~Subject: FANTASIA: Family Values  (mf,nc,inc,pain,torture,b/d)
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Sat, 27 Aug 1994 : alt.sex.stories

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                FAMILY VALUES by V.P. Viddler

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                              1

    "I do admire your dedication," I said to David, gazing at the
straining body of his wife and listening to the moaning, panting
sounds she was making as the long sharp spikes began to dig into
her skin, making her arch her exhausted body still further off the
ground.

   "Thank you," David said.

   "How long does Myra have to go?"

   "Oh, only about another hour."

   "I don't think she can do it," I said, noting the agonized face
and effortfully straining torso and trembling, taut-muscled thighs.

   "But she has no choice," David said.

   Myra was gasping with a horrible throaty sound.

   "Would you like to strip her?" David said.

   "Now?"

   "Of course. Isn't it a delicious thought?"

   "It is."

   "Do it. Think of how Myra's body will look naked, arching and
straining and writhing as she is."

   "I can hardly wait," I said.

   "And for a final fillip, you can fuck her if you want to."

   "You mean--while she's--"

   "That's right."

   "It would kill her."

   "No. I've done it many times. It's hard on her, but Myra has an
enormous will to live. She won't give in."

   "But she's practically exhausted right now. I'm afraid if you
don't--"

   "No, my friend. Don't worry. This is the best time. To watch her
fighting for life, utterly exhausted to the limit, full of pain and
agony, and still fighting, fighting not to collapse. Straining with
all her aching, burning muscles to stay alive, to hold that body in
that horribly agonizing but so beautifully arousing position. It is
at such times that I lust for her most. Isn't that right, Myra?"

   Myra said, "Huh. Hauh. Hah. Huhh. Hauh. Auhh. Unnhh. Haaooowww."

   "Go ahead," David said. "Strip her. Strip her naked."

   But as I was about to do that, David's young daughter came down
the stairs.

   "Ah," David said. "Do you know my lovely daughter Lisa? Lisa,
this is Mister Dirkson."

   "How do you do?" Lisa said, and glanced swiftly from me to Myra
to David. And I saw that Lisa's hands were fastened at her back
with a pair of shiny handcuffs.

   "Perhaps," David said, "you would enjoy stripping Lisa instead?"

   "I would," I said.

   "Lisa," David said.

   Lisa had swift tears in her eyes. "Please, Daddy," she said.

   "Lisa," David said. "You are a lot younger than your mother. You
could stay as she is for twice as long."

   Lisa swallowed.

   "Go to Mister Dirkson," David said.

   "Daddy--"

   "On your knees," David said.

   Lisa dropped to her knees and crawled awkwardly along the floor
toward me, her hands pulling automatically at the handcuffs, her
round full breasts moving against her blouse, her skirt dragging up
on her luscious thighs.

   "Stand," I said, and Lisa got up.

   Myra's loud gasps inflamed my body.

   "Strip for me, Lisa," I said, and I saw David nod approval.

   "I can't," Lisa said. "My hands."

   "Do it," I said. "You have just twenty minutes. If in that time
you are not utterly naked, I'll ask David to put you in Myra's
place and I'll fuck the shit out of you."

   Lisa frantically began to try to strip herself. As I watched her
squirming, twisting, straining gyrations my cock got hard.

   "What a body," I said. "I want my cock inside you, Lisa."

   David now got down and straddled Myra's body, taking out his
dick and placing it at her lips. "Come on, darling," he said. "Suck
it. Open up and suck your husband's prick, you luscious pain-filled
thing you."

   And Myra did. Gasping and choking around David's cock as she
strained in that agonizing arch, which still allowed the sharp tips
to dig into her taut back. And Lisa was sobbing and trying vainly
to strip all her clothing off.

   I grabbed hold of her long yellow hair and hauled her against
me. "Kiss me, Lisa," I said. "Kiss me and get me all hot so I can
fuck you against the spikes."

   "Don't," Lisa whimpered. "I'll be good to you. I'll crawl and
I'll squirm and I'll do anything you want. I'll--"

   I slapped her. "Kiss me, you cocksucker!"

   Lisa put her mouth on mine and opened her soft lips and I raped
her mouth and I bit her as Myra choked and JoAnn was still
hanging...

