The Breeding Bench
I lead you into the room slowly my left arm encircled about your waiste my right hand holding one of yours,I grin as I watch you shiver and tremble slightly in the cool air as it caresses your mostly nude body,I mummer softly take a step my pet…my eyes drinking in your body from your pretty toes,up your long silken smooth dusky legs to your shaved bare and already dripping pussy.Your scent already filling the room as you take little catious steps.My eyes travel further up your body lingering on your taunt belly a small wicked smile crosses my face as I think of what will soon happen with your body …my eyes continue there climb up to your breasts …perfect in size shape and feel as I would judge them but you always felt they could be bigger…AS IF but as your Master I found a way to please us both …I lick my lips as I watch your nipples harden in the cool air begging to be played with to be rubbed sucked bit..chewed on and twisted…I lightly rub your lower back with my left hand as i continue to apply gentle but steady pressure leading you further into the room as my eyes go to your dark blue collar soft but thick around your neck with little metal loops sewn in to attach bindings or in this case a Golden piece of jewelry it simply states Beloved Pet…..finally I drink in the beauty of your face those lips your cute nose your long silken black hair …the blindfold hides your captivating eyes that can convae a myriad of emotions and feelings lust hunger need…..
You press closer against me and I delight in the feel of your warm naked body against mine …your nipple scraping across my chest as I lead you into the middle of the room I slow turn you around and bid you to gently start to sit down …looking behind you at my newest addition to the toys we have both come to love….Good pet I say as you start to sit down..you havent asked one question yet thou I know they are dying to spill form your lips ….your ass brushes against soft smooth leather as you finally find something to rest your perfect behind on..I push you back slightly and you realize ..your on something like a Bench thats padded about a foot wide.I step forward as you settle your weight on this item..I see a small frown cross your lips as you realize this is something new…to our playroom.You realzie this was most likely the reason for the blindfold,you are startled somewhat as I step between your legs, you feel the heat from my body so near yours …and you can smell my distinct scent you feel my hair lightly brush across your breasts as I kneel down my lips softly faintly brushing down your belly as my hands press oyur legs to either side of the bench….you hear a metallic clank and clinking sound as you feel a cool padded anklet snap closed around your left foot ……you shake slightly as you feel my hands slide down your right leg and quickly fasten that one as well..you experimentlly move your feet and realize you can move them only a couple inches either way..and the width of the Bench is now readily apparent…wide enough to support your body …but thin enough for your legs to dangle off either side…I chuckle softly as I lean in and slowly lick up your left leg ..enjoying the scent of your arousal as I get closer to your wet dripping pussy ……I playfully give it a couple quick licks ….loving how you twitch and moan yet struggling to control your body from thrusting your greedy needy pussy against my face….my hands work up your legs once more stroking caressing lightly scraping your skin till I reach your belly I gently press you backwards till you are laying down on this new padded bench..your head hanging off the other end for a moment before I grab your hips and pull you a couple more inches towards me …you feel my hard cock brush your inner thigh as I lean over your body ..checking to see if I need to pull you down a bit further so your head may rest on the pad…once more you realize the bench is just long enough that either your head would hang off or your ass would be just on the edge……."Drop your hands over the side my pet" I gently order you …as I move around you feel my cock brushing up your thigh and against your hip and belly before I pull back slightly once more you hear me move and something rattles and clinks …you surmise it must be wrist restraints before I click the padded cuff around your wrist ..I grin "almost done my sweet" I chuckle slightly as I quickly grab your other hand I bring it to my lips and slip your fingers one by one into my mouth lightly sucking on them before I lick your palm …placing my hard cock in your hand for a moment …….stroke me my pet ….work my cock that you make so hard every damn day I mummer as I lean forward my fingers playing around your nipples as your slick hand slides against my flexing throbbing meat…soon enough it gets even more slick as my precum oozing out onto your fingers you rub that around my head …as I slowly rock my hips forward ….my fingers playing with your taunt hard nipples..I pull away after a couple moments our breathing heavy in the air the scent of our arousal stronger in the room now as I grab your hand and gently press it to your lips I watch your wet pink tongue clean your fingers before I gently pull your hand away and down to the side…the last cuff clicking closed around it…
..I grin once more as I step back and lok down over you …hands and legs cuffed comfortably to the bottom legs of the bench,your body adjusted so your resting your full weight on it for a long long night of fun …I move slightly my cock rubbing over your face as you feel/sense me reach under the part of the bench your head is resting on..after a moment or so you feel this end of the bench lowering and lowering some more ..till your body is now at a slight angle with your hips looking like they are arched up ..I grin as Ipress my cock against your mouth .."have a taste baby I mummer,and I hope your comfortable.
I moan and grunt lightly as you do your best to lick my cock from this angle …your tongue working alone my shaft you feel me twitch and flex as you hit my sensitive spots,I step back slightly my cock leaving a trail of precum against your cheek as I start to speak …"So my pet are you ready to please and pleasure your Master…",…you quickly reply in the affirmative with empathic head nodding and I grin down at you "good my pet you remembered I havent given you permission to speak during this special little scene","and your agreed that your mouth"(I reach down and press my fingers against your lips ,watching as you quickly open your mouth and suck them in bathing them with your tongue as if they were my cock)..I pull my fingers slowly away and reach out with both hands gently caressing your breasts and nipples"your breasts"(I spend a few moments rolling and tugging your nipples ,your moans and whimpers music to my ears as you react to my touches,I move down your side my hands slipping once more across your belly between your legs to rub your swollen aroused pussy thats barely been touched since we entered the room"your hot greedy pussy"< i cant resist as the last words leave my mouth I lean down and slowly drag my tongue through your lips tasting your juices and eliciting a louder longer moan from you as my tongue swipes across your hard neglected clit."And finally your ass,all belong to me right my little Beloved pet?,you are mine body and soul,You want to please your Master that is your only concern isnt it my darling I mummer as I lean over your body and whisper in your ear,You may answer me my lover".my fingers start to rub and play with your pussy lightly tracing your wet folds and dipping into your hole…as my thumb softly brushes back and forth across your clit.
You softly reply"Yes My Master" in-between gasps "Do you still want larger breasts my sexy naughty little cock slave…knowing I find yours perfect as they are…."I wait for your answer knowing your about to seal your own fate and please me greatly in doing it.You hesitantly reply "Yyyes…I still do"and I smile as I wonder if you know where I am going to go with this I grunt in satisfaction as I hear your expected reply …."good good My dear well I want you to get to know your new friend my pet as we will be using it quiet often the next little while"I take a quick step towards your head and I gently lean down and lift your blindfold away…you blink your eyes as you adjust yourself to the light and quickly gasp as you look up and see a mirror hanging from the ceiling showing off your trussed up and naked body manacled to this bench thats still tilted at an odd angle.
I grin widely as I spread my arms…"meet our newest toy…The Breeding Bench" YOU can feel the capital letters in each word as I speak them and a delightful shiver runs through your body as you realize Your Master is going to make the Ultimate claim on your body….I nod my head and rob my hands together before reaching down and fisting my hard drooling cock "you have made me so happy my pet" I step over between your legs my cock resting against your hot wet slit …"Im gonna knock you up Im gonna fuck you full of cum and Breed your sexy little slut body …and when your belly starts to show im gonna suck your milk filled breasts and feast on your sweetness ..I press my cock into you slowly…..You are just gonna love it I exclaim!!! as I start to slowly feed my cock in and out of your slick pussy….I gently rub your clit in-time with my thrusts as I work my cock slowly in and out of you ….listening to you wimper and moan watching your thighs tighten up and relax as your arousal and excitement climbs with my own…I pinch your clit as I feel my cock explode shooting thick virile ropes of cum deep into your womb…..and you finally realize why the bench is at such an odd angle..none of that ever so important cum will be leaking out infact it will be working its way deeper into you….I lean down over you and kiss your lips …rest for the moment lover..I am not done with you just yet tonight …..
‘Hey babe, be home soon can’t wait to see you’ it was from Tori, and then something in me exploded, I instantly got hard thinking about what I could do to her today. I raced into the bedroom and grabbed the flower petals I was saving and sprinkled them all across the floor in a kind of, follow the path, to the bathroom. I placed a not on the door….
Tori arrived to a note on the door, she read it “ Follow the rose petals to your destination”. she walked in and started shedding her clothes, she made her way to the bathroom where it was dark. She turned the lights on to see another note, “Get naked Baby”. She smiled and giggled a little as she did as the note said. She stripped naked looking around the shower to see another clue. She heard footsteps behind her. That’s when a familiar tight grip forced her against the cool walls of the bathroom… His lips pressed against her neck kissing gently as he slid down to her collar where he bit her just hard enough for her to let out a light purr… “Oh Jethro” she moaned out “My are we feeling feisty”… His hands spun her around forcing her back against the tile wall. His eyes had that sparkle in them she loved. He was feeling extremely cruel today she knew it.
He kissed her in a deep passionate way, making her melt in his arms. His hands held her up as his hands searched her body, one found her beautiful ass and the other her supple nipples. He rolled his fingers twisting her erect nipples. Alternating between them… She let out a sigh as her grabbed her sweet ass, and continued to kiss his love. She could feel his hard cock rise and get hard pressing up against her wet pussy lips. She loved kissing this close, he was barley an inch taller, so it was nice to feel his hard cock pushing up against her. Her hands went to go rub his thick hard cock. But her hands where grasped up only to be held behind her back.
He forced her to her knees in the bath tub. That’s when she say his golden stream, he began to go all over her chest covering her in his golden shower. The hot warm stream just flowed and flowed as her hands were allowed to lather her body as she bathed in the sweet nectar he let her have. She loved the feeling loved how it felt. She couldn’t help herself as she was being showered, light moans and purs rose out of her mouth as it rained on her. Once the last drop was given to her, she was slammed against the shower wall. He turned on the water and started to cover their bodies in the warm water of the shower. He forced her to shower.
As she was lathered up and getting cleaned off, He couldn’t help but smack her sweet little as she cleaned up and washed off. His hand smacking her sweet ass making it jiggle and bounce. Each time he seemed to add more power behind each slap. More strength, the slap became loader and more aggressive as it would push her towards the wall. Soon he slapped her so hard she did bounce off the wall. He grabbed her hard and forced her down, opening her mouth and shoving his cock deep down her throat letting her gag on it. The gag sounded good to him.
Her eyes teared up from the gag, she loved the feeling of his thick hard cock down her throat. He forced it down her throat again. This time longer making her gag twice before letting her breathe on her own. Her pussy was already wet from the shower and from everything else but this made her dripping wet with her own juices. She loved it, a hand reached down to play with her self as she continued to deep throat her lover. She loved just shoving it deep down her throat and seeing how long she could hold it down there. Her hand was swatted away, “Only I can touch you there, now worship this cock”, he said shutting the water off and taking her by the hand…
He walked her into their bedroom, tossing her on the bed before locking her in handcuffs. He laid down on their bed and told her to 69 with her so he could eat her pussy as she sucked his. His thick cock went deep into her mouth as he thrust it deep in there as she sucked and stroked the best she could with her hands cuffed together. That’s when she felt is tongue glide gently across her pussy lips and flicker lightly on her clit. His teeth nibbled her clit ever so slightly as he went up and down her pussy. Her moans and purrs of ecstasy we barley able to come through with his thick cock being rammed deep down her throat, gagging her till she almost got sick on him. Giving her just enough time to breathe in-between each thrust she loved the torture. Gagging and having her pussy licked and teased by his tongue. That’s when he to get on his knees… She began to suck his cock as one hand slid a finger inside her pussy and the other hand slapped her ass. She began his cock getting warmer and warmer, that’s when he pulled his cock out, “Stroke it slow” he moaned as she slowing stroked it pressing his tip to her lips. Just then a massive amount of cum shout out across her lips and all over her face, a powerful load all over, then another, and another 3 giant streaks of hot warm cum spread across her face. She looked so good, as was so thank full she started sucking his cock again. He thrust it deep into her mouth holding it in just long enough to make her want to throw up. He pulled back last second before she had the urge to get sick. He grabbed a towel and cleaned her face off before he slapped her face, making her fall to the bed. He re-cuffed her to the bed and light a candle. Letting the hot wax melt, he tied her feet down and put a pillow under her ass.
He started kissing across her stomach to her nipples. His hand wandered down to her pussy where he rubbed her clit, and played with her pussy lips. Lightly spreading then with his finger, maybe ever so gently entering just a small little bit. His mouth and teeth, kissed and nibbled their way up to her chest and nipples. Kissing each one, twirling his tongue around it. Teasing her and forcing her to take what she could get from him. His teeth nibbled as soft or as hard as he saw fit, sometimes out right biting her nipple or breast. His finger, then shoved deep inside her slamming into her pussy as he bit her neck almost drawing blood. His finger, wiggled back and forth, using the ’come here’ motion hitting her G-spot, her body arched with the pain, moaning louder with each hitting of the g-spot, and as sudden as he started did he stop. He got up getting the hot candle, standing above her, drizzling it like a light rain. Choosing at random as rain drops hit her navel, right before her pussy, then back up her stomach, to her nipples covering her chest in an extremely hot wax on her nipples. He passed in between each breast and covered her nipples in the hot wax making sure to splatter the rest over her big breasts. Making sure not to miss her color bone either. The hot wax splashed onto her soft skin like rain but the heat made it stick to her body in a painful excitement.
When the candle had melted and he was hard again, he sat in between her wide open legs. She couldn’t move or resist. She was at his every whim. He slowly put in just the tip of his cock. Letting it linger in her, letting it just rest barley inside her dripping wet pussy. Then he inched it ever so slowly into her second by pain full second she waited as she could start to feel the form of his hard cock enter into her wet pussy. He started to pull back before he was half way inside her. “No baby” she begged as exited “No baby! Give him back!” she pleaded, as he pulled out a bullet and cranked it on high. Taping it to her clit, she shivered “Oh….. God damn baby” she said as he body arched. She could feel the tip of is cock enter back deep inside of her. This time he slide all the way into her. His hand rubbing out across her wax covered body. One hand on her throat, pinning her throat to the pillow as he slowly began to jive in and out of her. His hand just grasping her throat. His thick hard cock slide deep into her wet tight pussy with ease. She was so wet, he loved it. He grasped her jaw and threw her head away, as he thrust hard and deep into her. Slamming his cock as deep as it could go into her. That’s when he slapped her face. HE pulled out of her and then began to thrust hard and fast into her helpless body. Raping her and slapping her face back and forth. Alternating with each thrust he would fuck her as hard as he could, and then slow down and slap her ever few seconds.
Slapping her from side to side and punishing her for being a bad woman, taking advantage of her ties as he forces her head to one side, after slamming deep inside her, his K-9’s dig deep into her collar as he attempts to draw blood with his bite, as he fucks her like an animal. Slamming as hard as he can into her. That’s when he cuts her legs loose and forces her to roll over and take it like the animal she is. He grabs her hair and pulls he back as he slams his cock into her, slamming her and smacking it harder and harder each time. His cock ravages her pussy, slamming in and out, going as fast as he can fucking her as hard and as fast as he can.
“Oh God JETHRO” She moans out in pleasure moaning his name as she begins to cum again and again. Her pussy tightens around his cock and pulsates as she cums again and again from being taken advantage of. His free hand smacks her as hard as he can. Showing her he is in control until her grams some clamps and twists each nipple before applying them to her nipples.
“You like that you dirty slut?” he says slamming deep into her, “You love being punished for being a dirty little bitch don’t you”
“Punish my pussy baby Oh GOD don’t stop” she moans with new found pleasure of nipple clamps and a pussy being slammed, along with her hair being pulled back. His cock starts to stiffen even harder to an extreme heat, he is getting closer and closer to cumming with each thrust. He begins to feel like he is going to explode deep inside her till he twists her hair and forcing her to lay on her back. He grabs her feet and forces her to give him a foot job as the cum starts to come out as her feet slowly stroke his cock . The cum covers her feet, and her legs as he explodes all over her.
He undoes he shackles and forces her to suck his dick, shoving it deep into her mouth, in thanks for covering her face and feet, and giving her that pressure. HE takes off the bullet that’s been attached to her pussy. He pulls her hair making her choke on his cum covered cock. She licks up every last bit after she is let up from her choke… She kisses his cock one last time before she goes off to shower….
(an Assassin's Creed fan fiction)
NOTE : The plot and characters are baeed upon the game Assassin's Creed : Brotherhood. For folks familiar with the franchise, this plot is placed in the mission "Castello Crasher" and occurs as Ezio sits on a ledge near the top of the tower, observing Lucrezia and Cesare share an intimate moment. The guard who comes later is not part of the actual game.
For those unfamiliar, the plot is based in a ficitonal Renaissance Rome ruled by a family called the Borgia, to which both Cesare and Lucrezia belong [they're brother and sister but have an affair going on]. Ezio is an assassin who saw his father, brother and then uncle killed by the Borgia,and he's in Rome to get rid of these villians. Caterina Sforza is the ruler of a Forli, who was captured in a surprise attack on Monteriggio, Ezio's erstwhile home. She shares an amorous relationship with Ezio and a bitter dislike for the privations she suffered at the hands of Lucrezia after she was captured.
As with any fanfiction, gamers will find too few details while the general reader will find too many details which are alien to him. The author requests both to add/ignore details as convenient. However apologies are made in advance for wrong details or inconsistent ones, they may be kindly pointed out in comments/mail. )
He watched from the ledge, like the eagle that had been circling the tower he wanted to enter, as if showing him the way in, where the solution to all his problems (or solutions) stood, unaware that he was so close to them, unaware that he was even alive. Yes, he was like the eagle. Only difference was, he was human,he was stealthier, and he would be feared, soon.
The meeting which he was watching was getting intimate now, the female running her hands seductively over the famed armor of the male, the male promising to make her the queen of Italia. Italia indeed! Cesare, the self centred leader of the Papal (and for political purposes, Borgia) was too wily a creature to be held by a woman, even if she was Lucrezia Borgia, daughter of the most haughty Pope ever to disgrace the Holy See, who had made his daughter a female mirror of himself, his chains of deceit translated into feminine lace, softer yet as effective. But she'd fail here.
Not that the Assassino was concerned. He was here to kill the male, responsible for the death of his uncle and loss of Monteriggio, who currently held his ally-cum-lover Caterina Sforza captive. it would be a revenge as political as personal, and he would savour both. As much as his Creed allowed him to. He would then have to head back, complete rebuilding the brotherhood and ensure a better situation for the Assassins vis a vis the Templars, or as Roma knew them, Borgia. As for the female, Caterina would deal with her.
These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a kiss, short but passionate, between the two people Assassino Ezio Auditore da Firenze hated the most. If it evoked any feelings in him to see his rivals profess love, he showed none. Hunched like the eagle over the ledge, his mind was already knitting together the sequence of ledges, projections and what not that'd aid his ascent to the top of the tower. His senses keenly sought out the dangers as they took rounds below him, looked idly outwards from the ramparts or kissed passionately barely two metres from where he was. He was aware of it all, and he realized that it was time to move. the meeting was ending.
As Lucrezia looked on forlonly, Cesare was saying " I must leave immediately for Urbino." Urbino ? NO! He must not miss his chance to take down the lynchpin of Borgia designs, not when he was this close. Not when….but Cesare was already leaving, his figure receding into the darkness leaving Lucrezia alone, her expression changing as Cesare left. She was probably already wondering if her lover the playwright would be on time. But Cesare! He was heading out of the gate, flanked by guards. it was too high for him to assassinate from mid air,and a fall would mean instant death, even if it had been the legendary Altair. He was gone. The chance was gone. THe Pope was already out, and now Cesare. A heavy sigh escaped the Assasin, his features showing a rare emotion, disappointment. "machiavelli would be very disappointed".
But Auditore was not trained to dwell on disappointment. His mind had already decided to head for the only remaining target, the least of the three, Lucrezia. It may help to free Caterina, whose name, though Ezio was loath to admit it, made his heart skip a beat. No, he must concentrate. Larger things than a woman were at stake here. Looking towards the next ledge, he calculated the distance in a millisecond, and jumped!
The Borgia guard at the bottom of the tower yawned, wondering why the day was so boring. He was required to be at duty in the Princess' chambers soon, a duty all the more tedious because it entailed service more fit of a maidservant than a soldier. And to think on such a fine day too, the sky so blue. As he looked up, he saw a slight movement, as if someone had jumped out of sight high on the tower wall. He looked again. Nothing! He must be hallucinating. Sighing, he set off for the change of guard, little knowing what the day had in store for him.
The Borgia guard at the top of the tower also yawned, envying the guards at the bottom of the tower, who atleast could have a chat or two when they felt like it. But being a crossbowman, his task was to stroll on hot rafters, and for all purposes, he felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. yet suddenly his attention was riveted to a movement just below the edge of the roof, and he could swear he saw a hand move. Was the sun doing tricks ? Cursing the proverb 'curiosity kills the cat' he looked carefully down where the hand had been. The guard at the bottom had just entered the tower when he heard a loud thud ? Or did he ? He couldn't trust himself any longer. Cursing the ills of Borgia duty, he headed upstairs.
Even as he was heading upstairs, his comrade the second guard on the roof was startled to see a guard missing. It wasn't like him to skip duty, even for quenching his thirst, and on the day Cesare was leaving…..A shadow crossed his path, followed by a sharp pain. The last thing he saw was his red tunic grow redder still, with his own blood. Another thud on the ground.
The Assassino now stood on the roof of the tower, looking at the private quarters of Lucrezia, supposedly at the very safest of the Castello d'Sant Angelo's abodes. And now he was going to render all those defences useless : he was going in.
A couple more thuds and groans later, he had sighted his target, talking contentedly to the her highly enamoured lover in waiting, the playwright. Currently he was professing his love in the most florid terms Renaissance Italy had to offer, but Ezio could tell that Lucrezia was distracted, her narrow eyes glancing furtively at where the guard, the very same who'd been yawning at the bottom, stood in attention. She was relieved, somehow even the Castello didn't feel safe without the two men in her life (the florid handbag of a playright aside) being there.
Presently the lover also sensed her distracted state, and became aware of a strange silence, one in which he wasn't exactly familiar. Yet he, having risen from a background far inferior to Lucrezia's, was aware things that only happened in the ghettoes of Roma, and he didn't feel at ease anymore.
Ezio watched the two dispassionately, wondering if he needed to take the poor playwright captive as well. Did he need to kill the guard ? He never killed more than the bare minimum neccessary. He was no sadist, he was a professional. Seeing things move too slowly, he decided to move anyway as the lover was entering into a stammering farewell oration.
Roof's edge to window ledge. Ledge to lamp stand. Lamp stand to ivy covered ledge, from there to another window ledge. The playwright was leaving hastily, the guard following him out. Ledge to another stand, to ivy covered ledge, lower and lower. Lucrezia had taken to moving to and fro in her little courtyard, chanting "He loves me, he loves me not" sadly, it was no talisman against the Assassino.
"By all means carry on. I didn't mean to disturb.."
Her face went white, her many ringed fingers clasping her throbbing chest as she beheld one she'd known to be vanquished likely dead, in Monteriggio. Hadn't she herself seen him get shot ? How…
Though she inadvertently spluttered her surprise, Ezio showed no intent of explaining his return, instead asking plainly if she'd cooperate in liberating a certain lady of birth who was being (likely) treated in a way demeaning to her dignity. Realizing what his objectives were, she made the split second decision to resist. "Guards!"
Her shrill voice brought out five guards, even as the desperate woman headed into the innermost of the gardens. Ezio had expected no less. As always, his mind chose from the wide array of weapons. Even as they rushed in, he climbed a ledge and nailed one hapless guard to the fence with his crossbow. The next moment he'd leaped amidst them, too close to one. Close enough to impale him with his hidden blade. two down three to go.
The three however were not mere spectators, yet two had foolishly chosen heavy weapons. They now charged in unison, and managed to hit the same spot of Assasin evacuated ground. One of them was too slow to turn around, and felt the short blade slice his abdomen, sending him crashing into the other. This only helped the Assasin take him down as he tried to regain his balance, a well aimed strike to the face coloring his visage red. The last one had been making ineffective strikes with his short blade, managing to get only a scratch in for his efforts. He now jumped away as the Assassin tried to strike. and again. This gave him hope that perhaps he could get the better of Ezio after all. He struck- thin air. And felt the dreaded blade pierce his midsection, emerging in a fountain of blood through his light armor. Five down, what a waste of time, thought Ezio.
He now hastened to where Lucrezia was cowering. She was no stranger to bloodshed, enjoying the Papal executions as much as her father did. As much as Cesare did. Cesare! If only he were here. She screamed "Guards" again, her hope fading as only two responded this time, one of them making it only halfway before being taken down by a throwing knife. Only one guard left ?
This poor soul, however, was the very same who'd gone to see off the playwright, and had now returned to find his comrades embracing the cold ground as their precious charge cowered before a blade wielding hooded figure. His heart in his mouth, he tried to make a charge at the man, hoping something would give. A second later he found himself stopped by a kick, spun around and held captive with a seven inch blade at his ill defended throat.
Lucrezia had by now tried to conjure up atleast ten more guards with her cries, the capture of her last hope coiciding with a gasp for breath. Seeing further use of vocal faculties for bringing Borgia guards useless, she took to cursing and spitting at the dangerous figure before her, who held the struggling figure of the guard, which made him look all the more terrifying.
Ezio, aware yet unconcerned by these developments was currently surveying the outer garden for signs of life. As they wold be inevitably hostile, it was better to be prepared. He knew he had to take Lucrezia into captivity, the guard being just a makeshift arrangement. Having captured him, he was loath to kill him, knowing he was just a man doing what he was paid for. Infact….
Ezio had been observing the woman half cowering half spitting at him, and every inch of her frame made him loathe her. Here was the woman who had looked on haughtily behind Cesare at the destruction of the innocent town of Monterrigio, while Mario, his uncle, lay wounded at their feet. She had laughed at the poor man's struggles to get up, calling him all sorts of demeaning words, ensuring it was all he heard before dying at the feet of his enemy.
It was she who had dragged the lovely Caterina like a slave out of her carriage, had humiliated her in front of the bridge leading to the Castello, had slapped and hurt her when she cried defiance. Treated her like scum, when it was she who was scum, worse than scum. She with her haughtiness, her ideas about her social status, how she was born to be revered and hallowed, how she was holier than the Pope himself. she who had no heart, who played double games for her own aggrandizement, she who'd always been the consort of his arch enemy and mimicked him like only a creature as heartless and cruel could.
Ezio, for all his training, could not forget what he'd seen, felt and known. He could not stop hating her, and now, when she was in his power, it dawned upon him, his analysis unclouded by his anger, that a degraded, humiliated Lucrezia could hardly be Cesare's choice. He only took the best, and Ezio would ensure he would not choose her.
Seeing that things had calmed for the moment, he decided that Caterina could wait a few moments more, while he began Lucrezia's defeat. Disarming the guard completely, he threw him away, and replaced his throat for the well decorated one of Lucrezia, getting a few more insults for his effort. He was surprised at how soft she felt against him, her lovely curves, now available to him for less than the cheapest whore in Roma, more than making up for her steely gaze and her loud mouth. And even that could be fixed.
He motioned the trembling guard to come closer, his eyes again screening the area for potential threats. Seeing none but the eagle now observing them intently from a ledge previously occupied by the Assassin, he kicked her in the knee, making her buckle and fall to her knees, her mouth continuing its filth excretion unabated. Never mind, it'd end soon enough. Bending down himself, he whispered into her ear "Do you really miss Cesare ?"
Confusion clouded her face, the allusion to her love life clearly out of place in the environment. What did he mean ? Surely he wouldn't do something as mean as reporting her dalliance with the playwright to the general. And what if he did ? Already some guards knew,one had even tried to take advantage of it, and suffered. The playwright would be missed once Cesare was done with him, but then what could be done ?
But again, what did the Assassin want ? did he….? The thought of being brutally raped by her enemy made her heart skip several beats, it not being possible for her circulating organ to beat any faster. Could she survive such disgrace ? such dishonour ? But then again, hadn't she slept with four men already ? Didn't Cesare know it already ? As long as word didn't get out who the fifth was,she was safe. And Ezio was of the same social station (as she reluctantly admitted to herself) as she. Plus, being raped by the enemy was peculiarly arousing….but her was speaking again.
"You do miss Cesare. Perhaps you could make do with a replacement. One of his men ?"
Did she hear that right ? One of his men ? Meaning, in the immediate vicinity, this guard ? This filthy low class scum ? Could he be serious ? Could he really contemplate giving her when he could sample her charms himself. She would willingly give herself, if the alternative was this! she would pleasure him all night, make him wish he didn't know Caterina, or Cristina, or any woman or that matter. But no! He was beckoning to the guard, and the poor man complying.
For a brief moment she believed that the guard of her lover would never violate her. Did they not take an oath to protect their master ? was she not an extension of that, regardless of her affairs ? Could he have the guts to…. It turned out his guts didn't matter. "You know what you've to do putata, do it. "
"No!" the sound of her voice did nothing to reassure her. She of such high standing, of such lofty status, do "it" to a petty guard ? Never! her heart skipped another beat as she felt the blade press against her skin, the Assassin's fine measurement ensuring it touched but did not cut, yet. She dared not use her tonsils anymore, for fear of cutting herself. Yet she remained adamant, pretending to prefer death to dishonor. Closer still, the blade beginning to tear into her dermis, the movements of her throat muscles restricted now, making her want to puke. The voice in her head was no weaker, almost pleading with her (and silently with the Assassin) not to humiliate her so. The blade cut.
Ever so sligthly but it cut. She felt a trickle of blood flow down into her dress, and her resistance drain along with it. She didn't want to die, life was too good for it. She had gotten everything, and believed she would continue getting it even if she did "it" for the man. Her eyes were openly tearing up now, and the first teardrop appeared to signal her acquiescence.
A hand covered with silk and lace, inticately woven and costing thousand times the guard's wage, reached out to the pantaloons before her. A signal from Ezio prevented him from stopping his charge's self degradation. She had no option but to grab the dusty fabric, slowly undoing the bonds that held it, her mind screaming at her to stop, the blade making her obey someone else's will.
The pantaloons came off, and revealed a loose undergarment,stained and apparently never having met the cleaners. Had she known, it was cleaned regularly, but her ideas of cleanliness were what a hundred of the guard's female counterparts did every morning to her dresses. Now the sleeve of that well cleaned dress met the poor man's ideal of cleanliness, and began to fumble with it, her hands by now trembling too much to work properly.
Was she really doing it ? Was Lucrezia Borgia really going to….Her hands moved on their own now, revealing the dick, 6 and half inches and modestly thick, to her gaze. As if in a trance, she held the pink organ in her white hand, her well manicured fingers holding something which had only met the coarse hands of the cheap whores. And they encircled it, enjoying the girth of the organ. She had to admit, Cesare was smaller, and the playwright was only 6. This was bigger ,and in any other circumstances she'd have enjoyed playing with a bigger prick.
Except the incessant pricking of her status in her mind, which now elicited from her mouth a sob as she firmly wrapped the fingers around the organ. As if by a magic unknown, it began to lengthen still further, becoming 7" before her awestruck gaze. Her hand began to slowly stroke it, feeling the steely hardness of the organ in her hand. Did she want to suck it ?, asked a voice in her ear. In a daze, she said "Yes!"
