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Rita Ch. 01

By: Taunus



Disclaimer: The following short story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred. 

It was bound to happen; it was a form of the "manifest destiny" for the orient. The People's Republic of China ensured its hegemony over the South China Sea by invading and occupying the Philippine prefecture of Palawan, consisting of the large island of Palawan and hundreds of tiny, smaller islands. Thousands of poor Filipinos fled to the safety of the large island Luzon, crowded into refugee camps. The United States, routed and dismayed by the Chinese advance was only able to offer humanitarian aid to the refugees. 

Robert Clay works for the meat processing giant Khannibal(tm), a food exporter of meats to the orient, principally to China and Japan. His friend and co-worker, Sebastian Puso, engages Robert in a conversation while they wait for a meeting to begin. 

"Here is your opportunity, Bob," Sebastian states. "There are many young ladies displaced and willing to marry or work has a Domestic Helper to get out of the refugee camps in the Phils. You have an opportunity here." 

"Sebastian! Marriage isn't my desire. I am saving up my money to buy a female android, a gynoid," Robert retorts. 

"But imagine a living, flesh and blood female willing to please you," Sebastian says. "You could even negotiate to own her outright. Of course, to obtain a visa you would have to be 'engaged,' but that isn't the same as married. And you can write a pre-nuptial as well." 

"Get Thee hence, Satan," Bob bellows. "Must you always have such a dark side? For sure I want a cook, housekeeper, and a pleasure object. But isn't this just 'Trafficking in Humans' on a barely legal façade?" 

"Are you naïve or ingenuous?" Sebastian shouts. "Look here, I printed these files this morning. They are gorgeous girls willing to sacrifice for their families and themselves. Just look under 'Slave Girls Looking for Masters.' Here, see this one: 18yo, 5'4", light complexion, 140 lbs, 35(B)-25-35, Virgin. You only need to write a letter and make an offer. Of course there is a small fee to the agency for its referral." 

"You are teasing me. Well, let me see those printouts," Bob begs. Sebastian smiles; he knows that Bob will soon be on a path to his heart's desires. 

The "Agency" that Sebastian referred to wasn't cheap, but it was well within Robert's discretionary income. They laid out the steps to acquire a girl. Bob was to write, inclosing some small sum of hard currency (US dollars, Euros, or UK Pounds Sterling) to pay for the return postage and give the recipient a little spending money as well. The Agency, in return, would forward the letter and thus make the connection. Of course, the Agency would check out Robert Clay to ensure that he wasn't a criminal or sex offender. 

Bob Clay was surprised at the alacrity with which the girl replied. She gave a Red Cross camp number and her name and refugee number. It was almost like corresponding to an inmate in a prison. Her letter was long and detailed. She indicated her personal details and her situation. Uprooted from a middle-class existence, she and her family were refugees. The shame of begging necessities and the constant hunger embarrassed her. She claimed to be a submissive female. She would gladly become the fiancée of an older man in exchange for his supporting her family. She quoted an amount of monthly stipend. Bob considered the offer over night. 

The next day at work, Bob drops by Sebastian's cubicle. "I got a reply, Sebastian," Bob boasted. "Look, she even sent a picture." The picture showed a sultry brunette in a skimpy bikini. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

"Go for it," Sebastian suggested. "Aside from a few dollars and a little time, what do you have to lose?" Bob nods. Sebastian has a smirk on his face. 

Bob went by the bank and secured a money order. He was hesitant at first, fearing the letter would be lost in the mail; however, the Red Cross was efficient and the first payment was made. A few days later he received a second letter from Rita, the girl he was courting. She indicated more details about herself: no tattoos, no piercings, no scars or birthmarks. Her teeth are in good repair and she is, as indicated in her ad, a virgin. 

Robert Clay was excited. He could only begin to imagine an eighteen-year-old beauty serving him and submissive to his desires. Sebastian dropped by Bob's house after work with some words of sage advice. "You should keep the beauty a virgin---if you can," Sebastian stated. "Use her mouth and ass but keep her hymen intact. Then you can easily 'trade her in.' If she says, as you indicated, that she is submissive, then you should accommodate her in role play as well. For sure she is into bondage and punishment." Robert blanched at the words. Yet deep within his heart of hearts he knew that this was the "deal of a lifetime." 

Sebastian Puso speaks to Robert Clay in a deep voice: "Tell her to stop shaving her armpits. She should comply. If she doesn't, then drop her like a hot potato." Robert is ashamed to make such a request, but Sebastian is experienced. She writes back to tell Bob that she is honoring his wish and sends photos of her hirsute underarms. 

Letters are exchanged and Rita is able to open a bank account. Her family moves out of the refugee camp and she asks about joining Bob in America. They communicate about an engagement ring. Bob insists on buying a ring and sending it registered mail to Rita. He goes on line and requests her fiancée visa via Internet. There are many such visa applicants, but a clean police record and a stable job move them to the top of the list. With the issuance of a visa, Bob mails Rita her ticket information. The wheels are set in motion. 

Robert Clay sees Rita Defensor coming out from the customs area. She is wearing a T-shirt over a white cotton bra, Levi(tm) blue jeans, Nike(tm) tennis shoes, and white socks. Her white cotton panties aren't seen. That is, they aren't seen yet. She is carrying a wicker suitcase and no checked luggage. Rita recognizes Bob from his photos. She notices him but makes no effort to smile. They greet and Bob takes her suitcase to the short-term airport parking. 

"How was your flight, Rita?" Bob inquires. She hesitates then answers. 

"It was OK. I have never flown in an airplane before." She replies. 

"Are you hungry?" Bob asks. "There is a Chinese restaurant near the house." 

"Yes, Master," she responds. Bob is extremely excited by her response. "Feed me, Master," she begs. 

They stop for take-out and go directly to Bob's house. They eat without saying a word. Bob looks over his prize and considers Sebastian's advice. This eighteen-year-old virgin should be carefully trained. 

"May a girl use the toilet, Master?" Rita asks after finishing most of her meal. 

"Of course," Bob responds, startled. 

"Would Master like to watch?" Rita queries. "A girl is submissive in many ways." Bob's heart throbs as does the irregular veins in his erect penis. Bob leads Rita to the bathroom and watches her unbutton, unzip, and drop her blue jeans. She then pulls down her panties and sits on the toilet. "May a girl defecate and urinate, Master? Or would Master prefer to permit only one or the other?" 

Bob gasps. "Both, of course," he orders. He can imagine the thrill of having a girl defecate without urinating and be forced to hold her urine until permitted. She has a flat belly and striking underpinnings. She defecated and urinated. Bob realized that she was waiting permission to perform her ablutions and left her to her feminine cleansing. A few moments later she returned from the bathroom. 

"What is my Master's pleasure?" She softly asks. For the first time she is smiling. 

"Start with fellatio, girl," Bob commands as he drops his britches and briefs and gives freedom to his engorged, tumescent, and erect member. Rita quickly kneels and cups her hands under his balls and pulls his strong shaft into her mouth. In a matter of minutes he cums. 

"Shall a girl swallow, Master?" she inquires. 

"Please," he responds. "Now undress completely and masturbate Rita!" 

"Yes, Master," she replies and obeys. Soft sensitive hands work small breasts to firmness. Then one hand glides over her bush and finds her tiny clitoris, rubbing it with circular motion. Her almond eyes roll back as wave after wave undulates through her body. Her pubococcygeal muscles tense and relax as her vulva becomes engorged and moist with the crass carnal cravings and dark, depraved desires. She rocks back and forth on lean, lanky, lissome legs and toned, muscular hips. Slowly her honey nectar forms along the slit of her pudenda and droplets streak down her soft, creamy inner thighs. She moans and exhales. Her warm moist breath is rife with the scent of arousal. Her hairy armpits trap her perspiration of arousal and she blushes as her female fragrance fills the bedroom. 

Rita cums; she experiences a total clitoral orgasm. Bob is well pleased but now exhaustion from the trip to the airport and all the excitement of the day has left both exhausted. Naked, side-by-side they slip into a sensual, sensuous slumber. 

The dawn breaks. It is a Saturday and Bob has the whole weekend to enjoy his new fuck toy, Rita. She is submissive as she said she was. Now, as he awakes and surveys her naked body he is well satisfied. She is gorgeous, young, and thin. Who could ask for more? 

Rita awakens to see her new Master examining her. She folds her legs back into the lithotomic position, exposing her privates and inviting entry. Bob remembers Sebastian's advice. He slaps Rita's thigh and commands her to roll over and spread her glorious hemispheres, revealing her Glory of Glories, a tiny, tight, taut pink rosette. He exits and returns quickly wearing a condom smeared with K.Y. Jelly(tm). Robert Clay wastes no time in sodomizing Rita Defensor. Her bladder is full and she is both hungry and thirsty. In fact Bob is likewise, but lewd, lecherous lust drives him onwards. He cums. "Is a girl able to have an anal orgasm?" He asks. 

"A girl has not been trained, Master," she responds. She smiles and says: "A Master may train a girl if he desires." Then, after a brief pause she asks: "Does my Master wish to bust Rita's cherry?" She stretches her arms displaying her wet, smelly hairy armpits. 

"Not now mine," Bob retorts, frowning. It is time to clean up and get some breakfast. Rita always asks permission for every bodily function as well as eating or drinking. He notices her kneeling in the uncomfortable "Nadu" position, with her legs spread apart. He tells her to stand, for convenience sake. 

The weekend passes in total bliss. Rita fellates Bob and Bob butt fucks Rita often. Sunday morning Bob enjoys making Rita hold her urine until salty tears streak down hot pink cheeks. He then commands her to masturbate and cum before being permitted to use the toilet. He cannot resist studying and examining her pussy, paying close attention to her intact hymen. He takes a clipper and cuts away her bush, leaving a rough stubble. Rita is not permitted to sport the soft, oriental bush or the shaved, smooth hypogastric triangle. The underarm hair and stubble are both dark brown and coarse. 

At work Monday morning Sebastian Puso comes by Bob's cubicle. "How was your weekend, Bob?" He asks. 

"Better than my wildest dreams," Bob replies. 

"I have something for you and your girl," Sebastian utters. It is a stainless steel slender speculum. Bob examines the device carefully. The two flanges look like duck beaks. "Vaginal or anal, it works in either. You can spread her and lock it open for pleasure or pain." 

"So, when do you want to come over?" Bob asks. 

"How does Saturday sound to you?" Sebastian answers. 

"Good, we will try out the speculum then. By the way, her hymen is still intact. That was a good idea." Bob rambles on. 

The week passed all too fast. Rita was sore from being sodomized, but she did not resist and continued to allow Bob to ravage her rosette. By Friday she had grown accustomed to being butt fucked first thing in the morning. Saturday came and she expected the morning drill, but things were different. Bob gave Rita an apron and told her that there would be a guest for breakfast. Rita was to prepare the typical American breakfast, wearing only the apron. It would cover her nipples and her pussy, but leave the back open. 

The doorbell rings and Bob answers the door, admitting Sebastian. They sit and eat breakfast. Sebastian can't keep his eyes off of Rita. She is embarrassed by her body odor and hairy armpits, as well as the show of skin that the apron allows. 

After breakfast the three go to the bedroom. Bob orders Rita to remove her apron, bend over the bed, and spread her ass cheeks. Rita obeys and Bob inserts the speculum, smeared with petroleum jelly, deep into Rita's rectum. Slowly he turns the screw opening the device. Rita groans and, after some time, tears form in her eyes. Bob stops spreading her and commands her to stand and masturbate and cum for himself and Sebastian. 

Rita stands with difficulty and begins working her breasts and clit. She is clearly uncomfortable and has great difficulty in arousing herself. Not only is the speculum a hindrance but the lecherous, lascivious, lewd eyes of the stranger humiliate and embarrass her. It takes her a very long time to cum. Her nipples and clit are sore from rubbing when she is finally able to climax. Once her oils of submission are visible, Bob closes and removes the speculum. 

"Wonderful girl you have, Bob," Sebastian says, congratulating him. 

"Yes," Bob replies, "She is gorgeous. Tomorrow morning she will be sore but willing to please. Nothing is better than a hot beautiful girl with a wet pussy and a sore asshole." Sebastian nods agreement and bids the couple farewell. 

26 Jul 2011 Taunus Trumbo

Rita Ch. 01



"Have you seen it?" Lorna Bronson ran to her neighbor, who was watering their plants on the front yard. "They accepted us!" Lorna had a torn envelope and a letter in her hand.

"Really? I have to check our mail too," Diana Eastwood answered. She closed the tap and walked to the mail box. She opened it and took out an envelope, similar to Lorna had in her hand. She opened it carefully. Lorna was almost jumping from excitement beside her. Diana read the letter. "So far, we have only been accepted to an audition. It doesn't mean we are in," she tried to calm her friend.

"Yes, but that will be just a formality for us. I'm sure we can make it," Lorna replied.

It was a matter of a new TV show called "Best Neighbor". In this new format there would be four teams competing against each other. One team must consist of two families which are neighbors. Eastwoods and Bronsons had got an ad of this new show couple of weeks ago. The ad had revealed only a little about the contest. There would be some physical activities, but it was emphasized that the most important thing was to know you neighbor well. The best thing was the prize, $500.000. As soon Lorna had read the ad she had rushed to Diana. She knew this was for them. Both of the families were in good physical shape, although Lorna had to admit she had collected some weight during the last years. Diana had maintained her beautiful figure with constant work- outs. 

Their husbands used to play baseball in college and they still played softball in a company league. Both families had an 18 years old daughter. Susan Bronson was not only a neighbor to Rita Eastwood, but also her best friend. That had been since the Eastwoods had moved to the area almost 14 years ago. The girls had their last year in high school and they were both cheerleaders. Susan had a twin brother Patrick, who was an exception in this sporty family. Though the girls considered him as a nerd, they still liked him. He had a good sense of humor and he was very clever. He was very shy with girls and had no experience of them. He secretly dreamed about her neighbor Rita.

Diana wasn't first very keen of the idea of attending to such a contest. However, Lorna's excitement was so overwhelming she finally agreed, but she set a condition that every member of these families must agree. She didn't want to push her husband and children. Soon they had a family meeting with Bronsons. The men had nothing against of sending an application and the girls were actually very excited of the idea to get in a TV show. Patrick went with the flow.

After that Diana had not really thought about it. She was sure there would be so many applicants that it would be improbable they would be chosen. She had mainly agreed only to satisfy her good friend Lorna. The letter they had received put the issue to a new perspective. To be chosen was still unlikely, but possible. The letter invited the families for an audition on the next Saturday. It said it would take half a day. The company would pick them at 10am.

Bronsons and Eastwoods waited by the road in the front of their yards on the Saturday morning. They had decided to dress casually in order to get an easy going expression of themselves. Diana and Lorna had light summer dresses, the men had light pants and short sleeved shirts. Patrick had jeans and a dark T-shirt. Rita wore blue pants and a yellow T-shirt. Susan had a similar T-Shirt, but had chosen a short skirt instead of jeans.

"Wow," Charles Eastwood cheered when he noticed the approaching car. It was not just any car; it was a long black limo. Also the girls got very excited. 

