OBJECT OF AFFECTION part 4 of 8

{ASS} Object of Affection 4 {Belany} (blackmail humil n/c MmmF tort oral)

By Belany


CHAPTER 10

She was right on the edge of orgasm, and had been for some time. She sat naked and groaning between two equally naked boys on the sofa, with her trembling legs spread wide apart and Joey's finger moving slowly against her clitoris. She held a stiff penis in each hand, shakily masturbating both boys at once. The TV flickered in front of her, showing yet one more smiling girl receiving a flood of semen all over her face.

"God - look at that!" said Joey, staring at the screen. "Didja ever see so much cum in all your life, buddy? That bitch's got it all over her mouth and all over her face and all over her eyes!" His finger worked almost unthinkingly inside the naked woman beside him on the sofa.

"Uhhhhhh!..." she groaned, jerking her hips upwards as he stopped yet again with her right on the verge of climaxing. Her hands clamped reflexively around each boy's penis.

"Oh shit," said Albie, "I love it when she does that!" He bucked his hips slowly up and down on the sofa and looked across at Joey. "Make her do it again, pal. Make her do it and do it and do it!"

"Yeah," said Joey happily, "it feels good, doesn't it? And I'm gonna keep her waiting a while yet." He leaned around and looked into her face as his finger teased near her clitoris, keeping her right at the edge but not letting her go over. "Just like she kept me waiting while she had her nice long shower. Didn't you, Mrs Schoolteacher Bitch?"

Oh you little bastard, she thought, trembling - how long did I... oh God!... keep you waiting? A few minutes maybe? Then she shivered and groaned aloud as his finger took her back to the edge yet again. You've... you've had me like this for... more than half an HOUR! Oh God - you BASTARD!

"Oooooh yeah," grunted Albie as her fingers again clutched convulsively around his swollen organ. "She did it again! Love it!" He bucked his hips up and down a few times, then looked across at her and frowned. "Hey," he said roughly, "how come you just stopped pumping my dick? Get with it, Mrs Jones, or I might tie you over that chair and paddle you after all."

She groaned and began moving her hands again, up and down the shafts of both their penises. Oh God, she thought despairingly as she tried to shut off the throbbing need between her legs, how long are you going to keep me like THIS...?

The TV screen flickered endlessly in front of them. The latest in a succession of willing girls was receiving the ejaculations from a dozen male organs, until her face was a mask of white. "God," said Albie, "look at that one. Bukkake plus! Her fucking eyes are glued shut." He leaned closer to the screen, peering. "She's even got it in her hair. God - what a slut!"

Joey sighed. "Yeah," he said contentedly, "but this bitch sitting between us is even sluttier." He moved his finger inside her vagina. "Aren't you, Mrs Jones?"

She convulsed again. I won't beg, she thought hopelessly, trembling all over. I will not... will not... will NOTTTTTT...! "Oh God, Joey, please!" she burst out suddenly. "Please, for God's sake, please don't keep me like this... ohhhhhh!... any longer! For God's sake, please let me come! PLEASE!..."

"Nuh, uh," said Joey softly, as his finger kept teasing delicately around her throbbing clitoris. "We don't want you to come until we do, Mrs Jones." He touched her ever so lightly, making her shudder all over. "But if you really want to, you can just forget about us and come first. Then as a payback we'll finish that ass paddling you were enjoying so much. Would you like that?"

Oh, you little bastard, she thought despairingly as she stared into his hard young face. Any damned excuse to... to hurt me. Oh God...! "Ohhhhhh...!" she gasped aloud, straining her hips up towards his hand as the orgasm eluded her.

"Oh fuck!" Albie burst out suddenly. "I'm gonna come any second. Oh fuck...! Oh shit...!"

"No!" said Joey sharply. "Let go of him, Mrs Jones! Take your hand off his dick. Don't let him come!"

"Oh for fuck's sake." Albie's voice was almost a whine. "How long before we get to come? All this stop-start is just about driving me crazy!"

"Like I told you before, buddy - let her keep taking you right to the edge and then make her stop. Just like I've been doing with her." Joey grinned at him. "I know - it feels like it's driving you nuts, doesn't it? But if you let her keep doing that for about the next half hour, you'll build up a load of cum like you won't believe. And then we'll be able to hose her real good - just like those guys in the video." His hand reached down again towards the trembling woman beside him.

"Oh God - please!" she wailed, shivering all over from frustration. "Please, Joey - please, please, please, please, PLEASE..."

Albie's breathing was beginning to slow. He leaned over, trembling, and stared down at her swollen clitoris. "Gimme a turn with her," he panted, grabbing for her groin. "She's been driving me crazy - lemme return the favor for a while."

"Well, OK..." Joey sounded doubtful. "But be careful. She's real, real close to the edge and we don't want... Oh SHIT - there she goes!"

"Oh Godddddd!" she shrieked, grabbing frantically at Albie's hand and ramming her crotch hard up against it as he belatedly tried to snatch it away. "Comiiiiiinnnng...! Oh GODDDDDD!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... Ahhhhhh!... AAAAAAHHHHHH!..." And her body thrashed around on the sofa in the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.

As the intense feelings started to fade she slowly became aware of Albie's voice. "God," he was saying in awe, "that would have to be the mother of all comes. Did you see her? She went red and white all over!"

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, slumping back down onto the sofa, still trembling all over. "Oh God... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh Godddddd...!"

"Yeah," said Joey with satisfaction. "Like I told you - that's what happens when you drag it out for a while." Then he frowned. "But it shouldn'tve happened just yet." He reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair, twisting her around to face him. "I already told you, Mrs Schoolteacher Bitch: we didn't want you to come before we did."

She blinked dazedly at him as her breathing finally began to slow. Well, she thought through her trembling and her exhaustion, just this once I managed to beat you, didn't I, you smart little bastard? I came when you didn't want me to. And whatever you do to me now isn't going to change that.

Joey sat looking at her, his fingers still clamped in her hair. "Think you're real smart, huh, Mrs Bitch? Let's see how smart you feel in the middle of a good hot ass paddling."

"Hey, come on, buddy," said Albie impatiently, "let's stop fucking around and get on with the action. You can paddle her as much as you want after we come."

Joey stared at her for a while longer. Finally he released her. "OK," he said reluctantly, "but you're not gonna wriggle out of it this time, bitch. You came before we did and that means an ass paddling for sure. Now sit up and start jerking us off again."

* * * * *

"Oh God!" gasped Albie as her trembling fist worked slowly up and down his erection. "I can't... ohhhhhh! ...take much more of this. My balls feel like they're gonna bust! For God's sake, buddy, let's just do it!"

"Yeah," panted Joey. "I gotta admit... uhhhhhh! ...I've just about had enough myself. Oh fuck - she sure knows how to... ohhhhhh! ... how to work a guy's dick." He pushed her hand away from his penis and struggled shakily to his feet. "C'mon, Mrs Jones... get down on your... on your knees in front of us. It's time for your cum shower."

The TV was still flickering behind her as she floundered down onto her knees in front of the sofa. God, she thought in exhausted despair, the girls in those videos - their lives must be absolute heaven compared with what I'm going through. Is this hell ever going to end? She started slowly massaging her tired forearms and flexing her aching fingers. Oh God!

"Hey, Albie." Joey's voice came from above her head. "Up on your feet, buddy. C'mon - you can do it. Stick your dick in front of her face and start jerking yourself off. Let's see if we can synchronize our cums."

"Oh God," groaned Albie, "I can hardly stand up. This is gonna be even worse than that knee trembler in the elevator."

"It's OK," panted Joey, pumping at his swollen organ. "If you get tired you can just... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... sit back down on the sofa again. It's... uhhhhhh!... right behind you. Oh God...! Ohhhhhh!..."

She knelt there in front of them, still trembling, and tensed herself for what was about to happen. "Oh Godddddd," Albie gasped, his fist sliding up and down his erection, "I'm fucking commmmiiiing!..."

"Me too!" howled Joey. "Oh God... we did it... in sync!... Oh fuuuuuuckkkkkk!!..."

She just had time to close her eyes as the first rope of cum leapt across towards her face, and she flinched as she felt it splatter against her forehead. Then the next one hit home, and the next and the next and the next, while both boys howled and moaned above her head as they continued to coat her face with semen. "Oh God!" Albie panted. "Look at it all! Where's it all... fucking coming from? Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

And then finally it was over. "Oh shiiitttttt..." She heard Joey's exhausted moan, followed by the sound of his body collapsing down onto the sofa. "Ohhhhhh fuck..."

"Yeahhh..." The sofa protested again as another young body fell back heavily onto it. "Oh God," groaned Albie, "what a come. What a fucking come..." His hoarse panting slowly began to die away. "God, buddy," he gasped, "you sure knew... what you were talking about. I never... I never squirted so much cum in my whole life. And it wouldn't be even... even two hours since I last fucked her."

"That's right, pal..." panted Joey. "S'the best way... to build up a giant load... Ohhhhhh God..."

She gritted her teeth as she knelt trembling in front of them, her eyes glued shut by the thick layer of teenage semen. As the warm horrible mess began to trickle slowly down her face, she reached up blindly to wipe it off her eyelids. "Don't... don't you touch that, Mrs Jones!" Albie was still breathless, but the authority in his voice was unmistakable. "You just leave all our cum right where it is."

"Oh God, Albert," she whimpered. "I can't even... I can't even see." She could taste both boys' semen on her mouth as she spoke.

Joey was still breathing heavily as well. "You don't need to see... for what you're gonna do next, Mrs Jones. Just feel your way over here and lick our dicks clean."

"Yeah," said Albie wearily, "lick 'em real clean. But don't you mess up that nice layer of cum on your face. Stick your tongue way out and lick us long distance."

"Oh God." She felt her way tremblingly up Albie's bare legs and groped sightlessly for his softening organ. Then she stretched her tongue so far out that it ached, and began slowly licking at the sticky head of his penis. Somehow doing it blinded made it all seem so much worse, and she shuddered.

"C'mon, Mrs Jones," said Joey tiredly. "Hurry it up. I got a dick too, you know."

Finally they were both satisfied. She backed away from them, still sightless, and struggled back up onto her knees again. God, she thought hopelessly, trembling in front of them, what are you little perverts going to want next?

"Well, buddy." Joey was finally getting his breathing under control. "You still planning to keep fucking her till morning?"

"That was the plan, pal." Albie sounded worn out. "But I haven't got a lot left after that hosing. And that's the fucking truth."

"No problem, kid. All you need is some stimulation. Mrs Jones..."

Her heart sank. Oh God, what next? She could feel herself swaying with exhaustion. It must be at least 4 a.m. by now. Don't you little monsters ever need to sleep, for God's sake?

Joey was still speaking. "Mrs Jones, put on a show for us. Stick your finger up your cunt and start playing with yourself. And make it look good. We need some encouragement to get hard again."

Her shoulders slumped in despair as she reached slowly and unwillingly down between her legs. Aren't the rapes enough? And squirting your stuff all over my face, for God's sake, until I feel like throwing up?  She shuddered as she blindly forced one finger up inside herself and began reluctantly doing what she was told.

"Come on, Mrs Jones." Albie sounded both weary and impatient at the same time. "Get with it. Make it look convincing, or we'll trade it for that ass paddling Joey's been promising you."

"Oh God!" She bit her lip as she began thrusting her finger in and out, struggling to increase the tempo. One eyelid suddenly came unglued and she blinked down at herself. She shuddered again as she watched her finger pumping in and out between her labia.

"Yeah," mumbled Joey. "Do a good job, Mrs Jones, or we'll double the number of swats you're due for."

She let out a small sob and redoubled her efforts. "Please," she whimpered after a short while, "I'm doing my best, I..." Then her single open eye suddenly focused on the two naked boys in front of her. They were both slumped down on the sofa - fast asleep.

She stopped, trembling with exhaustion, and knelt there and just looked at them. They both slept on. "Oh God," she whispered, "you make me humiliate myself, and you don't even stay awake to watch it." Then her legs slowly gave way, and she sank down onto the carpet as sleep overwhelmed her as well.

* * * * *

"Ohhhh!..." She was slowly becoming aware of a delicious feeling between her legs. "Oh Rob," she moaned sleepily, "that feels so... Oh, darling...!"

"It ain't your old man, Mrs Jones." The young voice was insidiously familiar, and her eyes jerked open in shock. "Oh God," she gasped - "J...Joey!"

"Yep." He abruptly withdrew his finger. "It's wakey wakey time. Get up and get that old ass of yours into the kitchen. I'm hungry."

She lay there blinking sullenly up at him, her blissful feeling suddenly in ruins. Old ass, is it, she thought savagely. I'm twenty eight, for God's sake, you twisted little bastard. And my husband thinks I'm young and beautiful and sexy and... And then suddenly she remembered their bitter parting quarrel, and her hopeless tears started again.

"Aw, for fuck's sake, Mrs Jones." Joey sounded disgusted. "Will you stop blubbering every time I tell you to do something? I haven't even paddled your ass yet. Now get your tail into gear and start making me some supper. I already told you - I'm hungry."

She blinked back her tears. As she struggled exhaustedly to her feet she looked at her watch. Five thirty a.m. God, she thought bitterly. Never mind a late supper - it's late enough for an early breakfast.

"And make some for Albie as well, Mrs Jones." Joey's voice followed her into the kitchen. "I'm gonna wake him up for some more action."

She didn't reply. I'm tired, she thought hopelessly, as she slowly fumbled the frozen packages into the microwave. So tired. So damn tired. She choked back an exhausted sob and set the controls. And all you little bastards want is more sex... She could feel all their dried semen still clinging to her face.

"Wake up, Albie." She could hear Joey's impatient voice carrying from the living room. "You said we were gonna fuck her all night. And it's damn near daylight. Come on - wake up!"

She heard Albie mumble something sleepy and unintelligible in reply. "What?" said Joey. "Get hard again? Buddy, when you see the stuff I'm gonna do to her, getting hard again'll be no problem, I promise you. Now sit up!"

She felt herself going cold all over. Oh God, she thought in horrified despair, how much more of this can I take? She found herself looking wildly around the kitchen, as if searching for some way of escape. And then Joey was back.

"Mrs Jones..." His voice was soft and insinuating as he pressed his naked young body up against hers from behind. She flinched despairingly away from him. "You remember something, Mrs Jones?" One of his hands was around her breast, holding her against him, and the other was slowly massaging her cringing buttocks. "We got a date, you and me. For a sweet little ass paddling. You looking forward to it?"

"Oh God, Joey!" She could feel herself trembling all over. "Please, Joey, it wasn't my fault. It... it was Albert. He made me come too soon. Please, Joey - for God's sake!"

"Hey, buddy." Joey raised his voice to carry into the next room. "She says it was all your fault. She says you oughta get the ass paddling instead of her."

"What?" Albie didn't sound sleepy now. A few seconds later his angry face was looking around the door. "What did you say, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God," she babbled, staring at him in horror, "I didn't say that - I swear I didn't! I just said... I said it wasn't... I said... Oh God...!"

Joey moved away as Albie walked quietly forward and grabbed her under the jaw. As she stared horrified into his eyes she could feel the dried semen on her face rasping against his fingers. "You know something, Mrs Jones?" he said softly. "Up to now I wasn't real convinced about that ass paddling. I was even thinking about letting you off. But you just changed my mind for me."

"Oh God, Albert, I'm sorry! I didn't mean... All... all I meant was..."

"Where do you want her, kid?" Albie directed his question to Joey, even as he kept gripping her under the jaw and staring hard into her eyes.

"Bring her out to the coffee table, buddy. That long one near the sofa." Joey was already heading back towards the living room. "You got some rope?"

