Many people feel an overwhelming attraction to other memebers of their own family. When suppressed, this attraction often leads to agonizing emotional troubles. When expressed, this stigma sometimes means feeling of guilt and shame that are almost impossible to overcome. Indeed, incest is a subject that has been shunned by society from the earliest memories of man.
Those of us who have these unfulfilled desires are often driven to torment over our needs. These desires have driven people even to the brink of insanity-or worse.
A FAMILY WHIPPED AND CHAINED is the story of a woman and her family who are forced by their desires to come to grips with turbulent emotions. What happens to them when they confront these emotions together reveals their ability to be honest with themselves and to be unafraid of their own inner feelings.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Melissa screamed as the loop of rope cinched tightly around her small wrists. A wiry young boy dressed in ragged overalls threw the loose end of the rope over a barn rafter and yanked down, jerking the little blonde girl's arms high over her head.
"Calvin!" she cried. "Let me go!"
The boy winced and gave the rope another hard yank, lifting Melissa until her toes barely touched the dusty barn floor.
"You call me Cal from now on," he snarled. "I'm no singing chipmunk, and this sure ain't a TV cartoon show!"
"All right, Cal!" she said, gritting her teeth. "You let me go right now, or you'll be in big trouble!"
He gave a snort of angry laughter and yanked on the rope again.
"I'm in trouble already," he said. "You told the teacher that me and Cody was smoking cigarettes behind the baseball backstop."
Melissa's toes left the floor. Her arms strained and her flesh burned beneath the tight rope.
Cal laughed as she began to turn slowly like meat on a spit, dangling helplessly at the end of the rope.
"What a stupid little bitch," Cal growled in contempt.
"You're going to be in a lot worse trouble if you don't let me go!" Melissa sobbed, tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. "My father will call the sheriff! He knows him personally! They'll lock you up and throw the key away!"
Cal's brother Cody stood back, a worried look forming on his freckled face.
"Jeez, Cal-maybe we should let her go."
"No way, little brother! Not till we're stripped her naked and relieved our cocks." Cal was older by a year, the more daring, and the leader of the mischievous pair.
"Wh-what do you mean, relieved your cocks?" Melissa asked with a shiver of fear.
"You'll see," Cal said. "You'll see real soon!"
He laughed wickedly and knotted the loose end of the rope to a rough-hewn timber in the drafty old barn which was on their family farm.
Cal and Cody were both farm boys from a family that had to struggle just to make ends meet. Melissa Brandon lived just down the road, but she came from a different world.
Her father was president of a big chemical company and raised race horses as a hobby. Vance Brandon was surely the richest, and probably the most powerful man in Clay County. His daughter wasn't kidding when she said her daddy could get the boys in real trouble.
But Cal was too angry to think much about that. He had a case of the hots for little Melissa. Cal and his brother Cody were what she and her rich friends called dirt farmers.
Cal walked back from the timber where the rope was tied and glared at her, lips curling into a wicked lewd grin. Then slowly he slid a hand down to unbutton his fly.
Melissa's face paled despite the sharp pain flowing down from her outstretched arms. The pretty, pampered little blonde was a virgin. The simmering sex juices of maturity had just started to course through her veins.
Alone in her room at night she often teased and twiddled her tiny clit, a tender bundle of nerve ends no bigger than a shirt button. She also liked to fondle her budding young tits and twirl her tingling nipples until she climaxed in rapture.
She'd become quite expert at jacking off and fantasized about having real sex with some great-looking guy. But Melissa liked teasing boys and was in no hurry to pick the one she wanted to start fucking with.
Since her lithe young body had first started to ripen, guys from all over Clay County had been chasing after her.
The McCanlon boys weren't even considered. She wanted someone older, richer and wiser. Now Melissa shuddered, swaying at the end of her rope, realizing that what she wanted did not matter anymore. Cal McCanlon was pulling eight inches of throbbing cock through the fly of his ragged overalls.
"You been thinkin' I'm not good enough for you," he said. "Well look at this, baby! Any of them guys you hang out with at the country club ever give you this much?"
"Ungh, no!" Melissa moaned, writhing with pain and shivering in disgust. "Nobody's given me anything! I'm a virgin!"
"No shit?" Cal asked, genuinely surprised. "Cody and me thought you'd been plugged lots of times. You got all them rich older guys sniffing after your cunt all the time. We thought sure at least one a them got his cock into you by now."
"Maybe the whole damn bunch," Cody said. "Never! Not one!"
Melissa winced and sobbed, dropping her head so she would not be tempted to look at the hideous, but still strangely fascinating cock Cal McCanlon stroked hard in his gnarled hand.
"God damn," he said to Cody. "She's still cherry. One of us could be first to rip into her tight little cunt. Show her what you got, Cody. Then we'll let her pick the cock she wants to fuck her first."
"No, please! I don't want to look at either of you."
"Aaawww, shit," Cody said. "Don't you want a big one? My cock's an inch longer than his. I ain't Cal's little brother in all ways."
Melissa kept sobbing, her eyes clamped tightly shut. She shook her pretty blonde head in despair.
"If she ain't gonna pick, I guess we'll have to decide some other way," Cal said.
"How about a high pissing contest?" Cody asked. That was something they often did out in back of the barn when they had to take a piss, strain to see who could spray a mark highest on the wall.
"Sure enough, little brother! The way I gotta piss right now, I could shoot a stream clear over the top of her head."
"We'll see," Cody said doubtfully. "Right now I'm gonna wet her pussy."
The younger boy pissed a yellow stream that splattered the front of Melissa's short skirt. The wet heat soaked through to her panties and then through to her skin.
"Aaagggh!" she groaned, jerking and twisting, starting to sway in an arc.
"Kinda hard to hit a moving target," Cal said with a shrug, "but here goes!"
He strained and pissed higher, splattering hot, foul smelling piss on the front of her frilly white blouse.
The stinking yellow stain molded the cloth to her tits, cupcake-size cones so trim and firm that her nipples seemed to thrust toward her chin. Melissa writhed and squirmed, screaming in horror as piss drenched her clothes.
Cal angled his cock higher and sprayed her face, mixing his rank yellow piss with her bright salty tears. Melissa sputtered and started to scream, but then caught the foul taste of piss and clamped her mouth tightly shut.
"First time I seen her with nothing nasty to say about us dirt farmers," Cal said. He kept pissing high, drenching Melissa's long blonde hair as the twirling rope turned her back toward w him.
Cody strained as his stream of piss weakened but he could not shoot higher than the tip of her quivering chin. Melissa shuddered and moaned. She felt sick to her stomach when forced to give up holding her breath and suck in the stench of their hot piss.
"I guess you get to go first," Cody said with a shrug.
"Yeah, boy-and I can't wait to see this little bitch naked!" Cal came forward with his drained cock still hanging out. He snagged a hand in the front of Melissa's drenched blouse and yanked down.
Coarse rope chafed her bound wrists and sent fiery shocks of pain racing down both arms. She sobbed and squirmed in seething disgust. Cal ripped her blouse wide open then reached around her back and broke the clasp of her lacy white bra.
"Oooh, no!" the girl wailed as her perky little tits burst free.
"Well," Cal; said, prolonging the word. "If I'm gonna be locked up, it ain't gonna be for pissing on you, bitch! I'm gonna bloody your cherry cunt. Then Cody's gonna fuck you while I ream your ass. And then you're gonna get down on your knees and suck both our dirty cocks!'
Cal laughed at Melissa's sick look of fear and cringing horror. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her skirt and yanked down, ripping it off. Then Cal snagged a hand in her silky white panties and gave another cruel yank.
Melissa made a wrenching motion, trying to drop her hands to cover her naked pussy-mound. The trim, supple little dome was just starting to sprout hair.
Cody stared at her naked, lightly frizzed cunt.
"Please," Melissa begged him. "Don't fuck me. Let me go now and I won't tell anyone what you've done to me."
"Hhhmmm," Cal said thoughtfully. "You won't tell that I felt your little tits?"
He clamped his hands on her jutting tits and kneaded them roughly.
"Aaaggghhh! No, I won't tell if you stop right now!"
"What if I wiggle a finger into your cunt?"
"Hunnngh! All right, as long as you don't really fuck me!"
"What if I was to stick my finger up your ass?" Cody chimed in.
"Nungh, that would be awful! B-b-but I won't tell. Not if I'm still a virgin when you let me go."
"Gonna be hard to do that," Cal said. "The way your slinky little cunt squiggles and squirms around my finger makes me want to ram my cock in."
"N-n-no, please! Unnnhhh! Ohhhh, my God! You're making me cum!"
Cal's cunt-teasing finger made her go wild.
Cody flashed an excited smile and reached between her legs. He wet his long middle finger with honey Cal had stirred from her clenching pussy-slit.
"Yeee-yowwww! Ungh!" Melissa wrenched and moaned, caught between two thrusting fingers, one in her heated wet cunt, the other deep in her tight little ass.
Exquisite shocks of lewd pleasure jangled her nerves, fanning out to her fingers and toes. She hated the boys and what they were doing, but that did not stop her instinctive responses.
Wild twisting and jerking in the spasms of climax ground the rough rope deeper into her delicate wrists. Thin trickles of blood started to wind down her raised arms, but Melissa was too deep in climax to feel the pain.
A full minute passed in mind-blanking spasms of eerie bliss. Melissa had orgasmed many times with her own teasing fingertips, but that was nothing like what the two boys did to her.
"Hhhooo," she sighed, blinking and bleary-eyed as the last rippling tremors subsided. "Now let me go, please?"
"Gee, Melissa-I'd like to, but feeling your hot little cunt convulse made my cock so damn hard. Look at it."
Melissa let her curious blue eyes flash down. His cock looked like some kind of cruel beast with a mind of its own, twitching and pulsing with rampant desire.
"Mine's harder than his," Cody said. "Your ass-hole is so tight, it nearly strangled my finger. I can't wait to feel it wringing my cock!"
"N-n-no, please. I know I've been a little bitch b-b-but I haven't done anything bad enough to deserve this."
"Hell you haven't! We got our asses whipped when they found out we took our dad's cigarettes."
Melissa felt desperate. The thing she feared most was going through life knowing she'd been fucked the first time by a lowly dirt farmer. Her mother said a girl never forgets her first time.
"All right," she sobbed. "Whip my ass if you want, but please don't stick those awful cocks in me!"
Cal and Cody exchanged sly glances and grinned at each other. Things were going just as they planned. They were both afraid to fuck Melissa now that they knew she was still cherry. She'd tell her father if they did, and he would raise all kinds of hell. But they still wanted to shame her, scare the shit out of her, and get even for all she'd done to them.
They were all in the same grade at school. Cal was a year older than the other two, but he'd been held back once. When Melissa heard that, she told her friends.
Cal and his brother weren't really ugly. Someone casting a movie would have thought they were perfect for the roles of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. They had that impish look, but now it had turned mean.
"Get the paddles," Cal told his younger brother.
"Yeah! I can't wait to give her cute little ass a good whack!"
Cody went to get two wooden canoe paddles they had specially prepared. Each boy carved his name deep into one of the paddle blades. But Cal and Cody were carved backward, like writing held up to a mirror.
Cal took his paddle and fanned the air just inches from her sparsely-haired pussy-mound. Melissa cringed and jerked back, still puzzled by the carving on the paddle blades.
"What's the matter?" Cal asked when he saw her tight look of fear. "Change your mind? Would you rather fuck than get your ass paddled?"
"Nnnooo," she sobbed. "I don't want you to fuck me."
"Then what do you want."
"I want my ass paddled!" Melissa moaned. "Say it louder."
"I want my ass paddled!"
"Okay, baby. Just remember, you asked for it!"
Cal swung his paddle like a baseball bat. The broad blade whacked her ass with a loud crack, and then both boys could see their careful wood carving had worked just as planned. In the center of a fiery red welt blazed across one ass-cheek they could see Cal as though it was written in white ink.
"Let me brand her other ass-cheek," Cody said anxiously, holding his paddle cocked back and ready to swing.
Melissa sobbed, gritting her teeth, not wanting to cry and give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
"Wh-what do you mean, brand my ass?"
"You'll see," Cal promised. "You'll see real soon!"
As she whirled with her back toward him, Cody took a swing that would have knocked a baseball clear out of a park. This time Melissa could not stay silent. She let out a loud wail, spinning from the force of the blow.
Cody saw his name in stark white on her red ass-cheek as she spun around sobbing.
"You're marked now, baby," Cal said. "Your ass belongs to us!"
"W-w-what do you mean?"
Hearing that she'd been marked sent icy shivers up Melissa's spine despite the rising heat of her painful welts.
"I'll show you, sweetheart," Cal said. He took another hard swing with his paddle and printed Cal on her belly just above her pussy-mound.
She howled, tossing her head and swirling her long golden hair. It was half a minute before Melissa could open her tightly shut eyes. Then she looked down and saw Cal's name blazoned across the top of her cunt-mound.
"Oooh, no!"
Melissa had seen cattle branded. This looked and felt much the same. Sharp, hot pain burned into the depths of her pussy. The sleek walls of her virgin pussy seethed and simmered up a fresh flow of musky cunt-juice.
Cody blazed his name across one smoothly tapered thigh. Cal hit the other and grinned as the girl bucked and whirled in writhing agony.
"Let's mark her little tits, too," Cal said with a vicious smirk.
"Nnnooo!"
"It's that or get fucked," Cody warned. "Bastards! All right, beat me to death. I don't care!"
They laughed and swung at her tits from opposite sides. Melissa screamed and sobbed, burned by the flashing hot pain and tortured even more by having two nasty names branded all over her most personal places.
"You must feel real hot by now," Cal said. "Y-y-yes!"
"Want something to soothe your skin!"
"What? she asked warily, suspicious of anything the boys might offer.
"A lotion," Cody said.
"Oh, yes! That would feel so good right now!"
"No catch," Cal said with a slyly innocent grin. "It's just that your hands are tied, so we'll have to rub it in."
"Rub it all over your body," Cody added.
She dreaded the thought of them touching her, running their rough, calloused hands all over her body, but Melissa was desperate for anything to dull the pain of her blazing welts and thought a soothing lotion might help.
"All right," she sobbed wearily. "But you can only touch you with your hands, not your awful cocks!"
"Hey," Cody said as though deeply offended. "We aren't going to fuck you, and you aren't going to tell what we did."
"We aren't going to fuck you this time," Cal said sharply. "You make trouble for us, call us dumb farmers or do anything else we don't like-then you get it, little girl! You get it good!"
"I won't do anything wrong," she wailed. "Now please, rub me with lotion like you promised. My skin feels like it's on fire!"
"We're gonna take care of that right away!" Cal said, fisting his throbbing hot prick, pumping it hard and fast with his gnarled hand. Cody was doing the same, hand-jacking his cock while smiling into her startled blue eyes.
Melissa gawked in shock, both sickened and excited by the sight of two smirking boys staring at her while they jacked off.
"W-w-why are you whipping your cocks?" she asked fearfully. "You swore not to fuck me! My daddy will kill you both if you do!"
"Relax. We're just warming the lotion."
Cody smiled and kept stroking his awesome cock.
"Y-y-you're not going to-"
"Oh, yeah, we sure are! We're gonna cum all over you."
"Then we're gonna rub our jism into every pore," Cody added.
"Gonna be nice having our hands slip and slide all over that luscious body of yours."
Melissa cringed and started the rope swaying again. She shut her eyes to stop the flood of tears and clenched her small fists in sullen rage.
Being tightly bound, her arms stretched high over her head, Melissa could feel her fingers getting numb and cold. But the rest of her body tingled with an odd kind of anticipation.
Melissa had let a few boys she really liked feel her tits through her blouse and bra. And she'd let one put a hand under her skirt to finger her hot wet cunt through her panties. It was exciting for her, and fun when she made them stop. They almost went crazy.
But it did no good to tell Cal and Cody to stop. They ignored her threats and laughed at her sorrowful pleadings. The McCanlon kids were going to rub jism all over her.
She shivered and felt her skin start to tingle, part from shame and seething disgust, part from delighted anticipation. When their anxious young cocks started squirting, Melissa let out a thin scream.
Hot globs of sticky cum splattered her soft cunt-hair. Melissa's pussy pulsed and surged as the heat of their vile cum seeped into her.
Gushing spurts shot high enough to warm her shivering little tits. She could feel the white slime dribble down and bead on her nipples like dangling pearls. Melissa began to moan, imagining four hands gliding all over her body.
But then the barn door swung wide and glaring light filled the big room. The boys' mother, Amanda McCanlon, stood framed in the doorway, blinking in horrified disbelief.
CHAPTER TWO
"What the hell?"
Amanda McCanlon's mouth gaped. It took a few seconds for the full impact of the scene to settle in.
Then she said, "You little bastards! You filthy beasts!"
She stormed into the barn and grabbed one of the abandoned canoe paddles. Cal and Cody just stood for a second, so stunned by their mother's mad rush that neither could move.
Their twitching cocks dribbled a few weak spurts of creamy white cum and went suddenly limp in their trembling hands.
Cody muttered and circled wide around his angry mother. She swung at Cal as he passed her and stung his ass with the canoe paddle. Then Amanda whirled around and caught Cody with a backhanded blow.
The boys yelped but kept running. Amanda turned to chase them and then thought better. Her greatest concern was for the poor girl dangling at the end of the rope. Melissa had turned so her back was toward the door when the woman burst in, so Mrs. McCanlon wasn't sure who it was at first.
She untied the knot and lowered the weeping little blonde to the floor. Melissa sobbed and staggered into her arms, knees so weak from the ordeal that she could not stand. Amanda saw her face for a moment just before she buried it in her lush tits.
