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 July 12, 2003 - 11:30:44 PM Chapter 81 All of us went out to the pool deck
with a pot of tea and one of coffee, after breakfast.  I realized that I
would have to cut the grass either today, or tommorrow.  Paul offered to
help and later, we got the job done quickly, and out of the way.

   It was now about 1 PM when dad called from Marie's house.  He apparently
sounded happy and well fucked as he talked with mom.

   He called to tell her that he and his brother were asked to go golfing
to make up a foursome, and would be home after that, later this evening.

   He said that Phil and Bobby had left for work earlier, and the girls
were just trying to rest from all the workouts they got last night.

   He apparently asked mom how her workout was?

   "It was wonderful honey.  We both had poor Paul up most of the night."

   "Kenny is looking a little pekid also." as she smiled at me.  "He looks
like the girls gave him a good going over too."

   Love and kisses and mom hung up.  The sun was already hot, and it was
only early afternoon!  Mom rose and took off her duster and dove in the
pool.  It wasn't long before most of us followed her in.

   Julie seemed to have a nice satisfied expression as she remained on the
deck in a lounger.  Paul had come over to her and kissed her before jumping
in to join us.

   Eventually, he and I were sitting on the side of the pool as mom swam
between my legs.

   She looked up and smiled as she reached to caress my cock for a moment
and then swam away.

   "Nothing like being teased by your own mom, Paul."

   Finally, they talked Julie into joining them in the pool and the girls
all swam around for a while.

   Karen and Pam got out and started to fix each other's hair, while mom
and Julie talked with smiles in the middle of the pool.

   Before Paul and me knew what hit us, mom was back between my legs and
Julie between Paul's as they giggled and started to suck the both of us.

   Julie had Paul hard just as mom was able to make me hard, quickly.

   They both moaned seeming for our benefit as they sucked us and made us
both moan with their lips and mouths forcing us to both jerk and writhe as
they sucked us.

   Paul came first.  it seemed like he was shooting a gallon into and
around Julie's mouth and chin.

   Her hand stroking him as she smiled, feeling his cum spash on her face,
mouth and chest.

   Mom was seriously busy now making me close to shooting.  Her lips and
mouth were wonderful.

   Feeling her tongue rolling and teasing as she sucked me, finally made me
spurt deep in her mouth as I felt her lips all the way down to my groin.

   Just her soft fingers caressing my balls as she sucked me hard for all
my cum.  What a feeling!  My whole cock buried inside her throat as I was
cumming.

   Humping as she looked into my eyes at her shooting and convulsing son in
her mouth.

   Now, her hand and fingers doing what she loved to do for her son and
husband.  Milk us of our cum.

   Seeing her excited eyes as she looked into mine while I filled her mouth
with my most personal fluid.

   Her own son's cock in her mouth in front of anyone caring to see.  She
kept my cock in her mouth long after I had finished shooting.  Her lips and
tongue inside caressing and loving it.

   Her hands were caressing my thighs as her mouth and tongue pleasured my
softening cock.  She was still sucking hard.  seeming to love every second
of it.

   After long minutes, she finally let go and smiled up to me.

   "I love you honey."

   Doing a backstroke as she smiled away from me.

   Both Paul and me needing a beer now, to recover from the assault on our
cocks.

   We all fooled around in and out of the pool and mom took Julie in the
house to show her around and think of what dinner would be.

   It was about 3 PM now, when the phone on the deck table rang.  It was a
very excited Cindi screaming for me to get over to Marie's right away!

   Some guy she never saw before was in the house and had Marie and Donna
upstairs and was screaming and beating them!

   She had been in the garage when the guy came.

   She tried to sneak up to Donna's and my bedroom to listen, but she was
too afraid she would be caught or trapped by this guy!  She ran back out of
the house and into the garage to call me.

   "DON'T GO IN THAT HOUSE, CINDI!  STAY THE FUCK OUT!  STAY OR RUN DOWN
THE STREET SOMEWHERE!  PAUL AND ME WILL BE RIGHT THERE!"

   Now, I was instantly upset.  I ran in the house and told Paul who was
helping to cut veggies with Pam.

   "PAUL, WE HAVE TO GO."

   "You'll never guess who's at your house and has your mother and Donna
trapped in the bedroom?"

   "OH FUCKING SHIT, KENNY."

   Both of us realized we needed to put pants on in a hurry.  We both raced
up the stairs and quicker than shit slipped on jeans and a shirts as we
raced back down the stairs.  Almost tripping.

   We were in his car and speeding like maniacs over the 6 rural blocks to
Marie's.

