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The Waitress Ch. 2

By: goldsssnake



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Thanks to Connie the Cunt for giving me ideas for this story. I dedicate its continuation to her and her cunt :-)

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"Now she won't need a rise in salary!"- said Sam making mock of Ashley. She knew this was going to happen, and she hated it. The other girls were looking at her now with a sarcastic smile, and she knew things would never be the same again.

"See? It's easy!" - said Trish.

"Shut up... I feel awful"

"But you liked it, didn't you? I know you did. He's got a hell of a cock"

She thought about that. She had to admit she had never felt so much pleasure before.

In fact, what other men had given her, including her ex husband, was nothing compared to the wild sensations Harry provoked in her.

"Yes, I liked it. Are you happy now?"

The mere thought of Harry's portentous cock pumping inside her made her feel shivers.

The worst thing was that just thinking of his cock made her wet again. 

*****

"Alright, Mrs. Thropp. I'll take this partial payment, and I'll wait until Friday night for you to cover the rest. Be aware that there will be no reimbursement if you aren't able to cover all of the debt"

"Please, Mr. Sanders, I need more time... Friday is too soon for another $ 1,000 dlls"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Thropp, that is all I can do for you"

******

Thursday night, Ashley was frantic, waiting for Harry's trailer to come. It was an agony to see the trucks coming, but not Harry's. The other drivers had given her some $ 300 dlls. more in all of the week, but it was still not enough. And she just refused to swallow their cum, which meant they weren't very grateful after the frolicking.

Finally, Harry's truck parked outside Sam's. She sighed in relief. The big man came in, and took a table near the entrance.

Ashley rushed to take his order.

"Hello, pretty pussy... How's my little slut tonight? You look beautiful, baby"- he said, looking at her very provocatively. She blushed again. 

"I'm fine. No, not so fine. I'm glad to see you"

"Why not so fine?"

"Nevermind. Please go out with me tonight"

He was amused by her directness.

"I like that, baby, that you ask me for a date. I have a big hard on already. Remember how big it felt inside you?"

She blushed again.

"Come here, pussy, near me"

She did. He grabbed her pussy from behind, below her waitress skirt, and grabbed it hard.

"What are you doing!"- she said, alarmed.

"I'm doing what I want, and you will consent to anything I say, pussy"

"Please don't do that. I'll be good..."

"Yes you will be good. I know that. You are my little slut and you'll be very obedient tonight. Is that right, pussy?"

By then, everybody was watching them, his hand on her crotch; everybody pretending they were doing their business, but actually not missing a move of what was happening.

"I asked you a question, baby"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Please..."

"Say it, I am your little slut and I will be very obedient tonight"

"Please..."

"If you don't say it I'm going to fuck you right now over the table, pussy"

"No! I... I am your little... slut..."

He grabbed her twat harder.

"Say it all, pussy"

"Please, you're hurting me"

"Say it, pussy, or I'll fuck you right here"

"I... I am your little slut... and I will be obedient tonight with you..."

"VERY obedient"

"Very obedient. Please let go... Everybody's watching"

"You like to be treated roughly, Ashley. I made you wet..."

He let her go. Goddammit! He was right... She was very wet!! What was happening to her?

"Bring me my coffee, pussy. I'll be in the cabin. Trish told me you need $ 1000 dlls for tomorrow. I'll give them to you if you go stark naked to the cabin, except for the shoes"

"Please. I can't do that"

"Yes you can. I'll give you even more. But you'll do as I say. You'll do anything I ask you to do... and your son will be able to go to school..."

Goddamned Trish!! She had told him everything, the bitch!!

"Please..."

"Well, then I'll have to see who will please me tonight." - Harry said casually, then he shouted: - "Hey Betty, can you be with me tonight?"

"No! Please. Please don't call her..."- But Betty soon came to the table.

"Sure, baby. I'd love to be with you and that big whopper you have..." - said Betty playfully.

"Please..."- Ashley was in panic.

"Will you do as I say, Ashley? To anything I ask you to do tonight?"

There were tears in her eyes when she answered, and she was sheepishly looking at the floor.

"Yes"

"You're a slut, Ashley" - said Betty. "Never look at us again as if you were superior, because you're just a piece of shit. You're a slut..."

She was crying when Harry grabbed her crotch even more roughly.

"Yes you are a slut, so don't cry. You are soaped wet now down there! How do you explain that, cunt" - he said.

God, it was true! She was soaking wet now.

"I tell you, Ashley, you like to be dominated, and I'll show that to you tonight. When you go to the cabin, you'll go stark naked except for the shoes. These shoes..." - he

took a pair of black high heel shoes, very high, the kind used by hookers. "There, baby, these are the right shoes for you now that you're realizing what you really are"

She was crying for the humiliation and degradation he was putting her through, but at the same time very hot for being treated this way. He grabbed her pussy hard again, under her skirt..

"These shoes and nothing else, do you understand, pussy?"

She heard herself saying yes. 

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She went to the dressing room and took off her clothes. She could not believe in what she was about to do. I'm doing it for the money only, she repeated to herself countless times. "Yes, but you are soaking wet and you can't help it, you bitch" an inner voice told her.

All naked, then she put on the high heel shoes, breathed deeply, and with little hesitation now, she went out of the dressing room and into the night. She was very conscious of the truck drivers whistling at her and shouting obscenities at her. This was making her terribly self- conscious but extremely horny and excited at the same time. A bit wobbly, because the high heels were really very high, but she managed to look gorgeous and sexy, naked in the parking lot, with nothing but the high heel shoes on...


She found the cabin's door closed, and had to ask Harry to let her in.

Harry took his time, and meanwhile told her how she was going to be treated tonight.

Roughly, just as she liked it, he explained.

"Please, let me in" - she begged.

Finally he let her step into the cabin.

"You got a gorgeous body, pussy, you know that? You should be a hooker, really"

She blushed again. 

"Get rid of the shoes, little bitch, and get on all fours, cos I'm going to fuck you in the ass tonight"

Anal sex was not unknown to her, but the thought of his monstrous cock inside her bowels made her tremble in panic.

"No, please, I can't do that. You'll hurt me terribly..."

"Yes I'll hurt you, and you're going to love every inch of it in your ass, baby. You'll even beg for more..."

"I won't do that"- she said defiantly.

"Yes you will. Get in all fours now"

"I won't!"

"Then get out of my truck at once! And tell Betty to come..."

She started to cry again.

"Please... I'll do it..."

"You're making me angry, bitch. Now you'll have to beg for it... or else get out and go. And never ask me to have a date with you again!"

"Please... I'll do it. Please let me stay"

"Get out!"

"But why... I am begging... Please let me stay..."

"On your knees, you little cunt"

"Please. Don't make me do that. I'll never be able to look at myself in the mirror again"

"I said on your knees, bitch!"

Crying, she fell to her knees, and implored.

"Please let me stay. I'm sorry I made you angry. I'll be good"

"That's better, baby. That's my sweetheart" - he switched to fake tender mode, and she loved it. She sighed in relief and almost wanted to kiss his boots. She was startled by her own thought. 

... And he thought the same. He took our his boots and said:

"Kiss my feet repeatedly and ask for forgiveness, cunt"

She felt incredibly turned on by this command. She did as ordered, and felt her pussy lips very irritated with sexual tension.

"Get on all fours, Ashley. Now. And open your ass cheeks with your hands"

She did as ordered. She started to breath heavily, wildly turned on by now.

"You like it the rough way, eh? You're a little bitch, honey. And I'm helping you discover who you really are. You're going to love me more than you have ever loved, and you'll beg me to be rough on you. You should feel pity for yourself, because I'm going to give you pain and humiliation... and you will love it..."

While saying all this, he was grabbing her cunt roughly again, now naked for him, and Ashley started to moan out of control. He then slapped his cunt a few times, hard, and grabbed her hard again there. She came in his hand, moaning wildly.

He then started kissing and licking and sucking her asshole, until she felt like coming again. 

"Oh no, not yet. You have no self- control at all. You need to be disciplined, bitch"

He took a jar of jelly and put a lot of it in her asshole. Then he inserted two fingers in the tight hole, and probed it in all directions. She started to moan wildly again, this time shaking her hips involuntarily.

"No control at all. You're like a little baby. You need to be disciplined" - he said.

He shook his fingers inside her ass very violently, but she was even more turned on by it. By then she had been reduced to be a moaning sex fiend. 

He took his enormous cock out and went inside her anus in a very rough way, and Ashley cried in pain and tried to escape, but he pulled her by the hair with one hand and by the hips with the other hand. She cried and tried to escape, but he then slapped her ass cheeks hard and ordered her to stay still. 

"Next time you do that I'm going to spank you real hard, you won't be able to sit in a month! Understand, bitch?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry. You scare me" - she started to cry again and even talked baby- like.

"I won't, baby, but you have to be a good girl with Daddy. Ok, honey? And I'll be sweet with my little girl..."

"Yes, please!"

"Please, Daddy. Say it, baby"

"Please... Daddy" - she heard herself saying.

He went all the way up into her tight ass with a savage movement, and little drops of blood appeared around Ashley's asshole. She howled in pain. Now all of that formidable cock was inside her bowels, and made her feel a strong need to take a shit. He started to pump in and out of her tight ass making her see stars even with her eyes closed. Now her fingers were clinched in the pillow even much tighter than the other night because the pain was bigger... but soon left place to the more intense sexual pleasure she had ever felt. 

The feel of his pulsating, huge cock pumping inside her tight asshole was delicious. She didn't know such a big pleasure existed. She had only been taken anally a few times before, and his ex husband had a little dick that never could make her feel filled as only Harry could. Now she wanted to be torn apart, and her hips were involuntarily swaying, trying to impale herself even more in Harry's cock.

She started to beg for an even rougher treatment, and he pleased her, hitting her ass cheeks even harder with each thrust. His long and thick dong completely disappearing inside Ashley's asshole was an extremely exciting view. He then started to fondle her big ( though a bit sagging ) breasts, and she couldn't help coming strongly. She heard herself begging for more. Harry took his cock out, and the huge penis left Ashley's anus wide open with a pop. Now Ashley's anus looked like a crater. He fucked her ass with his tongue then, while she begged for his cock to come back into her ass.

He sucked her open asshole very hard and fast, and then put all of his hand inside. His hand disappeared up to the wrist inside her asshole. Then he started to fuck her ass with his fist inside. She was moaning wildly and came again. When he took his hand out, her asshole was a big open crater. She kept begging to have his cock again.

"But I'll fuck you hard, bitch"

"Yes! Fuck me hard! Rip me apart! I don't care! Give it to me!"

He went into her with his cock again, and fucked her really hard, deliberately hurting her with each thrust. Her response was that she came several times in a row. When he was pulling her tits roughly to the sides, she had the most intense climax of her lifetime. She was swinging her hips, totally out of control, when he came inside her rectum, filling her with hot cum. He then went out and put a big ass plug into her hole.

"Keep that there, bitch. I wanna show my friends how much of an easy bitch you are"

He then pulled her by the hair to make her sit on the bed.

"Ok, now tell me, who's the boss here, bitch?"

"You are"

She blushed again.

"My cock smells of your shit now. Lick me clean, bitch! And swallow it!"

She went down on him.

"On your knees! Kneel on the floor! Do it!"

He snapped his fingers. She obeyed immediately. She licked him clean.

"Ok, put on the high heels. I'm going to show you something"

Pulling her by her hair he took her out of the cabin, with only the shoes on.

Still pulling her by the hair, they went inside Sam's.

He went to the table where his friends were having dinner.

"Get on all fours, bitch"

She blushed again. She did as commanded.

"I can't believe it, Harry" - said, Charlie, one of his pals, and handed him a collar. It was a dog collar- "She seemed to be a decent girl"

"She's a little slut" - he said, proceeding to put the collar on her neck. Amazingly, Ashley consented in silence to be treated in this humiliating manner. 

Sam was watching from his place and he couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him.

"What do you think you're doing, Harry? The Highway Patrol officers will come to have dinner soon. You'll put me in serious trouble"

"No, they won't come tonight. And this will only happen tonight, so watch, old man. You may not be able to see something like this ever again!"

"You're taking this too far, Harry" - said Trish with a frown - "Leave the poor girl alone"

"She likes it. Isn't that true, baby? You like to be treated like the slut you are?"

"Yes" - she said simply.

"You're a little whore. You'll be my slave, bitch"

He took out the plug from her asshole. His cum came out of her ass and slid down into her cunt.

