Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TORMENTED WIDOW IN BONDAGE, Rita Wallford finds herself and her family in just such a situation. Held captive by a vengeful man, she not only meets her captors' sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Rita and her family are forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code.
TORMENTED WIDOW IN BONDAGE-a shocking story. The story of a widow and her family's reaction under stress. Yet who are we to judge their response?
CHAPTER ONE
Rita Wallford was dressing to go out for the afternoon when a messenger delivered a small slim box to the door of her spacious hilltop home. It contained a beautiful diamond necklace.
She stood before a mirror in the hall to try it on. The clasp seemed strange to her, larger than it needed to be. It snapped shut with a loud click like handcuffs.
Tall and titian-haired, the voluptuous forty- two-year old widow was a regal beauty, resplendent in a black mink coat with a wide raised collar to frame her finely sculptured face.
She smiled approvingly and thought the necklace must be from the handsome and wealthy man she was engaged to marry. The card was unsigned but it said, "You'll soon be mine forever."
The phone rang and Rita rushed to answer, thinking it must be her adoring fianc�. But instead of his cultured tones she heard the gravelly voice of a stranger ask, "Is this Rita Wallford?"
"Yes," she answered curiously. "Who's this?"
"I sent you the necklace," his scratchy voice said. "Have you tried it on?"
"Yes, I'm wearing it now."
"Good! Now your gorgeous ripe body belongs to me!" The words came hard and cold, with a cutting edge. Rita strained to swallow a dry lump of fear. It made the glittering strand of jewels seem tighter around her neck.
"Who is this?" she demanded.
Then Rita shrilled a cry of startled terror. The necklace was getting tighter and choking off her breath. She clawed at the large clasp but could not get it open. Sharp-edged stones began to cut her tender flesh.
"The clasp works like a winch by radio control," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter. "I could strangle you just by pressing a button. But first I want you to suffer in hideous torment as I have all these years."
"Why me?" Rita croaked. She dug frantically in the drawer of the telephone table to find scissors that would cut the throttling band.
He had anticipated that. "If you cut the wire that runs through the necklace, needles hidden in the clasp will inject deadly poison into your pretty neck," he warned with sadistic delight.
The strangling band then slackened just enough to let her grab a quick gulp of desperately needed breath. Rita used it to snarl, "You bastard!"
Now she knew who her tormentor must be. Only one man in the world was capable of such ingenious cruelty-John "Doc" Watson, the eccentric inventor and electronics expert who'd once been her dead husband's business partner.
"Speak with humble respect if you want to breathe," he warned.
"Why do this to me?" she moaned. "It was my husband who framed you for embezzling company funds."
"Yes, but you knew the truth and kept silent, letting me go to prison twenty long years ago."
"He wouldn't let me tell anyone. I was terrified! You know what a cruel man he was."
"But he died five years ago, and you still did nothing to set the record straight."
"I'll make all of that up to you now," she promised desperately. "I have money. Lots of money."
"Money from the business you helped him steal from me," Watson sneered. "That isn't enough after all I've been through."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to see you suffer!" his voice rasped. "Under the lining of the gift box you'll find a plastic ear piece like part of a hearing aid. Put it on and walk out your front door."
"All right, but please let me breathe!"
With the earpiece in place, Rita could hear Doc Watson's voice just as though he was standing beside her. And something in it allowed him to hear her.
Rita walked out onto her front porch like a zombie, dreading Doc Watson's awful rage. She hated to think what a man falsely imprisoned for so many years might do.
"Take off your clothes," he said in her ear. "It's been twenty years since I've seen a naked woman. I'm watching you now with binoculars and I want to see a strip tease that will excite me."
"Not out here," she pleaded softly. "The gardener is working in my front yard and neighbors are just getting out of their car across the street."
"I told you to strip!" He tightened the necklace.
Rita grudgingly took off her elegant mink coat and laid it over the porch rail.
"Do it with style!" he demanded. "You were a sexy young stripper when Wallford first met you."
"I was an exotic dancer," she said meekly. "I never performed completely nude."
"And I never thought I'd have to take a shower locked in a room with a hundred other horny men! Prance your pretty ass and peel off your blouse."
"No, I won't!" Rita had worked hard to bury her past, a poor upbringing in the worst part of town, then a job dancing and serving drinks in a seedy waterfront bar. "Aaaggghhh!" she cried. The necklace tightened relentlessly.
Her neighbors turned and stared when they heard her gagging cry. The gardener looked up with a leering grin.
"Smile and wave to them," Doc said. "Then take off your blouse and throw it to the old man trimming your hedge."
"I'd rather die!"
"Then I'll have my revenge with your lovely daughters. I know where to find them, Rita. What a pleasure it will be to have two teenaged girls after twenty years in prison!"
"Not my daughters!"
"Then dance for me, Rita. Show your luscious curves stark naked!"
"All right, let me breathe and leave my girls alone." Rita began one of her exotic dance routines. She slipped off her silk blouse and threw it to the old man who'd tended her garden for many years. He grinned even more lewdly. Rita seethed with shame but had no choice. Her lacy black bra went next. The old man caught it and beamed with delight, hardly able to remember the last time his prick had swelled hard.
Her neighbors, a distinguished bank president and his prissy wife both stared in shock. Rita dropped her skirt and danced across the porch wearing only sleek black panties and high-heeled shoes.
His wife cried, "George, don't you dare look at that brazen hussy for another second!"
He said, "Shut up, Agnes," unable to tear his eyes away. His wife fainted and fell facedown on their front lawn. The banker whipped out his hot prick and began to hand-jack the long cockshaft in time with Rita's high-stepping routine.
She stripped off her black panties and threw them to the gardener with a forced smile curving her soft lips. He caught the slinky black cloth and raised it to cover his big nose that hooked like an eagle's beak. He took a deep breath and savored the musky scent of cunt.
"Now cup those big lush tits in your hands and twirl the nipples hard," Doc said in her ear. His voice was strained with excitement. Twenty years without a woman had been sheer hell for him. He opened his fly and freed a thick foot-long cock that was quaking with vindictive desire.
Watson sighed and stroked his prick fully hard while holding the binoculars in his other hand. He sat unseen, beating his meat in a camouflaged blind built on a knoll fifty yards away. Doc wore what looked like a telephone operator's headset with a small microphone poised before his taut lips.
"Now wiggle a finger deep in your tawny-haired cunt. Get it good and wet with fuck honey, then walk out on the lawn and tell the gardener you've been dying all these years to suck his cock."
"I can't do that! He's the ugliest, dirtiest old man I've ever seen."
"You're going to swallow your pride along with his cum-"
"No, I've never done that. Not for any man." Tears of fear and loathing welled up in her blue-green eyes.
"I could cut off your air."
"N-n-no, I'll do it!" Rita cringed, walking down the steps to stand before the sweaty old man.
"Down on your knees!" said the voice only Rita could hear. "Worship his withered prick like the humble slave you are now."
Rita knelt with a sigh of sick disgust and seething frustration, despising the vindictive inventor for all he was making her do.
She raised her trembling hands, opened his fly and lifted out his cock. Gnarled and twisted with age, his prick was eight inches long and incredibly thin. His cock quaked and throbbed in her anguished grasp, anxious to spit a load of stale cum stored too many years.
"Make him think you adore his prick," Doc demanded. "Swallow it all! Nibble your lips down to his wispy white cock-hair."
Rita squirmed, but circled her lips and did as she was told. She almost gagged when his twisted cock entered and deformed her sleek throat.
"Suck like the greedy bitch you've always been," Doc's voice hissed in her ear.
The old man's sweaty cock smelled and tasted like something just dragged out of the sewer. Rita's guts wrenched and she expected to puke. The frenzied writhing of her tight throat felt like wild passion to him.
He snarled his rough hands in her tawny hair and yanked her to meet a twisting cock thrust.
His bony groin battered her puffed lips. Her shimmering hair flew into tangled waves, jounced by his jarring cock thrusts.
"I love fucking your pretty face," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter much like the one rattled out of the speaker implanted in her ear.
Rita swayed unsteadily, sick with disgust and dizzied by the old man's hammering cock thrusts. Her clinging throat wrenched when he fucked his cock in.
"Haaagggh!" the old man roared, delighted by her agony.
His cock pulsed and heaved a sticky charge of stale jism, thick as glue. The spunk stuck deep in her throat, slick and putrid like snot. Then he yanked her head back and fired another rank blast into her mouth.
She wanted to wretch out the awful taste, but he whipped her swaying head back and forth and kept pumping in more. Though an old man, he'd worked hard all his life and had more stamina than most.
"Suck my cum, you bitch! Swill it down! Taste the bitter heat of an old man's liquid fire!"
Rita's fluttering eyes flooded with tears as the rank taste of slick cum rose to fill her throat and slather her tongue. Her cheeks puffed and the silvery slime slipped from the corners of her mouth.
Pearlescent drops fell on her lush tits. Spunk ran down to wet her nipples with sticky heat. The old man gave a grunt and dropped his rough hands to fondle her tits. He twirled and pinched her cum-glazed nipple tips, not letting her pull away from his gushing cock.
The stimulation of his whirling thumbs gorged her nipples. Her pussy squirmed into wringing spasms of unwanted desire. His obscene caresses and the thudding beat of his hard-driving cock were bringing her toward a climax, like it or not.
Her tortured voice rasped wetly every time he yanked her head back, then he pulled her forward and made her swallow his twisted cock again.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He dove and twisted and twirled her nipples until she sucked him dry. "Now tell Doc how delighted I am that he let me have you first."
"You-you know him?" Rita was still dizzy and weak.
"Know him? I raised him. The man you robbed and sent to prison on trumped-up charges is my son!"
Doc heard Rita moan. He laughed and said, "Dad has been keeping track of you for me all these years, tending your garden and gathering information for my revenge. The first day on the job, he bugged every room in your fine big house with miniature transmitters. I had a very small, specially tuned receiver hidden in my cell. I listened to you gloat and live the good life, pampering your two pretty daughters with money from a business that was stolen from me!"
"Oooh, God!" she cried. "The girls are innocent. Leave them out of this. Please, I beg you!"
Doc laughed in cruel contempt. "They aren't entirely innocent. The things I've heard will amaze you."
"What?" she demanded. Rita's beautiful young daughters were the light of her life.
"We'll get to them later. Right now, my father is anxious to fuck the proud bitch whose merciless greed shattered the lives of his grandchildren."
White-haired old Dad Watson flashed a twisted grin down at the strickened beauty who swayed on her knees before him.
"On your back, bitch," he said sharply. "Spread those long and shapely legs. My whole family has been fucked ... now we're fucking back!"
Rita slumped with a sick moan. She vaguely remembered that Doc Watson had had two small children at the time he had went to prison protesting his innocence. She knew they must be in their twenties by now.
Sprawled on her back with legs spread, she clamped her eyes shut and still saw a lingering image of a little blonde boy and girl, both sobbing as their father was led away.
Their grandfather's hot breath rasped in one ear. Doc's spiteful electronic laughter crackled in the other-a distorted stereo effect that made Rita think her skull might explode.
Dad Watson bowed his head to suck, gum and tongue-lash her cum-glazed nipples. The ruby tips of her lush tits still tingled with quivering shocks.
Her whole lithe body trembled, knowing the necklace might tighten at any moment and choke her breath away. The old man nibbled one bulging nipple and then the other, swaying his head back and forth. Then he dragged his wagging tongue down her sleek and softly curved belly. He tongued Rita's navel and nipped its slightly protruding button of flesh.
She writhed, horrified and humiliated, being forced to submit herself to this ugly old man.
He nibbled into the rich spread of tawny pubic hair fanned wide on her bounding pussy mound. Rita grunted and ground her ass into the lawn. He twirled her wet nipples and licked at her bushy cunt slit.
Shrill gasps of pleasure and deep grunts of disgust came alternately from her gaping mouth. Dad Watson snaked his tongue deep into her simmering pussy. Rita arched her back and wailed in despair.
His dripping tongue hooked back to circle around her clit. He flicked her tender clit bud with his tongue and tongued its indented head. She screamed and sobbed, forced to a climax by the lecherous old man again.
While the long, slithering wet tube of her cunt was still writhing with contractions, he reared up and worked the head of his skimpy prick between her pink pussy lips.
He gave her just a moment to blink and gape wide-eyed at him. Then he slammed down, fucking his cock in. She groaned. His hammering thrusts pounded her breath away.
Rita felt worse than when the necklace had almost strangled her. The old man was drooling over her agonized face, driving the fucking his warped prick in to the hilt. Supple flesh surrounded his gnarled cock, seething and squirming with waves.
"Your torment is more pleasing than real passion," he said. "Hatred has always been the strongest human emotion. I love the way it makes your cunt writhe. I love the way it keeps my dick hard."
Rita could only sob, overcome by the heat of her humiliation and overwhelmed with frenzied desire for something she didn't want. His skinny prick thrilled and deformed her sleek cunt in ways no normal man ever could.
Her pussy rippled and squeezed almost hard enough to straighten his kinky long prick. Dad Watson gave joyous grunts and groans. He drilled and reamed her pussy slit, hating the woman but loving her tight cunt.
She climaxed once before he was anywhere near ready. Then again. It would take his aged balls awhile to work up another load. He tortured her into rapture with his hideous prick.
Rapt with wringing delight, she stared at a leathery old face split by a leering grin. Dark, sunken eyes watched her hotly. The nostrils of his beak nose flared. He fucked harder and longer than men half his age.
He twisted her sleek tunnel of fuck flesh in strange and delightful ways. Her hips began to bound, rising off the grass to meet his cruel cock thrusts. She was tantalized by the eerie delight of his crooked prick.
His cock wrenched her cunt walls left, right, up and down. Convulsive tremors spread out to her fingers and toes. She gurgled and moaned, cumming again. That time, his cock spat its fury. Slick hot jism greased his gnarled cock.
From his hiding place, Doc Watson watched their sweaty bodies writhe in climax while he sat alone and hand-whipped his cock. That was the only sexual pleasure he'd known in twenty long years. He leered at them through binoculars fogged by his hot breaths as their climax soared to its shivering peak.
Jetting cum splattered the ceiling of his blind. Like a swaying cobra spitting deadly venom to blind its prey, his foot long cock sprayed jism skyward that was tainted with rage.
Doc grinned lewdly, knowing that beautiful Rita would not be the only one to feel the heat of his rage. Before it was over he vowed to have her daughters at his mercy. And someone else who was even more deserving. More deserving indeed!
CHAPTER TWO
When Rita and the old man had caught their breaths, Doc spoke to her through the microphone: "Get up and put on your mink coat."
She shuddered, rising unsteadily on her long legs. Doc savored thoughts of their meeting again after so many years. The tall, voluptuous widow would probably not recognize him at first.
He'd become a man repugnant to most women. In prison, his once-handsome face became thin and tightly drawn-a skull covered with taut skin so pale and thin it hardly seemed to be there at all. Emotional stress and poor diet had cost him his hair. Doc Watson was now completely bald. Even his eyebrows and lashes were gone. No hair grew on his chest or in his armpits, and none matted the bony ridge above his magnificent big cock.
Watson had also lost all his teeth. He wore prison-made dentures of stainless steel. Crazed by vengeful rage, he'd filed the silver-bright artificial teeth pointed and sharp so that now they looked like fangs.
The final grotesque touch was a hideous scar that began above his left eye, slanting out and curving down his cheek to the corner of his mouth. His warped, taut-lipped grin seemed to reach his forehead on the left side.
That scar was the result of a prison knife fight. A huge inmate had attacked him with a sharpened spoon handle, determined to beat Doc's ass his first day inside the bleak walls. Watson survived the slashing cut and beat the horny convict badly with a broken chair leg. That saved his ass but extended his sentence to twenty years, time all spent in solitary confinement-a lot of time to carefully plot his fiendish revenge.
Rita picked up the panties and bra she'd discarded and then looked around for her blouse. Doc thumbed the button on his control box and clamped the glittering necklace tight enough to stop her breath.
"Just put on your coat," he said. "Where you're going, you won't need the rest of your clothes. You'll be stark naked again soon enough."
She shivered and cringed, not warmed at all by the luxurious fur wrapped and held snug around her ripe body. The sleek satin lining felt cold as ice against her bare skin.
"Get in your fancy car and drive to the corner of Third and Front Street," he told her. "Our old neighborhood."
"Oh, no. Not there! It's become a terrible slum!"
"You don't have to tell me, I live near there now. Ex-cons aren't welcome in the nicer parts of town."
"B-b-but a woman alone isn't safe on Front Street," she moaned.
"You won't be alone. Dad will pick me up in his old truck and we'll follow to stay within range of the transceiver in your ear."
"What good will that do if I'm attacked?"
"It will let us enjoy your torment. Now get going, bitch! There are men waiting along the waterfront who would happily kill for that mink coat and the rich beauty inside."
Rita Wallford drove her classic gull-wing-doored Mercedes toward Front Street. She thought of using the mobile phone to call the police, but she knew Doc could hear every word she said. He would surely strangle her before help arrived.
She fumed in helpless frustration. This bizarre form of bondage made her blood run cold. Rita and her departed husband had often enjoyed innocent games of restraint to heighten their sexual pleasure. He would bind her to their bed with loosely tied ropes and flail her naked body with a soft whip.
Of course Doc knew that. He had the whole house bugged with miniature transmitters. She cringed at thoughts of things he'd overheard and knew what what he had in mind for her would not be painless, pretended bondage.
He was taking her back to the old neighborhood where their lives had begun. How strangely fitting that he had chosen a spectacular diamond necklace as the instrument of control. Since the days of her impoverished upbringing, Rita had been obsessed with luxurious things.
To own more of the lovely status symbols she craved, Rita had joined and supported her husband's plan to frame Doc and take control of the company they'd founded together.
They began manufacturing Doc's then-unheard-of miniature electronic inventions in an old warehouse on Front Street at Third.
"That's far enough," Doc said sharply. She was nearing Third. "Park the car, get out and walk down Front Street."
"Don't make me do this," she pleaded desperately. "Fuck me if you want. Take everything I own and make me your slave, but don't make me get out of the car here!"
"You're already my slave," Doc said sternly, "and I'm telling you to get out and walk!" he tightened the necklace to make it plain that that was an order she must obey.
Rita cringed as she stepped out of the car. All of Front Street was now a bleak concrete canyon of poverty and bitter despair.
Wallford Electronics and other factories had long ago moved to more modern industrial parks on the outskirts of town, leaving the heart of the city to decay. It smelled worst than the gardener's sweaty crotch had.
Hawk-eyed men in ragged clothes leered hotly at the red-haired goddess of wealth who was naked and trembling beneath the folds of luxurious mink she kept tightly wrapped around her luscious curves.
She had not walked half a block when a dozen leather-vested members of an outlaw motorcycle gang surrounded her outside the rundown building that was their headquarters. Rita recognized the place at once. It was the bar where she used to dance and serve drinks, the place where she had met Wallford and hatched the scheme to frame his partner.
She had insisted on marriage before giving her body to the greedy businessman. Others had sampled her cunt, but Wallford was then a young tycoon on the rise. Holding out for a wedding ring and supporting the plot to get rid of his partner had seemed like a good idea then.
The motorcycle gang leader was a huge man with a leering dark eyes set deep in a face marked with scars and a badly broken nose. Coarse, wiry black hair matted the barrel chest that was naked except for his grimy leather vest.
