Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-And are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Alena Murdock and her two young daughters, Trina and Melony, discover that the time has come to pay for the way they have treated Gabe Murdock, the supposed head of this family. He has been pushed far enough, and now it is his turn to strike back, enabling him to not only take control of his family but also of his own destiny.
FAMILY TRAINED BY TORTURE is the story of one American family and how they are controlled by forces beyond their control.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Gabe Murdock pushed his bound naked daughter Trina into a windowless stone-walled cell and slammed the barred steel door shut behind her. It clanged and locked with a cold ringing sound that echoed harshly in one of three basement rooms beneath their rambling old house on a hill in one of the sprawling suburbs that encircle L.A., where he lived with his wife and two daughters.
She screamed, "Daddy, why are you doing this to me? I hate being locked up. Let me go, please!"
He coldly ignored her frantic pleas and began to unbutton his shirt. His lips curled into a lewd grin.
Trina sobbed hysterically, tugging in terrified rage at the pair of handcuffs that locked her wrists behind her back. He had caught her just coming out of the shower upstairs, grabbing from behind, taking her by complete surprise. Trina didn't even know who it was at first. Now that she did, it only increased her fear. Her own father was acting like a madman, undressing right in front of her and leering in a way that made her skin crawl.
"I'm supposed to be meeting my friends right now," she said in a weak and pleading voice. It was Friday afternoon, the start of the Labor Day weekend. Trina had planned to spend it at a three-day party a girlfriend was giving at her parents' beach house.
"Your friends aren't expecting you," Gabe said as he stripped off his faded blue work shirt. "I called earlier and told them you were all tied up!"
Trina snarled, as angry now as she was frightened. "You said I could go. So did mom!"
"Your mother is fool enough to believe there won't be any boys at that party. I'm not." Gabe was loosening his belt. "I know you were going to that party to get yourself fucked!"
"So what if I was?" she snapped back with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm old enough to do what I want."
"You only think so, swaying your hips like a seductive little tease every time a man or a boy walks by. Flaunting your sexy ass like it was for sale. You even do that around me, for God's sake!"
"I'm not ashamed of being pretty and sexy," she said. "I'm proud of it. I like it when guys look at me!"
"This weekend I'm doing more than look, Trina." Gabe had kicked off his boots and was pulling down his pants.
She cried, "Oh, Jesus Christ!'"
"What's the matter? Haven't you seen a naked cock before?"
"N-n-no, I haven't. And I don't want to now. Not yours. Not like this!" she sobbed.
"You were sure anxious to get away from here and spread your legs before," he reminded her. Gabe had stripped himself nude and was unlocking the cell door.
"That's different. I love my boyfriend Bill!"
"Love," he said with a sneer. "You aren't old enough to know what that word means. You've got a mad galloping case of hot pants and that's all."
"Bill wouldn't treat me like this," she moaned.
"Yeah, I'll bet he's been real sweet while trying to get into your pants. Once he does that, he'll drop you like a hot rock and go looking for another good fuck. I know, I was his age once."
"Back in the dark ages," she said scornfully.
"Cocks haven't changed much," Gabe said, ignoring the insult. He was thirty-eight.
For ten years he'd worked as a set technician, helping to build, modify and maintain the various false-fronted buildings on the back lot of an independent film studio. It was work that he really liked.
Then property values began to soar. The studio was closed, the buildings torn down and the land sold to a big real estate developer. Gabe was kept on doing regular construction work, building a modern condominium complex where his world of make-believe had once stood.
It wasn't the same, and neither was he. Gabe was a bitter man with a broken dream. Without a job he really liked, it didn't take him long to discover how dull and boring his life had become.
His wife Alena was a compulsive volunteer worker, always off at one club meeting or another, or busy at home planning a charity ball or a bake sale. The security of marriage and the press of her outside activities had turned a loving woman into a frigid bitch who seldom had the time to fuck.
That was when Gabe began work in the basement of the rambling old house his grandfather had built and willed to him. When the studio and unwanted sets were being torn down, Gabe was given the job of hauling things to the dump. What he wanted he dropped off at home instead.
In a year he had transformed the three seldom-used basement rooms into his own private dream world. He was the stern warden of the prison where Trina was now, and the master of two other exotic rooms he had yet to reveal. The prospect thrilled him as much as the quiver of his daughter's sexy young ass.
He touched her shoulder and said in a somber tone, "It's time now."
"Time for what?" Trina shrieked in alarm.
"You know. The court has denied your last appeal. The sentence must be carried out." Gabe turned her around with a firm hand.
"What sentence?"
"The electric chair. It's waiting behind that black curtain just across the aisle. Come with me, it's a short walk. Precisely thirteen steps!"
"Daddy, have you gone crazy?"
"No, you have. You've ignored my advice, flaunted my authority. You strut and display yourself like a whore-you must be punished!" He tugged a cord and swirled the black curtain back.
The sight of the electric chair made Trina gasp. It stood in a glowing circle of light from a hidden fixture somewhere above. It was a simple wooden chair with heavy leather straps to bind arms and legs and cinch across the chest. Up the back there were two gleaming metal strips through which the current would pass.
Gabe unlocked the handcuffs and pushed Trina into the chair. Before she could even think to move, he had her right arm strapped down.
His work-hardened hands caught her other wrist and forced it down onto the arm of the chair. He pulled and cinched the heavy strap tight. Trina snarled and tried to kick, but he restrained her, strapping her ankles to the stout legs of the menacing chair. Then he looped a broad strap across her chest just below her tits.
Trina gasped when he pulled it tight. She was trying to tell herself it was all a harmless prank. He'd been a great practical joker. There was always a sly twinkle in his eyes, a mirthful and boyish grin.
Those were gone now. Gabe's jaw was set and his eyes looked stern. And, being stark naked, he looked both frightening and faintly ridiculous. His cock was hard and throbbing. Almost a foot long and webbed with coarse blue veins, his prick looked like a sinister club of flesh.
Trina cringed, watching him walk to the far wall where a switch panel was mounted, an ominous thing with two metal blades and a huge wooden handle. She tried to control her rasping breaths, to tell herself that it was all illusion like the horror films he used to help make. None of the terror was real, it was only fabricated in the mind by visions of things that weren't as they seemed.
She wasn't on Death Row in some sinister prison, she was in the basement of her own suburban home. The electric chair wasn't real, it was part of an old movie set-convincing, but only a threat if her mind let it be one. Trina summoned up all her strength and courage. Then Gabe pulled the switch and sent the current sparking through her luscious young body.
Trina's head jerked violently, swirling her long chestnut hair. The jarring shock made her nipples swell and quiver. Every muscle tensed and trembled in a spastic frenzy of electrical pain. Her arms and legs fought the binding leather straps. Her body wrenched but couldn't escape the agonizing shock. She wanted to scream, but her mind and body were fast being numbed into oblivion. Trina's mouth opened, but she found herself paralyzed and unable to make a sound.
Gabe watched intently, his lips curled, his eyes bright with a sadistic gleam. His hardened cock twitched and jerked in lewd spasms as her lush body weakened to the shock of pain. He opened the switch and stopped the surge of current just a second before Trina passed out.
She slumped against the broad strap bound beneath her tits. Her head drooped, mouth agape. Even with the power off, the pain still echoed in her jangled nerves. Gabe adjusted the controls, then he walked to the sturdy wooden chair and flipped a lever on her left side. The chair flopped back like a recliner, spreading her flat but still bound by the tightly cinched straps.
Precisely ten seconds later something clicked on the control panel and Trina was given a brief shock. It was a mild tingle that lasted only a second, but was long and strong enough to reawaken her cringing fear. Trina shivered, fearing that her senses would be numbed again.
But this shock sparked a different reaction. She felt a warm and restless surge of blood in her young tits and virgin pussy mound.
"Your nerves send tiny electrical impulses to your brain," Gabe said. "The greater your pleasure or pain, the stronger they are. I have the machine on its lowest setting now, programmed to give a mild charge every ten seconds."
"Aaagggh!" Trina felt it again, a jolt that was not clearly pleasure or pain. It might have been either, or both. It ended before she could decide, but it left her body quaking.
Gabe cupped his hands over her quivering tits and massaged her nipples with circular strokes of his thumbs. Her dark nubs swelled and pulsed as though given another mild shock. As the ninth second ticked away, Gabe lifted his hands and the tingling current sparked through her restrained body again. The sensation was almost the same as his touch. It made her squirm and wonder if she loved or hated what he was doing to her.
He kneaded her firm sharp tits more demandingly the next time. Gabe could feel the throb of rushing blood as her nipples swelled with the heat of lust. He was counting off the seconds in his mind as they passed, and he jerked his hands away just an instant before the next shock hit.
Trina's body arched to escape the metal strips that fired the current into her. She couldn't. The straps were too tight. And the shock was stronger this time. It sent a bolt of shimmering heat to her loins that made her pussy squirm and seep damp warmth.
"The power surges will be a little stronger each time," Gabe said. "Just as the shocks of pleasure increase gradually when you masturbate. You have done that, haven't you?"
"Yes," Trina confessed. "Lots of times."
"And doesn't this make you shiver with the same kind of anxious desire?"
"No, I hate this! I don't want you to touch me or shock me again. Let me go! Please, Daddy. Please! Aaagggh!" Another automatically timed jolt made her lush body heave.
"Then why is your clit bulging right out of its hooded sheath?" he asked, staring and wetting his lips.
"I-I don't know!"
"I do, Your horny little clit wants even more stimulation. It's bulging and begging for more."
"Nuuungh," she groaned, taking another shock that further confused her tangled emotions.
Gabe laughed and bent over her crotch, curling his tongue around her pink button of flesh. The shock of that jarred her as sharply as the pulsing surges of current. Trina gasped and arched all that her binding straps would allow.
He stayed on her, lapping and stroking with his tongue until the next shock hit. The jolt sparked between them just as though Gabe's tongue was a high voltage line. It made them both writhe in tormented delight, and the sparking vibrations still flowed when the timer had switched the power off.
His tongue probed the soft outer lips of her hairy pussy, parting them slowly, dipping and burrowing into her tender young cunt slit. He pressed his tongue against her cherry as the next electric shock coursed through her and into him.
Trina screamed because the eerie shock seemed to spark from her cherry to his tongue. Where their moist flesh touched, the contact was best.
"You will feel a shock even greater when my cock rips through your virgin's seal," he said, licking and smacking his lips.
"You aren't going to do that to me, are you? Not really!"
"Yes, really. It's been years since I've fucked a tender young virgin-months since I've fucked a woman at all. Your mother has no time for me now. But that will change this weekend too!"
"But why me?" Trina cried.
"Because you were going to lose your cherry tonight anyway. Why shouldn't it belong to me? Why shouldn't you be your father's girl first?"
"It's a sin!" she screamed.
"Only in your mind. Your pussy can't tell one cock from another." He was climbing up between her bound legs, slanting the bulbous head of his throbbing cock to touch her clit.
Just as he touched her tender bud, the jolt of current shot through her again. Trina's body thrashed and twisted under the straps. Stinging pain seemed to arc from her tender love button to the tip of his cock.
Gabe sighed and shivered.
"That's more spark of life than I've felt from your mother in years," he said with a lewd grin. "I love what my special chair does to you. Your body has no choice but to respond!"
"Ungh," she groaned, her eyes wide and glassy with fright. Her father was fucking his cock into her slowly. She felt his prickhead press on her chercy. Power shot between them and she screamed, jarred by the shock.
Gabe roared and pressed harder, ripping the thin seal of her cunt with one vicious lunge. He slid through the tear and was in her to the root before Trina even realized it. Her body still quaked from the electrical shock, but the hot demanding pulse of his big cock was even more jarring.
"You've done it!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "My own father! You've fucked me!"
"No, dear. I've just started...."
CHAPTER TWO
Gabe drew back with a smugly satisfied grin. He arched high over her so that only the rubbery tip of his bloated cockhead remained in the mouth of her seething cunt.
Trina whined an anguished cry. His cock seemed to spark like a lightning rod. She gaped in awe.
His thick hard cock was streaked with blood from one end to the other.
"My blood," Trina realized in shock. She could feel it seeping from the ripped cherry that had sealed her cunt.
"And you've just started to bleed," he chuckled happily, fucking into her again. "Your cherry will be sore and gushing when I've reamed you a few more times."
She felt the heated stab of his long prick and a jarring shock from the wired chair of torture at the same time. They felt exactly the same except that one shot upward, the other straight down.
Her pussy shuddered and made damp squishing sounds as he fucked in and out, driving and twisting his thick cock to demolish every last trace of her virginity.
"Mother will hate you for this," she moaned.
"Your mother will have pains and pleasures of her own to worry about." Gabe laughed like a wild raving lunatic and fucked the same way.
He fucked hard and fast, hardly noticing the electric shocks that jarred his daughter's body and made her tender cunt squirm even more. Wet bands of muscle pulsed and squeezed around his cock.
The faster his cock rammed in, the worse it hurt. Gabe's driving weight made her breath gush. Trina fought to get it back. Her pussy clenched in writhing horror, brutalized by his relentless pounding. She had never thought that fucking could go on so long. Girls she knew said boys came almost at once.
Dizzy and short of breath, she heard the slap of his hard muscles on her soft flesh. Each thrust was a timed shock like those from the hated chair.
Her pussy seethed in tormented contractions, so racked by pain that her senses blurred. Trina thought for a moment that her body was floating weightless in space.
She had grown used to the straining thickness of his hot cockshaft, the way his prick pulsed lewdly so deep inside. Trina enjoyed that sensation. It dulled the pain of frequent electrical jolts.
Soon even those left her tingling expectantly: Her father bowed his head down to kiss and suck one tit then the other. His whipping tongue felt like a live wire. Pleasure seemed to arc between them, and Trina didn't understand it.
Her face slackened into a dazed look of confusion. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Both her pussy and her sucked nipples were heating up, tingling with needle-sharp stabs of pleasure.
"Soon even the memory of pain will fade," he promised, sucking down hard on her tit again, lashing the nipple with his tongue while his meaty cock continued a jackhammer rhythm.
Trina felt sharper jabbing shocks and wasn't even aware the automatic timer had run its full course nd had turned off the power completely. The savage jolts came only from Gabe's cock and the pull of his lips.
Her pussy wrenched and squirmed, milking his long prick when he fucked in, clamping hard when he rooted deep, wanting to hold him there. It was agonizing delight when he drew back. Slithering waves of muscle gripped and sqeezed in a frenzy of need.
Even the tattered wound of her ruined cherry tingled now. The flow of blood had slowed. Mixed with her profuse outpouring of fuck honey, blood now glossed his whipping cock with a silver-pink sheen.
Trina just had to watch, entranced by the size and throbbing vigor of his prick. She found it hard to believe that such a huge spike of muscle could be fucking into her and feeling good. But it did. And not just good-it was great!
"I knew I'd make you love my cock," he said. "And I'll fuck you better than any young boy!"
"Grungh! I believe it. Your cock is so big and hard! Doesn't it ever get tired? Doesn't it want to shoot off?"
"It will soon. Your writhing pussy is making my balls churn up a big load!"
"Really? You like what my cunt is doing to you?"
Gabe nodded. "But you'll get better. Before this weekend is over, you'll learn a lot of new ways to please a man's cock."
"I only want yours, Daddy. It's my first, and I know it's the best. Who cares if mother won't fuck you anymore? You can have me! I want you to fuck me again and again!"
He laughed, knowing that Trina had no idea what was in store for her. Gabe had years of disappointment and frustration to make up for and lewd delights in mind that she could not even imagine.
His cock throbbed in a heated frenzy when he thought about all that he had so carefully planned and worked to build. Trina felt that throbbing and thought the current had been turned on full. Her body trembled just as it had then. The innocent young teen didn't even recognize the start of her first real climax.
Wringing pussy spasms made her gasp weakly. All her strength was centered in her pussyhole. Blood rushed to her cunt from all over her body. Her fingers and toes felt numb beneath the tightly cinched straps that restrained her.
Gabe's mind was a heated blur except for sensing the stirring in his balls. They slapped against Trina's taut young ass each time he fucked forward to fill her eager cunt. Jarring ripples ran up his cockshaft.
He began to moan, feeling his whole body tighten with anticipation of blessed relief. His balls swelled with the pressure of their steaming load. Cum surged upward, boiling out. Then he dropped all his weight on her and fired.
Trina felt the first searing hot jet of cum, as strong and hot as an electric shock. But the clinging heat lingered. She could feel his cum, warm and slick, dripping slowly from the walls and roof of her writhing cunt tunnel.
Jism came in quick spurts after that, hard and fast. Trina gulped and moaned as she took each one. The fiery liquid heat was so great that it made her eyes water and made her drool. When she swiped her lips with her tongue, she tasted the salt of her own sweat.
Cum greased Gabe's mighty cock so that he could fuck harder and faster in smooth gliding delight. The spread of cum touched every tender nerve in her pussy.
It was salve for her wounded cherry. Trina had forgotten the pain of it splitting in two. Gabe's fierce cock fucked through the lost cherry faster than once per second, but she felt only pleasure from raw, freshly exposed virgin nerves.
Friends had warned her not to expect much but pain the first time, and, with the cruelty of bondage and the shock of the wired death chair, she had experienced more of that than she'd thought it possible to bear. But now she was feeling pleasures that were unexpected and intense to the point of blocking all memory of pain.
Trina squealed and tensed, her body in the grip of racking delight. Her pussy had been fucked full, cum dripping down her creamy smooth thighs. Her father was grunting and still pumping more, his hands clamped her on her sharp tits, kneading and mauling them ever more gently as the fury of his lewd vigor was drained away.
