Young housewife in hell

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa's mouth was sticky with jism, and her ass was full of fire. Every muscle in her lean, sexy body was stretched beyond endurance by the weight of her husband hanging on her. The young housewife couldn't imagine anything more nightmarish than what was happening to her.

Now the ultimate humiliation had happened – Larry's sexy young maid had entered the room and was watching her degradation.

The girl's name was Elsa, and she had come to America from some country in southern Europe. Lisa had never bothered to find out which, or anything else about the girl, because from the first time she had set eyes on her Lisa had decided she had to go.

Elsa was three years younger than Lisa, not much more than a young adult. But her body was definitely that of a woman, her hips lush, her tits even bigger than Lisa's, and her legs long and sexy. Her hair was so black that it seemed to shimmer in the light, and her eyes were darker yet. Her skin was a creamy, satiny, olive; so alluring and exotic that Lisa had envied her from the moment they met. Elsa was perhaps as beautiful as Lisa, though in a very different way.

The maid outfit the girl wore was a black silk dress so scanty that the bottom of the lacy white panties peeked out from under the skirt and the proud swell of her tits overloaded the low-cut oval neckline. The shiny material hugged every curve of the girl's voluptuous body, accentuating her narrow waist, full ass and fuller tits.

"She is so beautiful," Elsa whispered, and Lisa could hear the click of high heels as the sexy young maid walked across the room. "I've never seen a girl with an ass so perfect."

"You ought to see it without a funnel stuck up it," Larry rasped, grinding the last of his jism out into Lisa's passively waiting mouth. "Those checks are so tight and round you wouldn't believe it. Enough to drive a switch-hitter like you crazy."

Lisa cringed with every step Elsa took toward her. She understood what her husband was talking about, and she easily recognized the clear note of lust in Elsa's voice. Lisa had thought that the looks the sexy maid had given her since she had married Larry had been of fear and resentment. Now she realized that they had been nothing but lust.

"Oh, my pretty, pretty pussycat," the young maid cooed, her voice thick with desire and mock concern. "Your husband hurts you so bad. Don't you love it, pussycat?"

Lisa wanted to scream at the awful girl. She also wanted to beg for mercy. As sick as it was, Lisa would gladly have screamed anyway so that she could free herself from the terrible agony she was feeling now. Lisa almost threw up at the thought of plastering her mouth to another woman's pussy, but she knew she would jump at the opportunity if it meant having the funnel pulled from her ravaged shitter.

Larry slammed his fist down into the gooey Ben-Gay again, disgusting sharp tip of the funnel deeper into Lisa's pain-shocked bowels and squirting more of the burning cream deep inside her. Lisa screamed round the fat gag of his cock at the sharp stab up her abused shitter. When she felt the second dose of cream start working inside her ass guts, she went out of her mind.

Larry dribbled the last of his salty jism into her waiting mouth, and then left his cock between her lips until she had licked every bit of spit and jism off its still-hard stalk. By the time he dropped down off Lisa's twisting, tortured body his cock was clean. Lisa's face was a blotched with a mess of tears and spit and cock slime.

Freed of Larry's heavy body Lisa bucked and wriggled at the end of her chains. She tossed and twisted liked a hooked fish, straining in a desperate, hopeless attempt to escape the a burning cream that had squirted deep up her ass. The burning was driving her mad, worse by far than the whipping Larry had dealt her, worse even than having his body hanging from hers while she was suspended by the chains around her ankles.

Lisa had never felt anything to equal the pain the burning cream was causing her brutalized ass guts. She couldn't even imagine a more excruciating torture.

She had expected the pain to be at its worst in the first seconds after the cream squirted up her asshole, but the truth was just the opposite. The longer the heated cream was inside the warm clasp of her asshole, the hotter it became.

She knew that her asshole squirming would fan the cream's heating elements to even more fiery life. She tried to control herself, but there was nothing she could do. Her brutalized young body was acting on pure survival instinct now, and it was only natural for her injured shitter to try to expel the burning potion.

