Johnny Townsend bound, gagged, and raped pretty Wendy.
A shocking assault not so shocking, if you knew Johnny. And a breach of the sacred laws of hospitality.
Since Wendy was a guest in his house.
Well, not his house.. . it was his step-father's house. And it really wasn't a house, it was a duplex apartment.
At least he kept the rape in the family for Wendy was his cousin.
She came from the country, and he had jocularly called her his "Kissing cousin." Well, they were more than kissing cousins now.
He took her in the guest room on the second, upper floor of the duplex early on a week night in mid-winter in the city.
The maid was downstairs, in her quarters, off-duty, watching television with her door closed. Mr. and Mrs. Townsend were not at home this night.
Leaving Johnny alone with a pretty teen girl was a mistake. His mother and step-father should have known what he would do.
It was not, after all, the first time he had done such things.
But then perhaps they did suspect what he might do. Perhaps they wanted him to do it, and had gone out to provide him with an opportunity to do so.
Wendy had gotten ready for bed. Visiting her aunt in the big city had been so exciting, seeing all the sights, doing the town.
But even seemingly inexhaustible teen misses need to rest some time, and Wendy was glad to have a night to herself.
She got ready for bed early, after dinner, although she had no intention of retiring for some hours yet, possibly not until Paula and
Albert Townsend returned.
The guest room was attractive, its colors were gold, pink, white. A small and pretty room, very feminine, thought Wendy.
The room contained a single bed with a soft mattress, a chest of drawers, night table, TV, radio. Its square single window looked out on the streets of the city sprawled out some twenty stories below.
Wendy wore a pink quilted robe, worn open; a sheer white nightie with matching panties; and a pair of fluffy pink slippers.
Sitting on the foot of the bed, facing the oval mirror mounted on the opposite wall, above the dresser, Wendy loosened her long masses of tawny golden hair, unpinning them and shaking out the tresses.
During the day, she wore her long hair pinned up free-flowing hair, worn long and loose, could be a liability in the city.
There were so many things which could snag it closing elevator doors, revolving doors, taxi doors, and the like.
And her hair got dirty very fast here in the city, so she practically had to wash it just about every day.
She set the pins into an ashtray on the night table. Wendy didn't smoke. And she hardly ever drank, except to have some beer with some of the gang back home on Fridays and
Saturday nights when they were hanging out.
Wendy was a junior in high school. School was off for a week of winter recess, allowing Wendy to visit her big city aunt.
Aunt Paula was very sleek and sophisticated. Being around Paula, being in the city, made Wendy more conscious than ever of her appearance.
How fortunate that she was lovely!
Back home, Wendy was one of the prettiest girls in town. Sure, it was a small town. But here, in one of the biggest cities in the world, men's heads turned to watch her. In this city of beautiful girls, Wendy still was a stand-out.
Which can be dangerous.
For the fairest often serve as targets for the foulest lusts.
And the city could be scary. No doubt about that!
Sometimes it was just sickening, to see the scum who shambled and prowled the streets -why, they all ought to be locked up!
Back home, the county sheriff and his deputies would have run every one of those evil-looking characters out of the state.
And Aunt Paula, and Barbara the maid, and even the men folk why, they all lived like they were under permanent siege!
But Wendy was safe inside the duplex.. . or felt safe.. . which is not the same thing, as she would soon learn.
After all, this duplex sat twenty stories atop a towering structure of stone, steel, and glass.
The lobby had 24-hour uniformed security men. No visitor could get past the main desk without first being checked in.
It struck the girl as funny, how many precautions had to be gone through in order for her to feel as safe as she did in the little house back home, where they hardly ever locked their doors!
But this was the city.. .
Wendy was a pippin. Hers was the classic look of the homegrown American beauty:
Yellow hair, pale blue eyes, lovely features, full bust, narrow waist, rounded bottom, and a pair of long, long legs.
Wendy combed out her hair with her fingers, first. It fell in a shimmering curtain of hair reaching to the middle of her back.
To the tips of her breasts.
She took up her brush. She knew better than to think one hundred strokes a night was good for her hair. But she wanted to brush out some of the tangles.
Static electricity crackled through her hair as she ran the brush through it. Her hair was parted down the middle of her scalp.
The silken strands of hair sifted across her breasts, whispering.
Wendy was braless under her nightie. The nightie was a short-sleeved top, made of gauzy clinging white fabric.
It had lace at the throat, sleeves, and hem. It felt so nice against her skin, that slinky nightie!
Like having her tender flesh constantly caressed by the gauzy fabric.
Her nipples formed flat buttons pressing twin rises into the nightie. When she stroked the brush through her hair, her rising and falling arm movements caused the fabric to slide and sift across the nipples.
Her nipples tingled.
Wendy brushed her hair out. It shimmered like a halo. She put her hands under the mane, and brushed it back past her shoulders.
She was in the mood to watch a little television.
Should she call Momma tonight?
No, she had spoken to her mother just the other night. Momma was very concerned that her daughter was away, in the big city.
She kept asking Wendy on the phone if she was all right, and if she was having a good time, and telling her to be a good girl and mind her aunt.
No, she could wait and put off calling Momma until tomorrow.
Yes, some TV would be nice. And maybe later, she would go down and fix herself a snack from the well-stocked Townsend larder.
She knew she could have called the maid with the bedside phone, told her to make a snack, and Barbara would be up here with the tray in jig time.
But Wendy just couldn't get used to having servants wait on her. She was a country girl, used to country ways.
She was used to doing for herself. It had been explained to her that the servants were there to be made use of, but she still was uncomfortable with the concept.
It just seemed brassy to her to call Barbara, now relaxing in her room, and make her get up and make her a snack.
She slid backward on the bed, propped up some pillows between her back and the headboard, and reached for the remote TV switch.
Why, a person didn't even have to get up and turn the channel all she had to do was push a little button on the box, and the channel switched by itself!
. . .The door opened.
Wendy gave a little start.
She had been taken unawares. She heard no footfall, no tread outside her door to betray the presence of someone else.
So, the sound of the door opening took her by surprise.
She told herself she was just a bundle of nerves. Why, it must be Barbara coming to look in on her, that's all!
Wendy smiled. She liked Barbara. The pretty maid was a bit of a kook, as Wendy saw it, but she was also very friendly.
Only when the door swung all the way open, it wasn't Barbara who entered the room, it was her cousin, Johnny.
Wendy's smile froze on her face.
She was uncomfortable and then some around her cousin. He knew it, too.
Johnny was her aunt Paula's son by a previous marriage. Paula had married well the second time, landing wealthy, suave Albert Townsend.
Johnny was almost twenty. He was well formed, with fine features, but there was something about him which Wendy found unattractive, even disturbing.
Johnny was tall and well-built. He looked like a spoiled prince, arrogant, worldly, used to getting his own way.
Like his mother Paula, his hair was dark -but where her hair was a deep dark brown, his was black as shadow.
He wore it combed straight back from his forehead. He surely didn't get outdoors much his skin was waxy, pale, smooth, shining.
His face was almost pretty rather than handsome.
His brows were thick and slightly arched in their middles, giving him a kind of mocking, almost devilish look.
His face was long, thin, chiseled, brooding, clean-shaven.
Tonight he wore a tight scarlet jogging suit. The top had black piping and lots of imagine zippers, flaps, and buttons.
The pants of them were very tight, almost skin-tight, so all the details of his form were revealed, outlined against stretch fabric.
Wendy was faintly scandalized why, back home, she hardly would have dared wear so revealing an outfit!
And none of the fellows on Coach Dinwiddie's high school track team would have had any truck with a imagine outfit like Johnny's.
Wendy stifled a smirk jogging suit, hah!
Why, if Johnny ever got this outfit sweaty, he'd probably burn it in disgust. He was a peacock, vain, preening, posing.
Striking a pose of elaborate nonchalance, he leaned against the door frame.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he drawled.
His voice usually sounded utterly world weary, as if he was bored with the glittering city and all its toys.
An unusual attitude for a young man not yet twenty but then, so many city folk were such outrageous phonies!
It had not taken Wendy long to find that out!
"Oh! I'm sorry, Johnny! Please, do come in!"
Her voice was soft, sweet, faintly slow, tinged with the honeyed lilt of the South.. . and shaded with a bit of worry.
Johnny made her uneasy.
He did so now. He entered, easing the door shut behind him -
Click!
Its lock slid into place.
"Why did you do that, Johnny?"
"Do? Do what?"
"Lock the door?"
"Did I lock the door?"
"Yes, you did!"
"I suppose it would be so we wouldn't be disturbed," he said.
He came to the bed on his way over, he caught sight of his own reflection in the mirror mounted over the dresser.
Almost as if he was guided by radar he stopped and examined himself in the mirror with amazing self-absorption.
He studied his face in the mirror. The sharp tips of long fingers flicked a few straying strands back in place in his hair style.
He was vainer of his looks than any three girls Wendy knew. Not for the first time, she wondered if he was a queer.
It was possible she had heard that the city was full of queers and perverts. Johnny surely seemed sissyish, compared to the regular, rough-hewn fellows back home.
Brushing some imaginary lint from his shoulder, he turned away from the mirror, a smirk denoting his satisfaction with what he
His smirk shifted into a leer, as he looked at Wendy.
Wendy looked down, following the direction of his gaze.
She sat with her bulky quilted pink robe open, revealing the flimsy, filmy nightie top and panties beneath them.
Her breasts pressed perkily against the front of her outfit.
Johnny's ogling sent red color heating up her cheeks.
Back home, Wendy was considered pretty slick and she was no virgin.
But here in the big town, she felt like a country cousin, which is what she was. Johnny's staring flustered her.
Squirming, she pulled her robe closed, covering her anatomy with thick quilted fabric, and pulling its sash belt tight.
"How modest!" Johnny sneered.
"Uh, were you out running?" Wendy asked, tension in her voice as she sought to change the subject to something more manageable.
"Running? Hardly! When it's dark out here in the city, the only running you do is run for your life!
"No, I never take exercise," Johnny said. "It bores me. Or almost never there is one sort of exercise which is less boring than most.
"Can you guess what it is, cousin of mine?"
"Nope!" Wendy said brightly.
"Think harder.. . I'm sure a smart girl like you will get it! Here's a hint, pretty girl it's exercise which two can play better than one!"
"Uh, tennis?"
"No fucking.. . since I have to spell it out for you."
"Now you're talking dirty, Johnny."
"I do more than talk!"
"Well, I don't want to hear about that sort of thing! I was raised to be a lady.. . so why don't you try acting like a gentleman?"
"Only a little ol' Southern gal could get away with a line like that!"
"What's wrong with us Southern girls?"
Johnny gave her a long insulting stare before he leered:
"Nothing's wrong with you, that I can see! But no girl from this town would ever request a guy to be a gentleman!"
"So much the worse for the girls from this town," Wendy sniffed.
"Besides, I know the score it's those imagine ladies, with their snoots stuck up in the air, pretending to be better than everyone else, those ladies, so-called, are the ones who want a good fucking more than anyone else!
"And believe me, cousin, I know!"
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Wendy demanded.
She had resolved to be nice, but this spoiled overgrown brat was getting under her skin with his needling, and she felt her temper rise.
"If you want to talk dirty, talk to yourself," Wendy said. "That kind of filthy talk doesn't turn me on, I can tell you that!"
"There's other things I'd rather do than talk, cousin like getting between those long, long legs of yours!"
"You are filthy! How'd you like your momma to know you talk like that?! "
"Paula's heard it all," Johnny said. "Heard it all, and said it all, and done it all, too, if the truth be known!"
Wendy shook her head.
"You don't respect a thing, do you? Not even your own mother!"
"Sure, I respect Paula," Johnny said with mock piety. "Why, she's one of the finest women who ever walked the streets!"
"You get out of here, right now!"
"That's funny," Johnny smirked, "you throwing me out of my room!"
"Your room? Why, silly little me I thought it was the guest room!"
"It is but this is where I live, so all rooms here are mine! Now, why don't you stop pretending, cousin?"
"Pretending?"
"You know you want it just as much as I do!"
"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear what you said," Wendy said. "Now, please go I'm tired and I would like to take a nap!"
"Oh, come on! You can think of better uses for that bed than sleeping!"
Wendy stood up. Her eyes flashed. Color showed in her cheeks. She was quite flustered. She made sure her robe was belted closed, and that no part of her anatomy was showing that shouldn't be.
"If you won't leave," she said, "I will!"
"You won't get far dressed like that!"
"I'm not going far," Wendy said. "Just downstairs. I guess Barbara could use some pleasant company I know I could!"
"Hah! Well, you sure had me fooled! I didn't think you liked girls."
"Huh?"
"No wonder you don't want to do it with me you'd rather go to bed with a girl! Well, that can be arranged especially with Barbara!"
"You . . . are disgusting!"
Wendy went for the door. Johnny stood in front of it, back against it.
"Excuse me," Wendy said.
"Why? Did you do something?"
"I might if you don't get out of my way!"
"Oh! Was I.. . was I blocking you? Gee, I'm sorry, cousin Wendy! How thoughtless of me! I most certainly beg your pardon!"
Johnny voice dripped sarcasm, sour as vinegar.
He stepped aside, opening the door. He made a grand little flourish, a kind of mock bow, gesturing at the open door.
"Your coach awaits, milady!"
Wendy went to the door Johnny went for her.
She went past him. Her front foot was just crossing the threshold when he grabbed her from behind.
"You asshole!" she blurted.
Johnny hooked an arm across her front, pinning her arms to her sides.
There was surprising, dismaying strength in his arms.
"Let go of me mmmmph!"
Johnny clamped his free hand across her mouth, muffling it.
His hand muffled her shouts, while his strength stifled her struggles. With a jerk that made her feet leave the ground, he pulled her back into the room.
He kicked the door shut and dragged Wendy to the bed.
She struggled, to be sure, but he had her at a disadvantage. Her arms were pinned at her sides, so she could not bring her nails into play.
She tried to kick him, but the position was too awkward. She tried to bite him, but he was ready for that, and held his hand to prevent it.
Swiftly he brought her back to the bed, dragging her backward.
His mouth was up close to her ear, hissing:
"Now we're gonna have us some fun, country cousin!"
His mouth was hot, obscene, so close to her ear.
Wendy shuddered.
Then his hand was at her front, reaching, fumbling. His hand on her mouth muffled Wendy's screeches of outrage.
He unknotted the sash of her quilted pink robe, tugging it free of the pair of loops which secured it to the robe.
He tossed her down on the bed, on her back, with such violence that her body bounced up on the mattress a foot or two.
He shifted his grip. His hand moved off her mouth, but just for an instant, so there was not enough time for her to fill her lungs for a scream.
He hopped up on bed, straddling her hips, sitting on her tummy with such force that the breath whooshed out of her.
She clawed at him.
Johnny grabbed her thin wrists and squeezed. Wendy squealed with pain.
He pulled her arms back over her head, crossing the wrists, pinning them down. One hand held her wrists pinned to the mattress, the other hand remained on her mouth.
Johnny reached into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, wadded it into a ball, and stuffed it in Wendy's mouth.
He crammed it in when she had her mouth open, gasping for breath. It filled the space between her jaws.
Pressing her tongue flat, it also gagged her quite well, and freed his hand from having to block her mouth.
Leaving him the use of both hands to tie her hands.
He used the sash from her robe.
Wendy saw what he was doing. Oh God, she thought, if he ties me, I'm finished!
She tried to jerk her hands away. Johnny snarled, holding her down all the more. His long fingers formed knots, hitches.
He threw a noose over Wendy's hands, then pulled it tight. She groaned when the sash cord bit into her wrists.
He threw some loops around it. Her hands were tied tight.
"That'll keep those hands out of trouble!" Johnny smirked. "And now, cousin of mine, we'll have some fun!"
He straddled her hips. His folded legs gripped her sides, while his ass pressed down hard on her belly.
Wendy tried to work the hankie out of her mouth. It was in tight she was just glad that it wasn't stuffed down her throat!
There was a little give in it, no, not much, but if she kept working her squashed tongue, why, she might be able to work the gag out.. .
But Johnny wouldn't wait for her to do that!
"Why, what great big tits you have, cousin!" Johnny leered. "The better for me to bite and suck on, I suppose!"
Seams split as he pushed her quilted robe open, exposing the sheer gauzy nightie, and the ripe breasts within. "Ah!"
He put his hands on her breasts and worked on them. His fingers itched with the lust to fondle smooth girl-flesh.
"Ummm, you have yummy tits, cousin Wendy!"
Tears of rage glistened in her hating eyes.
"But those nipples could be harder," Johnny taunted. "I can fix that!"
And he gripped both nipples with the pinching fingers of each hands, and twisted them, turning them this way and that.
Wendy's squeals of pain were stifled by the gag.
He gave the nipples one more twist, then let go.
The pinching made both nipples sore, stiff, swollen, throbbing. Wendy's breasts ached with sensitivity.
Johnny moved down on her, so he straddled her hips. Glancing a fearful look between his legs, Wendy saw that he was hard.
A swollen bulge stretched the front of the crotch of his trousers. Even at a glance, his rod looked a most formidable weapon.
He took hold of the lacy hem of Wendy's nightie and rolled it up, exposing her peachy pink flesh.
Her breasts trembled, along with the rest of her.
"It's a shame to cover up tits like that!" he laughed.
Through her gag, Wendy expressed rage, fury, fear, outrage.
Johnny pulled the nightie way up in front, rolling it over the tops of her breasts and exposing them.
She had pear-shaped breasts, of a fullness not found in pears, with rounded globular bases, the mounds tapering to shapely points.
Her flesh was pink and glowing except for her face, which was deathly pale and taut with strain and fear.
Her nipples were button nipples, dark pink in color, each as wide as a twenty-five cent piece. Now, they throbbed stiffly from the pinching.
Johnny clamped his hands on the bared breasts and squeezed them some more.
Gripping fingers sank deep into soft bosom flesh, which welled up in the spaces between the fingers, the writhing gripping fingers.
He palpitated her mammaries. His fingers were spread so her nipples jutted between them. As he clamped down on her breasts, he pinched the nipples some more.
Johnny was in a state of high excitement. His eyes gleamed. Frothy white flecks of saliva bubbled in the corners of his slitted mouth.
