When Ellen regained her senses, she was surrounded by the three men. Barth, Arthur and Martin were towering above her, grinning.
She started to get up, but then she found to her horror that she was trussed up like a pig. She started to struggle, but then realized that she was tied quite, effectively, and she had no way to escape.
She looked up at the three men. Her body was still glowing from the effects of her first fuck from Martin, and she really didn't want to struggle anyway. She was happy to stay the way she was. Besides, the thrill of being tied only added to her pleasure.
"Martin tells us that you fuck quite nicely," said Barth.
Arthur simply shook his head in approval.
"It was nice," said Ellen dreamily.
"I'm glad you pleased him, 'cause that will make it easier on you in the long run. We decided to let you stay, as our house maid. How do you like that idea?" Barth asked.
Ellen didn't even have to think twice. She loved the idea of being a sex slave. Her body shuddered at the thought of it. She shook her head vigorously in affirmation.
"Please, make me your slave. I've never been so excited in my whole life. I really love all the things you do to me," said Ellen.
The three men looked at each other in amusement. This little bitch exceeded all of their expectations. They decided to set the little slut to work cooking their dinner. While she was in the kitchen, the men discussed business.
Martin sat down in his large comfortable chair. He motioned for Barth and his cousin to sit down, and then he lit his pipe and smiled.
"Now, boys, suppose you tell me what this is all about. I sure do appreciate your bringing me this slut and all, but what's the story? Have you boys gotten yourselves in some kind of a jam?" he asked.
The two men looked at each other sheepishly, and Arthur scratched his head. He started to talk, but then he got a case of the stutters. Barth took up where he left off.
"Well, you see, Martin, Arthur and I have, caused a little trouble that we can't seem to get out of. I'll tell you the whole thing. We took these jobs as computer programmers, see, and it all worked out for a little while. We didn't tell them about our records or nothing, and they never asked. Well, it turned out that these computers we were working were handling large amounts of money and billing accounts. One of our jobs was to find out who owed what, and feed it into these computers."
Barth looked at Arthur and smiled.
"It didn't take us long to find out that some people who owed money disappeared, and some that the company owed money to died, or forgot about it. So we worked up a little scheme. We changed the account numbers in the computer, and had all the loose change sent to us. This worked for a long time, and pretty soon we were feeding imaginary bills into the works, all payable to our box number. We began to rake in millions of dollars. It worked like a charm, and nobody was the wiser for what we were doing."
Martin smiled. "That's very good, boys. But what's the hitch?"
"Well, you see, the company wanted to have an audit," continued Barth, "so they sent this jerk out to count everything up. He figured out what was going on, and then he wised up quick. He called us up to meet him, and he demanded half of the dough, in return for shutting up."
"That's very interesting," said Martin.
"You bet it is. And we would have given it to him, except for one problem. We had already spent the money, as fast as we made it. We just gambled it away, and generally wasted it. We had nothing to pay him with."
"The son of a bitch," added Arthur.
"So we decided to teach him a lesson about butting in on somebody else's scam. We told him to meet us by the docks. When he got there, we grabbed him and beat the daylights out of him. I think we almost killed him. We figured that would shut him up."
"That's all very well and fine," said Martin. "You boys are certainly a fine pair of idiots."
"You bet we were. It turned out that this guy we beat up was well connected with certain figures in the underworld. These shady characters started to follow us around, and pretty soon we got nervous, so we split for the country awhile. Not only that, but the company called the cops on us."
"That's terrible," said Martin. He motioned toward the kitchen.
"So how does this little slut fit into the picture? I don't see where you got her," be said.
"That's simple enough. We were driving around, looking for a place to hole up, when we saw this little bitch and some little boyfriend jerk up the side of the road. They were hitchhiking. We beat the hell out of the bimbo, and threw him on the side of the road. Then this little bitch began to suck us off like there was no tomorrow. She really likes to eat cock, I guess. Then we went up to the cabin. The more we treated her like shit, the better she seemed to like it. That's about the whole story. I don't see how it matters, but here we are. We decided to bring her to you, and stay here for a little while. We know how much you like the young girls," he concluded.
Martin sat back in his chair, seemingly immersed in thought. He was trying to figure out what to do.
Finally, he spoke.
"You are certainly a prize pair of idiots. Not only are you guilty of embezzling and assault, but of bribery, kidnapping, rape, possibly murder and probably a whole lot more. Why don't you think before you do rash things like this?" he asked.
The two men looked at one another dazedly.
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess we really are in a pickle," said Barth.
"Okay, I'm going to get you out of this, but this is the last time," said Martin.
"Gee, thanks, Martin old pal," said Barth.
"But let me warn you, this is the last time. I don't want either of you to get involved in any more shenanigans – or else," he said.
Barth looked at Arthur. Both of them were grinning foolishly. Martin took a pad out of his pocket and wrote down an address. He handed it to Barth.
"You go to my friend at this address. He'll tell you what to do. If you get in any more trouble at all, I'm going to see to it that you're locked up again. Now get out of here and I never want to see you again, at least not when you're in trouble," he said.
"Gee, thanks, Martin old pal. I really appreciate this," Barth said.
Arthur and Barth scrambled to their feet, and began to leave the room. Suddenly, Barth turned around and looked at Martin.
"What about that little slut? What are we going to do with her?" he asked.
Martin looked at him with a lewd grin. "Let's just say that she's a little consolation prize for me. I'll keep her here, and see that she stays out of trouble," said Martin.
"But we found her…" began Arthur.
"Out! And don't come back!" said Martin.
