Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior such as bestiality. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural adventures of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
IRON MAIDEN MOTHER-is the story of a family caught up in such a subculture-and the effects of their unconventional behavior on others who are drawn into their world.
-The Publisher-
CHAPTER ONE
Eden Collier cowered outside a door made of thick oak planks banded with wrought iron. Narrow cracks between the rough slabs of wood allowed her to peer into the room beyond-a cavernous stone-walled dungeon lit by flaming torches.
She gasped and shivered at the sight. Shackles on heavy chains dangled from eyebolts set into the mortar between huge blocks of stone that walled the underground chamber of horrors. An array of whips, tongs and other torture devices were hung on steel hooks as though waiting for their next victim.
Eden's narrow view took in nearly all of the thirty-foot-square dungeon made eerie and even more frightening by flickering torchlight.
Larger implements of torture glowed red in the wavering firelight-a rack with a crank that would slowly stretch a poor victim's arms and legs until the joints snapped, a pillory to bind the head and arms with back bent and laid bare for a brutal whipping, and other hideous things Eden hated to think of, even though she could not figure out what they were for.
She was eighteen and well-ripened into womanhood, but still an innocent small-town girl from Kansas at heart. Eden rocked back from the door, blinking, not wanting to believe what she had just seen.
Then she thought, finding a dungeon in a castle more than three hundred years old should really not be so shocking. If the room were dark and the torture devices layered with cobwebs, it might not have surprised her at all. But the torches were lit and everything polished as clean as a cold, damp dungeon can be.
She stared, nervously pressing an eye back to a crack in the door. Eden saw Sampson, Jonathan Starr's butler and chauffeur costumed as the dungeon master. He was a huge man nearly seven feet tall, totally bald and built like a plow horse.
He towered over Yvette, the young blonde maid who served Eden and her mother Ellen at dinner that evening. What a pretty little thing she was! So delicate; a doll-like perfection of the female form.
Sampson stood behind Yvette, looking all the more like a monster because Yvette was so beautifully petite. He wore leg-hugging black tights and high black boots with tops that flared wide above his knees. His barrel chest was bare, laced with rippling bands of muscle that glowed under a film of sweat.
Yvette was still wearing her maid's outfit-a short black dress and small, frilly white apron. Her little cap of white lace had tumbled off onto the floor. Long waves of glittering, golden-blonde hair were strewn all around it.
Sampson had bound the girl over something like an oversized sawhorse. Yvette was painfully bent over the padded leather crossbar. Her small wrists were cuffed to the stout legs on one side, her ankles locked in cold steel on the other.
Eden's blood chilled just from watching. Sampson held a whip in the huge fist of his right hand, a cat-o'-nine-tails, a fan of sinewy thongs with knotted tips. He laughed at Yvette's futile struggling and drowned the sound of her pathetic sobs.
His left hand clawed and yanked her panties as far down Yvette's spread legs as he could. Eden winced, knowing the maid's trim little ass was laid bare even though she could not see it clearly. Yvette's trembling asscheeks faced away from the door.
Sampson smirked and licked his lips, swirling the nine-tongued lash like an odd kind of broom to sweep the floor. He said, "Now my luscious little bitch!"
Eden jerked her head away from the door, but she heard the nine biting thongs lash down. Yvette shrilled a scream that echoed twice off the walls of bleak rock, descending into guttural moan so pained and pathetic it made Eden's heart wrench.
Though she was still a timid virgin at eighteen, Eden knew all about brutal men who enjoy a woman's pain as part of their pleasure. Her father was a brutal beast with a big cock who liked hearing her mother scream.
Many nights when she was young, Eden was kept awake by the stinging slaps of his broad leather belt. Her father was a jealous man who accused Ellen of being unfaithful when he was away. And he was away most of the time.
Eden's father never could keep a steady job. He worked as a carnival roustabout, then as a roughneck on an off-shore oil rig, and finally as a soldier of fortune in some small African country she'd never heard of.
His homecomings were pure horror for mother and daughter alike. He drank and got vicious. He tied Ellen naked on their bed and whipped her unmercifully.
Ellen Collier could not even look at another man without stirring his wrath. If the washer or refrigerator broke while he was away, he accused her of fucking the repairman. If a package came to the house, he imagined her in bed with the delivery boy.
Eden knew nothing like that ever happened. Ellen was strictly faithful to her vicious, jealous husband even though few would have blamed Ellen Collier for wanting a more decent man.
One night he came home with four drunken friends and said, "Since you give it away every time my back's turned, I brought some guys who all want a piece of you. And I want to watch!"
They stripped Ellen naked and tied her arms and legs to the bedposts, then whipped her with their belts. They were all rough men newly enlisted in a mercenary army.
"They got forty inches of cock between them," Eden heard her father say. "That ought to keep you happy while I'm overseas."
Eden would never forget how her poor mother screamed. They took turns with her all night long, and were still brutally violating the poor woman at noon the next day when they had to leave.
Ellen Collier did not shed a single tear when word came that her husband was missing in action, presumed dead in a nameless place no one else cared much about. Eden was glad he was gone, even though the telegram said he was captured and probably tortured to death by a savage tribe of cannibals fighting on the other side. She thought he got just what he deserved.
She had worried all night long, alone in her bed in the next room, afraid the men would tire of her mother and decide to rape her. And ever since, Eden felt chilling shivers of cold fear if a man so much as smiled at her.
Her widowed mother seemed less bothered by the terrible ordeal. She was going out with another man two weeks after the telegram came. Not just going out, but going to bed. They never discussed it because Eden loathed the whole male sex, but there were dozens of men invited to her mother's bedroom in the years after that.
Eden could only think that her mother had been fucked out of her mind, because most of them were no better than her father. Some even worse. Several had tried to score a mother-daughter combination. Twice Ellen drew a gun to dissuade them. Once she fired a shot into the floor of their suburban tract home.
They were poor all the time after her father to died. At least he had sent home money when he was away. Ellen worked as a receptionist for a big company with branches all over the world, but her modest salary was barely enough to put food on the table.
Eden worked part-time cooking and serving hamburgers in a fast-food place to get through high school, determined to make a better life for herself-a life that would not depend on some terrible man treating her like a cheap whore.
She was an A student who studied all the time, coldly avoiding dozens of young men who asked her out. Being such a studious girl, she won a college scholarship from the company her mother worked for-enough to pay for a complete four-year course in business management.
Jonathan Starr owned the company and came to the Kansas City office to make the scholarship presentation. Even Eden was impressed by his poise and perfect manners-a perfect gentleman-so handsome, so distinguished, and so unfailingly polite.
It shocked Eden almost out of her senses when he asked her mother out to dinner that night. She had read of Jonathan Starr, a millionaire many times over, but not an idle jet-setter.
He had a solid reputation for doing good deeds. His company supported worthy causes all over the world, and never even a hint of scandal was ever attached to him personally.
Even the sensational supermarket tabloids Eden's mother was so fond of reading had only good things to say about Jonathan Starr. He ignored the attentions of famous models and movie stars, still mourning the lovely wife he'd lost at sea five years before.
Eden knew her mother was an attractive woman. She was pretty in a pleasant, unassuming sort of way. Ellen dressed neatly but never to show off her lush figure. Men seemed drawn to her anyway, even the famous and almost unbearably handsome Jonathan Starr.
He took Ellen to dinner at the city's finest restaurant, then to the theater-a stage play, not a movie. And he invited her out again the next evening, to dinner and the ballet. He postponed an important overseas business trip and saw her every night for a whole week. And Ellen said he had never done more than politely kiss her hand when they parted.
Eden worried, thinking it was all too good to be true-fearful that beneath the facade of impeccable manners Starr was a man like all the rest, a lecherous beast who only wanted one thing from a woman.
Ellen Collier basked in the glow of his polite adoration, acting like anything but a woman who'd happily flopped into bed with probably half of the no-account drifters who ever passed through Kansas City and its sprawling suburbs.
It astounded the girl when Starr asked Ellen to marry him.
"And all he's done is kiss my hand," her mother said, perhaps even more amazed.
Jonathan invited them both to spend a week at his castle on a private island in the Caribbean.
"We're going to be a family after the wedding," he said. "We must all get to know each other."
They flew to the island on Starr's personal jet. He was to meet them there, flying in the company plane from an urgent business conference in Hong Kong. They were driven from the airstrip to the castle's center courtyard in his limousine, a black car half a block long, chauffeured by Sampson, Starr's faithful servant.
Eden cringed the first time she saw Sampson. Though soft-spoken and humble as a servant should be, he was by far the biggest and most imposing male specimen the girl had ever seen. Men frightened her, and he frightened her most of all.
Ellen seemed only amused. In the back of the car she whispered to Eden, "Imagine how big his cock must be!"
The girl thought her mother was shameless and disgusting for even thinking such a thing-especially now that she was informally engaged to a wonderful man like Jonathan Starr.
He met the car in the castle's large center square, which was rimmed by thick stone walls forty feet tall. Antique cannons bristled from the ramparts with kegs of powder and pyramids of cannonballs set by each one as though they were expected to fire.
"My great-great grandfather built this place," Starr said as the girl and her mother glanced around in awe. "Then pirates still roamed the Caribbean, so he made his home like a fortress."
A fortress indeed! There was a moat outside the great wall like a stagnant river teeming with vicious crocodiles, and a massive drawbridge that closed behind them as soon as the car stopped.
"I've kept everything just as it was. When I'm not in residence, the castle is open as a tourist attraction. That helps pay the cost of maintaining the place."
Not that Jonathan Starr really needed help to make expenses, even the small fortune it must cost to keep up an enormous old castle. According to the tabloids, he was one of the ten richest unmarried men in the world. Having started her college classes in business management, Eden knew that running the castle as a tourist attraction gave him an excellent tax write-off.
As Eden remembered all this, lowering outside the rough-planked door to the dungeon, her lips curved into a silly grin. She felt stupid for being so fearful. Of course the dungeon was kept just as it was in ancient times. The tourists would love it, making home movies and snapping color slides.
Sampson and Yvette were probably rehearsing a show they put on to entertain paying guests. Like the Hollywood studio tours where stuntmen fight like they meant to kill each other, only to bounce up smiling and unhurt moments later.
Eden was so relieved she wanted to laugh. But she stayed silent, knowing from a TV show on the subject that stunt work requires great concentration. If she were to make any sudden noise, Yvette might really be hurt by the flailing cat Sampson lashed down on her ass with such frightening realism.
She watched, amazed by what a good little actress Yvette was. She writhed and howled as though the whip really hurt. She tossed her head in frenzied spasms that swirled her glorious blonde hair on the floor until the gleaming cascade looked like a dirty old mop.
Yvette's wild wrenching chafed her wrists and ankles cuffed to the stout legs of the oversized sawhorse. What looked like traces of blood seeped from beneath her iron shackles. And a more tiny droplets went flying each time Sampson struck the cat across her bare ass.
"You have displeased the master!" he snarled in a rumbling deep voice. "Telling Mrs. Collier she's not the only woman Mr. Starr has been engaged to!"
"I only mentioned one of the others!" Yvette moaned. "I didn't mean to! It just slipped out!"
Eden hissed a startled gasp when she heard her mother's name mentioned. It must have been a special show they were rehearsing. One just for them. That explained practice at such a late hour.
"And you dared mention that her daughter is not the only innocent virgin to win one of Mr. Starr's special scholarships!"
"I only said that Eden was much prettier than all the rest!" Yvette sobbed hysterically.
"Indeed she is! But that gives a sniveling servant no reason to speak!" Sampson lashed the cat down on her ass again. Speckles of blood spattered his sweaty broad chest.
Eden winced in horror even though she knew it all had to be make-believe.
"Do you think Mr. Starr wants Mrs. Collier worried about what he has planned for her beautiful child?"
"I didn't say a word about that!" Yvette cried. "Only we know what he plans for her-what he's done to all those other innocent girls!"
Another startled gasp hissed from Eden's soft lips. Even as make-believe, she did not like what they were saying. The special show seemed in terrible taste. They as much as said Jonathan Starr planned something vile and lewd for the daughter of the woman he promised to marry. Not only that, but that Starr had done it before.
She turned from the door and suddenly felt sick. Eden thought about running back up the narrow stone stairway to the castle's main floor. She had come down from her luxurious guest room on the floor above that to find a drink of water.
Champagne was served with dinner, and in her giddy mood of excitement, Eden had too much to drink. She awoke sometime after midnight, still dizzy and burning with thirst. She rang for the maid as Jonathan had said she should do whenever she wanted anything, at any hour of the day or night.
"Yvonne or Yvette will attend you," he'd said. "It's their duty to see that you want for nothing. Your mother is to be queen in my palace-and you, Eden, are the beautiful princess. If these lowly servant girls fail to please you, let me know and I shall see they are punished severely."
Those words Eden thought were spoken in jest, but now the mental echo of Starr's voice had a frightening ring to it. The two young maids, Yvonne and Yvette, had seemed truly fearful of him.
They were sisters, perhaps even twins Eden thought-more alike than two peas in a pod. Both girls about her age, late teens or early twenties at most. And both impishly appealing in their skimpy, provocative little maid's outfits.
The short satin skirts barely covered the cheeks of their trim round asses, and a plunging vee cut in front exposed an indecent amount of smooth tit-flesh.
Eden had thought it shocking when she first saw them, but then she had no idea how servants normally dressed. And Jonathan Starr, always the perfect gentleman, paid no particular attention to their obviously tempting young tits.
Though Sampson had appeared aloof and utterly indifferent to the girls' brazen attire and the sly, flirtatious way they flashed their eyes, he seemed anything but immune to Yvette's tempting little body right now.
When Eden gathered courage to look back through a crack in the door, she saw a massive bulge throbbing in the crotch of his skin-tight black pants.
"You just let things slip out, did you, bitch?" Sampson roared and lashed the cat across her back.
Yvette's dress was torn by the force of the blow. Eden knew that had to hurt even if it was all part of a tasteless stunt. Then Sampson dropped the whip and came around to the other side of the padded sawhorse over which Yvette was bent and cruelly bound.
"Watch this slip out," he said, tugging at the hidden zipper of his fly. The huge man rumbled a laugh so wicked and lewd that it made Eden's heart almost stop beating.
He pulled out an enormous thick cock that was the most ghastly, horribly obscene thing Eden had ever seen. When her mother was in torment, Eden never saw what men did to her. There was always a wall between them. She only imagined the horrors of brutal violation, and never imagined anything quite so awful as what the bald giant held in his gnarled fist right now.
His stiff, throbbing cock had to be more than a foot long, and bigger around than Eden's wrist. It quaked with a surging pulse she could see. Veins bulged all along its hot length. The knobbed cockhead was swollen, colored blue-red and slit at the tip by what looked like one vertical eye winking lewdly at her.
Eden rocked back from the door and put both hands over her mouth to silence a stunned cry of complete shock. But she could not keep her head from the door. An eerie, overpowering curiosity pulled a fluttering eye to the middle crack that gave the best view.
Sampson was stroking his huge cock like a hand-pump, swelling the bulbous knobbed cockhead even more. Yvette raised her head and managed something near a smile-no doubt thankful her whipping had stopped. Now Eden was not sure that was all make-believe. In the damp, cold air coming through the crack, she caught a scent very much like real blood.
"W-w-what are you going to do with that?" Yvette asked fearfully, straining to hold her head up.
"You know very well!" he snarled. "What do I always do when you misbehave?"
"You stick all of that awful thing in me!" she sobbed.
"Yes, and where do you like it stuck best?"
"In my pussy!" Yvette moaned. "It's the big-get and best cock I've ever fucked!"
Eden gulped and swallowed a tight lump swollen in her throat. How could such a tiny young girl stand to have even half his awesome length in her?
"And after fucking, what do you like best?"
"I like to suck it, Sampson! You know that! I love to eat all of it and swallow your flood of cum!"
"Ungh!" Eden felt her throat heave, sick at the thought of swallowing jism. Even her abused mother never had to do that.
"And where do you feel my cock most?" he asked with a wicked lewd grin.
"Up my ass!" the girl wailed. "I can't stand that! Your cock is so big, it almost kills me!"
"Yes, and now your ass has been whipped bloody so it should be really tight! Pain clenches all the muscles and makes your asshole burn for me!"
"Ooooh, yes-my ass is so tight and hot, it would kill me if you stuck all that in now."
"Well then, I have just one more thing to say!"
"What's that?"
"Get ready to die!"
CHAPTER TWO
Eden stumbled back up the stairs in a blind panic. There was no way even stunt people could fake the vile and disgusting sex act she had witnessed.
Sampson wet his huge cockhead with blood seeping from Yvette's painful wounds, then he stirred it around the taut asshole sheltered between Yvette's cringing asscheeks.
"Just like fucking a ruddy virgin," he said with a lewd peal of laughter. "Do you remember when Mr. Starr popped your cherry?"
"Oh yes, sir! That's a night I'll never forget! His cock is nearly the size of yours."
"And it must have felt even bigger fucking into you the first time."
"So big I thought my little pussy would rip apart," she answered with a wracking sob. Sampson was fucking into her from behind.
"He got you and your twin in one night," Sampson recalled. "Two tight, shy little virgins one right after the other. How that must have pleased the master!"
"I don't know, sir. He's fucked at least a hundred virgins since then. How they all screamed when he ripped through their cherry cunts!"
"Not half as loud as you'll scream when you take all my cock up your ass!"
"Unnnngh! That's right, sir! I think it's tearing my flesh already!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Oooh, no! Not now! I love the pain! You and Mr. Starr have made me a crazy fuck-slave!"
"You and your sister both!" Sampson chuckled. "That's why the master lets you stay in his castle."
"It's paradise, Sampson! We both love fucking and sucking Mr. Starr when he's here."
"But you said things to Mrs. Collier that might have spoiled his plans for Eden."
"How could I spoil anything for Mr. Starr? No one can get away from here without his permission."
"You should know," he said. "You've tried to escape often enough."
"Yes, but that was before you started fucking me, Sampson. I need cock when the master is away on business."
"Fucking whore," he said, fucking and twisting deep into her ass again. "You're a slut worse than Eden's mother."
Yvette laughed as though she thought the slur was high praise. "Imagine that stupid bitch thinking Mr. Starr would marry her."
