Hermie the Lust Bug: Fully Loaded, Part 5

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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The morning sun was shining directly into his face as Cal pulled
the covers over his head.  He groaned remembering the nightmare
from last night and shivered at the thought that something like
that could happen.  Reaching for Lynn, he discovered her side of
the bed was empty.

Jerking awake, he sat up, feeling sick.  It wasn't a nightmare. 
Grabbing his robe, he looked out the window to see most of the
cars were still parked in front of the house.  More importantly,
the little piece of shit he bought for Nicole was back under the
tree, the headlights facing the window appearing as if it was
staring back, taunting him.  If the car is home, so must be Lynn.

The smell of bacon filled the house as he opened the bedroom
door, heading into the hallway.  He smiled.  Lynn was making him
breakfast, which meant that she wasn't angry any more.  She got a
taste of what the car was capable of and realized he was telling
her the truth about not being able to prevent what he did to
Renee.  Entering the kitchen and expecting to greet her with a
loving embrace, he was confronted with a 260 pound black man
wearing a pair of baggy underwear standing at the stove cooking.

Two other men, one about his age, sat at the table drinking his
orange juice and smoking what appeared to be a marijuana
cigarette.  None turned to acknowledge him as he left, heading to
check on the girls, noticing the five or six men sleeping in the
living room in various stages of undress.  Renee's bedroom door
was opened and a naked man was sleeping on her bed, but she
wasn't in there.  Feeling sick to his stomach, he rushed to
Nicole's room.

Only one of the men in her room was awake as he sat on the floor
leaning against her bed talking on a cell phone.  The other three
were sleeping, two on her bed and one on the floor.  "Where's
Nicole?" he asked the man on the phone.  He ignored him until Cal
stepped closer, standing in front of him.  "WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?"
he shouted.  Looking up at him, the stranger shook his head,
pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

Cal could hear the thumping music coming from the back yard and
rushed to find his girls, bumping into someone entering the house
through the back door.  Nicole was in the shallow end of the
pool, leaning over onto the lap of one guy sitting on the edge
sucking his cock.  Two others sat on either side of him as she
slowly jerked their cocks.  A fourth guy, one of his players, was
standing close behind her, holding her waist as he slowly stroked
back and forth while someone knelt beside them, sucking and
playing with her breasts.

Renee was on an inflatable raft by the ladder at the deep end
with one very tall guy on top of her thrusting in and out. 
Another guy had his cock inside of her mouth while he pinched and
pulled on her tiny nipples.  A short, stocky boy was standing on
the top rung of the ladder, his cock at the right height for her
hand to be on it.  She wasn't moving it, just holding it.  Three
guys were in the pool, clinging to the side next to them watching
and making comments about her.

The large cannonball splash from a chubby teenager sent water
over the edge and caused large waves resulting in several remarks
from dozen or so people swimming in the pool.  All six loungers
were occupied by guys sunning themselves in the morning sun and
two more sat at the umbrella table talking on cell phones.

Cal groaned.  Every one of them had one thing in common, they
were all black. Every one of them.

"Say, man, what's the address here?" one of the men sitting at
the table shouted out.

"624 Sycamore, fool!  How many times I gotta tell you that?" one
of the guys on the loungers called back.  Cal felt sick knowing
that others were on their way to fuck his daughters and there
wasn't anything he could do about it.

Physically shaking, he went inside to use the phone.  He needed
to call the police to report his wife is missing and to take one
of Lynn's Prozac.

***

The jet of cold water spraying awakened her.  She screamed,
trying to block the deluge hitting her bare skin by putting her
hand out.  "STOP IT!" she yelled pulling her sore legs to her
chest and balling up.  "Please," she added feeling the stream
directed to her inflamed privates.

As suddenly as it started, it ended, with her drenched with cold
water.  The sun was out but hadn't burned off the morning haze
and she was shaking, her teeth chattering.  "Get up, whore!" a
booming voice shouted, startling her.  Slowly she opened her
eyes, noticing for the first time the wire surrounding her. 
Sitting up, she felt the metal cutting into her butt and legs. 
She was in a large cage.

