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Did You Ever Hate Someone
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

With the help of a sympathetic Private Investigator a 
man takes revenge on the couple that drove his wife to 
suicide. (M+F, nc, blkmail, exh, inc, oral, anal, 
beast, rom)

***

Did you ever hate someone? You hear people use the word 
every day. I hate spinach, I hate shopping, and I hate 
the president. But when you say that you hate those 
things, that isn't really hate. Well, maybe about the 
president, but people don't really hate food or 
activities or most of the people that they say they 
hate. I seriously doubt if most people have ever really 
experienced hate.

I know. I used to use the word all the time too. I hate 
that TV show. I hate some particularly narrow minded 
columnist. I hate this and that. I now know that I 
didn't hate those things.

Because now I know what hate is. I hate the two people 
that are responsible for ruining my wife and driving 
her to suicide. I had known that one of them was 
largely responsible for quite some time. But it was 
more like I knew it at a gut level. Nobody told me. I 
had no first or even second hand information that those 
two were responsible. Not until tonight.

My wife worked for an uptown law firm until recently. 
From what I can tell she was highly respected and very 
well thought of there, until someone started 
circulating compromising pictures and a movie of my 
wife and an underage teenage boy. 

As a result of those pictures my wife was put on leave 
without pay and then terminated. She was arrested and 
charged with a half a dozen felonies related to those 
pictures. They were already working to have her 
disbarred.

I saw some of the pictures, the tamer ones. They were 
disturbing. They showed her having sex in nearly every 
position known to man, and some that weren't. They 
showed her with every orifice of her body being invaded 
over and over. The boy was very rough. There was a lot 
of biting and squeezing and twisting. She swore she 
didn't know anything about them. She had absolutely no 
memory of doing any of those things. And they were 
things that she would never do.

She wouldn't. I knew my wife. She was hard working and 
determined to be a partner at the law firm. But more 
than that she was ethical, moral, probably the most 
honest person I know. There was no doubt in my mind 
that she did not remember doing the things in those 
pictures with that young boy.

For a long time after she died from an overdose of 
sleeping pills, I just went through the motions. I went 
to work, and thanks to the fact that I work for a 
really great, caring man who understood what I was 
going through; I managed to work through it without 
getting fired.

The police were only concerned with the apparent 
felonies committed by my wife Mel. Melanie. They never 
identified the young boy in the pictures. I don't think 
that they looked very hard. They had all the evidence 
that they needed.

The legal problems went away after she died. But I 
couldn't stand that her reputation had been ruined. And 
I couldn't stand not knowing who did this to her. So, I 
started shopping around for a private detective. That 
turned out to be harder than I thought it would be. 
Many of them didn't do anything but divorce work. Many 
more didn't think that I even had anyplace for them to 
start looking. Some looked too white-collar/yuppie to 
handle something this dirty. And some that I met were 
so sleazy I didn't really want to shake their hands.

But then a strange thing happened. I went to Phil 
Patterson's office one evening, just before closing, 
according to the hours posted in the yellow page ad. It 
was Friday evening and I had talked to dozens of 
detectives recently, I was just about to give up when I 
knocked on Phil's door. I had attempted to just open 
the door and walk in but it was locked.

"Go away!" he yelled. 

It was still a half hour before closing time and I had 
driven all the way across town to talk to this guy. I 
wasn't leaving until I saw his face. I had learned 
early that it was best to meet these people face to 
face and use a little common sense. I hope you never 
have to hire one of these guys and find out what I am 
talking about.

"No, god damn it!" I yelled back. "I drove all the way 
across town in that lousy rush hour traffic to talk to 
you. Now god damn it open the fucking door!"

There was silence for a minute and then the door opened 
and there stood Phil. I almost just turned and walked 
away. He had been drinking, I could smell it. He was a 
big guy with a mean look on his face. He looked very 
disheveled. His suit was rumpled and his hair was too. 
But I didn't walk away. Something about the look in his 
eyes stopped me. He looked as tortured as I was.

He looked me up and down for a moment and said, "I 
closed early for a little annual celebration. I don't 
usually work on this day. If you want....."he stopped 
talking then. I guess he saw the pain I was in. He 
opened the door and let me in and locked the door 
behind me. I followed him into his office and he waved 
me to a seat. He poured himself another drink and 
offered me one. He seemed disappointed when I accepted, 
but I really needed one. 

I proceeded to tell him what very little I knew. I gave 
him the pictures and the movie that had started it all. 
I told him that, photographic evidence be damned, she 
just could not have done those things. 

He turned is desk lamp on and pulled out a big 
magnifying glass and studied the photographs closely. 
It made me uncomfortable that he would see my wife like 
that, she deserved better. But if I was going to find 
out who was responsible I had to show them to people.

After he examined the pictures he turned on his 
computer and looked at the DVD that had been made of 
the incident. He watched it closely, backing it up 
frequently and zooming in on certain scenes.

Finally he stopped it and asked me what the cops had 
thought. I told him that they had arrested her and the 
DA had charged her. 

"Dumb bastards!" he growled. "It's obvious that she was 
drugged."

I was certain all along that she had been drugged. But 
I couldn't tell it from the pictures. There was no 
sound, but the pictures seemed to speak for themselves.

Phil started pointing things out to me. Her eyes were 
never once opened all the way. In more than one scene 
her body was placed in an unnatural and certainly 
painful position, but she just stayed that way until 
someone moved her. In almost every instance she didn't 
move without being guided. She had moved around, but 
slowly, though seemingly of her own free will in the 
movie. There were several places, just before the 
camera cut away that there seemed, just for a 
microsecond, to be a confused look on her face.

We sat together for another two hours without saying a 
word, until the bottle was empty. Finally he said, 
"I'll see what I can find out."

That was a pleasant surprise, and the next surprise was 
that he didn't need a retainer. He said, "If I find out 
who did this, how about we get the money from them?"

I told him that I appreciated the offer, but that he 
was the first of a long line of PIs I had spoken to 
that I trusted and he deserved a fair payment. I was 
pretty drunk by then, of course.

He said we would talk about it later. I gave him my 
card and walked down the street and got a room in a 
cheap motel and passed out. 

It took a while the next morning for everything to come 
back to me. I lay in the strange bed for a few minutes 
before I remembered where I was and why I was here. I 
took a quick shower and put my clothes back on and 
drove home. 

After that, life just went on. Every once in a while 
Phil would call and ask me something that seemed 
totally unrelated to what he was looking into. But 
mostly I never heard from him. Until one day he came to 
my office and told me to come with him. He didn't want 
to talk in my office. I told my boss I was taking a 
sick day and grabbed my jacket and we left. 

We took his car and as he drove he told me what he had 
found out. 

"I found the boy in the movie. He was older than he 
looked, but still too young to be in that kind of 
movie," Phil said. "Once I found the kid I got some 
good clues and found the camera guy. He is a real 
sleaze. He makes low budget local porn, amateur stuff, 
nothing that's ever going to make him rich."

"The good thing about dealing with a guy like that is 
that he's got no principles. The other good thing is 
that he has done so many bad things that he is easy to 
scare." Phil handed me a plastic baggy with two DVD 
cases inside. 

"One of those is the original disk from the video 
camera with the entire recording. The other was a copy 
the guy had hidden. In the first ten minutes you see 
the couple who drugged her. They are standing over her 
gloating and bragging. Then you see them undressing her 
and slapping her around to get her as conscious as they 
could. Then they bring the kid in and explain what they 
want him to do. I recommend that you don't watch the 
movie. There were things on there that weren't on the 
copy that you had. You don't want to see them."

I thought about that for a few minutes. Then he said, 
"You can take this to the cops and maybe they go to 
jail, maybe they don't. You know how the courts work 
nowadays. What you need is a plan. You need revenge. 
You need to make them suffer like your wife suffered, 
like you have suffered. And I want to help. That night 
you came into my office looking for a PI was the third 
anniversary of my wife's death. I can't touch the man 
that killed my wife. So I want to help you make them 
suffer."

He still hadn't told me the most important information. 
"I definitely want to get even. I have never hated 
anyone before. It is consuming me. I don't know if 
getting even will change that. But I want to get even. 
And I would be happy to have your help. But you still 
haven't told me who, or why."

"It seems your wife was on the fast track to the next 
partnership that would be opening in the very near 
future. It also appears that, barring some unforeseen 
event, this would be the only opening for a long time. 
The woman that joined the law firm a year before your 
wife wanted that position. She and her husband intended 
to ruin your wife so that she could get the position. 
And she did. She was promoted about a month ago."

Even though I had suspected that they were involved it 
still knocked the wind out of me. I slumped down in my 
seat and closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more right 
then but to get a gun and kill them both.

"Phil, where can I get a gun?"

"Don't be stupid, Dave. You do it that way and it's 
'bang, bang', it's over, go to jail forever. They don't 
even suffer that way. You want them to suffer. And not 
just for a few minutes or an hour or two. You want them 
to suffer for as long as your wife stays dead. They are 
cold blooded animals and they deserve nothing more."

"The sleazy photographer told me that the evening after 
Mel committed suicide, they had a party. Which reminds 
me; don't take the original disk out of the plastic 
bag. It may or may not be true but the guy I got it 
from said that he always handled it with gloves on. He 
swears that the two sets of prints on the disk belong 
to Edward and Phyllis Mott. They think that they 
destroyed the original, but they only got a copy.

I liked the way Phil thought. I got to thinking about 
good old Ed and Phyllis Mott, about making them pay. 
Pay for destroying my wife, ruining a very promising 
career, and taking the away the person I loved more 
than I had ever loved anyone in my life. 

Phyllis was probably the one most responsible. She was 
in her mid thirties and really resented Mel for being 
prettier and smarter and just plain better. Phyllis was 
better at dressing the part and throwing good parties 
and sucking up at work. And she was always trying to 
get Mel in trouble, and had been caught at it more than 
once.

Her husband, Ed, was an accountant and looked and acted 
like you would imagine the stereotypical accountant 
might act. I know, not fair to paint everyone of any 
profession with such a broad brush, and I am not saying 
there is any truth to that stereotype, only that Ed 
fits the mold. And, he is a wimpy bully. Anyone can 
face him down, but don't turn your back on him.

"Okay Phil," I asked, "do you have a plan?"

"I have a start of one. First, since they used sex to 
destroy Mel, we use sex to destroy them. We have enough 
evidence and witnesses to have them charged with 
involuntary manslaughter. The evidence is actually 
pretty convincing, but chain of evidence rules being 
what they are, there is always the chance those disks 
could be thrown out. 

Then it is the word of a sleazy photographer and a 
juvenile delinquent against a successful attorney and 
an equally successful CPA. Our advantage here is that 
Phyllis is not a criminal attorney. She will probably 
not know how good the chances are of getting the disks 
thrown out. I think we can use what we have to destroy 
them. Besides, involuntary manslaughter doesn't really 
describe what they did."

"How would you like to make Phyllis a sex slave? Force 
her to fuck strangers on the streets, and star in a few 
porn movies. Even have her working with kids and 
animals! That would be poetic justice. And Ed too, for 
that matter, he is just as responsible. 

They have two teenagers. I would love it if they had to 
do this in front of the kids. We will humiliate them 
and degrade them until it is boring, and be sure to 
record a lot of it. And when it is no longer fun, when 
they are nothing more than sewer rats, then make all of 
the movies public, including the beginning of the one 
which shows them preparing your wife to be raped by a 
young boy. 

After that we just have to keep an eye on them and make 
sure that every time they try to crawl up out of the 
sewer we are there to step on their fingers and push 
them back in. What do you think?"

I didn't even have to think about it. I said, "I have 
been thinking about what I would want to do to the 
people responsible for Mel's death if I every found 
them. I thought about it all of the time, for almost a 
year now. Your ideas are much better than anything I 
came up with. Let's do it!"

"Alright, I need to get some things ready first. I want 
to get the prints on the disk checked. It should be 
easy enough to get copies of their finger prints. I 
want to get some still pictures made from the beginning 
of the disk that show Ed and Phyllis smiling and 
undressing Mel. 

I have a notarized statement from the teenager that I 
will want a copy of and another from the photographer. 
I should be able to have that all ready in a day or 
two. Let's plan on dropping in on Ed and Phyllis on 
Saturday morning?"

"I am so excited that I doubt if I will be able to 
sleep between now and Saturday morning," I answered. 
"But that's alright. I haven't slept much in the last 
year anyway. I am used to it."

Phil drove me back to my office and I shook his hand 
and thanked him profusely. He stopped me, "Davy boy, 
between draining there bank accounts and selling the 
movies we make of them, I will be well compensated. But 
that is not why I worked so hard on this and you know 
it. I want them to suffer as much as Mel did, and as 
much as my Linda did. I am willing to make that my full 
time job for as long as it takes to put them in the 
gutter."

"What about their teenagers?" I asked.

"Have you heard the term, "collateral damage"? I don't 
have anything against them. The boy is a bully at 
school, the girl thinks her shit don't stink, but the 
thing is, they are one more tool to use to destroy that 
family. I am not in the least reluctant to destroy that 
entire family. I will pick you up at your house around 
7:00 AM on Saturday, if that isn't too early for you."

I shook his hand again and said I would be ready. And I 
would. When I said I wouldn't be able to sleep until 
then I had not been kidding.

***

Saturday morning took forever to get here, but when it 
did finally arrive I was standing at the curb ready. I 
had been up drinking coffee since a little after 3:00 
AM. Despite Phil's recommendation I had made myself 
watch the entire disk, the complete, unedited disk. The 
first time I tried to watch it I had to vomit. The 
things they did to Mel were sickening. And they laughed 
and joked the entire time. I couldn't think of enough 
sick things to do to them. But I was going to devote 
myself to their complete destruction.

