Torment of a Conscience
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Hetero, Adult/Teen, 1st Time, Non-Consent, Masturbation
I am so full of guilt it's tearing my guts out. I can't hold it in any longer and must confess my sins. I guess I could be absolved by confessing to a priest, but I don't deserve to be forgiven. Whoever reads this will know me for the evil person I am. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll start when they moved into the house next door.
I was sitting on my front porch enjoying the warmth of the summer day. My favorite music was filling my ears through headphones, and a golf magazine lay unread in my lap since I was tired of yet another article on how to correct my slice. I was sure if I read one more instruction I would be so confused that I would never be able to hit a ball again. But I'm digressing. Stalling actually, for what I have to say is not easy. It's hard to tell the world that you are a pervert... an evil person destined for Hell.
Anyway, who would have thought such a beautiful, peaceful day would change my life and the lives of two innocent women? My attention was drawn to the large moving van pulling into the driveway next door. I had seen the sold sign, but didn't know when the new owners would move in. I discovered it was this fateful summer day.
The movers got out and lit up cigarettes while they were obviously waiting. Before they even finished their smokes, a car pulled up to the curb. I sat back disinterested until the passenger door opened. I saw a tanned leg swing out, followed by the body of a young girl. I later found out Mandy was 18 years old. She was wearing very short cut-offs that displayed her legs and even part of her butt-cheeks when she turned and bent over to retrieve something from the car. She was wearing a tube top that came just below her boobs. Actually, using the word "boobs" to describe her chest is a fib and, since I'm spilling the truth, I must confess that she had mere bumps... maybe 32-A's. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail that was knotted high on her head so that it stuck up before hanging down.
You're probably asking how I can remember such detail. After all, it wasn't yesterday they entered my life. Well, the vision I saw was burned into my brain -- Mandy's blonde hair, round ass, boyish hips, flat belly, tanned legs, small tits -- and that's probably what changed my life... and theirs.
While watching the girl move about, I noticed a woman get out and walk around the car. She was very pretty too, but it was the girl who I was infatuated with. Later I discovered that Susan was Mandy's mother. You wouldn't have known it by comparing the two. Susan had dark hair and real boobs, maybe 36-D's. She had an hourglass figure with much more developed hips than her daughter. She was also more conservatively dressed. Exactly what she was wearing I don't recall. It's the image of the daughter on that day that I remember so clearly. But again, what Susan was wearing is not important. It's another stall on my part to even bring it up.
I was just thinking, you're going to need information about me. My name is Harry Frimbly and I'm a professor at the local college, which is why I was not working during the summer. I'm 44 years old, divorced, with no children. Thank god I don't have kids who will read this. It's bad enough the rest of you will know my ugly secret.
Anyway, I watched the two women with interest, although my attention was definitely directed towards the younger one. Susan opened the door and Mandy quickly ran inside with the items she had taken from the car. Then, while the movers unloaded the furniture and boxes, Mandy made several trips to retrieve other small, and I imagine very delicate, belongings. I remember to this day how disappointed I was when she no longer appeared, having completed her task of emptying the car.
That night I did something I had never done before -- I huddled in the darkness of my bedroom and stared at the house next door. Since they had just moved in there were no curtains to block my view inside the room. I knew the house next door had the same basic floor plan as mine, so the master bedroom would be on the other side of the house. The second bedroom would be across from mine. When the light came on and the young girl entered I knew I had guessed correctly that it would be hers.
The girl didn't seem to be aware of my prying eyes lurking in the shadows. She went about her business as if she had total privacy. Thinking back, if the windows would have been covered maybe my lust would have ended there. But with her light on I was able to see clearly into her bedroom.
Mandy disappeared into the bathroom and returned wiping her face with a towel. She tossed it aside and searched through a box, retrieving a hairbrush. Mandy pulled her top off and untied her ponytail, shaking her now loose long blonde hair. Then she began brushing it. I found even that trivial task arousing.
The way Mandy was sitting I could tell she was not wearing a bra. If she had bigger tits I probably would have seen part of them, but like I said she was quite flat-chested. When the girl was sure her hair was tangle free, she turned to get the bed ready. I now could see her little swells and dark nipples. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled her shorts off. When she stood up I saw her panties. They weren't thongs, but skimpy enough to show part of her butt-cheeks. She then removed her panties and walked towards the far wall. I stared at her naked ass sway as she walked. Then she turned the light off, filling the room with darkness. I assumed she climbed into bed and went to sleep, but I could no longer see into her room.
I tore my pants open and grabbed my hard cock. I can remember it only took a few strokes to splatter my sperm all over the wall and myself. But after I came I kept jerking off. My sperm coated my hand as it slid up and down my cock. Never losing my hardness, I kept going until a second load erupted. I had cum twice in a mere 5 minutes -- something I hadn't done since my teenage days. I knew at that moment I had to have the girl.
I took every opportunity to get to know my new neighbors. Susan warmed up to me, smiling and chatting when she wasn't running some place. I learned about her nasty divorce and we sort of sympathized with each other. She and her daughter were all alone in the world since her parents had died in a car accident. But Mandy was distant. I guess I was just an old man to her. Or maybe she noticed the way I eyed her young, skimpily attired body.
I continued to watch Mandy every night while I sat in the dark jerking off. That is until the weekend when the curtains were delivered and hung. After that I felt cheated. My desire to see Mandy naked was overpowering and I tried masturbating to the memory of her nude body, but it wasn't the same. I had to see her naked again... I just had to... I was obsessed.
I told you the two houses were similar, but they were not identical. I had a hobby -- music. I loved rock-n-roll and played it very loud. That was one of the issues with my ex-wife, resulting in me building a soundproof room where I'd listen to my music. Of course this led to other marital problems as I spent more time in that room than with her, so much time that I even had a full bathroom built within it. The room became a sore point in our relationship and she couldn't stand it. I know how strange this might sound, but she didn't even want to see the door so we had a bookcase built across the wall camouflaging it. There was a secret way of opening the door. I thought it was so ridiculous that I never mentioned it to anyone. Where the music room was situated in the house, and the fact that it had no windows, no one even knew it was there. Looking back, my ex-wife's foreboding was amazing. The secret lever was a book that, when pulled forward, opened the door. My ex-wife insisted we use "Dante's Inferno" as the book. Remember the quote?
Anyway, since I was no longer able to see Mandy through her window I caught glimpses of her in her backyard. She was working on a tan and lounged around in very tiny bikinis. But it was very difficult to see her from within my house so I ended up going into my backyard and spied on her from behind the bushes separating our yards. I was afraid to take my cock out and jerk off outside, but I'd rub it until I'd cum in my pants.
One day Mandy abruptly turned and saw me leering at her through the bushes. She jumped out of her chair and began yelling at me, calling me names like "dirty old man" and "pervert." She told me she was going to have me arrested as a Peeping Tom. I lost it. I saw my career and whole life destroyed. I needed time to think of a way to straighten out the mess I had gotten into.
Without thinking, I ran through the bushes and grabbed Mandy. She was about to scream when I cupped her mouth. Her arms and legs began flaying, trying to get free and probably to do me physical harm. I realized that we might be observed so I pulled her back through the bushes into my yard, and then out of sight into my house. When I released my hold on her mouth she screamed. I panicked and covered her mouth again, but didn't know what to do. I needed time to think, but I had to keep her quiet.
