Wife in a slave house

CHAPTER NINE

Weeks passed. Angela was now a complete and abject slave. She was used constantly by the Farrells. She spent more time with Helen than with the men. Helen enjoyed taking her out sometimes. Angela would wear a turtleneck to cover the leather collar.

Inside the house Angela was always on a leash. The servants in the house mocked her. But at least none of them was allowed to touch her.

Then one day Helen announced that there would be a party for friends of the Farrells. She patted Angela's cheek and told her she would be one of the star attractions at the party.

When the evening of the party arrived, Helen took great pains with Angela's outfit. Angela learned she was to be introduced to the people at the party as what she was a slave to the Farrells.

Helen helped her dress. Angela was horrified when she realized what she'd be wearing. Her tits were packed into a fight bra with holes cunt out for her nipples. Then Helen clipped Angela's nipples and connected the two clips with a thin gold chain.

Angela's panties had no crotch. The bald lips of her cunt were clearly visible. Helen pulled out Angela's inner lips and clipped them. Each clip had a thin gold chain dangling from it. Angela's ankles were loosely shackled with a leather covered chain with large links. Her wrists were manacled behind her back with leather cuffs. Helen giggled as she stuffed a ball-gag into Angela's mouth. Then she helped Angela step into a pair of five-inch stiletto heels.

Helen was pleased by Angela's appearance. She said Angela would be a smashing hit at the party.

"I want them creaming," Helen said. "I want all my girlfriends to envy me."

Angela had to remain in her room until ten o'clock. Then Helen came for Angela. She led Angela downstairs to the crowd on a leash. The people in the room immediately turned their attention to Angela and Helen.

As Helen had predicted, Angela was a big hit. Angela was mortified at the way they stared at her, at the mocking contempt in their eyes. Then she noticed that certain people in the room also had a leash in their hands and at the other end of the leash there was a woman. A slave. Angela realized she wasn't the only slave at the party. They were all decently dressed, but they were slaves nonetheless.

Some people began questioning Helen about Angela. Helen answered the questions. She told them about Angela's history. Then she forced Angela to display herself. Angela was always in fear of Helen's cruelties and so she did whatever Helen wanted. She had to entertain the guests by exposing herself. She had to show her cunt-lips. She had to bend over and show them her asshole.

They joked about her. They asked Helen questions about her talents. Some of the women wanted to touch Angela and Helen agreed.

Angela found herself pinched and fondled. Some of the women were cruel. They seemed jealous of Angela's beauty. One woman tore at Angela's cunt with her fingernails. They all pulled at the clips on her nipples and cunt lips.

At moments Angela looked into the eyes of the other slaves. She saw understanding in their eyes. They knew about her misery.

The ball-gag remained in Angela's mouth. Finally Helen removed the gag. She announced that Angela would service any of the men who wanted it. The only rule was that it had to be done before all of them.

"I want volunteers. Now is the time for all the big cocks to come forward."

There were giggles all around. The first man moved towards them. His friends teased him, calling out to him, making cracks about bin to his wife. He brought his cock out. Angela had to go to him. She knelt at his feet. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it.

It wasn't long before some of the other men in the room had their cocks exposed. The women were amused. They made sarcastic comments about the long cocks of some of the men.

Angela sucked the cocks one after the other. She sucked off five men. She never missed a drop of jism when they came. Helen patted Angela's head and complimented her. Then one of the women cajoled Helen into letting her have Angela in the john. Helen agreed. There were catcalls as Angela was led away by the woman. Angela understood that these things were nothing new to this crowd. All of them knew what the slaves had to put up with.

Inside the bathroom, the woman teased Angela. She said her name was Dora. She raised her dress and slipped her panties off. Angela was surprised to see that the woman had a shaved pussy. Dora smiled at Angela. She had fat cunt lips and a protuberant clit.

"I'm going to piss in your mouth, honey," Dora told Angela.

Angela went down on her knees. She turned her face up. Dora giggled and spread her legs. She moved forward to position her crotch over Angela's face. Angela opened her mouth. She had serviced Helen like this many times. Helen always said it was more fun to piss standing up than sitting down.

Now Dora arranged her cunt on Angela's mouth. She started pissing. The hot liquid gushed over Angela's tongue. She took it all. She missed nothing. Dora had a full piss. She mewled and squirmed a bit. At the end she rubbed her clit very fast and came on Angela's face.