"Look! I told you! She let me fuck her in the ass!"

"I envy you" - said Charlie.

"You want her? You want her ass? How much would you give to have her that way?"

"You're kidding me"

"No. You may have her. She's my little slut and she'll do as I command her. Isn't that so, sweetie?"

She shivered, and felt embarrassed that Trish and the others would hear, but said:

"Yesss..." - a tinge of passion in her voice that didn't go unnoticed.

"Hey she really is getting hot. She really likes it, Harry"

"I know. She's my little bitch. Fuck her, Charlie. And I'm sure she'll come and moan. She's a slut at heart"

Charlie took his penis out. It was big too, but not as big as Harry's, she thought.

"It's $ 300 for her ass, Charlie... if you want it"

"Hell, yes I'll pay!"

He went into her ass without any lubrication, and she cried in pain, but then her asshole had been opened wide before, and she soon and easily accommodated the new guest in her intestines... and just as Harry had predicted, Ashley started to moan with pleasure, and came again, unable to control her instincts... Charlie sent a huge load of cum up her asshole and into her bowels.

"Lick him clean, bitch"- ordered Harry then.

She went on her knees and obeyed the command. There was a strange gaze of manic passion in her eyes. Harry had transformed a modest girl into a cock craving bitch in heat!

"On all fours again, bitch! She will be nude for some time tonight... I am showing the little bitch who's the boss. Who's next?..."

Paul, another driver, came with his cock already in his hand.

"I want her... How much for a blow job?"

"Mhh... That's $ 150 for you, Paulie"

"I'm in!"

"On your knees, bitch!"- he pulled her by the collar - "... and take all of it in your mouth. He's not as big as I, so I know you can do it. If I see the smallest piece of his cock out of your mouth, I'll punish you very hard. Perhaps I'll spank you all night long, until your ass is bleeding, and you ask for mercy!"

She shivered in delight, and took all of Paul's cock in her sweet mouth, and proceeded to suck him gently. She heard herself moaning even more than Paul was...

To be continued...

The Waitress Ch. 3



You cannot use this story for any commercial purpose, and you cannot publish it in any web site other than Literotica. Respect original writing. Thanks.

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This story is dedicated to sweet Connie the Cunt- slurrp** slurrrpp*** :-)

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... Ashley was sucking Paulie's cock softly, increasingly enjoying the feel of a cock in her mouth ( something she was always reluctant to do in her old days as a married housewife was to suck cock; now she was discovering that she had been denying herself of delightful pleasures! ). Suddenly Harry pulled her by her hair, and said ominously ( Paulie's dick went out of her mouth with a loud pop ): 

"... And you better get used to swallowing the cum when you suck cock, did you hear that, cunt? My friends complained to me that you refused to do so while sucking them, the days when I wasn't here... I didn't like to hear that, cunt. You will swallow the cum everytime they pay you to do so! Is that clear, bitch?"

"Y-yes..."- said Ashley, afraid of making him angry.

"That's 'yes, Daddy', for you, whore!"

"Yes, Daddy" - she said without hesitation, a look of abject passion in her beautiful blue eyes...

He released her beautiful red hair and snapped his fingers, and immediately Ashley took Paulie's cock in her sweet mouth, and resumed sucking him again, taking all of his dick in her throat, until he came loudly... Ashley swallowed all of his sperm obediently, and kept sucking him fervently, until Harry took her by the hair rudely again.

"That's better, honey. You're learning fast. That's my baby..."

She looked him in the eye briefly, enjoying his affectionate words almost to the point of crying, but then noticed the stern gaze in his eyes, and instinctively lowered her head and looked at the floor, in an ages old display of the female's submission to the male...

"Harry!"- yelled Trish suddenly. She was looking outside the window. The highway patrol was slowly getting off the highway and heading for Sam's parking lot.

"Shit, they came after all!"- said Harry- "Well, we don't want any troubles with the law, do we? Let's go to Sam's backyard. We still may have a good time there with our little toy... Now, crawl, baby. Go there on your hands and knees... Move bitch!"

He quickly led her by the chain attached to the dog collar on her neck, and there she went, on her hands and knees, out to the restaurant's backyard, followed by Harry's friends, while the waitresses frantically sprayed deodorant in order to vanish the smell of pussy and semen from the air...

"Oh hi, officers, nice to see you!"- Trish greeted the policemen, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, so they looked at her suspiciously.

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There was no concrete floor, so it was all mud because of the rain... There was a big log in the middle, that Sam used as a bench. Harry pulled Ashley by the hair until she stood up, and ordered her to stand still. Then he proceeded to tie her hands to a small tree that was in front, with cord, and he fastened it to her wrists until she gasped in pain... There was fear in her eyes. She was now held prone facing the tree, her hands in front of her, her waist painfully scratched by the log, her bottom exposed to whatever might come... 

"Hey these cute shoes, I paid $ 200 for them!... They gonna be ruined if I don't take care of them"- said Harry. He took the high heels off Ashley's pretty small feet, so she now had to stand on tip toes, because the cord was very tight on her wrists...

"Hey, look at that ass!"- said Charlie. In spite of her small frame, Ashley had ample hips and thighs, and absolutely gorgeus fat ass cheeks. She looked seductive as hell, with her ample bottom and short legs, her small toes barely sustaining her, all exposed and defenseless...

She wanted to beg for mercy; she was so afraid now she was trembling... What were they going to do to her? She wanted to beg Harry for mercy, but was too scared of making him angry, so she only gasped and cried, terrified of saying the wrong thing.

"She's trembling..." - said one of the men with a chuckle.

"Yes. She's my little girl. She needs her Daddy. Well, gentlemen... " - said Harry, welcoming his pals to enjoy her charms with a wave of his hand.

"Wait a minute!"- said Paulie. "I just found out I paid $ 150 for a blow job, but Roddy here says he got the same for $ 80 a few days ago!"

"Oh... Is that true, sweetie? So my little slut is doing business by herself, without asking Daddy for permission? I didn't know that ( of course he did ). Tss tss... You're a bad, bad baby... I'll teach you how to behave yourself, honey, and when I'm done with you, you won't forget the lesson, believe me..."

She shook uncontrollably, out of sheer fear, a wild look in her pretty eyes.

"No! Please!"

"What did you say?..."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. No, Daddy... please. I need the money for my son. You know that. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't know..."- she was crying softly by now.

"Well, you'll get to know, baby. Pretty soon..."- he said with a sinister tone of voice that startled even his friends.

"No! Please! Please!"- she begged, totally terrified. 

"You'll regret having been so slutty, bitch!" - he suddenly barked at her ear.

"Eeeeeekkhh!!" - she shrieked, a terrible high pitched sound escaping from her throat, her small body trembling in terror... 

Harry was smiling while Ashley lost control and couldn't avoid peeing, to her infinite shame, as her pee went down her legs all the way to her feet. She was crying and gasping, feeling miserable and humiliated, when Harry started to softly caress her cunt with his hand, from behind.

"My poor baby. My sweet little baby... I love my little darling Ashley..."- he whispered to her ear, in his best fake- tenderness voice.

"Oooh Daddyyyyy..."- said poor Ashley. She started to thrust her behind against his hand, to meet his caresses... She lost control of herself once more, and soon came in his hand, while repeating:" Daddy... oh Daddyyy... oh Daddyyyyyyyyy... oh Daddy-OhhhhDaddyyyy!!..."

"I told you"- Harry instructed his buddies.- "She's got no self- control at all. Tame her fragile mind - and as you see, that ain't difficult-, and she'll do anything you want her to do..."

"I think I wanna do that!"- said Paulie cheerfully, looking at her wantom bottom still convulsing out of control, her orgasm still not fading...

"No way, dude. She's mine! I'm just telling you how to tame a bitch... It's easier than to tame a pet..."

"I still paid more than Roddy, and I think..."

"Yeah you're right, Paulie. You got a point there. Well, I was still thinking how to organize this, when you guys started to fuck her by your own will... Ok, let me think for a minute, you punks..."

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Some hours later, the highway patrol officers had gone away, and many big trucks had come and parked at Sam's. 

"Hi Sam. Harry summoned us tonight. He's got something to tell us. Where is he?"- said one of them.

"He's in the backyard. Go one by one there, with a minute between each of you... Remember, one by one. We don't want any trouble..."

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They were all gathered, 17 in all, waiting for Harry to talk. He was up on the log, and he looked just as serious as your neighborhood politician before a public speech. Meanwhile poor Ashley was prone over the big log, on tip toes, showing her ass bare naked to the men. They had put a big light right in front of the improvised stage, and Ashley's buttocks were shining brightly, her own wetness between her thighs quite obvious... Sam had to concede the guy had a sense of humor... 

"Ok listen fellas, she's my bitch, ok? That's point number one. You can fuck her, but we'll set the rates now, so that it is fair business for everybody - he looked charmingly at Paulie while saying this-. Ok, you can have her cunt for $ 150. You can have her ass for $ 200. If you want a blow job, it's gonna be $ 100 if you want her to swallow your putrid scum, or only $ 50 for a quickie suck without her swallowing..."

All of the men laughed and applauded cheerfully.

"Hey!!"- said Sam, visibly angry- "This is my restaurant you're in. Don't make noise now you guys! Or we'll all end up in jail. You heard that?"

"Listen to Sam, listen to him, you punks" - Harry said mockingly, as if scolding spoiled brats.- "OK, you are not allowed to treat her roughly in ANY way, you hear that? She's my bitch and only I can do that. And if anyone forgets this warning, because he's too drunk or whatever, I'll remind him personally how he should treat my lady... Understand boys?"

All of them nodded in silence. No one wanted to face Dirty Harry's ( that was his nickname ) wild fury. The last hapless fella that chose to do so ended in the hospital, and had to remain there for weeks, his jaw broken in pieces, among several other shattered bones...

Ashley moved nervously on her toes, sensing the fear Harry inspired in his colleagues, the poor girl almost peeing again down her legs out of sheer terror... She almost couldn't stand anymore on her toes, but anytime she tried to rest on her heels, the excruciating pain on her wrists prevented her from doing so. But she wouldn't dare to interrupt him now, she would certainly be punished, she knew it. So she painfully breathed deeply and stood on her small cute toes, now snow white because of the weight of her heavy hips upon them depriving them of blood...

"I want you to pass the flyers I'll make to all the comrades you know all over the country... Your set of flyers for each one will have your name in them. For each new customer you bring, you will receive $ 10 dlls credit that will be good to use at 'the house'..."

"The house?" - the men asked- "What the hell you talking about?"

"Ha ha!! Allow me to talk, please, kind gentlemans... Sam here has graciously agreed to build in his premises an... extension to the restaurant. It will be a joint for us the heroic truck drivers, to have a time of pleasure in between our hard work tasks! It will be our own WHOREHOUSE!!"

The men cheered and whistled wildly this time...

"Hey!! I told you, you morons! Shut up now!" - shouted Sam, but even he was laughing, thinking that indeed Dirty Harry had a brain, apart from that big cock of his... and thinking of all the thousands of dollars they would make...

"Well, Sam, please understand our men. They have reasons to be happy!! From now on, they will have a sweet pretty young thing to fuck everytime they want, in the company of their peers, and without having to go face the ugly old witch at home for that ha ha!! Ain't I great?!"

"Yes" - the men shouted in unison.

"Ain't I great?!"

"Yes" - they shouted again.

"Ok, friends. You know I'm doing this because I want big money, but also you know I'm doing it for you, my brothers, the Warriors of the Road!!"

They whistled and yelled wildly again. Sam looked at Harry sternly, as if warning him that they were making too much noise.

"Ok, friends. Sam thinks we should calm down a bit. I think he's right. So shut up now and listen"

No more noise... Sam thought some politicians would kill to have Harry's self confidence and charisma...

"Ok. Sounds nice, doesn't it? But we'll need some big effort in order to achieve our little paradise. I'll be direct. We need funds. We need money to build the joint. We'll use cheap materials, but still we'll need money for that. We'll need money to pay for a license to be able to have our own night club with a permit to sell hard drinks in it... And we'll need money for furniture and boxes of booze... And we'll need money to make the flyers, and the artwork for the flyers, which will include color photographs of some of the ladies naked... "

"That sounds like too much, Harry"- said Charlie with a frown, thinking that Dirty Harry was scheming one of his little frauds again...

"Yeah, I know, Charlie. It IS too much. But then, paradise is not an easy thing to get. Now think of sweet Ashley rubbing your feet and kissing them while you're comfortably resting in a real nice place - as opposed to the quickies in the cabin -, just like heaven must be, with a naked angel pleasing your every desire and all... And I know we all make very good money in our work line, so come on..."

