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His Real Estate

By: jeffee27



"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca" she whispered to herself. She was standing at the kitchen sink, hastily washing the breakfast plates. As she filled the drying rack she kept repeating her name.

"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca" she sighed.

"Hey, Beulah!" the Owner of the house yelled from the next room.

"Yes, Owner" she dutifully replied.

"Finish those damned dishes and get ready." He spoke tersely as he rose from his dishevelled bed. One of his massive fists scratched his hairy, overweight chest. His penis started to harden as the fingers of his other hand toyed with his purple knob. He stomped into the kitchen. Rebecca carefully placed the last dish in the rack. She leaned forward and placed both her hands on the kitchen bench. She spread her legs and braced for her morning massage. She knew that her short white uniform didn't cover her buttocks. She wore no underwear.

She waited. She kept repeating her real name. For six years this had been the morning ritual. After being awakened by the sun streaming into her bare room, she would put on a load of washing, cook breakfast, feed the Owner, clean up then receive his semen. 

Rebecca looked through the kitchen window. She read the real estate agent's sign that extolled the virtues of the house. It had a large yard, double garage, three bedrooms and one E.A.D. He had owned the house for six years and now he was selling it, along with her, the E.A.D.

E.A.D. was short for Electronically Assigned Domestic. Rebecca looked down at her ankle. She cried every time she looked at the slender electronic bracelet that imprisoned her. 

There was no value in self pity. This was her fate, this was the law. Her people had lost a war and she was part of the reparations. Her mother and her grandmother endured the same punishment for being born to the wrong side all those decades ago. 

The only difference was that as technology developed the enslavement became easier to enforce. The ankle bracelet meted out pain at varying levels. If she stepped onto the veranda the pain of a mosquito bite was administered. If she walked toward the fence the pain intensified until it was like being whipped. She had never ventured further but she knew that if she stepped onto the street the pain would escalate to lethal proportions. 

She had seen a neighbour, another E.A.D. die in slow agony on the footpath. A few men had run out of the nearby houses to assist but the bracelet did its job. Rebecca's Owner had been one of the onlookers. They left the body out there for two summer days, the stench was terrible when it was finally removed.

"You ready, Beulah?" The owner bellowed and she jumped. Even after all these years his loud voice scared her.

She was still at the bench, bare arsed with her legs spread as far as possible. She didn't dare turn her head but she knew the Owner was walking toward her. He was naked. He was aroused. He was always aroused.

He stood behind her. She could feel the tip of his erect penis brushing the softness of her backside. She held her breath, bracing for the barrage that was about to start. Every morning he took her, usually he just plunged that cock right into her vagina with no warning. He would fuck her wildly and then, after seeding her, he would silently walk away. He had trained her to stay at the bench, quiet and motionless, as semen dripped from her ravaged hole. Once he was in the electric car on his way to work she could clean herself up and continue her chores.

Occasionally he would take her a second time before he left. This was always more brutal than the first. Every so often he would organise a breakfast business meeting and his colleagues would take her as well, lining up to put their cocks any where they wanted while talking about merchant banking.

Today was different. He stood behind her much longer than usual. His cock was as hard as ever, she could feel the tip pressing against her. She didn't know why he was waiting. His hands roughly groped her breasts through the front of her uniform. He pinched her nipples until they were hard. He picked up the scouring pad and pressed it against her stomach. The greasy cold water tricked down her stomach and genitalia. After about five minutes he spoke.

"Beulah, I am going to give your fanny the day off. Another Real Estate Agent is coming over to check the place out. When he puts his fingers in you I don't want him to think that you are all worn out. He might decide not to buy the house if he thinks the fixtures need renovating." The Owner laughed as he said that. "You need to give him a really good blow job. I want you to suck the skin off his cock, get it?" He put his thumb into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and sucked. He was aroused by her response.

Rebecca still didn't move. His cock was pushing against her flesh. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing. Her breath was shallow.

"But" the owner raised his voice to her, "I am so horny, thinking about the new house I am buying. That has two domestics, both younger than you. I allowed them to swallow my cum yesterday." The owner took a step back as he spoke.

He swatted her butt lightly and he barked out some simple instructions. She quietly obeyed. Moments later, she was on her knees. He grabbed her hair as he shoved that big hard cock into her mouth. He was like a goat, humping her violently, rubbing that big pink knob against the roof of her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her. He yanked her hair and rammed his cock down her throat, making her gag as he exploded.

As he walked away he told her that she had to get ready for the inspection. She glanced out the window and stared at that spot on the footpath. She thought about taking a knife but then she remembered what they had done to that other E.A.D. while it was lying there. Rebecca remembered the look on her Owner's face as he masturbated over the body. 

Rebecca spent the next half hour showering. She spat out the Owner's cum and watched it swirl down the drain. She brushed her teeth until she could taste blood. She put on a clean uniform and sat in her place next to the kitchen bench. After some time the door bell rang. The owner strode over to open the door. He was resplendent in a dark blue suit. His hair was combed to hide his spreading bald spot. As he opened the door he extended a friendly hand. Rebecca saw the sunlight glint on his cufflinks as a female hand returned his firm handshake.

The Owner led the agent on a long tour of the house. Rebecca sat patiently at the bench as she heard their footsteps echo from the polished floors of the upper storey. She watched them wander around the garden. They passed through the kitchen but didn't acknowledge her presence. Rebecca listened to the conversation as they stood in the entertainment room. 

The agent was tall, about six foot and wore heals so she towered over the Owner. She had a small computer in her and hand and concentrated on making notes without looking at the Owner. The agent was wearing a long black skirt and blouse. The top two buttons were open to reveal a hint of soft white breasts.

After about an hour they stepped into the kitchen. Rebecca still sat beside the bench. The agent placed her computer on the kitchen bench and sat down on the middle stool. The Owner took two soft drinks out of the fridge and opened them. They sipped their drinks and looked at Rebecca. 