"There's a load, love."

Angela sucked up the woman's cunt juice.

When it was finished, Dora adjusted her clothes and they returned to the party. Dora stroked Angela's ass and told Helen that Angela was very skillful.

Soon after that Helen led Angela over to a man.

"She's all yours, Stan. But don't break anything."

The man chuckled as he took hold of Angela's leash and led her away. He took her out of the room and down the hall to a bedroom. He unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. He wanted the same thing as Dora. He said he would piss in Angela's mouth.

"Helen says you're good."

Once again Angela went down on her knees. He giggled as he started pissing in her mouth.

"Take it, baby. Christ, what a mouth?"

Suddenly the door opened and a woman came in. "Freaking out again, Stanley?"

Stanley giggled. "She's great."

"So I see."

The woman was Stanley's wife. Angela saw that she was irritated by her husband's approval of Angela. The woman chided Stanley. She waited until he finished pissing in Angela's mouth, and then she kicked Angela's ass and hurt her.

"Stupid little slut."

Stanley was amused. "Take it easy." The woman unbuckled the belt around her dress and started beating Angela with it. Stanley stood nearby laughing at them. The woman made Angela kneel with her head down on the carpet. She whipped Angela's ass.

Then finally the woman stopped. She tossed the belt away and raised her dress. She uncovered her ass and bent over the edge of the bed. She ordered Angela to suck her asshole.

"He says you're good, so let's find out." Angela crawled to the woman and went down on her ass. She licked and sucked the woman's asshole. She did so much of it these days, it meant nothing to her. The woman made sounds of pleasure and rolled her ass around. She farted in Angela's face and her husband laughed. She told Angela to keep her mouth on her asshole. Angela did it. She kept her lips on the woman's ass-chute. She feared the worst and her fear was justified.

The woman started pushing shit out of her asshole. Angela was afraid to refuse it. Helen had wanted her to be completely obedient with her friends. Angela kept her mouth in place. The stink and taste was horrible. Stanley came behind Angela and jerked off on her ass.

Suddenly the woman stopped shifting and she turned around and kicked Angela to the floor. She squatted over Angela and finished the shit on Angela's face. Angela sobbed as the woman's shit covered her. Stanley had finished jerking off, and now he pissed on Angela's face. The man's wife laughed as his piss washed the slit off Angela's forehead. Angela rolled on the floor in misery as the couple left the bedroom.

She finally crawled into the bathroom. She climbed under the shower and struggled because of her manacled wrists to turn it on. But finally she did it. She had to get clean again or she would lose her mind. She wanted to kill herself, but she knew she lacked the guts for it.

Finally she was clean. She climbed out of the shower. She looked at her face in the mirror and she saw that she looked like a wounded animal.

At last the evening was finished and all the guests had left. The Farrells and the servants were exhausted and asleep. Angela was out of the bondage gear, unchained, with her hands free. She tried the door of her room and she found it unlocked. They'd forgotten to lock her in. Angela realized that this was her chance. Maybe her only chance.

She put on a raincoat to cover her nakedness. She slipped out of her room. She stole downstairs to the front door. She made it outside without anyone awakening.

She started running. In a moment she reached the road. She had no idea where she was. Should she go right or left? She chose right. She ran. She told herself she had to make it. She had to get far away from them.

Suddenly a bright light shone in her eyes, a spotlight attached to a car that had been sitting in the dark on the shoulder of the road. A police car. The door of the car opened and a cop came out. Angela sobbed and ran into his arms.

She started babbling to him. Her raincoat fell open and the cop chuckled when he saw she was naked under the coat.

"Hold still a moment, honey."

Before Angela could pull away, he had his handcuffs locked around her wrists.

He shoved her into the back of the patrol car and she fell down across the seat.

"God looks after people," the cop said after he climbed behind the wheel in the front. "I've been horny all night and now the Good Lord has dumped some pussy in my lap."

He said his name was Wally. Angela lay in the back of the patrol car trembling with fear. The cop talked constantly as he drove the car. He said he was a widower. He said he was glad to be rid of his wife because she was a lousy fuck.

He drove Angela to an abandoned warehouse in a deserted industrial area. He hauled her out of the patrol car and dragged her inside. The place was a huge warehouse with an eerie emptiness inside. Angela's fear was extreme. The cop closed the door that led outside and laughed at her.