Gabe gave one last roar and fucked his cock in. A small creamy spurt dribbled form the tip of his cock and he rested, gasping, his weight crushing her soft body on the hardness of the wooden chair.
Trina felt one lingering shock of delight after another. Her pussy clenched softly, echoing tremors of joy that left her breathless and wide-eyed. Her arms strained, wanting to hug him around the neck. That was when she became aware of the binding straps again.
"Let me go now," she said. "I'm yours. You've taken my cherry. I'll do anything you want."
"You will because you're my prisoner ... my helpless sex slave."
"I'm already a slave to your big cock. I can still feel it twitching inside of me. I'll do anything I can to please you," she assured him softly.
"Anything?" he questioned severely. "Will you suck my cock while it's still slick with cum and virgin blood?"
"Ungh, no!" she said, making a face of disgust.
Gabe laughed and said, "I didn't think so. And will you let me fuck that sexy little ass you're so fond of flaunting?"
"Aagh, that's even worse. I've never even heard of anyone wanting to do that."
"So you must remain my prisoner until you experience all those pleasures, because know you will find them loathsome at first. Your mother's constant bitching and frequent denials have left me with no patience. This weekend I'm taking what I want and when I want it."
Gabe pulled out of her and stood by the chair with his cock drooping in a curve. Silver smears of cum, vivid streaks of cherry stain and almost-clear fuck juice mixed to give it an eerie sheen.
He stood grinning, watching her look at the bent prick that had changed her from girl to woman with one ripping thrust. "Be glad it's partly soft. That will make it easier for you to swallow the first time."
"It won't all fit in my mouth," she moaned.
"I know that. The head and half my long shaft will slide into your throat. That should be tighter than even a virgin's cunt!"
"I'll choke!" she cried.
"Maybe," he said, wanting her to fear the worst.
Gabe reached down and tripped the chair control lever again. Trina let out a cry of distress. Her head was tipping down, her back rising into a high arch. He adjusted the height of the chair so her gaping mouth was at crotch level, her luscious blood-and-cum-wet cunt up and thrust toward him by the bend of the chair.
Trina's hot blood rushed to her head, drumming in her temples like thunder. Her back bent and head tilted down, she was soon dizzy, her mind a swirl of confusion.
Only the tightly cinched leather straps kept her from sliding down onto the concrete floor. They chafed harder now, rubbing her tender skin raw. Trina felt dull pains in her wrists and ankles. The broad strap across her chest made it harder to breathe than before.
She cringed in fear and disgust, gazing now from an upside-down position at her father's dangling cock. She could see a drop of partly dried cum beaded on the tip, gleaming like a pearl in the harsh light that now shined down straight into her eyes.
The glare made her eyes water and wince shut. Tears ran toward the top of her head, into her brown hair. The long waves reached the floor and Gabe stepped on them as he came near.
"Yeeeow!" she cried, jerking her head, which only made the pain worse. It was an accident, but Gabe liked the touch of her silk strands on his bare feet. He wiggled his toes in them while working his cock toward her mouth.
Trina still had her eyes closed, the but scent of cock was strong. Her lips trembled. Her body tensed with the chilling fear of uncertainty. The idea of sucking a man's wet and bloody prick was disgusting.
"Open your mouth," he said firmly.
"Nungh!" she snarled through clenched teeth, shaking her head despite a swell of nausea that almost overcame her. Being upside down and able to breathe nothing but the rank scent of cock was terrible.
Gabe shook his head in mock sadness and said, "You should learn to do what you're told. It would be easier that way." Then he laughed and drew two metal hooks from recesses in the chair frame beside her head.
The knobbed tips of them curved toward the back of her jaw hinge. Gabe spun a little chrome wheel behind her head and drew them inward until one knob pressed on each cheek between her upper and lower teeth.
"This is my own invention," he said proudly. "I know how reluctant some women are to suck cock the first time-, especially one that is ripe with blood and cum." He turned the wheel and increased the pressure.
Twin chrome knobs pressed closer together, indenting her soft cheeks and forcing her teeth apart. Trina's mouth inched open, and she gurgled an anguished cry. The pressure was enough to cut her cheek where it was pressed hard against the sharp edge of a back tooth.
Trina tasted the coppery-sweet taste of her own blood. A tiny drop, but enough to make her strain her jaw wide. "Don't hurt me," she begged in a voice distorted by the pressure on her jaw.
"Obey me and the pain will be forgotten," he said.
Trina's eyes flicked open and gazed in horrified fascination at the bowed shaft of his cock coming toward her lips. She wanted to clamp her mouth shut, but the metal knobs pressed between her back teeth made that impossible.
She drew her lips taut and tried to seal them, but the sleek friction only delighted Gabe's cock when he eased his prick in. Her tongue tried to pull away from the rubbery head of his cock, but there wasn't room enough in her mouth.
She tasted the slickness of his cum, the coppery tang of her virgin blood and the musky flavor of her simmering fuck honey, the odd blend made her face wrinkle in disgust. Gabe didn't care, he pushed more cock in to fill her mouth.
"Mummmph," she groaned, her voice muffled by his big prick. The liquid smears warmed inside her mouth and began to drip. Their taste became stronger. Trina gasped cries of torment, wincing at the taste.
Gabe felt her tongue buckle beneath his cockshaft as his prick slid to the back of her mouth. He liked that. Sighing, he pushed again and entered the narrow tube of her throat.
His warm hairy ball sac fell on her forehead. Then the dangling balls covered her eyes. Trina smelled the sweat of male lust, and her father was grunting, fucking his cock deeper still.
She wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.
His prick swelled fully hard in the slithering tunnel of her throat. Gabe drew back, paused to hear her breathe, then pushed in again. The glossy fluids on his long prickshaft didn't taste so bad the second time, but her tongue still recoiled.
Trina's lips could feel the veins of his cock pulse as he pushed through. With her cheeks pushed in by the knobbed clamp that forced her jaw open, she couldn't spread her lips enough to avoid touching his hammering long prick.
The throb of his cock matched the beat of her own racing heart. Blood rushed to her upper body and heated her throat. Gabe fucked in and out of her mouth, bowing his head to suck Trina's wet cunt at the same time.
She gasped in delighted shock when he lapped and sucked on her pussy. His excitement increased hers. She gurgled anxious moans and sucked hard on his cock with her warm lips.
Gabe whirled her clit with his rasping tongue and made her cunt seethe with joy. He fucked harder and faster, using her mouth and throat just like a cunt.
Trina felt her dizziness increase. The straps chafed her flesh, his wiry cock hair scraped her lips, and he was sucking hard on the lips of her pussy. Another scream swelled in her chest with no place to go.
Her tits pressed against his lower belly as he bent over her. They smoldered like glowing embers, firm and warm against his skin.
Rippled muscles caressed her nipples as he fucked his cock into her pliant throat and bobbed his head to feast on wet cunt. It was strange torture, but she was starting to delight in it.
CHAPTER THREE
Gabe slowed his furious fucking to let her savor the taste of his bloodied prick. Her cringing lips had almost wiped his cock clean, and now they were sucking eagerly. Trina's tongue rippled on the tender underside of his cock and he loved that. It made him sigh in absolute rapture.
She stroked her tongue faster. Learning to provide the pleasures he demanded was the only way she knew to escape the torment of restraint.
"You're getting better," he said. "You must like having your face fucked."
"Ungh-hungh," she gurgled, nodding her head. That changed the way her soft lips and sleek throat hugged his cock, varying the joyous friction. Trina felt his cock twitch and she kept it up.
"I hope your mother learns to suck cock as quickly as you have," he said. "She's hated it all these years. But you're going to love it, aren't you? You want me to shoot jism into your throat!"
Trina kept nodding her head wildly, not because she really liked the idea of her father going off in her mouth, but because she was afraid to stop and deny him the pleasure he so much enjoyed.
Gabe began to breathe faster. Trina recognized the signs now. Her father's climax was building. She felt his hard-muscled body tense, his cock twitch with shivers of expectation.
He fucked deeply and let his prick linger, savoring the writhing contractions of her throat, as good as any pussy he'd ever been in-including Trina's young virgin cunt. Much better than his frigid bitch wife's frosty pussy tube.
Gabe fucked into her and let out a roar, his prick gushing jism like a fleshy fountainhead. Cum shot upward, into her upside-down throat. Her position made it hard to swallow, but Trina tried.
She milked more jetting cum from him. What she couldn't manage to swallow ran into her mouth, puddling slick and warm around her upper teeth.
Jism filled the hollow domed roof of her mouth. Cum bubbled out when he fucked his cock in, running slick and hot across her upper lip. Streams of quicksilver creamed from the corners of her mouth and ran into her hair. One from the middle dripped into her nose.
Trina could hardly breathe. She snorted to clear the creamy goo that filled her nostrils. Gabe just kept fucking, pumping more cum than she thought any man should have as a second load.
She was weak and gasping, on the verge of passing out when he finally gave a satisfied moan. Then he pulled his dripping wet cock out and tipped the chair suddenly back to a normal sitting position.
All the blood that had rushed to her head flooded into her goin. Trina sighed. She could breathe, still gurgling, but was now able to swallow the slick cum in her throat. The creamy salt-sweet taste delighted her because it meant that her ordeal was over. At least for the moment. She had no idea what her father planned to do next.
He was grinning at her, licking his lips. Gabe hadn't sucked her cunt or licked her clit quite enough to bring her to a climax. He wanted her hot and anxious. And now, with blood rushing into her crotch, her pussy lips puffed and seemed to blush.
"Are you going to fuck me again?" she asked.
"Yes, I am." He began to unbuckle the straps over her chafed wrists. "But not in the chair. And not in the pussy either," he said with a leering grin. "This time I want your ass!"
"Nnnooo!"
"You've been flaunting it," he said. "You tempt me with your sexy little ass every time you walk by."
"I didn't mean to do that."
"Bullshit!" Gabe was bending down to loosen the straps binding her ankles to the legs of the chair. "You won't be so anxious to shake your tail after it's felt a big cock!"
"You can't do that to me!" she howled.
"Oooh, yes, I can, baby. I just might like ass-fucking best of all. Your mother has never let me do it to her."
"That's not my fault."
"No, but you're going to learn better." He unbuckled the broad strap across her tits and pulled Trina to her feet.
She was unsteady, still dizzy from lack of breath and from dangling too long with her head upside down. Jism that had run into her hair was now dripping back, down her forehead, into her eyebrows and around her nose.
"Into your cell," Gabe commanded her.
Trina was too weak to offer resistance. He pushed her ahead of him and touched a button on the wall just outside her cell. A whirring sound came from overhead and a broad iron collar, open like the letter "C", was lowered on a swaying length of heavy chain.
"Wh-what's that for?"
"Your pretty neck!"
"You're going to collar me like a dog?"
"No, like the slave bitch you are." Gabe grabbed the collar when it dropped low enough to be locked around her neck. It clanked shut with a ringing sound that sent shivers of new panic down Trina's spine.
The cold, two-inch-wide iron collar locked so tight that it pressed on the strained cords of her neck. Trina was screaming at the top of her lungs in sheer terror. "Help me! Oh, God! Somebody help me! Rape! Murder! Police!"
Gabe just let her wail. It amused him. "A lot of sound-proofing material is used in a movie studio," he said. "Your mother couldn't hear you if she were in the next room. And she soon will be!"
He grabbed her arms and jerked them high over her head.
"Aaagh," she groaned. Trina glanced up fearfully and saw a pair of manacles dangling from the main chain on shorter lengths that dropped them just to the wrists of her outstretched arms.
"They'll keep your hands and arms from getting in my way," he said, locking one metal cuff and then the other. "And it will give you a way to support your weight when I raise the chain."
"Raise it? No, it's tight already!"
"Not tight enough," Gabe said. He touched another button just outside the door and the chain began to pull back into the ceiling.
"Aaagggh!" Trina went up on tiptoes, and still the chain pulled higher. "I'm going to choke!" she screamed.
Her toes were swaying, barely able to touch the floor.
"Flex your arms. You can take the weight off your neck that way."
"Ungh, yes ... but for how long?" Her arms strained and felt tired already.
"You're young and athletic," Gabe said confidently. "You planned to attend a three-day fuckfest at that beach house. Think of the strength and endurance that would demand."
"But there I wouldn't be hanging like a prisoner on the gallows." Trina was swaying, her toes an agonizing quarter of an inch above the floor.
Gabe got a sinister-looking cat-o'-nine-tails from somewhere outside the cell and came back lashing the air with its multiple tongues.
"This ought to heat your ass up for fucking," he said.
Each of the nine strands had a leather thong knotted at the tip for extra sting. The handle was black plastic, molded in the shape of a man's cock, a foot long. Gabe's fist was clenched around the handle.
"Nnnooo!" Trina screamed, letting her arms go slack as fear coursed through her veins and weakened her muscles. "Aaagggh!" She dropped and felt the pull of the metal collar jerk her neck. Then the nine-tailed cat lashed down on her ass. "Yeeeooow!"
Gabe swung with a sidearm slash and whipped her again. Flaming red dots marked the end of each narrow welt. Pain bored in from them and scattered in all directions.
She sobbed and flexed her arms to take the weight of her writhing body off her neck, but she couldn't touch the floor with her feet to stop her spinning around.
Gabe waited until the firm cheeks of her welt-reddened ass were turning his way, then struck again. More blazing stripes of pain swelled in criss-crossed patters on her ass. Her ass looked like a map of the L.A. freeway system to him.
Trina cried, "I don't deserve this! Not a whipping!"
"It's to make up for all the spankings you should have gotten as a kid!" The hissing lash struck again, leaving nine more ribbons and dots of burning pain.
"Mother never let you spank me," she moaned.
"I know, because of some shit she read in a book. If you'd been spanked every time you got bratty, maybe you wouldn't be such a lewd and head-strong little bitch now!"
Trina gasped as her arms weakened from the floor of pain, dropping her weight on her bound neck again. She shivered, thinking she might choke before she could summon up the strength to flex her arms and lift again. Her muscles all twitched and jerked in agonized confusion. She couldn't coordinate even a simple movement like lifting her body with her arms.
Heat from the flaring welts on her ass made her pussy hot and wet. Sheening fuck honey dripped from her narrow cunt slit and ran down her legs, bringing with it more traces of blood as bright as the lash marks on her ass.
Trina was hanging limp, moaning. Gabe took pity on her then and stuck his left hand under her ass. He lifted with one strong arm, erasing the awful choking strain on her metal collar.
His middle finger reached forward into the wet slit of her cunt, and he stirred his finger around, making her shiver even though her ass was burning hot. He turned the plastic cock-shaped whip handle so the knobbed tip was aimed at her crotch.
She gaped down through tear-streaked eyes, horrified by the grotesque details-a thick ridge back of the clefted cockhead, veins along its terrible length.
"Too big!" she screamed.
"Not for a hot young pussy like yours," he said without sympathy.
Gabe pushed and pulled on the molded black plastic prick, fucking her with about half its length to start.
Trina moaned, hating the sight but enjoying the sensations of pleasure in her cunt. After feeling the other end of the cruel lash, she would have found almost any other kind of abuse pleasant.
Gabe rammed in the whole length of the foot-long artificial cock and left it with the nine-tongued lashes dangling.
"My arm is getting tired of holding your weight," he said, letting her down.
The broad metal collar jerked her neck and brought another pained cry of torment. Whipped hot from behind and pierced in front by a monster cock, Trina couldn't control her arms yet. They quivered in the manacles locked above her head.
"But don't worry, I'll lift you with this!" Gabe's cock had surged and swollen harder each time he had laid the cat across her ass. His prick was throbbing now.
He fingered the bottom of her cunt slit from behind, reaching between her trembling legs to draw some dripping fuck juice back to the puckered dark ring of her ass.
"Hungh," she groaned as he smeared the warm pussy oils' around. The faint streaks of blood with it made her shithole look like a wound.
Gabe smeared another handful on his cock and then reached around from behind to finger her crotch. He pulled on the dangling thongs and began to ease out the huge plastic cock. At the same time, he eased his prick into her little shithole.
Trina felt relief in front and a new more terrible smarting pain in back. His throbbing hard cock angled up sharply and lifted her as he fucked into her tight ass. The entry shot stabs of pain worse than the lash, but it eased the choking pressure on her neck. Trina didn't know whether to cry in anguish or wail in relief.
"You've got a great little shitter!" Gabe said. "So snug and hot!"
"Unnngh!" she groaned.
His big cock seemed to have concentrated all the pain of her blazing welts and now was shoving the pain up her ass. He had his long cockshaft almost in to the root, the plastic prick drawn back to the tip.
Then he reversed, pushing in with the artificial cock while he drew his own from her asshole. Her weight sagged down as Gabe's uplifting prickshaft withdrew. She almost choked, gasping and jerking with her weak arms. Blood drained from them and left only weakness in its place.
At the same time, that horrible black monster speared her tender pussy. Gabe seemed to enjoy fucking with that whip almost as much as with his own prick. One or the other was deep inside her all the time.
He pumped faster and faster. Trina's body swayed, dangling on the chain, driven one way, then the other by Gabe's cruel fucking. Her ass and pussy both squiggled and squirmed.
Then he fucked both cocks into her at once. Ass and pussy were deeply reamed, the frail wall between them battered by a cruel prick on each side. Trina shuddered, forgetting the choking pressure around her neck. She could only think that he would break the web of flesh between her pussy and ass just the way he had popped her cherry.
Gabe was grunting behind her, fucking hard and deep. He wrenched the plastic dildo whip handle up and down and massaged the head of his own cock from the other side.
The bulge from her pussy made her ass even more exquisite. Gabe worked the dildo harder as he fucked her ass. Trina's body rocked between one jarring thrust and the other. She moaned and sobbed. Then her body tensed, straining with a strange vitality.