The guard stared in awe as the fair fingers began to journey up and down his member . Fingers which had never consented to touch his even when he was giving something to her were now doing what a whore would do for a couple for florins. As the fingers moved up and down his dick, he began to entertain thoughts about her which he'd never have dared to think of as an obedient soldier. After all the sexy figure of the woman was plain enough in the less than modest dresses she wore (and once she'd dressed like a whore for Cesare's birthday). And now with the Assassino deciding things, he might as well enjoy himself. Who will know who raped her, and he doubted a woman of such status would admit to being raped by a common soldier. Relaxing a little at this thought, he watched with mounting pleasure the Princess going about her work.
Yet eventually the man could not control himself, he had to have that beautiful head on his cock. Looking at the assassin for some signal and finding none, he began to get bolder. Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, he roughly pulled her closer. She involuntarily let out a gasp which attracted the Assassin's attentio. Smiling he nodded, helping the cause by poking the woman in her shapely derriere with his boot, causing her to jump and yelp at the same time. Distracted as she was, the man used this opportunity to push the cock against her lovely lips. Surprised, she gagged in reflex, only to have Ezio land a hard kick on her ass, making the imprint of his boot on her backside and allowing the guard to push in further. As fresh tears flowed from her reddened eyes, he impaled her fully on his dick, her eyes widening as it pushed into her throat and constricted her passage.
In vain did she try to shake her head, to plead with her hands and tears (which were by now watering the black garden above the pole) , as the guard held her there for a full minute, gathering the courage to tell her to breathe through her nose if it was possible. She tried her best, but having never been abused such, even by Cesare, she found the going increasingly tough, and her face started reddening from the exertion. The guard however was in bliss, a bliss only one who was being served so by one he'd served all his adult life could have. Seeing her staring up at him, her eyes pleading with him to let her go, to let her breathe, even as her red lips curled seductively around his meat, was a sight he'd give a year's salary for. While holding her firmly in place, he ran rough fingers through her silky hair, pausing every second moment to stop her from pulling out by gripping and pulling her hair. She wasn't the youngest he'd had got a blowjob from, but she was by far the most beautiful to him. Stroking her hair, cheeks , as she desperately sought freedom made him feel powerful like never before. Almost as if he owned the slut.
Ezio, so far not very involved beyond the backdoor encouragement to Lucrezia, watched in amusement as she shook and convulsed on his pole, desperate for air. Deciding that she'd had enough, he signalled to the guard to release her head, and Lucrezia collapsed on the floor in a heap,gasping and crying. Ezio however,wasn't going to let her go so easily. Poking her blonde mane with his toe, he forced her to get up again and look at him. Gone were the arrogant looks and the sly demeanour, the rude and cruel words. Here was a woman who'd just realized she'd been violated, orally but violated all the same, by a man she'd considered her servant, slave even, at the behest of her enemy. And from the look of things, there would be no respite.
The guard, getting a nod from Ezio, grabbed the woman by her hair again, and dragged her to her position again, this time pushing in with ease and holding only a little while before pulling out his cock coated with saliva. And in he pushed again, the force of the thrust making her gag again, but now he was trying to get into a rythm. Within a second it was in again,and she had the privilege of seeing only his cock move in and out of focus. She was having trouble accomodating him, her tender cheeks and poor tongue being rubbed raw by the increasing speed of the assault.
The guard was by this time on his way to climax. He'd almost cum at the feeling of her soft warm mouth on his dick ,the mouth that kissed his commander, now servicing his cock. Now with the assault in full swing, he was feeling like he was in another dimension, where princesses sucked off soldiers, and the combined feelilng was driving over the edge. For Lucrezia however, it was no respite. Ever since she'd first taken him in, her mind had shut down at the sheer degradation of the act, and the increasing pace had forced her into a automaton mode where she appeared to only think of how to suck him well, so that Ezio left her as early as possible. For some reason she found this comforting, involuntarily giving herself up to be abused, the mental resistance dulled then broken by the concerns of breathing.
And suddenly he pulled out, holding his dick over her face as the pole spewed white fluid on a red face, coating her hair, eyebrows and cheeks with the hot liquid. To the man it seemed forever, the jizz descending like showers from his cock,completing his conquest. He had taken her, had raped her, and felt as if he was now the equal of Cesare himself. Sighing in contentment he dried his cock in her hair and withdrew. Ezio too had been amused by the way the guard chose to end his abuse, and loved the look of horror and disbelief in her face as she got the first on her knees facial in her life. As her mind was freed from the bare necessities of survival, the full force of the act hit,and she covered her face in her hands, crying. But he had one last thing to get. Grabbing her forcefully, he asked her where Caterina was kept and where was the key. Both were supplied by the shell shocked woman in a daze.
Yet Ezio didn't have an eternity to enjoy the scene. Although guard shifts in the city changed at dawn and evening, he presumed the ones in the city changed much faster. Getting the details of the shifts from the man, he allowed him to leave (as a reward for raping Lucrezia Borgia), seeing full well that the man was more likely to flee the castle than report anything. This done, he locked the woman in her apartments and headed downstairs. As he presumed, the guard shifts were just changing, leading to some unnecessary bloodshed. Within ten minutes of leaving Lucrezia, he had reached the area where Caterina was held prisoner, ahving ascertained the location from the guard and from the broken princess.
Two guards were patrolling the area, while the woman he loved appeared to be injured, groaning inside her small cell. The first guard had barely responded to a request from her for water when he felt his blood spill out. Five seconds later, the second guard, turning as he completed a round, met the same fate. Having checked for additional guards, he quickly unlocked the gate, and Caterina, who was trying to get to him, promptly collapsed on him.
An inquiry led him to learn that just after Cesare left, she had visited her captive and had shown the partiality of whacking her repeatedly with a wooden bat on her legs and thigh. Caterina suspected something was broken, and asked him to carry her. This he did, and was on the way down the stairs when she asked him where Lucrezia was, she'd have liked to say goodbye to her . Ezio, not knowing how she'd react to his act , simply told her he'd locked her in her quarters. This seemed to make her happy, for she immediately asked him to take her there.
Ezio wasn't so sure. His instincts told him that exit would not be easy as day gave way to night, with an injured charge such as her. They'd have to leave via the main gate, almost making a pageant of what was supposed to be stealth mission, and he knew that guards were increased at night. Still she insited, and for a while they stood on the stairs, arguing. Yet as often happens, her insisting prevailed over his better sense, and he headed upstairs, hoping there would be no great price to pay for this indiscretion.
They found Lucrezia as they'd left her, with the only change being that she had somehow acquired a knife and was preparing to defend herself with it. Ezio, unlocking the gate, briefly contemplated asking Caterina to disarm the woman, before realizing that such an idea, normally quite feasible, was now impossible. So he had to put her down and headed towards her. It seemed Lucrezia wasn't sure what exactly to do with the knife, for she held it like a saber, her cum-enhanced features making her look exceedingly like a hag. Seeing him approach, she finally moved.
But like all others, far too late. A vice like grip on her wrist disarmed her instantly while a slap made her give up all thought of resistance. Howling, she fell to the ground again,as if he'd hit her with a cudgel. Having neutralized this threat, the Assassin picked up Caterina and placed her beside her ex tormentor. and stepped back.
For a moment the two women looked at each other, one trembling even though it was the other who was injured. And then the latter began to spread the pain. Grabbing a handful of Lucrezia's hair, she yanked her head roughly towards her. Seeing the woman yelp made her smile, and she expressed her pleasure with two hard slaps on either cheek of the Borgia princess. Lucrezia made a belated attempt to fend her off, only to have her arms twisted, the other woman's equally fair digits digging into the flesh of the princess. Having conclusively lost the struggle, Lucrezia began to crawl away, only to be dragged back down by her hair. Her abortive escape attempt was then rewarded with punches on every inch of her breast and midsection that the injured mistress of Forli (i.e. Caterina) had access to.
Ezio watched all his with contentment animating his features. If there was anything that gave him more pleasure than humiliating her himself, it was seeing vengeance exacted thus by Caterina, and knowing he was the facilitator. If an Assassin was allowed any room for human feelings, (and he knew he was taking more than his share of them) he would have liked to remember that scene as one of poetic justice. But as it happened, he would remember it for a lot more.
Having reduced certain sections of her adversary's body to purple patches of the wrong sort, she looked at her rescuer, her hooded knight, with a look that clearly asked for him to participate. Assuming that he woul be loath to hurt a woman (she had no idea what he'd done earlier) she grabbed the daughter of the Pope by the ornate edge of her dress and dragged her towards him. Ezio, wondering what he was getting himself in, approached warily, his handsome features animated with uncertainty for the first time. Hesistantly he began "Caterina, it is getting late….."
Caterina put a finger to her lips, and pulled him closer, such that he was in the same position the guard had been in, with the much abused Princess before him. "I think she needs to give us a parting gift for the problems she's caused us." Problems was an understatement, but Ezio was more worried about the gift.
Suddenly, Lucrezia made an attempt to move away,as if the long dormant self respect had risen again to protest a second round of defilement. Caterina would have none of it. Grabbing her golden locks, she slammed her head hard into Ezio's midesection, knowing his armor would ensure only she was hurt. ALl that escaped Lucrezia's lips was a muffled cry, as she remained stuck to him, trembling and whimpering like the servants she'd ordered to be caned for minor mistakes.
"You called me the she-whore of Forli did you not ? Who's the whore now ? " hissed Caterina.
If Lucrezia wanted to say anything, she was not given the chance, for Caterina now grabbed her chin and forced two fingers into her mouth, sliding them in and out as tears began to flow freely down the victim's cheeks. Having "examined" her in this manner, she wiped her fingers on her bodice. Patting her cheek, she said "You'll do I think. Now begin."
Notwithstanding the thoughts she'd entertained at the time of giving a blowjob to the guard, she now found it extremely humiliating to give another blowjob, this time under the direct orders of her counterpart in the enemy's camp. If humiliation at the hands of Ezio had horrified her, this, by virtue of being meted out by a female, a female who'd been her captive and for all purposes her would be sex slave, unthinkably degrading. Hanging her head,she stared at the ground between Ezio's feet, until she felt another tug at her dress and her head was jerked up to his groin.With trembling fingers, she began to remove the clothing that covered his manhood.
The first touch of her feminine fingers sent electric shocks through Ezio. He had never anticipated getting sexual pleasure in what he considered to be a field of battle like any other. True, he'd gone astray with the guard, but that had a specific purpose to it, and this….. his pants were coming off, and then his underwear, exposing his nether regions to a coldness altogether new to him. It made his ball sacks smaller, and Caterina, realizing this, directed the cunt to begin with them. As Ezio fought urges to run, to stop proceedings and to continue, he saw her face framing his dick, which was becoming hard inspite of him. A ,moment later, he felt a soft wet touch on his ballsack, which had last felt a woman's touch in Monteriggio.
the tongue now began to work in earnest on his balls, licking in circlic patterns before moving to the other. The warm touch felt exotic in the cold, and served to make him harder, almost rock hard now. Lucrezia, knowing well what to do from the numerous men she'd been with, now began to pull the skin with her lips, sucking it in and licking it alternatively. For Ezio though, equally important was the sight of his enemy's lover degrading herself so, under the constant watch of his
I exchanged different mails with the Asian guy named Cheng to specify the details for the weekend, where Bena had to serve him willingly. He seemed some kind of successful business man with a huge house and a special cellar room. He wanted her to be clean shaven down her sluttish body and her pussy pumped up. He told me to get all sex toys from us to his place. So he received a big package of dildos of various sizes and shapes, whips, clamps, that huge traffic cone like plug, ropes, needles, chains, pussy pump, the enema bag, 50 g, 100g, 250g, 500g and 1 kg weights and some other stuff. Bena had to be delivered totally naked to his house in a suburban area. I was a bit nervous, because I wouldn’t have any control over her. He only made me an offer, that I’ll join him via webcam. He was transmitting everything to his paying friends in China. What he would earn and what he would do to her was totally up to him. I only gave him the rules not to damage her permanently of course.
So I delivered her on a Saturday morning at 9.30 am at his house. Bena wore a dog leash around her slim neck and I lead her out of our car. She was freezing and her hot perky nipples were stiff. I had put a 250 g weight on both her massive 3 inch pussy rings. That made her sluttish freshly pussy pumped pussy lips at least 3.5 inches longer. She had to walk in front of me to his house. He was already expecting us on the door. I handed her over and gave him the package of tools. I kissed her on her lips and her wonderful brown long shiny hair and said I would fetch her tomorrow evening at 6.00 pm. Cheng grabbed her firm sluttish a cup tits and massaged them hard. He slapped her ass cheeks and said: “well, thanks”. I left the scenery. I could clearly see fear and lust at the same time in her whore eyes. Last time she was left alone was when she worked as a prostitute. The result was that massive vulgar pussy rings through her fat sluttish cunt lips down there. What would come next she thought.
As I arrived at home I switched on my webcam and connected to his show. I could see my sluttish slave standing on a wall in a wonderful tight Japanese kind of rope bondage. Her arms were fixed behind her back. Her ridiculous small flat A cup tits were bound crisscross and stood out a bit. Her nipples were stiff and had clamps on it, connected with a chain. Her legs were fixed in a right angle with a bar around her ankles. Her beautiful long brown hair ended slightly above her puffy nipples. Her mouth was plugged with a dildo gag (in- and outside) around her head. Her head was lifted upwards a bit. It was a great piece of art. I had a hard one immediately. Bena suffered a bit and some spit was running down her slutmouth. In her eyes was pure lust and joy. He had some kind of vibrator on her shaven cunt and seemed to enjoy it. While he was doing her clit he fucked her with three fingers in her whore piss hole and licked her butthole. Bena loved that kind of torture and rolled her eyes. After three minutes she orgasmed the first time.
Cheng felt, that my slut could easily take more than three fingers and tried to push in his whole hand. Bena shrieked a bit because she wasn’t expecting that so quickly. But he managed it to push his hand directly in and fucked her more roughly. That slut of mine moved up and down on his fist and seemed to enjoy it again. Cheng added an 8 inch long and 2 inch wide dildo up her ass cunt. More and more spit run down her chin over her breasts and down her tummy. She was wild now and rolled her eyes again. Shortly before she would have been coming he stopped and shoved out his hand with a slimy plop sound. She went even wilder and was angry not to have orgasmed a second time. Cheng stood in front of her and slapped her face. He ordered her to control her feelings otherwise he would punish her heavily. He pinched hard into her sluttish flat tit meat and slapped that useless tits hard. So hard that the clamps fell off her nipples. As the blood run into them again she moaned in agony. Her legs shivered. Instead of replacing them he took a candle and waxed her nipples and tits. That cumslut loved it and enjoyed the sweet pain. I was a bit relaxed as I could join the first hour and found him doing traditional bdsm stuff. So I went out of the webcast for three or four hours and went shopping.
As I got connected to her at around 3 p.m. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My slut was totally bald. Her beautiful hair was cut off and shaved away. Bena had tears in her eyes and looked like she would have had some horror hours. Her eye shadow was smearing her beautiful face with black stains. That guy totally degraded her and took her beautiful long brown shiny hair. She looked like a worthless slutslave now, taken away of her beauty. I always had that fantasy but didn’t do it, cause I liked her hair. But that was it for the moment. Her legs were weak and she shivered and couldn’t stand there for any longer.
So he decided to bind her to the ceiling. He laid her down to the ground and loosened the bondage. He bound her hands behind her back and connected them to her ankles. That made her breasts come up a bit. He made a tight rope around that little slutballs. Her eyes rolled heavily. She moaned loud and tried to say that this is too tight. But he didn’t care. It really looked a bit unhealthy. But he seemed to be a real bondage master. Then he took a last rope and made a leash around her neck. Then he spit on her bald head and said, that she will hang now for a very long and hard time. Bena enjoyed that tease and tried to say yeah. He lifted her up into the air. She looked amazing with her bald slutslave head and those little mosquito bitish tits. 3 shining balls. A big one and two ridiculous small ones. She was lifted to his dick height. He took out the dildo plug from her mouth and shoved her his dick deep in her throat. She licked it and sucked on it like the real cock hungry whore she is. That looked so nasty. That bald headed slut sucking with her fat lips on his asian dick. She enjoyed that so much and begged him to come on her bald head. He said: “you wish”.
Next thing I saw was a second guy playing on her nipples and sucking them hard. He took one thick needle and pushed it right through her left nipple. She screamed while blowing Chengs cock. That other guy, named Lee, took a second needle and pushed it through her right nipple. Everybody could see her agony. Her nipple were pierced with this 3 inch long and really thick 1/8 inch needles. Cheng was still fucking her slut mouth cunt. Lee took a 250 grams weight and connected it with a little leash on that right nipple needle and let it hang. Bena screamed like hell and felt her nipple stretch two inches on her little tit ball. Lee repeated that procedure on her left nipple. So she hang there and sucked that asian cock. Her pussy overlowed with her juices.
Lee went behind her and shoved a glove over his right hand. He didn’t need any lube to push that whole hand with one hard thrust deep in her bowels. Bena had a hard time. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready for that speed and that intense torture of her ass. She tried to scream loud but Cheng pushed his dick hard into her mouth and stopped her scream. So she had two of her three holes filled already. That weights were bouncing fore and back, fore and back. What an incredible picture. Bena was now a real slaveslut, visible for everybody, due to her bald head. She couldn’t hide it anymore, when she didn’t want to show it. Her head was bald and showed that she is a dirty slut without any rights. I asked myself how that whole date would end up.
It was 9.00 pm on the first day. That guys treated her like a worthless piece of shit. Her ass made sloppy noises. Her mouth was full of gag. It drooled down her chin. Her overflowing wet shaven pussy was now the target for Lees second hand. Without lube he pushed it deep into her womb. He fisted her now with two hands, one in her piss hole, one in her shithole. Bena seemed to be in heaven. Totally under control of that two nurdy asian guys. Not able to move or regret the torture she is receiving. So incredible horny she came twice within seconds.
After that they released her of her bondage and lead her to the kitchen where she had to cook for the guys. They made a break and after one hour they had eaten. Bena did not. They had bound her to a chair. I could hear a machine running. Sounded like a mixer. They presented a huge bucket of puree. Bena couldn’t move. The next scene shocked me a second time for that day. They took something that looked like a 30 inch long tube and stuffed it like a sword into her throat. Her head pointed straight upwards and her mouth was forced open wide through that tube in her throat. They took the bucket and filled that puree into that tube directly connected to her stomach. That was odd I thought. I could only wonder how my slut slave managed to get all that stuff in her. It looked like four huge portions of puree. It was a situation like getting a goose feed. After that bucket was empty her belly looked like 3 month pregnant. They took out the tube and closed her mouth. Bena had to work hard not to vomit. Her eyes were in tears and she looked so dirty, eye shadow smeared and exhausted with her fat tummy, her little bluish slut tit balls and degraded head. She wretched several times but didn’t released anything. Lee came to her and pressed her belly hard. She felt true pain. He boxed her into her stomach what made her throw up a load of puree and steeled her air. She tried to protect her but couldn’t move and breathe. Lee boxed her again. Another load of puree came out and run down between her tiny tit balls. They slapped her face hard and said, that if she would throw up again she would get pierced for life. Bena could only nod. Lee already started to box her again in her tummy and a huge load of puree splashed two yards wide over the table. “ok slut, that’s it. You ll be getting pierced tonight.” They stopped for the moment and let her crawl behind them to the tv room. Then they relaxed all together and watched some porn movies. They said to my slut that she needs to relax a bit, because tomorrow becomes perhaps the hardest day in her life. Bena laid under their feet and tried to relax. She was still shocked but also fascinated of her bald head experience. Lee released her tits from that tight rope. That beautiful firm little perky tits looked ruined and hang down a bit like a dick. The needles stayed inside her tormented nipples until they went to bed. Bena had to take a shower. That webcam became a bit shady. When she came out of the bathroom they led her to the cellar room and showed all viewers, how they exchanged those long fat needles with two massive golden 2 inch wide and 1/8 inch thick rings. They fittet perfectly to her pussy rings. Bena was transformed to a perfect sluttish looking slave now. Nothing of her former beauty was visible anymore for the moment it seemed. Her perky little udders where misfigured a bit and pierced with gigantic nipple rings. Her head bald, her whore piss hole with those huge rings and the weights since that morning, her face empty. She was now a descent dirty slutslave. A worthless bitch that fucks everything. She liked that feeling somehow and slept immediately and had pervert dreams of what would follow the next day with her two new masters.erotic story archiveslatex fetish Gromets Plaza her bald head he lets all of the old men rape my ass and then they fist fuck me and leave a butt plug in my ass so i know i belong to them Asian multiple bondage Gromet\s Plaza bald head humbler pegging story tube connected to boobs pumping fat surgery fetish story
Facebook, Youtube and Google were still vague ideas in the heads of nerds and porn was something you really had to buy from the magazine stand or for the really good stuff, from backstreet bookshops where the dirty old men hung out.
The magazines were of poor grainy quality and if I remember correctly women still had pubic hair. Not trimmed neat pubic hair, but big wild bushes of the stuff, somewhere big game hunters could go or you might find a grizzly bear buried deep in the bush.
DVD was still in its infancy and expensive so VHS still ruled the world. Porn videos could be bought alongside the magazines from the back street bookshops and the quality would be just as bad. And the prices, extortionate
To get the very best magazines you had to travel to Sweden and Germany, the same for porn videos of the time and then try and smuggle them back home.
It’s 1998, I’m 18 and just starting university in Manchester. I’m living in some shithole that was advertised as a student let in a really grotty part of town. It comes with a damp bed, walls and flooring. But I have a 12 inch black and white TV. But it was cheap.
I have little money, no part time work and beans on toast I considered a luxury meal. So there was no way I could afford to buy porn, either as a magazine or in VHS format anyway as I didn’t have a VHS player and couldn’t afford to buy one that bit didn’t matter anyway.
Ditto, travelling to Europe to buy some.
The same with this new fangled internet thing, any way like not having a VHS player, I didn’t have a PC either so that was another thing that didn’t matter.
I would be about another year until I would have all of the above and a decent room to live in.
But as a kid we weren’t exposed to porn anywhere near as much as kids of today are, where you can get free, good quality porn 24/7 with a few clicks of your mouse.
We all knew it existed but for most of us the nearest we got to it was Sam Fox’s or Linda Lucardi’s tits in page 3 of the Sun newspaper.
Anyway I didn’t need porn when at school, I was wanking, cumming and generally being a sex pest with girls from school. I fucked a few of them as well. (Please check out some of my earlier chapters.)
I went to college in my home town, so even there I already had my favourite spots to go to where I could carry on doing the same and quickly found out others in and around college too.
As I was in a new to Manchester, I didn’t know the city, the parks or the people and it was a steep learning curve.
I did find a very cheap pub near to my room where the beer was very good and very cheap but its patrons were all old men in flat caps but bereft of sexy girls.
It would be a month or more until I was able to continue what I could do at home.
I still needed to masturbate but after a couple of days of wanking over Sam Fox’s tits instead of some real flesh, left me frustrated to say the least.
I had arrived in Manchester nearly 2 weeks before fresher’s week and would take walks around town out of boredom as much as finding out about the layout of Manchester and what it had to offer.
And it was on one of these walks I found myself near Manchester’s Chinatown and standing infront of a Porn Cinema. I never knew these places existed.
It was a dingy looking building and nothing would at first make you think what could be found inside. Any advertising outside the building was discreet, no signs lit up with bright lights shouting out what was inside, just a couple of A4 posters that said. “Adult cinema open 24 hours, showing the latest and best in adult movies from Sweden and Germany. Entrance £5”
I was tempted, very tempted and checked my wallet to see what cash I had on me. I had £10 and some change and that was to last me another week until my mum would put some more money into my bank account.
I did a quick stock take of food I had in my room and of a few things I needed to buy and I had enough money left over to go in. I wanted to see an adult movie; I wanted to see porn, proper porn and not just a pair of tits in a newspaper. So in I went.
Inside the first thing I saw was some bored looking woman behind a glass covered counter reading a book. It was dark and it there was a smell of bleach coming from somewhere in the building, I could also hear German being spoken. I paid the £5 entrance fee and she pointed to a door to my right.
I went through the door. The first thing I noticed was that the bleach smell was even stronger in here than out in the reception area.
But I soon forgot about that as I saw the big screen infront of me and saw a woman in her 30’s on her back, naked, her legs spread wide and a 3 fingers in her hairy cunt and a guy kneeling at her head with his cock deep in her mouth and she was sucking him.
My cock got hard in 2 seconds flat.
There were about 100 seats, 10 rows split in 2 by a central aisle and 10 seats per row and most were empty but there were about 20 guys spread out evenly amongst them. They were sitting as far apart from each other as they could.
I walked down the central aisle looking left and right for a seat that wasn’t too close to the other guys. As I did it I plainly see in the dull light they all had their cocks out and they were either wanking furiously or just gently stroking their cocks but they were all glued to the porn showing on the screen.
Some had taken their trousers off and were naked from the waist down and others just had their zips undone and their cocks were sticking out through the gap.
I had never seen any guy (apart from my best mate of 10 years Adam) masturbating before and so many in one place.
I hadn’t considered myself gay in anyway shape or form, I love the sight of a sexy girl’s ass, cunt and tits and have only had masturbated over a girl or fucked girls. But seeing all these cocks and half naked guys I must admit it really turned me on as much as what was happening on the screen.
I had got to the front row of seats and was still trying to find a seat, but I undid my zip and took out my rock hard cock it sticking straight out infront of me and walked back up the aisle checking left and right.
I was still deciding on a seat, but I was also checking on any reaction for the guys, whether any of them was checking out my cock.
Bingo, on my left I saw a guy defiantly looking at my cock. He was 5 rows from the front and the furthest from the aisle. I sat near him with 1 seat between us.
He was one of the guys naked from the waist down, his trousers over the back of the seat infront of him but he had his shoes on his feet.
I guessed he was in his 30’s, not ugly, not fat and his cock looked fat and long.
As I sat down, he looked up at me and smiled, I returned his smile.
I had my cock in my hand, slowing rubbing its length enjoying the sensation of my hand and also of the guy sitting near me checking me out and I was very horny.
Still sitting down I slipped off my shoes, stood up and undid my trousers and pulled then down and took them off, shortly followed by my boxer shorts too and draped them over the seat infront of me as my neighbour did.
But sitting back down, I moved one seat over and sat next to him and grabbed my shoes to put them back on as the floor was sticky and dirty.
When my shoes were firmly back on my feet I slouched back in the seat a bit my legs spread wide and grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, looking at the screen and the porn slut now had a cock her cunt and still sucking a cock.
“I like your cock” my neighbour said to me.
“Nice and hard” his Mancunian accent was obvious.
“My name is Steve, what’s yours? He then asked.
“Hi Steve” and I told him my name.
“I like your cock too”
Steve moved his free hand to my inner thigh, gently massaging it. It did feel nice.
“Can I touch your cock?” he asked.
“I’m not gay” I replied.
“Neither am I, I’m married and I have 13 year old girl. You can touch mine as well if you want.”
I did want to.
“Yes,ok” and I let go of my cock and Steve took hold of it. Fuck his hand felt so damn good holding my cock and I let out an involuntary moan.
“You like that?” he asked.
I replied with another moan. The reached over and took hold of his cock too. It felt warm and very hard.
We began to stroke each other, slowly, enjoying the sensation we were giving each other. Not saying another word to each other for a while.
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Steve asked.
“You’re very good at wanking my cock”
“I wank a lot, but I’m usually looking at girls. Sometimes they were the same age as your daughter, but not since I left school. They are a bit older now” I said.
”That’s hot” said Steve.
“I wank a lot too at home, imagining it’s my daughter I’m fucking.” He continued.
“I come here a lot as well, watch some porn and masturbate. I know all of the men here and sometimes we wank each other off. But I’ve never seen you here before.”
“My first time”
“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d seen you before”
“I just wanted to watch porn when I came in, but seeing all these guys cocks out, made me really horny.” I explained.
“You must also like wanking in public, you had got your cock out really quickly for a first timer here?”
“I love doing that, flashing girls, wanking when they can see me and getting naked. I even love cumming over them when I can get away with it.”
“Wow, you’re a real pervert aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded my head in agreement.
“I should get you around my house when the wife is at work, but my daughter is at home from school. I’d love to see you wanking near her.”
“Any time mate, anytime.”
I sat there watching the porno and we were still slowly stroking each other.
The porn slut with the hairy cunt was fucking 2 guys, one in her ass, the other in her cunt and she was still sucking another. It was something I had never seen before, but it was my first porno they were all new to me.
And I watched it wide eyed.
And with Steve still holding my cock, I was very very horny and had to do something about it, but I didn’t want to wank Steve off.
I stood up, causing Steve to let go of my cock and me letting go of his too. He looked disappointed. But when I took off the rest of what I was wearing, except my shoes. His face lightened up and he licked his lips. I stood infront of him naked, my cock upright and right infront of his face.
He looked greedily at it.
“Steve, suck my cock you gay cunt!” as I grabbed my cock behind my balls and pulled it down, the head right infront of his mouth.
“Take my length, and take my cum”
He lent forward opening his mouth, and stuck out his tongue and licked the length of my cock like a 5 year old licking an ice lolly.
He was licking my cock head, sending a shudder through my body and he slipped his mouth over the top and inched down until he hit my balls, sucking and licking his way down.
I had my hands on the top the back of his head and pulled his mouth tight against me holding him there for a few seconds, his hands on my ass cheeks kneading them like a baker kneads his bread dough.
I pulled my hips back pulling out half my cock and pushed back in and started to fuck his mouth.
“You’re my little gay cock sucking cunt, aren’t you Steve?”
“A pervert who wants to fuck his 13 year old daughter”
I could feel my cock hitting the back of his throat, but he didn’t let up with his sucking and his tongue ran along the length of my cock on each stroke.
For several minutes we were like this and I could feel my cock twitch as it was near to ejaculation and filling his mouth with my sloppy cum. Steve could feel it too.
“I want your cum, I want your cum, cum in my mouth.” He mumbled as it wasn’t easy to speak with a cock fucking his mouth.
“Yeah, I’ll cum in your mouth you fucking gay cock slut”
And just as I finished saying that I stopped fucking and buried my cock all the way into his mouth and shot 3 loads. He choked the once and my cum dribbled out of the side of his mouth and I pulled my cock out.
He swallowed and licked his lips
I moved to my seat and retrieved my clothes and put them back on.
“You’re leaving?” Steve asked.
“I haven’t cum yet, I thought you might jack me off.”
“No man, I’ve cum. I’m off, get one of your wank buddies to finish you off.” And I walked out.
I think he said something as I left but I didn’t hear it.
It was raining, no surprise there, it was Manchester after all. But the rain helped clear the smell of bleach out of my nose and the stench from my clothes.
I turned up the collar of my jacket and walked towards my room.
I never went back to that place and learnt later that it had closed down, but what I saw of the porn movie got me hooked.
But I wasn’t hooked on getting my cock sucked by another man, it did feel good though I must admit and even seeing the other guys there with their cocks out did get me aroused.
Maybe it was the surroundings, the smell of the place, I don’t know but for now it wasn’t for me.
I needed a girl, I needed to wank at a girl, I needed to wank at a girl and cum on her. And soon.
“Dante, we’re going to need the full details of what you’ve witnessed. Let’s make this easy,” Dante hears at the edge of the darkness surrounding his vision. He couldn’t tell who said it. Groaning, he staggered to his feet and leant against the bars to get his vision back. “Dante. What happened?” Kagé’s voice. He shivered.
“Kagé, please, give me a minute.” Hei managed to grumble.
