East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 33 – The Conniving Daughter (or The Secretary's Toy)

Robert Morgan and Gene St. James continued with their mission to rescue Roland Heath. The retired industrialist had lived alone with his daughter and two granddaughters in his northern New York estate. Despite Roland and Sharon Heath's devotion to their only child, Jeanne Heath turned out to be a parasitic bitch, running away to Europe and abandoning her twin daughters after she became pregnant by one of a succession of anonymous lovers. The twins grew up into haughty bitches, convinced they were superior and deserved special attention. Roland and Sharon tried everything to work with the three women. After Sharon's death four years ago, the three remaining women in his life became increasingly out of control. Finally, Jeanne reacted to her daughters' recommendation to get rid of Roland Heath. It had been Jeanne's idea to commit her father to an asylum under the strict control of a bribed administrator.

Roland Heath worshipped his missing wife, but enjoyed a healthy sexual relationship with his nurse, the thirty-six year old Maddalena Camillo. Maddalena had gigantic natural breasts and gorgeous long blonde hair. She and the much older Roland fucked like minks at every opportunity. On duty twenty-four hours a day, the nurse and the retired executive had sucked and fucked themselves to countless orgasms.

Gene St. James, Roland's secretary, was a fifty-five year old man that had served faithfully for going on his thirtieth year. He had been upset with the sudden disappearance of his long-time friend. Both Gene and his boss, Roland, were physical fitness devotees who ran, lifted weights, bicycled, and swam. Both had sharp, cunning minds and the two made a team that had legitimately earned hundreds of millions of dollars.

Robert Morgan and Gene St. James continued through the underground corridor back to the hidden entry under the mansion's rear staircase. The pyrotechnic charges were left in place as warning if someone else wandered through the slaver complex. The twins had lubricated the sliding wood panel well; it moved shut silently behind the men. The house was also dark, it was well after midnight by now.

"Jeanne Heath never much liked the staff here," Gene volunteered. "It's possible that all of the interior staff has been changed out. My contacts, the drivers and garden staff, are only day workers. They don't know what's going on in the house. Jeanne does have a monster bodyguard with her at all times. He is probably very dangerous."

"Get me upstairs, I want to see the women's bedrooms," Robert responded quietly.

The two drifted wraithlike through the silent house. They started up the rear stairs leading to the family quarters. Occasional night-lights glowed reassuringly from alcoves and rooms off the side of the main house corridors. Gene led Robert into a large anteroom with a sitting area and a bedroom beyond. "This was Roland's suite. The room next door was Maddalena's and she had a hidden entry into the sitting area."

Gene walked over to a credenza with family pictures. "Here are the twins. Roland and Sharon really loved those grandkids. He gave them chance after chance. I don't think he would ever have given up on them. They were set for life."

Robert glanced at the picture. It showed the twins dressed up on a Hawaiian vacation. They looked happy and vivacious; no sign of their evil scheming minds apparent in the gorgeous bodies. Robert sighed at the waste.

He nodded his head toward the rest of the wing. Gene led the way out of the master suite and headed toward the room of the daughter, Jeanne Heath.

Gene signaled Robert to pass on first toward the entry ahead. Each loosened their weapons. Robert crept up to the entry and carefully opened the door. Jeanne's suite was a miniature version of her father's. The outer sitting area was empty. Robert moved more confidently as his feet moved onto the room's carpeting from the hard wood of the hallways. He cocked his ear at the sound of passionate moaning drifting from the bedroom. The entry was a large arch, so no door had to be opened to get close to the copulating couple on the bed beyond.

Robert looked into the room. Jeanne Heath was a tall willowy woman with a perfect body. The thirty-nine-year-old was in absolute top shape. She was writhing in ecstasy atop the bulky body of a man. He was tied, spread-eagle, atop the sheets. The night vision goggles showed the man's fat dick buried in Jeanne's cunt. The room reeked of sex and the wet slime of natural sex lubricant covered their crotches. Jeanne's long black hair whipped about as she moved with demented speed upon the body below her. Her perfect ass was framed by the contrasting black garter belt she wore and her long legs were still clad in black seamless stockings.

Robert saw that Gene was staring, open-mouthed, at the lusty spectacle. His own eyes swept across the room and he discovered a cast-aside man's suit with a double weapon harness lying atop the crumpled pile. "Guess I found the newly hired bodyguard," he thought with a grin.

"Oh, Rafael," Jeanne was moaning in lust, "you have the best cock. Just a little more, … oh, yesss! What a fuck! Ohhhh, … ohhh, … yesss." Jeanne yelled and then collapsed, covered in a sweaty sheen from her vigorous fuck. The two remained joined by the bodyguard's enormous shaft. She groaned again and said, "You are a great lover, baby. Keep helping me with Roland and you can write your own ticket."

"Yeah, baby," came a gruff reply from under the glorious body. "But that's later. Let me loose and I'll finish this fuck in style. I haven't come yet."

"Hmmm, baby; but, I'm so fucked out from this round," the woman responded in a sultry voice. "Since you're so tied up at the moment, I think I'll just take a little nap. We can continue later."

