Wife in a slave house

CHAPTER SEVEN

Angela had a week in the guard-house. It was hell. She was at the beck and call of all the guards and they constantly abused her. She cleaned their rooms and served them meals. They treated her like the slave she was. They fucked her whenever they felt like it. Each guard had his own room and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them would come to Angela's room and drag her back to his bed.

Most of them liked fucking her ass. She had a sore asshole nearly every day she lived with them. They also made her do everything else. She sucked their cocks. She drank their piss when they were in the mood for that. They constantly degraded her.

After about a week she heard a rumor that she might be leaving the complex. She didn't believe it. She thought they were teasing her. But then one day she was called to the main house. She was afraid as she walked. She was always afraid of Cory.

He was with a woman. They were waiting for her in a sitting room. Angela trembled in front of them.

The woman was introduced to Angela as Mrs. Farrell. Her eyes were cold. She was about forty, well-groomed. Her clothes looked expensive. She was completely poised. Angela was standing there naked, but Mrs. Farrell didn't bat an eye.

Angela was embarrassed about her nakedness. She was used to the people in the complex seeing her, but this was a stranger from outside. Angela was ashamed of the bruises on her body.

The woman looked Angela over. Her eyes took in Angela's heavy tits and shaved pussy. She seemed satisfied.

Then Cory rose. He smiled at Angela and told her to obey Mrs. Farrell. "Do whatever she wants." After that he walked out and left the two women alone.

Angela was puzzled. She remained standing while Mrs. Farrell sat there looking at her. She wondered what they had in store for her now. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

After a moment, Mrs. Farrell started questioning Angela about her previous life. She asked Angela what sort of education she had. "Any college?"

Angela nodded. "Two years."

Mrs. Farrell smiled. "Well, it's better than nothing, isn't it? You look intelligent and I like that."

The questions continued. Angela answered meekly. She was afraid to show any resistance. She was afraid Cory would be angry.

Then Mrs. Farrell leaned back in her chair. She pulled at her skirt, exposing her thighs. She wore sheer pantyhose. She calmly ordered Angela to get down on her knees and suck her crotch.

"Show me what you can do."

Angela's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she had to do it. Cory had told her to obey Mrs. Farrell.

Angela went down on her knees in front of the woman. Mrs. Farrell smiled and opened her legs. Angela moved her face forward. She could smell Mrs. Farrell's body. The smell was a mixture of perfume and a ripe-smelling pussy. She could see the woman's hairy cunt lips through the sheer pantyhose. Mrs. Farrell purred with satisfaction as Angela pressed her face against her nylon-covered crotch. She spread her thighs wider to give Angela more room. Angela started chewing the woman's cunt through her pantyhose.

Mrs. Farrell was pleased. She said she would take Angela away. Angela didn't believe it. She continued chewing and sucking Mrs. Farrell's cunt until the older woman pushed her away.

"I'm too wet," Mrs. Farrell said with a giggle. "You're good at it, aren't you? Well, let's get my pantyhose off. I think that would be better, don't you?"

Angela helped. Mrs. Farrell's shoes came off and then her pantyhose. The older woman seemed excited. She pulled her knees up to show Angela her hairy crotch. She had a ripe-looking cunt. Thick hairy outer cunt lips, with the pink inner lips and her clit clearly visible. Her pussy was soaked. Angela moved in again. Now she had the full smell of the woman's cunt in her nose.

She pressed her face against the mushy drizzling cunt. She hadn't been near a woman since they'd put her in the guard-house. She sucked at Mrs. Farrell's cunt. She sucked up all the pussy-cream she could find. Mrs. Farrell had a big clit. The older woman shuddered as Angela sucked her cunt between her teeth.

"Oh, you're good, aren't you? Yes, you're very good."

A moment later Mrs. Farrell came on Angela's face. A fresh batch of cunt juice gushed out of her cunt and Angela lapped it up as Mrs. Farrell stroked her head. Mrs. Farrell was pleased.

When Angela finally pulled away, her face was drenched. Mrs. Farrell smiled. She took some Kleenex out of her purse and carefully wiped her cunt. She wore a huge diamond on one finger and Angela guessed that the ring had cost a fortune.

When Mrs. Farrell had her pussy dried off, she made Angela help her get her shoes back on. She rolled up her pantyhose and pushed the roll inside her purse. Then she smiled at Angela.

"You do like it, don't you? Yes, I can tell you do."

She looked at the wad of Kleenex in her hand and chuckled. She ordered Angela to open her mouth. Angela did it. Mrs. Farrell shoved the wad of Kleenex inside Angela's mouth and giggled.

"There's a good bit of my juice in there. You might get it out if you chew on it."

After that Mrs. Farrell rose and walked out. She left Angela kneeling on the floor with the wad of Kleenex in her mouth. Angela was afraid to move. She was afraid to do anything any more. She was totally paralyzed with fear.

A few days later, Angela learned she was to be taken away by Mrs. Farrell. Angela wondered if she would have a better life. Or maybe it would be worse. She prayed something good would happen to her.