"Wh... what's going on?" she mumbled noticing the tall black man
holding the garden hose standing next to the cage.  Sounds of
several barking dogs were heard near by.

"You belong to me now," he said throwing in a used bar of soap. 
"You're a fuckin' mess and smell like a dead animal they pulled
from the sewer.  Clean yourself up!" he ordered still holding the
hose, his large black hand on the sprayer.

"What are you talking about?  I don't belong to anyone!"

"You do now and I want you cleaned up.  I got plans for you," he
added turning the hose on her once again.

"STOP IT!" she yelled, getting a mouthful of water.

Slowly she began rubbing the bar over her skin.  She was naked,
hurting and disorientated.  He was right about one thing though,
she did smell very badly.  Tears rolled down her face remembering
the encounters from the night before.  Every one of the bastards
are forever etched into her brain.  Every penis, every stroke,
every time they polluted her body with their slime.  She felt
nauseous.

"Hurry up, I ain't got all day." he ordered.

"Where am I?" she asked getting annoyed by the sounds of barking
dogs.  "Why do you have me in here?"

"You're home," he said smiling, "and I have you in a cage `cause
you're my newest bitch," he added with a smile, exposing his
missing front tooth.  "In addition to the fine salvage
operation," he said waving his hand in a semicircle,  "I gotta
kennel and I breed bitches."

"What do you mean, `breed'?"

"I breed dogs and sell them pups to pet stores and other breeders
and to people wanting a good pet."  Looking around she got
nervous seeing the two Pitt Bulls staring at her from the side of
the wire.

"You can't keep me here," she protested hearing the two dogs
snarling at her, barring their teeth.

"You're mine now, bitch so I can do whatever I want to you."

"You don't own me!  I don't care what you think.  You do *NOT*
own me."

"Finders keepers, that's what I always say."

"What are you talking about?"

"I got a call about the sexy whore fucking all the homeless guys
I had to go check you out for myself.  I'm really surprised that
someone with your looks and your class would let vagabonds even
touch you, let alone fuck you.  You must be a real nasty whore!"

"I'm not a whore and I didn't let them!"

"Didn't look like you was fightin' them to me.  You were moaning
and begging them for more.  There was about 25 or 30 of those
bastards around the car when I got there.  I had to push my way
through, knocking some of them outta my way.  Believe me, they
didn't want to stop fucking you.  Not that I can blame them."

"How did I get here?"

"I took you outta the car and through you in the back of my tow
truck.  God you were ripe.  I ain't never smelt nobody stinky as
you was.  Ever."

"You kidnapped me!"

"Hell no ain't nobody kidnapped nobody.  I found you so I'm
keeping you."

"You can't do that!"

"To hell I can't," he said smiling.  "You shoulda seen the looks
on their faces when I pulled you outta the car and the damn
little thing started up all by its self.  Really moved them away.
 And when it took off with no one driving, I think half of them
shit their pants.  Not that you could tell `cause most already
had shit in their pants before they got there," he added
grinning.  "Disgusting bastards."

"I need to use you phone.  I want to call my husband."

"I don't care what you want.  You're doin' what I tell you from
now on.  Now finish washin' up.  I ain't got all day!"

"I need to go to the restroom.  Please let me out."  Larry
chuckled.

"You gotta go, then go.  I'll hose it off when you're done."

"You can't be serious!  You want me to use the restroom right
here?  In front of you?"

"Yep.  If you gotta go bad enough, you'll do it.  You gotta shit
or piss?" he asked yelling over the restless dogs.  "SHUT THE
FUCK UP!" he shouted kicking the cage next to her.  That only
served to rally them more.  "I got a bitch in heat and she's
driving all my studs crazy."

"Please.  I can't go out here and certainly not with you watching
me."

"Then hold it, I don't care, but as soon as you feel pressure,
you'll go, believe me."

"You can't do this, it's inhumane!"

