Archive Note: The truly incredible number of misspelled, scrambled words, and missing letters within many words/sentences/paragraphs in the following text are as found in the original pocketbook.
FOREWORD
Carole was sent to the Sawyer's home because it had a reputation for turning young delinquents into upstanding citizens. Of course, no one knew exactly how they did it, but whatever, the results were always good.
Carole was one of many who found out the hard way why they were so successful. On her first night she was subjected to an examination by both Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer. What it consisted of was an incomplete hand job by Mrs. Sawyer while her husband jerked off.
Carole of course was more than a little confused. Her quesitons were soon answered when she found herself in a basement room stocked with a bed, and an ample supply of torture instruments. After an incredible initiation when every person in the house was told to use Carole as their own personal sex machine, she was made to understand exactly why and how those instruments were used.
And what's more, she began to like it!
CHAPTER ONE
"Well, now," the parole officer added as he started for the front door. "I'm sure you folks will take good care of Carole here, just like you've done with all the others we've brought to you. Never heard one complaint about your methods, Mrs. Sawyer."
"No, Mr. Conner. We seem to have pretty good luck with the children here. I'm glad you could bring Carole over this afternoon. We were afraid we'd have to wait all weekend for her." As she spoke, Flo Sawyer eyed the girl who had just been placed in her charge. She was pretty, of course. The Sawyers, would never take an unattractive child into their home. But this one had such a luscious figure. Better than any in a long time. The trouble with teenagers was that they didn't always have their full development yet. But that certainly wasn't true with Carole.
"Good. Then I guess I'll see you in two weeks. Good luck," Conner added, and he closed the door behind him.
Flo turned to the girl who had just been delivered. In all of the ten years that she and her husband had been taking foster children from the juvenile court, she had never seen such a sexy child. It was hard to believe she was only fifteen.
"Now, then, Carole. If you'll follow me, I'll show you your room. You'll be sharing with Cindy Gregory. I'm sure you two will get along fine." She turned and walked toward the stairs, knowing that this was the first test of her new charge. Would she follow willingly? Or would the discipline begin so soon?
She heard Carole moving behind her, so she continued on up the stairs as if there had been no question in her mind but what the girl would do as she was told. As they walked upstairs and towards Carole's room, Flo told her about the rules of the Sawyer home.
"Of course, since you've been in trouble so recently, we can't allow you to come and go as you please. For the most part we expect you to come here immediately after school and stay here, unless we say otherwise, until it's time for you to leave the next morning. While you're here, your time will be scheduled. Do you understand?"
Carole didn't like this 'foster mother' at all. She of course, had had no say in who was to adopt her after her own father was found by the court to be unfit to keep her. She wished for the ten thousandth time that she had never agreed to join the gang when they stole the car. If she hadn't gone along with them, she never would have been in the accident, the cops would never have found the dope they were carrying with them, never would have discovered their 'operation,' and she wouldn't have been placed with the sawyers.
"Fuck off," she said, not loud enough to be hearing clearly, but still loud enough to be heard.
"I beg your pardon, Carole?" Flo was two steps ahead of Carole, and when she turned around, she towered over the girl. "If you said what I think you did, then I think we'd better have a serious discussion immediately. Of course, I might have misunderstood ... "
"I said, 'Sure thing.' I understand Mrs. Sawyer. Whatever you say goes. Right?"
"That's right, Carole," Flo answered, smiling her least sincere smile. "Because if you don't want to stay here, you can always go back to the detention home. Would you prefer that?"
"No!" Carole answered quickly, unable to keep the panic out of her voice and expression. She hated the detention home more than she had ever hated anything in her life. The bars on her windows, the dormitory with all the weird girls running around loose, ready to knife you if you didn't fall in line. The whole thing was unbearable, and she would endure anything rather than return to that place.
"I should add that if we send you back to the court saying that we're unable to control you, your life won't be quite so easy as it was the last time you were there. They take a dim view of girls that are returned from the Sawyer home." Flo turned and continued towards the girl's room. She was more confident now because she knew she had won her first confrontation with the child. That was important in this business. She always had to be sure that she kept the upper hand. Now she could get on to the part she enjoyed.
"Take off your clothes," she told Carole.
"What?" Carole looked at her 'mother,' not understanding at all what she had been told.
"Take off your clothes. All of them." Flo walked over to the closet and started looking through it. "You can't wear that terrible gray dress around here. It would be bad for any of the others to see you dressed like that. It would remind them of their past and that wouldn't be healthy." Besides, she added silently, how else am I going to see your body?"
"Oh," Carole muttered. She began removing her clothes. Six months ago she would have felt strange removing her clothing in front of someone she had just met. But now, after what she had been thorough in the prison, nothing bothered her anymore except the thought of returning.
She reached behind her and began to unbutton the tiny metal buttons that secured the dress, feeling it strain across the front in its attempt to contain her.
Flo got a dress from the closet and then sat on the bed, laying the dress out beside her. She was glad that Cindy was about the same size as Carole. That meant that she would have to use less of the court-provided clothing allowance for the new girl.
She watched the gray material strain as Carole reached behind, and felt her own cunt twitch at the sight of the full breasts. She loved this first time with a new girl or boy. The first time she got to see their breasts, their legs, their cunts and cocks. It was like opening a package, or rather, having the package open itself.
Carole dropped her dress to the floor and stepped out of it, standing with only her bra, panties and shoes on. She kicked the shoes off and then walked over to get the dress that had been laid on the bed for her. At least that was a pretty color, she thought.
"No, Carole," Flo said, putting her hand on the dress to prevent the girl from taking it. "I said you must remove all of your clothes. All."
She looked at the girl's face, watching for a change of expression.
Carole stepped away from the bed and reached behind again, this time to unhook her bra. Again she felt the material cutting into her skin. They never gave you the right size cups in the detention home.
Carole didn't understand why she had to take off her underwear, but it didn't make any difference to her. She only wished that this woman, Mrs. Sawyer, wouldn't stare at her so hard.
"Beautiful," Flo mumbled as she saw the girl's young breasts come free. The girl had a beautiful body. Flo had known that all along. But it wasn't until now, when she saw her naked that Flo realized exactly what a wise choice she and Jim had made. The girl was exquisite.
She noticed the contrast between the tanned skin, and the white that hadn't been exposed to the sun, and wondered if there would be another stripe like it across the plump cheeks of her ass. Flo knew that Jim would like the girl as much as she did, and even now, she could predict what they would have for dessert after the evening meal: Fresh cunt, straight from the prison yeard.
Carole took off her underwear and then turned and walked back to the bed to get her dress.
"Just a minute," Flo said softly. She made the girl stand in front of her so that she could take in all her beauty, memorize all the curves of her tanned young body. From her golden-blonde hair, her blue eyes, her baby face, down the round young breasts and cute, near-perfect ass, the new girl was going to be exactly what Flo wanted in a daughter. Exactly.
"All right, get dressed," Flo said suddenly, standing and heading for the door. "Dinner is at six o'clock, and I expect everyone to be on time. That gives you a couple of hours to look around. The other children will be home from school before long, and if you see them, you should introduce yourself and start to get to know them. They know you're coming this afternoon. I'll be in the kitchen if you have any questions." She looked at the girl for one more moment, seeing her body disappear into the light blue material of the dress.
As soon as she was alone, Carole flopped onto the bed, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. It was a habit she had gotten into in the detention home, and it helped her to think. She would look at the white ceiling, following the cracks with her eyes, and letting her mind do what it wanted, figuring out problems, fantasizing, dreaming, until she had come up with a solution or a fantasy that would help her through the rest of the day or the night.
More often than not, Carole's thoughts turned to sex. At fifteen she had had as much experience as many women ten years older, and perhaps more than some women get in a lifetime. She had gone to bed with her first man when she was thirteen, and since that time had experienced just about every variety of sexual encounter that could be imagined. Her attitude about it was casual. She enjoyed sex, of course, but she didn't live for it. It had been an instrument for her too often, a means by which she could achieve an end.
But in the detention house, when she wasn't doing one of the idiotic chores that had been assigned to her, there wasn't too much to think about except what it would be like when she got out. She had decided that the first thing she would do would be to call Tony, since he was generally available, and he had the biggest and best cock she knew. He would be able to fuck her for most of a night, and by the time she was free, that would be what she wanted.
And now, laying on the bed, she wanted Tony to be with her. Or someone else, perhaps, who could try and take his place. Someone who would put his arms around her and draw her close to him, sticking his hard cock as far into her waiting cunt as it would go. Laying there, staring at the white ceiling of the Sawyer's bedroom, she began to rub her legs together, imagining that she had captured a cock, and that she was getting the fucking she wanted.
"Give it to me," she whispered to her non-existant lover. "Stick that fat cock all the way in me. I haven't been fucked in so long. It's just what I need. Please! Give it to me."
Without using her hands at all she was able to bring herself off in a matter of minutes. Then she used her old prison dress to clean up the juice that had collected between her legs. It was the same routine she had been through so many times in the detention home, and she wondered how much longer it would go on. Fantasies were fine in their place, but not as the only outlet available.
She heard some noise downstairs and guessed that it might be the other kids getting home from school.
"Maybe that'll be interesting," she said aloud, not believing that it really would be. She knew that all the other kids in the house came from detention homes just like the one she had come from, and if they were anything like the other kids she had known there, she could scratch them right now, without even meeting them.
There was a knock at the door, she said 'Come in,' and looked towards the opening door to see who was visiting.
"My name's Cindy. I guess we're going to be roommates." The girl who had come into the room had dark hair and light blue eyes, with white, almost creamy skin. She was attractive, very attractive, and Carole had trouble covering up her surprise. This was not what she had expected.
"Hi. My name's Carole."
"I know. Mrs. S., uh, Sawyer, told us. You're pretty. It's easy to see why they brought you here."
"What do you mean?" Carole asked her.
"Oh!" Cindy slapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm not supposed to say anything. Hey listen, don't tell them I said that to you, will you? I couldn't take it tonight."
"What are you talking about?" The warm girl who had come into the room had suddenly become frightened, and Carole still didn't have any idea why. She did think there was something strange going on here, but she wasn't sure what it was at all.
"Shit!" Cindy said softly. "When will I learn to keep my mouth shlut. I can't tell you anything now. Later tonight, after dinner you'll understand better, and I can explain things to you then. For now though, just forget I've said anything. Okay?" She looked hopefully towards Carole.
"Whatever you say. Sure is strange though." Carole tried to act as if it didn't make any difference to her what Cindy was covering up, but she would have been abnormally nonchalant to be able to ignore it completely.
Cindy didn't say any more. She changed her clothes quickly, and Carole noticed that she had a terrific body, better than her own, perhaps. She watched her new roommate put on tight-fitting jeans and a stretched T-shirt, and then brush her thick black hair quickly. Finally Carole decided she would have to break the silence.
"Is it all right if I go downstairs and meet the other kids?"
"You can do anything you want, I guess," Cindy said without looking at her. "But if you're smart, you'll just stay up here, out of the way, until it's time for supper. It took me awhile to learn that. It's best just to lay low around here, and that way they might forget about you." She finished with her hair and left the room without saying any more.
Carole went back to her bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling and waiting for dinner.
After the meal, when she was alone at the table with Mr. and Mrs. sawyer, she felt better. Partly because she had been hungry, and there was plenty of good food, and partly because she had met the rest of her 'family.' There were two boys, both sixteen and both very attractive, Cindy, and Mr. Sawyer, a handsome man in his early forties, with black hair and a thin moustache. Although it wasn't exactly a cheerful group, they were all at least pleasant, and Carole began to think that she might be able to endure staying with the Sawyers after all.
Everyone cleared his or her own plate, and then left the room, except Carole and her new mother and father. They asked her to stay behind because they wanted to talk with her.
Jim Sawyer, sitting at the table, sipping his second cup of coffee, watched his new daughter carefully. She looked better now than she had when he and his wife agreed to take her in, and she had looked pretty good then, dressed in the uniform of the detention home. Now, wearing the light blue dress which accented her eyes and made her skin look even more tanned than it was, he saw that he and Flo had made a very wise choice. The onoy possible problem woul b e her willingness to cooperate, and he knew he could convince her that she should go along with them. He had never had any trouble in that department.
When Jim saw that Carole was beginning to get uncomfortable, he looked across the table to his wife, and then spoke to her.
"Carole," he began. "We want you to know first that we're glad you've come. You look like you'll be an attractive addition to our family."
Carole held back a sigh. Why did older people always have to be so serious?
"However, we all know your background, and we all know that while you're here, the court expects you to behave. I'm sure that thought hasn't occurred to you, but in case it does, you should know that we will not toleratd disobedience. One of the reasons why the court allows us to keep so many of you youngsters is because they know we are excellent disciplinarians and we demand complete obedience. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Mr. Sawyer." Carole thought it was a very strange way to put things, but she couldn't miss his meaning. He expected her to toe the line, and she could expect trouble is she didn't.
"Good. And remember it. That's one of the basic rules of our house." He looked to his wife again before saying any more. "Can you think of anything else, or should we go ahead to the examination?"
"No, as long as she knows who's the boss," flo said. "I guess we can go ahead with looking her over, if you're ready. Carole, get up on the table."
"What?" It seemed to Carole that everyone around this house was determined to say only strange things to her.
"You heard me," Flo said, her voice tightening with the first showings of anger. "Get on the table. Over here!"
Carole got up from her seat and walked around the table so that she was at one end of it, next to Mrs. Sawyer's chair. She sat down on it, still thinking that she had to be hearing them wrong.
"Take off your shoes, Carole!" Mr. Sawyer said sharply.
Carole slipped her shoes off and then scooted back onto the table. Her dress rode up her leg, exposing much of the top of her thigh, and she noticed Mr. Sawyer staring.
The letch, she thought, but then she also thought at about the same time that he wasn't at all unattractive and that he would probably know more about sex than the two sixteen year old boys. Perhaps if she led him on, got him under her power so to speak, she would be able to get away with a little more. Who knew? Maybe she would have sex with him. That way she could be sure of getting what she wanted out of him.
"Take off your dress, Carole," Mrs. Sawyer told her.
Carole reached behind and started unbuttoning without thinking. She was working on the third button before she realized how silly it was for her to be sitting on the dining room table, removing her clothes while Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer watched.
When she hesitated, Mr. Sawyer spoke to her.
"Carole, you must learn to do what you are told without questioning it. Now Mrs. Sawyer said for you to remove your dress, and you should do it immediately."
"Yes, sir," Carole answered, and she finished unbuttoning.
She had no idea what was happening, but she couldn't keep a feeling of excitement from welling up in her stomach. It was sort of like being on stage, doing a show, with an audience. Only this was a strip, and the audience was her foster mother and father.
Flo helped her take the dress off over her head and then instructed her to take off her bra and panties.
"But...." Carole started to object but Mr.
Sawyer cut her off.
"Carole!" he said sharply. He even started to raise his arm, but checked himself.
"Yes, sir." Carole unfastened the bra and wiggled out of her panties so that she was seated naked on the table, her bare ass on the cold wood. She wished they had a table cloth.
"This is going to be a physical examination, Carole. We want to make sure that there's nothing wrong with you. If we find anything, we'll be forced to send you back to the detention home, of course."
Flo took Carole by the legs and moved her across the table so that the girl was seated directly in front of her with her legs spread. She stared up from her chair, looking at the young face, framed with the blonde hair, and then down at the ripe tits and even lower to the cunt with its slightly darker hair.
"Good," Flo said quietly.
"Proceed with the examination," Mr. Sawyer told his wife. He watched Carole closely, seeing her young body for the first time. When he was sure she wasn't looking, he slipped his hand under the table and felt his hard dick, squeezing it as if to tell it to be patient.
Flo leaned forward, squinting slightly, to get a better look at Carole's cunt. She brought her face within inches of the pussy, so close that Carole could feel the warm air.
"Oh, Mrs. Sawyer!" Carole had tried not to respond to the soft hands that were touching her legs, but there wasn't anything she could do about the hot breath that was streaming towards her cunt now. She flexed her legs and raised her cunt from the table in Mrs. Sawyer's direction, acting involuntarily, responding to the stimulus that was being so deflty provided.
"Do you like that, Carole?" Mr. Sawyer asked her.
"Of course she does, Jim," Flo answered. "What hot little piece of cunt wouldn't like having hot air blown into her. But she hasn't felt the best yet, has she?"
"If she hasn't felt your tongue, than she hasn't felt the best. Carole, when Mrs. Sawyer starts in with her tongue, you'll find out how pleasant an examination can be." He was starting to breathe heavily, and Carole noticed the movement of his arm. She was sure he was jerking off.
If they had given her time to think, she might have objected. Not to the idea of sitting around the dinner table having sex with two people who are supposed to be acting as her mother and father. It seemed strange, but Flo wasn't giving her time to contemplate exactly how strange.
"Would you like to feel my tongue?" Flo asked her.
"Yes. Oh, please, yes. My pussy is dying to get something inside it. I haven't been fucked in so long," Carole told her. She was edging herself forward, trying to get her cunt into Flo's mouth, wanting the feel of her hot tongue inside.
"No, I don't expect you have," Flo said. Then, without any further warning, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into the hole between Carole's legs. She dug in deeply the very first time, hunting for and finding the juices that were already starting to collect there. Her tongue was as good as her husband had said it would be, and she used it all on Carole.
"Lick me," Carole begged. "Give me your tongue, please! I love it inside me. I love the hot feel of it crawling deep into my pussy."
"Eat her cunt, Flo," Jim added. "Eat it and get her all wet. That's what she needs. She needs to feel you inside her, lapping her sweet cream up." He stood up then and unzipped his pants, letting Carole see his cock for the first time.
"Oh, God!" Carole moaned. "Let me have it! Let me sit on that gorgeous cock!" She couldn't take her eyes off of the long, fat dick that Jim was holding out in front of her, just far enough away so that she couldn't reach it without taking her cunt away from Flo.
"Not yet, Carole," he told her. "You'll get all the cock you want when the time comes, but for now, just wiggle your little cunt around that tongue."
Carole did as she was told, not because she was told, but because she couldn't resist the searching tongue that was probing deep into her cunt.
"Oh, Goddamn! I'm going to come! I'm going to ... I can feel it starting already. Fuck me! Fuck me, Mrs. Sawyer!"
Carole was writhing on her ass, pushing her cunt towards the open mouth. But as soon as Mrs. Sawyer heard what she was saying and realized that she was coming, she pulled her mouth away and sat back in her chair.
"Why ... Oh, no!" Carole was stunned. She had been on the verge of a climax, and Mrs. Sawyer had stopped using her magic tongue. She sat on the table, shuddering, hanging still on the edge of an orgasm, trying to understand what they were doing to her.
"Carole, this is an examination. I was merely making sure that there was nothing wrong with you physically. There will be plenty of time for coming later. And you will come when I want you to. Do you understand that?"
Carole looked quickly to Mr. Sawyer, hoping that he might say something to his wife to encourage her to continue with the eating. But she saw him putting his cock back into his pants, struggling to get all the still hard flesh inside the too-small hole.
"Please...." she asked him.
"Carole, you must learn that begging will not help you. Mrs. Sawyer told you she was merely testing you, seeing that you have nothing wrong with you. You will come when we want you to. Isn't that clear by now?"
"Yes, sir." She felt cold suddenly and wished they would let her put her dress back on. They were crazy, she was sure of it.
"As soon as you're dressed you can go up to your room, and get ready for bed. We will want to see you again at ten." With that, both Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer left the table and disappeared into the kitchen.
Carole stared after them, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Crazy," she whispered. She was convinced that they were out of their minds, and she wondered if she should try and escape now. Maybe if she moved quickly she could catch them off guard.
But almost as quickly she realized that it would do no good. Thely would only report her to the police who would then be on the lookout for her. She knew the efficiency of the police well enough to know that they would find her if they were looking for her, and that would mean a return to the detention home with no hope of being given another family.
She sighed, got down from the table and picked her dress up from the floor. She put it on over her naked body, not bothering with her underwear, and left the dining room.
"A shower should help," she said aloud as she started to climb the stairs.
She was sleepy already. She hoped that the ten o'clock meeting wouldn't go on too long, because what she wanted more than anything was to get into her bed, finger herself, come and go to sleep.
Maybe things wouldn't seem so strange in the morning.
But somehow she had the feeling....that they wouldn't.
CHAPTER TWO
The shower did help. It cleaned her and eased some of the tension that had built up, especially the sexual tension from what Mrs. Sawyer had done to her at the table.
