Young housewife in hell

CHAPTER FIVE

"Ladies and gentlemen," Larry said, his voice dripping with both mockery and pleasure. "Allow me to introduce my new bride, the beautiful Lisa Hart. A more lovely and loving wife a man could not hope to have."

Larry was holding the end of her leash, and as he finished her introduction he tugged her into the fancy dining room. She hung her head, determined not to cry. She still couldn't hold back the crimson blush of shame that flushed her face when she saw who the people were sitting around their dinner table.

John and Tabitha Bates were two of the most important people in town. He was the minister of the town's largest church, and she was active in every local charity and political movement the town had going. Otis North was the town sheriff, a man with political ambitions that stretched far beyond the town. The amazingly beautiful blonde who sat across the table from him was Faith Heston, the youngest daughter of the town's richest family. The last man sitting at the table was the one who shamed Lisa the most, though. He was the town mayor, Roland Rogers, and he was regarded by everyone in town as a sort of kindly father figure.

All of them were staring at Lisa, and it wasn't hard for her to understand why. Her husband and Elsa had worked hard to dress her for the occasion.

Lisa had bought the most gorgeous evening gown she could find for the dinner party. It had been slit to mid thigh and had so daring a cleavage that Lisa had been afraid Larry might disapprove. Larry and Elsa had let her wear the dress, but the alterations they had done made her ashamed to be seen in it.

The cleavage had been dipped even lower, revealing all of the silky upper slopes of Lisa's full, thrusting tits. The black fabric dipped all the way to just below her nipples. Elsa had rouged those nipples in pink so that they stood out in bold relief from her bronzed tit flesh. There was no longer just one slit up the side of the dress. Now there were dozens, and they traveled up the dress all the way to her stomach. Larry hadn't allowed her any hose or underwear, so the tattered strips of black material fanned over her tan, creamy flesh. Glimpses of both her ass and pussy could be seen through the shifting curtain of fabric.

But the dress was far from the worst of the things Larry and Elsa had made her wear. The spike heels that twisted her feet and made her totter uncertainly with every step were far worse, and so was the elegant leather collar that circled her slender throat. The single leather glove that joined her arms into one limb from wrist to elbow was more degrading, as was the six-inch chain that joined her ankles together. Elsa had even looped a thin golden chain around Lisa's narrow waist, just for the decorative effect of the chain against Lisa's tanned skin.

"Fuck," Otis said, forking a piece of meat into his mouth without taking his eyes off Lisa. "That's a fine piece of ass you got there. Sit her down and we'll all get to know each other a little better."

The chairs at the foot and head of the table were empty. At the head of the table was a plate filled with steaming delicacies, and to her surprise Lisa's mouth began to water. She hadn't had a bite to eat all day long, and the violent exertions of being fucked and tortured had left her body starved for energy.

"Honey," Larry said, jerking on Lisa's leash until the gorgeous blonde was on her knees beside the head of the table. "I'd like you to meet Tabitha Bates."

"Hi, slut," Tabitha growled coarsely. "Give Tabby a kiss hello."

"Yes," Larry agreed, a smile on his handsome face. "I think you should kiss all of our guests. What a nice way to greet them."

Tabitha Bates was a big woman nearing middle age, but she was still attractive, in a gaudy, almost masculine fashion. Lisa had thought that the big woman would lean over to kiss her, but instead Tabitha kicked off one of her shoes and stuck her foot into Lisa's pretty face. Tabitha was wearing heavy stockings, and there was the smell of sweat about her feet, but Lisa leaned forward dutifully and kissed her wiggling toes.

"Pretty whore, isn't she?" Tabitha asked roughly, wiggling her toes between Lisa's soft lips and rubbing them back and forth over the girl's waiting tongue. "I can't wait to have a turn with you."

Lisa shuddered at the big woman's words and at the cruelty she saw in her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief when her husband tugged on her leash, pulling her mouth from Tabitha's toes. She started to rise to her feet, but Larry pushed her roughly back down.