The microwave beeped behind them as Albie led her out of the kitchen. "Your... your supper," she said despairingly, looking back over her shoulder. "I'll fix it for you..."

Albie ignored her. "Rope?" he repeated, looking across at Joey. "Waddaya think this is, kid - a hardware store or something?"

"It's OK." Joey ran over to his bag. "I got some stuff in here."

She looked fearfully over towards him. I'll bet you have, you little monster, she thought hopelessly. I'll bet you're a regular little walking torture chamber.

"Lay her on her back along the coffee table, buddy." Joey was rummaging through his bag as he spoke. "With her feet on the floor."

Albie had her in position by the time Joey got back. She lay there looking up at them and trembling, with the coffee table hard against her back. Then she flinched as Joey threw some lengths of rope down onto her bare stomach. "Put your arms down by your sides, Mrs Jones. We're gonna tie these ropes on your wrists. Just in case you get too excited when we paddle you."

Then they both bent down and worked on her. "Yeah - that's it," said Joey with satisfaction. "And now we gotta slide her back a little bit so we can tie her wrists to the tops of the table legs. Yeah - just like that."

Albie straightened up and stepped back. "How are we gonna paddle her ass if she's lying on her back?"

"I'm not finished yet, pal." Joey looked at him and grinned. "The next bit's the fun bit." He stepped forward and bent down again. "Grab her other ankle, willya? Now, lift!"

"Uhhhh!" she groaned as they pulled her ankles slowly back over her head. "Oh God, Albert, Joey - please!" she gasped. "I can't... I can't bend that much!"

"Course you can, Mrs Jones." Joey sounded scornful. "You're not that old." He slowly pressed her knees down against the table each side of her head, making her groan even louder. "OK, buddy - now tie her ankles to the tops of the table legs up this end. That's it!"

"Oh God - please," she gurgled. Her chin was forced hard against her chest, and her taut bare buttocks trembled above her. "Can't take it... Oh God!"

Joey patted her buttocks, making her jerk against the ropes. "You'll get used to it, Mrs Jones. You'll hardly feel it after the first half hour."

"Gotta hand it to you, kid." Albie's voice was full of admiration. "That's a great pose for paddling, with her ass stuck right up in the air like that. Look how tight her butt is." He reached out and fondled her buttocks himself, making her jerk and gasp again. "You want the paddles now?"

"Nah." Joey sounded thoughtful. "I was thinking of something else. You got more than one of those big plastic rulers?"

"Yeah, I got two or three. But wouldn't the paddles be better?"

Joey chuckled. It wasn't a very nice chuckle. "I think the rulers'll do just fine, buddy. Why don't you go get them? And I'll go reheat our supper. All this hard work's starting to make me real hungry."

She was trembling all over by the time both boys got back. "Please," she begged desperately, straining futilely against the ropes, "not like this. Oh God, please, not like this. I'll... I'll do anything for you if you untie me, I swear I will. I'll suck both your dicks and I'll bend over the chair whenever you want to paddle me and I'll do everything you want and I'll... OWWWWWW!... Aieeeeee!..."

Joey's first slash had cut painfully across her left buttock. "Why don't you save your breath, Mrs Jones?" he said loudly, above her wailing. "You're gonna need it for lots of yelling."

"Gimme some of that hot pizza, buddy." Albie pulled up an armchair on the other side of the table. "Then if you settle yourself on the sofa we can swat her from both sides while we eat."

"That was the whole idea, pal." Joey put the plate of pizza down on the table between her tied arms, just behind her bare trembling back. "Help yourself. There's plenty more in the kitchen." He raised his ruler again. "Doesn't she make a great table decoration for a late night supper?"

"Oh God, please!" she gasped. "I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging youuuuuu..."

"On the count of three, buddy," said Joey through a mouthful of pizza. "And then just keep paddling, as long as you want." He lifted his ruler even higher. "One...... two...... three!"

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" she screamed as both rulers slashed down hard across her taut buttocks. Then her mouth gaped open in an endless scream of pain as they both kept hitting and hitting and hitting her as hard as they could. "Oh God, NOOOOOO!" she wailed. "Arrrrgggghhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!..."

They hit her in unison. Then they took turns, hitting her alternately. They did solo drum rolls on her buttocks and sang out of tune while they did it. And all the while she jerked and shrieked and tugged at the ropes, howling and wailing and begging them to stop.

Finally they both lowered their rulers, leaving her sobbing and shuddering and moaning between them. Albie reached out calmly for another slice of pizza. "Ass paddling sure works up an appetite, doesn't it?" he said as he bit down into it.

"Yeah," said Joey happily, with his mouth full. "And it makes you hard, too."

Albie glanced down at his own groin. "Well, waddaya know. So it does." He looked at the weeping woman tied to the table between them. "But it's gonna be kinda tough to fuck her in that position."

"Still plenty of time for that." Joey stood up and stretched, then walked slowly around to the end of the coffee table. "Come round here, buddy. See the way that bald cunt of hers peeks out between her legs? Doesn't it look cute?" He stared down between her spread legs at her flushed and tear-streaked face. "And you know something? This ruler's good for more than just ass paddling. Lemme show you." And he slowly and deliberately bent it back in a bow, holding one end poised right above her exposed vagina.

"Oh NO!" she shrieked in sheer horror. "Don't hit me there! Please not there, for God's sake! Oh God - not THERE!..."

Joey let go of the end of the ruler. It whipped down and slashed hard into her open labia. "OWWWWWW!" she screamed, convulsing on the table. "Oh GOD! Owwwwwww! Ahhhhhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"You see, pal?" Joey shouted above the noise. "You can't do that with one of those big paddles, can you?" He raised the ruler again.

"Joey oh God please don't do it don't do it don't do it I'll do anything I swear it anything anything anything all day and all night anything you want I... AHHHHGGGGGHHHH!... OWWWWWW!... Oh GODDDDDD!..."

"Listen, kid." Albie stepped forward and grabbed Joey by the wrist. "We can't fuck her if you mess up her cunt. Lay off, willya?"

"Hey, no problem, buddy." Joey tried to sound soothing. "It's not gonna do any permanent damage. No worse than paddling her ass. And you'd enjoy fucking her when she's got a sore cunt. She'd moan and wiggle real nice while you were pumping it into her."

"Oh God, Albert, Joey," she wept desperately. "I swear I'll do anything - ANYTHING! Oh God, it'll kill me if you keep doing that. Oh God - please, please, PLEASE!..."

There was a tense pause. Albie and Joey stood looking at each other while she shuddered and sobbed below them, darting her eyes fearfully up at each boy in turn. "OK, Mrs Jones," Albie said finally. He released Joey's wrist and looked down at her. "If he stops and unties you, you gotta do anything he wants. Anything else, that is."

"Oh thank you, Albert! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh God, Albert, you're so wonderful! I swear I'll do anything you want too. I'll do everything you both want, I swear it, I..."

"Shut up, Mrs Jones." Joey was already bending down and untying her ankles. "You're starting to bore me. All I can say is, you sure as hell better do what I want without arguing." He glanced briefly at Albie. "I think some people go too damn easy on you. It just encourages you to say no next time."

"Ohhhhhh God," she gasped as her ankles finally came free. She gripped the sides of the coffee table with her tied hands, and slowly and tremblingly swung her legs back over her head and lowered her feet to the floor. She winced as her punished buttocks came in contact with the table. "Oh God - my bottom! My... my..." She gingerly squeezed her thighs together around her throbbing genitals. "Oh GOD...!"

Joey started undoing her wrist ropes, untying them from the table legs. He talked as he worked. "We still need a table ornament, Mrs Jones, and you're it. Only this time you're gonna hold yourself in position without any ropes. With your cunt facing up in the air. And I'm gonna stick a nice big candle in it and light it." He looked up and smiled at her as the last rope came free from the table. "Oughta be fun when the hot wax starts running down onto your cunt lips."

"What!" She snatched her hands away from him and stared at him in horror, the ropes still dangling from her wrists. His grinning face seemed to blur in front of her. And then she felt it - all her pain and fear and despair turning into a slowly rising ungovernable rage. "You want me to do WHAT?" she shrieked, trembling uncontrollably. "You... you little monster! My God - I don't have to take this any more! I don't have to take this for ONE MORE MINUTE!" She leapt up off the coffee table and rushed across to the door of the apartment, the ropes trailing wildly from her wrists. "Somebody help me!" she screamed, pounding desperately on the locked door. "I've been kidnapped, I've been raped, I've been tortured! Oh God - somebody HELP MEEEEEE!"

And then both boys were on her, wrestling frantically with her and dragging her to the floor. "Grab her arms," panted Albie. "Get 'em round behind her back. And hurry it up!"

"Help me!" she kept screaming as they forced her face down onto the carpet and wrestled her arms behind her. "Call 911! Call the police! Give them this address! Oh God - help me!"

"Tie her arms together," gasped Albie. "No - not her wrists. Here - like this!" And he wrenched each hand against her other elbow and started lashing her forearms together behind her back.

"You think anybody heard her?" Joey was struggling to keep her arms in place. "Could be trouble, pal."

"Nah," panted Albie. "The soundproofing's pretty damn good. If someone was going past they might've heard some real quiet banging on the door, but that's about all. And nobody gets up early on Sundays round here." He finished lashing her forearms together behind her back, and then sat down hard on her naked buttocks, still panting. "There - that oughta hold her."

"Owwwwww!" she wailed as his weight slammed onto her sore bottom. "Oh God - somebody help me!"

Joey climbed shakily off her, then stood looking down at both of them, still breathing heavily. He shook his head, his young face grim. "What've I just been telling you, Albie? You've been going too fucking easy on her. And now look what she's gone and done!"

Albie's breathing finally slowed. He got to his feet and stepped away from her. "Grab her, kid!" he snapped as she started to struggle up onto her knees. "We'll bring her over to my bedroom. I got some stuff to show her."

They each grabbed one of her upper arms and hustled her across towards the bedroom. "Help me!" she kept calling despairingly over her shoulder as they dragged her away from the door. "Oh God - help me!"

They dumped her down on her knees in front of the computer. "You stay right there, Mrs Jones," said Albie heavily. "There's some stuff you need to see."

"You... you can't keep me here forever," she said with shaky defiance. "And the minute I'm out of here I'm going straight to the police. I've had it with you two little monsters and I'm not going to take it any more!"

Albie ignored her. "Watch this, Mrs Jones," he said tersely. "You might even learn something." He sat down at the keyboard and started working. "You watching?" he said over his shoulder. "I'm working on a video clip from the camera - the one I made yesterday of you and Joey. Remember it?"

She looked at him in resentful silence. He kept talking. "Now I'm gonna convert it into a RealMovie clip. Get it down to under one meg, so I can send it as an email attachment. You still watching?"

"Aw, come on, pal," said Joey disgustedly from behind him, "you're wasting your breath, telling her all that stuff. She wouldn't know a meg from an MPEG. Would you, Mrs Jones?"

"Done!" said Albie suddenly. "Now an email message to go with it. How about: 'Do you know the woman...?' Nah, let's make that 'slut'..." He went on typing. "Do you know the slut in this video? Hint: she's a schoolteacher, and her first name's Amanda."

She felt her resolve starting to drain away. "Oh God," she whispered.

Albie was still talking. "Now we put it up on the email website, so I can send it from anywhere. Anonymously, of course." He turned to her. "Come in real close, Mrs Jones. Watch what happens when I click on the attachment."

She stared with growing horror at the little picture flickering on the screen. Oh for God's sake keep fucking me, Joey, shrilled the tinny soundtrack. Don't stop, Joeeeeeeyyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeee!... Then the close-up of her face appeared, horribly recognizable, smiling at the camera as semen ran down the penis half buried in her mouth. "Oh God," she whispered again.

He sat looking at her. "So you're gonna go to the cops the minute you're out of here, huh? Which precinct are you gonna go to, Mrs Jones? Tell me, so I can send the email in ahead of you."

She let out a choking sob. "Oh God, I..." Suddenly Albie's hand darted out and grabbed her by the hair. "How would you like six or seven years in the can, Mrs Jones? For statutory rape. With a big fat dyke sharing the cell with you and a dirty piss bucket in the corner. You think your old man's still gonna be waiting for you when you get out?"

The last of her rebellion had evaporated now. All she could feel was a dreadful growing sense of utter and absolute despair. And then she had a sudden vision of how she might look after the first five years in jail: in coarse prison clothes, with a strained frightened face, and the beginnings of gray streaks in her hair. Would Rob still be pledging her his undying love through the glass window every visiting day? Or would he have found comfort in the arms of one of the pretty young girls from the office? She strained helplessly at her tied arms, then shuddered and closed her eyes. "OK, Albert," she whispered, "you win. Oh God - you win. I'll... I'll do whatever you want." She could feel the hopeless tears starting again.

He sighed. "God, Mrs Jones," he said wearily, "how many times have I heard you say that?" His voice slid into a mocking falsetto: " 'I'll do whatever you want. I'll never say no again.' " His hand tightened in her hair. "You got any idea what that means? Whatever I want?" He shook her by the hair and almost shouted in her face: "You know what that means? Do you? Do you, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God!" she burst out despairingly. "I said I'll do it. Isn't... isn't that enough?"

He stopped, still holding her at arm's length by the hair. "OK," he said at last, "let's see if you will. Let's see if you really will." He let go of her and stood up. "You remember what you called us?"

"Oh God, Albert, I didn't mean..."

"Tell us what you called us, Mrs Jones. Say it again." He had moved over to his cupboard and was rummaging through it.

"Please, Albert, I was... I was upset. I didn't really mean..."

He turned to face her, with a large heavy belt in his hand. "I'm telling you to say it again. But before you do, turn around and face the doorway. No, don't get up - stay on your knees. Now - put your face down on the floor, stick your ass up in the air, and say it again!"

"Oh God!" She pressed her cheek despairingly down against the carpet, her lips trembling. "I said... I said you were... Oh God, I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't, but I said you were... you were... Oh God!... little m...monsters!..."

Albie had stepped behind her as she spoke. As she uttered the last words he smashed the heavy belt down hard against her raised buttocks.

"AIIIIIIEEEEEE!" she shrieked, catapulting violently forward onto the carpet at Joey's feet. Her tied forearms flapped futilely up and down against her bare back as she writhed in agony all over the floor. "Oh GODDDDDD!... Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"Stick your butt up again, Mrs Jones!" Albie raised his voice over the noise of her howling. "And face the door."

"Oh God, Albert, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I..."

"Mrs Jones, you got exactly three seconds to stop saying no and do what I told you. Now face the door and stick your butt up!"

"Oh God!" She caught a glimpse of Joey smirking down at her as she struggled desperately back up into position. Her beaten buttocks burned like fire.

Albie raised the belt. "Say it again, Mrs Jones."

"Oh God, Albert - PLEASE! I really really really didn't mean it, I swear I didn't, I..."

"Say it again!"

"Oh God, oh God, oh God! Little... oh God!... little... m...m...m...m...monsters! Albert, I SWEAR I... OWWWWWW! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!..."

Slowly and inexorably, one beating at a time, he drove her out through the door of his room, along the full length of the living room floor, and in through the door of his father's bedroom. And all the way she shrieked and begged and pleaded, catapulting wildly forward every time he hit her. And all the way he kept making her say it again.

Finally she was lying sprawled on the floor beside his father's bed, shivering all over and sobbing in hopeless pain and despair. "Ohhhhhh!..." she moaned brokenly, her tied arms still twitching slowly and feebly against her bare back. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... I'm sorry!... Never... never meant it... Never meant to say it... Ohhhhhh Godddddd...!"

