Chapter 2--Day Two
Once in the company offices he again tried to work on the money
situation, but soon he'd pulled the bottle out of his bottom drawer and started
drinking again. He'd told his secretary to cancel all his meetings and not
disturb him. She didn't till after 4 that afternoon. Robert's buzzer went off
but he didn't respond. Then came the knock at the door, each knock became more
desperate as he refused to answer.
Lisa was a good secretary, beautiful, and young. Robert had wanted to,
but had never tried anything with her. He was devoted to his wife and couldn't
break that bond of loyalty.
The door inched open.
"Mr. Miller, are you here?" She knew he was, there was no way out but
past her.
The room was dark, the shades on the large window were drawn. Robert's
chair was turned away from the door toward them behind the desk.
"Mr. Miller, are you all right?" The chair didn't move.
"I'm fine." The tone of his voice belied his words.
"Mr. Miller, there was a delivery for you, they said it was urgent."
"Just leave it in my box, I'll get it later."
"Sir, I would but, he said it was a matter of life and death, and it
wasn't the normal delivery people, it was just a guy with a long beard." The
chair spun around and Robert stood up. He intended to walk and get the package
from her, but in his drunken state he stumbled and fell back into the chair.
"Are you all right Mr. Miller?" As she spoke she saw the empty bottle
on the desk.
"Would you like a ride home sir?" Robert thought about trying to fool
her, but he just decided to acquiesce instead."
"Yes, please. Would you give me the package." Lisa walked to him and
set the package on the desk. Robert grabbed it and clutched it to his body.
"Are you all right? Is something wrong? Nothing is wrong with Karen or
the kids, is there?"
"Could you give me a ride home?"
"Sure, let me just close up."
"No, please, now." Robert stood with uncertainty. Lisa watched
motionless, wondering if she should help or not. When he started out the door
she ran to get her bag and keys.
It was a long, silent trip. Robert stared straight ahead, his hands
growing white as he gripped the package impossibly tight. Lisa tried to raise a
conversation but couldn't get him to budge. They reached his house. Lisa
thought it looked empty.
"Are you going to be all right Mr. Miller."
"Yes, thank you Lisa for the concern. Would you get me the up to date
financials, bank accounts and capital assets, I need to look them over." He
pulled himself out of the car, thanking her for the ride, and gingerly making it
inside, barely remembering to turn off the alarm.
Lisa thought of going home, but instead ended up back at the office
trying to pull together the numbers he wanted.
Robert walked inside the house and went immediately to the liquor
cabinet. The cardboard of the package cut his hands as he squeezed it tight.
He couldn't bring himself to put in the tape. He collapsed on the couch and
just stared straight ahead.
Robert's hands trembled as he opened the package. Another video tape
was inside. The label read "Day Two". Robert inserted the tape into the VCR
and pressed play. The screen was blank for maybe 10 seconds before Rod's face
appeared on the screen.
"Hello Robert, hope that you had a nice night? We got an early start
this morning, hope you don't mind? Let's go see how your dear wife is doing,
shall we?" The camera followed his old partner through the warehouse. The
camera came to an open area where chains hung down from the ceiling. The chains
disappeared behind a screen set up on the floor. Robert trembled when he
thought might be behind the screen, what they'd done to somebody in his family.
"Shall we see what's behind the screen Buddy?" Two large bikers stepped
up to the screen, lifted it and carried it away. When it was removed Robert
gasped in horror. There stood his wife, her wrists were bound behind her back
and she was up on her tip toes. Robert could see the strain in her calves. Her
large breasts were wound tight with rope, they bulged to a horrible shade of
red.
Robert had always found himself to be a lucky man. His wife's breasts
were large, and really perfect. When she'd been pregnant they'd always got
huge. He could see the pain in her face as she tried to remain balanced on her
toes and keep the strain off her breasts.
"Look at the lovely color Robert." Rod walked over to the straining
woman and flicked her nipple, she screamed out in pain. As soon as her cries
quieted he flicked her other nipple eliciting another round of screaming.
"Ah, so much fun, I could do it all day, but we've got other work to do.
Boys." Rod turned away from Robert's wife and looked off camera. As he walked
away he kicked her legs out from under her, sending the full weight of her body
onto her tits. Her breasts stretched as she screamed.
