Wife in training

CHAPTER FOUR

Myrna found herself a prisoner in the cop's basement. He'd fucked her twice, once in the cunt and once in the ass, and then he left her down there and went upstairs. She lay crumpled on the floor at the base of the wooden post. She was too exhausted to move, too filled with misery. She wondered what she had done in her life to warrant punishment like this.

Her ass was still sore. She shuddered as she recalled the feel of his huge cock in her ass. She told herself she ought to be thankful she wasn't dead. Or maybe it wasn't so. Maybe she'd be better off dead than a prisoner like this.

Sometime during the evening, Frank came down with some food for her. He was dressed now in his cop's uniform. He watched her while she ate. He said he'd be putting in a few hours overtime at police headquarters and that he'd be back about midnight. He told her she might want to get some sleep. "You look terrible, baby."

Myrna groaned. "You can't keep me here, it's kidnapping."

Frank shrugged. "I don't give a fuck what it is. You just stay down here and wait for me to get home."

After that he left her and locked the basement door. She was still secured to the wooden post. She realized any attempt at escape would be hopeless. Maybe Superwoman could get out of this, but she wasn't Superwoman.

So she slept. She was thankful the basement was warm enough. She still wore nothing but the garter belt and nylons. She curled up on the floor and slept and tried to dream about a garden somewhere. A beautiful garden filled with sunshine and flowers. Then a sudden noise woke her up and she realized it was the slamming of the basement door.

Frank was back. And he had somebody with him. Another cop. Myrna cringed when she saw the way the both of them were grinning at her as they came down the stairs.

They stood over her.

"This is my buddy Earl," Frank said. Earl was as big and mean-looking as Frank was. His lips twisted in a sneer as he looked down at Myrna. "Christ, she's a mess, Frankie! You gotta let her get cleaned up. She's a fucking mess!"

Frank agreed. He got the handcuffs free of the post and he made her stand up. He pushed her toward the stairs. "You, get yourself fixed up and then you can make us something to cat. Look at that ass, Earl. What did I tell you about her? Was I lying about her?"

"Yeah, she's nice."

"She's perfect. She's got the sweetest little asshole. Man, it's like a hot glove. You fuck her ass later and you'll feel better about Louise."

"The hell with Louise, I'm glad she's gone. Does Linda know about, this one?"

Frank chuckled. "Not yet, she don't. But I'll tell her when I'm good and ready."

"Maybe she won't like it."

"Don't worry about Linda."

They pushed her upstairs and let her clean up in the bathroom. Frank told her to put some make-up on, and then when she did that he gave her a little apron to wear. He said he wanted her to look pretty for Earl. He gave her a new pair of sheer black nylons with elastic in the tops to hold them up. She was to wear the nylons and the red pumps again. He wanted her tits naked.

"Like a topless dancer," he said with a chuckle. He pinched one of her nipples and laughed at the way she blushed. "Come on, be a sport, baby. Just behave yourself and you won't get hurt."

She was afraid to ask him when he would let her go because she was afraid the answer would be never. She had the crazy idea she was doomed to be a slave for life in this seedy old house.

A slave to Frank and all his cop friends.

She made ham and eggs for them in the kitchen and served it to them in the small dining room. They filled their eyes with her, watching her walk back and forth to the kitchen. Each time she had her back to them she was aware of their eyes on her bare ass. Now she wished Neal had never gone any on that business trip. Nobody would miss her until Monday and by then she might be dead or she might be in China.

Oh God, what do I do? she thought.

Then the meal was finished, and right after he finished his coffee Earl decided that what he needed was a blowjob. "I'm getting to be a tired old man."

Frank chuckled. "Hell, you're not forty yet."

"Louise made me gray."

"Don't think about Louise, think about Myrna here. Look at the mouth on her. She's going to make you feel real nice with that mouth, aren't you, Myrna?"

Earl brought his cock out and Myrna went down on her knees to suck him off. She was awkward at first. She still wasn't used to haying a cock in her mouth. His prick wasn't as big as Frank's, but she still gagged when his knob pushed at her throat.

He stroked her head. "Keep the lips tight, honey. Keep your head moving and the lips tight."

He didn't last long. After maybe a dozen strokes with her mouth, he shot his wad on her tongue. She wasn't prepared for it and spluttered and gagged as she fell to the floor. They laughed at her.

Frank said she ought to know how to swallow a load of jism without choking on it. "Don't tell me you never sucked a guy off before."