Albie stepped over her and flopped down heavily on the bed. "Here, buddy," he said, holding the belt out to Joey. "You take it. I'm pooped."

Joey's smile was hard. "You want me to take over the paddling for a while?"

"In a minute." Albie peered over the side of the bed. "Mrs Jones..."

"...Never meant it," she moaned again. "Oh God, I'm sorry..."

"That was only the first bit, Mrs Jones. The next part of anything I want is another fuck."

"I... I swear I never meant it. Oh God - I'm so sorry..."

"Mrs Jones!" He was sounding impatient now. "Quit your whining and listen to what I'm telling you. I said I want another fuck. Now climb up on the bed and get on top of me. And make it snappy!"

"Oh God," she whimpered, as she struggled slowly and painfully up onto her knees. "So sore. Oh God...!" She stopped, looking uncertainly at the edge of the bed, then blinked at him despairingly. "Albert, I... I can't. Not with my arms tied like this. Please... please untie my arms and then I swear I'll f...fuck you as much as you want, I..."

"No way, Mrs Jones. Not after that stunt you just pulled. You're gonna stay tied up good and tight for a while yet. Now climb on top of me and start fucking!"

"Oh God!" She floundered slowly and clumsily up onto the bed beside him, and after two or three awkward attempts she managed to position herself straddling him on her knees. She looked hopelessly down at his erection, which was lying back throbbing against his bare stomach. "I can't... I can't put it in. Not without any hands..."

"Can't put what in, Mrs Jones?" Albie sounded irritable. "I told you before - use the right words."

"Oh God... I can't put your d...dick up inside my... my cunt without any hands. Please, Albert, I..."

"You want me to help you out, Mrs Jones? Is that what you're asking?"

"Oh God, yes, Albert. Please... please put your dick up inside my cunt. So I can f...fuck you. Oh God - my bottom! It hurts so much..."

Albie reached down and grasped his stiff penis. "Let the record show," he said evenly, "that twenty-eight-year-old Mrs Amanda Jones just asked fourteen-year-old Albert Martin to shove his dick up inside her cunt. So she could fuck him." He looked up at her. "That is what you want, isn't it, Mrs Jones?"

"Y...yes, Albert," she muttered hopelessly. "Please... please shove your dick in my cunt. Oh God - please don't touch my bottom. Please!" And then she gasped in distress as he slid the head of his penis up between her still-aching labia and pulled her hips down hard on top of him.

"Oooooooh yeah," he said with grim satisfaction. "God, that cunt feels nice!" He grabbed her shoulders and lowered her torso down onto his own. "Now," he went on, clamping his arms around her and holding her body hard down against his, "it's time for some action - the next bit of anything I want. Joey, start swatting her ass with that belt again."

"Buddy, I'd love to," said Joey happily, raising the belt. "That oughta make her butt bounce real nice for you."

"Oh God - NO!" she shrieked, suddenly struggling wildly to get out of Albie's tight embrace. Then: "OWWWWWW!" she howled as Joey brought the belt down with all his strength across her reddened buttocks. "AIIIIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed as the thrashing continued, her body jerking wildly up and down against the naked boy under her. "OWWWWWW! OWWWWWW! OWWWWWW! OWWWWWWW! Oh GODDDDDD!..."

"Way to go, kid!" Albie shouted over her screaming, as he held her struggling body hard against his own. "That feels fantastic! Just like you said when you made her come - her cunt's grabbing my dick every time you hit her! Oh God - hit her! Hit her, hit her, hit her!"

Joey needed no encouragement. He kept flailing at her jerking buttocks as hard as he could, and she screamed and wailed and shrieked as her crotch was driven down hard against Albie's over and over again. "Oh Godddddd!" Albie shouted at last. "That's too much! I'm coming!... Coming!... Commmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!... Oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."

Finally her howling and wailing subsided, and she lay shivering and sobbing brokenly on top of him. "Ohhhhhh!..." she moaned hopelessly. "Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..."

"Oh God," Albie gasped. "That... that was the best! That was the fucking best..." He reached down and stroked her shivering buttocks with his fingers, making her yelp. "Maybe... maybe we'll have all our fucks like that from now on, Mrs Jones. God, it was nice!"

She felt sick with despair. Oh dear God, she thought hopelessly, isn't it enough to be continually raped? Do I have to live through all this hell as well? And she sagged wretchedly down on top of him and started crying all over again.

"God," said Joey scornfully from above her, "what a wimp! You oughta be fucking grateful, Mrs Jones. We hardly even broke the skin."

"Yeah," said Albie wearily, as he pushed her off him and rolled slowly away from her, "we went real easy on you. Try pulling a stunt like that again and see what you get." He burrowed his head tiredly down into the pillow and closed his eyes. "Oh God - gotta... gotta get some sleep. Man, am I fucked..."

Within less than a minute Albie's soft snoring began to fill the room. Joey stood looking at him for a while, then turned his gaze down onto her tear-streaked face. He bared his teeth in a slow smile. "Well - looks like it's just you and me now, Mrs Jones. What kind of fun things do you think we oughta do together?"

"Oh God!" She choked back a frightened sob and stared trembling up into his hard young face. "Oh God, I'll... I'll do anything you want, Joey - anything! I swear I will. If... if you untie me I could... I could do all kinds of thing you'd really like. I know you'd like them, Joey, please..."

"Yeah." Suddenly he sounded amused. "There is some stuff I'd really like, Mrs Jones. But we won't have to untie you to do it." And he turned and walked out of the room, his stiff young erection bobbing in front of him.

She stared fearfully after him. Oh God, she thought, trembling, I can just imagine the kind of stuff you'd really like, you vile little monster. God help me! She looked across despairingly at Albert's sleeping form. And you're turning out to be just as bad, you little bastard. She strained uselessly at her tied arms. Oh my bottom! It hurts so MUCH...

And then Joey was back. He was carrying Albie's ghetto blaster. "Music to have fun by, Mrs Jones," he said pleasantly, as he set it down on the dressing table and switched it on.

Albie didn't stir as the music started. Joey watched him closely as he slowly turned up the volume, but Albie still didn't respond.

Boomba! boomba! boomba! boomba!... The music was quite loud now, and Albie still slept on. "Great!" said Joey, raising his voice above the noise. "Looks like he'll sleep through anything." He smiled down at her. "So now we can go have some fun. Get up - we're going back to Albie's room."

"Oh God." She rolled onto her side and then maneuvered herself slowly and painfully up into a sitting position on the side of the bed. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped as her raw buttocks pressed down against the sheets. "Oh God, that's so sore!"

Joey stood watching her impassively as she struggled painfully to her feet. Then he led her out of the room. The noise abruptly reduced in volume as he shut the door behind them. And when they got back to Albie's bedroom he closed that door as well. The music became inaudible.

She tugged futilely at her tied arms once more. Her hands were starting to go numb. She licked her dry lips and tried again, struggling to sound seductive. "Joey, I could give you some... some really, really, really good sex if you... if you untied my arms. I know I could, Joey."

He smiled at her. "Nah," he said, "I like you tied up. Right now I feel like some kinky bondage stuff for a change. Lay down on the bed on your back."

"Oh God." She sat herself down gingerly on the edge of the bed, gasping as her throbbing buttocks again took her full weight. Then she worked her way slowly and painfully across to the center of the bed on her back, carefully hoisting her sore bottom clear of the bed as she moved. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped again as she lowered her buttocks slowly and carefully down against the sheets. "Ohhhhhh! Oh God!"

"Comfy, Mrs Jones?" Joey looked down at her and smiled. "Cause I just had another idea. Sit up." And he reached around under her shoulders to hoist her up.

She grunted in distress as her weight came back down on her buttocks. "Now stay sitting up," he commanded, "while I go get some stuff." In a few moments he was back, carrying some more lengths of rope.

He started looping one of the ropes around under her armpits. "I think we can do a real nice bondage number on you, Mrs Jones," he said pleasantly. "We might even get Albie to photograph you when you're all trussed up." He lowered her shoulders back down and then pulled both ends of the rope up towards the head of the bed. "Now, what's next? Oh yeah - your ankles. Open your legs, Mrs Jones. Spread 'em real wide."

By the time he had finished she was lying stretched out on her back, with her ankles tied wide apart to the legs of the bed and the ropes under her armpits pulled up tight to the bedhead. "Looks good," said Joey with satisfaction. "Let's see you bend your knees."

"Oh God, it's so tight," she groaned. "Hurting my armpits..." She hesitantly lifted one knee and then the other, wincing as she did so. "Oh God, Joey, I can hardly move," she whimpered. "Please loosen off the ropes. Just a little bit - please!..."

"But that's what bondage is all about, Mrs Jones. Tight ties." He reached down and stroked one of her tied ankles. "We don't want you flopping around too much. You might hurt yourself or something." Then he ran his hand up her body and fondled a bare breast, tugging gently at the nipple. "God - I love how your tits are pushed up, with your arms tied behind your back like that." He smiled again. "Looks like you're begging for it."

A chance, she thought desperately. Oh God, offer him sex again - quickly! Take his mind off any other horrible ideas! She took a quick breath and started trying to wriggle and squirm as much as she could against the ropes, thrusting her breasts up against his fondling fingers again and again. "Oh yes, Joey," she breathed, trying to keep her lips from trembling. "Wouldn't it be just so... so sexy to have me like this, all... all tied up and helpless underneath you?" She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. "Oh Joey, wouldn't that just be so, so sexy?..."

His hand abruptly left her breast. "Nah," he said. "Fun first - fucks later. Now, where's that ruler?"

Her eyes snapped open in horror. "Oh GOD!" she burst out. "Oh God - NO!" She looked up at him, her mouth working uncontrollably. "Oh God, Joey, not more punishment! After what I've been through, not more punishment!"

"You said anything I want, Mrs Jones. And this is what I want."

"Oh Joey, please don't punish me! Please, please, please don't punish me! Please just f...f...fuck me! Oh God!" She started frantically pounding her buttocks up and down against the mattress, heedless of the pain. "Oh God, Joey, I could give you such a good fuck, I know I could, I..."

"You sure will, Mrs Jones." Joey bared his teeth at her. "You're gonna give me the fuck of my life. Just as soon as I've finished encouraging you." And he raised the ruler.

She just lay there, suddenly still, staring up at him and trembling all over. "Please," she whispered pitifully. "Oh God - please..."

"Aw, come on, Mrs Jones. I'm a little monster, remember? And this is what little monsters do. To smart-mouth schoolteacher BITCHES!" And on the last word he brought the ruler down hard against her open vagina.

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, convulsing on the bed. "AIEEEEEE!" she shrieked as he landed a stinging blow right on her left nipple. And then he was lashing away at her non-stop - breasts, nipples, labia, hips, inner thighs - while she shrieked and screamed and howled and jerked wildly against the ropes. "Oh GOD, JOEYYYYY! You're KILLING MEEEEEE!..."

Finally he stopped, panting. "Say... say something smart now, Mrs Jones," he gasped. "C'mon - call me some... some smart-mouth names, why don'tcha? Say something real smart, and then we can... then we can both laugh."

"Ohhhh Goddddddd..." she moaned brokenly, her body shuddering wretchedly as she sobbed. "Ohhhhhh Godddddd!..."

"Now," he said, still breathing heavily, "I'm gonna untie you. But you're not gonna pull any more dumb stunts. All you're gonna do is give me the greatest fuck you've ever given anyone in your whole life. You got that, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God, yes, Joey, oh God, please, Joey. Oh God, I'll do anything you want, I swear it. Anything, anything, anything..."

"You fucking better." He quickly freed her ankles, then flipped her over onto her stomach and untied her arms. "You sure as hell fucking better." He pulled the rope out from under her armpits. "Cause I won't go so fucking easy on you next time."

She took a deep shuddering breath and choked back her sobs. Then she brought her arms slowly and painfully around in front of her and started massaging her cramped muscles and her numb hands. "Oh God," she gasped. "Please... please give me a few minutes, Joey. I can hardly move." She gingerly touched her throbbing breasts, and then reached down slowly and hesitantly towards her aching labia. "Oh GODDDDDD...!"

"Don't take all day, Mrs Jones." Joey sounded impatient. "Or I might have to encourage you again."

"NO!" She jumped up off the bed, wincing from the pain of her sore buttocks. "Oh God, no!" She almost ran to him, and then began to frantically kiss and fondle him, running her hands and lips and tongue all over his face and chest and belly. She was just dropping down onto her knees to start sucking his penis when he caught her and held her up off the floor. "Nah," he said. "We'll go back on the bed with Albie before we get started. He just might wake up and want some more action himself."

Oh no, she thought in horror. One teenage penis is going to be agony enough, after all that beating. Please - not another one!

He started to lead her out the door. "You know something, Mrs Jones?" he said, with his hand clamped around her arm. "I need some encouragement myself. You've made me come five times in about the last fifteen hours. I might be young and horny, but that's still a hellava lot of fucking. So kiss me and play with my dick while we're walking back."

She reached one trembling hand down towards his penis, and then bent to kiss him. Oh God, she thought, he's not even as tall as me. How can there be so much evil stored up inside one small body? And she shuddered as his lips slobbered against hers.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned into her mouth as her fist moved up and down his rigid erection. "Mmmmmmm!..."

At last they reached the other bedroom. The music blared as he opened the door. He reached over and switched it off. "Don't need this any more, Mrs Jones. You've done all your hollering for a while." Then he smiled. "Except when I start shoving it in you. That oughta make you yell a little bit." He gestured towards the bed. "Now get started on my fuck of a lifetime. And it better be damn good. Otherwise we'll go back to the other room for some more encouragement."

"No, Joey!" she said hastily. "I'll... I'll give you such a good fuck, I promise you! Really I will." She started urgently kissing and fondling him, leading him across the room as she did so.

Albie was still sleeping soundly on the far side of the bed. Please don't wake up, she thought, looking across at him despairingly. Oh God - please! It's going to kill me just having Joey. She gritted her teeth and pulled Joey down onto the bed with her, trying to ignore the pain in her breasts and her groin. Then she started kissing him all over, wincing as her throbbing nipples scraped across his young body.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh," he sighed as she started licking his penis. "Oh God!" he moaned as she cupped his testicles and kissed them, then gently sucked them into her open mouth. "Oh you bitch - you fucking, sweet-mouthed BITCH!..."

She turned him over and kissed and licked his buttocks, then licked all the way up his bare back, trembling with the need to please him. "Do you like that, Joey?" she whispered, wincing silently as her tender groin touched his body yet again. "Is that good?"

"Oh God," he burst out, suddenly twisting around and grabbing her by the shoulders, "that's driving me crazy! I gotta fuck you right now!" He threw her down onto the bed and scrambled urgently on top of her, fumbling frantically to get his erection into her vagina. "Oh GOD!..."

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped as her sore buttocks were driven down hard against the sheets. "Owwwwww!" she wailed as he rammed his penis roughly in between her aching labia and started thrusting. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW!..."

"Not my idea... of a great fuck, Mrs Jones," he panted as he kept thrusting savagely into her, "if all you're gonna do is... uhhhhhh! ...just lie there and whine... Oh God - uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!..."

"Oh God, Joey, I'm sorry - I'm so sorry!" She sucked in a shuddering breath and gritted her teeth, frantically trying to bite back her moans, and began trying desperately to move under him, hugging and stroking and caressing his bare back as he humped and thrust on top of her. She ran her fingernails tremblingly back and forth across his heaving buttocks, with her eyes squeezed tight shut and her mouth twisted in a silent grimace of agony. Oh God! she thought despairingly. This is awful. The PAIN!...