   Sure enough!  Paul spotted his father's new car parked about a quarter
mile down the road from their house.

   We parked right on the front lawn and raced toward the back door.  I
froze there.

   "WAIT PAUL."

   "We might need a hammer or something."

   He looked at me for a split second and ran into the garage.  In seconds,
he had two crowbars in his hands and held one out to me.

   We could hear muffled moans and spotted Cindi shaking and rising from
behind a parlor armchair.

   I motioned for her to get out of the house and we both went up the
stairs quickly.

   Now, Paul and me were on both sides of the master bedroom and heard the
muffled cries of Donna and Marie.  We could her his father screaming at
them, but couldn't make out what he was screaming about.

   I knew that it was chancy.  If we tried to crash into the door and fail,
he would be warned and might have a gun.  The doors in this house were
thick and strong.  We were about to try anyway.

   "Wait, Paul.  Better idea." I whispered.

   I remembered the adjoining door from the other bedroom where Marie
slept. It also was cut to go into the master bathroom.

   He followed me into Marie's room and sure enough, we were lucky to find
it still unlocked.  The fuck bastard didn't use his brains.

   Now, we could hear him screaming that he was going to really get even
for them fucking up his life, and income!

   "They were going to deserve all the pain for not obeying him."

   I shakily tried the door knob into our bedroom.  The door opened a
slight crack.  I looked at Paul, he looked at me.  Still not having any
idea if the bastard had a fucking gun.

   I was judging by the sound of his voice where he was standing as he
screamed at them.  Picturing the entire room in my head.

   Still hearing Donna and Marie's muffled crying.

   It seemed like he was standing almost in front of the bathroom door we
were at.  More than likely facing them on the bed.  He was at close to this
door.

   I stepped back and grabbed Paul.

   He was red with rage.  His fist was gripped around the crowbar tight as
mine was.

   "Paul, he's standing right in front of that fucking door."

   " If we open it a crack, and then both smash into it, it should knock
him on his ass and he won't know what hit him.  Then we can hit the fuck
with these!"

   "OK Kenny, let's do it."

   He had the look of a killer in his face.

   Now, both of us put our ear to the door again to double check my
thinking.

   Paul shaking his head in agreement that he was in fact, standing almost
in front of the door we were standing behind.

   I reached and turned the handle and then we both quickly crashed hard
into it at the same time.  The door went flying open and sure enough, it
hit the bastard.  Both Paul and me quickly getting up and seeing his father
with what looked like some kind of whip in his hand, we both jumped him.

   I smashed the crowbar on his shoulder as Paul smashed his to the side of
his head.  He would have hit him straight on, but his father was turning
his head at the same second, and was grazed real good though.

   His bastard surprised father was screaming.

   In seconds, Paul and me dragged him to his feet and smashed him in the
mouth.  It knocked him back against the dreser and Paul kicked him in the
balls harder than any kick I had ever seen.

   He doubled over screaming.  There was blood coming through his shirt
where I had hit him with the crowbar on the shoulder, and the side of his
head where Paul hit him.

   He tried to stand again, but fell on the floor and seemed to collapse.

   Then we saw Donna and Marie.  Both of them were at opposite ends of the
bed and both spread eagled.  Their hands and feet tied to bedposts, and
jambed tightly to each other's pussy and asses in the center.  There were
huge red marks on their tits, and a large bruise on Donna's face.

   Marie also had a large bruise on her face.  They had terror in their
eyes.

   We quickly pulled the tape off their faces and then worked longer to
undo the ropes that tied their spread legs.  The bastard had wound rope
around their upper thighs to force their pussies together.

   Both of them so terrified and crying.  Both of them jumping off the bed
and screaming as they went to us and grabbed us with total terror in their
eyes.

   I noticed another large bruise on Marie's other tit now, and one on her
side.  He must have punched them, I thought.

   All we could do for the moment was hold them and try to calm them down.
By now, Cindi had come up and was crying her eyes out in her own terror.

   The bastard started to moan and move on the floor in front of us.

   "He started to punch us Paully, The bastard hit mom first then me real
hard.  Donna was shaking and crying violently.  Absent mindedly clawing my
arm as she shook and spoke, looking down at him on the floor.

   I sat on the side of the bed with Marie at my side, holding her close.

   We were all looking at the bastard on the floor as I got up and
deliberately gave him one hard kick in the chest.

   Marie was shaking like a leaf as well as Donna and Cindi.  Paul was
still holding Donna close to him, trying to comfort her.  I pulled Cindi
down next to me and put my arms around her and Marie.

   "Well, we got that fuck early, Paul"

   "No telling what he had planned for them if we hadn't gotten here or if
Cindi hadn't stayed."