He saw the hesitation in their eyes. Yeah, you want the paradise, but for free, you morons, he thought. So he drew his aces on the table...

"Everyone of you contributing to the business, will receive special treatment as honorary members, and will have an open credit line... just in case you're short of funds one day... Let's not fool ourselves, ok? We all can get a juicy loan from the union. We know that, fellers. I myself will ask for a loan too. That bloody union is always exploiting us. It is time it helps us live a better life". - He prepared the final stroke. Right to the jugular- "Who wants to go home anymore to fuck the old witch that's always in a bad mood? Think!! We can have our own paradise ready in a few days!!... Ok... tell you what: ALL of you will have Ashley for free for the whole of the inauguration month everytime you drop by!!"

They looked at each other.

"I'll ask for a loan!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!!"

"I have $ 300 now. I'll give them to you"

"I have $ 200"...

*******

Nearly all of them decided to support the 'project' in the end, and the few ones that didn't were reassured by Harry in no uncertain terms that they would receive no special treatment at all, should they want to go to the joint one night...

"Alright. Sam will lead the accounting for the business. Now it is time for pleasure. My little darling is freezing out here"- he touched her buttocks, and they were cold as ice. She shivered. She couldn't help but begging...

"Daddy... please could you release my hands? I can't stand on my toes anymore"

He looked at her, amused.

"Please, Daddy. I'll be good"

He kissed her lips savagely.

"Sure, baby"

He released her hands from the cord. There were purple marks in her wrists, and her palms and fingers were numb.

"Betty!!" - he yelled.

The girl came running.

"Yes?"

"Bring the camera. We're going to have fun now. Baby, you are not allowed to stand up. Why did you do that?"

Her eyes showed intense fear.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Daddy" - she quickly went prone again, resting her arms on the log, showing her ass cheeks to the men again.

"Tonight's for free, gentlemen. It's on the house. I want you to fuck her in the ass, one by one, for as long as you can fuck her, and until her asshole is so wide open that I can see her heart thru it!! But let's clean her ass of shit first, I don't want her to taint you with her excrements. Besides, I wanna teach her a lesson. She resisted me at first, and now I'll teach her to be my obedient slave, if she doesn't want to suffer"

"No. No. No, Daddy!!! Please don't!! I'll be good. No please, Daddy!! I'll be good, Daddy!! NO, please don't!!" - she started to cry and sob pathetically. She tried to run, but fast as a cat he pulled her by the hair and slapped her hard on the face, twice. She gasped in pain. He then proceeded to tie her hands to the tree again, and she ended up in very much the same position as before, her arms extended towards the tree, her belly over the log, her bare ass facing the men, the full weight of her body upon her toes. This time her ankles were tied to the base of the log too, so she could hardly move at all, except for shaking her hips, which she did wildly, once she saw what was coming...

Betty handed him an enema vase, and he introduced the attached plug into her anus. 

"Noooo!!"- she cried.

"It is necessary, baby. You have no self- control at all. Hell, my little niece is more in control of herself than you are of yourself!! You have to learn a lesson from Daddy..."

Betty filled the enema vase with warm milk mixed with laxative. Harry kept the vase higher than Ashley's head, thus little by little the whole liter of warm milk went down through the tube and into her intestines. Ashley cried in pain, her bowels being distended by the warm liquid. Betty filled the vase with the mixture again, and the procedure was repeated, until the poor girl's belly looked somewhat bigger, and she felt the urgent need to evacuate her intestines. She was trembling and sobbing in agony.

"You are not allowed to loosen your ass, understand, baby? If you do, you'll be punished"

"I-I ccan't ho-hold it!"- she said stuttering.

"You better hold it, sweetheart"

There was a cruel smile in his lips; everyone was expectant.

"Girls!! You gotta come to see this!"- Betty called the other waitresses triumphantly.

When they came, they had a good time pointing at poor Ashley and laughing at her.

"Look at the silly bitch, ha ha ha!!"- they laughed - " She was the proper lady of the house and look at her now, ha ha!!"

With a loud farting noise, her tortured sphincter gave way, and a mix of milk, digestive juices and excrement went down her legs, and ended on her feet and finally formed a foul smelling mass between her legs.

"Look at yourself, Ashley. You are a mess of a little whore"- laughed Harry- " I bet none of the gentlemen here would like to have a try at your cute ass now ha ha!!!"

She cried and sobbed in humiliation. Why was he doing this to her? When she loved him so... God!! What was that, for love's sake. She couldn't love him! She couldn't be falling for this cruel man!! She felt she was the worst slut in the world... She felt even more pity for herself, and cried sentimentally, sobbing uncontrollably. Interestingly enough, her cries now closely resembled those of a little girl...

"Ah Betty, I'm sorry to say that little Ashley is a very bad girl. She is not an obedient baby and she has to be punished further!"

"Nooo!! Pleaaase!""

"As you wish, handsome!"- said Betty very enthusiastically.

Betty filled the vase with the milk with laxative again, and the procedure was repeated. The men were very turned on to see the tube inside Ashley's ass, she moaning softly now, resigned to her luck, accepting the punishment she now strangely thought she deserved. Her belly was bigger now, again filled almost to the limit with the milk.

"Remember, slut, you are not allowed to loosen your ass. If you do, you will be punished... understand, baby? Try harder now!"

"Yes..."- she said, feeling all dizzy.

"What?!"

"Yes, Daddy"

She stood there from more than half an hour, restraining her sphincter as best she could, which meant to tighten her ass muscles as hard as possible, while the men were drinking whiskey, laughing at her and making bets on how long would she stand. But then her toes betrayed her, not being able to sustain the full weight of her wanton body anymore, and her heels took over briefly.. That move was all her sphincter needed to open instinctively. With an even louder farting sound, her shit mixed with the milk came out and slid down her legs, adding to the pile of foul smelling matter already at her feet...

"Mmhhhhaa!!" - she moaned in relief.

"Ha ha!! Let's do it again" - said Betty, very amused.

"No. Enough of that. I guess these gentlemen are anxious to enjoy Ashley's charms, now that's she's more... mellow hee hee..."

"Just one more time, Harry" - insisted Betty - " She looks so funny!"

"I said enough, Betty... Unless you wanna be the one who receives the enema, honey?" - he said menacingly.

"No. No. Sorry, baby. I... was just kidding"- said Betty smiling nervously, involuntarily tightening her ass muscles.

The men had been drinking whiskey heavily, and now they were all primitive animals ready to attack their prey...

Charlie was given the honor to start the fire. He unceremoniously spat on Ashley's ass, who was now feeling spent and calm, and most of all relieved that there would be no more enemas... She was more than willing to take Charlie's cock in her ass. He spat on her ass hole and just went into her with a rude thrust. She moaned softly, now getting used to the strange pleasures of anal sex...




The Waitress Ch. 4



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The birds were singing merrily all around. It was the morning sun that was bringing some warmth to her exhausted body, but still she was trembling, feeling cold... Her bones hurt. Her legs and feet hurt, after all those hours of standing on her toes. Her belly hurt, the enemas having distended her abdomen painfully... Her wrists hurt, and there were ugly purple marks on them... Her asshole was very sore, having been forced to receive big cocks for hours, and because the plastic plug was still inside her, pressing her delicate membranes... She couldn't move, all tied up as she was... And still she felt sheer adoration by now, for the cruel man that was bringing this nightmare of pain to her... She couldn't wait for him to come back, as he had promised. She was all nervous, anxiously longing for an affectionate word from him... even if it meant more punishment right after, as it surely would be... The realization that she actually was a masochist person - just like her own mother had been; Ashley's drunkard father used to beat the hell out of the poor woman practically every day, but nevertheless she died loving him - was fully sinking in her guts by now, filling her soul with awe... and sexual craving.

******

The sunlight hurt her eyes ( well, everything else was already aching in her tortured body, so welcome mr. Sun!, she thought quizzically ). Sam had opened the cage.

"How you doing, girl" - he asked.

She didn't answer. She glanced around nervously, looking for Harry.

"He's here, eating something at one of the tables. Come out"

He had to carry her out of the cage. She could hardly stand up, so beaten up she was. Sam untied her and help her walk some steps. 

"I'll call him" - he offered.

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"Oh there she is, my little slut. I hope you had a good night, baby" - he laughed. He was munching chicken bones still, noisily- " Betty here says she forgot to bring you your meal. Bad, bad Betty" - he chuckled again.

"Oh you know I hate her guts. Why should I feed her? She used to be so cliché, always pretending to be the great lady... Ha!... Look at how she behaved last night! She's a piece of shit"

Harry was amused.

"Hey you're mean, Betty! Bad girl, bad girl..."

Ashley's feelings were very hurt by this display of indifference by him. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she remained silent. She thought she'd like to die...

He smelled her.

"Baby, you stink. You need a shower badly hee hee..." - he stumbled... then she noticed... he was drunk.

"You really need to have a bath hee hee... but I think I'll test your endurance first. I wanna see if you're now ready to become my full time slave, cunt"

She was tired and spent, but still she felt her anus contracting tightly, cold shivers running through her body. Was it fear or sexual yearning? Who cares anymore, she thought, probably both. She couldn't distinguish fear from lust clearly anymore...

"Betty, think of something humiliating for this bitch. I'm not done with her yet. She's so silly a bitch that I want to see more tears in her eyes again..."

Betty's eyes shone with perverse pleasure.

"Oh that's easy, baby!"- she said.

Betty had something in mind already. She was a pretty blue- eyed blonde of slender figure who attracted men easily. A bit on the cheap- looking moll side, but still definitely pretty. She had one defect, though. Her feet were always smelly, and everyone knew that at Sam's. Now after a long shift there, she knew her feet were going to be terribly smelly and sweaty when she took out her closed shoes, which she did.

"Get on all fours, bitch! I want you to lick and suck my toes clean!" - shouted Betty perversely.

Ashley looked at Harry instinctively, embarrassment making her blush intensely.

"Yes, obey Betty's commands. She's got my permission to abuse you"

She suddenly felt indignant.

"But... WHY?!"

He slapped her hard. 

"Never raise your voice to me, honey" - he said calmly - " Next time you do that, I'll crush your bones"

She shuddered.

"No! Forgive me, pleeease. Daddy, I'll take anything you do to me, but her... please do not allow her. She's the real bitch, she never liked me!!...- she sobbed.

"I'm doing this to you, so you have no choice, slut. You must prove your total submission to me. Thus, you'll do as I want! Fail to be obedient, and last night will seem child's play to you, compared to what I'll do to you, bitch!! You're mine and you'll do as I say!!"

She lowered her head again. Nothing hurt her more than his shouting at her viciously. She wanted to say 'Yes, Daddy, please forgive me, Daddy. Please don't talk to me as if you hated me, please, it hurts me too much', but she couldn't talk at all. She could only sob in deep sorrow, her beautiful face so sad that Sam was feeling strongly tempted to stop vile Harry dead in his tracks... but he thought better. There was too much money at stake, so he decided to keep his cool...

"Get on all fours, you silly bitch!!" - yelled Betty, unmoved by Ashley's pain.

She sat on the dirt and took her shoes off. Her feet were nearly as pretty and delicate and small as Ashley's, but so smelly that Harry and Sam had to step back.

"Gee, Betty, don't you ever scrub with soap those cute toes of you? Shit!"- said Harry, covering his nose.

"Very funny, baby" - she said to him, and then to poor Ashley:- " Lick and suck my feet clean, you silly whore!! And don't forget to lick between all of my toes!"

Ashley felt devastatingly humiliated. Betty being her natural foe ( they had hated each other's guts at first sight ) made Harry's sadistic antics almost unbearable. She hesitated, seemingly unable to give in to this mean bitch...

For the first time, Harry felt doubts about his control over her... He knew he had to threaten her more seriously.

"I will say this only once, Ashley. If you don't do it... this and everything else I command you to do..." - he recited slowly - "... you will be dead to me. Even if it means cancelling the plans for the night club, if you ever disobey me, you will cease to exist for me... So if you wanna be free, go ahead and free yourself, anytime you want. But be aware that you will not be able to step back. Once you cut the tie between me and you, it will be gone forever... Otherwise, if you want to be mine, you will belong to me totally, in body, mind and soul. I am loving you already, in my own way, but my love is absolute. The choice is yours..."

"Oh don't say that! How can you love this ridiculous bitch!" - said Betty red with jealousy- "Of course you don't love her!"