When Phil arrived I jumped in and he drove off. It 
wasn't that far. They only lived about five or six 
miles away. Phil pulled up in the driveway and we got 
out. He pulled a pile of papers out of the back seat 
and we went to the door.

Phil stood back out of the way and I rang the bell. Ed 
answered after a few minutes and when he saw who it was 
he got such a condescending sneer on his face I almost 
hit him. 

But before I could, Phil pushed between us and grabbed 
Ed by the lapels and said in a pleasant, conversational 
voice, "Hi. I'm Phil, a friend of Dave's. Do you mind 
if we come in?" 

Then he pushed Ed ahead of him and we went in, through 
the foyer, and into the living room. The sudden change 
of expression on Ed's face made me feel a little better 
already. 

As we walked into the living room Phyllis called out 
from the kitchen, "Who was that Ed?"

Phil had pushed Ed into a chair and we just looked at 
him and waited for him to answer her. He didn't say 
anything for a minute and she asked again. 

He finally said, "Mel's husband, Dave, and a friend of 
his."

Phyllis came out of the kitchen and stood in the 
doorway in her bathrobe with a cup of coffee in her 
hand and looked at us. She sensed that something bad 
was happening. I could see the worried look that 
flashed across her face. But she instantly covered it 
up and smiled and came into the room and asked what it 
was we wanted. Phil asked her to sit beside her 
husband. He said that he had something they needed to 
see. 

As soon as she sat down Phil started lining up pictures 
on the coffee table in front of them. As they watched 
he laid out picture after incriminating picture after 
disgusting picture. As soon as I saw their faces turn 
white I knew that we had them. Phyllis couldn't even 
hold onto her coffee. She was shaking so bad it was 
spilling on her robe. 

Phil politely suggested that maybe she should set the 
cup down and she looked down and saw what a mess she 
was making and sat the cup on the end table beside her. 
Phil continued, laying out a picture of the original 
disk and a copy of the fingerprint expert's statement 
and the sworn statements of the boy and the 
photographer. 

While Phil was doing that, I went over to the TV and 
slid a special disk I had made into the DVD player. It 
was a copy of the first few minutes of the disk, with 
sound this time, looping over and over for hours. They 
had been staring at the pile of pictures and statements 
in front of them, stunned. When they heard the TV they 
looked up and Phyllis let out a small scream and then 
covered her face. 

She wouldn't even look at me. She kept her face covered 
and begged me to forgive her. She said she just wanted 
to be the one promoted. It was supposed to be her; she 
had been there so much longer. She didn't know Mel 
would commit suicide. 

I said, "Oh, I see, you just wanted her to be disbarred 
and go to jail for a few years?"

She finally dropped her hands and looked at me. She 
flinched when she saw the hate. She had been preparing 
to defend herself in some way. As if that were 
possible. But when she saw my face she slumped back in 
her seat. "What do you want?" she asked.

"Not so much," I said. "I just want to destroy you, 
both of you. I am not going to kill you. I was going 
to, but Phil talked me out of it. He suggested that it 
would be much more fun to destroy you. And the way he 
described it, I thought it sounded very therapeutic. 

You have seen all of our cards; they are laid out on 
the table. You have only three choices. You can take 
Mel's way out. Or, we can distribute copies of all of 
that to everyone of significance in your lives, 
including law enforcement. Or, you can consider 
yourselves our total slaves for the foreseeable future. 
And I have to tell you, the first two choices are your 
best bet. I have built up a lot of hate in me since you 
destroyed my wife. I shall make your lives a hell on 
earth. I'm waiting, choose."

She looked at me like I was crazy. She was stuttering 
and stammering, but her brain was frozen, there was 
nothing she could say and she knew it. 

I had been ignoring Ed. She and I looked at him at the 
same time. He looked up at me and said, "But it was her 
idea."

I almost laughed and Phyllis yelled at him and slapped 
him. He just covered his face and left everything up to 
Phyllis. Finally she found her tongue, "You can't get 
away with this! This is blackmail! If you don't get out 
of here this instant I am calling the police! And shut 
that television off! I have kids in the house!"

"If that's the way you want to play it, go ahead, call 
the police," I sneered at her. "Like I said, it's your 
choice. But let's just leave the TV on until they get 
here."

"What are you going to do with us?" she asked, finally 
admitting defeat.

"I already told you. I am going to destroy you. I am 
totally without pity for either of you. You destroyed 
my life, now I shall destroy yours."

I glanced at Phil. He was standing over against a wall 
watching and smiling. When our eyes met he nodded his 
approval. Things did seem to be going as planned.

I looked back at Phyllis and said, "The first thing we 
need to do is change your name. While Phil and I try to 
come up with something appropriate, why don't you stand 
over here and undress for us?"

For just a split second there was a flash of defiance. 
But it instantly extinguished itself. She started to 
get up and fell back down. The second attempt succeeded 
and she made her way to the place in the middle of the 
room that I had indicated. She took off her bathrobe 
with shaking hands and dropped it on a nearby ottoman. 
She started to unbutton her pajama top when she 
suddenly looked up and said, "I can't do this now! My 
kids are upstairs. They will be getting up any minute!"

"Don't worry, that won't be a problem," I said. "From 
now on you are never to wear clothing in the house. So 
you are going to have to get used to it." Then I looked 
at Ed and told him that the rule applied to him as 
well. I ordered him to stand up and undress.

Suddenly Phyllis collapsed to the floor and held her 
hands over her face again, sobbing hysterically. She 
realized finally that life as she knew it was over. 
That I was indeed going to destroy her, and her family.

I watched her cry for a minute and then told her to 
pull herself together and get back to the task at hand. 
She continued to sob and I started to remove my belt. 
Ed rushed to her and helped her to her feet and tried 
to calm her. She looked at me again and saw once more 
the hate in my eyes. She didn't even bother to try to 
talk me out of this. Maybe she realized she deserved 
it, but I doubt it.

She finally pulled off the pajama top and set it on top 
of her robe. Next she removed her bra. I was impressed. 
I think she was thirty-six years old now, and she had 
two kids. But there was hardly any sag in her breasts, 
and only the slightest hint of a stretch mark if the 
light hit her stomach just right. She had a nice flat 
stomach. In fact, I don't think that there was an ounce 
of fat on her. Except for those lovely little B cup 
breasts of course.

Ed had already undressed and was standing where he had 
been ordered with his hands crossed over his wimpy 
little dick. But the party was still waiting for 
Phyllis to take her pajama bottoms off. I considered 
yelling at her to speed up, but then I realized that 
the anticipation of the humiliation she was going to 
feel was nearly as good as the real thing. Let her draw 
it out and suffer some more.

Finally she was down to her panties. Christ, with all 
the clothes this broad wears to bed, how did she ever 
get pregnant?!

No one had spoken for a long time and all eyes were 
still on Phyllis as she finally started sliding her 
panties down. God what a bush! There had never been a 
razor anywhere near that forest! I made her toss me her 
panties and I threw them to Ed. "Put them on," I 
ordered, "until we can find you something sexier."

She was finally naked and I looked her over. I ordered 
her to turn around slowly. Not a bad ass, a little flat 
for my tastes, but I have seen worse. It shouldn't look 
too bad on the big screen. 

I opened up my pants and pulled them down and sat back 
down on her pristine, white sectional. I ordered her 
between my legs on her knees. She was only a few steps 
away but it took her a long time. I watched the look of 
absolute despair on her face and it was almost enough 
to turn me on, but not quite. 

I had not had sex since my wife killed herself nearly a 
year ago. Lately, a well turned ankle was enough to 
turn me on. But for some reason this prissy bitch had 
not done it for me yet. I guess because I hated her so 
much. I guess she would have to work that much harder. 

I heard a toilet flush upstairs and it shocked Phyllis 
and Ed. She pleaded with me not to expose the children 
to this. 

I just glared at her. I really couldn't think of 
anything but hurting her. I said, "Once you have my 
cock in your fucking mouth I will give you some idea of 
what your lives will be like in the foreseeable 
future." 

She glanced at the stairs and then took my soft cock 
into her mouth.

"See that?" I asked her. "I hate you so much I am 
having trouble getting a hard on. You're going to have 
to work for it. Now, as I said earlier, from now on 
both of you will be naked when you are home. We will 
know if you aren't. I am going to let you both keep 
working for now, but only because I don't want to 
support you. The longer you do as you are told the 
longer you can keep your jobs and raise your brats and 
live in your little mansion."

"But you are going to have other jobs now," I 
continued. "We will be taking you places in the evening 
and doing everything we can to break you. We will also 
be spending a lot of time with you in your house. And 
we will be having friends and casual acquaintances 
over, just to make it more interesting. As much as 
possible this will be done in the presence of your son 
and daughter. And I suppose you are wondering, yes, 
they will be joining in the fun."

Phyllis started balling again, but she still had my 
cock in her mouth and it felt kind of nice. So I didn't 
stop her.

"So basically the rules are, you do anything and 
everything that Phil or I tell you, as well as any of 
our friends that will be invited to knock off a piece 
of your ass, or Ed's if they are so inclined. You might 
as well just get used to the idea. And if you think of 
trying to beg for mercy just picture my wife first, 
because I do."

Phyllis took her mouth off my cock and said, "Oh Dave, 
I'm so,"

That was as far as she got before I slapped her as hard 
as I could. She rolled onto her side on the floor and I 
reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her back 
into position.

"You will never speak my name again, do you hear me? If 
you must address me you will call me Master. You will 
call everyone Master or Mistress from now on. Is that 
clear?"

She had taken my cock back into her mouth and she only 
nodded.

I continued with my instructions. "In a little while 
I'm going to send you upstairs to shave off that 
horrible pubic hair. All of it! And from now on you 
never wear a bra or panties. Anywhere! Ever! No panty 
hose either. I recommend that you stock up on thigh 
highs if you want to wear hose. No pants or shorts and 
no dresses or skirts past this point." I indicated a 
point on her thigh about three inches down from her 
crotch.

I was finally getting turned on watching the horror in 
her face as I explained her new life. Once I finally 
got hard it was obvious to me that I wouldn't be 
lasting too long. I warned her not to spill any. No 
sooner were those words out of my mouth then I came. It 
must have been a huge load. It had been a very long 
time. She struggled, but finally managed to swallow.

I glanced at Phil and saw that he was looking towards 
the stairs. I looked over that way and saw their son 
coming down the stairs. His mouth was wide open and he 
was staring at his naked mother who was now licking my 
cock clean. I saw her stiffen when she saw her son out 
of the corner of her eye. But she continued licking my 
cock.

I ordered her to crawl over to Phil and see if he would 
like to use one of her holes. She said, "Yes Master," 
and turned her ass toward her son and crawled slowly 
across the room to kneel at Phil's feet. 

I listened to Phil ordering her to take his pants off 
and lick his balls as I watched her son who was now 
standing at the foot of the stairs looking shocked. 
Finally I smiled at him and waived him into the room. 

He didn't know what was going on, of course, and must 
have assumed that his parents were doing these things 
against their will since they were so totally out of 
character. He was probably trying to decide if he 
should run out and call 911. 

But he recognized me. I had met him at several of the 
family get-togethers that the law firm was always 
throwing together. And his father was just watching in 
a pair of panties as his mother was crawling around, 
apparently willingly.

The boy, Todd, finally took a few tentative steps 
closer. I said, "Hi Todd. I imagine this looks pretty 
strange. I will explain everything when your sister 
comes down. Starting this morning there will be a lot 
of changes in your lives. Do you know if she is up?"

"Yeah," Todd said, unable to stop staring at his naked 
mother who was now sucking on Phil's cock. "She's 
getting dressed now." And then I heard her start down 
the stairs.

I watched her tripping lightly down the stairs, 
blissfully unaware of the sudden change that was about 
to take place in her life. She saw her brother standing 
half way between the stairs and where I was sitting and 
then she saw her mother, naked and sucking a stranger's 
cock. 

She almost tripped on the last two stairs before she 
was able to come to a stop. All she saw at first was 
her mother and the half naked man that her mother was 
having oral sex with. Then she spotted her father 
wearing her mother's panties. Then she saw me with my 
pants pulled down and my soft cock twitching. I 
couldn't help it, watching those two kids watch their 
mother sucking a cock was turning me on again.

I told the two kids to come in and sit down and I would 
explain everything. They looked at each other, 
obviously unsure, and very reluctant to be in the room 
with their mother sucking some stranger's cock.

Both of their faces were bright red, and their eyes 
were wide and staring. Todd started slowly walking in 
and I invited him to sit on the sectional near me. He 
carefully avoided looking at my exposed genitals and 
sat several sections away. I looked at the girl, Claire 
and she finally walked slowly into the room. 

She obviously didn't know where to look. At the tender 
age of fourteen, I suspected that she had probably not 
seen an erect, adult male cock before. And was probably 
having a hard time believing that her mother would even 
suck a cock in the first place, much less for a strange 
man, in the living room, in front of the entire family.

She slowly walked into the room, carefully avoiding 
looking below my waist and carefully keeping her 
distance from me. Then she had to decide where to sit. 
She didn't want to sit too near to me, nor did she want 
to be too near to where her mother was performing oral 
sex.

"I am going to explain this whole bizarre scene to you 
kids. But first, watch the TV. It is the same five 
minute scene repeated over and over. Once you have 
watched it I will explain what is happening here." 

Both kids watched the TV and saw their parents laughing 
and joking as they gloated about all the terrible 
things they were going to do to the young, obviously 
unconscious young woman on the screen while they 
roughly removed her clothing and took every opportunity 
to abuse her body in the process. 

Just before the loop started again, you see them 
calling the teenage boy over and telling him in great 
detail what they want him to do to her and how they are 
going to film it in such a way that the people who see 
it won't know she has been drugged.

The scene went back to the beginning of the loop and 
they looked at me again. I asked them if they 
recognized the woman in the movie. They shook their 
heads. They were obviously being overwhelmed by all of 
this. I would have to try to do this as calmly as 
possible, but I was not going to pull any punches.

