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CHAPTER SIX

"Oh, she's a beauty," Edith Albert said. They sat there in a stuffy living room filled with relics of the fifties. First there was Edith Albert, a tall woman with graying hair, a pink placid face and white teeth. Beside her sat her husband, the Reverend Henry Albert, as tall as Edith and as thin as a reed, a thin face and a thin nose and watery blue eyes that had never left Myrna since they'd brought her into the room.

Delivered, that's what she was. Myrna had been delivered. She'd been brought by Frank and Linda to the Alberts for training.

"Obedience training," Linda said. "They'll turn you into something useful, honey. I wouldn't pull any tricks on them, if I were you. Not on the Alberts."

So here she was. Myrna stood there with a cape covering her body and a ball-gag in her mouth. Frank and Linda had introduced her to a few things. Chains and clamps and ball-gags. This one was a black rubber ball with straps that tied around her head to keep it in place. The ball stuffed her mouth, stretched her jaws. She'd seen herself in a mirror once with a ball in her mouth and she'd almost fainted when she saw how obscene it was.

Under the cape she had her wrists handcuffed behind her back. She wore leather undies today, a touch introduced by Linda. The crotch was something special, the crotch absent, her cuntlips pushing out like a pair of hairy flaps. Linda had dressed her in opaque black nylons and black pumps with five-inch heels. The blonde had teased Myrna about the heels because they were so thin and high Myrna could hardly walk in them.

"Oh, you'll learn," Linda said. "You'll either learn or suffer for it."

So now Myrna had the Alberts to contend with. Obedience training. They looked so harmless, so middle class, middle American, middle everything, it was hard to imagine them involved with people like Frank and Linda. But of course they were involved up to their necks and Myrna was certain the Alberts would get a cut when Frank and Linda sold her as a slave.

Myrna trembled as she thought about it. She did not want to be a slave. She'd heard about people who were slaves and she did not want to be one. What she wanted to be was what she always was: just an ordinary wife. But here she was a captive in the clutches of two strangers. Was Henry Albert really a minister?

Edith rose up now. Yes, she was tall, all right. She smiled as she came forward. She came so close, Myrna could see the spit at the corners of the woman's bloodless mouth.

"Let's have a look at what's under the cape," Edith said. She giggled softly as she worked at the clasp that held the cape together.

Myrna could smell the woman, a smell of perfumed soap and talcum powder and a dash of a boring scent off a counter at J.C. Penney. She suddenly wondered what Edith and Albert looked like when they fucked. If they fucked.

Maybe they just held hands and said their prayers together. Then Myrna told herself she was crazy because she was standing there in a bondage costume and they had complete power over her.

When the cape came off, Edith's eyes lit up. "Henry, look at her! Look how pretty she is!"

They both looked at her. Edith started talking to Myrna, teasing her about the way she was dressed, about the special bra that showed her nipples and the nipple clamps and the special panties that showed her pussy.

"Gorgeous legs," Edith said. Then her palm moved in a circle over Myrna's ass and she finally slapped it lightly to test its firmness. "We're all going to love you. Especially the children. Oh, I'm sure the children will adore you."

The children? Myrna trembled as the woman continued fondling her ass through the leather panties. Henry sat there and watched them like a wax mummy, the only sign of life the glitter in his pale blue eyes.

Edith walked around Myrna, talking about how pretty she was. She kept one hand on Myrna's body, stroking her ass and then her belly above the panties and garter belt that held up her nylons. Then finally she settled herself in front of Myrna and she focused her attention on Myrna's tits.

At first all Edith did was smile. Then she ran her fingers around the bulge of each tit, prodding a bit to see how firm they were under the leather of the bra. Finally her fingers moved to Myrna's exposed nipples and she touched the nipple clamps.

"They hurt a bit, don't they?"

Myrna could say nothing because of the ball gag in her mouth. By now her nipples were numb. The only time she felt pain was when the pressure was increased or when the clamps were pulled.

The older woman seemed amused by the nipple clamps, but she did nothing to them except touch them carefully. Then she turned to her husband and asked him what he thought of Myrna. Did he think they'd have any difficulty with her? They might give her to the children if he wanted that. Edith said she'd like a few days with Myrna, but after that she wouldn't mind giving her to the children. Unless Henry had other ideas.

"Do you like her, darling? The tits are nice, aren't they?"

Myrna closed her eyes. She wished she could shut her ears. She hated listening to them. She was so helpless. She was nothing now, just a pet for these people. They would do what they want with her, train her as they called it, and then she'd be sent off somewhere in bondage.

Now Edith wanted the panties off. They had snaps it the sides. She unsnapped the panties and pulled them away from Myrna's body. The woman chuckled as she stroked Myrna's bare ass. She pushed her fingers inside Myrna's asscrack and looked at Myrna's eyes with amusement as she tickled Myrna's asshole.

"She's skittish, Henry. Oh, I do like her." She suddenly pulled the ball-gag out of Myrna's mouth and shoved three fingers between Myrna's lips.

