Masochists have families just as straight people do. Phillip Amberson had two sons and three daughters by his first wife, a rather old fashioned woman in the sense that she was straight as contrasted to the kinkiness of Phillip and his friends. She hardly ever whipped him even when he pleaded for it and could never bring herself to the disgusting act of pissing in his mouth.
Three years after her death in an auto accident Phillip met Catherine Dare working as a whipping whore in one of those notorious California massage parlors. Catherine was far from an ordinary hooker, for she literally ran the place although ostensibly one of the girls employed there. The actual owner of the establishment as well as the entire staff spent a good part of their free time licking slavishly Catherine's feet, ass and cunt. All bore the marks of Catherine's whips and devices upon their bodies. Catherine's list of special customers included the wealthy and the famous. Catherine took in more profit than the boss who groveled at her regal feet.
Catherine gave this up for the pleasure of dominating and possessing Phillip and his family. Within six months of the marriage Catherine had broken her new stepchildren to her will and progressed quite rapidly in molding them into the roles she desired. This was not as difficult as she had first imagined, for all the Phillip children were predisposed to sado-masochism and quite kinky and freaky in many ways even before the commencement of her training program.
Her birthday was the crowning ceremony of her campaign of conquest. The games and humiliations she forced the children and her husband through on that day proved beyond any shadow of a doubt her total domination and their total will-less obedience.
A dozen young studs who served as strong arm bouncers and pimps at massage parlors and whore houses were on hand for the slavy orgy and to lend their assistance.
The 'birthday party' began early that morning. The three girls; Julie, a 16-year-old redhead with outsize tits; Tracy, a somewhat shy but far from innocent 19-year-old blonde, and Yvonne a 20-year old girl with short page boy blonde locks, were dragged into the loving room, bound and stripped naked by the whooping strong-arm boys. They were soon followed by their father and two brothers, John and Allen, 13 and 15 and almost as beautiful as the girls. The three males had also been roughly stripped and bound by Catherine's assistants.
"WH-what is this Catherine?" gulped the terrified Phillip, not too nonplussed to remember the proper tone of deference and humility in his voice.
"Silence little man," commanded his dominant spouse, lashing him across the chest with her ever present riding crop. "And the rest of you freaks can quit your yelping too," she added. This instantly silenced the crying and squealing that the children had been giving vent to. As much as they were in terror of what was transpiring, they were even more fearful of arousing the wrath of Catherine.
"What we have here my loving family is nothing more sinister than my birthday party. I'm sure you were prepared to celebrate my birthday tonight in a manner befitting my station as the head of this family. However, I have my own groovy notions on entertainment and so I am throwing this party for you rather than forcing you to go to the trouble of throwing a party for me. Never let it be said that I am inconsiderate. Among other things that would be a sure way of losing the skin off your asses." Catherine's explanation served to confirm the worse suspicions of her family rather than allay their fears.
For a start the three girls were lined up against a wall and forced to put on a sex show for the young guys Catherine had brought to her party. Julie, Tracy, and Yvonne were forced to masturbate themselves before their jeering audience and in front of the totally disgraced and degraded male Ambersons. The winner would have her cunt and ass sucked by any two of the studs she chose. The losers would be forced to suck five cocks apiece and have their asses whipped cruelly by Catherine on top of this degradation.
Frantically the girls stroked and fingered their attractive pussies. The boys were close to them, cheering them on reaching out to touch their thighs and breasts but not giving any aid. One boy with shoulder length golden hair was so close to Julie that she could feel his breath on her cunt lips, and perhaps this added a perverse inspiration that spurred her on to victory. For the sex juices flowed from the lips of her cunt seconds before her sisters achieved their orgasms. The three girls, fingers up their gaping vaginas, moaned and panted with passion and fear. But Julie was clearly the fortunate winner, and would not suffer the fate of the losers.
Strong arms forced the two elder girls to their knees. Catherine's whip lashed across Yvonne's ample breasts and Tracy's soft ass. The biggest of the young hoods twisted Yvonne's short gold curls in his fingers and thrust his hard erect tool into her not too eager mouth. Tracy gagged at the fleshy strong tasting cock thrusting deep into her mouth back to the wall of her throat. But she mastered her nausea and set to sucking with a resignation that she had adapted in recent months. The hood worked his practiced tool about in Yvonne's mouth, noticing that she was not unskilled and inexperienced in cock sucking. Yvonne worked her mouth very quickly and softly, lapping with fluting lips and counter-stroking with her thin supple tongue. The boy came very quickly, filling her mouth with a thick web of salty sea tasting cum. Sperm sloshed down her throat and ran in slow drippings down her chin.
Even as this transpired Tracy was working on her first cock, a short stumpy model but well versed in the desires of mouth pleasure. The entire length seemed to bury itself in her mouth at times. There was an unwashed smell about it that added a bit of pleasure to it for Tracy, for she had a preference for untidy sex. A thick mat of belly hair tickling her face as she sucked in close soon had her in a balling wild ass party mood. Tracy worked with a real pleasure and determination as her man spurted in thick gobs down her throat.
The winner, Julie, was undergoing a quite different treatment. The two boys she had chosen, a muscleman type with long curly hair and a short redheaded boy who somewhat resembled Julie herself, were on their knees reaming and rimming her. The redheaded boy licked her ass while the muscleman sucked her cunt. They worked together at the hot moist hairy area between her cunt and asshole, their tongues licking together at times. The strong hands of the muscle boy squeezed and milked Julie's hot tits, his tongue lapped into the hot sweet juices jetting and sliding out of her. He filled his mouth with the lips of her snatch, sucking long and hard, then ran his tongue along the inner wall of her cunt mouthing up gobs of juice gathered there. The tongue moving madly in and out of her ass and between the cheeks of her buttocks in rhythm with this drove Julie wild with joy. She knew that regardless of the agonies and humiliations heaped upon her under the cruel hand of her stepmother that it was well worth it to receive such pleasures.
As all this occurred the three Amberson males could not tear their eyes from the wild spectacle, even though it was occurring to Julie, Yvonne, and Tracy. Their cocks were hard and erect, and Catherine did not miss this quite evident arousal or let it slip by. Standing between Allen and John and jerked them off, reveling in the smooth young texture of their boyish tools. They were well hung into the bargain but the youthfulness of their organs was what Catherine found so fascinating. Their father looked on with a resigned and passive acceptance, plus a mounting excitement that overcame his feelings of revulsion. Phillip knew that Catherine would literally mold the Amberson household any way she chose and do with them all as she pleased and when she pleased.
Meanwhile the blowjob lines being serviced by the two elder girls moved merrily along. Yvonne and Tracy had ribbons of come running down their sweat sheened throats and tits. The long hard cocks worked and rammed hard in their sore mouths. The girls collapsed wearily on their backs as the last two hoods finally finished the blowjob punishment, although by this time Tracy was quite plainly enjoying the activity.
Now it was time for their whippings, and despite their frantic pleas for mercy Catherine had no intention of foregoing this pleasure. Wiping her sperm covered hands clean in the hair of one of the hoods she selected a long slender cane for the punishment session.
It was Yvonne's turn first. "No, n-noo don't� please Mother, I beg of you, don't whip me."
A few sharp slaps across her sweaty tear-streaked face soon silenced her. There was no mercy to be expected, and begging for the unattainable was merely a waste of breath. Yvonne bravely steadied herself and waited for it to begin. The whipping began. Yvonne felt as if her whole being was on fire as Catherine laid the whip first crosswise and then lengthwise on her quivering ass. The intervals between strokes were short but seemed eternal, and yet every blow came all too soon.
Yvonne's bottom was cross Xed with fiery red welts which did not break the skin but would throb for hours. Two of Catherine's muscular helpers had to hold the screaming girl down.
Catherine had soundproofed the living room so that the activities that took place in it would never attract the unwelcome inquiries of the neighbors. Thus each victim could scream if so inclined in the knowledge that help would not be forthcoming regardless of noise or silence. Catherine continued to lay on to the spasming ass cheeks until the full 50 lashes had been doled out. Yvonne was a battered sweat sheened mass of pain and suffering when Catherine was finished with her.
Tracy vowed to endure in silence in the hope that it would deprive her stepmother of a measure of the pleasure she was receiving. She glared with rage at her tall regal domineering stepmother, wishing that she could tear out Catherine's waist length growth of shiny black hair. Catherine stared back at her coolly and tapped her cane against the lips of Tracy's cunt. Two boys held the spirited blonde down. One was the boy Tracy had given her best blowjob too and he squeezed Tracy's tits in a not unfriendly way. Catherine gave him a cut across the ass for acting on his initiative without instructions or permission.
Tracy's whipping began. Discerning her desire to endure in silence, Catherine laid on a dozen rapid fire blows as fast as she could, all striking the same spot. Tracy screamed as Catherine tore open a welt along the entire length of her left ass cheek, and whipped the bloodied welt. Catherine then finished her stepdaughter in orthodox style, making a web pattern of welts across both cheeks and not further tearing the soft skin.
The two girls were then held forcibly down on spiked chairs, the blunt hard knobs inflicting further grievous agony upon their welted asses. It took the strength of several boys to hold them down against the spikes as they threshed about in paroxysms of pain.
Julie could not stand by and watch the torture of her sisters any further without trying to help. She threw herself on the broad muscular back of one of the hoods holding Yvonne and clawed his chest with her long nails. The boy screamed in pain and threw Julie off him as if she were a doll. Julie bounced off the wall and lay stunned on the floor. The enraged young hood, a strong arm bouncer for a blow job massage parlor, would have leaped upon her in a murderous frenzy, but Catherine dropped him cold with a brutal kick to the groin with the authority of a metal tipped leather boot adding to the force of the blow.
Catherine lifted Julie up under her arms and patted her affectionately on the ass.
"You mustn't become upset over trivial matters of discipline my little darling," she chided in a mocking voice. "You don't want to be a spoilsport and ruin all the groovy fun, do you?"
In a trice poor Julie was struggling futilely as Catherine threw the young girl across her lap and began to whip her ass with, a leather thronged quirt. Her brutal gang whooped it up and cheered her on to greater efforts. Catherine flogged with a mad abandonment, her eyes wild and terrible with the sadistic lust to punish and inflict pain. Again and again the whip descended upon the hysterically screaming Julie's bloodied bottom, splashing drops of blood freely with every blow into the red webbed pattern that covered her behind. Julie threshed and writhed with all her might, but strong sweaty hands helped Catherine hold her fast.
Catherine threw her stepdaughter to the floor and leaped upon the girl's back. Julie was stunned and weakened by the bloody beating she had received. In a shocking and sickening display of savagery Catherine actually licked and sucked the bleeding welted ass of her tortured stepdaughter. Wolfish growls rose in her throat. Her eyes blazed like a mad animal's and a sheen of sweat outlined every curve of her magnificent body. Stunned by the inhuman behavior of the cruel dominatree everyone in the room fell silent. Even Julie's suffering sisters ceased their screaming in sheer shock at the unbelievable horror. The boys holding them slackened their grips while hardly realizing it.
Her mouth bloody and her eyes blazing, Catherine rolled off her stepdaughter and went into an uncontrollable writhing fit on the floor. Over and over she rolled, hands buried in her hot juice jetting pussy, coming over and over again. Every one watched the incredible spectacle in amazed silence. Julie sobbed silently into the crook of her arm, face buried in the floor, shaking as if in high fever.
Catherine slowly came back to herself. She lay for a time quiet and peaceful, slowly returning to a state of control At length she gestured to two of her hoods to help her to stand. As if nothing unusual had happened Catherine continued with the party.
Her birthday cake was brought out. Serving as candles in the cake were reefers of first rate pot, the best shit going in California. The "candles" were lit and handed around. The Ambersons were also required to smoke. A tall boy with tattoos had to hold Julie's stick to her mouth for her as the poor child was still too dazed and battered to even hold a joint. The Ambersons were almost relieved at this point, hoping that the party would continue along this more pleasant line. The children were all users of pot, and even Phillip had smoked it on many occasions.
Under the balming influence the savagery abated for a time. The Ambersons were scattered about the room smoking and grooving with Catherine's birthday guests. Two or three of the youthful toughs attached themselves to each of the Amber-son children. Fingers moved gently in wetted cunts, explored the tightnesses of puckered assholes, jiggled balls and cocks. A cock was thrust up John's ass while he sucked another casually between puffs of pot. Allen jerked two boys while a third sucked his balls. The girls were lazily fucking and sucking and smoking.
Catherine led her husband out of the living room into the kitchen. Phillip had a vague glassy look in his eyes. Strong pot hit him that way. Catherine had added a few grains of something extra to Phillips's joint. His head was light and floating easy and loose. He was ready to drift off to something soft and wild.
Catherine laid her swaying husband out on the kitchen table. His eyes were very cloudy and he was only intermittently aware of what was transpiring. Catherine licked gently at Phillip's balls with the tip of her tongue. She slowly moistened the tightening sac with slow circular spiraling licks. Phillip sighed deep in his throat with pleasure. He was hardly aware of what was happening but knew that it was enjoyable. He let himself drift with it and the sweet pull of his stick which he still puffed scarcely aware that the butt was searing his fingers. He fell off asleep with Catherine sucking gently at his cock. Catherine finished the blow job as her husband slept. She swallowed down every spurting drop without even leaving the residue of the taste in her mouth. Catherine was a master cocksucker and could neatly drink down a man's load as he came in her mouth, pulling the head as it spurted deep into her mouth and taking the full spray far back in her throat. She considered it an art akin to swallowing a sword, only more pleasant and profitable as she had used it. Few women could perform such a throat fucking without choking themselves on their lover's cock.
Catherine left Phillip flaked out on the kitchen table and rejoined the party. Her hoods were busily fucking and sucking away at the Ambersons. Their savage instincts were rising once more. Whips and straps were being used in the love play. The stepchildren once more were finding themselves undergoing a round of brutality.
Catherine lined the children up against a wall and ordered them to kneel. They were forced to ream and rim the entire vicious crew of hoods once more. Catherine amused herself flicking the asses of the youths with a blacksnake whip as they were being sucked by her stepchildren.
The day slipped by quickly in this fashion. Catherine bedded down her stepchildren with the hoods and set up her closed circuit TV equipment to record the action for viewing on boring afternoons.
Allen was tied to his brother John, each boys arms bound to the others legs and both of them belly down so that Allen's face was against his brother's welted ass. In this position he could be forced to intermittently suck and lick the cocks that were screwing John's ass as his own tender bottom was being subjected to the same treatment. The girls were spreadeagled to their beds with three lusty young studs apiece to see that they were not lonely or unattended through the long night.
Phillip was hung by his wrists from a pulley installed in his bedroom and forced to watch the various atrocities and rapes being perpetrated upon his children on the closed circuit TV. Catherine stood by torturing and teasing him, selecting the action her husband was compelled to view. Phillip had suffered before but this inhuman torment of witnessing the degradation of his own children on TV was almost beyond endurance.
Phillip threshed futilely in his bonds. He began to curse and threaten. Catherine merely laughed at him.
"You fucking rotten sadistic scummy bitch," Phillip lost all control as his rage overcame his caution. "I'll get you for this. I'll have you locked away for life in a madhouse where you belong you sick whore."
Phillip got no further as Catherine's whip lashed across his chest.
"Shut up you slave bastard," she roared." You're poor innocent little darlings are having the time of their lives. There isn't one of them that hasn't been smoking pot, popping pills, and using hash since the age of thirteen. Yvonne is known as 'Easy Yvonne' in the crummy college you send her to for her habit of going down on anyone who has enough brains and dexterity to be able to open his fly. And if she finds an idiot who can't, or a double arm amputee, why she's only too happy to open it for him. And Julie... "
"You're a goddam lair!", roared Phillip, forgetting the whip once more.
Catherine gave her screaming husband a good dozen lashes across his well marked back. Phillip moaned and hung pathetically in his bonds.
"That's better, honey. When I want an opinion or a lecture out of you I'll ask you for it. Your tongue is in your mouth mainly for the purpose of licking my slit and ass, and whatever else I might want serviced. If you speak out of line once more or call me any more names I'll simply have to wash your mouth out with something. And believe me, babe, it won't be soap that I'll use."
Phillip shuddered in revulsion at the thought of Catherine filling his mouth with shit or piss.
Catherine smiled in that mocking way of hers as if she were doing something pleasant and enjoyable for her victim.
"Now if you've settled down like a good boy, we can watch the children on the telly again. They were having a real ball the last time we tuned in, weren't they? Let's try little Julie and see how her new friends are playing nicely with her. I didn't introduce any of my guests to you, did I darling. That was so rude of me, but my birthday party got off to such a fast start that I completely forgot the formalities. Well the one with his cock in Julie's delicious little pussy is Danny, I believe. The camera isn't bearing on him too well, and one of them does pretty much look like another, don't you agree. All muscle and long hair plus long everything."
Despite his sickened feelings Phillip found himself unable to tear his eyes from the camera. Julie seemed to be enjoying the rape being perpetrated upon her. As Danny thrust deep and slow into her kneeling between her outstretched thighs Ray timed his slow cock rolling motions in Julie's mouth in rhythm with Danny. As Danny shoved into the girl's wet cunt Ray pushed deep into her mouth. Julie rolled her hips as she squeezed her clit on the in strokes and tongued the underside of Ray's cock while doing so. As the two cocks withdrew from their penetrations she let her cunt and mouth go slack. The boys began to thrust faster and harder. Julie ran her hands feverishly over Ray's ass as she sucked him. Ray reached out and took her large beautiful tits with the full pink nipples. He squeezed and pulled them, rolled the white mounds together and ground them cruelly against one another. Danny lifted Julie's legs up under the knees and penetrated still deeper into her as her cunt rose up. Julie pulled at her pussy with her hands to stretch out wider for him, kneaded her own vaginal lips and clitoris as her thick sex juice bubbled out of her throbbing cunt. A full wild and heavy feeling filled every part of her body. Ray's cock stiffened in orgasmic tension and then the hot spurts came in her eager mouth. Almost simultaneously Danny's hard erection shot its load into her heated cunt. Julie went into a convulsive orgasm. Her arms and legs writhed, she went rigid and foamed at the mouth. Saliva and come bubbled thickly out of her mouth.
Catherine turned off the closed circuit receiver.
"Phillip baby, we've had enough TV for one night. If I let you watch television at night I'll spoil you, you'll become one of those poor pitiful husbands more interested in watching the TV set than performing his husbandly functions. You wouldn't want to lose interest in performing yourrrr husbannndly fffunctions, would you?"
Catherine ran a teasing hand along her victim's sweaty chest. Her long nails traveled over the broad expanse of his torso, flicked lightly at his pubic hairs, teased at the growing tension of his balls. "See Phillip, you are becoming excited again. Whatever I do to you or for you, never forget that I own you in every possible way. Whatever I desire you will do for me, whatever I ask of you will be instantly fulfilled. For without me Phillip, you would have to find some other nice young lady to whip you and enslave you and reduce you to the subservient state of helplessness you desire to be in more than anything else in all the world. You are a slave Phillip, a born slave. Never forget that. Your tongue was placed in your mouth to serve with, your back was constructed strong to bear the sting of the whip. Slave, baby. That's all you are and ever can be. So enjoy a slave's delights."
Catherine released her slave husband. Phillip crumbled to the floor whimpering with despair and humiliation. Catherine gave him a few minutes to recover the circulation in his cramped limbs and then extended a booted foot toward him.
Phillip crawled to his mistress in the manner she had trained him to follow with many a whipping. He kissed the shiny leather point of her extended boot. He licked the black leather in slow measured swirling swipes. Catherine flicked him across the back with her whip to direct him. A few more red welts striped his skin. He worked unhurriedly up the length of the boot and then applied equal devotion to its mate. He licked until the boots were even shinier than before with the polish of his saliva. The bitter taste of leather filled his mouth. Phillip could not stand the humiliation of licking his wife's black leather boots and shoes, and although required to do so every day could not reconcile to this ultimately debasing act of slavery. It stung his humbled pride worse than a whipping stung his flesh. He could not hold back a few tears which flowed down his cheeks to Catherine's vast amusement.
"What are you crying for, you big dumb baby?" She asked him in her usual mocking tone." After all that I've done today and in the past months you still cry over a little thing such as applying a bit of affection to my boots. You really are a case. I suppose that's why I love you. You may remove my boots now."
( Phillip removed Catherine's boots being extremely careful not to cause her any discomfort while drawing them off. Her ever present whip flicked him lightly cross his shoulder. He carefully placed the boots at the foot of the bed in a perfect alignment. He kissed each on the toe and heel and then crawled up to his wife's foot.
"Lick every inch of my body, slave," Catherine commanded harshly.
Phillip obeyed without any display of-hesitation or rebellion. He was indeed well trained thought Catherine. It had not been difficult to carry him far beyond his own masochistic cravings until he was broken to her will and ever ready to perform any act required of him. And now his own desires hardly entered into his thoughts. When groveling under Catherine's whip and obeying her perverted commands his only concern was to avoid too much punishment and pain in following her orders. His obedience was absolute regardless of the magnitude of her abnormal demands. In time he would adjust himself until he enjoyed every act of torture, sexual enslavement, and bondage that his cruel mistress-wife required him to undergo.
Catherine stretched and yawned sleepily. It had been a heavy day. She relaxed under the gentle massage of her husband's tongue and hands. She rolled over on her belly signaling in this manner that Phillip was to concentrate on her ass. His tongue sloshed over the curvy white expanse, probed deep into the spicy cleft between her buttocks. He thrust his tongue in and out of her anus, and Catherine refused to allow him to move past her asshole. She fell asleep as her slave reamed her asshole. Phillip continued to lick her ass long after she had fallen asleep, terrified that she was feigning sleep and would flog him if he desisted without permission. In this way the husband and wife ended the day's celebration of Catherine's twenty-fifth birthday.
Philip eased his battered and weary body out of the bed, shaken and pain-wracked. It was late in the afternoon. After the excesses and agonies of the 'birthday party' he had fallen into a deep stupored sleep. He felt more weary and drained than when he had fallen off into unconsciousness. Catherine was nowhere around.
Phillip dressed hastily, grimacing as he eased his welted bottom into the lacy black panties that his cruel wife required him to wear most of the time as an undergarment. He opened the doors of his children's rooms one by one, gingerly, remorseful and filled with an overwhelming sickening sense of guilt as he recalled the events of the previous day which he had witnessed and been forced to participate in. His children lay sprawled out naked in obscene positions, their bodies covered with the marks of whips and the dried juices of the fucking and sucking they had engaged in. The group of punk tough-ass rapists Catherine had used were nowhere around. They had obviously left. Phillip hoped that he had seen the last of them. He continued searching through his house.
Fortunately his large 20 room home was somewhat isolated and removed from the neighboring dwellings a sufficient distance so as to prevent the embarrassment of strange sounds and sights attracting the attentions of unwelcome and inquisitive neighbors. Despite what had occurred yesterday Phillip Amberson knew with a despairing certainty that no outsiders must be aware of any of it. He might very well wind up in prison or a mental institution if the law ever came down upon him, too much of what had been happening had transpired with his implicit if not always enthusiastic consent. The fact that Catherine had gone far beyond the limits he had intended when he married her did not excuse his own responsibility. And his children would probably wind up in institutions as well. No, the secret of his whip dominated household would remain a secret. There was nobody who could help him. He accepted the fact. He would learn to live with it. So would his children. He squirmed uneasily as he recalled excited expressions breaking through the looks of horror. They were well on their way to learning to enjoy what Catherine was doing to them.
Phillip made himself a sandwich in the kitchen. As he was eating a whip cracked loudly behind him. He leaped up, throwing over a chair and dropping a mouthful of food on the floor. He whirled around to face his laughing wife who had come up silently behind him and snapped her whip within an inch of his ear.
Catherine laughed and laughed as Phillip just stood there looking foolish.
"I swear, you nearly jumped right out of your skin. You're going to have to learn not to be such a sissy, Phil Boy."
Phillip forced himself to grin. "I didn't hear you come in, darling," he replied in his most placating tone. Catherine had taught him to laugh at himself when the joke was on him. It was another of her little methods for breaking down his self esteem and reducing him to total slavehood.
Catherine's expression abruptly changed. She was grim and haughty once more, with those twinkles of merciless cruelty in her eyes.
"Look at the floor, slave. Look at the mess you've made. Do you think I slave in this kitchen all day for you to make a mess here?" Catherine was referring to the bit of sandwich that had fallen out of her husband's mouth when she had frightened him with the whip. As for slaving in the kitchen, she had not lifted one finger in any labor whatsoever since her marriage. That was what she had her slave family for.
Phillip hung his head meekly. He thought he knew what was coming.
"On your knees," ordered his dominating wife. The whip slashed across his cheat, raising another welt. "Clean up the mess, you pig, Right now!"
Phillip hastened to obey, but caught another lash across his red-streaked ass for his effort.
"Not with your hands, you stupid fuck. Do it with your mouth. Clean that garbage up with your mouth, you little faggot."
Phillip lapped up the bit of food neatly, and swallowed it down. It was not too terrible a humiliation and he had been eating the food only a few moments ago when his wife had started in on him."
