Author: Hungry Guy & Romangirl
Title:  HUNGRY FOR SUSAN
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: Incompetent salesman sells his wife into white-slavery to keep his job. Romangirl's stories can be found at http://storiesonline.net/library/auth_get.php?id=1895 
Keywords: MF WM WM BM BM WF M/F interr Mdom Fsub oral bd rim anal nc rape tort humil bi toy snuff caution
Language: english

HUNGRY FOR SUSAN 
STORY BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)
PHOTO BY:  Romangirl

    *** OWEN ***

    Owen woke up with a boner.  "Sue," he whispered as he woke his sleeping wife.  "Let me fuck you in the ass before I leave on my trip."  His wife never let him, but he never gave up hope.  He knew he'll be away from home on business for the next 20 days, and he knew that she'd be over her anger at him by then, so it was worth a shot.

    "Owen," she yawed.  "No kiss?  No snuggle?  Just, 'Let me fuck you in the ass'?"

    "Yeah!" he leered.

    "You got a case!  Can't you ever get me hot first?  And then cool me down after?  You always just bang me and then roll over and go to sleep."

    "Yeah!  What else is there?" he mocked.

    She sighed and suggested, "Why don't you go down on me?  That would heat me up so good!"

    "Not that again!" he moaned.  "That's perverted!"

    She huffed and said, "Enjoy your business trip, Owen."  Then she rolled back to sleep.

    Owen dressed and left without another word to his wife.  He arrived at the office and stopped into the boss's office to get any last-minute sales leads so as to be able to make a few cold calls before he left.

    "Have a seat, Owen," the boss said in the voice of a big husky black man whom, somehow, looked out of place in a suit and tie.

    "What's up, Duane?" Owen asked.

    "You know your sales were way down last month?"

    "Yeah, Duane. I know, but I can't help the way the economy is."

    "You always say that, Owen.  I get tired of hearing it."  Duane slid a manila file folder across the desk to Owen.  "Here's some sales leads.  Go get 'em, tiger!"

    Owen took the file and headed to his office where he spent the next few hours making cold calls.

    At around noon, Owen checked his watch.  "Time for lunch," he said absentmindedly.  Owen walked back over to the boss's office and stopped in again.

    "What's up Owen?"

    "I was just about to go for lunch before I left on my route. Care to join me?  I'm buying!"

    Duane shrugged, "Sure, why not?  Since you're buying."

    They stopped in the bar down the street.  They found and empty table and a waitress came up to them.  "What you boys having?" she asked.

    "I'll have you!" Owen said.

    "Make that two!" Duane added.

    "I'm not on the menu, boys," she giggled.  "How about a beer?"

    "Beer's fine," Duane said.

    She headed back to the bar to get their beers.

    "So, Duane," Owen said.  "You still into that BDSM shit?"

    "Yeah," Duane answered.  "I just traded my old slave for a new one!  Say, how's your wife?"

    "I dunno.  She's okay I guess.  She was still sleeping when I left for work this morning.  Why do you keep asking about my wife?" Owen asked.

    "Man!  I'd love to own your wife as my slave!  Redheads really turn me on!"

    "Ha!  I'd give anything to watch you bang the shit out of Susan! Always nagging me to go down on her, but never gives me what I want. I wish I could sell her to you, man!"  Owen glanced at a buxom woman sitting at the bar. "I'd go for a piece that that ass over there in a flash!  But, you know Sue's a good mother to the kids and everything."

    The waitress came by with their beers.  "That'll be six dollars gents.  Who's paying?"

    "I am," Owen said, and slid his chair away from the table.  "Here's a ten, but you gotta sit on my lap if you want it."

    She turned her back to him and sat on his lap, putting her arm around his shoulder.

    "Okay, where's my tip?"

    "Here," Owen said and slid the ten down her cleavage.

    "Now, before you leave," Owen said, "what's on the lunch menu today, honey?"

    Duane and Owen gave the waitress their lunch order.  She got up  from Owen's lap and headed off to the kitchen.

    Owen left on his regional sales route after lunch.  His route kept him away from home about 20 days each month.

    Three weeks later, Owen returned to the office late in the afternoon and stopped into Duane's office.

    Duane looked up as Owen dropped his customer orders on Duane's desk.

    Duane picked up the pack of orders and shuffled through them.  "Sales still down again?  What did I tell you three weeks ago?"

    "C'mon Duane!  You know I can't help the way the economy is!"

    "Yeah, right..." Duane muttered and kept looking through the papers.

    "What the fuck!" Duane sputtered.

    "What?" Owen asked, timidly.

    "You lost the Megatelco account?"

    "They found a cheaper supplier."

    "Why didn't you call me, Owen?"

    "The buyer didn't want to start haggling between suppliers.  And our margin was already pretty slim with them.  What would a bidding war have gotten us?  C'mon, Duane, it's almost five, let's stop for a drink.  I'm buying!"

    "Sure, Owen," Duane agreed.

    They headed back down to their regular hangout.

    "Look Owen," Duane began.  "I gotta tell you.  It's getting harder and harder to justify you to the boss upstairs, you know? He's going to hit the roof when he hears about Megatelco, if he hasn't already..."

    "Hey Duane," Owen interrupted.  "Feel like getting laid?  Whad'ya say we stop at _Lolita's Funhouse_ after dinner?  Maybe you'll get that redhead again."

    "Yeah, sounds good," Duane agreed.

    ###

    When Owen arrived at the office the next morning, Duane called him into the office.

    "What's up, Duane?" Owen asked.

    "The big boss says I gotta drop some headcount.  After losing Megatelco, the business is going to be hurting."

    "But boss..." Owen stammered.

    "Look, Owen.  You want to keep your job?"

    "Of course!"

    "I want your wife!"

    "You want Susan?"

    "I want to own her, man!  Make her my slave!  For life!"

    "Yeah, I know you do!" Owen laughed.

    "I'm serious this time, man!"

    "C'mon, Duane," Owen said, "She's my wife.  She's got a great body.  Nice tits, man!  One of these days, I know she's going to let me fuck her in the ass."

    Duane persisted, "You keep telling me how you wish you were free to fuck around, right?"

    "Well, yeah!"

    "I'll even send you the photos of me banging her eyes out!"

    "Wow!" Owen gasped.  "I mean, I don't know.  She's my wife and all..."

    "Your job?" Duane asked.  "Or your wife?"

    Owen thought for a moment.  "Can I be there the first time you fuck her to watch?  Man!  She's so sexy!  If only she wasn't so damn frigid!  You know how much that'll turn me on to watch you bang the shit out of her?  Maybe even make a video?  You know, to remember her by?"

    "Yeah, I know your fantasies too well, man!" Duane said with a grin.  "You told me once how turned on you'd to see her gang-banged. Listen, man, we can both bang her together when you give her to me! So, c'mon!  You want to keep your job, right?"

    A big grin formed on Owen's face.  "It's a deal!" he said.

    *** SUSAN ***

    Susan D'Antonio hadn't seen her husband for over 20 days.  His sales job sent him across the country for weeks at a time.  When she heard the door open and his familiar footfalls step across the floor, she set the wood spoon in the simmering pot of spaghetti and rushed out to give him a big bear hug.  "I missed you, dear."

    "I missed you to, honey.  In fact, I have a special surprise for you.  We're going out for dinner.  C'mon!  Get ready!"

    "Owen!" Susan smiled.  "This isn't like you, but let me tell the kids and I'll be ready in a minute."

    Susan went into the living room.  "Steven!" Susan called out.  "Jennifer!"

    The kids came tromping downstairs.  "What, mom?" they asked together.

    "Your dad and I are going out for dinner."

    "Awww, we got to get a babysitter?" Steven whined.

    "We didn't have time to get one," Susan said.  "But you're a big boy now.  We'll be gone for just a couple of hours.  You watch your sister and be good, okay?"

    "What?" Jennifer whined.  "Steven is going to be my babysitter? That's not fair!"

    "You be good, Jennifer, okay?" Susan insisted.  "Listen to your brother.  We'll be back soon."

    "Oh, okay," they both whined together.

    Later that evening, Owen and Susan walked into _Le Mācher Et Avaler,"_ the most exclusive French restaurant in the city.

    The host escorted them to a table.  There was a big black man and a tall, well-proportioned white woman already sitting there.  Her shoulder-length, wavy, blonde hair was quite becoming.  Susan recognized Owen's boss, Duane, but not the woman with him.

    Owen and Susan took a seat at the table, and Susan was immediately self-conscious at the way Duane glared at her, scanning her body up and down slowly and lecherously, despite the presence of his date.

    Susan found it odd that Duane didn't introduce his date.  Her fashion sense seemed even odder to Susan.  Susan had never seen a spiked dog collar used as a fashion statement before.

    Dinner passed uneventfully, with the three of them, Susan, Owen, and Duane making light conversation.  Duane's date was strangely silent the whole time.

    Dinner ended soon enough and they left the restaurant and started to head home.  Susan had been feeling queasy ever since she finished her first drink, and had to sit for a moment just outside.

