Lita watched avidly, so absorbed that she didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her. Suddenly a hand came down on her shoulder and gripped hard. She was so startled, she almost wet her pants. She whirled and looked up at Foster Barton.
"Something interesting going on in that room, my dear?" he said.
Chapter 8
Lita wanted to die of shame. Foster Barton had caught her spying, peering through the keyhole like a guilty little kid. If she didn't handle this scene just right, she'd be out of a job. She leaped to her feet, blushing.
"I-I’m sorry, sir," she said. "It's just that I heard shouting, and I thought there might be some trouble.”
Foster regarded her doubtfully. "I heard it, too," he said, "but it didn't sound like trouble to me. It merely sounded like a family argument, which of course would be none of your business. You weren't spying on my family, were you?”
"Oh, no, sir," Lita said as sincerely as she could.
Foster seized her wrist painfully hard. "Then let's just step into the room," he said, "and you can tell everyone you weren't spying.”
Lita moaned. As Foster flung open the door and dragged her into Trish's room, she wished there was some way she could just disappear. Foster Barton obviously didn't believe her. She'd lost her job, and he was going to shame her in front of the others, too.
He pushed her ahead of him into the room. Carol, Trish and Tony gawked at them. Trish and Tony, of course, were still stark naked. That didn't help Lita's case. Why had she gone on peeking through the keyhole, when she shouldn't have looked at all? She blushed deeply.
"What the hell is this about?" Carol Barton said.
"I thought you all might be interested to know that I caught this young lady looking through the keyhole," Foster said.
They all glared at her. "She was watching us all the time?" Trish gasped.
"I would assume so," said Foster. "And I would assume she saw something interesting.”
"Oh, Christ," said Tony. "Who hired her, anyway? We have to be so careful about the help.”
"I'm afraid it's my fault," said Carol, "but she sounded so innocent, coming from a convent and all. Well, Foster, what do you think we should do about her?”
Lita was starting to get very nervous. The Barton’s would of course want to protect their little family secret, the fact that they all balled each other. Lita was nothing to them-except a threat. With their power and money, they could do anything they wanted with her. They could get rid of her, permanently, and make sure no one ever knew…
"All right," she said desperately, "I was spying. But I was just curious-I didn't mean any harm. I'll leave right away, Mr. Barton, and I swear I'll never tell anyone what I saw. I don't want trouble any more than you do.”
Foster eyed her coldly. "Just exactly what was it you saw, my dear?" he said.
Lita blushed hotly and couldn't answer, but Tony said, "Trish and I were getting it on. Then Carol busted in and said Trish was hogging the men in the house.”
"I see," said Foster. "If that got out, it could be very serious.”
"Please," Lita said anxiously, "I'll never tell anyone, I swear.”
For the first time since catching her, Foster smiled, but it was an icy smile. "Oh, I'm sure you won't tell anyone, my dear," he said, "because I have the power to make you very sorry. No matter where you were, I'd find you and spoil that pretty face. Do you understand?”
Lita nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes, sir," she said. "I understand fine. I'll just pack my things and leave right away.”
She started for the door, but Foster seized her wrist again. "Just one moment, Lita," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. Before you leave, you're going to be punished." He glanced at his son and said in a peculiar voice, "Don't you think she ought to be punished, Tony?”
With a strange glint in his eye, half sadistic and half excited, Tony answered, "Yes, Dad, I agree. She definitely ought to be punished.”
Trish giggled. "Can Carol and I watch?” she said.
"Certainly," said Foster, who way smiling more and more now. "And you can help us get her undressed.”
Undressed? Lita didn't like the sound of that at all. She gave a yelp and started again for the door, but suddenly they were all over her, the whole Barton family, throwing her to the floor and pulling at her clothes. She was no match for four people. She wept and struggled, but in a very short time they had stripped her naked.
They stood around her in a tight circle, staring down at her, and Lita tried desperately to cover herself, but her small hands could not obscure her wide black triangle of mons fur or her big wobbling breasts. She'd never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in her life.
"Kind of a vulgar figure, don't you think, Carol?" said Trish.
"Yes," said Carol. "Breasts and hips too big, definitely. It's all so obvious." The two women sneered at her and made catty remarks. They were clearly jealous of her lush curvy body.
"None of that, you two,” Foster said. "If you're going to stay and watch, keep quiet.” Carol and Trish retreated and sat on the edge of the bed. Foster and Tony started taking their clothes off.
"She looks like a great little piece of ass," Foster said. "You have her yet, son?”
"Just once," Tony said, "but believe it or not, she was a virgin. Nice tight little cunt. Loves to fuck, too.”
Lita closed her eyes and wept. She felt like meat on a rack, an object instead of a person. She understood now what her "punishment” was going to be. Foster Barton and his son would use her body until they tired of her. Then she'd be thrown out of the house without a recommendation, without a hope of getting another job. What was she going to do? She had no money, no friends…
But those were future worries. Right now she'd have to endure the terrible humiliation of servicing both father and son, while the women watched, like she was some animal on exhibition. Suddenly she hated these people. Just because they were rich and influential, they could treat her like she was less than human.
Foster and Tony had stripped. Tony's thick young cock was still hard from his excitement with Trish. He hadn't been able to come before Carol's interruption. Foster's thin pale prick was limp, flopping lazily before him as he moved. Both men eyed Lita hungrily.
"Well, how shall we begin?" Foster said, rubbing his hands together.
"She could get you hard, Dad,” Tony said, grinning.
"Excellent idea," said Foster.
Lita felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to suck Foster Barton's skinny ugly blue-veined dick-yet that was obviously what he had in mind. He stared hungrily at her full red mouth, then straddled her, resting his bony butt lightly on her big swelling jugs. His limp worm-like cock grazed her lips.
Lita moaned and shook her head violently. "Oh, nooo,” she cried, "anything but that, please… ”
"What's your problem, cunt?" Carol Barton snapped. "You think you're too good to suck my husband's dick? That's a laugh.”
"Maybe she's never sucked cock before," Trish giggled. "I mean Tony said she was a virgin. She could just be that dumb.”
"Oh, she knows what he wants, all right," Tony said. "Look at her face.”
As Foster maliciously trailed his soft floppy cock back and forth over her lips, Lita screwed her pretty face up in disgust. She wanted to gag. She hadn't minded blowing Miles, In fact she'd enjoyed it, because she was hot for him. But she wasn't hot for this skinny old man with his repulsive worm-like dick.
Foster was getting impatient. "Open up," he said, "unless you want another kind of punishment. I can send Tony for a knife, and we'll redecorate your face.”
Lita quickly opened her mouth. The others laughed evilly as Foster seized his floppy little prick and stuffed it between her lips. Lita conquered the urge to puke. She knew that if she was going to come out of this with her face unscarred, she'd better do exactly what they wanted.
"Now suck it," Foster commanded. "Get me hard-and if you bite, I'll kill you.”
Lita was sure he meant it. A girl like her, poor and unknown and half Mexican, was just a piece of shit to a man like Foster Barton. Her life had no value in his eyes. She began to suck, trying to do the best job she could, hoping to end her torment soon. The soft limp little cock throbbed on her tongue.