"Oh fuck!" he screamed suddenly. "I'm coming!... commmmiiiiinnnnnngggggg!... Oh Godddddd!..." He slumped down heavily on top of her, driving her aching buttocks down against the mattress once more, then reached up and began wearily groping one of her sore breasts, making her gasp under him. "Oh God..." he mumbled, giving one last tired thrust at her throbbing groin and making her groan yet again. "Ohhhhh Godddddd..."

"Did you... did you like it, Joey?" she asked desperately, still trembling. "Was it... was it good for you?"

His breathing started to slow. "I guess it wasn't too bad," he admitted grudgingly. "But it wasn't the world's greatest fuck, that's for sure."

"I'm sorry, Joey. I... I tried my best, really I did. But I'm so sore - oh God, I'm so sore!..."

Joey grunted. "Yeah. Well, I guess you're not gonna say no or pull crazy stunts any more, are you? You're gonna be real docile from now on. Aren't you?" He sighed, then slowly rolled off and settled down with his back to her. "Yeah," he murmured contentedly. "Real docile..." And in a few moments he was asleep.

She lay there for a while listening to his steady breathing, with her buttocks and breasts and groin still throbbing painfully from their savage punishment. Then she slowly lifted her head and looked wearily at each young naked figure sleeping so soundly beside her. Their pale young bodies almost seemed to glow in the early morning light. Menage a trois, she thought bitterly. Oh God!

It was her last coherent thought before she slid back into an exhausted sleep.


CHAPTER 11

"Ohhhhhh!..." She lifted her head slowly and painfully off the pillow and blinked blearily at her watch. My God, she thought, aghast, it's 1 p.m. I've never slept this late in my whole life!

She looked cautiously at the boys either side of her. They were both still sound asleep. She sat up as quietly as she could, gasping from the soreness in her buttocks. Then she eased herself out slowly and carefully from between them.

Oh God, she thought as she stood trembling beside the bed and fingered the dried semen still on her face, I've got to have a shower. I've just got to. Even if they punish me for it.

She stumbled out into the living room and retrieved the overnight things from her bag. Perhaps if I make my face up and do my hair as nicely as I can, she thought. Maybe they'll accept that as an excuse. She felt down hesitantly towards her aching groin and winced. And shave myself again. Oh God!

The shower felt glorious. She just stood there with her eyes closed, letting the hot water run down all over her aching body. Then suddenly she glanced apprehensively towards the door. Mustn't take too long, she thought in sudden alarm. Joey might come bursting in again and... She quickly started soaping herself, gritting her teeth as she washed her aching breasts and buttocks and groin. Don't rebel today, she told herself hopelessly. For God's sake, don't rebel. Just do anything they want - anything at all. Just say yes sir, no sir, whatever you want, sir. And you might even survive the weekend!

It took her several attempts to finish shaving her aching pubes, even with all the soap and hot water she could muster under the shower. Oh God, it's sore, she thought in despair. And they're both going to want more sex - as soon as they wake up. The little bastards...! She turned off the shower and reached wearily for a towel.

She did the best she could with her hair and makeup. Then she tiptoed quietly to the kitchen, still naked, looking cautiously towards the open door of the bedroom. Stay asleep, you little monsters, she thought hopelessly. For God's sake just stay asleep!

There was half a loaf of stale bread in the back of the refrigerator. She forced herself to eat two slices of toast and then brewed some strong coffee. The start of another day, she told herself in despair. Another wonderful day. Oh God. Then she started hearing sounds from the bedroom.

The sounds slowly rose in volume. They sounded like muttering, punctuated by outbursts of Albie's laughter and Joey's giggling. Yes, she thought bitterly - two young teenage boys sniggering over a dirty joke. Only this time I'm the dirty joke!

Then she heard Joey's raised voice. "Mrs Jo-ones," he called in a mocking singsong, "where aaare you? We're awaay-ake."

"Yeah, Mrs Jones," Albie chimed in. "We're awake. And we're horny!"

"Coming, boys," she said hastily. She almost ran to the bedroom. Both boys were lying on their backs naked, with their erections throbbing against their bare stomachs.

"Where you been, Mrs Jones?" said Albie suspiciously. "How come you weren't here in bed with us when we woke up?"

"Oh God, I was... I was just making myself beautiful for you, Albert. For you and Joey. I... I thought you'd like that."

Albie grunted. He still sounded less than satisfied. "You shave your cunt?"

"Yes, Albert - I just did it. It's... it's freshly shaved - just for you."

"And for me too, Mrs Jones," said Joey aggressively. "Albie's not the only one who's gonna fuck you today."

"Yes, Joey," she said quickly. "I did it for you, too. I did it for both of you. So you could both f...fuck me."

Joey glanced across at Albie. "Well, would you look at that, buddy. I think we got a new schoolteacher here this morning. She's not Mrs Hostile any more. Now she's Mrs Docile." He stretched out his hand towards the edge of the bed and lifted his middle finger. "Let's see how docile you are. Come over here and fuck my finger."

"Yes, Joey." She saw Albie grinning at her as she hurried obediently across the room. She quickly put her hands down on the edge of the bed and lowered her crotch over his finger. "Uhhhh!..." she grunted as her tender labia pressed against his hand. "Ooooh!..."

Joey smiled up at her. "Still sore, Mrs Jones?" He wiggled his finger inside her. "But you still like it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Joey," she gasped, gritting her teeth as she slid herself slowly up and down his finger. "I like it... ooooh! ...so much..."

"Great. Glad you're having fun." He smiled at her again. "Yeah - that's starting to lube you up. Now let's see how you go with my dick in there instead of my finger."

"Nuh, uh," said Albie suddenly. "She's my bitch, kiddo. I get to fuck her first."

"That's OK, pal." Joey sounded quite relaxed. "I know how we can both fuck her at the same time. It's in one of those videos we borrowed." He withdrew his finger and looked across at the other boy. "While one of us fucks her cunt the other one fucks her asshole." His smile got wider. "It oughta be a lot of fun."

Oh God - NO, she thought in horror. I've got to stop that happening - I've just got to! She jumped urgently to her feet. "I... I know a much better way," she said desperately. "Joey, you... you know how much you like it when I suck you. And... and Albert loves it when I'm on top of him." She looked imploringly at the older boy. "D...don't you, Albert?" Then without waiting for his reply she started hurriedly sliding a rather startled Joey down to the foot of the bed, until his legs were hanging over the end.

"Just hold it, Mrs Jones," said Albie. "I don't remember telling you to organize our fucks for us."

Her heart sank. Oh God! She looked at him despairingly, her hands still on Joey's slim young body. "Oh God, Albert, I thought you might like... I was just going to..."

"What were you just gonna do, Mrs Jones? Tell me."

"Oh God! I... I was just going to... to turn you around, with your head down at the foot of the bed, and... and then lie on top of you and bounce up and down, b...because I know how much you like me fucking you like that, and then I was going to l...lean over and suck Joey's dick at the same time." She kept staring at him helplessly, her lower lip quivering. "Wouldn't you like that? W...wouldn't you both like that?"

"Nah," said Joey. He had recovered from his surprise, and was lying there smirking up at her. "You only got it half right, Mrs Jones. You're gonna be on top of Albie all right. But then I'm gonna be on top of you, with my dick right up your ass."

She slowly closed her eyes. "Oh God," she whispered. There was a brief silence. Please no, she thought hopelessly as she stood there, her eyes tight shut and her whole body trembling. Please, not like that. Oh God - please...

"I dunno, kid." It was Albie's voice. She opened her eyes quickly, hardly daring to hope. "That all sounds kinda gross to me. I don't think I want you pumping shit out of her asshole while I'm lying underneath her." He started getting up off the bed. "I think we'll do it your way, Mrs Jones."

"Oh thank you, Albert!" She almost fell over in her haste to get to his side of the bed. "Now you just lie down with your head down here," she said quickly. "And now I'll get on top of you like this. And if you slide over a little closer, Joey, then I can... I can just reach your dick with my m...m...mth..." Her last words were choked off as her lips closed hurriedly over Joey's erection.

She reached down and hastily guided Albie's stiff penis up into her vagina, grunting in distress as it slid in between her sore labia. Then she clenched her fists and began bouncing her hips and sucking as hard as she could.

"Oooooooh, yeahhhhhh..." moaned Joey as her mouth moved up and down his erection. He looked across at Albie. "She sure thinks quick... uhhhhhh! ...when she has to, doesn't she, buddy? Ohhhhhh God - that mouth...!"

"Yeah," panted Albie. "But I like my fucks faster than this, Mrs Jones."

Oh God! She clenched her fists even harder and began pounding her groin even more frantically against his, wincing at the pain from her bruised labia. "Hey," said Joey suddenly, "don't slow down with the sucking, Mrs Jones! You're not finished yet."

You pair of little bastards, she thought desperately. She grabbed at Joey's penis and sucked even harder, while at the same time trying to keep her hips pounding against Albie as fast as she could. Her labia felt as if they were on fire now, and she groaned into Joey's erection as she sucked him. How long, damn you? she thought in despair. How long are you both going to TAKE?...

It seemed like ages before Albie's hips finally started to move up and down against hers. "Oh yeah..." he gasped. "Oh yeah... Oh fuck!... I'm... I'm gonna come!..." He suddenly grabbed her sore buttocks, pulling her groin down hard against his and making her grunt with pain. "Oh yeahhhhhh!" he howled. "Oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!... oh Godddddd!..."

"Don't you... stop now, Mrs Jones!" gasped Joey. "You keep... fucking sucking..." He sank his fingers into her hair and started ramming her face up and down against his groin. "Oh Godddddd - suck me!... suck me!... suck meeeeee!..."

His semen began pulsing into her mouth before she realized what was happening, and she started desperately slurping and gulping and swallowing as he gasped and moaned under her and drove her face down even harder against his groin. "Oh shiiiiiitttttt!" he wailed. "Oh fucking... fucking... fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."

She lay there shuddering on top of both of them, gasping desperately to get her breath, with her labia aflame with pain and her lips and face throbbing from the bruising Joey had given them. Oh God, she thought exhaustedly as his slackening penis slid slowly out of her mouth, are you little bastards satisfied now?

"Good way to... to start the day, Mrs Jones." Albie was still breathing heavily. "We just might start... every day like that from now on."

"Yeahhhhhh..." sighed Joey dreamily. "I wanna blow job just like that... every morning... Ohhhhhh Godddddd...!"

Suddenly Albie slapped her on her sore buttocks, making her cry out. "Breakfast time, Mrs Jones. Get that kitchen maid ass of yours into gear. Go find your high heels and get started."

"Yes, Albert," she said submissively, biting back her groans. Oh God, she thought - breakfast at two in the afternoon! She lifted herself painfully off both boys and stumbled off to do what she was told, feeling Albie's semen trickling out of her as she went. She licked the last of Joey's cum off her lips and shuddered. Please God, she thought hopelessly, wincing as she moved, no more sex for at least another hour or two. Please...

There was almost nothing in the refrigerator to make a decent breakfast. She finally fried up some slices of pizza and garnished them with strips of toast, then served the whole thing with orange juice and coffee.

Albie and Joey staggered into the kitchen, still naked, yawning and wiping the sleep from their eyes. Albie sat down heavily at the table and then peered doubtfully at what she was putting in front of him. "What kind of breakfast is that, Mrs Jones? Where are the pancakes and hash browns and stuff like that?"

"B...but there isn't anything to make them with, Albert. The refrigerator's just about empty. And there's almost nothing in the cupboards. I... I couldn't do any better. I'm sorry, Albert."

"Huh." He already had his mouth full. "Next time you make me breakfast," he said indistinctly, "it's gonna be a lot better."

"Yes, Albert," she said meekly.

"I want some more orange juice," said Joey suddenly. "C'mere and fill it up again."

"Yes, Joey." She picked up the carton and moved quickly to obey him. As she bent to fill his glass he slid his right hand up the inside of her thigh and then suddenly jammed his fingers up between her sore labia. "Uhhhhh!" she gasped, almost dropping the carton.

"Sloppy, sloppy, Mrs Jones!" he said chidingly. "Now you've spilt OJ all over the table." He grinned at her maliciously. "Bend over and slurp it all up."

You little bastard! "Yes, Joey," she said aloud, trembling as she bent down and put her mouth on the puddle of spilt juice.

"God, buddy, I love the way her tits hang down when she bends over like that." Joey's fingers were still in her vagina as he casually fondled her tender breasts with his other hand, making her grunt against the table. "Breakfast in a restaurant is never gonna be the same again. The waitresses all wear clothes!"

She quickly finished licking up the juice and backed away trembling, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Joey reluctantly let her go. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, is that all I am now? A slave to cook your food and a body to be groped?

Albie was staring at her as he chewed. "Don't just stand there, Mrs Jones," he said suddenly. "Put on a show for us while we finish our breakfast. Start playing with yourself or something."

"Yeah," said Joey eagerly. "Stick that finger up your cunt again, like you did last night."

Why, she thought bitterly. So you can go to sleep again while I do it? She reached down reluctantly and pushed one finger up into her vagina. Oh God.

"And grab one of your tits with your other hand," Joey went on. "Let's see if you can lick your own nipple."

"She sure can, kid," said Albie complacently. "And I've got the pics to prove it."

They eventually grew tired of the game, leaving her humiliated and trembling in front of them. "What are we gonna do today, Albie?" said Joey, sounding bored.

"Oh, I dunno - just fuck her all day. You got any better ideas?"

Joey smiled. "You bet I have, kid. We're gonna start by watching one of those videos. I wanna show you something."

Oh God, she thought, trembling, as she followed them out into the living room, I can just imagine the kinds of filthy depraved things you want to show him. And then you'll want to do them to me. Oh God!

She almost cried out in horror when the video title came up on the screen. ANAL ACTION it said in big red letters. "Here we go," said Joey contentedly. "Just sit back and watch this, buddy. This oughta give you some good ideas."

She just huddled there on the sofa, with her eyes closed and her fists clenched, waiting for it to end. They're going to do that to me, she kept thinking over and over, shivering with despair. Oh God - they're going to do that to me!

"You see, pal?" said Joey as the movie finally flickered to an end. "Guys do it all the time. Ass fucking is the way to go. Specially with old bitches like her, 'cause their assholes are always tighter than their cunts."

Albie shook his head slowly. "I dunno," he said reluctantly. "I still don't like it. I still think it's gross."

"Oh for God's sake lemme show you. Mrs Jones, come over here and get on this coffee table. Stick your face down and your ass up, and reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart with both hands. You're gonna get the ass fucking of your life."

She looked hopelessly at Albie as she moved across to the table, but he stayed silent. She struggled into position and then reached back and gripped her buttocks obediently, her hands sweaty and trembling. "Oh God, Joey," she whimpered, with her face pressed down against the table, "it's... it's going to split me apart. Please... please could you l...l...lubricate yourself before you... before you... Oh God!..." And she closed her eyes in despair.

"And what am I supposed to do that with? You carrying a tube of K-Y in your handbag or something?" He snorted in derision. "I bet you wouldn't even know what it was for."

"There's... there's some cooking oil," she gasped desperately. "In the kitchen. I... I used it to cook the breakfast. Oh God, Joey - please!"

"I'll think about it." He stroked her upraised buttocks, making her jump. Then his fingers slid slowly down towards her anus. "I gotta admit your asshole does look damn tight. Ever been fucked up the ass before, Mrs Jones?"

"N...no, Joey. Oh God, please - just a little bit of cooking oil. Please, Joey..."

