"Olive. Olive dear. "



Startled O looked up but the black paw in the back of her head

caused her to continue with the servicing.



Violet went to the door and smiling thought,
real barn burner.> as her eyes beheld an older woman.



"She is busy right now Mrs. Williams. But you come on in. I'm

sure she would love to see you . when she's done."



Martha Williams was old. She had the thick waist and wore those

hangey down shapeless dresses. so you couldn't tell what else

was there underneath.



She stepped into the kitchen smiling at the young woman and

looked around. Her smile turned to a frown and then a look of

absolute horror.




a naked woman bent over his crotch.> Martha's brain began to

register. She was flabbergasted. Right in her neighbors

kitchen? Before little Violet's eyes?



Slam. The door closed behind her and Vi informed her.



"I'm sure that mother will be done with the fucker in a couple

of minutes. Would you like coffee or he could do you. That

is what you came for.isn't it. You want a turn. Wouldn't

you? Greg here seems to be able to get it up in no time. Or

could you want a turn with MUMSEY. I really don't know which

way you swing. Which way is it. you old bitch."



Martha sought to slink away from the sight she had only recently

comprehended. Sliding along the wall she was almost to the door

when the black man looked up and smiled at her. He said,



"Sure nuff. I gots lots more in my nuts for you. Just get your

dress off and I be with you in no time at'l. Her mouth be

getting real educated.now."



Martha whirled around but saw the kitchen door blocked by the

smiling Vi. She turned again and sought to exit out to the

living room. Another girl, Lonia was there, blocking that exit.



"Oh we have a guest." Lonia said. "Did you come to suck the

black wennie.or are you a lezzie come for her services?"



Martha horrified and distort froze. She let herself be sat down

in a kitchen chair by the two girls. She strove to be as far away

from the nude coupling couple as she could, but she needed the

support of the chair. Her legs would not hold her up. Vi pulled

up her hair reaching behind her as Lonia held her two arms rigid

at her sides.



She felt her dress loosen and she tried to turn around but

Lonia would not let her.



"Just relax bitch. Or I'll have Greg here plow you a whole new

ass hole. When he is done with her." Lonia said stairing in

her eyes.



Horrified Martha slunk down into the chair, and tried to oppose

the lowering of her dress and bra by turning and wiggling. She

looked down and saw her mammarys were out already. Lonia shifted

her hold and then the tugging down of her garments went quickly.

She found all her precious covering cloth, was now below her

thick waist and going down further. She tried to keep her ass down

hard on the chair, and thus retain some of her covering cloth.



She felt a pressure on her breast. Looked down she saw a black

hand manipulating her right mammary. She turned away and tried to

get up and away. Then she felt the cloth coverings, she had so

sought to keep, slip down past her hips to her crotch and legs

all this at the hands of little Violet and the other girl. Then

while her panties disappeared down her legs she heard.



"Would you look at this old tit? I bet it was something bout 20

years before." Greg observed with his examination of the shriveled

old mammary. He was rolling it around the wrinkled old chest, like

a prospective buyer. with a cantaloupe.



Martha horrified, tried to twist her breast from the black hand.

Greg squeezed and did some twisting of his own. She stopped

immediately with a little cry of pain.



"OOOO Ple.I nee. Pleas. I ha." Martha finally found her

tongue and sought to make her will to leave known.



"AW now don't go getting uppity. Mrsses. I'se just trying to

be friendly." another half twist and the old woman sat down

hard and started to cry." Now don't be soo touchy. Lookie here.

This bitch love to have me play with her tits don't ya bitch?"

Greg asked as he diddled O's left ringed tit.



Olive, who had up till then sought to keep her face down in the

black crotch, was forced, by a hand in her hair, to lift up and see

the now naked Martha.



Horrified O kept her eyes down after the initial vision of the

now naked old bag. She reluctantly offered,



"Yes sir I like you to play with my. tits." O finally spit

out.



Martha looked down at the naked woman who had till then appeared

like a normal neighbor. Something sparkling and green caught her

eye. She starred and her mouth flew open.