Gene took that moment to fire his taser into the glistening ass cheeks of the woman. Two matching darts buried themselves in her ass, narrowly missing her pussy, still spayed wide open with her lover's hard dick. Robert calmly walked up and sunk his stun gun deep into the tennis ball-sized nut sacks of the bodyguard, and triggered the high-impedance discharge. The bodyguard's body convulsed and arched upward, throwing off his already stunned fuckmate. Almost 625 thousand volts of high frequency energy had pulsed deeply through the Rafael Domatto's sex organs. The vicious charge depleted his blood sugar, converting it nearly instantly to lactic acid. The neurological impulses also traveled throughout his body, completely disabling the muscle-bound man. The bodyguard's bladder released a shower of smelly urine into Jeanne's splayed open cunt as an aftereffect of the horrific electrical discharge on his genitals

Robert focused his attention on the bodyguard. The bonds holding him in the bed were lightweight amateurish things that had to be replaced with Robert's professional grade bondage items. Robert used high-strength, double-locking police cuffs on the man's wrists and ankles. A third cuff joined the wrists and ankles in an incredibly strong hogtie. A ballgag and blindfold were added. Robert took two syringes full of a solution similar to a 'roofie', only with added tranquilizers and muscle relaxers. The cocktail of drugs had effective amnesia-like properties. Rafael would never remember how he was captured; probably even forgetting his last fuck with Jeanne Heath. Robert Morgan had just judged and convicted the man, he had just been fully implicated by the sexy woman's comments. Rafael was doomed. He would pay a price for his illegal involvement with the immoral Heath women.

By the time Robert finished trussing up his latest victim on the bedroom floor, Gene was also finished. Robert looked up at the bed and his chin dropped down in surprise. "Gene," he said admiringly, "you are a very horny bastard. You just got your rocks off in that nice, young piece of ass and now you're going to nail her mom."

Gene St. James had thrown all the bed's pillows into a single stack right on top of the wet spot left from Jeanne's drooling cunt and her bodyguard's stinking urine. Next, Gene had rolled the still helpless woman atop the pillows and then used Jeanne's own bondage cuffs on her, trapping her wrists and ankles in place. Gene had also added his own twists, a loop of Robert's bondage rope now secured each elbow a foot or so away from the corresponding knee. He was just retightening the bed's bondage cuffs when Robert looked up at him.

Gene grinned down at Robert and said, "Look, when you're my age, you take any piece of pussy or ass whenever you can get it. Besides, I've live a pretty vanilla life for the last twenty years. It's time to do some adjusting with my sex life."

"Plus," he added while slapping Jeanne's nearby ass with his open hand, "this cunt has looked down her snotty nose at me for most of her life. I plan on being deep in her ass when she recovers from the taser."

Robert looked down at the bodyguard and confirmed that he had worn a condom. "At least the bitch hasn't ruined her resale value with a bad case of STDs," he thought. "Gene," he yelled over, "you planning on using a rubber with that bitch?"

Gene set his cockhead against the woman's slippery labia and sunk in an inch or so before catching Robert's eye, "I plan on buying this cunt from you after we free Roland. Under our agreement, all this booty is yours; but I really need to have this one. Roland will let me keep her in the facilities under the estate. I might even ask to move in here; this can be a pretty good life with free cunt on demand."

"This thing with the daughter is partly Roland's decision, Gene," Robert reminded him. "The old man might not want to ever see her again. You have to respect his wishes, you know."

A tortured "Ughhh," came out from under Gene's body as his dick sunk deeper into Jeanne's loose pussy. "Wwwhat's going on? Rafael! Rafael is that you?"

"No, little slave," Robert taunted the woman. "That is not your bodyguard getting ready to fuck you. Rafael is out of your life for good. Enjoy your first fuck as livestock," Robert taunted the woman.

Gene moaned slightly as the woman's hot vagina wrapped itself around his chaffed cock. He was a little sensitive after ass fucking one of the twins. "Hey," he told himself happily, "since I've already some, maybe this will be one of those fucks that lasts all night." Gene rotated his hips and pulled all the way out of the wet, slippery cunt. He brought his right arm back and delivered a stinging slap across her outthrust right rump. "Hey, bitch!" he yelled, "You ready to fuck like the Energizer Bunny?" He slapped her ass again and said, "Move those hips, or I'm gonna keep on slapping away. Let's fuck you little whore!"

Jeanne felt the first stinging blow and involuntarily contracted her pussy muscles at the pain. Before she could relax, the man riding her back plunged into her, hard. "Ughhh," Jeanne moaned again. "Not so hard, please," she whimpered.

The cunt fuck was becoming a little too easy in the woman's wet and sloppy pussy. "It's not that she's a loose fuck," Gene told himself, "it's just that she's already wet from Rafael. Time to switch holes here." Gene pulled all the way out of her cunt and leaned back on his haunches. He took his right hand and forced his four fingers into a cone, covering his thumb. Without pause, he jammed the four fingers knuckle-deep into her wet vagina on the first plunge. He pulled the fingers out with a wet slurping sound and lined up his middle finger's tip with her brown ass grommet. Gene leaned in hard, burying his fingers halfway to the knuckles in her ass. The fingers pulled out, bringing the clinging narrow ass lips out in imitation of pursed lips. Back into her pussy plunged the fingers. Jeanne grunted again in protest and gurgled something about stopping. Gene pulled out again and jammed even harder into her ass. The motion was repeated again and again, until he was able to bury the hand equally deep in either ass or pussy. At that point, her ass remained open for long seconds due to the painful stretching.

After at least fifty long finger plunges into both holes, Gene pulled his hand out and lined his cockhead up with the opening of her ass. Gene leaned forward, hard, and plunged deep into her ass in one fucking plunge. Jeanne wailed below him at the indignity. "Never gotten it up the ass, you little whore?" he mocked her.

Jeanne blubbered, "NNNooo. Stop, … please, … please stop. I'm so sorry for anything I've done."

"Eiiii," she shrieked as Gene's relentless fucking of her ass began in earnest. His balls were audible as they thunked against her pussy under his fat, fuck bar, plunging in and out of her steamy ass.

