Ensnared Tenants Ch 07

I would like to thank @kenjisato for proofreading and editing this chapter.

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Day 10

Jane woke up to someone calling her a whore. When her eyes finally focused on Mike, she tried to spring up, only to be held back by the leash tied to the headboard, making her choke. She scanned the room for John and Charles with a frightened expression on her face. Her cunt was still aching from the previous night's double penetration.

"Those two must've done a number on you for you to be this afraid!" Mike said, examining all the fresh bruises and marks that had been left on her body.

Jane was too traumatized to say anything.

Mike untied her and led her to the bathroom to do their usual routine. When he bent her over the toilet for the enema, Jane looked back to see whether or not he would treat her like a urinal just like his elder brother did, but was relieved when Mike performed the usual enema routine.

Jane brushed her teeth twice to get rid of all the stench the father and son had left in her mouth. It wasn't until Jane got into the warm shower that her anxiety subsided. She thoroughly washed herself, opposite to how Charles had rubbed her body with the sponge. Meanwhile, Mike was watching something on his phone.

Jane got out of the shower and dried herself, then she presented herself to Mike who promptly clipped the leash to her collar and led her to the bedroom.

She saw a shopping bag on her ruined marital bed. Mike spanked her ass and told her to take out everything. Jane obediently followed his instructions and poured the contents and laid them on the bed. It was a maid outfit, along with a couple of accessories. Mike nudged her again to put on the outfit.

Mike had not ordered her to do so, but Jane put on a sensual show for him, slowly putting on the outfit, making moves to accentuate her curves. She glanced at him, seeing a smirk on his face.

After she was done, Jane was wearing an erotic French maid outfit. The dress didn't have anything covering her breasts and the tightness of the corset made her tits stick out more. The skirt of the dress barely covered her ass and cunt, and bending even slightly put them on full display. The skirt also rubbed against her clit, and the piercing would occasionally get caught and tugged by the skirt, startling her from time to time, keeping her aroused. She wore a pair of high heels, awkwardly trying to keep her balance on her toes. A collar and a headband with dog ears adorned Jane's neck and head. There was one item still remaining on the bed that she hadn't put on yet, a foxtail butt plug.

Mike picked up the tail plug and dug his fingers into Jane's hair. Then he stood her sideways in front of the mirror, making her look at the reflection; the heels doing their job and giving Jane's legs a toned and sensual look. Mike took the tail plug, and Jane bit her lip in anticipation, as he kept teasing at her anal entrance, occasionally sliding it to her cunt to lube it with her juices. He gripped her head firmly, making sure she witnessed the moment, as he slowly pushed the tail into her ass. Jane gasped, as her ass swallowed the bulbous part of the plug, then Mike gave it a light tug making sure it wouldn't fall out of her well-used ass.

Then Mike stepped back to admire Jane in her complete outfit. Then he gave her a simple command.

"Dance."

"What--?"

"I said dance for me. Make it hot."

"I've nev--"

CRACK

Before Jane could finish speaking, Mike picked up a belt and cracked it loudly.

"Dance."

Jane gulped hard and started swinging her hips. The heels made it difficult for her to keep her balance, but that just made her swing her hips even more. Jane had been bound, raped, violated by Mike, but here she was burning in shame, dancing for him in an erotic outfit.

Mike stepped closer to Jane, then ordered her grind against him. She bit her lip again, and slowly backed towards him and began grinding against his hips. The tail stirred inside her ass, as it rubbed against Mike's concealed erection, arousing Jane against her will. Mike was recording everything on his phone. She glanced at the mirror to see a disgraced wife in a slutty outfit sensually grinding against her rapist.

Mike put away his phone and grabbed Jane's arms, twisting them behind her back before cuffing them. Then he pulled her hair to expose her neck to clip the leash to her collar.

"Let's put you to work, shall we?"

Jane thought he would make her clean up her house in that outfit, but Mike led Jane towards the door, she struggled to walk in those heels and his quick pace was making it more difficult for her. Just when they reached the door, Jane didn't take another step.

"No, please! Don't take me outside like this!"

"What? I'm just taking you to our floor. Or do you want to take a walk outside, huh? Get some fresh air?"