"Oooh, Melissa-" Amanda's shock and anger turned to chilling fear.
Vance Brandon had the power to crush the McCanlons. Besides owning the biggest company in Clay County and having important political connections, he was on the board of directors at the bank which held the mortgage on their family farm.
like a lot of small farms, they were in financial trouble. They were three months behind with the payments. Brandon could foreclose and auction the place off-lock, stock and barrel.
Amanda struggled to loosen the noose cinched so tightly around the girl's small wrists and was worried even more when she saw how Melissa's skin had been chafed.
"Are you all right?" she asked fearfully.
"No, look at me! Your sons tied me up. They tore my clothes and pissed on me. Then they beat me and branded their names on my flesh!"
"Yes, I can see that. Come in the house and we'll get you cleaned up."
"They had their fingers in my pussy and my ass," Melissa said. She sensed the woman's fear and was quick to take advantage. "Then they jacked off and were going to rub their awful cum all over me!"
"Come in the house, dear. I'll get you all cleaned up."
"I'll never feel clean again!" Melissa said. "They're monsters, and they must be punished!"
"They will be, Melissa. When my husband comes home this weekend." Amanda wished he were there right now, but Jack McCanlon had taken a job driving heavy equipment in a town three hundred miles away. It was all he could do to save their farm from foreclosure, and now even that might not be enough.
Melissa kept up her wracking sobs. The devious, doll-like little blonde was determined to get even with Cal and Cody for what they'd done. She did not know how yet, exactly, only that it would have to be something she liked more than they enjoyed torturing and humiliating her.
Amanda drew a warm bath and helped Melissa into the tub. She put the girl's stained and tattered clothing through the washer and dryer, then mended the tears as neatly as she could.
"Mrs. McCanlon," Melissa called in a plaintive voice. "I can't wash my back. My arms are too sore to bend behind me."
"You just sit and relax, dear. I'll get you good and clean." Amanda soaped her hands and gently washed the girl's back.
"Hhhmmm, that feels so good," Melissa said. She'd been thinking about the boys saying they'd rub jism all over her, and she was still curious about that smooth gliding sensation. A plan for even more pleasure took shape in her mind.
The woman's hands were soft and warm. Melissa cooed and purred beneath her loving touch.
"Wash my tits too, please. I think there are some spatters of cum on them I missed."
"Of course, dear. I'll get you so nice and clean, you'll never know anything happened." Amanda rubbed more lather on her hands and carefully washed the girl's tits. She was pleased to see the red paddle marks had started to fade.
"Wash my nipples too," Melissa told her. "I especially hated their cum dripping off of them."
"Yes, anything you want, Melissa."
The little blonde sat for a moment, luxuriating in the tub as warm, wet hands slid over her nipples.
"I want you to twirl my nipples. Tease them hard, Mrs. McCanlon."
"Melissa, I-I shouldn't do that!"
"Cal teased my tits, why shouldn't you?"
"B-b-because it's not right."
"Neither is what they did to me! Do you want me to'tell my father?"
"No, of course not."
"Then fondle my tits, Amanda. Make me feel good. Then maybe I'll forget what Cal and Cody did to me."
Amanda's conscience nagged her, but she deftly teased and kneaded the girl's tits, twirling her nipples until they were swollen and hard.
"Oooh, yeah! That's nice. Take off your blouse, Amanda. I want to feel your tits. They're so much bigger than mine."
"Melissa, this has gone far enough!"
"How far do you think my father will go if
I tell him what your sons did?"
"I don't really know."
"Then I'll tell you! He'll kill them-or make them both wish they were dead!"
"All right," Amanda said bleakly, taking off her blouse and bra. She was a ripe-bodied, mature woman with a lush figure that still turned the heads of younger men when she walked by, but Mrs. McCanlon never expected her voluptuous curves to interest a young girl from a fine family.
"While you're at it, take everything off. I want you naked when we go to bed." Melissa climbed out of the tub and stood smiling, dripping wet.
"We aren't going to bed, Melissa. You're going home as soon as I get you dried off."
"Home to tell my daddy that Cal and Cody tried to rape me?"
The anguished woman fumed, undressing while Melissa wiped herself dry.
"What a hairy cunt you have," Melissa said as Amanda's panties were peeled off. "Does your husband lick and suck it?"
"Sometimes," Amanda said reluctantly.
"Good! Then you should know how to do it. I want my pussy licked and sucked, Mrs. McCanlon."
"I should have left you with the boys, you little bitch! I'm sure they'd have done that for you."
"But I don't think they'd do it as well as you will. Which way is your bedroom, cunt slave?"
"It's-it's this way." Amanda started down the hall.
"Oh, one more thing. Do you have any rope in the house?"
"Yes, some clothesline rope. Why?"
"Just get it, cunt slave! Don't ask questions!"
Amanda went to the hall closet, gritting her teeth, then on down the hall to her bedroom. It was not hard for her to understand why her sons had been angry enough to tie up the arrogant little bitch.
Cal and Cody hid out back of the tractor shed. Things had gone to hell when their mother had come back from town sooner than expected. Melissa had promised not to tell her father what they'd done to her, but that didn't matter now. They'd been caught by their mother with their cocks sticking out, jetting cum on their helpless prisoner.
"We're in deep shit!" Cody said, looking grim.
"Only if dad finds out," Cal said thoughtfully. "I think we can handle mom."
"Handle her? For Christ's sake, you saw how mad she was."
"Yeah, but mothers don't like to admit their kids did wrong. Right now she's more worried about Melissa telling her old man."
"Which she'll probably do as soon as she gets home. You don't think that little bitch will keep her promise, do you?"
"I don't know. I figured she'd run right home when mom got her loose, but they been in the house a long time now."
They crept to the side of the house, pressing their backs to the wall, listening for sounds from inside. Cal stopped under the back bedroom window and motioned for Cody to be still.
"You know what they did to me," Melissa was saying.
"Yes," Amanda answered with a sad moan. "And they'll be punished, I promise you that."
Melissa was making things worse.
Cal rose cautiously and peered through the window. The shade inside was not pulled all the way down. He gawked and his jaw gaped.
Cody asked, "What are they doing? Why are they talking in mom's bedroom?"
"Take a look," Cal said. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Cody gripped the windowsill and pulled himself up, straining to see inside the shadowy room. He got one quick look and dropped back.
"Goddamn! I saw it, and I still don't believe it!"
Amanda was sprawled on her back, stark-naked and spread-eagled on the old fourposter bed. Her wrists were tightly bound to the top posts, and Melissa, also naked, was busy binding her feet to the foot of the bed.
"You're the one who must be punished," Melissa said to her passive, fearful captive. "You have to know what it's like to be tied up, beaten and sexually abused!"
"Aaagggh!" Amanda moaned. "Please, Melissa. The ropes are too tight!"
"Tough shit! You're lying on a nice soft bed. That's a lot better than dangling in a drafty old barn." Melissa cinched the last knot brutally tight and then climbed up on the bed.
Cody pulled himself up for another look and dropped back blinking and shaking his head. Melissa was bent over and sucking his mother's lush tits, swaying her head from one to the other, swirling long waves of golden blonde hair across her chest.
"Hhhmmm, you have such nice plump nipples," Melissa said delightedly.
Amanda writhed and tossed her head. Long reddish-brown hair fanned across the bed between her bound wrists.
Melissa sat astride her, bobbing her head and sucking tit like a lewd little fiend. Then she rocked back and stared down at Amanda's pillowy, densely furred cunt.
"Sucking tit really makes your cunt simmer," the girl said after several deep breaths of Amanda's sultry, musk-scented pussy.
"Yyyessss!" Amanda cried tearfully. "I can't help it. My husband has been gone for so long."
"My dad travels a lot on business, in fact he's away right now-probably fucking his secretary," Melissa said. "But my mother doesn't get lonely. She fucks with our stableman. And when he's busy working, she fucks with our maid."
"Your maid!" Amanda gasped. She had always thought the Brandons were strict and proper.
"Yes, she's big-titted like you. They suck and fuck their clits together every afternoon when dad's gone. That's what gave me this idea."
Melissa splayed her legs and ground her blonde pussy-slit on Amanda's bushier, riper cunt. The meshing of two hot, honey-dripping cunts made a slurping, squishing noise Cal and Cody could hear outside the house.
"Two cunts fucking? I don't believe it!" Cody gasped, losing his grip on the sill and dropping back. "Melissa and my mother?"
"Enjoy the show," Cal said calmly. "They just saved our asses."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I mean what we did don't seem so bad now."
Melissa squealed and bucked her hips when their clits touched. Sharp, jangling shocks of pleasure sparked between them. Amanda arched and moaned, forgetting the tight coils of clothesline that bound her wrists and ankles.
The girl's small hands cupped and fondled Amanda's lush tits, her thumbs twirling around the plump nipples. Twin currents of delight twisted into Mrs. McCanlon's tits and moved down to her pussy, which was already writhing in rapture.
Amanda's clit was a generous big nub of tender nerve ends. It swelled from its protective sheath and protruded beyond her hairy cunt-lips.
Melissa fucked Amanda just like a man would, arching back and hammering down, mauling their buttery clits together in an orgy of newly discovered delight. They both whined and writhed, bucking and twisting to keep their cunts in ecstatic contact.
"Ooooh!" Amanda moaned. "I'm cum-ming! I'm cumming with a little girl!"
She blushed with shame and felt an icy tingle of guilt, but those sensations were quickly overwhelmed by the spasms of a thrilling clit-to-clit climax that had them both screaming and kissing each other like long lost lovers.
Cal watched it all with a dazed look. Cody had to keep leaping up to see over the windowsill.
Melissa whirled herself around while the spasms of climax still rippled through her cherry cunt. She spread her smooth thighs and straddled Amanda's head before the woman could think to protest.
"Now eat me!" Melissa wailed. "Make me cum again with your tongue!"
Melissa buried her pretty face in Amanda's crotch and sucked clit, flailing it with her tongue until the woman screamed again in orgasmic delight.
Cal felt his cock start to twitch and throb. Melissa's shameless cunt-sucking enthralled him. She fucked her cherry cunt all over his mother's face, grunting and squirming as the spasms of climax made her whole body tremble.
"If I'd known what a lewd little bitch she was, I'd have fucked her for sure!" Cal said.
"What about our mother? Jesus Christ, she eats cunt like a starving dog goes after raw meat!"
"Dad's being gone so long must be making her crazy," Cal said. "But don't let all that clit-licking fool you-it's cock they both really want."
Melissa climbed off the bed, smacking her lips. Amanda lay gasping, lips glossed with sheening virgin cunt-juice.
"Oooohhh!" Amanda sobbed. "I'm so ashamed! We shouldn't have done that, Melissa. I couldn't help it. I miss my husband so much!"
"Has he got a big cock?" Melissa asked with a curious grin.
"Oh God, yes! It's almost a foot long!"
"No wonder you miss him! I think a cock that size would kill me." Melissa circled the bed as she spoke, checking the drawers in the tables that flanked the bed.
"Wh-what are you looking for?"
"Something I think you must have. Something to keep you amused when your husband's not home."
"You have no right to look through my personal things!" Amanda gasped as the girl yanked open one drawer after another.
"I just pried through your pussy with my tongue. How much more personal can you get? Aaahhh, here it is!" Melissa found a long vibrator hidden under some sexy lingerie in the bottom drawer of Amanda's night table.
It was molded out of plastic and shaped like a cock with bulging blue veins, so startlingly realistic that Cal felt a twinge when the girl held it up. It looked like some guy's cock had been cut off.
"Put that back!" Amanda screamed. It shamed her to have her secrets revealed.
"My mom's isn't as realistic as this one," Melissa said as she fondly stroked the cock-like appliance. "I thought hers was a flashlight at first."
Melissa turned the switch at the base of the dildo and fondled the long shaft as it started to buzz and quiver in her small hands.
She rubbed the bulging head on her tits, circling her tiny pink nipples, then pushing them in. She cooed, arching her back and sliding the artificial cock down to her crotch.
Amanda screamed. She wrenched and strained the tight cords that bound her helpless on the bed.
"Are you jealous?" Melissa asked. "You don't want me to play with your toys?"
"I want you to go home!" Amanda gasped. "I don't feel at all sorry for you now. You're worse than my sons ever were!"
"I'll be going home very soon," Melissa said, buzzing the artificial cock-head all around her juicy little cunt-slit. "But I'm going to stick this in me first. I'm going to pop my cherry and tell my daddy your boys did it."
"No! You can't do that!"
"Yes, I can. Just push like this-"
"Stop!"
Amanda wrenched and strained to get up.
Melissa grinned and eased the giant dildo from between her tingling cunt-lips. "Would you rather have it stuck into you?"
"Yyyeeessss! Please!" Amanda knew there would be hell to pay if little Melissa went home with her cherry broken.
"What if I want to stick it up your ass!" Melissa asked with a wicked grin, greatly enjoying the woman's distress.
"Nnoooo, that would hurt! I've never done that."
"Cody stuck a finger up my ass. I didn't like it at first, but then I had a great climax. I think you should know what that's like, Mrs. McCanlon. I think your lovely ripe ass deserves an orgasm it doesn't want!"
Amanda flopped back on the bed, exhausted from the lewd sex with the girl and straining uselessly against her restraints. Melissa pushed a pillow beneath the small of Amanda's back and buzzed the head of the giant cock-like dildo around her hairy cunt.
"Push it into my cunt," the woman pleaded. "That's where I want it. I want a big cock so bad!"
Sex with the girl had inflamed all her frustrated desires.
"And I don't give a shit what you want," Melissa said coldly. "Cal and Cody were so hot to fuck me, I wonder what the boys will think when they find out I've raped their mother's ass-hole?"
"I won't tell them!" Amanda moanea.
"That's what I had to promise!"
Melissa paused and buzzed the knobby head of the vibrator around the dark puckered rim of Amanda's clenching ass-hole.
"I'm not going to tell because I don't want anyone to know those little shits touched me. But they're going to know about you, Mrs. McCanlon-because I'm going to leave you tied up like this!"
"Ooooh, no! You can't do that!"
Melissa grinned. "I can do anything I want!"
She gave a vicious grunt and poked the fleshy plastic head of the vibrator into Amanda's ass.
The woman shrieked and arched her back, writhing and bucking as torturing impulses of painful stress sparked into the wringing tunnel of her ass. Melissa watched Amanda's anguished writhing and slowly pushed the giant dildo deeper.
"Ooooh! Aaaggghhh!" The spreading pain hurt like the cut of a dull knife, but worse was the way lewd vibrations rippled through the slender wall of flesh between her pussy and ass. Amanda shivered on the brink of orgasm, wrenching to bring her hands down.
If she could only reach her swollen wet clit, she thought. She could come to a climax and feel some relief. But she could not pull her bound wrists from the biting restraints.
"Please, Melissa-lick my cunt one more time. Make me cum! Oh, please make me cum! Don't leave me like this! Melissa!"
CHAPTER THREE
Cal and Cody went back behind the tractor shed. They sat smoking, trying to calm their jangled nerves.
They saw Melissa leave the house, smiling and skipping on her way home, looking like a sweet, innocent little girl. Soft rays of the setting sun colored her blonde hair, giving it a red glow.
For a moment they were tempted to grab her and finish what they started in the barn, but something kept them both from moving.
"What the hell are we going to do now?" Cody asked.
"Beats the shit out of me!" Cal could still see their mother, naked and bound on the bed, her lush tits heaving and her hairy cunt seeping cunt-juice.
"We can't just walk into the house."
"I know. She might have a heart attack. If she knew we saw her with Melissa-"
"If we hang out here for a while, she might get herself loose," Cody said. "Melissa is a pretty little bitch, but she don't tie the best knots in the world."
"I'm too horny to just hang out," Cal said. "Watching mom with Melissa really made my cock hard."
"Mine too. Maybe we shoulda grabbed her."
"I'm not so hot for her anymore. She's just a kid. Now that I've seen a real woman-big, beautiful tits, plump nipples and a hairy cunt that's so ripe for fucking-"
"Ooooh, shit! You aren't thinking about our mother!"
"Seeing her tied on the bed like that makes my cock ache. Wouldn't you like to start with an older woman? One that's desperate to feel cock in her? One who really knows how to fuck a man?"
"For Christ's sake, Cal! We can't fuck our own mother! If she didn't kill us when she gets loose, dad would when he comes home this weekend."
"I'm not talking about our mother, you simple shit! I'm thinking about Mrs. Brandon. Melissa said her father's away on business-and that she fools around when he's not home."
"Yeah, but we can't just walk into her imagine house and say, hi, we heard you were horny. Wanna fuck?"
"We don't have to ask, ass-hole. What if we tie her up? Then we fuck her!"
"If Mr. Brandon ain't home, you know she's gonna be fucking with the stableman or the maid-maybe both. And Melissa will be there somewhere. How can we tie up a whole house full of people?"
"That's what makes it so interesting. The challenge. Give me another smoke, I gotta come up with a plan. A fucking good plan!"
* * *
Melissa put on a pretty new dress for dinner. Her mother always insisted that she look her best. Their maid, Hilda, helped the girl change, and the busty, bright-eyed German girl could not help noticing rope burns around Melissa's small wrists.
"What have you been doing?" Hilda asked with concern. Then she saw the fading paddle marks on the cheeks of Melissa's cute little ass.
Hilda had been well trained. She escaped from East Germany by fucking a whole squad of soldiers. Vance Brandon met her in Berlin on one of his business trips and used his connections to get her immigration papers with a small condition. If she failed to please him, his demanding wife and bitchy little daughter, she could be sent back.