"Dad, this will our way to luxury," Susan said. The car stopped in front of them. 

The driver dressed to a formal suit came out and asked, "Bronsons and Eastwoods?"

"Yes, we are. Where are you taking us?" Lorna asked curiously.

"Mam, I'm sorry I'm not allowed to tell you. If the place will be revealed, it will be crowded of outsiders. The company can't take that risk." He politely opened the doors to families and went back to the driver's seat. "Ladies and gentlemen. The drive will take about 40 minutes. Please enjoy of the refreshments you can find back there. If you miss anything, please let me know."

The families were impressed of the behavior of the driver. He sure was a real professional. And now he was at their service. They felt they had got some extra into their normal life. They were sure the audition only would be an unforgettable experience. To get into the show was another thing.

After 40 minutes the driver slowed down and turned to a small road. In the end of the road was a huge mansion. The iron gates opened automatically when the car approached it. They could see several surveillance cameras in the area. 'The owner of this place must be loaded with money,' Derek thought. The car stopped in the front of the mansion and the driver came again and opened the car doors for them. 

The confused families admired the building. "I love this place," Lorna said and the others nodded. At the same a man walked down the stairs leading to the main entrance. 

"Good morning. I'm your host today. You can call me Nick. At this stage I rather keep my whole name in secret." He shook the hand with everyone. His outlook breathed warmth and wealth. The ladies were sold at once. Nick was a gentleman. "Please follow me. We must start at once." 

He escorted Charles, Derek, Lorna, Diana, Susan, Patrick and Rita to his house. They walked through wide corridors which were decorated with paintings and small statues. He noticed the families' interest. "Art is a hobby of mine. I'd like to collect these small things around me."

"You must have spent a fortune to these," said Diana who was also interested in art.

"I have been lucky with my economics," he said.

"Are you a producer or do you own a TV company?" Derek dared to ask.

"Let's say I'm in film industry," he answered mysteriously.

They entered a big room which didn't have much furniture. There were only seven chairs in semi-circle. In addition to the chairs, there were two big men standing behind the chairs. They looked very serious. You could guess they were some kind of body guards or something. 

"Please, take a seat," Nick said. Then he started to explain, "We will use this and some other rooms for the audition. We will ask some of you to the other room to perform some tasks. We really want to find out how you work as a team. After the task is completed you will return here and we will have new tasks with other team members. Understood?" He smiled politely and everyone just nodded.

"You, son. It was Patrick, am I right?"

"Yes," Pat replied.

"You will be our first victim, so to say," Nick laughed, "Please follow this man."

Pat stood up and followed the other "bodyguard". The other room was not in vicinity and they had to walk for a while. He was a little surprised when they entered the room. It deviated from the style of the mansion. There were no windows. Someway it looked like a dungeon. There was only one steel framed chair and a mattress on the floor in front of the chair. The chair was peculiar. The sitting part was very narrow and it would not give any support to thighs. There were also several cameras and spot lights in the room. 'These must be for filming our performance,' he thought. 

Nick waited for a while in the other room with the families. "I think Patrick is prepared. For this task we need the girls and another of the fathers. I'm sure you will find this exciting. The girls will go first."

The other guard escorted the girls to the same room Pat was already in. When the man opened the door the girls shocked. "What have they done to you?" scared Susan cried out. Patrick was sitting on the chair. He had couple of bruises on his face. His hands and legs were tied to the chair. The worst thing was he was naked from the waist down. Even though it wasn't the biggest concern of Patrick, he felt ashamed seeing the girls stare at his soft penis.

The girls tried to escape, but the big man blocked their way. He closed the door behind him. The girls screamed and banged on the door. The man ignored them and returned to Nick.

"Is everything ready?" Nick asked when the man came back. The man nodded. "Good. Now I must ask you Charles to follow us. I will accompany you. After all, I will tell you what to do. I'm sure you will find this task very pleasant." This time his smile was a little creepy and raised goose bumps to Diana's skin.

Charles walked with Nick and the guard. "Can you give me a hint about the task?" he tried to ask.

Nick turned to him, "Let's say we will test how much you love your daughter. And what you think about your neighbor's children."

"Okay. That shouldn't be a problem. Susan and Pat are very nice."

Just before they reached the room, Charles felt something hard against her back. He turned to watch and found out it was a barrel of a gun. The guard was holding it against him.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It is precaution. This way you won't get any funny ideas when we enter the room." Then Nick opened the door. Immediately Rita rushed to him and wrapped her arms around her father.

"Dad, I don't know what they will do to us. I'm scared." Charles saw also Pat tied into the chair and her sister hugging him.

The man locked the door. Nick started to talk. The warmth of his voice had disappeared. "Now you will do exactly what I tell you to. No one gets hurt, if you obey." He took a nasty looking knife to his hand. "If I meet any resistance, this youngster Pat will bleed on this floor. And next Rita. George, I believe you can put the gun away."

Nick's next orders were determinant. "Rita. Let go of your father. Go next to Pat. Kneel down." Rita thought it would be better to obey and was on her knees beside Pat. "Good. You have very easy job. Look at Patrick's cock. What is wrong with it?"

"I don't know," she stammered. She almost started to cry.

"It looks very flaccid to me. It should stand proudly," he laughed.

"And you want me to..."

"Yes. You will take care he is erected all the time. Obviously he will soften after ejaculation, but then you must get him hard again." Patrick gulped after hearing about his ejaculations.

"But how?" Rita asked

"Use your imagination. I believe your small fingers wrapped around his cock will mostly do. You can give him a glimpse of your titties. I'm sure your mouth will do it, if anything else doesn't work. "

"I won't do it," she argued.

"Then I will cut his throat," Nick replied calmly. "Get to work!"

"You can't make my daughter to make things like that," Charles argued. He stepped closer to Nick like was planning to attack him. The guard took a grip of his arm.

"I can and I will. If you try something, it may be your daughter's throat." Nick waived the knife.

"Dad, don't. I can handle this," Rita said and took Pat's soft penis to her palm. The softness disappeared in couple of seconds. It was dream come true to Patrick. He didn't want it this way, but Rita's soft touch felt amazing. She stroked it gently.

"Please, Rita. Stop. I don't want to come." Rita understood to stop. Both of them blushed.

Nick turned on recording of several cameras. Then he turned to Charles, "Charlie. What do you think about Susan? Do you find her attractive?"

"She is beautiful, yes."

"But do you find her sexy?" The question paled Susan's face. She was afraid where this was leading.

"I don't think her that way," Charles answered offended, "She is a friend of my daughter."

"Susan, come closer. Charlie, I find it hard to believe. Look at her tits. They are so round and firm. I bet you have wanted to put your hands on them. I'm sure they feel better than your wife's."

"I have never had such an idea."

"But I insist. Try them."

"No."

Nick went behind Rita. He raised the knife under her chin. "You seem not to care about your daughter."

"Wait. I will touch her," Charles said. He placed his palms on Susan's breasts, pressed carefully and took his hands away.

"Don't test my patience, Charles. You are not doing your best. Susan, face to your brother. Charles, put your hands around her and start to play with her tits. And properly this time."

Charles complied. He started to maul Susan's breast through her T-shirt and bra. He could only think how much was enough for Nick.

"Susan, does it feel good when Mr. Eastwood is playing with your tits?"

The question surprised her. "It doesn't hurt," she answered.

"I take that as a no. We must change it. Charles, take of her shirt." Charles hesitated a moment. Then he took a grip of the hem and pulled it over Susan's head. "The bra too."

"Please, no," Susan begged. 

"Okay. You take it yourself," Nick ordered. The knife was now on Pat's throat.

With shaking hands Susan unclasped the bra. She removed the straps off her shoulders and finally removed the cups covering her flesh. Pat sighed. He had not seen his sister's breasts for a long time. They had grown so beautiful. They were probably C size and looked very firm. She had small nipples and areolas. Susan noticed his look and embarrassed covered her mounds with her hands. 

"Your brother seems to like you. Let's give him a good show. Charles, get back to work. I want to see those nipples erected." Charles placed his palms on Susan's naked flesh. He had to admit they felt good. He had forgotten the feeling of young girl's firmness. Diana's breasts were not sacking too much either, but still they didn't feel the same. He got excited and forgot how Susan may react.

"Please, Mr. Eastwood," Susan begged. She was aroused too. His experienced touch had made her nipples to erect and she had an odd feeling between her legs. Charles got scared and dropped his hands.

"That's the way to do it," Nick cheered. "Pat, did that look good to you?"

"I guess so," Pat tried to belittle. In reality he was about to explode.

"Susan, kneel down. Rita, take a good grip of his cock. Good. Susan, you must now lean over. Stroke your tits against the tip of his penis."

"Please, no. Do I have to? " Susan pleaded. Her face was deep red.

"Yes, you do."

"Rita, wank him. Shoot his sperm on her sister's tits." Actually Rita didn't have to do much. Only the touch of her hand on the girth and Susan's soft flesh against the tip did the job. He got a powerful orgasm. The cum kept spurting out. It finally made her testicles ache. 

"Susan, you may stand up now. Rita, make him hard again." Susan stood up. His brother's seed covered her skin. It streamed from her breasts on her navel.

"Charles, use her shirt to clean her," Nick instructed. Charles took the shirt and tried to dry her skin. To his shame he had a boner. Susan was sobbing. She felt so humiliated. Suddenly she also understood that the previous act was on the film. She couldn't help thinking how it would be used.

"Susan. Do you think that excited Rita's dad?" Nick asked.

"No. It was filthy."

"Put your hand on his groin. Do it!" Susan carefully placed her palm on the front of his pants. She could feel his hardness.

"So?"

Susan started to sob again, "I can't say...he has an erection."

"Charlie, naughty boy. You claimed she is not sexy. Your dick is telling something else. Do you want her to take care of it?"

"No. Stop this stupid game."

"No one will blame you. You can say you were forced. Just imagine a young, tight pussy around your dick milking you dry. This is probably your last chance to enjoy of that feeling."

"I can't do it to her. She is my friend's daughter," Charles argued. 

"Put your hand under her skirt. Feel her ass."

"I'm sorry, Susan," Charles said and put his hand under her hem. He groped her ass. It was muscular and felt very firm. 

"Susan, drop your skirt. Charlie wants to have a better look. And face your brother again." Susan let her skirt drop. She had sky blue panties of lace. Pat could see there was a damp spot. It looked darker than the fabric around it. Nick noticed it too. "Susan, your pussy is wet. You must really like Charlie."

Tears flowed from her eyes. "Please, don't humiliate me. I couldn't help it," she said lamely. 

"Charlie. You made her wet. You cannot leave her like that. Push your hand into her panties and play with her hole."

"I can't touch her there."

Nick held the knife on Patrick's throat again. "Susan, I think Charlie needs some encouragement."

Susan had to beg, "Please, Mr. Eastwood, touch my pussy."

"Rita, why can't I see erection between Pat's legs. You are not trying enough. Charlie, wait till your daughter has done her job." Rita tried to tease Pat with her hand. She stroked her penis, but she couldn't get it up.

"Rita, I'm losing my patience. If you cannot do better, I will cut it off and feed it to you."

Rita tried to avoid the oral please. She lifted her shirt and bra in front of Pat's face. She pressed her naked breasts against his face. She kissed her and simultaneously cupped her balls. That was enough. Patrick's penis pointed upwards again.

"Wow, you worked like a pro. Charlie, I bet you were not aware of your daughter's skills. It is now your turn to show how handy you are." 

Charlie put his palm on Susan's navel and glided it under her waistband. On the way down he felt the soft pubic hair. There wasn't much of it and he was sure Susan trimmed it. The tip of his fingers reached her pussy. The lips were moistened. He parted the lips and stroked her slit. Susan started to moan. He found her hard clit and teased it.

"Please, mister. Don't touch it. It makes me..." Susan pleaded.

"Charlie. Remove her panties." Soon Susan was standing there naked. "Susan, open your legs, wider. Charlie , get back to work. Good. Susan, do you like your neighbor man playing with your pussy? I'm sure he likes it." Susan didn't answer. Her best friend's dad was fingering her and to her shame it felt good. "Charlie, have a break. Pat, does your sister's wet pussy excite you?"

"She is my sister. I can't say that," Patrick replied. He had an aching hardon.

"Susan, spread your legs around your brother's and come closer. Don't worry. I won't let him fuck you. Closer. Good." Susan's pussy was almost in the same level than her brother's penis. For a second she had really thought that Nick would force her to fuck her own brother.

"Rita, stroke his dick against her pussy." Rita obeyed. The tip of Pat's penis parted Susan's pussy lips. He felt her wetness. He couldn't hold any longer.

"Susan, I'm sorry," he managed to say before he ejaculated against her sister's sex. The orgasm was even more powerful than the first one.

Nick gave him no mercy. "Rita, you know what to do. Patrick is a young virile man. He must be ready for new experiences." Rita started to work with his penis again. She knew it would be harder to get it up than last time.

Nick gave new instructions, "Susan, lie down on your back on the mattress. Grab your knees and spread your legs wide open. Charlie will clean you again." Charlie kneeled down and took her shirt to his hand again.

"No. Lick her clean." The idea of licking another man's cum disgusted him. However, he bent down and started to slap the cum off her skin with his tongue. Susan's position caused the cum to flow to her ass crack. He tried his best to lick that as well. He heard from Susan's breathing her excitement. He was afraid that he would cause her an orgasm. Fortunately he managed to lick her clean before that. He straightened himself back up.

"Charlie. You can't leave her to that state. Her pussy is crying for fucking and I think you are ready for that too. Take off your clothes. Susan, keep that position. Uncle Charles will put his cock into your waiting hole." Charles began to undress. "Rita, if that cock is not hard in 20 seconds, you will regret." Rita had tried hard, but now she used her last trick. She opened her mouth and took Patrick's penis into it. For Pat the wetness and warmth of her mouth felt extraordinary. He felt himself hardening again. 




Rita Ch. 01



Charlie was naked. He kneeled between Susan's dangling legs. He mounted his penis to the entrance of her hole and started carefully penetrate her. "Susan..." he started.

"I know, Mr. Eastwood. This is not your fault. Let's finish this soon," Susan said bravely. Charles started to move his hips. He had to admit the feeling of this young pussy was the best he had had for years. It was so smooth and tight. He began to bounce faster. Susan moaned under him. "Mr. Eastwood, please. You make me..." and then Susan experienced a huge orgasm. "Please, stop," she panted.

"Charlie, you are not done. Carry on," Nick said. Charlie started the fucking again. He couldn't hold much longer. He made couple of strong pushes and then deposited his seed into this young pussy. He was ashamed and pulled out quickly.

"Nice show. From both of you. I saw you enjoyed it. You ought to thank me," Nick cheered.

"You forced us. We did it only because of that," Charles replied anger in his voice.

"You can't say you didn't like it. How was her pussy?"

Charlie didn't answer. "Susan, was he any good? Did you like her meat to bounce in your hole?"

"You bastard. Yes, it felt good," she cried out.

"Good. You will get more of it soon."

"Please, no," she begged. 

