother did awful things to me." 

Grace smiled. "I know all about it." 

Grace talked about Amber and Malcolm. She said Malcolm disliked Amber's 
underwear. Grace would provide some new things for Amber to wear. She said 
Amber must be obedient. Under no circumstances could she leave the house or 
the estate. 

Amber's heart sank. She felt so helpless. 

Leaning forward over the table Grace smiled and pinched Amber's chin. 
"Malcolm wants to train you, darling. And so do I." 

A shiver rent through Amber as she saw the amusement in Grace's eyes. 

When breakfast was finished, Grace led Amber to a nearby sitting room. The 
windows were open and Amber could hear the birds in the garden. Grace 
ordered Amber to slip her robe off. 

In a daze, Amber did as she was told. She knew it was useless to resist. 
Grace would hurt her, or even worse, she might call Grimley the butler. 
Amber let the robe drop and stood there naked before Grace. 

The older woman smiled. She sat down and called Amber forward. Amber stood 
meekly before Grace as Grace studied her and then touched her. 

Grace's fingers moved over Amber's belly and then down between her thighs. 
She forced Amber to move her le s apart. 

She fingered Amber's cunt slit. Then she made Amber turn around to present 
her ass. Grace's fingertips traced the welts on Amber's ass. 

"You're pretty," Grace said. "I don't blame Malcolm for being so delighted 
with you." 

Then Amber was ordered to turn around again and she blanched as she saw what 
Grace had in her hand now. The whip. The same whip Malcolm had used the 
previous evening. 

Grace smiled. "You're afraid." 

"Yes!" 

"I won't whip you now. I might later, but not now. I just want you to know 
how important it is for you to be obedient." 

Grace talked about discipline. Her voice was soft, cultured, with a hint of 
amusement. She might have been talking about a recent shopping trip or a new 
play she'd seen. She talked about Amber's obedience and about how Amber 
would be whipped severely if she ever disobeyed. Then Grace questioned Amber 
about her experience with women. The older woman was amused when she learned 
Amber hadn't any experience at all. 

"Not even in college? No little butch going down on you in the dorm? Show it 
to me, darling, I love blonde pussies. They're always so pretty." 

When Amber hesitated, Grace raised the whip. 

Amber did what Grace wanted. She used both hands to pull her cunt slit open. 
She pulled her cuntlips apart to show Grace the pink interior d. of her 
pussy. Grace looked at it and smiled. She said Amber would be punished 
anyway for hesitating when she'd been ordered to do something. "I'll open 
all those stripes that Malcolm made." 

Amber caved in and began sobbing. She went to her knees before Grace, 
pleading with the older woman, pleading to be released, to be allowed to 
leave. 

Grace laughed and kicked her away. "You're a stupid little girl. I want you 
to suck me off now. We'll find out whether or not you've done it before." 

Horrified, Amber watched as Grace opened her robe to reveal her thighs and 
belly. Grace wore garter-nylons, beige stockings held up by a white garter 
belt. Her cunt had a thick bush of dark hair. She raised one leg, planted 
her foot on the seat cushion and ordered Amber to, lick her pussy. 

Amber was mesmerized by the brunette's cunt. Despite her fear of Grace, she 
found the older woman incredibly beautiful. And now her cunt was exposed. 
Grace's cunt looked so aggressively sexual. Amber was horrified at the idea 
of licking it, but at the same time she found herself drawn toward the older 
woman's crotch. 

Grace was amused. She opened her cunt with her fingers, showed Amber the 
dark red gash, the red pearl of her clit peeping out of its hood, the 
gathering of white slime at the mouth of her cunthole. "Down at the hole 
first. You get some of the juice on your tongue and, bring it up to my clit. 
You're always to start like that. I'll tell you when I want something else." 

Grace stroked the shaft of her clit with a long fingertip. 

Amber was revolted and fascinated at the same time. She trembled as she 
stared at Grace cunt. "Please don't make me do that!" 

"Are you refusing me?" 

"I won't do it, I won't!" 

Grace brandished the whip, raised it and suddenly brought the lash down on 
Amber s tits. "You'll do it all right!" 

Amber cried out at the searing pain across her tits. She fell forward on her 
knees, her face against Grace's leg. She begged Grace not to hit her again. 
"I'll do what you want!" 

Grace pulled at Amber's head. "Come on, love. If you've never sucked a pussy 
before, I'm going to like it even more. Let's find out how good you are." 

Amber moved closer to Grace's hairy crotch. She was suddenly aware of the 
scent, the smell of a warm aroused cunt. 

Grace laughed, pulled at Amber's head again, pulled Amber's face against her 
cunt. Amber felt the wetness against her nose and mouth, Grace s cuntjuice 
on her lips. 

"Use your tongue," Grace said. "Quickly, darling, before I get annoyed 
again." 

Amber used her tongue. She did what Grace had told her to do. She rolled her 
tongue around the opening of Grace's cunthole, gathered some juice and 
brought it up to Grace s swollen clit. 

During the first moments Amber was completely shocked at what she was doing. 
Eating another woman's cunt! Then the feeling of shock passed. She was doing 
it, doing it out of fear, but doing it nonetheless. 

Again and again she brought some cuntjuice up to Grace's clit with her 
tongue. Then Grace told her to lick her pussy. She told Amber to suck up and 
down with the flat of her tongue. Amber did it. She had the full taste of 
Grace s cunt now and it wasn't as horrible as she'd expected. She licked up 
and down, in broad strokes, from Grace's cunthole to her clit and back 
again. Grace praised her, told her she was doing fine. 

Amber decided she would do anything in order to avoid being whipped again. 
She fluttered her tongue over Grace s clit. Grace held her head, encouraged 
her, and made her tongue her clit awhile and then told her to get her tongue 
inside her cunthole. 

"Get all the way inside," Grace gasped. "See if you can find some gold in 
there." 

The older woman laughed as Amber stuck her tongue deep inside her cunthole. 
Amber's nose rubbed against Grace's clit. The older woman shuddered with 
pleasure. 

Amber rubbed her nose back and forth over Grace's clit as she tongued Grace 
s cunthole. Before long Grace came, her hands pressing Amber's head as she 
squirmed her cunt against Amber's face. 

"That's lovely," Grace sighed. "I'm going to teach you, darling. You're 
going to make a lovely little slave." 

Grace finally pushed Amber away. She laughed at Amber s dazed expression and 
told her to wipe her face. 

The older woman picked up the phone, pressed some buttons and talked into 
it. Amber lay huddled on the floor, naked and trembling and miserable as she 
thought about her debasement. 

Then the door opened and one of the maids came in. 

Amber made to get her robe, but Grace stopped her. " Don't be silly, Louella 
knows all about you." 

Louella's face was blank. She carried a cardboard box that she now put down 
on the floor. She opened the box and brought out some things, a small pile 
of lingerie. 

"Louella wants to dress you," Grace said to Amber. 

In a daze, Amber rose to be dressed. First a bra, a flimsy thing with holes 
in the cups to show her nipples. Louella spent some time adjusting the bra 
so that Amber's tits shown to maximum advantage. Then a black garter belt 
and black nylons. 

Amber sat down and the maid helped her get the stockings on. Amber rose 
again and Louella attached the garter straps. The maid pulled at the 
stockings to get them high and tight on Amber's white thighs. After that, 
shoes were brought out, black pumps with five-inch heels. Amber complained 
she couldn't wear them, but Grace insisted she would learn how. Amber had to 
balance herself in the impossibly high heels. 

Then finally Louella lifted a pair of wrist-shackles out of the box and in a 
few moments Amber found herself with her wrists bound together behind her 
back. 

Grace smiled with approval and sent the maid away. "Perfect. You're a 
perfect little jewel. Now I'll have a little fun with you." 

Chapter Three 

Amber trembled at the look in Grace s eyes, the look of amusement and 
cruelty and domination. 

Grace opened the snaps of her robe and slipped it off. She had a thin hard 
body, the white skin contrasting with the dark tint of her nipples and the 
curled black hair at her crotch. The older woman went to a cabinet, opened 
it and returned with something. 

A shudder ran through Amber when she saw what it was. Grace held a plastic 
cock in her hand, a dildo, a pink life-like thing with straps attached to 
it. 

Grace smiled at Amber, teased her with the artificial cock. "Don't be 
shocked, darling. I'm going to fuck you with this and you're going to love 
it." 

Amber moaned. "Please, I' beg you . . ." 

"Beg all you want, you'll still get fucked. Go down on it, sweet. Pretend 
it's real and get it nice and wet." 

Amber had to get down on her knees to suck the dildo. She felt so degraded. 

Grace chuckled as the plastic cock filled Amber's mouth. "You look good, 
darling. I bet Malcolm had a lovely time with you. Now bend over that chair 
and show me your pretty pussy." 

Grace made Amber bend over an upholstered chair to expose her ass and cunt. 
The older woman came behind Amber and fondled Amber's asscheeks. In a moment 
the knob of the dildo pushed inside Amber's cunt. 

Grace snickered, teasing Amber as the shaft of the dildo went in. Amber 
groaned. It felt just like a cock, maybe not as warm, but it stretched her 
cunt-channel just the way a cock did. 

Her hips moving smoothly, Grace began fucking Amber. She taunted Amber about 
liking it, fucking the dildo in and out of Amber's cunt with long strokes. 
Then she began fucking harder, ramming the plastic cock into Amber's pussy 
as she squeezed and mauled Amber's ass with her hands. 

Amber's cunt gushed with juice and the dildo was soon sliding in and out of 
her cunthole like an oiled piston. It went on and on. Amber realized it 
could last forever. The plastic cock would never get soft. Grace could fuck 
her as long as she pleased and the plastic cock would always be hard. 

Finally Amber came. It was too much. Her body responded to the artificial 
cock and she had an intense orgasm. Grace laughed. 

"I told you," Grace said. She screwed the dildo around in Amber's cunt one 
last time, then pulled it out, un-strapped it and tossed it away. "Now suck 
me, darling. Get down there with your mouth." 

Amber found herself on her knees again, her face pressed against Grace's 
hairy crotch, her tongue probing inside the older woman's wide-open cunt. 
Grace chuckled and stroked her slave's head." 

Amber sucked with abandon now, at intervals filling her mouth with Grace's 
cunt flesh, then pulling back to flutter her tongue up and down in the 
trench of Grace's cunt slit. She sucked up the juice pouring out of Grace's 
cunt. There seemed to be so much of it. Amber's face was drenched. And 
Grace's clit was so hard. Amber licked and sucked Grace's stiff clit. 

Grace mewled with pleasure, holding Amber's head against her crotch. Amber 
lost herself in Grace's cunt, pushing her face against it, her senses filled 
with the smell and taste of the older woman's cunt flesh, her nose rubbing 
against Grace's clit as though her misery might be ended if she could only 
crawl inside Grace's cunthole. 

Grace finally pushed Amber away. She told Amber to get on the floor, to 
stretch out on her back. 

Trembling, Amber did and Grace immediately came over to her, straddled 
Amber's body, squatted over her, then eased down to sit on Amber's upturned 
face. 

"Now suck again," Grace said with a giggle. "Suck my hole!" 

Grace's cunt and ass pressed down on Amber's face. Grace squirmed around, 
until she had Amber's nose in her cunthole. Then she moved again to get 
Amber's tongue in there. Now Amber's nose pressed against Grace's asshole. 

Grace rocked back and forth, rubbing herself off against Amber's face, 
finally groaning and coming, her cunt juice streaming out of her pussy to 
flood Amber's nose and mouth and chin. 

Afterward Amber was made to kneel again. 

A cry came out of her throat when she saw the whip in Grace's hand. Grace 
slapped her, told her to shut up, and then stuffed a rubber ball in her 
mouth. Amber's cries became muffled sobs 

Grace whipped her ass and thighs. She continued whipping the tenderest part 
of Amber's thighs until Amber passed out. 

* 

* 

* 

That evening Amber became a plaything for both Ordways. Malcolm and his 
sister toyed with her. 

Amber wore the lingerie Grace had selected for her and, Malcolm was pleased. 
Amber's wrists were shackled behind her back. She had a ball-gag in her 
mouth. She stood there for their inspection while the Ordways sipped their 
wine. They seemed to enjoy Amber's humiliation She felt so helpless. Her 
tits protruded out of the openings in the cups of the lace bra and her 
nipples were stiff. 

Amber was mortified by the stiffness of her nipples. She told herself it was 
only natural, considering all the sex she'd had, but she hated it 
nevertheless. Amber quivered as she remembered the events of that morning, 
the whipping by Grace, the way she had sucked Grace's cunt. Now Grace sat 
there so completely poised. 

Malcolm told Amber to walk back and forth in front of them. He wanted to see 
her move. He talked about her ass, her bra, and her tits. Amber trembled 
when she heard him ask Grace if she thought they ought to have Amber's 
nipples pierced. Grace said yes, they might do that later on. 

Amber had difficulty walking because of the high heels. They were so 
impossibly high, she could hardly balance herself. She was conscious of the 
fact that she was almost naked while they were completely dressed. She felt 
their eyes on her, on her tits and ass and legs. She knew Malcolm liked her 
legs. She wore dark nylons now and she knew her legs looked good. And her 
tits, too. The open bra made her tits look extremely luscious. Malcolm said 
so. He told Grace he liked Amber's tits. 

Grace was amused. She said Malcolm liked any woman's tits, provided they 
were big enough. 

She told Malcolm how Amber had sucked her cunt that morning. 

"I find her mouth more interesting than her tits," Grace said. 

Amber's ass was still marked. Amber had t show them the marks on her ass. 
Her ass was still tender and she was afraid they would hurt her again. Grace 
saw how afraid Amber was and the older woman immediately decided to whip her 
again. 

They made Amber kneel over a footstool. 

Grace brought out the black whip and Malcolm encouraged her as she began 
whipping Amber's ass. The whip came down with the power she had over Amber. 

Then finally the whipping stopped, and now Grace used the whip handle to 
probe Amber's cunt. Amber groaned as Grace pushed the whip handle inside her 
cunthole. Grace fucked Amber's gash with the black leather handle. 

"She liked the dildo better," Grace said. "She loved it when I fucked her 
with the dildo." Then Grace teased her brother because he had his cock out 
of his pants and he was jerking off while he watched them. "The little slut 
turns you on." 

Amber was wiped out, dumped into misery, praying that she would die. When 
Malcolm came behind her to fuck her, she didn't care any more. She remained 
limp as he drove his cock inside her cunt. 

He squeezed her bruised ass and talked about the feel of her cunt. He fucked 
her hard. Pile his cock in and out of her cunthole. Amber felt his balls 
slapping against her clit each time he shoved forward. She moaned constantly 
against the ball-gag in her mouth. 

Then Grace was beside them, watching her brother fuck Amber, pinching 
Amber's ass and finally drilling a finger inside Amber's asshole. 

"Do her ass!" Grace gasped. "I want to watch while you fuck her ass!" 

