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It's a Job But Someone's Got To Do It
by Pagan (kayce69@haytor.fsworld.co.uk)

***

From riches to sexy rags. (MMF, nc, rp)

***

Bridget, the daughter, Bernadette her mother, the two 
solicitors and a few friends of the late Maxwell Harper 
stood in the drawing room of Piermont House and chatted 
quietly about the virtues of Maxwell.

At the daughters request the funeral had been a quiet 
and dignified occasion. Bridget stood with, Allrode and 
Blount the family solicitors, Bernadette stood talking 
to someone she had never met before and others helped 
themselves to as much free food and drink as their 
greedy little bodies would allow.

Bernadette and Bridget took up their normal stance with 
each other that of back to back, as they never saw eye 
to eye; Bridget being the clever businesswoman and 
apple of daddy's eye. Bernadette the woman who spent it 
as fast as they made it just to impress the ladies of 
the golf club or the fitness clubs and most of all the 
lavish parties for the bridge fraternity.

The reading of the will was arranged for the following 
Thursday at 10am and all banking, investments and 
assets would be frozen up too and including that date 
until then Bernadette went to her part of the mansion 
and Bridget to hers.
Bernadette had Bridget when she was eighteen, she got 
pregnant deliberately, Maxwell was a rich man and she 
was and still is, one of life’s beautiful people, as 
she used to say, "I’m prime real estate and worth the 
best."

As for Bridget she had the best of both worlds; her 
mothers beauty and her fathers business brain, never 
one to miss an opportunity to make a killing and kept 
the money hungry admires well out of her way.

As always the two women travelled in separate cars and 
Bridget was the first to arrive, punctuality a must in 
her world, she sat with the two solicitors until twenty 
past ten when Bernadette arrived. She swept in, her 
clothes tailored perfectly. She wore a grey and red 
suit, the short-waisted jacket matched the short 
pleated skirt, the collar of a red blouse showed over 
the jacket lapels, her hair pulled tightly back in to a 
bobbing fully styled ponytail was covered by a red hat, 
her very expensive Charles Sinclair sunglass’s covered 
the top half of her stunning features as her pouting 
mouth apologised for her lateness explaining. "I saw 
this most adorable hat, just perfect for my Gucci 
exclusive and I just had to have it," she laughed when 
she admitted that it was so expensive that it had taken 
the last of her cash and she was broke but that would 
soon be sorted.

Allrode dismissed her remarks by ignoring them and 
began his reading, "The last will and testament of 
Maxwell Richard Harper is very simple, he leaves 
everything and that literally means everything to his 
daughter Bridget Kathleen Harper."

Bernadette stood up ripping her sunglasses from her 
face, "You can’t mean this, do you mean this conniving 
little daddy's girl gets the lot, what do I get, there 
must be something, I always got an allowance every 
month so what’s to become of that?"

Blount held some more documents, "The only mention of 
you, Mrs. Harper, is that he hopes Bridget will pay off 
the outstanding revenue bill you have incurred, the 
company share holders would be very critical of that 
amount of monies outstanding, they will vote and insist 
on police attention, now Mr. Harper is no longer able 
to cover it up your indiscretion."

Bernadette, still standing was totally dumbfounded, her 
eyes scanned the three people before she composed 
herself, "What the hell do you mean, I have a revenue 
bill?"

Blount continued, "You allowance was taxable and to 
date they have cost the estate some 750,000 making a 
taxable payment of 84,000 which your late husband has 
put against tax deductible items from the business. Now 
he is dead and Bridget is now over eighteen she makes 
the decision as to A. Carry on hiding it until such 
time as you can pay it back or B. She discloses it to 
the share holders who will demand police involvement 
which will as in, Lloyd’s verses Lonsdale could land 
you in prison for a minimum of eight years." 

Bernadette sat, "That’s ridiculous, I never signed for 
a wage there’s no proof."

Allrode picked up a pile of papers, "These are copies 
of slips you signed when your allowance was paid to 
you, is that not your signature?" He pointed at the top 
slip.

She was now very flustered, "Yes that’s my signature 
but I have never signed anything like that."

Allrode put the papers back down, "I don’t think that 
will stand up in a court of law, they are counter 
signed by Mr. Harper who is no longer able to 
corroborate your denial."

Bernadette looked at Bridget, "Well young lady you will 
get this sorted won’t you, it’s just too ridiculous to 
even be considered."

Bridget had on her business face and that was set in 
stone, "Of course I will sort, you will pay, its not a 
problem, I will put it down to an oversight by father 
and the share holders will have their pound of flesh, 
ether from criminal compensation when you go to prison 
or your immediate payment."

Bernadette was visible shocked, "But, but you can’t I’m 
your mother, this is absurd, your joking, yes that’s it 
your trying to frighten me."

Still the face stared blankly at her, "On the contrary 
mother I have never been so determined in my life, you 
killed him, you killed my father as much as if you had 
done it by hand, you knew he was ill but your bloody 
parties came first, he just had to keep you in money 
and safe, that’s why I hate you but now I’m in charge 
its going to be pay back time."

Bernadette looked round, each face as cold as the 
other, her eyes wet with tears stammered, "You can’t 
mean this, me, your mother in prison, I wouldn’t 
survive, I-I," the tears finally won and she broke 
down, her head went down to her hands and the hat fell 
to the floor.

Bridget rose from the chair, she bent and picked the 
hat up, turning to the wall mirror she put it on, the 
trilby style suited her. She turned back and looked at 
the sobbing woman, "Mr. Allrode and Mr. Blount have a 
proposition if they agree it can work then, and only 
then, will I consider it but it will be up to you to 
conform and up to them to assure me it will work." She 
looked at the two solicitors, "I expect to hear from 
you before the end of trading today, tomorrow I have a 
share holders meeting, I wish to be fully aware of the 
facts before I submit my findings, good day and above 
all thank you for your loyalty."

The men had a last glimpse of the red hat as the door 
shut behind Bridget, Blount was the first to get up and 
approach the cowering woman, Bernadette looked up at 
him, "What does she mean by a proposition?"

Allrode had gone to the desk draw and took out some 
papers and a small box, he handed the papers to Blount, 
Blount slapped them down hard on the desk in front of 
Bernadette, "Read and sign, that’s the choice, oh I’m 
sorry I’m forgetting, there’s always the little grey 
dress with the number stitched over the left breast."

Bernadette’s hands shook as she picked up the paper, 
her eyes scanned the paper; slowly her mind took it in.

***

This document is final and binding.

This document is between Bernadette Louise Harper and 
her employer.

This document states that Bernadette Louise Harper will 
do what ever her employer demands,

Her employer will have complete control over all 
demands.

For this the employee, Bernadette Louise Harper will be 
paid 1,000 per month, these monies will be paid to 
Messer’s Allrode and Blount who will hold this in trust 
until the outstanding 84,000 debt has been resolved.

The afore mentioned Allrode and Blount will insure that 
the employer will give health care, feed and clothe the 
employee until the debt has been resolved and they take 
responsibility to monitor any problems the employee may 
have with the employer, meetings will be arranged on a 
fortnightly basis.

This document calculates that the debt will be paid in 
7 years, until that date the employee will stay, reside 
and not leave the employers address, namely, Piermont 
Mansions.

DISCLAIMENT

Should at any time the employee withdraw her employment 
or terminate her duties the monies accumulated will be 
returned to the employer and the full amount (84,000) 
be payable to the debtors concerned.
            

Signed the Employee Mrs. Bernadette Louise 
Harper________________________

Signed the Employer Miss Bridget Kathleen 
Harper_________________________
 
Dated, this day_______ this month________this 
year_______

Witness___________________

In the presence of___________________


Bernadette sat in silence for at least two minutes, she 
looked at them, "This means I have no say in anything 
for seven years, it’s a nonsense what can you do if I 
refuse?"

Both men sat on the desk ether side facing her, "You 
are a little naïve, we are solicitors of very high 
standing, you don’t think we don’t have all the avenues 
covered, a mere phone call, someone finds an over 
looked accounting problem and tax fraud are already 
primed and waiting, I’d say three days and you would 
then be well aware of what we can do if you refuse."

She laid her hand over the paper, "You mean seven years 
in one prison or eight years in another."

Allrode picked up the small box, "You could say that 
but just think you will at least know the inmates of 
one and escape the stigma of public humiliation, that’s 
if we tell Bridget it can work."

"Will it work, have I any other option?"

Allrode opened the box, "Only if we tell Bridget it 
will, she would love to see you humiliated in prison so 
you have no options, I’d sign if I were you."

Her hand reached for the pen, picking it up she signed, 
Blount took the paper, "That’s the easy bit, now you 
must prove to us that we should recommend this document 
to our client."

She looked quizzically at him, "How?"

"First stand up and you may lift the back of your skirt 
up to your thigh," she went to speak, "The time for 
talking is over just do as your told, in fact we think 
you should be a little less shall we say abrasive 
towards us and do a little more sucking up, you should 
remember its up to us, your fate and future is in our 
hands."

She slowly straightened her long perfect legs and 
stood, her hand went to the back of her pleated skirt 
and started to gather the material up, her skirt moved 
up revealing her dark stocking tops and then her white 
thighs with a glimpse of frilly black panty.

Blount moved quickly, she felt a sharp jab in her thigh 
making her scream out, her head swung round to Blount 
who was giving a syringe back to Allrode, who in turn 
put it in the box, before she could speak he said, "Its 
what vets use to locate lost pets only that one is a 
lot, lot more powerful, it’s a homing device so we know 
where you are at all times."

Bernadette let go of her skirt, "Oh no Mrs. Harper keep 
your skirt up; it’s rather a nice sight and I want to 
put some antiseptic on the wound."
Bernadette bunched her skirt back up again; bit her lip 
as she felt Blount’s hand on her thigh, slowly making 
circular movements over the painful wound, pressing the 
antiseptic pad hard as she groaned, "Am I hurting you 
Mrs. Harper?"