Catherine thrust a shiny leather boot tip in his face. Without a word Phillip began to lick it. As he licked he caught sight of his 13 year old son John, standing naked in the doorway. The boy's face was streaked with tears, and his expression was one of contempt and hatred. His chest and thighs bore the marks of whips and straps applied to him the previous night by the perverted punks who had fucked his ass and forced him to give them blowjobs. Phillip went sick with remembrance.
Catherine whirled around. Her eyes flashed fire.
"What are you doing there, Johnaay? Do you spy on people when they're grooving as well as being a little faggot." Her whip lashed out, and caught the boy across his battered tail.
"OOwww. Don't whip me, mama," screamed the terrified boy. He turned and ran for the stairs. Catherine pursued him, whipping his ass. A terrible blow caught him across both cancheeks, slashing a bleeding red tear clean across them, a permanent ass whip scar would develop from it. John screamed and fell down on the first stairs, frantically trying to protect his poor bottom. Catherine was in a wild mood, and wanted to whip his ass raw. Her lash fell on his back, his chest, his soft belly.
Many things then happened at once. The other children aroused by the noise came running from their rooms and stood huddling at the head of the stairs, a naked herd of frightened cowed white flesh. Phillip came running up behind her, spurred to rage, his masochistic slave worship of her buried by his rage as a father. Catherine spun about to meet his furious charge.
Phillip caught her whip and struggled to tear it away from her cursing and screaming. Catherine fought him coolly and with a studied control. She had squashed other attempts on Phillip to oppose her will. She knew that he could not stand up to her in any way. She gloated as she observed that none of the others made any move to aid him. They were all well under her thumb.
Catherine decided to end the farce. Her right hand snapped loose and than flashed across Phillip's throat in a blur of motion difficult to follow. Choking and coughing in pain, Phil staggered away from her on legs gone wobbly and soft under him. Catherine slammed the stiff leather butt of her whip into the pit of his stomach so fast once more that he could not cope with this move either. As he began to go down, she stepped in and pulled him into position for a classic judo hip roll. Catherine gave it an extra flourish of style, slamming Phillip against the floor with a good loud thud. His children groaned and whimpered as he let out a sound similar to that of a bull being slaughtered with an ax. He lay limp and helpless on the floor.
"Catherine stood triumphantly with her foot astride his chest. She dug her heel in and ground it around.
"Anyone else have any doubts about mama ruling this little family group. If so, I want to hear them now."
Catherine's challenge was met with a very loud silence, of course. They had witnessed her prowess before.
The remainder of the day passed rather peacefully. Phillip nursed his bruises in a tub of hot water. His only further punishment that day was when Catherine rammed a dildo up his ass and forced him to jerk off in front of his daughters while doing a Turkish belly dance and reaming out the inside of his well abused asshole with the dildo.
Tracy and Yvonne were the oldest children, old enough to run away on their own if the opportunity presented itself. Catherine was coping with this problem by giving these girls a measure of authority over their younger sister and two brothers. Catherine knew that the freak in them was quite strong, and they would soon fall into the life style of domination to such an extent that they would stay with her. She had no fears of any of the children turning her in to any of the authorities that might be interested in her peculiar ideas of family life, for all of the children were freaky swingers at heart, just like their father, none of them were straight in any manner.
All of the girls were AC-DC, and had experimented with various friends at every type of interesting game including domination. Young Julie was know in the high school she attended as the "Joy-Stick Julie," from the time she had fucked herself with a dildo for the amusement of the basketball team, before blowing them all a number of times. Her favorite activity was the group blowjob, and the more the merrier.
As for John and Allen, they had reputations as being pretty freaky and ready for anything. John enjoyed sucking the cocks of his classmates, even when they periodically beat the shit out of him for being a fag. Some of the girls allowed him to suck them.
Allen was considered fairly straight, but he would do anything for a girl, and was a maniac when it came to drugs.
Catherine's overall plan called for the transformation of the two young boys into drag-tv queens, capable of satisfying domineering males and females both. The girls would be taught subservience to herself and dominance over males, they would be trained in every aspect of bondage and subservience.
As she lay planning in bed that night, Catherine reviewed the progress thus far. All of the children were obedient to her will. The last few days had proven their inability to seriously oppose any actions she might decide upon. So far, all of them had been forced to undergo bondage and training under her hands, plus a great deal of whipping and other forms of torture. There was little chance that any of them would run off, for in truth they all wanted the sex part of it. Whatever they might abhor at present, they would learn to endure and even enjoy. A point of culmination to the first phase of their training had been reached. Catherine could now turn them on to total orgy living every day plus unlimited bondage and slavery. She would withdraw the older girls from college and the younger ones from high school and arrange for a private tutor she knew so as to satisfy the educational establishment. In actuality, Catherine intended to close off the family for a time to outsiders except for those of her friends who might wish to share in the fun at times. Straights would be excluded as much as possible from the Ambersons lives. It would probably be necessary for Catherine to find an assistant to live in and help her with the training. Catherine had one such in mind, and could see about it in short order. She fell asleep dreaming about breaking ass. The children quivered in their beds in anticipation mixed with a certain desire for what would happen.
CHAPTER TWO
The household settled down under Catherine's domination. After the atrocities of the birthday celebration none of the Ambersons had the remaining fortitude to oppose her in any way.
Catherine brought in a friend, Ursula Howells, another expert in flagellation prostitution with a large clientele, to assist her. Ursula was currently hot with the police in New York State for running a mail order set up that attracted customers through ads placed in swinging correspondence magazines. Her lucrative little business ended with her list of customers in the hands of the authorities, and so Ursula was more than glad of a peaceful household to welcome her into its warmth and safety until the hassle was cool. Besides, Ursula enjoyed domination as much as Catherine did.
Young John bore the brunt of Ursula's attentions. A tall, blond boy, with the facial beauty that young boys sometimes have, he was in the budding stage of his sexual development. His pubic hairs had not yet grown in, his flesh was still soft and hairless. Ursula decided to raise him as a transvestite drag queen, to satisfy the desires of both men and women. Catherine agreed to this idea, and so John's fate was set. He was removed from his school class and his school was informed that he would be undergoing education at the tutelage of a private instructor. How little they imagined the nature of his schooling.
John fought with all of his might when he found out what was to be done with him. It was quite useless. Ursula and Catherine were powerful women, experts in jujitsu techniques as required by the nature of their former professions, and none of his brothers and sisters, or his totally cowed father, rendered the poor boy any aid. He was on his own and completely helpless. The cruel women stripped him naked and dragged him kicking and threshing into his room. He was thrown down savagely on the floor. Ursula extended a booted foot toward him.
"Lick my boot, you little sissy," she commanded.
Whap! Catherine's long black whip slashed across his soft white ass. A red welt instantly marred the smooth expanse.
"Do as she says, John," demanded his stepmother. The whip was raised menacingly for another blow.
The boy crawled over to Ursula and pressed his tongue against her boot. He had seen his father perform this abasement before his stepmother but had never yet been required to do so himself. He was utterly revolted and shamed by it. It was far worse than he had ever imagined. The taste of bile rose up in his throat.
Ursula kicked young John's soft ass. "Clean my boots, you little faggot. Lick every particle of dirt off of them, suck every inch clean. Get to it or Til whip every inch of skin off your ass."
As he hastened to comply his stepmother came up close to him and caressed the soft contours of his ass with her own booted foot. As he tongue washed Ursula's leather boots inch by inch his stepmother slowly and gently ran the tip of her foot over his ass, following his own slow rhythm of licking, caressing his ass tantalizingly and pleasantly with her boot. The touch of the foot exploring his behind sent shivers of strange delight through the boy. As the probing foot moved across the whip welt on his ass it sent stabs of pain through him that somehow added to his excitement. It was a strange feeling indeed to be licking a domineering and beautiful woman's boots, her hairy naked cunt before his eyes as he did so, with his stepmother playing in such a wicked way with his ass. His erector set filled out with a heavy warm sensation. His erect cock throbbed. His balls were heavy and tight. The teasing foot moved up and down along the cleft between his ass cheeks, the toe tip moved between the cheeks, pressed against his anus. John shivered with arousement, quivered all over with pure desire.
Catherine turned him over on his back. She lifted up the miniskirt she wore with nothing on underneath and slowly brought her hot moist cunt down toward the young boy's thin hard organ. It was a new sensation as she slipped it in to feel the bareness of his hairless balls hot and hard against the heavy lips of her pussy. It gave her an extra twinge of arousal. Ursula straddled the boy's head and knelt down until her hairy honey pot was positioned over his mouth. John needed no commands, he knew what he was expected to do.
As his hips ground and spiraled his throbbing cock about in the clutching squeezing warmth of his stepmother's cunt he licked the inner wetness inside the cunt lips pressing against his mouth. The hot ass of Ursula pressed against his face filling his nostrils with the spicy odor of her. He could barely catch his breath under the pressure of her ass, he reached up and stroked her thighs squatted on his face and thrust his hips up into the hard squeezing warm shaft pressing his cock. The women reached out for each other, squeezed and gripped and caressed each other's breasts. They leaned together and their mouths pressed hard together, tongues stroking together wet, dripping saliva. Their wet open mouths ran over each other's faces with their tongues stroking wildly, until saliva glistened on their faces and ran down their chins and throats. They spat into each other's mouths and swirled the saliva back and forth in a wild fit of arousement. Their hot nipples sheened with sweat touched and rubbed against each other's breasts. All too soon the unpracticed young boy shot his load deep into his stepmother's wild hole. He had not the capacity of a full grown youth, the wild orgy with the two women had aroused him as nothing before he ever done, but it still could not give him the equipment of a grown man. His orgasm ended after a brief spurting and his cock slowly shrank back into a soft limpid little thing. Catherine held it in as long as she could, her pussy throbbing as her own thick sex juices churned out of her. Her mouth ran over Ursula's mouth, the two thrust their wet tongues deep into their mouths, hot and wet together. Saliva dribbled down their throats. John continued to suck Ursula. Her sex oil filled his mouth, ran out of the corners. He swallowed some, spicy and warm, regretting that he could not keep on fucking Catherine.
As the limp cock fell out of her, Catherine stood up and pulled Ursula away from John. If she could not have cock then she wanted cunt. She threw the blonde girl down on the bed and buried her face between her thighs wet with cunt oil. She pressed her saliva bubbling mouth against the wet cunt lips. Her tongue dipped in as deep as it could go. Ursula squeezed her tits and threshed about as she came again and again. She motioned to John to rejoin them. The boy needed no prompting. He pressed his face against his stepmother's ass and licked the hot cleft between her buttocks. Catherine shivered as John licked the soft area between her asshole and cunt, that hot hairy wild area that many consider the most tasty part of a woman's body. His tongue probed her still active cunt as Catherine sucked Ursula in a growing frenzy. There was a strange thick taste to the mouth of Catherine's cunt, a salty heavy fluid. John realized he was tasting and lapping his own come running in a thick flow out of his stepmother's orgasming vagina. He didn't care, he wanted to suck every inch of her. He ran his tongue into her cunt and pressed two fingers into her asshole. Her ass squirmed and rolled against his face. Ursula screamed with pleasure as Catherine seemed bent on sucking her cunt dry. The two women had orgasm after orgasm. Finally three limp sweat covered and exhausted bodies lay on the floor. It was a hot day, humid and heavy with heat, and they sprawled too tired to even change positions.
John Amberson had been subjected to an experience that would shape the patterns of his future in a manner that could not be altered. His nature had been twisted irrevocably to find pleasure in the subservient role of a sex slave. The wild orgy he had undergone had been the wildest and most unforgettable experience he had ever conceived of, a fulfillment of all possible lusts he had ever fantasized. He had gloried in the fucking and sucking with the two cruel beautiful dominatresses even more than he had enjoyed the slavery and torture at the hands of the young thugs who had used him as if he were a girl. He wanted more of the same treatment, with both women and boys, in every shape and form, every experience to be more savage and subjugating than the previous one. John did not know what the future held for him, but he would welcome every agony, every pleasure.
John crawled wearily over to his sprawled stepmother and began to suck her still moist cunt. Sweat ran off his face in drops onto her equally wet body. The ripe odor of her multiply orgasmed cunt filled his nostrils. He tongued the clitoris slowly, licking with slow sweeps of the underside of his tongue. Catherine's body rippled as waves moved through her again. Her hand came to the back of his neck, stroked his short hairs. A tremor ran through the nape of his neck. Catherine fingered his ear and teased the prominent vein in the cord of his neck. She guided his eager mouth to the hot moistness, pressed his face against her pelvis. Hot flashes shot through her once again as John sucked her off.
Ursula had to go to the bathroom. She wearily dragged her ass over to the toilet and plopped down on the seat. The two on the floor were visible through the open door. The sight of the boy with his face in Catherine's magnificent muff and the throaty sounds in the beautiful brunette's throat coming out in rhythm with her throbbing juice heavy orgasm aroused Ursula once again. The sound of the piss streaming into the toilet bowl excited John and Catherine and added to their own pleasure.
As Catherine's orgasm ended John turned to Ursula still sitting on the toilet, his face wild with the exciting slavish thought of sucking a woman who had just pissed in a toilet bowl. He crawled into the bathroom the way a good slave should, right up to her feet. Ursula's tits hardened at the sight of the naked boy on the white tiled floor at her feet. John buried his head between her boots, his tongue wetted the black leather that was so shiny it reflected his face. He moved up her thighs kissing and sucking gently until he came to the hotbox that he was learning to love so very well. The cool feel of the toilet against his chest and the wet soft thighs against the cheeks of his face made his little cock rise up hard again. He licked wide slurping strokes across the full surface of the outer and inner lips. He stuck in his tongue and ran it in and out fast. He sucked as much lip into his mouth as he could and held it as he took long sucks.
It was forbidden to use the closed circuit TV without the permission of Catherine, but the two older girls, Tracy and Yvonne were committing that offense at that very moment. They were watching their brother John and his two domineering mistresses at play. Tracy shuddered with a mixture of disgust and arousement as she watched her brother sucking away at Ursula. She herself had already performed this for the haughty blonde bitch, as had Yvonne.
"It'll be our heads if we're caught in here using this thing," said Yvonne in a frightened tone. "We're not even supposed to be in step mommy's room, let alone using her groovy tube for our own private viewing pleasure."
Tracy turned on her in rage. "You call this a pleasure, watching out brother being forced to commit perversions for those two freaks?"
"It isn't anything he hasn't done before, and not always when he was forced to either. We both knew his reputation with the other kids. He sucks the cocks of half the high school. He'd do the same for the other half except that they have cunts between their legs instead. Not that he would mind that."
Tracy's anger increased at this reply from her smart ass sister. It was the truth however. The same truth that applied to all of them. There was nothing that had been done to them by Catherine that hadn't been enjoyed by at least one of the Ambersons without the need of force. Tracy was quite willing to undergo a whipping from time to time if it wasn't too rough. But the thought of being a slave to Catherine and any of her friends for as long as she remained in her home was becoming too galling to bear. Tracy was the most intelligent of the children. She knew that soon they would be too enslaved to Catherine to ever break free or even desire to do so.
Tracy was considering the possibility of rebelling. For that she would require the aid of her sister Yvonne, and someone with the muscle to stand up to Catherine. She could not simply find some outsider to assist her. She could not count upon the aid of any of her brothers or sisters at present, even Yvonne with whom she was the closest. And her father seemed to be a lost cause. No, her chances did not appear too bright at present.
"Come on Tracy, let's get out of here," nagged her frightened sister once more. "If we are caught in here we're really going to get it."
"Look, stupid, we can see both Catherine and Ursula, can't we? As long as we have them on candid camera, they aren't going to be catching anybody by surprise, are they?"
But Tracy was feeling none too confident herself, just the same.
"All right, let's go." She switched off the set and eased open the door very carefully so as not to make a sound. The coast was clear, and the two girls were soon back in the room they now shared since Catherine had moved them in together.
Yvonne flopped down on her stomach. Her ass was still sore and welted from a beating she had received from Ursula, the new addition to the merry home. Her condition showed quite plainly due to the seatless hot pants she was forced to wear so that her ass would always be ready for whipping and spanking.
"What do you say to my proposition?" asked her sister. Tracy referred to the idea of rebellion she had broached as they had watched the antics with their brother John.
"I don't know, the idea really frightens me," answered Yvonne in a hesitant voice. She grimaced with the thought of what could happen to them if they tried anything and failed.
"What can we do anyway against them. They both seem to know how to handle themselves pretty well. We can't do anything by ourselves, and I can't think of anyone who could assist us. It would take someone like them, but those people are their friends, not ours. I don't mind telling you that right now I'm just too frightened of them to even consider doing anything. So maybe we should let it ride for now. We might have some opportunity later. If things get too bad we could always split."
"What makes you believe that they would let us just take off. I haven't been out of the house for the past three weeks. We're in serious training now as Catherine calls it. They've sealed us in here on the second floor with that special door they built at the head of the stairs. We're never downstairs without one of them being down there as well."
Yvonne said nothing to this. They would just have to bear with it until something turned up.
CHAPTER THREE
The new pattern in the Amberson house soon became an established routine. Phillip made no attempt to interfere with the training program for the children. Tracy and Yvonne were usually kept locked in their room on the second floor. Another door built at the entrance to the second floor hallway was often locked preventing escape. All of the windows had shatterproof glass installed plus special locks. The front and rear doors of the house were also locked.
The younger children spent most of their time in the basement undergoing special training. The older girls were sometimes required to assist in this training, and they were not always reluctant to do so. Under Catherine's careful tutorage their own latent tendencies to dominate were becoming established and open.
The days drifted by slowly, became weeks. The training became more and more vigorous and the sex freaky beyond belief. The freakier the sex became, the less inclined the Ambersons seemed to be to revolt against their condition, or so it seemed.
Julie became the favorite victim of Ursula. The unfortunate little redheaded teenager found herself virtually living in the torture chamber rigged up in the cellar.
Ursula preferred using the rack on Julie. She would keep the poor child stretched in agony, her body covered with a thick sheen of sweat, her mouth voicing useless pleas for mercy.
One day Ursula really put Julie through the ultimate in agony. She had come down early that morning with Catherine to work on Julie and Allen. The two children had been tied together naked, their welted flesh tightly bound body to body. The cell door was opened as they trembled in anticipation. Ursula cut their bonds and dug a cruel boot into Allen's ass where it had been scorched with lighted cigars. He screamed as the heavy boot dug into the scorched flesh and huddled in a corner of his cell, crying and whimpering. He was left alone for the moment.
Ursula helped Julie to stand up in a not ungentle manner. This only made the redhead even more frightened, for Ursula was always at her most dangerous when seeming to be mild. Julie hastened to bend over to kiss the lips of Ursula's cunt, obediently and with an apparent eagerness as she had been taught to do. Ursula ran her hand through Julie's amber locks. The girl kissed her again and again on the well formed lips of her pussy with the moist lips of her mouth. The hand moved to the back of her neck and became strong and hurting. Her head was jerked up straight.
Without a word Ursula led her to the menacing shape of the rack which she had come to know so well. The girl whimpered. Ursula struck her across the mouth for not showing control. The heavy ring that the blonde tigress wore cut her lip. A thin trickle of blood ran down her chin. Ursula drew her close and sucked up the thread of blood with her moist lips and hot probing tongue. She kissed the blood off her victim's lips. An animalish sound rose in her throat, the sound of a predator making a slow kill. She ran her hands over the well marked expanse of Julie's soft asscheeks. She stroked the sensitive budding young breast mounds marred by the red spot patterns of cigarette burns.
Catherine slapped Ursula playfully on her bare behind. "Have fun down here, baby. I think I'm going upstairs to put Yvonne and Tracy through their paces."
Ursula needed no further encouraging. With little difficulty she soon secured Julie to the frame of the rack as she had done before. The blonde girl struggled against the tight ropes gripping her wrists and ankles. It was fruitless, a waste of energy. Ursula began to wind the wheel, slowly taking in the slack of the ropes. As the ropes started to stretch her out Julie began to scream for help. It was also a waste of energy, but she had not learned yet to accept the inevitable in silence. She screamed long before the pain became too unendurable to remain silent.
"Stop it," screamed Allen, struggling in vain against the bars of his cell. He felt protective toward his sister. It amused Ursula, therefore to discipline Julie in his presence.
"Keep quiet, little boy," answered the remorseless woman. "Your own turn will come, soon enough."
Allen fell silent. He was learning the meaning of fear.
Ursula tightened the rack until the machine pulled at the four extended limbs of the girl with a bite that stretched and wrenched every muscle taut as a piece of rope dried out in the sun. Oozing streams of sweat ran through her skin. Her mouth knotted to keep in the screams that were now quite unavoidable. She screamed despite her efforts now to remain silent.
Ursula was becoming bored with the rack. She wanted to try a few more complicated and amusing games with her little plaything.
"Do you want loose from the rack, Julie?"
"Ooohh, yess-yess. Til do whatever you say, anything that you want. Please let me go. please." She begged knowing that mercy would not enter into any leniency shown. She knew what she would have to do to be let off.
Ursula freed her from the rack. The girl slowly eased her fire pulled body off the device. Her legs were rubbery and burning with pain. She sank in a heap, but rallied her strength to crawl up to Ursula to kiss her bare feet and run her tongue slowly inch by inch up the legs of her torturer until she came to the hot and moist hair area that she licked and sucked and drank at until the spicy fluids ran thickly into her mouth. Ursula went into a wild spasm of joy as she saw the look of shame and horror on Allen's face as he watched what was going on.
Upstairs in her room before the television eye that reached into every corner of the mansion of slavery, Catherine and her two victims were also watching the scene. Yvonne and Tracy were no closer than they were several weeks ago to reaching a solution to their dilemma of sex slavery to Catherine and Ursula. They both becoming more subservient and easier to handle with each passing day. Now they suffered with hardly a word of protest.
Yvonne was clad in a black leather corset a few sizes too small for her amply curved body. She wore a cruel saddle strap between her thighs with dildo inserts of soft rubber up her cunt and ass. Her wrists and ankles were chained together.
Tracy was naked, tied to Catherine's bed with strong ropes that were wrapped many times around her arms and legs, cutting deeply into her skin and choking off the circulation as they left cruel black-purple marks that would remain in her flesh for days. A pillow had been placed under her thighs to raise her bottom for a whipping. Catherine slowly and unhurriedly whipped the already heavily mistreated ass of the blonde. Crack, a long sweeping lashing motion with a thin and very fibrous whip of an artificial leather composition which left welts that were thin and deep, and pained as if a knife were being used. Tracy screamed with each application of the cruel lash to her bloody bottom. And she was not allowed for a moment to tear her eyes from the atrocities on the screen.
"Keep at it Ursula," whooped Catherine in glee as she watched her friend forcing the young girl to ream her ass.
Down in the cellar poor Julie had just been introduced to the art of prolonged ass licking by Ursula. Again and again her tongue probed into the strangely tasting puckered opening that always closed up as her tongue withdrew from it.
"Stand up, you little bitch," commanded Ursula. She underlined her order with a crack of a blacksnake whip across Julie's back. Julie reeled with agony since her back was a mass of halfhealed welts from a previous whipping. Her eyes pleaded for mercy and promised anything demanded in return for it. But Ursula was not inclined to be lenient this day.
Ursula forced Julie to don the insert panties, a garment of heavy leather reinforced with leather strappings which entrapped two enormous dildos within her abused cunt and ass. When she had first been forced to wear this torture garment it had almost driven her mad with pain, but her two stretched sheaths had become used to the feel of the massive rubber organs buried in her. Her anus cavity had actually enlarged from the hours it had been filled with this and other devices. Julie could now take any cock up her ass with a minimum of discomfort, and had come to enjoy it.
Ursula did not fail to observe the hidden pleasure in Julie's eyes as she strolled about the dungeon room under the prompting of Ursula's whip. The girl creamed as the tight heavy artificial cocks rubbed along the walls of her moist cunt and hot asshole. Her honeyed sheaths throbbed with hot slavish sex joy as the cocks thrust and held in her, filling her to capacity, generated sweet friction within her. Ursula thought to herself that the girl was enjoying herself too much.
The whip slashed across her leather clad seat. Julie jumped.
"Alright, my little red-topped bitch. Those panties are giving you a little too much heat for me to allow you to continue enjoying them. We do not want you creaming your little box all over the floor and going wild on us. I mean, who could we get to handle your action. Certainly not your old daddy or faggot brothers. You better cool off."
"Oh please," begged the frightened girl, "if you don't do anything else to me today I'll lick and suck every inch of your body until I give you more pleasure than you've ever known before. Really, I can do it. But I can't take any more suffering, I'm in such pain now that... " Ursula cut off her pleadings by seizing the budding breast bulbs of the young girl and gripping them hard until her fingers were almost touching through the girl's flesh. With a scream of agony Julie slowly fell to her knees once more as Ursula relentlessly bore down on her. Once more the blonde thatched full-lipped cunt was presented to her to pay her worshipful devotion to. Julie sucked the hot lips into her mouth, trying to absorb the lips of the pussy cavity into her mouth. She slackened her hold and then slurped her wet tongue along the sticky hot inner tissue of the cunt, as far in as she could reach.
