The girl looked at him with terror in her eyes, terror with a trace of hatred. But he didn't care. Their own feelings didn't concern him at all now. Only satisfying his mad thirst for revenge.
Revenge for what, he couldn't have said, but they had driven him away years earlier, and now he was back, and they were his prisoners!
And he'd keep them his prisoners against their will until he broke them and reformed them in his own image, made them his slaves, his to command as he wished!
He stepped closer to the girl.
She hung from a chain in the center of the room. Her sister was fastened to a frame on the other side of the room her bare back already beaten raw. Their mother waited from the cross he'd strapped her to. Their mother. His wife. And his daughters.
He swung the whip.
It cracked across her smooth cream colored flesh with a cruel bite. She screamed. She quivered.
She was just beginning to learn!
CHAPTER ONE
Herb Matlock felt like shit. Maybe it was the booze. That usually did it to him.
Yeah, he thought. Damn booze. It was cheap stuff, but it had done the trick. He was drunk out of his mind. That's when he decided that he felt like shit. And that was an understatement. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his eyes hurt. Even his hair hurt.
He'd woken up that way, and after spending the whole day with no change in his condition, he figured what the fuck, why not get drunk again. He'd done it the night before. Which was why he'd woken up in such a sorry state in the first place.
He picked up the bottle of tequila that was nearly empty, tipped it up and drained the last of the golden liquid.
It felt like rubbing alcohol going down, and landed with a heavy thud in his stomach.
Damn cheap booze, he grumbled.
"Herbie," came a sickenly sweet voice from the other room.
He tried to ignore the voice, but once more the sound cut through the fog in his brain like a railroad spike.
"Herbieeee...." he heard. It was an approximation of an enticing voice, but the owner just didn't make it. No way. Of course, the night before, his values had been somewhat numbed and she'd looked pretty good.
Well, her tits had looked pretty good, but then, tits always looked good.
Tits looked good on anything. When he got in this condition, sometimes he'd see tits on the trees, on fire hydrants, even just hanging on the walls. They always looked pretty good.
He wasn't a fool though. He knew the real things from the demented visions his brain would cook up to get revenge on him for destroying so many of its cells with the kind of foul brew he'd just finished pouring down him.
Brains were funny that way. You push the damn things too far, they'd always find a way to get back at you.
Make you forget your name, forget your wallet, forget where you were supposed to be going, forget where you'd put your car keys, forget your wife and kids....
Oh shit. That again. That was one thing he didn't want to think about.
But he couldn't help it.
Ever since he'd seen her coming out of that office building, he'd known.
It had to be her. It couldn't have been anyone else. There was no mistaking that sharp nose, those lips, those eyes....
Not an exact clone, but there was no question in his mind about whose daughter that girl had been.
He'd been walking down Fifth Ave., minding his own business, and then his whole world had turned to mud.
Why, he couldn't have said if you'd threatened his balls with an electric cattle prod, but suddenly, his whole life had seemed like one long line that led straight to the bottom of the graph. Candy.
Or maybe Melissa.
There was no way to tell now. Too many years had gone by. Too many memories had grown dim.
They'd been two and three when he'd walked out.
"Be back in a half and hour, dear," he'd told Dorothy, his wife of four years.
Fourteen years later, he guessed he was still looking for whatever that pack of cigarettes had represented to him then, because he'd never gone back.
He'd just kept walking until when he finally stopped, he had a new name, a new past and a new life.
But the nagging doubts had lingered, the guilt had stayed with him.
Over the years, he'd sent money now and again with no way of knowing if any of it ever reached them. He figured that they'd moved long ago, if they'd even survived.
But it was sort of like giving money to the church. You know it doesn't go anywhere that has anything to do with heaven, but you do it anyway just because you fell less guilty the rest of the week for doing so.
That's what the money to Dorothy had meant to him. It was a way of saying to himself, well, I'm not the total heel and slob that I probably seem to be.
Truth was, of course, that he sure as hell was just about as rotten a heel and slob as everyone, including himself, thought.
He just didn't want to admit it.
He didn't need to, either. He had a good job, he could afford to buy enough friend who'd tell him he was cool, he could pay for just about anything he wanted to own or experience.
But he was a heel and a slob all the same and just now he was a drunk heel and slob.
"Herbieeeee...." came the plaintive cry from the other room..
Didn't she ever get enough, he wondered. He looked at his cock, knew in his guts that it would never cooperate if he even had the stomach for just one more quick roll in the hay. Besides, even with her big tits, she was a lousy lay.
They'd looked like they were just your basic big tits last night in the bar, nearly hanging out of her blouse with the first three buttons opened.
Nice looking, actually. Large round curves pushing out of her shirt by one of those special bras that could even give a man cleavage if he strapped one on.
He'd given her one look when he passed her, let his eyes get lost in between those two delicious mounds of flesh and had never even bothered to check out the rest of her.
Like her face for instance.
Lord fucking God, what a face.
It was enough to kill a dog.
But the worst part had been her pussy.
She'd been fucked about two thousand times too many as far as Herb was concerned.
A good pussy feels to your cock what a nice pair of gloves feels like to your hands on a cold morning. And a really nice pussy feels like a surgical glove.
Hers felt like a shopping bag.
If he'd had another cock he could have stuck it in and still had room left over to park his truck.
Oh well, she was willing, and horny, and after all, pussy was pussy. That slippery feeling wasn't too different once you hit the bottom line, which was pumping your cum into one of them.
That's all that mattered, really, getting your rocks off.
Well, he thought sullenly, he'd damn sure done that. A million times too.
In her cunt, in her ass, between her tits, in her mouth, than back to her cunt again, and always the tag line, "How about one more time?"
What did she think he was? Superman?
Well, he'd figured out a long time ago that he wasn't superman.
And that's about all he'd figured out about his involvements with women. The rest always seemed to degenerate into a thick fog of confusion in his mind.
What do women want?
How many times had he asked himself that question? He'd asked it in high school in the back seat of his dad's car, he'd asked it in college at uncountable frat-house beer busts, he asked it the morning after he'd gotten married to Dorothy while she was still keeping herself locked up in the bathroom, and he'd asked it continuously for the two months prior to leaving her.
And he still didn't have the faintest idea of an answer.
What do they want?
Well, they want a hard cock. That much he knew. They all wanted a hard cock.
But the games you have to play before they'd let you give it to them!
That's what pissed him off so bad, because he'd run out of ways to play the game.
They all want to be fucked, why didn't they just admit it.
Damn! It would make things so simple.
Walk into an elevator, check out the broad standing there all by herself.
"Good evening ma'am, nice tits you got there."
"Why thank you, would you like to fuck?" Ah yes ... if only.
But nooooooo!!! You had to always wind up in the middle of a fucking play where everyone else but you seemed to have the script already committed to memory. And you hadn't even realized that there was a fucking script!
Fucking broads. Fucking dames. All a bunch of bitches.
"Herbieeee...." came the voice from the other room again, this time a little more insistent than before.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
"Come heeeeer...." she responded, once more trying to sound enticing.
Well, the booze did seem to cut through the fog of his hangover a little.
But no, there wasn't anything left in his balls. No way. He knew his limits. And he'd certainly reached them last night. The damn thing wouldn't even get a tingle by the time she finally passed out.
That was another thing about women that pissed him off. Right after he fucked one of them, he couldn't stand to be around them. They all got real ugly. And kind of sickening.
"Herbie, come in here now!"
And they all seemed like they owned a piece of your cock just because you'd stuck the damn thing up their cunts, which was what they wanted you to do in the first place.
Damn, he was in a sour mood!
He thought about the girl again.
It had to be his daughter. It just had to be.
No one could possibly look so much like Dorothy and not be her daughter. It just couldn't be.
Which led to the question, what about the other two? Were they living here now too. Had Dorothy remarried? Were they married? No, probably still too young.
And besides, kids didn't even bother to get married anymore.
That was another thing that pissed him off too.
It he'd just been born about twenty years later, he'd be able to cash in on all this sex revolution shit full force.
Pussy for the asking, that's how those kids lived. Pussy everywhere, and all of it wanting to be fucked and not bothering with the stupid games he hadto go through to get it either.
Once more the voice came from the other room and when he didn't answer, he heard the bedsprings squeak and then there was a shuffling sound of feet scraping over the carpet.
Well, he thought when she came into the room, maybe her face wouldn't kill a dog after all.
Her hair was a mess, but it wasn't an ugly mess. Sort of what you'd expect after a night of fucking. Couldn't blame her, could he? Of course not. She was just doing what came natural.
Then there was a faint stirring in his crotch.
Oh God, here we go again, he thought.
She was naked, and her enormous boobs swayed all over the place every time her body moved.
His eyes drifted to her cunt.
Hair there too. A thick patch of dark kinky hair rising up from between her legs, which, now that he saw her in the light, weren't all that out of shape ... kind of nicely shaped, once you got right down to it.
Oh fuck, he thought. Pussy's pussy.
"What's your problem, darling," he asked in his most jovial tone of voice.
"I've got an itch."
She stuck her bottom lip out in a little girl expression and even put her finger in her mouth, sort of sucking on it like she wished it was something else.
That something else gave a sudden quiver between his legs. Yep, here we go again, he thought.
"I'll tell you what ... uh, what was your name again?"
"Rosey."
Oh yeah. Of course.
"Rosey, I'd be glad to scratch that itch of yours, but the plain truth of the matter is, you're all the way over there and I'm here, and I just don't think I can go anywhere else for awhile."
She smiled and quickly crossed the room to where he sat in the chair.
Her cunt was right in front of his nose now. He could smell it. Smelled just like a properly fucked cunt should smell.
Which was sour as month old milk.
Sour cunts. He loved them. He even loved this one, even though he'd been having some bad thoughts about it a few minutes before.
But there was something about having a cunt stuck right up against your face ... there just wasn't any way you could avoid slipping your old tongue out between your lips and sticking it right between her lips. Her cunt lips, that is.
Soft and slippery, just like a cunt should feel.
He tickled her clit.
She started to moan, just like she had all night long, and he figured that if he was up to it, he could keep her moaning all night again and probably all day tomorrow too. This was one bottomless pit as far as fucking was concerned.
He stuck his tongue deeply into her pussy. It was a very strong taste that greeted him. Thick, heavy. Heavy with sexual arousal.
She pushed her body into his now, pressing her pussy-right against his face.
He responded the only way he knew how, which was to start chewing and sucking and biting on anything he could get his mouth on.
There was a lot to choose from.
Her clitoris, for instance, was one of the largest clits he'd ever licked.
It stuck out of the top of her pussy lips like a thumb.
But it s size didn't seem to decrease it's sensitivity any. As a matter-of-fact, it seemed to make it a lot more sensitive.
As if there was just as tight a concentration of nerves but that there were a whole lot more of them because it was such a large clit.
He sucked on it till he heard the sounds of rising tension start to pour out of her mouth, then let up a little bit and stuck one or two fingers inside her.
She really did have a big pussy. Three fingers didn't even come close to stretching the opening. She just kept moaning like she wanted more and more, so he decided to try sticking his entire hand up her.
First, the other finger and his thumb.
They made it to the bottom row of knuckles without any problem.
But even a worked over cunt like hers had its limits.
That's when he started to push real hard.
"OH YES!!" she screamed at once. Boy, she really loved getting her pussy played with.
He started to rotate his hand at the wrist, churning it around at the opening to her pussy. Each time he twisted, he felt his hand slide in her a little further.
She was getting into it now. He felt her press her hips down hard on his hand, trying to help him. She knew what he was trying to do, and she wasn't going to let him get away until he'd succeeded.
Back and forth, around and around and around she goes, and where she stops, was right in her cunt.
Way up inside her cunt. That's where he was headed, but it wasn't going to be as easy as he'd thought. After all, pussies were designed for cocks. And even though cocks came pretty big sometimes, (take his, for instance) he doubted there'd ever been a cock as big around as his fist. And even if there was, he doubted that it had ever been inside her pussy because stretched as it was, it still sounded like he was hurting her as he pushed further and further.
Every movement of his fist brought a gasp from her, as gasp of pain, followed by a moan of pleasure.
She loved it. Sure she loved it. They all loved it. They liked being hurt. That's what made women what they were. Not pussies, tits or anything else. The true nature of a woman was to be hurt. Women were martyrs. That was their birthright. Martyrs who endured. Who survived despite the abuse and pain.
It just made sense that if the man didn't give them any abuse or pain to survive in spite of, then he wasn't living up to his part of the bargain.
How else could a woman feel like a woman if they didn't have any pain to rise above. It was their nature.
Any time he heard some half baked wimp spouting off about the basic integrity of women and how they deserved respect, he wanted to just beat the dumb fuck senseless.
How fucking stupid could you get? If he'd learned one thing about women, it was that they sure as hell didn't want a man to respect them. And if the poor fool was dumb enough to try, he sure wouldn't get any respect in return.
No, they liked to be hurt. They liked pain.
It made them feel like they were supposed to feel.
Which was why he didn't feel like he was accomplishing anything until her groans started to take on a really urgent tone.
"Oh, you're so big, oh my God, it hurts, oh it hurts, oh don't stop, don't stop."
His fist was almost inside her now. Slowly, almost gently, he worked through the last fraction of a inch and then like a cork popping out of a wine bottle, he was inside her.
"OHHHHHH!!!! MY PUSSY'S SO FILLED UP, YOU FILL ME UP SO MUCH...." she moaned and then simply leaned over on him while he churned up her cunt to a quick hard come.
It was like she actually ejaculated, so much of her juice was pouring down onto his hand.
He started to shake his entire arm, bouncing her from the end like a hand puppet. And she performed to his touch right on cue.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth fell open. Her body started to quake and quiver and her tits flew around on her like pillows in a pillow fight.
She could come forever. As long as he kept up the stimulation, she'd come on his hand like a damn machine.
Back and forth he twisted, back and forth, churning up her cunt juice into a rich lather.
As she kept leaning into him, her tits started flopping around in front of his face so with his hand still buried deep in her cunt, he leaned out and slurped up one of those huge nipples just waiting to be sucked.
And he sucked like a vacuum cleaner on it too!
That set her off on another wild come and then he let that nipple out of his mouth and took in the other one. And, right on cue, she came again.
Coming and coming and coming again, she was slowly turning to jelly.
All this couldn't help but have an effect on his cock, the predictable effect.
It was sticking straight up, pressing into her stomach.
Then he pulled his hand out of her pussy with a sudden jerk, and while she was gasping and screaming from the unexpected pain that accompanied his movement, he grabbed hold of her hips and guided them right onto his cock.
It slipped into her with no resistance.
She simply fell on him.
He didn't even have to move, which was good because he couldn't have done too much anyway, but she was more than willing to do all the work.
Up and down on his cock, rising and falling with a steady rhythm, she kept on coming, and he felt the first surge of tension flying out of his balls as she did so.
Harder and harder now, faster, forcing his balls and prick to respond. He felt her cunt walls give way easily, felt her pussy muscles ripple with pleasure and as she screamed and yelled louder and louder from the constant orgasmic explosion going off inside her, he too felt a mighty come bubbling up out of his balls until all at once, he was blowing his load all through her well worked pussy.
She felt his jism in her.
"You're so hot, you're so good, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop."
He reached out to her tits and pressed them into his face.
God he loved tits. He loved the soft mushy feel of them, loved to rub his mouth all over them, loved to suck and bite them.
She loved it too.
"Do it some more," she begged when he stopped for a moment.
"You really like that, don't you?"
"I love it, do it some more."
He bit on her nipple and she squealed a delighted squeal of pleasure.
He bit harder and still she loved it.
He kept biting harder and even though she started trying to push his head away from her tits, she really wasn't giving him much resistance, so he kept chewing on it, almost trying to take it right off her tit.
Harder and harder, she was fucking mindlessly now, simply trying to get every last bit of feeling out of him before his cock went soft. What she was really hoping for was to get him hard again and then go for another-round, but he didn't think she could do it. He was drunk, for Chrissakes! Drunk as a skunk but ... well, well, what do you know? There it was, still stiff as ever, and still getting the skin fucked off it by this crazy cunt of Rosey's.
Suddenly she grabbed tightly onto his shoulders and with his cock still in her cunt and her tit still in his mouth, she fell backwards and--pulled him out of his chair onto the floor where they fell in a tangled heap.
But he was still inside. He'd probably start getting real seasick pretty quick from having to move too much, but he couldn't help himself. Fucking was too much an instinctive thing for him.
He started to pump his hips into her pelvis and dug as deeply as he could.
She pushed back and for a few minutes, they were a perfect study in counter motion, he falling into her just as she was rising to meet him.
Crotches collided, his cock ripped through her cunt flesh like a plow through fresh earth.
She groaned, she cried, and at last, she came again, the most intense come yet.
Herb sucked some more on her tits to get her through her orgasm and then he shot his final load into her and they were still.
Sounds of heavy breathing filled his ear.
"Rosey?" he mumbled. She was awfully heavy, the way she was laying across his legs.
"Uh, Rosey? You OK?"
No answer.
She had passed out completely from the force of his fucking.
That didn't surprise him. She'd done it a couple of times the night before too. She just really got off on being pushed to the edge.
The only trouble was, Herb here was getting just a little tired of it.
Once you've fucked a cunt a certain amount of times, there just wasn't anything left to discover about it.
He'd exhausted the mystery of Rosey's cunt in a very short time. That was because she'd made him fuck her so much.
But now, he was ready to move on, find new pussy, keep the flow going smooth. You didn't ever want to get hung up on one cunt too long. It tended to stunt your growth.
"Rosey," he said, more sharply than before, and gave her a hard slap on the ass.
To his amazement, she started to come again, even in her half conscious state.
He could feel her stomach muscles suddenly tighten and clench up, listened to the familiar sound of chopped breathing, heard her gasping for breath and felt her cunt muscles rippling over his now soft prick that was still inside her.
The orgasm woke her back up.
"Where am I?" she asked dreamily.
"You're on top of me and my leg's going to sleep," he told her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and rolled over.
He wiggled free, stood up and without another word he started to look around the room for his clothes.
"Are you leaving," she asked.
"Sure am sweetheart. All good things must come to an end sometime, don't you think?"
"Yeah, but I didn't want this to end so soon."
So soon?!! What did this bitch want from him anyway?
"Look doll, I have to get sobered up one of these days. I've still got to earn a living, you know?"
"Don't go." Oh shit. She was going to get all silly now. He hated this. What the fuck did women want from him anyway?
"Now come on honey, let's not have a scene or anything. It was great, but you don't want to get into a rut, do you?"
"No, I want you to get into a rut. My rut."
"Such talk. Where'd you learn to talk dirty like that?"