"That was my wife, Mel. You knew her. You met her at a 
lot of the office family get-togethers. Your parents 
drugged her and made a movie of an underage boy having 
sex with her, and a lot of other indignities that are 
not on this DVD. Then they sent those movies and some 
pictures they took to everyone in my wife's life.

They did this because my wife was about to get the 
promotion that your mother wanted. But they didn't just 
send the movie to her boss. They sent it my wife's 
family and my family, our friends, our Minister and 
most of the people we go to church with, and the 
police. 

My wife was arrested and was going to be sent to jail 
for having sex with an underage boy. She was drugged 
and didn't even remember the event. But she couldn't 
live with the total collapse of her life and all of the 
humiliation. Your parents left her no way out, so she 
killed herself."

I watched their reaction and they both seemed to be 
suitably shocked, but they didn't seem to doubt what I 
was saying. It would be difficult with the evidence 
playing in a loop on their TV.

"It took me almost a year to find out what happened and 
track down the people involved. If you would like to 
look through them later, the statements from the boy 
and the photographer are on the table there. 

Once I had all the evidence I had to decide what to do. 
I wanted to kill your parents. But my friend over 
there, Phil, talked me out of that. He said that 
wouldn't be enough revenge and I would just end up in 
jail. 

So we came up with this plan. We came here this morning 
and offered your parents three options." I went back 
over the three options that I had offered them and then 
I said, "You can see which option they chose. 

From now on there is going to be a lot of sex going on 
around here. I am going to abuse and degrade and 
humiliate your parents just like they did to my wife. I 
will not try to force you to take part; you will not be 
raped or abused. 

However, if you want to join in the fun you will be 
welcome to. If you want to do just about anything, from 
now on, you will be allowed. If your parents say no to 
you then you just tell me and I will take care of it. 

Todd, if you want to have sex with your mother, any 
time, any way, any place, please feel free. 

Claire, I don't know if you are still a virgin or not. 
At your age you should be, but if you would like to 
have either of your parents sucking on your sweet 
little pussy, you are more than welcome to put them to 
that use. If you would like to just watch and learn you 
may do that too. If you just want to stay in your room 
and make believe none of this is happening you may do 
that if you wish. 

I had you two investigated. I found out that Todd is a 
bit of a bully and likes taking advantage of helpless 
people. And that he has, on at least two instances, 
been guilty of date rape. I suspect that once the shock 
has worn off he is going to have a lot of fun with your 
mom."

"I wasn't able to get much information on you, Claire. 
You seem to be a nice, quiet, well behaved, intelligent 
young woman. I am sorry that you are caught in the 
middle of this. I will protect you from the worst of it 
if you want me to." 

I watched them for a while. Todd heard Phil, obviously 
having an orgasm in his mother's mouth and he watched 
that with obvious interest. Claire, on the other hand, 
was watching the TV and looking over the statements.

Phil finally sat down in a chair across the room. When 
he was comfortable he ordered Phyllis to crawl over to 
him and suck on his big toe for a while. I was very 
disappointed at how easily she gave into us. I had been 
looking forward to a few good beatings. But of course, 
there were still going to be some beatings. Well, I 
think the word is whippings.

Both kids watched as their mother crawled across the 
floor with her breasts swaying and took Phil's toe into 
her mouth. 

Up until now, Ed had been ignored. He had stood to the 
side in his wife's panties with his hands clasped in 
front of his genitals. I had noticed that he had 
several erections. I thought it was time he got to play 
a little too, so I ordered him to get down and crawl 
over to Phil and suck on his other big toe. 

He was too embarrassed to even look up. He fell to his 
knees and obeyed immediately. His children stared in 
horror and disbelief as they watched their father crawl 
across the room in a pair of panties and suck a man's 
toe. They would see him sucking more than that before 
it was all over.

Claire dropped the statements she had been reading and 
sat back on the couch. "They killed your wife," she 
said, "They drugged her and raped her and destroyed her 
life and they laughed while they did it!"

I felt I should add, "And the day after she killed 
herself they had a party to celebrate."

Claire was crying, and I felt kind of sorry for her. I 
assumed she was crying because of what Phil and I were 
doing, because of what was happening in her life at 
this moment. So I was astounded when she went over to 
where her parents were kneeling sucking on toes. She 
knelt down so that she could see their faces.

"You killed her! I don't even know you! You raped and 
killed that woman as sure as if you put a gun to her 
head. I liked her. Whenever I saw her she talked to me 
like a real person, not always talking down to me like 
you and your friends do. I hate you! I hate you both 
and I am glad that they are doing these things to you. 
There is nothing they can do that you don't deserve!"

Phil was surprised too. We exchanged smiles. Things 
seemed to be going even better than we had imagined. 
Now that my revenge had begun I took a moment to see 
how I felt about it. Was destroying this couple as 
satisfying as I had hoped? I looked at them, kneeling 
in front of Phil, each with a toe in their mouth, and 
their daughter kneeling in front of them with a look of 
disgust on her face, and I am sorry to have to admit 
that, but yeah, it felt good. It felt a lot better than 
putting them in jail for a couple of years. 

Suddenly Todd stood up and walked over and stood beside 
his sister, looking down at his parents. 

Phil spoke to him quietly, "You can touch her if you 
want. From now on you can do anything you want with 
her. She can never say no. You can touch her, you can 
make her kiss your ass or suck your cock. You can fuck 
her any time you want. Well, any time we aren't using 
her. We have a lot of plans for her. Have you ever seen 
a porn movie?"

Todd blushed, but nodded and said, "A few. I have a 
friend that sneaks into his parents room and makes 
copies of some of their's." 

"Your mother is going to be making them," Phil 
explained. "She is going to be making the nastiest 
ones. She will be starring in movies about gang bangs 
and animals and bondage and sadism and things she never 
even imagined."

"Your mother has been told that she can never wear 
clothing in her house again. And your father can only 
wear panties. We are going to have to get him some 
sexier ones than those he has on now. We just borrowed 
those from your mother for the time being."

Todd couldn't resist any longer. I knew it wouldn't be 
long before he would have to take advantage of the 
situation. He dropped to his knees beside his mother 
and started touching her. He reached underneath her 
with his left hand and started groping her tit roughly. 
His right hand moved to her ass and slid down her ass 
and between her legs.

When Phyllis first felt the touch of her son's hand on 
her tit she groaned, then she started crying loudly 
again. Phil let her cry for a minute then he reached 
down and lifted her to a kneeling position using her 
hair to pull her up off of his toe. He ordered her to 
shut up. He said she was just feeling sorry for herself 
and since she was the only one that did, it was 
probably inappropriate. She continued crying and he 
slapped her. Not real hard. Not as hard as I had 
slapped her earlier. But it got her attention and she 
got it under control. I was watching Todd while Phil 
got his mother under control. When Phil pulled her 
erect Todd got his first good look at her naked body. 
His eyes lit up and the erection in the poor boy's 
jeans could be seen throbbing.

Claire watched in fascination as Todd reached out again 
and touched his mother. He toyed with her breasts for a 
moment and then ran his hand down over her stomach to 
her huge pubic bush. His mother shivered as she felt 
her son explore her body, but continued to just kneel 
there with her eyes tightly shut. 

Phil said, "That is the biggest jungle of pubic hair I 
have ever seen, don't you agree Todd?"

Todd grinned and nodded his head. 

"Come on then, let's take the bitch upstairs and get 
rid of it. Or would you rather fuck her first, just so 
you can tell the difference later?"

Todd didn't hesitate, "I wanna fuck her!"

"Oh no, Todd, I'm your mother!"

I had wondered if Phyllis was going to find anything so 
onerous she would object to it. I guess she finally 
had. Good.

Phil said, "Lay down Phyllis, and spread your legs for 
us."

Phyllis groaned, but she obeyed. Once she was in 
position Todd explored her pussy for a minute then he 
stood up and took off his pants and his shorts and 
shoes. I thought he had a pretty impressive cock for a 
fifteen year old. Something about her expression gave 
me the impression that Claire had seen it before. But 
that was just a guess.

Todd got to his knees between his mother's legs and got 
into position over her. Phil pushed Ed away from his 
toe and ordered him to put his son's cock into his 
wife.

I was astounded at Claire's reaction; she giggled as 
her father took Todd's dick in hand and lined it up 
with mom's hole.

"Oh shit!" Todd exclaimed as he buried his dick in his 
mother. "It feels so hot and tight! I can't fucking 
believe it! Jesus Claire, it's even better than I 
thought it would be."

I guess it was good for him; he came in about thirty 
seconds. He fucked her like a rabbit and then tensed up 
like he was being electrocuted and just kept saying, 
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

He collapsed onto her for a minute and then he pulled 
out and moved back to look at her. Claire moved closer 
and looked at her mother's freshly fucked pussy with 
her brother's cum leaking out. 

The kids both watched fascinated when Phil ordered Ed 
to clean her up. 

"Please....." Ed looked back and forth between me and 
Phil and knew there was going to be no reprieve. He 
crawled over between his wife's legs and started 
tentatively licking. He had to keep stopping to get his 
gagging under control. Phil asked Claire and Todd if 
they wouldn't like to be nice and help poor old dad 
out. "I am sure it would be easier for him if you would 
each take one your mom's legs and lift it up. That will 
raise your mom's pussy up more and your dad can eat her 
out better."

The kids looked at each other for only a second before 
they grinned and each grabbed an ankle and raised it 
high. We all watched in fascination as Ed ate out his 
wife's cum filled cunt.

Suddenly Claire said, "What about me? Everyone but me 
is running around half naked and having sex! I don't 
want to be left out."

I said, "What do you want to do honey? I told you that 
if you would like either of your parents to eat you out 
you are more than free to order them to. You certainly 
look very grown up, but I imagine you are still a 
virgin, and fourteen is pretty young to start having 
sex. Don't you think so?"

"I am still a virgin," she said. "But I have done some 
stuff. Sex is fun! I haven't gone all the way yet, but 
I want to, and think how much they would hate if they 
saw me fucking someone!"

Phil ordered Ed to stop eating his wife's pussy. She 
was starting to enjoy it. Ed knelt up and backed away 
and the kids spread her legs a little more and were 
looking at mom's pussy, now clean and covered only in 
saliva.

"Do you have someone in mind that you would like to 
fuck?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, without even thinking about it. "Todd 
and I have been teasing each other for years. I would 
like to fuck Todd." Phyllis started crying again, but 
Phil nudged her ass with his foot and she got herself 
under control. 

Claire continued, "And I would like to fuck you. I 
always liked you and I feel like I owe you that. Does 
that make sense?"

"It makes a weird kind of sense. And this is a weird 
situation so I guess that's alright. You are definitely 
a hottie. As I said earlier, I will protect you, but if 
you want to have sex with me I will not say no. I would 
love to get my hands on your hot little body."

Claire walked over to where I was sitting with my pants 
around my ankles and my dick half hard. She looked down 
at me for a moment, openly checking out my cock, and 
then she bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was 
just a sweet kiss at first, but then she put her arms 
around my neck and I felt her tongue pushing between my 
lips and met it eagerly. I pulled her down into my lap 
and held her close as I kissed her. I moved my hand to 
gently caress her firm young breast and she gasped at 
the sudden stimulation. She held me even tighter and 
kissed me even more passionately. My cock was no longer 
half hard.

I finally broke the kiss and sat back. "Jesus H. Christ 
on a stick, you are one hot young lady!"

Claire giggled and buried her face in my neck and 
licked it gently. "Maybe you should make me a slave 
too. Make me take my clothes off and do everything you 
want."

I grinned back at her and kissed her again. Then I 
ordered her to stand in front of me and undress. I felt 
her body shiver in excitement when I said that. She 
kissed me again and stood up. Everyone in the room was 
watching the sudden conversion of Claire from innocent 
bystander to willing victim. I had no intention of 
putting her through the things her parents were going 
to experience. But I was certainly going to enjoy her 
sweet young body if she was giving it to me willingly. 
As my wife had been fond of saying, only half joking, 
"You are, after all, just a man."

I stared, fascinated, as Claire slowly undressed in 
front of me. She didn't seem to be the least bit shy 
about it. As she took off each item of clothing she 
dropped it in my lap. She took off her top and then her 
frilly little bra. She had uncovered the most beautiful 
little set of tits I have ever seen in my life! I held 
onto her bra when she dropped it and enjoyed the heat 
of it in my hand as I watched her unbutton her jeans 
and slide them down her long slender legs. She 
hesitated only a second before hooking her thumbs into 
the waistband of her dainty, lacy little panties and 
sliding them off and tossing them to me. 

I held her panties to my nose for a moment and enjoyed 
the wonderful smell of her sweet body on them. "You are 
the most beautiful creature I have ever seen!" I said, 
just a bit embarrassed by the breathlessness in my 
voice. 

Claire smiled and stood there, apparently feeling 
perfectly confident and not the least self conscious 
about being naked. I pulled her back into my lap and 
ran my fingers through the fine blonde hair covering 
her tiny little pussy. I whispered in her ear, "Who do 
you want to be the first?"

I saw Phil heading upstairs with the rest of the family 
while she thought about it and then she said, "I would 
like you first. But maybe it would be better if Todd 
went first. I have been teasing him for a long time, 
and his dick is a lot smaller than yours. It might hurt 
less." 

I kissed her again and said, "Anything you want, 
slave." Then we went upstairs to watch the clear 
cutting of Phyllis' forest. We walked into the bathroom 
and saw Phyllis sitting in the middle of the floor on a 
towel cutting her pubic hair with a pair of scissors. 
Tears were running down her cheeks, but she was quiet. 
Todd was sitting down right in front of her watching 
closely. 