"Like I said, I own you now so I can do whatever the fuck I want
and right now, I need to take a piss," he said unzipping his
coveralls and pulling his long, dark cock through the fly.  She
didn't want to look at him but couldn't seem to pull her eyes
away.  Suddenly she felt the hot, wet stream raining down on her,
wetting her hair, face and breast.  She turned away to protect
her face, only to have it soak her back and shoulders.  It seemed
to last forever before he stopped, shaking the last few drops at
her.  "Your turn now," he added squeezing the handle to release
the flow of water on her again.

***

"UNCLE JACK!" the wirily young girl came running into the office,
arms spread wide and jumping into the arms of her mother's older
sibling.  Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her, tossing her
into the air, hearing her giggle as she came back down into his
arms.

"Hi sweetheart," he said kissing her neck, blowing raspberries,
making her squirm and giggle until he put her down.

"Jack, you're going to make her pee in her panties again!  Stop
that!"

"Oh, com'on sis, don't be a prude, we're just having a little
fun," he said rustling her brown hair.  Squatting to look into
her hazel eyes, he touched the tip of her nose.  "So how's my
favorite niece?"

"Uncle Jack, I'm you *ONLY* niece."

"So, that doesn't stop you from being my favorite, does it?"  She
giggled again.

"Hi Addie," Raul said stepping into the office.  "Hi Connie, you
sure look pretty today in that dress," He added with a smile.

"Hi Raul," Connie said rushing to him, throwing her arms around
his waist for a hug.  "Will you come to my birthday party?"

"Birthday party, huh?  I dunno, when is it?"

"Next Sunday.  We're having it at Uncle Jack's house `cause where
we live we can't have a bounce house.  Do you like bounce houses?
 I love them.  I'm getting the Princess bouncer this year `cause
I'm a princess, isn't that right, Uncle Jack?"

"Yes sweetheart.  You're a very special princess," he replied
stooping over to kiss the top of her head.

"I'm gunna have cake and ice cream and presents and the bounce
house and all my friends are gunna be there and it'll be a lotta
fun so you gotta come, okay?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said sitting at the desk,
reaching for the paper.

"So, Addie, what brings you by?" Jack asked sitting in the
waiting area, pulling Connie onto his lap.

"Same thing, Jack.  I'm really sorry, but I need a few bucks to
get me through `til my next pay check.  Connie chipped a tooth
the other day and needs a cap and I just don't have the money for
it.  Plus I need a little for groceries."

"How much this time?"

"Maybe a hundred or so.  One-fifty if you can swing it."  Looking
down at his little niece he smiled.  How could he say no to her?

"Sure, Addie.  I'll make it two hundred just to make sure you've
got enough."

"I'll pay you back, Jack, I promise."

"Yea, I know Addie, like always, but don't worry about it.  It's
for a good cause, right?"  Pulling the lock box from his bottom
drawer, he counted out two hundred dollars, handing it to her.

"Oh Jack, thank you, you are the best," she said giving him a
kiss on the cheek.  He smiled, watching them as they headed
outside.

"I'll never see that money again," he said moving around to sit
at the desk.

"She's your sister, boss, you gotta help her, right?"

"Yes, I know.  I just don't understand what she blows all of her
money on.  I mean she makes pretty good money as a waitress at
Denny's but she never seems to have money."

"Wait in a couple of years when Connie's older.  She'll really be
broke then," Raul said with a chuckle.  "And then god help her
when she starts dating."

"That ain't gunna happen!" Jack said putting his feet up on the
desk.  "She won't start dating until she's married, and then I'll
have to think about it."

"She a pretty girl, you know, boss.  The boys will be chasing
after her very soon."

"And I'll be chasing after them with my shotgun!  I practically
raised her and love her like she was my own kid.  Connie's the
only one I have.  She's my life and there ain't nothing I
wouldn't do for her. Hell, I'd even take my own life for her and
if anyone every lays a hand on her..."

"Whoa, relax, boss.  I didn't mean to upset you."

"It wasn't you.  I just get a little fanatical when it comes to
my little girl, that's all.  She's such a sweet little girl and I
just love her to death."

"No problem, boss.  So what should I get her for her birthday
present?"

***

Deon and James were parked outside Krispy Kreme having coffee and
doughnuts when they got the call about the missing person at 624
Sycamore Street.

