And Father Makes Four
(Part 5)
With Tiffany and Cheryl home for the summer, still room
mates, sharing Tiffany's bed, the visits from "Master" were to
become more frequent, and the family income would grow
accordingly (not declared as income, for tax purposes). Father
had become used to seeing his wife, and then his daughter, too,
being abused, "punished", for pay, and the women had made their
adjustments to it also. Mother was "One"; Tiffany was "Two",
and Cheryl became "Three." They had a psychological defense
mechanism, similar to the way abused children develop multiple
personality disorder. The pain and humiliation endured by One,
Two, or Three was not remembered clearly by mother, daughter, or
friend; there were no nightmares, no guilt, no mood depressions
when they resumed their normal personalities.
However, even Master couldn't afford the weekly visits that
had been promised, at the increased rates, unless others shared
the cost. So it was that, when he showed up in his "police"
uniform, he had two strange men with him, who wore masks to
protect their identities. There was also a woman, thirtyish,
pretty, who also wore a mask.
He did not reveal that, however, until things were ready,
with father bound to a floor-support column, expecting to be a
passive spectator, and One, Two, and Three all naked and
immobilized, their wrists cuffed, with chains from the cuffs to
hooks in the joists above the basement "playroom." One other
detail: Three was a virgin, and Master wanted to reserve her
maidenhead for a later date. He had installed three gold rings
through the skin of each of her outer labia. Master threaded a
shoelace through the six rings, just as you would lace a shoe,
pulled it tight, and tied a bow knot. Nothing, he thought, would
get into her vagina, as long as the lace was tied. It was only
then that he sprang his surprise, the three new Masters. He
introduced the helpless women as "Slave One, Slave Two, and Slave
Three", then gestured to the bound father and announced, "Slave
Four."
"Four," shouted the masked woman, "you may call me Tease."
She pulled his shorts down around his ankles and proceeded to
stroke his cock until it stood tall, only a matter of seconds.
She then lived up to her name, keeping him sexually excited, but
never allowing him the relief of ejaculation.
The next masked guest, six-two and muscular, selected Two
and said, "You can call me Brute." The second masked man, who
was shorter and greying at the temples, selected the diminutive
virgin, Three. "Call me Daddy," he said. That left the original
Master with One, the mother. He didn't mind that; he'd started
out with her before the unexpected addition of Two and Three to
his string of slaves.
Going in numerical order, One would be punished first, while
the others watched. Of course, Tease had started out of turn,
but no one minded that.
Master went to One, who stood, arms raised, ready to do his
bidding. He put ankle cuffs on her, but that did not alarm her.
She felt something being inserted in her rectum. OK, it was
lubricated, and it didn't hurt. He placed in her mouth a kind of
thick rubber balloon and began to inflate it. It soon filled her
mouth. She could still breathe through her nose. He pumped it
up some more, until it bulged out between her stretched lips, and
her jaw ached as if it would be unhinged. One tried to tell him
it was too much, but only faint honking noises came from her
nose. It was a very effective gag.
One watched Master bring out an ordinary kitchen chair, the
kind with a chromed metal frame. He placed on the seat a curious
appliance, an egg shaped ball, like a big rugby ball, which had a
rubber penis sticking out of it. Brute helped unhook her arms
and carry her to the chair. As she expected, the two men lowered
her until the rubbery penis entered her vagina. They lowered her
a bit more, so that she was sitting on the ball, not so very bad,
so far. Her wrist cuffs were chained together, behind the chair
back. Master usually tortured her perforated inner lips, which
seemed to her to have actually grown larger, from being
stretched. Now, with the ball squashing up against her lower
lips and the rubber penis comfortably inside her, there was no
way Master could put the hooks through her labia. She began to
think she might get off easy.
Next, Master slipped a noose of rope over each of her ample
breasts and pulled it snug. In middle age, One's breasts had
begun to sag, so when the nooses were tightened, the effect was
to squeeze the part close to her chest and make the rest assume a
more spherical shape. Her nipples became erect, and the taut
skin began to blush pink. Still, as an experienced slave, One
could endure that discomfort. One, as a personality, existed
only when the Master visited. Her whole life was one of
submission and punishment, but since she did not exist at other
times, she could look forward to any discomfort ending. In the
morning, "mother" might bear bruises, but she would remember
little of what One went through. Were it not so, they would have
ceased the slavery long ago, even though that might mean poverty
and losing their home.
One was a bit surprised when the two men led the ropes from
her breasts over her shoulders, crossed then behind her back, and
ran the ends through the rings in her ankle cuffs. As the ropes
were pulled, tightened, One had to bend her knees, raise her
ankles, until they were uncomfortably high, beside her buttocks,
and she spread her knees to the utmost to allow that last half
inch of ankle movement. Each man knotted a rope and let go.