Any normal kid in the world would have been pissed off 
if two guys came into his home, made his parents strip 
and suck them off, and then suggest that he was free to 
feel his mother up and then fuck her. A normal male 
teenager would be protective of his mother. We 
suspected from the reports Phil had gotten about Todd 
that he might be, shall we say, less than normal. But 
there was something freaky about a fifteen year old boy 
that enjoys watching and then joining in when this 
stuff is happening to his mother. I am not complaining, 
it makes our task easier. But it just ain't right.

Phyllis finished trimming her hair with the scissors 
and Phil told her to take a shower. He handed Todd a 
razor and invited him to give his mother a hand in the 
shower. He smiled and whipped his shirt off and we 
watched as he soaped up his mother's pussy and shaved 
her, twice.

I whispered to Claire that I didn't think her brother 
was quite right. She smiled and said that they had 
always been very hard on Todd. They had made his life 
hell. She said it was probably a good thing we came 
along before he ended up taking a gun to them one 
night.

Hmmm, guns, I never thought of that. I asked Claire if 
there were guns in the house and she said yes. We went 
and got them and I locked them in a cabinet. I would 
put them in my car later.

We got back into the bathroom in time to watch Todd 
drying his mother with a towel. We all took a close 
look at her newly shaved pussy and it looked much nicer 
now. 

We went back into the living room and I had everyone 
sit down. I had Todd sit next to me and talked to him 
about Claire. "Your sister wants you to take her 
cherry, Todd. But this won't be like fucking your 
mother. Your sister is a nice kid, and she is a virgin, 
so you want to go easy and try to make it really nice 
for her. It normally hurts a girl when she loses her 
cherry, but if you do it right it isn't so bad and can 
be exciting. So I am going to give you some advice 
before you fuck her. Okay?"

Todd grinned at his sister. I wondered just how far 
these two had actually gone. I would have to ask her 
later. He looked back at me and said, "Sure. I love my 
sister. I don't want to hurt her."

"Great," I said. "Here is what you need to do." I 
proceeded to tell Todd all about foreplay. And if he 
wanted to fuck his mom, or even his dad, like a bunny 
rabbit in heat that was just fine with me. But if he 
wants to please his sister he is going to have to take 
his time. Slow down and try to sense what she is 
feeling, and what she needs. If you want to have really 
good sex, it isn't that hard. All you have to do is 
really care about your partner and what she wants. It 
is harder for her. If a guy wants good sex all he has 
to do is have sex! Most guys will tell you that there 
is no such thing as bad sex. But a girl is higher 
maintenance than that. It might sound like a pain in 
the ass, but it is all worth it if you do it right. 
Remember, karma. Karma is very important in a sexual 
relationship.

Todd got up and went to where Claire was sitting. He 
pulled her to her feet and they embraced and kissed. I 
kept looking back and forth between the kids and the 
parents. I was kind of disappointed. Neither parent 
seemed to care about anything that was happening unless 
it was happening to them. I thought that having Claire 
undress and sit on my lap and make out with me would 
tear them up. And I was sure that watching the kids 
together would have some effect. But I didn't see it.

I watched with just a twinge of jealousy as Todd led 
Claire to the middle of the room and they lay down 
together. They kissed a little and whispered to each 
other for a minute, then they started making out in 
earnest. Todd was moving his hands all over her body as 
they kissed, and Claire was caressing his cock. 

Todd started kissing his way down her beautiful body, 
just like I had instructed him. When he finally got to 
her pussy she was already panting and as soon as he 
kissed her little pussy she had an orgasm. But he kept 
going and she had several more before he kissed his way 
back up her body and then leaned down and kissed her 
lips as she guided his cock into her virgin pussy. It 
was the hottest thing I had ever seen. 

Once Claire had lined up his cock she put her arms 
around his shoulders and whispered, "Fuck me. I have 
waited so long. Come on Todd, fuck me."

He had done really well until he got to this point. 
That first stroke went all the way. No warm up, no 
teasing, just wham! Clair gasped in pain and squeezed 
his shoulders tightly. "Oh god!" she cried out. "Wait. 
Don't move yet," she hissed at him. 

They lay locked together like that for a few minutes 
and then he started moving, very slow, very gently. She 
trembled at first and her breath caught a few times. 
But before long she was fucking him back and scratching 
his back and yelling at him to fuck her. 

I couldn't take any more; I called Phyllis over and put 
her on all fours with her face about a foot from her 
fucking kids. Then I got behind her and fucked her bare 
cunt. I was pleasantly surprised. Old Ed must not be 
tapping this very often. Even after having two kids and 
sixteen years of marital sex she was really tight. I 
fucked her from behind while I watched her kids finish 
each other off. 

When Todd finally rolled off of her, Claire was smiling 
and had obviously enjoyed her first time. And her pussy 
was a mess. I ordered Ed to come over and clean them 
both up. 

He got between his daughter's knees and licked her 
thighs and her pussy and sucked all of the cum that he 
could reach from her tight little cunt. Then Todd knelt 
beside him and I saw the slight trace of blood on his 
soft cock just before Ed took Todd's cock into his 
mouth and sucked him clean. Everyone in the room 
watched in awe as Ed sucked his son's cock. 

When he thought he had finished Ed tried to sit back 
up, but Todd grabbed his hair and told him to keep 
sucking. I had already cum in Phyllis' cunt, but I held 
my softening cock inside her as I watched Ed suck off 
his son. It didn't take very long, you know kids. 

After Todd came in Ed's mouth I pulled out of Phyllis 
and rolled her over. I had Ed clean her up and then I 
let him suck me clean. I think Ed has a hidden talent 
here! Turns out he is a pretty good cocksucker!

I ordered Phyllis to take drink orders and hurry back. 
I needed a cold drink. I ordered Ed to get me his bank 
records. I was already sipping on a coke when Ed came 
back with his bank statements. Phil was fucking Phyllis 
on the floor. 

That reminds me; we still needed to rename Phyllis. 
What should it be, Slut, Cunt, Fuck meat? I decided to 
wait for Phil to finish fucking her and see if he had 
any suggestions.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ed and Phyllis 
had accumulated a pretty good sized bank account. They 
both make good money and I found out later that their 
big fancy house had been a wedding present from Ed's 
family. 

They had nearly a million in saving and CD's, and when 
I saw their statement from their broker it just made me 
hate them all the more. They were wealthy. They had 
been wealthy when they started out. Phyllis didn't even 
need to work. There was no fucking reason for her to 
drive my wife to her death for a job she didn't need, 
and from what I have heard, was not that good at. All I 
could do was shake my head in disbelief. I closed my 
eyes and slumped back in my seat. 

I felt something on my legs and opened my eyes. It was 
Claire trying to get back in my lap. I smiled at her 
and helped her sit down. 

"What's wrong," she asked. 

I told her that she was rich. That her parents were 
wealthy and her mother didn't even need the damned job 
she had killed my wife for. She hugged my neck and said 
she was sorry and there were tears in her eyes. She is 
so sweet; I couldn't look at her and stay mad. I hugged 
her and kissed her on the cheek. 

When we looked up Ed was cleaning Phil, and then we 
watched as he cleaned Phyllis up yet again.

"Phil," I said, "We need to come up with a good name 
for Phyllis. It should be something short but 
descriptive, any ideas?"

While Phil was thinking about it Claire asked if 
'murderer' was too long. I smiled at her and rubbed her 
little pussy. She moaned and I pulled my hand back. 
"I'm sorry," I said, you must be sore."

She smiled and grabbed my hand and put it back on her 
pussy. "No silly! It feels good!"

I think I am going to keep this girl around until she 
is old enough and marry her!

Phil said, "I don't know, I think Cunt has a ring to 
it, how about you?" 

"Yeah, that was one of the names I was considering. How 
about you kids? Do you think we should change her name 
to Cunt?"

For an answer, Claire stuck her tongue in my ear and 
giggled. Todd just giggled. 

"I think it is time to take Cunt out and get her some 
new clothes," I said. "I guess we can get some new 
panties for Ed while we are at it. Claire, do you have 
something that Cunt can borrow to wear to the store? I 
imagine that all of her clothes are much too nice for 
someone like her."

"Well," Claire said, "I have some things that piss her 
off every time I try to wear them. They will be pretty 
tight on her, but cunts are supposed to wear tight 
clothes aren't they?"

"Sounds good," I said. "Let's go upstairs and see what 
we can find for Cunt."

Phil and Ed stayed downstairs and I went up with Cunt 
and the kids. Todd sat on the bed and watched as Claire 
pulled out a tiny little crop top and handed it to me. 
"I bought this last year and she would never let me 
wear it. Now it is too small for me. I was really 
pissed!"

I handed it to Cunt and she struggled to pull it down 
over her head. This thing was probably too small for 
Claire last year when she was thirteen. I had my doubts 
that Cunt could get it down over her tits. But she was 
trying!

We watched in amusement as she struggled with it, 
finally managing to pull it part way down over her 
tits. It flattened her tits out and didn't even cover 
her nipples completely. It was too funny to be sexy. To 
make matters worse, or better, depending on your 
perspective, every time she moved, or even if she 
didn't, it kept sliding up and baring her tits. At 
least once or twice a minute she had to struggle with 
it to make it cover as much of her nipples as possible. 

While Cunt was struggling with that, Claire pulled out 
one of cheerleader skirts. I was surprised that Cunt 
was able to button it. I was happy with the results 
though. Her cunt wasn't covered at all and almost half 
of her ass cheeks were on display. 

We went into Cunt's room and I ordered her to pick out 
her highest heels. She found a pair of boots that came 
up over her calf and had a three inch heel. I couldn't 
imagine where she would wear them. They were perfect 
for the outfit she had on though.

We went back downstairs and I showed off my well 
dressed cunt to Phil. He thought it was the perfect 
outfit for her. We had planned on taking her to one of 
those sleazy adult bookstores and buying a bunch of 
toys and clothes. But I thought it would be a shame for 
the kids to miss that. I asked Phil if he knew of a 
place that he could call the owner and get permission 
to bring them in just to watch. 

Phil smiled and said, "It just so happens that I did a 
guy a favor a while back and if I have a little talk 
with him he might find this amusing. Let me give him a 
call." 

While Phil was out of the room I ordered Ed to put his 
clothes back on, but before he got started Claire came 
back into the room and handed me a tiny little g-
string. "I bet he'd look cute in this," she said, 
smiling brightly.

I tossed it to Ed and he took off his wife's panties 
and put on his daughter's g-string. His daughter 
watched while he struggled into the little thing. Once 
he had it on he looked so funny that Claire and I both 
laughed out loud. His balls stuck out on the edges and 
the head of his dick stuck out of the top. I decided to 
let him wear it just to humor her, but I didn't want 
that much of him showing in the future, so we would 
still be doing some panty shopping for him.

He pulled his street clothes on over the panties, 
obviously uncomfortable. I told him to sit next to 
Cunt. Todd came down dressed to go out, now I was just 
waiting for Phil. He came back into the room in a few 
minutes. "It's all set up," he said. "My guy has a 
problem with having kids in the place, but when I told 
him what we had going on he figured it was worth taking 
a chance. Here's the thing though. If he gets busted 
with a kid in the place he loses his license and 
probably goes to jail. So if anyone starts getting 
hinky the kids move out, fast. Okay?"

I understood perfectly. In fact, I probably would have 
told Phil to piss up a rope if it had been my porn 
shop. But that's just me. I can't imagine owning that 
kind of business to start with, so you can't go by me.

***

I grabbed Ed's keys and we went out to the garage. Ed 
was the proud owner of a Bentley Flying Spur. I had 
seen it a couple of times and had always wondered what 
it would be like to drive it. Well I was finally 
finding out. It was nice to drive. It had every kind of 
gizmo you could think of. For $165,000 it should. But I 
have to tell you, it was very uncomfortable for six 
people. My Towncar would have been more comfortable! 
Still I got to drive it and get it out of my system. 

Phil and Todd sat in back with Cunt. Claire sat next to 
me and Ed was next to the door. Once we were on the 
road I put my hand between Claire's thighs and enjoyed 
her warmth. I watched in the rearview mirror as Todd 
molested his mother. I was really disappointed in how 
she was handling this. She didn't resist, she didn't go 
along. She just kind of retreated into her little mind 
and let what ever was going to happen, happen. And Ed 
was the same way. I didn't know how they were going to 
react when the things we had planned started happening, 
but I hoped that there would be some reaction besides a 
glassy stare.

Phil directed me to an area of town I wasn't familiar 
with. It was an industrial area out near the airport. 
It was also where the tattoo parlors and strip joints 
and adult bookstores were mostly located. I have a 
tattoo. My wife had two tattoos. It never occurred to 
me before, but I kind of resent that I am placed in a 
category of people with strippers and dirty old men. 
Not that I have anything against strippers, or dirty 
old men. I had enjoyed being entertained by strippers 
in those few years between 'old enough' and 'married'. 
And now that I think about it there is little doubt 
that I will one day in the not too distant future be a 
dirty old man. Hmmm, maybe those businesses belong 
together after all.

I was driving down the frontage road when Phil pointed 
out the store and I pulled into the parking lot. We all 
got out and I locked the car. Cunt was looking at the 
signs on the outside of the building and I was pleased 
to see that she actually was aware of where she was and 
was not happy about it.

I took a minute to remind the kids that a lot of people 
could go to jail if there was an undercover cop in the 
place, or if some upstanding citizen was upset at 
seeing a couple of teenagers in a sleaze store. I also 
took a few minutes to explain to them what they would 
most likely see inside. They were both anxious and not 
in the least intimidated. I figured they would be able 
to handle whatever happened. So we made our way to the 
back door and after Phil knocked we waited for someone 
to let us in.

In a couple of minutes a man came and opened the door. 
He was big and hairy and did not appear to have a sense 
of humor. He looked at us, but mostly he looked at 
Claire and Todd. He shook his head and said to Phil, 
"Man, you better not make me regret this."