There was a long pause while she crouched there trembling in front of him, still holding her buttocks apart with her hands. Then he released her and she heard him start to move away. She sagged with relief down against the table. Oh thank God, she thought desperately. It's going to be horrible enough anyway.

"I hope you appreciate how nice I'm being to you, Mrs Jones." His voice came from behind her again. She could hear the soft slupping sound of a fist sliding slowly up and down an oily erection. "I hope you're gonna be real, real grateful. Now pull those ass cheeks further apart."

She jumped again as she felt his thumbs on either side of her anus. Then she felt it gaping open as he pulled at her, and she shuddered and groaned. "Uhhhhhh!" she gasped as the head of his penis started slowly pushing against the opening. "Oh Godddddd!..."

"Aw, quit whining, Mrs Jones." Joey was starting to pant as he kept pushing. "If you had some big guy shoving a ten inch dick into you, you'd really have something to scream about... Oh God, you're tight!"

"Aaaaahhhh!" she moaned as the head of his penis suddenly popped in past her sphincter. Then she let go of her trembling buttocks and grabbed frantically at the edge of the table as he started slowly pushing the whole length of his shaft inside her. "Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!... Oh God!..."

"Wow!" His pubic hair was finally right up against her buttocks. "Man, that's tight! Not even an eleven-year-old's cunt feels like that. Fuck, it feels great!" He started slowly pulling himself out of her and then suddenly jammed himself right back inside again.

"Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" she wailed, grabbing even harder at the edges of the table. Then her mouth gaped open in a continuous cry as he grabbed her hips and began pumping himself in and out of her as hard as he could.

"Yeahhhhhh, bitch!" he yelled over her wailing. "It's fucking A time!... Uhhhhhh! ...And it's your A!" His hands tightened on her hips as he began pumping even faster. "Oh God, that feels fucking fantastic!... So damn TIGHT!..."

She clung to the table and wailed while he kept jamming himself into her over and over again. "Oh GOD!" he yelled. "So tight!... So damned fucking TIGHT!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh Godddddd!..." And then she felt his semen squirting out deep inside her bowels.

He slumped slowly forward over her upraised buttocks, gasping and panting. "Ohhhh God!..." he moaned. "What a fuck! What a fantastic... fucking... tight... fuck!" He laid his hot cheek down against her trembling back. "So fucking TIGHT!..."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, with her teeth clenched and her fingers still clamped hard around the edge of the table, is it over yet? Oh my God!...

"Ohhhhhh!..." Joey gave a tired sigh and slowly levered himself off her. His softening penis suddenly pulled out of her rectum with a clearly audible pop. "Oh God, buddy," he gasped, "you gotta try that. You... just... gotta... try it!..."

Albie grunted. He came over and peered down at Joey's crotch, then suddenly twisted his lips in disgust. "That's... that's shit on your dick," he burst out. "And I can even smell it, for fuck's sake!" He turned his face away. "God - that is super gross!"

"No problem, pal." Joey was slowly getting his breathing back under control. "Cause now she's gonna suck it clean for me."

Oh GOD, she thought in horror as she felt her gorge rising. I can't - I just CAN'T!...

"No fucking way!" Albie's voice was suddenly thick with anger. "I don't want her with a mouthful of shit the next time she kisses me! If you wanna do that kind of stuff you go find someone else's bitch to do it on. This one's mine, and the only reason you get to fuck her is because I say you can!"

"Oh yeah?" The color was rising in Joey's face. "How come you know so much about fucking all of a sudden? You'd never fucked a girl in your life before you blackmailed this old bitch last Monday. The only stuff you know about fucking is what I've taught you!"

She just crouched there, clinging to the edge of the table and trembling, while they quarreled beside her. Oh God, please, she kept praying - not in my mouth. Please don't let him put that filthy thing in my mouth. Oh God - please!...

"...And I'm telling YOU, kid," Albie was shouting, "that there's no way she's gonna suck that shit off your dick! Now go clean yourself up in the bathroom!" And he turned on his heel and stormed into his bedroom.

Joey stood there for a moment, still breathing heavily. Then he leaned down beside her and gripped her bare shoulder. "Albie's real nice to you, Mrs Jones," he whispered. "Too fucking nice." His fingers tightened on her shoulder. "But some day I'm gonna get you on my own again - just like last night. Then we'll see about nice." He turned abruptly away and headed for the bathroom.

She struggled up off the table, still trembling all over. Her anus ached abominably. Suddenly she felt a cramping movement in her insides, and she frantically clenched her buttocks together before anything could come out. Oh God, she thought, I've got to GO! And that little bastard's still in the bathroom! What am I going to DO? Then she remembered the en-suite in the master bedroom and rushed there with short urgent steps, still keeping her buttocks clenched desperately together.

"Oh GOD!" she gasped as she flung herself down onto the toilet and let go. Her bowels started emptying immediately. She clamped both hands on her legs and bowed her head, eyes closed and shaking, waiting for it to end. "Oh God," she moaned again. "Oh my God!..."

When she finally walked shakily out of the bedroom Joey was sitting naked on the sofa, reading a men's magazine. He glared up at her as she stopped and hovered uncertainly just outside the doorway. She suddenly felt more naked that usual under his gaze and she trembled. You're going to find some way to get back at me, she thought despairingly. Aren't you, you vindictive little bastard? And it wasn't even my decision! She looked across at the doorway to Albie's room. I'd be better off in there. Anything rather than staying out here with you. She took a deep breath and hurried across the living room, skirting wide around Joey as she did so.

Albie was sitting at his desk, still naked, playing a computer game. "About time," he said over his shoulder. "I'm just about ready for another fuck myself. You get yourself cleaned up?"

"Yes, Albert," she said timidly. "I... I washed myself too."

He grunted, still engrossed in the game. "Then close the door and get on the bed. And start playing with yourself while you're waiting for me. I want you all wet when I fuck you. And I want you ready to come. I wanna have one of those double cums like you gave Joey yesterday."

"Oh God," she whispered, just standing there and staring at him.

Finally he stopped and turned around to look at her. "What's the matter, Mrs Jones? Don't just stand there. Get on the bed and get on with it."

Her lower lip trembled. "Oh God, Albert, I... it's one thing to put on a show when you tell me to, but I've never... not enough to make myself come. Oh God, I... I just don't DO that!"

He kept looking at her, his face impassive. "Then go get Joey and bring him in here. He doesn't seem to have much trouble making you come."

"No! Oh God, Albert, please not Joey! Please don't let him come anywhere near me! Please, Albert."

"Well it's either his finger or yours, Mrs Jones. Either way you're gonna be ready to come when I start fucking you. So it's your call." And he turned back to his computer game.

"Oh God." She took one last despairing look at him and then moved slowly and reluctantly over to the bed. She settled herself on her back, gasping as her sore buttocks pressed down against the sheets, and reached down unwillingly between her legs. "Oh God."

He kept playing the computer game beside her, seemingly oblivious, as she gritted her teeth and forced herself to ignore the ache in her labia. She closed her eyes and tried somehow to pretend that it wasn't her own finger rubbing against her clitoris, that it was Rob's finger, Eddie's finger, anyone else's finger...

"How you going, Mrs Jones?" Albie's voice broke in on her dogged efforts. "Getting there? Or should I just go get Joey?"

"NO!" She gritted her teeth and started moving her finger even faster. "I... I'm getting there, Albert, I swear I am! Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!... Ohhhhhh!..." And then finally she felt it - the first faint building of an arousal. "Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes!..."

"Good." She heard him getting up and she quickly opened her eyes again. "Cause now I'm ready for that fuck. Roll yourself over and lift your butt a little bit, so I can see your cunt from behind. And keep jerking yourself off."

She hurried to obey him, quickly rolling herself over and lifting her hips obediently just clear of the bed. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, with one arm underneath her body and her finger still buried between her labia. "I'm... I'm... I'm getting there... Oh God, I swear I am...!"

"That's real great, Mrs Jones. Now keep your butt up just like that." And he got onto the bed behind her.

"Oh God, Albert," she said desperately as he climbed on top of her, "you're not going to... to do what Joey did to me, are you? Oh God - please..."

"Nah." He was fumbling the head of his penis into her vagina from behind. "It's your cunt I want to fuck, Mrs Jones - ohhhhhh! ...your nice... warm... wet... CUNT! And I want you to... ohhhhhh! ...to come while I'm doing it. You keep playing with your clit while I fuck you. Uhhhhhh!..."

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, as he rammed his penis between her sore labia and his groin against her bruised buttocks. Oh God, she thought desperately, how am I ever going to come for the little bastard when I'm as sore as this?

Suddenly he stopped moving. "God," he sighed wearily, sagging down on top of her, "my dick's never worked so hard in its life before. Man - it's not even..." He lifted his left wrist up near his face. "...It's not even two hours since my last fuck. And on top of that I've been fucking you all yesterday afternoon and all night." He moved his fingers slowly over her bare shoulders, seeking a good grip, and then he settled down to a slow, deliberate rhythm on top of her. "So I'm just gonna take this one... uhhhhhh! ...real nice and slow... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... That oughta give you... ohhhhhh! ...plenty of time to make yourself come... Ohhhhhh Godddddd!..."

She lay under him, trying desperately to keep her finger moving under her body as he slowly humped and gasped on top of her. Oh God, she thought in despair, my groin's sore, my bottom's sore - and if I don't come he'll punish me for sure. And he's seen me do it too often for me to fake it! She squeezed her eyes tight shut and for the next few minutes tried to block out everything except the feeling of her finger against her clitoris. Oh yes, Eddie... Do it to me, Eddie... Make me come, Eddie... Oh God, Eddie... Oh EDDDDIEEEEEE!... And then suddenly she exploded.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she howled. "I'm coming!... commmmiiiinnnngggg!... Oh God - Eddddddieeeeee!..."

"Oh Goddddd!" screamed Albie. "That cunt!... Squeezing my dick!..." He suddenly started pumping himself frantically into her spasming vagina. "Oh Godddd!... Oh fuuuccckkk!... Ohhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."

They lay there in a sweaty tangled heap on the bed, shuddering and gasping together as the sensations slowly faded. "Oh God," gasped Albie, "Joey was right... Joey was fucking right... A double come... Ohhhhhh Godddddd...!"

"Told you so, buddy." They both looked around, still breathing heavily, to see Joey's grinning face peering at them around the half-open door. "I told you, didn't I? Greatest feeling in the fucking world." His grin got even wider. "I'll go get you a coke. Looks like you need it." And he closed the door.

"Little bastard," said Albie, without heat. "Who told him to watch?" Then he reached around and tiredly squeezed one of her breasts. "Hey, Mrs Jones," he said wearily, "what's your old man gonna say when I tell him... when I tell him you were screaming another guy's name when you came? What's he gonna say, Mrs Only-My-Husband Jones?"

She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut, her face suddenly hot with shame. Oh God, you bastard, she thought hopelessly, it was the only way. It was the only way I could make myself come when you told me to. And now you're going to use that as a weapon against me as well!

And then the door opened again and Joey came in carrying two cans of coke, one of them balanced on a saucer. "Here you go, pal," he said, handing one can to Albie. "And I even got one for you too, Mrs Jones. Aren't I a nice guy?"

He popped the second can open and then stood there looking at her, holding it in his hand. "Well, Mrs Jones," he said impatiently, "do you want it or not? I'm not gonna carry it over to you like a fucking servant or something."

"Oh!..." She struggled up onto her hands and knees and moved shakily over to the edge of the bed. "I'm... I'm sorry, Joey. Thank you... thank you for being so nice." She held out one trembling hand for the can.

"Yeah." He was pouring some of the contents into the saucer. "All heart, that's me." He slid the saucer in under his flaccid penis and walked over to her, holding it carefully in front of him. "Drink up, Mrs Jones. Like a good bitch. And make sure you don't spill any on the bed."

She just looked at him, and then looked down at his penis lying in the pool of coke on the saucer. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, couldn't you be a human being? Couldn't you be a human being, just once? Instead of a FILTHY, DISGUSTING LITTLE MONSTER!... She gritted her teeth and blinked back her hopeless tears and leaned obediently forward. "Yes, Joey," she said dully, and put her mouth down against the saucer.

"Ohhhhhh!..." he gasped as her lips and tongue met his wet penis. "Oh yeah... Mrs Jones... Yeah... suck it...! And lick it all up! Specially... specially round the head of my dick... Oh yeahhhhhh...!"

She crouched trembling on the edge of the bed, while he poured the contents of the can bit by bit into the saucer and made her lick it all up. "Oh God," he kept gasping, "that's a good bitch... Round the head... Oh God - yeahhhhhh...!"

His penis was almost fully erect again by the time she had finished. "Oh God," he gasped, "there oughta be a law against that mouth!" He dumped the saucer and the empty can down on the desk and pushed her quickly back down onto the bed. "Albie," he said urgently, "I gotta fuck this bitch again. I gotta fuck her right now..." Then he stopped, half on top of her, and looked across at the other boy. "God, look at him," he said incredulously. "He's gone to sleep again!" He shook his head in disbelief as he grabbed a handful of sheet. "He's too fucking old," he went on, quickly wiping her labia and poking the sheet urgently into her vagina to mop up Albie's semen. "By the time you're nearly fifteen you're past it!"

"Ahhhhhh!..." she gasped as he rammed the sheet up between her labia. "Joey - please! Owwwwww!..."

"You're gonna be saying more than ow in a minute, bitch," he panted, throwing the sheet aside and scrambling quickly on top of her again. "Cause I'm gonna FUCK YOUR ASS OFF!"

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, grunting under him as he rammed his penis savagely into her, it never ends. When one of them's not doing it the other one is. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...!

He slid his hands urgently under her buttocks and dug his fingers deep into her tender flesh. "Gonna fuck you..." he panted, thudding himself against her. "Gonna fuck you... gonna fuck you... gonna fuck youuuuuu!..."

Suddenly he stopped, gasping and shuddering on top of her. "Oh God...! Can't... can't get there... Too many fucks... Oh God..." Then he took a deep breath and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and gritted his teeth and started again. "I'm... I'm gonna squirt my jism inside you, bitch," he panted, "if it's the last thing I do!"

What do you mean, if it's the last thing YOU do? she thought in agony, as she grunted and jerked underneath him. What about ME, for God's sake? Oh, it HURTS!...

"Getting there," he gasped desperately. "Oh God - getting there..." Then suddenly his movements speeded up. "Fucking bitch!" he howled, slapping his groin faster and faster and faster against hers. "I'm fucking youuuuuu!... Oh Godddd!... coming!... coming!... commmiiiiinnnggg!... oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."

He sagged down onto her, still panting and gasping. She hardly felt his final feeble ejaculation inside her - her whole attention was on the burning ache in her groin. Can jail possibly be worse than this, she thought in incredulous despair. She bit her lip and tried to not to sob out loud as he gave a last few tired thrusts up between her aching labia and then finally fell still.

"Ohhh yeahhhh..." he moaned. "Oh God - yeahhhhhh..." He started tiredly fondling one of her breasts. "That makes me... makes me one fuck up on Albie," he mumbled exhaustedly. "Those nearly-fifteen-year-olds... they can't take the pace... Just a few fucks... and then they go to sleeeeeep..."

She lay there under him, feeling his erection slowly softening inside her and the pain in her groin starting to fade. His breathing had settled down to a slow, even rhythm on top of her. Now what do I do, she thought helplessly. Just lie here under the little bastard until he decides to wake up again? She turned her face to one side and wearily closed her eyes. Oh God!

* * * * *

Someone was tugging insistently at her nipples. She stirred and groaned, still half asleep, and clawed feebly at the tugging fingers. "Don't..." she mumbled groggily. "Hurts...!"