"From bastards like you."
"Hey, now that's what I like. A woman with spirit."
He gave her a playful pinch on her cheek, pulled on his pants and shirt, dug a sock out from behing the sofa and found the other one draped over a lamp shade. Boy, he must have been in a real frenzy last night. He tried as hard as he could, but he really couldn't remember too much of it.
Then he was tying his shoe laces and she was sitting naked on the floor, watching him with a sort of pouting expression on her face.
"You can come back anytime you want to, you know."
"Well honey, I appreciate that. I may just take you up on that in the near future. Yessir, I just may."
"Bullshit."
She sounded hurt and angry.
"Now Rosey, just what do you want from me? You can't expect this poor little prick of mine to keep this pace up forever, can you?"
"I can try," she said, spreading her legs, trying to keep his interest.
The plain truth was, he just didn't even want to be near her anymore, let fuck her again. Yep, this was one fucked out cunt staring at him.
"You take care now, you hear."
"You go fuck yourself."
He gave her a tired sigh, and then was gone.
God, he felt like shit!
CHAPTER TWO
More coffee.
It wouldn't help, but it couldn't hurt.
The waitress kept giving him the eye. Sure, he could understand. A good looking stud like him, he couldn't blame her. But ... come on; not now.
His head felt like a target on an archery range.
And as for his cock, well if someone told him that the entire lower half of his body had been surgically removed, he couldn't have proved them wrong. Not by any sense of feeling, anyway.
He was numb. His balls were numb. And his brain was numb-
The waitress came over and filled up his cup again.
"You look like you could sure use some more of this, fellow."
"You've got a good eye sweetheart. Just keep 'em coming."
He felt her eyes on him and he almost looked up at her to give her a smile but he just didn't want to encourage her. It wouldn't be fair to the poor thing, to get her all expectant and then not be able to deliver.
Damn, that Rosey had fucked like a loon.
He didn't mind, but it sure did take a lot out of a man.
He sloshed the coffee down his throat and nodded for more.
"That's your sixth cup in fifteen minutes. Why don't you go get some sleep?"
"I've got an appointment in a half hour," he told her. It was true, but not what she thought.
"Well stud," she said, chuckling under her breath, "I sure hope for your sake you don't have a whole lot riding on this appointment because you aren't in shape to meet anybody about business."
He was starting to get annoyed.
"Speaking of business, why don't you just mind your own and leave mine out of the conversation all together?"
She sniffed indignantly and walked off.
Damn bitches, he thought darkly.
He looked across the street, as he had been doing for the entire time he'd been in here.
He'd needed coffee, that was true, but any coffee shop could have provided that.
What they couldn't provide that this one could was a good vantage point from which to scope out the people coming and going from the building where he'd seen the girl a few days before.
He'd been planning to take the day off of work anyway. But the rest of the city was still on a week-day schedule, including, he hoped, the girl who'd looked so much Hike Dorothy.
It was about the same time he'd seen her coming out the last time. Then, she'd looked just like any other working girl after a day at the office, and if she did work there, maybe he could get some clue to who she really was.
He tried to calculate the odds against running into his daughter on the street like that after fourteen years, realized that it was an astronomical number and gave up. It didn't matter. He knew. Somehow, perhaps by some instinct better developed in bats, he knew that she was exactly who he thought she was. His daughter.
His daughter who he'd abandoned years ago, who probably hated him, and who, if her mother was still alive, would always consider herself a child with only one parent.
That's how it was. Well, tough shit. He still had to find out for sure.
He examined the face of every woman who came out of the building, none of them with that familiar smile, that oh too familiar look in her eyes.
She would have to have a lot of her mother's personality to have that same expression. It was obvious.
That meant that she too was an insufferable bitch.
Dorothy sure as hell had been.
Impossible to live with.
He'd thought that when the children came along, that maybe the two of them would be able to get along better than they had till then.
But it hadn't worked. Dorothy had never been what you would call a physical person, and after she had her children to take care of, she'd more or less written Herb off on her own.
Which was one of the reasons that he left.
Oh, maybe there were others, but that was the most important.
If she didn't even like him enough to fuck him, what was the point?
But there had been something else he'd seen in the strange girl's eyes.
A look of hunger. As if she'd spent her whole life denying her body and was only now awakening to the fact that she had desires, sexual feelings.
It would make sense that Dorothy would have raised her two daughters with the idea that men were bastards, evil, and to be avoided at all costs.
He sometimes tried to figure out just what it was that had caused Dorothy to marry him in the first place.
He didn't think that she could have loved him very much.
She'd never acted like it.
She would go through her daily routine, becoming simply an extension of what she did during the day as first a housewife and then a mother.
That's what the trouble was, he'd just gotten bored.
Things weren't working out for them very well, and so he'd hit his limit and decided enough was enough.
In fact, he'd thought about leaving her on several occasions before actually pulling it off.
Even when he'd been walking out the door, he had no way of knowing if he would really be able to pull it off. Maybe he really would just go out and buy a pack of cigarettes, then turn around and go back to the screaming kids and the cold woman.
But he hadn't. He'd kept going. Right to the train station where he bought a ticket New York and an old college buddy who would put him up till he figured out what was going on with his life.
And that was the last he heard of his family.
Until-!
It was her.
Walking through the large brass doors, simply another face in a faceless crowd, with the same hurried gait all New Yorkers have at rush hour, carrying a stack of papers under her arm.
She was dressed well. Whatever the circumstances of her life, poverty wasn't among them.
He tossed a five dollar bill onto the counter and plunged out into the. mad crowds after. Already she was simply another shape, ready to be swallowed by the mass of people, but he raced in front of a bus and knocked an old lady on her ass to keep her in sight.
She walked with the steady steps of someone who knows where they're going.
He had trouble keeping up with her and at one point was afraid he'd completely lost her, but then he saw that she had just stepped into a doorway to check out a window display.
He walked up to her, keeping himself unobtrusive but from an angle that allowed a good look at her.
She was beautiful. Suddenly he was filled with emotions he'd long ago thought buried for good. There had been a time when he'd been in love with Dorothy, he guessed, though it was hard to recall exactly how it had felt.
But staring at this reincarnation, he was filled, not with nostalgic emotion but rather with a slow burning sense of anger.
She was so like Dorothy it gave him chills. The way she stood, the carefully correct stance that allowed no one near her.
He became more and more convinced that he'd been correct, that the young woman he was looking at was indeed his daughter, when it suddenly occurred to him that she would be much older than Candy to have the kind of prestigious job this lady obviously had.
How old would Candy be now ... seventeen. Could it be? Perhaps. Anything was possible in New York, but he couldn't quite believe it. Even as he watched her though, he felt relief flooding his brain.
He'd been wrong. He had to have been wrong. It couldn't be Candy. He was safe.
Then she turned, without warning looked straight at him, stared for a moment and then looked away, never registering the faintest indication that she'd even seen him, let alone had any recognition of who he might be.
That, of course meant nothing. It would be just like Dorothy to have kept all evidence of his existence hidden from them. For all they knew, he might have died when they were little. Or, she might have filled them with a hatred that could never be erased.
That would be just like her too, the bitch.
The girl turned away and walked to the curb, looking for a cab.
Herb went to the curb too, and as she hailed a cab, he stepped in front of her, pretending not to notice that she was standing there, started to open the door and then at the first sounds of protest, turned and looked at her with a look of surprise and apology.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was this your cab?"
"Well, yes, I did signal for it."
"Oh, well please forgive me, I didn't mean to barge in front of you like that."
He gave her what he knew to be his most winning smile, stepped aside and motioned for her to get into the. cab.
His attitude softened her somewhat, and when she gave him a small smile backe, he asked her if she would mind sharing it.
"I don't have far to go, and I'd be glad to split the fare with you."
She considered this a moment and then agreed, not without a trace of interest in finding out a little more about this stranger who had simply appeared out of nowhere.
Her interest was not lost on Herb. How about that, he thought, she's probably a slut like all the rest. Wouldn't you know, I share a cab with my daughter who doesn't know I'm her father so she comes on to rne like the slut she is.
He was suddenly calm with the quiet rage that springs only from conditions that have been years evolving.
Who did she think she was, acting that way? It really pissed him off, the more he thought about it. But he was careful not to let any indication of his reaction appear on the surface.
"Where you going?" she asked when they'd gotten in.
"Uptown. Upper West Side. How about you?"
"Well, actually, I'll probably be getting out earlier than you."
The address she gave the driver was somewhere off Broadway on sixty-sixth.
Not bad, not bad. She was doing all right to live around there. It wasn't Park Avenue, but if she was really only seventeen, she was doing all right indeed.
"Do you work around here?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Yes, but it's not really a job. I'm sort of doing intern duty with this company as part of my senior project in high school. I don't get paid or anything, but I do get some responsibility and it's great experience."
"Yes, I can see where it would be."
Uh-oh, thought Herb. Getting close again. The age was ... exactly right. He looked at her as much as he could without appearing obvious. Suddenly a frown crossed her face as if something had just crossed her mind. The way her eyebrows flared for just a second had erased all doubts. That was a typical Dorothy movement if he'd ever seen one.
She noticed him staring at her and to his surprise, she returned his gaze openly, the faint traces of a smile on her lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm sorry, you just remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago."
"Really? How long ago?"
"Long. Long enough that I should have forgotten, but I haven't."
She nodded, as if she understood, a gesture he found amusing from someone so young. "I think I might know what you mean?"
"Is that right?"
"Yes ... l know how memories can be."
Now what the hell did she mean by that remark? Was she talking about him? Did she even know he still existed. Or care?
'Have you always lived in the city," he asked, wanting her to reveal some hint of her past that would truly confirm that she was who he thought she might be.
"No, my mother and sister and I moved here seven years ago "
"I see, but you like here?"
"Oh yes, I love it here. I never want to leave."
"Where did you live before?"
"We lived in Florida." His heart skipped several beats. That's where they had lived. "Where, in Florida."
Musn't be too careless, don't give away all the information at once. Let it hang for a little while.
"What does your mother do?"
"She's an executive secretary for the head of a large corporation."
"Really?"
She looked at him with a puzzled face.
Why are you so interested in my mother, her expression seemed to be asking him.
By now, they were nearing sixty-sixth. The cab turned down the street and pulled up in front of the apartment she directed him to.
"Thank you so much," she said when Herb picked up the her share of the fare. "I enjoyed riding with you."
Again there was that inviting smile, that hint of so much more beneath the surface waiting to be coaxed out of her.
He watched her walk into the apartment building, and made a vow-that he would be back before the end of the week and that he would find where they were, if indeed it truly was them.
"OK buddy, where's it going to be?"
He was waiting to go to the upper West Side, but instead, Herb directed him back downtown. He had been thinking about that cute waitress who had been giving him the eye while he waited for ... Damn!! He just realized that he'd been so fascinated by just talking to her, he'd forgotten to find out her name. What a perfect way to figure out who she was, and he'd simply forgotten.
Well, there'd be another time.
He was sure of that.
But in the meantime, the cab was pulling up in front of the coffee shop He'd been at earlier.
The waitress' question was just walking out like she'd gotten off duty or something.
She recognized him instantly.
"Well hey," she said. "Boy, you went flying out of here like you'd been shot out of a cannon. Did you find what you were looking for?"
He grinned.
"Yes, I think I might have. Listen, I'm sorry I was so short with you back there. I didn't mean to snap at you."
"That's OK. Sometimes things just get to you after awhile."
"Say," said Herb, the old winning smile coming back, "how'd you like to get a cup of coffee?"
She just gave him a surprised look.
"Hey cowboy, you still look like you haven't slept for a week. Don't go over estimating your abilities."
"I never over-estimate my abilities."
She looked at him in silence for a minute, then got a sly grin on her face.
"I could fix you some coffee at my place."
He offered her his arm.
"Lead the way."
When they got to her apartment, which was just a short walk from the coffee shop, she put the coffee on and then came back into the living room where Herb was sitting.
"By the way," she said, "I don't think I even caught your name."
"Herb," he said.
"Sheila," she answered back.
"Well, hello Sheila, nice to meet you."
She walked over to him and without another word, gave him a big kiss full on the lips.
He was tired as hell and drained as an empty sink but there was no denying one thing. Here was some new pussy. And he could almost smell it now.
Soon, coffee was all but forgotten, having been replaced by her two breasts which he had wasted no time in removing from her blouse.
She fed a nipple into his mouth and he immediately started to suck on it like a baby.
"Mmmmmmm, you-do that like you know what you're doing."
"My dear, there's a very good reason for that. I know exactly what I'm doing,"
"Is that a fact,"
"Damn straight."
"So show me what you know."
He slid his hand underneath her skirt and started to scratch at her cunt outside her panties which already were wet.
She began to squirm as he stroked the top of her pussy right above where he knew her clitoris would be hiding in the folds of her cunt lips.
He could already feel it starting to poke its way through the wet flesh, growing hard and aroused.
"That's good," she told him. "A little harder...."
Now that was something he could do without. It was one thing for a woman to get of on having her pussy scratched. It was another thing altogether for her to start giving out with a lot of instructions and commands like she was a drill instructor or something.
But, she wanted it hard, she'd get it hard.
He jammed his hand into her crotch, pounding the tips of his fingers right into the wet slit running between her legs. He could feel the material of her panties being pushed up inside her, and when he pulled it back out, it was much wetter than before.
She didn't seem to mind him being a little rough, so he started to chew harder on her nipples too.
That really got a rise out of her. She started to shake and jiggle and wiggle and moan as he chewed on her nipples, and he felt the tiny brown buds getting hard.
"Oh, suck my tits. Suck them. You suck them so good."
"I'll suck your pussy and your asshole too if you want."
"Oh yeah, do it. Do anything you want, I'm so hot I can't stand it. I knew you were my kind of man when I saw you in the shop."
He slipped his finger underneath her panties and ran the tip through her pink slit.
Her lips were parted already and he ran his finger right into her open hole and buried it up to the knuckle. Then he started to work it around in circular motions inside her and he could feel her juices increase and her moans growing louder in her throat.
"Yes, yes, yes," she murmured. He could see that she was getting hot.
He found her clit easily, since it was sticking through her cunt lips just begging to be rubbed He started out by running his finger slowly through her mushy pussy, then bringing up through her wet slit, right to the base of her clitoris. He rubbed at it then pulled away.
She would moan louder when he pulled his finger away, begging for him to continue. But he instead ran it back down through her slit, back inside her where he churned her juices around some more, and only then would he return to her clitoris, teasing it, touching it slightly, giving it a quick sharp flick, pinching it then moving back away from it.
"Oh, you bastard. You're getting me so hot I can't stand it."
"That's the idea, don't you think?"
"Boy, it sure is! Oh yes, do it some more, please do it some more."
He held back, but not for long. He really got off on making women come. It gave him a feeling of power over them and that was always a good thing in his book.
Starting slow, he kept a gently rubbing motion on her clit until her hips started to roll with his rhythm.
Her breathing became heavy.
She was drifting into a dreamy state of arousal from which she could only return by coming her brains out.
So, for that matter, was Herb, much to his surprise.
His prick which he'd given up for dead after the way Rosey had worked him over was now standing firm and solid. Sheila had already opened his pants and was running her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, playing with the head, squeezing it, rubbing his balls, cradling them in the palm of her hand.
He was amazed at the delicacy of her touch. Maybe he wasn't the only one here who knew what they were doing.
Suddenly she lowered her head to his crotch and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Herb let out a low groan of pleasure as more and more of his cock disappeared into her waiting mouth.
She ran her tongue all over it, licked the juices that had drooled out, nibbled at the sensitive skin on the bottom side of the glans, and then started to lower her head all the way down, raise it back up and then lower it again.
Up and down on his cock, up and down, all the way into her throat, she took the entire thing without the slightest trouble.
He could feel his prick pressing against the back of her throat, yet she didn't seem to have any kind of gag reflex. That made him glad. He couldn't stand it when a woman started to give head and then couldn't even do it right.
Up and down, biting now, chewing, licking, biting some more, and all the while keeping the up and down motion steady, and slowly increasing it in speed.
He felt his balls seeming to expand as they filled with more and more of his come.
The pressure mounted steadily, growing more and more intense until he sucked in his breath hard and prepared to shoot into her.
But she was right ahead of him.
She gave his cock a gentle squeeze just behind the head and he felt the tension ease just a little, pulling him back from the brink.
Then she started all over again, nibbling at the head, chewing on the entire shaft, licking with her tongue all over the surface and then taking the entire thing into her mouth, lowering her head down on top of him, sucking at it with all the strength she could command.
"You know what you're doing, don't you baby," he said.
"I sure do. I'm sucking your cock and I'm doing a damn good job of it."
"That's for sure. Keep it up. I love it."
"You'd better."
He let his fingers wander down her thighs and then brought them back up to her pussy. By now it was sopping wet and juice dripped from the parted lips.
"Come on, let's go into my bedroom," she suggested.
He started to stand up, and then she took hold of him by his cock and led him that way into the next room.
She had a large king-sized bed that had plenty of room to roll around. That was good because if Herb had his way, she was going to be doing a lot of rolling and writhing.
But then, maybe he'd be doing a little of it himself. She certainly seemed like the kind of woman who could bring it out of a man.
"Now, I want you to lick my pussy," she told him.
There she went again. Why'd she have to give out all these fucking instructions. Didn't she trust him to know what he was doing?
But, it wasn't a bad idea, once he started thinking about it, and he had to admit that he'd probably have done that very thing on his own anyway.
Not being one to hold a grudge, he simply tossed her onto the bed and spread her legs.
Then, making like he was doing a swan dive, he plunged head first into the dark hairy vortex at the top of her legs. It was a long time before he came up for air.
"Oh my God, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooh, that feels soooo goooood," she panted, really losing control now.
Suddenly there was a convulsive jolt that shook her entire body and she started to come. It was a long series of quick powerful orgasms that shook her, rather than one long one, but they kept up as long as Herb kept licking her clit.
He didn't. He just kept on playing with her pussy, and about halfway through, he slid himself around on the bed so he could stick his prick back into her mouth, remembering how good it felt.
She went at him with a vengeance, far more wildly then the first time. She was translating her arousal into each movement of her mouth and tongue over his prick. She chewed at him with reckless abandon, not worrying about whether he came or not this time. She was simply reacting to the flickering of his tongue against her clit and the more he licked it, the harder she chewed on his prick and licked it.
Then he came. It was on him suddenly, almost without warning, so wrapped up in her pussy was he. But then he was shooting his load into her mouth and for a few seconds, he couldn't even concentrate on the pink slit gaping before him.
He filled her mouth completely. She tried to swallow all of it, but was unable to get it all down as fast as he was spitting it out and some of the white goo spurted out through her lips and dripped down her chin.
