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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
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Ol' butterface 8
By trukin_fool

I said nothing, but continued to straighten up the kitchen.
"I'm sorry." Betty stated. "It's just that I'm used to being on my
own, and besides, I care deeply about my family. I don't wish to see
any of them hurt. You understand, don't you?"
"Perfectly." I replied. "But you must also understand. I love them
also, and I would never intentionally give them cause, to hate me.
There is however a need for discipline in this house. I mean, where
would any of us be without some sort of discipline and structure?"
"Betty pondered my words, and then nodded her agreement.
"We can't all be the boss, but we can't all be followers either." I
added. "Someone needs to be in charge, when and if, something bad
happens, or if a disaster strikes."
"Yes, oh yes, I understand that." She agreed. "But it's been so long,
and I've lived alone so many years, it's just hard for me to adjust."
"Well then." I stated. "Let's clear the air, once and for all. I,
being the biggest contributor to the household finances, believe it is
me who should be the king in my own castle. Don't you agree?"
Yes. That is the way I treated my dear departed husband." She
answered.
"Excellent." I stated. "Then from now on, I expect my wishes and
desires to be fulfilled without question. And let's say, you just
think of me, as your new replacement husband."
"I .... I don't know ...." She stammered.
"If Karen and the girls don't mind, then why should you have doubts?"
I pressed.
"I guess, I can try." She said, hanging her head in shame, for
agreeing.
"Great. Now what are your plans for this morning?"
"I thought I'd work in the flower bed, so Karen has a nice place she
can be proud of." She replied.
"Fuck the flower bed." I rertorted. "I don't care what anyone else
thinks of this place. My main concern is the people who live here, and
whether or not they're happy and content. And I do mean everybody!"
Instantly, Betty grew a hardend frown on her face. She knew what I was
thinking, and what she'd likely be forced into, again.
"Please?" She begged softly. "I don't thuink I can do that again. Last
time, it almost cost me my daughter, and grandchildren. I'll find
somene to help out. Maybe an old friend, or a neighbor."
I shuffled close to her, as she trembled in fear.
"Maybe some other time." I said, tracing a finger up her blouse, and
over her breast.
"Right now, it's you I want, and as you already agreed. I am the king
in my castle."
Betty cringed and winced, as my fingers pinched her hardening nipples,
through her clothing.
"No. Please, no." She murmured softly. "Karen will be quite angry with
me."
"Tell you what." I said, suddenly stopping my molestation. "I have a
contract that Karen has already signed. It states that she agrees that
I am the boss here, and what I say goes. Would you be willing to sign
one also?"
"Yes! Yes I will." She said quickly.
She was hoping that by signing the contract, she would be free from my
groping hands, at least until she could find a way out of this
predicament.
I quickly raced to my pc, and printed out a duplicate of what Karen
and the girls, had already signed.
When I returned. Betty had left for her room.
I followed her there, and handed the paper to her.
As she started to read the paper, I began to speak again, hoping to
deter her attention before she read its contents.
"It's just a formal agreement." I said, placing my hand on her
shoulder, and squeezing. "Karen had no problem signing it."
I then began to let my hand, slip down over her mammoth breast again.
Nervously confused, and wanting me to stop the unwanted attention, she
pulled away, and searched for a pen.
She found one on the dresser, and without further delay, she signed it
quickly.
"There. Are you happy now?" She asked, shoving it into my face. "Now.
Will you leave me alone?"
I exaggerarted my preusal of her signature, making a big production of
looking at it.
"Hmmmmm." I hummed with a smile. "Yes I am. I'm very happy now. In
fact, now I have what I've always wanted. A houseful of tits and
pussy, all at my disposal. Never again, will anyone under this roof
deny me anything, or they will deal with severe punishment from my
anger."
"You can't be serious?" She asked in a startled tone, grabbing for the
paper.. "What exactly did I sign?"
I pulled the paper away fast, and explained.
"With your signature on this paper, you have agreed to be my willing
slave. I did not force you into anything. Your body, mind, and soul,
are mine to command, without question. You have also agreed to help me
find other women, and help me seduce them as well, if I so chose."
Anger once more, flared in her eyes.
"You really are a sick individual." She hissed. ""I'll be no part of
your twisted disgusting games."
"On the contrary." I stated forcibly. "You can, and you will."
"You can't make me." She said, trying to push me out of her room.
"Not a problem." I stated, in an instant. "Let's just see how the two
girls, like watching a movie of their grandmother and their moms
boyfriend, getting it on. Remember this though, from the distance of
the camera, and the angle, it looks as if you were the one seducing
me. I wonder how they'll feel, having a whore slut, for a
grandmother?"