Malcolm pulled his cock out of Amber's cunt. She felt his cock knob pushing 
at her asshole, stretching her shitter, and pushing in to widen her shit 
shit-tube. It was so humiliating to have her shitter invaded. The pain was 
brutal. Her asshole was forced wide open. 

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't because of the ball-gag. Malcolm 
talked about her ass. He seemed happy because her asshole was so tight. 
Amber sobbed at the enormous presence in her ass, her shit hole plugged with 
his cock, her degradation. 

Then Grace came around in front of Amber and removed the ball-bag. A whimper 
came out of Amber's throat. 

Grace laughed and positioned herself in front of Amber to get Amber's mouth 
on her cunt. She pressed Amber's face against her reeking cunt, her wet 
pussy against Amber's nose and lips. 

The smell and taste of Grace's cunt dazed Amber. She could smell piss. She 
was horrified because Grace hadn't washed. Then she realized how stupid that 
was. She was a slave and Grace had no need to wash because of her. 

Grace slapped Amber until Amber started working her tongue in. She lapped at 
the slime in Grace's cunt. And all the while Malcolm's cock drove in and out 
of her asshole. Grace pulled at Amber's head as Malcolm fucked Amber s 
shithole. 

Finally Malcolm came. He shot his load inside Amber's ass, pumping hard at 
the end and then screwing his cock around as he finished. His prick popped 
out of her asshole. 

He came around to the front to replace Grace and have Amber take care of his 
cock. She had to clean his cock with her mouth, sucking at his shit streaked 
prick to get it clean. She tasted and smelled her own ass, overwhelmed by 
her, disgust. How she hated him! 

Grace laughed and teased Malcolm about shit on his cock. She asked Malcolm 
if he still thought Amber was so pretty. Malcolm fucked his cock in and out 
of Amber's face, running his fingers, around her lips to feel the way her 
mouth was stretched by his cock. 

Then Amber had to suck his fingers because he wasn't sure if they were 
clean. She was so miserable. She was certain hell couldn't be any worse than 
this. 

Malcolm wanted his cock hard again, and he went to sit in a chair and called 
Amber to him. 

She crawled over the rug to his feet, then rose up on her knees and took his 
cock in her mouth. 

Amber filled her mouth with Malcolm's cock. At least, it was clean now. She 
could taste nothing on his cock except her own saliva. She bobbed her head 
up and down, fucking his cock with her mouth. His prick was still limp, but 
it slowly hardened as she sucked it. Malcolm said she'd be whipped again if 
she didn't get him hard. Grace threatened her also. 

Amber was frantic, striving to give him a stiff prick, but she couldn't seem 
to do it. His cock never became more than half-hard and she was afraid they 
would whip her again. 

Then Malcolm pushed her away. He rose and turned on the chair, kneeling on 
the seat, to present his ass to Amber's face. Grace clapped her hands and 
ordered Amber to suck his ass. 

"That should work," Grace said. "You'll do that and he'll get a hard-on." 

Amber's heart sank. She stared at his ass, his hairy asscrack, and the 
puckered ring of his asshole. She was filled with revulsion. But she 
couldn't bear the thought of being whipped again. 

Trembling, she moved forward to get her mouth on his ass. She licked his 
asscrack first and avoiding his asshole, working on his balls and along the 
crack around his ass. She hoped he would get a hard-on before she had to do 
his shitter. But it was no use. She finally had to focus on his asshole. 

She tickled it with her tongue, her eyes closed, her mind trying to pretend 
she was doing something else, something less horrible. 

Grace laughed and pinched Amber's ass. "Suck it, darling, you've got to suck 
it." 

And Amber had to do it. She had to place her tongue her lip against his 
asshole and get inside and move it around until his cock got s hard. It took 
a while, but finally his cock was stiff and she was allowed to stop. 

Malcolm's asscrack was drenched with her saliva and Amber shuddered as she 
turned her face away. 

Grace wanted to be fucked now. She fondled her brother's cock and balls and 
said she wanted him in her cunt. The brunette bent over the arm of a chair 
and offered him her cunt from the rear. 

Malcolm moved behind his sister and affectionately stroked her ass. Amber 
was shocked as she watched it. She thought Grace looked so wanton bent over 
like that with her dark cunt showing at the junction of her thighs. 

Malcolm pushed the knob of his cock at Grace's slit and entered her 
cunthole. Grace made a sound of pleasure and wiggle her ass. A quiver of 
excitement went through Amber. She couldn't help being excited. They were 
brother and sister and what they were doing was so awful. Amber wondered 
what else they did. Did Grace suck his cock? Did Malcolm ever fuck Grace in 
the ass? 

Malcolm's cock sawed in and out of his sister's cunthole stretched around 
his sliding cockshaft. 

Amber could see the cuntjuice glistening on his veined prick as it moved in 
and out. She looked at Grace's face, at the features twisted with pleasure. 
Then she looked at Malcolm's cock again, at his hairy balls swinging back 
and forth. Watching them fuck was certainly exciting. Amber was getting 
turned on. She heard Malcolm's grunt as he gripped his sister's ass. 

His eyes bulged with excitement. He smiled at Amber and told her to get her 
face against his ass. 

"Come on, get with it!" he screamed. "Make yourself useful!" 

She moved behind him, behind his muscular ass and swinging balls. Men looked 
like such animals when they fucked. She moved her head underneath his ass to 
get at his balls. Before long he would shoot a load in his sister's body. 

Amber opened heir mouth, caught one of his balls and held it with her lips, 
sucked it while he fucked Grace. She had her face turned upward under his 
balls and she could see his cock going in and out of Grace's cunt, his thick 
cockshaft spearing Grace s cunt flesh. 

Amber sucked his hairy nuts one after the other, her eyes on the joining of 
cock and cunt, the sliding friction of the fuck, the white mess of Grace's 
cuntjuice, where Malcolm's cock had churned it into froth. 

A fever of lust came over Amber. She had never seen anything like this; she 
had never been so close to a cock fucking a wide-open cunt. She move back to 
Malcolm's ass, turned her face and pressed it into his asscrack. Using both 
hands, she pulled his asscheeks open to expose his asshole. She w latched it 
awhile, watched his shitter opening and closing, his shitter twitching as he 
fucked his sister. 

Amber felt drawn to his asshole, like a piece of metal drawn to magnet. She 
started licking it, swabbing her tongue up and down his asscrack as his ass, 
continued to move. She marveled at what she was doing. She felt A mixture of 
revulsion and excitement. She told herself she was doing it because she was 
afraid they would whip her. 

She heard Grace mewling with pleasure. Then Malcolm was coming. His asshole 
opened and Amber's tongue pushed inside. She drilled her tongue deep inside 
his ass a he came. His asshole contracted around her tongue as he shot his 
load inside his sister's cunt. 

Grace was coming now also, calling out to Malcolm, tossing her hips front 
side to side. Amber slurped and sucked at Malcolm's asshole. She had a 
sudden understanding of what it meant to be a slave. She hated it, but at 
least now she understood it. Malcolm's asshole was open and loose to her 
tongue and she had the taste of his ass in her mouth. 

Finally Malcolm groaned pulled his cock out of Grace's cunt and his ass away 
from Amber's mouth and he fell a way to the side in a heap. 

Grace remained as she was, still bent over the arm of the chair, her cunt 
gaping. She ordered Amber to suck her cunthole. 

A shudder went through Amber as she moved forward. She knew what she would 
find, Malcolm's jism in Grace's cunt, his thick spunk inside Grace's 
cunthole. 

Amber trembled with disgust. But she had to do it. Grace would hurt her if 
she refused. 

Grace's cunt was such a mess now, but Amber knew she had to do it. She 
closed her eyes and moved in. She tried to ignore the smell, the wetness. 

She started licking, first on the outside and then just inside Grace's 
fucked-out cunthole. 

Amber licked up Malcolm's jism gathering it out of Grace's cunt and taking 
it inside her own mouth. Like a feast. Like a hungry little girl. More like 
a pig at a trough, Amber thought. 

She sucked Malcolm's jism out of his sister's cunt. Grace mewled with 
pleasure, rolling her ass against Amber's face, telling Amber how good it 
was, and urging her slave to get everything out. It wasn't long before Grace 
came again. The older woman groaned loudly as she pushed her cunt against 
Amber's mouth. 

Amber sucked, her nose pushing against Grace's asshole, pushing at the dark 
shitter, then pushing inside. 

Grace wen t wild and finally pulled away giggling. She made Amber lie on her 
back and she squatted over Amber's face. 

"My greedy little slave," Grace said. And the next moment she started 
pissing. 

Amber was horrified, paralyzed with disgust and shock. The hot piss gushed 
out of Grace's, cunt to drench Amber's ' face. Grace laughed. Malcolm 
laughed. Amber shuddered and kept her eyes tightly closed. 

* 

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* 

A few day's later Amber's worst fears were realized. She was at breakfast 
with Grace. It was an ordinary morning, a lovely day, with the sound of the 
birds in the garden audible through the open windows in the breakfast room 
The maids scurried back and forth serving their coffee and toast. 

Both Grace and Amber wore dressing gowns. Amber had already bathed and 
perfumed her body. She knew what Grace was like in the morning. This morning 
she saw a gleam in Grace's eyes. She had no idea what it meant, but before 
long she would find out. 

After breakfast, Grace ordered Amber upstairs to Grace's bedroom. 

"You can help me dress," Grace said. 

They went upstairs and Amber helped Grace choose her clothes. Then Grace 
wanted a bath and Amber had to assist with that, too. Amber felt like a maid 
as she hovered around Grace to do her bidding. 

After the bath, Grace went on her knees on the bed and said she wanted her 
ass kissed before Amber went down on her. 

"Show me how much you adore me," Grace said. 

Amber kissed and licked Grace's ass like an obedient slave, her mouth moving 
over the white flesh. Then she sucked Grace's cunt from behind, nibbling at 
the older woman's cuntlips, pulling it them with her teeth and then driving 
her tongue inside Grace's cunthole the way Grace liked it. Grace's cuntjuice 
was soon flowing heavily, and Amber carefully sucked up as much of the 
pussy-cream as she could get. 

"Do it everywhere," Grace gasped. 

She pulled her asscheeks apart with her hands to make sure Amber understood 
what she wanted. Of course Amber understood. She moved her mouth up to 
Grace's dark little asshole and began sucking it. She knew her duty. She 
licked and sucked Grace's asshole until Grace began moaning with pleasure. 

A shudder ran through Grace as Amber's tongue screwed inside her ass. 
"That's lovely!" 

Grace laughed and. pulled her ass away from Amber's face. She turned and 
patted Amber's cheek. 

"You're almost a perfect little slave. Almost but not quite. You need just a 
bit more training. Don't you think so, darling?" 

Amber felt the pounding of her heart. She knew something was up. She could 
tell by the tone of Grace's voice. "I . . . I don't understand." 

Grace laughed. "Of course you don't." 

And then she told Amber what she had in mind. Amber had to be trained to be 
completely obedient, to do everything she was told. For the rest of the day, 
Amber was to entertain Grimley, the butler. 

"I know you dislike him," Grace said. "But that's the point, isn't it?" 

Amber closed her eyes and thought she might faint. She heard Grace call 
Grimley on the phone. No, not Grimley! Amber thought. But of course her 
desires were irrelevant. She was distraught. 

Grimley arrived, Amber was silent as he led her away. Grace had known about 
it all morning. Grimley's strong hand gripped Amber's arm as he led her to 
his quarters. He lived in a dingy attic room, a cluttered space with 
tattered furniture and grimy walls. 

He snickered at her as he closed the door. "I knew sooner or later I would 
get you." 

He patted her ass Then he sit down near, the small window and told her to 
drop her robe. 

"Show me the goods, cutie." 

Amber slipped out of her robe. She hated and feared him. He was an ugly man, 
with cruel eyes that frightened her. Now his eyes were hot with lust as they 
raked over her body, her black lace garter belt and beige nylons and the 
pumps with five-inch heels that Grace always made her wear. 

"Lord, what a piece!" he said. "They do know how to get you up, don't they? 
Feeling bashful, Miss.?" 

Grimley chuckled. He said he knew all about what they did with her, the 
orgies with brother and sister how she served them as a slave. 

"You suck their asses whenever they want it don't you?" 

His eyes looked feverish as they feasted on her body on her tits and ass on 
her nylon-clad legs. He rubbed his cock through his pants. He said she 
turned him on. He said he'd been thinking about fucking her ever since Mr. 
Ordway brought her to the house. 

"He knows how to find them," Grimley said. 

"Last year he had a redhead here, and I mean they had her doing tricks like 
you wouldn't believe. They had that girl on a leash, crawling around like a 
dog and doing their tricks. He fucks you in the ass doesn't he? Sure he 
does. Come on, turn around a bit and show me the little butt. That's the 
girl! Sure he fucks you in the ass, he'd be crazy not to. And the other one, 
too. She uses that rubber cock she has, doesn't she?" 

He laughed at Amber as he made her admit everything. She was too afraid of 
him not to play along. She thought that if she humored him she might get 
away from him more quickly. Her misery was total. She couldn't imagine being 
more miserable than she was at that moment. 

Grimley proceeded to have his fun with her. He made her show her cunt. She 
had to move her legs apart and pull her cuntlips open to show her cunthole. 
His eyes devoured her. He said she looked tasty and maybe later he would 
suck her pussy. He brought his cock out of his pants. He had a pale prick 
with a foreskin. 

He snickered at Amber as he skinned his prick to expose his knob. "His 
Eminence likes to be friendly." 

Then he called Amber forward. She stood in front of him while he fondled her 
tits. He ran his hand over her belly and thighs, stroking her soft skin. 

Amber closed her eyes as his hand moved between her legs. In a moment his 
fingers were inside her cunt, probing her cunthole, pulling at her cuntlips. 
Then she had to turn around to show him her ass. 

He told her what he wanted. She had to bend forward and pull her asscheeks 
open with her hands to show her asshole. "That's the way they do it in the 
army, except in the army it's not a pretty girl like you are. No, don't 
move. Stay like that. Tell me about Mr. Ordway. Do you like it when he fucks 
your ass?" 

He made her talk. He made her tell him about Malcolm. He snickered at her 
embarrassment. Amber hated him and she wanted to die. Grimley laughed and 
touched her asshole with his fingertip. The finger pushed in. sliding slowly 
inside her ass. He turned the finger around a bit and then slowly pulled it 
out again. Then he made her, face him again and he ordered her to suck the 
finger. 

"Lick and suck," he said "Show me how much you like your ass. 

A shudder went through Amber as she took his finger inside her mouth. I'm a 
slave, she thought. I'm nothing but a miserable slave. 

Chapter Four 

Grimley was in no hurry as he enjoyed himself with Amber. He tied up her 
tits, wrapped clothesline around each tit so that her tits bulged out 
obscenely. He made her kneel, then he tied her wrists behind her back. He 
taunted her with his cock, waving it in front of her face. 

