My handwriting holding the computer storage joystick hovered momentarily in front of the U.S.B port of the estimator. Did I want to see what it might contain ? Could I bear to observe what it might hold back ? To what depth of depravity would my wife have plummeted this time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be ? Nevertheless, stomach churning, I steeled myself and inserted it.
The same room - this time though, only 1 chair. Same threadbare carpeting, covered once again with a clear polythene weather sheet. To the back of the room though, a wooden mesa now stood. On it was some sorting of trash bowl, privy of beer, an array of phallus shaped dildoes of diverse size, a knife and what looked like a coiled up leather swath.
As I looked on, a rather amateurish title scrolled vertically up the screen,'No way to Treat a Lady,'it read ! There followed the sound of feet scuffing over the polythene, presumably from behind the photographic camera, and then a man appeared. Not the man Alex or indeed Chas, but someone else. He looked well over 6 ft tall and had myopic, but clearly grey, cropped hair. Like Alex before him, his tum was Brobdingnagian and was clearly visible, hanging obscenely over the waistband of his Joseph Black joggers. The white stained tee-shirt which barely covered his trunk, revealed a twosome of Gorilla gorilla like weapons system, mesomorphic and covered in wooden-headed haircloth. On his foot was a pair of worn white trainer. Only as he moved towards the chairman, did his face become clearly visible. He looked considerably older than Alex and Chas. grey stubble covered his weather beaten, wrinkled human face and as he smiled at the camera his open mouth revealed a set of teeth, yellow and stained, presumably by eld of smoke. What was most striking to me though, as I sat there watching, was how much he resembled Ellen's father. It wasn't him of course, but the law of similarity, at to the lowest degree facially, was unmistakeable !
He sat heavily down in the chair and after some mumbled lecture from behind the camera he was seen to grin lasciviously at something to the left hand of the lense, his middle taking on a rather menacing look.
‘ What the fuck is this ?'questioned his husky voice, again with a top Scotch speech pattern,'Get yourself over here, now !'
Shoes shuffled on the polythene and, as before, a woman's figure appeared with her backbone to the camera. Of line, I immediately knew - it was Ellen !
‘ standstill in front of me and then turn to face the camera !'he ordered.
She quickly complied which allowed me to see her more clearly. She looked absolutely stunning ! An elegant whiteness dress cut to about knee distance and made of some silky, expensive looking material, covered her
slim, 30 year old trunk. It was fitted, accentuating both her pelvic girdle and her gorgeous 36C titty. The sleeve were long and its neck capable, revealing Ellen's lissom shoulders. On her wooden leg, ashen stockings, probably hold ups, as no line of reasoning were visible through the clothes itself. On her feet were a pair of silver, open- toed, senior high heeled place.
Her hair's-breadth was tied up and her iniquity mascara and burgundy lipstick were a perfect compliment to her stick clean-cut wild blue yonder eyes - the fair sex I loved, preparing to subject herself to….well to what ?
I wasn't going to own to waitress long to find out !
‘ fountainhead, doesn't it look elegant ? Just like a Lady ! But you can't be a Lady - not in these surroundings ! So what are you here for ? ‘ he demanded.
‘ Whatever Sir wants,'was her rather nervous response.
‘ I thought so….You're no Lady at all are you ? You're nothing but a fuckin'adulteress ! That's what I'm gon na call you and that's how I'm gon na treat you !'
And with that he took hold of her face in his huge right hand and spat a huge gob of spittle in her aspect. It hit her between the centre and ran quickly down her pry before dangling obscenely from its tip.
‘ You know, Slut ? I'm a fucking vicious illegitimate. I love using bits of fuckin'marrow like you ! I'm going to degrade you totally. If you don't do exactly what I say immediately, I'll hit you…hard - maybe with my hand or maybe with that belt there on the board. You got that, loose woman ?'he shouted.
‘ Yes, Sir I do !'was her swift, almost breathless reply.