"You wouldn't." She hissed again.
"Without a second thought." I said bluntly. "So? Are you going to give
up the pussy, or do we teach Linda and little Stacy what fucking is
all about, granny style?"
Betty began to wring her hands. Once again, she was trapped. I had her
backed into a corner, and she saw no light at the end of the tunnel.
After a long silent deliberation, Betty finally conceded that I was
truely in charge, and what I wanted I would get, eventually.
"So where are we going to do this?" She asked, in a long drawn out
sigh. "Not with Karen again."
"Nope." I said flatly. "She's sleeping, and she also thought it was
time for you to inspect the room."
"The room?" Betty asked quizzically.
"Yes, the room." I stated, taking her hand, and leading her away.
"The room is quite a work of art. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." I said,
walking towards the basement door. "Even if you don't, I'm sure I
will."
A tingle went through her body, and her hand clasped mine tightly,
against her will.
Standing outside the room entrance, I began to talk even dirtier and
filthier than ever before, just to keep Betty in an uneasy state.
"Hopefully, once you leave here, your cunt will be dripping a massive
amount of semen from it." I said in an evil tone. "Hell. Maybe you'll
beg me to bring you here regularly. That is if you listen to, and obey
me."
"Don't flatter yourself." She said, as I unlocked the door.
She was flashing me a sour face, until I flipped on the light switch,
and she looked upon the equipment in the room.
Much like her grand daughter, she immediately lost her voice, because
of the shock she felt.
She was so stunned, that she held no resistance when I dragged her by
the hand into the room, and closed the door.
By this time, instead of fascination like Stacy, Betty became
frightened. She stepped back, and rested against the door.
Even though she couldn't understand the uses for many of the items,
she did realize the use of the whips and the giant cross.
"You are even sicker, than I first thought." She sighed, still gazing
aroun the room. "There's no way, I'll be a party to this."
"Listen you old hag!" I screamed. "You signed the contract, you had
your chance to leave, and now you're mine."
With a look of horror, Betty quickly grabbed the blouse above her
breasts, and clenching in a thight fist, as if to protect herself from
me.
A surge of power suddenly flowed through me.
Knowing she would be doing everything I wanted against her will, and
having no choice, was causing my erection to form.
She quickly turned to leave, but found the door latched securely
"I'll scream." She hissed, feeling my hand on her shoulder.
"Go ahead." I stated, roughly spinning her around. "No one can help
you now. The room is soundproof, and virtually impregnable. You could
say, you're at my mercy."
Over and over Betty tugged at the door, while I laughed out loud,
causing her more fear and worry.
I reached out, and tapped the remote, which started the video camera
rolling.
I had at least an hours worth of tape, still unused in the device.
I turned again to Betty, who desperately continued, to open the door.
"It's no use, my dear." I said grinning. "Besides, anything we do
here, you've already given me permission for."
"Bullshit!" She said, turning around in anger, with a raised voice. "I
never agreed to being your prisoner."
"Unfortuneately, you're wrong." I stated. "By signing, you've given me
complete control over your mind, body, and soul. It even specifically
states that, in the contract."
"Well, then I'm breaking the contract." She said, hoping I would
reconsider.
"Go ahead." I laughed. "But for you, it could be either enjoyment, or
punishment. But it is still your choice."
Betty had already realized, that I could easily overpower her, but she
still had one valient effort within her.
With a sudden wave of anger, she lunged forward, trying to attack me.
I was much quicker than she, and stepped aside, as she stumbled and
fell to the floor.
"Would you rather I bring Stacy or LInda down here?" I asked, giving
her food for thought. "I'm sure either one of them would look quite
nice, mounted on the cross, or strapped to the table."
Fearing for her grandchildren, Betty soon became more docile, and
somewhat submissive.
"If .... if I play along, with your disgusting plan, do you promise
not to touch the children?" She begged softly.
"Absolutely." I replied. "I promise I won't lay a finger on them,
unless they insist. But then you must make a promise to me."
"And what is that?" Betty asked, even though she already knew, what
the promise would be.
She once again would sacrifice herself, for the safety of her grand
childen.
"Over the next hour, you will submit youself in their place and do
anything you're told, or the deal is off."
After a moment to decide, she nodded, as she brought herself to her
feet.
"No." I said sharply. "I want you to say it out loud."
"Yes ....." Betty said meekly at first. "I'll do anything you want,
just don't hurt Linda or Stacy."