"That would be like sticking his cock into a public toilet!" Sampson sneered, fucking cock up the screaming girl's ass with a brutal deep thrust. "You know what he'll do with her, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. He'll make her lick and suck Eden's cherry cunt hot for him. That's what he's done with the greedy bitch mothers of all the other virgins who've come here."
"And then what?" Sampson asked with a delighted deep grunt, fucking Yvette's tight little ass as though to drive the words out of her throat.
"Then he'll make Mrs. Collier suck his jism from Eden's bloody cunt." Yvette's voice suddenly choked.
"It makes you jealous, doesn't it?"
"Ooooh, yes! So jealous I can hardly stand it. I like the taste of Mr. Starr's cum, and I'd love to lick it from the cunt of a virgin he's just fucked."
"Like you sucked your twin sister when her torn cherry was still seeping?"
"Like we sucked each other-both of us battered and bloody, and begging for more of the master's big cock."
"Eden will beg too," Sampson said. "And her bitch mother will be down on her knees, praying that Mr. Starr likes the girl enough to fuck her again."
"Yes, like I'm praying you'll cum right now, Sampson. I need your jism to keep my ass from catching on fire!"
"Then clench your fuck muscles, bitch. Milk my hot cock and make it shoot into you!"
"Hhhmmmmm, yes! I love it when I squeeze your cock in me and feel it throb!"
"Are you going to like sucking it when I'm tired of your tight little ass?"
"Oh, yes! That would be a great honor!"
"Then fuck my cock, slut! Writhe your pretty little ass and make me cum!"
Yvette screamed and sobbed, fucking her ass like a wanton slut even though she was bent and painfully bound. Eden turned away feeling sick with disgust, chilled to the bone by all she had seen and heard.
Sampson roared like a wild animal when his cock fired. Eden heard his loins slapping hard and fast on the girl's whipped asscheeks as his jism gushed. And over the thunder of brutal male lust she heard Yvette scream something more shocking than all the rest.
Yvette's voice pitched higher, thrilling in tormented delight. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! It feels so good!"
Eden rushed into her room on the second floor, breathless after climbing two flights of stairs. She slammed and locked the door behind her, slumping back against the polished wood panels with a wracking sob.
"Oh, there you are, Miss." It was Yvonne, Yvette's sister, the other pretty blonde maid.
"Wh-what are you doing in my room?"
"You rang. I came quick as I could, but you'd already gone."
"Yes!" Eden remembered now. "I wanted a drink of water!"
"I'll get it right away."
"No, don't open the door!" Eden was deathly afraid Sampson might come up the stairs. "Is he your father?"
"Is who my father?" Yvonne asked with a curious grin.
"Sampson!"
"That ponderous beast? No! Thank God, no! It's bad enough having to work with the moose."
"He's fucking your sister downstairs!" Eden sobbed. "In the dungeon."
"The dungeon? There's no dungeon in this castle. You know Mr. Starr, he'd never allow such a thing!"
"I saw it with my own eyes! Sampson was fucking her ass!"
"Oh, now sure you could not have seen that! Mr. Starr's proper as the pope in Rome. A male guest of his once patted my sister's ass, and Jonathan had the son of a bitch hauled out to sea in an open boat. Left him twenty miles from shore, he did, and the man wasn't near so horny by the time he'd rowed back."
Eden slumped against the door shaking her head. "I saw it with my own eyes! Go down the stairs off the main hall! You'll see! He's fucking her ass, and then he's going to make her suck his cock!"
"Ma'am, I think you've had a whopping nightmare. In the first place, there are no stairs going down anywhere in the main hall. And Sampson couldn't be doing what you say! He's got no cock and balls!"
"Wh-what?"
"He suffered a terrible wound in Vietnam," she said, sadly shaking her pretty blonde head. "He stepped on a land mine and lost it all. Sampson doesn't have cock enough left to fuck a mouse-much less my twin sister."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Absolutely. Yvette and I took care of him when he first came here. We changed his bandages."
"Ooooh, God!" Eden moaned. "I must have had more to drink than I thought! The nightmare seemed so real!"
"Yes, you drank a lot. And Mr. Starr was most upset about that."
"Oh, dear. I don't remember." Eden looked dreadfully worried now, not fearful as she was before.
"You see, ma'am-Mr. Starr's first wife got very drunk and fell off his yacht. Poor thing, her body was never found. Now he's very stern about drinking to excess. We only serve wine here on very special occasions."
"I've ruined everything!" Eden sobbed. "He won't want to marry my mother! I might even lose my scholarship!"
"No," Yvonnne said. "Above all, Mr. Starr is a kind man. He loves your mother dearly. She's such a fine lady!"
Eden heaved another wracking sob and staggered toward the bed. Now she had something else to worry about. What if Jonathan were to find out what kind of shameless slut her mother really was?
"I've got to he down!" she moaned.
Yvonne helped her into bed and pulled the warm covers up around Eden's chin.
"Sleep well," she said. "You'll feel better in the morning."
"Don't leave me!" Eden's voice became desperate. So much had happened that her young mind could not fathom. "I don't want to be alone."
"But I've got to get to my own bed. It's cold and drafty in this old castle at night."
"You can sleep with me. This bed's plenty big enough. And Jonathan said you should please me."
"Yes, ma'am-but I'm sure that did not mean sleeping with you. Mr. Starr is very strict and proper about all things sexual."
"That's silly," Eden said with an uneasy grin. "We're both girls. What could we do?"
Yvonne smiled at her, starting to undress. She knew better than to say more. It might spoil Jonathan's plans for young Eden. Plans so carefully laid. Plans that included the story Yvonne had just told about her father, Sampson, being hurt in the war.
Eden sighed when the two of them snuggled together. "It's like sleeping with my teddy bear when I was little. I used to hug and hold him so tight!"
"I won't mind if you hug me," Yvonne said sweetly.
"You're softer and warmer than my teddy bear."
"Yes, and I can hug back."
"Hhhhmmmm, yes. That feels so good!"
"It might feel even better if you took off your nightgown," Yvonne suggested shyly. She had taken off her maid's outfit and tumbled into bed naked.
"Oh, no! I could never do that."
"Why not? We're both girls. What could happen?"
"Nothing, I guess." She laughed and shrugged.
But Eden was aware of an odd tingle she'd felt watching Yvonne undress. The little blonde's body was so perfectly formed-proud, almost impudent little tits with pink nipples that tilted up toward her chin, a slender waist and small but flaring hips that rounded back into a trim little ass just like the one she had seen whipped raw in her awful dream.
Eden sat up in bed and squiggled out of her nightgown, aware that Yvonne was watching her intently.
"Oooooh, your tits are so much bigger than mine," the elfin maid said.
"Yes, but nothing like my mother's," Eden said in a rash moment of frankness. "I've heard men say her tits drive them wild."
Then she blushed, afraid that was the wrong thing to admit.
"Of course, mother wouldn't let a man touch them. Not unless they were married."
"Of course," Yvonne said, straining not to laugh out loud. The whole staff had a full report on Mrs. Collier. Starr spared no expense when it came to investigating likely candidates for his secret and bizarre sexual pleasures. "I wouldn't want a man's rough hands touching me either. But I wouldn't mind if a woman did."
Eden was so innocent and inexperienced she would never have even considered such a thing.
"A woman's hands are more gentle," Yvonne said smoothly.
"Ooooh, yes! I see what you mean! That feels so good, Yvonne!"
"It would feel even better if you fondled my tits at the same time! If you teased your fingers around my nipples like this!"
"Unnnngh! That feels so good it must be sinful!"
"It would be if a man did it to you. It would make you want to let him do even more."
"I know that. My nipples ache like they want to be sucked."
"Kissed and sucked!" Yvonne groaned, nibbling softly and teasing with her tongue. "If you let a man do that, the fire in your tits would soon spread."
"It is already! I can feel my pussy getting hot!"
"Mine too! I want to kiss it and twiddle your clit with my tongue."
"I couldn't stand that, Yvonne. Sometimes
I touch my clit and almost go crazy. Your tongue would make me go wild!"
"Wild enough to tongue my cunt?"
"Y-y-yes! I want to do that already! It smells so sweet and hot!"
Yvonne swung around to straddle Eden's pretty face, spreading her legs as she squatted down. "Kiss my pussy, you bitch! Fuck your tongue into my cunt!"
Eden moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty. Why is that, Yvonne? Is it because of that awful dream?"
"No, that's the part of you begging to be fucked. Didn't you feel it when you saw my daddy's big cock?"
Eden twisted and jerked her head, trying to escape from the wet mouth of Yvonne's simmering cuntslit. "You said he wasn't your father-that Sampson doesn't even have a cock!"
Yvonne shuddered and pressed her wet cuntlips down hard to seal the girl's gaping mouth. Starr would punish her severely for letting that slip.
"I mean when you dreamed those things," she said quickly.
"Yes, I did feel something strange-almost like he was fucking that awful cock into me!"
"That would hurt, wouldn't it?" Yvonne asked. "Not feel good like my little tongue."
"Huuuunh! Hhhooo, Yvonne! Don't stop! That tingle is getting so strong!"
"Show me, you stupid bitch. Stick your tongue in until you feel my cherry. Like this-"
"Aaaggghh!" Eden felt a sharp jabbing pain when Yvonne's thrusting tongue tried to part the folds of her leathery maidenhead. She gulped cunt-scented air and jabbed with her tongue as Yvonne wiggled down on her gaping mouth.
"I can't find your cherry!"
Yvonne raised her head and laughed. "I'd be surprised if you did. Jonathan Starr fucked it away years ago. I bled for three days and so did my sister. He nailed her the same night, both of us side by side."
"That's the same thing I heard in my nightmare!"
"Then believe it, you sniveling bitch!"
That was no slip. Yvonne's duty was to make Eden think she was losing her mind. It would make her anguish into ecstasy when all she lost was her cherry.
"John stood with his cock swaying back and forth between us. Yvette got lucky and he fucked into her first. Then he yanked back out and stuck his bloody cock into me."
"Ooooh, Jesus! Then I wasn't dreaming?"
"You decide that, pussy-breath. Right now I want my cunt eaten like I'm going to eat you!
Fuck your tongue into me! Make me cum! Make me cum like this!"
Yvonne buried her pretty face in Eden's hairy crotch, licking and sucking and thrusting her tongue like a ravenous lewd fiend. Eden responded the only way she could, by bucking and writhing wildly and ramming her tongue into the blonde's golden cunt as deep as it would reach.
They climaxed together, grunting and moaning and slobbering cunt juice like two rabid dogs.
"Do it again!" Eden cried with the taste of hot pussy still strong on her lips. "Make me cum again!"
"Sure! I'm hot enough to ride you all night-but I want it clit-to-clit this time. I want to fuck you like a man would."
Eden felt dazed, fearful and more confused than ever in her whole life. Also more excited. She made no effort to resist when Yvonne whirled around and pressed down on her.
Fiery sparks flashed between them when their clits touched.
"I'm going to clit-fuck your mother, you know. Cock-crazy old cunts like her do it best. Her pussy is really going to burn when she finds out Jonathan Starr wouldn't fuck her with a pointed stick!"
Eden was sobbing and screaming with pleasure at the same time. She no longer knew what to believe-not even her own senses. Yvonne knew just how to fuck and wiggle her hips when she rammed her tiny, intensely hard clit down on the virgin's bigger, buttery clit-nub.
They bucked and gasped into another grinding climax. Eden arched beneath the battering assault on her tender clit-bud.
"Fuck me, you cock-less delight! Fuck my cherry cunt!"
Eden could hardly believe the words screaming from her own lips, or that the tart-sweet taste of hot pussy dripped down her throat whenever she opened her cunt-hungry mouth.
"Mother would die if she saw me like this!" she moaned.
"I doubt that, darling. She'll be the one to suck your pussy next."
"She'd never!" Eden was certain of that. Despite her own seemingly insatiable desire for sex, Ellen had always protected her daughter. Hadn't she once almost shot a man who wanted to rape her?
"She will, sweetheart. She'll suck your cunt hot and wet, then watch when Jonathan Starr fucks a foot of hot prick into you."
"N-n-no!" It was evil beyond comprehension.
"Yes, she gets to live in Starr's castle if he decides to marry you. She won't want to go back to her dreary job after a few days in paradise. She'll suck your cunt hot for him and fuck the flagpole with hers if Starr tells her to."
Eden cried, but she was climaxing again. The frenzied pulse of lewd pleasure made her whole body feel like it was on fire.
"Starr has tried more than a hundred sweet little virgins like you," Yvonne said, still fucking and squirming her hips with the rhythm of enticing delight. "He's never found quite the right one-but I think you might be just what he's looking for."
"What's that?" Eden asked, thinking she might not want to know even before the last word left her mouth.
"He wants a virgin he can train properly. A girl who's felt no cock but his."
"All virgins are like that," Eden said, more confused now than she was before.
"Yes, but he wants a cherry cunt with something special-an innocent girl with the blood of a whore in her veins."
"My mother isn't a whore!" Eden moaned, feeling her hot wet pussy start to juice again.
"So far, maybe not. But she'll fuck for money, you'll see. She'll fuck the ugliest man you ever saw when Starr asks her to."
"I don't believe you! I don't believe anything that's happened tonight!"
"You will, baby-when things happen you think are a whole lot worse."
CHAPTER THREE
Eden awoke drenched with sultry warm sweat. The tropical sun streamed through the window of her luxurious room.
Yvonne wasn't in her bed, and there was no definite sign she had ever been there. Eden looked for a blonde hair on her pillow, then for telltale golden cunt hairs farther down in the bed. With all the sucking and clit fucking they'd done there should have been some trace.
Nothing. Not a sign. Eden slipped out of bed and into her robe. Maybe she had dreamed about Yvonne being in her room, about them having wonderful sex together. It might have been a trick of her mind trying to erase the nightmare visions of the things done in the dungeon downstairs.
Eden knotted the sash of her robe and left the room, walking on tiptoe so as not to disturb anyone else. If there was really a dungeon in the bowels of the creepy old castle she'd find it.
She walked into the main hall and down to the ornate wooden archway where she remembered finding the open door. But now the arch was tightly sealed with a carved panel that looked like it had always been there.
In storybooks Eden remembered reading of secret passageways in old houses, so she felt around the carved wooden frame for some hidden latch that would trigger it open. She found nothing like that.
Still curious, Eden thumped her fist all over the ornate wood carving that stood where she thought a door should have been. A hollow sound would confirm her suspicions-but the whole panel of wood thudded like there was something quite solid behind it.
"Can I help you?" It was Sampson, somberly dressed in a formal black suit, a curious look on his face.
"Er, no!" He frightened her even with a smile.
"You'll bruise your hands beating on the wall like that. Tell me what you want, I'm sure I can help."
"All right. I've read about secret passageways in stories. I-I was just trying to find one."
"Aaahhh," he said with an even wider smile. "You must have an uncanny instinct, my dear. As it happens, there was a hidden door and stairs leading down to the dungeon-right about where you've been knocking."
"I knew it!"
"Let me see if I can find the latch. It's quite cleverly hidden as I recall." Sampson touched something along the ornate arched frame and the carved panel slid aside. "There we are, Miss."
She gulped. Eden was staring at a solid brick wall.
"Mr. Starr had the dungeon filled in and sealed off years ago. He did not want to be reminded of some terrible things done in the castle generations ago. Jonathan is not that kind of man at all."
"I thought he might have kept it open for the tourists to see."
"Good gracious! No, he would never allow that kind of smear on the family name."
Sampson looked so honest and so sincere, and she really wanted to believe him. "Tell me, did you fight in the war?"
"In Vietnam. Yes."
"And were you-wounded?"
His whole bald head blushed, and his face looked so pained that Eden was sorry she'd asked. "Yes. I suffered a grievous wound no gentleman would ever mention to a young lady."
"You can tell me," Eden said. "I won't breathe a word of it to anyone."
"Let us just say that I've not loved a woman since that terrible day."
Now it was Eden who blushed red as a beet. But then her face paled. There was only one way she could have known that. Yvonne had been in her room last night. Eden knew she could not have dreamed such a grisly detail out of the blue. Nor could she have just happened to find a cleverly concealed secret door-even if it was now walled off with bricks.
"One more thing, Sampson!" She felt like a clever girl detective in a series of mystery stories she used to read. "Are Yvonne and Yvette your daughters?"
"In a way, yes. They were born to my dear departed wife, and I've always treated them as my own."
"But they aren't-"
"Dear, no! The way I was wounded, that would have been quite impossible."
"Then who?" she asked. "Who?"
Eden could not bring herself to ask who had fucked his wife.
"I'd rather not say. But it was done with my permission. My dear wife did so want to have children, and of course in my condition-"
"It was Jonathan Starr, wasn't it?"
"Yes. I don't know how you've learned these things, but not a word must ever be spoken."
"I won't say a word if what you've told me is true," Eden said with a coy little grin. "Pull down your pants, Sampson."
"Wh-what did you say, Miss?"
"I said pull down your pants!"
"Mr Starr would have me put on the rack and torn limb from limb if I did that."
"On the rack? I thought the dungeon was filled in years ago."
"Er, well-it was. That's merely a figure of speech."
"It's your figure I want to see."
"If you insist," he said sadly. The huge, somber man loosened his belt and opened his fly, wincing as thought it caused his great pain.
Thumbs the size of dinner sausages hooked in the waist-band of his undershorts. They slid down and Eden started to scream. There was only hideous scar tissues where a man's cock and balls ought to be. Eden fainted and Sampson carried her back to bed.
The press of her soft, warm body against his strained massive cock that curved back and lay hidden in the crack of his ass, pasted under the hideous artificial wound that covered his crotch.
By the time he got the tempting, unconscious teenager out of her robe and into her bed, Sampson had a raging hard-on thirteen inches long. It ripped the fake wound right off his crotch.
For a long time he stood looking at her pretty face, so tranquil now that she had drifted out the world ruled by Jonathan Starr's diabolical plan.
Sampson thought she was the most beautiful young woman he'd ever laid eyes on-long, radiant hair black as coal, flawless, creamy smooth skin snugged over luscious, mouthwatering curves.
He ached to fuck his huge cock into her, to pop just one of the tender young virgins Starr tricked into visiting his island paradise. But he dared not do that. Starr would have him on the rack for sure, a rack in the dungeon he had told her was filled in-a rack in the dungeon beyond the second secret door that looked like a solid wall of bricks.