“We don’t have time. The Guild are capable of breeching our security. They could be here right now, and all you’re doing is aiding them, so tell me what the fuck happened.”
“Perhaps I want to aid them. They offered me a way out of this hell hole.”
“So you’re forgetting that they contracted both your parents?”
“At least they let me leave.”
“If you don’t tell me where The Guild are, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Dante heard the other Sectarians gasp. A voice spoke up from outside the bars,
“Lord Kagé, I don’t believe beating him is the way to go.”
Dante looked up at that. “You don’t know what he’s really like, do you?” He said to the darkness. “You all have no idea what he does.”
“We have a vague idea, Dante Hatake, but what he does is his own business.”
Kagé ended that conversation with a painful backhand that sent Dante reeling. “Jesus,” he spluttered as he tried to crawl away, blood dripping to the floor.
“Where are The Guild?” Lord Kagé roared, the sound echoing infinitely. He kicked Dante in the ribs so that he collapsed with a cry. “Where?” He repeated, kicking him again.
“Ah! Oh, God! Sir, I… please… oh no p–” Dante’s frenzied begging was cut off with the pressure of a knife at his ribs. He pressed himself back against the bars, wincing at the pain.
“Dante, for God’s sake, tell us where the Guild are hiding.” Kagé’s voice had turned chillingly soft.
“I genuinely don’t know Kagé. I promise you.”
“Are you sure?” Kagé crudely dragged the knife down his ribs, tearing his shirt and cutting to the bone. Dante moaned loudly through the blur of pain and retched. Kagé replaced the knife on Dante’s sternum, smiling as he watched his eyes widen in pure terror.
“I’ll… I’ll tell you everything I know. I will, please! But I don’t know where they are.”
Kagé let the knife slice down his chest torturously slowly. “They’re coming here for me! Look for the black ribbon, that’s what they said! You heard me Kagé. You heard me say.” Dante ranted.
“That I did.” Kagé didn’t stop.
“Master Kagé, please stop.”
La’liel. Oh, thank God. Kagé stopped and turned to her voice. She strode to the bars, pulling down the black mask that distorted her face like the rest of the remnants of Sector 1. The katana across her back was an ominous warning. Lord Heinako’s eye’s twinkled savagely as his comrade intervened. Dante’s head slumped forwards as he allowed himself a brief respite, trying to battle down the anger that Hei was exuding. Hei won. The calm, cool interior that was Hei washed throughout Dante’s broken body, mind and soul.
Standing and approaching Kagé’s side at the bars, Hei could see the lustful glint in his eye. Blood drenched Dante’s shirt, and the flesh behind his shredded clothing was bloodied and scarred. Hei raised an eyebrow quizzically at her, challenging what she had to say. Mistress La’liel didn’t falter at his gaze. Dante wanted to thank and thank her. “Master Kagé, I know where the Guild are. At least, I know where one member is. She’s at a university in the United Kingdom on Earth. I understand that’s your jurisdiction. We can find her. Black ribbon, that’s all we need to look for.”
“Oh yes, La’liel? And how do you know this information?” Kagé’s eyes darkened.
Heinako stepped forward, “That is Sector 2 business, Kagé.”
Their eyes locked, and Heinako’s hand fell to his throwing stars. Hei watched as Kagé hovered on the edge of pulling his pistol out, but his hands lifted in a harmless gesture and he stepped back. Heinako may not be in charge on paper, but Kagé knew who he was dealing with.
“Dante, you’re driving.” Kagé spat. “We’re going to catch the Guild.”
The convoy had been set up efficiently, and now Hei drove at the head of the 5 black 4x4s and two armoured trucks. Kagé sat in the passenger seat at his side, and a pale Stark sat in the back. His trembling hand was bandaged again and a healing laceration split his lip. His green eyes were hooded as he sat and stared resolutely out the front window. In the rear view mirror Hei could see him wince at the bumps in the road and his hand fell to his side. Kagé’s knuckles were bloodied.
“20 minutes go to, sir.” Hei murmured professionally, black eyes never leaving the road in front.
“Thankyou, Hei.” Kagé muttered conspirationally. Hei looked up in shock. Why that name?
Tristan Stark’s ribs throbbed abominably. Three broken? Maybe more. Kagé withholding Seri was taking its toll. Healing was too slow. The pain was too much. Dante’s chilling gaze caught Stark’s eye in the rearview mirror, but Stark couldn’t hold the eye contact. He was too afraid to be seen by Kagé, what Kagé might deduce from that look. Dante was strangely subdued. A professional soldier-like coldness hung about him in the way he sat back easily in his seat, relaying information about their destination to Kagé from his earpiece. This time they were taking orders from Overlord Howl himself, and the hushed voice gave a list of orders to the three men. Noone seemed to listen. There was an awkwardness between them, knowing that Kagé was going to take revenge for Dante’s betrayal at some point.
“Dante,” Kagé snaps, “Park up somewhere accessible. We’ll have to be out of here ASAP.”
“Yes, sir. The girl resides in this building here. She’s 21, and owns a flat to herself. Timetable suggests she would be home now. Do we investigate?”
“Yes, let’s move in now.” Kagé confirmed.
Dante stops for a moment, listening to his earpiece. “The Overlord is suggesting there are army forces on the move to our destination. Parliament is not happy about us making moves without their confirmation, particularly on undisclosed business.”
“They can fuck off. We’ll just have to move quickly.” That ends the conversation. Dante relays to Howl.
“Okay, let’s move,” Dante says, “Apartment 89. Squad 1 to 4, surround the building. Squad 5, come with us. Let’s go Stark.” He said more gently. Dante was appointed as mission co-leader by Kagé, after Kagé bludgeoned Stark beyond any form of command, and having had experience with The Guild. Stark didn’t miss the position.
Kagé strode into the building, shortly followed by Dante dressed in his usual black baggy shirt and his breeches. His astonishing array of knives caught the light of overhead fluorescent strips and winked red and black at Stark. Stark had never been a fan of carrying large amounts of weaponry, specialising in short-knife combat. He only ever carried 4 knives at once- belt, thigh, and twins across his back. Dante had two long knives strapped across his back, one strapped to his thigh and forearm, an array of kunai knives fitted into his belt along with another shorter knife and several pouches of poison. He also knew from experience that he had multiple leaf knives hidden in his soft leather boots. Kagé and Dante were conversing in hushed voices up ahead. The agitation on Dante’s face was clear and in his body language, the way he hunched his shoulders and lowered his head to challenge his master at his side. His whispers grew in volume until Kagé slammed him against the wall, abruptly silencing the poor boy. Stark sighed at the fear that suddenly etched his face. Kagé’s forearm was across Dante’s throat as he murmured, “This is your job. You’ve killed for me for years, and you’re still afraid to capture a little girl?”
“I’ve never liked killing, Kagé.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Dante. I’ve seen the way my men have had to hold you back from killing on missions. I’ve also seen the way you cower back from killing like it makes you ill. I remember your initiation, the way you were sobbing with terror, and yet the way you said you enjoyed it. The way you slaughtered those people… It was the best thing I’ve ever seen. There are two people inside your head, Hei Hatake, and I know which one I’d rather have on my side.”
A look of confusion and anger flitted simultaneously across Dante’s face, before an icy control settled about his features again. “Just around this corner,” He said flatly, breaking from Kagé’s grip and striding ahead.
Dante lifted three fingers in silence. His hand was trembling slightly, and Stark knew that like himself, Dante was trying to hide his Seri withdrawal. He was positioned on one side of the door, Kagé on the other. Stark stood with a knife drawn behind Kagé, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance if the girl put up a fight. The combat soldiers stood with guns loaded, ready in case something went wrong.
He folded a finger down, his gaze becoming darker and more dead as the seconds passed. His hands moved detachedly over his shoulders to his twin stilettos, and he held them in a ready stance at his sides. A short nod to Kagé, and they both turned at the same time, kicking the door with enough force to flatten it on the ground. All men rushed in together, and conducted a lightning-fast search of the room. There was nowhere to hide. Stark turned from searching behind the wardrobe, knife drawn, as did Kagé, and they both shared a knowing glance of a time long passed when they had worked in harmony. Kagé’s eyes found Dante at the same time as Stark’s, and they both stopped dead.
Dante held the girl round the mouth, silencing the look of panic on her face. A sword with a hilt bound in black ribbon clattered to the floor at their side. A knife at her ribs inhibited any movement. “Dante…” Kagé muttered cautiously, registering the dead look in his eye, the way they didn’t shine. Stark had seen that look several times before. Dante was in a killing rage, but he wasn’t allowed to kill. Anything could happen. “Dante,” Kagé raised his hands harmlessly, “We need to go. The military are coming. We need to bring the girl.”
“What’s your name, girl?” Dante murmured in her ear, his eyes never leaving Kagé’s and the murder there never fading.
“I came to your room but days ago. The Guild follows you.”
“I know it’s you, but I asked your name!” Dante snapped suddenly, forcefully. His grip on her tightened.
She squirmed, “Jenday. It’s Jenday, Hei Hatake.”
“Why is this happening to me?” Dante’s voice was soft now. Trembling.
Kagéspoke now, “It’s who you are, Dante. You’re a killer. It’s taking you over. The years are finally catching up, and you’re becoming a fully-fledged assassin. Like me. Like Stark.”
“I’ll never be like you.”
“You’re already much, much worse. One day you’ll be a Sector leader. Maybe even Lord of Atrocities.” Kagé smiled a twisted smile. The wail of sirens in the distance stopped Dante’s reply on his lips. “We need to go.” Kagé’s voice was anxious, low.
Dante put a knife to the girl’s back and pushed her ahead of him, “Move,” he hissed. Once outside the girl was taken into the custody of two of Kagé’s uniformed men.
“Alright, we need to get out of here now,” Dante commanded, “The armed forces are on their way and we need to get back to Syndicate Sector 1 HQ without giving away our position. If it comes to it, split up. Let’s go.”
Kagé turned to Stark, “Stark, I want you to drive that SUV, and transport the girl back to the primary holding cell ASAP. Dante will take the lead, you follow. You two!” Kagé gestured at the men holding Jenday, “You’re with Stark.” The two men looked Stark up and down. He recognised one of them as the man who had helped hold him down when Kagé was torturing him, in a sadistic bid to get information about Dante’s whereabouts. He shivered.
Dante had already disappeared into the driver’s seat of the first 4×4, and Kagé joined him. Stark took the wheel behind them and followed at a hair-raising speed through the city centre of Bristol. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath at Dante’s erratic speed.
Once on the dual carriageway, the caravan of armoured trucks and 4x4s accelerated and virtually ploughed through the fastlane traffic. There had been no updates in regards to the military from Howl, having lost eyes on them half an hour ago. The nervous chattering from various contacts over his earpiece set Stark on edge. He knew the military wouldn’t give up trying to capture the Syndicate after such a national security attack.
“Stark. Stark,” Dante Hatake’s voice laced over the small speaker in his ear.
“Hatake, I hear you.” Stark replied as he coasted easily behind Kagé’s SUV. Traffic had fallen to almost none. It was 10pm and dark, which Stark preferred by far. Jenday hadn’t made a sound.
“Lord Kagé requests that we split up at the next intersection. We don’t know where the parliamentary military are, but chances are they’ll be tracking us. You’re to take the most indirect route available to you without compromising our position, and we’ll mee–”
Dante’s voice faltered to a halt and the SUV ahead of Stark jammed to a halt, catching him by surprise so that he had to swerve to its side, tyres screaming on the tarmac. Stark stared in horror at the roadblock that met them. Two police 4x4s and a wall of armed police stood guard but 100 metres away. “Oh shit.”
“Orders, sir,” Dante whispered, frozen. Kagé looked furious.
Dante’s hushed voice came over the earpiece after an excruciating 30 seconds of silence. “Syndicate Sector 1, move forward,”
Stark’s jaw dropped, and he heard the two men behind him gasp. “Dante? What?” Stark hissed.
He didn’t reply, but his car did screech forward mercilessly, heading straight for the block. Stark followed. 60 mph.
“Dante, what are you doing?”
100mph. The men on the roadblock turned and ran, some foolishly firing their automated weapons at the vehicle’s tyres and windows and failing to move. Dante seemed to be aiming for the gap between the two 4x4s. The Syndicate SUVs were indeed larger, but Stark didn’t trust that that would aid them.
The force of the crash sent the two police cars flying, crushing waiting policemen and creating an escape for the Syndicate. Kagé’s voice came over the earpiece now, “Now everyone fucking DRIVE!” And the battered SUV shot off into the darkness. Stark bypassed the roadblock and without a backward glance floored it away from the sound of gunshots.
Dante and Kagé were the first to arrive at HQ. Rain had fallen heavily throughout the night and the SUV trawled its way through the deep settled water on the dirt track to the underground entrance. Water flowed steadily down the dimly lit slope to the mechanical main gate, to drain into the storm drains at the foot of the doorway. Dante came to a halt and waited for the door to open, slowly rising up into the gloom. Kagé sat back and regarded him steadily, and watched with satisfaction the way he pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead with a shaking hand and blinked exhaustedly into the darkness of the cave. They hummed slowly forwards into the cave just as the ceiling floodlights illuminated the entire space, even the darkest corners. Guards were sat playing cards at a table in an alcove by the door, but moved to unbolt the oversized vehicle vault door when they saw the car. Kagé exhaled tiredly. The day had been exhausting for everyone. “We’re going to arrange a debriefing in here,” he almost croaked. He cleared his throat and continued, “So we’ll park up and set up the briefing table in the main alcove.”
“Yes, sir.” Dante acquiesced quietly, driving around the outer edge of the central cage and into the main vehicle store. Rows upon rows of 4x4s, military vehicles and trucks, all in black, stood sentinel in the darkness.
The slam of the car doors echoed eternally in the void around them. Standing for the first time in 8 hours, Dante found his legs were much weaker than anticipated, and he sunk to his knees between two of the towering 4x4s. He was quaking uncontrollably and an inescapable exhaustion was enveloping him, an exhaustion that he knew was coming about with the final dregs of Seri in his blood. If he was left another hour, he would end up falling asleep for the first time in a decade. Dante groaned at the fatigue and tried to stand again, hoping Kagé wouldn’t see, but he knew it was futile. Kagé appeared before him with a look of amused shock on his perfect face. Dante finally managed to steel his will at that superior look and leaned against the car at his side to pull himself up. His knees knocked threateningly. He closed his eyes a moment against the darkening ring around his vision, pressing his face into his hand and grimacing at the unpleasant heady rush.
“What? I… I mean excuse me? I didn’t catch that.” Dante tried to sound alert to his master.
“I said, go and sit down for debriefing and I’ll get some Seri while we wait for the team.”
“Mmph, yessir. Thankyou.” Dante was genuinely grateful.
Sat at the huge round glass table, his back to the main door and his master out of his sight for five minutes, Dante took the chance rest his head on his arms and close his eyes while he waited. So much had happened over the last few weeks, and there was so much that Kagé was due to punish him for. Kagé was sure to behave slightly professionally in front of the others, but as soon as this was over… Dante didn’t want to think about it. He hoped Overlord Howl would have at least some involvement, maybe even the other Sectarians. They would provide some shield from Kagé’s insanity. Perhaps the Guild assassin would give him something else to think about for a while. After all, wasn’t she the girl who had come to Dante in the first place? Maybe he was out of the woods after all.
Kagé re-emerged with three servants in tow, clearly from his Tymerian office. They all carried a tray of various alcoholic beverages and tumblers. Kagé carried two Seri injections. “Here,” he said, sitting in the chair directly opposite and sliding one of the injections across the table to him. Dante took it gratefully and jammed it a little too harshly into his wrist, pushing the liquid into his blood. He winced, trying to block out the burning stinging feeling as the liquid increased the pressure in his veins, and then moaned loudly as the harmony in his body, the buzz took over. His shaking increased momentarily and he panted unwillingly, slumping forwards. Just at that moment the doors began to open and the remaining 3 4x4s pulled in, two of them disappearing straight into the vehicle store. The third stopped outside the cell door, and out clambered Stark. He stopped a moment and swayed dizzily. Dante forced himself to his feet and took the other Seri from the table. He needed to help Stark before he collapsed again completely.
Dante strode purposefully across the cave, reaching Stark before Kagé. “Stark, hold out your wrist,” he commanded, grabbing it and pushing the liquid in. Stark winced ever so slightly, and his knuckles turned white as he struggled against the rising power of the Seri in his body. He held himself better than Dante had, and Dante had a moment of embarrassment at the thought of Kagé’s pleasure in seeing his reaction.
“Thanks,” he murmured, shuddering slightly.
“I’ll be right back, you deal with the girl.” Dante responded, turning on his heal and leaving for his quarters. “I’m going to get a cloak, Kagé. I don’t want this girl getting a proper look at my face, she makes me uncomfortable.”
“Right,” Kagé replied brusquely as they passed.
When Dante returned, a hood shrouding his face and his knives all intact, the rest of the team were just returning in the two final trucks. Jenday was in the cage and under the strict supervision of five guards. Kagé was in there with her, circling her like a predator. She suddenly looked so vulnerable without her assassin’s garbs and weapons. Just another innocent claimed by the Syndicate. At that moment, Kagé struck out at her, knocking her to the ground violently. The crack of her knees against the stone floor was audible. Dante carried on up to the bars of the cage, halting at Stark’s side. “What’s Kagé doing?” Dante asked lowly in his ear.
“He wants to find the Guild. I think you know what that’ll involve.” Dante winced for the girl momentarily at what he knew that would involve.
“Stark, I want to talk with you soon. About… why… why Kagé captured me.”
Stark raised his eyebrows. “Taken you long enough to ask,” he murmured gruffly, trying to conceal his conversation from Kagé who was only feet away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to know,” Dante replied sadly, knowing how different his life could be right now if they hadn’t taken him. He startled suddenly as Jenday was slammed against the bars before him, his skin prickling at her whimpering. He’d never seen Kagé beat a woman before, not like this. “Oh, God,” Dante said softly to himself, noticing that her hands were bound and that Kagé had a look in his eye that he knew very well indeed. “Lord Kagé,” Dante snapped loudly, catching his attention immediately, “Requesting permission to be dismissed, sir.” He just wanted to leave.
“Permission denied.” Kagé’s voice had gone husky and deadly quiet. The guards surrounding the cage shifted awkwardly, and the rest of the capture team seated at the table had turned a blind eye to the events unfolding behind them, focusing on their drinks and talk. Dante’s gaze hardened and he turned abruptly, heading straight for the capture team. At the table, he grabbed the fullest brandy crystal carafe and drank deeply. He moved around to the soldier with his back directly to the cage and put a hand on his shoulder, “Move,” he growled, trying to hide the tremor in his hand. The soldier turned to look up at Hei, a hand on the magnum at his hip.
“Hey, watch–” Hei didn’t let him finish, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down on the floor, hard. He grunted, and scrambled back to his feet without hesitation, pulling the gun on Hei and pointing it directly at his head. Hei’s heart skipped a beat as Dante came to the front of his mind ever so slightly, screaming terror at the pistol, but he overcame the fear and his twin stilettos were in his hands. Behind him, Jenday started to scream at some unfathomable terror. The chaos around him made him frantic.
“Put the fucking gun down or I will fucking kill you,” he roared, emanating fury. He could see the fear and shock in the man’s eyes. “Now!”
“Lord Hei,” the man whimpered, holstering his gun and raising his hands. The other men at the table had stood, unsure what to do. “Please, Lord Hei. Please. We’re on the same side!”
“I entirely disagree.” Hei was conversing in Tymerian now, knowing only the Tymerians knew him as Lord Hei. The man seemed to relax, speaking in his own language. His hands dropped to his sides. “You forget where I come from, how I came to be here.” Stark was at his side now.
“I’m sorry my lord. Please, sit down. I’m sorry.” The sympathy in the man’s eyes was unbearable. He’d been here when Dante had first arrived.
Hei took the seat with his back to the cage, unable to block out Jenday’s frantic breathing and the cruel laughing of Kagé. Stark took the now-empty seat at his side, a detached look in his eyes. Dante sunk forwards to rest his head on the table, trying not to hear anything, trying not to feel. Men had resumed their seats at the table, eyes resolutely fixed on their hands. The man Hei had attacked sat opposite, eyes trained on him. Dante sat up and drank, eyes never leaving the man’s. A choked cry from behind him made Dante flinch visibly, attracting the gaze of a few more men at the table and a concerned glance from Stark.
“Those cuts under your eye. Self-inflicted or….?” The soldier didn’t need to finish the sentence, everyone knew what he was getting at. Everyone that worked with Kagé knew what he did.
Dante’s tortured eyes met the soldiers, a pain that went beyond words etched into his face. Sometimes words weren’t needed, and the man nodded conspirationally, looking to one side. “It’s Jaique.” Dante nodded in acknowledgement. Stark took a brief look back at the cage and blanched, bringing a hand to his face and suddenly drinking down the rest of his scotch. He leaned in to Dante’s side, and whispered gently, “Keep drinking.”
The debriefing was in progress and Kagé was sat indulgently adjacent to Hei. Nothing was said of the girl, and Hei didn’t turn back. It had been an agonising hour of ‘interrogation’, and Hei thought he was going to go mad with the sounds of pain coming from behind him still. The faces of the men around him bespoke similar thoughts, all but two. These two men sat side by side, smiling toothily and thoroughly enjoying themselves. They were the men who had escorted Jenday on the nightmare journey to HQ in the back of Stark’s car, and strived to become like Kagé.
“…is a strategic advantage.” Kagé continued professionally, lounging back in his chair with a tumbler of brandy in hand. “Though we have little information as yet, we are not going to give in to get what we want.” The Kagé wannabees laughed and shared a sadistic glance. It sickened Hei to the point of standing and striding around the table to stand behind them, looking down over them silently. Anger threatened to boil over. His gloved hands gripped the backs of the two chairs until he knew his knuckles had turned white.
“Dante…” Kagé warned. The two men had frozen. Despite their churlishness, Hei could tell his presence threatened them. Jaique sat to Hei’s right, watching with wide eyes.
“Hei.” Kagé stood abruptly, an amused but wary look on his face. Stark stood also, feet slightly apart. Kagé’s hand was behind his back. Stark noted the way Dante’s eyes had glazed over, like they had on their mission. Kagé backed from his place at the table and made his way slowly towards him.
Hei took no chances with his master making his way towards him. Before the anger would dissipate, he held the backs of the chairs more firmly and pulled back and down, stretching the two men flat out on their backs, groaning. “Hei…” Kagé’s voice was straining with fury now, and he decided now was a good time to pull out his gun.
“Fuck you.” Hei spat, and it conveyed his wrath perfectly. He drew his stiletto knives once again, and drove them cleanly into the hearts of the two men. In a smooth sweep, he was stood perfectly straight again, one of the pair pointed directly at Kagé.
“I thought you’d learned years ago not to defy me, Lord Hei.”
“Dante learned years ago not to cross you. Sir. I’m not Dante.”
Stark’s knees buckled and he sat, gaping at what he was witnessing.
Kagé laughed. “Am I going to have to go through the whole process with you again then?” A casual pull on the trigger made Dante duck suddenly. He stood again, seconds later, and hurled a leaf knife directly at Kagé’s head. The unexpectedness of this gesture was clear in Kagé’s face as he just barely escaped the blade. A tiny thread of blood stood out on his cheek. Dante put his hand to his shoulder, and it came back bright red. His hood had fallen from around his face, and in the light the grim determination that was so unlike Dante was clear. Kagé strode forwards, so much fury burning in his eyes, and suddenly Dante was Dante again. He backed up a step, not sure whether to run or stay. You never run from me. Ever. He started, terror consuming him, and was paralysed.
“My lord! My lord that wasn’t me, please, please. Please… Master…” A choked sob escaped his throat, and he dropped his knives. “I am not myself,” he started to beg in Tymerian. “Chaisuei.” Please.
The anger in Kagé’s eyes didn’t leave, and Kagé didn’t lower his gun. He reached Dante, halted, and without breaking eye contact, shot him directly in the thigh. Dante cringed, but didn’t fall.
“Sheathe your weapons.”
Dante complied stiffly.
“I’m going to have to retrain you when Hei decides to make an appearance.” Kagé sighed, feigning irritation. Dante backed two hitching steps, tripping over one of the bodies at his feet. He groaned, seeing what he had done, and considered running again. Fear and pain-sweat streamed down his face, and his heart was hammering in his chest.
“Sit down, and we can continue with debriefing, Dante. Then you may be dismissed.”
“Kai, Oujour.” Yes, Master.
“You can stop speaking Tymerian now.”
“Please return to your respective duties, you may all leave.” Dante stood with difficulty. The shooting pains in his thigh were almost debilitating, and blood soaked everything. He made a break for the door back towards his own quarters, leaving a trail of blood. “Not you, Dante.” The voice chilled Dante’s heart and dread seized him. He stopped, but couldn’t bear to turn to him. Stark was the last to leave, until he was alone with Kagé, and only Jenday to bear witness.
The footsteps came slowly, slowly behind Dante until he could sense Kagé behind him. The terror was too much, and despite the pain, Dante sunk defeatedly to his knees. “Please don’t hurt me Kagé,” he whispered hoarsely.
Kagé sunk to his knees directly behind him and kissed Dante’s neck tenderly, “Why, Dante, do you defy me when you know I’ll only make you regret it?” He felt immense satisfaction at the trembling of Dante’s hunched shoulders.
“It’s not me…” Not even a whisper.
“I can’t even begin to fathom what’s happening in your head, Dante Hatake.”
“I’m going insane.” The admission made him know it was true.
“Mm, maybe,” Kagé chuckled in his ear, a low rumble. He stopped suddenly, whispering savagely, “I think I like it. Now go.”
“Stark. Stark, it’s me.”
The half-rotten door swung open on stiff hinges to reveal Stark, shirtless, and looking very very frightening.
“What do you want?”
“We need to talk, Stark.”
“Oh, really?” The man swayed sideways slightly, jostling into the door.
“Are you drunk?”
“I believe so.”
“For God’s sake, man,” Dante took a step into his room, and then suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by Stark’s muscular arm. “Mmph. My shoulder, Tristan. My shoulder.” Dante bit his lip to stop the whimpers that threatened to grace his lips.
Stark let go, looking down at the red-stained bandages crudely tied around his leg and shoulder. “Who are you, Hatake?”
“I don’t know. I want to talk to you.”
“And what if Kagé catches us again? What then?”
“I don’t know. Please, Stark.”
He stood, pinning Dante with his sharp green eyes, just as he had when they’d first met all those years ago. The indecision was clear- who was Hei? Who was Dante? Would Kagé find out? Eventually he sighed. “Come in.”
The old armchair in the corner was surrounded by a litter of spirit bottles and used Seri injections. There were several new bloodstains on the carpet and chair, and one face of his empty glass cabinet had shattered. He hadn’t cleaned it up.
“What happened?” Dante asked in horror.
“This is the aftermath of Kagé’s attack on me when you ran,” Stark replied nonchalantly as he sunk into his chair. Dante remained stood.
“What did he do to you?” His gaze darkened.
“That’s not why you’re here.”
“What did he do?”
Dante punched the wall. “Tristan what the fuck did he do to you?! What he did was my fault!”
“Calm down. What happened, happened.” Stark didn’t react to Dante’s raging.
“I need to know why Kagé had me captured 15 years ago. Tell me that at least.”
“I don’t know much, but I know it was something to do with your Hellstone scar from your father. You’re better off asking Kagé.”
“I would never talk to him about it.”
“Then you’ll never know.”
Dante paced in frustration, anger creeping its way throughout his body. “Goodbye, then,” and he left.
“Jenday? Jenday, are you ok?” Dante hazarded. He could see her form on the floor of the cell in the darkness, curled up protectively in the centre. She shifted slightly, and the scuff of boots to Dante’s left reminded him of the guards keeping watch. He moved forwards.
“Lord Hei, orders…”
“I don’t care about your orders, soldier, and if it is that important to you then I’ll take it up with Kagé when he shows his face.” There was no reply. “Jenday. Girl.” Dante was becoming frustrated. The tiniest sound was audible from her throat. Crouching at the bars, Dante spoke gently once again, “Hey, girl. Come on over here. I want to speak with you.”
“You… Lord Hei…”
“Dante Hatake,” he corrected softly. Jenday came to her hands and knees, dragging herself agonisingly slowly across the two metre distance. Dante noticed the darker patch on the floor where she had laid, and the dark scuffs that revealed themselves behind her passage. Dante’s hardened heart contorted for her.
She was naked, and her face was bruised and cut. The bruises continued their way to her neck and down her back and stomach and sides. Her knees were virtually shredded and grazes were all over her body. A thin tendril of a cut at her neck told of Kagé’s knife, and closer inspection revealed one down the whole length of her protruding spine. Her luxurious dark hair was plastered to her face with fear and pain sweat, and her eyes were tortured. Dante knew what else had happened, and it was something that couldn’t be seen by external examination. “I’m sorry…” Dante barely whispered, horror welling up inside him.
“Did he do this to you too?” She murmured hoarsely, unable to make eye contact. Dante nodded ashamedly. “For me it was more mental torture than physical beatings… I don’t know what’s worse.”
“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I’m so so scared.” Her voice took on a tremor.
“I’ll try and help you, try and make it easier. I don’t want him to do to you what he did to me. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Has he given you Seri?”
“A drug? No, no. He does that?”
“You don’t want it. You think it makes things easier, but it holds you in its grasp and never let’s go. It’s Kagé’s way of keeping a hold on you… Has he even given you water? I’m going to get you water.”
Dante took a crystal water carafe from the debriefing table left from earlier that day. Turning, he saw a movement shimmer out of focus by the entranceway into the cavern.
“Kagé.” Hei spat, his eyes turning an unfathomable black. He replaced the carafe and drew his twin stilettos. “What are you doing here, Kagé?”
“I could ask the same thing of you, Hei Hatake…” He couldn’t place where the ethereal voice came from. The familiar charging sound of the floodlights made his instincts kick in, and he shielded his eyes, all the while dropping into a side roll. When he stood again, he opened his eyes to Kagé before him, smiling wickedly. “Good idea, but it didn’t work.” Kagé kicked Hei in the stomach, hard enough to go reeling into the table at his back, scattering glasses and carafes.
Groaning and disorientated, he was unable to react when Kagé grabbed his shoulders and drove in face-first into the cage bars infront of Jenday. Clutching his knives defensively, Hei turned and recalled his years of training as Dante.
“Hei I think I need to do some more training on you, to teach you who’s in charge around here.” Kagé warned softly, his feet apart and ready to move. The two cyborg guards readied their rubber bullet rounds and aimed silently, in perfect unison. He smiled, and they fired on him mercilessly, dropping him to the floor immediately.
“Kagé I’m going to fucking kill you!” Hei roared as he was pinned face-down on the familiar sofa of his master’s office by five men. He could hear the sounds of Kagé moving around the room, clattering pottery or something. He knew this wouldn’t be good. One of the guards proceeded to lift his cloak and shirt, baring his scarred, bruised and muscular back. Hei hissed fury, writhing beneath the men. “You’ll never make me yours, fuck you!” All he heard was the low chuckle of the man he hated.
“So, am I graced with the presence of Lord Hei right now?” Kagé asked, mocking.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, but you’re about to defile Dante’s body. Your assassin’s body.”