"He cleaned you. Now it is your turn to lick your pussy juices off his cock. Kneel in front of him. Charlie, stand up and let this young girl perform her job." They obeyed. Susan started to lick his softened organ. "Take it to your mouth and suck it. Charlie, doesn't that feel great? Your neighbor girl is sucking your dick." It did. In no time he was hard as rock again.

"Susan, let's not waste his cum to your mouth. But since you so eager to suck, try your brother. I'm sure he will appreciate your sucking."

"You can't make me do anything like that. It is awful," she tried.

"He already came to your tits and pussy. Your mouth is not a big deal after that." Susan had to crawl to her brother. She took his penis into her mouth.

"Susan, don't," Pat said, but knew it was vain. He could already feel his sister sucking him.

"Charlie, doesn't that ass look inviting. Kneel behind her and fuck her pussy for good.

"I won't do it again," Charles argued.

Nick nodded to the guard. He dragged Rita by the small table. He forced her hand flat on the table surface. He then placed a knife like he was cutting off her finger.

"The game is this. You will fuck Susan so hard you can. Like you would try to rip her pussy. Every time I'm not happy to your efforts George here will cut one finger of your daughter. Understood?"

Scared Charles nodded. He kneeled behind Susan and put his penis against her pussy. He rammed in with full force. Susan's scream was muffled due to Pat's penis in her mouth. Charles pulled back and slammed back in. Susan started to cry due to pain. Charles took a strong grip of her hips and started to jackhammer that poor girl. He felt so sorry for Susan, but had to think his own daughter's health. He couldn't take a chance. Susan's pussy would recover. Her daughter's finger wouldn't grow back. His loins banged against Susan's ass. Pat came first. Susan tried to spit his sperm out. The pain in her pussy was terrible. 

She sobbed, "It hurts. Please. Have mercy. I can't stand it anymore. Pleeeease..." Neither could Charlie. He shot another load to Susan's abused pussy.

"That looked so hot. We got lot of nice material," Nick said. He removed mini-discs from the cameras. Susan was terrified of the idea where the material could end up. She had sucked her brother while getting fucked.

Charlie didn't feel any better. He had fucked the young girl like a maniac. He was sure there was no sign that he hadn't liked it. He was happy his daughter's role had been so small, it could have been worse.

"You can have a rest now. We will do some editing. You'll wait here," Nick said. He left the room with the other man.



Rita Ch. 02



Robert Clay fell asleep almost immediately after Sebastian Puso left. It wasn't as stressful of an encounter as it was intense. Bob's slave girl Rita Defensor had entertained Sebastian and Bob with wanton, lascivious, licentious, lewd acts. Rita had sold herself into a slave-like relationship with Bob in exchange for a monthly stipend paid to her refugee family. She might have expected to sacrifice her virginity. But, instead, she was compelled to sacrifice her dignity, letting Bob spread her glorious hemispheres and abuse her rosette. Rita lay naked beside Bob and drifted into a hypnagogic state where she was once again on the island paradise of Palawan, enjoying an outing with her parents, brothers and sisters, and close relatives. The invasion of Palawan by the army of the People's Republic of China and the failure of the allies of the Philippines to eject the invaders created thousands of refugees. Rita had secured her kith and kin a sinecure; she had made a sacrifice for her family. 

The morning broke and Bob reaches over to feel Rita's warm, soft body. She was late in sleeping and groggy. He turns her on her belly and spreads her legs. She is only partially awake when Bob's massive member, coated with a ribbed condom and smeared with petroleum jelly, jabs her sore, swollen, sensitive rosette. She had been spread the night before with a speculum and commanded to climax while painfully distended. As his strong shaft penetrates her rectum she begs: "Please, Master, it hurts." He ignores her pleas and continues until he enjoys a complete climax. 

Once done, he commands her to the toilet. He leads her to the bathroom and seats her on the commode. She keeps eye contact as per her training. She is able to urinate but too sore and swollen to defecate. She cries: "Master, a girl needs more time to 'go' this morning. May she drink some water and try later?" Bob grins with a wicked, evil smirk. He goes to the medicine cabinet and returns with a glycerin suppository. 

"Bend over Rita," he commands. "Spread those glorious hemispheres and beg for the suppository." 

"Yes, Master," she replies. "Please insert the white bullet into a girl." Bob quickly forces the suppository deep into her rectum. He commands her to stand an belly dance. As she does she feels the pressure begin to swell in her sigmoid (transverse) colon and into her descending colon. She is in misery trying to keep her anal sphincters tight. "May a girl go now," she pleads, seeing the porcelain toilet only a few feet away. "A girl needs to make poop badly." 

"A girl will only use crude words," Bob instructs. "No euphemisms." 

"Yes, Master," Rita answers. "May a girl shit now?" 

"A girl will continue to dance," Bob orders. For ten excruciating minutes Rita twists and squirms, pinching her ass cheeks tight together. Then, satisfied that his girl has endured enough he commands her to sit and relieve herself. 

When Rita sits she has to make herself relax. She closes her eyes for a moment. Bob corrects her: "Eye contact girl." She complies and feels intense pain as her stool breaches her anus. She cries warm, salty tears. They trickle over hot, pink cheeks as she evacuates her bowels. Once finished she pauses, expecting her master to afford her the privacy to cleanse herself. But he has her wait as he fetches a yellow plastic bucket and washcloth. He fills the bucket with warm soapy water and directs his girl to present her brown star for his scrubbing. Again and again he soaps her anus and rinses it. Rita endures the ablutions in silence. She knows better than to cry or shed tears on this account. 

Once satisfied, Bob orders Rita to put on her apron and fix breakfast. As he leaves the bedroom, he notices a box left by his friend Sebastian. Opening it, he discovers a chastity belt. He summons Rita and hands her the belt to try on. It is a very tight fit. The metal band presses into her clitoris and anus and separates her vulva, inducing pleasure, pain, pressure, and arousal simultaneously. When he sees it in place, he locks it with a padlock. 

"Oh Master," Rita exclaims. "This irritates a girl so. Must she wear it all day?" 

"No, girl," he replies, "only when I am out at work. But you will wear it today for my pleasure." 

"Thank you, Master," Rita responds and returns to her culinary duties. She realizes that she will have to beg for her intimacies. Urinating and defecating would require removal of the belt. In a way she is pleased, knowing the control over her is becoming complete and that she is satisfying her master's dark side with her suffering and passion. 

After lunch Bob leaves for some shopping. It is Saturday and Bob is still not comfortable taking Rita out in public. He wants to get a sleeveless yellow sun dress to be able to show off her hairy armpits. The idea of making her stretch in public excites him muchly. For sure it would both humiliate and embarrass Rita, part of the grand plan. 

Bob returns with a package of a dozen clothespins, a minute timer, and fifty feet of soft cotton rope. Rita looks nervously at the articles. Bob cuts a section of rope, removes Rita's chastity belt, and ties her hands behind her back. He places her on the bed and clips three clothespins to each breast and three to each side of her vulva. He then sets the minute time to five minutes. 

"A girl can scoot around and work the clothespins loose by rubbing," he explains. "If any are left in place after five minutes, then they will all be replaced and the timer reset to an additional five minutes and the game will begin again. Does Rita understand?" 

"yes, Master," Rita answers. Bob starts the timer and Rita rolls over on her belly and squirms and writhes. The breast clothespins come off easily but the vulva pins are more difficult. There are three pins left after five minutes. Bob replaces all ten pins and resets the timer. He cannot help but notice that Rita's pussy is damp. She is being aroused by the game. 

In round two, Rita is able to dislodge eight clothespins in the five minutes. Bob decides to raise the ante. "If a girl fails in this round, she will be whipped," Bob announces. Rita's face is ashen with fear and determination. When the timer starts she works feverishly. The breast pins are quickly removed and she shuffles to the edge of the bed, hangs a foot over the bed, and roughly rubs her crotch. She is able to dislodge and remove all ten clothespins in the five minutes. Her pussy is soaking wet and she looks up to Bob, wishing that he would deflower. Instead he uses her backdoor again. Rita cannot help but climax at the anal penetration. 

28 Jul 2011 Taunus Trumbo



Rita Ch. 02-04



CHAPTER 2

Lorna, Diana and Derek had waited in the bigger room the others to return. They had wondered what their task had been and how well they had performed. They were a little surprised when only Nick returned.

"How did it go? Is it our turn already?" Lorna asked impatient.

"They made an excellent job," Nick cheered. "I have some videos to show you. After watching them, you will also get involved. Before that I will ask you some questions. Please do not get offended. Some of these may feel very personal, but this kind of questions you will face in the contest, if we choose you." Derek and the ladies nodded.

"Good. I start with you, Diana. Is your husband faithful?"

"Yes, of course. Charles wouldn't ever cheat on me," she replied promptly.

"Let's speak hypothetically. Lorna is very attractive lady. If he was sure not to get caught, could he have sex with her?"

"What kind of question was that?" Diana said offended. "I don't think Lorna would consent. She loves Derek very much."

"I see. Is your sex life active?"

"That is not your business. I won't answer to that."

"I will still push you. How about her daughter? Susan is very cute. Do you think Charles could keep his hands off her? I mean, if Susan would offer herself to him."

"That is a disgusting idea. She is our friend's daughter. I don't want to be any part of your show. We are leaving now," Diana said determinedly. She stood up, but the guard behind her pushed her back to the chair.

"You are not leaving till I tell you."

"You cannot keep us here by force!"

"We can. Calm down. We have your husband and daughter. Think their wellbeing." Diana went pale. He turned to Derek. "Derek, what do you think? Would Charles fuck your daughter, if he had a chance?"

"Fuck you. Where are they?"

"Answer my question!"

"No, of course not. He is my friend," he said frustrated. If he had a chance, he would beat that bastard to death. He decided to wait for the opportunity.

"Can you swear that you haven't had any ideas concerning his daughter? Rita is very beautiful too."

"No. She is a friend of my daughter."

"Yes, but with nice pair of tits and juicy ass."

Lorna started to sob, "Please, stop this. Can't you just leave us alone? We won't tell anybody."

"Lorna, I was just coming to you. My first question is what do you think about incest?"

"I find it as a terrible idea."

"Are you sure your husband thinks the same? As said, Susan is pretty."

"He would never touch her."

"How about you? You have seen Patrick to grow to an adult. I suppose he is not very experienced. Would he appreciate, if he got some education from her mother?"

"He is my son..."

"Yes. It may be true. I guess he is more interested of his sister."

"No. That is not true. Awful thought," Lorna defended her son.

"We will find out that later. Don't underestimate your appearance. You are still a hot lady. We will found out that later. Now we will look some videos." Nick inserted a DVD to a player and turned on a wide screen TV. The first clip got immediately Diana's, Lorna's and Derek's attention. Rita rubbed Patrick's penis against Susan's bare pussy. Soon they saw his sperm to spread on her sex. 

"Shut that down!" Derek shouted and rushed to Nick. "I will fucking kill you!" He managed to take only a few steps before the guard tackled him down on the floor. The guard pressed a gun against his cheek and took him back to the seat. Lorna was openly crying. Diana looked paralyzed the video.

"What have you done to them?" Lorna sobbed.

"I guarantee Patrick enjoyed his sister," Nick laughed. "And this was not the only time. Let's go to the next scene." They saw Susan crawling between her brother's legs. She took his penis into her mouth and started sucking. Nick stopped the video. "Derek, doesn't your daughter's ass look very tempting from this view?" The camera filmed her from the behind. Her ass was in the air and her moistened pussy lips were visible. "Do you think Charlie could resist it?"

"Turn it off, you bastard, " Derek said angrily. Instead Nick pressed the play button. In the video Charlie kneeled behind Susan and started his earnest fucking. They saw it really hurt Susan.

"Yes. Charlie got maybe too excited, but I can't blame him. He enjoyed fucking Susan already in the first time. Diana, you were wrong. Your husband is a stud. No points for you." Finally Nick turned off the TV. Derek had problems to keep control. After seeing the video he hated also Charles. How could he have done that to his daughter?

"Why are you doing this?" asked Diana, who was the only one who could still think rationally.

"For money, of course. I told you I'm in the film industry."

"And the whole contest thing was just a fraud?"

"Of course. You were the only ones who got the ads. Auction a way to get you here for the films."

"You can't let anyone to see those. We will pay you."

"It is not my decision. My customers buy this kind of films. It is up to them what they do with them. I don't think you have enough money to compete with them."

"What kind of people is buying a film like this?"

"I won't tell. He or she can be some rich pervert or even your enemy. Maybe it is someone living in your street. Or maybe we just found you suitable for fulfilling our customer's wishes, bad luck then. Anyway, I believe a video like this is a powerful tool for extortion. What do you think Diana? Would you let anyone to fuck you in order to prevent internet distribution of the video?"

Diana was shocked. 'Could this be true? Has someone plans to blackmail them? What about the girls? They have a future in front. Would they be blackmailed too?' her mind whirled. She didn't answer to Nick's question.

"I take that silence as a yes," Nick stated. 

"What are you doing to us?" Lorna managed to say.

"My customer needs more material. You three must also be part of this. Our customer has written a script to follow. Now you will be separated. George, escort Derek to his room. I will take the ladies to other one."

CHAPTER 3

The guard pointed a gun to Derek and he had no other option than to obey. The room they entered had a large bed and several cameras on their stands. "Take off your clothes," George commanded.

"No, I won't," Derek disagreed.

"Your objections are useless. Do you want us to hurt your family?"

"No, please," he answered and started to strip.

"Lie down on your back on the bed. Attach the handcuff to your wrist." Derek obeyed. The other end of it was connected to the bed pole. The pole on the other side had cuffs too. George detached them to Derek's another wrist. Then he bound a leather straps to his ankles and to the remaining bed poles. Derek was eagle spread. George left and soon Nick returned. He pushed Rita into the room.

"Derek, I know what you are thinking, but your hopes are vain. I won't let you fuck Rita's pussy." In a way Derek felt relieved. "Rita will even have her clothes on. So, no naked skin for you."

Both Rita and Derek were confused. They had been sure Nick would force them to make love to each other, like Charles and Susan had had to.

"Rita, go beside him. Start to work with his cock. You know now how." Rita wrapped her fingers around Derek's penis and started to stroke it. He got hard at once. 

"Derek, you must have dreamed about this. Rita, keep on the good work." Rita wanked him and Derek felt his orgasm to close.

"Rita, stop. You are making me to..."

Nick pulled Rita's hand away. "Yes. Stop, Rita. Press the tip of his cock with your nails. Yes, like that, but harder."

"Ouch," Derek shouted. His erection died at once.

"Start over," Nick commanded. Rita worked with Derek's cock and was able to get it hard again. "If you let him cum, I will cut his dick off. You know what to do." The same play was repeated. Derek felt her sharp nails on penis and got soft again. This went on and on. Derek's testicles were aching.

Nick filmed the scene and then said "Let's make this more interesting. Rita, wrap this rubber band around his testicles. Rita took it to her hand and tried to get it around his balls. It was too tight.

"It's too tight. I can't do it."

"Sure you can. You don't have to worry about him." Rita tried again and finally managed. For Derek it hurt like hell. He felt like the band was cutting off his testicles.

