The Perfect Family – A Thanatos Tale

The Perfect Family – A Thanatos Tale – Part One

 

Note:  This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

 

“A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.”                                                                                                                                                -- Alexander Pope

 

 

Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly suckles from her milk-swollen left breast.  A moment later, the beautiful blonde woman grunts as her son plunges his seven-inch cock deep into her pussy.  Andy is her oldest son.  He’s been sucking her tits for fifteen years and fucking her for three.  Larissa, attracted by the sound of loud gagging, turns her head and looks at the other side of the king-sized bed where her husband has his cock buried to the balls in the mouth of Anne, Andrew’s twin sister.  The girl is lying on her back.  Oliver Monroe is straddling his daughter’s shoulders and leans forward, using his arms to brace himself against the rosewood headboard.  Anne’s blue eyes bulge as she struggles to breathe around the fleshy pole whose bulbous head plugs her throat every time her father thrusts down on her.  Her chin and cheeks gleam wetly as a sticky solution of her own saliva and her father’s pre-cum leaks from the corners of her mouth.  The naked teen can do little to resist her father’s assault.  She’s lying on her arms that have been bound together from wrists to elbows in a leather bondage sleeve. As Larissa gazes at her oldest daughter, she was once again amazed by how much the girl resembles her at that age.  She, too, was only fifteen when her father introduced her to Oliver Monroe, the man who is her husband – and master….

 

Sixteen years ago Larissa Holmes was still attending Our Lady of Perpetual Misery School for young Catholic girls.  When she arrived home one afternoon her mother, Mary, told her mother to go up to her room and change out of her uniform and then come down to help set the table.  Father was bringing home an important client.  Louis Holmes was a prominent attorney in the Midwestern U.S. city where the family resided.

 

The young girl went upstairs and stripped off her white blouse, knee-length kilt and the rest of her clothing for she intended to take a quick shower before going downstairs to help with dinner.  Standing in front of her full-length mirror, Larissa gazed critically at herself.  Just under five feet, six inches in height, the teen was slender with shapely legs.  She had the face of an all-American angel.  Shoulder length blonde hair that fell in loose ringlet around a round face.  Wide set blue eyes and a small straight nose complemented a wide mouth whose full pink lips parted to reveal perfect white teeth.  Like most pretty teenaged girls, Larissa chose to concentrate on the one physical characteristic that bothered her – her breasts.  She thought that they were too large.  Despite their size her breasts didn’t sag.  She wore a 36 DD bra and sometimes even found that size too tight.  Her well-defined aureoles were adorned with thick, long nipples. During cold weather, or when sexually aroused, her swollen nipples grew to more three quarters of an inch in length.  Shaking her head ruefully, Larissa let her eyes drop to her pussy.  Sparse blonde hair did little to hide her puffy cunt lips. Her pink clitoris peaked our from between the folds of blemish-free flesh.  Her hand began to move towards that love button, but the dutiful teenager remembered that a guest was coming over and she had to help her mother get ready.  Instead of masturbating, she went into her bathroom and turned on the shower.

 

Fifteen minutes later, Larissa, came into the kitchen where her mother was basting a stuffed leg of lamb. 

 

“MMmm… smells yummy, Mom,” Larissa said.

 

Smiling, Mary Holmes returned the meat to the oven and told her daughter to come with her into the dining room to finish setting the table.  As they worked, Larissa asked whom Daddy was bringing home.  Her mother told her it’s a man named Oliver Monroe and that he is the oldest son of Randolph Monroe, a man who went from a merchant seaman to the owner of one of the largest fleets of oil tankers in the world.  In addition to ships, the Monroe Empire consisted of numerous and diverse companies from book publishing to diamond mines.  The old man recently retired and left running the conglomerate in the capable hands of his son, Oliver.

 

“I understand that his sole business interest is some sort of hobby farm,” said her mother.

 

Larissa was impressed and a little nervous.  While her father was a very successful attorney and their lives were quite comfortable, they did not have near the wealth of the Monroe’s.  He might  have seen them as peasants.  She didn’t need to worry.  At seven o’clock, her father arrived home with his client.  As soon as the fifteen-year-old set eyes on the man, her heart started pounding.  Oliver, Monroe, who appeared to be in his mid-forties, was tremendously handsome.  She racked her brain for a moment to try to remember whom he looked like.  Her hours of watching old movies paid off when she realized that their guest looked remarkably like Tyrone Power.  Tall and fit with a relaxed manner, he quickly ingratiated himself to Larissa and her parents.  His modest ways and boyish charm belied the fact that he controlled one of the largest privately owned network of corporations in the world.  Several times during dinner his eyes locked with Larissa’s and she felt she was going to faint.  At the end of the evening, as they said their goodbyes in the foyer, he surprised both Larissa and her parents when he asked permission to see the blonde teenager again the next day.  Despite the disparity in their ages, her Mr and Mrs Holmes were so charmed by the man that they agreed.

 

The next few weeks were like a wonderful dream.  Every day Larissa would leave school to find Oliver waiting for her in his red vintage ’53 Jaguar XK120SE convertible sports car.  He’d had it flown in from his home in Florida when he decided to spend some time with the teenaged beauty.

 

Although relatively mature for her age, the girl at first was afraid that he’d think her too callow and unsophisticated to maintain his interest in her.  It didn’t take long to realize that this appeared not to be the case at all.   One weekend they flew in his private jet to California where he taught her to surf.  On Saturday night they stayed at his beach house in Malibu.  The whole time he was a perfect gentleman, offering her the guest bedroom to sleep in.  With mixed emotions, Larissa took him up on his offer although she realized that she was very attracted to him and, even though she was a virgin, she would not resist if he tried to make love to her.  In fact part of her heart wished he would. 

 

The next weekend they flew to New York where he took her to several Broadway shows.  That weekend they stayed at his penthouse overlooking Central Park.  As they stood on the balcony under a full moon, looking at the Milky Way of city lights across the park, he caressed her cheek and kissed her gently.  She responded to his kiss so he tentatively inserted his tongue into her mouth.  In their growing passion, Larissa pressed her body against him.  Through their clothes, she could feel his swollen cock against her belly.  No doubt he could feel her nipples harden under her thin bra.  He cunt moistened and she would have given herself to him then and there.  However, it was he who broke off the embrace and bid her good night with a rueful smile.  She spent the night alone in the guest room.  The pretty girl lay awake staring at the ceiling for an hour.  She finally masturbated herself to sleep.

