Duping the uninformed has been a tactic used throughout history by the unscrupulous to achieve their goals. It occurs on every level, from worldwide propaganda to the door-to-door salesman.
A great many people are affected in one way or another by this devious tactic-witness the amount of advertisements bombarding us every day, many of which have been proven to be misleading.
This is the story of Suzy Clayton, an innocent fourteen-year-old girl whose only crime is her inability to recognize when she is being taken advantage of by unethical people.
Eager to enrich her humdrum, day-to-day existence, she falls victim to her sadistic uncle, whose depraved urges are made obvious to Suzy after she is trapped in his web of degradation.
NIECE IN CHAINS-a shocking novel about a young girl caught in a struggle between good and bad. A situation we all must face some time in our lives. A situation we cannot take lightly.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As she stood in the doorway, Suzy Clayton felt a hot itch gnawing her cunt. And she wasn't sure why. She had felt it before, vaguely. Lately the itchy feeling had been getting stronger and stronger. Usually, the itch came when she looked at pictures of handsome movie stars and rock singers. Something about Uncle Jack's forbidden room really made the itch flare hot.
It had taken Suzy less than ten minutes after Uncle Jack and Cousin Billy had left to find the key to the room. The warning not to try to get into the room had of course increased her curiosity. The key had been in Uncle Jack's night table. The lock had been well oiled and easy to open.
Burning, Suzy slid her hand down to the crotch of her tight white shorts. Standing in the doorway, she rubbed the itch. The white cotton of her shorts was bunched up against her pussy. Her titties felt swollen inside her bra. And all because of what she was looking at. Which was crazy.
Because, from here, it just looked like a sort of gym. One wall had a long horizontal ladder-type thing, horizontal parallel bars of wood that ran from the floor all the way to the ceiling. On another wall was a set of cables and pulleys, the kind that usually had weights on them. There was a leather-covered vaulting horse. There was a vibrator machine with a big motor on a pedestal and a wide canvas belt.
There were a few things that didn't look quite right in a gym. like the thick round posts. There were two of them, four or five feet apart. They were as big around as telephone poles. Both had steel rings fastened to them. There was an "X" made of wood. It was at a slight backward angle. It looked like it could be swung either fully erect or tipped completely back, maybe even all the way to upside down. There were steel rings at the ends of the arms of the "X".
Neat coils of thick rope were hanging from one wall. Next to the rope were leather cuffs with chains and snaps and buckles. There were a couple of leather harnesses, too.
Somehow, it all made the itch in Suzy's fourteen-year-old cunt get hotter and more demanding. Standing in the doorway, she rubbed her crotch hard. Her hips squirmed as she looked around the room. The material bunched against her cunt felt moist. Her slender thighs were getting achy and crampy.
She hesitated, frightened to enter the room for some reason. It wasn't that her uncle or cousin were going to catch her-they had said they'd be gone for hours. Somehow, the room scared her as much as it excited her. It was as if entering it would bring a horrifying change in her life.
Her breath burning in her chest, she went in. Her sandals were silent on the thickly carpeted floor. She realized that only half the lights in the room were on. The unlit ones looked black. Curious, she flicked the second switch, and the black bulbs glowed red. It made everything in the big gym sort of pink. When she turned off the white lights, the room looked as if it were drenched in blood.
Frightened, Suzy changed the lights to just the white she had started with. She was a foot inside the door, and could see the whole room. Which increased her puzzlement. There were mirrors, like in department stores-three mirrors set so they reflected a crazy endless jumble of images. Only the mirrors were bigger than any Suzy had ever seen in a department store. They were taller and wider. And, they were on wheels, so they could be moved around. There were some plain mirrors, too, also on wheels.
Against the wall to her right was a long couch, lushly upholstered in black velvet. Two easy chairs made it look like a cozy conversation area. There was a sturdy coffee table in the center. There was a stack of scrapbooks on the table.
Along the left wall were glass-fronted cases, on top of low bureaus. In the cases she saw all kinds of whips: black-snake whips, horse whips, a cat o' nine tails. There was also an expensive movie camera and a projector.
Suzy opened one of the drawers, then slammed it closed again. Then, blushing, she opened it slowly. It contained clothes. Some were leather, some were rubber. What had made her blush the most were the corsets and the outlandish bras with open-tipped cups, the lacy garter belts, and the outrageous panties. Everything was black.
All the drawers contained clothes. Some were for men. There was even a selection of black jock straps. Suzy shivered as the itch in her crotch got hotter and hotter. She closed the last drawer, and looked at the cabinet.
She suddenly felt as if she were going to fall. All her muscles went soft, and she had to steady herself on the bureau. Inches from her face, behind the glass, was a ... a plastic model of a boy's ... thing! More than one, in fact. There was a whole bunch of them. Cocks, that's what they were, plastic cocks. There was a wide range of sizes. Some were attached to small motors. One that was double-ended was bent into a U-shape. A few had straps, so they could be worn.
Weak and shivering, Suzy drew away from the display case. She was frightened by her urge to open the glass doors and touch the dildoes. Her eyes flicked from one cock to the next. Her cunt drooled into her panties and shorts. Her stomach was so tight it hurt.
She turned toward the coffee table and sofa and chairs, and circled them warily. She wanted to look at the scrapbooks, but was afraid to. As she walked across the room, she was amazed at how the sound of her footsteps was deadened by the thick carpeting, the soundproofed walls and ceiling. She suddenly realized that the room didn't have any windows.
Two pairs of doors in the end wall intrigued her.
Behind one set she found a huge tiled shower. There was no shower curtain to shield the shower from the main room. The shower head was one of the new-fangled ones that gave a pulsing spray and had a wide variety of settings. It was on the end of a long, flexible hose. With a shrug, Suzy closed the doors and moved to the other set.
They hid a sink, a toilet and a bidet. Hanging from the wall was an enema bag, and beside the bidet was an array of douches. Suzy was beyond surprise now. These all seemed rather normal anyway. Except that it would be impossible to close the doors if you wanted to use the toilet or bidet, because they were set right up against the sill.
Shivering a little, the teenage girl turned and closed the doors behind her. She gazed around the room, and felt the hot itch in her snatch growing again. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirrors and noticed the quick rise and fall of her tits inside her white blouse. She like to wear white. It set off her jet-black hair and deeply tanned skin. Her tits were getting bigger. They pushed impatiently against the blouse. Her shorts were getting a little too tight, too. They hugged the cheeks of her ass and showed the seams of her bikini panties.
She was starting to get hot looks from the boys at school now. Which made the forced exile to
Uncle Jack's all the more infuriating. Her folks couldn't take her to Europe with them, and didn't think she was old enough to be by herself at home. So, they had shipped her off to her only close relative, her mother's brother, a widower with one son-who, at sixteen, she was sure was too old to give her a second look. She didn't know anybody here at all. And Uncle Jack was real strict, too.
Suzy looked at the books on the table. The itch in her cunt had faded to a dull ache. She thought of the fake pricks in the case and shivered. What would the books have in them?
She was a virgin. Everybody she knew was a virgin. She had heard of people doing "it", but none of her friends ever had. The boys joked crudely about it, and bragged a lot, but that was all. She had been kissed on the lips a couple of times, and one boy had tried to feel her tits, but she hadn't let him.
She wasn't sure how "it" was done. She had heard talks, of course. Some of her friends had taken the Sex Ed. course, but her parents hadn't let her. Maybe next year, when she was older, they had said.
Two minutes after opening the top scrapbook, Suzy's crotch was on fire with lust. Three pages into the book she knew how to fuck and how to use the artificial pricks, too. Her shorts were a steaming swamp of cunt juices. Her titties were flaming points in her bra. Staring down at the open scrapbook, she yanked the buttons of her blouse open, took it off and threw it aside. It was followed quickly by her shorts, bra, and panties.
She caught sight of herself in the mirrors. It was enough to make her rip herself away from the scrapbook, and go over to the three reflecting panels. For the first time in her life she looked at herself, really looked at herself, naked.
She saw a slender, pretty girl. Her hands slid up and covered the gentle mounds of her boobs, felt the warm softness of them. She plucked her tits, pinched the hard nipples, felt hot sparkles burn outward from them. She rolled the sensitive nubbins and felt her cunt drooling with hunger.
Now she knew what the itch was, what she was hungry for. And she knew how to scratch the itch, how to feed the hunger.
She slid her hands down over her smooth teenage skin. Her fingers curved over the gentle roundness of her tummy, approached the sparse, nearly straight hairs of her snatch. Her hips shot forward. She pressed her soft cunt-lips. She slipped a finger into the hot slit, and shuddered from the blast of pleasure it gave her. She hadn't even penetrated her cunt-hole, only pressed the slithery petals of her slippery gash.
She saw herself full face in one mirror, saw her hand pressing into her crotch. She spread her feet slightly, humped her hips forward more. As she slid a finger into her tight twat, she felt a flimsy barrier move aside.
The hot walls of her cunt embraced her finger like wet velvet. She probed deeper into her hole, felt the rippled walls clutch and suck her finger. She moved her finger in and out of her twat. Biting her Up, she eased a second finger into her pussy. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate it. Her legs were shaky with lust. Her knees flexed slightly, spreading her thighs wider. The sight of her hand probing her twat increased her searing lust.
Her thumb discovered another pleasure point, high in the hair-framed crevice of her snatch. She twiddled the squirmy, slippery pearl, and was ravaged by searing flames. Her eyes blurred with tears of ecstasy as she watched her slender, naked body being penetrated. Her tight young titties shivered with her ragged breathing. She pinched her nipples with one hand while stirring her cunt with the other. She felt slippery juices flooding over her fucking fingers, smearing the satin-smooth insides of her thighs. Her hips jerked and twisted in a crazy rhythm.
Something fantastic was about to happen. It got closer and closer and closer. She pumped her fingers in her cunt, mangled her clit, kneaded her firm titties.
"GaaAAaaAAAH!" she wailed as her orgasm sucked the breath out of her lungs, forced it through her passion-knotted vocal cords.
With the fingers hooked deep in her cunt, she felt her crotch muscles clenching and unclenching. She felt hot waves of cum stream down over her hand. Her ass-cheeks clenched and unclenched as her orgasm pulsated through her.
"Ooooo!"
The sound of her soft sigh as her muscles relaxed startled her. She felt as if her insides were all mushy, as if the heat of her coming had melted her guts. She pulled her sopping fingers out of her cunt, and became aware of the rich smell of her lust. On shaking legs, she went over to the doors to the sink and toilet and opened them. After washing her hands, she sat on the toilet and washed her dripping snatch.
Drying her twat with a towel got her pussy all excited again. Her thighs shivered as she scrubbed her snatch, dragged and scraped her clit. Tensely, nervously, she stuffed the towel through the bar on the side of the sink, and headed back to the scrapbooks.
Sitting naked on the couch, she leafed through the first one some more. Her eyes got bigger, and her cunt got hotter. She crammed her fist into her crotch. Grinding her knuckles against her pussy, she licked her lips as she slowly turned the pages, and stared at photograph after photograph. Her tummy shuddered as her breathing got more and more ragged.
Suddenly she jumped to her feet. On unsteady legs, she moved to the mirror and dragged it to the couch. Then, nervously, she tottered the length of the room to the glass case loaded with fake cocks. Her hands shook as she opened the door. Her fingers danced over the biggest of the artificial peckers.
-Her lips working with a mixture of fear and arousal, her eyes glittering, she studied the lewd display of pricks. She picked up a carefully sculptured jet-black dick and fingered it, then put it back. Finally, she picked a long, skinny cock and held it up in front of her face. Her fingers stroked the rippled pink length of the artificial pecker.
Clutching it in front of herself, the naked girl went back to the couch. Sitting down, she turned to face the three mirrors. She lifted one leg to the couch, put the other on the coffee table.
The act made her crotch gape wide. She stared at it in the mirror. Her naked, slender, youthful thighs looked like twin highways leading to the black-fringed heart of her snatch. There, like a target, were the tattered pink ruffles of her inner cunt-lips. They were protruding hungrily. Below her snatch was the dark crevice of her ass.
Holding the plastic pecker with both hands, Suzy moved its tip to her twat. Sweating, she wedged the rounded end into her pink-petaled pussy. Her slender arms shivered as she slowly burrowed the head of the dildo into her snatch. She felt her cunt-lips being wedged open, saw the tip of the dick nuzzle into her streaming slit.
Her arms jerked involuntarily, and she winced as the pink prick stabbed her cunt. Her hips writhed and heaved. With one hand, she spread her hairy cunt-lips, and saw the head of the dildo digging into the tight entrance of her virgin channel.
Gritting her teeth, sweating with fear and arousal, she slowly thrust the dildo up into her hole. She felt a hot, burning sensation, then a tearing that both terrified and excited her. She gave the pecker a twist and a shove, and felt the thin tissue barrier of her virgin membrane shred.
With a hot, animal moan of pleasure, she rammed the long, thin rubber pecker into her boiling cunt, felt it slither in on her blazing waves of juices. She felt the walls of her cunt wrap themselves around the invader. She felt the rippled length of the fake dick slide deep into her box. She felt the head of it strike the end of her tunnel, and she pushed. She felt her tunnel stretch to take more and more of the long, lean dildo.
She stopped when she felt her cunt walls spasming around the hard, lean length of the fake prick. Letting go of the end of the artificial cock, she gazed at her image-in the mirror. Her belly was creased from her hunched pose. Her nipples were hard as rocks, stabbing peaks on her rounded boobs. One foot was hooked on the back of the couch, the other was against the stack of scrapbooks on the coffee table.
Protruding from her gaping cunt was the butt end of the dildo. A thin trickle of pink-tinged cunt juice coated her pale flesh. Spreading her cunt-lips, she surveyed the shattered remnants of her hymen, saw her oozing virgin blood.
Grabbing the skinny cylinder, she began to fuck herself with it. Her fingers slipping on the cunt-slick shaft, she drew it out, then drove it back into her hole. She felt her twat close behind it, then get driven open again as it pumped back into her. She watched the disappearance and reappearance of the comeand blood-smeared plastic piston in the mirror. She saw her hips jerking and heaving, saw the muscles in her gut knotting and shuddering.
Suzy felt herself climbing toward the blazing peak again. She pistoned the prick in her cunt faster and faster. The dull ache from her shattered virginity dissolved in the heat of her soaring ecstasy. She saw waves of juice pumping from her twat as she stirred the dick in her cunt. She had to fight to keep her eyes on the mirror because her mind wanted to shut out everything but the exquisite pleasure.
Her fingers began jerking and twisting the prick from side to side as well as up and down. Which increased her already blazing pleasure. A pink flush glowed on her belly, flowed steadily upward and outward from her hairy twat. Her hips bounced and heaved on the springy couch. Her tits jiggled and jerked as her whole body thrashed madly with lust.
She began to come again, and drove the fake cock deep into her crotch, tried to spear herself with its blunt head. Jamming it as far in as she could stand, she slowly twisted it. She felt its rippled shape tug at her foaming twat. Her whole body tightened into a straining knot as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave.
The naked teenager lay spraddle-legged on the couch for a long time. Her fingers held the dildo in her spasming snatch. Her eyes fluttered open, saw her reflection in the mirror, then closed as another heaving wave of pleasure racked her slender body. She jammed the rubber dick even deeper into her cunt.
Finally, the shuddering aftershocks faded and she went limp. Her cunt spasmed and clenched, forced out the stained dildo. A drop of pink juice started down over the pale globe of one ass-cheek. The heart of her snatch, in the depths of her sodden black pussy hair, looked red and angry. Her chest rose and fell evenly as she panted.
It took a monstrous effort to haul herself up off the couch and stagger toward the toilet. Leaning against the sink, she washed the bloody dildo clean. Then it was back to the bidet to bathe her burning crotch. Finally, she washed her juices and blood off her hands.
Naked, weaving unsteadily, she made her way to the dildo case and put the fake organ back. Carefully, she closed the glass door. After gathering up her clothes, and stacking the scrapbooks the way she had found them, she headed for the door.
Before turning out the light, she glanced around the room. She was sure of one thing: it was not a gymnasium. Most of the pictures in the scrapbook had been taken in the room. How the majority of the equipment was used was still a mystery to Suzy. Maybe the other scrapbooks would show. But it was getting late, and she didn't have the strength to examine the books any further.
Switching off the lights, she closed the door and locked it. Back in her uncle's bedroom, she dropped the key into the drawer where she had found it, then eyed the bed. It was one that had been in a good number of the photographs in the album. It was a huge bed with a canopy. Looking up, she saw that the canopy concealed lights, a mirror, and platforms for cameras.
Suzy wondered where her cousin fitted in. Did he know of his father's activities, or was Billy still innocent? Thinking of her tall, handsome cousin made Suzy's snatch drool. The fake cock had only whetted her appetite for the real thing.
Going to her own bathroom, Suzy bathed her cunt again, and then got into bed, still naked. Cousin Billy could wait until the next day. But she couldn't help but wonder what he and her uncle were doing right then.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack Saunders kissed the lushly built blonde as soon as she opened her door. He slid his hand up and squashed one of her big tits, not caring who might be watching. His thumb ran over the tip of her jug. Through her blouse, he felt her nipple harden to a rubber button.
"Oh, Jack, stop that," the woman moaned as her body sagged against him.
"Hey, baby, you know you love it."
"But somebody might see," she protested hotly, making no real effort to pull away.
"I know, that's half the fun."
Demandingly, he clutched her meaty ass, squeezed one fleshy cheek.
"Oh, God," the woman whispered. Her eyes were glittering with lust.
"Grab my cock," he ordered.
"No, Jack. Please..."
"Grab it, Janet," he insisted. "Grab my hard-on. Right now!"
Fearfully, the quivering woman eased her hand down to his hard-on. Shyly, she squeezed his cock through his trousers. They were still standing in the open doorway. The street was empty, but she had the feeling they were being watched by hundreds of eyes.
"Take it out," he ordered, kneading her tit.
Without protesting, she ran his zipper down. A flip of her fingers and his prick leaped free. She curled her hand around his throbbing tower, pressed the steel-hard length of his dick.
Sliding his hand down from her knocker, he hooked his fingers in her crotch, cupped her pussy through her tight slacks.
It wasn't until he felt hot drippings from her aroused cunt soaking her clothes that he pushed her into her house and kicked the door closed behind them.
Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her mouth engulfed his throbbing prick, her tongue swept over his hot meat. Standing over her, staring down at her as she sucked his cock, he gently stroked her sleek blonde hair. It was as if he were stroking the head of a pet dog. .
Holding his dick with both hands, she pushed forward, slid his cock to the back of her throat. Worshipfully, she ate his dick, sucked it, stroked and bathed it with her tongue. Her eyes closed. Love and devotion made her cheeks blush pink.
When he gripped the sides of her head with both hands, the look of pleasure on her face grew more intense. She let him move her head back and forth, let him stroke his dick deep into her mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed the waves of spit his prick triggered as it pumped in and out of her mouth.
Standing just inside the front door of the little house, Jack thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into the woman's face. At the same time, he pulled her head toward him. It looked as if his cock were going to go completely through her and ram out through the back of her head.
"Suck it!" he ordered tensely.
And Janet Heller sucked his cock.
"Your tongue," he hissed. "Rub it with your tongue."
She stroked the underside of his hard-on with her tongue while her head was pushed back and forth, back and forth. Her throat was being bruised by his dick.
"You can taste it, can't you? You can taste my juice."
