Wife in a slave house

CHAPTER FOUR

Angela knew she looked beautiful as she walked into the room. She wore a lovely black knit dress and high-heeled sandals. Her face was carefully made up. The dress was her exact size, close fitting around her tits and hips. The serving girl had offered her a choice of beige or smoky nylons and Angela had chosen the darker stockings because she thought they looked more sexy.

Now she walked down the aisle in the midst of all these people. There were at least several dozen men and women in the room. They sat surrounding a large open area. In the center of the area was a leather exercise horse.

Angela saw Cory sitting up front. He smiled and beckoned to her. She recognized Lola sitting behind him. Dugan stood off at the side with his anus folded. Angela hadn't seen the other people before. She walked up to Cory and stood in front of him.

The room had the appearance of a large living room. There were easy chairs and sofas, but there in the center was that leather horse.

Cory told Angela to walk slowly around the horse. "My friends would like to look at you."

She blushed at the way he stared at her. She was afraid not to obey Cory. She started walking around the leather horse. She felt all the eyes upon her. She pretended they weren't there. She made believe it was just Cory and herself. Her high heels clicked on the wooden parquet floor. She heard some of the people talking to each other. Were they talking about her? She felt so awkward. All these strange people. She kept walking around and around.

Then finally Cory ordered her to stop. He told her to stand in the center of the room near the horse. She was in a daze. She was afraid to do anything wrong. These people had complete power over her. She told herself the best thing to do was to wait and see what happened.

As she stood surrounded by the seated people, she heard them talking about her. They asked Cory questions and he answered them. Angela understood very little of it. She remembered what Billie had told her about these people deciding her fate.

Finally Cory nodded at Angela and told her to go back to the other room. She walked back the way she had come. She felt their eyes on her.

The serving girl was waiting for Angela with a smirk on her face. "Well, how was it? You're scared, aren't you? I was scared too when I did it. They make you afraid, don't they?"

She helped Angela get her dress off. She smiled at Angela and said she looked sexy. Angela was now wearing a black lace undie set, a black garter belt, the smoky nylons and the black sandals with stiletto heels.

"You look sexy, all right," the serving girl said.

Angela knew it would be awful to face all those people out there dressed as she was.

But she knew she had to do it. She went back when the signal came. She walked into the room and walked down the aisle to where Cory was.

No one seemed surprised about the way she was dressed. She thought they looked at her with more interest now. Or maybe it was her imagination. Some of the people did look bored.

Once again Cory told her to walk slowly around the horse. Now she felt the full brunt of their eyes. She felt whorish in the lace undies. She never wore underwear like this. She felt terribly awkward because the bra and panties were almost transparent.

But she saw that some of the people were hardly looking at her. She had a sudden bout of fear. She remembered what Billie had said about pleasing them. Some of the people in the room were talking to each other and ignoring her. She tried to avoid thinking about the people or what she was doing. She thought about escaping. She told herself there must be some way to escape.

This time when Cory told her to stop walking, he did not have her stand still. He told her to return immediately to the other room. A bolt of fear went through Angela. She could feel herself sweating as she walked away from the horse. Please God don't let them make me a serving girl, she thought. She wanted to cry. Now she regretted she hadn't tried to be more seductive. She had one more chance. The girl who'd helped her dress had told her she'd go out naked the last time. My last chance, Angela thought.

The serving girl chuckled at Angela. "You're scared, aren't you?"

Angela nodded. "Tell me what to do. Please help me."

The girl looked smug. "Well, first you get stripped. Nothing but the shoes."

She helped Angela get the underwear off. Angela had to unbuckle the sandals in order to get her stockings off. Then finally she was naked. She put the sandals back on and looked at the serving girl.

"Will you help me?"

The girl gave her a cold smile. "You hate the idea of wearing one of these collars, don't you? You think you're better than me."

"No. I don't."

Angela wanted to cry. Then she realized that it would ruin her make-up and she would look horrible.

The serving girl was amused by Angela's distress. "My name's Lynn."

"And I'm Angela."

The girl snickered. "I already know that. I heard Cory talk to you."

"Will you help me?"

"You've got nice tits. Make sure they jiggle around when you walk."

"What else?"

"And your ass. Don't be afraid to show them your ass. Put on a little show for them. Even if Cory doesn't tell you to do it. Let them see your pussy and asshole."

"Oh God."

"If you don't do it, they won't like you. They won't choose you to be a playgirl. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then put on a show."

"I don't know if I can."

Angela hated the idea of facing all those people naked. She couldn't bear the thought of doing what Lynn had suggested. She wanted to run. But of course if she tried to run they would force her into that room again.

She returned to the large room again. This time she had only the heels on. They all looked at her as she walked down the aisle to Cory. She stopped in front of him and he smiled at her.

"Very nice, Angela."

Once again he told her to walk around the horse.

She did it. She deliberately moved slowly. Then she remembered what Lynn had said about shaking her tits and she walked a bit faster. She glanced down to see if her tits were jiggling. She prayed it would be enough. She prayed they would like her enough to make her a playgirl.

Cory finally told her to stand still when she came around to him again. He ordered her to bend over with her hands on the horse and stick her ass out.

"Keep your legs apart," he said.

Angela suddenly froze. She couldn't do it. She found it impossible to move a muscle. She couldn't do what he wanted in front of all these people. She couldn't expose herself to them. All the eyes. The women were looking at her with as much, lust as the men. She stood there paralyzed, unable to move, unable to obey Cory's order.

