He kept fucking her with the electric prod. Sometimes it hurt when he gave her jolt. She came again, a knockout climax this time. She moaned as she realized she was pissing on herself. Her legs were drenched. Farrell loved it. He kept his fingers churning inside her cunt as she came.
Finally he pulled the prod out of her ass and he told her he wanted her to shit for him.
She begged him not to make her do it.
He threatened her. He said, after what she did with Helen, she couldn't pretend to be so innocent.
"One word from me and you go back to that place you were at."
She tried. She felt totally degraded. She had her back to him. She squatted down. But nothing came out except a fart.
Farrell laughed. He was delighted with her. He reached down and tickled her asshole. He said she was worth all the money it cost him.
He made her sit down. He rose up and slowly peeled his pants and shorts off. He had spindly legs. His cock dangled over his low hanging balls. He diddled his prick with his fingers as he came to her.
She had to suck his balls. She lifted the leathery sack with her fingers and sucked his balls between her lips. He had the prod in his hand again. He prodded her cunt while she sucked his hanging balls. His balls were as big as plums and they filled her mouth. He flipped his cock against her face as he talked about the last slave they'd had in the house. He said Helen always chose the girls. He said the last girl had a terrific tongue. He said Helen liked a tongue in her ass. He teased Angela.
"I bet you like it, huh? How about giving me some? Show me some talent."
He said he'd give her the prod again if she didn't do it. He said this time he'd burn her ass with the prod.
She went down on his ass. He bent over in front of her face and pulled his asscheeks apart with his hands. She wasted no time getting her tongue in his ass. She stuck her tongue deep inside his shitter. She found it disgusting. She always hated it when she did it.
He talked to her. He said she was good. He complimented her when she fluttered her tongue inside his ass. He said she had the right technique. Then he talked about Helen again. He said his wife had a thing about shit. He laughed. He said Helen liked to shit on the girls when they didn't behave.
"She loves it. She always makes them eat her slit." He asked if Angela had done it yet.
She tried to ignore what he was saying. She sucked his ass and played with his balls. She concentrated her mind on his ass. She had already done it to Peter. And of course she ate Helen's ass nearly every day. Peter liked a tongue in his ass as much as his mother.
She was always with one of them. They hardly ever let her out of their sight. She was always doing something. When she was inside her room, the door was always locked. She was a prisoner. She wanted to escape, but she didn't know how. She had to keep hoping.
Then Farrell pulled his ass away from her mouth. Her tongue was sore. She closed her eyes and prayed he would be finished with her soon.
He made her rise. He told her to turn and bend over. Her fear of him returned as she bent over the easy chair.
He started greasing her asshole. He teased her as he did it. He said she had a cute asshole. He told her to open and close her asshole so he could watch it. He held her asscheeks apart with his hands and giggled as she did it. Then a moment later he pushed his cock knob against her grommet and rammed his cock up her ass.
He had no trouble getting in. He started fucking her. He went slowly at first, but then he picked up speed. He was soon fucking her ass fast and hard. He talked about her asshole. He said he could tell she had experience. He told her to tighten the grip of her shitter.
"Yeah, that's it. Come on, cutie, grab the cock. Oh yeah! You like it, huh? Yeah, I can tell you like it. What a nice big shit hole. Not too big, ha ha."
He said he hardly ever fucked Helen any more. He said Helen wasn't what she used to be. He said he liked a tight asshole in a younger woman. He said he liked Angela's ass. He teased her.
He said the next time he fucked her ass he wanted to feel her shit in there. Or maybe he was feeling something now. Was that a turd he felt in there? He wanted her to talk about it, but she refused. He was amused at her embarrassment. He pinched her ass, then slapped it and laughed. He squeezed her asscheeks as he taunted her.
Then suddenly the door opened and Helen came in. She giggled when she saw Angela with her husband. She came over to watch them. She stood beside Angela as Arthur's cock slid in and out of Angela's ass. She teased her husband.
"Don't overdo it, darling. You'll pop a blood vessel or something."
She taunted Angela. She said Angela looked happy. She fondled Angela's ass. She ran her hand over Arthur's ass and then slipped her hand between his legs to grip his balls.
Angela's ass was wide open now. Arthur's cock moved in and out of her shitter like a greased piston. Helen came back to Angela. She started pinching Angela's tits. Angela cried out when it hurt. She groaned loudly and Helen laughed at her. Then Helen questioned Arthur about Angela's asshole.
"Is she what you wanted, darling?"
Arthur grunted. "She's wonderful. She's a hot fuck."
"Better than me, I suppose."
They started bickering. Angela listened to it with dismay. She hated them.
Then the bickering stopped and Helen cooed at her husband. She moved behind him and stuck a finger up his ass while he fucked Angela's shitter. Arthur giggled as she told Angela what she was doing. He told Helen he liked it and she gave him two fingers. She fucked his ass with her fingers. Angela could feel his cock get bigger in her ass. Helen's fingers in his shifter excited him.
Angela was amazed at how strong a fucker he was. She never felt pain in her ass any more. There was always the deep pressure and the uncomfortable feeling that she had to shit, but never any pain. Not after all the times she'd had her ass fucked by Cory's guards. She could take a cock with ease now. And old man Farrell wasn't that big anyway. Peter Farrell fucked her pussy but he always finished in her ass. Peter liked to slap her ass around.
Arthur finally pulled out of Angela's ass without coming. Angela could feel her asshole gaping. She remained as she was, bent over the easy chair, her wrists manacled behind her back and her tits hanging down like a pair of grapefruits. She heard Arthur talking to Helen. Angela didn't catch it at first. Her mind was too occupied with the easing pressure inside her asshole. Then she realized Arthur was telling Helen that he wanted to fuck her ass. He wanted her to bend over like Angela.
Helen laughed. She was surprised and amused. She teased him about Angela.
"But what about me? Do I still turn you on?" Angela turned and sat down. She watched them as they bantered with each other. It was obvious that Helen wanted to get fucked. She soon pulled her dress up and bent over one of the other chairs. Her big round ass was exposed. Arthur pulled her panties down to her knees. Helen's creamy white ass seemed to fill the room. The pouch of her cunt and her dark asshole were clearly visible.
Arthur stroked his wife's ass. He muttered to her as he did it. Angela wondered how often they fucked these days. They weren't that young any more, even if Helen was twenty years younger than Arthur. She watched as Arthur greased Helen's asshole. Helen squirmed as his thumb pushed inside her ass. He screwed his thumb in and out and she started giggling. Now they seemed very much at ease with each other. They teased each other about ass fucking. Arthur kept stretching her asshole with his fingers.
Finally he decided she was ready. He took his cock in his hand and placed his cock knob on her asshole. He pushed forward and slowly buried his cock in her shitter. He went in easily. Angela could see how Helen opened her ass to let him in. The older woman groaned with pleasure. Her asshole was now like a huge mouth surrounding Arthur's swollen cock.