* * *
Eden awoke the second time with a chill and a splitting headache. Or was it the second time? Had she really gone down stairs already that morning? Had she really seen a huge man with the most hideous disfiguring wound imaginable? Her mind rebelled at the thought. It couldn't be true. She must have dreamed it all.
She stretched and yawned, breathing deep to clear her head. Eden knew she'd had too much to drink the night before. Ellen never allowed her to touch liquor, not even beer or wine. But dinner last night was a very special occasion.
Her mother and Jonathan Starr talked about nothing but their wedding plans.
And when they sat down at breakfast that morning, the two of them were still cooing like lovebirds. Yvonne and Yvette served the silver platters with Sampson supervising as he had at dinner. Eden shot them all plainly curious glances and got no visible reaction.
"I thought you might like to go sailing today," Jonathan said, seeming not to notice how Eden was on edge. "Your mother and I have so much to discuss, and I know you must be getting bored with our wedding plans."
"Sailing would be fun," Eden said. "There's not much place for that in Kansas. Not in a boat the size of that one at the dock."
"That's the small boat," he said modestly. "The big one is anchored at Monte Carlo where Ellen and I will be spending our honeymoon."
"Ooooh," Eden said, wondering which one it was his first wife fell off of when she was drunk. Or had she dreamed that too? Not entirely. Eden had read in the paper that Starr's wife was lost at sea. The girl smothered her curiosity on that point. "Can Yvonne and Yvette come with me?"
"Of course, if you'd like. Girls, get into your bathing suits. My daughter-to-be has just spared you from doing dreary chores all day."
"Oh, thank you, master! And thank you, Miss Eden!" they said as one. "We'll be ready before you can blink."
Jonathan Starr smiled like a gracious host until the three of them went out the door. Eden took note of both tiny blondes in their sexy string bikinis. Neither trim little ass showed the slightest trace of a whipping she thought had to have drawn blood.
With them gone and Sampson in the kitchen to supervise the maids, Starr's face turned suddenly quite serious.
"Ellen, my dear-we have one small problem to solve before saying our wedding vows."
"What's that, darling?"
"Money, believe it or not. I have what is most politely called a cash-flow problem. Millions in assets, but very little to spend at the moment. Everything I own is tied up in one massive business venture-and it dangles by a thread."
Ellen looked puzzled. The idea of a man with his own castle, two private jets and two yachts having money trouble was simply beyond her comprehension.
"I don't suppose there's anything I can do."
Offering to loan him the two or three hundred dollars in her savings account was simply absurd. With three servants waiting on them, breakfast cost more than that.
"As a matter-of-fact, there is something you could do-but it's nothing I would even think to ask. I would rather lose all this than put you in that position."
"What position, John?" He had just recently allowed her to use the short form of his name.
"It's-it's unthinkable," he said, shaking his head. "A man named Otis Mizer can swing the deal one way or the other. Make me wealthier than even my widest dreams, or leave me a pauper with debts running into the millions. It's the same to him either way. Mizer is like a middleman, he makes a fortune no matter how the deal goes."
"Then surely he won't send you into bankruptcy," she said, more hoping than understanding his world of high finance.
"Aaahhh, but he would. Mizer and I have been bitter rivals for years. My first wife was engaged to him when we met, and Otis has never forgiven me for winning her away from him."
"Oh, dear." Ellen knew more than she wanted to about how vicious a jealous man can be. "What does he want?"
"You, darling-for just one night. He knows we're engaged, and he wants to fuck you while I sit and watch."
Ellen's rasping sigh trembled her lush tits. "I-I don't know what to say. I know how you feel about a wife being faithful."
"Absolutely! That's why I can't ask you to submit to anything so vile and degrading."
"You wouldn't love me if I were that kind of woman," she said.
"I would only worship the ground you walk on," he said fervently. "I'd be forever in your debt, your adoring slave-but I can't ask you to make such a sacrifice. I know your first husband was a terrible man, but Mizer is worse, I can assure you."
"John, if it's only for one night-if it will save everything for us both to enjoy-" Ellen stopped just short of saying she'd fuck the bastard's brains out. "I might consider it. If I have your permission, of course."
"Ooooh, my darling! My wonderful wife! It breaks my heart, but I will allow it! I must!"
Starr was dying to know how much the bitch could take.
The man selected to play Otis Mizer in Starr's sexual charade was a Hollywood character actor, little known but working steady because of his ugly face, a face he knew how to make even worse with artful make-up that turned him into a real monster. And Jonathan had his own deception in the works.
Starr gave the actor what he said was a rare herb-a potent and therefore very expensive aphrodisiac. It was really nothing more than a spice commonly used in cooking, but if the old man truly believed it would keep his cock hard all night, then it just might. Starr knew the real power of sex was all in the mind-which was why he so enjoyed the mental torment he put women through.
* * *
Eden came home from her day of sailing looking bright and fresh as a spring flower.
"We had a marvelous time!" she gasped, suddenly moved by impulse to hug Jonathan Starr warmly around the neck.
"I hope none of the sailors dared lay a hand on you," he said with seeming concern.
"Oh, no. There was one guy who kept bothering me, but Yvonne and Yvette took care of him."
"Two girls their size? What could they do?"
Eden blushed and bit her Up. "I think what they did is fuck him. They all went below deck and haven't come up yet."
"Those girls," he said, chuckling and shaking his head. "I told them to take good care of you, but never dreamed it would go that far."
"They seemed to enjoy it. I wouldn't, of course. I've never done it with anyone."
"I know that. Your mother has raised a wonderful child to be an even more wonderful young woman," he said, hugging her fondly.
"Where is mother?" she asked.
"Downstairs."
"I-I didn't think there was a downstairs."
"There is," he said very softly. "A dungeon I've kept open just to amuse the tourists."
"What's mom doing there?"
"It's something very personal," Starr said. "Nothing you need to worry about."
"But I want to see her."
"You will, dear. In the morning. Come this way, I'll have the cook serve you dinner."
"I want to see my mother!"
"Eden, right now she doesn't want to see you. Be a good girl, eat your dinner and go to bed."
She pouted. "All right!"
"That's a sweet girl," Starr said, knowing full well she'd be out of bed the first chance she got, and down the stairs to peer through cracks in the door just as she had the night before. He knew the surest, simplest way to make a woman do anything was tell her not to.
It was Sampson who had taken Ellen into the dungeon. She gasped and lurched back as the door swung wide. The woman knew of bondage and suffering only with improvised devices, belts for whips and ropes to bind struggling arms and legs.
Mrs. Collier would never admit it, not even to herself, but she found sex in restraint to be very stimulating. She liked fucking so much that it made her feel guilty. Bondage cleared her conscience. The night with her husband and four strangers all taking turns was the most strangely satisfying experience of her whole life.
Still she felt queasy looking at real whips, wrought-iron shackles on chains thick enough to anchor a yacht, and ominous frames and platforms like nothing the woman from Kansas had ever seen before.
Sampson gripped her arm when she balked in the doorway.
"There isn't much time," he said. "Mizer wants you dressed when he arrives."
"I am dressed."
"I mean dressed for fucking. Take off your clothes."
"Not with a servant looking at me!"
"The master has given me instructions," he said firmly. "Do you want to undress, or should I rip your clothes off?"
"I-I'll undress. But I don't want you staring at me."
"Madam has the most beautiful big tits I've ever seen," he said, smiling, still not turning his huge bald head away. "I've seen larger, of course, but not so firm and perfectly formed."
Ellen could not help blushing. She liked compliments, as all women do. She dropped her blouse and bra, let Sampson take a good long look at her lush tits and then turned as she slid down her skirt.
"What do you think about my ass?"
"That's an ass I'd love to fuck."
"Aaagggh!" Ellen Collier had never allowed that-not with her husband, not with all the men since. It was just a quirk of the female mind. Even the most shameless slut would draw a line somewhere.
"Mizer will start by fucking your ass," Sampson told her as calmly as a TV weatherman predicting a gentle rain.
"He will not! The deal is he can fuck me, but-"
"No buts," Sampson said. Then his somber face broke into a laugh. "Mizer gets you all night, whatever way he wants. He'll jack-off in your ears if that pleases him. He might fuck your bellybutton with his big toe."
"Get Jonathan down here!" she demanded.
"Mr. Starr is not required to watch anything but the fucking of your cunt, and he doesn't want to see you before that."
"Well, I want to see him!"
Sampson took a deep breath and huffed. "What a tiresome, sniveling bitch you've become."
He grabbed Ellen's arm and whirled her around. Her skirt and panties dropped to the floor.
The huge man lifted her as a child might pick up a doll, then he threw her on a padded table top, yanking off the skirt and panties bunched so around her kicking feet.
"Fucking bitch cunt!" he snarled. "You act like you've never done this before."
"I haven't!"
"Bullshit!" Sampson yanked off her shoes and stockings. "What about the four men your husband brought home?"
"H-h-how did you hear about that?"
"Jonathan Starr knows everything," he said smugly.
"Eden must have told him."
"Yes." It was a lie, but the huge man did it expertly. "I think your daughter would rather have Mr. Starr for herself."
"That little bitch!" Ellen writhed on the padded table, naked as the day she was born.
"It all works out rather well," Sampson said, grabbing a leather harness off a hook on the wall nearby. "Mizer gets his night with you. That will save Starr's fortune, then he gets a young virgin for a wife."
"Oh, God!" Ellen's dreamy visions of life as the wife of a wealthy man shattered like glass, falling in shards that prickled her skin. Sampson was wrestling her into a black leather bra-like harness with open-tipped cups to squeeze and thrust her luscious big tits forward even more.
Plump nipples bulged through the open tips of the tight leather cups, swollen by restraint and tingled by her mental anguish.
"You won't have a bad life as the mother of the bride," Sampson said as he cinched the back strap of the leather tit binder. "You'll still live in Starr's castle, wear diamonds and furs when that suits him, have servants to wait on you day and night. I will serve you personally every night! Every night-all night!"
Sampson pulled another black leather harness off the rack. This one buckled around her waist with straps that descended over her ripely humped asscheeks to spread them apart.
"But I want Jonathan!" she cried, feeling a cold shiver run up her back as the taut straps parted her asscheeks and exposed the snug dark asshole between them.
"Mr. Starr would never stick his cock in a whore like you!"
"I'm not a whore!"
Sampson laughed. "Then why did you agree to fuck Mizer?"
He caught her flailing right arm and wrenched it down to her side. The broad belt of the black leather ass spreader had a handcuff on a short chain attached on each side.
"To save Jonathan's fortune!" she moaned as the cold steel ratchet jaw snapped shut around her right wrist.
"Exactly! You're going to fuck an ugly old man for money. That makes you a whore."
Sampson grabbed her left arm and yanked it down. Now that Ellen knew about the cuffs at her waist, she struggled furiously, but the huge bald man was as strong as a bear.
He snapped the steel cuff around her left wrist and smiled.
"All I can say is that you're not a cheap whore. And lucky for you, I'm not as picky as Mr. Starr. I'll be happy to have you when Mizer is through."
Sampson stepped back and took off his black butler's jacket, then his tie and starched white shirt. Ellen sat up with a sick moan, awkward because both hands were cuffed near the points of her hips.
He thrust out a hand and knocked Ellen down flat on the padded table again.
"Save your strength," he said. "Mizer only gets you for one night. Then you're mine for as long as I like. I won't let another man touch you!"
Sampson peeled off his pants and under-shorts, letting her stare at the hideous artificial wound that covered his massive cock.
"Too bad I was so badly hurt in the war. It's going to be hell for a lusty whore like you, made slave to a man with no prick."
Ellen gasped and started screaming. Her dream world had become a nightmare-a nightmare she thought might never end.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sampson pulled on a pair of black tights and his high boots with flared tops. He enjoyed his role as the dungeon master. It was all that made being a butler worthwhile. A butler, indeed. That twist of fate still rankled him. He and Jonathan Starr had come from the same cock.
In Jonathan's case it was fucking a legitimate wife. In Sampson's, it was stuck in the cunt of a busty parlor maid. They were half-brothers born only weeks apart, but Jonathan was heir to a vast fortune when their father died, and Sampson was left no choice but to serve him.
Starr didn't know this-only that his father's will gave Sampson a job for life with a generous salary, with a provision that he should rule the castle whenever Jonathan was not there. With world-wide business interests to attend to, Starr was gone most of the time. Then Sampson was lord of the manor by default-and master of the dungeon at all times.
He took a three-foot metal bar off the rack and walked back to the table where Ellen Collier was sprawled on her back and still screaming.
"You wouldn't like being Starr's wife," he said with certainty. "His world is too complex. We need only think of pleasure."
"Pleasure!" she moaned. "What kind of pleasure can there be with no cock?"
"No situation in life is quite perfect," he said.
Sampson swung the bar onto the table and grabbed Ellen's right leg. He snapped a broad shackle at one end of the rod around her ankle, then wrenched her legs wider apart. The second cuff locked around her other leg to keep them spread.
"You will get fucked tonight," he told her.
"By a vicious, ugly old man?" she asked.
"At least he has a cock. It will be the last one you ever fuck, so I suggest you make the most of it."
Sampson dragged her off the table. Ellen's bare feet hit the cold stone floor and sent a shiver up her spine. She stumbled awkwardly with legs spread wide by the rigid bar and hands cuffed so close to her sides that it was hard to balance.
"Down on your knees," he said, pressing a huge hand on her bare shoulders to enforce the demand.
Ellen slumped with a moan. "You can't be serious about keeping me as your slave. Why does a man with no cock want a woman?"
"Why does a woman with no money want to be rich?"
Sampson clamped a hand on her back of her head and pressed forward. She had to bow until her forehead hit the floor. Then he slipped her ass with the other hand and hurled her into a somersault.
Ellen pitched forward, her shackled feet flying over her head. Sampson grabbed the bar and yanked it hard, bending her like a pretzel. Her head lodged between her spread legs and stuck there because he had the bar jammed in back of her neck.
He grabbed the straps that creased her asscheeks and jerked the sobbing woman to her feet. Ellen stood on shaky legs, bent hard at the waist with her head down, looking back between her legs.
"A perfect position for ass-fucking," he said. "Mizer will be so pleased."
"Ungh! What about me?"
"You'll like it too. Getting fucked from behind, you won't have to look at him."
"For God's sake-the way I'm bent, I'm looking at my ass right now!"
"So I see. And in that position there are only two things you can do."
"What?"
"One is raise your head."
"And?"
"Then kiss your ass good-by!"
* * *
Eden slipped out of bed and into a long, filmy white negligee her mother had purchased to wear on her honeymoon. The girl had taken it from Ellen's room after dinner. It was a sudden impulse like that which had moved her to hug Jonathan Starr and hold him so close to her body.
That wasn't like her. Not like her at all! But Eden was too curious about her mother being in the dungeon to pause and question her own emotions.
She went down the stairs to the main floor, then down the hall to where Sampson had showed her the sliding wooden panel that covered what looked like a solid brick wall.
No wall blocked her way that evening. The steep, narrow stairway slanted down to the dungeon just as she remembered it from the night before. Why had Sampson told her it wasn't there if Jonathan Starr didn't mind her knowing it was?
It was all too crazy and complicated for her to sort out. The real question was why her mother was in the dungeon. Jonathan knew, so he must approve. Was he there too? Was he really a vicious lecher like her father-or worse? Were his charming manners and pleasant smile only a mask of respectability? Eden had to know.
A dark, chilling dampness filled the narrow, stone-walled passage that led to the heavy planked door. Eden heard her mother's anguished sobs even before she got close enough to peer through the cracks.
She kept glancing back over her shoulder, afraid that Jonathan might find her sneaking around in the dark of the night. Why was she so fearful, and at the same time so strangely attracted to him? Why had she worn a sexy white negligee instead of her regular robe? Seeing her like that was certain to give him the wrong impression.
Eden crept close to the door, so nervous and tense with anticipation that she couldn't sa breathe. Flickering torchlight flashed through the cracks and cast thin stripes of red on the stone floor.
They looked like the blazing red welts she had seen striped across Yvette's ass the night before. But when they went sailing that morning there wasn't a mark on her. Eden shook her head and pressed a eye to the center crack in the door.
She saw her mother bent double, head down between her spread legs. In that position her ass and her face were both toward the door.
Ellen's bountiful asscheeks were creased and spread apart by black leather straps bound over them, part of a strange harness that also cuffed her hands at her sides. Another web of straps cinched her tits and made her plump nipples bulge like budding roses.
Eden gulped, but the scene seemed too bizarre to be real. She felt more curiosity than fear, and shifted one crack to the left to widen her view. Had Jonathan Starr strapped her mother in exotic restraints and bound her head down with her ass spread so wide?
She could not see Starr, but Sampson was there-in charge of the dungeon just as he was the night before. He stood behind Ellen with a thing like a turkey baster in his huge right hand.
"Wh-what's that for?" she asked just as the same question flashed through her curious daughter's young mind.
"It's pussy balm," he said, nuzzling the tip of the rubber-bulbed syringe into her cuntslit.
"Ungh!" Ellen groaned, swaying unsteadily with her head forced down to touch the floor between her feet.
He squeezed the bulb and jetted a warm, viscous fluid into her cunt. To Ellen it felt like a fantastic spurt of creamy cum, but the spreading heat of it made her cunt muscles clench and squirm in wild spasms.
"It's a salve to tighten your cunt," Sampson said, filling the bulb from a lab beaker to give her another gushing squirt. "You'll fuck like a virgin!"
"Grungh!" Ellen winced as another sticky hot surge of liquid squeezed into her cunt. The mild sensation of heat spread like boiling oil. The astringent cream made her cunt muscles contract in clenching waves that felt like the start of an orgasm to her.
She gasped and moaned, pitching forward and lurching back. Sampson had to grab the belt cinched around her waist to keep Ellen from toppling over. He reached up with the other hand and pulled down a cord and snap-hook down from above. That clipped into a ring on the back to her harness to keep her upright.
Ellen felt dizzy with her head down. Blood hammered into her skull and made her temples throb. She swayed again, but the springy cord snapped to her harness would not let her fall.
"Jonathan can't want me treated like this!"
Sampson laughed. "You volunteered. You're fucking an ugly old lecher to make Starr a fortune."
His thundering laugh grew louder.
"That makes you the most expensive whore in history."
