Thirty minutes after Jade left her, the door opened again. It was the old man who’d fed the apes and had so aggravated her almost daily for the past week. “Here to pick-up your belongings, Sweetie,” he smirked evilly. “Jade said that I couldn’t mess you up, so don’t look forward to my fucking you today.” He grinned through a teeth-gapped mouth. “Besides, I probably wouldn’t match-up too well with those big apes that had you screaming and moaning all those days, huh?”
Cleo sat silently as though in a trance, starring at the far wall. The old man walked right up in front of her and stopped. Vaguely, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, as he said, “But a little blow-job won’t mess you up too much, right? Especially, if you swallow all of it so it doesn’t get all over your pretty dress.”
He moved closer and reacting as she’d been programmed to do for all this time, Cleo just opened her mouth and took him inside. In a daze such as she was, she didn’t even move to help him achieve orgasm, just allowing the old man to fuck her face, grunting and hitting her opened throat with its length. He only lasted about a minute, shooting his watery load down her throat where it pooled with the remnants of all the others left over from the past week of abuse. When he was finished, the old man pulled out carefully so not to spoil her new dress, and said maliciously, “Clean it up, Sweetie.”
Obediently, Cleo licked the spent cum from his foul, shriveling cock.
When Jade returned and assisted her down the long stairway, they exited the front door to find Wolf standing there, and a long, black limousine waiting with the back door open. Jade helped her inside, closed the door, and they silently watched her ride away.
“The most beautiful one we ever had, and I didn’t even fuck her,” Wolf said quietly.
Jade laughed. “No, you were having too much fun watching those trained apes of yours, destroy her fine little ass!” She hugged the much smaller man, pressing his face against her chocolate breasts. “But Mama knows what her little guys wants. Chapman is sending tender, fifteen-year-old Amy, over later today – the one you’ve been lusting for. Kapp said she’s been acting up and even he can’t get her stretched large enough to fit onto Chapman’s gigantic cock.” She smiled, reaching down to grasp Wolf’s growing cock. “She is so slender and so petit. The apes have been alone for a complete day now, and both are walking around with huge boners. Watching them break-in this sweet little thing should be fun, don’t you think?”
One of the new girls, whom Cleo didn’t know, met her when she arrived back at Chapman’s sprawling residence, taking her directly to her old room. Vaguely, she noticed it was now decorated with large photos. She froze, as she realized they were pictures of Chapman trying to work his elongated organ into a girl – the pretty girl she knew as, Angel. The photos were arranged in precise order from left to right, showing the progress – and effects – of his forced penetration. She also saw that a large clock had been strategically placed behind the couple so a viewer could measure the time used for the girl’s impalement. Unable to avoid it, Cleo stared at the first photo – Chapman holding Angel under the arm-pits, her hairless opening poised right over the head of his enormous cock. In the next, he had lowered her until the head was pushing against her pussy lips – and from her strained features, it appeared she was in extreme pain. The time elapsed on the clock, was nine minutes. Moving to the next photo, Cleo saw that Chapman’s hardball-sized cock-head had now disappeared inside Angel’s small opening – and that, pain still radiated from her tense, lovely face. Photo number three, had Chapman’s cock a third buried inside an apparently squirming Angel, and by the fourth photo, it was half-way inside. Nearly fifteen minutes had elapsed on the clock behind them. Angel still seemed in intense pain. The next picture, a stop-action one, had apparently caught Chapman after he’d lifted her nearly off his cock and just as he’d removed his large hands – dropping her back. The surprise she’d registered at that precise moment instantly changed to agony in the next photo.
Half-way through the photos, Cleo did not notice the changes in her own reaction to the photos – that she was now breathing very deeply, through half-opened lips. Even with her experience with Mr. Wolf’s bull-apes, she could’ve never imagined a cock as large as the one she saw here – and couldn’t believe that somehow, the slender Angel was accommodating it. Okay sure, she was in severe pain and it wasn’t going easily for her, but, inch-by-inch, it was going in! The next picture showed Chapman’s cock nearly two-thirds of the way in, and Angel trying to hold herself away from it by placing her tiny pale hands against Chapman’s hairy black thighs. The only thing that belied her apparent discomfort, was the glistening wetness on her own thighs. Nearly twenty minutes had now expired on the clock in the background. Totally unaware of it, Cleo’s breathing had grown very ragged now, and she was excreting juices of her own as she unconsciously licked her dry lips while moving around the wall.