The two scrambled out of the room. They were sorry they had to leave Ellen to that slob, but there was nothing they could do about it. It would be nice to have a little cocksucker in tow, but Martin the chicken-hawk wanted her, and they couldn't stop him from taking what he wanted.
Although not really liking the set up, Barth and Arthur were happy to get out of trouble. They took the address from Martin, and got the hell out of the house.
Martin sat his fat body on the chair, and thought about what he was going to do next. This was a dream come true for him. He had a hot little bitch to fuck and suck him all he wanted.
He waited until he was sure the two men had left the house, then he called Ellen into the room. The girl appeared a moment later, naked, and with the dog collar around her neck. She was wide-eyed, and she wondered what was about to happen. She saw Martin sitting in the chair, his cock standing up a foot high.
Martin pointed to his cock, and the girl got to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, and patiently awaited her next orders.
"Why do you like this treatment?" he asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"You know whit I mean. Why do you thrive on this abuse?" he said.
Ellen was more confused than anything else. She didn't know what, he was talking about. As far as she was concerned, she loved what was happening to her. She didn't even want to think about it. Martin perceived that she was not too bright, and he smiled. He patted her on her smooth, white ass.
"Well, then, if you behave yourself, and do everything I say, and never try to get away, you might just find out that things won't be too bad," he said.
Ellen nodded.
"I was thinking about putting you to work in a massage parlor for a while, but I decided to keep you here instead, at least for now. Do you have any objections?" he asked.
"No, sir. I love it here. I don't think I want to leave ever," she told him.
Just hearing those words made his cock get as hard as a rock. She wiggled in approval, and Martin patted her ass again. He had a few things in mind for the little tramp. First, he was going to dress her the way he liked to see his little whores. He intended to get her some nylon stockings, and see-through blouses. He was going to train her as his new little house maid. He grunted in satisfaction.
Martin was a wealthy man. He had come into his wealth during the war, due to some advantageous business deals in rare goods. Now he simply lived off his wealth, and saw to it that he enjoyed the pleasures of the world. Ellen would fit well into his lustful plans.
Martin grasped the collar around her neck, and led her on a tour of his house, room by room. He led her into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. Inside was a six-pack of beer. He opened the first can and guzzled it down right away, then he popped open a second. He took his time about drinking the second can, all the while staring at the tempting little teenager.
The lecherous man had another hard-on. The very fact that he was holding a tasty young bitch by a leash around the neck made him hot and horny. He guzzled down the rest of the beer, then smiled at Ellen.
"Stand up in front of me honey," he ordered.
Ellen could tell that he meant business. She quickly stood up and waited, her limbs quivering. She leaned back slightly in order to let her master have a good look at her.
"Not bad at all," he said. He stared at her in a way that really made her feel naked. She started to blush a deep red.
Martin walked around her, staring, while working on his third can of beer. He poked his finger into all of her teenage crevices.
"Get on your knees," be told her.
Ellen slowly fell to her knees, all time keeping eye contact with her master.
"Nice. Now get on all fours," he ordered.
She did as she was told. Her ass was raised invitingly in the air.
"Keep that ass up higher," he told her.
Ellen raised her plump ass high, and she trembled with anticipation. Martin walked up to her and slowly examined the cheeks of her warm little ass. He spread the buns with his fingers, and ran his thumb down the slit, all the way to her wet cunt. Ellen moaned in pleasure. Her backbone felt like it was turning to jelly.
"A nice ass. Raise it higher. I want that ass high in the air," he said to Ellen.
Ellen raised her ass up as far as she could. It was a little hard to keep her balance, and the higher she got, the more the cheeks of her ass spread. She kept her mouth open, and kept licking her lips while she tried to keep her balance.
She looked completely helpless. Marlin stared at her, his cock getting higher and higher along with her ass.
Her huge breasts hung down, and she shook them in a teasing fashion. Martin got behind her and cupped her tits in his hands, and chuckled.
Suddenly, he gave them a hard squeeze.
"Eeeee!" yelped Ellen.
"Quiet. I'll do what I want with you," he said.
He continued to harshly fondle her tits.
"Very nice tits, too," he observed, finishing his can of beer.
Martin took another can of beer, and popped open the top. Then he took the full can and balanced it right on Ellen's upraised ass! He smiled to himself as he watched the helpless girl try to balance the can on her rump.
In a little while, he left the room, and stayed away for almost fifteen minutes. When he returned, Ellen was still in the same position, with the full can of beer balanced on her upraised ass.
"It's a good thing you didn't spill that, I'd have had to give you a spanking," he said. He removed the can of beer from her ass and drained it. "You aren't a bad little bitch," he said.
He began to fondle her ass again. She squirmed in pleasure, since it felt so nice, but then she realized that he was getting rough. He had a stick of butter in his hand, and he was rubbing it all over the opening of her asshole. When he had her well buttered, he winked at her. Then he stood back, and shoved his finger all the way up her ass!
"Owwwww!" screamed Ellen.
"Shut up," said Martin. He was fondling her roughly and grinning like a slob.
He pushed his finger into her ass as far as it would go. All the while the helpless Ellen squirmed and writhed in pain. She didn't like the sensation at all. Martin rubbed more butter into her ass, until she was wet and slippery.
"What are you doing?" asked Ellen.
"Can't you guess, whore?"
"Owww!"
"I'm buttering your buns, and you're going to like it. Haven't you ever been buggered before?" he laughed.
"What's that?"
"Fucked up the ass, you little idiot," he said to her.
Ellen began to squirm in panic. She had never been fucked up the ass, and she was sure it was going to hurt like hell!