Her arms flexed and she could breathe again. Her cunt was churning and her ass flew into wild spasms. "I'm cumming!" she cried. "God, I'm going to climax in my cunt and my shitter both at once!"
She did, and the orgasmic contractions in her ass made Gabe's cock fire. Slick fuck cream up her ass, greasing his big cock so that he could fuck even faster.
Trina's ass was so tight that his cock stayed hard even after her wringing spasms had sucked his balls dry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gabe Murdock was dressed and acting perfectly normal when Alena, his wife, came into the house. He sat in his favorite chair, a recliner, tilted halfway back, and was sipping a beer.
"Hi, how was your club meeting?"
"It was a seminar on modern social problems," she replied coolly.
Gabe drained the last of his beer, crumpled the can and tossed it onto the floor in the middle of the room.
Alena glared and said, "Pick that up!"
"Why should I? I work hard all day while you're out playing do-gooder."
"I'm not playing," she said firmly. "I'm working to make this a better world."
"Yeah? Well, you can start by beautifying this room. Pick up that beer can and get me a cold one to have while you're fixing dinner."
"I'm not picking up your trash. I'm not getting you another beer, and I'm not fixing dinner. I only have a few minutes to change. There's a dinner meeting I have to attend this evening."
"What am I supposed to eat?"
"There are frozen TV dinners in the-"
"I hate those! The roast beef is rubber and the gravy tastes like glue!"
"Then have a pizza delivered," she said as she stalked out of the room. "I don't care what you do. You'll be alone this evening. Trina is at that beach party for the weekend, and Melony is having dinner and seeing a movie with her girlfriend."
"Oooh," Gabe said with a lewd grin behind her back. He went into the kitchen, got another cold beer and then followed her down the hall to their bedroom.
Alena had stripped down to her panties and bra, a lacy black set a lot sexier than what she usually wore. The bra was strapless, low-cut and underwired to make her big creamy tits bulge.
The bikini-style panties were hardly more than two elastic ribbons of lace and pie-slice wedges of sheening black front and rear. Over that Alena was putting on a dress of filmy, clinging black chiffon.
"You're getting all dolled up for a dinner meeting," Gabe said.
"A woman likes to look her best," she replied stiffly.
Gabe asked, "Why? Are there going to be men at this meeting you're going to?"
"Some, I suppose. It's a women's rights group, but there are men interested in the cause of equality."
"Yeah, and maybe a little pussy too?" he asked in an accusing tone.
"Don't be so insulting!" Alena smoothed her dress and brushed her hair, which was dark brown and lustrous, shoulder length and silky smooth.
Her figure was fantastic, full and rich and ripe. Her large tits were made to bulge temptingly by her bra.
Alena gazed in the mirror, smiled at her reflection and picked up her black purse off the dresser. "Excuse me," she said, edging around Gabe who was leaning against the door frame. "And don't wait up," she told him. "I expect this to be a long meeting."
"You look and act more like you're going to meet a long prick," he snarled as she headed down the hall toward the front door.
"A man who is cultured and not crude just might appeal to me," she snipped.
Gabe flashed a sly grin behind her back. As she neared the front door, he pushed a button newly installed on the living room wall.
Alena heard something click on the floor under the throw rug in front of the door, but she stepped forward without thinking. Then she screamed. The floor gave way beneath her feet. Her arms were flailing in panic as she dropped out of sight, falling into the basement room below.
He chuckled and released the button. A spring-loaded trap door snapped shut, cutting off the sound of his wife's horrified wails.
Alena was now sprawled on a huge satin-covered feather bed in a room ornate enough to be a queen's bed chamber. In fact, that was what it was. She remembered seeing it in a movie Gabe had helped build the sets for years ago, a movie about Marie Antoinette, the gorgeous wife of the French king Louis XVI.
Shaken but unhurt, Alena slid off the bed and stood up. Startled at first, now she was seething in a rage. "Gabe Murdock!" she screamed. "How dare you?"
She stalked to the door and twisted the knob. It was locked. She twisted harder but only wrenched off the ornate knob in her hand.
"You son of a bitch! Let me out of here!" There was no answer. Her fury increasing, Alena strode to a window draped with elegant gold brocade. She hurled back the drapes and looked through the glass. And she screamed again, louder than before.
Beyond, in a setting painted to look like a palace courtyard, she saw the guillotine, its towering wooden frame and its gleaming sharp blade. Alena remembered that part of the movie now. The beautiful, elegantly gowned Marie Antoinette was beheaded for her uncaring attitude toward the peasants.
The scene was being replayed right before her eyes. An executioner, hooded and dressed in black, was wrestling a silver-haired beauty toward the guillotine. He forced her head down on a block with a half circle cut out to hold her neck.
Alena heard a piercing scream beside her own. The hooded executioner lowered another block, also recessed, just large enough to contain the neck of the kicking beauty.
The figure was a dummy, but one so astoundingly realistic that only Gabe, who was playing the executioner, knew she wasn't real. Staring in shock through the window, Alena saw the look of stark terror in the woman's eyes. Alena herself was so stunned and frightened that she didn't stop to think that none of this could be real.
The hooded but shirtless executioner bowed courteously, first toward the window a few feet above, then toward the woman with her neck trapped in the stock of the deadly guillotine. A slanted, razor sharp blade gleamed high above her head at the top of the frame.
Turning, the executioner released something and the heavy blade plunged downward. Alena shrieked and wanted to look away, but it all happened too fast.
The body jerked, and the severed head fell into a basked with a swirl of silver hair. What she thought was blood gushed and sprayed from the decapitated body. More blood leaked from the large basket that contained the head.
Bowing again, the executioner reached into the basked and lifted up the head, holding it by red-soaked silver hair. He raised it high above his own hooded head and blood ran down his muscular arm.
Alena was too chilled by the gory spectacle to even recognize her husband's physique. She sobbed and shut her eyes, shaking her head as if that might erase the vision of horror etched in her mind.
She heard the lock click open and shrank back into the corner farthest from the door. The executioner walked in, still carrying the severed head by the hair.
"Catch," he said gruffly, swinging it and spraying blood as he let it go.
"Yeeeaaagh!" Alena cried, trying to dodge out of the way. The head hit her soft tits and left a smear of gore, then fell at her feet, bouncing and rolling to stare back at her with open but sightless eyes.
Alena's shrill scream of terror was so loud and long that Trina could hear it despite the sound-proofing between rooms. The girl was sitting alone in her prison cell. Gabe had left the collar locked around her neck, but he'd let out enough chain so that she could sit down on the bunk.
Hearing her mother's muted but horrified cry made Trina wonder what kind of torture he'd devised for her. And if she might be forced to share it.
Gabe told Alena, "You're next," in a deeper than normal voice, further disguised by the black hood pulled over his head. "Tomorrow at dawn, another haughty, uncaring bitch will lose her head!"
"Nnnooo," she moaned, still caught up in the horror. "I've done nothing to deserve it!"
"You've done nothing, I'll agree. Ignoring and neglecting your husband-"
"Is that you, Gabe?" Alena thought so, but still wasn't certain.
"It's not the man you think you know," he said. "I'm his darker side-the part of him that controls you now."
He stepped toward her, red artificial blood still dripping from his outstretched hand. Alena screamed, "No, don't touch me!" But he was only reaching for her purse. It had fallen with her through the trap door and had been jarred open by the sudden drop.
"I'm curious why you were taking such a large purse," he said. "You usually carry a smaller one with the outfit."
"You have no right to pry!"
"And you have no right to complain. Not here." He up-ended the open purse and dumped its contents on the bed. Along with all the usual crap, Alena's sexiest baby doll nightgown fell out.
"Oh, I see! There is another man. You haven't worn that for me in years!"
Alena sobbed hysterically, more frightened now than when fooled by his illusions of horror.
"Y-y-yes," she admitted tearfully. "He's a university professor, so cultured and refined. Tonight would have been our first time together in bed. I was going to make up some story so that I could spend the whole weekend with him."
Before Gabe could answer, the telephone rang-an ornate French antique phone on the bedside table. It hadn't been there when the room was used as a movie set. The telephone hadn't been invented in the time of Marie Antoinette, but Gabe was willing to bend history for the sake of convenience.
"Answer it," he said. "It's probably your friend the professor wondering why you haven't met him."
"What'll I say?"
"Tell him you've changed your mind." Then he laughed viciously under the drape of his ominous black hood. "Tell him you never should have agreed to fuck another man ... you just lost your head!"
Alena stumbled over the mannequin's head as she reached for the phone. Blood spattered her high-heeled shoes and dark stockings.
Alena picked up the phone and muttered her apology. Then she whined, "I can't be with you this weekend! My husband has gone insane. He's holding me a prisoner in our basement and I'm afraid he's going to kill me!"
There was no answer, not even the usual hiss of slight static one hears on a working line. Alena gaped at the dead receiver in her hand and then saw that Gabe had cut the wire with her nail clippers.
By the way his eyes flashed behind the thin slits in his black hood, she knew he'd done it before she had gotten out her desperate cry. She cursed and threw the useless phone at him, but Gabe ducked and it crashed harmlessly against the wall.
He lunged and sprawled her on the bed, kicking and screaming. Without thinking about the hood, Alena scratched for his eyes. Her sharp red nails clawed nothing but the supple black leather of the hood.
Gabe laughed and grabbed her right arm, wrestling it toward the bedpost above her head. Decorative velvet cords were draped from each one. But Alena soon discovered those cords were more than decorations now. Each soft velvet loop had a slender but strong steel cable inside, and some kind of slip-latch fitting that would only let the noose slide one way-tighter and tighter.
Alena screamed, "No! Don't you dare!"
He cinched one around her right arm. She flailed at him with the other hand, but Gabe blocked her awkward blows easily. He caught that arm and cinched it in a velvet noose too.
"You bastard!" she raged. "Let me go!"
"Go where? To fuck another man when you're too damn busy to fuck me?" He bound both her ankles in loops of velvet-sheathed cable and then turned a small crank at the foot of the bed.
All four cables retracted slowly, pulling tighter, spreading her arms and legs toward the four corners of the bed. Alena gasped and struggled. It was useless. Her shoulder and hip sockets ached and thrashing on the bed only made it worse.
"I could keep turning this crank and tear you limb from limb," he said, chuckling under the black hood. "Your left arm would probably come off first. You're right-handed, so that arm is probably stronger. But it would go next. Then your cunt would rip as your legs were pulled further and further apart." He kept turning the crank as he detailed the possible horrors, laughing as he did so, enjoying the stricken look of stark terror that distorted his wife's pretty face. "I can't really blame that professor for wanting to fuck you," he remarked calmly, turning the crank again to increase the strain on her taut limbs. "But I blame you for wanting him while ignoring me!"
"Gabe," she began in desperate urgency. "I know I've been selfish and absorbed in my own life, but if you let me go, I'll be a good wife to you again. I promise!"
"Bullshit! You'd run to the nearest divorce lawyer as fast as those long, sleek legs would move. Any man who believes a faithless cunt is a complete fool! I might be a little crazy right now, but not crazy enough to trust you ... yet!"
"Hungh! Gabe, stop! The tension is too much!"
"What do you think I've felt waiting along all those nights with a stiff cock and no place to put it?"
"I'm sorry, Gabe! I really am!"
"More bullshit!" he snarled. "Spread it in the garden and we'll have rose bushes ten feet tall. There've been other men, haven't there? I mean beside your precious professor?"
"Nnnooo," she moaned.
"Tell me the truth or I'll start turning the crank again. That's how you've been able to go so long without wanting to have sex with me, isn't it?" He nudged the crank half a turn to increase her pain.
"All right, yes ... I'll confess. There have been others."
"Who?"
"Our city councilman," she sobbed. "The one who appointed me to the civic commission on-"
"Fuck the civic commission. Who else?"
"The real estate developer that bought the studio you used to work for," she moaned.
"That son of a bitch? God damn you!" He spun the crank again and Alena let out a blood-chilling wail.
"They're both so handsome, rich and distinguished. I just couldn't resist," she cried pathetically. "I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you, Gabe!"
"How are you going to get your pussy unfucked?" he demanded sharply. "Who else has been in your faithless hole?"
"No one else!"
He sensed that was a lie too by the way her eyes flickered with guilt. "Who?" he snapped. "A couple more cranks will rip your crotch so wide you'll be able to fuck a telephone pole."
"A bank president and our state assembly man," she said in a voice strained by extreme torment. "Those men all have power that fascinates me. I can't help myself when I meet them at our club meetings."
"Well, now I've got power too, you bitch. The power to rip your cunt wider than a garage door!"
"No, please, Gabe. You've hurt me enough already."
"I haven't even started! Do you remember how they tortured Marie Antoinette before she went to the guillotine?"
"No, I don't!" Alena's strained limbs ached with such pain that she could hardly remember her own name.
"It was in that movie I helped make the sets for. We saw it together back when you had time for me. Before you met all your fucking dignitaries."
"Yes, now I do. She had a son, and her captors delighted in telling her how the boy was being abused."
"That's right, but this is the modern age. I won't have to tell you. It's all on video tape." Gabe left the crank and went to touch a control button on the wall.
Alena winced, not knowing what kind of horror that might trigger. Something hissed above her head. Her eyes flashed up and saw a ceiling panel slide back directly above her head. It was next to the trap door that had dropped her through the floor from the room above. Alena saw a stark gray prison cell on the video screen and then her naked daughter Trina was being pushed into the cell. The woman didn't recognize her husband on the screen until he turned and started to undress.
"My God, that's you!" she cried. "What are you doing!"
"Just what you were planning to do this weekend-fuck somebody new and exciting."
"But our daughter? Your own little girl?" Alena didn't want to believe it. But there it was right before her eyes.
He laughed and said, "Enjoy the show."
CHAPTER FIVE
Alena would never admit it, not even to herself, but watching her daughter being cruelly shocked and fucked in the electric chair was the most obscenely exciting thing she'd ever seen.
Like most in the modern age, she'd been conditioned not to take screen images too seriously. They were all concocted. The thrilling car chases and the inevitable crashes were all the work of expert stunt drivers. The bullets were all blanks. Her husband having been in the business, Alena knew all the tricks better than most.
Alena viewed her daughter's incestuous abuse, caught up in it, but not much concerned. It was all make-believe. It had to be.
She found it hard not to laugh when she saw the cock-shaped cat-o'-nine-tails handle being shoved into her daughter's bleeding cunt. Alena was thinking about the movie prop knives that appear to be sinking deep into the victim when the blade is really sliding back into the handle. She did not realize that this time all the illusions were in her own mind.
She watched the screen with a bemused grin, wondering how Gabe had managed to make the rape of his chained daughter's ass look so realistic. It was thrilling to watch his cock fuck into her ass while that obscene black dildo appeared to be reaming her cunt.
Alena's own fuck juices started to flow.
Alena felt her pussy start to pulse and seethe. Trina was nearing a climax, faked, the mother was sure, but expertly done.
Gabe caught the scent of her heated cunt and climbed up on the bed, still wearing his tight black pants, knee-high black boots and the supple leather hood with a front that came halfway down his bare and blood-stained chest like the point of a "V".
He threw up the skirt of her filmy dress and clawed her panties down, baring a dark-furred cunt.
Trina's orgasm on screen was so realistic! Alena gasped and quivered in unison with her daughter. Gabe lifted the black leather hood just enough to bare his lips, then he plunged into Alena's crotch.
"Grungh!" she moaned, distracted from the action on the screen overhead by the lash of a hot wet tongue between her bound legs.
She wrenched and twisted, causing pain in every joint, but those sensations were dulled by the shocks of pleasure that came when he rooted his tongue in the mouth of her pussy and swirled it around her bulging clit.
Alena had a big clit-lush and ripe like the rest of her. It was almost the size of the tip of Gabe's thumb.
"Your pussy wasn't this hot on our wedding night," he recalled.
"No, I was afraid of you then."
"You aren't now?" His eyes flashed through the slits in his leather hood.
"Why should I be? This is all illusion. Some kind of a sick joke. I think it's funny. You in that absurd executioner's outfit, beheading a mechanical woman-" Alena broke off laughing, but the sound was strained ... like a frightened child whistling in the dark.
"You won't think it's so funny tomorrow at dawn when the blade drops to sever your neck."
"More trickery," she scoffed, her body writhing as his tongue worked into the wet mouth of her spread cunt.
Gabe swiped his tongue around her generous clit nub and said, "You saw the dummy's head fly off and drop in the basket. And her neck is all plastic, much tougher than human flesh."
"Hhhaaa! You can't scare me, Gabe. You did at first, but-hhhooo!" He was tongue lashing her juicy clit and sending chills of lewd pleasure up her spine.
"It's too bad they didn't build her with a pussy as realistic as the parts you can see. I'd be sucking and then fucking her and your head would be rolling around on the floor. All you've been lately is a mechanical woman to me. You haven't even gone through the motions of being a real wife."
"God, I love the way you eat my cunt!"
"Trina's tastes better to me," he said, after giving her juicy cuntslit another swipe. "Especially when it was dripping virgin blood."
"You faked that like the blood running down your arm and across your chest."
His tongue was plunging in and out of her narrow cunt. Gabe was tongue-fucking her and making her moan. He lunged deep.
If her arms had been free, she would have clasped both hands in back of his head. Alena loved to have a hungry man eat her cunt. It gave her a feeling of power. She liked jamming the head of an important man into her pussy and holding him there until he licked and sucked her to a climax.
She knew how that made their cocks ache and throb with desire, and that pleased her. But now she was in no position to force anything. With arms and legs bound by velvet-sheathed cables, she could hardly move enough to increase her own pleasure.