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                            2

    JoAnn had started it all.

   She always wore miniskirts. Always. Nothing but miniskirts. All
day long. Walking around in school day after day in those short
short skirts. And no bra. That was obvious. JoAnn had damn good
breasts, and bouncing and jiggling around inside that tight top,
they could drive a man crazy. But it was her legs that did it.
Those curving flexing calves and most of all those thighs. Those
long, luscious, soft-looking, firm-looking, sensual, voluptuous,
mouth-watering, mouth-drying thighs. Which flashed at you all day
in the halls, all night in your fantasies.

   I couldn't stand it. I called JoAnn into my office.

   I had no reason for it. I didn't know what I was going to say to
her. But I had to have that young thigh-baring breast- bouncing
girl at my command.

   JoAnn came in. Thighs, tits and all. Long black hair. Sharp
brown eyes. She sat down. And didn't pull her skirt down. And saw
me looking. And crossed her thighs. I still watched them. I
devoured them. And I saw JoAnn smiling. JoAnn knew why I had called
her in. To look at her thighs.

   I said, "JoAnn--you are a bitch."

   And JoAnn said, "I know. But so what? You like to look at my
thighs."

   "I'd like to--"

   "What?" JoAnn said.

   I didn't care any more. I was through. I didn't give a shit. And
I said, "I'd like to whip you."

   "I know," JoAnn said. "But you'd have to stuff my panties in my
mouth, so I couldn't yell too loud."

   "What?" I said stupidly.

   "And you'd probably have to tie me down first, or I'd try to run
away."

   "JoAnn," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"

   "I think I'm getting you hot," JoAnn said. "If you think about
having me tied down across that desk, my mouth gagged with my own
panties, all naked, and squirming around like mad while you whip my
body all over--my thighs--and my tits--and all--I think you'll get
so hot that you'll just come and I can go home."

   "Why you--"

   "Bitch," JoAnn said. "Do you want to kiss me?"

   "Christ. I don't--I can't--"

   "I'll only ask you once," JoAnn said.

   "I do," I said.

   "Okay." JoAnn got up and then lay down on the floor on her back.
"Do it."

   "Holy shit!" I said, but I got down and lay on top of her. All
along that soft curving body. I spread her legs with mine.

   "No," JoAnn said. "Just kiss me."

   "Shut up," I said. I took her hands and pulled them over her
head, spread them out and pinned them down. Now JoAnn was
stretched, spread and flattened under me. I felt all of her and I
felt her squirming and writhing and twisting and she felt my hard-
on. JoAnn was panting. So was I.

   "Okay," she said. "Kiss me, you bastard."

   I kissed her and I pumped my hips at her. Then she ripped our
mouths apart and put her lips to my ear, wriggling and humping into
me.

   "Do it," JoAnn rasped. "Whip me. You're whipping me. You're
whipping all over my naked body. Slashing my thighs. Lashing my ass
and my back. Whipping my breasts. My nipples. Making me scream
through my gagging panties."

   "Bitch," I said, dry fucking, pounding. "Bitch."

   "Think of it," JoAnn said, rolling and bucking. "My body whipped
to ribbons. And now you're fucking me. Fucking, raping me. Raping
my body. My cunt. My ass. Making me suck you. Raping my mouth.
Hurting me, hitting my thighs, pinching my nipples, slapping me,
fucking me, fucking JoAnn, fucking, fucking--"

   "I want you," I said.

   "You can't have me," JoAnn said, and she kicked my balls so hard
I rolled away. And JoAnn got up and ran out, laughing.

   And that was why JoAnn was now in David's living room, hanging
from the ceiling by her wrists. Naked. With awful marks all over
that voluptuous young body. With stripes all up and down her back.
And thighs. And ass. And thighs. With fantastically agonizing
clamping things digging into her tortured nipples. Twisting and
squirming and flailing and kicking at the end of that body-
stretching rope, howling and shrieking in horrible pain and agony
through a spike-studded gagging ball. Waiting. Waiting for me to
finish with her punishment.

   I grin up at her, watching those magnificent kicking thighs as
I fuck my gorgeous sobbing straining Lisa. Fuck. Fuck...