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Chapter 2.
The girl had been locked in a spare bedroom, similar to the one at Lizzy's. No carpet, just bare concrete floor, a cupboard, and various eye bolts and chains attached to the floor, walls and ceiling. In the centre of the room was a vinyl covered bench similar to a masseuse's table, but with various buckles and straps attached. A bucket was in the corner of the room, and she shamefully had to use it. She had pissed and shit in the bucket when she could take no more. She was not sure how long she had been there but it was only an hour or so. Mr B walked in.
"Mmmm, I can smell you used the bucket slut. Will have to clean you now bitch. Get the bucket and follow me."
Mr B walked out the door to the bathroom.
"Tip it in the toilet then clean it and yourself in the bath," he said.
Mr B watched as she tipped the contents of the bucket in the toilet and flushed it, and then rinsed the bucket in the bath. She filled the tub, stripped off the bikini and got in, trying not to notice Mr B standing at the door stroking himself.
"Hurry up slut, my friends will be here soon."
Emma washed quickly, hoping to please him. She got out of the bath looking for a towel.
"No towel slut. And no clothes. You are naked for the night."
Mr B laughed. Emma blushed.
Next Emma was dragged to the lounge room. The door bell rang and Emma was ordered to answer it naked. Mike laughed as the naked Emma answered the door.
"Nice, Mr B, got her in training already I see." Mike laughed.
"Yeah… get us both a beer slut." Mr B ordered.
Mike and Mr B sat on the couch. Emma grabbed two beers and sat nervously on the floor at Mr B's feet.
"See she's learning fast Mr B," Mike said.
"Yeah…She's hoping for parole." Mr B chuckled.
He stood and pushed aside the coffee table.
"Hands and knees bitch…you are our coffee table for the night."
Both men chuckled as Emma meekly complied. They put their beers on her, and Mr B rested an ashtray on her and lit a smoke. The men ignored her as the game started. Emma tried to keep still as the men slopped beer and ashes on her. She shivered when the cold bottles were placed on her warm skin. Her knees began to ache and every now and then Mr B would thrust a finger in her pussy as Mike laughed. At one stage he put the unlit end of a cigarette in her pussy, and waited till she began to squirm from the heat as it burned down, only to remove it at the last moment.
The door bell rang again, so the girl was allowed to answer it. She opened the door to find Lizzy standing there. Lizzy was in denim jeans and jacket carrying a 6 pack. Lizzy grabbed Emma firmly round the neck and gave her a sloppy kiss.
"Sorry I'm late." Lizzy said.
She pulled a beer and threw the others in the fringe. Emma quickly shut the front door, ashamed of her nakedness. Mr B simply gave her a look and she meekly kneeled back in front of the couch. Lizzy flopped down beside Mike. Emma glanced and noticed the bulge in Lizzy's jeans. Lizzy looked down and giggled.
"Yes bitch I'm strapped up and ready to go. Mr B says Mikey and I can have some fun with you at half time." She laughed.
Emma glanced at the TV and saw that half time was a mere two minutes away.
The half finished and Lizzy stood. Mike stood as well. Mike simply lowered his pants but Lizzy took the time to strip completely. They removed the crap off their improvised table. Mr B stood and laughed, enjoying the girl's discomfort. Mike slipped on a condom, spat in his hand and wiped it on his hard tool, then lay down on the couch. Lizzy grabbed the girl by the shoulders and forced the girl onto his hard cock, embedding Mike in her pussy. Lizzy produced a jar of Vaseline from her bag and began to smear it on the dildo as Mike began to hump the young girl. Lizzy got on the couch and guided the plastic prong into Emma's virgin arse. Emma screamed. Mr B laughed.
"Enjoying yourself Emma?" Mr B asked.
Emma looked pitifully at Mr B. Lizzy slapped her hard.
"Answer him bitch!" Lizzy snarled. "I sold you to Mr B and expect you to respect him!"
Lizzy thrust harder as Mike eased his cock in and out of Emma's slick cunt.
"Hurry you two." Mr B said casually. "Half time is nearly over."
