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You hear people use the word every day. I hate spinach, I hate shopping, and I hate the president. But when you say that you hate those things, that isn't really hate. Well, maybe about the president, but people don't really hate food or activities or most of the people that they say they hate. I seriously doubt if most people have ever really experienced hate. I know. I used to use the word all the time too. I hate that TV show. I hate some particularly narrow minded columnist. I hate this and that. I now know that I didn't hate those things. Because now I know what hate is. I hate the two people that are responsible for ruining my wife and driving her to suicide. I had known that one of them was largely responsible for quite some time. But it was more like I knew it at a gut level. Nobody told me. I had no first or even second hand information that those two were responsible. Not until tonight. My wife worked for an uptown law firm until recently. From what I can tell she was highly respected and very well thought of there, until someone started circulating compromising pictures and a movie of my wife and an underage teenage boy. As a result of those pictures my wife was put on leave without pay and then terminated. She was arrested and charged with a half a dozen felonies related to those pictures. They were already working to have her disbarred. I saw some of the pictures, the tamer ones. They were disturbing. They showed her having sex in nearly every position known to man, and some that weren't. They showed her with every orifice of her body being invaded over and over. The boy was very rough. There was a lot of biting and squeezing and twisting. She swore she didn't know anything about them. She had absolutely no memory of doing any of those things. And they were things that she would never do. She wouldn't. I knew my wife. She was hard working and determined to be a partner at the law firm. But more than that she was ethical, moral, probably the most honest person I know. There was no doubt in my mind that she did not remember doing the things in those pictures with that young boy. For a long time after she died from an overdose of sleeping pills, I just went through the motions. I went to work, and thanks to the fact that I work for a really great, caring man who understood what I was going through; I managed to work through it without getting fired. The police were only concerned with the apparent felonies committed by my wife Mel. Melanie. They never identified the young boy in the pictures. I don't think that they looked very hard. They had all the evidence that they needed. The legal problems went away after she died. But I couldn't stand that her reputation had been ruined. And I couldn't stand not knowing who did this to her. So, I started shopping around for a private detective. That turned out to be harder than I thought it would be. Many of them didn't do anything but divorce work. Many more didn't think that I even had anyplace for them to start looking. Some looked too white-collar/yuppie to handle something this dirty. And some that I met were so sleazy I didn't really want to shake their hands. But then a strange thing happened. I went to Phil Patterson's office one evening, just before closing, according to the hours posted in the yellow page ad. It was Friday evening and I had talked to dozens of detectives recently, I was just about to give up when I knocked on Phil's door. I had attempted to just open the door and walk in but it was locked. "Go away!" he yelled. It was still a half hour before closing time and I had driven all the way across town to talk to this guy. I wasn't leaving until I saw his face. I had learned early that it was best to meet these people face to face and use a little common sense. I hope you never have to hire one of these guys and find out what I am talking about. "No, god damn it!" I yelled back. "I drove all the way across town in that lousy rush hour traffic to talk to you. Now god damn it open the fucking door!" There was silence for a minute and then the door opened and there stood Phil. I almost just turned and walked away. He had been drinking, I could smell it. He was a big guy with a mean look on his face. He looked very disheveled. His suit was rumpled and his hair was too. But I didn't walk away. Something about the look in his eyes stopped me. He looked as tortured as I was. He looked me up and down for a moment and said, "I closed early for a little annual celebration. I don't usually work on this day. If you want....."he stopped talking then. I guess he saw the pain I was in. He opened the door and let me in and locked the door behind me. I followed him into his office and he waved me to a seat. He poured himself another drink and offered me one. He seemed disappointed when I accepted, but I really needed one. I proceeded to tell him what very little I knew. I gave him the pictures and the movie that had started it all. I told him that, photographic evidence be damned, she just could not have done those things. He turned is desk lamp on and pulled out a big magnifying glass and studied the photographs closely. It made me uncomfortable that he would see my wife like that, she deserved better. But if I was going to find out who was responsible I had to show them to people. After he examined the pictures he turned on his computer and looked at the DVD that had been made of the incident. He watched it closely, backing it up frequently and zooming in on certain scenes. Finally he stopped it and asked me what the cops had thought. I told him that they had arrested her and the DA had charged her. "Dumb bastards!" he growled. "It's obvious that she was drugged." I was certain all along that she had been drugged. But I couldn't tell it from the pictures. There was no sound, but the pictures seemed to speak for themselves. Phil started pointing things out to me. Her eyes were never once opened all the way. In more than one scene her body was placed in an unnatural and certainly painful position, but she just stayed that way until someone moved her. In almost every instance she didn't move without being guided. She had moved around, but slowly, though seemingly of her own free will in the movie. There were several places, just before the camera cut away that there seemed, just for a microsecond, to be a confused look on her face. We sat together for another two hours without saying a word, until the bottle was empty. Finally he said, "I'll see what I can find out." That was a pleasant surprise, and the next surprise was that he didn't need a retainer. He said, "If I find out who did this, how about we get the money from them?" I told him that I appreciated the offer, but that he was the first of a long line of PIs I had spoken to that I trusted and he deserved a fair payment. I was pretty drunk by then, of course. He said we would talk about it later. I gave him my card and walked down the street and got a room in a cheap motel and passed out. It took a while the next morning for everything to come back to me. I lay in the strange bed for a few minutes before I remembered where I was and why I was here. I took a quick shower and put my clothes back on and drove home. After that, life just went on. Every once in a while Phil would call and ask me something that seemed totally unrelated to what he was looking into. But mostly I never heard from him. Until one day he came to my office and told me to come with him. He didn't want to talk in my office. I told my boss I was taking a sick day and grabbed my jacket and we left. We took his car and as he drove he told me what he had found out. "I found the boy in the movie. He was older than he looked, but still too young to be in that kind of movie," Phil said. "Once I found the kid I got some good clues and found the camera guy. He is a real sleaze. He makes low budget local porn, amateur stuff, nothing that's ever going to make him rich." "The good thing about dealing with a guy like that is that he's got no principles. The other good thing is that he has done so many bad things that he is easy to scare." Phil handed me a plastic baggy with two DVD cases inside. "One of those is the original disk from the video camera with the entire recording. The other was a copy the guy had hidden. In the first ten minutes you see the couple who drugged her. They are standing over her gloating and bragging. Then you see them undressing her and slapping her around to get her as conscious as they could. Then they bring the kid in and explain what they want him to do. I recommend that you don't watch the movie. There were things on there that weren't on the copy that you had. You don't want to see them." I thought about that for a few minutes. Then he said, "You can take this to the cops and maybe they go to jail, maybe they don't. You know how the courts work nowadays. What you need is a plan. You need revenge. You need to make them suffer like your wife suffered, like you have suffered. And I want to help. That night you came into my office looking for a PI was the third anniversary of my wife's death. I can't touch the man that killed my wife. So I want to help you make them suffer." He still hadn't told me the most important information. "I definitely want to get even. I have never hated anyone before. It is consuming me. I don't know if getting even will change that. But I want to get even. And I would be happy to have your help. But you still haven't told me who, or why." "It seems your wife was on the fast track to the next partnership that would be opening in the very near future. It also appears that, barring some unforeseen event, this would be the only opening for a long time. The woman that joined the law firm a year before your wife wanted that position. She and her husband intended to ruin your wife so that she could get the position. And she did. She was promoted about a month ago." Even though I had suspected that they were involved it still knocked the wind out of me. I slumped down in my seat and closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more right then but to get a gun and kill them both. "Phil, where can I get a gun?" "Don't be stupid, Dave. You do it that way and it's 'bang, bang', it's over, go to jail forever. They don't even suffer that way. You want them to suffer. And not just for a few minutes or an hour or two. You want them to suffer for as long as your wife stays dead. They are cold blooded animals and they deserve nothing more." "The sleazy photographer told me that the evening after Mel committed suicide, they had a party. Which reminds me; don't take the original disk out of the plastic bag. It may or may not be true but the guy I got it from said that he always handled it with gloves on. He swears that the two sets of prints on the disk belong to Edward and Phyllis Mott. They think that they destroyed the original, but they only got a copy. I liked the way Phil thought. I got to thinking about good old Ed and Phyllis Mott, about making them pay. Pay for destroying my wife, ruining a very promising career, and taking the away the person I loved more than I had ever loved anyone in my life. Phyllis was probably the one most responsible. She was in her mid thirties and really resented Mel for being prettier and smarter and just plain better. Phyllis was better at dressing the part and throwing good parties and sucking up at work. And she was always trying to get Mel in trouble, and had been caught at it more than once. Her husband, Ed, was an accountant and looked and acted like you would imagine the stereotypical accountant might act. I know, not fair to paint everyone of any profession with such a broad brush, and I am not saying there is any truth to that stereotype, only that Ed fits the mold. And, he is a wimpy bully. Anyone can face him down, but don't turn your back on him. "Okay Phil," I asked, "do you have a plan?" "I have a start of one. First, since they used sex to destroy Mel, we use sex to destroy them. We have enough evidence and witnesses to have them charged with involuntary manslaughter. The evidence is actually pretty convincing, but chain of evidence rules being what they are, there is always the chance those disks could be thrown out. Then it is the word of a sleazy photographer and a juvenile delinquent against a successful attorney and an equally successful CPA. Our advantage here is that Phyllis is not a criminal attorney. She will probably not know how good the chances are of getting the disks thrown out. I think we can use what we have to destroy them. Besides, involuntary manslaughter doesn't really describe what they did." "How would you like to make Phyllis a sex slave? Force her to fuck strangers on the streets, and star in a few porn movies. Even have her working with kids and animals! That would be poetic justice. And Ed too, for that matter, he is just as responsible. They have two teenagers. I would love it if they had to do this in front of the kids. We will humiliate them and degrade them until it is boring, and be sure to record a lot of it. And when it is no longer fun, when they are nothing more than sewer rats, then make all of the movies public, including the beginning of the one which shows them preparing your wife to be raped by a young boy. After that we just have to keep an eye on them and make sure that every time they try to crawl up out of the sewer we are there to step on their fingers and push them back in. What do you think?" I didn't even have to think about it. I said, "I have been thinking about what I would want to do to the people responsible for Mel's death if I every found them. I thought about it all of the time, for almost a year now. Your ideas are much better than anything I came up with. Let's do it!" "Alright, I need to get some things ready first. I want to get the prints on the disk checked. It should be easy enough to get copies of their finger prints. I want to get some still pictures made from the beginning of the disk that show Ed and Phyllis smiling and undressing Mel. I have a notarized statement from the teenager that I will want a copy of and another from the photographer. I should be able to have that all ready in a day or two. Let's plan on dropping in on Ed and Phyllis on Saturday morning?" "I am so excited that I doubt if I will be able to sleep between now and Saturday morning," I answered. "But that's alright. I haven't slept much in the last year anyway. I am used to it." Phil drove me back to my office and I shook his hand and thanked him profusely. He stopped me, "Davy boy, between draining there bank accounts and selling the movies we make of them, I will be well compensated. But that is not why I worked so hard on this and you know it. I want them to suffer as much as Mel did, and as much as my Linda did. I am willing to make that my full time job for as long as it takes to put them in the gutter." "What about their teenagers?" I asked. "Have you heard the term, "collateral damage"? I don't have anything against them. The boy is a bully at school, the girl thinks her shit don't stink, but the thing is, they are one more tool to use to destroy that family. I am not in the least reluctant to destroy that entire family. I will pick you up at your house around 7:00 AM on Saturday, if that isn't too early for you." I shook his hand again and said I would be ready. And I would. When I said I wouldn't be able to sleep until then I had not been kidding. *** Saturday morning took forever to get here, but when it did finally arrive I was standing at the curb ready. I had been up drinking coffee since a little after 3:00 AM. Despite Phil's recommendation I had made myself watch the entire disk, the complete, unedited disk. The first time I tried to watch it I had to vomit. The things they did to Mel were sickening. And they laughed and joked the entire time. I couldn't think of enough sick things to do to them. But I was going to devote myself to their complete destruction. When Phil arrived I jumped in and he drove off. It wasn't that far. They only lived about five or six miles away. Phil pulled up in the driveway and we got out. He pulled a pile of papers out of the back seat and we went to the door. Phil stood back out of the way and I rang the bell. Ed answered after a few minutes and when he saw who it was he got such a condescending sneer on his face I almost hit him. But before I could, Phil pushed between us and grabbed Ed by the lapels and said in a pleasant, conversational voice, "Hi. I'm Phil, a friend of Dave's. Do you mind if we come in?" Then he pushed Ed ahead of him and we went in, through the foyer, and into the living room. The sudden change of expression on Ed's face made me feel a little better already. As we walked into the living room Phyllis called out from the kitchen, "Who was that Ed?" Phil had pushed Ed into a chair and we just looked at him and waited for him to answer her. He didn't say anything for a minute and she asked again. He finally said, "Mel's husband, Dave, and a friend of his." Phyllis came out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway in her bathrobe with a cup of coffee in her hand and looked at us. She sensed that something bad was happening. I could see the worried look that flashed across her face. But she instantly covered it up and smiled and came into the room and asked what it was we wanted. Phil asked her to sit beside her husband. He said that he had something they needed to see. As soon as she sat down Phil started lining up pictures on the coffee table in front of them. As they watched he laid out picture after incriminating picture after disgusting picture. As soon as I saw their faces turn white I knew that we had them. Phyllis couldn't even hold onto her coffee. She was shaking so bad it was spilling on her robe. Phil politely suggested that maybe she should set the cup down and she looked down and saw what a mess she was making and sat the cup on the end table beside her. Phil continued, laying out a picture of the original disk and a copy of the fingerprint expert's statement and the sworn statements of the boy and the photographer. While Phil was doing that, I went over to the TV and slid a special disk I had made into the DVD player. It was a copy of the first few minutes of the disk, with sound this time, looping over and over for hours. They had been staring at the pile of pictures and statements in front of them, stunned. When they heard the TV they looked up and Phyllis let out a small scream and then covered her face. She wouldn't even look at me. She kept her face covered and begged me to forgive her. She said she just wanted to be the one promoted. It was supposed to be her; she had been there so much longer. She didn't know Mel would commit suicide. I said, "Oh, I see, you just wanted her to be disbarred and go to jail for a few years?" She finally dropped her hands and looked at me. She flinched when she saw the hate. She had been preparing to defend herself in some way. As if that were possible. But when she saw my face she slumped back in her seat. "What do you want?" she asked. "Not so much," I said. "I just want to destroy you, both of you. I am not going to kill you. I was going to, but Phil talked me out of it. He suggested that it would be much more fun to destroy you. And the way he described it, I thought it sounded very therapeutic. You have seen all of our cards; they are laid out on the table. You have only three choices. You can take Mel's way out. Or, we can distribute copies of all of that to everyone of significance in your lives, including law enforcement. Or, you can consider yourselves our total slaves for the foreseeable future. And I have to tell you, the first two choices are your best bet. I have built up a lot of hate in me since you destroyed my wife. I shall make your lives a hell on earth. I'm waiting, choose." She looked at me like I was crazy. She was stuttering and stammering, but her brain was frozen, there was nothing she could say and she knew it. I had been ignoring Ed. She and I looked at him at the same time. He looked up at me and said, "But it was her idea." I almost laughed and Phyllis yelled at him and slapped him. He just covered his face and left everything up to Phyllis. Finally she found her tongue, "You can't get away with this! This is blackmail! If you don't get out of here this instant I am calling the police! And shut that television off! I have kids in the house!" "If that's the way you want to play it, go ahead, call the police," I sneered at her. "Like I said, it's your choice. But let's just leave the TV on until they get here." "What are you going to do with us?" she asked, finally admitting defeat. "I already told you. I am going to destroy you. I am totally without pity for either of you. You destroyed my life, now I shall destroy yours." I glanced at Phil. He was standing over against a wall watching and smiling. When our eyes met he nodded his approval. Things did seem to be going as planned. I looked back at Phyllis and said, "The first thing we need to do is change your name. While Phil and I try to come up with something appropriate, why don't you stand over here and undress for us?" For just a split second there was a flash of defiance. But it instantly extinguished itself. She started to get up and fell back down. The second attempt succeeded and she made her way to the place in the middle of the room that I had indicated. She took off her bathrobe with shaking hands and dropped it on a nearby ottoman. She started to unbutton her pajama top when she suddenly looked up and said, "I can't do this now! My kids are upstairs. They will be getting up any minute!" "Don't worry, that won't be a problem," I said. "From now on you are never to wear clothing in the house. So you are going to have to get used to it." Then I looked at Ed and told him that the rule applied to him as well. I ordered him to stand up and undress. Suddenly Phyllis collapsed to the floor and held her hands over her face again, sobbing hysterically. She realized finally that life as she knew it was over. That I was indeed going to destroy her, and her family. I watched her cry for a minute and then told her to pull herself together and get back to the task at hand. She continued to sob and I started to remove my belt. Ed rushed to her and helped her to her feet and tried to calm her. She looked at me again and saw once more the hate in my eyes. She didn't even bother to try to talk me out of this. Maybe she realized she deserved it, but I doubt it. She finally pulled off the pajama top and set it on top of her robe. Next she removed her bra. I was impressed. I think she was thirty-six years old now, and she had two kids. But there was hardly any sag in her breasts, and only the slightest hint of a stretch mark if the light hit her stomach just right. She had a nice flat stomach. In fact, I don't think that there was an ounce of fat on her. Except for those lovely little B cup breasts of course. Ed had already undressed and was standing where he had been ordered with his hands crossed over his wimpy little dick. But the party was still waiting for Phyllis to take her pajama bottoms off. I considered yelling at her to speed up, but then I realized that the anticipation of the humiliation she was going to feel was nearly as good as the real thing. Let her draw it out and suffer some more. Finally she was down to her panties. Christ, with all the clothes this broad wears to bed, how did she ever get pregnant?! No one had spoken for a long time and all eyes were still on Phyllis as she finally started sliding her panties down. God what a bush! There had never been a razor anywhere near that forest! I made her toss me her panties and I threw them to Ed. "Put them on," I ordered, "until we can find you something sexier." She was finally naked and I looked her over. I ordered her to turn around slowly. Not a bad ass, a little flat for my tastes, but I have seen worse. It shouldn't look too bad on the big screen. I opened up my pants and pulled them down and sat back down on her pristine, white sectional. I ordered her between my legs on her knees. She was only a few steps away but it took her a long time. I watched the look of absolute despair on her face and it was almost enough to turn me on, but not quite. I had not had sex since my wife killed herself nearly a year ago. Lately, a well turned ankle was enough to turn me on. But for some reason this prissy bitch had not done it for me yet. I guess because I hated her so much. I guess she would have to work that much harder. I heard a toilet flush upstairs and it shocked Phyllis and Ed. She pleaded with me not to expose the children to this. I just glared at her. I really couldn't think of anything but hurting her. I said, "Once you have my cock in your fucking mouth I will give you some idea of what your lives will be like in the foreseeable future." She glanced at the stairs and then took my soft cock into her mouth. "See that?" I asked her. "I hate you so much I am having trouble getting a hard on. You're going to have to work for it. Now, as I said earlier, from now on both of you will be naked when you are home. We will know if you aren't. I am going to let you both keep working for now, but only because I don't want to support you. The longer you do as you are told the longer you can keep your jobs and raise your brats and live in your little mansion." "But you are going to have other jobs now," I continued. "We will be taking you places in the evening and doing everything we can to break you. We will also be spending a lot of time with you in your house. And we will be having friends and casual acquaintances over, just to make it more interesting. As much as possible this will be done in the presence of your son and daughter. And I suppose you are wondering, yes, they will be joining in the fun." Phyllis started balling again, but she still had my cock in her mouth and it felt kind of nice. So I didn't stop her. "So basically the rules are, you do anything and everything that Phil or I tell you, as well as any of our friends that will be invited to knock off a piece of your ass, or Ed's if they are so inclined. You might as well just get used to the idea. And if you think of trying to beg for mercy just picture my wife first, because I do." Phyllis took her mouth off my cock and said, "Oh Dave, I'm so," That was as far as she got before I slapped her as hard as I could. She rolled onto her side on the floor and I reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her back into position. "You will never speak my name again, do you hear me? If you must address me you will call me Master. You will call everyone Master or Mistress from now on. Is that clear?" She had taken my cock back into her mouth and she only nodded. I continued with my instructions. "In a little while I'm going to send you upstairs to shave off that horrible pubic hair. All of it! And from now on you never wear a bra or panties. Anywhere! Ever! No panty hose either. I recommend that you stock up on thigh highs if you want to wear hose. No pants or shorts and no dresses or skirts past this point." I indicated a point on her thigh about three inches down from her crotch. I was finally getting turned on watching the horror in her face as I explained her new life. Once I finally got hard it was obvious to me that I wouldn't be lasting too long. I warned her not to spill any. No sooner were those words out of my mouth then I came. It must have been a huge load. It had been a very long time. She struggled, but finally managed to swallow. I glanced at Phil and saw that he was looking towards the stairs. I looked over that way and saw their son coming down the stairs. His mouth was wide open and he was staring at his naked mother who was now licking my cock clean. I saw her stiffen when she saw her son out of the corner of her eye. But she continued licking my cock. I ordered her to crawl over to Phil and see if he would like to use one of her holes. She said, "Yes Master," and turned her ass toward her son and crawled slowly across the room to kneel at Phil's feet. I listened to Phil ordering her to take his pants off and lick his balls as I watched her son who was now standing at the foot of the stairs looking shocked. Finally I smiled at him and waived him into the room. He didn't know what was going on, of course, and must have assumed that his parents were doing these things against their will since they were so totally out of character. He was probably trying to decide if he