She dried herself with one of the large white towels she found in the bathroom, and then she wrapped it around herself and went back towards her bedroom.
It took her a moment to remember which room was hers, since all the doors were closed they all looked the same to her. Then she remembered where the room was in relation to the stairs and opened the door.
Cindy was in the room, sitting at one of the two desks over next to the windows. She didn't look up when Carole came in, and so Carole didn't say anything.
Instead, she went over to her bed and lay down on it, thinking she could stare at the ceiling for awhile and try and sort things out for herself.
There was no way of denying that she had gotten herself into a strange situation. She didn't know what the Sawyers were up to, but it was something weird for sure. She wondered if the other kids knew about it, or if they had picked her out for some reason. It was difficult to imagine them having enough nerve to try that sort of thing with all the foster kids they brought in.
Something about the Sawyers seemed a little scary. Something besides the sex at the table. It was the looks they gave her whenever they were telling her what she could or couldn't do, the expressions on their faces when they told her that they expected her to behave well. Carole had seen that expression before, on the face of the matron in the detention home, and it scared her. It was as though they might do anything to her if she didn't do what they said. And it was as if they would enjoy hurting her, punishing her.
She tried to convince herself that her imagination was working overtime. She couldn't deny the sex, of course. Her pussy was still tingling from the feel of Mrs. Sawyer's tongue. But surely she was exaggerating the other stuff.
Carole didn't hear Cindy get up from her desk and cross over to her. It wasn't until Cindy got inbetween Carole and the light, and the shadow fell across Carol's face that she was shaken from her daydream.
"Did they hurt you?" Cindy asked. She was speaking very softly, barely making any noise at all.
Carole shook her head no and tried to see the face of the girl who was standing over her. There was too much light in Carole's eyes for her to see clearly.
"What did they do?" Cindy got on the bed with Carole, putting her head close to the newcomer so that they could speak without being heard in the hallway.
"She...." Carole began. She wasn't sure if she should say anything. If the others didn't get that kind of treatment from the Sawyers, perhaps it would be better if she said nothing.
"She ate your pussy, didn't she? Gave you one of her examinations?" Cindy put her arm under Carole's head and held her gently.
"How did you know?" Carole asked, lifting and turning towards the soft, warm girl who had gotten into her bed.
"That's the way they do it to everyone. That's the way they start. I think it's kind of a way of checking people out. If someone really went crazy during the examination, they probably wouldn't do anything else to her. How did you react?"
Carole looked into Cindy's face and saw what she was looking for. She decided then that she could trust her roommate, and that it was safe for her to tell her anything.
"I was pretty good until she stopped. I was so close to coming, and she just pulled her tongue out and left the room. I'm afraid that I caused a little too much trouble then, because they seemed pretty mad."
Cindy nodded her head and began to stroke Carole's hair.
"That's the way they do it. She gets that fat tongue of hers working on you while he jerks off, and about the time you think you're going to pop, she quits. Leaves you sitting there, high and dry. Isn't that a bitch?"
Carole nodded, but she wasn't really listening. She closed her eyes and let Cindy hold her, stroking her hair and squeezing her shoulder. She liked the feeling of being held by someone she trusted. It was as comfortable as she had felt in months, since the last time she had been with Tony.
Carole laid her hand over Cindy, not really holding her, but wanting to show her that she appreciated Cindy's concern. She felt Cindy move a little closer, pressing her clothed hot body against her, rubbing her hand a little further down so that she was brushing against the top of Carole's breasts.
"Don't worry. Carole. We all stick together here," she whispered. "There's not much else we can do. Nobody wants to go back to where we came from, no matter how tough it gets here."
The door opened suddenly, and Mr. Sawyer was over to the bed before Carole realized what was happening.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled.
"Mr. Sawyer!" Cindy screamed.
"What are you two doing?" he demanded again.
"We aren't doing anything," Cindy said quickly, freeing herself from Carole and standing. "She just felt lonely and I was holding her. We weren't doing anything at all. Honest!"
Carole was amazed at the fear in Cindy's voice. She wondered if Mr. Sawyer was going to hit her.
"Get up, Carole!" he said sharply.
"Please, Mr. Sawyer!" Carole said. "It wasn't her fault. She was just lying here, and I came over to hold her. That's all there was to it. And if you're going to punish anyone, it should be me."
"Shut up, Cindy. Get back to your desk and get to work. I'll see you at ten."
Cindy said no more, but went back to her desk and sat down.
"Carole was obviously trying to get you to make her come," Mr. Sawyer said to her back. "She tempted you by coming in her without any clothes on, and tried to get you to help her come, after Mrs. Sawyer and I told her that she should come when we told her to. It's that simple, and now Carole will have to be punished."
Carole looked to Cindy, but the girl didn't move. She seemed to be absorbed in her studies, ignoring whatever else happened in the room.
"Come with me, Carole!" Mr. Sawyer turned and left the room, knowing that Carole wouldn't dare disobey him.
Carole followed slowly, frightened by the anger in Mr. Sawyer's voice and very unsure of what was to happen. She knew she was to be punished, b ut she had no idea what that meant.
He led her down the hall towards an open door, never once looking back to see if she was following him.
Carole studied the power in his body as he strode ahead of her, not doubting for a minute that he could kill her if he wanted to. She wondered what he planned for her.
When they were both in the room, he shut the door behind him. Carole looked around, deciding that she must be in the master bedroom of the Sawyer house. There was no furniture except for a large bed in the middle of the floor. The entire room was carpeted with a thick red carpet, and the lights were soft, except for one bright light that was aimed in the area of the bed.
"She was trying to get Cindy to finger her," he announced.
Carole didn't know whom he was talking to.
"NO!" She recognized the voice, but she couldn't tell where it was coming from. Then she saw a bathroom door opening at the other end of the large room, and saw Mrs. Sawyer emerge, naked.
"How dare you!" Mrs. Sawyer screamed, crossing quickly to her. "After we had forbidden you to do anything of the kind. You are a truly ungrateful child. I suppose we'll have to send you back tomorrow!"
"Oh, no! No, please don't do that. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Really I wasn't. All we were doing was laying on the bed. There's nothing wrong with that. She wasn't trying to make me come or anything. She was just holding me." Carole's towel started to slip and she reached for it, but Mr. Sawyer snatched it away from her leaving her naked.
"Are you saying that I'm lying?" he roared.
"No, sir! I'm just saying that I think you didn't understand what was going on. We weren't doing anything!" Carole was starting to cry, and she tried to fight back the tears. She didn't want to show that kind of weakness to these people.
"Maybe she's right, Jim," Mrs. Sawyer said softly.
"What?" he yelled. "Are you siding with her? I don't believe it. How can you listen to her? I went into the room. I saw her laying on the bed with her arms wrapped around poor Cindy, trying to coax her into some kind of sex. Are you saying I'm lying, too?"
"No, Jim!"
Carole watched with fascination, seeing her own fears spread to Mrs. Sawyer. Mr. Sawyer had turned red with anger, and now he was mad at both of them.
"I think I'm going to be forced to punish both of you. Perhaps it will serve as a lesson to you Flo, receiving your punishment at the same time as the child." He walked away from them, towards the bathroom and disappeared.
Carole wanted to run, but she didn't notice any similar signs of panic in Mrs. Sawyer. She stood still, watching the door of the bathroom and breathing heavily.
For the first time, Carole looked over the naked body that was standing next to her. Carole wouldn't have guessed that she had such a good one. From the way she dressed, it was impossible to tell anything about her figure, and Carole thought that meant that she had nothing to show. Most women with good bodies were proud of them and displayed them to the world.
But there was nothing wrong with Mrs. Sawyers. She had full big tits that were still firm, standing on her chest, waiting to be held. Her stomach was gently rounded, but not at all tat, and her ass was perfectly molded, with big soft cheeks of flesh. Carole could understand why Mr. Sawyer had stayed with her. She was a very sexy woman.
Mr. Sawyer came back from the bathroom carrying a short piece of leather that looked something like what barbers used to sharpen their razors. Carole knew without being told that that was what was going to be used on them.
She had only been spanked a couple of times in her life. The judge had asked her about it, and then had said that maybe if she had been brought up a little more firmly, she wouldn't have gotten in so much trouble at such an early age.
She wished the judge could see her now. She noticed that Mr. Sawyer was carrying some rope, too, but she didn't know what he was going to do with it.
"Get on the bed. Both of you!" he ordered without even looking at them. As soon as they were both on the bed, he directed Mrs. Sawyer to lay on her back and told Carole to get on top of her. Then he tied them together with Carole between Mrs. Sawyer's spread legs.
"Since both of you seem to think I've been lying, it would be best I think for you to share the punishment."
Carole couldn't see him from where she was. Her face was pressed against Mrs. Sawyer's breasts, while her legs straddled Mrs. Sawyer's ass. All Carole knew was that she was as vulnerable as she could be, and that Mr.
Sawyer was still very angry.
"Perhaps you enjoy this, Carole. Since you wanted to be held, surely you can't object to having Mrs. Sawyer hold you. Do you like the feel of her body next to yours?"
Carole said nothing. She couldn't feel anything. She was numb.
The leather came suddenly and hard down on her ass, stinging her, slapping against her skin and then leavirg as quickly. She screamed with pain before it registered, and tightened her ass to protect it from another blow.
"I asked you if you liked it, Carole!" His voice was lower now, but there was just as much power in it.
"Yes!" Carole answered, figuring it was safer than saying no to him. She still had only the vaguest sensation of being next to someone except for the mounds of flesh that were in her face.
"That's better." He swung the leather again, and Carole heard the sound it made moving through the air. She heard the slap, and waited for the pain, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt Mrs. Sawyer tighten under her.
"Oh!" she moaned.
"Amd you, my dear. Do you like holding the little innocent that you were so eager to protect?"
"Yes! Please, not so hard!"
"Not so hard?" He hit her again and then slapped Carole again. "Is that better?" He didn't wait for a reply before slapping them one more time.
Carole could do nothing aobut the tears now. She let them come from her eyes, and tried not to think about the pain that was spreading over her body, coming from her reddened ass.
"It's starting to feel better," Mrs. Sawyer whispered.
"Of course it is. You know that I'm right! You know that I always do things that are good for you," Mr. Sawyer told her.
"You do!" Mrs. Sawyer agreed quickly.
Carole didn't pick up her cue quickly enough to keep from being hit again. She was thinking about what Mrs. Sawyer had meant.
Then she realized that the last stroke from Mr. Sawyer's leather strap hadn't hurt as much. It had hurt when he first did it, but as the leather was away from her skin, she could feel a warm, almost hot sensation run through her body. Her ass no longer stung. It felt like it was warming up, almost burning.
She raised her ass a little, anticipating the stroke that came quickly from over her.
"That's it! You know now," Mr. Sawyer said, almost laughing. He hit her twice more, but not as hard as the first time, and he let the leather hit low on her legs to keep from working the same place too much.
Carole wasn't sure what was coming over her. It should hurt to be hit by a leather strap, especially by someone who was as strong as Mr. Sawyer. It had hurt to start with. But now a different sensation was taking over. It was heat, spreading through her body quickly, moving out from the spot where he struck her.
There was a fire in her cunt that was rekindled each time he hit her. She began to hope that his strokes would hit her instead of Mrs. Sawyer and she wiggled her ass to attract him.
"Whore!" he yelled. "You horny cunt! You can't get enough, can you? All you want is for someone to beat your ass and make you come. Wiggle it all around and mash your pussy into her."
Mrs. Sawyer seemed on the verge of crying for a moment, and then she relaxed. Carole could feel her pushing up, grinding her cunt against the air, and mashing her legs against Carole's cunt at the same time.
"Hit me!" Mrs. Sawyer pleaded. "Give it to me! I deserve to be punished because I dared to doubt what you said. Hit me with the leather and punish me!" She was excited now, and she begged her husband to give her more, excite her more, by giving her the leather across her bare skin.
She was also excited by the feel of Carole's young body, pressing so tightly against her. She lifted up from the bed and tried to get Carole to take her tits.
"Suck them," she said softly.
Carole opened her mouth slowly and felt the skin come inside. It was soft and firm, and it made Carole want more to taste even a little of it. The whip hit her again, prompting her to take a mouthful of the white, warm flesh into her mouth and suck it.
"The nipple," Mrs. Sawyer directed, and then she moved so that Carole would be able to take it.
Carole had never done anything like this in her life. She had been approached in the detention home, but she had always refused and had even managed to protect herself from a couple of attacts. She hadn't thought about what it would be like to have sex with another girl. She just didn't want to try it.
But now, with her mouth full of Mrs. Sawyer's tits, she was thinking about nothing else. The woman's soft body, pressed tighlty against her, rubbing her cunt each time either of them was hit, and the taste of her skin in her mouth was all contributing to the feeling of excitement that was building rapidly in Carole's pussy.
Not only did she not mind being tied to Mrs. i Sawyer, forced to have sex with her. She was starting to enjoy it. When Mr. Sawyer struck them again, she bit lightly on Mrs. Sawyer's nipple and felt her shudder in response.
"That's it, Carole. Bite my nipples while he hits us. Bite them harder and feel them getting hard. Do it, Carole!"
"Bite her! Sink your teeth into that soft skin, and suck those tits, Carole!" As if to encourage her, he hit her again across the ass, forcing her to take more into her mouth.
The two of them were working together, cunt against cunt, straining to help each other towards a climax. Mr. Sawyer spanked both of them repeatedly, talking to them as he did it. He didn't sound angry anymore, but he did sound very excited.
"Your ass is red, Carole. Beet red from the leather that's been slapping it. I bet you could both come from just rubbing each other like that while I whip you. Couldn't you, Flo?"
"I could! I almost am! Her body is so hot and young, pressed against me like it is. I love it. Hit me, Jim. Give me the leather on my cunt and make me come."
But Jim didn't hit her again. He had stopped hitting them and talking to them. Carole continued to suck Mrs. Sawyer's tits, but she wondered what had happened to the wonderful piece of leather that Mr. Sawyer had been using on them.
"It's time for the meeting," he announced solemnly.
He reached under them and began untying the ropes he had used to bind them. He was gentle with them, taking care not to rub them with the ropes and leave burn marks on their wrists and legs.
"I didn't know it was so late," Mrs. Sawyer said, pulling herself together very quickly. "Well have to hurry."
Carole was bewildered. Only a minute before she had been pounding her cunt against Mrs.
Sawyer's stomach and sucking her tits wildly, on the verge of coming, and now she was being untied and told that it was time for them to go to a meeting.
"Hurry up, Carole. Wrap the towel around you and then go clean up before the rest of the children arrive." Mrs. Sawyer sounded more like a mother than she had since Carole arrived.
Carole did as she was told, knowing that that was the wisest course of action to take with the Sawyers, even when she didn't have any of why they were doing what they were doing.
She went into their bathroom and used a comb she found there to fix her hair as much as she could. She removed her towel and looked at her ass, seeing the red welts that had appeared there since she had come into the room. They didn't look as bad as she might have expected them to, however, and she thought they would probably be gone by morning.
She thought about masturbating, wondering if she would have enough time to get herself off before the meeting began, but then she remembered what they had told her and didn't dare risk having one or the other of them come into the bathroom and find her with her fingers up her cunt.
No, she thought, I'm not going to risk that. God knows what they might do if they got really angry.
But at the same time, she thought it might be exciting. It might be as good as it had just been, or perhaps even better. She never would have believed that she could have gotten off on having her ass whipped while she sucked a tit, but she seemed to have.
As she heard the other kids coming into the bedroom, she hurried to finish with her hair, still marveling over how strange the Sawyer's methods were, and wondering what Iwould happen next.
It wasn't until she walked back into the bedroom and saw that all of the family had collected and that all of them except Mr. Sawyer were naked, that she got an idea of what might be planned for the remainder of the evening.
CHAPTER THREE
Carole still had the towel wrapped around her, but she let it drop as soon as she realized that everyone else was naked. She took a seat on the floor by Cindy and looked around, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen.
"The meeting tonight," Mr. Sawyer began, "is for us all to get to know Carole. You met her at the dinner table, of course, but now is the time for you to find out more about her.
Carole, would you come up here please?"
As Carole stood and walked over to where Mr. Sawyer was standing, she had trouble making herself believe that she was listening to the same man who had been beating her before.
"She's a very attractive girl," he continued, "and it's always a pleasure to have another pretty face and body at our meetings, isn't it?" He waited for a moment, although he didn't expect an answer, and then he turned to Carole.
"Is there anything about yourself you want us to know?"
Carole searched quickly through her mind, trying to think of something to say. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, and wished desperately that she had something to tell them.
"If not, then why don't we all get down to the meeting. Carole, we have a procedure that we usually follow at these meetings, and I see no reason why we shouldn't continue it tonight. If you'll take your place on the bed, there, then we can begin."
Carole walked to the bed and sat down on it, very unsure of herself in this new situation. She hoped she could count on the kids, and she felt better knowing that Cindy was in the room.
"Spread your legs and lean back," she heard Mrs. Sawyer say.
She did as she was told, spreading her tanned legs out over the white of the bed. It was still wrinkled from her earlier round with Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer, but there was no sign of the ropes and the leather strap.
"Charles, you go first," Mr. Sawyer instructed.
Carole lifted her head so that she would be able to see what was happening, and she saw Charles, one of the sixteen-year-old boys, approaching the bed. She hadn't had a chance to really look at anyone when she first came into the room, so she examined him closely as he walked towards her.
He was a little taller than most boys his age, and he had bright red hair on his head and crotch. He was thin, the way some boys are before they get the musculature that comes with growing older, but he looked powerful, as though he had a lot of unreleased energy built up inside him.
None of that was as impressive as his cock, however. It was almost hard, and it stood out in front of him, moving as he walked towards her, swaying in rhythm with his steps. It was much larger than Carole would have guessed. Almost as big as Mr. Sawyer's.
"Hi," he said when he got to the edge of the bed.
"Hi," Carole answered.
"I think you're beautiful," he told her, looking straight into her blue eyes.
"Thank you. You looked excited," she added. She was trying not to blush or giggle with embarrassment, but it wasn't easy. He might have been accustomed to this procedure, but she wasn't.
"I am excited. Looking at your body, especially your cunt, makes me that way. Are you excited?" He acted as if there wasn't another person in the room.
"Sure, I guess so. I mean, how could I not be?"
"Good. I'm going to fuck you later, but for now I just get to lick your cunt for a minute. Okay?"
"Sure." Carole looked around at the rest of the group. All of them were watching Charles as he got down on his knees and leaned over between Carole's spread legs.
"Here we go!" he said, and then he glued his mouth on to her cunt and started sucking.
"Wow!" Carole sighed, leaning back on the bed again. This kid was no amateur when it came to licking cunts. Carole felt his fat tongue wiggle up inside her, licking the warm walls of her pussy and making her start to cream a little.
"He's good, isn't he, Carole?" Mr. Sawyer asked her. "I taught him that. I teach all the boys how to eat cunt. It doesn't seem like anyone knows how to do that any more. When I was growing up, we all made damn sure we knew how to take care of a woman's pussy before we were old enough to start fucking. I guess that's the difference between living here and living in Europe.
"Just relax, Carole, and let him do all the work. He enjoys it, don't you, Charles?"
Carole felt the vibrations when Charles murmured, "Yes." He used his teeth and tongue expertly, digging deep into her hole and then flattening his tongue as much as he could, stretching the walls of her cunt and exciting the flow of blood into her lips.
By the time he left her, Carole was ready to have more than a tongue.
"Cindy, you go next."
Carole thought that either Mr. or Mrs. Sawyer might say something about the two of them together, but they didn't.
Cindy approached the bed carefully as though she too half expected to be punished for what she supposedly did earlier. When she reached the edge, she stopped and looked down at Carole.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hello," Carole answered.
"You do look beautiful, you know. Your cunt is shining from the wet stuff that Charles left there and your nipples look like they're getting hard. You must be excited."
"I am." Carole stared hard at the dark-haired girl in front of her. Cindy could certainly earn every bit as much praise for her figure as Carole did. The girl had beautiful, firm breasts, a little larger than Carole's and shaped just as well. Her flat stomach led down to a little triangle of dark hair that covered her cunt. Carole looked her over and wondered if she might have a chance alone with her after the others had gone to bed.
"What are you going to do?" Carole asked.
"Well," Cindy answered. "That sort of depends on what you want. Since Charles already licked your pussy, I'd like to suck your tits. Would you like that?"
"I'd like it better if I could do the same thing to you."
"Carole," Mr. Sawyer interrupted, "you'll get to do anything you want later tonight. But for now, you are to he there and let us do everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Carole was sure she could detect some of the earlier harshness in his voice.
