Myrna was still sitting on the floor of the john, and Morton looked down at her with some interest in his glazed eyes. He was quite drunk. Pauline giggled again and whispered something in his ear. Morton grunted and said he wanted Myrna to stand up so he could see her ass.
Myrna rose up and turned to show her ass. She heard Morton mutter something to Pauline and then she heard him say Myrna had a fine ass.
"That's a prime butt," he said. "That's very prime, Pauline."
Pauline ordered Myrna to get naked. "We don't want to ruin those pretty things."
Myrna stripped off the undies and nylons. Then Pauline told her to get in the bathtub and lie down. "On your back, dear."
Myrna lay down on her back in the tub. She quivered as her skin touched the cold porcelain.
Morton started teasing his wife about her inclinations. "You're a pervert, Pauline. You were such a sweet girl when we got married. What the fuck happened to you?"
"You taught me everything, didn't you, dear?" Her dress raised at her hips, she climbed into the tub with Myrna. She straddled Myrna's body, facing Myrna's feet. Then the older woman squatted down a bit to show Myrna her asshole. "Can you see my shithole, darling?"
Myrna's voice caught in her throat. "Yes." Pauline asked Myrna what she did before she got involved with people like the Alberts. The older woman snickered with derision when Myrna said she'd been a secretary.
Myrna knew what was coming. She trembled as Pauline squatted down further with her hands on her knees. The older woman wiggled her ass a bit and grunted as she started shitting on Myrna.
Myrna was mesmerized as she watched the shit come out. Morton was sitting on the closed toilet now. He was smoking a cigar as he watched his wife in action. He started talking to Myrna, telling her about Pauline and what she'd been like years ago. He chuckled and made fun of Pauline. He said her asshole was now too big to be good for anything except a large English cucumber. Pauline became annoyed and told Morton he wasn't worth a decent fuck any more. She said all he knew how to do was drink and smoke his smelly cigars. They bickered with each other as Pauline continued shifting on Myrna. Every moment or so Pauline would grunt and another turd would come out.
Finally it as over. Pauline told Morton to give Myrna some toilet paper so Myrna could wipe Pauline's ass. Morton gave the paper to Myrna and Myrna did what Pauline wanted. Then Pauline climbed out of the tub. She held her dress at her waist and told Morton she was hot for a fuck now. She bent over the sink and told him to fuck her.
Morton swayed drunkenly behind her. He worked at his belt buckle, then dropped his pants and shorts. He fingered Pauline's cunt and managed to get his prick in her cunthole. Pauline giggled as she rolled her ass from side to side.
Myrna watched them. She could see Morton's heavy balls swinging against his wife's long clit. Morton grunted and started ramming Pauline's cunt. She called out to him to fuck her harder. He tickled her asshole with his thumb, then pushed his thumb inside and screwed it around. A moment later he pulled his cock out of her cunt and drove it up her ass.
Pauline went wild. She churned her ass around on his dick. Morton heaved and groaned and finally shot off. He dumped his load up his wife's ass and shook his hips at the end to get everything out of his balls.
Then Morton pulled his cock out of Pauline's ass and turned around to face Myrna. He told Myrna to sit up in the tub, and when she did it he went to her and said he wanted her to clean his dick.
Myrna took his shitty cock in her mouth and cleaned it. She still had Pauline's shit all over her tits. Pauline turned around to watch Myrna suck Morton's cock and Myrna shuddered as their eyes met.
When Morton's cock was clean, he took it between his fingers and started pissing on Myrna. He pissed all over her. He giggled as she was drenched by his piss. Pauline came behind him and fondled his ass as he continued pissing. Finally the piss was finished and Myrna lay in the tub covered with their filth. Once again Pauline asked Myrna what she did before she came to the Alberts. Once again Pauline laughed with derision when Myrna said she'd been a secretary.
CHAPTER NINE
"You're looking good," Frank the cop said with a chuckle.
Myrna stood in front of Frank and Linda in Frank's house. She was naked except for a garter belt and nylons and heels. She also had a leather collar around her neck. A long leash was attached to the collar and Frank held the end of the leash in his hand. Myrna also hat clamps attached to her nipples. Not the rhinestone clamps used by Edith Albert, but plain metal clamp, that were larger and more painful when they were pulled.
Frank and Linda were both dressed, sitting beside each other on Frank's sofa. They'd both been drinking and Myrna could see that Linda's eyes were glazed.
Frank teased Myrna. He said now that she'd finished her training, they intended to sell her into slavery.
"We've got a couple of buyers," he said. He told her one buyer was a wealthy widow and the other buyer was a psychiatrist and his wife. Frank said he was inclined to sell Myrna to the psychiatrist because the widow was a sadistic old bitch end would probably kill Myrna a within a month. "But you can choose. If you want the widow you can have her."
Myrna trembled as she thought about it. She would be given to someone as a slave now and there was nothing she could do about that. But she realized she might be better off with the psychiatrist and his wife. The old widow sounded too frightening. She told Frank she preferred the psychiatrist. Frank chuckled and nodded and said she was making a smart decision. "Better for your health, ha ha."
Then he jerked on the leash and Myrna fell down at his feet. Linda giggled as Frank ordered Myrna to bring his cock out and suck him off. "She looks like she's choking in that collar."
Frank grunted. "I don't give a shit. Maybe if she chokes, I'll get some good head."
Myrna unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. She took his huge prick in her mouth. Frank's cock was still the biggest she'd ever had in her mouth. She had to open her jaws as wide as possible to get his knob between her lips. She frigged his cockshaft with her fingers as she sucked on his cockhead. She was good at it now and he didn't last long. He gave out a long groan and heaved his ass as he spurted in her mouth. Myrna wondered about her future as his hot jism slid down her throat.
Myrna's curiosity about the psychiatrist and his wife was satisfied the very next day when the couple arrived at Frank's place to inspect her. Myrna was brought out fully dressed and she sat quietly as they talked about her. The psychiatrist's name was Ted Coleman and his wife was Roberta. They were in their late thirties, two attractive well-dressed people who had come to Frank the cop's house to buy a slave.
Roberta Coleman sat quietly, her eyes always on Myrna. Ted did most of the talking to Frank and Linda. Then Frank looked at Myrna and told her to show the Colemans her pussy clamps.
Myrna trembled as she pulled her dress up to her waist. She remained seated. She opened her legs to show her crotch. She wore only a garter without nylons and her pussy was bare. She had a large clamp pinching both inner cuntlips at the top of her slit. The pussy clamp had been Linda's idea. Maybe as a way of getting even with Myrna because Frank seemed to like Myrna so much now. In any case, the pussy clamp was big enough and painful enough so that Myrna always knew it was there.
The Colemans seemed fascinated by the pussy clamp. Roberta had been quiet before, but now she said she'd like to see the clamp closer. Frank told Myrna to get up and go to her and Myrna did it. She stood in front of Roberta with her dress held at her hips and her legs apart.
"My God, it's pinching her clit!" Roberta said.
But the clamp wasn't pinching Myrna's clit, just her cuntlips above her clit. She told that to Roberta and showed her how it was done. "It's just on the outside."