"Shut up, Betty. No one asked for your opinion on the matter"- he said ominously. In that moment, a bit of Ashley's pain magically went out of her and landed in Betty's poisoned heart. Betty felt the humiliation burning her!

"Lick my feet, y-you b-bitch!"- Betty yelled, and her voice broke in the middle of the sentence. She wasn't able to avoid a couple of tears running down her face.

Ashley felt secretly happy because Daddy - in her tortured mind he no longer was Harry, but Daddy - had defended her against this evil woman... or so she wanted to believe... Almost contentedly she started licking Betty's toes clean, ignoring the strong cheese- like smell of her feet.

"Swallow your saliva, sweetheart"- said Harry- " I want you to fully taste Betty's feet. Don't spit or you'll regret it"

She obeyed. She swallowed her saliva, well- impregnated of Betty's feet smell and sweaty matter. After a few minutes Betty's feet weren't smelly anymore and were shiny clean.

"Good job!"- said Harry playfully- " I now certainly like your pretty toes better, Betty"

Betty didn't answer. She was feeling obfuscated and terribly jealous nevertheless.

"Mhh... now let me think what else we'll do to my bitch just to test her..."

"Can I suggest something?"- asked Betty, suddenly interested.

"Mhh... Nah... You already had your satisfaction"

( Not quite!- thought Betty, full of hatred )

Harry looked at Sam, all of a sudden.

"Sam, have you ever thought of fucking Ashley?" - he asked casually, as if he was discussing the sports scores.

Sam looked obviously startled.

"What?! You're not thinking seriously... I mean... I'm old..."

"What do you mean you're old? Your wang is dead already or what?" 

"No, no. Of course not! It's just that..."

"What"

"Nothing. Nothing. You're serious?"

"Do I look like I'm not?"

For some obscure reason, the mere thought of being fucked by the old man sent fire shocks through Ashley's crotch. It reminded her of her own father, the drunken bastard that she hated... and loved, to the day of his death. A death caused by severe alcoholism... Ashley remembered feeling all horny when she was 19 and her old father was caressing her legs in her sleep. Her mother came suddenly and made a scene, and that was it, her father never dared to touch her again... but the memory remained in her mind, the memory of her cunt all wet because her own father was caressing her legs in her sleep... He had left her so horny that morning that she had had to finish herself off to orgasm with her own hand, while her mother was crying and insulting the old man...

Suddenly Sam was in front of her, his cock already out of his long old- fashioned trousers, a big erection standing right in front of her face. She was amazed to see that old fart Sam had a cock just as huge as Harry's!! Perhaps not as long, but even thicker!! And not as long by nothing more than a tiny bit, she thought perplexed!!

"Hey look at Sam! He's my man! The old man has a big pecker! Shit!" - admitted Harry.

"Am I supposed to have a little one because I'm old?"- asked Sam visibly offended.

"No, no. It's just that... hey... cool down, man. No offense intended. You're my man"

Sam made Ashley lie down on the dirt, on her back. He instinctively went for the missionary position, his life belonging to an older generation.

"Hell, sweetie, I have to admit that yes, I have dreamt of being between your thighs more than once... but then who wouldn't, you being the gorgeous beauty that you are? Everybody is having you lately... Maybe I should have that joy too"

"It's ok" - she said, her feelings moved by his flattering, gentlemanly words.

She soon had to admit that the man was well- endowed indeed!! ... As if her eyes hadn't told her before... Was he well- endowed!! A few soft thrusts of his huge penis inside her pussy and she was already melting down there... He did things that no one there had done. He kissed her lips tenderly, time and again. He held her big breasts in his hands and caressed them softly, at times sucking her nipples gently. He looked for her tongue with his. His hands caressed her back and buttocks while thrusting inside her, softly in and out, but rhytmically and pushing gently his cock straight to the end of her vagina... His cock was thicker than anyone else's, and it made her feel a new kind of desperate heat in her moist pussy lips... The man had been a true lover when young, and never forgot how to do things... Too much heat for a body as responsive as Ashley's...

... He provoked a distincly different kind of moaning in her. Soft, rhythmical, intensely passionate moans, in a wanton tone of voice far lower than hers... 

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah...... Ahhhh... Agh... Mgh... ahh... ahhh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahhh... Mmmhhhhhhhhh..." - her orgasm took its time to come, but when it came, she felt like dying in grace... She nearly passed out in wave after wave of peerless pleasure...

Harry was speechless for once, his mouth wide open in disbelief. Quite obviously, the old man had managed to give her more pleasure than anyone else could, himself included, he hated to admit!!

"How about that" - said Betty, stupefied too - " Sam, I know you've never asked me to be with you, but I want you to know that anytime you want to... I won't be such a fool to say no!"

"Well, well..." - chuckled Sam - " God knows you're pretty. I wouldn't say no to you either, honey... if you care to scrub your feet well with soap first!!"

Everybody laughed, including Ashley. She felt so good suddenly. 

"Well, I better go now"- said Sam, all of a sudden feeling shy, hiding his massive cock under his old- fashioned pants - " Every time I leave the girls alone in the kitchen they mess up everything. Betty, go to sleep now. I want you here for the night shift"

"Yes, sir!"

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Ashley was still smiling happily when Harry said:

"I'm not done with you yet, bitch"

She looked at him silently, the fear returning to her, but at the same time feeling some kind of strange inner peace. Harry ordered her to fall on her knees. She did languidly, and then he pulled out his enormous cock. 

"Suck me, bitch!"

She did as ordered, only this time she wasn't feeling any pleasure at all, and her sucking was mechanical, devoid of any emotion. It showed, and Harry was furious.

"Oh just what I thought! So the old fart made ya cum so strongly that now you're all satisfied and you don't need me eh? You slut!! You miserable, pitiful WHOOORE!! You'll pay for this, you despicable bitch!!"

He pulled her by the hair with both hands and forced his way into her throat until she gagged painfully and started to salivate profusely... He kept thrusting his oversized cock inside her throat, making her gag, and making her feel like puking... He used all the wild strength of his muscular arms to force his way down her throat, until what seemed impossible happened: his huge cock was inside her sweet mouth up to the balls... each thrust was harder, hitting her loudly in the back of her throat, making her salivate so much that there was now a flow of thick saliva streams running from her sweet lips and down to her feet, like long sinful cobwebs hanging on her breasts, belly, thighs, calves, and down to her feet. Her throat was now making a pitiful gargling sound with each wild thrust of him, and she felt she was going to die asfixiated by his monstrous phallus... She tried to beg for mercy, but only incomprehensible sounds came out of her mouth.

"Ngh... Mhk.... Mghhhhh!!! Umghhhh!!!"

He finally came in her sweet mouth, and ordered her to swallow up to the last drop. But she couldn't help gagging and gasping uncontrollably, desperately struggling to breath by then, and she ended up puking on his cock while involuntarily pushing him away, with a sudden strength that came from who knows where... Her survival instinct, the primal instinct, proving to be stronger than any twisted passion...

"What?! What?! You dare to do this to me!! To ME!!!!"

He hit her hard with his fist clinched, on her gorgeous face. She fell on the dirt, immediately losing conscience. He got to kicking her wildly, on her belly, on her back, and he was about to kick her face, when Sam yelled at him, coldly:

"You do that and I'll blow your brain to pieces"

Sam was holding tightly his old rifle, directly pointing it to Harry...

Harry was panting, like the wild fiend he was...

They looked at each other's eyes, man to man. Harry was furious, and felt tempted to jump over Sam, but thought better. He knew that Sam was no fool to mess around with...

" I... I... "

"Shut up and go now, you scum, I should call the police!!"

"Take it easy, man. Look, I..."

"Just shut the fuck up and go, or by God that I'll shoot you!!"

Harry extended his hands in the air, as if to appease the old man.

"Alright. Ok. You win. You're the big man..."

"Just go..."

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"Betty, I can't understand why you like that asshole so much" - said Sam- "As I can't understand why you hate Ashley so much"

"I don't want to talk" - Betty was crying. 

"Ashley, go have a shower now. You stink" - said Sam- " And after that go to the kitchen. Gretchen will fix you something to eat. And take that silly plug out of your ass, for the Queen Elizabeth's sake!! Hell!!"

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As the hot water ran across her beautiful, now mistreated marble white skin, Ashley tried to think of all that had happened lately. She hardly could understand that insane desire of hers to be subjugated by a man... She was an intelligent woman. How could this have happened to her? What hideous creature was lurking inside her, ready to take over and fill her with depravation and shame? She now had realized that it had been there, dormant, for years, instigated by her watching her father everyday brutally overwhelming her poor mother's weak personality with his cave man demeanor. Ashley's mind had absorbed that notion of the dominant one and the submissive one, until it believed it was the right way to live a life. She could grasp this, but now, how would she be able to shake it out of herself? She didn't even know if it was right or wrong, all she knew was she wanted it. Desperately. She hadn't known how desperately. She was ashamed of her absurd, degrading behavior of the past few days. If little Tim only knew who his mother really was... an abject whore looking for punishment for her father's sins!! How crazy, how pitiful a miserable life...

She understood too that cruel Harry had only been the trigger for something that was already there, ready to be taken as prey... But still she wondered how was she going to be able to not get wet just to know that he wanted her? To not beg for his affectionate words, even knowing fully well that they were fake, just as fake as he was?! How could she feel... love?... for this monster of hatred? She sensed his smiles and jokes were hiding a very bitter heart, she knew that. And still she wanted him, his rough caresses, his sadistic demands on her too- responsive body...

And Sam... She felt all confused now. He made love to her ever so gently... the way she had imagined real love had to be, when she was a little girl and she read those silly corny romance novellas... If she was given the choice, she'd much prefer to be loved that tender way, always. But Sam was much older... What was she thinking? Her pathetic life was doomed, she thought... Harry would never loved her, because, she reasoned, she probably was not capable of loving at all... No one with that cruelty in his heart could possibly love... 

"My son... I have to go to his school"- she remembered shamefully.

She put on her simple grey skirt and white blouse, and her sandals. There was a big purple mark on her right cheekbone now, right where Harry had hit her. She thought that Mr. Sanders, the school director, was certainly going to wonder what was she doing in her spare time... Her whole life was a pitiful mess.

When she got to the kitchen, the waitresses there suddenly stopped talking and looked at her as if she was an alien from another planet. She figured that they had been gossiping about her. Oh how she hated them now. If she had money, she would take his son and would go to live in Canada or something, she thought...

"Sam asked me to prepare you something to eat" - said Gretchen the cook. She was a fat and friendly middle aged woman, and looked at Ashley sympathetically - " Here, sweetie. This is delicious and I made it for you"

"Thank you"- said Ashley, wondering just how much Gretchen knew about what had been happening at Sam's lately. Most probably every single detail, knowing those bitches, she thought shamefully.

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Sam was seriously considering sending to hell that wildly crazy plan of the night club, and wanting to forbid Harry to ever come again to HIS restaurant, when the telephone rang. It was Harry.

"Harry, I am not in the mood for you right now, ok? No, I don't want to listen to you. We'll talk later" - he was about to hang up when Harry said something that made him indeed listen attentively.




The Waitress Ch. 4



"Shit. I can't believe this. How did you get to know that? You'll ruin me if you talk"

"Nevermind how I found out, Sam. Just mind that I did. And if I talk, you'll lose your license. You are old, and you'll end up a very poor man in your last years..."

There were tears in Sam's eyes.

"I just can't get it how anyone can be as vile as you are, Harry. Is there a limit to your evil soul?"

"I'm afraid you aren't in a position to judge me, much less to insult me, Sam. I won't take any shit from you. Look, I got you from the balls, so just take it easy and we'll be fine. I still wanna go on with the night club. We'll make big money there..."

"No way!"

"You sure? Well, then I'll have little choice but to go to the government of the State of Alabama and tell them that you're violating a state's law, since you're running a business even though you have a criminal record in Connecticut, Sam. You perfectly know that a 1942 state's law explicitly forbids persons with a felony record to run a proper business anywhere in Alabama... There wasn't a computerized national criminal database back when you started your restaurant, and that saved you... but there is one now. All I have to do is tell them and they'll find a very interesting file on you up there in the FBI's archives. You were in 9 years for manslaughter, Sam..."

"Son of a bitch!!"

"Cool down, Sam. I'm not going to respond to your insults, out of the friendship we have had... but that was the last shit I ever took from you, pal. You behave, or else..."

Sam was so irritated he felt like passing out. He was sweating profusely now.