    "Are you okay, honey?" Owen asked his wife.

    "I'll be fine, but can you drive the car around while I wait here?"

    Owen and Duane walked out to the parking lot together, leaving Susan alone with Duane's date.  Susan was about to ask her why she was so quiet when Owen and Duane pulled up in front of them in Duane's black van.

    Susan was feeling queasy as Duane and Owen helped her into the back of the van and laid her down on the plush carpeted floor.

    "Honey?" Susan asked.  "Why are we going with Duane?  Can't we just go home?"

    Owen didn't answer.  Instead, he gently caressed her arms and legs.  But she sensed something odd when she heard clicking noises and felt something cold touching her wrists and ankles.  She gasped when she tried to move, finding that she was bound, spread-eagle, on the floor of the van.

    Trying to scream, the scream wouldn't come out over the queasy sensation in her gut.  Eventually, the world became blurry and went black.

    Susan awoke on her back in bed.  Furthermore, she was completely nude.  Looking around, she saw she was in a windowless basement room with a closed door on the far wall.

    "Owen!" Susan called out.  "Help!  Please!"

    A few minutes later, the door opened and the three of them entered: Owen, Duane, and that quiet woman from dinner.

    The woman was carrying a video camera on a tripod.  She set it up near the door and pointed the camera at the bed on which Susan was lying.

    "Leave us, Cunt," Duane said to the girl.

    "Yes, Master," she whispered and left the room.

    Owen and Duane approached the bed.  "Owen, which hole do you want to fuck?  Her mouth or her pussy?" Duane asked.

    "No!" Susan begged.  "Please, Owen!  Don't do this to me!"

    "Shut up, Slut!" Duane scolded and slapped her across the face.

    "I told you she's a goody two-shoes.  No fun in bed at all! Never wants to let me fuck her ass.  Well, I'm fucking her in the ass now!  She's never been mouth-fucked either!  I'd love to see her get it in the mouth too!"

    "Both ends at once!" Duane bellowed.  "You do her ass and I'll do her mouth."

    Both men laughed and came up to Susan. Duane reconnected her ankle chains to two rings in the ceiling over the bed so that her legs were lifted straight up and apart with her ass cheeks spread  from the tension.

    The two men then began to undress.  Sue had seen Owen naked many times, but the sight of Duane made her gasp.  She never imagined a man's cock could be so huge.  But this one was black, and ugly, and filthy looking.  His hairy balls wiggled as his black cock grew even bigger as he walked closer to the bed on which she was strung up.

    Owen, of course, grabbed her ass she maneuvered his cock toward her bottom.

    Next, Duane swung a leg over her chest and straddled her head. His black thighs straddled her head with his smelly crotch hovering over her face.  His huge black member dangled from his groin directly toward her face, pre-cum seeping from the slit at its tip.

    "Open your fucking mouth, Slut!"

    Susan clamped her mouth shut, refusing to admit that filthy thing into her mouth.  Duane merely reached down and pinched her jaw open. Duane then lowered his bulk onto her body, sliding his cock into her mouth.

    He hadn't even slid it in half way when her gagging reflex forced her to start choking and bucking under him.  The pain was incredible when, a moment later, he fully settled his weight on her, forcing the full length of his cock past her throat and down her esophagus.

    He immediately began fucking her mouth, pounding her jaw with his pelvis.  The huge mass of flesh down her throat caused a burning and ripping sensation in her throat that felt like the muscle of her neck was about to tear open.

    On top of that, Owen was pressing the head of his cock against her anus.  She clamped the muscle as tightly as she could, but the brutal mouth fucking that she was receiving made it hard for her to concentrate.

    Suddenly, pain shot through her bowels as Duane's cock slipped into her asshole.  She had never known such excruciating pain before.

    Her body bucked against her bonds, despite Duane's weight on her skull, as both men pounded her over and over.

    The pain from being fucked in the mouth combines with the pain  from being fucked in the ass was too much to bear.  Never before, had Susan wished to die just so the pain of the moment would end.

    Soon enough, Duane began to moan rhythmically, "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

    A moment later, he slid his gigantic cock out of her mouth, dripping with cum.  At once, the pungent, salty taste of the sticky goop that coated her mouth assailed her tongue.

    Duane knelt there, straddling her head as she stared up unto his black hairy balls and ass crack.  At that moment, Owen began coming, moaning as he slammed his hips against her ass.

    Duane finally climbed off her and walked over to the camera buzzing on the side of the room, and waited.

    Owen finally finished and pulled his cock out of her asshole.

    Sue lay there panting at the wonderful relief of the absence of pain.

    Duane fiddled with the camera for a second and removed a videocassette.

    "Here, bro," Duane said as he handed the cassette to Owen.  "To remember your slut wife by."

    Both men dressed and left the room, plunging Susan into utter darkness.

    Owen popped his had back into the door one last time as a slice of light from the outer room shone in through the door. "Sue, I'll make sure the kids go to college like we promised each other."  Then he was gone.

    Susan lay there, reeling at how her husband had just betrayed her.

    Catching her wind, she began screaming, "Help me!  Someone outside!  Help me!"

    A minute later, the door opened again and that strange woman entered the room.

    "Shhhh," she whispered.  "Don't scream or Master will punish you."

    She began to clean up the mess on the bed under Susan's ass.

    "What?" Susan gasped.  "What master?"

    "Master Duane!  Your old master sold you to my master."

    "What are you talking about?"

    "You belong to Master Duane now, Slut"

    "What?  Quick, unlock these cuffs before he comes down!  Please!"

    "I can't unlock your cuffs, Slut," Cunt said.  "And I wouldn't if I could."

    "Who are you?"

    "I'm Cunt."

    "What?" Susan gasped.

    "I'm Cunt," Cunt repeated.

    "What do you mean?  What's your name?"

    "My name is 'Cunt'.  That's what Master Duane changed my name to after he bought me."

    "He bought you?  Where?"

    "At a BDSM club in New York.  I think the name was 'Edge Play'."

    "Do you have a real name?" Susan asked.

    "But Slut, that is my real name," Cunt said.

    "Please stop calling me 'Slut.'  My name is Susan."

    "Master Duane changed your name, too.  Your name is 'Slut'."

    "Shit!" Susan muttered.

    "No, not shit," Cunt said innocently.  "Slut!"

    A moment later, Duane poked his head in the door.  "Cunt, finish cleaning that mess and come upstairs and make my dinner! Now!"

    "Don't worry, Slut," Cunt said.  "I'll be back after dinner. Master will probably want to fuck you after dinner."

    Again, Susan was plunged into darkness.  She struggled against the steel shackles attached to her wrists and ankles.  Hours passed before she was visited again.

    The door opened and Duane entered the room, followed by Cunt.  "Hi, Slut," he said.  "I just need a good fuck before I go to bed."

    Duane turned to Cunt and said, "Get her wet for me, Cunt."

    Cunt knelt at the foot of the bed and leaned down placing her face between Susan's legs.  Susan gasped when she realized that another woman was about to go down on her.

    Susan felt Cunt's lips brush against her outer pussy lips.  Then Cunt slid her tongue into Susan's vulva and began licking her most private parts.  Cunt flicked Susan's clit with her tongue and began to suck gently on the little nub.  Though Susan had never before experienced oral sex, it was obvious that Cunt was enjoying going down on Susan.  Susan had become very wet quite quickly and was on the verge of orgasm when Duane said, "Stop, Cunt."

    Cunt stepped away from Susan while Susan lay there panting on the verge of coming.  Owen immediately climbed on top of Susan and plunged his hard member into her pre-wetted vagina.

    As Duane pumped her, Susan could feel the tension growing inside her thighs where Cunt had left off.  She desperately didn't want to orgasm for this man, but her body betrayed her, and she began quaking against her bounds almost immediately.

    "Oh!  You're a lusty one, Slut!  I'm going to enjoy owning you!" Duane said with a laugh as he lay on top of her.

    Duane then lowered his head onto her shoulder and relaxed his body on top of hers.

    "Mmmm," he moaned. "This is so comfortable.  I could just go to sleep right on top of you, Slut."

    Susan struggled to breathe under the man's weight pressing down on her chest.

    "Please." Susan gasped.  "I can't breathe."

    "I'll fix that," Duane said.

    Duane climbed off Susan and sat on the edge of the bed.  "Cunt! Come here!" he bellowed.

    Cunt ran into the room.  "Yes, master?"

    "I just fucked Slut.  Clean my cock!"

    Susan watched as Cunt knelt in front of Duane and placed her head to his crotch and began sucking.

    "Make me come again, Cunt!" he ordered.

    After a few minutes, Duane began to quiver and moan, shaking the bed.

    "You may stop, Cunt," Duane said.

    Once again, Duane and Cunt left the room, plunging Susan into darkness.

    Susan struggled against her shackles yet again, despite the obvious futility of the effort.  Not only that, but she had to pee. If she wasn't released soon, she would be forced to pee onto the bed.

    About an hour later, Duane returned again with Cunt.  Cunt was carrying a pail that seemed to contain a number of items.

