Fucked Father
(Part 7)
It was Saturday again, time to make some serious money.
Tiffany's father changed into his "working clothes", a tee shirt
and shorts. Every time so far, he had spent the evening tied to
a post, and his major concern was not wetting his pants. He
worried about the women, who had always been whipped and
tortured, but the most he had endured, other than watching his
loved ones being raped, and being made to fuck his daughter, was
a whack on the ass or a squeeze of the balls as Tease tormented
him.
Her Mother, adopting her persona of "One", psyched herself
by oiling her body, especially her large, pendulous breasts.
Last week One had suffered severe breast torture, from tight
ropes. She hoped the oil would help, perhaps let the ropes slip
a little, if Master should repeat the treatment. One only
existed on Saturdays, existed only to be tortured, while the
mother, during the rest of the week, was relieved of remembering
One's pain.
Tiffany and her friend, Cheryl, regarded slavery as a good
summer job, and they helped each other slip into their "working"
personalities. As Two and Three, they would do, or endure,
things they couldn't dream of doing, back at college. They had
already freshly depilated their pubes. Cheryl, Three, slim,
virginal, childlike, shamelessly naked, lifted one leg and
inserted a cold-cream lubricated butt plug. It slipped through
her anus easily, for Cheryl, as a lark, had been wearing it most
of the week. Three teased her conical little breasts and rubbed
a bit of cold cream on the nipples. Then she carefully laced
together the little gold rings in her outer labia, using pink
ribbon, lacing them like a shoe, tied in a bow. "Two," she said,
"what do you think I should wear?"
Two had already selected a garment, a pink teddy, loose at
the legs, frilly around the low neckline, with a hint of a built-
in bra, the better to display her spectacular, round breasts.
"Three, why don't you wear that outfit you bought at the mall?"
she said as she put on the teddy and snapped the crotch.
"Good idea." Three stepped into the panties, black, which
contrasted with her fair skin; she was a natural blonde. The
silky material wouldn't rub the little gold rings which adorned
her crotch, and the thong in the back, which barely filled the
space between her firm, boyish ass cheeks, wouldn't entirely
conceal her butt plug. The top, of see-through black lace,
nicely lifted her little tits, though they didn't need support,
and her gold nipple rings gleamed through the lace. "You know,
Two," she remarked, "I really think all that sucking is making
them grow." The bare midriff nicely displayed the constellation
of golden rings around Three's navel.
The family assembled in the kitchen to wait, and they were
surprised when Master let himself in. They had planned to
assemble in the basement "playroom."
Master, as expected, was in uniform, an SS soldier's uniform
today. He had three masked friends with him: Tease, the
thirtyish slavemistress they had met; Brute, the tall, muscular
hunk who had tortured Two; and a third, who seemed to have
replaced Daddy. "This is Doc," Master said, "and these are One,
Two, Three, and Four." He pointed to the father last. "Let's go
downstairs."
Since the slaves didn't go into the playroom, except on
Saturdays, they were surprised to see some changes, new
equipment. Four, to his surprise, was stripped by the three men
and bent over a frame, tied down as Three was the previous week,
with his legs straight and spread, his body horizontal, so that
he was looking at the floor. Well, at least he wouldn't have to
watch his wife and daughter being tortured. Four felt a needle
in one buttock; Doc gave him an injection. Then Doc slipped one
of the many pecker suckers, which had been used for tit torture,
over Four's flaccid penis. When suction was applied, it grew
tall but, as when Tease had tantalized him, there was no way Four
could get off, no way to reach an orgasm. As an additional
torture, Doc lubed Four's asshole and inserted a tapered plug,
which was held under tension by rubber bands to the frame, so
that Four's anus, no matter how much he fought it, would
inexorably be stretched wider and wider, until the shaft was
buried in his rectum.
Tease selected Two as her victim. She led her to an
aluminum and plastic lounge chair, the kind that people have
around a swimming pool. After removing the Teddy, she made Two
recline on the lounge chair and gently used Velcro straps to
fasten her ankles to the frame. She fastened Two's wrists, lying
naturally at her side, to the frame and asked cheerily, "Are you
comfy, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Tease."
Doc stopped by and gave Two an injection, in the muscle of
her thigh. Tease turned on a very bright overhead sun lamp,
which made Two close her eyes. Even then, pink light filtered
through her eyelids. The warmth of the lamp was pleasant on her
naked skin.