Rebecca remained motionless. Her eyes stared at the floor. She was starting to blush. She had no idea what was going to happen next. The last time she had been sold with the house the agent had been a man. A very fat, ugly man who had buggered her on the garage floor as the previous owner laughed at her struggling under his the weight. The fat prick's assistant had a go as well, the whole thing recorded by the CCTV.

"Beulah?" the agent whispered. "Beulah, is that your name?"

"Yes Ma'am." Rebecca answered humby without making eye contact.

"She has good hearing," The Agent said as she turned to the Owner, "and a pleasant voice. I have to list her features, OK?" The Owner nodded assent as the Agent removed a measuring tape from her handbag. The agent turned and rested her back against the bench. She pulled a latex glove over the fingers of her left hand. "Beulah," the owner spoke in an unusually calm voice to the Domestic "stand up, you know what to do." 

She rose and stood in front of the Agent. The agent gestured and Beulah removed her uniform. She held it in her hand until the Owner snatched it away. The Agent put the tape measure on the bench. She reached up and held Beulah's naked breasts in her hands, assessing their weight. She pushed up on both breasts and watched them jiggle when they were released. She pinched the nipples. She leaned forward and pinched them again. She looked at them closely as the nipples reddened and hardened. She dug her fingernails into them. She knew that must hurt but Beulah didn't show any reaction. The Agent put her teeth against the left nipple, slowly biting it as she looked into the Domestic's eyes. There was no reaction. Her tongue flicked over the swollen nipples as her teeth bit deeply into it. The Domestic didn't even blink.

The Agent turned to make notes in her computer. Beulah stood there for some minutes, goose bumps formed on her breasts. The Owner watched those nipples slowly return to normal. There was a small amount of saliva and some lipstick on the left one. He cleaned it by rubbing the nipple between his thumb and fore finger.

The agent stood up and told Beulah to open her mouth. The agent used her gloved her hand to check the quality of the Domestic's teeth. They were clean and healthy. The agent's fingers lingered in Beulah's mouth; she prised her jaws apart and nodded approval at the range of movement. She pushed her fingers down the back of throat to check the gag reflex. Her response was satisfactory. She ran the other hand over her cheeks and jaw, looked in her ears and squeezed her neck. 

"Suck," the Agent whispered to Beulah, "show me what you would do to a penis." Beulah started teasing the latex shrouded fingers with her tongue. The tip found the join between two fingers. She sucked as hard as she could, closing her eyes and swirling saliva around the bony fingers that were filling her mouth. Beulah started moving her head backward and forwards, tightly sliding her lips along those invasive fingers. She was careful not to drag her teeth. Now the agent was blushing. "Stop", the agent whispered to Beulah as she regained her calm, "that was good." The Agent made more notes on the computer. The Owner tried to adjust his pants so that his erection was less obvious. "You have taught her well," The Agent said as she exchanged a knowing glance with the Owner. "She is a willing student." The Owner laughed and the Agent smiled.

The Agent put her ungloved hand on Beulah's butt and placed the index finger of the other hand on Beulah's hairy vaginal lips. The agent looked directly in her eyes as she squeezed that fleshy butt. Without warning he shoved a finger into Beulah's womanhood. Beulah blinked as the second and third fingers entered her. She stood motionless as those fingers explored the warm flesh. 

When the Agent was satisfied with the elasticity and moistness of that vagina she made Beulah turn around and bend over. The same fingers were soon exploring Beulah's stretched anus. 

The Owner was fully erect and squirming on his stool. He offered to lend a hand but the Agent ignored him. The agent removed her fingers and ordered Beulah to kiss her. She started by lightly running her tongue around her lips. This action became a passionate kiss and their tongues were soon entwined. 

After some minutes the Agent withdrew her mouth and told Beulah to return to her spot at the end of the bench. The agent picked up the tape measure and made some notes about Beulah's dress size and the length of her limbs. The Agent resumed her seat and drank from the can of soft drink. She looked at the Owner and started talking to him.

"I have a very motivated buyer," the Agent spoke clinically to the Owner, "and he is prepared to make you an offer based on my recommendations. I need you to seriously consider what I am about to say but I can see that you are, umm, distracted." The Agent smiled and patted the Owner's erection as it strained the seams of his trousers. I think that I should make a cup of coffee while you release that tension with your Domestic." "Sounds fine to me!" The Owner said as her squeezed the Agent's knee. 

"Don't involve me," the Agent scowled at the owner "I just need coffee. Beulah needs the cream." The agent walked over to the coffee machine. The owner went into the bedroom. They were both laughing as Beulah stood up and followed her owner.

He stood in front of the open wardrobe. Beulah undid his tie and lifted his collar. She removed his jacket and carefully hung it in the wardrobe. She draped the tie over the same hanger and unbuttoned the shirt. She undid his belt, gently removed the shirt and folded it over a chair. He kicked off his shoes. Beulah knelt and unzipped his fly. He stepped out of his pants and sat on the edge of the bed. 

Beulah stood up and put the rest of the clothes away. She stood in front of the Owner, awaiting instructions. He was fully erect. He leaned forward and parted his legs. Beulah looked at the drop of precum on the tip of his penis. She hesitated, not sure what he wanted.

The Agent poured her coffee and stood in the doorway watching. The Owner looked up at her and offered a spot on the bed. She shook her head. "No, sorry, I just remembered that I have a meeting in an hour." She said to the Owner. "Can I speed things up a bit?" "Sure" the Owner replied.

The Agent grabbed Rebecca by the neck and pushed her forward. She stuck her foot out and tripped her. Rebecca, naked, fell forward. The Agent pushed her onto her knees and roughly guided her face toward the Owner's erection. He sat there as those familiar lips slid down the length of his penis. He felt that warm sensation as his cock was caressed by her tongue. He reached around started fingering her buttocks. The agent forced the Domestic's head up and down on that shiny wet cock. 