It wasn't that I had planned it, but I carried her into the garage where I retrieved some rope. I then brought her to my music room, opened the secret door, and carried her inside. I pushed her to the floor, once again taking my hand off her mouth. But this time when she screamed I knew no one could hear her. I tied her hands behind her back and her ankles together. Then I sat on a chair, leaving her on the floor. She continued to yell and call me names -- which was giving me a headache -- so I grabbed an old tee-shirt of mine lying on the floor and stuffed it in her mouth, securing it with rope. Now all she was able to do was make muffled sounds. I sat in the chair to figure out what to do.
So you can see, I didn't do it on purpose. But my obsession with the young girl led to this situation. If the Peeping Tom problem wasn't enough, I now added kidnapping and assault to my woes. I was between the proverbial "rock and hard place."
While I was thinking of how to get out of the mess, I kept glancing over at Mandy, watching her struggle on the floor. She was only wearing her tiny bikini and, when she rolled onto her stomach in an attempt to break her restraints, I noticed her squirming had caused her bikini bottoms to ride up her crack, showing more of her buttocks. My cock became hard and I stopped thinking of a way out. My hard cock was doing the thinking. It must be true that the blood rushing to your cock comes from your brain because I was no longer thinking like the mature professional I was.
With Mandy on her belly, hands tied behind her, I sat on her ass. She instantly stopped moving, wondering what was going to happen. My fingers toyed with the string on the back of her neck, gradually loosening the bow until it came undone. I saw the two ends fall to the floor on either side of Mandy's head. Then my fingers unhooked the back of the small garment. When it was undone, it too fell to the floor leaving Mandy's back bare.
Mandy was silent, except for her heavy breathing. No doubt she was scared. I scooted down until I was sitting on her calves. My fingers went to one of her hips and played with the string until it came undone; then I did the same with the other side. Although the material of her bikini bottoms still covered her buttocks it was completely unfastened. I couldn't resist and pulled the material down, exposing her ass. When Mandy realized she was now uncovered I heard her gasp and felt her body tense.
I stepped back and sat in the chair. Mandy was laying face down, hands tied behind her. Her entire back was exposed, including her buttocks, but the bikini bottoms still covered her pussy. I noticed her thighs were clenched tightly together as she also realized it. If she had boobs I'd see them from the side with her bikini top splayed open, but there wasn't much to see.
Now that Mandy had become quiet, I removed her gag. I can still remember how she begged me not to hurt her and I told her I wasn't going to. She pleaded with me to untie her and let her go home, but I knew I couldn't do that without ending up in prison.
I was staring down at the terrified girl and sort of nudged her in the side with my foot. She just lay on her stomach trying to keep as much of her body covered as possible. I pressed my toes under her side and pushed with more force, causing her to roll over. Her bikini top was left behind and now Mandy was lying on her back with her little tits bared. Somehow her bottoms stayed in place, keeping her pussy covered.
I dropped to my knees and stared at her naked tits. She again begged me to let her go. My response was to take a nipple between my lips and suck it. Mandy tried squirming away and then suddenly stopped. I sensed something different in her demeanor and backed away. When I scanned her body I noticed her untied bikini bottoms had shifted, exposing some of her pubic hair. I looked into her eyes and saw embarrassment and fear.
I began gently tickling her, causing her body to wriggle. I could tell she tried to fight it, but she was just too ticklish. My eyes were locked on her crotch, watching the bikini bottoms shift, uncovering more and more. I guess in the back of my mind I thought I'd be innocent if the bathing suit came off by itself. But I got impatient and grabbed the bikini bottoms, yanking them through her legs. She was now totally naked. The girl I desired was naked and helpless.
I know what you're thinking, reading this. Up until that point I had made mistakes, but now I was taking the next step into depravity. And you're right. I told you in the beginning I was a pervert and committed many sins. I just couldn't stop myself. The young girl was so beautiful and vulnerable.
I backed away and Mandy rolled onto her side, curling up as best she could with her hands tied behind her. I circled her body, inspecting as much of her as I could see. Mandy's eyes watched me like a hawk. When I returned to the spot I started from, Mandy told me her arms were hurting.
It is so hard for me to write these words. It brings back so many tortuous memories. I just want to end it all right now. But I must keep writing. I must confess. Not for redemption, but to... I don't know why. To clear my conscience?
I continued to stare at the young girl curled up as best she could, trying to hide her nudity from my leering eyes. I didn't want to hurt her, yet I was. I bent down and untied the rope around her wrists. Suddenly I was being pounded and scratched. Mandy went ballistic, punching and clawing my face. Without thinking, I pushed her away and flung my arm in an upward motion, my forearm hitting her under her chin. Mandy's head jerked back and she crumbled to the floor, unconscious.
At that point I felt even worse. I had struck the innocent child. How could I have hit a young girl? I was trying to help her by untying her hands... alleviate her pain, but I ended up striking her. I was at a loss. I had never hit anyone in my life... ever! And now I had hit a girl. I felt sick and ran to the bathroom where I kneeled over the toilet and retched by guts out. See, I wasn't an evil person. It bothered me to hurt the girl. If only I had stopped then. But I didn't.
When I returned to the room Mandy was still unconscious. I needed time to think so I dragged her limp body to a large piece of furniture, tying rope around each wrist with the other end around the table legs. I even untied her feet. She was now secured again, but not in the uncomfortable position she had been before.
I stared at Mandy's sweet body. She was now on her back with her legs slightly parted. She was beautiful. I retrieved a wet washcloth from the bathroom and dabbed her face. Mandy came to and groggily opened her eyes. Suddenly, she lurched at me, but was foiled by the ropes restraining her arms. I saw the surprise and then fright in her eyes.
I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and covered one tit with my mouth. I felt Mandy wiggling under me, trying to break free, but she was helplessly bound. Then I felt a knee land a blow on my shoulder. When I leaned back she twisted her body and tried to kick me again. Without leverage, the impact was minimal. I backed up anyway, watching her pull at the ropes in frustration.
I captured her legs and held them as she tried to kick free. Then I lay down on her, pinning her legs under me. She struggled for a while, but then gave up -- either from fatigue or resignation, I'll never know. Once again my mouth found her little tit, sucking it and licking her nipple. I moved from one tit to the other and then back again. I couldn't get enough of them.
I unconsciously began humping the legs under me. It wasn't until I felt my climax approaching that I realized what I was doing. In a state of arousal, I got onto my knees and tore at my pants until I had my hard cock in my hand. Mandy's eyes widened as I began pumping my cock. After just a few strokes my sperm flew into the air, landing on Mandy's chin, neck, chest, and belly. When I had stopped cumming I crawled off her, what I had done not fully registering. Mandy just stared at me. She was stunned. I had masturbated right in front of her and shot my hot semen all over her body.
It was then that I stormed out of the room, leaving the bound naked girl in the soundproof room alone. I can't even imagine what went through her mind. She was a prisoner who I had stripped and taken some sexual liberties with, and then jerked off on. Thoughts of her screaming in the soundproof room, feeling totally alone and helpless, tortured my mind and soul. But what was I to do? I was as trapped as she was. I collapsed into my chair with my leaking cock still exposed, attesting to my debauchery.
I don't know how long I sat in silence, but it must have been hours since the room darkened. I looked about, as if I had just awoken from a dream, but I knew the nightmare was real. Feeling hungry, but not wanting to eat, I realized Mandy must be in need of food and water. I carried a sandwich and glass of milk into the prison. Yes, that's how I thought of my music room now. It was Mandy's prison.