 

By the end of the month, Oliver Monroe formally asked Larissa’s parents for their daughter’s hand in marriage.  At first her mother protested.  After all her daughter was only fifteen.  Mary had married Louis Holmes when she was very young and she gave birth to Larissa when she was only nineteen.  In fact, Oliver might be a couple of years older than her husband.  However, Oliver was so charming and Larissa appeared so much in love that she relented.  Her husband, probably thinking of the billions his daughter would be marrying into, was less reluctant to object.  After both parents agreed to the marriage Oliver told them that he was publicity shy and, because of Larissa’s youth, didn’t want to fall prey to the gossip columns.  He proposed that they marry quietly in a very small wedding at the Holmes’s church. 

 

During the next few days, Larissa’s father spoke to his future son-in-law about her education.  She was a brilliant student and intended to go to university.  Oliver said that he fully supported the idea and would buy a home near whatever university she decided to attend.  Larissa, who sat beside her fiancé, was thrilled to hear this. 

 

A week later they were married – Prince Charming and an American princess. 

 

The happy couple said goodbye to her parents on the church steps and flew off to the Monaco, where they boarded one of the family yachts – the Memento Mori.  The black-hulled motor yacht was so large that it could accommodate a small helicopter on its rear deck.  It had a crew of ten to look after every need of the newlyweds.  That night Oliver made love to his new wife gently and with great tenderness.  He seemed almost sorry that he had to cause her slight pain when his rather large cock swept away her hymen.  Ever the gentleman, he controlled himself until she experienced several orgasms before he allowed himself to cum.

 

For a month they sailed the Mediterranean, stopping in Italy and the Greek islands as well as the some of the ports of North Africa.  On the fifth week of the cruise, Oliver announced to his wife that it was time to go home.  He was anxious for her to meet his father.  Larissa had talked to the old man on the phone and he seemed genuinely delighted that his son had found a wife.

 

The yacht left the Mediterranean and headed northeast through the Dardanelle Straits and, after stopping for a day in Istanbul, continued into the Black Sea.  After a few more days, the boat arrived at Monroe Island, the family’s private island off the coast of Turkey.  As the boat tied up to the wharf, Oliver asked Larissa to join him in luxurious cabin.  Larissa noticed that three large members of the crew were already there when they arrived. 

 

Oliver turned to his bride and said, “Larissa, my dear, before we disembark, I want to make sure you look your best when you meet my father.  He’s got rather peculiar tastes in women’s outfits and you’d please him mightily if you are wearing one when you meet him for the first time.”

 

The fifteen year-old, who was wearing a very expensive cruise ensemble that Oliver had bought her when they were in Italy, thought that what she was already wearing was fine, but agreed to indulge her husband.

 

Somewhat puzzled, she said.  “If it will make you and your father happy, I’ll wear whatever you want.”

 

With a smile, Oliver turned to one of the crewmen and ordered him to bring in her special outfit.  The man departed and Larissa wondered why the other two men remained in the room.  After a moment, the first man returned carrying a small suitcase.  He handed it to Oliver who put it on the large bed.  Grinning from ear-to-ear, he stepped aside and told her to open it.  She did.  With a puzzled expression, she looked at Oliver. 

 

“I don’t understand,” she murmured.

 

Inside the suitcase were several coils of rough hemp rope of various widths, a knife and several rubber bands.  Ignoring her perplexed look, Oliver signaled to the three men who approached the beautiful teen, grabbed her and tore off her clothing.  She cried and struggled but they were much too strong for her.  They threw her on the bed and held her still while her husband tried to explain the finer details of her outfit.  Unfortunately her loud shouts of protest kept interrupting him until one of the men balled up the panties that she had been wearing and shoved them in her mouth.  He then cut a length of rope and tied it around her head, making sure that it viciously pulled back the corners of her mouth.

 

“That’s better,” sniffed Oliver.  “As I was about to explain, father is a huge fan of the art of Japanese rope bondage.”  He reached down and tweaked the nipple on her right breast.  “He’ll be delighted to meet you with your breasts bound in the shinju shibari, or ‘pearl’ design.  Fortunately, your tits are so large that they lend themselves to a unique, if somewhat more painful method of bondage that that used on the small-breasted Japanese women.”

 

The three men, who were obviously expert in the cruel art of rope bondage, worked quickly.  One of them cut lengths of rope while the other two applied them.  The first thing they did was tie Larissa’s ankles and wrists to the bed posts.  Then, using the narrower strands of rough hemp rope, they formed nooses.  One of the men slipped one noose over the girl’s left breast.  When it lay snugly around the base of her tit, Oliver pinched her nipple and pulled up, stretching her breast.  As he did, the man tightened the noose so that it bit into the flesh of her breast where it sat upon her ribcage.  He tied a knot so that the loop could not loosen.  Right away, the trapped blood in her tit made it begin to throb.  They then applied a similar noose around her right breast.  By the time they finished, her left breast was already turning from pink to red.  Using a thicker rope, they circled both breasts two times in a figure eight pattern.  This put even more pressure on her engorged tits.  They finished the breast bondage by passing a rope under the spot where the figure-eight ropes crossed between her breasts and tied it around her neck.  This pulled her breasts up painfully.

 

Next, one of the men tied a thick length of rope around Larissa’s waist.  Another man loosened her wrists and Oliver pulled her to a sitting position.  Working quickly one of them tied a length of the thickest, roughest rope to the back of the waist cinch, passed it between her legs and jerked up hard, viciously driving the cord into the groove of her ass and pussy.  She grunted in pain as the man then tied the end of the crotch rope to the front of the rope around her waist.  They made her lie down again and refastened her wrists to the bedposts. Oliver then reached into the suitcase and removed a tiny rubber band.  He showed to his bride.  The thick red elastic band was perfectly round and only a quarter inch in diameter.  He handed it to one of the crewmen while he plucked Larissa’s left nipple.  The pain was excruciating although he wasn’t pinching very hard.  Once her fleshy bud was fully swollen, Oliver let go of it and the crewman stretched open the elastic and slipped it over her nipple until it reached the sensitive area where her areola began..  He let go.  A muffle scream erupted from the teenaged bride’s mouth as the elastic squeezed her nipple so tightly that, had it been a bit narrower, it might have actually sliced into her tender flesh.  They then slipped identical elastic around her right nipple.