Upstairs Yvonne and Tracy were undergoing a new ordeal. Catherine tied the two girls together stark naked, breast against shapely breast, hot brimming pussy against pussy. The unyielding ropes held them tightly together, flattening their abused battered breasts against each other. They hung from their wrists by a pulley, their combined weights as they swung well clear of the floor creating an unbearable tearing shock of pain in their strained arms. Rubber bands about their mouths holding choking blocks of rubber impregnated with blunt spikes buried deep in their throats choked off their piercing screams of pain.
Catherine began to whip them, slowly and methodically. Her long black whip curled completely around the double bundle of flesh dangling invitingly before her. The skillfully handled whip cut into both bodies together, slashed around them again and again. Catherine drew back her arm, measured her target, flicked out the whip. The lash struck Yvonne's bloodied bottom, drove into the two cheeks as the tip danced around her hip and cut into the cheeks of Tracy's ass. The two girls lunged in their hanging bonds as the pain tore at them. Their flesh. Their writhings in the bondage of their binding to one another added a further element to their agony, as their combined writhings sent flashes of pain through them as they pulled against one another and the tight ropes that held them. Their legs hanging together, wrapped by layers of tight rope that raised their white flesh in ridges flailed in jerks and spasms, one girl's kicking pulling uncomfortably at the other. And all the time Catherine walked coolly around the swaying twisting bodies, slashing out to bloody their backs, cut patterns in to their asses, welt their legs. As Yvonne suffered under the whip a rising strange sensation began in her.
Her breasts began to harden as the moist flattened orbs of her sister rubbed against her own mashed bulbs. She could feel the sweaty shape of her sister's nipples against her own breasts, the rubbing of Tracy's flesh against her own. The wet strands of her sisters pussy hairs scratched at her own sweaty thatch, their sweat streaming bodies were molded together. Yvonne began to come. Her clitoris filled out, hot and distended. Her pussy lips felt light and warm, every inch of her hot vaginal cavity felt alive and sensitive. Tracy stared at her as she felt the sex heat of her sister rising and spreading through the skin pinned against her and knew that her younger sister was grooving on the feel of her own body tied to Yvonne in such an intimate way. Yvonne began to moan in a new way deep in her muffled pained throat. The liquids flowed in her, a trickle ran down her thighs merging with the running streams of sweat down the bodies of the-two girls. She swayed against the ecstasy of the whip which was now such pleasure to her. Tracy too began to feel sexy as the hardened breasts and hot flesh and wet pussy pressed against her. She gripped her tortured legs together pressing the four legs tightly against one another. The harsh pressure of the ropes now served to help arouse her. Her own flesh sent off a wave of heat, the girls bodies seemed to fuse together, their legs jerked and danced beyond control, they shook and trembled through every inch of their bound together flesh.
Catherine could not miss the clearly visible signs of this unforeseen development. The spectacle filled her with a triumphant delight. This clearly opened up many new avenues of activity that could prove very interesting and delightful. She relented whipping the two sisters and watched them come off against one another. Her own hand dropped feverishly to her black haired crotch. Her fingers delved into her large cavity, twisted around inside her. Her clitoris did its thing, waves of hot delight ran through her body. She came again and again as she finger-fucked herself now with both hot wet hands, her whip forgotten and discarded on the floor, going wild as the two beautiful bodies whipped bloody and literally bathed in succulent sweat writhed and rippled together before her. The two gagged mouths moved against one another, the moist cheeks gently caressed one another, warm and soft.
Catherine fell to her knees and grabbed her whip. She thrust the thick black handle into herself, a braised handle with a full pattern of ridges and clefts. She jerked in unbearable sensation as the ridges of the handle moved along the wet sheath of her cunt. Up, up, hard into herself, as much as she could take, and then out again dragging it along the hot passage. In and out, faster and faster, coming again and again, filling her distended and fully stretched cunt box with the handle of her whip, going faster and faster, now screaming with the hot pleasure of the coming, going off wilder and wilder.
The two girls hung naked and exhausted. Catherine left them there to attend to brother John who had been spread-eagled to his bed in a ready state for punishment. Catherine entered his room quite noisily, for the boy was tied face down in a position that did not allow him to see who might be coming in and the suspense of waiting unable to see added to his terror. Catherine had a special punishment in mind for John. She inspected the leather straps holding his arms and legs, pleased to observe the red marks which indicated that he had struggled vainly to get free. Catherine was never so careless as to allow enough slackness in any bondage that would grant freedom to the victim.
Catherine bent over John and kissed him wetly on his ass. She ran her tongue along the cleft of his soft white behind, delighting in the shivers invoked in his flesh. She ran her finger tips lightly up and down his spine, tickled his neck and the soft lobes of his ears. His flesh goose-pimpled and he wondered if something pleasant might not be in the order of the day for a change.
Catherine changed quite suddenly as she always did. Her long nails raked the soft white mounds of his ass.
"EEEiiiiaa."
Catherine slapped him hard on the side of his head.
"Don't scream like that you little queer. God, you can outscream your three sisters combined."
John began to cry. He buried his face in his pillow so as to muffle the sounds and not further provoke his devilishly cruel stepmother.
Catherine spanked John's soft white ass that was so much like a little girls bottom. As she delivered hard slaps to the reddening meat she conjured up visions of hard throbbing cocks being driven into the boys soft can, again and again, in and out, fucking him as if he were a girl. She remembered the boys she had used at her birthday orgy and how they had fucked him. She thought of men she had known and how they might fuck him. As she imagined these things she became wild with excitement once more, scarcely aware that she was spanking the now screaming boy harder and harder, as fast as she possibly could. Again and again her arm rose and fell, pelting the crimson cheeks that slowly swelled under the incessant brutal hammering. She slammed and slammed as more juice flowed out of her aroused quim, and the screams of the boy rose to a wild choking cry. Now she was aware of what she was doing as she came back to herself, but did not cease spanking the tortured can meat, only applied more method and planning to the torture, delivering merciless salvos to the same exact place until the spot glowed purple from nearly a hundred consecutive smashes. She worked up his back, smacking the broad white expanse welted by whips, down his thighs marked in a few places with cigarette scorches.
As the spanking went on and on unendingly, the pain turning into a flooding numbness through his body, John began to enjoy the sensation, the never ceasing hot smacking that drove his hardening rod against the soft yielding material of the bed. His cock rose up hard against his belly, and he began to raise and wiggle his ass to facilitate the rubbing and to meet the descending hand that was now driving him wild. He shook and jerked and socked his cock against the soft mattress as if he were fucking, he wiggled his ass as if it were a girl's and thrilled as sharp spanks reawakened his numbed pained ass meat.
"Beat me�beat me, break my fucking ass open, spank my ass off, finger fuck me, oh do anything." He begged shamelessly for punishment as if he were a girl in heat. He raised his purple ass for more.
Catherine obliged him, slamming harder and harder as his cock at last spurted its hot load on the sheets. The slimy shot spread in sticky puddles under his pounding belly as he shot it all out, every drop he could fire, a larger load than he had ever made before. He wiggled his belly as he went limp and Catherine brought a finale to her spanking with a two handed drum beat on his flaming behind.
As he lay spent and exhausted, and drained with the spanking and the coming, Catherine went to her room to acquire an article that would put a grand conclusion onto the session. She was back in less than a minute, bearing a huge dildo strapped to her cunt, a small insert piece within her pussy to refine her own enjoyment. By now Catherine had come so many times she was floating on a cloud. The two girls were rubbing into each other still hanging by their wrists tightly bound as she had left them, and she was in truly a wild state. Her hair was plastered to her skin in great matted wet thatches, great streams of liquid ran down her skin. Her eyes burned with the madness of a psychotic and her flesh trembled in ecstasy.
"Oh no�not that," screamed John as Catherine shoved the massive rubber shaft under his nose literally so that he could know what he was in for. "Not now, not after you've spanked my ass off, please not now."
Catherine laughed madly. She felt higher than she could ever remember and was ready for anything. This would be a day she would remember all of her life.
Catherine knelt on the bed between the trembling thighs, and ran her hands cruelly over the purple swollen cheeks. She drew them apart, twisting the mounds of flesh cruelly as he pulled the ass cakes wide and held them that way. With one cruel lunge she had moved the tip of the rubber dildo in from the tight mouth of the asshole to a depth of nearly two inches. Her laughter rose as the scream of John sounded more and echoed through the halls of the sound-proofed house. She burrowed in deeper, gloating as she felt the flaming hot buttocks against her crotch and thighs, the trembling fired ass meat that trembled in spasms of pain as she moved against him. She thrust in deeper and deeper, inch by inch, twisting and corkscrewing as she ploughed her path into him. John screamed and threshed with a maddened strength as the long thick dildo swelled out the cavity of his asshole, filling him up until he felt as if he was being turned inside out. Catherine began to fuck him, thrusting in and out, grinding in turning patterns, twisting the instrument right and left, glorying in the wild spasms of the hot whipped ass cakes against her thighs. She was being royally reamed out herself by the small inserted dildo within her, which seemed to be dancing along the lining of her well oiled cunt sheath, lodging in every wrinkle and fold of her interior, bumping and grinding. Faster and faster she went, driving in and out brutally in long ploughing thrusts that seemed to John to be pulling his asshole inside out. Catherine pumped away until she no longer had the remaining strength to continue. She lay exhausted sprawled across the trembling pain-wracked body of her slave boy stepson, planning new atrocities to perpetrate upon him and his brothers and sisters.
In the cellar dungeon Julie hung from the ceiling by her feet, cruel straps cutting into her ankles. A dildo had been wedged into her cunt and a long thick candle lodged up her ass. She wiggled and thrashed as if she were a fish on a hook and Ursula watched this pendulum of pain in glee as Allen groveled at her feet licking and tonguing those feet while a quirt in Ursula's hand beat patterns of welts into his back and ass. As he licked he jerked himself off with one hand while with the other he was forced to grind a candle around up his own ass. Ursula laughed as she came in response to the tongue lapping at her toes as she whipped away and watched Julie swing to and fro.
In their room Yvonne and Tracy did not swing in their bondage, their combined weight caused them to hang limply and heavily in much pain from the pull on their arms, still very much in heat from the rubbing together of their flesh. They tried to enjoy one another's body as best they could in their agonized plight, breathing in unison, their damp bellies rippling together, letting rippling spasms of thrill run through their bodies, feeling the reaction in each other as if they were one. They clung together, cheek to cheek, slowly melting together. They could hear the screaming of their brother John sounding throughout the second floor and wondered what could be happening to him.
Tracy felt a special pleasure as she realized that Yvonne would be drawn closer and closer to her and could thus soon be persuaded to serve as her willing partner when she finally devised a feasible plan to overthrow the regime of Catherine and Ursula. The source of this new closeness to her sister gnawed at her conscience. Incest had never been one of the pleasures she considered within the limits of acceptable behavior although she had set few boundaries to the satisfying of her own appetites. It was too late to consider that now however, with her breasts hot and hard from the feel of her sister's hot globes against them. She would let this new thing grow in its course and use it for the purposes that it would serve. At the same time, it would provide her with an additional incentive, for this was the doing of Catherine, this further warping of her own personality that she could feel progressing day by day. Her own domineering desires were growing stronger. It was now a certainty that when this was over, she would never be the same as she was. But that might not be altogether to the bad.
John was turned loose and taken down to the kitchen by Catherine. She was quite pleasant to him as she fed him his meal out of a dog dish at which he lapped as if he really were a canine. She stroked his sticky cock from time to time and ran an affectionate hand through his hair. She was becoming fonder of him than of his father. He was young and there was much she could teach him.
She dismissed him to the cellar when he had finished. He had her permission to find amusement watching the plight of his sister and brother. John was developing a voyeuristic streak and enjoying watching others grooving or being punished. He was well entertained for the rest of the day as Ursula put Allen and Julie through a complicated session with a double-headed dildo. They were not fed until evening had fallen. They dragged their battered bodies up the stairs and fell to at their own dog dishes.
Yvonne and Tracy spent the remaining part of their day administering to Catherine as her bath slave. Their tongues traced many a delightful pattern over the surface of her body.
Phillip came home from the office in the apathetic mood that he had fallen into of late. He now cared for nothing except his sessions with Catherine and Ursula. He did not object to any of the things they were doing to the children. His own training had progressed to its final stage. He was a complete slave.
CHAPTER FOUR
Yvonne and Tracy lay in bed that night, side by side, weary and spent. They rested on their bellies, and the soothing ointments on their backs did little to alleviate their sufferings.
Yvonne put out her arm and stroked the shoulder of her sister. Tracy snuggled closer to her. Neither had said a word since the incident of the double swing whipping.
Yvonne rolled over onto her side. She winced with the pain.
"There really isn't too much to say, is there darling?" she asked her sister.
Tracy turned toward her. "No there's really no point in saying anything. Just let it all hang out."
"How are you feeling, darling? Do your welts still hurt?" She reached out toward her sister once more. "Do you want me to make the pain go away Tracy?"
Tracy nodded her head. Her breath came tightly in her throat.
Yvonne ran her hand lightly over the welted flesh. Tracy winced. A strange smile played about her lips as she felt pain and arousement mixed once more as one. She closed her eyes and relaxed in her sisters hands. Suddenly her eyes flashed open and she gasped in surprise. Yvonne had clamped her fingers tight into her flesh like a vise, raising two mounds of her soft white flesh and pinching hard. The shock of pain sent a wave of hardening through her breasts, her nipples turned hard. Yvonne smiled when this happened and clutched her sister's right breast, twisting it very hard. She gripped it's mate and ground them together, the nipples now as hard as rocks as she worked them about, twisting, pulling, and digging her sharp nailed fingers in deep.
Tracy responded to the rough play by raking her sister's back with her own nails. She dug her fingers into Yvonne's ass and pulled her sister against herself. Yvonne bit Tracy's nipples. Tracy bit Yvonne's throat and shoulders.
The two girls were very hot and aroused now. Their breath came in short gasping spurts. Perspiration coated their skins once more. They bit and clawed and dug at one another. Tracy wrapped her legs around her sister and squeezed her tight. They ran their palms over their welted skins. They were careful to avoid any noise that might bring Catherine or Ursula. They wrestled and hauled at one another.
Their mouths met. Yvonne's tongue filled the inside of Tracy's mouth. She dribbled saliva into her sister's mouth and it ran down their throats. Their wet tongues played freely together, their lips sought every inch of the other's face. They kissed deep kisses with an excess of hot mouth juice. Their teeth ground together. Their hot open mouths molded together and held through long passionate minutes as they simultaneously pinched every inch of each other's ass-Cakes. Blood ran down their thighs as they opened up the welts once more with their pinches. They ground their claws into each other and gloried in the hurt and pleasure.
They were not unobserved as they had hoped. Unnoticed by the main the heat of their sadomasochistic passion the closed circuit tv camera in their room had switched on. Catherine was watching them in their games, self-satisfied in the certainty that she had instigated this thing between them.
On the bed beside Catherine Phillip watched the strange drama with mixed feelings. Overhanging it all was a feeling close to stupefaction, as the torpor that was overtaking him in all his observations of what was being done to his children ruled predominant. He was ceasing to care.
Catherine turned toward him and ground her cigarette into his chest.
"Aaaaiieee. Why did you do that?" Phillip rolled into a ball clutching at the burn in the center of his chest.
"I don't like apathy, you stupid bastard," answered Catherine in a dangerously angry mood. "I would hate to think that all of my efforts with you have been wasted, because baby, that would really depress me. And when I'm depressed, I can show you a few little tricks that you would not believe. So show a little life, dummy." She slapped him hard across the face to emphasize the lesson.
"Alll-all-rigght. Sorry about that darling," he whimpered.
"Kiss my foot."
Phillip hastened to obey the command. His mouth filled with her toes. He sucked and nibbled at them in the style of foot kissing she preferred.
Catherine lit another cigarette and turned her attention back to the screen. The girls had their faces buried in each others muffs and were playing 69. The sight of the two sisters simultaneously sucking each others cunts filled Catherine with lust. She would teach them a few things they had not yet even imagined. But it had been a long day, and this would hold until the morrow. She kicked Phillip away impatiently, her mood changing to one of annoyance.
Catherine bound Phillip to a chair with his feet under his ass. She thrust a few pins through his nipples, gagged him with a pair of panties that Ursula had worn for a week without washing, and left him that way for the night. The next day was Saturday, he would not need a semblance of normal condition for the office and she could take the gloves off and really sock it to him.
The three younger children were in the cellar cell bound together in one agonized bundle. Ursula slept peacefully in her room alone as she at times preferred. The double insert panties she wore at times in bed gave her a pleasant sensation. She dreamed of mass fucking orgies with great hordes of slaves.
Yvonne and Tracy drew closely together in the harsh days ahead. Their training and degradation became even more rigorous and painful. Catherine welded them into a unity, a team of freaked out sisters that rendered her every service she demanded. She made them her assistants but this status did not bring about a surcease of their own training.
Catherine would tie them together in sixty-nine position. The two would lap away at each other for hours, the brimming cunt juice running out of their mouths and gashes in torrents. Her whip spurred on the topmost girl, cutting gashes into her tail in long endless whippings. Catherine rolled them over and over, burning their asses with lighted cigarettes. Yvonne screamed as her tail felt the hot kiss the fire but Tracy could usually keep silent now throughout the most grueling and gruesome of sessions. She gripped herself tightly, letting the pain ride over her without fighting it, concentrating on the delicious juice hole she sucked at for endless hours. Sometimes her stubbornness drove Catherine to extreme actions that made her scream regardless of her determination not to.
Catherine rigged a car battery and two wires to induce electric torture in Tracy. She ran the wires up her cunt and ass, and then switched it on. Only strong ropes kept Tracy from literally hitting the ceiling as the electric charge shot through the delicate tissues of her tail and cunt. She was in shock for the rest of the day, and even Catherine did not attempt to use this method again.
Catherine selected a huge strap on dildo for Tracy to use on Yvonne. Catherine applied the role of butch to Tracy and femme to Yvonne.
Yvonne stared in terror at the huge purple shaft, although she was unable to conceal her fascination with it. She ran her hand over it.
"Are you really going to use this on me, Tracy?"
Tracy nodded her head. "We might as well go all the way with this thing, not that we have any choice in the matter. Our fucking step mommy came up with this one, and we're supposed to put on a show for her with it. So grin and bear it baby. It shouldn't be long before we love it." There was a tone of bitterness in her voice, a hard edge of despair. It was true they would come to enjoy it and very soon.
Yvonne nodded her head sympathetically. She understood. Her own body was a mass of whip welts and cigarette burns. She scarcely noticed injuries that were not still fresh and throbbing with pain. She could literally forget the bloody patches of flogging marks on her back until she touched against something and the wincing pain reminded her of them.
"All right, let's go. Let's get in on." Saying this Tracy adjusted the wide leather strap around her waist. The organ stood out, long and thick, an ominous black shaft that looked as large and hard as a baseball bat to trembling Yvonne.
Tracy spread the legs of her sister, braced them, over her shoulders to position for a really deep plunge. Yvonne purred with anticipation. She wrapped her thighs about her sister, letting her legs hand down over Tracy's shoulders. Her ass was well up and clear, the dildo touched the lips of her pussy. Tracy rammed hard and fast into her. Yvonne screamed. Tracy began to grind her with a display of cruelty that she had not expected. It surprised Tracy as well to realize that she relished dominating her beloved sister.
Catherine had enough confidence in the two sisters to leave them to themselves for the time. They would not disobey her or try anything foolish. They were coming along fine.
Johnny boy was her chief object of amusement as of late. He was becoming more and more slavishly infatuated with her every day. He was a little angel.
He literally ran to her to lap at her ass. When she went to the toilet he stood by to wipe her ass for her, to kiss it with his sweet lips. He licked at very inch of her body. She lay tranquilly on her back staring moodily at the ceiling and his mouth worked at her throughout the hours, not disturbing her reverie, but adding to the enjoyment of her drifting hazy quiet periods. She lay back puffing indifferently at some good pot, half sleeping, his mouth still moving over her.
Something she bent forward over a table or chair, raising her ass up high. His tongue ploughed into the brown bud of her asshole, ramming in as far as it could reach, and he simply licked and sucked as long as she pleased.
He was eager to be fucked by her, his face flushed with a wild, perverse excitement whenever the dildo was strapped on. He shuddered as the thick fibrous shaft lunged up his hole, he worked against it as if he really were a girl in heat, he would imagine himself to be a girl with a cunt, a real cunt.
Catherine tortured him with even greater severity as her affection for him increased and his devotion to her became more sickly obsessive. He accepted it all without complaint. He hung naked from a pulley by his thumbs as Catherine whipped his ass with a horsewhip until blood splotched the floor. She rubbed slat into his wounds and commanded him to beg for more. He obeyed. She rubbed his cock and balls with itching powder and coated the inside of his asshole with it as well, stubbed out her cigarettes in his sweaty armpits, flipped lighted matches at his welted torso, shoved gravel up his ass, jabbed pins into him, stuffed his mouth with dirty panties, used toilet paper, soiled douche bags. He begged for more, the total willing slave. He was a pet, a dog, an animal.
Ursula enjoyed straight fucking with young boys. Allen became her personal pet, and he came to love the long hours spent on her, cock buried in her hot sheath, throbbing tit in his mouth. It was not too bad at all.
Julie fared the worst. Tracy and Yvonne had their affection to delete their misery, John his devotion to his tormentor, and Allen his fantastic sessions with Ursula. Julie bore the brunt of the ire of her two tormenters and little the or favor. Ursula had some affection for her, but this was usually expressed in extremes of cruelty and domination. Catherine whipped her without mercy, and used her to instill in Yvonne and Tracy the principles of domineering others, her two sisters were forced to torture Julie. Catherine oversaw everything, they were unable to demonstrate softness or leniency toward her. At times she was tied to the whipping spit, an arrangement similar to a spit designed to turn roasting meat over a fire. Julie served as the meat, at times as many as four whips slashed her to ribbons as Catherine, Ursula, Tracy, and Yvonne went at her together.
Catherine had foreseen all difficulties and made allowances for all possible contingencies except one situation, the turning of the tables by a victim imbued with her own viciousness and trained by herself. After a time she considered Tracy a finished product of her own specifications. Tracy was domineering, merciless, a butch lesbian whipping pervert who fucked and sucked her own sister. Tracy could not fake the personality changes that had taken place in her, Catherine could not be taken in by an act. Tracy was the real thing, a true daughter to Catherine. But Tracy still desired to overthrow Catherine, her hatred of her was even stronger than it had previously been, and only the nature of her vengeance had changed, for it would be the vengeance of one not very different from Catherine Dare. In creating this new Tracy, Catherine had armed a foe.
Once more Tracy and Yvonne could venture outside, Catherine was confident that they would not take off. Indeed, they had not intention of doing so, for Tracy first desired her revenge for the ordeals they had suffered and were still compelled to undergo. But the problem still was unchanged, they needed a strong arm to deal with the two tough-ass dominatresses.
But for the moment it was enough just to be free once more, to walk about under the summer sun. Men turned to admire their long shapely legs well displayed by the hotpants they wore. Their pants were indeed hot, for they had received spankings with hairbrushes before they had been allowed out the front door. But at least the numerous welts and bruises that had once been so prominent and numerous on their legs and thighs were now healed and faded away, their bodies bore fresh marks on areas that were concealed. They walked about the places that they knew, avoiding old friends who would require explanations of where they had been.
Tracy wanted to get laid by a man. It had been a while since she had felt a real flesh and blood cock pumping away inside her. She wanted to feel one again, to have a hairy hard chest against her tits rather that the soft breasts of Yvonne or Catherine.
Yvonne was also a bit horny. But they had the marks on their flesh that could not be explained to a straight type. They could not look up the studs they had known.
Tracy wound up at a bar with a certain reputation for kinky types, leather freaks. It was called the Funky. It was a not too imposing place, in an area that had seen better times in times well past. Yvonne was frightened by it, the patrons were the same types as Catherine and Ursula. Acid-heads, queers, leather lovers, dealers, bikers, dykes, the very dregs. And it was here they were coming seeking a bit of cock.
They took a dirty table toward the rear. All eyes had explored them in a dirty way. Yvonne felt her stomach crawl, but Tracy seemed invigorated by the atmosphere of the sordid joint. An inspiration had come to her, it was here that they might connect with the help that could rip off Catherine for them.
Yvonne pushed back her sunglasses to the top of her head.
"Shit," she said, "what the hell did we come here for. I wanted to make it with a man, not these cockroaches. This place is so freaky, it reminds me of home."
Tracy patted her knees sympathetically. "Don't let it get to you, baby. The way we're marked up we would have a shitfit trying to explain it to some square type."
At the mention of this Yvonne gingerly shifted her aching ass.
"Fucking son of a bitch, if we don't come up with something soon, lets either put some arsenic in her gin or just take the fuck off on our own."
"The hell we will," replied her sister, the anger rising in her. "That bitch turned us into a pair of real freaks and almost whipped the hide off us. I've been whipped, spanked, hung up like a side of beef, raped, forced to suck cocks, given enemas with nearly boiling water, sucked her ass, and that's only for openers. I'm not cutting out until I've paid her back with interest."
The two girls fell silent as a greasy bartender with long shaggy hair approached them with the scotches and water they had ordered. Shit, thought Yvonne, he looked more like some kind of sewer rat than a human.