I held the glass of milk to Mandy's lips and she gulped it down. She was so thirsty that she'd occasionally cough some milk up, having it drool over her chin. When I thought she had enough I put the glass down and held the sandwich to her mouth. Mandy twisted as best she could within the constraints of the ropes and kicked my arm, sending the sandwich and plate flying. I jumped back in surprise and saw the hate in the young girl's eyes.
Mandy began shouting, calling for help. I can still hear her screams. "Help! Please help me! Someone, anyone, please help! Oh God, please help me!" Then she set forth with a barrage of curses directed at me. When she ran out of breath she tried kicking me, but I was out of reach. The poor girl wasn't rational. She kept kicking, trying to extend her legs to reach me. Over and over again she kicked, her legs stretching as her body lifted off the floor. But her efforts were in vain and it was only when she collapsed in exhaustion did she stop.
I sat across her hips to hold her steady and once again offered the sandwich. Mandy looked at me with helpless pleading eyes. No longer did I see hate in them. There was something else that overshadowed the hate. She had given up. I pressed the sandwich to her lips but she shook her head and jerked it towards the glass of milk. I lifted that to her mouth and she drank most of it. Then she opened her mouth and accepted the sandwich, staring at me while she chewed and swallowed the nourishment. When she finished eating and drank the rest of the milk, I got off her and turned to leave. To this day I can remember her saying, "What are you going to do to me?" I honestly didn't know and kept walking until the door had locked her in her prison -- all alone once again.
I managed to eat some dinner and then quietly opened the door to the soundproof room. I heard whimpering and then silence when Mandy realized I was there. I closed the door as quietly as I opened it. I went back into the living room and sat in the dark. I didn't even know I had dozed off until I heard the banging on my front door. I jumped up and answered it.
To my shock, it was Susan. She was frantic, worried sick about her daughter. She told me Mandy had disappeared and she was looking all over for her. She ran out of places to look and came to my house to ask if I had seen Mandy. I asked Susan to come into the house. I guess I didn't know what to do and was stalling. I needed more information. I asked Susan if she had called the police. She seemed surprised at that suggestion, not thinking there was foul play. She just thought Mandy didn't come home. When she asked me if she should call the police I panicked.
I told her to follow me. In a bewildered state, Susan let me walk her to the bookcase with the hidden door. I pulled the book, "Dante's Inferno," that was the lever and the door opened. Before Susan could react I grabbed her and pulled her into the dark room, closing the door behind us. When Susan cried out, Mandy recognized her voice and yelled, "Mommy!" Susan became still and answered, "Mandy, is that you?" Funny, but I don't think Susan realized she was in danger. I had pulled her into a dark room and held her tight, but the sound of her missing daughter's voice seemed to create a relief in her. But when I flicked on the light and she saw her daughter, Susan screamed.
Mandy was lying on the floor naked, her arms tied to a table. She had dried cum on her body and dried milk on her chin and neck. And there was a puddle of piss between her legs.
Susan struggled, but was no match for my superior strength. I dragged her to a place across from her daughter and tied her by her wrists to another object. When I backed away I looked at my captives, a mother and daughter. Susan kept asking Mandy if she was okay, but the poor girl just cried. She had been hoping for her mother to save her, and now she too was a prisoner.
Then Susan directed her questions to me. She wanted to know what my intentions were. Why she and her daughter were my prisoners. Was I kidnapping them? Why was I doing this to them?
I didn't know what to tell her. After all, I didn't know myself. It began as a simple voyeuristic pleasure that snowballed into kidnapping Mandy and her mother. I was speechless and needed time to think. I left the two in the room, in the dark. As I shut the door I thought to myself that at least Mandy wasn't alone anymore.
The next day I went into the room. The first thing I noticed was that the yellow puddle between Mandy's legs was larger. The next thing I saw was that the crotch of Susan's jeans was dark and she too had a puddle on the floor.
Susan asked the same questions her daughter the day before -- What did I want? Why were they tied up? Was I going to hurt them? I tried to explain it was all an accident, but it sounded stupid even to me. Susan begged me to let them go. I knew I couldn't but part of me wanted to. But another part of me couldn't take my eyes off the young nude body of Mandy.
I was amazed at how calm Susan was. So when she told me she had to use the restroom I thought nothing of it. I untied her and helped her to her feet. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor grabbing my groin. I took a knee. Susan made a mistake though. She had me down, but not out. She should have finished me off while I was incapacitated. But her first instinct was to help her daughter so she ran over to Mandy and went for the ropes around her wrists. That gave me time to recover and I pounced on Susan, dragging her away from Mandy. Susan began screaming and flaying her arms and legs, but I was just too strong. In no time I had her tied up again. While standing over her, still in pain from her kick, I saw the pee ooze from her jeans onto the floor. She really did have to go.
I was mad now. Wouldn't you be if you got kicked in the balls? I guess you're saying I deserved it, and I did, but at the time it really hurt and pissed me off. I wanted to get even with Susan for hurting me. I wanted to hurt her back. I thought about kicking her in the ribs or punching her in the stomach and watch her gasp for breath, but then I thought of a better way. Her daughter was more important to her than herself.
I tied a rope around Mandy's neck and held it tight. If she tried to move away from me all I had to do was tighten the rope and she'd choke. Then I untied her hands and pulled her up by the neck. She tried to get away, but one yank on the noose and she got the message. Susan saw the pain on her daughter's face when I choked her and pleaded for me not to hurt her. Susan said she was sorry and wouldn't kick me again.
I thought about it and decided to take a chance. While holding the noose tight around Mandy's neck I told her to untie her mother. She did so and I dragged Mandy back to the other side of the room. Susan was now free, but I held her daughter's life in my fist. One quick pull and I'd snap her neck. Susan watched me like a hawk, but made no aggressive move.
I told Susan to clean up the mess she and her daughter had made. She went into the bathroom and returned with a towel, dropping it over the puddle she had made. After a few trips to the bathroom to wring it out and then wipe the floor with a clean towel, she did the same for Mandy's piss. After she washed her hands I had her stand in front of us.
I still remember the shocked expression on her face when I told her to take her clothes off. Even though Mandy was naked, it seemed like a horrific idea to her. But when Mandy's hands went to her neck as I tightened the noose, Susan stripped. Whereas Mandy's body was young and innocent looking, Susan's was voluptuous. I think Susan was surprised when I told her to take a shower. I guess she expected the worse.
I, of course, watched Susan shower. And since I was holding Mandy, she watched as well. I'm sure it was embarrassing to Susan and she finished quickly. Then I tied her back up. She almost seemed relieved that nothing else was required. Then I pushed Mandy into the bathroom and removed the rope from around her neck. She made a dash for the door, but I pushed her back so hard that she fell onto her butt, legs splayed. The embarrassed girl snapped her knees together when she saw where my eyes were focused and realized she was no match for my superior strength. I told her to shower. The sweet girl actually asked if she could have some privacy, but I just snickered. Watching her wash her nubile body caused my cock to swell. I just couldn't help it. She was so sexy to watch.
When Mandy finished her shower and dried off I put the rope back around her neck and led her back into the other room. At this point I wanted to have sex with Mandy, but didn't want her to fight and maybe hurt me. So I thought of a way to have her mother teach her that it was okay to have sex with me.
I told Mandy to undress me. Her eyes widened and she looked at her mother for guidance. Susan simply nodded, a look of defeat on her face. I allowed Mandy to maneuver and soon she had me as naked as the two women. Both noticed my erection -- Susan with fear and Mandy with interest. I once again tightened my hold on the noose, forcing Mandy to move to my side.