 

“Get her up,” Oliver ordered coldly.

 

The men untied her arms and legs and dragged her to her feet.  The supported her by her shoulders as she stood in front of her husband with tears streaming down her face.  She was moaning loudly and trying to speak through her panty- stuffed mouth.

 

“Shut up!” her husband ordered.  When she continued to try to speak.  He made an “O” with his middle finger and thumb and flicked his fingernail into Larissa’s swollen right nipple.  She howled in agony.  When she recovered, she did as she had been ordered and stopped trying to speak.

 

“Now,” said Oliver.  “I can continue in peace.  First let me say, dear, that you never looked more beautiful.  I see now why they call that particular type of breast bondage the ‘pearl’.  Your tits have swollen to a nice round hardness hard.  They look like large red pearls.  In an hour or so, they’ll look like purple ones.”  He softly caressed her left tit.  Even that gentle touch caused her to feel horrible pain.  She thought her tits were going to explode.

 

Oliver Monroe continued.  “My father has retired to an estate on this island.  His only real interest is the farm he established as a retirement project.  We’re going to live most of our time here with him.  Of course, I’ll have to travel a lot in order to run the company, but while I’m gone I’m sure Dad will find many ways to keep you occupied.  You’ll probably spend lots of your time down on the farm.”  He grinned, reacting to a secret joke.

 

“You’re no doubt wondering why I’m treating you so ‘differently’ now that we’re home.  Well, Larissa, the honeymoon is over and I can tell you how I really feel about you.  To put it bluntly, you are a worthless cunt.”

 

Larissa couldn’t believe her ears.  Prince Charming was turning into the Beast.

 

He went on.  “The only reason I married you was to add you to my stable of ‘breed cows’.  As soon as I set my eyes on those wonderful tits of yours I figured you’d make an admiral addition to the herd.

 

“Oh by the way, if you have any hopes of escaping or somehow contacting your parents, forget it.  They’re already dead.  They met with an unfortunate highway accident a week after our honeymoon began.”  He smiled cruelly.  “I didn’t want to tell you right away because I was enjoying fucking you and didn’t want you to be distracted by mourning for your mom and dad.  You know, for a recent virgin, you certainly learned to fuck and suck with the enthusiasm of the natural slut you’ve proven yourself to be.”

 

Larissa’s heart sank.  How could her husband to get so much pleasure by gleefully telling her that her beloved parents were dead and then calling her a slut simply because she wanted to please him in bed?

 

Monroe reached out and took her left hand in his.  He slipped off her wedding band and the five-carat diamond engagement ring he’d given her the day before their wedding.  He pocketed them and said that he had something more appropriate to replace them.  He held up a different ring.  It appeared to be made of very thick iron.  She noticed that the inside of the band was lined with small holes.  Instead of a diamond, there was a small red lacquered shield mounted on the ring.  Engraved in gold on the shield was the capital letter “T” with a serpent-like capital “S” wound around the vertical shaft of the first letter.  He slipped the ring onto her finger.  With a smile, he rotated the small shield one hundred and eighty degrees.

 

Larissa shrieked as dozens of sharp, flexible metal needles jutted from the holes lining the inside of the ring and dug into her skin.  She pulled her hand away and looked at her finger.  Small rivulets of blood oozed out from under the ring.

 

“Don’t worry, Bitch,” said Oliver.  “The bleeding will stop soon enough.

 

“Now let’s go see Dad,” he continued.  “I believe he’s waiting on the wharf for us.”

 

Turning to the crewmen he said, “Gentlemen, please get this cunt ready.”

 

Using more coarse rope they bound Larissa’s arms behind her back most painfully.  As one man forced her arms back so that her elbow’s touched, another wrapped several loops of rope around them.  He continued to wrap the rough cord around her downward pointing forearms until her reached her wrists.  Having her arms forced back like that pushed her spectacular breasts out even further than nature and the cruel ropes had already done.

 

Next, Oliver showed her a hinged iron collar with two large rings bolted to opposite side of it.  Like her “wedding” band, the inner surface of the iron collar was lined with holes.  Except that her ring had a single row while her collar had four parallel lines of openings.  Terror filled the teenager.  She struggled vainly while the men held Larissa still.   Her husband fitted the collar around her neck.  It was very tight.  So tight, in fact, that she had difficulty swallowing.  One ring hung from the front of the collar and the other from the back.  Oliver grabbed them and turned simultaneously like keys.  Larissa gasped as more that one hundred tiny needles bit into the soft flesh of Larissa’s throat.  They penetrated to the depth of an eighth of an inch, breaking the skin so that thin ribbons of blood began to ooze out from under the collar and trickle down her back and chest.

 

Oliver clipped dog leash to the front collar ring and tugged his wife forward.  He led her off the yacht.   A large white stretch Hummer idled in the hot sun of the wharf.  It looked more like a bus than a limo.  It had been modified extensively, including raising its roof so that an adult had room to stand up inside the vehicle.  The driver’s window was rolled down revealing the smiling face of a large black man in wearing military type camouflage clothes.  When he saw Oliver he grinned and got out of the vehicle.  He said, “Master Oliver, I’m so happy that you’ve come home.”  He gazed lustfully at Larissa.  “And with such a pretty bride.  What magnificent purple tits.”

 

“Well, John,” said Oliver.  “It’s great to be home and, yes, Larissa is very pretty.  I’m sure you’ll have a chance to fuck her very soon.”

 

Larissa couldn’t believe her ears. 

 

“I’m looking forward to burying my dick in every hole in her body,” laughed the driver. “You’re father is waiting for you and your new cow in the car.  He’s brought some of your family with him.”

 

The chauffeur opened up a door immediately behind his own.  He then got behind the wheel and the large limousine slowly pulled away from the dock. 