"You've got to be kidding," Deon blurted out, nearly spilling his
coffee.  "Three days in a row he's called that in?"

"Which one do you t think it is now?"

"Who cares, but he can't make a report every time one of his
slutty daughters disappears for a few hours.  He just needs to
accept that they're whores and will do that from time to time. 
I'll have a talk with him about filing false police reports."

"Unit 13 to Dispatch, over," James spoke into the mic.  "We'll
respond to the missing person's call."

"Ten-four, Unit 13, will advise the others."

Pulling his seat belt over his chest, James snapped it into
place.

"What are you doing?" Deon asked.

"Putting my seatbelt on.  So we can leave."

"I ain't leaving `til I finish my damn coffee and doughnuts. 
Just relax; they'll probably be there when we arrive anyway."

Smiling, he unhooked the belt and reached for his coffee.  "I
believe we have a little time."

***

Even with the bedroom door closed Cal could hear the music and
conversations, punctuated with rounds of laughter.  He stared at
the evil car through the window wondering what to do about it. 
He didn't want to keep it, not knowing what it was capable of. 
"What the?" he exclaimed as the car, no, that's crazy.  It didn't
just do that?  Cars can't wink.  Closing the curtains, he sat on
his bed, worried about Lynn.

"Where is she?" he asked rhetorically.  It has been a very trying
three days.  First Nicole disappeared and then Renee and now
Lynn.  It's a surprise he hasn't lost his mind.  The door
suddenly opened and a stocky boy filled the door way.

"COACH BENNETT?" he called out stepping into his room.  "What are
you doing here?"

"I live here.  The question is, Thomas, what are *you* doing
here?"

"I got a call that there a couple of sluts fuckin' any body that
wants pussy.  I came to check `em out, you know to get a little
pus... uh, somethin'-somethin'."

"TOMMY!" as deep voice from down the hall echoed into the room. 
"The hoes are at the pool, come on hurry up!"

"Sorry, Coach, I'd love to stay and chat, but I got bidness to
take care of," he added groping his crotch.

Releasing a deep sigh, he bowed his head, wanting to cry.  This
is *NOT* happening!

Walking to his dresser, he lifted the picture of him and Lynn
taken in Hawaii two years ago when they had there second
honeymoon.  They were so happy then and it was the best vacation
they've had in years.  "Where are you?" he asked the picture,
setting it back down.

The door flying open startled him as another of his players burst
into the room.  "Grant, what in the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, Coach, I was, uh, looking for someone.  Is this your
house?"

"Yes, and why are you here?"

"Oh, shit," he said stepping back into the hallway.  "Sorry,
Coach, I didn't mean no disrespect, for real."

"Grant, you can leave now and don't come back."

"But I was invited here."

"I didn't invite you."

"Naw, one of my homies did.  Said I should come check out these
two sluts, uh, I mean girls here.  You don't know `em do you,
Coach?"

"Kinda, they're my daughters."

"Oh, man, that's fucked up.  You're letting do that shit?"

"Just go, Grant, please."

"Yea, okay, no sweat, Coach.  See ya," he said closing the door.

Not wanting to stay there any longer, he dressed and grabbed his
keys from the glass bowl on the dresser.  He needed to find Lynn
and try to work things out.  There isn't much he can do at home
and knowing what those bastards are doing to his daughters!

The guys in the kitchen were gone as well as the ones who had
been sleeping in the living room.  Taking a quick glance at the
pool from the kitchen window he found where everyone had
disappeared to.  The muscles in his jaw tightened as he saw Grant
and Will standing over Renee wearing only their pants.

Slipping through the garage, he approached his truck mumbling as
he was completely blocked in from all the cars.  Not caring, he
decided to just drive over the lawn, nothing really matter right
now anyway.

Pulling onto the street, the sound of a siren got his attention.
It was the police finally responding after making him wait for
almost an hour.  Leaving his truck in the middle of the street,
he approached the car, groaning when he saw who it was.

"Going some place, Cal?" Deon asked swinging his door open.

"Yes, to look for my wife, since it's obviously *NOT* a priority
for you!"