The camera turned to show four men walking into the frame with a large
wooden bench between them. Tied to the bench was Robert's oldest daughter
Susan. She was naked, and bound to the bench, her ass rested on one end of the
bench, slightly over the edge. Her legs were pulled wide and attached under her
to the bench legs. Her knees were spread wide and tied down to make her
completely exposed. At the other end of the bench the base of her neck was
hanging over the edge. Her head was pulled down and a strap held her forehead
making it almost vertical, upside-down, but vertical. A plastic mouth spreader
was wedged in behind her teeth to keep her mouth open and available. The way
her lips were stretched she looked like some Hollywood ghoul.
The bench was positioned directly in front of Robert's dangling wife.
She'd been able to regain her footing and was crying. Her chest heaved and her
stomach contorted as she tried to control her sobs. When Susan's bench was
moved close she tried to call out to her.
"My baby, Suzy, are you all right." She turned her tear filled face to
Rod and started begging him.
"Please, let her go, I'll let you do anything to me, please-" Her
entreaties were quickly silenced as an unknown biker stepped forward and pushed
a cattle prod to her thigh and squeezed the trigger. She began screaming again
as she lost her balance and was held up only by her breasts.
"Put a gag in her mouth won't you?" Rod spoke to the unknown man. "Her
daughter has a lot of work to do and needs to be kept from distractions." The
faceless man walked to Robert's wife and forced a penis gag deep in her mouth,
silencing her screams and pleadings.
"What a pretty sight Robert. Mother and daughter all ready for today's
fun. Oh, but where are the other two?" Rob mimed a look of consternation.
"Oh, over here." The camera focused where he pointed. On the floor
were two dirty mattresses on which Jamie and Melissa were laying between two
women's legs. The girl's hands were bound behind their backs. The women
controlled the girl's movements by using their hair as handles. The camera
zoomed out to show a line of 20 or 30 other biker ladies waiting their turns.
"Well Robert, they're busy, so let's get back to the main show." The
camera focused on Rod's face. "You see, since you're little Susan didn't keep
herself pure, I think she should be taught a lesson. You know, kind of like
when a father catches a son smoking his cigarettes and he locks him in the
closet with a whole box of them till he smokes them all. My Daddy did that to
me, and I never smoked again in my life. Well, Susan, she's going to make a
hundred guys cum in her mouth and pussy. To make it more fun, we're going to
set a time limit, this is where your wife comes in. See that boom up there."
Rod pointed at the ceiling and the camera followed, focusing in on the roll of
chain above. "You see, I have this control here." He held up a box with
buttons on it. "And, this moves that chain. To give her a chance, we're going
to give Susan 5, no 10 minutes, to see how many guys she can get off before I
start raising that chain. I think you get the idea of what will happen? We'll
keep the time until your little Suzy gets all 100 done, she can use her mouth,
or pussy, since she's experienced in both." Robert could hear Susan moaning on
the bench. "Ah, your little princess speaks. You know, I think she's looking
forward to it?" Rod ran his hands over Susan's belly, flicking her nipples till
they got hard.
"At 10 minutes, if Suzy isn't done bringing off all 100 guys, then,
we'll raise the chains an inch. We'll continue like that every five minutes.
Oh, yes, we've done this before, it usually takes about an hour to go through
all 100. I suppose more experienced girls might be able to get it done a bit
quicker? We know your little girl has experience, I guess we'll get to see how
much. So say it takes your little girl 60 minutes. That's 11 inches. I
suppose your wife could keep on her toes for maybe 2 inches, or about 20
minutes. I sure hope she was a ballet dancer when she was younger, it's going
to take a lot of strength and endurance to remain on those toes. But after
those 20 minutes are up, even if she'd danced for the Bolshoi, I think she'd
still be hanging by those tits." Rod reached out and flicked Robert's wife's
nipple again, she shrieked an inhuman sound.
"Look, already a nice shade of purple. Well, since I get to start, I
should stop talking and start fucking. I think your wife would appreciate it,
don't you? I'm not so sure about little Suzy though?" Rod dropped his pants
and walked between Susan's spread legs. The bench was at the perfect height for
entry.