Eden felt a jolt like a hot nail had just been hammered into the base of her skull. Last night Yvonne had called Ellen a whore. The girl said Eden's mother would fuck the ugliest man she ever saw if Starr asked her to. If that was part of her tangled dream, it was the part that was coming true.
A screeching cackle of laughter sounded in darkness at the far end of the room. Eden couldn't see who it was even when she had shifted to the crack that gave her the best angle of view.
Ellen shuddered, dangling head down like a puppet with only one string. She twisted and turned, straining to see where that awful laughed came from.
A gaunt man emerged from the shadows at the far end of the room. He wore a tall silk hat, a starched white collar, bow tie and long black cape like a member of high society bound for opening night at the opera.
But the cape swirled as he strode toward
Ellen's bent and bound figure. Beneath the red-lined black velvet cape he had nothing on except the collar and bow tie. No shirt, no pants, no shoes or stockings.
He walked like a jumble of bones rattling in a shrunken sack of old skin-so thin and drawn that he could close his bright, beady eyes and pass for a corpse.
"So, this is the woman Jonathan Starr plans to marry," he said. His tight, dry voice rattled like gravel spilling out of a pipe.
Ellen's worried eyes saw him upside down. A long, scrawny cock swayed with each step he took. It was gray and bent and old like the rest of him.
"You know he got the woman I was supposed to marry?" he asked in a grating voice.
"I heard," Ellen said through tightly drawn lips. It felt like her insides might fall out if she opened her mouth to say more.
"The bitch liked his big cock better than mine," he said. "Mine was too skinny for her. It was straight back then, not gnarled and twisted like it is now. Fucking cunt said she couldn't feel it going in."
Ellen gulped. The sharp, bitter taste of bile was dripping into her mouth, forced out by the pressure of being bent and bound head down.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be, cunt! I've got Mr. Jonathan Starr by the balls, and your ass belongs to me."
Ellen wished now she had never agreed to this awful scheme. She was starting to wish she'd never met Jonathan Starr.
The man playing Otis Mizer walked around Ellen and studied her lush figure with coldly critical eyes. "Nice tits. Nice ass. Nice ripe cunt, but looks to me like it's all been around the block a few times. I thought Starr was set on getting himself a virgin for his second wife."
Sampson stood watching, arms crossed over his huge chest.
"Her ass is still cherry," he said matter-of-factly.
"Is that right?" He circled again and pinched Ellen's ripe ass with a bony hand like a eagle's claw. "Beautiful ripe asscheeks like those never had a cock stuck between them?"
Ellen sobbed and blushed red because so much blood rushed into her head. Inside she felt cold and chilled loathing. He treated her like a cow at a cattle auction.
"How come you never got your ass fucked?"
"Because I don't like it!" she cried.
"You can't know that unless you've tried it."
"Why don't you try jumping out of an airplane without a parachute? Maybe you'll like that."
"Oooh, she's a feisty one! That's going to make fucking her ass even better," he said to
Sampson.
The actor's gnarled cock started to twitch. Even without make-up to accent his hooked beak nose, gaunt lips and sunken eye sockets he wasn't a man women flocked after. It was hard to believe he'd been given a night with such a lusciously well-formed specimen.
"Hand me a whip, Sampson. I think pain is the most effective sex, don't you?"
"It does make a bitch hot," Sampson said. "What kind of whip would you like, sir?"
"Hhhhmmmm, you have so many. It's hard for me to choose."
"The cat is my favorite, sir. Bull whips require a skilled hand, one slip and they slash right to the bone."
"Well, I've never done this before-but I'd like to try a bullwhip." The words were scripted to make Ellen worry. In a long-forgotten series of low budget Westerns the villainous actor had become an expert with a bullwhip.
Sampson picked one of medium length to match the man's stature.
"Which end do I hold?"
"The heavy one, sir."
"Aaaahhh, yes-now for a few practice swings to get the hang of it."
His scrawny arm snaked the whip back and forth on the floor, twice tangling it around his feet.
"Damn," he said stumbling out of the tangled coils. "This is harder than it looks."
"Sir, if I might offer a suggestion. Start with a target you don't plan to fuck."
"Good idea. Why don't you put a cigarette in your mouth? I'll snap it right out like they do in the movies."
"Not me, sir." Sampson uncrossed his arms and clapped like thunder. "Yvonne! Yvette! Get in here!"
They scurried out of the shadows in their sexy maid uniforms.
"Yes, sir?" they said as one.
"I want you both to tight cigarettes and stand sideways about ten feet apart. Mr. Mizer is just learning to use a bullwhip," Sampson said.
"But he might slip and cut off a tit," Yvonne said.
"I'll run both your tits through a wringer if you don't do as you're told!"
The girls moaned, hands trembling as they fumbled to tight cigarettes and hold them steady in quivering lips. Ellen was even more fearful, not knowing it was all an act well rehearsed.
The veteran actor swirled the long braided lash and snagged the base of a flaming torch on his back swing. Moving his arm forward, he yanked the torch from its holder on the wall. It flew and spewed a long trail of flame before crashing to the floor just back of Ellen's cuffed legs.
She jerked away from the searing torch and spreading puddle of blazing fuel. Sampson thumbed a button on the wall and retracted the stretchy cord snapped to the back of her waist belt.
Her feet jerked off the floor and swung in a wide arc, twirling head down over the flames like meat on a spit. Ellen let out a scream that made Yvonne and Yvette both clamp their hands over their ears.
The actor shrugged and kicked the torch out of his way, snaking the whip back again. He carefully missed the cigarette bobbing fitfully in Yvonne's drawn lips and punctured a plastic bladder of fake blood hidden under the lacy white bib of her apron.
Splatters of red-dyed corn syrup exploded from a rip in the bib of her apron. Yvette shrieked and clutched her chest, gushing more sticky fake blood between her fingers. Ellen wailed in hysterical sympathy, still whirling around in a dizzying lopsided circle.
With her head hanging down, she watched Yvette fall and writhe in a jagged circle of red. Turning, she saw the gaunt man's arm curve back for another swing.
"No!" Ellen cried. "Can't you see what you've done?"
"I can't see much without my glasses," he said. The whip hissed and blurred.
Yvonne cried and let the lighted cigarette drop from her lips as she turned her back to him and hunched defensively.
She had a whip pad and bladder of fake blood strapped under the back of her dress. He laid the black tapered lash right up her spine and geysered more red syrup from what looked like a ghastly wound.
"I think I got it now," the actor said, squinting and hunching forward to feign poor eyesight. "Where'd the other bitch go?"
Sampson lowered Ellen back to the floor as the flames from the spilled torch fuel burned out. But the stone slabs beneath her feet were still hot. She howled and jerked her legs up, swinging around again.
"Goddamn it!" the actor screeched. "Hold still!"
He snapped the whip with a master's hand and lightly kissed the left cheek of her ass with the leather.
She yelped and jerked, swinging even more wildly now. He took careful aim, squinting to make it look difficult, and cracked the whip as she turned.
The perfectly timed stroke stung the other cheek of her ass. Ellen felt two sharp little stabs of pain, neither as bad as a bee sting, but her mind was primed to think the worst. She would have believed her ass now had three yawning cracks-two of them raw wounds dripping blood.
The tip of the lash was wet with sticky wet syrup and it transferred the red smears to Ellen's asscheeks. She could see it dribbling down.
"No, please! Sampson, make him stop!"
"Not now, he's just getting a feel for the whip."
"He'll kill me!" she cried. "Look what he did to those girls."
Yvonne and Yvette tossed and squirmed on the floor, straining not to laugh while they played at being badly hurt. Eden had to turn her head from the door. Being a sensitive girl, she could almost feel their wounds.
"What girls? Where'd they go?" The whip handler looked high where they had been standing, not on the floor where they slithered in sticky corn syrup dyed red as blood. Their only real pain was knowing they'd have to scrub the floor and the spattered walls when this was done. Jonathan Starr insisted that even his dungeon be kept as neat as a pin.
The whip hissed like a venomous snake and this time struck dead-center in the strap-widened crack of Ellen's ass. It wasn't really a hard snap, but on the tender puckered rim of her shithole it didn't have to be.
Pain like a hot dagger stabbed into her ass.
Ellen's blood-curdling cry rattled the oak-planked door and made Eden look again, fearful she might see her mother's ass whipped to a bloody pulp.
With matching red welts from the whip tongue, and fake blood spattered all around, the illusion was perfect. Perfectly awful to Eden's narrowed eyes.
"Please stop!" Ellen screamed. "Fuck my ass, if you want, but don't whip me again! Please, I beg you!"
Eden gulped and watched the gaunt man holding the whip flash a delighted lewd grin. "You really want my twisted cock up your ass?"
"Ooooh, yes! Please!"
"Starr won't take you back if I do it to you," he warned.
"No, he said he would adore me. Be forever in my debt.'
"He ties! He wouldn't fuck you with a pointed stick!"
Eden winced outside the door. Where had she heard those words before? Yvonne! She said the same thing in her room last night, or in her dreams, Eden did not know which. How could Yvonne have known what the wretched old man would say?
"Please fuck my ass! I'll make it good for you! I'm a virgin back there! So tight and hot!"
Ellen's screaming torment made the old man's cock hard. It thrust through the open front of his cape like a crooked stick.
Sampson adjusted the supporting cord so that Ellen teetered lightly on the tips of her toes, head down and silky black hair strewn all over the floor.
Eden shivered in the chilling damp hall, but her eyes stayed glued to the bobbing head of the old man's cock as it nudged into her mother's asscrack.
The virgin teenager's pussy squirmed. This wasn't a dream, she was certain of that. Her mother's tight ass was about to get fucked for the very first time. Eden's pussy clenched and squirmed in sympathy.
They were close to the door and angled so that Eden had a clear view of his cockhead rubbing the dark circle of flesh into which it would stab.
He teased around the clenching asshole and then slanted his crooked cock down. The astringent cream still glossed the lips of her cunt. He wet his cockhead in the simmering broth, thinking that might help.
"Aaaggghhh!" Ellen cried. "Nnnooo!"
The old man fucked his gaunt hips and jabbed his wet cock half its length up her ass. The twist of his kinky old prick distorted the sleek asshole as it drove in, and then the hot puckering cream made her shit hole clamp even harder on him.
Eden winced with force enough to wring tears from her blue eyes. It was awful watching a man's cock twist and jab into her mother's ass for the first time. Bad enough thinking how Ellen must hurt, but worse because somehow Eden knew it was a vision of things to come.
In her wildly beating heart Eden knew she'd be fucked unless she could somehow escape from Starr's castle before he completed his devious plan. Only one important question remained to be answered in her own mind.
Did she really want to escape?
CHAPTER FIVE
Ellen Collier had already suffered and enjoyed some bizarre sexual adventures, but this was by far the most stimulating. The sight of Yvonne and Yvette so badly cut by the whip tensed every muscle and nerve in her body.
Being bound with her head down and facing neck between her legs, then whipped on the ass added real pain to her torturing mental anguish, and when the man she knew as Mizer rammed his gnarled cock up her ass, that made her torment complete.
Her asshole burned with the heat of the cream his cock carried into the clenching ass, which was tight and hot already. And bound as she was, she could look up and actually see his bent cock fuck into her ass.
Each thrust was an agony of shock and straining muscle. Her rippling asshole flew into a frenzy of wild spasms that made them both moan. Ass fucking was both better and worse than she expected.
The pain stunned her senses and spread convulsive waves of jerking motion throughout her ripe body. But like an echo, she felt surging tremors of pleasure come firing back. She grunted as he fucked his cock in and heaved breathy moans when he pulled back.
Eden watched in breathless shock, fascinated by her mother's responses. Ellen rocked and swayed, kept on her feet only by the stretchy cord clipped to her waist belt. She made savage animal noise-not of pain, but of extreme pleasure. Or perhaps, Eden thought, she's so tormented she cannot tell one from the other.
She watched Ellen's strap-bound ass start to swivel and lunge back to meet the old man's warped cock, and then she started screaming again, but she no longer begged him to stop.
"Fuck me, you old fart! Ram it in hard! Ooooh, I love your twisted cock! It does such wonderful things to my ass!"
"You have a great ass to do things to," he said. "I can't believe you kept it cherry for so long."
"I can't either now! The pain is exquisite! I'm going to cum, you old fucker! I'm going to cum with you so hard!"
"Yeah, I can feel your ass heating up! And it's getting tighter all the time!"
"Shoot me with jism! That will make it slide more smoothly!"
"You want cum up your ass? Hang in there, bitch! Here it comes! Hunrunnngh!" He fucked and twisted deep into her, violently distorting her sleek asshole.
"I hope you got a big load for me, bastard! I love to feel cum gush like steam!"
Eden kept watching, both shocked and enthralled by her mother's writhing ass movements. She must really like the old man's cock fucking into her. The girl's pussy clenched and squirmed, trying to imagine what it must feel like.
Yvonne's sucking and clit-fucking-real or in a dream-had ignited sensations Eden did not understand. She still felt the cold shivers of fear, but now pulsing heat came with them, spreading from her cherry cunt almost as though the old man's crooked cock was in her.
Slick, warm oils seeped from her pussy and heated her quivering cuntlips. Remembering the thrill of orgasm with Yvonne, Eden moaned and dropped both hands. She fingered her clit with one and stirred her simmering cunt-juices to a boil. The middle finger of her other hand slipped into her cuntslit and she heaved a moan so deep and loud they'd have heard it in the dungeon if her mother hadn't been wailing in rapture.
Eden twirled her swollen clit in a slippery flood of cunt-juice and probed gently with the other hand to feel her cherry. It walled off her inner pussy, which seethed and squirmed just as the secret door and vanishing wall of bricks blocked the stairway descending into the dungeon.
She pressed on the leathery web of flesh and tried to imagine it being torn away. Eden cringed at the thought, but her finger kept probing. She gulped and moaned, tempted by the heat of lust to jab hard and break through, but the girl knew her tender cherry was highly prized.
A man would want to break it. A man would want to split her seal and make her pussy bleed. Eden's mind wandered in dazed delight as the contractions of climax began. What man would claim the honor of taking her chaste little web? Not one like Mizer. She cringed looking at his sunken, beady eyes and beak nose. Not Sampson. He was so huge that he frightened her.
Besides-she almost laughed-he doesn't have a cock. Seeing the intensity of the old man's delight while fucking Ellen's ass, Eden felt suddenly very sorry for Sampson, who could only stand and watch.
Then she saw a fleeting vision of Jonathan Starr's handsome, distinguished face. His warm smile, seductive glances. Of course when she had seen that look, Starr's eyes were focused on her mother. But Eden had to wonder if he really wanted her. Yvonne said he didn't, and she heard it again tonight.
Eden sighed and slumped against the door, still finger-teasing her juicy clit and straining cherry. Starr was more than twice her age, about forty, but so trim and lean that he looked much younger.
Her climax came to a raging end, a thrilling tension and then complete release. And all the time her pussy spasmed, she saw a mental vision of Jonathan's face. Was it only her own wishful thinking, or was it some kind of message like her bizarre dreams? Either way, Eden felt certain Starr would be the one to claim her. The only question was when.
Jonathan Starr walked into the dungeon through another door while Eden's climax and her mother's ass-fired orgasm were both winding down. "Ellen, how sweet you look with your head up your ass."
"Oooh, Jonathan!" she cried. "It was awful!"
"Don't bullshit me, bitch. I've had enough of that. A fucking nympho whore pretending to be such a proper lady."
He laughed.
"So impressed when all I did was kiss your hand. Even that made your pussy so hot and wet I could smell it!"
"Of course, I love you!" Ellen sobbed.
"You love cock, and you love money. You're nothing but a whore. It's going to be a real pleasure to watch Mizer fuck your slutty cunt."
"Hey!" the actor said indignantly. "I thought you were going to marry her."
"Marry a whore? Mizer, you must think I'm a complete fool. She's had more cock in her than an army latrine."
"Our deal was, I get to fuck the cunt you're going to marry!" the actor said angrily, all according to their script. Starr knew Eden was outside the door and he wanted her to hear.
"No, Mizer! I'd never let another man touch her! She's still cherry! Mine will be the first and the only cock my pretty princess ever feels! But you can fuck her mother!"
"Her mother? Heh, heh-that might be fun. Where is she?"
"You got your warped cock up her ass. Why don't you fuck it into the cunt my innocent young bride came out of?"
"No!" Ellen screamed.
"No, what?" Starr asked coldly. "You don't want my old friend's gnarled cock twisting into your pussy?"
"No, I don't want you to touch my baby!"
"Your baby is a beautiful young woman," Starr said. "And long past due for fucking. I'll try her soon, and if she's good enough, I'll keep her."
Mizer laughed now. "How many virgins have you tried already, Jonathan."
"A hundred or so."
Eden staggered back from the door and choked on a startled gasp. Starr was talking about fucking her-not with love, not after they were married, but as some kind of obscene audition. Now her anger boiled and raged instead of her slinky wet cunt. Her pussy turned as cold as a tunnel of ice.
"You'll never touch me!" she hissed under her breath. "I'll break my own cherry with a broom handle before I give it to you!"
Starr said, "I've tried many and not found the right one. But now I have it figured out. Women are like horses. The bloodline really counts, and Eden's is perfect-a sweet innocent girl that sprang from the cunt of a whore. I'll teach her and train her and make her the best fuck this world has ever known."
Ellen screamed. "You're a monster!"
"Perhaps," Starr said blandly. "Also a master. Women go wild for my cock. What a pity you'll never feel it, Ellen. But I want you to know what your daughter will be getting."
"I don't want to know!"
"You don't have a choice, bitch. I know you won't want to look at Mizer's ugly face while he fucks you, so I'm going to sit where you can watch me."
Despite her shocked rage, Eden pressed an eye to the crack in the door that gave her the best view of the chair Starr sat down in. It was on an elevated platform, facing the door, and he seemed to be looking right at her.
The intensity of his smoldering gaze made her shudder, but then she thought, he can't see me. Sampson was down on one knee and taking off the bar that bound Ellen's legs spread.
She sighed and straightened up, dizzy as blood drained from her hammering skull.
"Do you want to fuck this whore's cunt?" Sampson asked the ugly old man.
"As long as I have my cock out, why not?"
"How would you like her?"
"On the rack. No, her cunt's been stretched by so many cocks that would only make it worse. Put the bitch in the Iron Maiden."