should run out and call 911. But he recognized me. I had met him at several of the family get-togethers that the law firm was always throwing together. And his father was just watching in a pair of panties as his mother was crawling around, apparently willingly. The boy, Todd, finally took a few tentative steps closer. I said, "Hi Todd. I imagine this looks pretty strange. I will explain everything when your sister comes down. Starting this morning there will be a lot of changes in your lives. Do you know if she is up?" "Yeah," Todd said, unable to stop staring at his naked mother who was now sucking on Phil's cock. "She's getting dressed now." And then I heard her start down the stairs. I watched her tripping lightly down the stairs, blissfully unaware of the sudden change that was about to take place in her life. She saw her brother standing half way between the stairs and where I was sitting and then she saw her mother, naked and sucking a stranger's cock. She almost tripped on the last two stairs before she was able to come to a stop. All she saw at first was her mother and the half naked man that her mother was having oral sex with. Then she spotted her father wearing her mother's panties. Then she saw me with my pants pulled down and my soft cock twitching. I couldn't help it, watching those two kids watch their mother sucking a cock was turning me on again. I told the two kids to come in and sit down and I would explain everything. They looked at each other, obviously unsure, and very reluctant to be in the room with their mother sucking some stranger's cock. Both of their faces were bright red, and their eyes were wide and staring. Todd started slowly walking in and I invited him to sit on the sectional near me. He carefully avoided looking at my exposed genitals and sat several sections away. I looked at the girl, Claire and she finally walked slowly into the room. She obviously didn't know where to look. At the tender age of fourteen, I suspected that she had probably not seen an erect, adult male cock before. And was probably having a hard time believing that her mother would even suck a cock in the first place, much less for a strange man, in the living room, in front of the entire family. She slowly walked into the room, carefully avoiding looking below my waist and carefully keeping her distance from me. Then she had to decide where to sit. She didn't want to sit too near to me, nor did she want to be too near to where her mother was performing oral sex. "I am going to explain this whole bizarre scene to you kids. But first, watch the TV. It is the same five minute scene repeated over and over. Once you have watched it I will explain what is happening here." Both kids watched the TV and saw their parents laughing and joking as they gloated about all the terrible things they were going to do to the young, obviously unconscious young woman on the screen while they roughly removed her clothing and took every opportunity to abuse her body in the process. Just before the loop started again, you see them calling the teenage boy over and telling him in great detail what they want him to do to her and how they are going to film it in such a way that the people who see it won't know she has been drugged. The scene went back to the beginning of the loop and they looked at me again. I asked them if they recognized the woman in the movie. They shook their heads. They were obviously being overwhelmed by all of this. I would have to try to do this as calmly as possible, but I was not going to pull any punches. "That was my wife, Mel. You knew her. You met her at a lot of the office family get-togethers. Your parents drugged her and made a movie of an underage boy having sex with her, and a lot of other indignities that are not on this DVD. Then they sent those movies and some pictures they took to everyone in my wife's life. They did this because my wife was about to get the promotion that your mother wanted. But they didn't just send the movie to her boss. They sent it my wife's family and my family, our friends, our Minister and most of the people we go to church with, and the police. My wife was arrested and was going to be sent to jail for having sex with an underage boy. She was drugged and didn't even remember the event. But she couldn't live with the total collapse of her life and all of the humiliation. Your parents left her no way out, so she killed herself." I watched their reaction and they both seemed to be suitably shocked, but they didn't seem to doubt what I was saying. It would be difficult with the evidence playing in a loop on their TV. "It took me almost a year to find out what happened and track down the people involved. If you would like to look through them later, the statements from the boy and the photographer are on the table there. Once I had all the evidence I had to decide what to do. I wanted to kill your parents. But my friend over there, Phil, talked me out of that. He said that wouldn't be enough revenge and I would just end up in jail. So we came up with this plan. We came here this morning and offered your parents three options." I went back over the three options that I had offered them and then I said, "You can see which option they chose. From now on there is going to be a lot of sex going on around here. I am going to abuse and degrade and humiliate your parents just like they did to my wife. I will not try to force you to take part; you will not be raped or abused. However, if you want to join in the fun you will be welcome to. If you want to do just about anything, from now on, you will be allowed. If your parents say no to you then you just tell me and I will take care of it. Todd, if you want to have sex with your mother, any time, any way, any place, please feel free. Claire, I don't know if you are still a virgin or not. At your age you should be, but if you would like to have either of your parents sucking on your sweet little pussy, you are more than welcome to put them to that use. If you would like to just watch and learn you may do that too. If you just want to stay in your room and make believe none of this is happening you may do that if you wish. I had you two investigated. I found out that Todd is a bit of a bully and likes taking advantage of helpless people. And that he has, on at least two instances, been guilty of date rape. I suspect that once the shock has worn off he is going to have a lot of fun with your mom." "I wasn't able to get much information on you, Claire. You seem to be a nice, quiet, well behaved, intelligent young woman. I am sorry that you are caught in the middle of this. I will protect you from the worst of it if you want me to." I watched them for a while. Todd heard Phil, obviously having an orgasm in his mother's mouth and he watched that with obvious interest. Claire, on the other hand, was watching the TV and looking over the statements. Phil finally sat down in a chair across the room. When he was comfortable he ordered Phyllis to crawl over to him and suck on his big toe for a while. I was very disappointed at how easily she gave into us. I had been looking forward to a few good beatings. But of course, there were still going to be some beatings. Well, I think the word is whippings. Both kids watched as their mother crawled across the floor with her breasts swaying and took Phil's toe into her mouth. Up until now, Ed had been ignored. He had stood to the side in his wife's panties with his hands clasped in front of his genitals. I had noticed that he had several erections. I thought it was time he got to play a little too, so I ordered him to get down and crawl over to Phil and suck on his other big toe. He was too embarrassed to even look up. He fell to his knees and obeyed immediately. His children stared in horror and disbelief as they watched their father crawl across the room in a pair of panties and suck a man's toe. They would see him sucking more than that before it was all over. Claire dropped the statements she had been reading and sat back on the couch. "They killed your wife," she said, "They drugged her and raped her and destroyed her life and they laughed while they did it!" I felt I should add, "And the day after she killed herself they had a party to celebrate." Claire was crying, and I felt kind of sorry for her. I assumed she was crying because of what Phil and I were doing, because of what was happening in her life at this moment. So I was astounded when she went over to where her parents were kneeling sucking on toes. She knelt down so that she could see their faces. "You killed her! I don't even know you! You raped and killed that woman as sure as if you put a gun to her head. I liked her. Whenever I saw her she talked to me like a real person, not always talking down to me like you and your friends do. I hate you! I hate you both and I am glad that they are doing these things to you. There is nothing they can do that you don't deserve!" Phil was surprised too. We exchanged smiles. Things seemed to be going even better than we had imagined. Now that my revenge had begun I took a moment to see how I felt about it. Was destroying this couple as satisfying as I had hoped? I looked at them, kneeling in front of Phil, each with a toe in their mouth, and their daughter kneeling in front of them with a look of disgust on her face, and I am sorry to have to admit that, but yeah, it felt good. It felt a lot better than putting them in jail for a couple of years. Suddenly Todd stood up and walked over and stood beside his sister, looking down at his parents. Phil spoke to him quietly, "You can touch her if you want. From now on you can do anything you want with her. She can never say no. You can touch her, you can make her kiss your ass or suck your cock. You can fuck her any time you want. Well, any time we aren't using her. We have a lot of plans for her. Have you ever seen a porn movie?" Todd blushed, but nodded and said, "A few. I have a friend that sneaks into his parents room and makes copies of some of their's." "Your mother is going to be making them," Phil explained. "She is going to be making the nastiest ones. She will be starring in movies about gang bangs and animals and bondage and sadism and things she never even imagined." "Your mother has been told that she can never wear clothing in her house again. And your father can only wear panties. We are going to have to get him some sexier ones than those he has on now. We just borrowed those from your mother for the time being." Todd couldn't resist any longer. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to take advantage of the situation. He dropped to his knees beside his mother and started touching her. He reached underneath her with his left hand and started groping her tit roughly. His right hand moved to her ass and slid down her ass and between her legs. When Phyllis first felt the touch of her son's hand on her tit she groaned, then she started crying loudly again. Phil let her cry for a minute then he reached down and lifted her to a kneeling position using her hair to pull her up off of his toe. He ordered her to shut up. He said she was just feeling sorry for herself and since she was the only one that did, it was probably inappropriate. She continued crying and he slapped her. Not real hard. Not as hard as I had slapped her earlier. But it got her attention and she got it under control. I was watching Todd while Phil got his mother under control. When Phil pulled her erect Todd got his first good look at her naked body. His eyes lit up and the erection in the poor boy's jeans could be seen throbbing. Claire watched in fascination as Todd reached out again and touched his mother. He toyed with her breasts for a moment and then ran his hand down over her stomach to her huge pubic bush. His mother shivered as she felt her son explore her body, but continued to just kneel there with her eyes tightly shut. Phil said, "That is the biggest jungle of pubic hair I have ever seen, don't you agree Todd?" Todd grinned and nodded his head. "Come on then, let's take the bitch upstairs and get rid of it. Or would you rather fuck her first, just so you can tell the difference later?" Todd didn't hesitate, "I wanna fuck her!" "Oh no, Todd, I'm your mother!" I had wondered if Phyllis was going to find anything so onerous she would object to it. I guess she finally had. Good. Phil said, "Lay down Phyllis, and spread your legs for us." Phyllis groaned, but she obeyed. Once she was in position Todd explored her pussy for a minute then he stood up and took off his pants and his shorts and shoes. I thought he had a pretty impressive cock for a fifteen year old. Something about her expression gave me the impression that Claire had seen it before. But that was just a guess. Todd got to his knees between his mother's legs and got into position over her. Phil pushed Ed away from his toe and ordered him to put his son's cock into his wife. I was astounded at Claire's reaction; she giggled as her father took Todd's dick in hand and lined it up with mom's hole. "Oh shit!" Todd exclaimed as he buried his dick in his mother. "It feels so hot and tight! I can't fucking believe it! Jesus Claire, it's even better than I thought it would be." I guess it was good for him; he came in about thirty seconds. He fucked her like a rabbit and then tensed up like he was being electrocuted and just kept saying, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." He collapsed onto her for a minute and then he pulled out and moved back to look at her. Claire moved closer and looked at her mother's freshly fucked pussy with her brother's cum leaking out. The kids both watched fascinated when Phil ordered Ed to clean her up. "Please....." Ed looked back and forth between me and Phil and knew there was going to be no reprieve. He crawled over between his wife's legs and started tentatively licking. He had to keep stopping to get his gagging under control. Phil asked Claire and Todd if they wouldn't like to be nice and help poor old dad out. "I am sure it would be easier for him if you would each take one your mom's legs and lift it up. That will raise your mom's pussy up more and your dad can eat her out better." The kids looked at each other for only a second before they grinned and each grabbed an ankle and raised it high. We all watched in fascination as Ed ate out his wife's cum filled cunt. Suddenly Claire said, "What about me? Everyone but me is running around half naked and having sex! I don't want to be left out." I said, "What do you want to do honey? I told you that if you would like either of your parents to eat you out you are more than free to order them to. You certainly look very grown up, but I imagine you are still a virgin, and fourteen is pretty young to start having sex. Don't you think so?" "I am still a virgin," she said. "But I have done some stuff. Sex is fun! I haven't gone all the way yet, but I want to, and think how much they would hate if they saw me fucking someone!" Phil ordered Ed to stop eating his wife's pussy. She was starting to enjoy it. Ed knelt up and backed away and the kids spread her legs a little more and were looking at mom's pussy, now clean and covered only in saliva. "Do you have someone in mind that you would like to fuck?" I asked her. "Yes," she said, without even thinking about it. "Todd and I have been teasing each other for years. I would like to fuck Todd." Phyllis started crying again, but Phil nudged her ass with his foot and she got herself under control. Claire continued, "And I would like to fuck you. I always liked you and I feel like I owe you that. Does that make sense?" "It makes a weird kind of sense. And this is a weird situation so I guess that's alright. You are definitely a hottie. As I said earlier, I will protect you, but if you want to have sex with me I will not say no. I would love to get my hands on your hot little body." Claire walked over to where I was sitting with my pants around my ankles and my dick half hard. She looked down at me for a moment, openly checking out my cock, and then she bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was just a sweet kiss at first, but then she put her arms around my neck and I felt her tongue pushing between my lips and met it eagerly. I pulled her down into my lap and held her close as I kissed her. I moved my hand to gently caress her firm young breast and she gasped at the sudden stimulation. She held me even tighter and kissed me even more passionately. My cock was no longer half hard. I finally broke the kiss and sat back. "Jesus H. Christ on a stick, you are one hot young lady!" Claire giggled and buried her face in my neck and licked it gently. "Maybe you should make me a slave too. Make me take my clothes off and do everything you want." I grinned back at her and kissed her again. Then I ordered her to stand in front of me and undress. I felt her body shiver in excitement when I said that. She kissed me again and stood up. Everyone in the room was watching the sudden conversion of Claire from innocent bystander to willing victim. I had no intention of putting her through the things her parents were going to experience. But I was certainly going to enjoy her sweet young body if she was giving it to me willingly. As my wife had been fond of saying, only half joking, "You are, after all, just a man." I stared, fascinated, as Claire slowly undressed in front of me. She didn't seem to be the least bit shy about it. As she took off each item of clothing she dropped it in my lap. She took off her top and then her frilly little bra. She had uncovered the most beautiful little set of tits I have ever seen in my life! I held onto her bra when she dropped it and enjoyed the heat of it in my hand as I watched her unbutton her jeans and slide them down her long slender legs. She hesitated only a second before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her dainty, lacy little panties and sliding them off and tossing them to me. I held her panties to my nose for a moment and enjoyed the wonderful smell of her sweet body on them. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen!" I said, just a bit embarrassed by the breathlessness in my voice. Claire smiled and stood there, apparently feeling perfectly confident and not the least self conscious about being naked. I pulled her back into my lap and ran my fingers through the fine blonde hair covering her tiny little pussy. I whispered in her ear, "Who do you want to be the first?" I saw Phil heading upstairs with the rest of the family while she thought about it and then she said, "I would like you first. But maybe it would be better if Todd went first. I have been teasing him for a long time, and his dick is a lot smaller than yours. It might hurt less." I kissed her again and said, "Anything you want, slave." Then we went upstairs to watch the clear cutting of Phyllis' forest. We walked into the bathroom and saw Phyllis sitting in the middle of the floor on a towel cutting her pubic hair with a pair of scissors. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she was quiet. Todd was sitting down right in front of her watching closely. Any normal kid in the world would have been pissed off if two guys came into his home, made his parents strip and suck them off, and then suggest that he was free to feel his mother up and then fuck her. A normal male teenager would be protective of his mother. We suspected from the reports Phil had gotten about Todd that he might be, shall we say, less than normal. But there was something freaky about a fifteen year old boy that enjoys watching and then joining in when this stuff is happening to his mother. I am not complaining, it makes our task easier. But it just ain't right. Phyllis finished trimming her hair with the scissors and Phil told her to take a shower. He handed Todd a razor and invited him to give his mother a hand in the shower. He smiled and whipped his shirt off and we watched as he soaped up his mother's pussy and shaved her, twice. I whispered to Claire that I didn't think her brother was quite right. She smiled and said that they had always been very hard on Todd. They had made his life hell. She said it was probably a good thing we came along before he ended up taking a gun to them one night. Hmmm, guns, I never thought of that. I asked Claire if there were guns in the house and she said yes. We went and got them and I locked them in a cabinet. I would put them in my car later. We got back into the bathroom in time to watch Todd drying his mother with a towel. We all took a close look at her newly shaved pussy and it looked much nicer now. We went back into the living room and I had everyone sit down. I had Todd sit next to me and talked to him about Claire. "Your sister wants you to take her cherry, Todd. But this won't be like fucking your mother. Your sister is a nice kid, and she is a virgin, so you want to go easy and try to make it really nice for her. It normally hurts a girl when she loses her cherry, but if you do it right it isn't so bad and can be exciting. So I am going to give you some advice before you fuck her. Okay?" Todd grinned at his sister. I wondered just how far these two had actually gone. I would have to ask her later. He looked back at me and said, "Sure. I love my sister. I don't want to hurt her." "Great," I said. "Here is what you need to do." I proceeded to tell Todd all about foreplay. And if he wanted to fuck his mom, or even his dad, like a bunny rabbit in heat that was just fine with me. But if he wants to please his sister he is going to have to take his time. Slow down and try to sense what she is feeling, and what she needs. If you want to have really good sex, it isn't that hard. All you have to do is really care about your partner and what she wants. It is harder for her. If a guy wants good sex all he has to do is have sex! Most guys will tell you that there is no such thing as bad sex. But a girl is higher maintenance than that. It might sound like a pain in the ass, but it is all worth it if you do it right. Remember, karma. Karma is very important in a sexual relationship. Todd got up and went to where Claire was sitting. He pulled her to her feet and they embraced and kissed. I kept looking back and forth between the kids and the parents. I was kind of disappointed. Neither parent seemed to care about anything that was happening unless it was happening to them. I thought that having Claire undress and sit on my lap and make out with me would tear them up. And I was sure that watching the kids together would have some effect. But I didn't see it. I watched with just a twinge of jealousy as Todd led Claire to the middle of the room and they lay down together. They kissed a little and whispered to each other for a minute, then they started making out in earnest. Todd was moving his hands all over her body as they kissed, and Claire was caressing his cock. Todd started kissing his way down her beautiful body, just like I had instructed him. When he finally got to her pussy she was already panting and as soon as he kissed her little pussy she had an orgasm. But he kept going and she had several more before he kissed his way back up her body and then leaned down and kissed her lips as she guided his cock into her virgin pussy. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Once Claire had lined up his cock she put her arms around his shoulders and whispered, "Fuck me. I have waited so long. Come on Todd, fuck me." He had done really well until he got to this point. That first stroke went all the way. No warm up, no teasing, just wham! Clair gasped in pain and squeezed his shoulders tightly. "Oh god!" she cried out. "Wait. Don't move yet," she hissed at him. They lay locked together like that for a few minutes and then he started moving, very slow, very gently. She trembled at first and her breath caught a few times. But before long she was fucking him back and scratching his back and yelling at him to fuck her. I couldn't take any more; I called Phyllis over and put her on all fours with her face about a foot from her fucking kids. Then I got behind her and fucked her bare cunt. I was pleasantly surprised. Old Ed must not be tapping this very often. Even after having two kids and sixteen years of marital sex she was really tight. I fucked her from behind while I watched her kids finish each other off. When Todd finally rolled off of her, Claire was smiling and had obviously enjoyed her first time. And her pussy was a mess. I ordered Ed to come over and clean them both up. He got between his daughter's knees and licked her thighs and her pussy and sucked all of the cum that he could reach from her tight little cunt. Then Todd knelt beside him and I saw the slight trace of blood on his soft cock just before Ed took Todd's cock into his mouth and sucked him clean. Everyone in the room watched in awe as Ed sucked his son's cock. When he thought he had finished Ed tried to sit back up, but Todd grabbed his hair and told him to keep sucking. I had already cum in Phyllis' cunt, but I held my softening cock inside her as I watched Ed suck off his son. It didn't take very long, you know kids. After Todd came in Ed's mouth I pulled out of Phyllis and rolled her over. I had Ed clean her up and then I let him suck me clean. I think Ed has a hidden talent here! Turns out he is a pretty good cocksucker! I ordered Phyllis to take drink orders and hurry back. I needed a cold drink. I ordered Ed to get me his bank records. I was already sipping on a coke when Ed came back with his bank statements. Phil was fucking Phyllis on the floor. That reminds me; we still needed to rename Phyllis. What should it be, Slut, Cunt, Fuck meat? I decided to wait for Phil to finish fucking her and see if he had any suggestions. