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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Consuela
Summary:Joshua 'breaks in' his new maid.

   Caveat lector.

   If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.  If you don't like stories
about forced sex, don't read it.  If you are below the arbitrary age set
for your area, don't read it.  If for any reason it is illegal for you to
read this story, don't read it.

   Find my stories here- http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/

   Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story may not
be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the
author.  This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. 
The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com' (Replace
the 'at' and the 'dot' with the appropriate symbols.)

   All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

   Consuela

   By Norm DePloom

   "Yes, Mr.  Fielding, we'll send one right over.  And thank you for doing
business with International Domestics Agency once again." The phone clicked
and Joshua Fielding placed the handset back onto its cradle, then began
making preparations for the arrival of his new maid.  He had, well, shall
we say, 'worn out' the last one.  Mr.  Fielding had been doing business
with the 'International Domestics Agency' for several years and they knew
exactly what he was expecting when he answered his door.  Once again Joshua
was not disappointed.  When he opened his front door he saw a young
Hispanic woman, no older that twenty at the most, clean and well groomed,
carrying a single valise which, he guessed contained all of her worldly
possessions.  He knew that she would have been recruited from some poor
South American family.  Her parents were likely to have been paid a bonus.
What was to them, a princely sum to allow their daughter to take advantage
of the employment opportunities working as a domestic in the north.  The
agreement would have been phrased in such a way to allow the parents to
feel like they weren't selling their daughter.

   "Come in," Joshua said with a wave of his hand after the girl had given
him the papers form agency identifying her as 'Consuela' from Honduras. 
Joshua noticed her small, firm breasts and her equally firm, but a bit more
prominent butt as his new maid walked past him and into the house.  Yes,
they know exactly what I want.  The paper from the agency informed Joshua
that Consuela spoke only limited English, that she had been well treated in
transit, and that she was expecting to work as a domestic maid for a
wealthy American family.  The Agency had, as usual, protected her innocence
and hid from her all knowledge of her likely fate.  Well, Joshua thought,
they hadn't totally lied to her, she would be cleaning his house along with
her 'other' duties.

   "Your name is 'Cuntsuela'?" Joshua asked as they walked down the
entrance hallway.

   "Consuela, si...yes," the young woman answered.

   "You're very beautiful, Cuntsuela," Joshua said to the obviously shy
young woman as he led her deeper into his house.

   "Que," she asked in a soft unintentionally sexy voice.  Consuela was
mush too shy correct her new employer again.  She knew that 'cunt' was a
North American slang term for the vagina, but had to believe that her new
employer's mispronunciation of her name was nothing more than a product of
his ignorance of Spanish.

   "Beautiful," Joshua repeated over his shoulder as they walked, "bonita."

   "Gracias, ah, thank you," she answered, Joshua could hear the
embarrassment in the woman's voice, he did not need to turn around to know
she was blushing.

   "This is your room, Cuntsuela," he announced opening a door and stepping
aside so the Consuela could pass by him and enter the room.  In spite of
her assumption that his mispronunciation of her name was innocent, Consuela
blushed every time he called her 'Cuntsuela', Her blush deepened when her
breasts rubbed against her new employer's chest as she side stepped around
him to go through the doorway.  The room was just barely long and wide
enough to hold the metal cot with its thin mattress.  There was a rod
across the room at the foot of the bed with a maid's uniform hanging from
it and a small two draw bedside table beside the other end of the cot.  A
bare bulb hung from the ceiling I string extended just barely low enough
for Consuela to reach and a mirror on the wall opposite the cot completed
the room.  As bare and small as the room was, it was better than anything
she had before.  And it was hers, she did not have to share it with younger
siblings.

   "I will leave you alone to change into your uniform," Joshua said as he
stepped back and started to close the door.

   "When..." Consuela paused, unsure how to ask the question, "...familia?"

