Young housewife in hell

CHAPTER SIX

John Bates was the first one to finish with dinner, and he was also the first one to take a turn with Lisa. While she was eating her cum laced dog food, the sultry young blonde had listened to the others bicker over who was going to have first turn with her. It seemed that Otis and Roland wanted to take her at the same time, so they were pushed down on the list. Most frightening of all was Tabitha Bates, who decided that Lisa might not be any good for a while after she was finished with her. She was going to go last. That left only John Bates and Faith Heston, and Faith was willing to wait and watch while John went first.

Gracious hosts, neither Larry nor Elsa planned to take turns abusing Lisa's tender young body. They, after all, would have her for as long as they liked. Instead they let their guests haggle over what order they should assault her in.

Elsa wiped Lisa's soiled face with a wet towel while John unfastened the stocks and chains that held the supple blonde beauty in bondage. Once again, Elsa made Lisa suck the dirtied cloth clean, but this time it only made Lisa's cunt bubble with pleasure. After that Elsa sat back down in her chair, waiting to be called on for help if John should need it. And John helped Lisa step out of the chair and stand at the foot of the table.

A tear trickled down Lisa's beautiful face as she realized that she was completely free of ropes and chains and leather. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity she was standing free and unfettered in anyway. She wanted to take John Bates in her arms and kiss him. Then she noticed something else.

The itching had subsided in her pussy. Her cunt cream was no longer bubbling down her legs. Even her cunt was no longer buzzing and wriggling.

Suddenly, there was nothing she wanted more than ropes or chains or leather cutting into her tanned, silky skin. She opened her mouth to plead for bondage, but before a sound could pass her lips John had grabbed the top of her dress with both his hands and ripped it down her body.

The dress was already in tatters, and it tore easily under the yanking John gave it. Lisa stumbled forward on her spike heels, almost fading at the sharp tug on her dress, but she caught herself before she fell. John ripped the dress completely off her, leaving it puddled in a bundle of rags around her feet. Only the spike heels and the slender gold chain that hugged her narrow waist kept her from being completely naked.

The people around the table could see every part of Lisa they were interested in. Her full, brown tits, narrow waist, long legs and perfect ass were all on display for their inspection. Lisa looked like some kind of sleek animal, perhaps a thoroughbred horse.

"Stand right there," John told her trotting away from the table. He returned a moment later with some strips of rubber. "Don't move an inch, you beautiful slut. I'll put you into whatever positions I want you to be in."

Lisa did as John commanded, staying still as he dropped the strips of rubber to the floor and sorted through them. A moment later, he came up with one of the thickest bands.

"Raise your left foot," he ordered, and once she had done that and he had slipped the band around it he barked: "Put down your left foot and raise your right."

John pulled the first band all the way up around Lisa's full, silky thighs. The band of rubber had started as less than six inches around, but the farther he pulled it up Lisa's sleek legs, the farther the band stretched. By the time he was satisfied with its placement, the band was cutting so tightly into Lisa's flesh that her feet were going numb.

The ringlets were just like rubber bands, only much wider. John put the second one around Lisa's knees. It was much smaller than the first, and by the time it hugged her knees together, it was stretched every bit as tight as the first had been. A fourth went around her calves and a fifth around her ankles, and by the time John was finished, Lisa couldn't move her legs apart at all.

"Hold your arms straight down at your sides," John said, picking up the rest of the giant rubber bands.

Lisa did as he ordered, quivering in anticipation of what was coming next.

By the time John was finished, bands of rubber encircled Lisa's hips and tits and mouth. The band that circled her hips covered both her cunt and ass, and he tied her hands trapped at her sides. The band that crushed her tits to her body also flipped her elbows.

John pulled Lisa's blonde hair back and tied jutes knot that was trapped inside the rubber. Her hair was pulled so tightly behind her that Lisa's head was pulled back as far as it would go. She was staring at the ceiling when John fixed the final band of rubber over her mouth. That band had a rubber cock molded into the inside, and when John let the rubber slap around her head the cock flicked fully between Lisa's parted lips.

"Good job," Otis said, and a couple of the others applauded John's handiwork. "But what the fuck are you going to do with her now? You've covered up all the good parts."

"Hop," John said. He walked away from Lisa, pulled his chair out away from the table and sat down in it. "Hop your way over to me."

She was still in her high heels. John hadn't let her take those off. Her legs were bound together and her arms were trapped at her sides. It had been hard for her to balance herself on the high heels when she had been walking. She knew that she would never make it all the way to John, hopping, without falling down. What made her cry was that he knew it too, and so did everyone else in the room.