"Rita, make him hard again." This time she didn't have to worry about his orgasm. The band prevented it. Derek was almost howling from pain. He had heard about orgasm torture, but couldn't imagine it was so painful. Rita's hand excited him, but he couldn't cum. 

"Derek, does it feel good when she is touching you. Probably your penis had not ever been so big."

"Fuck you," Derek swore.

"Rita, tease him with your mouth. Show him you can suck."

"No, Rita," Derek said and then felt the warmth of this young mouth on his penis. The pain was terrible. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please, make her stop."

"Okay. Rita, wait outside of the room. We will have a chat." Derek felt relieved.

Nick started, "How long you think you can take this? I can make Rita to continue for hours."

"Please, no." Derek had broken.

"There is one way you can get your relief. Only one way. Are you ready to accept it?"

"What is that?" He couldn't believe his ears when Nick explained to him.

"I can't do it. It's wrong," Derek argued.

"I told you it is the only way. Otherwise I let her continue your torture forever. Actually I can make your son to suck you for a while. Would that be better?"

"No, no. I'll do it."

"Good decision. I'm sure you will enjoy it."

Then Nick went out of the room. Rita was waiting behind the door with a guard. 

"Rita, you can stop his torture. Go in and open his binds." Rita entered the room again and climbed on the bed. She opened the straps of his ankles and then the handcuffs. Suddenly Mr. Bronson pinned her down on the bed. Rita tried to fight, but he was much stronger and could keep her down on her stomach. He stranded himself on her knees. 

"Mr. Bronson. What are you doing? You are hurting my legs." Derek didn't reply. He pushed his hands under her stomach and opened the button of Rita's pants. He placed his fingers under the waistband and started to drag the pants down.

"Please, no. You can't do this to me." Derek ignored her pleas and removed her pants and panties. Rita benefited the situation and escaped from the bed. She went to the corner of the room. Derek approached her.

"Rita, go back to the bed," he said. Rita started to hit him with her fists when Derek came closer. Derek grabbed her arms and threw her back on the bed. Rita tried to kick him. Derek forced her again on her stomach. Rita cried hysterically. She felt Derek to take her other ass cheek to his hand and spread her crack. The worse thing followed. She felt something against her asshole. Derek pushed his wet finger through her sphincter. 

"Noooo," she screamed. The finger was soon replaced with his penis. He forced it into to her anal hole. "Please, take it out! It hurts. I can't take it." Her pleas were vain. Derek started to fuck her tight ass. Rita whined under him. He increased the pace. Her tightness did the job soon and Derek grunted. His semen spurted to her hole. It kept going. It was the most powerful orgasm in his life. He rolled off Rita. Rita remained there sobbing.

"Why, Mr. Bronson. Why did you hurt me?" Derek couldn't reply. He remembered the last instruction of Nick. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide open. Nick zoomed the camera to her gaping open anus. 

Nick spoke again, "Rita, if you want him to fuck your pussy too, turn around and spread your legs."

"No, please."

"As you wish. Derek, are you interested of her pussy? Obviously you don't need her permission. You can rape her again."

"Go to hell," Derek replied. Nick left the room. He took Rita's pants and panties with him. Derek started to explain to Rita why he had raped her. He felt embarrassed. His weakness had caused this. In a way Rita understood him, but felt like sacrificing her ass was too expensive alternative to Derek's orgasm torture. She covered her pussy with her palm. She couldn't trust to Derek anymore. 

CHAPTER 3

Patrick was tightly bound on a wide wooden table, when Nick escorted his mother and Mrs. Eastwood to the room.

"What have you done to him?" Lorna started to cry.

Nick was calm. "We don't want him to move. Telling the truth, Lorna, your son is not much a man. Look at that spindly body. He is more like a girl, some kind of Nature's mistake. Frankly, I think you should have two daughters."

"I love my son," Lorna defended him.

Nick had a nasty looking knife in his hand. The blade was short and curved. He approached Patrick. Nick placed his palm on his chest. He took some of his flesh between his fingers.

"Maybe we could put some implants here. He could have a nice pair of tits." Patrick's mouth was taped. His shouts were muffled.

Nick continued, "We can do it later. I will now castrate him. He will be she. That dick of his we can remove later, but I can already now do some surgery so, that his erection don't bother his sex partners...when they are fucking his ass."

"Please, no. Patrick is man. I'll do anything...," Lorna begged.

"You must prove he is real hunk. Diana, will you help her?"

Diana stammered, "What we need to do?"

"While Lorna is taking her clothes off you can come here and start to suck Patrick's cock. Make it hard."

The idea of giving oral sex to her neighbor's son or actually to anyone disgusted Diana, but she knew they had to save Patrick. She walked to him and started to fellate him. Nick took the tape off Pat's mouth. Diana could hear his moans. 

"Stop, he is ready," Nick said. "Patrick, have you ever fucked a woman's pussy. And we won't count your ejaculation on your sister's pussy." Patrick blushed. He then shook his head for no.

"Would you like have Diana's pussy around your cock or do you prefer Rita's?"

"Rita's..." he said lamely.

"I bet you would. Diana, what do you say? Shall I bring your daughter here?"

"No. He can have me instead," Diana replied scared.

"Actually, no he can't. His mother will do the job. Lorna, climb on your son and give him a good ride."

"I can't do it with my mother," Patrick pleaded.

"I know you are not a man for that. " Nick showed the knife. "Maybe you are a girl after all. Let's get rid of those useless balls of yours. I will then ask Rita's father to test your butt hole. You saw him fucking your sister. You can both be his fuck buddies."

"No. I want to be a male," he sobbed. The knife looked terrifying. "Please". His penis softened. Diana took it back to her mouth and managed to harden it again. Lorna was already climbing on the table. She spread her legs around Patrick thighs and with her hand she guided his penis to her pussy entrance. She dropped down. Patrick felt her warm and wet hole on his cock. His feelings were controversial. His mother's pussy felt good, but it was his mother's. It was wrong. He was about to lose his virginity to his mother.

Lorna started move her ass. Patrick could see she had some extra weight. Her breasts were big and not so firm anymore. They bounced at his sight, when his mother added the tempo. Her wide ass pressed against his loins. Lorna could see her son was not excited enough. She increased the pace.

"Pat, please. Let it go, " she moaned. Patrick closed his eyes and tried to imagine Rita on him. He felt his orgasm to close.

"No, not like this," he managed to say before his semen spread to his mother's pussy.

"Yes, Patrick. Show him you are a man, "Lorna encouraged her son. She stopped fucking and felt his penis to pulsate. When it stopped she climbed off him. She turned to Nick. "You see, he is a man."

"And you must be a proud mother," Nick laughed.

"But, that's not enough. Diana, we need your mouth again. You must make him ready for another ride. He liked his mother so much, that another round is the least what we can do for him."

Patick didn't like the idea of getting fucked again. He had had four orgasms already and his testicles ached. However, if he had to have five to save his manhood, he would do it. His penis grew again in Mrs. Eastwood's mouth. Soon it was replaced with his mother's pussy.

CHAPTER 4

"Diana, follow me. We will go to your daughter. Patrick can play with his mother without you." Diana was dying to see her daughter was alright. When Nick opened the door, she rushed to Rita. They were hugging and crying to each other's shoulders.

"Mother, he raped my butt," Rita whined.

Diana turned to Nick. "Bastard. How could you do it to her?"

"Mother, not him. It was Mr. Bronson."

Diana turned her look to Derek, who was sitting naked on a chair. "Derek, why?"

"I'm sorry Diana. I had to," he replied shamefully.

"Let's skip the crap," Nick interrupted. He handed a box over to Diana. "Can you use the wax?" he asked. Diana nodded. "Good. I want you to remove her pubic hair. Her pussy will look better without. Maybe it starts to interest Derek."

"You can't make me do a thing like that," Diana argued.

"If you are not doing it, I will force Derek. But he will do it without wax."

Rita got scared. "Mother, please do it. It's better that way."

Diana nodded. She opened the box and took out a jar, a small wooden spatula and some strips of fabric. She opened the jar and took some of the wax on the spatula. Then she smeared it on her daughter's hair. She carefully pressed the fabric against the wax. She waited a moment and then tore the fabric off. Rita lost some of her hair. It hurt like hell. Rita bit her lip not cry out. Her mother repeated the action several times. Soon there were no sign of hair. The bald pussy looked beautiful.

"Derek, what do you think? Does that neat hole turn you on? Want to stick your cock in it?"

Derek had to admit, it looked so sexy, but he denied Nick's offer.

"Diana, is her skin smooth? Touch it to be sure there is no hair left." Diana stroked her skin with her palm.

"I took everything off," Diana replied.

"Try with your tongue. It is more sensitive." Diana bent over between Rita's legs and slapped her pubic area with her tongue. "Stick it into her pussy and lick it for good."

"Please, no."

"You'll lick it or Derek fucks it. Your choice." Diana didn't want Rita to be fucked by her neighbor. She pushed her tongue by her pussy lips and started to arouse Rita. The sight was too much for Derek. His penis was not soft anymore. Nick saw it. He went behind Diana and lifted her skirt hem on her back. He pulled her panties on her knees.

"Diana. Derek here has a hardon. Since you are occupying your daughter's pussy, we have to think something else. As you heard already your neighbor is an ass man. If you don't mind, he will use your butt hole to release his pressure, unless you want to let him have a piece of that nice pussy in your mouth."

Diana had been very conservative in her sex life. Oral sex with Patrick had been her first time. To have anal sex had never occurred to her mind. She was licking her daughter's pussy. She knew Rita wasn't a virgin anymore and Diana could tell her pussy was ready for fucking. Her mind whirled. The idea of having a penis in her butt hole scared. Could she sacrifice her daughter? No, she couldn't. She lifted her head and said, "Derek can have me."

"Okay. Derek you heard her. Diana, you won't stop licking. I want Rita to come on your face."

Hesitating Derek stepped behind Diana. The sight was sexy. Diana was on her knees her head between her beautiful daughter's spread legs. Rita was moaning. Diana's ass was high in the air. He compared her ass to Lorna's. Diana was in much better shape. She had no extra weight and her ass looked still very firm. Her constant exercise had kept it round. Derek felt his cock to throb. He placed his palms on Diana's ass cheeks and saw her anal hole to open a bit. He carefully inserted his penis against her sphincter and started to push in. Diana's head rose and she cried out. Derek pushed the tip of his penis in.




Rita Ch. 02-04



Diana started to beg, "I can't take it. Stop."

"You know the alternative," Nick said. That silenced her. Derek kept on penetrating to her. He was almost totally in.

Diana broke. "Please. It hurts too much. You can have my daughter..."

"Mother, no," Rita pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Rita. I can't stand the pain." Rita felt desperate. Her mother had betrayed her. Rita knew how it felt to have a penis in her butt. It hurt, but still, she was her mother. Rita's staring eyes made Diana to feel so ashamed. She started to sob.

"And they say mothers will do anything for their children," Nick laughed. "Sorry, Diana. Derek is already inside of you. He will finish his job. Maybe you can suck him hard after that and then let him use your daughter's pussy. For now, keep on eating it. If I won't see her to orgasm, Derek will fuck her until she comes."

Diana pressed her head down and pushed her tongue out. She felt Derek pulling out and then pushing back. Diana's tears flowed on her daughter's sex. Derek grabbed her hips and begun slowly to fuck her anal hole. It felt so tight and good on his organ. He couldn't keep the slow pace. His fucking became more intense. Soon he couldn't care how it felt for Diana. He rammed in so hard his loins smashed against her ass. Diana was in agony. She tried to move her ass along Derek's movements to ease the pain, but Derek tightened his grip and kept Diana immobilized. The smashes of his loins echoed in Diana's and Rita's ears. Once again he rammed in with full force and then exploded into her butt. Another huge orgasm.

He finally pulled out. He had missed the scream of Rita, while she had had an orgasm too. All three were panting. Derek saw how his sperm leaked out from Diana's hole.

"That was an excellent show and I have it recorded, great," Nick commented.

"When this will end?" Derek dared to ask.

"You are done. My driver will take you back home. I understand you may want to report to the police. I advise you to think twice before doing it. I will deliver the material to my customer, but I will have a copy. Think how it will affect to your further life, if distributed to your relatives, employers, fellow workers. Easiest thing for you is just leave and keep your mouth shut."



Rita Ch. 03



The days passed on rose-colored wings as Robert Clay and Rita Defensor explored their relationship. Bob bought his girl a black, sleeveless gown so he could show off her small breasts and nipples. He also insisted that she stretch from time to time to totally display her hirsute armpits. Those hairy underarms offended some women but had a special, select audience of aficionados. Some men love waifish women with small teats, puckered areolas, and unshaved armpits. Little by little the pair ventured out in public to the mall, restaurants, and the grocery store. 

One Saturday morning Rita is fixing breakfast, wearing only an apron when there is a knock at the door. Bob goes to see who it might be. Through the peep hole he sees a couple, man in a suit and a woman in a conservative dress. He opens the door. The man speaks: "We are Citizens Reporting Asian Sex Slaves; that is 'CRASS.' We are here to interview the woman whom you keep. We suspect that she is a sex slave." 

"Excuse me," Robert retorts, "just who are you? And what business do you have with my fiancée?" As he speaks Rita peeks around a corner. She is essentially covered with an apron; her lack of other attire is concealed. 

"Is it Sebastian, Master?" Rita asks. Immediately Sam Spooler and Julie Smith, the CRASS couple, try to force their way in. Rita darts to the bedroom and locks the door. After a brief pushing contest, Bob manages to force the front door closed. 

"Don't come back without a warrant!" Bob exclaims. 

"We will be back and you will be sent to jail!" Sam states. They leave and Bob has Rita let him into the bedroom. 

"What have you done, girl?" He asks. "You should not have let them view you. For sure they will return and continue to 'free' you. Prepare yourself for a spanking." 

"Forgive me, Master," Rita begs. She bends over the bed and presents her gluteus maximus for punishment. Bob wastes no time in spanking her with ten flat-hand slaps. Bob's palm is ringing with pain; Rita's ass is cherry red. 

"We need to stash you at Sebastian's for a while girl," Bob explains. "I will tell the authorities that you are visiting a cousin. Take the toys, speculum, chastity belt, and butt plug. I will buy a new disposable cell phone. Only call me on the new cell phone." 

"Yes, Master," Rita replies as she hurriedly dresses in blue jean, tennis shoes, and the T-Shirt. She gathers the "evidence" and the two drive over to Sebastian's house. Rita shudders as they drive down the four hundred yard-long drive way. The house is Victorian in style and presents a "Goth" Leitmotif. 

Sebastian Puso warmly greets the couple and invites them in. Bob explains the situation. 

"An organization of do-gooders has descended on us, my friend," Bob complains. "They are seeking to poison Rita's mind with ideas. They will promise her 'freedom' and attempt to use legal arguments and the courts against me and our lifestyle." 

Sebastian nods and comments: "I will keep her safe until the storm blows over. And I will return her a vaginal virgin. Can I have permission to use her in other ways? I have a cage that a girl can be locked into until cramping makes her submissive." 

