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 The Hacker: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf, Mm, MF, MM, tv.

   I'm a hacker.  Not one of your nerdy amateurs: I'm a pro.  I'm also a
complete sadist....  though my preference is for inflicting psychological
and emotional pain as much as the physical.  Enjoy both, of course, but a
lot of my pleasure is from the power of domination, and the fear reaction
of my victims rather than their suffering of physical torture.

   I did math at university and was in at the beginning of the internet
revolution in the nineties, working as a security expert for a global
engineering company, protecting their trade secrets and, bank accounts, and
their computer systems generally.

   But I realised I was being an idiot!  With what I knew I could be
seriously rich, with little or no risk.

   My first big coup was in 1998 and made me a multi-millionaire: It's
possible the company I hit has never realised it: as long as the accounts
still showed the cash they still had it!  Whatever, there was never any
publicity about it.  I set up an off-shore, anonymous company and that
instrument bought my estate.

   I am not greedy: I do one big raid every second year, and for the rest
amuse myself either the real thing here in my bunker, or more
conventionally role-play with paid partners, always overseas....  New York,
California, The Riviera, Asia.  My occasional trips to Britain are all for
my very special interests: apart from that I keep well away and leave as
few signs of my visits as I can: for tax reasons but mostly because it
covers my traces.

   I'm into body building, and also just love prying into people's guilty
little secrets, probing their laptops and more recently their phones and
cloud for info and images they would blush to have published!  That is
certainly part of my power complex.  I don't publish them, but sometimes
use them to my advantage as I will explain later.



   My "bunker" was happy chance discovery.  After I made my first twenty
million that night in '98 I bought an apartment in Nice, another in New
York, and this five hundred acres of woodland, with a burned out medieval
manor house in the middle of it.  I was going to build myself a country
retreat, but when I inspected the overgrown and ruined piles of brick and
dressed stone I realised the cellars were still intact...  or at least some
of them.  Beautifully crafted vaulted stone roofs and huge-blocks of stone
for the walls....  presumably to bear the weight of the house that once
stood on top.  Ideas formed in my mind.  A sadist's dream, this place could
be.

   The builders I retained specialised in "Survivalist Bunkers", and
thought that is what they were building for me.  Bomb-proof, steel doors,
water, air conditioning, electricity and sewage systems, hidden from any
prying eyes.

   Then a gang of Polish and Lithuanian workers put in the more specialised
amenities I wanted: cash and no questions asked.  I checked a few months
later and they had gone, back to their countries I assume.  No record, no
loose info laying about.

   I left the rutted, pot-holed access road in its dreadful state, but had
a shed put up, big enough for a long wheel-base van, and with a canopy of
oaks and ash trees and some shovels of earth and dead leaves discrete
enough to hide the van.



   My first few "guests" are buried in the forest: they each gave me a week
or two of intense pleasure before beginning to bore me, and making the
final sacrifice!

   I've been very very careful in my selection of guests: they have to be
young and beautiful, of course, and have to use phones, laptops or tablets
I can access from wherever in the world I am, to find out about them. 
Information reduces the risk to near zero.  They have so far all been
teenagers, some boys but mostly girls.  I minimise the risk but each one
involved a slight danger of discovery so I confined my choices to those I
really lusted after....  young teenagers, virgins.

   But this time I was much more ambitious.  I had been researching a
"nuclear family", let's call them The Robinsons.  Tina Robinson was a real
beauty, with a trim figure and lovely firm breasts: she did a lot of
jogging and went to the gym.  Worked as a dress designer.  Her husband had
my old profession, computer programmer, and frankly was a bit of a nerd....
his wife was too good for him in my opinion.  They had two children, Connor
a lad of fifteen and big for his age.  Lucky boy took after his mother more
than his father and was rather handsome: he was an athlete and often went
jogging with his mother.  The real jewel was Rosie, their daughter. 
Rosemarie Robinson was a bubbly, joyful thirteen year old, with her
mother's golden hair and already nice little breasts, small but every bit
as sexy as her mother's.  A cute little bum: I like cute bums!

   Outwardly a happy, successful, middle class family.  Inwardly they had
their grubby little secrets for me to explore, document and exploit.

   I had planned abducting little Rosie and was working up that project,
but as I researched the family, probing and prying, I found I wanted to
capture all of them and amuse myself "en famille".  Their "personnel
files", the "CVs" I developed for them made them interesting targets for a
dedicated sadist like me....  The opportunities for mixing their
humiliation with my sexual excitement, and finally satisfaction was just
too good to pass up.  I would have to be very careful, though.  The little
girl would have been easy....  well-trodden path: but all four, much more
tricky.



   I had worked up my plan of operation in meticulous detail, and as I went
through the various stages everything ran like clockwork.  It was already
dusk when I parked up briefly on a bit of waste land about twelve miles
from the up-market suburb where they had their apartment.  It took me only
a couple of minutes to fix the false number plates: I say "false" but in
fact they were the genuine number plates for a van belonging to a large
rental firm, same model as mine and observed in their airport parking area
a week before.  The hire-van was white and had no company logos.  Nearly
new it was bound to be hired out on a Friday and if by some accident my van
was seen, then the Old Bill could have a merry old time chasing up some
hapless plumber or market trader!  This is what I mean by careful planning.

   And then on to the target location using a complicated route through the
suburbs that I had reconnoitred carefully on foot or bicycle to avoid ALL
surveillance cameras.

   At zero hour less one minute I was outside the garage entrance for the
apartment block.  I switched off the cctv camera inside the underground
car-parking using a signal from my laptop and transmitter, and another
signal opened the up-and-over garage door.  Inside there were only two
other cars, and Roger Robinson's Four-by-Four.  Their other parking space
was empty as I knew it would be: text messages on her mobile showed Tina
had dropped her Skoda in for servicing that morning, and would collect it
Saturday mid-day.  I backed the van into her slot, and opened the back
doors directly facing the garage-door to their apartment.

   I already had a wet-suit on, but over it all put a white bio-hazard
suit: completely covered up there was no risk of shedding any DNA around
the flat for the inevitable forensic scientists to recover, The helmet was
effectively a gas-mask too, a consideration as I picked up the cylinder and
opened the first "fire-door" using the four-digit code I had hacked the day
before.

   The suit is something easy to buy online, but I wanted to be anonymous
so I bought it from the same criminal source as the gas cylinder, with its
Cyrillic, Russian markings.  Those guys showed me how to use it: and we
worked out the timings together by gassing a cow in a field and measuring
how long a burst put it out.  One second put a cow out for half an hour....
so should be plenty for a human!

   Text messages showed they would all be round the dinner table at seven:
seven o'clock sharp the rather bossy woman had told her man and children
"for daddy's fortieth birthday".  The inner door was not even locked, and I
could hear their voices inside.

   Quiet, outside the dining room, I could peer through the hinge-side gap
and work out exactly where the four were seated.  Then it was sudden: burst
in, squirt a continuous stream and circle it round all four.  Only the lad
even moved from his seat: good reactions that one, but to no avail, as they
each fell forward, heads on the table and the joint of beef and dishes of
vegetables untouched in the centre, the wine opened but un-poured.  This
would all be a great mystery for the Old Bill, I thought, amused.  A sort
of suburban Marie Celeste!

   Anyway, all I had to do was lift each inert body out through two doors
and straight into the van, where I shackled them to the welded fixtures in
the van walls, and gagged the males with rags and duck-tape, the females
with those rubber-ball gags you can buy at fetish fairs.  (These came from
Paris).  I resisted the temptation to grope either my golden angel, Rosie,
or her spectacular mother.

   I looked at them slumped against the walls, Roger in a smart light-wool
suit and tie, his wife in a frankly sexy low-cut dress, belted to show off
her tiny waist, pointy tits, and cute bum, Connor in shorts and a t-shirt
advertising some sports facility or other: tight and sexy.  The lovely
Rosie in trainers, a tartan mini skirt, and a cropped top focussing the
eyes on her tits and her bare, tanned belly, her long slender legs.  I
drooled for a second or two and then slammed the doors shut, locking them.
Time was of the essence.  I wanted to back-track my safe route to the waste
ground, change the number plates again and be out on the trunk road where
there would be no danger of any noise being heard, before they woke up.

   I took off the protective suit and mask, but slipped on a hoodie: the
van has been modified with darkened windows, but this was being
ultra-careful!  Outside the garage I switched the inside camera on again,
and the way I had jiggered it would not show any gap in the film, just the
same unchanged scene before and after for the ten minutes or so the
operation took!  When The Old Bill got round to looking at it they would
probably assume that whatever happened to the Robinsons the garage was not
involved!



   The four were still out cold at the waste ground, but I gave them
another squirt to be on the safe side before I changed the number plates
yet again.  Really false this time.



   And they were sleeping like babes when I backed into the entrance to the
Bunker.  It helps being a body-builder and amateur weight-lifter, so it was
easy to carry them one at a time into my play room.

   I took the two males in first, stripped them and swapped their plastic
cuffs for proper steel handcuffs, Russian police issue.  The wimpish Roger
had a small cock (really a woman like his wife with her fantastic figure
deserved better) but her son Connor already had what would probably be near
adult-sized when erect, as I intended to make it soon.  A stainless steel
chain was passed between the cuffs, locked in place, and attached to one of
the rings set into the stonework of the vault above their heads.  The
pulleys allowed me to stretch them upright till their legs were straight
and their feet flat on the floor.  I then shackled each of them at the
ankles...  One never to be forgotten time a young female "visitor" had
managed to kick me in the crotch.  She was suitably punished, of course,
but an experience not to be repeated.

   I am less into boys than girls perhaps.  But the lad's bum was rather
fine, muscled and slender at the base of the triangle of a flawless back. I
parted his buttocks to expose a beautiful teenage anus, pink and puckered,
virginal in the white crease of his arse.  I would enjoy whipping him. 
Perhaps more when I tired of the females!

