Helen did it. Now she had her ass up in the air and her knees wide apart. Mother and son were behind her and they were talking about her. Helen heard Lucy talking to Calvin about her ass and cunt. The blonde's voice was teasing as she asked the boy if he liked a dark-haired cunt or a blonde cunt.
"I think you like your old lady better," Lucy said with a laugh. "But that's a nice-looking snatch, isn't it, baby? You wait and see how she creams when I give her the whip."
Calvin giggled and said he liked Lucy's cunt the best. Lucy called him a honey and she moved to give her attention to Helen. She stroked Helen's asscheeks with the tails of the whip. Then suddenly the blonde lashed down with the cat-o'-nine-tails and started whipping Helen's [missing text].
Helen groaned at the pain. She always expected it now. Whenever Eva sent her out, she always got hurt. But each time it was something different and, of course, the people were different and she was always afraid.
The whipping continued awhile, and then at last it stopped. Lucy told Helen to get up and turn around, and when Helen did it, she saw that Lucy was naked now, the wrapper gone.
The blonde smiled at Helen as she cupped her huge tits in her hands. "Suck these first, honey. Give me a good tit-sucking before we get on to other things."
Lucy moved forward, pushing at Helen so that Helen was forced to sit down in the armchair behind her. Then the blonde pushed one of her huge tits at Helen's mouth and forced Helen to suck it.
Helen took the woman's big tit in her mouth. She sucked one tit awhile, then Lucy made her switch to the other one. She sucked Lucy's nipples until they were stiff little paints in the centers of the huge halos.
Then Lucy pushed at Helen's head and forced Helen to sit on the floor in front of the armchair. Helen went down bare-assed on the dirty carpet and the blonde hovered over her with a soft chuckle, then shifted forward to get her cunt on Helen's mouth.
Lucy giggled, rolled her ass, then pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers to expose her clit. "Make nice to the man-in-the-boat, honey."
Helen sucked the woman's reeking cunt-gash. She flipped her tongue back and forth over the blonde's pink clit and slurped up the cunt-slime oozing out of Lucy's gaping fuckhole.
Calvin had come over, and now he sat on one of the arms of the chair and watched them as he jacked his prick.
After a while Lucy pressed her cunt more firmly down on Helen's mouth and the blonde started pissing down Helen's throat.
Helen took it. Her eyes closed, she kept her mouth open while Lucy pissed in it. She'd learned that if she swallowed fast she could avoid much of the pungent taste.
Lucy giggled as she told her son she was pissing in Helen's mouth. She asked Calvin if it turned him on and he nodded. "I like the way she drinks it."
Lucy laughed and said she wanted to see him finish jerking off. The boy's fist flew up and down his cackshaft and in a moment he shot his jism all over his mother's belly.
Her face still pressed against Lucy's cunt, Helen quivered as the last drops of piss rolled over her tongue.
And so the days passed. Two or three times a week Helen was sent out by Eva to work for the Order. She was always abused, always teased and taunted and used as a sexual toy by the people she served. She discovered the people in the Order were everywhere. One day she found herself in a minister's rectory. He was a pink-faced old man with white hair and a beaming smile.
His eyes sparkled as he told her to sit down. "You're quite lovely, my dear. Oh yes, I do like you."
Helen sat with him in a sitting room, the afternoon light shining through the windows as they faced each other. She was dressed modestly this time and for some reason she felt comfortable with him. The minister's name was Filmore and he wore, a white collar below his smooth chin. He smiled at Helen, an easy smile, but his blue eyes glittered as he looked at her.
Reverend Filmore started talking about sin. He said he'd spent his life making a study of the sinful ways people had. He said one had to understand sin in order to conquer it. He said he'd learned a great deal since he'd joined the Order. He told Helen it would be for the good of humanity if the Order took over the world. Then people would understand things, he said.
Helen didn't care about his ideas. These days she never thought about anything serious. Eva had warned her to get Filmore turned on and entertained because Filmore was important to the Order.
So Helen spread her legs a bit as he talked. Her skirt was short enough so that now Filmore could see the insides of her thighs. If he wanted to look. And he did want to look because his eyes locked in like a radar beam right between her knees.
She slowly moved her legs apart even farther. She was wearing nylons and a garter belt, and before long she was certain that he could see her bare thighs above her stockings. And maybe even some cunt-hair. She wore no panties, nothing to cover her cunt-bush. She wondered how many women came in here and spread their legs in the rectory.
Filmore continued talking about religion and sin. Then suddenly he stopped talking and he stared at Helen's crotch a long moment. He said nothing. This his lips moved and he spoke one word: "More".
A quiver went through Helen. She slowly pulled her skirt back and opened her thighs wide. Now her dark hairy cunt was exposed to his eyes.
Filmore's face was flushed as he gazed at her pussy. He sighed. He leaned back in his chair and unzipped his fly. He said nothing as he brought his pale-white prick out, of his pants. He began jacking his cock-skin as he gazed at Helen's exposed cunt.
She played the game with him. She slowly inched her hand down to her pussy. She spread her cuntlips to show him the inside of her pussy-gash.
Filmore shuddered with excitement. Then he rose up and came forward with his cock dangling out of his fly. When he was close to Helen, she took his prick with her fingers. She lifted his cherry-colored cock-knob to her lips and began sucking it.
Filmore groaned as he started fucking her face. He kept his chin raised, his eyes on the ceiling. He muttered constantly as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Then suddenly he pulled his prick out of her mouth and he said he'd like to see her ass. "One must look directly at evil," he said.
Helen thought he was crazy, but she wiped her lips and rose up and turned around. She lifted her skirt to show him her thighs and ass above her stockings.
He touched her. He stroked the rounds of her ass and tickled her asscrack. Just light touches at first, then his fingers pushed inside her asscrack to explore the valley between her asscheeks. One finger touched her asshole, explored the ring and then slowly pushed inside. He coughed and told her to bend over a little more.
Helen bent over the chair, holding onto the arms, her feet on the floor and her legs apart. His finger worked in her asshole, screwing around, reaming out her shifter. It was obviously her ass that appealed to him. She swayed her hips in response to his probing finger.
Then she heard him working at his pants and shorts to get them down. She held still as she waited for him. In a moment she felt his knob at her asshole. He gripped her hips and grunted as he pushed in.
No lubrication. These days she didn't need any. They all wanted to fuck her ass. Even some of the women were more interested in her ass than in her pussy.
Filmore's cock pushed inside her tithe until his balls were against her cuntlips. He sighed and gasped and groaned. She had an educated asshole now and she knew how to use it. She closed down on his cock, gripping his prick with her hot shitter.
Filmore went wild. He started muttering again, this time about God and heaven and sin. He continued ranting as he pumped his hips. He fucked her ass with more skill than she expected. He rolled her asscheeks around with his hands as he drove his cock in and out of her shit-tube.