"Suck my fingers! Get them good and wet!"

Myrna did it. She sucked Edith's three fingers until Edith was satisfied. Then the older woman giggled and dropped the fingers down to Myrna's asscrack. Myrna groaned as the first finger pushed inside her asshole. First one finger and then two fingers and then three fingers. She took the fingers without crying out. She had to bend over a bit, but she took them. After all the weeks of having Frank's huge cock in there, she could take three fingers now without agony.

Edith was pleased. She said Myrna's ass was still elastic enough to have a good grip. She pulled her fingers out of Myrna's ass and brought the fingers up to Myrna's mouth so Myrna could clean them.

"She won't be difficult to train," Edith said to Henry, her fingers sliding in and out of Myrna's mouth. "I don't think she'll need more than a month with us. I don't like it when they're here too long. It's not good for us, Henry. They ought to go out of here still fresh. We've had too much trouble in the past when we keep them too long. You do agree, don't you, darling? I want you to promise we'll get her back to Linda when she's ready."

Then Edith's fingers moved over Myrna's belly and into her cuntbush. She pinched Myrna's cuntlips, then probed between them to find Myrna's clit. She poked around Myrna's clit as if gauging its size, then her fingers pushed inside Myrna's cunthole, two fingers pushing inside and then sliding out again. The older woman seemed satisfied. She moved away from Myrna, walked back to the sofa and sat down beside her husband again.

She smiled at Myrna. "On your knees now. Always on your knees unless you are told otherwise. Do it now, darling. Down on our knees."

Myrna did it. She slumped to her knees on the carpet. She knelt there quivering, waiting for the next command. By this time she knew how useless it was to resist. Linda had taught her that. And Mrs. Albert seemed more capable than Linda. Myrna closed her eyes and prayed they wouldn't hurt her.

Edith began talking to Myrna, warning her about obedience, telling her of all the things they intended to teach her. She spoke of the children again, and now Myrna learned the children were actually in their early twenties. The Albert children. A boy and a girl. Myrna would meet them soon enough.

"Now come here," Edith said. "Crawl over here and lick me."

Myrna crawled. She had no need to ask where Edith wanted to be licked. Edith had already pulled her dress up to her waist to reveal her full white thighs and the wiry bush of cunt hair between them. She wore no panties. Just beige stockings with garters in the tops. The older woman smiled and spread her cuntlips with her fingers to show Myrna her clit.

Myrna gasped as she looked at it. Edith had the biggest clit Myrna had ever seen or imagined. As thick as her thumb and almost as king. The pink thing dangled there in the upper part of Edith's gash. Not a pretty pussy. An ugly gash of a cunt, the outer lips lined with coarse brown hair and the inner lips thick and protruding. Edith touched her cunthole, scooped out some cuntjuice on her finger and brought it up to paint the shaft of her huge clit. Her cunthole gaped like an open pink mouth, the rim covered with a white froth of cunt slime.

Edith giggled when she saw the revulsion in Myrna's eyes. "Oh yes, Linda warned me you were a bit slow about pussy. Well, get your nose in it, darling. You're to be good friends with it. Kissing friends."

And she laughed at her joke, laughing and looking at Henry until he chuckled along with her.

Myrna had no choice. In a moment she had her face between Edith's thighs, her tongue licking at the woman's oozing cunthole, her nose pushing at Edith's big clit. Edith's cunt was like a boiling cauldron, hot and wet and twitching under Myrna's lips. Myrna chewed and sucked the woman's reeking cuntflesh. If they wanted her to be an animal, she'd be an animal. She knew that sooner or later they would find some reason to hurt her. She'd come to expect it now. She'd already seen the meanness in Edith's eyes.

Edith was amused at Myrna's accomplished sucking. "She's good, Henry. Once she puts her mind to it, she's quite good. What a good little slut she is."

Then for no reason at all she suddenly slammed her fist into the side of Myrna's head. Myrna was caught by surprise and she fell back with a cry of pain. Edith cackled with glee and kicked at Myrna's face with her foot. Myrna managed to dodge the blow. Now she was frightened. The woman had a crazy look in her eyes. Myrna was terrified now completely terrified.

Edith kept her skirt at her hips. She slid forward on the sofa. She pulled her knees up to reveal the lower part of her crotch and calmly told Myrna to lick her asshole.

Myrna shuddered and slid forward to do the woman's bidding. She nuzzled in, pushing her nose at Edith's sopping cunthole as she started licking her grommet. Edith made a sound of pleasure as she felt Myrna's tongue. She stroked Myrna's head, ran her fingers around Myrna's ear. Myrna kept her tongue moving. Up and down, then around in circles, the tip of her tongue tickling the center of Edith's asshole.

After a while Edith tired of it and pushed Myrna's face away. Myrna looked at Henry and saw that he already had his cock out. He was waiting for her. And smiling. For the first time she saw how cruel his smile was. She crawled to him without waiting for the order. She moved between his spread knees to get his cock in her mouth. Reverend Albert sighed with contentment as she began rolling her tongue over his bloated cockhead.