After that Earl was in better spirits. They made her go into the living room with them and they started drinking. Earl stripped down to his shorts and sat on the sofa with a glass of bourbon in his hand. He teased Frank about Myrna's legs. "You always like the legs."

"She turns me on, Frank. Nice pussy, nice tits, nice ass. How long are you going to keep her?"

Frank shrugged. "I'll fuck her up the chimney and see if she flies away."

"Is she a hot-ass?"

"Maybe. Her old man don't fuck it and she's not broken in. You can't tell until they're broken in, right?"

"Let's have a look at it."

Frank ordered Myrna to come over to them. When she walked over, he told her to turn around and bend over. "Spread your cheeks, baby. Earl here wants a look at paradise."

She did what they wanted. She turned around and bent over and spread her asscheeks so they could look at her asshole. She tried to blank out what was happening to her. And what would happen to her. The follow-up, of course, was completely predictable.

Earl took one look at her asshole and decided he had to fuck it. They made her turn around and get down on her knees to get his cock hard again. She licked and sucked his prick until he had a respectable hard-on, and then she had to go over to an armchair and bend over it while Earl came behind her.

"I need some corn oil," Earl said as he stroked her ass.

His good friend Frank brought the corn oil from the kitchen. Earl anointed Myrna's asshole and pushed his cock inside her shitter without any delay. He told Frank he was right about Myrna. She had a lovely asshole. "Man, look at that thing suck on my prick!"

Pretend you're alone, Myrna thought. But what was the use of pretending when she had a hard cock up her ass and it hurt like hell?

"Yeah, she's good," Earl said. "Nice legs, Frankie."

"I told you about the legs."

"That's right, you did. I'm going off!"

"Go on, make it, pal!"

Earl shot his wad up her ass, ramming her shit-tube with his spurting cock, his belly pounding her butt and his low-hanging balls swinging again and again against her cuntlips.

When he finally pulled his prick out of he ass, Earl wanted her to clean him up. He made her turn around to suck his prick. Myrna did it without protest. She knew it was useless to beg for mercy. They intended doing anything they wanted with her. Maybe at the end they would kill her. All she could hope for was that if she did what they wanted they wouldn't hurt her too much.

She sucked Earl's cock clean of her shit. She did a good job of it, licking up and down his cockshaft and even cleaning his balls with her tongue. He liked it.

He patted her head and said she reminded him a bit of his wife Louise. "Except for the nipples. Those nipples are crazy, honey. Those are real fancy nipples, aren't they?"

And then he grabbed both nipples at once and twisted them while he pissed in her mouth.

She went crazy. She coughed and spluttered and fell down sobbing on the floor.

Earl laughed and kicked her and told her to get his prick in her mouth again. He was holding his piss for her. She finally went up on her knees again. She was too afraid of them to refuse them anything. She took Earl's prick in her mouth and waited for the inevitable.

He started pissing again and this time she took it. She swallowed it. She swallowed everything that came out of his pisshole until he was finished.

"Yeah, that's good!" he said. "Now let's have another drink and watch a little TV. Okay, Frankie?"

For the next hour she lay curled up on the rug praying they wouldn't touch her any more. The two cops watched a ballgame on TV. They called her a few times to put fresh ice in their drinks. But otherwise they let her alone and she was thankful for it. She wished she could get out of the room so they wouldn't see her. If they didn't see her, maybe they wouldn't think about sex any more.

Then Earl said he wanted her to sit with him on the sofa. She walked over and trembled as she sat down beside him. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and cupped one of her tits with his hand. He asked her if she liked cops. "Some women really dig them, don't they?"

"I-I don't like to get hurt," Myrna said.

He laughed and pulled her hand into his lap.

He made her hold his balls. He said she was a good-looking woman, and when he was with a good-looking woman he always liked to have her face in a special place. "You know what I mean?"

"No, I don't."

"Okay, I'll show you." He rose up and stood with his ass directly in front of her face. "In the crack, honey. Put your face in there and suck my ass."

Myrna's heart sank. She watched his hands as he leaned forward and pulled his muscular asscheeks apart. Frank was giggling beside her. She couldn't help looking at Earl's asshole. She was horrified at what he wanted. She told herself no woman should be made to do such a thing. But she had to do it. Frank prodded her and told her to go on and do it. He said if she didn't do what his friend wanted, he'd work on her nipples again. He lifted one of her tits in his hand and squeezed it to warn her.

