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Anything Ch. 02

By: Carole_n_Nice



We have all done things in our lives that we don't necessarily want to do. Sometimes those things that we do have consequences far deeper than the original problem we tried to correct. This story is about a lady who loved her husband and her family. She was willing to sacrifice herself for that love. Unfortunately, the consequences of that sacrifice was a burden of self-guilt that in the light of day? She couldn't pay. Her name is Bridget. She is 21 years old and married to Michael. Bridget is a petite woman, 5'1" tall, pushing 102 lbs. after eating a big meal with a 32a size breast.

This story is a continuation of Bridget's story from "Anything." The original is not that long and if you have the chance, please read it before this one. 

This is a story of a loving wife, non-consent, coercion and humiliation. If you don't like non consent, you should probably go to another genre.

I want to take a moment to thank Literotica. This is a great site, well managed and they put a lot of work into giving us an adult diversion. If you have the time? Send them a note to thank them for what they do.

All characters are over the age of 18!

*****

The next morning

I am not exactly sure how I got home. I remember taking a very long shower and scrubbing the skin off my bones while doing it. I sat at the table, drank my coffee and cried that morning. How and why did I do what I did, last night? I ran to the bathroom and vomited. My life was coming to an end. I had to stop what I did last night. I must have been drugged? There is no way, even under threat, that I could have done what I did.

I waited until 9:00 AM before I dialed Mrs. Haverhill's number at the mansion. The phone rang several times until Joseph, (Mrs. Haverhill's valet), answered. I heard his voice and immediately blurted out what I had to say while I had the courage to do this.

"Mr. Joseph, This is Bridget!" "I need to talk to Mrs. Haverhill as soon as possible, Please," I spit out breathlessly.

"I see," he answered. "May I tell Mrs. Haverhill the reason for this critical meeting?"

"Mr. Joseph, I made some very big mistakes these last two days," I gushed out. "I need to thank her for all the effort she has put into this but I can't continue this way."

There was a short five second pause and the voice on the other end just stated, "Very well, Mrs. Martino." "I will pencil you in for a visit with Mrs. Haverhill for 11:00 AM." The phone clicked dead as Joseph hung up.

Oh my God! I didn't expect to have to meet with Mrs. Haverhill. I thought I could just explain to her over the phone how this wasn't me and apologize. I wasn't sure I could face her.

I called next door to see if I could get someone to watch my kids on short notice. There was no answer. I called my parents to see if they would watch them and also lend me their car to get over to the Haverhill estate. No answer there!

At 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang. I ran to it hoping it would be one of the neighbor girls. I opened it and there standing in front of me was the lady I had met, (no had sex with), the day before. She smiled and said, "Hi!" "I know we met yesterday but we were never introduced." "My name is Becky."

I stood there dumbfounded as she explained that she had been sent by Mrs. Haverhill to watch my children while I went to the mansion and meet with her. I explained that I didn't have money to pay her or to get a cab to the mansion. She just handed me the keys to her car and told me that I should not be late for the meeting.

I arrived at the front door of the mansion at five minutes before the hour. I rang the doorbell and Joseph answered almost immediately. "Thank you, Mr. Joseph," I said. 

He nodded and with a curt, "follow me," He led me to the library and opened the door for me.

Mrs. Haverhill was sitting behind a large desk with a big Latino looking gentleman standing next to her. She introduced him to me as a Mr. Santiago. I held my hand out to him and he just looked at it. I pulled it back to my side trying not to react to the impolite snub. 

I was not invited to sit down so I continued to stand in front of Mrs. Haverhill. No one attempted to break the silence so I started the conversation.

"Mrs. Haverhill," I gulped out. "I appreciate all that you have done for Michael and me these past few days but I can't go on." "This behavior is not me, I feel guilty and I can't continue this way." "I just wanted to say that I have to decline your offer of employment." "I am also hoping that you might see your way to continuing Michael's employment with the Company."

Mrs. Haverhill finally looked up from her desk at me. She smiled and turned to Joseph who was still in the room, "Joseph, please turn on the security monitors in the back yard on."

A flat screen TV blinked to life and I watched shocked as my two kids were playing with Becky in the back yard. I just starred in wonderment.

"Mrs. Martino, we had a deal," she said. "Michael's employment is still secure." "Your children are enjoying a few hours in my backyard." "After another thirty minutes, Becky will take them to the zoo and lunch." "I wanted you to enjoy seeing them happy and playing, ONE MORE TIME."

I looked at the video camera, at my children who were playing happily. 

"This is how this is going to work, Mrs. Martino." "You made a bargain." "I honored that bargain." "Mr. Santiago is an associate from Mexico who we do a lot of business with." "You are released from your side of the Bargain, IMMEDIATELY." "You will be going back to Cabo with Mr. Santiago in approximately one hour." "Your absence will be explained to your husband and children." "We will arrange for a probate judge to declare you missing and dead very quickly." "Your family will get a small insurance settlement." "I plan on Becky, an employee of mine also, to seduce your husband, marry him and become your children's step-mother." "I would never allow children to be motherless."

"I am sorry that I can't grant you time to say goodbye to your children but Mr. Santiago is anxious to get back to his own business in Mexico."

I stood there stunned. She was intent on erasing my life, taking my children, my husband and kidnaping me to Mexico. I couldn't believe it.

I glared at her and said, "It is illegal, the police will arrest you."

I watched as each of them started laughing, (even Joseph who I had never even smiled in my presence). THEY WERE SERIOUS! It finally dawned on me that they were absolutely serious. I could feel my knees starting to give way underneath my body. My mouth started talking without my knowledge, "Please, Mrs. Haverhill, I made a mistake." "I'll do ANYTHING you want." "I'll be a good girl, I promise!" 

She just nodded and said that we had been down this path already. She had released me into Mr. Santiago's charge and she no longer had control. I collapsed to my knees and begged her forgiveness. She looked at Mr. Santiago who spoke for the first time. 

"Senora Haverhill," he said. "A deal is a deal." "I paid $15,000 to you to take YOUR problem of YOUR hands." "She is a bit smaller than most of my associates would like but I can earn the money back quickly with profit because she is a Yankee."

"I understand, Senor Santiago," she conceded. "However, I would be willing to pay you $20,000 for your troubles now and deduct them from her wages if that would be acceptable?"

I pleaded with my eyes to him as a mother, for my children. Finally I watched as he slowly nodded.

"I will accept this bargain because it is from you, Mrs. Haverhill." "However, I think this PUTA SUCIA, should apologize to me and show me her gratitude."

I looked at Mrs. Haverhill who nodded her agreement. I didn't have to wait to be told, "I am so sorry for the trouble I've caused you Senor Santiago." "My gratitude for your generosity has no bounds."

"That is good, Yankee slut," he growled. "Now crawl over here and show me how much you appreciate my gratitude."

I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. I stole a glimpse of the video screen with my children still playing in the yard and started to unbuckle Mr. Santiago's belt. I unfastened the button of his trousers and pulled the zipper down. My hands automatically circled around the waist band of his pants and shorts. I pulled them down his legs and helped him to take them completely off.

I looked up at him and he nodded. I wet my lips with my tongue and kissed the tip of his penis. I was surprised that he had a drop of precum already on the tip. I licked it off and washed the head of his cock with my tongue. I slowly took it in my mouth and started sucking on him. His cock reflexed upward with my touch and I felt his hand behind my head pulling me deeper onto his shaft.

