NOTE: This is the tenth part of the Ballad of Emily Jeffers, a seemingly naive and clueless woman for whom sex comes naturally, and sexual manipulation by others is her entire life. It's a story, and as such all characters are fictitious. Even so, those fictitious characters are all 18 years old and older.
I found out later the cushion in the back of the pickup Mrs. Eaton was knelt down on was a dog bed Bobby had found for a couple of bucks at the Salvation Army thrift store. It and the collar and leash were things Mrs. Eaton would become very familiar with in the months to come. She was Bobby's and Benny's fuck bitch and they made sure their mother was always in heat and always on a leash. I shuddered to think what her sons were gonna to do to her. And I also got hard thinking what her sons were gonna do to her.
Although I'd only known her just over a month, life without Mrs. Eaton was somehow very empty -- for me and Ms. Jeffers. The young whore had witnessed Mrs. Eaton leavin' naked in the open back of a pickup truck and she felt sad and sorry. I went in to work and reported to Mr. Harper, voicin' my concerns about the probable depraved treatment Mrs. Eaton was in for, and even my concern about violence bein' inflicted upon her.
"I understand where you're comin' from, Lawton," Mr. Harper said. "I surely do. She's beautiful, she's like everybody's mom. She laughs, she cries, she shows concern. I understand all that, son. But at the end of the day -- at the end of every day -- she's just a whore. She's somethin' to dump cum in. Bad stuff happens to whores. It goes with the territory. Maybe she should of thought of that before she went down that road."
"But sir, Doc Egerton doped her up and manipulated her and turned her into a whore, the way I understand it," I said. "All I'm sayin' is have a talk to Mr. Eaton and ask him to keep an eye on things so they don't get out of hand. They have her wearin' a dog collar, she's eatin' out of a dog food bowl, sleepin' on a dog bed inside a dog cage. That can't be right."
Harper looked surprised.
"I didn't know all that son," he said, refferin' to the dog bed and cage. "I'll find out from Bob what the situation is, you can rest assured. But if they want her eatin' off the floor, that ain't really hurtin' her none. Nor is a dog collar and leash. Her bein' a whore, well, that's almost expected. She's got to be kept in line and reminded of her low place in the social order. Whores is things what you use, son. You know that. And sometimes they get used up 'til they ain't no use no more. But tell you what, I got to go over and look at the final renovations this afternoon. I'll take a look at how they got Mary situated and get back to you."
I waited all the rest of the day thinkin' of nothin' else. When he finally came back from his inspection, just before the bank closed for the day, it was easy to tell he'd fucked her, not just from the look on his face, but I could smell her pussy on him. And truth be told I know he fucked her more than once. I had no problem with that, that bein' what she was meant for.
"I done pumped a couple loads in her, Lawton," he confirmed. "She was wet and horny and bucked and thrusted and sucked like she was in heaven. She weren't the worse for wear and she'd already been done a couple times by her boys. Doc was there to make an assessment and drop off a bag full of vitamins. He was slippin' into her as I was leavin' and she was still moanin' and groanin' and screamin' for his cock."
Then Mr. Harper got serious.
"She's beenin' looked after okay, Lawton," he said, not meetin' my eye. "Nothin' to worry about. Bob's gonna keep an eye on things. Now, don't expect it will be all rosy for Mary. She's got to be used hard in order for them boys to make a few bucks, as is their due. She's more than bare foot in the kitchen, Lawton, she's bare ass in the bedroom and bare cunt anywhere them boys want her."
"Any chance we could maybe strike some kind of deal with her boys and get her back," I asked, kind of offhand.
"I'll think on it, Lawton," he said. "But those boys are pretty intent on doin' their mother, and they's another Eaton boy on his way to 18, so I suspect they'll want her around for a while. We run her as a whore, but her own sons are keepin' her as their own sex meat -- and whorin' her out. Not nothin' we can do about it. But I'll make Bobby an offer of some sort a few months down the road, maybe they'll be tired of her by then. Whores get old fast."
It was the best I could hope for. And because Mrs. Eaton's body was still worth a lot of money, I suspected he'd keep his word.
"For now, those boys need their fun and they need an income," he said. "And their mother is gonna provide both. We both know how much fun you can have with Mary Eaton's body, Lawton. Awful hard to give that up and I suspect you're the one knows that better than anyone. I know you rode her plenty. Anybody woulda. Hell, her pussy's the center of the universe once you're thrust up inside it. We do get her back, I've a mind to knock her up and have some real fun with her."
The next weeks and months seemed sort of hollow without Mrs. Eaton. Even when Millie Tanner started whorin' out of my apartment, and I got to ride her almost any time I wanted, it felt like somethin' was missin'. Ms. Jeffers felt it too, although she was kept busier than ever, doin' a couple extra cocks a day and bein' rented out from time to time for parties and functions down at the lodge.
"I done talked to Michael Johnson, Lawton," Mrs. Tanner said one evenin' between clients. She was easily handlin' five cocks an evenin' three times a week, takin' to bein' a whore like ducks to water. In fact Michael Johnson was fuckin' Mrs. Tanner from time to time now.
This day it was maybe a month after Mrs. Eaton left. "He done Mrs. Eaton last week and I asked about her. The boy has a hard-on for that woman, and a bit of a sadistic streak. Said Mary got her nipples pierced and got rings in them and chains attached and her boys lead her around with them. Put her to bed in a dog cage and run a chain through them nipple rings and padlock her to the cage."
I was angry and rock hard at the same time. But that wasn't all.
Mrs. Tanner painted a picture of a depraved sex slut servin' her two boys and her husband Bob and his friends, includin' Mr. Harper, and sellin' her pussy out of the apartment seemingly any time day or night, and when she wasn't bein' used in one way or another she was kept locked up above the garage.
"Young Michael said she looked worn out," Mrs. Tanner said. "She cum a few times on his cock, and after they was done she told him she'd been takin' over to Haler City a couple of times, once servicin' cock out of a whore house, and once turnin' tricks on the street. Ten, twelve cocks a night, she said."
That also upset me, but what could I say? I'd taken her to Haler City and had her suckin' and fuckin' numerous times. Her workin' out of a whore house was nothin' new, and spendin' a night bein' a street whore? I'd made her give blowjobs in alleys and fuck strangers standin' bent over my car in a parkin' lot, all on the pretense it was part of her trainin' to be a whore. But truth be told, humiliatin' her and subjectin' her to depravity got me all turned on, despite what she went through.