I wasn't sure I wanted to see any Thomas More of this, but the fact that she appeared to be a more than than willing player in it all, enabled me to continue. The man in the film did indeed look hugely menacing. He towered over Ellen and there would certainly be naught she could do to withstand, even if she wanted to.
On the covert, Ellen's tormenter began to speak again. ‘ Get down on your hands and knees and start licking my shoes !'
My wife dropped immediately and, sideways on to the camera, she stooped her headland and began to lap the toe of his left trainer. As the camera had revealed earlier, his trainer were fatigue and very dirty with laces frayed and stained through nonperformance.
‘ Keep your slutty ass up ! Now suck the lace ! necessitate them in your backtalk and fucking make it readable you're enjoying it !'he ordered.
open groan of grasp came from my wife's mouth.
Ellen continued licking his trainers, responding without waver to his various dictation. At one decimal point he lifted up his base and demanded that she lick the sole, and she complied eagerly. The camera caught the lascivious smiling on his face as he watched her.
‘ You fuckin'worthless slice of shit !'he sneered, ‘ full stop ! Crawl over to the table and get back that thick pink dildo. Bring it back in your back talk !'
Ellen turned and made for the table and as she did, the man slapped her ass hard to send her on her way. The camera followed her as she knelt up and took the dildo in her lip, which was hard, as it was very fatheaded. As she turned, it slipped from her teeth and fell to the floor.
‘ You fuckin'ungainly loose woman ! I'm going to beat your cunt with it now. Get it back in your mouth and get over here !'was the angry reception to Ellen's mistake.
As she returned to the man, the camera revealed that he was sat down on the edge of the hot seat and his left invertebrate foot was now bereft of both trainer and sock. His toes were gnarled and hairy with nails yellow and uncut. His substructure too looked dirty. The television camera zoomed in on it as if to punctuate for any viewers, just how filthy they actually were.
‘ Slut, you're going to bat between my toes and sucking on my human foot until I tell you to cease. Give me the dildo !'
Ellen obeyed.
‘ Back on your knees, head down, and pop out sucking on my big toe !'he ordered.
Ellen set to her task and the camera stayed in close as her natural language began to cream at the yellow nail before taking the completely finger's breadth between her lips and beginning to slurp. She gagged briefly but then continued with evident flavor.
The sight was just unbelievable. An elegantly dressed female, my married woman, on her knees in figurehead of a dirty vile looking man, abasing herself totally - what drove her to do this ? It was quite inexplicable !
The man, ( he still had no name ) leant over her back and whipped up the hem of her white dress, revealing her stocking clad stage and tiny ovalbumin thong to my eyes. He then began smacking Ellen's ass with the dildo. He swung it laborious and bought it back down with really force. Each belt forced Ellen's mouth far onto his toe - but she didn't point. After a minute or so he shouted,'Spread your knees !'
Without hesitation Ellen obeyed and then he began to walk out her between the wooden leg. As the material of her panties was pushed closer and more than snugly into her snatch by each successive blast, it became open that her bitch was becoming increasingly wet - she was turned on by his discourse ! How ? Why ? I had no answer !
‘ You like that don't you, loose woman ?'
‘ Mmmmm,'was Ellen's response.
The man then stood up and ordered my wife to open her mouth wide.
‘ I'm going to put all my toes in your slutty mouth at once. I'm gon na strength your back talk all-embracing open !'The camera zoomed in to capture the moment in tightlipped up ! Ellen's petite mouth and beautifully decorated red lips being forced open and violated by a filthy foot, As he forced his toes in, the short toe caught on the English of her lip. She winced and he immediately slapped her ass with his huge right mitt, ‘ Shut the fuck up !'he shouted.
spit escaped her lips, as she tried to suck and pick his toes. Clearly she was struggling though.
Now the camera zoomed out to reveal the man pulling out his flaccid cock from his pant. It was circumcised with a immense, thickened helmet. Suddenly he began to spray a powerful watercourse of piss at my wife's head and back. It splashed over her clothes, staining it immediately yellow. Hell it looked strong. He varied the direction ensuring that his micturate stream fell over nigh of Ellen's back.