On the first hop, she wavered to the left. She could feel the spike on her left shoe start to slide across the carpet, threatening to topple her over, and she threw all her weight to her right. Everyone clapped, but Lisa's heart thundered in her heaving chest. The thought occurred to her that if she did fall, she wouldn't be able to break her impact at all. Her arms were trapped as firmly as her legs.

She hopped again, and this time it was her right shoe that buckled. A terrible bolt of pain shot up her when the rubber snapped her right leg, and it didn't matter how much she tried to balance herself on her left. She fell right on her face, barely missing the edge of the table with her head, and her cheek and tits ached with the impact.

"Crawl then, whore!" John barked. His fly was open and his cock was hanging out, half hard, fat and stubby. It was a pale-white cock, as repulsive as a fat white worm. "Squirm on the floor, slut, but get your worthless ass over here!"

Crawling was even harder than hopping, but at least it wasn't as dangerous. As she squirmed past Tabitha, the big woman emptied half a bottle of wine over her sensuously writhing young body. Lisa had to move almost entirely by pushing herself along with her toes and wriggling her stomach against the carpet. By the time she had gone five feet, her toes were cramping badly. It seemed to take her forever to reach Reverend Bates. By the time she did, every muscle in her body was howling in outrage. Lisa was so grateful to have managed the trip that she rubbed her face all over John's shiny black shoes. She thought despondently that she was the trained bitch dog they called her. Here she was, groveling at the feet of one of her master's friends.

"Now get me off, tramp," John told her, kicking at her face with both feet. "And make me cum. The sooner you do it, the less you get hurt."

Lisa wanted to scream out in anger at the sadistic monster. Her cunt, asshole, tits and mouth were denied her. Her hands and legs were bound and useless. How was she supposed to tease a load of jism out of his half-limp cock? She didn't even think she could reach it.

John asked Elsa for something while Lisa was trying to wriggle her way up into his crotch, and the beautiful dark-eyed girl left to get it. When she came back with the bowl of ice cubes, Lisa felt a chill of apprehension, but she didn't understand how the reverend would use them. A moment later, he slid one beneath the band of rubber that molded itself around her ass cheeks.

The rubber trapped the ice cube and transmitted the cold. It even seemed to intensify the cold as it iced the silky flesh of Lisa's left ass cheek. The frigid kiss of the ice cube started as a cold discomfort, but before long it was burning her tender ass flesh like a branding iron. When John reached for a second ice cube, Lisa thought she was going to lose her mind.

She couldn't bend her knees or elbows, but she could bend at the waist. Lisa did, coming up into a sitting position between John's widespread legs. Sitting on the ass-freezing ice cube only made the freezing pain worse, but sitting tip was the only way Lisa could think of to reach John's cock.

Once she faced the ugly worm of a cock, Lisa wasn't entirely sure of what to do with it. Her mouth was filled by rubber cock, so she couldn't give him a blow-job. When John pushed the second ice cube down inside the band of rubber that encircled Lisa's crushed, silky tits, the beautiful housewife lunged forward.

The ice burned her sensitive tit flesh even worse than it was burning her ass. John was already picking up another cube, and Lisa knew that many more of them inside the bands of rubber would drive her out of her mind. Lisa leaned forward and rubbed her beautiful face all over John's limp cock. She couldn't imagine getting a man off this way, but she had to try something.

The helplessness and pain started to get to the submissive young housewife. Her cunt was drooling under its rubber cover, and the sizzling hot run of her cunt juice was starting to squish uncomfortably between her tightly clamped legs. Lisa couldn't even rub her thighs against each other to relieve some of the sexual itching in her pussy, and the slow build of lust inside her was almost as maddening as the pain the rubber trapped ice cubes were causing her.

Lisa rubbed her face all over John's cock, massaging the pulpy prick flesh with her silky skin. By slow degrees, the reverend's cock started to stiffen. Lisa rubbed her face over his prick even faster, and soon she was rewarded with a drool of pre-cum across her nose. The smell and the watery texture of his cock-lube made Lisa sick, but the fact that John was finally showing signs of life excited her so much that a minor climax exploded between her legs.

Just as Lisa's climax reached its apex, John slipped an ice cube down into the band of rubber that crossed her mouth. The ice froze her check so quickly and harshly that she howled into her gag. Tears filled her eyes and her lithe body wriggled in agony.

