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                                 Did You Ever Hate Someone?
By vulgus

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To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

Did you ever hate someone? You hear people use the word every
day. I hate spinach, I hate shopping, and I hate the president.
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. I couldn't prove it. 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. I never questioned her. 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.

I just went through the motions for a long time after she died
from an overdose of sleeping pills. 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. I couldn't stand not knowing
who did this to her either. 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. Some that I met were so sleazy I didn't really want
to shake their hands.

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. Like the
police and the DA however, 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 for the most part I never heard from
him. Not 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."

"One of the good things 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. 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. 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. It
worked. 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. 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. She knew that
she was outclassed though, so she was always trying to get Mel in
trouble. She 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.
It's not fair to paint everyone of any profession with such a
broad brush. I'm not saying there is any truth to that
stereotype, only that Ed fits the mold. He is a wimpy bully too.
Anyone can face him down, but don't turn your back on him.

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

"I have the beginnings 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. 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. 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 their
bank accounts and selling the movies we make of them, I will be
well compensated. 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. 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, more than 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. They
laughed and joked the entire time they were doing them. I
couldn't think of enough sick things to do to them. 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. 

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. 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. 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. 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. 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! 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. You couldn't tell
it by her figure though. 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. 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. For some
reason though, 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."

"Your lives will not go on as usual now. You are going to have
other jobs." 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. 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. 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! 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. She didn't stop what she
was doing though, she continued licking my cock. I guess she
didn't want to get hit again.

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. 

He recognized me though, which is why he hesitated. I had met him
at several of the family get-togethers that the law firm was
always throwing together. Besides, 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." Just
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 while their mother was 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. She 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.
Before I do, 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. 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. 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. 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 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. I understand
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, "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 it, 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. 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. It got her attention though,
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.
That's just a guess of course.

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 in fascination 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. Just
imagine 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, "I would like to fuck you, too. 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 I 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 and exclaimed, "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. Still, 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. 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. If he wanted to fuck his mom, or
even his dad, like a bunny rabbit in heat that was just fine with
me. If, on the other hand, 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. 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. I was sure that watching the kids together
would have some effect. 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. 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 slowly, very gently. She trembled at first
and her breath caught a few times. Before long though, 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. Her pussy was a mess though. 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 savings 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. 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 whatever was going to happen, happen. 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 now and again by strippers in those
few years between 'old enough' and 'married'. 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. I was, however, gratified to see
that 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. 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 when she said that 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. It turned out that 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.
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. She does, however, have style. I picked out several
outfits for both Cunt and Claire. 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. 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. Before the construction 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. 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. 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. 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. Believe me though, 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.
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. The look on his face was
scary. He really wanted to kill both of them. 

Once I had gotten him calmed down 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. 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. I know 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. 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. 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  of an inch in diameter and
thicker than most. They were not in the least discreet, 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. 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. 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 had apparently
decided that 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 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. There was 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. As we entered I looked around, 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.
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." 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. 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. I also 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. That was more than he expected. 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.
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.
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. "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. Thank you for worrying about me though."

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. We want to start hearing more verbal
responses too. 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. That had not been 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.
I reminded myself that 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. She would not be able to
wear most of her clothes 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. I didn't want to be nice to her,
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. 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. Still, I was
the responsible adult. 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." So 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. 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. Besides, 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! 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 lying 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. 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. I loved it when Todd
looked at them, or touched them, or sucked them."

"You saw him. You know he isn't much of a lover. It didn't matter
though. 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 asked, "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 hardon, 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. I would love to 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. 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.

"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. 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. The idea that the most recently named partner in
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. 

He was pretty well hung! He had a good eight inches, at least, of
thick black cock. He pushed her to her knees and she started
licking his cock and his balls. I offered only one caution. 

"You can do anything you want to the bitch, but don't mark her
up, and you can't fuck her ass, this time. She is going to be
making some porn movies and they don't want her marked up and I
promised them her cherry ass."

He let her lick and suck him for a long time before he turned
around and bent over and ordered her to eat his ass out. She
obeyed instantly, stopping only a couple of times to gag. 

While kitty was eating his ass he gla