On the last night, the guards had a farewell orgy for Angela in the guard-house. She served them drinks wearing nothing but a tiny apron and a pair of heels. As soon as they were drunk enough, they started working her over. It was a night of sucking. At least for Angela. She had to suck twelve assholes.

All the men were drunk when she did it to them. Then she had to suck each of their cocks in turn. They joked about her. They said she was a vampire. They said she would suck their blood if she had the chance. She wallowed in their jism. There was so much of it. When they finally finished with her, she collapsed on the floor. They carried her to her room and chained her to her bed as usual. She felt like an animal.

The next morning Angela was washed and dressed and delivered to Mrs. Farrell's limousine. Mrs. Farrell was waiting for her in the back. Angela still wore her leather collar. The chauffeur seemed uninterested in her as she climbed into the back of the limo. Angela was suddenly hopeful about the future. It had to be better than the guard-house.

She sat down beside Mrs. Farrell and the limo drove off. Angela was afraid to talk. After a while Mrs. Farrell started talking. She said Angela could call her Helen.

"We'll be seeing a great deal of each other," the older woman said with a giggle.

Angela watched the houses roll by as Helen continued talking. Helen said Angela looked pretty in the clothes she was wearing. Angela blushed. The last time Helen had seen her she'd been naked.

Helen teased Angela about the leather collar.

"You'll always wear it, of course. I guess some people will know what it means. They'll envy me, won't they? Yes, I'm sure they will."

Then she told Angela to get down on the floor of the limo and get her face between her legs.

Helen uncovered her thighs as Angela went down. The back of the limo was spacious and Angela had no trouble kneeling in front of Helen. Today Helen wore a garter belt, stockings and panties. Angela moved in to get her face against Helen's warm crotch. She worked her mouth at the nylon to get at Helen's cunt. Helen's panty-crotch was soaked. Angela sucked the older woman's cunt juice through the nylon. The car rolled on. Angela had no idea how much time passed. Her nose was filled with the smell of Helen's cunt.

Finally the limo stopped. Helen pushed Angela away and straightened her dress. Angela hurried to get back into her seat. The chauffeur came around to open the door and the two women climbed out.

Helen led Angela into a large house. Angela told herself her life would be better here. No matter what happened, it would certainly be better than the guard-house and those brutes.

Inside Helen's house, Angela met the butler and one of the maids. The servants showed no surprise at Angela's presence. Helen led Angela away to the library. The older woman patted Angela's cheek.

"I'm sure they'll love you."

She was talking about her family. In a moment an old man and a younger one came in. They seemed amused by Angela. The old man was Arthur Farrell, Helen's husband. He was about sixty. The younger man was their son Peter.

The Farrell men were amused by Angela, but not surprised to see her. Peter snickered as he looked Angela over. The Farrells chatted with each other about Angela's trip. Then Helen called a maid and Angela was taken to her room. The maid's name was Mary and she seemed disgusted by Angela.

When the maid left, Angela heard the door being locked from the outside. Maybe it would be better here, but she was still a prisoner. At least she was away from the guards.

She looked at the room. It was an ordinary little bedroom with dull furniture. She walked over to a full length mirror and studied her image. She was still attractive. Her eyes looked sad but she was still pretty. She told herself maybe she could escape from the Farrells. It was a house, after all. It ought to be easier to escape from here than from the other place. There were no guards or vicious dogs. She was so thankful to be rid of the guards. She wanted to cry whenever she thought of them.

After a while the door was unlocked and Helen came in. She smiled at Angela. "All settled in?"

Angela looked away. "I don't have anything to wear."

Helen chuckled. "Oh, we'll take care of that. At the moment I need you for something. Come with me, darling."

Angela was puzzled. Helen led her out of the room and down the hall. They walked into another bedroom. Helen said it was her room. She walked into the adjoining bathroom and called to Angela to follow her.

Angela trembled with apprehension. She didn't like the look in Helen's eyes. Angela remembered that Helen could be awful when she felt like it.

When Angela came into the bathroom, Helen smiled at her and said she didn't want there to be any confusion about what Angela's duties were. "You've cost me a great deal of money and I expect to get full use out of you." Her eyes were mocking. She told Angela to sit on the small bench near the marble bathtub.

Angela meekly sat down. As Angela watched, Helen lifted her dress, pulled her panties down and seated herself on the toilet. Angela blushed as she heard Helen start pissing. Helen smiled. Then she giggled as she gave out a tiny fart.

Angela quivered as she realized that Helen was shitting now.

Helen said she'd been told that Angela was experienced at this sort of thing.

"They told me you were good. Are you good, Angela?"

Angela stammered. "I-I don't know."

"Yes you do."

Angela was mortified. "I'll do whatever you want."

Helen was amused. "You'd better, darling. Either that or I hand you back to Cory."

Then Helen was finished shitting. She was matter-of-fact about it. She showed no embarrassment at having Angela watch her. She flushed the toilet and smiled at Angela. Then Helen rose and turned her back to Angela with her dress still at her waist.

This was the first time Angela had seen anything more than Helen's cunt. The older woman had a full round ass with a deep split between the cheeks. The straps of her garter belt framed her ass on each side. She bent forward and the hairy pouch of her cunt was visible. She ordered Angela to clean her ass.