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ed and Phyllis had accumulated a pretty good sized bank account. They both make good money and I found out later that their big fancy house had been a wedding present from Ed's family. They had nearly a million in saving and CD's, and when I saw their statement from their broker it just made me hate them all the more. They were wealthy. They had been wealthy when they started out. Phyllis didn't even need to work. There was no fucking reason for her to drive my wife to her death for a job she didn't need, and from what I have heard, was not that good at. All I could do was shake my head in disbelief. I closed my eyes and slumped back in my seat. I felt something on my legs and opened my eyes. It was Claire trying to get back in my lap. I smiled at her and helped her sit down. "What's wrong," she asked. I told her that she was rich. That her parents were wealthy and her mother didn't even need the damned job she had killed my wife for. She hugged my neck and said she was sorry and there were tears in her eyes. She is so sweet; I couldn't look at her and stay mad. I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. When we looked up Ed was cleaning Phil, and then we watched as he cleaned Phyllis up yet again. "Phil," I said, "We need to come up with a good name for Phyllis. It should be something short but descriptive, any ideas?" While Phil was thinking about it Claire asked if 'murderer' was too long. I smiled at her and rubbed her little pussy. She moaned and I pulled my hand back. "I'm sorry," I said, you must be sore." She smiled and grabbed my hand and put it back on her pussy. "No silly! It feels good!" I think I am going to keep this girl around until she is old enough and marry her! Phil said, "I don't know, I think Cunt has a ring to it, how about you?" "Yeah, that was one of the names I was considering. How about you kids? Do you think we should change her name to Cunt?" For an answer, Claire stuck her tongue in my ear and giggled. Todd just giggled. "I think it is time to take Cunt out and get her some new clothes," I said. "I guess we can get some new panties for Ed while we are at it. Claire, do you have something that Cunt can borrow to wear to the store? I imagine that all of her clothes are much too nice for someone like her." "Well," Claire said, "I have some things that piss her off every time I try to wear them. They will be pretty tight on her, but cunts are supposed to wear tight clothes aren't they?" "Sounds good," I said. "Let's go upstairs and see what we can find for Cunt." Phil and Ed stayed downstairs and I went up with Cunt and the kids. Todd sat on the bed and watched as Claire pulled out a tiny little crop top and handed it to me. "I bought this last year and she would never let me wear it. Now it is too small for me. I was really pissed!" I handed it to Cunt and she struggled to pull it down over her head. This thing was probably too small for Claire last year when she was thirteen. I had my doubts that Cunt could get it down over her tits. But she was trying! We watched in amusement as she struggled with it, finally managing to pull it part way down over her tits. It flattened her tits out and didn't even cover her nipples completely. It was too funny to be sexy. To make matters worse, or better, depending on your perspective, every time she moved, or even if she didn't, it kept sliding up and baring her tits. At least once or twice a minute she had to struggle with it to make it cover as much of her nipples as possible. While Cunt was struggling with that, Claire pulled out one of cheerleader skirts. I was surprised that Cunt was able to button it. I was happy with the results though. Her cunt wasn't covered at all and almost half of her ass cheeks were on display. We went into Cunt's room and I ordered her to pick out her highest heels. She found a pair of boots that came up over her calf and had a three inch heel. I couldn't imagine where she would wear them. They were perfect for the outfit she had on though. We went back downstairs and I showed off my well dressed cunt to Phil. He thought it was the perfect outfit for her. We had planned on taking her to one of those sleazy adult bookstores and buying a bunch of toys and clothes. But I thought it would be a shame for the kids to miss that. I asked Phil if he knew of a place that he could call the owner and get permission to bring them in just to watch. Phil smiled and said, "It just so happens that I did a guy a favor a while back and if I have a little talk with him he might find this amusing. Let me give him a call." While Phil was out of the room I ordered Ed to put his clothes back on, but before he got started Claire came back into the room and handed me a tiny little g- string. "I bet he'd look cute in this," she said, smiling brightly. I tossed it to Ed and he took off his wife's panties and put on his daughter's g-string. His daughter watched while he struggled into the little thing. Once he had it on he looked so funny that Claire and I both laughed out loud. His balls stuck out on the edges and the head of his dick stuck out of the top. I decided to let him wear it just to humor her, but I didn't want that much of him showing in the future, so we would still be doing some panty shopping for him. He pulled his street clothes on over the panties, obviously uncomfortable. I told him to sit next to Cunt. Todd came down dressed to go out, now I was just waiting for Phil. He came back into the room in a few minutes. "It's all set up," he said. "My guy has a problem with having kids in the place, but when I told him what we had going on he figured it was worth taking a chance. Here's the thing though. If he gets busted with a kid in the place he loses his license and probably goes to jail. So if anyone starts getting hinky the kids move out, fast. Okay?" I understood perfectly. In fact, I probably would have told Phil to piss up a rope if it had been my porn shop. But that's just me. I can't imagine owning that kind of business to start with, so you can't go by me. *** I grabbed Ed's keys and we went out to the garage. Ed was the proud owner of a Bentley Flying Spur. I had seen it a couple of times and had always wondered what it would be like to drive it. Well I was finally finding out. It was nice to drive. It had every kind of gizmo you could think of. For $165,000 it should. But I have to tell you, it was very uncomfortable for six people. My Towncar would have been more comfortable! Still I got to drive it and get it out of my system. Phil and Todd sat in back with Cunt. Claire sat next to me and Ed was next to the door. Once we were on the road I put my hand between Claire's thighs and enjoyed her warmth. I watched in the rearview mirror as Todd molested his mother. I was really disappointed in how she was handling this. She didn't resist, she didn't go along. She just kind of retreated into her little mind and let what ever was going to happen, happen. And Ed was the same way. I didn't know how they were going to react when the things we had planned started happening, but I hoped that there would be some reaction besides a glassy stare. Phil directed me to an area of town I wasn't familiar with. It was an industrial area out near the airport. It was also where the tattoo parlors and strip joints and adult bookstores were mostly located. I have a tattoo. My wife had two tattoos. It never occurred to me before, but I kind of resent that I am placed in a category of people with strippers and dirty old men. Not that I have anything against strippers, or dirty old men. I had enjoyed being entertained by strippers in those few years between 'old enough' and 'married'. And now that I think about it there is little doubt that I will one day in the not too distant future be a dirty old man. Hmmm, maybe those businesses belong together after all. I was driving down the frontage road when Phil pointed out the store and I pulled into the parking lot. We all got out and I locked the car. Cunt was looking at the signs on the outside of the building and I was pleased to see that she actually was aware of where she was and was not happy about it. I took a minute to remind the kids that a lot of people could go to jail if there was an undercover cop in the place, or if some upstanding citizen was upset at seeing a couple of teenagers in a sleaze store. I also took a few minutes to explain to them what they would most likely see inside. They were both anxious and not in the least intimidated. I figured they would be able to handle whatever happened. So we made our way to the back door and after Phil knocked we waited for someone to let us in. In a couple of minutes a man came and opened the door. He was big and hairy and did not appear to have a sense of humor. He looked at us, but mostly he looked at Claire and Todd. He shook his head and said to Phil, "Man, you better not make me regret this." Phil smiled and said, "Glider, I have a feeling you are going to be very glad we came." Glider! What the hell kind of a name is Glider?! Glider stepped back and we all followed him inside. When we got to the end of the short hallway I made Claire and Todd stop and wait there. Phil and Ed and Cunt and I went on in. I looked around and was surprised. It was a large, well stocked brightly lit porn shop. Although the parking lot had been pretty full there were only a half dozen men in the store. I assumed that there was a back room with video booths. Glider followed us around as we shopped. I guess he was wondering what all the fuss was about. We headed right for the toy area. We had Cunt hold out her arms and we loaded her up with ankle and wrist cuffs, a couple of slave collars. A neat little leather belt with clips attached to restrain her arms and a couple of straps that went around her thighs for that same purpose. We picked up one of those weird gloves that hold both arms behind her back all the way to her upper arms. Phil found a spreader bar that appealed to him. We selected a dozen different dildos, vibrators and butt plugs. And, of course, a couple of different nipple clamps. As I was picking up the nipple clamps and putting them on the pile of merchandise that Cunt was holding I suddenly realized that we were going to have to get her nipples pierced. That was going to be fun. We had begun to attract a crowd as we shopped. By the time Cunt's arms were full every guy in the store was standing around watching. I ordered her to put everything we had picked out on the counter by the cash register and then we moved to the area where the slut clothing was on display. Phil and I looked over the clothing available and we both found things that we thought would be fun. I ordered Cunt to strip. She was totally exposed anyway. She had given up trying to keep the crop top she was wearing down over her nipples. And that cheerleader skirt had turned out to be just something to keep her waist warm. It didn't cover her ass or her pussy. So stripping should have been no big deal. But she looked very uncomfortable standing naked in the middle of the store. That pleased me. We had her try on several very slutty outfits and the crowd loved it. From time to time someone would come in and Glider would look at them and try to determine whether or not they were the type to object to a couple of lusty teenagers in the room, although I'm not sure that many of the men even noticed that the kids were there. But judging by the way everyone gathered around to watch Cunt put on, and then take off, her slut clothes, and the looks on their faces, I didn't see any sign of problems from the audience. Phil and I together picked out a dozen outfits and we were about to quit there but Claire started waiving wildly from where she and Todd were standing in the hall and I went over to see what she wanted. I was a bit surprised but she loved some of the outfits we were picking out to torment her mother with. She wanted some of them too! I told her to hang on and I went over to Phil and Glider and explained. Glider looked around at the audience, now nearly a dozen guys, and shrugged. He said, "I don't know. I have seen most of these guys in here before. If I had to guess I would say that they were okay. It's up to you guys." Phil just shrugged. I looked at the guys watching lustfully and thought that this could be a good opportunity. I decided to take them into my confidence. "Gentlemen," I said. "This is Cunt, my sex slave. We are shopping for a new wardrobe for her. If you saw her when we came in you know why. The thing is, her son and daughter are over there in that little hallway watching and while Cunt was trying on clothes her fourteen year old daughter saw some outfits that she wanted to get for herself. Do any of you feel that you would be offended if she were to come into the room and try on a few of these outfits?" I would have been really shocked if anyone had objected. I wasn't shocked. I waived Claire in and she came over to me and she pointed out the outfits she had liked. I told her to hand me her clothes and try them on. She grinned and put her arms around my neck and kissed me and said, "Yes Master." The way she said it gave me a hardon like you wouldn't believe. She took off her top and her skirt and panties and tried on close to a dozen outfits. And she wanted most of them. I did too. Once she had taken off the last outfit that she had selected, I told her to take them all over to the cash register and then come back and she could get dressed. The fashion show had lasted about twenty minutes and I had watched the faces in the audience. Some of them were drooling, honest to god! I was pretty close myself! I gave Claire her skirt and her top back, I kept her panties. We all went to the cash register and the owner started adding everything up. The total was over $800. I was just about to order Ed to pay the man when I had a better idea. I turned to the audience and said, "Guys, I have a pretty big bill here. If any of you would like to help out I would be happy to offer you a little time with my slave in return." "Which one," someone asked. "Sorry guys, only mama right now. Or daddy if you want him." Nobody said anything for a minute and then one guy said, "How much?" "Well," I said, thoughtfully, "this is her first time being whored out, so she is probably worth a little more. How about $2.50 for a blowjob and $5 for a fuck? Does that sound fair?" "You're shitting, right?" someone in the audience asked incredulously. "No sir," I responded. "I just had her for the first time less than an hour ago and I am pretty sure she is worth that much. If you don't believe me her son is right over there. He just fucked her too. Ask him if she is any good or not." Nobody moved for a moment and then suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of dirty old men with money in their hands. I asked Glider if there was a place we could transact this business and he said, "What the fuck, if I ain't busted already then it is too late to worry about it now. Fuck her anywhere you want. There is a room in the back with a small couch, or you can fuck her right here in the aisle for all I care." An old guy handed me $2.50 and then stood in front of Cunt. He pushed her to her knees and then he pulled his cock out and fucked her face roughly. At first everyone just watched, and then they started pushing money at me. I took their money. I didn't keep any kind of track of who was paying to do what. I didn't care. They all lined up and took their turns. Some turned her around and bent her over and fucked her and some got a blowjob. I just enjoyed watching her being used. While she was entertaining the audience I ordered Ed to pay for the things we had selected. I told him to enjoy it because by the time I was through with him he would be lucky to be able to pay for a cup of coffee. He seemed more upset by that than by everything else that had happened to him and his wife and kids so far today. I was glad that I had finally found something that bothered him. Well, besides sucking dicks and eating out freshly fucked pussies. After she had been raped by everyone in the store, including the owner, I sent her to the bathroom to clean up before I gave her something to wear. I picked out one of the less slutty outfits for her, something that she could wear in public, but was still disgraceful and humiliating. We went back out the back door and took our new purchases to the car. We threw everything into the trunk and then we got in. This time I let Ed drive. That left my hands free to enjoy Claire. I had Ed drive us to a nearby mall. Cunt's new top was almost transparent, but at least it stayed over her nipples. Her new skirt was only a couple of inches longer than the cheerleader outfit she had left the house in. She was still more naked than clothed, but that was what made it so much fun. Super conservative Miss Prissy Britches was walking around the town mall with her ass and her pussy and her tits all but exposed. And there was every chance in the world that she would run into someone that knew her. We went inside and our first stop was every man's favorite store, Victoria's Secret. First of all, I have seen her catalogs. Victoria doesn't have any secrets. But she does have style. I picked out several outfits for both Cunt and Claire. But I made Ed go ask one of the sales girls for help. He was to tell them that he needed some new panties, and that he couldn't remember his size. He was to pick out a dozen pairs of sexy, lacy panties that would cover his genitals and be attractive. Cunt was relieved that she was being left alone. She just stood there and watched impassively as Ed was helped by the young and astounded salesgirl. Once they had selected a dozen panties I made Ed try them on in one of the fitting rooms with the door wide open. The four of us stood around watching, as well as a few shocked customers. It was all I could do to keep from cracking up. Claire and Todd were both holding their hands over their mouths to try and contain their laughter. About half way through it started getting boring, so I let him dress and sent him to pay for everything. By then it was time for lunch. I have always hated plastic food. I don't eat fast food. I don't eat a hamburger anywhere that I can't get it rare. That means I only eat them at home. So that eliminated any place to eat at the mall. The kids were like most teenagers, they thought that McDonalds was a gourmet restaurant. So when it comes to meals their opinions don't count. There is one food considered 'fast food' that I like, pizza. However, only when served in a good Italian restaurant. But I had a better idea for lunch today. Not far from the mall is a small river. Recently they have begun to build up along the banks. But before they started, and for as long as I can remember, there has been a biker bar that sits right on the river, away from everything else. It has a big deck out back and they serve a decent BBQ. I didn't know if anyone would be there at this time of day, it was kind of early, but there was always a chance that we would be able to abuse Cunt some more. So I gave Ed directions and we drove over there. It was only 12:30 when we got there. They didn't open until 1:00 PM. So we sat in the car and while Todd and Phil tormented Cunt in the back seat, Claire got up on her hands and knees with her sweet ass in her dad's face and unzipped my pants and pulled out my half hard cock. She started kissing my cock and then licking it all over and in no time at all I was hard. I started playing with her sexy little tits while she sucked and I could tell right away that I was not the owner of the first cock she had sucked. This little girl was good! She couldn't deep throat, but god, she was so fucking enthusiastic! She was really having fun! I played with her tits, and from time to time my hand wandered down to her dripping wet pussy. It took almost fifteen minutes before I came in her hot sucking mouth. She swallowed it all like a pro and then she kissed my soft cock and smiled up at me like a little porn star. I pulled her up and kissed her passionately for a while and then I was distracted by the noises coming from the back. We both looked back to see Cunt sucking Todd's dick while Phil fucked her roughly from behind. As they were finishing up with her I noticed a couple of bike's pulling into the parking lot and parking nearby. Finally it was 1:00 PM and we got out and went into the bar. I asked the girl behind the bar if we could go out on the deck and get some food and drinks. She looked at us strangely. I guess a lot of people don't park out front in Bentleys. But she smiled and said, "I will be happy to bring ya'll some drinks. The cook just called in and said he would be here in about ten minutes. So I can take your orders. And as soon as Randy gets here and cooks it I'll bring it out to you." I chuckled and said, "We have all day. We just want to sit out by the water, have a cool drink, get a bite to eat and watch Cunt here flash her tits and pussy. Is that okay?" One of the guys at the bar spit out his beer when I said that. Then they both laughed and started checking Cunt out. The biker chick behind the counter said, "They won't be the first tits or the first pussy to be flashed in this joint. The customers always seem to appreciate it, so feel free." She came out from behind the counter and grabbed a handful of menus and some flatware and led us to a table on the deck. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day and the sound and smell of the clear water running right below us made the whole thing perfect. Well, I expect Cunt had reservation concerning what was about to happen to her. But the rest of us were having a good time. We placed our drink orders and Phil, the kids and I sat around talking. Ed and Cunt spoke only when spoken too. That was fine with everyone. When the drinks had been delivered we ordered some food, to be prepared if and when the cook arrived. Then the waitress/bartender went back inside and we were alone on the deck. Todd turned to me and asked, "Claire said that you told her we were rich. Is that true? I mean, I know we live in a nice house and have expensive things. I know they inherited some money and stocks and bonds when dad's parents died. But I thought we just lived well because they were overpaid." "Yes." I said. "They have nearly a million in cash and CDs in the bank. The last report I looked at from their broker listed close to thirty million in investments. I was able to get the information about your parents and what they did to Mel thanks to Phil. I plan to reward him with some of that. But I don't want any of it. I will, however, talk to an attorney about seeing that it is somehow put into a trust for you two and make sure that they cannot access it. You can use it for your education and have a nice little nest egg for when you get out on your own." I looked at Claire and said, "Although I may just keep you around." Claire said, "You should have some of the money too. They took Mel from you and laughed while they did it. They should pay for that." I kissed her and said, "Thanks sweetie, but I am not doing this for money. And believe me, they are going to pay. They have already started." The two bikers from the bar wandered out and sat down near us. They were, I suppose, waiting for Cunt to start showing off. I made her turn around in her chair and straddle the back. Now her legs were splayed wide open and her pussy was on display a couple of feet from the two bikers. They grinned at me and made some rude remarks, all in good fun of course. I noticed that the back of the chair was made just right so that one of her tits would fit in a space between the thin wooden slats on either side of the backrest. I told her to pull her top off and hand it to me and then lean into the back of the chair. She sat up straight and took off her top and then leaned forward and put her tits between the slats. One of the bikers asked me if we were going to be staying long. I told him we would be here at least long enough to get some food. He pulled out a cell phone and started making phone calls. It looked like we were going to be having company. People started slowly drifting out onto the deck. Mostly guys, mostly bikers, though not all. There were several couples that came in together. They seemed to enjoy the scenery as much as the guys did. I saw a couple of old friends and went over to say hello. I have a bike, but have not been riding socially since Mel died. That probably sounds funny, but Harley riders do ride socially. So, although I have a dozen or so friends that are bikers I hadn't been in touch with them in a while. Ray saw me approaching his table and roared. He stood up and grabbed me in a bear hug that almost killed me. "Dave! Man, I didn't think I was ever going to see you around here again! Man I'm sorry as hell about Mel." Ray is a huge guy with a heart of gold. Mel and I always enjoyed going on rides and going to ralleys and on camping trips with him and a few others. Of all my friends, she had loved Ray the most. And whenever we had gotten together Ray had never left her side. He was always there to protect her. We talked for a few minutes and the funny thing was that he hadn't noticed Cunt when he came outside. I was talking to him when his friend punched him and pointed her out. He looked at her and looked away and then did a double take worthy of a Saturday morning cartoon. Then he turned to me and said, "Are they with you?!" "Yeah," I answered. "I haven't been here in a while and she just got fucked by about a dozen guys at the porn shop and I figured she needed airing out, so I thought, what better place to air out a nasty cunt than here." Ray looked at me like he didn't understand. I guess because he knew I wasn't the kind of guy to treat a woman like that. Because he and Mel had been such good friends I went ahead and explained around the edges. I didn't tell him everything, but I told him what she and her husband did. Then I had to stop him from going over to the table and killing them. Did I mention how big he is? I finally convinced him that it was better my way. They would suffer a lot more for a lot longer. But the look on his face was scary; he really wanted to kill both of them. Then I asked him if his friend Leo still did tattoos and piercings. He grinned and nodded. He knew where this was going and it appealed to him. The last I knew Leo was working out of his home doing original tattoos for bikers and piercings for anyone that was willing to pay him. I asked Ray if he thought Leo would be interested in coming over and letting me buy him a couple of beers and then piercing Cunt's nipples, right here on the deck. Ray said, "I believe that I can talk him into it." I said, "Okay, they just brought my food over. After you talk to him why don't you and your friend join us?" "Be right over," he said. I was half way through my BBQ sandwich when Ray and his friend Curly came over. They pulled another table over and the chairs that went with it and sat down. Ray looked Cunt over good and then asked if I minded if he checked her out. Of course I didn't, but I warned him again that she had just gotten fucked and might be a little messy. Ray pulled his chair closer to Cunt's and told me that Leo was on the way. Then he started pulling and twisting Cunt's tits. He was not gentle. Everyone was watching curiously. Ray is one of those friendly, personable people that know everyone. And everyone knows that he is a gentle giant. There were some very surprised looks when the guys saw how rough he was with her tits. Cunt was grimacing and groaning in pain. But she didn't say anything. After a few minutes, Ray pulled her head up by her hair and made her look at him. He said, "Dave told me what you did. Mel was more than a friend to me. I loved that little girl. Dave had to stop me from coming over here and killing you right in front of everyone. And I could have gotten away with it once I told these people what you did. They would not have seen a thing. It is all I can do to keep from breaking your fucking neck." Tears started coming from her eyes but that was probably because he was pulling on her hair and her tits pretty hard. He finally turned back to the table and I introduced him and his friend to Phil and the kids. They were surprised when they found out who the kids were, Phil and I both laughed at the looks on their faces. Leo showed up about ten minutes later with a couple of friends. The deck was getting crowded. It usually did on a nice Saturday afternoon like this. We were a chair short so I put Claire in my lap and gave her chair to one of the guys with Leo. It really wasn't a sacrifice. I had met Leo a couple of times but we didn't really know each other well. He shook my hand and said, "Ray told me what you had in mind, and why. I am looking forward to it." "Great!" I said. "We will pay your usual fee, plus expenses, you did, after all, have to travel some. But why don't you let us buy you guys a couple of beers first?" We sat and talked and drank for a while. Guys kept coming around and checking out Cunt. A few of them even had cameras and got some good pictures. Once the others saw that, they started coming over with their cell phones. Nearly everyone there had a cell phone that took pictures! After we had put a few beers away Leo put his little leather bag on the table. He pulled out an assortment of jewelry and asked if there was anything that appealed to me. I looked at his small display and saw pairs of tiny bar bells in various sizes. But I ignored those, I wanted rings. The question was size. There was a selection of rings ranging from tiny and thin to huge and fat. I didn't want to make her so freakish that it would detract from the fact that she was an innocent housewife being raped when she started making movies. I picked up a pair of rings in a sterile plastic envelope that were nearly ¾ of an inch in diameter and thicker than most. Not in the least discrete, and it would be hard to hide the fact that her nipples were pierced, even under her clothes. Then I picked another pair of thinner, smaller ones and held them up to Claire. "Would you like your nipples pierced?" I asked her, but only kidding. I was floored by her response. "Yes Master. I would love to have my nipples pierced for you." I looked at her; I didn't want her to do for the wrong reasons. "I don't want you to do it for me. If you would like to have it done, we'll get it done, here and now. But if you have any doubts, you have years to think it over. You can always say no now and change your mind later." She grinned and whispered in my ear, "Stick your finger in my pussy and see if you think I want it done now." I held the two envelopes containing sterile nipple rings to Leo and asked him how he wanted to do it. He said, "Hey, it's your show." I said, "Alright. Let's do Claire first. And she is only fourteen, so take it easy on her, alright?" Leo nodded and I continued, "Then you can to the bitch anyway you want." Leo reached into his bag and pulled out his sterile piercing equipment. Claire took her top off without waiting to be asked, much to the delight of our large audience. She was still sitting in my lap and when I tried to move her to another seat she said, "No, please Master. I want you to hold me while he does it." I kissed her and held her tightly. Leo spoke to the waitress, who was standing nearby watching with great interest. She ran inside and came back with a glass of ice cubes. Leo handed two of the ice cubes to Claire and told her to hold them against her nipples while he got ready. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on. Next he pulled out a variety of sterile needles and selected one and opened the tiny package it came in. Then he told Claire to sit back and relax and he dried her nipples and swabbed them with alcohol. He placed a strange looking clamp on one of her nipples and I pulled Claire's lips to mine and kissed her while Leo pierced her nipple with his needle and placed the little ring into the hole. I felt Claire wince at the pain, but she took it pretty well. When I broke the kiss she was smiling. Claire looked down and smiled and said, "It's beautiful!" "Are you ready to do it again, darlin'?" Leo asked. Claire took a deep breath and smiled and said, "Let's do it!" The procedure was repeated and Claire remained topless in my lap, which seemed to please the audience at least as much as it did me. Now our attention turned to Cunt. She was seated with her back to us, but she had glanced around several times as her daughter's tits were being exposed and pierced. I suppose it had been reassuring that Claire took it so well and smiled proudly afterwards. Unfortunately for her, Leo would use a different procedure for her. Leo and a friend of his cleared a space and sat Cunt's chair in the center of it. They turned her around in the chair and then Leo's friend grabbed her arms and held them behind the back of the chair. He continued to hold on tightly as Leo pulled a ball gag out of his bag and forced it into Cunt's mouth. Cunt was looking worried now. But when she saw Leo approaching her, not with a slender needle but a long, fat needle she turned ghostly white. She started struggling and shaking her head violently and making unrecognizable noises through the gag. A lot of the men in the back of the crowd had stood up and everyone was gathered to watch Cunt get pierced. Leo started pinching and pulling on her nipples and soon, much to her dismay, they stood out long and proud. He swabbed them with alcohol, but no ice for her, and no clamp. He grabbed one of her nipples with his big strong fingers and then slowly forced the huge needle though it at the base. He had drawn the needle half way through her nipple when she passed out. He was prepared for that. He waived a vial of smelling salts under her nose and she snapped back to the world of pain she had escaped for all too brief a time. When he was satisfied that she was awake and aware Leo finished pulling the needle through her nipple. He inserted the larger, heavier ring and put a drop of some kind of superglue on it to make it more difficult to remove. Then he swabbed the area with alcohol again and moved to her other nipple to repeat the process. She immediately started struggling and screaming through her gag as Leo teased her nipple erect. She finally gave up as he was preparing to slowly insert that fat needle into her nipple. She stopped struggling and closed her eyes and sobbed quietly until the needle started to pierce her flesh yet again. Then she screamed in pain and her body tensed up. I was watching Claire out of the corner of my eye. I half expected this might be little too intense for her, but she was actually enjoying the show! Leo finally finished up the second nipple and everyone came up to inspect his work. We had to ask that they refrain from touching because of the risk of infection. But there was a lot of looking and a lot more pictures. I ordered Ed to pay Leo for the two piercings and for both sets of rings. Then I ordered him to pay our tab. I asked Leo if he would like a tip from Cunt and he said that he appreciated my gracious offer. He took her into the far corner and some of the guys stood around to give them a little privacy, or to watch, whatever. I saw Leo bend her over the handrail and fuck her from behind as she stared out into the parking lot. I guess Leo enjoys his work because he came pretty fast. He left her there and came back and gathered up his equipment. While he was packing it up I told him that we would probably be having more work done on her later, if he was interested. He smiled and handed me his card and a set of directions for the care of fresh piercings. We all got up to leave and while Claire put her top on I went over to collect my Cunt. One of the customers decided it was a shame to leave her bent over like that with no dick in her and was fucking her vigorously. I smiled and watched, it didn't look like it would be much longer. Claire came up and put her arm around me and smiled while we waited for the biker to finish fucking her mother. When he was done he backed away and saw me standing there. He said, "Hope you don't mind. It was just there, I thought somebody should climb it." I laughed and said, "I don't mind at all. If we didn't have to leave I would let anybody that wanted to have a turn, maybe next time." I heard a lot of people say "hurry back" as we left. We all went out and got in the car and Phil gave Ed instructions on how to get to our next destination. I was a little surprised myself when it turned out to be a large old farmhouse with a huge old red barn and a bunch of outbuildings. Phil had Ed drive right up to the big barn door and stop. We all got out and stood around while Phil went to a normal sized door a little further down the wall. He knocked and then went inside. It was my impression that we were going to see someone that made movies, not milk! But then, as I looked around I started to see that this was not a working farm. There were a few pieces of derelict farm equipment nearby, but nothing that appeared to be in working order. There were a few horses in a corral, and a kennel somewhere nearby; I could hear several dogs barking. But no sign that there had been any cows here for quite some time. Finally Phil stuck his head out of the door and waived us in. I hung back with Claire and we followed the others inside. We entered into an office that looked like any office in any office building. It was modern and there were no farm smells. There was even a carpet on the floor. But there was absolutely no sign of what took place in this barn. No posters, no signs, nothing. The man behind the desk watched us come in. He actually looked kind of reputable considering what I understood that he did for a living. He looked Cunt over closely and also spent entirely too much time checking out Claire. Phil did the introductions. The man behind the desk was Eric Castle. I doubt if that was his name when he was going to 3rd grade. If I did what he does for a living, I wouldn't use my real name. He nodded to me and I nodded back. Phil brought me over a copy of the contract for the movies that Cunt would be making. While I was looking it over he got up and went over to where she was standing. He walked around her and then ordered her to undress. I was pleased that she didn't hesitate to undress in front of yet another stranger. I suppose that by this point in her busy and life changing day it really didn't matter all that much anymore. He looked her over and then felt her up, even sticking his fingers into her pussy and ass. I looked up from the contract to tell him that her ass was still cherry, but she had been fucked a dozen times today. He chuckled as he stuck his slime covered fingers in her mouth and said, "She recovers fast, must be quite elastic for her age. But Phil tells me that she doesn't throat yet, is that right?" "Not yet," I answered. Then he came over to take a closer look at Claire. "You sure you don't want to make a star out of this sweet little thing? I have a special, very private, customer list that would pay dearly for a few action movies starring her. You're only fourteen, sweetheart?" "Yes sir," Claire responded respectfully. "Are you sure you don't want to be a movie star?" Eric asked. He looked like he was about to start drooling! "It isn't up to me sir, I am just a slave. I do what I am told." Little minx! Gotta love her! I said, "I thought Phil explained everything to you. This isn't about the money. Nobody, except maybe Ed, cares about the money. However, I suspect your clientele might be interested in a mother-son movie. Her son isn't my slave, but he likes to fuck and he likes to fuck his mother, right Todd?" Todd gave us one of those evil little leers of his and said, "Want a demonstration?" Eric laughed and said, "You're right Dave, I do have an audience for that. We should probably do a quick series of those before we get into the others. Okay?" I nodded, but then had an interesting thought. "There is one thing we might consider," I said. "I might be able to talk the kids into letting you film them together. If they were interested, could you use something like that?" Eric couldn't hide the eager look on his face, but he tried to sound noncommittal. He still didn't get it that it wasn't about money for us. Eric started touching Cunt's nipples and flipping the new rings in them and Cunt cringed in pain. I told him that they hadn't even been in an hour yet, and they had been done the hard way. Eric said, "We will have to wait at least a week for those holes to heal before we start shooting the good stuff, but in a day or two we could do the series with Todd. I will have some people put a few simple scripts together. It doesn't take long; there isn't a lot of talking in my movies." I had finished looking over the contract. There wasn't much to it. It simply gave Eric and his company the exclusive rights to any and all of the work product, be it still photography or moving pictures. It stated that we consented to the use and public display of such work product. And that work product might be distributed in any way deemed appropriate by Eric's company, Dark Alley Films, Inc. The contract called for a minimum of twelve films for which Cunt would be paid on a sliding scale depending on the subject matter of the film. The spaces for her name hadn't been filled in yet. We would need to select a stage name for Cunt. I handed him the contract back and he handed me a paper with the sliding scale for the different kinds of movies. I looked it over and thought, "Man! These assholes really take advantage of these poor girls." But I didn't say anything. We were, after all, here to have Cunt taken advantage of. We all started brainstorming, trying to come up with a nice slutty name for Cunt. Mostly they were all idiotic. I suggested Kitty Mott. I liked the idea of using her last name. That way, if anyone that knew her saw one of her films there would be no question that it was really her. And I figured the people that like to buy underground movies of women being exploited would prefer an innocent name, because what fun is it humiliating a street whore? There were other suggestions, some pretty ingenious, but I thought that they were too slutty for our purposes. Eric finally agreed and from then on Phyllis Mott who had become Cunt became kitty mott, with small letters. No capital letters for our little kitty. What the hell, if she didn't react to being called Cunt it wasn't any fun calling her that anyway. That was something I was going to have to work on. Since this morning when she had finally accepted her fate, she had been doing a very good zombie impression. Her expression never changed, well, hardly ever. I was hoping that perhaps a day or two at the office where she had to go around and make believe that everything was normal might make a difference. Ed's expression never changed either, but I didn't give a shit about him. We had kitty sign the contracts. It was a silly formality. Then Eric took us on a tour of the barn. There was still a large open space in the center as you would expect in a large barn. Instead of stalls and storage rooms on the sides of the large center area, there were a half a dozen movie sets and a makeup room. The sets were a couple of bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, a locker room and a class room. Eric said that there were more sets in the house, and the basement of the house had been turned into a dungeon. He took us over to the house and showed us around there. On the way back to the barn from the house he pointed out the horses and the dog kennels and said, "They are all specially trained." He had been talking to Phil and me, but I was lucky enough to see kitty's face turn white. It was getting late and it had been a busy day. I had Ed drive us home. I made Ed and kitty strip inside the door and Claire did too, even though she didn't have to. I handed Ed a new pair of panties and got kitty started cooking supper. I ordered Ed to get Phil and me a beer. Now seemed like a good time to talk money with Phil. I proposed that he keep all of the money from the movies kitty would make. And I proposed that we start liquidating some of Ed's holdings, but only enough so that I could give Phil a million dollars. I didn't know if he had any money saved up, but I figured he could probably retire with that. The rest would be split up into trusts for the kids. Phil was floored. He had been thinking I might offer him the money from the films. And that was more than he expected. But I insisted on the million and he didn't resist too hard. We watched a little TV until dinner was ready. The kids ate with us at the table, but I made Ed and kitty eat on the floor. After dinner I ordered Ed and kitty to clean up and we went back to the living room. Claire had put on one of her new outfits from the porn shop and she looked hot. She came over and sat in my lap and said, "I heard what you told Phil about the money." I asked her if it bothered her that I gave him that much of their money. "No," she said. "It bothers me that you aren't taking any. And besides, you are now responsible for me. You will need money to take me to Disney World and buy me school clothes and birth control pills." Oh yeah! Birth control pills! Better take care of that first thing Monday morning, for both of them. "Don't worry," I assured her. "Your parents will still be working and bringing home far too much money for what they actually do. And for some reason they have far too much of their savings in what is called liquid assets. They have a lot of cash and CDs." "I have decided to take some time off, until things here are running smooth and everyone knows what's what," I said. "But I will still be working and you will still be going to school. You won't be able to call your life normal. But we will make it as normal as possible. But thank you for worrying about me." I had been moving my hands around Claire's sweet body while we talked and her seat, my lap, was getting kind of lumpy. The motts came in from the kitchen and stood at the door waiting for someone to tell them what to do. Todd was incredible. That kid must have cum a dozen times today, including the blowjob he made his father give him, but he was ready to go again. He ordered his mother to crawl across the living room; he liked the way her breasts swayed when she crawled. When she reached him he put his feet up on the arms of his chair and told her to eat his ass out. She obeyed, but without much enthusiasm. Phil got up and took off his belt and gave her a really hard swat with it. She hadn't seen it coming and when it struck her she screamed and flipped over onto her back. Phil smiled at her and said, "We need to start seeing some enthusiasm from you kitty. And we want to start hearing more verbal responses. More 'yes sirs', maybe a nice smile every now and then would be nice. Is that too much to ask?" "No sir," kitty quickly responded. She scurried back to her knees and said to Todd, "I am sorry sir." She looked at Phil to see that she had satisfied him, but he said, "Almost kitty, but I think it would sound better if you didn't use first person pronouns from now on. Try that." "Kitty is sorry sir?" kitty said, tentatively. Phil smiled and said, "That sounds much better, doesn't it Todd?" Todd said, with a note of impatience in his voice, "Yeah, that sounds cool, now can I get her tongue back in my ass? I'm waiting here!" Claire and I were both laughing as kitty said to Todd, "kitty is sorry sir. Kitty will eat your ass now sir." While Todd was playing with his new kitty, we talked about living and sleeping arrangements. What Claire had said was right. I had become responsible for her. Not part of the plan, but I gladly accepted. I realized that a lot of what I was going to do, or allow to be done to her, were not the actions of a responsible guardian. But she certainly didn't seem traumatized. And, I reminded myself, she had requested, or at least she had eagerly acquiesced to everything that had been done to her today. Since I was going to be responsible for her, I decided that she and I would move into the master bedroom, for now anyway. If Claire wanted to move back to her own room later, she could. Judging by the hug I got when I made that announcement she liked the idea. Phil lives alone in a cheap old apartment. He had sold his house when his wife had been killed. He couldn't stand to be in it. He would give up his apartment and move into the mother-in-law suite on the other side of the kitchen. Todd would stay in his own room and share kitty for now. Ed, and kitty if nobody else was using her, could sleep in the spare bedroom. I decided I would make another copy of the full CD of what they did to Mel and keep it running in their bedroom forever as a reminder. Everyone but the motts seemed satisfied so I invited Claire to join me for a nice hot shower and a romantic evening. She stood up and pulled her slinky dress off and pulled me to the stairs. Before we started upstairs I ordered kitty to change the bed linens. Then I followed the most perfect ass in the world up the stairs. I had to stop her several times to kiss it. Kitty came in as we were undressing me. I ordered her to empty out her drawers and her closet tomorrow. Most of her clothes she would not be able to wear again anyway, at least not without some modifications. She said, "Yes sir." But that sure as hell wasn't a smile on her face. The master bathroom was bigger than my bedroom at home. There was marble and slate and glass and tile everywhere. In the corner was a huge walk-in shower with plate glass walls and a half a dozen shower heads pointed everywhere. Just as we were about to get into the shower, kitty came in and hung up fresh towels for us. I smiled and patted her head and said, "Good kitty." She turned red and went back to making the bed. But I appreciated her taking the initiative. Claire and I got in the shower and soaped up and rinsed a couple of times. She was a lot of fun to soap up. She asked me if I wanted her to shave but I kind of like her sparse little pubic patch. She kept it nicely trimmed and her hair was so light and fine that I found it appealing. We dried each other off and I noticed that kitty had set out a guest tooth brush for me and brought in Claire's toothbrush and her brush and comb. What a thoughtful mommy! We finished getting ready, which took longer than it might normally because we were having trouble keeping our hands off of each other. We entered the bedroom to find the bed nicely made and turned down. I picked Claire up and tossed her into the middle of it. Then I stretched out beside her. I started kissing her lightly, and gently moving my fingers over her beautiful body. Not groping or squeezing, like the teenage lovemaking she was apparently used to, but very lightly, just barely ruffling the fine little hairs that are almost invisible on her body. Just slow enough and close enough that she could feel the heat from my fingers, teasing her, making her body cry out to be touched. She was not totally inexperienced, but she had never been touched like this before. The two boys that had been lucky enough to touch her knew nothing about sex. They groped and squeezed and pulled and...well, you know. Guys are pretty stupid when it comes to playing a woman's body. Some guys learn, most never will. She was going crazy. She grabbed my neck and kissed me passionately. I freed myself from her arms, finally, and started exploring her body with my tongue. She was delicious! I tasted every part of her, being very careful around her tender nipples, and she tasted wonderful everywhere. I even sucked on her sexy little toes, not something I am normally prone to do. I wasn't counting orgasms, but she had many, each one stronger and louder than the last. Until finally she couldn't stand it any more and she put her hands down to the side of my face and pulled my head up and begged me to stop. I smiled and kissed her clit one last time, just to watch her jump, then kissed my way back up her body and lay down beside her again. She lay in my arms panting for a minute, and then she turned on her side and put her head on my shoulder and said, "I think I love you." I know that it is totally inappropriate. She is only fourteen. I am eleven years older than her. And yes, I know that it was just lust talking. Unfortunately I had the same feelings. I was uncomfortable with being a child molester. But each step we had taken had been at her instigation, right up until this last, where I invited her upstairs. She certainly had not gone kicking and screaming. But still, I knew better. But then again, fuck it! I know what everyone would say and I don't care. I love this girl. She is remarkably mature and until I see some sign that I am damaging her, or until she starts to pull back, I am going to enjoy her company to the fullest. And I am sure as hell not doing this to piss off her parents. "Claire, I am feeling the same things you are, except that my conscience is bothering me. I am managing to keep it under control, but you are old enough to know that this is wrong and that I am the one that is supposed to do the responsible thing here, right?" She grinned at me and said in one of those cute little girl voices, "But Master, you wouldn't want me to be all alone would you?" Master my ass! She knows damn well who has the upper hand in this relationship. "Aren't you going to fuck me now?" she asked. "I'm ready." "You just lost your virginity this morning. I think we should give you a couple of days to heal, don't you?" I answered. She kissed my nipple and licked it lightly, and then she looked me in the eyes and said, "No Master. I think you should fuck me right now." Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do! We started kissing and touching again and then I pulled her on top of me. "I have a better idea, how about if you fuck me instead?" I suggested. "Oooh, I get to be the man?" she kidded. "Yeah, take me, I'm yours," I said, truthfully. She moved up until her pussy was lined up with the head of my cock and then she started sliding slowly down. I have a normal sized dick. About seven inches long and big enough around that nobody every complained. But as she slid up and down, taking a little more into her tight hole each time, she was saying things like, "Oh god, it's so big! Oh shit that feels good! I love your cock! Oh fuck yeah!" That kind of thing can go to a guys head pretty quick. I was forcing myself to lie still as she worked her pussy down around my cock, but damn it was hard! I started caressing her tits and her ass and tickling her clit and she reached bottom finally and stopped for a second. "Does it hurt," I asked. "Just a little twinge," she said, "but it feels too fucking good to stop." And she didn't. She paused for less than a minute, and then she started riding me like a horse. I watched her tits bouncing up and down and her face filled with lust and I watched the color spread down from her face to her neck and her chest and I started teasing her clit, because I was not going to be able to take much of this. In seconds she started screaming and bouncing up and down wildly and I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust up into her and came like I had not already had two orgasms today. After she came she laid back down on me and I held her tight and we kissed and I rubbed her back and her ass for a while. She had to go to the bathroom and I went with her and washed myself while she peed. Then I told her I was going downstairs to get some ice water and asked her if she wanted anything. She shook her head and I headed downstairs. When I was passing Todd's room the door was open and I glanced in and saw kitty with her wrists in the leather cuffs we had bought for her, each bound to a corner of the foot of his bed. She was on her feet and her ass was bright red. It looked like he had tried out most of the toys we had bought today at the bookstore. Todd was beating her ass, slowly and methodically with a ruler. And his dick was rock hard! As I walked by he looked up at me, then waived and smacked her again. I invited him out into the hall for a second and told him that she was going to make her first porn movie the day after tomorrow, so not to go too hard on her butt. We don't want it all bruised and red, it ruins the effect. He saw the sense in that and decided that she had enough foreplay and walked up behind her and fucked her in his own inimitable rabbit style. I went downstairs and got some ice water and then went to bed. I cuddled up with Claire and once we were comfortable I asked her to tell me about the things she had done with her brother. She giggled and wiggled her butt against my cock and asked me if I thought I could take it. When I told her that if I couldn't I knew what to do about it. She said alright, and started from the beginning. "Okay," Claire started out, "you know how when most kids are very young their parents bathe them together and let them share a bedroom and sometimes even a bed when they are really, really young. They treat them more or less as if they were asexual. They have a chance to satisfy their curiosity in an open and nonsexual environment. Well, not us. From the very beginning neither my brother nor I were ever indecent in the same room. Nor did we ever, not even for one night, sleep in the same room. We didn't find out until we started school how unusual that was." "Kids are curious about the opposite sex from a very early age, but our super repressed parents did their best to be sure that we grew up as sexually ignorant and repressed as they had. Fortunately their best wasn't good enough. Todd and I both had friends who new what their siblings looked like naked, and more than a few admitted to doing more than just look." "When we would come home from school we were always closely supervised, but we would talk. We would talk about our friends and what they had experienced. And we would talk about the differences between us, and what it was like to be a boy or a girl." "Before very long Todd, who, being a year older and a male, always took the lead, was constantly pushing me to open up more. I didn't need a lot of pushing either. All the talk, and the mental images were very stimulating to me even at the age of nine and ten when this started going beyond tickles, jokes and whispers." "Finally, one day after school, Todd and I were kind of daring each other. You know the kind of thing; you show me yours I'll show you mine. I was just as curious as he was. It wasn't like he was making me do anything I didn't want to do. And the idea of showing a boy my pussy was terribly exciting, even if the boy was only Todd!" "So we both dropped trou and got our first looks at what the other half looked like. I was ten and Todd was eleven. I was in awe. I had heard from my friends what guys looked like and it sounded ugly and stupid. I mean, all that stuff just hanging out there like that, yuck! But it wasn't ugly, it was fascinating." "The first couple of times it happened, all we would do was look at each other. Then, at night I would lay in bed and imagine what he looked like and what it must feel like. But more than that, I thought about him seeing and touching me and I got so excited I couldn't sleep." "Then, finally, we progressed to exploring each other's body. At first it was mutual, simultaneous exploration. We were just standing, facing each other and really couldn't see much. So we worked out a schedule. First I would lie down and he could explore my pussy for five minutes. I didn't have boobs yet. Then we would change places." "I loved touching him as much as I loved being touched. That was how he had his first orgasm when he was twelve. Just from me touching his cock and balls for fifteen minutes. We