ASYLUM OF LUST

BY PRICK LOVER

Part 6

Marsha's mother watched her daughter viewing two women on a bed.
The women were sixty-nining, and the child, shackled by a chain
attached to her leather collar and at the other end a stainless
ring in the wall, waited to be included in their lovemaking.
Marsha's mother could see the blank, almost dead look on Marsha's
face, weeks of shock therapy taking hold of her. She no longer
resisted when a girl or woman raped her, or forced her head
between their legs and made her lick and suck their cunts. The
staff had told her parents that in another few months Marsha
would be taking part in lesbian sex all on her own initiative.
For now, though, she stared at the women, her tongue hanging out
of her mouth, and a making drool run down her chin. But between
her legs, she was also getting warm, her cunt beginning to drip
in anticipation of the rape her body expected, and her blasted
mind had long failed to protest. All this Marsha's mother too in
at a glance and smiled as she played with her own nipples.

Soon, Marsha lay on the bed, her overflowing twat stroked and
licked by the first woman, with long dark hair, a thin face with
high cheek bones, and bulbous breasts that cried out to be nursed
on. The other woman--a young woman in her late teens--looked much
like the first, older woman, and the thought crossed Marsha's
mother's mind that they might be mother and daughter as well.
They were certainly pedophiles, she thougtht, as they played with
her child's sex organs. The young woman presented Marsha's
dripping mouth with a hard nipple and she began to suckle slowly
as the other woman sucked and slobbered over her twat.

Marsha's mother turned to the nurse beside her, holding the chain
that was attached to a pair of leather handcuffs around the
wrist's of a boy no more than five years old. "I'm ready," she
said. The nurse placed the boy in Marsha's mother's lap, a hand
went to his shrivelled penis, as he took the nipple of her right
breast between his lips. She played with his tiny dick, feeling
the sensations of desire well from her nipple and travel quickly
to her cunt. She watched Marsha intently on the screen as the boy
licked her nipple and his little dick grew between her fingers.

On the screen, the older woman sat up and sat twat to twat with
Marsha, then began to rub, slowly at first but as she caught the
rhythm, and Marsha began to respond with her own hips moving back
and forth, jerking up and down, more intensely, faster, until she
was groaning, squealing, yelling how good it felt to rape this
child slut. "Ohhhhhh, Clare," the mother yelped, "you've got to
try this with the little slut."

"I wouldn't have believed Wendy," the girl said, sighing as her
nipple felt the tip of Marsha's tongue flick quickly over it, "if
she hadn't arranged this."

"When she told us Marsha was here," her mother said, "I went home
and rubbed myself off at least ten times. I've been wanting to do
this with her since she was six."

"Now you are," Wendy smiled when she heard that. She'd always
known that Louise had a thing for young girls. She'd seduced
Clare when the girl was no more than seven, on her suggestion,
after relating how she and Patsy loved bedding six year old
Marsha. Wendy felt the boy's tongue tickle her teat, which made
her cream and send sparks down to her pussy. The boy's little
pecker was now hard, if not very long, and she pulled hard on it,
making him groan as he nursed.

His suckling began to have an effect in Wendy's twat and she
squirmed, then bucked her hips, yelling gleefully as she had her
first come. She rubbed the boy's cock and he sighed, then
shuddered. She had given him an orgasm, even though, at his age,
he was still under-developed enough sexually that he did not
shoot semen from his organ. He drooped in her lapped, but she
encouraged him to keep suckling at her teat as she watched the
pornographic lesbian rape of her own daughter. And, she came as
she realized what had just passed through her mind, smiling. She
would soon join them for a foursome.

Janice's twat, slick, wet, dripping on to Marsha's lips and on
her tongue, was afire with passionate waves being sent all
through Janice's body as Marsha licked her. Wendy, Marsha's
mother, rode her daughter, cunt lip to cunt lip, driving both mad
with pleasure, as Janice began to lick and suck on Wendy's
nipples, hard and sensitive. She stretched a hand and cupped
Janice's clitoris with the edge of her palm and rubbed the girl
until she elicited exquisite moans and squeals of pleasure,
working in tandem with Marsha's tongue. Marsha squeaked loudly as
her hips buck up against her mother's twat, creaming with another
orgasm.

Marsha had been under the lesbian watch for six weeks now, and
she was slowly loosening her grip on her body whenever a girl or
woman came to whore with her. Wendy was surprised at how easily
Marsha relaxed when Janice started playing between her legs,
kissing her, driving dildoes and vibrators up and into her tiny
slit. They even allowed Janice to take Marsha for walks on the
floor, so long as she was on a leash and her hands and feet were
bound so that she was forced to duck walk. Slowly, from the daily
shock therapy Marsha was receiving, she was becoming more
tractable and easier for nurses and other staff to work with, her
mind benumbed and slowly being burned out.