"Your wife?  I thought it was one of your daughters who was
missing."

"No, thanks to you they're being raped in my back yard!"

"Cal, you need to watch what you say to me.  AND watch your
tone!"

"What do you plan on doing about my wife?"

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"Last night, about 10:30 or so."

"Did you have a fight?"

"Yes, we did."

"Then she probably just left to cool off.  I wouldn't worry about
it and Cal, you need to stop calling in a missing person's report
every time someone from your house disappears for a few hours."

"She didn't leave on her own, Deon, she was removed by force."

"What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the roof to brace
himself.  "Our fight was about the girls.  I told her everything,
including the deal you and I have to keep me out of jail.  She
didn't like it and was going to call you today to tell you the
deal's off and everything had better stop or she'd take it to
your boss."

"I see.  What did you tell her?"

"I tried begging her to listen to me, but she was blind with
anger for what happened between me and Renee.  I told her it
wasn't me, it was that damned car!"

"You think the car made you do it?" he snickered looking at
James.

"Yes I do!  And I wanted to show her so I had her sit in the
car."

"YOU PUT YOUR WIFE IN THE BEETLE?"  Are you fuckin' kidding me? 
Were you trying to turn your wife into a whore or something,
Cal?"

"NO!  I just wanted to show her what it does to people.  I
planned on taking her out before anything happened.  She needed
to see for herself what it's like to feel helpless."

"So what happened?  Why didn't you take her out?"

"A car pulled up with a bunch of guys looking for my daughters. 
I only left her for a minute to run them off.  Not even a minute.
 Just turned away for a second and the car just took off.  Left
all by it's self.  Cars can't do that!  They can't drive
themselves!"

"You're right, Cal, and I wouldn't go around telling people that
crazy story or you'll be locked up for sure in the loony bin."

"So you're going to look for her, right?"

"Yes, Cal, there will be a full investigation into your wife's
disappearance," he said getting out of the car.  "Starting with a
statement from you.  James, make sure you write all this down. 
Now let's see, you said the two of you had a fight because she
found out you were molesting your daughters and she threatened
you with going to the police and have you arrested and you wanted
to teach her a lesson so you put her in your car and what was it
again you said you did to her?"

"I didn't *DO* anything to her!"

"Where's the body, Cal.  If you come clean now, we'll go easy on
you!"

"WHAT?!?!  What in the hell are you talking about!  I didn't hurt
my wife!  I'd *NEVER* do anything to harm her in anyway.  I love
her, damn it!"

"James, cuff our suspect, we need to investigate this further."
he said throwing Cal onto the hood of the car, pulling his arms
behind his back.  "You got any weapons or sharp objects in your
pockets?"

"WHAT?  What are you doing, you can't arrest me!  I didn't do
anything wrong!"

"James, did you just hear what he said?  Sounds like a motive to
me."

"Yea, I sure did.  We just need to find out where he dumped the
body."

"YOU'RE BOTH OUTTA YOU FRICKIN' HEADS!"  You're *NOT* arresting
me on murder charges!"

"James, read him his rights, I need to go check on something
inside the house," Deon said stepping around the car.

***

Lynn laid shivering from the cold and hurting in places she
didn't even know she had.  Her kidnapper walked away, leaving the
two mean-looking dogs growling at her from the side.  Each move
she made, the dogs snarled, showing their clenched, drooling
teeth to her.  The large gate was at least fifty yard away and
there was a muddied path between her and freedom.

The snapping jowls of the furious dogs caused her to jump.  Even
if she had a head start, they would be able to catch up to her
quickly.  Inching her way to the door, she noticed the pad lock
tightly latched.  She sighed.  There's got to be a way out of
this place!

Crawling to the furthest place in the cage, she pulled her knees
to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and slowly rocked
back and forth.  There's got to be a way out of this place!

Seeing her tormentor return, she began to shake.  He was carrying
something large and as he got closer, she could see it was a dog.
 Silently she watched as he opened the adjacent cage, pushed the
stocky dog in before closing it.  The two guard dogs started
going crazy and one jumped on top of her cage.