Amber could see the cruelty in his eyes. She trembled with fear. Then he 
went behind her and pushed his finger inside her ass again. As before, she 
had to clean his finger with her mouth to amuse him. 

He made her stand. He started talking to her about the Ordwsys, about the 
other slaves they'd had. He pulled at Amber's nipples, twisting them as he 
talked. He smiled as she moaned. 

Then he brought over a bottle of baby oil and poured some on the fingers of 
his right hand. He made Amber bend over and then his fingers worked in her 
asscrack. He squeezed three fingers inside her asshole, turning his fingers, 
stretching her shitter. He made her kneel on the floor with her face against 
the carpet and her ass raised. His fingers pinched in and out of her gaping 
asshole. She wanted to die. She knelt there on the moldy rug while he 
stepped back and striped his clothes off. 

Then he came to her. He had a thin pale body, his skin pasty white in 
places. He made her look at his cock. His balls hung low like a pair of 
walnuts in a wrinkled sac His cock was still soft, his foreskin covering his 
cock-knob. He moved forward to rub the tip of his prick against her lips. 

Amber could smell him. His cock and balls smelled awful. 

He rubbed his limp cock back and forth across her mouth. "Come on, open up, 
girl. Suck the lollipop." 

She opened her mouth and he pushed forward to fill it. His foreskin slid 
back to expose his cock-knob. She almost retched at the taste of his prick. 
She was helpless. She knew that if she resisted him, he would hurt her. 

Grimley chuckled as he started fucking her face. "Use your tongues sweetie! 
Show some sprit or I'll paddle your ass!" 

She tired to keep her mind blank. She tried to avoid thinking about her 
misery. She rolled her tongue around his cock as he fucked her face. His 
prick was slowly getting hard, slowly stiffening in her mouth, slowly 
turning into a fat sausage. 

Finally he pushed her away. He ordered her to squat, to get her ass off the 
floor. He crouched down to fondle her, his hand roaming over her back and 
asscheeks and then underneath to pull at her cuntlips. He laughed as she 
squirmed. He teased her about being ticklish 

"Grace makes you suck her off, doesn't she?" 

Amber had to admit everything. Grimley dragged all the details out of her, 
her abuse by Grace, the way she had to go down on Grace anytime the older 
woman wanted it. He made her talk about Grace while he had his, finger in 
her ass. At intervals she had to stop talking while he stuck his finger in 
her mouth to clean it. He told Amber she was lucky that Grace had kept her 
so long. 

"She usually gets rid of theme after a few weeks. Most of them stay here a 
few weeks and then they have one of their parties and the girls get 
auctioned off. You've been here more than a month now, so I guess she likes 
you. Maybe she likes the way you eat her ass." He laughed, cackling at her 
discomfort, as he continued violating her asshole with his fingers. 

Finally he pulled his fingers out of her ass and left her squatting there on 
the rug. She heard him rummaging in a closet, and before long he returned 
with an empty pail. He made her lift up so that he could get the pail 
beneath her ass. 

Amber found it hard to balance herself because of the way her wrists were 
tied behind her back, but he forced her to do it. "What do you think the 
pail is for?" 

"I don't know." 

"You're going to piss in it." 

Amber groaned. "Please don t make me do that!" 

He pinched one of her nipples, his fingernails digging so hard into her 
tender flesh that she thought she would pass out from the pain. 

"Go on, piss in the pail!" 

She had no choice. The piss dribbled out of her pussy at first, and then it 
started gushing in a steady stream. She did have to go. Lord, how she hated 
him! 

She pissed in the pail, the sound of it making her more miserable than ever. 
She was aware of his eyes on her, his leering eyes He stroked her ass as the 
piss came out, then his hand slid underneath to get some of the piss on his 
fingers. 

Amber was overcome with shame and revulsion. A shudder went through her as 
he brought his wet fingers up to her mouth and made her clean them. 

"Not so fancy now, are you? I saw the way you looked at me when you first 
came here. But now you re not so fancy any more." He chuckled as she licked 
her piss off his fingers. 

After that she begged him to fuck her and get it over with. His cock looked 
stiff enough to fuck, and she thought if she could get him off, he'd let her 
go. 

But he wasn't that easy. He made her get off the pail and squat again. His 
fingers slipped around and under her ass to robe her cunthole. 

He pushed his forefinger inside her cunt and his middle finger inside her 
ass and he finger fucked both holes until Amber groaned. 

He laughed and slapped her asscheeks. He said she was a hot little bitch. 
Her misery boiled over, and she started crying, and he liked that even more. 
He chuckled with amusement as the tears streamed out of her eyes. 

He pulled and twisted her nipples, and then he came around in front of her 
and made her take his funky balls in her mouth. She thought she'd gag. He 
helped with his fingers, stuffing his ball bag inside, her mouth as he 
warned her to be careful with her teeth. He said he'd chop her neck and kill 
her if she didn't behave. She sucked his balls and prayed for the end of it. 

She had to remain in a squatting position while he continued toying with 
her. Then suddenly he took hold of the pail, raised it and dumped the piss 
it contained on her back. He laughed as Amber cried out. She was horrified, 
as the warm piss ran down her back and over her ass. 

Grimley cackled with glee when he saw how upset s She was. He reached 
underneath to rub the piss over her cunt, smearing it over her cunt lips and 
then over her asshole. Then he moved his hand to her face and rubbed her 
piss over her forehead and cheeks and mouth. 

"It's good for you, sweetie. It's just what you need." 

After that he came behind her forced her head down on the rug and shoved his 
cock inside her cunthole with a single stroke. 

"Sweet little cunt, you're all mine now." 

He fucked her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt while she 
knelt there on the rug. 

Then gradually he flicked faster, his hands gripping her ass, his prick 
driving relentlessly in and out of her cunt hole. She could feel his balls 
swinging against her clit. Her body jumped each time he slammed forward. 

Forget him, she thought, pretend it's someone else. But the pretense was a 
sham. It was Grimley, the butler, who was fucking her and she hated every 
moment of it. She was still wet from the piss he had dumped on her. Her own 
piss! She had never in her life felt so degraded. This was much worse than 
anything the Ordways had made her do. This was a smelly old servant, an old 
man with an old body. The only thing young about Grimley was his cock. 

She had to admit he knew how to fuck. He's still vigorous. God, how she 
hated him, how she hated the way he treated her like an animal. 

He suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Before she had time to get 
ready for it, he pushed his prick deep inside her ass. There was still some 
oil left in her shitter and it wasn't as bad as she feared. She tried to 
relax. 

Her asshole had been stretched a good deal by the Ordways, and if she 
relaxed, she knew could take Grimley's cock without any lubricant. The old 
bastard, he obviously liked it. They all like it. Malcolm always fucked her 
ass and so did Grace when she used the dildo. 

Now, Grimley was pumping his cock in her ass, reaming out her shit-tube She 
felt like she had to shit but she knew the signal was false. She felt so 
debased, so completely degraded. 

Grimley grunted behind her, fucking his cock in and out of her stretched 
asshole, and then, finally his fuck pace quickened and he groaned and shot 
off inside her shitter. She felt the wetness and the softening of his cock 
and she shuddered with disgust. 

* 

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* 

Grimley had told the truth about Amber's future. It was no more than a week 
later that Grace informed Amber she would be one of the star attractions at 
a party the Ordways were planning for their friends. 

"I'm sure they'll adore you," Grace said. "You must promise me you'll behave 
yourself." 

What she meant was that she expected Amber to do everything she was told, to 
be completely obedient. Amber trembled with apprehension, wondering what the 
Ordway party 

Might hold in store for her. She remembered what Grimly had said about slave 
girls at auction. The idea was horrible. But she knew that if she as much as 
complained, Grace would whip her until she bled. Amber told herself she had 
to go along with it. Some how she had to cope with whatever the future might 
bring. 

When the evening of the party arrived, the Ordway house was in a flurry. The 
servants rushed to and froth to get the various rooms ready for the guests. 
As soon as the sun went down, the cars began arriving in the circular 
driveway. Amber saw license plates from half a dozen states as she peered 
out of the window in her room. She couldn't help being excited. She'd been a 
captive in the Ordway house for so long, she was eager to see some other 
people. 

Grace had already warned her that no one would help her and that she wasn't 
to ask for as anyone's help, but at least there would be other people than 
the Ordways in the house for a change. Yes, she would behave. She was 
obedient now. She was too frightened of Grace and Malcolm to defy them. She 
was obedient now. She was too afraid they would whip her, or even worse, 
send her to Grimley again. They still shackled her and gagged her, but they 
hardly ever whipped her any more and she was always terrified whenever they 
threatened to do it again. 

Amber had to remain in her room until the party was well underway. She could 
hear the large crowd down in the ballroom and on the terrace. She had a 
ball-gag in her mouth. Her body was completely covered by a long cape. 
Beneath the cape, her wrists were shackled behind her back. She wore the 
under things that Malcolm liked, an open bra that showed her nipples, a 
black leather garter belt and opaque black nylons. And of course the pumps 
with five-inch heels. She was used to them now. She was used to the height 
and she had no trouble walking. Parading. Malcolm and Grace liked to watch 
her parading in the heels. They would get turned on and stroke her ass and 
then one of them would fuck her. 

Then finally Grimley came for Amber and he led her downstairs to the party. 
She trembled now, wondering what it would be like. 

As they stepped into the crowded ballroom, Amber's heart pounded as she saw 
everyone turn to stare at her. It seemed like a hundred eyes were on her. 
Did they know she was a slave? Yes, of course they did, she could see it in 
their eyes, all the eyes staring at her, some with amusement and others with 
intense curiosity. 

They were all in evening clothes, prosperous looking, men, and chic-looking 
women. The jewels and sequins glittered under the huge chandelier that hung 
suspended from the high ceiling. 

Grace came over to Amber, smiled at her, removed the ball-gag and held a 
wineglass to her lips. "Drink, darling. Everyone thinks you're lovely." 

Amber blushed as she sipped the wine. Then the ball-gag was replaced. She 
could feel the tension in the air as Grace led her to the center of the 
room. 

Grace smiled kissed Amber's cheek and then unhooked the cape and slowly 
pulled it away. 

Amber's heart pounded as she heard the exclamations around her. She wanted 
to flee. Instead she stood there, unable to move, her mouth stuffed with a 
black rubber ball, her wrists shackled behind her back, and she was wearing 
nothing but a flimsy bra that showed her nipples and a garter belt and 
nylons. Her pussy and ass were completely uncovered. 

Everyone looked at her, women and men alike, and now for the first time 
Amber realized that everyone in the room thought of her as merely something 
to possess. Something to amuse them, a young woman bound and gagged and 
naked, presented to them at a party as an anti-climax to the dessert they'd 
had at dinner 

She wasn't alone. Before long, another young woman was brought forward and 
introduced to the crowd as Leona. Amber hadn't seen her before, hadn't 
noticed anyone like her in the crowd. Leona also had a ball-gag in, her 
mouth and she also wore a cape that covered her completely. She was a blonde 
girl with a pale white face. 

The woman who had brought Leona to the center of the room now unhooked 
Leona's cape and drew it away to show Leona to the crowd. 

"Now that's a cute one," a female voice said. 

Amber shuddered. Leona wore blue lace garter belt and blue nylons. Her tits 
were bare, each pink nipples pierced by a small gold ring. And Amber could 
see two other rings down at her pussy slit. Leona' s cuntlips had been 
pierced high enough so that the rings showed when her legs were together. 
And then Leona turned and Amber saw that permanent scars marked her ass, as 
if she'd been deliberately cut in order to be scarred. When Leona faced her 
again, their eyes met and Amber found herself trembling. 

After that, the crowd gradually drifted away. For the time being, Amber and 
Leona were only there to be looked at. Those who hadn't seen them close up 
came to have a look and then these people also moved on. Some people even 
seemed bored, as if they had seen slaves before and Amber and Leona were 
just two more to be looked at and forgotten. 

Some people spoke quietly to Grace, evidently about Amber, but others merely 
looked and wandered off. Amber had no idea what was going on. She was too 
upset, too embarrassed by her nakedness and the signs of her slavery to 
think about what if all might mean. 

Eventually Grace led Amber away, out of the ballroom and into a small 
sitting room. 

Grace smiled at Amber's confusion. "You've caused some interest, darling, 
and I expect a number of them will be bidding for -you later on. I'm very 
pleased." 

The auction, Amber remembered what Grimley had told her. Evidently tonight 
she would be auctioned off to the highest bidder just as Grimley had said. 
Amber's blood ran cold. She felt faint and she thought she would fall. 

Grace laughed and steadied her, then pinched one of her nipples to get her 
attention again. "I've brought you here to be privately inspected by 
someone. I want you perfect, darling. I'll be very angry with you if 
anything goes wrong." 

And the next moment, the door opened and a woman entered. Amber recognized 
her as, the woman who brought Leona forward to the center of the ballroom. 
She was a tall woman, regal looking, not young any more but still extremely 
attractive. She seemed completely at ease as she closed the door, and move 
toward them. 

She spoke to Grace, but her eyes never left Amber. "It so nice of you to do 
this." 

Grace chuckled. "Martha, you know I wouldn't refuse you." 

"As long as there's money involved, I suppose you wouldn't." 

"Don't be so crass, darling I thought we were friends." 

"She's lovely." 

"I told you she was." Grace turned to Amber. "You ought, to be flattered 
that. Mrs. Bowman likes you." 

Martha Bowman smiled at Amber, a mocking smile that said, I know what I want 
and at the moment you interest me. She reached out and touched one of 
Amber's nipples. She rubbed the nipple back and forth, and then she took the 
nipple between her forefinger and thumb and pinched it briefly. "She knows 
all the essentials, I assume." 

Grace nodded. "She certainly dose." 

"She ought to have her nipples pierced. And down there too." 

"Well, You can have it done if you take her." 

They made Amber walk back and forth for the amusement of Mrs. Bowman. They 
talked about Amber's figure, about her tits and ass, and about the 
shapeliness of her legs. 

Mrs. Bowman seemed impressed by Amber's obedience. "I'd like a few minutes 
alone with her." 

Grace agreed and soon left the room. When the door closed, Mrs. Bowman 
smiled at Amber and removed the ball from Amber's mouth. "Is that more 
comfortable?" 

Amber nodded. "Thank you. 

Mrs. Bowman smiled again, a cold smile that chilled Amber's heart. "Is it 
true you're, obedient?" 

"Yes." 

"Then get down on the floor and kiss my shoes. Show me how obedient you 
are." 

And so it began. Amber, went down on her knees before Mrs. Bowman, lowered 
her head to kiss the woman's shoes. Then Mrs. Bowman wanted her ankles and 
legs kissed and Amber had to work her -mouth up along Mrs. Bowman's nylon 
-covered legs. 