She.> Martha thought,
wonder he. That Bastard. I'll. >



Martha tried to rise up again, but well, Greg's hold on her tit

did not allow her to. She sought to reach her hands to the now

aching mammary, but Lonia's hold on her arms did not allow this

either.



She was the prisoner of these people. She had come over looking

for that Bastard Angelo and. she thought
hand hurts. Doesn't he know a womans breast. OWWOWWW.>



"Now take O to her place, Vi. While Greg and I get this old bitch

all fitted out for her first black dick." Lonia ordered. "Now

come along dearie and the nice boogie 'll do your pussy soo nice

you'll never want any white meat near it again. You did want

a straight fuck dear. Or should he do your ass hole?"



Vi's handful of O's hair caused her to crawl over to her corner.



Then she demanded,



"Position bitch."



O rose from her knees to a squat with her knees wide open and her

hands went behind her back. As if in a dream, she watched, the

black man, she had been sucking for the last hour, and Lonia lift

Martha to her feet.



A little scuffling insued but finally Martha was positioned belly

down, over the hassock, where she herself had been a short while

ago. The strap around it and her waist held her trapped there.



Violet grabbed the gray hair and held it up.



"See the bitch there. Well You are going to be just like that

soon. Now pay attention to the posture." Vi said as she

reached out to the nipple rings on her mothers breast. "Why I bet

your tired old tits will look soo much better when I ring you."



Martha struggled to no avail. Her eyes perceived her neighbor

quietly squatting there nude with her. nipple. things.



She tried to lower her head and then she felt hands spreading her

knees.



"NO NO I"LL give you money I'lll Do anything I'll" she started to

plead.



Vi reached up to the sink and grabbed a dry sponge. She forced it

all into the Martha's pleading mouth, soap scum and all.



Martha felt knees between hers and then something metallic closed

over her trapped wrists. She tried to wiggle like a netted

flounder, off the hassock. Then she felt a hand spread her labia

and something warm and greasy rubbing her perineum.



"OAOAHFDHSOPDMDFHAU" Martha tried to object but stiffened when

she heard.



"Old bitch like this and she be wet like a mother. Be some hot

pussy here." Greg informed all the women present. A tittering

of the females informed her that her secrete was out before the

whole world. "Yea a old Peter can always tell. Hot bitch like

this wants it straight down the hole first time. she see him.

Then we see how tight she be. You'll find any money in her

things. I don't want to waste my nuts on just any poor bitch

with a hot hole."



Martha went limp.
like. OH GOD not my ass. It will be horrible in my vagina

but I'd just die if he did it to my ass.>



She felt the black dick sliding through her labia to the mouth of

her vagina. There the size of the thing stopped it.



"Come on Mrsses. Open up for old Peter here. He be a knocking

and he going to come in. You just relax and he go easy on ya.

We all knows you want his old black hide in that nasty ass pussy

of your'n. You don't have to play, cold cunt, here no more. Just

relax and let me fly you'll to the moon."



Martha shuttered and tried again to lower her head. She twisted

and squirmed hoping to.



"That be good Mrsses. He like a fighter. Be soo much better

when you gives him a moving target." Greg taunted the trust up

the nude old woman.



She felt it gain purchase in her vagina. Her wiggling and his

skill caused the thing to snake its way deeper and deeper inside

her. She gave up the fight. He was in her. Their was nothing

further she could do. She went limp.



"Aw yea. ya be a good bitch and I gives you the sweet part

NOW!" Greg said as he piled on old big Peter, with his whole

massive upper body. Old Peter sunk balls deep in her pussy hole.



Martha tried to rise up to get away but then she felt two small

hands on her nipples. She commenced to violently wiggle again.



She opened her eyes and saw little Violet handling her mammarys.




That bastard. Angelo never got this deep. O OH GOD this

nigger is soo big.> Martha's mind started to overload. She

started to hump back to match Greg's every thrust.
but it hurt soo good.>



Then she felt those little hands pulling her nipples away from

her breasts. She looked down and saw the old skin stretching out

in Vi's hand. She closed her eyes again and concentrating on her

humping.



