Free Frog by Claire Thompson Page B

Someone who might have her own set of keys…
    Brenda snapped her back to reality by saying, "You're really lucky to get my Robert. He's the best. I only let him fuck cum-sluts like you because you're nothing more than dirt. A piece of ass for us to use and abuse. So, piece of ass, today Robert feels like fucking you. And I'm going to sit on your face and make sure you stay good and still for him."
    Robert watched appreciatively as Brenda took off her silky gown, revealing her large well-shaped form. Brenda was a 'real woman' in his estimation, not like this skinny kid they had abducted. Still, as slaves went, she was responsive. He dimly realized this was part of Brenda's particular ire against her. She was too sexual, though he didn't think frog even knew it herself yet.
    Brenda straddled Jane's face and warned, "If you protest, frog, I'll put you under the bed for a week, with no food. And don't think I'm kidding." She shifted her weight, positioning herself so that Jane was pinned beneath her. Taking Jane's arms, she held them tightly at the wrists. Jane shuddered uncontrollably beneath her, but Brenda didn't care. Jane was just an object for their amusement.

    Brenda looked over at her husband and said, "She's ready, darling." Jane's eyes were screwed tight and her mouth was bunched in an asterisk of protest. Brenda's heady musk pervaded her nostrils as she squatted over the hapless woman, letting her private parts rest on Jane's upturned face. Jane believed her threat about going under the bed, and didn't try to move away, though she felt revulsion rising in her like a tide.
    She was distracted by Robert, who straddled her lower half. She felt his thick, heavy fingers press inside of her. It hurt; she was dry with fear. He was patient, slowly moving his fingers inside of her and on her sensitive vulva, calming her, arousing her body even as her mind continued its silent protest. When he decided she was wet enough, he leaned over her, entering her slowly, pressing one thigh between hers, forcing her open with his long, thick cock.
    Jane yelped as he filled her, her cry muffled by Brenda's pussy mashed against her mouth. The initial pain was soon replaced with a dull pressure, a fullness that wasn't actually painful once her vaginal walls adjusted around the rock hard cock inside of her. Robert began to move slowly, taking his time. He paced himself, giving the girl a chance to adjust to each ratchet of intensity.
    When he felt her yielding beneath him, he began to pick up the tempo, loving the feel of her impossibly tight pussy clenched around his cock. Moaning, he arched and thrust into her, getting a deep thrill from fucking another woman while his wife sat on her face, slowly grinding her pussy against the unwilling young woman who writhed beneath them.
    For Jane, something unexpected was happening. She had been waiting for the pain of his entrance, and then enduring the onslaught, praying for him to come as fast as possible. But instead, the pressure was somehow transmuting to a pulsing pleasure inside of her. If only this woman's cunt weren't covering her face, forcing her to breathe in the sexual fumes. Jane arched convulsively, her own body out of control as it responded to Robert's expert movements.
    With a loud moan, he came hard into her, kissing his wife's mouth as he did so. Brenda bit his lip, hard, as she came from her own

    thrusting on poor Jane's mouth. Jane was nothing more than a fuck mat underneath the lovers. Her own impending orgasm was stymied; this wasn't about her.
    When they finished with her, they pushed her to the foot of the bed and held her there with their feet. She lay still, her pussy sore, orgasm denied, body aching. But the bed was so soft! And the sheets were like silk caressing her bare skin. Amazingly, she fell asleep, right along with her tormentors.
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    It felt odd to be wearing clothing after all this time, however scanty. Just a few short weeks ago, being forced to parade in