That feeling of utter helplessness made her squirm. Gabe was deliberately taking his time.
Alena screamed in frustration, "Eat me, you bastard! Don't just tease with your tongue. Make me cum!"
"I shouldn't even touch your cheating cunt," he snarled bitterly. "Not when I have two beautiful daughters, so young and tender."
"You aren't planning to involve Melony in this awful charade are you?"
"I'm not only planning ... I'm going to, as soon as she gets home from the movies. What is it she went to see? Return of the something-or-other? Big budget outer space bullshit! That will put her in just the right mood for what I have in mind!"
"No, not Melony too. She's only a baby. She's too young to even pretend."
"Pretend, my ass. She's a pious little hypocrite, playing at being so sweet and innocent while her pussy is so hot she can hardly stand it. Christ, I can smell her simmering little cunt whenever she walks by."
Gabe burrowed into his wife's darkly furred pussy again and whipped her tingling clit with his tongue until she screamed. That cry was loud enough for Trina to hear in her cell despite all the sound-proofing.
Alena's lush, ripe body pitched and tossed under the lash of his rasping tongue. He fucked her cunt with his tongue a few strokes and then circled around her clit. Each time, Gabe did it with a different rhythm. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. She never knew quite what to expect.
Gabe's cock swelled for her as never before. It wasn't a loving hard-on like a man gets for a woman he really cares for. It wasn't even the lustful hard-on that rises for a tempting and accommodating stranger. This was a giant, throbbing boner, full of hate.
The wife he had thought frigid had been fucking other men. How many, he couldn't even remember. It didn't matter. One would have been too many. He planned to punish her with his raging stiff cock ... and with even worse after that.
He brought her almost to a climax with his wagging tongue. Then, just as her body tensed and her voice shrilled, he jerked his head up. Gabe was grinning lewdly, but, under the black leather hood that covered his face, she couldn't see that.
Murdock loosened his belt and pulled down his pants. His long prick reached out like the limb of an oak. His cock twitched and throbbed and made her eyes focus on its big knob.
"Don't stop!" Alena begged him. "I almost reached a climax. My pussy is still churning. I need you, Gabe! I need you now!"
"Tough shit! Sucking your cunt is like drinking out of a hog wallow. Every pig prick for miles around has been soaking in it!"
Alena winced because, in a way, that was true. She hadn't told Gabe about all the men she'd so willingly spread her legs for. She had even delighted in fucking the minister of their neighborhood church just to prove that his hot young prick was a lot stiffer than the morals he preached.
"Bastard!" she spat at him. The tremors in her wet cunt were winding down. A near climax was worse than none at all. Her ripe body tensed and seethed in terrible frustration.
Gabe waited until the agony of denial reached its peak, then he plunged his frenzied cock into her.
It was the most exciting male thrust of her whole life. It was also the most hateful and repulsive. Gabe wasn't making love to her as he had before. He was making lust-punching her hard with his cock.
Alena's cunt had never been treated so roughly. Neither had it experienced such lewd pleasure. Gabe's cock throbbed so hard inside of her that she felt it more than the beat of her own racing heart.
Alena convulsed, her lush body a stormy sea of shock waves. They rolled, pitched and yawed. She screamed with all the force left in her heaving chest. Then she sagged, her joints strained by the tugging cables that bound her arms and legs.
Only the heat and restless surging of her cunt kept her from feeling pain. Her velvet-sheathed cable-bound wrists and ankles sent messages of torment that just couldn't get through.
"I love your cock!" she cried. "Oh, God ... it's so big and stiff and hard!"
"That's the only power I've got," he reminded her.
"It's enough. Huuungh! It's almost too much. No other man I've fucked had a cock anything like yours!"
"You mean all big men aren't so big where it counts?"
"Aaagh, no. Our governor's aide has a dick like your little finger."
"The governor's aide? You fucked him too?"
"Glungh, yes! He spoke at one of our club meetings on women's rights. Afterwards I had to keep asking when he was going to put his cock in me." She laughed bitterly. "That really pissed him off because he was already in to the hilt and I didn't even know it." Alena sobbed then.
Gabe only laughed. "Just like a politician," he said. "They all learn ways to fuck us so we never feel the prick!"
"Oooh, God! I can feel it now!"
Above her head, the TV screen went blank. The video tape was rewinding automatically, the machine resetting itself to play all the horrors of the prison scene again.
Alena saw them differently this time. The thick, throbbing cock fucking in and out of her own cunt slit was painfully real, and so, she thought, might be the scenes on the TV screen mounted above her.
But Gabe's brutal, demanding passion was bringing her to a climax, and Alena didn't care what he had done to their daughter. She could only focus on what he was doing to her, fucking her cunt with fast, deep thrusts that left her gasping and weak for lack of breath.
She pumped her hips at him, forgetting the strain on her tightly drawn limbs. His furious fuck heat was the only sensation that mattered.
He roared, and his cum spit into her pussy like venom. Gabe rammed his gushing cock deep and let his prick pump. Alena shivered ecstatically, moaning and blinking in raptured bliss each time she received a wet spurt.
Her frenzied pussy contractions pulled and sucked on his cock, quickly sucking his balls dry. Then he rested, slowly regaining his breath. All his weight was on her, and that increased the strain on her shoulder and hip sockets.
It wasn't until the last rapturous tremor in her pussy had faded that she became aware of her painful restraint.
"Gabe," she asked sweetly. "Could you please let off some of the tension?"
"Why sure," he replied, moving down to the foot of the bed. He turned the crank back until Alena could move her arms and legs.
She sighed thankfully, bending and straightening her arms and legs, working back some of the circulation. "That's much better," she said pleasantly, not wanting to anger or upset him in any way.
"I'm glad. For being so kind, you can kiss my ass."
"No," she snapped without thinking.
"You'll kiss my ass, or I'll whip yours," he replied coldly. .
"I'll kiss no man's ass! Not even my husband's!"
"Then I guess it's the whip you want." He began turning another crank. This one started lifting her feet, drawing the velvet-sheathed cables around her ankles toward the top of the towering bedpost high above his head.
"Aaagggh!" Alena cried. Her legs were up and her ass was rising off the bed.
"I thought after seeing what happened to Trina, you'd be more anxious to oblige me. The tape was just reaching that point now, Gabe was brandishing the cat-o'-nine-tails, lashing his helplessly chained daughter.
"Don't you dare strike me," Alena hissed. "Don't you dare!"
Gabe laughed under his black hood and kept whirling the crank until Alena was hanging upside down with her legs spread wide at the foot of the bed.
"In a few minutes you'll be begging to kiss my ass," he said smugly. "You'll want to fuck it with your tongue."
"Never! I'll never do such a thing. Never!"
Then Gabe swung the sinister cat-o'-nine-tails and stung her creamy white ass cheeks with a tangled pattern of blazing red welts.
Alena screamed, never having felt such pain in all her life. And then she shuddered, knowing he could hardly wait to whip her upraised ass again.
Gabe was chuckling wickedly, ripping her clothes off.
CHAPTER SIX
"You kiss my ass or the cat kisses yours," Gabe said calmly, offering her the choice again.
"I never even want to see you again," she moaned. "You've become a sex-crazed sadist!"
"And you're the faithless bitch who did it," he snarled, swinging the many-tongued whip again. Bright dots left by the knotted tips glowed red like embers. Slender welts crisscrossed her generous ass cheeks.
Alena wrenched and squirmed, hanging upside down and completely helpless. There was some slack in the restraints around her wrists, but not enough to let her use her hands to cover her ass. She struggled and raged in frustration.
"When your ass gets tired of this, mine is waiting to be kissed."
She choked back sobs of torment and growled, "My lips will never touch any part of you again. Not after this, you beast!"
"Better a beast than a fucking whore chasing after every big shot's cock around. How many did you say there were? One-" Gabe swung the lash from left to right. "Two-" The whip flew back the other way.
"Three, four, five!" He whipped her ass a little harder for each one.
"Stop!" she screamed. "I can't take anymore!"
"Then you want to kiss my ass?" Gabe held the cat poised in case the answer was no.
"I'll do it," she said after a moment.
"Just doing it isn't enough. You have to make me like it. You have to wiggle your tongue in as far as it will reach."
"Ungh," she groaned. "I'll do that too."
"You're going to beg for the chance," he said, lashing her across the ass once more for good measure.
"Yeeeooow! All right, you bastard! I'm begging you. Let me kiss your ass. Let me fuck into it with my tongue."
"Say it with more feeling," he commanded her. "You still sound repulsed by the idea."
"I'm begging, pleading with you! Let me kiss your ass, please! Anything would be better than feeling the whip again!"
"That's a little better. We'll give it a try." Gabe turned the crank and lowered her spread legs so her head and shoulders rested on the bed again. Her arms were bound overhead and he took the slack out of her wrist restraints to keep them there. The rest of her body curved upward toward the ceiling, her crotch splayed, her pussy wet and dripping from the heat of the whipping her ass had received.
While she dangled, Gabe stripped himself nude except for the black hood. He rather liked the ominous look that gave him.
He climbed up on the bed again and straddled her head, facing her upraised legs and crotch. Looking up, Alena gazed right into the hairy crack of his ass, which was sweaty and foul smelling, and his dark-rimmed shithole squeezed and pulsed expectantly.
"Make it good," he warned, "or I'll whip your faithless ass raw!"
Alena shuddered. She had felt some guilt and shame during her various affairs, but nothing like what she felt now. It pained her to think she had brought this on herself.
She thought it might help and spare her further punishment and humiliation if she confessed those feelings now.
"I-I know I deserve this," she began haltingly.
"I want you to kiss my ass, not talk to it," Gabe said. "Because this is the only way it can reply." He wrenched his gut, strained, and blew a long, stinking fart right into her face.
"Yuuugggh!" she groaned, puckering her lips in disgust. "You didn't have to do that!"
"What else would I do with it? Vent it out my ears?"
"You enjoy debasing and degrading me," she said bitterly.
"If my ass is going to get a lecture, it just might shit all over your pretty face. Don't open your mouth again except to stick your tongue out, and any flapping it does from now on had better be in my butt!"
"Bastard," she muttered under her breath. Alena winced and clenched her teeth, hating him and hating herself almost as much. She could admit to deserving some punishment for her reckless and selfish infidelities, but not this!
Slowly and still cringing with revulsion, she puckered her soft lips and kissed the dark rim of his ass when he pressed down. She moaned, her eyes tightly shut but still leaking tears of bitter loathing.
"Not like that. I want a real kiss!" Gabe bent forward and planted a sucking wet lip smacker on her splayed pussy slit.
Alena sighed and twisted beneath him. Pleasure was the last thing she had expected to feel in this position of complete degradation. But Gabe's lips and darting tongue sent sparking shocks of delight racing to her brain.
She kissed his ass again, flicking with her tongue. The odor and taste of his ass crack were still revolting, but not as bad as at first. She -rimmed his puckered shit lips and felt them quiver in response.
"Keep it up!" he demanded. "Don't stop until your tongue is in as far as it will reach!"
Alena closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was being forced to do. She thrust timidly with her tongue, probing into the drawn lips of his shithole.
Gabe kept sucking and eating out her cunt, making the lower part of her bound body writhe with delight. It seemed so strange to feel raging joy at one end of her spine and disgusting humiliation at the other.
She wrestled with the conflicting sensations, but teasing waves of lewd pleasure made her tongue move as she had never thought it would. When Gabe sucked hard on her big clit and lashed it with his tongue, she jabbed her tongue into his ass and wiggled it joyously.
He swiped across her bulging clit bud, whipping it back and forth, then up and down. He whirled around the juicy button, then burrowed his tongue into her dark-haired pussy.
Alena's fuck juices were really flowing now. Her cunt was a simmering slit of sleek fuck honey.
Gabe clamped a hand on each of her hot whipped ass cheeks and held her squirming cunt hard against his mouth while his tongue fucked deep. He pressed his ass down on her face with the same demanding desire.
She was thrusting anxiously, forgetting shame and humiliation as her pleasure soared. Alena loved what his tongue was doing to her cunt, and she had to show him by eagerly pumping her tongue in and out of his ass.
It was a new experience of delight for Gabe, one his wife never would have granted under normal conditions. He gulped and slurped, enjoying the power he had over her.
He spread his left hand to embrace both ass cheeks and reached down with the right, feeling around for the cat-o'-nine-tails with its enormous cock-shaped handle.
Gabe brought up the big dildo handle, turning its bulged head toward the rim of Alena's shithole. Her asshole was dark and tightly puckered, but wet and seething in the fuck juice that overflowed from her cunt.
He rubbed the black-knobbed head in the puddle of sultry warmth. She moaned, her voice muffled by the way his ass pressed and swayed on her lips. Her shitter was tender.
"Don't!" she managed to say, but Alena might as well have saved her breath.
Gabe was in complete charge of her now, and he knew damn well what he wanted to do. He'd planned it all for weeks while assembling the settings and props for his weekend orgy of vengeful lust. Slowly, he pressed the dildo head into her ass, straining the puckered rim and making it swell.
"Aaagggh!" she cried, writhing and twisting under the press of his ass.
He pushed it in a couple of inches and sucked hard on her clit at the same time.
Alena's mind swirled in new confusion. Pain drilled into her ass in the most hurtful, disgusting and degrading manner she could imagine, but her pussy was like a volcanic crater, bubbling and churning with urgent desire.
Her legs raised and bound overhead, she wrenched and twisted. The velvet-sheathed cables tugged on her ankles, choking off circulation so she lost the sense of feeling in her feet and toes.
He had the whip in about six inches now and was fucking it back and forth. Alena's asshole wrenched and squeezed on the terrible intruder, trying to keep it out. But Gabe pushed and twisted, delighting in the way his actions made her gyrate and groan.
"Bastard!" came an ass-muffled squeal. "It hurts!" Her anguished writhing made the nine leather thongs of the cat sway.
Gabe raised his head to watch, then drove the cock-like handle in almost to the hilt.
"Whoooph," she gushed, her hot breath flowing all over his ass. Alena tensed, her narrow ass strained by the unmerciful inhuman cock that Gabe was fucking in and out of her ass with vicious, delight. "I can't stand it!" she cried.
"You've been hot after so many cocks besides mine, I thought you'd enjoy a real big one."
Her teeth clenched, and her lush body cringed. The repulsive dildo had felt cold at first, but now it had been warmed by her seething ass heat.
"After this, your ass will welcome my cock," he said.
"Yes, hungh! Anything, just don't abuse me with that awful big thing!"
"After this, you won't want any cock in this world except mine, will you?"
"No, never again. I'll be a good and faithful wife, I promise!"
He eased the long rigid shaft from her ass and heard Alena gasp a thankful sigh. The rush of her breath excited his ass. Gabe swung the plastic cock forward and fucked the dildo into her churning cunt, driving deep without pity.
The dildo whip handle was larger than any real prick Alena had ever taken in. Its heat made her gasp sharply. Untouched nerves flashed signals of alarm, but her pussy seethed with joy.
Gabe's expert cunt sucking had primed her cunt for a good hard fucking, and that was what he was giving her now. He fucked the handle once into her pussy, then back into her ass.
Alena screamed in torment and sighed with delight. Her cunt churned with contractions of lewd pleasure. Her ass recoiled in horror.
She was cumming to another climax. Alena could feel the mounting tension, the straining delight of each stimulated nerve. Her ass and pussy both wrenched and squeezed, loving the huge and unrelenting thing hated only moments before.
"Cumming!" she cried. "Oooh, God! Cumming so hard!"
Both her ass and her cunt were in convulsions. The racking throbs made her eyes bulge, her mouth gape.
Gabe lifted his ass just enough so he could hear her voice clearly. He wanted to enjoy every sensation of the lewd orgasm forced upon her.
Alena tossed her head, swirling her silky dark hair between his hunched legs. She sobbed and thrashed, the delicious tension increasing. Her voice pitched higher each time he fucked that wonderfully awful thing into her. It became a shrill wail.
Gabe spiked her ass deep and bowed his head to suck on her clit just as her fever peaked.
Alena rocked and pumped her hips, screaming, "Yyyeeesss!" Then joyous, agonizing relief left her unable to speak.
She quaked and trembled, her mind and senses all a blur. Alena came and came again, and still he kept tongue-whipping her clit. Her third rapid climax hit like a bomb. Something exploded inside her head. She saw a blaze of multi-colored lights even though her eyes were tightly shut.
Then the world went black and she went limp. Alena had fainted from the shock of so much concentrated pleasure.
Gabe grinned and climbed off the bed to stand beside her, waiting anxiously for her eyes to flutter.
Alena's senses came floating back. She sighed and rolled her eyes, still delirious, but awake enough.
Gabe gripped his cock and pissed all over her face.
She sputtered and screamed, knowing then her torment was not over despite what pleasure he might give her.
* * *
Melony Murdock was sipping a cherry-flavored soda just then, sitting with her best friend Carolyn in a neighborhood burger place. Two boys in their late teens had just walked in and both girls were checking them out.
"What do you think?" Carolyn whispered anxiously.
"They're too old for us," Melony replied.
"But girls mature faster than boys," Carolyn said. "I'm bored with the twerpy kids our age." Carolyn was a vivacious blonde who looked older than her tender years.
Melony was even more voluptuous, an early bloomer with a figure already more tempting than most grown women. And the restless stirrings of approaching womanhood were mixed with her girlish innocence.
Carolyn felt more settled and mature. She flirted shamelessly with the two guys who were waiting at the counter to pick up burgers and fries. They spotted her and both grinned, nudging each other and whispering something that made them both chuckle.
"Mind if we join you?" the taller one said.