His hips were bucking wildly in her mouth now, and she opened it all the way to receive him.
He came again, right on top of the first orgasm, and he felt more of his jism racing through his prick to go squirting past her teeth and tongue, landing with a splat against the back of her throat.
She swallowed all of it, even what had escaped. She licked what she could off her lips and caught the rest with her fingers and licked them clean too.
Herb felt real good. There just wasn't anything that could beat fresh pussy for waking a man up when he was tired.
He looked Sheila in the face, and for some reason he thought of Rosey. There was that same look, that endless pit of desire, that bottomless well of orgasmic energy waiting to be unleashed through her body.
He could tell by looking at her that she was just getting started. He sighed, looked down at his prick, wondered where he was going to get the energy. It was looking like it was going to be another long night.
Then he felt her slipping a finger up his ass. It was like electricity racing through his body.
Suddenly, he knew where he was going to find the energy.
Yes, he told himself, it was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER THREE
Herb woke up in a cold sweat.
He'd been dreaming about Dorothy and his two daughters. But they weren't as he remembered them. Dorothy was old and shriveled, worn by time and the years.
But Candy and Melissa ... they were something else. Candy, of course, he could pretty much imagine already, convinced as he was that he'd already met her.
Melissa, in his dream, simply became one of the many stunning child models that were such a familiar part of the New York scene.
He could still see them, even though the feelings from the dream itself were rapidly fading.
But their images would stay with him forever.
Melissa appeared to him with long straight waist length brown hair. He thought about it and realized that he didn't even remember what color her hair was.
Candy was a beautiful as the girl he'd shared the taxi with.
But what stuck in his mind the most was the fact that they were both naked.
YES!
Both of them, beautiful, young, and naked. And tied.
Both tightly bound so that they were his prisoners.
Why, he wondered did he find that so exciting? But then, why not. He was their father, wasn't he? Wasn't it his place to discipline them if they were naughty?
He thought about it. The idea seemed to become more and more appealing, the more he contemplated it.
How ironic it would be, he thought to himself, for them to discover their long lost father after all these years, only to greet him with hatred. With loathing.
Such attitudes would have to be punished.
Of course. It made perfect sense.
And Dorothy too, for poisoning their minds. Would she have told them what a frigid bitch she'd been to him?
Would she tell them how miserable she made his life.
Fat fucking chance!
She'd tell them how she'd slaved for him.
How, she'd cooked and ironed his shirts and bore him two children only to find him gone when she needed him most.
That's what she would tell them.
OK, OK, maybe it was all true. Maybe.
But so what?
He had his own life to lead.
And they had theirs.
So why was he seeking them now?
Simply. Because they were there.
They were a part of his past that he wanted to recapture, if only to be rid of it forever.
But the image of the whip grew and grew in his mind, until after a week, he had become convinced that there was only one thing he had left open to him.
And that was to deal with them in the way that they deserved.
Knowing that they were here in town suddenly made one of the world's largest cities seem too small for him.
He felt cramped.
He felt crowded.
He had to know. Was it them? Yes, he had to know.
So, obsessed, he went back to the apartment where he'd last seen the girl he thought might be Candy.
He checked through the names beside the bank of doorbells and then his blood froze when he came upon a name ... the name.
Frangella.
Her maiden name.
It was Dorothy and her two daughters.
His two daughters! They were up there, in this very building. He had shared a cab with his own daughter and hadn't even been fully aware of it.
What to do?
Should he ring the bell, announce himself and then just go on up?
No, he tried a different approach, which was to hit all the buttons at once, except Dorothy's.
Immediately the squawk box started to come alive with distorted voices wanting to know who it was.
He ignored all of them, knowing that eventually ... ah, there it was. The buzzer unlocking the door. Sometimes there would be someone who's expecting company and in that group somewhere, there is almost always someone who will just unlock the door, trusting whoever it is who's asking to come in.
He went into the lobby of the building, walked straight to the elevator and pushed the button for the correct floor.
He didn't have the faintest idea what he was doing here, really, or what he was going to be doing once he got to their apartment. What would they say?
Most likely, Dorothy would have gotten a decent job ... what was it Candy had said ... executive secretary?
Hmmmm, that must mean she was fucking her boss.
Good old Dorothy, he hadn't known that she had it in her.
The elevator clicked slowly past each floor until it came at last to their floor. With a silent whoosh, the doors slid open and he had one last moment to reconsider. But no, his mind was made up. He had a date with these people whether they liked it or not. He'd show them.
Show them what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but he'd damn sure show them something. It would have helped if he'd had some kind of planned objective or course of action mapped out, but that was hopeless. He had no idea how he himself might react.
He walked down the hall and stood before the door, waited almost a full minute while he nearly talked himself out of doing it and then, taking a deep breath, he pushed the button.
There was no noise behind the door. Yet he was certain that someone was home.
Maybe he was imagining it, but he was certain that he saw movement of some kind behind the peephole.
Then, the door opened.
It was Dorothy. His first reaction was to hope that she didn't recognize him.
But she did.
"I don't believe it," she said in a flat voice. "Do, it's true."
"Why?"
"Why not."
"Why do you come around now? And for Gods sakes, how did you ever find us?"
"A total coincidence. I saw Candy coming out of the place where she works last week. She's grown up to be quite a stunning woman, but there were some things that I recognized right away."
"How? You never knew them. I did. You didn't stick around long enough to even see them develope their personalities. You don't know anythingaboutthem."
"True, but I remember you, Dorothy. It's impossible to watch her for very long without seeing whose girl she is. You've put your stamp on them.
"Well, I didn't have much choice."
"Look, Dorothy, would you invite me in. I'd like to talk to you."
"No, I won't invite you in. And I think I might be able to press charges if you ever harass us again. So get out. Do you hear? Get out!"
Herb guessed she still held a grudge.
"Look Dorothy, I told you I was sorry."
"Oh fuck you! What good is that to me now? Where was it those first three or four months when I was totally helpless and totally dependant on friends? Where were you then if you were so sorry?"
Then there was a voice behind her.
"Who is it, Mom?"
"Just go back to your room, Candy, I'll take care of it."
But the girl was already looking over Dorothy's shoulder. When she saw who it was, her eyes grew wide a saucers.
She simply stared at Herb, not realizing what was going on, only aware that for this man who'd shared a cab with her over a week ago to suddenly show up at their door could only mean something serious was about to happen, and she wasn't sure if she liked to contemplate the possibilities.
"Who are you," she asked him, ignoring Dorothy's command to return to her room. Herb looked at Dorothy and thought to himself how small a person she was.
Both in size and in her attitude. Should he tell Candy? Dorothy was no help.
So, forced to make his own decisions, he looked at Candy and then said, "I'm your father."
Candy's eyes got even wider at that. "I don't believe you."
"Tell her Dorothy. Tell her all of the lies you've told about me over the years. What's the matter, did you think you'd ever have to answer for them?"
"I never lied about you. I never had to. You are without a doubt one of lousiest scum that ever walk the earth. All I told them was the truth."
Candy was looking at him with a mixture of contempt tempered with curiosity. Finally she spoke.
"Why did we never hear from you?"
"I wish I knew, Candy."
"How did you know where I worked?"
"I didn't. It was accidental that I bumped into you that day"
And you followed me. How often have you done that?"
"Never. Only that day. I wanted to see if it was really you. You looked so much like your mother as I remembered her. I had to know if your were here in NY or not."
"But you followed me."
"Yes."
"And you engineered that whole thing with, the cab, didn't you?"
"Yes. I wanted to meet you. To get to know you."
"Where were you when I wanted to meet you? When I wanted to get to know you?"
"I admit, I was a lousy father."
"That's giving yourself too much credit," said Dorothy. "You weren't a father at all."
But even though Dorothy was angry and filled with rage, Candy kept looking at Herb with a look that was bordering on open interest now. Dorothy saw it and once more told her to go to her room. When she refused, her mother began to get very angry.
"Young lady, you do as I tell you right now or so help me, I'll take a belt to your backside. I don't care if you are seventeen. Do you understand me?"
"Let her stay, Dorothy," said Herb. Actually, he just wanted to keep looking at her tits. Candy seemed to sense this and kept giving Herb sly glances.
"Why won't you let him in, mother?" the girl asked.
"Because it's no good. He's bad. I don't want him here. Now Herb, you leave us alone. Do you hear. Go away. We don't want anything to do with you."
With that, she slammed the door.
Herb stood out in the hallway for a few minutes, wondering if he should make some kind of an issue out of it, but what the fuck, why bother.
He turned slowly and walked back to the elevator. A younger version of Candy stepped out.
It was Melissa, his younger daughter.
"Excuse me," she mumbled as she bumped into him.
"Melissa?" said Herb.
The girl turned around.
"What?" then she looked at him more closely.
"What do you want," she asked.
"Well," he started, feeling clumsy.
But she interrupted him.
"Hey, you aren't that guy I saw on TV, are you? The one who stabbed all those people?"
"No." He said and started of laughing.
"Well, then who are you and what do you want. And how do you know my name?"
She started backing down the hallway. Suddenly she realized that this was a strange situation, and that she had no reason whatsoever to think that she might be safe from this weird man.
"What do you want from me," she asked again, sounding frightened this time.
"Melissa, I'm your father."
The words, so momentous to himself fell like lead around her ears. She didn't even blink an eye.
"That's impossible. My father is dead."
"No, that's impossible Melissa. How do you think I knew your name?"
"Easy. You're a pervert and you probably spent a lot of time trying to get hold of many others.
She was moving away from him faster now.
"It's true, Melissa. Ask your sister. She'll tell you."
The girl looked a little hesitant to believe him, but he was so calm and assured about what he was saying that she was moved to respect for his acting ability.
But she was also afraid of him, and when she turned to run he didn't try to press his luck.
Well, he thought on the ride down to the lobby. Everything he'd thought was true. They hadn't known much about him at all and their reaction, allowing for their mother's attitude was pretty tame. Candy was openly friendly. At least to the point of wanting to know more.
CHAPTER FOUR
Herb looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pretty damn good, he thought. He'd better. This was a big day.
He'd spent the last month running a PR campaign that would have done any ad agency proud.
But the bottom line for any campaign was whether or not it worked. His seemed to have paid off.
Tonight, Dorothy, Melissa and Candy were coming to his town house for dinner. It had worked! He'd sent flowers. He'd sent candy. He'd mailed cards.
He'd done everything he could think of, all with, the contrite tone that said he knew he didn't deserve any consideration, but if they could find it somewhere in their hearts anyway, he was asking for some.
Dorothy had located him (his phone was listed, after all) and at first had threatened to go to the police.
But he'd kept it up, never threatening, always contrite and humble, and the combination of that and the girl's natural curiosity about their father had finally softened Dorothy's heart.
It was a move she would soon regret.
The bell rang.
It was them!
Almost shaking from anticipation, he went to the door, turned the knob with an trembling hand and then with his patented smile, he opened the door and invited them into his house.
They were properly impressed, as well they should have been.
It was the usual luxury town house on the east side. Narrow, but four stories, and the most elegant furnishings that he could locate.
Candy and Melissa fell in love with the place at once.
"Gosh, isn't it beautiful mom?" said Candy in awe.
"Wow! This sofa sure is soft," squealed Melissa bouncing up an down on a French antique couch with hand carved frame. Herb blanched inwardly as he saw her brutalizing the piece, but said nothing. The little bitch would get hers soon enough.
Dorothy said nothing. She wasn't about to let anything he did or said influence the deep seated hatred she felt for him. But he was the girls' father, and they had a right to know what he was like. They already knew and understood what it meant to desert a wife and two small daughters. They might as well see what it was like for him to want to come back into their lives. If it had some positive effect on them, so be it. She wouldn't fight it. She just wouldn't like it.
"You have a great house...." started Melissa, but she faltered when she had to think of something to say. Daddy just wasn't appropriate. Herb understood.
"Just call me Herb, honey. No reason why we can't all be on a first name basis around here, is there?"
He addressed the question to Dorothy who ignored him.
"Are we going to have supper, Herb," asked Candy coyly.
She's a sharp one, thought Herb.
"Sure are, sweetheart. Just as soon as they say it's ready."
"Are there going to be other people eating with us, Herb?" asked Melissa.
"No, just us. But there's the cook in the kitchen. That's who I was referring to.
"You have your own cook?"
Candy was impressed by this.
"Well, he's sort of an all purpose servant. He ... takes care of me. He sets out my clothes, cooks, cleans house. A very proper British butler type, you know?"
Candy nodded, and there was a look of respect in her eyes.
Dorothy noticed it and her own look became more and more disgusted.
"So, Herb, what are you doing with yourself these days?" she asked.
It gave Herb a chance to talk about what he'd been doing, and also gave him a chance to stop thinking about what he was going to be doing.
That had been on his mind ever since he'd decided to reveal himself to them.
They were going to become his prisoners!
Little did they know, but they'd already seen the last bit of daylight that they were going to be seeing for a long time.
"Would you like to see the rest of the house?" he asked and the two girls enthusiastically agreed.
"How much is there?" asked Dorothy.
"A lot. I don't live in a slum, you know.
They started at the top and worked their way down through immaculate rooms with expensive furnishings.
"Mommy, does Herb live alone," Melissa asked later.
"I don't know what your father does."
Herb caught that exchange, although he pretended that he'd heard nothing.
"And down here, is the cold dark basement."
He opened the door leading down.
They walked down the last flight of stairs. He fumbled with a switch and there before their very eyes, was the most horrifying sight Dorothy had ever laid eyes on. It was like a page out of a bondage magazine.
One entire wall was covered with items that were hanging from it.
There were whips, chains, straps, harnesses, ropes, hand and ankle cuffs, and a variety of gadgets Dorothy didn't even want to contemplate.
They were stunned.
"What's all this, mommy?"
Melissa's question snapped Dorothy out of it. She had been transfixed by the sight.
That was when she noticed that Herb had left them. She began to look around for escape routes and discovered that there were none. Only the stairs they'd first come down.
She looked back and saw him standing beside the door that led to the main floor landing. He gave the door a turn of his key which was inserted in the lock, and then slowly began to walk back to them.
The look on his face was pure evil.
"Herb, what are you going to do."
"I wouldn't worry yourself about that, Dorothy. You'll find out soon enough."
"Mommy, what's he mean. Are we still going to get dinner?"
"Shhh, no dear, we're not getting dinner over here tonight."
Candy simply looked stunned. And she began to scream.
"Stay away from us, you monster. I knew you were crazy. I knew it. I'm telling you, stay away from me!!
She had to be subdued. Such screams just couldn't be tolerated.
"Dorothy," said Herb in an even voice. "Either you shut her up, or I will."
Dorothy went over to Candy and calmed her down a little bit. Not much, but enough to quiet her.
"But what is he going to do to us?" came the question from Melissa.
"I don't know, dear. Now Shhhhh."
"I'm really sorry for all this inconvenience, but you have to understand, there are times when you just have to go with the flow. Take it as it comes and don't worry about it."
"What's he mean mommy" asked Melissa. Her voice was becoming more and more sharp with a growing fear inside her.
"Melissa my dear, you'd best just get used to it. You'll be down her for quite awhile."
Dorothy looked at him with loathing.
"You're a sick man, Herb. You're really a degenerate."
"Thank you, Sweetheart. Coming from a frigid bitch like yourself, I consider it a compliment."
"But what are you going to do to us," asked Candy.
"I'm going to tie you up."
"Oh my God," said Dorothy.
"No," said Candy, looking quite frightened.
"What's the matter, honey, a little harmless fun scare you?"
"Herb, why are you doing this to us?" asked Dorothy. "Because you're all sluts!"
The sudden violence in his voice made them all flinch.
And then he was on them.
First Dorothy. He knew she'd put up a real struggle. The two girls he would deal with later, but momma was the target first.
Herb bounded across the room and before they knew what he was doing, he had her in a hammer lock, But she sure was struggling.
So he pulled his arm tighter around her neck.
She began to choke.
Candy and Melissa started to pound on his back with their fists, scream and call for help.
But they knew instinctively that no one could hear them. No one would have been so stupid as to put a chamber like this in his house if it could be heard from the outside.
Dorothy was trying to reach around behind her to scratch his eyes.
Candy was attacking him from the front, also trying for his eyes and getting a lot closer.
There was nothing left for him to do but to release his hold on Dorothy momentarily and swing at Candy.
It was a direct hit.
He caught her full across her face and she went down, not so much from the force of his blow but from the shock of actually being struck. He wondered if had ever spanked the girls. Probably not lately, if at all. They seemed to have a snotty air about them, one that came directly from their mother When Dorothy saw him strike Candy, she went berserk.
"You filthy bastard, I'll kill you, I'll kill you. Do you hear me, I'll kill you. I don't care how long it takes. I'm going to kill you!"
Herb just laughed at her.
"Dorothy my dear, by the time I'm finished with you, you won't be in a mood to kill anyone. Do you understand me?"
She lunged for him but he very calmly balled up his fist and cold cocked her right in the chin.
She too went down, but he guessed that he had knocked her out.
That left Candy, but since she was obviously scared to death of him and had run into a corner to hide, he decided to postpone her treatment.
He dragged Dorothy over to where he had already prepared a frame with wrist straps and ankle straps. He fastened her to it so that she hung there in the shape of a large 'X'. She was still unconscious.
"Candy," he called out in a sweet voice. "Candy, come over here."
He could hear whimpering from another corner in the room.
"Candy, I want you. Obey your father. Otherwise I'll have to punish you."
She still would not make an appearance.
"Candy, get your sweet little ass over here or I'll whip it raw."
"Oh daddy, why are you doing this."
It sounded strange to hear her call him daddy. It did nothing to ease his rage.
"I said get over here."
"Please, daddy,' "Did you hear me, you little bitch! Now get over here."
She came. Unwillingly. Scared for her life. But she walked towards him, tears running down her cheeks, her eyes glassy and dazed.
"That's a good girl. Now I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary. But you have to promise me that you'll obey me."
"Please don't daddy, I'm scared."
"There's nothing to be scared of. I'm just going to teach you a few things your mother probably neglected."
"No! Leave me alone!"
He reached for her, but she pulled away to quickly for him and all he caught was the collar of her shirt. He gave it a tremendous yank and heard material ripping. Candy screamed. v "Ouch, you hurt my neck. You're a monster!"
That did it. If she couldn't have any more respect for her own father than that, well, he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't just take matters into his own hands.
He ran after her and caught her by one arm.
He was amazed at how strong she was, and how slippery. No sooner would he get her in a hold, she would wiggle out of it. It was starting to get out of control, so he simply reached out and grabbed one of her nipples, pulled real hard on it and then settled in to a very long pinch. A long hard pinch.