both found that we loved being touched so we had increased the time of exploration from five minutes to fifteen." "One day I was playing with him, not jerking him off or anything, just laying between his legs and moving my fingers over his cock and balls and suddenly he tensed up and started cumming all over his stomach and chest. At first I thought he was peeing! He was groaning and pumping his hips and really making a mess. That moment was a definite landmark! It took me a minute to realize what had happened, until I figured it out I was scared to death. I thought that I had broken it or something!" "Over the next three years we progressed very slowly until about six months ago we started giving each other head. I had tasted his cum out of curiosity. I put my finger in a puddle of it and licked it off my finger. It isn't the best tasting treat in the world, but the idea of doing it is so fucking sexy! A couple of times I had made him cum and then licked some of it off of his stomach." "By then he was making me cum too. At first just with his fingers, but he started using his tongue and it was fantastic. I was pissed that we had waited so long to do it. By that time I had started growing a pretty decent set of tits. Even when I was just twelve I had a pretty good handful. And I loved it when Todd looked at them, or touched them, or sucked them." "You know he isn't much of a lover. But it is so exciting to be naked with a guy and be touched and kissed. Oh god, when I first came down the stairs and saw you with your pants down and your cock sticking out my mouth started watering. I had to work so hard to act like I had never seen one and didn't want to." "That was as far as we got until Todd took my cherry a few hours ago." While she had told her little tale my cock had gotten harder and harder and now it was nestled between her thighs and throbbing against her tight little pussy. Even after all of the orgasms I had today, I still wanted to play some more. Or at least my dick did. But I just pulled her close and enjoyed the heat of her crotch on my dick and went to sleep at long last. *** In the morning I went downstairs to find kitty already up. There was a pot of coffee already brewed. She had poured herself a cup, but she looked at me nervously, not sure if she should have done that without permission. I appreciated the coffee being ready, but I didn't want her getting comfortable and didn't even speak to her. I just sat down and she brought me a cup. I showed her how I liked it so that she could do that for me from now on. Although I hated her passionately, it was nice having an attractive naked woman waiting on you hand and foot. Kitty looked nervous and I could tell she wanted to say something. But I was enjoying her discomfort so I didn't say anything. Finally she said, "Master, can kitty have permission to speak?" I looked at her sternly for a moment, as though I was thinking about it and then I asked her what she wanted. "Master, yesterday, while we were out, the gardener was here and did the yard work. Normally, if we are not here to pay him on Saturday, he comes around Sunday morning for his money." I looked at her; I could see the dread written all over her face. She wanted desperately not to have to be seen naked by a man whom she had undoubtedly treated with disdain for however long he had done the yard work. The stupid cunt should have known better than to ask. Had she been smart, she would have said nothing and hoped to be out of the house, or at least too busy to open the door when the guy came. "What you are saying is, you don't want the poor, hardworking slob that you have treated so badly for all this time to see you naked?" I asked her, a false note of almost genuine concern in my voice. "Yes Master. Your kitty begs you not to make her..." her voice kind of trailed off. She knew she had fucked up by the grin on my face. I told her that when the doorbell rang she would answer it. She would answer it as though she were fully dressed. She would throw the door open wide and invite the man into the living room while she pays him. She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. She remembered her instructions to be more vocal and said, "Yes Master." The despair in her voice was giving me a hard- on, but I didn't want to waist it on her. Shortly after our conversation ended, the rest of the people in the house started drifting into the room. Everyone was dressed except for kitty. Well, Ed wore only panties, so he wasn't all that dressed I guess. They actually looked kind of cute on him! Once we were all there I had kitty make us breakfast. It was still fun watching her work in the nude. I wondered how long before she got over her self consciousness. After breakfast I warned everyone that the gardener would be coming by and that I wanted kitty to open the door when he arrived. We went into the living room and read the Sunday paper and I watched my Sunday morning news shows. Claire curled up on the sofa beside me with her head on my thigh. Somehow that made the news more exciting. Ed and kitty came in after they finished cleaning up the kitchen. I made them kneel just inside the door until someone ordered them to do something else. I finished the paper and while I toyed lightly with Claire's wonderful body I discussed the future with Phil. He said he was fifty-five years old. I was surprised, he looked older. He said that being a PI was getting to be a very nasty job. He was fed up with people and didn't want to play anymore. He thought, in light of his sudden monetary windfall, that he would probably just go ahead and retire. He didn't owe anyone anything. He didn't have that many wants and needs. He didn't see any reason why he couldn't live out his life in his new mother-in-law suite and be quite happy there. I was going to call my boss tomorrow and take a leave of absence, but I had not decided anything definite about my future. I was too young to retire. It would be nice to travel some before settling back down to the old grind. Take an Alaskan cruise; see Hawaii, Australia, and New Zealand. Take some Caribbean cruises. I could take Claire along when she wasn't in school. I was suddenly struck by the depth of my affection for that girl. I realized that I had no desire to visit those places and leave her behind. This could get dangerous! Finally the doorbell rang just before noon. I saw kitty blanch and start at the sound. She didn't hesitate though. She got up and went to the door and threw it open wide. From my seat, I couldn't see her directly; I could only see the reflection in the mirror in the foyer. I could not see the gardener's face, but I could imagine. Kitty stood back as the gardener apologized but she said, "Oh that's quite alright Carl. Please, come in and let me get you your money." She said all the right words, but her voice quivered with the fear and humiliation she was feeling. "Oh no ma'am," Carl said nervously, "I can come back when you...well, when you have more time." He was more nervous than kitty was! "Nonsense," kitty said, she was obviously afraid of what would happen to her if she didn't get him into the living room. "I insist, come on in." I saw her take him by his wrist and pull him into the foyer and close the door quickly. The house is a long way from the sidewalk, but she wasn't taking any chances on the neighbors seeing anything. Carl came to a sudden stop when he got to the door of the living room and saw us all looking up. He was a very large, middle aged black man. And he was very nervous about being so close to a naked woman in her living room in front of her husband and her kids. She finally pulled him into the room and then told him not to move. He looked everywhere but at kitty as he waited. "Hi Carl," I said. "You seem uncomfortable. Please, relax. And by all means, enjoy the view. Don't you think that kitty is attractive?" He grinned at me and said, "Yes, she is very good looking. She has a great body. Now, to the best of my knowledge, there hasn't been a black man lynched around here in more than a hundred years. I don't want to be the first. I just want my money." I grinned at him. He spoke well, as though he had a lot more education that you might normally expect from someone doing yard work for others. I said again, "Please, relax. Really, we aren't planning to trick you. Nobody here is in the Klan. We are just trying to humiliate and humble kitty. How long have you been doing the gardening for these people?" "Almost five years," Carl said, obviously getting curious now. "And I am willing to bet that for that entire five years kitty has treated you like shit, right?" "Yes sir," Carl said with a smile. "But I get to expect that around this neighborhood." "First of all, please, call me Dave. I have just become the owner of kitty and her husband. I won't go into the details. It's a long story. As of yesterday she does everything I say. I fully intend to teach her a little humility. I am sure you agree it is a lesson she badly needs to learn." "Yes sir, um, yes Dave, she has definitely been one of the most condescending and obnoxious young ladies I have ever had to deal with. But I have a family to feed so I put up with it." Kitty was standing beside Carl now with the cash in her hand waiting for whatever came next. She didn't know how far it was going to go, but she knew she wouldn't like it. For now, though, Carl and I ignored her. "Well," I said, "I don't want to jeopardize your marriage, assuming that you are married, but how would you like to help me take kitty down a peg or two?" Carl looked at kitty and the look of absolute terror on her face did his heart good. "Yes, I do believe I would enjoy helping you to teach her to be a better person." "Yesterday, everyone in this room, and a lot of other people too, had sex with her. It was a very humbling experience for her. But she has a long way to go. I was thinking that it would be really good for her if you were to allow her to suck your cock for a while and then, if you want to of course, fuck the shit out of her. What do you think?" "Right here in front of everyone?" he asked. "We would all love to see it. I find the idea of you doing it in front of her husband and her two kids especially erotic. However, if you feel we would inhibit you so much that you could not enjoy her charms, then I am sure we can provide you with some privacy." While he was thinking about it he reached out and took the money from her and put it in his pocket. Then he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. Her nipples were still red and sore, of course, and she winced and squealed in pain. We all watched as the white flesh of her tit squeezed out between his large black fingers. "You have been a horrible bitch over the years, haven't you? You have always talked down to me. You took great pleasure in nitpicking every little thing I did. And you had a terrible habit of bad- mouthing me to your neighbors. Yes, they told me some of the things you said about how lazy and worthless I am." "Oh god," kitty said, almost in a whisper. "Please forgive kitty sir. Kitty is so sorry for being so condescending and for saying those things to the neighbors. Kitty knows she was wrong." Carl grinned at me and then pulled kitty into his arms and kissed her roughly while one of his hands toyed with her new nipple rings. I was disappointed that she didn't struggle. I guess she knew it was going to happen and that it wouldn't do her any good to resist him. But the idea that the most recent member of one of this city's most prestigious law firms was being forced to submit to this large black man in front of her family really turned me on. We all watched as his hands moved over her body and his tongue probed her mouth. After a few minutes he let her go and took off his shirt. Kitty stood waiting fearfully as he kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants and his shorts. She was the only one in the room that didn't look immediately to see how well hung he was. And he was pretty well hung! He had a good eight inches, at least, of thick black cock. He pushed her to her knees and she started licking his cock and his balls. I offered only one caution. "You can do anything you want to the bitch, but don't mark her up, and you can't fuck her ass, this time. She is going to be making some porn movies and they don't want her marked up. And I promised them her cherry ass." He let her lick and suck him for a long time before he turned around and bent over and ordered her to eat his ass out. She obeyed instantly, stopping only a couple of times to gag. While kitty was eating his ass he glanced over at me and Claire and smiled. "Not bad," he said between sharp intakes of breath. "I could learn to enjoy this." While we watched, Claire was playing with my cock and I was rubbing her pussy. She was whispering in my ear how hot she was getting from watching the show, and how beautiful Carl's cock looked. It sounded like she wouldn't mind tipping the gardener herself! Carl was fucking kitty's face now. He held her head tightly in his large black hands and forced more and more of his large cock into her mouth and throat. I was amazed at how much she was taking into her mouth. She wasn't that far from being able to deep throat that big cock. Maybe I would have to see how well she could handle mine later. Carl started swearing loudly and then he said, "Here it comes, I'm cumming, bitch, get ready. And don't you spill a fucking drop!" We all watched her struggle with what must have been a huge load of cum. She was struggling to breathe and she was gagging, but Carl ignored that and continued to paint her tonsils with cum until the last drop was sucked out of him. He pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly and ordered her to scoop up the cum that was coming out of her nose and eat it before she licked him clean. It was kind of disgusting to watch, but I enjoyed it anyway. She cleaned the cum off of her face and then licked his cock clean, and before long she was sucking him again. He turned to me as she sucked his cock, which seemed to be growing again. "You don't mind if I have seconds, do you, Dave?" "Hell no," I said. "This is one of the most exciting sex shows I have seen since yesterday!" Carl laughed and pushed kitty onto her back. Then he dropped on top of her and was trying to line up his cock with her tight hole. "Just a second there Carl, I think Claire would like to help you put that thing into her mother, if you don't mind." "That sounds like fun! Come on over here little girl and put your hand around my cock and get it lined up with your mother's fine cunt." Claire smiled and kissed my cheek and went over and knelt down with her face just inches from Carl's hip. She reached between Carl and kitty and wrapped her hand around his big cock and stroked it a few times before lining it up for him. "Oh girl!" he exclaimed. "You are definitely mother's little helper aren't you?" Carl said, and then he started slowly pushing his swollen member into kitty. Claire stretched out beside them and watched that big cock moving rapidly in and out of her mother's pussy. After a few minutes she reached up and ran her hands over his ass and then reached between his legs and tickled his balls while he fucked her mother. "OH YOU SWEET BITCH!!!" Carl yelled and came far too quickly. Even kitty was disappointed; she was starting to enjoy it! But it is easy to understand how the circumstances would be irresistible for poor Carl. Claire held onto Carl's balls until he finished fucking her mom and then she sat up and watched closely as Carl got up and kitty rose to her knees and sucked his cock and balls clean. While she worked Claire continued to reach in and touch him. While Carl was getting dressed I ordered Claire to undress. I was ready to burst now. I took a few moments to ask Carl how much he was paid for the work he did here. "I get $100 a week," he said. "There is a lot of manual labor in the back yard with all the plantings and having to be careful around the pool, it's a big job." "That was the amount you agreed upon then, $100? Is that what it was five years ago when you started?" "Yeah," He answered. "Does she ever tip you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer to that question. Carl chuckled and said, "No, this was the first time." Everyone but Ed and kitty thought that was funny. "Kitty," I said, "Get him another $50. From now on you will pay him $150 a week and anytime he wants, assuming you are home, he can get another tip." "Yes Master," kitty said, and bent over her purse to get the rest of the money. Carl was just as happy as kitty was unhappy with the new arrangement. He walked over to where I was sitting with the naked Claire now sitting on my lap. He took a moment to enjoy her beauty before sticking out his hand and saying, "Dave, it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I appreciate everything you have done for me. Kitty knows how to get in touch with me if you ever need anything. Please feel free to call." I shook his hand and thanked him for his help with kitty. It had been a very exciting meeting for me too and now I was going to have to do something about it. I stood Claire on the floor in front of me and got up and dropped my pants and shorts and then I pulled her back onto my cock with her back to me. Carl stood right there watching as Claire started bouncing up and down on my cock, her tits swaying wildly as she fucked me for all she was worth. It was obvious that she was as horny as I was, she started cumming almost instantly. When she started cumming she would go crazy jumping up and down on my cock, and then she'd get back into a steady rhythm until her next orgasm. It was driving me crazy and I finally had to throw her on the floor, well, place her on the floor rapidly, and jump her bones. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my back and we had the best fuck of our lives. God that girl is so fucking hot! "Son of a bitch!" Carl exclaimed as he watched us. Then he said good bye and saw himself out. Kitty was busy with Todd and Phil. That afternoon I sent Claire and kitty to the store. Kitty wanted some thigh high hose to wear to work. They were both wearing slut clothes and Claire told me that they had been followed all around the mall by four teenage boys. She said that it was too bad I hadn't been there. We might have had some fun. I told kitty she had best get to work on her outfit for tomorrow. I wanted to see it on her before she went to bed tonight. And I told Todd, who was standing behind her to control himself. He was going to be a movie star tomorrow, but he would have to cum at least two or three times so he better start saving up. He tried to convince me that he didn't need to save up, and he was probably right, but he could stand to learn a little self control. Kitty went upstairs and came back with one of her typical power business suits. I told her to put it on and then showed her what would have to be altered. The buttons would need to be removed from the jacket and sixteen inches of material removed from the skirt to raise the hemline up to where I required it. She shook her head imperceptibly and took off the outfit and pulled out her sewing kit and went to work. It took her nearly three hours but she did a passable job on it. I suggested that she pick out the other skirts and dresses that she would be wearing to work and have them altered professionally. "Yes Master." I went upstairs with her and looked through her tops. She had almost none that were acceptable. I told her that from now on she would only wear see-through tops. She went through her closet and pulled out three that would do. I guess we would have to go shopping again. I told her to dress so I could see how she would look. I knew the people she worked with, and I knew her bosses. Some of them would act scandalized by what she wore tomorrow, I knew. But I also knew that most, if not all of them would love the look on her. Kitty has great legs and her thighs were exposed up to about three inches below her pussy. I made her sit down and her skirt pulled up exposing her slit plainly. The guys in her office were going to love it! I was less pleased with the top. When the jacket fell open I could see her breasts, but I knew her well enough to know that she would be very careful about letting it fall open. Still, it was a starting point. "Kitty," I said. "When you are at work tomorrow the men you work with are going to act like your dress is inappropriate. But I know most of them well enough to know that they will actually love it. You may not say no to anyone tomorrow. If anyone, anyone at all between the time you leave this house and the time you come home, touches you, or propositions you, you are to smile and allow whatever liberty is being taken. Keep in mind that I know everyone you work with, I will find out if you fuck it up. Got it?" "Yes Master. Master, can kitty ask you a question?" "Yes kitty, what do you want now?" "Master told kitty that Master wanted her to keep her job and bring home her money. Master, kitty is afraid that if kitty does what Master has ordered kitty will lose her job." "I am sure that there will be some raised eyebrows, maybe even questions. If any of the other partners says anything to you, call me on my cell and let me know." "Yes Master." The rest of the evening went by quickly. I went to bed early and Claire went with me. Phil took kitty with him to keep Todd from losing his willpower. I didn't think to tell him he couldn't use his father, but I guess he was so consumed by lust for his mother right then that he didn't think of it either. *** The next day I called my boss and told him that I needed a leave of absence. I knew I was not being fair to him, but I needed to keep my eye on things here for a little while at least. Phil went into his office. He had a couple of cases he had agreed to handle before he found out that he was eligible for retirement. He felt obligated to finish those up and clear out his office. He also gave me the name of a lawyer that he felt would be perfect for handling the rearranging of the mott's small fortune. The kids went off to school, reluctantly. I had to make Claire change clothes. She wanted to wear one of the outfits from the porn shop to school! I explained that we didn't want either the school counselor or someone from Department of Child Services coming around investigating. She understood, but stuck her tongue out at me anyway, so I pulled her close and put her tongue in my mouth where it belonged. Then I pushed both of them out the door. Once I was alone in the house I called the lawyer and made an appointment. I was nervous about this part of the plan. Lawyers have obligations and oaths. If I couldn't convince the attorney that what I was doing was, in a strange way, ethical, this could be a big problem. Phil came home for lunch and I asked about the attorney. I told him my concerns and he said I shouldn't worry. He had called and talked to him first thing this morning and had given him a quick overview. The guy seemed anxious to help. I assumed that the lawyer expected a comfortable fee. What the hell, it ain't my money! Phil gave me a ride to my house so I could get my car. I went in and picked out the personal belongings I wanted to take with me and packed a couple of suitcases. I packed one box with a few of my books and put my computer in the trunk to bring over to the mott house, or my new house, whatever. I arranged for a couple of storage areas in a temperature and humidity controlled storage facility. I have a lot of books that I wanted to protect. Then I arranged for some movers to pack up what was left and put it in storage. That would take place on Friday. My last call was to Carl. I told him I was cleaning my house out and putting it on the market. I asked if he knew of anyone that would clean it for me after everything was out. He was happy to hear from me because his wife and daughter just happened to have a cleaning service and would be happy to take care of that. I arranged to let him pick up the key this Saturday when he was working at the mott house and they could do it at their leisure. I stopped by my office and had a talk with my boss. I told him that I was moving and putting a lot of my stuff in storage. He assumed that I was doing this because of Mel, and in a way that was correct. I told him that I was sure I wouldn't need more than two weeks, probably less and he was relieved. It hadn't been that long since I started pulling my weight around the office after the loss of my wife. He really was a nice guy and I hated making things hard on him. Finally I drove to my new home and put my things away. I set my computer up in the room over the garage. This house was huge, it had to be somewhere between 10,000 and 12,000 square feet. And it had a four car garage! Ed was the first one home and I had him take me back to my house to get my bike. I rode it back to their place and used up one of the spots in the garage. My car was nothing special and could stay outside, but the bike goes in the garage. By six o'clock everyone was home. We ate a light supper and I had kitty tell me about her day. She paused for a second and then said, "Master, kitty went to work today and, as Master instructed kitty behaved as though nothing were different. Kitty was careful not to keep adjusting her jacket, as you instructed, and at one time or another almost every man at the office saw kitty's tits. Kitty had only been at work for half an hour when kitty's boss came in. Mr. Jeffries looked concerned when he saw how kitty was dressed. Mr. Jeffries walked to kitty's desk and as he asked kitty if everything was alright, he noticed that kitty's cunt was exposed by her short skirt. Kitty told him that everything was fine and thanked Mr. Jeffries for his concern. Mr. Jeffries returned to his office, but all day long the men from the office came in and came over to kitty's desk to look at kitty's pussy. By the end of the day all of the men and most of the women that kitty works with had seen kitty's tits and cunt. Before kitty left the office Mr. Jeffries called on the intercom and told kitty to be in his office at 8:00 AM tomorrow Master." It was finally time to go to the studio for kitty's big acting debut. I ordered kitty to put on a modest little sundress and some attractive and not too slutty underwear. Then we piled into my Town-car for the trip to the studio. I wouldn't want to be sitting where Claire was, that hump in the middle of the front seat, but I am pretty sure my town car was more comfortable and roomier than Ed's Bentley. I had been disappointed. They seem be making everything smaller now! Well, everything but people. This time, when we pulled up in front of the barn, there were a dozen cars there. We went inside and man did heads turn when they saw kitty and Claire. They had just finished filming another movie and were getting ready for kitty's big debut. Eric introduced everyone but I forgot everyone's name as soon as I heard it. He showed us the living room set that we would be using and then he led us to the little room in the corner that was where they did make up. Kitty was made to undress and a young woman and a very effeminate man put makeup all over her body. While they were doing her make up Eric showed her the two page script. It was typically inane and had no bearing on real life. But who cared, right? Todd was also reading his lines and had stripped down eagerly so that when they finished with mom they could do his make up. What a trooper! The makeup people finished with mom quickly and then went over Todd. As soon as they were done we all went out to the set. Phil and Ed and Claire and I stood in the back, out of the way, and watched with great interest as the sound man did his thing and the camera men prepared to shoot and the director made certain that everything was set up and ready. First an announcer read a blurb about the stars, Todd and kitty mott, being a real life mother and son couple. It was explained that the mother was being blackmailed and forced into making this movie against her will. When he had finished, the announcer moved over against the wall to stand and watch with us. It was hard not to laugh as they struggled to get their lines, or a version of them, out. But I looked at the people watching and they were all excited by the reality of what was going on. They knew that it was, in fact, a mother-son couple and that the mother was actually being blackmailed and forced. They obviously found that exciting. We watched as Todd and kitty performed nearly every sex act known to man, except anal sex of course. They licked and sucked and fucked and even got into a little sixty-nine. The kid came at least four times, but poor kitty never quite got there, although she faked it, obviously, several times. The recording went on for nearly two hours. The quality of the acting wasn't as important as the reality being presented. The director was finally satisfied and told everyone to take a break. Eric came over to me and asked me to step outside. When we did he told me that he had an idea for a quickie that we could knock off in less than an hour that would make me $5,000. He didn't know that the money was going to Phil, but I let that pass. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "I have a guy that just came in to work on another movie and the actress crapped out on me. How about if we make a short movie where mom loses her ass cherry with the two kids holding her down and helping him rape her?" I thought that idea had promise. I reminded Eric that although I didn't care if she were hurt I didn't want her harmed, at least not yet. I didn't want any tears in her ass that would require medical attention. Eric said, "No problem this guy isn't abnormal or anything, and I will make sure he takes some time to stretch her out. In fact we can make that part of the movie." "And you want both kids?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm thinking the guy makes the announcement again, and then they hold her while he tears her clothes off. Then they hold her down while he plays with her ass and stretches her out and lubes her up. Then the daughter puts his cock in for him and goes around and gets momma to eat her out." "Oh wait! I've got it! Momma comes home and finds the kids making out and this strange pervert watching. They are kissing and making out and they undress each other and then momma comes in. They hold her down and she fights a little and then you know the rest. What do you think?" Yeah, I know. The part about some strange pervert just standing there watching is kind of weak, but I suppose that's their problem. I said okay and called Claire and Todd out into the large center room where we were standing to explain it to them. While we were talking, Eric was explaining to the man who would be taking kitty's ass cherry what we had planned. The kids thought it was a great idea and Todd went back inside and got dressed. The sound and camera crew talked with Eric and they decided that instead of moving to one of the bedroom sets it would make more sense if they stayed in the living room. And they would save a few bucks because everything was already set up. The makeup people took kitty and Todd back and cleaned them up and got them ready for the next scene. They also got Claire ready. Her outfit was a little sluttier than they wanted so they dug through some of the clothing that they had on hand and found her a more prim and proper ensemble. Kitty was the only one that didn't know what was going to happen and she stood outside with one of the security men while we went in for the first part of the filming. The announcer made another quickly prepared announcement. He said that the audience was about to see a two part movie. In the first part a fifteen year old boy and a fourteen year old girl who were brother and sister were going to make out and undress for the pleasure of a perverted older friend. Before the poor boy can fuck his sister, however, their mother is going to come in and catch them. The kids will then help the pervert rape mom, taking her ass cherry for your enjoyment. I noticed that the announcer was always careful not to appear on camera for these illegal little epic films. The pervert stood at the end of the couch and watched as Todd and Claire started kissing and touching. They quickly started undressing each other and even managed to get in a little oral sex before the door opened and kitty was pushed inside and started screaming at the kids as she had been instructed. They jumped up and grabbed their mother and held her arms as the pervert, obviously upset at having his show disturbed, slapped kitty's face a couple of times to shut her up. Then he started ripping her dress and then her underwear off. It was kind of fun to watch. As soon as she was naked they bent her over a large ottoman and the kids held her down while the man started forcing his fingers into her ass. I hadn't seen them put it there but I noticed a small glass, which I assumed contained lube, hidden on the side of the ottoman where it couldn't be seen by the camera. The guy dipped his fingers into the lube several times and forced first one, then two and finally three fingers into kitty's tight ass. She was screaming and begging and she was definitely not acting as her ass was stretched out. Claire said something I didn't catch to Todd and he started holding both of kitty's arms, freeing up Claire. She moved down and started massaging the man's cock, getting him nice and hard. Then she leaned forward and kissed it and sucked it for a moment before she discretely used her fingers to lube it up from the glass on the floor. Then she smiled at the guy and guided his cock to her mother's asshole. Todd held on tight, kitty was really bucking and screaming as the man started forcing his cock into her ass. Claire stayed where she was and watched in awe as inch by inch his cock forced its way into her mom's ass. The guy was hung about as well as I was so I suppose she could take it without too much damage. Kitty settled down a little once he started stroking. She was still moaning in pain, but she wasn't fighting it anymore. Claire moved back up to the other end of the ottoman and grabbed her mother's hair. She held her head up and pushed her pussy into kitty's face. Kitty had her eyes shut and didn't know what was going on at first. When she felt Claire's pubic hair on her lips she opened her eyes, groaned and said "Oh god, please no. Not that, Claire." But Claire wasn't taking no for an answer. She pulled harder on her mother's hair and finally kitty gave up and started licking her sweet young pussy. She wasn't doing a very good job. I guess it is hard to concentrate when someone is shoving a large pole up inside your virgin ass. But she managed to bring Claire to a nice little orgasm. Meanwhile, Todd had moved down and, like a good son, had reached under his mother and was playing with her clit. I was surprised to see that kitty was actually starting to get into it. In fact, she managed to cum just before the guy raping her ass! The guy in her ass pulled out finally and then pulled her around and held his nasty cock up to her lips. She had no fight left in her and was quite docile as he forced his cock in and out of her mouth. As soon as he was finished that little bastard, Todd, actually had it up again and he fucked her for the third or fourth time tonight. Really makes you hate fucking kids! The crew put everything away and Eric took the film into his office. By the time he came back the kids had dressed but I had made kitty remain naked. I thought the crew might want a sample. I was right. Kitty fucked and sucked all five men, two of them twice, before she was allowed to clean up and get dressed. Eric and I agreed that it would be better to do these movies on Saturday from now on, because this was much too late for kids this young to be up on a school night. So we set a time for Saturday at 10:00 AM and I let Ed drive us home. I suppose kitty had not had all that good a time tonight, and although Ed may have had regrets and reservations, I noticed his cock was hard most of the evening. The rest of us, however, had had a very exciting evening. I even think Todd was finally sated, for tonight at least. That was good, because I was pretty sure that Phil had plans for kitty. When we got home, Todd went right to bed and Phil took kitty with him to bed. I almost felt sorry for Ed. He must have the biggest case of major league blue balls right now! I had an idea on how to humiliate him a little and give him a little relief at the same time. I whispered in Claire's ear to go over and play with good old dad and get him off in his panties with her hand. She grinned and took her clothes off and went to stand behind him and rubbed her tits all over his back and moved her hands around on his chest and belly. She worked her hands down and slid them over the little panties he was wearing. I noticed that there was a huge wet spot on the front; he must have leaked a pint of lube this evening. He was instantly hard and I don't think it took more than a minute for him to dump a messy load inside his panties. Claire and I went to bed and after a quick, mutually satisfying fuck we went to sleep. I don't like staying up late on school nights either. I was tired and mostly all I had done was watch! *** Things went a little smoother for most of us the next morning. Except, unfortunately, for kitty, we had forgotten to give her time to shorten anything to wear to work and she wouldn't be able to pick up the outfits she had dropped off to be altered until the end of the week. So she had to get up at 4:00 AM to shorten another skirt. Phil went off to work after breakfast and he dropped the kids off at school. I had no place to be so I waited until everyone had left and I put my sweats on and went for a jog. I got back to the house at 7:30 and called Mr. Jeffries. Because of the circumstances of Mel's termination and her subsequent death, I imagine he was very reluctant to take the call, but after a brief pause he came on the line. I told him that I had concrete proof that Mel had been drugged by the motts and raped by that underage boy under their direction. I had the original recording and sworn statements to prove it. But I didn't want him to do anything about it, at least not yet. I was exacting my revenge on Phyllis and Ed in my own way. I would continue to do so whether he went along or not. But it would be more fun if he played along. I offered to show him the evidence, but I didn't want to bring it into the office. Mr. Jeffries agreed to postpone his morning meeting with Phyllis, I mean kitty, and come right over. I got everything ready and in forty-five minutes he was at the door. When he saw the movie he actually cried. He had really been fond of Mel and had hated what he had felt that he had to do. I showed him the sworn statements and laid out everything I had done and all the plans I had. I left out the part about screwing Claire. I'm not that stupid! I told him that from now on Phyllis would be ordered to dress like a conservative slut at work. I also told him that I had ordered her to never say no to anyone. She was to obey any order, and to accept without challenge any invasion of her clothing or her person. I told him that it should be kept from getting out of hand. Phyllis needed to think that anything that happened at work happened independently of anything I did. If she thought I had called up and dropped a dime on her, the charade would be over. I thought it important for the charade to continue as long as possible. "So anyone at the office can walk up to Phyllis at any time and grab her breast or stick a finger up into her vagina?" Mr. Jeffries asked. "Well, you are partly right. She doesn't have breasts and a vagina; she has tits and a cunt. And you might want to be careful with her tits for a week or two; I just had some rather large rings inserted into them." "I knew it!" Mr. Jeffries exclaimed. "I thought that I saw them yesterday, but I couldn't believe it, not of Phyllis!" "Yes sir, I took her to a biker bar last Saturday and sat her out on the deck in back and an audience of somewhere around twenty or thirty bikers watched as she had her nipples pierced, painfully, with a very large needle. And then the biker that did it bent her over the railing and fucked her in front of everyone as his tip." "I'll be a son of a bitch!" Mr. Jeffries exclaimed. "Alright, I don't have a problem with anything that happens to that bitch after seeing what you have showed me this morning. I will play along and try to keep things under control at the office. But you have to know that most of those guys are high power attorneys and I have found that the one thing those men seem to have in common, and many of the women too for that matter, is a very high sex drive. It seems to go with their inflated egos. You know them all so you know what I am talking about. I am sure that at one time or another every one of them hit on Mel while she was there." "Yes," I said, smiling fondly as I remembered her coming home and telling me about all of those desperate attempts to get into her pants. "We had quite a few laughs when she would come home and tell me in vivid detail. Some of those guys are pretty resourceful." As he stood to leave he said, "Dave, I wish to god I had known. I am sick to my stomach about this. I have never in my life hit a woman, but I want nothing more than to go back to the office and crush that bitch's face with my fist. It will be very hard to stay in character and drag this out. But I give you my word that I will try." I held out my hand to shake but he grabbed me and gave me a hug and said, "I don't want to drag this out too long though. I want the people who worked with Mel and couldn't believe those awful charges against her to know the truth. She was loved and respected at work and a lot of people never did believe it. I saw the evidence and I couldn't believe it." I said that I didn't think it would take more than a month to reach the point that this charade could finally be dropped and she would take her rightful place in her destroyed life. Mr. Jeffries returned to his office. I couldn't wait to hear about kitty's day when she got home this evening. But I had to get ready; I had an appointment in less than an hour with an attorney. I gathered up all of the financial and personal information I had accumulated on the motts. I also brought along the evidence file I had, in case the attorney was skeptical. I got to his office in plenty of time and partially completed a client information card. I was his first appointment after lunch so I didn't have to wait. I was ushered in and was surprised. He was a very large, prosperous and respectable looking man. I didn't see the slightest sign that this guy was a shyster and might be willing to do something like what I was here to arrange. I was more than little nervous about the things I would have to say to him, despite Phil's reassurances. He met me as I was coming in and led me away from his desk to some very comfortable leather chairs in a corner. He offered me a drink, which I declined and we got started. We did the introductions and then he told me that he had some idea of what was involved, but he would like a little more detail, since he could be disbarred and imprisoned for doing what I was asking. I felt guilty continuing. I had no desire to put anyone in jeopardy. But I figured that if I was going to have to find a lawyer to break the law for me I would prefer that it be an honest one, if you get my drift. I told him the story from the beginning. I showed him the evidence file and he watched the first five minutes of the DVD that I had brought in. He couldn't stand to see any more and I didn't really want any more people than had to, to see it. Next I outlined what I had planned. I told him that I intended to destroy both of them, financially, socially, even mentally. I wanted them to be total societal outcasts, with no futures but the ones I provided for them, which would be unpleasant at best. But the kids were another story. The boy was a bit weird, but what teenage boy wasn't. And the girl was an angel. I wanted to become legally responsible for them. I wanted to manage the money in trust for them. I explained that I wanted to give Phil a million dollars. That was his reward and his retirement fund. But he was going to stay on and help me with my goal of destroying the motts. I went on to say that once things were running as I had planned I intended to go back to work. I didn't want any of the money beyond what was needed from the motts income for household and family expenses. If he needed some assurances as to my honesty and trustworthiness I was reasonably certain that I could provide them. If he would like to talk to any or all of the people involved he was welcome to do so. He thought for a while, he looked over the financial statements. He pointed out a few problem areas, but said that if I was in absolute control of the motts and able to acquire their signatures as required, this would actually be very simple. And furthermore, after seeing what they had done, he would take great pleasure in doing anything he could to help. He asked if I intended to adopt the kids. I told him that I probably would not. I didn't tell him that, in the back of my mind, there was always that little problem of me being in love with a fourteen year old girl. The age of consent in this state was sixteen. Suddenly I was struck by the idea that there were states where the age of consent was fourteen! Or at least there used to be. Probably still were. "I guess I had better tell you the rest of the story," I said reluctantly. "I was going to keep this to myself, believe me I know how it will sound." He looked at me curiously, but waited for me to continue. "I did not intend for this to happen, and I know I am breaking all kinds of laws. But the daughter, the very underage daughter, and I, have fallen in love. I swear to you I am not a child molester. Or at least I was not until I met her. And I was not the seducer in this relationship. I admit I did not resist, and yes, I know that I had an obligation to do so." "Be that as it may, I find myself head over heels in love with a girl that is nearly eleven years my junior. And there is no question in my mind that those feelings are reciprocated. She is remarkably mature for her age, and I did not separate her from her virginity. I also don't know why I am rattling on like this. I know how it must look." But I continued, digging the hole a little deeper, "I had thought I would wait until she was sixteen and marry her. But as I sat here telling you my plans for the kids it suddenly occurred to me that there are, or there used to be, states where the age of consent was lower." He laughed out loud at my discomfort. "Phil told me that you were in a relationship with the underage daughter. He didn't tell me it was love; I find your honesty, and your integrity, refreshing. And if you wish I will look into the marriage laws for you. Actually if you were to marry her it would simplify my work considerably." We talked for another half hour. He had his secretary make copies of the financial documents and he said he would get in touch when he had everything worked out. I gave him my cell phone number and went home. The kids were already home when I arrived, and, much to my surprise they were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. I walked in and kissed Claire. Then I gave Todd a hug. I told them that I had talked to the attorney and that I would be legally responsible for them soon, if that was what they wanted. I reassured them that except for Phil's award they would get all the money, I wasn't doing this for the money and didn't want any. I was reasonably certain that for the foreseeable future the motts could provide more than adequate funds to run the household. And in a couple of weeks I would be going back to work. I make a couple of hundred thousand a year, have my own sizeable investment portfolio, and have no expenses, so I'm not worried about getting by. I helped them a little with their homework, but they are both smart kids and didn't really need me. I went into the room over the garage where I had set up my computer and got it up and working. I needed to call the cable company tomorrow and get a modem installed at this address. I wanted a separate modem and address from the ones the kids used. While I was fiddling with the computer I heard a noise and looked up and saw Claire standing in the door watching me. I smiled and invited her in. I noticed she wasn't smiling and I asked her what was wrong. I was laying on the floor behind the computer desk straightening out the wiring mess and she came over and sat down beside me. "Legally responsible," she said quietly, "is that like a parent?" "Not exactly," I said. "It makes me responsible for things like medical and legal decisions until you are of age. It is not an adoption. I won't be your new father. But protecting you and guiding you and educating you will be my responsibility. I can use all the help I can get from you guys, because I am still trying to figure my life out." "Okay," she said and then was quiet for a few minutes. "But I don't want you to be my dad." I stopped what I was doing and sat up and pulled her to me and held her and said, "What's the matter sweetheart?" "I love you," she responded, with a bit of anguish in her voice. "I am too young for you, and you are too old for me. I know that any adult in their right minds will tell me that I am too young and I don't know what I want. But I think they are wrong. I do know what I want. I understand that there are some serious flaws in our relationship. I doubt if I am the only fourteen year old in the country that is in love with a twenty- five year old man. But I am probably the only one who loves the man that has enslaved her parents. I am probably the only one who loves the man who takes her to biker bars to get her nipples pierced and takes her to an old barn in the country to make porn movies with her brother and her mother. I know that is abnormal in the extreme. And I know that I don't want you to be my father, because I would marry you tomorrow if it were legal, and girls don't really want to marry their dads." I kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight and said, almost in a whisper, "The lawyer is looking to see if there are still any states where it is legal to marry at the age of fourteen." She looked up so fast that she hit my jaw and I bit my tongue. But it didn't hurt as bad as it was funny to see the look on her face. She pushed me down and sat on my stomach and started slapping me and yelling, "When were you going to fucking tell me, god damn it! You scared the hell out of me!" "Don't make me wash your fucking mouth out with soap, god damn it!" I said and we hugged and laughed and rolled around on the floor for a minute before I stood up and picked her up and took her to our room. I tossed her on the bed and lay down beside her and we just held each other for a while. I couldn't get rid of that nagging feeling that I was still molesting a child. But there was no way I was going to stop. I loved her. I think I loved her just as much as I loved Mel. And that is a lot. I know she is not fully matured. But she is more mature than most kids her age. Or at least I think she is. Never having molested any other fourteen year olds I guess I couldn't really say. Phil knocked on the open bedroom door and apologized for interrupting. I told him we were just resting, he hadn't interrupted anything. He said that the lawyer had called him. He had really been impressed and said that he felt not the slightest twinge of moral or ethical anxiety about doing what I asked. He also said to tell you that in the state of Alabama it is legal to marry at the age of fourteen with the consent of both parents and without a court order. He walked over to where we were sitting on the side of the bed and mussed up Claire's beautiful blonde hair and said to me, "So, you really love this crazy little bitch, huh?" She grinned and kicked him in the shin and stuck her tongue out at him, then said, "I may be little, but I could fuck you to death you old fart!" He picked her up and hugged her and said, "Yeah, I imagine you could, but what a way to go!" He kissed her on the forehead and dropped her back on the bed. "You know," he said to me, "I have an idea you are struggling with that decision, because I know you to be an honorable man. But somehow it seems right. Now get your lazy asses downstairs, supper is almost ready." We followed Phil downstairs and into the kitchen. Kitty was cooking and Ed was setting the table. I just happened to be looking at him when I saw him spot Claire. His cock twitched in his little panties. I imagine he was remembering last night. I got a beer out and sipped on it while watching a little news and waiting for supper. I went in when I was called and sat down to eat. I let kitty get most of the way through her meal, but finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to ask about her day at work. I said, "Kitty, did you have a good day at work?" Her face turned red just thinking about it. I had the impression she really didn't want to relive it for us here tonight. But she answered, "No Master. Kitty had a terrible day at work." "What happened," I asked, as if I were genuinely concerned for her. She replied, "Kitty's boss postponed the morning meeting with kitty. So instead kitty sat at her desk and just like yesterday men kept coming into the office and looking at her cunt. But now they were doing more than looking. Not everyone, but some. Some of them pulled kitty's jacket open and touched kitty's tits. They played with kitty's nipple rings and tugged on them and it hurt kitty. And then men started putting their fingers in kitty's cunt. Kitty was worried because kitty's door was wide open and people were always walking by." "After lunch Mr. Jeffries called kitty into his office and he told kitty to close his door. He told kitty that he didn't know why kitty had started to dress like a slut, but if kitty was going to dress like a slut, kitty was going to be treated like a slut. Then kitty's boss pushed her to her knees and fucked kitty's mouth." "Kitty was also fucked by the other two partners today, Master. They called kitty into their offices one at a time and made kitty pull her top up so that they could see kitty's nipple rings. Then they made kitty bend over their desks so that they could fuck kitty. They all think kitty is a slut. Everyone at the office thinks kitty is a slut now!" "But kitty," I said, gently. "You are a slut now." Kitty looked at me. I think that was when it actually dawned on her. She was a slut! Miss uptight, stick-up- her ass Phyllis Mott, was now kitty the slut. And there was no going back. I thought this would be a good time to change the subject. I announced to everyone at the table that as soon as the necessary paperwork could be completed and whatever legal obfuscation that was necessary to nominally comply with the laws of the state of Alabama could be accomplished; we would be taking a trip to that state so that Claire and I could become husband and wife. I didn't mention that I would become Todd's legal guardian as well. The less they knew the less trouble they could make by saying something to the wrong person at the wrong time. I am pretty sure I could have knocked Ed and kitty over with a feather. Todd, on the other hand said, "NO SHIT!!! That's fan-fuckin-tastic! But does that mean I can't fuck her anymore?" I thought about that for a while and said, "Only on the set." That got a laugh out of everyone but mom and dad. After dinner I gave kitty a break and let Ed do the clean up while kitty prepared another outfit for tomorrow. She was running out of business suits to alter so I went with her to her bedroom and looked through her dresses. I saw one that I thought had promise. It was a very sensuous sundress, silky and sexy and body hugging. It included a small vest that came down to just below her tits. Although the dress was one piece, it was made to look like a two piece outfit, with a lacy top under the vest. I ordered her to shorten it to the standard length and to remove the lacy insert. I was pretty sure that with that piece removed the only thing covering her tits would be the vest hanging loosely over them. I had a feeling Gary was going to love this when she got to work tomorrow. I could see that she wasn't broken yet. It was obvious that she wanted desperately to beg to at least keep the lace insert in place. There was a pleading look in her eyes that absolutely thrilled me to death. I went back downstairs and got a surprise in the living room. Claire and Phil and Todd were watching "NCIS". But Ed couldn't see it. He had his face in Todd's lap and was sucking his cock! I laughed quietly to myself and looked at Claire who also seemed to find it amusing. I sat down beside her. Since "NCIS" was a repeat I hadn't missed anything. Claire stretched out with her head in my lap and I picked up the newspaper. I heard Todd cum after a few minutes, but when Ed started to get up Todd held him in place and said, "No Ed, hold it in your mouth for a while. It feels good." I guess I remember enough about being fifteen to remember that I had always been horny too. I just never considered a blowjob from my father as a source of relief. Of course, had I suggested it I would be dead now. About an hour and a half later I saw kitty in her newly altered dress coming down the stairs. She looked fantastic! I should be a designer. I loved the way the bouncy little puff of skirt that remained, moved when she walked, almost, but not quite exposing her bald cunt. I got up and went over to her and opened the vest. I had been right. The dress now came to just below the rings through her nipples. Yeah, Gary was going to love this one. The rest of the week was just much more of the same. Kitty was being forced to suffer one indignity after another at work. She was made to service Gary and the other two partners every day. She had been gang banged in a store room Wednesday afternoon by five of the attorneys and on Thursday she was sent down to the mail room to fuck the two mail clerks! She was their bonus for doing such a great job. *** On Friday I saw to the removal of my belongings from my old house and then talked to a realtor about the pros and cons of renting versus selling. I decided that I had only held onto the house to be close to Mel after she died. It didn't help. So I would go ahead and put it on the market. I told the realtor that a crew was going to clean the place up next week and that she could do a market analysis at her leisure. I gave her my key and drove over to make sure my stuff all got into storage alright. It isn't that I didn't trust the movers. It's more like I didn't trust the movers. If you have ever had your belongings moved you understand. But they seemed to be doing a good job and had the furniture separate from the other things the way I had requested. I didn't see any sign of boxes not unloaded from the truck. So I tipped the movers and locked up the storage rooms and drove home. The kids were doing their homework. They obviously didn't need my help. I remembered something I had forgotten to do today. I went ahead and called the cable company and told them I needed to set up another computer with a modem. We set an appointment about ten days in the future. I was starting to go through email withdrawal when it dawned on me that the kids had computers. I got Todd's permission to use his computer to check my email. I went to his room and turned his computer on. I checked my two accounts and erased all the spam and read and forwarded all the jokes and sent a reply to a couple of actual messages. Then, just for the hell of it, I decided to do a little snooping. I found some dirty pictures of course. Most of them were pretty tame, but quite a few had to do with S&M and there were recent downloads of some bestiality pictures. I guess he knew what mother's next movie was about and was getting a preview. I checked his emails, curious to see if he was telling anyone about the new and exciting changes in his life. There were some hints to one of his friends about a big change in his sex life, but nothing specific. I decided I had better have a talk with him. He had been pretty responsible so far, considering what and who he was, but our current living situation was not one that we would want to become public. He had a few things from school, but mostly he had games. Maybe he was almost normal after all! We were all up a little early on Saturday. Some of us were looking forward to a new experience. One of us was dreading it more than she had ever dreaded anything in her life, and with good reason. I had hinted at what was coming, and she had overheard comments both here and at the studio. I think she knew that today she was going to get fucked by a dog, on film! I just had some coffee. I had been so busy and my schedule so unpredictable lately that I had not been jogging as much as I should. And I have been eating breakfast, something I was not in the habit of doing. Of course, on balance I had also been fucking Claire every time she was within reach, that had to be burning a lot of calories, right? We had a couple of hours to kill before driving out to the studio so I went to the garage and cleaned up my bike a little. I started it up and was about to take it around the block a few times to charge the battery. I really felt bad about how little I had ridden lately. Suddenly both kids came running out of the house like Freddy Kruger was chasing them. I didn't know what was going on at first but then I realized that they didn't know that I had the bike. Or at least they didn't know that it was in their garage. They walked around it and oohed and aahed. I offered them a ride and they both wanted to go first. I had a great idea. I would take Todd for a little ride now. Then when we came back, Claire and I would ride out to the studio on the bike. I had given many young cousins, nieces and nephews rides in the past and had four children's helmets in various sizes. I helped Todd find one that fit and sent him in to get a light jacket. I told Claire to be ready to go when I got back and she would also need to wear a jacket. I took off with Todd on the back. I think he loved it, based on the screams of pleasure coming from behind me. I told him if he messed up my seat I would rub his nose in it and he punched me. I rode around town for almost half an hour and then drove back to the house. Claire was waiting outside and ready to go. Todd got off and gave her the helmet and we took off. We still had an hour before it was time to go to the studio with kitty. So I rode to the biker bar and we went out onto the deck and ordered a couple of cokes. Some of the bikers recognized us and came over and said hello. A few asked Claire about her new nipple rings and she was happy to show them to anyone that wanted to see them. You have to love a girl like that! There was a biker couple at the next table. The woman came over and said, "Hi. I was just admiring your rings, can I see them?" Claire was happy to be admired of course and instantly flipped her top up. The woman said, "Nice. I like them. Did Leo do them?" Claire nodded and the woman pulled her top up to show us her pierced nipples with the bars through them. Claire thought they were cool, but I pointed out that I couldn't attach a leash to those. Claire smiled and the woman laughed, then Claire put her boobs away. It was finally time to go and we took a leisurely ride out to the barn. Everyone else was already there, but they had apparently just arrived. There was dust still billowing around in the driveway. We went inside and I saw that the large room in the middle of the barn had been set up with lights and cameras. Eric saw me come in and walked over and said hello. He asked if kitty knew what to expect and I told him that she had overheard comments and suspected, but didn't really have much more than a clue. He smiled and said, "Good, it is more fun when they don't know. My audience likes their reactions more that way. Just to make sure, no second thoughts, right?" Claire shivered as she held onto my arm and I put my arm around her. "No," I answered without hesitation, "no second thoughts, but the same stipulations as last time. She shouldn't be physically harmed." "No problem, we have done this a hundred times. The hard part is getting a girl to do it on camera." I asked him what was going to happen and he said that he had a special dog handler. The guy was huge and looked mean as a grizzly bear. He was going to let kitty know, in no uncertain terms, that she would be doing everything he said while she was here. He was in a room with her now. He would rough her up a little, but not bad, no marks or anything, just get her scared enough to do what she was told to do. She would probably have to do two dogs, depending on how it went and how long it took. If one of the dog's got too excited and came too soon then they had another one ready just in case. They needed between an hour and an hour and a half of film. Just then we heard a noise and kitty came out of the make up room, the dog handler was beside her and had his large hand around her neck. She looked terrified. I noticed that the cameras were already rolling and Claire and I went to a couch against the wall and sat down to watch. I whispered to her that if it got too intense just nudge me and I would take her out. She nodded but I could tell from the rapt look on her face that she wanted to watch the whole show. I looked over at Phil, Ed and Todd on the other side of the room. Phil looked serious; Ed looked like he was trying not to watch. Todd, on the other hand was on the edge of his seat looking like he wanted to get in on the action. Boys! I was not personally a fan of bestiality. I have no problem with those that are excited by it. Live and let live is my motto. But it has never been something that held my interest. I had come across some pictures on the internet when I first started exploring there. I had looked at them and satisfied my curiosity. This, however, was not about sex or sexual excitement for me. This was about revenge; this was about destroying the woman that was responsible for the death of my wife. So I watched curiously as kitty was led to the center of the room. She stood there waiting as that announcer made his announcement for this movie. The dog handler had left kitty standing alone in front of the cameras as the announcer said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is kitty mott's third movie. If you saw one of the first two movies you know that she is here against her will. She is being blackmailed and forced to perform for your pleasure. In her first movie she had sex with her fifteen year old son in nearly every position known to man. In her second movie she starred with her son and her fourteen year old daughter. Her son and her daughter were seen making out and undressing each other in front of a mysterious stranger in their living room. Their mother burst in and saw them naked and performing oral sex on each other and threw a fit. Her loving son and daughter grabbed her and held her while the mysterious stranger tore her clothes off. She was bent over a piece of furniture and her daughter assisted the stranger in raping mom's cherry ass. It was a long painful experience. Mom was also forced to eat out her pretty young daughter's pussy. Both of those movies are presently available from Dark Alley Films, Inc. You will not be disappointed. Today kitty mott has a couple of new experiences in store for her. As you can see she is ready and waiting so ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present kitty mott, and doggy." A side door opened and the animal trainer came in with a very large black lab. It was prancing and seemed happy to be with its trainer. The trainer walked right up to kitty and told the dog to sit. The dog obeyed instantly. He had been well trained and knew that he was about to get to fuck a woman. And he knew that he liked that, a lot. The dog sat, as ordered, but not without fidgeting. The handler ignored the dog for a moment and ran his hands over kitty. He rubbed her cunt and put a finger inside her. He offered his finger to the dog to lick clean and the dog happily complied. The man started talking in his deep, cold voice. "Bitch, this is Rex. Say hello to Rex." Kitty was so scared I could see her shaking. The audience would get there money's worth from these movies. She didn't even look at the dog. I assume she wanted never to see it. If she had to fuck it then she wanted to bend over and get it over with. But that wouldn't be much of a show. Poor kitty! She finally managed to whisper, "Hello Rex." The handler said, "What the fuck did you say bitch?! Who are you whispering to for Christ's sake! You don't want me to have to get your attention again do you?" "No sir! Hello Rex," she repeated, in a substantially louder voice. It was much more audible for the sound track and the trainer was pleased. "Rex is your costar bitch. He has made dozens of movies with bitches like you. He likes bitches like you. Are you ready for your love scene?" I saw her close her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks as she said, "Yes sir." "Yes sir what bitch?" "Kitty is ready for her love scene with Rex, sir." "Good, I'm glad to hear that. Rex is glad to hear that, aren't you boy?" The dog barked twice, loudly, obviously anxious to get started. But I guess he had read the script because, impatient or not, he waited until given his next command. "Okay bitch, first let's have a little foreplay. Bitches like foreplay, don't they bitch?" "Yes sir," she responded. "Bitches like foreplay." The trainer reached out and grabbed one of the nipple rings and pulled down, pulling kitty to her knees. He held onto the ring and twisted it slightly. Kitty winced in pain but said nothing. She knew better. "Alright bitch, now to start off with, how about giving your costar a big wet sloppy kiss." Before she even had time to react I saw him twist that nipple ring harshly and her mouth came open, but no sound came out. She could only nod her head and he relaxed his grip on the ring, but continued to hold onto it. Kitty's face was inches from the dog's face. His mouth was partially open and his tongue hanging out an inch or so and he was making little whining noises. I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't stop! Kitty leaned forward and pursed her lips and kissed the dog on the nose. The trainer instantly twisted her nipple ring violently again causing her to cry out in pain this time. "What the fuck was that bitch?! That isn't how bitches kiss their mates! They don't touch their noses with their lips stupid! Now come on, I want to see some hot doggy lovemaking. Get in there and get it on." It looked like she was going to vomit. She realized what he was telling her to do, and that she was most certainly going to do it. If he had to rip off both of her nipples she was going to do it. I watched as she leaned forward again and with tears pouring out of her eyes she stuck out her tongue and French kissed Rex. Rex immediately returned the kiss, sticking his incredibly long, fat tongue into kitty's mouth and lapping as though there were food in there. It was truly gross to watch. But the trainer held her in place and let Rex lick her mouth. I swear that tongue must have been going into her throat! "Okay, bitch, now reach down there and rub his cock a little and get him good and ready to fuck your skanky ass. Now don't overdo it. I know you're excited but you have to control yourself." "Well, looks like you got the touch. Rex really likes that. Have you done that before?" "No sir," kitty said, and then returned to tongue kissing the dog. "I guess you're just a natural born dog lover, bitch!" "Since this is your first doggy date, I guess, you being a lady and all, you probably don't want to go all the way, do you?" "No sir," kitty said, almost daring to hope she would get out of this somehow. "I understand perfectly, a lady has to be careful of her reputation. But you got poor Rex all excited and hard and we don't want to have the poor dog get blue balls now do we?" "No sir," said kitty, still not aware of what was going to happen. "Rex!" the dog trainer spoke sharply and got the dog's attention, "Down Rex!" The dog instantly stretched out on his stomach. As soon as he was down the handler said, "Over!" The dog rolled over onto its back and lay there, waiting for another command. But the only other command he received was, "Stay!" "Now, kitty mott, I mean bitch, you know how to keep a poor dog from getting blue balls if you don't want to fuck him don't you?" I was going to have to buy the movie just to have the picture of kitty's face when she realized what she was being required to do. I glanced over at Claire to see if this was a little too strong for her. But like Todd, she was on the edge of her seat watching excitedly. I shrugged mentally. I guess she was handling it better than I was. I looked across the room and saw that Phil had left the room. I looked back to the show and saw the trainer pulling kitty down by her tit. He pulled her down very slowly, savoring her horror. When her face was right above the bright red, throbbing cock he ordered her to kiss it. At that point, to avoid any more tit twisting she would have done anything, and she did. She pursed her lips and gingerly touched them to the dog's cock. The dog shivered at the touch but didn't move. Next she was ordered to lick and she licked Rex's cock for quite a while, until the trainer was satisfied. And then there was only one thing left to do. "Okay bitch. Now take your boyfriend's pecker into your mouth and suck him real good. Just like I hear you sucked your little boy last week. I was surprised at how long the dog's cock was. I don't own a dog and dog cocks aren't something I am really up on. It appeared to be a good six inches long with a real pointy end on it. It was really disgusting! But kitty sucked. She sucked it just like she sucked every other cock she was made to suck. The trainer told her that dogs have a lot more cum than men do, but she had better not spill a drop or he would have to give her another obedience lesson. Then he let her tit go and stood up and moved back so that we could watch kitty suck off the black lab. I felt Claire grab my arm and hold me closer. She suddenly leaned in and bit my arm! What the hell! I looked at her and she was having an orgasm! I was just going to ask her if she wanted to leave and here she was cumming from watching her mother suck off a dog! The funny thing is I glanced over at Todd and he had his cock out and was jacking off as he watched. A couple of fucked up kids! Gotta love 'em! Kitty had been sucking for several minutes when the trainer stepped back into the picture and put her hand on the dog's nuts. "Rub him there while you suck him. He likes that a lot." Then he stepped away again and kitty resumed sucking and now rubbing. It seemed to take a long time and then suddenly I saw kitty's back arch and she was gagging uncontrollably. Obviously the dog was cumming in her mouth. She was swallowing desperately but the crap was squirting out around her lips and out through her nose. I had to look away. I looked back about thirty seconds later and that damned dog was still coming! But apparently kitty had it under control now and was managing to swallow most of it. The dog finally stopped hunching its hind quarters and lay still. "I don't know bitch. You did alright at the end there, but you sure made a mess. I tell you what. You lick up all that precious fluid you let spill out and I won't have to give you any more obedience training." I don't know what he did to her for obedience training, but she had to really hate it. Because she bent right back down and licked all of that cum up off that dog's belly! Finally she was allowed to sit up on her haunches and Rex was ordered up. He licked kitty's face gratefully for a minute before he was led out of the barn. Kitty slouched down as the dog was led out and sobbed quietly. I guess that was the reaction that they wanted because they filmed it for several minutes. I finally thought to check my watch and was surprised to see that from start to finish it had taken almost forty-five minutes! Well, there had been quite a bit of foreplay. They didn't give her time to rest or clean up or anything. The trainer came right back in. this time he was leading large German Shepherd. I thought Eric had mentioned a Great Dane. Maybe they were saving that for a future performance. Kitty didn't move as the Shepherd was led up to her and ordered to sit. She went through the same foreplay routine, except that this time the trainer stood back and just told her what to do. She leaned forward and French kissed the dog just like she had the Lab. And the Shepherd reacted in the same way, by reaming out kitty's mouth with his large tongue. After a few minutes she was again instructed to play with the dog's large erection, and again she complied instantly. A few minutes later she was ordered to lie on her back and as soon as she was in position the dog was up and between her legs and eating her pussy. He was apparently very good at it because in about ten minutes, despite the horror she felt, I saw kitty start humping her hips up to meet the dog's tongue. Before long she was cumming, and then again, and then once more before the handler finally stepped in. Kitty was ordered up on all fours and the dog was given one last command. "Okay Pirate, fuck the bitch." The dog scurried onto her back and his haunches were humping away before he was within a foot of her ass. But he quickly worked his way up and after a few misses, painful misses judging from kitty's expression, his cock plunged violently into her cunt. You couldn't miss it, she screamed so loud it hurt my ears. But I guess the dog was used to it. He just kept on pumping like mad. He fucked her for about ten minutes before I saw her start hunching back against him and her grunts of pain sounded a little different now. I was close enough that I could see a huge knot growing at the base of his penis and he was obviously trying desperately to plant that knot in her cunt. And damned if he didn't! The dog made one last violent thrust and kitty screamed again, louder this time! Then he just hung onto her and quivered and panted. He stayed like that for a very long time and finally tried to get off. At first he couldn't. His cock was stuck in her. But when he tried to turn around his knot popped out and kitty screamed again. The trainer ordered Pirate to lie down on his back and we watched from the rear as kitty cleaned his cock for him. We also watched as the cum just poured out of her cunt and ran down her legs in streams! The dog was finally let out but this time the cameras kept rolling as the crew came in and gathered around kitty for a blowjob. She managed to suck all four of them off and then they finally cut the tape and let her go clean up. They had to send Ed with her; she couldn't walk on her own. I turned to Claire and said, "What did you think?" She giggled and said, "Can we buy a dog?" I laughed and said, "You fucking pervert!" I got up and went over to Eric, who was not partaking of kitty's talented mouth this time. I guess he isn't so fond of seconds after a dog. He was ecstatic. "That has to be the best dog movie I have ever made! That thing is going to be worth a fucking fortune! Come on; let's go back into the office." I followed him and nodded for Claire to follow me. When we got inside he handed me an envelope with cash in it and copies of the two previous movies on DVD. The covers looked very professional and had a great nude picture of kitty on the cover. I suggested we wait a couple of weeks and give kitty time to recuperate. I didn't want to kill her, just make her wish I had. We set the date and time and I didn't even ask what the next movie would be. I took Claire's hand and we left. Phil was outside and I handed him the money. I don't know how much was in it, I didn't care. He looked at me and could see I was a little green around the gills. "Having second thoughts?" he asked. "No, I still want it done. I don't have to enjoy watching it though. Do you have any plans?" I asked. "Nope, I finished up my last two cases yesterday. Somehow word has gotten out that I was retiring. I only told a few people, the landlord and a couple others that needed to know. I guess one of them has a big mouth. Anyway, I was finishing up my paper work on my last case last night and some guy comes in and wants to buy my business. He offered me a lot of money. Since my name wasn't on the business I didn't care. I was just going to walk away. It seems like I lived most of my life on the edge of poverty. Now that I am retired the money keeps pouring in. All thanks to you. And I do thank you." I quickly responded, "Not as much as I thank you." Claire said, "Why don't you two fairies just kiss and let's get out of here." Cute little tyke, isn't she? The rest of the motts came out and I asked if anyone else was interested in a late lunch at the biker bar again. As it turned out, Ed and kitty not so much, but the rest of us thought that sounded like fun. Claire and I arrived first on the bike. It was another beautiful Saturday afternoon so the deck was crowded again, but a lot of the crowd recognized us and it was obvious that they were happy to see us back. We went through the bar and were looking for a table on the deck when I heard my name. I saw Ray stand up and waive at us and we made our way to his table. There were only two empty seats at his table and I explained that we had come on the bike and the others were following in the car. I heard a woman say "We were just leaving." It was the woman that had been comparing nipple piercings with Claire earlier. We thanked her and pulled their table over and lined it up with Ray's table. Ray asked Claire how her nipples were doing, so of course she had to show him. She held her top up and Ray closely examined her nipples. He smiled at her and said, "Man, that Leo does great work!" Claire said, "Yeah, I love them! My nipples seem to stay hard almost all the time." All the guys at the nearby tables were watching the show and grinning and commenting. I saw the rest of our group coming out onto the deck just then and I got their attention. They came over and joined us and we ordered some drinks and lunch. Kitty ordered two Long Island iced teas. Well, she had definitely had a hard morning. We all just sat around shooting the shit when Ray nudged me and I looked up to see Leo and his wife coming in. They saw us and came over and we found a couple of chairs and invited them to join us. I hadn't met Leo's wife. She was very pretty and very tattooed. I think I know where Leo got a lot of his practice. Leo's wife, Jill, recognized our mother daughter team from his description of the earlier piercing party we had. She asked how they were doing, and of course Claire immediately popped her top. I said the hell with it and pulled it off of her and she spent the rest of the afternoon topless. Jill laughed and I felt I had to explain that she had been pulling that thing up and showing her boobs to everyone that asked about her nipples. This would save a lot of time and energy. She agreed and went ahead and took off her own top. Jill had dozens of tattoos and her nipples had two of those little barbells in each one. One set was horizontal, the other vertical. Claire was fascinated. She asked permission first and then felt them. The amusing part was the expression on Jill's face as Claire toyed with her nipples. Leo asked when we were planning on another set of piercings. I thought about it for a minute and thought we could all use a little more entertainment. I asked him if he had his bag with him and he said it was in his saddle bag. I told him that kitty had been through a pretty rough morning, but after what she had been through a couple more holes should be nothing for her. He asked what I had in mind and I suggested one over her clit and two in each side of her pussy, but smaller ones this time. About the size that Claire had in her nipples. Leo asked Jill to go get his bag and we discussed where to do it. We ended up clearing off our table and stripping her completely and tying her down spread eagled to the four corners. Kitty took it pretty well; I think the two large drinks on an empty stomach probably helped. Jill came back with the bag and when she saw kitty she laughed out loud. Guys were all standing up and crowding around. A big guy came up behind me and introduced himself as Roady, the owner of the bar. I introduced myself and told him that I hoped he wasn't upset with our little piercing parties. Roady said, "Hell no. Shit, business has picked way up since you guys started dropping in. I have heard a lot about you, just wanted to shake your hand is all." And so we did. Then he stood and watched as Leo prepared kitty. He started stimulating her clit and kitty started moaning, "Oh god no, please not there." She looked up at me and said, "Please Master, kitty is scared. Kitty doesn't want her cunt pierced." In a tone a parent might use when talking to a recalcitrant child I said, "But kitty, that isn't your cunt! That's my cunt, and I want it pierced. Piercing you