"Please," she begged. "Take it out. It's too biigggg… oh!" She winced as he began humping his hips at her. But as his mammoth cock burned back and forth over her sphincter, the feeling began to change. She felt it burning through the rest of her body in a sensual arousal that left her panting. And suddenly she didn't want it out. "Oh, oh… ummmm. Don't stop!"
J.D. crowed. "You like it, bitch! Don't you? Admit it. You want my cock fucking your ass. You like the feel of it. Say it!" He humped into her butt as hard as he could. Pushing her against the edge so she could hold on, he moved to the steps and pushed her ass up to the top of the water. His cock plunged in and out relentlessly.
Ginger could feel her orgasm approaching. With her ass sticking completely out of the water, her pussy slapped the surface each time his cock tore into her ass. The water splashed into her cunt in a rhythmic cadence that matched his cock. "Yes, yes. I love it. Ram it into me. Keep it coming. I want to feel your cock spurting cum inside my ass!"
As soon as she said, it, he pulled his cock out. "If that's what you want, you're certainly not going to get it, bitch. You don't deserve what you want. You deserve what I decide to give you." He grabbed her hair and twisted her head back until she was forced to look up at him with her nose and mouth barely out of the water. "And what you're going to get is eating my cum underwater."
"No, please!" She didn't have time to argue further. He pushed her head underwater and twisted her around so her legs were wrapped around his neck. She felt his face pressed against her pussy, his tongue stabbing into her slit. Oh, it felt so good. Yet, she felt a shudder of fear she would not be able to suck him off underwater.
Holding her breath, she opened her mouth and circled his cock. Keeping her lips tightly pursed around his shaft, she plunged her head up and down. She felt his legs moving and lifting her upward. Her face broke free of the surface and she saw he had stretched his legs across the tub and was holding on with his feet. He held the other side with his hands so that his head bobbed up and down in the water the same as hers.
She felt his mouth sucking and eating her pussy. His tongue lapped and stabbed into her silt as eagerly as she sucked his cock. Ginger allowed herself to be orally raped as he humped his hips up and down, driving his cock in and out of her mouth and tantalizing her cunt with his tongue.
His climax came quickly. His cum shot into her mouth in thick wads. She rolled his semen over her tongue, tasting its delicious flavor. She let it ooze past her lips onto his shaft. She smeared it over his shaft, twisting and pumping it to milk as much cum from his balls as possible.
And then she felt her climax ripping through her body. She writhed and twisted, her hips slapping into his face. She felt his tongue literally sucking her juices from her pussy as she stabbed it deeply into her hale and slurped savagely. She pumped his cock and sucked at his knob as hard as she could, milking his shaft for more cum.
They sucked on each other until they were both completely drained. They sank down into the water and floated apart. Ginger held the edge and let her feet settle comfortably to the bottom. Being a sex slave was not all bad. She felt every nerve in her body tingling with satisfaction. Her tits heaved as she sucked air into her lungs.
"But I still want proof," she said.
J.D. looked at her, anger returning to his face. He jumped from the water, grabbed a towel and marched from the room. Ginger felt stunned. She was untied and unguarded. Quickly, she unbuckled the collar from her neck and let the leash sink to the bottom. She crawled out of the tub and stepped to the door.
She peeked into the next room. It was a bedroom. No one was there. Dripping a stream of water, she scuffled to the door and again peeked out. The hall! But which way to go? She turned left without giving any further thought to an escape plan other than to flee. She was almost to the end when she heard someone coming around the corner. Panic stricken, she dashed for the closest door. Praying the room was empty, she silently twisted the knob and stepped inside.
Ginger was not prepared for the shock. She stood in a small foyer leading to a sitting room. Roger sat in an easy chair, his back to her, talking to a woman partially hidden from her view. She started to rush to him and embrace him, but something he said made her freeze.
"She should think I'm in jail for a month at least. At the end of that time, she should be trained enough that even Mr. Savoy will be pleased."
Ginger could not believe what she heard. Roger was not only not in jail, but he knew where she was and what kind of treatment she had been receiving. She was shocked. She clutched at the wall to keep from falling. All the punishment and torture she had been through had been to prepare her for someone she had never even met. Roger had made a fool of her.
She felt her heart pounding rapidly. She backed to the door and twisted the knob behind her. Just as she started to step out the door, she heard the woman speak.
"Roger, honey, I don't see why you want her around anyway. Haven't I been taking good enough care of you?" It was Alice's voice.
Ginger gasped. No wonder Alice had been so vicious with the whip. She had looked at Ginger as a competitor. Biting back tears of frustration, Ginger turned and fled into the hall. Silently, she dashed to the corner. She felt angrier than she'd ever felt before. As soon as she saw where the hall ended, she knew she'd made a mistake choosing this direction. The hall ended at the same closet door that led to the secret room.
She stopped and turned around. J.D. walked around the corner and ambled down the hall toward her. He carded a leather strap in his right hand.
"Trying to go somewhere?"
Ginger looked desperately for a place to run, but she was trapped. She backed against the closet door.
"No!" she pleaded. "Don't whip me. I'll tell the police if you do. You lied to me. Roger lied to me. He's not even in jail. I saw him." She cowered against the door.
J.D. stopped, surprise lifting his features. "You know?" He hesitated, clearly confused about what to do with her now. Ginger saw his hesitation as a chance to dash past him, but he responded as soon as she started to move. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her like a child. He carried her to the closet door and pushed her into the hidden room.
He tied her wrists and ankles to the wall, spread-eagling her in an upright position.
"You may wish you never poked your nose in where it wasn't meant to be before this day is over," he said as he shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When the door opened a few minutes later, Roger stepped inside. He looked at her angrily. "Bitch," he said. "You've really messed things up now. J.D. wants to kick you out." Roger crossed the room and slapped Ginger's face.
She couldn't believe the way Roger was turning on her. "You lied to me!" she protested. Her cheek stung. Tears streamed down her face.
"It doesn't matter. If you loved me the way you said you wouldn't be trying to get away. And now I'm not so sure I want you any more." He ran his hands down her body like he was inspecting a slave on the auction block. His fingers twisted her nipples and hefted her breasts. He parted her pussy lips and stabbed a finger deep inside.
Ginger flinched as his finger plunged into her cunt. "Don't," she pleaded, feeling her clit tingling despite her anger.
He slapped her tits. "What makes you think you're so special?" Using the palms of his hands, he slapped her breasts again, whipping them back and forth and making them dance and slap together until they were swollen with a perverse arousal.