"Suck me slut bitch." "Make me wet because I'm going to fuck you in the ass and you are going to beg for it." "Make my cock slick with your mouth because that is all the lubricant you'll get, PUNTA." "If you make me cum in your mouth, instead of your ass?" "The deal is off."

I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. I was sucking him furiously, making him wet. He kept doing these silent groans. I wanted to get him as close to cumming as I could so he could spend himself anally quickly. I had never done it back there and I know his size would kill me when he entered. I kept telling myself to suck, to watch when he was ready to cum and to relax myself when he entered me from behind.

Finally, I couldn't risk it any longer. "Please fuck me in my ass, Senor Santiago." I looked up and he shook his head NO!

"Please sir!" "Please fuck my ass?"

I looked up again and he shook his head no again. 

I felt a hand at my elbow guiding me off my knees. It was Joseph helping me to stand. He pushed me roughly towards the desk that Mrs. Haverhill was sitting at. He stole a second of unobserved time and whispered to me, "They want you punished." "Make it quick and I'll try and pull back on the paddle."

I realized I had a friend in Joseph, for the first time. I bent over the desk and looked at Mrs. Haverhill.

"Please forgive me Mrs. Haverhill for causing you all this trouble." "I should be punished and I deserve to be spanked before taking pleasure in my ass from Mr. Santiago."

She nodded to Joseph who stepped behind me. 

I reached for the hem of my skirt. I was determined to be compliant in every way. I wanted to be with my family. I pulled the hem of my skirt over my waist. I then hooked my thumb over my panties and pulled them down below my knees.

WHACK!

"That is one." "Thank you Mr. Joseph!"

WHACK!

"That is two." "Thank you Mr. Joseph!"

By the third swat, my butt was on fire. I don't know if it is because of my petite size that I couldn't take the punishment or if it hurt everyone the same. I tried to hold my tears back but I couldn't. I felt the tenth swat come down and I knew I would faint if another one hit me. 

A voice came from what seemed as a long way away and said, "You may beg me now, Bitch."

I took a deep breath and forced it back through my wind pipe, "Please fuck me in the ass, Sir."

I hardly had the words out of my mouth and this searing pain split me in two. He entered me without lubrication or without trying to minimize the pain. He inserted his cock in my ass, pulled my hips backward onto his shaft and just made me beg for more. 

"Please Senor Santiago," I cried! "Please fuck my ass." "Please it feels so good with your big cock in my ass."

He lasted several minutes more. My legs trying to open for him but restricted by my panties fallen down around my ankles. I felt him swelling through the pain, pull me two more times and then his hot cum exploding into my bowels. He held me there, speared onto his shaft as he kept squirting into my ass. Finally, his hands released my waist and I felt him withdraw his cock from my backside.

I laid on the desk while Mrs. Haverhill finished her business Mr. Santiago. Joseph discreetly pulled my panties up over my butt given me some degree of decency. The door shut and I heard Mrs. Haverhill's heals clicking across the floor.

"Joseph, you may leave and inform Becky that she will not be needed after about thirty minutes." "Also, tell driver that Mrs. Martino AND HER children will be needing a ride back to her house in about thirty minutes."

Joseph nodded and said, "Yes, Mrs. Haverhill."

The door clicked again. I knew Joseph had left but I was still in too much pain to move from the desk. I just lay there with my skirt above my waist. I only needed, begged for a few moments of rest.

"PET!" I sprung to awareness as Mrs. Haverhill spoke. "Come here to me and make me happy."

I pushed myself off the desk and crawled to her, my legs refusing to work. I hiked her skirt up bunching the hem around her waist. I pulled her panties down her legs and off them. I looked into the eyes of this sixty year old women and knew that my life was never going to be the same. 

I opened her legs and kissed her along the inner thighs. My tongue traced an arrow to her pussy. I took one hand pressed it against her mound while I used the thumb of the same hand to caress her clit. I found it swelling under my digit and her hips moving in rhythm. I opened her up and took my tongue to her clit. I sucked on it like a child would do, albeit gently, against a milking mothers breast. I drew it in deep onto my lips and I felt her push her mound into my mouth. I plunged my middle finger into her pussy as I tongued him and I felt her cunt grasp my finger. Her orgasm starting with that first muscle tightening cascaded into one after another. It took her a minute but I finally felt her relaxing. Her stomach muscles easing and her legs falling loosely apart.

After a minute, I heard her say, "Now, Pet!" "Now it is time for your redemption."

With that, she told me to go to the bottom right hand desk draw and bring her toy. I opened it and immediately knew I couldn't take anymore. It was a very large dildo attached to a waist strap!

I brought it over to her and she told me to undress her. I stood her up and went behind her. I unzipped the fastening on her back and pulled her dress off her shoulder and down her hips. She had a half slip on so I pulled that off her then unfastened her bra. Her breasts were surprisingly firm for someone her age. 

I reached into her panties and pulled them off her legs. They were very wet and had a strong aroma of womanhood.

Finally, she said, "Fasten the strap on to me, Pet."

I had no idea what I was doing. I took the male part of the penis to the front. It was held by a ring and had a small penis type protrusion on the other side. I slid straps up her legs and placed the smaller protrusion inside her pussy lips. I then took the waist band, pulled it around her waist tightly and fastened it with the Velcro.

Mrs. Haverhill stood in front of me with a rather regal, if older body, Nude. Her rubber dick hard and swollen. She laid down on the floor with her penis pointing upwards.

"Get on top, Pet." "Fuck yourself until you cum," Is all she said.

I lifted my skirt up and straddled her. The rubber penis was dry and I was too. I fingered myself while straddling her and watched her eyes. They were fixated on me finger fucking myself in front of her. I had to get enough lubricant inside me in order to take the strap on.

I finally spread myself enough and slowly took the cock inside me. I pushed down on it and up. Each time taking a little more in than I had before.

"You have to cum for me, Pet," she said. "NO fake." "The whole deal is off if you fake."

I took her in. The rubber cock plunging inside me. I leaned forward each time so the rubber cock would push against my clit. I grasped Mrs. Haverhill's breast and twisted her nipples between my fingers as I fucked her. I plunged deeper into myself and I could feel her hips starting to move.

"Say it PET," she warned!

I didn't need to fake anything. I could feel myself welling up. 

"Oh MY GOD, Fuck me." I ground into her harder and I could feel her getting ready to explode again. Her tummy muscles started to contract as mine did.

Suddenly I just screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" 

I rocked myself up and down on her rubber cock as she pushed her hips upwards to fuck me harder. I felt her pull me down on top of her and kiss my lips. Finally both of us were finished.

Mrs. Haverhill pushed me off her and said, "Go get your children and I will tell you the next time I need you for work!"

I gathered up my panties and pulled them over my hips. I smoothed my skirt down to take the wrinkles out of it as best I could and Joseph took me to the waiting car. I got in the back seat with my kids who hugged me and told me how wonderful the "LIMO" was.

The Next Appointment:

Friday morning I received a message from Joseph. He informed me that Mr. and Mrs. Haverhill would require my assistance for an evening appointment. I would be provided my evening wear at the Haverhill's and I should be there by 6:00 PM in order to have time to prepare.

I appeared promptly at 6:00 PM and was led to an upstairs bedroom. I was surprised to see the girl Becky was already in the room and dressed as a Catholic High School girl with short plaid skirt, white cotton blouse, blue logo blazer, white ankle socks and loafers. She handed me an identical uniform for me to wear. It included a fairly plain white bra and white cotton panties. Shortly after, Mr. and Mrs. Haverhill came into room and explained our upcoming evening events.