"By all means, Sebastian," Bob answers. "No permanent injuries or scarring, OK?" 

"Certainly," Sebastian replies. Rita gasps and stares at the small cage with wide eyes. "Are you sure that you were not followed?" 

"Pretty sure," Bob replies. "I'm certain we vacated the premises before they had time to marshal their forces." 

"Good," Sebastian responds. "Be careful, my friend." Bob kisses Rita farewell. 

"Submit totally to Sebastian, mine," Bob orders. "I hope that this blows over soon." Bob gets into his car and drives away. A single tear trickles down Rita's cheek. 

"Come, girl," Sebastian orders. "It's play time. Undress completely." While she is undressing, he takes the handcuffs from her bag and cuffs her hands behind her back. Leaving her for a brief moment, he returns with a butt plug and an assortment of wires. "Bend over girl," he commands. 

Sebastian smears an electricity-conducting paste on the butt plug and eases it into Rita's rectum. She has been sodomized and stretched so often that there is no resistance to the insertion of the device. Wires with tiny "alligator camps" bite into clit and vulva: one on the clitoris and three to each side of her vulva. Then clips attach to her nipples. Flat patches are glued to various places: underarms, eyelids, temples, nape of neck, small of back, back of knees... 

"Now in the cage girl," he commands. Rita hesitates. The cage is small and she will have little wiggle room. With difficulty Sebastian is able to fit Rita into the cage. She strains to expel the butt plug without success. It is anatomically shaped as an indwelling device. 

Once she is firmly locked into place, Sebastian sits back and uses the remote control. The anal plug is the anode and the clamps and patches are the cathodes. Sebastian begins with minor electrical shocks to her nipples and armpits. When he brings current to her clit and vulva, she screams in agony. The solid stone walls of the mansion muffle the sounds. Again and again he "stimulates" Rita with electric shock. She is wet with sweat. Her hair is wet and matted. Her armpits are so moist that the cathode patches fall off. Their conducting glue is diluted with the perspiration of fear and pain. Satisfied that he has used Rita enough for a while, he leaves. Time will cramp her muscles and body; she will eventually urinate on herself, and beg release from the cage. Sebastian knows that she will eventually prefer the electric shock to the confining cage. Her suffering is maximized because her hands are cuffed behind her back, not permitting her to support her head and shoulders. 

Six hours later Sebastian returns. Rita is miserable. "Master," she begs, "please release a girl from this cage." 

"If a girl wishes to be released from her cage, she will beg being stimulated with electric shocks and will not cry out," Sebastian explains." 

"How can a girl help but cry out when her rosette, clit, and pussy lips are tortured?" Rita asks. 

"It's your choice," Sebastian retorts. "Ask now or remain in the cage six more hours." Rita gasps and struggles. 

"Master," she begins, "please use your electrodes to stimulate a girl." 

Sebastian smiles. He induces wave after wave of electricity to tender, delicate parts of Rita. She manages to hold her cries; tears flow from her reddish eyes. Satisfied with her, he releases her from the cage and removes her electrodes. It takes some effort to remove her anode butt plug. 

He laughs as he states that tomorrow the cage will be used again. For sure she will endure more until she cries out and is stuck for more time in the small cage. Sebastian leads the girl to a cell. Her handcuffs are removed. There is food and water and a brown wool blanket. She eats and drinks and lapses into a delirium-like hypnagogic state. She would like to see her master Bob again. 

30 Jul 2011 Taunus Trumbo 



Rita Ch. 04



Rita Defensor wakes up in a thick brown wool blanket on a concrete floor. The cell is deeply hidden in the bowels of Sebastian Puso's Victorian style mansion, completely Goth and nestled in a heavily wooded thicket of densely packed, seven-foot tall pine trees. 

Robert Clay had wondered in the past how Sebastian could afford the upkeep on the estate. He assumed that it was part of an inheritance. Both Robert and Sebastian had technical jobs in Khannibal(tm) Meat Products, Inc. At any rate, having been targeted by the Citizens Reporting Asian Sex Slaves (CRASS), Bob had to relocate his fiancée or risk having her brainwashed by the well-intentioned microcephalic morons of CRASS. 

Rita feels sore all over. She strains to focus her eyes in an unfamiliar environment. Where is her Master? Then she remembers the strangers and Bob's hasty exodus. She senses the soreness in her nipples and privates. The cell is concrete. It is all gray except for the steel door. There are fluorescent lights above a thick Plexiglas(R) ceiling. Also viewing down from above are visual recording devices, cameras. Rita now realizes that she is naked. This did not surprise her at fist since she is used to sleeping naked beside her master, Bob. 

She needs to pee badly. Looking around, she notices a hole in the floor of about a foot in diameter. She squats over the hole and empties her bladder. Although dehydrated, she also manages to make some hard poop. She notices that there is no running water or toilet paper. There is only she and the brown wool blanket. She drapes the blanket over her shoulders and waits. 

"This must be a dream," Rita thinks as she massages her swollen and sore nipples and clitoris. Just then she hears a noise outside the steel door. Some handcuffs are slid under the door and Sebastian instructs her to handcuff her hands behind her back. She senses that resistance is futile and that she must obey. Once she is cuffed, Sebastian unlocks the door and enters with a tray. He brings oatmeal, milk, and orange juice. He enjoys feeding the naked girl. Once finished he wipes her mouth. Then he mentions an obvious fact. 

"I have some baby wipes here," Sebastian says, "for your rosette." Rita bends over to allow him access to her asshole. He cleans her thoroughly and drops the spent wipes into the drain hole. "Now," he continues, "you need to wire yourself up for the cage." He unlocks her handcuffs and hands her an anal plug, similar to the one she experienced the night before. "There are clamps: One for each nipple, one for each earlobe, one for your clitoris, and three for each side of your vulva." 

Rita hesitates and pouts. "What does Master want?" she asks. 

"First work the anal plug, which is an anode, into your rectum. I will inflate it. Then clamp those toothy little alligator clamps onto nipples, clit, ears, and vulva. After that cuff your hands behind your back and beg to be put back into the cage. That's not so difficult is it?" 

Rita blanches in fear. She obeys, feeling the pain as metallic teeth bite tumescent, tender tissue. Once finished she begs: "Please put a girl into the cage, Master." 

Sebastian smiles. He responds saying: "My pleasure Rita, if that is what you truly want and desire." 

"Yes, it is, Master," she replies. "Master, could a girl speak with Master Bob?" 

"Later girl," Sebastian answers. First let's get you settled in. He leads Rita, who is all wired up, back to the dungeon room with the cage. She steps into the cage and kneels. The top is closed and locked in place. "Now beg for a test of the electronics, Rita." 

"Master, please test the wiring," she pleads. Sebastian gladly shocks her a maximum. She screams as each circuit is completed. 

"You will be in the cage for six hours girl. If you are able to endure the shocks without crying out, you will be released. If not, you will spend another six hours. Does a girl understand?" Sebastian explains. 

"Yes Master, thank you," she concurs. Sebastian connects to Bob's cell phone and lets the bound and wired girl speak to her fiancé. 

"Is a girl's hymen intact?" Bob asks. 

"Yes Master," Rita answers. 

"Were you fed and watered?" He continues. 

"Yes Master," Rita responds. 

"Good, I must go before they are able to trace the call. See you as soon as possible," Bob states. Rita would have liked to have told him each detail, but she knows better than to volunteer information. 

As Sebastian leaves, Rita realizes that the alligator clamps will be pinching her for six long hours. She resolves not to cry out when the electrodes are charged. 

Six hours pass and Sebastian returns. He reaches inside the cage to test each clamp, pulling and twisting each in turn. Rita looks up with tearful eyes. Sebastian enjoys every second. At last he settles back to the remote control and applies voltage to the cathodes on her ears. She struggles to keep breathing and not cry out. Then the nipples are shocked and relaxed then shocked again. Somehow the gorgeous Asian beauty is able to endure. 

"Good girl," Sebastian praises her, "your master would be proud. Now the clamps on the pussy. Is a girl ready? Beg for use!" 

"Yes, Master," Rita replies, "thank you Master. Please be merciless with a girl's clitoris and vulva Master. She wants you to use her badly." 

Sebastian gladly ups the voltage and repeatedly shocks clit and vulva. Rita convulses and retches. Nothing but bile comes out. She twists and pulls her legs to her chest and presses her thighs together, all to no avail. She cannot lessen the pain in her privates. After a full fifteen minutes, Sebastian is satisfied. He unlocks the cage and helps Rita stand. One by one he tenderly removes the alligator clamps. Then he deflates and removes her anal plug. She will be fed and watered again and returned to her cell until the next morning. Sebastian has a devilish torment prepared for her. She will have to be strong to gain her freedom from the cage on the first try. 

30 Jul 2011 Taunus Trumbo 



Rita Ch. 05



Rita Defensor hears a noise outside her cell followed by the sliding of the handcuffs under the door. She knows that to be fed and watered she must cuff her hands behind her back. She does that and waits for Sebastian Puso to open the door and enter the room. He comes in with oatmeal, milk, and juice. After he feeds Rita he watches her perform her bodily functions over the circular drain hole in the floor. She finishes and presents her derriere to him for cleansing. This reminds her of being a small child and humiliates and embarrasses her thoroughly.

"Something different today, gorgeous," he exclaims. "This time you will have five minutes after six hours in the box to cum. You will be wearing the chastity belt, which rubs clitoris, perineum, and anus. It also parts your vulva nicely. Of course your hands will remain cuffed behind your back. But you can grasp the belt and work it back and forth, side to side, to arouse you and induce your orgasm. Does a girl understand?" 

"Yes Master," Rita replies. She considers the situation and figures that it is less severe than enduring the electrical shocks. Sebastian inserts a small butt plug and locks on the chastity belt. She thinks that he is done only to see a small box with wires and alligator clamps. Sebastian clamps her nipples, areolas, and along the sides of her breasts. 

"You certainly didn't expect not to have difficulties, did you?" Sebastian asks. "The butt plug is a sensor. It measures tension, Galvanic skin response, heart rate, blood pressure, and the like. It can tell when you have an orgasm or when you are trying to fake one." Sebastian smiles at the though. Rita is crimson with embarrassment. "Now let's check it out. Work that chastity belt until your cum, Rita." 

Trying to masturbate in front of Sebastian by pushing and pulling her chastity belt proves difficult. "Master," she begs, "this is impossible." 

"You can do it!" he states. After much agitation and irritation, Rita is able to arouse herself and cum. The sensor in her rectum records and reports her success. "Good girl, now to the box for six hours of confinement." Rita hesitates and cries. She knows that when she will try to cum that Sebastian will shock her teats mercilessly to prevent her. She will have to be totally aroused and on the verge of a climax just before the challenge. That is a daunting proposition. 

Rita is positioned in the box again. Her knees are folded near to her chest and she is sitting on her feet. Her cuffed hands just reach the chastity belt. Her head is bowed down and the top of the cage presses her back. The multiple alligator clamps on her breasts, areolas, and nipples annoy and infuriate her. For once she wished that she didn't have breasts. 

The seconds turn into minutes and the minutes turn into hours. At last the sixth hour is done. Rita works feverishly to arouse herself. Sebastian enters and puts a minute timer in front of the cage. He sets it to five minutes and then begins applying voltage to Rita's breasts. She works equally feverishly to climax. As she approaches her orgasm, Sebastian ramps up the current. Rita screams in pain and loses her arousal. The minute timer rings. Sebastian smiles and speaks: "I'll be back in six hours, Rita. You need to be ready to cum." 

When he does return Rita is ready. She has rubbed herself raw in places but she has set her mind to an immediate orgasm. No sooner did Sebastian place the timer in front of the cage than the butt plug sensor reports an orgasm. He doesn't even have time to activate the clamps on her teats. She winces as her honey nectar is held in her vagina as her urine is also trapped in her bladder. When Sebastian unlocks and removes the chastity belt she cannot hold her urine. Her vaginal secretions drool down creamy inner thighs. She is grateful to be out of that crate and to have her intimacies again. 

Sebastian notices Rita's underpinnings and privates. "Oh my," he exclaims, "this won't do. You have rubbed yourself raw! We need to put some soothing salve. Tomorrow you will have to climax again to secure your release, Rita. But there will be no electrical hindrance." 

"Thank you, Master," Rita replies. Then for a moment she is relieved. Then she notices Sebastian's sadistic smile. 

"Tomorrow there will be ice water to deal with," Sebastian informs. 

Rita blanches. She is painfully sore and wonders how she will be able to arouse herself when she is wet and cold as well. 

*

1 Aug 2011 Taunus Trumbo



Rita Ch. 05-08



CHAPTER 5

After returning home the two families had a serious family meeting and they discussed about their situation. They all agreed. It was better to try to forget the terrible day and hope the videos would be only in private use. They couldn't take a chance to destroy their children's life. They decided to keep the events in secret and go on with their lives. Both families knew it wouldn't be easy. All the sexual intercourses had left a mark on them. Diana had problems to look Derek and Derek felt still angry to Charles for raping his daughter. He was no better, though. He had raped his daughter's ass. Patrick was terrified of the idea someone to see him fucking his own mother.

Their life went on and became back to normal or at least close to it. Charles was the one, who had biggest problems to let the things go. He couldn't help thinking who was behind their treatment. He knew it had to be someone who knew them well. All the scenes were so well planned. He started to observe the reactions of persons he met in daily basis. Charles had a key suspect. It was their neighbor across the road, Howard Atkins. He had widowed couple of years ago and his wife's life insurance had guaranteed him a wealthy life. Every time Charles had talked with him he had felt there was something sneaky in that man. He is a worm, Charles thought. Charles had also noticed how Howard had eyed his wife and daughter. 'It had to be him. He is a pervert with money enough,' he thought.

One day when Charlie returned from work he saw Howard chatting with Diana. Rita and Susan were accompanying. A rage grew in Charles mind. He parked his car and rushed to them. The others could see Charles was angry.

"Howard, please step aside. I want to have a word with you," Charles said briefly. Howard looked confused, but followed Charles. Charles started, "Bastard. I know it was you. Leave my wife and daughter alone."

"Calm down, Charles. I was only having a chat with them," Howard replied.

"Yes, sure. And then you go into your house and jerk off watching the videos of them."

Howard had no idea what he was talking about, but was anxious to hear more. He decided to fish for some more information. "The videos are quite sexy," he commented. 

"Does it turn you on seeing my neighbor fucking my daughter... or my wife?"

"Their daughter was also involved," Howard guessed.

"Yes. I'm not proud what I did to her, but you forced me," Charles shouted at him.

"I can see that. The girls aren't probably too happy they were filmed," Howard dug more.

"It would ruin them. I promise to kill you, if you ever spread the videos," Charles threatened. 

"Charles, calm down. I won't show the videos to anyone, I promise." It was an easy promise to keep. He had just heard about the videos for the first time. He left Charles and returned to his house. Howard thought what he could do with the information. He had to admit he was a bitter man. He had loved his wife and life after her was not fruitful. He also missed sex. The internet porn had filled his life, but it was far from real action. 