   "Don't worry about the rest of my family now, you'll learn all you need
to know in due time." Joshua closed the door.  The only reason Consuela did
not suspect that her 'room' was a converted closet was that never in her
life had she seen a closet this big.  Consuela looked for a lock on the
door, she discovered there wasn't one.  With a shrug she began to remove
her clothes and replace them with the uniform.  As soon as he had closed
the door to the maid's room, Joshua stepped through the door a few feet
back up the hallway.  Using the 'mirror' he watched as his new maid removed
her clothes.  He gently stroked himself through his trousers as Consuela's
breasts and crotch were revealed.  The Agency had outdone them selves this
time, her firm young breasts were topped with large puffy areoles that
immediately crinkled in response to the cool air.  At the center of each
areole was a long thick nipple.  Each was easily a half inch long. 
Joshua's cock twitched as he contemplated what he would, eventually, be
doing to those beautiful, virginal nipples.  Joshua quietly left his
observation room, and waited for his new servant in his library.

   "Senior?" Consuela asked in a small shy voice as she stepped from her
room.  "Mister?" She asked a little louder.

   "In here, Consuela." The young girl, dressed as a maid, followed the
sound of her new employer's voice.  The skirt of the dress she had been
given to wear was a little shorter than she was used to, and the top did
not button up as high as she would have liked, but this was a new country,
and she had to get used to different standards.  After finding Joshua,
Consuela was put to work doing exactly what she expected to do.  She
cleaned every room of the house with quiet efficiency.  She dusted tables,
lamps and books; vacuumed carpets; scrubbed floors on her hands and knees;
cleaned toilets with a brush; and washed dishes and clothes.  Twice as she
worked her way through the house Consuela found locked doors.  Each time
her employer told her not to worry about those rooms and to go about her
work.

   That her employer checked on her many times while she worked was
expected, but it disturbed Consuela to turn and find him standing close
behind her.  He seemed to move with complete silence, and appear when she
did not expect it.  Twice Consuela almost dropped fragile objects when she
turned to find him so close.  He seemed even more interested in her work
when she was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors.  The dress
that she found too short when she was standing up was embarrassing when she
was on her hands and knees.  It was hard to scrub the floor with the soapy
brush when she had to continually pull at her skirt to keep her fanny
covered.

   The house was large enough that it took her all day, with only one short
break for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, to finish the thorough her
employer expected.  At dinner time she was allowed to warm a frozen dinner
for herself, then present herself to her employer in his library for an
evaluation of the day's work.  Consuela was almost too nervous to eat. 
What if she had not done a good enough job?  What if he didn't like her? 
What would the people at the Agency say if she failed her first assignment?


   "Well, Cuntsuela, you've done an adequate job of cleaning my house."
With her limited understanding of English Consuela struggled with the
words, was he saying she did good, or bad?  "You may bathe in the bathroom
next to your room, then go to bed.  You will be expected to clean the house
just as thoroughly every day."

   "Yes, sir," Consuela answered.

   "We will discuss additional duties as time goes by." Consuela left the
room.  Once she was gone, Joshua once again entered his observation room
and watched as his young maid stripped naked, then pulling a threadbare
robe from her valise, pulled it over her body and left the room.  Joshua
moved to another observing station in the small room and watched as
Consuela entered the bathroom.  Once again she looked for, and failed to
find a lock on the door.  The young woman let her robe hang open as she ran
hot water into the tub.  It swayed this way and that, first exposing, then
hiding her breasts, tummy and crotch.  After giving Joshua an unintended
tease as the robe swayed with her movements, the maid removed the robe and
stepped, naked into the tub of hot water.

   Joshua watched, and stroked his hard cock, while Consuela first just
relaxed in the tub of steaming water then, picking up the soap and washrag,
began to wash her body.  Joshua was pleased to observe that even after such
a long day of hard work and tension, his new maid took longer than strictly
necessary to wash her breasts and crotch.  She didn't actually masturbate,
but seemed to enjoy touching herself.  Consuela finished her bath, dried
her body, then, after giving her face a close examination in the mirror,
pulled her robe on over her naked body, and left the bathroom.  Joshua
leaned closer to the mirror and stared directly into Consuela's eyes as she
examined herself.  Joshua switched from the bathroom mirror back to the
bedroom mirror.