"Down, boy!" Larry shouted, pushed the dog away.  "Fuckin horny
bastards!" he mumbled noticing her cowering in the corner.  "This
is the source of my problems," he said motioning to the to the
cage he put the dog into.  "She's an English Bull dog and I'm
waiting for the stud dog tomorrow.  Damn thing's gunna cost me
$500 but it'll be worth it `cause each of them pups will fetch me
a grand."

"I want to go home; I don't really care about your stupid dogs!"

"You should care, `cause you're gunna help me."

"Help you?  How?" she asked lifting her head from her knees.

"I can't control my dogs when one of my bitches is in heat.  They
fight, bark and get as rowdy as hell.  Can't blame them much,
though, `cause I get that way sometimes when I ain't had no pussy
for a while," he smiled his gap-tooth grin.  "That's where you
come in."  She looked up at him confused.  "You're gunna keep my
boys happy `til Francine gets outta heat."

"WHAT?  You're not serious I hope!"

"Yep, sure am.  She's almost done with it so it shouldn't be more
than a few days.  That is `til one of my other bitches start," he
snickered.  "With eighteen bitches, it seems like on or two's in
heat every other week."

"I'm *NOT* doing what you're suggesting I do so you can forget
it!"

"Yes you are rather you like it or not."

"Fuck you!" she yelled out as loudly as possible, feeling her
throat burning from over use the night before.

"I don't plan on it, but I know plenty who will.  I told all your
new friends last night they could come visit you any time they
want.  Just cost `em the price of a coffee.  Starbucks, not
7-Eleven."

"You're crazy if you think I'm going anywhere near your dogs!" 
Grinning, he reached for the long metal pole from the drawer next
to the cages.

"Ever see one of these before?  It's a cattle prod and I find
them to be very effective in getting what I want done.  It gives
a really strong shock when you touch these tips right here, see?
It ain't strong enough to kill you, but it's enough to cause a
lotta pain.  I shocked myself just to test it and let me tell you
what.  That ain't gunna happen again."

"You can threaten me all you want, I'm not doing it!"

"You will, I promise it.  We can do this the easy way or the hard
way, your choice.  Easy way is you do what I say and I treat you
better and even give you a blanket to sleep on.  I know that
metal wire hurts after a while.  The hard way is I shove this rod
inside your pussy and shock the fuck outta you, literally."

"You wouldn't do that!"

With a light chuckle, he stuck the rod through the cage,
contacting her side, sending a high-voltage shock directly into
her.  She jerked, scrapping her back along the cage and hitting
her head on the four-foot high cage before crashing back down,
grabbing her side.

"GOD DAMN IT THAT HURT!" She screamed turning away from him.

"That was a small shock for only a second.  Wait `til you get a
bigger one for longer.  You'll piss all over yourself, believe
me."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I already told you.  I own you and can do whatever the fuck I
wanna do with you and right now, I want you to take care of my
boys.  Show them a good time like you did with all those bums
last night," he said walking away.  The two Pitt Bulls were
circling the cages, trying to get at the dog next to her.

The two dogs became more aggressive toward each other, growling
and barking, taking sharp bites at each other making her worried.
 One jumped on top of the cage again, walking across hers to the
other cage with the Bull dog.  Looking up she could see the
slender pink cock jutting from the hairy sheath dripping drops of
fluid into her cage.  She moved aside to avoid it.

"GET DOWN!" she heard Larry's voice ringing out as he drew
closer, holding back another dog by a leash.  The dog on the cage
jumped down, but didn't move far.  "This is Cody," he said
allowing the dog to stick his nose into her cage.  "He's my top
stud and will be going first.  It only seems fair, right?"

"I'm not doing it." she mumbled.  "No matter what you do to me."

"You'll need to earn your keep so you best be gettin' used to it.
 If you wanna eat and drink, you gotta work for it and your job
right now is keepin' my boys happy.  A happy dog makes me more
money."

"You'll change your mind," he said unlocking the cage.  "Here you
go, boy, I got you a new bitch to play with."