The Agent stood over the Domestic who was on all fours. She grabbed her by the hair and held her nose so she could only breathe through her mouth. And that mouth was full of ripe cock. The Owner loved this. He leaned back on the mattress and watched Beulah choking, gasping for air as she swallowed cock juice. All too soon he saw his semen dribble from her mouth. His cock started to shrink as the agent pulled the Domestic off him and shoved her into the kitchen. "So, you have a buyer lined up?" The Owner asked as he lay there, admiring his hairy balls in the wardrobe mirror.

"Yes." The Agent replied. She watched the Domestic get dressed. "Yes. There is a footballer looking for a place around here. This house would be good. He could sublet both the spare bedrooms to team mates."

"That would keep Beulah busy, especially after training." The Owner said jokingly.

"Maybe," The Agent retorted "but he's got his own Domestics. He won't want this one. She's enthusiastic but not up to his standard. Do you want to take her with you?"

"No, and I'm not dropping the price of the house. She comes with this house." The Owner stated in a surly tone."

"OK, OK," The Agent said as she looked concerned. "I know a guy who runs a nursing home. He is looking for a new, umm, what do they call them?"

The Owner stopped looking in the mirror and thought for a moment before answering "E.A.N.s. Electronically Assigned Nurse."

"That's it!" the Agent smiled as she dialled a number. After a moment she said "Hiya Ray, you know that ward full of horny geriatrics......." After ten minutes on the phone the Agent negotiated with the Owner. Two more phone calls and the deal was done. The footballer bought the house and the Nursing Home acquired a new E.A.N. As the Owner walked the Agent to her car he asked about the Nursing Home.

"Is it far from here?" the Owner asked absent mindedly.

"No." The Agent replied as she opened her car door.

"Big place?" he wondered as he held the door. "Don't worry. She'll be Ok. She'll only have to look after about a dozen old men." The agent now sounded bored when she spoke to him.

"What do you mean by look after?" he asked, suddenly sounding interested.

"Oh, nightshifts, you know, serve then supper, clean up around them. Tuck them in." The Agent was interested again, "It's privately funded, you know, so they are all clean. The fees include a nightly blowjob. Oh, and a hand job after breakfast. That keeps them calm. They might let her wear clothes occasionally. I think a couple of them are bedridden, does she drink fresh urine?" 

"She used to, before my uncle went away...." he replied thoughtfully.

"Well, the sale will take a few weeks." The Agent added in a caring tone "It would be a kindness if you re-acquainted her with the taste....."

In the kitchen Rebecca was sitting by the kitchen bench. She heard the front door close. The Owner called out to her in a concerned tone. 

"Hey Beulah," he called down the hall as he walked to the toilet, "can you fetch an empty glass? Better make it a big one......"

His Real Estate Ch. 02



A few days later Rupert sat at his workspace. He had completed his allotted tasks for the day and was about to logoff when an email popped up. He thought about leaving it for tomorrow but he saw the real estate agent's name on it. 

Worried that the deal was about to fall through he opened it.Rupert quickly read it and breathed a sigh of relief. The deal was still on; the money would be transferred in a couple of weeks. The Agent was just asking if the new owner, a football player, could come over to have a look at the place with a couple of potential housemates.

Rupert sat for a few moments. He thought about the day the Agent had inspected the house. His penis started to stir as he remembered the way the Agent had forced Beulah's head on to his hard cock. He tried to compose an email reply but found it difficult to concentrate. As he hit send his cock became fully erect.

He slid forward so that the bulge was hidden under the large desk. He reached for the communication buttons on his keyboard and touched the one marked Tea Lady. He initiated a slideshow on his screen and reached under the desk to covertly unzip his fly.

Images started flitting across his screen. Each one lasted for 30 seconds before it was replaced. Some were generic porn from the net but most of the pics were of his Domestic, Beulah. He paused the slideshow at the tenth picture. It was a close up of Beulah's face.

In the picture there was a large leather collar around her neck. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Her hair was wound into a bun, tightly straining the roots. Her eyes were frozen in a look of fear. Her mouth was wide open; her tongue sticking out slightly. Two different hands tugged at her ears. The camera must have been just in front of her nose. The horror racing through her mind was almost visible in her eyes.

Rupert leaned back in his chair, allowing his erection to brush the underside of the desk top. As the first drop of precum emerged the Tea Lady stood behind him. He put his hands behind his head. He remembered the day the picture was taken. It was last year's Superbowl. Beulah had provided the half time entertainment for him and his buddies. 

Rupert flicked to the next photo as the Tea Lady started to massage his shoulders through his wrinkled business suit. A few of his co-workers watched but as this was part of the normal office routine they soon found other things of interest. The Tea Lady massaged his shoulders for while a few more pictures came and went.

Rupert pushed his chair back slightly so the Tea Lady could see his erection. She stood beside him. He turned his head to face her. She was the causal Tea Lady. Rupert remembered that the regular one was getting her weekly health inspection this afternoon. He looked at her replacement. 

She was wearing the regulation lab coat. It hid her figure. He looked her up and down. She wasn't overly tall. She was barefoot. Rupert looked at the electronic control bracelet on her ankle. Then he looked at her face. She was in her early forties. She returned his gaze.

Rupert motioned to her. She removed her lab coat. The only undergarment she wore was a pair of sheer knickers. 

He could see her pubic hairs thru the light blue material. Her ample breasts were now bare. The dark nipples were erect, more from the air conditioning than excitement. 

Rupert reached up and grabbed a handful of breast. It was warm and soft. He roughly squeezed, feeling the heaviness of her flesh in his hand. His fingers found the nipple and he teased it. After a minute or so he paused the slide show again. It was a picture of Beulah on all fours. There was a cock in her mouth and another about to penetrate her vagina. 

He removed his hand from the Tea Lady's breast and placed it on her butt. He guided her toward him as he slipped a finger into her vagina. The material of the knickers didn't allow much room but he was soon sliding his finger in and out of her.