He glared down at her ashen face with a lewd grin that showed two rows of stained and broken teeth. Tall and powerfully built, he looked like a bear standing on its hind legs ...
"Where you going all dolled up in diamonds and furs?" he asked coldly.
Rita stood just an inch under six feet tall in her high-heeled shoes, but he towered over her, spittle dripping down from the corners of his mouth.
"You ain't answered my question," he said impatiently. A ham-sized hand went to her throat. Huge fingers fondled the diamonds admiringly.
Rita panicked. If he grabbed the expensive gems and broke the wire, a deadly poison would be injected into her neck.
"Don't touch that!" she cried. "Please-"
"You got something else I'd rather have?" he asked roughly. "Like maybe a pair of big lush tits under all that slinky fur?"
Without waiting for a reply, he ran his hands down her chest and squeezed her tender tits. She groaned. One big hairy hand completely covered each fur-sheathed tit. He milked and mauled her tits until she wanted to scream.
Rita clamped her eyes shut and shed tears of remorse. She knew Doc Watson and his father must be watching, greatly enjoying her distress, "You got a nice set of knockers," the gang leader said with a rush of hot breath. "Real nice!" He whirled his thumbs in the silky dark mink and teased her nipples into aching hardness.
She felt a sickening pulse in the depths of her pussy. Rita's ripe body responded to the rough stimulation her mind detested. Her nipples bulged and tingled with heat. Her pussy leaked.
"I'll be God damned! She ain't got a thing on under that fancy coat!" The circle of menacing faces shifted around her so all of the members could get a good look.
Rita heard one of them say, "She must be one of them pampered rich bitches who can't get enough cock from her sugar daddy."
A willowy blonde wearing only a studded black leather vest above her waist came up behind Rita. She swept the woman's red-golden hair aside and stroked long hard fingers down her back to feel the silky mink. "Is that it, bitch? Some fat old man gives you everything but a big cock?"
Rita couldn't get a word out of her tight throat. The brawny biker dropped a hairy hand to her tawny pussy mound and wiggled his middle finger into her wet cunt.
"Must be," he concluded. "She's hot and wet enough to fuck already!"
The hard-faced willowy blonde standing behind Rita was fondly stroking the sleek fur over the woman's ripe ass. "Hey, Griz," she said to the leader. "Make her give me that beautiful mink. I've always wanted to know what it's like being a rich bitch."
"Take it, Honey. With what I got in mind for her, a long black coat would only get in the way."
Rita moaned and clamped her arms to keep at least something over her soft, sleek curves. But the grinning blonde pulled and wrenched her arms, working the fur coat off her back.
The woman stood naked and trembling, her whole body blushed red with shame. The blonde they called Honey gave a laugh that was anything but sweet.
Griz and the other horny bikers paid no attention to Honey. Their eyes were all on Rita.
"Take her inside," he said. "We're all gonna give this cock-seeking cutey what she came for."
Rita cried as they pushed her through the broken door of the old barroom where she used to work. The shabby stage where she once danced still occupied the far end of the dim-lit main room.
A long bar with a scarred top stood on her right. More rough-looking bikers lounged against it. A girl was down on her knees before one of them. She was stark naked, forced lo kneel because her arms had been yanked behind her and bound to her ankles.
She was sucking one of three naked cocks lined up to feel the pleasure of her quivering lips. Raven-black hair streamed and swirled across her back as her head bobbed.
Her back was ablaze with stinging red welts still so fresh that Rita could almost feel the heat as she passed. A spreading puddle of cum gleamed pearly bright on the rough plank floor between the girl's bound legs. More spunk dripped from the bruised lips of her cunt as she swayed and sucked. She'd apparently been whipped to submission and fucked overly full. Rita winced at the sight, fearfully pondering her own fate.
"We caught us a more willing pussy this time," Griz said to the members inside. "She came down to the waterfront dressed like a rich whore just begging for cock!"
"No," Rita said. "I was forced to do this!"
Griz laughed uproariously. "Forced by what, the heat of your cunt?"
"The man who gave me the necklace," she moaned, trying to explain.
"A necklace ain't all he gave you?" Griz held the finger he'd had in her cunt beneath his nose. "Your pussy is wet with stale cum. That wasn't enough for you, so you came slumming to get more hot meat into your gash."
"I didn't," she sobbed.
The leering gang members were all laughing so hard it was useless to say more. Despite that, she could hear Doc Watson's voice clearly.
"Now you know what it's like when false evidence is all stacked against you," he said with a fiendish delight.
Rita sighed, grimly resigning herself to the inevitable gang rape. She decided to submit willingly and spare herself a brutal whipping. Her scowl of protest warmed into a seductive smile.
"Griz is right," she said in a strained voice. *Tm hot enough to fuck you all. Who wants to be first?"
Doc's scratchy voice said, "No, Rita! That would be too easy. I want you to resist!"
"I can't," she whispered softly so that only he could hear.
"You will if you want to breathe!"
"They might kill me!"
"No, they'll only make you wish you were dead. Griz is the leader so he'll want you first. When he gets close enough, you are going to knee him in the balls as hard as you can!"
"N-n-no!" Rita hated to think of the awful wrath that would bring down. But her fear* of the choking necklace was worse. Doc was viciously cruel enough to let her suffer death by slow strangulation. At least the motorcycle gang members would keep her alive until they'd all fucked her at least once.
Griz ambled toward her with his hairy arms outstretched. "So, the fine lady is nothing but a fancy slut-unnngh!"
He reeled back with a bellow of pain. Rita's knee had flashed up to sink into his groin. Griz turned enough to partially block her crippling kick with his hard-muscled thigh, but his balls still felt mangled and about to explode with burning pain.
He hunched and cradled his battered ball sac in both hands. "Damn you!"
Rita whirled to make a dash for the door, but two rough bikers grabbed her arms. She kicked at one and clawed the other like an alley cat. Their hands clamped hard on her flailing arms and restrained her.
"You're gonna wish you'd been a willing bitch," one snarled. Rita sobbed in anguish. She already knew that, but Doc Watson had planned her torture well.
"Chain her!" Griz said with a deep grunt of pain. "Honey, get your whip!"
The ragged curtain parted and they dragged Rita upon stage. A length of heavy steel chain dangled from the loft above. It ended with a pair of manacles shaped like a figure eight that would lock her wrists together.
The cold steel jaws were forced around her wrists and snapped shut with a harsh metallic click. Rita thought of the sound made by the sinister necklace when she had first put it on. Her fear and feeling of helplessness brought shivers.
She heard the squeal of a metal crank and the clacking sound of a ratchet. The chain dangling at center stage pulled tighter. Her steel-shackled wrist were hauled above her head. Rita sobbed and shed bitter tears while the crank turned. She could barely reach the stage floor on tiptoes.
The willowy blonde who'd taken her mink coat stalked toward her with a coiled whip in hand. She looked almost ludicrous wearing the elegant fur with high black motorcycle boots. Honey glared and let the braided lash uncoil.
"Spit and call her a stinking slut," Doc whispered hoarsely in Rita's ear.
"Nnnooo!"
"Do it!"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Rita felt the necklace tighten until she hacked a sticky load of phlegm into her mouth. She spit hard and screamed, "Stinking slut!"
The girl leaped back with cat-like quickness. Rita's spit only splattered the floor, but the words made Honey hiss with rage.
"Your sloppy whore's cunt must be big enough to fuck a fire plug!" Rita said on command.
The black bullwhip hissed and cracked sharply behind the snarling blonde's head. Then it blurred forward and coiled around Rita's waist like a boa constrictor. Honey yanked on the handle and pulled the braided lash like a top siring. Rita started spinning with dizzying speed.
Her tawny hair swirled and her vision blurred. Honey stepped back and cracked the whip twice in rapid succession. Rita felt a sting of hot pain in the crack of her ass, then another that spread fiery heat across her pussy mound as she whirled. A long, tortured wail ripped from her lips.
"It's going to be a real pleasure peeling the hide off your back," Honey said. "You're gonna feel like one of the minks that got skinned to make your fancy coat!"
The whip cracked again and left a blazing red welt that striped the whole length of Rita's writhing back. Her wail of torment shrilled louder.
Rita's metal-bound wrists sparked pain that ran down the whole length of her arms. Her shoulders wrenched and strained, forced to support almost her whole weight. She screamed and whirled in a lewd pirouette of pain.
"Beg Griz and all the other guys to fuck you when you want me to stop," Honey said.
"Don't say a word," Doc's voice hissed in her ear.
The whip hissed and came forward in a sinuous curve like a striking snake. It bit one of Rita's lush tits with pain that made Rita feel like her nipple had been torn off. It had only broken the skin and bloodied her nipple tip, but Rita was too dizzy to know that.
"Beg for twenty hot cocks before I bloody your other tit!" Honey said.
Rita choked back a sob to snarl, "I'm not a cheap, gutter-crawling cunt like you."
"No, you're worse!" Honey's limber arm hurled the lash forward again. It struck Rita's other tit and splashed traces of blood. Pain like a red-hot knife sank into her tits.
"Whip her cunt," Griz commanded. "I want her to bleed like a virgin when I ram my cock in.
The sharp-tipped leather tongue struck Rita's juicy clit bud. She felt a shock of pain that triggered cunt tremors like an orgasm, but ten times more intense.
"Beg to fuck Griz and all the guys before I whip your cunt into raw meat!"
"Tell them all to fuck knotholes in the floor," Doc demanded. "Honey hasn't had enough fun with you yet."
Rita said the words and shivered in anticipation of even worse pain.
But Honey laughed and said, "You don't remember me, do you? I was only a year old when you had my dad sent away ... a cute little tyke with golden blonde curls and tears in her innocent blue eyes."
"Oooooh, nnnooo!" Rita moaned.
"Things went to hell when they took my father away on charges you helped trump-up." The leather hissed and striped searing hot pain across Rita's ass. "Mom got tired of waiting for him and married a man who didn't want kids."
Another stinging loud crack echoed in the hush that had fallen over the room. Rita's juicy cunt was ravaged with another whip-induced climax of almost-unbearable pain.
"I got dumped into a foster home and was fucked by my substitute father."
Honey punctuated her story with more vicious strokes of the lash that left Rita too weak to scream. She blubbered and begged to be forgiven, but Doc would not let her beg for the fucking that would end her stinging torment.
"I told my foster mother what he'd done and she challenged the old man. That got us both whipped bloody, bound to the bed and fucked side-by-side."
Rita cringed violently, pained by more than her blazing welts. She was thinking about her own teenaged daughters, innocent and starry-eyed girls. Now she knew it would take a miracle to save them from the bitter wrath of the Watson family.
"I can make up for all that," Rita whined, afraid the necklace would tighten before she finished her desperate plea. "I'll give the you the kind of life you've always dreamed of!"
"I'd rather give you the kind of life you've always deserved."
The long whip hissed and coiled snake-like around Rita's slender waist. Honey gave it a hard yank and started the woman spinning again.
"Dance like the prick-teasing bitch you used to be!" the willowy blonde raged. "Twitch your ass and make your titties bounce. I won't stop whipping your ass until I see a blue-veined boner on every guy in this room!"
They slackened the chain just enough to let Rita get her feet on the floor. She choked back sobs of hysteria and started to dance ... knowing she had no other choice.
CHAPTER THREE
Doc Watson sat hunched like a gargoyle in a grimy room over the bar that had become gang headquarters. He peered through a panel of one-way glass set into the floor to serve as a viewing port. Ground like a fish-eye lens, it let him see all of the lewd spectacle below.
His emaciated body twitched with delight each time the hot lash in his daughter's hand struck. Wearing Rita's black mink and her own knee-high boots, Honey looked like an avenging angel.
Rita's tortured wails were like music to his ears. He began jacking his mighty cock once again, imagining it was the heat and fearsome vigor of his prick that made her scream. Doc kept his thumb off the necklace-tightening button and let her beg to be fucked by the whole gang as Honey demanded.
"Fuck me," Rita said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. She winced, still dancing lewdly to entice her tormentors, expecting the necklace to tighten. When it did not, she cried louder, "Please fuck me! I've had enough of the stinging whip!"
"Just beg for cock, I don't want to hear any excuses," Honey said.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Rita wailed.
Doc knew it was time to add to her torment. The worst tortures were those that dwell in the mind. He had learned that in prison, anguished by thoughts of loved ones who came to doubt his innocence when he was found guilty and dragged from the courtroom in chains.
With a macabre grin, he picked up the phone and dialed an unlisted number he'd learned through one of the electronic eavesdropping devices hidden in Rita's hilltop home. A cultured male voice answered this private line.
It was the man Rita Wallford was engaged to marry - a wealthy and respected pillar of the community, a man with a reputation to protect.
Doc claimed to be a reporter and said, "You're engaged to marry Rita Wallford, I believe."
"That's hardly news at this point," the man said. "Our wedding plans have been all over the society pages for months."
"Yes, I know ... the ideal couple, both rich, socially prominent and so refined. I just wonder if you know the kind of woman she really is."
"Of course I do! Her reputation is as flawless as her beauty."
Doc couldn't help chuckling. "If you think so, listen to this. I'm sure you'll recognize her voice." He clamped the earphone of his headset over the mouthpiece of the telephone.
Rita was screaming, "Fuck me! Oooh, please! I want a stiff hot prick. Give me cock! I'll take three at once, mouth, pussy and ass. Fill me with cum-spitting prick! I won't tire until I've fucked all twenty of you!"
Doc broke in to say, "That's coming to you live from the headquarters of our city's most notorious motorcycle gang. Would you like to talk to your future wife and discuss her flawless reputation?" He left the man sputtering and made the necessary connections. "Rita, my darling. There's someone on the line most anxious to speak with you."
"Rita!" her fianc� said in a state of shock. "Is that really you?"
She was so stunned by the sound of a voice other than Doc's boring into her anguished mind.
"Benton!" Rita said his name with a racking sob. "You don't know what they've done tome!"
"Yes, I do. I've been listening long enough. You're nothing but a cheap slut in expensive clothes! The marriage is off!"
"Benton, wait-" It was too late. He slammed down the phone with a clatter that made her ear ring.
Doc laughed. "Isn't it hell when those you love most turn against you?"
"Bastard!" she snarled.
"Save your breath and beg for cock. It's that or get your luscious body whipped to a bloody pulp that even a man in prison for twenty years won't want to fuck."
When Honey Watson had heard enough, she climbed up on the stage and keyed open the locking metal cuffs that had chafed Rita's bound wrists raw. With mind and body both deeply pained, the woman was almost too weak to stand. She had no strength or will to resist when the blonde whip-handler led her to a pool table at the other end of the room.
Four leering males, with naked stiff cocks sticking out of their grimy flies, surrounded the table, one at each corner. They drew chains fitted to locking bands from the corner pockets. Rita saw that and cried weakly.
Griz laughed scornfully. "After trying to mangle my balls, we ain't taking another chance. Flatten the bitch on her back. Spread her arms and legs and chain her down real tight."
Rita moaned, knowing it would be useless to plead further. Honey pushed her backwards onto the table no longer used for playing pool.
Two gang members grabbed her arms and dragged her toward them, sliding her whip-burned ass across the cold top. The green felt covering had been torn off and discarded. Rita was forced down flat on her back with her arms spread.
Cold steel bracelets snapped shut around her chafed wrists. She whimpered. More cold uncaring hands spread her elegant long legs. Chilling bands snapped shut around her ankles.
They pulled the chains tight, straining her joints. The lamp once used to light the table for playing pool glared down from above.
"You and I are sort of trading places," Honey said. She wrapped the warm mink close around her slender, fine-carved figure and purred as she stroked her hands through the soft fur.
Rita shivered on the cold top of the table turned into an altar for sexual sacrifice.
Honey told her, "I ran away from the foster home. Griz and the other guys took me in. First thing I had to do was pull the train-"
"Pull the train?" Rita said curiously.
"Yeah, fuck them all one right after another. Most of the guys can go four or five times."
Griz and the other male gang members were all busy stripping off their clothes. Rita's worried eyes darted from one to another as their cocks came into view. She saw more steel-hard pricks in the next few minutes than she had in the rest of her life.
She saw stiff cocks of every description-long, short, thick and thin in various combinations. Twenty in all. With an average length of seven inches each, Rita quickly figured out that was over eleven feet of cock. And if they fucked her five times apiece it would be more than fifty feet of hot cock she would have to feel.
Although Rita sometimes enjoyed sex, she shuddered at the thought of being fucked a hundred times, one fuck right after the other.
Griz watched her ripe, whipped body tremble. "The lady's raw red welts must be paining her something tierce. What say we cool her off?"
"Yeah!" agreed the anxious gang members. One added, "It's hard to fuck right when your cock is full of piss."
Griz stood at the foot of the table between Rita's bound legs. His cock was a ten-inch-long ram of hard flesh that slanted up at a sharp angle. He gave her a smile and steadied his thick prick in one hand. Then he started to piss.
The yellow stream arched high and splattered down on Rita's splayed crotch. She cringed with revulsions but was chained too securely to wiggle out of the way. More of the beer-drinking gang members crowded around the table and let go.
They showered her with twenty fountaining cocks, burning her raw welts like a bath in battery acid. An acrid stench filled the room. Her smarting pain was intense, her humiliation even worse.
Rita's nose wrinkled in disgust. The smell of piss splashing all over her body was so rank and strong that she didn't want to breathe. Hot piss made her raw welts blaze as though salt had been rubbed in her many wounds.
She could only be thankful that none of them were pissing on her face, but her pained sigh of gratitude came too soon. Honey leaped up on the table and stood astride Rita's tossing head.
Honey parted the front of Rita's mink coat and raised her black leather mini-skirt above her waist. Looking up between the girl's legs, Rita could see a quivering blonde-furred pussy.
Honey smirked and rained piss all over Rita's face. The woman's classic features contorted in loathing. Her tightly clenched lips burned. Stinging yellow rain splashed into her nose.
Rita wanted to scream in disgust, but didn't dare open her mouth. She tossed her head and Honey wet her hair. The proud beauty had never suffered anything so degrading.
Lewd heat seeped into her body through every pore. Rita writhed and moaned, slithering on the table top like a seal on a wet rock. Though gagged by the stench and the bitter taste of her own churning bile, Rita felt an eerie sense of excitement that became stronger than her loathing.
She tensed and cried the moment Honey's flood of falling piss had stopped.
Another female gang member handed Honey a bucket of cold saltwater dipped right out of the bay. She held it high overhead and waited until the last of the men had drained his cock. Then she dumped the bucket to rinse Rita's ripe body.
Stunned by the cold and stung by saltwater, Rita twisted and jerked into spasms of pain. Someone gave Honey another bucket and she dumped that as well. Rita shivered violently, almost lapsing into convulsions.
The table on which she lay bound had been prepared for just that kind of ordeal. It slanted down toward her feet and off to the left so the stinging flood ran into the corner pocket and down to a washtub waiting below.
Shocked almost senseless by the sudden shift from hot to cold, Rita was hardly aware of Griz climbing onto the slick table top. She cowered like a timid virgin bound for pagan sacrifice.
Griz buried his head in her freshly rinsed crotch. She groaned. He wasn't just sucking cunt, he seemed determined to devour her pussy.