"Yes, baby. You are a great piece of ass. I'm gonna keep you and use this cock on your ass every day. Soon, you might forget what that pussy is for."

Robert said, "I'll give you some time to test ride this cunt. Let me know when you're ready for the next phase. I'm heading down to set up the computer displays in the garage."

Robert Morgan left the rutting couple and headed toward the front of the mansion and the stairs leading to the ground level. The garage was several hundred yards away from the main house. It was a convenient place to set up his computer and attempt to gain satellite connectivity. Robert found a workbench perfect for setting up his laptop computer. Within minutes, he had established connectivity with both the GPS network of satellites and the normal communication satellite he used for his high-speed internet access. An array of different colored lights spiraled around the computer screen. Robert Morgan was looking at the plot of three days positional data for the five Heath vehicles that Gene had been able to mount GPS trackers on. It was relatively easy to determine where Roland was located. Robert would let Gene know so that he could extract the appropriate information from Jeanne Heath regarding what type facility she had secreted Roland. Gene and Robert were each interested in the answer to that question.

Robert Morgan knew that he needed to first rescue Roland Heath and then figure out how to return the kidnapped teens to their families. "Rescue first," he reminded himself. Then he laughed as the obvious sounds of vigorous fucking continued to echo from his radio earpieces. "Way to go Gene," he responded through the radio. "Fuck that cunt blind, then let's get the interrogation going. I want to find Roland Heath before something very bad happens."

Gene St. James was a little too preoccupied to respond to Robert's message. Instead, he took a deep rasping breath and wiped the sweat off his brow and hair. The fuck was long and satisfying, but it was drawing to an end. Gene had to admit that the duration of this second fuck was more dependant upon his endurance than his ability to keep from cumming into the hot, buttery ass chute. "Ohhh, yes. What an ass. I'm gonna heat this thing up every day. Hope you like anal, Jeanne, cause you're gonna get it a lot. Whew! Fuck! Can't last much longer."

Jeanne's ass was burning from the stretching, rolling fuck she was getting. "He's truly trying to ream me out," she told herself in amazement. The dick yanked her thin rectal chute around in circles as his hips twirled the fat cock around her inner channel. Despite herself, Jeanne found herself enjoying the anal rape. "His balls keep hitting my clit," she told herself. "Yess, fuck me, you stud!" she started to pant aloud. Her voice grew louder in volume as she came closer to climax. She tightened her pussy muscles and anally tried to milk the jism out of his cock. "Fuck, … fuck, … fuck me," she panted, louder and louder.

Robert heard the woman's begging cadence increase with her ardor. "She's a natural for anal," Robert told Gene in the radio. "Give it to her so we can get her interrogation going. I want details on who is holding Roland Heath, what pretense has been created for his commitment, and who all the bastards are that participated in this kidnapping."

--L--A--T--E--R--

Robert and Gene had securely locked Rafael Domatto in one of the long-unused slave cells below the estate. He was still handcuffed, though not in the hogtie. To be sure he behaved, Robert had administered a syringe filled with a solution similar to a 'roofie', only with added tranquilizers and muscle relaxers. The cocktail of drugs had effective amnesia-like properties. If it worked right, the bodyguard would remember nothing beyond being invited into Jeanne's bed for a round of kinky sex.

Rafael Domatto was in Slave Holding Cell H-1. The teens were contentedly punishing the twins for their actions and had regained much of their poise. Restoration of power throughout the complex had heartened the former captives a lot. The best move made by the men was letting the teens have the armloads of designer clothing thrown into the room after they had pilfered through the twin's extensive wardrobe. As a joke, Robert wouldn't let Gene bring any lingerie down to the teens. Each grinned, thinking of a delectable teen decked out in designer finery, without panties or bras. It was a tempting thought.

Jeanne Heath had been easy to break. The ferocious ass fucking had already broken her spirit and the knowledge that she had completely lost control of her life had sapped any further resistance. She spilled the beans on the entire plot, even laying out how much money she had used to bribe the asylum owner. Jeanne admitted wantonly fucking the man while she watched her father undergo torturous electro-shock therapy. On at least one occasion, the owner had personally administered the shocks while Jeanne and a facility nurse had watched from the privacy of the viewing booth. She told how she had seduced the woman and how the administrator and nurse conspired to keep Roland a secret prisoner from the rest of the staff, hiding the unorthodox treatment regime from any medical review. Gene and Robert had discretely matched eyes at the revelations. They each knew that maybe the combination of drugs and electro-shock had already destroyed Roland's keen mind.

Gene had shown a special enjoyment during Jeanne's preparation for the rescue. She was forced to dress in front of the two men, her body still musky from her long night of sex with her bodyguard and then Gene St. James. Cum was still dripping from her distended twat and ass lips as she shrugged a wispy pair of black panties up her legs. She had blanched at the threat of having to chew on the stinky panties during the drive home if she failed to follow all directions exactly. The obvious look of discomfort as she pulled up the gooey crotch panel over her matted pubic hair was priceless. Even after donning her expensive black dress, Jeanne's disheveled black hair and stretched out stockings made her look the just-fucked slut.

As a final item of jewelry, Robert had locked a dog-training collar around her neck. He set the voice control to a quiet whisper, anything else and she would be brutally shocked. After a few sample shocks, Jeanne sunk to the floor on her ruined stockings and whispered quietly for mercy. Neither man had the slightest sympathy for the conniving woman.

"Well, little sex slave," Robert said, "time to go release your father and we'll get him to help decide your fate.