    "Please!" Susan begged.  "I have to pee!  Please let me out of this bed!"

    Duane slapped her again.  "You speak only when spoken to, Slut! Do you understand?"

    "Yes," Susan whimpered.

    Duane reached for a chain attached to a rung embedded in the wall and dragged it over to the bed.  Removing a padlock out of the pail, he locked the end of the chain to a D-ring on her collar.  That done, he removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles.

    Next, he dumped the remaining contents of the pail onto the bed.  "Slut, you may do your business into the pail.  Cunt will remove the pail when you're done."

    Duane then left Susan alone with Cunt.

    Susan eagerly relieved herself into the pail and then sat back on the bed next to Cunt.

    "Is there any hope for escape?" Susan asked.

    "I don't know.  I don't think so.  But I don't want to escape!"

    Cunt took the pail and left the room.  She returned a few moments later with the empty pail.

    "Good night, Slut.  Master may want to begin your endurance training tonight, or he might wait until tomorrow."

    "What endurance training?" Susan asked.  But Cunt left the room without answering.

    Susan glanced at the few items on the bed.  She recognized a dildo with a strap on one end, a speculum, and a jaw-spreader that dentists use on patients.  She gasped when she looked closely at the one remaining item that looked like a speculum but was spring-loaded and had a wire leading from it to a small transformer that plugged into the wall.

    About fifteen minutes later, Duane and Cunt returned.  They were both carrying a large sack that seemed to be full of sand.  From the way they were both struggling with it, it must have been quite heavy.

    "Lie down on your stomach, Slut" Duane ordered.

    Susan lay on the bed on her stomach.

    "Hey!" Susan shrieked when Duane slid the speculum into her anus spreading it painfully open wide.

    "Silence, Slut!" Duane commanded.

    Susan struggled to reach down to remove the horrible thing from her bottom.

    "Stop that!" Duane yelled and held her down.  "Cunt, come here and help me!"

    Cunt came over and also held Susan down.

    "Roll over, Slut," Duane said.

    Duane and Cunt rolled Susan onto her back, pushing the speculum a little deeper into her rectum.

    Duane and Cunt then reconnected the shackles to her wrists and ankles, returning her to the spread-eagle position on the bed.

    The next thing he did was to shove the dildo into Susan's mouth. Susan began bucking at the choking sensation as he buckled the strap around the back of her head.

    "This is to train you to get over that gag reflex, Slut."  Then to Cunt he said, "Help me with the sandman, Cunt."

    Finally, Duane and Cunt lifted the heavy sack of sand and placed it on top of Susan.  Man it was so heavy!

    "Slut, this simulates a man sleeping on top of you.  This one only weighs 100 pounds.  You'll eventually get up to 200 pounds. Good night, Slut."

    Again, Susan was plunged into darkness.  The agony was indescribable.  The speculum up her anus was so incredibly painful. She was struggling to fight back the gagging reflex of the dildo down her throat, while breathing through her nose.  And the sack of sand on her chest was so heavy that she had to strain to breathe.

    The night dragged on.  She may have dozed briefly once or twice, but she knew that she spent virtually the whole night awake and in agony.

    She was so relieved when the endless night of torture finally ended when Duane and Cunt came to her in the morning.

    He and Cunt pulled the sandman off her and let it fall to the floor.  He removed the dildo from her mouth, and pulled the speculum out of her ass.

    "Sleep well, Slut?" he asked.

    "Fuck you!" Susan spat at him.

    "How dare you speak to your master that way, Slut!"

    Duane and Cunt unshackled her wrists and ankles.  Then he unlocked the end of the chain from the wall and yanked her through the room to the adjoining room.

    Duane and Cunt manhandled her to a large cross that was built into the wall.  They shackled her standing, spread-eagle, facing the wall.

    Crack!  Susan screamed louder than she thought humanly possible at the burning pain across her back.

    Crack!  Duane whipped her repeatedly until the pain was so intense that she could no longer feel it.

    On the verge of passing out, Duane and Cunt dragged Susan back to the bed and shackled her spread-eagle again to the mattress.

    Susan felt Duane slide something hard into her vagina, presumably another speculum.

    "Slut!" Duane commanded.  "Pay attention, now!"

    "What?" Susan cried.

    "You need to exercise your Kegel muscle.  Inside your pussy is a muscle exerciser.  It's just like those spring-loaded hand exercisers.  Squeeze it with your pussy muscle, Slut."

    Susan ignored the order.

    "Do it, Slut!" Duane bellowed, and then Susan felt a bolt of electricity sting the inside her vagina.

    "Yeeoooww!" Susan screamed.

    "Squeeze it, Slut!" Duane ordered again.

    Susan grimaced and squeezed her pussy muscles around the device, and the shock stopped.

    "Now, pay attention, Slut." Duane repeated.  "You have to use your pussy muscles to hold the clamp closed for 30 minutes.  I have the spring set to its weakest setting, today.  If you release it, you will get shocked.  The transformer will beep after 30 minutes.  You can relax your pussy muscle for 5 minutes.  After 5 minutes, the transformer will beep again.  You have 10 seconds to squeeze it closed and hold it for another 30 minutes.  This cycle will repeat indefinitely.  I'll return this evening to test your progress."

    Duane and Cunt then left the room.

    Susan cried as she clamped the device closed with her pussy muscles.  The pain of holding the device closed was physically exhausting after just a few minutes into each 30-minute sequence, but the shock was worse.

    But by late evening, her pelvic area was in agony from muscle fatigue.

    Duane and Cunt returned late in the evening.  They removed the exerciser from her vagina.  They let her pee in the pail.  Cunt licked her wet.  Duane fucked her.  Then they set the nighttime implements in her anus and mouth and put the sandman on top of her.

    This cycle of treatment continued for many days.

    After about a week, Susan noticed a number of things.

    She could breathe against the weight of the sandman on top of her and fall asleep through the night.  Her gag reflex from the dildo jammed down her throat was non-existent.  And she noticed that her Kegel muscle strength and endurance had improved.  She could hold the clamp closed for the full 30 minutes with very little muscle fatigue.

    After several weeks of the interminable routine, Duane came in one evening and announced, "It's time to put your training to the test, Slut."

    "Now what are you going to do to me?" Susan cried.

    "Over the past weeks, I've been gradually increasing the weight of the sandman to 200 pounds, and increasing the spring tension in the pussy muscle exerciser."

    Duane commanded Cunt to get her wet, then he mounted her.  He slid his cock between her legs and into her vagina.

    "Milk my cock with your pussy muscle, Slut!" he ordered.

    Susan squeezed her pussy muscle as tight as she could.

    "Oh man!" Duane moaned.  "That feels so good, Slut!"

    Duane slid his cock in and out of her as she squeezed it slightly.

    Then, having spent himself, Duane settled his weight on top of her.

    "Cunt, throw a blanket on top of us," he ordered.

    Cunt left and returned with a blanket, which she draped over Duane on top of Susan.

    "Now shut the light and leave us."

    Cunt left the room and plunged them into darkness.

    Susan found Duane's weight on her to be tolerable and soon drifted off to sleep underneath his bulk.

    Morning came too soon to the sound of Duane's voice.  "Wake up, Slut."

    Duane was still on top of her, but he climbed off and walked to the head of the bed.  His hard cock quivered over her forehead as she looked up at him standing over her upside-down.

    Duane climbed onto the bed from above her head and mounted her with his crotch over her face as he had done once before.  He lowered his pelvis onto her face, forcing his big ugly black cock down her throat.  Surprisingly, she didn't gag.  Duane pounded her face with his hips, and soon his cock was throbbing as it spewed its load down her throat.

    His cock dripped a last few drops of cum onto her forehead as he backed down off the bed.

    Sue heard him call out as he left the room, "Cunt!  Come and suck my cock clean!"

    For the first time in weeks, Duane didn't insert any implements into any of Susan's orifices that morning.  He merely left her chained to the bed.

    Duane returned to Susan's basement room again that evening.

    He ordered Susan to roll onto her stomach.  Susan complied, then Duane climbed on top of her.  She immediately felt his hard cock pressing against her anus.  Her stretched and weakened sphincter muscle admitted his member without much resistance or pain.  She lay there, not feeling much of anything as he slammed his pelvis against her ass cheeks and slid his cock in and out of her anus.

    He came in due time, reveling, "Ohhhh!  That felt real good, Slut!  It slid right in and felt good and tight!"

    Duane rolled off her and sat up on the bed next to her.

    "Cunt," Duane called out once again.  "I just fucked Slut in the asshole.  Come suck her shit off my cock!"

    Cunt came in and sucked Duane's cock as he sat on the edge of the bed; then Duane dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

    "Slut, now that I've owned you for a few weeks now, and have trained you well, can I trust you not to try and escape if I remove your chains?"

    "Not on your life, you bastard!" Sue screeched then gasped and lay silent.

    "Very well," he sighed.  "Cunt, come here again!  And bring a four foot length of chain."

    Cunt arrived in the room carrying the requested chain.