The son of one of his most important Asian clients was having his eighteenth birthday party. The Haverhill's were hosting a party for him and several of his other friends who had just turned eighteen. We were to be the birthday boy's presents and to provide whatever entertainment they needed. The Haverhills and the birthday boy's father would be chaperones for the party to ensure that things did not get "out of hand."

The two men exited room and Mrs. Haverhill repeated several of the instructions. "Mr. Takato is a very important client." "I expect you to please these boys." It will be a way to show my husband your appreciation for all that he has done for YOU!" "If the boys run out of ideas, I will be there to supply them with more so the party won't be dull." "ANYTHING is an important word here and I want you both to assure me you understand the word."

We both nodded and agreed with a strong verbal acknowledgement.

At 7:00 PM, we were brought down into a great room. Mr. Takato was there with the Haverhills having a cocktail. In a small group to the side was a small gathering of five eighteen year old boys. They were drinking beer and giggling nervously. They seemed rather immature, even for eighteen year olds. Three of them were obese and two also had a severe case of acne. 

Mrs. Haverhill came over. She gave us both a glass of white wine. She repeated her instructions to us for a third time and we nodded at each word. She told us we could drink as much as we wished as long as it didn't interrupt "Play Time." Finally she clapped her hands and asked everyone to be seated.

Mrs. Haverhill introduced both of us to the boys. She explained that we were also "High School" girls and wanted to meet some handsome Asian boys like this group. She took me by the hand and stood me in front of the boys.

"Bridget, why don't you tell these young boys the last time you masturbated thinking about them?"

I was kind of struck dumb by the question having never touched myself thinking about them. I paused for an awkward moment and then thought of the last time I had to touch myself. "Just a few days ago, Mrs. Haverhill," I replied.

"Excellent!" she smiled back with. "And when you realized how endowed they were, what did you use on yourself to simulate there size?"

I turned red immediately. I looked down at the floor and whispered, "A cucumber."


Anything Ch. 02



Mrs. Haverhill took me by the chin and lifted my head so I had to look at the boys directly. "I'm sure the boys didn't hear what you said so I think you should repeat it more clearly, Dear."

I took a breath and repeated, "I masturbated with a cucumber thinking about you."

The boys started giggling again. One of the pimply one's raised his hand and asked if I would do that with a cucumber again so they could watch.

"Of course Bridget will!" "She not only will do it, she'll explain what she was fantasizing about while she does it for you, Won't you Bridget?"

"Yes, Mrs. Haverhill," I said.

"Wonderful," she said. "I'll have cook send up a nice cucumber for you!" "Now, Bridget, pull your skirt up and show these fine boys your panties, please."

I lifted my skirt up over my waist and showed the boys my white cotton panties. I felt Mrs. Haverhill turning me around so that they could also see the back of them.

I was done for the moment and it was Becky's turn to talk. She had a bit more experience than I did with these things and gave a much more detailed explanation. She had explained her recent masturbation fantasies about them. She said she liked to have sex with girls also and would be happy to put on a show with me for them. She said she liked anal sex if there was a "Real Man" behind her. She also told them she was actually nineteen, (Which I later found out was true).

Mr. Joseph delivered a cucumber shortly after Becky had finished her recitation. Mrs. Haverhill took it from a silver tray and handed it to me.

"Bridget, please tell the boys, IN DETAIL, what you were fantasizing about when you decided to use a vegetable on yourself."

I stood there with a cucumber in my hands staring at five boys with raging hormones. I felt a push behind my back and realized it was Becky nudging me to say something.

"I was in bed the other night after Mrs. Haverhill explained that I was to meet a group of you." "I started thinking about all of you and quite honestly I got very moist down there." "I took off my night shirt and got under the covers." "My hand went under the waist band of my panties as I thought of what you would do to me tonight."

I looked at the seats where the boys were and two of them were actually stroking themselves through their pants listening me. I closed my eyes for a moment and just decided to get this nightmare over with. I commenced to start telling this fable when Mrs. Haverhill interrupted.

"Bridget, maybe the boys would like to see you actually do it as you describe your tawdry behavior?"

I nodded to her and put the cucumber down. Becky was behind me already as she unbuttoned the back of my plaid skirt and unzipped it. She pulled it off my hips. I unbuttoned the front of my blouse at the same time. As I reached the last button on my blouse, Becky pulled it off my shoulders and whispered to me, "Let's just hurry and get this over with, Bridget."

I silently nodded and reached behind my back to unfasten my bra. I pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I was standing in front of six boys, a father and a married couple in a pair of panties, white ankle socks and penny loafers.

"Go ahead with your show and tell, Bridget," Mrs. Haverhill encouraged.

I laid down on the floor and reached into my panties. The waist band offered little resistance as I slid my hand over my mound. I closed my eyes and blotted the room from my mind. My hand ran over my mound and I opened my legs slightly to give my fingers access. My middle finger slipped between the lips of my vagina. The tip of it searched for my clit for a moment and I let myself dance across it. My body was slow to react to my enticement, slow to overcome my embarrassment.

"Becky, why don't you help Bridget with her panties so that the young men can see her better and learn?"

I felt Becky kneel between my legs quickly and wrap her fingers around the elastic waistband. With a quick tug, my cotton panties were propelled down my legs and off. Becky spread my legs further apart so the boys could see me masturbating better. She stood up for a moment and I realized she was getting me the cucumber. She approached me and held it out when I heard Birthday boy blurt out, "Can I use the cucumber on her, Please?"

"Of course you can, young master." "Any girl would love to have someone like you take her to climax rather than do it herself!" "Wouldn't you prefer that, Bridget?"

"Yes, Mrs. Haverhill," I recited.

"Excellent, then maybe you should ask the young master to make you excited?"

I didn't want him doing anything to me. I wasn't moist, there was no way he would know what he was doing and he'd kill me with the cucumber if he wasn't careful. I bit my lip and say, "Young Master, Please?" "Would you masturbate me with the cucumber?" 

He giggled, took the cucumber in his hand and knelt down next to me. I opened my legs so he could get the idea where he was actually supposed to put it. I tried to guide his hand and place the tip of the vegetable to my pussy. As soon as I got it near the opening, he just plunged forward with it. My vagina resisted the assault and he started pushing harder. I felt my body giving into the assault, feeling like he was going to split me apart.

He tried to move it in and out of me and push it deeper inside me at the same time. I arched my back up to meet it and opened my legs more. Trying to take it inside me and at the same time rubbing my clit in the hope of getting more moisture into my vagina. 

"Do you like this, slut American girl," he asked?

"Oh yes, young master." "Please masturbate me more."

He pushed harder and harder against me. I was being torn apart when I just decided to fake an orgasm. I arched my back up to meet the cucumber and yelled, "I'm cumming for you, Young Master!" "You make me feel so good." "YES, FUCK ME HARDER!"

With that, I faked an orgasm and he finally got the whole cucumber into my pussy. I opened my eyes and watched Becky who had been stripped down to her bra and panties stare at me. The cucumber impaled inside me.

The boys started chanting, "Show!" "Show!" "SHOW!"