Cindy leaned over her, resting her own tits on Carole's stomach and cunt, and began to lick her breasts. She worked slowly, circling each nipple several times before sucking it into her mouth.
After a couple of minutes, she lifted her head and looked at Carole. They were close enough to kiss, but she didn't get any closer.
"That's all for now," Cindy whispered, and then she got up from the bed.
Roger approached the bed quickly, almost running into Cindy as she left. Roger was handsome, better-looking than Charles, and he had a better body. His cock wasn't quite as big, but it was stiff and he acted like he knew how to use it.
"All I really like to do is fuck," he said as soon as he was in front of her. "But I'll do something else if you want."
"I love to fuck," Carole told him. "Can we do that now?"
"Why not?"
Carole had assumed that they were doing some kind of preliminary thing before they started fucking and that the fucking would come later, but no one seemed to object when Roger climbed onto the bed with her. He slipped the head of his cock between her legs and leaned forward, letting it ease into her.
"Now that's what I call home cooking," he said, smiling.
"It feels so good. There's nothing like a cock inside me to make me happy."
"I know just what you mean," he answered.
They pushed against each other until Roger's cock was almost all the way inside, and then began fucking slowly. Their hips came together at the same time and their sexes meshed, bringing satisfaction to both of them as it built up tension.
"Oops," Roger said, pulling his cock out quickly.
"What's wrong? I was getting into that," Carole told him.
"Me, too. That's just the problem. We can't come until we're we're told to-dammit. Haven't they told you that?" He was whispering now, hoping that Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer wouldn't be able to hear him.
"I know," Carole said. She remembered the rules and had the marks to prove it.
Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer evidently felt like they knew Carole well enough already, so they forgot about doing anything special with her. Instead, Mr. Sawyer pulled off his clothes and told everyone to find something to keep him or herself busy.
"It's a free-for-all," Carole said out loud. The thought pleased her enormously, and she reached for the closest cock, Roger's, and stuck it in her mouth.
It was the first cock she had sucked in a long time, and she took her time on it, adjusting to the feel slowly, rounding her lips to grip it, and then running her tongue over it, licking the slightly salty liquid from the tip.
She heard Roger groaning, and she hoped that meant he was enjoying what she was doing to him, because she was sure enjoying it herself. She sucked him deep inside her until she could feel him pushing against the back of her throat, and then she eased off and concentrated on the head. She kissed it and licked it gently, and squeezed his balls at the same time, feeling the thick cord that ran from his cock back between his legs.
It was several minutes before someone was attracted to her cunt. She stopped sucking Roger long enough to see who it was, recognized Cindy and then went back to her sucking.
Carole tried very hard to stay relaxed and not provoke the orgasm that she felt building inside her already. It had been a day of near climaxes except for the quick one in her bed that afternoon, and all of the excitement that had built up in her was anxious to be released.
"Somebody should get in there and fuck her," she heard Mr. Sawyer saying.
"Me!" She was pretty sure it was Charley and not Roger who had volunteered.
Within a few seconds she felt Cindy being lifted out from between her legs and felt Charles lowering himself in, guiding his ample cock with his fingers and getting ready to fuck her.
"Stop sucking him for a minute," he demanded. "After all, I'm the one who's fucking you."
"Don't be a pain," Roger told his friend, but he got out of the way without objecting any more.
"Thanks," Charles said. He slid his dick deep into Carole's spread legs and began to fuck her slowly.
"That feels good, Charles," she told him.
"You don't have to tell me that. I can tell from the expression on your face that you're enjoying it."
"I never was very good at hiding the way I felt." She spread her legs a little more and let him get deeper inside.
"How do you like it?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Fast, or slow, hard or easy, on your back or stomach, or what?"
"Cripes! I never thought about how many choices there were. Why don't you just do whatever comes easy for you, and see if I can get into it too, okay?"
"That sounds fine with me." Evidently he liked to take his time, letting her enjoy the full length of each of his strokes. He worked on her as though they were going to have the rest of the night together, and then many more after it.
"Carole!" Carole looked over her head to see who was speaking to her. She didn't remember his voice, but seeing him standing over her reminded her of what her 'father' looked like.
"I don't mind if you get fucked, of course. But I would appreciate it if you'd suck my cock while you're getting it."
"Sure, Mr. Sawyer."
As he got on his knees and began to lower his dick head into Carole's mouth, Carole thought about what a strange man she was about to start sucking. He was so reserved and stiff, and so formal in his ways. And yet, here he was, organizing and leading an orgy with the children he was supposed to be bringing up for the courts. That was an unusual combination, Carole thought.
"Take it in your mouth," he told her.
Carole opened her mouth wide, making plenty of room for the big dick that was headed towards her. He was much larger than the boys, now that she saw him up close, and she knew he wouldn't be as easy to take care of as they had been.
Of course, that was one of the things that had attracted Carole to him at the dinner table. He was older and more experienced, and naturally he wouldn't be satisfied with just anything. She would have to know what to do for him, and that meant working harder than she had when she was sucking Charles or Roger.
It was still a labor of love, however. She enjoyed only one thing more than sucking and Charles was taking care of that at the same time. She held Mr. Sawyer's cock in her hand and helped him get it in her mouth, sucking the fat, blood-filled head into her lips and then licking it, wetting it so that it would slide into the rest of her mouth easily.
"Good, Carole. That's the way to suck a man's dick. You keep that up and you'll make me come in no time at all."
Carole couldn't answer him except to run her tongue around the head a couple of times. That was answer enough, evidently, because he shoved his dick deeper into her and then pulled it all the way out.
"Too good, Carole. If I'd stayed in there for another fifteen seconds, you'd be drinking my come now."
"Can't say that would be a bad idea," Carole said. She smiled and looked up at the strange man who had taken her in, but he didn't return her smile. He was already looking over the others in the room, deciding where he would go next.
Carole looked, too, still accepting Charles' thrusts between her legs, but excited by all that was happening besides that. She saw Mrs. Sawyer on her hands and knees, blowing Roger and fingering herself at the same time. Cindy was stretched out on the floor, bracing herself for what Mr. Sawyer looked like he was about to do to her.
Mr. Sawyer was kneeling down in front of Cindy, guiding his huge cock towards Cindy but watching his wife blow Roger as he did it.
It's just one big, happy family, Carole thought. What a fucking weird scene this is. The family that fucks together sucks together. I guess there's nothing wrong with it. We're not related or anything, so it's not the same as doing it with your real mother and father, or your real brothers and sister.
"Can I come?"
Carole heard Charles' voice, and she stopped thinking about the strangeness of what they were doing. More important things were starting to happen.
"Yes," she heard Mr. Sawyer say.
"Thanks. Carole! This is it. I'm going to shoot such a load into you that you won't be able to stand it."
"That's what I want, Charles."
"Keep those legs spread honey. You don't have a damn thing to worry about now, except keeping yourself wide open and ready for all the things I have to give you."
He plowed into her, slamming his dick deep into her with each thrust and holding himself in her for a moment before pulling out and slamming in again.
"Dammit, is that nice cunt."
"Dammit, is that nice cock," Carole answered.
"Shit, girl. You really do feel good around my cock. I shouldn't come yet, you know. I should just stay here and keep you all tied up so the others can't get to you. That way I could fuck you all night and nobody could say anything. That's a rule. You can't interrupt someone who's starting to come and who has permission."
"So what's stopping you." Carole was very interested in the idea of being fucked all night, and she didn't care whose cock it was as long as it was big and hard. Any of the men there could have taken care of her easily in that department.
"What's stopping me is your cunt. I couldn't really stay in here and not come. That's why I asked for permission. I never know when I'm going to tease my cock so much that I won't be able to keep it from sending out a load."
He continued to fuck her, and she continued to take it. She raised her legs from the carpeted floor and held them up almost under her chin, and immediately felt the difference.
"Wow! You can get further in," she said.
"I know! That's why I'm starting to shake all over like this. You've got me too far now!
I'm going to come."
Carole could sense the other people in the room stop moving and turn their attention to Charles. There was something about the urgency in his voice that had attracted their attention, and seeing that he was about to shoot, they watched quietly.
"Carole! Dammit, Carole. I'm getting it off! It's starting to come. Help me come, Carole! Help me!"
"Give it to me, Charles. Slide your dick in me and then pump your damn come all the way up into my pussy. I'll drink it all Charles. All of it!"
"Shit! Now! COME!"
"Go, Charles!" Cindy shouted.
"Come!" Roger added.
"Please, Charles. Come!"
He came quickly after that, sending spurts of hot come into Carole's hole and filling her with liquid. He continued to fuck even after he had come, sliding in his own come, shaking with the aftermath of the orgasm.
Carole thought that she was able to control herself pretty well. It had never been hard for her to come, and she had always been able to control it pretty much as she wanted.
But now, suddenly, she found herself starting to come when she hadn't expected it at all. Something about having Charles still sliding around inside her, after he had come, triggered the climax that was now raging through her.
"Fuck her Charles. Give it to her." Cindy was excited. She knew how much Carole must want to come by now, and she hoped that Charles would be able to stay with her and make her go through with it. "Fuck her!"
Charles had started to slow down a little before Carole spoke to him, but as soon as he heard her, he speeded up, sending his dick deep into her again, playing with the walls of her pussy.
"Dammit! Oh, yes Charles. Go wild in there. Fuck my cunt off, Charles. That's the way!"
"Come, Carole. Come just like I did. It'll be great, Carole. Come, honey. Come all over the damn place."
"Yes! YES!"
Carole was shaking with the excitement, wrapping her legs around Charles and pulling him down into her pussy. She didn't want him to get away from her. Not now. Not when she was having an orgasm that felt like her insides were melting down and pouring out of her pussy.
Finally the two of them began to slow down, relaxing into a slow after-come fuck that calmed them both and gradually let them ease off. They couldn't have just stopped after an experience like that.
Charles stayed in her. His dick was almost as hard as it had been when he started fucking her, and he lay on top of her, pressing his chest into her while they watched the others.
At some point the others had changed positions. Roger was fucking Cindy now, and Carole could see his dick sliding into her cunt, burrowing far into her and then coming out again, covered with moisture from her pussy. It was a beautiful sight, and Carole wished she could be a little closer to it so that she could see it even better.
Mr. Sawyer had gone over to his wife and was fucking her now. She was on her hands and knees, and he was sliding his pole all the way into her, making her grunt each time it got in all the way. His balls were loose in their sac, slapping against her legs and ass each time he fucked in.
They were moving in perfect rhythm, but without the excitement that would suggest they were about to come. Carole wondered if there would be another change before the others finished.
"I want to fuck Mrs. Sawyer," Roger announced. He took his cock away from Cindy and walked around so that he was in front of Mrs. Sawyer's face. Instead of fucking her cunt, which was still full of her husband's cock, he fucked her mouth, holding her head and making her take every inch he had.
"Take it, damn you. Take it all the way into your throat and hold it there!"
Carole watched in amazement as she saw the long dick going into Mrs. Sawyer's mouth. She didn't believe the woman was able to hold all of it in her, letting him slide it so far into her throat, without choking on it. But Mrs. Sawyer did it, over and over.
"Fuck me, somebody," Cindy called. Mr. Sawyer took that as his cue. He must have decided that she's getting enough with Roger, Carole thought.
He got up from behind his wife and walked over to Cindy on the other side of her. Instead of fucking her, though, he kneeled in front of her, between her spread legs and stuck his tongue deep into her. She was getting fucked, but with a tongue instead of a cock.
"Oh, Mr. Sawyer. That's even better than a dick. You do that so damn well, I can't stand it. More, Mr. Sawyer. Give me all your tongue and let me squeeze it with my pussy."
Mr. Sawyer was talking, but it was impossible to understand what he was saying. He was cramming his tongue so far into Cindy that his words weren't clear.
"Excuse me, Carole," Charles said, gently taking his dick out. "I think Mrs. Sawyer could probably use a little help over there."
He hurried over behind her and slid his dick up into her cunt.
Mrs. Sawyer stopped sucking Roger for a minute, and reached around to Charles' cock. She took it out of her cunt and smeared the cunt juice that was on the tip all over the rest of it, and then re-aimed him for another hole.
"Fuck my ass, Charles. I want to feel you in my butt."
Charles didn't hesitate for a second. While Carole watched in complete amazement, Charles slid his dick easily into Mrs. Sawyer's asshole and started pumping her there.
As soon as she felt the dick going home into her ass, Mrs. Sawyer returned to the cock she had been sucking. She liked both of the boys, and the way they used their dicks. If she had her choice, she would rather have Roger fuck her and suck Charles' cock, but there wasn't that much difference between them, and she wasn't about to complain at this point.
Carole was excited again. She couldn't watch all that was happening and not want to get involved in it herself. She turned around on the floor so that her head was close to Mrs. Sawyer's tits and then she reached for her with her mouth, sucking the big breast into her. This was what she had been doing when Mr. Sawyer stopped them before, and she felt as though she had unfinished business.
They stayed that way for several minutes, each person busy with a cock or a cunt, an ass or a breast; each person working as hard as he or she could to bring either himself or his partner off completely.
"Get it up here," Charles growled, slapping Mrs. Sawyer lightly across her ass.
"Take it you horny bitch!" Roger told her, shoving his dick into her and grabbing her hair to make her stay all the way down on his dick.
"Please!"Cindy cried. She was coming, but there wasn't anyone around with enough time to watch her. She was on her own, with only Mr. Sawyer's tongue to help her finish.
That was all it took, though. He dug it deep into her, munching on her cut at the same time, and jerking his own big dick with his hand. The two of them strained together, and Cindy came groaning and begging for more tongue until she was exhausted.
Then Mr. Sawyer stood up and shot his load onto her naked body. Carole could see that from where she was lying, and she was surprised by the amount and distance he shot it. She had seen a man come before, but never so much or so far.
The come spurted out of his dick and arched across and down onto Cindy, splashing her on the chest and face, covering her with its hot slime.
Cindy jumped each time another spurt hit her, as if she were being burned by the heat of the load that was being pumped out of Mr. Sawyer's balls.
"Come, Mr. Sawyer. Cover me with your come. Make it shower all over me. Please! Shoot your come on me!"
"Hold still!" he demanded. He wanted to get his come on her, and wanted her to stay under him.
Cindy did as he told her, remaining motionless while he emptied all of his white heat onto her.
"Take it!" Roger growled again. He was pumping furiously into Mrs. Sawyer's mouth now, still holding her hair and making her take every bit of his cock into her throat. "I'm going to come, whore," he told her and then he slapped her face lightly.
"Me, too!" Charles announced. He had come inside Carole only minutes ago, but something about the way Mrs. Sawyer's asshole was gripping him made him do it all over again.
"Take my come!" he told her, and she wiggled her ass, urging him to shoot it all into her.
"Take it!" Roger yelled at her and he strained with the orgasm that was beginning in his balls and continuing through his whole body.
But it was Mrs. Sawyer who came last, and who had the best orgasm, judging from the way she reacted to it.
It began as sort of a low groan, that could have come from one of the men instead of her. It grew as she sucked on the cock that Roger had shoved in her mouth, and grew more with the feel of Charles' cock in her asshole.
"Mmmm!" she moaned, trying to get more dick from each of them.
Charles began to slap her ass lightly, over and over, hitting her just a little harder each time until his handprints began to show in red on the older woman's ass.
"Come, damn you. Come and don't stop for anything."
Mr. Sawyer started to get into the act at that point. He moved over to his wife and pushed Roger out of the way.
"Suck this one," he told her. His dick was almost hard, and he fed it into her throat like a hose, making her take all of him just as she had taken all of Roger before him.
"All the way inside you," he demanded, and that's what she did with it. She was having more trouble with him than she had with Roger, because he was so much larger, but she did it anyway, letting him find the opening to her throat, and then swallowing him into her.
"That's it! Come, Flo! Come with my dick in your mouth and with Charles climbing up your asshole. Come!"
Carole felt the nipple in her mouth stiffen, and she knew that Mrs. Sawyer was coming. She felt the mother who had adopted her from out of the detention home. She felt her come, and she held her all the way through it.
Everyone had come then, and Charles had even come twice. That was all the energy that any of them seemed to have. They were tired and they disentangled themselves slowly.
"I trust you've all had a pleasant evening. I think everybody finished. Right?" Mr. Sawyer looked around the center of his bedroom at his wife and their 'children."
He decided it had been a good meeting and that they should all congratulate themselves on having done so well.
"Especially," he continued, "I think we should congratulate Carole. She's been marvelous this evening, don't you think?"
Everyone agreed with him quickly, and as tired as she was, Carole smiled and blushed. It embarrassed her for anyone to call that much attention to her, especially for doing something that came so easily to her, as sex did.
"Now, I know you all have to go to school tomorrow, except Carole, so I would suggest that you get back to your rooms and get to sleep. Any questions before we adjourn?"
No one seemed to have any questions or comments to make, so they all got up from the floor and bed, and returned to their own rooms.
As she shut the door to their room, Carole wondered if she would be allowed to sleep in the same bed with Cindy, instead of the two of them having to sleep alone. But she couldn't even be sure if Cindy would want to do it.
"Hey, Cindy," she finally asked as they started to get into bed.
"What, Carole?" Cindy's voice sounded heavy, as though she were almost asleep already.
"Do we have to-you know. Do we have to sleep alone?" She was more than a little amazed that she had finally gotten up enough nerve to say it out loud.
"Well, Carole, it's like this. There are no real rules about where you sleep, but you saw the way Mr. Sawyer acted when he came in here and found us in bed together."
"I remember real well," Carole told her.
"Well, he could just as easily come in here during the night, or maybe in the morning before we get up, and he could find us together. Now if he were in his usual good humor, that would mean we would be put on probation from the house, and would mean absolutely no free time. All the time you were at home, you would have to work, doing things like polishing silver and stuff like that. You understand what I'm trying to say?"
Carole was alone in her bed, just beginning to drift off to sleep. She had resigned herself to the fact that she would have to sleep alone that night, even though she wanted very much to join Cindy in her bed.
But she decided to go to sleep instead. Quickly she started to breathe the heavy, deep breaths of sleep, and by the time Cindy had finished explaining how and why they couldn't sleep together, Carole was in her bed, sound asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she woke up the next morning, Carole was alone in the room. She had trouble remembering where she was. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling and saw none of the familiar cracks in the painted plaster.
She didn't panic. Carole didn't panic very often. Instead, she looked around at the ceiling and decided that it looked a little familiar. She tried to think where she might have seen it before.
"Carole, it's time to get up!"
The voice was coming from far away, but it was a strong, female voice that carried over the distance that separated them.
Carole blinked and stared at the ceiling some more, until she was sure she had seen it recently, very recently. She ignored the voice calling her because it didn't sound familiar.
"Last night," she said to herself. "The last thing I can remember from last night is sucking a cock. And being fucked. And talking with Cindy!" She remembered all of it. A flood of memories rushed through her mind and she could now look around her new room at the Sawyers' house. She knew where she was. And she knew who was calling her.
"Carole, it's nine o'clock! You have to get up!"
"Yes, Mrs. Sawyer," she called out, sure that her voice wasn't strong enough to be heard. "Carole?"
"Yes, Mrs. Sawyer!" she called back, louder. "Good. Breakfast is on the table."
"Be right down."
Carole hated the morning. She had hated it all of her life. She hated the sensation of just waking up, when her body wasn't really functioning yet and her mind wasn't clear. She felt very vulnerable in the morning, and that was why she always had hated it.
She put on the dress she had worn last night and washed quickly in the hall bathroom before going to breakfast. She avoided looking at herself in the mirror, because her few years of experience in such matters told her that she wouldn't like what she saw.
Breakfast consisted of cereal, toast and coffee. Mrs. Sawyer had set it all out, but Carole had to make her own toast and pour her own cereal. It looked like a cafeteria setup. Carole decided it made sense to serve breakfast that way if there were more than a couple of people and if they were going to be eating at different times each morning.
It took a second cup of coffee for her to begin to feel even a little bit awake. She sat in the kitchen and looked out the large window that was over the sink. Spring was going strong then. The leaves had most of their leaves and the sun was getting quite warm. The birds were all back and singing.
Carole decided that it wasn't such an awful morning to be alive. And awake.
"Well, good. I was afraid you were going to sleep all day."
"Good morning, Mrs. Sawyer. I guess I was pretty tired from last night. Has everyone left?"
"All of the children have. Mr. Sawyer has gone to the store, but he'll be back soon. He's not going into his office today because the auditor is coming in and he won't be able to do any work anyway." She stared at Carole for a moment, and then began to clear away the breakfast things.