"It's my pussy, Hilda. Do you think it's pretty?"
"Oh yes, miss! Very pretty! But you shouldn't have let boys see it. What would your mother and father say?" Part of Hilda's job was to see that Melissa remained pure until she married a wealthy and proper young man.
"They'd both shit," Melissa said, smiling. "But don't worry, Hilda. I'm still cherry. And I got even with the boys who did this to me. You should have seen what I did to their mother!"
"I don't want to know!" Hilda gasped.
"Why not?" Melissa asked. "It's no worse than what you do with my mother."
"Oooooh! You aren't supposed to know about that."
"But I do, Hilda. I sneak around at night when everyone thinks I'm asleep. I know mother-likes bondage. I've seen her whipped and chained on the bed, getting fucked by your juicy clit or that stableman's big cock."
"Your father doesn't know she does that!" Hilda cried in alarm. "He must never know! He would blame me and send me back!"
"I have some ideas-and I want to try them! Bring your costumes, your whips and your chains to my room tonight, Hilda. After my mother has gone to bed."
"No, she might hear us. If she finds me with you like that, I'll be sent back."
"She'll never know, Hilda. Mom's going to be with her stableman tonight. And you're going to be my prisoner, bitch! You be here with all your toys tonight, or I'll have my daddy kick your luscious ass out!"
Hilda's soft, full lips quivered. Her eyes looked fearful, but she had no choice. She had to please the lewd little bitch or be sent back.
* * *
Cal and Cody crept around back of the horse barn after dark. Carl, the brawny stable hand, lived in a small apartment at the far end of the building. They peered cautiously through his bedroom window and saw a powerfully built young man in his mid-twenties.
Carl had just gotten out of the shower, stark-naked and dripping wet. His upper body was a broad wedge of rippling muscle that tapered down to a slender waist. Arms like oak limbs, legs like steel springs-and a pendulous cock, almost a foot long.
Cody pulled away from the window. "Holy shit! You think we can knock that guy out? I don't care if you did bring our baseball bat. We can't reach the top of his head!"
"You're right, Cody. He's bigger than the two of us put together. Looks like he could kick Rambo's ass if he wanted. We gotta switch to plan two."
"Plan two? What the fuck is plan two?"
"I don't know yet. Shut up and let me think."
Cody shrugged and straightened up to peer through the window again. He watched Carl open a footlocker at the end of his bed. First the boy thought he was getting out a harness for one of Mr. Brandon's horse.
"Jesus H. Christ! Hey, Cal-take a look."
"I told you not to bother me. I gotta figure a way for us to get Mrs. Brandon tonight, not him.
"Yeah, but look! She must be kinkier than we thought."
Cal raised up and saw Carl cinching the broad black leather straps of his harness. The harness covered him from his broad shoulders to his waist, and was studded with little chrome spikes every two inches or so.
A wider studded belt circled his waist, supporting a polished black leather cup lined with fur. The cup held Carl's big balls, and his massive cock stuck out through a hole rimmed with more stubby chrome spikes.
Carl pulled on high black boots with flaring tops that came over his knees. Then he put on a pair of black gloves with long, wide gauntlets studded with chrome.
Finally Carl put on a black leather hood with the front piece molded to look like an evil, un-moving face. He pulled shackles of chrome chain with broad, fur-lined leather cuffs from the trunk at the foot of his bed, and a braided black leather bullwhip that looked as sinister as a venomous snake.
"Mrs. Brandon's gonna have some kind of night!" Cody said, shaking his tousled head in a shocked state of wondering disbelief.
"Maybe not Mrs. Brandon," Cal said with a flash of sudden inspiration. The whole estate was wired with an elaborate telephone-intercom system. They had passed an extension in the stables while hunting for Carl's room.
Cal ran back to it and checked a chart tacked to the wall. One long buzz and two shorts was the signal for Carl to answer. Carl thumbed the button and held a piece of crumpled paper close to the telephone mouthpiece.
Carl answered, assuming the call was from his impatient mistress.
"Hello," he said. "Alicia?"
Cal's hand crumpled the paper to make a noise like static on a long distance line. He lowered his voice and said, "No, this is Vance Brandon."
"Oooooh-" Carl's voice choked. Cal could imagine his face turning pale behind the black leather mask.
"I know what you've been doing with my wife, Carl."
"Er, sir-let me explain. She ordered me to-"
"I know that, young man. In a way I appreciate what you've done. My wife is a lewd bitch, and my daughter is even worse."
"Yes, she is, sir."
Haughty little Melissa treated the servants like shit under her feet.
"Well, tonight I want you to teach her a lesson! I want you to whip her ass and then do whatever you feel like with her."
"But, sir-" It sounded like a bad connection, and Carl could hardly believe what he'd heard.
"Fuck her if you want. It's time somebody did."
"Y-y-yes, sir. If that's what you really want."
"That's what I want, Carl. And I know that my little Melissa wants it even more." Cal had to hang up quickly, before he burst out laughing. Plan two was working better than he dared hope.
Alicia Brandon languished alone in her bed, wondering why Carl was so late. She loved his big cock and playing the role of his helpless love slave. She was bored as the wife of a wealthy and powerful man. Vance Brandon's international business interests left little time for her.
What she craved was the raw power of a younger man's mighty cock. But Alicia could not really enjoy sex with a lowly servant. That's why she insisted Carl play the role of a cruel and demanding master. It thrilled her being forced to submit to the wonderful torrents of his vicious lust-even if it was all make-believe.
Carl left his grubby little room and hurried toward the main house. Tonight there would be no pretending. He had orders he was most anxious to obey. His leather-ringed cock twitched and throbbed when he thought of Melissa and all he would do to her before the long night was through.
Cal and Cody went into Carl's room when he left. The footlocker was still open. One look inside told them Mrs. Brandon provided plenty of money for her young lover to outfit himself for bizarre sexual pleasures. There was a lot of strange stuff left for them.
The older boy picked a devil costume to wear-red suit that fit like a second skin. The box said one size fits all, and luckily Carl had not yet worn it and stretched it to fit his massive frame.
The clinging red rubber suit was textured with scales. A stretchy devil's mask and a hood with sharp horns covered the boy's head. Rubber slippers like swim fins made his feet appear to be three-toed claws, and a scaly long tail with a tip like a spear trailed behind.
Cal's randy cock poked through a tight hole in the crotch of the suit, and he found a tube of red make-up to color it like the devil's own fiery cock. When he smeared it on, Cal felt a surge of simmering heat like the heat from the ointment they used at home to soothe aching muscles after a hard day of work in the fields.
"Hurry up, Cody, it feels like my cock is on fire!"
Cody put on a vampire outfit that was also brand new-a hairy black mask with pointed ears, a protruding snout and vicious sharp fangs. The snug suit was made like a fuck carpet that bristled with tufts of wiry black hair. A long cape with tube sleeves at the top slipped over his outstretched arms to make them look like leathery bat wings.
The box contained a tube of black cock makeup to color his protruding prick to match. Cody smeared it on and felt chilling shivers of cold radiate from the slimy black make-up.
"Christ!" he moaned. "My cock feels like an icicle. I've got to stick it somewhere nice and hot before it freezes and falls off!"
Meanwhile Melissa undressed and brushed her blonde hair until the shimmering long waves sparkled like spun gold. She dimmed the soft, indirect lighting in her luxurious bedroom and stretched out on her bed, wearing only pink panties and a matching bra, anxiously waiting for Hilda.
Her lithe body tingled and her young flesh blushed with a rosy glow of delighted anticipation. After what seemed like hours, the knob turned slowly and the door to her bedroom inched open.
"Hilda?" Melissa asked impatiently. "It's about time!"
Then the door suddenly opened wide. The broad shoulders of a powerful young man, masked and harnessed in studded black leather, nearly filled the door frame.
"Hilda's not coming tonight," he said, closing the door behind him.
Melissa's mouth gaped. She sat up in bed, eyes wide with surprise, and fearfully hugged the top sheet to her tits. He strode toward her in high boots, chuckling behind his molded black mask.
"Carl!" she said. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you, Hilda's not coming. I gave her the night off." He stood by the side of her bed, staring down through the narrow slanted eyeholes of his bizarre mask.
"You're a servant," Melissa snarled, not fearful now that she recognized the leather-clad men looming over her bed.
"Not tonight, you little bitch! Tonight I'm your master!"
"Master? My ass! Get out of my room!"
"You're through giving order," he said flatly.
"I'll scream!"
"No, we don't want your mother to hear you. She'd be so jealous." He dropped the whip and a weighty assortment of bondage devices on the floor by her bed. They fell on the thick carpet with a dull thud.
One black-gloved hand clamped behind her blonde head. The other wrestled something cold and metallic into her mouth. She gasped and gurgled a strangled cry.
The thing in her mouth was like a bit meant for a horse. A piece of icy chrome steel pressed down on her tongue. She groaned as black straps like a bridle cinched around her head to bind the gagging metal bit in place.
"I'll tell daddy," Melissa said, just before the last buckle closed tight.
"Go ahead. He sent me. He wants you taught a lesson!"
Carl laughed and adjusted a thumbscrew you by the side of her mouth, releasing just enough pressure to let her talk softly in a strained, gagging voice.
"I don't believe you," she said, fighting the cold steel bit that depressed her tongue and wrenched her jaw wide. "Daddy would never do that."
Melissa raged and clawed at the glinting dark eyes. Her sharp nails slid down the polished black leather without leaving a mark. He grabbed her straining wrists in one hand and forced the girl down flat on her back.
A black fur-lined leather cuff three inches wide closed around the wrist of her right arm. Carl jerked the chrome chain attached to the padded shackle and yanked her arm over her head. He snapped the chain around a bedpost and then bound her other wrist the same way.
Carl saw the rope burns that reddened and chafed her tender smooth skin. "You've been in bondage before!"
"Yes!" she said, nodding as fearful tears filled her fluttering blue eyes.
He turned toward the foot of her bed, grabbed another pair of fur-padded leather cuffs and used them to restrain Melissa's kicking feet. Carl chained her legs to the bedposts, binding her spread-eagled.
Melissa found it all even more terrifying than being held captive in the drafty old barn. Now soft, silky fur bound her wrists and ankles, not coarse rope-but the chilling terror of restraint came rushing back.
Carl saw the boys' names paddle-branded on her shapely young thighs and cracked a smile behind his emotionless black leather mask.
"Cal and Cody!" he said. "Those poor farm boys who live down the road. Did they fuck you?"
"No!" Melissa said, clenching her teeth on the cold steel bit and furiously shaking her head.
"Well then, they only gave you a warning. But your daddy wants you to have more than that. Maybe he knows you planned to abuse Hilda tonight. She must have called him, so he's probably worried about his precious daughter turning into a lesbian."
Melissa's frightened eyes flashed down to Carl's leather-ringed cock. It stuck out of the spike-studded harness, angled up sharply, stiff with rushing blood and pulsing with lust.
She cowered, wincing and clenching her teeth. He gave her a moment to stare, then bent down and picked up the bullwhip. The sinewy coils snaked from the palm of his black-gloved hand, unwinding with a soft hiss.
"Hilda might also have told him how much your mother-likes playing at bondage." Carl flicked his wrist and swirled the long black braided lash on the floor at his feet.
The girl shivered and held her breath, biting down hard on the bit in anticipation of pain. Carl's arm swung back and the tapered whip tongue snaked over his head in a rolling curve.
He lashed down and snapped the elastic that held the pink cups of her little bra together in front. A gagged cry of pain swelled in Melissa's chest, heaving off the tattered cups to leave her tits bare.
"I see the boys marked them too," Carl said, wondering why they hadn't fucked her after going that far.
"Your daddy wouldn't like seeing the names of two grubby farm boys branded on your tits," Carl said, swinging his arm back. "So we'll take care of that right now!"
The whip hissed and lashed across her naked tits. A narrow welt blazed over the white imprint of the boys' names as though crossing them out.
Melissa shrieked and bucked, clanking the chains that bound her arms and legs. The stinging lash struck again, blazing another fiery red welt across the fading paddle marks. Their names were marked out with ribbons of pain.
Carl lashed her thighs and the ripening hump of her little pussy-mound. Her flesh burned red in a flood of hot pain that obliterated the glaring white brand of the boys' names.
"You're mine now," Carl said. "Your pussy belongs to me! And what my cock does to you won't fade away!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Alicia Brandon heard her daughter's tortured, strangely muffled scream and sat up with a start. She leaped out of bed clad in a lacy black nightgown. Low-cut wired cups molded the cones of her firm, jutting tits to accent them.
She was a tall, elegant beauty with long, sweeping curves. Her platinum blonde hair was long and elaborately styled to make her seem tall.
Black mesh stockings encased her shapely legs. Shiny black shoes with slender spiked heels enhanced the glorious taper of her smooth calves and thighs. Alicia rushed to her closed bedroom door, forgetting the provocative outfit she wore to entice her lusty young stableman.
Her daughter's tortured wails made her skin crawl. Alicia wrenched the knob and yanked open the door, driven by a fierce protective instinct. But she gasped and lurched back, her knees weak.
A leering vampire bat filled the doorway with fluttering wings. Sharp fangs glistened in the soft light, and the devil himself flashed a lewd grin over the hairy black bat's hunched shoulder.
"Ooooh, my God," Alicia moaned. She heard a whip crack like a distant pistol shot. Melissa let out another strangled cry, but the desperate woman could not force her legs to move forward. She staggered back, pushed by the vampire barging into her bedroom.
The devil came right behind the clawing winged creature that pawed at her tits. Satan's taut red mouth let out a fiendish cackle of laughter, a taunting echo of Melissa's helpless wails.
Alicia's face paled and her mouth gaped. The devil laughed.
"What's the matter Mrs. Brandon? Were you expecting someone else? Your young stud, perhaps?"
Cody screeched at her. "Sorry to disappoint you, my dear-but Carol will be sticking his cock in your daughter tonight!"
"Nnnooo!" Alicia stumbled backwards and sprawled across her bed. The bat pounced, pinning her arms. The devil poked at her with a pitchfork. The long center tine pushed between her flailing legs and prodded her cringing cunt-slit.
"Who are you?" Alicia asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"You know who I am!" Cal said in a rumbling deep voice he thought fit the devil. "I am the Prince of Darkness, Lord of the Underworld!"
The words came right out of a TV cartoon show he used to watch.
"You have sinned, Mrs. Brandon. Now you must pay!"
The whip cracked again and again far down the hall. Melissa's anguished cries echoed long after each ringing snap. Alicia shuddered and wailed along with her.
Cal pushed the rubber-barbed tines of his pitchfork at the woman's loins. She bucked and jerked with strength born out of stark terror. Alicia twisted onto her stomach, and it took both Cody and Cal to wrench her arms behind her back.
They crossed her arms and cuffed her right wrist to her left ankle with a pair of cold steel shackles they'd found in Carl's treasure chest of sex toys. Alicia wrenched and moaned, but they wrestled on another pair of cuffs. They cuffed her left wrist to her right ankle and clicked the jaws tight enough to chafe her soft skin.
Alicia thrashed in a raging fury, driven wild by her daughter's sobbing screams. She broke from their grasp even with her arms and legs chained, tumbling off the bed. She fell down and struggled to her knees.
"Melissa! Oh, my God! Carl, don't you dare hurt my little girl!"
"He thinks your husband wants her whipped and fucked," Cal said as the devil. "But it was I who drove him to this. And it is I who will punish you, Mrs. Brandon!"
He calmly unscrewed the threaded end of his hollow pitchfork handle and withdrew a smaller rod nestled within.
The rod trailed nine red leather thongs with knotted tips-a sinister cat-o'-nine-tails. Cal snarled and lashed the sobbing woman across the face.
"Faithless cunts like you tempt the devil," he said. "Suck my cock, cunt! Swallow Satan's fiery cock!"
"N-n-no!" She winced and rocked back from the head of his hideous red cock.
"No? A shameless sinner dares tell Satan no?"
Alicia was arched back on her knees with her arms crossed and cuffed to her ankles. Her tits, bulging half out of her nightgown, thrust at him invitingly.
Cal swung the cat across her tits. The fan of knotted tips stung her exposed skin and tore at her sexy underwear. He swiped at her again, burning her tit with narrow red welts and tattering the other side of her nightgown.
"All right!" Alicia screamed. "I'll suck your cock!"
Alicia liked bondage when she made the rules, but she had no tolerance for real pain. She shuddered and parted her lips.
Cal took a step forward, smirking behind his skin-tight red devil's mask. Since the restless awakening of puberty he had dreamed of having his cock sucked. Now he had a grown woman down on her knees and willing to do it. His cock twitched and pulsed as he pushed it into her mouth.
The red make-up smeared on his cock was a special ointment with a peppery, hot taste. Alicia felt it burn across her quivering lips, adding to the frightful illusion of being made the devil's own slave. A guilty conscience primed her for that. She'd been careful to hide her shameless desires from the rest of the world, to raise her young daughter properly, to play the good wife and loving mother. But Satan knew her inside, she thought grimly. Satan always knows.
He pumped his hot prick to the back of her mouth, scorching a fiery track across her rippling tongue.
"Suck it, whore! Swallow it all!" Cal dropped the cat and clawed his red-gloved hands into her platinum blonde hair. He yanked her head forward and bent her neck back.
Alicia moaned, eyes misted by bitter tears. Behind her she saw the vampire leering down, its narrow mouth curved into a wicked lewd grin, fangs bared and dribbling spittle.