"An excellent choice, sir! The Maiden makes even the most shameless slut feel like a young virgin."
"Clam it down real tight," the actor said. "The crank is calibrated by age, sir. How young would you like her to feel."
"How old is her daughter."
"Eighteen, sir."
"Let's start there. If I want her tighter, I'll let you know."
"Very good, sir," Sampson said.
Eden had no idea what an Iron Maiden was, and she was afraid to find out. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the crack in the door.
She watched Starr seat himself in a high-backed chair that looked like something out of an execution chamber. There were half circle steel shackles on the arms and legs of the chair, and a thing like a helmet on a flexible shaft. Wires ran down and plugged into an electronic control panel with dozens of dials and knobs. Not all of Starr's torture devices were antiques from the age of real terror.
But the Iron Maiden was patterned after an authentic medieval torture device, like a suit of armor that could be made to contact slowly and crush the victim inside. Bones snapped and crunched, flesh turned to bloody mush. Starr's version would not go quite that far, arid it was designed to provide more pleasure for the to torturers.
The Maiden looked like half of a beautiful woman lying on her back. Metal plates formed to match a female figure spanned the back and curved up the sides, lipped over to contain a real woman inside without covering her tits, belly or pussy-mound.
The arms and legs of the Maiden were spread and built with form-fitting covers that could be closed to encase the limbs completely. Eden winced and moaned as Sampson led her mother toward the awful thing.
Ellen shuddered, but she was too frightened to make a sound. And she did not think to resist. With a man the size of Sampson gripping her arms, what good would it do?
"You're going to feel like a young virgin again," Starr said, slouched comfortably in the sinister electric chair. "Can you remember what that's like, whore?"
"I remember."
"Who got your cherry?" Starr asked curiously. "Can you count back that many cocks?"
"A girl never forgets her first time," Ellen said. Sampson was lifting her onto the table that supported the Iron Maiden.
"Was it your husband on your honeymoon?"
Eden nodded outside the door. That's how her mother had said it was.
Ellen gulped and heaved a forlorn little sigh. si
She first thought to lie, but knew they would torture the truth from her if she did.
"No, it wasn't my husband-" She choked and couldn't say more.
"Who was it, cunt? Who started you down the long, winding road of insatiable lust?"
"My father!" she moaned.
"Ooooh, my God!" Eden felt a lump like a boulder rise in her throat and then drop into the pit of her stomach. "Grandpa?"
"Then my brothers," Ellen said, breaking into a sad peal of laughter. "It was their birthday present to me."
Eden had three uncles on her mother's side-and a sudden, sick feeling of disgust deep in her gut. The whole family had fucked her mother when she was young! No wonder she turned into such a wanton. What could possibly matter after that?
"Well," Starr said, smiling. "Then I guess it's a good thing Eden is an only child. And that her father, shall we say-left the scene before getting his cock in her."
Ellen tried to say something, but the words got mangled by her wracking sobs. Sampson had her clamped in the Maiden with arms and legs spread. He was turning a crank at the end of the table.
"Shall we count back through the years, Mrs. Collier?" he asked in a butler's formal tone.
"Twenty. Nineteen-"
"Hungh!" Ellen's lush figure bulged and trembled as moving parts of the Iron Maiden slowly contracted. A thing like a steel girdle made her pussy feel unbearably tight.
"Eighteen!" Sampson screamed.
"Now you know how Eden feels," Starr said, unzipping the fly of his tailored white suit. "Imagine her reaction the first time she sees this."
Starr pulled out a thick cock a foot long, a towering pillar of vein-ridged prick already almost fully hard. Watching Ellen's beautiful big tits bulge made him hard, even though she was a slut. She looked enough like her luscious young daughter to make any man's cock hard.
Eden did not have to imagine what her reaction would be. The heavy weight like a huge stone in the pit of her stomach dropped again. She felt it in the depths of her cunt, like she was being brutally fucked from the inside out.
Ellen stared at his cock and nervously licked her taut lips. "See what you missed?"
"Yyyyeeessss!"
"And you want it, don't you, whore."
"You know I do!"
"Too bad, cunt! All this goes to your little girl." Starr sat fondly stroking his long cock, gazing toward the closed door in a way that made Eden's flesh crawl.
"Wh-what happens to me?" Ellen asked in a tight voice. Clamping pressure made it hard for her to speak. "I mean when Mizer is through."
The lecherous old man was climbing up on the table, positioning himself between the Iron Maiden's spread and crushing legs.
"Ooooh, I thought Sampson told you. If Eden is good enough to marry, I'll let you stay here. Sampson says he wants you. I guess there is no accounting for the taste of the servant class. He seems to think you'll make a good wife."
"Wife?" she asked.
"Yes, all legal and proper. There's the family reputation to think of. And Sampson is man enough to keep you faithful to him-even if he has to keep you here in the dungeon."
"I can't marry him. He hasn't got a cock!"
Starr grinned wryly. "That's going to be hell for you, isn't it?"
"Yes, I need a man. A real man!"
"And you'd take me, wouldn't you? Even after all I've done?"
"Yes! Oooh, yes! I'd love to fuck you! And I'd be so much better than Eden. I know things it will take her years to learn."
"I'll think about it," Starr said. "If you help me train Eden, I might let you have my cock once in a while."
"If I what?"
The actor fucked his gnarled cock down into her buttery cuntslit, but Ellen hardly noticed that.
"If you help me train Eden," Starr said. "She is surely the most reluctant virgin I've ever known. If you can make her beg for my cock, I'll reward you with a fuck or a suck now and then. I think a man should always be kind to his mother-in-law."
"You're a bastard!" Ellen moaned. "The absolute worst man I've ever known!"
"You think so? Look at that ugly bag of bones about to stick his cock in you now."
Ellen gawked and gagged. Mizer was leaning over her, leering to show a mouthful of crooked, broken teeth and drooling spittle all over her face.
"If you won't help me make Eden a good wife, his cock will be the last one you ever touch. You're clamped like a virgin!" Starr laughed. "And this might be your first and last fuck!"
Eden was astounded by his vicious cruelty, and at the same time strangely fascinated by his enormous cock. She could not look at it without thinking how it would feel stabbing into her tight cunt. And she could not stop looking at it.
The girl's eyes never strayed from his awesome prick, not even when she heard her mother's agonized moan. The bony old man was fucking her hard and fast. His scrawny frame slapped her lush flesh, made even more firm and enticing by the clamping pressure all around.
He fucked and twisted his cock into her, grunting and rasping with savage delight. "Make it good, bitch! Fuck my cock off! Heh, heh, heh-it might be the last one you ever get!"
Jonathan Starr could not stand just watching. He clapped his hands. "Yvonne! Yvette! Get your cute little asses in here."
Eden had forgotten all about them. She shifted to another crack and scanned the far end of the room. They weren't lying on the floor where they'd fallen, so badly hurt that blood gushed from gaping wounds.
They came out of the shadows clean and smiling, as though they had never been touched. That was easy to tell. They weren't wearing their maid's uniforms now. They both had on string bikinis made of supple black leather that hugged their petite curves.
Bikinis and shiny black shoes that made them look four or five inches taller and stressed their beautiful legs to stunning perfection.
"Which of you wants to suck my cock?" Starr asked, darting his eyes from one luscious little twin to the other.
"I do!" they both said.
"Hhhhmmmm, I do-it sounds like we're getting married."
"Oh no, sir! We're only your servants."
"My slaves is more like it!"
"Yes, sir! Slaves to your cock!"
"Will you still give it to us if you marry Eden?" Yvonne asked anxiously.
"Of course, my darlings. Eden is a beautiful child, but even she can't make me forget my own little girls."
"Oooh, thank you, Daddy!" they both cooed together. "You're the best father we could have!"
Eden did not hear or see what happened after that. She fainted dead away.
CHAPTER SIX
Eden awoke snug and warm in her bed the next morning, but a sharp spasm shot through her young body the moment her eyes flicked open. She gasped and sat up, glancing around the room in surprise. The girl had no idea how she got there.
She wasn't wearing her mother's long, filmy white negligee, which she distinctly remembered having on when she had passed out. Eden glanced down and saw she was wearing her own cotton pajamas, the most simple, least sexy night wear one could possibly put on.
That discovery had a calming effect, but only briefly. She could not have dreamed all she saw while peering through cracks in the dungeon's planked door. Not two nights in a row. She shook her head in bewildered dismay.
A knock sounded on her bedroom door.
"Eden?" her mother called anxiously. "Are you all right, dear?"
She found even the sound of her mother's voice quite puzzling. She sounded so natural. "I'm fine, Mother. How are you?"
Ellen opened the door and walked in. "I feel happy and excited as a young bride. But I was worried about you sleeping so late."
Mrs. Collier was wearing a pretty summer dress. Her hair was brushed, her make-up carefully applied. She was gorgeous without being overdone, looking just as a very young girl would like her mother to look.
"You're not hurt?"
"Hurt? Heavens no! How would I get hurt?"
"The man in the dungeon. The ugly one-"
"What dungeon? What ugly man?"
"The one who whipped you and-" Eden's voice choked. She did not even want to mention things she had seen.
"Dear, you must have had an awful dream. I spent the evening with Jonathan and the governor of this territory. We talked until quite late, then I went to bed. Alone!"
"Mother, I saw you in the dungeon. Sampson put you in chains, then a man called Mizer used m a bullwhip. Jonathan was there with Yvonne and Yvette. He's their father, but they have-they fuck!"
"Oh, Eden!" Her mother sat down on the bed and hugged the quaking girl to her lush tits. "You did have a terrible dream! You poor thing! There, there-it's all right."
"No, it's not all right! I know what you're doing. Jonathan wants you to get me ready for him."
"Ready for what, darling?"
"To fuck! He doesn't want you. He wants to fuck me!"
"Oooh," her mother said, looking kindly and wise at the same time. "I think my little girl is growing up-getting romantic notions about the wonderful man I'm going to marry."
"He's not a wonderful man, Mother. He's a monster! And he's not going to marry you. He's going to fuck me!"
"Jonathan would never do such a thing," Ellen said. "Not even if you wanted him to. Come downstairs with me, you'll see."
Starr was sitting at the breakfast table, sipping coffee and reading a business news magazine.
"Aaahhh, good morning," he said cheerfully. "My lovely bride and daughter-to-be!"
"You can quit the smiling act, Mr. Starr. I know what kind of man you really are!"
"Indeed? And what kind is that?" he asked with a puzzled look of innocence.
"A filthy lecher! An awful beast!"
"Eden!" her mother said sharply. "Stop that! Please excuse her, Jonathan. She had a nightmare and thinks it was real."
"Oh, you poor dear."
"I saw you last night in the dungeon!"
"Eden, I told you yesterday-I had that filled in and sealed off years ago."
"You did not! There's a fake wall of bricks behind the secret door. Somehow you can open that too. You let that awful man fuck my mother, and now you want to fuck me!"
Starr's face tensed a little. "I think she should see a doctor. Perhaps take a sedative."
"I'm not taking anything! You'd make it something that would turn me into a sex maniac."
"Eden," Starr said firmly. "Last night your mother and I entertained the governor of this territory."
"Lies! All lies! Everything you say is a lie!"
"No, he assured her. "That's the truth and I can prove it."
Sampson walked in just then.
"Would you please tell Eden about the security system?"
"Certainly, sir. There are hidden TV cameras all over the castle, and monitors watched by the guards."
Starr jumped in to explain. "A man in my position must worry about terrorists, kidnappers and thieves."
"So?"
"Well, things going on in the castle are watched and also recorded on videotape. Sampson, have security run the tape from the grand ballroom last evening."
"Yes, sir."
The giant butler opened an antique cabinet to reveal a TV and spoke softly on the telephone right beside it. The picture flashed with wavering multi-colored lines, then settled on a view of the ballroom with Starr, Ellen, and an elderly man in formal clothes having drinks before dinner. Yvonne and Yvette were serving them.
"Notice the date and time are recorded by a digital clock in the lower right corner."
"Yes," Eden said, watching the seconds tick off.
"Have security run it fast-forward," Starr said. "Otherwise this will take hours."
"Certainly, sir." Sampson spoke on the phone again and the picture speeded up, hurrying through the cocktail hour, a ten-course dinner and brandy served afterwards. The gathering went on until the wee hours of the morning.
"You could have faked that," Eden said. "You did it some other time and reset the clock."
"Eden-"
"I saw what I saw, and I know he wants to fuck me. Now you're helping him. You're all trying to make me crazy!" she cried.
Starr shook his head with a sad look of real concern.
"I know what you want!" she insisted. "And maybe I am crazy."
Eden started stripping off her clothes, frantically swirling her long black hair.
"Eden!" her mother screamed. "Stop that!"
The girl stood naked, lusciously tempting even with her jaw set in a look of grim defiance.
"There, you son of a bitch! I'm tired of playing mind games. Fuck me and get it over with!"
Starr looked greatly embarrassed and turned his head away, refusing to look at the girl's beautiful naked body.
"Look at me!" she demanded. "This is what you want, isn't it?"
She strode toward him, twined her arms around his neck and pumped her hips against his groin in frenzied fuck motions.
"Fuck my cunt, bastard! Don't fuck with my mind!"
Jonathan wiggled out of her demanding embrace, still keeping his head turned so he did not have to look at her wild writhing.
"Ellen, take her to her room," he said urgently. "Get her calmed down!"
"Yes, dear." Ellen grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her up the stairs.
Starr watched from below, feeling his cock twitch and throb at the sight of Eden's beautiful ass swaying as she went up the stairs. He grinned narrowly.
He did want to fuck her, but she wasn't quite ready. Not just yet. Starr wanted her really wild for him when he fucked his cock in, and he knew Ellen was going to help. She would do anything for him. She was worse than a whore.
It took over an hour of motherly comforting and consoling, but Ellen finally convinced Eden that her visions from the dungeon the night before were all part of a terrible nightmare.
Eden kept sobbing, distraught because of all she had seen, and dazed because Starr had pushed her and twisted away when she threw herself at him naked, fucking and squirming her raven-haired, ripely curved virgin pussy-mound at him.
She finally fell asleep, weary with anguish and tired from her wanderings in the dark of the night. Eden slept soundly for several hours, mercifully without dreams of violent lust. But she awoke with her pussy warm and wet, still not believing Starr could be so aloof and indifferent to her naked charms.
The girl climbed out of bed and stood naked before a full-length mirror, combing her fingers through her silky black curls of cunt-hair. She teased a finger around her clit and sighed, rocking her head back and swaying it side to side as the urgent heat of young lust boiled up in her loins.
Tremors of climax clenched the sleek tunnel of her cunt and fired shocks of pleasure that tingled out to her fingers and toes.
"Ungh!" she groaned deeply. "Aaahhh!"
Blessed relief flooded over her, but then Eden's softly curved body jerked stiff.
If there were hidden cameras all over the castle, there might be one in her bedroom. She glanced around anxiously, looking for the small, unblinking glass eye of the lens. Eden could find nothing like that anywhere, but still the hair prickled at the back of her neck-that nervous feeling one gets when being watched.
And she was right. The TV camera was behind the mirror, which was actually a piece of one-way glass. Jonathan Starr was standing less than three feet away when she masturbated herself to orgasm. He did not turn his head away. He leered delightedly and stared at her simmering virgin cuntslit the whole time.
Eden dressed in casual summer clothes, shorts and a clinging tube-type halter her mother bought for their trip to Starr's island paradise. She went out in the hall and started to look into every room.
Starr watched on a remote monitoring screen and called the security officers in the TV control room.
"She's heading your way now," he said. "Make it look like you're leaving for lunch."
"Yes, sir," a guard said, words clipped because his cock was aching. He had also watched Eden climax with her black-haired pussy filling a four-foot-wide projection TV screen. He wasn't going to have lunch, he was going to take a copy of the tape to the crew's quarters and jack-off with the replay.
Eden heard a door open at the end of the hall. Two men in uniform came out and went up a narrow service stairway to the employee's rooms on the third level.
She felt her heart race, watching them head up the stairs, saying they both planned to take a long lunch hour. Eden slipped into the control room as soon as they were out of sight, feeling quite smug and proud of herself for being so clever.
Starr watched her on his color screen, a joystick to manipulate the hidden cameras in one hand and his massive stiff cock in the other.
For a moment she stood just inside the control room door with a bewildered look on her face. There were more video screens lining the walls than in the TV newsroom she had toured with her class in high school.
Just by turning her head, she could look all over the castle. On one screen she saw Jonathan Starr sitting at the breakfast table with her mother, both talking in serious tones about her unstable mental condition.
Eden had no way to know it was a tape they'd made earlier, that Starr was at that moment feasting his eyes on firm young tits snugged into a tight-fitting tube of knit cloth. With her in view, so close that it seemed they could reach out and touch when the camera zoomed in, jacking off wasn't enough.
He called Yvonne and Yvette into the room. Sitting in a comfortable throne-like chair with a foot of hot prick standing almost straight up, he said, "I want to feel your tongues. Both of you. Down on your knees, cunts. Daddy wants his cock sucked."
"Oooh, yes!" they both squealed anxiously.
"We were hoping you'd want us again," Yvette said.
"Last night wasn't enough for us, Father. We're both so jealous, knowing how much you want to fuck Eden."
Hunched on their knees, Starr's illegitimate daughters put their heads together and tongued opposite sides of his cock, slowly working their blonde heads up and down.
"Lucky Eden!" one of them moaned.
"Take your time," Starr said. "Do it slow and easy at first. I'll tell you when I'm ready to cum."
"Yes, sir," Yvonne said. "Will you also tell us which one gets to suck and eat your jism."
"Don't I always?"
"Yes, and it's my turn," Yvette said sharply.
"I'll decide!" he snapped. "I'll reward the most clever little tongue! Suck me, girls! Eat daddy's cock while he checks out his young bride!"
There were hundreds and hundreds of video tapes stored on a rack along one wall, each labeled by room, date, and the span of time covered. Of course Eden had no trouble finding the one made last night in the dungeon downstairs.
As instructed, the security guards left it out on the counter in a box clearly marked dungeon, with last night's date. Eden snapped the cassette into one of the ten video recorders like those she and her mother sometimes rented to watch movies at home.
She switched on the VCR and watched the screen above, feeling her heart skip a beat as the familiar room lit by flaming torches rolled a few times before settling into stark clarity.