"Not a bit," Carolyn said. He was tall and dark with bright blue eyes.
"I'm Randy," he said, sliding into the booth beside the blonde.
"Is that your name or your condition?" she asked boldly.
"Maybe both." He pushed closer to her and put a hand possessively on Carolyn's knee.
"Who's your shy friend?"
"That's Melony."
The other boy approached then. "Hi, Melony. I'm Bill." And he sat down beside her.
Melony felt uncomfortable when he looked at her. She stroked a hand nervously through her shimmering dark brown hair which fell sleek and smooth almost to her waist.
"I like your hair," Bill said. He stroked his fingers through it too.
"Er, thank you," she said, trying to pull away.
"You girls doing anything tonight?" Randy asked.
Melony said, "Yes!"
And Carolyn said, "No."
"Which is it?" Bill asked.
"Yes, we're going to the movies. No, we don't have dates," Carolyn said.
"What show you want to see?" Randy asked.
Carolyn said the name of the newest hit space epic.
"That's a great film," Bill said. "I've seen it three times already."
"Then you surely don't want to see it again," Melony said.
"With a girl like you, I wouldn't miss seeing it a hundred times," he answered with a lewd grin. ".........
Randy asked, "How about it? Want to go with us and have a real good time?"
Melony snapped, "No!"
And Carolyn said, "Sure, why not? Two girls can't have much fun all by themselves."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melony was distraught almost to the point of tears when she got home at eleven o'clock that night. Her pretty face was flushed, her blouse ripped, and her hair in disarray. She was fearful of what her father would say. Lately his moods had been hard for her to figure out.
But Gabe's expression showed only tender concern. He was sitting in his favorite chair, sipping on a beer when she walked in and pushed the door closed with a thankful sigh.
"What happened?" he asked, tilting the recliner upright.
"Oh, Daddy ... it was awful!" she sobbed. "Carolyn and I met these two guys. We went to the show with them. To a drive-in. He-he had his hands all over me before the picture even started!"
"He didn't hurt you, did he? I mean he didn't-"
Melony sobbed and shook her head, swirling her long and tangled dark hair. "I'm still a virgin, if that's what you mean. But only because I ran away. I had to take the bus home like this with my blouse torn!" She broke down sobbing.
"Hey, it's all right. You're home now. Sit down and tell me all about it." Gabe motioned toward his lap and Melony managed to smile through her tears.
"I haven't sat on your lap since I was a little girl," she said, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands.
"You'll always be my little girl," Gabe said. "Come on, sit down and get it all off your chest."
Melony seated herself with a sigh, grateful to be safe at home and in her father's loving arms. She pressed warmly against him.
"First he wanted to kiss me," the girl said. "And I thought that would be all right. But he kept pushing his tongue into my mouth."
"Hhhmmm," Gabe said, his arms circled around her.
"And he kept putting his hands on my breasts!" she moaned.
"Did you tell him to stop?"
"I tried, but he wouldn't. He'd been drinking beer, and just wouldn't listen."
"Were you drinking too?"
"I had a little," she confessed. "Two or three cans. It made me kind of dizzy and lightheaded. I told him he could feel my breasts if he promised not to anything more than that."
"Aaahhhh, and he wouldn't stop there."
"No, he wanted to put his hands inside my blouse. He tore it and broke my bra strap."
"Then what?"
"Well, I liked the funny way his fingers made my nipples feel. They got all hard."
"That does happen," Gabe said with soft-voiced concern.
He tightened his embrace, easing his hands slightly nearer to the lush swelling of Melony's young tits.
"It did something that made my panties wet too. Not pee. Something slick with a strong, strange smell. I knew it was happening to Carolyn too. That scent filled the whole car, but she didn't seem to mind."
"You did?"
"Well, not at first. I was so confused. But then he reached under my dress. He wanted to feel between my legs!"
"And then you insisted that he stop?"
"No, I told him to dry me with his handkerchief before that awful wet stuff ruined my best skirt."
It was hard for Gabe not to laugh at his daughter's foolishness.
"So he rubbed and wiped me, but the wetness kept getting worse. Bill said I should take my panties off, and I did. He helped me."
He sighed and slid one hand down to softly finger the curve of her thigh. Melony was too upset to think about what he was doing. Her father's touch was reassuring. She wasn't even aware that his cock was swelling hard inside his pants.
"When he touched me down there with nothing on, that almost made me crazy. I just couldn't sit still. Carolyn couldn't either. She was on her back in the front seat with her legs up and Randy had his face in her crotch. When Bill tried to do the same thing to me, I got really scared and I jumped out of the car. I ran as far and as fast as I could!"
"Well, I'm glad you got home safe and sound. Just sit here and relax. I'll fix you a cup of hot chocolate. That will help you sleep."
"Thanks, Daddy! You're so sweet!" Melony smiled and wiped away the last of her tears.
"Were you able to see any of the movie?" he asked when she was sipping from a steaming warm mug while sitting comfortably on his lap again.
"Not much," Melony said. "But it was all full of creepy space creatures."
"I'd say the worst creature was the one you were with. Let that be a lesson to you, little girl. Men aren't always what they seem to be."
"I know that now."
Gabe was smiling and thinking, no, you don't. Not yet. The spoonful of white powder he had mixed with her chocolate wasn't sugar. It came from two of Alena's sleeping pills.
* * *
Melony remembered getting drowsy, her eyelids so heavy that she had trouble keeping them open. Gabe was holding her, his voice soft and consoling, urging her to sleep.
When she awoke sometime later, the girl had no idea where she was. Melony thought that she might still be dreaming. She was on her back, staring at a domed ceiling that appeared to be made of bright metal. The light was very dim. It was a place she'd never seen before.
Round dots of colored light gleamed on the walls all around, like instrument dials. As she blinked her vision clear, Melony could even see some of the needles move. It looked like an airplane cockpit, but was too large for that. And she heard a strange, persistent hum like the drone of an electric motor.
She thought at first the sound was coming from inside her skull, an effect of drinking more beer than she could handle. Melony stirred restlessly. She wasn't in bed where she belonged, but was on something cold and hard like a metal table. And she was stark naked, able to feel the cold metal against her back.
Startled and confused, she tried to sit up. She couldn't. Her arms were spread above her head, bound down to the tabletop by bands of metal.
Stunned for a moment, she trembled and then tried to jerk her arms free. She couldn't. The metal bands were too strong and tight. She couldn't move her feet either. Looking down in horror, Melony saw that her ankles had been bound the same way.
She screamed in terror, "Help me! Daddy! Oh, God! Where am I? What's happening to me?"
"You've embarked on a thrilling journey," answered a metallic, not-quite-human voice. "You've left behind the world that is familiar to you and are in flight toward one totally strange to you."
"Do you mean to another planet?" she cried.
"I mean to a life ruled by alien forces your mind is not able to understand." It was Gabe talking through a microphone, into a synthesizer which gave the words an eerie, overly precise mechanical sound, altering his voice so even his own daughter didn't recognize him.
"Where are you?" Melony cried fearfully. "I can't see you!"
"That is for the better," the mechanical voice said. "Your mind is not prepared for the realities of your new world."
"You're kidnapping me!" Melony screamed.
"No, you began the journey yourself, this evening in the back seat of an ordinary looking car."
"You don't mean that was a space ship in some kind of disguise-" Fear and the movie scenes she'd managed to glimpse primed her imagination to run wild.
"No, I mean that was the first vehicle of transformation. You will complete the journey here, in my power."
"But I don't want to go anywhere! I don't want to be in anyone's power."
"It is too late to turn back. You began the journey when you encouraged that young man in the car."
"I didn't encourage him. I begged him to stop!"
"But only when you had already allowed him to go too far. Once flight toward the new life is started, no one can turn back."
"This is all crazy!" Melony cried. "Let me go, please. I just want to go home!"
"You would only start the same journey again from another place. It is better that you finish it now. You will return with wisdom that is far beyond you now."
Melony sobbed, struggling uselessly against her metal restraints. The glowing instrument dials began to fade and flicker out. As the gloom of near-total darkness settled around her, the girl felt groggy and ready to accept the reality of what was happening, a by-product of the sleeping pills.
"We are approaching critical speed," the mechanical voice said. "All energy must now be devoted to effecting your complete transition."
"Oooooh, stop it!" she screamed. "I don't want to change!"
"That's not what your body was telling you when your nipples got hard and your crotch got wet. It can hardly wait!"
"How do you know all that? Who are you? Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Only a tiny pin spot of light remained, and that light shined straight down into Melony's eyes.
Why she couldn't see Gabe was the simplest of all the effects he had arranged-a man dressed, hooded and gloved in black is impossible to see against a background that is also completely dark.
He circled the table, carefully avoiding the ring of light that framed his daughter's strickened face.
"I can hear you moving," she said anxiously. "I know you're coming nearer."
"Clever girl. Can you guess why?"
"I-I don't want to know!"
"You were curious earlier, excited by things that young man did with you."
"Yes, but-"
"Then you ran away. You ran, but you did not escape. What you started must now be completed." Gabe had reached the foot of the table on which she was bound. He stood unseen in the black gloom, his back toward her, working his cock and balls out through a slit in the clinging skin-tight black suit he wore.
When he turned to face her again, that's all that she could see-a huge stiff cock and two dangling balls that seemed disembodied.
She gawked and screamed.
"Why do you scream?" the eerie voice asked. "This is what you were flirting with before."
"Yes, but-"
"And this is what you left your friend Carolyn to face. Not one, but two of them. I'm sure that she has completed her journey by now. She must understand the power and the forces that you cannot yet comprehend.
Gabe bent over her, bowing his black hooded head between her bound legs. He stroked nylon-gloved hands that she could feel but not see up the creamy smooth tapers of her thighs.
His touch was sleek and smooth, not like a man's rough hands at all. The gloves were palmed with dense black fur that tingled every nerve. Melony gasped.
She raised her head, straining to see outside the narrow spot of light that circled her face. Nothing. Not even a shadowy form, only that silky and tantalizing touch.
It swept up her sides, over her flaring hips, into the hollow of her slender waist and on toward her heaving tits.
Gabe stroked her nipples, tender pink buds on creamy big cones of soft white. His eyes were outside the glare of the one light in the room. He could see a lot better than his daughter. He watched her face contort and then melt into a smile.
He fondled her big soft tits with his fur-padded hands and made her writhe ecstatically. Then he slipped his right hand beneath his left arm, clamped and pulled free of the black glove.
A male hand appeared from out of the gloom, disembodied like the horrible stiff cock and swaying balls she could still see between her feet. The fingers curled, reaching for her lush tits.
"Aaagggh!" she cried.
Another hand appeared suspended with no arm or wrist. And both of them were reaching out, drifting down to cap her luscious tits.
Melony cringed at the touch of male flesh. The touch of flesh had frightened her in the car at the drive in, and it terrified her now. Two hands, a cock and a pair of balls. That's all she could see.
His thumbs curled around nipples that had just been teased softly with sleek black fur. Her nips swelled even harder, tingling wildly with both fear and desire.
Gabe bent his hooded face down into her crotch. He squirmed his lips and tongue out through the slit in his clinging hood and into her cunt.
Melony's sultry pussyhole was practically bubbling now. Virgin fuck honey glossed her pink cuntlips.
He kissed her tender virgin cunt and teased her clit with his tongue. It was a tiny little button, deep-set in folds of skin which were wet with simmering honey from her cunt. She groaned joyously and he laughed, the sound transmitted and distorted by the wireless microphone taped under the neck of his snug black hood.
"Now you know why Carolyn enjoyed it so much," he said, still chuckling.
"Uuuuunngh, yes! But she was with a real person, a guy she could see."
"Isn't that how Bill first tempted you?" the voice asked, echoing with mechanical sternness. "With an easy-going grin and a merry twinkle in his eyes?"
"Yes," Melony had to admit. "He was so sweet and funny when we were eating at the burger place."
"Then he turned into a pair of hands, a stiff cock and two dangling balls, right?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"That's all any man is. The rest is illusion." His unseen head bowed down again to suck on her hidden little clit, to rake it with a flicking tongue.
"Hhhaaa," Melony sighed.
* * *
Alena was watching it all, cruelly bound, spread-eagled on a luxurious satin-covered bed. On the screen overhead, she could see her young daughter similarly bound, hands feeling her luscious tits and a shadowy black specter bobbing over her virgin cunt.
It made the woman seethe. She felt protective, but was helpless in bondage. And it made her jealously resentful. Alena's pussy ached for the attention of a man's tongue. She hated to watch lewd affection being lavished on a young girl who didn't fully understand it yet. Alena was desperately anxious for her turn to come again, forgetting that Gabe had promised her next trip with him would be to the guillotine.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Gabe had his young daughter's virgin cunt wet and hot, he climbed up on the table between her bound legs. Melony still couldn't see him.
She cringed and wrenched her lush young body, but the metal bands locked over her wrists and ankles held secure. Melony could only quake with unreasoning fear. Bill's cock had been barely half the size of the disembodied monster prick floating toward her now from the eerie black gloom.
"N-n-no," she stammered. "Don't do it to me. Whoever ... whatever you are, don't put that awful big thing in me!"
"That is how a girl completes the journey from being a girl to being a woman," the haunting voice intoned.
Melony heard a sound very much like the rasp of human breathing.
That barely had time to register in her reeling mind. One floating hand was gripping that big cock, guiding the prick into the tender mouth of her pussy slit. She winced and moaned and tried to pull away, but four locking bands at the corners of the cold metal table held her tightly and totally helpless.
All her normal senses screamed that males hands and fuck organs cannot float around in midair, but there they were. One hand milked a creamy big tit, and the other was wagging that huge cock up and down in her soft-lipped cunt.
It had to be a nightmare. This simply couldn't happen. Her anguished mind gripped that thought. It was all a bad dream and soon she would wake up.
Melody's lush young body relaxed, content to believe the heat in her cunt was a figment of her girlish imagination. How many times had she dreamed of a man's loving prick fucking into her? More than she could recall.
That was the girl's favorite fantasy-her first fuck. She had imagined her first fuck happening at least a hundred different ways.
Like a lot of young teenaged virgins, she lived an active fantasy life. She had even once dreamed about her own father falling hopelessly in love with her, fucking her.
That was the most delightfully strange fantasy of them all. And it was not entirely beyond reason. Melony knew that her mother wasn't satisfying him, that she hadn't for too long a time.
Melony giggled as sparks of pleasure shot from that dangling cock in her cunt slit straight to her brain.
"You can be anyone I want you to be," she said in a dreamy voice. "A famous movie star,, the leader of a rock group-"
"Yes, anyone," the voice said. "Women do that all the time just by closing their eyes."
"Really?" Melony clamped her cunt shut. Her young pussy was in throbbing frenzy from stirring his cock gently up and down in her narrow pussy.
"Who would you most like to claim your cherry?" the strange voice asked.
Melony grinned, her eyes still tightly closed. "I can't tell you. It's too sinful to reveal even in a dream."
"Tell me!" The head of his cock was whirling around the sheltered bud of her clit.
"My father!" she screamed. "He's such a wonderful man, and my mother treats him like shit!"
Alena winced, bound in splendor, but was unable to move. She had given no thought at all to other women who might crave what she had chosen to ignore. And she had never dreamed that her young virgin daughter Melony might be at the head of the list.
"He loves me," the girl was saying. "He would be better my first time than anyone else I can think of."
"Better than young Bill who was so anxious?" the voice asked sharply.
"Ooooh, yes. He was just greedy. He picked me up and would have tossed me away when he was through."
Gabe's lips curved into a lewd grin. His cock swirled around Melony's juicy clit again and an urgent heat burned in them both.
He pressed the bulbous head of his cock a little deeper into her simmering cunt.
"What about your wedding night?" Gabe asked.
Melony trembled, uncertain at first. Then she laughed, remembering this had to be a dream.
"No guy old enough to get married is going to be a virgin," she said. "Why should I?"
Gabe pushed into Melody's sleek pussy until his throbbing cock came to bear on the tender seal of her cherry.
She groaned sounds of nervous anticipation.
"Would you really want your own father to be the first to break through?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Melony didn't see how it could matter what she said in a dream.
Gabe's hands reached up and tugged at the hood fitted so tightly over his head. Melony saw his lewd grin, the familiar features ... all on a head suspended above her. There was still no body, only blankness between neck and cock.
"You want it all the way in you?" he asked, the voice less distorted now without the muffling effect of the hood he had removed.
"Yes, ooooh, yes!" Melony crooned the words, still thinking this was a dream.
Gabe pressed gently on her tender cherry. Melony was his favorite, a beautiful young girl and a lovable one despite innocence bordering on stupidity. She would be wiser and even more desirable when she emerged into the real world after the long weekend he had planned.
Gabe fucked into her virgin cunt and drew back with a cock smeared with and dripping red as though he'd just fucked a bucket of barn paint.
She winced and kept trying to tell herself it was not real.
Melony felt the strain as her cherry stretched under the head of Gabe's cock, but she was relaxed. It was dream torture. In the morning it would be gone. She screamed when her cherry split and gushed blood. She felt the heat, she felt the pain, and she felt the stabbing length of a huge long cockshaft. But none of it seemed real.
The sleek tight walls of her narrow virgin cunt tunnel were delightfully slow to spread. They resisted the intrusion of Gabe's big cock with all their quivering strength.
He took his time fucking into her, savoring the sensation. Warm blood, oozing from her tattered cherry, flowed all around his throbbing prickshaft.
Melony sobbed and winced as he filled her tender pussyhole. Wringing bands of cunt muscle convulsed due to the unfamiliar strain.
