FAMILY VALUES
By V.P. Viddler
Part 1
"I do admire your dedication," I said to David, gazing at the straining body of
his wife and listening to the moaning, panting sounds she was making as the long
sharp spikes began to dig into her skin, making her arch her exhausted body
still further off the ground.
"Thank you," David said.
"How long does Myra have to go?"
"Oh, only about another hour."
"I don't think she can do it," I said, noting the agonized face and effortfully
straining torso and trembling, taut-muscled thighs.
"But she has no choice," David said.
Myra was gasping with a horrible throaty sound.
"Would you like to strip her?" David said.
"Now?"
"Of course. Isn't it a delicious thought?"
"It is."
"Do it. Think of how Myra's body will look naked, arching and straining and
writhing as she is."
"I can hardly wait," I said.
"And for a final fillip, you can fuck her if you want to."
"You mean--while she's--"
"That's right."
"It would kill her."
"No. I've done it many times. It's hard on her, but Myra has an enormous will to
live. She won't give in."
"But she's practically exhausted right now. I'm afraid if you don't--"
"No, my friend. Don't worry. This is the best time. To watch her fighting for
life, utterly exhausted to the limit, full of pain and agony, and still
fighting, fighting not to collapse. Straining with all her aching, burning
muscles to stay alive, to hold that body in that horribly agonizing but so
beautifully arousing position. It is at such times that I lust for her most.
Isn't that right, Myra?"
Myra said, "Huh. Hauh. Hah. Huhh. Hauh. Auhh. Unnhh. Haaooowww."
"Go ahead," David said. "Strip her. Strip her naked."
But as I was about to do that, David's young daughter came down the stairs.
"Ah," David said. "Do you know my lovely daughter Lisa? Lisa, this is Mister
Dirkson."
"How do you do?" Lisa said, and glanced swiftly from me to Myra to David. And I
saw that Lisa's hands were fastened at her back with a pair of shiny handcuffs.
"Perhaps," David said, "you would enjoy stripping Lisa instead?"
"I would," I said.
"Lisa," David said.
Lisa had swift tears in her eyes. "Please, Daddy," she said.
"Lisa," David said. "You are a lot younger than your mother. You could stay as
she is for twice as long."
Lisa swallowed.
"Go to Mister Dirkson," David said.
"Daddy--"
"On your knees," David said.
Lisa dropped to her knees and crawled awkwardly along the floor toward me, her
hands pulling automatically at the handcuffs, her round full breasts moving
against her blouse, her skirt dragging up on her luscious thighs.
"Stand," I said, and Lisa got up.
Myra's loud gasps inflamed my body.
"Strip for me, Lisa," I said, and I saw David nod approval.
"I can't," Lisa said. "My hands."
"Do it," I said. "You have just twenty minutes. If in that time you are not
utterly naked, I'll ask David to put you in Myra's place and I'll fuck the shit
out of you."
Lisa frantically began to try to strip herself. As I watched her squirming,
twisting, straining gyrations my cock got hard.
"What a body," I said. "I want my cock inside you, Lisa."
David now got down and straddled Myra's body, taking out his dick and placing it
at her lips. "Come on, darling," he said. "Suck it. Open up and suck your
husband's prick, you luscious pain-filled thing you."
And Myra did. Gasping and choking around David's cock as she strained in that
agonizing arch, which still allowed the sharp tips to dig into her taut back.
And Lisa was sobbing and trying vainly to strip all her clothing off.
I grabbed hold of her long yellow hair and hauled her against me. "Kiss me,
Lisa," I said. "Kiss me and get me all hot so I can fuck you against the
spikes."
"Don't," Lisa whimpered. "I'll be good to you. I'll crawl and I'll squirm and
I'll do anything you want. I'll--"
I slapped her. "Kiss me, you cocksucker!"
Lisa put her mouth on mine and opened her soft lips and I raped her mouth and I
bit her as Myra choked and JoAnn was still hanging...
Part 2
JoAnn had started it all.