"Go on Snake, you can take her mouth." Rod called out to the man who'd
gagged Robert's wife before turning back to the camera.
"Well Buddy, I suppose I should get started." He reached out and felt
Susan's sex. She would have screamed, but Snake had already rammed 7" of cock
in her throat. "She's a little dry Robert, maybe I should get your girls over
here?" The camera turned to the right and zoomed in on Melissa and Jamie. With
hands holding their hair, the two women with their legs spread were moving the
girls mouth's over their pussies. "Oh, I guess their busy." Rod spit on
Susan's dry hole and rubbed it in. "It'll probably only matter for me. I'm
sure her snatch will be gushing pretty soon." Rod slammed his prick into
Susan's body. Robert watched the thick cock of his partner disappear into his
daughter's sex.
Rod and Snake quickly developed a rhythm and were two timing the girl
with powerful thrusts. The camera moved up to Robert's wife and showed her
tormented face as she watched her daughter being raped at both ends. The gag
spread her mouth wide and made her face look long as her jaw was spread
impossibly wide. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she stared at the scene before
her.
The camera swung back to Susan's body. Rod jerked his hips forward and
slammed against Susan's sex. He screamed in pleasure as he filled her body with
his sperm. He momentarily paused, savoring the feel of her tight pussy on his
cock before he moved out of the way and a new man filled his spot.
Snake was still thrusting into Susan's mouth when Rod finished. The
plastic shield prevented Susan from closing her lips on the intruding members,
and so didn't afford her much ability to help the men get off. Not that she was
trying, at least not yet, but in a matter of minutes, when her mother's breasts
started to stretch, she might well want to help the men fill her mouth faster.
The second man between Susan's legs had almost cum by the time Snake
finished. When he finally spewed his load into her mouth, a new man was there
to replace him.
The camera swung back to Robert's wife. Her face was tortured as she
stared at her daughter's rape. Then the camera quickly moved to the two
youngest girls still kneeling between two biker chicks' legs. Above them, on
the wall, was a clock. In large, bright red numbers it counted the time, it
read 4:31.
The camera zoomed in on the second man in Susan's mouth. Robert saw her
throat convulse as sperm shot in her throat. She awkwardly tried to swallow as
the sperm filled her mouth, it was hard, given the way her head was held by the
strap. Even with only the two men's cum in her mouth, it had begun dribbling
down her lips. The viscous white line trailed over her cheeks, down into her
eyes, on to her forehead. Another man filled the void and thrust in her gaping
mouth.
The camera moved back to show a third man entering Susan's pussy. The
camera remained focused on Susan until a loud bell rang and then the cameraman
cut to the clock and Robert's two youngest daughters still working on the women,
the clock read 10 minutes.
The camera swung back to his wife just in time to catch the chains rise
an inch. As the chain moved upwards, she lost her balance and swung from her
breasts till she was able to get her toes back on the floor. Her scream was
incredible.
The camera moved back onto Susan, her body rocked forward with the
continual thrusts of the men between her legs. The man using her mouth would
thrust back, countering the movement of man using her sex. The pair of rapists
tried to bury themselves as deep in the girl as possible. After the first ten
minutes 7 men had cum in Susan's pussy, and 5 in her mouth. Already she
couldn't breathe through her nose. Her nostrils were filled with cum that
dripped from her gaping mouth. Her eyes were sealed shut as cum pooled in her
eye sockets.
The loud bell rang again, the camera focused in on Robert's wife as the
chain rose again. She couldn't manage to find her footing as she swayed, she
swung in pendulous arcs from her breasts, only able to rest on her toes after
one or two minutes had already passed. One or two minutes of hanging from her
breasts unsupported. The camera moved back to Susan. 12 men had filled her
pussy, 8 had filled her mouth. The cum ran down her forehead into her beautiful
blond hair.
On and on the bell continued to ring. Robert sat in his chair, tears
streamed down his face as he watched the lewd acts unfolding on the television,
knowing that it had already happened, that whatever else may have befallen his
wife and daughter's, it had already occurred, and he couldn't do anything.
The bell rang for 45 minutes. 36 men had filled his daughter's pussy
with sperm, their vile, disgusting sperm. The camera zoomed in, her labia were
swollen. Between men, the muscles of her pussy would no longer contract and
remained spread in a grotesque, distorted display. Robert couldn't even make
out the details of his daughters sex, it was blurred and covered with cum.
