The Degradation of Shelby Ann by Emma Cole

Prologue

Shelby

"Itold you not to run. I took it easy on you before. Now, lick her. I'll stop when she comes."

Despite trembling with fear, I still turned my shocked gaze to my husband's cruel one as I tried to cover my nude form from the two women who climbed onto the bed. They moved into position in a well-rehearsed routine that caused fury to cut through me. How long has this been going on? Too busy staring at them while one lay on her back, legs splayed out to put her smooth pussy in front of me while the other straddled her face, I didn't notice Winston taking his belt off. But I sure noticed the lick of fire across my hip, and yelped in pain and surprise.

"Get your face in there. Now." His tone warned me to comply as much as the second strike that came almost on top of the first did. My head bowed to the task—he knew I'd do most anything to avoid the agony of a belting.

Revulsion churned in my stomach when the heat of her flesh and musky female scent hit my nose. Screwing my eyes shut, I stuck my tongue out, tentatively touching it to the soft petals of skin. It was clean, but it was not an idea I'd ever entertained, and I tried to think of anything but what I had to do. A rough finger prodded at my own dry entrance, forcing its way in a small bit before retreating while my mouth worked at its first attempt to eat pussy. My pace picked up as the steady hits came, not as hard as before but still enough to sting like the devil.

I must have been doing something right because the woman's hips started bucking up to cut my air off at intervals, and her nether lips became slick with her arousal. The belt stopped only for the finger to return again to rub at my slit.

"You're not wet, slut. I thought you wanted me to come to you for my needs?" Terror at what he might do in retaliation coursed through me, making my skin flush with heat, then prickle with cold. He always made me regret every word out of my mouth, twisting them to lay the blame at my own feet for whatever fit his agenda.

"I'm sorry," I croaked, but the whisper probably didn't even reach him with my face buried as it was.

"No matter, I can make you like it. Just like I do with the other whores who refuse to obey." He moved away, and a moment later, the rattle of a pill bottle reached my ears. "Reach back and spread your cheeks." With a whimper, I slowly complied, fully expecting to get his dick in my ass. Instead, he commanded me to push out, causing my face to burn in mortification. As soon as I managed it, fingers held me open while another pushed in a small jagged object followed with the instruction to relax. The finger wriggled its way into my dry rectum, burying deep beside it before retreating. He repeated the uncomfortable process again and again until four of the hard bits were buried in me. "That should start working soon enough. Next time you want to be my slut, I'll have the girls clean you out first to give you a good reaming. I know how you feel about sucking on a dick after it's been in a dirty hole, and yours, my dear, is filthy."

Tears of embarrassment welled in my eyes as he went into the adjoining bathroom to wash his hands. The promise of a future punishment already in place made me question a whole new avenue of escape. A permanent one—no one could live like this. The water shut off, and my pulse skyrocketed. I hadn't made the woman orgasm yet, and the unexpected reprieve from the lashes had me resuming my task with gusto in an attempt to thwart his ire. I should have known it wouldn't matter what I did; he was never satisfied until I was in a broken heap, whether it be emotional, physical, or his favorite— a combination of the two. The other woman, riding the face of the one I was servicing, started moaning, and I flicked my gaze up to watch as my tongue continued to work. The woman on top ground down, smothering the one below as she cried out with her own release.

"See, Shelby?" Winston started as he came back up behind me. "Sasha knows how to give good head. You take Marigold's place, but lean down and keep working at it. I want you to watch and learn what you asked for when you tried to betray me."

Limbs jerky with my movements, I crawled up the bed and turned around to settle over the woman with a knee on either side of her head. Sasha didn't even wipe the cum off her face before pulling my hips down to attack my pussy, while I leaned forward until I was on all fours so I could reach hers. I was slower to resume my task, but Winston didn't notice, being he was busy burying his dick in Marigold from behind. With the squelching slap of skin and the sly smile she gave me, I assumed he wasn't in her ass.

To my confusion, I began to enjoy the sensations elicited between my legs, and soon enough, I was in a detached haze, not caring about my situation. My body relaxed into the movements, a moan escaping my lips while my hips worked to get closer to the tongue underneath me. Sasha met my motions with her own, her legs stiffening, and I watched her empty hole clench on nothing as she came.