His beard-stubbled cheeks felt like barbed wire between her creamy thighs. His tongue probed and twisted, making her whipped pussy clench like a soft-lipped mantrap. He licked and sucked her clit until Rita screamed with delight.
Where the whip had struck, Griz could taste salt-sweet traces of blood. He licked and sucked those places to increase the flow. Rita moaned, appalled by the cruel strength of his appetite, but thrilled by the way his pulling lips and rasping tongue made her respond.
Benton Stanhope, the distinguished man she had planned to marry had never excited her so completely. He was far too dignified to eat pussy, and he wasn't all that thrilling when they fucked. His cock was timid and weak compared to those she saw ringing the table.
Rita felt sad at having lost her chance at a higher and more respected social position as wife of a civic leader, but she almost rejoiced at getting the kind of sexual satisfaction her body had craved for so long.
Maybe her embittered fianc� had been right, maybe she was just a slut in fancy clothes. Rita realized now that she had never adjusted fully to civilized life.
Griz nibbled his way up to her lush tits. The nipples were tight and shrunken with cold. He sucked one nip deep into his mouth and whirled the other with his thumb. She cried. Rita could feel the heat of lust rushing back.
"What a beautiful bitch you are," Griz said. He was leaning over her smiling face now. His huge hands kept milking her tits and the blue-red knob of his big hot prick was pressed against her clit.
That tender bud of nerves simmered in sleek fuck honey swirled up from the depths of her cunt. It hardly mattered that Griz had an ugly face scarred by dozens of fights and motorcycle crashes.
Her lips sealed soft and warm with his when he bent down to kiss her. He drove his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it willingly. Rapt with lewd pleasure, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and ran it over his broken teeth, playfully dueling with his tongue.
The rank taste of his mouth and foul odor of his hot breath hardly registered in her dazzled mind. Her body was filled with sultry heat. She was about to be fucked by the biggest cock of her whole life-ten glorious inches!
She cried when he began pushing his prick in. His prick strained her supple cunt lips. They had been whipped to extreme tenderness and tongue-teased to a fiery peak of anticipation.
Simmering fuck honey rose all around his intruding cock-knob. "It's sssooo big!" she sobbed.
"Get used to it," Doc said in her ear. "Mine is both longer and bigger around."
"It can't be," Rita moaned.
Griz had to assume she was talking to him. He didn't know about the earpiece or the power of the glittering diamond necklace that circled her heaving throat. "It can't be what?"
"It can't be so much pleasure to be raped," she improvised.
"You're just getting what you've wanted for a long time."
"Yes!" she screamed in confession. Her departed husband's playful bondage had excited her, but the real thing was far more thrilling.
Rita arched her back as high as the chains would allow and swiveled heir ass in a spiral to take his great cock deeper into her sultry cunt. She'd taken only half of his prick's throbbing hot length and was already nearing a climax.
Griz said, "What a luscious bitch you are!" The wringing spasms of her wet cunt and the boiling pressure of his jizz load made him forget that knee to the balls. He drilled his cock in to the hilt and fucked her joyously.
"Enjoy him," Doc said. "My rage will not be so quick to cool. What you did to me was much worse than a kick in the nuts. You're going to suffer terribly when we're together at last."
Rita tried to ignore Doc's gravel voice. She humped and pumped her ass and took Griz's cock with deep moans of delight.
Rita raised her head and gazed between them as Griz lifted and dropped his bulky frame on her like a man doing pushups. When he arched back to withdraw his cock, she could see the long vein-ridged prickshaft emerge from her delightfully tight cunt hole.
Her whipped pussy lips streaked his awesome cock with faint traces of blood, but Rita felt no pain. The sleek flow of her warm fuck honey was a soothing ointment. She giggled at the sight of his pink-stained cock. "I feel just like a young virgin!"
"One of your daughters still is," Doc whispered in her ear.
That chilled her to the marrow of her bones. "Only one?"
"Only one what?" Griz asked curiously. He thought the cock-crazed beauty must be cracking up.
"Er, I mean ... only one at a time?"
"Yeah, I'm like the head of a wolf pack. I don't share my prey with any other guy until I'm done."
Rita's mind was reeling. She had two daughters grandly named after British royalty-Victoria and Regina-or Vicki and Reggie as they preferred to be called. Both were virgins as far as she knew. Rita had been very strict with their moral upbringing.
"Which one?" she asked Doc.
Griz wrinkled his brow. "Which one what?"
"Er, which one of your women wants me to suck her cunt while you fuck me? You wouldn't mind that would you, Griz?"
"No, I guess not. Hey, Honey ... you want to sit on her face while I fuck?"
"I'd love to!" The willowy blonde climbed up on the table and straddled Rita's head. The girl hadn't bothered to wipe her sandy-haired pussy. Her pussy curls were still damp with dribbles of piss.
Rita tasted the stinging bitterness when Honey bent down and clamped wet cunt over her mouth. She groaned. The blonde pumped her hips.
"I thought you wanted to eat cunt. Come on, bitch ... get your tongue into me."
Grimacing lips brought Honey mild pleasure. Her sultry fuck honey began to flow. That added a more pleasant tang to the taste of her pussy.
Rita timidly licked out her tongue and felt the girl squirm joyously. Griz liked staring into one pretty cunt while he fucked another, and listening to Rita's wet gurgling noises was better than hearing her disjointed conversation.
Honey's warm, supple thighs were clamped over Rita's ears. That muted the sound of lewd remarks made by anxious bikers all around the table, but it did nothing to still the Voice that came from the small speaker fitted into her ear.
"Which one?" Doc asked to taunt her. "Vicki or Reggie? Reggie or Vicki? Which one of her sweet girls has lost her cherry?"
"Mummmph," Rita mumbled. The taste of simmering pussy flooded over her tongue when she tried to speak. And Griz hammered his cock in harder than before. Each thrust made her gush hot breath into Honey's cunt.
"And who was the sly spoiler of that tender cherry?" Doc asked. "I know, Rita. I know everything about your beautiful daughters."
Rita's gushing and moans of distress delighted Honey's cunt. "Hhhmmm, good! Now stick your tongue into me!"
"Do it," Doc said. "Vicki and Reggie aren't a bit timid about licking cunt. They've been sucking each other off for some time now."
"Nungh!" Rita didn't want to believe that.
"Make my daughter Honey cum," Doc said. "You'll need the practice if you want to please your girls."
"Urrrr!" Rita growled in disgust. Would he really make her do that? Then she shuddered under Griz's hammering cock thrusts. Doc Watson was so demented, he might make her do anything. A gang rape by a bunch of depraved bikers might turn out to be the most pleasant part of the hideous torment he had in mind for her.
Honey liked watching Griz fuck and twist his big cock into the woman pinned beneath them both. She grinned lewdly and leaned forward, bending over his brawny back. By craning her neck and extending her lips she could just reach the crack of his ass.
She said, "Fuck her, Griz! Bail her brains out!"
Then Honey planted a pleading kiss on the crack of his ass.
"Haaagh!" Griz liked that. He was sandwiched between them. Soft woman flesh warmed his chest and belly. Silky black mink teased his back when Honey pressed down to wiggle her tongue deep into the cleft of his bounding ass.
Leaning forward eased the pressure of Honey's cunt on the woman's soft lips. She licked and swiped the girl's blonde-furred pussy with her tongue, trying not to think about her daughters and the terrible things Doc had said.
The lewd trio rocked and swayed. Griz fucked Rita with roaring delight. Rita sucked fuck honey from Honey's cunt. And Honey wiggled her tongue into Griz's asshole to keep him hammering down.
Doc whispered a taunting chant into Rita's ear, "Vicki the redhead, Reggie the blonde. Which one has been fucked, and which one will fuck best?"
His voice tormented Rita, but Griz was fucking her wildly with delight. Her dazed thoughts wavered between pleasure and pain.
Honey's ass-teasing tongue kept Griz humping in a wild fuck-frenzy. It felt like she could wiggle it all the way though to make his cock tingle. He strained, wanting to hold back.
Rita's cunt ground all around his long prick. Her climax had started. Her wringing pussy milked and sucked his big cock, begging it to fire. Honey reamed her tongue into his ass and he had to let go.
"Aarrrgh!" He came with a roar. Jism gushed in steamy hot bursts.
Rita shuddered and moaned. The force of his volcanic cumming was so much greater than the old man's. Globs of cum hit the wall of her cunt like slippery fists. They battered and spattered her fuck hole.
They filled the sleek tunnel of joy with liquid fire. Honey's talented tongue kept him cumming. Tantalizing sensations in his ass flowed pleasure and pressure down into his ball sac.
Rita could not remember a man with such vigor. Griz kept grunting and gushing in cum. She felt it rise and bubble from the lips of her whipped cunt. Fuck juice dripped between her chained legs and formed a slick puddle under her bounding ass.
Her own tongue lanced out every time Honey's drove into the bearish man's ass. Rita licked and sucked and tongue fucked the daughter of her tormentor to a lesbian orgasm of shrilling delight.
For a full minute the lewdly entwined trio shared tremors of a mutual orgasm. Sparks of hot pleasure flowed from one to the other.
Honey's lewd hunger for ass fucking increased the duration and force of Griz's cumming. His wet hammering thrusts made Rita's cunt spasm with contractions of pleasure like never before. That made her tongue whip and thrust to thrill Honey's dripping cunt ... which made her attack Griz's ass even more demandingly.
But for exhaustion, the cycle might have gone on forever. Rita felt limp and sated when they finally untangled themselves. She smiled weakly and licked fuck honey off her lips.
The bike gang's second-in-command was climbing onto the table before she'd caught her breath. "That's one cock down and nineteen to go," he said.
Rita sighed weakly and Doc laughed in her ear.
CHAPTER FOUR
It took several hours for .all of the gang members to satisfy themselves. Rita lost track of the cocks and the climaxes that consumed all of the early afternoon. She felt dizzy and weak when they finally released her.
She staggered out of the clubhouse and winced bleary-eyed in the glaring sun. Doc Watson's demanding voice had been silent after Griz fucked her the first time. The long silence was a torment of curiosity.
Halfway through the fuck-frenzy, Griz had declared Rita's pussy too wet and worn out to be worth fucking. They turned her over, chained her face-down on the table and reamed her ass for the next round.
Honey had happily licked and sucked a flood of spent cum from both ends when the men were through. Then she gave Rita back her mink coat and escorted her to her car. Rough men leered all along the way, but none dared to touch anyone with a member of the notorious motorcycle gang. They ruled the streets for blocks around.
Rita sank into the driver's seat with a thankful sigh and bundled warm mink around a naked body still trembling with the aftershocks of one climax right after another. Still the necklace remained slack around her neck, the earpiece silent.
She began to hope that Doc Watson had satisfied his crazed hunger for revenge. Rita turned on the key and gunned her car's engine to life. She winced at its roar, expecting Doc's voice to give her directions. He said nothing.
She sighed and started off, turning the car toward her hilltop home. Still nothing. Her breathing returned to normal. Doc knew that because he was listening intently, remaining silent because he'd made a study of torture methods while in prison. He had learned that letting a victim get her hope up before snatching them away again could be exquisitely painful.
She drove four miles down Front Street, out of the decaying slum and into the Marina Park Plaza-a development of exclusive and expensive waterfront condominiums, office towers and fine specialty shops. It was the city's most impressive and sought-after address.
"Turn left at the next corner," Doc whimpered softly.
"Rita jumped and squirmed in her seat as though a dull nail had punctuated her eardrum, "You!" she hissed in frustration.
"Turn left," he repeated. "Into the parking garage for Number One, Park Marina Drive."
"That's where Benton lives! I can't bear to face him after he heard me begging for cock."
"He doesn't want to see you either, that's why I'm taking you there. Pull into his guest parking slot and get out of the car."
"You've already ruined my plans for a marvelous marriage, isn't that enough?"
"I'm going to show you that it wouldn't have been such a marvelous marriage after all. Get out of the car and into his private penthouse elevator. We're going to give Mr. Benton Stanhope the surprise of his life!"
Rita's female curiosity had been piqued, but she said, "Sorry, Doc ... there's no way we can surprise him. The elevator to the penthouse is electronically controlled. Unless you have a magnetic key that looks like a credit card, you have to call upstairs and ask to have the elevator sent down."
"I know that's how it's supposed to work. I designed the circuits more than twenty years ago. Just bend down and put your earpiece near the key slot, I'll transmit the proper signal."
She bent down, pressed her plugged ear to the slot and heard a warbling noise of beeps and hums. A second later, the door to the elevator slid open. Rita stepped inside, more curious now than ever. The lavishly appointed elevator hummed skyward. It would have to rise twenty-eight floors.
"I had Benton's penthouse bugged when I first read about your relationship in the society gossip columns," Doc said.
Rita moaned as the elevator rose higher, thinking of all she'd said and done in Benton's penthouse suite, knowing now that Doc Watson had listened to it all.
"Would you like to hear what's going on there now?" asked the voice in her ear.
"No, not really. I think it's terrible to eavesdrop on private conversations!"
"Worse than sending a man to prison on false charges?" Doc laughed. "You have a quite befuddled moral code." He made the necessary connections and patched sounds from the penthouse into Rita's ear.
She heard Benton say, "What a delicious cunt you have! So sweet and juicy! So clinging tight on my tongue. Hhhmmmm!"
Rita fumed. "That bastard! Our engagement has only been broken a few hours, and he's sucking out some other cunt already?"
"You make my prick harder than Rita ever could," Benton said fondly. "And you like having your pussy eaten by a man, don't you?"
"Yyyeeessss!" shrilled a female voice so tense it came as hissing static in Rita's ear.
"He never ate my cunt," Rita complained.
"Hers is younger, tighter and tastes much better," Doc said. "He was eating and fucking her for a month before your engagement was announced.
"That lecherous bastard!"
Stanhope's voice said in her ear, "What the hell? I hear the elevator, and you're the only one I've ever wanted enough to give the key to."
Rita's smoldering rage increased. That was true. Even when they became engaged, Benton hadn't allowed her to have a plastic card key. Now she knew why-so she could never surprise him with his younger love.
The private elevator hissed to a stop in the penthouse suite. The ornate door slid open and Rita stormed out in a fury of jealous rage. Ben-ton Stanhope was just coming out of the bedroom, belting his silk robe and trying to conceal an outrageously stiff cock.
"Rita!" he gasped in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I just dropped by to return your engagement ring," she said coldly, still fuming and straining to work the sparkling diamond off the third finger of her left hand.
He said, "No, wait! I was too hasty. I still want us to get married next month as planned."
"Ooooh?" After what she'd heard in the elevator, that seemed strange.
Benton read the doubting look in her eyes and said, "Well, let's face it ... we've been talking mostly about a marriage of convenience. You want the power and prestige of an old and well-respected family name, and I want to merge your electronics plant into Stanhope Industries."
"Who's going to perform the ceremony, a minister or our corporate lawyers?"
"Rita, that's the way life works at this level. I know your husband ran things until he died, but you've been in charge long enough now to know-"
"To know that you want to marry me and go on sucking and fucking some younger cunt that makes your cock harder than I ever could?"
Benton's face paled. "How-how can you possibly know about that?"
Rita smiled and tapped the molded earpiece hidden under waves of tawny red-golden hair. "Let's just say that a little bird told me."
"The same little bird that let me hear you begging to fuck a whole motorcycle gang?"
Doc was laughing softly in Rita's ear, delighted by the crisis he'd created. There was no need to direct her now. Female jealousy would fashion a scene more interesting than any he could have contrived.
"They did things to me that your puny dick never could!"
"My puny dick? Does this look puny to you?" Benton pulled open the front of his robe. An eight-inch blue-veined boner leaped out and twanged up and down.
"Respectable, but not inspiring," she said with complete indifference. Any other time, Rita would have climbed all over a cock that big and hard. But, thoroughly sated by Griz and the horny members of his motorcycle gang, she could now remain aloof. "I'd rather see the sexy young cunt that got your prick that hard."
Rita pushed by him to enter the bedroom.
"No, Rita!" He grabbed her arm and yanked her back just as her hand touched the knob of the closed door. Benton whirled her back to face him. "Don't go in there!"
That sudden show of strength excited her more than all the polished manners of their formal courtship. Rita gasped, smiled slyly. "Why not? We're only talking about a marriage of convenience. Why shouldn't I meet your young friend? I'd like to suck a cunt clever enough to make your cock that hard."
"Some other time," he answered vaguely. "Right now it's you I want!"
Benton Stanhope was tall, silver-haired and distinguished. He was also deceptively strong. Rita learned that when he locked his arms around her. It was the first time he'd shown real passion. The veneer of poise and respectability was gone. He pushed her roughly toward a couch set against a picture window overlooking the bay.
Gleaming white yachts, one of them his, swayed at anchor in the marina below. But Ben-ton was pawing open the front of her black mink coat exactly as the gang leader Griz had done. "Did you really fuck a whole gang?"
"It was more, they fucked me."
"And whipped you too, I see." Benton had peeled her cunt back, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to bind around her elbows, still half in the furry sleeves. He was fondling her welted tits.
"I knew you were not much better than a whore," he said. "I had your background investigated fully before we announced our engagement."
Rita sobbed. He was squeezing her tits painfully hard, pushing her down on his fancy couch. The mink coat slumped back and bound her arms at her sides.
"The sight of your pained body is a powerful aphrodisiac," he said, leering and licking his lips. "Whipping has made your tits hotter than ever before. I can't wait to fuck your ravaged cunt."
Then the bedroom door opened and the shrill voice of a young female said. "Bennie, don't you dare! That big boner belongs to me!"
Rita's hand whirled around like a whiplash.
"Vicki!" she gasped in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Her daughter stood framed by the doorway of Benton Stanhope's luxurious bedroom.
She wore a filmy black robe trimmed with feathery ostrich plumes. It was open in front to reveal the sleek ripening curves of a gorgeous young figure. Firm, sharp-peaked tits with a proud upward thrust and impudent dark nipples, were tingling. Long, fiery red hair streamed over one shoulder, cascading down over her tit and reached along to her slender waist. A narrow V of the same sultry red color fleeced her pussy mound. The crimson curls were damp with fuck honey from her pink-tipped cunt slit and fluids from Benton Stanhope's anxious mouth.
He snarled, "Vicki, I told you to stay in the bedroom!"
"Not while you're out here fucking my mother!" she shot back with the kind of fury only a fiery redhead can work up.
Rita was stunned out of her senses by the sight of her daughter seductively robed and preening like a cat in heat.
Vicki toyed with a long strand of her blazing hair, sweeping the silky soft wave across her jutting nipples. "Come on, Bennie. I know you'd rather fuck me."
Rita groaned. "But we're engaged!"
"Only because of me. It wouldn't look right for an important man like Bennie to be seen with a young teen, so he was going to marry you to get closer to me."
"Bennie?" Rita said almost laughing. "Is that true?"
"Yes, damn it! It takes a pretty young pussy to really get my prick up."
"You shit-headed lecher! You filthy beast! You're worse scum than anyone in that motorcycle gang! I'll ruin you, Benton! I'll have you brought on up on criminal charges!"
His face blushed red and gnarled with rage. "You will not!"
He slapped her hard. Rita screamed, and tears flooded down her stinging cheek.
Doc was chanting in her ear. "Regina, Regina ... it rhymes with vagina, and you know which of your girls still has her cherry! Vicki has the man that you wanted to marry, and Regina has her cherry!"