Becky came over to me in her bra and panties. She laid next to me. Her eyes met mine and I felt her face coming closer. She turned her head slightly so that her lips would meet mine, my eyes closed instinctively to receive her kiss. Her lips were warm and soft. She kissed me tenderly and her tongue wet my lips. Her tongue parted my lips and played lightly against my teeth as my tongue met hers. We kissed that ways for several minutes. I felt safe with her.

Her hand cupped my small breast lightly. Her face moving downward as she took my nipple into her mouth and suckled on me. I felt like she was nursing from breast the way she gently squeezed it and sucked my nipple more deeply into her mouth. I started losing myself into her mouth. Shoving my whole breast into it, wanting to feed her more.

Her hand snaked lower across my tummy. Her fingers snaked through the small tuft of hair I had in my pubic area. Her finger searched for my clit and I suddenly realized that I still had the cucumber embedded inside me. 

Her finger pressed inside me and I could feel her starting to move the cucumber up and down. She made it seem like a lover, entering me and slowly bringing me to him. Her tongue was inside my belly button, washing it as her second hand pressed on my mound. The cucumber moving freely now inside me as she pressed me tighter against it every time she started to withdraw it and easing the pressure as she re-entered.

My hips started involuntarily moving against it. My knees bent and my legs wide. I forgot who was watching more interested in Becky's kisses on my tummy and her hand seduction between my legs.

Her head left my tummy and she laid again next to me. "Cum for me, Lover." "This will make the next part of the show easier for both of us."

Now her lips sucked on my ear lobe and her hand moved the cucumber more frantically inside me. This time I could feel myself, the familiar closing of my legs onto the thing that was inside me, the beginning of the contractions from my pussy onto the cucumber, the... "Oh MY GOD!" "I'm cumming, BECKY!"

With that, I just let the waves of orgasm sweep over me and lost what little dignity I had left in me.

I think I felt safe with Becky. I left myself go because I felt a moment of solitude that wasn't going to last. Becky squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, "We still have work to do." "Let's get the night done."

I nodded and started to stand up. Mrs. Haverhill took us by the hand and brought us to the "Young Men."

"I think it would be appropriate to relieve the young masters of the desires you two have created within them," she said.

With that, we both went over to them and I got down on my knees and started to undress the fat boy with the pimples. I pulled his belt loop loose and unbuttoned his trousers. I had his zipper undone and I pulled both his pants and boxer shorts down at the same time. I pulled them off his feet and threw them into the corner.

I crawled between his knees. I pushed my hands between his fat white thighs and separated them wider so I could have enough room to get to his penis. I reached out and stroked him a couple of times, feeling him grow in my hand. I bent over amidst a burst of giggling from his friends. My head bent over and kissed the head of his cock. I licked it and put it in my mouth. I hardly had my lips around it when he jerked back and let go all his cum into my face without warning. I looked up into his eyes and thought to myself, "Does this even qualify as premature ejaculation?" 

I fought the urge to shake my head in disbelief when I felt another of his friends behind me. He grabbed my hips and started to rub his cock between my ass cheeks. He pulled me closer to him and ran himself between my cheeks. I took the opportunity to wipe my face clean of fat boys cum onto the sofa fabric he was sitting on. I paid more attention when I heard Mrs. Haverhill break the moment of cleansing.

"Becky, show the young master how to have anal with Bridget please."

I groaned as I saw Becky stop whatever she was doing and come over to the boy behind me. Becky coated his penis with spit and pointed it to my rear. She encouraged him to penetrate me and at the same time, I felt fat boy starting to grow hard again. Becky had him in me about two inches when he got the idea on how to take me anally. He pulled me back onto his cock. He started pumping in and out of me.

The fat pimple boy started fucking my face. His now erect cock moving inside my mouth as he held my head still. I felt the "Young Master" behind me starting to ejaculate by the time he did his fifth stroke. His cock swelling and spitting cum deep inside me as pimple boy kept fucking my face.

We went on like this for another two hours. Becky serviced whoever came to her and I did the same thing. When it was finally done, Mrs. Haverhill took the boys to the spa, gave us a glass of wine and told us to clean up.

I went into the bathroom and sat on the floor. I just started to cry when Becky came in. She started the large overhead shower and took me by the hand. I followed her into it and she started to clean me. She kissed my lips, not sexually, but to comfort me. I heard the door open and Joseph placed bathrobes and slippers for our use by the sinks.

I looked into her eyes and asked her, "Why do you do this?"

She kissed my cheek and smiled, "the same reason you do." "I have to!"

We finished washing and she toweled me dry. We dressed and all I felt was tired. We went into the bedroom as Joseph came in. He silently placed a tray with sandwiches, milk, desserts and condiments on a dressing table. I looked up and silently thanked him with my eyes.

I started getting my energy back with the food and turned to Becky.

"So what is Joseph's deal," I asked?

"What do you mean," she asked back?

"He scared me to death when I first met him." "He tried to help me the last time I was here and he seems nice when he can be."

Becky nodded her head and said, "We all have different reasons for being here." "You have one, I have one, and Joseph has one." "One of those reasons Joseph has is me!" 

Becky leaned over, brushed a stray hair from my face and said, "Joseph is my FATHER."

*****

That is it for Part 02. I received a lot of critical comments from Part 01. Good, bad or indifferent? They are all appreciated! Thank you for reading my story.



Anything Ch. 03



This continues the story of Bridget. She is a young wife who got caught in an impossible web of problems. As often as happens, she just made things worse as she tried to correct her situation. She realizes that she can't live in this current situation. She also knows that she literally can't live without it. The two, as in real life, is often impossible to resolve.

This story is a continuation of Bridget's story from "Anything and Anything.02" Neither of the prior submissions are very long. If you have the chance, please take the time to read them prior to this submission. 

This is a story of a loving wife, non-consent, coercion and humiliation. If you don't like non consent, you should probably go to another genre.

The feedback I got from those who read "Anything 02" was very helpful. Thank you to all who took the time to write and rate this submission. If nothing else, it feeds my Ego!

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All characters are over the age of 18!

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Decision Time

I woke up the next morning with my husband Michael keeping me warm in bed. He was spooning against me, sound asleep. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I held his hand in mine and closed my eyes for an extra ten minutes sleep.

I quietly slipped out of bed and commenced to cook bacon and eggs for breakfast. I went in and got my "babies" out of bed. I hugged them, while they were still in their pajamas, until they started complaining that I was squeezing too hard. Michael came into the kitchen, ready for work with a smile on his face. 

"Bacon and eggs on a work day?" "Did I do something special," he asked?

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on his lips. "You did something very special," I said. "You fell in love with me and gave me two beautiful children who mean more than life to me."

Michael wolfed down the eggs. I loved to watch him eat. I ended up cooking three more for him. I just sipped my coffee and watched this beautiful guy who graced my table with his love. 

He left for work, I got the kids dressed and ready for play. I had made a big decision. It was time for the phone call. I was frightened but calmly resolved. I picked up the phone and dialed the Haverhill's residence. It was answered shortly by Mr. Joseph, Mrs. Haverhill's valet.

"Joseph," I said, "I need to talk to Mrs. Haverhill please."

I heard silence on the line. Joseph spoke after a minutes pause.

"Mrs. Martino, Please?" "If you need to talk to Mrs. Haverhill, do it through me," he begged.

It is the first time I talked to Joseph on the phone where he sounded human. There was a pleading to his voice.

"Mr. Joseph, I truly understand," I said back to him. More firmly, I restated, "Please connect me with Mrs. Haverhill?"