Eden had a far better view than she did peeping through cracks in the oak-planked door, and she found that by working a control on the VCR she could shift the point-of-view and zoom in for close-ups when she wanted.
Just as she'd suspected, Eden saw the things she had the night before-her mother harnessed with hands cuffed at her sides, the metal bar locked to her ankles to keep her legs spread.
For reasons she could not understand, watching the replay did not frighten her at all. Perhaps because people in this day and age were conditioned to think of most TV images as unreal.
Watching what she had seen before was exciting, and working the controls added to her pleasure. When the whip lashed Yvonne and Yvette, she zoomed in for screen-filling close-ups and ran the tape in slow motion to watch the blood fly.
And she did the same to watch Mizer's crooked cock fuck into her mother's ass. That made Eden squirm uncomfortably in a high-backed swivel chair she'd settled in to watch. She leaped up, suddenly curious and anxious to see more.
She found one rack of tapes all marked bridal suite-virgin, and a number. The numbers went up to over a hundred. Eden picked tapes at random and popped them into other machines on a long counter holding the electronic gear.
Eden kept popping in tapes and switching on color screens until she had all ten of them lit up along the wall of monitors that curved in a half circle like a panoramic view.
The center screen, larger and mounted above all the rest, showed the dungeon scene she remembered from the night before. Eden ran the tape fast-forward to the point where she passed out.
Yvonne and Yvette called Starr daddy and lewdly fondled his big cock. Eden couldn't really tell what was real and what had been carefully planned to shock her senseless.
On the screens below, Eden watched scenes all recorded in the same room, a luxurious bridal suite with an enormous round bed. It was covered with silky white fur that must have cost a small fortune.
Jonathan Starr was in every one of the bridal suite scenes, dressed in a bizarre leather harness styled at the top to look something like the collar and lapels of a tuxedo. But the straps that veed down to his groin were stuffed with gleaming chrome spikes.
A leather cup like a jock covered his balls, but his twelve inches of meaty thick cock projected through a ring in the black harness, a circle of leather studded with longer spikes than those on his chest.
Eden saw the same view of his cock on ten different screens, and she zoomed them all in to make it life-sized. She sat and stared in too fascination at ten feet of throbbing cock, all seen from slightly different angles.
Her pussy clenched and squished simmering cunt-juice enough to dampen her shorts. She gulped and squirmed, easing the controls back for a wider view. Starr had a different girl with him on each of the smaller screens.
Last night she'd heard him say he had tried over a hundred young virgins, and now she knew that was true. And how gorgeous each one of them was!
They all wore skimpy white renditions of a wedding gown. Satin and lace that hugged and molded their stunning figures, low-cut with a deep plunging vee front and a short white skirt barely long enough to cover their otherwise naked cunts and asscheeks.
The girls all wore long white veils when Sampson brought them into the room, where Starr stood waiting with his giant cock stiff and hard. Eden watched in eerie fascination, turning her head from side to side like someone watching a tennis match.
She saw a wide range of emotions when Starr lifted their veils for a passionate, tongue-thrusting kiss-the first thing he did in each of the similar scenes.
Some of the girls looked frightened, as might be expected. Others were tense, seemingly numb, but accepting of what was to happen. A few looked worried but anxious, and fondled Starr's cock while he kissed and hugged them, working his hands into the low-cut vee fronts of their provocative wedding costumes. One girl was really horny, like she could not wait to get fucked. Eden sat watching and wondered what her reaction would be.
The girls were all young and all seductively beautiful, each in her own way. One redhead was as tall as Jonathan Starr, lithe and lovely with fabulous long legs.
One with short, curly black hair was smaller than the petite maids, Yvonne and Yvette. She wasn't quite five feet tall, but she had mouthwatering ripe curves on a very small scale.
There was a girl with radiant dark-brown hair so long that it almost swept the floor. Starr took a little longer with her. He wrapped her silky dark hair around his giant cock and stroked it lewdly, eyes tightly shut in rapture.
The girls were all shapes and sizes, one with a beautiful, big pair of tits that made even Ellen's lush tits look small.
There were blondes, brunettes and redheads, a rainbow of hair colors, but all of the girls had one thing in common. Each one had her cherry intact when Starr threw her down on the bed.
Their cunts all bled when Starr fucked his cock into them, and he seemed particularly contrary in the way he did that. The girls who were really anxious got it slowly, inch by painful inch, until they were screaming and begging for him to break through.
Those who were fearful got fucked deep and hard with one plunging thrust that ripped through their cherry like a battering ram. Their blood gushed and they screamed when his deep-rooted cock twisted to demolish the tatters of their torn cunts.
Eden shivered and squirmed right along with each one. Then she was gripped by a perverse impulse. She carefully synchronized all of the tapes at a point just a split second before Starr's cock ripped through a tender cherry. She zoomed each screen in to a tight close-up showing just his long cock and different cunts it was about to ravage for the first time.
Then she ran all the tapes forward at once. Ten cocks-all of them Jonathan Starr's ripped into ten wailing virgins. Ten writhing beauties all screamed at once, and their bloodied cunts wiggled like speared fish.
Eden's cunt clenched with such force that she gritted her teeth in response. But she backed all the tapes up and watched the moment of entry again and again in slow motion. She studied the fearsome moment of penetration on each screen and wondered which was closest to what would happen to her.
She was sure now that it would happen. Starr would have her dressed as a bride in a skimpy, sexy, short little white gown with a long veil. And he would have Sampson deliver her to the room whether she was ready or not.
Watching the tapes again and again, Eden decided that Starr liked the timid and fearful girls most. Some because so hysterical they had to be handcuffed for him to go on fucking. Some had to be strapped down tight with white leather bondage devices hidden beneath the luxurious fur bedspread. Others screamed with such shrilling intensity that they had to be muzzled like dogs, with white leather headstraps to keep their mouths shut.
Eden vowed not to increase his cruel pleasure. She knew there was no hope of escape-not with guards watching spy cameras day and night, the high stone walls, a draw bridge locked upright to block the arched entryway, and a moat full of hungry crocodiles just beyond that.
She resigned herself to getting fucked, to becoming another trophy in Starr's vast collection of virgin fuck tapes, but Eden steeled her nerves to take it without making a sound or moving a muscle.
Jonathan Starr would cruelly violate her as he had all the rest, but she swore that this time it would be nothing he would enjoy. She would blank her mind and make it like fucking a dead body for him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jonathan Starr switched off the TV monitor in the room next to Eden's. "She's ready now. Get her dressed and ready to fuck."
"No, please!" Ellen begged. "I can't do that! Not to my little girl!"
"Why not? You saw her running the tapes back and forth, watching my cock rip through one cherry right after another."
"Eden was right," Ellen said. "You're a monster!"
"And you wanted to marry me," he reminded her.
"Because I thought you were a wonderful man. So sweet and so sincere."
"Bullshit! You wanted my cock like all the rest. You wanted a fucking millionaire!"
"All right! You can't blame a woman for wanting a life of luxury!"
"That you can still have," he said. "If Eden is good enough to keep, you can stay here with her-in a grand castle on an island in paradise!"
"Made slave to a giant oaf with no cock?" she asked sharply, recalling how Starr had said he would give her to Sampson.
"That would be hell for you, wouldn't it? One of the world's great cunts made slave to a man who can't do a thing with it." Starr chuckled and stroked the blonde hair of his two young daughters.
Yvonne was the one he decided to favor by letting her suck and swallow his cum only moments before, while Yvette watched with lips pursed in an envious pout and Ellen Collier looking on with a sick look of disgust.
"Don't look so sick. Telling you Sampson doesn't have a cock is just one of daddy's cruel tricks."
"Yeah," Yvonne said, smiling, licking and smacking her lips. They were still glossed with Starr's throat-filling flood of cum. "Sampson's cock is even bigger than our daddy's."
Ellen flashed her eyes from one to the other. Both girls were grinning lewdly. Starr's face reflected no emotion at all.
"Is that true?" she asked him. "Does Sampson still have his cock?"
"Yes, it's true. My naughty girls should not have told you yet, but he does."
"And is it really bigger than yours?"
"Ask them," he said, looking to Yvonne and Yvette. "They've had them both."
"Sampson's is bigger," the girls said.
Ellen looked at the size of Starr's limp cock, just sucked dry by an adoring little blonde-his own daughter. She gulped and swallowed hard, but slowly a grin curved her lips as lewdly as Yvonne's or Yvette's.
"I'm going to be generous and give you a choice," Starr said. "You can either go into Eden's room, dress her for a night in my bridal chamber and lick her pussy so it's ready to fuck, or-"
"Or what?" she asked anxiously.
"Or you can suck Sampson's cock to the root. I'd tike to see if you can swallow it all."
"I-I've never sucked off a man that big," she said. "But I'll try."
"You'd rather do that than suck Eden's cherry cunt for me?"
"Yes." Ellen said firmly. "Oooh, yes!"
"All right, girls. Give her Sampson's cock."
They both giggled and pulled a large glass jar full of liquid from under a drape that covered the base of Starr's comfortable chair. What looked like a huge severed cock was coiled and floating inside.
Ellen screamed and clamped her eyes tightly shut, violently shaking her head. "No! Oooh, God no!"
Her face flushed green and both hands clamped over her mouth to keep from throwing up.
Starr laughed. "I told you Sampson still had his cock. I didn't tell you he still had it on."
"You're worse than a monster!" Ellen moaned. "You are positively depraved!"
"Perhaps-but I'm kind enough to let you change your mind. Would you rather suck Eden's cunt and get it ready for me?"
"Yes!" she sobbed.
"All right, I'll sit back of her mirror and watch."
Ellen rushed out of the room, sadly hunched and still feeling sick. Starr and the two tiny blondes laughed uproariously when the door slammed behind her.
Starr said, "That plastic cock does it every time!"
* * *
Eden felt nervous and strangely excited when she walked back into her room. She had run a second batch of tapes in the bank of machines and watched Starr's huge cock fuck another ten virgins all in one kind of bondage or another. He used chains, steel shackles, straps and rough hemp rope. Always something a little different.
Some girls were bound on the fur bedspread with their legs strapped together so tightly that he could hardly get his cock in. He locked the ankles of others to a leg-spreading bar that clicked wider and wider like a car jack, until it seemed the poor virgin's crotch would split.
One was strapped into a rhinestone-studded harness and dangled from the ceiling over his luxurious bed. Starr sprawled on his back with a control button in one hand while the other held his giant cock upright.
He let the whimpering girl down with some kind of pulley system that descended inch by inch and spun her around like a top at the same time. She literally screwed onto his cock, burned by the heat of friction until her cherry tore and soothing virgin blood began to flow.
Eden stared out the barred window at a magnificent view of the vivid blue sea. A white crescent of sparkling sand curved along the shore-the most beautiful beach she had ever seen. And Starr's long white yacht lazed at anchor.
This was paradise, she decided, but the bars on her bedroom window kept snapping her mind back to the grim facts of life. She was a prisoner, not an honored guest in his castle. She was a piece of meat to be fucked bloody, no more highly regarded than a prime filet steak charbroiled blood rare.
Eden heard the door rattle and turned with an air of weary resignation. She expected to see Sampson coming into her room, carrying a white leather bondage-bride's harness, and short, sexy white gown. But it was her mother who walked into the room carrying those things.
"Hello, dear," she said with an edgy voice. "It's time for you to get ready."
"You sound like a prison warden about to take me to the gallows."
"I feel worse than that," Ellen said. "But neither of us has a choice."
Eden nodded her head. "He's corrupted you completely. You come in here with a harness for him to restrain me, that sexy little costume so I'll look like a real bride."
"It doesn't have to be all bad," Ellen said, feeling terribly traitorous. "If you're really good, he will marry you. Think of being the wife of Jonathan Starr."
"I'd rather die."
"Darling, listen to me. I know it seems frightening now, but there's nothing better than no a man with a big cock."
"You should know, you've had so many. Starting with your father, for God's sake!"
"Wh-where did you hear that?"
"Outside the dungeon last night. Again today on videotape, Starr records everything. You'll get to watch my brutal rape over and over and over again. You can zoom in close and run it in slow motion."
"Eden, this isn't pleasant for me either. Stan-is giving me to Sampson, and he has no cock at all!"
"Oh, yes he does, Mother. I saw it."
"I did too-in a jar like a lab specimen." Ellen looked sick just thinking about that.
"That must be another of Jonathan's tricks. I ran tapes today that show Sampson fucking with a cock even bigger than Starr's. He puts on that phony plastic wound just to make everything more scary."
"Oooh, well!" Ellen heaved a massive sigh of relief. She was thinking that if Sampson's cock was really bigger than Starr's, this might be paradise after all. "It's time to get ready. I want you to please Jonathan. I want you to try very hard."
"I won't do it, Mother. I'm going to act like a dead body."
"Eden! Think how rich he is! We'll have a wonderful life, both of us."
"He'll think I'm a corpse!"
"Oooh, Eden!" she moaned. "I know you watched all those tapes of Jonathan fucking other girls, and I know you're more beautiful than any of them. You can make Jonathan love you, want you more than all of them put together."
"I'll make him think I died three days ago," she said.
"Think of our future!" Ellen begged.
"I'm thinking more about your past, Mother. Fucked by your own father, for God's sake!"
"Eden, I've never told this to anyone. And most people would think it's awful, but-"
"But what?" Eden glared. "I know-I can tell by that look. You're going to tell me you liked it."
"I did," she confessed very softly, shivering excitedly even now. "When daddy first stuck his cock into me, it was the most thrilling moment of my whole life."
"That's because you're a filthy, fucking whore!"
Ellen hissed and slapped Eden hard across the face. "And you're a stupid cherry cunt! Don't knock it until you've tried it. Jonathan's going to fuck you, bitch! He's going to fuck you good! And he's going to make you like it whether you want to or not!"
Eden yelped in shock when the slap struck across her cheek, blazing a welt in the shape of her mother's hand. She reeled backward in a dizzying spiral, whirled around by the force of the blow.
She fell on the bed, screaming and sobbing.
"I'm going to get you ready for him, you brainless cunt! I'm going to lick and suck your pussy until you beg for him to fuck you!"
"Aggghhh!" Eden howled.
Ellen stripped the halter off over the girl's head. Then she grabbed her daughter's shorts and felt the sultry dampness that seeped out while Eden was watching Starr's collection of virgin fuck tapes.
"Ha! Your precious cherry cunt is hot already. Inside, you must be a cock-lover like me!"
"I don't want to be anything like you!"
"But you are, sweetheart. It's in your bloodin' virgin's blood Jonathan Starr will spill not long from now." Ellen yanked off her daughter's tight shorts while Eden kicked and screamed in snarling hysteria.
Eden's hands dropped to her black cuntslit, fingers clawing. "He will not get my cherry! I'm going to stick a finger through it! I'm going to rip and tear until it looks like I fucked an elephant!"
"No, you won't!" Ellen caught the girl's wrists and they struggled, scratching at each other like two alley cats.
Jonathan Starr sat watching, Yvonne and Yvette kneeling down by his side. His cock hardened quickly as he watched the pitched battle through the panel of one-way glass.
"Oooh, Daddy," Yvette said. "Can I suck it for you? I haven't tasted any of your jism today."
"Not now," her sister said. "Daddy's got to save some for Eden. If she's really good, she'll be sort of our stepmother. Won't that be fun?"
"I want my fun now," Yvette said peevishly. "You got to suck jism today, I didn't."
"Shut up, both of you! And quit bragging about being my daughters. You're both bastards! You're both fucking maids, and don't you ever forget that!"
They both hung their pretty heads. Then Yvette said, "Yes, Daddy. Yes, Father, my love!"
"Bitch!" he growled. "You're doing that on purpose. You want me to punish you!"
"Yes, Daddy!" Yvette smirked. "How are you going to do it? Fuck my cunt? Fuck my ass? Make me eat your cock and swallow your cum?"
"That's not punishment for a cock-hungry little cunt like you. It's pure pleasure."
Starr unscrewed the jar lid and took out the hideously realistic plastic cock. It was clammy, wet and cold.
"Suck this," he said. "Or fuck it in your cunt. Or shove it up your ass. Whatever you do, I want it out of sight. Take it all in you, bitch! That will be your punishment."
"No, Daddy! It's so ugly, even if it isn't real. And it's icy cold!"
Yvonne said, "I'll make her do it, Daddy! I'll ram it up her ass so you won't see it!"
"No you won't! I'll scratch your eyes out. I don't give a shit if you are my sister!"
Starr sat back and grinned smugly, dividing his attention between four bitches fighting viciously on opposite sides of the one-way glass. What fun it was to manipulate emotional females!
Eden's screaming struggles proved useless. Her mother was stronger and more fiercely determined. She twisted an arm behind the girl's back and pressed a knee between her shoulder blades, grinding her tits almost flat on the bed.
"You simpering bitch!" Ellen snarled. "I can't wait to watch your cherry pop! I will, you know! I'll watch it live and I'll watch it on tape, over and over again!"
Ellen grabbed the special white harness Starr had prepared for her daughter. The straps of this one were wrapped in a covering of regal white fur, handcrafted especially for Jonathan Starr. us
The woman rubbed the silky white fur against a cheek flushed red by the strain of battling her daughter into submission. "John must have special plans for you, darling. This is bondage fit for a queen!"
"The queen of tarts?" Eden asked bitterly. "That's you, Mother!"
"No, dear! Jonathan made that quite clear to me. My role is to prepare you-and then to accept whatever reward he thinks I deserve. Oooh, I hope he gives me to Sampson-now that I know he's really got a huge cock!"
She wrestled her daughter into the bra-like top of her white harness. The sleek fur brushed softly against the girl's reddened flesh and sparked little tingles of sensuous pleasure. But that barely softened the restraint of harsh straps within.
Open rings of fur-trimmed leather circled Eden's tits and made them bulge when her mother jerked the strap tight and buckled it behind her back.
Eden sobbed, feeling her nipples bulge and darken as they filled with the trapped heat of her lust. Twin strips of slinky white fur went down her front and back to a waist cincher five inches wide. That broad strap was also sheathed in beautiful white fur.
"My little daughter, about to become queen of the castle," Ellen said. "Long live the queen!
Long fuck the king's cock!"