"I'll do that, Mrs. Sawyer," Carole offered, standing up.
"No, thank you, dear. This is part of my routine, and it wouldn't do to have it upset. You just finish your coffee. Di you make your bed?"
"Not yet. I will as soon as I go back up." Carole wished she had thought to do it before she had come down.
"You need to make it up before you come down to breakfast, Carole." She looked closely at the girl. "And you need to wash your face. Cleanliness is very important."
"Yes, ma'am," she answered, making an unconscious wipe across her nose.
"Why don't you go upstairs and finish getting dressed. When you come back down, you'll find a list of things I want you to do today. It will be sitting right here," she said, pointing to the table.
"Yes, Mrs. Sawyer." Carole got up from the table and carried her dishes over to the sink.
"Just leave those there," Mrs. Sawyer told her. "That's all part of my morning routine."
Back upstairs, Carole washed her face and then went into her room. There was a small dresser on the wall opposite the desks, and she sat down at it and stared at her reflection.
She looked pretty good, she thought, in spite of all that had happened to her. It looked to her like she had gotten prettier while she had been in jail, which wasn't the effect she thought it would have. She took off her dress and sat wearing only a bra and panties as she stared at her image in the mirror in front of her.
She put her hands under the cups of the bra and lifted them a little, wondering as she had so many times before, how long it would be before she had the breasts of a real woman instead of the smaller breasts of a girl growing up. She unhooked her bra and held the mounds of flesh in her hands, rubbing the nipples a little to make them hard.
She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard someone outside the door.
Probably Mrs. Sawyer snooping around, the thought. Guess I'd better not be playing with my tits when she walks in here.
She reached down on the dresser for a brush, Cindy's brush, and started to brush her hair, waiting for Mrs. Sawyer to come into the room. She ran the brush through the blonde strands over and over, seeing them shine, loving the color.
"That's good for your hair."
Carole jumped, startled by the sound of the male voice behind her. She looked in the mirror and saw Mr. Sawyer standing behind her, watching her closely.
"Good morning, Mr. Sawyer."
"Good morning, Carole. How do you feel this morning?"
"Pretty good. Mrs. Sawyer said you weren't going to the office this morning."
"That's right. It wouldn't make any sense to go in, and besides, I can use a long weekend.
There are things that need to be done around here. Would you like me to brush your hair?"
"Thanks."
Carole turned and handed Mr. Sawyer her brush, then turned back so that she could watch what he was doing in the mirror.
Having her hair combed was like being petted, Carole thought, and it made her want to purr. She closed her eyes as soon as he began and let the long strokes of the brush help her to stay relaxed.
"You have very beautiful hair, Carol," Mr. Sawyer said softly.
"Thank you. I think I get it from my mother. She was a good-looking woman."
Carole leaned back a little, brushing her hair against Mr. Sawyer. Only yesterday she Iwouldhave felt a little strange, sitting at a dressing table, naked except for her underwear, having a man she barely knew brushing her hair.
But that was behind her now. She had been to be with this man. He had taught her a few things, and his 'sons' had given her one of the best lays of her life. There was no point in being shy around him, and modesty was not a consideration.
"Did you enjoy last night?"
"The meeting?" she said.
"Well, yes, the meeting, too. I was thinking more of what happened before the meeting."
Carole kept her eyes closed and thought about being on the bed, tied to Mrs. Sawyer's naked body, and the feel of the leather strap across her ass.
"Well-" she was afraid to answer him. Either yes or no would be dangerous.
"I think you did," he answered for her.
"How did you know?" Carole wondered.
"You certainly were acting like you were enjoying it. After you relaxed, I had the definite feeling that you didn't want to stop when it was time for the meeting." He kept on brushing her hair as he talked with her.
"You're right. It hurt me at first, and I was afraid of what you might do. But after a while, it started to feel sexy. I don't know why. It had never happened to me before, but all of a sudden, it was like there was a fire in my cunt."
"A fire?" he asked.
"It was warm, and it kept getting warmer. I really wanted to get fucked, I think. I'm glad we had the meeting after that."
"So I take it you like the rest of the family. The boys?"
"Oh, yes, sir. They're very, well, very nice."
"And they fuck very well, too, don't they? I taught them all of that, of course. When they came here, they knew almost nothing about fucking. I taught them almost everything they know.
"I guess you taught them well."
The brush dropped to the floor and Mr. Sawyer picked it up. He began running the bristles through Carole's hair while they talked.
"Most of the children that live here, even for a short time, seem to learn quite a lot," he told her. "We try to give them a good foundation for living a useful life."
"Yes, sir." Carole thought about what Mr. Sawyer had said. She believed that the kids that went through there probably did learn a lot that they hadn't learned before, and that it might be useful to them after they left. She wondered how many kids had been sent to the Sawyers by the courts. Judging from the way Mr. Sawyer talked, it must have been quite a few.
The brush felt good, and she could almost tell that it was good for her hair. She watched the older man in the mirror and studied the concentration with which he ran the brush through her golden hair.
"You learned your first lesson last night. There will be more. I trust that appeals to you?"
"I'm not-yes," she finally decided. "Yes, I'll be glad to see more of it. I guess I have a lot to learn."
"There is a lot more. Would you be interested in seeing some of it?" He brushed continuously.
"now?"
"Why not? Since I'm going to be here all day, I think I can devote a few hours to you. Not all at once, of course, but a little now and a little later."
Carole automatically spread her legs slightly, thinking about having sex with Mr. Sawyer. Looking at his reflection, she could remember what it had been like the night before with him and how much she had enjoyed it. She couldn't refuse himnow, or any other time he offered to have any kind of sex with her. Especially if it was going to be as exciting as it had been the night before.
"It sounds good," Carole answered.
"Take off your pants," he said, stepping back from her.
Carole stood up and pulled down her panties, still watching in the mirror as she did it. She saw the light hair appear from the waistband, and then the slightly protruding lips.
Mr. Sawyer stood behind her, looking down at the flesh of her ass that was appearing slowly.
The entire night before, all he had been able to think of was the white cheeks of Carole's ass, and the tiny red welts that had appeared there when he began to hit her with the leather strap. There was something about seeing the red against the white, listening to her cries, and feeling the power in his body as he struck her, that excited him as much as anything ever had.
"Hurry!" he demanded, aware of the change in the sound of his voice. It was deeper than it had been before, and sounded much more powerful. He knew that the more he talked to her, the harsher his voice would become. It was always like that.
Carole slid the panties off quickly and tossed them on the floor, then she turned and faced her master. Looking in his eyes, she saw the same glint of cruelty and glee that she had seen both in the matron's eyes and in Mrs. Sawyer's eyes. It didn't scare her as much any more, but it excited her terribly.
"What are you going to do?" The shaking in her voice was very real. She was apprehensive.
"What?" He was outraged.
"What are you going to do?" she repeated. She was shaking all over now, fearing that she had done something wrong. That was part of the fear-excitement which accompanied having sex with Mr. Sawyer. She never knew if she was doing or saying the right things.
"Don't you dare question me! You will do what I say, when I say it, no matter what it is. You have no right to ask questions in advance. You will speak to me when I ask you to, and not before. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Carole answered quickly, hoping he wouldn't hit her. She couldn't keep from funching when he moved his hand slightly, even though he didn't bring it close to her.
"It's good you're afraid of me. You should be. No matter what else, there is always the possibility that I might lose control. I never have before, but I admit the possibility of there being a first time if you were to anger me enough with your stupidity."
"Yes, sir!" Carole filled all the pauses in Mr.
Sawyer's rantings with agreement. She thought it would be safer, and she certainly didn't want to find out if she could make him angry enough to really hurt her. He could get mad enough when she did everything right.
"Come!" he demanded. He sat on the chair and spread his legs apart, indicating his right knee to her.
Carole hesitated because she didn't know what she was supposed to do. She stared dumbly at the man seated in front of her, pointing to his right knee, wondering what in the hell he wanted her to do.
"Come!" he repeated a little louder.
Carole could tell that he was losing patience with her, but she didn't know what to do about it. She didn't dare ask him what he wanted of her, but she was afraid to wait any longer. Obviously he thought he was making himself perfectly clear. Her instinct was to run, but she knew she could never get away from him. He was too big. He would catch her before she got out of the room, and then he really would be angry.
"What do you want me to do?" she said suddenly, on the verge of tears.
"Dammit! Get over here and bend over my knee! Are you so incredibly stupid that you can't understand the simplest of commands?"
By the time he had finished his sentence, Carole was up to him and starting to bend over, displaying her white ass for him, bracing herself on his left knee.
"Stupid!" he yelled, and he brought the brush down against her ass, scratching her with the coarse bristles.
"Oh! Please!" Carole screamed. The pain was intense, and it stayed with her. It wasn't as bad as the leather had been, but he was hitting her harder, much harder than he had the night before.
"You aren't stupid. You're a very bright girl. Your problem is that you're lazy. You are unwilling to use the good mind that you've been given. You'd rather think about having a cock shoved into your cunt, and let the rest of the world go by. You must learn to control yourself better than that. You must learn discipline!"
The brush hit her again, and she flexed the muscles in her ass in response to the pain. It wasn't yet the pain she remembered. There was no pleasure in it, only the hurt from the scratching of the bristles and the hurt from the slap of the brush on her naked skin.
"Please!" she begged him again, unsure of what she was begging for, only knowing that she had to say it.
"How dare you!" he yelled, hitting her again. "Do you think that I'll allow you to get away so easily after you have demonstrated your sluggishness to me? Do you think I would be doing the right thing? Do you think I would be acting as a father should?"
As he spoke, he reached with his left hand until he found her nipple. He began to squeeze it, not with the gentle loveplay that Carole had felt with other men, but harder and harder until it began to hurt enormously.
"What?" She struggled briefly, trying to free her tit from his fingers, hoping it would slip away. Then she felt the brush again and she stopped trying to squirm away.
"Don't move. You must learn to control your body and your mind. What I'm doing, I'm doing for your good, and you must submit! Do you understand?"
"Yes!"
"Do you agree?"
"Yes!"
The brush came again, to emphasize the importance of what he was saying to her. "Will you do better?"
"Yes!" Carole was crying now, but as the tears began to flow, she felt spots of warmth appear on her body, her ass and her tit, and she felt them start to apread.
She cried again, but this time from relief. For a moment she had begun to think that last night had been exceptional. The pain that had turned into pleasure as it increased was an accident, and that she couldn't expect it to be that way most of the time.
But now the warmth and good feeling was returning. It began in her ass and spread down between her legs until her pussy slowly began to cream. The pain from one tit spread to the other until it hurt in both, and it transformed itself into the same warmth and glowing sensation.
"Yes," Carole sighed, softly. "What?"
"Yes, sir!" She had relaxed too much and she got the brush again as her punishment.
She felt him move his right leg slightly so that his knee was almost between her legs, jammed tight up against her cunt. When she moved slightly, he pushed a little harder, and brushed the rough wool of his pants across her skin.
"Oh,-please!" Now she knew what it was that she wanted. She wanted to feel the brush again. She wanted to keep the pain-pleasure in her ass going, to make it coincide with the manipulation of her cunt by his knee.
"More!" he announced and hit her.
Jim knew that she was starting to enjoy it. He always knew the exact moment when his punishment ceased to hurt and began to give pleasure, and he controlled that moment as much as he could, delaying it for as long as possible and then going with it all the way.
"Now!" he told her and he slapped each of her cheeks with the brush, rubbing his knee into her pussy while he did it.
"Yes!" she answered him, feeling his finger squeeze her nipple.
Carole was breathing heavily. Her body ached for some kind of release, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted a cock to be shoved into her cunt, hard. She wanted to feel her insides being torn apart with Mr. Sawyer's big dick, plunging into her, ripping her wide open with each stroke.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded.
"Cunt!" he answered. He threw the brush onto the floor and began slapping her with his bare hand, enjoying the sensation of her flesh against his.
Carole moved a little, slipping her arm down between his legs instead of resting it on one of them. She felt his cock, hard, wanting her as much as she wanted him, and she wondered how she could get him to fuck her.
"Please!" Let me have her dick. Let me get fucked. You've got me hot now, and I need it. Please!"
"Cunt!" he repeated. "What makes you think I want to give you that satisfaction. Just because my dick is hard, doesn't mean that I'd be willing to go along with your sexual desires. You have to learn more control over your body. You have to learn to wait for what you want. Do you know this now?"
"Yes!" she screamed. His hand was hitting her hard, burning her each time it hit.
He spit onto her ass, wetting it so that the slapping would hurt even more, and then he struck each of her cheeks once so that she could feel the force of his blows on her wet skin.
"Will you control yourself?"
"Yes!"
"Will you wait until you are told you can have a cock before you start reaching for it!" He slapped her twice more before she could answer him.
Carole was sobbing now, choking on the tears that were pouring from her eyes, and the tightness in her throat. She needed to be fucked, and that was all she could think of. The heat in her pussy was unbearable, and there was only one thing that would put it out. Mr. Sawyer's dick.
"Yes, sir!" she cried.
"Good!" He picked her up, lifting her from his knee. His pants were soaked from the wetness that had leaked from her pussy, drenching him as proof of her desire for a cock.
He threw her towards the bed and ripped open his pants, walking towards her as he did it, letting her see the cock that was going to invade her only briefly.
Without turning her over, and without warning her what was going to happen, he shoved his dick into her, cramming inch after inch of the monster into her waiting hole.
"Dammit!" Carole cried. She hadn't expected him to do it to her like that. It was how she wanted it, how she needed it, but she hadn't been really ready to have the entire thing slid into her at once. She tried to stay relaxed and adjust to it, but it was hard. He was so big and so brutal.
"Take it, you cunt. That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to shove my dick into you, didn't you?"
"Yes!" She had fallen forward on the bed, so that her face was pressed into the blanket that covered it and her tits were rubbing against the rough material. Her legs still rested on the floor, high enough to make her as a tempting target and her cunt available to him. "Give it to me, please!"
As she tried to relax herself, she felt the need growing inside to have him cram himself into her.
"Give it to me!" she begged.
"Take it!"
"More!" She had her legs spread as wide as she could, and as he began to fuck her, drawing his dick out almost all the way and then cramming all of it into her, she wiggled up to take even more. She couldn't be satisfied until she had all of him buried in her. If she'd been able to get his balls, she would have taken them, too.
"Take it, you cunt. Your cunt is to tight, it feels like you're trying to squeeze my cock off. This is better than you deserve. I should just let you have a finger."
He slammed into her, holding her hips to brace himself as his pants fell down around his ankles. He looked down at her white ass that was covered with tiny red marks from the brush, and longer thicker marks that his fingers had made when he slapped her.
The sight of it excited him even more, and he fucked her harder than he had, barely able to control the rage and excitement that was building in his cock and balls.
"I'm going to come!" Carole screamed.
The heat that had been building from the slapping and from the hairbrush, was overtaking her whole body now. She was glowing all over and she knew it would only be moment before the cock in her triggered a flooding orgasm.
"Fuck me! Dammit, give me that big cock!" she yelled.
He sank deep into her and stayed there for a moment, reveling in the sensation of her pussy all around him, covering him completely from the tip of his cock to his balls.
Then he pulled out almost to the edge, hanging in her almost only by the suction of her cunt on his cock, and he slapped her once, hard, across the cheeks, making new marks to go with the fading, darker red ones that were already there.
"Oh, hell! I'm coming!" Carole tightened her grip on his cock, making sure that he wouldn't take it away from her. She felt her orgasm begin to rush through her, flooding her, satisfying her as he continued to assault her cunt.
"Come! Dammit!' she yelled.
"Take it!" He slapped her again. "I'm going to come!" He rode her cunt like he had never fucked before, and would never get to again. He crammed his cock into her and kept it there for only a split second before ripping it out again, ready to fuck into her another time.
"You cunt! Your sucking the come out of my cock, making me shoot all over you! Take it!" he demanded.
Jim's knees felt weak. He leaned on her more heavily as he continued to plunge into her, his body being torn apart by the force of his climax. It was tearing his balls apart, and he could feel the come tearing out of him, shooting quickly up his dick and then pumping spurt after hot, steaming spurt into her waiting hole.
"Good heaven, is that fine! Oh, what a damn good cunt!"
Gradually his strokes became slower, and he started to get control over himself again. He still held onto Carole's hips tightly, bracing himself in her with his dick. But the come was just dribbling out of the tip and he was a little softer now then he had been during the peak of his orgasm.
"It was good," he announced.
"Mmm," Carole agreed quickly. She was still face down on the bed, with her legs spread wide on the floor. Her entire body felt alive, glowing and happy, inside and out.
"That was a good lesson," she said as she felt him pull his dick slowly out of her. "A really good lesson. My pussy is happy now."
"Remember the things I told you," Jim told her. His voice was more like it usually was now. It wasn't the deep rasping voice that he used when he was giving her commands.
"Yes, sir." She turned from the bed and watched him as he pulled his pants up over his slimy cock. The knee was still wet from her cunt juice, and his cock soaked the front.
"Looks like I'll have to have these cleaned," he said, looking down at the front of his pants.
"I hope it was worth it," she said. She felt bad that she had gotten his pants dirty, but she couldn't help but think he wouldn't mind too much. She looked from his crotch to his face.
"I think it was," he answered, smiling. Then he tucked in his shirt and left the room.
Carole fell back on the bed and stared again at the ceiling. She hugged herself and laughed, feeling good, satisfied.
She wondered what the rest of her first full day at the Sawyers held in store for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carole awoke with a start. She had drifted off to sleep without even really feeling tired, and only a jolting nightmare had awakened her, swimming in her own sweat.
She had dreamed of being trapped in a dungeon. The dream was so real for her that she could sense the dampness of the walls around her and smell the mustiness of the cave-like room in which she found herself.
She dreamed of being on a rack, with her arms and legs bound and then pulled in opposing directions. Mrs. Sawyer was standing over her, holding a strap like the one that Mr. Sawyer had used the night before. She lifted her head and found that she could roll over so that she was on her stomach, deflecting the blows to her back and her ass. She was writhing, not trying to get away from the stinging piece of leather, but trying to make it hit her harder, moving her body so that it would hit the places she wanted hit, like a dog under his master's scratching hand.
"Hit me, hit me!" she screamed over and over, trying then to spread her legs and raise her cunt so that the blows could fall directly onto her pussy.
And throughout the dream, Mrs. Sawyer stood over her, smiling her least sincere smile, her eyes glowing and the sweat shining on her body.
"Hit me!" When Carole awoke, she could still hear the echo of her voice in the room, carrying the 'hit me!' to her ears. She was sweating and breathing heavily, and as aroused as she had been before Mr. Sawyer fucked her.
"What's going on!" she asked herself aloud. "What's happening?"
"I feel like I'm starting to lose my goddam fucking mind! All I can think about is fucking and getting beaten with the goddam leather strap. My ass gets red just thinking about how good that feels when the pain wears off and your skin starts to glow. And my cunt feels like I haven't been fucked in weeks! It's like I need a forty-five inch dick shoved into it!"
She stared at the ceiling, remembering her thoughts just before she went to sleep, remembering how happy she was after she had been fucked. And beaten, by Mr. Sawyer.
"Well, I'm sure as hell not happy now. I've got to get something going or I'll burn up!"
She got up from the bed and threw on a pair of jeans and T-shirt that Cindy had left from the night before. They fit her as well as they fit Cindy, gently molding themselves around the curves of her body, scooping up her ass and tits and holding them out as if for the taking. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed.
"That's a fuck-me outfit if I've ever seen one. If I can't find something in this, I won't ever find anything."
She knew she had to get out of the house. It was the only way she could get the satisfaction she was looking for. She needed to find some good looking guy to fuck her. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, looking the way she did, she thought. It should be easy. If she could get out of the house.
She crept down the stairs as quietly as possible, and heard voices in the living room. She knew that had to be Mrs. and Mrs. Sawyer, which meant that she would have to go out the back way. She tried to move especially quietly when she got to the bottom of the stairs, just barely missing a toy mouse that the cat played with and which made a squeeking, dying noise when ever it was touched.
Once she got all the way down the hall to the kitchen, it was a little safer. She could hear the voices, further away now, and she was sure that the Sawyers hadn't heard her. By the time she crossed the kitchen floor, she was already envisioning the man who would fuck her, thinking of how he would treat her, knowing that he wouldn't beat her like the Sawyers did.