When she reached Mrs. Bowman s knees, the older woman pushed Amber away and 
snickered. "Yes, I like you. Tell me about the Ordways. What do they do with 
you?" 

Amber blushed "I don't know if I ought to say anything." 

"You're to obey me." 

Amber quivered and began talking. Mrs. Bowman smiled as Amber told her about 
the quirks of the Ordways. She seemed particularly amused by the idea of 
Grace fucking Amber with a dildo. "She has it strapped on?" 

"Yes," Amber replied. 

"That's lovely. Stand up now." When Amber rose Mrs. Bowman fondled Amber's 
tits. Using thumbs and forefingers, she pinched Amber's nipples, pulling 
them out to test their extension. "We'll have them pierced. I think they'll 
be much prettier with rings." 

After that she made Amber kneel on the floor again. She ordered Amber to 
pull her ass cheeks open to expose her asshole. 

Her head on the rug, her hands reaching back to spread her asscheeks, Amber 
trembled as Mrs. Bowman moved behind her to look at her ass. A long moment 
passed and Mrs. Bowman said nothing. Amber thought she heard the woman 
sighing. 

Then suddenly Mrs. Bowman raised her foot and planted it on the small of 
Amber's back. The pointed heel of Mrs. Bowman's shoe dug into Amber's 
asshole. 

Mrs. Bowman giggled as the heel worked its way inside Amber's ass. "It's not 
as big as Grace's dildo, is it?" 

She finally pulled the heel out of Amber's ass and pushed her away with her 
foot. When Amber looked at. Mrs. Bowman again, she found the older woman had 
seated herself in an easy chair across the room. As Amber watched, Mrs. 
Bowman carefully pulled her dress up to reveal her full white thighs and 
hairy crotch. She w r no panties, only a garter belt to hold up her nylons. 
After lifting her knees, she spread them wide to more thoroughly expose 
herself. 

"Clean my ass," Mrs. Bowman said. "Let's find out how obedient you really 
are." 

Amber was mortified. But the cold look in Mrs. Bowman's eyes terrified her 
and she had no will to resist. She crawled toward Mrs. Bowman on her knees. 
Her wrists were still shackled behind her back and her movements were 
awkward. Finally, she was there, kneeling on the floor at Mrs. Bowman's 
feet, her face directly in front of the older woman's spread thighs. 

Mrs. Bowman snickered. "I'll take you away if you're good. I'll take you 
away and you'll certainly be better off than you are here. You and Leona 
will make a lovely pair." 

Was there reason for Amber to hope? She told herself it was either that or 
loses her mind. 

She had to hope for something some change that, would end her torment or at 
least reduce it. She wanted to please Mrs. Bowman. If that was the way to 
get out of the Ordway house, she had no choice. 

Mrs. Bowman's cunt looked so riper the lips unfurled and spread to each side 
like the wings of a butterfly. She was very hairy, the hair growing thickly 
along her cuntlips and then down into the crack of her ass, and around her 
asshole. Her asshole was thick-lipped and it looked soft, almost like a 
second cunthole. 

Amber moved forward. Her tongue came out. She began licking Mrs. Bowman's 
full fleshed asshole. 

Mrs. Bowman murmured something, and then she sighed and ran her fingers over 
Amber's head. Amber showed her diligence. Again and again lapped her tongue 
over Mrs. Bowman's asshole. She began rubbing her nose against Mrs. Bowman's 
clit, hoping to get the older woman off as quickly as possible. 

Mrs. Bowman giggled and stopped her. She made Amber do her asshole first, 
made her get her tongue inside to thoroughly ream it out. 

Then Amber had to tongue Mrs. Bowman's cunthole. Mrs. Bowman helped, holding 
her cuntlips apart with her fingers while Amber tongued and sucked the juice 
out of her cunthole. And then finally Amber was allowed to lick the older 
woman's swollen clit. By this time Mrs. Bowman was near a climax. She told 
Amber what she wanted. She had Amber slip two fingers inside her asshole 
while Amber licked her clit. 

Sounds of pleasure came out of Mrs. Bowman's throat. She said she would take 
Amber from the Ordways. She said Amber was a delightful little slave. "Now 
my pee hole, darling. Suck my; piss while I come." 

Amber was caught by surprise, but she quickly fastened her mouth over the 
middle of Mrs. Bowman's slit and caught the piss as it came out. 

Mrs. Bowman groaned and shuddered, holding Amber's head as she climaxed, the 
hot piss gushing out of her cunt to fill Amber's mouth and flow down her 
throat. 

I want to die, Amber thought. Dear God, I want to die! 

Chapter Five 

"They're all vicious," Leona said. "You'll find out soon enough how awful 
they can be." 

They were in Amber's room in the Bowman house. She had just arrived that 
morning and now Leona was helping her get settled while she told Amber about 
the Bowmans. 

Amber looked at the slender blonde. "Then why don't you leave if they're so 
awful?" 

Leona giggled. "I like it here." 

"I . . . I don't understand." 

"It turns me on. The meaner they get, the more it turns me on. Crazy, huh? 
Then I guess I'm a little crazy." 

Amber frowned. She'd already suspected that Leona liked the treatment she 
received from the Bowmans. Leona enjoyed being a slave. Amber couldn't 
imagine why. She looked around the room. It wasn't much, a spare room with 
hardly any furniture, but at least it was clean. She would have hated it if 
the room had been dirty. 

Amber was still hopeful she might get her freedom back. She prayed there 
would be a chance for her. In the meantime she was grateful to have Leona as 
a friend. How strange it was to have another slave as a friend. 

They were a family. Leona described them all. Martha Bowman and her husband 
Edward and the Bowman children. The children were grown, in their early 
twenties. The girl was Denise and the boy was Justin. Leona said Mrs. Bowman 
was the worst of the lot. She said Mrs. Bowman was completely kinky. Mr. 
Bowman, on the other hand, was just dizzy. He liked certain things, and as 
long as he was happy, he wasn't a bother. 

"He'll fuck your ass a lot," Leona said. "Do you like that?" 

Amber blushed. "I hate it." 

"And do the other things." 

"What other things?" 

"The toilet stuff. You know about the toilet stuff." Leona snickered when 
she saw the blank look on Amber s face. " You'll find out. There's that and 
the whipping." 

Leona talked about the whipping She said 

Mrs. Bowman and her daughter did most of that. She showed Amber her scars, 
the marks on her ass. Leona raised he skirt, under which she wore nothing, 
and she turned to show Amber the stripes on her bare ass. 

"I don't get it much any more, but they used to do it a lot." 

Amber was afraid. She hated being whipped. She thought the marks on Leona's 
asscheeks were horrible. Once again prayed she would somehow get free. 

Leona continued talking about her life with the Bowmans as she sat beside 
Amber on the bed. She moved closer to Amber and took her hand. "I liked you 
the minute I saw you." 

Amber smiled. Then she quivered as Leona's free hand moved up to strokes her 
tits through her blouse. 

"Please don't," Amber said. 

"You've got nice boobs." 

"Please Leona." 

"Let me suck you off." 

Amber refused. Leona had already told, her that woman turned her on. Amber 
put her off. 

She said she was too nervous. Now she realized she was frightened of Leona. 

Smiling at Amber, Leona sits back against the headboard and pulled her skirt 
up to her belly. She spread her thighs to reveal her blonde pussy. She toyed 
with the gold rings that pierced her cuntlips. 

Leona found her clit with her forefinger and started masturbating. 
"Sometimes I get so hot." 

Amber couldn't help watching it. The sight of Leona's fingers rubbing her 
pink cunt flesh mesmerized her. Amber found herself getting turned on as she 
watched Leona's clit stiffen and extend from its little hood. But she kept 
her distance. She was too afraid of her feelings. With Grace Ordway and Mrs. 
Bowman, she'd been forced to do things. But this was different. With Leona 
she could refuse. She knew Leona wouldn't force her. 

Leona frigged her pussy until she came. A shudder of excitement went through 
Amber as she watched the blonde have her orgasm. Leona's cunthole gaped 
open, widened by Leona's fingers, a milky slime slowly streaming out as she 
groaned and squirmed her ass. 

Amber trembled. Grace Ordway came like that, the juice pouring out of her, 
thick and white. Amber remembered all the times she had serviced Grace, her 
mouth clamped to Grace's cunt, her tongue and lips feeding on Grace's flow 
of cunt-cream. 

After that Leona said they had to dress. They had instructions from Mrs. 
Bowman. Leona offered to help Amber. 

"If you don't get it right, she gets annoyed. And if she get annoyed, she 
may wind up whipping you. You'd better let me help. Anyway, you can't do it 
all yourself." 

Amber agreed. She felt better when Leona pulled her skirt down and left the 
bed. For the time being Leona's lesbian pitch was over. 

Leona went to a drawer and brought out the things Amber had to wear. It 
wasn't much, just black fishnet stocking and a garter belt. Leona helped 
Amber adjust the garters to get the stockings tight. 

Then Leona brought out the shackles and coupled Amber's wrists behind her 
back. She helped Amber step into a pair of pumps with five-inch heels. Amber 
felt so much like a slave again now. This was the way she had dressed in the 
Ordway house. She was about to express her misery to Leona when the blonde 
brought out a ball-gag and pushed t to Amber's mouth with a giggle. 

"You look adorable," Leona said. "But I think you need some nipple rouge. 
Mr. Bowman usually likes that and you want to make a good impression the 
first time." 

Leona got the rouge and held each of Amber's tits in turn as she reddened 
Amber's nipples. 

Leona giggled, as Amber's nipples became stiff. "Let's get the chain on your 
ankles. Mrs. Bowman had ordered it. She wanted Amber's ankles chained and 
another chain attached to a collar around Amber's neck. Leona took care of 
the ankle chain and the collar, and then she stood back and looked at Amber 
and smiled. 

"Mr. Bowman is going to cream his shorts when he sees you. That's what the 
old bitch wants. She likes it when he gets excited. Oh, you're going to get 
him excited, all right. You get me excited, too!" 

Leona moved in to fondle Amber's tits. This time Amber's mouth was stuffed 
and her wrists shackled and she had no way to protest. Leona teased her, 
dropped one hand down to tickle her asscrack and the other hand to probe her 
pussy. 

Amber closed her eyes, and trembled as Leona's fingers pushed inside her 
cunt. Leona giggled when she found Amber's pussy was wet. 

The blonde pulled her fingers out of Amber's cunt and sucked them clean. 

"You taste delicious," Leona said. 

Leona led Amber out of the room. Amber had to take small steps because of 
the chain connecting her ankles, but she managed to walk without tripping. 
Leona's hand stroked her ass as they went downstairs to find Mrs. Bowman. 

The mistress of the house was in a small sitting room Mr. Bowman was there, 
too. Leona brought Amber over to them and then left. Amber found herself 
alone with the Bowmans, and for the first time she met Edward Bowman, 
Martha's husband. 

Edward looked at Amber with round eyes. He seemed pleased. "She's pretty." 

Martha chuckled. She came to Amber and stroked her hip. 

"I thought you'd like her." Then she turns to Amber. "Are you comfortable, 
dear? We don't want you to be uncomfortable, do we?" 

She laughed at her joke. She tapped one of Amber's nipples, then took the 
nipple between her fingers and pinched it hard until a muffled came from 
Amber. 

Edward looked excited as he watched his wife hurt their new slave. "Let me 
have her." 

"Don't overexcite yourself." 

"Don't worry about that." 

"I don't want you in the hospital again." 

Martha pushed Amber toward Edward, and Edward grabbed the leash, attached to 
Amber's collar. His hands moved over Amber's body, squeezing her arms and 
tits. He chuckled as he squeezed her ass. He seemed greatly interested in 
her ass, cupping her asscheeks and testing the resiliency of each globe. He 
made her turn around, with her back to him. He grabbed and asscheek in each 
hand, and spread them apart. 

"How much did you pay for her?" 

Martha sniffed. "What's the difference? I can tell you like her." 

Yes, he did like her. He was almost mewling with pleasure as he probed 
Amber's asscrack. 

Amber stood, there quietly while one of his fingers dug inside her asshole. 
She was conscious of Martha's eyes on her; Mrs. Bowman's cruel eyes. Amber's 
jaws hurt from the ball-gag. Usually she could have a ball-gag in her mouth 
for hours without much discomfort but this time, for some reason, her jaws 
were already hurting. 

Edward continued playing with Amber's ass. 

"I like her. She's got some meat on her. I don't know what you see in the 
other one. The other one is too damn skinny. This one has tits and a nice 
ass. Tight inside. I'm going to like fucking her ass." 

Mrs. Bowman was amused. "Not now, Edward. You just hold out until after 
dinner." 

* 

* 

* 

Amber was in a daze at dinner. They were all there, Leona and Mr. and Mrs. 
Bowman and the Bowman children. Both Leona and Amber were naked and Amber's 
embarrassment was intense because the children were there. They weren't 
really children. The youngest, Denise, had to be at least twenty-two. 

They stared at Amber with amusement in their eyes. They I ignored Leona, 
ignored the slender blonde's small tits and the gold rings through her pink 
nipples. It was Amber they were interested in. 

Amber was happy that the lower part of her body was hidden by the dinner 
table. In any case, she was happy to be unshackled and to have the ball-gag 
out of her mouth. Even the leash was gone. 

Denise Bowman was pretty, and obviously spoiled. Amber could see the 
snobbery in the girl's eyes. The boy was only a few years older than his 
sister. Justin was quiet. He seemed fascinated by Amber and his eyes were 
constantly on her. 

Denise teased him about it. "Justin's blowing his mind, aren't you, Justin? 
He wants her all for himself." 

Justin grumbled. "I do not." 

"Yes, you do!" 

"You're the one who's drooling." 

Mrs. Bowman chuckled. "Let's not bicker. We don't want to give Amber the 
wrong impression, do we?" 

"She'd got super tits!" Denise exclaimed. "Look, she s blushing. When can I 
have her, Mother? Is she going to get pierced like Leona?" 

Martha nodded, Amber would be pierced, and then she cautioned the children 
about ruining Amber when they had her. Amber was terrified by it all. She 
looked at Leona but Leona's face was blank. Leona didn't seem to care, about 
anything. 

After dinner, Amber was alone with Mr. and Mrs. Bowman again. Leona had gone 
off somewhere with the Bowman children. Martha told Amber to pour the coffee 
when the maid brought it. 

Amber was still naked, wearing nothing but the collar around her neck and 
the garter belt and black fishnet stocking and shoes, and she tried very 
hard to avoid the eyes of the maid. Finally the maid left them and Amber 
served the coffee to Edward and Martha. Her tits hung down, swinging back 
and forth as she moved. She felt Edward's eyes on her, on her tits and legs. 

Martha seemed uninterested. After the coffee was poured, Martha told Amber 
to stand near Edward. 

"My husband likes you," Martha said with a soft giggle. 