She could, and she loved it.
"Make me come," he ordered, even though the order was unnecessary. "Make me come."
Her cheeks sucking in, her tongue stroking, her fingers flickering over the base of his prick, she worked on him.
"I don't want any spots on my pants," he told her.
She knew what he meant. He meant that she had to take his whole load. She had to swallow every sticky drop of cum. She had to let his jism pour into her mouth. She had to catch every jetting spurt., His hips jerked at her faster and harder. Her breasts jiggling heavily as she was jarred by his drives and the jerking of his hands on her head, she took his fucking thrusts into her face.
The itch in Jack's crotch grew hotter and more impatient. He felt his nuts tighten up, felt his cum pooling like lava. Pulling her toward him, he jammed his dick to the back of her mouth, crammed the head down her working, gagging throat. He felt his balls contract, felt the first searing wad of jizz erupt down his dick.
Janet felt it coming, and let him cork her throat with his dick-head. She felt the throbbing of his cock as the first creamy wad of juice rushed at her. It broke against the back of her throat, a sticky bullet of boiling oil. Her throat worked as spurt after thick spurt of cream flooded her mouth.
He felt her swallowing. He felt her tongue working, stroking, milking his jetting dick as she swallowed his cum. The stroking and squeezing increased the burning pleasure of his coming, made his cock pump harder and harder. Finally his nuts were wrung dry.
She kept his dick in her mouth until it had become withered and shrunken. She sucked the last sticky drops from it. Then, carefully, she tucked it back into his pants and zipped them up. She got to her feet. Her chin was glistening with the spit and cum that had escaped her sucking lips. She smeared it over her chin with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean while he watched.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"Jack, I...."
"Take 'em off! And you better not be wearing any panties!"
"Yes, Jack, I mean, no, Jack," she stammered, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling fingers. She stripped it back, bared her thrusting titties. They swayed heavily as she let her blouse drop. Quickly, she unfastened the waist of her tight black slacks. She skinned them down her lush hips, revealed her pale-red snatch. Teetering awkwardly, she kicked her legs out of the slacks. She stood in front of him, naked.
"No panties," she announced.
"Put your clothes away and then get me a drink," he ordered.
"Yes, Jack."
He watched the jiggle of her titties as she fixed his drink. Her thighs stroked each other sensuously at each step. Her pussy was a pale-red rug between her thighs.
"I would have had you over, but my niece arrived this morning," Jack said after sampling the drink and nodding his approval.
Janet fixed her own drink and walked toward him. "Your niece?"
"My sister's daughter. Suzy Clayton."
Janet sank to the floor in front of him. All he could see of her snatch was a small wedge of strawberry-blonde hair. She sat up very straight and thrust her breasts out prominently. Her nipples, half-erect, were surrounded by generous circles of dusky pink flesh. Her jugs were a pale, creamy white, and had a faint tracery of blue veins.
"She's fourteen," Jack went on. "Real pretty little thing. Black hair and blue eyes."
"Good figure?" Janet asked, a flicker of jealousy in her tone.
"For her age," Jack said. "Slender and graceful. Nice legs."
"Oh."
Janet stuck her legs out straight and studied them carefully. The pose gave him a better view of her pussy, but the lips of her cunt were squeezed and hidden between her thighs.
"Billy kind of worries me a little," Jack said abruptly. "He's sixteen now."
"Have you given him a 'birds and bees' lecture yet?"
"Shit," Jack snorted. "These days they get it all in school at the age of fourteen."
"That late?"
"But I don't know what kind of practical experience he has," Jack said, ignoring her comment.
"That sort of thing usually takes care of itself."
"It didn't used to," Jack answered.
"Oh?"
"Used to be a man took his son down to the local whorehouse and had a professional instruct him."
"So, why not?" Janet asked. Jack snorted. "This town is too square to have a cat house."
"So, times have changed. Relax. Just let nature take its course."
"If that son of mine is as randy as I was at his age..."
"You mean you were more randy than you are now?"
"If he is," Jack went on, "then I damn well better find a safe cunt for him to plug his cock into."
"What makes you think he hasn't already solved the problem himself?" Janet asked.
"He's just a kid," Jack muttered, thinking hard. "Get me another drink."
"Yes, Master," Janet answered, getting to her feet.
"And don't be a wise ass," Jack growled, handing her his glass.
Meekly, Janet went to the sideboard and refilled his glass. His eyes followed her swaying breasts as she walked toward him. As he took his glass, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples, hard enough to wring a gasp from her.
"Bastard," she hissed, lust flaring in her eyes.
"And you love it."
"You know it."
"Go play with yourself," he ordered.
Obediently, Janet sauntered over to an easy chair. Lowering herself into it, she draped one leg over an arm, and stretched the other out straight.
Her cunt glared at him like a hot, pink cat's eye. She slid a hand down over the soft swell of her belly and eased the tip of one finger into her strawberry bush. She tickled the tip of her slit. Her eyes glazed with lust.
As he watched, his pants tented up. His hard-on grew as he drank in her blatant display.
"Deeper," he whispered hotly.
Her finger slid between her cunt-lips, slid out of sight and up into her gooey depths. Her inner cunt-lips swelled and flowered as her excitement mushroomed. With her middle finger, she fucked her streaming snatch. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but her increasing lust made it hard. Her hips began to squirm as she finger-fucked herself.
Jack's cock was a steel-hard tower in his pants. He sipped his drink as he savored her exhibition. Half the pleasure he felt came from his domination of her. Half her pleasure came from being dominated. He could order her to do anything.
"Spread your cunt-lips, baby," he ordered.
With the fingers of her other hand, she made her twat bloom. She spread the hairy lips, revealed the petaled heart of her snatch. He could see the rippled leaves of her inner lips, the little hood over her clit. There was the dimple of her pisser, and the tunnel of her cunt, still being probed by her finger.
"Oh, Jack, fuck me," Janet pleaded as she slid her finger in and out of her slippery hole.
"Maybe."
"Please," she begged.
"Do your ass-hole," he answered.
"Jack, please..."
"Do it!" he snapped. "Your finger. Shove it up your ass-hole."
"Yes, Jack."
She folded her legs up, drew her bottom tight. She spread her knees wide, so she was sitting on her spine, with her ass toward him. Between her tight ass-cheeks was the brown pucker of her ass-hole.
"Do it," he insisted when she hesitated.
Her expression was mingled lust and disgust. She touched her puckered winkie with her cum-slick finger. She pushed. Jack watched the tip of her finger open her clenched valve. Her head rolling with lust, she drilled her finger into her ass up to the first joint, and stopped. Then she sat there, shuddering.
"Deeper," he insisted, his fingers playing over his towering hard-on. "Deeper."
Obediently, she worked her finger deeper into her ass-hole while her lover watched. She kept whimpering, kept begging him to screw her.
The cold calculation on Jack's face was tempered by hot lust. He fondled his dick through his pants as he watched. A dark stain spread from where the head of his cock pressed against his pants.
Janet's finger was rammed full depth in her ass-hole. Her knuckles were jammed up against her bottom. While she wailed her mad lust, she pumped her finger in her winkie, dragging it out, then jamming it back in. A twitch, and she jammed her thumb deep into her cunt. She finger-fucked her cunt and her ass-hole while he watched.
"Awww," she moaned. "Awww, I'm coming. Aww, God, Jack, I'm coming, I'm coming! Just a little more! Just a little more! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uuuhhhhh!"
Jack's jaw clenched as the girl's body knotted and a hot flush blossomed on her pale flesh. Her muscles were locked by her coming for a long time. Her finger stayed rammed deep in her ass-hole, her thumb in the streaming hole of her cunt. Then she went limp. She drew her fingers out of her body very slowly. Shudders, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, racked her body.
"Come here," Jack ordered, calmly setting his drink aside.
Warily, Janet uncoiled and moved across the room toward him. He couldn't help noticing how wet and bedraggled her snatch was. Taking her wrist, he drew the hand she had used on herself over to him. He sniffed, smelled the scent of her cunt on her thumb. Faintly, too, he smelled the shit clinging to the finger she had thrust deep into her ass-hole.
"Smell this," he insisted, pushing her hand up to her face.
She grimaced, started to pull away, then obeyed when he tightened his grip on her wrist. She smelled her thumb. Then he turned her hand and made her smell her finger. Mixed with the disgust on her face was pleasure, pleasure at the way she was forced to obey him.
"Go wash up and then get me another drink," he told her, letting her go. "Got anything to eat?"
"Yes, Jack," she said, and went to the kitchen.
"You know, I think I've got an idea for Billy," Jack said when she returned with a tray of food.
"Oh?"
"Who just loves to fuck?" he asked softly. "Someone we both know."
"Quite well," he assured her. "You might even say we know her intimately."
"I don't understand."
"You."
Janet sucked in her breath. "No, Jack, please..."
"You, baby, that's who. Who better to show that horny son of mine what his dong is for?"
"Jack, please, no, don't ask me to-"
"You, baby," he told her, cutting her off. He took a sandwich. "Understand me?"
Janet knew when he used that tone it was useless to argue with him. "Yes, Jack," she whispered. "But, I don't want to, really I don't. You're the only man I love."
"Then you'll do what I ask," he said calmly.
"Yes, Jack."
"It's time that boy learned how to do a woman," Jack mused. "We'll lay it on just like it was school-you'll be the 'show and tell' for the day."
Janet shivered, jiggling her titties. Her nipples were stiffly alert, and there was a hot gleam in her eyes.
Jack's cock became a throbbing tower of lust as he contemplated the naked blonde and what he was going to have her do.
Then he began thinking about Suzy. Just thinking about his tender, nubile niece made his dick throb. He didn't have any trouble visualizing her the way she had been when he had left. Those short shorts had hugged her firm young ass like a coat of paint. Her crisp white blouse had been tented by an intriguing pair of knockers.
"What are you thinking?" Janet asked.
"Come here," Jack ordered.
Silently, the blonde approached him. She stood there quietly as he slid his hand up the inside of one naked leg. With barely a quiver, she let him drill his finger up into her snatch. He gazed up at her, stroked his eyes over her naked body. Her nipples stiffened with excitement as he felt her up.
Jack's mind, though, was not on Janet, but on his niece. He was picturing the young girl, stretched on his cross, writhing against the cuffs and chains as he advanced on her, his erect cock tugging at his groin. He would plunge his aching organ into her tight snatch, and watch the pain of her cherry tearing. Then he'd pump his dick in her tight hole while she bucked and heaved with lust. Tears would streak her cheeks. He'd hose her with cum, feel his jism spurt deep into her tight twat, then drizzle out and down over his knotting balls.
Heaving himself to his feet, Jack ripped his pants open with one hand, while keeping the fingers of his other hand hooked in Janet's steaming twat. Using his grip on her cunt, he dragged her across the room. He kicked off his loafers and impatiently dragged his feet out of his trousers and underpants as he went. His thrusting cock stabbed through his shirttails like a lance.
Janet let herself be dragged along. Lust blazed on her face, as did a touch of fear. She knew better than to resist, and didn't really want to anyway. She loved being dragged painfully along by the hand in her cunt. She loved the sight of his brutal dick, the sheen of juice at its tip. Her cunt drooled in anticipation of the thrust into her willing body.
She let him bend her over the back of the easy chair. He pushed her head down until her feet lifted off the floor, and her head was against the seat cushion. She turned her head to the side, and pressed her cheek against the rough upholstery. The high chair-back ground into her soft belly.
Her buns were raised high. The pale-red strands of her bush showed just below the pucker of her ass-hole. Her cunt-lips looked dark and full and inviting.
Jack sank his fingers into the backs of her legs, squeezing her milky, tender flesh mercilessly. He spread her thighs. He aimed his cock into her cunt, and lurched forward. His dick slammed into her twat from behind. The hot, wet walls of her hole burned his pecker. His hips slammed against her ass as his cock-head jolted the end of her shaft. He heaved, thrust deeper into her hole, felt his dick grind into her body.
Drawing back, he rammed into her twat again. His balls swung, slapped her. He stared down at where his shining dick spiked into her tender cunt. His fingers dug into the soft globes of her butt. His body swung with an easy power as he fucked her. His hips slapped her with a meaty smack, and his cock pistoned in her cunt with a juicy squishing noise. Her juices spattered his thighs.
"Uhhhh," Janet groaned softly.
He felt her hole clenching and unclenching as his dick pistoned in and out of it. She was coming. She was coming while he was driving himself toward that blistering, spasming peak that would flood her with his cum. She loved being fucked like this, hard and brutally, with him completely in charge of her body. She would let him do anything he wanted to her, and he loved her for it.
He speared her on his dick and held on while his groin spasmed, knotted, forced the first searing jet of cream into her clutching cunt. His ass convulsed as he tried to impale her on his spouting dick. Shuddering, he emptied his steaming reservoirs of semen into her shuddering body. He held on until the last drops were squeezed from his glands. Then he eased back.
He loved the feel of his dick sliding slowly out of her flooded twat. He looked down at himself, watched his shriveling pecker slither out of her slit. It squirted free, driven out by the convulsions of her well-trained cunt. A pearly dribble of jism escaped from the flushed pink petals of her twat.
"Don't move."
He left her draped over the back of the chair like a piece of discarded clothing, and built himself a fresh drink. Leaning against the sideboard, he studied her casually. Her ribs heaved as she caught her breath. Her generous tits were mashed flat against the chair-back. Her soft blonde hair hung down from the back of her neck. Her pale ass gleamed.
After a sip of his drink, he told her she could move. Pushing with her arms, she levered herself up until her feet touched the floor. Then she straightened. Swaying, the flush fading from her face as the blood drained down into her body, she looked over at him. Her face was a study of devotion, love and sated lust. She eyed his drink and licked her lips thirstily.
"Want a drink?" he asked.
The blonde woman nodded.
"Come here," he ordered.
She stood in front of him. He held his drink tantalizingly up in front of her. Her eyes burned at the sight of the sweating glass. They followed it as he lowered it to his limp, cum-sticky prick. Holding his withered pecker with one hand, he dipped it into the icy highball. The stinging booze washed away the jizz coating his meat. He swizzled the drink with his shriveled cock. The ice made his pecker ache. The cubes bumped against him, and clinked in the glass.
Then he lifted the drink and made her take it with both hands, as if she were a child. "Drink," he said softly.
Without a whimper, she put the glass to her lips and sipped the crazy cocktail of cunt juice, cum, Scotch and soda. Her blue eyes never left his. In their depths, he saw the silent acknowledgement of his domination of her.
"Tomorrow morning," he said softly, "Lay in some soft drinks, and a couple of six packs of beer."
"Yes, Jack," she whispered.
"Tomorrow afternoon, at one, you will be naked. You will come to the door and let us in when the doorbell rings. You will serve Billy and me, and you will let us use you any way we want to. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Jack," she whispered huskily.
"Repeat it back to me."
"Tomorrow afternoon-at one," she began, her voice quavering, "I will be naked. I will come to the door that way when the doorbell rings. I will serve ... Billy and you. I will let ... both of you use me, any way you want to use me."
"Good girl, " Jack said. "Now, make me a fresh drink. You finish that one. I want to see if there's a football game on worth watching."
CHAPTER THREE
Jack closed the door and locked it. His cold fury was mingled with concern. After putting the key away, he called his son. Innocent curiosity on his handsome young face, Billy came into the kitchen.
"Have you been in my study?" Jack asked the boy coldly. He watched his son's reaction carefully.
"No, sir," Billy answered quickly.
"You're not lying to me," Jack responded. Even as he said it, he knew it was a statement, not a question. One thing Billy could not, and would not do, was lie, and they both knew it.
"Honest, sir," Billy said. "You know I wouldn't do that."
Jack's eyes flickered over the boy's face. Then he nodded. "I know. Okay, go take a shover and shave that peach fuzz of yours. We're due at Janet's in an hour."
"Yessir," Billy agreed quickly, and left.
Jack leaned on the counter and looked out at the living room. Suzy, looking sullen and bored, was sitting with her feet up on the coffee table, leafing through a magazine. He studied his niece carefully, noticed the soft gleam of the light from the window on her black hair, the long, graceful line of her legs, the gentle thrust of her tits against her halter top. Her bare midriff was tanned and trim. The shorts she was wearing were at least a size too small. The way they hugged her ass was positively indecent.
The evidence was impossible to ignore-the moved scrapbooks, the crumpled towel, the dildo out of place. The only person who could have done it was slouching right there in his living room. The sweet innocence on her young, pretty face was a lie.
Jack opened his mouth to say something to her, then changed his mind. He got the key to his room and went in. After rearranging the scrapbooks-putting a different one on top-he moved around the room, attaching a chair here, a lock there. Finally, he pushed a button on the door lock, then twisted the key.
"I'm ready, Dad," Billy called.
"Be with you in a second," Jack answered, putting the key back in the drawer. He wanted Suzy to find it easily.
"How come we're going over to Janet's for lunch?" Billy asked when they were in the car.
Jack dragged his mind away from what Suzy might already be doing. As he contemplated the afternoon with Janet, his cock hardened. "I thought it was about time you learned how to use that cock of yours," he replied bluntly.
"Huh?! " Billy's voice cracked for the first time in two years.
Jack felt the boy's eyes on him, felt the fear in the youth's tense body. "Relax, relax," he soothed his son. "Look, you're sixteen now, it's about time you used the pecker God gave you. Janet's my mistress. You know that."
"Yeah."
"Well, if there's one thing that cunt knows how to do, it's fuck," Jack went on. "And, it's time you learned how to fuck."
"I've had Sex Ed. in school," Billy squeaked.
"Shit," Jack snorted. "You think if you read a book about it you'd know how to play the violin? Hell no! You've got to pick up an instrument, feel it, and stroke it. You need someone to teach you how to finger it and bow it. Women are the same way. If you're going to get the most out of them, you've got to learn how to do it. You need a woman to practice on, and a teacher to show you the best way of doing it."
"Oh." Billy was silent for a while. "But Janet is your mistress," he said finally.
"Janet is mine," Jack agreed. "So she'll do what I tell her to. That's one of the things you've got to learn about women. You're the boss. Let 'em think otherwise and they'll rip the balls right off you."
"Oh."
"Now, that doesn't mean you have to beat 'em up," Jack went on. "It just means that you control the action. You have a responsibility to give them pleasure, too. Janet-likes it rough, but that's not true of all women. Some women ask to be treated rough."
Jack thought of his niece and his sweating fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "Those women, you treat rough. Others you lead them along gently. The key word is 'lead'. You lead them. Never let them drag you around by a ring in your nose. You set the pace. Always. Understand?"
"I-I think so," Billy stammered, turning pink under his tan.
"Don't crutch up," Jack growled. "I'll be right there to guide you along. You'll do fine."
But, when Jack glanced at the boy, he wasn't so sure. A film of sweat gleamed on the boy's face, and the youth had no sign of a hard-on.
Well, one sight of Janet should get that pecker hard as a rock. Jack stopped the car in Janet's driveway and shut off the motor. He was out of the car and halfway to the front door when he realized that Billy was still in the car. He went back and hauled open the boy's door.
"Come on," he urged, helping the teenager out.
After he rang the doorbell, Jack's eyes were on Billy, not on the door. He saw the boy's eyebrows soar upward when the door opened. Billy's Adam's apple bobbed convulsively. He licked his lips.
"Please, come in, quickly," Janet invited, standing aside, trying to hide her nakedness behind the door.