The Tea Lady dropped to her knees. She crawled under the desk. No one else in the office was paying any attention. Her mouth found the tip of Rupert's penis. She expertly licked the precum that was oozing from the eye of his manhood. She locked her lips around his angry purple knob. Her tongue flicked in and out of that eye as she sucked every molecule of precum from it.

Rupert was very hard. He restarted the slide show and watched the parade of pictures. The Tea lady gently slid her lips down the length of his cock until it was pressed against the back of her throat. She started sliding back up again, gently tonguing the underside of his penis. She lightly dragged her teeth along the top. He loved it. His cock was jerking in anticipation. 

She ran her mouth up and down his prick a few more times then locked her mouth on his knob. She sucked as hard as she could and he exploded down her throat. She tasted his salty cum as some of the excess ran down her chin and dribbled onto the carpet. He jerked twice and collapsed backwards into his office chair. He was satisfied.

The Tea Lady swallowed his seed and wiped her face. She stood back. She wiped his cock clean with a tissue and waited while his cock became dormant. She pushed it back into his pants and gently zipped up his fly. She put her lab coat back on and walked briskly over to another desk. She started massaging the shoulders of a woman who was busily typing an email to her husband.

Rupert shut down the computer. As he stood he took the control card for his electric car from the top draw of his desk. We walked past the Tea Lady on the way to the elevator but paid no attention to her.

As the elevator door closed the Tea Lady started caressing the breasts of the woman. It had been a long day. The woman leaned back and the tops of her stockings were exposed. The Tea Lady moved around and knelt between her legs.

Rupert's car silently exited the car park.



His Real Estate Ch. 03



Rupert steered his electric car onto the freeway. He set the auto pilot and relaxed as the car found its slot in the fast lane. There wasn't much traffic. He made good time along the Jefferson Davis Freeway. Soon he was on the narrow roads that led to his house.

The car rounded a bend and Rupert noticed a chain gang planting small trees in a park. There were several convicts standing near a large puddle at the edge of the road. On a whim Rupert steered towards them and sprayed three large men with muddy water. Rupert laughed as he watched their angry gesticulation in the rear view.

While his attention was distracted he failed to notice a second, larger puddle in front of the car. He drove straight through it. It was much deeper than the other puddle. The front wheels of the vehicle lost traction and the car slid sideways. Rupert hit the brakes and the car stopped. He tried to drive forward but the car was bogged. The wheels spun uselessly as Rupert cursed his stupidity.

Rupert kept spinning the wheels for few minutes but then gave up. The car's batteries were running low. The sun was setting. Rupert didn't know how long it would take Roadside Assistance to find him. He reached for his mobile phone. It wasn't in his pocket. He cursed again when he realised that he had left on his desk. 

After about half an hour Rupert realised that four of the Convicts were standing near the car. They were laughing at him. He wound the window down. He saw the electronic control bracelets on their ankles and knew that their overseer must be close. Rupert asked them if they could push the car back onto a dry piece of road. They laughed. He offered money and they stopped laughing.

It took a few minutes but the deal was done. The four men, all young and muscular, started pushing the car. It was soon out of the puddle. Rupert reached into his wallet and fished out several large notes. He put his hand out through the window.

The largest of the men grabbed his arm. Rupert screamed. The man's hand was soon on his face, forcing his mouth to close. In a moment Rupert had been dragged from the car and flung on the muddy ground. Another man used his foot to force Rupert's face into the mud. The four men stood over him as they worked out what to do.

It took a few minutes but Rupert stopped struggling and accepted that he was helpless. They carried him to a picnic area that was surrounded by thick bushes. One of them went back and drove the car off the road. He hid it behind a billboard and jogged back to the group.

The largest of the men stood behind Rupert. Two of the others lifted his arms and they dumped him onto a picnic table. They bound his arms with fencing wire. The largest guy began undressing. When he was naked he took one of his wet socks and shoved it into Rupert's mouth.

Rupert started squirming but a few punches to the side of his head quietened him. The men roughly yanked his pants off. They grabbed his legs and spread them. The naked man started rubbing his cock against Rupert's anus. His friends pulled Rupert's legs and his hole opened. Rupert had tears in his eyes as he felt the head of that hardening penis enter his virgin orifice. The guy's cock was soon at full hardness. He leaned into Rupert as he pushed that cock deeper into Rupert. He reached underneath and started squeezing Rupert's balls. Rupert's cock was getting hard. The guy was fully inside Rupert now. He rested, loving the feel of that tight anus stretched around his manhood.

The other three men quickly undressed. They all stood in front of Rupert as they started to masturbate each other. Rupert was so tightly bound that he could not move his arms or head. The weight of the guy who was fucking him kept him pinned to the table. All he could do was wait for the guy to finish.

The guy started moving his cock in and out of Rupert. Slowly at first but he increased the pace. Rupert's hole was dry but some saliva eased the way. The convict had a large cock, nearly 10 inches but it was narrow. He was soon fucking Rupert with deep rapid thrusts. The other three started egging him on, they were all hard by now. They cursed Rupert, telling him what a slut he was. They were going to make him their bitch. The guy let out a moan as he grabbed Rupert's hair. He shot a huge load of seed into Rupert and collapsed on top of him.

After a few moments the next guy took his place. Rupert was well lubed now. The guy had been playing with himself too long and he came after about five strokes. He pulled out and the next guy plunged his meat into Rupert's arse. This guy's cock was short but it was thick. Rupert grimaced as the guy pounded him. He started squeezing Rupert's balls. He almost crushed them in his fist. Rupert started crying but this only made the guys tease him more. They told him to shut up and get used to it. He was their new toy. 

The guy humped a load of cum into Rupert's hole. As he pulled out he brutally smacked Rupert's cheeks. 

The fourth guy hit those tortured ass cheeks until there were red. He spread that wet butt and shoved his cock in. He was only average in size but he made up for that with speed. He pumped in and out of Rupert like a hungry goat, humping him till he filled Rupert with his thick semen.