"Well, just wake up then, Mrs Jones." It was Joey's impatient voice. "God, you old bitches sure spend a lot of time sleeping." He gave one final rough tug at her breasts. "Get up and get your red ass out through that door. We're gonna have a fashion show."

She blinked up at him, vaguely surprised to see that he was fully dressed. Then she struggled slowly to her feet. Oh God, she thought wearily as she stumbled out the door, what particular piece of perverted humiliation do you have planned for me now?

"C'mon, Mrs Jones." Joey waved his hand towards the end of the living room. "This is our catwalk, and you're gonna be Claudia Schiffer."

"Nah," said Albie. He was sitting on the sofa, still naked. "Not Claudia Schiffer. Claudia Schiffer's a blonde. And her tits are bigger."

Joey stood looking at her. "Not a whole lot bigger," he said thoughtfully. He went over to her and grabbed her breasts with both hands. "This old bitch has got a pretty good set."

She stood there without speaking, biting her lip and trembling, as he kept roughly kneading and squeezing her breasts. Then he ran one hand down her body and began fondling her bare pubes. "God," he said wistfully as he slid a finger up inside her vagina, "I wish I could get hard again. I'd fuck you again right now, you sexy old slut."

"Aw, come on, kid," said Albie resignedly. "If you fuck her any more today your dick'll fall off. What about this great fashion show you've been promising me?"

"Yeah. Right." Joey reluctantly withdrew his finger and stepped back. "Now, Mrs Jones," he went on, "you're our supermodel. And you get to make the first decision." He held up some clothing. "I got your clothes from your car, and I found some more in your bag. So which set cost you less money?"

She stood there looking at her open bag, and at her underthings scattered all over the floor. God, you little bastard, she thought bitterly, doesn't personal privacy mean anything to you at all? Damn you to hell!

"C'mon, Mrs Jones," Joey repeated impatiently. "Which set cost you less money?"

She stared at him, suddenly fearful. "W...why?" she faltered.

"Well, we want a sexy fashion show, Mrs Jones. And these clothes aren't exactly sexy, are they?" Joey picked up a large pair of scissors. "So I'm gonna retailor them for you. Free of charge." He looked at her again. "Last chance, Mrs Jones. Which set cost you less money? If you can't make up your mind I'll just decide for you." And he picked up one of her blouses.

"No!" she said desperately. "That... that's one of my best blouses. Oh God, not that one - please!"

"OK." He shrugged and picked up the other one. "Come over here and model this one for me. While I retailor it."

Oh you little bastard, she thought despairingly. She took the blouse from him and just stood there, running one trembling hand over the smooth material. "This one wasn't cheap, either. Oh God!" Then she slowly put it on. "Oh God," she said again.

"Just so long as you're happy with the choice, Mrs Jones." He picked up the scissors again. "Now, buddy," he said, looking across at Albie, "I wanna turn this into a real short bolero top. You tell me if I'm cutting straight, OK?"

She just stood there, with her eyes closed in despair, feeling the cold metal of the scissors against her skin and listening to the sound of fabric being steadily cut away. "Nah," Albie was saying, "you're going crooked, kid. Up a little bit. Yeah - that's it."

"How's that?" said Joey at last, stepping back to look at her. "It oughta be..." He paused, narrowing his eyes. "...just long enough so you can't quite see the bottoms of her tits..." He paused again. "Nah - I'll take off about another half inch."

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, I spent half a week's pay on this blouse.

Finally Joey was satisfied. "Yeah - that length looks pretty good. Now, buddy, waddaya think about the neckline? How many buttons should I leave down the front - one, or two?"

Albie paused, looking at her thoughtfully. "Nah," he said at last, "you gotta leave some shape to it, kid. I think you oughta leave two buttons."

"OK, pal." Joey took hold of the front of her blouse. She looked down, watching in dull despair, as he cut steadily from just above the bottom two buttons right up to her shoulder. "Yeah, that's it," he said in satisfaction as he started cutting the other side. "A nice low neckline - showing lots of cleavage, but not quite showing her nips. Yeah - that's starting to look real sexy!"

"Not bad," grunted Albie. "Not bad. But what about a skirt?"

"Getting there, buddy, getting there." Then Joey stopped and grinned across at him. "What's the matter - don'tcha like the bottomless look?" His hand was fondling her bare pubes again.

"Well, yeah," said Albie aggrievedly, "I like her bare ass fucking naked, if it comes to that. But you said this was gonna be a fashion show."

"OK, OK - one sexy miniskirt coming up." He held up both garments. "Same choice as before, Mrs Jones. Which one do you wanna donate to the cause?"

"Oh God," she muttered despairingly, "they both cost me a small fortune." Finally she held out one hand and pointed, very reluctantly. "Th...that one, I suppose." You little bastard.

"Right," said Joey cheerfully. "Put it on. And hold real still."

Both boys argued about whether Joey was cutting straight or not, and about how short it should be. She stood there numbly while Joey cut and snipped, listening to her expensive skirt being casually shredded from around her. "Well, I think that's about right," Joey was saying. "It's just long enough to reach to the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and it only just covers her cunt. It looks pretty good to me."

"Yeah," said Albie. "And it just covers all her stripes. Makes it look like we never laid a finger on her."

My God, she thought, trembling from the ache in her buttocks, it certainly doesn't FEEL like that! You sadistic little monster!

Then they made her parade up and down in front of them. "Swing those hips, Mrs Jones," said Joey. "And kinda sashay down the catwalk, and then do one of those quick swishy turns at the end. Yeah - that's it." He grinned at the other boy. "Didja see the way she flashed her cunt when she did that? Let's make her do it again."

She just gritted her teeth and kept grimly doing what she was told, waiting for it to end. And then suddenly it did.

"OK - that's it, buddy," said Joey abruptly. "Show's over. You can clap now." He turned and looked at her. "Go grab your handbag, Mrs Jones. Now we're all gonna go out shopping."

"What?" she burst out, staring at him aghast. "Not with me dressed like this! Oh my God - not like THIS!"


CHAPTER 12

Joey's hand was on her bare buttocks as the elevator descended, sliding her abbreviated skirt almost up to her waist. "I've always wanted to grope a supermodel," he said happily.

"Please, Joey," she muttered, as she tried vainly to tug the skirt back down over her exposed buttocks. "Not out here - please." She looked fearfully up at the ceiling of the elevator. "They might... they might even have security cameras or something."

Albie gave a short bark of laughter. "Man, wouldn't that be something? They'd sure have some great footage from last night!"

She felt her face growing hot. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists and just stood there, dumbly enduring Joey's fondling as they descended.

There was no one else in the basement carpark. Thank God for that, she thought, hurrying to the car ahead of them and pulling down hard on her skirt to try to keep some semblance of modesty. "Hey, Mrs Jones," Joey called from behind her, "if you keep doing that you're gonna tear it right off."

Little bastard, she thought bitterly. She quickly unlocked the car and jumped inside, grunting as her tender buttocks hit the seat. Then she reached over grudgingly to unlock the passenger doors. Now I suppose you're going to parade me around in some Sunday evening convenience store while I buy stuff for your supper, she thought despairingly. She looked down and tugged hopelessly at her reshaped neckline. My God - I won't even be able to bend over without falling out of my clothes!

Joey slid into the front passenger seat and smiled at her. "My turn to feel up the bitch driver," he said, reaching for her thigh.

She gritted her teeth as they pulled out of the carpark. Thank God it's getting dark. "Where's the nearest convenience store?" she asked dully.

Joey laughed softly. His hand was already up under her skirt. "Don't worry, Mrs Jones - I'll show you how to get there."

* * * * *

She sat there, staring out of the car window in growing horror. "That's... that's not a grocery store!" she said at last.

"Nah," said Joey. "It's a B & D store. Best one in town."

My God, she thought, staring at him, you're unbelievable. All the lowest, filthiest, most perverted places - you know them all!

"Fuck," said Albie. "How'dja find out about this place?"

"My uncle runs it. Uncle Jake. He's a great guy." Joey picked up her handbag and handed it to her. "C'mon, Mrs Jones - time to go in."

"But it's... it's restricted!" she protested. "Eighteen plus." Suddenly she felt her hopes starting to rise. "You boys can't go in there!"

"I know we can't go in there, Mrs Jones." Joey looked at her for a moment. "But you can."

* * * * *

"Excuse me." She went unwillingly over to a middle-aged man standing near one of the lurid fixtures. "Is your name Jake?"

"So who's asking?" The man turned around suspiciously, and then suddenly he took in her skimpy clothes. "Well hi, honey," he said, leering at her. "No, it ain't. But I'd be real happy to help you myself."

She flushed. "Th...thanks all the same," she muttered, turning quickly aside, "but I need to find Jake."

"He's over there, lady." The man's tone was regretful. "Behind the counter."

She hurried over to the counter, trying to ignore the stares from the other customers in the store and trying yet again to tug her hemline further down her legs. "Mister Jake?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yep. That's me." The large gray-haired man behind the counter slowly ran his eyes all over her body. "What can I do for you, pretty lady?"

She flushed even more deeply under his scrutiny and tugged at her skirt once more. "I've... I've got a message from your nephew, Joey Wilson. He's outside and he'd like to see you."

"Young Joey?" The man's face lit up. "Sure. Tell him I'll be right out."

She hurried back outside, feeling all the customers' stares on her as she left the store. Then she gritted her teeth and practically ran back across the sidewalk to the car. "My God," she said, trembling, as she got quickly back into the driver's seat, "how could you make me go into a place like that? And dressed like this, for God's sake."

"Well," said Joey impatiently, "did you give him the...? Oh hi, Uncle Jake. How's business?"

She sat watching them uneasily as they stood talking together on the sidewalk. Once or twice Jake turned around and looked at her. Oh God, she thought fearfully, what am I in for now?

They both moved slowly back towards the car, still talking. "There's only one way I can do it, kid," Jake was saying. "I'll get busted for sure if I try and bring you in through the front door. I'll have to close the place up for a while and take you all round the back."

* * * * *

Jake was staring at her openly as they walked up the back alley. "Not bad - not bad at all," he muttered. "She sure ain't wearing a bra - I can see that. She's damn near bouncing right out of her top." He looked at Joey. "She wearing any underwear at all, kid?"

Joey shrugged. "See for yourself, Uncle Jake. Mrs Jones, lift up the front of your skirt and show him."

"Oh my God!" They were almost at the back entrance by now. She stopped, trembling, and looked imploringly at the older man. "M...Mister Jake, could we please go inside first? Then I'll... I'll show you. Oh God - please!"

Joey looked immediately across at Albie. "That count as a no, buddy?"

Albie's smile was hard. "Yep. Sure does."

"So wadda we make her do?"

Albie shrugged. "You're the one she said no to, kid. It's your call."

Joey's smile broadened. He held out his hand. "Gimme your skirt, Mrs Jones."

"My God - Joey!" She looked back incredulously over her shoulder at the mouth of the alley. "For God's sake, this is DOWNTOWN!..."

He just looked at her. "Well, waddaya know," he said. "Another no." He shook his head resignedly, and took her handbag out of her unresisting hand. "So now you can gimme the top as well." Then he paused. "And if you still keep saying no we'll take them anyway. There's three of us. And then we'll walk you back out to the main street without them."

"Oh GOD!" She looked beseechingly at the older man once more. But there was no sign of pity in Jake's face. He was staring at her, breathing faster and licking his lips in anticipation.

"Oh God," she said again. She reached up with trembling fingers and began slowly and reluctantly undoing the two buttons that remained on her blouse. "People are going to see me," she said in despair, looking back over her shoulder again. "Oh my God!"

"Hey, Mrs Jones." Albie's voice came from behind her. "Joey and me are doing you a favor again. We're standing together and blocking the view from the street. You grateful for that?"

God, she thought bitterly, the things I have to be grateful for! "Yes, Albert," she muttered, "I'm very grateful. Thank you for... for blocking the view from the street." You little bastard! She slid the top off her shoulders and handed it numbly to Joey, holding one trembling arm across her bare breasts as she did so.

"You don't sound real grateful," said Joey as he took the blouse. "How about we just step apart again?"

"No! Oh God - please!" She cowered behind them, both arms across her breasts, and peered fearfully over their shoulders. "Please... please stay just like that. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for standing there..."

"Well you better get that skirt off damn fast, Mrs Jones," said Albie impatiently. "Or we'll just step right out of the way."

"Oh God!" She fumbled hastily with the fasteners, then slid the skirt quickly down her legs and stepped out of it. "Please, Mr Jake," she said imploringly as she handed it to Joey, "can't we go inside now?" She crouched down in despair behind both boys, with one arm still across her breasts and her other hand pressed hard over her exposed pubes. "Oh God, you can see I'm not wearing any underwear, can't you? Oh God - please, Mr Jake. Please can we go inside now?"

"Well, yeah." Suddenly Jake sounded almost sorry for her. "Sure looks like you're not wearing any." He glanced quickly around at the surrounding buildings. "I guess we better take you inside before someone..."

"Nah," said Joey. "You can't see her when she's like that, Uncle Jake. Mrs Jones, stand up straight and put your hands on your head. Then do a real slow turn so Uncle Jake can see for sure."

"Oh God, Joey - PLEASE!..."

"Count of three, Mrs Jones. Then you're on your own. One...... two......"

"OK, kids." Jake's voice was firm. "Let's get her inside. I don't want someone calling the cops. In this business I can't afford it."

She just put her head down and ran, hands still clamped across her breasts and pubes. As Jake locked the door behind them she slumped to the floor, trembling all over. "Oh God," she sobbed, "I can't keep DOING this! I'm going to get arrested, I'm going to get put in jail..."

"God," said Jake, "she sure does what you kids tell her. I've never seen anything like it!"

"Yeah." Albie's tone was brutal. "She's my do-anything bitch. Aren't you, Mrs Jones?"

"Oh God. Yes, Albert. But please, please, please don't keep making me..."

"Show Jake what a good bitch you are. C'mon - get up on all fours and waggle your ass for him. Like you did for me last night."

"Oh my God." She choked back her sobs and struggled up onto her hands and knees. "I'm a good doggie," she said hopelessly, wagging her hips slowly back and forth. "Oh God - I'm a good doggie."

"Bark for him, Mrs Jones. And then sit up and beg. And let's see you panting and looking real happy."

Her face flamed. She got up onto her knees and held up her hands in front of her like two paws. "Woof, woof," she said dully. Oh God, you little bastard!

"Wow!" said Jake. He was looking down at her groin. "A shaved pussy! Fuck, that looks nice." He walked slowly round her as she knelt there, running his eyes all over her naked body. Then he stiffened. "My God," he said suddenly, "look at her ass! How the hell did she get all those stripes and bruises?"

"We paddled her," said Albie shortly. "Teach her to do what she's told."

Jake looked at Albie incredulously. "God," he said again. "And you kids think I got stuff to teach YOU?"

"Sure you have." Albie waved his arm around the store. "You got all this neat stuff. And we haven't got a clue what to do with any of it."

"Yeah. Right." Jake just stood there looking at him, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "Listen, kid," he said at last, "how the hell did you...?" Then he stopped. "Aw, forget it - that's your business, I guess." He suddenly turned aside and headed off down one of the aisles. "I got something for you. Your first accessory. And this one's gonna be on the house."

"I told you to look happy, Mrs Jones." Albie was looking down at her again. "And stick out your tongue and pant."

"Here you go, kid." Jake was back, carrying a wide studded dog collar with a long thin chain. "Just the thing for a cute do-anything bitch like her. You want a demo?"