Stanhope said, "My investigators found proof that you helped frame your husband's former business partner and send him to prison. Watson, his name was. They released him just last week. If I give him that evidence, he'll sue you for every cent you've got. You'll be back serving drinks and prancing your pretty ass in some grimy waterfront dive."
Doc was still chanting verbal torments that only she could hear. "Regina, Regina ... it rhymes with vagina and she has the cherry I'm going to bust!"
"Shut up!" she screamed with more tears flooding.
Benton held her by the arms and shook her violently. "Don't tell me to shut up, you bitch! Come in the bedroom, I want you to watch!"
"Wa-watch wh-what?" she wailed.
"Watch how long your beautiful daughter can keep my puny dick up."
Vicki smirked and said, "That should be fun. I've always wanted to perform for an audience." She turned back into the bedroom and slipped off her long black robe.
"Vicki, how could you?"
"Because I got tired of being pampered and protected like a delicate little flower. I've known for years what you were before and I know you helped daddy frame that poor man. I found dad's diary in the attic after he died."
"Ooooh, God!" she moaned. Stanhope was pushing her into the bedroom and her knees were too weak to resist. He threw her down in a chair beside the rumpled bed. Her breath gushed when she slammed into the seat.
Stanhope pulled silky cords used to tie back the drapes. Breathing hard with excitement, he bound Rita's chafed wrists to the arms of the chair. With two more silky cords yanked off the wall, he tied her ankles securely to the carved legs of the chair.
Rita's breath came in steaming sharp gasps. Her ripe body cringed and her mind reeled in shock. Vicki smirked at her without sympathy or concern. The woman's tawny hair was disheveled, the luxurious mink half off her back and rumpled behind her.
Vicki stretched out naked on the bed. Still smirking, she told her mother, "That's how I felt all the years you were so strict, playing the role of a fine lady. Only letting me go to chaperoned parties and dances with creepy nerd boys you picked for me because they were too shy to even feel tit."
Benton glared hotly at the young teen when he'd cinched the last knot tight. She was smiling impishly and fondling her own proud tits, languidly teasing her nipples hard.
"Now it's your turn," he said in a strangely cold tone.
"My turn for what, Bennie?"
"For lessons in proper respect. You've become as stupid and smug as your dear mother, so you deserve the same treatment."
Stanhope pressed a hidden button and what appeared to be a solid wall panel slid back with a soft hiss. It revealed a rack filled with dozens of bondage devices. Vicki stared at the array in stunned disbelief.
"Oh, Bennie," she said in a fearful tone.
"It's Benton, you bitch! Bennie sounds like a snot-nosed adolescent with pimples." He took a pair of chains off the rack and walked to the bed with their steel jawed wrist cuffs swaying.
Vicki cringed and shivered-as though chilled to the bone. "Bennie," her strained voice squeaked. "I mean, Benton. You don't need to do that."
He grabbed her right arm and snapped the locking metal band around her wrist. "You thought it most amusing when I bound your mother in the chair to watch. Why aren't you smiling now?"
He yanked her arm and secured the loose end of the chain to a snap hook attached to the bedpost.
"Be-because I'm afraid! I've never seen you like this!" He chained her other wrist, sprawling on her back with arms spread wide in restraint.
"Few have, my little tart. While we're sharing old family secret, you might as well know mine. The only thing better than a tender and innocent young cunt is a bitch in bondage!"
He went back to the rack and selected a stout metal rod about two feet long. At each end was a manacle sized to fit a Woman's ankle, Benton laughed, securing Vicki's kicking feet to the end of the rod. Then he pressed a. small button at the middle of the pole and it began to telescope outward, spreading her legs painfully wide.
"Aaagh!" Vicki cried. "It's splitting my crotch!"
"No, my cock is going to do that. You see how long and hard it's gotten from the excitement of restraining you?"
"Unnnnngh," she moaned. Rita almost laughed when she saw her daughter's stricken-ed look.
Doc chanted in her ear, "Vicki, Vicki ... it rhymes with sticky, and that's what her situation has become."
Stanhope returned to the rack and selected an odd metal device that looked something like steel jock strap. He locked the waist band around Vicki's writhing body and positioned a curved piece that dipped between her spread legs.
Instead of a pouch to hold a man's balls, the iron jock was fitted in front of a ring that encircled her pussy slit. "I liked your cunt a lot better when it was tight, timid and shy. Luckily, I have the means to make your cunt snug as a virgin again."
He turned a wing nut that tightened the steel ring around her puffed pussy lips, squeezing them until they bulged and appeared to pout.
"Oooh, that hurts!"
"So did my cock the first time it plunged into you. And it will again my sweet, I'm going to make you tighter than you were the first time."
"Aaagggh!"
"Now to make your proud little titties bulge more like your mother's beautiful. Big boobs!" He came to the bed carrying what looked like a cupless bra-two steel rings joined with a link of chain. A black leather strap circled her back and secured the device with the rings circling the base of her tits. Benton tightened a pair of wing nuts that clamped the shrinking metal bands around her tits. She cried, chilled by the touch of metal on her tender flesh and pained by the way it made her tits bulge. Tightly crimped at the base, they looked like sprouting mushrooms with taut nipples to crown their domed heads.
"Pleased don't make it any tighter!" she cried.
Benton laughed and gave the tit-wringers another couple of turns. Vicki began to sob. He stood by the rack and fitted a broad, thick, rubbery band around the base of his throbbing cock. It was studded with pliable spikes that extended in all directions like a spider's legs.
"The band traps blood in my cock and will keep it hard for hours," he told the cringing girl. "And the rubbery prods will delight your pussy. It will feel as though some crawling thing has crept into your cunthole."
"Hungh!" Vicki groaned, her fears mounting.
"You should have known a man who would fuck the young daughter of a woman he planned to marry wouldn't be quite normal," Rita said smugly.
"All we need now is an ass teaser," Benton declared. He took a small dildo about the size of his middle finger off the rack. He greased it with cream from a tube. "This will slide right up your ass. The broad ring at the base will keep it from sinking too deep. But whenever there's pressure put on the exposed end, nubby little, prods pop out all along the shaft. They'll pain your asshole so that you keep your back arched."
He pushed the slippery ass teaser in to the hilt and pressed the rounded button on the exposed end. The buried shaft sprouted protrusions that ravaged the wringing tight tunnel of Vicki's ass.
Vicky had never had any thing pushed up her ass before. It made her ass writhe even when the prods were with drawn. She trembled and arched her back, so frightened she could hardly breathe.
"That's how I like to see you," Benton said. "Properly fearful and in awe of my cock."
"How can you do this to me? I've been your best lover!"
He laughed scornfully. "Not by a long shot. I've fucked dozens of young girls, and you didn't even make it into the top ten."
"Hungh!" The assault on her ego hurt worse than the pussy and tit wringing clamps he'd made her wear.
"I'd much rather fuck your younger sister," he confided as he climbed up on the bed. "I love sweet golden-haired girls, but she's still too shy. I'm saving her for my wedding night. Every man should have a virgin in his bridal suite. Mine will have to be the daughter of my bride."
"I'll never marry you!" Rita snarled. "And you'll never touch my other little girl!"
Benton laughed coldly. "You're hardly in a position to stop me. And if there's to be no wedding, then I might as well fuck her tonight. When I've finished with the redhead. I'll call the house and invite Reggie to join us here for a delicious dinner. I just won't mention that it's a tender, golden-haired virgin pussy I plan to eat first."
Doc's taunting voice again filled Rita's skull. "Regina, Regina ... it rhymes with vagina. And old Benton Stanhope is going for the gold."
"Don't let him do this!" she cried with tears streaming.
Stanhope looked bemused. "Who's here to stop me?"
She whined and moaned. "Please!"
Doc laughed. "Don't worry. I won't let him have Regina."
"Oooh, thank you."
"Don't," Doc said sternly. "It only because I want her for myself."
"You bastard! Haven't you done enough?" she sobbed.
"No, my dear Rita. I've only begun," Doc said.
Stanhope smiled at Vicki, kneeling between her spread legs. "Your mother must be going crazy. She sits there babbling to herself like a fool. I think after we're married, I'll have her committed to an asylum. Then I'll be alone with my two luscious stepdaughters."
Mother and daughter both cringed, and Rita began to wonder which of her tormentors she feared most. Both seemed utterly mad and equally depraved. At least Doc Watson had a reason other than greed and lust.
Benton arched over the metal-pinched cunt of his young victim and massaged her protruding clit with the bulged head of his cock. The pressure had squeezed her sensitive clit from its protective sheath.
She cried. The sharp stimulation approached pain, like a soft caress turned into a tickling touch. The Sleek tube of her pussy clamped with contractions stronger than the steel ring that snugged its soft lips.
Vicki howled and writhed, grinding her ass into the mattress to escape the wild tingling sensation pressed down from above. That pressed her ass button and released the prods that tortured her shithole. She cried, arching and twisting to meet his cock.
Benton's deft thumbs twirled nipples strained hard with trapped blood. Intense, almost painful pleasure sank into her chest like a twisting screw thread that tensed every nerve.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oh, God, Benton! Drive your cock into my cunt."
"Clamped tight as it is, that's going to hurt," he warned.
"Yes, I know. Like it did the first time, but that's a wonderful pain! I love to feel your big prick in me."
"Then you shall have it, my sweet. Fm going to give you more cock than you want."
"Grungh! Ooowww! Eeeyyy!" The spreading torment of his hot prick made her green eyes bulge almost out of their sockets.
"Your pussy wasn't this tight and hot when it was still cherry," he said with a wicked grin.
Vicki wept and cried. "I know! Your cock is killing me!" Her lithe body strained in a high arch. Vicki was fearful of letting her ass touch the bed again.
Benton pushed down and fucked half the length of his throbbing cock into her constricted cunt. She groaned through gritted teeth. Her strength was waning, she couldn't keep herself arched much longer.
He pushed in another inch of pussy-straining cock and grinned lewdly at the sight of tears streaming from her watery green eyes. Nothing pleased Benton more than the sight and sounds of a woman pained by the size of his cock.
Rita was wincing. She felt sympathetic pain in her own pussy. Her cunt clamped and writhed with imagined torment. Vicki had been heartless and cruel, playing the young bitch goddess, but she was still her daughter and that was a kind of love that endured all kinds of abuse.
"Get used to watching a daughter bound and being fucked. Regina is next. Regina, Regina ... it rhymes with vagina," Doc chanted.
"Oh, stop it!" Rita screamed.
Benton turned and leered at her. "Are you jealous, my love? Does it pain you to see my cock pushing into a pussy I like better than yours?"
"It pains me to see any part of you! You're nothing but a pervert masquerading as a man of distinction!"
"And what would you call a woman who visits a notorious lewd motorcycle gang's headquarters wearing nothing but a diamond necklace and her mink coat?"
Rita fumed, knowing there was no way she could explain. Nothing she said would be believed. She had to sit cringing and watch Benton Stanhope hilt his cruel prick in her daughter's tightly pinched cunt.
The girl's tortured scream was the only thing louder than Doc Watson's delighted laughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
Benton Stanhope fucked Yield's constrained cunt with vicious delight. The sleek tightness of her ringed pussy was exquisite. Her screams and tears increased his pleasure. He laughed and sucked nipples swollen painfully full of trapped blood. They throbbed and simmered in his greedy mouth.
His hammering thrusts slammed her ass on the mattress. That spiked her ass and brought the girl arching back.
"You were such a lifeless fuck before," he said with a smile. "I like your cunt much better when it leaps and bounds up at me."
Slyly fucking the handsome older man engaged to her mother had been fun. Being bound and brutally raped by him right before her mother's eyes was a horror.
She had to wonder if the two of them could ever face each other again. Vicki had been jealous of her mother's voluptuous figure and resentful of strict parental control. Enticing Benton Stanhope had been her revenge. Now the plan had backfired and his hammering cock was about to explode in her tightly pinched cunt.
Each thrust was an agony of taut friction. His bulging blue veins raked her pussy nerves. Like flint and steel, she could feel the sparks fly. Burning heat coursed through her veins. Her nipples swelled harder and tingled between his sucking lips.
He tongue-lashed one and then the other, swaying his silvery head back and forth. His steel-hard prick was a fast moving piston of burning pain. It made her tightened cunt blaze with sensations that echoed in her fingers and toes.
Each hammering thrust slammed her ass down hard on the bed. Her breath gushed under his crutching weight like someone being given a lewd kind of artificial respiration. When her ass touched, prods speared out of the dildo to jab at the tender walls of her wringing tight hole.
Vicki shrilled a sharp cry each time his blistering hot prick filled her cunthole. The cock ring with its spider-like legs clawed at her cunt lips and made them quiver. One rubbery appendage lewdly stimulated her clit every time he drove in.
Her lithe young body arched and twisted, pained into eerie rapture far more thrilling than normal love-making. Vicki's sharp anguished cries became deep moans of confusion, nerves taut with fear began to tingle. The stabbing hot pain melted her chill of disgust.
She moaned. "Oh, God, this is great. Your cock has never felt so fierce and so wonderful! I love it, Benton! Ram it in!"
His silver-haired loins slapped on her fiery red mound. He drove his cock in and twisted, thrilled by her anxious writhing when her shithole was teased to distraction. "Get used to that thing up your ass. My cock goes in next."
"Nnnnooo, it's too big!"
"You'll learn to love it as you've learned to love all this," he said with certainty. "And your pretty little ass is your last virgin fuck hole. I simply must have it!"
Doc Watson had to admire the man's instinctive cruelty. Just as Vicki began to enjoy being fucked in bondage he gave her something else to worry about, keeping her mind in torment, her body in a state of extreme tension.
Rita could only think about Benton's big cock. It was strange to sit bound in a ringside seat watching his prick pound her daughter's pussy. Vicki more than deserved punishment, but her mother began to feel twinges of envy when she saw how much the girl had been made to enjoy herself.
Enough time had passed since her ordeal with the motorcycle gang. Rita's sated cunt began to pulse and seep damp warmth. She loved fucking, especially with a powerful man. The years of putting on airs and pretending to be a fine lady had deprived her of that. She wanted it now.
"Oooo, Benton," she sighed anxiously. "I'd give anything to be bound and brutalized like that!"
He laughed. "You're too old for my tastes. Your daughter Regina will be next to suffer the pleasure of my cock. But perhaps I'll let you lick off the taste of virgin blood once I've broken her cherry."
Doc chuckled to himself. More mental anguish. He could hear Rita moaning sounds of revulsion.
"I'll never suck the cock that deflowers my sweet little girl!" she said.
Watson spoke into her ear. "Yes, you will, Rita! It just won't be Benton Stanhope's."
"You'll do as you're told," Benton said bluntly. "You'll sacrifice young Regina to me, suck my cock clean and the marry her spoiler so I'll always be close to your two sweet girls."
"Never!" she snarled.
"It's that or I'll give that man Watson all the proof he needs to destroy you."
Rita shivered in despair. "He hardly needs help. He's done that already."
Stanhope wasn't listening, the steady loud slaps of his loins on Vicki's squeezed cunt covered over what she said, he could feel the simmering pressure swell in his ball sac. Bondage always brought up a big load.
He began to grunt pig-like noises, fucking one luscious young cunt while dreaming of another, one that was still cherry. Vicki could feel the fearsome throb of his cock as his prick swelled with the heat of an impending eruption.
"Oooooh, Benton!" Her climax had started. Sinewy muscles in her cunt writhed and squirmed.
He bellowed a wall-rattling roar and fucked into her, letting his cock fire. His prick sprayed volcanic fire, sinking deep. Vicki shuddered.
"Ungh! Haaagh!" she cried. "Ooooooh, Benton ... this is the greatest! The hardest and longest I've ever cum!"
"You won't resist restraint so much the next time will you, my darling?"
"No! Not when I know I'm going to enjoy it this much!" She wailed cries of delight, fucking her fiery red cunt up at him.
"And now that you know pain can be so pleasant, you'll help me prepare your sister Regina for me, won't you?"
"Nugh! I want you, Benton!"
"Yes, but to have me, you must please me. That means doing exactly as I say."
"All right! Just keep your cock pumping cum. It feels ssssoooo good in me!"
"Of course it does. And think how it will thrill your beautiful sister her first time.
"Hhhhhmmmmmm," Vicki smirked. "She'll probably scream a lot."
"I'm sure she will. That's a pleasure we can all share." Stanhope spiked and fucked his cock in her restrained cunt. He could feel silvery jism rising around his rigid prickshaft. Cum would have dribbled out, but the pinching pussy ring kept her cunt lips tightly sealed. Jetting cum filled her cunt with simmering heat. By the time Benton had drained his balls, she felt wonderfully overfull.
Stanhope gave her his last shot and fell breathless, hands cupping her bound tits. They kissed and murmured love words that made Rita's skin crawl.
She hardly needed reminding, but Doc Watson whispered in her ear. "Regina comes next."
When the lewd pair, so mismatched in age, had enjoyed the last lingering tremor of orgasm and had caught their breaths, they slowly untangled themselves, Benton Stanhope produced a key from the secret closet and freed Vicki from her chains.
He stood naked, his cock still wet and pearly with cum, grinning at Rita who was still bound in the chair. "Would you like to suck my cock now while it's still semi-hot from Vicki's sweet cunt?"
"I'd rather eat a turd," she told him.
Benton grinned coldly. "Continue your defiance and that might be arranged. For now I have a better idea."
He tilted the chair back and dragged it around to the foot of the bed. Vicki had just freed her tits from the pair of steel rings and was reaching down to loosen the band squeezing her cunt.
"Leave that on," he told her. "Scoot your ass down to the end of the bed."
Vicki did with a curious grin. Wiggling down le off the foot of the bed triggered the ass-prodding dildo several times. Each softly-spiked thrust made her tremble more anxiously.
The lusty young redhead positioned her wet cunt right at the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and Benton slid the chair between them, then he tilted it forward so that Rita's gaping mouth fell on her daughter's fiery red pussy muff.
"You're going to taste my cum one way or another," he said. "Now loosen the screw of your cunt clamp, Vicki."
The girl giggled ecstatically. As the tight restraint around her pussy lips slackened cum under pressure bubbled up like boiling hot mud in a geyser pool.
Rita groaned. She had no choice but to taste cum. Jism slathered her squirming lips and she was bound too tightly to turn away.
"Suck!" Stanhope said. "Swallow my load!"
Being tipped forward in the high-backed chair put almost unbearable pressure on her lips.
Benton grinned. "Swallow my jism before I feel compelled to persuade you."
Vicki giggled again anxiously. The pressure of her mother's lips on her wet cunt was enticing. "Come on, mom. Eat me! I love to have my pussy sucked. Regina and I do that to each other every night."
"Hunnngh," the mother groaned in disgust.
"That's all that's kept her a virgin this long," Vicki said. "She's afraid of boys and their hot pricks, but she loves my teasing tongue. I think Reggie is well on her way to being a lesbian."
Rita shuddered, still refusing to swallow the simmering cum oozing out of Vicki's cunt like water from a well. Benton became impatient with her refusal and uncoiled a wire from under the seat of her chair. He plugged that into a battery pack from his secret closet. He touched a button on the top of the black box and fired a stinging shock into Rita's ripely curved ass.
"Yeeooow!" she howled, rearing back almost enough to upset the forward leaning chair.