Cory spoke to her again. "Angela?"

"I can't."

"You must obey me, Angela."

"I can't!"

There was an eerie silence in the room. Angela could feel her legs trembling. Cory looked at Dugan and Dugan grinned and started walking towards them. Angela saw that Dugan held a rod of some kind in his hand. When he was a few feet from Angela, he raised his arm and touched the rod to Angela's belly.

An electric shock suddenly ripped through her middle. She cried out and doubled over. Dugan poked her again. She felt the shock a second time and she fell down at Cory's feet. She wanted to throw up. She was trembling from head to toe now. She lay naked on the floor trembling with fear.

Some of the people in the room giggled. Cory spoke to Angela again. He told her to get up. He told her to bend over the horse. This time Angela did it. Now she was too afraid of Dugan and the electric prod. She bent over with her hands on the leather horse the way Cory had instructed her.

"You were stupid to be disobedient," Cory said.

He said she would be punished severely whenever she disobeyed them. Next time the punishment would be more severe. He said she had to learn what was expected of her.

Then he told her to move forward and put her head on the horse. When she did that, he told her to spread her legs apart and pull her asscheeks open.

Angela started crying. But she did what Cory wanted. She reached back with her hands and pulled her asscheeks apart. All the people sitting behind her could see everything she had. She was deathly afraid of them now. She realized she would never have any choice about anything. She had to do what they told her to do. She heard Cory give an order to Dugan. Then a shudder ran through her as she felt Dugan's hands on her ass. He tickled, her cunt. It was horrible because she knew everyone was watching him. Then he started playing with her asshole. She still had her asscheek spread with her hands. She was afraid to let go of her ass. She had to hold her ass open while Dugan played with it.

Then suddenly she felt something push inside her asshole. It was metal object of some kind. It felt so cold. Cory said something to Dugan and the thing in her asshole suddenly came alive. She felt the electric current. She felt as though her ass and cunt were exploding together. She cried out and lost control of herself. She started pissing all over her legs as the electric shock continued.

Then it stopped as abruptly as it had started.

Cory was explaining something to the audience. Angela felt the metal plug come out of her ass.

She felt Dugan's fingers again. This time he was greasing her asshole. She was frozen with shock.

A moment later she felt his cock pushing at her asshole to get in. He grunted as his prick stretched her shitter. She sobbed against the leather of the horse. She felt her ass getting ripped open by his cock. She still held her ass with her hands. She was convinced she was going to die.

Dugan grunted as his belly slapped against her ass. He had his cock all the way inside her slitter now. He churned against her asscheeks. Angela kept her eyes closed. She felt saliva drooling out of her mouth. She wanted to die. Anything to end it. A great shudder went through her as he started fucking her.

She'd never imagined it would be like this. Dugan's cock felt so huge. And before that the electric shock had turned her insides to butter. He fucked her slowly but steadily. He held her hips with his big hands and kept his cock moving smoothly in and out of her ass.

A woman called out something. Angela heard the people talking about her. They were talking about how much training she needed. Someone said she was too green. Cory countered. He said they were using new training methods. He said he was sure she would work out.

Dugan pulled his cock out of Angela's ass before he came. She moaned as his cock knob popped out of her shit hole. Then she heard him grunting and a moment later she felt his jism splatter against her asscheeks. Angela heard some of the people snickering. She started crying again as Dugan smeared his spunk over her asscheeks.

An hour later Angela was back in the barracks. Rhoda sat with her on her cot. The redhead tried to console her.

"It's not that bad, honey."

Angela shook her head. "It was horrible. Dugan is a monster."

"He doesn't get at YOU unless you misbehave. When Cory tells you to do something, you always do it."

"Now I'll be a serving girl, won't I?"

Rhoda shrugged. "Maybe not. They do what they want. They may decide to make you a playgirl like us. There's still hope, honey."

Rhoda said that if Angela was chosen to be a playgirl, she'd be assigned for training to one of the master couples. Angela would have two weeks of that and then she'd be back in the barracks until they found a place for her.

"A place where?"

Rhoda smiled. "It could be anywhere. I'm hoping they get me a place in Florida. I've always wanted to live in Florida."

Angela quivered. "I've got to get out of here. I don't want to go any place except home."

Rhoda shook her head. "You can't get out, honey. If you try anything you'll be in big trouble. I saw what happened to a girl who tried something. They made her a serving girl and they gave her the worst of everything. She lived with Dugan awhile in his cottage. She was a wreck by the time he was through with her. You don't want that, do you?"

Angela shuddered as she thought of Dugan. She'd kill herself before she'd live with Dugan in his cottage. She leaned against Rhoda when Rhoda put her arm around her. She was grateful for Rhoda's friendship. The redhead had turned out to be nicer than the others.

Suddenly the door of the barracks opened and Dugan came in. He wanted Angela. He led her away, out of the barracks and to another building. He said nothing as they crossed the compound. He made her go into a small building. She was put into the hands of two serving girls. Dugan walked out and the girls snickered at Angela.

"On the table, honey."

Angela had to lie on a massage table while the girls worked on her. One of them shaved her pussy. Angela had no will to resist any more. Rhoda had frightened her.

After her pussy was shaved, Angela was taken to a shower to clean up. When she finished, the girls helped her get her hair dried and her face done.

Then Dugan looked in. He smiled when he saw Angela's shaved pussy. "Nice little pussy slit, cookie." Then he told Angela she'd been assigned to the Morgans to be trained as a playgirl.