A party was announced. Myrna heard the news from Kim first. The blonde said Myrna would be decked out for the guests. She said her mother always took special pains to make her parties a success.
"You'll be hit," Kim said to Myrna with a snicker. "You'll be trotted out for fun and games."
Myrna was fearful. She was a prisoner in the house, always watched, always locked in at night. She had a comfortable room and decent food, but she was a total captive. She wondered if Neal was back. Did he have the police looking for her? Her former life seemed so distant now. It was hard to imagine she'd ever been free.
In the afternoon Edith and Kim came to dress her. Myrna thought that at least she'd wear something decent to the party, but she soon discovered that wasn't what Edith had in mind.
Mrs. Albert smiled at Myrna as she brought out some sexy lingerie. "Get undressed, dear. I want to see what you look like in these."
What Edith had for Myrna was a black lace ensemble, a bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and shoes. Everything sheer black. When they had her in the lingerie and she looked in the mirror, Myrna saw that her nipples and cunt bush were clearly visible through the transparent lace.
Then Edith decided she didn't like the bra and it had to be replaced with another one. The new bra had holes in front to show her nipples. Edith chuckled and immediately brought out a pair of rhinestone nipple clamps. "These will be perfect."
Perfect and beastly. The clamps hurt Myrna's nipples, pinching her tender nipple flesh. But both Edith and Kim seemed pleased with the way Myrna looked.
"She's luscious," Kim said, giggling softly as she passed her hands over Myrna's lace covered ass.
Edith amused herself tightening Myrna's bra straps to raise her tits. She told her daughter to stop fondling Myrna. "You've been at her too much, darling. You know I don't like that."
"Oh, Mother."
"Well, it's true."
"I would like to see her do you."
Edith chuckled. "You would, would you? Well, all right, but I don't want you mixing in, darling. We don't have time now for anything complicated."
And then the older woman stepped back and raised her dress to her waist to expose her belly and cuntbush, her crotch bare of panties, naked between the tops of her nylons and her garter belt. She ordered Myrna down on her knees and Myrna obediently dropped to the carpet. In a moment Edith had her hairy cunt pressed against Myrna's mouth, her ass rocking as she humped her pussy at Myrna's face.
Kim sat on the bed and watched it. Myrna could taste the woman's hot cuntjuice flowing over her tongue. She could tell that Edith was turned on. Was it Kim watching that excited her? Before long Edith quivered in that way she had when she came. A moment later she hissed at Myrna to say put and she started pissing in Myrna's mouth. She always did it. She always used Myrna's mouth as a toilet after she came. Myrna swallowed the woman's piss, thankful there wasn't that much, hoping that now they'd leave her alone awhile.
They did leave her alone, but only until the party started. Then Kim came for Myrna and led her downstairs with a dog's leash attached to a leather collar around Myrna's neck. Myrna wore nothing but the black lace undies, the black nylons and five-inch heels, and the two rhinestone nipple clamps. Her face was freshly made up and she wore the bright orange lipstick Edith had chosen for her. She felt totally helpless as she was led into the Albert living room, a helpless almost naked slave in the midst of a crowd of well-dressed people.
There were snickers all around as Kim led Myrna across the center of the room to where Edith was standing with a small group. Myrna heard some of the comments about the way she looked. They talked about her body.
Edith smiled and slipped her arm around Myrna's waist. "And this is my new little dove. Her name is Myrna and she's promised to be a good little girl tonight. Haven't you promised me that, darling?"
She patted Myrna's ass and Myrna nodded. Yes, she had promised. Edith had warned her she'd be whipped if she didn't behave.
When Edith told Myrna now to get her panties off so the guests could have a bettor look at her, Myrna obediently did what Edith wanted.
She slipped the panties off and exposed herself. She did a slow turn, then she bent forward to emphasize her ass. They chuckled with approval as she pulled her asscheeks apart to show her asshole and cunt from the rear.
Edith was pleased. She patted Myrna's ass, said something to the crowd and raked her fingers inside Myrna's cunt. Myrna groaned as Edith's fingers tore at her cuntflesh.
"She likes a little pain," Edith said.
It wasn't true. Myrna hated it. But she was used to the way Edith treated her and Edith had told her to pretend she did like it.
