Joanna saw the blonde's glance and smiled. "Ever had one of these used on you, honey?"
"No!"
"Well, you've got some learning to do, don't you?"
Paula groaned. She buried her head in her arms and waited for Joanna.
At last the brunette moved behind Paula's ass. She ran her fingernails over the blonde's ivory asscheeks.
Paula moaned. Her ass was still tender from the whipping she'd received earlier and Joanna's fingernails hurt terribly.
Suddenly Paula felt something rubbing against her asshole. Joanna's finger.
Oh, no, Paula thought. Please, God, not that.
Her prayer was not answered. A moment later she felt the tip of the dildo pushing against her shithole.
Joanna did not care about any pain she might cause the blonde. She pushed forward, slowly but steadily, and in a few moments she had the full length of the dildo deep inside Paula's ass.
Paula groaned and sobbed, shook her head from side to side and pleaded with Joanna to stop.
Joanna told her there was no way she would stop, not until she'd fucked Paula's ass and brought herself off.
"It's good for you," Joanna teased. "Just think of how nice and loose your asshole is going to be by the time I get through with you."
It took a long time. Paula's asshole was numb with pain long before Joanna shuddered through a climax.
When it was finally over, Joanna pulled the dildo out of the blonde's shitter and made her suck it clean.
Paula wanted to die. At this moment she decided death would be a relief.
When the dildo was clean, Joanna unbuckled the harness and tossed it back in the cardboard box.
Now she brought out two metal devices attached to thin chains.
"Know what these are?"
"No," Paula said.
Joanna chuckled and approached Paula. "Nipple-clips, honey. Just sit straight while I put them on."
Horrified, Paula watched as Joanna opened the clips and fastened them on her nipples.
The pain was sharp at first, but then it died down.
Joanna smirked and tugged at the chains attached to the clips.
Paula screamed.
"Nice, huh?"
"My God, you're a sadistic beast!" Paula wailed.
"You can say that while you eat my cunt, honey. You do it right or you get your nipples pulled off."
Moments later Joanna was on the bed with her back against the headboard and her knees raised to her tits. Paula crouched between the brunette's thighs, her mouth on Joanna's reeking cunt, her lips and tongue working feverishly on Joanna's oozing cuntflesh.
At intervals Joanna giggled and pulled one or both clips.
Whenever the clips were pulled, Paula groaned into Joanna's cunt and sucked harder.
Paula suddenly felt a hand on her ass. Frankie had come into the room.
"Jesus Christ, Joanna, what the fuck are you doing?"
The brunette giggled and pulled one of the chains. "I'm training her. Isn't it neat?"
Frankie chuckled. "It really hurts, huh?"
"You want to try it?"
"Shit, no." He probed Paula's asshole with a finger. "Hey, she's got a real loose asshole now. Did you fuck her in the ass with that rubber cock of yours? You still have that thing?"
"You bet."
"What else did you do?"
"I pissed on her."
"No wonder it stinks in here."
"Would you like to do it?"
"Do what? Piss on her? Sure, yeah, why not? Where do I do it, right here?"
"No, moron, we put her in the bathtub."
And so Paula once again found herself being led into the bathtub.
This time it was Frankie who straddled her.
Holding his cock in one hand, he started pissing.
He giggled like a lunatic as he directed the stream of hot piss up and down her body.
He pissed on her tits and cunt and then he moved the stream up to piss on her face.
Paula lay there limp and defeated, her eyes and mouth tightly closed as the hot reeking piss rained down on her.
When he finally finished pissing, he stepped out of the bathtub and they turned the shower on to clean her up.
"She's a lovely little bitch," Joanna said. "I'm going to have all kinds of fun with her."
"That pissing business turned me on," Frankie said. "Come on, I'll fuck you on the bed."
Paula was pulled along with them. Dripping wet, she was led to the bed and forced to get her head under Frankie's ass as he fucked Joanna from behind.
Paula's job was to suck Frankie's balls while he fucked the brunette.
When Frankie finally shot his load, Paula had to suck his jism out of Joanna's cunt.
Joanna held Paula's ears and forced the blonde's nose up and down over her clit.
After that Joanna pushed Paula off the bed. The brunette grabbed one of the chains attached to the collar around Paula's neck and ordered her to stand.
"Let's go," Joanna said. "We'll set you up in the basement. You'll have your own private party down there."
She chuckled as she led Paula out of the room.
In a daze, Paula meekly followed Joanna down to the basement.
She wondered how Emmylou was doing.
Was the girl suffering as much as she was?
When they reached the basement, Joanna quickly secured Paula to one of the posts.
Chained like an animal, her body quivering with fear, Paula groaned as she watched Joanna raise the whip.
"Let me hear it, honey. I want you to scream."
The whip came down on her ass and Paula screamed.
Later she screamed again when Joanna had her fun with the chains attached to the nippleclips.
The screaming went on and on and then after awhile Paula could take no more and her eyes rolled up as she passed out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Joanna left Paula tied to the post in the basement. The blonde was exhausted and happy to be free of the sadistic brunette, but being chained to the post was an agony.
Finally after an hour Vic came down the stairs to the basement with some food.
He untied Paula, but left her secured to the post with a length of chain.
I'm like a dog, Paula thought. She could wander so far from the post and no more.
She was hungry and she greedily ate the food on the tray.
Vic sat on a wooden chair with his eyes on her. She was sitting on an old mat, her legs folded under the tray of food, and she was embarrassed because she was naked and he could see her crotch.
She still had the nipple clips on and the long thin chains dangled from her tits and clinked against the tray as she ate her food.
Finally she said to Vic, "How long will I have to stay down here?"
The big man shrugged. "Don't ask me, lady."
"Don't you think it's wrong to treat a defenseless woman like this?"
He grinned. "Don't you like the food? Your kid made the food, so you ought to like it."
"I'm not talking about the food."
"Then what?"
"I'm talking about being chained like this."
"That's Joanna's idea."
"Does she give the orders?"
"What's the difference? Come on, finish up."
"I'm finished."
"You got to go?"
"Go where?"
"To the toilet."
"Well, yes, I do."
He grinned and unlocked the chain from the post. She thought he would take her upstairs to one of the bathrooms, but instead he pulled her along to the cubicle and the bare toilet near the boiler in the basement.
"Go on," he said, "leave the door open."
She avoided his eyes as she sat down on the toilet. He held onto the chain and watched her as she peed and wiped her pussy with some toilet paper. She was about to get up when he moved forward and took hold of the chains attached to the nipple-clips.
"Suck my cock," he said.
It was a simple direct order and she could tell he expected to be obeyed. She did not want him pulling on the clips attached to her nipples. She remembered the terrible pain when Joanna had done it.