Mabel Vernon chuckled as she looked at Ellen. They were alone in the room together. Ellen was naked, her wrists and ankles chained to a post in the center of the room. Mabel was fully dressed, sitting relaxed in a chair, with a drink in her hand.
Mabel was about forty, a tall woman with graying hair and a haughty look. She was pleased with Ellen. This time her husband Henry had brought home something special. Ellen was much more attractive than the others that they'd had. Yes, Mabel was pleased.
Mabel accepted her own peculiarities. She enjoyed hurting women, and the more attractive the woman, the better it was for her, and Ellen was certainly attractive with a lovely ripe looking body. Mabel looked forward to hurting those juicy nipples. She planned to use the woman thoroughly. She had a schedule in mind as she liked to plan these things out. Each day would bring a new regimen of pain and abuse for Ellen.
Mabel knew that her husband had his own needs, he enjoyed fucking them. Mabel didn't mind seeing him with another woman, provided the woman was Mabel's slave. As long as the women belonged to Mabel, Henry could do what he wanted with them. Mabel liked hurting them, and Henry liked something else. She liked to see them weeping.
Now Mabel was amused at the hatred in Ellen's eyes. This one seemed to have already guessed what was in store for her, but whether she'd guessed right or not, it was Mabel who would call the shots. She'd knock all the resistance out of Ellen. That was the way it was. First knock their resistance out, and then pet them and pamper them until they accepted being lap dogs. Until they were afraid to be anything else. By the time that she was through with Ellen, there would be nothing but adoration in Ellen's eyes for her.
Mabel rose from her chair and went over to a drawer, opened it and brought out a riding crop. She turned around so that Ellen could see it and chuckled as she saw the fear in Ellen's eyes.
"You don't like this, darling? I thought you'd be easy by the time you came to us. Well, if you're not easy, we'll have to make you easy, won't we? You don't feel so strong anymore, do you? You will get to know me," she said chuckling, and Ellen would get to know everything about her. "You will get to know all of the details, darling. I want you to look after me."
She pushed the end of the riding crop at Ellen's heavy tits. She slid the crop under one tit globe and raised the tit with it. "These are nice. They'll be down to your belly someday, but for the moment they're a plus. You have a nice body, you know and I do like the marks. And these tits! I'm going to hurt them, darling. You know that, don't you?"
And suddenly she slashed the riding crop across Ellen's naked tits. Ellen cried out, a sound of anguish and pain and hopelessness as Mabel laughed. She said she liked the sound of it and hit Ellen again. She grabbed a hold of one of Ellen's tits and tore at it with her fingernails. She held the tit in one of her hands and deliberately struck the nipple with the riding crop.
Ellen's eyes rolled up with pain making Mabel very pleased. She said she liked the way Ellen responded. She put the riding crop away and unchained Ellen's wrists and ankles. Ellen fell to the floor, sobbing. Mabel laughed and kicked her. Her shoe caught Ellen's side and Ellen writhed on the floor in pain.
"I want you to know what you are!" Mabel said calmly. "It's quite important that you know what you are."
After that, she told Ellen to kneel with her head down. She was weeping as she did it. Mabel walked around Ellen. When she was behind Ellen, she stopped and studied Ellen's cunt and ass. She raised one foot and pushed the point of her shoe between Ellen's ass cheeks. Then she pushed farther down, pushing the toe of her shoe between Ellen's fat cunt lips.
"Hold still. I don't want you moving unless I tell you."
She pushed the point of her shoe inside of Ellen's cunt hole, and giggled as she fucked Ellen's cunt with her shoe. Then she pulled the point of her shoe out and pushed at Ellen's ass hole with it. Ellen groaned as the point of Mabel's shoe entered her ass.
Mabel was enjoying herself. She pulled the toe of her shoe away and used the heel instead. She wore sharp little French heels and as she pushed the pointed heel against Ellen's ass hole, it slipped right in. Then she fucked Ellen's ass with her French heel.
Then Mabel knelt down. She pinched Ellen's ass, telling Ellen to move her legs farther apart. She fingered Ellen's fat cunt lips and worked two fingers inside of it. Then she added another finger and another, until she had four fingers inside of Ellen's cunt. Ellen's cunt hole was stretched into a gaping maw. Then Mabel added her thumb and pushed all of her hand inside Ellen's pussy.
Ellen groaned constantly. She felt as though she was being split open, split apart in her crotch. She was sure that the woman was going to kill her. Mabel had her wrist inside Ellen's painfully stretched cunt-hole and began to fist fuck her cunt. She loved abusing them like this and she loved the power that she had over them, when she had her fist in their cunts. Ellen sobbed and groaned while Mabel laughed. She finally pulled her fist out of Ellen's cunt and wiped her hand on Ellen's ass.
Mabel returned to her chair, humming a melody to herself. She was happy. She pulled her dress up to her waist and sat down. Now her legs and thighs were uncovered. She wore garter held nylons with no panties. She ran her fingers through her cunt bush as she opened her legs up wide to expose her pussy. She told Ellen to crawl on the floor over to her. She threatened to beat Ellen with the riding crop again if she didn't move quickly.