Their doors opened to balconies and the stairs were mostly open as well. It was morning, and she knew people would be out and about. And some of the neighbors' buildings were taller than their apartment, so anyone could get a look at what was happening. But it was nothing compared to being paraded around in a slut outfit, she thought people would assume that she was cheating behind her husband's back, rather than being forced into the situation.

Jane immediately shook her head and stepped closer to Mike, indicating her anxiousness to get this over with. Then with a smirk on his face, Mike opened the door and led Jane out by the leash.

Jane saw some movement in the corner of her eye, but she was so afraid of catching someone's eyes that she didn't look around and kept her eyes trained at her Master's feet, as she followed him to his floor, hoping no one saw them.

When Mike opened the door to his apartment, Jane tried to scurry inside, but was stopped by him. She immediately started sweating. Every second of being outside increased her chances of being caught by someone.

"Get on your knees."

Jane obeyed the command in a split second, thinking he'd make her crawl on her knees inside. But there was more...

"After your husband and daughter leave, you will put on this outfit, and make your way to my door. Then you will ring the bell and kneel just like you are now with your hands behind your back and a leash attached to your collar."

She nodded as he spoke, her heart beating faster with each passing second.

"When I, or whoever, opens the door, you will declare 'Whore wife is at your service.' Now let me hear you say it."

Jane glanced around a bit before speaking barely above whispering.

"Whore wife--"

SLAP

Before she could finish her declaration, Mike slapped her across the face.

"LOUDER!"

With tears in her eyes, and a fresh handprint on her cheek, Jane spoke at a normal conversation level.

"Whore wife is a--" She flinched when Mike raised his hand to hit her, but the slap didn't connect, then she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.

"Maybe this will clear your mind."

Then in a split second, Mike entered the house and closed the door behind him, jamming the leash in the door. Jane immediately panicked and began pulling on her leash. But with her hands cuffed behind her back, she had no means to unclip the leash from the collar. And the leash was jammed so low and short that she couldn't stand or use her legs to exert more force. She began crying and begging for another chance, but the door didn't open for a solid two minutes that felt like hours for the helpless wife.

The moment the door opened, Jane began her declaration.

"WHORE WIFE IS AT YOUR SERVICE, MASTER! WHORE WIFE IS AT YOUR SERVICE, MASTER!"

"Good girl."

Mike patted her head, he had a cunning smile on his face, knowing she wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Then he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Jane stared at his cock, mortified that he was willing to risk it this much, but she didn't protest, fearing the unforeseen consequences. And began sucking his cock in broad daylight.

After Mike got rock hard, he pulled her head away from his cock and led her inside by the leash. Jane felt relieved to be back inside the privacy of the house.

Mike led her to his bedroom and faced her towards the mirror then got behind her. He made her look in the mirror as he groped her from behind and played with her piercings. Jane screamed when he yanked the tail plug out of her ass and and shoved his cock in its place and begin to fuck her from behind.

Jane looked into the eyes of her Master in the mirror, as he made her witness her own humiliating rape; a part of her thought she deserved it for cheating on her husband, and another part of her was begging for the pleasure that the pain brought.

As her orgasm rapidly approached she closed her eyes, trying to savor the day's first orgasm, but it was denied when Mike pulled out of her ass and plugged it back with the tail.

"You have to earn it." Mike just said it simply, and led her to the storage room.

He unfastened her wrists from behind her back, then linked each of the cuffs to her respective nipple rings with a short chain. The chains were barely long enough that she could only keep her hands at a right angle to her body at max. But it did give her enough freedom of movement for what was to come next. Mike handed her a mop and a bucket, and ordered her to start cleaning the house.

Jane hesitated for a moment. "I can't do this," Jane said, embarrassingly.

"After all the filthy things you have done in the past few days, this is something you won't do?" Mike mocked her. "You are a housewife, aren't you? Now you will be a housewhore."

Jane had been called many obscene names in the past week, but somehow, being called a 'housewhore' filled her with disgust.

"You know what? Remember what you are supposed to say when you are kneeling at my door? 'Whore wife is at your service'. Change that to 'Housewhore is at your service'; sounds much better, doesn't it?" Mike chuckled a little. "Go on, try saying it."