Then Edith made Myrna stand straight. The older woman toyed with Myrna's nipple clamps, demonstrating to the crowd how firmly they bit into Myrna's tits. Myrna's nipples were swollen from the abuse they'd received.
"Kiss my feet, now," Edith whispered to Myrna, and Myrna quickly dropped down to kiss the woman's shoes and then her insteps.
Edith was satisfied. She made a few more remarks to the crowd about Myrna and then she said they could touch her if they wanted.
"No blood, please," Edith said with a giggle. "We don't want her bleeding on the rug, do we?"
Myrna was soon fondled by the crowd, pinched and stroked, her nipples twisted, her cunt and ass torn by probing fingers. They seemed determined to hurt her. It seemed that each one of them wanted a turn at her. They giggled with satisfaction each time she groaned. They said she wan beauty, a lovely slave, such nice tits and marvelous legs. They complimented Edith and questioned her about how long it would take to finish Myrna's training.
She tried not to cry. Edith had warned her that she wouldn't like it if Myrna cried during the party. She said Myrna had to learn to control her tears.
Then someone, came to Edith and whispered in her car. Edith turned to Myrna and smiled and said Brian wanted her. "He's in the dining room, darling. Why don't you go to him."
Myrna went to Brian. She found him with his cock out of his pants. Hr was with a group of people and they were smiling as they looked at him. He ordered Myrna to get on her knees in front of him.
Myrna went down. Brian stuck his cock in her mouth and started fucking her face. After a while he pulled his prick away and an older woman who had been standing beside him fondled his dick and complimented him. "Well, that's better, darling. She's good, isn't she?"
The woman turned and bent over the edge of the table. She raised her dress to her hips to bare her creamy white ass. She wore only gartered stockings under the dress, her ass and cunt exposed now that the dress was raised.
Brian fingered the woman's hairy gulch. Then he drove his prick inside her cunt from the rear. The woman groaned and wiggled her ass. Brian fucked her with an easy rhythm as the people around them watched him humping.
Then finally Brian made a sound in his throat as he went off. He shot his load in the woman's cunt. When he was finished, she turned around, dropped her dress and kissed his cheek. Then she smiled at Myrna and told Myrna to come with her.
"I've had my eye on you," the woman said with a soft laugh.
Myrna went along with the woman, walking carefully on the five-inch heels, afraid that at any moment she would stumble and make a fool of herself. The woman patted Myrna's ass as they left the crowded room. They walked down the hall to one of the bathrooms and the woman smiled and told Myrna to come inside with her.
She said her name was Pauline. She locked the bathroom door and then turned to smile at Myrna. She asked if Myrna liked living with the Alberts. "But I guess you must like it if you're here."
Myrna did not know what to say, and Pauline was amused when she saw how reticent Myrna was. She said maybe Myrna was right, maybe she oughtn't to talk about the Alberts. Then Pauline raised her dress to her hips to show Myrna her cuntbush. "Did you watch him fuck me?"
Myrna blushed. "Yes."
"You can lick it if you want. You'll get a taste of his spunk."
It was an order, of course. Myrna took it as an order and went down on her knees on the bathroom rug. Pauline giggled and moved her legs apart, and then Myrna moved in to run her tongue through the woman a gash.
Myrna caught some of Brian's jism as it leaked out of Pauline's cunthole. Pauline was excited by it. She opened her cunt with her fingers. She had thick cuntlips and a large pink clit. "Get whatever you can before I piss."
Myrna sucked Pauline's pussy to salvage as much of Brian's jism as she could get. Then Pauline pushed her away and she raised the lid of the toilet to sit down. Myrna remained on her knees on the small rug, her eyes on Pauline's crotch. The older woman smiled and opened her legs farther.
"Edith says you're almost finished training. She says you're almost a perfect little slave." Pauline started pissing. She kept her legs spread and rubbed her clit while she did it.
Myrna was disgusted. She thought it was awful for the woman to play with her clit while she pissed. Pauline had such a raunchy cunt.
Then Pauline wanted Myrna's face between her legs while she was still on the toilet. Myrna did what she wanted. She pushed her face into Pauline's crotch. She could smell the woman's pussy.
Pauline giggled and pushed her crotch forward. "Wipe me off, dear. Clean me with your tongue."
Myrna licked the remnants of Pauline's piss out of her trench. Then Pauline told Myrna to lick her clit. The older woman used her fingers to get the hood of her clit retracted. She exposed the pink little knob to Myrna's flapping tongue.