Tease began at Two's face and applied "suntan" oil to every
bit of skin, all the way to her toes. Tease seemed to spend a
great deal of time on Two's tits, belly, and crotch. From time
to time, she would snap her fingers. Two, of course, immediately
felt sexy, conditioned as she was, and her vulva almost drooled
with sex-juice. Tease explored Two's wet crotch, but she avoided
contacting the clitoris. Then Two felt hooks being slipped
through the holes in her outer labia, which held them open,
exposing her sensitive, pink inner lips, surmounted by an already
erect love button. Supine as she was, with her eyes closed, she
could not see what Tease was doing, but she felt sexy just being
handled by the masked woman. Maybe it was the injection, but
every nerve seemed especially sensitive, and all she could think
of was being touched. Tease put a little tape recorder on the
chair, by Two's ear. It played a continuous series of finger
snaps, which immediately made her recall previous orgasms, with
the same sound present.
Tease had attached a "personal shower" head to the hooks.
Warm water spurt, spurt, spurted onto Two's pink groove. It felt
so good. Two was sure she would come any minute. Just as she
was on the edge of an orgasm, the water stopped. "Please, don't
shut it off," she pleaded.
Tease replied, softly, "Slave, you are here to be tortured.
If I let you come now, where's the pleasure for me?" She watched
Two squirm, helpless to get off her high of sexual arousal,
unable to think of anything but the need to have that orgasm and
relax.
Two finally gave up, tormented by unfulfilled lust, and
tried to remember the pain of previous tortures, anything to
forget the yearning in her loins. But as soon as Tease saw Two's
nipples begin to shrivel, she turned on the water again, and Two
could think of nothing but the exquisite sensations which
engulfed her body, focused her brain on her cunt, to the
exclusion of all else. The torture went on like this, cycle
after cycle of sexual arousal, delicious stimulation, followed by
the anguish of an empty cunt, yearning to be filled.
Meanwhile, Brute had selected Three as his victim. He had
her stretched on the rack, actually another of those deck chairs,
laid out flat, but the delicacy of the slim woman, who couldn't
weigh a hundred pounds, made him wonder how much cruelty she
could stand. He removed her upper garment, and amused himself by
taking the whole of each breast, in turn, into his mouth. Such a
nice mouthful. The nipple rings, of course, made it a bit
strange, but he could live with that. Three, of course, didn't
mind a bit. Doc had given her an injection, too, and she felt
sexier than she could remember. Brute played with the rings
around her navel, stroked her lean thighs, even reached between
her legs to wiggle the butt plug. He thought of whacking her
with the perforated paddle, on her taut tummy, but he didn't want
to tear loose the rings around her belly button.
Master and Doc worked together on One. The woman was
spread-eagled on a padded examination table, arms raised, legs
spread. Doc gave her an injection, too, and One seemed to drift
into a dreamy state. They cinched a strap around her waist, and
another around her chest, above her breasts, so she was incapable
of moving her torso. Together, they inspected her body,
particularly her large breasts, which, under the influence of
gravity, lay flat upon her chest like pillows. Doc also
inspected her perforated inner labia, handling her genitals with
an almost professional attitude.
Master produced a large rubber penis, studded with knobs.
Considerately, he coated it with surgical lubricant, then plugged
it in to its power supply. This was no ordinary vibrator. I
squirmed like a snake, with a spiral motion. It came equipped
with feathery rubber fingers, five inches from the end, which
formed a soft fan. Master slipped it between One's spread
thighs and pushed it into her, adjusting it so that the rubber
feathers caressed her sensitive clitoris. Then he turned it on.
One had never been fucked like that before. Neither had
Mother. She was literally being screwed, as the rubbery prick
spiralled inside her and the feathery fingers tickled her most
sensitive spot. She could think of nothing, absolutely nothing,
but the squirming, churning excitement between her legs. She did
not notice when the slavemasters washed her breasts with alcohol,
and the cooling effect of evaporation made her nipples spring
erect. They would have been erect anyway; she was so close to an
orgasm. So concentrated was she on the sensations in her pelvis,
the quaking of her internal organs, the way her vagina tried to
grip the squirming knobs of the super-penis which screwed her,
that she didn't notice the pricks of needles in her breasts.