 

Oliver stepped in and pulled Larissa in after him.  The vehicle had a polished mahogany floor.  Four white leather seats ran along each side of the long SUV.  At the very back of the vehicle was a leather bench seat.  As Oliver called out a greeting to his father, who sat in the center of the bench seat, Larissa studied the people who sat in the facing each other in the seats that ran along the sides of the large car.  On her left sat four men.  They looked like younger versions of Oliver and were obviously his brothers.  Ranging in age from early teens to mid-twenties, they were dressed in a variety of expensive shirts and pants and all wore black leather boots.  The only remarkable thing about their clothing was the fact that each one’s pair of pants was fitted with a removable codpiece.  In recognition of the occasion of meeting their new sister-in-law, each one had his removed to reveal his large semi-erect cock.

 

If that weren’t shocking enough to the gentle sensibilities of a newlywed, the persons occupying the seats across from the men almost made her faint.  Four naked women, whose ages seemed to match the man or youth sitting opposite, were bound to their seats. Each beautiful woman’s forearm rested on an armrest that had been fitted with a built-in chrome-plated manacle that held her wrist tightly in place.  Similar manacles fitted into the base of their seats wrapped around their ankles, forcing them to sit with legs spread.  Each had a large red ball gag held in her mouth by a black leather strap.  As she proceeded between the two groups, Larissa glanced at the occupant of the first seat.  The captive bride noticed a low whirring sound coming from the side of the SUV occupied by the women.  Looking closely between the legs of the first girl, she was appalled to notice that a large red dildo was rhythmically fucking her pussy.  The dildo would disappear completely into the seat of the chair and then emerge, pushing itself at least eight inches into the young girl’s cunt.  A clear puddle of pussy juice rested on the leather seat between the girl’s legs.  Each female’s tits were at least as large as Larissa’s.  They too were in bondage, but of a simpler kind.  Rubber bands bit tightly into the base of each woman’s breast while tiny elastics, similar to the ones currently torturing Larissa, squeezed the base of each woman’s nipple.  Despite the constriction caused by the elastics, milk dripped from the nipples of the two older women.

 

When Larissa looked at men, each one smirked at her obscenely and began stroking his cock.  She blushed in embarrassment.  Oliver dragged his reluctant bride down the aisle of the vehicle, greeting each brother on the way to where his father waited eagerly to greet his new daughter-in-law.   Larissa noticed that all the women had dildoes churning rhythmically in and out of their hairless pussies.

 

“Dad,” said Oliver with a smile.  “Meet my blushing bride,” he laughed.  “At least her tits are blushing.”

 

Randolph Monroe appeared to be in his late seventies.  He was a cadaverous looking man with gray wrinkled skin and a skull-like face.  His large yellow teeth sat behind thin, dry lips.  The whites of his eyes were almost as yellow as his teeth.  To Larissa’s horror, the old man was naked except for a pair of expensive sandals.  He stared at her with such intensity that she felt like he was running his tongue rather than his gaze all over her body.  He seemed even older than he was because of the two individuals who occupied the chairs flanking his.  To his right was a very handsome blonde boy, no older than thirteen.  Like the old man, he was naked.  He lounged back lazily on his seat and slowly stroked his cock.  On the seat to the old man’s left knelt a pretty blonde, naked girl.  She also appeared to be thirteen years of age.  Her breasts were just beginning to swell, as were her hips.  Larissa noticed that a silver ring had been inserted into the left lip of her hairless pussy.  A silver collar was fastened to her throat and silver manacles graced her wrists and ankles.  She had the face of the saddest angel in the heavens.  She was bent over, stroking Randolph Monroe’s cock with her small right hand.

 

The old man looked Larissa in the eye and said, “Welcome to the family, Cunt.  Oliver was not exaggerating when he told me how beautiful you are.  I find the latticework of blood on your breasts rather attractive.”  Looking at Oliver he said. “I see you’ve used the needle collar on her.  Good.  The sooner a spoiled cunt like her is introduced to pain, the better.”

 

The fifteen-year-old stood in bewildered silence until her husband grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and forced her down on her knees.

 

“Kneel to your betters, Bitch!” hissed Oliver.  “Now listen carefully while your father-in-law explains some of the new fact of your miserable life.”

 

Larissa could hear one of the women behind her moan softly as the fucking machine invading her pussy brought her to orgasm.  Despite this, her attention was fully on the ugly old man in front of her.

 

“Well, Larissa,” he began.  “Let me tell you how it is.  You see it’s really quite simple.  Even a dumb cunt like you should be able to remember this:  All the women of my extended family are slaves whose purpose is to produce children and to satisfy the males in the family.  In fact most of the women on this island are slaves.  That’s all.”

 

He glared balefully at Larissa and continued speaking.  “You might have noticed that Oliver’s brothers and sisters appear to be paired by age.  That’s no accident.  One of my companies is doing wonderful research in female fertility.  It’s made remarkable advances in the field of twins.  You, like all the other human cows in the family, will produce twins.  You will receive genetically altered sperm, donated by myself and the men of my family but also by donors who belong to a Society of which I am a proud member.  There is a ninety-nine percent certainty that you will give birth to fraternal twins -- a boy and a girl.  The boy will be raised as the superior being he is and the little cunt will either be kept here as a slave or be sent to one of the Thanatos Society establishments that always need young female flesh to operate.  More about that later.

 

“Now don’t think that artificial insemination to make you pregnant will mean you won’t get fucked.  I assure you that you will get fucked and fucked often.  You’ll get drilled in every hole you can think of and probably a few you can’t.  In fact no woman or girl is permitted to refuse to do whatever a man on this island tells her to whether it’s me or my sons and grandsons or one of my employees.  Hell, if one of my wolfhounds wants to mount you, you’ll get down on your knees and spread your legs to him.  Right, Seraphina?”

 

The little girl, stroking his cock blushed and silently nodded her head.

 

Addressing Oliver, the old man said, “Last week, little Seraphina had her first non-human fuck.” 

 

Nodding affectionately at the lad on his right he went on.  “Her brother, Sastor here, had ordered her to suck his pet German shepherd’s cock.  Well, one thing led to another and the next thing you know the dog has her on her hands and knees and is fucking her with his big red pecker.  The scratches you see on her back are from his claws.  Nice to see their healing well.  But, Oliver you should have seen them. God, you would have laughed. The dog’s cock ballooned up so much that he couldn’t get it out of this little slut’s pussy after he’d finished cumming inside her.”  The old man began to wheeze and laugh.  “For twenty minutes Rover dragged her around with him like they were Siamese twins joined at the genitals.  I couldn’t stop laughing.  The dog walking forward, dragging his little human bitch backwards on her hands and knees.  Dog spunk leaking down her thighs…. what a sight!”