"Oooooh," he sighed, fucking into her to the hilt. "Your pussy is beautiful! The sweetest and tightest I ever fucked!" He knew Alena was watching on TV and able to hear every word, so he added, "Your mother's cunt is flabby as an old whore's compared to you!"
"It's so tight that it hurts!" Melony said tearfully.
"Only for a little while. Then your pussy will love it. You'll want me to fuck you again and again."
"Nnnooo, I don't think so." Her eyes blinked open as he drew back. A gasp of relief came from her sensuous lips.
Gabe bent down and kissed her, easing his tongue into her mouth.
Bill had done that to her at the drive-in and it had shocked Melony then, repulsing her girlish mind. Now, with a cock in her, a tongue seemed like nothing at all. In fact, she liked it. She sucked and Gabe's tongue and stroked it with hers, wishing her arms were free so that she could hug him.
His hands were on her ripe tits, kneading and caressing them. Her young nipples were filling with hot pulsing blood. After the harsh treatment needed to teach his older daughter and wife their lessons, Gabe enjoyed being more gentle with Melony.
He knew that Alena was watching too, and that his loving tenderness while fucking the young girl would torment his wife perhaps more than whipping her ass.
Gabe said, "Ooooh, Melony! I'll never be happy fucking your mother again. Not after this! Your sweet warm cunt is so exquisitely soft and tight!"
Melony's hands clenched into fists, her toes curled and her face wrenched into a knot of agonized delight.
"It-it doesn't hurt so much now," she murmured softly.
The raw edges of her frayed cherry had given in to the passage of his hardened cockshaft. The depths of her slender fuck tunnel embraced his prick warmly.
"You'll feel even better very soon," he promised, bending down to kiss and mingle tongues with her again.
This time Melony felt a rash of courage and stuck her tongue into his mouth.
Gabe sucked on it as his cock fucked into her pussy, swelling but not straining the pliant cunt walls now. Her tongue quivered anxiously in his mouth, then drew back. His tongue followed, and soon they were fucking tongues back and forth in passion.
Melony had all but forgotten the horrors of being bound and forced to witness the horror of an apparently disembodied cock. The prick was in her now, throbbing with a vibrant pulse, filling her excited cunt with heat that made her honey simmer.
"Oooooh, Daddy!" she cried. "I'm starting to like it!"
"That's good, baby. I like it too. I'm going to fuck you to a great climax and forget all about your mother's cheating cunt."
"Am I really that good?" she asked anxiously.
"You're better than good! You're great, Melony! And I'm going to teach you to be even better." Gabe worked his hips in a slow spiral and twisted his cock in her pussy. She gasped as the rhythm and tingling pressure sensations in her cunt changed.
Her pussy clenched and squirmed. He lunged for the next thrust, levering his cock against her tender clit and making the head of his meaty prick plow the floor of her pussyhole.
"Hhhooowheee!" she cried. Fierce tremors of pleasure sparked from her clit. Her clit bulged and throbbed against his vein-ridged cockshaft, swelling right out of its protective sheath. "I love it now, Daddy!"
"So do I, sweetheart! Your pussy is a treasure. I'm not going to miss your mother at all!"
"Hhhhmmm, she's not home much anyway." Melony giggled and squirmed, clenching her cunt muscles to hug her father's cock. The girl was in a state of dreamy bliss.
Instinct made her virgin cunt muscles squeeze and suck on the long prick that had ruined her tender cherry.
Gabe felt the increasing heat and strength of her rhythmic contractions. The anxious surging made his balls ache. Pressure swelled in them as a new load of cum simmered and gathered strength.
"Oh, your hot prick is really twitching now! It feels so good, Daddy! Fuck it harder. Really ram it deep!"
"That's just what I've been wanting to do!" Gabe stopped holding back. He arched and fucked into her with all his might.
Melony's breath gushed and the jarring impact made her dazzled eyes bulge. "Uunngh! More! I can take it now. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!"
Her teeth clenched as his cock fucked in again. Melony's head rolled in a soft tangle of long, silky, dark hair. Her lips trembled as though trying to speak, but she couldn't make a sound.
Then she began to hiss, "Something's happening inside of me. I feel all tense. My nerves are twanging!"
"You're going to have a climax. Your first real orgasm!"
"Does it get stronger than this?"
"A lot stronger, and a lot better!"
"Hhhooo, I can't stand any more. I can feel it all the way to my fingers and toes. Even my scalp is tingling!"
"And your pussy is going crazy, it's climbing my cock and pulling like a suction pump."
"Yes, I want to feel your jism. I want your cock to shoot me full. I won't really be a woman until you do!"
"You don't have long to wait, Melony. Hot and snug as your cunt is, I just can't hold back any longer."
"Let it go! I'm starting my climax, I know ... I'm so dizzy!"
"Harrrgh!" he roared, fucking deep as his cock heaved up a quicksilver burst of cum.
Melony screamed as searing heat flooded deep into her, deeper even than his cock could reach. It was lewdly thrilling and very soothing at the same time. The last rings of cunt muscle which had been restrained by her girlish fears flew into a frenzy of motion.
Wringing spasms ran up and down the length of her narrow pussy tube. Those spasms caused Gabe's cock to gush burst after burst of liquid fire. It ran into her cunt like a creamy lava flow. Cum filled the depths of her pussyhole and then backed up.
His cock pumped like a plunger, working slick cum all the way up to her pussy lips.
Melony was shrilling screams of joy. Orgasm was more intense than it had been in any of her previous dreams.
Contractions racked her whole body. Her tits trembled, her ass squirmed, and her lips pulled tight in a grimace of cringing delight when she had no more strength left to power a scream.
Gabe's cock gushed one last shot, and he sprawled on her, pressing hard on lush tits with his hands. "Oooh, Melony! Huuummm! I can't wait to fuck you again!"
"Will your cock get hard again soon?" she asked. Melony could feel his prick start to soften in the grip pf her cunt.
"It will if you suck on it for me."
"Hhhmmm, like I was doing to your tongue?"
"Just like that."
"But your prick is so much bigger."
"So you'll like it that much more."
"I'm sure I will!"
"You'd best hurry. It will be dawn soon."
"What happens then?"
"You'll wake up." He slipped his bloody prick out of freshly fucked virgin cunt and edged forward, easing his cock into her mouth.
Melony's tongue swept around the knobbed tip. She was excited rather than repulsed by the strange taste. He grinned coldly at the hidden camera lens. Alena had to be watching, and she knew what was to happen at dawn.
CHAPTER NINE
Alena watched in horror as her young daughter sucked happily on her father's cock, making his prick hard so he could fuck her again. The woman could think of nothing more perverted or depraved. She finally clamped her eyes shut and refused to watch. Then, exhausted by all she'd been through, she drifted into fitful sleep.
She was awakened by the touch of a gentle hand.
"Your Highness, it's time to get up." Trina stood over her dressed in a frilly little French maid's outfit, but the girl didn't seem to recognize her own mother.
"Trina," the woman said, blinking herself awake. "You've got to help me!"
"Yes, Your Highness. That's why I'm here. She moved to the foot of the bed and spun the crank to ease the tension of her mother's velvet-sheathed arm and leg restraints. Gabe had instructed her well, and the girl delighted in being part of his new plan instead of its victim.
Alena sat up, freeing her bound wrists and ankles as soon as she had slack enough to work her hands. "We've got to get out of here," she said urgently.
"You must dress first. I've brought your own beautiful gown. Then I'll brush your hair and put on your crown."
"There's no time for that! Don't you understand? Your father has gone crazy. He means to kill me!" Things Gabe had said while fucking Melony convinced her of that.
The maid laughed softly. "Your Highness, my father is a humble peasant. He hardly knows you. It's the Lord High Executioner who's waiting."
Alena studied her daughter's impassive face and saw not even a flicker of recognition.
"Oh, God," she sobbed. "He's won you over. He's made you crazy too. My own daughter-"
"I'm only your servant girl. That's all I've been since you took the throne. Now get dressed, please. The Lord High Executioner doesn't like to be kept waiting."
The woman leaped up and ran to the door, only to find it locked. She whirled, grabbed Trina's shoulders and shook her violently.
"Come to your senses!" Alena screamed desperately. "I know most of this is make believe, but that guillotine really works! There's no telling what he might do. I know he's tired of me-"
"I'm tired of you too!" Trina said coldly, producing the menacing black-handled cat-o'-nine-tails from behind her back.
Alena shrank hack. "You wouldn't!" she said. "Not your own mother!"
"You aren't my mother. Not anymore. You're just a haughty bitch too important to have time for me-"
"I won't let you!" Alena flew at Trina with hands like claws. Trina swung the lash below them and struck across her mother's naked tits.
Alena screamed and staggered back, sinking to her knees, arms crossed over her tortured tits. A maze of fiery red welts blazed beneath her fingers. The knotted tip of one stinging thong had hit her left nipple directly and had drawn a tiny drop of bright-red blood.
She felt oozing warm beneath her fingers and shrieked in horror, shocked as much by the fact that her daughter could do such a thing as by the frightful pain itself.
"Trina ... no!" Alena looked up in dismay and saw the girl leering, raising the cat for another stinging lash. She screamed and dropped her head, hunching protectively on her knees.
Nine knotted throngs lashed down with ominous hisses and fanned across her back, spreading pain like wildfire.
Gabe stood just outside the room, watching it all with a lewd grin curling his lips. What appeared to be a mirror on the wall was actually a piece of one-way glass. He had a great view. And the way his daughter had taken to her new role pleased him greatly.
Alena screamed, scrambling to get on her feet. Searing pain rendered so many muscles and nerves useless that she stumbled like a drunk.
Trina turned the near-helpless woman toward the bed and kicked her in the ass with a high-heeled shoe. The slender spike sank into her shithole like a sword. Alena pitched forward and fell across the bed.
Trina grabbed the nearest velvet-sheathed noose her mother had left open and cinched it around Alena's neck. It was one anchored on the far side of the bed, meant to hold a wrist.
She grabbed another at the foot on the near side of the huge bed and yanked that right around her mother's ankle. Alena was too pained and stunned to do more than thrash. Then Trina turned the crank, stretching her diagonally across the bed.
With each turn of the crank, Trina mocked the tone of her mother's demanding voice. "Fix dinner tonight, Trina. I'm going to a meeting. Wash the dishes, Trina. Vacuum the rug and dust the living room, Trina. I'm having some important guests in-"
Alena clawed frantically as the noose cinching tighter and tighter around her elegant long neck.
"Aaagggh," she groaned.
The velvet sheath felt soft, but the sinewy cable inside pulled tighter with each click of the ratchet.
The woman twisted and flopped on her back, arching to resist strain with all her strength.
"You're choking me!" she cried. Her bound leg was stretched out straight, her fingers caught beneath the tightening neck band.
Alena's eyes bulged and looked pleadingly at the daughter she hardly recognized now.
"Remember all the times I needed to talk to you?" Trina asked in bitter contempt. "Now, now, dear. Mother is in a hurry. Mother doesn't have time right now, an important meeting to attend!"
"Trina, please-" Her voice rasped. "We can talk now."
"No, Your Highness. There isn't time. It's almost dawn, and you have another important meeting to attend."
Alena sobbed, terrified, wishing there was some way to live the last few years over again. Trina just grinned, unconcerned by her mother's torment.
"And now I know what you were really doing," the girl said coldly. "Playing whore to all those important men!"
Her hand flew back and the nine-tongued lash fanned its stinging fire across Alena's cunt mound.
"Yeeeooow!" the woman screamed, trying to tug her hands free from beneath the binding neck cord. Her body wrenched and twisted.
"I took the first whipping that your faithless cunt deserved," Trina said hotly.
"I know, and I'm sorry."
"Yes, you are. You're a sorry mother. A sorry wife. A sorry excuse for a woman. I'll bet you aren't even a good whore. That's why you had to have so many men. Nobody wanted you more than once!" Trina brought the lash down with a hiss. It made a loud crack.
Alena's eyes were tightly shut, but she saw a flash like a lightning bolt. Pain spread through her loins as though she had been immersed in liquid fire.
Her pussy seethed, smarting from the brutal kiss of the cat. One knotted thong had struck her bulging clit. That tender nub seemed to explode and shower sparks of pain. The anguished writhings of her pussy brought strong, scented fuck honey simmering to its stung lips.
"My cunt also got a fucking meant for you," Trina said. "My pussy bled because of you!" She struck again, with force enough to jar a young tit from the low-cut top of her; skimpy little maid's uniform.
Alena bucked and kicked her one leg free. This time, the knotted thongs did more than welt her tender pussy slit. They broke skin enough to draw nine gleaming drops of blood.
"You look just like a punctured virgin now," Trina said with a smug grin.
"I-I didn't mean for that to happen to you," Alena sobbed, barely able to control her quaking voice.
"It's no great loss. I'd have been fucked by now if I'd gone to that beach party, but it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun as this."
Trina then laughed, enjoying the power. She turned and gazed out the window behind her. The ominous wooden frame of the towering guillotine was bathed in a pale-red glow. The light was one that Gabe controlled with a dimmer, but it looked like the first rays of dawn had struck the gleaming blade. It glimmered as though wet with blood.
Alena saw it and screamed, her mind so racked with pain that she forgot about being trapped in a ghastly world of nightmarish illusions. The pain that stung every nerve and the blood dripping from the mouth of her pussy were all too real, and all too agonizing.
From somewhere beyond the window came a slow and mournful drum roll. Alena's worried eyes turned instinctively toward the sound, and she saw the red glow getting brighter on the upraised guillotine blade.
"It's time now," Trina said, putting down the cat. She turned the crank to loosen her mother's restraints, then worked her bound neck and ankle free. "Get up. We have to go."
"The dress," Alena said desperately. "You said you brought a beautiful gown for me to wear." Anything to stall for time.
"Too late. You'll have to go as you are." Trina gripped her arm.
"No!" Alena recoiled, completely caught up in illusion, her mind so weakened by pain she could believe the frightfully bizarre.
Trina grabbed her mother and snaked a slim black leather thong from the pocket of her apron.
Alena flailed her fists, but she was stiff from bondage and weak with pain. The blows had little effect.
Trina lunged and the two of them fell across the bed. The girl was agile and strong. She pushed Alena over on her face and wrestled the woman's arms behind her back. Trina bound them with the thong, cinching it tight and knotting it hard.
"That will keep your arms from flopping when your head flies off," she said merrily.
"Now get up!"
Her mother didn't respond except with a panic-strickened sob, so the girl grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.
Gabe was waiting right outside the door in his executioner's outfit-tall black boots, tight black pants, a broad leather belt and the ominous black hood, and no shirt. His muscles flexed when he grabbed Alena's arm.
"No, don't," she moaned, her knees felt weak and rubbery.
"The time for you to give us orders has passed," he said darkly. "The peasants are in revolt."
They were dragging her into the courtyard setting, toward the base of the towering guillotine. The wooden neck stock was open. Just waiting.
Alena shuddered weakly and tried to kick, but Gabe and Trina pushed her down on the small wooden platform that would support her upper body. He slammed the top half of the neck stock down to bind her head in place.
Looking down, Alena saw the woven basket in place to catch her head when it dropped.
She was bent at the wrist, her ass hanging over the edge of the platform, her wrists tightly bound behind her back.
"Tie her ankles too," the executioner said.
Trina replied with a smile. "My pleasure, master."
"Stop it!" Alena screamed. "This madness has come far enough!"
Gabe clicked his tongue and walked around to face her head while Trina grabbed and tied her mother's ankles with another thong. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Still the haughty queen, giving orders to the very last-"
"Gabe, you can't do this to me. Not even as a hoax. It's too cruel!"
He shrugged and said, "This is punishment befitting a regal slut."
"Please, Gabe-" She choked back a flood of tears. "I'll do anything for you."
"Suck my cock," he said, hauling it out of his tight black pants. His prick throbbed, hard from the excitement of watching his daughter whip his faithless wife. And his cock was still smeared red on silver white, virgin blood and cum residue from their younger daughter's cunt.
"Yes," she said almost choking. "I'd love to suck your cock."
Gabe pushed the basket aside and dropped on his knees in front of her. The wooden yoke binding her neck was at just the right height for convenient cock sucking. He brought the bloodied head of his cock to her lips and said, "I'll have to remember not to shove it too far down your throat: If the blade should slip and drop while I was in you all the way-" He broke off in a peal of wicked laughter.
Trina stood watching from the other side of the guillotine frame.
He saw the anxious look of sexual excitement in her eyes and asked, "Would you like to kiss her royal ass and maybe fuck it with your tongue?"
"Hhhhmmm, yes! I've been kissing her ass for a long time. Now I can really enjoy it," Trina giggled, and straddled her mother's bound legs, bending forward to plant lewd kisses on Alena's hot whipped ass cheeks.
Gabe pushed the rank knob of his cock into Alena's mouth. She winced, and her eyes watered.
Aware that his terror-stricken wife was not above spiteful cruelty herself, he gripped a heavy rope dangling by the side of the frame.
"This trips the blade release," he said. "If you bite too hard, of if you fail to satisfy me completely, the blade drops. Your head won't fall in the basket. It will hang there on the shaft of my cock ... and I'll fuck your face until there's no warmth left in you."
Glazed jism turned slick again in the heat and dampness of her mouth. The coppery-sweet taste of blood became stronger, as she was forced to suck the cock that had just fucked her favorite daughter. , Trina took to kissing ass with depraved delight. She clamped her hands on her mother's ass cheeks and spread them as wide as she could. She blew puffs of warm breath on the puckered rim and smiled when she saw how even that faint stimulation made her mother's shitter squirm.
Then she bowed her head and nibbled around the mouth of Alena's ass. Her mother's asshole quaked and trembled.
"There should still be some of my cum in her if you want to suck it out," he said.