   Joshua continued to stroke himself as he watched Consuela put on a
nightgown then kneel beside her cot.  With a New Testament in one hand and
a Rosary in the other, the young Catholic woman said her nightly prayers
then turn out the light and slip into bed.  Joshua waited until her
breathing was deep and regular before he left the observation room and
quietly entered the converted closet his maid slept in.  Consuela moaned
softly and turned, but did not wake up, when the needle entered her arm. 
Joshua stood beside the cot and waited until the drug had time to affect
his young victim then he slowly pulled the blanket and sheet back and
worked her nightgown upward until it was wadded under her armpits leaving
the rest of her naked body exposed for his enjoyment.  He touched and
fondled every part of her body while he stroked his cock.  He left his cum
on her breasts then restored her nightgown.  After recovering her with the
sheet and blanket Joshua leaned over and kissed the unconscious young
woman. Pushing her slack lips apart he explored her mouth with his tongue.
Even in her drugged state, Consuela responded and began to kiss back. 
Joshua heard a faint disappointed sigh when he pulled his lips from hers
and left the room.

   Consuela struggled through the grogginess, trying to wake up.  She was
sure she heard someone calling her name.  She heard it again 'Cuntsuela'.
It had to be her employer.  She pulled off the blanket and sheet and sat on
the edge of the cot.  Memories of disturbing dreams flooded her mind. 
Dreams of being touched in places and in ways nobody should be touching
her.

   "Cuntsuela," the voice said more loudly than before.  She identified her
employer's voice coming from a small metal plate on the wall next to the
mirror.  The plate had slits cut in it.  She thought it was funny she had
never noticed the metal plate on the wall before.

   "Cuntsuela," the voice said again even louder.

   "Si Sen...Yes sir," she replied speaking to the intercom on the wall.

   "Time to get dressed, you have a house to clean." From the other side of
the mirror Joshua watched as Consuela removed her nightgown then looked at
herself in the mirror.  Her hands moved slowly up to her breasts as her
expression turned quizzical.  The dream was so real, she thought as she
gently touched her nipples to see if they were sore.  Joshua continued to
watch until she was almost finished dressing, then left the observation
room to wait for his employee in the library.

   After a meager breakfast of cold cereal Consuela went to work
re-cleaning and re-washing everything she had cleaned and washed the day
before.  Her employer watched her just as closely as he had the previous
day and appeared standing just a little too close behind her just as often.
Lunch and dinner were the same as the day before and, when all the work was
done and her supper eaten, Consuela stood once again in front of the man
she worked for.  As she stood waiting to hear his evaluation of her work
Consuela noticed what appeared to be a sock with something heavy inside
hanging from his right hand.  With a flick of his wrist Joshua struck out,
catching the maid just below the ribs on her left side.  Clutching the
place where she had been hit, Consuela dropped to her knees, bent over and
sucked air in great pain filled gasps.

   "What...wrong..." were the only words she could get out.

   "Stand up CUNTsuela," was the only answer she got.  She no longer had
any doubt that this man intended his mispronunciation of her name to be an
insult.  It wasn't an accident or ignorance.  Consuela struggled to her
feet while she clasped both hands to her left side.

   "No, I...I was...promised, no, I don't..."

   "What you were promised and what you are getting are two different
things," Joshua informed the panting, terrified woman.

   "No, no, no," Consuela said over and over as she watched the weapon in
Joshua's right hand with fear filled eyes.  She failed to notice an
identical weapon in Joshua's left hand until it struck her on her right
side just below the ribs sending her once again to her knees in pain.

