Al wasn't the heartless bastard she imagined him to be at that moment. Neither was Gill, she knew. They were both typical fun-loving American males, the kind who might be found in any city or suburban neighborhood. That yearning for pleasure, and the desire to avoid hassles had been mistaken for weakness.
Gill had always given in to her, and Al had come running when she had wanted him, practically with his cock hanging out. Now, to her horror, she discovered there was tougher stuff underneath.
Ad was glaring, telling her, "Wash the dishes before I whip your ass!"
And Gill was fucking Marilee next door. Lanore could hear her sultry neighbor's cries. They made her heart wrench, her stomach churn and the sink full of dirty dishes seem larger than it was when she started.
"Whip my ass, I don't care. I deserve it," she moaned. "I started this to have fun all my own way… and now everyone is having a good time except me!"
Al grinned, but she couldn't see it. He lashed across her luscious ass cheeks with his whip. He owed Gill at least that much. It wasn't a full-force blow, but enough to make Lanore wince and toss her head back, yanking the chain of her leash tight.
"Aaagh! You don't have to hurt me. I've learned my lesson!" she cried, slumping forward again.
"Somehow I doubt that, Lanore. I think there is some of the devious bitch still left in you," Al said. He whirled the whip overhead and then lashed it across her ass again.
He struck harder that time. When her head tossed back to howl in pain, the studded collar pulled tight around the back of Lanore's neck. Her bald head bobbed so furiously that Al thought for one moment he might have broken her neck.
But Lanore quickly recovered her senses and said, "Please, Al. Let me see Gill. There's so much that I have to make up for."
He hesitated a moment, then Marilee's orgasmic scream shattered the stillness of the night.
"O.K.," he said. "Sounds like Gill might be ready for you now. And Marilee can God damn well wash her own dirty dishes!"
Al took off the hated dog collar, and he walked Lanore to her own house. Both of them were stark naked, but all the other neighbors had gone back to bed.
Lanore first saw the red wig sitting on its stand on the edge of the coffee table, long and tawny tresses banging down to swirl on the floor.
"Ooooooh!" she gasped. "Gill must have gotten that for me!"
She rushed and put it on, tossing her head to straighten its long flowing waves. Then she spied that luxurious white mink coat draped over the arm of the couch.
"Aaahhh, and that too? Gill must really love me despite all I've done." She reached to put it on.
"Un-ungh," Al said, shaking his head. "The wig I'm sure was meant for you. A coat like that would cost Gill two year's pay – I don't think so. You better check with him before reaching for things you aren't suppose to have."
"You're right." Lanore jerked her hand back as though the snowy white fur she'd barely touched was red hot. "Besides, I'm sexy enough without it."
Al said nothing. He decided to wait and see. Gill and Marilee were coming down the hall, both of them smiling. Because of the tawny red wig, the raven-haired beauty didn't recognize her own neighbor at first.
"Oooh," Marilee said. "And whose luscious little slave are you?"
"I'm Gill's," she said without flinching. "And I'm going to be the best he ever had!"
"Lanore!"
"Yes, it's me."
"Did you dye your blonde hair?"
"No, I lost it. And I almost lost something that means so much more!" She sobbed and rushed into Gill's waiting arms. He hugged her and pressed her lush tits almost flat against his chest.
Marilee said, "Unnnngh, I think we should leave them alone."
Al grinned and said, "You're right. You've got a sink still half full of dirty dishes to do, floors to scrub, windows to wash…"
"Now wait just a minute!" she snapped.
"No, I've already been waiting too many years." Al brought the dog collar and leash out from behind his back. "Best damn two dollars and ten cents I ever spent in my life," Al chuckled as he cinched it tight around Marilee's neck.
"Aggghhh, you bastard!"
"Come on," he jerked the leash. "They need to be alone. And so do we!"
Lanore sucked in a long breath after Al and Marilee had left. She raised her chin and said, "So am I." Gill hugged her again and stroked his hands down through her tawny fall of hair.