"Hhhmmm!" Trina bent down again and stuck her tongue in as far as it would reach.
Alena jerked, scraping her neck inside the circle of wood that bound her under the blade. She wanted to scream, but Gabe's cock filled her mouth and throat.
He laughed under his long black hood. "You might be the first bitch to save her head by giving it!"
CHAPTER TEN
Gabe fucked deep into Alena's throat despite his earlier words of caution. And Trina was spiking her tongue into Alena's ass. Shivering sensations raced both ways, colliding. Alena's body bucked violently, racked between torment and tingling delight.
The taste of his cock wasn't bad once she stopped thinking. And Trina's wiggling tongue sparked waves of pleasure. Alena liked the small wet and squirming thing in her ass. It excited without abusing the sensitive nerves in her narrow ass tunnel.
Her breathing became faster. Her heart began to race. Gabe fucked his cock in with a steady driving rhythm that she began to enjoy. Her tongue rippled and stroked the tender underside of his prick.
She sucked hard and whirled her tongue around his wet prick-knob when he drew back. She clenched her throat to tantalize him when he fucked in.
Gabe began to moan sounds of pleasure, but he also wanted to keep her in a desperate state of agitation as long as possible.
"Don't get too horny and make me cum," he said. "When I've shot my load, the blade drops."
"Unnngh," she groaned, strickened into complete paralysis. Even the delights of a wriggling tongue up her ass didn't make her mouth respond.
"Don't let me get bored either," he said. "When I lose my patience with your timid lips, you lose your head. "The way they will convulse when the blade drops just might be the most exquisite sensation."
"Hungh," she groaned, sucking again and cringing with fear. Alena's rational mind kept trying to say this was all a cruel prank, a cleverly engineered hoax. But the rest of her wouldn't listen.
The wooden yoke around her neck was real. So was the rough surface of the small platform that chafed her naked flesh when she writhed. And Alena found that she just couldn't lie still, not when Trina was tongue-fucking and delighting her ass.
"Keep it up," Gabe said to his daughter. "Your tongue makes her throat ripple in tantalizing new ways. Hhhmmm, she's so sleek and vibrant, I'm almost ready to cum!"
"Nungh," Alena gasped, opening her mouth and trying to stop the lewd spasms in her throat.
Gabe snarled, "Suck it, bitch. I'm getting bored with you." Alena felt the torment of indecision.
Damned if she did and damned if she didn't.
Trina delighted in adding to her mother's distress. She plunged and wiggled her tongue. She spiked her mother with twisting thrusts. Then she drove in straight and deep.
Alena hissed and gurgled, her body squirming.
And the girl decided to do more. She reached both hands around her mother's waist and fingered her juicy cunt slit. It was hot from the stinging kiss of the cat, damp with seeping honey and small drops of blood where the knotted tips had broken tender skin.
Trina parted her mother's abused pussy lips and stroked Alena's clit. Her anxious writhing became wilder. To receive pleasure on top of pain magnified both sensations to the extreme.
She tongue-fucked her mother's ass and whirled her clit at the same time. Alena's pussy seethed between the two prongs of pleasure. Her throat convulsed in anguished delight.
Gabe sighed joyously, thrilled by her passionate suction gone out of control.
"Oh, please don't cum yet, master. I want to suck her cunt. The cat left it as bloody as mine when my cherry popped."
"All right, my dear. I can wait while you amuse yourself."
"Could we turn her over on her back?" Trina asked. "Her pussy would be easier to suck in that position."
"I don't see why not. Her neck will turn inside the yoke, and she can look up at the blade that way."
Trina rolled her over with a giggle of anticipation.
Alena felt pain in her shoulders, felt the chafe of the yoke encircling her neck, and she saw the gleaming sharp blade suspended ten feet above her throat.
Gabe still kept his cock in her mouth. Now, with her head bent back, he was treated to entirely different sensations. The angle of her throat and the sleek points of friction all changed.
While the two of them adjusted to their new positions, Alena had a brief moment to study the terrifying mechanism in which she was bound. She could see nothing in the slotted track that would guide the heavy blade that might stop its deadly plunge. She shuddered and closed her eyes, and, by then, Trina was happily sucking her cunt.
Trina had none of her mother's timidity. She liked the tangy combination of fuck honey, cum and coppery-sweet blood. She licked and slurped with a raging hunger that left Alena in a quivering state of shock.
Her pussy was heating up and its spasms made her throat heave.
Gabe loved it. He fucked his cock faster, grunting each time he fucked deep down her throat.
Trina clasped her hands on her mother's ass cheeks and parted them to fuck a finger into her shithole.
Alena wrenched and tossed on the narrow wooden platform. Spiked from behind by a wiggling finger, she arched and felt more tingling delight from the tongue whipping her clit.
It was all too much. Her passions soared. Her mind whirled, forgetting the blade. It was only one of many bright gleaming lights she saw when her jangling nerves tensed in orgasm.
Gabe's body jerked, his cock throbbing with the heat of desire. His balls felt weighty with another load of cum, surging and rising like a silver-white tide.
The first gushing spurt thrilled Alena. It was what she needed, the fuel to launch her orgasm into orbit. She gulped and sucked in lewd delight, taking spurt after spurt into her wringing throat.
She gurgled sounds of eerie satisfaction. Her pussy, asshole and throat all quaked with spasms of unrestrained delight. Then she sighed and settled back, letting her mind wander in the hazy world of dreamy delight.
Alena had sucked Gabe's throbbing cock dry, and he slipped it out. He was standing beside her and smiling down when her eyes flickered into focus and saw him again. She tongued a pearly drop of cum off her softly parted lips and smiled up at him.
"I really liked sucking your cock that time," she said. "And what Trina did to me-hhhrnmm!"
"Yes, it was good."
She could see that he was smiling beneath the supple drape of black leather.
"Good-bye, Alena," he whispered, and she watched in horror as he yanked the cord to release the blade.
The blade dropped, hissing ominously in the guiding tracks, dropping faster than a lightning bolt.
A scream of terror swelled in her chest, but never reached her lips. Alena fainted before she could make a sound. She didn't know the blade had jarred to a stop two inches above her throat ... or that it was not the same blade that had so neatly severed the dummy's neck. The one in place now had a hollow cutting edge made of thin foil. It wouldn't even slice soft butter.
"Quick," Gabe said. "Get the other basket!"
Trina did, hurrying so they would have it in place before Alena regained her senses. This one had a cut-out in the bottom that would slip over her head and then close like a iris around her neck.
When Alena awoke, it would seem that her severed head was in the basket. They sat her up and slipped it on, seating her on a pad on the floor below the guillotine frame. Trina rubbed a pain-dulling lotion on her mother's body so that she would not be aware of sensations anywhere below the neck, and she chuckled, trying to imagine how terrifying the illusion would be.
Gabe rubbed an ointment for sore muscles around her neck before closing the open bottom of the basket around her throat. It exuded heat that would soon make her neck painfully warm.
"Good thing she's a hard-hearted bitch," Gabe said as he worked. "The shock of this might kill a normal woman."
Their work done, they climbed up on the platform above her head and stared down, waiting anxiously for Alena's eyes to open. When they did, slowly coming into focus, she had to blink several times before figuring out what it was she was she saw so close to her face.
When she realized it was the side of the basket she wanted to scream, but the shock was too great. Her jaw gaped and she couldn't make a sound.
Trina had smeared her hands with artificial blood and had spattered the white lace trim of her maid's uniform with it too. Alena rolled her eyes and looked up. The girl was saying to the hooded executioner, "I've disposed of the body, master."
"Good, I'm sure the dogs will enjoy it."
"What do you want me to do with the head?"
"Piss on it."
"What fun!" Trina raised her short skirt, squatted over the open top of the basket and let go a yellow stream that splashed down on her mother's hair and face.
Thinking that her neck had been cut, that her life blood was draining away, additional abuse hardly registered in Alena's tormented mind. Trina pissed herself dry and stepped aside, but not out of sight. Gabe had his cock in hand and he took over, showering Alena with a rank-smelling golden stream.
They watched her spattered eyes blink, and tears of shock streamed down her cheeks along with the eye-smarting piss. Her lips quivered and her neck burned against the bottom of the basket. She willed her arms and legs to move but they would not. Alena couldn't even feel them anymore.
It was getting darker. Her vision was failing. And her head suddenly felt chilling cold. Gabe had a hand just out of sight on the dial of a dimmer switch. A small fan blew air through the basket. On a face wet with piss, that created a convincing chill.
Alena's face knotted in despair. She shuddered and felt consciousness slipping away. She passed out from shock again, this time thinking surely she was dead-that if she awakened again it would either be in heaven or hell. Her last agonized thoughts wondered which it would be.
* * *
Melony slept in blissful calm, her mind convinced that her rape by the disembodied cock of her father was all part of a lewd dream. She stirred a little, but didn't wake up when he lifted her and carried her upstairs to her own bed.
Trina helped him, bathing her drowsy sister with a sponge and slipping her into a pretty nightie. Her eyes fluttered when they rested her head on the pillow, but she didn't awake up.
Gabe motioned for Trina to leave the room. "You're supposed to be at a beach party all weekend, remember?"
"Yes, I know ... but I'd like to watch you with her," she said anxiously.
"Later. Right now I want you to take care of your mother. I told you what to do."
Trina nodded, grinning lewdly. "Yes, and that will be almost as much fun. I'll have her all ready for you."
"Good, I'll be down in a little while. Now I have to put on my normal clothes and finish up here." He grinned then and pinched Trina's ass affectionately. "See you in hell," he said.
A little later, Melony was awakened by the soft touch of her father's hand and the sound of his consoling voice. "Wake up, Melony. It's all right ... your daddy is here."
"Huh? What? Oooooh, what's the matter?" She felt a surging wave of relief when she found herself safe and snug in her own bed.
"You must have been having a nightmare," Gabe said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "You were babbling the craziest things."
"Ooooh, yes," she said. "It was a crazy dream. I guess because of that awful boy and the weird movie we went to see. I was a prisoner on something like a spacecraft and an eerie voice was talking about making a journey from innocence to womanhood." Melonv sighed and hugged him warmly. "I'm glad it's over, and I'm glad you're here."
Gabe circled his strong arms around her and pressed her trembling breasts to his chest. "Is that all the dream was?"
"Aaaahhh, no there's more, but I shouldn't even talk about that."
"Hey, I'm your father. You can tell me anything."
"Well, all I could see at first was a big male-thing."
"You mean a penis?"
"I mean a cock," she said bluntly. "It was huge. Then I saw a pair of hands with it, and they felt my tits. And that big cock fucked me!"
"There, there. It's all right. You're with me now."
"You don't understand. I was with you then. I finally saw your face. I dreamed you were fucking me, and not just once."
He tightened his consoling embrace and rubbed her back, stroking his fingers through long waves of silky hair.
"You'll soon forget all about that," Gabe said.
"I don't think so. You see, I liked it. And I still feel all queasy inside ... like I want you to do it again."
"Oooooh, Melony!" He kissed the side of her'neckiand nibbled her ear. His free hand' cupped a lush tit and fondled it gently. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. I want you to be my first man."
"Hhhmmmm, I've always been the first man in your life." His hands slid under her brief nightie and teased around her nipples.
"It feels so good when you fondle my tits," she purred.
Gabe now had his tongue in her cunt to stimulate more passionate desire. He curled his tongue around her clit and sucked until she was moaning and bucking her hips.
"I think my dream made it easier. I'm not a bit afraid now."
"That's good." Gabe was taking off his clothes. Removing his shirt created only a slight response. The hard muscles "of his chest and lean belly had been all sheathed in black in what Melony had thought was a dream.
But she shivered anxiously when she saw his stiff cock and big balls. They looked exactly as before, even the pattern of bulging blue veins was the same.
"Oh, God ... it was your cock that I saw before. I couldn't have imagined it in exact detail."
"Don't think about that, only about how much you enjoyed it."
"Yes, that's the important thing!"
He climbed into bed with her and swung into position between her spread legs, slanting his cock down to her pussy. Her cunt was wet and slick with seeping fuck honey. His prick entered smoothly, gliding in without obstruction.
"My cherry is gone," she cried. "Nothing tore. Nothing hurt. I only feel pleasure from your big cock now."
"And pleasure is all you're going to feel from now on!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Melony felt more than the heated throb of his cock. Now she was free to move her arms and legs. That added to her excitement. She hugged Gabe passionately and brought his lips down on hers.
Their tongues fucked back and forth in a wet tangle of seething desire as his cock fucked rhythmically in and out of her hole.
His hands cupped her soft tits and his thumbs whirled on her nipples to send twisting shocks of delight into her cunt. Supple waves of muscle pulsed and squeezed his hard cockshaft.
She raised her legs and angled her buttery young cunt so he could fuck even deeper.
"Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on," he said. "I'm going to fuck you good this time!"
"What do you mean, this time?" Melony was still confused about what was reality and what was illusion.
"I mean men have dreams too," he answered blandly. "This isn't the first time I've wanted to fuck your sweet young cunt."
"Because mother ignores you so?" she asked.
"Partly. But more because you're so beautiful and so sexy!"
"Hhhhmmm, so are you! And much better with me than any young boy could be!"
Gabe gasped excitedly, enjoying the writhing motions of her sleek pussy. Her slender cunt channel was a seething tube of subtle stimulation, then a wrenching hollow of unleashed delight.
Fucked hard and fast, Melony's pussy responded with gentle swirling motions that drove him wild. Fucked slow and tender, her cunt clamped and bucked to demand more.
"Ungh," she groaned. "Give it to me! Fuck me hard! My cherry is gone ... you can't hurt me now!"
Gabe bowed his head lower and kissed her tits while stroking his cock slowly and savoring the lewd fury of his daughter's newly awakened lust. He filled his mouth with luscious soft tit and filled her cunthole with a steely hard prick.
Melony liked both. She bucked wildly, delighted to have her lush body so free to move. Sensations of pleasure became stronger when she could thrust herself wantonly at him.
Her cunt was so sleek and hot that the feeling started his balls quaking. He'd churned up another load and was anxious to shoot it into her.
She felt the tension in his body, the throb bing of his cock and knew what that meant.
"My pussy has your hot dick ready to cum again," Melony cooed.
"Yeah, that's a great little cunt you've got!"
"Mother will be so jealous," she giggled anxiously.
"It will teach her a lesson."
"Teach me, Daddy. Show me everything I must do to please you."
"I will, don't worry." The words came with a sharp hiss of hot breath. "I'll teach you things that even your bitch mother doesn't know yet."
Gabe pumped jism into her, liking it more now than before.
She did too. Melony felt like a woman, taking cum and wringing her sleek cunt to get more. Melony didn't stop when she'd wrung him dry. She was screaming a shrill cry, enthralled by the spasms of her own climax, wishing that it would go on and on. But when her flaring passions reached their peak, she felt to weak to endure anything more.
They both sighed as the glowing warmth of satisfaction flowed over them. Father and daughter lay together, both fulfilled and embracing tenderly.
The girl smiled at him and said, "Now you want me to suck you hard again, don't you?"
"How do you know?"
"Because of something in my dream," she answered coyly.
"Yes, of course ... in your dream."
* * *
Alena awoke cold and naked in a totally dark place. She blinked, still dazed by the shocking terror of the guillotine, but it made no difference whether her eyes were open or shut. She could see nothing either way.
She shivered from the chilling cold and, hugged her arms across her chest. Her arms? That came as a shock. She felt in the darkness, exploring herself. Her flesh was cold and clammy, but it was a relief to be able to feel anything at all. Then her trembling fingers reached up to her neck, and she felt the circle of stitches that ringed her throat.
Her hands jerked away in horror and slammed into something near like a wall, but sleek and soft. It was satin. She raised her hands then and felt more of it close above her head. Realization stabbed her heart like a knife.
"I'm in a coffin!" she cried. "They've sewed my head on only to bury me!"
But then Alena took a deep breath and tried to calm her cringing nerves.
"I can't be dead, because I can move ... because I can feel the cold," she told herself. Doubt still persisted.
She beat her fists on the satin-lined coffin lid and screamed. "Let me out! I'm not dead! I can't be dead! My heart is beating and my temples throb! Damn you, Gabe! Damn you to hell, it's another of your awful deceptions!"
There was no answer, and Alena couldn't bulge the lid with all her strength. That sent a new chill of fear coursing through her veins. If the coffin was so tightly sealed, how long would she be able to breathe?
Alena forced herself to remain very still, to save her breath. But it was hard to remain calm when her entire body was in the grip of stark terror. Her heart still raced and her chest heaved. Alena sobbed and started to pray, something she hadn't done in a long time.
As if in answer, the coffin lid creaked open. She remained in total darkness, but she heard the squeal of the hinges, and when she reached up she found the lid gone.
Hands grasped hers. Alena felt relief and then a new shock of terror. The hands were scaly like a fish, but very warm.
"Welcome!" a deep male voice said. It wasn't Gabe's voice, he couldn't have disguised it so well when speaking clearly.
"Wh-where am I?" she asked nervously. Two strong hands helped her sit up and climb out of the coffin.
"This is eternity," the voice said. It seemed to come from all around her.
"An endless black void?" she croaked. "That's all there is?"
"You are in transition. Come with me and watch your step."
"Why-why are we going down stairs?" Alena was frightened and unable to see. The scaly hand that guided her was little consolation.
"Because hell is where all faithless sluts are sent," the voice said after several seconds of chilling silence.
"No," she snarled, trying to break free from his grasp. The air became sultry warm with a sulphur stink and ahead in the gloom she could see a faint red glow. "Gabe, stop this! I've had enough, and I know you're behind it all somehow!"