I got down on my knees, dragging Mandy with me. I was now straddling Susan's body, my cock pointing right at her nose. I asked Susan if she wanted to give me a blow-job. She shook her head no. I asked her if she was going to suck my cock anyway. Again her answer was no. I tightened the noose and Mandy's hands went to her throat as she choked. I saw the look of fright in Susan's face. When I asked Susan again, she rapidly shook her head yes. I warned Susan that if she bit me or was to hurt me in any way, I would kill her daughter right before her eyes. I must have meant it by the look in her eyes as she stared at my face. Maybe I did mean it. I had transgressed, metamorphosed into a demon. I know that now, but I didn't at the time.
I wish Susan had bit my cock off. I can't believe I would have killed the sweet child. It would have ended it all. I'd lay there bleeding to death and the women would be free. I'd be free. That's right, because she didn't do it, my soul was trapped by my deviant mind. But Susan's motherly instinct protected her child. She opened her mouth.
When I fed my cock into Susan's mouth I waited until her lips closed around them. I glanced at Mandy's face which was in shock. Her mother was sucking my cock. Susan's tongue began licking me and then she moved her head back and forth. I was getting a blow-job from my neighbor while her daughter's face was less than a foot away, watching it. I got more aroused and began humping my hips, fucking the mouth locked around my cock. I wasn't careful and caused Susan to gag. With her head against the furniture she had nowhere to go so she kept gagging as I fucked her face.
When I was ready to cum I stopped for a moment. Susan looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth. I told her not to swallow when I came and she nodded. Then we continued until I blew my load into her mouth. When my orgasm ended, I slowly pulled my cock through Susan's clenched lips. Making sure Mandy's face was right in front of her mother's, I told Susan to open her mouth. I saw the blush spread across her face but she did as she was told.
Mandy gasped when she saw the pearly white pool of sperm resting on her mother's tongue. Then some of it began to spill over Susan's bottom lip. Susan automatically closed her mouth and pressed her lips together. I told Susan to swallow which she did with a distasteful expression. When I told her to open her mouth again, Mandy saw only traces of my sperm inside. She had seen her mother "willingly" suck my cock and swallow my sperm.
I dragged Mandy back to her side of the room and retied her. I got dressed and left mother and daughter to... I'm not sure what they did after I left. Did they just stare at each other? Did Mandy ask her mother a lot of questions about the blow-job? Did Mandy look at her mother with disdain? Did Susan break down in tears? Did Susan try to comfort her daughter? I guess I'll never know, and maybe it's better that way. It is one less thing my tormented conscience will take to the grave. What I did know was that the taste of my semen was in Susan's mouth and her daughter knew it.
I made up my mind that I had taken the next step and there was no turning back. But the music room wasn't suited for its new purpose -- a prison? ...a playroom? I went shopping and returned many hours later. I'm still surprised you can buy handcuffs. At least they were lined handcuffs so they wouldn't chafe. Anyway, I went into the soundproof room, carrying a box of my purchases and various tools. Mandy and Susan just stared at me, not understanding what I was about to do.
I went to the wall next to the bathroom and found the studs. I was busy drilling and hammering, then fastened the appropriate hooks. It wasn't until I dragged the iron chains from the box that I heard a gasp... actually two. I permanently attached the chains to the wall and pulled with all my might to ensure they were secure. The women were now looking on with interest. I carried the ends of the long chains into the bathroom, making sure they were long enough to reach the toilet and shower. Then I walked out of the room, never saying a word.
I returned shortly with a disassembled bed frame. I don't think the women knew what it was at first. It wasn't until I returned, dragging the mattress, that they began screaming. I got it into the room and quickly shut the door, keeping the outside world from hearing the cries for help. I assembled the bed and pushed it next to the wall with the chains. I then removed the last items from the box -- the handcuffs. I cuffed one of Susan's wrists and then untied her. She tried to fight me, but was both undersized and stiff from being tied up so long that I didn't even exert much energy in controlling her. I dragged her to the bed and cuffed the other half of the handcuff to one chain. Then I did the same to Mandy.
They both tested the restraints, learning quickly that it was no use to struggle against them. While Susan sat on the bed, Mandy walked around, testing the extent to her mobility. When she stopped, I told her to sit next to her mother. I again told them that it was an accident that they were my guests. I distinctly remember using the word "guest." I couldn't bring myself to admit they were my prisoners. Susan snickered at my euphemism, but I ignored it. I explained that the bed was for their comfort so they didn't have to sit on the floor, and the chains were long enough to avoid another accident. Mandy blushed at that.
Susan asked me why there were other chains attached to the wall, but all I said was they would only be used if they did not behave. Then I left them to digest everything I had said.
I know what you're thinking of me. My actions were no longer spontaneous. They were calculating and methodical. Well, I guess you're right, but at the time I wasn't as rational as it seems as I write this.
After some time, I figured I had let Susan and Mandy think about all I had said and I brought them two snack tables and some food. I placed it in front of the two women who sat on the side of the bed and ate. With one of their hands cuffed to a chain it seemed an annoyance, but didn't really interfere. I brought in my own food and turned on some music. We ate in silence as the music filled the room.
When Mandy was finished she pushed her table away and got up. She started towards the bathroom when her chain bumped into her mother's table. Susan was able to control the wobbling table before it toppled over. Mandy was beginning to learn that the chain had become part of her, like the tail on a lizard, and she would have to account for it. She also learned that the bathroom door wouldn't close all the way with the chain blocking it. We were able to hear the tinkle of her piss as it splashed into the toilet.
I thought it interesting that both women were indifferent to their nudeness. Oh sure, if they had a choice they would rather have been dressed, but since they didn't they went about their business without attempting to cover up. Of course their nudity had an effect on me.
When Mandy returned I stood up and slowly undressed. Both women apprehensively stared at me. They were even more concerned when they saw my erection. I walked towards them and moved the tables out of the way. This left the two naked women sitting on the side of the bed. I noticed that Mandy's hands covered her crotch. All of a sudden she was shy. I wonder if it was more a defensive move than shyness. Was she protecting herself from rape?
Without warning, I wrapped a noose around Susan's neck. Her hands automatically tried to push me away, but one tight tug and her hands went to her neck instead. Mandy lurched at me, but I easily pushed her small body back onto the bed. Before she tried again, I warned her that I would snap her mother's neck if she didn't stay put. Remembering her own choking, she immediately complied.
I asked Mandy if she remembered how her mother sucked my cock. Her eyes looked down in embarrassment, but she nodded her head yes. I asked her if she knew why her mother did it. Mandy said to protect her. I pointed out her mother's predicament and asked if Mandy understood that I could easily kill her mother. She looked up at me in fright and then nodded yes. I then dropped the bomb. I asked her if she would help her mother the way her mother helped her.
Susan's eyes widened and she was about to say something when I tightened the noose. She began choking and grabbed my forearms trying to pull them off her. But I was too strong. Mandy was frozen. I had already warned her not to attack me, but she was sitting helplessly while her mother was choking to death.
"I'll do it."
I don't think I will ever forget those words. Mandy was pleading with me to release her mother. She agreed to give me a blow-job as the price. I loosened the rope and Susan began sputtering, sucking in air as fast as she could. When she was breathing normal again, Mandy wrapped her arms around her mother's body, pressing her face into her bosom.