Phil smiled and said, "Glider, I have a feeling you are 
going to be very glad we came."

Glider! What the hell kind of a name is Glider?!

Glider stepped back and we all followed him inside. 
When we got to the end of the short hallway I made 
Claire and Todd stop and wait there. Phil and Ed and 
Cunt and I went on in. I looked around and was 
surprised. It was a large, well stocked brightly lit 
porn shop. Although the parking lot had been pretty 
full there were only a half dozen men in the store. I 
assumed that there was a back room with video booths. 

Glider followed us around as we shopped. I guess he was 
wondering what all the fuss was about. We headed right 
for the toy area. We had Cunt hold out her arms and we 
loaded her up with ankle and wrist cuffs, a couple of 
slave collars. A neat little leather belt with clips 
attached to restrain her arms and a couple of straps 
that went around her thighs for that same purpose. We 
picked up one of those weird gloves that hold both arms 
behind her back all the way to her upper arms. Phil 
found a spreader bar that appealed to him. We selected 
a dozen different dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. 
And, of course, a couple of different nipple clamps.

As I was picking up the nipple clamps and putting them 
on the pile of merchandise that Cunt was holding I 
suddenly realized that we were going to have to get her 
nipples pierced. That was going to be fun.

We had begun to attract a crowd as we shopped. By the 
time Cunt's arms were full every guy in the store was 
standing around watching. I ordered her to put 
everything we had picked out on the counter by the cash 
register and then we moved to the area where the slut 
clothing was on display. 

Phil and I looked over the clothing available and we 
both found things that we thought would be fun. I 
ordered Cunt to strip. She was totally exposed anyway. 
She had given up trying to keep the crop top she was 
wearing down over her nipples. And that cheerleader 
skirt had turned out to be just something to keep her 
waist warm. It didn't cover her ass or her pussy. So 
stripping should have been no big deal. But she looked 
very uncomfortable standing naked in the middle of the 
store. That pleased me.

We had her try on several very slutty outfits and the 
crowd loved it. From time to time someone would come in 
and Glider would look at them and try to determine 
whether or not they were the type to object to a couple 
of lusty teenagers in the room, although I'm not sure 
that many of the men even noticed that the kids were 
there. But judging by the way everyone gathered around 
to watch Cunt put on, and then take off, her slut 
clothes, and the looks on their faces, I didn't see any 
sign of problems from the audience.

Phil and I together picked out a dozen outfits and we 
were about to quit there but Claire started waiving 
wildly from where she and Todd were standing in the 
hall and I went over to see what she wanted. 

I was a bit surprised but she loved some of the outfits 
we were picking out to torment her mother with. She 
wanted some of them too!

I told her to hang on and I went over to Phil and 
Glider and explained. Glider looked around at the 
audience, now nearly a dozen guys, and shrugged. He 
said, "I don't know. I have seen most of these guys in 
here before. If I had to guess I would say that they 
were okay. It's up to you guys."

Phil just shrugged. I looked at the guys watching 
lustfully and thought that this could be a good 
opportunity. I decided to take them into my confidence. 
"Gentlemen," I said. "This is Cunt, my sex slave. We 
are shopping for a new wardrobe for her. If you saw her 
when we came in you know why. The thing is, her son and 
daughter are over there in that little hallway watching 
and while Cunt was trying on clothes her fourteen year 
old daughter saw some outfits that she wanted to get 
for herself. Do any of you feel that you would be 
offended if she were to come into the room and try on a 
few of these outfits?"

I would have been really shocked if anyone had 
objected. I wasn't shocked. I waived Claire in and she 
came over to me and she pointed out the outfits she had 
liked. I told her to hand me her clothes and try them 
on. She grinned and put her arms around my neck and 
kissed me and said, "Yes Master." The way she said it 
gave me a hardon like you wouldn't believe.

She took off her top and her skirt and panties and 
tried on close to a dozen outfits. And she wanted most 
of them. I did too. Once she had taken off the last 
outfit that she had selected, I told her to take them 
all over to the cash register and then come back and 
she could get dressed. The fashion show had lasted 
about twenty minutes and I had watched the faces in the 
audience. Some of them were drooling, honest to god! I 
was pretty close myself!

I gave Claire her skirt and her top back, I kept her 
panties. We all went to the cash register and the owner 
started adding everything up. The total was over $800. 
I was just about to order Ed to pay the man when I had 
a better idea. 

I turned to the audience and said, "Guys, I have a 
pretty big bill here. If any of you would like to help 
out I would be happy to offer you a little time with my 
slave in return."

"Which one," someone asked. 

"Sorry guys, only mama right now. Or daddy if you want 
him."

Nobody said anything for a minute and then one guy 
said, "How much?"

"Well," I said, thoughtfully, "this is her first time 
being whored out, so she is probably worth a little 
more. How about $2.50 for a blowjob and $5 for a fuck? 
Does that sound fair?"

"You're shitting, right?" someone in the audience asked 
incredulously.

"No sir," I responded. "I just had her for the first 
time less than an hour ago and I am pretty sure she is 
worth that much. If you don't believe me her son is 
right over there. He just fucked her too. Ask him if 
she is any good or not."

Nobody moved for a moment and then suddenly I was 
surrounded by a bunch of dirty old men with money in 
their hands. I asked Glider if there was a place we 
could transact this business and he said, "What the 
fuck, if I ain't busted already then it is too late to 
worry about it now. Fuck her anywhere you want. There 
is a room in the back with a small couch, or you can 
fuck her right here in the aisle for all I care."

An old guy handed me $2.50 and then stood in front of 
Cunt. He pushed her to her knees and then he pulled his 
cock out and fucked her face roughly. 

At first everyone just watched, and then they started 
pushing money at me. I took their money. I didn't keep 
any kind of track of who was paying to do what. I 
didn't care. They all lined up and took their turns. 
Some turned her around and bent her over and fucked her 
and some got a blowjob. I just enjoyed watching her 
being used. 

While she was entertaining the audience I ordered Ed to 
pay for the things we had selected. I told him to enjoy 
it because by the time I was through with him he would 
be lucky to be able to pay for a cup of coffee.

He seemed more upset by that than by everything else 
that had happened to him and his wife and kids so far 
today. I was glad that I had finally found something 
that bothered him. Well, besides sucking dicks and 
eating out freshly fucked pussies. 

After she had been raped by everyone in the store, 
including the owner, I sent her to the bathroom to 
clean up before I gave her something to wear. I picked 
out one of the less slutty outfits for her, something 
that she could wear in public, but was still 
disgraceful and humiliating. We went back out the back 
door and took our new purchases to the car. We threw 
everything into the trunk and then we got in. This time 
I let Ed drive. That left my hands free to enjoy 
Claire. 

I had Ed drive us to a nearby mall. Cunt's new top was 
almost transparent, but at least it stayed over her 
nipples. Her new skirt was only a couple of inches 
longer than the cheerleader outfit she had left the 
house in. She was still more naked than clothed, but 
that was what made it so much fun. Super conservative 
Miss Prissy Britches was walking around the town mall 
with her ass and her pussy and her tits all but 
exposed. And there was every chance in the world that 
she would run into someone that knew her. We went 
inside and our first stop was every man's favorite 
store, Victoria's Secret. 

First of all, I have seen her catalogs. Victoria 
doesn't have any secrets. But she does have style. I 
picked out several outfits for both Cunt and Claire. 
But I made Ed go ask one of the sales girls for help. 
He was to tell them that he needed some new panties, 
and that he couldn't remember his size. He was to pick 
out a dozen pairs of sexy, lacy panties that would 
cover his genitals and be attractive.

Cunt was relieved that she was being left alone. She 
just stood there and watched impassively as Ed was 
helped by the young and astounded salesgirl. Once they 
had selected a dozen panties I made Ed try them on in 
one of the fitting rooms with the door wide open. The 
four of us stood around watching, as well as a few 
shocked customers. It was all I could do to keep from 
cracking up. Claire and Todd were both holding their 
hands over their mouths to try and contain their 
laughter.

About half way through it started getting boring, so I 
let him dress and sent him to pay for everything. By 
then it was time for lunch. 

I have always hated plastic food. I don't eat fast 
food. I don't eat a hamburger anywhere that I can't get 
it rare. That means I only eat them at home. So that 
eliminated any place to eat at the mall. The kids were 
like most teenagers, they thought that McDonalds was a 
gourmet restaurant. So when it comes to meals their 
opinions don't count. There is one food considered 
'fast food' that I like, pizza. However, only when 
served in a good Italian restaurant. But I had a better 
idea for lunch today. 

Not far from the mall is a small river. Recently they 
have begun to build up along the banks. But before they 
started, and for as long as I can remember, there has 
been a biker bar that sits right on the river, away 
from everything else. It has a big deck out back and 
they serve a decent BBQ. I didn't know if anyone would 
be there at this time of day, it was kind of early, but 
there was always a chance that we would be able to 
abuse Cunt some more. So I gave Ed directions and we 
drove over there. 

It was only 12:30 when we got there. They didn't open 
until 1:00 PM. So we sat in the car and while Todd and 
Phil tormented Cunt in the back seat, Claire got up on 
her hands and knees with her sweet ass in her dad's 
face and unzipped my pants and pulled out my half hard 
cock. She started kissing my cock and then licking it 
all over and in no time at all I was hard. I started 
playing with her sexy little tits while she sucked and 
I could tell right away that I was not the owner of the 
first cock she had sucked. This little girl was good! 
She couldn't deep throat, but god, she was so fucking 
enthusiastic! She was really having fun! I played with 
her tits, and from time to time my hand wandered down 
to her dripping wet pussy. It took almost fifteen 
minutes before I came in her hot sucking mouth. She 
swallowed it all like a pro and then she kissed my soft 
cock and smiled up at me like a little porn star. 

I pulled her up and kissed her passionately for a while 
and then I was distracted by the noises coming from the 
back. We both looked back to see Cunt sucking Todd's 
dick while Phil fucked her roughly from behind. 

As they were finishing up with her I noticed a couple 
of bike's pulling into the parking lot and parking 
nearby. Finally it was 1:00 PM and we got out and went 
into the bar. I asked the girl behind the bar if we 
could go out on the deck and get some food and drinks. 

She looked at us strangely. I guess a lot of people 
don't park out front in Bentleys. But she smiled and 
said, "I will be happy to bring ya'll some drinks. The 
cook just called in and said he would be here in about 
ten minutes. So I can take your orders. And as soon as 
Randy gets here and cooks it I'll bring it out to you."

I chuckled and said, "We have all day. We just want to 
sit out by the water, have a cool drink, get a bite to 
eat and watch Cunt here flash her tits and pussy. Is 
that okay?"

One of the guys at the bar spit out his beer when I 
said that. Then they both laughed and started checking 
Cunt out. The biker chick behind the counter said, 
"They won't be the first tits or the first pussy to be 
flashed in this joint. The customers always seem to 
appreciate it, so feel free." 

She came out from behind the counter and grabbed a 
handful of menus and some flatware and led us to a 
table on the deck. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day 
and the sound and smell of the clear water running 
right below us made the whole thing perfect. Well, I 
expect Cunt had reservation concerning what was about 
to happen to her. But the rest of us were having a good 
time.

We placed our drink orders and Phil, the kids and I sat 
around talking. Ed and Cunt spoke only when spoken too. 
That was fine with everyone. When the drinks had been 
delivered we ordered some food, to be prepared if and 
when the cook arrived. Then the waitress/bartender went 
back inside and we were alone on the deck. 

Todd turned to me and asked, "Claire said that you told 
her we were rich. Is that true? I mean, I know we live 
in a nice house and have expensive things. I know they 
inherited some money and stocks and bonds when dad's 
parents died. But I thought we just lived well because 
they were overpaid."

"Yes." I said. "They have nearly a million in cash and 
CDs in the bank. The last report I looked at from their 
broker listed close to thirty million in investments. I 
was able to get the information about your parents and 
what they did to Mel thanks to Phil. I plan to reward 
him with some of that. But I don't want any of it. I 
will, however, talk to an attorney about seeing that it 
is somehow put into a trust for you two and make sure 
that they cannot access it. You can use it for your 
education and have a nice little nest egg for when you 
get out on your own."

I looked at Claire and said, "Although I may just keep 
you around."

Claire said, "You should have some of the money too. 
They took Mel from you and laughed while they did it. 
They should pay for that."

I kissed her and said, "Thanks sweetie, but I am not 
doing this for money. And believe me, they are going to 
pay. They have already started."

The two bikers from the bar wandered out and sat down 
near us. They were, I suppose, waiting for Cunt to 
start showing off. I made her turn around in her chair 
and straddle the back. Now her legs were splayed wide 
open and her pussy was on display a couple of feet from 
the two bikers. They grinned at me and made some rude 
remarks, all in good fun of course. I noticed that the 
back of the chair was made just right so that one of 
her tits would fit in a space between the thin wooden 
slats on either side of the backrest. I told her to 
pull her top off and hand it to me and then lean into 
the back of the chair. 

She sat up straight and took off her top and then 
leaned forward and put her tits between the slats. 

One of the bikers asked me if we were going to be 
staying long. I told him we would be here at least long 
enough to get some food. He pulled out a cell phone and 
started making phone calls. It looked like we were 
going to be having company.

People started slowly drifting out onto the deck. 
Mostly guys, mostly bikers, though not all. There were 
several couples that came in together. They seemed to 
enjoy the scenery as much as the guys did. I saw a 
couple of old friends and went over to say hello. I 
have a bike, but have not been riding socially since 
Mel died. That probably sounds funny, but Harley riders 
do ride socially. So, although I have a dozen or so 
friends that are bikers I hadn't been in touch with 
them in a while.

