Helen hurried to obey. She went down an her knees in front of Eva and pressed her mouth against the blonde's pussy.
Eva chuckled and started pissing in Helen's mouth.
Helen took it.
She was nothing but a slave.
She hated the piss, but she took it and swallowed what Eva gave her.
She wondered if her misery would ever end.
CHAPTER NINE
"You must be the girl from the Order," the woman said with a smile.
She stood at the open door of the frame house, a forty-year-old blonde with big tits in a colorful wrapper. She smiled at Helen, a curious and mocking smile, as if she already knew all about Helen, all her secrets.
Helen nodded and the woman opened the door wider to let her inside the house. Helen felt miserable because the woman's eyes were laughing at her and this wasn't the sort of place she was used to. The house was a seedy mess, cluttered and dusty and with a smell of rotting wood.
The woman led Helen into a stuffy old living room, and there Helen saw the teenage boy.
The woman introduced the boy as her son Calvin. She said her own name was Lucy and she asked Helen's name. She told Helen to sit down while she went to the kitchen to fetch some booze.
Helen sat down in one of the torn easy chairs. Slumped on the sofa with his legs wide apart, Calvin gave her a lazy grin. He looked unwashed. His tee-shirt was grimy and his jeans soiled with grease. Helen decided both of them were creepy and she felt uneasy. She didn't like the way Calvin was looking at her. He was almost drooling, his eyes on her legs. Like always, Eva had warned Helen about obedience. Helen was afraid now because she had no idea what to expect from these people. They weren't her sort. Especially the boy. He seemed a little crazy, the way he looked at her and grinned without saying anything. She was afraid to uncross her legs, afraid to show him any more.
Then finally Lucy was back with a bottle and two glasses. She poured some bourbon into the glasses and handed one glass to Helen. "This is all there is, honey. But it's better than nothing, isn't it?"
Helen hated bourbon, but she said nothing and sipped her drink. It was evident to Helen now that the woman was already boozed up. Maybe she was always boozed up. The blonde was still attractive, with creamy skin and lovely hair, but maybe she did drink too much.
Lucy sat down beside her son on the sofa. She started talking to Helen about their house and their landlord. It seemed they rented the place from an old geezer who expected Lucy to put out in exchange for a break on the rent. Helen was shocked because Lucy's son was sitting right there while Lucy talked about fucking the landlord.
Then Lucy asked Helen what she did for a living, and when Helen said she was a teacher, Calvin giggled. "Hey, that's cool."
Lucy was also amused. "Well, that's ducky, isn't it? I mean Calvin likes all his teachers. The women teachers, anyway. Isn't that right, honey?"
She smiled at the boy and rubbed his head with affection. Then Helen was astonished to see Lucy's hand drop down to Calvin's lap to rub his crotch a moment.
Lucy looked at Helen and smiled and said maybe Helen ought to get her clothes off now. She said Calvin was restless and they'd already decided he'd be the one to have first crack at Helen. "We tossed for it and he won. Why don't you show us what you've got, honey?"
Helen was more uneasy than ever as she rose. She tried to blot everything out of her mind. She thought of asking if she could undress in another room, but she knew they wanted her to do it in front of them. She told herself to forget about them, forget about her helplessness.
She dropped her dress and stepped out of it. She was wearing a red undie set chosen for her by Eva. A red lace half-bra that pushed her tits up like a pair of offered cantaloupes. A red lace garter belt and red lace panties and sheer beige nylons and red high-heeled pumps.
Calvin snickered as he looked at her. "She's pretty, Ma."
Lucy agreed. She smiled and said Helen sure had nice legs. She told Helen to get the bra off so they could see Helen's tits.
Helen unsnapped the bra and dropped it on the chair where she'd placed her dress. Her tits bounced as she moved.
Lucy teased Calvin about Helen's tits. "You like them, don't you, honey?"
When the boy nodded, Lucy playfully twisted his ear and said Helen didn't have as much in front as she herself had. The blonde pulled the front of the wrapper aside to reveal one of her huge tits. She held the underside of her tit with her palm and raised the globe to point the fat nipple at Helen.
"Now the panties, honey. Get the panties off and show the boy some pussy."
Helen did it. She slipped the panties off and dropped them on top of her bra. Now she wore nothing but the garter belt and nylons and heels. She turned slowly to show them what she had from all sides. Now she wanted them to get hot. She told herself she'd have some control over them if they got turned on.
Lucy made comments about Helen's ass. She said the garter belt looked good on Helen. She said Helen had a nice-looking ass. Then the blonde told her son to go on and touch Helen. "Do what you want, baby. That's what she's here for."
The boy rose. Lucy smiled at Helen and the smile said: Get ready, honey.
Ready for what? Helen quivered as she saw the crazy look in the boy's eyes.
He walked toward her, his eyes on her tits.
When he was close enough, he cupped his hands under her tits and squeezed them. In a moment, the squeezing became more forceful. He giggled as he squeezed harder and harder. Helen groaned. The pain was unbearable. She moaned and begged him to stop. He giggled some more, then he finally unclasped her tits to concentrate on her nipples. He pinched each nipple with his fingertips, brutal pinching that soon put her in a state of shock. She was at the point of fainting when he suddenly released her.
He slapped her tits as she recovered. As she stood there with weak legs, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans and shorts. He pushed at her shoulders and she went down on her knees in front of him.
She took his hard prick in her mouth. She told herself she'd rather suck his cock than be hurt by him. She mouth fucked him, bobbing her head back and forth, her lips gliding over his cockshaft. He giggled as he watched her, then he finally pushed her away and finished undressing.
On the sofa, Lucy watched them with a hand supporting one of her huge tits and the other hand between her legs. Helen remained crouched on her knees on the moldy carnet. She found the woman repulsive.
Then Calvin was back. He pulled at Helen, pulled her toward the sofa. The boy sat down beside his mother and he wanted Helen to mount his lap. Helen did it, climbing over him to get his cock in her cunt, and then sitting down on him.
She started fucking him, riding his cock, bouncing her ass up and down on his lap. He squeezed her tits with his hands, then raised one tit to suck the nipple between his teeth.
Lucy giggled and reached over to stroke Helen's bouncing ass. The blonde's fingers moved down Helen's asscrack to find her stretched cunthole and Calvin's cock. She grabbed the boy's balls and held onto them as Helen continued fucking him.
Helen rode the boy until he came. He made snorting sounds as he went off. He gasped and moaned as he shot his jism up her cunt. When it was over, he pushed Helen off his lap and she fell down on the floor.
Mother and son laughed at Helen as she sprawled on the soiled carpet Lucy told Helen to stay down there. "Just get on all fours, honey. Turn around so we can see your ass."
The blonde got up and went to a drawer in a chest against one of the walls. She brought out a cat-o'-nine-tails and Helen trembled when she saw it. Lucy giggled as she brandished the whip at Helen. She told Helen to get her head and shoulders down and move her legs apart.