Edward fondled Amber's thighs with one hand as he sipped his coffee. His 
fingers moved along, the insides of her thighs until the side of his hand 
touched her cunt. She knew her pussy was wet and she was embarrassed. She 
trembled. She was afraid to do anything that might annoy them. She 
remembered what Leona had said about the Bowmans being vicious. 

Edward's hand moved to her ass, his fingers sliding inside her asscrack. He 
told her to turn. When she did what he wants, he told her to show them her 
asshole. 

For a moment Amber stood there frozen. She still had the ankle chain on, but 
her wrists were unshackled and her mouth was free. No ball-gag. She could 
protest. She could tell them she wouldn't do it and beg for her freedom. But 
she was too afraid. She was certain her misery would increase if she 
disobeyed them. 

Leaning forward, she reached behind her and pulled her asscheeks open to 
show them her asshole. 

She heard them snicker. Edward seemed pleased. She could feel their eyes on 
her, on her asscrack, on her exposed asshole. Martha said something to 
Edward and he chuckled. 

"She's young," h e said. "That's a gorgeous asshole. She's hardly been 
fucked at all." 

Martha laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. I think Malcolm had his fun with 
her. And Grace. Grace likes to use her dildo. I know Grace fucked her ass 
all the time. Anyway, you'll find out when you get in there, won't you, 
darling?" 

Then Edward ordered Amber to turn around, and when she did, she saw that he 
had his cock out of his pants, a dangling white prick hanging out of his 
unzipped fly. He told her to suck it. 

Trembling again, Amber went down on her knees in front of him. His dock had 
a long foreskin. She lifted his prick with her fingers and pulled his 
foreskin back to uncover his cock-knob. He made a sound of pleasure as she 
rolled her tongue around the tip of his prick. Then she took his red 
cock-knob in her mouth, sucking it between her lips, squeezing down on it as 
though it was pulpy fruit. 

Edward sighed and pulled at her head, pulled her mouth down on his cock 
until his cockhead tickled her throat. "Nice mouth. I like her better than 
Leona. This one has a nicer mouth." 

He pushed Amber away and told her to bend over the arm of an easy chair. She 
did what he wanted. She hung over the arm with her head down and her ass in 
the air. He came behind her and in a moment she felt him oiling her asshole. 

Yes, of course, he would fuck her ass. She remembered the way he'd played 
with her ass before dinner. Then she felt his cock pushing in, his knob 
stretching her asshole, his prick widening her shit-chute. She was nothing 
but a slave to him, a female with a tight asshole to grip his cock. 

Edward groaned as he pulled his cock out and then pushed it in again. She 
could feel the usual pressure, the pushing, and the huge presence in her 
shitter. His hands gripped her asscheeks, squeezing flesh, rolling her 
asscheeks around to make her asshole even tighter. He began joking with 
Martha, telling her she ought to be jealous of Amber, because Amber's 
asshole was still tight. And Martha fired back and told him she could still 
find a few men who enjoyed fucking her ass, and if he liked a tight asshole 
so much, he ought to try a chicken sometime. 

"'You're an old fool," Martha said. 

Suddenly Edward grunted and started coming in Amber's ass, his jism shooting 
out in three long spurts that Amber distinctly felt in her shithole. 

When Edward pulled his cock out of Amber's ass, Martha teased him because 
his prick had streaks of shit on it. 

"That's what you like," she said. "You're a filthy animal." 

Edward laughed and ordered Amber to suck .his cock to get it clean. Amber 
knelt at his feet and took his limp prick between her lips. She licked and 
sucked his cock until all traces of her shit were gone. She loathed herself 
as she did it, but she was use to the clean up now after all the times she 
had done it to Malcolm Ordway. It seemed like such a short time ago that she 
would have gagged at the thought of doing what she was doing at that moment. 

Edward patted her head and started fucking his soft prick in and out between 
her lips. "Nice, nice. Look how good she is, she'd got me all clean again." 

Martha chuckled and taunted him, saying all he ever thought about was 
dipping his dick in someone's shit. 

Edward didn't seem to care about his wife's teasing. He kept his cock 
sliding in and out of Amber's mouth. Then he abruptly stopped with his 
cock-knob just inside her lips and he told Amber to hold still. 

She waited, not knowing what he wanted. Suddenly hot piss started gushing 
out of the tip of his prick to fill her mouth. She was caught unawares, 
revolted, consumed by disgust. 

Amber tried to pull away, but he held her head in place. She had to swallow 
in order to avoid choking, but most of his piss splashed out of her mouth 
and ran over her chin and neck and tits. He grunted with pleasure as he gave 
her the last of it. It was the first time for her. She'd sucked Grace's 
piss, but never Malcolm's, never a man s piss streaming out of his prick to 
fill her mouth. Edward's piss was hot and salty and the stink of it 
overwhelmed her senses. 

Edward was finished with her. He sat on the sofa exhausted, a happy look on 
his face, his cock once again tucked inside his pants. 

Martha led her away and took her upstairs. Amber moved in a daze, not 
knowing what was happening, and then she realized she was in Mrs. Bowman's 
bedrooms. 

"Wash yourself," Martha said. "I don't like the way you smell." 

Amber washed up in Mrs. Bowman's bathroom. She felt miserable. Edward had 
been so awful. It was so degrading to have him piss in her mouth like that. 
A wave of despair passed through her. How could she survive this? Her 
asshole still hurt. 

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, at the leather collar around 
her neck, at her wobbling tits, the lace garter belt that held up stockings. 
First Edward had abused her and now it was Martha who had her. You've got to 
hold out, Amber thought. You've got to hold out and find a way to get free 

When she came out of the bathroom, Martha was waiting for her. Amber looked 
around the large bedroom, at the pink walls and drapes and the enormous 
four-poster bed. Mrs. Bowman ordered Amber to help her undress. 

"Don't be clumsy," Martha said. "I don't like clumsy girls." 

Amber remained silent her fingers working at the hooks and buttons to get 
Mrs. Bowman out of her clothes. Before long, Martha was naked. She was 
standing there in the center of the room completely stripped. She had a lush 
body, heavy tits with enormous dark nipples, a full ass and lots of hair 
between her legs. Amber remembered what Martha's crotch was like. 

Now Martha talked about her husband and what he'd done to Amber downstairs. 

"You're to keep him happy," Martha said. "I don't want him bothering me and 
you're to make sure he doesn't. Keep his balls empty. He seems to like your 
ass, although I don't know how long that will last. Don't you dare refuse 
him anything. Next time you can be less untidy when he does his business in 
your mouth. There's no need to get it all over everything. He surprised you, 
didn't he? Yes, I saw he did. He likes your mouth and I can't say I blame 
him. Your mouth is sexy. Come on to the bed, you little slut, I want you to 
suck my cunt awhile." 

Mrs. Bowman stretched out on the bed, raised her knees and opened her thighs 
to expose the dark maw of her cunt. Amber climbed onto the bed, knelt before 
the older woman and went down on her. Down to Martha's cunt. Remember you're 
a slave, Amber thought. She hoped her obedience would make them treat her 
more leniently. Sooner or later they would take her obedience for granted 
and then she might have a chance to escape. 

In the meantime she had to suck Martha's cunt. Mrs. Bowman's ripe pussy. The 
older woman's cunt was wet and gamey, and the smell of it was in Amber's 
nose. A smell of piss mixed with the smell of hot pussy. Amber's tongue 
moved up and down over Martha's fat cuntlips and then inside her slit. She 
found Martha's clit, licked around it and then over the knob. 

Martha mumbled something and pulled Amber's face more firmly against her 
wide-open, crotch. Amber filled her mouth with the woman s cunt flesh, her 
tongue whipping across Martha's clit until Martha trembled and called out 
and came on Amber's face. 

"Delicious," Martha gasped with a shiver of delight. "I like the way you 
suck!" 

Martha left Amber on the bed and went to the bathroom and closed the 
bathroom door. Amber lay on the bed, limp and exhausted, thankful for a 
moment of peace. Then after a while the bathroom door opened and Martha 
called out to her, called to Amber to come to her. Amber left the bed and 
walked into the bathroom. 

Mrs. Bowman smiled and turned her back. "Clean my ass with your tongue. I've 
just had a good shit and now it's your job to clean me. Hurry, darling." 

Amber was horrified. She remained frozen as Mrs. Bowman bent over and pulled 
her asscheeks apart with her hands. She hadn't lied about what she'd been 
doing. Amber could see the traces of it around her asshole. Martha's shitty 
asshole. 

Amber closed her eyes and bent to her misery. She started licking in the 
crack of Martha's ass, licking around her asshole, sucking at the shitter to 
clean it. Martha made a mewling sound, then ordered Amber to get her tongue 
inside her ass. She wanted to feel Amber's tongue all the way inside. 

When Amber did it, Martha started talking about Amber's nipples. She said 
Amber would have her nipple and cuntlips pierced tomorrow. Amber trembled 
with fear as she listened to Martha, as she sucked Martha's ass. 

Finally Martha pushed Amber away. "I have a dildo just like the one Grace 
has. Grace said you're a hot fuck and I'm going to find out if she was 
lying." 

Chapter Six 

"She's a beauty," Dr. Whelan said. He was man Mrs. Bowman had called to 
pierce Amber's nipples and cuntlips. He smiled at Amber now, amused at her 
discomfort. "I won't hurt you. This whole thing will be finished few 
minutes." 

Amber wasn't sure she could trust him. Was he a real doctor? He looked like 
a doctor, but of course that didn't mean anything. She couldn't imagine the 
piercing wouldn't hurt. She didn't trust him and she didn't trust Martha. 
She certainly didn't like the way they leered at her. 

Amber trembled when Martha told her to undress. She turned away from them, 
avoiding their eyes as she began stripping her clothes off. 

She took everything off. It seemed so strange to be standing naked with a 
doctor in the Bowman living room. 

Dr. Whelan beckoned to Amber and she came forward. His eyes ran over her 
body, over her tits and belly and cunt-bush, and his approval was obvious. 
He smiled at her, murmured something about not hurting her. Then he touched 
her, his hands stroking her tits, lifting them gently with his fingers, his 
thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they were stiff. He said they would be 
easy. He said her nipples were long enough to make the piercing simple. 

Then Amber had to lie down on the sofa and raise her knees while he examined 
her pussy. His fingers pulled at her cuntlips to test their extension. Mrs. 
Bowman said she wanted the rings in Amber's cuntlips high enough to be 
visible when her legs were closed. Dr. Whelan nodded, yes, he would do that, 
up near the top of her cuntslit. He tickled the shaft of Amber's clit and 
smiled when she quivered. He said she was lovely. He briefly stretched her 
cunthole with one of his fingers and then wiped the finger on the inside of 
her thigh. 

Mrs. Bowman watched if all. Amber was in a daze, hardly hearing what they 
were saying as they talked. 

Finally the piercing procedure began. Dr. Whelan applied an anesthetic 
ointment to Amber's nipples and they were soon numb. She closed her eyes 
after that. She was too frightened to look. She felt his fingers squeezing 
the area around one of her nipples and then the next moment she heard a 
clicking sound and she felt him doing something else. Then he worked on the 
other nipple, and in a few moments it was all done and he told her to open 
her eyes. 

When she looked down, she saw that she now had a gold ring piercing each 
nipple. There was no sign of any blood. Dr. Whelan had carefully wiped all 
that away. He told Amber her nipples might be sore for a few days, but after 
that she'd have no trouble. 

After that he worked on her cuntlips. Once again Amber kept her eyes closed 
until he was finished. Her pussy felt completely numb. When he finally told 
her to look down at her pussy, she saw the gold rings through her cuntlips. 
High up nears the top of her slit, according to Mrs. Bowman's instructions. 

Like an animal, Amber thought, I'm pierced like an animal. She wants to cry. 

Dr. Whelan saw the expression on her faces and he was amused. He pointed out 
that her ears were already pierced, so why not some other places? "It's not 
that bad. After a while you'll come to like it." 

Then he stroked the insides of her thighs and tickled her cunthole and 
asshole with his fingers. 

"Are you still numb?" Her body jerked when he touched her clit. He laughed 
and said the anesthetic effect of the ointment was already gone. 

"What you need now is a little exercise." 

Amber looked down and saw that he had his cock out, of his fly. Of course he 
would fuck her. She'd known when he'd started playing around with her pussy 
that it would come to that. She was thankful he wasn't rough with her. For 
some reason she was embarrassed that Mrs. Bowman was watching. 

Dr. Whelan made Amber rise from the sofa. Then he told her to kneel on it 
again, to bend over with her ass in the air. He undid his belt, dropped his 
pants and shorts and moved behind her upraised ass. In a moment he had his 
cock in her cunt, grunting as he fucked her. 

Now she was glad the rings that pierced her cuntlips were high up near the 
top of her slit. They were out of the way of his cock. His prick slid in and 
out of her without touching them. Her juices were flowing. His thick cock 
stretched her cunthole and despite her misery about being a slave, she felt 
pleasure. She heard herself moaning. 

Then she realized they were talking about her. 

Dr. Whelan was talking about her asshole. She felt him touching it as he 
continued pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. She could feel his balls, 
slapping against her cuntlips. Her flesh was tender from the piercing. Yes, 
his cock felt good. Her mind rebelled at the idea of finding pleasure in it, 
but her body would not be denied. It wasn't long before she was rolling her 
ass around as he fucked her cunt. 

"Lovely little snatch," Dr. Whelan gasped. Suddenly he pulled his cock out 
of Amber's cunt and left her dangling. It was Mrs. Bowman's turn. She 
already had her dress pulled up to her waist. She pushed Amber away and 
giggled as she bent over in Amber's place. Dr. Whelan brought some 
lubricating jelly out of his black bag and squeezed a gob of it over Mrs. 
Bowman's asshole. He worked his finger inside, first one finger and then 
two, stretching her asshole as she squirmed with delight. Then his cock 
pushed in, his knob squeezing through the ring, and his cockshaft slid 
inside her greased asshole. 

Amber watched them, her blood racing. She had to admit it was exciting to 
watch that fat cock going in and out, seeing the streaks of shit on his 
prick. She'd never seen Mrs. Bowman get fucked before. She could tell Martha 
loved having Dr. Whelan's cock up her ass. Maybe they were lovers. Amber 
wondered if Mr. Bowman knew about Dr. Whelan. 

Then Dr. Whelan was coming, shooting off in Martha's ass, pumping hard as he 
blasted off in her shitter and a moment later it was Martha who was coming, 
her ass wagging from side to side as she groaned and shuddered. 

Amber touched the gold rings that now pierced her cuntlips. She ran a 
fingertip over her clit and quivered. She kept her eyes on Dr. Whelan's 
cock. She w anted to watch it come out. 

Dr. Whelan sighed and pulled his cock slowly out of Martha's gaping asshole. 
When Amber saw the cock-knob pop loose, his fat spongy knob flushed red 
after its exertions; she quickly rubbed her clit and came. 