"Relax, honey. I won't bite you, or if I do, I'll do it in the right place."

He laughed again and hauled his cock out of his pants. He moved towards her. He made her kneel and he forced his cock inside her mouth.

She had to blow him. She was afraid he would hit her. She knelt there on the cold floor in front of him while he fucked her face. He held her head with both hands. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. Then finally he pulled his cock away and he told her to get up.

When she rose up, he unlocked the handcuffs. He stripped the raincoat off her body and looked at her.

"Oh yeah, look at the tits. Nice, baby, and that shaved pussy. You like getting head, huh?" He laughed and said she turned him on. He fingered his cock, jiggled it and waved it at her. Then he took her tits in his big hands and squeezed them. He made her turn so that he could look at her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks.

"I bet you're a good fuck. You dig cock, huh? With an ass like this, you should. Go on, bend over that crate. Stick your ass in the air."

Angela went to the crate and bent over it the way he wanted. He was behind her immediately. She felt his cock pushing at her cunt. In a moment he was inside. His cock plowed into her cunt hole. He rammed his cock up her pussy and started fucking her. He held her hips with both hands as he pounded her. She groaned as his cock pummeled her pussy. She took it. She couldn't do anything but take it.

Finally he shot his load in her cunt. He churned his cock around, grunting as he pressed his balls against her cunt lips.

Then he pulled out. He pushed his cock inside his fly and closed his pants.

"Put the raincoat on, honey."

When she had the raincoat on, he locked the handcuffs on her wrists again. He dragged her out of the warehouse and pushed her back into the patrol car. She fell down sobbing on the leather seat.

Now as he drove he was silent. No more talk about his dead wife. Angela prayed he would take her somewhere and let her go.

But it didn't happen. After a while the car stopped. He came around to pull her out of the back. He dragged her into a small frame house. He told her it was his house. He told her he lived alone.

He pushed her into the cluttered living room. He made her sit down in an easy chair. He picked up some rope from the floor and tied her to the chair so she couldn't move. He warned her not to try any tricks.

"You don't want to get me mad, do you?" Then he slapped her face.

She started crying. He listened to it for a moment and then he told her to shut up. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She continued sobbing. The cop cursed and went to the kitchen. He came back with a wad of paper towels. He grabbed her chin, forced her mouth open and stuffed it with paper.

"Now you'll shut up, won't you?"

He pulled the raincoat down off her shoulders to expose her tits. He jiggled one of her tits with his hand. He pulled her nipple out and twisted it.

"You like a little of that? Sure you do, they all like it. I bet you like them sucked. But you're the one who's going to suck, right? Go on, suck it!"

He pulled the paper out of her mouth. He lifted her tit with his hand and forced the nipple towards her mouth. He used his other hand to push her head down. He laughed as she took her nipple between her lips. He said every broad ought to be able to suck her own tits.

After that he left her. He went back to the kitchen and made himself some coffee. Then he brought the coffee to the living room and he sat down and gazed at her.

"We're going to have a nice time."

"Please don't hurt me."

He laughed. "I'll do what I want, cunt. I like you, so maybe I won't hurt you too much."

She was afraid of the crazy look in his eyes. She was afraid of the gun and the gunbelt and the wild look in his eyes.

After a while he left her again and went to the kitchen. She heard him use the phone. She heard him talking to someone. Then he came back and sat down again. Fifteen minutes went by and then someone was at the front door.

Wally went to the door and opened it.

Another cop came in and they exchanged greetings. Wally smiled at Angela and introduced his friend Vince.

The new cop was amused. He was a big burly cop, just like Wally. Vince joked with Wally about Angela. He came over to Angela and pinched her cheek.

"Hello, cutie."

He reached down to squeeze one of her tits. He smiled and looked at Wally.

"I'm gonna fuck her right now."

Wally chuckled. "Be my guest."

They untied her. They left the handcuffs on. They talked to each other as they pulled the ropes away. They seemed completely at ease, no tension, no nervousness. Vince made her stand up and he stripped the raincoat off. He fondled her. He squeezed her tits and then her ass.

"Christ, she's built. Nice, Wally, very nice."

"I told you, didn't I."

"Yeah, you sure did."

"Prime stuff, huh?"