“Nothing that will hinder him, I promise you.” With that he felt Kagé’s weight straddle his lower back, sending him into another rage, balking wildly. The guards held him still as a whining buzz started behind him. “Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare!” Hei fumed, trying to turn his head to Kagé over him. The tattoo gun pierced his flesh with a pinprick sting, resonating across his entire back bloodcurdlingly.
“Stop moving or it’ll go wrong, Hei.”
Hei went still, more from exhaustion than compliance, “What are you doing?” He asked defensively, tensing under the strange pain.
“I’m giving you a tattoo.”
Idiot. “What of?”
“You’ll see.” Hei growled. “That dragon pendant around your neck,” Kagé said inquisitively, “Where’s it from?”
“Well, you see, in Tymeria the dragon is the symbol of freedom. It intrigues me that you wear it.”
“I’ve lived in Tymeria for years. The traditions just caught on with Dante.”
“It’s ironic, isn’t it?”
“I consider myself as free as anyone.”
“Oh dear, dear me,” Kagé chuckled. “How you deceive yourself.”
16 hours later, Kagé released Dante, but not before a final warning. “Dante or Hei?” He demanded flatly, looking him directly in the eye, almost nose-to-nose.
He swallowed fearfully, looking to one side, “Dante.” His back stung abominably and he just wanted to leave and see what Kagé had done to him.
“Shame.” They were alone now, and there was a funny look in Kagé’s eye. Dante started to back towards the door, turned and ran. The next thing he knew he was pinned between the door and Kagé’s body, and Kagé’s lips brushed his ear. Dante whimpered, screwing his eyes closed. Hands snaked slowly down his sides to his hips, holding him still. “One day, Hei, I will have you in every fathomable way, and you will never escape me.” Dante found himself facing his master, Kagé’s lips on his, his hand reluctantly stroking the bulge at Kagé’s crotch. “Don’t stop,” he hissed, his hips pinning Dante in his place.
He kneeled at his master’s feet, trembling, and eyes downcast. “Permission to leave, sir.”
“Granted,” Kagé replied, re-fastening his trousers and turning to his desk, a cool and professional air about him.
In the corridor, Dante came face to face with Stark. Dante startled visibly.
“You were in Kagé’s office.”
“Yeah,” Dante turned to his door, hastily unlocking it and stepping inside.
“I heard you shouting earlier.”
“You heard Hei shouting earlier, Stark.”
He sighed. “May I come in?”
“Go ahead,” Dante back in his chair by the dead fire while Stark went around lighting the numerous candles that illuminated his oversized room. He tried to pretend nothing had happened.
The pair sat in silence for a time, staring into the now-blazing fire. Dante couldn’t hold back any longer. “Kagé tattooed my back. I don’t know what he did. It was when… I was Hei… Kagé is angry with Hei. He’s ‘retraining’ me.”
“He tattooed you.” There was complete disbelief in his voice.
“I’m going to see what it is,” Dante said as he stood and removed his cloak and shirt, heading for the mirror. He heard Stark behind him stand, “That cruel, cruel bastard.”
Turning his back to the mirror, he froze. A strangled sound escaped his throat. A dragon, matching that on his pendant was drawn out in immense detail, with stunning Tymerian patterning. Written along the dragons every edge in the Tymerian language, were the words “I will never be free, I am the slave of Lord Kagé, and I will always belong to him” repeated over and over again. His heart dropped, but he hardened himself to the truth.
“Fuck him.” Dante murmured to himself. “I’m going out.” Grabbing £10,000 in £50 notes from his safe, he turned and left.
“Mistress La’liel, my lady.” Dante bowed deeply.
“Dante..?” La’liel opened the door to her cottage wider, eyes glassy with disbelief.
“Been a while,” he replied, smiling half-heartedly.
“I should have come and seen you… I’m sorry… 15 years alone with…”
“I handled it, it is ok. I wanted to get away from Kagé for a few hours. Are you busy?”
“No, no. Dante are you ok? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I just wanted to get away…” he replied weakly.
“You’re in shock. What’s wrong?” Concern.
“So much has happened today, La’liel… I don’t know what to do.”
“Please, come in. We have a lot of catching-up to do. Last time I saw you, Kagé was beating the shit out of you and that was but two days ago. I thought he might have let up on you by now.”
Dante sat heavily by the fire and dropped his hood, staring torturedly into the flames. “He’s got worse. La’liel… there are two people in my head. I don’t understand… Kagé calls me Dante. The other… me… is Hei, and Kagé thinks he’s stronger, but also harder to control. I can’t control him… Kagé can’t control him…”
“So he’s taking action over it… he’s trying to control him…” La’liel finished. “How long has this been happening? This second personality?”
“I think it’s been happening since the beginning, but it was hard to distinguish between the two of us. Now, he takes control of me completely. I can’t fight him.” Dante rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “The Guild assassin we caught, Kagé’s treating her awfully, and I can’t bear to see her go through what I did. I tried to help her but Kagé got involved… and then I got angry and Hei was there in my head. His cyborgs shot me down and he took me to his office… He tattooed my body and… and did other things to me… He can’t control us, so he tries to mentally incapacitate me. It’s working.”
“Oh, Dante…” La’liel was at a loss for words. In her eyes, he was still but a boy. “I don’t know what I can do.”
“I know,” Dante replied, standing suddenly, strengthening himself to go back.
“Dante sit down, have a drink.” La’liel offered a full tumbler of scotch. He took it gratefully.
“I just don’t know how much further he’ll take this,” Dante murmured, sinking down with a shuddering breath.
“This girl… you care about her?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing Kagé abuse her.”
La’liel sighed sadly. “I think, Dante, you must forget about her. Find any way you can, to get away from the reality of what’s happening to her. Take more contracts. Anything.”
“I hate that so, so much.” Hei gritted his teeth.
La’liel sat up, her eyes wide. “You’ve changed.”
“Hello, Mistress La’liel, you can call me Hei.” His eyes had turned glittering obsidian.
“Dante,” La’liel stood in alarm and headed for the door. “You need to leave.”
“But I’m not Dante.” Hei grinned wickedly.
Hei drew his belt knife slowly, sneaking forwards, prowling.
“Dante!” She shrieked, turning wildly and running into the courtyard. Hei wasn’t going to stop. “I’m not afraid to get Kagé involved in this if you don’t stop, please!” Terror etched her face.
“Hmm… Kagé. Oh dear,” he replied sardonically. Dante was furious with this invasion.
La’liel turned and ran, disappearing as she passed through the menagerie gate.
La’liel found herself in bright white corridors, and disorientated for a moment, began to panic. She bolted wildly away from the door she had just entered through and ran. “Kagé!!” she screamed, too terrified for dignity. The smooth laughter of Hei chased her every step. “Kagé!”
Ahead, she recognised the door of her ex-master, with its mahogany grandeur. Finding herself caught between two of the most terrifying men she knew, she burst through the double door to his office and stumbled to a halt on his Persian rug. Kagé was sat at his desk, stock still and his head tilted to one side. The shocked inquisition in his gorgeous eyes caught her off-guard, and she fell to her knees exhaustedly. He stood silently and glided smoothly across to her, kneeling at her side.
“What happened? Why are you here?” he asked gently, totally unlike the assassin and rapist she knew.
“Hei… He’s coming.” Kagé stood swiftly, drawing a knife from inside his modern-day suit jacket.
“Get behind me. Now,” he snapped, turning to face the door.
“Kagé?” a tentative voice hazarded from behind the ajar door. “Hei… he’s gone…”
“Dante,” Kagé snapped forcefully, reverting back to the cruel man La’liel had known all her life. She began to wonder if she should regret seeking him out. “Clothes, weapons, everything off and on the floor. Now!”
The voice seemed to calm, sounding like Dante once again. “Yes, sir.”
After a matter of seconds, Dante stepped from around the door, hands held harmlessly infront of him. Mistress La’liel gasped, taking in the sight of his scarred and abused body. The perfectly sculpted planes of his muscles were marred and tarnished with an innumerable number of scars, some looking deliberate. Three brands were visible down the left side of his neck and shoulder. A beautiful dragon pendant hung against his collar, catching the light filtering through the window. Visible curling around the edges of his neck and shoulder were tendrils of black ink.
Kagé took three strides across to Dante, and without a word grabbed his wrist, twisting him round and slamming him against the wall, his arm twisted high up his back. He grunted audibly. “If I do this will it make me see who I’m really talking to?”
“This.” Kagé put a pistol to his temple. La’liel watched Dante tense up entirely. His shoulders hunched and he turned his head as far as he could from the gun. The tremor in his body as he silently hid was enough to break La’liel’s trance.
“Kagé stop…” she whispered. He stopped.
“I leave you alone for two days and this is what I come to? Control yourself. I’m changing where you work. I’m posting you in America, New York on Earth. I own a corporation there. Weapons manufacture. I’m starting to do more work on Earth with this business. I can keep an eye on you.”
“But, Jenday? What about–”
“She’ll work in Tymeria. She’s nothing to me. Another assassin.”
“Do not question me, Dante Hatake! Get out, transfer begins tomorrow.”
“My room in Tymeria?”
“Yours to come and go to as you please. You’ll still have contracts there, and other areas of Sector 1 jurisdiction. Leave is as you wish, but you will have more permanent residence on Earth. Now get out, and I will find you tomorrow.”
Contains: Incest, young sex, watersports, anal, swinger sex, bisexuality, ambiguous gay play, vulgar dirty talk, seemingly degratory authoritarianism, slight spanking and breast abuse, and such. If things like that offend you, don't read any farther. This is some pretty taboo stuff in some countries. Also, if the thought of young characters makes you want to call Nancy Grace, get over it! It's just a story, written words. None of this has actually occurred! Your kids are safe. Again, change the channel and don't read it if thou art a prude and get offendeth at such things.
Chapter 1 : The Big Night
I'm not really sure how all of this started, but in the span of a mere few hours, the term "tight knit, loving family" suddenly took on a whole new meaning.
Me and my husband, Steve, a very handsome and athletic self employed personal trainer, had just left our friend's house, the Sanchez's, where the four of us had just engaged in one of the most intense and indulging 4 person orgies I had ever been a part of. You see, me and my husband are swingers. We openly seek out other married couples who also have an open outlook about sex. We feel sex shouldn't be kept to ourselves, not when there are so many other people out there wanting to do it as much as we were. And besides, variety is the spice of life.
That was how we met the Sanchez's. They were recommended to us by another couple we frequently swapped sex with. And when I heard that George Sanchez sported a thick, meaty 10 incher, I just HAD to try it out. Don't get me wrong. Steve has a very impressive cock of his own at 9 inches. But Linda, his wife, said the thickness of George's fat cock was his best asset at 2 inches across. Steve's dick was only 1 1/2 inches from side to side. Just the idea of having that thick monster crammed up my waxed cunt when she described it to me was enough to make me cumm on myself.
We were nearly home now. Only a couple more miles until we reached the house. I was looking through the pictures we had taken of the four of us having sex on my digital camera, fondly recalling each wild encounter. One pic showed me and Linda both licking George's hard cock as we mugged for my husband, who was taking the picture. The next one showed Linda forcing my head down upon the entire length of his massive hard on. I could see the bulge it made in my neck from the outside.
The next image showed Linda grasping the hard shaft and slapping me across the cheeks with it. She liked to do a little bit of demeaning sex on her female partners, which was fine with me. I like it when our orgies get a little dirty like that. I recalled while she was tapping me across the face with her husband's meaty cock, she was talking dirty at the same time, which only made me that much hornier.
"*WHACK-WHACK* Yeah, you fucking bitch! You want this big dick? You want to suck my husband's fucking fat dick, you dirty fucking bitch? *WHACK* You dirty fucking cunt! *WHACK*"
I chased the end of his stiff cock hungrily with my open mouth as she swung it around in front of my face like a teasing toy. When I did manage to capture it with my succulent lips, Linda would grab the back of my head and shove it down into my constricting throat cruelly, forcing me to suppress my gag reflex and allowing her husband to buck his slim hips up and down to throat fuck me swiftly until I needed to catch my breath again. But it was long established and agreed to back when we first started swinging with the Sanchez's, what we were allowed to do upon one another. And one of my kinks was to be manhandled like this. Steve didn't even have to touch himself sometimes to get off when I did it. Just the sight of someone treating me like this was enough to make him cumm.
As we turned the corner a block away from the house, I held out the camera and said "Steve, I think we outdid ourselves tonight. These pictures are wonderful. Just look at the way Linda dropped her pussy down on that new 12 inch dildo she bought. It had to have touched the top of her uterus."
Steve quickly glanced over at the camera and grinned at Linda's dexterity and ability to take on the huge phallus.
Grinning, he replied "Yeah, she's a real trooper.".
"I was to scared to take it all the way into my pussy like that, but I think I will the next time we're over there."
"I figure if you can handle George's dick, another couple of inches won't be any problem for you."
He winked at me as if to assert his point. I smiled back at him for encouraging me.
We reached our house and turned into the driveway, fairly silently since our car was so quiet. I wondered how our children were inside, whether they had messed up the entire house while we were away or if they had actually done as they promised us and actually kept it tidy.
We have two children. Hannah, our oldest at 12, and Josh, our 10 year old son. Hannah had long, flowing blonde hair like her statuesque, physically fit father (his wasn't long, but it was just as soft and fair as Hannahs). She was about 4 ft 8, slender, and just starting to blossom into a beautiful woman. Our son Josh had brown hair like mine, was a little shorter than Hannah, and was a typical boy in every sense. He liked sports and frogs and dirt and just about everything else that differentiates a male from a female. He hardly ever came home to eat supper that he didn't need to take a bath first.
We have only recently been letting Hannah babysit Josh for us when we went out for a little swinging fun to make a little extra money to suppliment her allowance. She had proven to us that she was mature enough to not need a babysitter for herself anymore, but we still needed one for Josh since he was only 10. She volunteered to be his babysitter as long as we paid her the same as we did our other babysitters. Josh seemed to be fairly enthusiastic about the arrangement himself, so we let her start watching her little brother for us.
We never told the kids what me and Steve were always going out to do. We had been going out swinging for so long that they were used to being left with a babysitter 3-4 times a month from the time they were little kids. We told them it was a function that only allowed adults to participate in, and they accepted that explaination. We never held an orgy at our house unless the kids were away at their grandparents or both spending the night at their friend's houses. We didn't want them exposed to our unorthodox fetish.
Once we parked the car, we got out and headed for the front door. But before we could open it, I just happened to remember I had left out patio furniture all over the back yard this afternoon when me and Hannah were sunbathing.
I grabbed Steve's arm and said "Wait a minute. Come back here and help me put the chairs up against the house. I heard there was a 50% chance of thunderstorms tonight and it will blow them all over the place."
Steve grunted playfully, but he let me tow him through the wooden gate into the back yard. He grabbed two of the long lawn chairs to my one, and we folded them up and leaned them against the wall of the house. After a quick survey to make sure there wasn't any more loose furnishings in the area, we walked alongside the outer wall arm in arm silently.
Just as we passed by the 5 ft high half window attached to the bathroom, I could hear voices coming from within the house through the open window. I instantly recognized our daughter Hannah's voice. But what she said was something I was totally unprepared to hear.
She said "Tell me what you want to do to me again."
Then all of a sudden, me and my husband heard Josh obediently reply "I want to lick your titties again."
Me and Steve both looked at each other in total confusion. My husband started to utter "What the f…." when our little son said that to his own sister. I put my hand up to his mouth and silenced him before he could give away our position.
I whispered to him "Wait a minute, Steve. This can't be as bad as it sounded. I want to hear some more before we go in there and start yelling at them."
He moved his mouth and whispered "But he just said he wanted to suck her tits! Did you not just hear him say that?"
"Yes, I heard him. But lets listen in and get all the facts first. Okay?"
Steve relented and stayed quiet. We both eased underneath the window and stealthfully peered into the bathroom window. What we observed was to be a turning point in our family's livelihood.
Josh was standing in the bathtub completely naked and facing his impetuous sister. There was soapy water in the tub, so I assumed this had started off as a normal bath and skewed way off.
Hannah stood facing her little brother in her underwear, which consisted of a white training bra and a pair of red thong panties, which I recognized as having come from my own dresser. The string in the back was firmly wedged up into her ass crack, fully exposing her ass cheeks to the world. She had them pulled really high up on her slim hips, which gave her thighs a somewhat Baywatch look and appeal. Had she not been my own little daughter, I would have admired how sexy she looked in the outfit. To tell you the truth, I still did think that.
My husband was peeping in through the lower corner of the window watching them both. I could tell he was still pretty upset over what they were doing, but I grabbed his hand to keep him calm until we could ascertain exactly what the our children were actually doing in the bathroom.
Hannah reached up to her flimsy bra and rubbed her small hands across her budding breasts seductively in front of her younger brother.
She said "You mean THESE titties, you little perv?".
Her hands slid across the lacy fabric slowly. Josh's yearning stare never left her chest.
"Y-Yes….please." he responded.
"Okay then, little boy. I'll grant you your wish on one condition. You will have to do everything I tell you to do afterward. Agreed?"
He nodded without ever averting his impressionable eyes away from her groping hands and small breasts.
"Very well, then. Here's your prize." she told him.
Hannah reached her hands up to the clasp holding the two cups of the flimsy bra together and let it go. Once loosed, she flung the under garment to the floor. Both of her emerging breasts were now exposed. Josh's eyes opened wide and he grinned devilishly at his older sister.
Steve was beside himself. I had to pull him away from the window so the kids didn't hear us. He was ready to storm into the house and cause a very big commotion, but I stopped him.
In a low but aggravated voice, he exclaimed "I'm gonna beat their asses for this. Look what they're doing in there!"
I put my hands upon his shoulders and looked him in the eye. I said softly "Now wait a minute, Steve. If you go in there and start screaming and whipping them, they're gonna get a complex about sex, thinking it's a dirty and evil act. You'll scar them for life. I don't want them to grow up into one of those prudes who waits until they're 40 before they have sex. We need to see just how far this goes so we can respond to it calmly and rationally."
Steve heeded my words and calmed down. He wasn't too thrilled with what our kids were doing in there, but he was willing to handle it my way for the moment.
We slithered back up to the open window and peered inside the well lit room. I was glad that it was so high off of the ground so the neighbors couldn't see what they were doing in the bathroom.
Josh was holding himself up with his hands on Hannah's hips. He was leaned forward and was applying great suction upon her smooth nipple as if he was breast feeding upon her. Hannah had her hands on his face as if to guide his lips to her small mammaries. Every now and then she would push his face to the opposite nipple and hold him there until he began suckling upon the new nipple. Both of them were hard and standing straight out from her light pink, smooth aureolas surrounding the small lumps.
Hannah said "Mmmmmm, that feels good, you little shit. You keep sucking on my titties until I tell you to stop, you pervert. Sucking on your big sister's tits turns you on, doesn't it?"
He murmured "Mmmm-Hmmm." as he nursed upon the pointed teats on his sister's chest.
Steve was still wanting to storm inside and break up their little incestuous tryst, but I kept calming him down. The longer we both watched our young children act so perverted with each other, the easier it was to calm my normally staunch husband down each time. It was almost like he was starting to think of it purely as a sexual act instead of our kids committing incest. Pretty soo, he hardly acted offended at all. He was starting to look more like a Peeping Tom instead of a concerned parent.
I couldn't deny that I was getting a bit turned on from watching the kids defile themselves in front of us so willingly. I had never really thought much about child porn outside of the occasional rare posting of it on one of the many Chan boards that litter the internet. I was an advocate for the stop of it for the most part. But as I watched and stared at my two darling children through the window, my lusts were starting to build up like a guilty pleasure from seeing these two innocent children engage in foreplay together. And I suspect my husband was enjoying the act as well from the emerging bulge building up inside of his pants.
I watched our kids as Hannah made Josh feed upon her pointed breasts to her satisfaction. When her hard nipples began to get sore, she pulled his face away from her chest and stood him back up in the sudsy water in the bath tub. They were both reddened and hard as a rock, pink aureola and all.
"Okay…", she said, "… you did very well. Now it's my turn to see you do something. Start rubbing your little dick until it gets hard. Do it!"
Josh dropped one of his hands down to his soft penis and began rubbing his outstretched fingers against the small flap of skin. It slowly started to stand straight out about 4 inches from his groin. It was a little thicker than Steve's thumb.
Hannah watched gleefully as her little brother masturbated himself to a firm stiffy for her. Once it got hard, he grasped it with his clenched hand and stroked it back and forth steadily. Apparently he was no stranger to the act.
Hannah chimed in. "Very nice dick, my little pervert. Just keep jacking it off while I get out of these tight panties."
She put her thumbs into the top of the thong at her hips and slid the thin garment down into the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side out of the way. Now me and Steve could see her entire nude body. For her lack of age, she was turning out to be a very gorgeous hottie, a fact that my ever staring husband had realized as well.
Her transfixed father was eyeballing her entire nude body lustfully. His gazed worked its way down from her small, firm breasts to her flat belly to her curvaceous round ass to her slight tuft of pubic hair on her front. It caught me by surprise to see him drop his normal over-protective nature over Hannah and start ogling her like he does other women. It turned me on watching him get off to her nakedness. His zipper was about to burst. His dick was hard enough to hammer a nail into wood right now.
We both watched Hannah step inside the bath tub and join Josh in the warm water. She made him stand with his back against the rear wall and kneeled directly in front of him. She looked up at her hapless brother and grinned slyly.
"Now let go of your dick and stand still while I have my way with it." she ordered.
Josh let go of his hard member and put his hands on top of his sister's pretty head. Hannah put her wet hand upon his dick and stroked it back and forth for him steadily.
She said "You have a pretty nice dick for your age, you dirty little fuck. I wish it was a big as Daddy's dick, but it will do for now."
Did we just hear her correctly? Did Hannah just refer to her own fathers cock as if she had seen it first hand? I looked over at my husband perplexed, assuming that he had committed incest with her already.
He immediately whispered "I don't know how she knows what my dick looks like. I've…. we've never done anything like that, I swear!". He steadfastly asserted his innocence over and over.
Then I thought about the pictures we take during our swinging sessions. I had them hidden on my laptop. Did they somehow discover the files on my hard drive, I wondered?
I decided to defer judgment on my husband until I found out for sure. With a quick leer, I turned my attention back to the children, as did their father nervously.
Hannah was cradling her brother's small ball sack with her soapy hand, rubbing the suds all over his small cock and scrotum methodically and enjoying how each one felt in her wet hand.
"Do you like it when I play with your dick and balls, perv?" she asked him.
Josh muttered "Yeeeeeah!", grinning from ear to ear.
"What do you want me to do with them, you little fucker?" She grinned wide awaiting his reply.
He uttered "I want you to suck my dick like Mommy does Daddy!"
This time Steve looked at me as if *I* had had sex in front of the kids.
"I…. I don't know what he's talking about." I said in a low voice so the kids wouldn't hear me and shaking my head. "They must have found our stash of pics or something. I swear I don't know."
We both peered back into the window to watch the dirty unfolding developments.
"If you'd like me to suck it like Mommy does, then you have to call me 'Mommy' while I do it. Understand?"
Josh nodded and smiled devilishly at his older sister.
He looked her in the eye and said "Suck my big dick, Mommy. Suck my dick, you nasty slut! Put my dirty dick in your dirty mouth and suck your little boys dick for him."
I was stunned. I had never heard our son talk so vulgarly like this before in his whole life. He must have found those pics and videos we keep hidden on our laptop. That was the only explanation we could come up with. Those were some of the words I let men call me during sex, and they were in those files. How did they unlock those encrypted files, though? I had a password set on them to keep anyone from seeing them.
I know we should have ended this way before it escalated this far, but mine and my husband's perverseness overtook our rationality. We allowed it to happen…. and secretly, we wanted it to happen.
Hannah looked up at her little brother and said "You want Mommy to suck your hard dick like this, baby?"
My preteen daughter opened her mouth wide, jutted out her slippery tongue, and licked the underside of his small hard cock like an ice cream.
Josh moaned "Ahhhhhnnnnnn!" and closed his eyes.
Hannah licked her salivating tongue all over the stiff member carefully. Josh gripped her long blonde hair and pulled her face closer to his exposed hairless groin. when his little cock got near her lips, she opened wide and took the entire firm penis into her willing mouth and started sucking it hard.
As his sister sucked him off, he whispered "That's it, Mommy. Suck my nasty dick, you fucking cock slut! Suck it harder, you fucking bitch!"
In response to his derrogatory talk, Hannah reacted much like I would have in that situation. Every now and then she would remove her mouth from his hard on and talk back at him.
"Mmmmmm, I love my baby's little cock. I can taste you dick. It tastes great. Mommy likes sucking her little boy's hard dick for him. I love your fucking cock in my mouth, baby! I want it soooo bad, baby!"
I was getting so turned on from their incest that I unconsciously unzipped my shorts and slipped my hand down underneath my wet thong to my dripping pussy lips. I rubbed my fingers around on the moist labia as I watched our children act so lewdly on one another.
I heard Steve mutter under his breath "Yeah, Hannah, suck his dick. Do it, you little slut. So beautiful…. so dirty.". He was biting his bottom lip in anticipation.
He looked over at me and saw I was playing with myself. He grinned lustfully.
"Now I know how much of a slut you are. You're masturbating to them having sex, you perverted bitch."
I said "I'm not the only one, you dirty bastard! Look at your dick."
We both let our eyes drop down to the massive bulge pressing against his zipper.
All he could say was "Well, I …."
"You dirty shit! You're just as horny as I am right now. What, does the sight of little girls get you off or something?" I said it smiling in jest since I was just as guilty as he was.
"No, I'm not a pedophile. I… I just think it's hot peeping in on them is all."
"I have a dirty thought. Why don't we go in there and join them?" I suggested, awaiting his response.
He looked at me funny at first as if I were kidding. When I indicated I was indeed serious, he balked at first.
He stammered nervously "We can't….. I mean, it's illegal, Barbara. If we got caught, we'd all go to jail."
"Right now, as horny as I am, I don't care. I want to be the one sucking oh Josh in there. And from the way you're acting, you wish you were Josh right now with Hannah's lips around your hard cock. Am I right?"
He didn't reply right away. He was pondering the proposal I had given him. Apparently the kids had somehow seen the hidden pics and videos on my laptop and acted like they might be willing participants. Steve just had to overcome his own apprehensions about incest and kid sex.
Finally after a good minute of intense thought, he grinned and said "In for a dime, in for a dollar."
I zipped up my shorts and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the front door, where we slipped in silently so as not to alert the children we had come home early. We both slipped out of our clothing, then headed down the hallway to the bathroom. The door was open about halfway. We peeked in and saw Hannah from behind still giving her younger brother a hearty blowjob. Her head was bobbing steadily up and down upon his little cock. Josh's hands were pulling her face down upon his groin with his eyes closed.
I stepped inside and said "Looks like we have a couple of naughty children tonight."
I'm not sure wghat startled the children more, hearing my voice all of a sudden or seeing their parents completely nude. Steve's hard was very obvious.
They both ducked down behind the security of the tub edge, as if that was somehow going to protect them from any wrath they were about to encounter. Only their eyes could be seen above the rim. Their eyes showed stark terror at having been caught.
Neither of the children would speak out of fear. Steve broke the silence and said "So…. what's going on in here?"
It was almost 30 seconds before Hannah finally replied. We… I… We were….. just taking a bath is all."
I said "Yes, we saw how well you were washing his little pecker with your mouth."
Hannah's head dropped down behind the bath tub and she said, scared "Oh my god… Oh my god… Oh my god…"
Josh, ever the self preservationist, tried to downplay his participation in the act.
"She MADE me do it! I didn't want to, but she made me!", he exclaimed.
Furious, Hannah hit im in the arm and yelledd "You liar! You wanted to do it as much as me!"
Fearing their outcries might be heard outside, I stepped over to the open window, latched it shut, and closed the curtains before anyone else heard or saw anything.
"Keep it down, you two!" I ordered. "We can't have anyone else know about this."
Hannah looked up at me with dread in her eyes and asked "Are… are we in big trouble, Mommy?"
I sat down on the edge of the tub next to them. Steve sat down upon the bath tub at the opposite end with one leg in and one outside of it. His long cock was very visible floating above the edge in plain sight.
I said "I know we should be mad, but we're not. You're just curious about sex is all. That's completely normal. We're just afraid you might have the wrong impression about how it's done. Did you find Mommy's and Daddy's hidden pictures and videos?"
Sheepishly, they both replied "Yes."
"That's what I was afraid of. You see, sometimes Mommies and Daddies like to do things during sex that cater to each other's wants and likes, like the dirty talk you saw us do to each other in those videos. For us, it makes our sex more fun. Everyone has their own favorite thing they like to do during sex."
Josh spoke up and asked "But Mommy, it wasn't just you and Daddy having sex. I saw you and him have sex with other people, too."
I blushed at him calling us out on our lack of monogamy. For once, I felt slightly ashamed of our swinging lifestyle.
I said "Yes, baby. We did. Me and your father are what they call 'swingers'. Even though we love each other completely, we like to spice up our love life with a little variety sometimes, so we ask trust worthy, clean couples if they would like to have sex with us."
The children's fears were starting to abate as we became more candid with them about our sex life. We explained the encounters we had with others at motels and such. We told them you can still love just one person. The extra marital sex was just that; Sex. It was a means to give pleasure to our bodies when it was done with others. But it was special when it was just a mom and dad alone together. They seemed to grasp the concept and accept it.
Then came the big question. "How long have you two been having sex like this?, I asked.
Hannah replied "A-About 2 months. I was using your laptop to do my homework one day when I saw the folder that had a password on it. I got curious and tried like a hundred words on it to open it. Then I finally happened to think of grandma's maiden name, 'Johnson'. The file opened up and I saw all of the porn inside of it. But it wasn't regular porn. It was porn of you two. You sucking daddy and those other men. Daddy having sex with you and other women. You having sex with two men together in your butt and your pussy. All kinds."
Now I was really ashamed. My poor daughter had to learn about her parent's deviant behavior from the smut I kept on my laptop.
"I'm so sorry you found out about us that way, but I'm sure we would have never told you about it anyway, to protect you. I'm so sorry, baby."
My eyes got a little teary from my shame, so Hannah leaned over and hugged me to comfort me.
"It's okay, Mommy. As long as you and Daddy like doing it, it's fine by us."
I hugged my sweet little daughter tightly against my bare skin for giving me her forgiveness.
Then Josh suddenly asked us "Hey! Why are you two naked?" with a perplexed look upon his young, naive face.
Steve was at a loss for words and had no reply for him. I interjected and said "Well, baby, me and Daddy were watching you two from outside and …… well, the way you were calling each other 'Mommy' and stuff made us a little bit horny."
Hannah let go of me and asked "Y-You heard us outside?", fearing they might be in trouble for it.
"Yes, we did, baby. That's one thing we need to clear up right away, now that the cats out of the bag, so to speak. If you intend to keep doing this, you have to be more careful. Anyone could have heard and seen you from out there. The window was open, as were the curtains. You could have been caught, and that would mean bad news for ALL of us."
Hannah frowned. "We could go to jail?"
"You guys, probably not since you're so young. But they could send you two off to a foster home somewhere. and we, as parents, could go to jail for allowing it to happen. So you both have to promise not to do this again without being more careful and checking with us first. Okay?"
"Okay, Mommy." she said, smiling that we weren't going to punish them for their depraved behavior.
Steve asked them "Do you know what this kind of sex is called?"
Neither Hannah nor Josh could answer him.
