Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

The sewage splattered over her tits and stomach. Elsa had to leap back to avoid being splattered, and size slammed her fist into Lisa's cunt as retribution. More of the filthy sludge was down over Lisa's pretty cheeks, and all over her face.

"Good show, Elsa."

Lisa recognized the voice as her husband's. The degradation of having had him watch her disgrace brought another orgasm pounding through her exhausted body.

"Lisa, you're a worthless cunt. You couldn't even swallow her cum." Lisa hadn't thought she had the strength left to cry, but sobs racked her battered body as her husband walked toward her. Worse by far than the rape and humiliation was the fact that something deep inside her had responded to it. She had never experienced a climax in her life before this nightmare of sexual sadism had started. In the few hours since her husband had made her suck his soiled condom, she had orgasmed dozens of times.

"She fucked the shit out of you, didn't she?" Larry asked, standing over her. His cock was long and hard and dripping.

"Yes." Battered and fucked out as it was, Lisa's cunt began to squirm as she stared at her husband's dripping cock.

"You loved it, didn't you?" As Larry asked the questions, he unfastened the chains that held Lisa's ankles.

"Yes." As she uttered the words, an orgasm exploded through Lisa's tired body. Fresh pussy cream bubbled over her dirtied, swollen cunt lips. "I loved it. And I loved what you did to me, too."

"I'm going to fuck your ass," Larry said.

He twisted her roughly over onto her stomach. The cuff that still encircled Lisa's left wrist cut painfully into her skin as she landed on her stomach.

Larry pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and fucked his cock all the way inside her ass in one sure, hard stroke.

The sudden impact of his hard stomach against her soft ass cheeks drove the air from Lisa's lungs, and the fat cock up her ass chute made it hard for her to draw another. But she came with the first hard cock-stroke up her asshole, and she came with every one that followed it. By the time Larry blasted his steaming jism up her squirming shitter, the pillows beneath her sparkled with a fresh coating of pussy cream.

"Now take her to the bathroom and clean her up," Larry barked at Elsa, looking vainly for a clean spot on Lisa's body to wipe his cock off on. "And dress her up. Shit, the guests are going to be here any minute."

"Thirty minutes," Elsa said, looking over the damaged blonde with a practiced eye. "And I'll even have her hair done. They'll think she spent the day lounging on the bach."

"Good," Larry said, turning his back on the two women. "I don't want them feeling sorry for her and going easy. We need to see if little Lisa can cut it as my wife, and for that she needs the real thing."

Lisa quaked with fear and disgust at her husband's words. She had thought the party was going to be her first step into high society. Now she realized that it would be just another step down the path of degradation and perverse sex.

Her cunt buzzed in anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Larry said, his voice dripping with both mockery and pleasure. "Allow me to introduce my new bride, the beautiful Lisa Hart. A more lovely and loving wife a man could not hope to have."

Larry was holding the end of her leash, and as he finished her introduction he tugged her into the fancy dining room. She hung her head, determined not to cry. She still couldn't hold back the crimson blush of shame that flushed her face when she saw who the people were sitting around their dinner table.

John and Tabitha Bates were two of the most important people in town. He was the minister of the town's largest church, and she was active in every local charity and political movement the town had going. Otis North was the town sheriff, a man with political ambitions that stretched far beyond the town. The amazingly beautiful blonde who sat across the table from him was Faith Heston, the youngest daughter of the town's richest family. The last man sitting at the table was the one who shamed Lisa the most, though. He was the town mayor, Roland Rogers, and he was regarded by everyone in town as a sort of kindly father figure.

All of them were staring at Lisa, and it wasn't hard for her to understand why. Her husband and Elsa had worked hard to dress her for the occasion.

Lisa had bought the most gorgeous evening gown she could find for the dinner party. It had been slit to mid thigh and had so daring a cleavage that Lisa had been afraid Larry might disapprove. Larry and Elsa had let her wear the dress, but the alterations they had done made her ashamed to be seen in it.

The cleavage had been dipped even lower, revealing all of the silky upper slopes of Lisa's full, thrusting tits. The black fabric dipped all the way to just below her nipples. Elsa had rouged those nipples in pink so that they stood out in bold relief from her bronzed tit flesh. There was no longer just one slit up the side of the dress. Now there were dozens, and they traveled up the dress all the way to her stomach. Larry hadn't allowed her any hose or underwear, so the tattered strips of black material fanned over her tan, creamy flesh. Glimpses of both her ass and pussy could be seen through the shifting curtain of fabric.

But the dress was far from the worst of the things Larry and Elsa had made her wear. The spike heels that twisted her feet and made her totter uncertainly with every step were far worse, and so was the elegant leather collar that circled her slender throat. The single leather glove that joined her arms into one limb from wrist to elbow was more degrading, as was the six-inch chain that joined her ankles together. Elsa had even looped a thin golden chain around Lisa's narrow waist, just for the decorative effect of the chain against Lisa's tanned skin.

"Fuck," Otis said, forking a piece of meat into his mouth without taking his eyes off Lisa. "That's a fine piece of ass you got there. Sit her down and we'll all get to know each other a little better."

The chairs at the foot and head of the table were empty. At the head of the table was a plate filled with steaming delicacies, and to her surprise Lisa's mouth began to water. She hadn't had a bite to eat all day long, and the violent exertions of being fucked and tortured had left her body starved for energy.

"Honey," Larry said, jerking on Lisa's leash until the gorgeous blonde was on her knees beside the head of the table. "I'd like you to meet Tabitha Bates."

"Hi, slut," Tabitha growled coarsely. "Give Tabby a kiss hello."

"Yes," Larry agreed, a smile on his handsome face. "I think you should kiss all of our guests. What a nice way to greet them."

Tabitha Bates was a big woman nearing middle age, but she was still attractive, in a gaudy, almost masculine fashion. Lisa had thought that the big woman would lean over to kiss her, but instead Tabitha kicked off one of her shoes and stuck her foot into Lisa's pretty face. Tabitha was wearing heavy stockings, and there was the smell of sweat about her feet, but Lisa leaned forward dutifully and kissed her wiggling toes.

"Pretty whore, isn't she?" Tabitha asked roughly, wiggling her toes between Lisa's soft lips and rubbing them back and forth over the girl's waiting tongue. "I can't wait to have a turn with you."

Lisa shuddered at the big woman's words and at the cruelty she saw in her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief when her husband tugged on her leash, pulling her mouth from Tabitha's toes. She started to rise to her feet, but Larry pushed her roughly back down.

"Crawl, honey. Crawl like the little bitch mutt you are." Larry jerked her leash, making her crawl past Tabitha Bates to her husband, John. "Say hello to John, you dirty bitch dog. Give him a kiss."