Janice came again, and Marsha licked as Janice pressed her twat
down on her mouth to make her taste the orgasmic dribbles of
fluid. Wendy pressed on her clit all the harder and she went off
again, then a final time before Janice had to stop and role off
Marsha for a rest. She breathed hard, shallowly.

"Oh that was gooood," Janice sighed, "Mmmmmmm." She slicked her
tongue along her lips.

"Yes, it was excellent," Wendy agreed, "the little bitch is
coming along very nicely."

Janice turned to face Marsha. "Did you enjoy two girls on you at
the same time?" she asked, kissing Marsha's cheeks, watching a
smile slowly cross her otherwise vacant face and eyes. "I wonder
what's it's like not having all your wits?" she asked half to
herself.

"Well, in Marsha's case," Wendy said, "it is certainly better.
Otherwise we'd have to beat her into submission. Lock her up
until she did what we wanted."

"That's what they did with Mom," Janice told her. "She still has
to go for refreshers in solitary confinement every six months.
That's what's happening with her now." Janice ran a hand through
Marsha's hair, then kissed her forehead. "Dad let me take a
switch to her one day in her cell when she was shackled from the
ceiling. It was fun. He told me I'll make a great dominatrix one
day."

"Let's hope it's sooner than later," Wendy smiled. "We have
Marsha raped by the butch girls on the floor."

"Oh wow!" Janice exclaimed, "I'd love to be raped by them. Is it
painful? Do they smack her around if she isn't listening to them
and doing what they say."

"It's all on tape," Wendy said. "My girlfriend, Patricia, is very
butch. When we had Marsha at home, Patricia got her so scared she
would piss herself whenever she was with her. Whenever Patricia
picked her up from school, Marsha would actually shit herself
when she saw her. She knew what was coming."

"Did she ever do it in front of her friends at school?" Janice
asked.

"All the time. So we realized how much fun we could have with
her. We stopped letting her use the toilet, and made her piss and
shit in her panties."

"Wow!!" Janice was totally dumbfounded and impressed.

"She practically incontinent now–she has virtually no control of
her bowels or bladder."

"The nurses on the our floor won't let us pee or shit without
permission. Sometimes, we have to do while we have sex with a
client. Or they punish us by diapering us and then making us shit
in them. Then we're cuffed to our beds until "'we learn our
lesson'"

"That's what we do to Marsha at home, only we don't use diapers,
we just let her shit the bed and sleep in it until we can't stand
the smell anymore."

"Well, I think it's time you returned to your own floor for now,
Janice," Wendy said. "It was nice making out with you."

"Yeah, I liked it to," Janice got up and approached the door of
the ward, "Maybe we can do it with Marsha again sometime."

"Yes, I'd like that," Wendy answered, her pussy salivating at the
thought of raping that eleven year old piece of flesh all by
herself.

Alicia sprawled languidly on the sofa watching the video screen.
Right now, she was engrossed in watching a woman butt fuck a
little girl no more than eight years old with a dildo. At the
foot of the sofa, licking her feet and sucking her toes on staff
orders, was Thomas, the boy who had come to the sanatorium on the
same day as Janice. Alicia heard the sounds of sex on the video
as she lay back and closed her eyes while Thomas used his mouth
on her feet.

On the screen, the little girl screamed as she orgasmed and the
woman began to lick her face and kept working the dildo in and
out of the little girl's pussy, now sopping with juices that
dripped over her thighs, were smeared on the woman's stomach as
well as the little girl's belly. The woman dipped two fingers in
the girl's juice cavern of lust and drawing it out again, smeared
it against the little one's nose and mouth.

Having her toes and feet licked, and watching the sex play on the
screen made it harder for Alicia to resist the building orgasm
that threatened to break any time now. Then her toe was rammed
down Thomas's throat, and Alicia's hips were jerked off the sofa
as she exploded in blissful orgasms, which kept up and up and
rattled her body until she could take no more and collapsed
exhausted, breading hard, shivering, loving every moment.

"Gawd, Thomas, that was magnificent," she told him. "Come to
mommy and give us kissy-kissy. After you put my socks and
slippers on." When he was done with what Alicia wanted, Thomas
came forward, ignoring her pussy, making for her mouth. "Not that
kind of kiss you turd, on my arse hole!"

He did as he was commanded, after Alicia lifted and spread her
legs. He licked greedily and she melted into it. "Na-na ..." she
sighed, driving her hips into his face. She came again, his face
pressed into her cunt and she felt his tongue go deep and she
closed her pussy muscles against letting it go. Then, relaxing
again, she told him, "Now fuck me. Let's see how hard your pecker
is. Do you to fuck?"

"Yes," Thomas answered breathlessly, his face smeared with her
juices, and his nose dripping with her cum.

Alicia parted her hips. "Make it last."