I waited until the tears subsided and then pulled Mandy off her mother. I made sure Mandy saw my hand holding the rope around her mother's neck and tightened it slightly for emphasis. Then I warned Mandy of the consequences of her hurting me. I waited until she acknowledged my threat by nodding her head. I nudged Mandy's legs apart and stepped between them, bringing my cock closer to her face. I told her to do it.
The young girl stared at my hard cock in fright and embarrassment. She turned to her mother for help, but only saw glossy, tear-filled eyes staring back at her. Mandy's gaze returned to my cock and she touched it with her fingers. I jerked my hips forward, having the girl of my lust actually touch my cock. Mandy released it and jumped back. I had startled her and realized I would have to control myself. I waited until Mandy once again grabbed my cock in her fingers. This time I stayed still.
I couldn't believe it. The girl I had lusted after was holding my cock just inches from her mouth. And then she opened that mouth, leaning forward until my cock brushed against her bottom lip as it entered her mouth. I stared at her beautiful innocent face as her lips closed around my cock. She just sat there with my cock in her mouth. I waited, but she didn't do anything. Looking back, I don't think she really knew what to do. But I didn't care. I was enjoying seeing my cock in Mandy's mouth.
When Mandy swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, the movement around my cock caused me to lose patience. I pulled Susan closer by the rope around her neck and told her to tell Mandy what to do. She looked up at me with hate and contempt, but also fear. Soon she was giving her daughter oral instructions. (I can't believe I'm using a pun as I write this.) She was telling her daughter how to perform oral sex on me.
It was amazing. I'd hear Susan say something, and then feel it. She'd tell her daughter to lick around my cock-head and then I'd feel the girl's tongue doing it. Susan would tell Mandy to move her head back and forth, watching out for her teeth, and it would happen. Soon I was getting a decent blow-job from the young girl. It was too much for me so I grabbed Mandy's head and held it in place while I filled her mouth with sperm. Her eyes got wide and then her cheeks puffed out. I could feel her mouth clamping around my cock as she swallowed. Mandy's eyes darted towards her mother as if begging her to stop me from shooting the gooey semen into her mouth.
When I finished I pulled out of Mandy's mouth and walked to the other side of the room where I sat down. Once again Mandy fell onto Susan's chest, this time with her mother's arms around her. Susan stared at me, hate in her eyes, as she cradled her daughter's head and patted her back.
I should have felt sorry for them. Any decent human being would have felt compassion. But not me. I only felt lust. I had enjoyed shoving my cock into the sweet young girl's mouth and filling it with my semen. Isn't that the act of a depraved person? It is. But like a drug addict, I craved more. The more I got, the more I wanted. I knew there was only one way to stop. But I put that off until now. I wish I had, but I didn't stop.
I asked Mandy if she was a virgin. Either she didn't hear me or chose to ignore my question... or possibly me. I asked again, more harshly this time. It was Susan who spoke up and told me I was an evil person. She got that right. But at the time I didn't think of myself as evil, or even bad. I wasn't thinking rationally at all. I was thinking with my cock, not my brain or heart. I got up and walked to where mother and daughter were embraced. Susan clutched her daughter tighter.
I tried pulling Mandy's legs apart, but she held them tightly together. I wedged my hand between them until it was resting on her pussy. Maneuvering my finger, I found her opening and pushed it inside. It went in all the way.
When I announced she wasn't a virgin Mandy's head shot up and said she was. The tone of her voice showed her youth. It was like one of those "was to, was not" exchanges kids have. When I drew their attention to my finger all the way inside Mandy's pussy she exclaimed, "It was an accident."
"You mean some boy fucked you by accident?" I said sarcastically.
"No, I did it with my finger. But it was an accident," she explained.
When the young girl realized what she had admitted, she buried her face back into her mother's bosom. I, meanwhile, wiggled my finger, causing Mandy to squirm. I actually had my finger inside her twat. My finger was inside the innocent young girl's pussy. And not just any girl's, but the one I had been lusting for. I withdrew my finger and held it under my nose, inhaling deeply. This brought a look of contempt from Susan, but not as bad as when I stuck my wet finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. I then pulled Mandy from her mother's arms.
I told Mandy I wanted to see her masturbate. The poor girl turned white as she violently shook her head from side to side. Her mother tried to hold her again but I easily pushed her away. When Mandy continued to say no I sat on the bed and flipped her over my knee, hesitating only a moment to look at her cute little butt. But soon Mandy was crying as I spanked her.
Susan lunged at me, grabbing for my swinging arm. I pushed her away but she kept coming. I tossed Mandy aside as if she were a doll and grabbed Susan's free arm. Dragging her by the arm to the wall, I quickly handcuffed her to another chain, a much shorter one. She was now helpless to attack me. I put Mandy back across my lap and began spanking her, pausing every so often to ask if she'd masturbate. It wasn't until her buttocks turned red that she relented. When I pushed Mandy off my lap her cheeks were stained with tears and she was rubbing her stinging butt. I asked her again, just to make sure, and she slowly nodded her head up and down.
I positioned Mandy on one side of the bed with her legs spread. Her mother, immobilized on the other end of the bed, was able to see between them. Mandy's hand went between her legs and her finger slid into her slit. The girl hesitated, ashamed to masturbate in front of her mother and me. But a harsh command from me got her going.
Mandy's finger slipped between her labia and began a slow up and down movement. I didn't know if she was inexperienced, or just not willing to go through with it. But she wasn't masturbating. Her finger was simply stroking along the slit. I was about to threaten her when another wicked idea popped into my head.
I unchained Susan's arm, the one I recently restrained, and warned her that if she tried anything I would spank Mandy again... and this time I wouldn't stop until my hand hurt too much. I then told her she too was going to masturbate. She shot me a look, but I threatened spanking her daughter again. I saw the fight fade from her face. I turned Susan so that she was facing Mandy, and told her to spread her legs. Has a mother and daughter ever been put into such an embarrassing position? They were facing each other with their legs spread, both glancing at the other's pussy. And then I told both of them to masturbate.
Susan, fearing for her daughter, was the first to obey. Her hands went between her legs, one set of fingers parting her labia and the forefinger from her other hand gently stroking her clit. Mandy stared in awe as her mother masturbated in front of her, especially when Susan wet the finger used on her clit. Susan returned that finger to her mouth several times until her own natural juices began to flow. Then the long finger sunk into her pussy, dragging the wetness over her clit.
Eventually, Mandy's hands returned to her pussy. I don't know if she was just doing what I had said, or she was getting aroused watching another girl masturbate... her mother no less. But, unlike before, Mandy was really masturbating. I don't know if it's the way all women masturbate, or that Mandy was mimicking her mother, but her actions were the same. She wet her finger and then rubbed her clit, bringing the finger back to her mouth for more. And then her finger too slipped inside her pussy, obviously slick when withdrawn.
I didn't know what to look at. At the young girl's fingers in her pussy... at her mother's... or at their faces watching the other masturbate? I do know my own fist was moving up and down my hard-on. When Susan began using two hands, one to finger-fuck herself and the other to stroke her clit, Mandy followed suit. Both were breathing hard now and they seemed to forget where they were. They were masturbating vigorously now.
Susan closed her eyes and began crying out -- something like "oh, oh, oh, oh" -- as her finger really worked her clit over. Then her legs snapped together, trapping her hand between them. Her hips jerked a few times and then she fell onto her back, her hands still clutching her pussy.
