"Do they hon?"
"Yes, they do. Of course they do. It's awful. Please, Helen."
Helen tightened one of the nipple-clips and Angela groaned.
"Don't talk so much, darling. This is a real hurt. Just so you know. For the time being we'll keep it a bit loose. Now let's have a look down here. This lovely little shaved pussy. There, do you feel that?"
The pain brought a cry out of Angela's throat and she crumpled to the floor. Helen laughed and kicked her. She said her husband liked to use an electric prod. She said Angela should try to withstand as much pain as possible. She said her husband disliked it when the girls were too easy to hurt.
"He gets angry, darling. Then he hurts you even more. Now roll over on your stomach like a good girl, will you?"
Angela trembled as she rolled over. Helen put her foot on Angela's ass. She pushed the heel of her shoe into the split in the seat of Angela's leather panties. She pushed further. She drilled the heel of her shoe inside Angela's asshole.
"Do you feel that?"
She gaged when Angela begged her to stop. She pushed deeper. Finally the tormenting stopped. She made Angela stand, up. She attached a leash to Angela's collar and said it was time for them to go down to dinner.
Angela felt like a dog as Helen led her downstairs. The two Farrell men smiled at them as they walked in. Peter's eyes, were hot as he stared at Angela's clipped nipples. Old man Farrell frowned.
"I'd rather have her pants off." Helen chuckled. "Oh, Arthur!"
The pants came off easily. Helen unsnapped the two sides and pulled them away. Peter snickered.
"Bald pussy."
"She'd look better with hair," the old man said. "Let me see her ass."
Helen made Angela turn around. Now the old man was pleased. Helen told Angela to stand over at the wall while they had their dinner. Angela stood there, her wrists and ankles shackled, the black ball-gag in her mouth.
They talked about her as they had their meal. Angela tried to ignore them. She hated them. She was determined to find some way to escape.
Towards the end of the meal, Peter told his mother he wanted Angela under the table. "You know what for, Mother."
Helen chided him, but she agreed. "Just this once, darling. I don't like it at the dinner table."
Then she smiled at Angela and called her aver. She pulled the ball-gag out of Angela's mouth.
"Peter is spoiled, sweetie. I guess you'll have to get under there and take care of him."
She ordered Angela to crawl under the table to Peter. Angela heard Peter giggling. His cock was already out. His prick was limp, like a fat noodle hanging out of his fly. Angela took it in her mouth and in a moment he started pissing.
She swallowed rapidly. She heard them talking about her as she drank Peter's piss. He gushed in her mouth. His piss had a sharp taste. She kept her mouth on the tip of his prick and she managed to get all of it without spilling any on herself.
She trembled in her misery as he finally pushed her away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You're a nice-looking girl," Arthur Farrell said.
They were in his den. He was smiling at her and Angela was terrified. Her, wrists were manacled behind her back. This pulled her shoulders back and made her tits more prominent. She had a ball-gag in her mouth. She wore a pair of red pumps with five-inch heels, but apart from that she was completely naked.
Farrell seemed amused at the way she looked.
His eyes roved over her tits. He told her to turn so that be could look at her ass. Then she had to turn around again to show him her cunt. He made her put one foot up on a chair to expose her shaved pussy. He seemed fascinated by it. He started talking about her cunt, and about the cunts of women he'd known.
"Sometimes the pussy doesn't match the woman. You get surprised." He chuckled. "You have a nice cunt slit. Very pretty."
She trembled when he picked up the electric prod that had been lying on the nearby table. "Know what this is?"
She nodded. She was frightened. She remembered what Helen had said about him using the prod. She remembered how Cory had hurt her. And Dugan.
Farrell was amused by her fear. He giggled as he extended the prod and touched the end to her belly. Angela was afraid to move. The prod slid down. He pushed it at her pussyslit. She closed her eyes. She felt the prod pushing between her cunt lips. Then it was inside her cunt hole. She could feel it going in. Farrell snickered as she groaned. He pulled the prod out.
"Turn around and bend over."
She did it. He ran the prod up and down her ass crack, deliberately teasing her. Then he found her asshole with the end and pushed it in. She held still as he did it. She was afraid he would injure her. She whimpered as he slowly pushed the prod inside her ass.
When he finally pulled the prod out of her ass, he made her turn to face him. He giggled as he wiped the end of the prod across her swinging tits. She realized he was much worse than Helen. He was fiendish.
Now he made her bend forward and he pulled the gag out of her mouth. He told her to keep her mouth open. He raised the prod.
"We don't want this dirty, do we?"
He pushed the end of the prod between her lips and she had to suck it clean. She could taste her ass. She hated him. She hated all of them.
The prod was almost as thick as a cock and he teased her about it as she sucked the end.
"Push your lips out more. That's it. A pretty girl with a pretty mouth. A sexy mouth. Helen likes it, doesn't she?"
He said he knew all about Helen. He knew all about what his wife did with the girls. He teased Angela about having to suck Helen's asshole after she shit. He was amused by the way Angela blushed.
Then he talked about Angela's slavery. He said she was the fourth gi they'd had. "I think you're the prettiest." He opened his fly and pulled his cock out. Her ordered Angela to suck it.
She went down. She stuffed her mouth with his limp wick. She hoped she might get him off quickly and then he would lose interest in her. She took all of his cock in her mouth. He started to get hard and soon she had his cock knob in her throat. She began fucking him with her mouth, desperate to make him come.
But it was no good. He wouldn't come and she couldn't use her hands. He giggled at the frantic way she worked on him. Finally he pushed her away. He started frigging his cock with his hand. He had her lean over him so that he could play with her tits. He hefted each tit, bouncing it on his palm. He twisted her nipples and giggled when she sobbed at the pain. He said he liked her tits. He said it was nice to see heavy tits on a girl with slender shoulders. "I'm not too old to appreciate a nice pair of tits."
He snickered as he continued pumping his cock with his fist.
He still didn't come. He stopped jerking off and told her to turn around. He spread her asscheeks to look at her asshole. Then she felt the prod in her ass crack. The end slipped inside her asshole. It felt as though he'd greased it this time. He pinched one of her asscheeks and said her ass turned him on.
Then suddenly she felt a jolt in her ass as he activated the prod. He giggled at the way she squirmed. He asked her how it felt. She trembled and groaned as her shit-tube responded to the electric charge. She felt like shitting.
Farrell continued fucking the electrified prod in and out of her asshole. He was amused at her agony. He started talking about Helen again. He questioned Angela about the taste of his wife's ass. She told him everything.
He suddenly turned the voltage up and she cried out. Now she really felt it in there. She groaned as she came. That was what Farrell wanted. He laughed and reached underneath her ass to finger her cunt. He pushed two fingers inside her cunt hole and kept them there as she had two more orgasms. He told her he could feel the spasms in her pussy.