Vi stuck her sholder under Martha's heaving chest, holding her

up. Thus obscuring the proceedings from the woman's eyes. She

positioned her tool on the right nipple and squeezed. She all

ready had the large gold hoop rings to decorate these old tits.



SNAP. SNAP.



It took a second for the burning pain to register, but by then

she had a second wounded tit to contend with. Martha's nipples

were on fire.



Her attempts at vocal complaint went unheeded. Movement only

caused more pain.



Vi worked quickly and had both the newly opened holes stuffed

with large gold rings from her own costume jewelry collection in

no time. She backed away and held the rings stretched from the

winded nipples thus allowing Martha to observe her now ringed

tits.





Mothers Owner # 13

by Paladin



Martha was torn between the pleasure of the pounding in her cunt,

the burning pain of her pierced nipples, and the horror of being

naked before these strangers in her neighbors kitchen. She could

not think. She could not scream. Her tits cried out her

debauchery. She could not bear it. She did the only thing.

as she felt the hose spewing in her cunt . she passed out.



Vi was holding her head up by her gray hair. Greg was pumping out

the last of his juices into the bitches hole.



Lonia went over to the squatting slave, O. She stood before the

slave for a second before she slapped the slaves nipples.



This served to remind the slave of her response,



"How may I serve you, Mistress?" O inquired.



"Put your hands behind your head and stick out those tits. You

are one slow bitch and I'm going to fix that right now." Lonia

demanded.



Quaking with fear O assumed the required position. Her aching

exposed mammarys stood right out there and waited for the

inevitable stroke.



"Why are we going to tit whip these?" Lonia asked. pulling on

the nipple rings.



"I was slow to ask for your will." O answered hating every word

she pronounced.



"Good you are not totally stupid. You realize your error. Now beg

me to punish them. Or I'll do it when your sitting on a hot

sauce prepared dummy. We have lots of that sauce." Lonia reminded her.



Just the memory or the hot sauce inside her influenced her to beg.



"Please please Mistress Lonia. whip my tits. I deserve

it. I . Please whip my tits." O cried out.



SPLATT



"AAAAAAA"



"Now that one doesn't count. You must thank the one correcting

you. Now we'll try again. Don't worry.You'll get it right. We

have all day and then some people will come over and they will

help in your training." Lonia related to her trainee raising

the lone leash.



This tedious training went on and on.



Meanwhile Vi was happily toying with the now ringed tits of

poor Martha. True they were old and tired. Vi decided to make

them her project. She would enliven the almost useless organs.



"Greg did she give you a real good ride. and when I did

these." she asked holding up one of her hand worked tits.



"Liked to pinched off old Peter when you did her. Too bad we

can't do um more. Bitch be awful slow other wise." Greg

answered from his position with his head in the refrigerator.

"Any beer, or something to wet my throat?"



Lonia looked over at his big black ass sticking out of the

refrigerator and commented,



"Not really Greg. How about you go get some things for the

party. Chips etc. Here take O's whore money. I know she'll

donate it and herself for the party. Won't you bitch?"



From her position, nude, chained, totally exposed, she was

grateful for the respite from her tit whipping. She readily

agreed.



"Yes Mistress." she managed.



Greg took the money, put on his clothes and left to do the errand

that Lonia wanted.



"Hope he comes back." Lonia said to Vi.



"You mean he'd steal from us?" Vi demanded.



"NAA He wants to come back and dip his wick in the bitches. but

well the boy has a problem. He likes knocking over convenience

stores." Lonia answered.



"And you gave him our money?" Vi demanded.



"No body's perfect." Lonia commented, "Now lets get these bitches

to work cleaning up the place. Move all the furniture out of the

living room and here and your room. This group'll trash it all if

we have it out for um. Come on bitch!" Lonia commanded O by

tugging her now attached leash and started the slave on her task.



Vi tried to get Martha's help but she proved to be real balky.

Lonia had to take a hand, or rather a strap,then she worked well.

That strap on a woman's tits worked wonders.



After the rooms were clear the slaves were taken outside and

hosed off in the back yard.