Gently, Jack steered his son through the door. Then he took his time following the gaping boy in, deliberately torturing Janet, who was terrified of being seen naked in the doorway. Billy stumbled against a table, bounced off a chair and tripped into the living room.
Jack followed, dividing his attention between the naked woman and his son. Janet was looking great. Her muff had been combed to a hazy puff over her pouting cunt-lips. She had put on just a touch of makeup. He wasn't certain, but he thought she had even delicately tinted her tits.
Billy's embarrassment had Jack worried. The kid obviously didn't know what to do with himself. With a willing, naked woman in the room, Billy's eyes were everywhere but on her. Just as obviously, she was what he wanted most to look at. Jack realized suddenly that if this was botched it would be a mortal blow to his son's confidence.
"It's good to see you again," Janet said to Billy.
"It's good to see y-ulp-I mean, it's nice to be here," Billy mumbled stupidly.
"Fix me a drink, baby," Jack ordered, taking charge of the situation. "And get Billy a beer."
"Do you want a beer, Bill, or would you prefer something else?" Janet asked, earning herself a sharp glare from Jack.
"Ah-something else, if you don't mind," Billy stammered, still not looking at the nude woman. "A ginger ale if you have it."
"Coming right up," Janet agreed easily, ignoring the fury in Jack's eyes. Jack was boiling, but resisted hauling in on Janet's leash as hard as he could.
Then he saw Janet pour a hefty shot of vodka into the boy's glass before putting in the ginger ale.
"Th-thank you, ma'am," Billy squeaked, finally letting his eyes rest on her bare flesh when she handed him the glass.
Janet smiled prettily before going back to fix the other two drinks. "Call me Janet, please."
"Yes'm-I mean, Janet," Billy managed.
He took a sip of his drink and hid behind the glass while he studied her jutting tits, rounded tummy, the light-red snatch. When she went back to the sideboard, his eyes followed her twitching ass. Jack felt a surge of relief. He was sure now that the boy wasn't queer, at least.
For the first few minutes after they all had their drinks, Janet talked innocently with Billy. She was sitting across from him, in the easy chair. She sat casually, keeping her back straight, her legs crossed so her pussy was hidden from the boy. While Jack was still wondering how to get things rolling, Janet slid one hand up and began toying with one of her tits. The gentle play of her fingers over the pert bud drew Billy's eyes to her jug.
Billy took a big swig of his drink. There was a growing knot in his tight jeans. He crossed his legs, trying to hide it. Janet shifted her fingers to her other tit, and let her legs straighten slowly. She kept her ankles crossed, but let him see a little of her twat. Billy began drinking harder and faster. Jack hoped his son wouldn't get too stoned to perform.
Jack's own glass was emptying fast and he debated what to do about it. He didn't want to break the rapport building between Janet and Billy, but he didn't want to get his own drink, either. Finally, he set the empty glass aside quietly.
Janet was still sipping her drink, and keeping up the quiet conversation with Billy. She was acting as if her regular lover wasn't even there. Uncrossing her ankles, she slid her fingers down to her muff and stroked the twisting red strands languidly. Billy took a choking gulp of his drink, and fastened his eyes on her naked crotch. She continued fondling herself. The lump in his jeans was monstrous.
Janet was letting herself get visibly more and more excited as she toyed with her pussy. She slouched wantonly in the chair. Her legs gradually parted as she fingered her twat. She let a finger slither between her pouting cunt-lips as lust made her eyes glaze. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, left them gleaming.
Billy was hanging on the edge of the sofa. His knuckles white, he clutched his nearly empty glass. His face was shiny with sweat. He was leaning forward, licking his lips as Janet felt herself up.
Setting her own drink aside, Janet began to use both hands on her cunt. She parted her cunt-lips with the fingers of one hand, and ran the longest finger of the other up and down her hot, pink, shining slit. She toyed with the ruffled inner lips, showed the mysterious hole of her cunt. Then she fingered her clit. She was almost lying on her back now. Her arms were pressing inward on her knockers, making them push upward and in. Her nipples were jutting and eager with horniness.
There was no talk at all now. Jack was agonizingly hard. He watched the brazen seduction of his son. It wasn't what he had planned, but the boy was obviously going to get one hell of a lesson.
Janet slid the middle finger of her right hand deep into her slippery hot cunt, and Billy groaned softly. With her legs spread wide, her cunt-lips held open, he had a perfect view of the slow penetration. Curling the free fingers of her right hand into a fist, Janet finger-fucked herself. She squirmed homily as she showed off for the youth. She brought herself higher and higher with her fingers. Her legs spread wider and wider. Her knees bent until her crotch gaped at him like a hungry, fur-fringed mouth.
Slowly and gracefully, the horny blonde slid to the floor. Releasing her snatch, she licked her shiny wet finger as she moved toward Billy on her knees. Tipping her head back, she reached up to kiss him full on the mouth with her cum-slick lips. Her tongue probed into his mouth. Her hands found the tower of his prick and stroked it through his pants.
She lowered his zipper, and his jutting hard-on slammed upward. Her dainty fingers curled around its massive bulk. Jack burned. He had a suspicion that his son was hung better than he was. Well, if Janet thought this was going to be more than a one-time thing, that cunt had another thought coming.
Janet's hand began slowly pumping up and down on the boy's hard-on. Her fingers skated on a slick coating of his juice. They made a hot, sticky sound as she pumped her fist on his massive cock. With her other hand, she took one of Billy's and pressed it to her warm tits, let him feel the soft warmth of her woman-flesh. Her nipple jutted from between two of his hard brown fingers like a delicate pink berry.
She looked at the cock she was holding and began to pump it with both hands. Her face was six inches above the round pink knob and the drooling slit. She licked her lips and kept pumping the pecker.
"Aww, jeez!" Billy wheezed. "God!"
"Come," Janet urged him in a breathy hiss. "Come, Bill, come. Come like a fountain!"
Her hands moved faster. Her thumbs played a crazy tune on the underside of his dick, right on the nerve trigger. While the length of his shaft was massaged by her pumping palms, her thumbs danced insanely over the sensitive upside-down vee at the tip of his pecker. His clear oozings formed a flickering slippery web of paste that smacked and squished.
"Come," she hissed. "Come." Her tongue flicked out as he sank his fingers into her soft titty.
His cock throbbed and swelled. She took one hand away just long enough to brush her hair back from her cheek and hook it behind her ear. Then, her head dipped and her mouth open, her tongue thrust out, and the first creamy eruption of cum spurted straight up into her mouth. Still pumping and massaging his jetting, spurting pecker, she caught his cream on her tongue, then curled her mouth around his spouting cock and drew his jizz from him. Her throat worked as she swallowed his cum.
Jack could almost feel her tongue stroking his own hard pecker as he watched her slurping up his son's jism.
Billy's face was a study of lust and pleasure. He was feasting his eyes on the sight of his cock in Janet's mouth. His hips jerked and heaved as he spouted into her willing mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed.
Jack didn't know if she planned it or not, but her lips let a single, thick, pearly drop of cum escape, let it trickle slowly down Billy's still-heaving pecker. It was a delicious visible reminder of the thick, hot load she was taking. The sight of it brought a fresh surge of power to Billy's pecker. Then its jerking and pumping faded away to an exhausted twitching.
Janet didn't release the boy's dick until it had shrunk to half its erect size. Then she used a finger to capture the last drizzle of jizz, and theatrically sucked her finger clean. She grinned wickedly at Billy.
"Jeez," Billy groaned, flopping back wearily and staring at the naked woman.
Her lips were shining with spit and cum. They were puffy and swollen with lust. She licked them clean.
When she unfastened his belt and shoved his pants down, he lifted his ass, let her bare him. In moments she had him out of his shoes, jeans and underpants and was working on the buttons of his shirt. Jack was pleased to see the boy hadn't worn an undershirt.
Finishing with the son, Janet glanced at the father. "Do you want to get naked, too?" she asked Jack.
Jack debated with himself for an agonizing moment, then shook his head. "No, this is his show."
"Aren't you going to show him how to do a woman?" Janet asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"I'll just coach from the sidelines," Jack answered. "After I build myself another drink." He got to his feet and headed for the sideboard. If he had figured right, he was going to be able to get his rocks off when he got back home.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Billy said suddenly.
Janet cast Jack a quick, surprised and pleased glance as she was dragged out of the room. Jack took his time rebuilding his drink, then followed his son and mistress down the hallway.
Billy was on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. A mound of pillows supported him. His strong, tanned legs were spread wide. Janet was on her knees between them. She was sucking on his shriveled dick. She was holding the limp tool with one hand while she fondled his nuts with the other.
"I told her to get me hard again," Billy explained to his father as the older man sat down in an easy chair on one side of the bed.
"Hmmph, and I thought I was needed here," Jack snorted. He watched the way Janet swirled her tongue around the limp tip of the boy's pecker.
Billy also watched her efforts. "After she does, I want you to tell me the best way to get her turned on. Then you can tell me the best way to give it to her."
"Shit!" Jack snorted again. "She'll tell you how to get her hot."
"Well, I want you to stick around, Dad," Billy insisted.
"Oh, I'll stick around, all right," Jack agreed. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He noticed that his son's cock was stiffening already. "You've got more natural talent than I have," he said.
"Do I? Gee, thanks!" Billy exclaimed with boyish enthusiasm.
"Yeah, well, don't let it go to your head," Jack cautioned. "I've got experience, and that's my woman that's sucking your dick. After this you can go out and find your own."
"Yeah," Billy agreed, watching his pecker thrust farther into Janet's sucking mouth. Reaching down, he gripped her head and guided her moves, forced her to take more and more of his cock. Janet didn't fight him.
Then, almost sharply, he pushed her up and away from his dick. His spit-shiny tool flopped heavily up onto his stomach when it was released. "Don't want to come that way," he told her. "Now, I'm going to get you turned on."
Willingly, Janet eased up until she was lying on her back beside him. She took one of his hands and placed it on one of her generous jugs. "Squeeze me," she whispered. "Play with my tits."
Hesitantly at first, then more boldly, Billy fondled her knocker. He squeezed her boob, let her soft flesh slither along his fingers. His palm rubbed roughly over her tit, making it stiffen and harden.
"Pinch it," Janet groaned. Her eyes closed, and her head began rolling slowly from side to side.
"Pinch my tit and twist it."
His face hardening with determination, Billy took the rubbery nubbin and twisted it. Then he pulled on it, dragged her tit upward. He repeated the gentle torture on the other one. When he was done, both nipples were stiff and hungry for more. He dug his nails into the nerve-loaded buttons. Janet moaned and writhed, but didn't ask him to stop.
Suddenly, Billy moved from his reclining position and got to his knees. He bent over, and his mouth neared one of her thrusting jugs. His teeth flashed, and closed on her soft meat. He dragged at her soft flesh hungrily.
Janet's mouth opened and she growled with pleasure as his teeth cut into her soft skin. Billy let his teeth scrape along her flesh until he had just the bud of her nipple. He dragged her jug upward with his teeth. Finally, it began to pull free of his mouth. She flinched at the feel of his sharp teeth scraping along her nipple.
Fastening his mouth on her other tit, he duplicated the move. Janet reached up and curled her fingers around the brass pipes of the headboard. Her whole naked body writhed as his teeth savaged her vulnerable, unprotected tittie. The marks left by his teeth on her other jug were an angry, glaring red. Her nipples had never been as hard as they were right then.
"Ahhhh-my cunt," Janet managed to groan hoarsely. "Your hand. Hook it, hook it hard!"
Billy slid his hand down her soft, rounded tummy, curled his fingers into her crotch, and thrust them up into her twat. Janet yelped. Her hips heaved and jerked.
Looking down at his hand, Billy thrust one finger deep into her streaming twat and pumped it in and out. There was a hot, squishing sound. Experimentally, he drove a second finger into her dripping quim. Her hips heaved and writhed in response. And still she clutched the head of the bed. It looked as if she were on a torture rack.
After he rang the doorbell, Jack's eyes were on him-show him where-my clit is."
Billy cast a quick, nervous glance at his father, and Jack got to his feet. Leaning over his straining, horny mistress, he parted her cunt-lips. His son still had his fingers hooked in her hole. Peeling the folds of slippery cunt-flesh back, Jack pointed to the quivering berry of her clit.
"That's it," Janet begged. "Tongue it and suck it, Bill, and I'll do anything you want. Anything at all."
"Go ahead, Son. Do what she says."
Bowing his head, keeping his fingers in her cunt, Billy lowered his mouth to her snatch. His tongue flicked out and struck her berry. Janet convulsed as if she were being electrocuted. She bucked up into his face. He touched her clit again with his tongue, and she heaved up madly.
Reaching out blindly, Billy grabbed a pillow. The next time her ass lurched off the bed, he jammed the pillow under her butt. Then he put one hand on her belly and held her down while he worked her clit over with his moth. His lips closed on her nerve button and he sucked hard. Her legs thrashed madly as his tongue battered her clit. He clamped his teeth on it and worried it the way a dog worries a bone. Janet wailed and heaved and jerked and thrashed insanely.
"AAAHHH!" she bellowed. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"
"Give it to her, Son, give it to her," Jack urged.
"Okay, Dad," Billy hissed as he placed himself between Janet's spread legs. Clutching her behind the knees, he spread her wide, levered her legs upward. He looked down at her gaping cunt.
Then he gripped his towering hard-on, and guided the tip of it to the flowery, shining target. He leaned forward, folding Janet's legs toward her shoulders as he did so. Then his hips drove forward, and his cock slammed into her clutching cunt with a juicy farting sound. The woman thrashed madly at the sudden, abrupt spearing. He used his grasp on her legs to control her. Leaning hard against her folded legs, he pounded his prick into her hot hole.
"Guh-guh-guh-guh!" The wind was driven from Janet with every slamming drive into her cunt.
Jack sank back in his chair and took a big gulp of his drink. He was fascinated by the sight of his son's pecker pistoning in and out of the cunt he himself knew so well. He loved the sight of the boy's nuts slamming against the closed door to her winkie. He'd have to teach the boy the joys of buggering a tight ass-hole some time, too. But not today. Billy would be drained after this fuck.
Billy moved quicker and harder and faster. His nuts drew up tight against the base of his driving dick. He strained against her. His ass knotted and heaved. His hot jizz gushed deep into Janet's spasming twat. With squirming, shuddering jerks, he poured a second load of cum into the willing woman.
His prick pulsed and squirmed in her hot hole, and she writhed and shuddered under the blistering attack. Her chest heaved as she was consumed by the searing fires of her own orgasm. A hot flush blossomed on her pale flesh. Her throat rattled as if she were being slowly strangled. Then she went completely limp.
Billy let go of her legs and collapsed onto her tits. Her legs flopped outward and down. He lay between her thighs, his pecker slowly draining into her cunt.
Shaking himself as if waking from a deep sleep, Jack got to his feet and left the room. After fixing himself another drink, he stared stonily out the window at the street. The yard looked very clean and peaceful under the hot afternoon sun. The flowers were dipping their heads lazily. It was a stark contrast to the incredible lust he had just watched.
A sound behind him made him turn. Billy was leading Janet back into the room. His prick dripped a long, gleaming strand of cum as it swayed. Janet pulled free of Billy and crossed to Jack. Her breasts nuzzled his chest through his shirt. She looked up at him anxiously.
"I only did it because you asked me to," she said softly.
"Well you didn't have to enjoy it so damn much," he growled.
"It wasn't as good as with you, Jack. Honest," she whispered.
"You'll have to pay for it, you know."
"I-I know it, Jack," she said, dropping her gaze. Then she looked up at him again. "Kiss me?" she asked softly.
He kissed her, pushed his tongue deep into her mouth ... and tasted his son's cum. Pulling back, he turned away from her. "You will pay for it," he repeated.
"Yes, Jack, yes," she said humbly.
"Come on, Son," he called to Billy, who was fastening his belt. "You can drop me off at home and then go have dinner with that chick you've been dating. But stay out of her panties until you're sure she's protected and clean. Understand me?"
"Yessir," Billy said. "Uh, thanks, Mis-ah-Janet."
"Thank your father, Billy, not me."
Out in the car, Jack sat quietly behind the wheel for a moment, then turned to his son. "Don't ever forget whose woman she is, boy."
"No, sir."
Jack started the car and headed for home. He was pretty sure he had a hot little something waiting for him in his "study". He thought about what he was going to find there, and licked his lips. If that little cunt of a niece of his wanted to know what the room was for, he'd be more than happy to show her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack didn't watch his son drive off. Striding purposefully up the walk, he let himself into the rambling, modern house.
"Suzy?"
He didn't really expect an answer. If she was where he figured she was, she wouldn't hear a bomb going off right outside the door.
He walked slowly through the house, as if searching for the girl. What he was really doing was building his anticipation, his horniness. His trim little fourteen-year-old niece was about to get an education. He didn't believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the child.
In the bedroom, he got the spare key to the "study". Then, outside the solid door of the room, he paused for a long, cock-hardening minute. Then he eased the key into the lock. What Suzy hadn't known about the lock was that it could be set so it was impossible to unlock from the inside, unless you knew the trick.
Silently, he turned the knob and eased the door open. He wondered just which of his traps she had tripped. He heard a soft moan, the musical clink of a chain, and smiled. He swung the door open and looked in. His prick was threatening to shred his pants.
Suzy was as fantastic naked as he had imagined she would be. She was sitting on the floor, her back toward him. One knee was raised and she was curled forward, working on the shackle binding her right ankle to one lower arm of the X-cross. Her long, slender legs were smooth as satin. A faint pale stripe crossed her tan, flawless back. Her ass was pale white, and contrasted prettily with her tan legs and back.
Her slender fingers worked at the lock on the shackle. She twisted the key in the keyhole uselessly. She hadn't heard the door open, was not aware her uncle was watching her from the doorway.
His feet silent on the thick carpeting, Jack moved forward and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against it, and the lock snapped shut with a loud click.
Suzy whirled around. His lust soared at the flicker of fear that crossed her pretty young face. He caught a flashing glimpse of her naked tit before she shielded it with one arm.
"Uncle Jack!" she squeaked with a mixture of fear and relief.
"Hello, Suzy," he greeted her softly. "You've been snooping, I see."
She was frightened. She stammered out apologies and excuses. The words tumbled over themselves in a jumble. She was curling up, trying to hide her nakedness from him. The attempt made her nakedness all the more arousing. Her grace and beauty and shyness made his prick throb.
Ignoring the words pouring from her mouth, Jack went over to the sofa and gazed down at the open scrapbook on the coffee table. Beside it was a plastic cock. It was still shining with the girl's juices. The mirror was placed so it reflected an endless series of couches off into the distance. The thought of the girl watching her reflection as she fucked herself with the dildo increased Jack's horniness.
Her flood of words finally died. Jack turned and looked at her. He let the door key drop to the table with a loud clatter. "You shouldn't snoop, Suzy," he said quietly. "I told you this was the only room in the house off limits to you."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jack," she whimpered. "I'll never do it again, not ever, honest!"
"It doesn't really matter now, does it?" he asked. "I mean, you've found out my little secret, so promising not to do it again doesn't make much sense, does it?"
"I won't tell anyone, never ever, cross my heart and hope to die!" the huddled girl wailed desperately. She tugged at the chain holding her ankle to the wooden X.
"Hope to die indeed," her uncle mused, eyeing her hotly. "You may just hope exactly that when I get through with you."
The girl's fear changed to stark terror, a terror so great that it almost stopped Jack. Almost. But not quite. It made his balls tighten up, and he felt his dick drooling with excitement.
