neck. The skinny little woman tied down beneath him looked like a rag doll as he held her still with his strong hands spread on her hips.
"Does it hurt, Janie?" Brenda leaned down, whispering to the girl. Jane nodding, eyes still squeezed shut, wondering if Brenda would somehow take pity, though knowing at the same time that of course she would not.
"Good," Brenda responded, an evil grin on her face. She began to rub her pussy, pulling the silk aside. Robert looked down, seeing his wife with her hand buried in her panties, the dark auburn pubic hair peeking through the fabric. He thrust harder, making Jane scream. As he picked up his tempo, Brenda picked up hers. They were both using Jane to make themselves come. She truly was no more than an object for them to debase. Brenda came first, panting and undulating on the floor, licking her lips and flashing her green eyes at Robert. Jane witnessed none of this; her eyes squeezed shut in pain and self-protection.
Brenda's attempt at a sensual display was mostly wasted on Robert, whose eyes were closed now as he rutted into Jane, slamming himself against her, balls slapping her small bottom. He grunted low and gutturally, shooting his seed into her and then holding her still, forcing her to bear his considerable weight for a moment or two before rolling off of her, his cock slipping out of her with a little pop.
Jane was whimpering quietly when the two of them noticed her again. Brenda wanted to leave her bound, but Robert convinced her it would be better to release her so she could clean up herself and save them the trouble later. "You can use the spigot, frog. Clean yourself up; you're a mess." They left the room together and Jane slowly rolled off the low stool. She lay still for several moments, and then
gingerly touched her bottom. It was wet with semen and bits of feces, her own. Thoroughly horrified by this discovery, her humiliation hardened into a rage that these fiends could do something like this!
Slowly she crawled to the spigot and turned on the water. It was cold but it would clean off her own filth and his nasty gooey deposit. At least there was no blood this time. It had been painful, but not as bad as a caning. And it was over. They were gone, for now.
Chapter 4 – Degradation
Brenda liked the verbal humiliation almost as much as the physical. She loved to tie them up and whip them, yes. She loved to watch Robert defile them with his cock and cum all over them. But she also loved to control them, to make them behave like the slaves they were, and all because she ordered them to. She loved power. Today she had Jane on the floor, kneeling with her hands behind her head.
"What are you, Jane?" she asked, her voice nonchalant, belying the iron will beneath it. She had just spent the last half hour training Jane in the expected responses and now Jane would be tested.
Jane mumbled something and Brenda said sharply, "Speak up, frog.
I can't hear you!"
Louder this time, with eyes shifting away, Jane said, "I am a worthless cunt, Mistress."
"That's right," Brenda nodded, smiling slightly. "And what else are you?"
"A piece of ass made for your pleasure and my pain." "Very good." Brenda liked that one. "And what else?"
Jane paused. She was trying to remember, and then she did remember, but didn't want to say it aloud. How she hated this woman. Brenda moved toward her menacingly and Jane sputtered, "A piece of shit. A nasty piece of shit." She bit her lips, bitterly ashamed and angry.
"That's right. A piece of shit not worth being on the bottom of my shoe. And yet we put up with you. At least for now. And you owe us thanks, because you know we could have killed you, but instead we keep you around, feeding you, housing you. You're lucky you're alive, you know that, don't you?"
Jane closed her eyes. She wanted to drop her arms, which were so tired, as she held them up behind her head, fingers locked to keep them from falling. She wanted to crawl back to her cage
"Does it hurt, Janie?" Brenda leaned down, whispering to the girl. Jane nodding, eyes still squeezed shut, wondering if Brenda would somehow take pity, though knowing at the same time that of course she would not.
"Good," Brenda responded, an evil grin on her face. She began to rub her pussy, pulling the silk aside. Robert looked down, seeing his wife with her hand buried in her panties, the dark auburn pubic hair peeking through the fabric. He thrust harder, making Jane scream. As he picked up his tempo, Brenda picked up hers. They were both using Jane to make themselves come. She truly was no more than an object for them to debase. Brenda came first, panting and undulating on the floor, licking her lips and flashing her green eyes at Robert. Jane witnessed none of this; her eyes squeezed shut in pain and self-protection.
Brenda's attempt at a sensual display was mostly wasted on Robert, whose eyes were closed now as he rutted into Jane, slamming himself against her, balls slapping her small bottom. He grunted low and gutturally, shooting his seed into her and then holding her still, forcing her to bear his considerable weight for a moment or two before rolling off of her, his cock slipping out of her with a little pop.
Jane was whimpering quietly when the two of them noticed her again. Brenda wanted to leave her bound, but Robert convinced her it would be better to release her so she could clean up herself and save them the trouble later. "You can use the spigot, frog. Clean yourself up; you're a mess." They left the room together and Jane slowly rolled off the low stool. She lay still for several moments, and then
gingerly touched her bottom. It was wet with semen and bits of feces, her own. Thoroughly horrified by this discovery, her humiliation hardened into a rage that these fiends could do something like this!
Slowly she crawled to the spigot and turned on the water. It was cold but it would clean off her own filth and his nasty gooey deposit. At least there was no blood this time. It had been painful, but not as bad as a caning. And it was over. They were gone, for now.
Chapter 4 – Degradation
Brenda liked the verbal humiliation almost as much as the physical. She loved to tie them up and whip them, yes. She loved to watch Robert defile them with his cock and cum all over them. But she also loved to control them, to make them behave like the slaves they were, and all because she ordered them to. She loved power. Today she had Jane on the floor, kneeling with her hands behind her head.
"What are you, Jane?" she asked, her voice nonchalant, belying the iron will beneath it. She had just spent the last half hour training Jane in the expected responses and now Jane would be tested.
Jane mumbled something and Brenda said sharply, "Speak up, frog.
I can't hear you!"
Louder this time, with eyes shifting away, Jane said, "I am a worthless cunt, Mistress."
"That's right," Brenda nodded, smiling slightly. "And what else are you?"
"A piece of ass made for your pleasure and my pain." "Very good." Brenda liked that one. "And what else?"
Jane paused. She was trying to remember, and then she did remember, but didn't want to say it aloud. How she hated this woman. Brenda moved toward her menacingly and Jane sputtered, "A piece of shit. A nasty piece of shit." She bit her lips, bitterly ashamed and angry.
"That's right. A piece of shit not worth being on the bottom of my shoe. And yet we put up with you. At least for now. And you owe us thanks, because you know we could have killed you, but instead we keep you around, feeding you, housing you. You're lucky you're alive, you know that, don't you?"
Jane closed her eyes. She wanted to drop her arms, which were so tired, as she held them up behind her head, fingers locked to keep them from falling. She wanted to crawl back to her cage
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