She quietly said, "Just a little," he pressed harder, 
she gave a little squeal, "Am I hurting you now?"

Trying to control her fear and not to cry Bernadette 
said, "Yes." 

Suddenly a stinging slap forced her forward over the 
table, before the shocked scream had finished escaping 
her throat her skirt was flipped up revealing her black 
panty clad ass and a second hard slap had stung her 
bottom.

She quickly put both hands on the table to push herself 
back but Allrode grabbed them and held her firm, 
Bernadette eyes fixed on to his, "For pity sake let me 
go, what are you doing? I demand to be released."

Allrode’s face broke in to a huge grin, "Demand, 
release, who are you to demand anything, you have 
signed all your rights away. Now as I said you should 
be very nice to us if you want us to look favourable on 
your situation and your situation at the moment is to 
let us relieve a little of the tension this day has 
brought, so you just shut up and take your punishment, 
the alterative is to horrible to contemplate." 

Another slap then another, it took another six to have 
her sobbing and for Blount to move away. Bernadette 
heard a noise but before she could turn to see, Blount 
was walking round the table in front of her, holding a 
long cane that he whipped threw the air.

He smiled in to the tear stained face, "Your stunning 
ass ever had the cane?" Unable to speak she shook her 
head, "Well another new experience for you today," she 
struggled in Allrode’s grip as she watched Blount 
return around the table moving behind her.

She looked at Allrode, took a deep breath and went to 
say, "Now listen to me," but all that came out was, 
"Nowooowwwoo," as Blount delivered the first strike.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, the whipping sound filled the 
room along with the sobs and squeals of the helpless 
woman, her knees dropping and straitening as at each 
blow, the fire burned in to her ass, Allrode had all on 
to hold her. As Blount stopped she slumped over the 
table openly crying, "Lovely sound don’t you think Mr. 
Allrode."

"It certainly is Mr. Blount, and such a lovely sight, 
black lace panties over firm round ass."

Blount pulled the waistband up so both men could look 
down at the superb round globes and the deep dark 
crease that separated them, "What do you think, maybe 
some red horizontal strips to complement that black 
ravine?"

Bernadette didn’t even feel her pants being pulled down 
until they reached her thighs, she tried to wriggle 
free only to hear, "That’s it wiggle it I love a moving 
target," thwack, thwack, thwack, three red lines 
started to appear on her white round flesh, as her 
straggled, a pathetic cry filled the room.

Her head, lying on the table turned sideways her voice 
no more than a pathetic whisper pleaded, "Stop, stop no 
more, no more," thwack, thwack, thwack, "You sure you 
want me to stop?" Thwack.

"Yes, yes please oh god please no more."

Blount stopped and lay the cane were she could see it 
before he put a chair behind her, Allrode let her 
wrists go and she slid back, Blount guided her on to 
the chair. She sat there her pants around her thighs; 
her skirt barely covering the dark thick covering of 
her cunt bush.

Allrode came around to join Blount in front of the 
broken woman, "You want more cane," she shook her head, 
"Then you remember I said you should suck up to us and 
be more friendly," she nodded, "Then suck up to us you 
will."

Bernadette stared in horror as both men removed their 
jackets and trousers, she half staggered from the chair 
before Blount shoved her back down, she put her hands 
up only to have them slapped away, "You can’t do this 
to me, this is an outrage I will," a stinging blow to 
the side of her face silenced her.

Allrode grabbed her ponytail, "You have no more, I 
will’s, in you, you do it our way or not at all, do you 
want us on your side or against you, now open your 
mouth and suck my cock, I want to know what a blow job 
for 84,000 feels like, so get it in your mouth and 
start using those lips."

Bernadette tried to argue but Allrode just pushed his 
cock at her mouth, yanking at her ponytail the 
beautiful mouth opened and the thick hard meat jabbed 
in to the back of her throat, her eyes wide open to the 
excessive force, her hands pushing hard on his thighs 
trying to stop the viscous attack on her mouth, she 
looked to Blount for help. Blount just lay back against 
the table stroking his cock, waiting his turn.

Allrode pounded the cock in to her mouth, silly "ug, 
ug, ug" noises came from Bernadette, his hand went 
under her jaw and cruelly dragged her head further on 
to him, "Come on Missus, suck like you would on one of 
your olives out of your dry martini, now come on suck."  

Nothing that made any sense came from Bernadette’s 
mouth, gurgles, gasps, and sobs accompanied Allrode’s 
grunts as he pushed his cock hard down her throat, 
exciting himself towards his climax, until he suddenly 
pulled back and used his hand to spurt his juice over 
the chocking woman, "Oh yes, yes that was good, you do 
a nice blow-job Mrs. Harper."

Blount bent and picked up Bernadette expensive silk 
scarf, wiping the sticky juice from her face as he 
laughed at her sobbing and coughing, she tried to move 
but a quick grab of her hair held her, "Blow your nose, 
there’s cum dribbling out of it." With Blount holding 
it, Bernadette, this beautiful, elegant woman blew her 
nose in to her own scarf like a little obedient 
schoolgirl.

Throwing it to the floor Blount pulled her hair back 
forcing her to look up at him, "My turn for a high 
class sucking, don’t even think about arguing just get 
it in your mouth, and if your looking for options, your 
ether sucking with plenty of tongue around the head or 
I’ll do the same as him and that cock-head will fuck 
the back of your throat, what’s it to be?"

She couldn’t control her sobbing, Blount shook her, 
"What’s it to be?" 

Bernadette looked down shaking her head, "No, no, no 
more, my mouth is so sore please have mercy."

Still holding her ponytail Blount grinned as he pulled 
her head back up, "Well then if not your mouth then 
where, that nice stripped ass looked good or do I get 
what’s between your gorgeous thighs?" 

Those words really brought the tears flowing, "No, no 
you can’t mean it, you wouldn’t, you just wouldn’t," 
Blount put his other hand round his hard rigid cock, 
"Wouldn’t what, Wouldn’t fuck you, my dear lady that’s 
all I want to do and fuck you I will, now you choose 
the hole and be dam quick about it."

Almost inaudible she blubbered, "Not my mouth," Blount 
pulled her hard up with her ponytail and dragged her 
forward, "Then get over the table and spread them legs 
nice and wide while I make my own 84000 choice."

With her pants still around her thighs, she fell 
forward, Allrode pulled her skirt up and over her back, 
the red lines looked fierce against the white flesh, 
"No, no you can’t, I won’t let you," Bernadette 
squeezed her legs together.

Blount grabbed at the cane, "Then all beat you till you 
do." Allrode grabbed her arms and twisted them up her 
back pinning her over the table, he moved left giving 
Blount a clear shot, which he took, not once but twice. 

It was not really a scream more a gurgled cry but the 
words were audible, "Stop no anything but stop oh god 
it hurts, no more please," the whimpering dissolved in 
to a whisper, "Please no more."

Blount tapped the table, "It stops when your legs are 
wide open and your ass is up showing me both holes."

Both men smiled as the long naked legs parted, Allrode 
let go of her arms, "Further, you can do better than 
that," the long legs continued to widen, the lips of 
the snug slit peeling open with them.

Allrode couldn’t resist the sight, his hand cupped her 
left cheek and squeezed the sore globe, she wiggled and 
squealed as he slid his hand over and pushed his thumb 
in to her puckered ass hole while his fingers pushed 
the folds of her cunt lips apart, "You lucky man, looks 
warm, snug and very inviting."

Blount gripped his cock and aimed at the soft flesh of 
her cunt, "And I’m going to except the ladies 
invitation," slowly his cock replaced Allrode's 
fingers, pushing it in accompanied by the pathetic 
moans of the prone woman. 

The thick cock finally buried it self up to the hilt 
before he got in to a rhythm, his hand gripped at the 
ponytail pulling it hard back as he drove in, her head 
pulled up off the table as she groaned.

"This is going to be interesting Mrs. Harper, are you 
going to get wet while I fuck you? You going to do some 
moaning before you cum? You a slut that likes a fucking 
and I am in no hurry to find out, how shall I use you? 
Let me think, maybe first a few fast thrusts," he 
banged in fast humping her hard and then he slowed off, 
"How did that feel? Next what do you say to a few nice 
easy slow ones maybe I should try a little moving 
around up there just to find out if you have any 
excitable places that will start your cunt wiggling 
again."

He drove hard then slowed off moving left and right, 
thrusting at her as he changed angles, he sensed she 
was getting wetter, her breathing had defiantly got 
deeper and the occasional moan was enough to make him 
work harder on her, his torment made easier as he 
gloated, "Well, well you are getting wet, am I to 
believe that the elegant, well mannered Mrs. Harper is 
a slut who will fuck and suck like any two bit whore, 
you certainly feel like one and I do believe your 
starting to act like one."

Much as she didn’t want to, little moans escaped 
between the sobs as the continues thrusting up her cunt 
forced her body to respond, she tried to stay still but 
Blount knew how to move with his hips pushing at her as 
he moved up, down side to side.

Unfortunately for Blount with all this movement and 
continues thrusting he could feel himself about to 
climax, with a cry "Oh shit," he grabbed her hips and 
drove himself hard at her, pushing her further on to 
the table her feet almost leaving the floor until he 
deposited his juice up in to her, pumping at her until 
he spent every last drop.

Bernadette slumped back on the table sobbing, Blount 
pulled out; slapping her ass, she lay there, his cum 
slimy and wet on her thighs as she heard, "Fucking 
lovely, Mrs. Harper your cunt is a treat and should be 
used at least ten time a day."

The sobbing had now become crying, it didn’t have any 
effect on the two men, who each took an arm and pulled 
up off the table, Allrode turned her to him, "Well that 
was a very enjoyable morning, but its time to take you 
to your employer, of course you no longer have a car so 
we will drive you, we have to present the necessary 
paper work, so clean yourself up, stop your blubbering 
and pull your knickers up or we will never get going."

