Wife in a slave house

CHAPTER TWO

Angela lay there cringing on the floor of the van. Lola taunted her. Jerry and Lola both seemed amused at Angela's fear of them. Jerry's finger was out of her ass, but he was still touching her. His hand ran back and forth over her legs.

"Maybe we should stop off somewhere."

"Never mind that," Lola said. "If you want to fuck her, do it right here. If we stop somewhere, there's a chance we'll lose her. Go on, fuck her if you want."

Jerry leaned closer to Angela. His hand moved from her legs to her ass. Her skirt was still around her waist and her asscheeks were uncovered. She trembled with fear he would stick his finger in her ass again. But instead all he did was tease her. He pinched her ass. He asked her if she liked to fuck.

"I bet you're a hot piece."

Angela was terrified. She was completely in their power. They could do anything they wanted to her and after that, they might even kill her. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to look at them. Looking at them just made it more horrible.

Lola was amused. "She's so scared, she'll piss in her panties."

Jerry chuckled. "That's okay, that's a turnon."

He was playing with Angela's tits now. He seemed in no hurry to fuck her. Then he pulled her head into his lap. Angela could smell him. A shudder ran through her as he pressed his face against the front of his pants.

Then he opened his fly and brought his cock out. She still had the gag in her mouth. His cock was no more than a few inches from her face. Big and thick and slowly getting hard as he stroked it with his fingers.

"You like cockmeat, baby?"

She wanted to throw up. His cock looked so huge. Then he pulled the gag out of her mouth and she gasped as he pinched her nose. "Please, I beg you!"

"Suck it, baby. Suck the prickmeat."

She shook her head violently. He slapped her face and told her again. He pulled her face forward and pushed his cock knob against her mouth. He pinched her nose, forcing her to open her lips. Finally she yielded. She was afraid he'd hurt her if she didn't. She opened her mouth to take his cock. Jerry grunted as he pulled at her head to get more of his cock between her lips.

"Come on, get it all in. All the way in, baby." He laughed. He joked with Lola about it. "I don't think she likes it. I don't think she likes my cock. What do you say about that, Lola? This chick doesn't like my cock."

His big cock filled Angela's mouth. She had to breathe through her nose and she found it difficult. Her jaws were stretched wide. He stroked her face, urging her to suck his prick. She had no idea what he wanted. She didn't know what to do, so she did nothing. She just lay there with his cock in her mouth and before long he was angry.

He pushed her face away from his cock and he rolled her over. His big hands worked at her body until he had her the way he wanted. He had her kneeling on the carpet, her head down and her ass uncovered. Her wrists were still tied behind her back and now her arms were hurting.

He pulled at her panties, and then ripped them away to expose her ass. She felt his fingers playing with her aunt, probing between her cunt lips to find her cunt hole. His fingers pushed inside, brutally spearing her tender flesh. He churned his fingers around, muttered something to Lola and pulled his fingers out. In a moment Angela felt his cock pressing between her cunt lips. He pushed in. His cock felt like a huge club forcing its way inside her cunt-channel. A plaintive cry came out of her throat as he started fucking her.

"She's got a dry pussy," Jerry said. He pulled back and grunted as he rammed in again. "I hate a damn cunt when it's dry."

Lola laughed. "I guess you don't turn the girl on, Jerry."

Angela prayed he would finish quickly. He reminded her so much of Ken. They were both animals. But this was much worse. This was a nightmare and she told herself she wanted to die. She felt completely degraded. His cock bruised her cunt. It was awful to be taken like this in front of another woman. Lola seemed to enjoy it. Angela couldn't understand why Lola showed no interest in helping her. She suddenly hated Lola more than Jerry.

Jerry finally shot off in Angela's cunt. She heard him grunting and then she felt the sudden wetness. He pulled his cock out of her pussy. He slapped her ass and she rolled away to the side with a sob.

Jerry cursed. "She's a lousy fuck."

"I told you why," Lola teased. "You just don't turn her on. Let's find out if she likes pussy."