Jane clutched the mop handle tightly, her wedding ring glinting in the light. The words felt too heavy to utter, but she mustered some courage and finally made the declaration.

"Housewhore is at your service, Master!" Her teary eyes were glued to the ground. Her cunt twitched a little.

"Good girl!" Mike patted her head. "See, that wasn't so hard. Now go on, clean the house."

"Yes, Master," she said submissively, and began mopping and cleaning the house.

Even the simple task of cleaning the house wasn't so simple for Jane. The slutty maid outfit made her feel even more exposed than being naked. The skirt constantly rubbing and pulling her clit ring made it impossible for her to not get aroused, but it was not enough for her to get off. She would yelp from time to time when she'd misjudged how far her arms could stretch and would end up yanking her pierced nipples.

Meanwhile, Mike was playing some hardcore porn on the TV and fiddling with his phone. Jane couldn't help but wonder if he was going to play out any of those obscene scenes with her.

Mike called Jane and ordered her to kneel and to get him warmed up.

She obeyed without hesitation. She put the mop and bucket aside, near the coffee table, and knelt between Mike's legs. With her wrists still linked to her nipple piercings, she couldn't put her hands any lower. That posture, along with the dog-themed accessories like the collar, the tail plug and the puppy ears on her, really made her look like a bitch eager for her treat.

Mike took a picture on his phone. Then Jane crawled on her knees towards her Master's crotch and began undoing his pants.

Once his cock was free, Mike grabbed Jane by the hair and yanked her away for a moment. He unclipped the wrist cuffs from the chains linked to her nipples and attached them behind her back, leaving the chains dangling from her pierced nipples. Then he relaxed and ordered her to get him hard.

Jane began working on his cock, bobbing her head, taking as much of his cock as she could, then licking the rest of the length and his balls. The dangling chains swung wildly as she fellated her Master, which relentlessly pulling at her nipples, making her moan and whimper with his cock in her mouth.

Mike grabbed her head and forced her to take his entire length. Jane barely had a second to relax her jaws for the deepthroat, or to take a deep breath as he pushed his cock all the way to the back of her mouth. At first, she was still, but as her lungs started demanding more oxygen, she began to struggle. The chains swung even more wildly. Jane begged with her eyes, but Mike held firm, using his other hand to feel the bulge in her throat.

After a good minute, Mike let go of her head and Jane sprang away from his cock, gasping for air, her mouth drooling the mix of her spit and his pre-cum. With his cock slick and lubed, Mike got up and pushed her face into the couch. She was still catching her breath and let her head collapse on the warm and wet seat that he was just sitting on. There was some rustling and moving sounds, but Jane didn't bother taking a look and waited patiently to getting fucked.

Jane grunted when Mike spanked then spread her ass cheeks, and unceremoniously pulled the tail plug out. She braced herself for her Master, her cunt twitched in anticipation. So when she felt something cold and hard probing her entrance, she snapped her head back and saw Mike lining up the handle of the mop.

"Wait! Not that!!! Give me your cock, please, Master!" Jane could not believe what she was saying, how she was begging for his cock.

"Shut it, bitch! You will take whatever I give you," Mike barked back, and spanked her ass a few times.

Jane groaned, as Mike slowly pushed the textured plastic handle inside of her. She had been raped with dildos before, and while they were hard, they were also flexible and had a certain give to them. But the hard, molded handle of the mop didn't provide any relief for her. She could feel the contours of the ribbed top that made it easier to use the mop, slowly making its way inside her; forcing her passage to straighten more and more, as she was getting impaled.

Jane screamed into the couch cushion and thrashed a little when the handle hit her cervix. Then satisfied with the impalement, Mike jammed the other end of the mop under the coffee table, making sure her aching cunt could not squeeze it out, even if she tried. Her juices were already dripping down the handle and any little movement made her feel like the handle would rip right through her. Mike tapped the mop, and Jane felt the vibrations right down to her soul.

"Such a dirty bitch! Getting wet from being fucked with a mop!" Mike mocked her, followed by a hard smack on her ass. Then he positioned himself behind her and lined his cock at her anal entrance.