It was the only time during the visit that Wendy could recall him not looking and acting as if he was bored, bored, bored.
He must have planned the whole thing, she thought he had the hankie ready to stuff in her mouth as a gag, and he moved with well-rehearsed precision.
He squatted forward, pressing his face against her breasts.
His face loomed leering inches from hers -
Shuddering, Wendy squeezed her eyes shut.
His breath rasped. Heat poured out of his open mouth. A line of saliva drooled from the corner of his mouth and spattered on her tit.
He jammed his face against the breasts, nuzzling them.
He held both tits in his hands, gripping their bases, which he then squeezed tightly so the upper parts of them swelled way out.
He jammed the breasts close together, then rubbed his face back and forth over the nipples, irritating them.
His mouth, gaping open, descended to cover a nipple.. .
Gripping lips formed a pressure seal where they hugged the tit flesh. His mouth sucked like a vacuum cleaner.
He worked the throbbing nipple between his lips, pressing it hard, making it ache. His tongue rasped it like sandpaper.
He bit her with his sharp, nasty teeth, small little bites that left red marks.
Pop!
His mouth came free from one tit with a moist sucking sound. But only so he could slap it down on her other tit.
Where he did the same thing to her other nipple.
His suckings and nibbling of her breasts lasted only a minute or two. To Wendy, the time seemed like an awful eternity.
But it would not last long -
Johnny had other, more intense passions which required acting upon.
He took his mouth off her other tit. Straddling her, he pulled off his shirt.
His torso was very white, making the sleek black hairs coating it stand out by contrast. His muscle definition was sharp, his physique lithe, wiry.
Wendy squealed when he opened his pants and pulled down the zipper.
Within, he wore a pair of red man's bikini briefs, whose formfitting front was stretched way out of shape by his stiff penis.
The fleshy tip of the penis peeked just over the waistband of the undershorts.
Johnny rose up, standing on his knees, which pressed into the mattress on either side of her. He pulled his garments down.
Jogging pants and underpants were tugged down to his knees.
His stiff cock flopped into view.
His penis was seven inches long, circumcised, with a flaring knob head, its wide scarlet shaft wrapped with purple veins.
Wendy's pussy heaved in rebellion at the sight of that awful rod.
Cock-proud, Johnny took hold of himself.
His fist closed on his member. He gave it a few sliding strokes. The penis preened under such treatment, its head swelling even wider.
"See what I've got for you, cousin!"
Wendy groaned.
Her jaws ached her tongue was numb -and she hardly had succeeded in making any headway at all in freeing the gag from her mouth.
But she must keep on trying, she must!
If she could get it loose, and let out one good scream or, just as good if not better, bite Johnny so he was the one who screamed -Barbara might hear and come rescue her in time.
But time had run out.
For, even now, Johnny was stretching out on top of her!
She held her legs pressed closed.
Muscular tension made her thigh and calf muscles stand out like rock. She trembled all over from the tension.
But Johnny had a way around that.
He jammed his bony knee between her thighs, and put the full weight of his body down on that knee.
Wendy's closed thighs could not withstand that forcing!
Johnny got both knees between her spread thighs, opening her and preventing her from closing her legs.
His angry red penis lifted up from his hips at a tilted angle, its head aimed at the ceiling.
Johnny stared down between her legs.
Wendy wore a pair of thin white bikini panties, stretched tight across her nubile hips, outlining her pubic mound and pussy lips.
The curly fringe at the top of her bush peeked out over the elastic waistband of the panties.
Johnny grinned.
He reached down, between her legs.
She tried to slither out of his reach but it was a small bed and there was no place for her to go.
He put his hand on her pussy.
Wendy gave off a bubbling groan.. . one which increased and was prolonged as Johnny fondled her through the panties.
He felt her to see how she was made.
He rubbed her, poked, prodded, fingered. His every touch sent her pussy quivering wildly
this, while her panties were still on. They would not be on long!
In fact, her panties were coming off right
NOW!
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny didn't bother to pull down her panties he just tore them right off!
It was easy.. . her panties were so flimsy and filmy, such darling little nothings, that they tore off like cheesecloth.
They tore at the sides, at the elastic joining the front and back flaps. He peeled the upper flap off her pussy, then tugged the lower half out from under her quivering ass.
Wendy wailed, rolling her eyes as she was denuded.
Grinning triumphantly, he crushed the panties to his face, inside pressed to his nose, as he inhaled deeply.
Filling his nostrils with the scent of her, like a bloodhound given the smell of its prey before beginning the chase.
He rolled his eyes in a mock pantomime, as if he was overcome, dizzied by the delicious aroma of her.
"Why, cousin how sweet you smell!"
He tossed the panties aside and got down to the business of rape.
Her bush was a rich brown color, light brown, but darker by far than the tawny golden hair of her head.
His fingers trembled over her bush. Scratching sounds were created as his fingers rubbed and stroked her.
"You've got a cute little woolly-bully," he taunted. "You should be ashamed of yourself, cousin, for hiding that pretty pussy away!
"At least you saved it for ME, though!"
His fingers slid down from her bush to her pussy lips.
Wendy tried to pull away.
Her ass cheeks were tightly clenched like rocks, they were. She jammed them into the mattress, seeking to take her pussy away from his reach, even if that distance was no more than a few inches.
But what good would that do?
None!
The flesh of her pussy crawled as his fingers rubbed her. His oily fingertips slid up and down her petallike pussy lips.
He stroked them, pussy flesh rippling under his gliding fingers.
"It's what's inside that counts," Johnny taunted. "Let's see what you've got inside your little ol' sweet hole!"
His fingertip pads pressed both pussy lips, shoving them to the sides, spreading them.
Her pussy opened with a moist sound. Quivering pussy lips were peeled back to expose heaving pink membranes.
"My, my," Johnny murmured, "so pretty in pink!"
He slipped his middle finger into her. "Mmmmmmmmph!"
"Say, that gag looks like it's about to fall out! Can't have that, can we? No! So, I'll just stick it back in, good n' tight!"
Wendy whimpered.
She had made some real progress in extricating the gag in the last moment, and it had been on the verge of removal.
Now, it was deeply and tightly crammed in than ever.
Wendy could have wept! if she weren't so worried.
Besides the gag filling her mouth, another part of her anatomy was now filled:
Her pussy Johnny's finger was jammed deep into it.
Wendy squirmed, groaned. She tried to wriggle away from the intimate invasion, but his finger hooked in her held her.
She was tight and dry.
Johnny pressed the tip of an adjacent finger to her snatch, below where the first finger had gone into her.
He worked the first joint of the second finger into her.
Wendy groaned from the stretching.
She stretched more, as her pussy walls were forced outward by the progress of the second finger, sinking deep into her.
Until at last she had not one but two fingers in her, in deep, jammed together.
Johnny worked those fingers back and forth inside her.
The tightness of her pussy caused suction sounds as the finger worked back and forth, pumping, rubbing her.
She really writhed when his other hand went into play, stroking the spread stretched lips of her pussy in addition to the finger fucking.
His thumb pad pressed against her clitoris.
Wendy whinnied.
Johnny rubbed her clit while finger-fucking her.
Against Wendy's protesting will, her body betrayed her -
Her pussy moistened.
The action of fingers sliding and stroking and stealing over her softest, most intimate anatomy, coaxed oozing juices out of her pussy.
They seeped inside her, moistening her, making the pair of fingers wedged in her move faster and faster.
Waves of heat rose up from her legs.
Johnny got her good and wet.
As her juices flowed, the sucking sounds generated by the fingers working in her pussy grew louder, more pronounced.
Juices oozed out of her slit, to smear on her pussy lips.
A ripe rich aroma wafted out of her heaving pussy.
Johnny pulled his fingers out of her.
Her pussy membranes came closed, quivering. Her pussy lips were sticky with juices and dark with red heat rubbed and pulled into them.
Johnny's fingers glistened with sticky juices.
"You're ready now," he announced.
Wendy tried to sit up.
He put his hand on her chest and pushed her so she flopped down on her back. Then he stretched out on top of her.
Wendy's staring eyes rolled with horror as she was mounted.
His head was next to hers. His bare chest pressed her breasts, flattening them, spreading oozing tit flesh to the sides.
Her nipples were sore points of throbbing sensation, jutting out of the soft squashed pies that were her pressed breasts.
His penis pressed against her pussy. The erection was vertically sandwiched between his flesh and hers.
His legs lay between hers, which he held forced open.
He raised himself up over her, propping himself up on his elbows. He reached under his hips, taking hold of his penis.
He guided the head down to her juicy slit.
Her pussy lips were poked and prodded by the head of his cock. He rolled it up and down, squashing it against her flesh.
Then he pressed it at the appropriate angle of entry. The cock head wedged her pussy lips open, spreading them to the sides.
He stuffed his cock head into her.
Wendy groaned, writhing as she was penetrated.
"Ah!" Johnny groaned, his face screwing up in frenzy.
She was tight, but now wet. His cock head was like a big hard knobbed ball of flesh jammed tight in her pussy.
Her stretched membranes sought to close once more, to repel the intruder. But they succeeded only in adding to his arousal by clamping down on his questing cock head.
"Ummmm, Christ, you're so hot and tight! And wet!"
The weight of his hips pressed down on his cock, forcing it forward, sliding it like a sword of flesh into her satiny scabbard.
Wendy was filled, penetrated.
Her gag-muffled moans grew deeper and more prolonged with each inch that the cock head and shaft forced its way into her.
Johnny tried to enter her with one swift thrust, but she was still too tight for that, even if she was wet.
He entered her with a combination of jerking thrusts, each of them forcing the cock a bit deeper, cramming it into her.
Her entire frame was rocked by the thrusts.
The questing cock head now was stuffed deep into her pussy -
Total penetration!
. . .Now that was in her, Johnny raped her. He rocked back and forth on top of her. His white buttocks, smooth, creamy, utterly hairless, were taut and raised as he humped her.
His face was right up against hers. When she opened her eyes for an instant, and saw his twisted distorted features, she quickly shut them, and turned her head to the side, away from him.
His white flesh was slippery, flexible, almost rubbery. His weight pressed her down into the mattress.
One arm of his was extended, so he could hold her bound arms back, preventing her from clubbing him with her hands.
He squirmed on top of her. His squirming caused his penis to work back and forth inside her. His thrusts were hard, deep.
Her spread legs thrashed. She still wore the quilted pink robe. It lay under her like a blanket, pressed by her back and buttocks.
Her tightly clenched buttocks oozed cold sweat. It soaked into the robe, which grew damp under her.
Johnny hammered away at her.
The bed shook. The mattress swayed on creaking box springs. The bedframe rocked from his violent thrusts, wooden joints squealing their protest.
Johnny hammered into her again and again.
Her wrists burned where they were chafed against her bonds. Her jaws and tongue ached.
Her nipples were sore, throbbing points.
Her pussy lips were red with irritation. Twinges shot continually through her stretched pussy. It, too, grew progressively more irritated and chafed from the effects of the stiff cock pumping into her.
If only Barbara would hear the sounds and come upstairs to investigate!
How could she not hear them? What was Barbara doing down there? Was she deaf?!
Oh, hurry, Barbara, hurry upstairs and come into the guest room before my crazy cousin comes inside me!
Barbara floated off in her own private world.
Her duties to her employers were complex. Her official job title was "maid," and that's what she was most of the time.
But Barbara was so very much more than that.
She was in her mid-twenties. She was a curly haired brunette, a bit on the plump side, and oh so lushly endowed.
Her round face was placid, unruffled. Her almond shaped eyes were one of her loveliest features, big melting brown doe eyes.
She had a short sassily snubbed nose and a ripe red-lipped smiling mouth. She was an inch or two below five and a half feet tall.
She was very well rounded, with big breasts, a tiny waist, and a broad spreading bottom. Most of her was now uncovered.
She was in her private room. She lived here at the duplex. Sometimes she even slept in her own room, but not so very often.
So often, her night-time services were required elsewhere!
Now, she had some time off unofficially, at least, since Mr. and Mrs. Townsend were out taking in a late supper with friends.
What kind of friends? wondered Barbara.
The Townsends had some very unusual friends, to be sure.. .
Barbara had some unusual tastes herself.
For such a young lady, her libido was most extraordinarily complex.
Her room was small, airy, pleasant. It had white walls. Brown carpet. White lace curtains covering the windows.
Barbara's bed was set up with its head against the wall. The bed was made from a frame of stout wooden beams bolted together.
Its four bedposts had big knobbed balls atop each one. Sunk into the frame at various locations were metal ring bolts, eye-screws, and the like.
The white mattress cover showed. The sheets and blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed.
Barbara sat at the bed's head, back propped up against the headboard, extended legs spread, as she fastened a clothespin to her nipple.
To match the one already attached to her other nipple.
From the waist up, she was nude.
Except for the clothespins.. .
From the waist down, she wore a black latex garter belt, black stockings, and black leather high heels.
On the chair close to the bedside, her maid's uniform was draped across its back, along with her apron and petticoats.
On top of the night table lay her white linen maid's cap, all floppy and shapeless now that she had unpinned it from the top of her head.
Other items lay on the night table, items of use to her, within easy reach.
Against the wall opposite the bed stood a TV equipped with a videotape player. Barbara had a program on right now.
The sound was off. This was a very naughty XXX-rated tape. The sound was off in case the little guest came down for some reason.
The little guest that is, Wendy wasn't in the know, yet. She had to be sheltered from certain basic facts of life here in the Townsend household.
Too bad.
Wendy surely was cute, thought Barbara.
The guest looked a delicious piece? Who would be the one to score her?
Perhaps no one. Wendy was a relative, a country cousin, daughter of Mrs. Townsend's younger sister, in town to see the sights of the big city.
The Townsends could show Wendy some real sights and not the kind that are included on the usual tourist itinerary.
For that matter, Barbara could show Wendy a thing or two herself.
Only she had better not do that not without the express permission of her employers, who were stuffy on such details as that.
Barbara had locked her door, just as a precaution against Wendy casually coming in without first knocking.
That would be likely to scare the visitor out of a year's growth!
Not that Wendy hadn't gotten her growth already.
Barbara had admired Wendy's mouthwatering breasts (almost as big as her own), her luscious heart-shaped ass, her angel face.
But Barbara was into a bit more advanced fun and games. Like now.
The radio was turned on, pretty loud, tuned to a dance music station.
She liked the music, it made her feel sexy, and besides, the music's constant throbbing beat would cover her sounds.
Barbara had big round breasts, like grapefruits they were, creamy white globes tipped with fat pink nipples, wide as half-dollars.
Her nipples were dark pink.. . Very dark pink, since she had pinched and pulled and tweaked and worried at them to get them ready.
Both nipples now were achingly stiff from the treatment. Stiff and swollen.
Her right nipple wore its clamping clothespin.
She took hold of her stiff left nipple, sinking her nails in at the base of the point, then really digging them in.
"Oh!"
The sharp pinch brought tears to her eyes, adding to their luster. She sank her two front teeth into the rich pulp of her lower lip.
Sensation shivered through not one breast but two, since both mounds were ultra sensitive from the treatment.
Pinching and pulling her nipple sent sensations which she could even feel way down in her pussy.
The nipple was darker and more swollen still, when she let go.
Her hand shook as she reached to the night table. Next to he dildo vibrator were three more clothespins.
She took one.
Just an ordinary wooden clothespin, of the type found in millions of homes. But rarely put to such purposes as Barbara put them to.
She pressed the legs of the clothespin, opening its jaws. Their insides were ridged, with wavy lines.
She used her free hand to sink her nails into the tip of the nipple. She pulled it, stretching, distending it.
The pulling pressure distended not only the nipple, but the rest of the breast, too, elongating its shape.
When she had stretched it as far as she was able, she fitted the jaws of the open clothespin around it, trapping the nipple.
Then she let the jaws close -
Ah!
Barbara shuddered from an extremity of emotion and arousal.
Her round, pretty face glowed. Hot color flushed her cheeks. Her eyes shut, their thick lashes fluttering.
She shivered.
Now, both her breasts terminated in a pair of unnatural ornaments clamped down on some of the most sensitive parts of her anatomy.
And she had done this because she wanted to.
Why?
Because Barbara liked this sort of thing.
Barbara eased against the headboard. Her clamped nipples pounded like a double beat, vibrations thrumming through all of her.
The self-punished nipples sent out a signal like a pair of broadcasting radio stations, while all the rest of her was the receiver.
Her hands shook even more when she again reached for the night table.. . reached not for a clothespin, this time, but for the dildo vibrator.
Its name described it all.
A vibrator, shaped like a dildo. Eight inches long, formed of smooth pink plastic, a shade of pastel pink so much lighter than her dark, pounding nipples.
Very thick.. .
It showed a fat knobbed streamlined head, bell-shaped, then a tapering wide shaft. The base was close to inches wide.
Its base was circled with spiral fluting, by means of which the dildo could be fitted into the crotch piece socket of a harness.
Barbara's hand closed over the dildo, her palm moist with clammy sweat, smearing it on the sleek pink plastic.
She switched on the device.
A loud beelike humming rose up from its shivering shaft.
Barbara's eyes rolled in wild delighted anticipation.
She pressed its humming head in the hollow between her breasts.
The clamped clothespins made her breasts taut, with faint blue veins showing their delicate traceries under stretched milky skin.
She pressed the dildo vibrator's humming head into her flesh.
Its vibrations met the ones emanating from her painfully pressed nipple, creating patterns that made Barbara's juices flow.
Her breasts felt so weighty, as if they were unnaturally enlarged, big as Mrs. Townsend's breathtaking rack, even.
She circled the humming vibrator head around her breasts, in spirals which drew closer and closer to her nipples.
Her breath came in gasping pants.
The quivering of her pussy lips seemed in sync with her throbbing nipples.
Barbara closed her legs, crossing her ankles.
Her pussy seethed as she pressed it between her taut, rounded thighs. Her eyes bulged as she focused her attention on the videotape.
It was a real kinky one.. . one of her favorites.
It was about women girls in prison.
The "prison" was somebody's garage, rigged with some bondage gear. But the tape was in color, with halfway decent production values.