   It was almost a pity to completely strip Tina.  Under that sexy silk
dress she was wearing really beautiful lingerie...  the full set, bra,
French knickers and suspender belt, all in gold satin.  I took them off her
carefully: sometime later when she was tamed and bent to my will, I would
dress her in them again, and the fully-fashioned nylons and high heels, and
enjoy her while indulging my lingerie fetish.  But for her complete
humiliation my sadism demanded and that would finally bring her eager
compliance to my demands she needed to be naked.  I tied her to a heavy oak
chair between the two males, her hands fixed behind the back of the chair,
hand-cuffed, her legs apart and shackled at the ankles, the shackles round
the chair legs so she would not be able to close them and hide her lovely,
"hollywood" shaven pussy.
Little Rosie in her teenager gear, discrete but so sexy, I left fully
clothed, but tied in the twin of her mother's chair, facing the three of
them at about four paces distance.  As she sat slumped, I must admit I
allowed myself a quick grope of those tits...  a bra but no padding: those
little swelling mounds were firm and would be a delight.  Would she be
waxed like her mother, or would there be a fleece of fine golden hair over

her little-girl mons?  I teased myself, making myself wait.  Later!

   My toys were laid out on a bench along one wall.  The other wall would
hold a surprise for them!

   I went to my part of the bunker, swallowed a blue pill, and had a pizza
and half a bottle of wine, waiting for them to come round.  My cock was
behaving with a life of its own getting stiff as I thought about the
sadist's dream scenario I had set up, and worked the script through in my
mind.  I checked the video cameras were working: in a few weeks' time, when
the action was over.  I would store the edited two-hour film I always keep.
I have several such videos encrypted, hidden in the Dark Web).

   I did not touch my cock, did not dare to!



   The tv screen showed the three adults had come round, but Rosie was
still emerging from the slumber.  There was panicky conversation going on.
I'd soon stop that!  Rosie was sitting up straight now.  Nearly time.

   I stripped off and considered oiling my body, as I do for competitions
(this was going to be filmed!), but decided against it.  I picked out the
black leather harness as being the most intimidating with its stainless
steel buckles, studs, and cock-ring.  I put it on and forced the ring over
my cock and balls....  I am completely hairless (all-over laser treatment
not shaving or wax) and as I looked at myself in the long mirror and did a
few body-builder poses flexing my muscles I liked what I saw.  I was big
and mean-looking, a hard bastard in more ways than one!  Shaven my cock and
balls looked even bigger than they are (and I have nine inches, cut) and
besides keeping my cock hard once its on and satisfying my sadist fetish,
that cock ring, pushed my balls forward but still allowing them to hang
loose red and shiny, making my balls look even bigger, hanging low and
free, shining-smooth!

   There was a silence as I strode in.  And then:

   "I'll kill you for this!"

   Roger was angry, but looked as if he was about to cry as well.  Wimp!

   "When you see what I've found on your computer, Roger, you'll certainly
want to get rid of me.  I've found enough to put you away for a long long
time.  So just shut up!"

   "You can't have....."

   "I can.  And I have.  You should have bought a better encryption
program...  yours was a piece of cake.  Your firewall was no good either:
I've been sharing your computer with you for a month now."

   "I don't believe you...."

   "Right, let's see some of it shall we?  What do you think, girls?  Do
you want to see what this family man has been up to when you're not
looking?"

   No response.

   "Now, Mrs Robinson, some house rules.  When I ask a question I want an
answer, and a completely honest on.  Anything else and I use this.  Tell
her what it feels like, Rosie."

   I walked over to the girl and touched her slender neck with my probe.  A
satisfying scream.

   "I think she's told you, Tina!  Now, do I show you."

   "If you must, but not that thing, please."



   I went over to my bench and tapped into my laptop.  The huge screen
above the bench lit up and a slide show started.

   "I noticed that the pics you downloaded five years ago were all pretty
girls that looked 17 or 18....  here's a few." These were the sort the web
is completely full of, mostly semi-professionals, a few amateurs.  Roger
had selected the best of them, and I selected the best of his files.  Few
were actually as sexy, or well-formed as his wife.  None were illegal.

   "But soon after that they started getting younger....  here's a few of
those.  I expect you had to buy some of these." Some of these might have
been legal, but some clearly were not: average age about sixteen I guess,
sixteen or fifteen and very tasty with their pretty tits and cute bums.

   "And in the last years they have been clearly under-age and illegal....
about the age of your delightful daughter, say 11 or 12.  Can't say I blame
you as they really are delightful.  Look at the lovely conical breasts on
this pig-tailed brunette in profile, and the gloriously pert rounded tits
for this little blonde angel, and her pouting cunt lips.  I know how much
you paid for these....  really you should not have used a traceable credit
card, Roger, with what you must know about the net.  Or perhaps you thought
the transaction was untraceable because of your anonymous servers?  Wrong!"


   I halted the slide show on this image for a minute or two.

   "She looks a bit like your daughter, doesn't she.  It's not Rosie, it's
a girl called Elspeth and she's Scottish.  You and the girl's father traded
other pictures two months ago.  No cash, except your subscription to the
site, but can you remember the pictures you sent him in return?  No need to
answer as I'm sure you can!"

   He had gone white, and looked quite distraught.  His cock was still
stiff, though, as was his son!

   "No!  Please!"

   "There's a pic of her cute bottom, and some close-ups of her breasts....
tiny aureoles, but nice erect nipples don't you think.  Now, look carefully
and you can see her clitoris peeping shyly out, as shy as those maidenly
downcast eyes.  You seem to prefer the little angels with some fine hair on
their mounds.  Or is it just that the waxed and shaven images are more
difficult to find?"

   I looked him in the eye, and he looked down at the floor.  Ashamed!

   "I asked you a question.  Reply."

   Silence, eyes refusing to meet mine.

   "And look at me when I speak to you.  I'm going to show you the
punishment dumb insolence will earn."

   I picked up what is called a "cattle-prod" and pushed hard at his balls.
He screamed!

   "Same punishment for a lie."

   I touched his balls again: another scream.  This really is my torture
tool of choice now, and comes from the same source as the anaesthetic gas,
bio-suits, etc.  The two short probes at the end work at very high voltage
and low current so as to maximise pain and minimise the physical marks left
on the victim.  Experience shows that you only have to use the prod once or
twice....  and then a simple glance in the direction of it is enough to
ensure complete submission that is a bigger turn on to me than any amount
of real pain.

   "So how do you prefer them?"

   "Shaved...."

   "You bastard.  Pervert.  Bastard.  You've got a hard cock watching those
disgusting photos.  Now I know why you wanted me shaved.  Little girls! 
Bastard!".  His wife's voice rose to a scream nearly as loud as his.  "And
now you admit you like looking at pictures of girls with shaved
privates.... And sending pics to a stranger.  Pics of me....  or little
Rosie?  Bastard.  Pervert!"

   I put the prod down and went over to stand behind her and picked up a
black-steel commando knife.  Standing behind her I let the blunt edge of
the cold steel touch her neck.  She screamed "No!  I beg you, no!" My cock
twitched and a dark spot appeared on my trousers where my excitement at her
anguish and fear had led to a flow of pre-cum.  God!  I love to hear a
woman scream.  She had arrived with her hair up in what looked like an
expensive hair-style, piled up on top and making her look taller than she
really is.

   I reached round and grasped her tits.  (She was one of those women whose
nipples stiffen when they are frightened.  In my experience they make the
best sex-slaves, turned on by pain and finishing up compliant.  So this was
promising!) I whispered low in her ear so only she could hear...  "You
really thought I'd slit your throat.  Well sweetie pie, I may yet, but not
if you are extra nice to me." I found a pin in her hair and pulled it out.
Then there was some sort of elastic tie that I cut with the knife so her
hair fell to her shoulders, "That's how I like a slave-girl's hair: and
your little daughter will look better when I've rearranged hers too.  By
the way you had better shut up and keep that way....  I've got some
spectacular action pics and videos of you with several lovers I could
easily share with your husband and daughter."

   She blanched.  I turned the slide-show on again.

   Connor was stiff too, and neither he nor his father could take their
eyes off the more and more pictures of teenage girls, life size, on the
screen.

   Gradually the pictures were mixed in with sexual scenes, the youngster
girls sucking cocks, hairless pussies being sucked by often elderly men,
being fucked in all positions, groups.  Connor's cock was leaking pre-cum.

   I stopped the show, blank screen, and stood behind Rosie, feeling her
breasts through her flimsy top and what was obviously a bra.  Felt good. 
Round to my bench and a shining steel carving knife.  (My mind went back to
the dinner-party scene a few hours before, roast beef and carving knife and
I smiled).  Rosie looked at me.  Young girl being brave, fixed tight lips,
imploring blue eyes.  So lovely, so innocent, so helpless, so vulnerable.

   Still holding one tit I touched the blade to her tanned, slender neck,
and she winced: yes, the steel was cold, but the fear registered in her
blue eyes.  she spoke for the first time.

   "Please, no!  I'll do anything, but don't kill me...."

   Anything!  Now that's an offer for a confirmed sadist.  My cock twitched
with a life of its own.

   I slipped the blade down her top, between her tits, turned it, and
ripped her top and bra right down, so the whole fell apart revealing her
tits.  Blade now at the waist of that skirt riding up so that her legs were
already bare to mid-thigh, and ripped down, skirt and little-girl white
cotton panties destroyed and falling open.  I stood back and admired.  Pink
aureoles crowning perky little teenage tits, her nipples surprisingly puffy
and large.  Tanned, fit torso and belly and the prettiest pussy you ever
saw.  Golden fleece of very fine hair covering a gently swelling mound, the
cunt lips tight closed and nearly hairless still at twelve years old.

   I cut the ribbon on her pony tail, and her shining blonde hair fell
loose to her shoulders.  A wet dream!

   "There, Roger: nothing like the real thing is there?  But you've seen it
before, of course."

   Both Roger and Connor had their eyes fixed on the girl as if hypnotised.
Both cocks rampant!

   "Rosie, did you know your respectable daddy was peeking at you in your
underwear and naked too when he was specially lucky.  Can you imagine him
taking his cock out and jerking off watching you undress and play with your
tits and pussy, his cum spurting out?  Look how stiff he is now looking at
your tits and pussy for real.  Do you think his Welsh guy enjoyed looking
at the pics and videos your daddy sent him?  Or perhaps you like the idea
of your daddy lusting for you: so many little girls dream of seducing their
daddies...  "

   "Please, no!"