Bernadette used their bathroom and tried to make 
herself look as presentable to the outside world as 
possible. With all the dignity she could muster she 
walked between the two men to the garage at the rear of 
the office block, they both smiled as they approached 
the large new red Rolls Royce, Allrode looked over to 
Blount, "Such a pleasure to do business with Miss 
Harper," Blount smiled as he said, "Almost as much as 
Mrs. Harper only in a different way," he grinned at her 
as he opened the door.

The drive to Piermont Mansions was quite, only half a 
dozen words passed between the two men in the hour and 
twenty minute journey.

The car purred up the drive and stopped in front of the 
large oak doors, Fraser was waiting and opened the door 
to Blount; nobody opened the door for Bernadette.

Once inside the four made their way to the long drawing 
room, Fraser opened the door. Stood by the French 
windows holding a large gin and tonic was Bridget, she 
turned and faced them, lent forward and shook hands 
with both men, Bernadette went to sit on the long sofa 
only for Fraser to hold her back, Bridget looked over, 
"You sit when you are in your quarters and never in my 
presences unless I allow it," she turned back, "Now 
gentlemen to business."

Bernadette and Fraser stood silently as Bridget talked 
to the men. Allrode and Blount listened and nodded 
virtually agreeing to everything that was being said to 
them, Bernadette heard little snatches of words.

Bridget was making sure that Bernadette had signed and 
knew that her duties included, entertaining, making 
money for the firm, keeping the house clean and above 
all doing exactly what she was told and without 
question.

The solicitors showed Bridget the signed document, 
which she read, nodded and signed, the two men counter 
signed and the document was returned to the attaché 
case, Bridget looked at Bernadette.

"You will answer to Bernie and your new quarters are in 
the south wing, Fraser will show you, there you will 
find food and your uniforms, each day of the week you 
will wear what is provided for you, this will depend on 
what is happening that day." 

She took another drink, "You will notice the wardrobe 
is glass fronted so you will be able to see your 
uniforms, but I have the key and I decide what you wear 
and when, understand?"

Bernadette went to speak but and sharp tug on her arm 
from Fraser silenced her.

"Fraser will show you to your quarters, there is food 
and entertainment, other than that I will see you in 
the morning at eight along with the other domestics, 
that will be all, your dismissed."

Fraser pulled her towards the door; Bridget called 
after her, "Remember any deviation from the contract 
and you and I part company for a very long time and 
believe me nothing would make me happier."

Fraser walked her down the top corridor of the south 
wing she fumed at the humiliation and the word 
domestics screamed in her brain.

The room was large but not what she was used to. A 
large bed on the right hand wall, she recognized it as 
one she had thrown out two years ago, she hated the 
brass fittings, and to have rails at both ends was 
never the height of fashion.

Next to it was the door to her bathroom, then round to 
the bay window, a dressing table sat in the curve. 

Bernadette’s eyes fell on the wardrobe, the glass doors 
and what hung inside. She expected stripped smocks or 
dark suits but what she could see was small low necked 
tops and short skirts, some looked ridiculously tight, 
the shelves were full of little bits of lingerie. Most 
of the pants looked like two triangles held together 
with ribbon and some of the bras had holes in the 
centres, she could see stocking, even suspender belts, 
lots of high heeled shoes, she slumped down on the bed, 
just how much humiliation was she to suffer? 

She didn’t remember falling asleep, she hadn’t even 
washed or changed but it was morning, on the table 
beside the wardrobe was today’s uniform. She stood, her 
ass still sore from the beatings of yesterday and 
slowly, her throat sore from fucking and dry with fear 
she walked towards the table, her hand went up to her 
mouth but the words, "Oh dear god, no," could still be 
heard.

On the table lay a short top, just straps and enough 
material to reach her navel, a very short tight skirt, 
hold up white stocking with a wide pattern at the top. 
The bra was half cup with push up inserts, the pants 
were nothing more than a G-string, sat on top was a 
pair 4inch ankle strapped high-heeled shoes.

As she entered the drawing room, Fraser, Robert and 
Mark were already stood in front of the desk, Bridget 
looked up, a small smile could not be hidden as she 
watched Bernadette walk to the end of the line. The 
high heels accentuated the firm muscles of Bernadette’s 
shapely legs, and the white stocking could be seen 
right up to the pattern as the skirt barely reached to 
cover them.

Her breasts, being pushed up, showed her cleavage above 
the scoop of the halter neck and there was at least two 
inches of bare midriff on display, even with the traces 
of a tear stained face below the ponytail hair, the 
beautiful features of her petite face looked out of 
place dressed like a hooker.

Bridget started her morning brief, "Robert, check the 
barn, I want to know if we can convert to a conference 
building and I will be using it for the party."

"Mark I shall want to gravel the back drive and cut an 
opening between the rose garden to the back of the 
barn, you can transplant the roses to the front 
forecourt."

"Fraser, I shall drive myself to the meeting, I shall 
go on to the Ambassador Rooms for a business dinner 
with Mr. Sawang, I’ll be back by 11 or just after, tell 
cook to prepare for you and the others, you know 
something you can micro or salad then I will see her in 
the morning about the forthcoming Asian party."

She looked at Bernadette, "Fraser make sure Bernie has 
some idea of the cleaning rota and I’m sure she has no 
idea where the cleaning equipment is stored, but I 
leave you to sort, I will see you later, the rest you 
can dismiss when things are done, your reports I will 
expect by this time tomorrow, now I must dash so thank 
you."  

The four didn’t move until Bridget had left, then 
Fraser took Bernadette out to the kitchen she was aware 
of two sets of eyes feasting on her as she walked out 
of the room.

The rest of the morning she busied herself cleaning and 
tidying, she kept seeing the three men virtually 
running at their duties, it was twelve when Fraser came 
back and told her lunch was in the kitchen, she went 
and picked it up and returned to her room.

She ate the salad and reflected on what she had become, 
what her posh friends would think and what could she do 
about it, the answer was nothing she had no choice.

She returned the plate to the kitchen, the three men 
sat, they said nothing but they watched her, the way 
she was dressed left little to the imagination. She 
noticed a lot of empty beer cans in the waste bin and a 
few empty plates to be washed up and as cook had gone 
then that was one of her duties, she filled the sink.

It wasn’t until she heard, "Now that ass looks 
fantastic, especially with those red strips, some 
bodies been a naughty girl," that she realised that as 
she was bent washing dish’s they could see everything, 
nothing was covering her, the elastic ribbon of the G-
string firmly between her ass cheeks gave them a 
complete view of the lower half of her sore ass, she 
fought to get the short skirt back down. 

There was movement and a hand touched her just under 
her skirt at the top of her thigh, "What’s it like to 
be one of us now?" Bernadette tried to move away from 
the sink, "Please Mark stop we have work to do, lets 
just get on with it," the three men laughed as Robert 
got up and moved around the table he said, "Oh no, we 
seem to have done all ours, we thought that now we 
could just, shall we say, give you a hand."

She felt Marks hand slide round and touch her bottom, 
"What’s needed here is some of cooks famous goose 
grease, takes the sting away and helps the healing 
process," Robert closed in on her other side pinning 
her against the sink.
Fraser said, "Well if you’re quite sure I know were she 
keeps it."

Bernadette tried to move but Mark and Robert held her 
hands in to the sink as Fraser went to a cupboard and 
took a jar. As he approached the trio Mark pulled the 
back of the skirt up to Bernadette’s waist.

Squeals of protest echoed through the kitchen, "Please 
stop it, you know who I am; you will leave me alone, 
stop it stop it at once."

Fraser pushed his fingers in to the jar, "Yes we know 
who you are, your Bernie the domestic and you’ve got a 
pretty sore ass and I’m going to do something about 
it," he slapped his grease covered hand hard on to the 
exposed ass and started to rub. Wailing with pain she 
fought to free herself but the two men held her firm.

He rubbed the grease all over her ass, laughing at the 
way it wiggled as she tried to escape, but she stopped 
and froze when she heard Mark say, "I wonder if they 
beat her tits, would be a shame not to do the 
gentlemanly thing and look after them."

Bernadette struggled as she realised what they were 
going to do, Robert shouted, "There’s a knife in my 
back pocket and rope just inside the bottom cupboard."

As soon as Fraser had cut the lengths of rope the two 
men dragged Bernadette back to the large kitchen table, 
they pulled her over it, Mark held her hands together 
as Fraser and Robert grabbed at the bottom of the tank 
top and pulled up capturing her bra at the same time, 
pulling both up and off.

She struggled and yelled at them to stop but Mark let 
Robert take one wrist and quickly they secured them 
apart and to the each table legs. Her legs kicked out 
but to no avail as they were held by Fraser until the 
other two came and pulled her skirt off then fastened 
each ankle to the bottom legs, her yelling became 
pleading as she looked at the three men, who she used 
to order about, gazing at her almost naked body.

"Now stop, look I won’t say anymore about this just 
stop, I think you know that I eerrr," not one of them 
was listening to her pleadings as Mark said, "You’d 
think wearing little pants like that she would trim 
herself, shame to see hair just whisping out, nice 
though it is," she stared at them as Robert said, 
"Maybe, it would be nice, as colleges you understand, 
if we did it for her, it wouldn’t be a problem my razor 
is in my room."

Fraser slapped him on the back, "Then go get it," as 
Robert made for the door, Bernadette screamed at him, 
"For god sake Robert no, don’t, you can’t," but she was 
too late he was out and the door was closing.

She was brought back to the others when she felt her 
hairs being played with, she looked at Fraser as her 
pulled at the hair sticking out from the side of her 
pants, "Get your hands off me, both of you untie me 
now, I demand aaahhhh," she cried out as the two men 
laughed, each one plucking a hair from her cunt.

She started to cry as Robert came back; even through 
her tears she could see his razor, scissors and a can 
of shaving foam, a last futile, "Noooo," came from her 
mouth as Mark grabbed the scissors and cut the two side 
ribbons of her pants and ripped the little triangle of 
material from her body.

