Subject: FANTASIA: Fragment   (mf, nc, bd, sm, in)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi


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                  FRAGMENT by V.P. Viddler

   Harry Barrington arriving home found himself in a nightmare.

   His wife, Betsy, thirty-eight, was hanging by her hair from the
living room chandelier, stark naked, wrists tied tightly in back of
her, mouth tightly gagged, body straining as she stood on her toes,
still-high firm breasts quivering, nipples stiff with fright, eyes
wide with horror.

   His daughter Emily, nineteen, was lying spread eagled across the
dining room table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, body taut,
stark naked, mouth tightly gagged, stretched so tightly she could
move nothing but her head.

   His daughter Judy, seventeen, was tied on her knees on the
kitchen floor, stark naked, ankles bound, thighs bound, elbows
lashed together behind her back, hands useless, breasts pulled up
and out, hair bound with rope secured to a ring in the floor,
pulling her head back sharply, pulling her mouth open. She was not
gagged.

   His daughter Karen, fifteen, was bent over a desk in his study,
stark naked, wrists bound to one side, ankles to the other, breasts
crushed against the hard surface, long hair hanging off one side.

   His sister, Diana, twenty-six, was hanging upside-down from her
ankles in the bathroom, stark naked, hair hanging, breasts shaking,
fine long legs pulling taut with strain, mouth tightly gagged.

   His maid, Sonya, twenty-two, was crawling around the floor,
stark naked, crying, moaning, gasping, and sucking the cocks of all
six of the strange men who waited for him, each in his turn.

   "Your maid has a damn good mouth," the first man said.

   "I know," Harry Barrington said. "I've used it many times. Sonya
knows that if I am to be kept from informing the immigration
authorities about her, I must be kept happy. I make her keep me
happy with that mouth. But I have not sampled the mouths of myh
daughters. Have you?"

   "No," the man said. "As you were not here to watch."

   "You think I do not wish to watch? My dear sir, I will join you.
Which shall it be first? But I see you have positioned Judy ideally
for that purpose. Shall we start with her?"

   "If raping your daughters, your wife, your family, will not move
you," said the man, "We will have to torture them."

   "In that case," Barrington said, "may I suggest starting with my
sister Diana? For many years I have wished to hear that silly bitch
howling in agony. But of course my daughter Karen, being so young,
may produce a wilder variety of sound. And I must say I did not
realize that Karen had such soft, voluptuous thighs. As a candidate
for rapine, I would pick her; but then I know what my wife is like.
And no one is better at cock-sucking. I assure you, sir, my wife's
mouth is as delicious as a warm bath. And if you force her to suck
you off just after a hard, long session with the whip--"

   "You have such a whip?"

   "But of course."

   "I will use it on your wife as she is now. How it will hurt!"

   "With your permission, I will have my daughter Judy employ that
luscious mouth upon my prick as I watch. As for Emily--"

   "Stop!" the man said. "I cannot elicit information from you if
you will not cry out against the mass raping of your family."

   "Did you try pissing in Judy's mouth?" Barrington said. "What a
fabulous toilet she makes!"

   "If I must--"

   "And Diana upside-down! How fascinating! Can you just raise her
up a bit, enough to allow me to put my cock in her mouth, as I snap
my fingernails against those fine pink nipples and rejoice in her
awful cries of agony? But to fuck Karen in the ass--to try out
Emily's arousingly straining, immobile body--to watch darling Betsy
swinging from her hair as my cigar tip kisses so painfully, so
agonizingly, so excitingly, her fantastic bosm, that gag giving its
own pleasure as she forces muffled sounds through it, and you whip
that soft frantic body..."