* 

* 

* 

It took a few days for Amber's nipples and cuntlips to heal completely. In 
the meantime the Bowmans left her alone and she was happy. Then one evening 
Leona came into Amber's room and said they had to get dressed for something 
special. Amber hardly had time to ask what it was all about when Mrs. Bowman 
entered the room and ordered them to get ready. 

She and Leona were stripped down to black net stockings and high heels, 
chained and shackled and with ball-gags in their mouths. 

Mrs. Bowman checked them out, made the final adjustments until she had them 
exactly the way she wanted them. 

"We have guests this evening," Martha said. "They expect to see something 
interesting." 

She fondled her two slaves, stroking Leona's ass and Amber's tits. Amber 
trembled with apprehension as Mrs. Bowman pulled at the rings on her 
nipples. But the wounds had healed and all that happened was that her 
nipples were stretched. Then Leona made a sound, and when Amber looked she 
saw that Martha had her fingers in Leona's cunt from behind. Mrs. Bowman's 
fingers came out wet with Leona's cuntjuice. She brought the two fingers up 
to Amber's tits and smiled as she smeared Leona's cuntjuice over Amber's 
nipples. 

"All right, let's go down now. We don't want to keep them waiting. 

She led them downstairs to one of the larger living rooms. The other Bowmans 
were there, and two couples Amber hadn't seen before. 

They seemed to be friends of Edward and Martha. Amber was embarrassed to be 
naked in front of strangers, to be shackled and chained and have the ball 
gag in he mouth. 

The guests seemed amused by the two slaves. 

They asked questions of the Bowmans. Amber tried her best not to listen. She 
had to pretend she wasn't there. She had to pretend none of it was 
happening. It was either that or loses her Sanity. 

Then an air mattress was brought by two maids and placed on the floor in the 
center of the room. Th maids left. And Mrs. Bowman nodded at Leona. Amber 
hid no idea what was going on, but Leona seemed to know. Mrs. Bowman 
unshackled and unchained them, and then she took the ball gags out of their 
mouths. 

"Make it interesting," she said. 

Amber quivered as Leona pressed against her and gently pulled her down to 
the mattress. Leona kissed her and fondled her tits and whispered in her 
ear, and before long Amber realized what was expected of them. They were to 
suck each other off for the amusement of the guests. Leona had wanted to for 
so long and now she would have her chance. 

Amber felt miserable. She kept her eyes closed as Leona kissed her. But 
Leona's mouth and skillful hands soon turned her on and made her want more. 
She told herself to forget about the audience, about the Bowmans and their 
guests the way the women snickered at them while their husbands leered. At 
least with Leona she had some tenderness. And comradeship. They were two 
female slaves; their nipples pierced and ringed. Rings in their cuntlips 
their bodies entwined on a mattress for the amusement of their masters. 

Amber was soon lost in the lovemaking. She had never actually made love to a 
woman before. All the previous times had been different. She'd been forced 
to do things against her will. Now she wanted it. She felt so close to 
Leona, and she hated Martha Bowman. 

Amber quivered with pleasure as Leona sucked her tits. Leona lay on top of 
her. Then Leona made Amber roll over onto her belly. Leona fondled Amber's 
ass stroking her asscrack, her fingertip tickling Amber's asshole. Amber 
moaned when she felt Leona's face against her ass, Leona's tongue licking in 
her asscrack, touching her asshole, Leona's wet tongue circling and pushing 
and finally slipping inside as Amber opened her asshole. 

Yes, Amber thought, do it to me! She thought of all the times she had done 
it to others and worked her tongue in their asses for their pleasure. Now 
Leona was rimming her and she loved it. Oh yes it was good! Leona was an 
expert. Amber moaned and giggled softly as she squirmed on the mattress. She 
knew they were watching, the Bowmans and their guests. Well let them watch. 
God, how she loved it! She loved Leona's tongue in there. 

Then Leona stopped, and when Amber turned her head to look, she saw Leona 
kneeling near her with her ass in the air. Their eyes met and Leona smiled 
and ran her tongue over her lips. 

"Do it to me," Leona whispered. 

Amber rose up and moved behind Leona, crouched down to get her face against 
Leona's ass. She began licking Leona's cunt first, and then she moved her 
tongue up to Leona's asshole and did to Leona what Leona had done to her. 
She sucked Leona's asshole, drilled her tongue inside and churned it around 
until Leona shuddered and. had an orgasm. Amber's belly contracted with, 
excitement as she continue stroking her tongue in and out of Leona's ass. 

After that they moved into position head to toe and sucked each other off. 
Amber yielded completely to Leona. They made love to each other as though 
the others weren't there. At one point Amber glanced at the Bowmans and 
their friends and she saw one of the guests had his cock in Denise's mouth. 
The man had his eyes on Amber and Leona while Denise milked his prick with 
her lips and fingers. Amber returned her attention to Leona. She opened her 
mouth to let Leona s cuntjuice flow over her tongue. 

She hated the Bowmans more than ever. 

* 

* 

* 

"Tell u s what you are," Denise said. 

Amber was alone with Denise and Justin. She had no idea where the others had 
gone. They were in a small room with hardly any furniture. 

"I'm a slave," Amber said. 

Denise laughed. She twisted one of Amber's nipple rings. Amber's wrists were 
shackled behind her back. 

"My mother has good taste," Denise said. "I like your tits. And Justin likes 
you, too. He thinks you're a lovely piece of ass. Look, Justin, look at 
these nipples, look how long they are!" She snickered at Amber. "Justin and 
I fuck when we feel like it. "Does that shock you?" 

Trembling, Amber shook her head. She was afraid of Denise. Leona had warned 
her that Denise could be the cruelest of the Bowmans. The girl had such cold 
eyes. 

"I . . .I just don't want to be hurt," Amber said. 

Denise chuckled and looked at Justin. "What should we do with her? Any 
ideas, Justin?" 

He shrugged. He seemed bored. He seemed uninterested in Amber. "Do whatever 
you want." 

"Let me have your belt." 

Amber shuddered. She watched Justin pull his belt, out and hand it to 
Denise. The girl wrapped one end of the belt around her hand and brandished 
the rest of it as a whip. The buckle was on the free end. Anyone whipped by 
that belt would feel the buckle. 

Denise snickered when she saw how fearful Amber was. "She's already 
pissing!" 

Suddenly Denise swung the belt, lashed it across Amber s tits and Amber 
cried out in agony. 

Laughing, Denise reached out and grabbed Amber's chin with her fingers. 

"Shut up, will you? We don't need the noise." Denise's fingers relaxed their 
grip on Amber's chin and dropped down to pull at one of the nipple rings. 
"I'm going to mark your ass, baby. First your ass and then maybe other 
places. Come on turn around!" 

Amber's blood ran cold in her veins. Denise pushed her down, made her bend 
over a footstool. Then Denise curved herself over Amber's back, giggling as 
she pressed her belly against Amber's ass. 

She whispered in Amber's ear "Don't scream when I do it. If you scream, you 
get more." 

Amber was helpless. She could feel Denise's tits pressing against her back. 
She glanced at Justin and saw his eyes on them, on his sister humping 
against Amber like one dog fucking another. Denise's hand moved between 
them, her fingers digging into Amber's asscrack. She giggled as she probed 
Amber's asshole and then her cunthole. 

Finally Denise pulled back. Amber lay there over the footstool as Denise 
stripped her clothes off. Justin was stretched out on the sofa now, his head 
supported by one hand as he watched them. 

Denise looked at him. "Aren't you going to do anything? You've still got 
your clothes on." 

Justin rolled his eyes and sat up and started undressing. Amber trembled 
against the velvet cushion of the footstool. Leona had been right about 
Denise. The girl was almost as bad as her mother was, or maybe worse. Amber 
looked at Justin and saw that he was naked and that his cock was hard. She 
had never seen him naked before. He had big balls. Amber pressed against the 
footstool, pressed her tits against the velvet and prayed that somehow they 
would finish with her quickly and send her to her room. 

Suddenly the belt came down on Amber's ass and she cried out at the 
incredible pain, the burning slashing of her tender flesh. Denise laughed 
and hit her again. Amber begged her to Stop. She looked over her shoulder at 
Denise and saw that Denise's eyes were wild. Then the belt came down again 
and the buckle hit Amber's cunt where it was exposed in the back and she 
screamed in agony. 

She sobbed. She begged. Denise paid no attention and hit her again. Amber 
wanted to die. She was certain she was bleeding. 

Denise stopped a moment, breathing heavily, her eyes on Amber's ass. A 
shudder of delight went through Denise as she watched Amber squirming on the 
footstool. 

One hand holding the belt, Denise passed the other hand over her tits and 
then dropped the hand down to probe the inside of her cunt. 

"Don't you want to hit her, Justin?" 

"I'll just watch. You do it." 

"She's a little pussycat." 

"Be careful you don't mark her too much or Mother will be angry." 

"Oh, the hell with Mother, I don't care about Mother, I'm going to give this 
little slut a bloody ass. And don't tell me it doesn't turn you on, Justin. 
I can see your cock. Go on, play with it, and work up a load for me. I'll 
suck you off after I finish with her." 

Amber sobbed on the footstool. She lay limp now, her belly pressed against 
the velvet cushion, waiting for whatever would happen. Her ass was blazing, 
seared by the belt, a great roaring fire of bruised flesh. 

Denise rubbed her cunt a moment, and then she began whipping Amber again. 
She was far from finished. The belt landed again and again on Amber's 
tortured asscheeks. Amber's white flesh was now striped. Her skin was broken 
in places and the belt was slowly smearing the blood over the expanse of her 
ass. 

After a while, Denise finished with Amber's ass and the belt began coming 
down on Amber's thighs. Now the pain quickly became unbearable and Amber was 
on the point of fainting. Then she felt the buckle cut into her asshole, and 
she cried out and rolled over the footstool and onto the carpet. 

Denise stopped and gazed down at her with madness in her eyes. Amber 
groveled, begging for mercy. Denise laughed and started masturbating again 
two fingers slurping in and out of her cunt while she thumbed her clit. 

On the sofa, Justin was slowly stroking his cock with his fist as he watched 
them. Amber looked at him, pleading with her eyes. But his face was blank. 
His fist continued moving up and down, but in his eyes there was nothing. 
Amber turned away and sobbed into the carpet. This was the worst yet. Now 
she was tortured and degraded and hurt, an it was the worst thing that had 
happened to her. 

"I like watching her squirm," Denise gasped. 

Justin slowly pumped his cock. A drop of juice oozed out of his pisshole and 
he stopped pumping in order to smear the drop over the bulb of h s cockhead. 
"One of these days you'll kill someone." 

Denise laughed. "You're just jealous because I m having such a good time." 

She forced Amber onto her back. She began whipping Amber's tits, delighting 
in the appearance of red welts on Amber's tit flesh. Amber groaned and 
sobbed. She could do nothing. She was helpless. She lay there on her back 
while Denis enjoyed herself. 

Then Denise squatted over her, sitting on Amber's face, pushing her wet cunt 
down on Amber's mouth. 

"Go on, eat it! You sure had a time with Leona, didn't you? Eat my cunt, you 
bitch!" Amber was in agony. There was no way to avoid Denise's cunt. The 
Bowman girl's pussy was wet and rank. Amber was forced to suck it. 

Over on the sofa, Justin continued jerking off as he watched them. Another 
gush of lube juice came out of his cock. His balls were full. He wondered if 
he ought to fuck one of them now. His sister was so crazy when she was like 
this. 

Denise laughed as Amber sucked her cunt. Then she pulled away from Amber's 
face, raised her crotch to free Amber's mouth. She scooped some cuntjuice 
out of her cunthole and wiped it over Amber's nose and cheeks. Then she 
wiggled her hips and pushed down again. 

"Come on, suck it again!" 

Amber's face was once more covered by Denise's cunt. Denise rocked back and 
forth, mashing her cunt against Amber's mouth and nose. She giggled as she 
found, Amber's nose with her cunthole. She began fucking Amber's nose, 
humping at it, fucking it with a steady rhythm. 

"She's good, Justin! She likes pussy!" 

Amber's mouth was filled with juice, cunt flesh, and hair. Denise's pussy 
was discharging steadily, the cunt cream pouring out to drench her mouth. 
The girl's cunt was so wet, the slime pouring out of her streaming over 
Amber's nose and cheeks. The rankness was gone now, and all that was left 
was the taste of hot pussy, pungent and raw, and unavoidably. 

"More tongue!" Denise gasped. "I want more tongue!" 

She cursed Amber and swung the belt behind her, at Amber's thighs. Amber had 
forgotten about the belt. She groaned at the sudden burning pain as the belt 
slapped her thighs again and again. 

Denise finally tossed the belt away She eased up a bit on Amber's face. She 
reached down and pulled her cuntlips apart to expose her red clit and 
reeking cunthole. Keeping her cuntlips spread open, she pressed down to get 
her cunthole against Amber's mouth. 

"Tongue inside! All the way inside!" Denise reached behind her and clawed at 
Amber's cunt. 

Amber shuddered and pushed her tongue deep inside Denise's cunthole. She was 
afraid she'd get the belt again if Denise was displeased. The girl seemed 
insatiable. 

At last Denise sent Justin away. She told him to leave and he went. Justin 
knew better than to stay. He knew his sister well enough to know when to 
leave her alone. 

Denise squatted over Amber's face again and snickered. "All right, you can 
have it now." 

She started pissing, the hot piss gushing out to drench Amber s head. Amber 
kept her eyes closed and shuddered with horror and revulsion. The stinking 
piss washed over her face. 

Then she heard Denise grunting and she thought "No, please God, not that!" 
She opened her eyes and found Denise's ass suspended over her tits, Denise 
grunting as her asshole opened and the beginning of a turd appeared. Amber 
was hypnotized by it. She watched the turd ooze out like a fat brown 
sausage. She couldn't believe it was actually happening to her. Denise 
shitting on her! The shit dropping now liked a bomb on her tits, the warm 
shit steaming on her tits. One more turd, this one smaller than the first, 
joining the first, lying across it to make a duet. 

Denise laughed. "Smear it, bitch! Cover your tits with it!" 

Amber did what the girl wanted. She smeared Denise's shit over her tits, 
closed her eyes and drowned in her misery. 

Chapter S Even 

"You hardly ever talk to me." Amber said to Justin. 

A month had passed since Amber's arrival at the Bowman house, and she had 
decided that Justin was the only one who might help her escape. This was the 
first time she had ever been alone with him, and she was determined to get 
him on her side. 

Justin smiled at her. "All right, what shall we talk about?" 

They started chatting about the family. Amber was dressed for a change. She 
wore a skirt and blouse and she thought she looked pretty. Justin's eyes 
kept returning to her legs. 

She wanted to look seductive. When she crossed her legs, she let her skirt 
fall back. She wore beige nylons and high heeled sandals. 