"Good. Now we have an agreement, we both can live with, right?" I
prodded.
"Yes." she said, hanging her head.
"I wish to be called Master." I then stated. 'And from now on, you
will address me as such."
"Yes .... master." She said, finally submitting to me fully.
"Now. First of all, I need you to strip." I said boldly. "And do it
nice and slow, like you're trying to tease me."
Reluctantly, her fingers went to her blouse, and she started to
unbutton the garment.
"And I want you to look into my eyes as well, while you do it." I
added. "I want to see how submissive, you really are."
By the time her blouse was all the way unbuttoned, Betty had tears,
welling up in her eyes.
"Remove the blouse, and show me those huge cans, once more." I said,
provoking even more tears to form. "It shouldn't be a problem. After
all, your tits, your ass, and your hairy old cunt, all belong to me
now. And I plan on making good use of all three, very soon."
Over the next five minutes I made Betty take her time, and show me
everything she had, with an unobtructed view.
Once done, my first course of action was to bind her to the large X,
or cross.
Shamefully, she hung her head the whole time.
When she was fully secure, I began to play with her body, starting at
her tits.
I fondled, toyed, and pinched her nipples, making them hard as
erasers, and standing out proudly.
Tell me slave. How many men have played with these in your life?"
Betty refused to answer.
I asked again. This time, pinching her nipple hard, causing her to
scream out in pain.
"In the future, you will answer every question I ask, quickly and
truthfully. Do you understand?"
"Owwww yessss." She groaned.
"Yes what?" I asked, pinching it even harder, for emphasis.
"Yesss ..... ahhhh, yes master."
"Good." I said, releasing the sore nipple. "We now have a full
understanding. Any failure to recognize me as your master, and in
total control of you, will be dealt with harshly. I can punish you for
not obeying, or I can give you pleasure, by submitting to me. The
choice is yours. Although just for kicks, I may punish you without
cause, at any time I chose. Is that agreeable?"
"Yes master." Betty quickly replied, seeing my hand move towards her
tits once more.
Instead of pinching her nipple with my hand, I softly caressed and
fondled it.
From there, I let my hand drop to her belly, and shook it like some
warm jelly.
Betty was blushing vividly, as my hand dropped even lower, and down to
her bushy cavern.
In little time, I found her clit, and began to massage it slowly. As I
did so, she became more relaxed, and even more cooperative.
I manipulated her clit, and sunk a finger partially into her moist
hole.
"Mmmmm." She hummed, closing her eyes from the shame.
I was getting to her, and soon she was gyrating her hips, in time with
my manual movements.
"Now, how about telling me how many men, have you allowed to play with
your tits?"
"F ...five." She groaned.
"And how many, have sunk their cocks in your fuck hole?" I asked,
slamming the finger deeply inside of her.
"Ahhhh, uh two ..... master." She replied, with her head thrashing
sideways.
"Did they have big cocks?" I asked, still teasing her pussy.
"I ... I don't know." She replied. "I guess so."
"Did either of them fuck you up your shit hole?" I pressed, working my
finger deeper.
"Never." She grunted. "My husband tried once .... but it was awfully
painful."
"So no one ever pumped a load of sperm in your ass""
"No ...master."
"You realize, that soon that will change, don't you?" I said, shoving
another finger into her.
"No .... ah .... I mean yes master." She answered, becoming very
excited.
"Good answer." I stated. "Before long, I'll have you sucking my cock
on cammand, right there at the dinner table, with everyone watching.
Isn't that right?"
"Mmpppphhh." She said, trying to extract as much pleasure as possible,
from the finger fuck.
"Answer me!" I demanded. "Right there, in front of your daughter and
grandchildren. Maybe you'll even beg me to fuck you, right there and
then, on the table."
Yessss master, ahhhhhh." She moaned. "Whatever you want."
I was really surprised, that Betty was quickly nearing an orgasm.
Until now, she seemed the type to withstand any kind of sexual
deviation. But here she was, a sweating mass of flesh, yearning for a
climax.
I knew eventually, she'd be broken into a spontaneous, three holed,
whore.
I assumed that her previous sex life was either non existant, or it
was so great, that she needed the frequent release. Either way, she
would soon become my personal property, to do with as I pleased.
I quickly added a third finger, to the other two, while leaning in to
suck her hanging tit flesh.
Seconds later, a huge climax racked her body.
As I spoke, she eagerly repeated my words.
"You're now my whore." I stated. "My personal bitch whore."
"I'm your bitch whore."