   "Do you really think that I would pay just to have my house cleaned?"
Joshua asked as he stood over the crouching weeping woman.  Consuela
screamed when the blows hit each side of her back right over her kidneys.
Consuela's head spun as she gasped for air.  On the edge of passing out she
felt like she was floating as her employer picked her up and carried her
through the house.  She tried to fight, but found her efforts ineffectual
as Joshua tied her to a bed.  She was left alone to catch her breath, weep,
beg, and struggle against the cuffs and chains that held her to the bed. 
Consuela froze when Joshua re-entered the room.  She quietly, but earnestly
begged in Spanish him not to hurt her.

   "I gave you the opportunity to behave and follow orders, but you chose
to disobey and rebel against my commands.  Now you must be punished so you
will understand what happens to maids who do not do as they are told." With
one pull Joshua ripped the front of Consuela's dress open.

   "Since you refused to take this uniform off when you were ordered to,"
Joshua said as he continued ripping the dress form her body, "its cost will
be deducted from your pay." Joshua had no intention of paying Consuela, but
he did not want her to know that yet.  The beating that followed was
brutal, thorough, and calculated to cause maximum pain with minimum
physical damage.

   Consuela woke up laying naked but unbound on her cot.  Her first
conscious thought was surprise that she was still alive.  She laid very
still listening, she had no idea what time it was or, since her small room
had no windows, even whether it was night or day.  Slowly, ever so slowly
since every part of her body seemed to hurt, Consuela sat up on the edge of
her cot.  Her room was not completely dark, the bulb hanging from the
ceiling was dimmed, but not off.  Determined to escape from the monster who
had beat her Consuela groaned softly as she stood up, she intent on
sneaking from the house and finding a phone she could use to call the
Agency.  Surely a horrible mistake had been made, the people at the Agency
did not know what kind of person this Mr.  Fielding was.  Consuela turned
her aching, naked body towards the two drawer bedside table.  It wasn't
there.  Nor was the rod across the end of the room that she had hung some
of her few clothes on.  There was nothing left in her room but the metal
cot and the bare mattress, not even the sheets or the blanket had been
left. Still resolute, she'd rather be arrested for public nudity than spend
another minute in this house, Consuela turned the nob and tried to push the
door open; it wouldn't move.  The door was held closed so solidly that her
already panicky mind quickly became convinced that she had been sealed into
this windowless room to be left to starve.  Consuela slowly sank down onto
the floor.  She sobbed and held her knees up against her chest as she
rocked back and forth.

   Consuela woke up again some undetermined time later, stiffness from
sleeping on the floor against the wall exacerbated the pain from being
beaten.  She slowly climbed back up onto the bare mattress and wondered how
long she had been locked in the room.  Consuela was in too much pain to
realize that her time locked in the room could not have been very long
since she had not needed to go to the bathroom since she was locked in.

   "Cuntsuela," the voice from the intercom woke up the bruised, naked
female laying on the cot.  She was not aware that she had fallen asleep
until she was awakened.

   "Si...Yes?"

   "The door is unlocked, come to the library." Naked, cold, and barely
able to move, Consuela opened the door and hobbled down the hallway towards
a meeting with her employer.  Consuela's entire body trembled violently as
she stood naked in front of Joshua.

   "Now you know what happens when you disobey.  So, if you get another
beating it will be entirely your own fault." Consuela blushed as the man
looked over her naked body.

   "Come here, Cuntsuela." Consuela trembled even more violently as she
stepped towards the man.  She could see the weapons he had used on her
lying on the floor beside the chair.  Placing a hand on each side of the
naked woman, just above her hip bones, Joshua pulled her closer then leaned
forward and took her right nipple between his lips.  Consuela's nipples had
always, even when she was as young girl, been very sensitive.  Even the
movement of her nightgown or the material of a blouse against them would
cause them to swell and her areoles to crinkle.  When she grew breasts, and
pubic hair, Consuela also seemed to have grown a direct connection from her
super sensitive nipples to her maturing vagina.  As soon as the man's warm
mouth closed on her right nipple Consuela's pussy lips began to swell and
open while her inner walls began to produce copious quantities of
lubricant.

