As soon as Mae and Karen were finished in the bathroom, Bart sent them off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself and his hungry tribe. The bacon was already frying, and the bread toasting, when Karen broke the silence that had been between the two women since Mae ate Karen's cunt.
"Well, honey what about it? Did I taste good?
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Mae answered, "it was even kinda sexy in a perverted sort of way." Mae would not look up, however, as she continued to scramble a big skillet full of eggs."
"Come on hon," Karen argued. "It was better than that, but of course I was on the receiving end. A woman knows where to lick better than any man ever can, and when you have it done to you, you'll learn to love it, maybe better even than taking cock."
"Please Karen," Mae begged changing the subject, "have you heard anything. What is Bart going to do with us when he leaves? Will he kill us?"
"I don't know a thing hon." was the answer. "Bart never tells anybody what he is will do about anything until the last minute. Still, anybody can see he has enjoyed training you as his slut, and he likes that sexy daughter of yours too. Matter of fact you two have been the high point of this whole caper for him, even more than the money we stole. I doubt very much that he would dispose of a couple of women who have entertained his dick so well, and might do so again in the future, but who can say what Bart will do, ever."
"...and might do so again in the future..." That phrase had an ominous sound to Mae. She had assumed all along that whether they lived or died, when it was over, it would be all over. The thought that might not be true frightened her. Did Karen mean that Bart might take her with him when he left?
The possibility of being forced to become the mistress of a gangster on the run was terrifying. How could anyone live every minute of every day with the threat of discovery and a gunfight with the police hanging over them? Moreover, aside from constant fear and uncertainty of evading arrest, Mae knew only to well how she was likely to be treated as Bart's slut. He had already proved himself to be a cruel master. This very morning she had been forced to give his whole gang a blow job while she sat on a stool with her pussy impaled on a dildo. As if that wasn't shame enough, afterwards Bart had insisted she eat Karen's pussy, and even dog fucked her while her head was buried in that female crotch. If Bart took her with him as a part of his gang, what dirty and perverted things would he be adding to the list of humiliations she had already suffered? There was, however, the other side of the same coin.
Even raped and shamed, in all her life Mae had never experienced the depth of sexual desire and completion as she had since Bart took charge of her body. No denying it. Even as he humiliated and abused her, Mae had gone into in heat like an animal bitch. She had to face the fact she had never admitted before, even to herself. She was by nature a submissive female who needed a dominant lover who would force her to worship his cock. All her life she had wanted to be TAKEN. TAKEN and FUCKED like the born tramp that she was.
Bart would satisfy her desire to be owned by a man. It was also true that he would give her orgasms she so desperately wanted, but what would she be? A slave to his cock, only one more of several pussies he owned and used, that was all she could ever be. That had been her role for the last two days, and what had she earned? She was butt ass naked with a rope around her neck, scrambling eggs for her tormentors along with another of Bart's concubines whose pussy she had just eaten. All too clearly Mae could see what a future with Bart might be like.
If she didn't leave with Bart though, would she be satisfied to return to her previous humdrum sex life? No she wouldn't. That sterile possibility was as unsettling as being carried away as a gangster's permanent whore. Could she actually live with a husband who by now probably thinks his wife is the whore of Babylon? Obviously their relationship, their very life together, would be forever altered by this experience. What would that change be, and would she fare any better with her husband than on the run with Bart?
That answer lay with Jack, and certainly he had a great deal to consider. He had been made to watch as a cruel and demanding gangster stripped his wife and ordered her suck his dick. He heard her tell Bart that she was his slut. He was there when she begged Bart to fuck her, and then passionately submitted herself willingly, even eagerly, to her new owner and master.
This morning he was again present to watch his wife abused as she sat pegged on a plastic cock sucking off one gangster after another. He watched as she either swallowed their cum, or had it splattered across her face and tits. Mae knew her husband could only have wondered what kind of tramp he had married when, at the very height of her humiliation, she orgasmed..., twice..., with two different men.
All the dirt was not under the same rug, however. Jack himself had agreed that she was to be this gangster's woman to do with as he chose. Could she forgive him for that betrayal? She should she knew. After all hadn't she pleaded with him to give her up and let Bart fuck her? Anyway a man might say a lot things he didn't really mean with his penis buried inside Karen's warm and delicious cunt.
Yet there was more. Jack had been more than an onlooker to the Bart's campaign of humiliation and rape. Willing or not, he had become a participant. That was his tongue and his cock that his daughter's pussy rode to orgasm after orgasm. That was his cock that had raped Mae's ass as she lay helpless over the padded arm of the living room couch with her hands tied behind her back. Still, did the rape of her ass, and the fucking of Cindy, really require forgiveness, or did the orgasms he gave her and her daughter make those superfluous issues?
Mae wondered, after all her husband had seen and heard and done, should he..., could he..., continue his marriage, and if he chose to do so, how? On that score, it occurred top Mae that even some good might come out of all this, at least to the extent that both she and Jack would now be forced to come to grips with her need to be sexually dominated. At last he must recognize that it was not sufficient to 'make love' to his wife. Now he knew! He must brutally strip her naked, force her to her knees, and make her suck him off, not as his lover but as his slave slut.
Mae knew, however, that this new found understanding would be a plus only if Jack was actually able to be her master, and had the will and desire to treat her as he would a harem concubine, at least within their bedroom. Could the even tempered and loving Jack become the dominant male of her kinky desires, and satisfy them when necessary with a rope and whip? Mae knew her husband pretty well and she was uncertain.
And besides herself, what of their daughter Cindy? Apparently she was a chip off her mother's old block, eager to be some man's slut and toy. Now that he has fucked her once, will her father become Cindy's master as well as Mae's? Mae was uncomfortable with the idea of incest. Was Jack also? Cindy seemed the least apprehensive of all about enjoying her father's dick, but how would she react without Bart on hand to threaten her?