    Duane attached the chain to Cunt's collar with a padlock, then attached the other end of the chain to Susan's collar with  another padlock.  Then he unlocked the shackled from Susan's wrists and  ankles.

    "Slut," Duane said, "I would trust Cunt with my life.  And she's trained in martial arts.  Don't make her give you a demonstration."

    "Now," Duane continued, "why don't the two of you get to know each other better, tonight?"

    Duane left the room, leaving Susan alone with Cunt, the two naked women chained together.

    "Cunt," Susan said, "are you sure you don't want to escape from this lunatic?"

    "How dare you call Master a 'lunatic,' Slut!"

    Susan grumbled and fell onto the bed facing the wall, jingling the chain that linked her to Duane's other slave.

    Susan lay there brooding for, maybe, a half-hour.  She heard the chain jingle and then Cunt lay in the narrow single bed pressing her chest to Susan's back and draping her arm around Susan's waist.

    Susan suddenly tensed up.  The near-intimate contact with another naked woman made her feel extremely self-conscious.

    Cunt nuzzled Susan in the back of the neck and whispered, "You'll grow to love Master as much as I do, Slut.  I know you will."

    "Never!" Susan muttered a barely audible whisper.  "I just want to see my babies again."

    Susan gasped when she felt Cunt's hand explore her torso, caressing her gently.

    "What are you doing?" Susan whispered sharply, almost adding the word "dyke" to the end of the sentence but holding her tongue.

    Cunt didn't answer, but continued stroking Susan's body.  Susan was about to elbow Cunt in the chest when Cunt brushed her fingertips against Susan's nipples -- and Susan felt a warmness flow through her body that she hadn't felt in weeks.  Her nipples had also grown hard to the touch of the other woman.

    Susan lay there, as if frozen, as Cunt caressed her breasts and nipples.  Susan suddenly felt pangs of guilt, stemming from her strict Catholic upbringing, from accepting the touch of another woman.  Nonetheless, Susan lay there enjoying the erotic sensations as Cunt stroked her chest and belly with her fingertips.

    Susan gasped when she felt Cunt bury her fingertips in her muff. Susan reeled at the thought that another woman might actually touch her down there in an intimate way.

    Cunt whispered into Susan's ear, "I can't reach.  You need to roll over and face me."

    Susan surprised herself when she found herself rolling over to face Cunt.

    As she did, Cunt slid her fingers between Susan's thighs and into her feminine wetness.

    "Oh, you are so wet, Slut," Cunt cooed.

    Susan didn't know how to answer, being both aroused and ashamed that she had become wet at the touch of another woman.

    "Don't hold back, Slut," Cunt cooed again as she gently took Susan's hand and slowly pulled it down, down, and down.

    Susan knew where Cunt was leading her hand.  She wanted to pull away, but somehow couldn't.  Susan felt Cunt gently slide her hand between the other's thighs, and Susan felt the other's warm wetness on her fingertips.

    On the narrow bed, their faces were a bare couple of inches apart.  Without conscious thought, those inches disappeared as Susan's lips met Cunt's lips.

    Susan felt her pressure building as their tongues broke through the other's lips.  Susan had never known a kiss so sensual before -- her husband a clumsy philistine in comparison.

    Cunt gently broke the kiss and started sliding down Susan's body.  Cunt stopped at each of Susan's nipples, sucking each one in turn before moving ever lower.  Susan gasped when Cunt tickled her pubic hairs with her lips.  Cunt moved just a bit lower, and Susan instinctively spread her legs.

    Susan gasped audibly when she felt Cunt use her tongue in places her own husband often refused to use his.

    Having been weeks since Susan last had an orgasm, she came quickly and explosively.

    Cunt flicked Susan's clit with her tongue over and over again, each time evoking a small quake in Susan's body.

    Cunt then looked up into Susan's eyes and said, "This is your first experience of womanly love?"

    "Yeah," Susan gasped.

    "Then I won't expect you to do the same for me," Cunt sighed.

    "I'll do it," Susan replied without thinking, shocking herself after she made the reciprocating offer.

    Cunt swung her body around climbing onto the bed with her crotch to Susan's face.  Of course, Susan had never peered directly into another woman's muff before.  The prospect of what she was about to do both thrilled and horrified her.

    Cunt lifted her leg to reveal the fleshy slit of reddish rubbery skin between her thighs.

    Susan moved her face slowly forward, stopping bare molecules before her lips touched Cunt's cunt.

    The aroma was strangely compelling.  Different from what a man's crotch smelled like, not that she had a strong memory of the male smell either, for her husband declined her offer of blowjobs as well as refusing to eat her.

    Susan steeled herself and pressed her mouth to Cunt's private flesh.

    Susan knew exactly what to do when she masturbated herself, and so she knew what she had to do to give pleasure to Cunt, but from this perspective, it took a few moments to get her bearings.

    Cunt's muff met her pussy at Susan's chin, so Susan moved her tongue down and found the tiny nub where the fleshy lips came together.

    Susan took a breath, and sucked Cunt's clitoris between her lips and into her mouth.  Having drawn it into her mouth, she began to flick it with her tongue.

    How she wished that Owen had been more receptive to oral sex; she may have had a better idea what do to now.

    Yet, her mouth music soon proved successful.  Cunt began to orgasm, and Susan discovered that she had direct total control over Cunt's orgasms.  Susan could evoke a powerful quake in Cunt's body merely by flicking Cunt's clit with her tongue.  And Susan could withhold that quake by withholding that tongue.

    "Stop teasing me, Slut!" Cunt moaned.  "Make me come!"

    The control Susan had just discovered she had over Cunt's body was intoxicating.  With a man, all she had to do was suck until he started to ejaculate into her mouth; from that point on, she was powerless, and often helpless under his powerful hips -- her mouth may just as well have been his sperm sponge.  But with a woman, Susan had total control over each quake, and how powerful each quake was. Susan loved having such power!

    Cunt finally had to pull away and climb around to face Susan.  "That was pretty good for your first time, Slut."

    "Thanks, I think," Susan answered with a smile.

    Cunt and Susan kissed again.

    "You have babies," Cunt asked.

    "Yeah, I have two children.  God!  Will I ever see them again?"

    "Around here?" Cunt asked.

    Susan explained how she used to be a plain ol' soccer mom in a nice little house.

    "You're kidding!" Cunt gasped.

    "I used to live on that street!" Cunt said.

    "Really?" Susan asked.

    "Yeah!  We were practically neighbors.  It's a wonder we never met each other."

    "Yeah," Susan sighed and kissed Cunt again.  "It would have been - - nice."

    "Good night, Slut," Cunt said.

    "Good night, Cunt," Susan answered.

    The months passed slowly.  Duane often kept Susan chained to Cunt.  Sometimes he would bring both his slaves into his king-size bed with him up in his master bedroom.  Other times, he would chain Susan to the tiny bed in the basement room and sleep on top of her, or leave her alone while he bedded Cunt in his bedroom.  And other times, he would bed Susan in his bed while he allowed Cunt to do what she wanted around the house at night.

    Of course, Susan never stopped looking for a chance to escape. But Duane was very careful to keep at least one anchored chain on her at all times, whether that anchor was a part of the house, or Cunt's collar.  That chance never came.

    One afternoon, about six months later, when Susan was sitting alone in the basement room chained to the wall, Cunt came downstairs crying.

    "Cunt," Susan reached out and held her co-captive lover.  "What's wrong?"

    "Oh," Cunt cried.  "Master has sold us."

    "Sold us?  How can he do that?  To who?"

    "He sold me to one of his friends from Europe.  Some place called Montenerodomo, Chieti.  I think it's somewhere in Italy."

    "We're going to Italy?  My parents immigrated from Italy."

    "No!" Cunt cried still more.  "He sold you to some pimp in New York."

    "What!" Susan shrieked.

    "We won't be together any more, Slut," and Cunt broke into hysterical crying.

    "The bastard!" Susan muttered.

    "Oh, Slut," Cunt cried still more.

    Susan and Cunt sat on the bed for some time, holding each other and crying until Duane appeared in the door.  Attached to a chain he held was a short Chinese woman, naked except for her collar.  Her wrists were shackled behind her back, and she had a ball-gag in her mouth with a strap buckled behind her head.

    Duane led her over to the bed and padlocked the free end of the chain to a steel ring in the wall.

    Susan could tell by the fire in her eyes and the way she struggled against the chain that she was not a willing slave.

    Duane then led Susan and Cunt upstairs, into the garage and into the back of his black van.  Duane had Susan lay on her back on the floor, and shackled her spread-eagle on the floor.  Then he had Cunt lay on top of Susan, facing her.  Then he shackled Cunt spread eagle as well.  Duane closed the solid steel door that separated the rear of the van from the front seats, started the van and drove off.

    Susan and Cunt cried to each other as the van rattled and rumbled down the road.  They rode for what seemed like an hour before the van stopped again.  Duane came to the back and attached a chain to Cunt's collar and then unshackled her.

    Cunt gave Susan one last quick kiss before Duane pulled her to her feet.