In desperation, Lisa turned her head and caught the reverend's cock between her chin and the soft hollow of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth just as she would have if she were taking his cock down her throat. But instead of spearing her gullet, John's slowly, hardening cock was hammering into the soft flesh of the outside of her throat. Lisa's neck burned with agony and her throat was bruised with the thudding impact of John's cock. But she kept on forcing her throat onto the man's stubby cock, desperate to make the sadistic reverend orgasm.

"Jezebel!" John hissed, grabbing another ice cube out of the bowl and sliding it down between Lisa's shoulder blades. "Dirty harlot! Filthy floozy! Oh, that feels so good!"

Lisa arched back at the freezing pain of the new ice cube. John's cock slipped from under her chin and bobbed up and down, spritzing her pretty face with a watery strand of fuck-lube. Lisa jerked and twisted wildly. Through tear fogged eyes, she saw the evil reverend reach for another ice cube, and in desperation she plunged her face back down on his cock.

"Whore of Babylon!" John screamed, dropping the ice cube on the carpet as his cock plugged the tiny hole of Lisa's ear. "Dirty harlot! You're making me cum! I never cum!"

Lisa didn't know where, the energy came from, but suddenly she surged up out of her sitting position, hurling herself up over the demented reverend's body. His cock slapped wetly against her stomach and Lisa rubbed her flat tummy back and forth along the sensitive underside of his cock. She felt the big spear of cock flesh jerk against her, and then burning hot jism splattered over the rubber that bound her big tits.

"Cumming all over you!" John bellowed, fucking his cock over the silky flesh of Lisa's stomach. He grabbed the writhing girl by her shoulders and forced her back down between his knees. "Take it in the face, you shameless floozy! Wallow in it, you wretched tramp!"

Lisa felt a wave of satisfaction as John's cock belched jism all over her pretty face. She had managed to make him cum, with her hands and fuck-holes bound and useless. Even now, he was smearing her face with his filthy cock cream. She had made him cum.

Faith was next. Just the sight of the tall, elegant blonde made Lisa climax helplessly. When Faith freed Lisa of the bands of rubber, Lisa wanted to kiss the younger woman's feet. When Faith dressed her in tight blue jeans and a leather jacket, Lisa wondered what was happening. Then Faith strapped the dildo around Lisa's hips and gathered her hair up under a cap, and the blonde slave understood what was going on.

Faith was turning her into a man.

"I want to thank Tabitha for this," Faith said with a little bow in the big woman's direction.

"It was her rape protection classes that gave me the idea for this little game. Okay, Lisa, you sweet little bitch. Rape me!"

Lisa stood uncertainly for an instant, not quite sure what to do. She was so exhausted and hurt that she doubted she could have beaten up a child, but the men's clothes she was wearing and the seven-inch dildo she strapped to her made her feel so hot that she really wanted to fuck the blonde.

She charged the girl on a straight line, her cunt exploding with pleasure as she thought of having Faith on her back with her legs in the air, fucking her to death with the fat rubber cock. She was only a couple of feet away from her when Faith pulled two tiny canisters from her purse and aimed them at her.

"Siren," Faith explained as she pushed the button on the first canister. "Tear gas," she added as she pushed the button on the second.

Lisa clapped her hands over her ears as the siren blasted through her head. The noise was so loud and terrible that she wanted to curl up and hold her head forever. If she couldn't make the horrible pain go away she would have been just as glad to die. A moment later, her eyes started burning, and she clapped her hands to her face as her eyes turned red and filled with tears. She started coughing and she couldn't stop. She wondered if she'd been poisoned, if she was going to die.

"Now you have the rapist on the defensive," Faith said with a smile, fishing something else from her purse. "But just because he's blinded and in pain doesn't mean he isn't dangerous. Look what you can do with a simple set of keys."

Lisa was floundering around blindly in front of the elegant blonde. She wondered if she should just lie down and surrender, but she knew that if she ruined Faith's show she would just be punished worse. She cringed backward when someone unzipped her leather jacket. Then she screamed, in shock and heart rending agony, when Faith slammed the keys into her right tit.

Tearing pain and bruising agony filled up the liquid-soft mound of her tit, and she stumbled backward blindly, unable to see, feeling only the brutal agony of the punch Faith had dealt her.

"And never give up your advantage," Faith continued, smiling cruelly, advancing on her cringing blonde victim with slow, measured steps. "Look for your openings and take them."