"Well...?"

He thought frantically.

"Alright, Harry. I'm in your hands. We'll go on with your goddamned night club. Just one thing. Don't ever treat Ashley, or any of my girls for that matter, that way again... Ever again, Harry... understand? You do it and I'll lose my license but I won't care anymore because I'll go to jail anyway... after blowing your brains out!!!"

Harry chuckled.

"Ok, alright, I admit I lost my temper. It won't happen again. Ok? I promise. Friends?"

Sam wanted to shout:'Go fuck yourself, Harry!!', but he miraculously managed to restrain himself, and instead said:

"... Yeah. Ok. You take it easy too, Harry. The business you want won't work if you lose your cool that way. We'll end up in bankruptcy if you do..."

Harry seemed to cheer up with his words.

"Yes, yes, I know. Listen, it won't happen again. You're the boss, Sam. You're the big man!!"

Sam hung up feeling all dizzy, sweat all over his face.

"Everything's fine, boss?" - Trish came and asked, puzzled by the weird look on Sam's face- " I think I heard you were yelling. What happens?"

"Mind your own business, girl. Listen, you'll keep a close eye on Harry from now on. Without his noticing, of course. If he ever goes too rough on my girls, especially Ashley, you'll tell me immediately if I don't notice or if I'm not here, unnerstand?"

"Yes, boss. Don't worry, I'll be watching him. You're right, he's being too wild lately, even for his insane standards..."

To be continued...



The Waitress Ch. 5



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The girls were all excited thinking of the night club that soon would be open for business there, right beside Sam's. They wanted to be a part of the action, so that they could get a part of the money too, so they quickly forgot about making mock of Ashley, except for Betty... The workers were setting up the big red neon sign for the entrance. 





The Waitress Ch. 6



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Saturday night. Everything was ready for Ashley's debut at her night club. Harry had been anxious to get things done fast, so the workers had devised a structure made of wood and steel tubes. 

There was a long stage at the center, and two big bars on the sides tended by two bartenders each, and a huge supply of booze to quench the johns thirst at will... 

Douglas, the newcomer, had been appointed chief bouncer by Sam, something that Harry didn't like in the least. Harry knew at first sight that there was going to be trouble with this silent, enigmatic black man from the north.

Ashley had interceded on Trisha's behalf, claiming she was more experienced, so Sam and Harry agreed to name her chief waitress, so that she could earn good money too. 

The men had already seen the explicit photographs Betty had taken of Ashley being used as a sexual toy by the truckers. 

The expensive flyers that Harry had distributed among his peers all over the country had plenty of explicit photos, so the place was already full by sunset, the guys already half drunk and whistling wildly, waiting for Ashley to appear and do her thing.

The band, called the Fat Cats, and comprised of languid black players brought from Huntsville, were already churning out hot funky numbers, after a brief overture of country and bluegrass...

Ashley was pacing nervously in her little dressing room, thinking that she wouldn't be able to muster the courage to do what Harry wanted. He wanted her to dance naked for all of the men!... and with the high heels he bought her on!

"But Daddy, I can't do that. I am a clumsy dancer!"

"Don't worry, baby. Yes, you can. Just do it with your heart in it, and you'll see that it works"

"But... but I'm gonna stumble in these shoes, they're too high!"

"Non sense. At first, just dance with your hips and arms. Don't move your feet at all. Then, sit down and get rid of the shoes, while showing them some pussy... Then stand up and dance your guts out. Just feel the music, baby..."

"... You make it sound so simple" - she said with pouty lips.

"Ha ha!! It'll be easy, you'll see. They won't give a damn about your dancing abilities, as long as you shake your hips. They just wanna see that slutty body of yours, and they couldn't care less if you're a trained dancer or not. That's the difference between other girls and you"

Two professional girls brought from Dallas had already gone through their numbers, and the johns were demanding Ashley's presence, yelling and whistling and stomping their feet on the wooden floor...

Ashley looked at herself in the big mirror, and felt her heart thumping in her chest. As she did when she felt nervous, she took a deep breath and walked out of the little room and into the stage... 

She came walking in long, slow languid cat- like steps, an inviting smile on her lips, following Harry's instructions.

She had noticed that the little gold coins attached forever to her clit by Wally rubbed it with her every step. She would therefore live forever aroused, day and night, never finding relief from sexual tension.

Her public went wild when they saw her! She was dressed up in a scarlet cape that fell down to her calves, and black latex slim thongs that barely covered her ample breasts and her cunt and ass, plus her high heels... 

The gold rings on her eyebrows' corners made her look like some exotic oriental princess...

"Ladies and gentlemans... Ashley's Hot Spot gives you the most warm welcome in its opening night!! - said the D.J., a man brought from Montgomery who called himself Spice - ... and who better to give you the most enticing welcome than our STAR herself:... LITTLE ASHLEY THE HOT CUNT!!! "

She wasn't prepared at all to do this. She wasn't prepared at all to face the blinding multicolored lights... Her only functioning eye could hardly distinguish anything but amorphous shadows in front of her, her swollen eye still totally closed, courtesy of Harry's fist...

She couldn't see her public clearly, but they could see her... Right after a wild welcome, there was now little noise, the guys admiring her wanton figure, murmuring among themselves in the tables.

She looked sinfully sexy indeed, and her hurt eye made her looked even more attractive. 

She thought that she wasn't going to be able to dance at all, blinded by the lights as she was, and she thought she was going to stumble on her high heels and fall over the tables inevitably.

The cat calls became loud again, and she could sense the men were growing impatient. They wanted the doll to perform for them.

She desperately tried to remember Harry's instructions. She knew he was looking at her, watching her every move. She panicked, thinking that she could not disappoint him, or punishment would follow...

The band began a funky piece. There had been no time for rehearsals, no time for nothing. She depended now on her natural feel for the music, as Harry had put it, and she knew it.

She moved carefully to the center of the stage, and then faced them and began to dance with her hips and arms, slowly at first, without moving her feet at all... She felt self- conscious as hell. 

After a minute or so, always following Harry's leads, she sat down and took her high heels off, slowly, giving them a good view of her pussy lips, barely covered by the latex thongs... The men screamed wildly.

She raised her small pretty foot and licked her own toes languidly for a moment. This had the weird effect of relaxing her.

Then the music got to a faster drive. Ashley stood up barefoot and, gaining confidence, danced to the rhythm, now moving her feet in cadence. 

The men grew excited by looking at this diminutive beauty dancing with such a horny feel, and got to shout obscene compliments to her. 

There was such a radiant smile on Ashley's lips than even Trish thought that her friend was a natural slut... Ashley was thrilled with the men admiring her!!

They had seen nothing yet. She got rid of the long cape and then of the thongs that covered her nipples. Her plump breasts sprang free, and everybody could see that her large pink nipples were already hard... and that heavy golden rings hanged from them...

Ashley held the chrome tube with both her small hands, and got to dance there, languidly pressing her cunt against the tube. It was cold, but soon she was very wet down there. The coins pressing her clit had her permanently wet and irritated down there.

The music changed then to a frantic pace, and a big man of hairy chest wearing a red mask and holding a whip came in. He whipped the floor, and shouted:

"Showtime, bitch!! On your knees!"

She immediately did as ordered. She tried to remember Harry's leads. Then the man approached her, and pushed her head until she was facing his black boots. 

He whipped the floor again. She kissed and licked his boots. The crowd yelled.

He raised her hips up, while forcing her to keep her face down, and making her ass face the public. He slashed the floor hard, and she got rid of the thongs that barely covered her ass crack and her pussy. Now she was bare naked. 

Another slash to the floor beside her and Ashley got to move her hips lusciously, spreading her cunt lips open with her fingers, showing the golden coins that pressed her clit. All of the guys screamed and whistled uproariously.

She was getting very hot with all this, and when Spice focused a strong red light on her pussy, everybody could see the moisture shining on her small pink lips.

The band went then to a horny jazzy trio of drums, bass and trumpet, and then the man with the red mask put her hands behind her back and locked handcuffs to them. He put a blindfold over her eyes. This had been the part of the performance that Ashley had tried to refuse to, unsuccessfully. It scared the hell out of her...

She was on all fours, her ass up on the very edge of the stage, and while Red Mask kept whipping the floor, Spice announced:

"Very well, gentlemen. As you can see, our cutie here has a delightful little cunt, and a by no means less adorable derriére, waiting for you to taste. The bid now begins at $ 200 dlls. I repeat now: $ 200 dlls, who gives more?..."

After a second, several men were practically fighting to be the first one to enjoy Ashley's body, and Harry and Sam knew then that Ashley was a gold mine.

"Are you sure the license covers this?" - asked Trish very worried. She knew how a pack of drunken men could behave. She didn't know things would be like this.

"I don't think so" - said Harry sarcastically - "But you know, I can always offer a nice time with Ashley in exchange of not paying too much attention to legal technicalities ha ha!!"

"You just use her, don't you? She doesn't mean a thing to you"

"Watch your mouth, girlie. It's you who doesn't know a thing. And remember that you'll earn better money just because I listened to Ashley's plea..."

One by one, her customers fucked her, at their will, in the ass or in her cunt, and some of them in both holes alternatively. Others took then turns to fuck her sweet mouth, and there came a stance in which she was receiving three guys at a time, one in each one of her holes. 

Things got out of hand when she was busy accepting pricks in her mouth and ass, when two pals started arguing over who'd be next in her pussy. They settled the matter by penetrating her at the same time in her cunt, thus forcing her to receive four cocks simultaneously. 

"Nhhg!! Mmgh!!" - she complained in vain, her mouth full of hard cock.

There was something in Ashley that inspired to inflict her pain, maybe her small frame and innocent looking eyes. Many of the men pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts hard, while others slapped her hard and spat on her face until it was full of saliva. 

Some of them took pleasure in giving her a rough spanking and biting her fat ass cheeks hard, to the point of making them bleed, leaving marks on her soft skin. Another one smacked her large breasts until they were red, and gave a big bite to one of her nipples that made her scream in pain. 

Things were getting totally out of control, with seven guys biting her and hitting her and fucking her furiously at the same time. 

In spite of the pain, poor Ashley had managed to cum several times by then, the rougher the treatment to her body, the stronger the orgasm... But Douglas and several other bouncers intervened and, not without big effort, pushed the customers away.

When Ashley was visible again ( she had dissapeared under the pack of fiends ), she was laying spent face down, covered with sperm and spits, babbling incoherently...

Then Red Mask forced her to get up. He attached a silver chain with many ends to the rings on her nipples, belly and clit, and pulled her rudely while she shrieked in pain.

"Ah please, you're going to severe my nipples!! NO, PLEASE DON'T!! DADDY!! DADDY!! PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!!"

Harry was thinking that things couldn't go on like this everynight, or else his slave would become old pretty soon... He had to do something to control the beasts, next time, including that damned Red Mask. Who had hired that man?

Red Mask pulled the chain around the stage, making her comically walk fast on tip toes to avoid having her nipples severed, while Spice asked the men for more money, if they wanted to have the privilege to urinate in her asshole. 

Bills exchanged hands swiftly, and soon poor Ashley was forced to lie on four legs again, her eyes still blindfolded, and now real terror making her gasp uncontrollably.

A large plastic tube was inserted in her asshole, and the guys with their bladders full took turns and filled her rectum with urine. 

In spite of her painful embarrassment, Ashley had another strong orgasm when she felt her intestines filled with warm urine.

Many of them urinated all over her and on her face, while others chose to relieve themselves in their rectum.

After six of the men were allowed to urinate inside her, finally Red Mask sealed her anus with a very large plug that distended her ass to dangerous proportions, keeping the warm urine inside her bowels. She felt that her distended belly, full of urine, was going to explode... 

With a scream of pain, she felt her asshole being ripped apart by the enormous plug; her eyes were filled with tears under the blindfold, and poor Ashley lost consciousness...

Harry gave the signal to end the show, with his hand up.

"We thank you, ladies and gentlemans" - shouted Spice- " for having attended the inauguration party at Ashley's Hot Spot!! Did you like it? I bet you did!!

Then come back tomorrow... you don't know what surprise our STAR, the unique Little Ashley the Hot Cunt may hold for you..."

Trish was crying...

To be continued...



The Waitress Ch. 7



The first thing Harry did after the show was to carry Betty on his arms and throw her inside DarkHorse's cabin.

Ashley recovered her consciousness only after several minutes, after the men had beaten and fucked the hell out of her. She could barely stand up, and the girls were taking her to the bathroom, all spent and stinking of piss and sperm, and still Betty had the nerve to make mock of her... 

