Frog by Claire Thompson Page A

held in her teeth.
    Robert pressed against her, unzipping his pants so he could free his ever hard cock. Because of her stiletto heels, he was at just the right height to fuck her from behind. Ripping aside the flimsy black fabric of her panties, he pressed a finger and then two into her cunt. Forcing the moisture with his skilled touch, he then put his cock at her entrance, and holding her, pushed his penis into her.
    As he rocked her, she kept her head pressed to the wall, her entire focus on the dollar bills. "Such a whore," he grunted, fucking her hard. "Just wants her money. Do anything for the money."
    To test her, Brenda called out, "What are you, frog?"
    "Your worthless cunt, ma'am," Jane intoned, her voice flat, just as Robert came inside of her. Brenda stood back, a bemused expression on her face. He might be fucking her, but the slave belonged to Brenda.
    ***
    Jane was on her hands and knees with her forehead touching the floor. Brenda was standing over her with a whip in her hand. Jane hadn't had any food or water for close to 24 hours. She felt so weak she could barely concentrate on what Brenda was saying to her. Robert leaned against one wall, watching the proceedings, looking almost bored. He perked up when Brenda said, "Ok, now, cunt. I'm going to make you perform for your supper." Jane perked up as well. Food! Please God, let the crazy people feed her; she was famished.
    Brenda went on, "If you follow everything I tell you to do to the letter, I'll let you eat and drink until you can't eat another thing. Now. The first thing you have to do is spread your asshole for us."
    Even as tired and hungry as she was, Jane felt a flush of embarrassment and anger at this absurd demand. But food! The promise of food! Reluctantly, but surely, she put her hands to her

    bottom and spread her own cheeks for her captors' amusement. Robert leaned in to see her degradation, his cock straining against his jeans. "Good slut," Brenda said, enjoying the thrill of total control over another human being.
    "And now, stick your finger up your nasty little asshole." As Jane obeyed, her face burning with shame, Brenda began her lecture about debasement. "You see, Robert. When they get properly trained, and when they get hungry enough, they are all the same. Pride is stripped away in the face of fear and survival. No one is immune. Not the strongest, bravest man," she dug a toe into Jane's bony side, "or the most stubborn little cunt.
    "What I'm really talking about here is being stripped of dignity. Stripped naked. It isn't just about being physically naked; it's about being emotionally bared – desecrated. It's an intensely powerful and intimate act. It's as if dignity were a shell or a wall, another defense, another barrier to intimacy and connection. You see, Robert," she went on, though he really wasn't listening, preferring to focus on the little tart fingering her own buttocks on the floor in front of him, "grace and composure and self-control are distancing devices, used to keep other people at bay. Jane here has no self-control left. No dignity. She is stripped bare. She is nothing but our frog, our slave, our piece of property to use or destroy as we wish. I'll prove it."
    Brenda pushed at Jane with her foot until Jane fell on her side. She leaned down, forcing Jane to focus on her face, on her words. "Open your mouth, bitch. I'm going to piss in it. When I'm done, I'll bring you a steak and home fries and a huge glass of cold water. I'll bring you apples and apricots and some pastry. But first, my piss. Go on, open wide."
    Jane opened her mouth. Her degradation was complete.

Chapter 5 – Sex – Promises and Threats
    Jane was standing in the middle of her room. What morning was it? She no longer knew what day it was, though she could see daylight through her window and a dark black sky at night. Sometimes the night sky was so breathtakingly beautiful she almost forgot where she was. It would be dotted with thousands of tiny