"Turn it up louder," George instructed his wife, a stern look of disapproval tensing his face as he glared without pity at the shocked, wide-eyed girl seated before him.
"OOOH GOD, DON'T EVER STOP – PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP…! FUCK IT, DARLING, FUCK IT HARDER AND FASTER!"
Nadalee stared in disbelief at the tiny machine cradled in the blonde's band, her huge green eyes rolling and gaping open as her pretty face paled again.
George Blackwell maintained his outward appearance of indignity as other obscene words blared from the recorder, waiting patiently until he thought that his young victim had heard enough to shock her beyond any thought of future resistance on her part. He reached over then and flipped off the battery-operated recorder and saw Nadalee drop her sweet face in her hands, her copper-colored hair flowing down around her naked shoulders as she began to sob fitfully in uncontrollable humiliation and shame. The job was done, George thought with satisfaction, the young wife was tamed and her lily-white purity had been stained beyond recognition.
"Since there's nothing else to say, my dear, why don't you take off the rest of the day? As a matter of fact, I insist," he said without waiting for a reply.
"Well, I don't know if…" Nadalee began weakly.
"And by the way, I think you should wear those frilly white underthings… the ones my wife bought for you in San Francisco… under your uniform tomorrow," George went on confidently, showing his teeth in a broad, smug smile.
"I'm sure she knows what you're talking about, darling," the blonde assured coolly. "Come on, Nadalee, you want to get dressed now, don't you?"
The bewildered girl nodded a faint "yes" and moved slightly, pulling together her battered limbs experimentally to see if everything worked. She gasped with pain as she swung her firm long legs over the edge of the bed, pausing there a moment to allow her aching muscles a chance to adjust to the surprise of movement. Then, taking a deep breath, she rose waveringly to a standing position beside the towering bulk of her stern-faced employer. The ravaged girl stood there a moment longer, threatening to topple over in a heap on the floor, until she extended both hands with a wince of misery to accept the wad of underwear that Dolores had retrieved from the floor next to the bed.
Nadalee struggled slowly into her mutilated nylon panties as she cast a last look around the bedroom, a scene that she was certain was burned indelibly on her memory forever as a symbol of the debasing pain and humiliation she had undergone there this afternoon. The haunting beauty of her young face blanched to a pale waxen color as she ran her eyes quickly over the bald servant's obscene nakedness where he lay still sprawled on the bed, his huge penis slouched limply between his hairy legs like a long fleshy length of thick hose.
God, it was impossible, she shook her head in wordless disbelief, her mind struggling vainly to erase the truth. She was still only eighteen and yet she was already a cheating wife as well as a common little whore… a whore who had actually been excited while her smooth young body was being used! She had actually exploded in wild orgasm – twice! – and been flooded with warm waves of lewd animal pleasure! There was no possible way she could ever live down her horrible wickedness and betrayal of Newton's trust in her as his wife.
Finally, she returned her gaze to the torn white brassiere that dangled from her fingertips, her eyes locking on the now useless piece of underclothing as though it held some kind of strange attraction.
"Don't worry about that silly thing, dear, because from now on you'll be wearing underwear that's more becoming to you and not trash like that," Dolores said in a husky voice ripe with suggestion as she took the ripped bra from the girl's hand. "All right, dammit, let's go find that extra uniform before it gets any later."
Nadalee padded obediently across the carpet behind the voluptuous blonde as they went off in search of the reserve outfit. The beautiful young redhead suddenly froze dead in her tracks as they approached the doorway, uttering a little cry of panic as out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed a slight movement a few feet away on the floor. Pivoting her head, she saw with alarm that it was Buck, the enormous German Shepherd she had seen earlier. The ferocious-looking dog gave a deep-throated growl and rose threateningly to his feet as though he were about to leap on her.
"Great, he likes you!" George said in loud approval. "We'd planned to introduce you two anyway. It'll make everything easier if he likes you…"
A thin secret smile of sadistic triumph played across the diabolical millionaire's lips as he watched Nadalee's soft sensuous buttocks sway from side to side as she disappeared through the doorway after his wife. It amused him to think of the luscious girl trying to puzzle together the meaning of his remark as she walked back toward the cottage later, her sweet little cunt still dripping from the load of sticky cum Braun had shot up into the depths of her flat silky belly.
"We'll see you tomorrow, baby," George called out after the young wife, chuckling softly to himself as he turned then to search around the bedroom for his clothes.