It didn't have much of a story these girls were in prison, where nasty things that they wound up loving were done to them by inmates, jailers, others.
Two nude girls were chained to the wall.
One girl was a tall skinny brunette with short hair and sharp features. The other was a juicier, big-titted, big-assed blonde.
A pair of bitch butch matrons were putting the girls through their paces. One was strong and stacked, the other was plump and mean.
Set into the garage's concrete block wall were some chains with cuffs. Both girls stood with their hands chained up at about shoulder height.
When Barbara returned her attention to the tape, the matrons were taking the sobbing blonde down off the wall where she was chained.
The girl had been strapped. Her ass was red, swollen, streaked, welted. She sobbed like a baby, big fat oily tears rolling down her cheeks.
The matrons flanked her, each of them holding the girl with black-gloved hands circling her upper arms.
The blonde walked slightly pitched forward, her big breasts dangling and swaying from side to side as she sobbed.
Her bush was a big dark brown patch of fur between her legs.
The matrons grabbed her tits and her pussy and her strapped ass as they hustied her away from the wall.
They dragged her to a wooden table, bent her face down across it. She leaned forward from the waist, lower body vertical, upper body horizontally stretched across the table top.
The blonde's hands were cuffed behind her back. Her head and tits hung over the front of the table, in easy access.
The mean fat matron went down on her knee at the girl's rear.
She slapped the blonde's red ass. The blonde opened her legs. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the table.
The strong stacked matron stripped.
She took off a button-down long-sleeved man-tailored shirt. Its front was stretched out of shape by her formidable bosom.
That bosom came into view when she stripped off the blouse, a pair of huge tits popping out of the blouse's open front.
"Ummmm," squirmed Barbara.
The matron flaunted her big tits for the fellow matron and the female prisoners.. . and for the benefit of Barbara herself.
Still, Barbara suspected that those tits were beefed up with silicon implants.
Not like hers Barbara was all-natural.
She wasn't into silicon-expanded tits. They always felt hard and lifeless and plastic. No, she'd stick to the real thing.
The video matron took off her skirt, too. She was not a natural blonde, as her dark black bush testified.
She stood naked, but for her cruising cap and her knee-high black leather boots with their high spiked heels.
She stood in front of the blonde prisoner, hands on hips, face sneering, arrogant.
She grabbed the prisoner's hair and ground her pussy into the girl's face.
Then she turned around and shoved her creamy ass cheeks in her face.
Barbara's mouth watered.
Christ I wish that was me getting a mouthful, she thought.. .
Her mouth needed filling, come to think of it. She pressed the head of the dildo vibrator up to her lips.
It vibrated too hard, so she switched off the vibrations. She had enough vibrations from her pair of cramped throbbing nipples.
She pressed her parted lips to the dildo head and gave it a hot sucking kiss.
Its smooth plastic pressed her lips. She rubbed the blunt edge of her tongue back and forth against the dildo head.
Then she stuck its head in her mouth, fastened her lips to the shaft below, and juicily sucked as she watched some more.
Uh-oh the blonde prisoner on the videotape squirmed and sobbed as she was given an enema.
The matrons loomed over the creamy big-titted blonde tied down on the table.
The naked strong matron held the red rubber bag aloft, while the heavyset buxom matron was greasing up the girl.
The blonde sobbed as he spanked ass cheeks were grabbed, gripped, and spread.
Humiliation rolled over her as her dimpled asshole was poked and prodded by the leering matron's thick, stubby forefinger.
Oh, I can't take too much more of this myself! thought Barbara.
The dildo head dripped with saliva from the uninhibited sucking she had been giving it. She guided it between her legs.
Already, she was wet, dripping.
She pressed the tip of the dildo head to her pussy lips, wedging them open.
Glistening pink membranes heaved in anticipation of more dildo.
She worked the fat knobbed head in her. It stretched her. Her pussy clamped down on it and held on tight.
Her clamped nipples and the bosom flesh surrounding them grew more sensitive as she guided the dildo within.
She hissed her pleasure as she pushed the dildo deeper, fitting it into herself, watching its pink shaft sink inside her.
It filled and stretched her so very nicely.
She worked it in and out, its pumping action making squelching sounds in her.
She put it in way deep, so only the last few inches of the base protruded out of her hot, clutching hole.
Then she reached for the last two clothespins.
Her pussy lips were spread, folded to the sides, their meaty shapes hugging the shaft of the dildo vibrator.
She pinched one of her pussy lips -
And gasped.
Her labia sizzled with extraordinary sensitivity. Handling herself like this sent her membranes into heaving convulsions.
She gripped the pussy lip between thumb and forefinger and pulled it more to the side, further stretching it.
Then she fastened a clothespin to it.
Barbara fastened the clothespin to the middle of her right labia, at its meatiest part. She fastened it with care.. .
She pulled the pussy lip, stretching it. She squeezed the clothespin jaws open, fitting it over the lush, hyper-sensitized labia.
The clothespin closed down on her tender flesh.
"Unhhhhhhh," Barbara moaned, electrified.
She gasped, squirmed. 90 per cent of her body awareness was centered down between her legs. Her eyes widened so all whites circled dark brown pupils.
Spasms of pleasure-pain shot through her. She clenched her teeth. She sat up straight, trembling, moaning, fidgeting.
The wooden clothespin protruded vertically from the pinched pussy lip.
After a minute passed, and she had gotten used to the sensations, she repeated the action, fastening the last clothespin to her left labia.
Then, as best as she could, she watched some more of the videotape.
On the TV screen, the matrons were finishing up giving the girl an enema.
The buxom, mean-faced matron held a butt plug hovering over the girl's red-strapped rear, while the tall strong matron withdrew the enema nozzle.
The nozzle was a long one not a rectal nozzle, but a douche nozzle.
The black leather gloved hands of the matrons clutched red, quivering bottom cheeks. The oversized butt plug hung poised, ready for insertion, greased.
As soon as the nozzle was pulled out of the girl's rear, the butt plug was immediately crammed in to take its place.
The substitution of butt plug for nozzle was accomplished with a minimum of fuss, and a minimum of leakage, too.
Now the blonde girl had the fat butt plug jammed in her rear, serving like a cork in a bottle to keep her filled with a gut-busting enema.
The girl's face reddened as dark as her strapped ass.
Barbara had the sound off, but that was okay. She liked to do that the dialogue she could think up was usually lots better than that which was actually on the soundtrack. Barbara had a positively filthy imagination.
Painful pressure on her pussy lips was making them go numb.
She took up the dildo vibrator, aimed its head at her slitted snatch.
She saw that the clothespins attached to her pussy lips quivered like a pair of wooden antennae mounted on her flesh.
The dildo vibrator was sticky with her own juices as she took it up.
She pressed its head to the base of her slit and worked its tip in.
Even the slightest tremors of agitation between her legs sent incredible sensations shooting through her pussy.
She had to work the dildo head into her very, very slowly, even though she liked, no, loved the pain in small doses.
Her breathing quickened. She sat leaning forward, head down, chin hunched to her chest, staring down at her pussy.
She worked the dildo up into her. She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other, working the dildo deeper inside.
Her mouth gaped; constant panting moans escaped her.
Barbara worked two-thirds of the dildo up inside her and left it there. Her juices oozed around the implement.
She held its protruding base and wiggled it, adding to her internal agitation.
On the screen, the heavyset matron lifted her skirt, exposing wide pink hips and a thick black bush and spreading buttocks.
She stood facing the bound plugged blonde. The prisoner sobbed and pleaded for release from plugged bondage.
The matron grabbed a fistful of the blonde hair and jerked the prisoner's wet, red, sobbing face up, level with her crotch.
She leaned forward, shoving her pussy into the girl's face, grinding her bush against a sobbing, yet servile mouth.
"Oh, yeah.. . " Barbara murmured. "Put it to her!"
Barbara's soft parts, nipples and labia, were afflicted with a creeping numbness which tended to cancel out that delicious pain.
She was just about ready.. .
Her pussy was rocked with internal tremors, convulsions which squeezed down on the dildo crammed into her pussy.
On the screen, the blonde prisoner's mouth was glued to the fat matron's crotch. Saliva smeared face and crotch.. .
Now the matron pulled away, wetness coating her front. The tall strong matron knelt at the rear of the table, at the girl's rear.
She untied the ropes binding the blonde prisoner to the table legs.
Time for Barbara to do some unbinding of her own.
She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
Then, swiftly, she freed the clothespins from her nipples. "Oh oh!"
When the nipples were freed from the clamping pressure, the numbness which had crept over them disappeared.
When a foot or limb has its normal circulation interrupted, it "goes to sleep" -which is what happened to Barbara's numb nipples.
And when that foot or limb has normal circulation restored, it suffers from that excruciating tingling known as "pins and needles."
Only it was not Barbara's feet and limbs which were afflicted, it was her nipples.
As numbness faded and sensation returned, Barbara was rushed with intense waves, centering in her nipples, spreading through the rest of her.
The first wave dizzied her.
On the video screen, the matrons hustled the blonde prisoner off the bondage table. The girl was hunched forward, her belly swollen.
The matrons flanked her on either side, each taking an arm. They hustled her over to a galvanized steel bucket standing on a plastic mat.
The girl her hands still bound behind her back was forced to squat down, hunkering her red ass over the mouth of the pail.
A matron reached between the girl's buttocks, wrapping gloved fingers around the bulblike top of the butt plug, and pulling.. .
Quickly, Barbara pulled the two clothespins off her pussy lips.
A second wave of sensation, doubly intense as the first, rose up from her pussy, so furiously that Barbara was almost blinded.
Her fumbling fingers found the switch at the base of the dildo, the switch which activated its vibrator mode. J
She switched it on.
Barbara came, and came, and came!
She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming, and held it gripped there like a bone held by a dog, all through her orgasm.
She shook. Her eyes were squeezed shut. All her masses of flesh were in motion, vibrated from -within.
On the screen, a brown torrent streamed from the blonde prisoner's uncorked anus.. .
Barbara collapsed.
For the moment, she had suffered a meltdown. She felt as if she melted from the inside-out, dissolving her into a human slut heap.
As if she had turned to jelly, she flopped down on the bed.
She lay shivering on her side, legs clasped, taut thighs pressing her pussy.
Stocking rustled against stocking from the trembling of her legs. In the rear, below her ass, between her thighs, could be seen her quivering pussy.
Some time passed.. .
Barbara floated in the afterglow. She felt filled with helium, like a balloon, floating high above it all.
So nice to be floating like this.. . so sweet.. .
Her nipples throbbed. They were swollen and dark and twice their normal erect size. They throbbed like pounding drums.
Her pussy lips quivered, too.
As did all the rest of her.. .
Barbara rolled on her back. The dildo vibrator was still inserted in her, but its vibrator action was switched off.
A few seconds with the vibrator switched on between her legs had been all that was needed, to send her spinning into deep orgasm.
A shriek shattered Barbara's perfect tranquility.
At first, Barbara was so befuddled and dazed that she was totally at a loss as to what was happening.
A second shriek sounded, from upstairs, and even Barbara realized who it was that had shrieked:
Wendy!
And what had happened to her: Johnny!
Barbara pulled the vibrator out, and jumped up from the bed, and threw on some clothes, and hastened upstairs -
CHAPTER THREE
"Wendy? . . .Wendy?" No reply. "Wendy!"
Wendy groaned, but did not awaken. "She's asleep," Paula Townsend said. She straightened up, her bountiful breasts pulling taut against the breast cups of her sleek supple leather dress.
Black leather, it was, standing out in contrast with her creamy smooth white skin.. . of which a great deal was on display.
"This is a terrible business," Albert Townsend moaned. "Just terrible!"
Barbara, too, was in the room, on the other side of the bed opposite Paula. Albert stood at the foot of the bed.
Wendy fitfully slept, tossing and turning, tangling with the blankets and sheets, rolling this way and that.
Barbara's bed, it was. Hysterical, Wendy would not remain in the bed in which she had been raped.
Barbara had quickly prepared her own room, hurriedly putting all sexual devices safely away, out of sight.
She stripped the sheets and blankets her earlier sex session of masochistic masturbation had soaked the bed coverings with sweat and musk.
The bed was covered with clean sheets and a fresh blanket, in time for Wendy, who was escorted down the spiral staircase to the first floor of the duplex, then put to bed in the maid's room.
Wendy had been given a sedative, a powerful tranquilizer. Ironically, the pill had been prescribed for Johnny.
It had been provided to pacify his wild, violent mood swings. But he was used to the stuff by now, although it would put a normal man right under.
Wendy had not wanted to take the sleeping pill. But Paula had popped it into Wendy's mouth without warning.
She held a glass of water to Wendy's mouth and would not take it away until Wendy swallowed. Once gulped by the girl, the pill swiftly took effect.
Now, the threesome of Mr. and Mrs. Townsend and Barbara stood at the bedside, each of them hatching out his or her own private plans.
Albert Townsend was in his early fifties, suave, distinguished looking, sleekly glowing with prosperity.
Silver-gray hair, thick and flowing, was brushed straight back from his forehead. His eyebrows were white, bushy.
A thin, neatly clipped mustache covered his upper lip. His face was tanned a rich golden bronze color.
Contrasting with his wife, who shunned the sun, and whose skin was white as snow. Albert wore an expensive suit, white dress shirt, tie.
Paula Townsend was a strikingly attractive mature beauty. She was in her mid-forties, with a face that looked five years younger, and a body that looked ten years younger, than her chronological age.
Black hair, inky black as shadow, was coiled at the top of her head in a sophisticated, intricate coiffure.
Paula's heart-shaped face was icy, aloof, aristocratic. She had come a long way from humble back country beginnings.
No native New Yorker could top Paula for sheer ball-breaking gall. Her displeasure could wither the haughtiest maitre'd'.
Glittering baubles, earrings, hung from her lobes. Those sparklers were real diamonds, not paste.
Her dress had a halter top. From the tops of the cups holding her lush breasts rose straps which were knotted together at the back of her neck.
A black silk choker collar with a diamond pendant circled her throat.
The plunging V-neckline of her dress showed extensive, impressive d�collet�, baring the inner curves of her bosom, her deep cleavage.
The skirt hugged her voluptuous, well-toned hips, her ripely rounded buttocks.
There was some small resemblance between Paula and her niece, Wendy.
The points of similarity lay in their physiques, both built to the mold of full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, long legs.
Both niece and aunt had green eyes but Wendy's were pale soft green, while Paula's were harshly glinting emeralds.
Colder than the icily brilliant diamonds decorating Jier body.
The hem of the black leather skirt reached an inch below her knees. Shapely calves were sheathed in sheer sleek stockings.
Completing her outfit were high heeled black patent leather pumps.
Albert Townsend moaned, "This is all the fault of that damned boy of yours!"
"Yes, this time Johnny has gone too far," Paula said. "This time, something will have to be done to teach him a lesson!"
"Might I recommend castration?" sarcasm dripped in Albert's voice.
"I'm considering it," Paula said.
"Well, what do we do now?" Albert said. "She's your niece!"
"We do what we planned to do all along, that's all.. . "
"It will be a bit more difficult to seduce her into our scene, thanks to Johnny's efforts, which will no doubt have traumatized her!"
"We'll deal with Johnny, but let's talk about HER now!"
"She won't go to the police," Albert said worriedly.
"No, of course she won't! She's country folk I know the breed, I was one myself, once. They don't go to the law."
"Perhaps the wisest course would be just to ship her back home."
"No."
"Why not? She won't talk, except to her mother, and you control her. When she's back home, safe and sound, she'll forget all about this in a few weeks.. . "
"No."
"My dear, you are so stubborn! Why not send her home?" "I want her."
Paula's white breast globes strained against the black leather cups as she leaned over the bed to take hold of the blankets.
She pulled the sheets and blankets down to Wendy's waist
Wendy's face was red and flushed. Veins stood out on her forehead. Her lips were parted. A nerve twitched in her face.
But none of those evidences of discomfort marred her loveliness.
Honeyed blonde hair spilled out on pillow and mattress, some of the silken strands sifting across her face.
In the post-recovery period of the rape, Wendy had been bathed, dressed in a white flannel nightgown, and put to bed.
This nightgown was one of her own. It had a high lace collar, long sleeves, an opaque body, and a hem reaching down to her ankles.
But even if it did cover her breasts, as it did, it could not hide their glory. Twin mounds swelled under the covering fabric.
Paula reached for a breast, hesitated, then cupped one, squeezing it through the fabric and making it jut.
Wendy stirred but did not waken.
"I want her," Paula declared. "And you know you do too, Albert!"
"Yes, of course but do you really think we can get away with it?"
"Why not?"
"After the rape, and all?"
"It makes the seduction more difficult but not impossible. We'll corrupt her so much, and make her love it, that she won't be able to resist!"
"The decision is yours, my dear. She's your niece."
"You know what my decision is we take her."
"Done!"
"That pill will put her out 'till morning, and then some. But we have to be ready by then, ready to begin," Paula planned.
Barbara had been edging toward the door.
"One moment, Barbara," Albert said.
Barbara froze. She looked like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Excited anxiety expressed itself on her face.
Barbara wore her maid's uniform, which she had hurriedly thrown on when Wendy's cries roused the maid from her bed of masturbation.
Now, Barbara stood with her head down, slightly bowed forward, and her hands held behind her back.
Albert's cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow of mounting arousal. He moved forward until he stood only an arm's-breadth from the girl.
"I saw you trying to sneak out, Barbara."
"I I only wanted to give you and Mrs. Townsend privacy, sir!"
"Is that so, Barbara? Or was it that you hoped to elude a reckoning?"
"A a reckoning, sir?"
"Where were you while all this, er, all this unpleasantness was going on? Hmmmm?" He actually stroked his mustache as he spoke.
"I I was in my room, sir!"
"Doing what?"
A moan from Wendy made Albert glance at the bed.
Paula continued her fondlings and manipulations of Wendy's breasts. She had teased one of the sleeping girl's nipples erect.
Now she touched it through the fabric, rolling it in her fingers.
"Really, my dear! So soon after that dreadful business with Johnny --! ! "
"She's sleeping. Anyway, this is for my pleasure, not hers!"