 

“I wish I had been here to see it,” Oliver responded.

 

“Don’t worry, you will,” replied his father.  “I got one of those new-fangled video cameras and had the whole thing recorded.  It’s a riot to watch.”

 

As he spoke, the humiliated young girl continued to stroke her grandfather’s cock.  The back of her hand glistened with the old man’s pre-cum as it oozed steadily from the tip of the bulbous cock-head.  Sastor smiled and remarked that his grandfather’s cock was the same angry reddish purple color as Larissa’s swollen tits.

 

The old man nodded and absently reached over to his granddaughter and fondled her bum with his dry, calloused hand.

 

“But I digress,” he remarked.  “I was telling Slave Larissa here about her bright future.  Where was I…?  Oh yes, I remember.  The principal difference between men and women is the fact that men have cocks.  Old Freud knew what he was talking about when he wrote about ‘penis envy’.  Christ, you never hear anyone talking about ‘pussy envy’ do you?”  The old man guffawed as slapped Seraphina playfully on her butt.

 

“Since it is a given that men are superior to women, and a given that the principle difference between the two are the aforementioned penis, it is only right that a woman worship a man’s cock.

 

“Now one of the best form of cock-worship is to suck it,” he continued.  “I know from my son that you quickly learned to “worship” his dick with your sweet mouth during your honeymoon.  He told me that you not only ‘played the flute’, but that you also ‘swallowed the music’ rather eagerly.

 

“Well, Larissa,” he went on.  “I’m going to give you the opportunity here and now to worship the cocks of Oliver and four of his brothers.  To motivate you, I’m going to have you compete with little Seraphina here.  You have to suck five cocks until they cum in your mouth.  This little girl only has to suck my old dick until I cum in hers.  Now, Larissa I want you to take a glass with you and drool my boys’ cum into it.  If you bring it back and place it on the floor in front of me before I cum in Seraphina’s mouth you will be the winner.  If she makes me cum before you return, then she wins.

 

“I can hear you thinking to yourself, that’s not fair.  I have to suck five cocks and she has to suck only one.  Well, let me assure you that the contest is even.  You see it’s been a while since I took my Viagra so Seraphina here will have quite a challenge on her hands, or should I say in her mouth.

 

“Now a contest usually rewards the winner.  If you win, Slave Larissa, I’ll have Oliver remove the ropes and elastics around your titties and nipples.  If Slave Seraphina wins, I won’t hang her from her thumbs and beat her ass with a tennis racket for ten minutes like I’d planned to do this evening.  In addition I’ll let her an undisturbed night alone in a comfortable feather bed in the house rather than in her cage.”

 

The old man told his grandson to go to the built-in cabinet beside the bar and get a small glass.  After he did, Randolph Monroe told him to set it on the floor in front of Larissa. He then instructed him to remove Larissa’s gag.  As soon as he removed the rope, she spit out her panties which were now soaked with her saliva.  She dropped them to the floor and the thirteen-year-old boy quickly recovered them.  She could not imagine what he intended to do with them. 

 

“OK, Cunt,” he said.  “I want you to take that glass with you.  Every time one of my boys drops his load in your mouth, you are to drool it into that glass.  When you are finished, bring the glass to me.  If you show your disrespect for cock by spilling a drop of precious cum, I will use your tits like an ashtray when we get home.”

 

Turning to the boy, the old man said.  “I haven’t forgotten you, Sonny.  I want you to stand beside your sister while she sucks my cock.  You are to masturbate, but try not to cum.  If you cum before I give permission, you won’t get to use your nasty needles on your sweet sister for a month.  I know you were planning your little experiment tonight.”

 

“That’s not fair, Grandpa,” the boy protested.

 

“It might seem so to you now,” the old man responded.  “But when you’re older, you’ll thank me for your ability to control your cock and not let it control you.”

 

“You’re right, Grandpa,” the boy relented. “ But here’s an idea.  If I cum only when you say so, can I have Seraphina tonight?  Last month, I had thirty needles in each of her tits, two in each nipple and six in each of her outer pussy lips before she passed out when I stuck a needle in her clitoris.  That was my mistake.  I didn’t even start on her ass.  I’m sure I can use a hundred needles on her as long as I stay away from her clitty until needle number one hundred.”

 

Larissa couldn’t believe her ears.  Here was a handsome lad asking his granddad if he could administer horrible torture his own sister as casually as if he were asking permission to help her with her homework.  She was even more astonished when the old man readily agreed to his grandson’s suggestion.  However, he said that the boy could only use fifty needles and none in her clit, if Seraphina won the cocksucking contest.  Seraphina was listening to this as well but -- ever the good little sex-slave -- she did not miss a beat stroking her granddad’s cock.  However, Larissa did notice the young girl shudder in horror at her brother’s evil plan.

 

“OK, let’s begin,” said Randolph Monroe.  “Slut Larissa, start with your husband and then go down the row of his brothers.  Remember to bring the glass with you and to drool their cum into it.  Oh! By the way, if you finish before I pop, take the time to suck up the puddles of cunt juice on the seats of the women and add that to the glass.  Then bring it back to me.  Now go!  …and stay on your knees, Bitch.”

Larissa bent low and picked up the glass with her teeth walked on her knees to her husband who was standing to the side between his father and brothers.  She bent low again and placed the glass on the floor beside her.  She looked up at him imploringly and he only grinned down at her.  He refused to open his fly.  With her arms bound painfully behind her back, she had to use her teeth, to undo his belt buckle, unsnap his jeans and pull down his zipper.

 

Meanwhile, thirteen-year-old Seraphina was kneeling between her ancient grandfather’s legs.  Six inches of the old man’s semi-erect cock were in the hot, moist confines of her mouth.  She could feel it slowly getting harder.  Hope arose in her heart.

