So now Myrna had the Alberts to contend with. Obedience training. They looked so harmless, so middle class, middle American, middle everything, it was hard to imagine them involved with people like Frank and Linda. But of course they were involved up to their necks and Myrna was certain the Alberts would get a cut when Frank and Linda sold her as a slave.
Myrna trembled as she thought about it. She did not want to be a slave. She'd heard about people who were slaves and she did not want to be one. What she wanted to be was what she always was: just an ordinary wife. But here she was a captive in the clutches of two strangers. Was Henry Albert really a minister?
Edith rose up now. Yes, she was tall, all right. She smiled as she came forward. She came so close, Myrna could see the spit at the corners of the woman's bloodless mouth.
"Let's have a look at what's under the cape," Edith said. She giggled softly as she worked at the clasp that held the cape together.
Myrna could smell the woman, a smell of perfumed soap and talcum powder and a dash of a boring scent off a counter at J.C. Penney. She suddenly wondered what Edith and Albert looked like when they fucked. If they fucked.
Maybe they just held hands and said their prayers together. Then Myrna told herself she was crazy because she was standing there in a bondage costume and they had complete power over her.
When the cape came off, Edith's eyes lit up. "Henry, look at her! Look how pretty she is!"
They both looked at her. Edith started talking to Myrna, teasing her about the way she was dressed, about the special bra that showed her nipples and the nipple clamps and the special panties that showed her pussy.
"Gorgeous legs," Edith said. Then her palm moved in a circle over Myrna's ass and she finally slapped it lightly to test its firmness. "We're all going to love you. Especially the children. Oh, I'm sure the children will adore you."
The children? Myrna trembled as the woman continued fondling her ass through the leather panties. Henry sat there and watched them like a wax mummy, the only sign of life the glitter in his pale blue eyes.
Edith walked around Myrna, talking about how pretty she was. She kept one hand on Myrna's body, stroking her ass and then her belly above the panties and garter belt that held up her nylons. Then finally she settled herself in front of Myrna and she focused her attention on Myrna's tits.
At first all Edith did was smile. Then she ran her fingers around the bulge of each tit, prodding a bit to see how firm they were under the leather of the bra. Finally her fingers moved to Myrna's exposed nipples and she touched the nipple clamps.
"They hurt a bit, don't they?"
Myrna could say nothing because of the ball gag in her mouth. By now her nipples were numb. The only time she felt pain was when the pressure was increased or when the clamps were pulled.
The older woman seemed amused by the nipple clamps, but she did nothing to them except touch them carefully. Then she turned to her husband and asked him what he thought of Myrna. Did he think they'd have any difficulty with her? They might give her to the children if he wanted that. Edith said she'd like a few days with Myrna, but after that she wouldn't mind giving her to the children. Unless Henry had other ideas.
"Do you like her, darling? The tits are nice, aren't they?"
Myrna closed her eyes. She wished she could shut her ears. She hated listening to them. She was so helpless. She was nothing now, just a pet for these people. They would do what they want with her, train her as they called it, and then she'd be sent off somewhere in bondage.
Now Edith wanted the panties off. They had snaps it the sides. She unsnapped the panties and pulled them away from Myrna's body. The woman chuckled as she stroked Myrna's bare ass. She pushed her fingers inside Myrna's asscrack and looked at Myrna's eyes with amusement as she tickled Myrna's asshole.
"She's skittish, Henry. Oh, I do like her." She suddenly pulled the ball-gag out of Myrna's mouth and shoved three fingers between Myrna's lips.
"Suck my fingers! Get them good and wet!"
Myrna did it. She sucked Edith's three fingers until Edith was satisfied. Then the older woman giggled and dropped the fingers down to Myrna's asscrack. Myrna groaned as the first finger pushed inside her asshole. First one finger and then two fingers and then three fingers. She took the fingers without crying out. She had to bend over a bit, but she took them. After all the weeks of having Frank's huge cock in there, she could take three fingers now without agony.
Edith was pleased. She said Myrna's ass was still elastic enough to have a good grip. She pulled her fingers out of Myrna's ass and brought the fingers up to Myrna's mouth so Myrna could clean them.
"She won't be difficult to train," Edith said to Henry, her fingers sliding in and out of Myrna's mouth. "I don't think she'll need more than a month with us. I don't like it when they're here too long. It's not good for us, Henry. They ought to go out of here still fresh. We've had too much trouble in the past when we keep them too long. You do agree, don't you, darling? I want you to promise we'll get her back to Linda when she's ready."
Then Edith's fingers moved over Myrna's belly and into her cuntbush. She pinched Myrna's cuntlips, then probed between them to find Myrna's clit. She poked around Myrna's clit as if gauging its size, then her fingers pushed inside Myrna's cunthole, two fingers pushing inside and then sliding out again. The older woman seemed satisfied. She moved away from Myrna, walked back to the sofa and sat down beside her husband again.
She smiled at Myrna. "On your knees now. Always on your knees unless you are told otherwise. Do it now, darling. Down on our knees."
Myrna did it. She slumped to her knees on the carpet. She knelt there quivering, waiting for the next command. By this time she knew how useless it was to resist. Linda had taught her that. And Mrs. Albert seemed more capable than Linda. Myrna closed her eyes and prayed they wouldn't hurt her.
Edith began talking to Myrna, warning her about obedience, telling her of all the things they intended to teach her. She spoke of the children again, and now Myrna learned the children were actually in their early twenties. The Albert children. A boy and a girl. Myrna would meet them soon enough.
"Now come here," Edith said. "Crawl over here and lick me."
Myrna crawled. She had no need to ask where Edith wanted to be licked. Edith had already pulled her dress up to her waist to reveal her full white thighs and the wiry bush of cunt hair between them. She wore no panties. Just beige stockings with garters in the tops. The older woman smiled and spread her cuntlips with her fingers to show Myrna her clit.
Myrna gasped as she looked at it. Edith had the biggest clit Myrna had ever seen or imagined. As thick as her thumb and almost as king. The pink thing dangled there in the upper part of Edith's gash. Not a pretty pussy. An ugly gash of a cunt, the outer lips lined with coarse brown hair and the inner lips thick and protruding. Edith touched her cunthole, scooped out some cuntjuice on her finger and brought it up to paint the shaft of her huge clit. Her cunthole gaped like an open pink mouth, the rim covered with a white froth of cunt slime.
Edith giggled when she saw the revulsion in Myrna's eyes. "Oh yes, Linda warned me you were a bit slow about pussy. Well, get your nose in it, darling. You're to be good friends with it. Kissing friends."
And she laughed at her joke, laughing and looking at Henry until he chuckled along with her.
Myrna had no choice. In a moment she had her face between Edith's thighs, her tongue licking at the woman's oozing cunthole, her nose pushing at Edith's big clit. Edith's cunt was like a boiling cauldron, hot and wet and twitching under Myrna's lips. Myrna chewed and sucked the woman's reeking cuntflesh. If they wanted her to be an animal, she'd be an animal. She knew that sooner or later they would find some reason to hurt her. She'd come to expect it now. She'd already seen the meanness in Edith's eyes.