The reunion between Roland's nurse and the daughter was not without incident. Maddalena Camillo had walked up to the broken woman and decked her with a roundhouse blow that would have done credit to a heavyweight in the boxing ring. Robert was seriously worried that Maddalena had broken the woman's jaw or nose. Fortunately, Jeanne was in good enough shape to continue with the plan. As they loaded up one of the estate's Mercedes sports utility vehicles, Maddalena had wrinkled her nose at Jeanne's musky scent. "Did the haughty bitch spend the night lying in a urinal?" the nurse asked with a grimace. "God! You stink like a whorehouse, girl." She looked accusingly at the two men. "Did you two sleep with this skanky bitch? Damn! Keep your distance from me; I don't want to get body lice or crabs from this slut."

Jeanne Heath, the former snobby, high society lady, had bowed her head meekly. She sat quietly during the ride through the beautiful New York countryside, tears trickling down her cheeks. Jeanne's makeup was applied the morning before and the trauma of the last twelve hours had streaked the mascara and foundation. Jeanne Heath looked like a hooker that was just coming off shift after servicing a night's worth of johns.

Robert parked the large Mercedes and looked about the cabin. "Everyone know their role?"

Gene had answered with a simple, "Yes."

Maddalena's response was a little more direct. "I'm only helping you two because you promised to punish anyone that did this to Roland. I intend to hold you to that promise." She nodded over toward Jeanne and added, "This slut better be reined in good after this is over. Roland has turned his cheek away from her insults and deceptions for long enough."

Jeanne had simply nodded her head when it was her turn to answer the question about her understanding what she was to do at the asylum.

It was simple to gain access to the Asylum Director's office. Doctor Dustin Woods was an officious little creep with a Hitler mustache. Early in the morning and well before normal work hours, the security and reception areas were unattended. The small facility could not afford to man those desks twenty-four hours a day. The four had simply walked into the Director's office. The slender man exhibited the mannerisms of a woman. Both Gene and Robert had raised their eyebrows upon meeting the effeminate man, wondering both how Jeanne had ever been attracted to the man and which sex he actually preferred. After they chatted for a few minutes, Robert had simply pulled out his taser and shot the luckless man directly in the face.

Maddalena gave him an approving grin at the decisive move. Kept out of the earlier adventures because she was still sleeping quietly, she had harbored grave doubts that her partners were capable enough to deal firmly with their adversaries. Like Rafael Domatto, Doctor Dustin Woods was administered a syringe filled with a solution similar to a 'roofie', only with added tranquilizers and muscle relaxers. The cocktail of drugs had effective amnesia-like properties. If it worked right, Doctor Dustin Woods would awaken remembering nothing about the short meeting. When Robert pulled a strange looking tool out of his small shoulder bag, Maddalena's grin became decidedly feral.

Gene looked on with fascination as Maddalena wrestled Dustin's pants and underwear down to his knees. She yanked on his cock and pulled the man's ball sacks out from his body. Robert took a dime-sized piece of rubber out of a pocket and forced the tiny fingers at the end of the tools arms to slip within the tiny rubber ring. It was an extremely thick-walled ring of incredibly strong rubber. When Robert squeezed the handgrip, the fingers smoothly slide outwardly, opening the ring of rubber into a larger circle. Robert slid the circle of rubber around the man's cock and Maddalena then pulled everything through, allowing Robert to set the circle against the man's torso. Robert relaxed his grip on the emasculating tool and slid the steel fingers free of the loop of rubber. "The band is already crushing the blood vessels and nerve channels in his cock," Robert said. "Within minutes, irreparable damage will be done to his cock. By the time he awakens from the drug cocktail, nothing will be salvageable from his dick. Just for fun, I'm going to apply bands to each of his balls and to his cock head."

Gene cringed when Maddalena yanked each ball sack through a loop. Having less tissue to compress, the bands easily returned to their dime size, crunching the connective tissue holding each sack in place. "The man is already a eunuch," Gene told himself. "Poor dickless bugger."

Jeanne Heath was busy accomplishing her tasks; searching for the location of the remainder of the cash she had given the Asylum Director for taking on her father's care, and the staff work schedule. She found almost 1.1 million dollars in a wall safe. The amount was more than the amount she originally used to bribe Doctor Woods. Nurse Mary Alice Sheridan was not due to come in for several hours. The Director held the personnel files, to include Mary Alice's, with all the employee home addresses.

"First priority is Roland," Robert declared. "Then, we can intercept the head nurse and have some fun with her. Let's go."

A few minutes later the four were wheeling a gurney down the corridor, heading for Roland Heath's padded cell. Maddalena and Jeanne were guiding the gurney. The control unit for Jeanne's training collar was held in Maddalena's right hand, she was not trusting at all of the apparently cowed slave. Since her initial break-in session, Jeanne Heath had been fully obedient. The sight of Robert's first revenge against her accomplice, Doctor Dustin Woods, had renewed her vows to cooperate and minimize her punishment. Jeanne knew she was no pain bitch; she merely liked to fuck. Her conspirator was unconscious on the gurney; his balls and penis were already a deep purple from the irreparable damage caused by the emasculator bands.

Gene St. James guarded the rear and Robert Morgan took point, his taser and deadlier 9-mm readily available. Dustin had confirmed that few staff members were on site at this time of day other than two orderlies and a nurse.

The gaggle was approaching the final turn to Roland's room when they came face to face with the only nurse on duty in the facility. It only took one fast look at the group to be sure something was very wrong. She opened her mouth to scream for assistance and the two darts from Robert's taser struck her squarely in the chest. The dangling lines leading to the gun carried the massive electrical discharge that instantly dropped her to the floor of the corridor. Robert easily picked up the petite woman and draped her sideways across the gurney and motioned the group onward.