Jane groaned into the cushion, as Mike's cock creeped inside her. She could feel her thin walls being pinched between her Master's organic cock and his inorganic mop. She could feel his cock rubbing against its contours as he began to ramp up his pace pounding her ass. Jane hadn't felt a sensation like this, ever. The handle slammed at her cervix with each of Mike's hard thrusts, threatening a painful intrusion. The nipple chains jangled and swung wildly. It didn't take long for Jane to have an orgasm from such a strange double penetration.

Even as she moaned and writhed in her climax, Mike continued to pound Jane hard. Holding the back of her neck and pinning her face into the couch, with loud grunts of his own, his cock pumped her full of his cum.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Mike pulled out of Jane's ass and some of the cum leaked on the handle of the mop. He adjusted the coffee table and pulled the mop out of her abused cunt, getting some cum on his hand. Jane whimpered as he did so. Then he grabbed her by the hair and made her kneel, back straight.

Jane looked at Mike, with a hint of resilience, knowing what he'd make her do next. Mike took the mop and pushed the glistening handle on her lips. Their eyes were locked on each other's as he made her lick the handle clean. Then he discarded the mop to the side, slapped her cheek with his hand, and then made her lick his hand clean as well. Next, he bent her down and made her lick any of the cum off the floor.

Mike made sure Jane licked every last drop of his cum before he pulled her head up and stared straight into her soul.

She gulped hard, then weakly mouthed, "Thank you, Master."

Mike smiled a little before letting go of her head, and then unclipped her wrists from behind her back only to reclip them to the chains once again and ordered her to finish cleaning the house.

Just as Jane finished cleaning, the doorbell chimed.

"Oh! It must be the food that I ordered," Mike mentioned. "Go and get it!"

Jane was dumbstruck at the order. "But..." 'How could I do that in such an outfit?' she finished the rest of her thoughts inside her head.

"But what? It's already paid for," Mike inquired. He already knew why she was hesitating and was testing her.

"Nothing..." said Jane, who was burning with shame and humiliation already, as she dismissed her own plea, knowing any favour or relief that Mike would grant then, would be compensated with hefty interest later.

She slowly made her way to the door, and opened it just a bit, peeking around it, making sure to hide most of herself behind the door.

When the delivery boy saw a MILF with puppy ears, collar and with slightly disheveled hair carefully peeking from behind the door, he was already turning red from excitement. He caught himself staring at her, when Jane snapped him out of it.

"You can leave it by the door, thank you." Her voice was low and quick, wanting to get this over with quickly.

"Uh... it's... it's bad manners to leave food on the ground... ma'am," the delivery boy somehow managed to say.

'Ma'am' echoed in Jane's mind; it was the first time in the past couple of days that someone spoke to her with any respect. "It's okay, I don't mind."

'If only you knew how I had been fed these past couple of days,' Jane thought to herself.

The boy was beginning to sweat by then. "No, ma'am, I insist..."

"WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG!!!!" Mike's voice boomed from inside the house, startling both Jane and the delivery boy.

Jane didn't want Mike to come over here and make matters worse. "Fine, hand it to me." She pressed against the door to extend her chained left hand as much as she could, while still hiding behind the door.

As the boy was handing her the parcel, he was focused on the wrist cuff and the chain attached to it, wondering where it was linked to. But, fortunately for him, and unfortunately for Jane, his question was soon answered.

The boy was so lost in her presence that he fumbled handing over the parcel and both he and Jane reflexively sprang to catch it. They both caught it together, but when the boy looked up at Jane, he saw she was in a completely topless maid outfit, with both of her wrists chained to her nipples. Her lower half was still hidden behind the door, but that was enough for him to be transfixed on her.

Jane saw the boy staring at her, and then she realized that she had exposed herself. She quickly shut the door on his face. The boy was gonna ask for a tip, but the sight he saw was more than enough for him to leave with a smile on his face.

Back inside, Jane placed the parcel on the table, and began preparing to set the table, still thinking about what had just happened. She snapped out of it when Mike ordered her to set only one plate, for himself. Jane was getting hungry, but knew better than to question her Master.

Then Mike, who was still watching TV on the couch, ordered Jane to bring the food to him. When she got to him with plate in hand, Mike simply ordered, "Kneel."