Ray saw me approaching his table and roared. He stood 
up and grabbed me in a bear hug that almost killed me. 
"Dave! Man, I didn't think I was ever going to see you 
around here again! Man I'm sorry as hell about Mel." 
Ray is a huge guy with a heart of gold. Mel and I 
always enjoyed going on rides and going to ralleys and 
on camping trips with him and a few others. Of all my 
friends, she had loved Ray the most. And whenever we 
had gotten together Ray had never left her side. He was 
always there to protect her. 

We talked for a few minutes and the funny thing was 
that he hadn't noticed Cunt when he came outside. I was 
talking to him when his friend punched him and pointed 
her out. He looked at her and looked away and then did 
a double take worthy of a Saturday morning cartoon. 
Then he turned to me and said, "Are they with you?!"

"Yeah," I answered. "I haven't been here in a while and 
she just got fucked by about a dozen guys at the porn 
shop and I figured she needed airing out, so I thought, 
what better place to air out a nasty cunt than here."

Ray looked at me like he didn't understand. I guess 
because he knew I wasn't the kind of guy to treat a 
woman like that. Because he and Mel had been such good 
friends I went ahead and explained around the edges. I 
didn't tell him everything, but I told him what she and 
her husband did. Then I had to stop him from going over 
to the table and killing them. Did I mention how big he 
is? I finally convinced him that it was better my way. 
They would suffer a lot more for a lot longer. But the 
look on his face was scary; he really wanted to kill 
both of them. 

Then I asked him if his friend Leo still did tattoos 
and piercings. He grinned and nodded. He knew where 
this was going and it appealed to him.

The last I knew Leo was working out of his home doing 
original tattoos for bikers and piercings for anyone 
that was willing to pay him. I asked Ray if he thought 
Leo would be interested in coming over and letting me 
buy him a couple of beers and then piercing Cunt's 
nipples, right here on the deck.

Ray said, "I believe that I can talk him into it."

I said, "Okay, they just brought my food over. After 
you talk to him why don't you and your friend join us?"

"Be right over," he said.

I was half way through my BBQ sandwich when Ray and his 
friend Curly came over. They pulled another table over 
and the chairs that went with it and sat down. Ray 
looked Cunt over good and then asked if I minded if he 
checked her out. Of course I didn't, but I warned him 
again that she had just gotten fucked and might be a 
little messy. Ray pulled his chair closer to Cunt's and 
told me that Leo was on the way. Then he started 
pulling and twisting Cunt's tits. He was not gentle. 
Everyone was watching curiously.

Ray is one of those friendly, personable people that 
know everyone. And everyone knows that he is a gentle 
giant. There were some very surprised looks when the 
guys saw how rough he was with her tits. Cunt was 
grimacing and groaning in pain. But she didn't say 
anything. 

After a few minutes, Ray pulled her head up by her hair 
and made her look at him. He said, "Dave told me what 
you did. Mel was more than a friend to me. I loved that 
little girl. Dave had to stop me from coming over here 
and killing you right in front of everyone. And I could 
have gotten away with it once I told these people what 
you did. They would not have seen a thing. It is all I 
can do to keep from breaking your fucking neck."

Tears started coming from her eyes but that was 
probably because he was pulling on her hair and her 
tits pretty hard. He finally turned back to the table 
and I introduced him and his friend to Phil and the 
kids. They were surprised when they found out who the 
kids were, Phil and I both laughed at the looks on 
their faces. 

Leo showed up about ten minutes later with a couple of 
friends. The deck was getting crowded. It usually did 
on a nice Saturday afternoon like this. We were a chair 
short so I put Claire in my lap and gave her chair to 
one of the guys with Leo. It really wasn't a sacrifice.

I had met Leo a couple of times but we didn't really 
know each other well. He shook my hand and said, "Ray 
told me what you had in mind, and why. I am looking 
forward to it."

"Great!" I said. "We will pay your usual fee, plus 
expenses, you did, after all, have to travel some. But 
why don't you let us buy you guys a couple of beers 
first?"

We sat and talked and drank for a while. Guys kept 
coming around and checking out Cunt. A few of them even 
had cameras and got some good pictures. Once the others 
saw that, they started coming over with their cell 
phones. Nearly everyone there had a cell phone that 
took pictures!

After we had put a few beers away Leo put his little 
leather bag on the table. He pulled out an assortment 
of jewelry and asked if there was anything that 
appealed to me.

I looked at his small display and saw pairs of tiny bar 
bells in various sizes. But I ignored those, I wanted 
rings. The question was size. There was a selection of 
rings ranging from tiny and thin to huge and fat. 

I didn't want to make her so freakish that it would 
detract from the fact that she was an innocent 
housewife being raped when she started making movies. I 
picked up a pair of rings in a sterile plastic envelope 
that were nearly ¾ of an inch in diameter and thicker 
than most. Not in the least discrete, and it would be 
hard to hide the fact that her nipples were pierced, 
even under her clothes. Then I picked another pair of 
thinner, smaller ones and held them up to Claire. 
"Would you like your nipples pierced?" I asked her, but 
only kidding. I was floored by her response.

"Yes Master. I would love to have my nipples pierced 
for you."

I looked at her; I didn't want her to do for the wrong 
reasons. "I don't want you to do it for me. If you 
would like to have it done, we'll get it done, here and 
now. But if you have any doubts, you have years to 
think it over. You can always say no now and change 
your mind later."

She grinned and whispered in my ear, "Stick your finger 
in my pussy and see if you think I want it done now."

I held the two envelopes containing sterile nipple 
rings to Leo and asked him how he wanted to do it.

He said, "Hey, it's your show."

I said, "Alright. Let's do Claire first. And she is 
only fourteen, so take it easy on her, alright?" Leo 
nodded and I continued, "Then you can to the bitch 
anyway you want."

Leo reached into his bag and pulled out his sterile 
piercing equipment. Claire took her top off without 
waiting to be asked, much to the delight of our large 
audience. She was still sitting in my lap and when I 
tried to move her to another seat she said, "No, please 
Master. I want you to hold me while he does it."

I kissed her and held her tightly. Leo spoke to the 
waitress, who was standing nearby watching with great 
interest. She ran inside and came back with a glass of 
ice cubes. Leo handed two of the ice cubes to Claire 
and told her to hold them against her nipples while he 
got ready.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of latex 
gloves and put them on. Next he pulled out a variety of 
sterile needles and selected one and opened the tiny 
package it came in. Then he told Claire to sit back and 
relax and he dried her nipples and swabbed them with 
alcohol. He placed a strange looking clamp on one of 
her nipples and I pulled Claire's lips to mine and 
kissed her while Leo pierced her nipple with his needle 
and placed the little ring into the hole. 

I felt Claire wince at the pain, but she took it pretty 
well. When I broke the kiss she was smiling. 

Claire looked down and smiled and said, "It's 
beautiful!"

"Are you ready to do it again, darlin'?" Leo asked.

Claire took a deep breath and smiled and said, "Let's 
do it!"

The procedure was repeated and Claire remained topless 
in my lap, which seemed to please the audience at least 
as much as it did me. 

Now our attention turned to Cunt. She was seated with 
her back to us, but she had glanced around several 
times as her daughter's tits were being exposed and 
pierced.

I suppose it had been reassuring that Claire took it so 
well and smiled proudly afterwards. Unfortunately for 
her, Leo would use a different procedure for her. 

Leo and a friend of his cleared a space and sat Cunt's 
chair in the center of it. They turned her around in 
the chair and then Leo's friend grabbed her arms and 
held them behind the back of the chair. He continued to 
hold on tightly as Leo pulled a ball gag out of his bag 
and forced it into Cunt's mouth. 

Cunt was looking worried now. But when she saw Leo 
approaching her, not with a slender needle but a long, 
fat needle she turned ghostly white. She started 
struggling and shaking her head violently and making 
unrecognizable noises through the gag. A lot of the men 
in the back of the crowd had stood up and everyone was 
gathered to watch Cunt get pierced. 

Leo started pinching and pulling on her nipples and 
soon, much to her dismay, they stood out long and 
proud. He swabbed them with alcohol, but no ice for 
her, and no clamp. He grabbed one of her nipples with 
his big strong fingers and then slowly forced the huge 
needle though it at the base. He had drawn the needle 
half way through her nipple when she passed out. 

He was prepared for that. He waived a vial of smelling 
salts under her nose and she snapped back to the world 
of pain she had escaped for all too brief a time. When 
he was satisfied that she was awake and aware Leo 
finished pulling the needle through her nipple. He 
inserted the larger, heavier ring and put a drop of 
some kind of superglue on it to make it more difficult 
to remove. Then he swabbed the area with alcohol again 
and moved to her other nipple to repeat the process.

She immediately started struggling and screaming 
through her gag as Leo teased her nipple erect. She 
finally gave up as he was preparing to slowly insert 
that fat needle into her nipple. She stopped struggling 
and closed her eyes and sobbed quietly until the needle 
started to pierce her flesh yet again. Then she 
screamed in pain and her body tensed up. 

I was watching Claire out of the corner of my eye. I 
half expected this might be little too intense for her, 
but she was actually enjoying the show!

Leo finally finished up the second nipple and everyone 
came up to inspect his work. We had to ask that they 
refrain from touching because of the risk of infection. 
But there was a lot of looking and a lot more pictures. 

I ordered Ed to pay Leo for the two piercings and for 
both sets of rings. Then I ordered him to pay our tab. 
I asked Leo if he would like a tip from Cunt and he 
said that he appreciated my gracious offer. He took her 
into the far corner and some of the guys stood around 
to give them a little privacy, or to watch, whatever. I 
saw Leo bend her over the handrail and fuck her from 
behind as she stared out into the parking lot. 

I guess Leo enjoys his work because he came pretty 
fast. He left her there and came back and gathered up 
his equipment. While he was packing it up I told him 
that we would probably be having more work done on her 
later, if he was interested. He smiled and handed me 
his card and a set of directions for the care of fresh 
piercings. 

We all got up to leave and while Claire put her top on 
I went over to collect my Cunt. One of the customers 
decided it was a shame to leave her bent over like that 
with no dick in her and was fucking her vigorously. I 
smiled and watched, it didn't look like it would be 
much longer. Claire came up and put her arm around me 
and smiled while we waited for the biker to finish 
fucking her mother. 

When he was done he backed away and saw me standing 
there. He said, "Hope you don't mind. It was just 
there, I thought somebody should climb it." 

I laughed and said, "I don't mind at all. If we didn't 
have to leave I would let anybody that wanted to have a 
turn, maybe next time." I heard a lot of people say 
"hurry back" as we left.

We all went out and got in the car and Phil gave Ed 
instructions on how to get to our next destination. I 
was a little surprised myself when it turned out to be 
a large old farmhouse with a huge old red barn and a 
bunch of outbuildings.

Phil had Ed drive right up to the big barn door and 
stop. We all got out and stood around while Phil went 
to a normal sized door a little further down the wall. 
He knocked and then went inside. It was my impression 
that we were going to see someone that made movies, not 
milk! But then, as I looked around I started to see 
that this was not a working farm. There were a few 
pieces of derelict farm equipment nearby, but nothing 
that appeared to be in working order. There were a few 
horses in a corral, and a kennel somewhere nearby; I 
could hear several dogs barking. But no sign that there 
had been any cows here for quite some time. 

Finally Phil stuck his head out of the door and waived 
us in. I hung back with Claire and we followed the 
others inside. We entered into an office that looked 
like any office in any office building. It was modern 
and there were no farm smells. There was even a carpet 
on the floor. But there was absolutely no sign of what 
took place in this barn. No posters, no signs, nothing. 
The man behind the desk watched us come in. He actually 
looked kind of reputable considering what I understood 
that he did for a living. He looked Cunt over closely 
and also spent entirely too much time checking out 
Claire. 

Phil did the introductions. The man behind the desk was 
Eric Castle. I doubt if that was his name when he was 
going to 3rd grade. If I did what he does for a living, 
I wouldn't use my real name. 

He nodded to me and I nodded back. Phil brought me over 
a copy of the contract for the movies that Cunt would 
be making. While I was looking it over he got up and 
went over to where she was standing. He walked around 
her and then ordered her to undress. 

I was pleased that she didn't hesitate to undress in 
front of yet another stranger. I suppose that by this 
point in her busy and life changing day it really 
didn't matter all that much anymore. He looked her over 
and then felt her up, even sticking his fingers into 
her pussy and ass. I looked up from the contract to 
tell him that her ass was still cherry, but she had 
been fucked a dozen times today. 

He chuckled as he stuck his slime covered fingers in 
her mouth and said, "She recovers fast, must be quite 
elastic for her age. But Phil tells me that she doesn't 
throat yet, is that right?"

"Not yet," I answered.

Then he came over to take a closer look at Claire. "You 
sure you don't want to make a star out of this sweet 
little thing? I have a special, very private, customer 
list that would pay dearly for a few action movies 
starring her. You're only fourteen, sweetheart?"

"Yes sir," Claire responded respectfully.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a movie star?" Eric 
asked. He looked like he was about to start drooling!

"It isn't up to me sir, I am just a slave. I do what I 
am told." Little minx! Gotta love her!

I said, "I thought Phil explained everything to you. 
This isn't about the money. Nobody, except maybe Ed, 
cares about the money. However, I suspect your 
clientele might be interested in a mother-son movie. 
Her son isn't my slave, but he likes to fuck and he 
likes to fuck his mother, right Todd?"

Todd gave us one of those evil little leers of his and 
said, "Want a demonstration?"

Eric laughed and said, "You're right Dave, I do have an 
audience for that. We should probably do a quick series 
of those before we get into the others. Okay?"

I nodded, but then had an interesting thought. "There 
is one thing we might consider," I said. "I might be 
able to talk the kids into letting you film them 
together. If they were interested, could you use 
something like that?"

Eric couldn't hide the eager look on his face, but he 
tried to sound noncommittal. He still didn't get it 
that it wasn't about money for us.