The four of them gathered around Rupert's head. They pulled the sock from his mouth. The biggest guy kissed Rupert passionately then took a step back. He was hard again. He waved his cock at Rupert and mockingly asked him if he was going to swallow. He moved closer and Rupert had his first taste of cock. 

When that cock was touching the back of his throat Rupert saw a prison guard walking up behind the group. The guy pulled his cock out of Rupert's mouth. Rupert began to relaxe.

The guard walked up to Rupert. He patted his head and told the convicts to stand back. He walked behind Rupert and tested the strength of the wire that bound him to the table.

Rupert waited to be released for several minutes. He wondered what was going on. Rupert screamed when he felt another hard cock entering his rectum. 

As the guard started to fuck Rupert he told the convicts to shove a cock in Rupert's mouth to stop that screaming. 

As the guard humped Rupert's arse he leaned forward and grabbed Rupert's hips. He started to ram his cock in and out of that wet arse.

The guard looked at the convicts as he said "This bitch is so sloppy, you boys must have worn him out." He pushed into Rupert and unloaded another load of cum into that butt.



His Real Estate Ch. 04



Rupert stared out of his lounge room window. 

The bruises on his face were healing but they were still quite dark. He shifted painfully in his chair. His ribs were still strapped. He tried to stand up but the effort and the pain was too much.

Rupert settled back into the chair. He called out to his Electronically Assigned Domestic. She entered the room wearing a short leather skirt that barely covered her womanhood. The black skirt was complemented by a white halter top that was one size too small. Rupert admired her perky nipples. Her full breasts swayed slightly as she walked toward him. He gazed at her long legs.

His mind was horny but his penis wasn't. Three weeks had passed since his brutalization by the road workers. The pain killers he was taking rendered him impotent. He wanted to spread those legs around him but there was no point. He demanded another coffee, his fifth for the day. Beulah turned to leave the room.

Rupert told her to stop and bend over. She obeyed immediately. She wasn't wearing any undergarments. He reached out and ran his fingers along her slit. She pushed back slightly, allowing him easier access. He put the tip of his finger against her anus. He pushed until his finger was half buried inside her. He started to finger fuck her but stopped when he realised that there was no response from his penis. Frustrated, he angrily dismissed her from his presence.

He stared out the window. The "sold" sticker was quite prominent on the "for sale" placard. He would be moving out today. He was waiting for the removalists. Hopefully they would show up soon.

Beulah busied herself in the kitchen. She was glad that she didn't have that fat ugly cock pounding her every morning and night but now she had to tend to him all day. She wasn't used to caring for an invalid. The beverage dispenser filled the large mug with the perfect coffee. She sighed and carried it out to her owner.

As Beulah placed the coffee beside Rupert he asked her to remove her top. When she was topless he beckoned her to lean over him. He grabbed her left boob with both hands. He squeezed it roughly. He pulled her breast to his mouth and started to suck her nipple. Beulah balanced awkwardly, trying not to touch any of her owner's sore spots. He bit the nipple, softly at first but gradually sinking his teeth into it. He stopped when he detected a faint taste of blood. He pushed her away. There was still no movement in his cock.

Rupert told Beulah to get dressed and clean the bathroom. She grabbed her top and hurried from his sight. In the bathroom Beulah flushed the toilet and activated the deodoriser. She ran the sanitizer wand over the walls and sprayed the floor with eco-germicide. It dried in a moment. She collected the towels and took them to the laundry. She took the finished load out of the washer and placed the soiled towels inside. The machine started automatically. She took the clean clothes to Rupert's bedroom.

After she stowed his clothes she activated the vacuum cleaner and stood back to monitor its progress. She heard her Owner call out to her. Obediently, she turned and walked briskly to the lounge room.

Through the window Beulah saw a white truck parked in the driveway. It was old, one of the large fossil fuel burning vehicles that were almost obsolete. The doorbell rang. Rupert pointed at the door. She walked through the hall and opened the door. There were several men, all young and muscular standing on the veranda. She ushered the visitors into the lounge room. There were five of them.

Beulah stood quietly in the corner, awaiting instructions as she listened to the conversation between Rupert and the men. After a few minutes the tallest of the visitors, Athol, leaned over and shook Rupert's hand. A nod and a painful grimace sealed the deal. The men dispersed to various parts of the house. Another man came into the house carrying an assortment of boxes and bags that he distributed to the other men.

As the removalists started packing Rupert spoke to Beulah. He thanked her for her efforts over the years. He explained that her new owner would be here soon. She said nothing. He gestured to her. She stood close to him. He unzipped his fly and she reached in to expose his soft penis. She turned around and noticed that three of the men were standing there, watching her. She dropped to her knees.

The short skirt rode up, affording the men a good view of her naked pussy. Beulah gently kissed Rupert's penis. She held it in the palm of her hand. She looked up at Rupert then she ran her tongue around the eye of his knob. She sucked on his foreskin. Gradually she took the length of his cock into her mouth. It rested on her tongue. She curled her tongue around the underside and swirled warm saliva around it.

Rupert's dick finally started growing. Beulah felt the gradual expansion and started sucking harder, closing her lips on the base of his manhood. Rupert put his hands on the back of her head.

The three men all had erections now. The shorter one undid his belt and stepped out of his trousers. He walked up behind Beulah and rested the tip of cock in the crack of her womanhood. He slapped her and she raised her hips. 

She felt eight inches of hard cock slide into her. She hadn't been raped for three weeks, she was tight and the guy loved it. He pushed all the way into her. He gripped her waist with both hands and started to thrust in and out of that tight pussy. He looked down and marvelled at the pussy juice on his cock. He took his cock completely out and then shoved it in. He did this several times. That vagina offered less resistance each time. He was soon fucking her wildly, bucking into her as the other two guys played with themselves and urged him to cum.

Rupert held Beulah's head as his penis grew in her mouth. He enviously watched the guy pound her vagina, wishing that he was fit enough to give it to her as well. The tip of Rupert's cock touched the back of Beulah's throat. He was fully erect. She sucked as hard as she could, her tongue working furiously along the length of his enraged organ.