 

The four brothers were watching Seraphina at work.  She knelt with her knees spread at shoulder-width.  The men could clearly see her soft, plump pussy flesh nestled under her slightly spread buttocks.  Each brother could remember a time when they had their cocks deep into their niece’s tight asshole that they could see between the perfect halves of her bum cheeks.  The fact that this sight alone didn’t make them cum was testimony to their ability to control their cocks.

 

By now, Larissa had her husband’s cock in her mouth.  During their honeymoon, she learned quickly what pleased him.  After deepthroating him, she slowly moved her head back, gently scraping her teeth along the top and bottom of the shaft of his engorged cock.  She stopped when her teeth got to the base of his cock head.  She then closed her lips and sucked mightily.  With a groan, Oliver spewed his load onto her tongue. 

When her husband was completely spent, Larissa carefully disengaged herself and bent over the glass so that she could drool the pearly slime into it.

 

As she was crawling over to the first of Oliver’s brothers, young Seraphina was slobbering all over her granddad’s cock.  She’d manage to get it fully erect. She now turned her head sideways and licked the old man’s shaft like it was a stick of candy.  Her brother stood beside her, watching.  He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it gently.  The tip of his dick was pointed like a gun at his sister’s head.

 

Larissa took only a few minutes to make the two teenaged brothers cum.  She noted with disgust that the second brother’s cum tasted rather bad.  She didn’t know that certain foods affected the taste of sperm.  By the time she was going down on brother number three, the glass that rested on the floor beside her was two thirds full of slimy semen.  It took her longer to get the third and fourth brother to blast their jism into her mouth.  They were older and had better cock control.  Nonetheless her naturally talented mouth complemented by the wide-eyed innocent eye contact she maintained, let her complete her task while Seraphina was still working desperately to complete hers.

 

Despite the fact that every time she bent over to drool into the small glass brought a spasm of pain to her tortured breasts, she managed to get every drop of cum on target.  As she looked into the glass, she noted with disgust that the consistency of the sperm in it was not the same.  Oliver’s cum was thick and somewhat heavy.  One of the brother’s cum, while copious, was rather like cloudy water.  On her way back to the old man, Larissa remembered to stop between the legs of each of the women and noisily suck up the puddle of cunt juice that lay on the leather seat.  She noted that, like sperm, pussy nectar had different flavors.   The fifteen-year-old girl narrowly avoided disaster as she was sucking up the puddle between the legs of the last girl.  In her enthusiasm born of desperation, she had inadvertently moved her head so close to the captive girl’s crotch that some of her blonde hair got wrapped around the plastic dildo that had been pumping in and out of the girl’s cunt.  The machine pulled her hair into the hole in the seat where it rested momentarily before continuing its relentless rape of the young girl.  Larissa struggled to free it.  Finally, fearing that the thirteen-year-old cocksucker might win before she could return the cocktail of sexual grease to the old man, she jerked her head up, tearing about twenty hairs out of her scalp by their roots.

 

During this time, Seraphina had been concentrating on her grandfather’s balls.  She sucked one into her mouth and gently lapped it with her tongue.  She did the same with the other gray-haired covered testicle before running her tongue along the underside of the old man’s cock shaft.  When she got to the end, she enveloped the cock with her mouth and slid her head down until her nose was tickled by Monroe’s pubic hair.  The tip of his cock was jammed firmly into her throat and she was forced to breathe through her nose.

 

A natural cocksucker, Larissa was finished with the men and women but was having great difficulty moving with the nearly filled glass in her teeth.  She had to proceed at a snail’s pace.  This gave Seraphina enough time to make her granddad blow his wad into her mouth just as Larissa was placing the full glass of cunt and cock juice on the floor beside the old man.  As she knelt on the floor beside the old man’s knee, she watched with fascination and the little girl’s cheeks bulged as she tried to contain the flood of semen in her mouth.  She snorted and a stream of yellow-white cum blew out of her left nostril.  Seeing this, her brother moaned but did not ejaculate.  The young girl straightened up but remained on her knees.  As far as she was concerned the race was too close to call and she hoped to make her grandfather decide in her favor by performing some tricks with the cum in her mouth.  The first thing she did, was simply open her mouth so the old man could see how much of his slime remained in it.  She then reached her thumb and finger into her mouth and pulled out a strand of cock slime as if it were bubble gum.  She managed to stretch it a full ten inches before the strand broke and plopped onto her nearly flat chest.  Next, she dipped each of her forefingers in the puddle in her mouth and smeared cum on her nipples until they glistened.  Finally she put her head back and gargled loudly until foamy bubbles filled her mouth and dripped off her lips.  She then smiled at the old man and open her mouth slightly, letting the cum overflow her bottom lip but just before it escaped, she’s suck it back into her mouth.  She continued this for a few minutes hoping to influence her granddad’s decision regarding the contest as well as hoping that this show would make her brother cum so that she could avoid a night of needle torture, if she lost.

 

The old man ordered her to swallow what was in her mouth, which she did.  Both teenagers knelt before Monroe waiting anxiously to learn which one of them had won.

 

“Before I declare a winner,” he said.  “I’d better let Sastor cum.”  Pointing at Larissa he said, “Come all over that cow’s big tits.”

 

With great alacrity, the youth stood before Larissa, grunted and came.  Slimy ropes of sticky sperm lashed her breasts.  The boy groaned and kept cumming.  She couldn’t believe that such relatively small testicles could produce so much slime.  At last he was finished.  He flicked his cock so that a drop of cum dangling on the tip flew onto Larissa’s cheek.

 

The old man then ordered Seraphina to lick her brother’s cum off of her new auntie’s breasts.  The young girl did as ordered.  She gently began to lick the slime off of Larissa’s swollen orbs like a kitten lapping up milk.  Despite this, each stroke of her tongue caused a wave of pain to radiate through the older girl’s tit.  When the little girl sucked the sperm that dangled from Larissa’s nipples, the teenage bride thought she was going to faint from the pain.

 

When Seraphina was finished, both sex-slaves waited for the old man’s verdict.

 

“Well, sluts, you had very close finish,” he said.  “In fact, it seems to me that I started to cum an instant before Slave Larissa placed the cum glass on the floor.  However, Slave Seraphina, the fact that you blatantly tried to influence my decision through your cum play is inexcusable – although it was rather amusing.  Because you cheated, I’m going to declare the Cunt Larissa the winner.  Congratulations.”