    "Goodbye -- Susan," Cunt said as Duane led her away.

    "Goodbye!" Susan cried out.

    "Cindy!" Slut called out to Susan.  "My name is Cindy!"

    "Goodbye Cindy!" Susan called out.

    Duane locked the door again, and drove off.  This time, it was a short ride before he stopped again.  Duane came into the back again and attached a chain to Susan's collar and unshackled her from the floor.

    Duane led her out of the van into the darkness outside.  It was some kind of run-down and deserted warehouse district.  Figuring it to be about 3 A.M., this was a terrible place and time for a woman to be standing completely naked out in the open.

    Within minutes, another van approached and stopped right next to them.  Another big hulking black man stepped out if the gaudy pink van covered with urban graffiti.  Unlike Duane who wore simple clothing, usually in basic black, this other was dressed up like a neon sign, pink shirt, orange pants, a feathered hat, and jewelry everywhere.  In one word: a pimp.

    "Yo, Lamont, you got the bling-bling?" Duane asked.

    "Right here, bro," Lamont answered and handed Duane a seedy old satchel.

    Duane sat the satchel on the ground and rooted through it, counting wads of cash.

    "This be good, bro," Duane said.  "Take the slut."

    Duane handed his end of Susan's chain to Lamont, then got back into his van, and sped off, tires squealing.

    "Ooh!  You be a fine one, baby!  Make your daddy lots of bling- bling!"

    Lamont pulled Susan into his van, shoved her onto an old mattress, and wrapped her wrists, knees, and ankles tightly with duct tape.  Cruelly, he also wrapped her elbows tightly together behind her back.  The pain of having her bones pulled like this was excruciating.  Then, for good measure, he wrapped some duct tape around her head covering her eyes and mouth, leaving her with a little gap through which to breathe.

    Lamont then got in the front and headed out of the area.  Susan struggled against the tape, but it was so tight that she couldn't work it off.  Lamont drove for what seemed like hours before he stopped again and she heard Lamont climb to the back and sit on the edge of the mattress.

    "Are you listening, slut?" he asked.

    Susan could only mumble, "Mmmm," in reply.

    "I jus' bought you.  You's my slave now, slut."

    "Mmmmm!  Mmmmmm!" Susan mumbled.

    "We's got's us a long way ahead of us.  So's you jus' lay quiet back here."

    Lamont got back behind the wheel and started the van moving again.  Susan continued to struggle without success.  After a few more hours, Susan felt the van slow down as it turned this way and that and stopped once again.  She could hear the idling of numerous diesel engines around them, and assumed they were at some sort of truck stop.  After such a long time, she knew that she was several states away from North Carolina, but not knowing which direction, she couldn't guess which one.  Cindy had said that Duane had sold her to a pimp from New York, so she assumed that was her destination.

    Suddenly, Lamont slapped her.  "Mmmmm!" Susan screamed silently.  "You tryin' to work your tape off, bitch?"  Again, Lamont slapped her again, even harder.  She felt him wrap more tape around her wrists, ankles, and around her body.  "You try to work it off any more, and you's gon' be a dead ho'!"

    Lamont left the van for some time, and Susan was hungry again. Not only that, but she also had to pee.  Despite Lamont's warning she tried to pull loose of the tape again.

    About 40 minutes later, she heard Lamont climb back into the van again.

    "Ah," Lamont said, "good meal and a shower.  Now ah's ready fo' a good fuck wif' mah new ho'."

    Susan felt Lamont climb onto the mattress and lay next to her. She would have whimpered had she been able to make a sound.  She immediately felt him remove the duct tape from around her knees.  She heard the familiar clinking sound of a belt buckle being unbuckled and his pants being pulled down.  He then got on top of her, causing a sharp pain on her shoulders from having her bound arms bend under her back under their combined weight.

    Then she felt it; he jammed his hard member into her dry tender flesh.  He hadn't even made an attempt to make her wet for him, and the burning pain of him shoving his penis into her dry vagina was excruciating.  At least Cindy had always sucked her pussy to get her wet before Duane fucked her.

    He humped her again and again, pounding her genitals with his groin.

    "Oh man!  That's one tight pussy you got's ho'!"

    Susan had had to pee for a long time, and the pressure on her bladder finally overcame her ability to hold it in.

    "What the fuck!" Lamont screamed.

    "Mmmmmm!  Mmmmm!" Susan mumbled in a vain attempt to tell him that she couldn't hold it in any more.

    "You pissed me, you filthy cow!"

    Susan felt his hard knuckles slam against the side of her face as his fist hit home.

    Now, blinded and mute from the duct tape, in agony from being punched in the head with the seeming force of a jackhammer, her genitals exposed to the world, and her legs drenched in piss, she heard Lamont wipe himself off and climb back into the driver's seat.

    Lamont wrapped more tape on her.  Then, a moment later, the van was in motion again and on its way to its unknown destination.

    Lamont drove through what must have been the night.  Her continuing struggles against the tape got her nothing but occasional slaps from Lamont when he caught her struggling.  Susan pissed herself a few more times during the ride, and didn't sleep from the splitting migraine headache from the fist to the head earlier.

    Susan felt nearly comatose from pain and exhaustion when Lamont picked her up like a sack of potatoes and carried her out of the van, through a door and some ways through a building.

    He dumped her onto what felt like a bed and she felt Lamont rip the thick layers of duct tape from her wrists and elbows.  But he immediately shackled her wrists above her head with steel shackles and chains.  He ripped the tape from her ankles and also shackled her ankles to the bed frame.

    As she lay on the bed, shackled in spread-eagle position, he removed the tape from around her body and around her head.

    Lamont's huge body stood aside the bed glaring down at her inside a small gloomy windowless room with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  "Man!  You look like shit, whore!"

    Susan didn't have to guess how she looked.  She was bound spread- eagle to a bare mattress on a steel frame single bed.  The whole side of her face must be black and blue from that punch.  Her hair felt like a matted mess.  And her legs were encrusted with dried piss. She even had to resist the urge to gag from her own stench.  The musty odor from the old bare mattress she had been placed on didn't help matters, either.

    Lamont left the room, giving Susan a chance to struggle in vain against the steel chains and shackles.  He returned a few minutes later, dragging a hose.

    Susan whimpered "Eek!" when Lamont turned the hose on her, spraying her down with a strong jet of icy cold water.

    Susan didn't miss the bulge in his pants return as he sprayed her.

    "I see where you lookin'!  You want that, don't you, slut?" he taunted her.

    "No," Susan whimpered.  "Please.  I want to go home."

    "You are home, you worthless slab of meat!"

    Susan shook involuntarily when she saw him unbuckle his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor.

    "No!  Please!  Don't!" she quietly whined.

    When he pulled his underpants down, she saw his cock was even bigger than Duane's.  But it was just as black, and ugly, and filthy looking as Duane's.  His hairy balls wiggled as his black cock grew even bigger as he walked closer to the bed on which she was strung up.

    She grimaced, expecting him to mount her and shove his filthy manhood in her dry tenderness, but he dismayed her even worse when he swung a leg over her chest and straddled her head.  His black thighs straddled her head with his smelly crotch hovering over her face. His huge black member dangled from his groin directly toward her face, pre-cum seeping from the slit at its tip.

    "Open your fucking mouth, whore!" he bellowed.  "Unless you want the other side of your skull caved in!"

    Susan clamped her mouth shut, preferring another slap to having that filthy _thing_ plunged into her mouth.  He merely reached down and pinched her jaw open.  Lamont then lowered his bulk onto her body, sliding his cock into her mouth.

    At least Duane's gag-training helped her now.  She accepted the huge cock down her throat with little effort.  Although it became painful when Lamont fully settled his weight on his crotch and her jaw.

    He immediately began fucking her mouth, pounding her jaw with his pelvis.  Her body bucked against her bonds, despite his weight, as he pounded her throat over and over.

    Soon enough, Lamont began to moan rhythmically, "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

    A moment later, he slid his gigantic cock out of her mouth, dripping with cum.  She had become used to this treatment, and swallowed the cum.

    Despite months of service to Duane, Susan began to cry earnestly, not just for just having been brutally raped, but for having done to her under these horrible circumstances.

    "You cry already, whore?" Lamont laughed.  "Just wait 'till I put you in service!"

    Susan scrunched her eyes closed, knowing too well what he meant by that last comment.

    While she was pondering that last, Lamont slammed himself on top of her again.  This time, facing her with his legs between hers.

    Susan opened her eyes to see his face just above hers.  "Give your pimp some loving, whore!"  And he pressed his puffy black lips to hers.  He jammed his tongue into her mouth and then he jammed his giant cock into her still dry vagina.

    "Gaaaa!" she cried, breaking the kiss, as he slammed his cock into her, sending excruciating pain through her tender regions for the second time.

    While pumping her, he grabbed her jaw and planted his mouth back onto hers.

    Once again, he began to moan rhythmically, "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"  She could feel his slimy cum fill her vagina and dribble out and down her ass crack.