Satan's fiery cock thumped against the soft back of her mouth and bludgeoned its way into her tight throat. Alicia liked sucking cock but had never taken one so deep before. She gagged and made pathetic gurgling noises.
Most men Alicia had known were content having her nibble and tongue their cock-heads and the first inch or so of steel hard cock-shaft. And none seemed to mind when she jerked her head away a moment before their cocks came.
The devil demanded more than that." He hammered his red hips at her and drilled his scalding prick into her mouth to the root. Alicia gagged. Her throat convulsed with powerful waves, but his clawed hands yanked her hair and kept his cock deep in her throat.
Alicia could not breathe. Her strained throat heaved in desperation, but that only delighted the grunting red devil. He jerked her head back and forth, brutally fucking his prick deep into her throat.
Her head jerked back and forth. Her soft lips mauled flat against his scaly red groin. She felt dazed for lack of breath, afraid she might die before the devil's cock fired.
Panic sent her mind swirling into a frenzy. She sucked his plunging prick in desperation, pulsing the snug ring of her soft lips and undulating her tongue along his swollen prick-shaft. The smoldering heat and awful taste worked on her shocked senses to complete the illusion of satanic torture. She was the devil's own slave and she had to please him.
Just a moment before she passed out, Cal gave a deep grunt and let his cock fire. He held back as long as he could, hissing and straining, helped by the constricting band of the red rubber devil's suit that circled the base of his anxious young cock.
But now his raging balls boiled over. Cum swelled and shot the length of his twitching cock, jetting out the tip in creamy bursts which Alicia felt deep in her throat. He pumped jism into her like there was no end to it.
At last he pulled back and dribbled a final weak spurt on her rippling tongue. Alicia gulped a breath, dazed and swaying dizzily on her knees. She managed a weak little grin, thankful that she had survived the ordeal.
"Now it's my turn! Vampires like being sucked as much as they enjoy sucking," Cody said.
Alicia turned her head toward Cody as Cal's weakened cock popped out of her cum-dripping mouth.
"No, please!" She winced and bit her quivering lips. In shadowy soft light, the boy's costume was grimly realistic, and like most women, Alicia had a fear of creepy, crawly things.
"Do you know bats sleep all day hanging upside down?" Cody asked in a squeaky voice.
"Y-y-yes, I've heard that."
"And do you know the bite from a vampire will make you one of us?"
"I-I've heard that too." Alicia had not believed the vampire myth until now, but she had never felt so dazed and stricken with fear. She was frightened enough to believe almost anything.
"Then you know why I want you hanging upside down," Cody said with a cackle of maniacal laughter. The boy had slipped into the role of a sinister vampire.
He uncoiled a hank of black nylon rope they'd found in Carl's toy chest. Cody looped and knotted one end behind Alicia's back, circling the crossed chains of her shackles.
An arm webbed with a fluttering wing threw the other end over a rustic beam above her head. It took both Cody and Cal to lift the screaming woman off the floor.
Alicia pitched forward, thumping her head on the thick carpet as the rope pulled tight, twanging behind her like an oversized harp string.
Shackles binding her wrists and ankles mauled Alicia's flesh. Her joints strained, painfully bound. Satan and his winged assistant kept hauling on the rope. Alicia swayed, her head hanging down, hair dangling like a feathery plume.
They kept pulling, jerking her higher and higher a few inches at a time. She twirled at the end of the slender black cord. The jism Cal had shot deep into her throat slithered into her mouth, steamy hot and slimy.
"Ungh! Blaaagh!" Alicia spit it out and was shocked when she saw it was colored red. Makeup coated her tongue and provided the sinister shading, but her mind seethed in horror that denied any kind of rational explanation.
She thought Satan's cum was bloody and red. He had fucked it down her throat, and now a vampire eyed her cunt-slit while she dangled helplessly, in terrible pain.
Cody felt safe behind the leering, long-snouted vampire mask with fearsome white plastic fangs bulging its black upper lip. He nuzzled the stiff rubber snout between her bound legs and sucked a deep breath that reeked of her lusty cunt-cream.
He licked and sucked her honey-dripping cunt, working his own lips through the hairy black ones of his bat mask. Cody tongued her clit and let the sharp fangs tantalize her supple pussy-lips.
Alicia squirmed and sighed, dizzy from hanging upside down. Jarring shocks of delight rippled into her pussy-slit and made more of her delicious cunt-juice rise to the vampire's ravenous mouth.
Until then she had not realized how hot she was. Terror tensed every nerve and sharpened all her senses. Pain radiated from her shackled arms and legs, which now supported her body, but the straining torment was combined with unimaginable pleasure.
She gasped and pumped her hips at his mouth, writhing and moaning as Cody hungrily tongued her pussy. He had always wanted to eat cunt, but never dared hope he would start with a gorgeous older woman who really loved to be eaten.
The only thing better would be to have her sucking his cock while he gobbled her wet cunt in hungry gulps.
"Suck my cock, slave!"
Alicia stared at his black cock in blinking dismay. It pulsed and surged before her eyes, springing up at a sharp angle. She would never know what moved her to take the hideous long thing in her mouth, but after deep-throating the devil, nothing much mattered to Alicia.
She rocked her head back and felt her neck strain from the force of gravity. Her temples hammered and throbbed like beating bass drums, thundering from the torture of hanging, but she sucked the vampire's throbbing black cock into her mouth.
The black make-up that came with the bat costume made Cody's cock seem cold. Her lips shivered from the chill. But there had to be heat underneath. She could feel his raging pulse when her lips closed snugly around his icy cock.
"I said suck!" Cody screeched. "Don't just nibble my cock, swallow it all! I want to shoot vampire jism into you!"
She moaned. "W-w-will that make me like you?"
"Not right at first," Cody said. "It takes dozens of cum-shots to make a woman grow wings!"
She sighed thankfully.
"But your cunt-hair will start to spread," he said as his flicking tongue teased around her silvery cunt. "It will creep up and cover your tits. By tomorrow you'll have pussy-hair all over your body."
Alicia groaned, but even that terrible threat did not stop her from sucking cock. The bat's flicking tongue made her clit tingle with outrageous desire. She rocked her head back and lunged forward, taking all of his icy prick into her throat.
As sensations of pain mixed with pleasure, the chill of his cock blended with the heat of her supple throat. After sucking in all the devil's hot cock, she found it easier to swallow the vampire's vicious cold prick.
He thrust his hips at her with fast, jarring strokes. His hairy groin tickled her lips and made her skin itch. Cody spread his winged arms to embrace her, wrapping Alicia's writhing body in leathery folds of artificial flesh.
Wooden dowels in the wings simulated bat bones which she could feel clenched around her shivering soft flesh. Even that did not slow the frenzied lust of her anxious mouth. Alicia's cunt had been sucked countless times but never with such a fierce hunger.
Sharp fangs constantly stimulated her cunt-lips. Her soft thighs clamped on his hairy snout and held his munching jaw close.
Cody's raging cock pulsed with heat enough to overpower the artificial chill of the black ointment-like a clash between fire and ice. Alicia felt a swelling sensation of joy when her crazed passion finally made the vampire's cock burn in her throat.
"Hhhhmmmm!" Alicia groaned, undulating her tongue as he pulled back. She groaned as he bucked his hips and hammered his prick into her throat. Leathery wings kept her pressed to his hairy groin, keenly aware of his sweaty animal scent.
She gulped and moaned, mad with desire to make him cum. Alicia had already tasted jism from the devil's hot cock. It was vile, slimy stuff that made her want to retch at first, but now the briny taste seemed strangely satisfying. Mrs. Brandon did not know why, but she wanted more.
Cody savored the taste of hot pussy and marveled at how well his brother's devious plan had worked. He grinned and wondered what Alicia would think when she found out it was all a hoax.
He laughed and tongue-whipped her clit to a climax at the same moment he felt his throbbing balls were ready to fire. They were hot inside the crotch of his hairy bat suit and no kind of muscles clenching could hold back the flood of cum.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he roared, flapping his artificial wings, pressing her head to his hairy loins. Searing hot spurts of cum jetted deep into her throat, only to slither down and fill her mouth.
Cum, darkened by the black make-up smeared on his cock, oozed from her sucking lips. It ran on her cheeks in murky little streams, around her nose and into her eyes. And the steaming spurts went on for what seemed like a hour. She greedily sucked every one, trying to swallow the creamy thick cum, but gravity worked against her.
Alicia was gasping and sobbing, fearfully short of breath, before she sucked his cock dry. then Cody spread his wings and released her, watching the helpless woman turn slowly at the end of the black cord that suspended her off the floor.
A mix of red and black jism dribbled from her babbling mouth, coloring her lips. The two boys looked at each other, eyes flashing mischievously behind their masks.
"Now the bitch should be fucked," Cal said. "Let's get her down."
Cody nodded and untied the black cord. It slipped through his gloved hands, burning so hot that he had to let go.
Alicia dropped hard on her head. She toppled over, sprawled on her side in a quivering heap, so dazed she could barely move.
They lifted her onto the bed. Alicia crouched on her. knees, head down, arms crossed and chained to her ankles. Cal clicked open the cuffs that were locked around her legs while she wept and moaned, slobbering jism on the sleek satin sheet that covered her bed.
Cody pushed her onto her side and each boy grabbed one of her weakened arms. They went to opposite sides of the bed, wrenching Mrs. Brandon onto her back, spreading her arms high over her head.
They snapped the shackles around the two posts, then Cody produced another pair of cuffs to restrain her legs. Alicia was chained helpless, flat on her back before she found strength enough to resist, but by then it was too late.
"Her pussy ain't as cute as Melissa's," Cal said after staring at her pussy, a devilish grin curving his rubber-masked lips.
"I know! It's so hairy you can hardly see her cunt-lips. I think a hairless cunt would fuck better, don't you?"
"Yeah, more like Melissa's pussy."
Alicia was just starting to recover from her dizzying spin and beging dropped on her head. "Melissa! Oh, my God-my little girl."
The sharp, cracking sound of the bullwhip had stopped. For a moment the rambling big house was utterly silent.
"Nnnnooo! Goddamn, you can't do this to me! I've been whipped bloody-isn't that torture enough?" It was Melissa's voice.
Carl didn't answer, and Alicia found the silence more terrifying than the snap of the whip.
"I bet he's climbing up on her bed right now," Cal said. "Getting ready to ram his cock into her."
"Yeah-hot, whipped virgin pussy!"
Melissa's sudden scream was loud and long, echoing throughout the house. The two boys grinned at each other behind their bizarre masks.
"She's not cherry now," Cal said. Alicia winced and moaned, as though her pussy had just been violated for the first time. "My baby!" she sobbed. "My poor baby!"
CHAPTER FIVE
They found Vance Brandon's razor, a shaving brush and a hot lather machine in the bathroom. Cal whipped up a handful of thick, steamy white suds and walked back to the adjoining bedroom.
Alicia was still sobbing, thinking about her daughter taking a cock for the first time, the foot of hot prick that Carl had drilled and twisted into her cunt so many times.
"It's too much for a little girl the first time," she cried. "Poor Melissa!"
They could hear the girl's wracking sobs and moans of torment echoing down the hall.
"He must be reaming her good," Cal said with a smirk. He slopped the hot lather on Alicia's pussy-mound and stood back while Cody brushed it around. Melissa was still sobbing in frenzied hysteria.
"She's probably got cunt-juice and blood running down her legs by now," Cody said, lathering Alicia's thighs as he spoke. He woman heaved and loud wails of sympathy for her ravaged daughter. Melissa's tortured sobbing sounded sad and pathetic.
Cal shrugged and started to shave Mrs. Brandon's heaving pussy-mound, gliding the sharp safety razor through billows of hot lather that made her pussy tingle.
Melissa's frantic sobbing stopped abruptly. They heard her bedroom door open and slam shut, then an outside door at the back of the house echoed that sound.
"Carl must be done with her," Cal said, calmly shaving off more of Mrs. Brandon's cunt-hair.
"Maybe he fucked her to death," Cody said. "You think that's why she ain't crying no more?"
"Probably just passed out," Cal said. "Cock never killed anybody, did it, Mrs. Brandon?"
"I-I don't know."
"We'll soon know," Cal said with a final stroke of the razor. "We got two cocks for you, bitch-both hotter than hell's fire!"
Cody wiped the woman's cunt-slit with a fleecy white towel, leering and smacking his lips. "Her pussy looks sexy as hell now that it's bald."
"Yeah, and balled is what she's gonna be!" Cal said, climbing up on the bed. He hunched between her spread legs on his knees, calmly stroking his cock with a rubber-gloved hand that made his fingers look like claws.
Alicia stared in shock at her shaved pussy and sobbed, wondering how she could ever explain it to her husband.
Cal teased his hardened cock up and down in her slender cunt-slit, stirring up a simmering flow of cunt-juice which the helpless woman could not hold back. She loved fucking, but feared the devil and dreaded the consequences of her sinful lust.
The boy twiddled her tingling clit with his cock-head and grinned at the taut look of anguish distorting her beautiful face. Cal's heart beat like thunder as heat from her squishy tight cunt flowed into him through the head of his cock.
He had dreamed so long about fucking it was hard for him to believe it was about to happen.
Cal clamped his red-globed hands on her jutting tits and squeezed them in his scaly palms.
She squirmed and sobbed, trying to wrench her shaved cunt away from his prodding cock.
"My husband will never forgive me," she said. "He won't believe the devil fucked me!"
Cal laughed and kneaded her tits, hunching forward to push his throbbing cock in. He felt the sleek tube of her fuck-tunnel stretch to contain him. The walls, slick with her sultry cunt-juice, rippled and pulsed around his anxious cock, gripping and sucking in his hot length.
"Hhhhooo," Alicia moaned. "There'll be hell to pay!"
"But you want it, don't you, bitch? You've been sinning so long, you like the idea of being Satan's slave!"
"I can't help it!"
"Neither can I." Cal grinned and arched back, then he rammed forward and hilted his cock in her cunt. The scaly rubber skin of his devil's suit stimulated the tender nerves of her freshly shaved cunt.
Eerie sensations of pleasure rippled out to her fingers and toes as his cock bored in. It carried the heat of the red ointment that made her pussy feel like it was on fire.
"Oooooh, Satan! You are my new master! Fuck your helpless slave! Make my faithless cunt feel hell's fire!"
Cal reamed and twisted his cock deep in her, delighted by the clenching waves of rippling muscle that milked his plunging prick. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, slapping his rubber-clad loins on her softer flesh with a vengeance.
"Fuck me!" Alicia screamed. "Oooooh, fuck the hell out of me!"
"I'm fucking the hell into you," Cal said. "Once speared by the devil's hot prick, your pussy will never be normal again. It will itch and burn and beg to be fucked for the rest of your life."
"Hungh! I can feel it already. My pussy is burning!"
"And the fire will never go out," Cal said, taking advantage of her anguished and vulnerable mental state. "Satan's cum will burn inside you."
"I want it now! Cum with me, Satan! Make me your slave! Make my pussy stay hot forever!"
Cal chuckled and gave a grunt, ramming down as his anxious cock fired. Jism shot into her cunt in boiling spurts. He twirled her nipples and reamed her cunt with his spitting cock. Alicia convulsed into climax, screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
He let her frenzied cunt milk his cock dry, grinning in triumph as he fired his last cum-shot.
Cal wanted to linger and savor the rippling tremors as her climax subsided, but Cody was too anxious.
"Now it's my turn," Cody said. "Let me fuck the bitch, Satan!"
The older boy scrambled out of the way, popping his red cock from her cum-dripping cunt. Alicia moaned, deprived of its surging heat before her climax had fully subsided. But then an even bigger cock was rammed into her pussy without a warning.
Watching his brother fuck for the first time made Cody so anxious he couldn't wait. The bat wings of his costume shrouded Alicia's writhing body like a tent. Alicia bucked and fucked her cunt at him in a frenzy that made the leathery fabric rustle all around them.
Cody dropped his head and sucked her tits, swaying from one to the other, nipping at her nipples with the sharp fangs built into the vampire mask.
The hairy black suit scratched her naked flesh and shot pain into her shaved cunt. Alicia trembled, but her hips pumped and whirled against his wiry-haired groin.
"By sundown tomorrow you'll be as hairy as I am," Cody said. "Only one thing will stop the cunt-hair from spreading all over your body."
"What's that?" Alicia asked anxiously.
"Tasting the blood of a young virgin," Cody said, making up the fanciful story as he went along. "You'll have to lick and suck the cunt of a girl who's just been fucked for the first time."
"You mean Melissa? I can't do that. Not to my little girl!"
"I happen to know she-likes having her cunt licked," Cal said as the devil. "And you've eaten pussy before. Haven't you done it with your maid lots of times?"
"With Hilda, yes. But not my daughter! I-I can't do that!"
"Then you have until sundown to find another fresh-speared cunt to suck," Cal said.
"If you can't find one before dark you'll be hanging by your heels from a barn rafter, so hairy and ugly that only hell's most vile creatures will want to fuck you," Cody said. "Snakes with two heads-"
"Stop it!" Alicia groaned. The demons had turned the pleasures of sex into a hideous nightmare for her.
Cody laughed and rammed his cock into her, grunting and twisting as it started to shoot.
"The lust of a vampire is in you now, bitch! And only the blood a virgin will save you."
He came long and hard, thrilled by the way each spurt made the woman scream in horror.
"The blood of a virgin," he chanted each time his throbbing cock gave her a squirt. "Blood of a virgin. Blood of a virgin-"
* * *
Amanda McCanlon finally wiggled free from the rope bound around her left wrist. Then she strained to reach the tighter knots tied around her right arm. It was painfully difficult with her legs spread wide and roped to the foot of her bed.