Tracy caught the eye of a man who had been scrutinizing them since they had entered with more than the looks of stupid lust that the others surveyed them with. There seemed to be an aura of knowledge and command to him, and his look seemed to state that he understood about them. It made Tracy a bit uneasy and at the same time excited to imagine that he could gaze right through them and fathom their secrets. But that was the way he impressed her. He was tall, rough looking, dressed similar to a motorcycle outlaw but more expensively clothed in imitation of the style rather than actually wearing the smelly rags of a biker. His hair was shoulder length, very black as were his eyes under shaggy black brows that approached one another in wolfish wisps and spirals of hair rising from them. Tracy had not seen such eyebrows before. He had a tattoo of a centaur on his forearm. Heavy thatches of hair were visible on his chest under his half open jacket. He was drinking with a few friends who seemed to be the type who followed his lead rather than men who were his equals. He looked quite cruel, and very powerful.
Tracy thrilled to his notice of her. She raised her glass in salute to him and drained it down. He responded by draining his own drink.
Yvonne noticed her sister eyeing the stranger and being explored in return. She felt a twinge of jealousy and a premonition of fear.
"Tracy, he looks more dangerous than Catherine. What the hell do we want to get involved with someone like that for? Why not look for someone we could handle, some freak who wants to get his ass beaten by girls and would be an obedient slave who could follow orders."
Tracy laughed. "The only trouble is that we've a whole house full of types like that. Our asshole daddy is the prime example. What the hell could a prick who wants to get his tail whipped off do for us? No doll, we need someone with a bit of tiger blood in him. We need a wolf like Catherine, not a sheep like Daddy."
The man rose from his table and began to approach him. Tracy observed that he did not even bother to glance at his friends as he left them, as if they were inferior beings to whom he did not owe the customary courtesies. Tracy considered it a good sign.
He sat down at their table. He did not ask for permission. This impressed Tracy and confirmed her already formed opinion. He ran his eyes up and down the two sisters once more appraising them in the manner of a connoisseur examining a rare object that he considered for his collection. His close order examination seemed to confirm his own appreciation of them.
Very coolly, as if not asking anything special, he questioned Tracy, "Do you enjoy being whipped more than whipping others?"
Yvonne gasped in shock at his insight and impertinence. She almost choked with the surprise of his query. She knocked over her glass which was fortunately empty.
Tracy smiled with the innocence of a child. "What a ridiculous thing to say," she countered him, her voice collected and flippant. "Do you know the type of people who go in for that sort of thing?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief and promise.
The stranger continued with the game they were now playing. "As your friend here sits with her beautiful legs crossed, there are a few rather faint but none the less quite discernible and easy to analyze marks showing past the bottom of her pants which have been pulled back along her right thigh. Those are strap marks. Just the edge of them are showing, but it is quite apparent to an experienced eye."
Yvonne almost fell off her chair. She hastily uncrossed her legs and pulled at the bottom of her hot pants. Tracy almost doubled up with laughter at her sudden panic.
The stranger turned back to her with a measured look in his face that sent a shiver through her.
"Did I say something amusing? Do you think it polite to laugh at a stranger who is seeking to discover a few facts concerning two very unusual young ladies? Or are you laughing at your friend. That would not be a kind thing at all. Did you provide her with those markings she is so embarrassed by? Perhaps you also have cause for embarrassment. If you would not mind, I would care to have a look at the soft white texture of your own shapely bottom."
Now it was Tracy's turn to be nonplussed. She turned white with shock and rage. She raised her hand to slap out at the man who had insulted her, but he reached out with an effortless motion and caught her wrist in a viselike grip.
"Don't do that."
His voice was cold and hard as ice. Tracy knew that she would have to obey a voice with that much menace in it. She looked around. The riffraff and freaks infesting The Funky were staring at them. She felt uneasy, shaky with apprehension. This was not turning out as she had hoped it would. She did not like the way it was going, and could not tolerate or control the situation that it was developing into.
The man repeated his inquiry which was now phrased as a demand.
"Show me your bottom."
Tracy looked about her. Everyone was staring. Yvonne held her face low, her eyes downcast, seemingly staring at the floor as if nothing were occurring around her. Tracy felt completely isolated and helpless. Nobody would aid her. How had she put herself into such a situation.
The stranger whose name she did not even know stood her up. She felt numb with shock and fear. The cold menace of this strange and willful man had bereft her of her will. Her body obeyed his commands. A smile acknowledged her compliance.
"Very good, much better. Now, pull down your stylish hotpants and bend over the table so that I can inspect you." His voice seemed to be coming to her from great distance away.
She knew that her hands were obeying his commands. She saw herself pulling down her shorts as if she were a robot programmed to follow input information. She seemed to be outside her body observing the actions of a distant stranger. The calm appraising voice ordered her and she obeyed. Had Catherine quelled her will to such an extent? She had come to this freak house seeking an ally. Had she discovered yet another master?
She snapped out of her drifting to discover that she was bent over the table. Her pants were off, her ass was naked before the evil staring eyes that devoured the spectacle she presented. They had clustered about her, their rancid appearance increased when they massed together. It was the same as a pack of vultures appraising a kill. The stranger still calmly regarded her with his menacing and hungry gaze. Her sister Yvonne sat in her chair as though melting into the floor, silent tears trickling from her lowered eyes.
The man reached out and ran a hard hand over her ass, inspecting the texture of the creamy expanse and the cruel marrings etched into it.
Tracy snapped out of her trance of apathy as a probing finger bit at her puckered mouth of her sweet ass opening and the hoarse breathing of the silent pack was broken by the first shouts of obscene encouragement. With one motion she upset the table, spilling the bastard on his ass. She yanked Yvonne to her feet and broke for the entrance to the place, confident of herself once more and relishing the look on her tormentor's smug face as the chair had gone out from under him and he had toppled to the floor. In another moment she had bulled her way through the astonished throng without anyone trying to stop her. But even as she felt that she might make it, she suddenly realized that she was stark naked from the waist down. Her hotpants had been left behind. In that moment of indecision everything turned against her, although she really had no chance at all, and the wolfish sadist came tearing up and through the pack and at her. He grabbed the two girls in powerful hands, twisted them down against a table, pulled Yvonne away from Tracy and cast her to the freak pack with swift motions that were effortless and economic of effort. As Tracy tried to slip away under his arm he dropped his hand and slapped her across the breasts with a terrifyingly skillful movement, slamming her across the table stunned and helpless. The last thing she saw was his hand rising in a measured professional way before it slammed down at her. A skilled slash across her throat laid her out unconscious on the floor.
He turned to the screaming Yvonne stripped naked and pinned to a table by a howling mass of cruel warped leather people. A dyke gnawed at her tits and one of the men had his fly open and was trying to stuff his cock into her mouth. Another fumbled at her cunt. With a few strides the stranger was among them, scattering them from her with a few swift pushes that were not resisted. Yvonne had a few seconds to feel impressed by his command of them, and to fear his intentions, and then she too went unconscious under his skilled hands.
CHAPTER FIVE
Catherine checked her watch one more time. Two hours, those bitches were two hours late returning! They had been allowed out for the first time since the beginning of final training and this was the way they repaid her kindness. Perhaps they were not returning at all. It would be one hell of a bother to track them down and get them back. Leniency never paid.
Catherine vented her wrath on the naked body saying from wrist cuffs before her, the boyish soft body of little John. She ran her cigarette up and down the taut contours of his torso. The sheen of sweat covering him in the heat as he hung in his torture somewhat shielded him from the effect of the scorching heat. She ground it out on his nipple, as she had ground out several others in his armpits and in the crevice of his ass. He kicked about as he had before, with considerably less energy than he had displayed an hour ago. The used sanitary napkins stuffed in his mouth prevented his screams from annoying Catherine.
John could not understand why she was so cruel to him at times, when he had become her favorite slave and would do anything for her. His dry mouth could still taste her ass which he had sucked for a full hour in the enthusiastic manner that she so enjoyed. His ass was throbbing with the pain of the leather strap she had applied to it as he wiggled his behind and rose to met her blows, helping her to give him the most efficient possible beating. Willingly he had danced about with the oversize vibrator churning away up his torn open asshole as Catherine whipped his thighs with the bamboo cane. Nevertheless he was now suffering the kiss of fire which he so feared and hated.
Catherine ran her hand through his dank blond locks. She slapped his tear streaked whining face back and forth, the heat rising in her once more as his cheeks colored under her relentless steady slapping.
The sear marks on his ass crack were especially sensitive to her vicious efforts as she ran her sharpened nails along the soft creased tissue. She probed at the well used portal of his much raped asshole with a long thin dildo covered with studs and ridges designed to intensify the reaming out of a hot juicy cunt, but not to swish away inside the tight fit of a sensitive bottom sheath. She slowly drove it up the tight resisting tail tunnel, enjoying vastly the struggle to shove it up him in spite of his wild kicking and threshing. When it was a few inches in she had the leverage to shove it all the way up in a few violent efforts, that drove the tortured boy unconscious. The twisting grinding movements in his ass brought him around again. His well formed but still developing organ raised itself slowly to full erection as the burrowing burning thing worked at his inner recesses and Catherine's free hands generated heat and oil in his balls. His young boy's sacs filled and tightened, he spurted out a modest shoot that splattered in little puddles against the wall, which bore the stains of other similar happenings on other days.
Her efforts removed the girls from Catherine's mind, but she would have been ecstatic had she been able to fathom what had happened to them for the past several hours. They were not enjoying their first day out on the street very much. They had awakened in an apartment, that of the dangerous stranger who had clobbered them in that freaky bar and taken them off with him. Before long they were quite rueful indeed.
He was typically silent and spoke in his actions rather than his words. He hardly acknowledged their entreaties or arguments or pleadings, carrying on his preparations calmly and precisely. When ready he took the two girls into the kitchen and bound them over the table in a 69 position. Viciously tight cords held them painfully close together.
"Let us go, you son of a bitch," Tracy snarled.
She yelped as a heavy hand slammed across her upturned bottom.
"Quiet, girl, show some appreciation over the fact that I've given you the top position." His hand came down in rapid fire staccato flurry of blows.
Tracy moaned under the brutal volley, burying her face in Yvonne's muff to stifle her screams. It was not an altogether unpleasant situation, the spanking was rather stimulating with her writhing body bound tight against the warm flesh of her sister and her mouth pressed to the pungent recesses with her tongue and began to work her tongue about slowly lapping the inner lips of Yvonne's hot box in circular sweepings that raised the temperature of her sister's snatch considerably. Tracy felt the sweet sensation of Yvonne's moist tongue reciprocating as her sister raised up her face and burrowed into Tracy.
Scornful laughter hooted the stranger's victory. "I knew I was right about you two," he gloated, "he waved their I D papers from their bags at them. "You're sisters, Tracy and Yvonne Anderson, a good American name, that. But you're lovers as well, you little cunt lappers. Well enjoy yourselves, have a good taste of each other, since you might be here for some while. I don't mind a little incest as long as you keep it in the family."
Tracy winced visibly upon hearing that old joke. Suddenly she realized what it would mean to stay with him for any considerable period of time. They were already several hours late, and Catherine would have their asses for it.
"Hey, look fella, I know you have a lot of fun and games planned for us, and don't mind playing them. But if we're here much longer we're going to be in serious trouble. Please let us go, and we can make this scene again some time."
Yvonne nodded her approval of her sister's proposal.
He did not refuse their request point-blank with a few blows thrown in for emphasize as Tracy had suspected. Instead he quietly sat down and listened while Tracy related their history to him, or at least their recent history, explaining the circumstances of Phillip Amberson's marriage to Catherine, and how she had submitted all of the children to her regime of discipline and sexual torture. Yvonne added a few details to her narrative. It took little more than a quarter of an hour to tell the whole thing, and the reactions of their listener gave Tracy the hope that after all he might be what she was looking for. He could be a cruel master, but he was a man and her hot juicy cunt could keep him in line to a certain extent. In any events, she might get her vengeance on Catherine and her fucking assistant, Ursula.
He seemed to be reading her thoughts. An amused smile played about his lips as he affectionately patted Tracy's ass.
A very interesting story," he commented. "Not entirely an unfamiliar one to people of our type. I could help you obtain your revenge if I felt inclined. A turning of the tables is what you're seeking, and I'm the boy that could provide it. Of course, that would depend on how close and friendly the three of us could become." As he spoke his fingers thrust up Tracy's tight ass, and twisted playfully about in that tight pocket, causing her magnificently mounded behind to roll its fatted tissues about as if the flesh were jello shimmering in a bowl. The rolling about of her ample flesh aroused the stranger, and he began once more to spank Tracy's ass in a rhythmic way. Anxious to please him Tracy rolled her hips to help him find his target and went back to the pleasant cunt sucking of her sister. She was swiftly rewarded by the probe of Yvonne's long pointed tongue in her own gash, and they continued in this delightful way for several minutes. As they orgasmed together, filling one another's eager mouths with their ample discharges of pussy juice, the spanking rose to a wild crescendo that pumped blond Tracy's ass up and down as her hillocks turned a bright shade of crimson under his pounding. He knotted his powerful fists and rained hammer blows down on the tender meat that smashed the breath out of Yvonne pinned under her sisters bulk. Yvonne caught a wild spray of sex nectar in her mouth as her sister came again inspired by the brutal treatment. The brute rubbed her nose into Tracy's wet gash, the damp thatches of hair tickled her face. Her nostrils filled with the fine heavy scent of Tracy's pussy.
"What the fuck is your name anyway?" asked Tracy, finally realizing that she did not yet know it.
"Jefferson Diamond, at your service, bitch," was the answer.
This was followed by a wild fusillade of can breaking blows with a heavy strap almost a half inch thick and three inches wide, a hand worked instrument of heavy coarse leather designed for punishment rather than as an item of approval. The strap smashed into Tracy's ass raising shrill screams of agony from her interspaced with the wild hysterical shriekings of her sister whose face was buried in the tender crotch of the whipped girl and thus in the path of the terrible instrument. Every single blow seemed to be descending into the vulnerable face of poor Yvonne following the lethal leather ass breaker with staring eyes too terrified to even close them. She was in no real danger however as the mass of the battered body of her loving sister above her protected her from any danger.
Jefferson tired of his sport. He threw the strap away and ran his hand none too gently over the bloodied buttocks of Tracy. He tweaked the nose of her frightened sister and wiped at the tear steaks on Yvonne's face. He opened the fly of his black leather bell bottoms and let loose an enormous tool heavy and full with desire, the purple head pointing like a cannon at Yvonne's face. He had a triple playground spread before him, the two delightful body holes of Tracy and the equally enticing mouth of her sister. The 69 position he had bound the two of them in offered unlimited pleasures.
"Where do I go first my little darlings," he taunted.
The hot head of the heavily veined tool brushed Yvonne's mouth, bounced along Tracy's sore ass line. The presence of the huge thing got to kinky little Yvonne and turned her on. She opened wide her mouth, eager to take it in. She generated saliva and ran her tongue all around her lips in an unmistakable way. Jefferson laughed triumphantly, and ran his cock around the edges of Yvonne's lips, soaking up her saliva. Yvonne stuck her tongue out against it, licked the hot head, probed at the opening in the tip of it. She raised her face up to receive it, and at this invitation Diamond suddenly plunged the oversize shaft into the asshole of Tracy. The suffering blond screamed in surprise and agony as the clublike tool plowed into her without the slightest hint of this intention or any preparations to ease the passage of it into her tight rear portal.
"You fucking bastard," screamed Yvonne at this unexpected treachery, but this was as far as she got as Jefferson pressed down hard, increasing the force of the weight pinning her down. This movement bounced his heavy balls against her face and she immediately seized this opportunity to get her own licks in. Diamond was delighted at this unexpected secondary pleasure, and the wild action of Yvonne's slopping tongue on his balls inspired him to redouble his driving lunges in the hot ass of Tracy. He plowed and pulled back, and slammed away for home plate. He felt the entire length of Tracy's anal passage grip him as tightly as a vise and half twist around within the structure of her flesh as he corkscrewed his movement into her. Tracy came in a screaming pain orgasm once more as the spurting gism splashed into her intestinal tubes. Her own spurting vaginal fluids bathed Yvonne's face which was already sticky with her sister's cunt come. Jefferson's nuts literally dripped saliva from Yvonne's loving ministrations.
This satisfied Jefferson for the time. He was debating the possibilities of a permanent relationship with the two wild and erotic sisters who so loved the sting of a master hand and might be able to administer as well as receive. If he was to take the two of them on he would have to help them with their own project, breaking the ass of their loving stepmother. But for the present no decision would have to be taken. The possibilities were intriguing, if the younger brothers and sister were anything similar to these two.
He showered the two of them in his magnificent sunken shower set into a solid marble floor with enough room for a half dozen to use it together a relaxing session over vodka martinis filled him in on further information concerning the home of the two blond sisters. He made arrangements to meet them in a somewhat higher level spot the following week, giving them his private phone number and a few sparse details concerning his own life. It was always his policy to know more about others than they ever knew about him. The session had been good, for the first time anyway. In the weeks ahead they could get down to the advanced routines the games that blew minds and turned bodies every way but inside out. Tracy in her own way felt triumphant and satisfied.. She had been on the receiving end of the worst of the treatment, but she had enjoyed most of it, and there were no permanent injuries provided her asshole remained in its natural position, which might not be the case the way it felt. But she had met a strong sadistic bastard who was a match for Catherine and might be persuaded to help break her overbearing bitch stepmother's haughty ass. Already Tracy was enjoying the fantasies of the things she very soon actually might be doing to Catherine. And she was not forgetting Ursula.
Sounds of agony resounded through the vast Amberson home. The two sisters were now several hours late and the offense was being punished on the bodies of their family. Catherine sat on Phillip's head, squishy sucking sounds emanating from under the soft ivory expanse of her bottom as the gasping half-choked man sucked and lapped away at her asshole with the brown stained tongue. The long two thronged oxhide whip she held lashed out lazily at unpredictable times at the dangling bloodied body of Allen. A criss-cross network of long welts marked him from neck to ankles as his inhuman torture whipped the tender and highly vulnerable front of his body. He screamed incessantly with the pain as the welts dripped small runnings of blood along their torn furrows. Occasionally Catherine reached down for her husbands genitals with her free hand to squeeze his balls or slap back and forth his half erect penis. How his body quivered when she did this to him.
Ursula worked on the other two, tied into balls on the dungeon like floor of the cellar helpless to escape her fury or even try to cover their vulnerable parts. She strode about, her long hair flashing as she snapped round on her heels resembling some cruel goddess of domination. The saddle straps between the legs of the two young teens dug into their genitals, Julie felt as if her cunt were being split in two and the lip of her ass sheath ripped apart. For John it was worse as the thin leather strap cut into him with the sharp tear of a metal wire, right between his two balls, and wrapped fiendishly around the shaft of his tool, almost cutting it apart. The cat o'nine tails fell upon their writhing bodies again and again and again. Drops of pussy fluid fell upon John's face as Ursula fingered herself with the sadistic pleasure of the torture she inflicted upon them. The thought of what she do to the other two when and if they returned filled her with fantastic visions of inhuman torment. God, she would whip them raw, skin them alive, the two of them. This reveries was suddenly interrupted by sounds from upstairs and two new voices mixed with the angered shouting of Catherine. She felt her thighs go warm, it was them, they had finally returned almost six hours late. Shit, they were in for it.
Catherine strode angrily about, her vicious eyes literally flaming with insane fury. Tracy and Yvonne had never seen her this way before, even though her hair-trigger temper could be set off by the most trivial of errors. Their recently acquired confidence and bravado disappeared before her mounting wrath. Their throats were dry with sheer terror.
Catherine lashed out with her whip. The two headed ripper slashed across Yvonne's breasts, tearing away the thin cloth of her blouse, slashing two bloody welts across them. Yvonne screamed and her hands instinctively moved to protect her tender globes. As she lifted her arms Catherine caught her with a whip lash that wrapped around her legs below her shorts, spilling her on the floor.
"Where the fucking hell have you two been," she demanded. "You better have a good reason for being back here six hours late."
Terrified at Catherine's rage which might inflict terrible things upon his two daughters, Phillip made the mistake of speaking at that moment. He thought he might calm her, but instead turned her inflamed temper upon himself.
"You dirty inferior fucking little worm. I'll teach you to interfere with me you bootlicking queer. "Her whip sang savagely as she whipped his chest to bloody pieces. Bits of skin were torn away from his bleeding torso as she slashed him to torn and groveling fragments. He fell to his knees begging for mercy. Tracy and Yvonne cowered against the wall terrified at this display of fury. She might turn back to them at any moment. She could kill them in the state of insane rage she was in. Tracy could see but one possibility of a way for them to escape severe punishment. She dropped her hot pants and revealed to Catherine her swollen battered tail.
"This is why we were late," she shouted frantically. "We ran into this guy in a bar, a place called The Funky, full of weirdos and fags. We shouldn't have gone there, but we just wanted to see what it was like. Anyway, we were attacked by this big bastard in leather and some others, and... " Catherine halted Tracy's frantic account with a blow across her breasts, but not to severe a blow.
"Hold it, start again at the beginning. Take it slow baby, I've got the time. I want every detail and it better be the truth. "Her voice was harsh with sheer menacing sadism. Tracy felt the half remembered sweetness of hope. She began to relate the incidents that had occurred to them, speaking slowly, remembering the details. For her own purposes she embellished upon the atrocities that had been committed against them, emphasizing the sex humiliation, knowing the things that Catherine and Ursula would enjoy hearing. She added little touches, but distorted her account of Jefferson Diamond so that Catherine could not possibly suspect that the two warped sisters had enjoyed their session with him and had formed a relationship with the handsome sadist. She detailed his wolfish and savage appearance without mentioning his sex appeal and domineering presence. She pretended to hate and fear him, and hyped up the details of the sixty-nine games he had forced them to play so that Catherine was quite turned on by her account and her mood changed gradually toward a sexual arousement rather than blood lust. Tracy could see her anger diminishing. Catherine was quite calm by the time Tracy had finished.
She caressed Tracy's tits. Her fingers probed under the tear in Tracy's blouse.
"Hasn't mommy warned you to beware of strangers, sugar?" she cooed.
Tracy smiled at her sickening baby talk. She was now in a good mood and her wrath would not fall with all of its inhuman torture upon the two sisters. Tracy acknowledged her appreciation of Catherine's leniency and fairness. She smiled back at Catherine with shy yet wanton appreciation and love. Catherine traced the pattern of ridged swollen welts along her bottom in a playful manner with the shaft of her whip. Tracy rubbed her aching flesh against the whip.
"Come along baby," ordered Catherine taking her hand. She led the unprotesting girl upstairs to her bedroom. She kicked Phillip in the balls as she passed close by him. He rolled about in a quivering pain-wracked heap on the floor.
Tracy thought that she hardly cared over the pain of her own father. How these months had changed her.
Yvonne scarcely even noticed her father's agony. Ursula had plans for her in the cellar. Her only concern as she was firmly guided down those ominous stairs to the torture chamber was rather whether Ursula intended to ball her or break her. Perhaps both, she certainly hoped not.
CHAPTER SIX
Catherine spit into the mouth of the cowering boy, a full heavy gob right into his open, nauseated mouth. His throat was dry with the sick unbearable loathing of this latest atrocity. The boy was Allen, dressed in the clothing of a girl, or more precisely in a transvestite's garish and campy travesty of a girl's clothing. His short, bright red miniskirt barely covered the black net open crotch panties he wore. Foam rubber falsies had been stuffed into the halter that barely concealed the whip patterns on his torso. The inner surface of the cruel falsies pressed sharp pins into his chest, trickles of blood ran down his hairless belly that had been scraped raw with the bristles of a toilet cleaning brush. His ass had been scraped and scratched to a bloody shambles with this brush and the long pins thrust and bent into the plumpest sections of his bottom sent sharp stabbing pains through him that had him ever on the verge of wild hysterical screams of agony that would only have brought on further torture. He knelt before Catherine, whipped, scraped, his flesh pierced with points and pins, blood running down his body under his girlish garments mixed with cascades of that odorous sweat that denotes fear and physical suffering, accepting the gobs of spit that were spat into his gaping mouth. He felt sicker and more miserable than he had ever believed possible.
Catherine sat upon John's face as she tortured and debased his brother. John was not thinking of Allen's suffering, he was too occupied with the task of not for one second ceasing to lick the inside of Catherine's tasty ass. As he lapped at the spicy purple brown cave she writhed and wiggled about on his tightly smothered face, cutting off his air until he was half fainting, pressing his nose with the tight clamp of her two ass cheeks until he thought it would burst, rubbing incessantly back and forth across his face.
She pulled Allen's head down against the floor and rubbed his face into the dust. Her foot ground his neck into the hard floor. She tore a tuft of his hair loose as he screamed for mercy.
Tracy hated to see this horror being perpetrated upon her brothers, it was beyond all the bounds. Even if John enjoyed doing these things, Allen was suffering the tortures of the damned. Her own body bore the marks of a fresh application of a tawse all along her back and soft posteriors. But for the past week she had been especially subservient and loving with Catherine and Ursula, literally licking their damned crotches raw, taking the dildo fucking from both of them together, the two long rubber tools strapped on the witch women reaming her mercilessly as they fucked her together, front and back. And the shows she and Yvonne had put on for them, playing 69 together with the finale of simultaneously drinking each others piss.
