Malcolm protested. "The garterbelt doesn't hide her ass."
"Come on, Malcolm, I like her better this way. I count too, you know. You said it was my party."
"Okay, okay."
"God, look at her tits. How about that, Malcolm? Do you like these tits?" She hefted one of Zelda's tits in her hand.
"She's a sexy piece," Malcolm said. "Are you still going to do what you said?"
"Of course I am. We'll get enough for a bash in Vegas. Wouldn't you like that, Malcolm? But first we have a little fun with her."
Josie suddenly pinched Zelda's nipple. The pain was so intense, Zelda thought she'd pass out. Instead, all she could do was groan and beg with her eyes. Josie laughed and pulled the gag out of Zelda's mouth. Gasping, Zelda pleaded with Josie.
"Please don't hurt me like that."
Josie snickered. "Honey, wait until you see the toy I have for you. Where's the prod, Malcolm?"
"Jesus, Josie, take it easy with that thing."
"All right, I'll take it easy, but in the meantime get it for me, will you?"
Malcolm walked out and returned in a moment carrying a two-foot long metal rod with a knob on one end and an electric line cord on the other end.
"Go easy," Malcolm said.
"Plug it in."
Zelda was terribly frightened. She had no idea what the device was, but she guessed it was something fiendish. She stood there naked, her wrists tied behind her back, her tits heaving and her legs trembling.
After Malcolm plugged the thing in, Josie held the rod in her hand with the knob pointed at Zelda.
"Do you know what this is?"
"No," Zelda said.
"I'll show you." She touched the knob to Zelda's stomach and pressed a button at the handle end. An electric shock suddenly made Zelda cry out and fall to the floor.
"How about that?" Josie said with a crazy giggle. "How do you like that, honey?"
After that Zelda was at their mercy. Josie made her bend over a footstool. Zelda had to spread her legs apart to expose her cunt and ass to their gaze. They talked about her. Josie crouched down and ran her hands over Zelda's ass.
"Tomorrow you can take a few pictures of her like this," Josie said. She probed Zelda's asshole with her finger. Zelda moaned and tried tightening her asshole to close it. Josie merely laughed and shoved her finger deep inside. "Come on, Malcolm, fuck her ass. I'd like to watch that."
Zelda wanted to die. She had never had a cock in her ass. She'd beep tempted a few times just to see what it was like, but she'd never been able to bring herself to let a man do it. Having her cunt fucked was one thing, but giving her asshole to a man was something else. She never even liked a finger in there. Having someone's finger in her ass meant the other person was in control. Like now. Josie's finger was deep in her ass and Zelda felt completely violated.
Malcolm moved behind Zelda. He crouched down behind her ass and Josie shifted away.
"Get me some Vaseline," Malcolm said.
Josie refused. "I want you to hurt her."
"Sure, but it'll hurt my cock too," Malcolm said. "I won't do it unless she's greased."
Josie brought the Vaseline. Zelda knelt there helpless as they lubricated her asshole. She prayed she would pass out when he did it. Maybe that way she could avoid the pain and humiliation.
Then finally the greasing was finished and Zelda could feel Malcolm's cock rubbing up and down her ass-crack. The knob of his prick pressed against her asshole. She remembered how big his cock was. She pictured his huge cock-head pushing at her tiny shit-hole. He'll kill me, she thought. She knew there were women who took it in the ass all the time and she wondered how they did it. Then she stopped thinking as a sudden pain ripped through her ass. Malcolm grunted as he broke through her asshole and into her shit-tube.
"Like a hot fist," he said.
Josie chuckled. "You like it, huh?"
"You don't let me do it anymore."
"You're too big."
Zelda was dizzy with pain and shock. She understood now that Malcolm and his sister were incestuous lovers. But at the moment she didn't care about that. What she cared about was the hot cock up her ass. Malcolm's cock felt enormous. The pain was awful. She realized she had all of his cock in her ass when she felt his bills pushing against her cunt-lips. He stopped moving, his cock deep inside her ass.
"Maybe she's not clean," Malcolm said.
Josie laughed. "Come on, Malcolm, if you fuck a woman's ass you can't complain about getting shit on your cock."
"I don't like it."
"You can make her suck it clean. Pull out a little and let's see."
Malcolm pulled his cock halfway out of Zelda's ass. "She's dirty."
Josie made a clucking sound. "Go on, fuck her and get it over with."
Zelda was in agony. She couldn't bear the embarrassment of having her shit on his cock. Then she told herself it wasn't her fault, she hadn't asked him to fuck her in the ass. She hadn't asked for any of this. The two of them deserved to be shot for doing this to her.
Shit or no shit, Malcolm's cock was still in her ass and he was now fucking her. Zelda realized it was tolerable. The humiliation was still there, the sense of being completely violated, but the physical pain had diminished and turned into a feeling of incredible pressure in her belly and chest. When he pulled out it was almost pleasant. When he pushed in again the pressure was awful. Her asshole was completely open to him now, and he reamed her out with a steady thrusting.
Josie watched it. She found it exciting. She hated having a cock in her ass. She never liked yielding so much to a man. Or a woman, even. Some of them liked to get their fingers in your ass. Some of the dykes like to fuck your ass with two or three fingers until you went nuts. She didn't like it. She would take a tongue in her ass if they wanted tense that, but that was all. What she liked was getting head. Josie liked to be sucked off and then to piss on them when she came. She usually had to pretend she lost control. Once in a while she found a man or a woman who liked it and then she went to town with them.
Now she had Zelda Reed for a few days. She would go to town with Zelda. She had important plans for this platinum blonde with hanging tits and a big clit.
Yummy, Josie thought. She reached under Malcolm's ass to hold his balls while he came.
CHAPTER THREE
Outside the window there seemed to be nothing but miles and miles of empty farmland. Zelda was in a room, the room she had been sleeping in for four days. But she wasn't in the room that much. Most of the time she was out of the room being abused by Malcolm and his sister.
She'd had four days of it. They'd made her call the agency on Monday and give them some story about her going on a vacation. Josie had stood behind her with the razor pressed against her neck. Zelda had spoken to Henry. As she expected, Henry was too stupid to understand the signals she tried to send him. Now the people in the office thought she was on vacation and no one would look for her.
The rage boiled within her. I'm not on vacation, she thought. I've been kidnapped by two lunatics.
She was terrified by the electric prod now. Josie used it to control her, and just the threat of the prod was enough to make her do whatever they wanted. They made her meek and submissive. It made no difference that she hated what they made her do. She was afraid of them and she had to do everything they wanted.
Was there anything out there beyond the farmland? As she gazed at the bleak landscape, at the rays of the sating sun slanting across the empty space, she suddenly heard something on the gravel. She was at the back of the old house and she couldn't see, but it sounded like a car or a truck had driven up to the entrance.
Then she heard the front door open. Someone had arrived. A guest. Josie had hinted about someone important arriving late in the afternoon. Zelda folded her arms across her chest and shivered. She was naked. She wondered who the guest was and what it would mean for her. Forlorn, she continued staring at the distant hills.