Donna Allen - Wife in training

Frank was back. And he had somebody with him. Another cop. Myrna cringed when she saw the way the both of them were grinning at her as they came down the stairs.

They stood over her.

"This is my buddy Earl," Frank said. Earl was as big and mean-looking as Frank was. His lips twisted in a sneer as he looked down at Myrna. "Christ, she's a mess, Frankie! You gotta let her get cleaned up. She's a fucking mess!"

Frank agreed. He got the handcuffs free of the post and he made her stand up. He pushed her toward the stairs. "You, get yourself fixed up and then you can make us something to cat. Look at that ass, Earl. What did I tell you about her? Was I lying about her?"

"Yeah, she's nice."

"She's perfect. She's got the sweetest little asshole. Man, it's like a hot glove. You fuck her ass later and you'll feel better about Louise."

"The hell with Louise, I'm glad she's gone. Does Linda know about, this one?"

Frank chuckled. "Not yet, she don't. But I'll tell her when I'm good and ready."

"Maybe she won't like it."

"Don't worry about Linda."

They pushed her upstairs and let her clean up in the bathroom. Frank told her to put some make-up on, and then when she did that he gave her a little apron to wear. He said he wanted her to look pretty for Earl. He gave her a new pair of sheer black nylons with elastic in the tops to hold them up. She was to wear the nylons and the red pumps again. He wanted her tits naked.

"Like a topless dancer," he said with a chuckle. He pinched one of her nipples and laughed at the way she blushed. "Come on, be a sport, baby. Just behave yourself and you won't get hurt."

She was afraid to ask him when he would let her go because she was afraid the answer would be never. She had the crazy idea she was doomed to be a slave for life in this seedy old house.

A slave to Frank and all his cop friends.

She made ham and eggs for them in the kitchen and served it to them in the small dining room. They filled their eyes with her, watching her walk back and forth to the kitchen. Each time she had her back to them she was aware of their eyes on her bare ass. Now she wished Neal had never gone any on that business trip. Nobody would miss her until Monday and by then she might be dead or she might be in China.

Oh God, what do I do? she thought.

Then the meal was finished, and right after he finished his coffee Earl decided that what he needed was a blowjob. "I'm getting to be a tired old man."

Frank chuckled. "Hell, you're not forty yet."

"Louise made me gray."

"Don't think about Louise, think about Myrna here. Look at the mouth on her. She's going to make you feel real nice with that mouth, aren't you, Myrna?"

Earl brought his cock out and Myrna went down on her knees to suck him off. She was awkward at first. She still wasn't used to haying a cock in her mouth. His prick wasn't as big as Frank's, but she still gagged when his knob pushed at her throat.

He stroked her head. "Keep the lips tight, honey. Keep your head moving and the lips tight."

He didn't last long. After maybe a dozen strokes with her mouth, he shot his wad on her tongue. She wasn't prepared for it and spluttered and gagged as she fell to the floor. They laughed at her.

Frank said she ought to know how to swallow a load of jism without choking on it. "Don't tell me you never sucked a guy off before."

After that Earl was in better spirits. They made her go into the living room with them and they started drinking. Earl stripped down to his shorts and sat on the sofa with a glass of bourbon in his hand. He teased Frank about Myrna's legs. "You always like the legs."

"She turns me on, Frank. Nice pussy, nice tits, nice ass. How long are you going to keep her?"

Frank shrugged. "I'll fuck her up the chimney and see if she flies away."

"Is she a hot-ass?"

"Maybe. Her old man don't fuck it and she's not broken in. You can't tell until they're broken in, right?"

"Let's have a look at it."

Frank ordered Myrna to come over to them. When she walked over, he told her to turn around and bend over. "Spread your cheeks, baby. Earl here wants a look at paradise."

She did what they wanted. She turned around and bent over and spread her asscheeks so they could look at her asshole. She tried to blank out what was happening to her. And what would happen to her. The follow-up, of course, was completely predictable.

Earl took one look at her asshole and decided he had to fuck it. They made her turn around and get down on her knees to get his cock hard again. She licked and sucked his prick until he had a respectable hard-on, and then she had to go over to an armchair and bend over it while Earl came behind her.

"I need some corn oil," Earl said as he stroked her ass.

His good friend Frank brought the corn oil from the kitchen. Earl anointed Myrna's asshole and pushed his cock inside her shitter without any delay. He told Frank he was right about Myrna. She had a lovely asshole. "Man, look at that thing suck on my prick!"

Pretend you're alone, Myrna thought. But what was the use of pretending when she had a hard cock up her ass and it hurt like hell?

"Yeah, she's good," Earl said. "Nice legs, Frankie."

"I told you about the legs."

"That's right, you did. I'm going off!"

"Go on, make it, pal!"

Earl shot his wad up her ass, ramming her shit-tube with his spurting cock, his belly pounding her butt and his low-hanging balls swinging again and again against her cuntlips.

When he finally pulled his prick out of he ass, Earl wanted her to clean him up. He made her turn around to suck his prick. Myrna did it without protest. She knew it was useless to beg for mercy. They intended doing anything they wanted with her. Maybe at the end they would kill her. All she could hope for was that if she did what they wanted they wouldn't hurt her too much.

She sucked Earl's cock clean of her shit. She did a good job of it, licking up and down his cockshaft and even cleaning his balls with her tongue. He liked it.

He patted her head and said she reminded him a bit of his wife Louise. "Except for the nipples. Those nipples are crazy, honey. Those are real fancy nipples, aren't they?"

And then he grabbed both nipples at once and twisted them while he pissed in her mouth.

She went crazy. She coughed and spluttered and fell down sobbing on the floor.

Earl laughed and kicked her and told her to get his prick in her mouth again. He was holding his piss for her. She finally went up on her knees again. She was too afraid of them to refuse them anything. She took Earl's prick in her mouth and waited for the inevitable.

He started pissing again and this time she took it. She swallowed it. She swallowed everything that came out of his pisshole until he was finished.

"Yeah, that's good!" he said. "Now let's have another drink and watch a little TV. Okay, Frankie?"

For the next hour she lay curled up on the rug praying they wouldn't touch her any more. The two cops watched a ballgame on TV. They called her a few times to put fresh ice in their drinks. But otherwise they let her alone and she was thankful for it. She wished she could get out of the room so they wouldn't see her. If they didn't see her, maybe they wouldn't think about sex any more.

Then Earl said he wanted her to sit with him on the sofa. She walked over and trembled as she sat down beside him. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and cupped one of her tits with his hand. He asked her if she liked cops. "Some women really dig them, don't they?"

"I-I don't like to get hurt," Myrna said.

He laughed and pulled her hand into his lap.

He made her hold his balls. He said she was a good-looking woman, and when he was with a good-looking woman he always liked to have her face in a special place. "You know what I mean?"