Her mother's reaction definitely had an effect on the young girl. Without taking her hand away from her pussy, Mandy got onto her knees and fell forward. Lying on her belly, Mandy began humping her fingers still inside her pussy. Evidently this was the way she masturbated, and probably tore through her hymen. Mandy's face was now not far from her mother's pussy as she continued to fuck her fingers. Soon she squealed as she too orgasmed.
I needed to cum and ran to the bed. I grabbed Susan's leg and swung her around so that her feet were off the side of the bed. The movement actually caused her trailing leg to kick Mandy in the head. I got between Susan's legs and rammed my cock into her pussy. I pumped in and out, first seeing the surprised expression on Susan's face, and then the shocked one on her daughter's. I didn't care if the whole world was watching. I fucked Susan mercilessly, only feeling my own need, and soon I thrust into her one more time as my cock erupted, filling her pussy with my sperm. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, I collapsed onto her body and stayed there until my softening cock slipped out.
When I got up my deranged mind made me grab Mandy by the hair and pull her face next to her mother's pussy. It was red and swollen, both from her own fingers and my cock, and was leaking white sperm. Never having let go of her hair, I pulled her face to my wet cock. When I pressed it to her mouth she took it inside. I don't know if she was just broken and being submissive, or she was excited. Maybe, and probably, she was just in shock. But it didn't matter to me. I felt the young girl's warm mouth sucking and licking my cock, just two feet from her mother's ravished cunt still oozing the same sperm Mandy was now swallowing.
When I realized what I had done, that I had raped Susan in front of her daughter, I pulled my cock from Mandy's mouth so suddenly that her lips smacked together. I grabbed my clothes and fled the room, once again sitting alone with my conscience tormenting me.
So you can see why I have chosen the course of action I have. I had turned into a beast. The sins kept piling up. What I did to an innocent child and her mother cannot be forgiven. I should have stopped then and there, like I plan to now, but I couldn't. My moral upbringing was overshadowed by my depravity. You see, as I sat wrestling with the sins I had just committed, I got an erection. Even though I knew it was wrong, it excited me. I thought back to the mother and daughter masturbating and my cock began to harden. I thought back to their orgasms and my cock became fully erect. I thought back to fucking Susan while her daughter watched, and then Mandy sucking the cock that had just been pulled from her mother's cunt, and I thought I'd cum without even touching my dick. They say power corrupts. Well, I had power over the two innocent women and sunk deeper into depravity.
I don't know how long I sat there, but I eventually took a shower. I was hoping I would feel cleaner afterwards, but realized I would never feel clean again. When I got hungry I made something for my two captives. I thought they needed something substantial so I made them steaks. Of course I couldn't trust them with silverware so I pre-cut their meat and added potato chips. When I brought the food to them, they looked like they had showered as well and were holding each other, I guess deriving love and courage from each other. I placed their food down and left. I couldn't be in the same room with them without doing something sexual. I returned to the main part of the house and had my own dinner.
I wish I could say I had a restless sleep that night, but I slept like a baby, dreaming about Mandy and Susan. I'm sure I had a smile on my face the whole time. When I awoke I had a hard-on, grabbed it and began pumping my fist. It was a normal ritual for me when I awoke in that condition. I'd spew my sperm all over my chest and then wash it off in the shower. But then I remembered I didn't have to take care of it myself any longer.
I think it was at that moment I decided that I liked what I had and would make the most of it.
I was about to take a shower, but desired relief from my morning hard-on first. I opened and closed the door to the soundproof room very quietly. Susan and Mandy were still fast asleep, with Mandy's face on Susan's chest and Susan's arms wrapped around her daughter. My guess is, unlike me, they could not fall asleep the night before until exhaustion overtook them. Then they fell asleep in the position I had found them, mother cradling her daughter in her arms.
I stood over the two sleeping beauties with my hard cock pointing at them. I wasn't sure what to do, but just then Susan's movement made up my mind. In her sleep, Susan shifted her legs so that they were apart. Without hesitation I got between them and shoved my cock into her pussy.
Susan moved in her sleep and then her eyes shot open. She had awoken with my cock moving in and out of her pussy. She cried out in surprise and shock, but I just kept ramming my morning hard-on in and out of her. Susan's cries and my thrusts causing her body to move woke Mandy up. She was obviously very groggy and it took her longer to comprehend what was happening. When she saw me fucking her mother the young girl opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came forth. After all, what was she to say?
I jammed in and out of Susan a few more times and then grunted as I filled her pussy with my hot sperm. I stayed inside her for a few moments while I caught my breath and then pulled out. I looked at Mandy's astonished expression one more time and then made an about face, walking out of the room without ever saying a word to either of them. Then I took my shower.
That was the first time you guys came to my house. Yeah, I know you're reading this. I had just finished eating breakfast and was about to prepare something for Susan and Mandy when the doorbell rang. My heart stopped when I saw the blue police uniforms. Although Mandy didn't have school, Susan had been missed at work and the police entered their house to find it in its obvious unused state. They asked me several questions and then left. I felt real panic. The enormity of what I had done sunk in. But I had gone too far to turn back. Also, I found I was beginning to enjoy it. So you see, although it was never planned, fate intervened. You can blame me, and you should, but it was not premeditated.
I finished preparing the other breakfasts and brought them to Susan and Mandy. Although I knew the room was soundproof the police made me paranoid and I looked for signs that they had heard the police. Of course if they had they would have screamed. I saw nothing in their expressions other than fear and hate. I was too upset to stay so I left their breakfasts and walked out.
Once again I sat in my chair thinking about the mess I was in. What if the police were to search my house? They surely would be smart enough to find my music room... and the women. For a fleeting moment I thought of murdering Susan and Mandy and burying their bodies. But I was not a murderer. I could never do that. I had become a pervert, but killing them was out of the question. I was so disturbed that I didn't go back into the music room until much later. I decided to "act" normal just in case the police were watching my house so I went grocery shopping. Since I was feeding three now, I really needed to stock up anyway.
I cooked and ate my dinner and then brought Susan and Mandy's theirs. I didn't stay. I was confused and scared. The police knew they were missing and were looking for them. If they were found I'd be convicted of kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment (or whatever the crime is when you hold people against their will), rape, assault, etc. For the policemen reading this, you can add the others. I tried to relax by watching TV, but when I'm like that it's music that helps. But I couldn't even listen to my own music in my own house. As silly as it sounds, I felt like the victim.
Later, I went to bed and tossed and turned. I'd kick off the cover and then pull it back over my tortured body. I'd lie on my back, only to try my side and then my belly. I couldn't get comfortable. Then I realized my fidgeting became rhythmic when I was on my belly -- I was humping my hard-on into the mattress. I don't know why that happened, but it did. It felt good and I continued, but then decided there were better ways of getting off than rubbing my dick on a sheet. I got up and went into the music room, my hard-on leading the way.
When I turned on the light, Susan awoke instantly. Mandy, however, continued to sleep. I walked to the bed and stared at her nude form lying peacefully. Mandy looked even more innocent and pure while sleeping. One arm was bent behind her head and the other across her tummy. Her legs were spread with one knee pointing outward. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Meanwhile, Susan's eyes bored into me.
Susan gasped when I dropped to my knees and positioned my face next to her daughter's pussy. I inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh smell of a young cunt. Mandy had obviously showered before going to sleep. Susan whispered to me, asking me what I wanted. I just nodded at Mandy's pussy. Susan shook her head violently and then pleaded with me to take her. Can you imagine that? This pretty woman was begging me to fuck her. I don't remember exactly what she said, but she offered me her mouth and her pussy. She told me it would be the best time I ever had.