"You like me better as a redhead?" she asked coyly.
"Yeah, I think I do."
"Because I remind you of Celia?"
"No, your tits are much bigger than hers. Your nipples haven't been pierced?"
"And you don't think my pussy is as clever," she said.
"Well, she has been studying muscle control for a long time."
"I have too. Ever since I had to witness the job that bitch did on your cock." Lanore writhed her bald pussy against his cock. "Is she the first!"
"So far, yes." Gill had to groan. The sensuous offering of a hairless pussy made him think of delights with very young girls.
"Watch this," Lanore said. She eased back from him, swaying her hips with snake-like grace. Lanore tossed her head, arched her back and spread her legs with knees bent wide apart.
Her pliant belly began to heave with rippling motions that surely would have flipped over a coin had they had one handy. And the inner muscles of her cunt squirmed tight, turning like a screw thread.
Lanore demonstrated proudly, not moving her back-bent body except on the inside.
Gill clasped his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pushed his cock in without warning.
"Hunnngh," she groaned. "The pleasure of that would blow all the fuses in that crazy fuck-meter!"
"It just might. Your pussy has never felt so good to me!"
"Put me on our bed where you can fuck me hard! Bind my arms and legs so there is no way I can resist!"
"I didn't think you liked that."
"I didn't think so either… but I love it. I want you to tie me down and take your pleasure. I want to be your slave. I've learned my lesson. Do whatever you want. I'm yours, and I always will be!"
"No more sneaking around behind my back?" he asked sharply.
"Never!"
"What if I want to fuck Marilee or Celia?"
"I'll suck their cunts and make them hot for you. Ooooh, I would love to eat that redhead and show her that I'm as much a woman as she ever was!"
"Suck my cock and maybe I'll believe you."
"Yes, master!" Lanore dropped obediently to her knees. That was quite a change for her, but she liked seeing how it made Gill's glossy cock twitch. His prick looked longer and harder than ever before. He really wanted her, and all she had to do was please him.
Lanore lunged and sucked down the whole length of Gill's straining cock with one gulp. He rocked back, both stunned and pleased by her heated passion. She bobbed her head back and forth, pulling on his hard prickshaft with tightly drawn lips. It didn't matter that his cock had been in two other women since she had touched his prick last. Lanore had only to prove that she was the best.
She sucked with that in mind. She pulled with her sensuous lips and lapped with a tongue that moved in undulating waves.
"I'd be blowing on that pleasure monitoring machine too," she said confidently, rocking her head back to catch a breath.
"Yeah, we'll have to invite Celia and Dave over some night and ask him to bring his machine. I'd love to wire her and see how she reacts while being fucked by her own brother."
"They'd never do that," Lanore said flatly.
"They might," Gill said with a chuckle. "It's all in the interest of science, just like the slave auction was all for charity."
"Her pussy would have to be shaved bald to properly attach the most important electrodes," Lanore said anxiously.
"I'll let you do that… if you're a good wife until we can get them over."
"Can I cut off all her hair too? I'd love to see that bitch forced to wear a blonde wig!"
"Suck my cock and I'll think about it," Gill said. He suddenly felt more power, more in control than the corporation president he worked for. That silver-haired son of a bitch had to buy his pleasure with an enormous contribution to charity.
Gill said, "Tomorrow I want you to bring me a young virgin."
"Blagh! What?" Lanore's head reared back.
"You heard me, a very young virgin." No later than noon. I want to be here, and I want her pussy sucked wet and warm and ripe for fucking.
Lanore was now disposed to grant any wish that her man desired, but this one left her gasping.
"I don't even know a young virgin," she moaned. "My sister's daughter, maybe, but…"
"You'll think of a way to do it. You had no trouble getting Al over here when you wanted him."
"Yes, but…"
"No buts. Just do it! And right now suck my cock. Get it good and hard. I'm anxious to see what that clever bald pussy of yours has learned."