She lay there naked, she could see the lust in their 
eyes; Mark looked her up and down, smiling at her, "God 
your fucking gorgeous," Robert pushed him away, "I’ll 
give you that, now lets shave the cookie pot and do 
some gorgeous fucking," he smiled in to Bernadette’s 
face as he snapped the scissors before lowering them to 
her cunt, she squealed as she felt the cold blades 
start on her curly bush of hairs.

She begged and pleaded with them to stop, but as all 
she heard were crude remarks, "Oh you made a curl like 
Elvis," or, "You’ve missed a bit here let me hold it 
for you," as fingers pulled he hairs up for Mark to 
cut.

She jumped as she felt the cold foam hit her, then the 
scrap of the razor on her most private parts, she was 
unable to stop the tears, "Aaaahhh, Bernie’s crying, 
don’t you worry we will lick them off for you," Robert 
smiled at her, "After we’ve all licked something else."

"There how’s that, first time and no nicks, looks good 
enough to eat," Marks positioned himself between her 
legs, eyes stared at Bernadette as his head lowered, 
she groaned as his mouth made contact with her cunt, he 
mimicked her with a long, "mmmmmmmmmm," as his tongue 
snaked up in to her. Her torment was made worse as 
Robert, said, "Left or right," Fraser moved left and 
the two of them went to work on her tits, their tongues 
flicking over her nipples.

Little sobs and moans came from Bernadette’s lips as 
the three men licked and sucked at her body. Hands 
squeezed at her tits as tongues continued to flick at 
the hardening buds and lips pulled them to their 
extended maximum. Fingers played around her cunt, a 
tongue darted over her clit and round the flesh of her 
swollen labia, but her moans were silenced as Mark 
said, "If you two gentlemen will excuse me, I’m going 
to have to fuck this beauty, then you can tie her how 
you like and fuck anything you fancy, but for now."

She made a last plea as she saw Mark drop his trousers 
but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. As he pulled his 
sweater off she felt his cock touch her ankle, he smile 
and moved it over her foot, then he lifted himself on 
to the table, he knelt grinning at her as he picked up 
the jar of goose grease, stuck his cock in it, pulled 
it out and used his hand to smear the grease up and 
down the long hard shaft.

"The times I have thought about this moment, the moment 
I stick it to your cunt." He lowered himself, she 
looked away as she felt his naked hairy legs against 
her soft smooth skin, suddenly she felt his cock-end 
touch her opening; her hips moved trying to escape the 
inevitable rape.

As the meat started to penetrate, sinking in to the 
warm opening, she moaned, Robert grabbed her hair, "You 
know what they say Bernie, if its going to happen lay 
back and enjoy it, well you got a lot of enjoyment 
coming in you for the rest of the day," Mark started to 
move, his hips thrusting, pushing all the way.

Bernadette struggled against the ropes as Mark started 
to drive hard up her, Robert and Fraser stood ether 
side watching, her eyes looked at both of them as her 
head shook left and right. Mark grunted the words, 
"Come on Bernie loosen up and enjoy it," as he thrust 
his cock up in to her as far as it would go.

His hands mauled and squeezed her tits pinching her 
sensitive nipple until she squealed then he bent and 
covered her mouth with his, pushing hard until he hurt 
her enough for her mouth to open, his tongue explored 
the inside, pushing at her tongue the same way his cock 
was pushing at her cunt.

Mark pulled himself up on his arms and stared down at 
the spread-eagled beauty, he had wanted to fuck for a 
long time, so now he was fully concentrating on this 
fucking, pounding in to her watching the bouncing of 
her tits as he forced her body to rock back and forth 
on the table. She could feel he was about to empty 
himself up her, she moaned, "No, no please not up me," 
he gasped the words, "Don’t worry you can’t be knocked 
up," as the first of his juice leaked out, a few more 
hard thrusts and the rest of his juice squirted in to 
Bernadette’s body.

Mark lay for a short while, but he could see the others 
wanted their turn at her. He pulled out and slid back 
off the table, he put his hand round the base of his 
cock and slid it up taking the smear of cunt juice and 
his semen off, then he went to the head of the table 
and wiped it all over Bernadette’s mouth, he tried to 
push it in, "Something to remember me by," but Robert 
was already pushing him out the way.

"Come on just cause you’ve been up her don’t mean you 
can clear off, now tie her bent over this side of the 
table, legs wide, use this rope and tie her legs to 
each end, wrists tied behind her neck."

It took the three about four minutes to have her bent 
as Robert wanted, he walked round in front of her, her 
hands tied behind her neck, with the rope wound around 
her mouth and neck it took her all her time to breath 
let alone speak, she could only look at the lust in his 
face. 

He looked straight at her as he pulled his clothes off, 
"A little rectum rape is next I think, still it may not 
be rape at all, lets see if I can make you enjoy this," 
he slapped his hard cock on the table opposite her 
face, "Gonna stick this up your ass and from what I’ve 
seen it looks almost virginal tight."

Her eyes widened as what was going to happen to her 
sunk in, she tried to move wiggling and struggling 
which only inflamed Robert more, "Hope you wiggle like 
that while I’m up it," he picked up the goose grease, 
"Reckon I’ll need some of this and you will as well."

Robert repeated the same procedure as Mark but instead 
of rubbing it all over his length he just left the glob 
of grease on the end, he blew her a kiss and walked 
behind her. She moaned and made an effort to lift 
herself up but the feel of Robert's finger pushing at 
her ass-hole forced her to drop back on the table.

"Oh yes this is going to be a tight one, need plenty of 
grease up here." The squeals got louder as Robert 
pushed grease up her ass, working his finger round 
inside her, he slapped her ass hard, "Stop making such 
a fuss, I’m only going to fuck your ass, I don’t think 
it will kill you," remembering the pain of the last 
spanking she stopped, squeezed her eyes tight shut and 
waited for the next violation of her body.

She didn’t have to wait long, she felt the end of 
Roberts cock push at her entrance, "It will be easier 
for you if you just relax, I’m going to fuck you ether 
way," she lay on the table and let him push in, the 
grease made it easier.

Slowly it slid past the opening, then, just a little 
back before another shove drove it further up, the 
movement repeated again and again as his cock invaded 
her, all Robert did was laugh as little whimpers 
greeted every inch he shoved up her.

Soon he was rutting in and out of her, burying himself 
fully up her rectum, as she squealed in agony he lent 
forward and grabbed her elbows and hauled her back off 
the table, he started to ride her like a baying horse, 
all the time she had to listen to him explaining to the 
others the beauty of fucking a tight ass.

He was now brutally fucking her, stretching her hole 
wide as he embedded himself up the shapely woman’s ass, 
her arms dragged back thrusting her tits out as he 
bowed her back, he bent his knees allowing him to drive 
up in to her, Robert was pounding her ass as he felt 
his balls tighten forcing his juice up his meat, with a 
great grunt his cock exploded, spewing its cream in to 
the virgin ass.   

He let go of her arms and grabbed her tits in both 
hands, he held her back, impaling her on to his cock as 
he banged her ass forcing every last drop of seed up in 
to her before he let her drop back on the table, then 
he just stood back to watch her ass-hole slowly shrink.

Robert looked at Fraser, "Which do you want," Fraser 
was taking his clothes off, "I’m going to be greedy and 
have all three," with out another word Fraser walked 
behind the bound woman, gripped her hips and inserted 
himself deep up her ass.

The force of his attack made Bernadette grunt, every 
time he banged in to her he was driving her in to the 
table, he was loving the ah, ah, ah sounds the came 
from behind the rope gag. The way her legs were tied 
allowed him to slide his hands round and feel for her 
bold cunt, pushing his fingers in to the freshly fucked 
hole.

Peeling her cunt lips open he bent his knees and pulled 
out of her ass and slid it up in to her cunt, where he 
continued his assault, fucking her with long slow 
strokes, pushing in to the hilt, then he would pull out 
and push back up her ass.
He did this about four times before he looked over to 
Robert, "Just outside the door there are some green 
rose canes, get me one would you I seem to be a little 
stuck at the moment."

The word cane brought little squealing sounds from 
Bernadette; Robert brought the thin green stick in and 
laid it on the table in eye line with Bernadette, 
Fraser reached over as he drove up her cunt, picked it 
up and tapped it on the table, "Now come on you’ve had 
a spanking before, we have all seen the marks and I bet 
you enjoyed it, shall I find out just how much pain you 
can take," squealing even louder she shook her head.

He pushed his cock deep in to her cunt, "You feel 
that," she grunted and nodded, "All the way in," again 
she nodded, then my little Bernie you have a choice, 
ether all the way down your throat, or past the pain 
barrier and beyond, just wiggle your pretty ass if you 
want to suck cock."

Slowly her ass moved from side to side, "Come on you 
can wiggle better than that or I may think you want me 
to play headmasters on your ass." Her ass started to 
move quickly; he rubbed his hand over the firm round 
globes, "Pity but still there could be another time," 
then he asked Robert to unwind the rope from her mouth.

They left her wrist tied in front of her, untied her 
legs, Fraser sat on the edge of the table, dangling his 
wide spread legs as she stood in between them. He 
played with her tits as she stood silently waiting, 
then he ran his hand up the side of her neck, slid 
round and tugged her head down to his hard wet cock, 
"Go on Bernie taste yourself, and remember all the way 
down," as if to emphasize what he meant he took the 
cane and tapped it on the table.

The other two men admired the beautiful sight of this 
elegant women bent, her ass sticking out, her legs wide 
as ordered, they wanted to make sure they could see 
both her holes, while her mouth was bobbing up and hard 
down on to Fraser’s rigid meat.

The choking sound of her gagging as she pushed the full 
length down her throat was the only sound in the 
kitchen, the two men playing with their semi erect 
cocks waiting to see if she would swallow it all, they 
didn’t have to wait long, soon she started to retch as 
Fraser held her head down in to his lap and jammed his 
flooding cock up in to her mouth.

