Wife in a slave house

CHAPTER THREE

Angela had a sleepless night. She tossed and turned on the cot. She was afraid to try anything in the darkness. When dawn finally came, the others were still asleep. She lay there on her cot thinking about her plight. She looked around at the barracks. It was tidy enough. But she could see the bars outside the windows now. There was no doubt that the women in the barracks were prisoners. She looked at the door that she'd come in through last night. Now she carefully slipped off the cot and walked down to the door.

She was about to turn the handle when she heard the deep, growling of a dog outside. A guard-dog. She backed away in fear. She quickly returned to her cot and lay down again. She had to bide her time.

She told herself that if there were any chance to escape, it would come later. She had to learn about the place first. The people here wouldn't be careless enough to make it that easy for her to get away. She remembered the one called Cory. The way he'd looked at her as though she was just a piece of property he'd acquired. She wondered about the slave girls. They seemed so resigned to their fate. She wondered how they were treated. They were certainly prisoners. Bars on the windows and a guard-dog outside. It was awful.

After a while an alarm went off and the other women finally started awakening. They stretched and yawned on their cots. They sat up and started grumbling at each other. They were all naked. No one seemed bothered by it. Angela lay on her cot and watched them. She heard them joking with each other. They were all attractive women.

The women glanced at Angela occasionally, but no one seemed impressed with her presence. Their attitude seemed to be that she was just another slave girl. There were five women in the barracks beside Angela. All of them were under thirty. There were two blondes and two brunettes and one redhead. Angela thought the redhead was the most beautiful. She had the lushest body. Big tits with large pink nipples and curvy hips. The women gradually came over to talk to Angela and she learned the redhead's name was Rhoda.

Billie was a tall slender brunette with tiny gold rings piercing her nipples.

Evelyn, the other brunette, was more stacked, with swinging tits and long brawn nipples.

The two blondes seemed to be sisters. One was Susan and the other Connie. They were both sleek and a bit stand-offish, as if they felt they didn't need anyone else.

Before long the women were talking to Angela. No one questioned Angela too closely about her previous life. They treated her kindly enough, but they seemed preoccupied with their own problems.

After a while the barracks' door opened and a man appeared. Angela hadn't seen him before. She tried to hide her nakedness, but none of the other women seemed to care. The man was brutish-looking. His face was unshaved and he had a beer belly that pushed out the front of his grimy tee-shirt. He came over to Angela's cot and snickered at her.

"So here's the new one. My name's Dugan, honey. What's yours?"

Angela resisted answering him, but then she caught a look of warning from one of the other women. She kept her body covered by the blanket. She finally spoke.

"My name is Angela."

Dugan smiled. "Come on, off with the blanket so I can look at you."

He chuckled and pulled the blanket away. She was afraid to do anything. She just lay there as he looked at her naked body. She trembled as she saw the interest in his eyes.

"Nice tits!" he said. "Show me your cunt gash."

A shudder ran through her as she opened her thighs to show him her pussy. Dugan seemed amused by her fear of him as he feasted his eyes on her cunt.

"Don't try any tricks around here and you'll be all right. You try anything and you get it from me."

She froze as he touched her. His hand moved between her thighs and his fingers, touched her cunt lips. He spread the hairy lips of her pussy to look at her cunt hole. He gazed at it a long moment and then he pulled his hand away. He seemed satisfied. He turned and spoke to the others.

"All right, everybody out. Line up and let's get out of here. Come on, move your asses if you want breakfast."

The six naked women lined up near the door. Angela found herself in the middle of the line as they filed out. She had Billie behind her and Rhoda in front of her. Then they were outside in the daylight and for the first time Angela had a look at where she was.

There were six or seven low buildings grouped around a larger three story house. Neat gavel paths ran between carefully cultivated lawns and bushes. There were no other people visible, just the six of them and Dugan. He walked alongside the file of women. He led them to a small building and they went inside.

There were two rooms with tiled walls, one room with a row of three toilets and the other room with three shower nozzles. Dugan herded the women into the toilet room first. Three of the women hurried to the toilet bowls, seated themselves and started pissing.

Angela was shocked. She trembled as she realized in a moment she'd be expected to do the same. Dugan was standing right there watching. He seemed bored by it all, as if he'd seen it a thousand times. Angela was mortified. She couldn't imagine herself using the toilet in front of Dugan. Or in front of the other women, for that matter. Rut the women on the toilet seats, Rhoda and the two blonde sisters, didn't seem to care.

Then Dugan moved closer to Angela and casually put his hand on her ass. She cringed as his hand moved over her asscheeks. When she tried to inch away from him, he growled at her to stay put. She had to suffer through it. His fingers pushed beneath her ass to probe her cunt from behind. A shudder ran through her as she beard one of the women on the toilets farting. She guessed it was Rhoda. Angela was horrified as it dawned on her that all three women on the toilets were now shitting.

Now Dugan's fingers tickled Angela's ass crack. She trembled as he touched her asshole. "You need to go?"

Angela stammered. "I-I don't know. Please don't do that."

Dugan chuckled. He was amused by how skittish she was.

"Open your ass, cutie."

She groaned as his finger pushed inside her asshole. She was aware that the other women were watching her now. She closed her eyes. She wanted to die. She stood there frozen as Dugan's finger worked deep inside her ass. Finally he pulled his finger out. He sniffed his finger and laughed at her.

"Yeah, you got to go, all right. Don't play any games and hold back. I want you shitting when you sit down."

Then he wiped his finger on her hip and moved away from her.

Rhoda and the sisters were at last off the toilets and now it was Angela's turn. Angela realized it was no use fighting it. She sat down on the middle toilet seat. Her bladder was full and she started pissing almost immediately. She heard the others doing the same.