It was as though her girlish shitter had been filled with napalm. The cream burned its way into the super-tender flesh, getting hotter with each spasm of her asshole. Larry punched the funnel again, squirting even more of the burning cream up her ass, and Lisa screamed with agony.

The beautiful blonde jerked about fitfully at the end of the chains, which held her suspended above the floor. Her lush hips performed a frantic bump and grind, the muscles in her widespread ass cheeks, sleek silky thighs and flat stomach all flexed in a maddened attempt to expel the impaling funnel and the scorching cream.

She felt her piss bubble into her cunt and tried hard to stop the sudden flow, but her body was out of her control now. Lisa gasped with soul deadening shame as her piss filled the upturned cup of her pussy. When piss flowed over the edges of her pooching cunt and started running down her writhing, bronzed body, another feeling started growing inside her that horrified her even more.

Larry and Elsa laughed at her, and Larry pried the funnel out of her ruined asshole. The funnel had stretched Lisa's shitter so wide that Larry could have almost fit his head inside the yawning tunnel. He did stick his hand inside it, but he pulled it out before the slowly tightening hold could clasp around his fingers.

"Pissing on yourself," Larry said scornfully, but he couldn't keep from laughing. "Just like some little baby. Is that what you are, Lisa? A little baby bitch who doesn't know how to handle a real fucking?"

"Yes," Lisa answered, fresh tears pouring from her crystal-blue eyes. The relief from having the funnel pulled from her burning, ruptured asshole was so great that she would have agreed to anything. "I'm so sorry that I'm a baby. I'll be a good girl now. I promise I'll be a better girl from now on."

Her piss poured down over her cunt, streaking her sleek body with rivers of stinking yellow piss matted her curling, golden cunt hair. Piss flowed down the crack of her ass, burning the torn bud of her asshole almost as badly as the heated cream that was still inside her. Piss flowed down over the flat, shuddering plain of her stomach. Lisa wanted to throw up even more. But it also did something else.

Lisa wanted to cry with frustration as sexual excitement tickled its way through her twisting tortured body. The thought that there was something dark and hungry inside her horrified the innocent girl, but she could no longer deny what she was feeling. The degradation was making her hot, the humiliation was turning her on.

She was hanging upside down, harsh chains biting into her tender ankles, the muscles in her legs torn and battered from supporting the joined weight of both Larry and herself. Her ass cheeks still felt as though they were torn wide apart, and her tender shitter was torn and stretched beyond endurance. Her ass chute was filled with burning cream, the fiery pain so intense that she couldn't stop squirming. Her ass and thighs and stomach all bore welts from the savage lashing her husband had given her.

She had been fed jism twice, once having to suck it from a dirtied rubber, which she had then been made to chew up and swallow. Another load of cum was pooled inside her pussy, and now she was pissing all over herself, in full view of not just her husband, but also a common servant girl.

She had been debauched as thoroughly as a woman could be. And she was getting so turned on.

"Noooooo!" she cried despondently as her cunt started squinting in sexual excitement. "Stop this, Larry! Stop it before something horrible happens!"

"Lick this," Larry demanded, holding the tip of the funnel up to her face.

Lisa stared in wide-eyed shock at the funnel. Its tip was streaked with her stilt and blood. Traces of gooey white cream mixed with the red and brown. Larry shoved the dirtied metal to her lips, and at her first smell of the funnel, Lisa threw up.

A moment later, she was cumming.

"Pleeeaaassseee!" she wailed, her hips bucking and surging, her bound hands reaching up to snatch the funnel away from her husband. She didn't know what she was begging for anymore. "What kind of whore are you turning me into?"

"The little pussycat is cumming into heat, I think," Elsa said. She stepped up and put her hand on the girl's heated cunt. "Yes. I think she's starting to understand just what kind of pussycat she really is."