   As he sucked, Joshua slid his hands down onto her hips, then around to
cradle the young woman's tight butt.  He only became aware of her low
moaning when he switched his mouth from her right to her left nipple. 
Consuela felt embarrassed and humiliated by her bodies response; how could
she possibly be reacting this way to the man who had unmercifully beaten
her the night before and who, obviously, intended to rape her.  Joshua
released Consuela's fanny and, moving his hands up along her smooth but
bruised skin, cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them just to the
point of pain while he continued to suck on her left nipple.

   "Kneel," Joshua ordered brusquely as he placed his hands on her hips and
pulled Consuela down onto her knees.

   "Unbuckle my belt," Joshua ordered as he leaned back in the chair and
stretched his legs out; one on each side of the naked woman kneeling in
front of him.  Consuela struggled to control her trembling fingers as she
worked at her employer's belt buckle.  She could not tell if the trembling
was from terror, or excitement.  Her employer's warm wet mouth sucking on
her nipples had left her wet and panting.  She still felt embarrassed and
humiliated, but those feelings could not stop the thrill of having her
nipples sucked.  Growing slowly, almost unacknowledged, in the back of her
mind was the thought that, since it was now inevitable that she would be
fucked by this man, she wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

   "Undo my fly," Consuela did not need to understand English to grasp what
her employer wanted.  Joshua's already hard cock came into view as Consuela
pulled the sipper down.

   "Hold it," Consuela wrapped her right hand around the firm thick shaft
of her employer's cock.  Growing up in the small town in Honduras, Consuela
had occasionally seen drunks urinating against the sides of buildings but
she had never actually seen a cock 'up close and personal', nor had she
ever touched one.  She found the warmth and firmness fascinating.  Her hand
barely reached around the column of flesh.  She could feel it throbbing
against her palm and fingers.

   "Move your hand up and down," Joshua instructed as he grasped her wrist
and demonstrated what he expected her to do.  Consuela was amazed by the
way the skin moved over the hard shaft of her employer's cock.

   "Kiss it." Consuela was both repelled and excited by the command as she
leaned forward and gently kissed the underside of her employer's cock right
where the helmet shaped head attached to the shaft.  Even though she knew
what was coming next, Consuela's stomach clenched with disgust when she
heard her employer's command to take his hard cock into her mouth.  Spurred
by the fear of another beating and, although she was not ready to admit it,
a growing fascination for the perverse, Consuela opened her jaw and lowered
her mouth over the head that extended a couple of inches above her hand
still wrapped around the shaft.

   "Move your tongue all over it," Joshua instructed as he leaned forward
and, using both hands, began twisting and tugging on Consuela's long thick
nipples.  Her moan vibrated against his cock head as Joshua twisted and
pinched harder.  Consuela could feel the natural lubricant flowing down her
vaginal walls and out onto her upper thighs.  She felt humiliated by her
own desire to feel this hard cock entering her body.

   "Move your hand down to the base," Joshua released her nipples and
leaned back in his chair again, "take as much in your mouth as you can,"
taking a double handful of Consuela's long luxuriant hair, Joshua
demonstrated how he wanted her to move her mouth on his shaft.

   "Swallow it when I cum." Joshua issued his last command then relaxed
back into his chair to enjoy Consuela's first cock sucking.  She gagged
when his cum first hit the back of his throat, but she recovered and began
to swallow the thick viscous fluid as quickly as she could manage.

   "You have a house to clean," Joshua announced as soon as his softening
cock had slipped from Consuela's lips.  Because she was naked, and because
Joshua decided to stay in each room watching her work instead of just
looking in om her occasionally, Consuela became hyper-aware of her body. 
She blushed every time she noticed her employer watching her breasts sway
and bounce as she vacuumed the floors or polished the table tops.  The
house was warm and her body was soon covered with sweat.  As she worked
Consuela could smell herself, this was the second day of working since the
last time she had bathed.  The smell of her sweating body, plus the
occasional whiff of her overstimulated pussy, was a constant source of
embarrassment and humiliation.