Yes, Justin did like her legs. She could tell by the look in his eyes. She 
remembered that the time with his sister, the time Denis had been so cruel 
to her. He's cute, Amber thought. If only she could get his help. If only 
she could get Justin to make it possible for her to escape. 

She learned he spent most of his time watching old movies. He talked on and 
on about old movies she had never heard of. When he finally stopped talking, 
she made her pitch. "Justin, will you, help me?" 

He looked at her. "Help you? Help you how?" 

"Help me escape. Help me get out of here. I can't take it any more, Justin. 
I really can't." 

He was amused. He said it wasn't any of his business, his mother was the one 
who had brought her into the house. She belonged to his mother, not to him. 

Amber persisted, begged him, and pleaded with him to help her. 

Justin smiled and asked what she would do in return. "I might think about 
it." 

"I'll do anything you want!" 

"Anything?" 

Amber blushed. "I . . . I can't go on here. I've got to get out." 

She crossed her legs again and now her skirt moved higher along her thighs. 
His eyes saw everything. She quivered as she smiled at him. 

"Do you like my legs?" 

"I don't like pantyhose." 

"I'm not wearing any pantyhose, I'm wearing a garter, belt to hold up my 
stockings." 

"Like my mother." 

"That's right, like your mother. Are my legs as pretty as your mother's?" 
She extended one leg and turned her foot to show her ankle. 

He began talking about his mother. It was obvious how much he admired her. 
Amber suddenly wondered if Justin had ever fucked his mother. If brother and 
sister could do it, why not mother and son? They were all so crazy. 

Her skirt had crept way up now, and she was sure he could see her garters 
and maybe even some of her ass. She was bare-ass under the skirt. The way 
her legs were crossed, if he could see her ass he could probably see some of 
her pussy. He'd already seen her naked many times, but somehow this was 
different. Justin seemed turned on by her now. She was the older one, but 
she thought he was cute. If only he would help her. 

She continued talking to him, softening him up, and finding out about his 
interests. His eyes were constantly on her legs and tits. Did he like what 
he saw? She wore no bra beneath the blouse and she knew he could see the 
shadow s of her nipples and the rings that pierced them. 

"Let me make you a drink," she said. 

"Scotch on the rocks. Would you like that?" 

He nodded and she went t the bar. She felt his eyes on her ass. His father 
liked her ass and maybe he did, too. At least Justin was young. 

She was tired of old Edward Bowman. Justin was young and more appealing. She 
imagined him fucking her, imagined his cock in her ass. His father always 
fucked her ass. If Justin wanted to fuck her ass, she' d be happy to do it. 
Anything to escape. 

She took a long time making his drink, fiddling with the ice. She wanted him 
looking at her, watching her move, looking at her legs and ass. She felt the 
tension in the air. He'd seen her naked so often, seeing her in clothes now 
was turning him on. 

She finally returned with his drink and handed it to him. He smiled at her, 
his eyes on her tits, on the neckline of her blouse as she leaned over him. 
Yes, he was turned on. Her tits jigged under the blouse as she moved. And 
her nipples were stiff. Such a long time had passed since she'd wanted to 
seduce a man. 

She sat down beside him and stroked his arm. "Tell me what you want." 

Justin chuckled. "I don't know." 

"Do you want me to undress? I just want to please you. If you want to look 
at me, I'll take my clothes off." 

"Not yet." 

"You will help me, won't You, Justin? I can't stay here. I need to be free. 
Leona says she likes it here, but I can't go on. I just can't. Please help 
me!" 

She rose up, stood before him, waiting for something to happen. He sipped 
his drink and looked at her. His eyes were amused. She was completely in his 
power He could order her to do anything he wanted. There was no way she 
could get out of the Bowman house without someone's help. 

Then he started talking about his mother again; He asked Amber what she did 
with his mother. "Tell me about it." 

Amber blushed. "Sometime she's kinky." 

Justin chuckled. "Tell me." 

"She's very anal." 

"What does that mean?" 

Amber quivered. "It mean I have to do things to her ass." 

"Like lick it?" 

She blushed. "That's right." 

Justin snickered. " I saw Leona do that to you." 

"Yes." 

"Do you like it? Do you like it the way my mothers does?" 

"Yes, I like it." 

His eyes were on her nipples, on the outline of the rings. She looked at his 
mouth. She imagined him sucking her tits. She needed his help so 
desperately. 

She moved forward, moved toward him and then leaned over to press her and 
tits against his face. "Please help me, Justin!" 

Her fingers stroked his cheek. He didn't move. He kept his face pressed 
against her tits, nuzzling her tits through her blouse, sniffing at her 
perfume. 

She had to please him. She had to find out what really turned him on and get 
him crazy for her. She cooed at him as he nuzzled her tits. 

"You're getting me excited, Justin. When my nipples are rubbed like that, I 
always get excited. Don't you feel them? Aren't they stiff?" 

She opened her blouse and brought one of her tits out. Cupping the tit in 
her hand, she moved the nipple toward his mouth. He nibbled at it and she 
teased him by pulling away. He tried to grab the ring with his lips. 

Amber giggled as she played with him. She finally let him take everything in 
his mouth, the nipple and the ring and half her tit. She fondled his neck as 
he sucked her. Then finally she pulled her tit out, of his mouth and she 
eased down on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her 
ass. She squirmed over it until she had his Prick Pressing in her asscrack. 

Justin finished unbuttoning her blouse and amused himself with her tits. He 
toyed with the rings, pulling at them to see how they stretched her nipples. 

"Do you like my tits, Justin?" 

"Sure." 

"Better than my ass? Your father likes my ass better. I think you like my 
tits better." 

"Don't talk so much." He playfully bit one of her tits and then forced her 
off his lap. He made her stand and then he rose up also. He lifted her 
skirt. He wanted her naked now. He help her get her cloth off, and in a few 
moments she stood there wearing nothing but a garter belt and nylons and 
high heels. 

She smiled at him and cupped her tits in her hands. Then she turned around 
to show him her ass. Like father, like son, she thought. The old man went 
crazy over her ass sometimes. He said he liked her better than Leona because 
she had more meat on her ass. 

Justin moved against her now, pressed against her back, his cock pushing 
against her ass as he reached around to grab her tits. Then one hand came 
back to squeeze her asscheeks. He squeezed hard. The hand holding her tit 
squeezed hard also. 

"Justin, that hurts." 

"Keep quiet, will you?" He made her turn, and he bent his head to suck one 
of her tits. He chewed the nipple, pulled at the ring with his teeth. 

She stroked his face. He looked so young sucking her tit like that. She felt 
sorry for him. 

All the Bowmans were crazy, but Justin wasn't as bad as the others. She 
quivered at the way he gobbled her tit. She wanted to ask him if it tasted 
good. His mouth was stuffed with her tit flesh. Once again she wondered if 
he had ever fucked his mother. She remembered that time with his sister. 
That was the only time she had ever seen anything of his body. She 
remembered his cock and balls. His big balls. She prayed he would help her. 
He seemed crazy about her tits, chewing on her nipples and pulling on the 
rings, and now her nipples were sore and they hurt. But she wanted so much 
to please him. Justin was the only chance she had. Without Justin's help, 
she couldn't possibly escape. 

She stepped back, her tit coming out of his mouth. Cupping her tits in her 
hands, she lifted them and smiled at him. He gazed at her body at her tits, 
the rings through her nipples, her belly, the flimsy garter belt that held 
up her nylons, her cunt bush, the rings through her cuntlips at the top of 
her slit. 

She moved her legs apart to show him more. She was thankful now that his 
mother had insisted on the garter belt and nylons. Amber could see the 
response in Justin's eyes. She could see the bulge of his cock in his pants. 
I'll make him happy she thought. She had to make him happy. 

Justin sat down and opened his legs. "Okay, suck my cock." 

She quickly went down on her knees, kneeling on the carpet at his feet, 
leaning over to get tits on his thighs. Her fingers worked at his zipper, 
pulling it down and then sliding inside to get his prick out of his pants. 
His pisshole was already dripping, his cock knob swollen. 

She pulled at his prick to get more of it out of his pants. His cock shaft 
throbbed beneath her fingers. He had a strong young cock with the vigor of 
youth behind it. 

Take it easy she thought. Stay in control. She had to stay in control of 
things. She opened her mouth, slipped her lips over his cock knob and 
started sucking him. 

Justin groaned. She looks up at him and their eyes met. Yes, he liked it. He 
liked the feel of her mouth. She ran her tongue over the underside of his 
cockhead, tickling and rubbing as she sucked his cockhead with her lips. She 
could feel the tension in his body. She heard the heaviness of his 
breathing. 

She took more and more of his cock in her mouth pushing down, filling her 
mouth with his cock flesh until the fat bulb of his cockhead pushed against 
the back of her throat. Then she pulled back slowly, her lips sliding on his 
cock shaft, saliva drooling out of her mouth as she sucked and pulled back. 
All the Way back to the tip and then down again. 

Her head bobbed as she moved her mouth up and down, up and down, slowly, 
without haste, taking it easy. She was an expert at cock sucking now, after 
all the times with Malcolm Ordway and Justin's father. Edward Bowman liked 
to keep her working at his prick until her lips were numb. He wasn't as 
responsive as Justin. 

She took Justin's cockhead into her throat and swallowed around it before 
pulling back to get some air. She'd learned that sucking a cock was easy if 
it was done right. She sucked gently and then she sucked hard at the tip. 
She tickled his pisshole with her tongue and then she ran her tongue along 
the length of his cockshaft until her lips were against his open fly. Her 
saliva drooled out constantly and now his pants were getting wet. 

"Justin you ought to get our pants off, I'm getting you all wet." 

She giggled as she helped him get his shoes, pants, and shorts off his legs. 
Then he relaxed again, and now she had his naked crotch in front of her, his 
swollen wet cock and those big balls hanging under it like a pair of huge 
plums in pink bag. His balls looked so heavy. She lifted them with her 
fingers testing their weight, and then she took hold of his cock again and 
took it in her mouth. 

She was not sure she wanted him to come yet. She was afraid he would lose 
interest in her. She kept the rhythm of her sucking and stroking as slow as 
possible. She licked his cock knob, rolling her tongue over the tip and then 
around the rim. She sucked at his pisshole, squeezing it open with her 
fingers and sucking the juice out of it until he moaned with pleasure. His 
cock flesh was so hot in her mouth. 

"You're good!" he gasped, his head back and his breathing heavy. 

"Will you help me?" 

"We'll see. We'll see what happens." 

What he meant was that he would see how good she was when he fucked her .She 
stopped sucking his cock. 

"Let's not waste it, don't you want to fuck me?" His cock throbbed in her 
hand. She pulled her hand away and rose up to stand in front of him. "Your 
father likes my asshole. He says it's very tight. 

Justin flushed. "Is that where you want it?" 

"I want what you want. Don't you like doing it there? I bet you do. And I 
like it, too. Please fuck my ass, Justin! I'm so hot now! I want you in my 
ass!" 

She could see the lust in his eyes. He was thinking about her tight asshole. 
She turned her back to him. After moving her legs apart, she leaned forward, 
bent over at her waist to get her hands on the arms of the easy chair in 
front of her. She knew he could see everything, the hairy pouch of her cunt 
and the crack of her ass. 

Reaching back with one hand she pulled an asscheek to the side to expose her 
asshole. 

"Don't you want to fuck it?" 

"What's MY mother's asshole like?" 

His mother again "Haven't you ever seen it?" 

"What's it like? What's it like when you suck it?" 

Amber trembled. "I hate doing it to her." 

"She makes you clean her ass when she shits, doesn't, she?" 

"Yes." 

"And, my Sister does also." 

"Your sister is worse." 

"And what about my father? He pisses in your mouth." 

"Yes." 

"And he fucks your ass, you have to suck his cock afterward to get it 
clean." 

"Yes." 

"I want you to do that to me. After I fu k your ass, I want you to suck my 
cock." 

"All right." 

At least now she knew what he wanted. His shitty cock in her mouth after he 
fucked her ass. His father did it all the time. His father always had that 
crazy look in his eyes when he did it. 

Justin rose and came behind her. He stroked her asscheeks, his fingers 
sliding inside her asscrack. She made an effort to relax her asshole. It was 
better to start that now so she could be ready for him. He had a bigger cock 
than his father and she didn't want any pain. She bent over, her head 
resting on the arm of the easy chair. 

Using both hands she pulled her asscheeks apart to show him his target. "Do 
you do it to Denise?" 

"Denise?" 

"Do you fuck her in the ass?" 

He grunted. "She won't let me do it." 

"Well, I'll let you. Come on, Justin, fuck my ass and then after that I'll 
suck your cock and you can watch me licking off my own shit. That's what you 
want, isn't it? I want you to promise you'll help me." 

He said nothing. She could feel her asshole winking at him. Then his hands 
were on her ass, squeezing and stroking her ass her asscheeks. Her ass did 
turn him on. It was true she had more ass than Leona. But not more than his 
mother. His mother had a full heavy ass, the ripe ass of a woman her age. 
The ass I know so well, Amber thought. 

Justin spread her ass cheeks, his thumbs pulling at her asshole. "Do you 
need oil?" 

"You can spit on it if you want. I think it'll be tighter for you with spit 
" 

He chuckled. She felt him crouching behind her and than a moment later she 
gasped as she felt his tongue in her asscrack. He lapped her asshole. She 
went wild. His tongue pushed in, his stiff tongue squeezing inside her 
asshole as she moaned with pleasure. Leona was the only one who, had ever 
done, that to her. And now Justin. She felt him blowing his saliva inside 
her shitter to get it lubricated for his cock. He tongue fucked her asshole 
until it was loose and wet and ready. 

"Now, Justin, now! Please fuck my ass now!" 

His tongue came out of her ass and he rose up behind her. She felt his cock 
knob pushing against her asshole. Then his cockhead popped in, stretching 
her shitter, pushing inside, spreading the walls of her shit tube. Justin 
groaned and said his father was right. She did have a tight asshole. 

Now she was thankful he'd used his saliva to lubricate her ass. His cock was 
bigger than she'd thought and her ass was hurting, but there was also 
pleasure. She couldn't deny it. She liked the way it felt, all that red-hot 
cockmeat stuffing her shitter until she could feel it in her chest. Justin 
had a lovely cock, rock hard and thick, and now he had her shithole 
stretched wide open and the hot feeling drove her wild. 

Big, she thought, big cock. There was nothing like a big cock in her ass. In 
the old days she'd hated it but now things were different, and she loved it. 
She loved having her asshole stretched. Her ass was so hot with his cock in 
there. 

She clamped down on him, gripping his cock with her shit tube. She giggled 
when Justin groaned in response. He did like it. They all liked a tight 
asshole around their cock. Her shit tube sucked on his prick as he started 
fucking her. The pain was still there, but the pain was dull and getting 
weaker and soon it be all gone and there would be nothing but the hot 
pleasure. 