Lynn curled herself into the corner and thankfully the dog was
more interested in the one in heat and not her.  Larry went
around behind her, sending another jolt throughout her body.  "Go
get friendly with him, I ain't got all day!"  Refusing to move,
she received two more shocks, each a little stronger and a little
longer before she crawled closer to the dog.  She swallowed hard
seeing the wet, headless pink cock protruding from under his
belly.  "Go on, get into position.  I'm sure you've fucked doggy
style before!" he commanded, giving her one more shock.

She collapsed onto her stomach, lying there crying as he kept
yelling at her to move onto her legs.  Seeing the rod coming
toward her, she raised her head.

"Stop, please, I'll do it, just don't shock me any more..." she
moaned, pushing her chest up on shaking arms.  Her legs were
pulled under her and she put her chest to the cold, metal grid
below.  For the first time the dog began paying attention to her
as his wet nose touched her tender butt cheeks.  A quick flick of
his tongue along her pussy sent a chill down her spine.

"Go on, boy, mount your bitch," Larry said reaching for a video
camera.  "I got a few guys who will pay pretty good money for a
movie of this," he informed her squatting down to zoom in on her
face.  The dog's front claws scratched at her back as he tried to
get on top of her.  His hind legs kept thrusting like a sewing
machine, attempting to find her hole, but missing every time. 
"Guide him in, bitch," Larry ordered, pointing the camera to
their union.

"Please, don't make me do this," she whined, tears rolling down
her face.

"Take his cock and guide it to your pussy or you'll be getting
another one of these," he said tapping the metal rod between the
bars.

Sobbing, she reached between her legs, grasping for the swaying
object she desperately didn't not want to be touching.  Feeling
the slimy, hot tube, she pointed it toward her tender pussy,
holding it firmly as the tip came into contact with her hole. 
One strong thrust from the dog sent it inside of her with a
grunt.

"Oh God," she muttered turning to see the flashing red light on
the camera pointed at her.

***

"Damn, there's a lotta nigga here!" Deon exclaimed stepping
through the back gate.  Every where possible there were a guy
standing or sitting and a large crowd had gathered around two
locations at the pool.  He could only guess why.  As he walked
closer, a few in the crowd that didn't know who he was started to
back away, ready to make a run for it if needed.

"Alright motha-fuckas, give the sluts a rest!" he called out
moving to the closest crowd and seeing Nicole sprawled out on top
of some young brother with his cock in her pussy and someone else
behind her fucking her ass.  Her eyes were closed and she looked
exhausted and worn.  "Come on, get offa her.  I got somethin' I
want to show you guys."

"What is it? Grant asked stepping next to him.

"A little show.  I'm sure you'll want to see this so just give
them a break.  He waited until the four guys having sex with her
backed away, rolling her onto her back.  He shook his head.  She
looked like hell.

"Get offa the bitch," he called out moving closer to Renee and
the men simultaneously fucking her.  Deon wasn't sure how, but
she was able to get two cocks into her pussy at the same time. 
Now that was impressive.

"What's going on?" James asked holding the handcuffed Cal by the
arm.  He was feeling greatly outnumbered and in the extreme
minority.

"We know what happens to a bitch when she's in the car with a
guy, but what do you think will happen with two whores?"

"Two girls?" James asked.  "I never thought much about it, but
I'll bet it will be interesting."

"That's what I'm thinking.  Let's call it a little experiment. 
Bring our suspect with you and have someone bring the sluts into
the garage.  I'll pull the car inside.  "Everyone, follow my
partner!" he yelled out to the grunts and moans of several guys.

Cutting through the house, he looked for the keys but they
weren't any place to be found.  Checking the car, he saw them
still in the ignition.  He smiled.  "Lucky for us no one stole
this baby."  Pulling it into the garage, he exited with a raging
hard-on just sitting in it for the short drive.

"Alright, put Nicole into the driver's seat and Renee in the
passenger," he said pulling Calvin to the front of the car.  "You
get a ringside seat."

It wasn't long before the unconscious girls began to stir, their
breathing growing shallow and fast.  Perspiration formed on their
faces and all four nipples began to stiffen at the same time.
Nicole was the first to move as her hand went to her sister's
left nipple.  Sliding closer, she brought her face to it, sucking
it into her mouth.  Renee's hand went behind Nicole's head,
pulling her closer to her teat.  Sighs could be heard from the
car as the guys moved closer.