Larry started to grab the funnel back from Lisa, but before he could the delirious blonde plunged the sharpened tip into the wet grotto of her mouth. She jerked and twisted like a madwoman when Lisa's palm touched her pouting pink cunt lips. Larry just leaned back and watched with pleasure while his sexy young wife slurped up her own blood and shit from the soiled funnel.

Lisa was feeling sensations she had never even dream existed. The fluttering that made her cunt squirm and moisten was reaching up through the rest of her lean, sexy body.

Her stomach felt as though it were full of tiny, scurrying animals. Her tits were hot as a pair of twin suns hanging high on her chest, burning with an inner fire that made her tit flesh swell and her nipples harden into sharp spikes. Her ass clamped tight around the burning cream that filled it, welcoming the waves of fiery agony that followed as though they were the sweetest of pleaures. Her whole body was alive with a passion that made her shake with ecstasy and pain.

The taste of the filthy funnel was even worse than the smell, and Lisa retched again and again. She emptied her stomach and then dry heaved, her throat convulsing painfully. But the rank taste made her cunt wring like a wet washcloth in the hands of a strong man. Each time her tender pink pussy flesh squeezed itself together it was wetter, not just with piss now but with the bubbling juices of sexual ecstasy.

"Little housewife getting wet, no?" Elsa asked, giggling slyly as she cupped Lisa's wriggling cunt with her palm. "Mr. Hart, can we set the pussycat free?"

"You in that big a hurry to play?" Larry asked, entranced by the sight of his beautiful wife sucking clean the filthy funnel. "I guess you're right. It's almost time for the party. Lisa needs to be ready in about an hour. At least, she does if she passes muster and still lives here by then."

With a shock, Lisa realized she had forgotten all about the party. It had been the only thing on her mind for the last week, but the hour of sexual abuse she'd suffered at Larry's hand had dashed it completely from her mind. The thought of how in a couple hours she would have to appear the poised young socialite in front of some of the most powerful people in town added fuel to the confused blonde's excitement. The idea that she had to earn the right to be at the party by pleasuring her husband and the maid turned Lisa's cunt into a boiling caldron of lust.

"Oh… party…" she mumbled, her cunt beating a tattoo against Elsa's restraining hand. She clamped her thighs tightly around the woman's wrist, holding it to her squirming pussy. "I've done everything… I'll do anything."

"You have, and you will," Larry agreed. "Let her down, Elsa. Well take her back to our bedroom now. I know how much you love fucking on that big soft bed. It might be a good place to break in a virgin."

"The pussycat isn't a virgin at much anymore," Elsa cooed, pulling her hand out from between Lisa's silky, trembling thighs. "After I get through with her, she won't be virgin at anything."

They talked about her as though she were a beast they had domesticated, as though she were some interesting party game they had discovered. The thought that it was her husband and a mere servant talking about her as if she were a piece of meat they owned turned Lisa on even more.

Her cunt boiled over, and her svelte young body twisted and twitched through an orgasm she would never have believed she could have.

Every inch of her silky, tanned skin felt as though it had been inflamed, swollen to the point where it was painful to the touch. Her tits felt especially swollen, filled with blood and tingling with sensation. Her cunt was squirming like a separate, living creature, working on itself and drooling thick waves of slippery pussy cream all over her whip-welted ass. Lisa shuddered and thrashed like a spastic, unable to control her body. The orgasm controlled her now, an orgasm born of humiliation and torture. Lisa knew that by having it she was changing her life forever. Larry softly unfastened the clasps on the cuffs that held Lisa's ankles. "Watch out below!"

The sudden release from bondage caught the scared young housewife completely by surprise. Her quaking body tumbled in a heap on the hard concrete floor. Her head hit first, and before the rest of her body folded up on top of it, consciousness had fled her.