Carole looked forward to that. She needed a little reassurance that she wouldn't go crazy if she stayed in the house. She wouldn't be fucked up for the rest of her life if she could just go out and prove that she could fuck like everybody else. She didn't need to have leather or a hairbrush. She didn't need anything but a man with a hard cock who was willing to give it to her.
She hoped she could find a mature man. Perhaps a business man who hadn't gone to work, like Mr. Sawyer. Or maybe one on vacation. That would be best. She appreciated the way they knew what they were doing, and the way they paid attention to special detail. Their years of experience showed when they got into bed.
She had reached the back door and was turning the handle when she heard the voice behind her.
"Where in the hell do you think you're going?" It was Mrs. Sawyer, and she sounded madder than Carole had heard her.
"I-was-"
"You were what?"
"I was just going out-into the backyard." Carole was so stunned she couldn't lie. She stared into the flushed face in front of her, and saw that Mrs. Sawyer was crying she was so angry.
"How dare you!" She was trying to keep her voice down, and Carole guessed that the voices she had heard were Mr. Sawyer and someone else. "You were sneaking out of here! You think I couldn't tell that, standing here watching you creep across the floor?! Get into the cellar, you little whore!" She pointed to the door that led downstairs and raised her other hand as if to strike Carole immediately.
Carole didn't have time to think of any escape. If she didn't do what she was told immediately, she was going to get hit, and hit very hard. She could only move and hope that Mrs. Sawyer wouldn't start yelling and bring her husband out from the living room. That would really make everything bad.
She hurried to the door and opened it, flipped on the light just inside the door and ran down the steps into the basement. She could hear the clip-clop of Mrs. Sawyer's shoes as she came down after her.
Flo was mad. If she looked madder and sounded madder than she ever had before, it was probably because that was how she felt. She was already annoyed that the girl had gotten a morning spanking on her husband's first day home from the office in weeks. It seemed to her that he should have accorded her that special treatment. After all she was his wife. She hadn't said anything when he told her about it. He had to explain the stains on his pants, and she listened to the story without letting him know how jealous she was.
But after he had left the room to talk with the lady who was his accountant. When he was downstairs in the living room, and she was still upstairs, she had said plenty to him, keeping her voice low enough so that it couldn't be heard downstairs.
"You son of a bitch!" she had hissed at him, knowing that he couldn't hear her.
"You bastard! How can you come in here and tell me that you've stained your goddam pants, fucking some little half assed cunt that you've only just met. How can you have the goddam nerve to tell me that you think I'm attractive and the best fuck in town, and then walk out of here and in with her?
"And that whore! Imagine being nervy enough to seduce a woman's husband right in front of her. Imagine the balls it must take to ask a man to comb your hair when you're sitting there naked and you know his wife is in the house! If I had my hands on her right now I'd kill her!"
She stormed around the bedroom muttering to herself, and then went downstairs and into the kitchen. She had started to prepare the special dinner she had planned for him, but couldn't make herself do it. Instead she sat at the kitchen table and stared straight ahead, trying to control her wrath.
She was relatively calm by the time she saw the kitchen door swing open. She was surprised to see Carole, and almost spoke to her as soon as she recognized her, but then waited to see what the girl was doing.
"Escaping! Running away! Out the goddam door!" she screamed, following Carole down the stairs. "Where do you get the nerve?" She hurried after her, thinking quickly exactly how she would punish the girl. She was sure she would be able to find all of the equipment she needed in the basement. It was well stocked.
"Strip!" she said as soon as she was at the bottom of the stairs. She looked back up to make sure the door was closed tightly and then advanced on the terror stricken girl. She didn't want anyone to hear what was going to be happening next.
"Where! How can you dare!" she was screaming but without making any more noise than she would if she were whispering.
Carole cowered in a corner of the rather small room. The walls and floor were bare, with only a naked bulb hanging in the center of the room. She pressed into the damp wall, as if she could make herself disappear by pushing against it hard enough, perhaps slip through a crack.
"Get out here! I told you to strip! I meant it!" She stood directly under the light, which cast harsh, dark shadows across her face, accently all of her already sharp features. And her eyes seemed to be glowing. They picked up just enough light from the overhead bulb to shine.
Only the fear of what would happen to her, and how much worse it would be if she didn't move, got Carole out of the corner and into the center of the room.
"You whore! You think I'll put up with you're sneaking out of the room I gave you out of the house that was given to you to keep you out of jail? You think that just because you had my husband's dick up your cunt you have the right to do any goddam thing you please!
"Well let me tell you something, you lowlife cunt. I don't plan to put up with anything of the kind. I'll make you wish that you'd been left in jail to rot away! I'll make that matron there seem like a guardian angel by the time I'm through with you!
"You seem surprised. Of course I know about the matron. I know about the goddam jails because I was in one for three years. Do you know why? Because I killed someone. Accidently, but I killed her just the same. The court was lenient, and they let me off with three years, but I saw everything there was to see while I was there.
"That's when I decided to go along with it. Go along with the things that I felt in my body, and quit trying to hide it. What was the use of trying to pretend that I didn't have animal instincts inside me? Why shouldn't I show all the passion that I feel?"
Carole stared in horror. The woman was losing her mind, right there in front of Carole, threatening to commit a second murder.
"Young lady! I've told you for the last time to take those clothes off. If you aren't out of them in fifteen seconds, I'm going to rip them off of you, and I'll probably take about half your skin at the same time. Do you understand?"
Carole pulled the T-shirt over her head, tearing it as she pulled it free of her arms, and then lost a button on the jeans getting them off over her shoes. She kicked her way out of her tennis shoes and stood almost at attention in front of Mrs. Sawyer, naked.
"Don't move!" She stepped back, away from Carole but watching her all of the time, and pulled her own dress off.
Carole gasped when she saw what Mrs. Sawyer was wearing. It was a bra that had had the cups cut out, leaving her with a halter that held her breasts only at the base. She had on some kind of garter belt that held up her black stockings, but left a hole for her to get fucked through, and her high-heeled shoes. That was all. She reached up on the wall and pulled down a belt that was hanging there, and then weighed it in her hands.
"Pull that chair overhere," she ordered, pointing to a stool-like chair in the corner.
Carole hurried to the chair, still not having any idea of what was going to happen to her next.
"Put your head through there! No further!" She made Carole push all the way through the chair until only her ribs were resting on it. Her shoulders and tits were all the way through the small opening and she was hanging half on one side and half on the other.
Mrs. Sawyer moved quickly to tie her up, binding her wrists high up on the legs of the chair.
"Spread your legs!" she demanded, and Carole complied quickly. She stretched her cunt to get her legs as far as she could to either side and then lifted her ass.
There could be no doubt now what was going to happen to her. She felt the whip come down across the cheeks of her ass, stinging the already hot spot that she had developed in her sleep. She was crying before it hit the first time.
"No, don't. Oh, please, now! My ass in so sore, I can't take another beating today! Please! Don't beat me!"
Mrs. Sawyer didn't really pay any attention to what the girl was saying. She was hearing her cry, and that was all she was interested in. She did want to make sure she was hurting the girl, but other than that, it didn't matter. How much she hurt her or why it hurt her were not important.
"That's the way, you whoring cunt! You can scream now, because it's me that's doing the beating, and I'm using a goddam belt, not your fucking hairbrush. You disgust me! You're an insect, and you deserve to be steppe ed on!"
"Please!!" Carole screamed, begging for some kind of mercy. A mercy that she knew she would never get from this woman.
"Please, what? Do you want me to call my husband down here and have him fuck you while I beat you? Do you want me to get a dildo from upstairs and shove it into her itching cunthole? What is it that I can do for you? Anything within reason, I'll be happy to do."
She hit again, aiming a little lower. She wanted to smack her across her cunt, the cause of all the trouble. She wished she had gotten a boy instead of another girl.
"NO!" Carole was beyond begging any more. She demanded that she be released, she cried out for the beating to stop, but she couldn't beg any more, because that took more energy than she had.
There was nothing but pain, and it hurt more than anything she had ever experienced. That added on to the itching burn in her cunt was more than she could bear. It drained her of all the resistance she had and made her vulnerable, weak and helpless.
"Lift your legs!" Mrs. Sawyer demanded. She helped the girl do what she wanted, lifting the young, tanned legs up over her back so that she could have better access to the cunt that she was after.
When Carole was almost touching her head with her feet, she tied her ankles to the chair, forcing her to stay, bent over backwards into a pretzle shape.
Carole's stomach muscles felt like they were going to snap, and her back was on the verge of breaking. Besides that, the seat of the chair dug into her ribs, cutting into her skin.
"Is that more comfortable?" Mrs. Sawyer asked.
"Please-" Carole said weakly.
"Just keep your legs spread apart, bitch!"
Mrs. Sawyer tossed the end of the belt through the space between Carole's legs and rested the tip of it on the girl's head. Then she slowly moved her hand back, dragging the leather over the girl's exposed pussy.
"How do you like that, Carole? Do you like the feel of the leather running over your cunt?"
Carole said nothing, still trying to cope with the additional pain of the new position.
"Goddam you!" Mrs. Sawyer screamed, slapping her across the cunt with the belt. "You'd better start learning what I'm talking about. If you don't start answering when I talk to you, you're going to be in more trouble than you've ever imagined possible."
"Yes!" Carole answered, unsure of the question.
"Yes what! Yes you like it! Do you really? I thought you might. You're horney enough to be into something like having your cunt whipped, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Carole answered quickly, hoping that it would somehow keep Mrs. Sawyer from hitting her again.
Then, without warning, it hit her. She was hot, and the pain had disappeared. She was stunned because it happened so quickly, without her realizing that it was going to.
"Hit me!" she cried, and Mrs. Sawyer complied, bringing the whip-like belt onto her cunt again.
"You do like it! You want it again?"
She slapped again, and heard the wet sound it made when the leather slapped the wet, juice covered lips of Carole's cunt.
"Oh!" It was Mrs. Sawyer who cried out this time. The sound of the leather on the pussy-juice was exciting, and it diverted her attention. She had used up most of her anger by that point, and was satisfied that she had punished the girl sufficiently. But now, hearing the leather hit the naked skin, she wanted more. She wanted to be tied up herself, and to feel the leather hitting her pussy.
She reached between her legs and felt her now damp hole, wondering what she should do to relieve the ache that was beginning to develop there. She left Carole for a moment, crossing over to the closet under the stairs.
Without looking, she reached inside and pulled out a large dildo with bumps all over it. That would do in place of her husband.
"Would you like this?" she asked Carole, with no intention of giving it to her.
Carole saw the piece of rubber dangling in front of her eyes, and felt her mouth begin to water. It was a tremendous temptation, but she was sure she wasn't going to get near it. Mrs. Sawyer would never allow her that much satisfaction. Not when she was torturing her. The dildo was planned for something else.
"Answer me! Goddam you! When will you learn!"
"Yes!"
"Yes what?" Mrs. Sawyer yelled, making it sound like some kind of strange litany the two of them had developed.
"Yes I want the rubber. I want it-"
"Where?"
"In my cunt!" Carole felt tears coming, the tears she had felt before of frustration and anger.
"Hah! What makes you think you'll get this? What makes you think you deserve it?"
She paused, and Carole knew it was time for her to speak.
"I don't. I don't think I deserve it."
"But you want it anyway?"
"Please!" Carole couldn't keep the tears from coming out of her eyes and running down her face, dripping from her chin.
"Feel it!" Mrs. Sawyer told her, and she pulled the whip out from its resting place between Carole's legs to make room for the dildon. She rested the head on the lips of Carole's cunt and then poked around until she bumped against the young girl's cunt.
"Like it?" she asked. She was calmer now. Her anger had been replaced by a controlled passion that seemed to begin in her stomach instead of her cunt. She wanted to be fucked still, but she had some power over it. She wouldn't have to abandon herself to the craving in her cunt.
"Yes! Oh, please, let me have just a little of it." Carole tried to lift her hips a little higher and capture some of the dildo that was teasing her cunt.
"No!" Mrs. Sawyer said suddenly.
She lifted the dildo to her mouth and tasted it.
"It tastes like your cunt. I know the taste. I remember it from last night, at the table. But it tastes better on the rubber. I'm sure it does." She walked around in front so that Carole could see her.
"Look at me!" she told her.
Carole looked up and saw the bumpy flesh colored thing that had been teasing her cunt.
"Please?"
"No! I told you no before. It won't do you any good at all to beg me. I'm keeping this thing for myself."
She slipped the head slowly into her mouth and sucked off the little bit of juice that was still there.
Carole was going out of her mind. She moved her legs a little in a futile attempt to get free, but felt the chair rock. She had to be careful or the thing might fall over and she was sure she'd break her back if she fell while she was tied into that position.
She saw the flesh colored rubber disappear into Mrs. Sawyer's open mouth, covered by her red lips, and she felt the ache grow in her cunt. Why had she tried to get out? The torture she had felt when she awoke was nothing compared to the agonies she was suffering now, seeing the cock disappear in front of her eyes.
"Watch me!" Mrs. Sawyer commanded, as she sat on the floor with her legs spread out and braced on the floor in front of her. Her cunt was easily visible, and Carole knew that it was about to be put to use.
"Watch what happens to this piece of rubber. Watch how my pussy eats it up. Watch!"
She sat on the floor, with her eyes on Carole's face. She wanted to see the expression on the girl's face as the cock disappeared. She wanted to see how much it hurt her to see the dildo being used somewhere besides on her own cunt.
"Can you see it?"
"Yes!" Carole was watching closely. She didn't have to be told.
"Can you see my fingers reaching down, finding my hole?"
"I can see it."
"Can you see the way that one finger is going inside?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Can you guess what's going to happen next?" She stared at Carole hard, and saw the suffering in her face replaced by curiosity, and then by a genuine passion.
"You're going to take it in your cunt!" Carole's breathing was coming as quickly as she could bear it with the chair crushing her ribs completely.
"You bet I am. I'm going to put all of it in me.
"It looks so beautiful," Carole murmured. "And then do you know what I'm going to do?"
She knew. She licked her lips as she prepared to speak.
"You're going to fuck yourself with it. You're going to shove the whole thing inside you and then you're going to jam it around in there until you come, aren't you?"
"You're right! Good thinking, Carole. I'm glad that you're starting to think a little bit."
Carole's cunt was twitching. She had to have some kind of satisfaction. She could almost feel the dildo slipping into her own cunt as she watched it I disappear inside Mrs. Sawyer.
"Oh!" she cried. She was sure she could feel it going into her hole. She was sure that the dildo was going into her cunt instead of Mrs. Sawyer.
But she could see it disappearing into Mrs. Sawyer, slowly, inch after inch of it being swallowed up by the insatiable cunt that was in front of her.
"Oh, God, that feels good," Mrs. Sawyer moaned.
She had stopped watching Carole now, and had started to enjoy what she was doing for herself.
"This is what I've needed all day. I should have had enough sense to do this before. Oh, God, yes."
She eased the rubber in and out slowly, sucking it in and pushing it out with her strong cunt muscles. She only needed her hand to guide it a little.
"Fuck yourself," Carole said. "Stick it in there and fuck your own fucking cunt." She was heating up again, but it was the dildo that she was watching, the one she felt in her own body, that was doing it to her.
"Yeah, I am. I can feel those bumps all over it, scraping my clit and scratching my cunt. It feels so fucking good!"
"I know! I know exactly how it feels. I can feel it climbing into me when I watch it go into vour cunt. It's beautiful."
"It is! It feels better than a real cock!"
"I'm going to come!" Carole was surprised. She knew that it was happening though. She knew that she was starting to come just thinking about what it would be like to have the cock, the bumpy rubber climbing into her wet and waiting pussy.
"Come!" Carole shouted.
"I'm going to come!" Mrs. Sawyer yelled. She was in another from Carole. She didn't hear anything the other girl said.
"Come, goddam it! Come!"
"Please, let me come!" Carole yelled, but she was coming now whether she wanted to or not. There was nothing that could stop her from having an orgasm once she had gone this far. She closed her eyes and saw the dildo slipping into her own pussy. And she felt the bumps, the head pushing against the back of it. She felt it all as the orgasm tore at her body.
"Shit! Goddam shit!" Mrs. Sawyer cried out. She was having trouble controlling the movements of her hand. When she started to come, it went wild, and she was jabbing anywhere, only hitting her clit and the deep insides of her cunt by accident. "Fuck me!"
They both finished and were quiet, Mrs. Sawyer on the floor, and Carole still tied to the chair. The only sound in the basement was their breathing, and the movement of feet overhead.
CHAPTER SIX
"What are you doing down here?"
Mr. Sawyer's voice sounded cheerful, almost as though he had been drinking a little. It was fuzzy as opposed to the way it usually was, sharp and clear.
"Good heavens!"
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he could see Carole in profile, strapped and bent onto the chair, her face red from the pressure. He hurried to her and started to untie the bonds that were fastened to her wrists and ankles.
"Are you all right?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Carole answered. She was still floating from the orgasm, but other than that, she felt fine. "A little stiff, maybe."
"I can imagine. Flo, what the hell were you doing?"
He looked down at his wife who was still sitting on the floor with her legs spread and the dildo crammed up her.
"What do you think?" she answered. She sounded fuzzy, too. Almost as drunk-sounding as her husband.
"Why, though? What did she do?"
"She was trying to get away. She was running out the damn back door when I caught her. I had to do something with her, and I didn't want to interrupt you with your accontant."
"I see," he said softly. He looked back at Carole who was now sitting in the chair, rubbing her wrists. "You shouldn't have done that, Carole."
"I know," she answered meekly. "I don't know what came over me."
"We could turn you back to the court for that, you know. You don't really want that to happen, do you? Not really?" He was shaking his head as though he found the girl difficult to understand.
"No! Oh, please don't send me back there. I won't do it again. I was just a little crazy, that's all. I've learned my lesson, now, and I won't do it again."
"Go up to your room," he told her. "Come to our room in a half an hour. I want to talk to you. And don't try to get out. You know we'll be watching you, and you know it won't take the police long to find you if we report that you've gotten away."
"Yes, Mr. Sawyer. I won't try and go anywhere. I'm sorry, really. I'm very sorry."
"Go to your room."
Jim waited until Carole was gone before he turned back to his wife. He was angry with her.
"Why did you do such a stupid thing? You know that if she hurt herself we'd have to come up with some kind of explanation. How do we explain that she broke her back?"
"I didn't think she'd hurt herself. She didn't, did she? Why are you so worried? You wouldn't get in any trouble. I'm the one who'd have to go back to jail. They'd find out I've been in before, and they'd slap me into a cell so fast it would make my tits twirl."
"Will you stop talking like you came from the gutter."
"But I did, didn't I?" she asked him, pulling the dildo from her cunt and standing up. "That's where we both came from, isn't it? This whole thing about being respectable middle-class, upstanding citizens is a relatively recent development in our life."
"And that's what you want to go back to? You want to have the court in here, investigating the way we bring up the kids they send here. The ones we're supposed to be helping. The ones who are our responsibility."
"I didn't think."
"I know you didn't think. You never do. You always do stupid things that could lead to big trouble, just because you get angry or jealous. Was that it this time? Did you punish her because she had gotten more of my cock today than you had?"
"I punished her because she-"
"Bullshit! You're lying, Flo, and I know it. You're covering up for the petty emotions that you've let carry you away for the umpteenth time since we started this."
"I didn't think." Flo was beginning to realize all the trouble she could have caused.
"Of course not. That would be asking too much of you, to ask you to think before you do something like beating a girl half to death and risking her neck by tying her upside down in a chair!"
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "But she was trying to get away!" She wanted Jim to understand why she had acted. It wasn't only jealousy that had prompted her anger.
Jim saw that he had made his point. She was sorry for what she had done, and she would probably try and not lose control again. That was all he could ask for.
He walked to his wife and put his arms around her, drawing her naked, still warm body close to him.
"You're a very attractive woman, Flo. I wish you hadn't wasted your time with that fucking piece of rubber. Any time you want to get fucked, all you have to do is tell me. I'm ready."
Flo felt his cock stiffening through his pants. He wasn't lying to her. He was turned on by her, much more than by anyone else.
"We'd better get upstairs. Carole is going to be waiting for us, and that might frighten her into doing something even more stupid than she's already done."
He put the chair back in the corner and put away the dildo and leather straps that had held Carole onto the chair. He only paused for a moment before he put the dildo on its shelf, smelling it, putting the odor of his wife into his nostrils.
"I'm so horny I could take you right now. I don't need any props or anything. Just you and that sexy cunt of yours."
"Like you said," she answered, smiling in spite of herself, "Carole will be waiting for us upstairs."