At once the seats reclined, bringing the girls backward to the
cheers of the guys watching.  Nicole's mouth began kissing and
licking both of her sister's nipples, moving lower, leaving a
snails trail down her stomach to her navel.  Briefly inserting
her tongue into the small hole, she kissed it hard before moving
lower, making her way to the swollen, hairless region.  Renee
sighed softly as the tongue reached her sensitive bud.

"OH HELL YEA!" a voice called out to Cal's horror.  He couldn't
believe what he was witnessing.  His own daughters?  It was
disgusting, yet arousing at the same time.  Not wanting to watch,
he struggled to look away, only to return his stare.

Renee's hand caressed her sister's back, reaching for her much
larger breasts to fondle them.  The sounds of sex filled the car
as each groaned and moaned from the pleasure they were each
experiencing.

"Hey, Deon, why don't we put Cal in there with them?" James
suggested.

"No, no, no!  You can't do that!" Cal argued, struggling against
the cuffs.

"I think it's a great idea, don't you guys?" he called out to the
crowd intensely involved in what the girls were doing to each
other.  "You think we should put daddy in the car with them? 
Give him a little fun before the rest of you tear their pussies
up?"

A few cheered, but most remained silent.  They were enjoying the
show too much to listen or care.

Cal struggled as three large black guys tugged at his clothes,
getting his shoes off and his pants partially off.  He fought
against them, hoping they'd come to their senses and leave him
alone.  Someone opened the door and Cal was shoved inside, naked
from the waist down.

The girls were crushed under him, but seeing a more desirable
mate, both began struggling to get to him.  Nicole was the first
to have her mouth around his cock as Renee reached out her hand,
grasping his sagging balls, rubbing her leaking pussy all over
his face.

He struggled not to be effected by the car, but wasn't strong
enough.  Slowly his erection grew, filling his daughter's mouth
as she fought to keep it inside of her throat.  She groaned,
sending vibrations along his shaft, ticking under the head.

His face became flooded as Renee moved her hips around, pouring
the contents of the morning all over him.  Being pinned under
her, he wasn't able to breathe and turned his head to keep the
deluge to a minimum.

"I want your cock in me," Nicole spoke, shifting her body around
to mount him.  He felt her hot, slick pussy absorbing his manhood
as if it was starving.  Fully impelling herself, she began
rocking back and forth, feeling the hardness banging against her
loosened walls like a pendulum.  Both grunted as she began
shifting her hip back and forth, keeping the length inside.

Cal reached for her breasts, squeezing them as Renee continued
smearing the gel oozing from her slit over his face.  Sitting up,
the girls were hunched down from the low roof as they pulled each
other closer, their tongues searching each others mouths.   Cal
could hardly breathe, but didn't fight against Renee as her
wetness slowly diminished.

"Damn, ain't nothing like keeping it in the family, uh James?"
Deon asked smirking.  Looking around he noticed several of the
guys with their cell phones out, taking pictures of what was
happening.  Hearing a car pulling into the driveway he smiled. 
"Looks like more company."

"When do we get to fuck them hoes again?" the man with the wide
ass and pot belly asked stepping up to Deon.

"You'll get your chance later."

"I wanna fuck `em *NOW*!"

"Back off, nigga, I said you'll get your chance."

"We were here first, Deon, let us go before this honky!"  Someone
suggested to a round of cheers.

"Alright, take the little one out and put her in the trunk.  That
will give you guys more room to fuck them."

"What do we do with their father?"

"Throw him in the pool for all I care," he said turning to leave
with James in fast pursuit.

"I wouldn't mind fucking one of them, Deon," he said catching him
by the garage door.

"We'll have time for that later.  Right now we've got things to
take care of."

Giving one last look toward the car, they saw two guys pulling
Cal from the car and dropping him at the doorway of the house
before descending on the girls like vultures.

"It's a shame we can't stay longer," he mumbled.

~ end of part 5

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