The guy behind her let out a loud moan. He clamped her waist tight and pushed into her, filling her with hard cock and a load of semen. He gave another deep thrust and pulled out. He wiped his cock on her butt cheeks and next guy took his place.

Beulah was wet and gaping as the second cock ploughed into her. The guy grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands and pummelled her. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the house. The rest of the workmen heard the noisy fucking and gathered in the lounge room to watch the Domestic complete her final chores. Rupert controlled her head as she swallowed his cock. His load was building even though his balls still ached from his roadside ordeal. He thought about what the men had done to him as the cum rose into his cock. He wanted to fuck Beulah. He wanted to pound her arse and explode into her rectum, filling her with his filthy seed but he was too sore. He face fucked her, gripping her head with both hands. She was nearly gagging on that fat piece of meat. 

The guy behind her was going to town on her, his cock plunging in and out her at a rapid pace. He blew, shooting semen deep into her. He pulled out and another guy took his place. The men gathered around in a tight circle. They all had their cocks out, even the ones who had already fucked her. Rupert admired their diligence. 

He squeezed Beulah's head as his cock spurted, shooting a huge load of spunk down her throat. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as she gulped his seed and worked his cock with her tongue.

The other guy blew and his place was quickly taken by the next hard cock. Semen was starting to drip onto the carpet. One of the men turned Beulah toward him so that he could push his erection into her mouth. He grabbed her neck and she could do nothing to stop him. His cock tasted just like all the others.

Rupert reached for his phone and started to take some pictures. The workman filled her mouth with cum then made a space for the next guy.

Rupert saw a car pull up behind the old truck. It was from a retirement village. He watched as a tall woman walked across the lawn. She was carrying an electronic control necklace. 

Beulah's new owner had arrived.



His Real Estate Ch. 05



Beulah sat in the rear of the car. She shivered. 

Semen oozed out of her and spread across the cold vinyl. She tried to move but the safety harness restricted her movements. The webbing rubbed against her naked body. She tried to forget the farewell that her old owner had given her. Red handprints were visible on her waist, her neck and her thighs. She hoped that the drive would end soon but she was worried about what would happen next.

They were speeding along the Jefferson Davis Freeway. Her new owner switched the Electrocar to autopilot. She looked at Beulah in the rear view. She admired those pointy nipples but thought that those breasts were a bit too big. Maybe she was jealous. 

A few miles passed and the new owner deigned to speak.

"Hey Beulah" she sneered at her captive passenger "What's your real name?"

"Rebecca" was the shy reply from the naked, trembling woman.

"Good." The new owner laughed as she spoke, "We will still call you Beulah! Hey, has all that cum dried on your stomach yet? I think that we will have to hose you down when we get to the hospital. Don't want to get your new uniform all skanky, do we? Oh, and try not to leak on that seat. I should have used a butt plug on that fanny!"

The owner turned the temperature control down to minimum. She smiled, watching the goose bumps form on those big tits. The nipples were really hard now. She sucked on her cigarette.

"This is how it is, OK?" she spoke as she flicked ash at Beulah "You may call me Matron. When we get to the hospital I will take you to the ward you will be working in. I will attach a lead to that Electronic Control Necklace of yours. You will get down on all fours and I will parade you among the patients. Remember that you are very special now. You are their nurse, their cleaner and their pet. You are also my toy. You must do whatever I tell you. If you disappoint me I will hand you over to the experimental drug lab. Get it?"

Beulah nodded.

"Now" Matron continued to lecture as the car steered itself onto Robert E. Lee Drive "I wasn't happy with your performance when I collected you from that house. I know that you had just been gangbanged but I expected better from you. Haven't you ever licked out a woman before? I liked it when you had your tongue in my ass but my fanny needed a deep tongue fucking. You need to practice licking my clit, you were too rough. Next time I let you chew on my nipples I want you to really suck them. That was pathetic. Are you listening, bitch?"

Beulah nodded again.

Matron switched the car to manual. It slowed as she steered into an underground parking station. The car stopped next to a charging point. She turned to face Beulah.

"Look at you" Matron scolded the trembling, naked woman. "You must love cum, you've got it all over you. You need a good hosing. But first I want you to get between my legs put that lazy tongue into me". Matron reached for the leash and Beulah moved her head to provide access to the collar. She knew what she had to do.

A few minutes later Matron opened the door to Beulah's new bedroom. It was bare except for a bed and three uniforms hanging on hooks above the bed. Matron walked in, pulling lightly on the lead. Beulah crawled in behind her. She was on all fours. She was still naked. 

Matron sat on the edge of the bed and spread her thin legs. Her hairy pussy was exposed. Beulah placed the tip of her tongue on Matron's outer lips. She gently pushed and the tender folds of skin parted. She slowly worked her way down to Matron's aching hole. Beulah smelt the aroma of her womanhood as she explored with her tongue and nimble fingers. She delved deep and twisted. Matron started bucking, pulling Beulah's hair at the same time.

Beulah tongue fucked her until her jaw ached. Matron pulled her head away and told Beulah to insert two fingers. She complied. Beulah finger fucked Matron for five or six minutes. Matron flipped over on the bed and told Beulah to fist her. 

Beulah eased her tiny hand into Matron's vagina. After three good thrusts Matron gasped loudly and clamped her legs together. She came in waves, twisting and squirming with delight.

She pulled herself away from Beulah and stood beside the bed. She adjusted her skirt.

"That was better" Matron spoke softly to Beulah, "but you need training. Cover that slutty body of yours with one of those uniforms. Then get to work, there are bed pans to empty on that ward."



His Real Estate Ch. 06



Several nights later Beulah was sitting in her cubicle. 

It was just after midnight. She had completed her rounds of the aged care ward of the Fort Sumter Hospital. After the recent passing of one of the patients there were now ten men under her care.