The first of their two target rooms was just ahead; it was the electro-shock therapy room. Robert swept in fast, automatic and taser in his fists. The room was empty. Robert took a deep breath and signaled for the gurney to be brought in. The door was shut and the other three looked at Robert for guidance. He just grinned as he primed a syringe and said, "Jeanne, make yourself useful, lift up the nurse's dress and pull off her panties."

Jeanne Heath numbly followed his orders. She really didn't care what she did to someone else, as long as nobody hurt her more. The woman's trim ass was bent over the gurney in such a fashion that her knee-length white uniform as very snug around her hips. She grunted as she tugged hard to get the dress up and all the way over the taut ass. The woman wore white pantyhose. Jeanne slipped her fingers under the woman and found the waistband. She pulled the hose all the way down to her ankles in one, long move. A lacy and skimpy pair of black panties covered part of the nurse's ass in sharp contrast to the white nurse's garb. Jeanne dutifully took the panties down and stepped back for more directions.

Robert stepped up and briefly admired the shapely ass. In other times, he would have bound this one up. "This is a definite keeper," he said admiringly. "Look at that ass. Wow!" He ran his left hand across a plump butt cheek and steadied the flesh while he sunk the sharp needle to the hilt in the flawless flesh. Robert slowly depressed the plunger. When he was finished he said, "Jeanne, get the woman naked from the waist down. Gene, take off her dress and bra. Maddalena, prep the shock table for our young nurse here. We're going to make it look like the Director assaulted her, became despondent, and then tried to take his own life."

Everyone sprang to work. Within minutes the nurse was laid out naked on the leather reclining chair that was the central feature of the room. Maddalena handed Gene the collar remote and started to strap the woman into place. Robert took the time to strip off Doctor Dustin Woods' clothing and plant the limply unconscious man's prints on the emasculator and on a huge neon dildo.

"Jeanne, get your ass up here and start shaving this pussy. I want every single hair off. It will be good practice for you; do yourself the first chance you get to shower or bathe." Robert handed the woman a hospital shaving pack from inside one of the room's storage shelves.

Despite not ever shaving her own pussy, let alone someone else's; Jeanne made short work of the job. Maddalena filled the plastic disposable shaving bowl with warm water and threw in a small washcloth. Jeanne twisted the excess water out of the cotton cloth and draped it over the hairy bush to soften the pubic hair. The shaving pack held a small container of shaving gel. Robert laughed as he watched Jeanne tentatively rub the slippery gel over the crinkly brown pubic hair. Jeanne gained confidence as she proceeded. She was able to make long, smooth strokes of the disposable safety razor, quickly denuding the shapely mound. Maddalena had found a body lotion that she silently handed to Jeanne to use. Soon, the nurse's hairless pussy glistened from the fresh coat of lotion, looking very much like the hairless gash of a child.

"Jeanne," Robert said, "you aren't finished until you run your tongue over everything to be sure no stray stubble remains. Then, I want you to loosen up and lubricate that sleeping pussy so that it can hold this two-foot-long dildo.

Jeanne felt weak in the knees when she saw the pliable jelly cock. "It is my favorite kind," she thought to herself in disbelief. "Ohhhh, I need to be fucked now," she thought. She turned to Robert and sunk to her knees before him. "Please," she whispered quietly, "will you fuck me after this? I am so hot." She repeated herself shamelessly, "Please, I'm being good. Will you fuck me?"

Robert grinned down at the broken slut. "Well, cunt; at thirty-nine, you are a little old and used up for me. After all, you look 'rode hard and put away wet' and you smell like a whore just cumming off shift."

Jeanne Heath lowered her head and begged again, "Please, fuck me. I promise to be your good slave, but I need a good hard cock."

Robert grabbed her disheveled black hair and replied, "OK, cunt. You can get some cock on the ride to get Nurse Sheridan. Course, daddy will be there to watch."

Jeanne sobbed quietly, ever-careful not to trigger the training collar. She nodded and turned back to the freshly shaved pussy. Unlike her daughters, she had never been this close to a cunny, let alone readying herself to suck one. She ran a slick tongue around one side of the woman's labia. "Hmmm," she thought, at least this one is clean, unlike my stinky pussy. Thank God for that." She felt a hand pushing her deeper into the nurse's crotch. When long fingernails sunk into her scalp, she knew that it was her father's nurse getting some revenge. Unfazed, she ignored the distraction and focused on doing a good enough job to keep her owners happy and to earn some cock on the way home. Her pussy spasmed at the thought and she involuntarily humped her hips against the air. A red flush of shame covered her face at Maddalena's lusty laugh. "She saw me. Ohh, my, what a slut I am." She sucked the hairless labia into her mouth and leaned back, the strong mouth suction pulling the nurse's loose cunt lips away from her mound. She heard a faint, "Good slut. That's how to eat pussy. Hurry up and finish." When she leaned back a few minutes later, she saw that the pussy was glistening now, mostly from her wet saliva. The purple jelly cock slipped past her face and the big burly man jammed it into the slippery pussy, sinking at least eight inches deep inside. Jeanne's pussy twitched again. "Ohhh, that is so hot," she moaned aloud only to flush red with embarrassment again.