"Yes, dear." Lanore got the words out without having them stick in her throat. Her man stilt wanted her, that was enough. She sucked his cock hard and made him gasp with delight.
"Now let's fuck," he said with rasping breath. "There's some rope in the garage. Get me four pieces, each about three feet long."
"Oh, Gill… I'm so hat now, we don't need to do that. Sucking your cock after wanting it so long has made me real horny."
"Get the rope!" he said sternly.
"Yes, dear."
He bound her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed frame. His cock throbbed and twitched as each knot was tied.
"Ungh, not so tight!" she moaned.
"You'll get worse than this if you ever sneak around behind my back again!"
"I know that now, and I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."
"That's what you said before. Then you went to the Bennetts' and auctioned yourself off to the highest bidder." He pulled the heavy basket weave-patterned belt from his uniform pants.
"You aren't going to whip me now, are you?"
"Damn right I am! Getting your beautiful blonde pussy hair shaved off, damn you!" He swung back and lashed her newly shaved pussy mound.
The belt cracked loud on hairless flesh and Lanore let out an awful scream. That tender puff of flesh was more tender than most.
"I used to love burrowing into your hairy blonde pussy," he recalled. "Now I'm going to whip your cunt until it's as red as the wig on your head!"
His black leather belt hissed again and the loud crack echoed to fill the room. Lanore's cry of anguish blended with it, high and shrill and drawn out.
"Not red enough yet," he decided, swinging again.
"Yeeeooow! You bastard! Oh, stop! Please stop!"
"All right, but only because I'm tired. I'm going to have to take a couple of days off to rest up after all this."
"Can you do that?" Lanore looked pleased despite the tears flowing down her cheeks. She thought the extra time would help them restore their loving relationship.
"Yeah, I'm sure the president of the company will understand." He laughed, climbing up onto the bed and bending down between her bound legs. "Right now I want to eat pussy. Even with all his bucks, he didn't get one that was completely bald!"
"Hungh!" Lanore felt his tongue lash into her and the pull of his sucking lips on freshly whipped skin. She groaned and squirmed uncomfortably, creaking the taut ropes that bound her four limbs. Then he hooked under her clit and drew his lips snug to suck on that.
Lanore shrieked lewd cries of long-awaited delight. The heat of her stinging welts all seemed to flow into that button of nerves. Her clit swelled and tingled as his tongue danced around. Gill recalled Celia's seductive grace, the way her lithe body swayed so temptingly.
He moved his tongue the same way, flowing all over and around her bulging clit nub.
It made her gasp sharply and arch her back as much as the rapes would allow. Lanore whirled her hips to increase her own pleasure. She pumped her splayed crotch at him and she screamed, "Fuck me!"
Gill answered with a grunt. He was ready. More than ready. His cock had hardened to give her the longest, most demanding fuck of her whole life. His prick throbbed and twitched between his legs, anxious but in complete control. All the fucking he'd done kept his balls well drained. There was no urgent need to cum again, not until his pleasure had gone on and on and on.
Her bald pussy was red with rushing blood and wet with fuck honey seeping from her cunt. Whipping and sucking her had started a flood. Gill could still taste her fuck juice on his lips and tongue, but now it was his cock that demanded to feel her sleek warmth.
He thrust his cock like a harpoon and pushed his luscious wife flat on the satin sheet of their bed. Her pussy sprang to life. Her cunt convulsed with wringing motions that sucked hard on his long prickshaft. She writhed and twisted violently inside without seeming to move.
"Hhhmmm, you have learned some thing."
While the loving muscle in her cunt seemed to be climbing his cock.
"You can fuck all the other women you want," she said. "But you'll never find one better than this!"
"Unnnngh! Maybe not, but it's going to be fun to find out for sure!"
An hour would pass before even Lanore's newly learned cunt motions could persuade his cock to fire. And years would pass before they knew where the exciting new path of life they had chosen would finally lead them.