Vince made her turn and bend over the chair she'd been sitting on. He ran his hands over her ass and probed her ass crack. He chuckled as he spread her asscheeks wide apart.

"How about some KY, Wally?"

Wally laughed. "I got Vaseline."

"So let's have it."

Wally went for the Vaseline. When he returned with it, Vince scooped some out of the jar and greased Angela's asshole. Angela couldn't see anything. She heard him dropping his pants and shorts. She felt his fingers stretching her asshole. Then she felt his cock knob pushing against her grommet. His cockhead popped in, then the rest of his cock slowly followed. Vince grunted as he slammed his balls against her cunt.

"Oh yeah, man, she's a hot ass."

He started fucking her ass vigorously. He kept his hands on her hips, with his balls slapping against her cunt lips, his big cock sliding smoothly in and out of her greased asshole. It wasn't long before the pace quickened. He had no desire to play games with her. He grunted and heaved and dumped his load up her shitter while Wally watched him.

"Good fuck, man. She's a good fuck," Vince commented.

Then he pushed her away. Angela crumpled into the chair. She could feel his load burning out of her ass. She lay in the chair and avoided looking at them. She heard them strip their clothes off. They joked with each other about something.

They started drinking. They talked about their work.

After a while they dragged her into a bedroom. She lay on the bed and watched them as they finished their drinks. She knew that whatever would happen, it wouldn't be pleasant. They were brutes. They were so much like Cory's guards. They were both brawny, with lots of muscles, big cocks and bloated balls. She'd escaped from the Farrells only to find something worse.

Vince stretched out beside her on the bed. Wally unlocked the handcuffs that held her wrists together. He slapped her around and warned her to behave herself. They forced her on top of Vince. Vince pushed his cock inside her cunt. Then he pulled her forward so that she was doubled over him.

Wally came behind her. He played with her ass a moment, and then he drove his cock up her shifter while she had Vince's cock in her cunt.

She had a double fuck. Two big cocks, one in her cunt and one in her ass. They showed her no mercy. She'd had it often with Cory's guards and this time it was just as bad. They kept fucking her, and kept her rocking between them until they shot off. Then they pushed her away and she lay there on the bed weeping.

The two men started drinking again. After a while Wally dragged her into the bathroom and told her to get into the bathtub. She climbed in and lay there terrified. Vince came in. Both men laughed as they began to piss on her. She was drenched in their piss.

Later she heard Vince leave the house. Wally came in and dragged her out of the tub. He put handcuffs on one of her ankles and attached the handcuffs to one of the legs of the bed. He brought some blankets in and told her she'd sleep on the floor near his bed. He told her to lie down and go to sleep. He was very drunk.

"Just pretend you're a dog," he said with a laugh.

He stretched out on the bed and started snoring almost immediately.

She lay there sobbing quietly on the mattress. Then finally she stopped. It did no good to cry. She looked around her, at the room, at the handcuffs, at the leg of the bed to which the handcuffs were attached. Her heart almost stopped. The handcuffs looked funny. It looked like they weren't closed properly. She trembled as she touched it. The handcuffs came open. He'd been too drunk to snap the lock around her ankle and now she had a chance to get away.

She moved quickly. In a moment she was free. She crept out of the room while Wally snored on the bed. She wanted to run, but she told herself to calm down. Do something right for once, she thought. She went to the living room and found some matches. Now that she had the idea, she was frantic to see it done. She looked in the kitchen until she found a can of lighter fluid in one of the cabinets. Oh dear God, yes. She stole back to Wally's bedroom. He was still snoring. She poured the lighter fluid over everything in sight. She went back outside the room. She lit a match. She tossed it into the room. The fire roared up and suddenly the room was an inferno.

Was he screaming? She had no idea. She ran out, out of the house and down the street. She heard the neighbors shouting. She kept running. Then she heard the fire engines. She ran blindly down one alley after the other. She suddenly realized she was stark naked. She kept running until she came out onto a road somewhere. In a moment she found herself lit up by the headlights of a slow moving car. She was suddenly afraid to take a chance. Then she realized she had to. She flagged the car down.

She prayed whoever it was in the car would help her.

The car stopped.

She opened the door on the passenger side and climbed in.

She heard a curse.

A familiar voice called her name.

She looked at the face behind the wheel, the face of the driver.

Ken?

She fell into his arms sobbing.