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   Rape's Progress Part 8

   The continuing adventures of Sebastian X.  A fictional tale of sex and
violence, and in this episode, a novel idea for a cucumber sandwich. 
Ozmanga stories are unsuitable for children, puritans and those prohibited
from thinking about such things by government regulation or superstition.

   RAPE'S PROGRESS Part 8 by Sebastian X

   Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe's mansion was located next to the National Park
on the edge of the city.  It had recently been put on the market.  Kim,
posing as a potential buyer, had reconnoitered the area with a view to
abducting Jerome for questioning.  Jerome had been identified as a likely
suspect in a scam which had deprived the `Company' of some of its
ill-gotten gains, which Kim had been contracted to recover.

   Friday night was the live-in maid's night out.  At about four o'clock,
Turk parked our old Ford out of sight and him and I approached the imposing
portico which graced the front of the Hildebrand-Smythe's dwelling.  Turk
was in charge, which pleased him greatly.  In the few days I had been with
my brother's organization we had hardly spoken but it was clear, as we
neared the big house, that Turk had taken a dislike to me.

   `Listen, Kid,' Turk muttered, `I'm the boss here, O.K.?  So you gotta do
exac'ly what I tell ya!' I nodded.

   `None of yer clever-clever ever-so-smart-assed "Yes mi lady, no mi lady"
stuff tonight - got it?'

   `Yes, Turk.' I said.

   `Good!' he said, sounding unconvinced.  `You gotta be real mean!  Kick
'em shitless!  Scare the tits off 'em!'

   `Fuck them witless?' I contributed.

   `Yeah, that too,' he grunted, without enthusiasm, as we knocked on the
solid wooden double doors which led to the hall.

   `Who's there?' said a querulous voice from the security speaker.

   `Your pizza, Mrs Hildebrand-Smythe,' I replied.

   `Really!  You're much too early!  And I've told you before to use the
tradesmen's entrance,' the voice grumbled.

   `O.K.' I said, `But it'll get cold!'

   `No!  Wait!  All right!  I'm coming,' she said and soon afterwards the
door opened a crack.

   Turk burst through the opening and with a blow knocked Madelaine
Hildebrand-Smythe to the marble floor.  I followed.

   The stunned woman sat with her legs spread wide.  The skirt of her dress
had ridden up to reveal shapely stockinged legs and a flash of yellow silk
panties.  The shoulder strap, too, had slipped to show her well-formed
bosom was covered by a matching bra.

   `Stop gawping and close the fucking door!' Turk barked at me.

   Mrs Hildebrand-Smythe tried to stand but slipped on the polished floor
and sat down again heavily.  She started to protest.  Her voice was high
and tremulous.  She was close to hysteria.`What is the meaning ...' Turk
took two steps to where she sat and slapped her.

   `Shut the fuck up!' He bent over the frightened woman, seized her by the
shoulders and dragged her to her feet.  `Show the Kid your tits.  You fat
white whore!' he growled and, when the woman did not immediately obey him,
Turk slapped her again.

   The big thug hooked his fingers around the soft material of the woman's
dress and pulled down.  The cloth ripped and his victim's well-filled bra
was exposed.  `She's gotta nice pair of hooters for a white sow, eh Kid?'
he called to me, `Reckon you could tit-fuck this pair?'

   Before I could respond to this agreeable suggestion, the door which led
to one of the rooms off the hall opened and the daughter of the house made
her entrance.  Mellissa Hildebrand-Smythe had heard the commotion but was
unprepared to find her mother in the grip of a large, dark-skinned,
fez-wearing hoodlum who was busy squeezing the older woman's silk-clad
breasts.

   `Mummy!' she cried `Oh!  What are they doing?'

   I stepped behind the well-built teenager and grabbed her shoulder and
hip.'Keep still!' I whispered.

   `I'll tell ya what we're doing, you stuck-up little rich bitch!' snarled
the Turk.  `We're gonna strip you two cunts nekkid, then we're gonna kick
the shit outta ya, then we're gonna ... I'll bet you know what we're gonna
do then!'

   Kim's plan was simple.  The Turk and I would break into the
Hildebrand-Smythe's (not their real name) mansion and terrorize Jerome's
wife and daughter until he arrived.  The banker would then be taken to
Kim's `dungeon' for questioning about the accounts he was believed to have
stolen from Kim's client.  It was assumed that having seen the peril his
family was in - and the suffering they had already endured - he would
return the client's money and live.

   Not `live happily ever after' - just `live'.