Angela started trembling again as she watched Lola pull her jeans off. She can't mean it, Angela thought. But of course Lola did mean it. The brunette wore nothing under her jeans. She had a dark hairy cunt. She ran her fingers through her cunt bush and smiled at Angela.

"Now you get to suck the goodies, honey." Lola moved to Angela, pushed her over on her back and squatted over Angela's face. She ordered Angela to suck her cunt. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers to show Angela the inside of her cunt gash. Angela couldn't help looking at the girl's hairy pussy. Lola's clit was like a big red bean. Angela could see the film of white cunt juice at the opening of Lola's gaping cunt hole. Then suddenly there was nothing but darkness as Lola sat down on Angela's face.

She could smell it. Angela had the smell of Lola's cunt in her nose as Lola mashed her pussy against Angela's face. Angela was nauseated. Lola's dripping cunt seemed to be everywhere, covering her eyes and nose and mouth. Then Lola pulled up a bit to make it easier for Angela. She ordered Angela to use her tongue.

When Angela did nothing, Lola slapped her. Angela shuddered and stuck her tongue out. She started licking. She soon had the salty taste of Lola's cunt juice on her tongue. Lola giggled and asked for more.

"Stick it up my pussyhole. Get it all the way in there."

She pressed down on Angela's face. Angela did what the girl wanted. She stuck her tongue deep inside Lola's cunt hole. She could feel Lola's fingers near her nose as Lola rubbed her clit.

Lola jerked off on Angela's face. The brunette grunted as she came. Angela retched as a gob of slimy cunt juice slid over her tongue. The hot juice seemed to pour out of Lola's pussy. Then Angela realized that some of it was piss and she wanted to die. Lola laughed as she climbed off Angela's face.

After a while the van stopped somewhere. Moose, the one who was driving, wanted his turn at Angela. He came into the back. He was a brawny-looking man and Angela was suddenly terribly afraid of him.

Moose knew exactly what he wanted. The others watched as he forced Angela to kneel on the carpeted floor. His hands were rough as he pushed Angela's head down. Then his fingers worked at the rope that bound her ankles. "Christ, we don't need this. She's not going anywhere." He spread her legs apart. In a moment Angela felt his cock ramming inside her cunt from behind.

He gripped her asscheeks with his big hand. He fucked in and out of her cunt slowly. He grunted as his fingers toyed with her asshole. Then his pace quickened. He fucked hard and deep until his load boiled over. He rammed into her as he dumped his load in her cunt.

When Moose pulled his cock out of Angela's cunt, Lola started teasing Angela about all the jism in her pussy. Moose left the back of the van and went back to the driver's seat. In a moment the van was moving again. Lola scooped same cunt juice out of her own cunt gash and wiped it over Angela's face. Angela closed her eyes and started crying. The feel of the wet slime on her face was horrible.

After that they drove for hours and hours. Angela slept awhile. She dreamt she was free, on a beach somewhere in the sun. She came awake when the van stopped. She had no idea where they were now. Jerry opened the back door of the van and Angela saw that it was night outside. Moose came around from the front and he helped Jerry carry Angela out of the van and into a house. They took her to a bare room and switched the overhead light on. Then the two men left.

Angela lay on the floor. She thought of getting up and running, but she was too exhausted. Finally the door opened and Lola came in. She brought some water and Angela drank it. After that Lola cleaned Angela's face.

"You look messy. You've got to look pretty for Cory."

Angela had no idea who Cory was. She begged Lola for more water and Lola gave it to her. She asked Lola where she was, but Lola shook her head and refused to answer. Angela continued asking, and then she started crying again. Lola laughed and pinched one of Angela's tits until Angela groaned. After that Lola left the room and Angela was alone again.

She remained on the floor. Her wrists were still tied behind her back, but they hadn't tied her ankles again. She thought about her plight. She'd been kidnapped by these horrible people. They'd been driving so long, they could be anywhere. Maybe four or five hundred miles from her home. Ken had probably called the police by now. Maybe they'd already found the car. The more Angela thought about it, the more confident she became that she'd be found and rescued.