The youngest was in his fifties but he had lost a leg in the last war. The oldest was in his seventies. There was one bed ridden patient, the rest were able to move around the ward and the adjacent recreation room without her assistance. 

There were twenty beds in the ward so every patient had an empty bed next to his own. Each bed had a curtain that could be drawn around the bed to create some privacy for the occupant.

In some ways Beulah had more freedom here than when she was assigned to a private home. The patients actually spoke to her, wanted to know something about her. In a way the patients were prisoners here too. Most of them knew that they would live out their lives in this building. Beulah was kept here by the electronic obedience devices that were permanently attached to her body.

There was a necklace linked to the communication buttons at the bedside tables in the ward. If a patient required assistance he pressed the red button and Beulah received a small dose of pain. When she attended the patient she hit the red button again and the pain stopped. It wasn't severe, about the intensity of a flea bite but it was constant until she hit the button. It was also cumulative. If two or three patients hit the button at the same time the pain increased proportionally.

Beulah also wore a pain bracelet on her ankle. This was controlled by the Matron and could inflict pain by degrees. The minimum was the equivalent of a mosquito bite; the maximum was agony so intense that it was lethal. Beulah instantly obeyed every whim of the Matron.

Beulah sat in her chair. She was watching a news programme on the Hospital information channel. A new statue had been unveiled somewhere in the national capital. It was a spring in Atlanta. The President made a speech about the battle of Gettysburg, how the defeat of the Union Oppressors had guaranteed the way of life that we all took for granted.

Beulah was thinking about the colour of the trees when she felt the familiar pain around her neck. She jumped up and headed onto the ward. She looked for the red light and went to bed number six. She tapped the red button and the pain stopped.

She looked at the face of her patient. He was in his early sixties. He was overweight. He was balding and needed a shave. His cheeks were red and blotchy thanks to years of alcohol abuse. He smiled at Beulah. The few teeth that he had left were rotten. He smelt like an ashtray. His name was Bobby. Beulah stood there, waiting for instructions.

Bobby shifted his obese body so that he was on his side, facing her. He pulled the sheet up. Beulah saw that he was naked. She looked at his hairy chest and bloated stomach. He was so fat that his pectorals were like big floppy breasts. Bobby cupped one of his hairy pectorals. He looked at her and said "Suck this, bitch".

Beulah leaned over the bed and placed her mouth on his hairy nipple. It tasted sweaty. She flicked her tongue over it to make it redden. She sucked as she opened her mouth to take as much of his soft flesh as she could. Bobby grabbed her free hand and placed it between the folds of his lower stomach. Her fingers found his flaccid penis. Her mouth was full of his hairy nipple. He pushed her head hard against his chest. Beulah felt that little prick start to grow in her fist.

Suddenly she felt the pain return to her neck. Before she could react she felt the pain double, then triple. It was hard to concentrate on Bobby. She glanced around and saw three patients sitting on the adjacent bed. They all wore nightclothes. They all had their hands in their laps, furiously trying to make their worn out dicks hard.

Bobby yelled out "Suck my cock, you slack whore" as he rolled over on his back. Beulah placed her head between his legs. His balls were hanging down so she cradled them in her hands as she kissed his penis. She was bending over the bed. One of the patients hopped off the bed and stuck two fingers into her exposed pussy. 

She took Booby's cock into her mouth. The other patient had four fingers in her; he was working them in and out as he played with his dick. It was long and thick but was taking a long time to get hard. He moved his fingers from her vagina to her rectum. He spat on her butt and used his saliva as lube. He had three fingers deep inside as his cock gradually hardened, growing to its full length. He pulled his fingers out and shoved his ten inches halfway into her taught orifice. He paused and asked her if she liked it. Her mouth was too full of penis for a reply.

He shoved his dick all the way in and started lazily humping her. Bobby's cock was hard and Beulah was sucking for all she was worth. Bobby pushed her head down, burying her face in the fatty folds of his stomach. She was nearly suffocating as he blew a thin wad of cum down her throat. He pushed her away.

The guy who was working her butt nearly fell over as she moved but he grabbed her breasts to steady himself. Beulah still had her uniform on but the material was thin enough for him to feel her nipples. The uniform was short so there was no impediment to his arse fucking. He pushed into her, feeling his groin against her butt. He bucked and shot into her. He rested for few moments while his cock shrank. He pulled out of her and wandered back to his bed. He hit his red button and her pain diminished.

Beulah turned around and started jerking off the two patients sitting on the bed. One of them was hard and she expertly flicked her wrists to bring him to orgasm. The semen oozed from his cock. He scooped it up with his hand and offered it to Beulah. She licked his hand clean, swallowing every drop. He hit the red button at the bedside and her pain lessened.

Beulah now only had one more cock to deal with. She ran her hands along the length of it but it didn't harden. He leaned back on the bed and lifted his feet onto the edge of the bed. Beulah studied his exposed butt for a few moments then started licking his balls. She worked her way down to his hole, lingering on the softness between his balls and his anus. She closed her eyes and inserted her tongue. 

Finally, his cock started to stiffen. She moved her tongue around inside him as she stroked his cock. It took ten minutes of rimming, tongue fucking and jerking but she soon felt his cum spurt onto her face. He slapped her as he hopped down and wobbled back to his own bed. He hit his red button and her pain stopped.

Beulah looked around as she tidied herself. All her charges were now snugly tucked in. She listened to their snores as she returned to her cubicle. 

She was surprised to find the Matron standing next to the bed. Beulah felt a slight prick in her ankle.

The Matron had the switch for the pain bracelet in one hand. In the other was a small dildo. She was naked.



His Real Estate Ch. 07



Beulah quickly responded to the red light. 

She stood next to Matron as a new patient was gently lifted from the wheel chair into the bed. The paramedic gave the patient's details as she typed the information into her palm top computer. 

His name was Shannon. He had crashed his motorbike into a street sweeper around sunrise that morning. His left foot had been torn off. He had been operated on around lunchtime. He was going to stay in the ward for a day or two till a place was found for him in the prosthetic ward.