The happy neighbors on the other side of the road didn't make him feel any better. He could see how they loved each other. Their life was perfect. Loving parents, beautiful children and pretty houses. Their situation made Howard to feel even worse. He loved the idea of breaking their happiness. Several times he had imagined to have sex with the neighbor ladies while masturbating. Could this be his chance? He had to play his cards right and progress patiently not to reveal his ignorance about the videos.

CHAPTER 6

Howard saw Charles leaving to work. An hour later Diana came to the yard and started gardening. She had a colorful top and shorts on. Howard walked over the street to her. 

"Hi, Diana. You look beautiful this morning," he said.

Diana hadn't notice his approach and quailed due to surprise. She was on her knees taking care of her flowers. Howard's comment sounded quite personal, but she replied, "Thank you, Howard. What brings you here?"

"I'd like to talk about what happened yesterday."

"Yes. I don't know what is wrong with Charles. He looked very upset. I'm sorry about that."

"We had a very interesting discussion. About the videos, you know."

Diana went pale. She stammered, "You know about the videos..." Diana understood. Of course, it had to be Howard.

"Yes."

"What are you going to do with those?" Diana asked.

"It depends...of many things. Why don't we go into your house?"

"No. I won't let you in," she argued. Howard stepped closer. He leaned over and pushed his palm into her top. He found her breast and started to molest it. 

"Stop," Diana asked.

"Shall we go in? I have no problem to carry on right here, but sooner or later someone may notice."

Diana felt desperate. She knew she had to comply. "Please. I will let you in to my house." Howard removed his hand and followed Diana. Her buttocks looked sexy to him. As soon they passed the door he put his hand on her ass cheek and groped it. 

"No," she cried out and wiped off his hand. 

"Diana," he said promptly.

"Are you going to blackmail me to have sex with you? What do you want?"

"I haven't said anything about blackmailing. I just want to know you better. You gave something to your neighbor Derek. I'm your neighbor too."

"Please. It was terrible. I can't let you fuck my butt." Howard almost burst to laugh. Another piece of information. Derek had fucked her ass, not her pussy.

"What do you suggest then?"

"I'll let you fuck me. After that I don't want to see you ever again."

"We can think about it by a cup of coffee. Let's go into your kitchen." Diana wondered his behavior. She was sure he would fuck her right away. She started to prepare coffee for him. Howard had sat down on a chair. Diana brought him a mug. Howard wrapped his arm around her hips. His palm went on her ass cheek again. This time Diana did not resist. "Nice ass you have. Very firm for your age. Show me your tits."

Diana obeyed. She removed her top and bra. She had B size breasts with long nipples. She blushed. Howard reached his mouth on her breast and sucked her nipple. Time to time he sipped some coffee and then continued with the nipple. It got erected. His hand went between her legs. He groped Diana's pussy through her shorts. Diana felt herself like a whore. She had to endure this to prevent the blackmail.

"Bend over the table." Diana did. Howard stood up and went behind her. He opened her shorts and pulled them down with her panties. Diana shivered. He made her to step out of shorts and spread her legs. Diana heard his pants to drop. Soon she felt his penis against her pussy. It started to invade into her hole. Howard fucked her with slow rhythm. It was a long time since he had been with a woman and he tried to enjoy it as long as he could. His tempo frustrated Diana. She had hoped this would be over soon. Obviously the man was elongating the act. Diana couldn't help getting wet. He noticed it.

"Am I turning you on?" he asked.

"Shut up and fuck," Diana replied angrily. 

Howard reached his hands and cupped her breasts. He gently manhandled them. To Diana's humiliation it felt good for her. Next she felt his fingers against her clit. He teased it and kept on the slowly fucking. A moan escaped from Diana's lips. That made Howard to work harder with her clit. Diana's moans became more frequent. Howard pulled his dick almost out of her pussy and stopped fucking.

"If you want to come, you will do the job," he said.

Diana didn't care about her degradation any more. She slammed her ass against Howard's loins and bounced it furiously on his cock. "Oh my god, I can't enjoy..." she sobbed. Her pussy spasms brought also Howard to the end. He ejaculated to Diana's pussy. 

"Goooood...," he shouted.

Diana pulled off him. "Now, will you please get out of my house? Like I said, I don't want to see you ever again. We are done."

"I will go now, but we can have this again tomorrow. You may not want to see me, but what can you do?"

"You bastard," she screamed and started to bunch him with her small fists. Howard got a nose bleed before he was able to grab her wrists and lock them.

"You will regret that," he threatened. 

Diana stopped her fight and got worried about his threat. "What are you going to do?"

"First thing I will do is to go to my computer."

"No, please no. I'm sorry. Please forgive me," Diana begged. 

"Okay, but you will accept your punishment. Without exceptions, agreed?" Diana nodded. Howard continued, "We'll come back to that later. Keep your phone near. Now, put your clothes back on and return to the yard."

"Can't I wash myself first?"

"No. Feel my cum in your pussy. You will stay out at least an hour. I can see you from the window." Diana began to dress. Some of his sperm was already on her thigh. She pulled her panties on and felt them get wet at once. She was worried it would happen to her shorts too. If someone would notice it would be most embarrassing. 

"If you decide to tell your husband, make sure he keeps his control. I don't want to see Charles beating me up."

Diana decided it was best not to tell anything.

CHAPTER 7

Bed time, Diana looked worried. Howard had called earlier and his instructions were cruel and clear. Charles had already gone to their matrimonial room and soon Diana followed him. She put on her silky night gown. Charles knew it normally promised him something good. Diana always wore it when she wanted to fool around with him. Diana lied down next to him and turned off the lights. She leaned to kiss Charles and her palm found his erected penis. Charles was ready to jump on her and make love, but Diana continued the foreplay. That drove Charles crazy. After the incidents in Nick's mansion their sex life had been lame. He didn't want to push Diana, but he had waited for this moment. 

He couldn't expect Diana's next act. She pulled off him and said, "I'm sorry, Charles. I have to go." She began to rise from the bed.

"Go? Go where? You cannot leave me like this!" His erection was so powerful it almost hurt.

Diana didn't reply. She dropped her gown and walked to dressing room detached to their bedroom. 

"Diana, what are you doing?" Charles tried to find out the reason for his wife's behavior. 

"Charles. Please don't ask. I have to." He could soon see Diana coming back to the bedroom fully dressed. She had a black tube dress on her. The hem of it reached only to her mid-thigh. It was strapless and showed her cleavage well. Charles loved that dress. It made Diana to look so sexy. She had also her black stockings and high heel shoes on. They highlighted her beautiful legs. She had make-up on her face. Without saying anything she walked downstairs.

"Honey, where are you going?" Charles shouted after her, but could only hear the outdoor to close. He went by the window and saw a taxi waiting for her. Diana stepped in and the car disappeared. Charles couldn't understand what had happened. 

During the drive Diana felt so sorry for Charles. She promised to herself she would make it up to him. But not tonight. This was the night for her punishment. Howard's last instruction was to step into the taxi. She didn't know what to expect next. The taxi drove about 20 minutes before it stopped in front of a bar. Howard was standing there. 

"Hi, Diana. Did you do everything the way I told. One day I may ask from Charles and if he has a different version you will regret." Diana just nodded. Howard continued, "You look sexy. It will make this easy for you. Let's go in." 

Diana followed Howard to the bar. There were mainly only men drinking beer. The bar was quite big and there were coaches and chairs around the tables. Men's noisy talk was drowned in the loud music the bar was playing. 

Diana felt overdressed to a place like this. She wondered what they were doing there. "Do you like the place?" Howard asked.

"I wouldn't come here, if I chose," she said.

"You will like it here. Let's try to find a place for you," Howard said and then pointed one table." Go to that table and ask if you can sit there. Ask the men offer you a drink."

"But I don't know them."

"I'm sure you will get acquainted. And that is the next rule of your punishment. Whatever they want to do with you is fine. You won't resist any way. I will observe you. If I'm not happy, I will go home to my PC."

"Please. I can't go to them. What if they start to molest me?"

"No problem. You should actually encourage them. Think your daughter, if it makes this easier for you."

Diana walked slowly to the table. She tried to put some kind of smile on her face. "Gentlemen, can I sit with you?"

"Wow," a bearded man cheered, "We have a real lady here. Of course you can sit with us. Want to have something to drink?"

"Yes, please," Diana replied. The two men in the coach gave her a little space between them. Diana tried to fit into that.

"What brings you here?" the man continued.

"I just couldn't stay home," she said.

"Problems with your hubby?"

"In a way, yes."

"Don't worry. You can have fun with us. Your troubles will fade away," he laughed. Diana got her drink. She felt uncomfortable since all the four men by the table were staring at her. She sipped her drink and tried to ignore their interest. Also the men felt confused. They were not used to such a woman's company and could just look at her in disbelief. Their chatting had silenced. Someone needed to break the ice.

The bearded man did the job. "I gave you a seat and a drink. Do you have something for me?"

'It didn't take long,' Diana thought and replied, "What do you want?"

"You seem to have a nice pair of tits. Can I feel them?" Diana nodded. The man grinned and pushed his poke finger under her neckline and stretched it. He peeked in and saw she was not wearing a bra. Howard had denied it. Diana felt embarrassed. The man pushed his hand into her dress and groped her breast. After a while he pulled out his hand. The other man on the coach wanted to have his turn, but the bearded man slapped his hand away.

"She is my lady tonight. You won't touch her without my permission." No one dared to argue. He was the biggest man in the group and obviously some kind of leader. "But I can show her to you." He started to pull the dress down. He pulled it until her breasts popped out.

"Please. I can't show my breasts publicly," Diana said.

"Bullshit. In this place no one will notice." He placed his palm under her breast and weighted it. "Not bad for old chick." The humiliation made Diana to blush.

"Come on, man. We want to try too," a man on the opposite side of the table complained.

"Okay, then. Lady, what do you say? Can they test your tits?"

"I guess so," she replied. The idea of her public molestation revolted her, but she saw Howard by the bar desk. He nodded to her and smiled. Diana knew she had to play along. She stood up and leaned over the table. Her breasts were hanging down. The man cupped her flesh and molested it. The other man handled her other breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and pulled it. Diana had to endure it. Next she felt a touch on back of her thigh. A palm glided up under her hem along her silky stay-up stocking. It passed the elastic band and moved further up on her ass. Diana wanted to escape. The bearded man groped her ass.

"That's enough boys. Let her sit down," the man said and removed his own hand. Diana sat back on the coach. The man pulled her dress up to cover her breasts. Diana felt relived, but not for long. "Is your pussy wet?" he asked. 

"No," she said the truth.

"We must change that," he commented and put his hand between her legs. First, he groped her pussy through her panties. Then he moved the fabric on side and forced his finger in her.

"Please, no."

"You like my finger. I can feel you are wet. Spread your legs wider." He inserted another finger and pumped them in her pussy. "Lift your hem so the boys can have a look." With shaking hands she exposed her sex to the others.

"Wow, that's fucking hot," one of the men cheered. "She seems to be willing to anything."

"Yes. I bet you would like to fuck her, but I won't let you." The men looked disappointed. "Her pussy is mine. I need to have it right away. Let's go."

Diana stammered, "I'm not sure can I go with you. I'll have to ask."

"From whom?"

"From that man leaning on the bar desk," she replied.

"Is he your pimp or something?"

"No, but I still have to ask from him."

"Go ahead then." Diana stood up, straightened her dress and walked to Howard.

"They want me to go with them. I can't. I need to go back home. Charles must be worried."

"Forget Charles. If these men want to have fun with you, they can. Go back to them."

Diana felt miserable. She returned to the table and said "I can come with you."

"Good. Let's go then." They exited the bar and walked to a parking place. They went on the back corner of it. An old Mustang was parked there. The bearded man stopped Diana and said, "Lean on the hood. I need to have you now."

"Please. Can't we go somewhere inside? I will let you fuck me then," she begged.

"I can't wait a second longer. Lean!" Diana placed her palms against the hood of the Mustang. The man lifted her hem on her back and ripped the panties off her. He slapped her ass cheek. "What do you say, boys. Isn't that a fine piece of ass." He slapped it again. "I bet it has never been fucked by a real man. That will change now." Then he dropped his pants and pushed his hard cock into Diana's pussy. He had no mercy. His fucking was intense and occasionally he gave couple of spanks on her buttocks. It was over soon. He grunted and shot his load into her. "Next time I can hold longer," he commented while pulling his pants back on. The next time didn't sound good for Diana. It will be a misery. She stood up and lowered the dress hem. She turned and got worried after seeing the lust in the other men's eyes.

"Hey, you can't leave us like that," one of the men argued.

The bearded man thought a second and said, "Alright. She can blow you. Lady, get on your knees."

"I don't want to..."

The bearded man took no objections. He pulled her dress down revealing her breasts again. Then he pressed her down on her knees. The hard surface of the asphalt felt painful for her. First man stepped in front of her and pulled out his penis. He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth. Diana started to suck it. This went on until she felt his cum to spurt into her mouth. The next man took his turn... and then the third one. Tears flowed from her eyes. She had degraded herself to lowest level. She felt like a cheap whore giving sex in the dark parking place. What she didn't know Howard had followed them and managed to record the scenes with his mobile phone. It was much more than he had hoped.

The bearded man opened his car door for Diana, who stepped in. "See you fellows. Don't call me in the morning. I may be tired after busy night." Then he drove away with Diana.

In the morning Diana sneaked off the man's bed. He was still sleeping. Diana collected her clothes and handbag from the floor and crept to another room. It was true, what the man had said. He had fucked her for good and so many times Diana had missed the count. And every time harder...It had been like he had tried to ruin her sex. Diana was sure he had managed. She left his apartment and caught a taxi, which took her home. 

The house was empty. Poor Charles was in work and Rita at school. Diana went to shower and stayed there at least a half an hour. She dried herself and put some clothes on. She was starving and needed a breakfast. She had hardly started when the doorbell rang. She went to the door and saw Howard. She opened the door ajar and said, "Please, go away."




Rita Ch. 05-08



"You had a wild night? It doesn't matter. I still need my daily pussy," he smiled.

"I can't make love to you. I'm so sore after last night."

"Okay. Actually I'm not so interested of your pussy anymore. I don't want to put my dick into that dirty hole after you have shared it to anyone." Diana understood Howard's only purpose was to humiliate her and he succeeded. "But you deserve another punishment due to your denial. If I want your pussy, you'll open your legs."

"Please."

"Yes. You will do everything like yesterday."

"I won't," Diana argued.

Howard took his phone out of his pocket. Then he showed her the video from the previous night. Diana was first fucked on the hood of the car and then giving head. 

"You...you recorded it."

"Yes. I bet Charles would like to see this."

"No. You can't show it to him," Diana was terrified. 

"The taxi will wait for you," Howard said and left.

CHAPTER 8

Charles was furious. Diana had not explained him anything about the previous night. She had not returned before he had gone to work. She had been very quiet the whole evening and refused to answer to any of his questions. Charles couldn't understand her, but was afraid Diana's mental health had got damaged after the day in Nick's mansion. He decided to be patient with her.