Eric started touching Cunt's nipples and flipping the 
new rings in them and Cunt cringed in pain. I told him 
that they hadn't even been in an hour yet, and they had 
been done the hard way. 

Eric said, "We will have to wait at least a week for 
those holes to heal before we start shooting the good 
stuff, but in a day or two we could do the series with 
Todd. I will have some people put a few simple scripts 
together. It doesn't take long; there isn't a lot of 
talking in my movies."

I had finished looking over the contract. There wasn't 
much to it. It simply gave Eric and his company the 
exclusive rights to any and all of the work product, be 
it still photography or moving pictures. It stated that 
we consented to the use and public display of such work 
product. And that work product might be distributed in 
any way deemed appropriate by Eric's company, Dark 
Alley Films, Inc. 

The contract called for a minimum of twelve films for 
which Cunt would be paid on a sliding scale depending 
on the subject matter of the film. The spaces for her 
name hadn't been filled in yet. We would need to select 
a stage name for Cunt. I handed him the contract back 
and he handed me a paper with the sliding scale for the 
different kinds of movies. 

I looked it over and thought, "Man! These assholes 
really take advantage of these poor girls." But I 
didn't say anything. We were, after all, here to have 
Cunt taken advantage of. 

We all started brainstorming, trying to come up with a 
nice slutty name for Cunt. Mostly they were all 
idiotic. I suggested Kitty Mott. I liked the idea of 
using her last name. That way, if anyone that knew her 
saw one of her films there would be no question that it 
was really her. And I figured the people that like to 
buy underground movies of women being exploited would 
prefer an innocent name, because what fun is it 
humiliating a street whore?

There were other suggestions, some pretty ingenious, 
but I thought that they were too slutty for our 
purposes. Eric finally agreed and from then on Phyllis 
Mott who had become Cunt became kitty mott, with small 
letters. No capital letters for our little kitty. What 
the hell, if she didn't react to being called Cunt it 
wasn't any fun calling her that anyway. 

That was something I was going to have to work on. 
Since this morning when she had finally accepted her 
fate, she had been doing a very good zombie impression. 
Her expression never changed, well, hardly ever. I was 
hoping that perhaps a day or two at the office where 
she had to go around and make believe that everything 
was normal might make a difference.

Ed's expression never changed either, but I didn't give 
a shit about him.

We had kitty sign the contracts. It was a silly 
formality. Then Eric took us on a tour of the barn. 
There was still a large open space in the center as you 
would expect in a large barn. Instead of stalls and 
storage rooms on the sides of the large center area, 
there were a half a dozen movie sets and a makeup room. 
The sets were a couple of bedrooms, a living room, a 
bathroom, a locker room and a class room. Eric said 
that there were more sets in the house, and the 
basement of the house had been turned into a dungeon. 
He took us over to the house and showed us around 
there.

On the way back to the barn from the house he pointed 
out the horses and the dog kennels and said, "They are 
all specially trained." 

He had been talking to Phil and me, but I was lucky 
enough to see kitty's face turn white.

It was getting late and it had been a busy day. I had 
Ed drive us home. I made Ed and kitty strip inside the 
door and Claire did too, even though she didn't have 
to. I handed Ed a new pair of panties and got kitty 
started cooking supper. 

I ordered Ed to get Phil and me a beer. Now seemed like 
a good time to talk money with Phil. I proposed that he 
keep all of the money from the movies kitty would make. 
And I proposed that we start liquidating some of Ed's 
holdings, but only enough so that I could give Phil a 
million dollars. I didn't know if he had any money 
saved up, but I figured he could probably retire with 
that. The rest would be split up into trusts for the 
kids. 

Phil was floored. He had been thinking I might offer 
him the money from the films. And that was more than he 
expected. But I insisted on the million and he didn't 
resist too hard.

We watched a little TV until dinner was ready. The kids 
ate with us at the table, but I made Ed and kitty eat 
on the floor. After dinner I ordered Ed and kitty to 
clean up and we went back to the living room. 

Claire had put on one of her new outfits from the porn 
shop and she looked hot. She came over and sat in my 
lap and said, "I heard what you told Phil about the 
money."

I asked her if it bothered her that I gave him that 
much of their money.

"No," she said. "It bothers me that you aren't taking 
any. And besides, you are now responsible for me. You 
will need money to take me to Disney World and buy me 
school clothes and birth control pills."

Oh yeah! Birth control pills! Better take care of that 
first thing Monday morning, for both of them.

"Don't worry," I assured her. "Your parents will still 
be working and bringing home far too much money for 
what they actually do. And for some reason they have 
far too much of their savings in what is called liquid 
assets. They have a lot of cash and CDs."

"I have decided to take some time off, until things 
here are running smooth and everyone knows what's 
what," I said. "But I will still be working and you 
will still be going to school. You won't be able to 
call your life normal. But we will make it as normal as 
possible. But thank you for worrying about me."

I had been moving my hands around Claire's sweet body 
while we talked and her seat, my lap, was getting kind 
of lumpy. 

The motts came in from the kitchen and stood at the 
door waiting for someone to tell them what to do. Todd 
was incredible. That kid must have cum a dozen times 
today, including the blowjob he made his father give 
him, but he was ready to go again. 

He ordered his mother to crawl across the living room; 
he liked the way her breasts swayed when she crawled. 
When she reached him he put his feet up on the arms of 
his chair and told her to eat his ass out. She obeyed, 
but without much enthusiasm. 

Phil got up and took off his belt and gave her a really 
hard swat with it. She hadn't seen it coming and when 
it struck her she screamed and flipped over onto her 
back. 

Phil smiled at her and said, "We need to start seeing 
some enthusiasm from you kitty. And we want to start 
hearing more verbal responses. More 'yes sirs', maybe a 
nice smile every now and then would be nice. Is that 
too much to ask?"

"No sir," kitty quickly responded. She scurried back to 
her knees and said to Todd, "I am sorry sir." She 
looked at Phil to see that she had satisfied him, but 
he said, "Almost kitty, but I think it would sound 
better if you didn't use first person pronouns from now 
on. Try that."

"Kitty is sorry sir?" kitty said, tentatively.

Phil smiled and said, "That sounds much better, doesn't 
it Todd?"

Todd said, with a note of impatience in his voice, 
"Yeah, that sounds cool, now can I get her tongue back 
in my ass? I'm waiting here!"

Claire and I were both laughing as kitty said to Todd, 
"kitty is sorry sir. Kitty will eat your ass now sir."

While Todd was playing with his new kitty, we talked 
about living and sleeping arrangements. What Claire had 
said was right. I had become responsible for her. Not 
part of the plan, but I gladly accepted. I realized 
that a lot of what I was going to do, or allow to be 
done to her, were not the actions of a responsible 
guardian. But she certainly didn't seem traumatized. 
And, I reminded myself, she had requested, or at least 
she had eagerly acquiesced to everything that had been 
done to her today. 

Since I was going to be responsible for her, I decided 
that she and I would move into the master bedroom, for 
now anyway. If Claire wanted to move back to her own 
room later, she could. Judging by the hug I got when I 
made that announcement she liked the idea. 

Phil lives alone in a cheap old apartment. He had sold 
his house when his wife had been killed. He couldn't 
stand to be in it. He would give up his apartment and 
move into the mother-in-law suite on the other side of 
the kitchen. Todd would stay in his own room and share 
kitty for now. Ed, and kitty if nobody else was using 
her, could sleep in the spare bedroom. I decided I 
would make another copy of the full CD of what they did 
to Mel and keep it running in their bedroom forever as 
a reminder.

Everyone but the motts seemed satisfied so I invited 
Claire to join me for a nice hot shower and a romantic 
evening. She stood up and pulled her slinky dress off 
and pulled me to the stairs. Before we started upstairs 
I ordered kitty to change the bed linens. Then I 
followed the most perfect ass in the world up the 
stairs. I had to stop her several times to kiss it.

Kitty came in as we were undressing me. I ordered her 
to empty out her drawers and her closet tomorrow. Most 
of her clothes she would not be able to wear again 
anyway, at least not without some modifications. She 
said, "Yes sir." But that sure as hell wasn't a smile 
on her face.

The master bathroom was bigger than my bedroom at home. 
There was marble and slate and glass and tile 
everywhere. In the corner was a huge walk-in shower 
with plate glass walls and a half a dozen shower heads 
pointed everywhere. Just as we were about to get into 
the shower, kitty came in and hung up fresh towels for 
us. I smiled and patted her head and said, "Good 
kitty." She turned red and went back to making the bed. 
But I appreciated her taking the initiative.

Claire and I got in the shower and soaped up and rinsed 
a couple of times. She was a lot of fun to soap up. She 
asked me if I wanted her to shave but I kind of like 
her sparse little pubic patch. She kept it nicely 
trimmed and her hair was so light and fine that I found 
it appealing. 

We dried each other off and I noticed that kitty had 
set out a guest tooth brush for me and brought in 
Claire's toothbrush and her brush and comb. What a 
thoughtful mommy! We finished getting ready, which took 
longer than it might normally because we were having 
trouble keeping our hands off of each other. 

We entered the bedroom to find the bed nicely made and 
turned down. I picked Claire up and tossed her into the 
middle of it. Then I stretched out beside her. I 
started kissing her lightly, and gently moving my 
fingers over her beautiful body. Not groping or 
squeezing, like the teenage lovemaking she was 
apparently used to, but very lightly, just barely 
ruffling the fine little hairs that are almost 
invisible on her body. Just slow enough and close 
enough that she could feel the heat from my fingers, 
teasing her, making her body cry out to be touched. 

She was not totally inexperienced, but she had never 
been touched like this before. The two boys that had 
been lucky enough to touch her knew nothing about sex. 
They groped and squeezed and pulled and...well, you 
know. Guys are pretty stupid when it comes to playing a 
woman's body. Some guys learn, most never will.

She was going crazy. She grabbed my neck and kissed me 
passionately. I freed myself from her arms, finally, 
and started exploring her body with my tongue. She was 
delicious! I tasted every part of her, being very 
careful around her tender nipples, and she tasted 
wonderful everywhere. I even sucked on her sexy little 
toes, not something I am normally prone to do.

I wasn't counting orgasms, but she had many, each one 
stronger and louder than the last. Until finally she 
couldn't stand it any more and she put her hands down 
to the side of my face and pulled my head up and begged 
me to stop.

I smiled and kissed her clit one last time, just to 
watch her jump, then kissed my way back up her body and 
lay down beside her again. She lay in my arms panting 
for a minute, and then she turned on her side and put 
her head on my shoulder and said, "I think I love you."

I know that it is totally inappropriate. She is only 
fourteen. I am eleven years older than her. And yes, I 
know that it was just lust talking. Unfortunately I had 
the same feelings. I was uncomfortable with being a 
child molester. But each step we had taken had been at 
her instigation, right up until this last, where I 
invited her upstairs. 

She certainly had not gone kicking and screaming. But 
still, I knew better. But then again, fuck it! I know 
what everyone would say and I don't care. I love this 
girl. She is remarkably mature and until I see some 
sign that I am damaging her, or until she starts to 
pull back, I am going to enjoy her company to the 
fullest. And I am sure as hell not doing this to piss 
off her parents.

"Claire, I am feeling the same things you are, except 
that my conscience is bothering me. I am managing to 
keep it under control, but you are old enough to know 
that this is wrong and that I am the one that is 
supposed to do the responsible thing here, right?" 

She grinned at me and said in one of those cute little 
girl voices, "But Master, you wouldn't want me to be 
all alone would you?"

Master my ass! She knows damn well who has the upper 
hand in this relationship. 

"Aren't you going to fuck me now?" she asked. "I'm 
ready."

"You just lost your virginity this morning. I think we 
should give you a couple of days to heal, don't you?" I 
answered.

She kissed my nipple and licked it lightly, and then 
she looked me in the eyes and said, "No Master. I think 
you should fuck me right now."

Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do! We 
started kissing and touching again and then I pulled 
her on top of me. "I have a better idea, how about if 
you fuck me instead?" I suggested.

"Oooh, I get to be the man?" she kidded.

"Yeah, take me, I'm yours," I said, truthfully.

She moved up until her pussy was lined up with the head 
of my cock and then she started sliding slowly down. I 
have a normal sized dick. About seven inches long and 
big enough around that nobody every complained. But as 
she slid up and down, taking a little more into her 
tight hole each time, she was saying things like, "Oh 
god, it's so big! Oh shit that feels good! I love your 
cock! Oh fuck yeah!"

That kind of thing can go to a guys head pretty quick. 
I was forcing myself to lie still as she worked her 
pussy down around my cock, but damn it was hard! I 
started caressing her tits and her ass and tickling her 
clit and she reached bottom finally and stopped for a 
second.

"Does it hurt," I asked.

"Just a little twinge," she said, "but it feels too 
fucking good to stop." And she didn't. She paused for 
less than a minute, and then she started riding me like 
a horse. I watched her tits bouncing up and down and 
her face filled with lust and I watched the color 
spread down from her face to her neck and her chest and 
I started teasing her clit, because I was not going to 
be able to take much of this. 

In seconds she started screaming and bouncing up and 
down wildly and I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed 
her ass with both hands and thrust up into her and came 
like I had not already had two orgasms today. 

After she came she laid back down on me and I held her 
tight and we kissed and I rubbed her back and her ass 
for a while. She had to go to the bathroom and I went 
with her and washed myself while she peed. Then I told 
her I was going downstairs to get some ice water and 
asked her if she wanted anything. She shook her head 
and I headed downstairs. 

When I was passing Todd's room the door was open and I 
glanced in and saw kitty with her wrists in the leather 
cuffs we had bought for her, each bound to a corner of 
the foot of his bed. She was on her feet and her ass 
was bright red. It looked like he had tried out most of 
the toys we had bought today at the bookstore. 

