2 comments/ 14751 views/ 0 favorites Bad Company By: CAP811 "Yes sir, I realize I made mistakes. Going for a midnight ride in Mr. Brentwood's Porsche and rolling it over into that field of cabbages, that was clearly a lapse in judgment. And earlier that evening, when I opened the shower door as Grandmother Cabot was taking a shower and smacked her on the ass .." "Watch your language, young man." "Yes, your Honor. And then squeezed her .. bosom, well, yes, I was totally out of line there. I see that now." Judge Mason's wrinkled face was the color of aged beef. Having heard the defendant's statement, he turned to the family that had filed criminal charges: Mr. and Mrs. Brentwood, their daughter Jennifer and son Scott, and Mrs. Brentwood's mother, known to all as Grandmother Cabot. Both the Brentwoods and the young defendant, Tyler Hinton, had agreed to a hearing in which the judge's verdict would be final. "Mrs. Brentwood," said the judge, "as one of the plaintiffs, do you have anything to say?" Patricia Brentwood glared at Tyler with piercing gray eyes. Now in her late forties, she was a picture of elegance and sophistication, with perfectly coiffed honey blonde hair and a dark Giorgio Armani dress suit. She was the sort of lady you see coming out of Bergdorf Goodman on 5th Avenue, with a retinue of servants carrying her purchases. "That boy is a menace to society!" she said in an authoritative voice. "He belongs in jail!" "For domestic mischief, plain and simple!" added Grandmother Cabot. The older lady, her hair turned silver, had that air of grace and dignity that one sees in fine old New England families. "And willful destruction of property!" chimed in Mr. Brentwood. His Italian hand-sewn suit, like the apparel and jewelry that adorned the rest of his family, was the ultimate in style and luxury; appropriate for people of wealth and privilege well beyond what most of us can imagine. The judge then turned to a middle aged lady wearing great black horn-rimmed glasses. Her ensemble was far less expensive, likely off the rack at J C Penny. "Mrs. Moore, you're in charge of Walton Student Exchange Program. The Brentwood family agreed to accept this young man into their home while he attends Mercy College here. Now tell me, how could you admit someone into your program who behaves so outrageously?" "We're at a loss, your Honor," the woman replied, shaking her head. "Tyler Hinton has always been an exemplary student. I just don't understand it. He's never before been a disciplinary problem; never less than a quiet, well-behaved young man." Judge Mason looked down and shuffled the documents on his bench. "That does seem to be the case. The lad comes from an low income family, his mother a bricklayer and his father a pastry cook. Except for this one misdemeanor charge against his older brother, performing cunnilingus in a public place, all in the family have been model citizens." He looked again at Tyler Hinton, who was wearing a dark suit and red paisley tie. The young man's eyes were deep blue, his wheat-colored hair well trimmed except for a cowlick that stuck up in the back. His was a pure, innocent face, with light freckles thrown in for good measure. More than once he had been compared to Tom Sawyer, with Sawyer coming out the worse for it. The judge spoke. "Tyler, your disgraceful conduct occurred while you were living here in Scarsdale with the Brentwoods. As we all know, they are one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most respected families in all New York. Now, what could have caused you to act as you did while in such a wholesome family environment?" The lad took a deep breath, glancing at the Brentwood clan. "Well, I suppose it began with the incident of the doggie biscuit." "Explain," ordered the judge. "It happened about a week after I moved into the Brentwood estate. I'd just come back from a meeting of the Future Leaders of America; it was about eleven at night. I heard an odd sound coming from the Brentwoods' master suite, so I went to investigate." "And what was this sound?" "It was Mrs. Brentwood. She was going, "arf .. arf .. arf." "Arf, arf?" "Yes, your Honor. Like a beagle. Well, maybe more like a golden retriever." "Hmm. Go on." "The door was slightly ajar, and I