"You'll have to be punished," he told her in a deadly tone.
"Pu-pu-punished?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "Stand up."
"Noooo," she moaned.
"Stand up, or by God I'll drag you to your feet," he growled, advancing on her slowly, his fingers opening and closing threateningly.
Frantically, the slender girl scrambled to her feet. She tried to hide her tits and her cunt from her uncle. What she actually did, was give him exciting, tantalizing glimpses of her secrets. Then she began shivering. She had her left arm crossed over her budding titties. Her right hand was cupped over her black-fringed pussy. She had her legs pressed tightly together, and was hunched over slightly.
She was the most adorable, exciting little cunt Jack had ever seen. His cock drooled in his pants. Reaching out, he grabbed her left wrist. It was no contest as he dragged her arm away from her tits, straightened it, raised it, and pinned it up and back against one of the upper arms of the X. The padded shackle shut like a trap on her slender wrist.
"What are you doing?" Suzy moaned, tugging futilely, making the chain rattle. She twisted her head, looked up at her trapped arm and hand.
Grabbing her other wrist, Jack dragged her hand away from her twat. "You wanted to know what this room was for. Well, I'll show you." Without even glancing at her exposed snatch, he immobilized her other hand.
Bending down, he yanked her free foot out from under her. He heard the chains snap and clink as she tried to get her balance. Her shackles kept her from falling. The last padded cuff snapped shut. She was spread-eagled, bound to the wooden cross. Walking around behind the crossed bars, Jack tightened the chains holding her wrists and ankles until she was pressed back against the oak beams, held tight, but not stretched.
"Nooooo," the terrified girl moaned.
From behind, Jack studied the girl on the cross. The bars intersected just above the small of her back. Her ass was exposed below, her shoulders above. She twisted her head, tried to see him over her shoulder. She couldn't because of the position of her arms.
Very gently, he reached out and eased a strand of her jet-black hair around one of her delicate ears. He stroked his hand across her satin-smooth shoulders, down over her shoulder blades. He saw her shiver, saw the goose bumps rise on her naked flesh.
Finally, he moved around in front of her and treated himself to a full view of her exposed body. Her tits were big for a girl her age. The way her arms were stretched upward, her boobs were flattened somewhat. Her rib cage rose and fell with her fearful breathing. Her titties were hard little darts on her creamy boobs. They were alert, begging to be pinched and twisted.
She was watching him warily. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
Jack stepped closer, and thought he could feel the heat from her naked body. He reached up, paused when she flinched away from his hand, then very gently brushed a lock of hair back off her forehead.
"I told you," he said. "You are going to find out just what this room is for."
Taking her chin in his hand, he brought his lips down on hers in a warm, demanding kiss. For a moment, she resisted. Then she was kissing him back, shyly. He stroked her lips with his tongue, then slowly penetrated her mouth, and swept her teeth and palate. Their teeth met and grated. Her tongue dueled with his as she writhed against her bindings.
He broke the kiss suddenly. She was panting hard. Her chest was rising and falling. Her mouth was spit-wet, her eyes hot. As he backed away, he noticed that her nipples were harder than before. Standing in full view of her, he undressed slowly. Her gaze fastened on his huge hard-on, and he saw curiosity, lust and fear all flash across her face.
"This will be quite a day for you youngsters," Jack said. "Billy got his first lay, and now you're going to get yours." He heard her suck in her breath at this. "After, of course, you have received your punishment."
He sauntered over to the case of whips and opened the glass doors. He surveyed the array carefully. "The cat, perhaps?" he mused, taking the cat o' nine tails down and running it through his fingers. "No, that's too much for you. It can strip the meat right off a man's bones." He heard her hiss of fear. "Don't want to leave any scars." She moaned and his prick sizzled, spilled a hot drop.
"Ah, this is just the thing," he said at last, taking down a light riding crop. "This is just the thing for breaking and training a spirited filly like you."
He moved back toward her, saw her eyes following the short shaft as he stroked it through his fingers. Standing in front of her, he used the tip of it to turn her head first one way and then the other. Her eyes never left his.
"First, a little stimulation," he purred.
He flicked each alert nipple delicately with the crop's thin end. The dark buds stiffened and he heard her suck her breath in through her teeth. He flicked her titties again, and saw her gut draw in. He smelled her fear-sweat, saw beads start down from her armpits.
Moving around a little, he flicked the crop against her belly. He had gauged the blow carefully, wanting it to just barely sting. He didn't want to hurt her badly. All he wanted to do was teach her obedience, and what a touch of pain could do for sex.
He could see that she was fighting tears. He flicked her tummy again. Her flesh pinked from the stinging slap. She bit her lower lip, and whimpered as he flicked her tummy again.
Leaving her belly with no more glow than a light sunburn, he began on the insides of her knees. He flicked the tip of the crop from side to side. He moved it upward, working the gently snapping tip up the insides of her thighs. Her leg muscles jerked and twitched excitingly. She writhed against her bonds.
He stopped short of her cunt.
He walked around behind her, and stood there silently. He waited until he could sense the knot of terror in her throat as she anticipated his next blow. He knew she was wondering where he would strike, and how hard.
The sharp rap of the whip against the tight white cheek of her ass brought a shriek of surprise and pain from her. He swung at the other cheek as the flush was developing on the first one. He was rewarded with another yelp and a violent heave against the chains.
A half-dozen slashes at each cheek and her fanny was a beautiful glowing red. The chained girl was blubbering childishly. He felt certain she had learned her lesson. His cock was like a stick of dynamite ready to explode. Now, he had to get her switched from pain to pleasure. The riding crop could take as great a part in that as it had in her punishment.
Teasingly, he eased the slender tip between her ass-cheeks, and stroked it up and down her crack. He wriggled it until she began to jerk and twist, and he knew he was touching her ass-hole. He increased the pressure until he saw her bottom tighten on the digging whip. He wiggled the whip and saw her lurch and surge against the chains, heard her moan and whine. He gave the crop a slow twist, and was rewarded with a backward thrust of her ass, and a throaty groan of pleasure. When he took his hand off the grip, the whip remained, sticking out of her ass like an obscene flagpole.
Leaving the riding crop in her ass-hole, he walked around in front of her. Her head was tilted back slightly, her eyes were closed. Her face was shiny with sweat. Her nipples were hard as cherry pits.
For a moment, Jack debated his next move. Then he went around behind her again. He reached down and unlatched the X frame. Pulling on one of the top arms, he swung the cross down until it was parallel with the floor. He saw Suzy's shocked face staring up at him as he stood over her.
He eased her back until her head was lower than her feet, and his cock was even with her face. Then he locked the wooden frame into the new position.
The riding crop still stuck out of her ass like a long, slender turd. Which surprised him, because he knew it was just barely into her bung. For a youngster, she apparently had an extremely talented ass-hole.
Reaching but, he began to torment her titties with both hands. He pinched and twisted her inviting berries. Her belly writhed and she moaned, and he saw the lust flaring hotly on her face.
"You see, Suzy, sex is as much of an art as, say, playing the violin," he told her softly as he played with her tits. "I explore the full symphony of erotic pleasure, and this is my concert hall."
The girl whined and writhed. He could smell her boiling arousal. His dick swayed near her head.
"You're one of the instruments," he went on. "One of the prettiest, I might add."
He saw a flicker of pride on her face when he said this.
"And, in order for the composition to reach its full flower and beauty," he continued, "the instrument has to be as skilled as the musician. That takes instruction and practice."
Suzy licked her lips. Her eyes were on his dick.
"Now, in the scrapbook that was open, you saw one method of stimulating a cock. So why don't you try it?" He bent his dick down toward her mouth and leaned forward so she could reach him. "Lick it," he murmured gently. "Taste it, taste my juices."
Her tongue flicked out and touched the head of his cock. Then she stroked, from the tip, back along the underside. She was rewarded with a thick surge of clear drippings.
"That's right, that's the spot," he told her. "Right below the tip. That and the knob are the parts that really matter on a prick. Keep licking, just keep licking."
Bracing himself on the frame that held the X, he leaned forward and placed his mouth on her twat. He stroked his tongue through her fine black pelt, into her steaming slit. He tasted her hot juices. As his tongue stroked her squirming clit, her hips heaved and writhed. The riding crop jammed up her ass bobbed and danced crazily.
A twist of his head, and his nose was burrowing into her muff. He inhaled, took her scent deep, then stroked her crack with his tongue, plowed her slippery, dripping furrow. He twisted his tongue into her cunt, backed it out, then thrust it deep again. He tongue-fucked her for a moment, and her hips bucked. At the same time her tongue was flicking and battering his dick, making the hard tower dance and jump madly. He felt his juices spattering, flying out to sprinkle her cheeks and chin.
Reaching down, he steadied his cock, bent it downward. He felt her head tipping back as she tried to follow it with her mouth. Slipping his cock between her lips, he leaned forward, and drove his prick into her mouth, into her throat. He heard her choke and gag and pulled back. He drove inward again, slid his pecker far into his niece's mouth.
"Try to swallow it," he hissed, lifting his head from her cunt for a moment. "Try to swallow it like it was a great big piece of steak. Don't worry, I'll let you breathe. Don't worry."
He felt her throat spasming around his cock-head, felt his dick slide down her gullet, felt her nose nudge his balls. She was deep-throating him like a pro. His balls drew up hard, and for a moment he was afraid he was going to unload down her throat. He drew back, and buried his face in her cunt.
He drove her to the brink of coming. He had his tongue in her cunt, his chin on her clit. His nose was a fraction of an inch from where the riding crop was jammed into her ass-hole.
He kept tonguing her cunt until she began whining around his dick-head. She forgot to lick it, started to bite it. He drew up and away, and looked down at her passion-racked body. Her face was spattered with his juices and her spit. Her chest heaved as she panted desperately. She was flushed, she had been in the head-down position for so long. Her arms had been supporting most of the weight of her torso and head. Her pussy was a swamp from his spit and her juices.
He swung the cross so her head was higher than her feet.
Knowing her back must be killing her, he broke off the sex stimulation long enough to slip the backrest into place. She was now almost horizontal. Her crotch was gaping wide.
"Thanks," she croaked hoarsely. It was the first word she had spoken since she had stopped pleading with him. "Oh, God, Uncle Jack, do me, please. Please do me!"
"Do you?" he asked, pretending to be puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
"I want-your-thing," she said desperately.
"My what? Call it what it is," he urged. "Call it what it is, and tell me what you really want. You know the words."
"I want-your cock," she grated. "I want you-to fuck me. Please, please, Uncle Jack, fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!"
Moving between her gaping thighs, he straddled the dangling riding crop. A quick adjustment brought her cunt to the level of his thrusting hard-on. He saw her lift her head to see as he neared her twat, and took a moment to move a mirror over so she could watch. He saw lust, fear and anticipation all flicker across her young face as he aimed his dick into her sodden snatch.
With his hand, he carefully nudged the head of his throbbing cock at her cunt. He burrowed his dick into her, slowly drove his spike up into her seething guts. He felt her cunt-walls stroke his cock-head warmly, like slick wet velvet. Her hot meaty embrace made his balls seethe! He fought the urge to spear her suddenly and violently with his prick. He promised himself that the next time he fucked his niece, he would slam into her cunt with one thrust.
"Aw!" Suzy grunted deep in her throat. Her head rolled, but her eyes stayed glued on the reflection in the mirror. "More," the girl grunted to her uncle.
He gave her more, a little bit at a time, with careful jerky twitches. He pushed his dick into his niece inch by inch. He looked down and watched his cock grind into her slimy gash. He spread her cunt-lips so he could see where his prick actually entered her tunnel. He flicked her clit with his fingertip and she bucked crazily against the shackles binding her to the cross.
Half his cock was sunk in her cunt. He could feel her rippled walls spasming around his pecker. The whip still dangling from her ass-hole quivered as he eased his cock into her cunt. Her lithe body was thrashing against the bonds, rattling the slight slack he had left in the chains. Her legs strained uselessly against the shackles around her ankles. The tendons in her spread thighs quivered and tensed.
With a groan of surrender, he drove the last two inches of his dick into her twat. His dick-head jammed against the end of her hole, and her belly knotted and jerked, her hips humped. The riding crop up her butt swung upward, giving his balls a hard nudge.
Leaning forward, he clamped his hands on her tits, and sank his powerful fingers into her tender, gentle mounds. He scraped his thumbs over her jutting buds, pressed the hard nubbins into her soft meat. She was grunting stupidly. She kept trying to see her cunt in the mirror, but her eyes kept going out of focus she was so excited. After dragging his dick out, he slid it back in, and felt her cunt clenching and unclenching rhythmically.
Abandoning one of her tits, he reached for her snatch, and ground his thumb down on her slithery clit. He stroked his cock into her cunt again, and watched her mind disintegrate as her orgasm engulfed her young, straining, helpless body. The riding crop quivered and danced against his balls as her muscles began quivering and spasming. He held his cock deep in her writhing cunt. Finally the convulsions faded.
Her flat tummy was racked by a series of aftershocks, then stilled, and he knew that it was his turn. The load of cum he had stored in his balls for so long was about to explode. He had been building up his stock of jizz ever since he had taken his son to Janet's with him, and she had greeted them at the door stark naked.
Leaning forward, he pistoned in Suzy's throbbing, dripping snatch. His hips slammed up between her straining thighs with total abandon. His pubic arch crashed down on hers, pulverizing her clit. Gripping her head, he forced her to kiss him. He raped her mouth with his tongue. Her hips began to buck and heave madly, and the whip in her ass began to slap his nuts and his ass as he rammed into her again and again and again.
He drove into her, held, then pulled back and drove into her again, harder. He felt her body jolt from the impact, felt his nuts get smacked by the riding crop. He slammed into her one last time. A flood of cum burst from his prick as the dam burst.
Suzy began to come again. Her hips jumped and jittered, making the buggering whip quiver and flick his pumping balls. He drowned her in cum, wrung every blistering, exquisite dribble of jizz out of his balls.
He stayed in her until his dick was shriveled. Then he eased back, let her cunt-walls squeeze his pecker out. His drained dick flopped free, and a creamy drizzle of semen drooled from her twat, and flowed down around the crop still in her ass-hole.
Very carefully and gently, Jack drew the whip from her ass. All that time, only an inch of the whip's tip had been in her tight bung! Tossing the whip aside, he tilted the wooden cross up. Suzy sagged against the padded shackles holding her wrists. She was out cold. After releasing her ankles, Jack held her up with one hand, and unlocked her wrists with the other.
Then he gathered her limp body into his strong arms and carried her over to the sofa. After tenderly stretching her out, he got a washcloth and bathed her naked flesh. When he had cleaned the last of his cum off her thighs she began to stir. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him slowly.
"Uncle Jack?" she whispered hoarsely. "Mmmmmm?"
"Was I-good?" she asked huskily. "One of the best."
"That's nice," she sighed, and closed her eyes. "That's real nice." She was silent awhile, then she said, "I'm awful tired, Uncle Jack. Can I go to my room?"
"Come on, I'll help you."
He let her lean on him as they went to her bedroom. She flopped limply on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers. She was unashamed of her nudity.
"I'll never go in your study again," she murmured wearily. "I promise."
He smiled at her. "Yes you will. When I ask you to, you'll go in to my study."
"Oh, boy," she sighed. A smile touched her lips. "That'll be nice."
He thought she was asleep, and was about to leave when she spoke again. "Uncle Jack, does-does Billy know what's in there?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Oh."
"But I think it's about time he learned."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack knocked on Suzy's door, then waited until she invited him in. He had taken two steps into the room when he was almost bowled over. The slender, naked girl wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressed the length of her sensuous young body against him.
"Oh, Uncle Jack, I love you so much!" Suzy squealed.
Trying to appear unruffled by her unabashed show of affection, and her enthusiastic wantonness, the man peeled her hands off him and pushed her away. Unwillingly, his eyes stroked over her titties, down over her belly to her dainty muff of fine black hair. He felt his dick expanding and hardening.
"Get something on-a robe or something," he growled.
"Awww, Uncle Jack..."
"Do it!" he snapped in his no-nonsense tone. "Or I'll whip you until you bleed."
"Why, that sounds neat-Uh, yes, Uncle Jack." Suzy shifted her tone when she saw he was really getting furious. She grabbed her short robe, then sat down primly on the stool in front of her makeup table, ankles crossed, legs pressed tightly together, her hands folded in her lap.
Jack leaned against the doorframe and trusted himself to look at her now. The robe was open down between her breasts, and only her hands and the position of her legs hid her pussy from him. She looked a lot older than fourteen.
"Don't mess with me," he warned. "From Billy, it's 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. That's what I expect from you, too. I'm the boss in this house, and don't you ever forget it."
He saw her cringe at his tone. Her eyes big, she nodded. "Yes sir," she said quietly.
"You've heard me talk about Janet?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes sir, but I don't know who she is," Suzy answered carefully.
"She's my mistress," Jack answered, and saw a flicker of emotion cross Suzy's face. "Janet was my mistress long before you came, and will be long after you leave. Don't think you're the favorite."
"Yes sir," Suzy answered. She looked crushed.
"What you and I did the other day was incest," Jack went on relentlessly. "You are a spoiled, selfish brat, and I'm going to beat some sense into you before I return you to your parents. I'm going to make you a good, worthwhile woman, or break you. The choice is yours. I demand and receive obedience from my women. Understand?"
"Yes sir," Suzy answered, her eyes wide.
"I hope so," Jack growled. "Around this house, except in the privacy of your own room, or the bathroom, or in my study, you will appear decently clothed unless I order otherwise. When I knock on your door like I did today, you wait until you are covered before you say 'come in'. Otherwise, you'll wind up over my knee, and a blistered fanny will be the end result."
"Yes sir," Suzy said softly, pulling the lapels of her robe together, then tugging the hem down.
"Now where was I, dammit? Oh, yeah. I was talking about Janet."
"Your mistress," Suzy said helpfully.
"Do you remember I mentioned that Billy got laid the other day?"
"The same day we did-uh-what we did."
"Right. Well, Janet was his first lay," Jack went on. "Only Janet enjoyed it just a little too much. She's been getting a little overconfident lately. I want your help in restoring her to her proper place."
"Yes sir," Suzy agreed, puzzled.
Jack glanced at his watch. "She'll be here in about five minutes. I want your promise that you'll do exactly what I tell you to."
"I promise," Suzy agreed, still puzzled.
"Come to the study," Jack said suddenly.
Suzy had to trot in order to keep up with him.
"Sit over there. Don't move and don't speak unless I speak to you," he ordered.
Suzy nodded. She was sitting in one of the armchairs.
Jack left the study abruptly. The doorbell sounded just as he got to the living room. When he opened the front door Janet greeted him nervously. The brisk breeze whipped her soft blonde hair around her face.
"I-I came as quickly as I could. Please, don't-don't hurt me too much," she pleaded.
"Come on," he said, leading the way to the study.
Janet caught sight of Suzy, sitting primly in the easy chair. She was still wearing only the brief robe.
"Who's that?" Janet asked, frightened. She didn't like the curious scrutiny of the young girl with the black hair.
"Take off your blouse," Jack told the curvy blonde.
Janet fumbled with her purse, dropped it, started to bend over to pick it up, then let it lie there when she saw Jack's stony face. Her fingers trembled as she nervously unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped it off. She was braless. Her heavy tits shifted and swayed lushly with every move she made. Her nipples were rigid with excitement.