   That was Roger, who earned himself another probe, another jolt of pain
tearing through his body, and for me the satisfaction of another scream. 
He would not interrupt for a while!

   "Well, Rosie?"

   Almost a sob, not quite.  A brave little girl!  They are the best!

   "No."

   "No what?"

   "No, I did not know."

   The sob in her voice made my cock twitch and a drop of pre-cum fell to
the floor.

   "Where did you hide the webcam, Roger?"

   "In the smoke alarm...."

   "Good thinking!  I reckon we should all share some of the pics and
videos, don't you think?  The colour recording must have been expensive,
but I guess we'll all recognise this little beauty was worth it.  Your
Welsh contact thought so when he sent you those of his own little angel,
and you traded some of these with him.  Our little blonde Rosie for his
elfin Elspeth...."

   "I wonder if you would have traded daughters for real eventually.....?"



   He had hours of the stuff encrypted on his laptop, but I have edited it
down to eight minutes of gradually increasingly sexy stuff.

   The first few shots were still photographs of Rosie in her lingerie,
plain white cotton, charming rather than sexy, brushing her golden hair,
trimming her toenails, and all the other little things an innocent girl
might do in her own room.  Then some more explicit (and illegal) bedroom
scenes....  Rosie naked breasts, studying herself in the mirror, handling
those firm little tits, coming to terms with the changes in her body. 
Rosie sitting in her chair, just as she was now, legs apart, and running a
comb through her newly acquired first hair on the pretty, rounded mons, her
cunt-lips still hairless but plumping up nicely.  No pre-teen narrow
tightness there now, but at least the promise of passionate response.

   The two men were leaning forward in their chains, studying the pictures
as they changed ever more revealing, ever sexier, eyes fixed sometimes on
the screen sometimes on the near-naked girl just a few paces from them. 
Both had erections, Connor's frankly impressive for a lad of his age and
dripping pre-cum intermittently.  Rosie sat there looking desperate,
unhappy, shattered.  Her body was exposed to her family...  and this huge,
fierce monster of a man!  Her daddy revealed as a pervert who lusted after
teenage girls, and was willing to send pictures and videos of his daughter
naked to a complete stranger.

   Tina just looked defeated.  Good, that's what I wanted of her. 
Completely demoralised as a basis for my transforming her into a sex-slave
toy!

   Now came the first video.  Rosie smiling and removing her white silk
panties with red roses embroidered on them (her best I assume), and laying
naked on her back on the bed.  The camera, in the ceiling corner gave an
interesting perspective to her naked breasts, standing so firm, no sag
lines, and exactly on cue, as it were, she fingered her right nipple,
pulling at it, pushing it in and allowing it to pop up.  This felt good of
course, and she opened her legs, the cam showing her plumping pussy, and
glory-be those pretty lips were just so slightly apart, her clitoris erect
and peeping out from under her hood, I wished Roger's cam had had a zoom
facility like all mine, but it was clear enough as, not smiling now but
with a look of concentration, she slipped her free hand down to her crotch,
opened the lips....  shocking pink against the white of her inner thighs,
and started to rub and tweak her clit.  Now her free hand leaving her
breast and a finger inserted in her vagina, two fingers now, in and out
finger-fucking, till her face grimaced, her hips rose, her toes curled and
she came.

   Seconds later she was pulling her panties on again, her bra and getting
into her school uniform....  obviously her early morning preparation for
the day.  God!  She looked cute in her white cotton shirt and black pleated
uniform skirt.

   More still shots of her masturbating, some in close-up.  Close-ups of
her tits....  Roger knew how to zoom the cam for still photos, and then the
piece de resistance....  a video of Rosie with a girl I managed to identify
as Felicia Fox in a pretty little sapphic orgy, Felicia underneath, Rosie
on top and taking the lead.  Rosie's cute little bum rose and fell as she
enjoyed the dark-haired girl's lips on her pussy, shagging the girl's face
as it were.  At the other end of "the beast with two backs" Rosie's blonde
hair spread out on the pillow, Felicia's spread thighs hiding her face and
lips from the cam.

   "Your daddy made the guy in Canada promise not to pass it on to anyone
when he sent over to him.  I wonder if the Canadian guy was a genuine loner
pervert, or if he was a front for some porn business.  It's possible,
Rosie, that you and Felicia are porn stars on the net without even knowing
it.  Anyway, your daddy got a lovely short video in return....  lots of
spanking and some fucking.  Seeing the Canadian guy shag his daughter must
have given your daddy ideas about you.  The girl is probably younger even
than you, a brunette though her pubic hair was so fine still it was
scarcely visible."



   The clip would last five minutes while both girls had multiple orgasms.
I turned to Tina.

   "Your son is suffering, Mrs Robinson: you should relieve it." I
whispered again so only she could hear.  "Suck him like you suck Gideon
Prentice.  Yes I've seen that, and have it here." I pointed at my tablet.
And louder.  "Suck the boy: I know you want to."

   "Liar!"

   My cattle prod touched her right nipple.  A splendid scream and her legs
tried to kick, restrained by the shackles.

   "Punishment for lying.  Now punishment for refusal?"

   "No!  Not again," She was not weeping.  Not yet!  I would break her
finally.

   "I expect you've noticed how virile the lad is....  your husband
certainly has."

   Doubt and horror mixed in her face, but she would do as I wanted, and I
guess her son wanted, in as far as he could understand the emotions
sweeping through him at the moment.  Lust.  For those girls in the earlier
clips, now for his sister, and the prospect of the warm, wet mouth of his
so-sexy naked mother.  Guilt and shame too: but his cock understanding only
the lust, as it always does!

   It was not impossible that somewhere among the primitive urges we all
have she wanted too.  I would soon find out.

   Rosie, too had been eyeing her brother's body, and especially his
imposing manhood.  No eyes often for her equally randy, but much less
handsome father.  That would be for later.  Promising, though.  More
primitive urges?

   Still holding my cattle-prod I unshackled Tina and ran my fingers over
her pussy.  Wet!  Something from the slide-show, vids, or more probably her
son's hard cock, dripping precum, maybe even my own body-builder's
physique, fetish harness, over-sized cock, well; something had got at her
making her randy.  I decided to give her free hands too....  you never knew
with women!

   "Suck him.  He needs it."

   Kneeling in front of him, her arms around him, one hand on his buttocks
to support herself she licked the eye of his knob, tasting her son's precum
for the first time.

   "It's all right, Connor.  It's ok for you to feel excited, and we have
no choice.  It's like a rape: not our fault."

   But she still had not sucked him properly!

   I took a step towards them and the unspoken threat made her open her
jaws and let the knob enter her mouth, followed by the shaft.  The boy
groaned.  Her mouthing was tentative, but amazingly she started to speed
up, and felt his balls with her free hand.  And then, glory-be, she let go
the boy's arse and was rubbing her own clit.  Those plump, hairless lips
were wide open now as her index finger and thumb pulled and pushed at the
pearl of her clitoris, finger sometimes slipping into her juicy cunt.  I
prefer hairless pussies, and made a mental note to remove Rosie's fleece,
pretty as it was.  Mother came before her son, but only seconds before as
his body jerked and she gagged on the first spurt.  His cock slipped from
her mouth and the second and third splashed over her face, neck and tits.

   She looked at me, despair rather than anger in her eyes...  "I hate
you!"

   Hate is a strong emotion, but not so far from love as many a sadist and
terrorist has discovered.  She might even come to love me, who knows?

   I felt it needed no comment.  Rosie and Roger had watched the scene,
observed their mother's orgasm: and I think enthralled was the word for
Roger, bewildered for his daughter.

   I tied Tina in her chair again, her son's jism dripping down her chin
and onto her upright tits, globules of thick cream.



   "Does she cum when she sucks you off, Roger?"

   "She doesn't like sucking.  She never sucks."

   "She told you that?  Perhaps because your cock's too small to be
exciting....  She certainly like sucking just now: despite everything she
could not help cumming.  And how about this?"

   I switched to a video of Tina Robinson with her dress designer boss, a
well known public face and a well-known womaniser too.  Tina is dressed
conventionally tarty in bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings, high
heels despite the two of them laying on a black-satin sheeted bed.  So
contrived it looked almost like a porn movie as she leaned over his naked,
almost skinny body and took his stiff, well-endowed cock in her mouth.  He
was holding her blonde head in his hands, and fucking her mouth, while she
not only submitted, but had a hand down inside the gold satin French
knickers and was diddling her clitoris with great enthusiasm.

   Her head was held still, so all the action was in his hips, the cock
sliding in and out her mouth, her fingers down her panties, and her free
hand cradling and tickling his balls.  The film lasted about five minutes
and held all the captives' enthralled attention.  When he came, she did
too, swallowing all his cum and making a better job of that than with her
son.

   "You promised...."

   "I did no such thing.  I just said I have a video, and if you are
interested several more.  Everything is going to come out, all this
family's dirty little secrets, and hidden lusts!  I expect you don't know
that your employer tapes all the little favours you do for him in return
for your promotion and bonuses.  I've copied hours of them.  Fucking,
buggery, S&M games, the lot.  And that so-called 'bonding session' in
Scotland where for a whole week you and the little Asian typist took on
all-comers, the whole of The Board and a select few athletic young
salesmen. What jolly fun that was!"

   The tape was about ten minutes and it showed our so-respectable Mother
double-plugged by athletic young studs, lesbian frolics with the pretty
little brown-skinned girl, servicing the aged but randy bosses, mouth and
cunt, and twice in her arse....  taking it as if well-used to being
buggered.  That Tina could cum while being whipped was one of the reasons I
decided to accept the added risk of enslaving the whole family, and not
only the beautiful twelve-year-old daughter, who was still my main target,
the one I lusted after most, the 'must have'.

   I was sure Rosie would outlive the rest of her family: she would be the
last to bore me!