White, sticky, gelatinous sperm. It oozed from her hole, it covered the
confluence of her legs, it dripped, or flooded, to the floor between her spread
legs. Her belly was covered. Another man started pounding into her. Again and
again the scene was repeated. Robert watched another man rape his daughter, the
man's hips thrusting , slamming forward, between her spread thighs.
Twenty four men had filled Susan's mouth in the first 45 minutes. Robert
did the math in his head, 60 men total. 60 men had shot their sperm into her
body. When the camera moved in on Susan's face Robert couldn't even recognize
it as his daughter. Her face was a slimy gob of white liquid with the only dark
patches being the cavern her mouth. Deep pools of cum filled Susan's eye
sockets. The white viscous substance ran down her cheeks, falling off her face
in long lines to the floor. Her forehead was covered, the cum ran down her long
hair, the strands covered in the goo fell to the floor. An outline of drops
mirrored her head on the floor. Susan couldn't breathe through her nose, the
cum had flowed deep into her nostrils. She could only breathe between the
thrusting cocks that filled her mouth. Bubbles expanded from her nose as she
tried to take in much needed air. She already swallowed what must have been
cups, and cups of cum. What she could no longer swallow gathered in pools in
her mouth. The cum flowed from her mouth as she tried in vain to vomit up the
vile substance from her belly.
Robert's body shuddered each time he heard the bell. He could hear the
chain clang as his wife was pulled higher. Her breasts had gone deep purple,
the skin was stretched beyond its limits, the muscles, the fabric of her
breasts, were ripping internally. Her eyes were glazed over, staring down
blindly at her daughter being ravaged.
The cameraman walked toward the mattresses on the floor where Jamie and
Melissa still buried between a constant stream of women's legs. Their lips,
their cheeks, their hair glistened with the juices of spent women.
The bell chimed for 55 minutes. An agonizing scream came from Robert's
wife. 42 men had cum in Susan's pussy, 28 in her mouth.
The camera zoomed in on a random cock spurting its load into Susan's
mouth. Not till the image moved out did Robert see it was Rod, his cock was
covered in sperm as he pulled it from Susan's mouth after having used her for
the second time. Rod moved out of the way so another man could take his place.
"Robert, I have a proposition. You're wife's tits, they're looking
pretty, well, shredded. I propose we allow your other girls to help Susan
accomplish her goal, and then maybe we could cut your wife down?" Rod walked to
Robert's wife.
"Since you can't offer your daughters for the game Robert, I'm going to
ask your dear wife to set their fate. Dear," Rod pushed her hips gently,
sending her swinging from her tortured breasts. "do you want your girls to help
Susan get you down?" Robert was surprised to see his wife eagerly nod her head
yes as the bell for the 60th minute ring.
Rod picked up the control box to raise the chains once again, but instead
he turned and faced the camera.
"You know Bob, I'm feeling generous." He pressed a button on the control
box and the chains dropped. Robert's wife fell to the floor in a heap, her
breasts still tied, but they no longer supported her weight. Her breasts were
distended and grotesque as she lay unmoving on the ground.
The camera moved to show Melissa and Jamie being carried next to Susan.
Their faces were slimy with the women's juices. Their hands were still tied
behind their backs. Men continued to pound into Susan as Melissa and Jamie were
set on their knees.
Melissa's back convulsed as she started to vomit. When she was through,
one of the men came from the shadows and poured a bucket of water over her and
Jamie. A line of men formed to use them immediately.
Robert watched in horror as the men violently started driving themselves
deep in Melissa and Jamie's throats.
The camera moved to Robert's wife still laying on the floor. She didn't
move, the ropes were still pulled tight around the base of her breasts. He
heard Rod's voice come through the TV before the camera returned to his face.
"Oh Robert, my generosity only extends so far. They have 15 minutes,
then, if they still haven't got to a 100, then your wife is returned to a foot
off the ground by those precious titties.
The bell clanged again, 3 men had spent themselves in Jamie's mouth and 4
had cum in Melissa's. 43 men had filled Susan's pussy, and 29 had filled her
mouth. Robert did the math, 21 to go. He watched the knob grow in Melissa's
mouth as another man drove deep in her throat. The lines of cum already
dribbled down her chin.