"Amazing organism, the human body," Albert remarked. "Here the poor dear girl has only been subjected to a traumatizing rape an hour or two ago!
"But despite that, when you play with her nipple, it automatically stiffens in reaction and becomes throbbingly erect!
"Why, it's just like pressing a button!"
Paula said, "The body knows what it wants!"
"I hardly think your niece wanted Johnny!"
"Johnny is in the shithouse," Paula snapped. "I'm going to fix his wagon!"
"I suggest we do it as soon as possible," Albert said. "As soon as I finish squaring accounts with our naughty, negligent maid!"
"I didn't know Johnny was in the house!" Barbara protested. "He's been away for the last day, and I didn't know he'd come back tonight and -"
"Quiet, Barbara!"
Barbara halted, sagging as she expelled the rest of the deep breath she had taken to offer her alibi.
"What I wonder about, Barbara, is why you didn't hear him come in? Surely you must have heard the elevator come up?"
"No, sir, I didn't! If I had known Johnny was upstairs alone with Miss Wendy, I would have gone right up!"
"And why didn't you know? What were you doing, Barbara?"
Barbara mumbled something.
"Speak up, girl!"
"I'm sorry, sir! I guess I had the TV turned too loud!"
"You had the TV turned too loud," Albert said. "And what program were you watching that you found so very engrossing?
"The Macneil-Lehrer report? Great Performances? Cable News Network?"
Albert strode to the TV.
"Let's see what you were watching, Barbara!"
He switched on the set, then the videotape, machine attached to it.
On came the lurid images of cruel matrons sexually abusing young nude girls. The scene resumed at the point it had been at when Barbara, startled by Wendy's shrieks, jumped up from bed and switched it off.
Albert turned up the sound, too so the cascading plopping of the blonde girl voiding her bowels into the pail came through loud and clear.
"Barbara really!" mocked Paula.
Barbara blushed a bright crimson. Nerves twitched and crawled in her face. She gulped, swallowing loudly.
She squirmed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her entwined fingers twisting and anxiously pulling each other.
Albert watched the scene on the screen with interest, arching a jaundiced eyebrow, his composure masking his excitement.
"So this is how you spend your spare time, Barbara!"
"I yes, sir! I'm so ashamed, sir!"
But Albert knew the videotape's scenes of stark degradation, it was one of his favorites.
"Come now, Barbara, surely you don't expect me expect us, Paula and I, to believe that all you did was just watch this tape!"
Barbara was splendidly miserable. She sensed certain punishment in the wings.
Which pleased her.
Too bad that Johnny hadn't ravished her instead of Wendy, thought Barbara.
But Barbara wanted it, so it wouldn't have been a rape, which is why Johnny was uninterested in the fresh-faced, bosomy young maid.
"What else did you do, Barbara."
"As if we couldn't guess ha!" mocked Paula Townsend.
"I I played with myself, sir."
"PLAYED with yourself, Barbara."
"With my pussy, sir!"
"I daresay you did considerably more than that, Barbara! I venture to guess that you masturbated to the accompaniment of this obscene tape, that you were so engrossed in your sordid sexual kicks that you failed to be aware of what was happening in the household around you!"
"Yes, sir, it's true.. . "
Barbara's stinging eyes glimmered with the moisture of first tears. "I was a bad girl, sir!"
"Indeed you were, Barbara! Indeed you were! A VERY bad girl! Especially since you have been specifically forbidden to play with yourself without the express permission either of myself, or Mrs. Townsend!"
Triumph gloated in his voice.
Barbara was thrown into trembling anticipation when Albert announced:
"You WILL be punished, Barbara!"
"Oh, sir.. . " she whimpered.
"You will be punished presently, after Johnny is attended to!"
"Barbara can watch what I do to Johnny," Paula said.
"Whatever you do, let's do it now," Albert said. "If you can bring yourself to leave off fondling Wendy for a few moments.. . "
"I'll stop now," Paula said but she gave the girl's bosom a final, lingering caress before removing her hand.
She pulled up the blanket and sheet, covering Wendy up to her shoulders.
Paula bit her ripe lower lip to combat the hunger rising in her. Such amusements must be postponed for a future date.
A date in the not too distant future.. .
"May I inquire what you have planned for Johnny, my love?" Albert asked.
"You'll see," Paula said. "Let's just say that the punishment will fit the crime! This time, I'm going to break Johnny!"
"Bravo it's long overdue! If you can tame him.. . "
"I will," Paula said.
"By Jove, from the determination in your voice, I believe that you can!"
Paula examined Barbara, who stood cowering against the wall.
"Look at you, Barbara, you're an absolute mess!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"You're not wearing your maid's cap, your uniform is sloppily fastened and disarrayed, your make-up is a mess and where is your apron?
"Never mind, miss, don't answer! I've no use for alibis, anyway! But don't you ever get the idea that merely because there's a crisis, you can let your personal appearance slip!
Sloppiness is inexcusable!
"When my husband is done with your punishment, Barbara, I've a few punishments of my own for you!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
Barbara shivered in an ecstasy of anxiety.. .
CHAPTER FOUR
"Take off your clothes," Paula commanded.
"No! Why should I?! " Johnny challenged.
"I can think of hundreds of reasons," Paula snapped, "and all of them dollars. Which is how much spending money you get from us each month!
"This time you've gone too far, Johnny! Either you do what you're told, or I wash my hands completely of you!"
"As if you could!" Johnny laughed.
"Try me, boy, just try me! I'll throw you out of here with nothing but the clothes on your back! You'll never see another red cent from me!
"I'm sure you don't relish having to make it in the outside world without money! I know you would hate having to actually work for a living as if YOU could, to throw your own your words back at you!"
"I don't understand what you're so upset about, Mother!"
"You idiot!"
Johnny stood.
"Don't threaten ME, Mother! The way I see it, we're all in this together!"
Paula folded her arms across her bosom.
"How do you figure that, Johnny?"
"The authorities would be very interested, I'm sure, in some of the games you and Albert play and your friends, too!
"It would make a most interesting catalogue, I'm sure sadomasochism, orgies, drugs, contributing to the sexual delinquency of minors.. .
"Not to mention incest," Johnny concluded, smirking. "Yes, I'm sure the officers down at the vice squad would get quite an earful!"
"I doubt that they would be too inclined to listen to the wild tales of an accused rapist with a history of problems such as yours!
"It's reality time, Johnny! Cross me, and I'll not only throw your ass out of here, but I'll make sure that Wendy presses charges for rape!
"I'll have your ass thrown in jail so fast, your head will spin! And there'll be no bail for you, no high-priced lawyers to pull your chestnuts out of the fire like all the other times!
"You can sit in a cell and rot for six months before you come up for trial!
"But you won't be bored, Johnny, I can promise you that!
"They love pretty boys like you in jail -pretty white boys! You'll be sucking and getting fucked by black dicks all day and all night!
"By the time you get out, sonny boy, your little asshole will be stretched wider than the Holland Tunnel! And you won't be a pretty boy any more!"
Paula's voice grew more and more vehemently venomous as she went on. She uncrossed her arms from her chest.
By the time she finished, her hands were on her hips, and she leaned forward and spoke into his face like a drill sergeant.
Johnny's smirk dissolved as he grasped the full import of her words.
When Paula finished, Johnny said wonderingly:
"By God, you mean it, you really do!"
"You're damn right I do!"
"You're such a fucking cunt, Mother!"
"I'm the fucking cunt that's in charge here, too! Now, what's it going to be, then? Get your clothes off or get out!"
"But, Mother "
"Don't 'but, Mother!' me! Do as I say, or I'll be done with you!"
Johnny tried another tactic:
"Mother, after all the things we've done, after what we've been to each other, how can you be so cruel?! "
"Don't even try to tug on my heart strings, Johnny! I've got you right where it counts -by the purse strings!"
"You bitch!"
"Remember, Johnny, your only chance is to do exactly I mean, exactly! what I say! If you don't, I'll have you thrown out of here right now!"
"All right, damn you!"
Johnny pulled off his shirt. His torso gleamed smooth, slim, white, like marble. His nipples were small neat brown dots.
He kicked off his slippers, yanked down his pants and shorts with one tug.
The garments fell to his ankles. He kicked them off.
He was nude.
His penis was thick, limp, dark. His balls dangled. Savagely, he grabbed his own crotch and brandished it at her.
"Is this what you want, Mother? Is it?! "
"No! Now, get along to the playroom!"
"Huh! I should have known we'd end up in there!"
"Get going!"
The "playroom" was located on the upper floor of the duplex, at the far end opposite from where the living quarters were located.
This solid door had remained locked, unopened during the brief time of Wendy's visit to her northerly relatives.
It was unlocked, open now.
Johnny entered, unabashed in his nakedness flaunting it, rather.
His balls dangled and his ass jiggled as he entered the playroom, followed in by Paula, who closed the door behind her.
And locked it from the inside.
At first glance, the playroom had the stark simple functional look of a gym or a dance studio. Its walls were white-painted.
Its floor was made of well-polished, buffed waxed wood. A full-length mirror stretched across the wall opposite the door.
There were pieces of equipment which at first glance suggested a gym.
From the ceiling hung a block and tackle suspension device. The room held a wood-framed rack bed and a jumping horse.
Standing against one of the short walls was an eight foot tall double-doored wooden cabinet.
Albert Townsend and Barbara already were present.
Barbara's face was flushed with red excitement. Her uniform was disordered. Perhaps Albert had been interfering with her.
Or perhaps she was just excited by thoughts of what was scheduled later for her:
Punishment.
Johnny looked at the maid and the master of the house.
"Well, well, so the gang's all here, eh?"
"You young snot nose!"
Albert started forward angrily. No love was lost between him and Johnny too many times, he had bailed Johnny out of his messes.
Johnny's sneer vaporized in a sudden rush of cringing fear.
"Mother!"
Johnny tried to dodge behind Paula. Paula stepped aside.
Albert hauled off with an open-handed slap, knocking Johnny to the floor.
Johnny landed awkwardly, in a tangle of long legs. His white face was imprinted with the red outline of the hand which had struck him.
Terror flashed in his dark eyes. Johnny cowered as Albert loomed over him.
Johnny wailed as Albert lifted his hand to deliver another blow.
"Mother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"
"I ought to wring your scrawny neck for you, you little toad, except that you're not worth it!"
Albert, visibly affected by his anger, turned contemptuously from Johnny. He ran his fingers through his mane of silver hair.
"Get up, Johnny!" Paula said.
Johnny crouched on the hard wooden floor on his hands and knees.
"Please don't let him hurt me, Mother!"
"I won't let Albert hurt you, I promise. But get up now!"
Johnny rose. When he stood, he was careful to do position himself so Paula stood between him and Albert.
Johnny's hand trembled when he reached for his smacked face and fingered the spot where Albert's hand had struck.
"Get on the horse, Johnny!"
Paula's imperious finger indicated the jumping horse, a piece of callisthenic equipment used generally for gymnastics.
Generally, yes, but not exclusively.
For with but a few modifications, which had in this case been made, the horse could by used for sexual gymnastics as well.
"I knew I'd wind up here," Johnny said.
He made a vain attempt at a snicker, but caught sight of Albert's furious face, and decided to subdue his sarcastic manner.
Albert's fingers clenched and unclenched, as if repressing the urge to wrap them around Johnny's throat.
And in truth, Albert reflected that it would be pleasant indeed to squeeze Johnny's neck until the youth's face purpled, eyes bulged, tongue lolled out.. .
The jumping horse consisted of a padded horizontal bar supported by a vertical framework of metal supports.
The top bar was about eighteen inches in diameter, with a smooth yellow vinyl coating, cotton wadding below the vinyl serving as padding.
Scant padding.
Johnny approached the horizontal bar at right angles. Standing facing it, he leaned, forward from the waist and bent over it.
His belly was draped over the top of the bar. For now, his arms were folded at the elbows, palms pressing the bar on either side of him.
Johnny's genitals, soft and tender, recoiled from the flat smooth artificiality of the bar's vinyl coating.
Leaning forward made his buttocks jut out. They were smooth round buttocks, plump and juicy, especially for a youth of his overall slim build.
"This time I'll put on the restraints personally!" Paula announced.
She strode to him, stopped an arm's-breadth from him. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling it by the roots.
"Owwwwww!"
"Lean forward get on the bar get your head down now!"
His weight pressed his belly. His head hung down. His face reddened, his neck strained, as he lifted his head to ease the yanking pressure on his scalp.
He looked up at Paula from the tops of his eye sockets. But she stood so close, that all he could see was the front of her leather skirt.
It hung only inches from his face. He saw the fine grain of the hide, its seams and creases. Its rich animal aroma filled his nostrils.
"Put your arms down.. . "
He did.
Paula got down on one knee. Now her face was level with his. Hers was not a pleasant expression for him to see.
Now, she tugged downward on the hair she held, forcing his head down. "Owwww!"
At the base of the horse were chains.
The chains were bolted to the base. They ended not in leather, but in incredibly tough black plastic cuffs which could not be worn or worried or torn.
Paula tugged Johnny's arms down, straining them in the shoulder sockets. Her every movement betrayed aggressive anger.
She pulled a plastic cuff around one of his wrists. She adjusted it as tight as it could go, so it dug deep into the skin.
Johnny winced from the constricting tightness.
His other wrist was buckled into another cuff. Two wrists, two cuffs.
The cuffs were buckled closed. Now, they were secured by means of small padlocks which Paula clicked into place.
Some slack remained in the chains. Paula left it that way for a while.
She rose. She hiked up her hem, exposing her stockinged limbs to mid-thigh. She brushed a faint coating of dust from her knee.
"Dust," Paula said accusingly at Barbara.
Barbara, who had housekeeping duties, made a gasping sound and put her hand to her face, clearly squirming with discomfort.
Paula smiled thinly.
Her hit had scored. She would take up this dereliction of duty with the maid later, when she would be free to attend to more pleasant past-times.
Paula went to Johnny's rear.
Being bent forward from the waist made his creamy white ass stick out.
Paula put her sharp-toed high heeled shoe between Johnny's bare feet and nudged them open, to either side.
"Spread 'em," Paula said. "Spread 'em wide!"
Johnny spread his feet wide apart. His open legs allowed a glimpse of his dangling genitals.
Paula went down on one knee again, this time at his rear.
There were two more chains were, identical to the ones in front. Paula locked the unbreakable cuffs around his ankles.
When his feet were secured and spread, she took up the slack in the chains.
Johnny gasped.
Paula took up all the slack and snugged it in place around a protruding flange on the metal base of the device.
Johnny's body was taut, stretched. Wiry muscles flexed, standing out. Straining pain made itself felt in shoulder and hip joints.
Johnny shivered.
Paula ordered Barbara to fetch the bridle bit.
Barbara brought it from the tall wooden cupboard standing against the wall. The cupboard was crammed with S/M equipment.
The bridle bit was similar to that sort used on a horse, but it was human-sized.
It consisted of a head harness made of leather straps and metal fastenings, and a metal bit covered with black rubber padding.
The rubber covering the bit showed scores of chew marks.
Paula pulled the harness down over Johnny's head.
Johnny grimaced as the leather straps were pulled into position. His scalp and forehead was banded. From the forehead, a strap ran down his chin and up the other side. And of course the bit was crammed into his mouth.
Johnny's jaws gaped. The bit was stuffed between him. Paula shoved it in hard and deep, so his tongue was squashed and hard-edged metal cut into the corners of his mouth.
Paula made some small adjustments, pulling tight the individual locks and buckles.
Johnny's face was red and distorted by the bridle bit.
"And now that I've got you right where I want you, Johnny, I'm going to teach you a lesson I promise you'll never forget!
"I've had my fill of trouble from you to last a lifetime! Sometimes you make me wish I'd aborted you with a rusty coat hanger!
"But no more heartaches for me, Johnny! This was the last! This time, I'm going to make sure that there are no next times!
"This time, I'm going to break you!"
Johnny had expected no more than the standard punishment session, with perhaps an additional dose of severity.
But his psychological make-up included a streak of masochism, so he had not minded the idea of the punishment overmuch.
But Paula's harsh tones promised that this would be a session unique in his experience.. . and Johnny cared not at all for the idea.
He struggled against his chains, succeeding only in realizing just how very effective they were.
Johnny's struggles subsided.. .
Very well. He would get through this session, no matter what his hellish, unnatural mother had planned for him.
Sooner or later, once he was back in her good graces, he would find a way to get even, he promised himself.. .
In the meantime, he would just go along with this farce, and -
And then his train of thought ground to a crashing halt when he saw what Paula had just fetched from the cupboard:
CHAPTER FIVE
Wonderful feelings rippled through Wendy as she awoke.. .
Marvelous sensations!
Her mind was clouded with sleep, and with the sedative's drugging effects. Wendy was confused, unfocused, as yet only half-awake.. .
Was she dreaming?
All she knew was that she felt wonderful! If this was a dream, she only wanted it to continue.. .
She glowed with pleasure. Her skin tingled, glowed. A glimmer of well being floated all over her.
But was particularly strong in her soft, sensitive parts -
Her most intimate anatomy!
She really couldn't think clearly yet. Her eyes were closed. She drifted half-in and half-out of wakefulness, dream fragments floating up.
Wendy was SOOOOO warm!
Her velvet flesh glowed. She felt like she was floating on a tide of pleasure. Oh, when had she ever felt this good?
The overall glow was gradually replaced by a deeper, stronger sensation, a rising tide of excitement.
The warmth bathing her turned to heat. Her nipples throbbed, sending twin pulses of pleasure shooting through her.
But a third, ever so much more intense pleasure zone made itself felt -
Right between her legs!
Ummmmm, yes, that was the source of all these delicious feelings!
Her pussy felt like glowing silk and satin, oozing masses of moist juices. It glimmered like it was in some zone of pleasure.
She could barely sense the outlines of her pussy. They seemed to have melted, dissolved in the mass of pleasure down there.
But something that was not Wendy -something wet and warm and wonderfully alive and electric was making itself felt down there.
Its action sent waves of delight shooting through her.
Somebody moaned.
It would take Wendy a good deal of time to realize that she was the moaner.
The flashes of delight came stronger now, more direct and determined, as if planning to send Wendy rushing along with them.