Lonia came up with an idea to keep the slaves busy till they were

needed.



"I don't want them standing around with nothing to do. Bring um

back here to the shed." Lonia ordered.



O by her cunt lock and Martha by her tit rings were lead to the

little metal shed. They were forced to clean it out of the

implements and plants. Now the slaves were forced into the '69'

position and their nipple rings were joined with locks.



Each was given a dildow and the command.



"Give the bitch before you a good fucking. When I come back here,

if I do not fine a pair of wet red holes I'll take a curling iron

to the other bitch." Lonia explained. "And I don't want any

talking. Just fucking. Oh O I almost forgot. Here let me

unlock your lips. There now Martha. You give her a good

fucking. Come on stroke . stroke."



Smack . Smack.



"Come on bitches get them thing in there deep." Smack. "Martha

Don't fuck around. dig it right in there. Start in the ass.

Just like you like that old fart of yours. He was in there before.

Can't you smell him." Lonia inquired.



Enraged and feeling the cylinder wielded by O bruising her uterus,

Martha commenced to forcing her dummy deeper into her neighbors

ass hole.
. AH SH III >



O sought to please the bitch Lonia, She forced her dummy deep

inside Martha till it bottomed out. All the while she tried to

keep her aching tits in contact with their counterparts on Martha.

She hurts soo bad every time she loses contact tit to tit. Then

she felt Martha's deep thrusts in her wide open ass.







Martha and O tired during their long girlie session but neither

ceased totally to torment the other. The metal shed was like an

oven and the sweat fell in torrents on the madly coupling women.



Every so often the door flew open and Vi or Lorna looked in to

see that the girls were hard at work. The strap encouraged the

slacking slave to strain to greater efforts.



Finally the door opened again and it was evident by the darkness

that the night had come.



Vi unlocked the tit to tit locks and relocked her mother's labia.

Both exhausted women were taken out on the lawn and hosed down. As

the water was ice cold and did not totally clean up the women from

their 'days work'. During the 'washing' a couple of drunken boys

came out of the kitchen and help.



They joyously dug right into the work of cleaning up the shrinking

naked women.



Here a young man, probably a virgin, was allowed free access to

female parts of an older, and in the case of Martha, Old Old, woman.



(Just think of it. All those things you never get to handle. A

real live tit and these were with rings. Stick your hand in the

slit where you came from? Finger a bitch as much as you like and

she has no say. You wanna put the soap in. Well use your

imagination.)



Then the naked women, shivering and cold were taken in the house

through the kitchen with its plethora of bottles and snacks, to

the living room. There the slaves were forced down over the seat

of two kitchen chairs. They were arranged so their chests stuck

out one side. Tits swaying free for anything, decorated by rings

of gold. Asses available at the other Each hand was tied to a

chair leg and each ankle was similarly joined to a leg.



Cunts were on the other side and for the party O's cunt lock was

ceremoniously removed and the fucking and sucking began.



You can imagine the noise and the reaction if this was a city

apartment, but this was the country and the only nearby house

was the Williams residence. and we know they weren't home.







Late evening old man Williams came home. He wanted his dinner.

He was drunk and disappointed. Martha was not there. She did not

call his beeper or leave a message or anything.



She must be at some friends place. But who? She never.



Angelo went in to the living room and sat in his favorite chair

and as he had a heat on from taking his 'ass fucking' story to

the bar. He soon fell into a deep drunken sleep.



He woke up and his neck was killing him. He stumbled to the

toilette and relieved the used liquids from his pervious day.



Wait a minute something was wrong. No Martha. No lights.



Only the din from the Campbell's house. He scratched his now full

balls and thought fondly of the smooth white ass of Olives that

had soo occupied his day. His shriveled old organ began to

stiffen from that thought.
She would never go over to there, especially now with some sort

of. thing going on.>



Looking around he had nothing to do. Nothing on the tube. and

then their was still that stiffie he needed to take care of.



His hand? NAAA. Martha? Better but well. Not here! He

reached into his pocket and found the folding cash he had just

retrieved from the ATM.