But all had proven worthwhile, once more she was favored by the black-haired she-devil and that very day would be allowed out with Yvonne. Yvonne at that moment came down the stairs from her room, tenderly rubbing at her breasts which had been used for pin cushions by the evil Ursula who could even outdo Catherine at times in the fiendishness of her conceptions.
Tracy tenderly embraced her sister who looked as if she were about to break into tears at the plight of her brothers. Yvonne still had a sensitive core to her and could not always display the outward callousness and brutality that would keep her out of trouble.
"We're going out into the world baby," Tracy cooed to her. She grasped her sister's buttocks and drew her tight to her tits, caressing her wonderful ass. Yvonne winced slightly from the pain still present in her breasts.
"Don't be home late again," admonished Catherine, busily jacking off Allen, much to his displeasure in the sensitivity imparted to his agonized bottom.
"I promise you we'll be home on time, Catherine." Tracy was hasty and energetic in her reassurances, she did not want to miss out on her foray outside at this last minute.
She bent over and sucked the heavy tip of Catherine's massive tit. Her lips worked it back and forth sending the familiar hardening sex thrill through it. Catherine smiled at her girl slave and tapped her affectionately along her thigh.
"Let's have a session tonight," she proposed. "The three of us should prove interesting. A few new games I've devised should make it an interesting party."
Shit, thought Yvonne, after the session Jefferson was likely to put them through, all they needed was one with Catherine.
But Tracy was more than convincing in her enthusiastic reception of this.
"Three is company but four is a party. Why not get Ursula into this as well?"
Catherine was more than surprised to hear this from Tracy. It filled her with satisfaction to know that the girl was so hot on the wild slavery games she played with Catherine that she even desired to increase the intensity of them with Ursula's savage presence. God, what a session it would be.
Catherine slammed her across the tail. "All right girl, you've got yourself a party. Now get your hot cock hungry asses out that door. Be sure the two of you are back on time, and not too banged up to make the scene tonight. And you're going to tell me all the pleasant details."
They were out the door in a flash and soon walking down the streets of downtown Los Angeles after finding a parking place for the car they had been allowed to take with them this time. They had gotten out and away earlier this day. A call to Jefferson Diamond's private number luckily reached him and so the day was set.
Among the things that were accomplished during the course of the orgy that followed was the enlisting of Diamond's promise to help them get their bloody vengeance in exchange for their commitment to him as slaves. But this part of the days happenings was not related to Catherine and Ursula that night as Tracy knelt naked on the floor before them telling of the orgy they had enjoyed. She changed the name and characteristics of the man they had balled with but otherwise kept the details straight as she hand-jobbed herself while telling the two women what had occurred.
Yvonne sat upon Ursula's lap all during the description, listening ardently to the account which was rousing the way Tracy told it, even though she had been one of the participants. It was difficult not to be aroused in any event for Ursula had a dildo strapped on and buried in the spacious recesses of Yvonne's cunt, sliding and turning around and around.
"We met this guy, Harry, in a bar," related Tracy. "He took us to his place and we had drinks. It was a classy pad, and the walls were covered with sadistic artwork, beautiful women having their tails whipped off and the like. Blonde goddesses administering punishment to slavish men groveling at their feet. And he had photos as well, photos he had taken of his own slaves accepting punishments at his hands, sucking his hard massive penis. Oh, fucking shit, how it turned me on.
"His hands were all over Yvonne, he stripped her to the waist and thrust his hand down the front of her pants, deep down into them, and ran his hand all around in there, digging into the soft, well-stretched sex box between her legs. He finger-fucked her and toyed with her stiffened clitoris. He pulled down her pants and marveled at the beautiful half-vanished whip marks on her ass. He stripped me too. My thighs turned hot and my juices began to flow as he moved three fingers inside me, in my wet, warm bitches pussy that has been whipped and reamed and fucked with dildoes and candles.
"Candles, he shoved one up my ass. Two inches thick and a foot long, and he buried two-thirds of it up the length of my well-enlarged anus which you two have done so much to that it is now several sizes larger than it used to be. He spun the candle around slowly, revolving it inside me. The feel of that waxy surface distending me as it twisted around, so fucking painful, and yet so exciting. And then he yanked it out of me, fast and hard in one movement. It felt as if the insides of my body had shifted. I screamed and he slapped me. He ordered me not to scream.
"He stuck the end of the candle browned with the fecal matter inside my body into Yvonne's mouth, stuck it viciously into her mouth, the smell almost making her sick and ordered her to lick the candle clean. And as she obeyed his command and slowly cleaned the candle inch by inch, he finger-jobbed her, his massive, long fingers sliding in and out of her. The filled-out inner and outer lips of her cunt door were crimson and shimmering with wetness in the lights, and the juice trickled out of her and her entire pelvis and belly rippled and showed the moving of her cunt tube inside her body as he more and more wildly slammed his fingers around in her.
"And then he tied us up. My hands were drawn up high behind my back, the pain needle-like in my arms. He tied Yvonne to a sofa with her legs across the arm of it raised high, her knees bent and her thighs spread wide apart. He shoved my face between her legs and ordered me to eat her out.
And I sucked at Yvonne's raw, fingered cunt, tasting the salty stickiness of her love nectar in my mouth as I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, but of course only achieving the shallow and never satisfactory penetration possible with the tongue. And I went on and on. And he whipped my ass with his strap, the tough leather biting into my soft behind, ripping first one cheek and then the other. And I came repeatedly as he whipped my ass while I sucked off Yvonne. And his strap moved up my back, higher and higher. Slash, slam, it wrapped around my shoulder biting as sharp as a knife, cutting into the inner softness of Yvonne's thighs. And she threw her head back and screamed as Harry whipped her spread wide thighs and my upper back and shoulders together. Her legs jerked spasmodically against the binding ropes as she had multiple orgasms and was whipped at the same time. And I chewed her pussy tissue as if I would devour her."
As she spoke, Tracy frigged away at herself. She pumped her massive tits with one hand and kicked her legs about in spastic jerks wiggling her battered ass against the hard floor to provoke the bloody welts that were staining the rug red, increasing the feeling of her hand-jobbing that went on and on. Her hand was drenched with juice as she jammed it into her stretchable cunt up to her wrist, hurting herself with this forced distension but not caring, past feeling pain, hearing the sound of her own voice as the sole sound in the world, aware only of the intense sensations of her body as she slammed away ceaselessly at herself, working her whole hand in and out, in and out, in and out, her being emptying out of her in a great flood every time her hand drew out.
"I sucked and chewed and was whipped and whipped. I felt crimson blood and cascades of water running down my flesh together. I passed out and fell on the floor.
"A terrible pain revived me. I was being pulled up into the air by my breasts and thighs. He had slung ropes between my thighs and over a pulley and tied thin cutting ropes around my breasts and was drawing me off the ground. The ropes between my legs slashed sharply into my cunt and asshole, almost pulling my crotch in two. My breasts swelled out into two distended sacs of crushed flesh filled with pressurized blood. They were turning purple with the action of the ropes cutting into them with the effect of tourniquets. Oh God, the pain, how terrible, how fucking wonderful. My nipples seemed to be a mile away as my breasts puffed out and the ropes shaped them into two hard, swollen, blood sausages. If not for the ropes tearing my crotch, my boobs would have been ripped off me. And I shrieked and screamed with all of my might. It seemed to be an eternity before he let me down."
John had sneaked to the door of Catherine's suite, his own door deliberately left unlocked by Catherine, who enjoyed being peeped upon by the bi-sexual beauty. He stood enraptured and enthralled by the fantastic story, his youthful tool hard as steel, veins knotted on it, jacking away as he listened.
"He finally let me down, it could have been a year later, it felt as if I had been up there for a year. My body snaked about on the floor in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure-pain, I had no control over it. Foam ran out of my mouth. My tits were purple, see the marks on them, the fucking rope marks will last for a week. And all the time Yvonne was yelling like a maniac. And then he went to work on her again. His cock was standing up straight as a flagpole, big as a fuckin' fire hydrant. And he rammed into Yvonne's pussy gaping wide in the spreading position she was bound in, he slammed it into her, 8 inches in one smashing push. God, how that purple headed thing went into her. And he fucked and fucked, fast as a machine, in and out, faster and faster, her belly dancing with the pounding of it. You could see her guts distending as it slammed into her. He fucked her unconscious, and kept gunning away at her until he shot his motherfuckin' load and it dried up and shrank and fell out of her, still a king size mother of a thing, but a lot smaller now. And that was it, except for me sucking it clean."
"Fucking shit, I can't take any more of this, come here you sweet bitch," screamed Catherine not even waiting for Tracy to rise but hurling off the bed at the masturbating girl. Catherine's own box was spurting juice just from listening to the horny details of her session with Harry, the weirdo who had picked up the two girls (actually Jefferson Diamond, a bastard to be reckoned with.) Tracy's entire body reeked of sex as she had literally handjived a pool of feminine fluid out of herself in the telling of her tale, and Catherine was ready to eat her alive.
Ursula threw Yvonne bodily onto the bed that Catherine had vacated and hurtled through the air with the grace of a cat to land on her.
"Oh my cruel evil darling, oh fuck me, fuck me, split me in half." Yvonne writhed with the abandon of a bitch in heat as the strapped on dildo once more tunneled into her well explored recesses. Ursula gave her a wild merry ride as she made the bed rock and the ceiling dance before Yvonne's glazed eyes.
Catherine buried her teeth in the soft boobs of her stepdaughter, Tracy, tasting the saltwater sweat sheening her flesh, chewing and tearing at the ample white mounds of mammary meat, her clawed fingers tearing furrows up and down the blond's back as they rolled over and over on the floor. Their orgasming cunts socked and rolled together, their heavy thatches of pubic hair tangling together as their threshing legs locked. Tracy arched her back and thrust her torso up, as blood spurted from deep animal bites of her sore tortured tits that were still discolored with an angry red glow and abnormally sensitive. She writhed and rolled about in a fit of total sexual madness as Catherine tore and ripped at her with wolfish savagery.
Yvonne was pulled over onto her belly by her own lesbian love partner. Ursula fucked her ass with the dildo, working it in gradually deeper and deeper, gyrating her hips in an ever increasing rate of rhythm, plowing the screaming victim of her cornholing into the gigantic bed.
John ran screaming into the room, horny beyond endurance, wanting to fuck, suck, anything with anybody. He leaped on the bed and sank his teeth into Ursula's ass, too maddened to realize what he was doing. Ursula went wild with excitement fucking away as the sharp teeth gnawed her ample tail globes.
"Get under me you wonderful little faggot, and find out what a real screwing is like. "She rolled over and off of Yvonne, and threw her brother face down on top of her, John's prick came up hard again as the hot white expanse of Yvonne's beautiful back and ass, and thighs burned against his skin. The sensation of his own sister under him was unbelievable, her ass was red hot from whippings and spanking and ridged with welts and slashlike whip cuts. Ursula threw herself on top of him, spreading wide the soft white ass cheeks with her hands and bulling the tip of her oversize dildo into the tender passage of his anus. And as she fucked away at his canhole he drove his small but well-formed cock into the well reamed out asshole of his sister who was the bottom slice of bread of the sex sandwich the three of them formed. The three-backed beast he thought, was ever a sight so wild as this.
"Shit, Tracy, will you look at that. What a magnificent piece of film this will make. I have to get this on tape." Catherine leaped up from her own two-backed tangle on the floor with Tracy and ran across the room to switch on her TV camera. The camera eye beamed down upon the rolling pumping mass of flesh formed by three sexed out s-m psychos, recording every wonderful detail onto the tapes of Catherine's closed circuit TV setup. It would be a groovy program to play back sometime.
A voice would have screamed in frustration and pain in the closet if the mouth that issued it forth had not been cruelly gagged with a spiked ball. Phillip Amberson moaned in agony and shifted about to ease the pain of the pins thrust deep into his ass which had been scorched with Catherine's cigarettes and whipped with a thin chain leash that at times was used to lead him about the house as if he were a dog. The chains binding and sending waves of pain through him due to the unnatural cramp of his position would not allow him much movement. The closet was a large one, suitable for the myriad punishments he suffered many times within its confining space. There were hooks in various positions and chains dangling from the walls. At times he was hung up in various imaginative and devilish suspensions to suffer away the night.
And he was suffering now. Oh my God, he thought, am I fallen so terribly low that I actually wish to be a participant in that orgy out there. These are my children being corrupted by the woman I brought home in my own corruptness to be mistress over me and force me to grovel in the slavish manner that I cannot live without before her booted feet. Is there nothing left untouched within me, any remaining trace of manhood, an ember of courage. Shit, is this nothing more than self-pity anyway. I would enjoy it if I were out there. Oooooohhh, this pain. My ass is on fire the burns on the skin and the pins stabbing agony into the deeper layers of my flesh. Whipping, scorching, and pins all together. It's the worst of all.
None of those in the room outside could know his thoughts or would care if they did. The orgy rose to new heights of imaginative perversity. The two sisters were bound together, their massive and shapely breasts mashed into one tight ball of flesh, as the two brutal dominatresses pounded their behinds with thick wooden poddies. Their wild cries of ecstasies became searing screams of pain as the massive paddles came slamming into the much abused ass cheeks of the two lover-sisters. Crack, crack, crack, the terrible sound of flesh being pounded by heavy instruments filled the air. John temporarily forgotten huddled in a corner watching the scene in a state of amazement playing with his depleted dick. He fingered his sore and abused asshole with his free hand, thrilling as he always did to the feel in the skin of his inner anus after a good fucking that he was sure must be the same as the feeling in a girl's box after she had been laid. I've been laid, he thought happily, laid as if I were a woman, and the joy of this thought send a glimmer of life into his limp member which gave a little kick as a surge of hardness built up in it once more.
The two tortured white bodies locked together as one unit of suffering, that had endured so much together, and so loved one another, spasmed in sheer agony as the paddles smashed their bottoms into oversize swollen purple melons. Their very minds were so filled with the sensation of pain that they literally were being brain-burned with anguish. On and on and on the pounding went. Piss splashed out of Yvonne and then ran down the thighs of Tracy as the two torturers literally pounded the piss out of them. This had happened to each once before, but never had they imagined suffering such as this. Finally Tracy held up the unconscious body of her sister, straining to maintain her standing under the dead weight of the unconscious girl. And then her own senses clouded and she fell into a deep silent black pit where no pain could get at her. The two wild-eyed women utterly mad with sex passion and pain lust pounded away at the fallen package of flesh for a long time, their blows falling upon Tracy's ass which shielded the battered tissues of her sister. When they ceased the behind of Tracy was so pumped out that the cleft of her ass was entirely concealed by swollen ridges of flesh that covered it. Catherine slammed her foot into the battered bloody pulp meat. The toe broke the skin as if it were turned brittle, blood oozed from the purple pulp. They were left there, that way, to waken late the following day to searing unendurable pain, that would turn even the mildest punishments on their cans into unendurable tortures for a month to come.
As they slept the sleep of the unconscious the two who had beaten them so mercilessly sat astride the body of young John, Catherine on his face and Ursula on his mouth. As he sucked Catherine while being fucked by Ursula the two of them spat into one another's face and savagely kneaded and squeezed each other's breasts. And so the orgy went on through the final act.
Yvonne and Tracy were obviously too badly battered to bear any more for a few days or to partake in any of the fun that offset the torture. Phillip needed his day of recovery to be fresh enough for the office so as not to exhibit signs of discomfort openly. The brunt fell upon the younger children the next few days.
Catherine loved working the Ambersons over in turn, turn and turn about, none of them knowing when they would face an unendurable session of maximum suffering. She made maximum use of the apparatus on them. Julie screamed through the long hours she spent on the rack, recounting over and over how she had sucked the cocks of her high school boyfriends, how much she enjoyed doing it, the names they called her in school. The vibrator jammed into her made a pattern visible through her thin belly as it shook away inside her. She screamed and begged as her arms and legs were stretched inch by inch to the peak of allowable tension prior to the tearing of her ligaments, and then she was allowed a measure of slack before the process began again. How she suffered and begged for release.
Her release consisted of a session in the chair of torment, a hard backed chair covered with sharp spikes that slowly pierced the skin of her ass and back with dozens of fiendish points. She sat in her blood and screamed as her tits were whipped, long red streaks marring them that faded fast and were replaced with other marks. Catherine flipped lighted cigarettes at her lap, her belly thighs and legs were soon covered with the red spots that bore evidence of hits upon her.
Will this suffering never end she thought miserably as she had many times before. Every day brought with it renewed torture. Her round and tender body was a mass of slowly fading scars that would be inexorably replaced by others. She gritted her teeth against the sharp pain as a match was tossed at her. It flickered for a second on her sweaty belly, then rolled off her and arced to the floor.
Catherine pulled her lustrous hair until it tugged at the girl's roots. She laughed and laughed triumphantly, slapping Julie's face back and forth, until her head danced under the flashing hands and the child's skull rang with the force of the cruel slap. Her cheeks turned crimson, thin trickles of blood ran from the corners of her mouth.
Ursula had tied the two brothers together for their punishment. Anguish flooded through their bodies as their welted asses ground into each other. Her whip slashed round and round the nude bodies crisscrossing up and down the crimsoned torsos, slashing scores of whip lines into the white muscular flesh. Salt rubbed into the welts revived them when they fainted. The statuesque torturess seized their cocks and viciously jacked them off, wiping her come filled hands clean on the faces of the tortured boys. She used the bound package of flesh as a punching bag, slamming hard fists into bruised stomachs and bellies, smashing into flesh already whip seared.
John spent more and more time in the clothing of a woman. Catherine trained him the mannerisms of a transvestite, the campy imitations of feminine manner and appearance that he would be forced to stay with all his life if she had her way. She kept vibrators and dildos in him most of the time now, his asshole permanently acquiring the elasticity of an often fucked orifice. She gave him enemas with almost boiling water and forced the agonized boy to play with himself while holding in the insistent flood that would always gush out of him before he had finished, covering his thighs with filth. He took showers in ice cold water, jerked off before his entire family, sank deeper and deeper into depravity and abnormal sexuality. He sucked Catherine or Ursula every day, then his sisters every day. Finally Ursula broke him into sucking the cock of his brother Allen, and this they found the most satisfactory game of all. They relented in the torture they inflicted on him and increased his quota of sex activities.
Tracy and Yvonne were mobile again a few days after their last crushing ordeal. Wait and see, bitch, thought Tracy. Our day is coming, and coming soon. Every deed of torture and degradation will be repaid. She rattled the chains that had been affixed to her arms and around her mammoth breasts. She squirmed in renewed agony as the horsehair lining of the torture panties that had been put on her scratched the raw swollen meat of her backside. John or Allen had to hold her down on the toilet seat those first few days after the ass smashing she had received whenever she had to take a shit. Catherine had laughed at the spectacle, the gruesome sport. She had been a bit repentant of her severity however and had sucked Tracy's cunt for two hours straight as a comfort, making her come again and again as the skilled mouth cleaned her out. Her chains pressing into her breasts and the fiery scratching of her panties reminded her at every step of what Catherine had done and would pay for. Her vengeance would be terrible when it came.
Yvonne too thought of vengeance and when the two of them were alone and sure that they were not under television surveillance they plotted together and thought of sadistic masterful Jefferson Diamond, the black knight who would aid them.
They were not often out of Diamond's mind either. He had passed their home a few times since their second meeting, a look at the castle he would storm when the time came. He thought of the two dominant beauties, Catherine and Ursula in his power, groveling before him, sucking his cock as he burned their tits with lighted cigars. He had never seen them but he had made inquiries and gotten a look at an old still photo of Catherine blowing a horse from the time she had been in pornographic movies. The knowledge of the limitless depths of her perversity and willingness to commit any sexual act filled him with excitement. The remembrance of the two blonde sisters who would also be his slaves, albeit willing slaves, filled him with more satisfaction. His time was coming. At the next orgy with the two of them he would formulate his strategy.
Tracy and Yvonne nursed their hurts in one another's arms. The intensity of their passionate lovemaking rose to new heights. They spent the nights locked in the head to foot position of sixty-nine. Saliva mingled ceaselessly with cunt nectar. They sucked and sucked. They licked every inch of one another, tenderly tongue washing the battered hillocks of their backsides. They gave one another air douches and enemas by blowing into each other, perfecting this difficult technique which required patient loving attention. They slow enemaed one another with their loving mouths and Catherine had them perform this service for her. They worked at her ass blowing air bubbles and pockets into her as she whipped Phillip's ass raw, and they dreamed of liberation from under her thumb and the terrible swift fury that would come down upon her.
The others as yet knew nothing of what was being set into motion. John was the willing mouth slave of Catherine, Phillip a broken shell of a man and a father, Allen and Julie still in the state of sheer terror as Catherine's cruel whims blew hot and cold, but caused severe pain even in her most lucid and lenient moments. None of them were dependable and so were better kept unaware. In addition, they resented the comparative freedom of the two eldest girls and the fact that at times they served as assistants to Catherine, exhibiting their own moments of cruelty in this service.
The days passed and Catherine set up a schedule allowing the two sisters complete freedom three days a week. The first day out again they met Jefferson.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Diamond savored his martini, his eyes taking in the breathtaking curves of the blonde beauties sitting in accustomed nudity on the sofa across from him. He would keep them naked as often as possible, he decided. The marks on their soft fleshy forms only enhanced the perfection of their curves. He hoped that the younger sister was developing along similar lines, and the boys would also prove interesting. He enjoyed the touch of a well-formed lad, the exquisite skin rippling with youthful muscles that took a lash so well. What a pleasure to spank a boy and then to screw him. He glanced down at the bulge in the crotch of his black leather slacks. He was always getting hard around these two.
Tracy drank her own drink down neatly, vodka straight. She had an interesting capacity for liquor. "Darling," she pouted, "we want to know if you really intend to help us or not. We've told you everything about our situation the last time we were here, as well as those times on the phone when we sneaked a call to you."
"No more calls," he interrupted. "If those two dragons catch you using the phone what will you tell them? Better not to have to invent a lie and risk giving yourselves away at this stage. A good master or mistress can usually read a slave's face quite easily."
"We're not her goddamn slaves," Yvonne snarled.
Diamond laughed. "What do you call it then? You leave when and if she gives you permission and she tears your butts off for kicks. That vault you live in is sealed up tight as a fort most of the time. That, my darlings, defines slavery."
"I wouldn't mind having a slave or two myself," mused Tracy. "What could you do for me along those lines, sugar man?" She ran her hand sensuously along the silken skin around her pubic thatch, toying at herself with her fingertips.
"That is one of the details we are here to discuss. I'm not socking it to you this session due to that. Be advised, I'm storing it up for future reference though."
Tracy spoke for the two sisters, the dominant of the pair in love and war. "Fine by me, but let's sketch out a few things now. Will you be able to handle the two of them without any assistance except ours?"
"Should be no problem if there are no aces up their sleeves that could break up the game. To be specific, do they have a gun?"
"None that I know of. Our asshole father never owned a piece and I don't think either of them brought one when they moved in. Those punks that fucked and beat the shit out of us for Catherine's birthday party haven't been by again either. I don't think there will be any problems in that department."
"Then the only thing left to us is to plan how and when to pull it off. I don't want anything sloppy going on, such as attempted breaking and entering. They wouldn't call the fuzz and I could get in, but it is messy. I don't want the two of you trying to grab the keys from the inside and unlock the dungeon for me. I'm going to use the simplest possible method of entering without violence. I'm going to show up at the front door, with false police credentials, at a time when the two of them are without the presence of your father as a door attendant to talk to me. This will throw them into a real shit-fit. I imagine that Catherine will let me in and try to bluff out whatever the problem is, with Ursula hiding somewhere. You told me she had legal problems somewhere. I'll punch out Lady Catherine, you two step in, we punch out Ursula, end of the whole thing in one minute flat maybe. I foresee no fucking problems at all. They have to let me in and once inside I am the master of all I survey."
He pulled Tracy across to him and rolled on top of her. His fly was open in a trice and his hard shaft smoothly socked it to her. He rode her gently for once, the way a straight lover would. It made a pleasant change from what she was accustomed to. He had enough left after this to give her sister an identical if not so exuberant treat.
Diamond left one detail out of the planning session, the date of his descent upon Amberson house. An ounce of precaution was still worth gold. When it came down to it, who could you trust?
Catherine and Ursula were surprised and disappointed to discover at that night's party that the two sisters had indulged themselves in straight sex with some dude and had not a single mark on their bodies in excess of those they bore when they had ventured forth. They took out their wrath in the way they knew best, with the sting of the whip. The two blondes danced wildly under the slashing whips that tore them. They were whipped unconscious and left in their own blood and sweat. These were not too severe whippings however and they healed rapidly. Their bodies had become accustomed to punishment.
A new phase of John's training alarmed the girls in the next few days, presenting a danger to their plans. Catherine wanted John to become a cocksucker of repute and expertise. The sessions with his brother were not enough to keep him in training. She began to bring around one or two of the guys who had fucked the Ambersons those many months ago at Catherine's birthday celebration. The presence of these hard young bastards in the house at unpredictable times presented a very real threat.