    Finally finished, she hoped, he dismounted her and put his pants back on.  He walked over to one end of the room and opened a small fridge.  He walked back over to her and said, "Eat!"  He unwrapped and shoved a tuna sandwich into her mouth.

    Starving, but with her hands still bound, she ate the sandwich bit by bit struggling to keep it from falling out of her mouth as she took bites from it.

    Lamont left the room, clicking off that bare bulb, plunging her into darkness before she had finished the sandwich.

    Once again, she was left bound for what seemed like hours.  She struggled until she felt blood trickle from the abrasions on her wrists and ankles that she was causing herself.  Once again, unable to hold it in again, she pissed herself yet again.  After, maybe, a few hours in darkness, she fell asleep again.

    Susan gasped to see Lamont standing over her next to the bed again.  "Time to get to work, whore!" he chortled.

    Lamont placed steel shackles and chains on her ankles.  He attached more steel shackles to her wrists and attached the shackles together behind her back.  He held a log chain attached to those shackles.  Lastly, he removed the shackles that bound her to the bed frame.

    "Whoa!" Lamont shouted.  He punched her again with his jackhammer fist on the other side of the head, forcing a curdling scream of pain  from her unbound mouth.  "You worthless slut!  Stop damaging the goods!"

    He stepped back and yanked on the chain, almost pulling her off the bed onto the cold concrete floor.  "Come on, whore!  You got to start earning your keep!"

    Lamont led her, still naked, and in utter agony, on the chain through series of concrete hallways, into an ancient elevator up to the 8th floor, and into the hallway of a run down hotel.  He led her into a grimy filthy tiled bathroom and shackled the end of the chain to an iron post in the center of the room.

    "You have five minutes to do your duty, whore!"

    He left, and Susan took the opportunity to sit on the filthy toilet on one wall.  It had no toilet seat, so she sat on the cold porcelain rim.  It felt good to relieve herself, for she had had to do more than just pee.

    Dragging the chain behind her, like in a horror movie, she walked over to the cracked mirror on an adjacent wall and shrieked when she saw herself.  One whole side of her face was utterly black from where Lamont had struck her yesterday.  The other side of her face was already largely black and blue from where Lamont struck her moments ago.  Her eyes were severely bloodshot and dopey looking.  Her face and chest were caked in dry vomit.  Her wrists were a bloody scraped mess from struggling against the steel shackles.  Her hair was a tangled mess and her face suddenly looked 20 years older, making her youthful 35 years look like that of a 55 year old.

    "Admiring yourself?" Lamont bellowed as he re-entered the room.

    "Can't I have some clothes to wear?" she asked meekly.

    "Yea, right!" he chuckled.  "Like you need clothes for what you'll be doing!"

    He was carrying that hose again.  He attached it to a spigot on the wall and tossed her a bar of soap.  "Wash yourself, slut, while I rinse," he commanded.

    He promptly sprayed her down thoroughly with a cold jet of water once again as she rubbed herself with the bar of soap, knowing that it will be a long time, if ever, she felt clean again.

    Lamont dropped the hose and took the end of the chain and led her through the hotel again.  This time, he led her into a filthy bedroom.  He removed all the chains except for one shackle on an ankle, and attached a chain from that shackle to a D-ring near the bed.

    "Now, whore," Lamont began.  "The only way you'se gett'n loose is if you saw your fucking foot off.  And I don't need to tell you what your life will be worth if you don't make the customers happy.  Am I clear, whore?"

    "Uhm, yeah," Susan whimpered.

    "I can't hear you, whore!" Lamont bellowed.  "What's your job if you want to live?"

    "To please the customers," Susan cried.

    "And how do you please the customers?" he asked.

    Susan hesitated.  "I don't know."

    Lamont slapped her across the face.  "How do you think you please them, you stupid cow?"

    "By having sex with them?" she asked meekly.

    "By letting them fuck you however they want."

    "Uh, huh," Susan submitted.

    "In the mouth, in the cunt, in the asshole, or anyway else they want!  Got it?"

    "Yes," Susan answered meekly again.

    "I asked, 'Got it?'" Lamont demanded.

    "Yes," Susan answered more forcefully.

    "Good!  You don't put out -- you're rotting meat in a Dumpster. Any customer complaints, it's their word against yours, and your word means shit!"

    Susan's first customer came a few hours later.  A young skinny white guy with long blonde hair came into the room.

    "I just want to fuck," he said casually, as he began to undress.

    Sue didn't answer, but just lay on the bed steeling herself to be raped by yet another man.

    The man climbed on top of Susan and immediately thrust his cock into her pussy.  He began to slide his cock in and out when he gasped, "Yeow!"

    "What?  Did I hurt you?" Susan asked, terrified that she had done something wrong that would get her dumped, dead, in a Dumpster.

    "Wow!" he said.  "You didn't hurt me.  Just startled the shit out of me!"

    "How?" Susan asked.

    "You got a vice grip or something inside that cunt?  Oh man, you're strong down there!"

    "I've had -- training," Susan answered.

    The man continued where he left off, soon finished, and left.

    Over the next year, Susan was never unshackled by the ankle to something.  She knew the only way she would ever escape is if she could saw her foot off.  Indeed, she considered sawing her foot off many times.  Had there been a saw available, she surely would have done so for the slight chance to escape.

    Her main recurring thought, however, was, _My babies!  How are my babies?_

    During that year, the only human contact she had were the johns she serviced, and also Lamont when he came around twice daily to feed her, hose her off, and fuck her mouth.  It was obvious that there were other prostitutes as well, but she never met or saw any of them.

    Susan lost count of the number of men she served during the year that followed.  Black men, Hispanic men, Chinese men, and some white men.  Most wanted blowjobs.  Giving blowjobs actually turned out to be the least objectionable service she had to give, except when they wanted to lay on top of her and fuck her mouth like it was a vagina. She would rather they want anal sex up her rectum than fuck her mouth, but it was never her choice.  And sometimes, they wanted plain old-fashioned screwing.  She had even gained a reputation among some repeat customers for her vice-grip Kegel muscle.

    Eventually, she stopped paying attention to their faces.  A john would come in, fuck her, then leave, and it would hardly break her out of her latest daydream.  She hardly felt them put their cocks inside her vagina anymore, even though she was dry.

    However, she happened to notice the face of the john currently on top of her as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

    She knew better than to speak to the johns unless they asked something of her, but an overwhelming urge came over her.  "Do I know you?  You look familiar."

    While still pounding her, he said, "Nope.  Never did you before. I usually ask for the redhead down the hall, but she wasn't here today.  I heard they sold her.  You know where she went?"

    "No," she answered.

    "Say, you do look familiar too," he told her.

    "Ever been to North Carolina?" she asked.

    "Nope.  Lived in New Jersey all my life."

    "New Jersey.  What do you do?"

    "Why do you want to know?" he asked.

    "I'm sorry," she squeaked.  "It's none of my business.  Please forgive me for asking."

    "Oh!  I don't mind," he said.  "No prostitute ever showed any interest in me before.  I swear, some of you women don't even seem aware that I with you at all, even after I was done and started to leave.  Anyway, I'm a software engineer and a part-time erotic writer."

    "Oh my God!" she screamed.

    "What?" he jumped off her and backed away.

    "Hungry!  Don't you recognize me?"

    "Uhm," he stammered.  Then a glint of recognition lit up in his eye.  "Sue?"

    Sue sat up and put her feet on the floor.  "Yes!  I'm Sue!"

    Hungry walked back over to the bed, sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder.  "Oh!  My beautiful, horny Sue!  I thought I said something wrong when you suddenly stopped returning my emails a few years ago.  I still have all the fake JPG photos and silent GIF movies we mocked up of each other having sex together."

    "Yeah.  You even wrote my name on your penis!"

    "What are you doing working as a prostitute, Sue?"

    Sue broke into tears.  "Owen sold me into white slavery!"

    "What?" hungry gasped.

    "Hungry!  Help me!  Please!"

    "Of course, I'll go straight to the police!"

    "No!" Sue blurted.  "Don't do that!"

    "Why not?" Hungry asked in amazement.

    "C'mon, Hungry, don't be naļve!  You don't think that's already been tried!  You know what'll happen..."

    "Yeah," Hungry shrugged, "the cops will come rushing in with their guns and tear gas and burn the place down with everyone inside it.  Then the bust will get all kinds of publicity from the media for cleaning up the city.  And the city will get extra funding from the Feds for fighting crime.  And those of you who don't get killed by the cops will be killed by your pimps."

    "You once told me you were a Constitutionalist, but I forget what it means -- something to do with not believing in the law or something, I think."

    "Not!" Hungry snorted.  "It just means that I believe in jury nullification, along with a literal interpretation of the Constitution, and that the Constitution supersedes all other laws. Therefore, most of the laws and regulations we live under are invalid, and would be thrown out of court if only juries were fully informed of their true duty."

    "Hungry, this isn't the right time to talk politics!  So you won't go to the cops, right?"

    "All right, no cops.  I'll see what I can do to help you."

    She hugged him and said, "Thanks, Hungry!"