And her breasts! They were also being stimulated wonderfully.
Her breasts were shimmering semi-solid globes tipped by achingly hard nipples. Nipples which glowed under kisses and caresses.
Sending out currents of arousal which mixed with the even more powerful currents arising from her dripping pussy.
Something in Wendy.. . and there most definitely was something in Wendy -something slippery and warm and wriggling.
It was all satiny and its action against her flesh thrilled the moaning miss.
She wanted to respond to it, to lean into those wiggling caresses, which were accompanied by liquid suckings and slurpings.
Wendy moved her hips to meet that stimulator, pushing her hips into it, rubbing herself against the giver of pleasure.
When she pushed her hips upward, and pressed her pussy against the stimulator, it made her feel all that much better.
And very good indeed did she feel!
She was short of breath hard for her to catch her breath. She panted for it.
She tried to move, to adjust position. Oddly, she hardly could move at all.
In all the midst of that fog of pleasure, two areas of unyielding rigidity stood out a pair of bands circling her ankles.
Confusion flickered in Wendy's mind, along with gathering wakefulness.
All was not bright and sunnily pleasant as she had been lead to believe. Somewhere in her head was the knowledge of things dark and wicked.
These thoughts were a kind of shadow, a dark cloud edging the bright hot sun of sensual delight in which Wendy now simmered.
And she was simmering God, it was hot!
She squirmed restlessly, yet little freedom of movement was open to her, indeed she even to be restrained in some fashion.
But she was so hot!
The heat radiated out from her pussy, pouring up through her in waves, waves which formed a tide which was irresistible -"God!"
Wendy came and came awake.
She was in Barbara's room, in Barbara's bed. She was on her back. She was nude, her nightgown, opaque and chaste, having been removed while she slept.
More than that had been done while she slept!
As Wendy came, her eyes snapped open.
She tried to sit up, but was held in place.
In stunned incomprehension, trembling from oncoming orgasm, Wendy tried to make some sort of sense out of the scene impinging on her eyeballs:
Barbara was in bed, too.
Paula Aunt Paula sat in a chair at the bedside, leaning over the bed.
Barbara, outfitted in her black satin French maid's uniform, knelt on the bed between Wendy's wide-spread legs.
Barbara's legs were folded under her. Her hands wrapped Wendy's naked hips. Her head was bowed between Wendy's legs.
Her face was pressed to Wendy's crotch.
Her mouth was fastened to Wendy's pussy.
Barbara's white linen maid's cap was tilted back to the middle of her crown.. . pushed back where it would be out of the way.
Out of the way, while she went down on
Wendy's pussy.
Barbara's round face was red under a glistening coating of saliva and pussy juices. Her blunt, round-tipped tongue flailed Wendy's pulsating clitoris.
Aunt Paula leaned over the bed. She was dressed casually, in a long-sleeved white blouse and knee-length black skirt.
She had her arms stretched across Wendy, one arm over the top of her breasts, the other arm over her belly.
She held Wendy's arms pinned at her sides, and Wendy pinned down to the bed.
Paula's head pressed Wendy's bosom.
Her sucking mouth was wrapped around Wendy's nipple, tonguing it.
"What-what are you doing?! "
Wendy's shriek was breathless, too.
In that instant, all the shocking painful memories crashed over Wendy, who suddenly remembered all that Johnny had done to her.
And, just as bad, realized what had been done to her by Aunt Paula and the maid.
Wendy was horrified -
But the orgasmic processes had already reached the point of no return. Like it or not, Wendy was coming. "OH!"
Her climax was wrenching. Wendy was no virgin, but neither had she ever had her precious pussy gone down on.
Especially not by so expert a clit-licker as Barbara!
Wendy's horror was only swept aside by the devastatingly physical reaction, the wrenching orgasm.
She went rigid, thrashing with stiff limbs on the bed, eyes rolling.
The climax crashed convulsively.
. . .Peaking at last, like a crashing tidal wave, it broke, casting Wendy down in a breathless rush of bodily sensuality.
"What.. . did.. . you.. . do?" Wendy moaned.
She was staggered.
Drained, her strength sapped, Wendy fell back on the bed, unable to do more for the moment than just lie there, moaning.. .
Paula pulled her sucking mouth off Wendy's mouth. She reached to the night table and from it took something glinting and metallic.
Handcuffs.
Wendy's eyes were squeezed shut. What had just happened to her was bad enough.
But looking at Aunt Paula's and Barbara's wicked, lascivious, leering faces was just too much for her to deal with.
Her hands were brought together.. . and something hard-edged and cold closed over her wrists, clicking locked into place.
THAT opened up Wendy's eyes fast enough!
Aunt Paula leaned back on the stool at the bedside. Her eyes glowed and her mouth and chin were wet.
As were Wendy's breasts, wet from suckings given them by Paula.
But it was not her aunt that attracted Wendy's squirming attention so much, as it was her restrained condition.
With all the implications held by such restraints.
After all, last night Johnny had bound her before raping her.
And, once again, she had been raped.
It was a gentler one, arranged while she slumbered, calculated to make her climax before she even knew what had happened.
A more subtle violation.
Barbara squatted with her bottom perched on the backs of her high heels.
She rolled her tongue in her mouth, smacked her lips, bubbled with merry laughter.
"Good morning!" Barbara sang out.
"Good afternoon, you should say," Paula corrected. "My tasty niece has slept for a long time!"
"I'll say she's tasty!" agreed Barbara.
"My God!" Wendy moaned. "Have you both gone crazy?! "
"Now, just relax, dear, don't get yourself excited "
Barbara made a mock pout:
"Didn't you like my, er, wake-up call, Wendy?"
"What are you doing to me?"
Wendy sat up. She lifted her cuffed hands in front of her.
"And these! Why are my hands cuffed?! "
"Purely a precautionary measure, darling," Paula said. "For your own good!"
"For my own good! And I suppose your molesting me is for my own good, too!"
"Why, yes, it is!"
"This is crazy," Wendy moaned. "I've got to get out of here!"
"You might find, that a bit difficult to do," Paula said.
Wendy was already moving not far.
For when she tried to scramble off the bed, she could not move.
Something--a pair of somethings--caught her ankles up short, preventing her from moving them more than a few inches each.
Now she saw the black plastic cuffs fettering her ankles. Each cuff was chained to a corner at the foot of the bed.
Chaining Wendy down to the bed with her legs spread wide.
Wendy flopped down on her back from her chains jerking her short.
"Help!"
"Don't be difficult, Wendy," Paula snapped irritably.
Wendy shrieked for help. When she paused to take another breath, Paula said:
"Yell as much and as loud as you like. This duplex is completely soundproofed, so none of the neighbors can hear you!"
Before Paula was done, Wendy resumed hollering.
Barbara put her hands over her ears to cover them from the noise.
Paula motioned to Barbara, beckoning her. Barbara unfolded her legs and dismounted from kneeling between Wendy's spread legs.
Wendy's bush was damp and dark with saliva. Her pussy lips bubbled under a frothy coating of saliva.
Under the saliva, her labia were darkly glowing. She was no less filled on the inside, where she dripped with juices and saliva.
Barbara moved to Paula. Barbara's eyes were heavy-lidded, sensual, smoldering. She moved slowly, highly aware of her body and all the soft sensitive parts thereof.
Paula turned to the side on the stool to face Barbara.
She lifted Barbara's skirt and petticoat.
Barbara wore a garter belt, panties, stockings. She held her skirt while Paula pulled down the see-through black lace panties.
Those panties were worn on the outside of the garters, standard procedure in this place, worn thusly for quick and easy removal.
Wendy's shrieks fell off for a stunned instant at the sight of Barbara's pink creamy hips, dark brown furry bush, thick pussy lips.
The panties rustled against Barbara's stockinged legs as they descended, to fall in a flimsy circle around her ankles.
Barbara leaned forward, as if to touch her toes.
Barbara's great round rump was a pair of pink shining globes, their creamy surfaces mottled with darker, rose-tinged splotches.
Souvenirs of last night's late-night discipline session.
Her bottom arched out as she bent down from the waist. Her pink rear was deliciously framed with garter belt and stockings.
The dark stocking tops pressed in on her upper thighs, so excess flesh welled out of the stocking tops, belling out.
Equally lush as her ripe thighs was the full flesh of her pussy.
A beaded droplet of moisture glimmered in her slit.
Barbara stepped out of her panties, working the dainty flimsies over her black shiny beetle-hard high heels.
Panties in hand, she straightened up.
"Here, ma'am!"
"Thank you, Barbara," Paula said coolly, her eyes glittering. "My, my.. . these panties are quite damp, dear!"
Paula lifted the panties under her chiseled nostrils. She held the undies so their fragrant crotch was turned out to her.
She inhaled.. . closed her thick-lashed eyes. Nostrils flaring, she inhaled deeply of the fragrance of the perfumed panties.
Perfumed with Barbara's natural juices.
Paula opened her eyes at last.
"How sweet you smell this morning, Barbara!"
"Thank you, ma'am!"
Barbara still held short skirt and petticoat up above her waist.
"If you think I smell good, ma'am wait 'till you get a whiff of our guest! Wendy smells like heaven between her legs!"
"I shouldn't doubt it," Paula chuckled, "after the work you've put into her this morning, my dear mouthy maid!
"How did my niece taste to you?"
"Dee-licious, ma'am!"
"I see and smell the effect Wendy's charms had on you, Barbara."
Paula reached between Barbara's legs.
Which Barbara obligingly spread wider, parting her thighs to allow Paula's hand to pass between them.
Pussy lips quivered at Paula's slight touch. Paula leaned forward, scraping her fingernails up and down the pussy lips.
Pressing her fingers on either side of the labia, Paula thumbed them open.
Pussy lips parted with a musky smell and a moist sucking sound. Juices oozed shinily from dripping pink membranes.
"Oh!"
Barbara gasped when Paula inserted not one, but two fingers held together, into her pussy, spearing them deep.
Paula worked her fingers back and forth, working them rapidly, generating more juices.
Barbara oohed and aahed, buttocks reflexively clenching and unclenching. She rocked her hips, working her pussy against the fondling hand.
"My God," Wendy wailed, "what kind of people are you?! "
"The kind you're going to get to know very much better," smiled Paula, not interrupting her fingering of Barbara.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ahhhh.. . Good morning, all!"
This cheery greeting came from Albert Townsend, who had stuck his head into the maid's room where Wendy was imprisoned.
That's what she was a prisoner.
She now was far gone in a private world. She was still bound and spread, as she had been before, but now she was gagged, too.
Gagged with Barbara's pussy-soaked panties.
Soiled crotch turned to the outside, the wadded panties had been stuffed into Wendy's mouth to keep her quiet.
An old stocking, shot through with runs, was employed to hold the panty gag in Wendy's mouth so she could not spit it out.
The stocking circled the lower half of her face, gripping between her jaws, knotted behind the back of her head.
The gag prevented words, and muffled sounds, but did not prevent them from being heard.. . and Wendy was quite vocal in her way.
Humming filled the room.. . electronic humming, buzzing from a pair of vibrators held by Barbara and Paula.
Barbara sat on the bed (her bed and many a night had she spent on it, bound like Wendy and subjected to delicious erotic torment).
Barbara employed her vibrator on Wendy's breasts.
Paula's stool was moved farther down along the bed, and was drawn up at the midpoint of Wendy's straining pink body.
Paula ran her vibrator in the area of Wendy's crotch.
Wendy's face was red, sleek with sweat. Her body was taut. Her breasts felt swollen, weighty.. . her nipples were angry stiff points.
Bosom flesh rippled under the humming head of the vibrator as it slid across it, rippling, pressing into the bosom flesh.
Barbara wrote great circles around the breasts, starting at the bases, working ever-in to the nipples.
Paula followed a similar process between the girl's legs.
Wendy was overcome.
Barbara smiled at her mistress.
"It's so exciting! Making her come against her will!"
"Isn't it?" Paula grinned. "Let's do it again!"
Wendy's body had betrayed her, and she regarded it bitterly, when she could think at all, which wasn't often, not with the way that pair of vibrators worked on her.
Hard for her to even maintain a straight line of thought! in the face of those damnably buzzing vibrators!
Wendy's body had doubly betrayed her -she had climaxed once from the eating given her in her sleep by Barbara; and she had come again, only minutes ago, from the pair of vibrators being used against her.
Wendy's body was all taut muscle under smooth skin. She shivered. Veins stood out on her forehead. Her face burned hot red.
Fitfully, futilely, she strained against her bonds.
Leather creaked and chains jangled as she writhed.
Most frightening to Wendy was the way her mind kept drifting off, falling into the abyss of bodily pleasure which beckoned her.
Wendy tried to keep some core of her personality intact, some grain of resistance.
But when she could not prevent her flesh from orgasming, it was hard to keep on fighting! So hard, to fight pleasure!
Barbara was only Paula's tool, and both femmes were wickedly skilled in the knowledge of all secret female tender spots which come alive with a touch.
They used that knowledge to help corrupt Wendy.
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of the sedative she had been administered, but she had great difficulty in thinking straight.
She kept catching herself drifting, allowing the great tides of pleasure to sweep her along, so she drifted on them like a boat slipping down river.
She would be just about to give herself up to pleasure then some sound from Barbara or Paula would remind Wendy of her captive condition.
Then panic would well up in her, competing with the body pleasure which poured out of her from constant over-stimulation.
Her mind and will was like a trapped bird beating its wing against the cage which keeps it captive.
Wendy's resistance was once more starting to crumble, when -
"Good morning, all!"
Barbara and Aunt Paula turned to meet the newcomer.
It was Albert Townsend. He wore pale mint-green silk pajamas with emerald green piping and a monogram over its left breast pocket.
Over the pajamas he wore a dressing gown, or robe. Slippers completed the ensemble.
He looked like some hedonistic bon vivant who had slept well, and risen to enjoy a civilized Continental breakfast.
"Good morning, darling!" Paula said cheerily.
"Good morning, sir!" said Barbara with respect.
Wendy said a number of things, all of them blocked by the gag stuffed in her mouth.
But the presence of Uncle Albert acted on her pleasure-drugged senses like a dash of cold water in the face.
All her waves of body heat had dizzied and dazed her, sucking her into a dreamy land of pure physicality.
But the intrusion the fact of Uncle Albert's maleness startled Wendy and helped her draw back from the sensual trap into which she was falling.
"I see you ladies are already busy at work!" Albert grinned.
"I thought Wendy was ready for her morning session, Albert!"
"Yes she looks more than ready to me!"
Uncle Albert loomed at the bedside, leering down at her.
How shameful!
All her naked charms all her most intimate maidenly parts were laid nakedly open for his examination.
Wendy's clouded face darkened even more with humiliation.
Humiliation was a storm of emotion which rose up, choking her.
Uncle Albert leaned forward and planted a loving peck on his wife's cheek.
"And how is our bad boy doing this morning, dear?"
"Johnny? Johnny's being well taken care of, Albert!"
Paula's evil smile testified that Johnny's condition was sure to be painful. "Good morning, Barbara."
"Good morning, sir!"
"How does your bottom feel this morning, dear?"
"A bit sore, sir!"
"I shouldn't wonder," Albert chuckled, "after last night!"
Late last night, after Wendy had been sedated and locked in Barbara's room, and while Paula enjoyed her own punishment session with her secured son, Albert had enjoyed some delightful diversions of the flesh with the maid.
Barbara underwent some discipline.. . all for the good of her soul.
Last night, Albert had undressed the girl and put her over his lap.
They were in his bedroom, Albert and Barbara, master and maid.
Barbara was immensely turned on before he even laid a hand on her. She had been vicariously stimulated by the night's activities.
So had Albert, for that matter.
He sat in an armchair, bare from the waist up, wearing slacks, feet bare. Barbara he had stripped naked.
She had climbed across his lap, already trembling with stimulation.
Her heavy-lidded eyes glittered under glazed lust filming them. Her flesh was soft, smooth, pliant, and malleable.
Her nipples were stiff as she draped herself across his knees in the classic punishment position for a spanking.
Her weight was soft and smooth, pressing down on his crotch, where his restless member stirred and strained already.
He arranged her. Her smooth flesh scraped against the tweedy natural fabric of his slacks. Her bush rustled against fabric.
Her lush bottom was turned up to him, for him.
Albert's hands shook as they hovered over that luscious ass. The ass was a pale glowing peach color with pink highlights.
He put his hand on her rump.
Soft smooth bottom flesh seethed with warmth against his hand. He stroked her rear, buttocks soft as butter in his grip.
He clutched a buttock, squeezed, kneaded it.
His other hand crept down between her thighs, wedging them apart and open.
He pressed the tip of his middle finger to the pussy at the proper angle of entry, then worked it inside her.
Barbara was hot as a furnace dripping wet.
Her lubrication allowed him to slip his finger all the way into her.
He hooked his middle finger into her, pressing it so it clamped deep and pressed hard against the slitted pussy lips.
Holding her in place by her pussy, he set to spanking her.
He spanked her with his bare hand.
He was a strong man with a hard-hitting hand. Not that this was a real punishment spanking per se it was done as an erotic diversion.
His seamed palm mashed down quivering bottom cheeks with sharp slapping sounds.
Strong steady spanks took their toll.
The crack of flesh against soft bottom flesh filled the room, echoing off the walls, mixing with Barbara's moans.
Each spank slammed down on her rear, pounding down the bottom flesh, mashing the buttocks, which rippled from the strike.
Albert's penis stiffened as he spanked the maid.
Presently, before Barbara's eyes were fairly moist, Albert's penis stood up in full-fledged feverish erection.
Barbara felt the hardness, thrusting up against her loins which pressed down on them. Her squirmings wriggled her back and forth over it.
His spanking heated her bottom cheeks -first a dull rose color, rising then into deep angry red blotches.
The continuing spanking caused those hot red blotches to expand outward from the centers of the cheeks.
Barbara squirmed but his finger, hooked into her pussy, controlled her as well as any bonds ever could.
As she squirmed from the spanking, she rubbed her pussy back and forth against his finger.. . she positively dripped with juices.
She moaned, her curly haired brunette head hanging down. Her writhing across his rod filled him with sexual stimulation.