   Connor's cock was stiff again: a Freudian Oedipus Complex case if ever
there was one!  And yes I wanted him too, though at fifteen he was less
interesting than he would have been a few years before.

   "You bitch, Tina!"

   "No, Roger.  A woman with normal female desires.  You are the hypocrite
calling her names.  You went to Fairweather School until you were 13.... 
and you discovered your talent for math there.  Who was the teacher who
discovered and developed that talent?"

   "Mr Watkins."

   "Yes!  You were grateful to him, to the extent you rewarded him.  How
did you reward him?  Tell your daughter and your wife.  I already know."

   Silence and a sullen look.  I picked up the cattle prod and raised it to
his groin.

   "No!  He abused me.  He abused me."

   "Abused is the wrong word, Roger.  He fucked you in the mouth and arse,
and taught you to enjoy it didn't he?  Didn't he?  I said didn't he?"

   "Yes he did".

   The screen now showed a blow-up of a red-top tabloid front page: PAEDO
TEACHER GROOMED DOZENS OF PREP SCHOOL BOYS, with a full length photo of a
handsome looking guy in his fifties.

   "Not bad looking, is he?  I expect he was very handsome when he taught
you math and passive anal sex.

   "But when you moved up to the secondary, again it was a boys' school
with a culture of sex, and you were whole-hearted, enjoying being fucked,
and as you moved through the school seducing and fucking the prettiest of
the younger boys.  You were never found out by the legal system, but some
of the teachers were, and the witnesses, all boys who were buggered, are a
matter of record.

   Here's some more from your laptop!  Look at these....

   All handsome lads in their early teens, these pics cost him a pretty
penny!  He selected blondes mostly, and a very few black boys and Asians,
but all naked and all erect.  There were gasps of horror from the two
females as the slide-show degenerated into shots of mature males buggering
teenage lads.

   "These next two clips were difficult to find, but I managed.  Here is
Roger Robinson a-bed with a well-known rent boy...  Recorded without your
knowledge but sold on by the boy and quite a favourite on the net.  A bit
unusual as a young lad is fucking the older man.  You enjoyed it so much
you came without touching your cock, sucked him hard again, and then fucked
him in return.  You must be good at it as the boy came again!  Second fuck
and second orgasm.  The boy's name may be Dez Hutton, though perhaps that's
a stage name as it were.  Any way, he's a rent boy, and probably under-age
when you had him, fit and sexy all right, but not even as much pubic hair
as Connor.  My guess is fourteen.  Illegal, Roger, illegal!

   "Does it bring back good memories, Roger?  I bet it does!  But look at
your wife's face, and Rosie's.  And Connor's.  Fancy daddy liking to be
fucked in the arse and by an under-age lad at that!

   Roger's face was a picture: shame and guilt written all over it, head
bowed, but eyes following the on-screen action as cock slid in and out of
arse, with accompanying slurping noises.

   You really are bisexual, Roger, and and you like boys: that's about the
only thing about you that is at all interesting.  I expect the video is
popular as it's a change from the usual man fucks boy stuff, and the boy
really is very pretty and young!"

   "Now this one I found on I found on Julius Ryan's computer.  Your
golfing partner I believe.  But also your fuck buddy, and with him you're
always top.  Not so?  He's got a cute bum, and from behind looks much
younger than his 28 years!"

   Roger had gone limp, shocked.  Tina was looking daggers at him, but
Connor still stiff.

   "Now, Roger, I'm going to give you a treat."

   Still holding the dreaded probe I unshackled him.

   "Clean your wife up, Roger.  She looks a mess with that cum dripping all
over her, and that's a pity for her with such a fantastic figure, such
great breasts, and her so-lovely pussy.  Lick it all up.  Lick up your
son's cum.  We all know now you love to swallow cum.  I'm sure you have
never tasted your son's cum, but equally sure you've lusted after him..."

   I would have preferred Rosie licking up that cum, but it did not fit in
with the scenario which required the humiliation of the parents, to
liberate the children for my amusement.  Rosie would taste plenty of cum
over the next few weeks in any case and mine is at least as thick and
slippery as the boy's, and much more copious....

   He did not want to touch her...  I was interested to see that nothing
touched her body except his lips and tongue as he licked it all off.

   "And now you've done that, do what you have always wanted to do: suck
your son so he cums again.  Taste his spunk while it's still hot and
creamy, like those boys in your youth.  I'm surprised there was no cam in
his room to enjoy the sight of his wanking....  But Rosie is such a delight
perhaps that was enough, her bum and pussy sexier even than his cute arse
and vigorous cock."

   The boy was already half-hard again with the excitement of seeing his
mothers tits licked and sucked, when he could tear his eyes away from the
slender form of his near-naked little sister, and as soon as his father
knelt to lick his cock it twitched.

   I crossed the room and stood behind Rosie, treating myself to her
breasts, arms around her helpless body and feeling them, feeling too her
nipples hardening as she watched her father sucking her brother's cock.  He
may not have touched his wife's body, but his hands were all over his son's
as his head bobbed up and down, caressing his bum and his hips, fingers
lingering in the boy's arse-crease.

   I felt down for Rosie's pubes, her pubic mound so rounded and plump with
its fuzz of fine blonde hair, her cunt lips so smooth....  and wet as I
slid a finger between the lips.  Something had aroused her.  Which of the
pics, the vids, the various sexual scenarios I had created for the family,
which had turned her on?  Perhaps many of them....  as was certainly true
for Roger, Tina, and Connor, who was groaning as he came....  His father
swallowed all the boy's cum, and knelt there head down-cast.

   I whispered in her ears, unheard by the other captives.  "Hot and wet,
Rosie.  It's a turn on isn't it?  Only you and I know how exciting all this
is to an innocent girl.  Or at least a fairly innocent girl: Mustn't forget
the lovely Felicity and her busy fingers and talented tongue and lips!

   She could not meet my eye, head downcast.  But her cunt was leaking
juice down down onto the seat of the chair.

   Shame!  Lovely!  Sexual abandon, followed by guilt!  Just the effect I
had planned!  I enjoy inflicting pain, but it is the power trip Of
humiliation, the breaking of spirit, the corruption, the seduction, the
revelation of dirty little secret lusts, all that really turns me on.



   "My turn now.  God!  I need to shag someone!  Roger, who should I fuck?
I don't fancy you at the moment, but your lovely children, or your wife
with her fantastic body, Oh yes!  You choose for me, Roger, who?"

   "You can't ask me to...."

   "I can, and have, Roger.  Answer." I touched his thigh with the prod,
close to his balls.  He yelped.

   "Balls next time, Roger....  imagine the pain.  Now who?"

   "Tina."

   "Bastard.  Coward!"

   "He is a bit of a wimp, isn't he, Tina.  But I must admit I was hoping
he would nominate his lovely wife."

   I held her arm tight and propelled her across the room.

   "You're one of those guys who secretly want to see their wife shagged,
aren't you, Roger.  You gave yourself away watching the vids of the lovely
Tina with the young salesmen and the decrepit old bosses....  she loved it
all, and you loved watching: stiff cock and all!  Well, watch this!"

   A touch of the button and the bed folded down, double, black sheeted for
good video effect and satin for added sensuality.

   I picked her up bodily, crossed the room and dumped her on it, on her
back.  She rolled over on her side, trying to hide her tits and pussy I
guess, but I was beside her in a second, rolled her back and was on top of
her....  not into her yet, but she must have felt the strength of my cock
as it pressed against her belly!

   She flinched as I invaded her ear with my tongue, and then whispered,
low so the audience could not hear.

   "No.  Tina, behave yourself!  My cattle prod is just over there, and
I'll use it if there's any nonsense.  A wise man once said, If rape is
inevitable enjoy it and you will do well to heed that advice.  Understood?"

   It was a tiny little whisper, "OK.  Don't hurt me, please."

   My intention was to add to her shame and further trouble her man and
children....  I intended to make her cum.  More than once!

   So I started with her pussy, my arms around her pulling her into me, my
mouth on her crotch.  It was not dry.  Emphatically not....  perhaps she
had never had a man as strong and masculine as me....  perhaps she liked to
be forced.  Whatever the cause, she submitted to my tongue, and then my
fingers as I penetrated her.

   She really had a lovely pussy, and so reminiscent of a young girl with
her smooth, rounded pubic mound, and those plump shaven pussy lips now open
and welcoming to my tongue and fingers.  Yes, and my nose too as I scented
her increasing arousal, and made sure my nose as well as my tongue and lips
rubbed her hard, almost beak-like clitoris.  I had guessed she was a highly
sexual creature when I first saw her nipples stiffen, and this was
confirmed as despite her perilous situation, her absolute slavery and
submission, she was becoming aroused.  Her juices flowed and her hips
started to move.  My fingers in her vagina could feel the change as her
muscles started to grip them: she was going to be a lovely fuck I thought.

   I sucked and sucked, letting her body do a lot of the work now as she
bucked against my face so it raked up and down the crease of her cunt, and
she drove my fingers deep into her.  She was about to cum.  I thought of
her delight at being double-plugged in the stolen video and I wet my free
hand in the juices that were nearly squirting, and shoved a finger up her
arse.

   That did it!

   "Oh my God!  Oh yes!  Oh.  Oh.  Oh, Oh my God!  Shit!  I'm cumming....A
final shriek and her cunt clamped my fingers for an instant.

   While her body was still in spasm I clambered on top of her and, holding
her cunt lips open with fingers that had brought her to orgasm, drove my
cock into her.

   Her cum did not stop but seemed to get a new lease of life, climbing
higher and higher as her orgasm went on and on.

   Her words degenerated into a series of throaty grunts, squeaks and
squeals with the occasional "Oh my God!  Oh yes!  Fuck yes!  Yes, like
that!"

   I was delighted, and looked at her husband out of the corner of my eye,
woeful face.  but hard cock, now dripping pre-cum.  That gave me as much
pleasure as his wife's sumptuous, and now seemingly willing body.  I
doubted he had ever heard such joy from his lovely wife....

   Her orgasm was dying away, and she was now sobbing quietly.

   "Why the tears?"

   No reply.  I grabbed a tit, and squeezed it....  hard.  Lovely breasts,
so firm and silky!