Matron patted the paramedic on the back as he walked away. Shannon looked up at her as tears welled in his eyes. She wiped his brow. He was twenty five. He closed his eyes as the painkillers kicked in. He slept for twelve hours.

Shannon's eyes opened. He stared into the harsh light above his head. He tried to remember why he was in hospital. His last memory was screaming "Fuck" as the bike slid under the stupid street cleaner. He shook his head and blinked. He raised his head and weakly looked around. He realised that he was in hospital.

He looked at the man in the next bed. He tried to speak but his throat was sore from the tubes that had been inserted during the operation. Matron observed his movements and came over to check on him. He whispered something to her. She could see the horror in his eyes. 

Matron gently took his hand and started to answer his questions. When she ran out of answers she just sat there, quietly holding his hand. He slipped into a fitful sleep and she left to check the other patients.

Around three in the morning Shannon regained consciousness. He looked around. All the other patients were asleep. His bladder was full. He tried to moved but his leg was too sore. He lay there for a while then noticed Matron standing in the doorway. He raised his arm and weakly waved to her. Matron walked over to investigate.

Shannon explained his predicament. Matron nodded and pressed the red button beside his bed. Moments later Beulah was standing next to Matron. 

She had been eating when summoned by the pain bracelet. There were slight traces of sauce on her lips. Matron looked Beulah up and down. Shannon squirmed under the sheets. Matron took a disinfectant wipe from her pocket and wiped Beulah's mouth.

Matron lifted the sheet. She reached down and loosened Shannon's nightshirt. She expertly exposed his penis. Beulah licked her lips, trying to remove the taste of disinfectant from her mouth. Matron started fondling Shannon's penis. He looked up at Matron and explained that he needed to urinate very soon.

Matron put her hand beneath his balls and put her other hand against Beulah's head. Matron slowly forced Beulah's head down toward Shannon's lap. She sternly advised Beulah not to spill a drop. Matron put her hands by her side. Beulah was bending over the bed. Beulah gently took Shannon's penis into her mouth. It grew slightly. 

Shannon asked if it was OK if he sat up.

Moments later Shannon was on the edge of his bed. Beulah was on her knees in front of him. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Matron nodded and Shannon released his strong smelling urine. It flowed in a gentle arc from the eye of his penis into Beulah's open mouth. She gulped down as much as she could but there was too much. Some of the yellow liquid overflowed onto her chin.

Matron swatted Beulah's bare arse. As the flow subsided Matron instructed Beulah to hold some in her mouth and gargle with it. Beulah was almost fainting from the taste of Shannon's urine but she gargled until Matron told her to stop. Shannon celebrated his empty bladder by wiping some urine drops on Beulah's hair. 

He rubbed his penis against Beulah's lips. She opened them to receive his dick. It rested on her tongue as it grew to its full length. Soon Beulah felt the familiar feeling of someone shoving their unwanted cock down her throat. Shannon grabbed her head and face fucked her. Matron stuck two fingers into Beulah's exposed pussy. It was dry but soon there were four fingers stretching that familiar vagina.

Shannon's grunting echoed across the ward. Several of the patients raised their heads to watch. A couple of them pushed their red buttons and Beulah's pain bracelet amplified her dose. They would have to wait for their turn. Shannon pushed Beulah's head down and he shot cum down the back of Beulah's throat.

Matron finger fucked Beulah for a while but she grew bored once Shannon stretched out on the bed and pulled the sheets over his soft cock. Shannon dozed off and Matron wandered away, leaving Beulah to deal with the other patients, most of whom sported early morning hardons.



Shannon was on the ward for three days. At ten o'clock on the fourth day the doctor told him that there was space for him in the Prosthetic Ward. They would build a new foot for him; in a few weeks he would be able to walk again. Matron had grown quite fond of him during his stay on her ward. She decided to say goodbye. She drew the curtain around his bed to give them privacy. She placed her lips on his and lightly kissed him. His mouth opened to receive the tip of her tongue. His tongue found hers and they kissed passionately, open mouthed, trying to swallow each other's lust.

Matron stepped back and undid the buttons on her blouse. She pulled back the sheet that covered Shannon. He was wearing boxer shorts. She pushed her tiny hand under the waist band and fondled his growing penis. His large tight balls felt good in her hand. The other patients were all so old and droopy but Shannon was much younger and fitter. She could feel the virility in his testicles. 

She pulled his shorts down and his penis snapped to attention. It was about eight inches bit it was thick. She wrapped her fist around i. A drop of precum formed on the purple knob. Matron admired the thickly veined shaft as she lightly stroked it. When Shannon was fully erect Matron summoned Beulah.

Following Matron's breathless instructions Beulah removed her uniform. She also removed her bra. As usual she wore no knickers so Beulah was naked. The eyes of all the other patients were on her full breasts. Everyone noticed the nipples. They had been pierced a few hours earlier. They were still red and swollen. The silver rings shone brightly. 

Matron grabbed those shiny new rings and yanked. Beulah grimaced from the sharp pain. She dragged Beulah by the tits and guided her to Shannon's erection. Beulah sucked for few moments then Matron pulled her off. 

She grabbed Beulah's sparse pubic hair and tugged, forcing Beulah to spin around. She told Beulah to hop on the bed and face Shannon's feet. Beulah squatted over his erect cock and felt the tip brush her vagina. She gently lowered herself until his manhood was completely engulfed in her wetness.

Matron shouted at her and she increased her pace. The bed was bucking wildly when Shannon arched his bag and thrust deep into Beulah's vagina. Matron tugged on those tortured nipples as he unloaded into her. Beulah continued bucking until Matron slapped her face. She dismounted and walked to the next bed. She left a thin trail of sweat and cum behind her.

An hour later Shannon was in another department getting his stump measured for his prosthetic foot. 

Back on the ward Beulah was about to suck another cock.