She felt much better as she went up the stairs that she had when she came down. She knew that her husband was watching her white ass go up before him, and she knew that he still wanted her as much as he always had. Those two things were comforting.
Besides, she had come with the dildo, and that relieved a great deal of the tension that had built up in her since he had told her about the spanking incident with Carole.
"Thanks for coming down," she told him as she walked into the kitchen. It wasn't until she felt the warmer air that she realized she was naked, except for a few undergarments, and that she had been chilly in the basement.
Her ass, which had been next to the cold floor, was cold to the touch, and so were her arms. She msiled at her own involvement with what had happened. She had been so wrapped up in torturing Carole and in fucking herself with the dildo, that she had ignored all of the cold and dampness in the basement.
They walked up the stairs in silence, each thinking his own thoughts.
Jim was thinking about what he had seen when he walked into the basement, and he was trying to imagine what he had missed. He could easily visualize Flo on the floor fucking herself, forcing the girl to watch.
He could even imagine her tormenting the girl by tying her up and making her feel the dildo, or watch what it could do. But she wasn't usually so crazy as to risk really hurting one of the girls. She had tied Carole up so precariously, that it was a miracle no disaster had occurred.
Jim thought back to Carole, and tried to remember if her cunt had been red. He imagined that his wife had probably gone all the way with the basement routine, whipping Carole with a piece of leather or a whip. He decided that Carole's pussy and ass and legs were all at least a bright pink when he came in, and Heaven only knew how long that was after Flo had stopped hitting her.
It must have been good, though. He had to admit that. He wished, since it had happened anyway, that he had been able to watch Flo working the girl over. He could hear their cries, he was sure he knew the things that they said.
"Fuck me with the dildo!" Carole would have cried.
"Why should I?" Flo would have answered. "Please! I need to have it in my cunt. I need to have it filling me up and making me come!"
"After what you've done? After you stole my damn husband from me? The only thing you're going to get is the whip on your cunt, dearie. You understand that? The whip on your cunt!"
Jim had seen his wife angry before, and he was confident of his ability to predict her behavior. Usually he would have foreseen the trouble that he had caused by going to bed with Carole, and he would have been able to head it off. He would think twice before he took another day off from work. It just meant trouble, and he ended up doing as much office work as he would have if he'd gone in.
But he was home now, and horny. He needed to get his load off quickly. He wondered if he would be able to turn the scene upstairs into something productive.
Carole was already in their room when they walked in. She was still naked, because she had left her clothes in the basement. It appealed to her anyway. She thought she would look more helpless if she was alone in their large room, naked and looking sorry for what she had done.
"I'm glad you made it here on time. Why don't you have on your clothes," Mr. Sawyer said, looking over her body quickly to see if there were any marks that looked too bad. He couldn't find any yet.
"They're downstairs. I'll go get them if you want?" She made a start for the door, eager to do anything that might please them and make them a little less angry with her.
"No! Forget about them for right now. Sit down on the carpet. You, too, Flo!" He could feel the same power creeping into his voice.
The women were sitting next to each other, and they were both very sexy, and very willing to cooperate. He knew that they both feared his anger, if for different reasons, and that they would be willing to go to any extreme, just to keep him happy. It was a very powerful feeling for him, and he enjoyed it.
Carole looked up at her 'father' from the floor. She could see the hard outline of his big dick, and she thought, for the first time, that she might be able to suck or fuck her way out of all the trouble she was in. Perhaps if she could just turn him on as much as she had that morning, he would forget about lecturing her.
"Young lady, you can take it easy for a minute. You're very sexy, both of you, but we're going to talk before we do anything else, and I won't appreciate your doing anything that might take either your mind or mine off the importance of what we'r going to talk about. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Jim!"
"Yes, Mr. Sawyer. I understand."
"Good." He sat down on the bed, purposely making himself taller than the others, putting himself in a superior position.
"Carole," he began. "You need to understand more clearly how important it is that you follow the rules that we establish for you around our home. We try to give you as much freedom as we can, but it is necessary, absolutely imperative that you do what we tell you. Unless you do exactly as we say, then you are not under our control, and there is no point in your being here.
"By trying to escape, you're demonstrating your lack of maturity. The court put you here because they thought you had reached the stage in your development where you would be able to know good from bad and right from wrong. They thought that you could be trusted to do what you were told, and that you didn't need to be watched all of the time, from the time you get home from school till the time you leave again the next morning.
"Each time you seem to make some progress, you fall back, starting again with the kind of behavior that got you into trouble to begin with. It isn't stupidity. It's your lack of respect for those who are in a position to tell you what would be best for you and those around you. Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, sir," Carole answered quickly. She was listening to him, although she didn't need to.
She had heard the same 'what are we going to do with you and look at all we've done' speech too many times before to be surprised by what he told her.
"You'd better be, because I doubt if there will be another chance for you. We simply can't afford to risk any trouble over one child. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I'm really sorry for the trouble I caused." Carole tried not to sound too obvious. She didn't want to have him figure out what she was doing.
"Not really. How you can best make up for what you've done is not to do it again." He rubbed his hard dick as he talked to her, knowing that the time was about to arrive for him to use it.
"I'd like to suck you," Carole said softly.
"I would, too." Flo had been sitting on the floor, only half listening to the conversation. She was thinking much more about how much she would enjoy sucking her husband's cock than she was thinking about Carole's attempted escape.
"Would you?" Jim wasn't surprised really. He knew his women well enough to know what they thought of his dick. Seeing it hard was generally enough for them to want him.
"Please!" Carole said, jumping to her feet.
Flo got up more slowly, but once on her feet, she didn't hesitate to walk to her husband and stand in front of him.
"Why don't you take off your clothes. I know you're all hot now, so you might as well let us get you off. Why not?"
"Why not?" he answered.
He got to his feet and stripped quickly while Carole and Flo got on the bed. He watched them as they moved close to each other, the trouble of a couple of hours ago forgotten by now. Both of them were much too interested in getting their mouths around his dick and sucking the come out of him.
"Hurry, Mr. Sawyer. We both want you!" Carole felt the excitement of what was about to happen as it welled up in her stomach and her cunt. Her mouth watered, as it always did when she thought she might be going to have a chance at a dick.
"Jim, let me go first," Flo asked.
"That's only fair. After all, Carole got it once today already, and you haven't had anything except rubber since last night." He walked to the edge of the bed and rested one knee on it. "Take it!" he told her.
"Please!" Carole begged. She saw that he was holding something in his hand, but she had been so busy watching his cock that she hadn't seen him pick it up. She couldn't tell what it was. Only that he had made a fist with his hand, and she could see a little bit of metal. Her mind was occupied with what he would taste like, not with what he was carrying.
Flo saw it, however. Even as she was sucking him into her mouth, tasting the salty tip of his dick, she noticed that he had a belt in his hand, and she wondered what he planned to do with it.
She went down on him quickly, suddenly excited by the thought that he was perhaps going to give Carole a little more of a lesson. She sucked him down to the base, stretching her throat muscles so that she could accommodate all that he had to offer her.
"Suck it," Carole whispered. "Get it all ready for me, and then let me suck him too. It's such a good dick. It makes me want to have sex forever."
Jim pulled his dick away from his wife and reached down for Carole's legs, tying the belt around them and fastening it so that she had to sit crosslegged on the bed.
"What-" She cut herself off. She knew better than to ask any questions, especially once the belts and other strips of leather had appeared.
"Good," he said, sensing that she had interrupted herself. He was pleased that she had learned that much control over herself, anyway.
He reached under the bed and pulled out the strap he had used on the two of them the night before. This time only Carole would be receiving the strip of leather across her, but he thought she was far enough along to appreciate it.
"Good," Flo murmured. She approved because she knew that Carole wasn't going to get off the hook too easily. Jim understood that the child had done wrong.
Jim took his cock in his hand and began smearing the wetness from Flo's mouth all over it. He held it close to Carole's mouth, but not close enough for her to take it inside. He was teasing her with it, much as Flo had done with the dildo earlier.
Jim hoped that Flo was watching. He was showing her how he thought the earlier incident should have been handled. There was certainly nothing wrong with punishing the girl. She needed that. But there was a right way to do it. A better way than Flo had chosen.
"Let me have it, please!" Carole begged, not believing that he could be so cruel to her. It seemed that she had spent the whole day begging for a cock or a dildo. It didn't matter to Mr. Sawyer or to Mrs. Sawyer, though. They wanted her to pay for scaring them. Pay for trying to get out of the house.
"Please! The only reason I was trying to leave was because I needed to get fucked. I would have come back as soon as I found someone, and I wouldn't have tried to get away." She reached out, but Flo grabbed her arm and pulled it back.
"Looking for what? Someone to fuck you? How many times a day do you have to have it?" he asked her, astounded by what she had said.
"I don't know. I just got horny, and I knew I had to have a cock. You were busy, and I thought Mrs. Sawyer was, too. I just wanted some sex. I didn't mean to cause all the trouble I did."
Jim believed her, but he knew that he had to punish her anyway. She had done the wrong thing, and if she were ever to learn any discipline, it would have to start now.
"Do you want this cock, now?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Do you want it as much as you wanted a cock this afternoon when you tried to get away?"
"More!" she told him.
"And if you get it, will you know better than to go looking for a dick again? That's bad, Carole. You should know better by now." I do know better, now. I know that I
"T should just stay here and do what you tell me. I'll do that and anything else you want, only just let me suck your cock."
Jim continued to pump his cock. He knew what he was going to do now. He had his plan, and it was only a matter of time before he put it into action.
"Do you see this?" he asked, holding up the leather.
"Yes," Carole answered quickly.
"Do you remember it from last night."
"Yes."
"Do you remember what it felt like?"
"Yes."
"Did it feel good when I hit you the first time?"
"No. It hurt."
"After awhile did it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how." He jerked his dick, only inches from Carole's partly opened mouth. "It got hot."
"What got hot?" He looked over her naked young body and remembered how she had squirmed last night when he hit her the first few times. He remembered the morning, too, with the hairbrush on her white and tanned skin.
"My cunt. And my ass. Everything. I wanted to get fucked." Carole began to understand.
She realized what he wanted. "It hurt before, but then, the more times you hit me, the less it hurt and the more it felt good."
"Feel it now," Jim said, dragging the cool leather over her breasts.
Flo couldn't wait any more. She slipped her hand down between the girl's legs and pushed a finger into the wet hole.
"Oh!" Carole gasped. The probing finger bumped her clit and then slid deep inside her.
"Finger-fuck her, Flo. Stick it way up in her. That should make her want this even more. Right?"
Carole stared at the large dick that was standing straight out in front of her. She tried to lean forward, but she couldn't get close enough to it to take it inside. She even stuck her tongue out, hoping to make some contact with the cock head that way, but she couldn't reach it. She just couldn't get close enough to him to get the dick she wanted so badly.
"Please!" she begged, loudly.
"Feel this leather?" Jim dragged it over her breasts again.
"Yes," she sighed, closing her eyes for a minute.
"I'm going to come!" he said suddenly.
Carole opened her eyes and looked at the dick that was about to shoot. She wanted to watch carefully. She saw his hand moving faster, covering more of the cock with each stroke so that both the head and the root were treated equally.
Jim felt the familiar tightness creeping back and forth between his asshole and his balls. He tensed the muscles in his thighs and aimed his cock.
Flo leaned forward, putting her face next to Carole's and keeping her finger in the girl's pussy. She hoped that when the come flowed, she might be able to catch some of it.
"Now!"
"Come!"
"Shoot, Mr. Sawyer!"
Carole saw him pump his hips slightly and aim the cock head at their faces. When the come came out, it hit both of them, splattering onto their mouths and lips and then running down their chins. She watched, completely fascinated by the sight of the hot white come shooting towards her, and shuddered when she felt it hit her face. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and ricked along the edge of her mouth, taking in all the come she could find and tasting its sweetness.
"Get it all," Jim told them. He watched as they sucked the white liquid into their mouths, lapping it up like kittens and a bowl of cream. They licked and watched as he squeezed the last drops out of his cock.
"Let me touch it," Carole asked.
She reached out, and this time Mr. Sawyer didn't try to keep his cock away from her. He looked down at the child and saw her holding his dick, felt her hot, little fingers encircle him, and saw the come still dripping from her mouth.
Just then, Carole shuddered. Flo slipped a second finger into her cunt and moved her hand more quickly, amazed that the child could come again so soon, but ready to help her get it off.
"Come, Carole. Fuck my finger and come while you lick that white stuff off your face!"
"Oh, yes!" Carole was quieter as she came this time, but it felt so much better than it had downstairs. She wasn't as excited, but her body was more relaxed, and she didn't have the chair pushing into her chest. She let the orgasm move at its own pace, not trying to hurry it or make it last.
Then she leaned back on Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer's bed and looked at their ceiling, with Mrs. Sawyer's fingers still in her cunt, and Mr. Sawyer's come still on her face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Flo Sawyer was in the kitchen again by the time the other kids finished school. She wasn't really in a great mood, but she tried to be relatively cheerful when she saw them.
"Hey, Mrs. Sawyer. Look who we found out front!" It was Cindy's voice calling her.
She set down the dish she had been drying and walked into the hallway, towards the front door. She saw Cindy standing with two young people, both of whom looked like girls, but she couldn't tell much more about them.
"It's the old gang!" Cindy announced happily.
"What?" Flo couldn't believe her ears. She had been thinking about Ellen and Bobbi only the week before, alter not having seen them for over a year. "Is it Ellen? Bobbi?"
"And Chuck!" came a voice from inside the living room.
"Chuck!" She ran into the living room first, ignoring the two girls for a moment so that she could greet him.
"My, God! I don't believe it. And you look so good."
Mrs. Sawyer found herself face to face with Chuck Fowler, one of the first boys they had taken in. He had left them when he was fifteen, but that was after he had stayed for almost four years. He was eighteen now. And more handsome than he'd ever been.
"You look good, too, Mrs. Sawyer," he said, looking down at her from his six foot height. He looked down below her eyes, and then to her breasts, which looked as good as he remembered them.
"Really good," he added.
"What are you doing here?" She remembered the girls in the hall and walked out to greet them, too. "What brought you by?" It didn't really matter to her as long as they were there.
"It's Chuck," Bobbi answered.
Flo looked at the short, dark-haired girl who had answered her. She was still cute, and not pretty, but her body was that of a woman, and not the child's body she had had when she left.
"Yeah," added Ellen. "He's leaving town tomorrow, and we were trying to think of something that would be fun to do tonight. So we thought we'd come by here. I hope it's all right."
"Of course it is," Flo said quickly. "It's so good to see you. I think of all of you so often. More than any of the others who have gone. And it's so good to have you back." She looked Ellen over then, marveling at how the girl had grown even more attractive since she left. All three of them seemed to be doing remarkably well.
Flo remembered Chuck's cock. It happened suddenly, without her realizing that she even remembered it. But seeing him standing in her living room, she remembered the biggest cock she had ever seen on a fifteen year old. Or on anyone else, for that matter. A cock that was worth being proud of. She wondered if she get it that night.
She had them all come into the living room, and then she called her husband in. She was glad when he was as surprised and happy as she was to see the kids returning. She thought he paid more than his usual attention to Ellen, but that was understandable. In some ways, she looked like a more mature version of Carole. They were both certainly beautiful.
For what remained of the afternoon, and for the early part of the evening, throughout dinner, too, everyone seemed to be talking at once. Cindy was as excited as Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer, for she had arrived in the Sawyer home just before Chuck left, and had lived with Bobbi for a year and a half. They had been good friends, but they hadn't stayed in touch with each other.
It was after the meal, when they were back in the living room and conversation started to lag a little that Bobbi punched Chuck and indicated that she wanted him to speak.
"Okay!" he told her. "I'll ask them."
"Ask them what?" Mrs. Sawyer said.
"Well, it's a little embarrassing. We wanted to know if you, well, you know. If you still do shows like you used to."
Flo laughed immediately and Jim joined in in a minutes, as soon as he was sure he understood what Chuck had asked.
"No, we don't. We cut those out pretty soon after the last of you three left. The newer kids didn't enjoy them as much as you had."
She wondered what Chuck was thinking.
"Would you do one for us now?" he asked.
"Oh, we couldn't. We don't have any of the stuff that we used to use. You know, the costumes and things."
"How about the cane?" Chuck asked. "That didn't take any costumes, and it was my favorite one."
"But that wasn't a show, Chuck. That was the real thing." Mrs. Sawyer had forgotten about the cane. Jim hadn't used it on her in a long time.
"So? It's still my favorite. Why don't you do it now. We'd sure like to see it."
"Please?" Bobbi and Ellen asked together.
Cindy joined in although she only had a vague recollection of what the caning had been like. She knew enough to know that she was probably going to be part of the show though. Carole would be the other assistant, and that way the three visitors could watch and enjoy the whole thing without doing it themselves.
It only took a few minutes to set the stage for the caning scene, once Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer had agreed to do it. Mrs. Sawyer had Cindy and Carole come into the kitchen so that she could tell them how it was done, and so that they could strip.
Carole was hoping, from the moment she saw Chuck, that she might have a chance at him. Now she knew that chance was coming, and she felt sure that once he saw her body, her chances would improve.
Back in the living room, Mr. Sawyer positioned a chair against an empty wall and cleared all the furniture out of the way. He smiled as he did it because it had been so long since they had put on one of their shows, and he had forgotten how much fun they were. Especially the caning. He liked it for the same reasons that Chuck did. It was short and to the point. There was no messing around with costumes and plots and crap like that. All it involved was Flo, two assistants, a chair and a cane.
He made the audience sit around in a semi-circle and then he called out for his wife.
They all heard a scream, which frightened the ones who had never seen the show before. The scream was followed by cursing, and then a loud slap.
"Let me go, goddam it! You can't do this to me!" It was Mrs. Sawyer's voice.
"Shut up, cunt! Do what you're told."
Charles and Roger both gasped when the voices rounded the corner and came into the living room. All three of the women were there, Carole, Mrs. Sawyer and Cindy, and all of them were naked.
The two younger girls appeared to be dragging Mrs. Sawyer into the room, and it looked like she was doing her best to escape.
"Let me go! You can't let him do it to me!"
"Bitch!" Cindy slapped her hard across the face, and then Carole hit her on the other side.
"Don't hit me! And don't let him use his cane on me. My legs are too weak. I shall not be able to bear it."
"Shove it you lunatic. You're going to be beaten black and blue."
The two girls forced her to straddle a chair and then held her arms so that her tits were pressed against the back of the chair.
"Ready?" Mr. Sawyer's voice asked.
"Ready, sir!" Cindy answered.
"Hold her steady ladies. We don't want to lose this one."
He came out from behind the chairs and onto the stage area of the living room. He was still dressed, but he was carrying a long, then walking stick. It wasn't a cane in the strictest sense of the word, but it would serve.
"Hold her!"
"Yes, sir!" the girls answered. "Good. Has she been talking?"
"Same as before, sir. She's crazy. Out of her mind, sir."
"Yes," Mr. Sawyer told them. "She's mad all right. I doubt that the cane will help, but rules are rules."
"Yes, sir," the girls said quickly.
"Five for you today, pretty lady," Mr. Sawyer told his wife. "Five strokes with the cane to see if we can knock a little sense into you."
"No!" Mrs. Sawyer screamed. "Don't do it. I'm going out of my mind! The cane isn't good. It's too hard. It'll hurt me!"
With each phrase she struggled trying to get free. When she heard the sound of the cane lifting through the air, being drawn back to strike her, she struggled so hard that Carole had to put her foot in her crotch to keep her from getting away.
"Good!"
Mr. Sawyer and the girls were working as a team, trying to subdue the crazy lady whom they'd brought it with them.
"No!" she screamed, but the cane came down across her back anyway.
"Oh, God! It hurts! Let me go!"
"Hah!" the girls laughed.
Mr. Sawyer raised the cane, ready to strike again.
Mrs. Sawyer screamed again, but it didn't keep her from being hit by the cane. Again she cried out, but to no advantage. She was going to get the full treatment.
Chuck, Bobbi and Ellen were sitting on the couch, next to each other, squeezed a little too tight together. There was a current running between them as they watched a scene from their past re-inacted.
It showed most on Chuck, whose face was flushed and whos crotch was swollen so much it looked like it burst. Both the girls, sitting on either side of him, had noticed his condition and were rubbing the inside of his thigh, hoping to remedy the situation.
Of course, that just made things worse for Chuck. He stared at the naked lady, watched her being beaten with the cane, and felt the two pretty women stroke the inside of his leg.