Even unconscious, her body continued to shake and shiver in the throes of her orgasm. Her plush thighs rubbed wetly together, smearing her slippery pussy cream all over her tanned, silky skin. She rolled over onto her back and her welted, perfect ass humped up off the floor, pumping into the air as if in answer to a hard-thrusting cock. Her cunt juice plopped in big droplets onto the floor beneath her.

"I think you've found the perfect wife, my love," Elsa said after a moment, watching the luscious blonde with hungry eyes.

"And I think you've found the perfect mistress," Larry answered. "Easy to work for, and attentive to your personal needs."

"I can't wait until she meets the cook," Elsa whispered. "Or the gardener."

"I might have to hire more servants just to keep her busy," Larry admitted. "How hot are you, Elsa?"

"If I don't have her soon, I'm going to die!" the sultry, dark-eyed girl said. "Please, let's take her back to your room."

"We'll spread-eagle her," Larry said. "And you can do anything to her that you want."

When Lisa came to, she was still cumming. Her crotch was a sticky mess of pussy slime. Her head was ringing from its impact with the cement floor. She stared up and saw the ceiling of her own bedroom.

For an instant, she thought that everything that had happened to her had been nothing more than some terrible nightmare. Then she tried to move, and she knew that it was all too real. A moment later, she felt the steady rub of Elsa's knee across the swollen lips of her cunt, and she moaned in despair.

"Time to rise, sleepy eyes," Elsa chirped with mock cheerfulness. She was wiping a wet cloth all over Lisa's flushed face. "Can't have you sleeping the whole day away, my pretty pussycat."

Lisa glanced about, the movement of her head making her dizzy. Her arms were pulled high above her head and chained securely to the far posts at the top of the bed. Her legs were spread even wider, her ankles clamped once more in cuffs. There were three pillows piled, beneath the small of her back, lifting her ass off the bed and making her asshole as visible and vulnerable as her spread pussy.

They had put some clothing on her and that surprised Lisa until it fully registered on what the clothing was. The frilly white bra they put her in was of such iris and lacy material there was no more than a sprinkling which accentuated her big tits, not them at all. They hadn't given her panties, but they had dressed her in white garters and fishnet stockings. Lisa knew the white framework on her bronzed body must make her look ten times sexier than she did naked. The realization made her more ashamed than ever, and triggered another explosion of cunt juice inside her.

"Naughty blonde pussycat," Elsa cooed, running the flat of one palm over Lisa's proud, shifting turn while she wiped her forehead with the damp cloth. "You're a perfect little American girl, aren't you? Blonde little beach girl, wholesome and beautiful. I could just eat you up!"

Elsa had on a black silk shirt that clung so tightly to her body that it outlined her every voluptuous curve. Lisa could tell by the rub of Elsa's body on hers that the girl had nothing on beneath it.

There was a spreading stain on the sheet where Elsa's left leg had been rubbing through it over Lisa's juiced-up pussy. There was another stain where the sheet hugged Elsa's crotch. To the trapped blonde, Elsa looked like some beautiful, evil vampire, come to steal her life away. Lisa was afraid of the dark-eyed beauty, but she was also excited by her in a way that made her blush with shame.

"Suck this," Elsa said, drawing the wet cloth over Lisa's trembling lips. "Suck it dry, pretty pussycat."

Lisa couldn't tear her gaze away from the sultry maid's hypnotic eyes. Without question or hesitation, she parted her lips and let the younger woman push the wet cloth between them. Then she closed her lips and sucked on the wet cloth, making slurping noises as she drained the moisture from the material.

"So pretty," Elsa cooed, rubbing her thigh between Lisa's legs, driving her knee into the young housewife's swampy cunt gash. "Stick out your tongue and lick it. Lick it dry."

Elsa pulled the cloth from Lisa's lips and Lisa followed it with her tongue. She flicked her soft, pink tongue over the rough, wet cloth, her mouth filling with spit as she caressed the fabric. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she could barely breathe.