Fraser pushed her to one side, she slumped back on to 
the table, he looked at her coughing and spitting, 
trying not to be sick, "You want to go back to your 
room?" Bernadette nodded, Fraser told the other two to 
dress and clean up, which didn’t take long, then they 
got her clothes, Fraser dressed then took hold of the 
rope that was fastened to her wrists and pulled, her 
arms jerked forward as she stumbled behind him, 
following like some tethered sheep.

Fraser pulled her through the door of her room, Mark 
dropped her clothes outside, her uniform always had to 
be moved at night, a new one would ether be out or 
brought by cook, Robert shut the bedroom door.

She stood in the middle of the room, "Will you please 
untie me, I have to go to the bathroom," Fraser smiled, 
"I think we will untie you after, tell you what lets 
all go to the bathroom," his grin grew wider, "I like 
to watch." She knew there was little point in arguing, 
she turned and walked to the door the rope from her 
wrists trailing between her legs.

She sat in total humiliation as she relieved herself in 
front of the grinning men, Robert told her to use both 
hands to wipe the drips from her cunt then lick them, 
she glared at him in hateful defiance as she did but he 
just laughed bent and grabbed the rope, pulled her 
fingers from her mouth then yanked her back in to the 
bed room.

Still trying to hold her dignity she calmly said, "Now 
you’ve had your perverted fun with me will you untie 
me?" Mark untied the rope from her wrist, as she rubbed 
the circulation back, Fraser and Robert grabbed her and 
threw her on the bed, held her tight as Mark 
straightened the ropes then jumped on her as well. For 
the next two hours the three men took turns tying her 
in different positions and raping her again and again.

It was six when Mark stood back from her, he had just 
filled her cunt for the second time, he watched as 
Robert held her hair and came in her mouth again, as 
both of them finished Fraser said, "That’s enough, its 
time for you two to go, come on I’ll check you out then 
come back and untie her," with a last look at the cum 
covered beauty tied over the end of her bed, Robert and 
Mark shouted, "Sleep well see you in the morning," she 
could hear them laughing all the way down the stairs.

She was to exhausted to try and pull free, she just lay 
bent over the rail, her wrists tied out to ether side, 
her legs tied to ether foot post, she could feel the 
cum dribbling from her ass and cunt, as she licked at 
the bed clothes trying to rid her mouth of Robert’s 
juice.

She heard the door open and Fraser said, "Well that’s 
them two gone and Miss Bridget won’t be back until 
11pm, what do you want to do?"

Almost losing it Bernadette sobbed, "Please untie me 
and leave me alone, you know who I am, you obviously 
know I can’t fight back and I have never done anything 
wrong to you, yet you have all defiled me, now that’s 
it, you’ve had me so just leave me alone, what do I 
have to do, plead, if that’s what you want then I’m 
pleading you, let me go."

Fraser sat on the bed in front of her and smacked the 
thin green cane down hard, she almost choked as she 
screamed, "No, for god sake no, not that," Fraser 
stared at her with an evil grin, "Why not? You’ve 
waggled that tush of yours around in front of me for 
years, not even looking as though you could give a 
shit, in fact you enjoyed watching me look at you, you 
knew I wanted to fuck you, many a time I’ve seen you in 
your little bikini’s or in just skimpy underwear and 
you deliberately let me see a bit of cleavage or some 
ass cheek, well today I’ve had all your holes and you 
fuck just as I imagined now lets see if you sting how I 
imagined."

As she started pleading he stood and whipped the cane 
threw the air slowly walking behind her smiling as she 
pulled franticly at the ropes, "No, no Fraser no please 
I’m begging, no pleading don’t do it, look I’m sorry if 
my teasing was wrong but don’t do this."

Thwack the first thin line struck home she made a 
pitiful strangled scream only cut short by the second 
strike then the third, the thin red welts were already 
spreading across her ass. 

Her squeals were interjected with pleas, "No, no god 
stop it hurts so much, for Christ sake stop, Ahhhhhh, 
No... ahhhhh, Please stop have 
mercy…aaaahhhoooooweeee."

Fraser watched the eight thin red lines as the burnt 
angrily across her bottom, then walked around, the fear 
in her water filled eyes was just what he was looking 
for, "You sing just as I imagined, why don’t I turn you 
over and do you a matching cunt and tits?" 

She was almost horse from screaming but she managed 
speak through her whimpers, "Look Fraser please no, no 
more for the love of god, don’t hurt me any more. I can 
see you’ve got excited by my torture, your big penis 
is," he slapped the cane down on the bed, "It’s a cock 
you stupid cow."

Bernadette almost screamed as she saw the cane snap at 
her, "Yes, yes it’s a cock, why don’t you let me look 
after it, let me play with it, you can fuck me anyway 
you like and I’ll let you do anything you want, but 
please don’t hurt me."

Fraser bent his face down close to hers, "And if you 
don’t then its back over these rails and I’ll really 
show your ass whose boss."

She sniffled as he untied the ropes that held her arms 
wide and then he pulled her up by her hair, dragged her 
right arm behind her to her left hip. Then her left arm 
behind her to her right hip and tied the rope off 
around her waist.
He rubbed her ass, "Got some cream?" she quietly said, 
"Over in the second draw on the right," he went and got 
it.

He took a great hand full and spread it over her 
stinging ass, "Not as good as goose grease, still you 
always did go for expensive stuff that was crap," he 
rubbed over her ass, then pushed some up her hole 
before working it round between her legs and up her 
freshly fucked cunt.

He untied her legs and made her stand while he 
undressed again, he pulled the bedclothes back and lay 
on the bed, "Come here," he patted the bed, she walked 
over and lay beside him, "I think a nice romantic bit 
of kissing first, you know a sort of hors d’oeuvre 
before your mouth is filled with another main course."

She struggled up to him, he sniggered at the way she 
had to push with her legs, "Sorry about the tying, just 
wanted to give myself free access to that lovely tight 
ass, whether I want to beat it or bugger it, it's 
defenceless and you’d be wise to remember that."

He put his hands behind his head and shoved his 
shoulders in to the pillow, "Hors d’oeuvre first then 
you may feed me you nipples before sucking all that 
muck out of my cock, then just carry on sucking until 
I’m hard again before you have the pleasure of sitting 
on it.

He pretended to yawn, "Then I think you can clean it 
before you prepare me for a good butt fuck, and 
anything else that takes my fancy, like finishing off 
between these lovely tits," his hand slid over and 
pinched a nipple, "There that should pass the time 
quite nicely."

Fraser licked his lips and wiggled his tongue at 
Bernadette; she swallowed and bent her head towards 
his.

It was 10.15 when he untied her, she was exhausted, he 
hadn’t done anything but layback and enjoy her, making 
her fuck him, sucking his cock, licking it and kissing 
the full length plus spending a long time licking under 
his balls.

Then bouncing up and down as he grinned up at her and 
pinched at the hard protruding nipples, occasionally 
pulling her forward so he could suck on them before 
pushing her back to resume her fucking.

After she had cleaned herself off his meat he pushed 
her over him; she had to play her tits all over his 
cock letting them swing so her nipples caressed his 
meat knowing all the time she was doing it, she was 
making it hard so he could gratify his lust for her 
ass.

As he left her laying on the bed he took a piece of 
paper from his pocket, looked at it and picked her 
uniform for the morning, he looked down at her, "You 
will be summoned at 8.15."

At 8.15 she stood in front of Bridget, should she tell 
her, what would be the reaction, get rid of the moaner 
or just ignore, she looked at her daughters face of 
stone and left her sore wrist hidden behind her.

After Bridget dismissed her, she gently walked out 
unknowing her daughter could see how sore her ass and 
cunt must have felt. 

For two weeks she kept herself to herself, Bridget did 
not leave the estate and for some unknown reason 
Bernadette felt safer with her there. She did get 
groped a few times but only once was she caught in an 
upstairs room by Robert and Fraser, they let her go 
after they had pinned her arms behind her, forced her 
to her knees and made her use her mouth on both of 
them.

It was two days after that incident that she was 
summoned to the long room, Allrode and Blount were 
there discussing business, as part of the agreement it 
was also the start of the fortnightly visits and they 
wanted to talk to her alone, just to make sure 
everything was alright, they also wanted to check her 
accommodation, knowing it was pointless arguing 
Bernadette lead them to her room.

She opened the door for them, let them pass then closed 
it, they looked at her, she started, "You know this is 
hell on earth, you know that there are things happing 
here that I could," it was then that Blount’s hand hit 
her face, "You have been told before, you don’t have 
anymore, I could, I want, you are the property of the 
company and we are part of that company."

She was still rubbing the side of her face when Allrode 
handed her a paper, "Just sign, there is no point in 
reading, it makes no difference to your predicament." 

Bernadette scanned the paper, sentences like, I am 
being fed, I am being clothed, I am being treated well, 
I have made no complaint ether written or verbally, I 
am in good health, all fitted together in legal jargon 
filled the page, Bridget had already signed so had the 
two men, it just left a gap for her signature. 

She signed, picked up the paper and handed it back to 
the smug looking Blount, "You bastards fitted me up for 
this, you know I’m being kept under false pretences and 
there’s nothing I can do, you have this legally water 
tight, that’s why you used me, why you both beat me and 
raped me."

Allrode put the paper away and turned back to her, "Oh 
my how could you say such a thing, now be a good girl 
and take your clothes off, its time to do a bit of 
entertaining, part of your job description I believe." 
Bernadette looked at him, "You don’t think for one 
minute, I’m," he took a paddle bat from the case, "You 
still don’t get it do you, no more I’m, now do you want 
to take your clothes off with or without a red sore 
ass?"

Both men moved toward her she backed away until the bed 
stopped her retreat, "Alright, I don’t want to be hurt, 
just stop give me a moment." The two men loved the way 
her voice had gone from demanding to pathetic 
whimpering, they watched her remove her skimpy sexy 
clothes until she stood before them naked apart from 
her black high heels.