She jerked and shivered at the slightest noise, afraid her sons would come home and find her naked with a buzzing dildo rammed up her ass. The batteries grew weak while she struggled to free her left arm. It had only a faint vibrating pulse left when she was able to reach down and pull it out.
The old house creaked and groaned as the night cooled. Each sound made her think of a door opening or footsteps in the hall. Amanda sweated profusely, not knowing what she would say if her sons should find her bound in bed with the smell of cunt still on her lips.
Dawn glowed outside before she could free her feet. The boys still weren't home and she began to worry about them. There were dozens of places on the farm where they might hide, but Cal and Cody had never stayed out all night before.
Amanda staggered into the bathroom, weak and trembling after long hours in bondage. She filled the tub with hot water and soaked away her dull pains. An hour passed and the sun was up when she emerged. Cal and Cody had still not come home.
It was like them to hide out for a while when they were in trouble, waiting for things to cool down. The boys had never done anything so wicked as what she had witnessed in the barn-Melissa dangling while they jacked their cocks and gushed jism.
Mrs. McCanlon thought back to that moment and wondered what she should do when they did gather courage enough to face her. Amanda knew that Melissa was not the sweet, innocent little girl she pretended to be. But Cal and Cody had gone well beyond normal limits. She would have to say or do something.
Her husband was better able to handle the boys. Amanda found them difficult now they'd grown. Climbing out of the soothing warm tub, she saw flashing visions of their naked cocks jetting cum.
She blushed and felt guilty. Seeing their cocks stiff and throbbing excited her strangely. Amanda winced and tried to block sinful thoughts from her mind.
Cal and Cody weren't little boys anymore, she thought. Not where it really mattered. She kept seeing their cocks even when she clamped her eyes tightly closed. Lewd visions of incest haunted her tortured mind. How could she face her sons in the flesh knowing that deep down she was horny enough to fuck them both?
Cal and Cody walked into the house a short time later. Amanda was dressed, sitting and waiting for them, tension straining her soft features. Her own feelings of guilt had boiled to the point of rage. She blamed her sons for all that had happened, even her own latent impulse toward incest.
Amanda had decided to cleanse herself by punishing them severely. She expected them to act guilty and fearful when they came in, somber and contrite with heads hanging down to avert her accusing gaze.
But they came through the kitchen door chuckling, so relaxed and content it seemed nothing unusual could have happened, certainly nothing they had to be ashamed of or apologize for.
Cal grinned when he saw her and said, "Hi, Mom. What's for breakfast?"
"B-b-breakfast?" Amanda asked. "How can you even think about breakfast?"
"I guess we're hungry," Cody said with a shrug. They had missed supper the night before, and the long night with Mrs. Brandon had sapped their strength. Walking back home in the morning light, dressed in ragged overalls and faded blue shirts, the boys agreed to act perfectly innocent. Knowing what their mother had done with Melissa, they didn't think she would even mention what had happened the day before.
"Where have you been all night?" Amanda asked.
"Out," Cal said flatly.
"Not with Melissa, I hope."
"No, not with Melissa," Cody said. But a wry, boyish grin hinted that there was more-something he plainly did not plan to tell his mother.
She glared and said, "Go to your room! Both of you! Drop your pants and get ready for a spanking you'll never forget!"
Amanda pushed back from the kitchen table. Now they could see she was holding their father's best leather belt clenched hard in the trembling fist of her right hand.
Cal said, "Whoa! We ain't little boys anymore. Put the belt away, Mom."
"You think what you did to Melissa makes you big, strong men?"
"Big enough," Cal said with steely calm. "Too big for you to whip anyway. Get busy and fix breakfast, we got work to do in the fields."
Mrs. McCanlon's arm wavered, trailing the belt across the kitchen floor. The boys had grown. All summer they tended the crops while Jack worked away from home to help support their farm.
Oh, how they had grown, she thought with a nervous twinge. Visions of their cocks still flashed through her mind. They were grown men where it mattered most, and Amanda knew she did not strength enough to handle them both if they defied her.
"Your dad's big enough to whip you both," she said sharply.
"Yeah, but he ain't here," Cody said, his odd, impish grin growing wider.
"He will be this weekend, and if I tell him what you did to Melissa-"
"You do that," Cal said. "And we'll tell him how you like eating cunt. How you got a toy cock bigger than his to play with while he's gone!"
"Oh, my God! You saw that?"
"Yeah, and we saw how much you enjoyed it. Begging Melissa to make you cum again. We'll tell dad about that and see whose ass he wants to whip."
"You little bastard!" Amanda's hand blurred and slapped the leather belt hard across the side of Cal's face. He howled and reeled, grabbing the belt before she could recover her balance.
"Goddamn you! Let go!"
He yanked on the belt and brought her lurching toward him, turning and tumbling into Cal's waiting arms. He grabbed her from behind and easily wrenched the belt from her small hand.
His arms circled beneath hers from behind. Cal's hands clamped on his mother's lush tits and kneaded them roughly.
"You shouldn't have strapped me like that," he snarled. "Makes me real hot!"
Cal gave her heaving tits another rough squeeze and humped his hardening cock at her.
"The heat's gone straight from my cheek to the head of my cock. You feel it? You see what you did?"
Cody muttered and turned his head away. In full light and normal clothes, he felt like a nervous kid again.
"Cal, you're gonna get us in shit so deep we'll never get out," Cody said. "Worse than fucking Melissa's mother!"
"You fucked Mrs. Brandon?" Amanda asked, feeling her knees go weak as tremors of lewd delight twisted down from her tits to her anxious cunt.
"We sure did! Both of us! I told you, we ain't little boys anymore!" Cal pushed Amanda toward her bedroom, fondling her big tits and prodding her with a stiff cock that made her ass squirm.
"Cody, make him stop!" The younger boy was her last hope.
"Don't listen to her. Go get the box."
"What box?" Amanda asked. Cal was pushing her down the hall, twirling his thumbs around her plump nipples, swollen hard beneath her blouse and bra.
Cody watched, his mouth gaping, torn between boyish fears and manly desires. Cal went around the corner and out of sight down the hall.
"We know why Melissa tied you up," Cal said.
His moist lips brushed and tingled her ear. His hot breath flowed into the sensitive hollow.
"Her mom-likes bondage. That guy she's been fucking has a whole footlocker full of sex toys. We carried it home because we know you like it too."
"N-n-no!" Amanda stumbled blindly into her bedroom, eyes winced tightly shut. Cal gave a shove and pushed her to the far side of the room.
"Drop your skirt and your panties," he said. "Get ready for a whipping you'll never forget!"
"Cal, you can't do this! I'm your mother!"
"You're a cunt-sucking, artificial cock-fucking slut! You try to slap me around instead of cooking breakfast. You got a lot to learn, bitch! And now I'm big enough to teach. Get your ass naked or I'll whip the clothes right off your back."
Amanda whimpered and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor.
"Panties, too!" Cal screamed, flicking the broad, hand-tooled leather belt back and forth by his side.
She turned to face the wall and pushed her panties down to her knees. Amanda felt guilty enough to accept a hard spanking, but prayed her son would stop at that.
"We settle this now and dad don't have to know what we've done," Cal said, flailing the air with his father's belt again.
"I don't want him to know!" Amanda moaned. Her husband was a jealous man. If he knew she played with a buzzing dildo while he was gone, he'd be furious. If he knew she'd been thrilled by having sex with another female, that would be even worse.
"But a good whipping is all I deserve," she sobbed.
Cal was in no mood to accept conditions. He lashed the belt across his mother's ripe ass and smirked at the sound of the ringing loud crack.
Her shrill scream mixed with the echo of smarting leather on her soft flesh.
Amanda yelped and whirled, her back to the wall, hands clenched hard on her burning ass-cheeks. Cal swung again and blazed the belt across the top of her richly furred cunt-mound.
Amanda shrieked in horror, shocked that her son would dare whip so close to her pussy; and stunned silent when she looked in the mirror and saw red welts printed boldly across her quivering loins.
"Now take off your blouse and bra," Cal said.
"No! I won't do that!" The way he leered at her naked, whipped cunt was bad enough.
"Don't tell me no," he said, sharply biting off each word. "I want to see your tits. They're a lot bigger than Mrs. Brandon's. Fact is, you're better looking all around."
Amanda raised her head, smiling faintly, and began to unbutton her blouse.
"You better whip my tits too," she said.
"I sucked 'em when I was a baby, and you didn't mind. So'd Cody. Seems I can remember a time when you had one of us sucking on each side."
Amanda had nursed both her boys far longer than most women do. Her blush deepened, wondering now if that was because her tits craved stimulation. She wondered if her unseemly desires started when they were that young?
CHAPTER SIX
Cody came into the bedroom, hunched by the weight of Carl's heavy footlocker. He saw his mother stark-naked, shivering against the wall, hands hanging limply at her sides.
She saw Cody's gaping look and turned to face the wall, wracking sobs of shame as hot pain made it seem as if her pulsing veins had filled with boiling oil.
Simmering cunt-juice seeped from her pussy. It sheened in her dense growth of coppery cunt-hair, reeking the scent of unsatisfied female desire. Amanda could not help it, but the sharp sensations of pain and pleasure seemed much alike in her anguished mind.
Cody shook his head. His hands went slack and the heavy wooden chest full of sex toys crashed to the floor. The lid opened and Amanda sucked in a startled gasp, when she saw the things inside.
"Give me that dog collar," Cal said. Cody handed it to his older brother without saying a word. The broad leather strap was studded with chrome rivets and fitted with a buckle that could be secured by a padlock. Cal ringed his mother's neck with the wide collar and clicked the lock. A chain ran down between her lush tits.
"Now the bondage bra," Cal said. It was a studded leather harness with straps arranged to ring a woman's tits. He adjusted the half-cones to make Amanda's large tits bulge invitingly through the open ends.
She whimpered and sobbed, her tits throbbing in the constricting device. Her plump nipples swelled painfully hard and her pussy creamed as though cunt-juice was being squeezed out of her.
"Waist cincher," Cal said like a surgeon asking for instruments during a delicate operation. The waist cincher was a broad strap he circled and locked tight around her slender waist, accenting the narrow middle of Amanda's gorgeous figure even more.
A triangle of studded black leather reached down from the front of the waist cincher like the cup of an athletic supporter. Two narrow straps hung from the leather pussy-shield and buckled to the waistband behind her. Cal pulled them tight enough to put creases in Amanda's bountiful ass-cheeks and spread the natural cleft between them.
Cody looked increasingly worried. Cinched and bound in the kinky black leather devices, their mother looked sexy as hell. And she seemed to know it. Her watery eyes kept flicking to the mirror and something almost like a smile began to curve her soft lips.
The younger boy worried that his brother would not be able to resist fucking her, and the idea of incest filled his mind with revulsion.
"Now the maid's outfit!"
The outfit started with a lacy white cap which Cal perched on the top of her head. Then a short black satin skirt that barely covered the wedge of leather bound over her cunt and the straps that spread her ass-cheeks. And finally a white apron with a ruffled bib not wide enough to conceal her thrusting nipples. They peeked out at the sides of the frilly apron.
"Now don't she look sweet?" Cal asked his younger brother. "The fucking Brandons ain't the only ones who got a maid now."
Cody answered with an uneasy laugh, hoping all Cal wanted to do was shame their mother for not cooking them breakfast.
"Yeah, now let's eat. I'm starved!" He grabbed her neck chain and started to lead Amanda toward the kitchen.
Cal grinned and followed along, pausing to get something else from the open footlocker. It looked like a portable radio with a telescoping wire antenna.
In the hall, Amanda gulped and regained some of her composure.
"You can collar me like a dog," she said. "And you can dress me like a maid, but I won't be your slave. I'm still your mother!"
Cal grinned behind her and pressed a red button on his radio-like control box. Electric shocks sparked into his mother's tits and cunt. The chrome studs that ringed her protruding nipples and flanked her puffy cunt-lips were part of a remote control electronic device, like the ones used to train hunting dogs.
"Aaagghhh!" Amanda gasped as the stinging current pulsed through her tits and cunt. She staggered and felt her knees get weak. At the same time, her most tender flesh came alive with an outrageous tingle of desire.
"And I've got the power set low right now," Cody said, calmly turning up the dial on the little black box. "You wanna feel a jolt that'll knock you on your ass?"
"No!" Amanda groaned. "Please, no!"
"Good thing you remembered to say please," Cal said, briefly touching the button to give his mother another quick jolt.
"Yeeeow!" She stopped in her tracks, numbed by the pulsing current. Another second at that power setting and she would have slumped to the floor.
"Now, what's for breakfast?" Cal asked in a menacing tone.
"W-w-what would you like, dear?"
"Ham and eggs over easy," he told her.
Cody thought this was fun. "I'd rather have sausage and eggs scrambled."
"You boys decide," Amanda said sweetly.
"Today you make both," Cal said. "I want pancakes with mine."
"I'd rather have hot biscuits and gravy," Cody said just to be contrary. He really liked being able to tell his mother what to do.
They led her into the kitchen and locked the loose end of her neck chain to a pipe in back of the stove.
"Make coffee first," Cal said dropping into a chair at the kitchen table. He sat smiling, feasting his eyes on his mother's ripe body and her erotic restraints.
"I'd rather have tea," Cody said, even though he didn't like tea. "With lemon."
"We don't have a lemon," she said, trembling in anticipation of another shock.
"Our maids can't even keep the pantry supplied," Cal said, his finger poised over the red button. "What a useless bitch!"
"Cream and sugar will be okay," Cody said. He didn't want things to get too far out of hand.
"Bullshit! You want lemon, you get lemon." Cal gave his mother another brief shock.
Amanda began to squirm. The lower power setting stimulated her tits and cunt-slit like seductive caresses.
"W-w-we don't have a lemon," she said.
"Then get one," Cal said. "Walk down to the Brandons' house and ask to borrow a lemon. I'm sure their maid keeps the house better supplied."
"I can't go outside like this!" Amanda sobbed, raising her hands to her tits. Her naked, jutting nipples still tingled from the teasing mild shock.
"Yeah," Cal said. "You ain't properly dressed to visit the neighbors. You're barefoot! Get a pair of shoes. Your best black heels. Then go get a lemon!"
"Cal, this has gone far enough! I am not going anywhere in this outfit. Aaaggh! Ungh!" Her body twitched and jerked in violent spasms. "All right! I'll do what you want. I'll do anything you want!"
"That's better," Cal said, releasing the red button. Cody looked deeply troubled, but he said nothing.
Amanda walked down the road to the Brandons' big house like a zombie. She crossed her arms and covered her nipples, but could think of no other way to hide her terrible shame.
Cal had taken off her dog collar but warned her that the electronic device had a range of two miles.
"If you aren't back real soon to fix breakfast like we want, I start zapping and cranking up the dial."
She was thankful there were no cars on the road, but Amanda knew she would have to face someone when she knocked on The Brandons' door. Her anguished mind ran through all the various possibilities.
Melissa had said her father was away on business. Amanda would not have to face him, but that eased her mind only a little. The girl would be there, freshly fucked and maybe being sucked by her mother if all Cal had told her about his wicked scheme was true.
And they claimed to have fucked Mrs. Brandon. Both of them. In hideous costumes, Cal said. They chained Alicia on her knees, forced her to suck their cocks and swallow their cum, then they fucked her and filled her tor-Pi tured mind with a frightening story about Satan's cum and the blood of virgin.
Mrs. McCanlon could not believe the boys were capable of such vicious depravity. But her lush tits were bound in a bizarre leather bra and her pussy cringed in a leather cup she knew could deliver an awful shock. There had to be some truth to their awful tale. They had to have been to the Brandon house the night before, she thought.
She grew more fearful and distraught with each step she took. Amanda stopped where the Brandons' long curving driveway met the road, determined not to take another step. Cal must have been watching from the kitchen window at home. She felt a stinging shock burn across her chest from tit to tit, down to clash with jangling current that made her pussy clench and squirm somewhere between unbearable pain and outrageous desire.
Walking up the long gravel drive that curved toward the palatial country home, Amanda conjured up fearful images of a mother and daughter crazed by torture and sexual abuse.
Amanda knocked softly, glad there weren't police cars parked in front of the house. That would not have surprised her, but Alicia Brandon did when she opened the front door.
The woman was stunning, with platinum blonde hair elaborately styled, not a strand out of place. She wore a long, elegant nightgown, collared and cuffed with luxurious fur the same shade as her hair.
"Good morning," Alicia said in a smooth, sultry deep voice. "Aren't you a bit early for Halloween?"
Amanda blushed so that her cheeks burned, but her shame was off-set by a cooling rush of relief. Mrs. Brandon did not look the least little bit like a woman who had been brutally raped and tortured.
"I-I lost a bet," Amanda said. "I have to spend all day as a maid." That was all she could think of to explain her outrageous attire.
"How nice," Alicia said as though faintly amused. "Your sons won the bet, I suppose."
"Er, yes. Yes, they did." Amanda quaked at mention of them, dreading that Mrs. Brandon might say next.
"My husband has always wished we had a son to carry on the family business. You must be so proud of your boys."
"Ooooh, y-y-yes. Very proud."
"It's so much more difficult raising a girl," Alicia said. "I worry about her constantly."
"S-s-she's all right, isn't she?"
"Of course. Why do you ask?"
Amanda could think of nothing to say. Her relief was overwhelming. All Cal and Cody had told her about bondage and bizarre sez had to have been a lie. Then her tit harness and pussy-shield fired mild shocks that made her body shiver and seethe with unnatural desire.
"I-would like to borrow a lemon," Amanda said.