She looked at the room. It was just a bare room with a few chairs and a table. The shade was pulled down to cover the one window. There were no sounds of a city from outside. Angela remembered how clean the air was when she'd come out of the van. She guessed she was in the country somewhere. Once again she wondered who Cory was. Cory was the one she was supposed to be pretty for.

Then she heard talking outside the room. She was suddenly afraid again and she wanted to run. She tried to free her hands but it was useless. Someone laughed on the other side of the door. Angela shuddered, wondering what would happen to her next.

Then suddenly the door opened and a man entered. He was a tall man with dark piercing eyes. He wore neatly pressed pants and a clean white shirt. Angela immediately saw he wasn't like the others. This one seemed to be someone special. He had an air of quiet authority about him.

The man sat down in one of the chairs and smiled at Angela.

"Hello, Angela. My name's Cory."

He started questioning her. Was she married? Did she have any children? What had she been doing walking on that road? Did they hurt her in the van? He had a soft voice and Angela found herself answering his questions. She thought he might help her. He seemed to approve of her. When he wasn't asking a question, he was looking at her. He seemed to like the way she looked.

Then he asked again about her treatment in the van. "What did they do to you?"

Angela complained. "They raped me. All of them raped me and it was horrible."

Cory said nothing. Then his lips turned in a thin smile.

"Lola too?"

"She made me do things to her."

Cory chuckled. "I guess she gets that way sometimes."

Angela suddenly begged him to release her. She promised him money. She said she was sure her husband would be happy to pay something to get her back.

Cory shook his head and said it wasn't possible. "We don't do that. Once you come here, we don't do that."

Then he said she shouldn't think about escaping. He said no one ever escaped from this place. His voice was still soft. He seemed so gentle and easy and yet he was telling her she was a prisoner. She was puzzled and terrified.

Then Cory called to someone and the door opened. Jerry came in and Cory told him to untie Angela's wrists. Jerry bent down to do it and in a moment her hands were free. Cory told her to stand up and Jerry helped her.

Then Cory told her to take her clothes off. He said he wanted to look at her. A great knot of hopelessness gathered in her stomach. She knew she had to do it. She could tell by his eyes that if she refused he would have Jerry strip her clothes off her anyway. She did what he wanted. She peeled off her blouse and skin. Her panties were already gone. She unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor.

Cory looked at her. He motioned with his hand and she had to turn to show him her ass. When she faced him again, she saw that he seemed to approve. He nodded and looked at Jerry.

"Take her to the slave house."

Angela froze. She was numb as Jerry led her away. He held her arm and in a few moments they were out of the house. It was a black night, with no moon and no stars.

They walked on a gravel path and Angela was glad she still wore her flat sandals. Jerry still held her arm. He took her to a long low building, opened the door at one end and made her go inside.

It was a barracks of some kind. There were two rows of cots, a few lamps, and some clothes hanging on a line. And a group of women were inside. Angela was shocked to see the women. They were all naked and they were all looking at her. Angela shuddered upon remembering that Cory had mentioned a slave house. If this was the slave house, then these women must be the slaves. She was more frightened now than ever before. Now she was facing something totally unknown. Jerry left her, closing the door behind him as he walked out. She heard the bolt slide to lock the door from the outside.

Angela looked at the women. There were five of them. They were all young and attractive. They came forward and crowded around Angela.

"Welcome to the fun house," one of them said.

They questioned Angela about where she was from and how she'd arrived. No one seemed surprised when Angela told them she'd been kidnapped. Then Angela asked about the barracks and about the women themselves.

"Why did he call this a slave house?"

"That's what it is," a slender blonde said. "You'll find out soon enough."

Angela asked them what would happen to her and they told her she would be a slave.

"After you're trained."

"I don't believe it. No one can do that to someone else."

They all smiled. They told Angela she would learn. One of the women was sarcastic about Angela's innocence.

"You can't be such a pussycat. What did Lola do to you? Did she make you suck her off? I bet she had a time with you."

The others laughed and Angela blushed. She felt miserable. She found an empty cot and she lay down on it. The women soon ignored her and she lay there trembling in her misery.