"Sure," said Albie. "It's good to learn new stuff."

"OK." Jake leaned down and buckled the collar around her neck, lifting her hair up out of the way as he did so. "It's top quality - nice and wide, with a velvet lining, so it won't mark her up. Now," he went on, "you can lead her around, just like with a regular collar and lead..." He tugged at the chain. "C'mon, girlie, let's go walkies like a good doggie..." And he led her around on all fours for a while in front of them.

"Fuck," said Joey, "look at her tits, willya? Look at the way they wobble around when she's crawling."

She just hung her head, with her hair hanging down all around her face, and struggled around dumbly behind Jake on her hands and knees. Oh God, she thought despairingly, what am I now? For God's sake, what am I now...?"

"And..." Jake continued, "you see this nice long leather loop on the end of the chain? Well, the reason it's so long is it gives you extra control. You can use it..." He paused. "...to bring her to HEEL!" And as he spoke he leaned back and flicked the end of the leather loop hard against her left buttock.

"Owwwww!" she yelped, galloping suddenly ahead on all fours. "Oh God!"

"Yaaay!" said Joey enthusiastically. "Way to go, Uncle Jake. Do it again!"

"Then there's stuff called lunging. Well, anyway, that's what they call it when you do it with horses. You kinda shorten up the chain and get a good grip on it with your left hand..." Jake leaned forward, hefting the leather loop in his other hand. "...And then you get her crawling..." [whack!] "...round and round you in a circle..." [whack! whack! whack!] "...real fast!" [Whack! whack! whack! whack! whack!...]

"Owwwwww!" she wailed, crawling frantically around him as fast as she could on the end of the chain. "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww!..."

"God," said Albie, raising his voice over her wailing, "I never thought you could do so much with one dog lead!"

"Oh there's more, kid!" Jake was having to raise his voice as well. He finally stopped hitting her and she collapsed sobbing in a heap on the floor in front of him. "For little doggie bitches that won't get up and walk when they're told, you got this extra long chain..." He leaned down and gripped her around the waist, hoisting her bodily up off the floor. "Gimme a hand with her," he gasped, "and I'll show you."

Both boys ran over and grabbed her. "Oh God, please," she wept. "No more hitting - please! Oh God, my bottom!..."

"Hell," said Jake, pausing with the chain still in his hand, "she ain't got much stamina, has she?"

"Well," Joey panted as he struggled to hold her up, "like we told you, we have been kinda paddling her a little bit ourselves."

A little bit, she thought bitterly. My God - you nearly killed me! "All right," she said hopelessly, "I'll stay up off the floor. But please don't hit me any more. Please!..."

Jake leaned forward, still breathing heavily. "Now, like I was saying, you got this extra long chain. And you run it..." He turned her collar around until the chain was hanging down under her neck. "...along underneath her and out between her legs. And then you pull it up between her ass cheeks - like this!"

"Oh...!" she gasped as he tightened the chain.

"...And then you bring it forward again over her head - you see why it's so long? - and then every time you pull on it, the chain digs into her cunt and kinda encourages her to move along. See?"

"Oh!" she gasped again. "Ohhh!... Owwwwww!..." She moved forward as fast as she could. "Owwwwww! Please!..."

Jake stopped pulling, and then stood looking down at her for a moment. "God," he said, licking his lips, "she sure is the sweetest-looking little bitch!" He looked at the boys. "I turned sixty last month, but she's making me as hard as hell. I don't suppose you kids'd let me..." His voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Fuck her?" said Albie. "Sure. Go ahead - be our guest."

"Honest? That'd be OK?" Jake hesitated again. "Uh, it might take me a while. You boys wanna fuck her first?"

Joey gave a rather tired smile. "Uncle Jake," he said, "we've been fucking her non-stop since yesterday. Fucks, blow jobs, hand jobs, hosing her face with cum, reaming her up the ass - you name it, we've done it. She's fucked our dicks dry."

Jake looked back down at her. "God," he said incredulously, "you're a hot one, aren't you?" Then he leered. "Like 'em young, huh?"

She felt her face beginning to burn. No, she wanted to scream - it's all been blackmail! Blackmail and rape! And humiliations and beatings and... Oh my God! She hung her head and tried not to sob.

He rattled her chain. "OK, little doggie," he said, "let's go have that fuck. Dog fashion, naturally." And then he laughed.

"Mrs Jones." Albie's voice caught her attention and she turned unwillingly back to look at him. "You're not gonna talk much, are you, Mrs Jones? While he's fucking you. You're not gonna talk much at all. Are you?"

She just crouched there, looking up at him and trembling, with Jake's hand still tight on her dog chain. Oh God, she thought despairingly - just like last night. You'll leave me here naked if I open my mouth, won't you? She turned hopelessly aside and let Jake lead her away.

The little room was dirty. She could feel the grit against her knees and palms as she crawled across the floor. Jake slackened off the chain and turned round to look at her. "OK, girlie," he said, "up on the bed. Stick your face down and your tail up, like a good little bitch. It's fuck the doggie time!"

Even the mattress smelled bad. She shuddered as she pressed her face down against the dirty cover. Then she just stayed there dumbly, bottom raised, listening to him getting undressed behind her. "Get those knees apart, girlie," he said. "I want a good view of that sweet little doggie snatch." Then she jumped as his fingers found her vagina and started fondling her. "You wet for me, baby?" he said softly. "You wet for me?"

His fingers were skillful. "Ohhhh!..." she gasped. "Uhhhh!..." She started moving in spite of herself. "Ohhhhhh!..."

"Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "you want it all right. Like I thought - you are one hot little bitch." The bed groaned under his weight as he climbed up onto it and then slid his erection into her vagina. "Oh God!" he gasped. "Ohhhhh Godddddd!..." Then he gripped her around the hips and settled down to a slow steady thrusting from behind.

My God, she thought hopelessly, look at me! Whoring in the back room of a sleazy bondage store. She clenched her fists and beat them against the dirty mattress in utter despair. For God's sake, how much lower can I...?

Jake's voice broke through her despair. "Getting you... getting you going, aren't I, girlie?" he gasped. "I can see you... uhhhhhh! ...clenching those cute little fists of yours." He reached around under her and shakily squeezed her dangling breasts as he kept slowly thrusting. "One thing about us old guys... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... we... we last longer... Oh shit! - what a sweeeeeet pussy...!"

He was breathing hoarsely now, thudding himself heavily against her again and again as he labored to come. She groaned as his groin pounded at her sore buttocks and jammed her eyes shut, trying to hold back her tears. Her hands found the sides of the mattress and gripped hard. "Oh God," she whispered brokenly. "Oh God!"

"Oh yeah!" he panted. "Oh yeah!... I can FEEL it!... Uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!... Oh God! It's... it's coming!... Uhhhhhh!... uhhhhhh!..." He started frantically mashing her breasts with his hands. "Oh Godddd!... Uuuuuuuhhhhhh!..."

She collapsed under his weight with a grunt of distress as he sagged down onto her. "Oh God," he sighed, his hands still under her body gripping her breasts, "you sweet... sweet... SWEET little bitch..." He pushed himself slowly up against her buttocks a few more times. "Oh God," he sighed again, "how did those lucky little bastards... ever get a hold of you?" Then he gave another long sigh and slowly levered himself up off her. "OK, girlie," he said wearily, "that's it. Fun's over. Back to business. God - what a sweet fuck...!"

She lay there while he dressed, trembling with shame and despair and self-disgust. She could feel his semen slowly trickling out of her vagina. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, staring at the wall, I'm going to do it - I swear I am. As soon as we're back at the apartment I'm going to slit my throat!

"C'mon, girlie." A tug at her chain brought her back to reality. "Get up. We got shopping to do."

She stumbled numbly behind him as he led her out of the room. "Hey, kids," he called out, "where are you? I'm finished with this sweet bitch of yours. You want a tour of the store now?"

Both boys were standing at one of the fixtures, picking up the items and turning them over in their hands. Albie turned and grinned at him. "How'd you go? Fuck her OK?"

"God, yes!" Jake turned back to her and reeled in her chain, making her stumble against him. He put one arm around her and hugged her. "She is the sweetest little bitch!"

"Yeah," said Albie, "she's got a sweet cunt, all right." He stood looking at her for a moment. "Mrs Jones, give Jake a nice big kiss. And thank him for fucking you. You wouldn't want him to think he raped you or anything, would you?"

She felt her face go scarlet. She blinked sullenly at Albie, then strained up unwillingly on tiptoe and cradled Jake's face between her two trembling hands. "Th..thank you for fucking me," she said dully, and kissed him.

"Hey, Jake." Albie was still talking. "You got internet here?"

"What?..." gasped Jake, coming up for air. "Oh, you sweet bitch..."

"Internet," Albie repeated. "You know - World Wide Web."

"Oh - yeah." Jake waved vaguely in the direction of the counter with one hand as he fondled her bare buttocks with the other. "That PC on the desk there - I leave it hooked up twenty four seven. For downloading bondage pics. Sometimes it gives the customers new ideas, and then they buy more stuff." He gripped her buttocks with both hands and pressed her groin in against his. "Oh God," he sighed, "if only I could get hard again..."

As she stood there wincing under Jake's fondling she saw Albie heading for the computer. Oh God, she thought despairingly, I know what you're going to do, you little bastard... And then Jake grabbed her by the face and started kissing her again.

"Yeah," said Albie delightedly from behind the counter. "Got it!" And as Jake kept kissing her she heard it, faintly but unmistakably from across the room: Don't stop, Joeeeeeyyyyy! Fuck me - fuck me! - fuck meeeeee!...

Jake wrenched his mouth away from hers and looked across at Albie. "What the hell's that?" he asked.

"Aw, nothing much," said Albie casually. "Just a little porno movie I found on the Web. Not real interesting." He got up and started slowly back towards them, looking deliberately into her face as he came closer. "I think my do-anything bitch is just about ready for a tour of your store. Waddaya say, Mrs Jones?"

Oh God, she thought hopelessly, he really can do it! He really can find and send that damn video clip from anywhere. "Y...yes, Albert," she faltered aloud, her lip trembling, "I'd... I'd really like a tour of the store." Oh God help me!

Jake grudgingly released her, after another quick fondle. "Yeah," he said reluctantly, "I did say it was time for business, didn't I?" He gave her bare bottom one last pat, making her wince, and then picked up her chain. "OK - we start over here. Hey, Joey, why don't you bring one of those shopping trolleys? Then you can start collecting any stuff that you like."

He led them down an aisle labeled RESTRAINTS. "All kinds of gear here," he said. "Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, collars, belts, chains, arm sheaths, spreader bars, hoods, gags... You name it, we stock it."

Albie stared around him, momentarily silenced. "So... so waddaya recommend?" he said at last.

"Well," Jake said slowly, "depends what you wanna do with her." He picked up two leather cuffs hanging from a short leather strap. "I think this'd be a good start. It'll keep her hands out of the way while we try some other stuff on her."

"Yeah," said Joey eagerly, "let's do it! How do you use them, Uncle Jake?"

"It's real easy. You get her hands round behind her back - c'mon, kids, you can hold one arm each - and then you put the cuffs on. Yeah - that's it! And now we turn her collar around, with the chain at the back, and pull her wrists up..."

"Owwwww!" she gasped. "Not so far up! Oh God - please!..."

"...And clip the strap onto the same D-ring as the chain..." Jake stepped back, breathing heavily. "And there you go!"

"Oh God - please! Too far up... Hurting me...!"

Jake smiled, and then reached forward to fondle her out-thrust breasts. "You'll get used to it, girlie. You're gonna be real limber and fit by the time we've finished with you." He took hold of the chain again. "And now," he went on, "I'll show you something else you can do with a nice long chain like this. You run it down her back... through between her legs... and then pull it up tight between her pussy lips. Just like... this!"

"Ahhhhh...!" She strained up on tiptoe. "Owwwww! Oh God!..."

"...And then you sling the chain over your shoulder - like this - and then you tow her along to the next section in the store. See?"

"Ohhhh!..." she gasped, straining at her cuffs and hurrying frantically behind him on tiptoe. "Oh!... Owww!... Owww!... Oh God - please!..."

Suddenly he stopped, slackening off the chain. "Ohhhhh," she sighed gratefully, settling back trembling down onto her heels again. "Oh God!"

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully, looking back at her, "there's something else she needs before we go on. Something she needs real bad." He reached over to the display and picked up a large red ball gag. "Open your mouth, girlie."

"No," she muttered through gritted teeth, shaking her head from side to side. "No!"

Jake smiled again. "OK, then," he said, "we'll do it the hard way." And he wrenched her chain upwards as hard as he could.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, leaping back up on tiptoe with her mouth gaping open from the pain. "Mmmmppppphhhhhh!" she gasped as Jake jammed the ball gag straight into her open mouth. "Ummmmmmffffff!" He quickly dropped the chain and grabbed her behind the head, forcing the ball further into her mouth with his other hand.

"C'mon, kids," he panted as he struggled with her, "don't just stand there! One of you grab the gag straps and do 'em up behind her head!"

Between the three of them she was soon subdued. "That was real stupid, girlie," Jake panted, stepping back to look at her. "You coulda had a tooth knocked out or something."

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, shaking her head despairingly from side to side. "Mmmmmmm!"

"Look at her drooling," said Joey. "It's running all down her chin!"

"Yeah," said Jake. "One of the nice things about a ball gag. Makes them look like they've got a mouthful of cum or something." He tugged at her chain again. "C'mon, girlie. Next section." Then he smiled at Joey. "Things oughta be a little bit quieter from now on."

She hurried desperately behind him on tiptoe, grunting from the tug of the chain up between her labia. Then she caught a glimpse of the sign over the next section and almost screamed with horror into her gag. PUNISHMENT the sign said.

The next hour was almost nothing but pain. First, both boys held her, with her wrists still cuffed behind her back, while Jake teased her nipples to erection and then clamped a crushingly spring-loaded clip onto each one. Then they released her, and laughed while she ran wildly around with her chain trailing behind her, screaming into her gag and frantically banging and rubbing her breasts against anything she could find, trying desperately to dislodge the excruciating clamps from her tortured nipples.

After they had tired of that they fastened a spreader bar to her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. Then Jake and Albie held her up on her feet while Joey manipulated her almost to the point of orgasm, and then ran a little metal wheel with needle-sharp points all over her erect nipples and her labia and her swollen clitoris - oh God, her clitoris! - and then continued manipulating her and running the sharp little points over her clitoris again and again until she came. And the pleasure-pain, pain-pleasure almost drove her completely insane.

Then when she had recovered, Jake clamped little clips with viciously serrated teeth onto her labia. And they made her squat awkwardly, still with the spreader bar on her ankles, and hung heavy weights from the clips, and beat her bare buttocks with a strap until she finally managed to straighten her knees and slowly and excruciatingly hoist the weights up off the floor. And then they set the weights swinging back and forth on her grotesquely stretched labia, and held her upright while she shrieked and wailed and howled into her gag. It was only when Albie became concerned that she might be stretched permanently out of shape that they finally stopped.

Then Jake held her over a table by her chain, while both boys tried out a variety of whips and paddles and crops and quirts on her reddened bottom. "Careful," said Albie. "Don't hit her where it's gonna show after she gets dressed." And then he started hitting her buttocks even harder, while she jerked and shrieked and strained at her cuffs and kicked her legs out frantically behind her.

Finally it was over. She huddled naked and shivering and whimpering in an old armchair, squeezing her thighs gingerly together around her tortured groin and slowly massaging her aching nipples and her cramped shoulders. She could still taste the rubber taste of the ball gag, and her jaw ached from being stretched open for so long. Oh God, she thought in dull despair as she tried to find a less painful position for her punished buttocks, so this is what it's like in hell!

