Linda started pissing. Myrna gasped with shock as the hot piss rained down on her. In a moment she was drenched with it. She had Linda's hot piss on her tits and throat and face. Some of it ran into her nose and mouth and she could taste the salt. Linda pissed without stopping, giggling as she flooded Myrna's face and body.
When the pissing was finished, Myrna groaned with relief, but in a moment she found herself involved in something much worse.
Linda was grunting now. At first Myrna refused to believe it, but then the reality of it hit her. She had the evidence right in front of her eyes. Right there above her eyes was Linda's asshole, and now as Myrna watched with a shudder, the blonde's asshole opened like a round mouth and a brown turd of Linda's shit started squeezing out.
Out and out. Linda grunted as she pushed her shit out. The long brown turd came out like a fat sausage and hung there a moment before it finally dropped on Myrna's tits.
"That's all I've got for you now," Linda said with a giggle. She climbed out of the tub and turned around to snicker at Myrna. "Go on, smear it on your tits. I want Frank to see what you look like."
She threatened Myrna. She said she'd take Myrna down to the basement and use a whip on her if she didn't do it. Myrna closed her eyes and did it. She smeared the warm shit all over her tits.
When Frank came into the bathroom a few moments later, he started giggling when he saw Myrna in the tub. "Linda, baby, you're a nut!"
"I'll get her to like it and we'll sell her. Ten grand, Frankie."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding, I know some people who'll take care of it."
"You just don't like the poor girl."
"Sure, I hate her. But what about the ten grand?"
Myrna had her face turned away. She had the smell of Linda's shit in her nose. She was sure it was the end of things for her.
They made her clean up after that and they brought her down to Frank's basement. Myrna was naked now, down on her knees sucking Frank's cock while Linda made her plans. The blonde kept talking about things Myrna didn't understand. A network of some kind. People dealing in slaves. How soon it would take to make Myrna ready for the market. None of it seemed real to Myrna. But the cock in her mouth was real. Her captivity was real. And the memory of Linda's shilling on her was as real as could be.
Frank's cock was only half hard. But his prick was so long and thick, it stuffed her mouth to capacity. Her jaws were hurting from all the sucking she'd been doing. They were wrecking her and she wasn't sure she could survive it.
Linda sat in a chair watching them, thinking about things. The blonde had all her clothes off, one knee raised and her fingers idly stroking her pussy as she watched Myrna's mouth move up and down.
Frank's cock slowly became hard. Myrna shuddered as she thought about him fucking her again. She was so miserable. Nothing she'd ever experienced had prepared her for what was happening to her.
Now Linda started teasing Frank about Myrna again. "I think you like her too much or maybe you're trying to get me jealous."
Frank denied it. "Come on, Linda, you know it's not true."
"Get her on the post, Frankie. Get her on the post so I can play with her."
Myrna was in a daze as Frank did what Linda wanted. Within moments Myrna was handcuffed and secured to the wooden post in the center of the basement. Linda giggled and came forward. The blonde told Frank to sit down and watch her. She said she would show him what kind of treatment Myrna needed.
Myrna trembled with fear. She understood now that Linda was a vicious sadist. She quivered as Linda started playing with her tits. The blondes eyes glittered as she teased Myrna about her tits. Myrna was hanging a bit forward and tits were like a pair of melons in Linda's hands.
Than the slapping began. Linda cooed at Myrna as she slapped Myrna's tits from side to side. At first it was playful. Then the slaps became stronger. Before long, Myrna was feeling the pain. Her tits felt as though they were on fire. She groaned and sobbed. She screamed and begged. All Linda did was giggle and slap her tits some more.
"I'd like to cut her but I won't," Linda said. "If she gets messed up, they won't pay so much for her. But I sure would like to cut her."
Frank sat there on the chair with his cock in his hand as he watched them. He was always turned on when Linda was crazy like this. He watched Linda's ass as she moved around in front of Myrna. That blonde ass that did such nice things to his cock. Oh, he was nuts about it, all right. She was wrong about Myrna. He fled Linda much better than Myrna.
Linda rubbed her cunt with her fingers, scooped some cuntjuice out of her pussy and painted Myrna's face with it.
She giggled and leaned over to whisper in Myrna's ear. "Did you like my shit, honey? Next time I'll do it right in your mouth. How would you like that? I used to know a girl I did that to all the time. Everyone did it to her. All her boyfriends."
Then Linda went to the cabinet against the wall and she brought back something. Myrna looked at it with glazed eyes. A pair of needle nose pliers. Red plastic around the handles.
Myrna was so afraid she wanted to die. Linda's eyes were so fiendish.
Linda snickered at Myrna. The blonde took hold of Myrna's right tit and lifted it. She squeezed the nipple with her fingers. Then she giggled and touched the point of the needle-nose pliers to the long nipple.
"Watch this, Frankie."
Myrna watched it with horror. She watched the pointed tip of the pliers open like the mouth of an alligator. She watched the spread points come down, one pointed jaw on either side of her nipple. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe the blonde would actually do it.
Linda chuckled and slowly closed the jaws of the pliers. The metal pressed against Myrna's nipple, pressed and pinched, continued pinching, the flesh giving way, the pinching getting worse and then finally the pain hit Myrna's brain and she stared sobbing and screaming and pissing all over her legs.
"She's got the nipples for it," Linda said with a soft laugh.
Myrna didn't hear her because she'd already passed out.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, she's a beauty," Edith Albert said. They sat there in a stuffy living room filled with relics of the fifties. First there was Edith Albert, a tall woman with graying hair, a pink placid face and white teeth. Beside her sat her husband, the Reverend Henry Albert, as tall as Edith and as thin as a reed, a thin face and a thin nose and watery blue eyes that had never left Myrna since they'd brought her into the room.
Delivered, that's what she was. Myrna had been delivered. She'd been brought by Frank and Linda to the Alberts for training.
"Obedience training," Linda said. "They'll turn you into something useful, honey. I wouldn't pull any tricks on them, if I were you. Not on the Alberts."
So here she was. Myrna stood there with a cape covering her body and a ball-gag in her mouth. Frank and Linda had introduced her to a few things. Chains and clamps and ball-gags. This one was a black rubber ball with straps that tied around her head to keep it in place. The ball stuffed her mouth, stretched her jaws. She'd seen herself in a mirror once with a ball in her mouth and she'd almost fainted when she saw how obscene it was.
Under the cape she had her wrists handcuffed behind her back. She wore leather undies today, a touch introduced by Linda. The crotch was something special, the crotch absent, her cuntlips pushing out like a pair of hairy flaps. Linda had dressed her in opaque black nylons and black pumps with five-inch heels. The blonde had teased Myrna about the heels because they were so thin and high Myrna could hardly walk in them.
"Oh, you'll learn," Linda said. "You'll either learn or suffer for it."