‘ In 10 seconds you will lift your head and conduct my make water directly into your face, Slut. I'm going to commence count in my straits. If you lift your nous too early on I'm going to shell your ass. If you lift your header too tardily, I'm going to piss into your open eyes.'
Ellen made no move but continued to slurp on his feet. I had no approximation, watching, when the 10 seconds would be up, but eventually Ellen lifted her capitulum and looked into the man's facial expression, taking his mighty stream of piss directly into her own.
‘ Too early, slovenly woman !'he said triumphantly and he immediately cut the flowing of urine.
‘ Don't fuckin'move !'he demanded before moving toward the table and picking up the tongue and belt.
What was he going to do ? Clearly he wasn't going to suffer her. I had never seen any marks on Ellen's torso. Though on her returns from Edinburgh, she would always sleep in the spare room for a calendar week or so. It was part of her number for recovering from her bust of Depression. I had always gone along with it because once she returned to our marital bed, our sex life was always healthy. I didn't see it as threatening in any way. disappoint yes, but not jeopardize !.
On the silver screen the man was now standing over Ellen again.
‘ base up !'he ordered.'I'm going to rip through your dress now before I beat that ass hard !'
He placed the blade of the tongue at the neck of Ellen's dress and then sliced down to the hem splitting it quickly into two. He then yanked her bra cups off of her tit and cut through the strap at the back allowing her fabulous breasts to flop out.
‘ Great tits. I'm going to love abusing them. Now bend over at the waist and open your fuckin'legs !'he shouted.
He then put the blade of the knife to the gusset of her panties and pushed gently, forcing the cloth into her cunt a little. He shifted the blade so that the tip made a hole in the tenuous material and then, laughing, he sawed, creating a slit that revealed my wife's wet twat to the camera lens. Finally, done with flirt, he cut the panty in two and they fell to the polythene covered carpet. Ellen was now clad only in stockings and horseshoe. These though, he must throw decided to keep on for a while, as he then said,'right wing you fuckin'sporting lady, I'm going to worst your ass with the rap. 20 lashes. On the trading floor - ass up, knees spread, nous and chest down. You will give thanks me after each lash ! Got it, slut ?'
‘ Yes, Sir !'was Ellen's modest reply.
He wrapped the buckle around his vast fist, leaving the residue of the leather shoulder strap hanging threateningly above Ellen's exposed ass. He delicately drew the end of the belt across each of her peachy Andrew Dickson White globes, before lifting his arm and bringing the leather down hard onto her right impudence. Ellen visibly jumped, but remembered to consider. The end of the belted ammunition had left a long red dividing line down the cover of her rightfield thigh.
The following stroke lashed her left cheek and again he made sure that the second joint too was struck. I could see her legs and ass trembling clearly on the silver screen but she continued to count.
Each eyelash seemed to be harder and more quickly delivered As he reached the final blow, Ellens ass and the height of her legs were covered in raised red stripes. Yet she had remained in stead throughout and counted every stroke !
‘ Say thankyou, Slut !'the man commanded.
‘ Thankyou, maestro, for beating my ass,'my wife obediently replied.
‘ Sit up and kiss the belt. Thank it for whipping you too !'
Ellen raised herself and administered a few kisses to the dangling end of the whang before saying,'Thankyou.'

Just then, from behind the camera there came the sound of articulation - male representative and quickly, from the leftfield of the screen, appeared 4 fully dressed men - the proprietor of those interpreter. They all looked halfway aged and were of various physique - 3 were E. B. White and 1 was glum skinned.
‘ Ah, Gentlemen, you're here at last. Well don't dissipation time. The bowl is over there. Get your cocks out and I'll get the slut to bring it over to you !'
All 4 immediately began to unzip and commit out their cocks whilst making crude remark about Ellen.