   Every hour or so Joshua would order Consuela to stop working.  He would
suck her nipples, then have her kneel and suck his cock again.  Every time
this happened her oh so easily simulated pussy would produce more lubricant
to flow onto her inner thighs and make the smell of her crotch more
intense. Consuela was mortified by the smell of here body every time Joshua
called for her to suck him.  She was mystified when she realized that, as
the odor of her sweat and cunt fluid increased so did the fervency of her
employer's nipple sucking.

   During the third, or fourth, break (Consuela had already lost track of
how many times he had sucked on her nipples and she had sucked on his cock)
Joshua pushed his hand between her legs, for the first time that she could
remember, and teased her pussy with his fingers while he sucked on her
nipples.  Her swollen clitoris was even more sensitive than her nipples. 
Consuela's hips began making fucking motions as soon as his fingers stroked
her hard nub of flesh.  Consuela had become obsessed with being fucked by
this cock and, when she spread her legs to allow him easier access, her
heart raced with anticipation and fear of her first time.  Her
disappointment when he pulled her down onto her knees and barked "Suck it."
heightened her feeling of humiliation.  How could she be so eager to have
the man who had beaten her so savagely fuck her?

   As the day wore on Consuela could not remember a time while she worked
that she could not taste him in her mouth.  She continued her chores with
nothing to cover her nakedness and nothing to eat that did not come from
his cock.

   "Please, sir," Consuela said, still on her knees after having just
finished sucking his cock again.  It terrified her to speak to her
employer, but she could not put it off any longer.

   "Yes?"

   "I...  I must..." Consuela struggled with the right words.

   "Out with it Cuntsuela."

   "Ban...  ah...  bath..."

   "You need to pee?" Joshua asked indicating her crotch with the toe of
his shoe.

   "Si...  yes sir," Consuela answered looking down at the floor, her face
turning bright red.  Joshua stood up then pulled Consuela to her feet. 
Tears began to flow from her eyes; since she was not being pulled in the
direction of the bathroom, Consuela could only assume that she was going to
receive another beating.  Joshua pulled her into the kitchen then, after
positioning her at the center of the room, placed an empty coffee can at
her feet then pulled a chair over, sat down facing her and waited.  She had
no trouble understanding what her employer wanted; she was to squat and
relieve herself into the can while he watched.  For Consuela this was more
difficult, more humiliating than sucking on his cock and swallowing his
discharge.  Only the memory of the brutal beating he had given her the
night before was sufficient to motivate her to do what her employer wanted.
Consuela, feeling like her entire body was on fire with humiliation, slowly
lowered herself over the coffee can.

   "Spread your legs," Joshua directed reaching out with both hands and
pushing her knees apart.

   "Use your fingers," he told Consuela using his own fingers to
demonstrate in the air what he wanted, "and hold yourself open so I can get
a good view of you pissing." As Consuela reached down between her wide
spread legs to open herself the way her employer wanted, a wave of
confusion momentarily washed away her humiliation.  Consuela could not
think of anything more degrading than to hold herself on display so a man
could watch the hot urine coming from her body but her pussy was so wet she
was afraid it would drip.  Her inner thighs were sticky with a mixture of
vaginal secretions and sweat.  Squatting, with her legs spread wide,
Consuela could almost feel the waves of odor wafting up from her crotch. 
Just the touch of her own fingers pulling her cunt lips open made her body
throb with a need that was almost painful in its intensity.  Once she was
in position Consuela discovered that she just could not relax enough to let
the urine flow from her body while her employer was watching.  As Joshua's
irritation grew, Consuela made an effort to relax and, finally a strong
stream of pee erupted form her body and splashed into the waiting coffee
can.  The sound of her piss hitting the can sounding like thunder to
Consuela.  When she was done Joshua handed Consuela a paper napkin from the
table then watched as the blushing young woman dried herself then dropped
the napkin into the can.