Robert motioned for Gene to take charge of the fuck-bunny while he finished setting up the room. Maddalena had strapped a leather tongue and tooth protector around the nurse's head and already had the various electrodes attached to her nude form. Jeanne had told how Doctor Dustin Woods had gleefully demonstrated his modified electro-shock machine. The electro-shock machine was designed to reset to zero after every shock, forcing the settings to be manually reset. Doctor Woods had modified the machine to re-administer a set voltage and shock duration at any preset time interval. Maddalena set it to shock the woman at a very low setting, each fifteen minutes. She indicated it would not damage the woman and it would look as if the doctor was preparing to really torture the woman when remorse for his acts set in. The dosage of barbiturates that Maddalena administered via syringe was a dangerously high level, but the doctor had better than a fifty-fifty chance of being alive when found hours later.

While Maddalena and Robert were busy, the ever-horny Gene had been drawn to the drawers of medical items in the room. He found some lengths of surgical tubing and wound two shorter sections around the nurse's tits. He topped off the pinkly glowing breasts with several sterile needles from one of the drawers. The tubing was carefully adjusted to not do any long-term damage. Gene, Robert, and Maddalena had already agreed to not harm any innocents at the asylum if possible. However, the authorities would discover the seemingly abused woman; drugged, shaved, titty tortured, and subjected to electro-shock. Doctor Woods would face prison and the loss of his medical license; a fully justified punishment based upon what he had done to a healthy man for a bribe of money and sex.

Jeanne had finished her task and knelt on the cold tile floor waiting for instructions. A wispy pair of black panties were dangled in front of her face. The flush that swept through her body this time was of sexual excitement. Without being told, she took the panties from the calloused hand with her teeth and she slowly worked it into her mouth, hands free. When the entire pair of panties were within her teeth, she slowly began to chew on them, savoring the mild taste of the nurse's pussy juices. Her pussy spasmed again and she nearly came. Jeanne moaned in lust. "Hease," she begged softly, "huck me now, here."

Robert laughed and said, "Jeanne, if you want it that bad, drop your panties and bend over the naked nurse. Stay there until I come to get you."

The gooey panties were already down on the tile floor. Jeanne was just climbing up when Robert put his hand on her shoulder. "Forget something, little slut?" he asked while pointing to the panties.

Jeanne knelt down and gingerly picked up her jism and shit and pussy cream and jism coated panties. They were wet and sticky to the touch. She hesitated.

"OK, slut," Robert said gently. "Just keep them handy for later, in case you don't fuck well enough. Put them by your face as a reminder of what might be." He laughed and led the group out of the room. He paused long enough to lock the shock-therapy room door before joining the other two who stood at the entry to the next room.

"I think we're gonna need the gurney," Gene whispered quietly.

Maddalena whimpered at the sight of her lover's condition and rushed into the room past Gene St. James to get to Roland Heath's still form.

Robert didn't even look, he just quietly took the gurney and moved it toward Gene. "Come on Gene," he said, "we have to deal with what we got here."

Roland Heath was a filthy, unshaven, catatonic mess. He was curled up in the corner of the padded cell, wearing a straight-jacket. Maddalena wiped his brow with a damp cloth and checked his vital signs. At her command, Gene and Robert lifted the wiry executive's form up onto the gurney and they all helped unbuckle the complicated restraint device. "There's no chart of course," Maddalena hissed, "the fuckers wouldn't want to leave an audit trail of their abusive treatment. I can't give him anything until we flush out everything in his system. Let's go."

Gene signaled Maddalena to push the gurney toward the exit. Robert said, "you two go on ahead. Gene, use your throat mike if you run into trouble. I want to wrap up something with the little cunt next door."

Maddalena looked him in the eye and said, "I hope it hurts her a lot more than just your stiff dick poking her. After all, the bitch craves sex, that's why she has always gotten in trouble. At least whip her ass with your belt. If there are no marks afterward, then you are a wimpy pussy."

Gene laughed and swatted Maddalena lightly on her butt. Let's go get Roland loaded up. Maybe you can use the quiet time in the van to crawl on top of him and cuddle a little bit. I think that would wake him from his coma. I'll wait outside the van."

Maddalena headed outside, she had already decided to follow Gene's advice as she knew it was sound advice to help break the mental coma. "Besides," she thought, "I'm more than ready to get that old goat buried up my pussy. Wonder what he'll think of my new bare pussy and piercings? Hmmm, I better nab a sheet on the way outside. Then, we can lay down undisturbed in the back of the Mercedes."

By this time, Robert had already closed the electro-shock room door behind him. Jeanne still lay atop the naked nurse, her designer dress crumpled up above the narrowest portion of her waist. She moaned and looked over her shoulder at him. Robert smiled down at the slut and admired the fat blue neon dildo that Jeanne had stuffed into her own twat while waiting for his return. He silently pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripped it open, and unrolled the thin latex over his throbbing cock. "I'm in charge of the rescue, and I'm the only one that hasn't been laid yet," he complained to himself. "Not counting Roland," he added under his breath. The two-foot long dildo plopped out of Jeanne's greedy pussy with a liquid slurping sound. He placed a thumb on either side of her brown asshole and pulled the cheeks apart strongly. The eight fingers on his hands curled tightly downward, locking his hands in place. Robert's hips rolled around a little before his plum-sized cockhead was aligned with her sopping wet pussy. Jeanne unexpectedly raised her hips and her already loosened cunt seemingly swallowed his knob as if it were alive. A long, drawn out sigh of contentment whispered out of Jeanne's lungs. Robert felt her cunt tighten around his knob and he swore it felt as if he couldn't extract the head from her pussy. Instead, he set his weight carefully and plunged his hips forward as hard as he could, driving his rock-solid nine-inch bar of fuckmeat all the way to her cervix.