Harry ordered the giant size plug be taken off her ass hole, but poor Ashley already was suffering of acute pain and irritation in her bowels...

"There you are, bitch!! Look at yourself now, you silly slut!! What kind of a pitiful star you are, that all the men abuse you!! I'm happy!! You hear that, bitch? This is the happiest day of my life!! Ha ha ha!!"

Harry just watched Betty silently for some moments, then he caught her in his arms and carried her to his trailer.

"I've had enough of you, Betty. You insist in being a cheap bitch, well, alright, you'll have what you've been asking for!"

Betty's pretty blue eyes were open as plates, in shock.

"Hey no!! What you're doing, Harry? I'm not your slut! Leave me alone right now!! You want to abuse someone? Then go and abuse that silly bitch Ashley!!"

"Of course you're not my slut" - said Harry - " I don't set my eyes in cheap whores such as you!!"

Tears filled Betty's eyes, when they reached DarkHorse's black shiny frame.

"A-alright. I've had enough too" - said Betty - " I always liked you, but I don't have to endure your insults. Just let me go now and I won't make a fuss..."

Harry looked at her, an amused expression in his dark eyes, while she was sobbing. Everybody was looking at them.

"Can't you see that I love you, asshole?! Why you hurt my feelings?! Why are you so blind, you stupid motherfucker trucker!!!"

I was there, and I could notice that everybody heard Betty's confession of love. But Harry laughed softly. He didn't care much for her feelings, I knew that.

He talked to her in a very soft voice, so that nobody else could listen. I'm telling you this because Betty told me later. I was kind of a confident to most of the girlies there.

"You love me, eh? Well, I don't love you, you silly girl. I love Ashley..."

"No..." - Betty said softly, and her cries became the sorrowful cries of a scorned woman... " No, don't love her. Love me!!... I would die for you... Please don't hurt my feelings this much... I can't stand it..."

"Then never offend Ashley again. Never again. You hear that, Betty?"

"No. No. Never. I promise, I promise. Will you love me, baby? I'll kill myself if you don't make love to me... I swear I will!!"

Harry was losing his patience.

"You can kill yourself anytime you want. Now, if you're still gonna work here, you'll do exactly as I say. Otherwise, walk on your smelly feet outta here and never come back. There are enough girls at the restaurant envying your position. So?..."

"No. No. I'll stay. I'm sorry, baby. You hurt my feelings. Will you love me... Please, baby..."

"I love Ashley. But if you don't mind, I can give you the remnants of my heart, ha ha!!"

You know, Harry had never fucked Betty at all. He just liked to tease her, telling her that he would give her the fuck of her lifetime one day. He just liked to tease her pinching her bottom and her tits, and sometimes kissing her deeply, planting on her one of those big deep kisses of his. 

"I may give you a real good fuck, one day. Is that good enough for you, Betty? Because if it isn't... you may go to hell!!... And don't bother to come back, because the door will be closed forever for you..."

Betty had grown totally infatuated with Dirty Harry... It had only been a game for him... but she had fallen in love with him... That was why she hated Ashley so much, and because Ashley had classy looks...

Harry knew how to talk to a girl, and make her crazy for him. Betty was hopeless, just like little Ashley had been, and they both knew it.

"Yes. Yes, baby. I'll be good. I'll stay"

"I thought you said you wanted to leave"

"No. No. I'll be good. I'll be happy with a little of your love..." - Betty's pretty blue eyes were full of tears... and hope now- " But please love me, even if you have to love that stup... even if you have to love Ashley too. Please... I'll be happy with that. Please, baby..."

Harry looked at her, amused to no end.

"Mhh... We'll see, we'll see. Depends on if you are a good little girl with me"

"I'll be a good girl!! I promise!! Try me!!"

*******

He took her to Wally's too. And when they got back, I knew that he had had a few tatoos made on her. Tatoos... and a single piercing on her body... I couldn't see any of that right away, but I saw her later that night, when she was forced to be on all fours, right at the entrance to the Hot Spot, all naked, chained to the wall...

... All naked, except for a pair of long black boots covering her pretty smelly feet ( another of Harry's ideas heea heea ), and going up to her thighs... 

She looked strangely beautiful, her long blonde hair covering her face and caressing the dirty floor, and nothing else on but a single, big and heavy silver ring hanging from her belly, and a dog collar attached to her neck and to the wall.

Yes, the contrast between her very white skin and the long black boots made her look strangely beautiful. So I was hypnotized by the view, and I just stood there, I'm sure already drooling, holding the stupid broom in ma old black hands heea heea heea...

... Until Harry came and asked me if I was done with my cleaning job, since he could see that I was very relaxed. I said, no I wasn't, and please excuse me, sir, I'm gonna go on with ma chores now... But Harry said to me:

"Well, this little bitch needs to be taught some good manners, don't you think so, Barth?"

"I- I don't know, sir. This is none of ma business, I reckon, sir" - I just managed to say.

I'm always terrified to make the bosses angry, since my... room and board ( so to speak ) depend on my ability to have them content with me...

"Come on, don't be afraid. I think I'll let you have a nice time with lil Betty here..."

I was going to say no, very embarrassed, but he looked at me impatiently, with that cruel gaze of his... so I just stood there, petrified. I'm sure I looked very ridiculous, still holding the broom in ma hands, and my eyes open wide, all hunched back because of ma fear.

"Just do it. Now" - he said and walked away.

I felt even mo' embarrassed to have to take ma dick in front of everyone there, and because I'm sure everyone could see ma old trousers, all sewn to cover the holes.

"I'm sorry, nina Betty. You know I can't say no to the boss" - I said.

She didn't say nothing, just closed her eyes while I started to shake ma wang. I had some trouble at first to reach an erection, it had been years since the last time I had had a pussy for me... but then Betty had a nice slim rounded ass, and now a very enticing tatoo of a red bulleye around it. Right above it, you could read these words:

FUCK MY ASS FOR FREE!

... tatooed over her lower back, and an arrow pointing to her asshole encircled by the bulleye.

So that made me hot soon, as I'm sure it made hot the countless johns that indeed fucked her ass for free, since she was appointed by Harry HONORARY HOSTESS for the Hot Spot, heea heea heea... didn't he have a sense of humor, the bastard...

So I just fucked her, man. What could I do? I didn't last long, I have to say. I'm not young anymore, so what were you expecting? But I at least filled her guts with my still warm milk. I suppose the milk is warm even when you die... but not much longer than that heea heea heea...

Betty didn't move at all, she just lied there on all fours. We found out later that she was what the doctors call a frigid. Yes, she couldn't feel much pleasure down there. Never. And she wasn't very pleased either of being fucked by the old cleanup man heea heea heea...

*******

The night went by, and Spice announced on the big apeakers to the johns that were dropping by ( in large numbers again, since the gossip had run away fast, that the show at the Hot Spot was indeed hot ) that Betty was going to be their hostess, and that they could use her body orifices FOR FREE! as warm- up act... and so they did... every night, for many months to come. 

There was also another tatoo on her belly, the words:

FREE CUNT HERE!

... and an arrow pointing to her snatch. She must have received whole dozens of litters of man's seed in her cunt and in her asshole and in her mouth, all those nights, never being able to have an orgasm to sooth her embarrassment.

*******

But time has come to stop laughing now, because what I'll tell you made me sad when it happened... and I still feel sad when I remember all the pain that poor Ashley had to suffer after that night. 

Well, to begin with, Harry had been very mad at Sam, because Ashley had been treated too roughly the night before, the opening night, and he wanted to know who had prepared the 'show' to be that way... 

But Sam feigned ignorance and just kept saying that he was the administrator only, and that he didn't know what Harry was taking about. There was a strange smile on Sam's lips while he was saying this, though.

"Then who the hell was?" - asked Harry very angry. Then he asked Douglas ( the first time ever, and one of the very few times those two ever exchanged any words at all ), but Douglas smiled too and said that he didn't know either. 

Then Harry went to the bar, and asked Red Mask ( who had taken his mask off his face by then ), and was drinking cold beer there, if he knew who had ordered the show to be that way. 

But Red Mask said harshly that he didn't know, and that he didn't care either, that he just had done his job and he was waiting for his pay, and that was that, screw the bitch if she hadn't liked it.

This was no way to talk to Dirty Harry, of course not... but, weird enough, he backed off in silence, after exchanging nasty looks with Red Mask. 

Harry had just realized a very disturbing fact: After the show, his pals the drivers weren't there anymore. Worse, he didn't know many of the new customers at all... 

And now he was alone here, facing the prospect of having to fight not only Red Mask, but very probably also Douglas ( who was a very big man ) and maybe the other bouncers too. And all those bouncers Douglas had summoned from the north looked all like hardened crooks, lemme tell ya... 

So Harry was wise in swallowing his hurt pride at that moment, even though Sam and Douglas were laughing dryly behind his back. But sadly, his prudence wasn't useful anyway, as you'll soon see.

*******

Fortunately for him, Ashley didn't see that embarrassing moment. She was taking a shower, feeling all numb and dizzy. She had a very irritating ache inside in her bowels. 

Harry came in silently, and looked at her sheepishly while she was under the hot water. 

She didn't say anything. She had felt very sad that Harry had allowed the men to treat her so bad at the show, but she thought that if that was the way her man wanted things to be, then she would do it. But tears came to her beautiful blue eyes...

"Baby..." - he started. Then, he didn't know how to go on. He wasn't used to apologize. He finally managed to say:

"Baby, I'm sorry of what happened..."

She looked at him, very surprised.

"No, baby, I had nothing to do with it. It is true that I'm dominant, and that I want you to be mine and obey my commands... but that was too much, even for me. I had nothing to do with the roughest parts of it. I swear I didn't"

"But then who..."

"I don't know exactly. If I did, I'd kill the man. But I think it wasn't a single man's decision"

"Sam and his... friends he brought!"

"Right. It was them "

"I never liked those men, Douglas and the other ones he brought with him. You are rough, but they are MEAN. I can see it in their eyes"

"I know, baby... Baby..." - Harry hesitated again, and then, the words he said, it was the first time ever he said those words to anyone... " Baby, I love you"

Ashley couldn't believe what her pretty small ears were telling her, at first. Then, she fell to her kness and held Harry's legs with her small hands.

"Thank you, my love " - she said.

"Get up, baby. Baby, I was so foolish I can't stand myself. Baby, we are in danger here. We are in serious danger here. I fear all of Sam's friends are ex- cons, and that they all were in prison for serious crimes..."

"They certainly look like hardened criminals" - said Ashley.

"Yes. It is my fault. I am very sorry, baby. I'm always playing with life, and now life is playing back with me... only life can be much tougher than I..."

Ashley felt very sad to realize that Harry was actually scared. She offered bravely:

"I will do as you say, my love. I am yours"

"No, no, you don't understand, baby. We have to get out of here. I just saw hatred in Sam's eyes. If I'm not here, who knows what they would do to you!!"

Ashley shivered, terrified to death. It was true... She could sense it in Douglas' mean eyes. Who knows what she would do to her if he laid his hands on her.

"Then let's go away, Daddy!! Take me away!! I'll go with you wherever you take me"

"Yes, baby, we'll do just that. But not now"

"Why not now? Daddy, I can't stand that goddamned show! " - she said boldly - " I wanna be your slave, not other men's!! I hate them!! They are mean, you care about me but they just want to make me suffer" - she cried again - " I am not an animal!!"

"Yes you're right. I'm sorry that I put you through that. I... "

Harry felt to his knees. She caressed his dark hair.

"You don't have to say you're sorry with me, you're my owner. But please let's go away. I was happier when I was a waitress. Please stand up. It's me who's supposed to be at your feet, and not the other way round..." 

She managed to make him smile. There were tears in his dark eyes now. Before standing up, he bent and kissed her pretty small feet many times.

"Yes, baby, I promise you I'll take you out of here. But I can't now"

"Why not?"

"I don't have any money left. Stupid me, I put all of my loan and all of my savings into the night club. Now I'm ruined... "

"Oh God. Then what are we going to do now? Can't you take all the money from last night, and we'll just get away?"

"No way, with all of the bouncers armed and ready to attack"

"Yes. I'm sorry, baby. That was stupid. I shouldn't have said that. I just want us to go!!"

"I know. Don't worry. I'll go do a... special job"

"What job?" 

"Don't ask. I'll be back soon. Meanwhile, try to endure the shows. I'll talk to them in a minute too, I'll ask them to tone it down" - he looked very sad - " I'll go now, baby"

Her eyes were filled with tears again.