"A lemon? I think we have one. Come with me to the kitchen and we'll see. Things aren't quite normal in the house today, I'm afraid."
Amanda felt her blood turn cold. "Nothing serious I hope."
"Serious? It's complete chaos! Our maid quit without giving notice. She ran off sometime during the night. It's so hard to find faithful servants these days."
"I wouldn't know about that," Amanda said.
Alicia led her to a huge kitchen. Polished copper cookware that must have cost a fortune decorated the walls. A butcher block table big enough to hold a whole steer dominated the center of the room.
Amanda stood in the doorway, eyes wide with envy.
"Are lemons kept in the refrigerator?" Alicia asked. "I've never had to cook a meal. Vance has pampered me so."
Lucky you, Amanda thought. He gives you all this and you repay him by fucking with the servants when he's away.
Alicia looked in a four-door refrigerator filled with expensive foods.
"No lemons," she said with a shrug. "Be a dear and look in the pantry."
The pantry was an adjoining room stocked like a small supermarket. Amanda walked in and felt on the wall by the door for a light switch.
She blinked when the lights snapped on, startled because she had not yet found the switch.
"AAahhh," said a rumbling male voice. "You've found a new maid already, Alicia?"
Amanda's eyes fluttered, slowly adjusting to a glaring bright light beamed at her face. She saw a hulking man harnessed in studded black leather, a huge cock dangling through a stud-rimmed hole in the crotch of the outfit.
His black leather mask was molded like a human face, with sharp features and a sinister grin. He wore high black boots and gloves with flaring gauntlets-and in one hand he held a coiled whip.
"Yes," Alicia said. "For some reason those nasty little boys down the road sent her to us."
"That's only fair after what they did to you last night, darling. Dressing up in those outlandish outfits, forcing you to suck their cocks and fuck them both!"
The man strode toward her from the shadowy back of the room, letting the long braided lash uncoil from the gloved fist of his right hand.
"Ooooh, God," Amanda gasped. "Then what they said was true?"
"Yes, you luscious wench! And what exquisite torment it was! For young virgin males, your boys have wonderful imaginations. And wonderfully hot young cocks, I might add."
Alicia grabbed Mrs. McCanlon's arms from behind, wrenching them back to snap on a pair of fur-padded handcuffs. The jaws snapped tightly shut without her feeling the bite of cold steel.
Amanda's mouth gaped and her widened eyes gawked at the huge cock dangling out of the leather harness. It had to be Carl, the stableman, the brawny young giant Cal and Cody deceived and sent to fuck poor little Melissa. The spike-studded leather harness and huge cock were exactly as they had described them.
"D-d-did you fuck Melissa?" Amanda asked with shuddering concern. Thoughts of that much cock-meat plunging into a young virgin made the woman cringe.
"No," Alicia said, circling to face her fearful neighbor. "Carl whipped her, but he didn't fuck her. He lost his nerve and ran off with Hilda. Neither one of them really liked satisfying my unusual urges."
Amanda's eyes flashed back to the masked man snaking the whip back and forth on the tiled kitchen floor, then to Mrs. Brandon, who grinned like a cat teasing a mouse.
"You said Carl ran off."
"Yes, he did. And my dear husband came home."
Vance Brandon pulled off the black leather mask and stood grinning, silver-haired and distinguished.
"I share my wife's passion for unusual pleasure," Vance said. "But I never expected your sons to provide us with such a treat!"
Alicia laughed like a lewd witch. "Make her suck my cunt, Vance. I'm still dribbling cum from her sons' cocks. Young boys have so much jism! Make her lick me clean."
"Of course, darling. You know how I hate sticking my cock into another man's cum, and I do want to fuck you later today."
His arm lashed out and the long whip swirled with an ominous hiss and coiled around Amanda's ankles like a snake.
Brandon yanked his arm back. Amanda felt the coils tighten, then her legs were jerked from beneath her.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, the woman had no way to keep her balance or break her fall. She fell hard on her ass. Her breath gushed and she began to sob, pained by the straps that creased her ass-cheeks and chilled by the cold tile floor.
"On your knees, wench! My wife wants her cunt licked!"
Alicia stood over her, smiling as she opened the front of her elegant fur-trimmed nightgown.
"Cal and Cody shaved my pussy bald," she said. "So you can lick and suck me without getting hair in your mouth. Wasn't that sweet of them?"
Amanda moaned, badly shaken by the fall and the shock of the way things had turned. Cal and Cody had fucked Alicia, but she and her husband treated it like a joke!
Vance Brandon stopped chuckling when Amanda refused to lick his wife's hairless, cum-dripping cunt. He lashed the whip across her back.
"Suck it!" Vance gasped. "I know it won't be the first time you've eaten cunt. I had a talk with Melissa this morning."
"Ooooh, God! She made me do that!"
"Yes, and I'm making you do this! Those kids of yours filled my wife's cunt, and I want it clean!" He lashed hard across her back twice more.
Amanda screamed, writhing on the slick tile floor, stung by the two welts that blazed across her back and by sparking shocks from her electronic restraints. Cal was getting impatient and adding to her torment.
She struggled onto her knees, wincing and sobbing as the pulsing current fused with the burning hot pain of her welts. Alicia's shaved pussy was seeping cum. Cum glossed her sleek cunt lips and trickled down her smooth, shapely thighs.
Nerve-tingling shocks pulsed faster from her belt and bra. Amanda's seething disgust dissolved into tremors of desire. The taut braided lash struck across her back once again and she convulsed with a violent hunger.
Amanda threw her head forward and kissed Alicia's hairless cunt-slit, not caring that it dribbled the creamy, salty taste of cum, not caring that the cum came from her young sons and not caring about anything but her own need for pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amanda McCanlon liked eating cunt. Lewd little Melissa taught her to like cunt-licking. But the girl's young cherry cunt had had a delicate taste of musk even when her pussy-juice simmered and frothed under a lapping tongue.
Alicia's sleek, freshly shaved cunt reeked a more potent scent. The taste came sharp and strong, burning across Amanda's tongue with a fiery heat that matched the tangle of welts that blazed on her hunched back.
Vance Brandon did not spare the lash. His arm hurled back and blurred forward each time Amanda rocked her head to gulp breath.
"Suck!" Vance screamed as the whip struck and scorched her soft flesh. "Suck, wench! Lick her clean!"
Ecstatic gulps and moans mixed with her shrilling screams. Amanda's pussy swelled and strained, sparked by shocks of intense stimulation. She wrenched her cuffed wrists, wishing she could get her hands on her cunt and tease her jangled clit over the brink into rapturous climax.
Her own seeping cunt-juice puddled on the tiled kitchen floor between her knees, wafting up more pungent pussy-scent. Amanda licked and slurped, sucking down creamy cum she knew had pumped from her sons' pricks only a short time before.
Amanda had not tasted jism before. Even when she sucked her loving husband's magnificent cock, she stopped short of that. Now the slimy hot taste delighted her senses, and knowing creamy stuff came from her sons somehow made it all the more exciting.
She thrust her tongue deep and made Alicia moan.
"You eat pussy with more passion than my former maid," Alicia said. "That's because I'm giving her the lash,"
Vance said with a smile.
"Or because she-likes sucking the cum of her bad little boys," Alicia said.
"Which is it, wench? Does the whip make your mouth and your pussy burn? Or do you dream of sucking cum from your own kids?"
"I don't know." Amanda would not admit she'd been fascinated by visions of their anxious young cocks spurting in the barn.
She gulped and sucked Alicia's cunt, thrusting and twisting her tongue, wishing that she had handled the whole thing differently. If she'd taken the boys into the house instead of Melissa, she could have taught them about sex. Her squishing cunt could have been first to feel the heat of their lust.
Amanda's neglected pussy clenched and squirmed. If she had fucked her horny boys, nothing would have happened. No ropes and chains. No stinging whip and no pain. But the shame of incest held her back, and now Amanda was made to suffer in ways she thought were even more depraved.
Alicia sensed the woman's distress and could not resist adding to it.
"That's really the devil's cum you're sucking," she said. "Satan drove your sons to me. Taste his hot cum and the fires of hell will burn in your cunt forever."
"I don't care!" Amanda cried. Alicia's variation on the fanciful tale the boys had told the night before did not frighten Amanda. She already suspected it was true. The taste of cum and stimulating electrical shocks had her pussy raging with desire that seemed insatiable.
She thrust deep with a lusty grunt, hooked her tongue in Alicia's cunt and drew back. The elegant beauty so addicted to perversion pumped her shaved pussy at Amanda's anxious mouth.
"Eat me!" Alicia screamed. "Eat my cunt and make me cum!"
She clawed her hands through Amanda's auburn hair, sliding down to her leather-bound tits.
They were grunting and moaning in unison now, molding soft flesh in the heat of depraved desire. Alicia snugged her fingers around the jutting tips of Amanda's lush tits and twirled her nipples, forgetting about the shocks fired into her tits from metal contacts inside the leather bra.
Pulsing current sparked through them both. That was all it took to send Alicia over the brink into orgasm. The electronic shocks were wonderfully intense. Vance dropped the whip and watched them cum together-his wife and their new maid.
* * *
Cal had the dial on the remote control shocking device turned all the way up. His thumb pressed so long and hard on the button that his knuckles turned white.
"Jeez! How can she stand it?" Cal asked, angrily tossing the black box away. "I thought she'd be back by now, so hot that she'd want us both to fuck her."
"Somebody else might be working on her," Cody said. He was looking out their kitchen window toward the Brandon house, checking the place with binoculars.
"What do you mean?"
"Mr. Brandon's car is back."
Cal went to the window, took the glasses and checked for himself. "Holy shit! You think he's getting even for what we did last night?"
"Hell, yes. You want to fuck our mother, why shouldn't he?"
Cal's jealousy flared. He wanted his mother, but a cruel stunt meant to subdue her seemed to have delivered Amanda into the hands of another man.
"Wait!" Cal said, scanning the front of the house. "The door's opening. Somebody's coming out right now."
"Is it mom?"
"No, it ain't mom," Cal said. "Take a look." He handed the binoculars back to his younger brother.
Melissa's long blonde hair shimmered in the morning light, flouncing far down her back as she started walking toward their farmhouse.
She looked sweet and innocent in her frilly pink dress, but her face was taut with a mischievous grin.
"Holy shit," Cody said. "What's she want?"
"I don't know what she wants. But I know what she's gonna get."
Melissa came over, knocked on their front door and stood smiling when Cal opened it wide.
"My Daddy whipped your bitch mother and made her lick your cum from my mother's cunt," she said as though it all pleased her greatly.
"Why are you telling me?" Cal asked.
"So you won't think you're so damn smart. My mom and dad know all about the crazy costumes you wore. And that story about Satan's cum-"
"Does your daddy know what Carl did to you last night?" Cal asked.
"Carl didn't fuck me, if that's what you're thinking." Melissa walked in through the open door, bold and brazen as could be. "A lowly servant wouldn't dare."
"But we heard you screaming," Cody said.
"Only because I got whipped. Then Carl ran off with Hilda. He's always liked her better than my mother. And neither of them really liked the kinky things my parents do."
"What kinky things?" Cody asked anxiously.
Melissa grinned, and Cal closed the front door while waiting for an answer.
"Well, right now they have your mother tied on a butcher block table. Dad's got his cock in her. Mom's fucking her ass on your mother's tongue, and that zapper thing you've been using makes them all really hot!"
"And you're still cherry?" Cal asked.
"Pure as the day I was born," Melissa said.
"Why'd you come here?" Cody asked. He could see the vicious lewd gleam flashing in his brother's narrowed eyes and knew Melissa was about to suffer worse than she had in their barn.
"I want you two down on your knees," she told them. "I want you to kiss my ass!"
"Fat chance," Cal sneered. "We got you, baby. And we're gonna do what we want."
"My daddy would get real mad if you hurt me!" Melissa gasped. "He might do really awful things to your mother."
"You little bitch," Cal said.
"And Amanda says your dad will be home tonight. What do you think he'll do when he hears you sent your mother to my house to get fucked like a slave?"
Cody shuddered.
"Kiss my ass or your mother will come home with hers branded. And I mean branded with a hot iron!"
Melissa turned and hiked up her pink skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, so they could see the red welts and paddle marks on her ass-cheeks.
"Kiss my ass! You first, Cal. Stick your tongue in and lick my shit."
Cal stood fuming and Cody said, "We gotta do what she wants to get mom back."
"Yeah, we're gonna do what she wants. But we aren't kissing her ass!" Cal grabbed the girl's arms from behind, wrenching her hands from her skirt.
"Aaaggghhh! Let go of me! Son of a bitch!" Cal dragged her toward his mother's bedroom.
"You're gonna get fucked!" he said. "That's what you really want. Carl wouldn't do it, so you came down here!"
"N-n-no! Not for that!"
"We hard you howling a long time after the whip stopped," Cal said. "That's because Carl got you hot and then he walked away. You couldn't stand that. You heard us fucking your mother and your little cunt went crazy!"
"No! Damn you! Let me go!"
Cal laughed and pushed her into the bedroom.
"Carl went off with Hilda. We fucked your mother. Now your dad's fucking our mother and you're crazy jealous. Seems like nobody wants bitchy little Melissa."
She sobbed because Cal had struck a vein of truth. Her ego had suffered a massive blow when Carl turned and walked away. And when her father found her, still in bondage that morning, he showed no great concern. He didn't send the police after Carl as she had begged him to do.
Cal whirled Melissa around and grabbed the front of her dress. Then he gave her a shove. She lurched back toward the bed and her dress tore. The girl fell naked across their mother's bed with a loud wail.
The boys saw the patterned welts that crisscrossed her small body. Carl had whipped her all right. Whipped her real good! Her little tits and pussy-mound were still blazing red.
"Don't seem like your daddy cares much what happens to you," Cal said, grinning and smacking his lips. "If he let Carl get away with almost whipping your hide off-"
"My daddy loves me!" she cried. "And he has your mother! Don't forget that!"
"Yeah," Cal said. "He's got her. We got you. That's what us dirt farmers call a standoff."
"But our mother's getting fucked," Cody said, gathering courage. "And she ain't been fucked yet. That don't seem right to me, Cal."
"Don't seem right to me either."
He grabbed Melissa's long blonde hair and yanked her head up.
"Where's that dildo she rammed up mom's ass?"
"Right here," Cody said. "The batteries are dead though."
"There's new ones in the toy chest," Cal said. "Get that big fucker buzzing again."
Melissa moaned. "Please don't fuck me with that!"
"Why not? Because you'd rather have a real cock?"
"No!" Melissa didn't really know what she wanted. Something drove her to tease and torment the boys that morning, although deep down she knew she couldn't get away with it.
"Admit it!" Cal screamed. "You came down here to get fucked. Your mom got it, our mom's getting it, and you want it!"
"All right, maybe I do! But not with a plastic toy."
Cal laughed at her sobbing admission. "Don't worry, that's for your ass. Remember, you wanted us to kiss it? Well, we're gonna kiss it real deep!"
"Oooh, no!" Melissa groaned.
Cody had new batteries in the dildo, which buzzed like an angry swarm of bees.
"Grease it with some of that red devil stuff," Cal said.
"Sure, Cal!" Cody remembered how it had made Mrs. Brandon's pussy burn. "I'll smear on a lot so it slides in real smooth!"
Cal flopped Melissa over and pinned her arms.
"Watch her feet, Cody. The little bitch kicks like a mule."
"She's gonna kick even more when she feels this!" Cody said, teasing the red tip of the plastic cock around the taut rim of her ass-hole.
Melissa twisted and squirmed, squealing in horror.
"No, please. Not up my ass! Ungh! Aaggghhh! It's hot!"
"Hell yes, it's hot!" Cal laughed, straining to hold the wild bucking little bitch. "Gonna burn right through and heat your cunt."
The pieces of rope Melissa used to tie Amanda were still knotted around the bedposts. Cal wrestled her arms to the head of the bed and snagged one in a tight loop. Cody held her kicking feet and pushed the pulsing vibrator into her ass-hole.
"It's so hot!" Melissa screamed.
"Not as hot as your pussy will be when your cherry gets torn," Cal said, leaning across the bed to bind her other wrist.
The little blonde wailed, chilled by the bitter irony of being bound with ropes that she had prepared, burned by the peppery ointment, a buzzing dildo boring deeper into her ass-hole.
Cody took his time, tormenting her ass inch by inch.
"That's how you did it to our mother," he said.
Cal swung around to the foot of the bed. He found a pillow and stuffed it beneath the girl's whipped pussy-mound while she bucked and writhed. Then he grabbed her right foot and tied it with biting knots.
"My daddy will get you for this!" Melissa screamed, sprawled on her face, frantically kicking the one leg that wasn't tied. Cody kept a firm grip on the vibrating cock and let her wild thrashing work it deeper and deeper.
"Your daddy's gonna have our daddy to worry about," Cal said. "He ain't a big shot company president like yours-just a simple guy who kicks ass when he gets pissed."
"Yeah," Cody said, twisting the plastic cock into her like a screw. "When he hears how you and your dad fucked with our mother, it ain't gonna matter what we done."
Cal stepped away from the bed, leaving Melissa with her arms and legs tightly bound. Her writhing body arched over the pillow, stuffed beneath her pussy-mound, drilled from behind by the buzzing vibrator Cody had pushed far up her ass.
"Now look at the little bitch squirm," Cody said, laughing delightedly.
Cal was bent over the footlocker full of bondage devices, looking for something else they might use. He found a pair of tit-rings, with thumbscrews to tighten them and make the nipples bulge.