Moments later, Mrs. Haverhill came on the line. I took a deep breath. I clearly explained to her that what I had been put through these past weeks, I could no longer live with. I wanted to be released without further requirements. I could almost feel her smiling in silence on the other end.

"Mrs. Martino," she interrupted. "I am going to make this perfectly clear to you, for the VERY LAST TIME." "I own you." "I own you and all my other pets." "I have filmed every tawdry think you have done, every cock you have sucked and every one you've taken up some hole." "You will do whatever I say, with whom I tell you to and you will do it when I tell you." "If you don't understand what that means, it means... ANYTHING!" "Now are we clear on this for the last and final time?"

My voice broke a bit from nerves. I took a breath and said, "Mrs. Haverhill, I understand but I don't want to be your slave, as I'm sure the rest of your pets don't want to either."

Her voice spoke in an edgy coldness, "You are more than a slave, Mrs. Martino." "Trust me you are more than that." "Now, be here this evening for another party or I will put an end to conversations like this FOREVER!"

The phone went dead in my hands.

I sat at the kitchen table and had another cup of coffee. I called Becky to see if she was joining the "party" tonight. She said she was. I asked her to pick me so that I didn't have to drive home that evening. She agreed.

With that, I took two shoe boxes out of the linen closet. I put a gift in one, penned a quick note and wrapped both in the box. I took the second shoebox and put my journal in it. I was a fanatic about writing everything down in a journal. I then took the tape recording that I had just made of my telephone conversation I had with Mrs. Haverhill. I wrote an explanatory note about the contents of the two boxes and wrapped them for posting. I walked to the post office about thirty minutes later. I paid the postal clerk the required postage, he gave me my change and placed them in the morning mail.

The Party

Becky picked me up at five PM sharp. Michael was home in time to watch the kids and dinner was on the stove for him. I told him to leave the dishes for me and I'd clean up after I got home. I kissed the kids, gave him a special kiss and left with Becky.

Half way through the journey to the mansion, Becky pulled over into a store parking lot.

"Bridget, we need to talk," she said. "My father told me you called Mrs. Haverhill this morning "You're playing with fire." "You have no idea the consequences they'll bring." "You are putting yourself and your family in grave danger."

I reached across the seat. I gave my new friend a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Becky, I appreciate everything you are saying." "What you don't understand is that I can't go on living like this." "I also refuse to let my children become part of this." "It is bad enough that Michael will find out eventually about what I have done." "If I don't do something, it will only get worse," I firmly stated.

"Bridget, if you don't make waves your children will never be involved," she begged.

"My children will never be involved," I questioned? "How is it that your father Joseph and you are involved then?"

Becky nodded her understanding. She drove off again, heading for whatever fate had in store.

When we got to the mansion, Mr. Joseph showed us in. He had one of the maids take us to a dressing room. I was surprised to find three other women in the room with us preparing for the night. Becky quickly explained that she had partied with two other of the girls before but that she had never met the Asian woman. 

We all commenced putting make up on and getting dressed. Very expensive lingerie and evening dresses had all been laid out for us. This clearly was not going to be a repeat of the previous "Eighteenth birthday coming of age party." 

About fifteen minutes later Mrs. Haverhill entered the room. We all stood to recognize her presence. She smiled benevolently at us. She individually greeted all of us. Then she gave us our instructions for the night. There were eight business associates of Mr. Haverhill attending this evening's gala. We were to be the "fun" for the night. When we finished she did her usual "Did we understand the meaning of "ANYTHING" speech". We all nodded our understanding. As she walked from the room, she signaled to Becky, the Asian girl and myself for a private conference.

When the Asian lady walked over to us, I realized how tall she was. She was pushing at least 5'10" if not more. Mrs. Haverhill introduced her to us as "Celine." We all shook hands politely.

"The party will begin with cocktails and then dinner." "Each of you will be paired with one or several of the men." "Celine, you will be paired with Mr. Haverhill this evening." "Bridget, Mr. Takato has specifically asked to be with you," she went on.

I nodded my understanding. She then turned to Becky.

"Becky, you will be reserved for myself and the tall Italian gentleman." We all just agreed.

"After dinner, we will have a show to warm things up." "You three will be the show along with Becky's father, Joseph."

That statement caught my breath and I let out a small cough.

"Is there a problem, Mrs. Martino," she asked?

"No, Mrs. Haverhill," I said. "There is no problem, Mrs. Haverhill."

"Excellent then!" "Now, Becky, I understand that you and Bridget drove in together?" 

Becky looked at her nervously and said, "Yes, Mistress."

"I will have further use for Bridget this evening so she'll not be available for your transportation." She looked straight in my eyes, then turned to Becky and said, "Driver will take her to where she belongs."

I bit my lip and remained silent.

At 7:00 PM sharp, we were led by Mr. Joseph into the great room. Everyone was dressed in tuxedos. The servants passed out fluted glasses of champagne or took other alternative orders. Mrs. Haverhill grasped my hand and let me over to where Mr. Takato was talking with two other gentlemen. He greeted me warmly and introduced me to his associates. He asked Mr. Joseph to get me a glass of wine which appeared instantly in my hand.

I chatted with Mr. Takato throughout the cocktail hour. He was surprisingly pleasant. Joseph came in and announced dinner. Mr. Takato took my hand and wrapped it around his arm. He led me into dinner, pulled my chair out before one of the butlers could reach it and helped me seat.

Dinner was about to be served when Mr. Takato leaned over.

"Did you like my son's cock yesterday," he asked?

I was surprised by the question. Things so far had been rather normal until that moment.

"Well, did you," he repeated?

"Yes, Mr. Takato, I enjoyed him very much," I agreed.

"Wonderful!" "If you enjoyed his cock you will love mine, Mrs. Martino," he whispered. 

I just nodded and sipped on the soup that had been placed in front of me. I took several spoonful of the bisque when I heard a tinkling of fork against crystal. It was Mr. Takato drawing the table's attention.

"Everyone, it is an honor to be at this party tonight," nodding at Mr. and Mrs. Haverhill. "I wish not to be rude by doing something unacceptable so I beg your indulgence to ask a favor." 

The Haverhills nodded for him to ask the favor.

"I would like Mrs. Martino here," indicating me to the rest of the table, "to give me a blowjob." 

I looked up in a gasp but he just continued on.

"She fucked a cucumber for my son last night." "I don't think I can wait much longer for relief," he stated. "Would it be inappropriate if I had her go under the table and give me a blow job before the main entrée?"

Mr. Haverhill waved off his concerns while Mrs. Haverhill said, "Of course not!" "We are all adults and the girls are here to have fun." "You'd love to get on your hands and knees for Mr. Takato?" "Wouldn't you, Bridget?"

"Yes Mrs. Haverhill," I nodded agreement.

"Why don't you tell the table then, Mrs. Martino," she said questioningly?

My face reddened. "I would like to crawl under the table and give Mr. Takato a blow job," I blurted out.

Mrs. Haverhill hardly gave me time to answer when she said, "Mr. Takato is a gentleman." "I hardly think he would want you to crawl under the table and possibly put a runner in your hosiery?"

Mr. Takato nodded his agreement.

"Why don't you just pull Mr. Takato's chair out for him and give him a blow job so everyone can watch?" "That will keep your hose intact for the rest of the evening, I think," she queried?

I silently pulled my chair away from the table. I took Mr. Takato's hand and helped him to his feet. I pulled back the chair from the table and sat him down again. This thing had to end!