"It's called 'Incest'. That's the word they use when people in the same family have sex with each other, like kids, parents and kids, and such. The world doesn't like the word too well, either. They feel it's wrong for family members to have sex with each other. There are some dangers to the baby if the parents are related too closely, too."
"Like what?" Hannah asked.
"There have been cases where babies made during incest had deformities, like missing fingers, legs, and stuff. That's why we'll have to start you on birth control so nothing like that happens to you, Hannah."
She joked "I'm too young to have a baby, Daddy."
"No, I'm afraid you're not now that you started having your period. That makes you able to have kids."
"It does?" she said unbelieving.
I said "Yes, it does. The bleeding every month is an indication that your womb is ready to make babies, so like your Daddy said, we'll make an appointment with the doctor and get you started on the Pill this week. You're just lucky that your brother is too young to make strong sperm yet."
Hannah and Josh seemed relieved that we were on board with their newfound incestuous desires. They no longer tried to hide their nudity from us. Steve rubbed his hand through Josh's hair and grinned his consent at him. Hannah hugged me first, then went to the opposite end of the bath tub and hugged her father as well for being so cool about the whole situation. Josh hugged up against me as they embraced.
I noticed as Hannah and her father hugged, Steve's right hand slipped up underneath her ass to pull her closer to his naked body. She didn't seem to mind the feel of her father's hand on her bare ass, which led me to believe she might be receptive to what I had planned for all of us.
Once all the hugging was over, I said "I think it's time to move this to another room so we can discuss it a little further. Let's all go into our room."
Hannah looked at our nudity and asked "Are… are you guys gonna do it with US in the room?"
I replied "We're going to talk a little more about what you guys found out about me and your father. Then, we'll see how the evening goes from there."
Not sure how she felt about actually seeing us have sex in person versus just seeing us in action in a video, Hannah seemed a little apprehensive and shy now. Josh seemed really enthusiastic about the whole affair.
I told them "You two get dried off and meet us in our room."
I stood up and reached for Steve's hand to help him to his feet. We both left the kids alone and headed for our bedroom. We had just turned on the light and sat down on the bed when they both came into view, still as naked as they were in the bath tub. The kids climbed up onto the foot of the bed facing toward us and sat down indian style, awaiting what we had to tell them. It gave me and Steve a perfect view of their immature genetalia.
I grabbed the laptop from my night stand and browsed until I found my passworded folder. I opened it to view all of the file names, then turned my attention to the children.
I started us out. "Now then, me and your father want to take this time to answer any questions you may have, either about our swinging lifestyle or about sex in general. Don't be afraid. There is no question that is tabboo here. Ask us anything…. anything at all."
I peered at them as they concentrated hard for the right questions to ask us. Hannah was the first to speak.
"Mommy….. I-I wanted to ask you why you and Daddy like to have sex with other people. Don't you love each other anymore?"
I laid my hand upon Steve's and said "Yes, I love your father very much, and he loves me with all of his heart. Like I said earlier, swinging is just a sexual preference, or fetish, we like to do. It makes our sex kinkier and more enjoyable."
Steve kissed me on the lips to show his affection for me, to reassure the kids that we were indeed in love.
Josh was next. He asked us "Why do you guys talk so dirty when you have sex? You talked really dirty to each other in those videos."
Steve said "Well, sport, your mother is a bit of slut during sex. Do you know what a slut is?"
Hannah said "It's when a woman likes a lot of sex."
"Not just a lot of sex, but kinky sex, too. Kinky sex is when someone acts a little more dirty to make their partner happy. Say you had a fantasy about having sex with a famous movie star. Your partner might dress up as that actor or actress and talk like them during sex to make it more believable. It just so happens that I like to hear dirty talk during sex. And your father just happens to like doing it to me. We both get hornier when we do it to each other. We know the words are just for sex. When your father calls me a 'slut" or a 'whore' during sex, he doesn't really think of me that way. It's all pretend."
Hannah asked "You really like it when other men and women have sex with you, Mommy?"
"Yes, I do, baby. I guess you saw me do some pretty strange things on those videos, didn't you?"
They both replied together "Yeah."
Hannah said "I… I saw you sucking on men's penises. I saw you licking on other women's pussies. I saw you having sex in your pussy and your butt, sometimes at the same time. I saw Daddy licking on women's pussies. And I saw Daddy pull his dick out of a woman's butt and put it in your mouth."
I was taken aback with my daughter's candor in describing our sexual antics with such detail.
"I guess you did see most of them. What else?" I said ashamedly.
"I saw Daddy and other men treat you like…. like a slut. They would hit you across the face with their penises and make you act like a slave to suck it. They said such dirty words to you when they did it."
"Words like what? You can say them tonight."
Hannah got a sly grin on her face as if she had been given the key to get away with something she always wanted to do.
"They…. they called you a 'slut', and 'whore', and 'bitch', and they cussed a lot, too. They said the F word…"
"The F word?" I queried, knowing the whole time what she meant. I just wanted to hear her say it.
"You know, the F word. Fuck."
"Yeah, that's part of the dirty talk. How did they say it?"
Hannah was shy to say it, but finally blurted out "They said 'Eat that nasty dick, you fucking whore!' and 'Fucking bitch' and stuff to you."
"What did you think about that?" I asked her.
She said "I dunno? When I first watched the videos, I didn't like them saying that to you. But the more I watched the videos, it didn't bother me so much anymore."
"Yeah, I heard your brother say it to you when you were sucking on his dick in the bath tub. You seemed to like it when he talked to you that way."
"I guess I did, Mommy. Like you said, it made me more horny when Josh talked like that to me."
I smiled and said "I guess you inherited the love of the dirty talk from your perverted ol' mother. Ha Ha."
Steve cut in and asked "Just how far have you two gone with each other? Have you had sex yet?"
Josh said "Yeah, you saw us doing it in the bath tub, remember?"
Not getting his point across, Steve asked once more. "I mean, have you had official sex. Have you put your dick into your sister's pussy yet?"
Josh and Hannah seemed to like it when we didn't censor ourselves and use kid friendly words like "pee-pee" or "poo-nanny" like we normally do around them to describe their genitals.
Josh replied proudly "Yeah, we've done sex like that before. We just didn't get that far tonight."
"I see." he said sadly.
Although Steve was disappointed that his once innocent little girl wasn't so pure anymore, he took solace in the fact that he could see her beautiful puffy pussy splayed between her spread thighs right in front of him on the bed. She looked a lot like the big eyed gum chewing girl in the remake of Willy Wonka. Her face was so gorgeous. And Steve was realizing just how attractive his little naked daughter was.
"Are there any more questions?" I asked the kids.
Josh asked "Mommy, can I feel your boobies? And I think Hannah wants to touch Daddy's dick, too."
Hannah was shocked he would blurt that out like that about her. She pushed him slightly and said "Get out! Don't tell them that!", not really upset at her little brother. She did seem a little relieved that she didn't have to ask us to do it.
I told them "You two can come touch anything you want on us. Come over here and get a free feel on Mommy. It's okay. Anything you want tonight."
Josh got up on his knees and crawled over beside me on the king sized matress. I grabbed his small hand and placed it on my heaving D-cup breast. He took the hint and started groping my tits heartily. Feeling your own son feel you up is an enthralling experience the first time he does it. I leaned back against the headboard and moaned softly as I watched him rub and squeeze and lightly pinch my large breasts.
Hannah was a little more reserved than her over anxious brother. Steve had to hold out his hand to her to goad her into moving from her spot. She finally extended her arm and took hold of her father's hand, allowing him to lead her over beside his naked body.
Steve told her "I know of a great way you can feel my dick, honey."
He got her under the arms and sat her down right on his muscular thighs facing toward him. He slid her hips forward until her semi bald slit was touching right against the underside of his thick cock. He grabbed her smooth hands and gently laid them both on the shaft of his dick, moving them in an up and down motion.
"See, Hannah, it's okay. Go ahead and rub it all you want. It feels really good, baby."
Hannah took over and began stroking his erection on her own now. She had a lusty expression on her pretty face as she pulled on her father's loose foreskin, causing it to reveal the tapered reddish head of his 9 inch cock. Once she became accustomed to the feel of his dick in her hands, her strokes became faster. He had to stop her.
"Easy, baby. Go slower. I'd hate to shoot my cumm in your face." he said.
Hannah slowed down and jacked off her father with steady, slower strokes.
"What do you think about your dirty Daddy's dick, Hannah?" I asked
She smiled and said "I like it, Mommy. It's so big and hard. I love how it feels in my hands."
"Why don't you give it a little kiss, baby." I suggested. I could tell she was yearning to do just that. She kept licking her lips thinking about it the whole time she was jacking him off.
She looked up at her father as if to ask permission.
He told her "Go ahead, baby. It's all yours. Do whatever you want to with it."
Her hands stopped moving up and down. Now she just held it still in front of her. It reached nearly to her small breasts. Slowly, she lowered her gorgeous face to the end of his erection, opened her mouth all the way, and put the smooth head of her father's cock into her mouth. Steve gasped loudly as her small lips brushed against the sensitive glans skin. He nearly came in her mouth as she ingested it. His hands were grasping the cover blanket tightly.
He exclaimed loudly "Holy fuck, baby, that feels so good on Daddy! Oh shit! My little baby is sucking her Daddy's big dick! Mmmmmmmm…."
His cries of pleasure encouraged Hannah to do what she had seen her own mother, as well as countless other women in the videos, do to her horny father. I saw her cheeks sink in as she inhaled deeply on his thick cock. Steve was bucking a little now trying to suppress the immense pleasure his immature little daughter was applying upon his erection. Hannah bobbed her pretty face up and down upon his cock, sucking in hard when her head would come up. Steve squirmed in place but didn't try to move her head away from his dick.
As they caroused beside us on the bed, Josh was now sucking on my hard nipples as if to extract milk from them as he had as a baby. I held his head against my massive tits and let him suck as hard as he wanted to on them both. It felt so wonderful to have him nurse upon them again after so many years.
I reached my hand down to his groin and started stroking his little cock until it was as rigid as it was with Hannah in the bathroom. His hips involuntarily hunched against my hand as I stroked him steadily.
Steve was about to burst over there. He pulled Hannah's mouth off of his dick and said "Holy shit, baby, you're gonna make me cumm. Come up here and give me a kiss so I can calm down a little."
Hannah was expecting her father to give her the usual quick, friendly kiss like we always did. But he surprised her when he opened his mouth and pushed his long tongue past her lips and teeth and started french kissing her tongue inside. Going with it, she opened her mouth as well and returned the gesture to his tongue.
Watching the two of them kissing each other so passionately gave me dirty thoughts.
I pulled Josh's mouth from my nipple and slid down on the bed.
I said "Climb up on me, baby. I want your hard dick in my mouth. Come up here and fuck Mommy in the face. I want it so bad."
Ever the obedient trooper, Josh straddled my head on his knees and put his small pecker on my chin. I slid him forward and wrapped my full lips around the 4 inch dick and sucked on it heavily. I scrubbed my long tongue all over it, causing my son to start hunching ny face automatically. He had to grab onto the headboard to support his quick thrusts in my mouth.
Steve saw us going at it like animals and got the same idea.
He broke his liplock with Hannah and said "Lets do that, honey. I want to eat your little pussy so bad! Get up on my face so I can eat out my dirty little girl's pussy."
Our daughter smiled broadly and moved out of the way so Steve could lay down on the bed. He guided her into position. He had her kneel in a 69 with her puffy gash right over his licking lips. She braced her upper body on her slender and waited for him to begin on her pussy.
The moment his long tongue started lapping at the soft, pink flesh of her womanhood, she gasped out loud and her eyes opened wide.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" she kept exclaiming aloud for all to hear. "OH MY GOD, Daddy! That feels so goooood! Ahnnnnnnnn!"
Her slim hips grinded against her father's experienced mouth as a reflex. Steve had to grab her round ass cheeks and hold her down to keep her in place.
He darted the entire length of his 4 inch tongue up into her tight pussy. The more he probed and licked on her excited groin, the harder she would grind against his tongue.
Josh was furiously hunching his small cock in and out of my hungry mouth, but his attention was on his horny sister reacting to her father's cunnilingus on her preteen cunt. He reached one hand over to her gyrating ass and squeezed the nearest ass cheek firmly. Hannah looked over at him and jutted her tongue out at him lewdly.
She said to him "Look at Daddy eating my nasty pussy, Josh. It feels so good. His tongue is up inside my pussy right now. Mmmmmm, it feels so good inside me."
Josh's small hips were slamming his little dick into my mouth at breakneck speed. Then all of a sudden he froze in place. I could feel a thin liquid squirting onto my tongue. i immediately knew what it was, even though it wasn't thick and musky like his father gives to me. My little boy was cumming in his mother's mouth.
He grunted "NNNNNNgggghhhhh!!!" as his immature balls pumped a good 1/4 cup full of clear seminal fluid into my mouth. I collected it in my cheeks until he finally let go of the headboard and collapsed onto the bed between me and his father. His spent pecker started softening now that it had accomplished it goal of ejaculating. Josh just layed there and trembled from his intense orgasm grining from ear to ear.
I sounded funny trying to talk with a mouth full of undeveloped sperm, but I managed to say "Oh my got, Steve. Your son just cummt in mah mouf!"
He stopped licking at Hannah's puffy slit just long enough to say "Thatta boy!", then he resumed his assault on our daughter's immature groin.
Not wanting it to go to waste, I moved my head down to Steve's groin. Hannah watch me with great interest as I got into position near his erection and signaled for her to lean forward. She did as I asked and layed down on her father's taut stomach until her head was across from me. I grabbed the back of her head and frenched her heartily. She did the same, only she didn't know I still had the sperm in my mouth. I pushed some of it onto her small tongue, then twisted my own tongue all around on hers to smear it in her mouth.
The taste of her brothers sperm was unexpected, but not a new experience. He had frequently ejaculated into her mouth during their incestuous encounters. It just felt strange to her to have her own mother forcing it upon her. Hannah didn't pull away from my kiss, though. She accepted it and french kissed me back sorrdidly. We continued until every drop of Josh's clear sperm was swallowed into our throats.
When we separated, I grabbed Steve's long dick and said "Now you're gonna see a pro in action, baby."
I got up on my knees over my husband's thighs facing toward Hannah so she could get a good view of what I was doing. I leaned sideways and guided the tip of his stiff cock up to the entrance of my wet, shaved pussy, then dropped my weight back down slowly until I had impaled my cunt upon the entire length of it. I leaned back and propped my upper body on my extended arms that were braced upon Steve's shins.
I looked down at Hannah with a lusty glare and told her "Watch me fuck my pussy with your Daddy's big, fat dick, baby! Watch closely."
I slid my ass back a little, then thrust it forward once more. Her father's hard cock slid out about 5 inches, then slid back up inside my slippery pussy. As I fucked myself on the long erection, Hannah's eyes never left my groin. I got a good rythym of rocking back and forth going, enjoying every inch of his dick as it stretched my aching pussy cruelly.
Steve was eating out our little girl's tender tight pussy with sloppy noises. He was grunting and moaning as if he were a hog rooting around for something to eat. Then suddenly he said "Get ready for it, baby. Here I go."
I knew what he was about to do to her, so I leaned forward and held her shoulders down against his belly. Then all of a sudden she shrieked and groaned out loud.
"YeeeeeeeeAAAAAHHHHH!" she cried out at the unfamiliar feeling.
Steve held her ass down against his chest as she tried to squirm away, but we held her in place. Her father had spread her round little ass cheeks apart and forced his long tongue up inside her tight unwitting asshole. Her legs started flailing around as she attempted to get free, but she was trapped.
I looked down at her and said "It's okay, baby. It'll feel good in a moment. Just let him do it to you."
Steve jammed his long tongue up into her anus and rectal cavity hungrily. After a minute or so, she stopped squirming around and started purring from it.
"Mmmmmmmmm…." she hummed contentedly.
"See, I told you it would feel good, baby. Daddy's eating out your dirty asshole for you. He does it on me and other women all the time. It feels great, doesn't it? Tell me how much you like it, baby."
Eventually she spoke and said "Yeah, Mommy, it feels as good as when he ate my pussy. Uhnnnnnn….."
Her eyes closed as her mind drifted off from the immense pleasure it gave her ass.
As her mind reeled, I reached down and pushed her face against my pussy and the exposed base of her father's hard cock between my thighs.
I said "Lick it, baby! Lick Mommy's pussy and Daddy's nasty cock."
Her horniness made her a slave to my whims. She eagerly started lapping her wet tongue out at my slimy pussy and her father's cock and ballsack. I held her face down there until she started doing it on her own. I resumed fucking my hot pussy on the rigid pole as she licked the pussy juices from my twat and his shaft.
I looked down at Steve's progress on our little girl's asshole. Sometimes when he pulled it out of her ass, I could see a small fleck of brown on his tongue. As usual, a little poo never stopped him from reaming out a woman's shitter.
Hannah was in her own little world as she ate out my pussy and licked out on her father's hard erection inside me. Steve's intense attention upon her immature groin was soon too much for her to bear. Her lithesome body started trembling and shivering uncontrollably on top of her father's body, then suddenly went stiff.
She groaned "NNNNNYYYYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" very loudly. Her cries of passion echoed throughout the bedroom. Her pussy gushed out onto Steve's face as her climax wreaked havok on her poor small body. She continued trembling until it subsided, then she rolled off of Steve to lay beside her sleepy brother and bask in the afterglow.
I said "Looks like the noobs couldn't hang with us pros. She came too quickly. I guess we're on our own now, honey.". I sent Steve a quick leer. "Now they'll get to see what we do in those videos up close."
"I guess they will, Barb. Let's give them a really good show, though. Not this wussy regular sex. I want Hannah to see just how dirty we can get sometimes when we have sex with other people. You up for a little bathroom rendesvous?"
I smiled broadly at his perverted suggestion. I don't think the kids have watched any of our kinkier videos yet. They only referred to the regular sex acts they saw us do. I wondered if we would warp our kids even more than our incest has tonight if we let them sit in on one of our wild times. I figured why not. I was so horny right now, I probably would have let the kids see us do most anything. I could see in Steve's eyes that he was just as excited as I was at the thought of more sex with Hannah.
Hannah and Josh were tired from their sexual excursion, but were still awake and seemed curious about what we had planned for the bathroom. They looked at us and at each other with concerned curiosity.
I jumped up off of Steve's erection and said to the children "Come on you two. You're gonna get to watch just how dirty and perverted me and your nasty father can get sometimes. Follow us back into the bathroom."
I grabbed Steve's hand and briskly got him on his feet and led him to the bathroom, giddy at what we were about to do to each other. The children followed in tow behind us. Once inside the well lit room, I climbed inside the half full bath tub and sat down in the tepid water. Steve climbed in with me. We told the kids to sit on either end of the tub on the rim so they could see everything, which they did.
I tilted my head back against the back wall, and Steve stood in front of me straddling my body facing away. I got right under his dangling ballsack and grabbed his still hard cock. I aimed it at my mouth and opened it wide. He grabbed onto the shower curtain rod, thrust his hips down, and jammed the entire length of his long dick down into my tight throat. Arching his back, he gyrated his hips and started throat fucking me with swift, deep strokes.
The kids were amazed at our dexterity to accomplish this, Hannah especially. Her eyes were wide open in awe, taking in every detail. She was licking her full lips imagining what it felt like to give a deep blowjob like this. Josh was rubbing his flacid little penis for all it was worth as he watched his mother deep throat their father.
Steve spoke and said "Now kids, we're about to do some dirty talk, so don't worry. Your horny mother just brings it out in me. Be prepared to hear some of the words we said in those videos."
Hannah said "O-Okay, Daddy."
Steve was staring at her young, youthful, preteen body with intensity. He wanted her so bad right now that it hurt, I could tell. He probably would have even sucked off Josh to have sex with her again.
He looked down at me and said "Look at your mother, kids. See how she just sits there and eats my fat cock like a fucking whore? The horny bitch can't get enough of my big dick. She's nothing but a fucking cumm slut who can't get enough sex."
To emphasize his dominance, he crammed his dick down into my throat and held it there for 5 seconds, causing me to gag a little. But it was nothing we haven't done before. When he raised back up again, he pulled it out of my mouth and let me catch my breath.
He commanded "Tell your kids now much of a nasty whore you are, you fucking slutty bitch!"
Steve slapped me across the cheeks with his thick member to humiliate me more.
I was breathing heavily catching my breath, but I managed to look up at him like a slave and replied "Yes, baby, I'm nothing but a fucking dirty slut bitch. I want your big dick inside me so bad, baby! Please give me your dick, Daddy! Give your big girl some nasty dick."
I grabbed his cock from him and put it back into my mouth for him. Then I raised up my head and swallowed it until his ball sack was teabagging my face. He started thrusting it in and out of my tight throat cavity swiftly and steadily, only pausing at intervals to let me breathe.
He looked at Hannah and said "See, what did I tell you? Your pervert of a mom is a cock hungry whore."
He grabbed both of my heaving breasts and pulled up hard on both of them to drive his dick even further down into my gullet. I groaned from the intense pull on my skin, but did nothing to stop him from doing it. He squeezed my D-cups hard enough to leave red marks from his grip. The harder he pulled on them, the louder I yelped from the pain, but I loved him doing it to my tits. I think it made the moment even hotter for me to know my little kids were watching him do it to me.
When Steve was tired of the deep throating, he pulled his cock from my mouth and turned to face me. I looked up at him eagerly. He reached down to my chest and pinched my nipples hard. I feigned a little discomfort by yelping aloud again, but it felt good, too. He pulled out on my hardening nipples painfully, then released them to make them bounce back again. Then he slammed his outstretched fingers down on the reddened flesh with sharp, distinct slaps, making me yell out with each impact. The children were growing concerned that he was abusing me needlessly, and their expressions showed it.
Noticing this, he told them "Don't worry, kids. She likes it when people do this to her titties, don't you Barb?". He grinned devilishly.
I said "Oh yeah, Daddy! I love it when you hurt my big titties. It makes me so horny. It makes me want to do dirty things with my big Daddy! Have you got something nasty to give me? I want them to see their nasty Daddy give their dirty Mommy something really nasty in my mouth."
He understood my meaning. Luckily his erection had softened enough after leaving my mouth to let him do it.
"Now you kids are gonna see just how big a whore your mother really is."
Steve stood in front of Josh and grabbed his semi-soft cock. He aimed the tip of it at me and grunted. Out shot a thin careful stream of acrid urine from the tip. It landed on my reddened tits and ran down my belly into the water below.
The children showed disgust in their faces at first when their father started pissing all over me. He was controlling how much pee was coming out to make it last longer. When I leaned forward to make the stream strike me right in the face, they were beside themselves. I opened my mouth and let the bitter, salty piss run into my mouth. When it got full, I happily swallowed it all down.
Hannah and Josh were mesmerized at my depravity. Hannah shouted "Ewwww, Mommy! That's so nasty!"
Steve looked over at Hannah and said "Don't knock it til you try it, little girl."
With that said, he cut off the flow and grabbed Hannah by the arm. He stood her up and pinned her in the corner of the bath tub. With her body pinned between his body and the wall, he pulled his dick up between them and started pissing once more. It shot up like a fountain and hit her on the chin. It splattered all over her slender, young body and ran down her front and her pussy. She tried to get free, but was unable to get away from her deviant father.
He told her "Feel the nasty warm piss dripping down your body. You know you like it."
I reached my hand between their legs and rubbed the smelly piss all over her puffy gash as it ran down her smooth naked body. I snaked my middle finger up into her slippery cunt and fingered her repeatedly. He was aiming the stream right into her face now. She kept her mouth closed to keep from drinking the awful liquid, but she couldn't prevent her father from pissing into her face. I used my free hand to wipe the splattering piss all over her face and small, pointing breasts.
My urine soaked hand was frigging her tight clamping vagina furiously. Josh was watching all of this as he jacked himself off as fast as he could.
I tried to calm Hannah down so she would stop fidgeting.
"Hannah, baby, just let it happen. Ignore the smell andf feel the soothing warmth on your skin."
She stopped squirming and tried to heed my advice. She stood still and let her father pee all over her body without having to pin her back against the wall. He carefully shot the stream at her forehead and smiled gleefully as it ran down her gorgeous face, across her budding breasts, and down onto her immature pussy and my hand. I think it was mostly my fingering her pussy for her that made her comply with us.
When her father's urine ran out, he moved aside and let me get in front of her. I stood up on my knees and leaned into her piss soaked body. As my pissy hand dug into the soft, tender flesh of her wet pussy, I licked the remaining pee off of her slim naked body, all the way up from her pussy to her pretty face. She opened her eyes and looked at me lustfully. I opened my mouth and jutted my long tongue into her mouth. She did the same, tasting the urine on my breath. She didn't pull away from me though. We french kissed for a minute or so until her father spoke.
"Mmmmmm, that is so hott, seeing a mother and daughter share my nasty piss. You're just a couple of dirty piss sluts, aren't they Josh?"
He uttered "Y-Yeah, Daddy! Dirty pissy slut whores.". He was finally getting the idea of the dirty talk.
I looked at my son and said "Have you got anything for your nasty whore Mommy and dirty pissy sister, baby? I want your fucking nasty piss really badly."
Josh grinned evilly and immediately stood up. He waded through the water and stood up in font of us. I put Hannah on her knees in the water right beside me. He grabbed his little stiffie and grunted hard. Pretty soon out shot a thin little stream of piss that landed right on my chest. I took control of it and aimed it right at my face and mouth. After collecting a mouthful, I aimed the remainder at Hannah's face. She still refused to open her mouth, but she let her little brother piss all over her willingly.
When his pee ran out, I went to kiss Hannah like I had before. But this time, when she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue to french me, I opened my mouth and spat some of her brother's dirty piss to make her drink it. Then I cradled her face and held it against my lips so she couldn't spit it back out.
Steve saw what I had done and said "Yeah, make her drink that nasty fucking piss! She's a little piss whore like her Mommy! She knows she likes it. Drink it down, little girl. Drink your horny brother's nasty fucking piss, you little whore!"
With no way to expel the pee from her mouth, Hannah was forced to comply and swallow it all down. When her mouth was empty, I let her go.
She coughed and gagged for a moment, then screamed angrilly "You bastards! You made me drink nasty piss! How could you?"
I said "It's something you have to get used to if you're going to join in with us. In fact, you kids will have to adapt to a lot of changes."
With ire in her eyes, she said "Like what, exactly?"
"Like this." I said.
I grabbed Josh's hand and stood him up in the bath tub.
"Close your eyes and keep playing with yourself, baby."
Compliantly, little Josh did as I told him and closed his eyes. I dipped my hand into the water, reached behind his little firm buttocks, and gently inserted a finger up into his little rectum. He gasped as it went up inside him, but kept his eyes closed and steadily played with his small erection.
That was when Steve walked over in front of our son, held up his growing cock to his small face, and pushed it inside his tiny mouth. Perhaps it was his youth and naivety that didn't make him spit it back out right away. He was so young that maybe he hadn't been hard wired yet about what defines a male and a female's sexual orientations. Whatever it was, he imitated what he had seen his sister and mother do to his father and casually started sucking on his father's growing cock.
Hannah said "Ewwww, your sucking Daddy's dick, you gayfer!"
I said "He knows how good it feels. Don't confuse him. He just wants to make his dirty Daddy feel good like you and I did. There's nothing wrong with that."
"But Mommy, he's a boy. He's supposed to like girls." she asserted.
"I'm sure he does, don't you baby?"
He nodded and mumbled "Mmmm-hmmmm." as he continued to suck on his father's long cock. He looked up at Steve as if to ask for a compliment for his efforts.
His father looked down at him, grabbed both sides of his head gently, and worked about 3 inches of his erection in and out of Josh's mouth.
"Mmmmmm, my little boy sucks a mean dick like his nasty Mommy and sister. He's a good little cocksucker. You keep at it, Josh. Don't listen to her. You like it when Mommy fucks your shitty asshole for you with her finger?"
Again, the reply was a complacent "Mmmmm-Hmmmm.".
"Sissy has a dirty asshole, too. I felt her shit inside her when I ate her dirty asshole."
I pulled my stained finger from Josh's asshole and showed it to everyone.
"Looks like our little boy has a dirty asshole. too."
I jammed it back up inside his relaxed sphincter and worked it in and out steadily for him.
Steve pulled his dick from Josh's mouth and said "Okay, what's good for the goose is good for the other gander."
He sat down in the water at one end of the tub and led Josh over to him. He picked him up and sat him down on his chest facing Steve, with Josh's legs resting on his shoulders. He held the boy up by the ass and wrapped his manly lips around his immature cock. Josh held on to the top of Steve's head for balance.
Steve worked his lips and tongue all around on his preteen son's little dick while he suckled hard upon it. Josh didn't care who did it to him as long as it was being done to him.
Hannah, not believeing what she was witnessing, exclaimed "Oh my fucking god! My Daddy and my little brother are gay! Daddy is sicking a boy's dick!"
I said "No, baby, they're not gay. Your father likes the pussy very much. He just doesn't mind giving pleasure to someone, no matter who it is. He knows how good a blowjob feels. He's just returning the favor."
Hannah was trying to rationalize my explanation, but was having trouble doing so. Sensing her confusion, I gave her an example.
"Don't you remember what you did to me a little while ago? You were licking my pussy and your father's dick at the same time. Does that make you a lesbian?"
"She replied "Well…… no. But that was different. We're girls."
"No it's not. You licked my pussy because you knew it would feel good to me, despite your being straight. It's the same thing. They're just giving in to their horniness and giving each other mutual pleasure is all. Nothing more."
My daughter didn't have a comeback to my logic. She just stood there quietly, still a little miffed from the forced urine ingestion.
"Well, you still made me drink Josh's pee against my will.", she replied. She crossed her arms in defiance.
I eased over to her on my knees and wrapped my arms around her slender waist. I pulled her tightly against my naked body and hugged her lovingly.
"I'm sorry for that, baby, but like I said, now that you are in our little group, you'll have to get used to stuff like that. Was it so bad, other than the saltiness of the taste? Just try to think of it as a kinky sex act. Besides, urine is sterile when it comes out of you. It's not like poop. There's no germs in it. Your body filters them out. It's just stinky water. really. Once you get past the idea of it being pee, it's actually fun to do. I love to feel the warmth of it on my skin. Didn't it feel good when they pissed on you?"
Not wanting to agree with me fully, she merely uttered "Sort of, I guess.", still acting a little angry for making her participate in the taboo act.
"She knows she liked it. She's gonna be a little piss slut like her dirty Mommy is, in time. I'll bet Josh will do it, won't you?"
He looked down at his compliant little son, standing in front of him with a mouth full of his hard cock, still willingly sucking upon it to please his deviant father without question.
Josh nodded his naive agreement to his father's question. With that, Steve held the boy's head still, grunted, and managed to squirt a couple of ounces of acidic piss into the hapless boy's mouth.
"Drink it, boy. Show the girls that us guys aren't afraid to drink nasty piss."
Josh obediently held his breath and swallowed the urine down with haste, then resumed sucking on Steve's cock once more.
"See, he's willing to do what it takes to make us happy.". He rubbed Josh's hair as a reward for being so eager to please him.
Hannah was a little disgusted at her father for treating them all like slaves, but she couldn't deny that seeing her little brother sucking his dick made her horny as hell. I could see her pussy dripping fluids down her slim thighs as she stared at the ambiguous duo acting like gays.