"With your mouth, darling. Use your mouth first and then some paper."

Angela's heart sank. She moved in. Helen's ass was so white. Angela touched Helen's asscheeks. She stroked them. She spread them apart to look at Helen's shit hole. Helen's grommet certainly needed cleaning. Her whole was dirty and there were streaks of slut all around it. Angela closed her eyes. She knew she had to do it. She couldn't bear the thought of returning to Cory. She stuck her tongue out and started lapping Helen's ass crack.

The older woman quivered. Her husband never did this sort of thing. He liked having a girl in bondage, but all he ever did was fuck them and sometimes hurt them with a prod. He was such a fool. He had no idea what money was for. Money was to buy bliss and this was bliss. A pretty girl licking and sucking her asshole after she used the toilet.

Angela gave the woman's asshole a good swabbing with her tongue. She washed it with her saliva. Then she took some toilet paper and dried Helen's grommet and ass crack.

Helen was pleased. When Angela finished with her ass, she turned to get her cunt licked clean. She opened her cunt lips with her fingers. She was happy as she spoke to Angela.

"I think I'm going to enjoy you. You'll have everything you need here." She said the next time Angela did her asshole she wanted Angela's tongue all the way inside. "I think you know what I mean. You'll have to learn what I like." She said Angela was to be on constant call for any member of the family. "I suppose the men will keep you busy." She said no one else would touch Angela unless Angela misbehaved. She warned Angela about misbehaving.

After that Helen returned with Angela to Angela's room. She looked at Angela.

"I have something for you to wear tonight. Just wait right here until I get back."

Angela stood near the window and waited. She could see nothing except the expanse of lawns and bushes surrounding the enormous house. She was in a daze. Then finally Helen came back with some things in her arms. The older woman seemed in good spirits. She tossed the things on the bed, then picked them up one by one and showed them to Angela.

Bondage clothes. Leather undies. Shackles for Angela's wrists and ankles. A black ball-gag. Helen seemed thrilled by the stuff. She said Angela would look lovely in it. She told Angela to get her things off.

Angela stripped her clothes off as Helen watched. Of course Helen had already seen her naked when they first met. But the older woman's eyes looked hungry nevertheless. She helped Angela with the leather bra and panties. The bra had holes to expose Angela's nipples. The panties had no crotch and the back was split to allow access to her ass. Helen's eyes were bright as she brought out the clips. Angela trembled when she saw them. Helen made Angela stand still while she put the clips on her nipples and cunt lips.

"Do they hon?"

"Yes, they do. Of course they do. It's awful. Please, Helen."

Helen tightened one of the nipple-clips and Angela groaned.

"Don't talk so much, darling. This is a real hurt. Just so you know. For the time being we'll keep it a bit loose. Now let's have a look down here. This lovely little shaved pussy. There, do you feel that?"

The pain brought a cry out of Angela's throat and she crumpled to the floor. Helen laughed and kicked her. She said her husband liked to use an electric prod. She said Angela should try to withstand as much pain as possible. She said her husband disliked it when the girls were too easy to hurt.

"He gets angry, darling. Then he hurts you even more. Now roll over on your stomach like a good girl, will you?"

Angela trembled as she rolled over. Helen put her foot on Angela's ass. She pushed the heel of her shoe into the split in the seat of Angela's leather panties. She pushed further. She drilled the heel of her shoe inside Angela's asshole.

"Do you feel that?"

She gaged when Angela begged her to stop. She pushed deeper. Finally the tormenting stopped. She made Angela stand, up. She attached a leash to Angela's collar and said it was time for them to go down to dinner.

Angela felt like a dog as Helen led her downstairs. The two Farrell men smiled at them as they walked in. Peter's eyes, were hot as he stared at Angela's clipped nipples. Old man Farrell frowned.

"I'd rather have her pants off." Helen chuckled. "Oh, Arthur!"

The pants came off easily. Helen unsnapped the two sides and pulled them away. Peter snickered.

"Bald pussy."

"She'd look better with hair," the old man said. "Let me see her ass."

Helen made Angela turn around. Now the old man was pleased. Helen told Angela to stand over at the wall while they had their dinner. Angela stood there, her wrists and ankles shackled, the black ball-gag in her mouth.

They talked about her as they had their meal. Angela tried to ignore them. She hated them. She was determined to find some way to escape.

Towards the end of the meal, Peter told his mother he wanted Angela under the table. "You know what for, Mother."

Helen chided him, but she agreed. "Just this once, darling. I don't like it at the dinner table."

Then she smiled at Angela and called her aver. She pulled the ball-gag out of Angela's mouth.

"Peter is spoiled, sweetie. I guess you'll have to get under there and take care of him."

She ordered Angela to crawl under the table to Peter. Angela heard Peter giggling. His cock was already out. His prick was limp, like a fat noodle hanging out of his fly. Angela took it in her mouth and in a moment he started pissing.

She swallowed rapidly. She heard them talking about her as she drank Peter's piss. He gushed in her mouth. His piss had a sharp taste. She kept her mouth on the tip of his prick and she managed to get all of it without spilling any on herself.

She trembled in her misery as he finally pushed her away.