   "Bring the can," Joshua ordered as he stood up and walked from the room.
Carrying her coffee can of piss, Consuela hurried after her employer. 
Joshua led her through his bedroom to the master bath, where he allowed her
to empty the can into the toilet then rinse out the can.

   "On your knees, Cuntsuela," Joshua demanded as he pushed the young woman
down to kneel beside the toilet.  Consuela's left leg and part of her belly
rested against the ice cold porcelain.  She found herself looking past the
toilet at her own reflection in the mirrored wall about three feet away. 
Joshua unzipped his fly and, pulling out his cock, began to piss with the
stream arching only a couple of inches in front of Consuela's face.  She
could feel the fine drops of stray urine landing on her face, and the
splash from the toilet landing on her breast.  Looking at her reflection,
Consuela realized that she was still wearing the gold chain with the small
gold crucifix hanging right above her cleavage.  She had been wearing this,
her only piece of gold jewelry so long she had not even been aware that it
was still around her neck.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.  What, she
wondered, could she possibly tell a priest about these things?  If she ever
saw the inside of a confessional again, that is.  Consuela's hair was
matted to her head with sweat.  As his stream tapered to a halt, Joshua
slipped his left hand into her hair at the back of her head and held her
while he turned his dripping cock to her mouth.

   "Clean it." How foolish she had been to believe that having to let a man
watch her pee was the most degrading thing that could be done to her. 
Consuela struggled to control her stomach as she took the proffered penis
into her mouth and cleaned the last few drops of urine from the slit.

   Consuela felt not just dirty but soiled, like a public toilet that
hadn't been cleaned, as she went back to work.  Joshua continued to move
from room to room watching her work naked.  Now that she had been reminded
of it Consuelo was acutely aware of the gold crucifix swaying and bouncing
against the tops of her naked breasts as she worked.  She remembered when
her parents had given it to her, having spent way too much money for their
oldest daughter's first communion gift.  Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks
as she thought about the innocent young virgin she would never again be.

   They moved to the kitchen where Consuela prepared the buckets, stiff
bristled brush, and chamois to clean the floor on her hands and knees. 
Joshua prepared a cup of coffee for himself then sat at the kitchen table
to watch her work.  Consuela worked facing her employer she felt less shame
having him watching her bouncing and swaying breasts than she would have if
he were looking at her overly wet pussy.  Consuelo scrubbed each section of
the floor with the brush and soapy water from the first bucket, then she
dried and polished the floor with the chamois, squeezing the excess water
into a second bucket.

   "Crawl over here," Joshua ordered when she was about half way finished
with the floor.

   "I said crawl," Joshua said sternly when Consuela started to stand up.
Consuela crawled over to her employer on her hands and knees.  He turned
her, then reached down and forced two fingers into her cunt.

   "You're such a hot little slut," he said as he pushed the fingers deeper
into her, "you'd have ended up a whore fucking drunks if I hadn't paid to
have you brought into this country." Consuela moaned as she pushed herself
back onto her employer's fingers.  There was a lot of truth in what he
said; she would have ended up marrying someone she didn't love, or working
the streets if she hadn't gone with the woman from International Domestics
Agency.  Joshua pulled his fingers from Consuela's pussy then she felt him
gently run the tip of one of his lubricated fingers around the crinkled
opening of her ass.  She gasped as the tip of his finger slipped inside her
ass.  Was there no part of her body that he would not violate?  Was there
no part of her body that would not make her cunt ooze obscenely when he
touched it?  Her employer pushed his finger in a little deeper then pulled
it out and wiped his hand on her sweat soaked hair.

   "Suck me." Consuelo repositioned herself between her employer's legs,
undid his fly, and sucked his hardening cock into her mouth again.