Lisa knew another punch was coming, but she couldn't tell from where. When the keys, and Faith's fist slammed into the flat, soft plain of Lisa's stomach, the gorgeous little blonde crumpled forward. Before her knees could buckle, Faith hit her again, a jab to her left tit that drove her backward. Lisa grabbed her brutalized tits to assure herself that they were still intact.

"Now, if the rapist in question happens to be a dumb little blonde slut," Faith said, barely able to hide a giggle from her face, "you can always do this. It's a special variation on the old hip toss."

Lisa had barely dropped her hands from her aching tits when Faith closed her hands around them. Lisa screamed in sudden agony when Faith jerked forward on the full, round mounds of tit flesh. A moment later she felt the thrust of Faith's hip against her thighs, and Faith flipped her into the air.

"Ohhhhh!" Lisa shrieked. "Oh, no!"

The pain in her tits was unbelievable. Faith dragged her through the air by her handholds on Lisa's silky tit mounds. She flipped the helpless housewife completely over. When Lisa slammed into the dining room floor, she breathed a sigh of relief in spite of the shattering pain of impact. But a moment later, Faith jerked up on her tits again.

"So you want to rape me you worthless little slut?" the gorgeous young blonde bellowed, making Lisa arch her back and squirming hellish agony. "I'll teach you a lesson you're never going to forget, you dirty little bitch!"

Faith pulled Lisa's tits up and then smashed them back down, over and over again. The beaten blonde housewife moaned weakly in pain, her hands fluttering helplessly around those of her beautiful captor. Faith straddled the dildo she had strapped onto Lisa and slid her cunt down over it. Through still-blurry eyes, Lisa watched the girl jiggle and shake on top of the seven-inch rubber cock.

"You want to rape me?" Faith cooed cruelly, releasing her brutal holds on Lisa's tits and smoothing her soft palms down over the captive housewife's fevered flesh. "Rape me then. Come on, Lisa. Fuck that big cock inside me!"

Lisa's tits were on fire with pain and her body was aching with fatigue, but she knew that she had to do what the younger girl demanded. Faith was grinding her hips down in wide, wild circles atop the big cock, and she was humping her ass up and down so fast that Lisa's hips bounced off the hard floor. Still, Lisa tried to fuck Faith back, grasping the girl's hips with her hands and pumping her ass off the floor to meet the downward plunges of Faith's sweet pussy.

Faith pulled something from her purse, and Lisa moaned in sorrow and fear when she saw what it was. She moaned again, in expectation of more pain, when the evil young blonde circled both her full, battered tit with the leash of leather. But it wasn't until Faith started to pull it tight, melding Lisa's tits into one giant mound of sweetly delectable flesh, that the debased beauty started to whimper in pain. And it was only a few moments after that she began to coo in pleasure.

The pain was awful. Faith was turning her pair of tits into one, giant-nippled mound. She had pulled the strap of leather so tight that Lisa's tits were bulging at the ends. It was as though Lisa's tits had been turned around on her chest. Now the bases were narrow, the tips wide and filled with blood. But once again, the pain was starting to turn her on.

And the pain wasn't the only thing that was turning Lisa on. Looking up at Faith, the sexy young blonde realized that once again she was being abused and mastered by a woman younger than herself. She realized too that once more she was stripped and on display for everyone to see, while the person assaulting her was fully dressed. Everything that happened was designed, to make her feel worthless and whorish. The fullness of her degradation only turned the submissive housewife on more.

Faith was getting turned on, too. Lisa knew that even while she was still blinded by the tear gas. She could tell it by how throaty Faith's voice had become. She was even more certain when, a few moments later, she felt the slick drool of Faith's pussy cream running down from the sides of the big dildo to soak her hips and cunt fur.

Now that her eyes were starting to clear, Lisa could see more evidence of how hot Faith was getting. The elegant blonde's gray eyes were glazed and her face was flushed. She was jerking as she squirmed atop Lisa. Sudden moans and cries of passion escaped her moistly parted lips. She released the leather strap she had wound around Lisa's tits and grabbed at her own full, heaving tits, squeezing and pulling on them through the thin fabric of her expensive evening gown.

Lisa gasped with passion of her own at seeing the rise of lust in the other girl. There was something about the knowledge that she was turning on Faith so completely that started Lisa's cunt squirming and leaking. She jerked her ass more powerfully off the floor, twisting her hips in a wide circle that matched Faith's frenzied jerkings.