Jeanne Heath grunted; even the experienced cock whore that she was, she was unable to accept the unyielding rod of dick without some discomfort. To compensate, she automatically wriggled her hips in a tight circle while raising her ass up into the buried dick with all her might. The hard head of the cock thumped against her cervix and Jeanne sighed again. "God, you feel great. Please, … don't pull back yet. Push in as hard as you can. I want to feel your nutsacks trying to get into my wet pussy."

Robert's dick lurched at the slut's comments. "Fuck!" Robert exclaimed aloud. "You are the most experienced piece of ass I've ever fucked, … tight and with talented muscles." It was easy to follow the whore's advice; it felt so good to be fully buried in her hot interior, that he didn't want to diminish the wonderful sensations. The feelings from Jeanne's talented pussy as it milked his fully buried dick exceeded the sensations of a cock wildly fucking in and out of a tight pussy. Robert was beginning to think he would explode without ever beginning a true fucking motion.

Jeanne was in another world; the place she loved to drift into while experiencing great sex. The man's hard bar of a cock was plenty for her. "It is so wonderful," she moaned. "Yesss, … yess, … yes! Oh, fuck me!" Suddenly, Jeanne's static hips changed from simply humped up against his heavy body to a wildly gyrating, hip blurring, fuck that put a belly dancer to shame.

Caught fully unawares by the aggressive hip motion and forced deep cunt stirring by his cock, Robert Morgan lost control of his barely restrained climax and his creamy jism exploded out of his cock. The condom filled with spurt after spurt of cum. The equally sudden subsurface contractions of Jeanne's belly, ass, and inner organs once again sucked at Robert's slowly softening dick.

Robert let go of the vise-like grip on her ass cheeks and he said, "You cheated me whore. I wanted to fuck more. That clasping, greedy asshole of yours was to be my next target. But, we'll have time for more later. Hand me the nurse's panties."

Jeanne shook herself alert. The big cock reaming her pussy had dulled her attention. She had a hard time focusing on anything except more sex. The sopping wet panties had been spit out onto the exam table beside her own sticky ones. She grabbed the spit covered pair and reached backward to hand them over.

"She can't see what I'm doing," Robert grinned to himself as he squeezed the contents of the just-used condom onto the panties. He folded everything up into a tight square and dredged the silk panties through her sopping wet pussy folds and cum-clumped pubic hair before jamming the slimy bundle into her pussy. Robert joined his two forefingers of his right hand together and forced the black panties deep into her pussy. Robert then leaned forward over Jeanne's body and snatched up her nasty pair of panties. He cupped his hand and brought them against her mouth and nose, holding them in place for long seconds, as if they were a breathing mask. Finally, Robert removed Jeanne's panties from her face and drilled them deep into her gapping cunt, beside the nurse's own panties.

"Gene, buddy. You still there?" Robert said, his breath portraying his still rapidly beating heart from the short, but extremely satisfying sex.

"Yeah, still here. How long we gonna keep up this voyeuristic shit?" he answered. "By the way," he laughed, "sounds like you took the oldest Heath pussy for a test drive."

"No shit!" Robert laughed back. "This is one talented piece o' ass. Even with her age, I think this one is a keeper. She'll keep my nutsacks from feeling any pressure buildup from backed up sperm. She is outta your league buddy!"

"We'll talk money later on," Gene responded wryly. "In the meantime, can you tuck your limp lizard away and join us; we're ready to go now."

"Roger," Robert responded. He turned back to the contented Heath woman. Robert aimed a calloused hand at her right ass cheek and let loose a stinging blow. "Let's go slut!!"

Walking down the corridor on the way out of the asylum, Robert was astounded at how cuddly and submissive the Heath woman was acting toward him. Since her capture and anal rape, she had exhibited no sign of her normally haughty, superior attitude. Instead, she had almost eagerly complied with every task she was given. "The woman is a natural submissive slut," he marveled. "I've never seen anything like it. The silly cunt is one of the best fucks I have ever heard of, and she likes being told what to do."

Robert cupped one of the slender woman's ass cheeks possessively and she practically purred at him. "Are you ready to go at it again?" he asked.

"Honestly," she murmured, "I would prefer a hot shower and a long soaking bath. But, … if you wanted it, I'd go down on my knees here in the hallway. Whatever, you want, … and I mean it."

"You know that I beat my sluts if they don't respond to training or follow rules?" Robert asked the sexually insatiable woman.

"I don't like pain or discomfort; but you already know, I fuck like a mink in heat. None of it is fake either. That's one reason I hate Daddy so much."

"What do you mean?" Robert asked.

"I was in heaven when I ran away to Europe," she responded dreamily. "Sure, I abandoned my babies; I never pretended to be a good mom. I lived in a commune and got sex five or six times a day. It was the best time of my life. Then, Daddy had his goons drag me home. It's not like I was on drugs or alcohol; I'm just addicted to sex. I'm a slut and I know it. Daddy kept me on a short leash and it was driving me crazy."

Robert pondered what the woman said. He was rethinking his decision to keep the woman for himself. "Yeah," he told himself, "she's probably a more enthusiastic fuck than any of my other women; but she would sour fast in a cell, only getting laid once or twice a week." Robert paused in the hallway and gently pushed Jeanne Heath up against the wall. He body molded itself to his form. He grabbed her face strongly between his hands and looked deep into her soul. "Either she is the best actress in the world, or she really is a compliant fuckbunny."

"Jeanne," he said a little menacingly, "you know your Dad is in a bad way. Gene St. James and Maddalena Camillo are leaning toward extremely harsh punishment for you. Especially given what your little brats have done."

"Wwhat, do you mean?" she stuttered. "Yes, I'm responsible for Daddy. That creep Dustin Woods got out of control once I succumbed and fucked him. After that, well, every time I came over here, that maniac got me turned to sex. I couldn't help myself. But, … the kids, ... what have those idiots done?"