Myrna had to lick Pauline's clit until Pauline came. The older woman's pussy gushed heavily, and Myrna's face was wet when she finished. Pauline finally pushed Myrna away and told her to remain in the bathroom until she returned.
"Just a minute or two," Pauline said as she rose up and dropped her dress.
Myrna remained where she was. Pauline was back in much less than a minute and now she had a man with her.
"This is my husband Morton," Pauline said with a giggle.
Myrna was still sitting on the floor of the john, and Morton looked down at her with some interest in his glazed eyes. He was quite drunk. Pauline giggled again and whispered something in his ear. Morton grunted and said he wanted Myrna to stand up so he could see her ass.
Myrna rose up and turned to show her ass. She heard Morton mutter something to Pauline and then she heard him say Myrna had a fine ass.
"That's a prime butt," he said. "That's very prime, Pauline."
Pauline ordered Myrna to get naked. "We don't want to ruin those pretty things."
Myrna stripped off the undies and nylons. Then Pauline told her to get in the bathtub and lie down. "On your back, dear."
Myrna lay down on her back in the tub. She quivered as her skin touched the cold porcelain.
Morton started teasing his wife about her inclinations. "You're a pervert, Pauline. You were such a sweet girl when we got married. What the fuck happened to you?"
"You taught me everything, didn't you, dear?" Her dress raised at her hips, she climbed into the tub with Myrna. She straddled Myrna's body, facing Myrna's feet. Then the older woman squatted down a bit to show Myrna her asshole. "Can you see my shithole, darling?"
Myrna's voice caught in her throat. "Yes." Pauline asked Myrna what she did before she got involved with people like the Alberts. The older woman snickered with derision when Myrna said she'd been a secretary.
Myrna knew what was coming. She trembled as Pauline squatted down further with her hands on her knees. The older woman wiggled her ass a bit and grunted as she started shitting on Myrna.
Myrna was mesmerized as she watched the shit come out. Morton was sitting on the closed toilet now. He was smoking a cigar as he watched his wife in action. He started talking to Myrna, telling her about Pauline and what she'd been like years ago. He chuckled and made fun of Pauline. He said her asshole was now too big to be good for anything except a large English cucumber. Pauline became annoyed and told Morton he wasn't worth a decent fuck any more. She said all he knew how to do was drink and smoke his smelly cigars. They bickered with each other as Pauline continued shifting on Myrna. Every moment or so Pauline would grunt and another turd would come out.
Finally it as over. Pauline told Morton to give Myrna some toilet paper so Myrna could wipe Pauline's ass. Morton gave the paper to Myrna and Myrna did what Pauline wanted. Then Pauline climbed out of the tub. She held her dress at her waist and told Morton she was hot for a fuck now. She bent over the sink and told him to fuck her.
Morton swayed drunkenly behind her. He worked at his belt buckle, then dropped his pants and shorts. He fingered Pauline's cunt and managed to get his prick in her cunthole. Pauline giggled as she rolled her ass from side to side.
Myrna watched them. She could see Morton's heavy balls swinging against his wife's long clit. Morton grunted and started ramming Pauline's cunt. She called out to him to fuck her harder. He tickled her asshole with his thumb, then pushed his thumb inside and screwed it around. A moment later he pulled his cock out of her cunt and drove it up her ass.
Pauline went wild. She churned her ass around on his dick. Morton heaved and groaned and finally shot off. He dumped his load up his wife's ass and shook his hips at the end to get everything out of his balls.
Then Morton pulled his cock out of Pauline's ass and turned around to face Myrna. He told Myrna to sit up in the tub, and when she did it he went to her and said he wanted her to clean his dick.
Myrna took his shitty cock in her mouth and cleaned it. She still had Pauline's shit all over her tits. Pauline turned around to watch Myrna suck Morton's cock and Myrna shuddered as their eyes met.
When Morton's cock was clean, he took it between his fingers and started pissing on Myrna. He pissed all over her. He giggled as she was drenched by his piss. Pauline came behind him and fondled his ass as he continued pissing. Finally the piss was finished and Myrna lay in the tub covered with their filth. Once again Pauline asked Myrna what she did before she came to the Alberts. Once again Pauline laughed with derision when Myrna said she'd been a secretary.