   "Why the tears...."

   "I shouldn't have ...."

   "Shouldn't have what?"

   Another fierce squeeze, on the other tit.

   "Cum.  I shouldn't have cum..."

   I laughed, and got up from the bed.  I had not cum...  I have immense
self-control...  and my cock glistened with her juices, hard, upright.

   I went over to the boy and undid his handcuffs, leaving the leg-irons.
Can't be too careful despite my weight advantage!

   I pulled him over to the bed, where she still lay, legs open,
tall-titted, cunt-lips still apart.  Juicy!  Her squirting cunt dripped
down over those so-sexy thighs.  I almost wished I had cum, adding my spunk
to the feast!

   "There she is, boy!  She's yours.  You've wanted her for years, jealous
of your daddy enjoying her wonderful body whenever he wants.  And you've
seen how willing she is, with all those salesmen and bosses, even with a
stranger like me....  Jeez!  What a cum that was!  Eh?.  You've had her
mouth: now take her cunt.  She's ready, the randy slut."

   He hesitated.  I picked up my cattle prod.  He climbed aboard!

   I stood behind Rosie, feeling her tits with my arms over her shoulders,
snuffling my face in her blonde hair....  scent of lemons there.  She
watched.  I watched, poor Roger watched, as the son shagged his mother,
strongly, athletically.  And effectively, because the bitch started to cum
again, just as the boys dancing buttocks showed he was pumping his hot
sperm into her, his arse-cheeks spreading to show me his anus with every
final thrust.  I decided I would have that bottom next, almost certainly
virgin, and very sexy..

   I pulled him off and dragged him across to his chains again and
re-fastened him, strung so his body more taut this time as he stood on
tip-toes, feet close together..  Cock limp now....  But figure showing
muscled and fit with the strain of being stretched.  What a sexy bum he
has, I thought.  Either I whip it, or I fuck it.....

   Decisions!  Decisions!

   Whip first, fuck after!



   I pulled Tina upright and frog-marched her to one of the central cells
that formed the front wall of their part of the bunker complex.  Inside she
would find a tap with a plastic mug resting on it, shower with no curtain
and draining into a furrow cut in the concrete floor, wash-cloth and liquid
soap, white towel.  A toilet bowl, stainless steel with no seat and no
privacy either.  And a low divan bed....  no blanket or sheets.  A hatch at
the back wall would contain paper plates, and today's food....  later.

   That was all....steel bars on 3 sides, a steel wall at the back,
concrete floor and ceiling, powerful light behind stainless steel grills
which also masked video cameras: the whole cell visible at all times from
the three other cells, and my "play-room", where her children and husband
still occupied the stage.  I clicked the lock behind her and she sat on the
bed, vacant-eyed, staring through the bars at the scene enacted....

   Back to the boy: Connor was going to get some attention, and his
guiltiest secret exposed to his father, mother and sister.

   I stood behind him, my naked cock pressing against his cute bum and my
arms around him so I could handle his cock.

   "Your turn now: your little secrets.  Yes I know all about the game you
like to play when you have the house to yourself!"

   "No, please!  Not that!"

   I laughed.  And went over to my bench, typed into my laptop and the big
screen sprang into life...

   Back again to fondle his balls and soft cock and let my knob rest
against his anus, as a website appeared on the screen: TV Heaven!

   "Oh no!  Please.  I'll do anything."

   "I expect you would Connor....  but you'll do anything I want in any
case, so no deal.  Why should you come off lighter than your parents, and
even pretty little Rosie had to have her lesbian frolics revealed?  So here
we go....  I captured this from the web just this morning but have enjoyed
watching your girlie frolics for a month now...  and I expect the other
guys and trannies on the site have too!  Well, Now your nearest and dearest
can as well.  Fascinating stuff."

   The show started with still photos of Connor....  in black silky
knickers, stockings and high heels, all angles, front and back, upright,
bending, laying down legs in air, always with a stiff cock and a silly
expression on his face.  More and more pics...  different lingerie,
sometimes a padded bra.  A see-thru white nightdress.  Suspender belt,
stockings and high heels, no panties.  About sixty pics probable
representing a dozen different play-sessions, always solo, always dead
sexy!

   His mother, holding onto her cage's bars and staring through them
interrupted the show.

   "Oh, Connor!  How could you?"

   I rubbed it in: "Your lingerie, Tina?"

   Silence.  I picked up the probe and touched the boy's bum, eliciting a
splendid scream of pain.  Wonderful....  agony and no marks to spoil the
later sex!  The inventor deserved a nobel prize for services to sexual
perversion!

   "Your knickers and shoes, Tina?"

   A sort of sob in her voice as she whispered "Yes...."

   And then the piece de resistance, a video clip five minutes long of this
pretty young lad laying on his bed in bra, open-crotch panties, tan
fully-fashioned nylons, white high heels matching the dazzling white of his
satin lingerie.  With a wig and some lipstick he would be a
more-than-presentable female....  His near-adult sized cock stuck
incongruously through the split in his knickers as he wanked it, his other
hand caressing sometimes his knickered arse-cheeks, sometimes his nylon-ed
legs.  Surprising how glossy nylons and high heels feminise a boy's legs
and ankles.  His approaching orgasm was preluded by rubbing his legs
together to feel the stockings.  When it came the fountain of cum was
spectacular, shooting up over the left tit of his bra, onto his face. 
Another clear over his shoulder onto the bed-head.  A third, less powerful
over the waistband of his panties into the little well of his navel.  He
still rubbed his cock as it finally oozed cum, squeezing the head with
luxurious pleasure.  The bra and panties, even the hold-up stocking tops
were now streaked with his cum: borrowed from the laundry basket and
returned there after his play-session, presumably.

   "You really are better as a girl than a boy, Connor, especially for my
tastes.  Or should I call you Janice, your tv name.  Janice is quite a hit
with the guys and dominatrices on your favourite site, ain't she?  Lots of
loving and admiring messages from trannies and male admirers.  Dozens want
to shag your cute arse!  Any hits yet?  Any anal sex?  Or are you still a
virgin?"

   "I've never..."

   "That's going to change now.  You're too old to really attract me naked:
two or three years ago I'd have fucked your naked arse, Janice.  But now,
I'd prefer you tv, Janice.  Or at least in knickers."

   I unshackled his ankles and pulled a pair of scarlet nylon split-crotch
panties up his legs, pulling his balls out so they hung clear of the satin
and allowing his cock, stiff now, to stick out.  Then the whip.... 
cat-o-nine-tails shape, but soft leather instead of knotted cords.  It
would sting, but not cut.  Didn't want to spoil that smooth young skin....
yet!

   I laid into him as hard as I could, each lash making him flinch and
squirm.  I aimed mostly at that knickered bottom, but allowed the thongs to
stray onto his thighs.  He was quiet at first, being "brave", but soon I
got some satisfying yells of pain.  No tears, sadly!  I had him standing
with his legs apart, and an occasional lash upward stung up his naked
bollocks, hanging loose from the split panties, a thong sometimes curling
round his limp cock.  Now, that really made him yelp!

   My cock was splendidly stiff.  Jeez I needed some relief.

   A few minutes of this until the delights of the tranny website were
exhausted, and the vid was rewinding to run again, and then....

   "Now you lucky young tranny, I'm going to give you what you've wanted
for months.  Your lovely sister's pretty little pussy."

   I unhooked his hand-cuffed wrists from the ring in the ceiling and frog
marched him across the room, pushing him down to kneel in front of his
helpless sister, his face right in her crotch.

   Her face was a picture: she must have been feeling shame at the ease
with which her daddy had made her cum sucking her cunt

   "Lick boy!  Lick!  Make her cum like you make your mother cum."

   No protests about this from Connor.  That was good.  He was very willing
to suck his sister's clit and lick inside her pussy-lips, had always wanted
to and never dared.  Wimp!  None from Rosie either, and perhaps in her
nightly masturbation, in her lesbian frolics with the beautiful little
Felicity, she had allowed her mind to wander off into fantasies of sex with
her good-looking older brother?

   I greased my cock, put a sizeable dollop of lube on my cock-head, knelt
behind Conner, and spread his buttocks, my hands up inside his satin
knickers.

   That tight, puckered anus was so enticing I just had to kiss it.  I felt
him flinch, but he did not interrupt his sucking.

   I placed my knob and shoved.  It popped in after a momentary resistance.

   And that interrupted him.  A huge scream of pain.  Excellent, just
right.

   "Get on with it boy!  Suck and shut up."

   I was shafting him now, cock sliding in and out, my hands sliding on the
shiny satin as I held his hips and cheeks.  He was tight and his back a
sexy male triangle of tanned flesh, his buttocks small and firm beneath the
girlie satin.  I ran a finger nail down his spine and was rewarded by a
spasm in his anus that gripped my cock for an instant.

   "Hurts!"

   "Shut up.  It'll pass.  You've seen how your daddy loves it.  We've all
seen the videos of him getting himself fucked.  You'll learn too."

   I reached under him.  Cock soft and limp!  Had been hard when I put the
knickers on him, and even when being whipped....  though that was probably
not really painful.  No masochist this.  Transvestite yes, but not turned
on by pain, as I suspected his mother was.  So I gave it to him hard and
fast.

   The pain must have passed.  or at least been overlaid by the pleasure
his prostate was giving him as my cock rasped past it with every thrust.  I
felt beneath him: his cock was hard now, and I gripped it for a few moments
before holding his hips again.

   It would have been amusing to make it last for much longer, and
certainly given time he would have cum.  That would be his complete
humiliation, of course, shame for the young hetero!  His bottom was pushing
back to meet each of my thrusts, but I doubted if I would be able to last
out as the chance to fuck a fit young lad in sexy knickers while he was
sucking his lovely little sister had really fired my imagination, so it was
fast and hard!  My thighs crashed into his bum, the slapping sound echoing
round the bare concrete and stone bunker.

   And in any case I had other plans for him....  including giving him what
secretly he most wanted, and following that by a long, hard fucking. 
Later!

   He was licking and sucking, his head moving in rhythm with my thrusts.