 

Upon hearing his decision, the thirteen-year-old girl burst into tears.  She implored her grandfather to reconsider his decision.

 

Monroe would have none of it.  “Get hold of yourself, bitch!” he hissed.  “Your crying and begging is most annoying.  You lost and that’s the end of it.  Now calm down.”

 

The girl forced herself to stop crying and knelt before her grandfather with her head bent low.

 

“That’s better,” he said.  “You must be thirsty after all that carrying on.  Would you like something to drink?”

 

“Yes, please,” she murmured.

 

“Well then, why don’t you empty that nice glass of boy and girl cum that Larissa so carefully collected?”

 

Reluctantly, Slave Seraphina reached over to pick up the glass.  It was almost full to the brim with the noxious mixture – the cum of nine of her uncles and aunts. Large, thick clumps of congealed sperm floated in a cloudy solution of watery semen and cunt juice. She grimaced as she brought the glass to her mouth.  She made the mistake of inhaling through her nose when it was inches from the glass.  The disgusting ammonia-like smell made her gag.  However, not wishing any more punishment than that she was already going to get for losing the contest and failing to make her brother shoot his wad, she opened her lips and poured the slimy mess onto her tongue.  Her mouth filled and she swallowed.  She was used to the taste of sperm but almost gagged at the lumpy texture.  Her mouth filled again and she swallowed again. She continued until the glass was empty.  She put the glass down and looked hopefully at her granddad.  She burped wetly and a bubble of sex soup formed on her lips, then burst.

 

Randolph Monroe looked at Larissa.  “There’s another thing you should know about cock worship and that is that you must gratefully receive both its products.  Let me demonstrate.”

 

He stood and approached the thirteen year old.  “You still look like you could use a drink, Cunt Seraphina.  Assume the position.”

 

With a look of revulsion the kneeling teen leaned back and supported herself on her arms.  She looked up at the ceiling of the vehicle and opened her mouth wide.  Her grandfather positioned his cock six inches from her open mouth.

 

“Remember, if you fail to swallow every drop, your evening will be more painful than even you can imagine.”  Looking at Larissa, he said.  “Watch and learn.  You’ll be doing this soon enough.”

 

He then aimed carefully and released a fouls yellow stream of piss onto the tongue of his pretty granddaughter.  Her mouth quickly filled with urine but before it overflowed, Seraphina, opened the back of her throat and swallowed the hot piss.  Like an experienced beer drinker who can down a pint of lager in a single gulp, the young girl swallowed all of the old man’s urine.  As the stream slowed to a trickle, Monroe brought tip of his cock closer to the girl until it rested on her tongue.  Although the thought of biting down flashed briefly through the humiliated girl’s mind, she banished it out of fear of the slow and painful death she would suffer.  Instead she closed her mouth around the limp organ and gently sucked out the last few drops of piss.

 

The old man removed his cock and sat back down.  He looked out the window of the vehicle and said that they were almost home.  Larissa had been so stunned that she failed to look outside during the entire horrible ride.  The Hummer pulled up to the front of the Monroe Mansion and Randolph pressed a button on a small console on the side of his armrest.  The pulsating dildoes stopped raping his daughters.

 

“Before we leave, Slut Seraphina,” he said.  “I want you to remember to come to me at seven o’clock tonight.  Because you tried to use your feminine wiles on me and failed miserably, I am not going to hang you by your thumbs and beat our ass with a tennis racket, like I had first threatened.  No.  Instead I will hang you by your big toes and beat your pussy with a split bamboo rod.  Then I will hand you over to your brother so that he can see if he can shove a hundred needles into your flesh before you pass out.”

 

Nodding at the boy, he added.  “Sastor, we don’t want your sister to get an infection so make sure you dip your needles in tincture of iodine before inserting them into your her tender flesh.  Oh yes -- one more thing.  Stay away from your sister’s eyes.  You may pierce her nose and lips, but don’t try to pin her eyelid to her eyebrows.  Finally, be very careful when sticking them in your sister’s pussy.  I expect that, after her beating, her cunt, including her clit, will be rather bruised.”

 

Turning back to the girl, the old man said that she could indeed sleep in the mansion on a comfortable feather bed.  However, she wasn’t to remove any of the needles until morning.

 

Larissa was appalled.  She had no idea that such cruelty existed in the world.  To degrade a thirteen year old girl by making her fuck a dog, by forcing her to suck your cock, by pissing in her mouth, by beating her viciously and then by giving her sadistic brother permission to turn her into a human pin cushion was unbelievable.  However, part of her was thinking better Seraphina than me.  She hoped that the old man would remember his promise to have her bound breasts freed if she won the cocksucking contest.

 

The brothers stood up and went across the aisle to release their slave sisters.  Everyone got out of the vehicle.  Larissa followed her husband toward the front door of the large house.  She looked around and noticed that it was situated on acres of rolling green lawns.  There were large garden’s scattered about the grounds and many stately trees dotted the lawns. 

 

After everyone entered the house, many went on their separate ways.  Randolph told his son to bring Larissa into the study so that he could continue her education.

 

Once in the large study, Randolph took a seat behind a large mahogany desk.  One wall had a large fireplace.  Over the mantle was an oil painting of a beautiful naked woman being flogged by soldiers of ancient Rome.  The artist managed to make the welts on her back look so real that Larissa almost expected to see fresh rivulets of blood trickle down her back. However the much more appalling than the painting were the trophy heads.  Neither deer heads nor mountain goats, these trophies were the preserved heads of women.  Four such horrific trophies flanked the oil painting over the fireplace.  Oliver noticed her staring at them and explained that they were the former wives of his father.  The beautiful brunette on the bottom left was his mother.

 

“Dad had her killed when she could no longer produce children,” Oliver explained with the same emotion he’d reveal if he were describing putting down a sick cat or dog. “She died when I was only fifteen,” he continued.  “But at least I got a chance to fuck her before Dad killed her.”

 

Larissa stared at her husband.  What kind of monstrous family had she married into?

