"Sold into slavery" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richmond Charles)

CHAPTER EIGHT

In the bedroom Lucy pulled out a maid's uniform and tossed it on the bed. "Put that on. You can serve us our dinner this evening."

Susan picked up the uniform as Lucy rummaged around in the closet. There wasn't much to the uniform, but Susan did as she was told. If it was what they wanted her to wear, then it was what she would wear. A second later a pair of dark nylons flew back toward Susan's feet, followed by a pair of high heels. A garter belt came out, but no panties or bra.

Finally Lucy straightened up and eyed Susan as she began putting the garments on. Susan sat down on a chair by the bed and slid the nylons up her long legs.

The maid's outfit consisted of little more than a bib that barely covered her tits, leading down to a short skirt that was completely open in the back and covered her crotch by about one inch below the lips of her cunt. A tiny white apron was tied at her waist and the outfit set off by a frilly white cap for her head.

Once dressed, Lucy led her back into the kitchen mid told her where everything was. They were having steak, broiled potatoes and creamed carrots, along with lemon pie. Lucy and Jerome sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while they watched their slave prepare supper. Susan knew their eyes were fixed on her rounded asscheeks, but being nearly nude didn't seem to bother her as much as it first did.

It took Susan almost an hour to prepare supper the way Lucy had said they wanted it. Every once in a while a hand would stop her and rub up and down her asscheeks before letting her go on with her work.

She stood back when she was done and watched them eat. She hadn't thought about being hungry, but now she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She was hoping she would be fed once they were through.

Lucy looked over at Susan and caught the girl staring at the food. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, Mistress. I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning."

"But you had plenty to drink, didn't you?" Jerome chuckled, reminding Susan of all the piss she'd had to swallow.

Her eyes dropped in shame. "Yes, Master."

"Oh?" Lucy looked at Jerome. "What is this about drinking?"

Jerome explained the scene on the stage earlier in the day as Lucy listened intently. When Jerome was finished, Lucy looked up at Susan. "Did you enjoy the action on the stage?"

"I-I do what I'm told, Mistress," Susan said.

"Come over here, cunt."

Susan edged along the table until she was standing alongside Lucy.

"Undo the bib."

Susan reached behind her neck and pulled the tie loose and let the bib fall forward to reveal her tits.

"Put your right tit on my plate." Dropping to her knees, Susan scooted forward and placed her naked tit on the plate, pushing it into the steak sauce that remained.

Lucy picked up a fork and placed the tines down on top of the tit. She pressed the tines down to dig deeply into the soft flesh.

"Oooooooh!" Susan sobbed as the fork dug down into her tit-flesh, hurting her.

"Now, cunt, I asked you if you liked swallowing men's piss. I didn't ask you whether or not you did what you were told!"

The fork pressed deeper into her flesh.

"Aaaannnngggh!" Susan yelped as the pain in her tit shot through her chest.

"Answer me, you slut!" The tines pressed harder. "Ahhhhhh – oh, yes, Mistress, I – ohhhhh – enjoyed swallowing the men's piss!" Susan gasped.

"Good, then let's see how you like a woman's piss. Get down between my legs and cover my cunt with that mouth of yours," Lucy said.

Susan felt her stomach tighten.

The fork eased up off her tit, leaving four red marks where the tine had dug.

Lucy spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow and Susan knelt down between them. Since Lucy hadn't bothered to slide her dress up, Susan had to pull her head up under the dress. Opening her mouth, she placed her lips tightly against the hairy cunt in front of her.

"That's it, toilet-mouth," Lucy said, and squeezed down with her stomach muscles.

Susan felt a little piss seep into her mouth, but it was quickly followed by a gush of the awful liquid spilling into her mouth and running down her throat, forcing her to swallow as fast as she could. She felt the yellow liquid run down into her stomach.

At last the piss stopped, but Susan had to lick Lucy's cunt with her tongue until the drops of piss that clung to the cunt-hair were gone before she was allowed to rise. She stood beside Lucy, her right tit still hurting and covered with steak sauce.

"Now, maybe we'll let you eat," Lucy said, and began scraping all of the scraps into a bowl. Once the bowl was full she put it on the floor. "If you're really hungry, you can eat like the bitch dog that you are. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back."

Susan knelt in front of the bowl, wondering how she would ever be able to eat without the use of her bands, but she knew she would somehow have to manage. She leaned forward until her chin rested on the edge of the bowl.

Jerome moved his chair around to Susan's side, eyeing the naked ass sticking up in the air and watching as Susan pat her face into the bowl.