"The twins got way out of control," Robert responded. "You never noticed, but they kidnapped Maddalena right after you sequestered your Dad away here. Then, they spent about a week torturing her before they started to get restless." Robert let his hands drift away from her face before he bruised her. "Do you know anything about how your family originally became rich?"

Jeanne just shook her head from side to side.

"Your ancestors were African slavers." he told her bluntly. "They brought hundreds of boatloads of captured savages to a brutal life here in America. Then, after the Civil War, they specialized in more expensive stock. Your family had the most renowned White Slaver business in the New World for over eighty years. That is, until your grandfather shut down the business about twenty-five years ago."

She stared dumbfounded at him, unable to put it all together. "BBut, … but, I'm thirty-nine." She stammered.

Robert rubbed his crotch against hers and said, "Yes, your Mother was your Daddy's favorite slave. When he shut down the business, he half-way freed your Mother. I think you take after her. No offense, but you are a natural-born slut. I can see why your parents were driven crazy. They should have never given you the option of making your own decisions."

"Yes," she purred, enjoying the thought of having the genetic heritage of a sexslave. "There is little doubt that I'm a slut. I'm not happy without lots of sex; dreamy slow sex, fast furious fucking, oral sex, anal sex, even lesbian sex. You already figured it out, give me lottsa sex and I'll do anything you want, act anyway you want, and be happy about it too." She reached down to fondle his cock, it was already swelling in response to her lush body draped across his front. Then she paused. "But, the problem is that my kids do things cause they're evil. I do bad things because I'm weak. What did they do?"

"They branded Maddalena after torturing her for days. Then, deciding she wasn't enough fun, they went out and kidnapped a group of high school teenagers on an athletic trip. Jeanne, they kidnapped and whipped four kids under eighteen years old."

To Jeanne's credit, she was horrified. "You have to let them go," she hissed. The training collar calculated that the end of her demand was too loud; it shocked her brutally. Only Robert's hold on her kept her upright. She struggled to recover and she crept up to put her face to his. "Please," she begged, "punish me for what I did, but let those teenagers go. You have to stop those girls before someone gets hurt."

Robert couldn't help but laugh quietly in her horrified face. "You better be careful, girl. Most folks would consider you guiltier than your young kids. Your Dad might still die from all this. Remember, this wouldn't have happened except you acted on those brats' plan."

"Well," she sobbed quietly, "I may be a useless whore, but I've always been responsible for my actions. What can we do to make it right?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "We'll decide on your fate later. Right now you need to know that your twins have been caught and are now in exactly the same situation they placed the teenagers. I'll figure out a way to get them back home. What do you think about your bodyguard buddy, Rafael Domatto?"

"Hhe, … he took advantage of me like everyone else. Once I fucked him, he wouldn't stop coming after me. The horny toad thought he could horn in on my families money. He even nailed me in front of the asylum head nurse, Mary Alice Sheridan. Later, she wouldn't leave me alone either. Really, I was trying to find a way to get better treatment for Father."

"Jeanne Heath," Robert said matter of factly, "you are too dangerous to have running around loose. You can't control your sex life and your family was so filthy rich, everyone wanted your ass and your money. If what you say about your kids is true, they were ready to start more mischief they you."

"I don't care about the kids," she said. "They are old enough to be responsible for paying for their own poor judgment. Same with me; I'll do whatever you decide."

"Robert," Gene shouted in his ear, "stop delaying and come on. We gotta get going before shift change. Don't forget the head nurse, Mary Alice Sheridan. You wanted to catch her at home."

Robert grabbed Jeanne's arm and took off at a fast clip toward the asylum entry. Gene was right, he was dawdling. He knew better than to develop a plan as he went. It seemed that nothing was working out as he visualized on this trip. Enroute to the car he whispered to Gene, "Did you hear our conversation?"

"Roger that! And, it was interesting. I want her more than ever."

"About that, …" Robert responded. "Would you keep only the one slut, or would you have others?"

"Guess you don't know me that well, Robert," he answered. "I'm a one-woman man. Sure, she'd be my sexslave, but I don't like complications. It would be as if we were married in a way. Guess that sounds sappy."

"Hmmm," Robert responded, "I'm rethinking my comment to you about keeping the slut. She needs a strong hand, I can provide that; but she also needs lots of sex. You're the only horny Billy Goat I know that would focus sole attention on the one slut. Me, I've got five or six that need fucking plus whatever sexing I have to do to the ones in training. I'm afraid I'd ruin the bitch's perfect submissive attitude."

Despite Robert's whispering, Jeanne heard every word of the one-sided conversation. She was thrilled to be discussed like a piece of worthless fuckmeat. Her response was to grab onto Robert's arm and lean her head against his shoulder. The two walked out of the asylum looking like two lovers out for a romantic stroll.

Robert couldn't help but think life was great. He had already taken in over 1.1 million dollars in cash on this easy job, plus he still had first rights on any of the product he acquired. So far he knew with certainty that he would keep the two twins and he was now equally sure that he would part with Jeanne for a reasonable fee to the constantly horny executive secretary. The only problem was finishing the job by getting Roland to recover, kidnapping the asylum nurse, and returning the teens to their homes. "Yes," he said aloud as he pushed Jeanne face-first onto the middle row of bench seats in the Mercedes and plundering her lush ass with his hands, "life is fucking great."

Jeanne Heath, the former international jetsetter, heiress, and master technician of sex, grunted in pleasurable agreement.

"Yes," they thought in unison, "life is fucking great."

--- To Be Continued ---

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