"Suck my cum," he said again firmly. "Lick your little girl's cunt clean."
The jolt had passed from Rita's lips to the moist gash of Vicki's pussy, but the girl took the shock as one of wild pleasure. It made her pussy tingle and squirm joyously. "Do it, mother. I like your tongue much better than Reggie's. It's electrifying!"
Benton smiled and jolted them again, increasing the power. Rita still strained to resist.
Vicki became more demanding. She pumped her splayed crotch at her mother's face and moaned in rapture.
Rita sighed and began to suck. Tense and tormented as she was, she thought another shock might stop her wildly beating heart. Her tongue snaked out and Benton reduced the voltage to a pleasing tingle.
Each stroke of her tongue sparked pleasure into Vicki's fiery-haired cunt. The girl gasped and moaned, loving the lewd pleasure of her mother's pulling lips. "Oooooh, Mom! If you eat Reggie with such passion you'll turn her into a lesbian for sure!"
Benton laughed coarsely and Doc Watson said in her ear, "No, Rita ... I won't allow that. Reggie will be taught to worship at the altar of a stiff cock as a woman should."
Rita had to swallow her pride and her motherly concerns along with cum licked from Vicki's overflowing pussy hole. The taste of hot jism was pleasingly sweet and tart. Any other, time, she would have enjoyed it. But anguish constricted her throat and repeated electric shocks jarred her senses beyond caring.
She licked and slurped jism, digging and hooking with her tongue. She pulled on Vicki's clit lewdly, bringing the girl to another climax almost at once.
"Again!" Vicki cried. "God, I love it! Make me cum, Mother! Make me climax all over your face!"
Rita didn't want to, but pleasure shocks leaped from her tongue and lips whether she liked it or not. Vicki bucked and pumped her hips, climaxing again and again. Her pulsing cunt pulled on Rita's sleek tongue and coaxed it deep.
The woman felt herself giving in. It was thrilling to give such pleasure. It let her forget Doc Watson and Benton Stanhope, at least for a little while. She ate cunt with a fevered need.
By the time she had licked and sucked the last trace of cum from Vicki's cunt, her jaw ached with joy. Benton left the battery pack pulsing on low power and went to the phone. He called Rita's home and got Reggie on the phone.
"Your mother and sister are at the penthouse," he said. "We're all going to eat here tonight. I'll send a car to pick you up."
She said awkwardly, "Er, no, Benton. Thank you, but I'd rather not."
Rita was then just coming up for air.
Benton tipped the chair up straight and held the phone for her. "Young Reggie is reluctant to join us. Tell her what a delicious feast I've planned."
"Hello, Reggie." Rita's voice tensed. Her tongue swept around her cum glazed lips. "I want you with us. Benton and I are going to be married you know."
"I'd rather not, Mother. There's something strange about him."
"S-s-strange?"
"Yes, haven't you noticed. He seems more interested in Vicki and me than he is in you."
"That's silly."
Doc laughed in her other ear. "The girl is smarter than you are, Rita. But you have to get her to come here. I'm counting on you." He tightened the necklace ever so slightly.
"Hunh!" she gasped. Rita had all but forgotten that power Doc had over her. She turned her head away from the phone and hissed, "I thought you wanted her."
"Oh, I do! But I want you wonderful family to be together. I missed so many times with mine while in prison. It would shame me to break your close ties!"
Vicki grew impatient. "Give me that!" She grabbed the phone. "Reggie ... come on over. It'll be fun, I can promise you that. And later just you and I will share our favorite dessert."
"Well, all right," she consented reluctantly. Reggie liked to have her sister tease and lick her cunt.
"Good! I'll have Benton send the car. Oh, and Reggie-"
"Yes?"
"Wear something sexy, not your pretty schoolgirl clothes."
"I don't even own anything sexy."
"Mom does, wear something of hers.
"No, I don't want to do that."
"It's time you grew up," Vicki said with a wry little smile.
"I suppose so, but-"
"Do it if you want to have dessert with me," Vicki insisted.
Benton broke the connection before Regina could utter another protest. Then they all had a good laugh. It was Doc Watson's voice ringing in Rita's ear that laughed loudest of all.
* * *
Reggie Wallford still had a strange feeling about the invitation. She was used to Benton Stanhope's voice having a faint but suggestive tone, but her mother and sister both had it then too. The young golden-haired girl had to wonder why. That wasn't like her mother. Not like her at all.
Reggie's body began to ripen when she was very young. She had tits that drew leering glances the shy girl didn't appreciate.
The look in male eyes was upsetting. They seemed to be trying to stare through her clothes. And Benton Stanhope was the worst. Whenever her mother wasn't looking, he leered like a leech!
Reggie knew by those furtive glances that Benton was aching to be first into her cunt. The wicked old bastard! It was all he could do not to drool when he looked at her.
She stood before her bedroom mirror and brushed her long hair. Soft as spun silk, her hair shimmered seductively, and slowly a devious smile curved her soft lips.
Her mother's bedroom had a whole wall lined with closets full of expensive clothes. Reggie had decided to wear the sexiest outfit she could find. If Benton wanted to leer, she would put on something that would make his eyes pop.
And then she would ignore him, pretend not to even notice his hot glaring eyes. What exquisite and fitting torment that would be. She would swell the old bastard's cock aching hard and leave him to suffer, simmering in his own fuck juices.
What greater pleasure could there be for one so in love with her own sex? And there would be her sister Vicki's eager tongue to satisfy her after tormenting lecherous Benton Stanhope to the root of his depraved cock. It might be an enjoyable evening after all!
CHAPTER SIX
Regina looked simply stunning when she stepped from the private elevator into the elegant living room of Benton Stanhope's luxurious penthouse suite. He smiled and studied her, hardly able to believe his eyes.
The dress she had selected was filmy chiffon, whisper soft and a pale-blue color that perfectly matched her luminous eyes. It was an off-the-shoulder style cut low with a plunging V front to proudly display the abundance of her sun-bronzed cleavage.
With that she wore a long, slender straight stole of silvery blue fox. It was draped low across her back then forward through the crooks of her arms. Her long blonde hair had been brushed forward over her right shoulder. It sheened in the soft light like a cascading torrent of spun gold.
Benton sucked in a sharp gasp of delighted surprise. "Regina, I've never seen you so entrancing!"
She dismissed the remark with only the slightest flicker of a smile. The effect was exactly as she had calculated. His mouth was still gaping.
"Where are the others?" she asked without seeming to notice him at all.
"Oh, er ... they're waiting in the other room." She looked like no virgin he'd ever seen. His cock was already twanging under his tightly belted silky lounging robe.
"Shall we join them?"
"Er, no ... not yet. Let me look at you. Let me feast my eyes!"
Regina remained aloof. "Save your breath. I have no interest at all in old men."
Stanhope managed to maintain an air of civility. "The difference in age does nothing to dull your splendor."
She turned her back on him without reply, feigning interest in an abstract impressionist painting on the wall. He stood so close behind her that Regina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.
"Interesting, isn't it?"
"Ridiculous would be a better word. It looks like a rag someone used to clean paint brushes." She turned with a toss of her head and walked grandly into another part of the room.
Benson was thinking, you snide little bitch! What happened to that shy, sweet girl? She was putting on airs worse than her mother, the socially ambitious slut.
Regina paused to glance at a free-form metal sculpture near the window, another expensive abstract original. After a moment she shrugged her bare shoulders. "Your taste in art is appalling."
He followed her, fuming. Stanhope didn't know what her game was, but the girl was playing right into his hands. He would have felt some slight tremors of guilt ravaging an innocent girl no matter how beautiful, but playing the regal bitch would make her planned torment pure pleasure.
"We should try to get along," he said. "Your mother and I are getting married next month."
"So I've heard," she answered dully. "Her taste in men is disgusting."
That did it! Stanhope grabbed her arm from behind and whirled her to face him.
"What's with you?" he snarled. "I tried to be nice, but-"
Cool and serene, she said, "Let go of me, Benton. I know what you want, and you aren't going to get it. My sister might find your attention enthralling, but to me you're nothing but a dirty old man. And I mean a dirty old man!"
"I'm not too old to take good care of an imperious bitch like you, young lady." He pushed her toward the closed bedroom door.
"Stop it or I'll scream! Mother won't marry you if you dare lay a hand on me, and I know how desperate you are to gain control of Wallford Electronics."
"Scream your head off," he said with a hearty laugh. "I've already gained control of your mother. She's going to sit and watch me pop your cherry!"
"Nnnooo!" the blonde cried. "I hate men! I never want one to touch me! My father was mean and cruel, and you're even worse!"
Stanhope held the hysterical blonde and pushed open the bedroom door. Regina saw her mother, naked except for the mink coat that had slipped half off her back. She sat bound in a throne-like chair, unable to move except to toss her head.
That she did wildly because Vicki was on her knees and eating her mother's cunt. Her fiery long mane swirled as her head bobbed lewdly in Rita's lap. The woman gasped cries of tormented delight. She thought sex between family members was unthinkably obscene, but her daughter was an expert cunt sucker, and watching Benton fuck Vicki had heated her cunt to a roiling boil.
Vicki looked up with a guilty little grin when Stanhope and her sister burst into the room. She was stark naked, her curved lips glossed with gleaming fuck honey fresh from her mother's cunt.
"I got tired of waiting for dinner," she told Benton.
Reggie gasped, "Mother! Vicki! Oooh, my God! This is too much!"
"Yours isn't the only pussy I like to eat," Vicki said with a smirk. "Mom's has a much stronger taste!" She licked her lips like a cat sweeping away canary feathers. "Yours will too after it's been heated by a hot prick."
Reggie began to struggle with new and desperate strength. Benton could hardly hold her. Vicki leaped up naked, her pussyhair still damp and sheening with cum. She grabbed the trailing ends of the silvery blue fox stole draped over her sister's arms and yanked them behind her. The fluffy fur tightened around Reggie like a rope, wrenching her arms behind her back.
Reggie cried, "Aaagggh!"
Vicki pulled the long ends of the silvery stole and tied them in a knot, binding the blonde's elbows together behind her back.
"Be glad it's not a hemp rope or a steel chain," Vicki said. "Those cut and scrape tender skin like yours."
Reggie cried, "Vicki, don't do this to me!" Glittering tears filled her wide blue eyes. She could see the welts left by a whip on her mother's lusty figure. And red marks of restraint circled her sister's tits and pussy.
Benton looked smugly at the weeping blonde. "You're mine now. I was going to save your cherry for my wedding night, but I know I don't want to wait!" His right hand hooked like a claw and ripped open the plunging V front of her filmy dress.
Her ripe young tits heaved in a flesh-colored bra. As the torn dress slid down her back, Vicki reached up and unfastened the clasp. Reggie moaned in a futile protest. The strapless bra fell away, The blonde's big tits swelled and shivered. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped on her creamy soft tits. Those were stark white with ruddy pink tips, not bronze tanned like the rest of her figure. They stood out like chrome bumper bullets on an old-fashioned luxury car.
"Your body is even more ripe and tempting than your mother's," Stanhope said. "And to think it has never been touched by a man!"
He cupped his hands on her creamy tits and began to knead them fondly. Reggie twisted and squirmed, trying to wiggle away from his lecherous hands. Vicki grabbed her sister's long blonde hair and yanked on it like the reins of an unruly horse.
Benton narrowed the grasp of his fingers to concentrate on Reggie's nipples, twirling and teasing them hard despite the girl's bitter sobs. Vicki held her sister's hair with one hand and, with the other, working the ruined dress farther down.
It slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving Reggie in only her panties, garter belt, long stockings and high-heeled shoes. She tried to kick Stanhope in the balls, but the filmy dress bound her ankles in a tangle of cloth.
Stanhope dipped a hand into her flesh-colored bikini panties and pulled them down. He cupped her pussy dome and teased his fingers through its blonde wedge of curls.
Reggie felt a deep-reaching chill of disgust, but her tender pussy slit clenched and squeezed up simmering wet heat from some hidden place beyond conscious control. Stanhope fingered her clit and sent tremors rippling up Reggie's back.
Her breath rasped in quick shallow gasps. "You bastard! You filthy old man!"
Stanhope smiled, slipping off his robe to proudly display his stiff cock. "Take a good look at what this old man has for you," he said.
"Ungh! It's the most repulsive thing I've ever seen!"
"You'll like it better when it's out of sight ... deep in your sweet cunt." He pressed his middle finger into her golden-haired pussy gash. He probed to find her cherry and strained the rubbery little membrane that sealed off the depths of her cunt.
"It's so nice to know that you still have your cherry," he said. "I was so afraid some schoolboy might get into you first."
"I don't want anyone in me!" Reggie moaned. His wiggling finger was driving her wild, straining her precious cherry and giving some hint of the pain soon to come.
"But I must have you," he said. "I collect young virgins the way some men collect stamps. I added your beautiful sister to my collection some time ago. Now I need you to complete the set."
Stanhope's free hand pumped his prick, and his cock was throbbing hard. The knobbed prickhead looked like an over-ripe prune and seemed to glow blue-red with the heat of lusty blood.
Rita whispered so that only Doc Watson's sensitive microphone could hear her strained voice. "Do something! I don't want that lecherous bastard to have her!"
"Would you rather give her to me?" Doc asked.
"Yes!"
"You will restrain her for fucking, like a sacrificial lamb, and eat her cunt to make it wet and hot for me."
"Yyyeeesss," she hissed. Stanhope and Vicki were pushing Reggie toward the bed. The chains and leg-spreader lay waiting.
"My cock is much larger than his," Watson warned, "I don't care! She won't care. She might even like it better."
Before Doc could answer, another man entered the room-a young police officer in full uniform. He aimed a big gun at Benton Stanhope. "Hold it right there!"
Stanhope glared. "What the hell?" His face paled in shock. He sputtered and raged, regathering steam. "You can't come into my house waving a gun. I have powerful friends in City Hall!"
"And I have a powerful friend right here in my hand. "A 44 Magnum that will splatter your head all over the wall! Let go of that innocent girl!"
Stanhope shrank back with a snarl of frustration.
The young cop said to Vicki, "Untie her arms! Then free that woman bound in the chair."
"Now see here!" Stanhope blustered.
"Shut up, mister. The party's over. The women are coming with me."
Regina Wallford had never been so happy to see a man in her life. It didn't matter that his cool gray eyes roamed over her almost-naked curves. A pleasant smile curved his lips. She rushed to him and cried, "Thank you!"
Rita was overwhelmed with relief. She had expected Doc Watson to intervene somehow. A policeman was even better. That meant they were all safe, not just from Stanhope but from-the demented inventor as well. She stood on unsteady legs, pulling up her mink and rushed to his side the moment Vicki had untied the last knot. She padded the silky black collar of her mink coat over the earpiece, hoping that would keep Watson from hearing her urgent plea.
"This necklace is a radio-controlled torture device," she whispered desperately. Her voice began to quake before she finished, realizing how far-fetched that must sound.
"Is that so?" the handsome young cop said without apparent surprise. "No problem, I'll just break the strand-"
"No, the clasp has needles full of deadly poison. I'll die if the wire is broken."
Reggie was clinging hard to his right arm, staring at her handsome savior with adoring blue eye that fluttered, still wet with tears. He eased his gun hand free from her grasp and brought the muzzle of his big revolver around behind Rita's head.
The glittering diamond necklace was still hanging slack, but she cringed violently, expecting it to tighten and strangle her at any moment. Or stab poison into the back of her neck. She tensed and shivered when the cop very gingerly pulled the clasp away from her neck. He pressed the gun muzzle against it and pulled the trigger. A deafening roar filled the room. The sinister clasp exploded into hundreds of pieces and the glittering necklace fell to the floor.
"Thank God!" Rita cried, rubbing her neck.
The cop said to the younger girls, "Get some clothes on, we're all getting out of here."
Regina just stared at him, dreamy-eyed. Her heart raced and her mind swirled. She'd never felt attracted to a man before. But he was so good-looking, so strong and so cool under stress. He exuded an aura of male strength that made her tremble with desire.
Rita felt the same kind of attraction, gratitude so deep that it became a warm and restless yearning. She would have happily fucked the handsome blonde-haired young cop right there on the floor. Thinking what a strong but caring man he was and what a marvelous lover he must be, she wrapped the black mink tight around her quivering curves and stroked the fur over her heaving tits.
Regina put on the robe Benton had discarded and belted it tight. He glared hotly, knowing his chance at her cunt was gone. Vicki was also fuming, thinking her fun had been spoiled. She looked sullen and put back on the dress she'd worn to the penthouse.
"O.K., let's go," the cop said. He motioned the women to the elevator in the next room. The door stood open and waiting for them. Rita had never seen a more welcome sight. Reggie was still looking starry-eyed at her handsome defender.
They all got into the elevator together. The door hissed closed and the elevator began its descent. Reggie said to the young officer, "I could kiss you!"
He smiled and holstered his gun. "Go ahead, you're safe now."
Reggie melted into his arms with a delighted sigh. Their lips sealed and she pressed her voluptuous young body against his broad chest.
The warmth and writhing of her anxious body made his cock twitch. His prick swelled and bulged in his uniform pants. Reggie could feel its hardening throb.
"What you have for me is much bigger than that awful man's," she cooed.
"You make it bigger," he said, cupping her chin and kissing her quivering lips. "You're so beautiful! Such a luscious sweet girl!"
Reggie giggled and felt weak in the knees, almost overcome by her romantic impulses. Rita felt a satisfying surge of relief. Worries about her blonde daughter becoming a confirmed lesbian were gone. They were still kissing, grinding their anxious bodies together and thrusting their tongues back and forth.
Rita remembered that she was still wearing the earpiece. Doc Watson would be listening, still thinking he had her under control. She couldn't resist gloating.
*It's over, you bastard!" she whispered sharply. "The necklace is broken!"
"I know that, Rita. But I still have you in my power."
"In a pig's eye! There's a policeman with us. He has a gun and seems to adore my daughter. I know he won't let you have her."
"You're forgetting that I can control the elevator." It suddenly lurched to a stop between floors.
Rita looked startled but was not greatly concerned. "I'll just press the emergency button, the maintenance people will come soon and get us out."
"No, Rita. I've disconnected that button."
"Benton needs to use the elevator. He'll report that it's out of service."
"Not soon enough to save you. I'm going to bring the cab down to the basement where I'll be waiting for you and my virgin prize."
"You'll have to face a man with a gun to get her."
"No, you'll all be sleeping peacefully when the elevator reaches its last stop. Do you smell that faintly sweet odor? That's a powerful anesthetic."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Sweet dreams, Rita. Regina's vagina belongs to me!"
She glared, still defiant. Her daughters and the young police officer had all heard her side of the heated exchange. Reggie said, "Mom, what's the matter? What's that funny smell?"
"There isn't time to explain, darling." Rita looked at the cop's curious face. "You're truly fond of my daughter, aren't you?"
"Yes, she's adorable."
"And you wouldn't want a heartless man to be her first, would you? She's a virgin, a sweet innocent girl, and he's a vicious sadist."
"I'll kill any man who tries to harm even one hair on her pretty head."
"You won't have that chance," Rita said desperately. The cloying sweet smell was getting stronger, she felt dizzy and light-headed. "All you can do is keep him from being first."
The elevator began descending again. "I want you to fuck her before he can," Rita said resignedly.