If Martha ain't here now would she miss him? What would it hurt.



He would go over and see if the niggar was gone. Maybe he could do

Olive's tight little ass again.
and finds me out, I'll tell her I was looking for her. YYAAAAAA>



He took a sweater and sought to walk to the neighbors lit up and

noisy house. He saw groups of chorusing boys and half naked girls

at every window of the house. He cautiously approached the lights

and sought to make out if the niggar was there. He did not want

to meet the black again. As he was peering through a window.



"Hay bud what you doing there?" A voice came out of the dark.



Angelo whirled and there was a squat muscular youth peeing off

the porch into the bushes.



"Fucker man asked you a question." came another voice from beside

the first youth on the porch.



Found out and unable to hide further Angelo answered, "UM I'M the

neighbor and I was looking for my wife. Have you see."



"Look you old fart, this here is a great party and Lonia has

whores and quite a spread. You fuck it up by calling the fuzz

and We'll come over to that crib of yours later and redecorate

you and you place. Ken go get Lonia and see if she wants us to

break his legs for him. And you . fucker you . jest stand

right there."



"Run and your dog meat. I do the hundred in. aw never mind.

Just stay there till Lonia gets here.or else." the boy ordered.



A scared Angelo tried to look dignified and awaited his fate at

the girls behest.



Lonia at the news of the 'old dude' from next door had a

wonderful Idea.









Mothers Owner # 14

by Paladin



Lonia went to a closed and got down two ski mask and placed one

over Martha's head. This caused boos and such from the crowd as

this would slowed down the use of Martha's mouth. Besides that

the wool fabric would chafed the girls tender bellies but that

could not be helped. Lonia demanded they leave the mask in place.



Then she did the same with O. Again their were complaints but she

was adamant.



With that part of her plan fixed she strode over to the door and

stood on the porch. Inwardly she had a plan to blow the old farts

mind and now here was the way.



"Well perv. What are you doing. Getting an eye full. That how

you started with Olive. or was it Vi you were after?" Lonia

began.



"I I I was looking for my wife." the cringing old man began.



"This perv been bothering Vi. I bust his nuts. You just give

me the word Lonia." Ted blustered in his heated state.



Paying no attention to the drunken Ted, Lonia began sarcastically,



"Yea perv she is here fucking the boys and licking girls. You

know what a whore she is. What are you married years?"



"NO NO I know she isn't like that. I just, well, I hoped she

might be. I mean she might have left word that she was going

some where."



"After she came for a visit this after noon. Yea we had high tea

and discussed your fucking O's tight little ass." Lonia taunted

him. "You should have seen her take to Greg's long black dick.

Why she just took that boogie in her cunt and was crying for

more. Said your little fuck stick just did not do it for her."



"OH GOD don't tell me that. I mean she." Angelo said trying

to doubt the lurid story the girl was telling him."Tell me it

isn't so.Please."



"OK fucker It isn't so. Now get out of here unless you got more

money!" Lonia demanded. "Like Vi told you. You got the money

we got a whore with your name on her ass. Just for ya."



"AH Well I do have some more mo." Angelo began.



"AW Lonia let me bust his nuts. I ain't done a deballing job

since the Kingston game. That fucker'll walk funny rest of his

spick life." Ted slurred after a couple of swigs of liquid

refreshment from a small pint he had with him.



Ted started down the stairs, staggering all the way, with his

right fist extended palm up, toward the cringing old man.

The bottle was now shifted to the left. (Have to keep your

priorities straight.right!)



"TED! TED! No. I don't want him deballed. Leave him

alone." Lonia ordered with her arms crossed over her ample

tits. "Bring him up here and lets see if he has enough money."



Ted, disappointed at the turn of events, used his right fist to

grab the old mans arm and drag him up to Loina on the porch.

Another swig from his bottle to keep up his buzz while he

awaited Loina's pleasure.



"OK fucker, let's see the money or I might let Ted here deball

you." Lonia said to the cowering man. "He likes that. He has

a whole collection he took after various games."