‘ Do we get to fuck her hotdog ?'asked one.
‘ No, sorry, male child. Even I don't get to do that ! You're only here for your piss I'm afraid. knob'club !'
The honcho being I assumed now, Stacey - Ellen's best ally ! She was it seemed behind all this. Did she have some hold over Ellen ? What on earth was the basis of their relationship, that it oversaw what I was now witnessing on the cover in front end of me ?

The man, whose name I now knew was weenie, then ordered Ellen over to the board to convey the glass bowl.
As she crawled over, the others saw her raw ass.
‘ ass Frank you've given her a aright drubbing. Looks like we were a little too belated today !'moaned the dark skinned man.
Laughing, wiener then spoke again, ‘ Right, Slut you will kneel in presence of each of these friends of mine and moderate the bowl underneath them while they piss into it. They've all spent a few hours down the pub and have loads for you. If they decide to spray your typeface, you will not propel. If they want to puddle into your mouth, they can, but you are not to live with any of it. It all goes into the bowl. You will give thanks them once they are finished ! Got that ?'
‘ Yes, Sir.'Ellen meekly replied.
The nighttime skinned man was first. His prick was thick and seemed partially put up. He pointed it into the bowl and began to release a powerful, grim orange stream of rank looking piss, which splashed constantly up into Ellen's side and over her bridge player. Peals of laughter rang out from all the looker.
‘ Open your lip, hussy. I want to piss in it !'demanded the man.
Ellen opened wide and he immediately directed the hefty spray towards the back of her throat. I could learn the Echo of his piss in the sound chamber of her mouth and lips.
‘ Don't you dare accept any !'reminded Frank.
dank orange tree liquid flowed from Ellen's lip and began quickly to fill the bowl. The man then directed his flow into Ellen's eyes. She closed them. Frank saw this and hit her hard across the face. ‘ Open your fuckin'eyes, strumpet. If my spouse want to piss into your center, then you let them. Shut them again and I'll get them to piss straight down your throat and choke you !'
Again the way was filled with menacing laughter. My married woman, in front man of my own optic was now a plaything, no, a willing plaything, for 5 unknown men. Why had she done this ? What pleasure, what need did this provide ?
The men constantly made dirty gossip about what they would like to do with Ellen's body and as each man took his turn to wee into the bowl, the others would slap her ass or take out her head back and spit directly into her face and, as her head returned to its place over the bowl, the saliva would drivel into the rapidly growing yellow soup which filled it.
As the last man began to piss, Frank bent down and spread Ellen's ass cheeks across-the-board apart and said, ‘ George V, push the head of that pink dildo into the Slut's ass !'
George willingly complied with the request. He placed the foreland at Ellen's heart-to-heart hole and simply pushed hard rotating it as he did so. There was lilliputian answer from Ellen only a niggling get-up-and-go outwards from her vertebral column to prepare it easier for him. She wanted it ! The point disappeared rapidly past her sphincter but then the man stopped pushing and, in response to Frank again, he retracted the head - the last pisser had finished !
The trough must have been very heavy by now, but Ellen still knelt dutifully holding it. Her make up was a spate and her hair soaking wet.
‘ What was going to happen now ?'I thought to myself.
I didn't have long to wait.
‘ Put the bowl on the floor, Slut !'Frank shouted.
‘ What you gon na do, Frank ?'asked the dark skinned man.
‘ Watch fellas !'whereupon he placed his right hand behind my wife's head and pushed it face first into the bowl. He held it there for a while. Ellen let him, without resistance. He then lifted her head briefly before plunging it back in again, this time for what seemed a longer period. Ellen began to wriggle and he released her once more.
‘ Say thankyou, fornicatress !'he ordered. Naturally Ellen obeyed, weewee cyclosis from her tomentum and down her face.
‘ Now watch, Boys.'frankfurter continued,'Slut, pour the whole bowling ball over your own drumhead !'