"Mother!" Reggie was shocked.
"Now," Rita insisted without explanation. "Before we all pass out."
"Nnnooo!" Reggie's mind had been aswirl with romantic illusions-nothing like being fucked her first time in an elevator with her mother and sister both watching.
Rita grabbed the ripe bodied young blonde and wrestled her to the floor. "Help me, Vicki! Pin her arms. I'll spread her legs. There isn't much time!"
The young cop appeared puzzled and delighted at the same time. It took little urging to coax his throbbing hot prick out of his pants. Regina's futile struggling had opened the front of the robe. She lay almost completely naked and helpless at his feet.
Rita pulled down the girl's panties. "Do it! Get your cock in and break her cherry! At least we can keep Watson from having that pleasure!"
Grinning with delight, the handsome young officer dropped on his knees between Reggie's spread legs. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
Rita knew it would have to hurt some. His cock was almost eleven inches long, enormous wily thick and throbbing with a wild pulse.
Regina cried, "How can you let him do this to me? How can you help him-aaaggghhh!" The cop pressed the hot tip of his swollen prick on her clit.
Vicki and Rita had to clamp with all their might to restrain the girl feeling cock for the first time in her life.
"I wish there was time to explain," her mother said. "Just trust me, darling. We're all doing the best thing for you."
"Pinning my arms and legs to the floor while a man pushed his cock into me?"
"I'll be as gentle as I can," he said warmly. "Just relax and let it slide in."
"Hungh! It's not sliding, it's tearing me apart. Oooh, I've never felt such pain!" His cock had gone in far enough to press on her cherry.
"I won't tear it, I'll spread it slowly."
"No!" Rita cried. "We're almost down to the basement, and we might pass out before you can do it if you take your time. Ram it into her! Make her bleed! I don't want that sadistic madman to be her first!"
The young cop remained reluctant to pain the beautiful young blonde whose fluttering eyes were awash with tears. Rita was crouched behind him, holding her daughter's legs spread. She gave a determined grunt and lunged forward, throwing her full weight on him.
Vicki giggled. The cop gave a moan, driven down by the woman's quick lunge. Reggie shrilled an ear-splitting scream as her tender cherry was torn. Rita breathed a thankful gasp, still sprawled over the cop's back.
"Now fuck her!" she said. "Do it hard and fast. Fill her with cum so that bastard Doc Watson will know he wasn't first!"
Whatever feelings of tenderness the cop had for her vanished when he felt the tight friction of Reggie's freshly bloodied cunt.
Her pussy seethed and convulsed as only a stunned virgin's hole can. Wringing waves of motion tried to squeeze out the ravaging intruder. That delighted him. "Your tight little pussy is the most beautiful part of your body. It's, contractions are sheer delight!"
Reggie kept screaming until she ran out of breath. He was fucking her hard and fast, slamming down on her and rearing back up with anxious grunts like a rutting bear.
Rita shivered at the sight. She could see pink cherry stains smeared the length of his thick cock when he drew it out to the tip. She could hear Reggie's anguished moans when he rammed it back in, drilling and twisting so as to leave not a shred of her cherry intact.
The sticky sweet odor kept getting stronger, but Rita was smiling. She reached between the cop's legs and fondled his swaying ball sac.
"Give it to her," she coaxed. "Fuck her full! When she feels jism filling her, her cunt, she'll cum for her first time with a man!"
He roared. Her teasing fingers had stirred fearsome pressure in his balls. Silver-white jism shot out of his cum slit like wet bullets.
Reggie shuddered and moaned, too breathless for another scream. Her ravaged pussy flew into convulsions. Fierce contractions made her whole body tremble. The pain of first entry vanished under rolling waves of delight.
"Oooh," she cried. "Oooh, it's wonderful! Much better than tongue. I'm cumming sssooo hard!"
Rita leaned back with a smug grin curling her lips. "You hear that, Watson? It's done! The gas didn't work quick enough. My daughter has been fucked to a great climax by the most handsome and well-hung young man that I ever saw."
Doc was chuckling while she raved about Reggie's on-going orgasm. "The slickly sweet vapors you smell are nothing more potent than cheap perfume. And I'm sure that young stud will be happy to fuck Reggie to another great climax before I let you out of the elevator."
"You don't care that he had her first?" Rita moaned, her desperate plan spoiled.
"Not a bit. Virgins bore me. I'd much rather fuck a pussy that's broken in. That's why I arranged to have you help my son do the honors."
"Your-your son?" Rita felt sick from more than the smell of cheap perfume.
"Yes, he's even more handsome than I used to be. I didn't think you'd be aware of the slight resemblance. He's not a cop, Rita. He's an actor ... and I think you'll agree he gave an outstanding performance!"
She slumped back and simmered in a frustrated rage. He'd cleverly and cruelly tricked her again. He let her find hope and then destroyed it completely.
"Your son!" she cried. "You son of a bitch!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wayde Watson stood up smiling and tucked his softening cock back into the pants of the police uniform he'd rented at a costume shop. He helped the whimpering blonde to her feet and held her in his arms.
"I'm sorry it had to be that way," he said. "But not sorry at all that I was your first."
Reggie remained too stunned to reply. Her soft lips quivered. Her misty blue eyes fluttered. She wrapped Stanhope's silk robe close around her and felt a warm stream of spilled virgin blood running slowly down the inner slope of her creamy left thigh.
Her sister Vicki's green eyes were alight with a look of envy. Benton had so far been the only man in her life. She'd never seen a cock as long and thick and hard as the make-believe police officer's. She found herself wishing that he'd fuck her on the elevator floor.
Rita only felt a sickening chill. Doc Watson had tricked her again, and they were all still in jeopardy of his cruelty. With a mournful shiver she recalled throwing her weight on the phony cop's back to help drive his big cock through Reggie's cherry, then teasing and stroking his balls to make him cum in her the first time.
She snarled, "Doc, you're so cleverly cruel it's almost inhuman!"
"Not so," he insisted. "I arranged for Regina to have a deflowering she could enjoy. But soon I'll show you how inhuman my quest for vengeance can be."
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Rita's voice quaked.
"You don't want to know,'" Doc laughed as the elevator stopped in the basement parking garage.
Wayde told the female trio to hold out their wrists. He took two pairs of handcuffs from a pouch-on his leather duty belt. "The uniform is a fake, but these are the real thing."
Rita, stood between her two teenaged daughters, Vicki on her left, Reggie on her right. He handcuffed Rita's left wrist to Vicki's right, then her right wrist to Reggie's left, joining them like links-of a human chain.
The elevator door opened and they found a car waiting. Old Dad Watson sat hunched behind the wheel and flashed all three a toothless grin. Wayde tumbled the chain-linked trio into the rear seat of the sedan.
Rita sat in the middle, cuffed between her beautiful daughters. "Where are you taking us?"
"A place you should remember well," Dad told her. "The corner of Third and Front Street."
Rita moaned and felt a chill despite her warm wrapping of luxurious mink. "Not back to that motorcycle gang!" She despaired at the thought of her daughters in the clutches of that bunch.
"No, to the building across the street where Wallford Electronics made its start. It was abandoned years ago when you moved the company to that new industrial park. That makes the old place perfect for our purposes."
"Is Doc there?" Rita asked tensely.
"Where else? He's been refitting his research lab and refining his most recent inventions."
Rita shuddered and felt a tight knot in her throat, almost as though that terrible necklace had clenched around her lovely long neck again. She knew that whatever Doc Watson had in mind now must be worse.
* * *
The waterfront slum area looked even more menacing after dark. Rita saw men with hard faces and haunted eyes leering from shadowed doorways. Rats scurried across Front Street, their noses twitching and long thin tails dragging. Two of the filthy gray forms attacked and killed an alley cat, ripping the poor beast apart with their yellowed buck teeth. Rita watched blood and bits of black fur fly.
Dad Watson said wryly, "Ain't no kind of pussy that's safe around here."
He stopped the car in a dark alley behind the old building. More vicious large rats darted out of the way with beady yellow eyes glaring back.
"Don't try to run," the old man said quite unnecessarily. "All cuffed together like that, you wouldn't make it to the alley's mouth."
Wayde took Reggie's free hand and led the cuffed trio of terrified women down a damp and worn flight of concrete stairs to a basement door. The air in that narrow stairwell smelled of mold and rotting things.
Honey Watson stood waiting at the far end of a dark hallway inside the door. The willowy blonde tensed and grinned coldly when she heard the heavy lock click and the hinges squeal. Clad from head to toe in a clinging black leotard, she'd have been invisible in the dark except the front of her clinging outfit was painted with the skull and bleached bones of a realistic skeleton.
Grinning behind the slack jaw stenciled on her hood with luminous paint, she turned to face the wall until the three women handcuffed together had been ushered inside. The back of her form-fitting black suit was unadorned. She melted into shadows and seemed to disappear.
They turned coming through the steel door so that red-haired Vicki was leading the way. Rita walked in the middle between her two girls with one cuffed wrist pulled forward, the other yanked back. Reggie was behind her* almost too frightened to move.
Honey waited, counting the clicks of their high-heeled shoes. When the trio was only ten feet away, she turned suddenly. Vicki was first to see the glowing skeleton appear out of nowhere. She shrilled a scream of horror and lurched back, crashing into her mother who then stumbled into Reggie following so reluctantly at the end of the line.
Honey laughed and the sound was made hollow by a special microphone taped to her throat. A broad metal encircled the skeleton's neck. A heavy chain ran from that to a ring high on the wall. That seemed to be all that was holding the hideous specter upright.
The haunting laugh echoed and they heard the clatter of dry bones as skeletal hands reached out to greet them. The bony wrists were shackled and joined by a foot-long length of chain.
Rita caught her breath first and regained her balance. Vicki was still trembling and Reggie was crying her heart out, afraid to open her eyes.
"Relax," the woman said. "It's nothing more sinister than a Halloween prank. Vicki, you had a little costume like that when you were a kid."
"But I wasn't chained to a wall!" the redhead cried in near hysteria.
"It's just that cruel man doing all he can to keep us on edge," Rita said. "I know you can hear me, Doc ... and you'll have to do better than that."
Dad and Wayde pushed the nervous trio around a corner and through another steel door. That creaked open automatically as they approached and slammed shut behind them with a loud clanking sound. The room they'd entered was pitch black inside when the door slammed shut .with such finality. Dad Watson lit a candle that cast a feeble glow and led the women to a wall made of damp rough stone.
There was just enough flickering light to see a stout chain and dangling steel collar like that worn by the skeleton. Vicki cringed and sobbed, bowing her head and wailing in despair, Dad Watson pressed her back to the wall and locked the cold metal collar around her neck.
Wayde eased Reggie to the wall and locked an identical collar around her neck. "Sorry," he whispered softly. "But my father insists. Don't worry ... I won't let anyone really hurt you."
That gave her some hope, but Rita overheard his kind words and knew by now how Watson's mind worked. He might well just be building the frightened blonde up for a terrible letdown.
Rita stood handcuffed between her two daughters collared to the wall. Wayde unlocked the handcuffs and freed her chafed wrists. The tawny-haired woman stood cowering. Dad Watson slipped off her black mink and gave it to the glowing skeleton that had crept silently into the room behind them.
Most of the bony figure vanished when wrapped in inky black fur, but Rita could see the skull form something like a smile when skeletal hands stroked downy soft mink about where a woman's tits would be.
The specter of death clad in her glorious coat sent chills down Rita's spine even though she kept trying to tell herself it was just another cruel attempt to torture her mind.
Dad Watson laughed and locked a broad metal collar around Rita's long neck. She jerked a hand up and felt for the expected chain like those that bound her daughters to the stone wall. There was no chain. Rita felt little relief.
Wayde locked another wide metal band around her waist. It fit her like an iron garter belt. Curious chills coursed through her veins. There was no chain attached to that either.
Dad Watson dropped to his knees and circled her ankles with a pair of locking steel hands. Still no sign of a chain. Then the smirking skull framed by a raised collar of sleek black fur came forward with bony hands outstretched. They locked a steel bracelet around each wrist, then took Rita's trembling hands and led her into total darkness.
Rita's worst fears were of the unexpected. What could Doc Watson be up to now? Was the hideous skeleton garishly clad in her beautiful black mink? And wherever he was, why lock her into heavy metal bands of restraint when there was no chain?
The hollow and deeply distorted laugh of the skull figure filled the room, echoing off unseen walls of solid stone. Bony hands with arms made invisible by sleeves of black mink pushed Rita backwards onto a table with a cold slick top. Also black in the inky darkness, Rita couldn't see it, but she felt that the table was large.
Seemingly detached hands of clattering bone spread her arms and legs toward the four corners, but there was nothing she could see or feel to hold her in that spread-eagled position. Just before stepping way, a glowing skeletal hand swept aside her tawny hair to pluck out the earpiece Rita had worn since her torment had begun.
The silky black cuff of a furry sleeve brushed her cheek as the earpiece came out. Rita felt a shivering chill. If she no longer needed that thing in her ear, then Doc Watson must be near enough to speak directly. Perhaps so close that he could reach out and touch her .Jibe cringed at the thought and tried to leap off the table.
Something clicked on beneath the table. Rita heard a shrill whine that deepened into, a vibrating purr. She was just starting to sit up when her head was slammed back against the metal table top. The purring hum went on below, something with power enough to make hair bristle at the back of her neck. Rita strained but could not raise her head. Her arms and legs and slender waist were also bound by the unseen force. Watson's gravelly voice came out of the darkness.
"That table is a huge electromagnet," he explained. "With the power on full, the steel bands you're wearing might as well be welded to the top."
She ceased her futile struggling and turned her head inside the collar magnetically bound to the metal table. Rita still couldn't see him. She was naked and helpless and now at his mercy more than ever before. By the sound of his voice, he couldn't be more than a few feet away.
"Now it's time for you to meet REAM," Watson said with a wicked peel of laughter. "That stands for Robot Electronic Assembly Machine ... something redesigned to handle dreary factory chores."
A glaring light flashed an overhead, blue-white" arid sharply focused like one that might be used in an operating room, Rita blinked and winced against the blinding light. Then she saw six long metal arms upraised around the table where she lay bound by the force of a magnetic field. They were silvery bright like the bones of the skeleton, but each three times longer than a normal human arm. Each one ended in a differently shaped vise-like hand, all articulated by triple-hinged joints.
"The arms and hands are aluminum so as not to be affected by the magnetic field," Doc said. "They are computer-controlled and can be programmed to perform an almost-infinite variety of specialized tasks. The one by your right foot, for example. It has two delicate fingers precise enough to pluck a single hair from your luscious pussy mound."
Gears whirled and the wavering arm with two needle like fingers reached over her heaving groin. Rita wrenched and squirmed as it descended, but the steel girdle around her waist kept her from moving more than a fraction of an inch.
Unerringly, the silver-bright fingers closed on one pubic hair at the edge of her luxurious bush and pulled it out. Rita yelped and saw the mechanical hand reach back to select another strand.
Still shrouded in darkness, Doc Watson said, "The arm rising up near your left foot is made more for strength. It can handle only the simplest tools, but it never tires."
That long, oddly jointed aluminum arm whirred and reached down out of sight, Rita screamed and lost another pussy hair, a tawny curl yanked out with the utmost of precision.
The stronger hand purred back into view carrying a U-shaped dildo made of flesh colored plastic with realistic blue veins webbing thick cock like shafts, each shaft ten inches long. It wavered uncertainly between her spread legs.
"That one is guided by heat sensors," Watson said. "Perhaps your luscious pussy and ass aren't hot enough for a two-pronged attack."
Rita's lush body glazed with cold sweat. She feared the six-armed mechanical monster more than any man alive. It had no heart at all, no feelings, no emotion. No passion and no guilt, just six clawing hands controlled by a madman.
"The two arms reaching out from above your shoulders were made to put in place and tighten hex nuts, but I've found that the suction and spinning motion needed to do that can work wonders on a woman's nipples."
"Aaaaggghhh!" Rita cried. The two hands settled on her lush tits both at once. Each had a single finger with a cupped tip that sucked and whirled. They hummed and purred and made her bulging nipples burn.
"The arm rising from the left side of your waist was made to pound rivets, but I've found that with a rubbery long tip put in place of the usual hammer, it will French kiss like no Frenchman that ever lived."
That whirring aluminum arm came to life, snaking around and between the two sucking and spinning her gorged nipples. It plunged a warm and wiggling tongue-like thing into her mouth and pumped it back and forth.
"Ungh! Mummmph! Grungh!" she groaned. With eyes clamped shut, Rita could almost imagine that she was in the grasp of a strong and fiercely passionate man. Only one thing was lacking, the intensely erotic stimulation that a woman can only feel from a tender caress.
Doc Watson said, "The sixth arm was designed to paint small parts. It strokes with a feather-light touch and I have programmed it to tingle all of your erogenous zones."
Rita voiced shrilling cries of anguish. The sixth arm had a dozen moving fingers tipped with something softer than mink. They inched up her side and into the hollow of her underarm, across the creamy cones of her large tits and then down the cleft in the center of her heaving belly.
She knew the tantalizing touch was only one part of a monster meant to torment every muscle and nerve, but her body could not fail to respond. Rita groaned, sucking hard on a tongue in her mouth she knew was not real. She arched her back and thrust tingling nipples into mechanical jaws that pulsed and sucked in perfect unison.
Simmering heat swelled from the depths of her pussy. It hardly mattered that a robot hand was relentlessly pulling out her cunt hairs, one by one. What she had sensed as pain became needle-sharp sparks of pleasure. Rita arched her back, all that the waist-cinching band magnetically bound to the table would allow.
Sensing the damp warmth of her simmering cunt, the long metal arm holding two ten-inch artificial cocks moved into her splayed crotch. She groaned. Rita had been fucked more times than she could count while a prisoner of the motorcycle gang, but never had she taken two big pricks at once.
Beads of nervous sweat gleamed on her forehead. The soft stroking hand swept them away. One of the nipple-suckers ceased its twirling and moved away from her tit. The other swayed back and forth to stimulate one tit and then the other.
The arm reached down and put its sucking tip on her clit, pulling with such force that Rita thought her tender bud of nerves might be torn out by the root. Twisting shocks of pleasure drilled into her cunt and made the woman scream in agonized delight.
Twin artificial cocks inched forward. Their mechanical cum slits oozed pearly drops of lubricating cream. The soft stroking hand reached down and smeared it the length of one shaft and then the other.
Rita watched the robotic lewd scene and imagined that she saw the twin cocks respond to stroking with pulses of pleasure. They quaked and throbbed with a human-like pulse. They radiated warmth and made the woman shiver expectantly when they pushed in. Her sleek, tawny haired cunt seethed. Her tightly puckered shitlips squirmed and clenched. She groaned. The twin cocks pushed deeper, their sensing heads drawn to the warmth in her sultry depths.
Rita's lush body convulsed in response to twin intrusions, identical hot pulsing pricks pushing into her pussy and ass. The strength of her frantic writhing became extreme. She could not raise her wrists and ankles from the magnetic table top, but found she could slide them on its flat surface when she squirmed. She contorted herself into different positions of lewd delight.
The delicate hand went on plucking out her cunt hairs, one by one. Each loss was like a electric shock. Plucking a pussy hair made her ass and cunt clamp hard on the mechanical cocks. They responded with a fierce throbbing that made Rita moan.