"You'll fuck me, and take my cock in your ass, without hesitation."
"Yes ... in my ass .... deep."
"You will quickly strip for me, whenever I want some pussy."
"Yes master."
"You will do anything I ask, even eat some pussy on command."
"Yessssss, oh Yessss, I'll eat pussy ... suck your cock, whatever you
want, Any time, anywehre. I want you to own me, and use me however you
want to. Ahhhhhhhh."
The final flash of orgasm had finally hit her. She was shaking and
blushing a deep crimson. Her climax was the most brutal, that I have
ever witnessed. Had she not been bound, she would have surely thrown
herself to the floor, in bliss.
I slowly pulled my fingers free, and placed them near her lips.
Without a second thought, she eagerly opened her mouth, and sucked
each one clean. Even though, she was still suffering, the aftershocks
of her cum.
I walked over to the camera, and turned it off, knowing the tape was
nearly expended.
I already had enough evidence anyway, so I was satisfied with what I'd
captured.
I waited another ten minutes of so, until she completely recovered,
before undoing the restraints.
Immediately, Betty fell into my arms, and held me lovingly.
"Thank you." She whispered in to my ear, as she nuzzled my neck.
"Thank you master."
It was abundantly clear, that she was now a willing slave, to my every
desire and whim. I did hope however, that she could tell the
difference, between submission and love.
"You'd better get dressed, unless you want your daughter to know, what
just happened." I said, bringing her back to reality. "Maybe later on,
I'll bring you both down here, so we can continue."
Even though she was upset by the remark, she never let on, and dressed
rapidly.
Once dressed, she meekly followed me back, the the living room.
My cock was still quite erect, but I wanted to make sure, I was in
prime shape when Karen woke up. I remembered her curious nature, and
needed to prove I could still satisfy her, as well.
Over the next few hours, Betty doted over me. Like a well trained
puppy dog, she followed me everywhere. Even when I went to pee, she
tried to follow along, hoping to please me.
It was now obvious, that I had literally broken her independent
spirit, and made her a true willing submissive slave.
During this time, I took full advantage of her. I had her flash me her
tits, and even show me her cunt, every place we went.
I knew it would be difficult, having to please three women in the
household, and possibly four.
Thinking along those lines, I began to devise a plan. One where I
could enjoy the women, and not wear myself out, in the process.
By two thirty, it was time to test Bettys commitment to me, one more
time.
"You realize, that in an hour, the girls will be coming home." I
stated to Betty, who was still amorously doting on me.
"Yes master." She replied, happy that I was paying attention to her.
"Your daughter will probably awake, in a very horny state, like
normal."
"Yes master." She answered again.
"Well? I am probably going to need some help to satisfy her, before
LInda and Stacy get here." I explained.
"And what would you have me do, master?"
I was pleased to hear the words, roll off of her tongue, like she
meant them.
"I would really like you to assist me again, so she gets her nut,
before we get interrupted." I stated.
Without thinking, and without delay, she immediately agreed to help.
I could only hope, that Karen and her daughter were similar, and
willing to obey my every command. The test was to show, their total
commitment to their master, and make sure they were both willing
participants.
With any luck, this time I wouldn't have to use blackmail, as a means
to accomplish that goal.
Dutifully, Betty followed me to the master bedroom, and soon stood
along side of the bed silently.
"Service your daughter for me." I ordered bluntly. "Use your mouth on
her cunt, and please her."
Remarkably, Betty pulled back the covers, and lifted her daughters
night gown.
She knew what needed to be done, and quickly went to work, tenderly
kissing and caressing Karens sleepy form.
Even though Karen was sleeping, her moans of enjoyment rose, until her
mother began sucking her clit to an aroused state.
Opening her eyes, she saw me standing next to her, and smiled.
She didn't know who was eating her out, but she knew, I had arranged
it.
Before long, Karens face began to contort, into a face of pleasurable
excitement.
"Would you like to return the favor, to your mother?" I asked. "After
all, she has been teating you quite nicely. Hasn't she?"
Karen nodded, as I pressed my hand against Bettys hip.
Betty, still orally servicing her daughter, soon caught my meaning.
She shifted sideways, and straddled her daughters face, while
continuing to devour the cunt before her.
I watched excitedly, as the two performed, a beautiful sixty nine on
each other.
"Your mom has agreed, to give up her asshole to me, when I feel it's
time for some butt fucking." I stated. "How about you? Are you going
to deny me your shithole?"
"Nooo." Karen mumbled, through a mouthful of pussy. "If that's what
you want."

Continued.....................


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