"Very well, but don't use too much lube. Let's not waste it making her THAT comfortable!" he agreed.
"Certainly, Master," the she-male replied, with a LOT of mischief on her face.
Ned now decided that it was time to go ahead and fuck her. He simply climbed on top of the bitch and entered her cunt in the missionary position. He was horny and hard from even the THOUGHT of his tranny love slave fucking this stuck-up cunt from the "better" side of the tracks. He showed absolutely no compassion for Helen, preferring to ramrod her hole with every thrust that he gave her. As she hadn't been fucked in an EXTREMELY long time, this experience was both painful and overdue.
Roxanne, meanwhile, found that the chair had positioned the new slave EXACTLY where she needed to be for a DP of that sort. She slightly lubed up Helen's pucker, and then shoved her cock inside it. The chance to sodomize someone was infrequent, since she was the submissive partner and tended to RECEIVE cocks up the ass, rather than give them. She preferred it that way in most cases, but THIS was a clear exception. The lady obviously needed a good buggering.
She couldn't resist the chance to play with her Master's ass, either. It was available to her fingers, and she moved them between his cheeks to pleasure him in that manner. She still had some lube on her index finger, so she pushed it inside his sphincter to help stimulate him. His reaction to that was to thrust deeper inside Helen's twat, getting her more excited as well, in spite of her efforts at pretending continued reluctance.
"Well, I believe that our new slut is LOVING her first DP! I am assuming that such an 'upper-class' cunt has never taken two cocks inside her at once, of course. I doubt that she has even taken it in the ass at all! She was probably told not to do that by her mother, the silly bitch! Ah, shit, Roxanne, that finger is going to make me cum at any moment! Thanks, baby!" Ned reacted with pleasure to his first time with Helen.
Oh, fuck, they are TEARING my holes open, thought Helen. The constant pounding and insults prove that they despise me, but that hardly shocks me now. At least I'm not in trouble with the authorities anymore. This couple must think of me as a snob. I guess that makes sense, as I wouldn't do it with Larry once he abandoned the career that I had planned for him. I would have slept with him again, once he came back to his senses. Now he never will do so. I guess that's a moot point, however. Larry is dead and I am a sex toy for a redneck and his she-male lover.
The sick thing is that part of me craves the taste of Roxanne's breasts, even though they MUST be fake! I also want to devour her mouth and her ass. Then again, I suspect that I will get my chance, albeit at a higher price than I would prefer at the moment. I never thought that I would be turned on by a tranny, but I guess that I AM aroused. Why do I have to desire someone who is less than a man? Am I a lesbian? That would explain why I could take or leave sex with every man that I have ever fucked, but maybe they were just beta males. Her dick doesn't excite me, but her more feminine areas DO stimulate me!
Then, there is the issue of Chelsea Worthington. Why the hell didn't I own up to my lust for her? The sexy British accent and smug attitude, not to mention her gorgeous ass and legs, were SO tempting, but I held back from telling anyone the truth. It would only have been wrong if I had slept with her behind Larry's back. If I had reveal my desires after Larry's death, or simply left him altogether, Chelsea and I could have been happy together. I also could have simply offered Larry and Chelsea a menage a trois, but they hated each other and I didn't want anything sexual to do with him lately.
I suppose that I could be bisexual, although the possibility that I am just gay is a distinct one as well. Whatever I am, my sexual preferences aren't likely to make much difference. I am a sex slave now, by my own agreement, and I dare not renege on the deal. Damn, their cocks are splitting me! Why such a gentle she-male as Roxanne would pound my ass that way is a mystery, but it sounds like a little rage.
"Please, stop!" Helen shouted weakly but desperately.
"NO! Slave, you need to learn that your role is to serve us and submit to WHATEVER we command you! We're going to fuck you until WE cum, and then we will have you clean us up. Once that is over, it is bedtime for you. You'll need your rest for the next time. And YOUR orgasms will have to be earned, cunt, in case you're wondering about that!" Ned scolded her.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" Roxanne announced, as her cock shot off in Helen's butt. She then pulled out of the woman's previously virgin sphincter.
The sight of his girlfriend's cum leaking out of the bitch's asshole was enough to make Ned cum in her pussy. He laughed as he saw how sore the silly girl's holes were now. She had damaged something of HIS, and now they had inflicted some pain on her.
"Lick my cock first, and then Roxanne's. After that, you can rim our asses and head to bed," Ned instructed her.
Tasting her juices on the man's cock was not too bad, but when she got to licking Roxanne's dick clean of anal sweat, she felt a little queasy, since she was afraid that some germs might be there. However, she did as he ordered her, managing not to spew out her dinner.
Helen then felt nauseated a 2nd time, when she was made to rim the couple's butts. She took some pleasure in doing it to Roxanne, however, in that she seized the chance to lick the tranny's lovely cheeks too. The lady of the house got excited again, so Ned winked at her, to assure her that she would get some of his cock too. THAT really delighted his girlfriend, who pulled her ass away from Helen's face as soon as she could (leaving Helen a bit frustrated now).
"Follow us to your bedroom. We have a nice cot for such occasions. There is no TV, since we don't want you staying up too late. If you hear grunting, ignore it. That will just be me making love to my woman here. It's HER turn to get fucked," the man of the house stated, as he and his lover led her out of the "black room".
Helen found, to her dismay, that her new room was bare of furniture, aside from the cot, and that the door locked from the OUTSIDE, not the inside. This enabled Ned and Roxanne to keep her there as long as they wished it. She had avoided prison, but had become a prisoner anyway. She still told herself that it was worth it. At least this way, she would get plenty of sex. Even if she stayed out of jail, the other option would have been rough on her sex life. She had made the best decision possible, she continued to believe, so she could TRY to sleep that night.
Of course, the noises of Ned and Roxanne kissing passionately and having wild sex didn't improve her chances of actual rest......
To be continued...