Jefferson found out about it the next time he talked to the two sisters, but it did not faze him. It would merely call for a bit of extra attention to planning. He would have the house under surveillance for a sufficient time on his day of assault to ascertain the exact situation and would know who was present. It was ridiculous of the two of them to think he could be caught unprepared for any eventuality.
John spent more and more time each day as a fag. He was dressed all of the time now as a girl. The big-cocked studs worked their tools around for hours in his mouth and asshole, spanking and whipping him the way they beat their girls. He loved every second of it, moaning in ecstasy just like a young cunt in heat. He would come in his black lace panties as hot sperm filled his mouth and covered his lips with a thick white foam. It ran down his chin and throat, trickled over his budding breasts which Ursula began to treat each day with special hormone shots that week by week added girlish contours to his bust. His beard had not begun to come in and now possibly never would, his ass was already shaped the way a girl's was. With new breasts amplified by implant surgery he would be a wonderful transvestite, a girl with a cock.
A few weeks went by in this way. Catherine concentrated her attention upon the boy. In all her years of orgying, perversion, and domination of others this had been her secret dream, to absolutely own a young boy body and soul so that she could mold him into a feminized slave who would belong to her always. She stood naked a few feet from him as her hired help fucked his ass or received blow-jobs from him, fingering her excited clit, her juice running down her sweaty thighs. She sucked the cocks of the guys who fucked him, savoring the taste of his ravaged bottom on their tools. She licked John's ass as he sucked their large tools, jerking him off as she reamed him. She drank the hot liquid out of his mouth and her hired studs drank it out of her mouth. She strapped on the dildo when they were alone and subjected John to prolonged ass rapes that had him screaming from the friction. His bottom acquired a persistent crimson hue from all of the paddling on his backside. He was in constant ecstasy.
Phillip accepted this new level of debasement of his youngest child with the numbed and emasculated indifference he now showed to everything except his sessions with Catherine which were becoming rarer as she developed a total contempt for his sniveling cowardice. Even for a slave he was a baby. Ursula began to spend more of her own attention upon him, concentrating on dildo torture. He spent hours writhing on a chair with her dong shoved up his can as she whipped pretty patterns into his chest. She wrote obscenities all over him in indelible ink that lasted for weeks, and tried out most of these on him. She taught him to belly dance with her dildo coated in Vaseline up his heated bottom, watching him jerk off as he danced singing self-abuse lyrics.
Julie and Allen drew close to one another and formed a unity to give one another strength and comfort. Soon they were fucking each other regularly, spurred on by Catherine and Ursula who found it totally amusing that four of the Amberson kids had become lovers. The two were locked together in the cellar cell for an extended honeymoon, forced to perform on the television for the amusement of their mistresses.
Yvonne and Tracy went their own way now to a greater extent. The plight of their brother filled them with anguish but at the same time it was exciting to imagine what he would turn out as, when his feminizing program was complete. He would certainly be entertaining in all sorts of ways. As for the relationship between Julie and Allen, this would strengthen the two of them and provide the common denominator that had been missing in the family for a long time. They were now just like Tracy and Yvonne. Their father was an object of growing contempt to the two girls and would never under any circumstances be provided with any authority in the family once Catherine had been deposed.
Diamond would not name a date for his takeover except to assure the sisters that it would be very soon. He became even more masterful at their sessions as they strove to please him so as to insure his promised aid. He took advantage of them to the ultimate limit. They groveled at his feet, licking his boots, thighs, balls, and cock. It was indeed a fantastic experience to be ball-licked by the two of them together, the two wet wild tongues lapping against one another over the sweep of his nuts. He petted the blonde heaps of hair and thrust his hard vibrant cock into first one hungry mouth and then the other. They loved being his slave girls.
His straps and whips also caressed their bodies many times. They lay limp and dazed after those sessions as his whip danced through the air over and over again against their crimsoned flesh until they were entranced following its flight. He whipped them unconscious and revived them with doses of castor oil down their throats. He could be very cruel indeed.
Twice he arrived in the early morning to survey the Amberson house, not a mansion yet quite large; he would be very comfortable in it. On both of those occasions a team of young rough-looking studs showed up to fuck on John. Diamond knew that his chance would come soon enough however. He did not wait around for them to leave in order to make his try, for he intended to strike in the morning. He had his badge, his warrant, and his story all ready. It would be an interesting game and he would hold the high card all the way.
Tracy and Yvonne were not expecting him on the day that he did arrive. It was raining out and they expected him in good weather although it made no difference of course. John, now called Barbara by one and all, a girl name to go with his new personality, was receiving a much needed rest to recuperate his depleted strength.
Catherine and Ursula were in the basement working on Julie. The girl tottered about the room on precarious high heels for too long to allow comfortable walking. Two enormous dongs had been crammed into her distended cunt and ass. Her behind bore innumerable gashes from riding crops wielded by her tormentors. Sweat dripped off her exhausted flesh in streams that marked the circular path she wearily trod over and over again around the room. Every screaming muscle in her body felt ready to tear apart from the fatigue. Her breasts throbbed with hurt from the pins buried in them.
She thought miserably of her brother-lover Allen, helpless to aid her as he miserably watched her pain from within the cell, bound and seated in a pan of rough gravel which ground into his whip-lacerated can which had been salted and peppered to increase his suffering. Gags rendered them both silent in their sufferings.
The doorbell rang.
"Who the hell could that be," asked Ursula.
The two women were unaccustomed to visitors at the house. Many months ago Catherine had cut the normal outside contacts and social lives of her slaves until callers for any reason whatsoever were very rare. The Ambersons lived isolated lives under her rulership, without friends except for the two older girls' nocturnal contacts on their outings and Phillip's business contacts which never were allowed to become social contacts.
"I'll get it," Catherine decided. "You stay down here and close up after me. Maybe it's some clown collecting for Boy's Town or some such shit. None of the guys are due today to have Johnny do his thing on them."
Ursula slapped Catherine playfully on her bare ass.
"If you answer the door that way you'll really make a hit."
Catherine was naked so often that it seemed the natural state to her and she forgot at times that she was bare-ass. She skipped up the stairs, lighthearted and completely unsuspecting of the disaster that would befall her in a matter of minutes. Passing through the front hall she shouted out that she would be at the door in a few minutes. Whoever the hell it was could wait that long. She dressed hurriedly in straight clothes and went to answer the door.
Tracy and Yvonne peered at her as she passed their door. They had been playing "sixty-nine," their favorite indoor sport, their special version with the knobby dongs up their rear ends.
Yvonne hugged Tracy around the shoulders.
"This could be the big day, sister." She kissed Tracy's ear.
Tracy yanked the dildo out of her sister's ass, causing her to jump. Tracy laughed joyfully and stuffed it into Yvonne's pussy.
"You're right, baby," she said kissing Yvonne on her tit, "this may be J.D. at the door."
Catherine was at that moment having a shit-fit at the front door, confronted by a man with a cruel wolfish face flashing a police badge at her. But his manner was casual and friendly, and he smiled in a manner that proclaimed the benevolence of his intentions. Surely it was nothing serious if he was alone and smiling amiably at her. Maybe something to do with the kids not attending high school anymore. Well, she had papers from the tutors who were supposedly providing home education to them. These were simple to come by. They were masochists, whom she could bully with her knowledge of their activities and past associations with them.
Catherine was behind the situation from the beginning. She allowed Diamond to enter without his even having to show her his phony warrant. Her smile matched his own�two shit-eating grins� but he was the man who knew the name of the game.
"Come in here, officer," she said showing him into the luxurious living room. "Now what exactly brings you out here to see us? Nothing serious, I trust."
Keep trusting, bitch, he thought. Your head is about to roll. God, but she is one beautiful witch, though, he thought. About thirty, not as old as I had thought of her being. That long mane of black hair, those classical features. Her eyes smoulder the way a night animal's eyes glare out of the darkness at you. A real ball-breaking, dominating queen all the way. What a pleasure it will be to own her ass.
"Ursula is in the basement."
The voice was Yvonne's. Diamond turned with a feeling of slight annoyance. He had wanted a few minutes to get on top of things. But he might as well get off to a fast start at that.
Catherine looked in astonishment at the two naked girls, rubber penises jiggling in their pussies as they walked through the doorway, covered with bite and scratch marks. She had a moment to feel horror at the thought of them appearing this way before a cop, before�with an even greater shock�she realized that they knew him. Then her lights went out as Diamond hit her a cunning efficient blow along the side of her neck. She crumbled silently at his feet. She never even saw it coming.
"You could have waited a few minutes until I had things set up right, babies. I wanted her to get her friend in here with me. I knew she would be holed up somewhere as she has a dislike for the pigs as you told me. Now let's get to her and fast. Never give anybody even a second to prepare. That is the way to come up winners."
Ursula stood at the door to the cellar, her ear against it. Fuck, she thought, I can't hear a goddamn thing. The cellar was soundproof just as the entire house was, every room. There was no receiver set for the TV in the cellar either, just a camera. She could only hear what happened directly outside the door, but they had not of course been outside the door.
After a few minutes Ursula heard someone approach the cellar.
"Open up, Ursula. It was a goddamn friend of Julie's. I got rid of the punk. That bitch is going to pay for the annoyance; I told her to make good and sure that none of her old friends would ever be showing up here to look for her."
"The voice was obviously Catherine's. Ursula opened up and found herself staring for a second into the smirking face of Tracy who had given a perfect imitation of her stepmother's voice. Before Ursula could comprehend what was happening to her, a huge powerful man moved around Tracy and snatched her off her feet, slamming her to the hall floor as he yanked her out of the cellar doorway. He grinned sadistically as her powerful naked body fought against him. He laughed in her snarling cursing face, his hands roaming over her ample statuesque form, obscenely fondling her as he warded off her karate self-defense attempts. Tracy and Yvonne fell upon her as well, hot for vengeance. Ursula screamed with agony as Tracy grabbed two handfuls of her long hair and pulled in opposite directions. Yvonne delivered a vicious punch into Ursula's soft belly. As the evil-looking stranger held her arms pinned the two vengeful sisters choked her unconscious.
"It's done, we've won, we've won," screamed Tracy. She and Yvonne rolled together on the floor, kissing and feeling each other. Diamond sat on the head of the unconscious woman amused at their antics. There would definitely be a barrel of jollies that night.
"Let's free Julie and Allen in the cellar," Yvonne suggested.
"You're right," answered Tracy. "Christ, I forgot all about them. We've got to get this organized right. Maybe we better tie these two bitches up first or something."
"Ill take care of these two," Diamond told them. 'Til give the orders around here now, and don't you two little pussies forget it. Get everybody out of their bondage and bring me some rope."
He dragged the limp Ursula into the living room. He put her next to Catherine. He stripped the black-tressed beauty in a few seconds and spread the two naked women out next to one another, their legs spread revealing their magnificent cunts. He had a hard-on looking at the two of them that way. What a pleasure it would be to fuck the two of them right then and there.
Yvonne and Tracy tenderly helped the quivering half-shocked Julie out of her torture heels and pulled the two dildos out of her body. She was so worn out that she could barely understand what was happening.
They unlocked the cell and untied John. They had to help him stand and half carry him out of the cell. His ass was a bloody mess. They left the two of them there to recuperate at leisure and returned to the living room bearing armfuls of ropes and chains. Diamond moved Catherine and Ursula into a sixty-nine position, causing prolonged laughter from the two sisters who were almost frothing at the mouth in anticipation of their vengeance upon the now helpless beauties. He tied them together face to hairy snatch with strong nylon cord deeply cutting into their arms and legs which were bound together. He wrapped additional lengths of rope about their torsos, also drawing these ropes torturously tight. He thought as he did so that this was almost an act of gentleness compared with what would come later. He would let the two sisters have their vengeance in full and he would reap the profits from their blood lust aroused flesh.
"What's happening here," demanded a frightened voice. John had gotten out of his unlocked room and come downstairs to investigate the strange shoutings of his sisters and the unfamiliar voice of the stranger who was finishing the binding of the two women. Diamond whistled lustfully. Before his gaze was a bizarre beauty of a girl-boy, decked out in lacy bra and panties which accented and revealed the contours of his budding woman breasts and boy cock and balls. This creature would be worth many long hours, Diamond thought.
Julie and Allen came up the stairs from the cellar, helping one another to walk. It took them only a few moments to realize the score.
"What has happened, 'Barbara,' is that the mice have overturned the palace and taken over from the two cats, who are about to have their asses broken piece by piece." Tracy accented her words with a cruel dig of her foot into the hairy muff of Ursula showing under Catherine's unconscious face.
John looked appalled and horrified to see what was being done to his beloved mistress. His fear for her safety showed so plainly that Tracy had half a mind to take a bullwhip to him, even if he was her brother.
"Don't feel bad about it, darling," Diamond assured him. "You're going to be my very good friend and we'll have even more fun than you had with Catherine. You can still have fun with her if you want, and this time you'll be calling the shots your way. Tell me, are you as great a cocksucker as your sisters say you are?"
John immediately flashed a coquettish smile at the handsome man with the wolfish features.
"I'm a great cocksucker," he bragged. "Want to try me out?"
"Sure, baby," said Diamond, running a hand up and down the boy's shaved silken thigh. "Show these people what real head is like." He leaned back across the bound bodies of the two women and opened his fly. Without another word the girlish lad had his face buried in Diamond's lap sucking away at his cock. The sight of the cocksucking, very noisy, and the sight of the bound, dominated -bodies of the unconscious women threw the other four into an orgy spirit.
Julie and Allen went at each other on the floor like two cats, clawing each other's welted bodies, sucking and biting at their hot sex organs. Yvonne writhed in Tracy's arms against the wall, the two of them locked in a tight embrace, hands clasping sweated asses. Tracy scratched her sister's ass, clawing the tender parts tortured by whips and paddles. Their hot brimming juices spurted in thin trickles down their closely meshed thighs soaked with sweat moisture. They rubbed into each other harder and harder, breasts mashed flat, hot white orbs of girl meat grinding into each other, grinding as every inch of their bodies ground together. They watched the two on the floor lock into a sixty-nine position, legs tightly squeezing their pumping heads, giving head to each other simultaneously, clawing bloody furrows into their twitching ass-cheeks. Tracy and Yvonne pried them apart, formed a wilder combination with them, a daisy chain on the floor, Tracy sucking her brother's emptied-out cock that turned hard again under her ministrations. Three mouths locked on cunt meat and one clasping cock, four pairs of hands busily tearing ass cakes to shreds, fingers twisting around inside agonized assholes.
Diamond watched the whole wild scene as John gave him head, a great head job, climaxing as almost the entire shaft of Diamond's tool erupted down John's distended throat. He swallowed every drop of cum, wiggling in pleasure as Diamond's hand in the front of his panties shot off his own tool. It was fantastic to blow a man while being jerked off in girlish bra and panties. He licked Diamond's black leather shoes clean for dessert. He kissed the hand of his new master and crawled across his lap for a spanking. He pumped up and down as his ass was spanked a deep shade of crimson. It was sheer ecstasy.
Catherine came back to consciousness as the orgy burned out its final embers. Just in time for a little fun, thought Diamond. Tracy gloated to herself and wondered how much Catherine could take. It would certainly not be as much as she could dish out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The two overturned dominatresses were taken down to the cellar, kicking and cursing at their captors. Vengeful hands slapped and twisted their exposed flesh. Tracy rammed her entire hand into Catherine's twitching pussy as she was dragged along. Catherine threw back her head and screamed as if she were being slaughtered. Yvonne bit into her breasts, drawing blood. Only John failed to abuse the two of them as they were dragged along. Tracy resolved to teach him also to inflict suffering upon the two bitches who had dominated them for so long.
Catherine and Ursula were gagged with dirty rags and-hung from the overhead pulleys by their wrists. Catherine lashed out with a hard kick that caught Tracy in her belly. She had a moment to feel satisfaction as her foe went down before Yvonne smashed the butt of a heavy many-thonged whip into her belly. Julie dug her nails into Catherine's breasts and raked her down to her thighs, causing the brunette to scream in agony. Yvonne moved behind her and flogged the statuesque expanse of Catherine's back, welting the soft skin with myriad red gashes. The tips of the thongs whipped around her, striping the soft tissues of her belly and breasts. She hung groaning and begged for mercy.
Tracy moved upon her with hate-maddened eyes. Allen helped her to stand and walk until she regained her breath. She seized Catherine's head between her hands and brought her face up to her terrified stepmother's face, glaring into her eyes with a murderous intensity that almost caused the cruel dominatress to vomit with fear.
"I'll show you mercy all right, mother darling," she mocked her terrified enemy. Jefferson, baby, I want these two bitches for a private session all of tomorrow. Just me with the two of them. Everybody else can have them tonight to do what they please with them. How about it?"
"All right, baby. Tomorrow these dolls are all yours." He cracked her playfully across her ass, and she moved her bottom cheeks about to catch a good volley on both sides which reddened her pert ass cakes.
Allen buried his hand slowly up the cunt of Ursula. It was difficult to penetrate the box of the screaming, hysterical bitch with so distending an object as his full hand, but he was in no hurry, and took his time. Julie moved behind the tortured woman with a lit cigarette and burned small red spots on her ass. Her entire bottom spasmed from the searing pain and from the hand being worked up her pussy.
Diamond and Tracy left the two women to their tormentors, and went upstairs with John. Tracy hugged her body close to her brother as they ascended the stairs, feeling up his girlish contours. She cupped John's hormone-treated tits and squeezed and fondled them. Diamond slapped her bouncy tail crimson as they slowly made their way to Catherine's bedroom.
This is some layout, thought Diamond, as he surveyed the luxurious pad that Catherine had filled with expensive art objects and instruments of torture in equal amounts. The place would suit him very well.
Tracy and John were playing on the bed. Tracy had strapped on Catherine's favorite dildo and was socking it into her ecstatic brother, in the manner he loved so well. John-Barbara would provide him with many exotic pleasures, Diamond thought. All of the best points of a boy and a girl.
The closed circuit television allowed them to watch the happenings in the torture chamber. Catherine was being treated by Yvonne to a needle treatment.
"How do you like this, you dirty bitch," she gloated. "You've done this to me a few times."
She took her time, drawing out every measure of agony. She rolled a long needle about, between her fingers, heating it with her cigarette lighter. The tip assumed a red glow. She drew it across the skin of Catherine's huge breast, leaving a reddened trail from the heat of it but not breaking the skin. She jabbed the pin against the edge of one of Catherine's pink nipples, slowly forcing .it into the flesh, twisting it around, pulling it left and right, back and forth, drawing blood as she slowly forced it in along a jagged path. She heated and plunged the next one in in one rapid brutal jab, inflicting the pain of a red-hot needle in addition to the agony of the piercing. Yvonne was satisfied with her victim's reactions to the torture. She held to her pattern of varied treatment, and slowly filled Catherine's breasts with pins. Catherine passed out when Yvonne worked on the coronas of her nipples, but the plunging of a particularly hot needle into her vulnerable armpit revived her. Yvonne became more and more aroused with every moment of torture. This is glorious, she thought. She began to come with slow multiple orgasms that spread warmly through her flesh as she worked on and on. She moved joyfully to Catherine's ass, turning the battered globes into pincushions just as she had done with Catherine's breasts. She plunged them in slowly, pulled back, and changed the path of insertion as she pushed them into Catherine in stages. She increased the heating of the pins she used on Catherine's ass.
Ursula was being flogged by Allen and Julie simultaneously. Julie slashed her breasts to bloody ribbons while John flailed away at her crimson back. Occasionally John slashed his sister across her own ass to help her orgasms. Julie was literally creaming herself out as she happily worked on her victim.
Upstairs John and Tracy were sucking Diamond's nuts. He groaned with ecstasy as the two perverted tongues sloshed his balls in rhythm together. John kept moving his tongue over to Diamond's tool to give it a good licking as he worked on his balls, and the two ball-lickers flipped tongues in and out of each other's mouth as they worked. John had a dong tight up his tail and he worked it in and out with both hands as he sucked away. Tracy played with his tits as he played with hers. They twisted and caressed each other's breast meat, the full globes of Tracy contrasting with the hormone-developed pointed budding breast sacs of Barbara-John. Tracy left the sucking to John and moved up to Diamond's face. She sat on his face and rubbed her wet muff all over his face, running his nose into her clit, dripping juice into his cunt-sucking mouth. She sat astride his head and went wild as he sucked her cunt. John sucked Diamond off as Tracy got her cunt sucked out by him.
Phillip Amberson came home that night, expecting the usual atrocities and domination from his wife. He had been told that he would spend a few hours that night eating out her ass. To his surprise and shocked confusion he found Catherine and Ursula tortured prisoners in the cellar, being fiendishly paid back for their long months of cruelty by his children, aroused to heights of ferocity he had not imagined them capable of. Tracy and Yvonne were apparently running the show with the aid of a brutal stranger who apparently was taking over as master of the household. Amberson aroused his decayed manhood to the point of protesting, but was silenced with a few hard slaps across his face. Diamond took him aside and explained the facts of life to him. Amberson would have to accept this situation as he had accepted the previous situation. If he was a good boy and did not cause any trouble he might find that things were definitely better than they had been. He would have the chance to dominate and rape his wife in any way he saw fit, if he proved cooperative.
What do I have to lose, Phillip thought. It was apparent to him that he would probably never again be the master of his own life. He had delivered himself and his family over to Catherine because he loved to grovel at the feet of a domineering woman, to suck her flesh and cringe under the sting of her whip. Now that woman was herself a victim of domination and it was only just. He would bend with the wind, for he was unable to do otherwise even if he had any courage.
A whipping across his ass drove the lesson home. It was not too bad, not as vicious anyway as one of Catherine's flesh-tearing lashings. He took it in slavish spirit, meek and obedient.
Throughout the night the house resounded to the sounds of orgy and torture. The good Acapulco Gold was passed around, special blends from Catherine's private stash. Eventually the two whipped and beaten beauties were left alone in the torture chamber, sleeping the sleep of the unconscious. The orgy came together in Catherine's bedroom. Cocks were sucked dry, and licked clean. Four soft girl asses and two rounded boy butts were whipped raw, and licked and chewed and spanked and pinched and beaten. Tracy was in a triumphant mood, for the two women would be all hers tomorrow. She had special plans for them. She chewed John's ass and dreamed of her vengeance.
The following day she was alone in the torture chamber with her victims, the door locked, the others watching her on the TV setup. She planned to beat the two of them to bloody pulps, inch by inch. They hung before her, two human punching bags.
Tracy tore Catherine's panties into small strips and used these as shock absorbers along the upper and lower gums of the two women to protect their teeth. Tufts of cotton stuffed up their nostrils served to prevent their noses from breaking.
Tracy patted Catherine lovingly on the chin. "If all your highly sophisticated protective gear is firmly in position, we can begin. Incidentally, I got the idea from a movie."
Catherine threshed madly in her bonds, terrified at the thought of her face being worked over by her vengeful stepdaughter. Her gorgeous body went through contortions that seemed impossible within the confinement of the myriad tight strong ropes locking her into helplessness. Her white flesh rippled as if it were liquid as she struggled. The sight amused Tracy, this display of frenzied panic from her merciless former mistress. She sat laughing for long minutes watching Catherine literally tearing her skin off trying to writhe free of the unbreakable bondage she was in. Ursula merely waited for her fate with stoic fortitude.
Tracy's fist lashed out into the contorted face of the black-tressed beauty. A slashing right cross square into her left eye followed before she could even recover from the shock. She began to scream but a vicious uppercut slammed her mouth shut and caused her head to snap back as blood spurted from the torn corner of her mouth. Only the clothes and cotton protected Catherine's teeth and nose as punch followed punch in rapid-fire succession. The savage beating bounced her bloody head about as if it were some strange sort of punching bag. But it was living human flesh being so sadistically mangled and butchered. Her eyes turned to buried slits as the flesh about them swelled to purpled layers of bruised pulp. Cuts multiplied about her swollen lips. Blood ran from both corners of her mouth, from the insides of her mouth, seeped through the cotton plugs in her nose to trickle slowly out of her nostrils. Her unconscious head bounced from side to side as each further blow slammed into it, left hand, right hand, left hand. The beating went on and on as Ursula almost went mad with fear as she stood helplessly by waiting for her turn and watching the beautiful face of her companion turned into a battered bloody pulp beyond recognition. Afraid that she might kill Catherine if she continued, Tracy finally ended the savage slaughter with a series of smashing short punches into the soft yielding belly of her helpless victim. Catherine was past feeling them. Her bleeding head hung forward, lines and trickles of blood from half a dozen bad cuts and gashes running down her breasts and throat, her eyes swollen almost shut, her entire face puffed and distorted and discolored until it could have been mistaken for a clay mask.