"Mr. Takato, may I give you a blow job in front of EVERYONE," I asked.

"Why don't you just call me Master, Mrs. Martino and I'll call you cunt," he casually mentioned.

I knew the politeness of this party had come to an end with the last statement. I nodded to him and got on my knees between his legs. I unbuckled his belt. I reached beneath his cummerbund to unbutton him. I unfastened the button and pulled his zipper down. I was truly unsure whether to pull his pants down at the table. I decided to fish his penis out from inside his underwear. I reached inside and pulled it out.

"Am I bigger than my son, cunt," he asked?

"Yes, Master!" "You are so much bigger than young master was," I stated.

I took his cock in my hand and stroked him. I got him swollen so that he was fully erect. His penis, I have to admit was... SMALL in comparison to my husband Michael's. I licked the head of his cock which was already seeping precum. He was uncircumcised, which I had never even seen before. The cock head unsheathed itself. I licked the cock with my tongue. I finally took it in my mouth and sucked deeply on his shaft.

Mr. Takato interrupted with a loud, "Here, Cunt."

I looked up questionably as he handed me a tray of butter.

"I want you to finger fuck my ass as you suck me off," was all he said.

I sighed. I guess I should have taken his pants down originally? I circled my fingers around his waistband. I tugged both his boxer shorts and pants down in one movement to his knees. I reached up and took the butter tray in my hand. I stuck my finger into the soft butter to coat them. When I thought that I might have enough lubricant on it, I took his cock back into my mouth. I moved my head up and down his small shaft as I held his shaft with one of my hands. My other hand went between his legs. I wedged my middle finger between his buttocks. I started finger fucking his ass as I sucked him off. 

"Fuck my ass, CUNT," is all he said.

He moved onto my finger and took it all in. I felt his cock swelling in my mouth. He arched his back to push it deeper into my throat. I felt his sphincter muscles tighten on my finger.

"Yes!" "Fuck your Master's ass, Cunt," he screamed.

With that he came in my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me ensuring not a drop spilled on his legs. Finally his hips fell back into the chair. He was finished.

Joseph announced that the main course would now be served.

Mrs. Haverhill thanked him. "Now, Becky," she said. "Mr. Takato will need to be cleaned prior to dinner." "Bridget will need some help," she looked at Becky." "Why don't you clean Mr. Takato's penis, Becky and Mrs. Martino?" "Maybe his anus?"

I knew what she expected me to do. I made up my mind to quietly disobey her. I was not cleaning anyone's ass with my tongue. Becky helped Mr. Takato stand. She began sucking his penis clean from the front. I looked at Mrs. Haverhill who simply glared back at me. With that I grabbed Mr. Takato's napkin, dunked it in his water glass and wiped his ass. It was an intentional action that I knew I would come to regret. I just decided that I was only going to go to a certain point of humiliation. I had drawn a line and I was not going to step over whatever imaginary that might be.

Mrs. Haverhill just smiled at me. "How cosmopolitan," she smiled. "Did I tell you that Bridget finished her General Equivalency Diploma last year," she laughed. "A singular achievement for someone who quit school in her sophomore year because she got knocked up," she explained to the guests.

I looked back her and smiled. "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Haverhill," I replied.

Mrs. Haverhill took my arm and led me a few steps from the table. "You are being very contentious tonight, Bridget," she said.

I smiled back at her. "Thank you Mrs. Haverhill," I said.

She snarled a bit. "It was not meant as a compliment, Mrs. Martino!"

I put the best OMG shocked face I could muster and blurted out, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Haverhill." "I completely misunderstood."

She squeezed my arm to the point it was hurting. "Don't misunderstand again," She stated.

I nodded to her and went back to my place at the table. When I sat down I could tell Mr. Takato was not amused. I leaned over to him and apologized. I tried to make it clear that it was not intended to be an insult. He remained very cool to me for the rest of the dinner.

When dinner had finally ended, Showtime was to begin. Mrs. Haverhill called Celine and me up to a raised platform which normally held a baby grand piano. She explained to everyone that we would be the opening act. She stepped off the dais and indicated we should begin.

Celine came over to me and lightly kissed me on the lips. I stared up at her fixed, not because of what was about to happen but more because of how tall she was. She towered over me. She turned me around to face the group and deftly unzipped my dress. I could feel her open the back of the dress. Her lips kissed between my shoulder blades and her tongue traced up to the back of my neck. I shivered involuntarily as I felt the wetness of her tongue as it trailed across me.

Her hands grasped the straps that were barely holding onto my shoulders. She slid the top of dress of my arms and lightly dropped it to the floor. I had no bra on so I was standing in front of everyone in a pair of panties. She kissed my ear and said, "Your turn to undress me, Bridget."

I went behind her, pulled her to the front of the little stage. I reached up to take the zipper down. It slid open easily. Her hips were wide and I struggled with pulling the dress over them. I finally decided to pull it over her head. She stood with her back to me. There was a slight gasp as the group looked at this tall Asian girl in panties. I felt her reach for my hands. She pulled them between her arms so I could cup her breast from behind. She had me pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. 

She moved my hand across her flat tummy. I felt them maneuvered to the waist band of her panties and hook my thumb into the elastic. I got on my knees and pulled her panties down those very long legs. She stepped out of them. In one quick movement she moved my panty clad body to the front again, my back still facing her so the group could see me. She went to her knees and slowly moved my panties off my hips so everyone could enjoy watching.

When she had my panties off, her tongue slowly moved between the cheeks of my buttocks. She ran it up and down the crack as she bent me over slightly. Her hand parted my cheeks and her tongue went inside me. She stood up and pushed me forward to a hassock that had magically appeared in front of me.

"I am going to fuck your ass, Bridget." "Don't be offended but this will hurt." "It is not meant for your enjoyment but theirs," She said.

With that, I could feel her kiss my shoulders. She pulled my waist back against her and I felt her COCK between my cheeks. What the hell, She was a man? A transvestite? She turned me around. 

"Bridget get on your knees and suck on me." "I will tear you apart if I go inside you with no lubricant."

With that, she pushed me down to my knees. In my entire life, I have never seen anything as big as what she had between her legs, (or he)? I reached up and took her cock in my mouth. I put as much saliva as I could get on his shaft as was possible. I couldn't get him/her totally into my mouth. 

Finally, she stood me up. I was bent over the hassock.

"Beg for it my little bitch girl, Bridget," Is all I heard her say. 

"Please fuck my ass, Celine," I falsely begged.

I could tell she was trying to be gentle while making it appear that she was anally raping me. She opened my cheeks up and placed her cock to my ass. She slid it in slowly. I felt her grab my hair. She pull back on it hard so that my head was bent backwards to her. 

"Make noise to distract them, love," she whispered

"Please," I can't. "It hurts."

She pulled my hair back and smacked me hard on my ass. The show was better than the penetration they thought was happening. It was excruciatingly painful as she entered me. Celine made it look like a vicious anal penetration but she actually was trying to keep it slow.




Anything Ch. 03



I grit my teeth together. "Please Mistress Celine, fuck my ass!" "I want you to cum inside me."

She moved her hand down where it could be hidden from view. I felt her/him grasp her cock between my ass and his pubic mound. He was trying to jerk himself off into me in order to help hasten this agony. Finally, I felt Celine take my waist in both her hands. She pulled me onto her cock, harder. I remember her cum squirting into my ass just before I passed out from the pain.

I was brought back to consciousness with smelling salt. The first sound I heard was from Mrs. Haverhill.

