She sat down beside Mrs. Farrell and the limo drove off. Angela was afraid to talk. After a while Mrs. Farrell started talking. She said Angela could call her Helen.
"We'll be seeing a great deal of each other," the older woman said with a giggle.
Angela watched the houses roll by as Helen continued talking. Helen said Angela looked pretty in the clothes she was wearing. Angela blushed. The last time Helen had seen her she'd been naked.
Helen teased Angela about the leather collar.
"You'll always wear it, of course. I guess some people will know what it means. They'll envy me, won't they? Yes, I'm sure they will."
Then she told Angela to get down on the floor of the limo and get her face between her legs.
Helen uncovered her thighs as Angela went down. The back of the limo was spacious and Angela had no trouble kneeling in front of Helen. Today Helen wore a garter belt, stockings and panties. Angela moved in to get her face against Helen's warm crotch. She worked her mouth at the nylon to get at Helen's cunt. Helen's panty-crotch was soaked. Angela sucked the older woman's cunt juice through the nylon. The car rolled on. Angela had no idea how much time passed. Her nose was filled with the smell of Helen's cunt.
Finally the limo stopped. Helen pushed Angela away and straightened her dress. Angela hurried to get back into her seat. The chauffeur came around to open the door and the two women climbed out.
Helen led Angela into a large house. Angela told herself her life would be better here. No matter what happened, it would certainly be better than the guard-house and those brutes.
Inside Helen's house, Angela met the butler and one of the maids. The servants showed no surprise at Angela's presence. Helen led Angela away to the library. The older woman patted Angela's cheek.
"I'm sure they'll love you."
She was talking about her family. In a moment an old man and a younger one came in. They seemed amused by Angela. The old man was Arthur Farrell, Helen's husband. He was about sixty. The younger man was their son Peter.
The Farrell men were amused by Angela, but not surprised to see her. Peter snickered as he looked Angela over. The Farrells chatted with each other about Angela's trip. Then Helen called a maid and Angela was taken to her room. The maid's name was Mary and she seemed disgusted by Angela.
When the maid left, Angela heard the door being locked from the outside. Maybe it would be better here, but she was still a prisoner. At least she was away from the guards.
She looked at the room. It was an ordinary little bedroom with dull furniture. She walked over to a full length mirror and studied her image. She was still attractive. Her eyes looked sad but she was still pretty. She told herself maybe she could escape from the Farrells. It was a house, after all. It ought to be easier to escape from here than from the other place. There were no guards or vicious dogs. She was so thankful to be rid of the guards. She wanted to cry whenever she thought of them.
After a while the door was unlocked and Helen came in. She smiled at Angela. "All settled in?"
Angela looked away. "I don't have anything to wear."
Helen chuckled. "Oh, we'll take care of that. At the moment I need you for something. Come with me, darling."
Angela was puzzled. Helen led her out of the room and down the hall. They walked into another bedroom. Helen said it was her room. She walked into the adjoining bathroom and called to Angela to follow her.
Angela trembled with apprehension. She didn't like the look in Helen's eyes. Angela remembered that Helen could be awful when she felt like it.
When Angela came into the bathroom, Helen smiled at her and said she didn't want there to be any confusion about what Angela's duties were. "You've cost me a great deal of money and I expect to get full use out of you." Her eyes were mocking. She told Angela to sit on the small bench near the marble bathtub.
Angela meekly sat down. As Angela watched, Helen lifted her dress, pulled her panties down and seated herself on the toilet. Angela blushed as she heard Helen start pissing. Helen smiled. Then she giggled as she gave out a tiny fart.
Angela quivered as she realized that Helen was shitting now.
Helen said she'd been told that Angela was experienced at this sort of thing.
"They told me you were good. Are you good, Angela?"
Angela stammered. "I-I don't know."
"Yes you do."
Angela was mortified. "I'll do whatever you want."
Helen was amused. "You'd better, darling. Either that or I hand you back to Cory."
Then Helen was finished shitting. She was matter-of-fact about it. She showed no embarrassment at having Angela watch her. She flushed the toilet and smiled at Angela. Then Helen rose and turned her back to Angela with her dress still at her waist.
This was the first time Angela had seen anything more than Helen's cunt. The older woman had a full round ass with a deep split between the cheeks. The straps of her garter belt framed her ass on each side. She bent forward and the hairy pouch of her cunt was visible. She ordered Angela to clean her ass.
"With your mouth, darling. Use your mouth first and then some paper."
Angela's heart sank. She moved in. Helen's ass was so white. Angela touched Helen's asscheeks. She stroked them. She spread them apart to look at Helen's shit hole. Helen's grommet certainly needed cleaning. Her whole was dirty and there were streaks of slut all around it. Angela closed her eyes. She knew she had to do it. She couldn't bear the thought of returning to Cory. She stuck her tongue out and started lapping Helen's ass crack.
The older woman quivered. Her husband never did this sort of thing. He liked having a girl in bondage, but all he ever did was fuck them and sometimes hurt them with a prod. He was such a fool. He had no idea what money was for. Money was to buy bliss and this was bliss. A pretty girl licking and sucking her asshole after she used the toilet.
Angela gave the woman's asshole a good swabbing with her tongue. She washed it with her saliva. Then she took some toilet paper and dried Helen's grommet and ass crack.
Helen was pleased. When Angela finished with her ass, she turned to get her cunt licked clean. She opened her cunt lips with her fingers. She was happy as she spoke to Angela.
"I think I'm going to enjoy you. You'll have everything you need here." She said the next time Angela did her asshole she wanted Angela's tongue all the way inside. "I think you know what I mean. You'll have to learn what I like." She said Angela was to be on constant call for any member of the family. "I suppose the men will keep you busy." She said no one else would touch Angela unless Angela misbehaved. She warned Angela about misbehaving.
After that Helen returned with Angela to Angela's room. She looked at Angela.
"I have something for you to wear tonight. Just wait right here until I get back."
Angela stood near the window and waited. She could see nothing except the expanse of lawns and bushes surrounding the enormous house. She was in a daze. Then finally Helen came back with some things in her arms. The older woman seemed in good spirits. She tossed the things on the bed, then picked them up one by one and showed them to Angela.
Bondage clothes. Leather undies. Shackles for Angela's wrists and ankles. A black ball-gag. Helen seemed thrilled by the stuff. She said Angela would look lovely in it. She told Angela to get her things off.
Angela stripped her clothes off as Helen watched. Of course Helen had already seen her naked when they first met. But the older woman's eyes looked hungry nevertheless. She helped Angela with the leather bra and panties. The bra had holes to expose Angela's nipples. The panties had no crotch and the back was split to allow access to her ass. Helen's eyes were bright as she brought out the clips. Angela trembled when she saw them. Helen made Angela stand still while she put the clips on her nipples and cunt lips.