Her enraged blue eyes mad with blood-lust, Tracy mercilessly stalked over to her second victim, moving with a maddening slowness, drawing out the anguish she was causing to poor helpless Ursula. The magnificently proportioned body of her waiting prey almost tore itself skinless spasming in the clutch of the ropes wrapped all along it. Ursula screamed until saliva ran out of her howling mouth. Tracy cut off her maddened noises with a long slashing right hand that slammed as hard as a rock into her soft stomach. Tracy hit her again, her fist almost disappearing into the soft tissue. She pounded short hooking blows into Ursula's mouth. Ursula screamed and rolled her head about frantically, trying to keep her face clear of the savage hands, but lacking the freedom of area to move much at all. Tracy caught her under the chin in one steely hand, holding her still for a smashing right. Ursula looked at the drawn-back hand with an expression of horror and fear that sent sensations of sadistic ecstasy through Tracy's aroused body. She could feel her orgasm coming on. She measured her blow carefully, taking her time, her victim's chin locked in her strong grip. She let it go, the heavy vicious punch snapping Ursula's head back as if her neck were broken. A spurt of blood arced from her ripped lips. She slumped forward, unconscious. Tracy began to work methodically on her face, pulping her lips, cutting her soft cheeks, blackening and slitting her eyes. The face slowly became a distorted mask resembling Catherine's battered visage. It would have been hard to recognize Ursula. Tracy twisted the unconscious girl's nipples in her fingers until the torture brought her around to consciousness once more. She stared glassily through unfocused eyes that were almost buried beneath ridges of purpled flesh. She whimpered through twisted, cracked lips dripping blood. Then she screamed afresh as Tracy drove a long powerful left hand deep into the massive mound of her whipped breast. She slammed lefts and rights into the two twin purple-crested beauties, driving her fists deep into the massive bouncing globes until blood shot off from the broken open welts as her fists slammed into the battered flesh over and over again. Ursula threw back her head and screamed with the sheer agony of the damned in hell. Tracy came with a hot multiple orgasm, the hot pussy oil spurting out of her cunt as the spray of blood covered her with red drops. She slammed her fists into the battered pulp sacs, milking them of the red fluid which shot off with every punch. She continued mercilessly until her pitiful prey once more hung unconsciously limp and could not feel further pain.
Tracy had done a terrific job on the two sadistic bitches. Their beautiful faces were horrifying lumps of bruised bleeding pulp. Their midsections were discolored with yellow-black marks from the attention of her fists. Ursula's breasts were bloody bags that had literally been pounded into new shapes. They were swelling as if they were balloons being inflated.
Tracy was amply satisfied. They had taken all that the human body could withstand. Her vengeance thirst was satisfied for this day. She left them hanging bloody there. She hand-jobbed herself in wild abandoned ecstasy as she ascended the stairs, sucking and caressing her own tits, working her ass against the banister.
Diamond met her coming up to the second floor. He wanted her badly. The way she had beaten the two beauties to bloody pulp had really turned him on. He held a long whip in his hand, and he used it on her as she moved along playing with herself. He whipped welts into her bottom which was so used to punishment. He worked down her shapely thighs and up the white expanse of her back. She moaned with pleasure as he sliced her up.
"Oh, whip me, whip me to pieces," she begged.
Yvonne ran up to her, threw her arms around her beloved sister, sucked her hard tits and bit them. Diamond whipped the two of them embraced together, threw them down on Catherine's bed and mounted Tracy. He drove in between her widespread thighs, his large tool rammed roughly into her hot slippery sheath, and he worked it around and back and forth, slow-fucking her.
"Fuck her, oh, fuck her," moaned Yvonne, her eyes rolling in their sockets as she went into a fit of sexual madness. She closed her mouth on Diamond's foot and sucked his toes one by one as he fucked her sister. She hand-jobbed her hungry pussy as she worked on his foot. They all came together, staining the sheets that were messed from the previous night's excesses.
John and Allen and Julie played together in another room, their young bodies alive with sex and blood lust. They had been driven wild by the wonderful beatings Tracy had inflicted upon Catherine and Ursula. John ate out Julie's cunt while Allen fucked Barbara-John up his pussy-like asshole. They were all in ecstasy.
Later in the day the two bloody victims were taken down from their bondage and ministered to. Two of Ursula's back teeth came out when the tooth guards were yanked from her mouth. This filled Tracy with an immense satisfaction, even though she had tried to avoid any damage of this type. Blood was cleared from their swollen faces and medication applied. Their cuts would gradually heal and the swollen flesh would regain a human appearance. The two disfigured women, dazed and battered, could still tremble in terror as Tracy hovered over them planning new terrors for them.
They were allowed a few days of complete rest to regain their strength. This was little comfort to them. Diamond checked on them occasionally, running his hands obscenely and with complete feeling of mastery over their bound bodies. As her face healed Catherine became desirable to him once more. He finger-fucked the helpless woman, squeezing her tits, sucking at her flesh. He tickled her and was gratified to find her vulnerable to this punishment.
On the fourth day of their recovery Phillip was forced to mount his tied-down and battered wife. He did this before his jeering audience with scant relish and made a mess of the whole thing, losing his erection. Diamond sneered at his efforts and sent him scurrying to his room with a kick in his ass.
"You must be pretty horny after all of these days on your back, baby," he taunted Catherine. He ran his hands through her beautiful black tresses, the enormous mane of hair that almost reached her waist. "Don't feel too disappointed though, because I can do a much better job for you than that fairy ever could. Or perhaps you would prefer a session with Barbara."
Barbara-John rubbed his thighs together, causing his panties to bulge out outlining his erect tool.
"I sure would enjoy a session with Catherine," he purred. "The way I'm going lately I'm not sure how I would handle her, but it would be a thing to watch. You don't often see a cock and two pairs of tits in one package."
"Baby, you are too much," roared Diamond. He kissed the boy-girl on those cute breasts, and bit into the nipples.
Catherine decided that entering into the spirit of things might improve her treatment. She knew that she could not stand any more of the punching bag treatment. She went cold with fear as she pictured her face slowly being beaten to ruin, day by day. She had to please them, to give them pleasure with her body so that they would not destroy her.
"Why don't you both give me a treat," she suggested. "The two of you are both very nice. Two are always better than one."
Tracy strutted over to her and slapped her across her breast. Catherine whimpered with un-concealable fear.
"Don't get any ideas, bitch, that you're going to pull a charm act on anybody and get out of what you've got coming to you. Forget it! We were under your whip all of these bad fuckin' months and now it's your turn. You'll fuck anybody who wants you and we don't give a shit about whether you get your rocks off or not. As a matter of fact, I might give you a try myself." Tracy gloated over her terrified enemy.
She pulled up her short miniskirt revealing her naked hairy triangle. She slowly brought her bottom down on Catherine's helpless face and squashed her tail into the woman's battered visage. The fact that the very touch of her body on Catherine's bruised skin was causing her unbearable pain filled her with satisfaction. She could feel the ointments coating Catherine's face against her ass as she moved her behind about, spreading her cheeks with her hands to bury her victim's face in her ass crease.
What a cruel bitch, Diamond thought. He laughed at the savage treatment and ran his hands over the body of the bound victim. He ran his hands up her body, felt up Tracy's thighs and fingered her muff as she bounced up and down on Catherine. He pulled her to her feet.
"Watch it, girl. You're going to bust those cuts open again if you keep on that way. Let her heal up before you go to work on her again. Keep away from her face next time. I want to have a slave fit to look at." He patted Tracy on her ass.
Tracy moved her body against his.
"Let Barbara have her," she sneered. "I don't think the bitch is so much anyway. I'll give you a much better roll, baby. Let's go upstairs."
Tracy and Diamond went up to spend a few hours in the sack as Barbara-John went to work between Catherine's thighs, affectionately sucking away in between fucking her. The slow double action sex soon had her purring with contentment, forgetting her agonies. She would have been unable to enjoy herself if she could have imagined the things that Tracy was planning for her.
The new patterns of the house gradually took form. Tracy and Yvonne, Allen and Julie were couples. They were all subservient to Diamond who ran the house as the new master. Barbara-John was common property to all, a favored pet able to satisfy anybody in any way. Tracy and Yvonne were dominant in the house next to Diamond, who considered them his own personal slaves. Ursula fared the worst, as she was the second string victim next to Catherine, and was thus vulnerable to the fury of the group whereas Catherine was being singled out for special treatment and the very fact that Tracy had special tortures in store for her shielded her somewhat from the mass punishments that Ursula endured day after day.
Julie made a pony out of her, putting together a crude bit and harness arrangement out of the materials in the cellar. Ursula spit blood as her weary body moved back and forth across the cellar floor with the cruel redheaded girl mounted on her. The spikes of the bit cut her mouth, the harsh leather straps cut into her face. A riding crop slashed her butt and thighs raw. Her knees and the palms of her hands bled as she moved round and round the room until she collapsed. Julie rewarded her with a feedbag. Ursula turned sick to her stomach as she gobbled down the scrapings and vegetable peelings that they fed her.
She slept at night on wooden boards into which gravel and sharp objects had been imbedded. The following mornings revealed ever new bruises and marks on her battered body. She crawled and groveled and begged for mercy which was never granted. She ate her food out of the same dog dish that she shitted into when permitted to perform this necessary function. She spent most of her time in bondage of one sort or another. Julie preferred to spread-eagle her to a wall or wooden cross using chains or rough cord. Yvonne hung her from the pulleys, usually by her wrists, sometimes by her feet. Her mouth always reeked of the taste of cock, cunt, and ass.
CHAPTER NINE
Diamond patted Catherine on her lustrous black mane as she sucked away at his cock. She rolled it around inside her mouth with a delightful turning movement that was almost unbearably pleasurable. As she bobbed away between his legs he surveyed the extensive pattern of welts all along her back, ass, and thighs. She was an excellent subject for the whip, and was turning into a first rate slave. Her terror of suffering those things which she had so long inflicted upon others spurred her to even greater efforts to please him.
Tracy entered the room. She was bothered by a twinge of jealousy to see Catherine sucking away at her favorite cock, but comforted herself with thoughts of what she would soon put her ex-mistress through. The special equipment she had ordered would soon arrive. It was her own surprise, and even Diamond would be awed by her inventiveness. She gloated as she pictured the sheer horror on Catherine's face when she was introduced to it.
"Come over here, baby," Diamond called to her.
"I'm almost finished with this bitch."
Tracy walked over and thrust her tits into his face. He laughed contentedly as he chewed on the soft tips.
"Your package is at the trucking company. It will be out here in a day or two," he informed her.
Her happy reaction to the news pleased him. He could scarcely contain his curiosity at this mysterious object that Tracy was waiting for. Even Yvonne did not know what it was.
"Suck harder, bitch," he commanded Catherine. "What the hell is this thing anyway. It will be here very soon so why not tell me now, what it is?"
Tracy kissed him. "Since it will be here soon a little more waiting won't hurt. I can promise you this, you won't be disappointed And neither will you be, whore," she snarled menacingly at poor Catherine.
After Catherine had finished sucking off Diamond, Tracy dragged her down to the cellar for some punishment. The once haughty and tough woman was completely cowed by now. She was too terrified to even think of resisting and Tracy had picked up a number of pointers on fighting from Diamond. She could handle the weakened woman now without much trouble.
Catherine went white as she saw that she was to be subjected to the rack. She tried to pull away but Tracy twisted her arm up behind her back and with Yvonne's aid soon had her spread on the torture machine.
"Oh, darling," cooed Yvonne, running her fingers around in Tracy's cunt, "let me have her. I haven't had a chance to rack this bitch yet."
"Okay baby, sock it to her." She slapped Yvonne teasingly across her rump.
Yvonne stuffed a pair of soiled panties into her stepmother's mouth. Screaming sometimes increased the pleasure of inflicting pain but she wanted a silent victim this time. The rack was a drawn out torture and incessant screaming gave her a headache. She began to turn the wheel slowly, pulling in the loose slack until she could feel the resistance of Catherine's limbs. She held it in the first stages of tension, letting the aching pain build a bit, and then inch by inch turned the wheel, pulling Catherine's body out, stretching her out taut and to the limits of distension. Sweat glistened on the racked woman's flesh. Her body trembled and she threw her head about madly, not helping herself and only increasing the pleasure of her torturers. Tracy picked up a quirt and began to flail the thighs of her stepmother. She worked up her torso, whipping her soft belly, and shapely breasts. Yvonne decreased the tension a few times, allowing her victim a chance to regain a bit of strength before she pulled her out again. Catherine was able to withstand an hour of this torture before she lapsed into unconsciousness. Yvonne locked the rack and left her there for the rest of the day.
That night, Tracy and Yvonne played sixty-nine and worked on each other with a double-headed dong. Tracy pulled her femme sister across her lap half a dozen times to administer a blistering hand spanking to her pert bottom. She enjoyed spanking Yvonne almost as much as she enjoyed sucking her. They fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, arms and legs locked together, Tracy's tit in Yvonne's mouth.
They spent the following day in a normal way, taking in a few movies, looking up a few straight friends from the old days just for the hell of it. They scored on some good grass, which they shared out at home. Even Ursula was allowed a few drags, which didn't appeal to her at all since she was hanging upside down by her feet at the time. John ventured out after dinner in his new drag outfit to blow butch guys in the local gay bar. He came home, many hours later, with a number of new friendships established and his mouth reeking of come. Tracy and Yvonne kissed his mouth sweet for him and gave him a double head job. Tracy sucking his cock and Yvonne licking out the inside of his ass. The whole thing ended in another mass orgy with even Phillip getting off his rocks by shoving his cock into Ursula's mouth as she hung upside down in the cellar. He sucked at her welted cunt lips as she worked on him. His fingers thrust into her bunched ass hole, and he whipped her ass for her kindness. He was also learning to dish it out.
The following day brought sheer terror to Catherine. The special torture device Tracy had been awaiting arrived. It was a large square package, four feet on a side, marked fragile. When the package was opened a glass cage was revealed, wire reinforced unbreakable glass forming a square box that opened at the top. Catherine almost felt relief after the unspeakable devices she had imagined would be used on her, until she began to think about it and realized the things that could be done with this glass box. It opened only at the top and a heavy lock once fastened would trap whoever was inside within it at the whim of the captor. A small opening in the top barely large enough for a head to poke through would then be the only opening for air, food, and, water until the captor saw fit to release the prisoner.
Tracy walked Catherine round and round the box after it had been set up in one of the bedrooms and was no longer in use. She ran her hands over her victim's body, reveling in her terror.
"Look at it bitch. A simple glass container, a bitch box to trap you inside. Once you're inside that you're utterly at my mercy. I can make you do anything because you will be totally dependent upon me for every necessity to sustain your shitty life. This box isn't high enough for you to stand in or wide enough for you to lie down in. You can only sit or squat or slump against the glass sides. Glass isn't the most comfortable bed, is it. When you have to shit or piss you do it in a can which will also be used to feed you from. You will play with yourself, put on a show for me every day, anything I want you to do. When I command you to you will put your head through the opening and I will give you cunt or ass or cock to eat and you will eat it. I will order you to open your mouth for my spit and you will do so and smile when I spit into your bitch's mouth. Anything I command of you or demand of you will be done or I'll starve you and leave you to rot in your own filth. Sometimes I'll pour a little water into you to clean your filthy body off, and you will have so much fun trying to dry out your pathetic cage afterwards. You must keep it clean, for you have to live in it. Sometimes I'll open it up, not to let you out, but to put Ursula in with you so you two whores can play together. Won't that be nice. You can simultaneously drink piss out of each other while I watch it, and play with dildos, and suck ass, and do all of the delightful things which I'm sure you enjoy so very much. What a rest it will be for your poor body. After all, I'll only be able to get at your head. I'll only be able to pull your hair for hours on end, slap your face to mush, spit and piss in your mouth and give you dirty ass to clean. I'll feed you and care for you like a good mistress cares for a beloved pet. And you will enjoy it my dear. Won't you?"
At this point the poor quaking victim could no longer bear hearing about her pending torments. She fainted.
Tracy almost passed out with laughter. "Shit, the big tough whore fainted dead away. All of that crap she pulled on us, making us eat it out of her hole and how she passes dead out like some little girl when I describe to her what's going to happen. What a contemptible coward." Yvonne was almost in a frenzy from Tracy's description.
"Come on Tracy, lets put her into it now, and when she comes around she'll be right in there and just waiting for it."
Half a dozen pairs of cruel hands lifted Catherine up and deposited her in the glass container. Tracy removed her chains and locked the thing up tight. She would leave Catherine inside for weeks or even months. She might never let her out the way she felt. The head hole was now the only ac-cress to the locked glass box.
Julie and Allen brought Ursula in to see what had been done to her partner. Allen twisted his prisoner's mammoth breasts together, trying to grind the mounds into one. A huge dong had been rammed inside her and was held firmly in place by a vicious saddle strap drawn so tight that her bulged out flesh almost hid the waist strap entirely. Her breasts bore the initials of John, Allen, and Julie, scorched in with lighted cigarettes. Her ass had been whipped and then rubbed with sandpaper. She could not ever totter without aid. In a way, perhaps Catherine was lucky, for she would be safe from cruel hands while inside her cage.
Allen kicked Ursula in the ass, sending her reeling across the room to fall on her face.
"How do you like that, Ursula? What would you say to replacing her inside it sometime. You might get a rest that way, Tracy." He addressed his sister, "you should have gotten a box big enough for two."
"They didn't have one," Tracy answered him.
Catherine screamed like a maniac when she came to and found herself shut in the box. She frantically reached her arm through the top opening and tried to tear the lock off with her bare hands, succeeding only in breaking her nails. Tracy had to threaten to block off the opening to quiet her down.
"Give me your head, you bitch," she commanded in a cold, calm voice. Catherine lifted her head through the opening. The glass against her shoulders felt like a guillotine blade. It was exactly as if she were a fish in a tank. She could never get out unaided. Never.
Tracy sat on the top of the box and moved her hot vagina against her stepmother's face. She wrapped her legs around the trapped head. She enjoyed a long sucking from Catherine. For dessert, Catherine went down on her ass, her talented tongue slurping in and out of the puckered opening. Tracy reveled in this total power over the once high and mighty Catherine Dare. A delightful tremor ran through her bottom each time the tongue plunged into the tight opening of her anal ring. She moved her fleshy rump over her enemy's trapped face, giving it a thorough massage. Catherine was virtually the most helpless slave imaginable.
For a present Tracy threw a large spiked dong into the tank. "Show me what you can do with this, you bitch. We're putting the cameras on you, so if you know what's good for you don't stop playing with that thing for an instant. It's needless for me to describe to you what will happen if you do. Capisch?"
Catherine miserably nodded her head in affirmation. She gingerly began to ease the knobbed dildo into her sensitive vaginal opening. She spread her legs as far as she could and held herself open with one hand, easing in a fraction of an inch at a time.
"Not that way, you whore," Tracy bellowed at her in imitation of the fallen woman's former terrifying style, "shove it in fast, all the way in. I don't care if it hurts you, I want it to."
Catherine gritted her teeth and crammed the harsh instrument inside herself. Tracy laughed triumphantly, holding her sides to keep from falling down on the floor laughing at the plight of her once all powerful mistress.
She sauntered over to Yvonne and threw an arm across her shoulder. The two strolled over to the room they had shared together and for the next hour played together in the huge double-mat-tressed bed as they watched Catherine on the television screen playing her pussy raw with the monstrous dong that she had been given.
"We really have her tight under our thumb," Yvonne commented. "We can do anything we want to that bitch and she puts up with it, what the hell could she do about it anyway. How long are you planning to keep her inside that thing, baby?"
"I haven't given that all the thought it requires, Yvonne. But I'll tell you this, it wouldn't be a half-bad idea to keep the bitch in there until her next birthday party, which will be quite a bit different from the last one. And you better believe it."
The two fell silent once more as Yvonne began to suck Tracy's beautiful toes one by one. Inch by inch she sucked and gnawed her sisters feet driving her wild with passion. And as Yvonne worked on her feet this way, Tracy turned her sister so that her glorious bottom was fully exposed to her hands. She ran her hands over the expanse of Yvonne's ass, caressing every inch, squeezing the two sides tightly together, clutching handfuls of flesh and smacking them. She began to spank, slowly at first, never hitting the same area twice but spacing slow measured spanks over the hot butt. Then as Yvonne began to work more wildly on her feet, chewing her toes, sucking mouthfuls of her own saliva back into her frantic mouth after covering her sister's feet with the foam, Tracy began to smash her hard and faster, more and more rapidly, with greater and greater force. Both her hands flashed out again and again, hitting with a blur of straight arm movement. Yvonne's butt was crimson red now and neither girl was viewing the action on the screen. They both went on and on until they passed out with multiple spasm type orgasms more akin to ecstatic madness than to sex. Their bodies continued to writhe and jerk even after they had fallen unconscious.
Catherine could not take any more of the brutal punishment she had been forced to inflict upon herself. Her face was so awash in sweat and tears that she could barely see out of her eyes. Her thighs were quivering beyond her power to control them. The foul tastes in her mouth sickened her and more than any of these other discomforts the terrible torment of the studded dong was tearing her internals raw. Her abused pussy literally had drained itself of juice. Her delicate inner skin felt stripped away.
"Please, oh please," she begged, "just let me out of this thing and out of this house and I'll never hurt anybody again, ever. I swear it. Oooh, I can't take any more of this."
"Not so tough now, are you baby. I would have expected you to bear up better than this. Very disappointing, in fact." Jefferson Diamond mocked Catherine; so pitiful but once quite merciless when the Ambersons had been at her feet.
"You did this to me, you bastard." At the sight of her nemesis and at the sound of this mockery her old fire returned to her. "You may feel you're King Shit around here right now, but wait until I'm on top again. I'll make you regret the day your bitch mother made her litter. I'll hang you up by your toes and kick your teeth out. I'll fry your nuts with a cigar and give you the bullwhip across your chest. I'll . .She stopped short in sheer terror at the look on his face.
All trace of amusement had vanished from Diamond's savage features. He surveyed her with an expression that is often the last sight a person sees in this world when involved in an altercation involving such an expression. It was the proverbial look that could kill. In her old days as a pro, Catherine had once had a john look at her that way as she walked over his quaking body in her spiked heels. He had tried to strangle her with her own whip.
Catherine was grateful at that moment to be in that terrible tank out of his immediate reach. He glared at her for a long time and then left the room.
"Get back to work with that dong of yours. If you don't I'll be back with one twice as big." His words filled her with terror.
Catherine went back to work with the dong, slamming it inside herself and working away as if it were not painful to her. Fear could indeed be a powerful stimulant.
With Catherine and Ursula the slaves rather than the mistresses the Amberson children could resume the outside activities that had been curtailed by their stepmother. There were drastic changes of course in their personalities and they could not return to old patterns. John-Barbara became a great favorite at the gay bars he frequented despite the fact that he was underage. He found places that didn't kick him out, and soon had a wide circle of friends and lovers, including many transvestites, both drag queens and masochists who went in for the dominating mistress bit. Allen and Julie tied in with a crowd of high school and college dropouts more freaky than radical who could score on the best grass and hash. The two incestuous teens introduced them to some new games that they had lacked the imagination to devise including the wild games of domination and slavery. Tracy and Yvonne spent more of their free time together, sometimes striking up a casual threesome with a lesbian they picked up in one of the many sister bars that were becoming more numerous all of the time. Occasionally they went in for a straight male, although Diamond handled most of their action in this area. Anyway, it was often a drag trying to explain the strange marks covering their bodies.
The one hard and fast rule was that outsiders were not to be brought to the house. A couple of times a few of the punks that Catherine had used showed up but they were turned away and soon they simply stopped showing up. It was no sweat.
Phillip Amberson spent a lot of time alone, shut up in the den that Catherine had taken from him and to which now he was permitted to slink every night contemptuously ignored by one and all to push along his long hours with booze and pot. His children had scant regard for him either as a father or as a participant on the torture orgies the two slaves were put through daily. When he wanted it they allowed him to fuck Ursula and get sucked off my Catherine, but he had little taste for dealing out punishment. Julie on the other hand had an ample appetite for inflicting pain, and the imagination necessary to further the satisfaction of this hunger. Ursula was her special enemy, had inflicted the worst tortures that she had personally suffered, and was made to endure her revenge which rivaled the special punishments that Tracy doled out to Catherine. Julie put Ursula into the glass slave tank a few times with Catherine. The antics of the two of them imprisoned in there together, the multiple postures of sixty-nine they were forced to assume, the difficulty they experienced spanking each other insensible under command in that confined space, amused her vastly but only whetted the edge of her appetite. The rack came to bore her after a few long sessions. Enemas were messy, a three quart enema of hot soapy water forced into Ursula as she hung upside down came gushing out as soon as she was lowered to the floor. Of course Ursula was severely punished for this and forced to clean it up, but it diminished Julie's taste for this form of torture all the same.
Julie eventually devised her own special species of torture to inflict upon Ursula. It was a bit elaborate and involved special equipment but proved well worth it. The central features of the torture consisted of the application of three forms of punishment together as one integrated cycle, the pains of racking, spiking, electricity, and the sensation of drowning. A spiked rack was set up, a roller rack that bent the victim almost double across the curved body of the rack. Furthermore, the rack could be turned around on its axis a full 360 degrees, around and around. Through the bottom of the turn the victim passed through a pool of water set up under the rack. Julie increased the torture still further by setting up a battery rig which shot electricity into the water when it was switched on. Naturally she did this with Ursula immersed in the water.