"Those automated fuckers are equipped with pressure sensors," Doc said. "The harder your gussy and ass squeeze, the harder they'll fuck! And unlike a man, they'll never tire. They only need a ten-minute break for maintenance after a thousand hours of operation."
She screamed and sobbed, "A thousand hours? I couldn't stand it! This awful thing is making me cum already!"
"The sensors know all of your needs. Brain waves are nothing but small electric impulses, you know."
"Aaaagggh!" Rita's taut cry shrilled into a scream of rapture. Being fucked so hard and so often by the motorcycle gang members had greatly increased her orgasmic ability. The woman came quicker and came harder now than ever before in her life.
Orgasm was her only escape. The thrilling tremors shocked fear and humiliation from her mind. It didn't matter that she was being fucked by a fucking machine, it made her climax into a frenzy of bucking and wringing contractions.
The twin cocks reaming her pussy and ass with relentless thrusts responded by fucking her harder and faster. The metal arm blurred between her legs. Twenty inches of throbbing robotic cock fucked in and out.
"Oh, God! Again!" Rita shivered and moaned. Her second climax came even harder. The plunging mechanical arm then fucked her to a third climax with convulsions of lewd pleasure she could feel all the way to her magnetically bound fingers and toes. Rita's hands balled into tight fists strained by the intensity of pleasure.
"I wish you were a man so you could cum with me!" she screamed in her mind she knew it couldn't be, but the machine seemed to tremble, straining like a man about to let go a big load. "Cum!"
Then it happened. She heard Doc Watson's concerned voice say, "Oh, shit!"
Then she felt a wet shock like jetting cumin her pussy and ass. Slick fluids gushed into her two fuck-crazed tunnels of writhing delight.
"You broke the lubricating cream supply," Watson, said.
Hot cum like cream quickly filled her pussy and ass to overflowing. It gushed from between her writhing pussy lips and the wringing dark rim of her ass. "No man could ever give me so much!" she wailed.
"I know, the machine has a whole gallon in its tank."
Rita took two quarts of jetting machine cum, she climaxed again and again, feeling her pussy pumped full beyond what even the multiple hot pricks of the bike gang had done. For her ass it was an enema of lewd rapture, filling and draining both at once.
Finally she had to cry, "Shut it off! I can't take anymore!"
"I can't stop it," Doc said with concern. "Your multiple orgasms have overloaded the sensors and shorted the control circuits."
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried.
The hand deftly plucking her cunt hairs went berserk. It grabbed tawny curls in bunches and yanked them out, sparking vicious hot pain into her flooded fuck pits. The nipple and clit-suckers screwed down hare! and applied suction that made blood seep through her pores. More fiery hot pain mixed with her ecstatic delight. The emotions became tangled in her mind. Like the machine, her sensors were overloaded. Nerves were shorting out, shocking her into insensibility.
Rita enjoyed one last great climax, grinding spasms of agonized torment and exquisite delight. She soared to a dizzying peak never reached before, then fainted and sank into oblivion with a delighted sigh.
At the same moment, Doc Watson's fantastic fuck machine blew its main fuse with a blinding flash. The six arms gave a final twitch and shrank back into repose with a chorus of mechanical squeals and groans.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vicki Wallford said, "Jesus! Mom fucked that crazy machine to death. Imagine what her pussy and ass would do to a man!"
Reggie said in a strained voice, "We shouldn't even discuss such things." But watching the mechanical orgy had made her heart race. More warm red cherry blood seeped from her torn virgin's seal and dripped down her softly curved thighs.
Dad Watson and Wayde left the candle glowing in a wall holder between the two girls bound by neck collars and chains. They left the room while the robotic arms ravaged their mother to multiple orgasms of inhuman intensity.
"I wonder where the other men went?" Vicki asked.
"Wayde is all I care about."
"Yeah, he's so good looking and has such a great cock!"
"That's not what I mean. He said he wouldn't let anyone hurt me."
"But he's not here now," Vicki said, "and mom's been fucked right out of our mind. If Doc Watson wants more pleasure now, it's got to come from one of us."
Reggie cringed, pressing her back and luscious ripe ass against the stone wall. The smirking skull came toward them with one bony hand extended.
The hollow voice said, "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo ... which young pussy is next to go?"
Reggie wept and moaned, pressing harder against the wall each time the wavering finger of glowing bone pointed at her. It was only a costume her mother had said, but the illusion was still terrifying to a young girl not fully recovered from the shock of having her precious cherry torn.
Vicki said, "I thought the machine was broken."
"It is," spoke the skeleton with a strangely distorted deep voice that echoed in the dungeon-like room. "But my father's big cock is in fine working order. He was locked up in prison for twenty years, you know. His body was ravaged and it wasted away, but his twelve-inch prick remained strong to taste revenge."
Vicki and Reggie both repeated, "His twelve-inch prick?" The lusty redhead spoke the words in awe. Her younger blonde sister was simply aghast.
"He hasn't felt pussy since before you girls were born," the eerie voice said from the skull. "Imagine how horny his magnificent cock must be!"
Now even the brash redhead felt nervous. A foot-long cock on fire with rage that had smoldered for twenty years was enough to frighten anyone.
Doc Watson was clad in a clinging black suit much like the one his daughter Honey had on under Rita's mink coat, but his was not painted with three-dimensional-looking bones. It was pure and invisibly black in the dark except for two openings in the front.
One opening let his swaying cock and two enormous balls hang out. The other circled his gaunt lips and showed the stainless-steel prison-made dentures he'd sharpened into viciously fangs.
When he stepped to the edge of the glimmering half circle of candlelight, that was all Vicki and Reggie could see of him. A monster cock and shark-like metal teeth with an ominous gleam.
"Which one of them would you like?" asked the skull's eerie voice. "The one with red hair or the one with red cherry stain still fresh on her legs?"
Both girls held their breaths for the half minute it took Doc to reply. He'd long ago made up his mind, but he wanted them both to suffer in suspense.
"The redhead is so lithe and sultry," he said. "I love her fiery long hair and know that she has a cunt muff that looks like a bonfire."
Vicki moaned and Reggie heaved a sharp sigh of relief.
"But I would rather taste blood," the clicking steel jaw said. A smile showed more of his long sharp fangs.
Reggie screamed. "Nnnooo! Not me!"
But the skeleton was already unlocking her neck collar and stripping off the robe she'd taken from Stanhope's penthouse.
Rita was just waking up. The magnet's power was off, so she was able to rise into a sitting position. Mechanical hands steadied her. Watson had repaired the machine with a new main fuse and a few replacement circuit boards. He'd also replaced the fixtures at the end of the aluminum arms. The four at the corners were cleverly jointed and looked almost like human hands. Each had four bendable fingers and a thumb. One took Rita's hand with seeming concern and helped her off the table, but its touch was icy cold and made her cringe. What she saw next was even worse. The skeleton largely hidden by black folds of luxurious mink was leading her blonde daughter Reggie toward the table like a sacrificial lamb.
Then Doc Watson turned and Rita saw his huge twanging cock. "Oooooh, God! No, you can't put all that into my little girl!"
"Yes, I can. And you're going to help me."
"Never!" Rita shrilled the word and it turned into a scream. One of the mechanical hands snarled in her tawny hair and pulled. Another slapped her hard across the face.
"The audio sensors are tuned to hostility," Doc said. "A few angry words and they'll rip you apart!"
As if to make the point, two other long metal arms reached over her shoulders and gleaming fingers pinched her tits hi a painful vise-like grip.
"Aaaagggh! All right! Damn it, I'll do what you want!"
"Give her the key to those magnetic restraints," Doc told the skeleton. "Rita, take off the metal bands and fit them on your daughter."
Reggie cried, "Oooooh, mother!" The board steel collar clanked shut around her neck. The next circled her slender waist to rest on her softly flared hips. Reggie stared in shock and said, "Mom ... look what he did to you!"
"What?" She glanced down at her pussy mound, a delicate hump of flesh still smarting from having her hairs plucked out. "Oh, Jeeezus!" There had been a method to the madness of that muff-plucking hand. What tawny hair remained over Rita's lush pussy slit formed a perfect W with glistening curls.
"That stands for Whore," Watson said. "You married Wallford and fucked for his money."
Rita looked toward the sound of his rasping voice and saw the glittering sharp fangs. She groaned, reeling in despair.
"Don't just stand gawking, whore. Put the rest of the restraints on the daughter you're giving to me."
"You bastard! You inhuman beast!
"Ooowww!" The two mechanical hands pinched her nipples so hard that a tiny drop of blood appeared on each bulged tip.
Doc Watson laughed. "Who said you can't get blood out of a stone?"
Rita's breaths came in sharp angry gasps, but she knew better now than to give voice to her raging frustration. She went on with the grim task of preparing her daughter to be viciously abused atop the magnetic table. Metal bands clicked shut around the voluptuous young blonde's wrists and ankles.
Reggie cried, "Ooooh, Wayde ... don't let this happen to me!"
"He's not here," Doc said. "He's gone to get another woman. The first one he ever loved."
Reggie's lips quivered with more than fear. Not only was she being prepared to suffer for her mother's sins, but her romantic illusions about Wayde had been shattered. She somehow imagined it was love, not just sex they had shared. Reggie had never thought about there being another woman in his life.
When the last locking steel band was snapped shut, Doc told Rita, "Put her face-up on the table with arms and legs spread."
The woman's devious mind came up with a clever ploy. In an almost-sickening sweet voice she replied, "Fuck you, you sadistic fiend. If you want to fuck my daughter you can arrange her yourself."
"I could have the mechanical hands do it," he said in the same tone. "Of course, the machine is only a prototype. It might be a bit rough. One of her luscious big tits might be torn off, her arms broken, maybe even her skull fractured when she's slammed down."
"You bastard," she said sweetly. "You foul piece of shit. You make the Marquis de Sade look like a real sweetheart." Rita managed to say it all without a hint of hostility that would anger the machine.
"And you are an avaricious bitch completely without conscience or you wouldn't be here now. Let's get on with it, Rita, I've been planning and waiting to fuck your daughters since I first heard they were born. I knew they'd be about the right age when I got out. And I knew coming from you, they both had to be beautiful."
Rita helped Reggie up on the table and whispered a few last words of advice. "Don't fight him, my darling. That will only make it worse. Just try to relax, will your body to go limp. And don't respond in any way. Act like you're dead."
"I wish I were!" Reggie cried.
One of the long mechanical arms grabbed Rita's red-golden hair again and hurled her out of the way. She screamed and tumbled into the skeleton's waiting arms. Before Rita could regain her balance, Honey had dragged her to the wall and clamped the locking collar around her neck.
Watson's disguised daughter turned her head from Rita to Vicki and back again. The skull of her hideous costume seemed to smile even though its lips were without flesh.
"Which one of you wants her cunt eaten while watching young Reggie get fucked?" the eerie, echoing voice asked.
Rita snarled, "Go to hell!"
The ringing voice laughed. "I whipped the haughtiness out of you once before. I could do it again."
"It's you!" Rita cried. "Doc's daughter ... the motorcycle whore."
A bony hand in a soft mink sleeve cracked hard across Rita's face. "Watch your tongue, bitch! Dad's machine isn't the only thing that senses hostility!" Then Honey laughed and writhed her willowy body against the wall, squirming and pumping her hips to tease whipped and tortured flesh with mink soft caresses. "After all you've been through, I thought you'd enjoy another woman's tender touch."
"Hungh, yes! Goddamnit ... I would like to be licked and sucked by a woman's soft lips."
Watson's daughter said, "I knew you would!" She dropped to her knees.
Rita spread her legs and thrust her anxious cunt forward, but the girl in skeletal costume skittered sideways on her knees.
"I knew you'd want it, that's why I'm giving it to your daughter instead. Dad wants me to get her good and hot for my grandfather. We all know that Vicki likes older men!"
Rita sobbed and shook her head in raving despair.
* * *
Doc Watson was not a completely cruel man despite what Rita had reason to believe. He had no ill-will for the luscious and cowering golden-haired girl spread-eagled on his table.
"Regina," he said with only pure lust. "You're so beautiful! I just had to have your sweet tender cunt first after twenty long years!"
She shivered, trying not to move or show any emotion. Doc hadn't turned on the powerful magnet under the table because he knew it would yank the steel dentures right out of his mouth. Reggie was restrained by only the fears that ravaged her mind.
Making Rita put locking steel bands on the girl was merely another way to shame and humiliate the woman he was so anxious to punish. He knew she was watching him now, hunched over the gorgeous young blonde with virgin blood still wet on her creamy smooth thighs.
Twelve inches of enormously thick cock was aimed at her cunt like a cannon barrel. Don't struggle, and don't respond, Reggie was telling herself. She couldn't help some show of emotion. Every nerve in her body tingled sharply when she looked between them at his monster cock.
Her soft lips quivered and Doc bowed forward to kiss them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and felt her shudder. Then he sucked her supple tongue into his mouth, raking it over his sharpened steel teeth.
Quivers became convulsions of stark terror. Pressing down to kiss and suck her tongue pressed his mammoth cockhead on her budding clit. She could not have responded more sharply if he'd touched that tender bud of nerves with a sparking live wire.
"Unnngh," she groaned.
Doc released her tongue and brought his head down to suck one of her delicious tits. "You're like a luscious feast delivered to a starving man."
Rita snarled from where she'd been chained to the wall. "I hope you eat so much that you puke!"
"Your beautiful mother's foul temper will still take some taming, but you won't be difficult with me, will you? Fucking my son Wayde has made you want cock. Your body craves what your mind tries to deny."
"No, please ... I don't want you to touch me." Her pleading voice lacked strength. Reggie's clit was squirming under the head of his heated cock and her nipple felt enflamed by the pull of his lips and hungry lashing of his tongue.
The girl whined and moaned, recalling the thrilling shock of her first penetration. Of course Wayde was a devilishly handsome young man, her brave rescuer, she'd thought. He made her heart race with a romantic pulse.
His father was a horrifying specter suited in black from head to toe. In the glaring light from above the table she could see his gaunt frame arched to power his awesome cock in. Her pussy clenched and writhed fearfully and her heart hammered in her chest as though it might burst.
Girlish romantic impulses and the tremors of cringing fear worked the same effect on her ripe young body. Her nerves tingled excitedly. A glaze of softly woman-scented sweat glazed her abundant curves. Limpid blue eyes misted and fluttered.
Doc Watson inched down and buried his hooded face in her golden-fleeced crotch. He licked and slurped a mix of cherry blood and seeping honey from her cunt. His tongue wagged her budding clit and sparked such a writhing frenzy of wild desire that Reggie just had to scream shrill cries of delight.
Rita was also screaming. "Don't give in to him, my darling. Don't respond to that hideous beast!"
"Shut up!" Honey said, pulling her skull-painted mouth from the tangy slit of Vicki's wet cunt.
"Yeah, mom ... let her enjoy it," the other daughter said. "You got off being fucked by a machine."
Doc nibbled Reggie's clit gingerly with his sharpened teeth. He bit just hard enough to fire intense shock of deep-reaching pleasure into her bloodied blonde slit.
"Eeeeyyyyow!" she cried, arching her back and splaying her crotch wide for him.
Vicki shouted, "Go, Reggie! Hump your cunt at him! Cum on his tongue. It won't hurt so much when he fucks you if your pussy is in orgasm!"
Regina had always thrilled to the delights of oral sex with her sister, ever since the night the older girl had first seduced her. Doc Watson's whipping tongue was more demanding. It lashed her clit into frantic response and plunged deep into her simmering pit damp with salt-sweet traces of blood.
"Nothing tastes better than spoiled virgin to me," Doc said. "If I weren't so ball-heavy, I could eat your cunt forever."
"Do stay long enough to make me cum!" Regina cried. "Vicki says that will make it better when your cock goes in."
"Yes and better for me too. A pussy still quaking in climax is a delight to fuck!"
He dropped back on her golden-haired pussy, licking, sucking and stabbing with his tongue.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "That's doing it! That's making me cum!"
Doc lavished oral delights on her beautiful cunt. He had the hunger of twenty long years to make up for.
"Ooooh," Reggie gasped sharply. "Ooooh! That's it! Cummming! Cummming now! God, what a great climax!"
His black-silk-gloved fingers kneaded her tits and twirled her nipples while he tongue lashed her clit. The sleek fuck oils of savage desire welled up from deep in her cunt hole. Doc's big cock twitched and slanted toward her as though the slit in the top of his domed prickhead could sniff musky-sweet cunt.
Vicki was on the verge of her own tongue-fired climax. Honey was a far more talented cunt sucker than Reggie had become. Her voice shrilled and strained with excitement. "Now, Doc! Fuck her! Let her feel your monster cock!"
Rita wept despairingly, wondering what kind of lewd wantons her beautiful daughters had become. Reggie-that sweet, innocent girl was also begging: "Yes, do it now! Fuck me while my pussy is so hot and wet. Get it into me! Your tongue isn't enough! Ooooh, what an orgasm a cock the size of yours must bring!"
Doc Watson hardly needed to be coaxed. This was the moment his huge prick had waited twenty years to enjoy. He hunched forward and aimed the thick cock with one black-gloved hand. The huge prick-knob settled into the simmering heat of her puffed cunt slit. Soft pink pussy lips fringed with golden blonde hair parted and then strained.
"Grungh!" she groaned. "Oh, God ... it's sssooo big. It's too big! It's ripping my cunt!"
"No, it's just tearing the last remains of your cherry. I'm big enough to make you bleed twice. When I'm done, you'll be a woman without doubt. You'll love hot prick and want more!"
"Ungh, nnnooo! Not if it stings and burns and pains my pussy like this!"
"You'll feel only thrilling pleasure after your first few times." Doc arched back to ease the strain.
Reggie sighed and the wringing muscles of her cunt relaxed. He plunged back into her then, ramming the full hot foot of his prick into her. The blonde's blue eyes bulged as though about to pop right out of her skull.
She screamed a high-pitched wail of stunned torment. Her shocked cunt canal heaved and swirled, squeezing his hard prickshaft with slithering pulses meant to expell intrusion. With her breath expended, Reggie gasped and made deep moaning noises. Her lush body trembled, impaled by more cock than most women are ever privileged to feel at one time. Her gaping eyes glazed with a strange look.
"Ooooh," she huffed weakly. "Hhhhooo! I love it! Hhhhmmm, do it again. Drive it into me deep-and hard!"
Doc was only too happy to grant the girl's wish. He reared back and rammed into her again. Her breath gushed and he kissed her, sealing the girl's lips. Reggie lanced out her tongue, jabbing it into his mouth with a groan.
Her tongue raked on his sharpened teeth and seeped blood, but she felt no pain. He sucked down the coppery taste and thrust his tongue into her mouth, forcing Reggie's back. She moaned through smothered lips.
Doc's lean body was nothing but muscle and bone, strength compacted. He fucked and hammered his huge prick into her, banging the girl's breath away.
She gurgled and arched back, thrusting and twisting her softly humped pussy mound at him.
Rita's knees weakened. She felt sick watching her daughter respond to their tormentor with ass-writhing delight. They were both huffing breaths like overheated steam engines and grinding their bodies together.
Reggie tensed first, shrilling a scream that pained her mother *s ear like a sharp nail slammed into her skull.
"Cumming," the blonde gasped. "Gumming sssooo hard. Give me cock! Fuck me, Doc. Fuck me hard!"