   I could see Rosie was not able to resist the urges of her young body,
nipples erect, eyes closed, the look of strain on her face a result of
sexual pleasure not pain.  Would not be long now.

   Rosie grunts when she comes....  knew that from daddy's stolen vids of
her masturbating and with her pretty little girl-friend....  and I was not
disappointed as those noises from deep in her throat announced the boy had
brought her off.

   The scenario was so exciting, the boy's knicker-clad bum so satisfying,
his anus still tight but my cock sliding so easily now, his moans those of
pleasure not pain....  that I came, strong spurts deep inside him.

   He was completely seduced!  He had submitted to me body and soul!

   I pulled out and wiped my cock on some shreds of the girl's clothing: I
would have to make him douche from now on.  I intended to shag him several
times over the coming days, teaching him not only to feel it but to to
desperately need the pleasure a cock in your arse can bring.

   He had one of the two outer cages, two steel walls and two with bars.  I
told him to shower and put on the black nylon night-dress draped over his
bed.



   I had been saving Rosie, teasing myself with the prospect of her young
and lovely body...  Now, with the edge taken off my ardour by her brother's
arse, I could take her without the danger of cumming too quickly.  I have
good control over my cumming, but doubted whether good enough with her so
pert tits and bum under my hands, and probably her grunting orgasms to
drive me towards my climax in her virgin cunt.

   I stood behind her chair and fondled her bare midriff and those proud
little tits while I whispered in her ear.

   "You really are a vigin, Rosie?, Your daddy never had you?  Or your
brother?  Or some kindly neighbour or handsome young lad?  Just Felicity?"

   "I never had a boy or a man before."

   "Felicity doesn't count though I expect she had her fingers up inside
you didn't she?"

   A sobbed "Yes..."

   "It was good when Connor sucked you off?  You can't deny it as we all
heard you cum!  I bet you've often thought it would be good to have sex
with him?"

   Another whispered "Yes".

   "And daddy?  He certainly wants to fuck you...  all those films of you,
and look at him now.  Look at his cock!"

   "I wondered...."

   "Good.  I may let you have him one day, Rosie but I'm going to fuck you
now, you know.  Will you be sensible like you saw your mother was?  A wise
man said that if rape was inevitable, enjoy it.  Will you be sensible,
Rosie?"

   "You won't hurt me?"

   "No.  I want you to cum so you will want me to do it again and again.  I
want you to come like you do with Felicity, and like you did with your
brother just now."

   Connor and Tina were grasping the bars of their cells straining to hear
and see: Roger was leaking pre-cum into a pool at his feet.

   I freed the girl from her shackles, and pulled the remaining shreds of
her clothing away from her.  Her body was a delight.  I frog-marched her to
the bed and dumped her on it, clambering on it too.

   I could have raped her....  and that would have been good.  But my plan
had always been to seduce her first, make her want it with me....  and then
rape her arse-hole later.  A willing sex-toy, and then a well-raped slave.
Ideal!

   So I started with those tits that had held the attention of father and
brother all evening....  possibly mother too.  I would explore that later!

   She did not know where to put her hands as I licked and kissed first on
plump little breast and then the other.  About the size of a lemon, each,
and with the prettiest little pink aureole and nipple, so erect and
promising passion.  I sucked a nipple and felt her body tense and then
relax: she liked having her breasts fondled....
Then with my pointed tongue tracing patterns on her abdomen, penetrating

her spicy navel, licking round it.

   A tentative hand was placed on my shoulder, very lightly and fleetingly.
Removed as if scalded.  I suppressed my laughter at her transparent mixture
of fear and lust, but allowed my cheek to rest on the fine golden hair of
her plump, rounded mound, so contrasting to the lean athleticism of her
almost flat belly.

   I decided in that moment I would get her shaved, enjoy a naked,
little-girl pussy again: it had been so long since I had enjoyed a
pre-pubescent girl.  These naked cunt lips and the fine golden hair of her
mound were delightful, but her mother had reminded me the beauty of a
completely hairless pussy.  I opened the lips, finger and thumb, and
savoured the scent of arousal, my index finger slipping between confirming
her hot wetness.

   I combed my hand through the light fleece, and back again t her pussy. I
licked my finger tasting her juices.

   Yes!

   I heard her near-silent gasp as I placed my open mouth over her pussy
and penetrated the lips with the point of my tongue.  Finger and thumb
again and the full openness of her cunt was pressed against my mouth.  She
might only be twelve, but the perfume of her cunt was that of a woman and I
was reminded that a few centuries back she would have been married months
ago.  She was ready for sex, no doubt about it.

   Her hands were holding my head now as I started the age-old game of
tongueing her clitoris in a figure of eight around it and down to the
entrance of her vagina, back again, suck clitoris, pull at it with pursed
lips, circle again and back.  Her hips were beginning to move under my face
and my nose, too, was rubbing her clitoris now.  Her hands grasped into my
hair holding me in place as if frightened I would stop.

   She was close.  I stuck two fingers there, where only the delightful
Felicity had penetrated before, and felt the strong muscles and smooth
walls of a teenage vagina gripping them.  My hand was bathed in her
love-juice as her hips moved driving my fingers in and out.

   With my free hand I squeezed her breast and pinched the nipple.  This
pushed her over the edge and a spasm raced through her body, her cunt
gripping and then releasing my fingers as the first of a series of throaty
grunts announced her joy.

   The orgasm went on and on and I kept sucking and finger fucking until I
felt and heard it tailing off.  At that moment I was on top of her,
positioning my cock-head between her cunt lips, finding the opening of her
vagina and pushing hard with all the strength of my hips.  Her cunt was
ready: the way was open: I slid easily in till my hairy balls rapped
against her smooth flesh, my pubic hair mingling with her fine fleece.
She gasped, but welcomed me as her arms around nme pulled me tight

despite my weight on her frail body, despite the disparity of our sizes.

   I fucked her virgin cunt, glad that Felicity or some accident had
removed the hymen for me, and within moments her legs were around me too
pushing her cunt up so my cock raked across her clitoris with every thrust.

   Out of the side of my eyes I could see her father almost drooling at the
sight: certainly his erect cock was drooling pre-cum.  And her mother and
brother were holding the bars of their cells looking at the scene: Connor
was making a tent in his see-thru night-dress!
I allowed her to cum again, noisier than ever but with no swearing, just
those panting squeals and grunts, and fucked her even harder till she came
once more, her face now beaded with sweat.  My turn now, and I allowed my
own orgasm to rise in my arse, my balls, and finally my cock exploding in
the first of the series of gushing spurts deep inside her, one with each

thrust as her vagina gripped, released, gripped.

   I had not done with her though.

   She was laying dazed as I stretched her legs even wider apart and
shackled each ankle to the restraints fixed to each corner of the bed, then
her wrists and she was spread-eagled.  I slid a cushion under her bum so
her hips rose and her pussy lips were clearly visible.....  and available.

   Over now to her daddy, standing behind him, my half-hard cock resting
between his buttocks, my arms around him, one grasping a nipple between
finger and thumb, the other holding that throbbing cock.

   "The real thing beats video don't it, Roger.  There she is, helpless,
hot and open...  You've wanted her, haven't you.  When did you start
lusting after her, imagining what it would be like to ram this into her
sweet little honey-pot."

   I gave his cock a squeeze.  I was whispering in his ear.

   "This year?  When she was eleven?  Or did you lust after her pre-teen
beauty, ten, nine, eight?  Honest now.  I'll know if you lie..."

   "Her breasts.  It was when she started to have breasts, eleven."

   "I know.  That's when the video and pics begin.  Pretty little thing
back then, but beginning to explore her young body not knowing daddy was
spying on her and wanking watching her orgasms, promising himself one day
he would have her, Well, Roger, this is that day.  She's there, opened by
my cock, and ready for you, her cunt juicy and filled with my cum already.
Let's go get!"

   "I can't".

   "You can and you will.  You want it, and you know I can make you.  Look
over the at the bench...  a whipping with a real horse-whip?  The cattle
probe?  And in any case you will not be able to resist...  that's what your
cock says."

   I unshackled his hands and ankles and pushed him to the bed.

   "Feel her tits, Roger, feel their silky firmness.  Look how they stand
so proud, no sag, pert with their pretty little aureoles.  See, her nipples
are still erect, and I'm certain her clit will be too.  She's looking at
your cock, Roger, and wondering what it will be like.  She knows you are
going to take her and sensible girl has decided to enjoy it, as she did
with me....  and Connor when he sucked her."

   He had one knee on the bed and was fondling her breasts, then one hand
still stroking her nipples, he reached down to finger her pussy.  I heard
him whisper to himself, "Oh my god, so lovely, so lovely."

   He needed no further prompting and was on top of her pressing her body
down with his own, wiping his cock up and down her open cunt-crease and
then plunging it into her vagina.

   I could see his wife was about to shout something and motioned her to be
silent.  But her protest rang out, "Bastard.  You Bastard, Roger.  Dirty
bastard!"

   She was sobbing....  whether it was jealousy or maternal affection who
knows.  I certainly did not care.  Nor did you Connor who was rubbing his
cock through the shiny nylon of his girlie nightie

   Nor did Rosie, who was cumming yet again...  I imagine she had indeed
wondered what it would be like to be fucked by her daddy: most little girls
do apparently.  Well, now she knew, and clearly it was good.

   I unshackled her wrists.

   She had her arms around him and I could see her finger nails pressing
into his back as she pulled him closer....  no pushing away.  I imagined he
could feel those so-lusted-after little-girl tits pressing into his chest,
and just as I had, the nipples hard and erect like her clit.  Lucky man: I
guessed he would feel no guilt at this forced act of incest: after all he
had no choice.  But equally a man who could secretly video his naked
twelve-year-old daughter and use those images of her young breasts and
hairless pussy lips to fuel his imagination when masturbating would
probably fell not guilt but exhilleration.  A man after my own heart.... 
but not entirely as if she were my daughter I would have been fucking her
since the age of nine.  Earlier even!  Six?