"Everyone, now that Bridget is back amongst us, THE SHOW MUST GO ON!"

Everyone clapped and Mrs. Haverhill continued, "Joseph, we have decided to show our appreciation for your splendid service these last several years." "We plan to show you our gratitude!"

She turned away from me and looked directly at Becky. "Becky, I think it is time you showed your father how much you appreciate him."

I could tell Becky was choking back tears. She couldn't speak and just nodded. I watched dumbfounded as she undressed for her father. She was down to her bra and panties when she moved her hand down the front of her tummy. She was masturbating in front of her dad. I could tell she was trying to make herself wet.

"Becky," Mrs. Haverhill said. "You don't need to make yourself wet for your father." "Bridget will be happy to do it for you."

She turned to me, "wouldn't you Bridget?"

"Yes Mrs. Haverhill, I would be happy to make Becky wet for Mr. Joseph."

I went over to Becky and took my lead from what Celine did early. I stood behind her and unfastened her bra. I let it slide of her arms. I reached into the waist band of her panties, hooked my thumbs over her waistband and pulled them down. She had not stopped touching herself so she stood facing everyone with her legs slightly parted and he hand over her mound. I cupped her breast from behind. She leaned back into me as I pinched her nipples.

I took her by the hand and laid her down on the carpeted dais. I kissed her lips softly, my tongue gliding inside her mouth. I was determined to make this experience as easy for her as she had made mine on a previous occasion. My hand crept over her tummy and down to where her hand was working. I slid underneath her hand with mine. My finger rolled across her lips. Becky was not wet at all! This was going to be a task.

I moved down her stomach kissing her. My tongue went inside her belly button and played there while I tried to find her clit. Finally I just decided to use my tongue on her. I widened her legs. My tongue snaked between her vaginal lips. My tongue still searching for her clit. She was not responding at all. Finally after about five minutes, I gave up and decided to work on Mr. Joseph.

I took her father's cock in my mouth. I stroked his half erect shaft with my hand as I took him into my mouth. I thought of the few times he was able to help me in the past weeks. I tried to move on him more enthusiastically. He was responding slowly but not with a huge degree of vigor. I finally stood up, kissed his lips and whispered, "You need to get hard or we'll be here all night."

He kissed me back on the lips and pulled me tighter to him. I kept stroking his cock while he kissed. He responded in my hand. When I had him hard, "It is time, Mr. Joseph."

He went over to his daughter. He knelt between her half parted legs. I watched her face as her dad slowly entered her. I could tell by her facial expressions that she was to dry. She wasn't ready. She finally took a breath, gathered in reality and through her legs around her father's legs. She pulled him into her. Her hips arched up to meet him. Mr. Joseph started to move his hips so that he was not only inside her completely but was actually having intercourse with her.

Becky turned her face away from the crowd. She encouraged her father to keep fucking her with her legs pulling him rhythmically into her. I watched her. She turned her face to me making eye contact. I looked at her quizzically. She was trying to tell me something. I watched as her father arched his back seconds before he was going to deposit his seed inside her. Then it dawned on me! Oh My God! Becky loved her father! I mean not just loved him but was IN LOVE with him!

When the two had finished there show, Mrs. Haverhill stood up and announced, "That was very nice!" "Would anyone else like to see Bridget put on a show with one of you?"

Two or three immediately raised their hands, (including Mr. Haverhill). I knew in my heart that this was going to happen. I knew there was no end to this.

Mr. Takato came up behind. He roughly pulled my shoulder to him in a very possessive gesture.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Haverhill," he said. "I asked for Mrs. Martino this evening and I will not be sharing her anymore." "This cunt owes me an apology that will be conducted by me in PRIVATE!"

Mrs. Haverhill nodded and I was pulled naked from the room. Mr. Takato pulled me into an ornate guest bedroom. He pushed me in a sitting position on the bed. "STAY," he ordered.

I sat there for several minutes while he was in the bathroom. He had the water running. I knew I had probably gone too far with my insult. I dreaded what was about to happen. He took my hand, pulled me to the bathtub and said, "GET IN!"

I got in the bathtub, frightened. The tub was full, soap suds in it and very hot. I was gestured to sit in the tub. I got in as fast as I could reasonably acclimate to the water temperature. Mr. Takato knelt next to me and began sponge bathing me.

"Mrs. Martino, what you did today, was very dangerous." "I recognized that we could push you but that you were also willing to fight back when a line was crossed." "I admire what you did tonight but I also admonish you to be careful."

I soaked in the bathtub for thirty minutes while Mr. Takato bathed me. He kept putting fresh hot water in the tub when he thought it was too cool. I got shampoo and washed my hair using a ceramic ewer that was meant for a decoration in the bathroom. I was getting very drowsy.

As I began to fall asleep, he pulled me out of the bathtub into the wrapping arms of a large towel. He dried me off then put a large fluffy robe over me. I was led to a vanity chair. He brushed my hair.

He brushed my hair for over an hour. We talked about Michael my husband, my children and our home. He told me about his wife who had died several years ago. How he missed her beyond words. His great pleasure in life was giving his wife a bath, shampooing her hair and brushing it while they talked about anything.

He finished, leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck.

"Amai kodomo o zehi, (come sweet child)," he said. 

He pulled the sheets down on the bed. He took the robe off me and helped me under the covers. He got in the other side of the bed, naked. He pulled my body to him. I could feel him behind me.

"Sleep." "I have two hours before I have to leave." "I will wake you up when it is time, sweet child."

I fell asleep instantly. I slept for the better part of ninety minutes. My body unwinding from the abuse. I turned over and faced Mr. Takato. He was asleep. What came over me, I am not sure. I shuffled my way down the bed. I took him in my hand and began to make him hard. My lips wrapped around his cock as I sucked him into my mouth. My head moved up and down on him. I felt him stirring out of his sleep. 

"You do not need to do this, little child," he said.

I just kept sucking on his cock. My tongue washing over his head and tasting the precum he leaked from his slit. He arched his hips up into my mouth. His hands grasped my head tightly. He pushed one more time into my mouth and I felt his cock tense in the first reflex of orgasm. He kept cumming inside my mouth. I swallowed it all. I felt safe for the first time in this terrible house.

"Mrs. Martino, you did not need to do that." "I have been as happy these last two hours as I have been in years." "This is not something I wanted you to do," he said.

I scooted back up the bed. I kissed him on the lips. "I wanted to, Mr. Takato."

He grasped my head between his hands and shook his head no.

"Mrs. Martino, nothing you do in this house is of your own will." "Even when you think you want to do something it is not so," he stated. "You are a hostage, Mrs. Martino." "Stockholm syndrome!" "You are the hostage." "You are beginning to relate to your hostage takers."

"Be careful Mrs. Martino," He warned sternly. He then kissed my forehead. "There is a difference between wanting to do something and something you do to avoid the displeasure of your keepers, Mrs. Martino."

He got up and dressed. As he was leaving, he held an object out to me.

"This is an Omamori." "Keep it with you." "the amulet will keep you safe." "If you come to Japan, give this to anyone in any airport and mention my name," he went on. Someone will pick you up in minutes. He kissed me and left.

I changed into the clothes that I came from the house with. I finished putting my blouse on when Mrs. Haverhill came in. 

"Bridget, Are you going somewhere," she asked?

I looked curiously at her. 

"You do remember that I told Becky to go home as you would have another engagement after the main party?"