So she leaned forward to get her face against Earl's ass. The big cop chuckled as she did it. He squirmed his ass against her face. He kept his asscheeks spread with his hands so she had room to work on him. She licked him first, her tongue swabbing up and down his asscrack. Then she zeroed in on his hairy shiner and gave him what he wanted. She licked and sucked his hole. He started giggling when he felt her tongue pushing inside.

"Yeah, she's good," Frankie said. "I didn't lie about her, did I, Earl?"

She was grateful that it didn't last too long. All they wanted was to degrade her. Earl finally lost interest in it and pushed her face away from his ass. He yawned and started talking to Frank about the baseball game they were watching. Frank seemed concerned that his friend would get bored. He rose up and told Myrna to came with him.

When they were out of the room, he wanted her to put fresh make-up on and wear something he had for her. He took her to his bedroom and pulled a black lace teddy out of a drawer. Then he rummaged in the closet until he found a pair of black high-heeled sandals.

"These belong to Linda, but maybe they'll fit. I want you to keep Earl happy. Make him forget about his bitch of a wife."

When Myrna came out again with her face fixed and wearing the black teddy, Earl smiled and said she looked good. He said maybe she could dance for them. He told her to find something on the stereo that she could dance to.

They turned the ballgame down as Myrna went to look for a tape. She told herself it was better to dance than do some of the other things they could make her do. She found something she thought would work and she put the tape in the machine and started it. Then she turned and began dancing.

They laughed at her at first. They commented about the way her tits bounced around. But then they stopped laughing and she could see them getting turned on. Their eyes were hot as they watched her body move.

All right, give them what they want, she thought. At least it was better than getting hurt by them. She made the dancing hot, pumping her pussy at them, wiggling her ass and deliberately jiggling her tits from side to side like a pair of melons.

Before long, they had their hands in their crotches rubbing their cocks, and soon after that she had to stop dancing and get down on her knees to give them head.

"There's nothing like a broad with a good mouth," Frank said.

Earl agreed, holding his cock with his hand as he shoved his knob between Myrna's lips.

They made her stop when she had both cocks stiff and throbbing. Earl said what they ought to do now is fuck her in the bedroom and Frank agreed.

Myrna looked at Frank. "Can I go to the bathroom first?"

Frank snickered. "What for?"

"I got to!"

"I said what for?"

Myrna blushed. "I've got to pee."

Frank chuckled. "Hell, you can do that here. Go bring a pot from the kitchen and we'll watch you. How about that, Earl? If the lady has to piss, she has to piss, right?"

They laughed at her as she went to the kitchen to find a pot. She told herself they were just animals, beasts masquerading as human beings. And cops no less. All right, if they wanted to watch her piss, she would piss for them.

She found a large pot in one of the cabinets and she brought it to the living room. They sat there stroking their cocks while they watched her. She squatted over the pot. She deliberately held the piss back a moment while she stroked her pussy with her fingers. She spread her cuntlips with her fingers to tease them. Then she pulled her fingers away and kept her hands on her knees as she started pissing. They laughed as her piss splashed into the pot. She quivered and told herself they were filthy pigs.

After that they led her into the bedroom and both of them climbed onto the bed with her. Earl stretched out on his back and she had to mount him. He squeezed her hanging tits while she worked his prick inside her pussy. She couldn't help groaning as she sat down on his. His cock was like a bar of iron, filling her cunt channel and pushing at her insides.

Then Frank moved behind her with a jar of Vaseline to grease her asshole. She trembled at the thought of taking his huge cock in there. But this time she knew what to expect. At least he wouldn't kill her with it. Then she realized her asshole would be extremely tight because Earl's cock was in her cunt. The fear hit her again and she started sobbing. She begged them to stop, but all they did was laugh at her. The next moment Frank was pushing his knob at her asshole and she was too busy reacting to the pain to beg any more.

He pushed and pushed. She thought for sure he was tearing her. But gradually he screwed his prick inside her shitter without killing her. She was packed solid down there now, both holes filled with cockmeat and her crotch on fire. She gasped as they started moving. She soon realized they knew what they were doing. This wasn't the first time they'd had a girl in a sandwich. I'm getting fucked up the wall, she thought. All that hot fuckmeat stuffing her body. She felt surrounded by them, surrounded by the male sweat and the muscles and hard cocks filling her cunt and ass. The pain in her ass gradually lessened and then there was only the pressure and the stretching and the feel of their hands on her body.

The two cops kept moving and pumping, fucking her ass and cunt until they shot off. She thought of them spurting in her shitter and cunt channel, all that jism in there, two cocks blasting off in her insides, raped by two cops when all she'd ever wanted was to get out of a speeding ticket.