    Hungry put his clothes back on and said, "Whatever happens, I'll be back to see you again, Sue.  I promise!"  Then he left.

    Sue's hope for rescue faded after a week.  Then, one morning after Lamont chained her and led her to the bathroom and hosed her off, instead of taking her back to her filthy room, he led her toward the elevator."

    "Now what?" Susan asked.

    "You been sold to a customer, slut!  Get your ass moving!"

    "Sold?  To who?"

    "Dunno," he shrugged.  "Some white guy from Jersey.  Don't know why he wants some beat up old ho' instead of some of the hot flesh downstairs, but it ain't my call."

    Lamont led Susan by the chain down to the first floor into an empty storeroom with a desk in one corner.  Another black man was there with Hungry.

    Lamont said to the other, "Here's the ho' he wants, Greg."

    "That her?" he asked Hungry.

    Sue was embarrassed to tears to be put on display like this, naked and in chains, to her old friend who had just purchased her like a used car.

    Hungry smiled.  "Yes, that's her."  Hungry handed Greg a briefcase.

    Greg set it on the desk and counted the packets of money inside.  "Okay, take her and get out'a here!"

    Lamont handed the end of the chain to Hungry, then handed him a key.  Both black men then left the room.

    Hungry reached behind him and picked up a small suitcase.  "Here, Sue, I can't take you home naked.  So I brought you some clothes."

    Sue opened the suitcase to find a black panty, a white tank top, cutoff denim shorts, and a pair of sneakers.

    Susan dressed quickly while Hungry held the end of the chain and watched her.

    Once dressed, Hungry led her by the chain out into a seedy waiting room.  A bored cashier sat behind a barred window, and a small handful of men were sitting around reading porno magazines, presumably waiting for the next prostitute to become free.

    Hungry used the key to remove her chains.  "Oh Hungry!" she threw her arms around him and grabbed him tightly.

    After holding him for several minutes he leaned back.  "Okay Sue, let's get out of here!"

    "Hungry," she asked and paused.  "That pimp called me a beat up old whore before.  Have I really aged that much?  Do I really look that bad?"

    "Sue!  It's only been a year and a few months.  You haven't aged a bit.  You're as beautiful today as you were when we were making fake porno movies of us together."

    "You're telling the truth, Hungry?"

    "I swear, I'm telling the truth, Sue!"

    "Oh, Hungry, you are so sweet!  Say, what day it is, anyway?" she asked.

    "It's Friday."

    "Then take me back to your place for that weekend I hinted at so long ago."

    "You mean, 'Maybe yes, maybe no?'"

    "Definitely yes!" she grinned.

    Hungry hired a cab to drive them all the way back to his small house in suburban New Jersey.  Getting out of the cab, Susan asked, "Didn't you tell me you lived in a hi-rise."

    "Yeah, but when the economy started to get better, I quit driving a truck, found another computer job, and bought this house."

    "And your daughter?"

    "After she graduated high school, she moved to Germany to join a rock band."

    "So, are you hungry, Sue?" Hungry asked.

    "No, you're Hungry!  But I haven't had a bath or shower in over a year!"

    "A bath?  I got a bathtub for two upstairs.  Go indulge yourself!"

    "Hungry, after my bath I'm all yours, just like I promised!"

    Hungry grinned.  "I'm holding you to it this time, Sue!"

    Sue spent an hour in that bath, scrubbing a year of filth off her that Lamont's hosings off didn't seem to get.

    Wrapped in a towel, Sue exited the bathroom into the master bedroom.

    At that moment, Hungry entered the bedroom from the hallway, also wrapped in a towel.  "After that trip into the city, I also needed a shower."

    "Hungry, you should have joined me!"

    "I though you probably wanted to be alone in your bath."

    "Yeah," she said.  "Actually, I did.  Thanks."

    "But I don't want to be alone now!" Sue said as she dropped her towel and then grabbed Hungry's towel and yanked it off him, revealing his cock pointing to the ceiling.

    Hungry grabbed Susan and pulled her onto the bed with him.

    Sue planted her open mouth on his and spent several minutes exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

    "Oh, Hungry!" Susan said with a smile.  "What shall we do now?"

    "I bet you'd like a massage!" Hungry answered.

    "Oh yes!" Susan gasped.  "No one's ever offered me a massage before.  I'd love one!"

    "Roll onto your stomach," Hungry said.

    Sue rolled onto her stomach, and Hungry swung his leg over her and sat on the small of her back.  Oddly, the sensation was not uncomfortable.

    Hungry began to press down hard on the nape of her neck with his flat open palms, making little swirling motions.  He slowly moved  from the center across to her shoulder blade.  A lifetime of sexual frustration slowly began to drain from her body.  Hungry slowly moved back toward the center, and then to the other shoulder blade.

    He continued back and forth across her back, moving slowly downward.

    As his palms moved lower, he moved his seat from the small of her back to her buttocks.  He massaged her back down to her kidneys, then moved slowly back up again until he stopped at the nape of her neck where he started.

    "Oh Hungry!" Susan crooned.  "That was wonderful!  I'm so glad you bought me!  I hope you never sell me."

    Hungry fell off her and flopped onto his back.

    "Come here, Sue," he said as he motioned for her to get on him.

    Susan mounted him, laying her body on his and they resumed kissing once again.

    Susan then slowly crawled down Hungry's body licking here and there, going lower and lower.

    Her year as a prostitute taught her a few things about giving oral pleasure to men, so when she reached her final objective, she easily took the whole thing into her mouth.  She slid her mouth up and down it while wrapping her tongue around the shaft and tickling the head.  It didn't take long for him to explode into her mouth. She continued milking him with her mouth as he came, and continued even after he finished.  Her year of oral exercise had given her great stamina and jaw strength, and she continued to milk his cock with her mouth even as it got soft.  Still, she continued.  After some effort, his cock got hard again.  It took a little longer the second time, but he eventually exploded into her mouth yet again. She milked him dry and then crawled back up his body to face him.

    "Wow, Sue!" Hungry gasped.  "You're better at that than any girl I've ever been with!  Any!  Wow!"

    "Yeah," Sue felt herself blushing, despite her year as a prostitute.  "But now I expect you to keep your promise to me from a year ago too."

    "Oh yeah, you want me to eat you now."

    "Yeah!  Go down on me!" Sue squealed.

    Hungry crawled down her body and put his face to her muff.

    She shivered when Hungry began to suck on her pubic hair and twirl it with his tongue.  He spent some time on her muff sucking and teasing the wiry hairs with his lips.

    Finally, his head moved between her thighs.  He teased her, licking the crease where her leg met her crotch.  Then he moved to the other side.  "Oh Hungry!  Stop teasing me!"

    He complied with her request and plunged his tongue between her outer lips.

    He found her vagina, and began to use his tongue like a cock, sliding it in and out of her.  He continued to fuck her with his tongue, as she felt the tingling pressure rise in her thighs.

    Hungry brought her to within a hair of climax, then he zeroed in on her clit.  He sucked the little nub into his mouth between his lips; at first gently, then with all the suction he could produce.

    He then began to use his breath to suck it in and out of his mouth, over and over again.  And then, he held it in and began to tickle it with the tip of his tongue.

    "Oh, wow!" Susan screamed.  "That feels so good!"

    Not even Cindy had been this talented with her mouth.

    After Hungry utterly drained all the energy from her, she lay there panting from the most intense orgasm she had ever known.

    "Wow!" she panted.  "Hungry!  My hungry man!"

    "Yes, Sue?" he asked.

    "Kiss me!" she moaned.

    "Gladly!" he answered.  He crawled back up to her face, settling his body on hers, and resumed kissing her.

    "Do you have any rubbers?" Susan whispered.

    "Yeah.  Right there," he pointed to a drawer in his night table.

    Sue rolled Hungry off her onto his back and opened the drawer.

    "Here," she said, handing him the rubber!

    "You put it on me," he said.

    "If you say so," Susan said as a sly grin formed on her mouth.

    She swung a leg over his head and sat on his face.  Stretching her legs out in front of her so that her full weight would be bearing down on Hungry's face, she leaned forward and stroked his rock-hard member.  Holding up the packet containing the rubber, she slowly tore open the wrapper.  Carefully removing the rubber from the wrapper, she set it on the tip of his hard manhood.

    Hungry started to quake under her and began to wave his hands at her.  She set the rubber down on his chest and grabbed his wrists. Pushing his wrists down, she placed her heels heavy on the palms of his hands, immobilizing his arms.

    "Hold still, while I put this rubber on you, love," she scolded him.

    She picked the rubber back up and then, ever so slowly, she unrolled the rubber down onto his shaft.

    She lifted her ass off his face as he let out an explosive breath.  Sue turned her ass around and sat on his rigid member, sliding it up into her.

    Hungry, with his beet-red face, began to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her tunnel of love until he finally came. Susan was still at the height of her arousal, and the feeling of his rigid member sliding inside her was enough to make her orgasm again.   While she came, his own powerful orgasm rocked his whole body, lifting her up and down as he arched his back in pleasure.