She quieted right down.
"Stop it, it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!"
"It's supposed to, silly. That's what they're made for."
"You're crazy, do you hear, you're crazy!!"
He slapped her face.
She started to cry again .
"Now cut that out," he told her.
She kept crying.
He slapped her on the face again, but this time it was much harder than the first time. He could see a large red mark from where his hand had hit her cheek.
She was openly trembling now, and her face, except for the red mark from where he'd hit her, had gone completely white.
Her legs were weak and refused to hold her so he had to carry her back to where the frames were set up.
From a chain attached to the ceiling, he suspended her, first fastening her wrists with a pair of wrist cuffs.
Then he hoisted her up so that her feet were completely off the ground.
She hung there like a limp dish rag, her head flopped over to one side.
Small whimpering noises gurgled from her throat.
Herb began to hum and sing 'Whistle While You Work'.
Then he took Melissa and tied her to a large wooden post. Her back was facing him. He walked over to her still inert form and giving her shirt one firm tug, he ripped the material ail the way down her back. He spread the torn flaps of clothing, exposing her bare back. He noted that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Dorothy was showing signs of stirring.
"Where am I, she wondered, totally confused.
"You're where you belong," he told her. She opened her eyes and looked at him with undisguised contempt.
"What's the matter, Dorothy old girl? Can't take a little honest revenge?"
For what? Why didn't you ever tell me? You didn't need to do all this? You didn't need to walk out on us. We could have worked things out. But why do you want revenge? I'm the one who should be after revenge. Herb, you're sick. You need help. You should see a doctor."
He slapped her breasts as hard as he could to shut her up. It worked.
Her mouth dropped open and it looked like she wanted to yell something at him but nothing would come out.
"From now on, keep your fucking mouth shut unless I tell you to open it and then you use it only in the way that I instruct. Do I make myself clear?"
"Herb, please...."
Without missing a beat, he slapped his open palm across her bare breasts once more.
Her face went white from shock.
"Take me seriously on this, Dorothy. Now I said, keep your mouth shut."
Then he turned his attention to Candy, still dangling from the chain in the middle of the room, though her eyes were open once more. She began to shake and whimper when she saw her father approaching.
"What's the matter, little girl? You afraid of your big bad Daddy?"
She began to babble at him, her eyes turning as round and wide as saucers.
He stepped right in front of her.
Her legs were kicking wildly, but it was simply unfocused energy working itself out through her muscles.
He stood too close for her to really be able to get any kind of good kick at him. He knew what she'd like to do though. The same thing all women liked to do. That was kick you in the balls. Always, in the backs of their fucking warped brains, that one single theme kept repeating itself-Kick 'em in the balls. Kick em in the balls. Kick 'em in the balls! Well, maybe this spoiled little brat didn't have any balls of her own, but she sure had a wet little pussy. And he was going to stick his fingers up it right now.
She gasped in pain and humiliation as soon as the tips of his fingers made contact with the wet pink meat of her pussy.
She began to squirm and try to get away from his probing curious hand pressing into her crotch, but there was no escape.
She was helpless beneath his touch.
She was forced to simply stand there and take it.
"Take that, you twat!" he yelled at her, getting carried away with himself as he squeezed her pussy hard.
He felt the thin flaps of skin floating in their juices and squishing around in her cunt.
"Oh, please stop, please let us go, what have we ever done to you."
"Dorothy, tell this spoiled little bitch here what's going to happen to her if she doesn't learn to shut the fuck up within the next five or ten seconds or so...."
"Do as he says Candy," Dorothy said in a tired voice. "He's a maniac. He'll hurt you bad."
Herb got a pained expression on his face, an exasperated look that said he didn't really want to lose his cool, but if they were going to force him ... well, there was really nothing he could do about it.
"Dorothy, Dorothy. What does it take? I asked you to be nice, to cooperate. You say you will, then what do you do? You insult me in front of the children. Now is that anyway for parents to behave in front of their kids? I ask you, is that any way for my daughters to learn to respect me? By insulting me in front of them?"
He slowly walked towards her as he spoke, the same look of maximum patience on his face, patience that was, after all, not limitless.
He stood in front of his wife. A demented joy flooded him. How long had he been dreaming of doing this?
He reached out and caught her face by the cheek, turned her towards him and then slapped her as hard as he could.
She began to cry.
"Cut it out!" Herb yelled as if he was yelling at a little child.
"I'll give you something to really cry about Dorothy if you don't shut up. You're going to frighten the children."
This was getting to Dorothy almost as much as the pain and abuse. His mimicking the normal cadences of married chatter ... he was so far over the line that you didn't notice it at first. Something that big couldn't be seen and appreciated except at a distance. That's the only way Dorothy could explain to herself the obvious fact that he hadn't been locked in a padded cell and the key tossed away long ago.
What the fuck was she to do now?
He was squeezing her nipples now. His eyes burned into her with the same intensity as his fingers into her nipples.
"How do you like that, slut? You like that. You want me to keep it up?"
He was laughing and giggling as he said this, and his cock had grown so stiff that it was painful inside his pants.
But not yet. They'd get to the joys of his cock later. For now, there was nothing for them but his hatred. For making him feel guilty for so many years! He didn't deserve to feel guilty, did he? NO! Of course not!
He felt her nipples being squished out of shape, he hoped for good. It would do her some good to carry around an everlasting mark or characteristic on her body that would remind her of him and him alone.
But no, her nipples kept springing back to their tight round shape.
But it wasn't for lack of trying. Herb could almost feel his fingers touching through her tightly squeezed flesh.
She was simply moaning now. Words were beyond her ability.
"Now, are you going to keep your mouth shut, unless I want to stick my cock into it that is?"
He sneered as she continued to cry and whimper.
"I think you got the message."
Then he turned back to Candy.
"And I hope you got it too," he said, walking back over to her.
She seemed like she was almost going to respond, but Herb held up his hand and cautioned her into silence.
"Careful ... you don't want to get Daddy mad do you?"
He slowly lowered his hand to her crotch. He could feel how moist she was even before he touched her cunt.
The area all around her thighs was soaking wet. She must ooze juice when she gets scared, thought Herb. Either that or she just gets turned on by pain.
That was most likely it. That's what all women were like. They all just really wanted a heavy hand to tell them what to do.
But he could tell it was going to take quite a long time to break these three.
Melissa was just coming around. Her naked back beckoned. He longed to give it a healthy taste of his whips. But, there would be time. These three were full of a lot of fire and fight, but that didn't bother Herb.
He'd show them the score. He'd make them obey. They were his possessions. His wife was his property, and his daughters belonged to him, to do with as he pleased.
No one better tell him how to raise a family, he thought. No fucking way. He knew what these three women needed. Yes, it would take a long time.
Time was something he had plenty of.
CHAPTER FIVE
Herb Matlock was bored.
He idly pushed a pencil across the sheet of figures he was supposed to be proofing, but he was drifting. His thoughts were miles away.
In the basement of his townhouse, to be exact.
They were there.
Just as he'd left them. Tied and gagged. They wouldn't be going anywhere today.
Not shopping, not sightseeing, not to work.
For all practical purposes, they'd vanished off the face of the earth.
He knew Dorothy. She would have never thought he'd have done something like this.
She'd have been totally confident of her ability to take, care of herself, no matter what he might have had in mind.
He doubted she'd left his address with anyone. He knew her. It would be a matter of pride. He couldn't imagine her admitting to anyone, particularly herself that he could do anything like this to her. It would have been something that she would have thought impossible.
It was his edge on her and he knew it. They'd never come to look at his place. That was because he'd laid his groundwork so carefully. He'd taken everything into consideration.
The result was, that he had three future sex slaves waiting for him when he got home. He could hardly wait to continue their training.
But just now, there was this godawful meeting to contend with.
"Gentlemen," Mr. MacNurnin stated in a somber voice.
The scattering of coughs and mumbled conversation quickly died down around the table.
Mr. MacNurnin was probably eighty. Unfortunately, he had yet to go senile. As soon as he did, there were several Executive Vice-Presidents ready to pounce upon his position like coiled panthers waiting for their prey.
And then there were three worthless sons who did nothing in the firm except to wield vast amounts of power, to little discernable effect.
But the old man kept on bugging them all, his doctors included, any one of which would have confided that according to his charts, he'd already been dead for ten years.
Like a large walrus, Mr. MacNurnin eased sideways into his topic.
"Gentlemen, we are talking about information. And control!"
As was his habit, he picked up the discussion right in the middle of whatever point he'd been going over in his head. OK, maybe a little senile.
"What I mean is, gentlemen, we now have the means to know everything about everybody anytime we want it. I say the moment is now to seize this opportunity. The government will pay us handsomely for it. I say we move ahead with the data base integration modifiers at once. Are there any objections?"
"Um, J.M." began a nervous man with glasses and a constant twitch in his left eyebrow.
Mr. MacNurnin looked in the direction of the voice and seemed to be scanning his memory for some indication that he'd met this person before in his life....
"I think the Board needs to be informed a little more in depth about just what the capabilities are-"
"It's obvious!!" the old man sputtered.
"Well, yes, J.M. but you've been working towards this for a long time."
"Here at Placenta Compu-Tech (at the mention of which, the assembled board members bowed their heads for a moment of silence) all of us have been working towards this, from the first day this company was born. And don't you forget it. Trouble is, some of us only found out about it recently."
Nervous glances passed from eye to eye.
"Now, what I was saying is that we now have within our grasp, a means of tapping into the data bank of any computer in the country, of combining information no matter how its coded! Do you see the potential? We'll be able to tell you everything about anyone! Matlock. How about those figures?"
Herb jerked nervously. What? What did he say? Herb, oblivious to the drone of the Chairman of the Board had instead been replaying the scene of watching Melissa's back grow criss-crossed with bright red stripes, then turn a solid sheet of red, then drip blood in rivers.
He'd beaten the girl unmercifully.
He'd beaten her till she went unconscious. Then, he'd put some soothing balm on her open wounds and turned his attention to the other two.
That recollection was just where he'd gotten when he'd been interrupted by Mr. MacNurnin.
"What's that, J.M.? 'Fraid I wasn't listening."
More nervous glances being exchanged around the table. Were they about to witness a public execution?
Mr. MacNurnin stared at Herb for a minute or two, then looked slowly around the table.
"Herb Matlock here," he began, "thinks these meetings are for laughs. He doesn't even bother to listen when I speak."
He calmly surveyed the others, all of whom were offering up silent prayers to their Gods, prayers of thanks that it hadn't been them.
"And you want to know something?" MacNurnin went on. "Well, I'll tell you. He can get away with it, because he knows what he's doing and the rest of you stupid fuckers don't have the faintest idea where your ass is."
Then he gave Herb a tolerant smile. Yessir, thought Herb, when you're riding a crest, it works everywhere you go.
"What I was saying Herb, is that we will have enhanced capability to monitor the populace. Why don't you give us the figures?"
All right. From what I can deduce, if we integrate the data systems now in existence, and reserve for ourselves an evolutionary capability as newer systems are introduced, I think that in five years time we'll have seventy-eight percent who would be consider total predictables.
The room was stunned.
"You mean to say that you'll have such a bead on seventy-eight per cent of the people that you'll be able to predict everything they do?" asked a disbelieving voice. "Due to the number of times a day he takes a shit."
"How you gonna do that?"
"It's very simple. Supermarkets have computers now. With the data base integrator, they can plug right into the bank. It's already going on in the suburbs. We'll know everything there is to know about anyone, including how much money they spend each month on toilet paper. The potential is endless. We'll be able to draw up a profile on anyone that will be ninety-nine per cent accurate. At the push of a button. We'll know if they have any kinks, if they have any skeletons in their closets ... it'll give us absolute control."
They all mumbled. Sounds like a good idea, was the general consensus.
"Yeah, but what about the public, J.M. You know how those little bastards are. Give 'em a hint that they're being manipulated and they go right up the wall. Then they get unpredictable."
"That's already been calculated into the final projections, right Herb?"
Again he was lost in thoughts of his whip. Just then he'd been remembering the sharp crack it made every time it ripped across Candy's big tits.
"Right, J.M." he said, knowing that when in doubt, agree with the highest ranking person present.
The old man began another long winded lecture about the merits of keeping the public in the dark about everything. "That bastard knows too much already," he'd often been heard to exclaim.
Herb didn't hear. He was thinking about the scene that had played itself out last night.
Everything had gone perfectly. They'd walked like lambs into his trap. Foolish trusting bitches. Well, that'd show them. They wouldn't be doing anything else for a while.
No way!
He had made lots of plans and they were at the very center of those plans.
He recalled the way Candy's tits had shook each time he laid the whip across them.
She had begged him to stop, and of course, for disobeying his orders to keep her mouth shut, he just had to keep on whipping her.
Then he'd gone back to Dorothy and given her more of the same treatment.
She had nice big breasts, and they'd stayed nice and firm over the years. She wasn't very old either. She'd been real young when he'd married her ... gosh, he couldn't even remember how old he'd been when he got married. That's how significant an event it had been in his life.
He stood in front of Dorothy's tight round tits, and started to play with them.
He squeezed one in his hands and she tried to pull her body back away from him.
He had squeezed harder, and her body started to do a wild dance on the frame he'd fastened her to.
Then he started to squeeze her other breast the way he was squeezing her first breast.
She cried out in pain.
She tried harder to get away from his cruel fingers, but it was to no avail.
He just kept digging them deeper and deeper into her breasts.
She felt like he was actually puncturing her skin with his fingers.
She wanted to cry out, but she knew that he would just treat her even more cruelly if she did so.
Candy watched helplessly from her chains. Melissa listened, while she was absorbed in the agony of her scourged back.
Herb was triumphant. Even now, in the board room, he could still feel the tingle of excitement that had raced through his body and his cock in particular as he'd listened to their screams, there moans and groans and shrieks of pain.
He'd loved it. He'd craved it. He'd felt like he'd been waiting for this all his life.
But it was only halfway complete.
There was another part that was important.
That was for them to like it. For them to crave it. To beg for it.
He wouldn't rest until they were so totally in his power that they had to have his whip to survive. Then, and only then, would he have the kind of sex slaves that he deserved. That they deserved to be. Only when they needed him, and needed his cock, would his revenge be complete.
He dreamed about it. He'd thought about it for an entire month, longer even, ever since he'd first run into Candy.
He wasn't usually like this.
That's something that surprised him. He didn't think he'd ever get any kind of pleasure out of beating a woman.
He surprised himself.
But the time he'd gone to actually see them the first time, he'd known what the eventual outcome would be.
The idea had grown more and more of an obsession.
For an entire month, he'd chased them, all the time knowing that they would succumb to his overtures only at their peril.
And they had.
As he'd known they would!
Yes, he'd known, known that she would give into the girls sooner or later. And he'd known that the girls would be interested in him.
Yes, he'd planned everything perfectly, and now the three were waiting for him to return.
Perhaps not with breathless anticipation, but he didn't mind. There would be time for that later.
They would learn to want him.
They would learn to look forward to him.
They would learn to beg him for it.
For his whip, his cock.
Yes, his cock.
He wanted to stick that cock right up all three of their tight sweet cunts, and he wanted to do it soon.
Maybe tonight.
He'd have to see how he felt.
Maybe he wouldn't want to fuck them tonight.
Maybe he'd just want to whip them some more. That might be nice.
Maybe he'd want to make them whip each other. That would be quite a show.
But maybe not. If all of them were set free at the same time, he might lose control over them.
He couldn't afford to do that.
No telling what might happen. They'd probably try to escape again.
They'd run to the nearest telephone and call someone for help.
No, that would never do.
So, what would it be tonight? He thought about it for a while, noticed that the board meeting was breaking up and wondered for a brief moment what had been discussed, then promptly forgot it and wandered back into the daydreams of his reunited family.
Gee, it was great to be back together again with all of them.
It's so easy to get out of touch.
Particularly when you walk out on the rest of them. It gets real easy to get out of touch.
Well, he'd fixed that. They'd gotten back in touch. A pretty direct and harsh touch at that.
The family that comes together, has fun together.
That's what he always said.
Yessir But now, he had to think about what he was going to do with them when he got home to them.
Then he thought of Melissa's sweet little mouth. Suddenly, he wanted to feel her mouth on his cock.
Wanted to feel her tender lips slurping along the hard shaft.
He wanted to feel her tongue licking around the head of his prick.
He wanted to feel her teeth, those tiny sharp teeth scraping over his skin, biting into it. chewing it, raising a fire in his balls, making him come, swallowing the whole load....
In his mind, he could see her throat contract each time she swallowed a wad of his jism.
He was getting hard just think about it.
Or maybe that sweet tight ass.
That might be the ticket.
He wondered how she would like that, having his cock buried up to his balls in her ass.
She'd learn to like that real fast. He'd bet on it.
Fuck that tight little asshole until it was stretched and loose, then fuck the damn thing some more.
Fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass. Then, maybe fuck her in the cunt, just for good measure.
He figured she was still a virgin, but you really couldn't tell these days unless you checked it out with the old pecker itself.
That was a sure way to find out.
If it went in easy, she'd been fucked before.
The main thing was to get in that cunt!
If it didn't go in easy, she might have been fucked before but not too many times.
And if it wouldn't go in at all, then you had to force it in. You had to push.
You had to tear. You had to rip. You had to make the damn thing bleed.
That's what you had to do! YEAH!!! Make that damn virgin cunt bleed all over his cock.
He liked the sticky feeling of virgin blood mingling with the fragrant cunt juices ( when they're that young , their cunts haven't had time to start stinking yet). It was like fucking a bowl of thick soup.
But then, there was Dorothy. He'd seen the look in her eyes. He'd seen how she tried to hate him but was unsuccessful. Oh, a casual bystander might have been under the impression that the hatred was genuine, but he knew better.
She'd been surprised by his sudden return, and she maybe had a grudge against him, but none of that meant anything.
Not when you stacked it up against the fact that he was being what a woman wanted in a man.
He was being strong. He was in control. He was dominating. He was in charge.
He owned their bodies, not by any natural right, although the natural right had been there had he cared to invoke it.
But he owned them because he'd outsmarted them and been able to take what was rightfully his.
Take by force.
That's what women respected. Cunning and logic were lost on them. You had to be brutal.
You had to let them know that you weren't messing around.
You had to overwhelm them. Strength was the one thing they didn't have.
You tried to get the better of them through logic and trying to outsmart them, you were just asking for it.
He didn't even bother wasting his time.
All he'd have gotten out of Dorothy if he'd tried to talk her into coming back would have been her scorn and hatred.
But now, they didn't matter.