Her cries, deep and prolonged, quavered with longing. The more she was spanked, the deeper and more prolonged these cries became.
At last, Barbara squirmed sobbing and humping on his lap as her bottom cheeks burned a hot bright red from his spanking hand.
He broke off the spanking then.
Her bottom flared hot against his hand when he tested it. Heat waves simmered up from the spanked buttocks.
His hands lifted off her.. . his finger disengaged from her pussy, wetness coating it with the thick juices of arousal.
He eased Barbara off his lap.
She stood, hunched forward, face red, tear-streaked. She sobbed, shoulders shaking, stiff-nipples breasts bobbing.
She had her trembling legs bent at the knees.
Albert rose.
His penis was so stiff and swollen that it ached him even in the baggy, loose fitting slacks which he had donned.
Not to worry -
Those pants would trouble him with their tightness no longer, for they were coming down right.. . now!
Along with his undershorts.
A bright sticky patch of clear seminal fluid shone on the head of his cock, pre-come leakage from the thrill of spanking Barbara.
Albert kicked off his pants and shorts, which were down at his ankles, so he was naked as Barbara when he sat back down.
His bare buttocks pressed down into the velvet seat cushions.
His penis stiff, scarlet, seething rose imperiously from his hips, a lance of flesh, thick, swollen.
A faithful, well trained pet, Barbara went to her knees.
She gasped, whimpering from fresh sensations shooting through her red, spanked rear. She reached behind her.
She wanted to rub some of the soreness out of her bottom.
She put her palms on her ass cheeks. But they were still too sore for such cavalier handling, and she moaned aloud.
Her cry of discomfort sexually excited Albert.
His legs were parted, knees spread to the sides, permitting, indeed insisting, on Barbara kneeling between those legs.
He reached forward, the back of his hand brushing her wet face.
The hand came away, wet with her tears. He brought it to his mouth and licked it, a faint taste of salt tingling on his taste buds.
He took hold of his penis with one hand and the back of her head with the other.
He didn't need to pull her head to his erection.
Barbara already was in motion.
Her trembling lips parted. Sweet heat issued from her juicy mouth.
Her perfumed breath oozed, tingling on the head of his cock.
Her open mouth descended over the penis head.
Barbara took the cock head in her mouth and started sucking.
Her lips pressed his shaft below the cock head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. The suction was slightly incredible.
He pulled her down further.
The moist insides of her ripe lips hugged his shaft, sliding down it as she took his member deep into her mouth.
Her eyes were closed. Fat tears oozed out from below thickly fluttering lashes. Tears dribbled down her face.
Barbara sobbed while she sucked him.
That combination having his erection serviced by a lovely, weeping young woman -was indescribably thrilling to him.
Albert squirmed in his seat. His buttocks were tight-clenched, sweaty, as he squirmed in his seat, pumping his penis in response to her head action.
Her head bobbed up and down, silkily sucking his swollen erection.
His hands pressed her moist face, sticky with tears, warm with blushing heat, and stroked her silken hair.
She did not have to suck him for very long before he came.
When he did, she anticipated. Her head came down, her mouth fully engulfed his member, and she wrapped her mouth around his orgasming rod.
He came.
Barbara sucked up his come, or sucked it down, rather, for she gulped it as it spurted from the head of the coming cock.
Albert gave a final spasm as the last of his semen spurted down her throat.
Barbara had finished her chore just in time, for even as the last few oozing drops issued from Albert's penis, Paula entered the bedroom.
Paula had promised the slave maid a punishment session of her own, for letting her appearance lapse during the crisis.
Albert turned the maid over to his wife, and played with his semi-erect penis while Paula took the girl in hand for carnal chastisement.
Yes, Barbara's bottom had reason to burn bright red this morning!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Stand up, Barbara, I want to examine you!"
"Yes, sir!" , A sudden silence fell as Barbara and Paula switched off their vibrators. In the absence of that twin buzzing, Wendy's muffled whimperings became louder.
"And a very good morning to YOU, my dear!" Albert leered.
Wendy wailed, then turned her face to the wall.
"Don't worry, dear, you won't be neglected!" Albert assured her.
"Neglected?! " Paula laughed. "Well, hardly!" Paula chuckled. "Why, we've been working over this miss for the last hour!"
"Yes, I can see that!"
Indeed he could what with Wendy displaying all the symptoms of a young miss in the extremities of sexual stimulation.
If only she could cover her breasts with those betraying stiff nipples, or hide away the red, swollen, seething condition of her over-stimulated pussy!
But with her hands and legs in restraint, she could do nothing.
For now, though, it was Barbara who became, briefly, the center of attention.
Albert told Barbara to turn around.
"Yes, sir!"
Barbara pirouetted, the white ruffles of her petticoat flashing under her black satin skirt of the maid's uniform.
Barbara stood with her back turned to Paula and Albert. Coy, the coquettish maid glanced archly over her shoulder at master and mistress.
"Raise your skirt, Barbara.. . petticoat, too!" Barbara hiked up her garments in the rear.
Already, the skirt was so short that merely the act of walking lifted skirt and petticoat to flash the bottom curves of Barbara's lush rear.
The petticoat crackled, rustling against the silk skirt, as Barbara lifted the skirt to her waist.
Albert leaned forward, head tilted toward Barbara's lush rear.
Rosy red color tinted her ordinarily creamy pink buttocks.. . but it was only a light touch of color, having had a night to lessen.
"Why, that bottom of yours is hardly warm!" Albert said. "I'll have to warm it for you later, Barbara!"
"Yes, sir!"
"And who knows what else I'll have to do, eh?"
His fingers slipped into the deep crack of her ass. His probing fingertip found the little dimpled button of Barbara's anus.
He pressed it. The anus was moist, sticky with sweat, tight.
"Ooh!"
Barbara's stiff nipples responded to the quivering of her massaged asshole.
Albert withdrew his hand from her rear, after giving it a little pat.
Barbara let down her skirt and petticoat.
"But what sort of host am I?" Albert wondered aloud, "to have neglected our guest, your little niece, Paula?
"I'll have to remedy that oversight!"
Whimpering, Wendy sought to evade Albert when he sat down on the edge of the bed, slippered feet planted on the floor.
But where could Wendy go?
Nowhere not when she was bound to the bed in spread bondage.
"How charming you are, Wendy how utterly charming!"
A gurgling sob was muffled by the sodden panty gag in Wendy's mouth.
Fresh tears dribbled from her red eyes. She shook with soft sobbings.
"Go ahead, dear, cry all you like, yes," Albert cooed. "You certainly suffered at the hands of Johnny last night! Not to mention other parts of his anatomy!
"Johnny violated the laws of hospitality when he ravished you, Wendy. If it's any consolation, Johnny has been, and will continue to be, most severely punished.
"In the meantime, I will do my upmost to insure that the remainder of your stay here is as delightful as possible!
"Which is what my wife and Barbara have been doing for you up to now, I see!"
Wendy flinched when Albert's hand touched down on her breasts.
His fingers stroked smooth bosom flesh, savoring silk-like textures. He palpitated her breast, fingers working, squeezing.
"Actually, Paula, your little niece is not so little!"
"She does have gorgeous tits, doesn't she?" Paula gurgled. "Indeed!"
"They taste divine, too!"
"I'm sure you've already lunched on them!"
"On her tits yes; but it's Barbara who had the main course! But go ahead, Albert, try some of Wendy's good sweet titties!"
"My pleasure," purred Albert.
"Hers, too.. . eventually!"
"Nothing like a good morning kiss, eh, Wendy?"
So murmured Albert Townsend as he bent his head down to Wendy's bosom.
Wendy whimpered, squirming.
"Now, now, my dear girl, just calm yourself.. . I'm not going to hurt you!"
Albert pressed his face against Wendy's breasts. Wonderfully pneumatic, they buoyed up his head like a cushion.
His hands fastened on the breasts.
The bosom flesh was sticky from saliva, and incredibly sensitive from the various suckings and vibrator games played on them.
Albert clutched the breasts in each hand, fat stiff nipples protruding from the tops of his hands.
He kneaded the mounds. The nipples, fat as they were, swelled even fatter from the handling. Albert nuzzled the stiff nipples.
His mouth fastened on the throbbing button of a nipple, lips closing over it.
His lips clutched the nipple, sucking while his tongue whipped it.
Pop!
One nipple flopped out of his mouth, while he put his mouth to the other nipple, licking and sucking that one.
Then he pressed both breasts, pushing them into distended shapes, forching them so their stiff nipples stood side by side.
His mouth stretched as he lowered it down on both nipples at once.
A little game it was, taking both nipples in his lips at once.
Few acts could more aptly have demonstrated the erotic greed of Albert Townsend than in his taking not one but two nipples in his mouth at once.
Wendy's breasts were distended, pulled and stretched at the tips, so that both nipples could throb side by side in the center of his mouth.
Albert sucked and slurped.
At last, he came up for air.
Pop! Pop!
Both nipples flopped out of his mouth. They throbbed more than ever. Albert's mouth was wet. He smacked his lips.
"You were right," Albert said, "she is delicious!"
"Wait 'till you taste her where I did!" Barbara smirked.
"Oh, I will to be sure," Albert said. "But I'm in need of something more than mere oral stimulation!"
So was Barbara so was his wife.
Paula had moved the stool back from the bed, affording her a front-row view of all that would happen upon it.
She sat facing the bed. The maid sat on her lap.
Paula's hand fastened on Barbara's bosom.
The front of the maid's uniform was stretched out of shape and straining at the seams from Barbara's oversized bust.
The mounds pressed tautly against black satin fabric, so the maid's uniform swelled out like a balcony of bosom flesh.
Stiff nipples stood outlined against shimmering black satin like pebbles.
Paula fondled the maid through the uniform. Her gliding hands rustled against the black satin sheathing the breasts.
Barbara oohed and aahed.
Paula's fingertips stroked and stimulated the nipples through black satin. Her hands slid down, lower, lower.. .
Albert rose, to stand at the bedside.
Wendy flicked a fearful glance at him a glance which became even more fear-ridden when she saw the bulge at his crotch.
His green mint-colored silk pajamas were lifted by a swollen erection, whose knob-shaped head was outlined against it.
"Yes," Albert murmured, "I think I'll show our little, excuse me, our not so little guest, the full hospitality we offer!
"Especially after you ladies did such a fine job of readying her!"
Albert leaned over the flinching girl.
Wendy's light brown bush was soaked with saliva, saturated with the stuff, which dampened and darkened it.
Her pussy lips and upper thighs were no less wet.
Wendy groaned when Albert touched her pussy.
The pussy lips were darkly red, swollen from the previous hour's session of oral sex and vibrator stimulation.
Saliva and secretions formed a glossy coating on the pussy.
Wendy moaned when Albert's fingers played with her pussy lips, opening them.
He slipped a questing finger inside her.
Oh yes," Albert announced, "she's ready."
"And so are you!" Paula laughed. "Yes, I am!"
Albert grabbed his crotch and squeezed his stiff penis through his pajamas.
"Since you're so delightfully naked, I'm sure you won't object if I, your host, join you in this informality, Wendy!"
Wendy did object with every atom of her being but that was why the gag was stuffed in her mouth.
Albert took off his robe. He pulled off his pajama top.
He was a middle aged man with a mature physique:
Sloping shoulders, chest hair going gray, a thick but not fat torso, and a monstrously thick, fat penis.
He loosened his pajama bottoms, then pulled them down -
His stiff penis flopped out, to jut quiveringly from his heavy hips.
Wendy really started squirming then.
"Now, now, my dear young lady, don't excite yourself! Although your squirmings should be just absolutely delightful, come to think of it!"
Paula inquired:
"Do you want Barbara to suck you before you put it in Wendy?"
"No, that won't be necessary! You two did a good job on her she's just dripping wet between the legs more than ready for me!
"And frankly, I can't postpone my anticipation of enjoying her sweet pussy any longer! So, if you girls will excuse me, I'll be at it!"
Albert mounted the bed and the girl.
He climbed on the mattress, crouching on hands and knees over the girl. His erection jutted down at her.
He reached under himself, took hold of his erection, squeezed.. .
"Ah.. . . "
He lowered himself down on Wendy.
He lay flat atop her. His body was warm, smooth, heavy. He pressed her into the mattress, penis prodding her pussy.
He guided the head of his cock to her pussy.
He massaged the cock head up and down the pussy lips, but only for an instant, then his cock tip wedged open the pussy lips.
He slipped the cock head into the pussy lips, forcing them open.
Heat poured out of Wendy's pussy Barbara and Paula had well readied her.
Albert's face, already swollen with choking lust, darkened more as he worked his rod into the girl's honeyed slit.
His eyes rolled as his cock head was clutched by Wendy's satiny sheath .
When his cock was partially in her, he lowered himself down, allowing his weight to push his penis deep into her.
Wendy had been oralized and vibrated, but her pussy was still tight, and it shot through with twinges when he put it in her.
Albert hissed his breath in gasping groans as he inserted his rod.
Lubricated by her juices, and the saliva which Barbara's mouthing had liberally deposited in Wendy, his penis thrust inward. Total penetration achieved! Fully inside her now, Albert delighted in having his seething member holstered in such steamy scented pussy flesh.
Finally overcoming the delicious state in which her tight hot pussy had thrown him, he began moving atop her.
His thick spreading buttocks tightened. His hips rocked. He began working his penis back and forth inside her.
Under him, she was slippery as an eel, with her silky skin and her nipples like living rubies and her bush like moist velvet. And, within -She was heaven!
Albert started slowly, with deep probing thrusts. He kept his cock lodged deep, and rose on his toes, straining to drive his penis deeper.
She was slippery. He sweated, too. His sweat greased his body and hers so their flesh came together clingingly.
The bed creaked on its frame. Groans were forced out of Wendy with each thrust.
Albert pressed his weight down on elbows and knees and continued to plow into her. His penis flared hotter with every stroke.
Paula, meanwhile, amused herself by fingering Barbara's pussy.
Barbara had pulled her skirt and petticoats up to her waist, exposing her charms. She sat across Paula's laps, across those broad strong thighs.
Barbara's plump stockinged thighs were parted.
Paula's hand worked between them.
Paula pressed her forefinger and middle finger together, then worked them both into Barbara's dripping pussy.
At the same time, she pressed her thumb against the maid's clit -
Slowly, to be sure, and gently at first, but with ever-increasing ardor. And all the While, she worked her fingers back and forth in Barbara.
Barbara's bare bottom was sweaty against Paula's skirted thigh. Paula steadied the girl with one arm around her waist.
Both femmes watched Albert fuck Wendy, firing their own desires.
Albert's hips rose, his buttocks lifting as he drew back, then falling as he thrust forward, plunging his penis into the girl.
Barbara's clitoris was fat and oily and throbbing. Sensation shot through her from each contact, no matter how light, of Paula's hand.
Barbara was not far from her climax.
Paula knew that from Barbara's ardent squirmings from her lust-contorted facial expression and from the heavings of her pussy.
It wouldn't take many more plunging strokes of her fingers, of her thumb touching the clitoris, to bring Barbara over the edge.
But -
Barbara was not going to get the release she so desperately desired. Not yet, anyhow.
For Paula was pulling her fingers out of Barbara, all the way out this time.
Barbara moaned with disappointment and sexual frustration.
"Oh, Paula "
Paula's fingers, wet with juices, imperiously pointed at the floor.
Barbara would kneel before Paula, orally serving the mistress while Paula watched her husband finish fucking Wendy!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Whimpering with sexual wanting, Barbara went off Paula's lap. Barbara pouted.
"Please, ma'am, don't leave me like this."
"A bit of self-denial will do you good, Barbara!"
"But, please, can't I watch the rest?. "
"There will be plenty of chances for you to watch and do more than watch in the very near future!
"But for now, miss, I have given you an order!"
"Yes, ma'am.. . " Barbara said glumly.
"And don't go all pouty and sullen on me, miss, unless you want your bottom warned with a session with my strap!"
Paula stood, hands moving at the sides of her skirt.
Shrugging resignedly, Barbara went down to her knees, petticoat and skirt dropping down to cover her steamy pussy.
She turned her head to the side, devoting half her attention to the hot sex action taking place on the bondage bed.
Paula's slit skirt allowed her to reach under it. She pulled the front section of the skirt to the side.
She wore no panties.
She sat back down, lifting her skirt in the rear, as well, so her bare ass would not press it and soak it with sweat.
. . .Or other secretions.
Once more Paula sat down. She busied herself with the buttons running down the front of her white long-sleeved blouse.
Her breasts were bare and braless rich swollen mounds which popped out of the opened blouse, spreading the flaps to the sides.
Paula's stiff nipples stood out angrily, red and throbbing points crowning luscious, melon-sized mounds.
Paula pushed her skirt to the side, out of the way. She spread her knees to the sides, parting her rounded taut thighs.
Crooking her finger, she beckoned Barbara to her.
The maid moved carefully, not wanting to snag or run her stockings on the floor. Luckily, the carpet cushioned her knees.
She stood on her knees between Paula's spread thighs.
Barbara turned her head over her shoulder to glance with wide hot eyes at the fleshy spectacle of Albert humping away at Wendy's gagged, bound, spread body.
Albert took deep surging strokes, his sweaty belly slapping down on hers with each deep stroke he plied into her.
Paula cupped Barbara's chin, very firmly turning the girl's head away from the bedside action, and toward her pussy.
Paula put her hand on top of Barbara's head and pulled the maid's face down to the crotch.
Giving out a little lustful cry as the full scent of Paula's pungently aromatic pussy filled her quivering nostrils, Barbara pressed her face to the pussy.
Paula wriggled with delight.
The vicarious thrills of voyeurism paled when Barbara confronted Paula's hot juicy pussy, pushed against her face.
Leaning forward, bare stiff-nippled breasts nuzzling the top of the maid's head, Paula took hold of Barbara's hands.
She moved them both upward, so they were wrapped around Paula's waist.
"I want those hands of yours where I can see them at all times," Paula smirked. "That will prevent you from playing with your pussy!"
Barbara already had switched into her complete submissive mode, and she offered up the worship of her lips and tongue to her mistress.
Paula's face glowed with wicked pleasure.
Barbara's head was hugged between bare, smooth, warm, strong thighs.