Ellen crawled over to Mabel, bruised and sobbing. She gazed at the woman's spread legs, at the white flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and at the full bush of cunt hair, that covered her cunt lips and ran down into the crack of her ass. There was no need for Mabel to instruct Ellen what to do now as she knew what Mabel wanted. Licking her dry lips, Ellen moved in on the woman's pussy while Mabel snickered.
"You belong to me, darling and you'll be safe here as long as you please me. When you stop pleasing me, I'll have you snuffed out like a used candle. You do understand me, don't you?"
Ellen groaned as she pushed her face against Mabel's hairy pussy. She worked her nose and mouth between Mabel's meaty cunt lips and started sucking on the woman's cunt gash as Mabel stroked her head. She looked down at Ellen's face and held her cunt lips open with her fingers as she watched Ellen's tongue working over her pleasure hole. She thought about all of the slaves that she'd had.
Her liking for a slave woman had started in college. It had always been only a question of finding them. She loved having her cunt sucked by a pretty girl or an attractive woman.
Then she told Ellen to suck her ass hole and laughed at Ellen's difficulty as Ellen tried to get her mouth lower down. Mabel helped her by moving her ass up, in order to get Ellen's tongue into her shit hole.
"Wash my ass hole, darling. It's your job to see that it's always clean."
Finally, Mabel pushed Ellen away. Then she told Ellen to lie down on her back on the floor. Ellen obediently stretched out on the carpet, and Mabel straddled her, facing her feet, Mabel held her dress up around her waist as she lowered herself down over Ellen's face.
Ellen stared at the woman's broad white ass. Mabel was a slender woman, but she had full hips and a broad ass. Ellen could see Mabel's hairy cunt between her spread thighs. She saw the hair growing in Mabel's ass crack and around her puckered ass hole. Mabel's ass hole still glistened with Ellen's saliva.
Then Mabel started pissing. The hot piss covered Ellen's tits and ran over her belly and neck. Ellen was numb as she watched the yellow piss gush out of the woman's cunt. Mabel made a noise in her throat and started shitting. Her ass hole opened, like a brown mouth. She grunted with pleasure as the long turds came out. She wriggled her ass as she dropped her foul shit on Ellen's creamy tits.
When Mabel was finished shitting, she straightened up, let her dress drop and stood there, looking down at Ellen. She laughed at Ellen's obvious disgust and misery. She told Ellen to smear the shit over her body. When Ellen hesitated, Mabel kicked her viciously.
"I'll have you branded, you little slut! I'll watch your flesh burn!"
Ellen groaned and began smearing Mabel's smelly shit over her tits and belly.
"I work too hard!" the judge said to his wife. "I think I ought to retire."
Mabel snickered at him and said, "Henry don't be foolish. You've been retired since the day you became a judge. You don't really do anything, do you? I know you too well to think you actually do anything."
They chuckled at that thought. They were in the living room and Ellen was naked. She was on her knees, sucking the judge's cock, while they talked about his days in court. The judge's cock was only half-hard. Mabel had her legs apart, her skirt pulled back to her waist as she idly played with her own cunt, while she watched Ellen sucking her husband's cock.
Ellen's lips were swollen from all the sucking she'd done that day. Her mouth moved up and down on the judge's thin prick. His cock became hard, slowly and Mabel fingered her own cunt lips as she watched.
Ellen's misery was intense. These people were much worse than Vic and Rita. Now they were talking about her, and she tried to listen. They treated her like a pet dog. No, a dog would get better treatment. Mabel was a vicious, horrible sadist.
Mabel teased the judge, because his cock still wasn't completely hard. "Having trouble, Henry?"
But he was getting there, his cock was slowly getting hard. He smirked at his wife and said, "A big gun doesn't get loaded that easily."
He soon had a stiff prick, and he was pleased.
Mabel questioned the judge about Ellen. She wanted to know what he thought about her. "You haven't done much to her."
"I will, I will."
"When, darling? I seem to be the only one who likes doing things."
"I like it, also."
He told Mabel that he too liked to see the slaves hurt as much as she did and enjoyed seeing them suffer. Mabel smiled and said that they belonged together. After that, they took Ellen to the playroom. They chained her to the post in the center of the room. Ellen hated the post as she was always hurt when she was chained to the post. It did no good to beg, since they never listened to her when she begged anyway. They had her hanging forward from the post now, her tits dropped down as ripe targets. She had new marks on her body. The judge walked away to light a cigar. Mabel came over to Ellen and smiled as she pinched her hanging tits.
"We'll work on these today. Is that all right, Henry?"
The judge puffed away on his cigar and said, "Sure, whatever you want darling."
He was always excited by his wife's cruelty. Mabel seemed to be getting worse as she got older. She was getting to be a real witch, and he loved it. He loved watching her in action. Mabel was now steadily slapping Ellen's tits back and forth. Ellen trembled out of fear of the woman. Mabel seemed fascinated by the way Ellen's tits swung from side to side, like a pair of hanging balloons.