I reached under her groin and shoved two fingers up into her moist gash. She moaned softly and nibbled her bottom lip as I fucked her preteen hole with my swift probing fingers. With my other hand, I dipped it down into the sudsy water, reached behind her, and shoved two fingers up inside of her unsuspecting asshole, cramming them in and out of her rectum as quickly as I was doing to her wet pussy. She stood there fixated, unable to move, enjoying the immense pleasure I was applying to both openings simultaneously.
"Ahnnnn…. Ahnnnn…. Ahnnnn…." she whimpered like a little puppy. "Fuuuuuuuuuck! Mmmmmm…. keep going, Mommy! Oh my GOD! Fuuuuuuuck, that feels goood!"
Steve felt his balls building up pressure in his scrotum, but didn't want to explode inside Josh's mouth, so he pulled the child off of his firm erection. He had special plans for this load.
"Here, Barbara, come get your little boy off for me."
I did as I was told and pulled my fingers from both of Hannah's orifices, much to her annoyance. I crawled over to Josh, layed down in the water on my back, and put him between my legs.
"Baby, I want you to fuck your Mommy's nasty pussy. Put your dick in me and work it in and out like you do to Hannah."
Not needing to be told twice, the boy layed on top of me in missionary position, felt under the water to guide his little dick into my pussy, and thrust his hips forward. He found the mark and started fucking my vagina like a rabbit on speed.
Steve turned his attention to Hannah, who was a little nervous about what he was going to do to her this time. He approached her with his dick in his hand, shaking it up and down at her. She started at the 9 inch monster with mixed curiosity and apprehension.
"Now it's your turn, my little slut! Daddy's gonna show you why he's the master of the house."
He reached down between her legs and slid his middle finger against the outside of her wet cunt, mashing it against the hard clit bump at the top of her slit. She let out a soft moan as he worked his finger between her puffy labia lips against her clit. Then suddenly he shoved the hard digit up into her tight, moist pussy as deep as he could. She yelped at first, them cooed as he fingered her vagina slowly.
"Oh yeah, this little sexpot is ready to take on her big Daddy!" he said.
"W-What do you mean, Daddy?" she asked nervously.
"You've been wanting it all night, ever since you first looked at it. Daddy is gonna fuck your horny little cunt!"
I spoke and said "Are you sure she can take it?"
Steve said "Oh yeah, she's ready. She's wanted to fuck me all night. I could see it in her eyes. She's a cock hungry slut like her nasty whore of a Momma, and I'm gonna give her more than she can handle.
Hannah looked a little frightened. She was used to her little brother's smaller dick, not Steve's huge monster. But I trusted him, as her father, that he wouldn't take it to far or hurt her.
"As you wish, dear." I replied, then turned my attention back to Josh furiously fucking my pussy.
Steve stood right in front of Hannah, who had a worried expression on her face. He reached behind her ass and lifted her up against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck to hang on to him. He put his back against the rear wall of the tub enclosure for support, then reached behind her and pointed the tip of his hard cock right against her drippy pussy.
"Here it comes, baby." he said as a warning.
Supporting her weight with his hands cupping her ass cheeks, he lowered her down slowly until the head of his dick disappeared inside her tight vaginal opening. Gradually he dropped her body down further and further until he had buried about half of his cock up inside of her.
Hannah was half groaning and half moaning. Groaning at never having anything that thick put up inside her pussy, and moaning from the incredible feel of it sliding against the wet, tender pink flesh. It was amazing! Josh's little cock felt good to her during their sex, but this was something totally different. Her father stretched the walls of her inexperienced cunt with his thick cock, and she loved it.
Slowly, Steve dropped her down even farther upon it. By now the head of his dick was resting against the tight circular ring of muscle that guarded her uterus, the cervix. When it slipped past her cervix, she yelped from the sudden intrusion into her womb, but soon it felt good again. Deeper and deeper he slid his cock up inside of his little girl, and she taking it in with little more than a slight grimace on her face. I was so proud that she was able to handle her father's dick so easily.
Soon Steve had worked the entire length of his hard erection up into her semi-virgin birth canal with little discomfort.
He looked down at her pretty face and asked her "How's that feel, my little slut?", grinning slyly at her.
Hannah looked him in the eye and, without saying a word, french kissed him deeply in response. He reciprocated the gesture and shoved his long tongue past her lips and wrestled her tongue lewdly.
Steve put his arms under the back of Hannah's knees to hold her legs up and out of the way, then held her body in place as he slowly lowered his hips. His hard cock slid back out of her tight pussy about halfway before he thrust forward to shove it back up inside her pussy again. With every thrust up into her cunt, she would grunt or yelp from the stretching of her vaginal walls. As young as she was, I could easily imagine the head of his erection touching the top of her womb.
Josh was hunching away at my clenching pussy when he went stiff again and trembled. He grunted and shot his clear seminal fluid up inside the orifice that gave birth to him 10 years ago. When he was finished, he pulled out of my pussy and sat down in the soothing warm water to catch his breath. He was spent for the night, as indicated by the swiftness his poor, worn out little penis deflated.
To bolster his confidence, I lied a little and said "Oh my, that was a good one, baby. You made Mommy cumm, too. You're such a good little boy. Mommy loves you so much."
He grinned and said "Thanks, Mommy.", then settled down into the water beside me.
Hannah was biting her bottom lip as her incestuous father thrust in and out of her tight pussy repeatedly. Her father's groin slapped against her puffy gash and ass with audible impacts. She was groaning from being fully stuffed with her father's thick cock in her immature cunt. I decided to join them.
I waded on my knees until I was right beside them. I wet my hands in the water and put one upon Hannah's small breasts. I kneaded it in my hand like a baker, massaging the tiny teat gently.
I whispered in her ear "Talk dirty to us, baby Give in to your horniness and say whatever you feel."
She got the hint. She said "Fuck….fuck,….. FUCK! That feels so fucking good, Daddy. Ahnnnnnn….. My Daddy is fucking his horny little bitch! Fuck me, Daddy…. FUCK ME! Oh shit…. so good…. dirty ol' Daddy fucking his little girl….. pissing in her face. Uhnnnnnn! Dirty baby fucker Daddy! Fuck my nasty little pussy. Fuck your little baby's nasty little pussy, you sick fuck! Ahnnnnn!"
I chimed in. "That's what Daddies do is fuck their little girls and boys. They fuck the little girls and they suck the little boys. They rape their little kids and piss on them and make them drink thier nasty piss like a fucking whore! Fuck your whore daughter, you dirty fucker. She likes to be fuck by the cock that made her. You like that goddamn dick in you, don't you, you little fucking bitch?"
She shouted "Yes, Mommy! I'm a nasty, dirty whore. I love it when my perverted Daddy fucks me in my wet pussy! I love it a lot! My Daddy is raping me and I love it! He made Josh suck his dirty dick. You're such a bad Daddy!"
Hannah was getting carried away in the moment with the vulgar talk, so much so that it sent her over the edge. Her body began trembling and she yelled out as her second climax coursed through her small, naked body.
"YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNNNN!!!" she cried very loudly. Steve held her aloft until the spasm ceased.
Grinning at Hannah, her father asked her "Now, little girl, how did it feel to be fucked by a real man? Was it as good as you thought it would be? Did my new little fuck slut like having her juicy pussy full of her Daddy's fat dick?"
It took my daughter a moment to collect her senses enough to answer. The orgasm had nearly made her pass out, it was so intense. She was breathing so hard like she had just run a marathon. Finaly she managed to work up enough strength to reply to him.
"Y-Yes, Daddy…… I loved it. Uhnnnn…. it felt so good."
She was still clinging to his neck holding herself up on his torso.
Steve said "Well, it's not over yet. I still have one more hole that hasn't been filled yet. I think I can get one more cumm out of this little whore before the night is done."
Her father spun her body around while holding her aloft with his strong arms. Now she was facing away from him with her pussy fully exposed to us. His hands held her folded legs just under her knees. He looked over at me and nodded for me to come to him. I crawled over to them and looked up at my depraved husband obediently awaiting his instructions.
He said "Here Momma, you should be able to get you some more nasty piss from this one. The little bitch hasn't used the bathroom since dinner time."
I knew what he wanted me to do. We had done it with other couples many times. I ran to our bedroom and retrieved a special medical kit we keep up in the closet, then returned to the bathroom with it. It consisted of 3 smooth stainless steel chromed tubes that measured from 3/16 of an inch to 3/8 of an inch in diameter, a tube of K-Y gel, and some sterile rubber tubing. They were about 12 inches long, hollow, and had smooth, rounded tips with a small 1/16 hole about 1/2 inch above the end. The opposite ends were completely open like a straw. Doctors use them to extract urine from patients with bladder or prostate problems so they can relieve themselves fully. We used them for other purposes ourselves.
Hannah was hanging up in the air, still rather weak and helpless from the after effects of her hard climax. I climbed back into the tub with them and sat down on the front rim of the tub. I spread her puffy pussy lips apart and inspected her upper vaginal area to judge which tube to use. I decided to use the 1/4 inch thick tube on her.
Hannah looked down at me and said "Wh-What are you going to do to me, Mommy?". She was a little apprehensive, having never seen such instruments before.
I replied "Don't worry about it, baby. You'll like it.", which I knew to be true, having done it myself hundreds of times.
Before I started, I leaned forward and jammed my tongue up into her gushing pussy. It was still dripping her juices from the orgasm. I licked and suckled on her pink, tender, sensistive folds as she wriggled in her father's strong arms, unable to move or get free. It's a good thing she didn't weigh but about 85 lbs or he would have never been able to keep her aloft. I ate out her pussy greedily. trying to get every drop of her sweet tasting juices from her ravaged vagina.
When I was finished, I opened the tube of lube and squirted a big dollop on my outstretched fingers. I smeared it all over her helpless vaginal area, even fingering some of it up into her pussy. Then I grabbed the 1/4 inch sounding tube from the kit, put the rubber tubing on the open end, and placed the smooth tip up against her unwitting urethra hole. I eased it up against the tight little wrinkled muscle until the tip of the tube slipped in past it. I elevated the end of the tubing and pushed it up inside her poor bladder. Immediately the tubing filled with her urine until gravity stopped the siphon.
Hannah let out a loud gasp as the tube entered her tight bladder opening. She had never experienced a sensation like this before. There was a slight discomfort at from the tube forcing it's way into an opening that was only used to letting things OUT of her body. But once the initial weird feeling had past, she seemed to not mind it being inside her.
I worked the tube back and forth in her peehole. She cooed from the new sensation.
I said "It feels good, doesn't it, baby."
She replied "Yes, Mommy. It feels nice.", enjoying the feel of the smooth metal against her stretched urethra.
"Me and Daddy put these inside us all the time. I love them."
I probed her bladder for a minute or so as she lay against her father's bare chest enjoying what I was doing to her. Then I stood up and put the tube next to her small mouth.
"Now it's time for my little whore to drink her own nasty fucking piss!", Steve said. "You have to do it because I told you to do it. Drink your dirty piss, you fucking piss whore!"
"Daddy, no. Please don't make me do it. Please….. No." she pleaded
She looked at me with begging eyes to say something to Steve and stop this. The only thing was that I wanted her to do it, too.
Instead of preventing her father from demeaning her, I told her "You have to do it, baby. Now that you're in our little sex group, you have to do what the men tell you to do."
I put the end of the flexible tube into her mouth and she hesitantly held it with her teeth. It took her a minute or so befiore she decided to do it. Then she closed her lips and took a slow draw on the improvised straw. I watched as the urine slowly crept up the opaque hose and spilled over her teeth and into her mouth. She scrunched her face when the awful tasting piss touched her tongue and stopped sucking on the straw.
Holding the tube in her teeth, she mumbled "Ewwww! That's nasty! Please don't make me drink it. Please Mommy!" with such a sorrowful expression.
Steve interrupted. "No! You wanted to start the sex. You're gonna finish it! Drink! Drink your fucking piss, you little slut! Yeah, drink that nasty piss, you little whore."
Hesitantly, Hannah closed her lips back around the hose and took another suck on it. Up climbed the urine in the tube until it ran out into her unwitting mouth.
I said "Keep going, baby. Mommy's little pissy girl is doing so good. Drink it down, baby. That's it.", trying to encourage her to get over her disgust for the acrid, bitter taste.
As she sipped on the hose, I worked the metal tube in and out of her tight little sphincter for her. Hannah gagged a little, but eventually she was able to ignore the horrible flavor and keep drinking the rest of her urine.
I praised her for being so cooperative. "Oh, my little baby is such a good girl. She drank all of her dirty piss for me."
I kissed her on the lips, tasting the residual flavor of her piss on her breath.
I probed her bladder a few more times, sliding it inside her bladder fully until it made contact against the inner walls, then pulled it back out of her until 1 inch was left. Then I would push it back inside her. Once I knew how far to go up in her, I slid the narrow instrument in and out of her rhythmically, much to her enjoyment. She hung there on her father's chest and let me do whatever I wished to her body. I licked at her clit and vagina as I worked the tube in and out of her bladder opening, causing her to moan continually and squirm around in her father's grasp.
Steve said "Give her some of yours now, Momma."
I retrieved the sounding tube from her tight bladder and pressed the end of it against my own little orifice. The rounded tip found it's mark and slipped up inside me quite easily. Had I been given the choice, I prefer the larger 3/8 inch diameter tube. It stretches my bladder opening farther, thus creating more sensation in it. I pushed harder and soon it slipped up inside my bladder quite effortlessly. The hose instantly filled with my rank piss. I, too, hadn't used the bathroom since this afternoon, and my bladder was quite full.
I looked over at Hannah and said "Open wide, dear. I have something for you."
I put the end of the hose to her slightly open mouth and pushed it in past her teeth. She was hesitant to suck on the rubber straw, so with a little strain, I pushed with my abdomen muscles and squirted a few ounces into her mouth.
She gagged and said "Ewwww, Mommy! Noooo…. Please don't! Please." pleading with me with such sad eyes.
Steve said "No! Little pissy sluts dronk their fucking piss like they're told. Drink up, you little fucking bitch! You wanted this, so do it."
Knowing she had no choice, Hannah closed her mouth on the hose and took a sip of my nasty piss.
I told her "Gargle with it, baby! That turns Mommy on when people do that with my dirty piss."
With her mouth full, Hannah opened it wide and gargled my urine like mouthwash. Then she stopped and swallowed it down her throat into her belly.
"See, baby, it's not so bad. You'll get used to it. Here, have some more."
I made her repeat the disgusting ritual 3 more times. She relented and gargled each mouthful of my piss as instructed.
The last mouthful I sucked up myself. Then I held her jaw open and squirted it into her open mouth and onto her gorgeous face by blowing out through my pursed lips. Once empty, I frenched her with my urine soaked tongue to make her taste my piss one last time.
"I think she's had enough piss play, Momma. Now we get down to what I've been looking forward to all night. Get down on your knees, Momma, and give me that sweet ass of yours."
Finally, I was going to get a good fucking! Excited, I dropped down on all fours in the murky bath water for my deviant husband. When I was in position, he let go of Hannah's legs and she slid down his front gently. But before she could steady herself on her own feet, he picked her up again and laid her down on her belly on top of me.
"I think I have enough to do two pissy bitches at the same time." he exclaimed boastfully.
Steve grabbed my hips and guided his hard erection up to my gash and shoved it in my pussy forcefully. My pussy was, luckily, lubed enough from the building lust creating thick juices that lined my yearning cunt. He started fucking me very hard and fast as Hannah just layed there on top of my back. After reaming my wet pussy for a few minutes, it was Hannah's turn. He pulled his slippery cock from my pussy and shoved it up into Hannah's tight snatch. She moaned aloud as her father drilled her pussy with the same ferocity as he had mine.
"Yaaaahhhnnnnn! Oh GOD Daddy! YES….. YES! Fuck me! Fuck your little baby girl, Daddy! I want to be fucked hard! Mommy, his dick feels so good! AHHNnnnnnnn! AHHHnnnnnnn!" she cried out in bliss as her father ravaged her poor cunt mercilessly.
"My little pissy bitch likes being fucked hard like a fucking whore, doesn't she?" he said derogatorally.
She replied "Oh my fucking GOD! Yes…. YES! Fuck me faster, Daddy! Fuck my nasty pussy harder…. faster! Fuck…. Fuck….. FUCK! It feels so good. Uhnnnnnn!"
I added "Fuck your baby girl, you perverted fucker! Fuck her in her tight little pussy. You like fucking little girl's pussies, don't you? Raping your little daughter. Having incest with her. Making her drink our nasty piss!"
Steve pulled out of Hannah and stuffed my hot pussy once more. As he fucked me endlessly, Hannah reached underneath me and began fondling and squeezing my dangling breasts firmly. She kneaded them gently at first, then gradually worked her way up to imitating what her father had done to them earlier, pulling hard on the nipples and slapping the aureolas hard. Each ache she applied to them elicited a pleasurable "YEOW!" from me. I loved it.
As Steve plowed my pussy, every now and then I would hear a small *SLAP*. I didn't feel anything myself. I looked back and saw him slap Hannah on her bare ass cheeks with short, semi-gentle swats. Not enough to hurt her, just to assert his dominance over her as his daughter. She would moan softly whenever he spanked her bottom and seemed not to mind him doing it.
My mind was reeling with the kinkiness of the evening. Here we were having full blown incestuous sex with our underage children. There were times when I thought Hannah was a beautiful girl in the past when I'd catch her in her panties or taking a bath, but only in the sense that I knew she was going to be a hott woman some day from the way her body and gorgeous looks were progressing. But certainly I had never really thought of her in a sexual manner…. I think. Well, maybe a couple of times. I could have never imagined her and Josh would be ever be participating in our kinky sex, though.
The idea of having my innocent daughter molested by her own father caused my pleasure threshold to overflow. My loins were burning and my pussy was gushing and compressing against Steve's hard cock. When my climax finally hit me hard, I screamed very loudly.
"AAAAAHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!" I shouted, making it echo against the hard walls of the bathroom. My body shook uncontrollably and my legs weakened to the point that I had to squat down into the water. I stayed balled up like that until the pleasurable sensation passed. Then I layed down in the soothing water on my back, pulling Hannah down onto my front to share my bliss. I hugged her tightly against my body and kissed her deeply and passionately, as she did to me as well.
Steve smiled for having done his job on me. But he was as yet unsatisfied. His aching cock yearned to explode into someone.
Before Hannah could get away, her father layed in the water on top of Hannah and pushed the tip of his raging hard on against her unsuspecting anus. With the bath water as a lubricant, he thrust his hips forward and forced his cock up inside our little girls asshole. She cried out at first.
"YAAAAAAHHHH! Daddy's in my asshole, Mommy! Owwwwww!" she cried out.
Her father's fat cock stretched her anus cruelly. She tried to push him back out of her rectum, but he was there to stay.
"You're gonna take it up the ass, little whore. You have to learn to do as you're told. You wanted to see what it was like to have sex like a grown up. Now you're going to find out. Now lay there and take it!"
She finally stopped struggling and laid there complacently. But before he could start fucking her begrudging asshole, I suggested "Wait, Steve. Let me flip her over so we can all see it."
He grinned and plucked his hard on from her anal cavity with a loud *POP*. I flipped Hannah over onto her back to lay on my abdomen and pulled her legs up against her chest by the knees so her pussy and asshole were completely exposed to her father. She looked at her father with slight dread as he approached her upturned ass with his hard cock in his hand.
After dipping his cock into the water for lube, Steve pressed the pointed tip at her puckered anus. Without saying a word, he thrust his hips forward and sunk 6 inches of the monster up inside her clenching rectum.
Hannah cried out again. "Oooowwwww! Owwww…..".
I said "Just relax your asshole and don't squeeze down. It feels really good if you just relax and enjoy yourself."
Heeding my advice, Hannah stopped trying to push her father out of her ass and relaxed her sphincter. When her father started fucking her asshole rhythmically, her cries gradually changed from "Owww…. Owww… Owww…." to "Ahnnn…. Ahnnn…. Ahnnn…". She was finally starting to like it.
To further calm her down. Steve extended his middle finger and jammed it down into our daughter's immature pussy. He worked the digit in and out of her gushing cunt slowly. She moaned from the added stimulation, even though her anus was still a little sore from the reaming. She writhed around on top of me in sensual bliss. When her father pulled his finger out of her vagina and offered it to her mouth, she grabbed his wrist, opened wide, and pulled his hand to her lips. She suckled her own discharge from the slimy digit with hungry zeal. He repeated this many more times, and every time she was more than willing to ingest her thick lubricating juices from his hand.
Every now and then, Steve would tap her on the side of her ass with his open hand, giving it a sharp slap against her soft buttocks. Hannah would yelp at the sting, but I could tell she didn't really mean it. She grinned slyly after each spanking. It was more a show of submission to her father.
Just to see how far she was willing to please her father, I reached up to her small breasts and started pulling out on her stiff nipples like I like to have done. She turned her head and gave me the same lusty leer and grin she had given when spanked. I pulled on them rather hard, which made her cry out, but her hands didn't stop me. I cupped her A-cup breasts in my hands and gave them a good, hard squeeze. She shrieked loudly, but still offered no resistance and let me keep going. I pulled on her nipples hard again, making them go in opposite directions. She shrieked again, but did not try to stop it from happening.
By now, both of her tender breasts were a good shade of red like a sunburn. as was the side of her buttock from her father's spankings. She was frantically rubbing her fingers down into her semi-bald gash, alternating between rubbing against her sensitive clit bump and drilling two fingers down into her wet insatiable pussy.
Her frenzied lust built up in her loins a third time. Another massive orgasm overtook her small form and coursed throughout her preteen body. I held her down as she started quivering on top of me. Her pussy gushed out fluid onto her father's thrusting cock, which he was rapidly using to stretch out her colon with.
"AAAAHHHHNNNNN!!!!" she screamed aloud as the climax hit her groin hard for the third time tonight. I smiled up at Steve, and he back at me, and we all shared a tender bonding moment.
Steve didn't stop, though. Even though Hannah was in the throes of her orgasm, he was determined to get himself off as well. He kept pumping her tight ass faster and faster as she trembled involuntarily beneath him. It helped to prolong the sensations she was experiencing, but it was a bit like the moment a man starts cumming, when the head of his penis gets 10 times more sensitive. The over-sensitivity the climax gave her groin almost made the pleasurable feeling unbearable to her. She wriggled around wildly as he continued to pound her asshole hard and fast. She was finally able to calm down once her climax was over, but for 30 seconds or so, she was in pleasured agony.
Steve was ready to explode as well. His strokes become more intense and concentrated. His balls were full and begging to be satisfied. When he felt them start to throb, he pulled out of her asshole, dipped his cock into the bathwater to give it a quick jack off cleaning, and climbed up over me and Hannah with his hard cock in his hand. Hannah grinned as he approached us. I think she was waiting for this moment to happen as much as her dirty father was.
I grabbed onto Hannah's chin and opened her mouth wide for him. Steve laid the head of his 9 inch cock on her bottom lip and out shot long, sticky ropes of white cumm all over her small tongue. Jet after jet of salty sperm oozed from the hole in the end of his dick into her open mouth. Then he put it in her mouth and continued to ejaculate, which caused her mouth to fill up and squirt sperm out of her nose. When she started gagging on the massive load, he pulled it back out and shot the remainer onto her pretty face. It dribbled down her cheeks slowly.
Hannah raised up on my belly and blew the excess sperm out of her nose to catch her breath. When her father saw some sperm dribbling from the corner of her mouth, he leaned her head back and told her "Gargle the sperm like you did the piss."
Having caught her breath, she opened her mouth and did as she was told. She gargled the thick semen like mouthwash for him.
He peered down into her open mouth and said "That's a pretty sight, having my beautiful daughter gargle my tasty sperm. Now give it to your Mommy."
Hannah looked a little befuddled at the request, but she complied. She climbed up off of me and laid down between my legs facing me. I slid her body up onto mine until we were face to face. She kept her mouth closed until I opened mine, then she parted her lips slightly until her father's thick sperm started dripping down into my mouth. I gargled it like she had, then french kissed the thick goo back and forth from her mouth to mine. When it was over, me and her both had swallowed her father's incestuous seed into our bellies. She smiled broadly as she gazed down at me lovingly.
Steve sat down in the water at the other end of the tub next to Josh, who was jacking himself off for no reason. Just to enjoy the feeling of playing with himself. He looked over at his son and said "Why don't you go get some of that ass of hers. It's really tight."
Not needing to be told twice, Josh climbed up on Hannah's ass and jabbed his stiff pecker into her reamed asshole. She was still weak and helpless and offered no objections. Her little brother hammered her asshole until he got off from it, then sat down on his father's lap. Steve pulled his flacid cock up between Josh's thighs and pretended to act like it was his son's dick. The boy stroked it as if he were jacking himself off, but it remained soft in his hands. Steve was spent for the night. We all just sat in the warm water regaining our strength.
Steve asked "Hannah, how did you like being in your first dirty orgy?"
She replied "Holy fuck, that was so intense! I never knew sex could feel so good."
"But what about the dirty talk? It didn't frighten you?"
"N-No, not really. But you got a little mean a few times, Daddy. It almost sounded like you really think of me as a slut.". Her voice sounded a little dejected.
"No, honey. I don't think of you like that really. It was all part of the kinky mood we were all in. Your Mom knows it turns me on to play the dominant one during sex. It's all play acting. See, I'm not doing it now. I love you very much, Hannah, as I do all of you. You're my favorite daughter." he quipped.
She raised an eyebrow at Steve and said "I'm your *only* daughter, Daddy.", grinning. He smiled back at her.
He said "So do you think you two are going to be okay with the incest? You and Josh?"
Josh nodded since he was going to be able to have sex when he wanted, so he was enthusiastic about it all. Hannah, though, had to ponder it in her mind and decide whether the pee play and the vulgar kinkiness was worth it all. Finaly, after a few seconds, she had made up her mind.
"Yeah, Daddy, I think I can do it. I mean, even after all the weird stuff you made me and Josh do to you guys, I was really wild and fun."
"That's great, honey. But remember, you two can't breathe a word of what we do to *ANYONE*! This has to stay in our house between the four of us. You can't tell anyone at school, your grand parents, your friends, NO ONE! Otherwise we'd all get in trouble and we'd lose you kids to the cops. You can't tell anyone what we do together, and you can't say the dirty words outside of the house either. When we're together having sex, it's fine, but outside of the house, no cussing. Do you both understand?"
With solemn acknowledgement, they both agreed and replied "Yes, Daddy."
"That's good. Now, I have to pee again." Steve announced.
As Josh held his soft cock in the air, Steve eased his bladder opening and let the amber piss flow out. It shot up and struck Josh right in the face. The boy imitated his sister's actions and opened his mouth, allowing the smelly liquid to land on his outstretched tongue. Josh swallowed it down as fast as his depraved father gave it to him.
"Oh my god! He's drinking Daddy's piss like I did. Ewww." she said half heartedly.
When she mentioned it, Steve cut off the flow and slid Josh off of his lap. He waded over to us and sat on the edge of the tub above Hannah with one foot in and one foot out. He held his flacid cock with one hand and pulled down on Hannah's chin with the other to open it fully. She grinned evilly as her father loosed his bladder once more and made her ingest his acrid piss. She drank it all eagerly. Apparently her aversion to urine had been squelched. She liked how kinky it was to do it.
When her father stopped pissing in her mouth, she raised her head up and took his soft cock into her mouth and cleaned him off with her slippery tongue, sucking hard to get all of his piss from his body.
When she let go of his dick, she licked her lips and said "Mmmmm, good to the last drop!", and we all laughed at the coffee ad reference.
I spoke and said "I think it's time we let all this dirty water out and shower the pee from our bodies before we go to bed.". I flipped the lever and the water started going down the drain.
Hannah said "I-I have to poop first, though. Daddy made my shit come down when he fucked me."
"Okay, baby. You go shit and I'll get the shower warm."
Hannah climbed up out of the bath tub and strode over to the toilet. Steve made a strange request of her, though.
"Hannah, Turn around on the toilet when you shit."
"Huh?" she asked.
"Just sit on the toilet backwards. Arch your back so we can see the poop drop out of your asshole."
"Daddy, that's sick!" she protested.
"It's okay, honey. Just humor your poor, sick Daddy and let me watch you poop. I've never watched a little girl poop before. It'll be interesting."
"Whatever." she conceded. She walked up to the bowl, raised the lid, and sat on the commode seat with her arms resting up on the ceramic tank lid. She arched her back so we could see her wrinkled asshole, then she relaxed. Soon, out dropped two rather long semi-soft poos from her rectum and landed with a splash in the cold water below. His eyes never left her bottom.
"There, Daddy! Did you get your jollies from watching me shit?" she said sarcastically with a smile.
He replied "Yeah, I did, honey. You're such a good girl for letting Daddy have his way with you."
He walked over to her and leaned over her shoulder. He kissed her in the mouth deeply and passionately for her efforts. He even wiped her bottom for her.
I got the shower started and started washing up Josh under the falling water. He was so short that it didn't take long to clean him off. I did make sure to wash his little cock and nutsack more than was required. He didn't seem to mind the extra attention I gave it. He returned the favor by washing my body for me while I shampooed my hair. He scrubbed my large breasts and my pussy far longer than he needed to, but it felt good to have his small hands explore my soapy, naked body.
When we were finished, it was Steve and Hannah's turn. As me and Josh dried off with a towel, Hannah was giddy about taking a shower with her father. The two of them did more fondling and groping than they did washing. Steve managed to work up another hard on while they played in the shower and put it to good use. Through the gap in the shower curtain, I could see Hannah bent over with her hands up against one end of the tub enclosure. Her face showed she was enjoying another good fucking by her horny father, although I couldn't tell which hole he was invading on her. They didn't do any dirty talk to each other. All they did was moan out loud until they both cummed again. I was hoping he had enough sense to pull out of her if he was having sex in her fertile pussy. Then they finished washing up and dried off.
Hannah asked "Daddy, can we have sex again tomorrow night?" with big pleading eyes as they dried off.
He said "Sure thing, honey. And I'll be sure to drink a lot before we do it."
"Mmmmm, I'm looking forward to it, Daddy." she said fondly.
The kids each went to their own bedrooms for the night. Me and Steve retired to our own bedroom. We didn't bother to put on any pajamas. We just crawled under the covers bare naked. I laid on my side against him with my arm draped over his muscular chest and my head upon his shoulder. I could smell the scent of the soap he used during his shower. It smelled nice.
Steve said "Looks like we've started something tonight that's not likely to change. I just hope those kids can keep it a secret."
"You warned them about the dangers. I believe they understand the seriousness of incest and kiddie sex. We'll be fine." I assured him. "Hannah is very responsible for her age. That's why we let her babysit, remember?"
"But that responsibility ended up leading to her and Josh having sex with each other, remember?"
"I think it was her finding our stash of orgy porn on the laptop that led them to the sex, not the babysitting. They were just curious about sex was all and wanted to try it out. And anyway, would you rather she got her fill of sex here at home with us or with some boy from her school?"
"Definitely from us." he stressed. "But what sort of sickos are we now? I've always loved sex as much as you do, but never in a million years did I imagine we'd be molesting our own innocent children. Incest is one thing, but kiddie porn is a whole different kink. You can buy incest videos online, but the actors are always over 18. They haul people away for underage sex, though."
"Are you ashamed for having had sex with Hannah and Josh?"
"Well…. yes and no. Yes because the sex was great, and I loved being the first one who fully deflowered Hannah. But also no because they're only children, not even teens yet. Are we bad for subjecting them to our wild sexcapades? Most parents are telling kids their age ABOUT sex, not actually demonstrating it to them."