Then after that the shitting started on either side of her. She remembered what Dugan had told her. He was looking at her now. Their eyes met and she blushed. She had to shit. She couldn't help it. She closed her eyes and pretended she was alone. She prayed she wouldn't fart. Two long turds came out of her ass and she quickly flushed the toilet without getting up.

Then a roll of toilet paper was passed to her and he tore some paper off the roll and wiped herself. She felt completely degraded. She wondered what Dugan thought about as he stood there watching a group of naked women pissing and shitting under his eyes. She felt a sudden hatred for him. She had an urge to kill him.

Finally the toilet time was finished and Dugan ordered them all into the shower room. He told them to double up. He said they were late for breakfast. Angela found herself under one of the shower nozzles with Billie. The slender brunette seemed amused to have Angela so close to her. She slipped her arms around Angela's waist as the water cascaded over them.

Then Billie started soaping Angela's body and now Angela quivered with the strangeness of it. Billie smiled when she saw how Angela felt.

"Just relax, honey. Let me wash you. Don't let that bastard get you down."

Billie's hands moved over Angela's tits, lathering them up with soap, then gently squeezing and fondling them. Angela felt her nipples get stiff. She felt soothed by Billie's hands. Then she suddenly realized Billie's caresses were totally sexual and she tried to pull away. Billie held her, spoke in her ear and told her not to make a fuss. She said Dugan liked to see the women play with each other.

"We've got to keep him happy or he gets mean." She told Angela to just go along with it.

Then Dugan spotted them and he made a wisecrack about Billie feeling up Angela. "Hey, Billie, you got some new pussy, huh?"

Angela shuddered. Billie's fingers were near her cunt now. Angela closed her eyes and moved her legs apart as Billie's fingers pushed between her cunt lips. Billie found her clit and whispered in her ear.

"You want to come, honey? It'll help you to relax. You've got to stay relaxed in this place."

Billie's fingers started rubbing Angela's clit and Angela groaned. "Please don't."

Billie wouldn't stop. She had an expert touch. She rubbed the shaft of Angela's clit until Angela had an orgasm. Angela was intensely embarrassed. No one had ever done it to her before. She was mortified.

Then finally the showering was finished and Dugan handed each of them a towel to dry themselves off. Billie stayed close to Angela as they left the building ma file. Dugan led them along one of the gravel paths, the women stepping carefully in their bare feet.

Angela saw more of the grounds now. The place seemed huge. They seemed to be in a valley of some kind. She could see nothing around them except mountains. She had no idea where she was.

She walked with the others into another small building and she soon understood it was a mess hall. She was thankful for it. She was hungry and she was eager to have some food in her stomach.

The women lined up at a food counter. They had breakfast served to them by three women behind the counter. The serving women were as naked as those they served. Angela thought the serving women looked haggard. Some of them had bruises on their arms and faces. All three of them wore leather collars with metal rings in back and front.

Angela took her tray of food and went to one of the tables. Billie came to sit with her and they started eating breakfast together. Billie smiled when she saw Angela's eyes returning again and again to the serving women behind the counter.

"They're just like us only worse," Billie explained.

"I don't understand."

Billie shrugged. "Those are serving girls. They serve everybody, including us. You'll either be with a group like us or with a group like them. She said Angela would get assigned to one group or the other. Either a serving girl or a playgirl."

"Playgirl?"

Billie chuckled. "You'll see."

Billie told Angela that the serving girls did all the dirty work, the laundry and the cooking and cleaning. She said they also had to have the dirty sex with the masters.

Angela felt herself trembling. "What do you mean?"

Billie showed no emotion as she explained things. She said the serving girls sometimes had to drink piss and eat slit. Billie said that as long as a girl stayed desirable, she could avoid being a serving girl. She warned Angela to make sure she was chosen to be one of the playgirls and not a serving girl. She said the way to do it was to show the masters she could turn them on.

"They like them hot," Billie said with a smile. "You just be as hot as you know how."

By the time breakfast was finished, Angela was thoroughly frightened about what would happen to her. Finally the girls were led out of the mess hall and back to the barracks. All of them except Angela were told to go inside. Dugan said Angela was to be shown to the masters immediately.

"I'll take you over there, cutie." He locked the barracks door and led Angela away.

He fondled her ass as they walked. "Billie rang your buzzer in the shower, didn't she? You better watch it with her, she'll bite your clit off." He laughed at his joke as he squeezed Angela's asscheeks. "Nice little ass. Do you like it in the ass? Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you're a hot one when you get going."

The weather had suddenly cooled and the gravel was cold. Angela cringed at the feel of his hand on her ass, but she could do nothing. Finally they came to the large three story house and Dugan led her up the steps and inside the front door.

He took her to a room and left her there. In a moment a serving girl came in, a naked girl with a leather collar around her neck. The girl hardly looked at Angela. She went to a small dressing table and took some make-up things out of a drawer. Then the serving girl opened a closet and pulled some clothes and shoes out.

"You can sit here," the girl said, pointing to the chair in front of the dressing table.

Angela sat down. She tried talking to the girl and asking her questions about what would happen, but the girl refused to talk.

The serving girl helped Angela make up her face. Then the girl showed Angela the clothes and shoes and told Angela to put them an.

"You'd better hurry, honey. They're waiting for you and they don't like it when they wait too long."

She said Angela would go out to them three times. First she'd have everything on. Then she'd go out with only the underwear and heels. Finally she'd go out naked with only the high heeled sandals.

She said after the masters had a chance to look Angela over, they would decide what to do with her. She teased Angela. She said that if they didn't like Angela, she'd wind up with a leather collar around her neck.

"Just like me." The serving girl snickered. "Then you won't be so snotty any more."

Angela's hands trembled as she started getting dressed.