   His bum jerked up and down and surprisingly looked quite sexy,
un-muscular and softly white.  Almost feminine.  I could fancy that bum, I
thought, and gave it a playful slap, fondling it a bit too.  He took no
notice, lost in the ecstasy of at last shagging the daughter he had long
lusted after.

   I freed her legs and she hooked them around him, crossing her ankles
over his back.  A delightful sight as her passionate response to this rape
became apparent to me, but also to Connor in his nightie, and her naked
mother.  Connor had a lovely hard cock the tent in the black nylon damp now
with pre-cum, while Tina who moments before had been enraged had become
excited by the scene and was leaning on her cell bars and rubbing her naked
clit.

   I would enjoy editing this part of my film, cutting from the fucking to
the spirited involvement of her family!

   She was coming, squeaks, panting, grunts, finger nails clawing at his
back.  His arse bounced faster and faster and then several huge thrusts
accompanied daddy pumping his sperm deep inside his daughter.

   I pulled him off, frog-marched him to the cell next to Connor's and
locked him in: did not want two victims unshackled at the same time, and
Rosie was safe for a moment or two as her orgasm subsided.

   I lay beside her and whispered, my hands on on her tits, the other
stroking her blond hair, so shining and fine.

   "There, little sweetie, that was not so bad was it?  Did you ever have
cums like that by yourself or even with the lovely Felicity?  You can tell
me...."

   A silence and the a quiet, almost whispered, shy little-girl voice.

   "It was nice at the end.."

   "All of it?  Connor sucking you, then me fucking and then your daddy
fucking....  was the end bit with daddy best?2

   A silence and then the shy "Yes!  It was nicer when you untied me.... 
but it was all nice, really."

   "That's because your poor daddy has been wanting to fuck you for so
long. Shall we allow Connor to fuck you.  He wants to just as much...."

   "Not tied up...."

   "OK.  You don't mind him in knickers, then."

   "I think it's nice he's a bit girlie...  I never knew."

   "Good girl.  Now you'll want a shower, and there's a pretty nightie on
your bed, and soon something to eat in the hatch."



   While all this had been going on Tina had been talking to Roger. 
Talking?  Haranguing him more like, blaming him for their predicament. 
"It's all your fault!  Webcams and dodgy perverted contacts.  Transexual
chat sites.  And no bloody computer security so that any tom dick or harry
could see what you're up to.  That's how the bastard found us." On and on
she went at him till I was getting bored with it.  She may have lovely tits
and an arse to die for, but she was a fucking bore.

   "Cut it out, woman!  It ain't only your husband: what about those vids
of you and your boss, or the lovely young studs who double plugged you? 
And I've plenty more of you with the boss and those threesomes with him and
the boy from the mail-room.  I think you should teach her a lesson, Roger.
A bit more respect for her husband."

   So it was back to the wrist cuffs and hanging from the ceiling hook,
stretched so she stood on tip toes.  God!  Her tits looked lovely like
this, so firm and upright, stretched but so shapely with their large
aureoles and long nipples.  And her bottom....  no sag, rounded and
inviting.

   I want you to whip her, Roger.  Something you should have done long ago.
No need to hide you secret perversions if your woman is under control. 
Shit!  You could have had her hold the girl down while you fucked her
virgin cunt.  Better than wanking over stolen photos and videos, eh?

   Roger's cock was limp now as I opened his cell and put the toy
cat-o-nine-tails in his hand.  I still had my cattle prod, and had to use
it on his arse to encourage him to start.

   But after the first two tentative blows he got into the spirit of the
thing and lashed her with his full strength.  He concentrated on that
lovely bum and her so-feminine thighs, but the black leather thongs
sometimes landed across her flawless back, and sometimes curled between her
legs to sting up her pussy.  she writhed and twisted but could not avoid
them.

   She did not cry out, but was gritting her teeth, and her silky skin was
taking on a pink tinge.  The whip was designed to sting, but not to cut the
flesh, as the guy at the fetish fair had explained to me.

   Roger tired after a few minutes, and stood panting to get his breath
back.

   Feel her!  Feel your wife's pussy.  Is she one of those who finds a
whipping exciting?

   He just stood there, forlorn, his whip dangling so it touched the floor
at his feet.  But his cock was half-hard.

   I prodded him and he screamed, but got the idea and I saw his hand
between her legs, his finger entering her cunt.

   "Well?"

   "Her front now, then, her tits and her pussy!"

   The thongs spread like some malign spider over tits, belly, pubic mound,
thighs, and as they too turned pinkish she finally could stand the pain no
more and protested.

   But her husband had a stiff cock now, and really laid into her, tits
mostly.

   "This is for those guys at work...  I never had another woman."

   "Those guys, and your golfing partner don't count then?  Bastard."

   Which just earned her some special blows, upwards, between her legs,
thongs curling over her pussy and arse.  Pre-cum dripped now from Roger's
cock.

   "Now, you lucky guy, she's going to give you what she never would
before, although all the other men got it from her.  She's going to give
you her lovely arse, and her tight arse-hole."

   I took the whip from his hand.

   "Now fuck her in her arse so we can all watch."

   It was not much of a fuck, really, but he got his cock into her and his
body heaved perhaps a dozen times as he gave it to her up her bottom.  If
that was the best he could do, then no wonder she took lovers!







   Eating my own meal in my kitchen I watched Rosie shower on the tv
screen: I decided to keep a clip of this and of her in the pretty pink
see-thru shortie nightie, adding it to the dvd I was making,

   I did some more editing and went to bed quite late.  Slept well.

   In the morning watched the boy shower and decided I would start with
him, such a cute arse and flawless back.  Looked so sexy in his black
nightie!

   Their breakfast was two boiled eggs, hard-boiled, a banana, and a chunk
of bread and jam.  Mine was bacon, eggs, black pudding, fried potatoes,
toast and coffee.  Plus one viagra pill.

   All of them looked up when I entered the playroom but no-one said
anything.  I unlocked Connor's cell and led the boy out into my quarters.



   "Now, Janice, I'm going to give you what you have wanted for so long."

   Laying on my bed was a bra, panties and suspender belt, a packet of
stockings, and high-heeled sandals.  Over one bed-knob was a long blonde
wig, and on a hanger hooked over the other one a short, silk skirt and a
transparent nylon blouse.

   He picked up the panties and felt their satin gloss against his cheek,
and then held the bra to his chest.

   "Stop playing with them and get into them: they'll be a better fit than
your mummy's, and be careful with the stockings.  They are very fine and
damned expensive!"

   I watched as he carefully, and I must admit skilfully, put on the tan,
fully fashioned nylons, checking in my long mirror that the seams were
straight.  They were.  I did not have to tell him to fix the suspender belt
so the knickers finished up on top....  for easy access!  He had no trouble
with the suspender clips, even the back ones: he had done this many times
before.

   As usual I was surprised how suspenders and stockings can feminise a
boy: he was going to make a very sexy, and very beautiful little tranny!

   He pulled the panties up, and his hard cock stuck out through the open
crotch: I was happy to keep this part of him masculine!

   Now the bra.

   "I need something to stuff the cups with."

   Stiff-cocked and eager he was really entering into the spirit of this!

   "And I've got exactly what you need."

   The silicon breast forms were B-Cup and the exact size of the cups.  I
slipped them in and checked the whole fitted.  It did.  Now I told him to
hold the cups while I unclasped the back of the bra.  The surgical adhesive
is the devil to get off your hands so I used a latex glove to spread it
over the back of the rubber tits, left it a moment or two to set a bit, and
then pushed the whole back firmly onto his chest.

   "Hold them there for a minute or two, Janice."

   I did up the clasp again and stood back to admire him.  He had a tanned
body so I had chosen pastel blue lingerie, satin with white lace trimmings.
He looked at himself in the long mirror, striking poses.

   "The shoes, Janice."

   He took size sevens, quite delicate feet and slim ankles for a
well-developed boy, and he sat on the bed to do up the tiny buckles on the
silver high-heeled sandals.  Not stupidly high....  save the five-inches
for S&M sessions!

   Now his body really was feminine as the high heels pushed his bum out
sexily, and made his legs and especially his ankles totally desirable.  His
breasts looked real!  And he knew it as he posed in front of the mirror
looking at his back, his front, his tits side-on, standing on one leg other
one bent....  all the cheesecake poses!

   I motioned him to sit on the bed, and told him to purse his lips while I
lip-sticked them.  A pale pink.

   "Don't lick them for a minute or two..."

   It was semi-permanent.

   I varnished his finger and toe nails the same shade of pink.

   I had decided his blonde complexion needed no foundation or other
make-up: it was smooth (no facial hair yet) and delightfully peaches and
cream.  a real blonde beauty.  So I just dabbed some powder on, and
highlighted his cheek-bones subtly with a touch of bronzer...
Now the wig...  again with surgical adhesive.  I wanted it to stay on

amid the frenzy of hot sex!

   "Oh my god!  I look fantastic."

   "You certainly do, Janice.  A lovely girl.  I could fuck you right here,
but I want to do you where the others can enjoy it too.  Put on the skirt
and blouse for me..."

   I was certain now he was going to be a willing sex-toy for me as I
followed him back into the playroom.  Three startled faces at their
cell-bars!



   I was naked, no leather harness today, and my cock was erect as I
followed my young tranny into the playroom.  His bum wiggled seductively
under the black silk skirt, tight across his cute, rounded arse-cheeks.  I
had seen video of him practising that wiggle in front of a mirror in his
bedroom behind locked doors when his family were out.  The high heeled
shoes accentuated it, and made his bottom jut out provocatively.  The boy
knew it too!  He was looking at himself in the play-room's long mirror.

   Mine was not the only hard cock....  the tranny was making a tent in the
black silk, and her daddy, grasping the bars of his cell, had an erection
that actually poked through the bars.  He was bisexual, we all knew that
now, but whether it was lust for his son, or whether the lingerie, wig and
make-up was a special turn on only he knew.

   I had Janice remove her blouse and skirt, and she obliged with all the
grace and seductiveness of a trained stripper, slowly and teasingly. 
Delightful, and now so willing.  I had given her what she always wanted....
freedom to feminise completely, and the prospect of a good fucking!