From the front of the broad waistband an inverted vee of luxurious white fur spread around the puffed lips of Eden's cherry cunt. Ellen clawed a hand between her daughter's creamy smooth thighs and pulled the strap ends up back of her ass.
The inverted vee narrowed as tension increased, clenching the lips of Eden's cuntslit. They buckled tightly to the broad waistband in back. Eden squirmed and tossed onto her back, tightly harnessed, but still with her arms and legs free.
Ellen gawked for a moment, amused by the way the fur harness made it look like Eden's cunt-hair had spread wildly and turned pure white.
"There's one more thing to go on before your gown," Ellen said. It looked tike a dog's collar, a two-inch wide strap of white leather, studded with rhinestones. "Isn't that pretty?"
Eden scratched and clawed, but Ellen fought between her flailing arms and cinched the collar around the girl's neck.
"All right!" Eden scowled. "You got me this far, but you aren't sucking my cunt! I'll kick your teeth right down your throat."
Both legs curled like pistons about to explode with brute force, but then Starr pushed a remote control button on the other side of the glass. in
Eden's collar clenched tightly around her throat. "Aaaggghhh!"
Starr kept his finger on the button until Eden flopped back on the bed, legs weak and trembling for lack of breath, both hands clawing uselessly at the collar that was choking her life away.
Ellen flashed a brief look of sympathy. "You see, darling? Jonathan is still in control. Jonathan Starr is always in control! Now spread your legs like a good little girl and let me lick your pussy and get it hot and wet for him."
"Nnnuuugh!" Eden gasped. The collar was still choking tighter. The girl had to relent and spread her legs wide.
"That's my sweet girl. Now let me kiss your pussy and make it feel better."
Eden moaned as the collar tightened around her neck. She clawed at it with both bands but was helpless against the unseen force clamping tighter within. She knew the battle was lost. She heaved a strangled sob and meekly spread her legs. Ellen bowed her head and licked into her daughter's cringing cunt with a rasping, wolfish noise.
"I've never tasted cherry cunt before," Ellen said. "It's so sweet and tart, so absolutely luscious, my love."
"Mother, please-don't do this to me!"
"You liked it when Yvonne ate your cunt. lit
When you fucked your clits together you had marvelous climaxes."
"Yes, but she's not my mother!"
"Don't mind me. I'm just a whore!' Ellen's hot breath flooded over Eden's bounding pussy-slit. The white fur harness made her cuntlips puff more enticingly than normal. Curly sprigs of glossy black cunt-hair blended with the fur.
"Hungh! Stop it, Mother! My God!" Eden knew she was not going to be able to play the lifeless body when Starr stuck his cock in her. She wasn't that good an actress. Her mother's tongue burned in her anxious pussy like one of the fiery torches that lit the dungeon downstairs.
Eden could feel the heat sinking into her untouched cunt depths, rebounding as her cunt muscles clenched and worked her pussy-juice to the surface, spreading it as her whole body began to buck and writhe.
"You're going to be a great fuck," her mother said. "You want it bad!"
She thrust with her tongue, jarred Eden's cherry and hooked back delicious virgin cunt-juice into her mouth.
"No! Don't make me want such an awful thing!"
"You're going to love it! You're going to be the wife of a man who's the answer to every woman's dreams."
Jonathan Starr sat behind the glass panel that looked like mirror, grinning and letting Yvonne suck his cock. She had fought off her sister and plopped the hideous plastic one back in the jar.
Eden was about ready for fucking. Her mother was a lusty cunt-sucker who tongue-lashed the girl to a grinding climax in no time at all. Yes, Eden was ready to have her cherry split wide open-but Starr sat smiling while Yvonne sucked his cock and made him cum.
He was in no hurry. There would be plenty of time to gather another load. He had a plan that would shock Eden-and perhaps shock her voluptuous mother even more. Starr contemplated their stunning surprise while his jism gushed in his daughter's wringing tight throat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sampson prepared the bridal suite as he had more than a hundred times before, smiling because this one would be different, really different.
First he carried up a heavy chair from the dungeon in the bowels of Starr's castle. It was the one Jonathan lounged in while Ellen-beautiful, ripe-bodied Ellen-was fucked in the Iron Maiden.
It looked like the electric chair in the execution chamber of a prison, and it came close to being that. Metal bands would clamp the seated victim's arms and legs to the frame. A metal cap like a helmet on a flexible shaft would press down over the head.
Needle-sharp little contacts inside would conduct electrical energy into the skull. But the control panel that went with this chair did not generate a fatal jolt. The contacts precisely positioned inside the helmet would only stimulate specific nerve centers in the brain-those that control human sexual responses.
The bridal chamber was in a tower, an extension of the castle's northeast corner. The tower rose seven stories from the swampy moat filled with snapping crocodiles, and the arch-topped windows all around provided a great view of the seemingly endless blue Caribbean.
Sampson positioned the electronic chair at the foot of the bed. The control box went beneath it, with a small antenna extended to receive signals from remote control units.
Then the huge bald man lumbered back down the stairs, cursing his half-brother Jonathan Starr for not having an elevator installed in the castle. Being a bastard son and only a butler in the great house, Sampson had no voice in such matters. But his life did have its rewards.
He knocked on the door of Eden's bedroom suite and walked in. Ellen had her daughter clad in a short, vee-necked wedding costume. Starr had a dress specially designed and sewn for each of the potential brides he had tested.
Eden's was by far the most spectacular. Delicate lace trimmed the plunging vee between her firm young tits. Shimmering white satin hugged her slender waist, flaring over her hips to a short skirt that only half-covered the lush rise of her asscheeks and the more subtle dome of her pussy-mound. The fur-sheathed straps of her binding harness were visible below.
A long white veil covered the soft features of her pretty face. Under the wispy cloud of white, Eden looked dazed, still winding down from a fabulous climax she had just shared with her mother.
"It's time for you to go," Sampson said.
Eden took a step forward and felt her pussy clench. Her mother had licked and sucked it so wet and hot that the girl almost looked forward to Starr's giant cock ripping through her cherry.
"Not you! I've come for your mother," Sampson said.
"Me!" Ellen gasped, not knowing what to think. "Why me?"
"Mr. Starr's orders!"
"Oooh!" Ellen's face flushed. "He wants me after all! How wonderful! How simply wonderful. I'm going to fuck his cock like no timid virgin ever could."
Sampson gripped her arm and said, "Shut up! The master has only invited you to watch!"
Her heart sank. "Eden, be good for Mr. Starr. Ripple your pussy the way I showed you with my tongue."
Ellen went flying out the door before Eden could reply. Sampson marched her up the stairs to the bridal suite in the tower.
"Whatever she does, you'll know all about," he said.
"Yes, I guess so. If I'm going to watch."
"Not just watch, bitch. You're going to feel!" Sampson slammed her down in the electronic chair at the foot of the bed. He snapped the arm and leg bands before Ellen could think to respond.
"Feel what?" she asked when the shackles had locked.
"Everything!" Sampson left her squirming in the chair and came back a moment later with a buzzing electric hair clipper in his giant hand.
"Nnnooo!" she cried, wrenching her bound arms and legs. "Not my hair. Not my beautiful hair!"
The buzzing clipper cut a bald stripe across the center of her skull even as she spoke.
"You bastard!" Ellen saw waves of shorn dark hair tumble into her lap and onto the floor all around the chair. "Oh, God!"
"I've got to shave you bald so all the electrodes make good contact," he said.
"Electrodes? Sampson, what are you doing to me?"
He laughed and went on shaving her head. "Making you even more beautiful."
"Bald is not beautiful!"
"It is to me," he said, stroking the shiny top of his hairless head. Then he clamped the chrome helmet down on her head.
Ellen felt prickles where tiny, sharp little spikes broke the skin.
"Each one of the needles is triggered by a remote sensor in Eden's white fur harness," he said. "That's why Mr. Starr had to have one made especially for her. New technology. State-of-the-art equipment. What she feels, you'll feel. Better than the Iron Maiden-brain stimulation will make you just like a virgin again!"
"I don't want to be a virgin again! I want to fuck a big cock! Take me out of this chair, Sampson! Please? I know you have what I really want!"
"Mr. Starr wants you to share this with Eden. You brought her so far along, it's only right you feel the pain when her cherry pops."
Ellen took a deep cooling breath. "It only hurts for a little while. Then the pleasure is so extreme!"
"I suppose," Sampson said with a shrug.
"Not having a pussy, I wouldn't know. But Mr. Starr has ordered me to set the machine at stimulus amplification factor ten."
"Wh-what's that mean?" Ellen was still choking on sobs from the shock of having her head shaved bald.
"Imagine that Eden is in a car going ten miles an hour on a narrow, winding mountain road."
"Yes?"
"At stimulus amplification factor ten, you will feel like you are driving that same road at a hundred miles per hour!"
Ellen clamped her eyes tightly shut and screamed. "I'll die!"
"I hope not."
He dug in his black butler's pants and pulled out his huge cock, then wiggled it under her nose. Ellen caught the scent of lusty male sweat and stale cum. Her eyes flashed open. He tickled his giant cockhead under her chin.
* * *
Yvonne and Yvette came to Eden's room with delighted smiles of anticipation curving their sensuous lips and lighting their mischievous eyes.
"It's time for you to go," Yvonne said. "The master and your mother are waiting."
"M-m-my mother?"
"Yes!" Yvette giggled. "She's been so helpful, Jonathan decided to let her watch."
"Not just watch," Yvonne said excitedly. "She's going to feel what you feel."
"There are little things in your harness that will transmit all the sensations of pain and pleasure to her." The girls stood beside her, Yvonne on the left and Yvette on the right.
Through small openings like buttonholes in the side seams of her short, sexy little wedding gown they snapped short lengths of gold chain to rings on her waist belt.
White leather wrist cuffs lined with white fur dangled from the ends of the gold chain. They put Eden's arms into the cuffs, which laced tightly around her wrists.
The gold chains were just long enough to let Eden bring her hands forward and clasp them above her fearfully clenching pussy-mound. Yvonne pressed a bouquet of flowers into hands suddenly so weak and cold they trembled uncontrollably. And then from stereo speakers concealed in walls throughout the castle, the joyous strains of classical music boomed loud enough to made Eden's ears start to ring.
Yvonne and Yvette escorted her up the stairs. Eden walked like a zombie, eyes wide with a blank look of disbelief. She had imagined losing her cherry hundreds of times before-hazy, romantic visions of a wedding night with a man she loved. But now she felt like a prisoner being walked up the stairs to a gallows.
"It won't be so bad," Yvonne said.
"The pain only lasts a short time," her sister agreed. "I think it will be worse for your mother having to sit there and watch."
Eden grimaced and gritted her teeth. The two anxious young maids opened the door to the bridal suite in the tower.
"Our father has arranged a special surprise for you both," Yvonne said.
"Oooh?" Eden felt she had suffered all the surprises she could stand. They ushered her into the elegant chamber, one girl gripping each arm.
Ellen squirmed in her chair. Sweat beaded on her newly shaved head under the electronic helmet and streamed down her cheeks to mix with tears trickling from the corners of her worried eyes.
"Why does the mother of the bride always cry?" Yvette asked.
"Maybe they're all jealous, remembering how good it was their first time," Yvonne suggested.
Another door creaked open by the head of the bed. The tall, muscular frame of a man stood in shadow beyond. He wore the black leather harness fashioned like the front of an abbreviated tuxedo. Chrome spikes glittered on the straps like cheap, gaudy jewelry.
Eden had seen Starr wearing the same bizarre m costume in the dungeon downstairs. She felt her heart beat faster and then almost stop. Her worried eyes flicked down to a pendulous cock that thrust through a spike-studded ring of glossy black leather strapped tight to his crotch.
The pendulous shaft of cock-flesh was not as hard as she had seen it before. Nor did it seem quite so long. Eden gulped and bit her tongue to stifle a fearful cry.
His cockhead was cowled in a hood of foreskin. Eden's eyes fluttered. Starr's prick had been circumcised, she was certain of that. Her heart began thudding again and her mother gasped a sharp, tense cry of shock.
The man's cock twitched and started to swell, rising out of shadows beyond the door frame to aim it at her like a barrel of a gun.
"Eden, my darling-my dear, sweet girl!" the man said.
Eden squeaked like a mouse. Ellen rasped a sound that trembled her lush tits and left her breathless. He stepped forward boldly and fisted his cock, feasting his eyes on the young bride whose face had turned as pale as her white gown.
She gawked as though seeing a ghost. "Daddy?"
"In the flesh, darling. Your old man's too mean and rotten to die."
"B-b-but what are you doing here?"
"I work for Jonathan Starr. He's got some kind of strip mine in that country we were fighting for. We managed to save it for him. That earned all the guys some time to relax on his private island. One day I happened to mention my daughter and-well, you know the rest."
Ellen was so shocked at seeing her husband alive that she could only utter shocked noises. Impulses transmitted by sensors in Eden's harness jarred her at first, but now they settled to a feeling of nervous relief. Eden expected Jonathan Starr to claim her cherry as he had all the others, and he was nowhere in sight.
The girl trembled thankfully in her rustling white satin gown, feeling like a prisoner on death row who has just been granted a last minute stay of execution.
"Where's Jonathan now?" Eden asked nervously.
Her father said, "Watching on TV, I expect. Plans have changed, sweetheart. He isn't going to pop your cherry tonight."
"Hhhooo!" she gasped. "Thank God!"
He took another step and swept the weak-kneed young bride into his arms before she collapsed, drained of strength by a rushing flood of relief.
"Starr wants me to do it," he said softly. "What?"
"No!" Ellen screamed, stunned by her own sense of disgust and the amplified impulses of shocks that came from her daughter's quaking nerves.
"He knows what a cock-crazy cunt incest made your mother, so Starr's going to try it with you." Eden's father eased her toward the bed.
"Nnnnoooo!" she and her mother both screamed.
"Hey, baby-who can do it better? I love you. I've missed you so much!"
His hands cupped her tits and kneaded them fondly. Eden moaned and tried to twist away from him. Ellen felt violent, crushing shocks of pain grip her tits as though they'd been pinned in a pair of steel clamps.
But her plump nipples swelled hard just as Eden's were doing beneath her father's stroking fingers. She gulped and sighed desperate noises that were echoed even louder by Ellen's anguished voice.
"I told Starr what a gorgeous, sweet girl you are-how I always wished I'd gotten my cock in you. Especially when I was captured and thought I might lose my cock and balls!"
He pressed her quivering loins hard against his, pumping to let her feel the heat of his throbbing cock radiate through the virginal white satin of her wedding gown.
Ellen felt the heated pulse of incestuous lust amplified ten times. Tremors rocked her cunt like an earthquake while she sat writhing in helpless restraint.
Eden's father found the zipper that ran up the back of her dress. He eased it down, still holding her hard against him with his other hand. Ellen felt as though a cold knife had been run down her back, cutting her flesh to the bone, as the zipper opened. Her daughter was that frightened of being undressed.
He spread the front of her short white gown and eased it off Eden's hunched shoulders. "I'm gonna make it good for you, baby. Better than Starr could the first time, because we love each other."
"I don't love you!" Eden sobbed. "You did awful things to my mother!"
"Only what she really wanted. She liked fucking in bondage, liked it so much she was fucking other guys while I was gone. So that one time I brought home some friends to give her a real treat."
Eden shivered, remembering how her mother screamed all through that long night. Ellen's voice now echoed the same shrilling sound from her chair-not cries of pain and torment, but wild screams of rapture.
He took the flowers from Eden's trembling hands and stuffed the satin-wrapped stems into Ellen's screaming mouth. "Shut up, bitch! We all know how you like it! Now it's Eden's time to learn!"
Ellen choked and blushed red in a seething fury. Eden's bridal bouquet bobbed in her gagged mouth with each frantic toss of her head.
His strong hands gripped the open front of Eden's white gown and ripped it wide. The holes through which the gold chains of her wrist shackles passed split with a sharp tearing sound.
Eden imagined her cherry being torn with the same violent force, and her mother felt that shocking sensation of violation amplified by a factor of ten. The woman gagged and lurched and moaned in her chair.
While Ellen gurgled and groaned, her husband lifted their daughter in his arms and laid her gently on the luxurious bridal bed. Eden felt the soft, sensuous warmth of white fur against her bare back. Ellen felt the same soothing and stimulating sensation ten times more.
The girl squirmed with an eerie mix of pleasure and dread. Her mother wrenched and jerked in the stiff, unyielding chair. Eden's father stretched out beside her and bent over to kiss the girl's tits.
Her white harness lined with fur fired shocks of anguished delight into the amplifier under Ellen's chair. Her nipples swelled and pulsed as though they might burst from the hammering pressure of rushing blood.
"Oooh, Daddy!" Eden knew the pleasures of tit sucking she had shared with a lewd little maid, but this was the first time a man's raspy tongue ever circled her nipples.
The ruddy little nipples tensed and throbbed. She sobbed and arched her back, rocking her shoulders to thrust first one, and then the other between his sucking lips.
"So nice of Starr and his lewd little maids to prepare you for this," her father said. "You want it, don't you, baby? You want daddy to rip your cherry?"
Eden didn't know. Part of her did, but the deeper reaches of her young mind had not been warped by Starr's clever mind games. The idea of incest offended her conscience as much as it thrilled her tingling cunt.
Her father nibbled down to her heaving pussy, skirting the straps that puffed its soft lips so enticingly. Eden's hands jerked in the cuffs that chained her wrists at her sides, and Ellen's clenching fingers clawed the rigid arms of her chair.
The woman watched her husband kiss and tongue their daughter's cherry cunt. He made delighted grunting and slurping noises, thrusting to tease the girl's taut virgin seal with the tip of his tongue.
Ellen's cherry had been split years ago, but brain waves made it feel like it had grown back. She felt the jarring thrusts and the quaking tremors of virgin torment.
"Nice of your mother to lick your cunt hot for me," he said, adding to Ellen's dismay. The taste of Eden's innocent pussy still burned on her lips.
Eden's father swung astride her and smiled. Eden winced behind the white veil, which was all of her wedding costume he'd left on over the harness. He raised the veil and kissed her soft but tightly clenched lips.
A gushing moan forced Eden's mouth open and his tongue slithered in. To Ellen it felt like the satin end of the bouquet jammed in her mouth had just come to life. It seemed to wiggle and she sucked on it hungrily.