Grabbing her wrists, Jack strapped wide, black leather cuffs on her. Then he dragged her to the two thick pillars in the center of the room. Pulling her arms up and out, he snapped each cuff to a short length of chain.
"Please, don't hurt me too much," Janet pleaded again as she stood chained between the posts, naked to the waist.
"Get your shoes off," Jack ordered.
Awkwardly, tilting and swaying, Janet managed to kick off her shoes. The loss of her heels drew the chains on her wrists a little bit tighter. But there was still some slack left.
When Jack unbuttoned the waistband of her skirt, she darted a frightened glance at the girl who was watching silently from the black chair. Jack ran the zipper of Janet's skirt down, then shoved it over her hips. When he revealed the lace of a pair of bikini panties low on her hips, he flushed angrily.
"I said no panties, dammit!" he snapped.
"It-it's a windy day, Jack, and I didn't-"
Her words were cut off abruptly by the open-handed slap he gave her. Her head twisted around and her left cheek flushed.
"Shut up," Jack ordered. "You seem to have forgotten just who is in charge here. Think just because I let my son have you, you rule the roost?" He let her skirt drop around her ankles, then turned away and went to the cabinets.
He came back with a pair of long, sharp-pointed scissors. Sliding one blade between her hip and the side of her panties, he severed the garment with one swift snip. The lace slid down, revealing one ass-cheek and her red-bushed pussy. A second snip on the other side of her panties and they fluttered to the floor.
Reaching down, Jack jerked the skirt and panties out from under Janet's feet so suddenly that she was thrown off balance and for a second hung from the chains. She got her feet under herself, and tried to shield her cunt by crossing her legs.
"Gimme your leg," Jack ordered.
Janet stood awkwardly on one foot, and did a high kick with the other. Jack grabbed her ankle and raised it so high she fell back against the chains again. Ignoring her feeble wrigglings, he wrapped a leather cuff around her ankle before letting her foot drop. She didn't wait for his order to give him her other foot. The raising of her legs exposed her slit. She flushed when she noticed Suzy's steady gaze.
"Spread your feet," Jack ordered.
Slowly, Janet eased her feet apart, toward the flanking posts her wrists were fastened to. As her feet spread, she got shorter, and the chains on her wrists tightened.
"Farther," Jack ordered, watching the wrist chains. "Keep going."
He didn't let her stop until her arms were drawn tight. Her feet were spread wide apart, wider than if she had been stretched on the wooden X. Her twat gaped wide. She teetered and swayed. She barely managed to support her weight on her feet.
Jack bent over and snapped chains to each ankle so she couldn't move her feet back together. Then he stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Her titties were lifted and drawn outward by the tension on her arms. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Her stomach was hollowed by the strain on her torso. The slit of her cunt was visible through the hazy muff. The tendons on the insides of her pale, shapely thighs were drawn tight. She tossed her head, trying to get a lock of hair out of her eyes. Jack reached out and brushed it back for her.
"Come here, Suzy," Jack ordered.
The slender teenager walked gracefully over to him. Her eyes stayed on the lush, mature woman hanging from the chains.
Jack tugged on the belt of Suzy's robe, and stripped the garment back off her shoulders, revealing her youthful perfection.
"This is my niece, Suzy," he announced. "Beautiful, isn't she?"
Janet eyed Suzy warily.
Jack let his eyes move from one naked female to the other, from mature woman to maturing girl, and then back. There were pleasures in viewing each of them, the mature curves of the woman, the slender grace of his fourteen-year-old niece. Reaching out, he cupped one of Suzy's boobs and stroked his thumb over her nipple, felt the rubbery nubbin squirm. He was pleased at the way Suzy kept her eyes boldly on Janet as he did this. The way she let him fondle her was silent testimony to his mastery of her.
"Undress me, Suzy," he said calmly, still toying with her tit.
He slid his hand over to her other nipple as she turned to unbutton his shirt. She stripped the shirt back off his shoulders, tugged it out of his trousers and threw it aside casually: She ran her fingers through the curling black hair on his chest before unbuckling his belt. He stepped out of his loafers as she lowered his zipper. Grasping pants and underpants both, she dragged them down, and knelt in front of him. His cock leaped free and swayed heavily, flung a clear drop of juice away, trailed a glittering strand across one of his niece's naked tits.
She held his pants, and he stepped out of them. A hand on her shoulder kept her on her knees. She looked up at him. His dick angled out toward her like a huge sausage.
"Suck my cock, Suzy," he ordered, keeping his eyes on the tormented blonde chained between the pillars.
He saw Janet sway toward him as if obeying his order. She began licking her lips. She wanted to suck his cock herself, and they both knew it. She loved sucking cock.
He felt Suzy's delicate, thin lips embrace his dong, and clenched his teeth with pleasure. He stroked her soft black curls as her tongue stroked his pecker lovingly. She followed him, without releasing her mouth-grip on his dick, as he turned so Janet had a perfect view of the cocksucking.
"Take it all," he instructed his niece. "Swallow it, the way I showed you before. Make it bend right down your throat."
He felt her mouth slide farther and farther onto his pecker. He saw the agony on Janet's face increasing as she watched him delivering to someone else what she so desperately wanted.
Suzy's lips were a ring around the midpoint of his dick. Then they sucked more of his cock into her mouth, and he felt his cock-head digging into the back of her throat. She paused a moment, backed up a little. He felt air whistle past his cock-head as she exhaled, then sucked in a deep breath and held it. He felt her gullet opening up for his cock. Her mouth worked, and his cock slid into her mouth, went down her throat. He felt her swallowing mechanism massaging his dick. He felt his cock seeping juice down her gullet.
She drew back, and he felt her breathing again as she held his cock in her mouth. She leaned forward, and his cock drove down her throat. Her swallower stroked it again. The waves of her gullet swept toward the head. She began to get a rhythm, drawing back to breathe, then leaning forward to swallow his cock-head. The mad massaging by her throat was sending him soaring toward an orgasm.
The only thing better than the sensation of Suzy deep-throating his cock was the sight of Janet's face. The agonized blonde jerked and strained on her chains. Sweat trickled down her pale body. She was drooling, trying to reach his dick. She couldn't take her eyes off where Suzy's face was impaled by his cock.
He started to come just as his niece was taking a breath. His cum erupted into the back of her throat. He felt her swallow the gooey wad before spearing herself on his jetting dick again. She let two more searing spurts rip straight down her throat, then fell back away from him. She caught the next squirts on her tongue. Grasping his spurting dick in her hand, she milked it with her fingers, let his cream spatter her pretty face, let his jizz fall in thick, heavy globs onto her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead, her nose.
She smeared his still-spouting pecker over her face, then engulfed it again with her mouth. She swallowed it as it began wringing out the last burning drops of cum. It was a wanton display beyond anything Jack had hoped for. The horror and jealousy it triggered on his blonde mistress' face was the icing on the cake.
After she spat his drained cock out, Suzy leaned against his strong hairy legs and proceeded to rub his cum into her skin. After coating her face with jism, she licked her fingers clean.
A touch of his hand on Suzy's head got her attention, conveyed that he didn't want her to move. Trying to conceal the shaking in his legs, Jack strolled over to a wall panel, opened it, and took out a glass. He added ice and liquor, then eased down in the armchair Suzy had been sitting in. Propping his feet up on the coffee table, he sipped his drink, and studied his two women.
Janet sagged wearily against the chains. Her legs were quivering as her feet squirmed for traction. She watched Jack sullenly and tried to ignore her competition.
Jack was touched and intrigued by Suzy's willing obedience to his orders. He wondered how far he could go with the girl. He had meant what he had said about teaching her humility. She was young, pliable. She might be a good object lesson to Janet, an example of the obedience he expected from his mistress.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Janet said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Suzy looked at the trapped blonde, then at Jack.
It was too good a chance to miss. Jack fought back a smile. "There's a basin under the sink, Suzy. Go get it, and hold it for her."
He saw Suzy flinch, then saw her nipples stiffen.
"No, Jack," Janet moaned, horrified.
Suzy got smoothly to her feet. In seconds she was back with the basin. It was shaped like a mushroom. It had a narrow neck that spread outward. It was about six inches deep. It was enameled white on the inside, red on the outside.
"Don't let any get on the carpeting," Jack cautioned, sipping his drink. "And don't block my view, either."
Suzy went to the far side of Janet and, holding the basin by the broad end, slid the neck in between Janet's thighs. Then she raised it so it was a foot below Janet's gaping cunt. Suzy's eyes fastened on Janet's. Jack could feel the clash of wills between the two women.
Janet crumbled under the teenager's cool composure. Her head tipped back and she looked as if she were going to cry. Her gut tightened, and a golden shower burst from her twat. It gushed noisily into the enameled pan. Jack's prick stirred and slid on his thigh as he watched his humiliated mistress pee into the basin his niece was holding.
The flood from Janet's pisser died slowly. It spurted once, twice, and then ended. Suzy carefully extracted the basin from between Janet's thighs. After emptying it into the toilet, she set it in the sink.
Jack noticed a few shining drops of piss clinging to Janet's muff, and smiled. Another test of his power over Suzy. "Go wipe Janet," he told the girl. "With your tongue."
Suzy didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees in front of the lush blonde, tipped her head back a little, and swept her tongue over Janet's cunt-hair, cleaned it with a few combing strokes. Janet looked down in disbelief.
"That's just the outside," Jack noted. "Get the inside, too."
Suzy obeyed. Her tongue stroked Janet's twat harder, parted her cunt-lips, stroked her slit. Janet sucked in a tense breath, and shuddered as Suzy's tongue struck her clit.
Recalling that he had done it to Suzy, Jack was certain his niece knew exactly what he wanted. He remained silent, wondering how far she would go without further orders.
Suzy slid her hands up Janet's straining thighs, stroked the pale, satin skin. She worked her tongue between Janet's cunt-lips. She nuzzled her face into Janet's muff, oblivious of the piss still clinging to the woman's flesh. Suzy's tongue struck deep into Janet's pussy. Janet bucked against the chains as pleasure lashed through her.
Suzy tipped her head back farther. Jack was sure her tongue was darting in and out of Janet's cunt-hole. Stroking and touching Janet's straining thighs and lower tummy, the young girl ate her uncle's mistress as willingly as she had eaten her uncle.
Jack's cock got harder and harder as he watched. The fragile grace of the young girl doing the cunt-lapping was a big part of his pleasure. Suzy was in another of her graceful poses. Her bottom was on her heels, her spine very straight. A mirror behind Janet showed Suzy's chin, her throat, her small breasts. She was framed between Janet's spread legs.
Suzy's nipples were as hard and aroused as Jack had ever seen them. The little cunt was sure enjoying it.
So was Janet. She was jerking and twisting against the chains, shuddering and quivering like she was being electrocuted. Suzy's mouth shifted, and found Janet's clit. Janet began to babble insanely as she thrashed. A pink flush blossomed on Janet's tummy, flared upward to her jugs. She shivered madly.
"Enough," she croaked at last. "Aww, my God. Enough!"
"That's enough, Suzy," Jack ordered, and his niece pulled back from her meal. "Come here," he said.
Suzy walked quickly over to him. Hooking a hand behind her neck, he dragged her face down to his, kissed her, tasted Janet's cum all over her lips and chin, then inside her mouth.
As Janet looked on, he bent Suzy back onto the coffee table and plunged his cock into her sodden twat. He drove his dick into her willing body again and again and again, until she was heaving and bucking insanely under his drives. While his humiliated, frustrated mistress looked on, Jack unloaded his cum into his willing niece, filled her cunt with his steaming cream.
He lay exhausted on top of Suzy, mashing her tender, slender frame under his full weight. His hips were jamming her young thighs open. He looked over at Janet. The woman hung from the chains, an expression of desperate, animal horniness on her face.
After heaving himself up off his niece, Jack helped her up from the table. Giving her a push in the direction of the shower, he went over to Janet and stood in front of her. His limp dick drooled a mixture of jizz and his niece's cunt juices. For a while, he let Janet study him. He measured the desperate longing in her eyes.
When he released her wrists, she fell forward, and grabbed onto him to keep from falling on her face. Her ankles were still chained. She slid slowly to her knees in front of him. Her warm body slithered down his, slid on the mixture of sweat and cum.
Blindly, like a baby searching for its mother's tit, she groped for his dick with her lips. Slurping in the withered tool, she swept her tongue around it, tasted his and his niece's mingled cum. Clinging to his thighs, she sucked and sucked his pecker, tried to revive it with her mouth. She began to whimper and moan pleadingly around his soggy meat.
Leaning over, Jack unchained her ankles, and dragged her to her feet. "Come on, I need washing," he told her, leading the way to the big, open stall where Suzy was showering.
Jack stood under the streaming spray and let the women wash him. At first both of them slid soapy, slithery hands over him, while he bumped and nudged their warm bodies. Then it became a contest, a pushing match to see who would get to wash his cock.
A word and a touch from Jack sent Suzy away. She stood in a corner looking sullen. It wouldn't do to let her get too high an opinion of herself. She might turn out to be more of a problem than Janet. A twist of the shower head aimed the stream of water against the shower wall.
Devotedly, Janet soaped Jack's body from top to toe. She paid particular attention to his cock and balls, the crack of his ass. Then she soaped her own body and, using it like a sponge, wrapped herself around him, rubbed herself against him until her soapy tits were hard and hungry.
She slid to her knees behind him. He felt her slick hands on Jiis ass. He felt her thumbs spreading his tight ass-cheeks. He leaned forward and pushed his ass back at her. Her hot breath touched his crack, then she was wedging her face into the crevice. He felt her lips working, felt her tongue digging, probing. It touched his ass-hole. A shudder ripped through him as he felt her warm, slippery tongue stroking his winkie. She pressed her tongue tip at his ass-hole, and slowly wedged it into the tight gate.
Clutching his hips, her hands seeking, then finding his rising dick, she drove her tongue into his ass-hole. Her breath burned his crack. His balls swayed against her chin as she split his cheeks with her face. The feel of her tongue drilling into his ass-hole brought a new surge of life to his exhausted dick.
"What's she doing?" Suzy asked in an apprehensive whisper.
"Kissing my ass," Jack answered, seeing the shock and lust on his niece's face. "You'll have to try it some time."
Suzy licked her lips, then frowned in disgust and shook her head.
When Janet's tongue began pistoning in his ass-hole, Jack let his pleasure show on his face. It felt like a hot, wet worm was sliding in and out of his ass.
Forced to come up for air, Janet finally pushed away from him. She stayed sitting on her heels. Her chest was heaving. Jack turned. He had thought of another way to display his power over the woman.
"Chin up," he ordered her.
The blonde obeyed. Her eyes closed, head tipped back, she waited dutifully. Jack knew that she knew what was coming. Her mute willingness made his guts tighten, Grasping his dick, he fought the resistance of his semi-hard-on, managed to squeeze a burning trickle of piss through his tool. And that released the flood.
He swept the golden stream over Janet's forehead, down over her eyes, over her nose, into her half-open mouth. Then he played it over her chin, throat and breasts, used his piss to wash the lather off her. He felt Suzy watching, and out of the corner of his eye, saw she was cramming the knuckles of one fist into her shocked mouth. He had a lot of piss stored up, and didn't rush the process of hosing Janet down with it. Streaming rivulets of hot piss parted the soap coating her tummy and thighs. The yellow stream spattered off the slopes of her tits.
Without him asking her to, she brought her hands up and rubbed the mixture of soap and piss into her flesh. Her stiff nipples testified to her incredible arousal. He wrung his bladder out until it hurt, and two or three more little spurts came out.
His cock surged up to full hardness again, and Janet's eyes glowed at the sight of it. She was still smearing her lush tits with piss and soap.
"Now, Jack?" she asked. "Please?"
"Your ass, baby," he said. "Your ass."
"Any place, Jack, any place at all," she agreed.
She squirmed around on the wet soapy floor, turned her back on him, and lowered her cheek to the cold, hard tiles. She raised her lush ass. Reaching back, she pulled her cheeks apart, showed him the dusky pucker of her ass-hole.
Dropping to his knees behind the eager blonde, Jack set the head of his soap-slick dick on the puckered target. With a slow, steady drive, he sank his cock into her winkie. He watched the muscle stretch slowly, felt the tight velvety embrace of her ass-hole drag open the slit at the tip of his pecker.
Sliding along on a greasing layer of soap, his cock entered her hot, slick depths in one smooth stroke.
The pistoning drive brought a long, animal moan of pleasure from Janet. She wiggled her backside, pushed back against him to make sure she had all of him up her ass. Grasping her hips, Jack drew his dick out. He watched how her clinging bung was tugged outward by the friction. Then he slid his cock back into her greasy depths. Reaching around her, he stuffed his fingers into her flooding, slippery pussy. He felt how her cunt was squeezed by his cock up her ass.
Since he had come so much already, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to squeeze out anymore jizz, but the pleasure of stroking his dick in her ass was so great that he didn't care. Janet was coming. He could feel her juices flooding over his hand, dripping down his swinging balls. He kept stroking and stroking and stroking his cock into her ass.
He felt the hot fire building in his guts, and knew he had another load. He stroked and stroked and stroked, and the fire and the itch grew and grew and grew. One more stroke, one more blazing wipe of her crapper walls against the nerve-trigger of his dick, and his cum erupted into her bowels. His cock spasmed with a long, slow, powerful pumping, and a blazing enema burst into her depths.
After so many orgasms, this one was almost as much pain as it was pleasure. But even the pain was pleasant. His mouth open in a silent growl, Jack wrung his last drizzles of cum into his mistress's ass.
His young niece looked on in amazement.
CHAPTER SIX
Jack knocked on his niece's door. There was a rustling behind the door, and then Suzy opened it. Letting his eyes sweep over the girl's pretty face, he handed her what he had brought.
"Take everything else off, put this on, and then come to my study," he ordered calmly, his cock hardening in his trousers.
Biting her lip, Suzy took what he handed her, and closed the door as he turned away. He stopped at the next door, knocked on it.
"Yes sir?" Billy responded politely when he opened the door.
"I think it's time you found out about my study," Jack said.
"Found out about your study?" Billy asked, bewildered.
"You horny?" Jack asked bluntly.
Billy grinned recklessly. "Shucks, I'm always horny-sir."
"Good, come with me," Jack said, leading the way to the locked door. He let his son into the strangely furnished room.
Billy stopped dead in the doorway. His eyes picked out the cross, the columns, the apparatus on the walls. Then, with an air of assumed casualness, he strolled in. Jack sat down in one of the easy chairs, and watched his son wander around the room. The youth was studying the glass case of phony dicks when Suzy came in.
"I'm sorry I took so long, Uncle Jack, but I had trouble with the collar," she stammered anxiously before noticing she was being watched by someone other than just her uncle.
Jack studied the youngsters' reactions, and came to the conclusion that it was the first time his son had seen the girl naked. Billy's sudden intake of air as he studied his slender cousin was audible clear across the room. Suzy made abortive attempts to hide her tits and her pussy and began flushing under the boy's hot stare.
The only thing she was wearing was a black leather collar. It looked like a dog's collar. It was an inch and a half wide, and was dotted with shining steel studs and steel rings. The width of the collar meant that she had to keep her head held high. If she didn't, it dug into her throat.
"Fix me a drink, Suzy," Jack ordered. "Billy, do you want a drink?"
"Ah-something soft, maybe," he answered, not taking his eyes off the naked teenager.