Instantly, One realized her plight. Even with great effort,
she could not hold her ankles that high. If she let them down,
even a bit, the nooses tightened around her breasts, trying to
pull them up and back over her shoulders. Her leg muscles hurt,
stretched on one side, cramped tight on the other, but she could
not relax for a second, for the pain of having her breasts
stretched, and at the same time squeezed, was too much to bear.
One screamed in protest but, gagged as she was, it sounded like a
whining puppy. Her eyes went wide with horror, as Master applied
still another torment. He put a strap across her lap and passed
it under the chair seat. When he tightened it, every minute or
so, it not only tightened the ropes to her tortured breasts. It
also compressed the ball she was sitting on. Fluid from the ball
was forced up into the penis within her, which swelled under the
pressure. After several tightenings, One felt as if her vagina
could stretch no more and must surely tear.
The men placed the chair where the others, slaves and
masters, could watch One's torment. Her obvious distress brought
a round of applause from the visitors; even Tease stopped to
clap. But that was not all. The thing in her rectum had a tail
trailing out through One's anus, a hose. Master connected it to
another hose, and One felt hot fluid flowing into her, stretching
her bowels, competing for room in her pelvis with her already
distended vagina. Even the beatings One had suffered did not
engender the terror she felt, for Master had simply left her
there, strapped to the chair, with the pain in her breasts, her
legs, her cunt and her ass building constantly. Beatings are
brief; this could go on for hours!
Two, standing there with her arms held high, had been
watching, trying to stay detached. The anticipation of pain can
be as bad as the torture itself. She had learned to control
herself. What would be would be.
Brute kneaded Two's full breasts with his big hands. Two
thought her big, nicely shaped, upstanding breasts were her most
attractive feature. Lots of women have nice legs, slim waists,
but few had the centerfold grade breasts that Two possessed.
From her breasts, he ran his hands down over her waist and hips,
then kneaded her buttocks. Two knew she looked good; she
couldn't blame him for wanting to touch, too. Then he examined
her crotch.
She was absolutely smooth down there, freshly depilated.
The perforations in her outer lips were obvious, and Brute had to
see for himself, exploring her vulva, then finger-fucking her
vagina. Two had never experienced an orgasm, except by either
cunnilingus or the water torture, as she thought of it, a spray
of water directed at her love button. The stirring of his
finger, then fingers, within her affected her no more than a
spoon stirring cake batter, except that she was a bit dry, and
the friction was uncomfortable. Master started snapping his
fingers. Two had been conditioned; at the sound of finger snaps,
her juices flowed; she could no longer prevent it. "That's
better," said Brute, as he fucked her hole with three fingers
now.
He was obviously not getting what he wanted, so he decided
to put ankle cuffs on her and go for some rather more spectacular
bondage. With a rope which could slide through a screw eye in
the joists above, he slowly hauled one foot as far as it would
go. That left Two hanging awkwardly, but with some effort she
was able to lift her other leg so it lay alongside the first. At
least, then, though she was hanging from her wrists and one
ankle, she wasn't being split at the crotch.
Brute was not finished, however. He passed the rope from
the second ankle through an eye which seemed impossibly far away
and hauled on the rope. Her legs were pulled apart in a wide
Vee, so far that Two thought something would break, a hip joint,
perhaps. She cried out and tried to twist her body, so that she
would be doing a "split" fore and aft, instead of being
impossibly stretched.
Brute unhooked the chains which held Two's wrists, letting
her body hang head down. With the strain of all her weight on
the widespread legs, she hadn't the strength to twist and raise
herself. While she hung there, the blood draining to her head,
her face reddening, brute selected some additional torture
devices. One was a big vibrating penis, black and covered with
protruding veins. It was intended for a compliant vagina, but
Brute managed to force it through Two's stretched anus, leaving
the last inches protruding like a turd. It buzzed within her,
the least of her worries, at that point.
Two was dimly aware of her friend, Three, crying for mercy,
but she was too preoccupied with her own predicament to care.
Brute took another vibrator, a shiny, smooth, metallic one, and
laid it along the groove of Two's vulva, not penetrating her
vagina, lying between her labia, with the heavy butt end, where
the batteries were, pressing against Two's clitoris. To hold it
in place, he threaded a catgut fishing leader through the
perforations in Two's outer labia and laced the vibrator in
place. He snapped his fingers, watching her get juicy, then
turned the vibrator on. Two found the sensation almost painful,
frustrating. She imagined that the male equivalent of having her
tender clitoris bussed like that would be to feed Brute's penis
into golf ball scrubber.