"This is an experimental procedure I've been working on,"
said Doc, "not approved by the FDA or anybody else, but, I expect
the effects will fade in a matter of weeks or months. Even if we
mess up, she won't be permanently damaged." One must have heard,
but it didn't register in her befuddled brain, obsessed as she
was with sex. She must have felt the many injections, but it
just didn't seem important. Her earlier injection, and the
intensity of the screwing in her cunt, made her oblivious to all
cares. The orgasms were coming so frequently that they seemed to
her almost continuous.
"One, the gel that I'm injecting isn't silicone; that's
illegal," said Doc. "It's an almost natural starch-fat complex,
chemically not far removed from donut filling. Even without
digestive enzymes, I expect it will be slowly absorbed by your
body, metabolized as food. So, of course, we may have to repeat
the procedure. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"
One hardly heard, as she rocked her pelvis and cried out,
"Ungh! I'm coming again!"
Three had been rearranged by Brute. She hung, face down,
suspended by a wide belt around her waist and hip bones, almost a
corset, attached to a rope. A wooden rod, like a broom stick,
was taped against the soles of her feet, three feet apart, and
her wrists were strapped to the same rod, so she looked as if she
was doing an upside-down sit-up. The rod hung some distance
above the floor, for she naturally bent her knees. Brute had
replaced her butt plug with a bigger one, and installed tit-
suckers, as Daddy had done. Brute was carefully, slowly,
whipping her back and thighs, while Three twisted and swung on
the end of the rope.
Four, fastened to his frame, divided his thoughts between
his throbbing penis and his awareness that the tapered ass-
stretcher had penetrated far into his body.
Tease, perhaps by error or perhaps out of compassion, had
allowed Two a crashing orgasm, but the torture, of cyclical
stimulation too delicious to stand, continued, with Two moaning,
pleading, "Please, fuck me. Finger me. Beat me, even. I can't
stand it," as she writhed and strained at the straps which held
her captive.
Doc finished with One, gave her another injection, and
removed the machine from her quivering cunt. She quickly fell
asleep. "Not a bad job, I think," he remarked to Master. "I'll
need some more practice, before I can use the procedure on paying
patients. Do you suppose I could do Three, next time? She could
be a real Barbie doll." Doc dropped his trousers to reveal a
humongous pole. "Yes, it's augmented," he said, anticipating
Master's question.
Doc removed the butt plug from Four, but Four's relief was
brief. He felt something huge stretching his ass, as Doc's
shaft, with a condom, of course, plunged into Four's rectum. The
pounding of the pole on Four's prostate made him ejaculate into
the plastic cylinder which sucked his cock. He gritted his
teeth, determined to be manly and not cry out, as Doc's tool
broached Four's ass and unloaded. The torturous rod was removed,
and Four felt profound relief.
Doc removed the plastic cylinder and looked inside. "I'll
take this as a semen sample," he said, "Maybe even freeze it for
my sperm bank." He chuckled at the thought. "First I make 'em
sexy for their husbands. Then, if need be, I help them get
pregnant. Pays well."
Brute plunged his prong into Three's ass, which seemed to
take it without pain. Her little buns had not been whipped, so
it didn't hurt her when he bumped against them, screwing her
alternate orifice, leaving her beribboned cunt still closed and
virginal. After an initial flurry of aggression, Brute stood
still and gently swung Three, hanging from the rope, pulling her
onto his pole, then pushing her away. Whenever he felt as if he
was going to come, he would push her farther, so his prick popped
out, and he would wait a while before starting again. He wanted
to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. Hell, Three wasn't
complaining.
Two was experiencing blissful orgasms, with Tease between
Two's thighs, using her mouth expertly.
At Sunday morning brunch, Tiffany's father remarked, "Well,
I got myself raped, for God's sake."
"Welcome to the club," replied his wife. "Small price to
pay, the help us out of debt. Now shut up. You know we don't
discuss Saturday nights."
He grinned at his wife. "I'll say it again, Darling. You
look twenty years younger, and more beautiful than the day we
were married."
"I'll need to buy all new clothes," she replied. "Nothing
fits anymore." Her firm 40" bust strained to get out of her
robe, the vee of her cleavage suggesting a pair of melons.
"Go ahead. You earned it."
Tiffany was still in bed.
Cheryl squirmed in her seat, bumping the plug in her ass.
She didn't say anything. She was looking down and feeling the
front of her tee-shirt with her hands.