By the end of the show, he was ready to spit come, and he knew the woman he wanted to have.
They applauded the amateur theatrics, and invited the performers to join the rest of the 'family.' As soon as they were seated, however, Chuck spoke to Mrs. Sawyer.
"Both Ellen and I would like to talk with you if we could, Mrs. Sawyer. We have some things we wanted to say."
"Me?" Mrs. Sawyer was surprised. People didn't often want to talk with her. "Here?" she asked.
"Could we go somewhere else," Chuck asked. "Maybe upstairs?"
"Sure," Mrs. Sawyer answered. She got up from her chair and walked to the stairs, turning around at the bottom to make sure that they were following. Her tits swayed gently in front of her as she walked up, but the view from the front couldn't compare to the view from behind.
Will you look at that, Carole thought. Can you believe those buns? Look at the way they're swinging there, ripe and ready to be fucked. And her tits! I saw the way they looked when she sat down. They look even better than I remember them. What a lady!
"How about the master bedroom?" Since she heard no objection, she assumed her suggestion was all right with the others. She opened the door and walked in. There was no place to sit in that room except on the carpet or on the bed. She chose the bed.
When they were all seated, she turned to Charles and asked him what he wanted. "And why did you have to come up here?" She was still in a very good mood, except for being horney, and she was willing to go along with whatever story they told her.
"Because we want to fuck you," Chuck told her plainly.
"Me?" Mrs. Sawyer, smiled and then relaxed a little. She realized that her baby boy and one of her favorite girls were both growing up.
"Sure, you! How could we not want you after what we just saw down there," Ellen said.
"And after what we're seeing right now up here. Can we do it? Will you let us fuck you?"
"Let you? I might try and rape you if you don't get your clothes off and get over here." She laughed, and so did they, but Ellen and Chuck both hurried to strip away their clothing.
Ellen was as beautiful, more beautiful than ever. Her breasts were rounder and fleshier than Mrs. Sawyer remembered them, but that just made them look good enough to eat.
Her golden hair, almost exactly the same color as Carole's hair, was longer than she used to wear it, and it fell on her white shoulders and onto her breasts.
She looked at Chuck, and saw again his enormous cock. Only now it was hard, and larger than she remembered. He had grown since he left the Sawyer house, so that now he was huge, much larger than her husband. Larger than any cock she had ever seen.
"I want that," she whispered as soon as she saw it. "I want you to fuck me with your cock, Chuck."
"I know. I'm going to, too, but first of all I want you to relax for a minute and feel Ellen's mouth working on your tits. She's great with tits and cocks, aren't you Ellen?"
"I am when the cock is yours or the tits are hers." Ellen scrambled on the bed next to Mrs. Sawyer and crawled up almost under her. She sucked her right nipple into her mouth and listened to Mrs. Sawyer sigh.
"What did I tell you?" Chuck asked.
He got on the bed, too, but took one of Ellen's tits into his mouth and started sucking it, pulling and teasing at the nipple the same way that she was doing to Mrs. Sawyer.
"It makes me want your cock, Chuck. Everything she does to me just makes me want your cock more.
Without letting Ellen's tit fall from his mouth, Chuck reached between Mrs. Sawyers legs and found her cunt, and quickly began rubbing her clit.
"Fuck me, Chuck," Mrs. Sawyer asked him. "Please fuck me. I need it after all that's been going on around here today. I need to have that monster inside me.
Chuck's legs were spread out in front of him, which left his hard dick, laying on his belly, exposed. Mrs. Sawyer watched it for as long as she could, and then she freed her tit from Ellen's mouth and leaned over it, sucking it inside.
She concentrated on the head for the first half a minute, running her tongue over it, tasting the pre-come drop that had been resting there. His cockhead swelled immediately from the attention she gave it, responding to each lick of her tongue on the underside and to each squeeze from her lips.
"Suck it Mrs. Sawyer. Feel how big it is and think how that's going to feel in your pussy. Can you imagine what it's going to do to your cunt?"
Mrs. Sawyer could imagine. She could imagine very easily, but for now she didn't want to think about it. She preferred to think about what his cock was doing to her mouth and what it would soon be doing to her throat.
She pushed down and forced the muscles of her throat to relax so that the cock head would slip inside, and then he went further, scraping her teeth on the top of his cock in her effort to take all of it into her throat.
"Jesus!" Ellen sighed, watching Mrs. Sawyer do something she had tried to do numerous times, but had always failed with.
"Goddam!" Chuck said, stopping his work on Ellen's tit all together now so that he could concentrate on what was happening to his thick dick.
"Take him, Mrs. Sawyer. Suck him!!"
"Suck it all and hold it down there." Chuck reached out and pushed Mrs. Sawyer's head down, forcing her to hold him at the very bottom of his cock.
She couldn't breathe and she felt like she might throw up, but Mrs. Sawyer wouldn't have moved from the position for all the other cocks in the world. Her mouth was stretched as wide as it would go, and her jaws ached from trying .to stay so far apart from each other. Even her throat hurt from the swollen cock that had been jammed into her. But it was all worth it. She was being stuffed with cock. Crammed full.
And in a minute, she thought, it'll be inside my cunt. All of it! Just like it's in my throat now.
She moved her head up and down, massaging the cock head with the ring of muscles that guarded her throat. She did it until she felt the muscles in her stomach contract and try to send something up to clear her throat. Then she was forced to move back and concentrate on the head again.
"Oh, suck me," Chuck moaned. He was stretching the muscles in his legs, pulling them and getting them warmed up for what he was goint to do to the woman who had been his foster mother.
"Wet it up good so it will slide right in! That's what you want, isn't it? To feel his cock slipping right into your pussy? Then get him covered with your spit so that he'll be ready for it."
"Let me fuck you!" Chuck had all he could stand. She was the best cocksucker he had ever come across, including some real pros he had met in prison.
He lifted her away from his cock, hearing the plop that it made when freed from the suction of her mouth. She didn't want to let him go.
"Would you like to get fucked now?" he asked.
"I sure as hell would. I'd like to get fucked now and for about a week after, if that's what's going to be fucking me." She kept her fingers wrapped around the base.
"Good!" He pushed her onto her back.
"Get her, Chuck. I'll be helping out from back here."
Chuck got in between Mrs. Sawyer's legs and aimed his cock at her crack.
"Tell me how much you want it," he whispered, remembering what Mr. Sawyer had told him years before. 'Make them know that they want it. Don't just give it to them every time they reach for it.' "How much?"
"More than anything. Oh, God, Chuck, don't do this to me! Please fuck me!"
Flo felt her cunt aching for a cock, but she knew there was no way to hurry Chuck. She knew who had taught him and knew that her husband had trained the boy well. He would make sure that Flo knew he was doing her a favor by fucking her.
It was always that way with the boys that Jim trained. He made them think that the girls were all crazy for their cocks, and that they should be selective about who they fucked and when they did it. Flo couldn't speak for anyone else, but it sure worked on her. She always was after one of the cocks around her house, and when she finally managed to get one, she went crazy.
"Fuck me!" she begged.
"Now!" Chuck decided, leaning forward and lowering himself onto her and in her.
"Give her your cock, Chuck. That's what she wants."
"Please! Oh, God. Yes!"
Flo felt her cunt being filled up with inch after delicious inch of hot fat cock, and for the first time that evening she began to feel better. She had been walking a tightrope of tension and up until the cock slid into her, she knew that she could crack up any time. Sometines nothing but a cock would help calm her down.
Tonight she was getting a special cock, though, and she knew it. He was stretching her as he went in, he was so big that she couldn't take him easily. That was a compliment for any cock.
"It's so fucking huge!" she sighed.
"That's the way you like them, isn't it?"
"Of course it is," Ellen answered. "She's the kind who can't be satisfied by an average cock. She has to have one really big, one at least or two smaller ones to keep her happy."
Ellen watched them from the side for a moment and then decided she could find a better place to watch from. She crawled around the bed until she was at the end, and in between their lege.
"Goddam! Oh, wow, Chuck! You should see the view from down here! Your cock looks like it's being swallowed alive. It's just getting eaten all up by this big gaping hole. Shit, does that ever look fantastic!"
Ellen slipped her own fingers into her own cunt, knowing that her chances of getting very much action on this round were limited. It didn't trouble her that she wasn't going to get fucked now. She had known all along that Chuck was coming over to fuck Mrs. Sawyer. It was something that he wanted to do before he left town, and now he was getting his chance at her.
But that didn't keep Ellen from getting excited as she watched what was happening in front of her.
"Fuck her," she whispered, fascinated by the sight of Chuck's cock sliding in and out of Mrs. Sawyer. "Fuck the hell out of her."
She slid her finger into her pussy and played with her clit, massaging herself to a climax while she watched the others fuck.
"Chuck! Oh, goddam does it feel good for you too? It can't be as good for you as it is for me, but I hope it's good!"
"It feels great," he told her without hesitation. It did feel great as far as he was concerned. It was a nice loose hole with just the right muscle control to keep him happy. He could never get enough of that kind of fucking.
"Shit!" Flo yelled.
She was trying to control herself. As horney as she was, she didn't want to come too quickly, and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold off. She looked up at Chuck but couldn't tell anything from his expression. He looked as though he could fuck her forever, and that coming was a concern of his for the present.
"Chuck," she said, hoping to spur him on. "Chuck, I think I'm going to come!" She lifted her hips a little to make sure he understood what she was saying to him.
"Good," was his momosyllabic reply.
Instead of speeding up and acting like he was trying to come with her, he slowed down a little and changed the direction of his strokes so that he was rubbing her clit and jamming the back of her cunt at the same time.
The last move cost Mrs. Sawyer her race for the climax. She couldn't stop what he was doing to her, the way he was fucking her, and she couldn't avoid what his change in tactics did to her.-She screamed a low, painfilled scream and then let the climax take her away.
"Goddam! Shove it into me and make me come. Fill me up with all you have!"
"Fuck her, Chuck! Fuck her hard, cause she's coming!"
"Take it!"
"Fuck me, Chuck! Oh, god does that feel good. I can tell that your cock is getting covered with my juice. It's getting all slippery in there, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he mumbles.
"Chuck! Oh, Chuck you've got to fuck her harder. If you could see the way her pussy's creaming down here, you wouldn't be able to keep from coming yourself. Fuck her, Chuck!"
"Fuck me!"
"Take it!" He was hitting her harder now, and as she peaked, he moved his cock around in her, grinding his hips in a small circle so that his cock head travelled around inside her and made contact with all of the walls.
"Oh, no!" I Flo felt like she was going to faint. Or maybe die. She couldn't get enough air into her lungs and her heart wouldn't pump fresh blood to her brain quickly enough. The whole thing was terrific and she lifted her ass up to meet each of his pounding thrusts, squeezing him gently with orgasm-shaken cunt muscles.
Then Chuck started to shudder a little and he changed his strokes again. This time he was fucking her faster, harder than he had when she was coming before. His thrusts were all the way inside her and each of them shook her body to its core.
"Now I'm coming," he told her. His voice was calm, and only his heavy breathing betrayed the quiet sound he made when he spoke.
"Do it, Chuck!"
"Oh, God!" Just hearing that he was about to come inside her cunt got Flo all excited again. She felt her cunt preparing itself for a second climax, but she didn't know if she could stand it.
"You're going to make me come again," she told him. She wasn't at all prepared for this. She had never come twice in a row in her life, but it felt like Chuck had the cock to do it to her.
"Goddam," he whispered. He was pounding her now. The sound of their bodies meeting was a slapping, sucking sound and it filled the silence of the room, adding to the erotic mood that was already omni-present.
"Chuck!" Both Chuck and Flo had forgotten Ellen sitting behing them, watching them fuck. Both of them forgot completely how excited she had been.
But she reached for the, brushing against Chuck's balls and the touching of Flo's cunt. She still had a hand crammed into her pussy and she was fucking herself wildly with it. She was coming.
"Oh, God. I'm going to ... This is the way ... I can't believe how beautiful it is to watch your cock disappear into her hairy cunthole. Give it to her, Chuck, give it to her for me."
"Yeah, Ellen. Come with me baby. Come just like I'm going to! Come!"
"Me too!" There was no doubt about it. Flo knew that she was well on her way to coming again. As if she hadn't been able to do it on her own, Ellen was helping now, rolling her clit between soaking fingers, squeezing her and proding her on to another climas.
Their voices mixed together as each of them came closer to his or her orgasm. They weren't listening to each other, but they heard anyway.
"Come!" Chuck yelled. He pounded furiously at Flo's cunt.
"Good God! My cunt can't stand it. It feels like it's going to fall off. Fuck me!"
"Shit!"
"Please, Chuck. Fuck her for me. Fuck her hard enough to meke me feel it too. I'm coming Chuck! I'm coming all over the goddam place." Ellen was shaking, barely able to keep her hand inside her cunt, and she lost her touch on the two bodies in front of her.
"God!" she moaned, and then she collapsed backwards, still fingering her drunched pussy.
"Chuck!"
"God!"
"Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me."
Flo was thrashing on the bed. Lifting her hips high into the air and begging him to shove as much cock as he could into her.
"Noe!" she screamed and the second climas within a few minuted began to rip through her, reopening the wounds of the first one, setting all the nerves in her pussy on edge and making her even more receptive to the fucking she was getting from Chuck's big dick.
But Chuck was the one who went the furthest to get to the end.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus!! I can't stand it! It feels so fucking good!" he yelled to them, and to himself.
His body was filled with hot lava. It began in his balls, but it had spread all the way through him and now it was getting ready to erupt out of the end of his cock. He could feel hiss balls expanding, preparing to shoot the hot load out, and then he felt the blood flowing into his cock, making it even harder. "Shit!" he repeated.
When the come started to shott, it was more exciting than anything he had ever felt. It made his balls hurt to lose so much liquid at once, and it scraped the inside of his cock in its hurry to get to the end and out into the cunt.There was a rush inside his stomach and ass and he almost fell over it took so much out of him.
"Goddam. It's too much. It's too much. I can't stand it anymore. Please!"
He was almost crying, and still his hips pounded down, ripping open the hole and filling it with all his many inches of wide, hot dick. He was hurting her, and hurting himself, and neither of them cared at all. All that mattered to them was getting the come out of his cock and into her cunt.
"Shit! Now! Oh, please! NOW!"
When it did come out, it shot over and over, bathing the wounds inside Flo's cunt and soothing them with its slippery goodness. She could actually feel the hot load as it spurted, coating her and creeping deep inside her each time he fucked.
His cock slid almost all the way out, unused to having so much lubricant around it. The tip of it could have slipped out if Chuck hadn't been too careful to let it get out of control.
"Yeah, goddam it," he mumbles. He was breathing heavily still, and occasionally his body would shake again with the force of the orgasm that had just flooded out of him, but he was much more under control than he had been only a minute or so before.
"That was good," he told Flo, laughing.
"That WAS good!" she agreed readily.
"I'll say it was," Ellen called from the foot of the bed. She was still on her back with her fingers inside her pussy, but she was well on the road to recovery.
In fact, she was far enough along to wonder if Chuck would be up for another quick round before they joined the rest of the 'family' again.
She reached for his cock, and felt it. It was still almost as hard as it had been when they started.
"I want to get fucked," she whispered.
Chuck would have done it if they hadn't heard a scream from down the hall. All three of them looked at the other two, and then decided, en masse, that they should go and investigate.
Only Flo had any idea what the sound might be. She recognized Cindy's voice. The other two were looking at her. But Flo's face was inscrutable.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Why don't you show us some of the other things you used to do?" Cindy asked.
As soon as Flo and Chuck and Ellen had left the room, and it became obvious that they wouldn't be back soon, Cindy began to wonder what she could do ti till the time. She was pretty sure that there would be a meeting that night, but the way she was feeling, she didn't want to have to wait until then to get her rocks off for the first time.
"I think that sounds like fun, Mr. Sawyer," Carole agreed.
She had been very stimulated by holding Mrs. Sawyer while her husband caned her. It was especially good when she put her foot in between the woman's spread legs, and used it to support and hold her. She could almost feel the hot wetness of the woman's mature pussy on her foot still.
"I don't know whether you'd like the others as much as you liked that one. Like we were saying before, we don't have most of the things we used."
"Well, then," Cindy told him, "why not make up some new ones. You're good at doing that sort of thing."
Mr. Sawyer smiled at Cindy. She was one of his favorites. Of course, all the girls were his favorites. Even some of the boys. It depended on what they liked to do and what they liked to have done to them.
"I think that might be arranged. Why don't you two girls go up to your room and wait for me. I have to go down to the basement to get something." He would have liked to have followed them and fucked their cute young asses on the spot. He didn't need a game after what he had been through that evening. And there wasn't going to be any problem with keeping his excitement up for the meeting that night. He was ready for a whole night of fun.
"You boys should get busy," he said to Roger and Charles.
"Couldn't we at least watch?"
"Roger, don't be a pain in the ass. You know it's your turn to clean up tonight, and I don't want to hear anymore about it. Come up to the master bedroom at ten o'clock for the meeting. And don't come up before then. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir, Charles said quickly. He didn't want Roger to get them both into trouble. Sometimes Roger didn't say the right things at the right times.
When Mr. Sawyer was out of the room, Roger spun around and faced Charles, angry and flushed.
"Why did you do that? I thought we agreed about that this afternoon." He was more upset than he had been in months.
"We did agree, and I'm going to do what I 'said I would. But now isn't the time. All the kids have to be in on it, and I haven't talked with Carole yet. Besides, are you sure that Ellen, Bobbi and Chuck will go along with it. Where's Bobbi, anyway?"
"She said she was going to look around. I'm sure they will. They're just back here for kicks. And what could be kickier than showing the Sawyers whose the real boss around here?"
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed? If they know there's going to be trouble, do you think they'll let it happen. They'll cancel the goddam meeting or something."
"I doubt that," Roger said coolly. "I know them better than that. They're both so horney that they wouldn't be able to turn down a chance at some fucking tonight."
The two boys heard Mr. Sawyer coming from the kitchen, so they stopped talking and started picking up the dirty dishes in the living room. They didn't say anything else until he was well up the stairs on his way to Cindy and Carole's room.
"Remember," Charles cautioned. "We have to be very cool about how we do this. It's got to happen naturally, without looking like there's anything different goint on. That's the only way we can pull it off."
"I know, goddam it. What do you think I am? Stupid? An Idiot?"
"No, but I know you don't always think before you do something. Just let me get it started and you play along. That way we will get what we want. And try to get to Carole and Cindy. I'll take care of the other three." He left the room as he talked, carrying an awkwardly balanced armful of dirty dishes.
"And we'll all take care of the fucking Sawyers."
Roger smiled with self-satisfaction as he picked up his load of dishes and headed for the kitchen.
"Good girls. Are you ready now?"
Both of them looked at the handful of equipment that he was carrying and nodded without saying a word. They could see rope and dildoes and something that looked like a bowling ball, only it was small and it had a hook on it. They had no idea what he was planning.
"We'd better hurry," Mr. Sawyer said as he set down his gear.
"The meeting begins pretty soon, and we'll need to be ready for it."
"What do you want us to do?" Cindy didn't sound quite as enthusiastic as she had before.
"Just do exactly what I say. I think you'll like it. Carole, but on your underwear."
She hurried over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of light blue underwear, not having any idea why she was going to need them for whatever it was he planned.
"This is going to take a little doing, but it'll be worth it when we get it set up," he assured them.
He picked Carole up and turned her upside down, suspending her from the door by her knees. She hung there, looking at him, wondering why he was doing.
It was harder for him to get Gndy up. He had to support her on his shoulders while he ties her arms together and then tied the ropes to Carole's ankles. The two of them shared the pressure so mat it wasn't too painful for either, although it was far from comfortable.
"How's that?"
"It's all right," Carole said, very unsure of herself. She thought she heard the familiar tone of authority creeping into Mr. Sawyer's voice, and since whe was in such a defenseless position, it made her a little anxious.
"Cindy?"
"Ok," she answered, sharing Carole's uneasiness. She knew that since they were tied up there, he could do anything he wanted to them, including leaving them there.
He didn't stop there, though. He tied Carole's hair in the rope and then suspended the ball, all ten pounds of it, from her hair, pulling her harder towards the ground. She screamed when he let the ball drop, jerking her down, but she was too late. She was hanging from the door by her legs, tied at the feet and wrists to Cindy and she had the weight suspended from her hair.
"That's good, girls. Very good. It looks like you two are learning in spite of your inclination to laziness."