"Steve, we are good parents. Our only mistake was catching them in the act immediately after we had just got done swinging. If we hadn't been so worked up from the sex at the Sanchez's, we probably would have handled it differently. We would have chastized them and tried to stop it before it got out of hand between them."
"Well, it's definitely out of hand now. My god, I made the kids drink pee, for cripes sake."
"Honey, you can't help that you're the biggest horn dog alive. Besides, Hannah seemed eager to play along with our dirty kinkiness. It took very little encouragement to get her started, and by the end of the night, she was totally willing to participate, no matter what we told her do. I guess she got that wild streak from me."
"Yeah she did, you dirty perv. You're the one who got me started with pee play, begging me to piss all in your face when we were dating."
"I thought Hannah was going to pass out when you made Josh suck your dick. Did you see the expression on her face? And when you sucked him off? She seemed shocked that her own father would suck a dick like that."
"Josh is at that age where he hasn't yet learned the stigma of straight-only sex. It's just feels good to him no matter who does it to him. I think I'll introduce him to a little anal sex the next time we get together."
"According to Hannah, she intends to bed you again tonight. I think we've unleashed a sex crazed monster in her."
"That's true. Once she gets going, it's hard to stop her. That's why I had to fuck her again in the shower. She kept pestering me to split her wide open the whole time we were in the shower. There's one thing, though. I dropped a load up in her pussy. I'm glad she just came off of her period less than a week ago or something could have happened."
"That's why I'm taking her to the doctor this week, to get her on birth control."
I kissed Steve and we wished each other good night. We turned off the lamps by the bed and settled in for a well deserved slumber.
Down the hall, small feet were creeping around, trying to stay silent. Hannah looked out of her doorway toward our bedroom door. When the light under the door turned off, she tip-toed into Josh's bedroom, who was also still wide awake. Hannah was wearing just a skimpy thong panty with no shirt or bra, while Josh was still just as nude as when he left the bathroom. He was sitting indian style on top of the covers playing his Nintendo DSI. She sat down on the bed beside her little brother.
"Whatcha doing, dweeb?" she asked her little brother.
"Playing Mario." he replied, not looking up at her.
"Looks like the plan worked. Mom and Dad are gonna put me on the Pill so I can join in with them."
Still totally absorbed in the handheld video game, Josh only acknowledged his big sister enough to mutter a simple "Yep.".
She added "Wow, I can't believe it went so easy. I had them eating out of the palm of my hand. I knew once I got Mom started, she would drag Dad along with her, and I was right."
"Uh-huh." he agreed simply, more interested in the game than his sister at that moment.
"Are you even listening to me, Josh?"
He paused his DSI and looked up at her.
"Yeah, I'm listening. So your plan worked. You got them to have sex with you…. and me. Congratulations."
Slightly miffed at his disinterest to listen to her, she said "Hey look, you're reaping the benefits of this, too, ya little shit. Did you not like getting your dick sucked and fucked?"
"I… I guess so." he replied. "But you were the one that really wanted it to happen. I mean, it's all you've been talking about ever since you found those videos on Mommy's laptop. After you watched those, that's been the only thing on your mind; getting fucked by Daddy."
"Yeah it has. When I saw that big dick in the videos, I wanted it bad. I even had dirty dreams of Daddy fucking me. I didn't realize how big it was, though, until he put it up in me. It hurt at first, but then it got easier as he fucked me. Man, it felt so good when he fucked me."
Hannah grinned fondly recalling their rought sex tonight.
Josh asked "But how did you know they would go for it?"
Hannah said "I knew they would because you know how they are whenever they come home from having sex with those other people. They're both still really horny. I've heard them when they go to bed. They usually go in their room and fuck like rabbits again on those days."
"But they could have grounded us for doing it, too. Did you think of that?"
"No way. Mom's too horny like me to pass up a kinky situation. I knew she'd talk Daddy into doing it with her."
"I think you just got lucky is all. Until they came into the bathroom naked, I was scared to death they'd yell at us for it."
"I had it all figured out. There was no need to worry. The only thing that I didn't expect was them going to the back yard when they got home. They were supposed to come in the house and catch us by looking into the open bathroom door. I had to improvise, so I opened the window so they could hear us. It still worked out."
"You were lucky, nothing more."
"Maybe. We all got something out of it, even if it took me turning my parents into pedophiles to do it. I can't wait until tonight. I'm going to go lesbian with Mommy while you take care of Daddy."
"You didn't mind it when Daddy went totally gay on you, or when you sucked his dick for him?"
"I did at first, but feeling someone suck your dick makes you not really care who's doing it, as long as it's being done to you."
"I know what you mean. If Mommy can lick a pussy half as good as Daddy, I'll be happy tonight."
Hannah was becoming slightly aroused thinking about her upcoming lesbian encounter. She spied her brother's small penis between his folded legs and grew restless. She slipped off the thong she was wearing, pushed her little brother back on the bed, and planted her head right over his exposed groin. She wrapped her full lips around his soft little dick and suckled him with her tongue until he was fully erect. Then she climbed on top of him and slipped the dick up inside her wet pussy. Her hips bucked and grinded against the 4 inch extension vulgarly.
She said jokingly "You just keep playing with your joystick while I play with your other one."
Hannah wished it were her father underneath her right now, but Josh would do until tonight. She slammed her ass against the boy's hairless groin over and over, driving the mini-cock up into her horny cunt as deeply as she could. She was doing such a good job at it that her brother decided to forego the video game. He sat it down on the bed and turned his attention to her. With the aid of the springy mattress, he thrust upward into her juicy cunt, matching her rhythmic bouncing. The impacts their groins made sent a nice tingling sensation through Hannah's under-developed reproductive tract. They continued their sexy antics until both had made each other cumm again.
Hannah, exhausted from all the bouncing, fell into a limp heap on the covers beside her younger brother. She smiled at the lad for a job well done.
"That was a good one, Josh. Thanks." she said gratiously out of breath. She kissed him fondly and laid there quietly until she had rested up. Josh went back to playing his video game on the DSI, so she decided to return to her own room to go to sleep.
"Thanks again, you little dweeb." she said playfully.
"No prob." he muttered, his fingers flailing trying to keep up with the action on the screen.
Hannah grabbed her thong along the way as she exited her brother's bedroom, carrying them in her hand. As she pulled the door close, she turned around to discover me standing in the hallway naked.
Surprised by my sudden presence, she stuttered "M-Mom! Um…. what are y-you doing here? I w-was just going to my room t-to go to bed.". Her face turned red from embarrassment.
I said "I'm sure you were. You're probably pretty tired after having your pussy fucked again."
"Oh…. Oh that. I-I was just…. just too excited to go to sleep right away, so I asked Josh to….. to….."
"To fuck you senselessly to help you sleep?" I said to finish her sentence sarcastically.
"Oh, you heard us in there?" she sheepishly asked.
"Yeah, I did, little lady. I was on my way to use the bathroom and I heard you guys moaning in there. But it's okay, now that we're all one big happy sexy family now. I'd imagine you two will be pulling this stunt a lot from now on."
She grinned shyly and agreed. "Yeah…heh heh… I guess so."
"In fact….", I added, "I suspect your father will be doing a little room hopping every now and then from now on now that you're available to him."
"Really? Wow. I can't wait." she quipped enthusiastically, smiling broadly at the idea.
"Well, I have to use the toilet, so go on to your room and get some sleep. There's something I need to explain to you in the morning. Something that is really important."
"Oh….okay, Mommy" she replied.
She looked at me funny, not knowing what I could be talking about. I watched her as she strode naked to her sticker covered door and disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her rounded upside down heart shaped ass shook nicely with every step she took. I remembered back when I was her age and my ass looked like that, not that there's been any complaints on how it looks now.
All the boys used to hit on me at school. Some of them said I looked a little like Candy Loving, the famous Playboy centerfold, I think mostly because I developed early and grew these D-cups by the time I was 16. My Dad had a hell of a time trying to keep the boys at bay, and I didn't help any. I liked the attention my curvy body afforded me and used it to my full advantage. Hell, that's how I passed Social Studies as a junior in high school. Mr Grant was going to fail me until I balled him after school.
When I finished my deed in the bathroom, I stood in front of the full length mirror that was tacked to the inside of the door. I looked at my body, trying to judge whether I still had my girlish appeal still. I cupped my huge breasts, lifted them up on my chest, and let them fall back down again. They were still in pretty good shape, I told myself. They weren't saggy like you see on those porn stars who stay in the business past their prime. The nipples were still out in front and not way down on the ends of the breast like a lot of women, and the aureolas hadn't spread out so big to look freakishly odd. They were about the size of the old silver dollars, just the right size.
I patted my ass to see how much jiggly cellulite was in it. My ass wasn't as firm and tight as Hannah's, but it didn't droop down. I only weighed 130 lbs, so it looked good in my opinion. My only flaw that I could see was the little paunch I had just above my pubic bone, but after two kids, that was normal. I could still pull off a Brazillian thong bikini at the beach with no worries.
Confident in my abilities to appeal to every age of men, I headed back down the hallway to the bedroom. As I entered the hallway, I noticed that Hannah's light was still on. I figured she was up watching TV or something, as she often did on the weekend when she didn't have to go to bed at any set time. I stepped up to her doorway and cracked it open slightly to make sure she wasn't wasting electricity by leaving everything on while she slept. I peeped into her room to discover her kneeling in front of her insatiable father sucking his hard cock greedily, as if she were a starving Ethiopian eating a tasty sausage. He had his hands on both sides of her head, pushing about 4 inches of his rising cock into her sucking mouth.
I walked on into the bedroom, which caught them by surprise, but Steve never stopped his hunching.
"Um…. Hi honey. I was just passing by her room when the urge to get a blowjob hit me, sooooo…. "
"I swear, you two are incorrigible." I said shaking my head grinning. "I knew this was going to happen once we let them join us."
Hannah pulled her father's growing cock from her mouth and said "I can't help it, Mommy. When I see Daddy naked, I just gotta have it.". She giggled, trying to downplay the situation.
My horny little daughter wrapped her soft lips back around his firm member and resumed sucking on it as hard as she could. Steve groaned aloud as she appied the pleasurable suction to his cock.
My own urges emerged as I watched the dirty father and daughter team going at it. My pussy was getting moist from the action.
I said "Steve, show her a good 69. She'll like that."
Hannah perked up and said excitedly "Oooooh, is that where I sit on Daddy's face again?
"Yeah, it is." I replied. "But you're going to suck on him while he eats you out."
"Mmmmmm, that sounds like fun." she said.
Steve climbed up on her bed and layed on his back. Hannah joined him and, without instruction, planted her puffy gash right over his face. He put his fingers into her ass crack and pulled her hips down against his open mouth. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy like Josh's little cock had just minutes earlier. He fondled her small round ass as he devoured her preteen pussy ravenously.
Hannah was moaning and grinding against his face enjoying the intense pleasure her perverted father was giving to her smooth cunt. He was making loud slurping noises as he lapped at his little girl's moist pussy.
I laid beside them with my head close to Hannah's. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed 3 inches of his now hard cock, bobbing her beautiful face up and down on the long erection. I held onto it as if I were feeding it to her. I placed my hand on top of her head and helped to push it down on her father. She was able to take in about half of it before her gag reflex activated.
I spoke to her softly. "Yeah, baby, eat that fat dick. Eat Daddy's dick for him. My little baby girl likes to eat her dirty Daddy's fucking dick. She's our little fuck whore. You like it when Daddy eats your nasty little pussy, too, don't you? Making your Daddy rape you and eat your wet, nasty pussy."
Hannah's mouth was stuffed full of dick, so all she could do was mutter a simple but enthusiastic "Mmmm-HMMM!!" as she swallowed her father's erection into her tiny mouth.
I took my hand off of her head and reached underneath her body. I grabbed one of her small pointed breasts and squeezed the dangling nipple with my thumb and finger. She groaned nicely but didn't stop me. She just looked up at me with a lusty leer and grinned slightly. I clenched my hand into a fist on her tit and got a louder groan from the sharp pain, but she still allowed me to do it. She seemed to like it. I pinched her hardening nipple firmly and pulled it to the side of her body hard.
She let go of her father's cock and exclaimed "Oh god, Mommy! That hurts! You're killing my fucking titty!"
I grinned slyly at her and asked "Do you want me to stop doing it, baby?"
She smiled devilishly and replied "No, Mommy. Keep doing it! I fucking love it!"
I again yanked hard upon her tender titty, making her groan loudly from the sharp pain. I abused her small breasts until they were both a deep shade of red. Her pink nipples and aureolas were rock hard and sore. All I had to do was tap them now to get her to yelp. I knew they'd show bruises in the morning, so I left them alone after that.
Steve was now ravaging her tight little asshole hungrily, probing his long tongue up into her rectal cavity and licking upon the inner lining of her colon. Her pussy was dripping steadily upon his chin and chest as she writhed around from the anal invasion.
Every other minute or so, she would pull her father's hard on from her mouth and hold it over at my face. I eagerly dropped my mouth down upon it and casually deep throated it until his ballsack hit my chin. Hannah was amazed at my ability to swallow the entire thing without gagging. She attempted to do it a few times, but ended up having to stop when her gag reflex hit her.
She looked at me despondently. "How do you do that, Mommy" she asked.
I said "It takes a lot of practice to keep it from gagging you. You have to ignore the gag and just keep going down on it. I'll teach it to you someday."
"Okay, Mommy." she said.
Hannah settled for only being able to handle half of her father's hard cock, resuming her sucking duties on his stiff member.
I happened to notice a plastic cigar tube on Hannah's nightstand that she kept pennies in. Feeling pretty antsy watching them go at each other in a sexy 69, I grabbed the slender tube and laid down with my head by her father's face this time. He was busilly cramming his tongue up into her tight little cunt like a rooting hog. His entire face was covered in her oozing juices, as was her whole groin area.
I rubbed the tip of the cigar tube into the juices and pressed it against her exposed asshole right above Steve's nose. I started slowly, then pushed the imitation phallus down into her rectal cavity. She moaned and looked back at me grinning broadly. She pushed her ass backward in an attempt to push it into her ass deeper, and I took that as an indication she was ready for it. I jabbed the improvised dildo down into her bowels until only the screw on cap was visible between her firm ass cheeks.
Hannah clenched her abdomen and pushed it back out for me. I stopped it when there was only about an inch of it still left inside of her ass. Then I pressed it back inside her tight sphincter again. We repeated the kinky act over and over as her father watched us while eating out her gushing preteen cunt. We kept going like this for another 5 minutes or so before deciding to change to another position.
Her father said "Hannah, 69 your dirty Momma. Get underneath her and eat her pussy out."
He climbed off of the bed so that we could get into place liek he wanted us to. With the cigar tube securely planted in her asshole, Hannah layed on her back and spread her legs. I climbed up on top of her on my knees, placing my waxed pussy right over her pretty young face. She was a little shorter than I was, but the face to pussy alignment still worked out fine.
I folded her legs up against her tender, red breasts to expose her ass and pussy fully, then I leaned forward to her nearly hairless twat, spread her ass cheeks apart with my hands, and began eating her pussy out greedily. I lowered my hips just far enough to keep my pussy hovering right above her nose without smothering her. She started licking her small tongue out at my floppy labia lips and my hard clit bump, slurping and sucking loudly as she did it.
Steve watched us cavort on the bed like mad lesbians for a minute or so, then he joined us on the bed and took up a missionary position right behind my upturned ass.
He looked down at his pretty preteen daughter as she ate my wet cunt mercilessly. She looked up at him as if she was seeking a silent praise from her father for doing as she was told to do. He nodded and smiled at her as she worked on my horny pussy, and that pleased her immensely.
Steve grabbed his cock and wiped the head of it around in the thick clear discharge oozing from my bald pussy. He tipped it down at Hannah's face, and she immediately cleaned the ooze from his cock eagerly.
He said to her "That's what little whores have to learn is to clean off their Daddy's dick when he tells them to."
He dipped his hard cock back into my pussy and coated the head of it with my fluids. This time Hannah grabbed it, pulled it into her mouth, and cleaned off every drop herself.
As she played sex slave with her father, he said "My little girl knows how to make her dirty Daddy happy. She's a fucking cock sucker who likes the taste of her Momma's nasty pussy in her mouth. Don't you, you nasty little bitch?"
She grinned at him and obediently replied "Yes, Daddy! I love Mommy's nasty pussy. I love to eat her fucking cunt for you."
"That's what I expect from dirty little whores like you."
He tapped his hard cock against her open mouth, but wouldn't let her put it in her mouth. He teased her with it, playing keepaway while she whimpered for it.
She begged "Please, dirty Daddy, please give me that fucking big dick! I want your big fat dick so bad, Daddy!"
"Show me how bad you want my fucking dick, you little bitch! Put your tongue on Mommy's clit and keep it there."
She did as she was told. Hannah placed her tongue right against my clit and waited for her father.
Steve leaned forward and put his dick about an inch inside my pussy. He grunted, and I felt something wet strike the inner walls of my sloppy vagina momentarily, then stop. He pulled out of my pussy and out seeped an ounce or two of his smelly urine into Hannah's open mouth. The acrid taste surprised her at first, but she instantly knew what it was. She kept her head still as it ran down into her mouth and covered her tongue with a musky, salty taste.
When his daughter swallowed it down and put her mouth back up to my pussy for more, he grinned.
"Now that's a good little girl. Good little whores know to do what their dirty daddies make them do."
He put his dick back into my pussy and squirted a few more ounces of his piss up into me. Hannah was there and eagerly sucked the smelly urine out of my vagina. Not wanting to wait for it anymore, Hannah grabbed his dick and pulled it down into her mouth.
"More, Daddy! More piss! I want your nasty piss, Daddy! Give it to me."
Her father unloaded his full bladder into her sucking mouth. She tried to keep up with it by swallowing it down as fast as she could, but some of it leaked out from around her lips and ran all over her face and into her long blonde hair. He paused long enough for her to catch her breath and swallow what she had, then they resumed. Our daughter defiled herself by drinking every drop of bitter piss he was willing to let her have. The final few ounces were shot right onto her face, which she seemed to enjoy greatly. Using her hands, she smeared the stinking fluid around on her face like it was face cream, licking her tongue out vulgarly at her father as she did it.
Complimenting her efforts, Steve said "Our dirty little girl is turning out to be a great whore, Momma. She learns fast."
Hannah grabbed his cock, put her soft lips around the reddish head, and sucked her cheeks in hard to get out any remaining pee from his urethra. Her tongue darted in and out of the hole in the tip, which her father adored.
I was eating out her flooding pussy ravenously at the opposite end of the bed. As I drilled my long tongue as deep as I could down into her clenching pussy, I worked the plastic cigar tube in and out of her puckered asshole. Her slender hips bucked against my face, grinding her puffy gash up against my open mouth in favorable response.
Steve reached down to Hannah's sore chest and pushed down on the reddened orbs, mashing them against her ribcage. She yelped from the soreness I had inflicted upon them earier, but not minding him doing it. He pinched her hard nipples like I did, pulling the points upward against her weight. She squealed, her poor preteen breasts aching horribly, but her outcries were intermingled with pleased moans as well. Her big eyes watered from the soreness, but she laid there and let him keep doing it with a sadistic smile on her face.
Her father said "Momma, I can't wait until her tits get as big as yours. Then I can really have some good fun with them."
That was a good possibility. The women in my family were all blessed with big natural breasts. My mom, my aunt, my older sister, and even my grandma were all notorious for their huge racks. There wasn't a set of tits smaller than a C-cup in the whole bunch.
Steve took up position behind my exposed ass. He gripped his raging boner and pressed the head of it against my wet pussy. He thrust forward and buried the whole thing up inside my pissy cunt, forcing it past the elastic cervical band in my womb quite easily. He pounded my cunt mercilessly as Hannah watched from below.
He said "Get to licking, little whore. Eat your slutty Momma's pussy while I fuck it!"
I felt my young daughter's tongue begin lapping at my urine soaked gash and clit again underneath me. I moved my hips in small circles against her outstretched tongue and Steve's thick cock as they both pleasured my backside relentlessly.
As I ate out Hannah's sweet tasting slit, I kneaded her immature puffy labia lips between my thumb and index finger gently. She moaned softly from the pleasant massage. I've always loved the look a child's pussy has. Hannah's loose labia hadn't quite developed fully yet. Her pussy resembled two curved fingers held together with only the slightest tuft of blonde pubic hair at the very top of her undeveloped slit. You had to pry the fat lips apart to view the soft, pink, tender flesh inside, whereas an older woman merely had to spread her legs to expose her vaginal canal.
And the taste…. I had never tasted a woman's pussy before that was as sweet as my daughters. Maybe it was because she was so young, or maybe it was because she hadn't had multitudes of men invade her pussy yet, I didn't know. There was hardly any musky taste or fishy aromas like older women normally have. It was like when you have sex in a dream and odors and flavors don't occur. Her pussy was perfect.
Steve would pull out of my cunt every now and then and make Hannah clean my thick lubricating juices from his hard cock. He would move his dick around in her mouth, making it bulge her smooth cheeks out vulgarly. He'd also jam 2 or 3 of his fingers into my sopping gash and shove them into her mouth to make her ingest more of my juices.
He said "Mmmmm, I love little lesbian whores like you, Hannah. You're gonna be a great fuck slut. Little horny cunts like you are hard to come by. I just wish we could bring you along when we go out to fuck other people. I'd love to see you get your tight cunt and your shitty asshole stuffed at the same time by me and some other fat cock at the same time. Or watch your dirty Momma and a couple more ladies go to town on your little body in a big fucking lez fest."
Steve must have enjoyed the idea of his little girl getting double-teamed a lot because he started slamming my pussy feverishly after he mentioned it. It sent my big dangling breasts to swaying and hitting me against the chin. I hand to brace my hands against Hannah's head board to keep him from driving my head against it, he was impacting against my upturned ass so hard. I heard him groan loudly behind me, then he drove his hard cock up inside my wet pussy as far as it would go.
"NNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" he exclaimed as he filled my empty womb with a massive dose of thick, salty sperm. He kept it buried up inside me until his balls pumped every last little drop of his man seed up in there.
He pulled out of my sticky cunt and pushed his still erect cock into our immature daughter's mouth. She took in half of it and suckled the mixture of my pussy juices and his incestuous sperm from the end of it.
He said as she cleaned him off "You'd better get used to that flavor, my sweet little fuck buddy. You're going to be tasting that a lot from here on out."
When Hannah had licked away every last bit of her parent's illicit fluids, she looked up at him from under his ballsack and said, grinning broadly, "I can't wait, Daddy. I'm looking forward to it."
Steve shifted his body backward until he was sitting on the bed with his legs spread alongside of Hannah's upper body. His balls were about 3 inches from the top of her head. He looked down at his beautiful daughter lovingly and played with her urine damp hair. She smiled up at him adoringly, ever the obedient little girl who loved her Daddy without question.
When his semen started oozing out of my ravaged pussy, her dirty father pushed down on my ass to bring it closer to Hannah's face, making sure her lips touched against my sperm coated labia.
"Eat up, my dear. You have a lot of sperm to dig out of your Mommy's nasty pussy." he told her authoritatively.
She opened her mouth on cue and jutted out her tongue, pushing it in between my loose labia lips. She reached up and spread my slit apart with her thumbs to give her full access to my dripping vaginal canal. She lapped at the thick white goo seeping out of my cunt greedily, flailing her tongue all over on my sensitive flesh and hard clit bump to get at it. It felt amazing on my pussy, whatever she was doing to it. She was determined to dig out every last drop of her father's incestuous seed from my loins.
No to be outdone, I turned my attention to her swollen clit and bladder opening. I sucked hard upon the hard bump at the top of her puffy gash. She squealed from the overstimulation I was putting upon it with my trained mouth and ate out my dripping pussy even faster. I also pursed my lips and applied intense suction on her tiny urethral opening that led into her bladder. More than once I extracted a mouthful of her rancid piss from the miniscule hole and swallowed it down.
We were both going at it like wild savages. She licking and digging at my cumm filled cunt ferociously, and me licking and suckling upon her tender folds and urinary tract trying to get more and more from her writhing little naked body. Our mutual efforts paid off in the form of a mutually shared double climax.
We both shouted out loud as our orgasms hit our bodies simultaneously. A very loud grunt for me, "NNNNNGGGHHH!!!!", and a very vocal "AAAHHHHNNNNGGHHH!!!!!!" that echoed throughout her bedroom for my trembling little daughter.
I had to push myself sideways to keep from falling down upon Hannah when my strength left my legs and arms. I landed on my side and basked in the glory of another great climax this evening. The two of us lay there on the bed satisfied with ourselves that we had done a great job to get each other off so completely.
When my senses returned, I crawled and turned my body to lay parallel with Hannah face to face. I could smell the urine in her long hair when I laid my face next to hers. I would have to wash her blanket tomorrow.
Her cheeks and chin were covered in thick clear slime and stringy white sperm from my climax ejecting the contents of my womb onto her pretty, youthful face. I licked off what sperm I could and kissed her deeply in the mouth. She reciprocated and lashed her tongue against mine, sharing the flavor of her father's incest in my mouth. Then I laid my arm across her bare chest and pulled her up against me tightly. We grinned affectionately at one another and snuggled.
Steve hopped up off of the bed and leaned over us. He gave us each a quick peck on the lips and said "You two were wonderful. I'm going to go do a quick whore bath and clean the sticky from my groin. Hannah, you be sure to wash your hair and face before you go to sleep."
She replied "I think I'm just going to take a whole shower, Daddy. Mommy got my pussy pretty sticky, too. It'll be quicker that way."
"Okay, honey. Barb, you coming to bed in a minute?"
"Yeah, I'll be in there once I get Hannah all cleaned up."
"Okay. See you in a bit."
Steve disappeared through the bedroom door down the dimly lit hallway. We heard him turn on the sink faucet and wash up, then he went into our bedroom.
I got up from the bed and told Hannah "Baby, hop up. I have to take this pissy blanket off the bed so I can wash it tomorrow. We'll get you washed up, too, so you can finally get some rest. It's 1 am now."
After dismounting her bed, she said "It's okay, Mommy. It's the weekend and tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have school or anything."
"I know, but you need your rest. You've had a big night tonight."
She looked at me thoughtfully and asked "Mommy, what was it you wanted to tell me earlier when we were in the hallway?"
"It's okay, baby. We can talk about it in the morning. It's kind of late now."
Impatient to wait for the answer, she insisted I tell her. "Please, Mommy. Please tell me."
She hit me with a really good begging puppy look with those big, gorgeous Anna Sophia Robb eyes of hers and I couldn't resist.
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you while you take your shower."
She grinned and darted off for the bathroom. I gathered her blanket up in my arms and inspected the sheets underneath it. They were still dry. Luckily her father hadn't peed enough for it to soak through to them. That saved me from having to change her sheets tonight at least. When he gets a notion to do something, her father doesn't think about the clean up afterward. He's too impetuous and just goes ahead and does it anyway.
I carried the blanket into the bathroom and dropped it into the clothes hamper sitting across the room. Hannah was adjusting the faucet to temper the water. She hopped into the tub once she got it to her liking and began shampooing her hair to rid it of the urine odor. She left the curtain open, obviously to let me watch her bathe. I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and enjoyed the show.
She was soaping up her nubile body with a bar of soap and looked over at me.
"Mommy, what were you going to tell me?"
It was hard to concentrate to tell her what I was about to reveal to her. She was so pretty, so smooth, so taut. It was exciting to see her soaping up her beautiful, young body right in front of me like that. My bisexual side was yearning to climb over into the bath tub with her so I could run my soapy hands all over her delectable body again, but I resisted the temptation. I looked up at her face to keep my mind on what I wanted to say to her.
I spoke seriously and said "Baby, there's something I need to tell you…. about my side of the family. Something I was hoping had skipped you, but after tonight, I can tell you've got it, too."
She looked at me worried like I was about to tell her she had cancer or something.
Concerned, she asked "W-What is it, Mommy?"
"There's something I have to tell you about us Charles women. You see, there's a reason why you are so horny and explorative all the time."
"What's that, Mommy?" she queried curiously.
"You see, baby, the Charles women all have a condition called 'Nymphomania'. Do you know what that is?"
Hannah thought for a second, then replied "No. What is it, Mommy?"
"It's a condition where a woman wants to have sex a lot. They stay horny all the time. Their bodies make too much of a certain hormone and it makes them want to have an orgasm all the time."
She was riveted to my words. It helped explain her yearnings for sex lately, and her cooking up the whole plan to entice me and her father into having sex with her, although I knew nothing of her plan at that time myself. I only found out about it much later in her teens.
Curious, she asked "But why do we get it?"
I said "We don't really know why us Charles women have it. When did your horniness start? When your periods started?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"That's when it usually happens, when we hit puberty. You remember the talk we had when your period started, how I told you your body changes and starts to grow into a woman? That's what triggers the gene in us that makes us horny all the time."
Hannah pondered the explanation I had given her intently. She took a moment to let it register in her mind, then looked up at me.
"So…. I'm going to be horny all the time from now on?", she asked me sort of worriedly.
"I'm afraid so, baby. That's why I wanted to talk to you once I knew you had it, too."
"So you have it, too?"
"Yes, baby, I have it, too. I guess that's what got me started swinging with other married couples. You have it, I have it, your Grandma had it, and your Aunt Sadie has it. All of us Charles women do."
Hannah stopped scrubbing her body and let the fact sink into her brain fully. It explained a lot, she said to herself. Her excess horniness and and her inability to keep from daydreaming about boys and sex for the past 6 months or so. She thought it was normal for women to feel this way, despite how she saw her friends and the media portray sex as something that was to be chaste and discreet about. She thought everyone else just had better self control to be able to handle the constant urges she was experiencing. How could they not keep from ripping each others clothes off and have wild sex whenever and wherever they felt like it?
I could see the wheels turning in Hannah's mind from her expression of self discovery. I did the same thing the day my mother sat me down and explained nymphomania to me at puberty after she discovered me having sex with an older boy from my school up in my bedroom when I thought everyone was out of the house. She was down in our basement doing some spring cleaning when she came upstairs with a load of junk to throw away. She heard me and the boy moaning down the stairs and found us locked in a very intense doggy style fuckathon. Mom told me after he left that she had silently watched us through the ajar door for 20 minutes, kneeling pantless in the hallway masturbating to us having sex. She didn't want to shame me by barging in and putting a stop to it, so she let the boy finish and leave first. As I was washing his sperm off of my face in the bathroom, she came in and explained the curse of the Charles women to me.
Hannah looked over at me and asked "So I'm not the weird kid who thinks about sex all the time?"
With a sympathetic smile, I said "No, baby. You're just fine. Just a little different than everyone else, that's all."
She looked relieved. "Geez, I thought I was some kind of wierdo or something since no one else acted horny all the time. My friends would talk about liking boys and stuff, but they never talked dirty and said they wanted to fuck them all like I wanted to say."
"That's one reason I wanted to talk to you, Hannah. I know right now your body is making you do things that other girls wouldn't ever do themselves. I know how hard it is to fight those urges, but it can be done with a little practice. I had to cope with the constant urge to have sex myself. I was just lucky enough to find a man who has a similar sexual appetite. Your father has the libido of a 14 year old. It's the only way he can keep up with me. And when we were introduced to swinging, that gave us an added outlet to further quell my sex drive and keep our constant sexual activity from becoming stale and boring."