Paddle still in his hand Blount walked over to her, he 
squeezed one of her tits, she brought her hand up only 
to have the paddle slap it away, "Put your hands behind 
your back," she did.

She now stood between the two men Allrode was now 
giving her left breast the same pinching, Blount’s hand 
slid down her body until his fingers played around the 
bald slit, "Been having some fun since we last met have 
we," she remained silent.

He tugged at her cunt lips until she cried out, "Tell 
me about it," she felt him rub the paddle over her 
bottom, with a small moan she took a deep breath, 
stared at the window and said, "I was raped by the 
three male workers here, they took me downstairs, 
fucking me after they had tied me to the kitchen table 
then brought me up here and tied me to the bed so they 
could carry on their abuse of me up here."

Blount licked the side of her face, "You missed out the 
bit about them shaving your delicious cunt but at least 
your used to getting fucked up, up here," Allrode 
stopped pinching her nipple and grabbed her jaw sinking 
his thumb in to her mouth, "That’s just perfect for us 
then, get on the bed, kneel on all fours while we give 
you an internal, its important once a fortnight to 
check you out completely."

The two solicitors stayed with Bernadette for over an 
hour, first Blount took her from behind up her cunt as 
Allrode forced his cock in her mouth, then after she 
sucked them off again they sandwiched her, Allrode up 
her cunt and Blount up her ass. They left her on the 
bed, thanked her for her cooperation and said, "See you 
in a fortnight for another internal and remember we 
know where you are at all times," they heard her swear 
at them as they left the room. 

One morning she was waiting for her orders, Robert was 
with Bridget, she had told him there was a delivery of 
timber that day but he would need to go to the trading 
estate and get cross beam brackets as this firm was out 
of them and she wasn’t going to pay the outrages 
delivery charge of this one man firm twice. He walked 
past Bernadette and made a grab for her tits but 
missed, "Nice outfit."

She stood in front of Bridget in a short white pleated 
skirt, dark seamed stocking; you could see the end of 
the suspenders peeking out under the skirt, the usual 
4inch heeled shoes, she shuffled a little because of 
the silly pants, the ones she hated, two triangles 
front and back with elasticised ribbons at the side’s 
and under and what she hated most in her crutch and 
between her cheeks. The words KISS ME on the front and 
BEAT ME on the back added to her humiliation. The top 
was a black thin silk blouse with a low neckline and 
the white centreless bra could be seen clearly, she had 
been ordered to pile her hair on top with a crown 
ponytail.

She looked disgusting but stunning though Bridget never 
looked up from her desk as she said, "You will be 
working round the library and front entrance today, if 
the delivery comes and Robert is not back show them the 
barn and I want the timber unloaded at the far end, 
understand, the other side of the support post."

She nodded, turned and tottered out.

She had a coffee brake around 10.30, she had spoken 
briefly to cook, it wasn’t as friends but she did talk 
a little and at least she didn’t want to rape her.

Bernadette was checking the books in the library when 
she saw the lorry. The peeling and scratched paint work 
didn’t hide the rust and the name Wotten and Son Timber 
merchants ran across the hoist, it was piled high with 
timber slats, so much that it blocked out the light as 
it pulled up in front of the main door.

Her heart sank, as she knew Robert wasn’t back yet and 
she knew what she looked like. Through the window she 
saw the man get out the cab. He was stocky, scruffy, 
unshaven, his work clothes looked like they’d never 
been washed and his hair looked ridiculous, long and 
thin tied back in a tail, even though she could see him 
she still jumped when the doorbell rang.

She went to the door and opened it, he was about to 
speak but the sight of her stopped him, the silence was 
broken by a voice from the cab, "Fucking hell, what 
the," he turned, "Language Bob," he turned back to her, 
"Sorry love, got some timber, were you want it?"

The voice from the cab said, "I know where I’d like to 
put it," Bernadette tried to ignore them, and put on 
her superior voice "In the barn at the lower end past 
the support post, I will show you." 

She took a deep breath and walked past him towards the 
lorry, the lad watched her from the window a voice 
behind her said, "Bob, where’s your manors get down, 
and help the lady in." Bob jumped out. She guessed he 
would be about 19, muscley and as scruffy has his 
father, he grinned at her as she approached the door; 
it was a high cab with one footstep.

The man went around and climbed in the drivers side, 
she put her hand on the rail, her foot on the step and 
went to pull herself up, she felt a hand on her back, 
as she lifted up the hand slid down covering her ass 
before shoving her up wards, as she sat she heard, "I’d 
love to beat it."

Bob climbed up and sat, pinning her between him and his 
father, she tried her best to push back in to the seat 
and cover her legs, the motor roared in to life, he 
patted her leg and said, "Which way love."

She immediately put her hand down to protect her leg, 
"Straight to the bottom," there was a snigger from her 
left, "of the drive, left then sharp right and the 
courtyard entrance to the barn will be on you left 
about 50 yards further on."

The lorry slowly moved down the drive, he started 
talking, "Don’t often get good looking women up in this 
old bucket." She tried to ignore him but Bob joined in, 
"Not dressed as provocatively as this lady," the man 
took the bait, "No, I wouldn’t allow any woman of mine 
to dress that way, men might get the wrong idea."

He put his hand on her knee, "Or the right idea," she 
pushed it away but Bob put his hand on her other knee, 
"Specially as it says BEAT ME in big letters on her 
ass," the lorry turned left, then sharp right, Bob kept 
his hand on her knee much as she tried to move it, she 
turned to him, "Please take your hand off my leg."

The lorry turned left, "Lot of leg showing, seems a 
waste not to touch what’s showing," as the lorry slowed 
in to the court yard she felt a hand on the back of her 
neck pushing her forward, Bob kissed her.

The lorry jerked to a stand still as the hand freed 
her, "How dare you, now just take the timber into the 
far end of the barn and let me out."

Bob was grinning at her as the lorry moved into the 
barn and drove to the bottom end, it just squeezed past 
the supporting post; Bob was taunting her, "You got a 
nice mouth lady, kiss a lot do you, looking like you do 
bet you get a lot of offers," she was getting flustered 
as the wagon stopped and the motor died the hand came 
back behind her head holding her, Bob lunged for 
another kiss.

Bernadette brought her hand up to fend him off but it 
was grabbed from behind and twisted up her back, Bob 
pulled off as she squealed in pain. The man ignored her 
scream as he looked over to his son, "If it says BEAT 
ME on the back of her pants, wonder what it says on the 
front?"

Bob looked at his father, Bernadette went to speak but 
another twist of her arm made her squeal, "Come on son, 
get your hand up her skirt, cop a handful, have a free 
feel up between her legs, she can’t stop you."

Unable to stop him Bernadette watched him lift the 
pleated white skirt, "Fucking hell you wont believe it 
but it says, KISS ME," she yelled at them to stop, to 
leave her alone, but they weren’t listening as the man 
said, "Then lets do what the lady wants, hang on to 
her, I’ve an idea," as Bob held her wrists and pinned 
her back in to the cab, the man jumped out.  

The whirring noise of the hoist filled the barn, Bob 
pulled her towards the door, she was yelling, 
screaming, pleading as he stepped down pulling her down 
across the seat, suddenly the two white bands of the 
hoist straps dropped down the side of the cab, holding 
her wrist with one hand he fed them through the loop 
and held as the hoist pulled back up dragging her up 
and out of the cab, her legs kicking for a footing but 
touching nothing.

She daggled at the side of the cab, the hoist then 
moved her forward, by now she was begging them to stop 
but nether of them were interested in what she wanted. 
Bob kept waving his hands so his father could manoeuvre 
her in between to pallets that were on the floor, "Hold 
it, that will do," she hung there about a foot off the 
ground as both men walked around her. 

The man put his hand on her thigh, she went to kick at 
him, but Bob was ready, he brought his hand back and 
smacked her ass hard, she yelled out then he hit her 
again, "Your ass says BEAT ME," she started to blubber, 
"Please don’t, just let me down, I’ll go, I’ll say 
nothing, please don’t hurt me, I don’t like being 
hurt," he stung her ass again.

"Then you shouldn’t wear things that invite a beating 
and you should not try and kick people, are you going 
to stop kicking," another hard slap on the back of her 
thighs brought a, "Aaaaahhh, I wont kick, please stop," 
from Bernadette’s sobbing mouth.

She just hung there as both men ran the hands up and 
down her thighs then under her little skirt and over 
her ass. The man came round and lifted the front of the 
skirt, "It says KISS ME so lets have a look," his rough 
filthy hands grabbed at the side of the triangle of 
cloth and pulled sideways revealing her cunt, "Oh yes, 
oh fucking yes, she shaven, that’s nice, now lady 
spread your legs I’m up for that kissin."

A small whimpered, "Oh god no," heralded the slow 
opening of her legs, he bent and kissed at the naked 
flesh, his tongue slipped across the opening, he stood 
back, "Hoist her up a bit more, I’ll tell you when to 
stop."

The motor of the hoist purred as she felt herself 
lifting higher, as she rose he pulled her pants down, 
then her skirt they fell off her legs on to the ground. 
He let her lift until he was facing her cunt, "Stop," 
he looked up at her, "Put your legs on my shoulders, it 
will take the weight off your arms."

Hanging helpless she lifted her knees, he slid under, 
put his hands on her ass and pulled her cunt in to his 
mouth, Bob climbed down and stood behind running his 
fingers in to her ass crack, poking at her defenceless 
puckered hole making her cunt push and twist in to his 
father mouth. 

He must have sucked, licked and kissed her cunt for 
six, seven minutes when Bob said, "Come on lets fuck 
her I’m getting a fucking stork on, I want to use my 
dick on her not my finger."