   "Oh Kenny, I almost left with dad and Uncle Dan to have them drop me off
home.  Then I decided to stay here for a while longer.  I was out in the
pool and then went in the garage for a pop."

   "That's when I saw this strange guy running into the house from the
driveway."

   "He had a really scary face.  Like he was going to kill somebody."

   "He didn't see me in the garage."

   "I was so scared, Kenny.  It took me three times to dial the phone
right."

   "I shoulda called the cops."

   "I just wasn't thinking right."

   "You did fine honey.  Fine." as I pulled her tighter to me.  I stood now
as the bastard seemed to be coming to once more.  I reached for the pieces
of rope he used on Donna and Marie and quickly wrapped his hands together
behind his back, and then around his ankles.

   There was no way he was going anywhere anytime soon!  Finally, Donna and
Marie seemed to be just a little calmer.

   Donna came to my side and asked what we should do with the bastard?

   The side of his head was swelling almost as we watched.

   I knew he was going to be one hurting bastard when he finally came to.
Especially his balls from Paul kicking him so hard.

   "Let's get him the fuck out of HERE, Paul.  I don't want any traces of
this fuck bastard in this bedroom any more."

   "Let's carry the fuck down to the garage, until we figure things out."

   "OK, Kenny, OK."

   He let go of Cindi and we both reached down and picked the heavy fuck up
and carried him down the stairs.

   Once we got him in the back of the garage, I found another heavy rope
and tied it through the one around his wrists, then to an overhead rafter.
Then anchored it to a bracket on the sidewall.

   He wasn't going to be able to move more than a couple of feet in any
direction, tied like this.  Especially with his ankles tied, and his balls
aching.

   Paul rememebered the fuck's car still down the road.  Check him for keys
Paul.  He should have them in his pocket.  Paul pulled out a large wad of
money, and threw it on a workbench.  "That'll be for Donna and mom." He
spat.

   He did find a set of keys and his wallet.

   The bastard father was now moaning as Paul roughly searched him.  He was
coming to and moaning.

   Once we stood outside in the sunlight, Paul went through the wallet.

   "Holy shit Kenny.  Look at this!"

   He pulled out a wad of bills and spread them wide.  A quick count. 
There was $750.  in cash and a couple of checks for over $3000 each from
some company he contracted with.  Other ID papers and personal things.

   Now, he threw me his keys and needed me to drive him in his car down to
his father's.

   His father's car was brand new.  He got it after he was forced out of
the house by the court.

   Paul jumped out and got his father's car running and followed me back
into the drive.

   By this time, the girls had all come down into the kitchen and were
taking pain pills as Cindi tried to hold ice on their bruises.

   They were all still shaking and crying at the shock of his crashing in
on them while Donna and Marie had been sleeping in our bed.  Trying to rest
from last night.

   Paul and me decided to take a look around in his father's car.  The
glove compartment had envelopes with reciepts and some with pictures.  We
just pulled everything out and threw it all in a box we got from th4
garage. Then we did the same with the trunk.  Many more boxes about the
size used for shoes.

   A quick look in the back seat, were many more shoe box sized boxes on
the floor and seat.

   There were more larger envelopes stuffed with cash.

   We stacked all of those separate and took the whole works in the
kitchen.

   We could now hear moans becoming louder from the garage.

   Paul went to the auto door closer and pushed it without saying anything
and came back to the table.

   I passed out envelopes to all the girls and had them help go through
some of this shit.

   "Holy shit, Paul, Holy shit Kenny!"

   Holy shit mom, around the table as we dumped out envelopes stuffed with
cash.

   By the time they had counted it all, there was well over $100,000, not
counting the checks Paul had, and the $750 still on the workbench in the
garage.

   There were still many more envelopes and boxes to look into.

   "Holy fuck, Paul exclaimed.  Almost $100,000 and we still have all those
other boxes we took out of the trunk to open and look at."

   Paul and me quickly ran outside and loaded our arms with more of the
shoeboxes.  There were at least forty of them we had taken out, and still
more in the trunk with other shit.

   Cindi came out and helped us carry some of them into the kitchen.

   Now we could hear the bastard moaning and crying for us to turn him
loose to let him go, and then silence for long periods.

   Marie had taken the cash we counted so far, and put it on the counter.
Big stacks of cash.

   "That fuck bastard cried broke in court." she hissed.  She was holding a
bag of ice on her face.

   Her face was blotched on the left side with a large black mark where he
punched her.  It was swollen slightly already.  Donna's right tit had a
black mark also.

   Now, we started untying the strings on some of the boxes.