"Let's put these on her," Cal said. "Them little bitty tits of hers need something to make them stand out."
The boys laughed and went to the opposite sides of the bed, each holding a steel collar to ring a tit. They burrowed their hands under her, fondling with one hand while forcing a ring on with the other. Then they started tightening the screws.
"Yeeeow!" Melissa's tits were still very tender from a harsh whipping the night before. Now cold metal clenched around her nipples, squeezing to make them bulge.
She strained the ropes binding her arms and legs. Pain from her tortured nipples twisted down her spine like a drill. It swirled, vibrations radiating out from her ass and tits.
Cal and Cody grinned at each other and started to undress.
"Who gets her first?" Cody asked, feeling bold because of the heat in his throbbing cock.
"I do," Cal said. "I'm the oldest."
"Not by much. And my cock's bigger than yours."
Cal glared hotly. "Not by enough to matter."
"You went first with her mother."
"Yeah, and now I'm gonna pop Melissa's cherry."
Cody gave his brother a shove, catching the older boy with his overalls down. Cal staggered back and fell across the bed. A sprawling arm hammered the vibrator in Melissa's ass.
Melissa's breath gushed. Cody leaped on the bed and wrestled with his brother to keep Cal from getting into position between her bound legs. They pitched and tossed like two snarling dogs, all but crushing the girl with their combined weight.
Something hissed over their heads and they heard a ringing loud crack. It echoed like a gunshot and froze the two boys like statues.
Vance Brandon's voice boomed, "The fight's over, boys. Neither one of you gets my little girl!"
"Oh, daddy! Thank God, you're here! They were going to fuck me! They were going to break my cherry!"
"I know, dear. But I won't let them do that."
Cody jerked his head toward the door.
Mr. Brandon hauled back on the long braided lash and stood poised to strike again. The man was harnessed in studded black leather, the same outfit they had watched Carl put on the night before.
Cal pulled his pants up and made a mad dash for the bedroom window. Amanda had left it open to get the scent of reeking cunt out of the room. He kicked off the screen and scrambled out, with Cody only a step behind.
Brandon cracked the bullwhip again. It snapped so close to the younger boy's ass that Cody let out a sharp cry. Melissa started to laugh, sobbing at the same time. Now they looked like clowns trying to climb out the window with their pants falling down.
Bound as she was, Melissa could not turn her head far enough to see her father standing in the doorway directly behind her. The sound of his voice was reassurance enough.
"I told you my daddy would save me!" Melissa shouted after the boys as they dropped to the ground outside. "No Goddamn dirt farmer will ever fuck me!"
Vance Brandon stalked around to the side of the bed, calmly coiling the bullwhip in his black-gloved hand.
"Melissa, shut up!"
By then he had moved into her field of view, languidly stroking the stiff whip handle just the way Cal and Cody had jacked their cocks to shoot jism on her in the barn. Sunlight blazed through the open window and flashed off the spikes studding the harness he wore.
"Daddy? Why are you wearing that?"
"Why are you stark-naked and tied up on Mrs. McCanlon's bed?" Vance asked.
"Her boys forced me!" she cried. "You saw them fighting to be first."
"Yes, but I told you to stay in your room until I finished with Amanda. You disobeyed me. You went looking for trouble. You must know how horny those boys would be after fucking your mother."
"No, Daddy. I'm just a little girl. I didn't know they'd do this to me."
"Bullshit!" Brandon shifted his gliding hand from the whip handle to the massive cock dangling from the cup of his spike-studded harness. "I saved you from them for only one reason-"
"W-w-why?" Melissa asked.
"Because I want to be the first man to fuck you!" us
CHAPTER EIGHT
Melissa's eyes widened. Her muscles tensed with shivering uncertainty. "What did you say?"
"I said, I want to be first to fuck you." Brandon slowly stroked his massive cock, smiling behind the black leather mask.
"Daddy, nnnooo!" she moaned. "You're kidding me!"
"Would I kid at a time like this?" he asked calmly.
"But, Daddy-" Her voice strained. Her body trembled as though the big vibrator buzzing in her ass had suddenly turned to ice.
"Aren't I the most important man in your life?" Vance asked smoothly. "The one you love most? The one you absolutely adore?"
"Yes, but-"
"The one you always try to wrap around your little finger?"
Melissa had learned to flirt as a very young child. She knew how to flutter her blue eyes, to toss her long golden hair, to make her delicate features look sad and unbearably tempting when she wanted something. And Melissa almost always wanted something.
Brandon obliged her. He was a hard man in business. Ruthless and clever, but he could not resist his daughter's pleading blue eyes. He gave the girl what she wanted and received his reward-clinging hugs and ecstatic squeals of delight.
As she got older and her body ripened, Melissa learned to make her embraces all the more enticing. She knew that pressing herself against him and moving a certain way made the man tremble and go weak in the knees.
"I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time," Vance said. "That's really what started this, and why I had to have a beautiful young blonde like Hilda while your mother began amusing herself with other men. She was jealous of my attraction to you, envious of the power you had over me."
Melissa blushed, knowing she had teased her father in the most seductive ways to get what she wanted.
"I've spoiled you rotten," he said. "And this is where it all led."
"Ooooh, Daddy!" Her eyes fluttered. Her lips curved and quivered. "Please let me go! I'll be a good girl from now on!"
"I doubt that, Melissa. The habit is formed. Look at yourself in the mirror. You're doing it now-batting those big blue eyes, curving your lips into that sad, seductive little smile."
"I don't mean it that way."
"You mean it, Melissa. You know how to make yourself so very tempting. What you don't mean to do is follow through. You aren't an innocent little girl any more. Now it's like business between us. If you advertise the merchandise, you better have it ready to deliver."
Brandon climbed up on the bed between her spread legs. He stroked his huge stiff cock with a gloved hand and slanted it down to the moist, quivering lips of her cunt.
"It was kind of the boys to prepare you," he said.
"K-k-kind? I thought you'd kill them. They fucked my mother!"
"Yes, they terrified her. And now she's a better woman. She respects me. No more sneaking around with servants behind my back. She even sucks and fucks better than she did before. Cal and Cody have unleashed all the passion she had smoldering inside."
"All they've done is hurt me!"
"So far, yes. And Carl too. Whipping you and then walking away. What a shock to your ego that must have been. Worse teasing than you've done to me. But don't worry, my little darling. Daddy will make all the pain go away."
He stirred his massive cock-head around her little clit, sucking in an anxious sigh as heat from Melissa's simmering cunt made his heart race.
"D-d-does mother know what you plan to do?"
"I didn't tell her in so many words." He laughed and circled her tingling clit once again. "But she must have some idea. I wouldn't wear this outfit Carl left behind if I planned to take you to church."
Her father's throbbing cock pulsed heat into the narrow tunnel of Melissa's cunt. The vibrator purred deep in her ass-hole and had her trembling in anxious anticipation.
Feeling a real cock at the mouth of her pussy for the first time made her shudder. Chilling fear mixed and swirled with the circling heat of his meaty cock-head. Melissa's throat choked, wanting to scream in horror, but so tight and dry she could only utter a curious sigh.
Brandon worked his cock like a broad knife spreading honey on warm toast. He swept over her cunt-lips, up and down, around the button of her clit-bud, and then into the tightly clenched slot of her cherry cunt.
Melissa was glad the boys had found her facedown. She did not have to look at her father or the sinister mask and harness he had on. She only felt his cock-bigger and hotter than anything she'd imagined taking in her cunt for the first time.
"It's going to hurt!" she cried.
"Only for a little while."
"Christ, no! It's going to kill me! You're too big!"
"That's what your mother said the first time."
Brandon hunched forward, bridging over her on his hands and knees. He rocked his hips to center his pendulous cock in her cunt-slit.
"But only the first time," he said.
"You're my father!" Melissa moaned.
"Yes, and you're my little girl." Brandon chuckled and pushed until his cock-head strained the membrane of her cherry.
"Ungh! Hhhooo, Daddy-it hurts!"
"But it's what you've been wanting," he said, nudging her taut little cunt. "And I won't be as rough as those two horny boys."
Cal and Cody had hit the ground running and hadn't looked back. Then they heard Melissa's blood-curdling cry of pain. It stopped them both in their tracks.
"What the hell was that?" Cal asked.
She shrilled and squealed again.
"Sounds like he might be whipping her?"
"You hear a whip?" Cal's head cocked back toward the open window.
"No," Cody said. "No whip."
"Then what the hell is he doing to her?" Cal started back to take a look.
"Jesus Christ," Cody said. "Let's get out of here!"
"I wanna see what makes her howl and wail like that."
Cal raised his head and peered over the windowsill.
"He's fucking her!" he whispered. "No!"
"He's got his cock in her-humping to bust her cherry!"
"Goddamn! We coulda had her!"
"Yeah, but you had to start a fight."
"Well, I wanna be first once in a while."
"Ain't neither one of us gonna be first with Melissa," Cal said. "He's in her now! He just broke through!"
Cody gripped the sill and pulled himself up to take a peek. Brandon was easing his cock back out. Streaks of blood from his daughter's virgin cunt striped his long cock-shaft like a barber pole.
Vance gave a grunt and fucked her again, twisting as he plunged his mighty cock in.
"Now you're my woman, not my little girl," he said. "Now when you tease and flirt, I'm going to fuck you!"
"Ungh! Hhhoo! Aagghhh! Daddy, it still hurts!" Melissa was sobbing, pained and shocked by the loss of her cherry, stunned by the heat of his massive cock and the eerie thrill of being fucked for the first time.
Her pussy clenched in spasms, triggered by the dildo still vibrating in her ass. Brandon could feel it through the thin wall of flesh. It made her tight, terrified cunt feel more lively.
He pulled back and rammed down, grinding the spike-studded harness all over her back. Sharp little pains tingled her tender nerves, seeming to echo the straining torment of his cunt-ripping cock.
Melissa's torn cunt burned hotter than the ointment that made her ass clench and squirm. Her father's driving thrusts first tattered and then demolished her torn virgin's seal.
"She's bleeding like a stuck pig!" Cal gasped.
"I can see that!" Cody's eyes bulged when Brandon arched his back and exposed his bloody prick. "She won't be worth fucking when he's through with her."
"Bullshit! She'll be even better. Brandon must have fucked his wife hundreds of times. Carl had her too, and you remember how hot she was."
"Yeah, but she's the only cunt we ever fucked. Maybe there's better pussy we ain't never tried."
Cal nodded thoughtfully, flashing a wry little grin. "Maybe there is, little brother. And this time I'm going to let you go first."
Brandon knew the boys were watching. He could hear their startled gasps and anxious murmurs. It all added to the lewd pleasure of fucking Melissa's snug cherry cunt.
Next he would make his wife watch, when Melissa had learned to love the throbbing vigor of his big cock. That would torture the bitch more than two kids in crazy costumes. Thinking she could fuck the hired help behind his back really pissed Vance off.
He vented his lust on their daughter, drilling and twisting his cock into her. Melissa wept and moaned, writhing beneath him, feeling as though her pussy might split apart every time he rammed down.
But the pain of her seeping wound and the terrible stress of her cunt-muscles sent strange sensations of pleasure dancing out to her fingers and toes. Melissa's tortured wails dropped in pitch. She made low grunting noises when her father rammed his cock in and throaty sounds like a dove when he withdrew.
"See? I told you it would only hurt for a little while."
"Unnngh! It still hurts, but I kind of like this kind of pain."
Brandon spiked her again and dug his gloved hands under her. He felt her tits and the binding tit-rings that made her nipples bulge. He twirled the swollen nipples.
Melissa gave a deep grunt and arched her back, whirling her hips as her nipples throbbed at his touch. She met his spearing cock and clenched her pussy, rippling the walls which were strained by the intruding rod of cock-flesh.
"Oooh, Daddy! Ungh! Aaggghhh!" She shuddered as the studs of his harness depressed her soft flesh. When he ground his leather-bound loins on her ass the effect was like spurring a horse. Melissa bucked and twisted, straining the cords that bound her arms and legs.
His plunging prick probed. At first the overload of sensation registered only as pain in Melissa's anguished mind. But the worst was over. She sighed joyously and experienced a wondrous flood of sensual pleasure.
Even her torn cherry tingled and surged with eerie delight. She felt her strained muscles contract to grip his hot prick and increase the fearsome bliss of being fucked for the first time.
Her deep grunts and gasping sighs came faster, quickened by the beat of her racing heart.
"Oooh, Daddy! I'm cumming! I'm cumming with a real cock!"
Rippling contractions sucked on his long cock-shaft as it drove in. Then she clenched and strained to hold him. The loose outer skin of his cock rumpled forward as he withdrew from her hot cunt. Plunging back, taut waves of undulating muscle pushed his cock-skin toward the root and exposed his most sensitive nerves to her slinky cunt-walls.
"You have a great cunt," Vance said between groans of erotic delight.
"Better than mother's?" Melissa asked, curious and slightly jealous, as females always are.
"That's hard to say. Hers is more clever. She knows how to nurse a man's cock, to let the pleasure increase without making him cum too fast."
"But I want you to cum! I want to feel your jism shoot into me. It's not really fucking until I feel cum!"
"The little bitch! When we sprayed her with jism she acted like it was awful. Now she's begging to have him shoot off in her," Cal said.
"Women are weird," Cody said with a shrug.
"Like mom. She cries when she's real happy."
"Yeah, remember how she cried when Melissa licked her cunt?"
"You think she liked that?"
"Liked it? She loved it! You heard her begging for more!"
Cody nodded and looked tense. "Well, she got more. Now Brandon's had his cock in her."
He pulled himself up like he was doing chin-ups in the school gym and watched the man's cock whip in and out of Melissa's pussy.
"They didn't have too much time together," Cal said. "He couldn't have fucked her more than once."
Melissa arched her hips, grinding her luscious little ass on the spikes that ringed her father's leather-bound cock-roots.
"Cum!" Melissa groaned. "Oooh, Daddy! Give me your jism!"
"That's going to take a little while, darling. I just fucked Amanda and my balls don't recover as quickly as they used to!"
"You see," Cal said. "I don't think he gave her enough. Mom's pussy must still be begging for more."
"Is Amanda's cunt good?" asked her father.
"No, because until this morning she'd only fucked her husband-and that dildo buzzing in your ass-hole. She was more like a timid virgin when I ripped into her."
"I'm not timid anymore, Daddy. I love your big cock! I want you to fuck me again and again!"
"Mom's gotta be the same way," Cal said to his younger brother.
"Why tell me?" Cody asked. He got the jitters when he thought about their mother fucking another man's cock.
"We don't want her to suffer, do we?"
"Mrs. Brandon and her are probably fucking their clits together right now."
"But that's only gonna make it worse," Cal said. "Get their cunts all hot and wet with nothing inside for those rippling cunt-muscles to hold."
"Quit talking about hot, wet pussy," Cody said. "It's bad enough watching Melissa get fucked. I got a hard-on so big it hurts."
"Me too!"
"You thinking about fucking Melissa when her father gets through?"
"The way he's going, it might take all day. I want a hot pussy to fuck right now."
"I guess we could fuck Mrs. Brandon again. Tell her Melissa's finally getting fucked. That ought to make her cunt go real crazy!"
"What about a hot bitch fucking her own son?" Cal asked.
"Mrs. Brandon doesn't have a son."
"I know that, but our mother has two. You wanna be the first mother-fucker in our family."
"Nnnooo!"
"Then you're gonna be second again, because I'll bet you can't watch me fuck her without wanting some of the same."
Cody waited for Cal to start laughing, hoping what he'd said was a joke. But Cal's lewd grin never wavered.
"Maybe you're even too chicken to watch."
"I'm not chicken!"
"Then why don't you want to fuck?"
"I do! But I don't want to fuck our mother!"
"What's the big deal? We both felt her pussy before!"
"That's different! Mom won't let us fuck her!"
"Mrs. Brandon didn't want us to at first. But we did it to her," Cal said.
"Yeah, we sure did!" Cody's raging cock began to dull the voice of his conscience. "But Mom knows about the costumes we wore. She'll know it's us right off. She'll tell Dad, and then we're dead meat!"
"Maybe we can find some different outfits to wear."
Cody shook his head. "She's seen our cocks. Remember how she stared at them? She'd know it's us."
"Yeah," Cal said. "But she ain't gonna see our cocks this time. Just feel them in her cunt."
"What? We're gonna blindfold her and say there's two other guys who want to fuck her? That ain't gonna fly."
"I'll think of a way to make it work. Haven't I always come up with a plan?"
"Oh, yeah-like your plan to fuck Melissa. That worked real good!"
Inside the house, the girl wailed as her father came.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Don't stop! Fuck me full!"
"You beautiful, lewd little bitch! I'm going to fuck you all day! I'm going to fuck cum into your bloody cunt until you can't take anymore!"
"Ungh! Yes, that's what I want. I love you, Daddy! I love your big cock! The only thing better would be two cocks. A real one up my ass instead of a dildo."
"Sorry, dear. I've only got one cock and your hot little pussy is wringing that to a bloody pulp."
"Do you think Cal and Cody will be coming back soon?" Melissa asked.
"Er, no-I think they have other plans."
Brandon knew the boys were huddled outside the bedroom window, no doubt listening to every word.
"I don't want to share you with anyone right now. Maybe when they've had more experience."
"You mean when they've fucked my mother again?"
"It would be better if they fucked another woman," he said to nourish the plan he had heard Cal propose. "Your dear mother is so cock-crazy, I'm sure she would help them do that if they really wanted."
Cal looked at Cody as though a light bulb had just flashed on above his head, the way they do in the funny papers. "That's the plan!"