 

Like a robot, the stunned girl looked around the room.  On another wall was a large color photograph in a golden frame.  It appeared to be a picture of the Monroe family, taken a few years earlier.  A younger version of Randolph Monroe stood in the center of the picture flanked by Oliver and eight more of his sons.  In front of each male knelt his naked twin sister.  Kneeling in front of the old man was a girl about the same age as Seraphina.  Each smiling man and youth was clothed but had his cock exposed.  Each one stood close enough to their slave to be able to rest their cock on each girl’s head so that it pointed at the camera.  Larissa noted that the woman kneeling in front of Oliver couldn’t be his twin.  First of all she appeared to be much younger, perhaps Larissa’s own age.  Second of all this beautiful slave was black.  She wondered who she was. 

 

Larissa’s attention was drawn away from the photograph when two large servants came into the room.    The old man reminded his son that he’d promised to unbind Larissa’s breasts.  “While you’re at it,” he continued, “release her arms and remove her crotch rope.”

 

For some reason, the two servants held her tightly as her husband began to take off the ropes.  She wondered why they thought she’d resist.  First Oliver removed the ropes binding her arms.  Next, he removed the crotch rope.  Her pussy lips had been rubbed raw by the coarse hemp.  Finally he removed the ropes binding her breasts.  When he loosened the noose around the base of her left tit, the pain of the trapped blood leaving the engorged organ was excruciating.  When he removed the elastic around her nipple it felt like someone had slammed it in a car door.  Tears flowed from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.  The men let her go and she stood in front of the old man, tenderly supporting her pain-racked breasts with the palms of her hands.  Her husband casually leaned against a corner of the desk.

 

As the pain subsided, Larissa gained some confidence.  The pain and humiliation she had suffered brought her to the boiling point.  She shouted at the old man that he was a bastard and that he’ll never get away with keeping her captive.  In fact all the men on the island could rot in hell.  As she ranted she remembered that the Monroes were responsible for the deaths of her parents.  She dissolved in tears after shouting that she’d make them pay for the murder if it took years.

 

During this tantrum, Randolph calmly stared at his new daughter-in-law.  When she went on about her murdered parents, he broke into a grin.

 

“Shut up, Slave Larissa.  I’ve got good news for you as well as bad.  The good news is that your mother and father are alive and well.  In fact they’re waiting outside to meet you.  The bad news is that they gave you to Oliver in return for memberships in the Thanatos Society.”

 

Larissa was confused.  She was happy to hear that her parents were not dead, but what in the world was the Thanatos Society?  She then remembered the ring that Oliver had locked onto her finger with the initials “TS”.  It must stand for Thanatos Society.

 

“Let’s invite your mom and dad in,” Randolph Monroe continued.  “They’ll want to be hear when I explain what could befall you if you continue to be rebellious..”  He nodded to one of the servants who went to the door of the study and opened it.  Louis and Mary Holmes entered.  Larissa was completely embarrassed.  Not only was she standing naked before her father, but he and her mother were standing nearly naked before her.  They each wore black leather jackboots and black leather S&M harnesses.  Her mother wore a latticework of thin leather straps that exposed her breasts as well as her pussy.  Her father wore a sleeveless leather tunic that began at his neck and ended just above his exposed cock.

 

As they stared at each other – Larissa with shock, her mother with amusement and her father with raw lust – Randolph reminded the teenager about her duty to worship cock.  The teenager blushed as she noticed the reaction of her father’s cock to her nakedness.  She could see it thickening and getting longer.

 

 “Now go and greet your father properly,” Monroe continued.  “That’s right, kneel before him.  Now take his cock in your right hand and lift it gently out of the way so that you can kiss the balls that gave you life….  That’s good.  Now kiss base of his cock and then the tip.  That’s right.  Now kiss the tip like you kiss someone on the mouth…remember to push the tip of your tongue into his piss slit…Oh my, Louis, look how your prick has grown.  Larissa’s father was about to grab his daughter by the back of her head and force his cock down her throat but Randolph told him not to.  There was much to explain to Cunt Larissa.  Skull fucking his daughter was a pleasure that Louis Holmes would have to postpone to another day.

 

“However Louis, since I’d like you to concentrate on what we’re going to tell your slut-daughter, perhaps your good wife can help.”

 

With a smile, Mary Holmes jerked her daughter out of the way and dropped to her knees in front of her husband.  With the expert efficiency borne of years of practice, she drained his cock in less than a minute, while her daughter watched, dumbfounded.  As she stood up, Randolph remarked that it would be good if Mary could share her husband’s precious semen with her daughter.  With a smile, Larissa’s mother walked over to where the teen knelt and, after tilting the girl’s head back and opening her mouth with her thumb, drooled Louis Holmes’s sperm into his only daughter’s mouth.  Larissa gagged it down and began crying again….

 

With a groan, fifteen-year-old Andrew Monroe spews hot sperm into his mother’s cunt.  As he cums he bites down on his Larissa’s nipple, snapping her out of her memories of her first day on Monroe Island.

 

Almost simultaneously, Andrew’s father cums in the mouth of his twin sister, Anne.  The teenaged boy pulls his deflated cock from the warm, wet confines of his mother pussy just as Oliver Monroe pulls his dick out of his daughter’s mouth.  A string of cock and cunt slime is briefly suspended between the lad’s cock head and his mother’s pussy.  A similar string of cock slime briefly connects Anne’s lips to her Dad’s cock.

 

Andrew and Oliver get out of the bed.  Oliver orders his wife and daughter to get up.  “It’s time to go to the breeding clinic, he announces.  I want you both pregnant before the day is done.”

 

Reluctantly, both mother and daughter get out of bed and stand before their masters.  Larissa Holmes has delivered ten sets of twins since marrying into the Monroe family.  Her daughter, Anne, only fifteen, has already given birth to two sets.  She first became pregnant when she was only twelve.

 

Oliver presses a button on the wall and after a few minutes two wranglers come into the room.  One attaches a leash to Larissa’s collar and the other fastens an identical one to Anne’s iron collar.  Larissa has been wearing a collar since the first day she arrived on the island – sixteen years.  When Anne was only six years old, she was fitted with her first collar.  They were replaced as she grew.  Each collar, even the small one for six year-olds were lined with horrific needles.  Randolph Monroe thought it could never be too early to teach a cunt who was master.

 

The wranglers led the two women out of the mansion and onto the back of a truck. 

 

End of Part 1