The aroma of Paula's pussy was overwhelming.
Barbara was intoxicated, lightheaded as she gave head.
Trembling lips pressed pussy lips of hot velvet, parting them to expose sleek dripping membranes rich with dripping juices.
Barbara's jaws gaped, stretching her mouth wider and wider like a serpent in the process of swallowing an egg.
When her mouth gaped open, Barbara fastened her lips to Paula's pussy.
Pussy lips were pressed by Barbara's parted lips. Tight pressure formed a seal, attaching mouth to nether mouth.
Out came Barbara's blunt-tipped tongue, to dip between the pussy lips, prying them apart, slipping into the dripping honey pot.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Paula murmured as the tongue filled her.
Her clutching thighs pressed provocatively in reaction to having her pussy entered by Barbara's probing tongue.
Barbara pushed her tongue deep as it could go.
Seething pussy membranes clutched the penetrating tongue. Barbara rolled her tongue back and forth, lapping juices.. .
Swallowing them down.
"Ummmmmmmm," Paula gasped.
She was in good hands well, not hands, exactly.
But Barbara was well trained, trained to a T, and then some, and she knew just how and where and how much Paula liked to have her pussy licked.
Paula grinned down at the top of Barbara's bobbing, curly-haired head.
Paula savored the sight of her husband fucking her niece.
That Wendy was a hot nubile little bitch -
Paula had big plans for her.
Paula was particularly excited by the complex emotions crossing Wendy's face as her tight pussy was fucked.
Of course, the gag covered the lower half of her face, but it hardly masked at all the many powerful emotions gliding over that face.
Fear, anxiety, shame, disbelief these primal emotions paraded across Wendy's face in rapid succession.
Often the expression lasted no more than a few seconds, to be replaced by another emotion with equal rapidity.
And more and more, a new emotion flickered across Wendy's gagged face -
Arousal!
Unwilling, to be sure and quickly smothered by Wendy's fears. But it crept there, all the same.
Oh, the girl was fighting it, to be sure.
Just as she fought against what Barbara's mouth had done to her pussy, making it climax earlier in shuddering orgasm.
Even as Wendy came then, she had been horrified by the overwhelming physical reaction which seized her.
Even as she had fought what the devilish, humming vibrators had done to her, filling her ultra-sensitive flesh with astounding sensations.
Yes, Wendy fought her initiation into sexual corruption.
But she fought a stacked deck. For Albert and Paula had played this game -recruiting an initially reluctant and even unwilling conquest into their nest of depravity.
They were old hands at the game while this was Wendy's first time out.
Also working against Wendy was her body. Her mind wanted one thing but her body could be made to want something else.
Here was the great secret, well known to corrupters like Paula and Albert: The body was a machine. Certain reactions were automatic. A nipple responded to stimulation like licking or sucking by becoming erect.
Even when its owner was unwilling, the nipple, if properly handled (or mouthed, or whatever) would become erect.
And an erect nipple, when further stimulated, sends out more signals of arousal. The same principle applied to the pussy. No matter how unwilling or resolutely against arousal its owner might be, a pussy, when properly stimulated, would respond. That was the key proper stimulation. When Wendy had been raped last night by Johnny, there had been no question of her responding to the rape.
It had been violent and painful, with no stimulation of her body.
Ah, but this session was different.
Wendy was no less willing, but the stimulation was such that there was no resisting it.
Wicked mouths and humming vibrators had whipped Wendy's body to hot frenzy -
And Wendy had been dragged along willy-nilly by her seething flesh.
Paula was a master at the art of exciting sexuality in her subject, male or female, no matter how unwilling that subject might be.
Wendy did. not hunger for Albert's cock -that massive sleek-hided rod now lunging back and forth, plying her with deep strokes.
But she had been so sexually over-stimulated by the previous action Paula and Barbara had been working on her for over an hour that when Albert stuck a swollen cock into that stimulated pussy, Wendy had responded.
Paula's leering lips quirked upward in a smile of satisfaction.
Her plan their plan, hers and Albert's to turn Wendy on, against her will, and to corrupt her was proceeding nicely.
Not to mention Paula's own pleasure.
That was proceeding nicely, too.. .
Just lovely, in fact!
And it could be even lovelier.. .
Paula tilted Barbara's head back. With moist sucking sounds, Barbara's clinging mouth popped loose from Paula's pussy.
Red color shone in Barbara's apple cheeks -that is, the cheeks of her face. Paula's juices and her own saliva coated her face.
Barbara blinked in the sudden exposure to light resulting from having her face pulled away from Paula's pussy.
"Lick my clit!" Paula commanded.
She pushed Barbara's face back to her seething slit.
Paula squirmed as Barbara's tongue rolled her sensitized slot, to stab the clitoris with a fat tongue tip.
Paula squirmed, oohing and aahing.
The pressure of Barbara's tongue touching her ultra-sensitive clit sent Paula soaring to a whole new realm of stimulation.
It was almost too intense! . . .Sensing that, knowing the needs of her mistress, Barbara lightened up the touch of the tongue.
A light touch, just the right touch of the tongue, dabbing so very lightly across Paula's clitoris.
Light touches, just pinging off Paula's clit.
"Ummmmmmm!" Paula moaned.
Tightening her ass, she pushed forward on the chair, grinding her clit against Barbara's lips and tongue..
Taut thighs rhythmically pressed Barbara's hardworking head. The flexing of the thigh muscles was synchronized with the contractions of Paula's pussy.
Barbara's tongue and jaws ached. The tip of the tongue felt ultra-sensitive, as if worn down to the nerves by licking.
Paula's clitoris was a throbbing node of flesh. It pounded like a little beating heart. Its tremors grew more pronounced.
As for Wendy, she whirled in a storm of sexual terror.
She was trapped in a nest of perverts!
Johnny had been bad enough. But Johnny was clearly a sicko, seriously disturbed. Rape might well be expected from one like him.
But what was truly chilling was the equal depravity of all the others in the household, since she never, never would have expected it of them!
Aunt Paula, so sleek and sophisticated -Albert, suave, debonair and the maid Barbara, who had been so friendly and outgoing!
And yet now Albert was raping her, after Barbara had eaten her pussy and worked her over with a vibrator under the direction of Paula!
Albert's thrusts were deep, driving.
Wendy was not in any real physical pain.. . oh, her wrists and ankles were chafed from straining against her bonds, and she was still sore from last night.
But it was her mental pain that was so devastating!
Albert's face loomed huge right up by hers. Through slitted eyes she looked at him. On his face was utterly self-absorbed lust.
His hard penis was in her, hammering her. It was long and exceedingly thick; its thickness stretched her and sent twinges shooting through her.
But she had been well prepared for the ravishing.
Barbara's oral actions and the vibrator session had made Wendy a stranger in her own turned-on body.
That was what they had done turned her on against her will.
Albert pumped and humped, gasping for breath. His wheezing breath played over her face in great humid draughts.
Wendy, shuddering, turned her face away from Albert.
Her stunned gaze fell on Aunt Paula and Barbara.
Paula sat on the stool, leaning forward. Her open blouse allowed both big breasts to jut out, all naked.
Paula's arms were bent at the elbows and her hands were on her breasts, one to each breast, fingers pulling and tweaking the nipples.
While Paula pleasured herself above the waist, Barbara pleasured Paula below it.
Paula's taut thighs flexed with muscle, gripping Barbara's head. Lapping licking sucking sounds came from Barbara's mouth working on Paula.
Albert was riding in to the home stretch.
His orgasm was near.
His thrusts drove his cock down deep. His belly slapped hers with every thrust.
She hardly could feel the shape of her pussy, it was part of a fusion of sensation along with his pumping penis.
His member burned hot in her hot, hotter -hotter!
Albert slipped his hands under her bottom cheeks. Her buttocks were sweaty, while the bed below was saturated with sweat.
His hands were strong, fingers clutching her bottom cheeks, palms cupping them, holding her ass tight.
Wait!
What was Albert doing?! no! No, please, not that too!
At first she thought his fingers had slipped into the cleft of her bottom by accident but this was no accident!
His fingertips were reaching, pressing, probing for her little button anus!
There! He had found it!
His fingertip pressed and prodded her little hole, rubbing it, then squirming into it, working the first joint of the finger into her.
Albert jammed his penis deep -
This time, he did NOT pull out for another thrust.
This time, he kept his cock planted deep inside her, as deep as it could go.
His member swelled against her straining membranes. Semen surged.
Albert came.
His cock pumped masses of come into her in gushing spasms, filling her, overflowing out her pussy so some of the stuff oozed down her crotch.
Albert gasped and groaned and moaned like a crazy man.
At the same time, Paula climaxed.
She was stiff with strain. Her head tilted back, cording her neck muscles, carving lines of tension in her face.
The lust of Wendy's captors was satisfied -for a time.
But Wendy's initiation had only just begun!
CHAPTER NINE
"Please!" Wendy weepingly groaned, "please, let me go!"
"We will after you've done what you've been told!"
"I will, I promise!"
"But you must do it now, dear girl!"
"I can't! I I feel like I'm going to burst!"
"The butt plug will make sure you don't, dear," Paula hissed.
"B-b-but I can't do it like this! My tummy is so swollen, and and I'm getting cramps and everything!"
"The sooner you obey, the sooner you'll be unplugged and allowed to relieve yourself! But first you must relieve us!"
"Oh, God! . . . "
"Just do as you're told, Wendy, and everything will be fine," Barbara said. "Then we can all have some fun!"
"I'm having fun now," Paula admitted. "It really turns me on to fill a naughty niece up with a two-quart enema!"
Which was just what had been done.
Bizarre rubber fetishism, bondage, and water sports were being enacted that evening in the so-called playroom.
Low amber lights hung the large, stark room with shadow, gloom blurring the sharp outlines and heaping up in the corners.
Wendy, nude she had not worn a stitch of clothing all day was stretched face down across the bondage horse.
The same horse across which Johnny had last night gotten his punishment in the form of a monster-sized dildo which had torn up his tender ass.
Wendy was unaware of Johnny's punishment. She knew only that she had not seen him since last night and she heartily hoped never to have to set eyes on him again.
Besides, she had other, more pressing matters to occupy her attention.
Such as the pressure of the two-quart enema filling her.
When Wendy was a little girl, staying for the weekend at Granny's house, she had eaten too many sweets and gotten a tummy ache.
Granny had given her an enema.
Wendy had been afraid. Her momma never gave enemas. But she was a youth and Granny was set on it, so Wendy had to submit.
She had been young, but not so young that she was not filled with an overwhelming sense of shame that time at having to take the enema.
Whining that her tummy ache had gone away, even though it hadn't, she had been made to stretch naked across Granny's lap.
Granny had given the enema to the girl. For years afterward, all Wendy had to do was recall that afternoon, and a deep hot blush covered her face.
But that enema was nothing compared to the one she was getting now.
This was an enforced discipline enema.
Wendy had been unwilling to take her captors by mouth. This was their way of forcing her to submit.
Earlier, after Albert climbed off her, and
Wendy had been cleaned, sponge-bathed by Barbara, and her gag removed, she had to urinate.
Barbara brought her a bedpan.
The bedpan was hard and cold against her flesh.. . but Wendy had had to go so bad that she finally just let loose.
But this enema was miles beyond the bedpan, where humiliation was concerned.
It was night.
More restraints had been put on Wendy. A leather collar circled her neck. It was padded on the inside with satin cushions, protecting the soft flesh of her neck.
The collar locked in place. Albert, Barbara, and Paula all hovered over Wendy as she was freed from her bonds on the bed.
No sooner were her hands free, however, then she was forced to sit up in bed, legs still chained spread.
Then her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Cold steel circled her wrists. Having her arms pulled behind her back made her breasts jut out even more than normal.
This excited her captors, who fondled the breasts, squeezed, kneaded, palpitated, stroked, kissed, licked, and sucked.
Then her legs were freed. She was assisted to her feet.
Barbara and Paula flanked her. Each of them held her by the upper arms, supporting her. Her legs initially were cramped.
They walked her around the bedroom. At last she got her legs back. Then they walked her out of the maid's bedroom.
Naked, supported on either side, Wendy made her way through the ground floor of the duplex.
How different the familiar surroundings were, in this new context!
From the kitchen wafted good food smells. They took Wendy in there.
She was seated. Her bare buttocks pressed the seat cushion. She closed her legs, pressing her thighs to cover her pussy.
Her pussy was covered, but her bush stuck out.
The meal was served.
Barbara sat close to Wendy. The maid cut the food on Wendy's plate into small bite-sized portions and fed them to her.
Wendy was starved, not having eaten for an entire day.
The meal done, Albert and Paula took Wendy out of the kitchen, while Barbara remained inside to clean up.
They sat naked, handcuffed Wendy down on a couch and sat on either side of her.
Albert tried to kiss her.
Wendy, uncooperative, would not open her mouth.
Paula tried her arts.
Her hands moved over Wendy's breasts, sliding, teasing, stroking. Her fingers found the nipple and worked it into erection.
"Be a nice girl and come across," Paula murmured.
"No!"
"Don't be difficult, Wendy! You know you want it!"
"No I don't!"
"Your body says different, dear look how hard your nipple is!"
Paula tweaked Wendy's nipple.
"Hard as a rock.. . now, do be a good, sensible girl!"
"You're crazy!"
"Now, Wendy.. . " Albert mildly remonstrated.
"How long are you going to keep me like this?! "
"As long as necessary!"
"You'll never get away with this!"
"No?" Albert asked. "And pray tell, why not?"
"B-because! Because I'll tell! I'll tell the police!"
"And what will you tell them Wendy?" Albert tolerantly asked.
"I'll tell them everything!"
"And we'll just tell them that you're crazy, that you made it all up, and then it will be your word against ours!
"Now, who do you think the police are more likely to believe Paula and I, a pair of well to do, respectable citizens "
"Respectable! Hah! That's a joke!"
"Or a girl from out of town, a stranger, and what's more, a stranger with no connections, no clout, and no pull in town?"
"I I'll make them believe me!"
"How? What will you tell them that your aunt and uncle and their maid drugged you and held you prisoner and forced you to have sex with them?"
"Yes!"
"And then well say that you're a cheap little blackmailer, who played some fun and games and tried to shake us down for a pay-off!
"Then, when we didn't pay, you went to the police to make trouble! That's what we'll tell them and we can make it stick!"
Paula chimed in:
"And just think of the scandal, Wendy! Think of what this will do to your poor dear mother! Think of the sensation it will cause in your home town!"
"You-you wouldn't tell!"
"No.. . not unless you make trouble for us. But all this unpleasant talk is mere foolishness as if you would tell on us, or we on you!
"Now, just stop fighting it, Wendy, and you'll enter a whole new world of pleasure and ecstasy!"
"Like last night, you mean? With Johnny?"
Albert pursed his lips, thoughtfully pushing them in and out.
"That was a mistake one for which Johnny is being very severely punished, you may be sure! He won't molest you again!"
"No because you'll be too busy doing it!"
Paula and Albert exchanged lewd glances.
"The girl has spirit," Albert said.
"Perhaps too much so," Paula said. "Her insolence will have to be curbed a bit, so she learns her place!"
"Still some spirit is good in the girl it keeps things from getting too dull!"
Albert fondled her breasts.
"Get your hands off me!"
Paula pressed her palms on the tops of Wendy's taut thighs and slid them up and down, then tried to push them open.
"Open your legs, Wendy!"
"No!"
Once more, Paula and Albert exchanged glances.
"A bit of humbling might well be in order,"
Albert remarked.
"Not to mention a bit of humiliation," Paula purred.
"Still, we'll give her one more chance to reconsider her attitude.. . come now, Wendy, stop your useless resistance!
"Don't forget, I've already had you, and I'll have you again, and so will we all so why not cooperate?
"Once you give up all those old dreary ideas of morality, you'll learn to love the pleasures of the flesh we can bring you!"
"You might be able to force me " Wendy began.
"Might?! Why, we already have."
"But you won't get me to cooperate -never!"
Paula and Albert broke into laughter.
Paula said, "Have you got a lot to learn, little girl! And learn it you will.. . "
She went to caress Wendy's long masses of hair.
Resentfully, sullenly, Wendy jerked her head away from Paula's hand.
"Don't touch me! You-you disgust me!"
Paula's face set in hard lines. She smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes.
"You've got a lot to learn, little girl and learn it you shall!"
She turned to Albert.
"Yes, dear, I think a dose of humiliation is called for."
"Delightful!"
Albert rubbed his palms in glee. Red color tinged his cheeks.
"As soon as Barbara is done in the kitchen, we'll have a little session!"
"You sound like you have something definite in mind, dear!" Paula purred.
"Oh, yes! A double dose of water sports will curb this haughty miss!"
"Ummmmmm, yes!"
This time, the smile rose clear up into Paula's eyes, as she anticipated the numbers they would run on the girl.
Paula rose, switched on some music. Clearly she was impatient to begin.
She went into the kitchen to check on Barbara's progress in clearing the table and cleaning the dirty dishes.
When Paula emerged, Albert suggested that Paula go upstairs and get into somethin a bit "more suitable" for the upcoming session.
Paula climbed the spiral staircase, going down the hall to vanish into her room.
Some minutes later, Barbara came out of the kitchen. Her face was red and flushed from standing over the sink, doing the dishes.
"Get into your rubbers, Barbara!"
Barbara's eyes widened at Albert's command, then narrowed with glinting excitement. Hastily she entered her bedroom.
"Come upstairs to the playroom when you're ready, Barbara!"
"Yes, sir!" came the reply from within the maid's room.
"Stand up, Wendy, we're going upstairs!"
"No!"
"Come now, don't be difficult!"
"I'm going to be difficult anything you want out of me, you'll have to take!"
"I could carry you upstairs, Wendy but I prefer you to be self-motivated!"
'Tm not moving!"
And Wendy squirmed into a corner of the couch, back pressing her cuffed hands against the seat, as she moved away from Albert.
"Wendy, you will do as you're told!"
"I will not!"
"Perhaps a spanking will convince you of the error of your ways."
"A what?! You're crazy."
"For the last time, girl will you get up."
"Make me!"
"That will be a pleasure," Albert said, reaching for her.