He'd changed the rules.
He'd created his own rules.
He'd invented the entire game and had only let them know they were playing it after he'd had them in a losing position.
That's what Dorothy would respect.
He seen it in her eyes when he'd whipped her breasts.
That had been an entirely new experience for her.
He could tell that by the look in her eyes too.
No one had ever treated her like that before. Even if they'd had a reason.
Herb treated her like that.
And he didn't even have a good reason. Not one that she'd have understood.
And that's where he'd beaten her!
Because to use a woman's tactics against her, to do things that had no reasons, that would blow them right out of the water.
None of them could cope with it.
They didn't understand what was going on. They only knew that somehow, control had shifted in ways that they'd missed entirely.
Control had shifted to him.
The control of strength. Not control through information like Mr. MacNurnin babbled about for so long.
Or control through manipulation, like a woman's gains control.
This was true control. Not over a situation, which really meant nothing.
This was control over people. Directly over them, their bodies, their lives.
This was the true source of power. The oldest, most primeval form of power and control was still the most effective, if it could be properly tapped.
He'd tapped it.
No doubt about that. He'd tapped into the mother lode, and now he was going to mine it for all it was worth.
He was going to control them to the extent that he would make their wills no longer relevant.
He would take complete charge of what they found enjoyable, what they disliked, what they wanted, what they wished to avoid.
Their input would be reduced to nil.
They would simply become extensions of his will.
There was .nothing sure to bring tears to your eyes quicker than the sight of a woman forced to exercise a free and independent will against her wishes.
Women didn't want to think.
All that was a bunch of bullshit stirred up by the commies and the pinkos.
Women only suffered from the illusion of intelligence.
Underneath, they all thought with their cunts.
Underneath, they all were cringing, quivering fools, unable to function purely from a position of confidence and ability.
They needed all these little manipulative games.
But what they really needed was a stiff cock.
That's what they respected finally more than anything else in a man, they respected his stiff cock.
They wanted it too.
The three back at his place wanted his cock. He knew that for a fact. Before the week was over, they would know it also.
CHAPTER SIX
Melissa's buns were spread wide.
At the very center, the tiny puckered ring of muscle contracted and expanded like a tiny mouth chewing.
There was nothing for it to chew yet, but soon there would be.
Just as soon a Herb could get his cock out of his pants and into her ass.
"Daddy," she said, whimpering. She was the only one who called him daddy. Candy just looked at him with loathing.
"Daddy," Melissa started up again, "please don't do this to me."
Herb thought a moment. After all, she was so frail, so young, so innocent, so untouched.
How might all this affect her?
It could warp her for life. Burn scars in her mind that would never be removed.
Did he want to do this?
He damn sure did!
With the soul-searching over with, he whipped out his cock, dropped his drawers and stuck it up against her asshole.
He'd untied her from the post where he'd whipped her and then left her there for the night and all day while he'd been at work.
When he retied her, it was to a frame that was specially designed to bend the body in such a way that the cheeks of the ass were pulled as far apart as they could be pulled.
He placed his prick at the opening of her asshole.
All the way home, he'd pondered. To fuck, or not to fuck. And then, if to fuck, then where to fuck. Fuck in the mouth, fuck in the ass, fuck in the cunt?
He'd gone ahead and eliminated the cunt because he wasn't ready to deflower his own daughter.
Come on. He had some sense of decency.
He'd save that till he'd fucked her every other way possible.
Then he'd fuck her in her cunt.
Save the fucking best for last, like the ice cream after a banquet.
Yep, stick his old cock down there between her legs, those beautiful slender long legs, stick that hard old cock down there and jam it right up that sweet cunt.
Or maybe slip his tongue through the wet slit first, to make sure that he got the full taste of her pussy in his mouth.
Nothing tasted better than virgin pussy.
But it was so damn rare. You never got to sample it again. Well, sometimes you did, but usually if you were in a position to taste a virgin pussy with your tongue, chances were it wasn't going to stay a virgin pussy for long.
It made sense.
So he decided that he wanted to have a lot of opportunities to taste that sweet cunt before he plowed his cock into it and broke the spell for all time.
Among other things broken and torn.
But her ass. Now there was a hole forever tight and always waiting for something to be stuck in it.
Assholes were always there.
They were always fuckable, even if it was your young daughter, they were always fuckable.
Just now, for instance, he was already spreading the diameter of the hole itself by sticking his cock an inch or two inside, She started to groan and moan.
"Daddy, it hurts. It hurts. Why are you doing this?"
He'd have answered but he was too interested in finding out what that tight asshole would feel like with his entire cock buried into the very center.
Deeper and deeper he buried himself.
He felt his cock prodding the tight membranes aside, he could feel the circular muscles of her asshole stretching beyond any normal limits "Ouch, oh God it hurts, please stop stop stop stop!!"
Her ass was quivering and shaking now, and she was moaning in agony.
But Herb liked it.
The more he hurt her, the more she shook her ass and the better it felt, which meant that he'd just get more and more worked up, start thrusting harder and harder and just start the cycle over again.
By the time he came the first time, she was nearly unconscious.
"Oh, it hurts so bad," she murmured "Don't worry, daughter, you'll get used to it."
"Oh, please don't make me get used to it. I couldn't stand it."
"You couldn't?" he asked.
"Oh no, not hardly."
"Well, how do you know if you don't try it."
"But I just did."
"Oh, that's right."
Herb thought about this for a minute, then hit upon an idea.
"But you see, you aren't used to it yet. So you don't know if you'd enjoy it once you got used to it. I mean, do you see what I mean?"
She started to cry.
Oh drat, that meant he was going to have to whip her.
"Stop that foolish crying, Melissa," warned Herb.
"Do what he says," added Dorothy.
"You just blew your case lady," Herb shot back. "I told you to keep your damn mouth shut."
"Oh, please don't whip me again," she begged him.
"No chance. I wouldn't let you off so easy."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice filling with fear.
"There you go again, opening your big fucking mouth without my permission. What does it take, Dorothy? What does it take. I mean, am I being unreasonable? I'm stating my case quite clearly from the start, don't you think?"
"Herb, you're sick."
"Ah-ah-ah ... there you go again."
He laughed a rueful laugh of near disbelief. This stupid bitch was justasking toget something real bad done to her.
Maybe he'd cut her tits off.
NahlToo excessive. He was civilized, after all.
Well, then, maybe he'd stick long extremely sharp needles through her nipples.
Yeah! And then after that, maybe he'd cut them off.
But no, she just wouldn't look the same without her tits.
No doubt about it, they would have to be preserved.
What then?
He looked around for ideas.
He needed something that hadn't been done yet. Something that would make her really sit up and take notice.
Well, he'd postpone her punishment for now, because he wanted to get back to fucking Melissa's ass.
That was first on his mind, and until he'd finished doing that, the rest would have to wait.
He walked back over to her trembling form.
Her ass was widely spread.
He could see his white jism oozing out of her hole from where he'd fucked her the first time.
She was quivering and whimpering. Her body was slowly becoming changed. Altered.
He was doing it. Already, it had a more worn look about it.
He put his re-hardened prick back against her asshole and was surprised at how much easier it was to penetrate her.
Much easier than last time.
That was because his hard cock had already stretched her wide. She was going to become very easy, before too long. And it would all be for him.
As his cock slid into her ass, she started to moan and groan.
Deeper and deeper, until he could go no further, he buried his cock into her ass.
She started to cry again.
"Stop that while I'm fucking you," Herb instructed.
"But it hurts!"
"It's supposed to! You're supposed to like it. What's the matter, aren't you a normal woman?"
"That's not true. We're not supposed to just like pain."
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"OUCH!!! I AM NOT!!!"
"My, but aren't we getting sassy? Seems to me that that's going to cost you. You will learn respect."
"Respect, daddy, is something you earn."
Candy started to clap when Melissa tossed that crack at Herb.
Incensed, he walked over to where she was still hanging by her arms from the chain, and slapped her silly.
She saw stars.
Hell, Herb slapped her so hard, he saw stars.
She kept quiet after that.
He walked back over to where Melissa was still quivering.
He stuck his cock back into her asshole and finished fucking her for the second time.
She moaned and groaned and quivered and writhed as much as the ropes would allow.
In and out, in and out. Deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder.
Each thrust seemed to be harder than the last.
He thought he could feel his prick swelling inside her ass. That's what it felt like, but he could have been mistaken.
Maybe it was just her ass contracting around his cock.
Maybe she was getting turned on by all this.
Maybe she wanted him to continue.
He hoped so, because he certainly was going to keep on.
He was going to fuck her until she came.
He knew that it wasn't as easy for a woman to come from being fucked in her ass as it was for her to come from being fucked in her cunt. But it could be done.
Maybe Melissa would have an easier time of it, having never been fucked in her cunt and not knowing what she's missing.
Deeper and deeper.
Harder, harder.
He kept his thrusts steady and even, slowly increasing the tempo till they seemed to blend one into the next and she couldn't even tell them apart any more.
It just felt like one unending fuck.
One steady state of fucking.
One limitless fuck.
She felt something strange in her crotch.
It was a kind of tickle, sort of like a buzzing fee ling ... if there is such a thing.
Then she felt Herb's hands on her cunt, felt his fingers working their way through the soft pink meat, seeking out her tiny clitoris, start to work it over, rubbing, pressing, pulling, tearing.
He slapped at it.
He tore at it.
He pinched it.
He massaged it.
And everything combined to drive her crazy. Suddenly, the cock in her ass didn't feel too big. In fact, it didn't really feel big enough.
Or was it that her cunt all of a sudden felt too empty. Like she wanted something in there.
Again and again his fingers attacked her clitoris and she kept coming closer and closer to the insane release of orgasm.
Herb wondered if it would be the first time she'd ever come, but doubted it. Kids these days, they know what masturbation's all about by the time they're in the first grade.
Hell, for all he knew, she could be fucking the football team at school.
Hmmm, he thought. Well, why not give it a try.
Up the old cunt canal slipped a finger, cautiously probing through the mushy swamp he'd made of her cunt while he'd played with her clitoris.
Further and further, up up up and ... well how about that. Looks like she's been popped ... oh, there it was. Right at the gates of her inner chamber.
OK, Melissa, my dear, we have a date with that little obstruction.
But later.
Back to her clit now, battering it without let up.
Rubbing, pushing, pulling, pressing....
He felt every muscle in her body start to go wild, tense up, begin to tremble and quiver.
"Oh, daddy, what are you doing to me, what are you doing, it feels so strange, so strange, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh OH OH OH OH!!!!!!!!"
She started to come and couldn't stop.
One long animal-like cry poured from her throat, echoed through the basement and was followed by another and another.
She sounded like her body was on fire.
She sounded like her brain was melting down.
Or maybe her clitoris.
It was certainly hot enough.
The younger they are, the hotter they come, thought Herb.
Writhing and shaking, shaking and writhing, groaning and moaning, he kept up the pressure on her clit as well as the unending thrusts in and out of her ass.
"Oh my God, Oh my God, oh my God!!!!" she exploded with a great exhalation of breath.
"You're coming, aren't you?" Herb asked her.
"Yes," she responded.
"Say it!"
"Say it!!"
"I'm coming!!"
"Again!!"
"I'm coming!!"
"Louder!!"
"I'm COMING!!
"I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING!!"
Again and again the great convulsive waves shook and jerked at her body, driving her out of this world and into the mindless plane of sexual release.
She was drained.
She was numbed.
She was ... unconscious.
What?
Oh shit, thought, Herb. Hope I haven't hurt her.
"Melissa?"
He patted her on the head. "Melissa?" He shook her again. "Melissa? Are you all right?" He shook her and at last he heard her respond.
"Um ... where am I?" she mumbled. "You're right here with you're old man, dear."
She shivered again, and tried to raise her head.
"Can I be untied now?" she asked.
Herb considered it. If he simply untied her, she would probably try to hurt him while he was involved with one of the other two. He knew she'd enjoyed what he'd just done to her, but it would be weeks before she was conditioned enough for it to become the most important thing in her life. Until then, he had to be wary of her. Of all three of them.
But, there was something to be said for a little positive reinforcement too. Fuck good for Daddy, maybe Daddy will reward you. Like maybe he'll tie you into a more comfortable position, let the blood flow back into your arms and legs.
He unfastened her from the frame he'd strapped her to, handcuffed her and led her to a chair.
He then passed a chain through the cuffs and around the chair, locking it and locking her to the chair.
Then he put a gag in her mouth, not tight, but enough to keep her from making a lot of noise that he didn't need to hear.
It wasn't much, but he hoped it would be the start of a perverse bond between them. If she cracked, the other two would be a lot easier to deal with. All of them presenting a united front of hatred and disgust would be a hard act to follow, but with Melissa on his side, the other two might become demoralized and their resistance weakened.
Then, he looked around the room, first at Dorothy who had never once stopped glaring at him with hatred and loathing. He tried to imagine what it would feel like, if she was able for just a second to get her hands loose, get those claws of hers into his face, his skin, his eyes....
She'd do it too, of that he had no doubt. She like nothing more than to destroy him.
Well, fine. She'd get her chance to try. He was willing to bet that when the time came, she would willingly, gladly submit to any degradation he could imagine, do so with a smile on his face and ask for more.
And mean it!
He was going to make her want it. To beg for it.
To cry heavy tears if he didn't give it to her.
The whip, his cock, anything else he could come up with.
"Dorothy, my dear," he said with a smile on his face as he slowly walked over to her.
She looked like she wanted to say something in reply, shout another of her vile insults at him, but she knew better. She knew what would happen to her. She was probably still quivering from fear at his last threat, yet to be carried out.
Those eyes. They chilled him to the bone.
Never had he seen such thick black hatred pouring out of her eyes, as if the darkest bile in her stomach had overflowed, filling her entire body with rage and anger.
He came up to where she was still spread on the frame in a human 'X'.
"Let us go, Herb," she whispered.
He slapped her face.
"Let us go, Herb," she whispered again, as if he'd never touched her.
He slapped her right breast.
"You'll have to let us go sooner or later. You can't keep us here forever."
He slapped her left breast.
"You're a bastard."
"I'm a what?" he asked, grabbing the hairs of her cunt and pulling as hard as he could.
"OUCH!!! STOP IT YOU MONSTER!!"
He pulled harder when she said that.
He could feel the flesh where her pubic hair was rooted being stretched as he pulled harder and harder on her bush.
She started to cry.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
He slapped her face. "STOP IT!!!'.
"That does it, you stupid idiot!!" he said, as fiercely as he possibly could.
"I'm tired of playing games with you. You're going to find out that when I say something, I really mean it!!!"
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for unmerciful blows, waiting to be battered into a mindless stupor.
What struck her instead, though no less powerful, was something else indeed. She had been expecting him to slap her again.
Instead, he began to very gently stroke her breasts. Her eyes opened in surprise. She said nothing, simply watched him, watched his hands as they followed the curve of her two ample breasts, watched his face, his eyes, trying to get some clue as to what was going on in his mind.
Herb looked straight into Dorothy's eyes. They still overflowed with hatred for him.
Then, Herb lowered his hand to her crotch and began a gentle rubbing motion over her clitoris.
"I know what you're trying to do," she told him. "It won't work."
"Well, then things'll be the same as they always were, won't they?" Herb said with a leering grin.
She said nothing else, just kept up with her icy stare. She was determined to resist his efforts to arouse her. Her body was a mass of tortured pain now, and it was because of this person in front of her. She wasn't about to let him get the better of her simply....
She suddenly sucked in her breath. Herb had touched the very tip of her clit, just scarcely coming in contact with it at all, again and again with the same feather touch. The electricity shooting through her had taken her by surprise.
"You like that, don't you Dorothy old girl?" Herb chuckled.
"I told you, it won't work. I will not let you do this...." but her voice trailed off while her eyes kept staring at him, almost pleading now, begging him to not force himself on her this way too.
Herb kept the friction against her clitoris going strong, and at the same time he lowered his mouth to her breasts.
Her body involuntarily jerked backwards away from his lips, but there was no place for her to go. She was limited by the chain and could only shake in a small circles. Herb fastened a nipple securely between his teeth, and started to shake back and forth with his head, shaking the thick rolls of flesh from side to side.
"You bastard," said Dorothy, still as angry as ever, but there was a new note of urgency in her voice, a breathier sound, as if her breathing was getting faster, interfering with the words.
Herb kept stroking her pussy, and whether she hated him or not, there was a thick mass of juice collecting at the thick matted patch of hair around her lips. He rubbed his palm in it, spreading it all through her crotch. Then he was back at her clitoris again, still lightly, but faster this time, and every fourth or fifth stroke, applying a sudden increase of pressure.
Each time he did, she let out a small cry.
From the other side of the room, Candy watched transfixed. Dorothy was shaking now on the frame like a flag whipped by the wind. Candy wondered if Herb would be able to do the same thing to her. She couldn't believe the way her mother was acting. Even though she kept saying that Herb wasn't getting to [missing text in original pocketbook]
Dorothy was beginning to lose control. It was obvious to Herb, and it was obvious to the two girls who watched with fascination.
"Oh my God, you bastard," she moaned.
"I told you, you'd like this Dorothy, all you need to do is loosen up a little."
He gave her a sharp slap on her thigh and then went right back to her clitoris, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Against her will.
Purely at his own command.
It made him feel strong, it made him feel like he could do anything.
To be able to dominate another person's body so totally!
"Stop, please stop," she begged him, but he wasn't about to let up. Each movement of his finger produced a clear reaction in her face, through all the muscles in her body. Her breasts were shaking madly. The muscles of her stomach were pushing in and out, in and out with ever increasing intensity.
"When's the last time you felt like this, huh Dorothy?" Herb gloated. There was no denying that she was becoming fully aroused.
Her cheeks were glowing a bright red and her breathing kept getting faster and more labored.
Her thighs were coated with her cunt juice and her breasts were jutting straight out in front of her with the two nipples hard and swollen points of desire.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
Herb gave her no answer, simply kept up the exquisite torture.
Now he had two fingers in her pussy and was stretching the walls to either side.
He pushed all the way in until he was pressing against the back of her inner chamber, feeling his Fingers slosh through the thick pools of cunt juice that had collected there. Harder and harder.
He kept up the churning movements until he could hear her starting that final mad fall into orgasm.
Each breath was accompanied by a tiny harsh moan of anguish, a convulsive jerk of her stomach muscles and rapid quivering movements through her thighs.
"I, I ... I'm ... commminngg!!!" she screamed at last. Her orgasm lasted for a long time, seemingly built from layer upon layer of smaller orgasms, each one feeding into the next until the last wave crashed through her body with a force that Herb could easily feel transferred to his fingers, still working in and out of her cunt.