"I want a Scotch on the rocks," Jack said, pleased with the way things were going. "Fix Billy a ginger ale, and put a shot of vodka in it."
Billy suddenly looked suspicious. "That's what Janet did that day, isn't it?" ;
"Got to admit it loosened you up, though," Jack responded.
When they had their drinks and Suzy was sitting docilely on the floor in front of them, Billy broke the silence. "What's with the collar?"
"Oh, just another way to teach humility," Jack said, studying the way his niece kept her chin up, her back straight. "She's been getting a little uppity lately. Thinks she owns me, just because she's let me fuck her."
He saw the flash of spirit in Suzy's eyes, and his glare cut off her budding protest. "Pretty little thing, isn't she?" he said.
"Beautiful," Billy agreed, trying to use the same casual tone.
"A toy, a toy to be played with," Jack went on.
"A man's toy," Billy responded.
"And you're a man now," Jack said. His eyes lingered on Suzy's graceful body, then noticed the hot glitter of excitement in her eyes. Her nipples were hard as rocks. She loved being treated like a possession.
"Of course, she's only on loan to me, so I can't make a gift of her," Jack observed softly. "But I can loan her to you."
"W-Would you?" Billy gulped. "That's very generous of you," he managed to squeeze out.
"Be my guest," his father answered casually.
Suzy remained where she was. She eyed her uncle hotly as her cousin got up and crossed the room. She didn't move when the boy came back with a coil of thick, soft rope. He was rough and uncompromising when he grabbed her wrists and whipped a knot around them, tied them behind her back.
Jack saw the gleam of excitement and humiliation in his niece's blue eyes. He saw her leg muscles working, saw her rubbing her satin-smooth thighs against each other. Her teeth flashed as Billy finished tying her up. v
Holding her bound hands out from her back, Billy took three turns around her forearms, and drew them close together, forcing her elbows straight. The binding drew her shoulders back, made her chest stick out, emphasized her delicate maturing tits and their sharp peaks.
Suzy bit her lower lip as she adjusted to the pain in her shoulders. She let her knees part slightly, showed the heart of her twat to her uncle. Her cunt glistened with excitement.
After tying a knot up near her elbows, Billy walked around the girl. He was holding the free end of the long rope. He bound her arms to her body. The first loop around her torso crossed just under her budding breasts. The next loop cut the lower curve of her titties, dug into the tender flesh. Jack saw her wince with pain from the binding.
The next turn around her went from the low side of one breast to the high side of the other. One final coil around her slender body, across the tops of both breasts, and Billy secured the end of the rope behind her.
Standing in front of the helpless teenager, Billy unzipped his fly, and flipped his throbbing dick free. His jutting hard-on flopped inches from her face. Her eyes fastened on the gleaming purple knob of his big pecker. She licked her lips hungrily.
Gripping his dong, he smeared her nose with juice. With bold strokes of his dick, he painted her cheeks and forehead with his seepings. Jack was getting too hot from watching his son with the girl and had to free his own throbbing hard-on.
Suzy seemed as aroused as both the men were. Her titties were flaming berries of lust. They jutted from between the cruel coils of rope. The throbbing pink inner tissues of her twat were gleaming hot ruffles in the black of her pussy. Her knees spread farther, exposed her still more shamelessly as she was slathered with Billy's juices.
Billy began to jack off. Keeping the head of his cock inches from Suzy's face, he circled the shaft with his hand and began pumping it. Grinning tightly, he stroked his dick. Suzy's eyes were fastened on the slit. She was waiting for the eruption, the hot spurting that would spatter her face with creamy spunk.
"Don't waste it, Son," Jack cautioned.
"Don't worry, Dad, this is just my first shot. Remember how fast I went off with Janet that first time?"
As Billy jerked his dick it swelled and pulsed. A flying spatter of jizz hit Suzy's forehead. The next spurt was thicker, heavier, bigger, and flew across her nose and oozed slowly down one cheek. She had her eyes closed to keep from getting cum in them, and there was an expression of enjoyment on her pretty young face as his cream spattered her.
The spurting went on, thick pulsing jets that left gleaming gobs on her cheeks, nose, eyelids, forehead and chin-even on her lips. Billy flapped his spurting dick to make the spunk spray farther. He rained his cum down on her face and shoulders, even the tips of her tits where they stabbed from between the coils of rope.
When his spurting began to fade, the youth took a handful of her black curls and tipped her head back. He rammed his dick between her lips. He milked the last drizzle of his jizz into her mouth with clutching squeezes of his hand. He didn't let her free until his tool was withered and drained.
Jack heaved himself to his feet and kicked his pants off as Billy moved away from Suzy. Without asking, Jack drove his dick into the girl's mouth-He grabbed her hair, held her head steady as he slammed his cock into her sucking maw. He felt her tongue stroke his aching pecker, felt his groin sizzle as his prick probed her throat. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled around his pistoning prick.
Brutally, concerned with only his own pleasure, he fucked his niece in the mouth while his drained son looked on.
"Suck it," he ordered harshly, and felt her hot mouth eagerly embrace his dong.
He pistoned his hips, controlled her head with his grip on her hair. He was fucking forward as her head came toward him. With her arms bound brutally behind her back, all she could do was accept his thrusts. Tears trickled down her cheeks-tears of pain and tears of lust. Her frustrated cunt spasmed around nothingness.
Jack let her take the first three spurts of his cream in her mouth. The thickest, heaviest jettings coated her working, stroking tongue. Then he yanked his spouting dick out of her mouth and covered her face with the rest of his hot load. His spunk joined his son's, trickled down her cheeks, glittered on her smooth forehead, slicked her already juice-coated lips and chin.
As he leaned away from her, a trailing gob of jism dripped from his prick tip. Her tongue licked out, took what it could reach. She shuddered with lust. Her gut muscles were spasming as she came with a hot, moaning, gasping sound. Her twat was a steaming, sodden swamp of juice. Her juices were puddling on the carpet beneath her.
With a soft sigh, Suzy tried to slump, but couldn't because of the way she was tied. Wearily, she fell forward, folding at the waist, until her head rested on the floor. Her hands, clenched into fists, were at the top of the crack of her stretched ass. It looked as if she were bowing to her uncle as he stood over her, his dripping dick in his hand.
"I could use another drink," Jack said. "Guess I'll have to get it myself."
"If I have another one, I'll have to piss," Billy said.
"Save it for a little later," Jack suggested. "I suppose we ought to loosen her ropes before her hands get too sore."
"What if she gets away?" Billy asked.
"She won't try to run, she-likes this," Jack answered. "But, if you're worried about it, we can chain her."
"I'd like that," Billy said as he sipped the drink his father had given him.
Grabbing the back of her collar, Jack dragged Suzy to her feet and hauled her over to one of the wooden pillars. He snapped the collar to a ring high on the post. She had to stand up very straight. Her hands were ground into the column behind her back. Then he untied her arms. He deliberately dragged the rope across her flesh, so she had pink rope burns on her tits and belly.
"Thank you," she croaked weakly. "Could I have something to drink?" She was rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.
"Maybe later," Jack answered, leaving her standing there. He joined his son at the coffee table. Billy was leafing through the scrapbooks. Jack explained some of the pictures.
"Jeez, I didn't know you could do that to a woman!" the youth exclaimed. The picture showed Janet being buggered by Jack's big dick.
"Sure," Jack assured his son. "Jeez!"
Billy looked over at Suzy. There was a hot gleam in his eye. Jack glanced over, too. The girl eyed the two men defiantly.
"You ever whip 'em?" Billy asked.
"Sometimes. When they deserve it."
"Doesn't Suzy deserve it?" Billy asked. "She spilled her juice at breakfast this morning."
"You don't have the guts," Suzy challenged defiantly. Her chin was tipped high because of the collar around her neck. Her slender, naked body looked beautiful and vulnerable.
"There's two pieces of soft rubber hose in the display case over there," Jack told his son softly. "Go get 'em." Jack stood up and stripped off his shirt while his son got the pieces of hose.
Returning with the lengths of rubber, Billy dropped them on the coffee table and, following his father's example, got naked. His cock was half-erect. It swelled rapidly as he struggled out of his pants.
Picking up one of the pieces of hose, Jack stalked over to the helpless girl. He could feel his hard-on swaying and slapping heavily. He studied her eyes, and saw a flicker of fear-and desire. She licked her lips.
She didn't resist when he took her arms and pulled them back on either side of the thick column she was chained to. Again, her shoulders were drawn back and her small tits became more prominent. Her tummy was drawn flat. She could just barely stand flat-footed. With her arms tied back, there was no danger she would strangle if her knees buckled. Her arms would hold her up.
"How we going to do this, Dad?" Billy asked his father nervously.
"We'll take alternating strokes," Jack decided. "Don't hit too hard. These things hurt like hell. She'll get the message." The fear in Suzy's eyes increased, as did the lust.
Jack stood on one side of the teenage girl, and his son stood on the other. Jack drew his arm back, and let the hose slap against Suzy's taut belly. Billy swung his length of hose. His stroke went across Suzy's gut within an inch of where Jack's had.
Suzy jerked and winced, but didn't make any outcry as two pink stripes formed on her stomach. The hoses slapped again, a little higher on.her stretched body. Her stomach convulsed, jerking her feet upward, putting her weight on her arms and the collar. Kicking her feet down desperately, she got the weight off her shoulders and neck. Jack realized suddenly that her bindings weren't right.
"Just a minute," he said.
He went over to a case and returned with a wide, black leather belt. Slipping it around her under her armpits, he fastened it to a ring at the back of the post, and drew it tight. Now if her feet went out from under her, the belt would take her weight, not the strap around her vulnerable throat.
The expression on her face was one of desperate anticipation as Jack picked up his hose and raised his arm, prepared to strike again. This time, when her feet leaped from the blows across her tender tummy, she was held steady by the strap under her arms.
The two men began to lay blows on her with steady regularity. They painted her belly a bright red with delicate, well-spaced blows.
"YAWWWWW!" Suzy bellowed, her self-control breaking at last. Tears" fountained from her eyes and she heaved and jerked against her bonds.
"Jesus!" Billy said, horrified at the sudden bellow from their victim.
"We're not done yet," Jack said. He was panting slightly. "She's not ready yet."
"How can you tell?"
"She's not begging us to stop," Jack pointed out. "Or to fuck her. Has to be one or the other. Look at her cunt. Does it look wet enough to fuck yet?"
While Suzy hung helplessly from her bonds, Billy explored her crotch with his fingers. There was nothing she could do about the way he was exploring her snatch. He parted her cunt-lips and probed her steaming gash. She shuddered and writhed with arousal.
"I guess not," Billy said uncertainly. "It's hard to tell for sure."
"We'll go until she begs us to stop," Jack said.
He saw the hot light in Suzy's eyes, and knew it was the right decision. The girl wanted more pain before her pleasure.
The hoses resumed their hollow slapping. Jack began to expand the area they were striking, moving downward to her thighs, and upward to her tender tits. Billy followed his lead. Suzy was silent again. Until they struck her rock-hard nipples. She let out a shriek and twisted and jerked as if she were being electrocuted.
"Christ!" Billy swore, his arm drawn back for his blow across her tender tits.
"Don't stop," Jack growled.
Billy struck and Suzy heaved, kicked her feet upward. She jerked and twisted against the chains and straps holding her to the pillar. She dug her toes into the carpet as she got her balance.
The hoses whipped across her thighs. The tip of one flicked her twat. She bucked in reaction. Her hips humped forward as if begging for more. The next stroke was the same, and her inner cunt-lips flared and sprouted outward with need.
"Give it to her," Jack ordered, standing back. "Just pick up her feet, and hold her like a wheelbarrow, and give it to her. Now!"
Dropping his hose, Billy grabbed Suzy's ankles and jerked her feet out from under her, hanging her from the strap around her chest. Her arms were still hauled back hard, and her head was pinned against the column by the collar. Aiming his dick into her flaring twat, Billy rammed his cock into her flooding cunt.
"Awwwww!" Suzy wailed as her cunt was filled abruptly.
Jack watched his son ram his cock into Suzy's slippery snatch. Jack was waiting for his turn at the willing, helpless teenage girl. His own pecker was leaking he was so horny.
Hooking his hands under Suzy's thighs, Billy humped into her with quick, hard, impatient drives. His pubic bone was pulverizing her clit. His balls swung and slapped her ass as he pounded into her.
"Awww, I'm coming!" she wailed. "I'm coming, awwshit, awwwwshit!"
Billy ignored everything but his own searing pleasure, and continued whipping his dick into her tight twat. His balls clenched up higher and higher in his groin, huddled against the base of his prick. He drove into her, trying to get his dick into the wooden pillar behind her.
Jack watched his son's ass-cheeks clench, and could almost feel his son's spunk erupting. He watched Billy's leg muscles tremble as the boy unloaded his jizz into his helpless cousin. A thick wad of overflow cum spilled down Billy's nuts, then splattered the rug. Billy held on until he was shaking with exhaustion. Then he fell back. His drained and shrinking duck sucked free of Suzy's twat.
Jack took her legs, kept them off the floor and spread wide. Suzy's so recently virgin snatch was a sodden crater of lust. It was smeared with jizz. Jack set his dick in her cunt and, looking down, drilled his pecker into her hot hole. He felt her velvety walls burn his cock. He drove deep, until his pubic arch cracked against hers, and his dick-head hit the end of her tunnel. He held there, felt her cunt clutching his cock, squeezing it as her orgasm went on. She seemed oblivious of the change in cocks.
Jack waited until her spasms died, then he yanked his cock out of her twat. Gripping her behind the knees, he folded her legs higher, and spread them a little wider. Her butt drew tight. He saw his target, and his guts flared hot with lust. There was the dusky pucker of her ass-hole, just below her pussy. The little hole was shining wet with the overflow from her flooded snatch.
He set the purple head of his prick against her wrinkled hole. Suzy moaned at the touch. A push, and her winkie dented inward. He felt the cum-slick tip of his prick wedge into her tight muscle valve. A steady thrust, and his cock-head bulged against her resistance, even as her ass-hole began to let him in. Pushing forward with his hips, he slowly drove his way into the tight hole of her shitter.
Jack did it slowly, as much for his sake as hers. He was horny as hell, and she was tight, and he didn't want to come too soon. He kept boring in on her bung. He watched the head of his dick spread her ring wider and wider, watched her winkie turn white as it stretched.
Then the knob of his cock was sliding in, and the muscle of her ass-hole was gripping the groove of his dick, and she moaned and shuddered. His dick burned as the nerve-patch beneath the head was stroked hard. He almost came. He held still and watched the pale column of his pecker throb and pulse. It was on the verge of erupting.
"More, please?" Suzy wheezed.
She was finding it hard to breathe because of the way he had her doubled up. The strap under her arms was chafing. Her butt burned from the tower stretching her crapper wide. She had never known such pleasure was possible.
Jack gave her more. He leaned his dick into her ass, felt the greasy walls of her bung stroke his dick. He watched his pecker slide slowly up into her butt. His balls ached with the load of cum they had ready.
Billy was sitting on the floor, looked up as Suzy took cock up her ass. His hand was stroking his limp, exhausted dong. He was trying to get it up again, but wasn't having any success.
Jack ignored his son. He concentrated on the feel of Suzy's crapper around his dick. He sank the full, throbbing length of his whang into her tail, nestled his hips up against her ass. He paused while his cock got used to the tight clutch of her shit chute.
"Unnnh! How much?" Suzy moaned.
"All of it," Jack answered.
"Awww, Jesus, feels like I got a pole up my rear," she groaned. "Jesus! Does that feel great! But I don't know how much longer I can take it."
"Don't worry," Jack assured her. "I won't last long."
As he drew his dick out of her tight bung he felt his balls knot warningly. He stroked back into her hot hole, felt his path being greased by his own oozings.
He drew out, watched her ass-hole get tugged outward. He drove back in, saw her crapper push inward. When he drew outward again, he knew he was going to come. He drove back into her ass, and began to hose her innards with spunk. His whole body burned as a river of jizz flooded her ass-hole. Leaning against her, folding her up, he drained his dick in her butt.
"Awwww!" Suzy wailed as she felt her ass being drenched with cum. It was a scalding enema. It felt like a red-hot pole had been driven up her butt. Her arms and shoulders ached from having her weight on them, and her neck felt as if it were being stretched. The pole against her back was hard and bruising, the shackles around her wrists felt like vises.
Her orgasm was even more powerful than the one Billy had given her. Hanging in midair from the post, folded double by her uncle, his cock up her ass, she let herself be cremated by pleasure.
She didn't come to until Uncle Jack's dick pulled out of her tail and he let her feet down. She tried to stand, but her legs were too shaky. Jack saw, and quickly unfastened her neck, wrists, and then the strap around her chest.
He and Billy carried Suzy over to the couch and stretched her out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack read the letter, refolded it. and carefully tore it up. He put a match to the scraps, and waited until they were cold cinders in the ashtray. When he was pulverizing the ashes with his thumb, his niece came into the room and wrinkled her nose suspiciously.
"Is something burning?" she asked.
Jack shook his head as he dusted off his fingers. 'No." The letter had been addressed to Suzy.
"Funny, I thought I smelled smoke," Suzy mused, then shrugged, and picked up the television schedule.
"We're going shopping," Jack announced suddenly. "We are?"
"I have a party scheduled for Friday night. You'll need some special clothes for it."
"You mean I'm invited?"
"In a way," he responded vaguely. "You'll be ... ah ... serving at it. It will be a part of your training."
"Oh."
Her face colored with suppressed excitement. When Uncle Jack said "training" it usually meant a session in his "study". It meant restraint of one kind or another. It meant submitting herself to him. Frequently it meant pain, and always it meant pleasure. Now the two were inseparable in Suzy's mind.
"Go to your room and take off your clothes," Jack ordered. "Put on your white sandals, the ones with the rhinestones, and your white jacket."
Suzy shivered with excitement as she obeyed his order. Usually, when he had her strip and put on just a jacket or a robe, it meant they were headed for his study. But he had mentioned shopping. The thought of going out dressed only in the thigh-length jacket, with nothing on under it, made her cunt boil.
Her nipples were hard as rocks when she returned to him. As she belted the jacket her nipples rubbed against the lining, and burned from the friction. The jacket barely covered her ass. She was on fire from the feel of air touching her butt and her cunt, and from the feel of her naked thighs rubbing together, all the way up, at every step.
Out in the car, sitting next to her uncle, Suzy had to battle her urge to open the jacket. The sun was pouring through the windshield, and she wanted to bare her tits to the warm rays. She concentrated on watching the people on the sidewalk, let the sight of them occupy her. She wondered what they would do if they knew she was naked under the jacket. Her guts stirred with lust.
At a traffic light, a truck pulled up beside them. She could feel the driver's eyes on her sleek legs. Shifting, she let more thigh show. Her twat was still concealed, but just barely. She let the top of the jacket open to show the cleavage between her titties. She was seething as she carefully hinted to the man above her how she was really dressed.
When the light changed, the trucker stalled his engine. Uncle Jack moved out smoothly. Suzy cast a wicked glance back at the frustrated truck driver and waved teasingly at him as he struggled to get his truck started.
"Watch that," her uncle growled.
"Yes sir," she agreed meekly, facing forward again and quickly readjusting the jacket.
It was tricky to get out of the car without showing the whole world her naked snatch. Desperately, she tugged down on the hem of the jacket while her uncle fed the parking meter a string of nickels. She was conscious of the admiring stare of the man emptying the meters.