"Wait! No! What are you doing?! "
"Let's see if a bottom warming will make you more docile!"
"No don't let go of me!"
Albert yanked the girl toward him, pulling her face down across his lap.
Honey-blonde hair flew in all directions. Bare breasts bobbed. Wendy's flesh was warm smooth fine-grained velvet against him.
He pulled her over his knees. Her cuffed hands prevented her resistance. She wriggled and squirmed, only exciting Albert all the more.
He put her bottom in the proper spanking position. His left arm circled her waist, pinning her down on his lap.
His right hand came up, then descended in a sizzling arc, slamming into her ripely rounded buttocks with a loud flat crack.
"Owwwww!"
Albert's lips curled in a smile. He loved to spank especially such bottoms as this one, so full and ripely endowed.
It was delightful to spank Barbara but of course that kinky miss craved discipline, and was more than eager to receive it.
But Wendy was truly unwilling and that made the spanking of her a total turn-on, and a true spanking, with an unwilling victim.
Albert did not spare her. His palm cracked down again and again, slamming Wendy's frame so all of her quivered.
The buttocks were firm and resilient with the springiness of youth. Their peachy pink color darkened, becoming blotchy red with hand imprints.
Wendy kicked and thrashed her long legs.
Albert hooked his leg across hers, and held both legs down. Then he really whaled into her with some powerful spanks.
Soon Wendy's struggles were punctuated with wracking sobs.. .
Still the sizzling hand came down, again, and again, and again.
Until at last her bottom burned a hot bright red, its cheeks sore, seething, and swollen out of shape from that spanking.
Albert glanced ruefully at his palm it was sore, hot, aching.
Imagine the feelings in Wendy's bottom!
A presence behind Albert caused him to look up from the red bottom and glance over his shoulder. Sure enough, there stood Barbara.
Outfitted in a rubber maid's costume.
Albert smiled.
"And now, I think this little miss is ready to go upstairs!"
Albert eased Wendy off his lap.
The blonde was hunched forward, legs bent at the knees, trembling, tear tracks glistening on her red face.
Blinking away her tears, she caught sight of Barbara's rubber uniform.
CHAPTER TEN
Which caused the most discomfort?
Wendy's sore, spanked bottom the oversized butt plug jammed into her straining stretched rectum, corking her or the massive two-quart enema stretching her belly, sending gurgling cramps shooting through her?
The triple combination was quite overwhelming.
Wendy was more than willing to obey. The spanking alone had weakened her resistance. She had been ready to come across then.
Ah, but her resistance had only whetted the appetites of her captors to make her suffer scads of humiliation.
Up the stairs, into the playroom, and face down across the horse she had been put. Her spread legs were chained in place.
She leaned over the horse. The ankle restraints were the only ones locked on, since the cuffs holding her hands behind her back also were in service.
Barbara's outfit was bad enough.
Barbara wore an outfit which was basically similar to her French maid's garb.. . except that this outfit was all in rubber.
She wore a short-sleeved dress of black rubber. It was tight on her. Sweat poured from her face, causing fat droplets to roll off.
It was ever so much hotter within the confines of the suit.
The rubber skirt had a short hem which reached only to the tops of her thighs. When she moved, the swirling skirt flashed her panties into view.
Rubber panties.
Rubber stockings sheathed her legs. They needed no garter suspension, for they were held in place via their own tightness.
The stockings were brown, a pale amber brown, the color of a rubber gum eraser. They clutched her legs with skin-tight perfection.
When she bustled past Wendy, the rich sweet aroma of hot rubber tingled in Wendy's nostrils. Hot rubber heated by contact with Barbara's body.
But while that alarmed Wendy with its kinkiness, Aunt Paula's attire and equipment really threw a scare into the girl.
Wendy stretched across the horse. But, not having her arms dangle over the sides, she did not hang fully down.
She blinked tears from her eyes, the sound of squeaking making her look up.
Paula pushed a serving cart into the playroom. The cart was mounted on rubber wheels, causing the squeaking Wendy had heard.
Paula, too, was newly attired:
From neck to crotch, she was sheathed in a skin-tight white latex outfit, similar to a leotard.
The sleeveless outfit hugged her with skin-tight perfection, fitting like a second skin, hugging every bump and bulge and nook and cranny.
A glinting metallic zipper ran down the front, down below her belly, across her pubic mound, and up between her ass cheeks.
Two other, smaller zippers ran at diagonals across her breasts.
From the knees down, she was sheathed in a pair of wet-look white vinyl boots with high spiked heels and sharply pointed toes.
She wheeled the cart into position alongside the horse.
Wendy's captors loomed around her.
The scent of rubber was thick in Wendy's nostrils.. . mixed with the deeper musk of sweat and sexual secretions.
Enjoying her role, Paula made her preparations in front of Wendy, so the squirming blonde could see and dread it all.
The enema nozzle?
Not the small rectal nozzle which Wendy remembered from her girlhood session across Granny's lap, but rather an oversized, menacing implement.
It looked more like a penis than anything else-an erect penis.
It suggested to Wendy those wicked vibrators which had worked her over on the bed earlier this morning.
It was eight inches long and torpedo shaped, streamlined, with a fat bulbous head and a gently tapering shaft.
At the end of the shaft was a section of white rubber tubing, which spiraled into a two-quart red rubber bag.
It was identical to a hot water bottle. It was filled with liquid, so filled that it strained at its seams.
Beads of water glimmered on the pebbly outer rubber surface.
Paula unwrapped a pair of pink rubber gloves from a boxy package. She pulled them on her hands with authoritative snaps.
Then she greased Wendy.
Paula positioned herself behind Wendy's rear. Albert rested his hand on the middle of Wendy's back, holding her down.
Wendy turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the proceedings.
"Ummmmm, this ass is so nice and red," Paula murmured.
She clamped her hands on Wendy's bottom.
"Oh! Owwwwwwww!"
"You gave her a good spanking, Albert," Paula approved.
"Thank you, my dear!"
"I can feel the heat of it right up through these gloves!"
Paula dipped her fingers into the jar of lubricating jelly which Barbara held.
"What are you going to do?! " wailed Wendy.
"I'm going to grease up your little hole," Paula smiled.
She spread Wendy's quivering ass cheeks, smearing a mass of grease on the anus. She stuffed some of it into Wendy's hole.
Strange transformations were wrought in Wendy's psyche.
Her adult defenses had been stripped away by this humiliating treatment, and she had been thrust back to the vulnerability of childhood.
Softly she sobbed: ' "Don't, please, don't!"
Wendy groaned when Paula pressed the tip of a greased middle finger to an equally greased anus and slipped it in.
"Oh!"
Paula inserted her finger in deep, up to the knuckle, Then she wriggled it around, stretching Wendy out.
She retracted the finger at last.
On top of the wheeled serving cart was a porcelain basin. Paula held the dildo-like enema nozzle over the basin.
She opened the valve. Water spurted out fitfully, then came in a gushing flow. Paula shut the valve down.
She greased up the nozzle. An action done suggestively, as if Paula applied lubricant to a penis prior to insertion.
And then she was ready.
Barbara stood by, holding the enema bag by its top.
Paula pressed her gloved hand down on
Wendy's rear, across the bottom cleft, fingers splayed on both red cheeks.
Where her fingers pressed the ass cheeks, they turned a pale white, in contrast to the overall red color on them.
Paula's fingers spread the bottom cheeks to the sides, exposing Wendy's asshole.
A little dimpled rosebud it was, all swimming with grease.
Paula guided the oversized enema nozzle to it.
"No! Please, it's too big for me to take "
"Nonsense!" grinned Albert. "Why, much smaller and younger girls than you have taken ever so much larger instruments in their rears!"
"You should know, lover," Paula grinned. "Now, just try and relax yourself, Wendy, and it will go in easy enough!"
"No, please "
Paula pressed the nozzle tip to the quivering dimpled greased hole.
Steady pressure was applied. The wide nozzle head squashed her anus, spreading its folds to the sides, working them open.
Heedless of the admonition to hold herself relaxed, Wendy gritted her teeth and hissed her breath through a pale face which grew ever-red with hot shame.
The wrinkled folds of the anus slowly stretched and spread.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!! ! ' Pop!
"Owwwwwww!"
The nozzle head pushed past the girl's anus to thrust into her tight satiny rectum, stretching those quivering membranes.
Albert and Barbara clustered on either side of Paula. They leaned forward, their faces hovering only inches from Wendy's red ass.
Leering, exultant, thrilled by the constant whimpering cries pouring out of the girl, cries more of shame than of pain, the master nand the maid watched hotly as the mistress of the house inserted the nozzle deep.
Until at last it was firmly, deeply lodged in Wendy.
Wendy's ass cheeks, released from tight-gripping hands which held them spread for anal penetration, closed on the nozzle.
Rather, closed on that part of the nozzle which jutted from her hole. Her cheeks pressed the nozzle base and the rubber tubing attached.
"Hold the bag higher, Barbara," commanded Paula.
The command obeyed, Paula threw the valve, opening the flow of fluid.
Waters gurgled down the spiraling tube, looping the loop like an amusement park ride, before flowing into Wendy.
"Oh "
The girl's startled cry rang out as the first fluid started filling her.
. . .Before even a third of the bag had entered her, gasping Wendy her face now beet-red and burning hot was seized with an irresistible impulse to void her bowels.
But quite the contrary happened she was only further filled.
Her normally flat belly swelled outward, inflating like a flat tire being pumped full of air, so her belly began swelling outward.
By the time the bag was drained into her, Wendy looked pregnant, so large and swollen was her belly.
More awaited her.
Paula stood at the ready with a greased butt plug.
When the nozzle was retracted, withdrawn from the satiny sheath of Wendy's rectum, Paula immediately inserted the butt plug in its place.
She could not fit it in all at once, in one shove. It was too wide and Wendy's rectum, even through stretched by the nozzle, was too narrow for that.
But Paula inserted enough to prevent any leakage.. . and then slowly, deliberately, never retreating a fraction of an inch, she jammed the plug in deep.
Wendy was corked like a bottle.
The butt plug stretched her rectum to its greatest width yet. It ached but the discomfort paled with the swelling strains of her tummy.
Albert said smoothly:
"And now, Wendy, you are ready to cooperate?"
"Yes," she sobbed, "oh, yes! Please, please, I have to go to the bathroom so bad, please let me go, please!"
"Indeed you shall after you have properly demonstrated your sincerity!"
Wrapped up in her belly-straining discomfort, Wendy took some seconds to realize that Albert, standing before her, was taking down his pants.
He was hard, of course.
His penis floated up in front of her face. It rose from his hips like a rocket. Her session of humiliation had triggered intense arousal in him.
"What.. . ? "
"I have something for you, Wendy!" Albert smirked.
He pressed his penis against her hot red tear-stained face. Her tears smeared on the fine-grained velvety flesh of his hard cock.
He put its head to her trembling lips.
"Kiss it, Wendy.. . kiss-kiss, darling!"
Trembling all over, Wendy puckered up, pressing velvet lips to the cock head.
Albert made her kiss his cock all over. He lifted it, so it stood vertically, so she could kiss her way down the shaft.
And then, kiss his balls, too.
"Now lick it, honey, lick the good stiff cock!"
Out from Wendy's whimpering mouth issued a tongue. It licked the balls, throwing Albert into squirming breathless pleasure.
When she licked her way to the cock head, he stuffed it between her lips.
Wendy was forced to suck the cock head for a while.
The width of the cock stretched her lips. Saliva drooled down her chin, making it sticky and shiny.
Then he forced his penis deeper into her mouth.
Wendy's tongue was squashed flat in her mouth. His thrust prodded the cock head against the back of her throat.
In her distended tummy, water shifted and sloshed and rumbled and gurgled, as the enema fluid interpenetrated all her bowels.
These rumbling shifts sent moans riding through Wendy and, since his cock was plugged into that moaning mouth, Albert was the beneficiary of them.
Albert fucked Wendy's face.
Paula was not entirely unoccupied. She stood behind Wendy, fingering the girl's pussy, fondling its lips, sliding, stroking.
She made Wendy get all wet inside.
Wendy tried hard not to press too forcefully against the bar of the horse, for pressure against her filled belly was most discomforting.
Paula inserted a finger in Wendy's pussy and pressed the base of her thumb against the girl's clit, massaging it.
This wickedly sensual massage took root way down deep in Wendy. She squirmed to resist it. But her squirmings only agitated her swollen stomach.
Albert's saliva-dripping cock burned hot and red as it glided back and forth in her mouth, humping and pumping.
"Here it comes, Wendy! And you must swallow it all!"
Albert pressed sweaty palms to the girl's cheeks, and thrust his penis between them, cramming it deep into her mouth.
And came!
Masses of come spurted from the cock, shooting down into her throat.
"Poor baby!" Barbara cooed in mock sympathy. "How she can possibly find room for another drop of anything is beyond me!"
But find it she must, and Wendy did, for she gulped down those masses of come.
. . .His first load drained, his cock still stiff, Albert withdrew.
Wendy's tongue swam in come. Its taste filled her mouth. Slow masses, streamers of the stuff, slid down her gullet.
Albert's penis was red, rubbery, stickily glistening -
And hard!
"I'll change places with you, Albert!" volunteered Paula. "A capital idea!"
Holding his cock in hand, squeezing, kneading it, Albert and his wife reversed positions, so she stood at Wendy's face, and he stood at her rear.
Rising out of the cleft of her red-spanked buttocks was the flat disk that was the base of the butt plug.
But her pretty precious pussy was quite unplugged -
Not for long!
Paula had done her work well back here. Her fingerings had left Wendy hot and dripping between the labia.
Albert guided his red cock to the target of her tender pussy. He jammed the penis head between her labia.
Wendy groaned.
Albert inched forward, feeding her his cock.
He fed it to her by slow degrees. She was wet, but her steaming sheath was so very tight.
His hard cock sank deep inside Wendy.
He fucked her.
When he thrust deep, his hips slammed her buttocks. His hot fucking action thoroughly agitated her already tumultuous filled tummy.
More than the fucking from behind threw Wendy into awesome agitation.
For, standing in front of of Wendy, Paula hooked her forefinger into the gold ring at the top of her zipper.
And pulled it down.
All the way down.
The white latex suit was like a skin-diver's wet suit and in a very real sense, Paula was a skin-diver.
And a muff diver.
But it was Wendy who would be doing the honors in that sector.
The zipper opened down to the crotch, then between Paula's legs, then up to the crack of her ass behind.
Her fleshy pussy lips dangled down between the slitted latex opening. Her ripe aroma of sexuality poured out from her pussy.
Her bush was dark black. Her pussy lips were full, moist, humid.
She leaned forward, pressing her pussy against Wendy's face.
Wendy grimaced with repulsion.
"You better do a good job of getting me off, Wendy!" Paula laughed. "You won't be freed and unplugged until you do!"
"I I can't!"'
"You must! . . .You will!"
Paula threw her pussy up against Wendy's face. Pussy lips quivered. They spread, smearing steamy aromatic juices on Wendy's mouth.
Wendy applied her mouth to the pussy, kissing and licking.
"Stick your tongue inside me, girl!"
Wendy pressed her tongue to the slit.
Moist rich juices tingled on the tongue tip. Timidly Wendy pushed some more of her tongue into the membranes.
Paula shoved her hips forward, so Wendy's tongue was inserted deeply in her sex. She ground her pussy lips against Wendy's mouth.
Meanwhile, from behind, Albert was plowing her with deep hard strokes.
Each time he jammed it deep, fluids sloshed and rumbled and gurgled in Wendy's belly. Her pussy steamed with sex heat.
While her mouth was filled with Paula's rich thick juices.
In the future?
Wendy's complete and total sexual enslavement and corruption. The rest of the process would be documented by exhaustive picture-taking, recording all aspects of Wendy's journey into perversity graphic pictures, the threat of whose revelation would keep Wendy compliantly obedient!
EPILOGUE
Pictures, pictures, pictures!
In the rear of the limo taking Wendy to the airport, after her week-long imprisonment with Aunt Paula and Uncle Albert and Barbara the maid, Paula handed Wendy a hefty envelope, bulging at the seams.
It was stuffed with glossy snapshots of a variety of sexual activities, perversions:
Wendy on her back, legs lifted, heels placed on the shoulders of Albert, who stood facing her, fucking her.
Wendy in a chair, her bare breasts being simultaneously mouthed by Barbara and Paula; Wendy sitting up in bed, masturbating.
Wendy on hands and knees, taking a cock from behind; Wendy sucking cock; mouthing a tit; Wendy with her face poised over a steamy pussy.
"Here, keep them, ' Paula purred. "Souvenirs of your stay!"
Before Wendy could tear them up, Paula added, "Go right ahead we've lots more filed away, in case you should be so foolish as to try and report us!"
"Don't worry about that," Wendy snapped. "I won't tell! And I don't want to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life!"
. . .Now, at last, Wendy was safe at home, in her own bed.
The sex-o-rama of the big city was far distant now, she was in her sleepy country home town, where the perverts, if there were any, had the decency to keep to themselves and not recruit unwilling girl victims, blackmailing them into service, as Wendy's aunt and uncle had done to her.
She was stretched out in her comfortable bed, safe under the covers. It was dim in her bedroom; leaking from under the closed door was the light on in the hall.
On the night table stood the glass of warm milk Momma had brought to Wendy to help her sleep better. Of course, Wendy told Momma nothing of her ordeal.
The warm milk really was working, though --it seemed to Wendy that she had drifted into sleep almost as soon as she finished drinking it.. .
Wendy plummeted into a deep sleep.. . "Wendy! Wendy!"
Someone was shaking her by the shoulder, rousing her. Wendy felt so tired she could hardly rise from the mists of sleep.
She tried to pull the blankets over her head and discovered she could not move!
That catapulted her from the depths of sleep! For, as she discovered to her rising horror, her hands were tied to the headboard.
"Momma! What?"
"Why do you think I sent you up to Paula for?" Momma smirked, opening her robe. "So you could be properly trained!
"Trained, so I can use you for my pleasure, daughter!"
Momma was naked under her robe. Her matronly flesh showed huge breasts, a curvy middle, wide hips, and a thick black bush.