They had reached a smooth flat floor and Alena was being led toward the faint glow. It got a little brighter and she could barely make out the outline of a black cross-one about six feet tall with the crossbar shoulder high.
"Gabe only began your punishment," the voice boomed from all directions at once. "I've been assigned to complete it. You will call me Lucifer or Satan, or simply The Devil. I don't care."
"I'm calling you a crock of shit! You're some character actor Gabe knows."
The reply came as a roar of malicious laughter. Trina shrugged and said to her sister, Melony, "That's the best I can do. Dad doesn't have a good answer recorded for that remark."
The girls were sitting in a small cubicle reached through a concealed door. They had a stereo tape player and a list of the lines Gabe had an actor friend record for him.
He'd told Trina, "If nothing else fits, give her that mocking laugh." He was now in the domed chamber Melony had been duped to think was a spacecraft. Gabe only had to remove the table and put the cross in its place.
He pushed Alena up to it now. She struggled but he stretched out her right arm and locked it under a metal band near the end of the crossbar.
Melony was watching through a small window of one-way glass. "She's struggling," she said. "Give her the line about that."
Trina checked the list and cued the tape, then she pressed the "play" button and speakers all around the edge of the dimly lit room blared, "Stop struggling! I'm not sure how much strain those stitches will take. If your head comes off again, you'll have to spend eternity holding it under your arm!"
Gabe grabbed her other arm and stretched it out, snapping the locking band over it. Alena still thrashed, struggling against her restraints.
"He's getting that iron neckband ready now," Melony whispered.
"O.K." Trina cued the tape to the next spot and played another pre-recorded line scripted to fit the action. She enjoyed her part in her mother's torment.
"This will help keep your head in place," the voice said with a peal of laughter.
Gabe snapped a three-inch-wide iron collar shut around Alena's neck, locking her head to the upright beam of the cross.
Melony turned up the red glowing light a little more and Alena could see her tormentor clearly for the first time. It was Gabe costumed realistically as The Devil-a snug outfit all covered with gleaming red scales. A hood covered the upper half of his face, and plastic fangs were cemented to his eye teeth. He had horns and a tail, and that mocking laugh sounded again as she stared, not wanting to believe.
"Get ready to hit the gas igniter," Trina said.
"All set," Melony replied, her finger poised.
Around the cross where Alena had been shackled, Gabe had arranged a circle of realistic-looking artificial fireplace logs that seem to burn because of gas jets.
He pointed a scaly red finger and directed Alena's attention to them. Then, with a commanding wave of his hand, they all ignited. A ring of fire leaped up almost as high as her crotch so near the she could feel the heat.
It seemed pleasant for a few moments after having been kept chilled in the coffin while Gabe prepared the new setting for his next sexual adventure, but the heat quickly became unbearable and Alena was afraid that a draft might blow the dancing tongues of flame into contact with her tender skin.
"There are no cold faithless cunts in my realm," the voice said with a maniacal laugh. "Your pussy will remain perpetually hot and anxious to grant the pleasures I demand."
"Go to hell!" Alena spat the words and then laughed despite the anguish of her ordeal. Having no better response on the tape, the mocking laughter joined with hers.
The Devil faded into the gloom beyond range of her vision and returned a moment later carrying a three-tined fork longer than he was tall.
A lewd grin curled his lips, exposing the fangs that looked frighteningly real in the flickering red glow. He stood back from the dancing tongues of flame and thrust the barbed metal tines into the fire to heat them up.
Melony and her sister Trina were both watching the obscene spectacle intently.
"Dad sure went to a lot of trouble to set all this up," the younger girl said.
"What else did he have to do with mom gone so much?" Trina's voice showed only tense anticipation, no hint of sympathy for her mother so cruelly bound to the cross in the center of a burning ring of fire. Their relationship had been strained by neglect too, and Trina enjoyed having a small part in her most frightening humiliation.
Alena had no way of knowing, but the trident fork was made of a special alloy that glowed cherry red at a temperature just hot enough to raise a red welt. Iron or steel heated that ruby glow would have charred flesh clear to the bone.
That was all she could think about. Alena bit her lips as she watched the tines of the fork start to sheen red. Sweat ran down her face, onto her nipples where two drops dangled like shimmering beads.
Her belly, her thighs, her whole body were glazed with sweat from the fearsome heat. Gabe drew the fork from the fire and edged toward her, reaching out so that she could feel the radiating heat.
She strained against the locking metalbands.
He was reaching right toward her cunt with the fork, holding the three tines vertically, reaching out until it was between her spread thighs, almost touching the upright beam of the cross.
Alena cringed but could not pull away. Her legs were unbound, but she dared not kick or spread them too far or her feet would be in the encircling flames. "You're a monster!" she cried. "A sadistic beast!"
"Oh, we've got a good line to answer that," Trina said, grinning as she cued the tape and pushed the button.
"You've always been attracted to men of power," the voice boomed. "In this dark realm, I rule supreme. My power is absolute!"
"Your sinful corruption is absolute as well," she sobbed. That they had to answer with another peal of mocking laughter.
Gabe edged the fork closer to one creamy smooth thigh.
Alena felt the glow heat and screamed, "Don't touch me!"
After a moment of silence the voice demanded, "When did you ever tell a powerful man that?"
"N-n-never," she sobbed tearfully.
"That's why you've been made to suffer!"
Gabe leered through the eye-slits of his scaly hood and pressed the tines flat against her left thigh.
"Aagggh!" Alena gasped.
Sweat sizzled into steam and three welts remained when the fork pulled away. He thrust the tines into the fire to heat up again.
She was afraid to look down, expecting the burn to be far worse than it was. Her knees weakened from the smarting pain magnified by her fearful illusions. Gabe calmly heated the tines glowing red again and touched the inner slope of her other thigh.
Since he'd allowed less time for the special alloy to cool before making contact this time the pain was sharper, more intense and terrifying. And he held the top tine close to her crotch. It singed a tuft of pussy hair and made a terrible stink.
Alena jerked and twitched her lower body.
"Who are you?" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"
The pre-recorded voice had her fooled. She had still not recognized Gabe as her costumed tormentor.
Trina had to roll the tape back and cue it up to start in the middle of a line she'd used earlier. That took a little time, but no more than needed to reheat the fork. "You will call me Lucifer, or Satan, or simply The Devil. I don't care."
A fully alert mind might have noticed the exact repetition, but Alena was in no state by then to pick up on minor details. The pains blazing on her thighs sent tears running from her eyes. Her knees sagged even more, and her metal-bound wrists ached from the strain.
Gabe heated the fork again, turned it flat and reached out through the flames to aim right at her pussy slit.
"Nnnooo!" she screamed, envisioning terrible disfigurement. The middle tine was longer than the other two and it was coming straight toward her tender clit.
He held it only an inch away, letting her feel the heat while it cooled just enough not to deaden her fuck nerves permanently. Then he touched her and laughed in his own voice when he heard her scream.
Cunt honey vaporized with a hiss into musky smoke. More pussy hair was singed, adding to the acrid scent, and a stabbing shot of red hot pain sparked a climax both more grand and more terrible than any she'd ever experienced.
Alena's knees turned to jelly, her head fell limp, all her weight on her bound wrists. Her pussy convulsed into wrenching spasms that made her whole body quake. Gabe touched her again to heighten her tormented delight.
He would have done it a third time, but Alena had fainted again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Alena awoke in the elegant bed chamber where her torment had begun. She became aware first of her clit, of the lingering tremors of depraved desire caused by the touch of that heated fork. Her pussy was still seething.
She moaned and tried to move her hands to soothe her cunt, but found her wrists bound as before in tightly cinched loops of velvet-sheathed cable. Her ankles too. Alena was spread-eagled and utterly helpless, unable to move, her limbs pulled by cruel tension toward the four corners of the bed.
A fresh surge of chilling fear went through her veins like iced water. Her dark eyes flared wide with fright and suddenly came into sharp focus. Her daughters, Trina and Melony, were beside the bed, both staring down with grins curving their soft lips.
Trina stood on the left, Melony on the right. Both of them were stark naked.
Alena blinked and said, "You've got to help me. Quick, before your father comes back."
Trina's impish grin twisted. "Yes, Mother. We're going to help you." She climbed up on the bed. But the girl bent down and kissed one of her mother's tits, lewdly tonguing the nipple hard.
"Aaagggh!" the woman gasped. "Melony, please don't let her do this to me!
"I won't let her do it all alone," the girl replied as she climbed ont the bed too. "I want your other tit. We're going to make you really hot for daddy this time!"
"Nungh! I never want him to touch me. Not after all he's done!" She writhed painfully, stimulated by two distinctly different tongue strokes.
Trina licked and sucked with vicious delight. Melony's mouth was more tender, her tongue shyly seeking new pleasure. "You've never had more thrilling climaxes," Trina said, bobbing her head up.
"Only because that brute has driven me half crazy with his depraved stunts."
"And you loved it," Melony said.
"No!" Alena howled. "I hated it all. It's so sinfully wrong!"
"Oooh, Mother ... quit acting like such a prude. Dad played us a video tape of your confession to him. We know what a slut you've been with all those other men."
"Huuungh, my own daughters have turned against me!"
"I want to be against you even more," Trina said, her pretty face alight with desire. "I'm going to eat your pussy next. I can see your big juicy clit is getting anxious."
"And I want her to eat mine," Melony said. "I love it when dad does that to me."
"No, please!"
But the two girls ignored her pleading and her streaming tears. Trina crouched between her mother's spread legs while Melony sat astride Alena's face, muffling her anguished sobs a's she lowered her luscious pink-lipped pussy slit.
"You'll get to taste some of daddy's cum," Melony cooed. "He must have pumped a quart of it into me. And if you reach in deep with your tongue, maybe you'll feel what's left of my cherry."
"You've been neglecting us too," Trina said, bringing her lips near her mother's spread cunt.
Alena could feel the girl's warm breath. On tender flesh so recently stung by the heat of the devil's fork, it was a cruel reminder of what she had been through.
Trina kissed her mother's clit and tongued it joyously. "It is a big one!" she remarked. "What fun it's going to be to suck!"
"Suck mine, Mother. Find my tender little bud and make me cum!"
"Nnnooo! I won't!"
"We can take you straight back to hell if you're not hot enough to please us both now," Trina said stiffly.
Gabe stood outride, watching; through what looked like mirror hanging on the wall. He had a perfectly clear view and the action in the room made his cock start to twitch as he knew it would. His two lovely daughters had been won over. Alena would be soon, he thought. What chance did she have against the three of them?
Trina lazed her tongue around Alena's hardened clit, a touch more soothing than the heated fork. It made the woman gasp a cry of delight.
Melony felt the rush of breath and pressed her anxious young pussy down on her mother's quaking lips.
Sweet fuck honey tainted with cum and a faint taste of blood tantalized Alena's tongue, it flowed into her mouth, strangely succulent and sinfully strong.
Trina wiggled her tongue into her mother's cunt and whirled it around. Alena writhed, straining her bound limbs so much that it hurt. Her lewd passions were heating up, and, although she had never even thought about sharing sexual pleasures with another woman, she anxiously stuck her tongue into Melony's young cunt.
"Unnngh!" the girl groaned. "That's good. Not as good as daddy does to me, but-"
Alena recoiled and swiped her tongue on Melony's budding clit nub. It made the young girl cry out and rock her hips to increase the sensations of lusty delight.
Gabe's cock swelled hard. Watching the three cunts that now all belonged to him, he couldn't help grinning. Life looked a lot better to him now-three times better than before.
His wife writhed and moaned beneath their two beautiful and sexy daughters, girls new to the thrills of sex and so anxious to please him.
Trina's tongue had her mother's lush body in the throes of lewd delight. Arching and straining against her bonds, Alena used her tongue to thrust and spear Melony's sweet young pussy with a series of deep twisting strokes.
"Hhhmmmm!" Melony sighed, shivering ecstatically. "Make me cum, Mother! Oh, God ... get your tongue in deeper. Deeper! make me cuuummm!"
Gabe's hardened cock raged, throbbing with desire that just wouldn't wait for the three of them to finish their all-female orgy. And then he realized that Trina would need more than just the thrill of sucking her mother's cunt to share the orgasmic frenzy soon to come. She would need a lot more, and he decided to give it to her.
He unlocked the door and entered the replica royal bed chamber, his rigid prick pulsing with desire. None of them even heard him come in. The air was sultry with the scent of cunt. Three of them all simmering hot.
Gabe watched Trina's shapely young ass bob up and down as she hungrily devoured Alena's ripe gushing pussy. The girl made obscene wet slurping noises worse than a sow with her head in a trough.
He climbed up on the bed behind Trina. Melony saw him and smiled, her eyes slitted thin by the strain of pleasure surging upward from her tongue-licked pussy.
His straining cock reached between Trina's legs, the tip angled up sharply. She felt his prick at once and cooed joyously, rocking her hips so her pussy lips touched the big cockknob.
Gabe decided to fuck her dog style. He edged closer, content to let her swaying motions work his cock in.
"Oooh, thank you, Daddy. I thought I was the only one who wouldn't have a climax this time," Trina said.
"No, dear. I just couldn't let that happen. I want us all to cum together this time."
"Hhhmmm, so do I!" Melony squealed. "But you'd better hurry. I'm starting my climax right now."
"Let it flow," Gabe said. "Your mother will make you cum and cum again, won't you, Alena?"
"Mumph, yyyeeesss!" Alena was afraid to think of what might happen to her if she said no, or if she failed to satisfy any one of them.
The heat and thrilling stiffness of her father's big cock made Trina's body quiver with excitement. She rocked and then lunged back and forth to spear herself deeper on his delightful cock.
Gabe had never experienced anything like it. In a way, it seemed that he was fucking all three of them at once. Fucking his cock deep and hard into Trina sent shocks of thrilling delight through her to Alena and then on to Melony.
"Oooh, Daddy! I just love your big fucker. What a fool I am to make mother hot for you. I could fuck your beautiful dick all day and all night," Trina said.
"No, I get my turn too," Melony insisted. "And he likes my sweet young cunt the best, don't you, Daddy?"
"The best pussy is always the one I'm fucking," he said. "But don't worry. You'll get your turn. Lots of them. This is going to be a long, long weekend."
"It won't stop then will it?" Trina asked anxiously. "I want it to go on and on. Every night!"
Gabe chuckled happily. "I can't keep up this kind of pace forever, but there will be plenty for all of you."
"Good, because I like to fuck," Trina said with a joyous moan, her whole body trembling with shocks of lewd rapture.
Alena was too busy to talk, and they all seemed to like her best that way. She concentrated fully on making Melony's climax a great one-the first of many. It was the only way she could think of to get back in their good graces.
He was pleased by his wife's devotion to incestuous cunt eating, and delighted by the way her anxious pussy was hot and wet under Trina's voracious mouth. Gabe reached around his older daughter's waist and clamped his hands on Alena's tits.
Alena gasped wet moans, her body racked by more surging waves. Gabe's tit-kneading touch brought her relief as well as joy. He wasn't hurting her now, but was whirling his thumbs on her nipples to increase her pleasure. The fact that she was bound hand and foot hardly mattered. Ecstasy dimmed all recollection of pain, fear and humiliation.
Melony's first climax rose to a shivering peak. She screamed a shrill siren-like cry and then gasped breaths to cool her heaving lungs.
"If I lean forward, I can reach mother's ass," Melony said. "I saw how much she liked having a cock or a tongue in it. I think I'll give her my middle finger!
"Good idea," Gabe said.
And when Melony bent forward to reach Alena's ass, it seemed even better. Her big soft tit came down on the backs of his hands.
He had Alena's tits below, his daughter's tits above. By splaying his fingers, Gabe let their nipples touch, then he squeezed and could stimulate four nipples at once.
"This is more beautiful tit than I've ever held in my life!" he exclaimed.
Alena bucked, her body drenched with sweat, her pussy seething in wild spasms.
"Cuuummming!" she cried. "Cuuummming so hard!" They all kept at her, pussy, tits and ass. She was sucked and squeezed and finger-fucked up the ass into an orgasm greater than any before in her life.
Melony came again, her slithering contractions enticing her mother's tongue.
And Trina screamed, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard! I want my climax to be better than any of theirs!"
He roared, slapping his hairy loins on her tender ass cheeks. And he pumped jism into her wringing cunt until she no longer had the strength to scream.
They had all cum together-the first time they'd done anything as a family in too long a time. Alena was thinking about that as she wound down from the dizzying peak of her own rapture.
"I've learned a lot," Alena was able to say after a few minutes of deep breathing to calm her jangled nerves. "About what a selfish bitch I've been. I'm not sure I'd have ever believed that without all the shocking horrors you've put me through."
"Glad it all worked out," Gabe said. "I went to a lot of trouble to arrange everything."
"Yes, I know. And I don't want to see it all go to waste."
He shrugged, sprawling beside his bound wife to rest.
The girls were on the other side of the bed, giggling and whispering as they worked into position for a sixty-nine session.
"The illusions won't work again," he said.
"Not with us, no. But I know several women in my various clubs that might be made better wives by what I've been through."
"Oooh," Gabe said brightly. "Now that's something even I hadn't thought of."
"I'll invite one of them over whenever you want. I know some stunning bitch goddesses who all treat their husbands like shit. Some even worse than me."
"What do you think, girls?" Gabe asked his daughters.
"Can we help with the fun?" Trina asked.
"You sure can."
"Oh good!" Melony chimed in.
Gabe kissed his wife and said, "You're all right after all."
Alena grinned contentedly. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. I've ended up enjoying all the lessons you had to teach me. I've never had so many intense climaxes in such a short time."
"And it's not over yet. Like I said, it's going to be a long, long weekend."