Carole wanted to tell him to fuck off. He was out of his mind, that much was obvious. Why had she let him set her up like this? She must be as carzy as he.
Cindy was on the verge of crying. She felt like it was her fault,that she and Carole were in thiss mess. Her arms were already starting to ache, and she didn't think that he planned to let them down soon. She tried pleading with him.
"Please, Mr. Sawyer! It hurts too much already."
"Shut up!"
"But Mr. Sawyer, I can't take the way this is pulling my arms. It hurts too much!"
"Shut up!" he repeated. He was hunting for the second dildo. He was sure he had brought two up, but he could only find one.
"You can't do this to us!" Cindy cried.
"I what? I can't do what to you?" He had found the second piece of rough rubber and now he turned back to his two captives.
"Please! You can't!"
"But Cindy! Haven't you learned better than to contradict me by now? You've been here long enough to know that."
"Please?" she said weakly, knowing her position was hopeless.
"Shut up!" he said.
He walked around to Carole's side of the door and slipped down her panties just a little. Then he stuck the dildo in between her legs and let the underwear go, so that it held the dildo in place.
Carole felt the rough rubber tickling her cunt, but she got no satisfaction from it. It was a new kind of torture to have it so close to her cunt and yet not inside.
"Fuck me," she mumbles. She felt weak and her arms hurt, but she knew she wanted to get fucked.
"And now for you," Mr. Sawyer began as he came around to Cindy's side of the door.
"What are you going to do?" Cindy looked down in horror at the thing he was carrying. It was a gigantic dildo, shaped like a wart covered cock, but much larger than any man's dick could be.
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
"Oh, no! Please!"
"Shut up! I'm going to teach you a little something about disobeying me and questioning what I say."
"I didn't mean what I said."
"Oh, no? You shouldn't have said it then."
"But I didn't think!"
"You've made me angry Cindy, and you know you have to pay for that. You've know that since you first got here." He took a step forward, and took aim with the dildo.
"But, you can't. You're killing me!"
"What! I can't? Again you tell me I can't do something!!"
He slapped her tits with the wet piece of rubber.
"Please! Oh, God!" The pain in her breasts was intense and Cindy tried to shelter them by bringing her shoulders forward, but she couldn't
"Would you like to feel it again? Or do you think perhaps that I can go ahead and do what I want now?" He waited for a second and then slapped her again.
"Yes!"
"What?"
"YES!!" She was crying and shaking with terror and pain.
"Yes, what?" He waited and then slapped her tits again.
"Oh, God! You can do anything you want! You're right!"
"Thank you," he said calmly. His anger had disappeared as quickly as it came, but Cindy knew that it was lurking just beneath the surface of calm, and that one wrong move would bring it out again.
She looked down and saw the red marks on her tits. She knew she would be black and blue by the morning.
"Now I think it's time we stretched your cunt."
"Please...." she said weakly. She didn't have any more to say. There wasn't any more to say.
"Good," he said, almost smiling. "I'm glad we agree."
He put the edge of the dildo between her legs and began to rub it gently back and forth, scraping her lips with the bumps and teasing her clit. Her juice was already there, and no torture could end the excitement that she was feeling. It covered the dildo and made it shint.
"I think your cunt is ready. Is it?"
"No," she said softly as one final means of protest.
"What?" He was starting to get mad again.
"Yes! I'm ready! Give it to me!"
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the pain in her shoulders. That way she thought she might be able to keep her cunt relaxed. She knew that if she tightened, she would be finished. The dildo would tear her apart.
Mr. Sawyer gave her the first two inches, the head of the rubber cock, slowly. He could feel how tight her cunt was and how much trouble she was having adjusting to its huge size. It was like fucking a virgin. So tight and so eager at the same time.
But he stopped the 'easy' routine with her once she had taken the head of the cock inside her cunt.
"Are you ready for the rest of it?"
"I can't take it!" she said, insane suddenly with fear.
"Of course you can. All you have to do is relax. You know that."
"But I can't take it!"
"Relax!"
"Please! I can't do it!LL
"Would you rather have your tits slapped some more?" He hit her gently with his open hand, just as a reminder of how much pain he could inflict.
"NO!!"
"Then take it!"
He jammed it into her, hard and without waiting any more, making her take every inch of it so that it was buried out of sight in her cunt, sucked completely inside.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed. "NO!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping against hope that one of the other people in the family would hear her and at least come to see what was wrong. She hoped that they might be able to convince him that he was hurting her and that she should be let down.
Carole joined in the screaming, but only weakly. She had almost fainted already, and she didn't have any voice left at all. Her head was full of blood and her pussy was on fire from the movement of the dildo against it.
But she screamed as loudly as she could, and hoped along with Cindy that someone would come to their aid.
"What's wrong!" The voice came from the master bedroom, but it was getting closer. It was Chuck.
"What's wrong in there?" He had been away from the Sawyer home long enough to forget about all the screams that came from bedrooms during the evenings. A few years ago, when he lived there, he might easily have ignored it. But he had been away, and to him a scream was a cry for help.
"What's wrong!"
"Help!" Cindy screamed and she got a hand agross her tits again for her efforts. "Oh, God! Help!"
"What' ... Oh, my God! Are you all right?"
Chuck had seen Carole first, hanging upside down from the door, her face and chest both bright red with excess blood.
"Please ... Just get us down," she said. She wasn't hurt too much, but she felt very weak.
"Help!" Cindy couldn't be sure if help was there or if she was just imagining the sound of Chuck's voice because she wanted to hear it so badly. "Help us!"
"Take it easy!"
Chuck looked at Mr. Sawyer, shook his head, and then reached up to help Carole down. Sawyer did nothing, but stare, watching Chuck wreck the scene he had constructed so carefully.
"You must be out of your mind," Chuck muttered. He helped Carole down carefully, making sure that Cindy was gradually lowered to the floor, too. Then he untied the ropes quickly and checked both of them to make sure that they were all right.
"Are you sure?" he kept asking them.
As soon as Cindy was let down, she started to feel better. The dildo was removed slowly, but it hadn't hurt her aside from stretching a few muscles.
Carole was all right too. She had pulled a leg muscle in the struggle, but other than that she was fine.
Mr. Sawyer sat on one of the beds and stared. He felt he had been defeated.
CHAPTER NINE
"So that's the plan. What do you say?" Roger looked closely at Carole, trying to give her the confidence to agree with him.
"I don't know. They didn't really hurt us, and we did sort of ask him to do it."
"You know that's a crock of shit. He could have really hurt you if Chuck hadn't come in. Chuck, Ellen and Bobbi are going along with us, so you two might as well."
Actually Roger wasn't sure if Chuck, Ellen and Bobbi were goint along with the plan at all. He just had to assume that Charles would be able to talk them into it.
"All right," Cindy said.
Carole looked at her and then shrugged her shoulders.
"All right. The worst thing that can happen is that I get sent back to the fucking detention home."
"Right! Then it's set. Chuck will give the signal during the meeting when he sees that everything's set up. OK? No questions?"
"No questions."
"I wouldn't have gone along with it before But he was really acting crazy in there," Chuck told Charles. "You should have seen what he was doing to her. To both of them. It was insane!"
"That's not half of the stuff that goes on around here. They have to be taught a lesson, and there's only one langueage that they can understand."
"I think he's right," Bobbi said. She looked to Ellen who nodded. "They're getting carried away with their own power. Someone has to straighten them out. Now is a good time to do it, while we're here.
By the time the family meeting began, the tension seemed to have dissapated somewhat. Everyone managed a smile, and though it wasn't as relaxed an atmosphere as they had enjoyed downstairs after dinner, it was still enjoyable.
Carole and Cindy were both getting their first good look at Chuck's cock, which was performing, already hard and ready for the action of the orgy. It was difficult to believe that he knew what was going to happen. What they had planned, anyway.
Things began slowly. There was no newcomer for them to honor, ans so it was a kind of free-for-all, with each person selecting whatever looked most interesting to him or her, and then going after it.
Mr. Sawyer was calmer than carole had ever seen him. His big cock was hard, and looked inviting, but he wasn't in charge of the orgy at all. He was sitting rather passively, waiting for someone to decide to spend some time with him, ready for whatever might develop. Or at least he thought he was.
When Carole and Cindy stayed away from Mm, he wasn't too surprised. He had been disgraced in front of them, and there was no reason why they shouldn't avoid him.
But Bobbi and Ellen came to him soon after things got underway. They began by licking his thighs and balls, avoiding his cock, but arousing him, tickling him with their tongues.
"It tickles," he complained, trying to get away from them. "Hold still," Bobbi warned him. When he wiggled more, she repeated her warning, but it didn't keep him from moving.
"If you don't hold still, we're going to have to make you hold still."
Bobbi's voice sounded as if she were teasing him, and that was how he took it. He relaxed a little and decided that the kids might not be so angry with him after all. He would play along with them and let them have their way for awhile. That should guarantee that they would do as he said in the future. They could respect him more if he met them on their level for awhile.
Why not, he reasoned. Why shouldn't I let them play around for awhile. I don't have to be cracking the whip over them all the time. Maybe I should relax and just have fun for this evening. I don't want to get them upset with me. We don't need any trouble.
"That's not good enough," Bobbi said, and she left him, only to come back in a couple of seconds with a length of rope.
She and Ellen moved quickly tying his hands behind him, over the back of the headboard of the bed. He was relatively immobilized, but not enough to make him wary of what happened.
"Now you can't push away," Bobbi said, smiling at him.
"You're our prisoner." Ellen smiled too, and as far as Mr. Sawyer was concerned, she was just joking with him.
Maybe that's what they want to do. They want to show me the right way to do things? I'll go along. They'll like that. He let them torture him with their tongues, licking his balls and blowing hot air onto his cockhead.
"It tickles," he told them again.
"Shut up!" Bobbi whispered.
Mrs. Wawyer wasn't paying any attention to what was happening to her husband. She had her hands full with the three boys. Roger was straddling her head, making her take his cock in her throat, while Charles was manipulating two dildoes. He had put one in her ass and one in her pussy and he took turns shoving them in and out while he fucked Carole easily.
Chuck had found a pair of pliers, and while he was more interested in the blowjob that he was getting from Cindy, he found enough time to twist Mrs. Sawyer's tits.
Because of all the excitement earlier, it took a little while for things to get going. Cindy had started using a dildo on herself, a smaller one than Mr. Sawyer had picked out for her, and she was freaking out over Chuck's enourmous cock. She kept gagging when she tried to take all of it.
Bobbi and Ellen suddenly attacked Mr. Sawyer's cock. They worked on it hard, pulling it and sucking, slobbering all over it until it was soaked with their spit and his pre-come. It looked like they were determined to make him come quickly, and it felt that way to him.
"You're going to make me come! Don't do it so good, or I'll be shooting come all over you! I don't want to come yet!" Wiggling on the bed wasn't enough to get away from them, and he wished his arms were free so that he could push them off.
"Shut up!" Bobbi told him, letting Ellen take over the cocksucking for a few minutes.
"What?" He couldn't believe she was talking to him that way. Even if she didn't live with him anymore, he thought she would be better behaved. He made a note to make sure that he got even with her before she left.
"I said to shut up!" Bobbi looked him directly in the eye as if she dared him to question her again.
For the first time, Jim Sawyer began to suspect that there might be something wrong.
Mrs. Sawyer was enjoying herself enormously. She didn't stop to think about the fact that she was immobilized by the ropes that had tied her hands behind her. All she knew was that she had every conceivable hole filled with cock or dildo, and she felt satisfied.
"Come!" Charles announced suddenly.
All of the family began to move more quickly. Charles continued to shove the dildoes into his foster mother, but he concentrated on teh one going into her pussy, knowing it was the one that would bring her off quickest.
"Fuck me!" Mrs. Sawyer tried to say, but her mouth was jammed full of Roger's cock. As soon as he heard her speak, he pushed forward, gagging her with his dick to keep her words from becoming intelligible.
"Oh, god!" Mr. Sawyer moaned. The girls had succeeded in doing what they wanted to do to him, and now he was coming.
Bobbi and Ellen both reached for their cunts and started fingering themselves. It was all part of the plan.
Chuck saw what was happening, and he dropped the pliers so that he could take over the operation of one of the dildoes that was being used on Mrs. Sawyer. He grabbed the pussy plunger away from Charles, freeing him to work on the one that had been shoved up her ass.
"Fuck me,!! she cried out, but the sound was garbles.
"Come!" Cindy tried to say, but there was too much cock in her mouth. She was fucking her own cunt as rapidly as possible, jamming the dildo deep inside her and wiggling around on it while she sucked Chuck's dick.
Mr. Sawyer was the first one to come. He was getting the blow job of his life from the two girls, who were both determined to make him come quickly. They were sucking and fingering, shoving small wet fingers into his asshole and tickling his prostrate.
"Shit! I'm going to come! Easy girls! Please don't!"
There was the sound of sucking coming from his crotch.
"No! I don't want to come yet! Don't make me!"
But they ignored him except to suck a little harder and stick another finger into his ass.
"Please! Oh, shit! Goddam! I'm coming!"
The girls sucked harder, pulling the first half-spurt of liquid from him before it was ready to shoot and drinking it. Bobbi took the first part and then moved away so that Ellen could have what was left.
"Goddam! Oh, Goddam is that fine! That's it girls! Suck the come right out of my cock! Pull it all out."
"Come!" said a voice on the other end of the bed.
"Yes!" he yelled. He was hoarse with excitement, and he strained his bent legs and tied arms, trying to hold on to the electric sensation that was spreading from his groin as he shot his thick wet load into the two open mouths.
"Oh, God!" he said finally.
"Now!" Bobbi said, letting the cock slip from her mouth.
"Yes!" Ellen answered. Both girls let go of the cock and balls they had been holding, and began fucking themselves.
Bobbi wished that she could get one of the extra dildoes, but she knew there wasn't time for it. She didn't really need it to bring her to climax, but she loved the feel of the wet rubber sliding in and out of her hold, making her come faster and longer.
"Good!" she said softly when she felt her orgasm begin. She was right on schedule with the rest of the family.
"Oh," Ellen sighed. Her body was tingling all over which was always the beginning of a good orgasm for her. She moved a little on the bed and wiggled her hips down onto her fingers, taking more inside her and working the fingers around in a small circle.
"Oh, yeah!" she moaned.
"Fuck me!" Mrs. Sawyer cried again. She couldn't say anything else. She couldn't think anything else. Everything was a cock and it was fucking her from every angle. She had her cunt stretched by the big dildo, with another one climbing up her ass, rubbing through the thin wall that separated the two channels. "Fuck Me!!"
"Oh, Charles! I'm starting!"
Carole had been on the floor, watching Mrs. Sawyer's body being invaded by the sticks of hard rubber. She had been relaxing, resting her tired body from the torture over the door with Mr. Sawyer.
Charles had moved her a little and started fucking her right after he had begun fucking Mrs. Sawyer, and she didn't have any complaints. He and Roger with both good fuckers, and as long as they wouldn't make her do very much, she'd be happy to go along for the ride.
She kept staring up at the dildoes going into Mrs. Sawyer, and remembering the dildo in the basement. She thought about how she had felt the rubber inside her, stretching her open and making her come, even though she knew that it wasn't there at all.
It was one of the strangest sensations of her life. To be able to want something so badly that she made it hap pin in her mind. And even though she knew that she invented the dick that was fucking her that afternoon, she had still felt it.
And looking at them now, shoved into the same cunt, plus the asshole, too. With the added stimulus of Charles' cock sliding into her own cunt, she couldn't help what happened to her.
"I'm coming! I'm coming now! Oh, God, Charles. Fuck me! Fuck my head off!" She lifted a little, ignoring the pain in her shoulders and wanting only to get her cunt fucked.
Mrs. Sawyer moaned. They had done it to her! She was starting to come, and there was no way to stop it now. She didn't try to tell them because Roger was gagging her with his cock. He'd shoved it deep inside her, keeping her from making anything but low animal sounds, grunts and moans that vibrated through her whole body.
She twisted slightly to get a better grip on the ass dildo. Charles was fucking her with it so expertly that it felt like it was going to come out. She didn't want to lose it. Chuck was fucking her again, too. But it was different than it had been an hour or so before when he had used his own huge cock. This time he was using a dildo that was bigger than he! It was the same thing that Mr. Sawyer had shoved into Cindy before, and it stretched Mrs. Sawyer even wider than Chuck's cock had.
She tightened her lips around the cock that Roger was feeding her and felt the balls slap against her chin. She was so relaxed that she could take all of the ram rod stiff cock each time, gulping it down and then giving it up, over and over, until she made him come.
"Oh, no!" Roger yelled.
He grabbed Mrs. Sawyer's hair and shouted again, not forming any words, but releasing through his sound some of the incredible exctacy of hislclimax
"Mmmm," Mrs. Sawyer groaned. The come was spurting into her mouth, filling her to overflowing with the creamy hot liquid.
"God," Roger moaned as he sent the last trickle into Mrs. Sawyer's mouth.
"Mmmm!" she groaned, but this time it wasn't because of someone else's come. This time it was her own orgasm that was making the noise, coming up from her cunt to speak, announce its presence and make itself felt.
"She's coming," Chuck told Charles.
Chuck knew his foster mother well. He could tell almost as soon as she could that he had succeeded in getting her off.
"Fuck her!" he ordered, taking command of the operation. He looked to make sure that everything was going right, checking to see if Charles was fucking her spread ass all right, and signalled Roger to stay in her mouth. He thought she would like to come with all her holes plugged.
Flo, was writhing on the bed, out of her mind with happiness, craving all the fucking that was being thrown her. She humped down on the dildoes in her ass and cunt and squeezed Roger's cock as she came, groaning and writhing on the stained bed.
"Come, bitch!" Charles was fucking the ass.
"Goddam, come!" Chuck was coming while he fucked her pussy.
"All over!" Charles yelled, his own come beginning to spurt .Come was everywhere as the others joined in, shooting their load into every empty hole, spreading juice on all the cocks in sight.
"Fuck me," Cindy sighed, one last time before she gave up with her dildo, satisfied for the moment.
CHAPTER TEN
"I have an idea for one," Charles announced. He had been thinking for weeks of things he wanted to do to the Sawyer's. Ways that he could torture them in the same ways that they had tortured the kids.
He directed the others to get some of the supplies he needed, and he told them where they were. His plan was mapped out in his mind carefully, and he knew where everything was kept that could be used for his plans.
"What are you going to do, Charles?" Roger seemed a little unsure of Charles' ability to devise something suitable.
"You'll see," he answered confidently.
"It better be good!" Roger warned, and walked away to look at Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer.
The two of them were in the basement now, along with the rest of the gang. They had tied them together to hold them better, after they had carried them from the bedroom.
Mr. Sawyer had been surprised when he found how securely he was bound. It hadn't been too much of a surprise when they refused to let him go. He had expected it by then, much as a dictator knows when he is goint to fall, knows when the conditions are right, ripe, for an overthrow of his government and his own demise. He knows.
Jim Sawyer sensed it almost as soon as the ropes were on him, but by then it was too late. He had lost before he knew there was a fight.
"What is he going to do?" Mr. Sawyer asked Roger, hoping he would betray some small detail, even if out of malice.
"Fuck off, Jim," he said, and he left. "You!...." Jim stopped his sentence. There was nothing he could do about it now.
It didn't take too long to construct what Charles had conceived. He directed the other members of the family skillfully until the bodies and the ropes were all joined with doldoes and hooks to create a fucking machine.
Mr. Sawyer was strapped into a chair, tied by ropes, while Mrs. Sawyer was attached to his legs, her mouth over his stiff dick, her cunt and ass invaded by a hook and a dildo.
"That looks good, Charles," Roger admitted when they finished. Really good! You should be proud of yourself."
"Just wait," he told his 'brother.' "Just wait."
"What else are you going to do to them?"
"One thing at a time, Roger, we've got to get this one working first. Right?" He pointed to Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer.
"The way this works is this," he began "Each of you gets a turn with the whip and you get to blows. You can hit either one of them anyway you want, two times. Then you pass your whip to the next person, understand?"
Everyone muttered that he understood and then they queued up to take a turn at whipping the Sawyers.
"I want to be first," Cindy announced. She remembered the door too well to be shy and to wait for someone else to speak first.
"Fine," Charles said. "The rest of you line up anyway you want to. Make them dance anyway you want!"
Cindy walked up to them and popped Mr. Sawyer on the chest with the whip making him jump and shove his dick down Mrs. Sawyer's throat The hook and the dildo shoved deep into her and made her grunt in pain.
But the best thing about all this was that they loved every minute of it.