"That's a lotta stuff you got there, kid." Jake was looking at Joey's loaded trolley. "You got any idea how much it's all gonna cost?"

"But we let you fuck her, Uncle Jake," Joey protested. "Don't we get some payback for that?"

Jake just looked at him. "Listen, kid, I can fuck a cute young college girl for only a coupla hundred. There's no way she's worth more than that. And you got about seven or eight hundred bucks worth of stuff there."

She slowly closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought dully, here I am in hell, and I don't even make the grade as a whore. And she shivered again.

Jake was still talking. "OK - seeing you're family I'm gonna be real, real generous. I'll give you two fifty credit for the fuck. But that still leaves..." He quickly scanned each item through the cash register. "...four eighty six bucks owing. And you're not taking that stuff outa here till I get it - family or no family!"

"But Uncle Jake..." Joey protested again.

"It's OK, kid." It was Albie's voice. "Our do-anything bitch is gonna pay for it. Aren't you, Mrs Jones?"

"What...?" She opened her eyes and stared blankly up at him. Then she slowly rubbed her sore nipples once more. "Oh God..."

"Lemme see." Albie dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a fistful of crumpled bills. "You've still got..." He counted them. "...fifty six bucks in cash. That's not enough. So I guess you're gonna have to use your credit card to get us outa here. Aren't you?" He picked up her purse and handed it to her.

Out of here. The words finally penetrated. If I pay I can get out of here. Out of this hell! She started fumbling in her purse, looking for her credit card. But she couldn't find it. She searched again, her hands trembling, but she still couldn't find it. Finally she dumped the entire contents of the purse into her naked lap and scrabbled through them. "My credit card," she said desperately. "It's gone!"

Joey giggled. "You haven't lost stuff again, have you, Mrs Jones? God, you sure are careless with your things."

She just looked at him. You bastard, she thought hopelessly. You horrible, horrible, horrible little bastard! She glanced quickly across at Jake and trembled. Oh God, what now? For God's sake - what now?

Jake looked at his nephew and gave a wry smile. "So you wanna play that kind of game, do you, kid? OK - I'll play along." Then he turned at looked down at her. "Looks like you're gonna have to work off the debt, girlie."

I knew it, she thought despairingly. More rape - more torture! Oh God, it'll take him so long to get his money's worth he'll keep me here in this hell all night!

"There's only one problem." Suddenly Jake looked quite wistful. "There's no way I'm gonna be able to get it up again tonight. Not after that fuck she gave me." He turned away and moved over to his computer. "But I got another idea. Joey, do me a favor, willya? Go look down the back of the store and see if you can find an old cardboard stand with a poster on it - about six foot high. I need it." And he settled down in front of his computer and started typing.

Joey came back with the poster before he had finished. "That's great, kid." He got up from the computer and turned the cardboard stand around so that the blank back was facing into the store. "Hey, girlie," he said - "c'mere. C'mere and stand in front of this for a while."

Oh God, she thought fearfully as she limped painfully over towards him, what's it going to be now? Some fresh piece of hell, that's for sure!

He posed her in front of the blank cardboard, with her head thrown back and one knee forward and her left hand held out in front of her. "Great," he said. "Perfect! Hold that pose." And he picked up a black marker and quickly sketched her outline on the surface behind her. Then he moved her aside and touched up the silhouette until he was satisfied. "Not bad," he said at last. "Not bad at all. Her tits and ass look great, even if do I say so myself. Waddaya think, kids?"

"Looks good," said Albie. "But what's it for?"

"I'm not finished yet, kid." Jake went back to his computer. "You'll see when I'm done." And he started typing again. "Let's see," he muttered. "About 30 point text oughta do it. Yeah - now we print."

He stuck the sheet of paper up in the top left corner of the poster and stepped back. "How's that?" he asked.

She stood there in growing horror, reading the large lettering. "Oh God," she whispered.

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TRY AFTER YOU BUY!

Our naked model Amanda will
test drive your purchases if you
want. Please ask at the counter.

She will:

- model your lingerie purchases;

- let you try out your clamps and
whips and paddles on her, and tell
you which ones are the most
effective.

ONLY PURCHASES THAT HAVE
BEEN PAID FOR CAN BE
TESTED (BUT EXCHANGES
CAN BE MADE FOR OTHER
GOODS OF SIMILAR VALUE).

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"Hey," said Joey, "what a fantastic great idea! Uncle Jake, you're a genius." He looked at the older man. "Can we stay and watch?"

"Just a sec." Jake was back at the computer. "I just had another idea." He sat working for a while longer and then took a second sheet out of the printer. Then he carefully positioned it halfway down the right side of the poster, just above the silhouette of her buttocks.

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BONUS KITS - $80

(With every purchase of $400 or
more)

A pack of mixed condoms, and
Amanda to try them out on (in, that
is!). Decide which type of condom
you like best, and then we'll give
you three packs of that type for
free.

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"Yeah," he said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire the poster, "that'll do. That'll do just great." He turned to her and beckoned. "C'mere, girlie. Let's see how it looks with you posing naked in front of it."

"No." She started shaking her head, slowly at first and then faster and faster. "No! Oh God - no!" She felt her knees giving way and she sank naked to the floor in front of him. "Oh God," she sobbed in despair, "I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore! Oh my God, a week ago I had... I had a NORMAL LIFE!" Suddenly she threw herself forward and clutched him round the ankles. "Oh Mr Jake, you must've had a mother, you must have sisters. Oh God, don't do this to me! Don't do this to me - pleeeeeease!"

There was an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of her hopeless sobbing against Jake's feet. Then she slowly became aware of Albie clicking and tapping at the computer keyboard behind the counter. He started singing some homemade tune under his breath. "Six years..." he crooned softly. "Maybe seven... With a big fat dyke... And a piss bucket in the corner..." He paused. "There!" he said with satisfaction. "One email - ready to go."

"No!" she screamed. "Oh God - noooooo!" She leapt frantically to her feet and rushed over to the poster. "Oh God, Albert, I'm doing it," she gabbled, looking desperately at him over her shoulder as she held herself in position. "I'm posing in front of the poster, I'm doing what I'm told, I'm not saying no! Oh God, Albert - NOOOOOO!"

Jake stood looking incredulously back and forth between the two of them. "God!" he said at last. "Kid, you gotta tell me - you just gotta tell me! What the fuck are you holding over this bitch, for God's sake?"

"Enough," said Albie grimly, staring steadily at her. "Enough so she's always gonna do what I tell her. Aren't you, Mrs Jones?"

She just stood there, holding the pose with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Yes, Albert," she whispered in utter despair. "Oh God - yes!"

"You gonna open up now, Uncle Jake?" It was Joey's eager voice. "I wanna see them all doing it to her."

You little bastard, she thought hopelessly. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't even be here at all! Oh God, I...

"I dunno." Jake's reluctant voice broke through her thoughts. "Those guys weren't real happy when I shut up shop early. I don't think a lot of them are gonna come back if I open up again now." He let out a regretful sigh. "Looks like we might have to do this some other night." Then he looked sharply at Albie. "But don't go thinking you can welch on this deal, kid!"

She felt a sudden surge of hope. I'll have time to pay the debt! she thought with a desperate rush of relief. I won't have to come here at all! "M...Mister Jake," she said, her voice trembling, "I can find my credit card by tomorrow. Or get another one! I'll pay you right after school tomorrow - I swear I will!"

"Do what you like, Mrs Jones." Albie sounded suddenly indifferent. "But you're gonna come back here one way or the other. This idea's too good to miss out on. Specially if Jake pays me a percentage."

"Hey - no, problem, kid." Jake suddenly started smiling. "How does ten percent sound?"

"Oh nooooo!" She sank to the floor again in utter despair. "Oh God - noooooo!"

"On the gross?"

"Hey, that doesn't leave me a lot of profit margin. How about seven and a half?"

She lay there huddled in a trembling naked ball on the floor, listening to them negotiating over her head. Oh God, she thought, shivering in hopeless despair, I'm being sold into slavery. For God's sake, this is the twenty first century!

"Come along, Mrs Jones." She jumped as Albie's sneaker poked at her bare buttock. "Time to go. Jake doesn't need you back here till next Wednesday."

She stood there dumbly putting her clothes back on as Joey handed them to her. Then she walked listlessly over to the armchair and scooped up the contents of her purse. "Oh God," she said again as she stumbled towards the door.

"Hey, Uncle Jake." Joey turned back and looked over his shoulder. "What if the cops come in here and see that sign?"

"Don't worry, kid - I can smell a cop a mile away. I'll have that poster turned around before they're even in the door." Jake turned it swiftly around to display a lurid picture of a woman in latex and chains. "See?"

She sat in the car, still trembling, and looked hopelessly across at Albie. "Albert, you... you're not really going to make me come back here and do that. Are you, Albert? For God's sake!"

"What's the problem, Mrs Jones?" Joey's voice came from the back seat. "It's all gonna be safe sex. Didn't you hear what Uncle Jake said? They're all gonna use condoms!"

"Yeah," said Albie. "And another thing, Mrs Jones. I'm starting to get real pissed off with all your whining. Specially in front of other people. From now on when I tell you to do something you just fucking do it. You got that?"

She just closed her eyes. "Yes, Albert," she said hopelessly. "Oh God!"

"And now," he went on, "we're all gonna go to a pizza place on the way home. I'm starving. And you're gonna come in with us in those clothes. And you're not gonna fucking whine about it. Got it?"

There's no pity, she thought despairingly. There's no pity - and there's no hope. Oh God!

She was crying again as she reached forward and started the car.

* * * * *

"God," said Joey as Albie locked the apartment door behind them, "that pizza tasted great. Just great. That was real nice of you, Mrs Jones. Real generous."

"They called me a slut," she said dully. "I heard them - they were standing behind us. They said, 'Look at that slut. Look how she's dressed in front of those two young boys.' "  Her lip trembled. "Oh God, why did you make me go in there dressed like this? Why?"

"Awww," said Joey, stroking her face in mock sympathy, "did the nasty peoples say nasty things about your clothes? Daddy can fix that for you - Daddy can take off the bad clothes and throw them away." He unbuttoned her top and slid it down her arms. Then he unfastened her skirt and pulled it down to her knees and left it there. "And Daddy'll take off his bad clothes and get naked too. 'Cause Daddy's just about ready..." He paused, and sneered at her. "...for another FUCK!"

"God, kid," said Albie, as he stood watching Joey's erection come bobbing free, "you got more stamina than me. I'm not even halfway hard again."

"Yeah," said Joey as he peeled off his shirt. "Well, I've been getting hard ever since she started crawling round in front of me, with her bald cunt sticking out under her ass. And that's just the way I wanna fuck her now - crawling!" He turned to her. "C'mon, Mrs Jones," he said impatiently - "finish getting naked. I'm not gonna do every fucking thing for you, for God's sake."

"Oh God." She pulled her arms out of her top and stepped out of her skirt. Then she came over and got down obediently on her hands and knees in front of him, still trembling. "Oh God," she said again, and hung her head.

Joey knelt down behind her. "Get your knees apart," he said roughly. "How am I supposed to stick my dick up your cunt when you're like that?" He grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed his erect penis up into her vagina, making her groan. "Oh God," he gasped, "for an old bitch you sure have got a nice cunt!" He gave a couple of experimental thrusts and then stopped. "OK, doggie bitch," he said, "now we're gonna have a crawling fuck. Every time I do THIS!... uuuuuuhhhh! ...you're gonna crawl one step forward. And you're gonna say 'woof, woof!' Got it, doggie bitch?"

"Yes, Joey." Oh God!

"OK," he panted, "then here we go... Uuuuuuuhhh!..."

She crawled forward, wincing from the impact against her sore buttocks. "Woof, woof," she said obediently. Oh God!

"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."

"Woof, woof."

"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."

"Woof, woof."

"Uuuuuuuhhhh!..."

"Woof, woof." Oh God!

She had crawled all the way across the living room and in through the door of the master bedroom before his breathing finally started to speed up. "Oh God!" he gasped. "Oh yeah!... Oh God!... I'm fucking coming!... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Uuuuuuuhhhh!.... Oh fuck!... Oh Goddddddd!... Oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!..."

They were lying together in a heap on the floor, with Joey still panting hoarsely, when Albie came in. Now he was naked as well. He closed the door behind him. "There we are, Mrs Jones," he said. "Just the three of us." Then he held up the heavy bag from Jake's shop. "And all this great stuff. Isn't that cosy?"

"Oh God," gasped Joey. "Just... just gimme a minute, buddy." He squeezed one of her breasts and then ran his hand shakily down over her hip. "Oh God - how many fucks does that make since yesterday? I've lost count..."

Albie emptied the bag out noisily onto the bed. "Yeah," he said. "Well, now I wanna get hard again too. And maybe some of this stuff'll do the trick." He looked down at the two of them on the floor. "C'mon, kid," he said impatiently, "get your dick out of her cunt for a change. I want her up here on the bed."

"Ohhhhhh fuck..." Joey rolled wearily away from her and lay on his back on the floor. "Oh God," he said tiredly, "I've never fitted so many fucks into just one weekend. This is fucking great!..."

Great for who, she thought bitterly. Not for me, that's for sure! She struggled up shakily onto her hands and knees. His semen was starting to trickle down her thighs.

Albie stood watching her as she dragged herself to her feet. "Mrs Jones," he said suddenly, "you looked good walking around out there without any underwear. You looked real, real good."

She stood there blinking sullenly at him. Oh yes, she thought bitterly, it was wonderful fun. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

"In fact," Albie continued, "you looked so good that that's the way I want you from now on. No underwear. No underwear when you're home, no underwear when you're out shopping, no underwear at school." He reached out and fondled one of her breasts. "So I can feel you up whenever I want. Or maybe even fuck you in the school storeroom if I feel like it."

She just looked at him. Then she felt the tears starting. "Albert... Albert, I can't! Oh for God's sake, I can't do that. Everyone'll notice, for God's sake!" She sank down in despair onto the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. "Oh my God - I just CAN'T!..."

"Awww, shucks." Joey was sitting up on the floor now, looking at her. "Real modest, are we? Don't want our boobs bouncing up and down the hallways, do we?" He looked across at Albie. "How about we let her buy back her bra, buddy?"

Albie looked puzzled. "Waddaya mean, kid? Pay us for it or something? That's not what I want. I wanna feel her up any time I like."

"Nah," said Joey, "I don't mean money." He struggled up off the floor, and waved his hand at the bondage equipment scattered all over the bed. "We got all this great stuff, right? So we make her pay a price for wearing a bra." He bent down and picked up a nipple clamp, and then reached over and grabbed one of her breasts. "And the price is..." He attached the clamp to her nipple and began to slowly screw it tight.

"Ohhhh!..." she gasped.

"...For each tit that she's got inside a bra cup she's gotta wear one of these - all day." And he kept slowly tightening the little screw.

"Oh God!" Her hands flapped frantically near her breast, wanting desperately to remove the clamp but fearing what they might do to her. "Owwwwww! - take it off, take it off, take it offff!..."

Then he smiled at her and held up two different clamps, wicked-looking little devices with sharp serrated teeth. "And if you wanna wear panties, Mrs Jones, then you gotta wear two of THESE on your cunt lips..."

"What the hell's going on here?" The deep male voice from the doorway suddenly made them all turn around in alarm.

"Dad!" gasped Albie in horror. "Oh my God!"


To be continued in Part 5...

    

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