Vance Brandon kept fucking his sexy daughter even after she'd wrung his cock dry. Her pussy was so tight and hot, he didn't go soft.
"Incest is so wonderfully sinful," Vance said.
Brandon grinned when he heard the boys scurry away. His wife would help them, he was certain of that. Her hunger for perversion seemed insatiable.
His lusty grin widened. Brandon arched back and inched his cock out of Melissa's cunt.
"Ungh! Don't stop!" she cried. "I want to cum again!"
"You will," Vance said, cutting the ropes that bound her arms and legs. "But this time I want to look at you."
He took off the leather mask and watched Melissa turn onto her back.
The tit-rings still made her nipples bulge.
Brandon made no move to take them off. Neither did she. The pressure and pain enhanced her pleasure as did the ceaseless buzz of the cock-like dildo rooted deep in her ass-hole.
He also left on the black harness studded with nerve-tingling spikes. The effect of their prodding had reddened the welts from the harsh whipping the night before.
Then Vance noticed a pair of clips that came over his shoulders like suspenders. They were positioned above her tits when he mounted Melissa. And the clips were designed to snap over the thumbscrews on her tit-rings.
Intrigued, he snapped them on, binding her swollen nipples to the spike-studded straps so that every move of his upper body pulled and tweaked her perky little tits.
"You're going to love this," he said. "When your mother bought this outfit for Carl, do you think she imagined it would end up on me-on me and you?"
"I don't think she had any idea where all this would lead."
Vance laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
Alicia was annoyed when she heard the loud, persistent knock at the front door. She had just gotten Amanda McCanlon wrestled into her newest and most thrilling bondage device-a sensory deprivation suit.
It was like armor worn by gallant knights in days of old, but greatly oversized, padded inside with a flesh-like plastic foam that molded itself to fit the wearer. Warmed by wires like those in an electric blanket, the snug, form-fitting interior was controlled so as to match body temperature.
Inside the suit, a person did not feel hot or cold, just a lulling, neutral temperature. The padding was textured to dull the sensation of touch.
Amanda's first sensation inside the suit was one of drifting weightless in space. The next was her awareness of silence. Total and complete silence. Foam padding around her head absorbed all the sound waves. Amanda could not see, hear or feel a thing.
There were three parts of the fleshy, semirigid plastic suit that could be opened. One over each tit and one over the pussy, with the padding inside shaped to make a woman's sex organs protrude through the openings.
"Orgasms in the suit are simply out of this world," Alicia had said. "All your senses are blocked except pure sexual pleasure. All your energy, every nerve and fiber is focused on climax without any kind of distraction."
Amanda was doubting and fearful, but Alicia's lithe body was strong. It was useless to struggle against her.
"You'll love it when Vance comes back," Alicia said just before sealing the face plate that would shut out all sight and sound. "You'll have orgasms so fabulous they're hard to believe!"
Then the lid closed over her face and Amanda was alone in a dreamy world devoid of sensation. There was no way of telling how long she drifted, no way to reckon the passage of time.
Now Alicia belted her luxurious fur-trimmed robe and went to the door, anxious to be rid of whoever it was.
"Oooh, Cal and Cody! What are you doing here?"
"We came to get our mother," Cal said with a crooked little grin.
"Er, well-I'm afraid that's not possible," Alicia said. "She's not here."
"Where is she?" Cody asked. He still had terrible fears about what would happen if they fucked their mother.
"Aaah, she's gone somewhere quiet and peaceful," Alicia told them. "All that's happened around here was a bit much for her I'm afraid."
"All that's gonna happen around here ain't happened yet," Cal said. "You know Mr. Brandon is fucking Melissa at our house right now?"
Alicia staggered back, her face pale. "I-I thought he might be. She's been asking for it for a long time."
"Her cherry's been ripped all to hell," Cal said. "Cum's dripping out of her pussy like a leaky water pipe."
"Oooh, my poor baby!"
"It ain't all bad," Cal said. "You're gonna have a freshly fucked virgin to suck."
She gave him an oddly twisted grin and a knowing glance. "To complete my contract with the devil? To keep from turning into a vampire?"
"There's one more thing you gotta do," Cal said, striding boldly into the house. "The devil in me wants more."
"The devil in us all demands more," Alicia said. "No rest for the wicked, isn't that what they say in church?"
"Yeah." Cal knew by her look that she would go along with them. "Now where's this nice quiet place our mother is resting?"
Alicia turned and tossed her head. "This way, boys. Vance built a playroom in the basement."
Alicia Brandon had hungrily sucked her husband's jism from Amanda's cunt, then pressed her into the sensory deprivation suit for him to fuck again. Pleasing her husband was the only way to gain his foregiveness. Now that he was fucking their daughter, Amanda wasn't really needed.
"We gotta fix it some way so mom don't know it's us," Cal said as they descended the stairs.
"As it happens, I've already done that. She won't see or hear you. Only feel your cocks-if you're both certain that's what you want."
"I'm sure," Cal said. "And I think she wants it too."
"Yes, she does. Your mother and I had quite a talk. She hates to admit it, but her craving for unusual pleasure is far greater than mine. It's all so new to her."
She opened the door to a basement room outfitted for bondage.
Cal walked into the basement room and glanced around at all the exotic devices it contained-some authentic replicas of ancient torture devices, others ultra-modern, like exercise machines made of gleaming chrome and modified to distort the female body into unusual postures for pleasure.
"Where's Mom?"
"There." She pointed to the flesh-colored, vaguely female form of the sensory deprivation suit. "You don't need to whisper. Shout if you like, she can't hear a thing."
Cal circled the faceless, semi-human shape.
"Looks like an astronaut ready to blast off," he said. "But there's no tits to suck. No pussy to fuck. What the hell good is it?"
"You want tits? I'll give you tits." Alicia opened the cone-shaped covers over Amanda's lush tits. They bulged through the circular openings, plump nipples just starting to swell.
Inside the isolation suit, Amanda felt the chill as her tits were exposed. That was all she could feel. Only her luscious big tits flashed sensory messages to her brain. She languished in the silent black void that surrounded the rest of her body.
Cal stared at the glorious pair of tits he'd been aching to suck since watching Melissa put his mother in bondage.
"You sure she can't hear us?" Cody asked.
"She can't see or hear you," Alicia said again. "And she can't feel anything except where her skin is exposed. All her senses are focused there."
"That's kinky," Cal said. "That's really kinky! Hey, Mom-you remember how I sucked your tits when I was little?"
She couldn't hear him, but Amanda did feel warm lips circle her nipple. A tongue flicked the ruddy big tit-nub and she felt a flash of lewd pleasure explode inside her head.
A moment later another pair of lips sucked on her other tit. She felt another shocking rush of sensation. Amanda knew right away who it was. A vivid image of Cal and Cody sucking her tits as babies flashed before her eyes like something on a movie screen.
But they weren't babies anymore. She had seen their cocks naked and jetting cum. That vision persisted even when her conscience raged. Amanda's pussy clenched and squirmed.
The dome-shaped cover shielding her cunt popped open and she felt another shuddering sensation of heat and cold. A hand settled on the ripe hump of her cunt-mound and a finger curiously circled her clit.
She knew in a flash that it was Cody's hand. He was always the shy one. But his twirling finger made her clit swell and strain with throbbing desire. Amanda heaved a thankful moan, glad that only her tits and cunt were exposed to stimulation. If she had seen her boys sucking her tits and getting ready to ram their cocks into her, she might well have lost her nerve.
In the peaceful void, Amanda responded only to sensations of pleasure. And she responded more intensely than ever before. She felt a fleshy cock-head stir her cut and center itself in her cunt-slit.
Amanda shivered ecstatically inside the suit, feeling all the heat of frustrated desire settle itself in her tits and pussy. Then the unseen cock stabbed into her, burning deep to make her frenzied cunt-muscles writhe with delight.
Deprived of her other senses, Amanda's cunt became keenly aware of everything. She could measure the length of the stabbing thrusts and feel the furious heat of exploding young lust inside her pussy.
Cody was astride her, sucking and fucking like a young demon. It wasn't like fucking his mother. He had no reservations. He was just fucking a cunt he'd known and loved all his life.
Mother and son had a thrilling climax together, a grinding orgasm of newly unleashed desire. Then Cal took his turn, driving his cock into her cunt with even more frenzied thrusts. Amanda wept and moaned in isolation, cum-ming again and again as her lusty boys traded off.
They each fucked her four times. Amanda quickly lost count of the fabulous orgasms that came almost nonstop. How long it went on she had no way to know. She was lost in a swirling black void of eerie bliss.
* * *
Jack McCanlon came home late, tired after a hard week of work and a long drive from a distant construction site. Amanda met him at the door, dressed as he'd never seen her before-in skimpy black bikini panties and a strapless bra with open-tipped cups that made her plump nipples bulge. Over that she wore a filmy black nightgown that veiled her sweeping curves.
"What's all this for?" he asked with a curious grin.
"Oooh," she said. "I got to thinking while you were gone. Our sex life had gotten rather dull."
Amanda hugged him and humped her lush ripe pussy-mound against his hardening cock.
"Er, wait," Jack said. "What about Cal and Cody? I don't want them to see you like this. They're horny enough as it is."
"I know," she said, grinning like a sly conspirator. "They're spending the night with friends."
"Then we don't have to hold back because of the kids," he said, sweeping aside her nightgown to fondle her tits, twirling the plump, dark nipples that bulged from the cups of her bra.
"We don't have to hold back ever again," Amanda said, humping her luscious ripe cunt to make his cock hard. "But you have to tell me the truth. Have you ever wanted to fuck someone else?"
"Wanted to, maybe. But I never have."
"Never have and never will?" she asked, leading him down the long hall to the darkened back of the house.
"What are you getting at?"
Amanda turned and curled her arms around his neck, rocking her shoulders to rub her lush tits across his chest.
"I mean, would you like to fuck another woman-if you met someone younger, someone very blonde and very beautiful?"
"That would be tempting, but you're my wife."
"Suppose I said you could have her? Suppose I said I want you to have her."
"I'd think you went crazy while I was gone." Jack pushed her into the bedroom and snapped on the light. "Ooooh, shit!"
Melissa Brandon was bound on their bed with a bridle and steel bit gagging her mouth. Fur-lined leather cuffs laced her wrists and ankles, drawn by chrome chains to the four posts of the bed.
A slinky black corset with low-cut cups cinched her shapely young figure. Blonde hair shimmered and swirled around her tossing head.
"There she is, Jack. You can have her. I'm anxious to see which of us you'll pick."
Jack gulped, blinked and looked again. "Jesus Christ! That's Melissa Brandon! Her father is-"
"I know who her father is," Amanda said. "We've gotten to know the Brandons quite well while you were gone."
"Not well enough to have their daughter half-naked and chained to our bed!"
"Oooh, that well at least. Cal and Cody fucked Mrs. Brandon last night."
"They what?"
"Cal and Cody fucked Melissa's mother," Amanda said.
"Goddamn! I hope this is all your idea of joke."
"No, dear. Vance was really mad at first. He made me lick and suck the cum from his wife's cunt. Then he fucked me."
"He what?"
"He fucked me! That was my first time with another man, Jack. And I like it. I really did!"
"You bitch! You fucking whore! He backhanded her with a stinging loud slap that sent Amanda reeling into the chair by her dressing table.
"Jack, people sometimes do things under stress that are hard for others to understand."
"Stress? I'll show you stress." Jack grabbed his tooled leather belt. He looped it around her and the back of the chair, binding Amanda's arms.
She watched him undress, wildly ripping off clothes Amanda knew she would have to mend later.
"So you liked it?" he growled. "My cock isn't enough for you? Well, you watch what it does to this luscious little bitch!"
McCanlon's jealous fury kept him from pausing to wonder how the young blonde came to be bound on his bed with her legs spread. Jack swung astride her and rammed his cock into her cunt.
Melissa screamed despite the bit in her mouth.
Jack arched back and rammed her again. Amanda jerked under the strap that bound her in the chair.
"Brandon fucked you and made you like it. Now I'm fucking his daughter. How do you like that, Amanda?"
"I wish you'd fuck me!" Amanda cried. "I still love you."
"Maybe I'll give you a shot-but not until I've fucked this cunt's mother. Did Cal and Cody really get their cocks in that bitch?"
"Yes, they did," Amanda said. "And they made her like it too."
"Those guys!" Jack beamed proudly. "Chips off the old block. Did they fuck you too, Melissa?"
, With his cock reaming her tight cunt and the steel bit bound in her mouth, Melissa could not speak. The others didn't want her letting on how much she loved being fucked-not until Jack had been brought around to their way of thinking.
Melissa nodded her head, beaming a grin warped by the biting steel bit. Jack saw her look of delight and said, "Those little devils! They made you like it, I'll bet!"
She nodded her head again.
"Did one of them get your cherry?" he asked, stroking his hands through her silky blonde hair.
"No, Jack. That honor went to me." Vance
Brandon walked into the room still wearing the spike-studded black leather harness that so enhanced his daughter's pleasure.
"It was, as your wife tried to explain-under stress."
McCanlon's head jerked.
"Don't stop," Brandon said smoothly. "Give my little girl the good reaming she wants."
"Please do, Mr. McCanlon!" Alicia groaned, entering the room. "I've sheltered her far too long. I should have remembered how horny I was at her age."
"Oooh, Jeeez!" Jack moaned, but his driving cock only missed two beats-one as each of Melissa's parents spoke. Melissa's cunt squeezed and sucked his hot cock so there was no doubt about what she wanted.
Amanda writhed and squirmed under the belt that bound her in the chair. "I brought her here for you, Jack. I wanted to see your cock fucking another cunt."
"Why? You think that's gonna make me forget Vance Brandon had his prick in you?"
"I don't want you to forget. I want to make you hotter than he was."
"You wait, I'll be plenty hot when I finish with Melissa! I'm gonna whip your ass, then fuck it for giving your cunt to Vance!"
McCanlon's fury gave heat and strength to his hard cock. Melissa gurgled and moaned, jerking the chains that bound her.
"You'll get worse than I'm giving her!" Jack snarled.
"I deserve it!" Amanda sobbed. "Vance isn't the only one who fucked me while you were gone."
"Who else?" Vance asked. Melissa's cunt slithered up and down his spearing cock.
But Jack was outraged and not about to be distracted. He fucked Melissa, and she clenched her cunt and made it ripple in ways he'd never felt before. He roared, grinding down, gushing hot jism into her slinky cunt.
Melissa's bright blue eyes bulged when the first steaming spurt of cum boiled into her. A scream swelled in her chest, choked to a rasping hiss by the steel bit that depressed her tongue and wrenched her jaw.
Alicia strode to the side of the bed and loosened the screws binding the bit in her daughter's mouth. The orgasmic cry pitched higher, as though the woman had turned up the volume on a radio.
Being away so long, and being faithful to his wife all that time, gave Jack a massive load of cum. Melissa arched and wailed, moving her hips, loving the heat of his cum.
Supple cunt-muscles slithered and squirmed while his cock plunged faster, spewing jizz into her fuck-hole. It simmered to the lips of her cunt and dribbled down on the bed, puddling under a cute little ass.
"Hhhooo! Aaahhh! Fuck me, Jack! Fill me with fucking cum! Make me cum with you! Cum and cum again!"
At last her raging orgasm subsided. Melissa fell back on the bed and twitched her ass in the puddle of cum, gulping for breath. Jack sprawled on top of her and fondled the girl's budding tits.
"God damn, she's good!" he moaned.
"She should be," Alicia said. "Melissa practiced with your sons all afternoon."
"Oooh, yeah? My guys taught you to fuck like that?"
"They were great," Melissa said. "They never stop!"
"Even I wasn't enough for them," Alicia said. "I just got them started. They took turns with me all night."
"Those horny little bastards," Jack said. "But I'm tired of hearing how horny our sons are. I wanna know who else fucked you."
"Well, dear-"
"Oh, wait." Jack said. "No! Nnnooo, they didn't! They wouldn't dare!"
"Yes, they did," Vance said. "But it wasn't really their fault. Alicia already had her in bondage."
"Bondage? My God!"
"No worse than you strapping her in a chair," Melissa said. "B-b-but-"
While Jack was sputtering, Cal and Cody walked into the room, somehow managing to look smug and sheepish at the same time.
"Hi, Dad," Cal said.
"Welcome home," Cody said.
It took some heavy conversation, but the two families finally got things worked out. The Brandons, Amanda and her two loving sons had talked it over that afternoon.
"Our maid quit," Alicia explained. "And I'm lost without her, so I offered Amanda the job. It pays very well."
"My wife isn't going to work as a maid!" Jack said.
Melissa's wrist shackles had been removed so she could fondle his drained cock and get it hard again.
"The fringe benefits are fabulous!" Melissa moaned.
"And I'm without anyone to run the stable," Vance said. "Your boys would be perfect for that job. My wife-likes their work."
"That way you won't have to go away again, Dad. You can take care of the farm. Run it the way it should be," Cal said.
"I don't want my family to be servants!" Jack said stubbornly.
"It's not like they'd be slaves," Alicia told him, sitting down on the bed. She fingered Jack's balls while her daughter stroked his cock. "More like family."
"One big happy family," Melissa said with a smile.
The idea was appealing. Jack liked having a gorgeous mother and daughter combination fondle his cock and balls.
"All right," he said.
Jack smiled, then turned to glare at Amanda. "But your ass still gets whipped and fucked."
"Oooh, darling! I was hoping you'd say that!"
"And you!" He turned his heated gaze on the two worried boys. "Don't you dare take anymore of my cigarettes!"