But Mandy's fresh scent entered my nostrils and filled my body with lust. It was her that I wanted, not Susan. It was Mandy I had always wanted, ever since they moved in next door. I leaned over more and ran my tongue over the young girl's pussy. Mandy moaned in her sleep and Susan groaned her disapproval. Susan once again begged me to fuck her. Ignoring her, I continued to lick her daughter's pussy.
Mandy stirred and her eyes opened slowly. She was the typical teenager who needed her sleep. All the while I was licking her pussy. Finally, Mandy realized where my mouth was and awoke with a start, jumping back against the wall. I remember her scream and the jingling of the chain. She was sitting on her knees with her hands in front of her pussy. Susan crawled over to the startled girl and embraced her.
I grabbed Mandy's legs and pulled them out from under her. Then I pulled her towards me. Susan held on tight and pulled her daughter the other way. We were having a tug-of-war with the young girl as the rope. Of course my strength overcame Susan's will and Mandy's ass was at the edge of the bed with me between her legs. Susan changed tactics and lunged at me. I fought her off, finally dragging her to the wall and fastening her to the other chain. When she tried to kick me she discovered why there were so many chains. I cuffed her ankles to some of the spares. Susan was now incapacitated, incapable of protecting her daughter. I saw the tears flow from her eyes as she strained at her restraints.
I repositioned Mandy at the edge of the bed. Her struggles were minor compared to her mother's. I easily kept her in place with her legs apart and my face between them. I began licking her pussy while keeping her legs splayed out. I won't even attempt to tell you how good she tasted. It would be like trying to describe the Mona Lisa's smile.
I pried Mandy's pussy-lips apart and sunk my tongue inside her wet folds. She continued to struggle, but I think some of it was squirming from excitement. I know when I located her clit it was aroused, and she was wet. I lapped at Mandy's juices, savoring the taste. I was so excited I almost thrust my cock into her at that moment, but part of me wanted something else. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to eat the young innocent girl to an orgasm. I wanted to feel her body writhe as I licked her to a climax.
I pulled away and grabbed Mandy's legs, pushing them upwards. As the girl doubled up with her pussy raised, I dove back between her legs at her unprotected pussy, holding her legs up. My tongue found her slit and I licked. I licked her clit and drove my tongue into her hole. I heard Mandy moaning as her struggling turned into the writhing I desired. In the background I heard Susan's faint whimpering.
Mandy cried out, "Mommy, make him stop. I can't help it!"
All of a sudden Mandy's body went stiff and then began jerking. She was cumming. I had brought her off and the sweet young girl was filling my mouth with her juices. When her violent movements subsided I dropped her legs and stepped back. Susan and I watched as Mandy's chest moved up and down with her heavy breathing. Her pink tongue peeked from her mouth, swiping at the beads of sweat that formed on her upper lip to counter her dry mouth.
My cock was bursting. I wanted to ram it into the young girl's pussy, but didn't want to take her virginity that way. I climbed onto the bed and maneuvered my body between Susan's limbs and the chains restraining them. It took some doing but I was soon between her legs. My hand guided my throbbing cock to the entrance to her pussy and I put the head in. Susan was staring up at me so I licked my lips, making a smacking sound to emphasize the fact that her daughter's pussy juices were all over them. When I saw the disgusted expression cross her face I rammed my cock all the way into her pussy. Her expression suddenly changed to that of surprise. I pumped in and out a few times and then filled her pussy with my sperm. I withdrew and crawled out from between the chains and her arms and legs. I realized then that I should be more careful as to what limb to attach to what chain.
Mandy was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed. It was my guess she had experienced something new. And I was only to happy to give her another new sensation. I was going to fuck her... take her virginity.
I got between Mandy's limp legs and pushed them apart. Her pussy lips were still glistening with my saliva and her juices, and they seemed pinker than before. Just like I had done only moments earlier with her mother, I positioned my cock at the entrance to Mandy's virgin pussy. Susan struggled at her restraints and began pleading with me not to do it. Mandy either felt my cock against her or heard her mother's screams because she came around. I waited until I had Mandy's full attention and then pushed my cock inside her. To my surprise it got jammed. Even without her maidenhead, the fact that she had just cum, and my cock being coated with my recent fuck of her mother, Mandy was so tight that I did not slip all the way inside.
Realization of what was happening sunk in and the young girl joined her mother in pleading with me to stop. When I began to pull out I think Mandy thought I had changed my mind, but her mouth opened and her eyes widened when I pushed back in, this time sinking more of my cock deeper inside her. Before she could close her mouth I did it again, this time going all the way in.
I lay on Mandy's naked body with my cock in her pussy. It was the tightest, warmest pussy I had ever been inside. The fact that she was a virgin added to my pleasure, as well as knowing that my cock had moments before been inside her mother's pussy and had cum there. How many men had cum inside a mother's pussy and immediately stuffed their still hard cock inside her daughter's? Not many. Only us deranged perverts. But at the time I wasn't thinking of myself that way. I thought I was the luckiest man alive.
I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to Mandy's, causing her to turn her head away. I settled for nibbling on her little tits while my cock stayed inside her warm pussy. But, before too long, the desire to move overwhelmed me. I pulled out a little and then thrust back inside. I was going slow enough not to hurt Mandy, seeing something other than pain on her face -- shame. The poor girl was embarrassed that I was fucking her.
But I had become a pervert. I ignored her look and kept fucking her. Her pussy was so tight. It felt like warm flesh grabbing my cock. I had just cum inside Susan so I wasn't in a hurry. I took it real slow. In and out... in and out my cock slid. Soon the sheath got even snugger. Mandy's pussy was gripping my cock. I didn't know if she was trying to expel it or her natural reaction was taking over. The pussy was designed to bring a male to orgasm to reproduce, and that's what Mandy's was doing. I continued to fuck her slowly, in and out... in and out.
Mandy's expression slowly changed. I no longer saw the shame. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth was slightly open. Also, her breathing got deeper. I made my strokes longer and when I reentered her I pushed with more force. Each time I thrust inside her, Mandy exhaled a little breath of air through her parted lips. The faster I pumped, the more rapid the breaths of air.
All of a sudden Mandy inhaled a lungful of air. She held her breath, pressing her lips together and clenching her eyes. I felt her lower body moving, jerking upwards. I rose up a little, providing her room to move. Her ass lifted off the bed and then crashed down. Up and down... up and down her lower body went. She was fucking my stationary cock. Mandy was now grunting, and squeals of pleasure were coming from her mouth. Her hips moved faster. She was close. I waited patiently and then she pushed her pelvis up hard and kept her ass off the bed. She was cumming. Little Mandy was climaxing on my cock.
I had been lost in my own world of pleasure when I heard a voice as if it was coming from far away. I focused and looked at Susan. She had been screaming at me, but I never heard her. I doubt if Mandy had either. Susan was yelling, pleading with me not to cum inside her daughter.
Susan stopped screaming when she saw the expression on my face change. I was cumming, shooting my sperm into Mandy's unprotected pussy. Mandy crashed down on the bed and I followed her, rapidly sawing my erupting cock in and out of her pussy like a madman. It felt like I would cum forever. I kept shooting more and more sperm into her. I eventually stopped and collapsed onto the small body of the young girl, smothering her.