Round and round Ursula went. As she went over the top the sharp painful spikes dug deep into her tightly stretched body, burying themselves in her soft bottom, gouging the bones of her back. She then descended as the spiked rack turned on its axis, slowly plummeting headfirst toward the waiting water. And as her wet locks of hair once more entered the water, as she screamed and begged, "no, no, mercy, please have mercy, oo ohh help me,,' as she frantically and vainly begged for release from her fate the electric current would be switched on. The shock would flash through her wet mane of hair hanging down into the waiting water, as she inexorably completed the cycle of her turn. Her writhing body lanced with electric current went in, first her head, then her torso, and then her legs. And the current flashed on and off, causing her to scream in the water, swallowing water, so that as her head broke the surface on the other side, she screamed and choked and spit up water, vomited it out, as more and more electric charges shot through her. The rise was almost a rest, a relief to her. As she slowly turned up toward the ceiling, her body dripping water, stretched taut, pinned into the spikes, as all of this occurred again and again she truly and fervently regretted every agony she had ever inflicted upon Julie. The girl gloated in a wild sexual delirium, having a charge of sex electricity run through her own body every time she shot the voltage into Ursula. She could barely stand as much of the treatment as Ursula could, it was that exciting to her. Every few minutes she had to take a rest, leaving Ursula on the topside of the turning wheel, facing up to the ceiling, her long strands of hair hanging down toward the pool, dripping into it.
Ursula moaned feebly, choking and coughing from the water she had swallowed. The spikes dug into her, leaving black marks that would last for weeks. Her arms and legs were pulled tight by the straps of the rack. Her head weakly lulled from side to side, as she tried to clear the fire from her brain. All too soon it began again. Around and around, screaming and begging for non-existent mercy. Not until Ursula begged to be whipped, begged for other tortures rather than mercy was she granted the alleviation of her agony.
"Thank you, oh-thank you," she groveled before her tormentor. On her knees too weak to stand she licked the thigh high leather boots that had once been hers but now were worn by Julie when Ursula suffered and Julie dished it out.
"Spread out slave. Give me some meat to aim at. Spread it wide, you stupid whore." Julie lashed the woman as she abused her.
Ursula did as she was commanded. Her enfeebled arms and legs stretched wide, her ass raised into the air to better receive the kiss of the whip. Whap, whap, whap. The whip slashed up and down her back, crisscrossed into the soft layers of her ass, marred her much punished thighs. Blood ran and mixed with the water coating her skin. Again and again she was lashed, until consciousness left her and she lay sprawled in a pool of water. With a final act of cold, calm, fiendishness Julie removed the two wire leads from the water pool and casually threw them across Ursula's back. Ursula revived screaming insanely as the hated electric voltage once more slammed through her. Her arms and legs flew and thrashed in all directions. As soon as the current was turned off she once more lapsed into unconsciousness.
Catherine locked into her glass tank observed it all on the TV receiver that Tracy had provided for her. How it terrified her to imagine that this would sooner or later be done to her. Diamond also watched the torture on another receiver. His hands stroked the blonde tresses of Tracy and Yvonne, those delectable sisters. They played with his cock and balls with their hands as they watched, Tracy flipping the semi-rigid veiny tool back and forth from hand to hand, side to side as Yvonne ran the tips of her fingers teasingly around the perimeter of his balls, driving him wild with the feel of her nails touching his nuts. His hands were also busy, his long strong fingers buried in their wetted holes. Sliding in and out easily, faster and faster. They passed a joint back and forth, the best of Mexican grass, drawing in the heady smoke.
Julie triumphantly secured her slave for the morrow. She dragged the body of her victim into the cell, chained Ursula to the manacles that secured her arms and legs. She slipped a t-belt around the woman to inflict suffering upon her when she wakened. She won't like this thing a bit Julie thought to herself, tittering at the picture it aroused of the unconscious woman regaining consciousness to find herself trapped in the vicious saddle strap. Inch by inch she drew it tight, playing with the wet cunt as she locked it in. She poked her fingers inside the large opening. This has seen plenty of action, she decided, running her fingers all around inside. She pulled the strap to the latch notch, and buckled it tight. She's in until I let her out, Julie chuckled. It was a fine piece of work she decided.
"That kid sister of yours in really developing into a tiger, Diamond commented to Tracy and Yvonne. "Why not get some advice from her on Catherine. That tank idea is beginning to become redundant, I mean, after a while she'll be so adjusted to serving time in there that the suffering will lessen. Why not take her out for a while? I have a few tricks I want to test out myself on that arrogant ass of hers."
Tracy considered this for an interval.
"She hasn't been inside for more than a few weeks. There are a few more little party games that I can show her while she's locked in there."
"You can always take her out and put her back," Yvonne suggested. She moaned in delight as Diamond pinched her clitoris.
"That's not the same torture at all," Tracy answered. "The absolute worst torture to my mind is the one she suffers now, the torture that may never end. For all the bitch knows I could leave her in that thing until she rots. The glass is unbreakable, she can't even reach the lock. It's a masterpiece. I've made a naked pet animal out of her, to display herself whenever I choose, to yield up her soft face and talented mouth to whatever indignity or humiliation I choose. She depends on me for her food and water, for the toilet paper to clean her ass as I laugh at her watching through the glass this supreme humiliation. I have driven her all of the way down. She is an exhibit, a prisoner, a totally abject and helpless being. Yes, I think I'll just leave her this way for a good long time. A very long time."
Diamond laughed and pinched both clitorises as he contemplated this wisdom. Tracy had become a real expert. There was a lesson there somewhere, and he did not intend to miss the point. He would have to be careful with this group, for the wrong victim could very well become the master. He would have to be certain he never rode too roughshod over them, never provoked their wrath. At least not without knowing it, and being on his guard. He would fare no better than Catherine in that tank, and would out scream Ursula on that rack. But as he played with their tits he felt very confident concerning his future with them. They would have a hell of a lot of fun together. After all, he had three beautiful girls now. Three and a half, counting 'Barbara.'
CHAPTER TEN
A full year passed rapidly by. Changes occurred, and were superseded by still further changes. The Ambersons with Diamond guiding them moved further and further out into the jungle of the domination underground. Tracy and Yvonne became famous in this world, sinister queens of the whip and chain. The once dominant Catherine Dare became a totally abject and will-less slave, cringing in terror at the very sight of an instrument of punishment. Ursula bore up to it with greater endurance, but she to was broken down to a mere shadow of her former powerful self.
Phillip Amberson worked hard displaying a semblance of a normal life. He shut himself off from most of the events occurring in his home, retreating to the bottle and pot. He sometimes participated in a particularly delectable orgy, but usually went his own way. Occasionally he frequented the massage-model places where he had first met Catherine, and enjoyed the almost forgotten pleasure of a good beating.
Tracy and Yvonne became trainers of young slave girls, willing victims who prostrated them- selves before the beautiful blonde witches to suck at their moist tasty cunts as their own bodies were slashed with whips. Diamond was the master of the entire show, ruler of them all and the one man who touched Tracy any more at all. His own whips were much used on her tender flesh, and she still groveled before him in the humility of her own slavishness.
Other dominators became their friends and allies. Many had known the two beauties who were now total slaves, and found their plight hysterically funny.
Eventually Tracy tired of the presence of the two slaves. What do I want with them anymore, she thought. Young girls were constantly writing to her through the ads placed in many strange publications, begging to become her slaves. She had long since tired of torturing Catherine, she had literally run out of fresh ideas. Those many months ago when Catherine had been let forth from the glass tank, so weak that she could barely stand, she had crawled over to Tracy begging to be allowed to go free. She had held her own breasts out to the cigar that Tracy laughing and cursing her all the time, had thrust again and again into her soft flesh. Tricia had branded her initials into the breasts of the weeping slave with that cigar, her cunt exploding with excitement as she had done so. And Catherine had held her flesh steady and gritted her teeth and born the pain without even a feeble attempt to defend herself. Such contemptible subjectivity was now a bore to her.
Tricia, a favorite girl of hers worked before her as Tracy thought of the past and the present. Her long pointed pink tongue slurped in and out of Tracy's vagina in such a pleasant way that she felt herself floating off free and loose from everything. Tricia nipped and tugged at the clitoris with her teeth, sending shivers through Tracy. Tracy slashed the happy slave across the shoulders with her quiet, adding to the pleasure of the slave girl. Her back, breasts, shoulders, and ass were streaked with the red slashes of the quirt. Tracy slapped her with the whip across her mammoth soft behind. The slave reacted the same pleasured way to both pain and ecstasy, Tracy thought. Across the room two other slave girls played sixty-nine together, shackled wrist to ankle, for Tracy's amusement. It was the ultimate pleasure in life to have such wonderful beautiful slaves to play with. Catherine and Ursula were no longer worth the trouble to keep them. They were also reminders of the days when Tracy and her brothers and sisters had been the slaves. Tracy would rid herself of the two of them. Was it still possible that they thought of someday being free? Well, it would not be Tracy who would release them, rather it would have to be a future master if that were ever to come about. They would be sold at auction, that would be their fate. To be sold the way slaves of the ancient days were sold, passed off to the highest bidder, terrified and contemplating the most terrible of fates, not having any idea of what the new master would inflict upon them.
The final decision of course, rested with Diamond, but he would undoubtedly consent to the disposal of the two slaves. He too was bored with them.
She talked about it to him that very night as she performed the functions of a slave for him. His long purple headed tool vibrated with stored-up energy as she flipped it side to side within her mouth. Her tongue massaged it left and right, her lips slid back and forth along its moistened length. Every prominent vein stood out sharply on the rock hard cock. As she gave him his blow job Diamond repaid the autocratic blonde witch with pain. He held a lighted candle in his hand, and from this candle hot tallow dripped down upon Tracy's back. The spicy pain of the hot wax added to the fervency with which Tracy worked on his tool. Her head thrust forward hard, inch after inch of the enlarged phallus disappearing into her throat. Her saliva covered fingers moved along the underside of his balls sending shivers of feeling through them that turned them hard as rocks. He threw his head back and bellowed the way a bull does as his cock fired its pent-up load into the girl's mouth. Every hot drop swirled down her hungry throat. The snuffed out candle dropped from his hand. Tracy felt triumphant in this draining of the man, realizing the sexual superiority of herself, the woman, the ever unfilled vessel that could suck dry the juices of any male. He may have been her master but it was not she who was exhausted and depleted. She could go all night, and had on many occasions.
Yvonne had watched them from a bed playing with a young brunette girl with large pendulous breasts which she twisted and turned about as she played with them. The girl buried her face in Yvonne's muff, licking every inch of her crotch back and forth, taking a trip around the world on the beautiful blonde.
"A slave auction sounds like a damn out of sight idea to me, Tracy. It would really put the finisher on the bill we owe those two bitches."
"Don't forget, Yvonne," Diamond reminded her pointedly, "that I have the final word on the disposal of those two. They belong to me in the final judgement, they're my slaves. An auction isn't such a easy deal to set up. We'll need a number of bidders, twenty or thirty minimum, with plenty of cash. If we do sell them off I'm going to want a minimum of four thousand dollars apiece for them and hope for five to ten each. That's a hell of a lot of bread and I wouldn't pay it myself for the two of them the way they look now."
"What's the matter with them," Tracy asked. Her hand roamed over his balls and diminished limp cock.
"They don't look like the same packages they were a year ago," he answered. "You could feed them a little more for a starter, and lay off a bit of the torture. I want them looking a damn sight better than they do at this moment when we auction them off. It should take about a month to set up properly, say six weeks from now. It'll be your ass if they're not presentable at the sale. After all, I have my reputation as a slave dealer to consider," he teased, grinding her tits one against the other.
"What reputation," asked Yvonne. "You've never dealt in slaves before."
"Don't bet your last dollar on that," was Diamond's cryptic rejoinder to her. They were a group who believed in action rather than talk. The slave auction was set up and preparations were set in motion.
The two unfortunates whose asses were to be auctioned off were the only ones unaware of what was to occur. As part of a final lesson in cruelty to be taught to them they were subjected to the torture of hope. Tracy eased off on their sufferings, and the slop they were fed gave way to decent and nourishing fare. They put back the weight they had lost over the months of agony, hopeful that they would be released when their appearance had assumed a normal vestige, as Tracy continually hinted to them. Hope can be a fool's dream, and so they allowed themselves to be conned this way, not catching the sneers and amused looks thrown at them out of the corners of everyone's eyes. There appearances improved rapidly, the marks and scars disappeared from their flesh, except for the occasional whippings they were still subjected to due to Tracy's assertion that auctioned slaves should bear some of the markings of a slave in the interests of realism. Even the burn initials of Catherine's breasts would be gone in a few more months. It was amazing to one and all that except for a pattern of small whitish whip scars on their asses there were no real permanent scars on their bodies whatsoever.
The two lived with hope. It was a shattering revelation to them when three days before the scheduled slave auction the gloating and triumphant Tracy informed them of what was to happen to them. How they begged and groveled and pled for their freedoms, pledging every form of sexual gratification they could imagine. Tracy kicked the two beauties in the crotches and tits, they fell on the floor screaming in pain and despair. They spent the last three days of slavery in the Amberson home chained to a wall with the young slave girls playing cruelly with them. The girls finger-fucked them remorselessly, twisted their knockers mercilessly, thrust pins into them. They went on a hunger strike, and were forced fed through funnels strapped into their mouths, and hot piss washed the food down their sickened guts.
The one card Catherine had left was her marriage to Phillip Amberson. She was legally his wife, in the real world that existed with strong legal bindings beyond the underground of pain and domination she held a very real and uneraseable position. Some day, sooner or later, her presence as Phillip Amberson's wife would be required and her total absence without any possible logical explanation could not be explained away. This was a very weak card. She was presented with the papers for divorce, a lawyer who kept young boys in drag as slaves handled the formalities. She was forced to sign, the hot needles being twisted into her breasts left her with no alternative. The matter would pass effortlessly through the courts in a routine way not requiring her presence, she had filled out all of the forms and a lengthy written statement. It was all done now, and her ties with the Ambersons legally as good as severed.
Tracy clutched a handful of her long black hair, and spit viciously into Catherine's face. She wiped the saliva in with Catherine's hair.
"You're all through, now, you dirty bitch. I've paid you off tenfold for every miserable torture you inflicted upon me, for every vestige of normalcy gone from me and never to be regained. I'm the monster you created, step mommy. Take a good look, slave. Do you admire your handiwork? Are you pleased with the way we've all turned out.
Answer me, damn it." She savagely shook Catherine by her hair.
"Oh please, turn me loose. Haven't you done enough to me already? You really have paid me back ten for one, so why not let it end here and... " A heavy punch to her stomach cut her off.
"Listen," Tracy snarled into her face, I have hardly begun to express to you my feelings. I could skin you alive slowly and feel not the slightest twinge about it. You bore me now, you bitch. Consider yourself lucky to be getting out of here in one piece, and just concentrate upon pleasing your new owner. Maybe you'll be lucky and a kindly master will buy you. It might even be a former friend of yours."
"That wouldn't be any help to them," Yvonne added. "Their friends are probably the worst of all."
"Without a doubt," Tracy sneered.
Catherine might have agreed with them if her opinion had been required. On that terrible night when she and Ursula were dragged out upon the improvised stage she did recognize a few faces among that array assembled there. There was quite a turnout, more than fifty bidders considerably more than Diamond had expected more than a month ago when the slave sale had been in its planning stage.
Diamond was resplendent in a black leather slave dealer's outfit complete with a wide-brimmed plantation foreman hat. Tracy and Yvonne assisted him, also garbed in black leather outfits slit down the front all the way exposing their hairy triangles. The whips they held cracked over the flesh of the two slaves, naked except for the chains on their wrists and ankles.
A murmur of excitement filled the room as the two beautiful slaves were revealed to this assembly of prospective owners. Many of them had owned unwilling slaves and had taken part in auctions such as this one. There was not one sympathetic eye or one voice that would speak out for them. The cruel faced men and women garbed in weird and terrifying costumes as bizarre as those of the three auctioneers whispered among themselves, mouthing obscene comments and desires toward the slaves, forming partnerships and buying combines to pool resources. The starting bid was four thousand dollars apiece for them.
Diamond auctioned Ursula off first. Tracy wanted Catherine to be the main course. The waiting would add to her torture as well. Ursula hung her head and wept as any novice young slave girl would. Who could have imagined that she had once dealt out the whippings without mercy. Yvonne stood close behind her, running her hands over Ursula's body, feeling her heavy pendulous tits, rubbing them together, sticking fingers into Ursula's cunt, caressing her thighs. And as she worked this way arousing the buyers Diamond went into his spiel, describing the ways Ursula fucked and sucked. Her reactions under the whip and the tortures that affected her the most. He laughed and joked with the crowd and urged them on to higher and higher bids. He ran the tip of his whip over Ursula's body, thrust his hand up her cunt, turned her around and held the cheeks of her ass apart revealing the puckered ass opening. He ran the leather of the whip up and down the line of her ass crease, and thrust the handle up her ass as the bidding rose higher and higher. Five thousand, six, all the way up to eight. A combination of three butch lesbians pooled together and topped the other bids at eleven thousand. Diamond was delighted with the price. It was better than he had hoped for. Most of the buyers seemed to be waiting for Catherine. She would bring even more. Even in her degraded state there was still something special about her.
Catherine could also sense the hunger of the buyers for her. She screamed in despair as the three butch girls dragged Ursula into another room, their hungry anxious hands all over her tits and ass.
Diamond worked his buying spiel in high as Tracy displayed Catherine's charms to the buyers.
"What am I bid for this lovely piece of meat, this delicious slave who fucks and sucks in ways to please every motherfucker in here. Look at that cunt, that ripe shapely piece of pelvis steak, a delectable fruit wrapped in those pearl-like lips that drip juice so sweetly when you eat her. She fucks like a rabbit, a real acrobat, every position ever invented, an athlete. The whip drives her on to greater efforts, whip her when you screw her and you won't be disappointed. Regard that mouth my friends, imagine that mouth is yours to enjoy, to fill with things, dip into and draw out of. Look at that mouth. How much am I bid, how much... " And so on, and so forth.
The bidding went higher and higher. Tracy wondered if it was of any consolation to Catherine that her ass was bringing more loot than Ursula's had. Probably not. She twisted Catherine's sensitive nipples and laughed in her ear.
"Bidding is beginning to top off baby. Not long now. Who do you think will get you. Maybe that fat bald mean looking one with the bullwhip around his waist for a belt. Or what about that broad with the dog collar all ready for you. She's certainly prepared. Must be very confident. Oh, she's got the high bid at the moment too."
At least I'll be away from this scummy bitch, Catherine thought. It was some comfort at this point. The bidding reached its climax. Diamond could not draw a dollar above sixteen thousand five hundred. His greed had been aroused by now and with a considerable amount of reluctance he let Catherine go at that price to a tall, statuesque woman wearing a transparent net suit and a black hood that completely concealed her features. She was one of several anonymous bidders at the slave auction known to a friend of Diamond's with celebrity associates but anonymous and incognito to all others present. Diamond had not the slightest idea of her identity and it appeared ironic to him that Catherine was passing so completely from his hands that he had no idea whatsoever of her destination or new owner.
A huge burly servant threw the naked chained beauty over one brawny shoulder and carried her off to a packing case set up in the hallway. He slapped her ass raw as he carried her screaming and protesting away with the approval of his mistress. It was apparent that Catherine was in for a very interesting time at her new home.
Without ceremony she was thrown into the packing crate and nailed up inside it. She was then placed in the back of a pickup truck and carted off to places and destination unknown by her new owner. Holding the cash money in his hand Diamond found himself completely without regrets at her absence. Good riddance to both at a tidy profit. Ursula followed Catherine quite soon after this. After playing with her tits, cunt and ass for a time the three butch broads had forced her head and torso into a leather sack that reached to her waist. The tightly drawn strap had then been tied off, cutting cruelly into her tender belly as an added little pain provider. They hustled her out to a waiting limousine whipping her ass bloody as she staggered and swayed, tripping numerous times. They did not help her one iota, merely whipped her harder every time she floundered and fell on her ass. Her piercing screams muffled by the leather sack were quite amusing.
The losing bidders did not vacate immediately, there was a free show on the program. Barbara came out on the stage and began to strip. The black lace garments came away one by one. There were a few polite cheers for her tits. This was merely a warm-up as everyone was aware and they waited expectantly for something a bit more fanciful. It came as the last garment, the panties, slowly rolled down Barbara's thighs. Barbara was a boy, a transvestite with cock and balls and a girl's tits. A round of astonished applause went up for Barbara-John. Barbara-John began to play with his cock, one hand squeezing his balls.
"Come on everybody," he shouted, "come up here and play with what you want to."
A wild rush immediately occurred. Hands grabbed his cock, balls, tits, and ass. He could hardly keep from coming with the myriad hands playing with his hard cock. A redheaded girl with tattoos on her tits grabbed his tool with both hands and shoved the tip into her mouth. Others helped her to lower him to the floor so that she could give him a head job with some class. It was one of the best blowjobs John had ever received. The girl literally swallowed his load down in one sucking thirsty gulp. His cock almost tore loose from its roots as she sucked at it. Hands continued to manipulate his breasts and play with his baits, as she blew him. As she finished he was turned over on his belly and a confused mass of hands began to spank him. Dozens of hands confusedly rained blows on his ass, back, and thighs. He was a screaming crimson figure by the time he was extricated from the tangle. The audience returned to their places to view the remainder of the sex circus.
Tracy and Yvonne returned to the stage, riding the backs of two slave girls decked out in horse costumes, cruel bits wedged into their mouths. The slaves were rapidly divested of their costumes and the two blonde furies laid upon them with cat of nine tail whips. Tracy's slave stood stoically facing her mistress, taking her beating on the bare breasts and thighs, trying not to scream, as blow after blow tore her beast skin, causing rivulets of red to run down her belly. Tracy whipped her belly next, her thighs, and slashed at the bull's-eye target of her hairy vagina. The slave dropped screaming to the floor, trying to cover her vulnerable parts with her hands. The blood-thirsty audience cheered Tracy on to whip the girl bloody. Tracy kicked her over on her belly and want to work on her back area. Several vicious lashes across her ass drove her belly crawling across the length of the stage. Yvonne's slave was not being as severely whipped as Tracy's victim and bore up better under her punishment. Yvonne relented when her slave collapsed at her feet.
There was more to the circus, and the show soon became part of a general orgy. But it never pays to take a situation for granted. In the early morning hours the last of the revelers made their weary way out. Diamond lay half drunk, half on hash, and very much sexually drained off in an unconscious embrace with Allen and Julie. Yvonne was playing with the slaves and Tracy had decked herself out with pot. Sometime in that night fearful, subservient John saw his opportunity, decided upon his plan and made off into the night with the twenty-seven thousand dollars which he sneaked out of Diamond's desk in the very room in which he slept. It was unbelievable. To add insult to injury he also made off with the finest clothing in Tracy's wardrobe. It was unbelievable, but by late afternoon of the next day it was apparent that this was what had happened. Twenty-seven thousand dollars gone and Barbara-John as well. He had taken one of the cars.
"Shit, Diamond lamented. "All of that money gone. Easy come, easy go, Goddam. Who would have thought the little fruit had the balls to do it. Can't even go to the fuzz about it either. Can't explain that somebody stole my slave sale money." He shakily forced a cup of black coffee down his throat.
"What are you complaining about, for Chris-sakes. He took my clothes with him, all of my best outfits. Anyway, part of that money was supposed to be mine. Or maybe you had other ideas."
"This isn't the time to open up a mouth with me, baby," he warned Tracy. I'm in one bad-ass mood and just looking for a reason to tear somebody's ass. So don't you mess with me right now, no way-no how."
Tracy let it drop at this point, but the whole affair was disillusioning in her evaluation of Diamond. It had been an act of extreme stupidity and carelessness to lose the money that way. It was not that much of a disaster to her, and it did have a funny side, but her opinion of Diamond was considerably less than it had been before. She was getting tired of being his slave, anyway. If he could be ripped off by her half girl brother he was not worthy of so much respect. If he was gone she could play the field again. She and Yvonne would be a hell of a lot freer. Of course, he would not simply take off if she told him to. He was a greedy bastard anyway. Probably intended to keep all of the bread. Somehow she would sooner or later have to gain the advantage over him. Not now though. He would probably be very cautious for a long time. Not to act in haste, that was the thing. She could afford to wait. Tracy went over to him, all sweet faced and shiny eyed with love. She caressed his cock, fingering the long vein that ran prominently along its length. She wondered how it would look with a tight cord tied at the base of it. It was something she might do some day when she was in charge. She dropped to her knees and filled her mouth with the tip, compressing it between her gums, moistening it and running her tongue all around. It began to fill out, and the shaft hardened and lengthened and slowly flowed into Tracy's mouth as her head began to bob back and forth in that wild head dance of the skilled fellactrice. Back and forth a bit out, and then in deeper. Her tongue beating against the hot head, her lips flapping all around, the inner lips rolled out and all in wet contact with the shaft, faster and faster. His load shot into her mouth finally, not a large one, he was well drained out.
After that he desired to whip her. Tracy braced herself against the wall, taking the first lash across her ass. As he whipped her bloody, as he sliced her up venting his rage at the loss of the money upon this available target, she thought of how he would react under her whip when the day came that she was the mistress and he the slave.