She always wore miniskirts. Always. Nothing but miniskirts. All day long.
Walking around in school day after day in those short short skirts. And no bra.
That was obvious. JoAnn had damn good breasts, and bouncing and jiggling around
inside that tight top, they could drive a man crazy. But it was her legs that
did it. Those curving flexing calves and most of all those thighs. Those long,
luscious, soft-looking, firm-looking, sensual, voluptuous, mouth-watering,
mouth-drying thighs. Which flashed at you all day in the halls, all night in
your fantasies.
I couldn't stand it. I called JoAnn into my office.
I had no reason for it. I didn't know what I was going to say to her. But I had
to have that young thigh-baring breast- bouncing girl at my command.
JoAnn came in. Thighs, tits and all. Long black hair. Sharp brown eyes. She sat
down. And didn't pull her skirt down. And saw me looking. And crossed her
thighs. I still watched them. I devoured them. And I saw JoAnn smiling. JoAnn
knew why I had called her in. To look at her thighs.
I said, "JoAnn--you are a bitch."
And JoAnn said, "I know. But so what? You like to look at my thighs."
"I'd like to--"
"What?" JoAnn said.
I didn't care any more. I was through. I didn't give a shit. And I said, "I'd
like to whip you."
"I know," JoAnn said. "But you'd have to stuff my panties in my mouth, so I
couldn't yell too loud."
"What?" I said stupidly.
"And you'd probably have to tie me down first, or I'd try to run away."
"JoAnn," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I think I'm getting you hot," JoAnn said. "If you think about having me tied
down across that desk, my mouth gagged with my own panties, all naked, and
squirming around like mad while you whip my body all over--my thighs--and my
tits--and all--I think you'll get so hot that you'll just come and I can go
home."
"Why you--"
"Bitch," JoAnn said. "Do you want to kiss me?"
"Christ. I don't--I can't--"
"I'll only ask you once," JoAnn said.
"I do," I said.
"Okay." JoAnn got up and then lay down on the floor on her back. "Do it."
"Holy shit!" I said, but I got down and lay on top of her. All along that soft
curving body. I spread her legs with mine.
"No," JoAnn said. "Just kiss me."
"Shut up," I said. I took her hands and pulled them over her head, spread them
out and pinned them down. Now JoAnn was stretched, spread and flattened under
me. I felt all of her and I felt her squirming and writhing and twisting and she
felt my hard- on. JoAnn was panting. So was I.
"Okay," she said. "Kiss me, you bastard."
I kissed her and I pumped my hips at her. Then she ripped our mouths apart and
put her lips to my ear, wriggling and humping into me.
"Do it," JoAnn rasped. "Whip me. You're whipping me. You're whipping all over my
naked body. Slashing my thighs. Lashing my ass and my back. Whipping my breasts.
My nipples. Making me scream through my gagging panties."
"Bitch," I said, dry fucking, pounding. "Bitch."
"Think of it," JoAnn said, rolling and bucking. "My body whipped to ribbons. And
now you're fucking me. Fucking, raping me. Raping my body. My cunt. My ass.
Making me suck you. Raping my mouth. Hurting me, hitting my thighs, pinching my
nipples, slapping me, fucking me, fucking JoAnn, fucking, fucking--"
"I want you," I said.
"You can't have me," JoAnn said, and she kicked my balls so hard I rolled away.
And JoAnn got up and ran out, laughing.
And that was why JoAnn was now in David's living room, hanging from the ceiling
by her wrists. Naked. With awful marks all over that voluptuous young body. With
stripes all up and down her back. And thighs. And ass. And thighs. With
fantastically agonizing clamping things digging into her tortured nipples.
Twisting and squirming and flailing and kicking at the end of that body-
stretching rope, howling and shrieking in horrible pain and agony through a
spike-studded gagging ball. Waiting. Waiting for me to finish with her
punishment.
I grin up at her, watching those magnificent kicking thighs as I fuck my
gorgeous sobbing straining Lisa. Fuck. Fuck...
