Donna Allen - Wife in a slave house

Angela lay there waiting. She knew they were not finished with her. She kept her eyes closed. She was afraid to look at them. They were monsters. Filthy monsters with beer bellies and sour breath.

Then one of them came down on the mattress and grabbed her. He made her get over him. She had to straddle him while he shoved his cock in her cunt. Then he pulled her down against his big chest. She had to bend ever him while he had his cock in her cunt.

In a moment another man was behind her. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock up her ass. The fit was tight because of the cock in her cunt. They started fucking her, one cock in her ass and the other in her cunt. They joked about how tight she was. Then someone pulled at her head and raised it. Her nose was pinched to force her mouth open. A cock pushed in. The fat cock knob rammed forward until it hit the back of her throat.

They had her skewered. One in her cunt, one in her ass, one in her mouth. The men fucked her until they shot off. They pushed her away and three more men took their place. Once again she had a cock in each hole and in her mouth. She was triple-fucked four times. She was in a complete daze.

At the end, after the twelve men had dumped their load in her, they threw her on the floor. They gathered around her and started pissing on her. A flood of piss rained down on her face and hair and tits. They laughed as they drenched her. They told her she'd have to clean the place up afterward. They told her she had to keep the guard-house as clean as a whistle. "Toot toot," someone said. They all laughed at her as she lay there on the floor in a puddle of piss.

Angela had a week in the guard-house. It was hell. She was at the beck and call of all the guards and they constantly abused her. She cleaned their rooms and served them meals. They treated her like the slave she was. They fucked her whenever they felt like it. Each guard had his own room and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them would come to Angela's room and drag her back to his bed.

Most of them liked fucking her ass. She had a sore asshole nearly every day she lived with them. They also made her do everything else. She sucked their cocks. She drank their piss when they were in the mood for that. They constantly degraded her.

After about a week she heard a rumor that she might be leaving the complex. She didn't believe it. She thought they were teasing her. But then one day she was called to the main house. She was afraid as she walked. She was always afraid of Cory.

He was with a woman. They were waiting for her in a sitting room. Angela trembled in front of them.

The woman was introduced to Angela as Mrs. Farrell. Her eyes were cold. She was about forty, well-groomed. Her clothes looked expensive. She was completely poised. Angela was standing there naked, but Mrs. Farrell didn't bat an eye.

Angela was embarrassed about her nakedness. She was used to the people in the complex seeing her, but this was a stranger from outside. Angela was ashamed of the bruises on her body.

The woman looked Angela over. Her eyes took in Angela's heavy tits and shaved pussy. She seemed satisfied.

Then Cory rose. He smiled at Angela and told her to obey Mrs. Farrell. "Do whatever she wants." After that he walked out and left the two women alone.

Angela was puzzled. She remained standing while Mrs. Farrell sat there looking at her. She wondered what they had in store for her now. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

After a moment, Mrs. Farrell started questioning Angela about her previous life. She asked Angela what sort of education she had. "Any college?"

Angela nodded. "Two years."

Mrs. Farrell smiled. "Well, it's better than nothing, isn't it? You look intelligent and I like that."

The questions continued. Angela answered meekly. She was afraid to show any resistance. She was afraid Cory would be angry.

Then Mrs. Farrell leaned back in her chair. She pulled at her skirt, exposing her thighs. She wore sheer pantyhose. She calmly ordered Angela to get down on her knees and suck her crotch.

"Show me what you can do."

Angela's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she had to do it. Cory had told her to obey Mrs. Farrell.

Angela went down on her knees in front of the woman. Mrs. Farrell smiled and opened her legs. Angela moved her face forward. She could smell Mrs. Farrell's body. The smell was a mixture of perfume and a ripe-smelling pussy. She could see the woman's hairy cunt lips through the sheer pantyhose. Mrs. Farrell purred with satisfaction as Angela pressed her face against her nylon-covered crotch. She spread her thighs wider to give Angela more room. Angela started chewing the woman's cunt through her pantyhose.

Mrs. Farrell was pleased. She said she would take Angela away. Angela didn't believe it. She continued chewing and sucking Mrs. Farrell's cunt until the older woman pushed her away.

"I'm too wet," Mrs. Farrell said with a giggle. "You're good at it, aren't you? Well, let's get my pantyhose off. I think that would be better, don't you?"

Angela helped. Mrs. Farrell's shoes came off and then her pantyhose. The older woman seemed excited. She pulled her knees up to show Angela her hairy crotch. She had a ripe-looking cunt. Thick hairy outer cunt lips, with the pink inner lips and her clit clearly visible. Her pussy was soaked. Angela moved in again. Now she had the full smell of the woman's cunt in her nose.

She pressed her face against the mushy drizzling cunt. She hadn't been near a woman since they'd put her in the guard-house. She sucked at Mrs. Farrell's cunt. She sucked up all the pussy-cream she could find. Mrs. Farrell had a big clit. The older woman shuddered as Angela sucked her cunt between her teeth.

"Oh, you're good, aren't you? Yes, you're very good."

A moment later Mrs. Farrell came on Angela's face. A fresh batch of cunt juice gushed out of her cunt and Angela lapped it up as Mrs. Farrell stroked her head. Mrs. Farrell was pleased.

When Angela finally pulled away, her face was drenched. Mrs. Farrell smiled. She took some Kleenex out of her purse and carefully wiped her cunt. She wore a huge diamond on one finger and Angela guessed that the ring had cost a fortune.

When Mrs. Farrell had her pussy dried off, she made Angela help her get her shoes back on. She rolled up her pantyhose and pushed the roll inside her purse. Then she smiled at Angela.

"You do like it, don't you? Yes, I can tell you do."

She looked at the wad of Kleenex in her hand and chuckled. She ordered Angela to open her mouth. Angela did it. Mrs. Farrell shoved the wad of Kleenex inside Angela's mouth and giggled.

"There's a good bit of my juice in there. You might get it out if you chew on it."

After that Mrs. Farrell rose and walked out. She left Angela kneeling on the floor with the wad of Kleenex in her mouth. Angela was afraid to move. She was afraid to do anything any more. She was totally paralyzed with fear.

A few days later, Angela learned she was to be taken away by Mrs. Farrell. Angela wondered if she would have a better life. Or maybe it would be worse. She prayed something good would happen to her.

On the last night, the guards had a farewell orgy for Angela in the guard-house. She served them drinks wearing nothing but a tiny apron and a pair of heels. As soon as they were drunk enough, they started working her over. It was a night of sucking. At least for Angela. She had to suck twelve assholes.

All the men were drunk when she did it to them. Then she had to suck each of their cocks in turn. They joked about her. They said she was a vampire. They said she would suck their blood if she had the chance. She wallowed in their jism. There was so much of it. When they finally finished with her, she collapsed on the floor. They carried her to her room and chained her to her bed as usual. She felt like an animal.