Her juice was all over his hand. The thick odor of orgasmic fever Fill the room.
She was exhausted, hanging limply from the ankle bracelets. Her head hung down in front of her body and Herb stepped back to examine his handiwork.
That should keep her quiet for a few minutes, he thought to himself and turned his attention to his oldest daughter, still suspended calmly from the chain in the center of the room.
Melissa watched the entire scene. In her eyes alone did Herb see the hatred and fear beginning to diminish. She would be easy, he thought. She seemed almost comfortable, sitting in the chair where he had left her fastened securely.
But Candy, she was another story. Herb had no doubt that her will to resist was the equal of her mother's, perhaps greater. He knew that Dorothy was far from broken, that she had only succumbed to the first step. There was a lot of fight in her yet, and an equal amount in Candy.
Fire seemed to spit from her eyes as Herb approached her.
"Stay away, you monster!" she snarled.
She began to kick at him as soon as he got within reach, but Herb caught hold of one of her feet and held it up in the air, forcing her to hop around on one leg, falling back onto the chain for support.
Then he pulled himself into her until her cunt was against his hand. She gave him a vicious look and tried to bite him.
"You little bitch!" he laughed and gave her cunt a sharp squeeze.
She gasped, but it did little to lessen her wrath.
No sooner did he let her leg down than she was trying to plunge her knee into his groin. Herb still was merely amused by all this, knowing that there was little she could hope to accomplish.
He spun her around and gave her a hard slap on her buttocks.
"Calm down, little girl, we've got a long time to go. You don't want to wear yourself out to soon, do you?"
She tried to shake him off, but he held her from behind and she couldn't get to him.
He let his hands cup her breasts, taking delight in the writhing of her body as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. There was nothing she could do.
"You should really give up, you understand that don't you?" Herb calmly reasoned.
"You're disgusting!" she screamed as he began to play with her nipples.
"Stop, stop, I hate you!" she said, still trying to get out of his grasp. But Herb had her nipples tightly clenched between his finger and thumb of each hand. They weren't going anywhere.
He began to pinch quickly, releasing the pressure almost at once, then pinching hard again, releasing the pressure, then pinching....
Pressure.
Release.
Pressure.
Release.
He kept it up for a long time, long enough for her to stop squirming and calm down.
"What are you doing?" she asked finally, in a tone that said whatever it was, he wasn't succeeding.
But Herb knew better. He'd seen how easily Dorothy was overcome and felt that Candy had a much higher potential for sexual arousal. And being young, her natural fear would contribute to this also.
Keeping one hand on her breasts, he dropped the other to her cunt and as with Dorothy, he at once sought out her clitoris. He wasn't surprised to find it already erect and poking out between the two lips of her pussy.
All around he felt the heavy moisture of her pussy, soaking into her pubic hair, spread all over her skin, her thighs and her waist.
She was already aroused, simply didn't fully understand it. Well, she was going to learn.
Back and forth on her clit. Each time, a responding ripple of arousal tore through her body. He pressed against her back and could feel each shake, quiver, vibration as it raced through her.
"Yeah, that's daddy's little girl all right," he said heartily
"You're no father of mine," she said, trying to sound insolent, but he heard the change in her voice. That clit of hers hadn't been hard and poking through her pussy lips for nothing.
She was getting hot, and pretty soon, she would be begging him to keep going. She wanted it, and she wanted him to give it to her. Or she would soon.
Into her pussy now. Just as he'd suspected, she wasn't a virgin. He wondered if she fucked a lot. Probably did. That must give Dorothy fits, he thought. She was never able to come to terms with it herself. How could she deal with a daughter who did?
But fucked already or not, her cunt was still tiny and tight.
Two fingers in her and already it felt tight and cramped. He tried to find more room but she was rigid.
"Stop, it hurts," she said, not exactly the same way as when he'd whipped her, but he didn't doubt that it was unpleasant for her.
Maybe that was good, and maybe not. The most important thing was to make her come. Once that barrier had been broken, she would move to the next steps with greater and greater ease.
So he decided not to make her feel too much pain this time, instead focusing on her clitoris to force an orgasm out of her.
It wasn't hard. Once he got down to it, she started almost at once.
Her body began to shake from the end of the chain, pivoting on his hand that seemed attached to her cunt.
One finger, that was all it took.
One well applied finger.
Right against her clit now, touching so that her own body movements provided the stimulation necessary.
All he had to do was hold it against her crotch. She did all the rest. Each time her hips moved, so did his finger against her clitoris. That caused her hips to roll some more. A perpetual motion machine. Perpetual coming.
With his other hand, he started to massage her breasts again.
This time, there were no snarls to greet him. Instead, there was just an intensifying of her facial features, a hardening of her expression, a harsh intake of breath, and the beginning of a gentle swaying motion with the top half of her naked body, accenting the rising feeling in her tits.
He let the open palm of his hand lightly rub over her nipples and felt them to be rock hard with desire.
Then he pressed into the fleshy mounds pushing them to either side of her body.
Taking hold of each nipple, he pulled them towards him, stretching the skin until they were taut.
Still, she simply hung there, eyes closed, seeming to enjoy it.
I've got her, thought Herb triumphantly.
Then he started to increase the pressure on her clitoris. That got an immediate rise out of her.
"Oh God!" she cried and bit her lower lip. "Feels good, huh?"
She gave him no answer but there was no doubt that it felt damn good.
He kept it up constantly until she was right at the edge.
Then he stopped. Simply stopped and stepped back from her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. The expression he was hoping for flickered across her features.
Disappointment!
She was disappointed. Herb felt excited. This was a victory in itself.
Still she would say nothing, but it was obvious she was waiting, hoping for him to continue.
He did, stepping back close to her, slipping his fingers into her pussy.
Then he unbuckled his belt, loosened his pants and let them drop.
He saw Melissa's eyes grow wide at this. She must have been wondering how something that big had fit in her ass.
Don't worry little girl, thought Herb, you'll have plenty more chances to find out.
Then, he placed his dick right against Candy's cunt. She looked down at the size of the thing and looked scared.
But she needn't have worried. Herb wasn't ready to fuck her yet. He wanted her to get used to the idea of having his cock at her cunt. The actual fucks would come when the time was right.
Well, maybe just a little. Say, stick the head of the stiff prick up into those sweet lips ... yeah, just like that.
Candy gave a small cry as she felt the head of Herb's cock sliding into her and she inwardly steeled herself for the full thrust of his cock, but it didn't come. Instead, he simply jiggled it back and forth in her pussy, never really penetrating down inside her cunt, just setting up a tickling rhythm that carried not only through her pussy, but up through the rest of her body as well.
The way that she stuck her breasts out to him told Herb that she really wanted to feel them rubbed. The way he saw it, he had no choice but to oblige.
He started to lick the hard points of her nipples with his tongue, and each time he did, she pushed her tits into him even harder.
Holding them in his hand, he could raise them a good ways up towards his mouth, and since he didn't have to bend over" very far, he was able to keep his cock just inside her pussy. But not for long!
Coming at her from both directions, she got really hot again, and was almost ready to come, so much so that she kept pushing her hips into his cock, trying to force it to penetrate further into her.
But Herb kept back. He would decide when she would feel the full length of his cock. He would decide when he was going to fuck her. She would wait, and keep on waiting, if that's what he wanted.
But he knew one thing. By the time he was ready to fuck her, she would be begging for it.
Just like Dorothy, and Melissa.
All three of them would be begging for it. And would he ever give it to them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Bull shitter!!!"
The others at the table joined in the chorus, all in agreement.
"Seriously, I can do it if you're game."
"Listen to the big talker!" joked Harvey. Harvey worked in systems analysis in the bowels of the Placenta Compu-Tech building. Specifically what systems, and what types of analysis were involved, Harvey would seldom say. The company was so rigidly compartmentalized that it was possible for someone to work there and never have any idea what the rest of the company was doing.
In fact, the type of socializing that was going on right now was discouraged by the management.
They didn't want anyone to be getting any ideas that they shouldn't, and keeping everyone in the dark was the simplest way to accomplish this.
However, they needn't have worried.
There was no talk whatsoever about computers or business or any other topic that would have interested the management of Placenta Compu-Tech. What they were talking about was getting laid. By young girls.
Herb had just offered to provide two willing young sex slaves for their pleasure.
Prompting Harvey's outburst.
And another.
"I say you're a bull shitter. Come on, where are you going to get two girls to take us all on. Unless you pay them, and even you wouldn't fork out that kind of dough just to make a point. Bull shitter."
Herb kept his calm expression.
"Anytime you want to check it out, you just let me know."
Harvey watched him closely. Of course, it had to be a trick. But what the heck, he'd play along.
"OK, how about tonight."
"Fine," said Herb.
"Yeah? OK, how about right now."
"Sounds good to me."
"Right now."
"Yep."
"All right, where. Your place."
Herb thought for a minute. He didn't really want anyone knowing that he was keeping them at his house. Not yet. They'd made good progress, all three of them, but they weren't ready to be trusted totally yet. They were very nearly broken to his will. He could count on them to do pretty much whatever he wanted. In fact, the little scene he was arranging with his co-workers had already been arranged once before, only with his boss. It had resulted in a nice raise for Herb.
"I'll tell you what. You tell me where to be, and I'll have them with me. What about your place Sam. You're wife's gone for the month with the kids, right?"
Sam looked uncomfortable.
"Well, yeah, Herb, sure. But, I don't know. I've got awfully nosey neighbors. They'd just love to have a new scandal to talk about."
"There won't be any scandal to worry about, I promise. Now how about it? Your place at eight o'clock?"
"Well, sure. Why not. How old you say these girls are again?"
"Not over eighteen. That's a fact."
"And they're pretty feisty, huh?"
"You got to watch 'em every minute, or they'll have your balls on the wall."
"Pretty good looking?"
"Spectacular. Now, if you gentlemen don't mind, I'm going to get down to some serious drinking. All your questions will be answered tonight, I promise you."
Grumbling with anticipation, they all joined him, and pretty soon they were drunk as skunks.
"Come on Herb, you been holding out on us long enough. Take us to these little twats of yours right now. You hear?"
"Calm down fellows, you can't get water till you prime the pump, if you know what I mean. I'm just gonna go prime the pump a little, and then I'll have what you're looking for. Now why don't you all just head on over to Sam's place, and I'll be along directly with a little piece of heaven riding with me. That's a promise." He left them to pick up the bar tab and made his way to the parking lot, where it took him almost ten minutes to remember that he'd parked a block down on the street.
Fuck, I'm drunk as shit, he thought to himself, wobbling down the sidewalk.
He found his car and after another extended ordeal while he tried to make the key work to unlock the door, he started out on the drive home.
It had been an amazing three weeks, he thought.
He'd already managed now to get a decent raise out of those sweet twats, and now he would become a legend in his own time around the office if he managed to provide those clowns with a good evening's entertainment.
He was amazed that he'd been able to get them this far so quickly.
It had been just as he thought. No matter how much a woman developed her mind and tried to train herself to think like a man, the minute you started to play with her clit, the whole thing went on the blink. They just couldn't think when their cunts were in gear.
But he'd been astounded to actually watch the process take place.
After that first night when he'd beaten them into near shock then played with them all till he demonstrated his power to make them come, he'd settled into a fairly predictable routine.
Standing before them with a whip in his hand, he'd been clear.
"You will do as you're told. Exactly as you're told, or else you can count on getting a healthy dose of this."
He'd cracked the whip then, to emphasize that he meant business and had gotten a thrill to see them all flinch when he did so.
He fed them on schedule, each at different times and when they weren't eating, they were either tied up or chained.
The room he'd prepared in the basement was carefully controlled for temperature and humidity, so he knew they were comfortable in their prison. And he took great care to make certain that their bonds were never too tightly fastened.
But there was never any question concerning just who was the master.
He was and he was ruthless if any of them ever forgot it.
One night, he'd let Melissa out of her chains because he wanted to teach her the proper technique for sucking a cock.
She had been a little reluctant to take the thing in her mouth at first, and Herb had to hold her onto him.
"I can't breathe," she had gasped, and Herb and finally let her up.
"That's disgusting," she had said, clearly without thinking. Her look of apology was immediate.
But it was too late.
"You think it's disgusting, do you?" asked Herb, growing very still and silent.
Melissa began to look frightened.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you, daddy."
But Herb had her by the hand and was leading her over to the frame that Dorothy had been fastened to when he'd first brought them into his home.
He was surprised even then at how docile she had become. Almost eager. As if she'd know what the result of her careless remark would be and had subconsciously invited the punishment.
Well, she'd have her wish.
Herb held her arms against the cross-beams and slipped the leather straps around each of her wrists.
He then did the same with her ankles, spreading her legs wide.
But in a fiendish twist on the position he'd used on Dorothy, he then turned the entire frame upside-down and suspended it from two chains attached to the ceiling so that she hung upside-down, arms and legs spread eagle, her long hair hanging to the floor.
Herb walked up to her and started to play with her cunt that was so clearly on display.
"You'll remember next time, won't you?"
She was shivering from fright, or was it anticipation? No matter.
Herb stepped back and after taking careful aim, took a mighty swing with his whip and cracked the tip of it right across her opened cunt lips.
She screamed.
He swung the whip again and she screamed again.
Then he started to focus the whip right on the inviting target of her clitoris, alternating with her hard nipples ever fifth stroke or so.
Her body was alive with sensation. He wasn't striking her either hard enough or with enough of the whip to leave any welts or marks.
There were only three points on her body that felt anything at all, her clit, and her two nipples.
But the fire that raged at those three points was enough to totally consume her.
As Herb kept whipping her clitoris, she moved closer and closer to orgasm.
Now, each time the whip tore through her moist cunt flesh, he could see it scatter little droplets of cunt juice. Again and again.
Harder and harder.
He whipped her straight through one orgasm and then another and another after that until her body was satiated.
She was drained. Herb could tell by the way she hung limply from the leather straps.
He could see that she needed to be revived.
What better way than a carefully applied tongue to her clitoris?
He bent down to her. spread thighs and started to lick at her clit. The skin all around her pussy was still flaming red from the whip, but it only made it more sensitive to his tongue.
The instant that he touched her, she began to roll her hips and moan.
That was something that he'd been noticing about all three of them lately. No matter how harshly he'd punish them, they always were able to come immediately after. And they were starting to come sometimes just from being whipped.
Every evening, he spent time with each of them individually in a smaller room off from the main chamber, and the purpose of these sessions was simply to make their bodies scream through one orgasm after another.
They'd all resisted at first, but now, only two weeks into the treatment, they all looked forward to it.
The night before, Candy had actually begged to be taken first.
They still didn't like the situation, but they were learning to get along with it.
That's what he liked to see.
And he'd started training them to perform with each other for his entertainment.
A few nights ago, he'd tied Candy's hands above her head and spread her legs before fastening her feet.
Then, he'd suspended Melissa upside down by her feet, with her hands tied behind her back.
Then, he'd brought them together and watched while they licked each others' pussies. They were really getting good at it. They could bring each other off faster than he could, and they seemed to enjoy it too.
And then there was Dorothy. She'd been easiest. That was probably because she had the most to give up in the way of personal identity, and the loss had caused her to simply break.
Melissa and Candy were able to bend, actually absorb the strange new conditions of their life as a part of what they were becoming, but Dorothy was already set and could tolerate no variation.
The result was that she no longer offered any resistance of any sort. If Herb felt like playing with her pussy while he watched television, he'd simply chain her hands to her ankles and place her next to his chair.
And if he felt like having his cock sucked at any time of the day, he simply gave her the command and she did exactly as he told her.
He was able to let them out of their chains for small amounts of time now too.
That, of course was the ultimate goal, to only have to chain them up at special times when punishment was needed for example, and to let them roam his house freely at other times. He wanted them there of their own will. It was just that he wanted their wills bent to his desire.
If they had the freedom to leave but chose to stay, that would be the ultimate proof of his success.
Candy was even preparing his dinners for him now.
She would wear a tiny skirt, black mesh stockings, high heels and nothing from the waist up.
He always instructed her to stand next to him at the table, in case he felt like fondling her breasts, or playing with her cunt. It was important that they be prepared to give their bodies to him at any time. He couldn't count on their absolute loyalty yet, but they were learning.
And just two nights ago, he'd taken both girls to a hotel, the poshest place in town, and there he'd turned them over to his boss, one of the executive vice presidents, a man who wielded enormous power with the organization.
He was going to leave, but his boss wouldn't hear of it.
"Herb, my man, come join me. Heh, heh, I don't want to put myself down or anything, but I don't really think I can take both these young ladies on their own terms. No, now hardly."
"Well, if you insist, J.R."
The evening had been an unqualified success.
His girls had performed like real champs.
First, they'd gotten J.R. down on the bed and pulled his pants off. His cock was still flaccid, but they went to work on it right away.
Candy started to lick the head while Melissa played with his balls.
She opened her mouth wide and let the entire sac fall between her teeth. J.R. had started to groan at this, and Candy had let out an excited squeal that said the cock in her mouth was starting to respond.
And so it was.
Herb stood off to the side simply enjoying the sight of his two girls doing so much at a single stroke for his career.
He also enjoyed watching them in action. He was still amazed at how perfect their bodies were.
Both had such large full breasts, yet they didn't sag even a fraction of an inch. Theirs were truly perfect bodies.
As Melissa bent over J.R.'s balls her ass stuck further and further into the air, and finally Herb could contain himself no longer.
That sweet ass was only a prelude to the sweet pussy that lurked just beneath it further on between her legs and, hopping on the bed with a single bound, Herb's fingers searched through the swampy flesh until they located the opening and then they plunged deeply into her body.
She let out a squeal and must have chomped down a little too hard on J.R.'s balls because he let out a cry of pain.
"Hey, little lady, take it easy, all right? Now, we don't want to lose them altogether, do we?"
He was laughing, but it was clear that Melissa had hurt him more than she meant to. Rather than making Herb nervous about hurting his boss, it made him proud of his little girl, that she could have learned to become so responsive in so short a time. She was already exceeding his wildest dreams.
And that lust pot Candy wasn't far behind either.
In fact both of them were becoming exactly what he'd always wanted. The perfect slaves to his will. He couldn't imagine having anything in the world that would be more pleasurable.
And at the moment, neither could J.R.
Melissa had learned to be gentle with his balls, and while Candy moved on to the rest of his body, kissing his nipples, his face, nibbling at his ear, Melissa focused all her attention on his prick which Candy had gotten halfway to attention.
Melissa now set to work Melissa now set to work making it fully erect and she didn't have much trouble.