    Finally spent of sexual energy, Susan fell forward onto him, and kissed him yet again.

    "Oh, Hungry!" Susan actually began to cry.  "I love you so much!"

    "I love you more than I can say, Sue!" Hungry answered, not without some moisture in his eyes as well.

    Exhaustion began to set in, not just from this evening, but from the past few years.  Sue snuggled her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

    "Going to sleep, Sue?"

    "Yes," Sue yawned.  "Can I sleep on top of you?"

    "Hmm.  No woman ever asked me if she could sleep on me before. But I'll try anything once."

    Her exhaustion finally overcame her.  Had Hungry said "no" to her request, she likely would have fallen asleep on him anyway.

    A grogginess faded in as Susan woke from the soundest night of sleep she could ever remember having.  She was still on top of Hungry, as he slept soundly underneath her.

    Not wanting to wake him, she lowered her head back down and dozed off again.

    Sue woke again and found herself staring into Hungry's eyes.

    "You just waking up too, lover?" Sue asked.

    "Actually," he said sheepishly, "I've been awake for a while."

    "Really?  With me sleeping on top of you?  Why didn't you wake me?"

    "I didn't want to wake you, Sue."

    "Oh, you're so sweet!  I love you, love you, love you!"

    "I love you so, so much Sue!  Now that we're both awake, care for a shower and some breakfast?"

    "Shower?  Hmmm," Sue pondered.  "I want that tongue bath that you promised me a year ago!"

    "One tongue bath, coming right up!"

    Hungry began by kissing her, then moved up to her forehead, and around her face, licking and sucking the whole way.

    He slowly made his way down her neck, licking and sucking the whole way.

    He spent some time on her face, working his tongue behind her ears, down the sides of her head and across her neck, not missing a spot.

    He slowly made his way down her chest, working zigzag across and down.  He moved onto her chest, paying special attention to her breasts and nipples.  He took extra time getting each nipple wet and hard.

    Sue already felt so extremely wet down below.  Even had she not willingly let herself go, Hungry's tongue would have proven itself way too talented for her to resist.

    Sue gasped when Hungry dallied at her navel, sucking out the gunk  from within, and then swallowing it!  Sue made no comment, not wanting to risk causing Hungry to stop his progress.

    He slowly continued his trek downward.  He dallied at her muff, sucking on the hairs like he had done the night before.  A moment later, he plunged his face between her thighs and began licking her most private flesh with his tongue in long slow movements.  Up and down, he licked.  Licking up one side and down the other.  He flicked her clit each time his tongue passed over it, and his tongue shot into her vagina on each pass.  He continued licking her pussy getting her soaking wet, before sucking on her clit like he had done before. Once again, he sucked the little nub deep into his mouth, and then flicked and tickled it with the tip of his tongue until she exploded in ecstasy.  He continued to drain her until she could take no more.

    As she way quivering in the after quake of her orgasm, Hungry continued down one of her legs, licking the whole way.  He made it to her foot, and spent considerable time on her foot, licking the bottom clean, then sucking on each toe in turn, as though each were a nipple.

    He moved to the other foot, repeating as he had done for the first, then slowly moved back up her leg.

    When he reached the top of her leg, he, once again, buried his face in her pussy.  She was still hot, and she came a second time soon after he began to suck on her clit again.

    "Oh Hungry!" she moaned.

    "Yes, sweetheart, why don't you roll over now?"

    Sue rolled onto her chest, and Hungry began at the top again.  He began sucking the nape of her neck and then moved to her shoulders.

    He slowly licked down one arm to her hand, where he spent considerable time sucking on each of her fingers.

    He moved across to her other hand, sucking on her remaining fingers, then moved up her other arm back to the nape of her neck.

    From there, he began to move down her back.  As he had done with her chest, he licked zig-zag down her back.

    Sue gasped when he reached her buttocks.

    "Will he?" she wondered to herself.

    He spent some time on each ass cheek, then moved to the top of her ass crack.

    He began licking deep down her ass crack, going lower and lower.

    "Oh God!  Will he?" Sue asked herself again, amazed that he was even willing to do that.

    Sue squealed aloud when she felt his wet tongue lick over her anus.  Then she squealed again when he slid his tongue into her anus.

    Unlike having a cock up her ass, this was actually pleasurable. Intensely pleasurable!  He continued to fuck her asshole with his tongue for quite some time before he moved down her ass crack and onto her inner thighs.

    From there, he worked his way down the back of her leg to her foot once again.  He licked the soles of her feet once again, then back up the other leg.

    At that, he had licked literally every square inch of flesh on her body that was lickable.

    Hungry crawled up her body and rolled off her, and snuggled next to her.

    "That was wonderful, love!" Sue moaned.

    "I'm glad you liked it, love!" he answered.

    Sue pushed him onto his back and climbed onto him in the 69 position.  She pressed her muff onto his face, then staring ring into the end of his hard cock, she kissed the tip.

    She took a breath, then engulfed the whole thing in her mouth. She immediately began to slide her pips up and down the length of the shaft.  She could sense the tension build in him, underneath her, as she continued to suck his cock.

    His cock began to throb inside her mouth, and immediately began to shoot wads of cum, rhythmically, into the back of her mouth.

    She pushed her mouth all the way onto it, totally engulfing it, and held it there, allowing him the joy of coming deep into her throat with every quake of his body.

    Waiting a few moments until she was certain that he had finished, she removed her mouth from his sock and then crawled around to face her lover and savior.

    "Oh, Hungry!  I think this is the happiest day of my life!  Ever!"

    "Really, Sue?  I know it's the happiest day of mine!"

    Sue and Hungry snuggled and kissed for a while before getting out of bed and drifted into the kitchen for breakfast.

    Over Belgian waffles, bacon, tea, and orange juice, Sue asked, "Do you still write erotic stories like you used to?"

    "Oh, yes, Sue!  I never stopped.  Would you like to see my latest project?"

    Sue remembered that he liked to build props, such as his toilet slave bed-chair, and his cum-sponge harness.  "Of course!" she answered.

    "Come with me, love!"

    Sue followed him down to the basement where he had set up what looked like a hospital operating room.

    "Lay on that gurney, Sue!" Hungry said.

    "Anything you say, love!" Sue answered with a grin.

    Hungry shackled her ankles to the foot of the gurney, then pulled her arms out at right angles and shackled her wrists down.  Lastly, he placed a leather belt snugly over her neck, and buckled it in place.

    "What are you going to do me, doctor?" she asked jokingly.

    "First, I'm going to examine you, Sue."

    Hungry went over to the corner of the room, and wheeled over a tray table with a number of typical doctor's instruments.

    Hungry began by taking her temperature by inserting a probe into her mouth.  He looked into her ears with an otoscope.  Then he looked into her mouth and scraped at her teeth with a steel probe.

    He wrote something on a clipboard, then continued.

    Next, he used a stethoscope to listen to her heart.

    Next, he placed a tongue depressor into her mouth and told her to cough, just as a real doctor would.

    Again, he wrote more on the clipboard.

    "Are you giving me a real medical exam, Hungry?" she asked with a sly smile.

    "Yes," he answered.

    Sue gasped when Hungry removed a real syringe from the table.

    "Wait, Hungry!  Are you really going to stick that in me?"

    "Yes, Sue.  I'm going to draw some blood."

    Sue gasped at that, but she trusted Hungry with her very life, so she didn't object.

    He drew the blood, then he wheeled the cart into another room.

    Sue started to worry when he remained in the other room for what seemed like a good fifteen or twenty minutes.  But she wanted to be a good "patient" so she remained quiet.

    Hungry eventually returned to the room pushing another cart carrying several bags of ice and numerous plastic coolers of the type people bring food to picnics.  Each one was labeled: "heart," "lung," "kidney," etc.  He was also holding a cell phone to his ear.

    "Hi Julie."

    ...

    "Yes I have some new stock for you.  Interested?"

    ...

    "Good."

    ...

    "Well," Hungry flipped through the clipboard.  "Caucasian female, mid thirties, five feet nine."

    ...

    "Yeah.  About five pints of type-A blood.  Two corneas.  Heart. Two lungs."

    ...

    "Yes, non smoker."

    ...

    "Okay.  Two kidneys.  Liver.  Pancreas.  Bone marrow."

    ...

    "Yeah, sure, that sounds like a fair price."

    ...

    "Whenever you want.  Tonight even, if you want."

    ...

    "Yeah, tonight's fine.  I can have the stock to you in, oh, about two or three hours."

    ...

    "Yeah, usual drop off place."

    ...

    "Okay."

    Hungry closed the phone and positioned a spotlight over Susan.

    "Hungry!" Susan shrieked.  "Please tell me that's all part of the game!"

    "I'm sorry, Sue.  I had to invest nearly my whole life savings to buy you from that pimp.  I need to get my savings back.  Plus, I stand to make a nice profit.  You know what they say -- the parts are worth more than the whole."

    Susan was frantic.  "No!  Hungry!  Please Hungry!  No!  I love you!  Please don't do this to me!"

    "I love you too, Sue.  But business is business."

    * END * 