She glanced around the room desperately, wondering where Larry had gone. When she couldn't find him, fear joined with lust inside her captive body.

For the first time, the sexy young housewife recalled that she was bound hand and foot, completely helpless in bands of a virtual sept. For the first time, the full impact of the thought she was being sexually mauled by another woman struck home. Fresh tears welled up in Lisa's blue eyes and her chin trembled with emotion.

Still she kept her tongue slithering over the wet cloth. Still her ass surged up off the wadded pillows to meet the steady rub of Elsa's leg. Her cunt squirmed just as wildly as before, and her body continued to tingle with electric-like shocks of sexual pleasure.

"Please stop," she whimpered, though she had never wanted anything to continue as much as the rub of Elsa's leg over her sloppy cunt. "This isn't right. I'm not a lesbian."

"Don't you think I'm beautiful?" Elsa asked, her voice filled with sudden hurt. She closed her hand into a tight claw on top of Lisa's right tit, grinding a handful of soft tit flesh. "Don't you think Elsa is beautiful enough to have sex with?"

"Please stop!" Lisa screamed. "Please stop!"

She was screaming to herself as much as to the slutty, dark-eyed maid. Her hand squeezed itself into a fist even tighter than Elsa's as the younger woman tortured her tits. A glut of pussy cream oozed from the puffy pink slit, drenching the black silk of Elsa's simple dress. Lisa's whole body quaked and shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

"Your pretty pussycat pussy thinks I'm beautiful," Elsa continued, mocking her sex maddened blonde captive. She tossed the cloth aside and stuck one long, elegant finger between Lisa's moistly parted lips. "Suck on my finger, naughty bitch. Show me what you can do to a man's big old cock."

"You're beautiful," Lisa murmured around Elsa's thrusting finger. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I just don't want to make love to another girl. It's unnatural."

"Am I more beautiful than you?" Elsa asked, a sly smile on her full lips. She released Lisa's tit, then grabbed one rosy pink nipple between her long nails and pinched as hard as she could. "Would you trade your tits for mine? Your pretty little pussy?"

Lisa squirmed in a hellish mix of pain and passion. Elsa's leg felt so good against her cunt that she didn't ever want it to leave. And somehow it was comforting to have Elsa's fingers in her mouth.

Lisa sucked them one after another. But the pain from Elsa's nails grinding into her nipples was so terrible that Lisa arched her back high off the bed, shook her full tits from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the torturous assault.

The pain and pleasure, and the depravity of being forced to serve another woman sexually, was too much, for Lisa to withstand.

"You're far more beautiful than I am!" Lisa cried, arching her hips against Elsa's leg and cringing back from the cruel maid's punishing hands. "I'm nothing compared to you. I'm a piece of shit compared to you. You're so much more beautiful than me that I'm ashamed to be in the same room as you."

"How sweet," Elsa purred, bending over to plant a quick kiss on Lisa's lips. "Shouldn't I be the mistress then? Shouldn't you be my maid?"

Elsa was picking something up off the night stand, but Lisa couldn't see what it was. All she could see was the voluptuous black-eyed beauty looming up over her, her olive complexion flushed with passion filled her raven hair tangled in wild disarray. Her tits strained so hard against the tight silk dress that Lisa was sure they would burst through the material at any second.

"I should be your maid," Lisa choked, dazzled by the Goddess of sex she saw above her. "I should be your slave. No… I am your slave."

"I've never wanted to fuck a pussycat much but I want to fuck you hard," now what Elsa picked up was in Lisa's full sight.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't move, bitch. I'm going to fuck you until you can't breathe."

It looked just like a man's cock except for two things. The first was the straps that hung down from it, the straps that Elsa was now fastening around her hips. The other was the size. The dildo Elsa was going to fuck her with was twice the size of any cock Lisa had ever seen.

The dildo was almost two feet long.