Thomas began slowly, and Alicia pressed her hips in a slow rhythm
to meet his thrusts. She groaned, grinning as she felt the head
of his prick against the walls of her pussy. She pressed in on
it, making him groan loudly. She gripped his tiny sack of balls
and squeezed, "Ow!!!" he yelled, but kept up his thrusting and
let her hand and it's fingers play under his cock, stroking along
its underside as he pulled out, driving him mad. For a few
minutes they went on like this; Alicia went wild again as her
pussy exploded in multiple orgasms, Thomas plowed away at her,
but tried to stop and slow himself on occasion to obey her orders
about making it last. But finally, he could only wish for it to
go on as his cream sprayed her cunny, slickening it even more
than it already was, shoot again, and driving his cream down her
pussy hole. Alicia jerked her hips against his groin and then lay
still. For a long moment, they recovering, then Alicia pulled at
Thomas's prick, now shrunken and covered in pussy and prick
slime. He turned about and put his face, once again to her cunny
and began to clean it out with his tongue. She licked leisurely
on his soften organ until it was washed and the drippings she
licked off her lips.

"You can go now," Alicia told Thomas, "after you kiss my feet and
lick the soles." She always loved this, it always humiliated the
children she was given to dominate. If they didn't do as they
were told, the nursing staff would punish them, so it was better,
no matter how humiliated it made them feel, to follow orders.
Thomas kissed Alicia's slippered feet, then, hesitating for just
an instant, liked the soles of the slippers while Alicia smiled
wickedly. When he was finished he crawled from the room. Alicia
loved sex like this.

Janice squealed as her father's cock pumped into her arse hole.
She sucked and licked at her mother's cunt, overflowing with
drippings from two or three separate orgasms in the last twenty
minutes. Her mother kissed her daughter's own twat, the juice
flowing down Janice's legs from the child's own release of
orgasmic power while standing over her mother's face. He pumped
his cum up into her, shooting hard and ticklish streams that
Janice felt down to her toes.

"Ohhhhh, Daaaddeeeee ..." she howled, satisfied by him, her shit
hole squeezing him as dry as she was able to. "Oh, wooow!!!" The
family stayed in those positions for a little while as the
orgasmic highs passed and they came down to reality. Janice felt
her father's pecker shrink and slip out of her naked tight
sphincter, and her mother stopped eating her, giving only a few
more exhausted licksthat were more ticklish than lust building.

Janice climbed over her mother and snuggled against her, kissing
her, french kissing her, then pressing her lips against a nipple
and quietly suckling. Her father pulled himself up alongside
mother and daughter and patted Janice's tiny bottom, then slipped
his hand under her thigh and found her clitty nubbin, rubbing
gently, softly relaxing her. He pulled up and took her ear
between his lips, then felt her pussy lips and walls close on a
finger he had inserted, trapping it there.

What he did was very gentle, leisurely, and every so often he
would press his thumb against her clitty, or slip his finger in
and out of her creamy cunt. It was relaxing, just as Janice
licked and suckled on her mother's teats. Janice heard her moan
comfortably, stretching occasionally, slipping a leg over and
against Janice's.

"How are getting along, sweetie?" her mother asked Janice. "Are
you enjoying what they do for you?"

"Most things, I guess," Janice replied, "I'm really friendly with
one girl, Alicia," she told them. "I'm her sex slave."

"Her sex slave?"

"Yeah," Janice became animated as she explained, "I wanted to be,
so we went to the head nurse on our floor, and as long she gave
her permission, I could it."

"And what do you do?" asked her father, knowing full well what
was expected of Janice in that role.

"I wear a collar and leash, and sometimes I'm hand cuffed to the
bed or just hand to hand or feet to feet, and then Alicia does
what she wants. She loves getting me to eat her shit, brown nose
her arse hole."

"Do you like it?" her mother asked, "Are you getting used to
being a slave?"

"Well, it's not so different from spreading my legs for John's,"
she told them, "it's a lot more fun."

"Well, you have to pay for your committal here, you know," her
father made it clear.

"I know, Daddy," Janice answered, "and I don't mind being raped,
if that's what they want." She snuggled against her father. "If
letting a man make me drink his piss pleases him, then that's
what I'll do."

"You know if you don't," her mother added, "it could be a lot
worse. We might let them fuck you over with shock treatments, you
know."

"I know. They give them to me once a week anyhow."

"That's good" her mother said, slipping a finger into Janice's
arse hole and ramming it up sharply.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!"

"I think we'll recommend you get a good long shocking, sweetie,"
her mother smiled, "give you a good idea of what it really means
to listen to your betters."

"I-if you want me to ..." Janice was about to say, but her
mother's finger jabbed her anus again, then a second time. "Ow!"
she howled sharply.

Her father grabbed her by the hair and pulled up then flung her
down, hands going between her thighs and ramming them apart. He
was rock hard again, and as he saw the fear and humiliation in
Janice's face, he flattened himself agaisnt her, his cock finding
her quiff, and pushing in hard, not waiting for Janice to get
comfortable. His mouth ploughed against her own, french kissing
her, and his cock started humping against her fast, establishing
a rhythm quickly.