He did. For two full minutes the lewd pair shared jizz-spitting delight. His cock came and came again. White hot cream filled her wringing tight pussy hole. Plunging prick swirled that with blood from her torn cherry and whipped it to pink froth that rose and flowed from her cunt lips.
When at last they fell breathless, Reggie twined her arms around him and managed a smile. "Oh, God ... that was great. I can't wait to do it again!"
"My son Wayde feels the same way about you. He hated to leave, but there was some family business that he just had to attend to."
"What kind of business?" the blonde asked.
As if to answer her question, the steel door to the basement room swung open on rusty hinges.
Wayde and Dad Watson pushed a raven-haired beauty in her mid-forties into the room. She squirmed between their tight fisted grasping hands that clenched her arms and cried, "You can't do this to me! Ooooh, dear God ... Wayde, I'm your mother!"
"Not a mother that I can remember," he said coldly.
Reggie looked up from the table and saw that the stylishly dressed woman's wrists were handcuffed behind her back. Doc slid off of the table and stepped out of the glaring circle of light that came from above. The woman could only see a long swaying cock and silvery teeth that looked more like fangs of a rabid wolf.
He let her gawk in shivering fear and then said to the rest of them, "I would like you all to meet my faithless wife. My faithless ex-wife, that is. She filed for divorce two days after I went to prison and married my young research assistant the same day she got her final decree. Hello, Lana!"
A cold smile exposed the full width of his shining sharp fangs.
CHAPTER NINE
Honey Watson felt a chill of rage as though ice water had been injected into her veins. Cloaked in mink blacker than midnight, down on her knees with her skull-painted hood buried in Vicki's cumming cunt slit, the woman's lithe daughter was all but invisible.
The willowy blonde rose slowly and strode toward her. The eerie skull's slack jaw twisted. Long strides opened the front of the shimmering black coat. Lana saw bony ribs and legs like something just hauled out of an old grave.
An eerie voice said, "The young man you had the hots for couldn't be bothered with kids, so you sent Wayde and his sister off to a foster home!
Lana's face paled to the color of bleached bone. "Oh, Wayde!" she cried in alarm. "I thought that would be the best thing for you and Honey."
"The best thing for you, you mean," he said coldly. "My sister and I were just shit to be swept out of the way."
"No, you don't understand-"
"I understand perfectly," Doc said. "You were fucking my young assistant a full year before I was sent away. To marry the hot prick you craved, you had to get rid of your own very own children.
"It's your fault that I started that affair. You spent so much time with your crazy inventions."
"Now you will pay! Bones, bring your whip!"
Lana sucked in a frightened gasp. Their daughter Honey had always been thin. The father she adored had jokingly nicknamed her "Bones." Now Lana saw the full grown skeleton of a woman without flesh, advancing with a coiled blacksnake whip in hand.
"Oh, Honey ... is that you?"
"No, not the little girl you threw out with the trash!" The whip uncoiled, trailing behind her like an obedient serpent. Her electronic voice was distorted beyond recognition, eerie and cold. The whip hissed and cracked with a tongue hot as flame. It tore the front of Lana's dress and laid a red welt between the tits that Honey and Wayde used to suck.
Honey arched her arm back and delivered another stinging hot lash. That ripped her mother's expensive dress from bust to belly-button. The woman screamed, but she was helpless with her wrists cuffed and her upper arms gripped by her son and his grandfather.
"I quit caring about you a long time ago," Doc said. "But Honey and Wayde insisted that we include you in the plot for revenge. I needed their help, and so was happy to oblige them."
The whip hissed and cracked again. Lana took another lash that blazed a welt from her black-furred pussy mound all the way to the base of her neck.
The torn front of her dress parted and fell away. Lana's knees buckled, her body weak from the shock of pain. Wayde and Dad Watson let go of her arms and let the woman slump to her knees.
Honey hurled her arm high and laid the braided lash down so that it curled over her mother's back. Lana howled desperately and pitched forward, sprawling on the rough stone floor with hands cuffed behind her back. She scraped her chin and skinned her nose. Lana writhed and twisted, babbling pleas for mercy. Honey answered with two sidearm lashes that striped her mother's ass with burning red welts.
"I hope that hot young prick you married was worth all this," the willowy blonde said.
"He wasn't ... he left me for a younger woman, but then it was too late to get my children back."
"They're back now, Mother, dear. Back with a vengeance!"
The hissing hot whip peeled off more of Lana's dress. Her twisting and writhing on the cold stone floor left her stark naked except for the handcuffs locked around her wrists.
Wayde smiled down on her unconcerned. "You said that dad spent too much time with his crazy inventions ... well, now it's about time for you to enjoy one of his latest. Dad has designed what you wanted when he was trying to work his way up in the business world so that we could all enjoy the good life. Mother, meet REAM ... an almost-perfect non-stop fuck machine!"
He hoisted her up and sprawled his mother on her back. Something whined beneath the table top and the magnet came to full power. Lana's cuffed wrists clenched to the slick metal surface as though welded in place by some unseen force.
Six gangling metal arms all swayed into motion. Two pinched her tits with cold fingers. Another began plucking out her black cunt hairs one by one. The other three rammed hideous cock-like appendages into her mouth, pussy and ass all at once.
Doc Watson had refitted the metal arms for her abuse. He hadn't quit caring about what she'd done after all. "Suffer, you cock-crazy bitch! REAM will give you all that you want ... and then some!"
"Mungh! Haaagh! Grungh!" Lana was being three-way fucked by life-like cocks that would never tire.
Dad Watson watched his ex-daughter-in-law take a vicious reaming just long enough to swell his gnarled old prick aching hard. Then he stripped off his clothes and approached the fiery young redhead chained to the wall.
"I hear you have a thing for older men," he said with a toothless grin.
Vicki hardly saw that. She gazed down at his twisted eight-inch cock and the lewd way his prick throbbed. She moaned. Her mind and pussy were both repulsed by the sight of a cock that looked more like a corkscrew.
"I could have Honey whip your ass into line," he said. "Or you can turn like a nice girl, reach back and part the cheeks of your luscious ass for my prick."
"Not up the butt ... oh, my God! I've never done it that way before."
"I know. That's why I want it now. Ain't often a man my age gets to fuck a virgin hole."
Vicki cringed, wincing her eyes shut and squirming her ass against the bleak wall.
"I would just hate to ask Honey to whip your sweet ass," he said. "But then again, that would make it a lot hotter for my twisted old prick. Hey, Honey-"
"No!" Vicki screamed. She whirled around, clanking her neck chain, and banged her head against the wall when she bent over. "Go ahead, you old bastard. Fuck my ass if you want. Don't whip me! I don't need that."
"Bright girl," Dad Watson mused. "A lot smarter than your mother!" He pushed his cock into her ass and laughed when Vicki let out a loud wail.
Wayde took Reggie by the hand and led her away from the sinister six-armed machine that was methodically fucking his mother. Reggie said, "I was hurt when Doc told me there was another woman you went to get. I had no idea it would be your mother."
He took her to a small private room that was comfortably warm and equipped with a soft looking bed. Wayde held and kissed her. As their lips parted, Reggie spoke nervously. "Wayde ... while you were gone, your father fucked me and made me enjoy it."
"Yes, I know. Wanting each other doesn't mean that we can't find pleasure with other people. I've fucked other women before and will again, but I'll always like fucking you best."
Reggie grinned impishly. "What other women do you want to fuck?"
He fondled her soft lush tits and made the young blonde moan joyously. "Your sister, for one. Your gorgeous mother. And my mother, of course ... the lewd bitch that had me thrown into a foster home. But first I want you!"
"Hhhhmmm, I guess if there are going to be others, I'll have to make it very good for you. I want you to have the best fucking with me."
"I'm sure I will, Reggie. I'm sure I will!"
Honey unlocked the collar from around Rita's neck and led the red-golden haired beauty to another private room. Rita's knees trembled with each step she took, but Honey was still holding the whip and the woman knew better than to resist.
They passed Vicki who was bent over and getting her ass reamed by Dad Watson's long twisted prick. Rita cringed and turned her head away. Her red-haired daughter was yelping and spiraling her ass to meet the old man's crooked thrusts.
"I love it," Vicki cried. "Ass is so much more sensitive than cunt. I can feel each twist and kink of your great cock!"
They passed the magnetic table where Doc's ex-wife lay moaning, bound by the handcuffs clenched to the metal top. Three life-like artificial cocks were fucking her mouth, pussy and ass in perfect unison, thrusting so hard and fast: the woman could hardly draw a breath.
Rita couldn't help feeling some sympathy for the raven-haired beauty being ravaged by REAM, but Rita was far more concerned with her own fate.
"My father is waiting for you," Honey said. She peeled off the hood of her skeleton suit and removed the microphone.
"He has every reason to hate me," Rita said bleakly. "I feel awful about what happened to him."
"Don't tell me." Honey took her down an inner hall. They passed a closed door and heard Reggie crying and begging for cock.
"Ooooh, Wayde! Ungh! Yes, fuck me, my darling. Love my cunt and make me cum!"
"I wish I thought what's in store for me would be so pleasant," Rita said distractedly.
"How pleasant or painful it is will be up to you," Honey told her. "My father has always wanted you, even before you married Wallford."
"I remember, but I was afraid of his big cock. It bulged so long and hard in his pants whenever he saw me."
Honey stopped at the end of the hall and opened a door. Rita entered a six by eight foot room that looked like a prison cell.
Doc Watson sat nude on the edge of a metal framed bunk with his head in his hands. A perfect picture of dejection. He didn't look up when Rita walked in, or when Honey closed and locked the steel door behind her.
"I had this room made up exactly like my cell," he said. "That is so you and I will never forget."
Rita cringed. She'd always been fearful of cramped places. She swallowed an icy lump in her throat. "Doc, I'm sorry!"
Head still bowed and covered by his hands, he chuckled mirthlessly. "You're sorry? Is that all you can say?"
He looked up and glared. She saw his gaunt face and the hideous scar. Her shrilling scream echoed loud and long in the small concrete walled room. Rita turned to face the back wall and sobbed in horror. The image of Doc's hairless head and body still burned in her mind.
"I suffered greatly because of you," he said.
Rita gulped and swallowed hard again. "Doc, I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything! But please ... oh please, don't make me suffer any more pain!"
He stroked a hand down her back through tawny waves of red-golden hair softer than silk. "You're getting married soon," he said absently.
"No! I never want to see Benton Stanhope again!"
"I don't mean to him. I mean to me. You're going to be my beautiful bride."
"Oooooh?" she moaned with tears streaming. The image of his grotesque face and gaunt frame was still fresh.
He sensed her shivers of rejection. "That's the easiest way for me to regain control of all that you've stolen from me. A law suit would ruin you."
"Yes, I know."
"With me you can still share your ill-gotten gains. I won't mind as long as you play the role of adoring wife."
Rita shuddered and moaned. "I can't. I don't even want to look at you."
"But you will, bitch! You'll spend the rest of your life looking at me! That is your sentence, and there is no possibility of parole!"
He grabbed her arm and whirled her to face him. Rita clamped her eyes shut and refused to look. Doc slapped her hard across the face. Stinging hot pain made her open her dazzling blue-green eyes. More tears flooded down her cheeks when she saw him.
"Down on your knees! I want you to suck my cock and lick it clean. There are smears of drying cum and fuck honey plus cherry syrup from Reggie's cunt. Swallow it, whore! Swallow it all!"
"I-I've never sucked a cock as large as yours."
"You'll do it regularly from now on. You'll keep it clean and make it hard for fucking your beautiful daughters. We're going to be a close family, Rita. A very close family!"
"You bastard! I'd rather die!"
"But you won't die, Rita. You'll be exposed as a thief, a liar and a slut. You'll lose everything and wind up in a cell like this one without my big cock to console you."
"All right! I'll suck your stinking cock! I'll even help you fuck my daughters if you want. I'll give you money, but don't ... please don't make me marry you!"
"But, Rita, you've worked so hard all this time to make yourself a respectable member of society. I wouldn't want you to stop now. I want to meet all your important friends with you standing lovingly by my side."
Beaten and dejected, she took his glossy wet cock in her trembling hands. It was half limp but already pulsing with vigor. "Swallow it, Rita. Swallow my cock and swallow your false pride!"
She raised the bulbous knobbed head to her quaking lips. The tastes was rank and bitter because of the anguish in her mind. Rita gulped, steeling her nerves, and parted her soft lips. Her tongue circled the massive ridge just back of his cockhead. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Rita closed her eyes and decided to concentrate only on his big cock. That was the one part of her punishment she might enjoy. She'd never seen or felt a longer, thicker cock. What a magnificent fucker it was!
Pulsing blue veins throbbed under her sucking lips. She felt the hammering surge and it made her own heart beat faster. She resented the man but adored his mighty cock.
Drawing back, Rita said weakly, "I'll be a good wife."
"Don't tell me. Show me!"
"Hhhmmmm!" She lunged forward and filled her mouth with throbbing cock. His prick thudded against the soft back and curved into the sleek tunnel of her throat.
"Take it all," he told her. "Don't stop now."
Rita pressed forward and felt her throat strain. She sucked and swirled the tender underside of his long cock with her teasing tongue. Her mind strayed, remembering Doc as the handsome man he was once.
With good food to put more flesh on his gaunt frame, with a hairpiece and normal teeth, perhaps plastic surgery to minimize the hideous scar-he wouldn't be all that bad looking. And Doc was a genius in his field. He could certainly run the company better than she could.
Rita's cock-gorged lips curved into a smile. She was starting to think that her punishment might not be so bad after all. Her lips inched down his long prickshaft, nibbling to reach the hairless root of his monster prick.
She fought the reflex to gag and cough up his choking length. Her throat heaved, embracing his long prick with damp warmth. Doc clamped his hands back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. He held her head and began to fuck her pretty face.
Long gliding thrusts craned her neck. His cock swelled fully hard. He tilted her head back and pumped it deep in her throat. Rita gurgled and moaned. Her pussy began to squirm with anxious contractions.
Her wavering fingers cupped his hairless ball sac and loving stroked the two big orbs inside. Giving him pleasure was the only way to avoid pain. Rita sucked harder and wiggled her tongue to delight him while her fingers twirled.
She felt heat radiate from his big balls. They were boiling up a great load. The quaking fury of balls on fire made her tense. Doc grunted and rammed his cock in and out with increasing joy.
"Get ready to suck cum," his voice rasped. "I'm going to fuck your face full and watch it dribble from your lips!"
Rita nodded, braced for the first wet charge. Spunk exploded deep in her throat with such force that it rocked her back on her knees. She lunged forward and gulped, lips pulling to get more.
He jetted more. Her throat flew into spasms, unable to swallow it all. Doc pumped faster, grunting sounds of delight as his hairless loins battered her lips. Jism came up in her throat like an incoming tide.
"Glungh," she moaned. "Huuummmm!"
Jizz slathered her rippling tongue and flooded over the top of her back teeth. Rita felt her cheeks puff, but she still kept delicately teasing and stroking his balls to get more delicious fuck cream.
Jizz glossed her clinging lips and dripped down on her tits. Pearly drops beaded on her nipples and still he kept cumming, pumping more in with thrusts that jarred her head and rattled her senses.
Rita dropped a hand into her lap and fiddled her clit to insure her own climax. She swiveled her hips and felt the sinewy muscles of her anxious cunt writhe. She didn't stop with draining his cock, Rita went on sucking and slurping long after his fountain of lewd pleasure ran dry.
Leaning back as his long cock began to weaken, she said, "Fuck me, Doc! Let me thrill that big fucker with a pussy that's on fire!"
She stretched out on the narrow metal bunk, not minding that the mattress was lumpy and rough against her bare skin. The welts from her whipping still tingled with residual pain. Rita gritted her teeth and gazed longingly at his big rubbery prick. That huge pillar of pleasure would soon hammer all sense of pain from her head.
"Do it," she pleaded. "I know you've always wanted to."
"Yes, but don't think my lust for you will cure everything. It's going to take me a long time to forget all you did to me." Doc steadied his cock with one hand, stroking the long prickshaft and swaying the cockhead toward her face.
Doc grinned and started to piss. The acidic yellow rain splashed in her eyes, stung her lids and dribbled into her nose. It was an awful indignity, but Rita forced herself to remain calm. She focused her mind on the glowing warmth as he turned the stream on her luscious big tits. There was something quite perversely exciting about being pissed on.
Doc wagged his long ram to shake off the last glittering drop and climbed up on the bed with her. He hunched on knees planted outside of her creamy smooth thighs reddened with welts.
"Ooooh, nnnnoooo ... let me spread my legs!"
"That would make it too easy. I want to keep your cunt nice and tight. If I don't enjoy fucking you more than I did Reggie, I could still have you sent to jail."
"Ungh," she moaned. That threat would always be hanging over her head.
Doc stroked his cock hard and ground its rubbery soft head on her clit. Rita squirmed, both anxious and fearful. He wet her tawny-haired cuntslit by sparking hot pleasure into her bulging bud of sex nerves.
"We're going to keep your cunt hair trimmed as a W," he said, "W for whore. W for wife. W for Watson, Your pussy belongs to me! It will delight me, or I'll give it to a pack of dogs."
"Yes, dear! But I'll never fail you. I'll make you love my pussy! I'll thrill your cock in a hundred new ways!"
Doc's scarred face grinned. "Just look around this cell and remember what's waiting if I ever tire of your ripe body."
Rita shuddered. His bony knees kept her thighs clamped together and he was pushing his cock in. She groaned. It seemed to be tearing her tender flesh.
His twisted grin widened with delight. Her juicy cunt slit seethed and squirmed, enveloping him in wringing damp warmth. He leaned down and bored in half his length, enough to make her blue-green eyes water.
"Enough," she whined. "Jeeezus, I can't take any more with my legs clamped together."
"You will never get enough," Doc said. "I know what a greedy bitch you are. No matter how much you have you will always want more!"
"Yyyyeeesss!" she cried. "Giveittome! Give me all you've got!" He fucked in, driving and twisting his long thick stalk in her tight hollow of simmering heat. "Hhiihoooo!" she gasped with eyes flared wide, "Ooooh, God ... it's a pussy killer!"
"And you love it!"
"Yes, I do! Fuck me, Doc. Do it hard. Fuck me to death!"
Watson reared up and stabbed her again, grinding his hairless loins on her W-shaped bush of tawny cunt hair. "You're such a gorgeous bitch! I'm going to like having you as my loving wife and helpless slave!"
"I don't care what you do to me as long as I can feel your cock! It's the best I've ever had. It's the dream fuck I've always wanted!"
Doc chuckled and hammered down, fucking with all the fury stored for twenty years. Rita came with him again and again, each grinding climax stronger than the one before.
"I'm glad to be a slave to your great cock," she cried in the shrill voice of climax. "Give it to me again! Make me cum and cum and cum!"
He had no trouble doing that. His powerful cock kept pumping, fucking away all the bitter frustration of twenty long years.
Rita saw the hard, cruel lines of his face soften as though melted by the heat of exquisite pleasure. She smiled and squirmed in the throes of one great orgasm after another, no longer fearing her life as an elegant sex slave.
What lay ahead for their strangely united family promised to be life's greatest erotic adventure, a daring exploration of the unknown, a journey that few others would dare to take.
