Inner Circle by Charles Arnold Read Free Book Online

please, I beg you...don’t,” Kathy croaked.
    “You ever have slaves?” Jane asked. Willy continued to run his hand over her ass.
    “No, no, never.”
    “You have someone come clean your fancy house?”
    “Yes, twice a week someone came.”
    “She black or white?”
    “Black, but...”
    Jane cut her off, “Then you got a slave. You don’t pay her enough to get by. She afraid to ask for more. She a slave.”
    “Please, don’t let them...don’t let the rats...I’ll do anything, give you anything..”
    “You be my slave for next hour. You do Willy, too. Then we clean you up so you can do the old man downstairs.”
    “Yes!” Kathy looked up pleading, “Oh, yes, Jane whatever you say. I...I’ll do you good, you and Willy. Anything you want. Please, oh please.”
    The skinny black woman put down the control and nodded at Willy. He unfastened the restraints that had held Kathy to the cage. When she was free, she tried to stand but her legs wouldn’t support her. She collapsed on the floor and sobbed with relief.
    The wire cage left dull red abrasions on Kathy’s body. The circles around her breasts were a deeper red but the skin wasn’t broken. Jane and Willy watched until Kathy stopped crying. Jane crossed to the narrow bed and climbed up on it. Sitting with her back against the frame, she motioned for Kathy to follow. Visibly shaken, Kathy crawled to the bed and kneeled beside it. Except for the collar and shoes, she was naked. Jane kicked off her own shoes and pulled her dress up over her hips. She parted her thin legs exposing a dark thatch of curly pubic hair. She spoke to Willy while pointing at Kathy, “Look at her. Last year she was the town’s snotty white princess living the good life in a big fancy house. She was married to a rich young lawyer.” Jane looked at Kathy frowning, “This lazy spoiled little bitch had black folks cleaning her toilets and doing her laundry.” Jane’s shrill voice had risen, “Now here’s the great Mrs. Ryan on her knees for us, wearin' nothing but a dog collar and fuck-me shoes.” She leaned toward Kathy, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, you gonna eat my pussy? You gonna ask Willy to shove his long black cock up your white ass?”
    Kathy glanced at the cage, then looked back at Jane. “Yes,” she said, her voice beginning to return.
    “Say it,” Jane demanded.
    “I’ll do what you tell me…eat your…your pussy.” Tears formed again. After a moment she said, “And…and…I’ll ask Willy to…to…fuck my ass.”
    Jane crooked a finger at her, “Come up here, honky bitch.” Kathy climbed onto the bed and knelt between the old woman’s bony legs. “Now,” Jane said, “get your head down here next to my cunt.” She touched her crotch, “Stick your ass up and shake it for Willy.” The scent of Jane’s dark vagina was strong. Willy had taken off his pants. He stood at the foot of the bed stroking his long stiff cock. Kathy wiggled her ass. Jane nodded, “That’s right, Mrs. Ryan. Now tell Willy what you want and say ‘please’.”
    Willy had climbed up behind Kathy. She lifted her head, “Miss Jane, without the KY he’ll tear me.”
    “Ain’t time for that. You want to lube him up, use your mouth.”
    As Kathy turned to face the young black man. His rigid cock swung back and forth like a smooth ebony club. “You gonna make it wet? You want to suck my dick?”
    Kathy looked up into his mocking face, “Yes, please,” she said. She placed her hands on his thighs and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.
    “That’s right,” Willy said, “the wetter you make it, easier it slide up your ass.” He held her head between his hands and forced her to take the length of his cock. After a few minutes, he stopped her and, still holding her head, made her look up at him. “You love suckin' black cock, don’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
    The tears spilled from her bright blue eyes; her moist lips glistened. “Yes, I…I…love to do it…love