As Susan rose with a piece of meat dangling between her teeth, Jerome took one of the long candles off the table. When Susan pulled the meat back into her mouth, she felt Jerome's bands part her asscheeks, and she almost choked as Jerome fucked six inches of candle up her asshole. She was amazed that there was very little pain. She felt a little pressure until the candle was in, but no real pain. She figured after her asshole had taken Jerome's huge cock, the candle was nothing and bent back over the bowl, seeking another piece of meat.

Steak sauce covered her nose, lips, cheeks and chin as she slurped up bits of fatty steak and leftover potatoes all mixed together. Jerome's fucking of her asshole with the candle did little to break her concentration on the bowl in front of her.

After eating, she had to clean up the kitchen, and she was told if she let the candle fall out of her asshole while working she would be severely punished. So all through clean up she had to constantly remain aware of keeping her ass muscles clenched as tightly as she could.

As Jerome and Lucy got up from the table, Lucy told Susan she could serve them wine in the living room. Susan acknowledged Lucy and opened a bottle as Jerome and Lucy left the kitchen.

Susan found the wine glasses, poured the wine into them, and carried them into the living room, where the couple had settled down side by side to watch television.

Jerome looked up at her. "Go to the bathroom and clean up. We don't want to have to look at the ugly mess you made of yourself."

When Susan returned from the bathroom, Jerome had his cock sticking straight up out of his fly. He looked over at her and motioned toward his cock. "Come on over here and sit on this."

Susan obediently walked over to him and started to straddle him.

"No," he said, "turn around and face the TV."

Susan turned around, spread her legs and slowly lowered her body, looking down through her spread legs for his cock. When she got close enough, she reached back and grasped the stiff prick. Already she could feel her cunt beginning to release its lubricating juices.

She guided her body down until his cock-head slid up between her pussy-folds. With a shudder she pressed her weight down on the huge cock, reeling it spreading her pussy walls wider and wider as it entered her body.

Again she felt her stomach clench and knew that a feeling of complete sexual fulfillment was creeping up on her. She knew her body was once again going to take control of her mind and send her reeling into the depravity of lust and climax.

"Ahhh, yeah, that's good, slut! Goddamn, your slut ass and pussy are tight!" Jerome gasped as his hands snaked around her to covet her tits. She moaned as his fingers squeezed into the supple flesh.

Susan gasped as his palms rubbed across her large nipples, bringing them to sharp peaks almost immediately. She loved the feeling of his fingers digging harshly into her soft tit-flesh.

Slowly she began rising, feeling the thick cock slide along the walls of her pussy. She moaned loudly and knew Lucy was staring at her. She rose up until only the tip of Jerome's cock-head was parting her cunt-lips, then dropped down, feeling the long thick cock fuck forcefully deep into her body.

"Oh yeah, baby, do it again!" Jerome whispered.

Up she went again and again as moans of pleasure involuntarily escaped through her lips. Jerome's fingers grabbed the two swollen nubbins of her nipples and squeezed, bringing another moan of painful delight from her.

Lucy moved around in front of Jerome and Susan, staring at the girl's cunt riding up and down on her husband's long hard prick. She could see Susan's cunt-lips press in as Susan went down on the cock, and then they pulled back out to ride along the thick cock as Susan moved up to let the cock slide out of her. She watched as Susan's eyes closed and her mouth opened wide to allow a gasp of utter pleasure to flow out. Lucy's eyes moved to her husband's fingers, watching them pull and twist at her nipples, stretching them first one way then another.

Susan felt the pain shooting through her tit-mounds and cried out as she rode the cock faster and faster. "Pull on 'em! Make 'em hurt! Stretch 'em! Oooooohhhh, shit!" she screamed.

Up and down she slammed her cunt, paying no attention to Lucy. All that mattered was the orgasm that was approaching.

She felt her cunt wails expand from the pressure of Jerome's cock as it swelled larger and larger. She felt the huge cock beat like a heart and send its load of hot cock-juice spilling into her anxiously waiting cunt. She felt her own juices release as another scream of joy tore from her throat and filled the air. That delicious feeling of reaching the peak and wanting to remain there forever was crashing all around her as spurts of hot cam shot again and again into her cunt. But as quickly as it had started, it was over.

It took Susan and Jerome several minutes to get their breath back before Jerome pulled her back against his chest and kissed her on the mouth. Her own lips parted to accept his probing tongue, which rubbed against her own and then pulled out.

"You really like it, don't you?" Lucy asked. As Susan rose from the shrinking cock, she looked down at Lucy. "I-I don't know, Mistress."

"Well, if you don't, you certainly put on a good show," Lucy said as she saw pussy-juice mixed with her husband's cum seep out of Susan's cunt and start streaming down the insides of her thighs.

"May I use the bathroom, Mistress?" Susan asked.

"Yes, yes, before that waterfall spills onto the carpet."

Susan headed for the bathroom to clean up the fuck-juices she had milked from Lucy and Jerome.