Myrna sucked on his spongy cock-knob. He had a big prick for a little man, a big hot fuckstick that surprised her by its hardness. Now he held her head with both hands and directed her movements. She could tell he was no novice at this. She could tell he'd been sucked a thousand times in just this way. She wondered about these people. She wondered who they really were and what they would do to her. In a moment Henry pushed her back and rose up on his feet. He wanted her mouth on his cock again. He wagged it at her, then smiled as she covered his knob with her lips again. Now he began fucking her face, holding her head again with his hands while he rocked on his toes to fuck his cock in and out of her open mouth.

"She has a wicked mouth," Henry said with a groan.

Edith chuckled. "We'll teach her how to use it, won't we, darling?"

Henry never answered her. The next moment he grunted as his cock exploded in Myrna's mouth. She held still and took it. He pumped in her mouth, shooting his spunk on her tongue, his hot jism spurting on her tongue and then rolling down her gullet.

Myrna swallowed his load. She closed her eyes and swallowed the wad of cock-slime he'd given her. She quivered with revulsion as it went down. She always hated it. She hated the spunk and the cuntjuice and all the other disgusting things they put in her mouth.

Henry finally pulled his cock out of Myrna's mouth and started questioning her. He wanted to know if she liked men. He said too many women who came to them liked sex with women. He said the world could tolerate only so much of that.

"We have to think of the importance of the family," he said. Then he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. His pants at his ankles, he turned around to present Myrna with his scrawny ass. He leaned forward, pulling his asscheeks open with his hands and told her to clean his asshole.

Myrna shuddered and moved forward. She pressed her face against the reverend's ass and started licking his asscrack. Henry talked to her while she did it. He said they would teach her to behave. He said they'd been quite successful at it and he was sure she would make a good pupil. He wiggled his ass against her face, then grunted with approval when Myrna nibbled with her teeth at his asshole.

"Yes, that's good," he said. "Always do a bit more, my dear. The true slave always does a bit more than she's asked to do."

When he told her to bend over one of the chairs so that he could fuck her, Myrna thought he was kidding. But when Henry turned around, she saw that his cock was indeed ready for fucking. Sucking his ass had evidently given him another hard-on. She was surprised because he wasn't that young any more.

Myrna rose up and went to one of the chairs. She bent over it with her ass in the air. In a moment Henry was behind her with his, hands on her hips. He kept muttering about obedience and sin and how important it was for a woman to behave herself, and all time he spoke his hands fondled her ass and played with her cunt. Edith sat there watching it all, sipping some sherry now, her cunt still exposed and her fingers teasing her cuntlips.

Henry pushed his belly against Myrna's ass. She found herself wondering about them, what they were like when they were alone. Did he fuck her this way? She suspected that somehow called the shots in their marriage. Edith might bend over to get fucked, but she still called the shots. You could never tell about people just looking at them. You had to be in the bedroom and watch them.

Now Henry pried her cuntlips apart and tickled the mouth of her cunthole. In a moment she felt his cock pushing inside her cunt. He started fucking her with an easy rhythm, talking all the time while his cock slid in and out of her pussy. He rubbed her asshole with his thumb, then shoved his thumb inside and screwed it around. Myrna groaned as she felt the double penetration. God, how she hated them! It was awful to have other people have such control over her body. She told herself she would have to escape somehow. She had no idea how she would do it, but she told herself she would have to find a way.

Henry started slamming her now. He grunted each time his belly slapped against her ass. His thumb continued reaming out her asshole, stretching her grommet, almost tearing at it. She knew what was coming. She whimpered as he suddenly pulled his dick out of her cunt and pressed his knob against her asshole. No lubrication. The bastard was going in without using anything. She moaned as he pushed forward. Henry giggled as he rammed his prick home inside her shit-tube.

"Lovely," he said. "Now roll your hips, my dear. You want to pull a bit on the cock as it goes in and out." He rubbed the stretched ring of her asshole with his finger. "My yes, now the brown comes out. A sign of passion, isn't it?"

He ordered Myrna to hold his balls while he fucked her ass. She reached back with her hand and did it, quivering with embarrassment as he talked about the shit on his cock. His belly kept slapping against her butt as he talked. She felt no pain, only the pressure of his cock in her bowels and a tingling warmth. She was shocked because he hadn't used any lubrication and yet she felt no pain. They're ruining me? she thought. They're completely ruining me!

Then Henry's hands gripped Myrna's hips with more strength. Myrna heard Edith teasing him about how much he liked having shit on his cock. Henry paid no attention to her. He kept ramming Myrna's ass until the end. He shot off with a great heave of his rump, buried his cock to the hilt inside Myrna's shit-tube as he dumped his load.

Myrna quivered and came. She couldn't believe it, but she could certainly feel the orgasm. The bastards! she thought. The rotten fucking bastards!