Mike began thrusting harder, as did Lizzy, and despite herself Emma was getting wet. Lizzy could feel the dildo going in easier.
"Getting wet slut?" Lizzy whispered nastily. "Gonna cum for me bitch?"
Lizzy moaned and came as she gripped the girl's breasts. Suddenly Emma came, without expectation she cried out. Lizzy kissed the girl hard on the neck as Emma moaned the betrayal of her own body. Lizzy stood up and grinned, then grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her off Mike and on to the floor. All three of her tormentors laughed. Lizzy dressed. Mr B then grabbed Emma and forced her onto his lap. Emma could feel his hard cock. Lizzy grabbed more beers and they sat and watched the footy. Soon the game was over.
"You didn't get to cum did you Mikey?" Lizzy asked.
"No." Mike replied simply.
"Awwww, maybe Mr B will let you have a special treat. You've been good lately."
Lizzy stood and whispered in Mr B's ear. Mr B simply nodded and stood, toppling Emma onto the couch. He then sat in an armchair to watch, slowly sipping a beer and smoking. Lizzy grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed Emma's hands behind her back and sat her in the middle of the couch.
"I suppose I should explain, Emma," said Lizzy as she stripped and re-strapped on the dildo.
Mike too was eagerly stripping off his clothes.
"Mikey here was 19 when he was convicted and did a five year stretch for GBH. A pub brawl. Thought he was a real hard bastard. That was until he met my now ex-husband who's doing 20 years for armed robbery. Mikey here very quickly became my hubby's bitch in prison. When my hubby and I decided to split, Mikey was due out, so I sorta got him as part of the divorce settlement." Lizzy guffawed loudly.
"OK Mikey, bend over!" Lizzy ordered.
Mike bent over with his hands against the wall, his throbbing cock inches from Emma's face. Lizzy stood behind Mike and slowly slid the strap-on up his arse.
"You know the rules Mikey….ask nicely now."
"Please Miss Lizzy, please wank me off." Mike grunted as Lizzy fucked him.
Lizzy reached round and began stroking his thick erection in time with her ever quickening thrusts. Emma was disgusted by the display happening inches from her face, yet could not look away. Mr B sat impassively, not watching the action, but instead noting how Emma was reacting. He could tell she was sickened and degraded by what was happening but that she felt compelled to watch. Although Lizzy used it as a reward, she loved to fuck her Mikey with the strap-on. Powerfully built and in his late twenties, it turned her on immensely to know that he craved to be her obedient bitch. Lizzy could feel his cock throbbing and swelling yet more. She knew he was close.
"Don't you move your face, Emma." Lizzy grunted in time with her thrusts.
"Oh yes Miss Lizzy…I'm gonna cum!" Mike gasped.
Lizzy made one final brutal thrust, reached round and grabbed Emma by the hair and furiously jerked Mike off on Emma's face. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splattered on Emma's cheeks, down her chin and dribbled onto her tits. Emma screwed up her face in disgust, but Mr B noted the way her pussy glistened with its own special dew. Lizzy squeezed the last few drops out of Mike's now semi-flaccid penis. She withdrew the strapon and stood back.
"Look at the mess you've made of Mr B's bitch Mikey!" Lizzy chided. "Clean it up!" Mike obediently knelt down and meekly began licking his own sperm from the young girl.
"Mikey learned to like the taste of cum in prison, Emma." Lizzy chuckled.
Emma was in a state of confusion. She desperately wanted this man's filth removed from her body, but was repulsed at the way in which it was being done. As she closed her eyes so as to not have to see, it felt strangely erotic as Mike began to lick his sperm from her neck. When Mike reached her lips and spent a little too long there, he suddenly felt a stunning blow to the side of the head. Lizzy had belted him with the dildo.
"Don't you be a bad boy now Mikey." Lizzy warned.
"Sorry Miss."
"Hurry up and finish. You need to drive one of the girls to an appointment." Lizzy grumbled.
Mike got up, dressed and quickly left the house. By this stage Lizzy too was dressed but didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Mr B, who hadn't spoken in some time rose from his armchair.
"Time for more training slut."
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