In the following three pictures, it was plain that Angel’s pain and discomfort had changed into mind-blowing pleasure. Head thrown back, mouth open, eyes rolled upward in her head until only the whites shown, she was apparently now screaming in total rapture. The remaining photos were actually a portrait of a continuous, non-stop orgasm for the girl, and Cleo fought back a hateful wave of resentment – no. Envy! Forty minutes now shown on the clock. So long – so – delicious. Not intending it, Cleo’s hand had drifted toward her burning snatch as she fought back an urge to kneel before the picture, lick the huge, black cock she saw there. Moaning, her eyes flittered around the room. She could almost smell the couple’s sex act. She moaned again, just as a knock on her door startled her back into awareness.
“Y . . .yes,” she stammered.
“Mr. Chapman desires for you to join him for dinner, ma’am. It will be served in five minutes.” Clicking of heels, indicated the female voice was departing. Cleo hurried to the bathroom, splashed cold water onto her face and tried to calm her trembling. “Oh, don’t let me mess this up on the first day, and be sent back to Mr. Wolf,” she pleaded to herself.
Angle and a young black girl about seventeen years of age, were already there when she arrived at the dining table. The young black girl was obviously fighting an urge to squirm against the rotating cock that Cleo knew was inside her. Angel appeared much like Cleo had only hours earlier – namely, in an over-fucked daze. Combating a delicious shiver from forming in her deepest core, Cleo wondered just how long Mr. Chapman had used her with his gigantic cock. Hurrying to her place at the table, she eased herself onto the silicone four-inch cock protruding from the chair seat. When it went in easily, she knew she was still experiencing some of the wetness she’d experienced from looking at the pictures in her room.
“Welcome back, Cleo,” Chapman’s deep, booming voice welcomed her.
“Thank you, Master,” she said with down-cast eyes. “I’m glad to be back.”
“Please dine, everyone,” he said, but she knew from past meals here, that he was carefully watching to see if any of them showed the affect of the wiggling cocks inside them. It felt good to her, but after the apes, she now knew she could handle it. The black girl apparently couldn’t – suddenly moaning aloud as she pressed downward with her ass, beginning to squirm frantically against her seat. Almost instantly Knapp appeared, dressed in his black thong, nothing else. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her away, screaming. Chapman acted as if he never even noticed.
“So Cleo, tell us about your week of vacation,” he said softly.
Oh no, please don’t make me tell that!
“Cleo?” he said again.
She cleared her throat once, and with her eyes still down-cast, said, “On my first day, I explored my new residence, Master. In the library I saw three holes in the wall, and . . . .” She spoke until she reached the point where she couldn’t remember any more, and then simply stopped speaking.
“That’s fine, Cleo. You can stop now. I saw everything anyway.”
Even as conditioned as she was, that revelation still shocked her. He had been there! Watching as she was being violated! Watching, as she responded in eagerness, sometimes desperation, to the giant beasts’ mating with her – and watching her own self-initiated, sex with them. Her face burned with shame even as her pussy gushed juices at the memory – barely able to catch herself before she groaned aloud. Her story had apparently had an impact on Angel too, for she uttered a soft moan, instantly biting her lip. It was too late. A heavy, broad-chest, black man in a thong that matched Mr’ Kapp’s, marched in and grabbed Angel as she protested loudly. He clamped her mouth with his thick hand, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her off, kicking and trying to scream.
“Ah, Cleo. It seems it’s just you and I again.”
“Yes Master.”
“Did you like the pictures I provided for your room?”
“Yes Master.
More softly now, “Did they excite you?”
She considered lying to him, but knew that was not an option, so she muttered. “Yes sir.”
“Still wet?
Again, she hesitated, but having little choice, said, “Yes Master. I am wet.”
“Does the small rubber cock excite you, Cleo?”
“No sir, not so much. It feels okay, but now . . . you know, after, uh . . . not so much.”
Chapman laughed his booming laugh, shaking the very walls. “That is good, then. You will need something much larger – something only a real man can give you. Am I right?”
What could she say? Whether from fear or simply the stored-up knowledge that it was bound to happen sooner or later, her heart was pounded so hard inside her chest that she could barely speak. “Yes Master, you are correct.”
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