"Don't leave me here, please. I have a horrible feeling in my guts"

"We can't go away without money. I'll get very good money for this job " - he caressed her gorgeous face - " Don't worry, I'll be back in a couple days "

She was terrified.

"Daddy, please don't go without me... "

He hesitated. He should have taken her hand then and take her out of there even naked, climb in the DarkHorse and just hit the bloody road... but he didn't. That was a horrible mistake that he would regret hours later, when his life was coming to an end... 

If he had taken her with him, both of them would have died... but a few hours later poor Ashley was wanting to die too anyway...

His pride took the best of him. He couldn't stand being a loser. He had to have money first, to take good care of his baby. 

He kissed her lips, and that was a long, delightful one, the kiss of the true lovers.

They didn't know it was their last kiss.

He went out. She fell to her knees, and started to sob uncontrollably. She was about to run after him, but her submissive nature made her obey her man and stay there, on her knees...

*******

"Please, Sam, do not allow anyone to piss inside her or to hit her that vicious way ever again" - said Harry before leaving -" If that happens again, I'll get dynamite and I'll blow the night club to pieces. I swear I'll do it!!"

The men were not impressed. They were still smiling mockingly, and Sam and Douglas exchanged a quick knowing look, that Harry ( because he was much younger, thus, inexperienced ) couldn't perceive. To his surprise, Douglas addressed him directly:

"Ok, man, you's right. Da was too much shit on the lil bitch. I dunno who did that, but I'll not allow any scum to do it again... I'll take care of it"

Harry was surprised.

"Thanks"

Betty had noticed when Harry had backed off on the verge of a fight with Red Mask, and so had I.

Douglas was a black man, just like me, but I didn't like him either. He was disrespectful on me, just as all his men were, and he wasn't a good man, I could tell from miles...

Now Betty saw Harry rushing out, tears in his eyes, and still on all fours she wondered what the hell was happening. Some few johns were still forming a line to fuck her for free, most of them already inside watching the Dallas dancers...

That night's show was different. Nobody was allowed to piss inside Ashley anymo', and nobody was allowed to hit her no mo' eitha. The men could fuck her on stage still, but the bouncers enforced some order to it. 

So for a moment, sweet Ashley thought that maybe it wasn't going to be that bad after all. But she didn't know that all of the abuses she had already suffered, were nothing compared to the horrible, inhuman nightmare of pain that was coming her way...

*******

What Harry had planned to go back and take Ashley out of there, was to agree to do a quick job. He had friends in California. They had offered him to transport drug in his trailer more than once. He had always said no to them, but this time he said yes, because there was big money on the job.

All he had to do was take the cargo to the north in Oregon, they had said... But when the men were loading the crack packages into his trailer, he didn't know he was never going to complete the trip. 

Some hours later, he was driving in the forests of Northern California, DarkHorse struggling to go up a very inclined hill, all full with the drug. 

Then, DarkHorse had it easier, when the road followed downhill. The trailer gained speed dangerously, but Harry was an expert driver, and he used the powerful engine to slow down the speedometer.

Still, it wasn't enough, and the trailer started to zig zag somewhat. Harry had already thought distractedly that the brakes hadn't been responding as smoothly as usual. But he had too much confidence in his impressive DarkHorse, so he didn't worry, and he pushed the brakes pedal about one third.

Suddenly, the heavy air brakes failed, and there was a big SSSSSSSSSSSS!! noise outside the cabin.

The road had been straight for a while, but the contours of Lake Cheetachooga were visible now, in the late night, and there were heavy curves ahead of him... 

DarkHorse was zigzagging violently now, struggling to remain on the road...

He understood. He had thought he was very smart... but he reckoned he wasn't. These crooks had easily fooled him. 

He understood why Douglas had promised to protect Ashley from further abuses by the customers. He was only distracting him... Making him forget the important things.

"You slashed the brakes rubbers, just a little bit, you motherfuckers!!" - he thought - "... How clever..."

He felt suddenly very sad. What would they do to Ashley? He wouldn't be there to protect her fragile body... 

The trailer resembled a mad giant snake, violently sliding down the road. Harry opened the door and tried to jump out, but it was late. The cabin had just easily broken the road's protections.




The Waitress Ch. 8



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*******

I dedicate this story to Connie the Hot Cunt.

And its conclusion, which is coming soon, to...
well, let's call her Miss X for now. She's in Alabama too... and that's all I will say :-)

*******

Douglas and Ashley disappeared in the bathroom.
Trish went to the counter and stood right in front of Sam, still crying.

"Hey what the hell is this, Sam? What the hell you think you're doing?"

"Mind your own business, girl"

"She's a human being, for Christ's sake! I'm gonna call the police right now!"

Sam reached for her neck and grabbed it, roughly.

"You do that and Ashley may not be alive by when they arrive..."

Trish gasped, and tried to take his hand away, but he was much stronger.
He released her neck.

"W-what... what happens to you, Sam? You are different now. You now resemble that Douglas!"

Yes, what was happening to him? He had been a calm little business man for years, and now Douglas had reminded him of a time when he was young and powerful. 

He was being fooled by this mirage of manhood, this delusion that he could be a young stud again... but he was old now. And some things will never change, no matter how smart you think you are...

Douglas wasn't so young either, already at 54. Lemme tell ya, man, itssa big mistake when a man don't wantsta acknowledge the passing o' time... 

*******

Trish went out of there and drove her battered Ford straight to little Tim's school, and found to her dismay that the boy wasn't there in his classroom. Oh shit! Ashley wasn't able to take care of her child anymore. She had to do something. She headed straight to Mr. Sanders office.

"Hey where you're going? You need an appointment to see the Director!"- said the secretary.

"I'm sorry, this is an emergency!"- said Trish.

*******

Ashley was allowed to take a bath, but he ordered her to keep the giant plug in her asshole. Her intestines felt like burning, all filled up to the limit with semen, but she obeyed. 

They reached the backyard. He ordered her to crawl into Sam's hens cage and sleep there. It stank of chicken shit, but she didn't mind. She was very hungry now, but he had said the punishment would be terrible if she dared speak, so she just closed her eyes while Douglas closed the door.

In spite of the hunger of so many hours without eating anything, she fell asleep very soon... The hens at first bit her skin and made lots of noise, but then they got used to the new guest. 

Ashley barely felt the bites. She desperately needed to get away from her now unbearable reality...

*******

Betty chose to not say a word at all. What she was being witness to made her want to just go away from that evil place and never come back. But she couldn't do it.

She just wasn't capable of losing Harry forever. So she chose to wait, trembling inside, terrified that Douglas might want to abuse her too.

She didn't like Ashley, but this shit was too much. She said to herself that she would wait for his comeback, he would fix things for sure. 

Betty didn't know that Harry's trailer had sank to the bottom of a lake in California...

*******

Little Tim was at one of Ashley's neighbor school mothers' house, and as she knew the woman too, she was allowed to take the little boy to her own place, just when the woman was about to call the authorities. That wouldn't be necessary, assured Trish, she was heading for the police anyway, for Ashley was in trouble. The woman of course wanted to know more, but Trish said there wasn't time for that.

*******

Douglas came again by sunset. Ashley felt it was the cruelest blow to force her to leave the sweet land of her dreams, where there were no evil men...

She was full of chicken shit, scratches and bites by then.

She crawled to the joint again. Sam argued with Douglas, saying that Ashley was who was bringing big money, so she would be the star of the show.

"Hey she's my slave now! A deal is a deal!"

"No way, Douglie. No way. Yes, she's yours now, but she'll be the star of the show!"

"Samsta, she's in no good shape to be no star of no show!"

"Yeah, thanks to you... Well, I don't care. The place is mine, and she'll be the star!"

They exchanged hard glances for a moment.

"O-right!" - said Douglas, a nasty look in his eyes.

He pulled her by the chain, and waves of pain came to her delicate neck. Douglas was furious and he was going to take it on her.

Then she had to crawl up to the stage. The chain was too heavy, and all her body ached painfully. To climb up the three wooden steps was an almost unbearable task. 

"Wanna see a little private show, Samsta? I haven't fucked this lil bitch yet... I think I may do that soon..."

Ashley was ordered to crawl to the center of the stage.
Douglas came and stood beside her.

"Stand up, whore"

She did.

"Now you wait here, bitch. And don't move..."

She was starving, and now she had to be standing on her feet. Nearly three hours passed. Ashley fell on her knees, incapable of sustaining her body on her feet anymore. Then Douglas tied her hands to the light bars on the stage ceiling, with tight ropes. He pulled the ropes, and Ashley was forced to stand on tip toes, her arms up.

"You want your show, Samsta?"- he murmured- "O-righty, you'll have yer show!!"

The johns started to come soon after, and this time they paid little attention to Betty at the entrance. The sight of Little Ashley bare naked and tied to the ropes was too enticing...

Douglas waited until the place was nearly full. Then Red Mask came. He was told to hand his mask and whip to Douglas, and he did. 

Douglas put the mask on his face. Spice introduced the show, and the new Red Mask took control, while the musicians were swiftly ushered out for the night...

The johns, sensing something, were expectant.

"Showtime, bitch!! Spread your legs as open as you can!"- Douglas yelled.

She obeyed. Her arms were aching painfully now.

Then Douglas put a dog's food bowl between her legs, and he took the plug out of her asshole. More than two hundreds fellas have deposited their semen up her bowels the night before, and all that cum came down loudly and fell on the bowl.

There was so much sperm inside her ass that the bowl was soon filled up, and still more sperm spilled outside of it. She felt relieved now, and her tortured belly recovered her normal shape.

Douglas took a box of dog crackers and emptied it over the bowl. The resulting mix of semen from 24 hours ago and dog food well- filled the bowl and its surroundings.

He loosened the ropes then, and she was so tired of standing on her toes that she fell on the floor heavily. He pushed her face down to the bowl.

"Eat!"- ordered Douglas, the mask on his face.

After more than 24 hours without eating anything, Ashley look at the bowl with hunger in her swollen eyes. She started to munch the dog crakers noisily.

"You'll eat all of it, including all the cum. You better leave the bowl shiny clean, whore!!"

There was a heavy silence at the joint, the men struggling to look closely while Ashley ate the dog food with cum. She obeyed and left the bowl clean with her tongue, after she had swallowed all. The men cheered and applauded wildly.

Douglas pulled her roughly again by the ropes in her wrists, and she was forced to stand up on tip toes again.

"There you are! That's the way to feed your bitch!!"- he yelled. The men laughed.

He whipped the floor then. She sensed what was coming. 

"I'm gonna slash you now, bitch! Now you can talk. You gonna count down all of them. 20 of them. If you fail to count as much as one, then we'll start the count again..."

CRACK!- the first one came out, in full force, lacerating her already bruised back.
"O-one!"- she screamed. The whip left a red tail of blood on her tender skin.

CRACK! CRACK! "T-two!... T-three!"- her voice came in painful moans. But she was almost happy for the simple act of speaking. Not being allowed to say anything for hours was a horrible sensation.

*******

"He was beating her all night long, you say?!"- asked Liutenant Morrow- " Gheesh, what kind of a night club is that?"

"It just opened for business. If you don't stop him, he's going to kill her"

"Is she doesn't press charges by herself, it will be difficult. We can't go and just bust the place without a court order"

"That Douglas has a criminal record. And I'm sure all of his friends are no angels either"

"Still, we have no grounds to just step in and arrest them. Not without any evidence that a crime has been commited"

"He's going to kill her!"

The detective looked at her, annoyed by her yelling.

"Alright... What we could do is send a night club inspector. If he finds anything wrong with the way the place is run, then we may put the license on hold and close the place for a while, open an investigation... That is all that we could do... if there's anything suspicious at all"

"Yes, officer, please do that..."

Trish decided to not go to the place for a while. She had gotten good money in the inauguration show. She had to take care of Little Tim now, before the city decided to take him in custody claiming negligence...

*******

"N-nine... teen!" - Poor Ashley screamed in agony. Douglas prepared the last stroke. Fearing more slashes, she had managed bravely to count aloud all of the them, but now her mind was barely working anymore. Ashley's back and ass cheeks were full of long bleeding red marks. 

CRACK! - it came... but Ashley failed to count it aloud. She had lost consciousness again.

Douglas thought for a moment. He asked for a cube of water. He threw the water violently over Ashley's face. She recovered her senses and gasped. The pain on her back and ass was overwhelming. He loosened the ropes again, and Ashley fell, hitting the floor heavily. 