Her tongue danced all over the surface and she could feel the thick blue veins running along either side growing large as more and more blood raced into his prick, there to become trapped and fill the long staff of flesh until it was totally hard.
And it kept on feeling like it would get hard forever.
Finally, with Herb directing the proceedings, they'd formed a chain of sorts with Candy lowering her pussy onto J.R.'s dick, Melissa bent over sucking her tits and Herb plunging his cock in and out of her ass once more. Since that first day when he'd fucked her in the ass and she'd come so hard, she had developed a real liking for that kind of fucking, and Herb would usually fuck her in the ass if he thought she wanted it.
J.R. had come like a crazed banshee, kicking up on Candy's body with his hips like a wounded bull.
Candy had held on for the entire ride, and Herb had counted at least three separate orgasms while she did so.
And Melissa was . learning to come on command too. That night, she'd come with his cock in her ass, with it in her cunt, with it in her mouth, (Candy had been licking her cunt and J.R. had been fucking her in the ass, so Herb couldn't really take sole credit for that one). The point was, she was becoming a real sex machine.
Soon, she would be the perfect sex machine. Doing it, not because she was forced, but because she wanted it. Enjoyed it. Craved it.
He thought of all this as he drove back to his townhouse. He wondered if he should bring Dorothy with them too, and then decided against it. They might wonder at the three of them, and while he was convinced that Dorothy was totally broken to his will, the three of them together, outside their prison, might make for a combination that he would find difficult to deal with.
No, Dorothy would spend the evening tied to his couch in the living room. That would be her consolation. He'd even put the remote control unit next to her so she could watch television if she wanted to.
No one could say he wasn't a nice guy.
He walked down to the basement, turned on the light and found them just as he'd left them.
He loved this first meeting of the evening. Some days, he didn't even need to go into work. Then, he'd spend the entire day down here sometimes, but whenever he did have to go to work, he would spend the whole day anticipating the first moment when he'd turn on the light and find those three naked female bodies, bound tightly and helplessly, waiting only for whatever he commanded them to do.
"Good evening, ladies," he said in his friendliest tone of voice. "I've got a little surprise for you tonight. Candy, Melissa, you're going to a party."
"What about me?" asked Dorothy. "Don't I ever get to be let out too?"
"Now Dorothy, don't be that way. You know I can't stand the thought of sharing you with anyone else. Besides, these boys have specifically requested that the ladies in question be eighteen or younger, and while you are indeed beautiful, I don't think you can pass for eighteen or younger."
She looked a little hurt.
"But I'll tell you what. I'll let you spend the evening upstairs, and you can even watch television if you want. How's that sound?"
She brightened a little at that, and Herb had taken her up to the living room, fastened her securely to a chair that he'd prepared with leather straps for her ankles and wrists.
"Now, you be a good girl and maybe we can do this again sometime without all these straps and things. How's that sound."
She had smiled at him.
Something about that smile told Herb that he needed to be careful yet. He might never be totally sure that he'd managed to break them one hundred per cent.
But he'd come close.
He went back down to the basement where Melissa and Candy still waited.
"So girls, how we doing tonight?"
They watched him, still not sure of him, or how to talk to him. They only knew that he wasn't going to kill them and that what he did to them felt good. It was becoming all they needed to know.
Even worries about jobs had dwindled till by now, he thought that if they hadn't actually forgotten about their old world, it didn't play on their minds nearly as much as it had when he'd first taken them captive.
"You two have a big night ahead of you. Guess we'd best check your oil."
Then he laughed a loud lewd laugh and stuck his fingers up each of their pussies.
"Yeah, you all feel real full and greasy."
"What do you have in mind for us tonight, Herb?" asked Candy. He'd decided to dispense altogether with the Daddy business. Let them treat him like a equal. It would enhance the effect all the more when they were totally his.
"Oh, a few of my buddies don't believe that you two angels exist. So, I told them that I'd just have to prove it to them. Now understand, part of what I claimed to produce is that you two will be ready willing and able, so don't let me down, all right?"
They assured him they wouldn't.
"Well, that's good. I haven't had to use the whip in a few days, and I'd just as soon leave it on the shelf, but don't you two disappoint me tonight, or I promise you, it'll come down right on top of those sweet tits of yours."
"We'll do what you want, Herb," Melissa promised him.
Herb's working buddies had been speechless when he'd driven up and walked in with two gorgeous women, their blouses opened to their waists, skirts with hemlines nearly up to their waists, and each wearing handcuffs in front of them.
"I don't believe it," said Sam. "Sonofabitch," exclaimed Harvey.
"Could have fooled me," asserted Fred Andrews, somebody over in accounts.
"Well, Herb, you do surprise me," said Harvey, standing up to shake his hand.
"Thank you gentlemen, thank you. I just want you to know that you are about to sample two of the most delightful women you'll ever want to meet. I know, because I trained them myself."
He laughed at this, and chuckles followed from the others, but clearly, after their initial shock, questions were rapidly forming in each of their minds concerning the real story behind this unexpected development.
Because the truth was, after the initial shock wore off of actually seeing Herb walk in with these two visions of beauty, the questions had rapidly formed in their minds.
Where the fuck had they come from. It was a foregone conclusion that Herb hadn't gone out and purchased them. Girls that perfect and that young would cost far too much for Herb to pay, just to score a few points with his working buddies.
It was really incredible, the more they thought about it. Never had any of them ever seen such beautiful girls, nor ones with such wanton looks in their eyes.
"Herb, old buddy, you have excellent taste."
"Well, don't just look. Go ahead and touch if you want.
Herb held his breath while Harvey walked up to Candy and spread open her blouse. Two perfectly formed breasts popped into view. Harvey seemed momentarily taken aback.
He just stared at them, disbelieving the evidence of his eyes.
Finally he turned to Herb.
"Where the hell did you find such perfect specimens?"
There was something in Candy's eyes that made Herb's blood run cold. Was she getting ready to turn on him. Had he been too hasty?
But no, she seemed to change her mind. Good. The only way he could condition them was to continually test them. And then punish them if they fell short of his expectations.
"Harvey, you'd never believe me if I told you. Just trust me, there are no federal laws at stake here, so you can feel free to indulge all you want. Like I said, don't just look. Go ahead and touch.
Harvey reached an uncertain hand out to Candy's breasts. She watched without expression, except for a small grin that kept flickering at the corners of her mouth.
Again Herb wondered what was really going through her pretty little mind.
Harvey wrapped his hands around her breasts and by the look on his face, Herb could tell that he'd become an instant believer.
"My God," he exclaimed. "I've never held such perfect titties in my life."
Sam decided he wanted in on the action and so he went over to Melissa and pulled her blouse down around her shoulders.
He and Fred both let out long low whistles of approval when they saw what waited beneath.
"I'm almost afraid to touch them I'm afraid if I do, I'll wake up." said Sam.
"Oh, trust me," said Harvey, "they're real. They're as real as you'd ever want."
By way of proof, he lowered his mouth to Candy's breasts and took one nipple between his teeth.
She closed her eyes as he began to suck and Herb again was pleased. She'd been conditioned well. She was already learning to react, no matter what form the stimulus took.
"Hey, Herb, why don't you take these handcuffs off. You don't want to restrict their movement, do you?"
"Boys, I've something better in mind."
With that, he walked over to Melissa, took her by the hand and when they were standing next to Sam's couch, he removed the handcuffs and made her lay backwards over the armrest of the sofa. Then he made her put her hands behind her back and he replaced the handcuffs.
"I'll be back in a moment."
He went into the hallway where he'd left some accessories, and returned with several lengths of rope and a whip.
Their mouths dropped at the sight of the whip.
"Hey now Herb, we don't want to go doing anything that'll get us arrested."
"No chance. Who's going to file a complaint. These ladies love it."
And indeed, there was no denying the look of hungry lust that crossed Melissa's face as soon as she'd seen the whip.
They were all quite impressed. Herb had always been a silent sort, never much on bragging about his private life. Now they could see why. He spread Melissa's legs wide, and after passing a length of rope under and around each knee, he secured the other ends to the legs of the couch. Her pussy was wide open and on full view.
"Now, gentlemen, you will see a lady whipped till she comes."
Amazed mumbles at this announcement.
"Now, don't hurt her, Herb. That looks like a pretty formidable whip."
"It is. That's the whole point."
Taking careful aim, he let the thing lose on her cunt and shrieks of pain followed instantly.
Herb's friends were shocked. "Hey, come on Herb, let's not get carried away."
"Calm down my good friends, I'm in complete control of the situation. I know exactly what I'm doing. In fact, I'll make a pact with this lady right here, that if she truly thinks that I'm applying this whip too hard, she has only to ask and I'll stop. Of course, it's understood that she and I have already gone to great lengths to determine what is and is not too hard for her sweet little cunt. Trust me gentlemen, young as she seems, she's already a seasoned veteran."
And to be sure, Melissa hadn't uttered a word of complaint. A shriek of pain, yes, but surely she was to be permitted that. But not one word of complaint passed her lips, even though Herb made it a point to apply the whip much more severely than he usually did. He wanted to impress his friends with how totally he controlled their bodies, and he was making his point.
Melissa cried and screamed and writhed about on the couch, and without a doubt came seven or eight times that they were sure of, and probably a lot more that they just couldn't tell apart. That the way women were once they got off on a tangent. You couldn't tell what hell they were doing.
Again and again Herb brought the whip down on Melissa's pussy, right onto the glistening pink slit.
She simply kept writhing and coming. Writhing and coming. Coming and writhing.
They were really enjoying the show.
"Hey, Herb, let me have a crack at it, will you?"
"Sorry Sam, can't let you. Unless you know how to use one of these things, you can really fuck up their bodies."
He never told them about the severe beatings he'd given both girls and Dorothy too the first night they'd been at his place. But even then, he'd known how to avoid leaving permanent scars.
"Aw, bullshit, I used to use one of these things all the time when I was a kid. Shit, I lived in the south. Who you trying to kid."
He yanked the whip out of Herb's hands and taking a firm grip on the handle, he swung his arm back and then propelled it forward with a vicious thrust.
The leather strap flew through the air towards its target. It landed with a loud crack.
Melissa began to scream even harder.
"Hey Sam, I said be careful. I don't want any scars."
"Hey Herb, take it easy."
Herb didn't like the change that had come over Sam, just by getting a whip in his hands. Herb would have to kill him if he did any lasting damage to either one of his girls' bodies.
But he seemed to know what he was doing. As with Herb's strokes, each time the whip cracked, it did so right above her clitoris, the loose ends of the whip ripping right across the tip of Melissa's clitoris, but not breaking the skin.
Simply driving her higher and higher.
She was squirming out of control now, straining against the ropes, pulling for all she was worth, not necessarily to get away from the whip, but because the for all she was worth, not necessarily to get away from the whip, but because the sensations were so strong, she couldn't just lie there and passively absorb them into her cunt.
She had to move, was compelled to move, to writhe, to squirm madly beneath the lash.
When Sam had had his fill, he offered the whip to Fred who declined.
"No, what I'd like is to lick one of those pussies."
Herb was exasperated.
"Boys, you don't need my permission to do everything. These ladies are here for your pleasure. They'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is want something. Then just do it. Do I make myself clear."
They were already half out of their clothes and weren't really paying very much attention to him at all.
Which was fine with Herb. It meant that this party was finally going to get off the ground.
He untied Melissa, who was still quivering from the whipping she'd just received and carried her across the room to where Candy still waited.
"All right girls, take your clothes off."
They did so at once and stood before the four men, stark naked and gorgeous.
Herb's three friends seemed to be speechless. Also breathless.
Herb could understand. He knew he'd have felt the same way if the first time he'd gazed upon their bodies they'd been docile and willing the way they were now. But even so, all the effort was worth it. For them to appear the way they did just now, any effort, almost, would have been worth it. The way Herb looked at it, it was an investment in his future.
"Well boys, the party has officially begun."
They pounced on the two girls, and for the next five hours, the six bodies were a constantly shifting mass of arms, legs, cocks and cunts.
The girls were fucked in everyone of their holes, cunt mouth and ass, so many times and in so many combinations they'd lost .count. Herb actually contented himself with just fucking each one only once, letting the other three have their fill. Why be a pig, he thought to himself. Besides, he could take them whenever he wanted. That was something that was just beginning to sink in.
He'd done it. Or at least, it looked like he'd done it. He'd managed to simply snatch the three of them right out of their own lives and plant them in his, without leaving a single clue as to what had happened.
He'd been keeping an eye on the papers and a week ago, he'd seen a reference to a mother and her two daughters being missing, and that foul play might be expected, but it had been a small article, indicating that the police considered it a small case and probably one of the thousands of unsolvable cases they get each year.
Since then, there'd been nothing. It was too good to be true. No man should be so lucky.
He calmly surveyed the scene before him.
Sam was fucking Melissa in her ass (that girl sure managed to get her ass fucked whenever she could) and Fred was fucking Candy in her pussy. Fred was feeding his cock into Candy's mouth, while at the same time he had his face buried in Melissa's pussy. Everyone was groaning and moaning and coming like crazy.
It was a fascinating scene and watching it gave Herb a great feeling of power to know that he'd orchestrated the entire affair.
And it was just starting. He looked ahead and saw years stretched out before him. Years of casual carefree fucking, years of having his every need cared for at once.
It was a nice thought. It made him feel generous. He could afford to share his girls with some of his needy friends.
Because he knew how much was left all for him, when they were done.
CHAPTER EIGHT
And so the weeks turned to months. The seasons changed, first spring, then summer, then the beauty of autumn, and finally the frigid chill of winter.
But in his townhouse, Herb was a man contented.
He had his three servant/slaves and he was happy.
Every night, he would be met at the door by one of them, his drink already mixed and chilled to the perfect temperature.
He would be led to his bedroom, there to have his clothes removed and his tired body placed in a hot tub that was also waiting for him.
Sipping his drink, he would be bathed by the softest, most delicate hands he'd ever known, hands that knew exactly how to arouse him and keep him aroused.
In fact, on nights when he stayed home, he seldom was without an erection, so adept were they at stimulating him.
Sometimes, he would simply want them to entertain him. Or perhaps he'd have two of them perform while he played with the third. Their roles always changed. At times he would watch Candy and Melissa make love to each other while he would fuck Dorothy or eat her pussy.
Other times he would make Dorothy perform with one of her daughters while he would have his fill of the other one.
They were all delicious, and at last, they were all broken to his will.
He'd experimented with different types of clothing for them to wear, and had finally decided that he enjoyed them most when they were simply wearing sheer see-through panties. And so that's what he'd insisted they wear around the house, unless company was coming over. Then, they would dress up in petite French maid outfits, complete with French accents that he'd insisted they acquire for the effect.
And they'd finally caught up with him. One day, a knock had come at the door, and after sending the three of them away to get some clothes on, he'd opened it to find himself face to face with two gentlemen who introduced themselves as detectives from the vice squad. They'd flashed badges and entered at his invitation.
"Mr. Matlock, we just have a few questions, then well be on our way. We're sorry for having to disturb you like this."
"Not at all. It's no trouble."
"Mr. Matlock, is it true that you at one time were married, and now no longer reside with your wife and children?"
"Well, yes, that's true. It's been some time since we separated."
"We understand."
The other detective took up the questioning.
"Are you aware, Mr. Matlock, that your former wife and your two daughters reside here in the city?"
Herb had given a lot of thought to just how he would answer that question when and if it should ever come up. He still wasn't sure in his mind how to proceed. Should he simply produce the women, allowing their willingness to live with him be its own testimony, or should he try to bluff it out?"
"Well, yes, I was aware of that."
"And are you aware that they've been missing for several months now?"
"Missing?" he asked.
"That's right. Missing. They just seem to have vanished without a trace. One day everything was normal, the next, they stopped going to their jobs, and simply vanished."
Herb looked at them for a long moment, was just about ready to answer them when a female voice over his shoulder broke the silence.
"There's really no problem, officer."
The two detectives looked up in surprise. There stood Dorothy, wearing one of Herb's silk bathrobes, looking beautiful. The robe was opened enough to give the detectives an ample glimpse of her breasts.
They looked back at Herb.
Before he could explain, Dorothy again spoke up.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mrs. Dorothy Matlock. Our two daughters are upstairs sleeping, but I'll be glad to awaken them if you insist."
The detectives looked at her keenly and from their notebooks produced a photograph of Dorothy which they now compared with the genuine article.
They looked perplexed.
"We don't understand, Mrs. Matlock. If you've been here all along, why the secrecy. Why did you just vanish?"
"Well, doesn't everyone have a secret wish to be able to just vanish, officer?"
"Yeah, but everyone doesn't do it without some reason. Now what gives?"
"Officer, you really don't understand. I didn't just vanish. I simply returned to my husband. There's a big difference."
"Yeah, but you just walked off and left your apartment, you didn't give any notice at your job, you didn't tell any of your friends ... now, I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense."
"Officer, there's no law that says you have to make sense. Besides, any sense that I make is purely my own business, so long as I don't break the law, isn't that right?"
"Well, there's some question about that too."
"What do you mean?" asked Herb.
"Could we see the girls, just to make certain that they're all right?"
"I don't understand, why do you need to see the girls?" asked Herb.
"Please, Mr. Matlock, we don't want this to be any more of an inconvenience than necessary, but we're just doing our job."
Herb looked over at Dorothy, counting on her to continue the act she'd started.
"They're both sleeping, aren't they dear?"
"Yes, but if the officers insist, we can take them upstairs."
And just as Dorothy had predicted, they were both sound asleep in their beds.
The lights were out, but one of the detectives looked around the room and scowled.
"I may be crazy, but this sure doesn't look like a girl's room to me. I'd be hard put to find any evidence that a girl slept here regularly at all."
Herb was getting nervous now. But Dorothy remained unshakable.
"Officer, you've really invaded our privacy enough." she said once they'd gone back out into the hall.
"Now dear," started Herb, but she took the cue and cut him off.
"Now dear, nothing. They have no right to even be here. We've already put up with more than we need to. Who do you think you are? It's not a crime for a wife to move back in with her husband, even if it is after fourteen . years, and if she wants to do it without anyone knowing about it, that's her business as well. Now, if I've broken any laws, you just come around with a specific complaint, but in the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave me alone. We don't want to be bothered. Do I make myself clear?"
Her strong tone surprised Herb. He'd seen nothing of this side of her for months.
"Mrs. Matlock, we don't want to invade your privacy. It's just that we've had some disturbing rumors...."
"What rumors!?' Herb demanded at once. "I refuse to be indicted by slander and hearsay. What rumors?"
"Reports that children were being abused here...." said one of the detectives vaguely.
"Well, you see the place. You've seen the girls. You tell me. Does it look like they've been abused?"
"Why were they taken out of school?"