"Come on," Jack ordered, starting off briskly.
Suzy had to run, first to catch up, then to keep up. The front of the jacket kept flipping open at every step, kept threatening to expose her pussy right there on Main Street.
Jack turned in at a fashionable boutique, and held the door for her. Inside, Suzy blinked to get her eyes accustomed to the dimness. When she could see, she stumbled back from the imposing woman coming toward them.
"Jack Saunders!" the woman exclaimed delightedly. "It's been too long!"
Suzy studied the woman. She was almost six feet tall, and slender, and had fantastic knockers. Her skin was so white it was almost pasty. Her hair and eyes were coal black. Her "wet look" jumpsuit was skin tight. Her arms were bare.
"Lilith, this is my niece, Suzy Clayton," Jack said. "Suzy, say hello to Lilith."
"How do you do," Suzy said politely.
"Your niece, huh?"
Suzy had the feeling that the woman didn't believe it.
"Believe it or not, she really is," Jack said, and laughed.
"That's what they all say," Lilith snorted. "What can I do for you?"
"From the skin out," Jack answered, "I want her to be unrecognizable, stimulating and available-looking."
"Ummmmhmmmm," Lilith purred.
Suzy shivered under the woman's dark scrutiny.
"I get the usual commission?" Lilith asked.
"But of course," Jack agreed.
"Come this way," Lilith directed.
Suzy fell in behind the woman and her uncle as they headed back through the store. The clothes racked around them were daring and exotic, but not too unusual.
Lilith pushed through a heavy curtain, into a back room. Unlocking a heavy door, she ushered them into a small room, and locked the door behind them.
Suzy looked around cautiously, and felt her cunt steam. The door that had just closed was upholstered in black leather, and studded with shiny rivets. It also had rings like the ones in her uncle's study, the ones on the wooden cross and the columns. There was a strangely shaped bench, covered with the same black leather. There were rings along the sides. A pair of black leather chairs completed the furnishings.
The walls were tiled with mirrors. The floor was a checkerboard of white and black squares.
"Let's see what we have to work with," Lilith said quietly.
"Take off your jacket," Jack ordered. "And remember how I've taught you to stand."
Obediently, Suzy unbelted her jacket, unbuttoned it, and let it slide off. She stood with her feet spread, her toes pointed out slightly, her hands at her sides, her palms out. She kept her chin up proudly. The pose displayed her naked body totally, exposed her cunt, showed her slender lines, her graceful tits.
The mirrors reflected endless images of her, showed every angle. She was surrounded by countless reflections of her uncle and the proprietress of the boutique. And they were all looking at her.
"Jack, really, those sandals are tacky," Lilith sniffed.
"Take them off," Jack ordered his niece.
Balancing on one foot, then the other, Suzy obeyed. She resumed her stance after Lilith took the offending footwear.
"She's young," Lilith noted. Her deep voice was warm with excitement. "Young and tender and firm." A strong hand stroked Suzy's butt. Lilith circled and studied her, and Suzy shivered. She knew that the welts left by her uncle's horsewhip still showed on her firm ass-cheeks. "A shame you had to mark her like that."
"They'll fade by Friday," he responded.
"Well, there's always makeup," Lilith added. "You want her unrecognizable."
"There will be certain people there that I don't want to know who she is," Jack answered.
"That hair of hers is quite distinctive," Lilith mused, fingering Suzy's jet-black curls. Then she stroked Suzy's neck tenderly. Without warning, she pulled hard on a few strands of Suzy's hair, and Suzy bit back a cry of pain. "Especially with those beautiful blue eyes. We'll have to hide the hair."
"A wig?" Jack suggested.
Lilith shook her head. "Too-ah-common," she answered. "Your ... niece deserves something more exotic."
Suzy looked over as Lilith opened a section of mirror tiles. She gasped at the row of animal heads staring at her. Then she realized that they were masks, or hoods. They all appeared to be made of real fur and feathers. There were two fanciful cats-one black, one white. There was a tiger mask, and a lion complete with a mane. There were feathered masks with crests like parrots or cockatoos, ears like owls. There were two leather masks-one black with silver studs, one white with black studs. All were designed to cover the entire head and face and mold under the chin.
"I think, a tender little kitten," Lilith purred. "Black, to match her pussy, of course." Lilith removed the black cat hood from its form.
Suddenly Suzy found herself looking out through the eyeholes of the mask, felt it hugging her cheeks closely. It was padded so it conformed to her face, yet kept its own contours. Lilith did something to close up the back, then tightened the collar that gripped Suzy's throat ... and from the neck up, Suzy was a cat.
Her blue eyes looked out from a cat's face. The jet-black sheen of the fur made her naked skin look very pale. Jack had forbidden her to sunbathe, and her tan had faded out completely. The black of her pussy hair looked like coal against her pale flesh. Her nipples were dusky points on her rounded boobs.
"And a collar, of course," Lilith decided, opening a hidden drawer and taking out something that glittered and sparkled. She slipped it around Suzy's neck and fastened it. It was a jeweled collar and felt heavy and cold.
"Well?" Lilith asked.
Suzy stood very still as her uncle walked slowly around her, carefully studying the effect. Suzy was aware of her appearance because of all the mirrors. From the neck down, she was all woman, naked and available. From the neck up, she was an animal. She had been stripped of her identity, reduced to the status of a pet by the mask and collar.
"The hands," Jack said suddenly. "Can you do something with her hands?"
"Oh, of course. Forgetful of me," Lilith answered, opening another drawer. She produced something that looked like a cross between mittens and gloves. Slipping them over Suzy's hands, she fastened them behind her wrists. They were made of the same black fur as the hood covering Suzy's face.
"Open and close your hands," Lilith ordered.
Suzy did, and gasped. Her teeth flashed white in the mouth opening of the cat hood. When she uncurled her fingers, glittering claws unsheathed. The mittens were incredible imitations of cats' paws.
Taking one of Suzy's paws, Jack fingered the needle point on one claw cautiously.
Lilith laughed softly. "It will be a test of your control over her, to keep her from tearing you to shreds with those."
"We won't have any trouble with that, will we?" Jack said, and eyed his niece confidently.
Instead of answering in words, Suzy mewed softly at him.
Lilith chuckled appreciatively. "She'll be able to suck cock with that mask on," she noted. "Should be quite an experience, trusting your dick to a mouth like that."
"Worse than putting my head in a lion's mouth, Jack agreed. "It's perfect. Wrap it up."
After boxing the hood and mittens, Lilith started to remove the collar, but Jack stopped her. "No, leave that on."
"Suit yourself," she said, closing up the box. "Now, I think it's time for my commission." Lilith reached for the zipper that ran down the front of her jumpsuit. "You don't have to stay, unless you'd like to."
"I would, if you don't mind," Jack said, crossing his legs casually as he settled back in one of the leather chairs. "Try not to mark her though, would you?"
"Jack! When was the last time I scarred anyone?" Lilith asked.
"Remember what you did to Paulette?" Jack asked.
"She deserved it for biting me," Lilith pouted, and ran the zipper down almost to her crotch.
She was naked under the clinging jumpsuit. She stripped it back off her shoulders, pushed it down and tugged her legs out of it. Her tits were heavy and firm, with no sag. Her torso tapered to a trim waist, then flared slightly at her hips. She was a lean, lithe animal.
Her twat was thick and black and kinky. Her hair hung straight and sleek to her pale shoulders. Suzy watched fearfully as the impressive woman approached. Lilith put her strong hands on Suzy's shoulders. Suzy couldn't take her eyes off Lilith's dark, hot gaze. As Suzy tried to meet the woman's stare defiantly, she felt the overwhelming will behind Lilith's steady glare.
Lilith pushed on Suzy's shoulders. Suzy resisted. Lilith put pressure on Suzy's collarbone with her thumbs, and the stabbing agony drove Suzy slowly to her knees in front of the naked woman. She found herself looking at the store owner's twat. Lilith spread her feet slightly and stared down at Suzy. She humped her hips forward. What she wanted of Suzy was obvious.
Raising her arms, Suzy slid her hands slowly up Lilith's shapely, muscular thighs. Delicately, she combed apart the thick curls of Lilith's wiry black bush. Parting the lips, Suzy let herself be drawn toward the hot red-gash. She smelled the rich aroma of the woman's sex. Her mouth began to water. Delicately, her tongue licked out, and she tasted the hot slipperiness, the metallic juices.
Lilith hissed with pleasure at Suzy's first tentative stroke. "Lick," the woman ordered softly. "Lick me, you delectable little whore!"
Suzy licked, let her tongue plow along the crack, stroked from cunt past piss-hole to clit. She pressed her tongue down harder and ripped it up the steaming slit. She felt the wet, slithery folds slip aside. She tasted the hot flow from the woman towering over her. The hands that gripped her head were stern and uncompromising.
Parting her thighs, Lilith virtually sat on Suzy's face. Suzy was smothered with twat. Lilith's wiry muff scratched Suzy's cheeks and eyes. Suzy drilled her tongue deep into Lilith's hot hole, felt the rippled walls slide past her taste buds.
Nuzzling her face deep into Lilith's crotch, Suzy tongue-fucked the woman, pumped her tongue in and out of Lilith's cunt. Her nose dug at the squirmy nubbin of Lilith's clit. Suzy drove her tongue still deeper into Lilith's snatch.
Suzy leaned forward again,, spread Lilith's ass-cheeks, and sought the woman's ass-hole with her lips. Delicately, shyly, she nibbled Lilith's pale, firm ass. Then, cautiously, she stroked her tongue along Lilith's crack. She heard Lilith sigh appreciatively.
Lilith's twat was in front of Suzy's eyes. The close-up view of the woman's pussy increased Suzy's lust. Suzy searched for her target with her tongue, felt the hard puckery ring. She swirled her tongue around it, and her guts knotted with lust.
She tickled the pucker with her tongue tip, then pressed the point against the tight gate.
"Oh, you sweet, tender, adorable little whore," Lilith groaned. "Do it!"
Suzy did it. Twisting and thrusting her tongue, she wedged it into the woman's winkie. Kneeling on the hard floor, her nose in Lilith's pussy hair, Suzy drilled her tongue into Lilith's crapper.
She felt her uncle's hands on her butt, and shuddered with excitement. After all she had been forced to do, she was unbearably horny. Her twat was ravenous for cock.
The touch of her uncle's pecker on her crapper made fire flash through her. Involuntarily, she drove her tongue harder at Lilith's ass-hole, and felt the gate wedge open to admit her. She was driving her tongue slowly into Lilith's bung, and at the drive her to the floor. It felt as if her scalp were being stripped from her skull by Lilith's merciless grasp on her hair.
Lilith hissed like a wildcat, and suddenly a hot, salty yellow flood of piss burst over Suzy's chin, flooded over her lips where they still clutched Lilith's clit tightly. Scalding rivers spilled down over Suzy's naked flesh, parted to go around and between her tits, spattered her thighs, poured down over her cunt, and fell to the tile floor.
The floor died and faded, and Lilith released her grasp on Suzy's hair. But still Suzy suckled on the woman's clit. Then she licked her salty snatch clean. She kept on licking until she was pushed away, yanked to her feet by the collar, and shoved through a door.
"Take a shower, you disgusting little bitch," Lilith snarled. "Then you can wash me."
Meekly, fighting back her tears of shame, Suzy showered. Then, while her uncle watched from his chair, she soaped Lilith with her hands. The feel of the woman's lush titties under her soapy palms made Suzy's cunt boil. Kneeling, she lathered Lilith's pussy carefully, then stroked her hands down her graceful legs.
Lilith put one hand on Suzy's head to brace herself, and lifted one foot. Suzy bathed it especially carefully, between the toes, under the
"Yesss," Lilith purred, stroking Suzy's head tenderly for a moment. Then she took a cruel handful of Suzy's hair again, as if mingling soothing caresses with pain were all part of her game. "Eat, you little slut!"
Suzy ate. Her own guts were beginning to boil. She was a slut! A vile, disgusting, wanton slut at the age of fourteen. She was willing to do anything with anyone. And it gave her pleasure, which made it disgusting, which was why she deserved the pain they gave her.
"My clit," Lilith snarled. "Suck my clit, you little bitch. Nurse on my clit. Nurse on it!"
Dragging her mouth away from Lilith's hole, Suzy nibbled with her lips, up past the piss-point, to the wriggly button of the woman's clit. Closing her lips on the berry, Suzy sucked on it as if it were a tit she was trying to get milk out of. She dragged the rubbery protuberance into her mouth, ground it between her lips, and flicked it with her tongue.
Lilith snarled like an animal, shuddered, hauled Suzy's face hard against her twat. Suzy drew hard on the clit between her lips and felt its stalk stretch. Now she could flip the mini-prick back and forth with her tongue. The pressure on her head got greater and greater. Lilith's thighs were scissored on her, and her cunt was threatening to
"You beat all the spirit out of them," Jack told her.
"How else are they going to learn their proper place?" Lilith responded. "You do the same with women."
"Women were meant to be submissive," Jack argued.
"Not all women," Lilith retorted.
"If you give me the chance, I'll have you on your knees, sucking my dick, inside of ten minutes."
"You try it and you won't have any dick to get sucked in fifteen," Lilith snapped. "Don't get any ideas, buster. The only reason you aren't hanging from the rings on that door is because you're a good customer."
"And I bring you new meat."
"And you bring me some very choice cuts of new meat," Lilith agreed, looking at Suzy appreciatively. "She isn't really your niece, is she?"
"Honest to God, she is. My sister's daughter. She's staying with me while they travel."
"Huh! And what do her parents think of your ... use of her?"
"They'll never find out," Jack answered confidently.
"You hope," Lilith teased. "Nothing to keep her from talking after she goes home."-
"I'm not worried," Jack said. "I'm setting up an insurance policy against that."
"You are a confident bastard."
"I've got balls, is all. Which is something you'll never have."
"Careful, or I'll take yours."
Suzy stood in front of them. She had cleaned the floor. She tried to look defiant, but couldn't. The two adults stared at her steadily.
"Who would have thought an ugly s.o.b. like you could have such a cute niece?" Lilith mused. "I'll bet she looks great fully bound."
"You can, if you want," Jack said.
"How is she at kissing ass?" Lilith asked.
"Suzy, show Lilith how well you kiss ass," Jack ordered.
Suzy glanced at her uncle, saw the cold determination in his eyes, and sank submissively to her knees.
"Wait a minute, dear, let me get more comfortable," Lilith said, getting up.
Going over to the padded leather bench, the tall woman sat down. Half her ass was off the end of it. Leaning back, she rested her back on the raised cushion. When she bent her legs up, and spread them, it exposed her cunt and her ass-hole.
"Let's see how deep that dainty little tongue of yours can reach," Lilith purred, beckoning Suzy toward her. "You did a real fine job on my cunt."
Suzy felt sick, and horny, and helpless as she knelt on the hard tiles at the foot of the bench. Leaning forward, she put her hands on Lilith's buns, spread them, and leaned slowly forward. What made her sickest was that she really wanted to do what they were asking her to.
"Why don't you get rid of that ridiculous hard-on of yours?" Lilith said to Jack.
"Lilith! I didn't think you'd noticed," Jack chuckled.
Suzy heard him stripping his pants off.
"Let's just say it kind of stood out," Lilith answered. "Wait a minute, slut, I want you to admire your uncle's tool."
Suzy obediently glanced over at her uncle. She felt her cunt boil at the sight of his stiff cock. Her twat spasmed with hunger as he stroked his towering dick, smeared it with slick juices.
"Too bad I don't swing that way," Lilith sighed. "You're very impressive."
"What should I do with it?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm not using all of your niece," Lilith said, and snorted. "Choose your hole."
"You're all heart."
"Okay, Suzy, enough stalling!" Lilith snapped, returning her attention to the slender teenager kneeling in front of her. arch, massaged and kneaded it lovingly.
When she had done both feet, and had finished Lilith's back, Suzy sat back, thinking she was done.
"Don't forget my ass, slut!" Lilith snapped.
Suzy carefully soaped the woman's butt, kneaded the hard buns. Suzy slid lathery fingers into the crack, parted it, and meticulously washed it. She rubbed her fingers over and over the brown pucker of the woman's ass-hole, until she was pushed rudely away.
After they both rinsed, Lilith shut off the water and handed Suzy a towel. "Dry me," Lilith ordered coldly.
like the slave of an empress, Suzy dried Lilith. Then, as ordered, still dripping and cold herself, she powered and perfumed Lilith's magnificent body, dotted scent on the pulse points.
"Mop the floor with that sponge, then get dried off," Lilith ordered. "How about a drink, Jack?"
"Scotch," Jack answered.
While Suzy mopped up the piss, her uncle and the store owner lounged back.
"I sure would like to show you what a man can do for you," Jack said, eyeing Lilith.
"Shit! There isn't a man in the world that can satisfy me," Lilith snorted. "And don't think I haven't let them try. No matter how much training I give them, they never catch on." same time, she was being buggered by her uncle.
Suzy thought she was going to die from the exquisitely shameful pleasure she felt. She was the connecting link between her uncle, behind her, and the lesbian woman in front of her. She was a willing link in a perverted chain.
Her ass felt like it was on fire as Jack rammed his unlubricated dick into her. Her shitter flared with agony as he bored into her bung, drove it open with the tip of his dick.
Suzy forced Lilith's ass-hole open with the tip of her tongue, and tried to open her own ass to Jack. Suzy was a ball of lust. She loved the feel of the rubbery ring clasping her tongue. She loved the feel of her own hot winkie clutching her uncle's buggering cock. It felt as if she were being torn open as he stretched her ass-hole wider and wider with his pecker.
Lilith grabbed Suzy's head and clutched her ears. Suzy reamed her tongue still deeper into Lilith's butt. Digging and thrusting, Suzy jammed her nose into Lilith's crack. She felt the cock slide through her bung, burn the tight hole, go deep into her ass. She tried to drive her tongue just as far into Lilith's ass-hole.
Jack pistoned his dick in and out of Suzy's winkie. Suzy tried to do the same to Lilith. She found it was easy to draw out, and hard to get back in. After regaining her lost ground, she contented herself with wiggling her. tongue in Lilith's greasy depths.
Lilith kept twisting Suzy's ears until they were on fire. Her uncle was making her ass burn with his dick. Then Jack reached around and sank cruel, hard fingers into her tender titties.
Suzy began to come like a volcano. Wave after flaming wave flashed through her. She felt like an exploding star. She kept wiggling and wiggling her tongue in Lilith's butt, while her uncle's towering tool kept pumping and pumping and pumping in her own burning ass.
"Christ!" Lilith snarled, writhing as she started to come.
Then the cock in Suzy's butt was jumping and pumping. Suzy's climax climbed higher. She felt spunk spurting into her bowels, felt the woman's ass-hole winking, clutching her tongue. She felt her cunt drooling cum. Finally, she was an aching, exhausted lump of used meat.
She crapped the dick out of her ass, and let her tongue be crapped out of Lilith's butt, and slumped to her face on the cold floor. She didn't move until her need to pee became too much to bear.
"Next to the shower," Lilith answered, hauling herself up off the bench.
Suzy found herself being watched casually as she expelled the spunk from her crapper, and relieved her overloaded bladder. It made her feel like a dumb animal, like something subhuman.
"Should be a good party," Lilith observed as she pulled on her jumpsuit. "Sorry I'm going to miss it."