She heard someone sobbing and she realize the sounds were coming from her 
own throat, tears of pain and tear of pleasure as Justin's thick cockshaft 
plowed again and again inside her clutching shit tube. 

He knew how to fuck. He knew how to move. 

He went deep, deep inside her, ass with each stroke, grinding his belly 
against her asscheeks. 

Leaning over her back, he grabbed her tits and held them as he fucked her 
ass. His fingers pulled at the nipple rings and the twinges of pain only 
added to her pleasure. 

"Is it good, Justin?" 

"Tight! Christ! You're tight! Move your ass!" 

She rolled her hips, churning her asshole around his cock. He began slamming 
her, fucking hard, driving his cock deep inside her ass, then pulling back 
to stroke again. Her guts turned to jelly as his cock screwed in and out of 
her shit tube. Did he have shit on his cock? She tried to picture it and it 
made her even hotter. Thrashing her hips, she squeezed down on his cock as 
she went wild. 

She felt the sweat running off her body. She groaned steadily now, rocking 
her body as he fucked her ass. The pain was all gone. All that remained was 
the incredible pleasure. She fucked back at him. Her asshole pulled at his 
cock each time he slid back. He was standing again, his hands squeezing her 
ass cheeks as he drove his hot cock in and out of her ass. 

The end of it was approaching. Justin was almost there. She heaved under 
him. She felt his cock swelling in her shit tube. Her tight asshole sucked 
on his sliding prick. Then he groaned and cried out, and his jism spurted 
out of his prick, one hot spurt after the other, his balls slapping against 
her cunt, against the rings piercing her cuntlips. The force of his climax 
triggered her own orgasm and she started coming before he finished dumping 
his boiling load in her ass. Her asshole was raw, her shit churned loose in 
the heat of the fuck, her mind whirling with lust. She cried out at the end, 
drooling, shuddering at the fantastic pleasure of it. 

Justin's cock quickly went limp in her ass. She clutched his prick, with her 
asshole squeezing it, unwilling to release him He draped himself over her 
back, rubbed his chest against her sweaty skin, then finally he pulled his 
cock out of her shitter and groaned as he sank down on the sofa. 

Amber remained bent over. Then she straightened up, turned and went to him. 
She dropped to her knees before him and leaned forward to clean the shit off 
his cock. She wanted him to see it. She waited until she was certain he was 
watching her. Then her tongue came out and she started licking his prick. 
She licked the streaks of shit on his cock shaft until they were gone. She 
cleaned Justin's prick with her mouth as he watched her. He made sounds of 
pleasure in his throat; his eyes fixed on her mouth. She sucked his 
cock-knob, gently chewing on it, licking around it. 

"I like your prick," she said. 

Justin smiled. "You like your own shit." 

Amber quivered. "Will you help me?" 

His cock was getting hard again. She sucked more vigorously. She began an 
expert blowjob. She fondled his balls as she sucked on his thick prick. Then 
finally he came, the last of his jism pouring out of him. He groaned and 
held her head as she drained him. 

"Christ, what a mouth!" he sighed, his voice cracking. 

Amber smiled the taste of his jism on her tongue. 

"Will you help me?" 

"Okay, I'll help you" 

Chapter Eight 

"Hey man look at the chick." 

"Yeah, I'm looking, I'm looking.' 

Amber trembled as they approached her. She was alone on the road. Justin had 
helped her escape from the Bowman house, and now it was nearly noon and she 
was on this isolated road with nothing but the dress on her back. The van 
had pulled over as soon as it had passed her, and now the two men had come 
out of the van and were walking toward her. 

They looked amused. She hoped they would help her. If she could only get to 
town, she might be able to get some money from somewhere and return home. 

"Where are you going, honey? What are you doing out here all alone? What's a 
pretty girl like you doing out here?" 

They were leering at her. She told them she'd been kidnapped and that she'd 
escaped. She said she'd be grateful if they would take her into town. 

"I'll pay you," she said. "I don't have any money now, but as soon as I get 
some, I'll pay you." 

The tall one laughed He put his hand on her arm. She could smell the whiskey 
on his breath and she was uneasy. She didn't like the way they were looking 
at her, the way their eyes roamed over her body. She wore nothing under the 
dress. 

"All right," the tall one said. "You come with us and we'll see what we can 
do for you." 

Moments later she was in the van, sitting between them on the wide front 
seat, the men joking as they drove off. She could smell them, a smell of 
sweat and tobacco and whiskey. They didn't look too clean. Once again she 
was uneasy. She felt so defenseless, so vulnerable. But she needed their 
help. 

They drove awhile. The men seemed to ignore her, talking to each other about 
some deal they were involved in. Then suddenly they turned off the main road 
and onto a dirt road that led into the hill. 

Amber wanted to ask if they were taking shortcut into town, but she never 
had a chance. The men kept talking to each other, and then finally the van 
turned again and pulled into a clearing in front of an old shack. 

Amber was afraid. "Can't you take me into town?" 

The tall one smiled at her. "We got to eat first. You come on with us 
inside." 

She went with them into the shack. She knew she had no choice. 

When they were inside the shack, the short one asked if she knew how to cook 
bacon and eggs. Amber nodded. Yes she would cook a meal for them. She 
realized she was hungry herself. She hadn't had any breakfast and her 
stomach was grumbling. 

As she set about cooking bacon and eggs, she tried to convince herself she 
had nothing to fear. 

They snickered at her as she cooked the meal. Their names were Clint and 
Mike. Clint was the tall one. They made comments about her figure while she 
fried the eggs, about her ass and tits and legs. She made believe she didn't 
hear them. She was too afraid to say anything. She suspected they'd been 
drinking all morning, maybe for days. There was no way to predict how such 
men would behave. It was useless to expect them to be kind to her. She was a 
woman, and to men like this, She was good for only one thing. 

She felt their eyes on her as she tried to ignore them. The shack was so 
filthy, just a one room shack with hardly any furniture and bare mattresses 
on the floor over to one side. 

Now she wished she wasn't naked under her dress. The dress was so thin, 
hugging her curves and making things worse than necessary. She had the 
feeling they were playing with her, amusing themselves by talking about her 
and knowing she could hear every word. 

Finally the cooking was finished and she was at the table eating with them. 
No one said much. They were all hungry. For a while Amber forgot about her 
plight. The food tasted good and she was thankful for it. 

Then they were finished, the men wiping their mouths with the back of their 
hands. Clint pulled off his grimy tee shirt while Mike got up to make some 
coffee. Clint smiled at her, scratching his powerful chest. Amber shuddered 
as she looked at the muscles in his chest and arms. 

"There's no more coffee," Mike said. 

Clint grumbled. "Go down the road and get some from Ben Smith." 

"What about her?" 

Clint chuckled. "Don't worry about her, she ain't going anywhere. You'll get 
yours when you come back." 

Amber made a bolt for the door, desperate to escape. 

They caught her easily and slapped her around until she went limp. They tied 
her hands together with some rope. Clint pinched her ass and sent Mike out 
for the coffee. 

"I'll get her pussy warmed up for you," Clint said with a snicker. 

In a Moment Mike was gone and Amber was alone with Clint, alone and afraid 
and trembling. 

The first thing he did was bring out a razor to slice her dress away. She 
stood there with her eyes closed her wrists tied together trembling as he 
cut her dress to ribbons and pulled it away until she was naked. 

He cursed with surprise when he saw the gold rings through her nipples and 
then the rings peeking out of the top of her slit. 

"Jesus Christ. You're a slave! You're a runaway Slave!" Then he chuckled. 
"Well, god-damn it this has to be my luckiest day in a long time." 

She pleaded with him begged him to release her. "I'll pay you, I promise 
I'll pay you!" 

He laughed. "'I'm going to fuck your brains out!" 

He stripped the rest of his clothes off while she stood there watching him. 
He had a hard body, a long thick cock dangling like a rubber hose over his 
balls. His prick was uncut, the foreskin completely covering his cock-knob. 
He came to her and hefted her tits in his hands. "You got a real nice body, 
honey. Nice jugs and a nice ass. You just take it easy and everything will 
be fine." 

"Will you help me?" 

"We'll see about it. You're a runaway slave, aren't you?" 

"Yes." 

He chuckled and pulled at the rings through her nipples. "Go on, get down 
there and suck my dick. Show me what you can do!" 

She went down on her knees in front of him. It was hopeless to try anything 
else. She knelt there with her face only inches from his cock and balls. She 
could smell him, a rank unwashed smell. She watched the twitching of his 
cock as it lengthened. 

His hand came down, his fingers taking hold of his cock and skinning back 
his foreskin to uncover his cock-knob. His cockhead was a dark pinkish 
color, almost red, and a gob of juice was already oozing out of his 
pisshole. He moved forward and rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips. 

"Come on, get with it!" 

She licked the tip of his prick, capturing the drop of juice with her 
tongue. Then she swirled her tongue over the rest of his cock-knob, around 
and around, her tongue fluttering at the knot of skin underneath and then 
over the broad flat head again. He had huge balls, the sac pulled down by 
their weight. 

Once again she was aware of the smell of him, the pungent male order, the 
raw animality of the smell of his crotch. Opening her mouth, she slipped her 
lips over his fat 'cock-knob and tasted him for the firs time. 

"Yeah, baby! 'Suck the meat!" He ran his fingers over her face and around 
her ears. He pushed forward, filling her mouth with his thickening cock. 

Amber thought how ironic it was that after just escaping from the Bowman 
house she was already on her knees again with a cock in her mouth. She had 
sucked the old man's cock just yesterday, sucked him off and then taken his 
piss down her throat like she always did. Now she was sucking cock again, 
only this time it smelled and tested worse than old man Bowman's and after 
it was over, instead of pissing in her mouth he might kill her. 

She still had her mouth filled with Clint's cock when Mike returned with a 
can of coffee. "Man, look at her play the pipe!" Mike exclaimed with a 
laugh. 

Clint's cock stuffed her mouth. "She's a slave buddy. Look at the rings on 
her tits. We got lucky." 

He fucked her face, his hands holding her head, his cock sliding in and out 
of her mouth. The strokes became deeper and deeper, his cock-knob jabbing at 
her throat until finally he was almost choking her. 

"Jesus, don't kill her!" Mike said. "Don't kill her, for Christ's sake!" 

Clint ignored her and kept fucking her throat, forcing her to gag, his cock 
sliding in and out of her face like a long hard truncheon. 

Amber tried her best to give him what he wanted. He taunted her as she 
sucked his prick. Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to 
lick his balls. He moved his legs apart to make room for her. Her hands were 
tied in front and she could still use them. She lifted his juice-bag with 
her fingers and lapped it with her tongue. She tasted his sweat. The smell 
was overwhelming. 

"Get underneath," he ordered. "Get it clean under my balls!" 

She bathed the underside of his nut-sac and then the skin behind it. Now she 
could smell his ass, his balls dangling against her mouth, the hot funky 
smell of his ass in her 'nose. 

Clint chuckled and suddenly pulled away, He turned his back to her and 
pushed his ass against her face. "You ever had a slave, Mike?" 

Mike shook his head. Clint wiggled his ass against her face and laughed. She 
had no choice. She licked his asscrack, the hairy gulch between his muscular 
asscheeks and then his puckered asshole. 

He giggled when she started sucking his asshole. "Yeah, she's good! She's a 
honey!" 

He finally pulled away and pushed her onto a mattress. He spread her legs 
wide open and went down on her. She gasped in surprise as he licked her 
cunt. His thick tongue pushed inside her cunthole. Amber moaned with 
pleasure as he sucked her cunt-juices. His tongue fucked her pussy and soon 
she cried out at the lovely feel of it. 

Mike laughed. "Yeah, she's a doll, all right. I never saw you gobble a 
snatch before, Clint." 

Clint pulled away and grunted. He forced Amber to roll over. He slapped her 
ass, slid his hand between her thighs to squeeze the wet meat of her cunt. 
"They, fuck better then they're hot." 

His fingers probed her cunthole. Then his thumb pushed inside her ass and 
churned around in her shitter. Amber groaned and wriggled her hips as he 
forced his thumb inside her ass to the last knuckle. 

He had two fingers deep inside her cunt and his thumb deep inside her ass. 
"Look at this bitch! She loves it!" 

Amber moaned as his finger fucked both holes at the same time. Yes, she did 
love it. She forgot her troubles, she forgot about everything except his 
fingers reaming out her body. 

Clint laughed and slapped her ass again. "Come on, honey, up on your knees! 
It's time to get fucked!" 

He pulled her up. She knelt on the filthy mattress with her head down and 
her ass in the air. In a moment she groaned as his long cock slid inside the 
open maw of her cunt. His cock was so stiff and thick. She mewled as he 
screwed his cock around to stretch her cunt walls. 

"Tight pussy," Clint gasped. He fingered her asshole, rubbing it on the 
outside and then pushing a finger into the heat of her shitter. 

Mike came onto the mattress in front of Amber. He was naked. He giggled and 
shook his cock and balls in her face. She opened her mouth to suck his 
prick. One in her mouth and one in her cunt, two funky cocks, a prick 
bathing in saliva at one end and another prick bathing in cuntjuice at the 
other end. 

Then Clint pulled out of her cunt, pressed his cockhead against her asshole 
and pushed in. She cried out, forced herself to relax her ass, thankful that 
at least he had some of her cuntjuice on his cock. He grunted with pleasure 
as he drove his cock balls-deep into her shit-tube. 

"Like hot butter he said. "She's got an ass like hot butter!" 

Mike laughed, his cock slamming inside her mouth. "That's not butter, that's 
her shit, Clint!" 

She rocked back and forth between the cock in her mouth and the cock in her 
ass. She couldn't deny the pleasure of it, the glorious feeling of being 
stuffed with cock, the feel of all that fuck meat churning in her throat and 
asshole. She gloried in it at the same time as she hated it. Her misery was 
intense. 

Then abruptly Clint pulled out of her ass and Mike pulled out of her mouth 
and they were switching places. 

Amber groaned as Mike's cock pushed inside her sore ass hole. Then her groan 
was muffled as Clint shoved his shit-streaked cock inside her mouth and 
started fucking her face. 

The men joked as they fucked her. Her asshole was loose now and Mike's cock 
sawed in and out without any trouble. Her mouth was also loose. Clint fucked 
her face with an easy rhythm. He patted her head soothing her, encouraging 
her as she took his prick in her throat. She felt like an animal as she 
listened to them laughing at her. They said they would keep her awhile. 
Clint said they would get the long chain out of the van and fix it to one of 
her ankles so she couldn't get away. 

"You ain't going anywhere," he said "You don't belong anywhere but here." 

Mike was coming in her ass, groaning as he dumped his load in her shitter. 
Then Clint shot off in her mouth grunting as his hot jism spurted out of his 
prick and down her throat. 

Amber came suddenly, her body shaking, her asshole clamping down on the cock 
in her ass, her throat squeezing the spurting knob in her mouth. She 
wondered if one of them would sleep with her that night. 


End