   Kim had told Turk and me not to inflict real damage on either of the
women or the property.  She saw them as being marketable commodities later.
Despite Kim's instructions Turk was very rough with Madelaine.  He kept up
a stream of obscene abuse and a steady rain of slaps and punches as we
dragged the women into a sitting room and began the task of stripping them
bare.  She tried to buy us off.

   `I'll give you money, credit cards, anything!' she wailed between blows.
`Only, please, stop this ... this ...!'

   `That's real nice of you, you fucking cow, but we're gonna take it
anyhow, soon as we've finished fucking you and your slutty kid!' responded
Turk.  He tugged the tattered remains of the top of her dress and the
yellow silk bra to her hips before grabbing a breast in each massive paw
and pulling the helpless woman to him.  He slobbered on her neck.  It
looked like he was auditioning for a part in a vampire movie.  Madelaine
screamed in pain but continued to beg for mercy, if not for herself, then
for Mellissa.

   `Please, not the girl!' she pleaded.  `Me!  Just me!  Oh!  God!  Not the
girl!  I'll give you a good time if you'll ...' but Turk punched her in the
stomach and she sank to her knees, gasping for breath.

   Melissa had started by resisting, but by the time I had pulled her
stretch-jeans half off and had a little feel of her pristine pussy she was
becoming manageable.  She had a tight little twat and when I inserted a
couple of fingers she began to howl.

   `Ooh!  Noooh!  Noooh!' she crooned.

   Mellissa's cries got louder after I had tossed her jeans into a corner
and began to unveil her titties.  The lightweight material of her college
top ripped apart easily and, as she wasn't wearing a brassier, I was
quickly able to fill my hands with soft warm teenage tit-flesh.  I hoisted
her onto the back of an expensive looking leather armchair, made her put a
leg over each linen-covered arm.  Then, slowly so as to prolong her fear
and shame, I tore one side of Melissa's cotton briefs and slid them down a
long smooth leg.  I took off my belt and let it fall lightly across
Mellissa's stretched thigh.  `Shut up!' I ordered and the weeping stopped.
I unzipped my pants and allowed my stiff prick to swing free (a blessed
relief).  Melissa looked at it wide-eyed.  `No!' she gasped.

   Madelaine, hearing the change in her daughter's cries looked up.  Seeing
Mellissa spread wide with her tits bare and her sex about to be spitted
with a pork sword, she regained her voice.

   `Oh my G ...!  Stop!  Please!  She's a virgin!'

   If she thought this claim would soften the Turk's hard heart the mother
was mistaken.  He dragged her over to the chair and forced Madelaine to her
knees.  `So, help the little bitch!' He directed.  `Lick his dick!  Make it
wet!'

   The older woman hesitated and received another slap from Turk.  `Be
better,' I said, thinking she might just bite me, `If she tongue-fucked
Mellissa.  Sort of incestuous fore-play.'

   The suggestion appealed to the Turk.  `Yeah!' he said, ` Get your
fucking tongue up her crack!' and for the next five minutes I watched as
Madelaine went down on her virgin daughter while the Turk gave her ass an
occasional whack with my belt.  The cunnilingus may have helped because I
was able to insert the first couple of inches of my larger than average
erection into Mellissa's cunt without tearing anything.  Turk held
Madelaine's head within inches of her daughter's quim as I pushed slowly
but firmly home.

   `It's not every muff-diving momma gets a ringside seat to see her kid's
cherry popped!' he laughed as Mellissa screamed and writhed on my
blue-veined cock.  `'Course there's gotta be a cherry to pop.  Maybe your
kid's really a little tramp?'

   There was a `cherry'.  I felt the pressure of Mellissa's hymen against
the head of my slowly advancing dick and pushed steadily deeper.  It parted
like damp gauze and I felt a wash of warmth down the length of my prick as
the blood - what little there was of it - flowed.  The teenager jerked and
wept.

   `Was that it?' asked the Turk.  I nodded.

   `Let's see!' he said and I reluctantly withdrew from the sobbing girl to
display my erection glistening in bloody glory.

   Madelaine gave a moan of despair but the Turk laughed and said, `Clean
him up, Bitch!  Have some dick with cherry topping!'

   I was secretly very glad that the woman decided to resist Turk's
invitation to dine.  She pulled away quickly and broke free.  She nearly
made it to the door before the belt wielding Turk caught her.

   Madelaine was knocked down and Turk thrashed the rags off her back.  He
seemed to be really angry - not just putting it on.