The bell clanged, 15 minutes had passed. Robert heard the screams of his
wife as the camera focused on her. The gag had been removed and the chains
started to pull her up. Slowly her body was lifted of the ground by her tits.
They stretched as she was pulled to her feet, she was unable to get her legs
under her to support her weight. For an instant her feet were planted on the
ground, then inch by inch the space between her toes and ground grew. Her head
arched back as she screamed. When she was a foot off the ground the chain
stopped moving and her body started swaying.
Robert stood, yelling at the screen. Only one more man needed to release
himself into his daughters. He couldn't believe Rod would do it, only one more
man. Melissa, Susan and Jamie were vying to bring off the last man. 45 men had
filled Susan's pussy, 32 had used her mouth, 10 had shot themselves in Jamie's
mouth, and 12 had already spewed in Melissa's.
Robert heard the thud of his wife on the ground as one of the men shot
his load into Melissa's throat. Thick, heavy lines of cum covered her chin and
ran down over her tiny breasts. Her nipples were hard and topped with dollops
of cum.
The men who had been in the process of using the other girls finished up,
spewing their loads. In all, there had been 103 loads of sperm shot into his
daughters.
Rod got back in front of the camera as Robert crumbled back in his chair.
He was numb.
"Not bad Robert, 76 minutes and 14 seconds. Sorry about those last three
guys, we couldn't stop them once they got started you know."
Rod walked to where Robert's wife lay slumped on the floor. He pulled
out a knife and wedged the metal up under the ropes, eliciting another horrible
scream from her before she passed out. Her breasts were beyond purple, almost
black. Deep welts circled her breasts where the ropes had dug into the skin.
Her breasts were mangled and distended. They hung well down on her body. Rod
touched the nipple on one breast and she came to screaming in pain.
Rod got up and walked to where Jamie was kneeling. Her eyes were closed,
but tears still streamed down her face joining the cum on her chin. Rod patted
her head and then moved on to Melissa. Her face was covered like Jamie's,
though less cum ran down her chin. The men had been more intent to shoot their
loads deep in her sweet little mouth. Melissa was whimpering as Rod cupped her
head.
"You girls did a good job of helping out your older sister. I'm sure
she, and your mother are appreciative."
Melissa coughed then spurted cum, it came from deep in her belly. It
rolled over her lips. The whitish, translucent goo bubbled from her mouth and
ran down her face over her chest.
"Guess she didn't like the meal tonight Buddy. Let's get over to the
star of the show."
Rod walked to where Susan lay, still bound on the bench. The camera
focused between her legs. Her belly, her sex, her thighs, they were covered
with cum. When the men stopped using her, cum flowed out of her gaping sex.
She was covered, painted with sperm. The camera moved up her torso. Her
breasts rose slightly with each breath. Odd lines of cum marked her belly and
crossed her tits. When the camera moved to her head it was a disgusting slimy
cum covered mass. Her eyes were invisible under the pools of sperm. Her
forehead, her cheeks, the cum literally hung from her face. Her nostrils were
filled with spunk. It had drained back down into her throat through her nose.
Unbroken lines of cum dangled from her head to the floor, running over her hair
once beautiful, smooth, long blond hair.
Robert shook in the chair, he couldn't believe what he saw. He couldn't
believe that that thing, that awful disgusting thing on the screen, was his
daughter.
"Robert, I hope you enjoyed our show. Just think, this is just the
second day of fun. We do have more planned, but I don't want to ruin the
surprise. I just wouldn't wait too long to get working on the money. As I said
before, we'll grow tired of sex eventually, even when it's fucking your
beautiful daughters." Rod ran his hand over Melissa's nipples. She tried to
recoil from his touch.
"I want my fucking money Robert, you had better understand that. I want
my money, I earned it, and the longer it takes you to get it to me, well, our
creativity might start to die, just like your girls!"
The tape cut off. Rod's words left no doubt to the seriousness of the
situation. Robert collapsed back in the chair, he couldn't believe this was all
happening.
The VCR tape began rewinding in the machine. Robert tipped back the
bottle and drank.
(end of chapter 2-Day 3 is next)
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