"Crawl, honey. Crawl like the little bitch mutt you are." Larry jerked her leash, making her crawl past Tabitha Bates to her husband, John. "Say hello to John, you dirty bitch dog. Give him a kiss."

"Hello," Lisa said unsurely, looking up at the man. "I'm very glad to meet you, sir."

"Hello, Lisa dog," John Bates said. He scooped up a bit of gravy from his plate, then pushed his dripping fingers into Lisa's passively waiting face. "Here doggie have some table scraps."

Lisa blushed with shame, but the now familiar itch in her cunt was slowly returning. She squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could, trying to grind out the lust that was fanning to life inside her treacherous cunt.

She opened her lips and sucked in John's fingers in one quick motion, but once his sticky fingers were trapped between her lips, she found that she didn't want to let them go. The sauce was something French and very rich, and she licked that away.

Even after the sauce was gone, she didn't want to let loose of the older man's fingers. She bobbed her head on his hand as if she were sucking a cock, and she lashed her tongue over his fingers, as if trying to tease a hard prick to orgasm.

"Shameful," Tabitha Bates ducked, shaking her head sadly. "That's how he spoils our dogs at home. He just gives them anything they want."

"Inconsiderate little bitch!" Larry shouted, yanking on Lisa's leash so hard that the gorgeous blonde choked and spluttered. "Reverend Bates needs that hand to eat, you selfish little dog. He can't have you slurping on it all night long."

Larry couldn't conceal the pleasure in his voice. He had succeeded in turning Lisa from a cold-hearted, money-grubbing bitch to a pain-and-degradation loving submissive in one single afternoon.

He had never dreamed that her subjugation would be so easy. Now he had one of the most beautiful women he had ever met as a personal sex slave. She was going to be the perfect wife.

"You've already met Elsa," he said, nodding down the table at the sultry European girl. "You've already kissed her, so all you have to do is bark hello."

Lisa moaned in self-disgust at Larry's latest order. She heard laughter around the table, and the realization struck he with a hammer blow of shame that these were the people she had intended to dazzle tonight, the people she had thought would respect and admire her because of her husband's wealth and her beauty.

Instead she was groveling at their feet, on exhibit in a skittish rag of a dress. She was crawling around on the floor to be made fun of like some sideshow freak, her arms trapped from wrist to elbow in a single leather sheath, her ankles hobbled by chains and a dog collar encircling her throat.

"Bark, doggie," Elsa ordered, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel excitement. "Bark, doggie, or I'll have to whip you."

Lisa's pussy clamped on itself, as though it were collapsing under some great weight. She moaned, low and throaty, and she couldn't keep her silky thighs from squirming together. The people gathered around the table laughed at her louder, and Otis congratulated Larry on the catch he'd made at finding her. Elsa just waited for Lisa to bark, and as she waited she picked her steak knife up off the table.

"Woof!" Lisa barked at last, tears of shame running down her pretty face, drops of cunt cream glistening on her tender pink pussy lips. "Woof! Woof, Elsa! Woof! Woof!"

"That's very good, doggie," Elsa said, putting her knife back down on the table. "Now go around and meet our other guests."

Larry dragged Lisa back the way she had come, making her crawl past John and Tabitha Bates and around the head of the table. John stooped down to grab one of Lisa's full, sagging tits as she crawled past him, and Tabitha rubbed the toe of her shoe up and down Lisa's inviting, hairless ass crack.

The girl squirmed with delight at their callous prodding. She felt like a sex doll a desirable piece of meat to be abused and discarded. The thought broke her heart and shattered her self respect, but it also made her uncontrollably hot.

"Say hello to the sheriff," Larry said. "Bark hello and give him a kiss."

"Woof!" Lisa cried as she barked up at the man's leering, laughing face. "Woof, Sheriff North. Woof!"

"Here," Otis said. He was ready for her, his zipper opened his fat cock out in the open. "Kiss me on my big old cock."

The sheriff's cock was huge. It was also almost as long as Larry's and thicker by half. Lisa's cunt burned with need at the sight of the fat fucker, and Lisa's lips quivered with need as she leaned don over the throbbing spear of cock meat.

