It pressed and spread the holes of her asshole wider and wider as it fucked into her. She grunted and moaned as the pain tore through her body. She knew the couple behind her didn't care about her cries of agony. She knew they would use her in any way they wished. Her pain was their joy. Her degradation only drove them to degrade and humiliate her more.
Then the cock was pulling back out again.
"Now, baby, slam it to her." Lucy yelled as she reached up under her dress and began rubbing her wet pussy.
Jerome grunted and gave a mighty thrust.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" Susan screeched as the cock fucked all the way up into her Vaseline-lined shitter. She thought the cock had split her in two.
As fast as the cock went in, it was puffing back out, and Susan could see her tits dangling back and forth as her body was jerked back. Susan could hear Jerome's grunts as he began moving his cock faster in and out of her shit-hole.
The huge cock tore at her, ripped at her, filled and emptied her body almost in one motion. And then suddenly Susan felt a flutter in her stomach.
How could she be feeling this feeling with the pain that was digging deep into her bowels? she wondered.
The cock fucked in and out, in and out, and the passion within her body continued to grow despite her attempts to stop it. She could hear Lucy shouting to slam it to her faster and harder.
Then she felt her own ass responding by shoving back at the huge cock.
"Look at the bitch!" Lucy shouted. "She's fucking you back! Well, I'll be damned, she likes it!"
Susan tried to tell herself that she didn't like it, but her body was telling her something else. Her body was taking control of her mind.
Then, suddenly, Susan was shouting, "Give it to me! Oooooh, give it to me! Shove it in harder, harder!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! I'm getting ready! Goddamn, you're so tight, so tight!"
She felt her own body responding to the onslaught of the massive cock. She felt the heat in her body rising as sweat began running down her forehead, burning as it dripped into her eyes. She pushed her ass back to accept the huge cock.
"Fuck meeeeee! Oh, oh, oh, fuck me baby!" she screamed.
"Yeeeaaaahhhhh, I'm cummmmmming! I'm cummmmming!" Jerome gasped.
Lucy's hand was frantically rubbing up and down beneath her dress as she watched the girl's ass plunging back and forth on her husband's cock. She felt the heat rising in her body.
With one mighty thrust Jerome buried his cock deep into Susan's asshole and held it there. Susan could feel the cock swell even more as it pressed against her ass walls. She could feel her own lustful desires ready to burst forth just as the cock throbbed in her asshole and spurted boiling jism deep into her guts.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee, yeeeeaaahhh, yeaaaaaahhh!" she cried.
The cock throbbed and throbbed, shooting gob after gob of white, creamy spunk up into her bowels, and she heard Lucy let out a scream of climax as her own cunt completely flooded with juicy female cum juice.
Susan's climax was so great that fuck-juice was dripping out around the puffy lips of her cunt and running down the insides of her soft white thighs. Then she felt Jerome's cock slowly begin sliding back out of her tortured asshole.
When it finally hit Susan what she had done, she was deeply ashamed. She couldn't understand how she had let it happen. The pain mixed with the pleasure and the two together had been more than she could control. She felt humiliation at having cum in front of the couple. She had lowered herself to their level and vowed silently to herself that it would never happen again.
"Turn around, bitch," Lucy said. Susan turned. "Yes, Mistress." She saw Jerome's shit-stained prick.
"Clean it off," Lucy said.
"You mean lick my own shit?" Susan was caught by surprise that they would ask her to do such a thing.
"That's what I mean, cunt!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the bedroom Lucy pulled out a maid's uniform and tossed it on the bed. "Put that on. You can serve us our dinner this evening."
Susan picked up the uniform as Lucy rummaged around in the closet. There wasn't much to the uniform, but Susan did as she was told. If it was what they wanted her to wear, then it was what she would wear. A second later a pair of dark nylons flew back toward Susan's feet, followed by a pair of high heels. A garter belt came out, but no panties or bra.
Finally Lucy straightened up and eyed Susan as she began putting the garments on. Susan sat down on a chair by the bed and slid the nylons up her long legs.
The maid's outfit consisted of little more than a bib that barely covered her tits, leading down to a short skirt that was completely open in the back and covered her crotch by about one inch below the lips of her cunt. A tiny white apron was tied at her waist and the outfit set off by a frilly white cap for her head.
Once dressed, Lucy led her back into the kitchen mid told her where everything was. They were having steak, broiled potatoes and creamed carrots, along with lemon pie. Lucy and Jerome sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while they watched their slave prepare supper. Susan knew their eyes were fixed on her rounded asscheeks, but being nearly nude didn't seem to bother her as much as it first did.
It took Susan almost an hour to prepare supper the way Lucy had said they wanted it. Every once in a while a hand would stop her and rub up and down her asscheeks before letting her go on with her work.
She stood back when she was done and watched them eat. She hadn't thought about being hungry, but now she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She was hoping she would be fed once they were through.
Lucy looked over at Susan and caught the girl staring at the food. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Mistress. I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning."
"But you had plenty to drink, didn't you?" Jerome chuckled, reminding Susan of all the piss she'd had to swallow.
Her eyes dropped in shame. "Yes, Master."
"Oh?" Lucy looked at Jerome. "What is this about drinking?"
Jerome explained the scene on the stage earlier in the day as Lucy listened intently. When Jerome was finished, Lucy looked up at Susan. "Did you enjoy the action on the stage?"
"I-I do what I'm told, Mistress," Susan said.
"Come over here, cunt."
Susan edged along the table until she was standing alongside Lucy.
"Undo the bib."
Susan reached behind her neck and pulled the tie loose and let the bib fall forward to reveal her tits.
"Put your right tit on my plate." Dropping to her knees, Susan scooted forward and placed her naked tit on the plate, pushing it into the steak sauce that remained.
Lucy picked up a fork and placed the tines down on top of the tit. She pressed the tines down to dig deeply into the soft flesh.
"Oooooooh!" Susan sobbed as the fork dug down into her tit-flesh, hurting her.
"Now, cunt, I asked you if you liked swallowing men's piss. I didn't ask you whether or not you did what you were told!"
The fork pressed deeper into her flesh.
"Aaaannnngggh!" Susan yelped as the pain in her tit shot through her chest.
"Answer me, you slut!" The tines pressed harder. "Ahhhhhh – oh, yes, Mistress, I – ohhhhh – enjoyed swallowing the men's piss!" Susan gasped.
"Good, then let's see how you like a woman's piss. Get down between my legs and cover my cunt with that mouth of yours," Lucy said.
Susan felt her stomach tighten.
The fork eased up off her tit, leaving four red marks where the tine had dug.
Lucy spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow and Susan knelt down between them. Since Lucy hadn't bothered to slide her dress up, Susan had to pull her head up under the dress. Opening her mouth, she placed her lips tightly against the hairy cunt in front of her.
"That's it, toilet-mouth," Lucy said, and squeezed down with her stomach muscles.