Urges Eden could not understand made her suck fiercely on her father's tongue. Then she wiggled her tongue into his mouth and felt the wet, clinging embrace of thrilling suction. She writhed and heaved anxious moans while her father eased his cock to the puffed lips of her harnessed cunt.
Ellen felt the heat in her crotch as though her cunt-hair had caught fire. She watched her husband stir his cockhead around Eden's moist pussy and wanted to close her eyes-but Eden was watching in fearful fascination, and her brain waves now ruled her mother's responses.
"Don't hurt me," Eden said.
"I won't, little darling-not until that's what you really want!" She moaned.
"You going to want it so hard and fast that it hurts," he predicted.
"Nnnooo!" That didn't seem possible even in her shocked and uncertain mental state. His fleshy cockhead was prying her cunt lips apart. The padded cock pulsed heat more than pain, but Eden's inner muscles still clenched in terrified anticipation.
Her father's cock fucked in where his lapping tongue had been only moments before. The rounded pad of flesh at the tip pressed on her cherry, powered by the rigid prick-shaft.
Eden hissed an anxious gasp. Her mother howled with force enough to blast the bouquet of flowers from her mouth. She hunched in her chair as something powerful thumped on the cherry she knew was not there.
"Oooh, Eden!"
"Oooh, Daddy!" Her cherry strained with tension that was exquisite. Eden knew her cherry was about to be torn, but the idea no longer made her cold with shivering fear. Heat that surged from his swollen cockhead pulsed through her veins and made Eden more giddy than when she drank too much champagne.
"Do it, Daddy! Fuck my cunt. Please! I don't want to wait and wonder anymore!"
He chuckled fondly and stroked her tear-streaked cheeks. "That's my little girl. That's my luscious little cunt!"
He arched and fucked his cock in her to the hilt.
Eden's delicate cherry was torn so fast that she hardly felt it. Her mother did, like the thrust of a massive sword with a dull, hot blade, but Eden was aware only of a thrilling, swelling sensation-then violent spasms of unleashed desire.
Her strained pussy wrenched and rippled all around the long cock, seeping blood and a warming rush of cunt-juice. He drew back and drove in again with a deeply satisfied grunt. This time she felt the burning stab of pain when his cock slid through her freshly popped cherry.
Eden gulped and wailed in agonizing rapture.
Her mother screamed her breath away and fainted into a misty world of sexual bliss.
CHAPTER NINE
Ellen Collier awoke thinking she had died and gone to hell. Leaping tongues of red flame danced on both sides of her tossing head. She could feel the heat on her cheeks and the warm beads of sweat that streamed down from the metal cap now strapped under her chin like a motorcycle helmet.
Her eyes fluttered and she saw that the flames sparkled from torches that slanted out from the cold stone walls of Starr's dungeon'. Ellen gulped a breath and sighed uncertainly. The air she sucked in was heavy with oily smoke-but there was something else that made it hard for her to breathe.
Eden's mother felt a crushing pressure as though she'd been forced back into the iron maiden. But she still had some ability to move her strained limbs. Her arms were stretched over her head, bound by cold iron wrist shackles to the wall high above.
The relentless tug of her wrist restraints forced her to stand on tiptoes, and then she could barely feel the floor beneath her feet. Her ripe body faced the wall, arched over a foot-long wrought-iron replica of a man's cock that lanced out from the chilling damp stones.
A cold, thick metal cockhead prodded her crotch but could not push in. Ellen thought of her daughter, Eden, and the dull stabbing pain when she finally became aware of her torn cherry. Something far stronger than that membranous web sealed her squirming cunt.
Ellen's voluptuous body was encased in a snug stocking, stuffed like sausage into a tube. The flesh-colored garment fit like a second skin three sizes too small for her lush figure. It squeezed and molded her soft flesh with force that made it hard for her to breathe.
She cringed with fear, but impulses sparking from needle sharp little prods inside the helmet made her feel a thrilling tingle of perverse delight. They were Eden's emotions sparking into her by remote control.
The girl stood in her white fur-lined bride's harness holding a whip. Silver-red stains of jism and cherry blood still seeped from her freshly fucked pussy. Her father had ravaged her with fiendish delight, fucking hard and fast toward the end, as she'd begged him to.
Tremors of painful pleasure still rippled in her tight cunt. Eden loved being fucked, just as he had said she would. She was beyond fear now, as anxious and excited as Columbus must have been when he discovered the New World.
Eden's father and Jonathan Starr sat watching, both harnessed in parodies of formal men's clothing-straps studded with spikes to tingle a woman's soft flesh when they fucked. That sensation was still fresh and sharp in the girl's mind, and she pulsed it into her mother's brain, electronically enhancing it along the way.
It made Ellen so horny that she tried to fuck the iron cock sticking out from the wall. She twisted and humped her cuntslit against the cold shaft but could not force it through a thin layer of knit cloth that covered her whole body like a leotard.
"The suit is made of the same stuff as bulletproof vests," Starr said. "It's to protect you from the lash of a bullwhip. Eden is not exactly an expert."
"Excited as she is, she might whip the hide right off your back," the girl's father added wryly.
"That thin layer will stop the whip from ripping your flesh," Starr said. "But it will let you feel the full sting of impact with every stroke."
"And you do want to whip your mother, don't you, Eden?" her father asked.
"You're damn right I do! She licked me hot for Jonathan Starr, now I'm going to lick her with a leather tongue twelve feet long!" The whip hissed and snarled like Eden's angry voice.
Ellen cowered against the wall, back bent by the prodding metal cock that strained her clinging body suit, mauling the soft lips of her pussy.
The lash struck on a slant from left hip to right shoulder and blazed a smarting red welt even though her skin wasn't ripped. With the pain Ellen felt a raging tingle of sadistic delight -Eden's thoughts being transmitted through the metal helmet.
Conflicting responses made her writhe and moan, jerking her legs so that all her weight fell on cuffed wrists. The shackles chafed her skin, grinding as though they'd cut to the bone. And the lash struck while she screamed in pain.
Starr knew how much the girl enjoyed whipping her mother. It was part of his plan. All torment would have broken Eden's spirit. He
Ml wanted her to know his pleasures and thus enjoy them all the more when she became the victim once again.
Eden hurled the lash with cackling laughter of sadistic delight. "You love it, Mother! Don't scream and sob! Fuck your cunt on that iron cock!"
Ellen's hips pumped and twisted against the wall-mounted dildo. It finally tore through the protective mesh shielding her cunt. Starr flicked a switch and reversed the polarity of the electronic device. Eden felt an icy stab in her harnessed groin and staggered back in shock.
She groaned, gritting her teeth. It took all Eden's strength to snake back her arm and lash with the braided bullwhip again. Mother and daughter shared the delightful agony of whipping and fucking, screaming and sobbing as one.
"What a pair," Eden's father said.
Starr smiled. "You were right about Eden. The girl has great potential."
"Her mother's not bad either," the soldier of fortune said. "I hate to see that cunt wasted on an iron cock."
"She's your wife. Take her if you want!"
"What about Eden?"
"She's ready now," Starr said. "And so am I!"
Eden rocked in the middle of the room, making frenzied fuck motions matched perfectly to her mother's, fucking the cock on the wall. Starr walked to where she stood grunting and thrusting her hips at nothing.
"Switch off the machine," Starr said to Sampson.
"Ungh! Nnnooo! I'm just about to climax!"
"I can see that, my dear. I want you to do it with me."
Starr gently took the whip from her hand. Sampson snapped off the transmitter and Eden heaved a sad moan.
"Oooh," she said, shuddering. "It's gone! And I was going to orgasm!"
"You will soon," Starr promised. "With a real cock, not one that's a trick of your mind."
Eden blinked back her tears, staring up at his handsome face.
"Really?" she asked.
The young beauty with her cherry freshly torn had been tricked and deceived so often that she no longer knew what to believe.
"Really," he said, sweeping her into his arms.
She felt his hard cock between them, a foot of throbbing male prick-flesh webbed with swollen blue veins she could feel throbbing when Starr held her close to him.
The metal studs on his harness tingled nerves already on the brink of climax. He kissed her and thrust with his tongue, making her heave and anxiously moan. "Oooh, Jonathan! You really want me?"
"Yes, my love." He cupped tits made firm by the open-tipped cups of her white fur-lined harness. Eden sighed and squirmed, thrilled by the sensuous softness against her skin and excited even more by the raging hardness of Starr's big cock.
He led her to the Iron Maiden, the half-figure of a shapely female lying on her back-a molded form that would compress the real woman forced into the device.
But Eden did not have to be forced. She leaped up on the platform with an excited little cry.
. "Make me tight!" she begged him. "Make me like a virgin again!"
Starr nodded and motioned for Sampson to assist him. The huge man had just finished stripping Eden's mother from the protective suit and strapping her on the rack, a device exactly the opposite of the Iron Maiden. It spread and stretched the limbs of the woman shackled on an expanding table top.
Eden watched her father turn the crank until her mother screamed. His cock was glossed with cum and red streaks of cherry blood. He climbed on the rack and sat hunched over Ellen's lush tits, which were swaying so that her plump nipples tingled the tightly clenched rim of his asshole.
His cherry-smeared cock thrust over her quivering lips. "Suck it, bitch! Suck the cock that just fucked our little girl!"
"You're awful!" Ellen sobbed.
"Yeah, all mean and horny as hell! You've missed that, haven't you?"
"No, I wanted someone nice!" she cried.
"My ass!" He ground it around on her big pillowy tits again and clenched his shithole to tease her nipples. "You wanted a rich man so bad you didn't care what he did to you."
Ellen sighed, knowing it was true. The way his shithole rubbed her nipples made her wild with desire.
Eden stretched out in the Iron Maiden and Sampson turned the headpiece enough so that she could still see her mother. Ellen sobbed and wailed, hating her husband for fucking their daughter, but wanting him to fuck her at the same time.
He smiled, still massaging her lush tits with his asshole.
"Your head looks like a fucking billiard ball," he said in disgust.
Ellen wailed even more. In the shock of watching Eden fuck for the first time, she had forgotten that Sampson had shaved her head.
"Get this bitch a wig!" Eden's father said. Yvonne and Yvette were standing by to assist him.
"Yes, sir! What color would you like?"
"Blonde would be nice!"
"But sir, if you want a blonde you can have one of us."
"Both of us," Yvette said.
"I fucked both of you this morning." He chuckled and smirked at his distraught wife. "To warm up for my little girl."
Ellen moaned. His jizz-and cherry-glazed cock was prodding her lips. She hated the thought of sucking the cock that just fucked her daughter, but she needed a cock badly. Sampson had pulled her off the iron one on the wall just before she convulsed into climax.
"I haven't fucked my wife in a long time! Make her a redhead. I think I'd like her to have long red hair."
Starr was stroking Eden's long dark hair.
"I like you just the way you are," he said.
"Even though I'm not a virgin?"
"The wound is still fresh," he said, smiling and working the head of his long cock into her cuntslit.
"Even though I just fucked my father?"
"Yes, for that I want you even more. I know what a shameless slut that's going to make you."
"Hhhmmm!" she purred. "I do want you to fuck me, Jonathan!"
"For love or money?" he asked.
"All I want is your cock! Make me your slave if you want, but fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me now! I want it so bad!"
Ellen's hysterical sobbing and wailing said the same thing. She gulped and sucked her husband's wet cock, bobbing her head. A red-haired wig had been put on her bald head.
"That hair was shaved from the head of a bitch just like you," Yvonne said. "She was strapped in the chair and forced to watch Jonathan fuck her daughter's cherry away."
"Ungh! That's not as bad as watching your husband do it to your daughter."
"It made you hot, didn't it?"
"Yyyeeesss!"
"Then suck my cock, darling. Taste our little girl. If you're good, I'll fuck you after that."
"Oooh, yes-that's what I want. I want your cock in me! In my mouth. In my cunt! I even want it up my ass!"
"I think mother's gone crazy," Eden said.
"Cock-crazy, perhaps. And you'll be just like her before I'm through."
"I don't want you to be through with me ever!" she cried. "I want to be the best fuck you ever had!"
"Aaahhh, that's my girl! That's my gorgeous young bride!" Starr arched back and fucked his cock into her tike an explorer planting a flag to claim new territory.
"Oh, God! It's so big! And sooo good! Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me to death!"
Ellen gurgled and sobbed in sympathy, sounds muted because her husband was fucking his cunt-tasting cock down her throat.
It wasn't quite enough to give the lusty bitch the kind of climax her husband wanted her to have. "Yvonne and Yvette, eat her cunt for me, will you? Make her pussy drool for me!"
"Yes, sir! We love to suck a hot pussy like hers," Yvonne said, bowing her head over Ellen's splayed cunt from the left.
"We like sucking one right after it's been fucked even better!"
"I'm going to let you do that," he said, rhythmically fucking his stiff cock down her tight throat. "You can lick my wife clean while she's sucking Jonathan's cum from our daughter's cunt! And I'm going to let Sampson fuck her ass while you two lick her pussy!"
Eden cringed at the thought, but her mind was still reeling because Jonathan Starr spoke of her as his gorgeous bride.
"Do you really want to marry me, Jonathan?"
"Yes, darling. Why do you think I went to so much trouble to prepare you?"
"Has it made me the kind of woman you want?"
"Yes, Eden! And I'm going to make you even better. My cock has trained more than a hundred young virgins, so now I know just what to do to you." He fucked and twisted his long, thick cock in her.
It tattered and tore away the tender rim of her broken cherry. Pain like a hot iron burned in her loins, but there was also the heat of newly awakened lust that made her cunt-juice simmer and boil with shameless desire.
"Will-will you let other men fuck me after we're married?" she asked shyly, not really sure what she wanted the answer to be.
"Of course, darling! I have a wonderful list of great cocks planned for you. Men of wealth ind power I can trust to protect my unblemished reputation."
Eden laughed, clenching her pussy even tighter than it was made by the Iron Maiden. The sleek flow of her simmering cunt-juice made the friction exquisite.
"I know the real Jonathan Starr," she said, smiling and rippling her cuntal canal in a way she thought would please him.
"Yes, and I know all the beautiful wives of the men I'll let fuck you. We'll have marvelous times together, fucking all over the world."
"Oooh, Jonathan! It's all so exciting!"
"So are you, darling. And think what a fabulous fuck you're going to be after taking the cocks of kings, princes, and the titans of industry who really rule this world."
"Hhhmmm! I hope this isn't another one of your tricks. I hope you aren't lying to me again."
He grinned and fucked his cock deep into her rippling and sucking young cunt.
"You'll never know," he said, smiling. "My plans for you might change if you disappoint me. My first wife did, you know."
"The one lost at sea?" Eden's pretty face was a taut mask of enraptured delight.
Starr laughed. "The bitch got sick of my varied pleasures. She was going to divorce me and ruin my reputation. So I had to arrange-shall we say, an accident for her."
"You had her killed?" Eden asked, suddenly fearful of him again.
"No, that would be too quick and not nearly painful enough. She's kept in a cell in another part of the dungeon. I give her to the men like your father who guard the castle-to the gardeners, the stable hands and the crew of my yacht."
"That's awful!"
"It keeps her too busy to think about divorcing me," he said coldly. "Sampson! Give my little bride another crank or two. I want her tighter on my cock!"
"No, Jonathan! Please! It's too big, and I'm
ISO so tight already!"
"My first wife said something almost exactly like that. No is a word you must never say to me!"
Eden cowered as the Iron Maiden clanked tighter and made her burning pussy grip his cock like a shrunken sleeve of soft flesh.
"Right now my first wife is bound naked on a raft somewhere at sea. There's a fleet of fishing boats working nearby. Hundreds of horny men who haven't seen a woman in weeks. They take the raft in tow and fuck until their cocks dry up, then they pass the raft over to another boat."
"I'll be good, Jonathan! I'll do whatever you want," she promised fearfully.
"Of course you will. I won't have it any other way."
He came in her then, gushing cum like a geyser. Eden climaxed with him, feeling her pussy wrench and contort in thrilling hot spasms that made her forget all his threats.
Her mother was sucking and slurping the jism jetted into her throat, tasting cum and the tang of her daughter's freshly fucked cherry cunt. Ellen was thrilled by the shocking depravity of it all. She was also getting her cunt licked and sucked by Starr's two bastard daughters at the same time.
"Wha-what will happen to my mother?"
Eden asked when the convulsive tremors of her first great climax with Jonathan Starr subsided.
"That's up to your father," Starr said. "He commands the private army that protects my business interests overseas, so I grant him certain privileges. If he wants her, he can have her. Because she's your mother, I'll let her live in the castle."
"But," Eden's father said to Ellen, "if you don't please me, I'll slap your ass in a cell next to Jonathan's first wife and let my men have you."
Ellen Collier climaxed with a desperate moan, sucking her husband's cock like a delighted lewd fiend.
"Jonathan, would you let me suck your cock now?" Eden asked.
"Yes, I was just thinking about that. Your mother seems to enjoy it so."
"And-and could I have Yvonne and Yvette eat my pussy while I suck you off?"
"Er.no-they're both busy with your mother. But I have someone for you. Yolanda!"
"Yes, master?" A tiny blonde in a maid's outfit entered the dungeon through a side door. Eden did a double-take, thinking she was seeing things at first. She looked just like Yvonne and Yvette.
"Eden wants you to suck my jism from her cunt while she sucks my cock and swallows more of it," Starr said.
"I'd love to do that," the little blonde said. "I've missed out on so much of the fun!"
Jonathan saw Eden's bewildered look and explained. "Yolanda is the one you saw lashed with the cat that first night you peeked into the dungeon. That's why you saw no welts when Yvonne and Yvette wore their bikinis the next day. The two of them aren't twins-they are two in a set of triplets."
"Oooh, I'll have three pretty maids to serve me," Eden said. "This really is paradise!"
"Remember that!" Starr warned. "Because one slip could send you into this dungeon forever-or worse!"
"I'll be good, Jonathan! I'll be so good. Let me suck your cock now. Let me take it all down my throat and feel your cum!"
Eden took his cock in her mouth, sucking and straining as it filled her tight throat. Looking up, she saw his leering grin and thought it strange that so few in the world knew what Jonathan Starr was really like.
But then, after all she had been through, Eden thought, so little in this world was as it seemed. She and her mother were in paradise all right. But they were prisoners in paradise.