Hannah resumed scrubbing her body under the cascading water eminating from the overhead shower sprayer. Once she was finished, I handed her a fresh towel to dry off with. As she dried her smooth, nearly hairless dripping body off, she queried me for more info about coping with the condition.
Curiously, she asked me "Mom, how did you do it? I mean, how did you keep from fucking every boy you met in school? I walk down the halls and have to tell myself not to pull some boy into the bathroom and have sex with him."
I said "It was really hard when it first hit me. I was like you, I wanted to fuck every good looking boy at school. I thought I was alone in this since none of my friends ever acted that way. But after your grandma and aunt talked to me and told me they had it too, I felt normal again knowing that other women had the same condition that I did. I wasn't alone anymore and they gave me a lot of support to keep my urges at bay. They introduced me to my first official dildo, an 8 inch latex vibrator that looked like a real penis. I used that a lot to keep my need for sex calmed down. We'll stop at the Pleasure Castle and pick one out for you when I take you to the doctor for your birth control. You can use it to get off on so you won't be so horny all the time."
I was probably the coolest mother in the world at that moment. Here I was discussing sex and dildoes and boys openly with my young daughter just as casually as any other mother would be talking to their own daughters about clothes or buying an Ipad. Hannah expressed her devotion to my open mindedness by sitting on my lap and giving me a very affectionate hug. I wrapped my arms around her narrow shoulders and pulled her tightly against me.
"Thank you for telling me, Mommy. I love you so much." she expressed.
"You're my baby, Hannah. I love you more than anyone else in the world, baby. I'll always be here for you when you need me."
I laid her pretty head against my shoulder and patted it gently and reassuringly. She sat there and hugged me for what seemed like 5 minutes before getting drowsy and yawning. I stood her up and steered her back to her bedroom. Hannah slipped underneath the sheets still naked and covered herself with the sheets. I found a quilted throw on her hope chest and laid that over her to replace the urine dampened blanket I removed from her bed.
I kissed her on the forehead and said "Good night, baby. We can talk more in the morning if you want to."
She said "Okay, Mommy. Good night."
Hannah smiled as I walked away and flicked off her light. I heard her crunch her body into the fetal position behind me as I closed her door. That was her favorite position to sleep in.
I stepped into my bedroom and found Steve on his side already asleep. I guess the poor feller was drained of energy as well as bodily fluids. I slipped into bed quietly and spooned against his back, thinking about the wild, kinky events of the night. It's not everyday you introduce incest and pedophilia into an already markedly taboo swinger relationship.
*Note: The "Alien" tag is a bit of a stretch, I know, but… it's sortta true.*
It's the fall season and a slightly colder day on the planet Harimai. My slaves work without complaint as my sons watch over them. I'm relaxing on my rocking chair with a glass of mixed whisky and orange-spice.
Night comes and it's time to finish for the day. My sons heard the slaves to their stables, for the night. One of them turns on the "firestone" to amuse and entertain them. And a little later they will also bring them loaves of flavored-bread, beer, and various pastries for the night.
Like any other man I can get bored and I wish to entertain my mind, and my indoor house slaves will entertain me for that reason. A female, and like her male counterparts, not as bright. She stands at 5 feet and 6 inches tall, dark-tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes.
I bought her from a nursery at a large city while she was still very young. At the time, when I bought, her I simply had in mind for her to tend the small flower gardens surrounding my household. But as she grew up… she developed quite the lustful body.
She now does very little housework as per my instruction, and now she enjoys a life of indoor rest and luxury. She strolls inside the house wearing little more than a elaborate white loincloth covering her front and back of her hips, lightly gilded cuffs over her wrists and ankles, she fancies a pair of green sandals for her feet and honestly I didn't mind buying them for her.
Upwards she wares a leather collar around her throat. Other than that she's completely naked with her exposed breasts always out in display.
I approach her while she watches a children's show on the large monitor in the entertainment-den. She sees me and sits herself upright facing me on her knees and holds out her breasts with her hands in presentation.
I reach down and gently grip one mound of soft flesh and gently pull her up with it.
"Come with me." And she follows. I have plans tonight to push the body of this slave to the limits of pleasure and madness.
No, I don't take her down to a dark dungeon with fluttering-bats half a mile below the soil. I take her to the small building near the outdoor garden-bath. It's fragrant during the summer and surrounded by songbirds as well. While it could be heated even during the winter.
But enough of the bath, back to this slave that I hold by the breast and guide into the building. The door opens and we enter, it closes.
We approach the center of the room when– *buzzz* My phone hums against my leg. The screen of the crystal display says it's Robert.
"What is it?" I ask.
"A drone has a fever and is sweating. I'd like to take him to the city and have him checked."
"Yes, do so. Take some money from the box, and go." My slaves may never know what it is to be free as they would in there savage state from the outlands, but I do take care of them. Besides it's expensive to outright replace a slave, especially if the sickness would be so easily cured. And a sick slave can affect other slaves, a much more costly and avoidable error.
I look back at my slave as she curiously looks at the device in my hand. Slightly confused hearing Robert's voice but not acctually seeing him nearby. I don't care to explain it to her. Not that she'd remember even If I did tell her.
I brought her to the center of the room and left her there. I walked to the wall and pressed a panel open and it slid open to either side. Inside were several small containers, each one no bigger than 4 inches high and 7 inches around. The lower shelf held black containers, the two middle shelves held dark green containers, then the top shelf brown ones. I pick a middle one.
Into a small cup I pour from the green container a grey-sludge substance. It's not even an ounce being poured in, then I pour a common sweet syrup filling it near to the top. Then gave it to her. She knows the syrup after a quick sniff of the cup and greedily drinks it. Usually the syrup is given only as a reward for good behavior. She does not know what is ahead.
After a moment, she feels her heart lurch from inside, the cup drops from her hand then she collapses on the floor. She's not dead, nor is she in any "real" danger.
I bring out my "book" and open it. Inside is my tablet and it displays the slave and the room as an iridescent holographic image above the glass surface. Interestingly it also shows beneath the room, and it's contents below.
The image shows her body clearly and her represented glow is replaced by a shift of color to blue. I walk to her defenseless body and a simple tug removes the simple loincloth away.
I tap my foot against the floor and a simple stool emerges from the floor for me to sit on.
I tap my fingers against the tablet and drag my fingers up then make a circle around the displayed body. From the floor, a sludge creeps from below and begins capturing the slave. First a leg, then her two hands, then her second leg. I draw on the tablet again and it rights her on her hands and knees. I draw again a straight line then the sludge begins entering her mouth then moves up into her nasal passage and out her nostrils, rejoining at the mouth forming an unnatural head-collar.
I draw again on the tablet a line upwards and a circle motion then a press down. Her eyes become enslaved as it invades her skull to the brain. A tiny micro-slaver wraps around the ocular nerves and hijacks her sight. Now she only sees what I wish her to see.
I draw again, a motion downward, and with finality, the encircled motion.
I took a few moments for anything to be seen, but from her exposed sex, her clit emerged then engorged to a few inches.
I draw and tap on the image of her brain. Suddenly she very awake, and panics at her immobility, blindness, the intrusion of her nose, and agony of arousal all at the same time.
I draw again motions and now her clit surges in volume in size. It grows a few inches to three inches, the five more inches, and five more again. She moans a droned cry of agony, aroused to agony and helpless to do anything bound to organic shackles she cannot see nor fight against.
And it goes she wails a howl and unnatural moan as her clit lengthens twelve inches and steadily grows again and again.
I smirk and adjust my own swollen arousal. Her body helpless as her clit betrays its host body, it grows again and again, now four and a half feet long and not stopping. It grows again to six feet then eight feet. Eleven feet then fourteen, eighteen then twenty-three feet, twenty-eight, thirty-one then thirty-five feet. It stops.
She breaths like an animal having run a year long marathon and mated with 100 males an hour. Her breath is as ragged and as her brain cannot comprehend what it is she feels.
I draw again, and wait a moment. A minute passes then it happens. Like a snake from the ground her lengthened clit raises from the ground and moves as I draw on my tablet accordingly.
Her words are nothing but sounds from her open gaped mouth. A mouth ready for intrusion.
I draw in half circles, and the head of her own clit invades her mouth, and dives deep down her throat then reaching her stomach.
Could she form words, even if I released her now? I wonder…. nah.
I draw again and intruding organ coils into a ball filling the bulk of her stomach forming a noticeable bulge in her stomach seen from outside by me. Now… it presses further, It enters further past her stomach and into her small digestive-track, it worms and coils further along and down careful to not in anyway rupture the intestinal walls. Onward and forward, it reaches the large-intestine.
A quick red-flash from the tablet tells me she has passed out. Can't have that. I tap my finger on her represented brain and awaken her. She groans aloud an unnatural sound.
Back to the fun. I motion for her own traitor to enlarge it's girth and push onwards, and it obeys. Her clit swells to the girth of a bull and drives itself out reaching her anus.
I draw in motion, then the head of it begins slamming the inside of her asshole as if trying to get out.
I draw again, this time it fattens and presses against the exit stopping short of exiting her ass. She moans unnatural sounds that would frighten some if heard unknowingly.
I just notice her slit is dripping wet. Not just "she's aroused" It's as if someone left a garden hose inside running and a steady flow of fluid just keeps pouring out. Her body shines with sweat and reaks a sent of a certain foulness.
Finally I command her sensitive-traitor to force itself out. And like a worm from the moist earth, it emerges twenty inches out. An organ naturally not even a inch in length, writhing from her ass as a snake that wrestles on the ground.
I just sit there, admiring my work. I draw and gently let her down on her back and release her arms and legs. Her toes splay outwards, her fingers curl like claws, her eyes dart around searching for light from anywhere.
I walk over to her and give a firm swat on her rump. She writhes on the ground in a contorted fashion. Her exposed clit outside her stomach grinds and presses against the floor as she howls. She makes another sound that I can't even call "moaning"
Oh, I know what will drive her crazy. I turn my attention back to her obscene "tail" and grab it quite firmly and drag her along the ground. The firmness of the grip and being dragged force sensations into her not meant to be felt. The mouth-sounds she's making are more than just a little unsettling, I'll admit.
I draw again a half circle then a square shape, and her body becomes stiff. I grip her "tail" again and lift raising the lower half of her body upright. Her body stays where I left it, defying the natural gravity of wanting to drop to the ground.
I handle her misshaped organ again then maneuver the tip into her sex-passage deeply. And there it stays.
On command I force it to fatten inside her. And the new noises from her mouth are just otherworldly.
It twitches and pulses inside and forces itself upwards pressing a second smaller bulge under her stomach.
Her body is dripping with fluid uncontrollably no matter what I do to her. Or even absent what I do to her, whatever.
I grab one of her tits again and just mashed and rolled the fun-flesh in my hands.
Well what now? I wonder…. What else can I do to amuse myself? … Ah, I know.
I walk over to a wall and push the wall-panel open to either side reveling a shallow cold-box and pull out a bottle of not-very expensive liquor, and return to her.
I lowered her to lay flat on her back and I draw a "V" on the tablet then a oval, then tap open her mouth and fix it in position.
The sludge reforms around her head and forms a funnel over her mouth, and it stretches the narrow spout down her throat in competition with her invaded organ stopping at the top of her stomach. I prop her body up at an angle, open the bottle, then pour it's contents down her open mouth and unprotected throat.
I don't advise my children to drink heavy. A little is okay, and an occasional festival amount of drink can be tolerated, but what this slave is taking in could keep her under a hangover for days.
A fifth, then half, then soon enough the entire bottle empties to the last drop. I tap then pinch on the tablet as I remove the bottle from her mouth.
I can not fathom what she feels, and I admit perhaps I ought to be thankful not to be in her position. Her body convulses, she feels as if she should eject the liquor, but no matter how she dry-heaves, nothing is coming out.
I readjust myself in my pants.
I sit there on my floor-stool for a few minutes just watching her dry-heave, moan, groan, writhe. I just watch, nothing else. She makes those slightly unnerving sounds, and then she makes those other unnatural sounds that sends a chalkboard scratch from my knees to the front of my chest.
She passes out again.
Well I think that enough fun for the night. I draw a final time. Her body heaves with a writhe, then her mutated molested clit deflates and begins a quick withdraw out of her sex then back into her ass, her intestines quiver as it withdraws into the stomach and uncoils its mass, it withdraws out the throat and out the mouth, and finally shrinks down back into her body between her legs where it rightfully belongs like any normal woman, slave or otherwise.
The sludge drips out of her from every possible orifice and rests back in the floor below.
I straddle her body and place the tablet above her face, observing the holographic representation of her brain. I rotate the image around, back and forth. Well… I don't see anything broken. Nothing snapped.
Well I've held myself off more than long enough. I tap a rectangle on the floor and a table raises lifting her to hip height to myself. I manipulate her body again face down, and position her ass hanging off the edge.
My cock pushes into her ass, ahhh…. it's the long-wait that makes it all the worth while. It's a quick fuck and I don't intend to drag it out any longer than I have too. Just a few more strokes, and I orgasm inside her, and sigh.
Must be dinner time. Perhaps a simple dish of potatoes and vegetables. I look at my tablet a final time and bring up a timeline highlighted in white. *tap-tap, swipe* She'll be sore and hungover tomorrow but she won't remember this room or what happened in it.
I wake up the next morning damn near the crack of dawn, shower, dress, and join my family for breakfast. Johnathan makes his favorite meal for us all, and a few sweet-cakes for his little sisters.
The indoor house slaves also have breakfast at their table cereal with milk and a pastry. My slave from last night is also there, trying to eat her pastry with an obviously degree of difficulty. Eventually they finished and went their ways accordingly.
Well… another day of work.
Constructive criticism always welcomed, and I hope you enjoyed this as I did writing it.clitoris lengthening bdsm
"Good afternoon Mr. Sparrow," Gary said with a smile.
"Gary. What can I do for you?" I asked. It was too early for the leaves to start falling, and too late to mow my lawn.
"Can I come in?"
"Alright," I said and let him in.
Gary sat on the couch and handed me a piece of paper. I took the paper and sat on the adjacent couch and opened it up. It was an invoice. A 600 invoice.
"This is a 600 invoice," I said shocked.
"That's pretty pricey for yard work," I said.
"Oh no, Mr.Sparrow, that isn't all yard work. That also includes the paint job for the garage and entire back gate. Also includes labor."
I forgot about that. I hired Gary to repaint my garage and the black metal gate that stretched across my property early this summer. I didn't realize it would cost this much. I studied the detailed invoice again, hoping on second inspection the number would change.
"Whoa," Gary whispered out loud.
I looked up and saw Gary eyeing Erika from the corner of his eyes. Erika was in the hallway dusting a painting on the wall. Erika was in a green bra and matching thong panties with green thigh high stockings. Her hair in a single ponytail. She was on her tiptoes trying to reach the upper corners of the painting. I watched Gary as he turned slightly to get a better view. His mouth open.
"Gary," I said. Gary quickly turned and looked at me.
"I'm sorry Mr.Sparrow, I wasn't, I mean I didn't…" he stammered.
"It's OK, I understand. She is good eye candy, isn't she?"
"hell yeah," Gary said and turned his head again to see her.
I crumpled up the invoice and said,"You wanna meet her?"
Gary turned towards me staring blankly. Finally, he managed to nod his head yes.
I called out to Erika who comes running into the living room. The moment she sees Gary, she stops cold. She looks at him then at me. Erika stands in front of us, and moves her hands in front of her in an attempt to cover herself.
"Erika this is Gary. Gary, meet Erika," I said proudly.
Gary just smiles and blurts out a 'hi'. Erika just nods.
For a dramatic effect, I let a minute go by without saying anything. Gary just stares at Erika, and Erika moves her head left and right, up and down. She moves it in all direction except in Gary's. Just then I wish I could set the remote to 'high'.
Gary breaks the ice by saying,"That's a nice color on you."
I just laughed and thought what an idiot. Erika doesn't respond.
Another minute of the awkwardness passes and Gary again attempts to converse. He says,"You're very hot."
"Erika, why don't you ask Gary if he wants anything to drink. Where are your manners?" I said.
Erika shoots me a look as if somehow she was going to get me back for this.
"What would you like to drink?" Erika asks Gary coldly.
"Anything," Gary responds.
We both watch as Erika walks out of the living room. Her ass swaying in a hypnotic motion.
"What an ass," Gary says.
Erika returns and hands Gary a glass of water who takes it and gulps it down and as fast as can.
"Gary was just saying what an ass you have."
"Well, I didn't mean it in an insulting way. I just meant that it…looks…nice…" Gary starts defending himself.
"Turn around and show it to him again," I said, ignoring Gary's whimpy behavior.
Erika turns around.
"You have a perfect ass," Gary says a little less formal.
"She does, doesn't she? I just love slapping those ass cheeks," I said.
"God I envy you," Gary answers.
"She's also gives good blowjobs," I said.
"Dude…what're you doing to me???"
"Better question is, what can she do for you?" I said and threw the crumpeled invoice at Gary.
He just stares at me.
"Here's the deal. Three blowjobs in exchange for that invoice."
Erika winces at the sound of that. She turns and looks at me shaking her head, and mouthing the words 'no'.
"Are you serious? Really?? But I had help with all that work."
"Extend the deal to your friends. Three blowjobs each."
"Hell yeah, from me!" Gary says excited.
"OK. But if your friend doesn't agree, you owe them money," I said.
"Don't worry about it," Gary says.
I get up and walk over to Erika. I place my hands on the small of her back and guide her closer to Gary. She's a little hesitant. I lean in and say, "just pretend you're at a party and he's one of those random guys. Just be glad I didn't agree to three fuckings."
I place Erika in front of Gary, who stands up and fumbles with his belt. I sit back down, and pick up a magazine. Erika, slowly moves her hands away from her body, and reluctantly gets on her knees. Gary positions himself in front of her, and Erika reaches forward and unzip his pants and pulls them and his underwear down to his ankles. Gary's thin white dick stands up. Erika looks at me one more time, pleading with me. But I just stare back.
Erika wraps her fingers around Gary's manhood, leans forward and licks his shaft. She puts his balls in her mouth and starts rubbing his dick. Gary moans out load. Erika does her magic and works up and down his penis, she gets to the head and licks it. She squeezes his balls slightly and Gary squirms a little. She continues to wrap her mouth around the head and starts going down it. She takes it all in. All the way down. She bobs her head up and down a few times. Gary just continues to groan and moan. He doesn't make any movements but just stands there. A few more up and down motions and I hear Gary screaming. He empties a load directly in Erika's mouth, who swallows it. She removes her mouth off him and licks his shaft and balls. Finally, she lets go, stands up and takes a few steps back. She has a little disgusted look on her face, but manages to avoid eye contact.
Gary zips up and says,"that was sooooo good!"
I get up and walk Gary to the door. At the door I said,"Now remember you have two more blowjobs left, and your friend has three. Come by tomorrow, same time."
"You betcha," Gary said. He looks at Erika and says bye to her, but she doesn't look up or respond. She doesn't move at all.
I close the door and sit back down on the couch. Erika continues standing there, head down and hands in front of her. A few minutes later I ask her doesn't she have chores left? She looks up, and nods and slowly walks out of the living room.
Joe came over around 7pm. He was greeted at the door by Erika who led him into the living room. Joe slaps Erika's ass hard before sitting down. She hands him a beer and comes stands next to me. She is still in her green bra and matching thong panties, but her hair is loose and no stockings.
"Guess we're not going out tonight?" Joe asks seeing that Erika was in her underwear.
"I don't know yet. What do you want to do?" I ask.
"Wanna go to that party at Tom's?" Joe asks.
"Nah. I don't know him, I don't know what kind of people he has over, I don't even know what neighborhood he lives in," I said. My main reason was Erika's safety. She may be my sex slave but I wasn't going to put her at risk by taking him to a house of a guy I don't know surrounded by people I never met in an are I've never been to.
"Yeah, I hear you. How about we take turns fucking her instead?" Joe says, smiling.
"Now that sounds fun," I said.
"I'm first," Joe says and walks over to Erika. He drops his sweat pants sans underwear. He's already hard and pointing upwards. He motions Erika into the middle of the living room, she abides. She gets down on her knees and reaches for his dick when Joe pulls back.
"Take it off," he commands.
Erika gets up, unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor, then shimmies out of her thong and kicks them aside with her feet. He reaches forward and puts his hands between her legs and feels her pussy.
"I feel like going rough tonight," Joe says. He then walks away from her, goes in his jacket and pulls something out. He walks back to Erika, takes one of her wrists and slaps a metal object on it, twirls her around, takes her other wrist and slaps the other piece on it and locks it. He twirls her around.
Erika struglles a little as she's constrained.
"Struggle all you want. Those cuffs ain't coming off anytime soon," Joe says.
"You know she has a dog collar and leash too. Their on the computer desk," I said helping.
Joe bolts out of the room and comes back a few seconds later with her leash and collar. He puts the collar on her, and hooks up the chain too. He steps back to admire the view.
"Now that's a perfect look for you," Joe boasts.
Standing before us was Erika fully naked with her hands handcuffed behind her back, hair down with a SLUT dog collar and leash protruding from it. Her smooth shaven pussy and her 34C free. Her nipples erect. No doubt she was turned on as much as we were.
Joe goes back to his jacket and pulls out his phone. He snaps a few pics of Erika, drops the phone on the couch and goes back to her.
"You remember that Cinco De Mayo conversation we had?" I said.
"I do…" Joe says smiling.
Early this year, Joe and I were getting drunk at a local bar when the topic of Erika came up. That topic always came up when we were getting drunk. We started again on what we would do to her if we ever had the chance. Then Joe commented on how he'd love to videotape fucking her then watch it afterwards with Erika and have her point out which was her favorite part of the video.
I leave the room and enter a few minutes later with my digital camcorder. I turn it on, point the camera at Erika. She looks into the camera. Her eyes wide open, and her lips quivering.
"Introduce your self," I said.
Erika swallowed hard, and nervously says,"I'm Er-Erika."
I stop the recorder and say," Say it with gusto. Like those girls on Girl Gone Wild."
Erika nodded, swallowed hard again and exhaled. Looked into the camera, smiled a little and said,"Hi. I'm Erika. I'm eightteen and about to be fucked hard."
Joe and I looked at each other in amazement.
I motion her to spin around. I zoom in a little as she spins. Joe walk over to her and slaps her ass. He then grabs her wrists and spins her around. I zoom out to get the full view.
Joe grabs the leash and pulls it down a little. Erika's upper body bends over slightly but her legs remain straight. Joe pulls the leash a little more until Erika's face is close to his rock solid penis. Holding the leash, Joe sways his hips left to right, right to left. His thick hard penis starts hitting against her cheeks. He continues to cock slap Erika a few times, sometimes swaying his hips very fast.
I zoom in a little as his dick slaps her face. Her facial expression was priceless.
"Open wide," Joe says. Erika complies and Joe shoves his dick in her mouth very hard. He holds the leash firmly while shoving himself down her throat.
Erika starts gagging but Joe shoves it in more. Erika's face turns bright red as Joe keeps going in. Joe takes his dick out, gives Erika a second to exhale before he shoves it back down her throat. This time he goes in faster and rougher and presses his hips in deeper. Erika's face gets beet red, eyes bulging.
She opens her mouth wide to allow more coverage. From the corners of her mouth saliva starts dripping down. Joe takes his dick out, then rams it back in. He presses in deeper and holds it, with his other hand he presses her nostrils closed. Erika fidgets as oxygen is cut off. Five seconds later, Joe takes his dick out and releases her nostrils. Erika exhales loudly as streams of saliva comes down her chin.
I walk around so I can see Erika's full face. She looks at me, into the camera and manages to smile a little.
Joe gets behind Erika, still holding the leash. He slaps her ass and spread her legs. Joe takes his penis with his free hand and starts slapping Erika's bubble butt. His dick bouces off her ass cheek.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight Slut," Joe says. "Say it!"
"Fuck the shit out of me tonight. I wanna treated like a slut and fucked hard," Erika says.
Joe inserts his dick in her pussy. Holding the leash with one hand, Joe takes her wrists and holds them firmly. He raises her wrists up a little, bends Erika forward and slams his dick in and out of her.
"AAAAAHHHHHH….UNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH..OOOHHH FUUUCCCKKK…," Erika screams.
Joe goes like a wild man, he rams his hips into Erika fast and furious, he tugs the leash hard and Erika's neck jerks around. He raises and lowers her wrists while continuing to pound her. Erika screams in pain and esctacy.
I zoom in and out to see her facial reactions. They were priceless. I wish I had recorded this over the last few days.
I walk around and get a few seconds of Joe pounding her from behind.
"Bark like a dog," JOe exclaimes.
"bark…bark..woof," Erika says.
"Louder," Joe yells at her and slap her ass.
"BARK BARK…WOOF WOOF," Erika yells.
Joe lets go of Erika's wrists and moves his hands under her right knee and pick it up. He brings it all the way up to his hips. This gives him more of an angle to go deeper. He pounds his thick hard manhood deep into her cunt. Erika continues to scream and moan. Joe takes his dick out of her and slams it up
her ass. He streches her ass hole with his thick prick and continues to jam it in as far up as he can.
"OOOOOHHHHHH GOD, OOOHH GOD, FUCCCKKKKK….AAAHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!!!," Erika screams and Joe continues his penetration.
He hips go into hyperdrive a few times. He then lets go of Erika's knee, takes his dick and shoves it up her pussy and pumps his load deep inside her.
"FUCK YEAH! TAKE IT ALL, SLUT!" Joe screams and spanks her ass.
"AAAHH……Gooooddddd," Erika screams as her cunt gets filled with Joe's cum. Joe takes his dick out, spins Erika around and orders her to clean it. Erika does as she's told. A very happy but tired Joe walks away from Erika.
I point the camera at Erika and say," How was it?"
"It was awesome. I loved it. I love being fucked like that," Erika says.
"Don't relax too much. It's my turn," I said and handed the camera to Joe.
I walked up to her, I pick her up off her knes, brush her hair away from her face. Her soft eyes are a little bloodshot from the throatfuck. She looks at me, and smiles. I dropped my pants, grab the leash and slap her across her face. SLAP.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Her head moves left to right, right to left as I slapped her around a few times.
I uncuffed her and threw the cuffs at Joe.
"Keep your hands behind your back. Do not move them," I ordered her. She nodded.
It's one thing to restraint someone with an object, but another to restrain using will power.
I move my hands over Erika's tits and slap them. I slap one tit then the other.
"You like it rought, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes Master. I like being treated like this," Erika said.
I slapped her tits a few times, and with every slap Erika screams a little but she keeps her hands behind her back. I lean in and take one of her soft, plump teen tits in mouth and suck on them. I put as much of her tit in my mouth and suck on it hard. Then I move to the other one.
I pick her up over my shoulder and walk over to the couch. I put her upside down with her legs hanging off the back of the couch and her head a few inches off the floor, her ass cushioned on the couch. I stroke my penis, lift her head a little and put my dick in her mouth. I lean my hips in all the way and feel the back of the throat. Erika chokes. I hold her knees down so she doesn't slide off the couch. As I lean in full force, I spread her legs and lightly tap her pussy lips. I gyrate my hips in and out as I throat fuck her while continue to tap her pussy.
A few intense seconds later, I pull my dick out. I lift her off the couch and bend her over a little and insert my dick in her ass. Her hands surprsingly are still behind her back. I grab her hair and tilt her head up as I start pounding her bubble butt. I ram myself deep in her ass. My balls slam agains her inner thighs. A few rough pumps, I pull out unexpectdly, turn her around, pick her up wrapping her legs around my waist and slide my dick in her pussy. I grab her waist and jam my dick inside her.
"OOOHHHHH…YYEEEASSSS!!!!! AHHHHHhhhh," Erika begins again. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her hands still firmly behind her.
Erika bounces up and down until I feel the pressure building. When I'm ready, I get her on her knees and I release myself all over her face. My first shot is a thick stream across her forehead. Then I aim for her cheeks. When I empty my load, I take a chunk of her hair and wipe my dick clean.
I step back and see my slave, beautifuly covered in my cum.
I take the camera from JOe and say," How was that fuck?"
"Just as aweosme. Loved it," Erika says looking into the camera.
I zoom in a little and get a better shot of her cum covered face.
"Which fuck was better?" Joe yells from behind me.
"They both were awesome," Erika says.
"Now say bye to everyone."
"Bye. See you all next time when I get fucked," Erika says and blows a kiss into the camera.
I shut the camera off and ordered Erika to clean up and be back down in 30 minutes.
By the time she returns, Joe and I are sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I give her the DVD and tell her to put it in the DVD player.
As we watch the DVD together, we both point out scenes and laugh at other things.
"Which was your favorit scene?" Joe says to Erika.
An excited Erika says," When you cock slapped me. And, when my master throat fucked me on the couch."
"Now see, this is what I call a good slut." Joe says.
"What else?" I asked.
"When I was being titty slapped," Erika said.
"What about barking like a dog?" I said.
"That was interesting," Erika said.
We watched it a few times. Finally Joe gets up to leave. Right before he leaves, he says,"I want a copy."
I'm 17 and my name's Lewis i'm slim, blonde hair and blue eyes, i am gay and was open to all my family at the time i was single. My cock was large and thick i am 8 inches hard and 4 inches thick and i was versatile. I live with my mum and dad in Manchester, England. My dad's called Simon and hes 37,attractive, brown hair blue eyes and musclaur and as far as i knew he was straight.
This all started one night in early december 2011 i had only just turned 17 a week before and i was just sitting in my room. My dad had gone out drinking with my family and my Mum was in America working for a couple of months. Me and my dad had always been close we talked about everything, i talked to him about sex,puberty and masterbating that was just the norm in our family. So this night my dad can home drunk i went and said "hi" he totally ignored me then as i was walking away he shouted me " come here you faggot" i was amazed i went back and he continue abusing me calling me a fag, batty boy and puff. i wasnt phased as i just thought that it was drink talking. i went to bed and i woke up in the middle of the night with my dad watching me sleep.
he said "get over here and suck daddys cock you faggot and let me give you the same juice that you came from" i was astoneshed and walked over thinking he was joking but he really wasn't. he forced me to my feet and shoved his cock which had to be about 5 inches thick and 10 inches long. he shoved it so far down my throat i gagged. he continued doing this til he came down my throat. once i swallowed his seed i started crying he just laughed and dragged me to bathroom ripped my clothes of me and started kicking me then he pissed on me and he seemed to be pissing for ages. i was still crying i thought me and my dad were best friends. then he pulled his phone out and took a photo he told me had sent it to my uncle Ken he was 40 muscluar had grey hair and was attractive.
i didnt realise that i feel asleep on the bathroom floor i was awoken when i heard people laughing it was my dad, uncle Ken, my grandad who was 60 he looked the same as Ken. i then realise they all had theyre dicks out they were all the same size 10 inches.
My grandad grabbed my head and forced me to suck his cock he started pissing in my mouth. they all laughed then my uncle got on the floor and started rimming my arsehole it felt nice and i started getting hard then i felt his fingle go in me.
i was crying mwith pain as he started to force his fist in me then my grandad cummed in my mouth and i was forced to swallow every drop. Ken was still fisting me then he moved his fist and shoved his cock in me then my dad joined him. i was tight before this happened and now i was having my arsehole gapepd with 2 cocks in it then they both came in my arse.
they slid out and the cum dropped out of me and then the worst came afterwords they began slapping and kicking me whilst laughing then i was forced to keep my mouth open as the 3 of them all pissed on me. as i thought it was over the turned around startng farting and then they all forced a shit out on my face i cried until i fell asleep in the same spot………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….