"Head down," Bronson said. She crossed her arms and lowered her head to rest on them.
He came behind her. He pulled her dress up to expose her ass. He carefully tucked her dress beneath the leather belt she wore around her waist. Then he pulled her panties down to her knees. She wore a garterbelt and nylons. Now her cunt and ass were exposed from behind. She had to keep her knees together because of the panties, but that didn't seem to bother him.
"Don't move," he said. "Don't move at all." Then he went to the door, opened it and talked to someone. By the way he talked she guessed it was a servant. The door closed. A full minute went by and nothing happened. Then the door opened and someone entered the room. Zelda could sense the person behind her.
"Oh my," a woman's voice said. The woman chuckled. "Roger, you've brought me a present."
CHAPTER FOUR
They had her gagged and undressed and strung up in the dining room from the overhead beam. Mr. and Mrs. Bronson sat at the table eating while Zelda watched them with aching limbs and despair in her bean.
The woman's name was Carol. She was younger than Bronson, about Zelda's age, and she was a beauty. A wan like Bronson would have as a wife what his money could buy, and he had the money to buy the best.
She's got class, Zelda thought. But maybe she was wrong. You couldn't tell about people just by looking at them. These days any woman could put on the right clothes and look classy.
Classy or not, Carol had shown no sympathy for Zelda. She had insisted Zelda be stripped before she was strung up. So now Zelda wore nothing but her garterbelt and nylons and she felt more naked than if she'd been totally without a stitch. It seemed obscene to be undressed like that while the two of them sat there eating.
Now and then Carol looked at Zelda. Always with amusement in her eyes. Finally, Carol told Bronson she was pleased with his present.
"Yes, I like her," Carol said. "She's not ordinary. Too many of them are boring. This one, I think, might be interesting. Where did you find her?"
Bronson smiled. He continued eating his soup.
"I won't reveal that," he said. "Enjoy her and don't concern yourself with that."
Carol smiled. "All right, I won't ask any more questions."
They continued eating. All Zelda could do was watch them and pray something would happen to save her. She knew that sooner or later they would get down to business and abuse her. Bronson hadn't brought her to his house to decorate the dining room. And in the meantime the rants passed in and out, and each time that happened Zelda thought she would die. The way they looked at her. She was like a chicken strung up before everyone's eyes. But the servants said nothing and Zelda was certain they wouldn't help her. She suspected she wasn't the first woman they'd seen like this. The Bronson's would not expose her to the servants if they thought the servants would make trouble.
They won't make trouble, Zelda thought. It was the Bronsons who would make trouble and they would make the trouble for Zelda. She had an idea Mrs. Bronson was worse than her husband. Carol's eyes were cruel. Like Josie's eyes. Carol had more class than Josie, but maybe she was worse. Bronson was bad enough. Zelda remembered the way he had pissed in her mouth as they rode in his limousine. How awful that was. How degrading. She cringed now as she thought of it.
I've got to escape, Zelda thought. But it seemed impossible. She was with someone all the time. Maybe at some point it would be possible to get to a telephone. She had to pray for that. At least a telephone.
When the Bronson's finished eating, they untied Zelda and took her out of the dining room. She had to walk in front of them. Carol made a crack about the wiggling of Zelda's ass, but Zelda kept her mouth shut. Let them talk, she thought. As long as they didn't hurt her, she didn't care.
They brought her to a plush living room and told her to lie down on the rug.
"On your back," Carol said.
She whispered something to Bronson and he chuckled.
Zelda lay down on the carpet on her back. In a moment Carol straddled her, standing over Zelda's chest, looking down at Zelda's face, and the lifting her dress up to her hips.
"Through the pantyhose first," Carol said. "See if you can find my clit." And then Carol slowly squatted down to get her crotch on Zelda's mouth.
Zelda sometimes liked to have her cunt eaten while she wore panties or pantyhose. It was pleasant to be licked and sucked through wet nylon. Part of the pleasure, for Zelda at least, was that she knew the other person was having a difficult time. She could always more or less see that. The business seemed to be more difficult for women than for men. Whenever she had one of the women in her office eat her cunt through her pantyhose, Zelda could see that the woman was bothered by it. It was the same with panties. Maybe they thought her crotch wasn't clean. Well, maybe it wasn't. She put on clean underwear every morning, but after a whole day in the office she couldn't guarantee anything. In any case, she didn't much care. They had to suck her pussy with or without underwear and it wasn't her business to care about whether they liked it.
Now Zelda had the crotch of Carol's pantyhose on her mouth, and for the first time in her life she understood how difficult it was to suck a pussy through nylon. She had no idea whether Carol was dean. She did smell nice. Not at all like a raunchy cunt. More like talcum powder and Lancome. And more than a little wet. Almost dripping, in fact. Having Zelda to look at and tease for the past two hours had started Carol's cunt-juices flowing and Zelda now had the wet nylon against her lips.
Carol squirmed around on Zelda's face awhile. She murmured encouragement. Then after a while she pulled back, pulled her crotch away from Zelda's mouth. Zelda looked up. A small scissors had appeared in Carol's hand. As Zelda watched with amazement, Carol snipped at the crotch of her pantyhose. In a moment Carol's cunt-bush burst through the hole in the nylon, her wet cunt suddenly exposed and available.
"Start munching," Carol said.
She shifted forward and once again Zelda had her face covered. This time she had bare cuntflesh on her mouth. Carol squirmed until she had Zelda's nose between her cunt-lips and against her clit.
"That's good," Carol said. She started rubbing.
Zelda was in agony. Carol was using her face as a washboard for her pussy. Carol's cunt-juice flowed heavily, a thick stream of cunt-slime pouring out of Carol's cunt-hole and into Zelda's open mouth. Zelda couldn't help taking it. She had no choke. She had to take the juice and swallow it. She could hardly breathe. She had Carol's hairy cunt-lips wrapped around her nose. She wants to smother me, Zelda thought.
But Carol had other plans. After a while she tore the pantyhose with her hands, completely opening the crotch. Then she squirmed around on Zelda's face again, this time to get her asshole over Zelda's mouth. She gave Zelda some room. She kept her asshole about an inch above Zelda's lips.
"Let's find out how good you are," Carol said. "Don't be bashful or I'll have Roger use his little toy on you."
Zelda knew what she wanted. She had no choice but to do it. Extending her tongue, she fluttered the tip over Carol's puckered little asshole. But Carol wasn't satisfied.
"Get it inside," the brunette said.
Zelda hated her. She had to strain a bit to lift her head. She lapped Carol's asshole and then she stiffened her tongue and pushed it inside. Carol murmured something. Zelda didn't hear it. Then Carol settled down a bit to capture all of Zelda's tongue with her ass.
"Now feel this," Carol said.
A sudden jolt bit Zelda in her belly. Carol had used Bronson's stun-gun. Zelda groaned as she rammed her face into Carol's crotch. Desperate to avoid another electric shock, she tongued and sucked Carol's ass.
After a time Carol shifted her ass away. She said Zelda wasn't too bad. What she didn't know she could learn.