Her lips were parted slightly when she planted them on the bulging head of the sheriff's cock. She snuck her tongue out between them as she dragged her mouth back and forth over the fat cock head, licking at the crevice of his pin slit. She spilled her spit over the pink, fat prick head, then licked it away before it could run down the stocky length of the prick stalk.

"The bitch has some talent," Otis rasped, whistling with admiration at the talented wash of Lisa's lips and tongue over the head of his cock. "Better pull her off before I fuck her right here."

"Came on, dog!" Larry shouted, making Lisa pull her mouth off the sheriff's cock. "Time to meet Faith Heston. You ought to be very nice to Faith. She looks just like you would if you weren't a little bitch mutt."

Lisa looked up at the beautiful blonde with a mix of shame and envy. Larry was right. Faith was perhaps the only woman in the whole town who was better looking than Lisa. She was almost six feet tall, her body willowy but somehow still perfectly proportioned. Her long hair was naturally blonde and flowed halfway down her back. Her face was so aristocratic that just looking at her made Lisa feel like some sort of vile commoner.

"Woof, Faith!" Lisa barked, tears shimmering in her eyes while a fire blazed in her cunt. "Woof!"

"Kiss my pussy, Lisa," Faith said simply, turning slightly in her seat and spreading her legs. "Kiss my pussy hello."

Faith Heston was wearing a gown more beautiful than Lisa's had been even before Elsa and Larry had altered it. And Faith filled her gown more seductively than Lisa could have filled hers. Lisa felt shabby and threadbare in front of the gorgeous woman, and she knew that what little of her pride remained was wilting away in Faith's presence. It was also somehow more demeaning to be called by her name than by the filthy words the others used. The final humiliation Faith visited on Lisa was not pulling her dress up but simply parting her legs and waiting for Lisa to stick her head up beneath the hem.

Lisa couldn't resist brushing Faith's satiny skin with her lips as she traveled toward the juncture of the girl's perfect thighs. Lisa had never met a woman more beautiful than herself, and there was something hypnotizing about being in the service of someone so perfect. Lisa felt her cunt juice running down her legs, and she knew she was further disgracing herself with her show of excitement.

"I think she really likes you, Faith," Otis said around a mouthful of food. "Her cunt looks like a fucking waterfall."

"It's nice to have a pretty girl for a slave, isn't it?" Faith asked Elsa, then she arched her back with pleasure when Lisa's lips found her golden rimmed pussy. "I've never had one as attractive as Lisa. And she's so submissive."

"Come aver anytime," Elsa answered, smiling in joined conspiracy with the other girl. "I'm sure Mr. Hart wouldn't mind you using her."

Lisa shuddered with shame as they discussed her like some communal sex toy. The shame added to the pleasure she was experiencing at kissing the pretty lips of Faith's pussy, and a weak orgasm flicked through her squirming, sexy body. Lisa knew that it was just the first of many orgasms she would experience with these people tonight.

Lisa had never kissed another woman's cunt, hut she was almost as turned on by the experience as she had been by sucking cock. There was something both repulsive and attractive about kissing a woman's pussy. It was perverse and wrong, but it was as though she had been immersed in a world of dark, wet warmth. Lisa retched and orgasmed at the same time, and she wondered if she would ever feel sexual pleasure without being hurt or degraded in some fashion.

"That's enough," Faith said, nodding to Larry. She was turning back around in her chair before Lisa's head was even out from under her dress, and one of her feet clipped Lisa's head, almost knocking the girl senseless. "She doesn't know when to quit, though. Lisa's a sluttish little thing, no matter how good she looks."

Lisa burned with shame, tears sparkling once more in her crystal-blue eyes at Faith's callous dismissal. She had tried to hard to please the exquisite girl. She had favored her pussy to a wetter and longer kiss than she had given any of the others. It hurt her badly to be discarded so abrupt by the wondrous blonde.

Then she saw the sly smile Faith was sharing with Elsa, and she knew that the blonde had pushed her away for just that reason, to make her feel more worthless and despicable than ever.