   There was no need to tie her down.  She lay on her back, and raised her
hips so I could slip a pillow under her bottom.  Her cock stood proud of
her pastel blue satin split-crotch panties, and there was a silly grin on
her face.  She knew what was coming and was gagging for it!

   I greased my cock and lifted one nylon-clad leg to expose her anus.  A
spray of oil onto it and she was ready...

   I held her by the ankles, her legs raised and spread as wide as they
would go, my cock resting naturally on her male pussy.  A male pussy is as
pretty as a female when it is smooth shaven, legs wide open!  That hard,
silken place between petalled anus and shining balls is as suggestive as
the female mons....

   She whispered a near-silent "yes" as my knob pushed against her anus,
and then flinched as it popped into her.  No yell of pain this time.  A
convert to the pleasures of anal sex!

   She was tight and my glans was gripped almost painfully for a second,
but then my cock slid up into her till my body hair rested on her shaven
pubes.  Her arms closed around my back and she offered her lips to me to
kiss.  I obliged and our lips and tongues met as I let go of her ankles and
she closed her legs over my back.

   This was to be no quick fuck, but a real thorough shagging.

   My mouth stifled her moans of pleasure till I chose to lick and kiss her
mouth and listen to those little squeaks and moans, panting desire,
whispered encouragement to fuck harder, faster.  I speeded up, my body
crashing into his as his hips rose to meet mine with each downward thrust.
He was still lovely and tight but my cock was sliding in and out in a
regular rhythm...  and it seemed touching up his prostate nicely.... 
Because, with a shriek...

   "I'm gonna cum.  Oh my god!  I'm cumming."

   I fucked on, but lifted my body breaking the grip of his arms and the
inter-locked ankles so I could see what in the porn industry is called the
"money shot".

   And the little slutty tranny did not disappoint me!  As I thrust and
thrust again and again his cock twitched and a great streamer of white cum
spat from its eye, over his chest, his face and into his hair.  A second
splatted on his shoulder and neck, a third over his belly and chest.  But I
was cumming too, my orgasm triggered by the sight of this lovely tranny
cunmming purely with the force of my cock...  no hands!

   The orgasm was almost painful so intense, tow spurts deep inside and
then the twitches and oozings as it calmed down.

   I pulled out.  Clean!  Well-douched.

   He was still in a daze from the force of his cum as I handcuffed him to
the bed-head, facing upwards, arms wide apart, and then bent first one leg
so I could fasten his ankle to his wrist, and then the other.

   Bugger!  I had laddered one of the nylon stockings!

   But he was really fetching, his thigh and bum at the stocking-tops
stretched and real feminine, his cock half hard and oozing, his knickers
damp, oily and wide apart at the crotch to show his anus....  slightly
reddened by the shagging but closed again already for a fresh start.

   I looked over at the cells.

   His daddy was still hard, and was stroking his cock.

   "You're going to get what you want, what you've wanted for months you
lucky man.  Here she is ready for you, helpless, so sexy in her lingerie
and wig, and wide open, lubed ready for you, and full of my cum to make it
even easier to shag her."

   I opened his cell door.

   "Go get her!"

   He was through his cell door like a greyhound from the traps, over to
the double bed and throwing himself onto it, crashing into the pretty
little tranny he had lusted after ever since seeing those stolen videos. 
What a combination of his fantasies....  a young lad, his own son, a lovely
tv, helpless and still willing.

   From his wife's cell the beginnings of a protest.

   "No, Roger.  Don't.  Please...."

   A protest silenced by my glare and my hand briefly on the handle of the
black whip.

   It did not take him long....  I watched his arse rise and fall as he
shagged his son in the arse, and counted five penetrations before his body
tensed, and with three crashing thrusts he came.

   Pity it did not last longer, I thought.  I had got quite interested in
that white arse, un-muscular and looking as smooth and silky as any young
boy or girl.  I could go for that....  and promised myself I'd give him a
sound fucking some time soon.  Of course my pleasure would be diminished by
my knowledge that he enjoyed being fucked, but I could add some spice to it
by slapping him around a bit as I took him.

   I may have been interested, but my cock was not yet recovered from the
session with his pretty tranny-son so I just pulled him off Janice, and
locked him in his cell.  Janice in hers too.

   Then back to my quarters for a glass of wine as I prepared their
food.....  a sprinkling of sildenafil on the goulash for Roger and Janice:
the pepper and spices would cover the taste, and I would enjoy the
resulting family sexual frolics.  Spice up my edited video as well.



   I gave them an hour for the sildenafil to work its magic and then pushed
Roger into Rosie's cell, and Janice's into his mother's.  Back to my
quarters to watch the videos and record them.

   Daddy was on top of daughter within seconds and presumably because he
had just emptied his balls made a better job of shagging her than he had
with his son.  I used the zoom facility on the camera to get some good
close-ups of her tits, his hands cupping them, and luckily even some of his
cock in and out her pretty little hairless cunt.

   It took longer for Janice to join his mother on her narrow bed, but he
did: probably encouraged by the squeaks and little cries of pleasure coming
from his daddy's cell.  But once he was there the two were fucking
delightfully....  mother on top of son.
I watched for a long time while man and girl fucked five times...  in

different positions,....  and mother and tv son three.  Always her on top.

   Shagged out they slept, necessarily in each others' arms because of the
narrowness of the mattresses!

   I amused myself with some more editing of my action video.

   In the morning I let Rosie finish her shower, so pretty with the
soap-suds on her breasts and bottom, and when she had dried off put the
girl and the mother back in their own cells before pushing their breakfasts
into the little serving hatches.

   I was feeling really horny watching that girl and decided I would have
her....  where her family could watch.  I sorted out the provocative
lingerie I had bought a month before: her sizes.  Then back to the
play-room.

   So I marched her over to my big double bed and tipped her over onto it.
The whole family was used now to being fucked and there were no protests
from the girl.  Not that she was at all happy....  a sort of subdued
acceptance.  Never mind....  I'd soon get her horny!

   "Get into these, Rosie, and if you're good I'll let you keep them as
well as your shortie nightie."

   I sat on the side of the bed and watched as she got into the lingerie: I
have a bit of a fetish for silks and satins and was really looking forward
to fucking this little girl dressed real tarty for me.  She was dressing
carefully, not to ladder the nylons, but quite willingly.  Perhaps the bra
and panties seemed to her marginally less indecent than her see-thru
nightie....

   I had chosen, for my pleasure not hers, a skimpy bra which would allow
mw to see and feel her nipples through the thin scarlet satin, and a
matching combined panties and suspender belt.  These were not split
crotch....  I had not been able to find exactly that....  but I had cut a
slit up the crotch to make them exactly as I wanted them.  The nylons were
expensive, fully-fashioned, and glossy, making her long, slender legs look
fantastic.

   I would give her some high heeled shoes another day!

   When she was dressed, I complimented her and had her bend over the bed
edge, her tits pressed into the mattress, her legs apart.

   Is there anything sexier than a thin satin bra strap stretched over a
twelve-year-old girls suntanned, slender, flawless back, her golden hair
flowing over her shoulders?

   Yes!  And that's scarlet satin stretched tight over her cute little
butt, slender hipped but lovely little rounded bum!

   I felt that satin with both hands, kneading and pressing to feel the
firm flesh beneath, and then spreading her buttocks so the torn knickers
parted just enough to give a glimpse of her pussy lips.  I slipped one
finger inside that torn crotch and then between the lips themselves: damp!
Wet and slippery even as I fingered her, pressing on her clitoris, then
pulling it between finger and thumb.

   She gave a little squeak....  but wriggled her bum asking for more.  She
had her face pressed against the bed-sheet, her tiny hands clutching at it.
She knew what was coming, and her pussy at least was looking forward to it.

   Her mother, father, and tranny brother were all standing at the bars of
their cells.  The two with cocks were both hard, and Tina was holding her
pussy.

   I have often found that young girls with nothing to occupy their mind or
bodies but the sexual act...  in all its varied forms...  soon become
sex-obsessed, wanting it all the time, and eventually willing to undergo
almost any perverted practise just to get more of their only pleasure, only
occupation.  That was already true of little Rosie....  and I was sure her
mother had already gone that route.  Now her daddy and brother were the
same.

   Great!  It would be a long time before I bored of this collection.

   I placed my cock, pulling the torn knickers apart, and had the pleasure
of seeing my too-big prick pull the outer skin of her too-small pussy into
her vagina with it as I pushed and penetrated, the pleasure too of the
slick tightness as my knob forced its way in, opening her.

   Factually this was rape, and I knew it, but the girl was sexually
awakened, and however unwilling she might be, her pussy was saying yes. 
And her bottom too as I felt it pushing back against me as my hairy thighs
met her satin-clad bum.  I held it there a moment, reaching round her to
gasp one silk-clad breast in each hand, enjoying the texture of the satin
and the feel of erect nipples beneath it.  I liked her naked, but to be
honest my fetish for lingerie demanded panties, basque or bra sometimes,
seamed stockings too.

   I made no attempt to satisfy her, but just thrashed away as hard and
fast as I could driving myself to orgasm.  Which must have been what the
girl wanted because she started to moan and pant, and I felt her cunt
tighten even more on my cock.  She was coming.  Raped, held captive, but
coming!

   With this thought I came myself, emptying my balls in three spurts deep
inside her, each accompanied by a thrust of my cock to touch her cervix,
bashing it, and a spasm of her cunt-walls.

   I pulled out, and shoved her in her daughter's cell.

   Back in my own quarters, I sat in the deep armchair a single malt in the
glass beside me, and watched on the large screen as mother and daughter
sucked each other off...  or rather daughter sucked mother off, laying on
top of her.  When Tina had come she pulled the girl towards her head so she
could reach the teenager's pussy, and sucked her.  This went on
turn-and-turn-about for a pleasant half hour.  On the other large screen I
had Roger sticking his cock through his cell bars while his tranny son
sucked him off.  And then vice versa.

   Amazing what the mixture of boredom, hopelessness, and sexual
availability can do to a nuclear family, I thought.

   I was going to enjoy the next few weeks.....