I don't know how long I remained on top of her, but when I stirred my soft dick slipped out of the snuggest enclosure it had ever been in. Susan's eyes darted to my cock and saw the white streaks. There was no doubt left in her mind and she burst into tears.
I was crazed with lust. I had just fucked two women and cum twice, but I wasn't sated. To be honest, I was a raving maniac. I wasn't hard, but that didn't matter. I felt the lust and power filling my body and wanted... no needed, more. I looked at the mother chained uncomfortably to the wall crying her eyes out. I looked at the daughter whose virginity I had just taken. She was lying motionless on the bed. Her legs were still spread and I saw my sperm oozing from her ravaged pussy. I should have felt guilt, but I didn't. Again I felt a surge of power rush through me.
I climbed onto Mandy's body, a knee on either side of her. I slowly knee-walked up her body until I was ominously hovering over her face. I watched as a drop of sperm fell from my cock onto her cheek. I leaned forward, letting my dangling dick touch her face. Then I moved my hips, dragging my cum-covered cock all over her face and lips. I was painting her face with sperm, my cock the paintbrush.
Pausing at her mouth, I let my still dripping dick rest on the young girl's lips. Then I used my fingers to press it into her mouth. Mandy didn't help me, but she didn't resist either. My cock slipped into her mouth and I felt her lips tighten around it. Soon she was sucking and licking my cock.
I didn't move. I just watched the movement of Mandy's lips as her cheeks caved in. Susan's sobbing should have bothered me, but for some crazy reason it made my act more wicked. She was crying because I had fucked and cum inside her daughter, and now that same daughter was sucking my cock. I couldn't believe it, but my cock swelled again. I had cum twice and my cock had grown hard again, so hard Mandy had begun gagging as it expanded into her throat.
When I pulled out of Mandy's mouth, Susan stopped crying. She saw my hard cock which I'm sure she viewed as a weapon. I didn't give her time to contemplate what I was going to do with it. I flipped Mandy onto her belly with her legs dangling over the side of the bed and thrust my cock into her pussy from behind. Susan began crying again and, in between sobs, pleaded with me not to cum inside her daughter again.
I was on fire and rammed my cock mercilessly in and out of Mandy. The girl's little body lunged forward with every thrust, and then seemed to bounce back when I withdrew. I guess the mattress under her was acting like a spring. I heard Susan crying and yelling while Mandy was grunting. I don't know what kinds of noises I was making but I'm sure they didn't sound human. At that moment I was more animal than human.
My hands were on Mandy's hips as I plowed into her pussy. In and out... in and out my cock drove. Fucking her from behind allowed me to go deeper into her than before and I swear I felt the tip of my cock hitting something inside her little body. Every once in a while I'd pull her ass apart to give me a better view of my cock sawing in and out of her pussy, but most times I just held on tight with my eyes closed as my hips were like a jackhammer.
Finally, all good things must come to an end. Or in this case, a bad thing since I came inside the poor girl's unprotected pussy again. I kept firing hot sperm into her, my eyes closed and my upper lip curled up so that my teeth were bared. I had turned into an animal.
When I finished cumming, I fell back and collapsed onto the floor. Mandy remained in position, her ass sticking up and her legs spread, my cum dripping from her pussy. Her cunt was now puffy and red. When I caught my breath I retrieved the key and unlocked all the handcuffs restraining Susan except one. She immediately wrapped her arms around her daughter, holding her tight. I got up and slowly walked out of the room as if I didn't have a care in the world. When I shut the door the last sound I heard was Susan's sobbing.
This time I did not sit in my chair and sulk. I was elated. I was sexually satisfied. I whistled all the way to the shower and sang some happy tune. See what I had become? A deranged pervert. Someone who ravished innocent women and no longer felt guilt. Yes, I feel the guilt and shame now. But back then I was consumed with lust and the ability to do whatever I wanted with my two captives.
Days turned into weeks. I would usually give my attentions to Mandy. After all, she was the one I lusted after. I never tired of eating her, having her suck my cock, or fucking her in any position that came to mind. Having her mother watch me ravage her daughter continued to turn me on. And from time to time, I guess to add variety, I had Susan too. The one thing I could do to Susan that I couldn't to Mandy was tit-fuck her. I loved it when Mandy would stare at my cock while it was surrounded by Susan's large boobs, and see strings of white sperm cover her mother's face and neck.
I think my favorite position was Susan on her back with Mandy on all fours over her (in the opposite direction) so that when Susan looked up she'd see Mandy's pussy. If I wasn't already hard, I'd shove Mandy forward a little and lower my cock to Susan's mouth. By now, both women had learned that if they didn't do as I said they would be punished. I think it was seeing the other one hurt that made them surrender. Anyway, Susan would suck my dick until it got hard knowing what would happen when it did. She'd then guide my cock to her daughter's pussy and watch it slide inside as I gently eased my hips forward. Then she'd helplessly watch me fuck her daughter until I came inside her.
Another favorite of mine was to come into the room and signal for them to get into position. Immediately, both women slid off the bed onto their knees -- side by side. I'd offer my cock to one of them and she'd suck on it until I pulled it away. Then I'd turn a little and the other one would suck my cock. I'd go from one mouth to the other... the mother, then the daughter, then the mother, then the... you get the idea. I don't know what shamed them more -- sucking my cock or having the other watch them do it. Sometimes I'd position my cock between them and they'd turn towards it, both licking my dick and wrapping their lips around the side of the shaft. Their tongues would touch and even their noses would bump into one another's. There's nothing like having a mother and daughter licking your cock at the same time. Sometimes I'd cum in one of their mouths, while other times I'd splatter my cum on both their faces and make them lick it off each other.
I'm not telling you this to brag. I'm trying to explain why I must do what I must. I have become a monster over these past months. I'm evil, wicked, bad. I've joined the dregs of society. I had once been a highly respected professor and citizen, but now I'm lower than dirt. I just can't stand it any more. I despise what I have become. That's why I called 911. That's why you're here reading this.
I'm so sorry,
Harry Frimbly
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The blood drained from the policeman's face as he finished reading the confession. His arm dropped to his side and he couldn't move. He was in shock. It wasn't until he heard another voice asking him what was wrong that he was capable of responding.
"Sarge, I found the suicide note," he said, holding the paper in his shaking hand toward the other policeman.
After the sergeant took the paper, the dazed officer once again looked at the body lying in a pool of blood. He hated it when they shot themselves in the face. It made such a mess. He thought back to the suicide note and for a moment felt the anguish the man had felt. He could picture him holding the gun in his mouth, his hands shaking as his finger tried to pull the trigger back. The policeman knew it took a desperate person to kill themselves and knew from the note that the man had been one. In the man's own words he had "metamorphosed into a demon." He wondered what it felt like to have a gun in your mouth and feel so much guilt that you had to end your life. Then he wondered if the man had heard the blast as the gun went off or felt the bullet tunneling through his brain as it blew the back of his skull apart.
When the sergeant finished reading the suicide note he was as shaken as the first policeman.
"Sarge, what was the book he mentioned?"
"Um, let me see," the sergeant said skimming the suicide note. "It's, um... his ex-wife chose it. He said she had foresight. Hmmm, the bookcase... the... oh, here it is. The book is called "Dante's Inferno."
The policeman located the book and pulled it forward, jumping back as the door swung open. The two policemen stared at each other and then went into the music room. They found two naked women chained to the wall, embracing each other. They were both very pregnant.
THE END
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