"There's my dirty slut. I knew you'd enjoy it." Winston's voice prompted my heavy eyelids to lift in an attempt to focus on him. "A little bit of Molly plugging always helps. Sasha, give her the gift in the drawer." He never stopped his steady thrusts into Marigold as he waited for his demand to be met.

Sasha patted my hip, and when I didn't immediately lift up, she pushed me to the side until I lost my balance and fell over, allowing her to roll across the bed to get to the nightstand next to it. The abrupt motion gave me vertigo, making my stomach turn briefly before it settled and then the euphoria returned. Sasha came back with a thick, tapered, clear glass rod to resume her position, and I reluctantly and clumsily climbed back over her. She didn't waste any time giving me my 'present', the dildo was cold as she twisted it between my legs, wetting the tip of it in my arousal. The burn of its entrance stretching my inner walls penetrated my fog and continued until it was fully seated, hitting the end of me deep inside.

"Give it to her hard." My pleading gaze met my husband's hard one as he delivered his order. "I want to hear her scream when she comes." Sasha immediately pulled the glass nearly all the way out just to ram it back in. I hadn't anticipated the pain of that unforgiving tip coming to an abrupt halt when it bottomed out with such force behind it, and Winston got his first scream.

Sasha bent her head to tongue and suck at my clit while she kept up the destruction inside my channel. Despite the pain and humiliating situation, I'd already been close enough to completion, and that, paired with whatever he'd given me, kept my unwilling arousal going.

"You'd better get off before I do, Shelby, or that's going in your ass next." The mixed sensations of fear, lust, and stimulation pushed me over the edge into a blinding climax. My throat hurt from the drawn out wail of pleasure and pain colliding in my body. "That's a good girl," he praised before he addressed the woman he was fucking. "Marigold, open my hole."

I watched, still hunched in pain after my orgasm, as the woman lowered her face into the bed sheets and used her hands to part her ass cheeks. "Get over here, slut, and watch." Sasha started to move, but Winston shook his head. "Not you, her." I struggled into position, leaving the dildo where it lay after slipping out, glistening with streaks of blood and cum. When my focus was centered on the gaping anus with the pink insides showing, Winston pulled his thick erection from her pussy.

It was slick and shiny, wet with Marigold's juices. He teased her rear hole with the head of his dick, pushing until the crown was nearly swallowed only to retreat again. Each time, he pressed in just a little further until half his length was disappearing with each thrust and Marigold's dark tunnel was revealed bit by bit. "See, that's a clean hole. My girls know how I like it." Despite my detachment to the situation, it still stung that I'd never really been his girl, his dishonesty had trapped me in his web of depravity with no way out. A sharp tap to my face brought me out of my wandering thoughts. "Pay attention, slut." Abruptly, he plunged in, seating himself fully, before pulling back to repeat the motion, and other than her rapid breaths, the woman never moved away or complained about the lack of adequate lubricant.

Winston, appearing at the end of his patience, railed her swift and hard until he bit his lip and pulled out. Furiously jacking himself inches from my face, I prepared for him to ejaculate on it, but what he did was so much worse. He put just the tip back into her stretched hole and let loose with a grunt before demanding, "Clean it up, slut."

My gaze fixed in horror directly at the puddle of cum that sat at the opening, a bit dripping toward her pussy. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. But Sasha, she had no issue eagerly licking and sucking at his waning erection while he stared me down. When my first knee slid back in an attempt to escape, Winston gripped a handful of my hair to jerk me face first into Marigold's well-used ass. "Clean it up—or I'll let the guards have a go at your holes while she sits on your face with your tongue up her ass."

Sobbing and too afraid to call his bluff, I opened my mouth to press my lips around the puffy, abused ring and began to lick. When I could work my tongue no further, Winston pulled me back to check my work.

"It'll do. Now, go shower. You're a mess. Don't forget, we have dinner with my father in the city at eight."

Not one of us moved until the door clicked shut behind him. Thoughts chased each other in my mind as I trembled on the soiled bed while studiously ignoring the women as they finally began to dress and left the room. But the loudest one?

How is this my life? Only silence reigned instead of any snarky comeback from the voice that usually ran rampant in my head. Where did you go?! Please, don’t leave me alone here! But still… nothing. She hadn’t been much, and I’d hated her interference, yet the emptiness and solitude was worse. Now I was trapped in my own nightmare, all alone with nowhere to turn.

This was my life now.