Angelo quickly used his aching arm to get out his wallet. He

opened it to take out some of the folding green there but Lonia

snatched the whole thing away from him.



"Wait a." Angelo began and he took a step toward the girl.



Ted slapped the back of his head and this stopped him dead in his

tracks. "Shut your cake hole and give her what ever she wants.

Just remember she says one word and I'll tear your balls off."



Angelo looked on with an ache in his neck and pleading in his

eyes, as the girl took all the green and then flipped the wallet

into the bushes the boys had been using for a urinal only

moments before.



"Not enough for my nice whore but well I guess we could let him

use the bag. Pance him boys and if you give them one ounce of

trouble, Ted gets your balls." Lonia pronounced as she turned

and went back inside.



Ted took Angelo's belt off and pulled down his pants and

shorts. Frozen with fear Angelo did not offer any resistance

when the clothes were thrown into the bushes along with his

wallet.



"Would you look at this. Boys I don't thing their is an uglier

pud in all the world. I mean. would you look at it. Get your

hands down fucker. Don't make me mad I still think I could use

these for my collection." Ted said as he, now um opposed rubbed

Angelo's balls. "They 're too small for my human collection but

I bet they could pass for simian. Yea dried and covered with

plastic, they probably pass for Ape balls. These old fuckers will

try anything to keep up appearances. Probably a transplant."



Angelo was ready to leave. He was sick with fear and would have

gladly run on home and hid under his bed but the boys would not

let him. Taking his arms the boys started to the door.



The door opened and Lonia observed, "Ted I told you not to deball

him."



"I never." Ted slurred, holding his hand in the familiar scout

honor sign.



"Yea but you must of pulled off his dick." Lonia demanded.



"I swany I never did. That's all we found. You want me to

reach in there and see if I can find any more. won't be no

trouble at all ." Ted said fishing down for the rest of the dick

in question.



"Na leave it . for now. get him inside and see he uses the

old bag. He can use her ass. He seems to like ass fucking."

Lonia said.



The gleeful boys took old Angelo into the whoreing room and

positioned him behind the 'old bag'. Ted stood there and over saw

the ass fucking of Angelo and the 'old bag'. An inquisitive group

of boys and girls gathered to see the coupling. (Yea even the old

fuck!)



Performing on command and ogled by a group of youths Angelo

took a long time. Every time he got going at it Ted would leaned

over and extended his right hand, palm up on the bent over whores

back, smiling.



"Be better if you gave um to me." Ted smiled. "You can't do it

anymore anyway."



Lonia finally had to take Ted aside and whisper something in his

ear. The drunken youth smiled and went out of the room.



Ted went out to his car and came back with a length or thin wire

with a large loop at it's end.



When he finally performed the boys, man handled Angelo out the

door to the porch and then accompanied him home. half naked.

Can not be too careful. Old fellow like that half naked, might

could get mugged or something. (Lots of bad shit goes down at

night.) Then the boys decided, since his old lady wasn't there,

that they'd help and put him to bed.



Ted went to the closet door and busted a small hole through it

with his fist while the others stripped Angelo or his shirt.



Once he was positioned nude on his belly the boys made to leave

but Ted still wasn't satisfied and so he told the others he would

stay here and keep the old man safe for the night, from his

position on Angelo's back.



The old man thanked the other boys and would have been happier

if Ted too left, but their was no dissuading him. TED STAYED.



After the guys were gone for a minute Ted twisted around on the

bed and asked the man under his ass,



"Are you lonely. I mean without your old woman?"



Angelo tried to ignore Ted but that was not possible. Especially

as he reached down and slipped the wire noose over Angelo's balls.



"If she don't ever come home. You wouldn't kneed these now would

you?" Ted asked. tightening the loop.



"N I Mean I. I would like to keep my balls." Angelo pleaded

with Ted.



"But they are just the right size for a new collection I'm

starting and I want them." Ted objected. "Think of it balls

of all the animals. Why yours be the first there."



"NO NO Please. Lonia said to leave them alone. You wanted

to. please her." Angelo tried to influence Ted in his

drunken state.