"You're welcome to come," Jack invited.
"Going to have any nice submissive men available?" Lilith asked.
"If not, I'm sure we'll find some outlet for your urges," Jack answered. "Maybe I'll loan you Suzy."
"What time should I get there."
"About nine should be right."
"Costume?"
"Whatever suits your ... perversions."
"Yum. I'll see you then. Don't forget her claws," Lilith said, handing him the box.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The glittering chain was a smooth curve from Suzy's jeweled collar to a steel ring on the post. She sat on her feet, her hands-paws-resting on her thighs. The sharp claws were sheathed. She blinked. Her eyes looked very blue against the silky, jet-black fur of the cat mask. In an unconsciously cat-like move, she smoothed back the long whiskers of the mask with her paw.
Jack appeared at the door of the study. Suzy watched him steadily. He paid no attention to her.
"Right this way," Jack said to a man in a wine-red evening jacket. It was trimmed with black. That, combined with the neatly trimmed beard and mustache, gave the man a Satanic look. The woman with him was tall. Her bright-red hair was piled up, and sparkled with green jewels. She had a cloak that brushed the floor. A high, stiff collar rose behind her head. It was impossible to tell what she had on under the cloak.
Suzy watched steadily as Janet, acting as hostess, escorted the couple in, got them drinks, made small talk. Janet was wearing slave bracelets and collar. A black sash was twisted around her waist, looped through her crotch like a loincloth. Her lush titties were bare, as were her legs and feet.
Suzy shifted her gaze to Billy. He was tending bar. He was wearing a red vest, white shirt, black pants. He was the only one who ever looked at her. He seemed to be unsettled by her animal stare. He was distracted by the arrival of another couple. The woman was in a harem costume. The man was dressed as a sheik. He waited for her to serve him.
"You have a pet, how charming," the satanically dressed man commented, staring down at Suzy.
She favored him with a brief glance, then looked at the doorway.
"Careful," Jack warned. "She's not entirely tamed.
Suzy stirred under the gentle touch of the man's hand on her head. She arched as his stroking made the mask shift on the back of her head. Then something he did tugged at her hair and hurt. She hissed and reached up unthinkingly. The move unsheathed her claws, and the man flinched away from the needle points in her mittens.
Jack cuffed her casually. "Sorry, but she's still a little wild."
"She looks like a child," the man commented as he moved away from her.
"All women are, actually," Jack answered. "She's quite talented. You'll have to try her later."
The study grew more and more crowded. Generally, the men were well dressed, the women expensively costumed. The room was filled with the sounds of a cocktail party, the clink of ice in glasses, the hum of conversation. Suzy and Janet were the only women who were indecently exposed.
The satanic man leaned over and said something to his woman. They were seated on the couch. The woman fumbled with her cloak, spread it open. She was stark naked under it. Her skin was very pale and creamy, her pussy hair deep red. Her breasts were large and firm, with thrusting pink nipples. She unfastened the cloak, and let it fall back onto the sofa.
Her escort slid his hand up and down one of her creamy thighs as he sipped his drink. Then he began talking with the man next to him.
Suzy turned as a new couple appeared in the doorway, and she froze. Standing in the doorway were her parents! Jack hurried over to them. Suzy's mother's eyes flickered over her. Suzy was sure her mother knew who was under the cat mask. Then the eyes passed on. Suzy suppressed a shudder. Evidently her disguise had not been penetrated.
It was obvious her parents had been at parties like this before. They hadn't seemed at all surprised by the sight of a naked, leashed, teenage girl in a cat costume.
Suzy's mother was wearing a red gingham dress-her square dancing dress. Suzy's father had on his Western shirt and trousers. Suzy had seen them leave the house in those outfits once a month for years. They had always said they were going square dancing.
"And who is this?" Suzy's father asked, studying the cat by the pillar.
Suzy hissed and drew back when he tried to touch her.
"Careful, she's a little wild," Jack cautioned.
"Just a friend."
"Why, she doesn't look more than sixteen," Suzy's mother noted.
Jack chuckled. "If so, I would be corrupting the morals of a minor," he pointed out.
"And you'd never corrupt a young girl, would you, brother dear?" Suzy's mother teased.
"Got the wagons in a circle?" Jack asked her father. "This is Indian country, you know. Ever think what they do to white squaws when they catch them?"
"I'd love to find out," Suzy's mother said hotly.
A female scream made Suzy's head jerk around sharply. A man was dragging his elegantly dressed woman toward the post Suzy was chained to. He forced her to her knees, whipped her hands behind the post and shackled them there. Then he did the same with her feet. She was on her knees, and the post, circled by her arms, ran up her back.
"Open your mouth," the man ordered.
The woman shook her head. The man's hand clamped on her hair and banged her head against the post. Brandishing his dick, he jammed it at her closed mouth.
"Open up!"
Suzy watched, her mouth watering, as the man shoved his dick into the woman's mouth. He drove his hard-on clear to her throat. Bound against the column the way she was, she was totally helpless. Suzy saw the woman's throat work as the cock was fucked in and out of her mouth.
Keeping her head braced back against the unyielding wood, the man rammed his dick into her with powerful swings of his hips. The woman's closed eyes leaked tears as she was raped in the face. Her chest rose and fell. Suzy could see the jutting tips of her tits moving against the tight blouse she was wearing. She was big titted, and the button between her knockers popped free when she sucked in a big breath. Her breasts heaved and shivered as the man ravished her.
Suzy purred deep in her throat as she watched the woman being so casually used. The sight of the meaty cock slamming in and out of the woman's lips made Suzy's nipples harden, made her cunt steam. The woman's total submission, the man's complete dominance, made Suzy's blood boil.
The man's dick began to pulse, and Suzy knew he was coming, pouring gout after thick, creamy gout of spunk down the woman's throat. The woman's lips worked as she swallowed desperately. A thick dribble of jizz drooled from the woman's mouth, down along the exposed length of the man's dick. She took wave after wave of his cum. Finally, the cock she was drawing on began to shrivel. The man drew his pecker out of her mouth.
A drop of spit and cum gleamed on her chin. She shuddered in the throes of an orgasm of her own. Her head was tipped back, her face a mask of pleasure.
The man left, leaving his victim still chained to the column. The woman roused and looked at Suzy. Suzy blinked at the woman with the jizz on her chin, kept her eyes emotionless behind her cat mask. Inside, Suzy was seething with cock-hunger.
Someone touched her unexpectedly, and Suzy flinched, and without thinking about it, bared her claws. Jack slashed her with the end of the chain he had unsnapped. It cut across her back-like fire, wrenched a gasp from her. "Come on," Jack ordered, jerking her to her feet. "I want you to watch the game I played with your mother when she was twelve years old."
"A spectator?" Suzy's mother commented as they came up to her.
"Let's say a student," Jack answered.
"Delightful!" Suzy's mother chuckled hotly and set her drink down. "I can't get over how young she looks. About the same age as Suzy, I'd say."
Suzy managed to flinch as her mother fondled one of her tits intimately, then pinched her hippies, then stroked her flanks. Suzy had never thought her mother was interested in sex. The discovery unsettled her, and excited her.
Jack fastened Suzy's leash to a different anchorage. "The Indians are attacking, sister dear," he announced.
"Oh, dear! Help!" Suzy's mother whispered as she was dragged to the unoccupied pillar.
She barely struggled at all as her arms were tied behind the post. Jack gave her a ringing slap that jerked her head around. Her cheek flared red and her eyes glittered. Suzy sucked in a gasp at the blow, and felt her face flush under the mask as she strained forward against her leash, trying to see better. The collar brought her up short, jerked her to a stop. She hissed angrily.
Jack ignored her, and grabbed the front of her mother's dress. A quick pull, and the dress parted along the seams, as if it had been designed to. He dragged the bodice down, bared Suzy's mother's titties. Then, cruelly, casually, he fondled his sister's knockers, twisted and mashed the big globes.
Suzy jerked against her leash again. She reached out. Her claws were within inches of the man torturing her mother. Her mother was writhing and squirming under the torment, enjoying it, enjoying what her brother was doing to her tender tits. Her struggles made her dress ride lower and lower on her hips. Finally, it fell around her feet. She was naked. Her crotch hair was a tightly kinked version of the brown hair on her head.
Jack hooked a hand into his sister's cunt. Suzy strained against the leash again. She bruised her throat as she tried to claw her uncle. Jack continued to ignore her, and began insolently pumping his finger in the woman's cunt. Suzy's mother heaved and jerked with lust as he finger-fucked her.
"Rope," Suzy's mother moaned. "Get more rope."
Suzy stopped battling the leash as the idea that her mother was enjoying what was being done to her finally penetrated. Jack grabbed the long end of the rope he had used to bind his sister's wrists, and began to wrap it around her and the post. The rope cut deep into the tender breasts that had nourished Suzy. Jack wound the rope around and around the weakly struggling woman, until she was barely able to breathe.
Then, Jack yanked her feet back and tied her ankles behind the column. The act split her crotch, made her pussy gape open, left her hanging from the pillar. She wriggled helplessly against her bonds. Her hips were humping hungrily.
Suzy was shivering with lust as she watched. She knew she was about to see her uncle plunge his towering pecker into the squirming, aroused woman, knew that it was what her mother wanted.
And Suzy was boiling, because she wanted the cock herself-wanted her uncle's cock.
Uncle Jack exposed his dick and stepped forward. He waved it in front of the woman's hungry eyes. He stared at her face, and stroked his dick-head up and down her twat, plowed her furrow with it. Suzy saw her mother lurch and jerk as the dick rasped over her cut.
Uncle Jack bent his knees a little, aimed his cock up into the spread snatch. He straightened, and his cock slid up into the hot tunnel. Suzy's mother yelled. Her jaw dropped as if the dick were going to emerge from her mouth after tearing up through her body.
With jerking thrusts of his hips, Jack pistoned his dick in the bound woman's cunt. His hips smashed her back against the post. Hanging from the ropes, she was jolted again and again and again by his towering cock. She was bellowing and wailing. Suzy's ears were ringing, so it sounded like her mother's yells were coming from miles away. Suzy stroked her pussy, felt her cat claws cut through her twat. She combed her snatch with the claws while she watched her mother getting raped.
Jack slammed up and froze for a moment. His ass clenched. He drew out, drove up again and held, and began to come. His ass spasmed. He unloaded his spunk into the mother, while the daughter watched. He poured gallons of jizz into the twat of the woman tied to the post. He didn't draw out until the last of his cream had left his balls. Then he stepped back. His limp prick spattered his sister's naked, spread thighs with cum. He watched her cunt ooze a thick trail of jism. Her twat was a sodden, stringy mess. She sagged against the ropes. She could hardly breathe, the bindings were so tight.
"What's new, pussycat?" Suzy's father asked, startling her. Then he grabbed her tit unexpectedly. His free hand blocked the vicious, reflex swing of her arm. Her claws had been bared, and if she had connected she would have ripped him to ribbons.
"Watch her claws," Jack cautioned, grabbing Suzy's other wrist.
Suzy writhed and spat at the two men holding her. Jack unsnapped her leash. She fought harder to get free, though she had no idea what she would do if she did get loose.
"We'd better cage her," Jack decided. "She needs taming."
"I'd love the chance," Suzy's father said eagerly.
Suzy was thrown into the shower. Jack had rigged makeshift bars across the opening, and slammed them on her as she spat and came at them. She crashed into the bars. She swung at them. They danced back from her flashing claws.
"I'll need a chair and whip," Suzy's father said, eyeing Suzy warily.
"And a gun-with blanks," Jack added, handing his brother-in-law the requested items. Apparently he had had them ready ahead of time.
Suzy hissed and backed away. The gate was opened, and her father came in. He held a kitchen chair in one hand and a long whip in the other. He looked like a lion tamer. She backed up against the wall. She didn't want to attack him, but she didn't want to feel the bite of that whip, either.
The whip cracked, seared her naked skin. She struck, swatted the chair, tried to knock it aside. The whip struck again, bit her ribs like hot steel. She yowled and struck at the chair again. The whip coiled around one foot, was jerked, and she went down. She hit the floor with bruising force. When she looked up, she realized that she and her father were the center of attention. Even her mother was watching. Evidently someone had freed her from the post.
The whip burned from around her ankle and Suzy started to get up. But the whip cut her again. She rolled away from the stinging lash. Her father had never hit her in her life. Now he was trying to cut her to ribbons with a whip.
She slammed against a wall, and the whip slashed the insides of her open thighs, almost cut her cunt. She lurched out of the corner and scrambled away. The whip followed her, seared her ass. She stumbled and rolled into another corner. She tried to huddle there, only to be driven out by the stinging lash. She scrambled desperately around on all fours. The claws in the mittens scratched noisily on the hard tile.
She banged up against the bars, and suddenly her arms were pinned back against the steel. She watched her sweating father stalk toward her, the deadly whip ready in his right hand. She braced herself for a burning cut. The whip whistled. She shrieked as it bit into her tender stomach. It struck again, and suddenly one of her tits was on fire. Another blow, and the other breast was a knot of pain. She struggled weakly against the hands holding her against the bars. The whip cut her exposed torso again and again and again.
Then the whipping stopped, and her father was fumbling with her mask, trying to get it off her.
"No!" Jack snapped. "The mask stays on."
Suzy froze. What would her father do if he found it was his own daughter he had been beating to shreds? What would he say if he discovered his daughter at an orgy? Suzy shivered.
"Open the gate, Lilith," Jack ordered, still keeping Suzy helpless.
Lilith was there? The lesbian sadist that had sold them the mask and claws? Lilith knew who Suzy was. What if Lilith used her name? That would surely let the cat out of the bag.
The combination of terror and pain made Suzy hornier than she had ever been in her life. She felt the gate she was pinned to swing open, and swung back with it, dragging her feet. Then, before she could do anything, she was being dragged across the room to the columns. Her wrists were shackled, and she was hauled up until her feet just barely brushed the floor.
In seconds, she was spread-eagled between the two columns. She watched as her uncle and her father both stripped naked in front of her. She felt her cunt seething at the sight of her father's swaying cock. Her eyes flicked to her uncle's prick, and her twat clenched with excitement.
Her father stepped up to her, set his dick in her cunt, and drove it up into her snatch with one powerful thrust. The shackles on her wrists and ankles clinked. The wind was driven from her body by the sudden glutting of her cunt. Her arms felt as if they were being dragged out of their sockets.
Something touched her butt, probed between her ass-cheeks. Uncle Jack was back there! He was nuzzling his dick at her ass-hole. They'd tear her wide open with their two big cocks!
The pressure on her crapper increased, and she fought to let her uncle into her shitter. She felt her bung drive inward, then slowly begin to open as the drilling cock-head continued its relentless pressure. Her father's cock socketed in her cunt, she fought to let her uncle's drive up into her ass. She was willing to let them split her wide open.
Her ass burned, stung, blazed as the cock augered up into her. She thought she could feel the ring of muscle tearing as her uncle drove up into her. His path was greased only by the lubrication left on his dick from the fucking he had given Suzy's mother.
Suzy whined like a cat in heat as she hung from the chains and took the two cocks. Her ass snapped, and she thought she was dying. Then the pain was fading, being replaced by pleasure. There was an exquisite burning, and there was pressure in her bowels. It felt like she needed to crap, and she knew she was getting dick way up into her butt. She let out a yowl of pleasure as she was stuffed to the bursting point with cock.
Her head rolled and she squirmed with pleasure as she was pinned between her uncle and her father. She looked down, and her eyes met her mother's. The woman was watching! Right in front of her mother's eyes, Suzy was being double-fucked while hanging from chains!
Suddenly, Lilith, naked, was there too. She drove her thumbs down on Suzy's mother's shoulders. Suzy could feel the unbearable pain herself. She watched as her mother was driven to her knees, then forced to eat cunt.
Suzy began to come as the cocks ravaged her two holes. The shackles, padded though they were, bit into her wrists and ankles as she was jolted by the men's powerful drives. She didn't know if her father had come once already that evening or not, but she knew Jack had. That meant her uncle's staying power would be brutal, that her ass was going to get pounded for an eternity. And it felt so wonderful she hoped it would. She prayed it would. She was coming endlessly from the cocks pistoning in her. A seething knot of lust was hanging from the chains in a cat mask. Her hands flexed, and her claws sheathed and unsheathed. She was a cat in the grip of pure sensual pleasure.
Lilith was grinding her crotch down on Suzy's mother's face, and grinning up at Suzy. Suzy remembered the salty yellow flood that had burst over her own face, and wondered if her mother would get pissed on, too. It seemed too good a chance for Lilith to miss. Suzy waited, held her breath. Then it happened. Suzy had to shut her eyes to block out the sight of pee sluicing over her mother's lust-racked face.
Suzy's own orgasm crested, and she felt the cock in her cunt begin to spasm and jet. Her father fired his thick load of jism up into her snatch. She felt it drizzle down around his still-spurting pecker and flood down the insides of her thighs. Jack's dong began to leap, and hot cream erupted deep into her bung, filled her ass-hole. The two jerking cocks stimulated each other. They kept hosing and hosing and hosing her, and she kept coming and coming and coming. Then everything hazed out and she was swept away on a boiling tide of cum.
When she came to, she was swinging from the chains. She felt cold, sticky cum streaming down her thighs as she hung in midair. In front of her, her mother slumped weakly. She was covered with Lilith's cum and piss.
Suzy swung her head on an aching neck, and surveyed the room. The satanic man was lying on top of his woman, on her back. From the looks of it, he had either just taken her doggy-fashion or had just buggered her, and she had slumped forward with exhaustion. Other couples were tangled in various obscene poses.
Janet had been bound against the ladder-like wall. Billy was still pumping his dick in her blonde twat. As Suzy watched, her cousin began to come. He poured his jizz into his father's mistress with powerful jerks of his ass. Then Suzy was being released. She sagged to the floor, totally exhausted.
Without really meaning to, she curled up like a cat, and dozed off while the party went on around her. She roused when she heard voices near her.
"Well, we're sorry we missed Suzy," her mother was saying to Jack.
"I didn't think she should be here for this," Jack said. "That's why I intercepted that letter of yours telling when you'd be here."
"That was a good idea. I wondered how we would handle it," her father commented.
Suzy was listening carefully.
"Why not bring her to a party some time?" Jack asked.
"My baby?" Suzy's mother exclaimed.
"Who better to introduce her to the pleasure of submission than her loving Uncle Jack?" Jack asked. "Think it over."
"Maybe when she's older," Suzy's mother countered. "Right now, we better go before she comes back and finds us here."
"Oh, she never comes in here," Jack lied.
"Well, it would be awkward to meet her coming in the door."
"I don't think that's very-likely. Oh, when should I tell her you'll be back?" Jack asked. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," her father answered.
Suzy felt a wave of sadness. Her time with her uncle was almost over.
"Think about having her at a party," Jack urged.
Suzy lay still until there was silence, then raised her head.
Jack reached down, unfastened the cat paws, removed her hood, started to take off the collar.
"No, not that," Suzy said, stopping him. "Never."
"Don't you think they'll get suspicious?" Jack asked.
Suzy shook her head. "I don't care."
She sucked in her uncle's withered dick, tried to bring it back to life with her lips and tongue. She wanted his spunk in her one last time. She sucked and tongued his spent pecker until it poked the back of her mouth. Then she deep-throated him. At last she was rewarded with a hot, spurting load of cum down her gullet. She didn't let him go until his dick was limp and drained. She didn't want to ever let him go.