   I reentered the erstwhile virgin and buried the full length of my blood
smeared cock in her tight little cunt.  Mellissa moaned and tried to escape
but only succeeded in bending backwards over the rear of the chair.  This
position elevated the girl's hips and made deep penetration possible
despite her tightness.  I pumped steadily and was pleased to feel my balls
swing against her perineum and my glans bump her cervix at the end of each
thrust.  Her position also gave me the chance to play with her firm breasts
and their plump pink nipples.

   Mellissa's moans became louder and sharper as I pulled and pinched her
well-developed dugs.  At eighteen she had breasts almost as full as her
mother's.  `Please ... Don't!  Please ... Don't!' she repeated as I
quickened the tempo, and hammered her backside into the soft leather of the
chair.  I relished the girl's fruitless appeals and decided to hold off
coming for as long as I could.

   `You like it, really!' I suggested, squeezing both nipples and ramming
her against the chair.  `I'll bet you dreamed of being raped.  Of losing
your maidenhead to some ruthless bastard like me?  Of being fucked so hard
it'll never be the same again, eh?' She denied any such thoughts by
screaming, `NO!' and dissolving into tears.

   Turk had at last stopped beating the unfortunate Madelaine who lay
stretched out on the carpet breathing but apparently unconscious.  Her
panties were still in place.  Turk stood up and removed his jacket and top
then eased his pants down to let his penis flop out.  For a big man he was
not spectacularly well hung and his prick seemed soft.

   I didn't watch for long as Mellissa resumed her pitiful chant of,
`Please ... Don't!  Please ... Don't!' in time with my thrusts - which
really got me going - and which stopped only when I flooded my victim with
jets of warm cum.

   When I got my breath back, I saw that the Turk had his dick in
Madelaine's mouth and was encouraging her to stiffen it by sawing at her
cunt with the expensive yellow silk of her knickers.  She still seemed to
be out of this world.

   `What you gawping at?' he snarled when he looked around to see why
Mellissa had stopped making a noise.  `Give the slag a kicking if you've
finished fucking it!'

   At that moment three things happened; Madelaine came to with a scream,
the yellow silk of her knickers ripped, baring her pussy, and Jerome
Hildebrand-Smythe came into the room and said - as true as my name is
Sebastian `Honey, I'm home!'

   Jerome had only a moment to register the shocking scene - his wife flat
on her back, her mouth full of black pudding, her nylon-clad legs wide
apart, flashing her gash, and his daughter naked, her thighs streaked with
blood and cum, her breasts held in the grip of yours truly - before the
Turk hit him.  I was surprised at the speed with which the big man crossed
the room to flatten the surprised householder.  Jerome went down and stayed
down.

   `Gimmee some cord from them drapes!' ordered the Turk, and within five
minutes of coming home Jerome Hildebrand-Smythe was trussed up, like a
turkey for the oven.

   Jerome took a while to surface.  During this time I amused myself by
rubbing my sticky dick between Mellissa's ass cheeks and playing with her
tits.  Madelaine knelt and rocked forwards and backwards like a distressed
animal in a cage while the Turk first removed Jerome's shoes and socks
before unbuckling the confused man's belt and hauling his pants and
underpants down to his knees.

   `Get that young tart on the table with her ass up!' directed the Turk.
`We'll put on a show for Daddy!'

   The `show' we put on for Jerome was the anal rape of his daughter with
his wife helping.  Mellissa begged and screamed to no avail as I forced,
first my thumb, then the tip of my dick into her tightly clenched arsehole.
Jerome was dazed and speechless as I started to force my way up the girl's
fundament, pulling back a little before advancing a little more. 
Madelaine, sobbing, held grimly onto one leg.

   When Jerome realized what he was seeing he started to protest.  `You
filthy, lousy, scum ...!' he began.  Turk stuffed some yellow silk in his
mouth and told him to be quiet and watch.  He did.

   After about five minutes of butt humping - during which time my
reluctant catamite kept up a steady whine of, `Daddy, please make them
stop!' - when I was deep inside her, Turk gave a great yell.

   `Look at that, will ya?  He's gotta fucking hard on!' he yelled.  And he
lifted Jerome's shirt tail to demonstrate the truth of his statement. 
Jerome's penis was as stiff as a poker.  `The dirty bastard is getting off
on watching his own daughter taking it up the ass!'

   Jerome shook his head violently in denial and his gag flew out.  `NO!'
he screamed.  He was crying.

   `Well, maybe you'd like to fuck this one?' said Turk, giving Madelaine a
kick.