   "Deeper," he ordered, pushing her mouth down on his cock with a hand on
the back of her head, "you've got to learn to take my whole cock."
Consuela's stomach heaved, but she tried again and again.  The fourth time
his cock slipped into her throat and he pushed her head down until her nose
ground into his rough pubic hair.  Standing part way up, with bended knees,
Joshua held her head with both hands and fucked his cock deep into her
throat.  Consuela held onto her employer's thighs with both arms as her
fucked forcefully into her face.  She didn't taste his cum this time, but
felt his cock pulsing in her mouth and throat as he pumped it into her
esophagus.

   "Keep your ass towards me," Joshua ordered as Consuela crawled back over
to the buckets with drool hanging from her chin.  As she finished scrubbing
the floor it felt like her pussy was burning from his eyes on it.  How
could her cunt continue to be so wet and open even after this abuse, even
after he had treated her like a toilet?  Consuela worked throughout the
rest of the day cleaning the house she had already cleaned twice before. 
Her only breaks from work were to have her mouth and throat fucked by her
employer.  By the time she was done Consuela had never felt so tired, dirty
and used in her life.  Joshua walked Consuela back to his bedroom, to the
same bed he had tied her to for the beating the night before.  She stood
and watched as her employer removed his clothes then lay on his back on the
bed.

   "Come here." Consuela walked over to the edge of the bed.  Joshua patted
a place on the bed beside him so she climbed onto the bed and sat where he
had indicated.

   "Make me hard." Consuela grasped her employer's cock and began to move
her hand up and down like he had instructed her to that morning.  Was it
only this morning?  It seemed so much longer ago than that.  She felt so
much dirtier than one should be able to get in just one day.  How, she
wondered, could a person feel as used as she did and still be a virgin? 
She leaned over and took the head in her mouth while she stroked the shaft
with her hand.  Joshua pinched and twisted the nipple nearest to him as she
worked on his cock.  She had no idea how many times his dick had been in
her mouth during the day, but it slowly hardened once again as she pumped
it with her hand and sucked it with her mouth.

   "Now, get on top of me." Consuelo released her employer's hard cock and
clumsily positioned herself over him with one knee on each side of his
hips. When she looked down she could see that the head of his cock was less
than an inch from her pouting, wet, swollen pussy lips.

   "Reach between your legs," Joshua instructed, lying watching her with
his hands under his head, "hold my cock with one hand, and hold yourself
open with the other, then lower yourself onto me." Somehow it seemed unfair
to Consuela that she would have to do all the work when she was losing her
virginity.  Consuela settled slowly onto her employer's hard cock, savoring
the feel of her pussy being stretched open.  Joshua pulled his hands out
from under his head, grasped her waist, then pulled her down completing the
penetration in one swift move.

   "I don't have all night," he said, "now start fucking." Consuela began
to move, still fascinated by the feeling of fullness her employer's hard
cock caused inside her.  The first slap stung her right cheek, the second
stung her left.

   "I said fuck you stupid cunt," Joshua yelled then slapped each of her
breasts, hard, "this is part of you job, work just as hard at fucking me as
you do at scrubbing the kitchen floor." Consuela leaned forward and began
to pump her cunt up and down on the hard cock.

   "Work at it," Joshua yelled again as he slapped her face and her
breasts, "work at it, fuck me hard." No matter how hard Consuela worked at
fucking her employer her never seemed to be satisfied.  The abuse of her
face and breasts continued as he shouted instructions for her to work
harder, to fuck harder.  Consuela was on her hands and knees, her wet hair
hanging in strings around her face, a fresh coat of sweat covering her body
as she pounded her cunt up and down on his cock until he grabbed her waist
and held her fully impaled on his dick while he pumped cum into her body.
As soon as he was done, he pushed her off, not just off his body but off
his bed.  A minute later he got up and led her back to her room.  She
wanted to beg him for a bath, but she dared not speak.  She could hardly
stand the smell of herself as she sat on the edge of her cot and stared at
the bare white wall a couple of feet away.

   As she heard the lock sliding into place Consuela new that she was being
'put away' like a toy or like a tool, to be ignored until he desired her
again.

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