His father pulled back and let her legs fall forcing 
her to swing, her lovely long stocking clad legs waved 
provocatively in front of them, her bold cunt looked 
adorable, "Sorry love, I was enjoying that still with 
my tongue up your cunt I bet you were to, anyway he is 
right it is time to fuck you," he looked over to Bob, 
"Get two lengths of rope."

They tied one length to one ankle and the same to the 
other; then Bob lowered her until she could just touch 
the ground before fastening one ankle to a pallet then 
spreading her legs wide he tied off the other ankle to 
the other pallet, he nodded to Bob who pulled her up 
until she was stretched up and wide, she cried out, "It 
hurts please stop it hurts," the man smiled at her, 
"Its supposed to that’s what makes you do as your told, 
now lets have a play with this gorgeous cunt."

She watched him as he removed his jeans then pulled his 
cock from his pants, he held it in his hand and moved 
towards her, Bob had done the same behind her. First 
thing she felt was Bob's stiff cock between her legs 
before his hands pushed her blouse up and his hands 
closed around her tits. The bra had no centre so he 
closed his fingers trapping her nipples.

The man now stood in front of her, he ripped open her 
blouse exposing his sons hands mauling her tits, "Well 
leave us one to suck," she felt Bobs hand leave her 
left breast and watched the man bend and take her 
nipple in his mouth.

As he sucked nosily on her nipple his hand went between 
her legs allowing his fingers to pull her cunt lips 
apart, without letting her nipple go he grunted, bent 
himself between her legs, guided himself in to her slit 
and started to push.

Much as she squirmed and tried to move her hips she 
couldn’t stop them. Her torture was complete as she 
felt Bob pushing in to her ass, his hands gripped her 
waist as he pulled himself up in to her, his father 
slid in to her cunt, both men pushed at the squealing 
female until they had buried their cocks up to the hilt 
deep inside the beautiful woman.

The man pulled off her tit and started to bang hard up 
in to her, he looked at her, "While my cocks having a 
lot of fun with your cunt lets you and me get back to 
the kissing, my son reckons you have a soft sucking 
mouth so I want it sucking on mine and I want your 
tongue, understand, lots of your tongue."

The stubble on his face scrapped her chin as he mashed 
his face against hers, his mouth on her nipple was 
replaced by the pinching fingers of Bob as he pulled 
and twisted on them while he drove hard up in to her 
ass, the man held her face between his large grubby 
hands pulling her face on to his, his tongue searched 
her mouth and poked at her tongue, she was forced to do 
the same to him as his cock pounded in to her bald 
cunt.

Bernadette’s arms and legs screamed out in agony the 
men were shaking her violently and her feet kept 
slipping of the pallets, the ropes bit in to her 
ankles, she tried to protest but he kept her mouth 
covered with his as they began pumping her franticly 
she was being fucked harder then she had ever been 
abused before.

Both of them were about to cum and she could do nothing 
to prevent them. There was a rush of hot cum shooting 
in to her ass as Bob squeezed her tits hard pulling at 
them as his cock exploded inside her, her hips were 
convulsing as the man drove hard and deep, he almost 
sucked her tongue out of her head as he dumped a huge 
amount of his juice up in to her cunt.

The man pulled his face away from hers and looked at 
her all the time pumping himself in and out draining 
the last drops in to her, then he pulled out, "Must be 
something wrong with you, you dress up like your 
gagging for it then you don’t even get wet when you get 
a good fucking," he stuck two fingers up her sore cunt 
and scooped some of his cum out, "Open your mouth," she 
was to tired to fight, her lips parted and he rammed 
his cum coated fingers in between them.

Both men pulled their jeans back on, "Take her down, we 
got this load to shift, get me some more rope."

As Bernadette was lowered she crumbled to the floor, 
the man dragged her arms behind her and tied her 
wrists, they untied he from the pallets and took her to 
the support post, made her kneel with her back to it 
and tied her ankles behind it then her neck to a rope 
and the rope to the post, then walked back to the lorry 
and started to use the hoist on the timbers.

Bernadette knelt at the post, she could feel the filth 
that had been deposited up her ooze out of her holes; 
she felt disgusted and used but worst of all helpless 
at being used by any man.

She heard him say, "Right Bob that’s the lot, we ready 
to go," Bob coughed and spat before saying, "Guess so, 
what about her?" She heard them walking toward her.

Both men stood in front of her, "You want us to untie 
you, you can walk back, don’t need another ride do 
you?" Bernadette shook her head, "Good, then we’ll be 
gone then, oh just before we do, open your mouth wide," 
she looked up at his grinning face.

"Please leave, just untie me and leave," he bent a 
grabbed her top crown ponytail and pulled her up to a 
full kneeling position, she screamed as he jerk her 
head, "When I say open your mouth, its an order not a 
request."

With her eyes watering from the pain she had no choice 
but to open her mouth, "That’s it, now lets just see 
how much of a sucking mouth you really have," his left 
hand undid his jeans, he let them drop to his knees, he 
dug his cock out from his pants and slipped it in to 
the open mouth.

Bernadette gagged trying to open her throat as he 
pushed in to it, he laughed and looked at Bob, "Just 
look at her fuck me with her mouth, that’s how you make 
a woman gag for it," he looked down at her, "Now you 
want me and him to go then you better do a good job, 
plenty of sucky, sucky and lots of active tongue 
because when you’ve swallowed mine you got him to do 
and swallow, so get busy."

Bernadette’s head bobbed around the cock as it stuck in 
her throat, she moved franticly trying to breath round 
it, he was enjoying her convolutions as her throat 
spasmed around his hard cock milking it in to her.

Holding her hair he pushed her head back against the 
post making sure she had no escape as he pushed harder, 
he wanted his full length in her mouth, he was 
determined to have his hairs up her nose before he 
pumped himself down her throat.

Mercifully for Bernadette, he came quickly, pulling 
back just enough for her to swallow his second load. 
After wiping his filthy cock on her face he moved to 
allow Bob to take his place, Bob was a little less 
forceful but she still had to deal with another long 
mouth fucking and a mouth full of filth.

As Bob pulled out his father bent and pushed the little 
driblets that had oozed from her mouth back in between 
her lips, and made her suck it off his fingers, as she 
did he told Bob to untied her wrists she could do the 
rest herself, he smiled at her as he moved his hand 
down, squeezed and mauled her tits while her wrist were 
freed.

The stench of the diesel filled the barn as the lorry 
pulled out. Bernadette untied the rest of the knots and 
stood, she could see her pants and skirt, so she 
carefully dressed her abused body and headed for the 
house, as she past the rose garden she made up her mind 
to tell Bridget.

She pushed open the oak doors and headed for the long 
room, as she got close to the door, she heard Bridget 
and Fraser, suddenly she realised what was being said 
as the words, "So they wavered the delivery monies, oh 
well that’s a saving of nearly 200, good," Bridget 
laughed, "A bit more towards 84000 I suppose," 
Bernadette stifled a cry, turned and went upstairs to 
her room.

The rest of the week was hectic. The three men worked 
every hour to fit out the barn ready for the Asia 
party, cook had all the details and Bernadette had her 
duties in arranging the house, even her uniforms were a 
little more acceptable, that was until the Tuesday 
before the Saturday do.

She knew the big man from Asia, a Mr. Sawang, was 
coming that evening and she was to serve drinks and be 
involved in dinner but the uniform left little to the 
imagination. A backless white halter-top, with a large 
looped gaping front, showed most of her cleavage. Very 
short black pleated skirt, black heavy lace hold up’s, 
five inch black patent ankle strap heels and 
transparent black lace pants, Mr. Sawang couldn’t take 
his eyes of her.

The evening seemed to go well, she was dismissed and 
returned to her room. She was looking out the window 
when she saw Bridget and Mr. Sawang leave; Mr. Sawang's 
chauffeur drove them both away. 

She read for a while and was about to turn out the 
light when there was a knock on the door, "Yes who is 
it?" Cook answered, "It's me with your tomorrow's 
uniform." 

Bernadette pulled her self from her bed, she only had a 
little nighty on so she opened the door but stayed 
behind it, she just thrust her arm around to take the 
clothes, click a metal bracelet locked around her 
wrist, she pulled but nothing she looked round the door 
only to see a cuff on her wrist, the three men staring 
at her and cook rushing down the passage, "Good evening 
Bernie."

Mark pushed and bundled her back in to her bedroom; 
Fraser and Robert followed locking the door. Robert had 
another pair of handcuffs he had taken from a bag and 
grabbed at her right wrist locking the bracelet on, as 
he did she was being dragged back to her bed her arms 
pulled up and the other end of each cuff clicked on to 
the bed rail.

As Fraser grabbed her ankles Mark tied them together 
then looped the rope over the end rails pulling her 
legs down and straight, Robert looked at the struggling 
beauty, "While the cats away the mice will play."
She thrashed and pulled but inside she knew she had no 
chance of escape, what hurt her most was that cook was 
in on it, she had betrayed her and now the men could do 
what ever they wanted to her, again.

Bernadette closed her eyes as she saw Marks hand go to 
the bottom of her nighty, she waited for the rip as 
they stripped her, but he just pulled it down, covering 
her, she opened her eyes to see Fraser taking a wide 
plastic tube from the bag and giving Robert a bottle 
and a jar.

The three men climbed on the bed, surrounding her, Mark 
held her head as Robert pulled her nose viciously and 
then forced his thumb on to her jaw, her mouth was held 
open, Fraser approached with the tube.

He looked down at the terrified woman, "Now just 
pretend it’s a fat cock sliding down your throat, so 
relax and swallow and I won’t hurt."

She tried desperately to push at the invading tube with 
her tongue but she was no mach for Fraser and he slid 
it over her tongue and down in to her gullet, "Just 
breath through your nose and relax, I’ll pour slowly 
but I will empty the file."
He lifted the lip of the file and slowly poured down 
the white creamy mixture, Bernadette, her eyes wide 
with fear felt the mixture going in to her stomach. 
Fraser finished but waited until all the cream and slid 
out in to her.