I had forgot. I just crawled into a shell and forgot all about it. 

"Yes, Mrs. Haverhill, I remembered," I lied.

"Then why are you dressed in street clothes instead of your cocktail dress," she asked?

"I, ah... It got soiled earlier." "I thought this would be more appropriate," I blurted out.

She signaled for me to follow her. We went down the long winding corridor to Mr. Haverhill's library. When we got there, Mr. Haverhill was sitting in front of the fireplace looking blankly at the wall. A door opened from the adjacent room. I turned quickly to see who it was when Mrs. Haverhill turned me around by the arm roughly and said, "You remember Mr. Santiago from a previous occasion, Bridget?"

I stared at Mr. Santiago who threw back daggers with his eyes. My legs were starting to turn weak. A searing pain welled up into the pit of my stomach. I realized, that for the first time in my life, I was really terrified.

"Bridget, answer my question please!"

"Yes Mrs. Haverhill, I remember Senor Santiago," I softly whispered.

"Excellent," she said! Senor Santiago then interrupted. 

"This is the first time I have ever had to come back to assist Mrs. Haverhill with a problem pet," he spit out. "Dumb cunts like you always get the message the first time." "You must be really fucking stupid not to understand what I told you on my first message?"

I fell to my knees and pleaded. "I got the message, Master Santiago." "I understood," I begged. "I didn't mean to cause any offense to the Haverhills or their guests."

Four more hoodlums entered, (I didn't know what else to call them because that is what they appeared to be." Mr. Haverhill stood up and explained how things were going to be. I was an irritant that no one needed. I was someone that was not worthy of their time. Tonight I would be allowed to show my remorse.

I listened to his explanation and gave in. I did not have the nerve to tell them no. I was too frightened to do anything but crawl on my hands and knees to him. "Mr. Haverhill," I said. "I beg you to forgive me." "I promise I will never be a problem again." "I will never offend you in anyway." "I will do ANYTHING you demand of me, sir." "I promise!"

By this time I was crying. I tried to hold my stomach down. I felt like I was going to vomit at any moment. I just knelt/sat on the floor and begged.

Senor Santiago pulled me to my feet. "Take drink orders," he commanded. I literally ran to each person for their orders. I filled each order and personally served them. 

"Now, cunt, strip down to your underwear!"

I nodded anxiously. I unhesitatingly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my jeans. My fingers trembled but I finally was able to get my pants unbuttoned. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs. I was shaking uncontrollably by now. I could hardly control my bowels.

Mrs. Haverhill was the next to speak. "Bridget, explain to everyone what you are and why you should be punished."

I stood up. "Mrs. Haverhill," I recited. "I am a useless, dumb, slut who cannot follow the simplest of instructions." "I want to beg you for forgiveness." "Please, I know I need to be punished and I am willing to suffer for my errors." "I accept whatever punishment is appropriate?"

"Take the rest of your underwear off, lay on the floor and prove to us that you should be given this opportunity," Mrs. Haverhill ordered.

I quickly reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I threw it to the floor. My hands ripped my own panties off my legs. I went to lay on the floor. I spied a champagne bottle and grabbed it from the table. I plunged it between my legs without ceremony. I began to masturbate using the bottle. I put a show on for them. 

"Bitch get the hassock that you adore and lay over it," Senor Santiago commanded.

I hurried across the floor as I could. I pulled the heavy hassock into the middle of the floor and placed my body across it. I looked up expectantly at them all. They looked back as if I was supposed to do something. It took me a moment but I understood.

"Please, spank your slut." "Punish me!"

With that, Mr. Haverhill pulled a riding crop from under his chair. He whacked me full force across my buttocks. I was sure he must have drawn blood but he never hesitated. He kept spanking me until I lost track of how many times he hit me.

"Stand up Bridget, and ask for it again."

I pushed myself off my knees into a standing position. I finally caught my breath. "Mr. Haverhill, please whip my butt again, sir." 

With that, he made me stand straight. "Count them Bridget." "Thank me for giving you the opportunity for you to make amends."

The crack of the riding crop fell across my butt. "That was one," I said. "Thank you Mr. Haverhill." 

I was dancing around the room before the spanking ended.

The hoods had undressed by this time. One held his cock out for me to suck on. I crawled over to him and took him into my mouth. He was already hard. He started fucking my face. I was placed over the hips of another one of the hoods. I immediately took his cock in my hand. I lowered myself on top of him. I pushed myself onto his shaft and began to fuck him. He reached up and twisted the nipples on my breasts. It just added another degree of pain to my body that was already suffering. 

I was forced to bend over his prone position. Mr. Santiago came over the both of us. "Beg for it cunt."

I don't think I could have done anal after what happened earlier but I did it anyway. "Please, Mr. Santiago." "Please fuck my ass, sir."

With that he plunged into my back side. I was speared between the one below me and Mr. Santiago splitting me in two from the top side. A cock slid into my mouth. I began sucking on it. I was being used by three guys at the same time! I just closed my eyes and begged silently for the night to end with me home.

Photos were being taken. Flashes from cameras kept going off in my eyes. At one point, I was made to pose for a video. I lost it. I let them do whatever they wanted to me. I just wanted to be allowed to go home.

TWO DAYS LATER

Joseph answered the door at the mansion. Standing in front of him were four people dressed in business attire. "May I help you," he asked? 

Mrs. Haverhill approached her valet and asked, "What is the problem Joseph?" 

Joseph was not allowed to answer as one of the group stepped forward. "Mrs. Haverhill, I am Agent Warren of the FBI," flashing credentials. "This is Lt. Lisa Black from the State Bureau of Investigation," Pointing to one of the Officers with him. "This is Ms. Hampton who is an auditor from the Internal Revenue Service and Mr. Clayton who is an auditor representing the Securities and Exchange Commission." They all nodded to Mrs. Haverhill.

The FBI agent handed over a legal document. He explained that it was a search warrant for both the house and the downtown company offices. 

Lt. Black from the State Police stepped forward. "Mrs. Haverhill this is a warrant for your arrest on charges of abduction." "I feel certain that these charges will expand in the next few days as we sort this all out," she smiled at Mrs. Haverhill.

"Mrs. Haverhill, we are investigating the disappearance of a Mrs. Bridget Martino," the FBI agent continued. "She disappeared from this house two nights ago." "Prior to her disappearance," he added, "Mrs. Martino sent me two shoe boxes." "The first shoe box contained a very precise and accurate journal that Mrs. Martino maintained all her life." "It also contains a phone conversation that you had with her two days ago." "She taped your entire conversation, Mrs. Haverhill. "I believe your incriminating conversation is the basis for your arrest."

The State Police Lieutenant read her the Miranda rights, handcuffed her and led her from the house. The FBI agent interrupted the Lieutenant for a moment.

"Mrs. Haverhill, the second box was a present for you from Mrs. Martino." "This is somewhat unusual but I feel compelled to give this to you." 

Mrs. Haverhill took the box in her handcuffed hands. She opened the box and moved the tissue paper covering her present. Inside the box was a dildo with a note attached.

"Please go fuck yourself, Mrs. Haverhill." "Sincerely, Mrs. Martino," the note read.

*****

I hope you enjoyed the series. Any ratings you care to give me is always appreciated. Many, (if not all), of the comments have been helpful. I like writing because it gives me a break away from work. I usually mention Literotica in my fiction because this site gives me a venue to take that brake. Be gentle and Thank you!