makes me happy. You want me to be happy don't you kitty?" "Yes Master, kitty is sorry Master. Kitty is just scared." I turned to Roady and said, "Not very shark like for a lawyer, is she?" "Your bitch is a lawyer?! Must be nice to be able to screw a lawyer instead of the other way around," Roady said. Leo held up the ball gag with a questioning look and I turned to Roady and asked him if he minded a scream or two. "Music to my ears," he said. "Go for it!" Leo shrugged and swabbed the fold of skin over kitty's cunt with alcohol. That seemed to make her uncomfortable. Then he used a clamp and pierced her with a slightly smaller needle than he had used on her nipples. She screamed, long and loud. Roady said, "If the bitch's daughter wasn't watching I would stick my dick in there to quiet her down for you." I chuckled and said, "The bitch's daughter loves to see her suck a nice hard cock. She had an orgasm watching her mother suck a cock a little while ago." I didn't mention that it had been a dog cock. Within seconds Roady had his cock in kitty's mouth and she was trying to suck and sob at the same time. Roady wasn't fucking her face or anything, just kind of taking the place of a gag. If I was him I would have been worried about getting bitten when she was getting needles stuck in her cunt, but it's his dick. Not my problem. Leo worked pretty fast with his wife helping him out. He got the ring inserted and then pulled out kitty's labia and punched two hole in each side and inserted rings in all four holes. He picked up his stuff and handed me a set of instructions for caring for piercings again. I asked him how long before she could fuck again. Leo smiled and said, "She can fuck right now! She won't like it. It will hurt her like hell, but it won't bother the guy fucking her. Just make sure you get her cleaned up good afterwards." I ordered Ed to pay the man. Now that the piercing show was over Roady decided to switch holes. He moved to the other side of the table and asked if I minded. I told him that I would be honored to have him be first. But I suggested that we move the table out into the center a little more to make her more available to the audience, mostly because I had food coming and didn't want people fucking in my face while I was eating. He and one of the other customers picked up the table and moved it more into the center of the deck. The customers seated around them pulled their tables back a little to make more room. And then there was a piercing scream as Roady rammed his cock into kitty's sore cunt. She was quickly muffled by the other guy carrying the table as he pushed his cock into her mouth. I watched for a while but it got boring fast. We went back to our drinks and conversation and ignored kitty. I sent Ed to get some bar rags and keep kitty from getting too messy. When the bikers found out that it was her husband keeping her clean they got a big kick out of that. When Todd let them know he was wearing panties under his slacks he was quickly stripped down to his underwear and he spent the entire afternoon on the deck in his panties, wiping cum off of his wife's face and cunt. When the action around kitty finally tapered off and it was mostly fat old bikers trying for seconds and thirds I decided it was time to go. Ed paid the tab and cleaned kitty up one last time and untied her. I let Ed get dressed and we waived goodbye to all of our new friends. We had to carry her to the car. She didn't even seem to know that it was over. We took her home and gave her a shower and left her in the Jacuzzi for a while. I even took pity on her and gave her some Tylenol. I also gave her another strong drink. *** It rained on Sunday. Carl came by early and said that he had some extra time. He had been rained out today. He wondered if he couldn't take kitty into a spare room for a while. I told him that I didn't have a problem with that. He hadn't noticed the rings in her cunt. I pointed them out and told him he would have to fuck her mouth or her ass. I made sure that if he fucked her ass he used lube and stretched her out first. Gotta protect my investment, right? The rest of us watched the first two movies kitty had starred in. I thought they were pretty well done. So did Phil. Ed didn't say anything. Todd was excited, and very proud. Claire, too, was proud. She loved the scene she took part in. She watched it over and over. The next two weeks were just more of the same. I called kitty's boss on Monday morning and asked that they take it easy on her for a few days because she had been through a lot this weekend and because her cunt was freshly pierced. Mr. Jeffries said he would put the word out, but a sore pussy wouldn't keep her from sucking dicks. And he thanked me. He said that he had never fucked a woman with a pierced cunt. He was looking forward to trying it out in a few days. The next week everything went very smoothly. We all took it a little easy on kitty, but she still did all of the cooking and most of the cleaning, although she got some help from Ed. The following week, since everything was going so smoothly, I went back to work. I had been off for two weeks and it was hard to get back into it. But I couldn't just lie around the house all day waiting to torment kitty. So I worked during the day and acted like a newlywed with Claire at night and just kind of returned to a warped version of a normal life. Then it was Saturday morning again. I got up early and kitty was already in the kitchen and coffee was ready. Kitty was hugging herself and crying quietly. When I walked in she tried to get herself under control. She wiped her eyes and poured me a cup of coffee and put the proper amounts of cream and sugar in. I was tempted to just ignore her, because I was pretty sure I knew why she was crying. But I guess it might help her to talk about it. So I asked her what was wrong. "Oh god, Master, kitty is so scared. Every time kitty goes to the barn it hurts worse and it is more degrading. Kitty knows it will be horrible today. Kitty doesn't know how she can stand any more. I looked at her and saw that she was looking back, hoping for a reprieve, a change of heart. Instead I said, "Kitty needs to remember that she is being punished for destroying my wife and driving her to kill herself, and laughing and partying as it happened. Kitty is one of the coldest, most heartless human beings I have ever met. The only person kitty feels sorry for is kitty. I don't think it has yet sunk through to you that you destroyed a wonderful loving human being and caused an incalculable amount of pain and suffering to the people that loved her." She looked at me, and I could see that the message still wasn't getting through to her. She still felt sorry for kitty and felt a disconnect when it came to taking responsibility for her actions. Fuck her! I took my coffee outside and sat by the pool and relaxed for a while. I heard people getting up and going in for breakfast. In a little while Claire came out with a glass of juice and another coffee for me and we sat and talked quietly. She asked if I knew what was in store for kitty today. I told her that I had been in such a hurry to leave there the last time that I hadn't even thought to ask. I asked her if she was having second thoughts. "No," she responded. "Sometimes I see her suffering and feeling sorry for herself when it is quiet and she is alone and I feel a little sad for her. But then I think about what she did, and what she really is. I honestly don't think she feels responsible for the bad things she did. Besides, you saw my reaction last time we were there. You and Phil were both getting sick, but I was cumming so hard just watching that I had to bite your arm to keep from screaming and fucking up the movie. "I don't know why it turns me on to watch her suffer like that. There was a time that I loved her. But she was not a good mother and Ed was a terrible father. They didn't abuse us, but neither did they give us love and affection. Instead they gave us good clothes and money and raised us to be as fucked up as they were. Well, they got the last part right I suppose." I let Ed drive and they took his Bentley this time. Claire and I followed on my bike. The ride to the barn was pleasant and uneventful. I noticed through the rear window of the car that even Todd left kitty alone in the back seat this time. I wonder if he finally had gotten some of his horny under control, or was he worried about his mother. When we got there I let the others go in and I held back and had a talk with Todd. I asked him if he was alright, he had been pretty quiet this morning. Todd looked surprised that I had asked. "No, I am fine," he said. "I was just thinking. I am going to be sixteen pretty soon. I was wondering if I could take a driver's ed. course. They have one at school, but it is always filled up. Nobody has ever taught me how to drive." And I thought he was worried about his mother! He is definitely his mother's son. I put my arm around the kid, who was almost as tall as I am, and said, "How about if I get you started. We can go to a parking lot tomorrow and you can drive around there until you get the hang of it. Then we can sign you up for a local driving school. I am glad you suggested it. I would much rather that you get a good school to teach you the basics. I took a safety course after I had been driving for almost five years. I just took it to lower my insurance rates. I thought I knew everything, but I learned a lot. And some of it stuck with me." "I was just afraid you were having second thoughts about bringing your mother out here today." "Fuck no! I love coming out here! I had a ball watching her being a dog's bitch last time. I just wish I could be in more of the movies." I told him I would suggest it to Eric and we went inside. Eric met me as I was on my way in and walked me back outside. As we walked to the house he explained, "Today's epic is an S&M special, do you know what S&M is Dave?" "I know what S&M stands for. I know it involves pain for pleasure, or pain for the sake of pain. I have never actually taken part in it so I guess I have to say, no, not really." "Good answer! Most people would say yes, thinking that they did know, but most people don't. I am not into it myself and I have to be honest, I don't understand it either. But a hell of a lot of people are into it and they will pay dearly to get their hands on an authentic S&M scene. Not the fake stuff, the real thing." "I am going to introduce you to a couple in the house that are here from out of state. They have paid me a great deal of money to sexually abuse and torture kitty. They are an older couple, in their fifties, and they have been doing this for decades. But the opportunity to do this to someone against their will is something that most of these people dream of. That is what makes kitty's movies sell like hotcakes. I have spoken to them and they understand the difference between hurt and harm. I thought you should meet them first and have an idea what is going on since I didn't warn you last time you were here." I just nodded. We entered the house and went downstairs and entered the dungeon. The couple was there, already in their leather S&M uniform. After the introductions we talked for a few minutes. They assured me that they would respect my limits, but they tried to make it clear that there would be a lot of pain and suffering, and even a little blood, but no scars and no need for medical care. I was just a bit skeptical, but they seemed more or less sane, and I would be there to stop it if I thought it was going too far. I looked around and shivered. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be led down into this room helplessly and subjected to pain for their pleasure. Most of this stuff I didn't know what it was or what it was for. But the stuff I could identify was scary enough. Unlike the other studios in the barn, this one had a gallery section behind a one way glass wall. Eric led me to it and showed me the seating area. There was even a bathroom and a refrigerator stocked with drinks. How considerate. There was also an audience of a dozen couples. Paying guests I assume. The back row was reserved for my group I guess. Speaking of my group, they were escorted in just then. We filed into the back row. I noticed the surprise on the faces of the other guests when they saw the two kids. It's alright, I explained to them. The woman they are going to torture in there today is their mother. I had a hell of a time keeping a straight face when some of them smiled and applauded. Weirdoes! Shortly after we were seated a naked young woman came around taking drink orders. These guys must be paying quite a bit for this kind of service. I wonder if Eric would tell me the truth if I asked him about it. I saw a commotion in the dungeon and kitty was being led in by two large men in leather loincloths. They were large, muscular men with grim faces. Kitty looked scared shitless. She had every right to be! The couple who had paid so much for the opportunity to torture an unwilling victim approached kitty and looked her over for the first time. They walked around her and ran their hands over her body. Then one of the men holding her picked up a set of wrist cuffs from a nearby table and he put them on her wrists. Once she was cuffed, one of the men reached up and grabbed a chain with a hook on the end that was hanging from the ceiling. There was a stout chain joining kitty's wrist cuffs and this was looped over the hook. So far nobody had said a word and the only noise from kitty was whimpering. One of the men walked to the wall and raised the chain just enough that kitty was stretched taut, but her toes still touched the floor. Now kitty finally spoke. "Oh god, please, please don't hurt me. Oh god, I can't stand pain. Please let me go." She looked at the smiling faces and began to sob quietly. Everyone backed away from kitty for a minute. As soon as they did I heard the announcer's voice again. I had forgotten their habit of using an announcer before their little movies started. I didn't see him anywhere and his voice suddenly coming out of the speakers startled me. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. I am sure that by now most of you know kitty mott. The lovely mother of two wonderful teenagers that is being blackmailed into making our specialty movies against her will. Today she will be making her fourth movie. Kitty is our most popular star since Dark Alley Films began filming for special customers with exotic tastes in erotica. Fans are already making her first three movies the hottest sellers in the company's history. We are sure that today's erotic film will exceed sales of the others combined. Kitty has never been in a dungeon before. If you have seen her previous epics you will be aware that she has been abused, but today.......ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the show." The couple in the other room moved back to where kitty was dangling from a chain in the middle of the room. The woman kissed her passionately and kitty listlessly returned the kiss. The woman stepped back and said that she didn't think kitty liked her. That wasn't a very nice kiss. I thought it was unusual that kitty was still wearing her dress. But I guess that was part of the act. The couple began hitting her with some kind of whip. It was a short, stiff little leather thing with a little flap on the tip. The first blow struck one of her tits and she screamed. They were beating her slowly, through her clothes. I don't know, don't ask me. I would have stripped her first, what do I know. They were smart though. They hit her and made her scream. But before they hit her again they let her relax for a few seconds. That way it didn't all run together I suppose. This went on for long enough to be boring and then they started tearing off her clothes. They were very violent about it too. It must have hurt. Then they started beating her again, on bare skin this time. They must have been hitting her very hard; the sound was so loud when those things smashed into her bare skin. They seemed to concentrate on her tits and her ass and her thighs. But they hit her just about everywhere eventually. Even on her face several times. At one point I was on the verge of standing up and putting an end to this. I tried to remind myself what she had done and why she had this coming. But I didn't want to be responsible for anyone having to go through this, and this was just the warm up! I started to get to my feet, but Phil grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my seat. He whispered that if I didn't want the rest of us to get dragged in there and tied up, I had best sit down and act like I enjoyed the show. That was chilling. Finally the beating ended and new toys were brought out. Clamps and clothes pins were attached to the tenderest areas of her body. They didn't seem happy unless what they did made kitty scream. Once she was covered in clothespins they started flicking them off with their quirts. What came next was worse. I watched the first few but it was turning my stomach and I had to look away. They pulled out a tray of long thin needles with what looked like plastic handles at one end. The slowly pushed the needles into kitty's tits. Slowly, one after another until their must have been at least fifty of them protruding from her breasts. Kitty screamed at first, but by the time the last one was in she was just sobbing quietly. I noticed several people in the audience in front of us having orgasms, quietly, discretely. Fucking freaks! They had no sooner inserted the last pin into her abused breasts than they started slowly removing them. This seemed be going on forever! At last they finished removing the needles and kitty was pleading quietly to be released. I was sick. There was blood dripping off of her tits from all of the tiny entrance and exit wounds from the needles that had slowly punctured her flesh. There were dark red marks all over her body from the quirts. And the couple that paid so much for the honor of doing this was obviously having a ball! Once the needles had been put away the two brutes in loincloths came forward and lifted kitty off of the hook. But that didn't mean it was over. She was carried to a device similar to the old rack, from the good old days of the Inquisition. She was spread eagled on the device and then drawn so tight that she could not move. The loincloth guys stepped back out of the way again and the torturers stepped up to the table. They each held a large candle. I was afraid that they were going to burn her but instead they started dripping hot candle wax onto kitty's body, which appeared to be stretched nearly to the breaking point. The man started at the top of her head, dripping hot wax on her ears and her face, slowly a few drops at a time. His wife started at her feet, and slowly worked her way up. This went on forever until it appeared that her entire body was covered in wax. There was a thick mound of wax over her pussy. And it wasn't over yet. The muscle bound guys came back on camera and released her from the rack. They carried her to some cuffs hanging down from the ceiling. One of them held kitty in his arms while the other put the cuffs around her ankles. Then he went to the wall and pulled on the rope which raised and separated her legs so that she was hanging upside down and spread eagled, with her crotch at about face level. I couldn't be sure that she was conscious, but I hoped that she wasn't. The men moved back again and the man and woman came forward, carrying those little whips again. They started taking turns whipping her, knocking the wax from her skin a little bit at a time. They were very precise, and very deliberate. It was obvious that kitty was still conscious. She reacted to every whip lash. I can't even guess how long this lasted, but you had to be really weird to find this exciting. It was painful to watch, but about as exciting as watching grass grow. Once the wax had been knocked off of her body she was removed from the ankle cuffs and draped backwards over a large barrel like object. Once she was secured there the husband fucked her mouth and the wife put on a strap on and fucked her red, swollen cunt brutally. They fucked her for about ten minutes or so and when they were finished the muscle bound guys in the loincloths stepped up to take their turns. They peeled off their loincloths and revealed some pretty impressive cocks. They were both in the nine to ten inch range and took kitty once again, and again it was excessively brutal. And then, finally it was over. I looked at my watch and shook my head. This had lasted for slightly more than four hours! They left kitty tied to the barrel and they all left. The cameras were still rolling when the camera and sound crews came in and took their turns as well. I had glanced at Claire and Todd from time to time throughout this agonizingly long session and I was pleased to see that they had finally reached their limits. I would have been worried if they had found this arousing. Phil and I went in and released kitty and carried her out to the car. I went back in to the office in the barn to talk to Eric. He handed me the movie with the dog rape before I could speak. He saw the look on my face and he knew they had gone too far. "I know what you are thinking," Eric said. "I think it too. That movie will sell like nothing on the straight DVD market and I will make a lot of money. But I agree with you, they went too far and for much too long. I finally managed to get a word in edgewise. "I believe we are going to have to renegotiate our contract." "You promised me twelve films!" he exclaimed. "Yes, and I will deliver twelve films. But there won't be anymore films like this. I'm not sure yet about that one with the dog. I am starting to hate coming here and having my stomach turned." "Alright, I get the point, no more pain, alright?" "I'll call you," I said. As I was walking out he handed me another envelope full of money. I went outside and everyone was waiting. I handed Phil the envelope and he took it but he handled it like it was covered with shit. And I didn't blame him. I explained to Phil, "I told him that we were going to have to renegotiate. He thinks that means no more pain. I am not sure right now what that means. I have never been so disgusted with myself in my entire life. Ed, take her home and take care of her." I headed for my bike and Claire ran up and hugged me. There were tears in her eyes. Neither of us said anything at first, but finally I said, "I'm sorry." She looked up at me and said, "Don't be sorry. In a way it was good. You got some of the venom out of your system. But more than that, you proved you were human. I saw you try to get up and stop it. And I heard what Phil told you. He was probably right. These guys don't look like they play games. You are sweet and I love you and as horrible as it was, I can't honestly say that she didn't have it coming. Remember what she did to bring this down on herself." I didn't necessarily agree with that. Claire put her helmet on and I drove us toward home. I took the long way around, down the river road and stopped for a while at a little clearing by the river. There was nobody else around. There had been almost no traffic on the road. It was nice and quiet. I locked up the bike and she left her helmet on the handlebar and we walked down to the river. I sat down on the bank and pulled her into my lap. "I can't say I haven't had a lot of fun lately," I said. "But I don't know that I like what I have become." She hugged me and kissed me on the forehead and said, "You haven't become anything. Look at you, you are wracked with guilt! If you were walking around with a hard on right now then you would have a problem." Sometimes I think she is a grown up in a child's body. Actually, most of the time I think she is a grown up in a grown up's body. I have to keep reminding myself that she is only fourteen. I held her close and we sat there staring at the water for a little while, until I calmed down a little. Then we went home. When we got to the house they had cleaned kitty up and put her to bed. I went in to see how she was doing. She was still awake and she looked at me when I came in. I sat on the edge of the bed and tears poured from the corners of her eyes. I grabbed a tissue and dried her eyes. "I am sorry Phyllis. I had no idea it would be like that." "No Master, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, kitty..." I stopped her. "No Phyllis, speak English." "Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. I think I finally hit bottom. I finally saw me for what I am. I don't feel sorry for myself anymore. Well, no, that isn't true. I have a lot of regrets. But if I went to that dungeon every day for the rest of my life I would probably deserve it. I would rather die than go there again. But I suppose I deserve that too." "This is the first time I have heard you sound like an actual feeling human being!" I said. "I don't know what to say. I will say this; I told Eric we wouldn't be doing that again." Kitty picked up my hand and kissed it and cried aloud as she said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." "Now what Phyllis, where do we go from here?" I asked her. "I don't know," she said. "We can't go back to the way things were, can we? Not even if we wanted to. I can't get unfucked. And even if we tried, it would never work with the kids. And look at Claire! I can't believe her! At fourteen she is a strong, intelligent, sexually secure, beautiful young woman! I am so proud of her! And you are the one that made that happen. Todd, on the other hand, is Todd." "Actually," I said, "I have been working on Todd. I think he is going to be alright. He still has a bit of the bully in him, but I think what happened today had an impact on him. He might be just a tad more in touch with his humanity." "I hope so, because Ed and I sure screwed him up." "We are back to 'what now'," I said. "There have been too many changes. I don't think things could be put back. I don't think I want things put back." Much to my surprise, Phyllis said, "Me either. I can't explain, and I don't pretend to understand the changes that have come over me. Do I have your word that what I say to you will never leave this room?" I nodded. "I have never enjoyed my job as much as I do now! I have a dozen orgasms a day. And when I get home it gets better. I know this isn't normal and maybe I have just been traumatized into this newly warped personality. But as much as I try to hide it, I walk around all the time with my pussy leaking and I am dying to get someone to fuck me. Even that little rabbit fucking kid of mine! Although I must admit, I prefer Phil or the gardener. That last trip to the biker bar, I lost count of how many times I came!" "Phyllis! You nasty fucking slut!" I exclaimed, truly amazed. She grinned and said, "Yes, I think you may be right. You were right about a lot of things and I deserved what happened to me, every bit of it. And I don't want all of it to end. But oh god, please, not another day like today. I suspect that I needed to have what happened to me today happen. It may be that they actually beat some sense into me. But if I have to do that again I will die." "I told you, I already ruled it out," I said. "Anything else you would like to comment on?" "Only one other thing," she said after a minute, "could Ed get laid every now and then? I know he doesn't deserve it, but he is trying so hard to not make things worse. I don't mind if he gets a mouth full of cum now and then, but once or twice a week let him get his rocks off, okay?" I laughed, that was an easy request. "So, you are willing to go along with everything else, even the dogs?" "If I must, I must," she said, with a phony martyr look on her face. "What about me and your fourteen year old daughter?" I asked. "I have never seen her so happy, or so well cared for. I have seen her blossom under some of the most unreal circumstances. You are good for her. You have my blessing. But if you could maybe work at getting her to hate me less I would appreciate that." "She doesn't hate you," I said. "She is mad at you, but she was crying today when they were hurting you. Even your weird son was upset!" I stood up and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Get some rest. Hell, you don't even have to cook tonight, we'll order pizza. Call if you need anything." "Thank you, Master." I smiled, "Get some sleep, kitty." THE END Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51