The tube was slowly brought out as Bernadette coughed, 
"What are you doing to me," Fraser got off the bed as 
the others let her go, "Just a little more and then 
your done, alright Robert," Mark lifted her nighty up 
and pulled her pants to one side, Robert daubed a 
little of the cream from the jar on to his finger and 
than ran it round her cunt lips, put it away and wiped 
his fingers with a wet wipe. The three men took cans of 
drink from the small bag and relaxed back on the bed, 
each one raised a can, winked and said, "Cheers."

Mark took and swig, "So where did you get it," Fraser 
was in mid drink when he stopped, "The china mans 
chauffeur, told me all about it, what it does and how 
to administrate it, which I think I did very well, 
anyway his boss gets it, bloody expensive, highly 
illegal and lots of fun, so we’ll see."

Robert laughed, "Not as easy as putting her birth 
control pills in her food," they all laughed, but when 
they stopped Bernadette was giggling to.

"Ha, ha, oohhheeee, phuffffff, ha oh Fraser what ya 
doin, Frasy baby pphhhhffff ha, come on Marky untie me, 
it hurts and you don’t want to hurt me do you, I nooooo 
what you-who want, you want to fuck me," the three men 
looked at each other as Fraser said, "It would seem 
seeing is believing."

Mark looked at her as he untied her feet, "So I want to 
fuck you do I," she giggled and laughed, "Oooohh don’t 
tickle my feet that would drive me wild and I would 
have to let you do anything you liked to me to stop 
you," Mark stopped and retied them but this time he 
pulled her feet under the top rail and tied them to it, 
and started tickling.

Bernadette laughed and screamed as Mark tickled the 
soles of her feet. The men watched as she thrashed 
around in her bounds the clattering of the cuffs as she 
pulled at them but Mark wouldn’t stop he just carried 
on, she was screaming, "No, no stop you naughty man, 
ha, ha phwwweee, no,ho,ho, stop it oooo, no more, 
anything but this pleasseesss no."

Mark looked at the squirming woman, "Anything, describe 
anything," she carried on giggling as he slowly tickled 
over her toes, "You know,ooww, you want me to let you 
phhhuuuuufffffuck me, fuck me in my hot,tatata horny 
cunt, you all want to use my mouth, have it sucking 
your fatty meaty cockies all the way down my 
phhhhhroat, I know,o,o all three of you want me, you 
can’t get enough of me, you want to use me you little 
shits, you want your hands all over me, playing with my 
tits, fingering my cunty, come on then big boys, do me, 
my cunts on fire, untie me, let me sit on your cocks 
you bastard fuckers, just untie me lets have you 
fucking me."

Mark untied her feet as Robert got the key and unlocked 
the cuffs; she immediately leapt up and knelt facing 
the men. With one swift movement the nighty was off and 
thrown at Fraser the first thing the men noticed was 
the length of her nipples as she moaned and groaned, 
rolling and pulling at them with her fingers, they must 
have been half an inch long and thick, the little bumps 
in her areolas looked fierce and a deeper pink then 
they remembered.

Her eyes glistened, her mouth pouted, her tongue licked 
over it, then to their amazement she pulled a nipple up 
to her mouth, she looked at them giggling like a school 
girl, then her tongue flicked at the huge nipple, as 
she parted her knees her other hand slid down and 
started to plunge a finger in to her moist cunt, they 
could see the slit was already wetting her probing 
finger. 

Still giggling she bent forward and looked at the three 
men, "Come over here Marky, stick your long cock in my 
mouth, I want to suck the cum right out the end while I 
get my cunt hot and ready for Fraser’s thick dick."

Mark moved towards the giggling, squealing woman, he 
stood in front of her as she grabbed at the side of his 
pants and pulled them down, wrapping her mouth 
immediately around his cock as she started sucking.

Robert looked over to Fraser, "We couldn’t even get her 
wet last time we fucked her now look at her, what is 
that stuff?"

Fraser was busy ripping his trousers off, "It’s a 
blocker, some kind of drug that blocks out all 
inhibitions and increases the sex drive, mentally she’s 
a spaced out sixteen year old nypho, the cream on her 
cunt continually simulates her, the china man said she 
could go all night."

Robert was taking his trousers off, "I just bloody hope 
we can." 

Bernadette slid her mouth off Marks cock and grabbed it 
in her left hand her tongue snaked over the head as she 
tickle his cock end, she looked at the other two, "This 
is my idea of a Popsicle," then she took a long lick up 
the full length, "Come on Frasey baby time to drill my 
cunt, I’m hot and you better be fucking good and I mean 
fucking."

She waggled her ass as her mouth ploughed back over 
Marks cock, Fraser moved round the bed, held her hips 
and drove himself in to the sopping wet cunt, she 
ground herself back in to him and moved her ass up and 
down as her mouth descended deep on to the cock that 
was stuck in it.

Both men slammed in to her as she groaned and squealed, 
every so often taking Marks cock out of her mouth and 
urging them to fuck her faster, then she stopped them, 
called to Robert, "Come on I’ve got three holes, you 
can all fuck so why waste time, within twenty seconds, 
Robert was on his back on the bed, Bernadette straddled 
over him, Fraser buried up her ass and Mark leaning 
back against the wall his cock being sucked down her 
hungry throat. 

They fucked her like that for ages then she sucked 
their cocks clean, seeing which one she could arouse 
first. The men had no choice her mouth sucked and 
licked as her fingers played and tickled their asses 
and balls, soon they were fucking her again and she was 
just as demanding.

They had all fucked her at least three times but she 
wanted more, Fraser went to the kitchen to get a 
cucumber and he fucked her with it while they had a 
rest or her searching hands could pump them hard again.

She finally collapsed about three in the morning, 
Fraser was the first to say, "Thank god" as he covered 
her over, Mark said, "She can wash the cum of herself 
in the morning," Robert found her uniform, "If she’s in 
any fit state in the morning." 

8AM and the three men dragged themselves through the 
long room's door only to see her standing in front of 
Bridget waiting for them. As they joined the line they 
looked at her, she looked fantastic, her face was 
radiant and they were sure her tits looked bigger. 

She had on what could only be described as a 
cheerleaders uniform with out the writing, the one 
thing they did notice was she never said a word and 
looked solemn.

She was quite all day, never said a word; none of the 
men made a move on her.

The following day she was back to being the domestic 
and keeping out of the way and that’s how it was up to 
the party night.

Mr. Sawang arrived at about seven, he brought some 
other members of his board, if you count Fraser, 
Bridget, the two solicitors and Bernadette there was 
about fourteen in the newly floored barn, people just 
chatted, ate and drank, Bernadette in another short 
sexy uniform made sure glass’s were kept full. 

Blount approached Bernadette, it must have been about 
nine, "Bernie here’s my car keys get the red box from 
the boot, you know my car, the Red Roller," Bernadette 
took the keys and went out to the car port.

As she bent to unlock the boot and hand grabbed her 
round the mouth and pulled her back, for a brief second 
she caught site of the chauffeur before a fist slammed 
in to her stomach, she bent only to be dragged back.

The hand over her mouth now lifted slightly pulling at 
her nose, her mouth dragged open, she felt the tube 
going in as she panted for air, soon the liquid 
followed, much as she struggled the container emptied 
and the feeling swept over her.

She was already giggling when the hand slid her pants 
to one side and she could feel the coolness of the 
cream on her cunt lips.
The party goers watched as she returned laughing and 
giggling between the two oriental gentlemen, she was 
trying to kiss them but they walked her over to Mr. 
Sawang and let her go, she immediately draped herself 
over him, ran her leg up the side of his and whispered 
in his ear, "You wanna fuck me." 

For the next two hours Bernadette worked her way 
through Mr. Sawang's board, taking them individually or 
in twos anyway they wanted her, they had her.
Bridget watched her mother fuck all the men amazed at 
how enthusiastically she did them all, Mr. Sawang 
enjoyed her twice, once in her mouth, once up her ass.

The chauffeur approached Mr. Sawang with a red case; he 
took it and approached Bridget, "Thank you for lovely 
evening and fine entertainment, the deal acceptable, 
but only if to include Bernie."

Bridget thought it over for at least ten seconds, "Yes, 
I don’t see why not, it’s a deal," she went to shake 
his hand, he bowed, "But only if she as good with lady 
as with men."

Bridget thought, how was she to prove to him she’s good 
with cunts as well as cocks, she looked at her mother 
as she swallowed another load of cum, "Bernie come over 
here."

Bernie looked over to Bridget, stood and giggled her 
way across the floor, her naked large tits, covered in 
male juice swaying in front, the freshly growing cunt 
hair glistened with the same sticky juice, she stood in 
front of Bridget.
Bridget pulled her skirt up, "Bernie suck my cunt and 
make me cum" Bernadette dropped to her knees, dragged 
the pants to one side and ran her tongue along the 
slit.

Fraser had to hold Bridget up as Bernadette licked and 
sucked at the gash, her tongue drove up then worked its 
way to the nub and danced over it, Bridget’s knees open 
as she writhed and drove her hips in to the hungry 
mouth until she could hold back no longer and spurt her 
juice in to her mothers sucking mouth.

Bridget pulled herself together as Bernadette found 
another cock to sit on while opening her mouth for 
anyone else to use.
Mr. Sawang allowed Bridget to compose herself before he 
returned to her, "Very fine display, Bernie will do 
good for us in my country," Bridget looked at him, "As 
a what?" 

He looked nervously at her, "You think she may run 
away? She not like me."

Bridget smiled, "She has a homing devise planted in 
her, we know where she is at all times."

He smiled, "You good business woman you know what 
potential buyers want and beautiful sexy western lady 
be good way of fixing deals, we feed her drug, she do a 
lot of sucking it will be her job to satisfy customers, 
together you and me, we make lot of money.

Bridget extended her arm and they shook, she smiled at 
him as she said, "Well I suppose so, It’s a job, but 
someone's got to do it."

Pagan. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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