   'SON OF A BITCH!"

   "THAT FUCK BASTARD SON OF A BITCH!" Marie exclaimed.

   She was holding a pile of pictures.  Now the rest of us had lids off
some of our piles of boxes.  They were jambed with pictures, money, and VCR
tapes.

   Pictures of Donna, Marie and many other people fucking them and them
sucking different men and women.

   They seemed to be in sequences, and many of the boxes Also had VCR tapes
in the bottoms under the piles of pictures.

   Donna screamed real loud as she discovered and realized what they were.

   "THEY'RE US MOM.  THEY'RE US AND THE SCUMMY PEOPLE HE MADE YOU AND ME
FUCK."

   Donna dropped the pile of pictures as if they were red hot coal and ran
to hug Marie.  Both of them once again trembling and screaming.  Paul and
me both trying to reach around them to comfort them.

   Most of the boxes seemed to be the same.  Many were copies and seemed to
be ready for sale.

   There were several with even more cash and checks.  We figured it was
all from selling this pile of scum from his tortures and terrors of Donna
and Marie.

   Altogether, after we all had a stiff drink, and calmed down, we counted
almost $200,000 in cash and checks, and roughly 20,000 copies of pictures.
There were still many more boxes in the back seat and floor yet to look at.

   Marie and Donna were side by side as they finally had the courage to
look at some of the sets of pictures he was selling of them.  Pictures of
all the fuck parties they were forced to serve at and be slaves and
tortured, fucked and beaten.

   Now, after a while and a couple more stiff drinks, they could
objectively look at some of them and talk about things that were happening
as each picture was being taken.

   Many showing Marie being forced to suck Donna's or some other woman's
pussy while some swarthy scum with his cock in her ass.

   Several more were the opposite showing Donna being fucked while she was
forced to suck her mother or another guy's cock.

   Or with several cocks each, in their mouths, asses and pussies.  Every
single conceivable combination was pictured in these thousands of pictures.

   Donna and Marie rememebering sequences of being beaten just before some
pics were taken, or right afterward because they didn't smile enough with a
cock in them.

   I realized that Marie and Donna were deliberately drinking heavier and
faster now.  Seeming to want to get drunk now.

   I said nothing as I remembered to check on the bastard.

   It dawned on us now, that Marie and Donna were still standing there
drinking and looking at various pictures and were still naked!  They had
never had the chance to get dressed before the bastard came in and attacked
them.

   They didn't care.  They were now forced to relive their nightmares.

   The bastard was still moaning in the garage when I went out to check.  I
grabbed his hair and pulled up his head.

   "You just bought yourself a whole package of your own fucking torture
you rotten scum fuck!"

   His eyes were dazed and almost rolling around in his half conscious
state.  We had really whacked him good, I thought.  The ropes were still
secure enough.

   All he could do is moan as I walked back into the house.

   They were still looking at pictures as I came up behind Donna and put my
arms around her.  I was afraid to touch her tit or make a sexual move
toward her right now as she looked at the evidence of what had happened to
them.

   Things they had only grazed upon when they initially tried to tell me
about what he had done to them over such a long time.  Things were were
crying about as I remembered both of them sitting on my bed that very first
night Donna and her were at my house.

   Remembering how fearful and sad they both were at telling me their
horrible nightmare story.

   I remembered well.  Now these pictures were showing that different time.

   A time before I knew her.  A time before my life would change
afterwards. A time before theirs would also change.

   I neared Cindi and whispered to her.  "Call mom and Karen, see if they
can reach dad on his cell and to get over here.  Ask if Pam and Julie
wanted to come over?"

   Cindi went to the parlor phone and called.  They needed to know why Paul
and me had left with such a fury from the house anyway.

   They needed to know and see what a for real scum fuck looked like!

   They needed to know and see what tortures, the two wonderful women in my
life had been forced to live with.

   THEN, we would be judge, jury, and maybe even executioners.

   Now, I made myself a very strong drink to match that of my lovers Donna
and Marie.

   Now, I too, waited for the rest of the jury to gather.

   "Wow, Kenny!"

   I didn't give a fuck if I killed him.

  
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   To Be Continued...

  
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   Once again, I ask for all those following, to let me know what you think
so far.  Does it rate a half or full hard on, or for the girls, one hard or
two hard nipples?

   Thanks, and I hope you enjoy.

   There was one couple that wrote a nice letter of praise, and it seems
they take turns reading it to one another while the other...  uh Oh!

   I, in my kind heart, offered to read to BOTH of them.  IF they let me
watch!  Anyway, write and let me know what you thinkof the story.

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