Todd was beating her ass, slowly and methodically with 
a ruler. And his dick was rock hard! As I walked by he 
looked up at me, then waived and smacked her again. I 
invited him out into the hall for a second and told him 
that she was going to make her first porn movie the day 
after tomorrow, so not to go too hard on her butt. We 
don't want it all bruised and red, it ruins the effect.

He saw the sense in that and decided that she had 
enough foreplay and walked up behind her and fucked her 
in his own inimitable rabbit style.

I went downstairs and got some ice water and then went 
to bed. I cuddled up with Claire and once we were 
comfortable I asked her to tell me about the things she 
had done with her brother. 

She giggled and wiggled her butt against my cock and 
asked me if I thought I could take it. When I told her 
that if I couldn't I knew what to do about it. She said 
alright, and started from the beginning.

"Okay," Claire started out, "you know how when most 
kids are very young their parents bathe them together 
and let them share a bedroom and sometimes even a bed 
when they are really, really young. They treat them 
more or less as if they were asexual. They have a 
chance to satisfy their curiosity in an open and 
nonsexual environment. Well, not us. From the very 
beginning neither my brother nor I were ever indecent 
in the same room. Nor did we ever, not even for one 
night, sleep in the same room. We didn't find out until 
we started school how unusual that was."

"Kids are curious about the opposite sex from a very 
early age, but our super repressed parents did their 
best to be sure that we grew up as sexually ignorant 
and repressed as they had. Fortunately their best 
wasn't good enough. Todd and I both had friends who new 
what their siblings looked like naked, and more than a 
few admitted to doing more than just look."

"When we would come home from school we were always 
closely supervised, but we would talk. We would talk 
about our friends and what they had experienced. And we 
would talk about the differences between us, and what 
it was like to be a boy or a girl." 

"Before very long Todd, who, being a year older and a 
male, always took the lead, was constantly pushing me 
to open up more. I didn't need a lot of pushing either. 
All the talk, and the mental images were very 
stimulating to me even at the age of nine and ten when 
this started going beyond tickles, jokes and whispers."

"Finally, one day after school, Todd and I were kind of 
daring each other. You know the kind of thing; you show 
me yours I'll show you mine. I was just as curious as 
he was. It wasn't like he was making me do anything I 
didn't want to do. And the idea of showing a boy my 
pussy was terribly exciting, even if the boy was only 
Todd!"

"So we both dropped trou and got our first looks at 
what the other half looked like. I was ten and Todd was 
eleven. I was in awe. I had heard from my friends what 
guys looked like and it sounded ugly and stupid. I 
mean, all that stuff just hanging out there like that, 
yuck! But it wasn't ugly, it was fascinating."

"The first couple of times it happened, all we would do 
was look at each other. Then, at night I would lay in 
bed and imagine what he looked like and what it must 
feel like. But more than that, I thought about him 
seeing and touching me and I got so excited I couldn't 
sleep."

"Then, finally, we progressed to exploring each other's 
body. At first it was mutual, simultaneous exploration. 
We were just standing, facing each other and really 
couldn't see much. So we worked out a schedule. First I 
would lie down and he could explore my pussy for five 
minutes. I didn't have boobs yet. Then we would change 
places."

"I loved touching him as much as I loved being touched. 
That was how he had his first orgasm when he was 
twelve. Just from me touching his cock and balls for 
fifteen minutes. We both found that we loved being 
touched so we had increased the time of exploration 
from five minutes to fifteen."

"One day I was playing with him, not jerking him off or 
anything, just laying between his legs and moving my 
fingers over his cock and balls and suddenly he tensed 
up and started cumming all over his stomach and chest. 
At first I thought he was peeing! He was groaning and 
pumping his hips and really making a mess. That moment 
was a definite landmark! It took me a minute to realize 
what had happened, until I figured it out I was scared 
to death. I thought that I had broken it or something!"

"Over the next three years we progressed very slowly 
until about six months ago we started giving each other 
head. I had tasted his cum out of curiosity. I put my 
finger in a puddle of it and licked it off my finger. 
It isn't the best tasting treat in the world, but the 
idea of doing it is so fucking sexy! A couple of times 
I had made him cum and then licked some of it off of 
his stomach."

"By then he was making me cum too. At first just with 
his fingers, but he started using his tongue and it was 
fantastic. I was pissed that we had waited so long to 
do it. By that time I had started growing a pretty 
decent set of tits. Even when I was just twelve I had a 
pretty good handful. And I loved it when Todd looked at 
them, or touched them, or sucked them."

"You know he isn't much of a lover. But it is so 
exciting to be naked with a guy and be touched and 
kissed. Oh god, when I first came down the stairs and 
saw you with your pants down and your cock sticking out 
my mouth started watering. I had to work so hard to act 
like I had never seen one and didn't want to."

"That was as far as we got until Todd took my cherry a 
few hours ago."

While she had told her little tale my cock had gotten 
harder and harder and now it was nestled between her 
thighs and throbbing against her tight little pussy. 
Even after all of the orgasms I had today, I still 
wanted to play some more. Or at least my dick did. But 
I just pulled her close and enjoyed the heat of her 
crotch on my dick and went to sleep at long last. 

***

In the morning I went downstairs to find kitty already 
up. There was a pot of coffee already brewed. She had 
poured herself a cup, but she looked at me nervously, 
not sure if she should have done that without 
permission. I appreciated the coffee being ready, but I 
didn't want her getting comfortable and didn't even 
speak to her. I just sat down and she brought me a cup. 
I showed her how I liked it so that she could do that 
for me from now on. Although I hated her passionately, 
it was nice having an attractive naked woman waiting on 
you hand and foot.

Kitty looked nervous and I could tell she wanted to say 
something. But I was enjoying her discomfort so I 
didn't say anything. Finally she said, "Master, can 
kitty have permission to speak?"

I looked at her sternly for a moment, as though I was 
thinking about it and then I asked her what she wanted.

"Master, yesterday, while we were out, the gardener was 
here and did the yard work. Normally, if we are not 
here to pay him on Saturday, he comes around Sunday 
morning for his money."

I looked at her; I could see the dread written all over 
her face. She wanted desperately not to have to be seen 
naked by a man whom she had undoubtedly treated with 
disdain for however long he had done the yard work. The 
stupid cunt should have known better than to ask. Had 
she been smart, she would have said nothing and hoped 
to be out of the house, or at least too busy to open 
the door when the guy came. 

"What you are saying is, you don't want the poor, 
hardworking slob that you have treated so badly for all 
this time to see you naked?" I asked her, a false note 
of almost genuine concern in my voice.

"Yes Master. Your kitty begs you not to make her..." 
her voice kind of trailed off. She knew she had fucked 
up by the grin on my face. 

I told her that when the doorbell rang she would answer 
it. She would answer it as though she were fully 
dressed. She would throw the door open wide and invite 
the man into the living room while she pays him.

She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. She remembered 
her instructions to be more vocal and said, "Yes 
Master." The despair in her voice was giving me a hard-
on, but I didn't want to waist it on her.

Shortly after our conversation ended, the rest of the 
people in the house started drifting into the room. 
Everyone was dressed except for kitty. Well, Ed wore 
only panties, so he wasn't all that dressed I guess. 
They actually looked kind of cute on him!

Once we were all there I had kitty make us breakfast. 
It was still fun watching her work in the nude. I 
wondered how long before she got over her self 
consciousness.

After breakfast I warned everyone that the gardener 
would be coming by and that I wanted kitty to open the 
door when he arrived. We went into the living room and 
read the Sunday paper and I watched my Sunday morning 
news shows. Claire curled up on the sofa beside me with 
her head on my thigh. Somehow that made the news more 
exciting. 

Ed and kitty came in after they finished cleaning up 
the kitchen. I made them kneel just inside the door 
until someone ordered them to do something else. 

I finished the paper and while I toyed lightly with 
Claire's wonderful body I discussed the future with 
Phil. 

He said he was fifty-five years old. I was surprised, 
he looked older. He said that being a PI was getting to 
be a very nasty job. He was fed up with people and 
didn't want to play anymore. He thought, in light of 
his sudden monetary windfall, that he would probably 
just go ahead and retire. He didn't owe anyone 
anything. He didn't have that many wants and needs. He 
didn't see any reason why he couldn't live out his life 
in his new mother-in-law suite and be quite happy 
there. 

I was going to call my boss tomorrow and take a leave 
of absence, but I had not decided anything definite 
about my future. I was too young to retire. It would be 
nice to travel some before settling back down to the 
old grind. Take an Alaskan cruise; see Hawaii, 
Australia, and New Zealand. Take some Caribbean 
cruises. I could take Claire along when she wasn't in 
school. I was suddenly struck by the depth of my 
affection for that girl. I realized that I had no 
desire to visit those places and leave her behind. This 
could get dangerous!

Finally the doorbell rang just before noon. I saw kitty 
blanch and start at the sound. She didn't hesitate 
though. She got up and went to the door and threw it 
open wide. From my seat, I couldn't see her directly; I 
could only see the reflection in the mirror in the 
foyer. I could not see the gardener's face, but I could 
imagine. 

Kitty stood back as the gardener apologized but she 
said, "Oh that's quite alright Carl. Please, come in 
and let me get you your money." She said all the right 
words, but her voice quivered with the fear and 
humiliation she was feeling.

"Oh no ma'am," Carl said nervously, "I can come back 
when you...well, when you have more time." He was more 
nervous than kitty was!

"Nonsense," kitty said, she was obviously afraid of 
what would happen to her if she didn't get him into the 
living room. "I insist, come on in." 

I saw her take him by his wrist and pull him into the 
foyer and close the door quickly. The house is a long 
way from the sidewalk, but she wasn't taking any 
chances on the neighbors seeing anything.

Carl came to a sudden stop when he got to the door of 
the living room and saw us all looking up. He was a 
very large, middle aged black man. And he was very 
nervous about being so close to a naked woman in her 
living room in front of her husband and her kids. 

She finally pulled him into the room and then told him 
not to move. He looked everywhere but at kitty as he 
waited.

"Hi Carl," I said. "You seem uncomfortable. Please, 
relax. And by all means, enjoy the view. Don't you 
think that kitty is attractive?"

He grinned at me and said, "Yes, she is very good 
looking. She has a great body. Now, to the best of my 
knowledge, there hasn't been a black man lynched around 
here in more than a hundred years. I don't want to be 
the first. I just want my money."

I grinned at him. He spoke well, as though he had a lot 
more education that you might normally expect from 
someone doing yard work for others. I said again, 
"Please, relax. Really, we aren't planning to trick 
you. Nobody here is in the Klan. We are just trying to 
humiliate and humble kitty. How long have you been 
doing the gardening for these people?"

"Almost five years," Carl said, obviously getting 
curious now.

"And I am willing to bet that for that entire five 
years kitty has treated you like shit, right?"

"Yes sir," Carl said with a smile. "But I get to expect 
that around this neighborhood."

"First of all, please, call me Dave. I have just become 
the owner of kitty and her husband. I won't go into the 
details. It's a long story. As of yesterday she does 
everything I say. I fully intend to teach her a little 
humility. I am sure you agree it is a lesson she badly 
needs to learn."

"Yes sir, um, yes Dave, she has definitely been one of 
the most condescending and obnoxious young ladies I 
have ever had to deal with. But I have a family to feed 
so I put up with it."

Kitty was standing beside Carl now with the cash in her 
hand waiting for whatever came next. She didn't know 
how far it was going to go, but she knew she wouldn't 
like it.

For now, though, Carl and I ignored her. 

"Well," I said, "I don't want to jeopardize your 
marriage, assuming that you are married, but how would 
you like to help me take kitty down a peg or two?"

Carl looked at kitty and the look of absolute terror on 
her face did his heart good. "Yes, I do believe I would 
enjoy helping you to teach her to be a better person."

"Yesterday, everyone in this room, and a lot of other 
people too, had sex with her. It was a very humbling 
experience for her. But she has a long way to go. I was 
thinking that it would be really good for her if you 
were to allow her to suck your cock for a while and 
then, if you want to of course, fuck the shit out of 
her. What do you think?"

"Right here in front of everyone?" he asked.

"We would all love to see it. I find the idea of you 
doing it in front of her husband and her two kids 
especially erotic. However, if you feel we would 
inhibit you so much that you could not enjoy her 
charms, then I am sure we can provide you with some 
privacy."

While he was thinking about it he reached out and took 
the money from her and put it in his pocket. Then he 
reached up and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed 
it. Her nipples were still red and sore, of course, and 
she winced and squealed in pain. We all watched as the 
white flesh of her tit squeezed out between his large 
black fingers. "You have been a horrible bitch over the 
years, haven't you? You have always talked down to me. 
You took great pleasure in nitpicking every little 
thing I did. And you had a terrible habit of bad-
mouthing me to your neighbors. Yes, they told me some 
of the things you said about how lazy and worthless I 
am."

"Oh god," kitty said, almost in a whisper. "Please 
forgive kitty sir. Kitty is so sorry for being so 
condescending and for saying those things to the 
neighbors. Kitty knows she was wrong."

Carl grinned at me and then pulled kitty into his arms 
and kissed her roughly while one of his hands toyed 
with her new nipple rings. I was disappointed that she 
didn't struggle. I guess she knew it was going to 
happen and that it wouldn't do her any good to resist 
him. But the idea that the most recent member of one of 
this city's most prestigious law firms was being forced 
to submit to this large black man in front of her 
family really turned me on.

We all watched as his hands moved over her body and his 
tongue probed her mouth. After a few minutes he let her 
go and took off his shirt. Kitty stood waiting 
fearfully as he kicked his shoes off and dropped his 
pants and his shorts. She was the only one in the room 
that didn't look immediately to see how well hung he 
was. 

And he was pretty well hung! He h