"All right, doggie bitch," Larry said, tugging Lisa past Faith and toward the last person sitting at the table. "Bark hello to Roland Rogers. Bark hello nice, mutt, because Roland is the mayor of the whole town."

Everything they did was designed to break her will a little more, destroy another fragment of her self-respect. Now Larry was talking to her as though she really was a simple-minded animal. Roland Rogers, seventy years old but still fit looking, smiled down on her like a proud grandfather. Then he pulled down his pants and leaned down over his chair, presenting her with his wrinkled, hairy ass.

"Kiss my asshole hello, you filthy slut," he said, his voice still sounding pleasant in spite of the terrible things he said. "Stick your slutty face to my ass and plant those sexy lips right on my asshole."

"Woof!" Lisa barked forlornly, and she leaned forward to the task.

Roland Rogers was a clean man, and it wasn't until Lisa had her nose stuck between his ass cheeks that the base smell of his ass struck her. She recoiled then, wanting to throw up. Larry jerked on her leash, strangling her, and Lisa knew he wanted her to hurry up and do what the mayor asked.

She pushed her pretty face between Roland's thin ass checks. The crinkly hair between his loose buns scratched and tickled her face unmercifully. It seemed like she had to travel a thousand miles through the dank darkness of Roland's ass crack before her nose touched bottom. Then her lips brushed a bulging pucker that seemed like a tiny, rough-lipped mouth. Lisa knew that she had found the mayor's asshole.

Another orgasm raced through Lisa's squirming young body as she kissed the mayor's asshole. It made her raise her own ass high into the air and wiggle it back and forth as her pussy cream dribbled down her silky thighs. All she could smell was sweat and shit, and the taste on her lips was so gross that there was only one thing it could be.

"The whore's Frenching my asshole!" Roland proclaimed in his best speech making voice. "The slutty tramp's licking out my asshole!"

"Dirty Lisa," Faith chided from behind the squirming, ass-sucking girl. "How could you ever expect me to kiss you when you go round planting your lips on men's dirty assholes?"

Lisa moaned at the depth of her desecration and came again, her ass wiggling back and forth wildly. A surge of pain cut through her as Faith poked her ass with her fork, and Lisa completely lost control, sprawling out helplessly on the floor and grinding her silky thighs together. She clamped her lips tighter against Roland's dirty asshole, and sucked hard and washed it with her tongue.

"Pull her away or I'm going to cum!" Roland bellowed, clamping his old ass checks so tightly around Lisa's face that the sexy blonde slave thought she was going to pass out. "You know this isn't how I want to cum! Pull the dirty whore's mouth off my whole."

Larry jerked on Lisa's leash so hard that the girl tumbled over backward, her head snapping back to hit the dining room floor with a thud. It felt for a moment as though her neck had been broken and her windpipe crushed, but she still rolled back over to her hands and knees when Larry tugged on her leash. She followed him like a docile puppy to her place at the end of the table.

"Here's your seat, bitch Lisa," Larry said, pulling out her chair and then giving an upward tug on her leash. "Up, bitch, up onto your chair."

Lisa moaned in shame at what her husband was showing her. It wasn't a real chair at all, just another cruel implement of bondage. The arms were wired wooden stocks, and when Lisa crawled up into the chair, Larry pulled her legs wide so that her knees would fit in them. With her knees pulled wide and the chain still holding her ankles together, Lisa's legs looked like pretzels. The position pulled her cunt and ass cheeks wide open, so that everyone else sitting at the table could have a clear view of her fuck-holes.

Larry pulled Lisa's leather-bound hands forward and hooked them under the edge of the table. Under her arms, at just the right level to catch Lisa across her stiffened nipples, was a line of needle-sharp spears, of metal. It was as though someone had taken the head from a rake and sharpened the tips to razor sharpness. If Lisa leaned forward more than a few inches, the sharp spikes would be skewered into her tender tits.