"Oh fuck me, you dirty little slut," Faith gasped. She reached down to grip Lisa's big, rolling tits, and Lisa reached up in return, smoothing her palms almost reverently over Faith's upthrust tits. "You filthy little Lisa. You slutty little Lisa. You're a whore, Lisa, do you know that?"

"Yes!" Lisa gasped back, her voice cracking as an orgasm flared to sudden, burning life inside her. "I'm a dirty slut. Such a dirty slut. You're so fucking beautiful…"

There was nothing touching Lisa's cunt, but that didn't seem to matter. She was stripped and on display, pleasuring another woman with a perverse sex act. She was in pain and in slavery. Those were the things that made her thrash and tremble with lust. A hard cock or wet mouth on her pussy would have just been an extra now.

She was cumming on a rumbling wave of pain and degradation. That was enough for her now.

"You're a cunt, Lisa," Faith rasped, her perfect model's face bathed in sweat and flushed with ecstasy. "You're a dog in heat, Lisa. Just a dirty little mutt."

Faith's orgasm seemed even more powerful than Lisa's. She swayed from side to side atop her beautiful slave until she almost fell off her. Faith's pussy gushed cunt cream, soaking Lisa's humping hips in a wash of sticky fuck-juice. It mixed with Lisa's cunt cream between her thighs, spread over her flat, trembling belly in a thin, sticky wave.

Suddenly Faith pulled herself off the seven inch dildo and clambered over Lisa's body. Lisa groaned with a mix of passion and disgust as the younger girl moved up her body, because she knew where Faith was headed. She didn't try to escape though. Her cunt actually wriggled more desperately as the idea of eating out Faith's swampy pussy burned its way into Lisa's mind.

"Never seen Faith cream like that with anybody," Otis grumbled, stroking his fat cock and staring at the sloppy mess of Lisa's crotch. "That little bitch must be turning her on but good."

"You like her better than you do me," Elsa added with a pout. "You've never given me so much sweet pussy cream."

"And what about you?" Faith gasped, lowering her sloppy pink pussy gash on Lisa's passively waiting face. "The next time you want to play with her, Elsa, are you going to give me a call instead?"

Elsa didn't answer, knowing that she wouldn't give up the chance to torment Lisa even for the joy of sampling Faith's perfect body. There was something about the beautiful submissive housewife that was more alluring than simple looks could ever be. There was something about her that cried out for her to be fucked and tortured and defiled.

The first thing Lisa realized was that Faith's cunt smelled much different now than it had when she had kissed it beneath the table. Lisa gagged for an instant at the smell of it. Then she just became hotter at the realization that it was her body that had made Faith's cunt so sloppy.

The second thing Lisa noticed was that Faith's pussy cream tasted different than her own. When Lisa slithered her wet, pink tongue out between her lips to gather up the first load of cunt cream, she encountered a taste that was so sharp and tart that she almost shut her mouth. Then she whipped her tongue back inside the swollen, pink folds of Faith's cunt with even greater fervor, excited that different women could taste different and already wondering what Elsa's cunt tasted like.

The first thing Lisa noticed was that Faith was still cumming, that she was cumming easily, cumming with almost every brush of her tongue inside her pussy. And Faith poured pussy juice when she climaxed. For a panic-stricken instant, Lisa was terrified that she was going to drown under the waterfall splash of Faith's pussy juice. Finally she locked her mouth around the quivering lips of Faith's cunt and sucked at her pussy the way she would have sucked at a lemon. Faith screamed with pleasure and round her ass all over Lisa's face, but the helplessly pussy trapped beauty managed to siphon off three huge mouthfuls of juicy cunt slime.

Her sucking at the swollen lips of Faith's cunt made the girl own even more wildly, puffing at her hair and riding her head as if were some kind of bucking horse. She smashed her pussy all over Lisa's pretty, captive face and smeared her pussy dew deep into the slavish housewife's creamy tanned skin. Lisa kept her tongue whipping inside Faith's pussy, lathering the heated, slimy cunt fuck and teasing the younger girl's tiny cunt. And she smeared her lips all over the outside of Faith's cunt, manipulating her through a series of long, shattering climaxes.

Lisa knew that she had been reduced to nothing, that she was now no more than the lowest servant girl, slurping lavishly at the swampy cunt of her better. She knew that her dreams of being a society belle were gone forever. All she was now was a pet slut, a sex toy to be used and abused in whatever way her husband and his friends wanted.

It didn't matter. She wished she could suck Faith's cunt forever.