Then Mabel turned to the judge and said, "This will be a heavy one, Henry. I'm going to get my clothes off."
The judge nodded and replied, "Me, too."
The two Vernons stripped their clothes off, piece by piece and folded everything neatly, setting them on one of the chairs. They were in no rush. These things were best done with patience.
Mabel had a good body for a woman her age. She had small tits, but with very long nipples and she didn't have a hint of flab anywhere, except on her hips. She also had a plump ass. She was obviously turned on from the anticipation, and rubbed her cunt with her fingers as she gazed at Ellen. She probed between her cunt lips and then raised her fingers, filled with her cunt juice up to Ellen's mouth. She rubbed her pussy-wettened fingers over Ellen's lips, and laughed as she made Ellen suck her fingers clean. She bunched up three fingers and pushed them in and out of Ellen's mouth as though her fingers were a cock.
The judge watched, slowly stroking his cock. He liked seeing Mabel naked. She still turned him on. He watched her now as she went to a drawer and brought out a set of clips. Ellen saw the clips, and was immediately afraid. Then Mabel went to another drawer and brought out a pair of pliers.
The judge chuckled and commented, "Don't go nuts again."
He continued stroking his cock as he watched Mabel move around the room. She noticed his eyes on her, and she teased him about it. She found her shoes and put them on, knowing what her husband liked. The judge was obviously turned on even more, seeing her wearing nothing but her high heels. Mabel smiled at him and deliberately stroked her ass.
"You'll get some of this later, darling."
Ellen's nipples were swollen from all the abuse she'd received from Mabel. Mabel came over to her with the pliers first. Mabel's face was expressionless as she took one of Ellen's nipples between the jaws of the pliers and squeezed. Ellen screamed. Mabel released the nipple and looked at it. Then she moved the pliers to the other nipple and did the same thing. Ellen screamed again, begging her to stop this time. The pain was unbearable, but Mabel liked the screaming and she tortured both nipples again, with the pliers.
The pliers were a marvelous tool. She always was able to turn her slaves inside out with the pliers. She finally put the pliers down, before Ellen passed out. She then picked up the clips. Their springs were quite strong. She put a clip on each of Ellen's nipples, and tested them to make sure that they were grabbing her nipples firmly. Ellen was in constant agony and sobbed incoherently.
Mabel picked up the pliers again, this time using them down below. She grabbed one of Ellen's cunt lips with the pliers and pinched it brutally. The judge continued frigging his cock and mow Mabel was frigging herself as well. Ellen's pain was turning her on. When she pinched the lower parts of Ellen's tits with the pliers, Ellen started pissing on herself. Her warm piss ran down the insides of her legs, making both of the Vernons laugh at her. Mabel taunted Ellen about pissing all over herself.
Finally Ellen was unchained and bent over a chair. Mabel went to the drawers again, and brought out a ten-inch dildo with straps attached to it. She strapped the dildo on and moved behind Ellen's ass. She patted Ellen's raised butt and teased her about the marks on her ass. She played with Ellen's ass hole, stretching it with her fingers and churning her fingers around inside.
Mabel then pushed the dildo inside of Ellen's gaping ass hole, watching it carefully as it slid into the bound woman. She enjoyed herself as she fucked the dildo up Ellen's ass. She showed Ellen no mercy, shoving the dildo all of the way in, fucking all ten inches of the hard rubber up Ellen's shitter. The judge was extremely excited as he watched the scene going on in front of him. He got up and moved behind his wife to fondle her ass. He pushed two fingers inside her ass hole and fucked the fingers in and out of her, frigging his cock with his free hand as he did so.
Before long, he made a croaking sound, and came all over Mabel's white ass. Mabel continued fucking Ellen, until she too had an orgasm. After that, Ellen was pushed off the chair. She then had to get between their legs, one after the other, and drink their piss. She did the judge first. He took a long piss in her mouth. She was good at it by now and not a drop escaped her mouth. When it was finished, and she moved to Mabel.
Ellen told herself she'd rather drink their piss than be tortured by them. Mabel moved her legs apart and Ellen maneuvered her mouth under Mabel's cunt. Mabel mewled and started pissing while Ellen swallowed it all. She missed nothing this time either, gulping the woman's hot piss down her throat.
Just as Mabel finished, the phone rang. Mabel went to answer it. The judge, in the meantime, made Ellen get her mouth around his cock again. Mabel told the judge that there was trouble. The judge looked down at Ellen's mouth as she sucked on his cock.
"What trouble?"
Mabel explained that the call was from one of Vic Benson's people. Ellen's daughter had escaped, and gone to the police. The police were evidently on their way to the Vernon home. Then suddenly there was shouting and banging on the front door, and both Mabel and the judge groaned in dismay.
The police had arrived! Ellen sobbed as she realized Cindy had saved her!