   Jerome sobbed and shook his head again.  The Turk leaned over him.

   `No?  Then maybe you'd like a golden rivet?' the Turk said.  He reached
around the captive's hips and seized his prick and balls in one massive
fist before mounting him.  I'll swear I heard the banker's testicles squash
before he started to scream like a stuck pig.

   `I like mine to have a handle!' Turk joked above the din, looking happy
for the first time that day.

   I was glad when Turk finished and took Jerome away.  He left me to guard
the two weeping women.  Which meant a reprieve for Mellissa's arse.  It was
not possible to do a proper job of sodomising the daughter and still keep
an eye on the mother.

   `On your back, Madelaine!' I said to the older woman and she obeyed
without question.  She was no longer hysterical.  She spread her legs
without being told and seemed to me to be disappointed when I made the
tearful Mellissa kneel between them.  It might have been concern for her
kid.

   `Don't worry, Madelaine,' I said, `I am going to fuck you but I haven't
yet finished with your lovely daughter!' and I took Mellissa from behind.
The teenager's twat was slippery and I went deep with my first thrust.  I
pulled out and pushed the girl forward, opening the way to her mother's
cunt.'Now you,' I said, guiding my prick into the proffered crack. 
Madelaine's reaction was a surprise.  Her vaginal muscles gripped my well
lubricated cock and she thrust back at me like a lover.  She sighed as I
slid out of her cunt-hold in order to again split her daughter's sore and
swollen pussy.  Mellissa wept, as I ripped into her, forcing her tit-to-tit
with her mother before I slid out of her and into `Mummy' once more.

   `Please!  Use me!  Not her!' sobbed Madelaine, `She's had enough, poor
girl!'

   `And you've had none!' I said, staying inside the older woman.  `Tell
you what,' I said ` if you masturbate her while you show her how to satisfy
a horny sod like me I'll give her twat a rest!'

   Madelaine nodded her agreement and gently reached between her daughter's
legs and began to massage Mellissa's cunt while I devoted my energies to
rogering the lady of the house.  She did a good job of keeping me happy and
her daughter off my impaler.  She even managed to get Mellissa to climax,
more or less at the same time as I came.  Madelaine's own orgasm was badly
faked - she'd seen the movie `Harry Met Sally' - but I gave her nine out of
ten for trying.

   In the kitchen I found some clothesline and secured Mellissa to a stout
wooden chair.  Her mother watched nervously, wondering what new torment I
had in mind.  When I suggested she pass the time using a large cucumber as
a double-ended dildo she burst into tears.

   `Why ... why us?  Why did you pick on us for your filthy sport?' she
blubbered.

   I realized that she had no idea of what dangers her husband had exposed
them to by trying to cheat our clients.  I saw no reason why she shouldn't
be told that strong evidence implicated Hildebrand-Smythe in a scam
involving his partner, Boris, the late mate and victim of the murderous
Lady Felicity.  I wrapped up the tale by patting Mellissa on the butt and
saying, `I'm sure Jerome will tell our clients everything in order to
preserve this plump little rump and juicy cunt.  Yours too,' I added
reaching for the vegetable and inserting it firmly up Mellissa's meat. 
About fifteen inches protruded.  Enough, I told Madelaine, to satisfy the
greediest vegetarian.

   Madelaine went white, staggered and leant heavily against the kitchen
table.  `Boris is dead?' she cried.

   `Yep.  Felicity de-brained him with some bolt-cutters about ten days
ago,' I replied.  `You wouldn't have heard.  He was on the run and using an
assumed name.  Now,' I said, `it's fucky-fucky time again, Mrs
Hildebrand-Smythe.  Get your cunt around that and hope Jerome is quick to
tell the clients what they want to hear otherwise, dear Madelaine, I'll be
up your arse making a cucumber sandwich!'

   She shook her head, making her tits swing provocatively.  `It's not
Jerome your clients need to speak to,' she wept, `It's ME!  I'm the one
Boris was going to share the money with.  Jerome knows nothing about it.  I
was going to leave him!'

   `Mother!  How could you?' I heard Mellissa complain, but I was already
on the phone to the warehouse.  I spoke to Kim and urged her to let the
clients know, that the person they needed to question was in my hands and
ready to tell all.

   Kim sent a van to collect the three of us.  Jerome, poor sod, had been
less than helpful and the clients' representative was getting impatient. 
By producing Madelaine I had saved the day for Kim and my brother and, for
the moment, could do wrong.