"Now you chow down, dog bitch," Larry ordered sternly, and he slapped bis wife across her face for good measure. "Eat up all that yummy food."

"Oh, Larry!" Lisa cried when she saw what was piled up in front of her. The others were feasting on delicacies. And she was getting this. "Oh, Larry, please don't make me!"

It was dog food of some kind, piled up in a greasy, lumpy mess in a big bowl. Around the side of the bowl were printed the words Pet-Bitch. Lisa cried helplessly at the sight of it, her sexy body racked with the force of her sobbing. It was slowly dawning on her that there was no limit to the stupid humiliations and tortures they could inflict on her. They could always find a way to push her a little deeper into the muck.

"Eat it up, cunt?" Larry hissed. "Or you'll get a fucking lot worse."

Lisa looked up at her husband, her face tearstained and pitiful. There was no trace of mercy in his handsome features, and the domesticated young beauty knew that she was going to have to do what he wanted. And with her hands denied her there was only one way she could.

Her face was an inch away from the bowl when the sharpened spikes bit into her tits. Lisa yelped at the sudden, biting pain, jerking back away from the needles. She could feel the eyes of everyone else at the table burning into her, waiting to see if she was so dominated that she would hurt herself to follow the degrading commands of her husband.

Steeling herself against the pain, she bent forward again.

Needles pierced her silky tit flesh, sending sharp lightning bolts of pain through her tits. Needles knifed into her perky nipples, and the pain was awful. But Lisa leaned over farther, and stuck her face into the gooey mess of dog food.

"You've really got a special one here," John Bates said with a note of envy. "She'll do anything."

"Yeah, I think Lisa's a bitch that might take the whole trip," Larry agreed. He opened his pants and started jacking on his long, hard cock. "Get your face out of that dish, you smelly mutt bitch."

Lisa couldn't hear her husband's words over the din of debauchery and desecration that was playing through her head. The taste of the dog food was so foul that she gagged on every mouthful, but she was so hungry that she was slobbering all over herself as she wolfed it down.

Her face was smeared with the gravy, her nose and cheeks and chin painted a dirty brown. All she could think about was how utterly she was degrading herself for the amusement of the other people at the table. She was nothing but a whore now, and a low variety of that, existing only for the sexual entertainment of others.

"Straighten up, cunt!" Larry roared, jerking back on a handful of Lisa's golden hair. "When I tell you to do something, you better fucking do it!"

"I…" Lisa didn't know what to say. She was tapped in a hazy world of pain and shame and excitement, and it was hard for her to put words together. "Please forgive me."

"I was going to give you a treat," her husband said with a shrug. "Now I think maybe you don't deserve it."

"Treat?" Lisa echoed hollowly. She looked down at her tits and was surprised to see only tiny spots of blood speckling her pristine tit flesh. The needles were so sharp that they had left hardly a wound behind. "Please, give me treat. Give doggie bitch a treat."

"Well, okay," Larry said, jacking on his dripping cock as fast as he could. "Here's some topping for your dinner."

Larry's cock jerked with every plume of jism it splattered into the dog dish. The slimy white cum only halfway soaked into the grimy brown dog food, slithery snakes of jism congealing on the gooey surface. Lisa watched with mixed arousal and disgust as her husband emptied his balls all over the dog food.

She was going to have to eat that vile mess. She had dreamed of eating expensive delights and impressing the most powerful people in town. Instead, she was pushing her face into a dish filled with dog chow and laced with her husband's cock cream. Everyone laughed at her as she pushed her face into the gooey muck and gulped down the foul meal. The needles spiked even deeper into Lisa's tender tits, and she felt a new rise of ecstasy inside her.

"Lisa looks so cute with dog food all over her face," Faith observed, watching the degraded blonde with excitement. "That gooey brown smeared all over her pert little nose and pouting lips and pretty cheeks. I can't wait to see her face covered with my shit. I'll probably cum just looking at her."

Lisa climaxed just thinking about it, knowing for certain now that they could keep degrading her forever. She orgasmed again at the knowledge that she wouldn't walk away from it now – even if they decided to set her free.