Amazingly, as I watched afford mouthed, my gorgeous married woman lifted a bowlful of the membership piss of 4 men and proceeded to pour it over her own psyche. It made a Brobdingnagian splashing sound as it hit the polythene covering the floor.
Piss ran in rivulets down her consistency. Her fuzz was plastered to her head and the urine poured from it. She blew hard as the liquidity ran into her mouth, enabling her to pass off once again.
‘ smell at the fuckin'filthy slattern ! Covered in piss - she loves- it don't you, puss ?'
Ellen replied with a sultry. ‘ Yes, Sir I do !'
‘ Perhaps side by side metre you can imbibe it ?'he replied.
‘ Next meter ?'I thought. So there were even Thomas More episodes like this. No doubt tying in with every misstep to Scotland - and there were so many !
No doubt there were even more on this disc ? Would I have the stomach to watch them ? How much more depraved would they get ? Once again, I was about to discover out !
Back on the concealment the other men had departed leaving Ellen once again with Frank.
‘ Now, hussy, I'm almost ready. Last time, I believe, it was in your hands. This clock time, so I'm told, it's to be on your teat. Is that right ? Tell your Uncle dog exactly where you would wish him to dump his cocksucker. recount the camera exactly where you want me to drop my smutty shucks !'
The tv camera zoomed in on Ellen's soaked nerve as she said.'Please can Sir diddly-shit over my tits and cover them with your dogshit ?'And will Sir appropriate me to bear on my tongue into his anus to help him ?
I was quite dumbstruck now ! However I also felt a unknown inspiration in my own cock. Surely I wasn't being turned on by this- Ellen saying these disgusting things. Ellen urging a complete ( or so I presumed ) alien to defacate over her fabulous dead body. And yet the sound of her voice was always a tour on for me. Its ruggedness was one of the first thing that attracted me to her. Despite what she was asking for, I was somehow becoming aroused. But surely not by watching this man tinker's dam on her ?
On sieve Ellen was now lying prone in the weewee covered story, with hot dog's asshole hovering over her human face. The fingers of her right deal were in her cunt massaging her clitoris. She was getting make to cum just as in the earlier film.
‘ Right Slut - tongue in. I won't be long now !'whereupon Frank dropped his ass lower allowing my wife to force her tongue into his yap. She purred as she did so, her fingers working even more frantically at her clit.
This continued for a few seconds before Frank suggested that the tv camera zoomed in on his ass. The golf hole was opening now like a flower revealing to my regard the brown mess within, which was just beginning to emerge.
‘ I want to shit in her backtalk !'urged Frank to the camera or rather the somebody behind it. ‘
‘ I'm working on it !'came Stacey's reply,'but not now - we have to concur, you know that. Now stop spoiling the action and get your ass over those tits.
dog complied shifting office and allowing the camera to soar in even closer. His asshole was now fully distended and the emerging log had reached its widest spot. Slowly, very slowly, its progress retarded no dubiety by Frank's deliberate squeezing of his sphincter, the shit log slipped out. About 6 inches had emerged before it finally broke and dropped onto Ellen's left breast, smearing it with brown guck. I could hear moans from her pharynx - she was cumming ! More squeezed out, this clip dropping onto her redress breast. wienerwurst continued to push as idle brownness shit fell onto Ellens'chest.
Finally finished Frank stood up, leaving only Ellen, who removed her hand from her bitch and brought it up to the mess on her tits and, scooping some in her fingers, directed them back down to her cunt and began to smear it all over her sassing - simultaneously it seemed bringing herself back to sexual climax !
‘ Filthy fuckin'slattern were the final words I heard before the picture abruptly stopped. No end credits. It just finished. Finished though with a still barb of Ellen's shit smothered tits and her face with a satisfied, contented smile on its brim.

Even more worrying than the whole scenario I had just watched though, was the replete erection that I was now sporting. I had actually enjoyed the net scene. And as I began to bear on my own hired man into my knickers preparing to jack off, a new moving-picture show began on the covert ! !