"Officers, I don't think we'd like to answer any more questions." said Dorothy.
"Mrs. Matlock, it would be a lot easier for you if you cooperated with us."
"Cooperated!?" she'd screamed, incredulously. "What do you mean? What have we done that's wrong, that we need to cooperate with you at all?"
As much as they hated to admit it, that was the one question that the detectives had no answer for, and at last they'd consented to leave.
"They'll be back," said Dorothy. "You were great," he told her. She looked at him.
"Would you believe that I don't even know why?"
Herb walked over to her.
"No, I wouldn't believe it for a minute. You kriow exactly why, don't you?"
He'd held her face in-his hands and forced her to look him straight in the eyes.
Finally, her eyes looked downward.
"Yes," she said at last, almost reluctantly. "I know. I can't leave. She looked him in the eye.
"I might wish that I wanted to leave, but I know that I don't. I'm happy here. Don't ask me why, because I don't know."
"That's all right," he said, giving her an affectionate kiss, "I know why."
She kissed him back and pressed her breasts into his body.
"What will we do if they come back?"
"Well, well need to make things look a little more authentic. But I don't think they'll really give us any problems. I mean, we've been taking care of your bills, and your rent was already paid up for the year. Let 'em rot, the bastards. They wouldn't understand anyway."
They'd kissed again, and then, because it seemed to be the most natural thing they could have done, he'd taken her clothes off and followed by taking his own off, then laying her across his couch and fucking her senseless.
The noise of her orgasm signaled the two girls upstairs that everything must be all right again, and they came creeping down the stairs to see what was going on.
"Well, would you look at this," said Candy sarcastically to Melissa, "looks like we're being excluded."
"Yeah. I don't know if I like that or not."
"I guess well just have to invite ourselves. What do you think?"
"Can't see any other way for it."
And so Candy and Melissa had jumped onto the couch with their parents, and one of the normal orgies had begun again.
These things were becoming quite common. Sometimes, Herb would invite a couple of friends, but after the visit from the police, he'd decided that that would be something that he could stop without any negative effects at all.
But the roles of master and slave were becoming blurred just a little. For one thing, the three women were no longer unwilling captives, but served their master gladly.
And as Herb was becoming all too aware, his feelings towards them were growing more and more complex. He wasn't sure just where it had happened, but somewhere along the line, the relationship between them had shifted almost to a partnership of equals.
Now that was a pretty sorry state for someone who had wanted three slobbering sex slaves, and to be sure, they were still exactly that.
Except that he had actually started to care about them. And they in turn cared about him.
A strange situation.
But one that seemed to be mutually pleasureable for all involved.
So who's to say what was weird and what wasn't?
CHAPTER NINE
No one paid them the slightest attention as they walked through the airport to claim their luggage.
Why should they? Just another of the thousands of families arriving here to spend a few weeks in the sun and fun of their own private island, away from all the hustle and bustle of civilization.
A man, his wife and two daughters.
But there was something strange nonetheless, that someone who'd spent a few minutes watching them would have picked up on right away.
But, no one did, and so no one noticed the way the three women had almost no reactions of their own, simply deferred to the man's judgment in all cases. They walked behind him, stood politely off to the side, and didn't move until he signaled for them to do so.
In fact, it was almost as though they were his servants ... no, slaves was the word that came to mind. A complete submerging of their own personalities in favor of his own. That's how it looked.
The cab driver who took them from the airport noticed it, the way they held the door for them, and then waited until he beckoned before getting into the cab with him.
The hotel clerk noticed it briefly but thought nothing more of it.
The bell hop would have noticed it, but he was too busy noticing Candy and Melissa's breasts to think of much of anything else.
One thing he did notice however, was the way his cheek kept stinging from where Candy had slapped him when he'd innocently suggested that they get together for a drink after he got off duty.
And no tip on top of it!
But once they were in their room there was nobody to notice them.
And that's the way Herb wanted it.
He wanted to enjoy his women in privacy, and privacy was something that was becoming harder and harder to find .
He'd about had it with nosey neighbors who kept wondering what the sounds of screaming and moaning and groaning late at night were all about.
He'd gotten tired of persistent detectives who wouldn't leave them alone, despite the fact that there wasn't one shred of evidence they could dig up that hinted at any kind of wrong doing.
He'd gotten tired of all of it.
So they'd decided to get away.
Or rather, he'd decided to get away, and they came with him, because it was what he wanted.
For they were still his slaves, even though a bond of affection had grown between all four of them.
The three women had ceased to exist in their other lives. They existed for him now, and they would for as long as he chose to keep them. Of that he was certain. They'd grown accustomed to his authority, his discipline, and like little children, really didn't want to be freed of it. It was comforting not to have to be responsible for your own life, and he'd taken over responsibility for all of them now.
It was working out just fine.
Except that people always grew curious.
For example, when Candy and Melissa appeared by the pool, certain red stripes across their thighs had caused people to comment.
That's when he'd had to remind them that much of what they now took for granted was still considered bizarre and strange by the rest of the world and they were to exercise caution and discretion before venturing out into public.
"Well, does that mean we can't go swimming?" asked Candy.
"No," Herb replied, "but it does mean that we'll have to rent you a private beach. Which is what I planned on doing anyway. There's are some really great islands in the area and some of them are available. An entire island to ourselves. How's that sound?"
They'd all squealed with delight, and so two days later found them in a rented boat, making their way towards their rented island.
Once there, it was like the Garden of Eden: All four of them immediately shed their clothes and kept them off for the entire time that they were there.
The girls bodies grew sleek and tanned. Perfect all over tans that would have been the envy of anyone back home.
Dorothy even looked years younger, running naked along the sand, dashing in and out among the waves, playing like a child.
But the things that Herb remembered best, were when they tended to him.
When everything else was put aside and they focused purely on him, his body, his needs.
They had become quite expert at taking care of him. They knew exactly what his body desired.
"Come here," Candy commanded with her soft voice.
They'd just finished swimming, and as Herb had come out of the-water, Candy had seen that he already had an erection.
As he came up to her, he felt hands running over his body from behind him, hands that gracefully ran along his back and ass, down between his legs, to play with his balls, and stroke his already hard cock till it grew even stiffer.
"Well, look at this, would you," said Dorothy, walking up and noticing her two daughters working on Herb.
"Mind if I join you?"
"What do you think?" asked Herb, a dreamy look on his face.
Soon, they were all over him.
Candy had his balls in her mouth, Melissa was poking a finger up his ass while she licked the head of his cock, and Dorothy straddled his face to let him lick her pussy, knowing that turned him on as much as it turned her on.
He let his tongue run up and down through the entire length of her pussy, up to her clit, back down between her legs, almost to the crack of her ass, then back up again, pausing to let it sink deeply into her cunt hole, then back to work her clit over some more.
She came almost at once, which also turned him on. He loved to feel her legs as they tightened around his head, to feel the dripping juice of her cunt spreading all over his face.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried to the wind and the cloudless sky and she came some more.
He reached down and began to play with Melissa's cunt with one hand and with the other he started to finger Candy, still keeping his tongue working on Dorothy's pussy.
He felt Candy's teeth as they scraped over his prick, her lips as they kissed him, her mouth as she sucked him.
Melissa ran her tongue all over his balls, up into his asshole and back down to his balls again.
When she ran her tongue into his asshole, he let out a small groan, and so she returned to the tiny puckered ring of muscle and continued to work on it, pushing her tongue deeply in and out of his asshole.
He was really starting to get into it by now, really going crazy from the feeling of her tongue licking his asshole, and so he could only respond by working over the three cunts his had in his possession even harder than he had been doing already.
He could hear the sounds of women rising towards orgasm and knowing that he was responsible, and that he was bringing off three women at once made his cock throb even harder.
Deeper and deeper he plunged his tongue into Dorothy's cunt.
Harder and harder he churned the juices that bathed his fingers.
And as their cries increased, so did his own arousal.
Higher and higher.
Candy's mouth was alive now, forcing more and more feeling out of his balls and cock. Up and down on him, up and down. Faster and faster.
Dorothy moved down to help Candy, and Melissa place her pussy instead on Herb's face.
He welcomed the new pussy gladly.
He sent his tongue on a grand tour of the entire cunt, including her slick thighs and ass and pubic hair. He couldn't get enough of her.
More and more.
Deeper and deeper, until he heard her start to moan and cry from the rising pressure of a mounting orgasm inside her.
At the same time that his balls were filling to overflowing.
He felt them seem to swell, felt the tingle turn to one long continuous current of sensation, and then there were the violent contractions of his muscle at the base of his cock, shooting his jism out in a fine spray all over Dorothy and Candy's faces.
They laughed as he spurted more and more cum all over them.
Then, each one licked the stuff off the other's face and swallowed the entire load.
But Herb's prick was still stiff, still ripe for more coming, and they went right back to work.
"Wait a minute," said Candy.
"What's the problem?" asked Dorothy.
"I think it's time he got this thing inside a cunt, don't you?"
"Well, I guess so," she replied. "I suppose you had yours in mind?"
"You guessed it." she said with a devilish grin.
"Maybe we could trade off," suggested Dorothy.
"Hey, what about me?" asked Melissa, not wanting to be left out when they were talking about stuffing their cunts with Herb's cock.
"You'll get your turn. Right now, you're doing OK where you are." said Dorothy.
She was right too. Melissa was going through one orgasm after another at the insistence of Herb's tongue which wouldn't stay away from her clit.
"Oh, that feels so goooood...." moaned Melissa.
"I certainly hope so," Herb replied.
"Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, and Herb couldn't refuse her. She just tasted too damn good for him to want to stop.
He felt the lips of Candy's cunt begin to push against the head of his prick.
She was so soft!
So wet!
So pliant!
It always amazed him how delicious these three cunts were, even after getting to know them as well as he had.
Her pussy began to spread down over his cock.
He felt the lips open, felt the head of his prick as it began its' long journey into the depths of her body, felt it push through her cunt hole and press finally against the very back wall, pushing against the elastic feeling membrane until she moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, you're so big, I'm never ready for how big you are," she gasped.
"Come on," said Dorothy, "I want my turn."
"And me. Don't forget me," piped up Melissa.
"Well, all of you all can wait, because I'm riding this cock right now, and I'm gonna keep riding it till it makes me come."
"Which shouldn't be too long, if I know you, ' said Dorothy.
"Just you be patient," ordered Candy.
Herb was hardly aware of their conversation. He really didn't care whose cunt was wrapped around his cock, just so long as every time he got hard, there was a cunt for him to fuck.
And there was too.
He still was half amazed by the fact that everything had worked out for him so much beyond his wildest dreams.
Everything!
They all three loved him, craved him, and were willing to serve him, even to fight among themselves for the privilege.
Who could have asked for more?
He was all the way inside Candy again, then she rose up, letting his cock slip almost all the way out of her.
She fell back on him, raised her up again, then fell back once more.
She kept this up for a few minutes, then started to go faster, faster, pushing herself towards orgasm.
Herb had just finished shooting his load all over Dorothy and Candy's faces, so he wasn't in any big hurry to come again, which was just as well, because it was starting to sound like he was going to have to service all three of them.
"Easy now," he cautioned, " don't make me waste everything on you."
"Well, I like that," said Candy, pretending to be indignant.
But she knew he was kidding, and she also knew that he could go forever if he wanted to.
He'd already proven it far more times than she could remember.
Today would be no exception.
She'd fuck him till he drove her to a wild orgasm, then with his cock still hard and throbbing, he'd fuck Dorothy and after he'd pushed her over the edge Melissa would get her turn, and if she was lucky, Candy might even get another shot at that magic cock.
She didn't even stop to consider how far she'd come since that first day when he'd ridden with her in the taxi cab and she hadn't even known who he was.
Such thoughts were beyond her.
She thought only about the cock she'd been trained to crave.
The cock ripping in and out of her cunt as she rose up and down on it, the cock that was fucking her, driving her to orgasm after orgasm.
The cock she was ready to serve the rest of her life, if necessary.
She could think of worse ways to spend your life.
Yes, as the first waves of orgasm began to rush out of her cunt, she thought only of how good it felt, of how much she wanted it to continue, of how she never wanted it to end.
And with any luck, it wouldn't.
EPILOGUE
It would be nice if we could tell you that Herb and his harem of devoted slaves managed to spend the rest of their lives in this idyllic fashion.
Alas, it is far from the truth to say they did. Oh, it's true, for awhile, nothing went wrong.
Herb's job paid enough to finance pleasure junkets all over the world, and everywhere he went, of course the three lovely ladies went with him.
In certain circles, darker circles, where discretion is the norm, he still nonetheless built a sort of reputation for himself.
He would appear in one of the famous clubs on the continent, perhaps at the large gambling casinos, followed by the three devoted ladies, all stunningly dressed, all with their perfect breasts on full display, or as fully as they could get away with and still be legal. Still, when one pushed money around with the carefree abandon that signified Herb's wealth, one found that there was more or less an open definition attached to the concept of what one could get away with.
The places he preferred were ... how to say it ... tolerant.
He could do pretty much whatever he pleased.
One story tells of the time they were sighted in Greece. An island had been rented for two weeks. Strict instructions had been given. No one, absolutely no one was to be allowed near.
And open invitation for the curious.
The pictures taken through telephoto lenses mounted on helicopters, boats, nearby islands were infamous, and although no major media outlets would touch them, they found their way into a variety of publications not so tightly restricted in the type of material they were willing to publish.
The most famous, or perhaps we should say, infamous, showed Herb, his back to the camera, with Dorothy on her knees giving him head. He, meanwhile, was whipping Melissa, who in turn was whipping Candy who was bound to a post buried in the sand.
But the most notorious were a series of pictures take by an unknown photographer who had actually managed to sneak onto the island one night, creep up to the house and get his pictures through the window.
There they were, Candy and Melissa in living color, one chained by her feet, hanging upside down with her face buried in the other's crotch. With Herb whipping them both gleefully. Dorothy was hanging from a chain fastened to a hook in one wall, looking like she'd just been beaten into unconsciousness.
They had become legendary.
After publication in a magazine that had a national reputation, albeit a sleazy one, Herb found that his life started to turn more complicated again.
He found a note waiting for him when he returned from one of his trips with the girls.
"MR. MATLOCK. WOULD LIKE TO GET TOGETHER SOON. THERE'S A FEW QUESTIONS I'D BE REAL INTERESTED IN ASKING YOU."
It was signed by the detective who had visited them once before.
He blanched inwardly, but kept up a smooth facade for the girls.
"Not a thing to worry about," he assured them.
But, actually, there was much more to worry about.
In fact, everything to worry about. Because Candy and Melissa were becoming restless. He'd noticed it on the last trip to the islands. They no longer endured his whippings with pleasure. There was a sullen air about them now, which made Herb wonder if his conditioning could be made to stick for long periods of time.
They talked more openly of the days before the great change, as he'd taken to calling it, although Candy called it the great brainwashing.
Which, he had to admit, it was.
That was exactly what he'd done to them.
He'd taken individual minds, and in a torrent of pain, shock, and anger, he had broken them down to mere existing beings with no sense of individuality personality or free will. It's not as though he'd made them change their ways of behaving so much as he made them forget how they had been.
And in the aftermath of the torture and abuse, a perverse bond of sorts had been formed between them, one which lasted far longer than he'd have predicted before his experiment started.
But now, he could see it beginning to unravel.
Except with Dorothy.
She still worshiped him, served his every want, craved his cock and his whip.
And he still gave it to her.
But the girls worried him. There was no telling what they'd do if they ever decided to break away completely. Or, (and this really gave him nightmares,) if they managed to pull Dorothy away from him too.
No, there was getting to be a real problem, and he had just begun coming to terms with the scope of it, when the pictures had hit.
Of course, he was no international celebrity, reputation in certain corners or not, and there was no identification given in the photographs.
Still, the scene in the house on the island was perfectly clear in its identification of all four of them, providing someone would recognize them.
Of course, the one thing they had going for them was that few people who might have recognized them read the magazine that published the pictures in the first place.
Herb himself went almost two months before he learned that the pictures were even in there.
"Hey, Herb old buddy," called out Harvey one day at work.
"What's up, Harv," he asked genially.
"Looks like I should be asking you that question. Of course, I'd just bet I already knew what's up with you."
He smirked and shoved a magazine in front of Herb's face.
"Look familiar, ole buddy?"
Herb felt sick. He knew exactly how familiar it looked. He was stunned.
"I don't understand," he muttered. "There must have been some kind of mistake."
"Yeah, I'd say so. The mistake was in you letting this fucking picture to be taken in the first place."
"I don't understand. I've never seen any of these people in my life."
"Oh, cut the shit Herb. Those are the two twats we all fucked and you know it."
"Look, Harv, keep this under your hat, will you?"
"Sure, but you ought to tell Henry down in the mail room. He's the one who told me, and that was in a large crowd."
Herb felt sicker.
That's when he decided to split for one last trip out, although he didn't know it would be their last.
When he got back, he found the note from the detective.
Sad to say. Herb was found out, and now spends his days pacing a padded cell, far from public scrutiny and public harm.
The story outraged the country.
The girls and their mother were on every talk show in the country.
They wrote a book.
A movie was made of their ordeal.
And now?
Well, face it, they had been pretty uniquely conditioned for certain types of fetishes.
Let's just say they learned fast how to turn that training to big bucks fast.
And their establishment is considered by one and all to be one of the most tasteful of its kind anywhere.
If you ever feel in need of a ... peculiar kind of release, a more aggressive kind .of release, you might give them a try.
One thing's for certain. You'll never wear them out.
They may wear you out though. In fact, it's almost a certainty that you'll find yourself worn out, no matter which side of the fetish you wind up on. You see, they didn't just learn how to be submissive from Herb.
Parents always provide the most powerful role model for their children to follow, isn't that right?
Well, Candy and Melissa copied their daddy's technique till they had it down cold.
Depending on what your pleasure is, they'll provide you with willing bodies for as long as you (or your wallet) can hold out.
But if you should find your way to that garden of delights and velvet horror while you let your eyes gaze on those bodies, those perfectly sculpted female forms, consider this.
At that very moment, there lurks a monster. A monster caged and kept from the public's view, but a monster nonetheless.
And each day, his mind slips further and further from the bounds of what we call sanity.
So crazy, he's learned to hide it.
So crazy, so totally crazy, it would never occur to a review board that anyone could be that crazy and still talk in meaningful sentences and keep an upright posture.
Crazy enough to one day gain his freedom.
Consider the result of bringing years and years of seething hatred, of emotional torment boiling up into a vicious froth, finally unleashed against those delightful breasts you see jiggling beneath the whips, consider, and then enjoy the view while you can.