In the evening Diana had come to bed with him. She had worn the silky gown on her again. She had pressed tightly against him and said, "Charles, I'm sorry about the yesterday. I will make it up to you." Then her palm had gone on his penis. Charles had been ready in no time and decided not to wait this time. He had pulled her gown up and climbed on her.

"No, Charles." She had pushed him away. Then everything had gone like in the previous night. He had seen a taxi taking her wife. His erection had died.

Also Rita had noticed her mother's strange behavior. She couldn't help wondering where she went in that time of evening. And she had not returned before the morning. Rita was worried.

She skipped afternoon cheerleader training in order to return home early. Rita wanted to talk with her mother. She was walking home and met their neighbor Mr. Atkins. She cheered him politely and was about to continue her walking, but then heard him saying, "Rita. Can I have a word with you?"

"Yes, sure," she replied.

"I must ask have you wondered your mother's behavior lately?"

"Yes, but what has it do with you, Mr. Atkins?"

"Please, call me Howard. I may know the reason for it."

"But how? What do you know?" she asked.

"If I tell you, you will never believe it. I must show you. Please come to my house."

"Mr. Atkins. I'm not sure is that appropriate. Can't you show me here?" Rita saw how he was undressing her with his eyes and definitely didn't want to go in to his house with him.

"It's Howard. I can't show it here, it is in my computer. Please, come. It is important."

Rita hesitated for a moment. 'After all, he is not a rapist," she thought and said "Ok, then."

Howard had a sort of an office room in his house. He guided Rita by the computer and switched it on. "Please, sit down. You can see better that way." Rita sat down in front of the screen. Howard started a video. Rita was shocked to see the dirty act of her mother in a parking place.

"Please, turn it off. What is this?"

"Two days ago I saw your mother in a bar. She left with four men and I followed her to see everything was alright. Then I saw this."

"Why did she do it? Has she become some kind of sex addict," Rita kept wondering.

"I believe she is blackmailed. With a video you were also in."

"How do you know about that video? We haven't told anybody about it," Rita said, thought a moment and then continued with anger, "You were behind it."

"I'm not saying I was," Howard replied calmly.

Rita's voice went silent, "Then you have seen me also..."

"Don't worry. I will keep your secret, if we can have an agreement."

"What do you want from me?" Rita could ask.

"What do you have to offer?" Howard asked back. Lisa thought a moment.

"You are a widow and your house is messy. I could clean here," she proposed.

"I'd like that. What else?"

"Cooking maybe?" she tried.

"Sounds attempting too. It is not fairly enough. I believe the material in the video has more value for you."

"Please. I can't..."

"Go ahead," he insisted. 

"No. I have to go," she said and stood up to leave.

"If you go now, I won't spread the video where you had a part, but the video I just showed to you will be found in the internet at the moment you step out of my house."

"Please, you will ruin their marriage. I love my mom and dad."

"It's up to you now."

"Please...I will clean topless," she gave him her next shot. 

"Show me."

"Now?"

"Yes." 

Rita started to cry. Tears filled her eyes. "I can't." She saw his face and knew she couldn't escape. She carefully pulled her T-shirt over her head and placed it on the chair back. She then removed her bra. Her shyness took over and she covered her breasts with her arms.

"I don't see anything, " Howard said. Finally Rita let her arms drop. "They are pretty, but not great. I want some more. Come closer." He was sitting in a chair. Rita approached him. Howard's fingers went on her pants. He started to open the button.

"No. Stop," she said.

"You can leave in any moment you want to. I will not force you to anything," he replied. Then he opened the button. The zipper was next. Rita shivered from fear. Howard continued. He pulled the pants down. He made her take off her slippers and step out of the pants.

"Please, Mr. Atkins. Isn't this enough?"

Howard placed his hooked finger against her panty covered pussy and scratched it gently. Rita's shivers got stronger. Her tears ended up to her breasts. Howard swiped off a drop from her nipple. He placed his palms on her waist and slowly lowered them on her hips. His fingers gripped the waistband of her panties and begun to tug them down. Rita sobbed.

"Do you want to leave now?" Rita didn't answer. Howard revealed her bare pussy. "You are so beautiful down here. You like to keep your pussy bald?"

"No, I don't," she managed to say, "The hair just hasn't grown back after my mom removed it."

Howard smiled and tried to dig some more, "That's on the video too."

"Yes," she said. She could collect herself and felt angry to that man.

"Did you like what happened after that?"

"What do you think, you pervert? Your mother licking you until you have an orgasm."

"Sexy. But maybe not so nice, if someone else founds out." His threat decreased her spirit again. Next she saw Howard to put his poke finger into his mouth and wet it. Then it was against her pussy lips stroking them. She started to cry again. The finger passed her lips and met her inner folds. 

"No. Stop," she sobbed.

"Open your legs wider."

"Let me go. This is wrong."

"Open. Good and now spread your pussy lips with your fingers. Do it!"

Rita complied. She opened her pussy for him. He found her clit and teased it. The bud got erected. "Feels good?"

"Stop touching me there. It makes me feel dirty," she begged. 

"Alright then. Turn around," he said and pulled his finger out. Rita turned her ass towards him. "Nice butt. Spread your cheeks. I want to have a better look."

"No, I don't want to."

"Do as I say," he said rudely. Reluctantly Rita spread her ass cheeks. Her puckered hole came into view. She felt his hand to wander between her legs. He pushed his poke finger to her pussy and smeared it with pussy juices. Then Rita felt it against her anus.

"You can't touch me there, please." This was vain. His finger tip penetrated through her sphincter. "Noooo..."

He pumped the finger with short strokes, but didn't push it deep. "You like to be fucked in the ass?"

"No. It was terrible. It hurt so much."

Another piece of information. Howard found out she was not an anal virgin anymore. He again decided to dig some more. "But you have done it," he more like stated.

"I didn't want to. You made Mr. Bronson to rape my ass," she replied lamely.

'This is just great,' Howard cheered in his mind, 'Now I got my first exposure of Bronson's part in the film. I wonder what else they have done. I must be cautious, not to reveal myself.' He continued with Rita, "It was very sexy. I believe he is not too proud of it either, but I'm sure he liked it. Your hole feels very tight."

"Stop humiliating me," Rita almost cried. 

Slowly Howard's finger found its way to her butt hole. Rita yelped.

"How about your friend Susan? How did she like her part?"

Rita felt annoyed about his interrogation. She replied harshly, "What do you think, you pervert? Get fucked by my dad and sucking her own brother!"

"Yes. I'm sure Susan wouldn't like to show that video to anyone. She might be ready to do almost anything to avoid it."

"Leave her alone, you scum," Rita said.

Howard teased her some more. "Actually I might ask her for a visit. If her ass hole is more tempting, I may not be interested of yours after all. Bad for your mother though..."

"No, please don't, " Rita got scared. She felt desperate. She had to save both her mother and her best friend. "I will sleep with you."

Howard removed his finger. He opened his pants and pushed them down. 

"You see my throbbing cock and I see your tight ass. You know what to do."

"I can't have anal sex with you. I can suck you instead."

"No. Only thing interests me now is your butt hole. I want to see it bouncing on my cock. If that is not ok for you, I don't blame you. Like I said, you can go whenever you want." Rita knew she couldn't leave. She stepped closer and mounted her hole against the tip of his penis. Howard grabbed her waist and pulled her down. His penis disappeared to her tight hole. "Oh, yes. I couldn't remember how good a young tight hole feels."

Rita started to sob. "Mr. Atkins, Sir, please. I'll do anything. Let me take it out."

"Why would I want that? Start moving your ass." Rita raised her butt slowly and then dropped back down. Howard was not happy. He wrapped his arms around her upper body and found her breasts. He took her nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them.

"Ouch, please don't"

"Move that ass. If you are doing well, I can play with your pussy to make you feel better."

Rita tried to ignore her pain and moved her ass faster. She felt his fingers on her sex and soon two fingers were in her pussy pumping it. It definitely didn't make her to feel better. His strokes changed more intense when his orgasm neared. He forced her ass tightly on his loins and then ejaculated. They both panted.

"God. It was wonderful. I can't believe my luck. I can have this tomorrow again."

"No!," Rita cried out. She struggled off his lap. "I won't do this again."

"As long as you keep me happy, your mother is saved. She can skip her nightly trips too."

"You are a disgusting man," she commented.

"Maybe, but right now the only one who gets between your legs. See you tomorrow, bye."



Rita Ch. 06



Robert Clay finds himself in a frustrating situation. A meddlesome, right-wing organization known as Citizens Reporting Asian Sex Slaves (CRASS) has been harassing him. His mail box is full of propaganda, he had to get a new, unlisted land-line telephone number, and there is a steady parade of do-gooders knocking on his door. His fiancée, Rita Defensor, is being kept at a co-worker's Goth mansion. The friend and co-worker, Sebastian Puso, is heavily into BDSM and is enjoying the use of Rita. From time to time, Bob calls Rita on a disposable cell phone and asks her how she is doing. She doesn't indicate any problems. Despite what she says, he has suspicions about her care. Sebastian has been acting strange at work, avoiding eye contact and rarely visiting Bob's cubicle. 

Bob sends out resumes. He feels that a new job in a new city might solve some of his pressing problems. He also feels that his job at Khannibal(tm) Meat Products, Inc. is a no-brain, brain-dead, dead-end, end-game job. He would like to bring Rita back to his house; however, the constant scrutiny and harassment from CRASS is an inhibitor. He decides that a vacation is in order. He quietly puts in for eighty hours paid vacation. He will be able to travel with Rita while interviewing for other jobs. With any luck he will avoid detection by CRASS. Moreover, he decides to drop by Sebastian's without prior notice. This way he may check on his girl as well as minimizing the chance of detection. 

It is early Saturday morning. Robert pulls into Sebastian's long driveway and parks to the side of the house. He walks to the front door and rings the doorbell. After a few seconds Sebastian appears. He has clearly just awakened. "Bob," he asks, "why didn't you call?" 

"Those fascist swine CRASS are on my ass," Bob answers. "I have put in to take two weeks off. I'm going to fetch Rita and we will travel." Sebastian is oddly silent. "Is anything the matter?" He asks. 

"No, no," Sebastian replies. "Do come with me. I hope that you don't mind that I've had her caged?" 

"You haven't hurt her, have you?" Bob retorts. Now he is concerned. 

"No," Sebastian utters embarrassingly. "She is still a vaginal virgin." 

"Good," Bob states. "I would hate to rearrange your face." Sebastian grimaces. Bob served in the Army Infantry before joining Khannibal Meat Products and had occasion to survive close fire fights and Real Life hand-to-hand combat. 

Sebastian leads Bob down flights of stairs to a dungeon where Rita is housed. She is naked in a concrete room with only a heavy brown wool blanket. Hearing a double-set of footprints approach, she rises and drapes the blanket over her body. The door opens and she rushes into Bob's arms, hugging and kissing him. Then, realizing who she is she kneels in front of him in a "cutie" position. This position is similar to the Nadu, except that the feet are splayed widely apart putting tension on her hips and groin. 

Bob would like to spend some time getting an accounting from Sebastian, but he wants to stay one step ahead of the CRASS until he is on the open road. Sebastian had been away for a minute while Bob and Rita were reuniting. He returns with her clothes. She dresses rapidly and the three return to the main upstairs foyer. Good-byes are exchanged and Bob and Rita drive away. 

Robert Clay drives with total concentration, saying only a few words to Rita: "We need to look for a new job and a new place of residence. The CRASS has been harassing me. They are trying to meet you and poison your mind with their philosophy." 

"I am yours, Master," Rita responds. "You are supporting our people in the Phils." 

"Yes," Bob responds, "that is true. We need to make some changes. The CRASS web site describes you and your unshaved armpits. We need to alter your appearance. Maybe color your hair as well." 

"Yes, Master," she replies, "a girl understands." 

They check in to a motel and go to their room. Bob checks the cell phone for messages. He has had it turned off during the road trip. There is a text message from Sebastian. He has sent a Western Union(R) money order to Bob. This is unexpected, but may well be a matter of conscious. Now Bob is even more curious of Sebastian's treatment of Rita. 

"I need to go to a large drug store and Western Union(R) office, Rita," Bob explains. "Sebastian sent us some money. This will avoid using our plastic with electronic signatures. He did not rupture your hymen, did he?" Robert asks. 

"No Master," she replies, "not my maidenhead." 

At the Western Union(R) office Bob is surprised at the size of the money order. The cashier says that it is too large to pay out in cash. She offers a large in cash and a cashier's check for the balance. Bob agrees and hastens to the nearest Super Walgreen's Drugstore for various and sundry supplies. 

Bob returns to the motel and hands Rita shaving stuff. She disappears to the bathroom. After a while she returns with shaved armpits, legs, and hypogastric triangle. Bob is so horny. He quickly slips on a lubricated condom and mounts Rita doggie-style. While his massive member pounds her comely rosette his hands massage and knead her small, firm teats. His fingertips feel the infrastructure of her breasts. She frees a supporting hand to gently rub and massage her engorged, tumescent clit. She arouses herself further stroking her damp, warm vulva. They come together. 

They lie in bed a while, exhausted after hard driving, shopping, shaving, and sex. Bob retrieves the speculum, slides the duck beaks into a large condom, and lubricates the device with K.Y. Jelly(tm). He slaps Rita's ass signaling that he is ready to insert the speculum into her rectum and spread her anus. 

"Why do you want to do this, Master?" Rita asks. 

"Because I can, girl," he replies. 

Rita grimaces as the speculum is inserted and Bob starts to widen it. "Why not just fuck my cunt?" Rita interjects as she feel more and more uncomfortable. 

"You are a virgin," Bob retorts. 

"I give you blow jobs and you butt fuck me," Rita laments. "How would anyone say that I'm a virgin?" She writhes and squirms as Bob twists and pulls the expanded speculum. 

"Rita," Bob explains, "You are not some princess or homecoming queen. I enjoy sees you sleep on your belly with a speculum up your ass. You know what it means to be a BDSM girl and you can appreciate the lifestyle. If it were just missionary sex and virtual reality, then I would join the yuppie hoard and buy a gynoid. I guess one could get a gynoid with unshaved armpits, but a machine can only simulate blushing and embarrassment. You, on the other hand, are the genuine article. And I hope to keep you." Bob notices that Rita is drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow Bob will interview with Krispy Koronarie Kritters(R), an oriental concern specializing in exotic American flora and fauns. 

6 Aug 2011 Taunus Trumbo 



Rita Ch. 09-12



CHAPTER 9

Rita's head was moving and Howard could hear some slurping sounds from her mouth. He had just fucked her pussy and now Rita was giving head to him. This was their third meeting and he had been able to turn her to his pet. She had stopped to resist his wishes. As a counter favor he had promised to keep these meetings short not to disturb too much Rita's daily life.

He grunted and Rita swallowed his seed. He patted her head. "You have done very well. I think it is time to show some gratitude to your family from my side."

Some hope grew in Rita's mind. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I was thinking your father. He had had rough times lately. I denied your mother to have sex with him. Your mother, as you know, has had lot of sex. And I have tried to take care of your needs. I think it would be only fair to figure out something to your father as well."