He pulled her by the hair and she slid on the polished wooden floor, until he stopped at the center of the stage. He surrounded her delicate neck with the whip and then pulled her head towards him. Now she could hardly breath. 

With his other hand, he raised her hips, and then took his penis out and penetrated her pussy. That wasn't easy, for he was even bigger and thicker than Harry or Sam. But his donkey- like dong received help for the task. He smiled. Ashley's cunt was wet with her own moisture!!

His whole cock was soon inside her. He fucked her slowly for minutes, taking his prick almost out of her, and then going to the end of her vagina. She couldn't even take it all, and the base of his penis remained outside, so long it was.

She could barely breath, the whip rolled on her neck, a hissing sound coming out of her lips at every breath...

No one was paying any attention to Betty, so she came to see. It was quite a sight: Ashley's eyes were almost totally closed, so swollen they were; her red hair caressing the wood floor, her hips up, being penetrated from behind by this big black man; the whip around her neck made her breath heavily.

Ashley started to moan. Softly, then loudly. He noticed and then he loosened the pressure of the whip around her neck. Much to her embarrassment and shame, her hips started to sway out of her control, as if they had a life of their own, reaching for his thrusts. 

Douglas finally made her come, and she couldn't muffle the animal moans that were coming out of her throat. He had managed to release her most primitive female instincts!

He came inside her. Her cunt felt more distended than ever before.

He then kicked her on the ass with his heavy boots, and she screamed again, and fell face down.

"The bitch came! Did you see that? She really is a slut!"

Spice then announced the bidding was going to take place, and the men, with glassy looks in their eyes, surrounded Ashley menacingly.

"Ok, kind gentlemen" - said Spice on the speakers-" we remind you that it is not allowed to be too rough on Little Ashley anymore. Please follow the new rules, we don't want to have to interrupt you in your pleasures suddenly, so please behave, and... haaaave FUN!!"

Ashley was so full of bruises, marks and bleeding wounds all over her body... the poor child didn't need any more beatings, certainly... There was an ugly red mark all around her neck now, where the whip had been depriving her of air.

Her first three customers took her three holes simultaneously.

*******

Liutenant Morrow was pensive. He had just received a fax in which the Teamsters Union was formally requesting from Chicago an investigation to be opened. One of their drivers along with the trailer he was driving had dissapeared mysteriously. 

He had been last seen at a place called Ashley's Hot Spot in interstate highway 86-I in Alabama by his fellow truckers, the fax said. So maybe this girl Trish was right, and there were ugly things happening there? Now he had an excuse to get his ass there at once!...

*******

"Mira!"
("Look!")

"¿Qué?")
("What?")

"Mierda!"
("Shit!")

I didn't have any idea that those kids had been playing by the lakeside, drinking beer, when the DarkHorse fell from the high road, and heavily hit the lake... 

Well, you never know when the fates are going to wreak havoc uh? heea heea heea... I'm just an old cleanup man, never known for any divination powers...

To be continued...



The Waitress Ch. 9



You cannot use this story for any commercial purpose, and you cannot publish it in any website other than Literotica. Respect original writing. Thanks.

*******

I dedicate this story to Connie the Hot Cunt, and its conclusion, which will happen in the next episode, to Miss X, there in Alabama.

Note: This story was never intended to be a quick teasing :-) so don't think of it as that. Its MAIN purpose is not to tease. I received an angry question: what is sexually exciting about all this? The answer is, the possession of a woman as a sexual object, and the fact that she can be forced to experience pleasure even under conditions of bondage and slavery, as any D/S couple knows.

That said, there is a huge difference between writing or reading a story and acting it up in real life. If you can't tell the difference, then you're in the wrong website.

But anyways my main purpose was not to tease, but to shock, and to make a statement about the inherent evil present in human nature, in an atmosphere of sex. 

Also, the same person implies that there hardly is nothing erotic in all this, that I have no idea what erotic writing is about. I disagree. 

Actually, the Ashley character is directly inspired in Justine, or the Misadventures of Virtue, by the Marquis de Sade. And for all the connoisseurs of literature know, his purpose was not to tease, but to shock, and to make a statement on the evil nature lurking within the human beings... 

... And his literature is considered as erotic, even though many of his scenes are much more shocking and about degradation than what I present here, and even though he's been criticized as lacking in literary flair... still he's recognized today as the master of sadistic writing. I certainly used his narrative techniques. 

Someone has to tell you that storytelling and real life are different things.

You called me a sadist. This section of the site contains many stories about Sadism, because they are the core of any real Dominant/Submissive relationship, and the terms Sadism and Sadist come directly from the Marquis de Sade's name. So are all of us wild whackos, as you say, because we indulge in, yes, sadistic writing and reading? Whew it is fortunate that you aren't a court judge :-) 

And de Sade's stories are wildly whacked out... and still always to be found in the erotic section of book shops, nevertheless. How does your square mind explain that fact?

So if I am a sadist because I write stories meant for this section, then you are a sadist too because you read them? Is this true? No, it isn't. 

But there's a big difference in writing or reading stories, and acting them up in real life. Didn't your Literature teacher tell you this? ( if you ever had a Literature teacher, that is )

... But, you are right in one count: if you are one of those persons so that all you need is a quick jack off without any troubles for your puritan conscience, then yes, by all means you can look elsewhere, there's a vast selection of different types of stories in this site... 

( But by the way, if you didn't like it, how come you've read ALL the episodes, as you just confessed? Who forced you to read ALL the episodes -?!?!-)

Moreover, this site is for adults only, so stop crying, please.

Oh boy. All in all, seems I succeeded in causing a strong impression. Thus, I reached my goal with this story...

Final note: Some readers ( like this one ) seem to think that the writer is supposed to please them. Not me. A true writer wants to please himself and make a statement... We are egocentrical, did you know that? So, no I am not concerned with pleasing your desires. Look for your hand for that :-)

Even so, I always listened to POLITE and reasonable requests. So, no, I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but the story will end in episode 10, as I planned it to be from the very start. I don't know why it upsets you so much ( since nobody is forcing you to read), but that is your problem, not mine. 

You may not like the story, and that is your privilege as reader, but you of course cannot subdue my freedom of expression at all, you like it or not... That request of you sounds pretty full of bigotry to me. I've got a feeling you'll drop by again, but no, goodbye, you are not welcome in my story :-)

*******

I would like to say to you that Liutenant Morrow came and took all the crooks to jail, but sadly it wasn't so. He came, yes, but Ashley was locked in the hen's cage, and she had been ordered to not make any noise, just as every other night, and she obeyed. He and his assistant made questions, but no one reported anything suspicious, including Betty. She felt tempted to, but felt afraid of what they might do to her...

Nevertheless, he went to Lake Cheetachooga, and with the help of the local police, had the trailer located and taken out to the ground. 

They found many packets containing crack... but not all of them... Some 300 packets were missing, if the trailer was full to capacity, Liutenant Morrow noticed. 

*******

Douglas have heavy shackles put on Ashley's wrist and ankle, and threw away the ones put there by Wally. It was easy to get rid of them, but these shackles, she would never be able to take apart without ripping her own bones.

Some nights he would tie all her body up in heavy chains, and would put a mask without holes for her eyes, and would just throw her to the hen's cage, with the ass plug in her hole. 

He forced her to always eat in the dog's bowl, and often with it full of dozens of men's sperm. He would not allow her to take a shower for days, until she was stinking of semen and sweat...

He sometimes would tie her shackles to the wall of his own chambers. He then would use her body all night long, sometimes fucking her for as many as thirteen times, even though he wasn't so young anymore.

He stopped beating her, so after some weeks, she recovered her usual attractive appearance. She was not allowed though, to have sex with any man other than him, outside of the show, and after some months, only the three highest bidders would be allowed to have sex with her, and that, for a limited amount of time.

The show based its success then in his whipping her only, after she went through her dance number. So after a time she looked gorgeous and clean again... except for her back and buttocks, that had now many, many long red whipping marks.

It was always a heavy, almost unbearable ordeal for her, the whippings, but she was content that he wasn't beating her anymore, and he gave her plenty of sexual pleasure. 

She was not allowed to walk on her feet anymore but on the stage, at show time, and she became even more submissive than she had been with Harry. Was it out of fear? Or was there a component of true passion for him in her?... Well, remember that Ashley was a natural submissive...

*******

Many months before, somewhere in California...

The kids ran home nearby and called the men in the families that lived there, very near the lake. The men and the bigger kids ran and took their boat and went to the spot where the trailer had sunk. One of them had an oxygen tank and mask for emergencies in Cheetachooga County, he was a volunteer...

He had to swim many feets down, to the bottom. When he took Harry out, helped by a tire, there was lots of water inside his lungs. They tried to revive him with mouth to mouth breathing. They succeeded at making him breath again ( after he coughed out what seemed like gallons of water ), but he didn't recover his consciousness. 

He was taken to the hospital's emergency room, and all the necessary aids were applied to him, but still he remained unconscious. He had spent too much time breathing water...

Meanwhile, the man looked in the trailer's cage, it was open by the impact. He found the packets of drug. He took some out, and proceeded to open them and look at their contents.

"Diablos, es polvo!"- he said. ("Hell, it's crack!")

He went down to the box some other times, and took as many packets as he could, and gave them to his pals to take back to their homes. They then dissapeared...

*******

"There are like 300 packets missing, sir"- said Liutenant Morrow while interrogating the man.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We just thought the driver was going to die, so we took him out. That's all I know"

"Yeah, right..." But Liutenant Morrow knew he would not be able to press any charges on this man. There was no proof... 

Where the drug had come from remained a mystery, and the case was soon closed. The drug dealers in both ends of the deal preferred to remain silent, of course, even though they lost big money...

*******

After some 28 months have passed, Douglas said that Ashley would not work in the show anymore. The Dallas girls took her place. He told her she would only have sex with him, from then on.

Weeks later, Douglas made her pregnant, and told her she was to carry his baby until birth. When the baby was born, a cute girl, she had Ashley's pretty facial features, and a nice half dark half white skin. Ashley couldn't help feeling happy. 

Then Sam demanded to have the same privilege, and he and Douglas argued about it, but Douglas would not listen a word of it. Instead, he made her pregnant again, soon after, and again ordered her to carry his baby up to birth.

It was another girl, this one equally pretty and exotic - looking...

Ashley was allowed her own bedroom, and even a maid that helped her take her of the babies. 

Every plans that she had harbored to escape dissapeared. She was now a taken woman. Douglas would fuck her in the ass only, for weeks, not allowing her to have orgasms at all. 

After many weeks, she couldn't help begging for pleasure. Then Douglas would fuck her cunt, and would allow her to come... once only. The he would repeat it for weeks, only fucking her ass. 

But he became sweet at times, with her, calling her affectionate names, and softly caressing her face. After she was treated like this for months, she fell in love with Douglas, and willingly obeyed his every command. 

She was allowed to talk again, though not much. Some nights, the maid would take care of the babies, and she would be forced to sleep tied to the shackles, in the darkness, naked, in another room. She wasn't whipped anymore, but by then her back and ass were marked forever by the whip...

Ashley forgot about Harry, and I could see her all content, sitting at her Master's feet, her bowl full of dog food beside her. Sometimes, Douglas would allow her to eat human's food, especially when Gretchen would beg him to please allow her to feed Ashley well. But still she would have to eat her meals in her dog's bowl... 

Habit rules human life often, and Ashley was living now a comfortable life in slavery and bondage. Was she happy?... I don't know, but there was often a smile on her lips. More so when Douglas caressed her or kissed her. 

What I know is that people need to belong to someone, and that some clever - though evil - guys know how to break a female's soul and possess it...

*******

Harry remained in coma for all those months... He was taken care of by the county at first, and then by his sister, when the union paid her the coverage for serious accident while at work ( carrying illegal substances was not mentioned in the insurance official rules, so the company had to pay )

Then he recovered consciousness one day, and his sister and Wally were there, holding each other. They were allowed to talk with him. 

Betty had gone away weeks after she knew of Harry's supposed death. Later, she found out by Trish that Harry was in coma in a California hospital, and she came too, soon after.

"Here you are, baby"- she greeted him.

Harry cleared his throat.

"You can't know how happy I am to see you, Betty"

"Me too, baby"- She held him tight, crying.

He kissed her lips.

"How's Ashley doing? "

Betty looked at him, deep concern in her eyes.

"I'm not sure you wanna know, baby..."

To Be Continued ...