Brute and Master cooperated to raise Two's arms and hang her
wrists, far apart, form the joists above, so that she was no
longer head down but belly down, her back arched, with her
breasts hanging away from the wall of her chest. While there was
no point of really acute pain, Two was overwhelmed by the
totality of the aches and little pains. Every muscle seemed
strained to its limit, her legs spread beyond belief, her arms
stretched, her back bent almost double, and her belly stretched
taut. Sure, there were gymnasts and dancers who could bend like
that, but Two was no contortionist.
Still, Two knew her only function in life was to be
punished, and she was resigned to endure it. She let her head
loll down, while her arms were pulled back and apart in the "swan
dive" position. It was almost, she reflected, as if she had been
crucified.
Brute pulled her head back, lifting her face, and he passed
a strap around her forehead to hold it up, with her neck extended
painfully. He fastened the other end of the strap to the dildo
which protruded from Two's anus. If she relaxed the least bit,
the strain pressed the penis painfully against the floor of her
pelvis, crushing her vagina and stretching her anus to the point
where she was sure the skin was tearing. Soon, however, the pain
in her neck was too much to bear, and she let the strap support
her head. even, she thought, if it might destroy her "down
there".
Two, with her face lifted like that, could see Tiffany's
father, quite naked now, with Tease. She had one long index
finger up his ass, as she played with his scrotum. His penis
stood tall, getting no relief at all. One, Tiffany's mother, was
sitting, obviously in pain, strapped to the chair. Two could see
between One's spread thighs, where the rubbery penis within One's
cunt had swollen in size until it looked like a grapefruit trying
to be born. One's labia were stretched to the limit. Master was
oiling One's tortured breasts, which the rope nooses stretched
until they look like giant mushrooms. Liquid leaked from One's
anus and puddled on the floor. Her normally convex belly seemed
swollen, stretched, and the fluid continued to distend her
abdomen. Two knew that the intestines feel no pain, except one.
They are very sensitive to stretching, and she knew One's bowels
must be stretched as they never and been. The woman's skin was
discolored and gleaming with sweat, as she struggled to endure,
second after second, what must seem like endless torture. Master
finished oiling the breasts and began pressing with his
forefinger on One's exposed clitoris, utterly vulnerable at the
door of her bursting vagina.
Brute returned to Two, who was trying courageously to bear
her pains without screaming uncontrollably. He kneaded her
breasts, oiling them until they shone. Then he placed plastic
tubes over her nipples; they had been designed to fit over a
large cock, and they were much smaller in diameter than Two's
magnificent globes. When he pumped on them, sucking out the air,
She screamed with pain and surprise as her slippery globes were
sucked into a the shape of a man's penis! She felt as if her
sensitive nipples would burst, and the skin of her breasts was
stretched beyond endurance. She was sure she would have
permanent scars, even though the skin was not actually broken.
To encourage her screams, Brute paddled her ass with a board
that had holes drilled in it. Every blow on her cheeks stretched
the skin at the edges of the holes, leaving round "sucker marks",
as if she had been attacked by an octopus. The other visitors
paused to watch, clapping politely when Brute stopped.
To Two's surprise, seconds later, she had a shuddering
orgasm. All that time, while every muscle from her neck to her
feet seemed to scream with pain, while her breasts were stretched
painfully and her anus, too, the vibrator had been stimulating
her clitoris. Automatically, without her even thinking of sex,
her vagina spasmed, her uterus jumped in its supporting
ligaments, and her skin flushed. The orgasmic surprise left her
feeling a bit disoriented, almost drunk, and her pains were
forgotten as she concentrated on the exquisite sensations between
her legs. There were several little aftershocks, mini-orgasms,
and then, as she felt the tit-suckers fall away, and the blessed
relief in her breasts, she had another shuddering orgasm that
shook her body so that it danced and swung, despite her
restraints.
Two was too concerned with the explosions of sensation
within her on body to notice what happened to One. Master had
been massaging One's exposed love button while her cunt was
stretched as if in childbirth. She, too, had experienced orgasms
too numerous to count, and in her excitement, she had pulled the
nooses over her slippery breasts, until they burst free and her
feet dropped to the floor. Master released the lap strap which
held her to the chair, and One pitched forward. She might have
hurt herself, crashing to the floor, had Master not caught her.
With her weight off it, the swollen penis within her exploded
outward, leaving her bright red vaginal membranes visibly
quivering, as her vagina gaped open, stretched beyond belief.
The hose in her anus shot out like a bullet, propelled by a
torrent of brown fluid as from fire hose. It actually knocked
the chair over. It splattered on the wall, until the pressure in
One's abdomen dropped and the flow slowed to a trickle. Master
left her there on the floor, lying in a puddle of her own filth,
though her was considerate enough to deflate and remove the gag.
One lay there, gasping, crying, as her belly slowly shrank
to its normal size, and her tortured bowels expelled the fluid in
little spurts and dribbles from her anus.