Rita got worried, "I'd hope you don't expect me to sleep with my dad..."

"No. I will keep your holes mine," he said.

"My mother then," she sounded relieved.

"No. I was thinking Susan."

"You can't. You promised to leave her alone."

"I didn't. I only promised to fuck you instead of Susan."

"You mean you will blackmail her to be with my dad again?"

"I had something else in my mind. I will explain my plan to you," he said. Rita listened his plan and couldn't believe her ears. 

When he stopped she said, "I won't do it. That's for sure."

"Okay then. I will let you consider for a day, but meanwhile I will arrange some action for your mother. You can talk with her tomorrow. Maybe my plan feels better then. You can go now. See you."

"Please, no," Rita begged.

"We'll see tomorrow, bye." Then he sent Rita away.

CHAPTER 10

"Hi, Diana," Howard said when approached Eastwood's home yard. Diana had just come out of the house and was supposed to go for shopping. 

She tried to ignore him and just said, "Hi, Howard. Sorry, I have to rush."

"Wait a second. I need to talk with you," he replied.

"Can't you leave me alone?" she tried.

"I don't want to." He came closer and placed his palm on her breast and squeezed it. "Have these got any attention lately?"

"Please, don't. Someone may see."

"I don't mind. But to my question, did you have a hilarious night? I saw you found another man who was fond of your services. Was he any good?"

"He used me and I didn't like it," Diana replied annoyed.

"I see. So you prefer the man you had in the first night?"

"No. He was brutal. He abused me the whole night."

"Eventually he got bored, since he let you go."

"I sneaked out in the morning," Diana confessed.

"That was rude. I think you owe him an apology."

"Me! He took advantage of me," she felt offended.

"Yes, you. You know where he lives. Let's visit him right away. I can drive you there."

"Please, no. I can have sex with you," she offered.

"Not interested. Let's go." Reluctantly Diana followed Howard to his car and stepped in. He started the car and asked for driving instructions from Diana. The closer they got the more worried she became. Howard parked the car in the front of the bearded man's house and stepped out with Diana.

"I think it is better I'll speak for you." That didn't sound good for Diana, but on the other hand all alternatives felt bad. Howard knocked on the front door. Diana's last hope was he wasn't at home. Her hopes vanished to the sound of nearing steps. The man opened the door.

"Whoa! What brings me this honor and who is this guy?"

"I'm a friend of her," Howard replied, "She is a little ashamed and wanted me to come to speak for her."

"I'm listening," the man said.

"Diana is very sorry she left the other morning without saying anything. She is a married woman and had to go home. She regrets her behavior and wants to make it up to you."

"How?"

"Diana, tell what you are ready to do." Howards comment caught Diana. She was not sure what to say.

She stammered, "I could have sex with you again." She felt disgusted to offer herself like this.

"Why me?"

"I liked the way you treated me," she lied.

Howard added her misery. "Diana, the man obviously needs some encouragement. Why don't you take off your blouse and bra and show him your perky tits."

"Here?" she asked worried.

"Why not? I can take care of your clothes. Maybe it prevents you to sneak out this time. You can call me when you are ready. I will pick you up and give your clothes back." She hesitated for a while, but then revealed her upper body. She was standing her breasts naked 

by this man's door. Her face blushed.

"Who is there?" they heard a shout from inside. Diana got even more concerned. She recognized the voice of the man. He was one of the bearded man's buddies.

"It is my fuck toy. She needs more attention," the man shouted back. Then he grabbed her breast and pulled her in. He slammed the door closed and left the grinning Howard out. Diana 

saw there were two men sitting on a coach. 

"Okay, bitch. You wanted some action. Show your cunt."

"I wanted to do it only with you," Diana tried.

"What does it matter who reams your whore pussy? You can close your eyes and imagine it is me. Now, strip." Diana got totally naked in front of these men. 

"Nice bitch. I want to be first," the other man said and rose up. He removed his jeans and underwear and went to Diana. She saw his huge erection. "Spread your legs. I need some cunt of yours." He didn't waste any time. He placed his dick against her sex and penetrated her violently. When the man grabbed her thighs and lifted them up, Diana had to wrap her arms around his neck not to fall down due to his harsh fucking. The man seemed to last long.

"Hurry up. I need my fuck too," the other man said impatiently.

"Why to wait. Her back door is free," he laughed and spread Diana's ass cheeks. The other man rushed behind her and started to push his penis into Diana's asshole.

"Arrggh. No, please," she begged.

"Shut up, bitch. You wanted to get fucked and that's what you get." The men started to fuck her with steady rhythm. Diana felt so full. Two organs were ripping her inner tissues and she had no opportunity to escape from this ordeal. After some vigorous moments the men exploded simultaneously. They pulled out. Diana dropped on the floor panting heavily.

The bearded man came back and pushed her with his foot. "Stand up and get us some beer. We will now watch a match from the TV. You will serve us drinks while we are doing it. You will also suck us, starting from me. Then he sat down on a chair and dug his cock out. Diana stood up, went to kitchen and returned with three cans of beer. She served them to the men and got a tap on her ass cheek as a reward. Next she obediently knelt down in front of the bearded man and took his organ to her mouth. The man pressed her head down to make her to take it deeper. 

This went on for couple of hours. Diana lost count how many blowjobs she had given during the game. Her jaws ached and there was a cotton taste in her mouth.

The bearded man shut down the TV. "Okay, buddies. Out you go. I have some serious fucking to do with my bitch. She couldn't get enough last time and I'll try my best to correct that thing. I'll make sure she cannot walk when she leaves. Bitch, go clean your holes. I don't want to fuck you their slimes in you."

After four hours the man finally let Diana to call to Howard. "Howard, please take me out of here."

"Are you sure you are satisfied now?" he laughed.

"Come here, please," she replied. In fifteen minutes she heard the car approaching the house. She placed her arms to cover her upper body and run into Howard's car. "Can I have my clothes?"

"Yes, sure." Howard saw nicks in her breast. Her nipples were still swollen. He had also noticed her funny looking run on the yard. Diana had kept her legs ajar. "How was it?"

"It was terrible. I can hardly walk. Howard, please promise me I don't have to go there ever again."

"It's up to you. Next time I will give your address to them. They can visit you every day."

"No, please not that. I can't have them in my house."

"Then you better follow my instructions." Then he took her home. When she left the car Howard said, "You should have a chat with your daughter." That confused Diana. She was afraid that Rita was getting involved to Howard's 

dirty games too.

CHAPTER 11

Rita had managed to persuade Susan to overnight in their house. For Susan this was okay. They hadn't really talked about the incidents in the mansion. It had been too painful. As some time had passed, they could handle it. To spend an evening together offered a good opportunity for a conversation. What Susan didn't know, this was a part of Howard's plan.

Rita had had a long discussion with her mother. They both had told about their experiences with Mr. Atkins, though Rita's version was diluted. She didn't want to worry her mother too much. Diana's last ordeal had really terrified Rita. They knew this couldn't go on. To sacrifice Susan was a reasonable price for avoiding such a suffering. Mr. Atkins could anyway blackmail Susan to almost anything. If the video with the incidents with her brother would be revealed, Susan's life had been ruined. 

The worst part was they also had to tell about the plan to Charles. They were afraid how he would act after hearing what Mr. Atkins had made them do. Diana knew his husband's temper and was sure that he would attack Howard without thinking about the consequences. Someway they managed to keep him calm. Charles listened to Diana's and Rita's stories and without saying anything, full of anger, locked himself to their basement for almost two hours. The women could hear him breaking things and howl in anger. When he finally came back he acted calmly and promised to follow Howard's plan. 

Their next action was to install a web camera to their matrimonial room. It was one of Howard's demands and he had given the camera to Rita. Diana and Charles knew they would lose their intimacy. Another thing was that Howard would get more material to his blackmail folder. They didn't care since he already had powerful tools in his hands.

The late evening came. The girls had had a long chat and they were hugging each other. Rita had problems to keep herself together. Susan put on her short night gown. It was a white teddy with spaghetti straps. Her moderate breasts kept the fabric off her stomach and her nipples protruded against the teddy. She had also white panties. 

There was no extra bed made in Rita's room. "Where will I sleep?" Susan asked.

"Come with me," Rita replied. He escorted Susan to the door of her parent's bedroom.

"Aren't you mom and dad sleeping here?" Susan wondered.

"You can stay in their bed this night," Rita replied and opened the door and pushed Susan in.

"What is this?" Susan asked when she saw Rita's parents on the bed. Charles was lying on his back and Diana stroked his hard cock. Susan tried to leave, but Rita closed the door and prevented Susan to open it. Diana also rose from the bed and came to them.

Rita wanted to tell the truth, but she had to use the lines Mr. Atkins had taught her. "Susan. After my father had you in the mansion, my mother had not been able to satisfy him. You see how hard he is. You must take care of him again. That's the why I invited you to us."

"You cannot do this to me!" Susan yelled and started to fight to get the door opened. Diana used the opportunity and pulled her panties down. Susan bent down to lift them back. Rita and Diana didn't let her. They put their arms under Susan's armpits and started to drag her to the bed. Charles gave room. The ladies pinned Susan's upper body down, but couldn't prevent her wild kicking. Charles managed to take a grip of her legs and mounted himself between them. Susan was immobilized and started to sob. Charles' palms went on her breasts and molested them. He could feel her nipples on his palms through the sheer material. Charles took a grip of the teddy and with hard tug broke the thin straps. Her naked breast came into view.

"Please, you can't. This is a crime."

"You have done this earlier. Calm down now. Let's take your top off, " Rita said.

"Nooo, I don't want to," she protested but couldn't avoid it. Diana tugged the top over her head. 

"Daddy, she is yours now," Rita said repulsed. Charles wasted no time. He felt guilty about the forcing. On the other hand he had lot of sexual pressure and had to admit this wasn't the worst way to release it. Susan was a very beautiful creature. He slowly pushed his penis into Susan's pussy. 

"No, no, please..." she pleaded. Charles moved his loins in slow rhythm. It felt wonderful to him. Susan was sobbing under him, but Charles didn't care. He increased the tempo and felt the hole get more slippery. His harder pushes bounced Susan's firm breasts and added Charles' excitement. He wanted to molest them, but the sight was so sexy he decided to just enjoy of it. His pushes turned harder and then he shot his sperm to her pussy and collapsed on her. He tried not to show to his satisfaction to his wife. He recovered for a while and then turned on his back beside Susan. 

Susan immediately started to rise from the bed, but Rita pushed her back down. "He is not finished yet. You will give him another round. Just wait my mother gets him ready." Diana had taken his softened penis into her mouth and sucked it to make it hard again. 

"You can't. Let me go," Susan begged. Rita slapped her face.

"You do what I say. Turn around and get on your fours." Susan didn't make a move. Rita slapped her face again and then twisted her nipple.

"Ouuch! Please."

"Get on your fours. Your pussy can take it." 

Charles was rock hard again. Susan tried to fight, but the three of them made her to take the desired position. Charles mounted his dick again against her pussy and pushed it in. His loins started to smack against Susan's buttocks. Rita and Diana accompanied. Rita teased Susan's nipples. She stroked and stretched them gently. Diana placed her finger against Susan's clit. Her touches made it to grow bigger and Susan to moan.

"She likes it, dad. Make her cum," Rita encouraged her father. Susan's moans came more frequent. She couldn't help it. She felt the orgasm to grow inside her. The shame took over.

"Please, don't make me...," she pleaded and then experienced her orgasm. That didn't make Charles to stop. He was far from ready. Susan had to tolerate his earnest fucking. Rita and Diana continued their work. Another orgasm neared, "Please," she moaned.

Charles stopped. Rita asked, "Please, what?"

"Don't stop, I need to cum."

"My dad is tired. He can lie down on his back. You can ride his cock, if you want to."

"Okay, I'll do it," she sniffed.

"You have to ask him nicely," Rita replied.

"May I, Sir?" she asked through her humiliation.

"Ask properly."

"May I ride your cock, Sir?"

"Help yourself," Charles answered. Susan climbed on Charles and mounted her pussy on his penis. She dropped down and started to move her pussy on his cock. The excitement in her grew again. She let go and bounced on his loins. Charles hands massaged her tits. Rita grabbed her hair and pushed a small dildo to her mouth. When she took it out it was coated with saliva. Next Susan felt pressure against her anus. She didn't have time to resist before Rita penetrated her asshole. 

She cried out due to pain. "Take it out. I can't take it."

"Nonsense. Keep on fucking, " Rita replied and pumped the dildo in her hole. Soon Susan's excitement returned and she didn't care about the abuse of her puckered hole. She was near to cum. Charles came first. Susan felt it and drove her pussy harder against him to finish herself before he softened. She felt her pussy to explode. Charles could feel the spasms and almost got hard again. This time Susan collapsed on his chest and started to cry.

Charles tried to comfort her. "It was not so bad, was it?" he said. He placed his palms on her ass cheeks and molested them. They felt like a rubber. The cheer leading had made her ass very muscular and firm. The dildo was pointing up from her asshole. Charles took a grip of it and moved it slowly in her hole. He could feel it on his penis which was still in the pussy. He couldn't believe it, but got hard again.

"Don't." Susan begged. 

Rita spanked her ass. "You don't deny anything from my father. We will leave you two in peace now. You will stay the night with him. You better keep him happy," she said and then left the room with her mother.

CHAPTER 12

Even though his night had been pleasurable, Charles felt ashamed what had happened. The anger grew in him and he marched to the door of Howard. Howard heard the doorbell to ring and came to the door.

"Hi, Charles. Busy night?"

Charles smashed the web cam on the ground and said "Enough with your games. I knew it was you, pervert. I make you pay for this."

"You will pay for the camera. You should be thankful. Fucking a cheerleader like her is a wet dream to any man at your age."

"Leave my family alone. I will kill you otherwise."

"I like your daughter's services. So, no."

"Give me the video or I'll beat you up right here."

"You will be jailed."

"I don't care, if that helps my family," he threatened.

"If I give the video of last night to police your whole family will be jailed. You raped that poor girl together."

That scared Charles. It was true. "You blackmailed us to do so. We will tell the police."

"Blackmailed with what? There is no evidence."

"I'm sure police will find the video, if they take your computer. They will also catch your friend Nick."

"Who is Nick?" Howard asked.

"Don't pretend you don't know him. You paid him to do awful things to our families in the video."

"Charles, I have to confess. I have never seen that video and that has nothing to do with me. First time I heard about it was when you told me a week ago. Sorry, you have the wrong man."

"But how did you made my wife and daughter to comply your requests?"

"They thought I had the video. It is actually you to blame."

"You crooked bastard. You had nothing."

"Yep, but I do now. The rape video. That's all I need. You can ask police any time to visit, but I don't think it is good for your family, if they will find that recording."

Charles felt desperate. He wanted to strangle that smiling bastard, but couldn't risk his family. He knew he had really blown. All of this was his fault. He felt himself weak. 

Howard increased his misery. "My lawn needs mowing. I suppose you will take care of it. Prove to be a good neighbor. You can also ask your daughter to come over. I'm missing her tight ass," Howard said and groped his crotch.