peeked in. She was on her hands and knees in front of Mr. Brentwood. He was holding a doggie biscuit in one hand and saying, 'Come on girl, you know you want it. But you've got to earn it; be a good doggie.'" Mr. Andrew Brentwood, his eyes cold, his cheeks warm with embarrassment and anger, spoke up. "It wasn't a doggie biscuit, your Honor. It was a biscotti!" Judge Mason gave him a stern glance. "Don't interrupt, sir." He then returned to Tyler. "Go on." "Did I mention that Mrs. Brentwood was completely naked? Anyway, each time she lunged for the biscuit, Mr. Brentwood would pull it away and say, 'Oh, bad dog!' And then smack her on her bottom with this long wooden paddle he was holding." The judge shook his head but said nothing. Tyler continued his narrative. "I was kinda fun to watch. I mean, Mr. Brentwood made his wife roll over, he rubbed her belly, and then led her for a walk around the bedroom, of course paddling her whenever she lagged behind." "He led her?" "Yes sir. Mrs. Brentwood was wearing a patent leather collar with a leash attached." Tyler paused, then added, "After that, Mr. Brentwood patted her on the head and said, 'Good dog! Now fetch, girl! Go fetch!'" "And what exactly did she fetch?" "Well, she unzipped Mr. Brentwood's pants, and then ... " "That's enough, young man!" exclaimed the judge. Turning to the plaintiffs, he spoke again. "What have you to say about this?" Mr. Brentwood glowered at Tyler, giving him a look that had been known to reduce his servants to a quivering mass of jello. "Even if it happened, your Honor, this little creep had no right to spy on us. You see, I put in long hours as CEO of Brentwood Enterprises, a world-wide conglomerate. And Patricia, as you know, is president of the New York Kennel Club. Don't we deserve a little time to, well ... relax and unwind?" "You do have a point, sir," replied the judge. Looking again at Tyler, he said, "Merely watching your host and hostess having a, shall we say, evening romp is no excuse for your scandalous behavior, young man. Now, do you have any more to add?" Glancing around, Tyler said, "There was also the incident of the kitty cat." "Cat, did you say?" "Yes sir. Grandmother Cabot has a young Himalayan cat. Its name is Puss 'n Boots." "And the incident?" "One night I was translating some Latin in the main study, and Grandmother Cabot came to join me. She had the cat with her, which she likes to call Little Puss. She was sitting next to me on the sofa, grooming the cat, and kept saying to it, 'Oh, you're a sweet little puss; yes you are.' After a while she looked at me and said, 'Tyler, would you like to pet my sweet little puss?'" "Meaning the cat." "That's what I thought, your Honor. But when she hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down around her ankles, I wasn't so sure any more. And then she ... " "Wait!" cried Judge Mason. "I think I see where this is going." He paused, took a deep breath, and went on, "Tyler, please tell me that's all you have to say in your defense. What more could there be?" "The chiffon peignoir." With a shudder, Judge Mason removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing once or twice past the fine oak and mahogany décor of the Westchester County Courthouse. Beyond the windows lay the town Commons, lush and peaceful. Finally turning to the group assembled before him, he said, "I know I'll regret it, but duty compels me to inquire. Go on, young man." "Jennifer's brother Scott, who plays linebacker at Harvard, tried to make me wear a pink chiffon peignoir. It was imitation silk, with lace trim." "Why on earth would he do that?" "To match the one he was wearing." "I knew it," sighed the judge. "So, did you?" "I tried it on, and it wasn't so bad. They said I looked cute in it. But I was worried that it wouldn't end there." "What do you mean?" The lad shrugged. "Well, Scott believes in the old traditions, like dressing for dinner. He'd come to the table wearing the peignoir and makeup; even eye shadow and lipstick that I thought was really too dark for his complexion. His wig was all spikey, auburn in color, which looked okay, and so did the lace thong panties. But I was afraid he'd want me to dress like that too, but then get jealous if I looked prettier than him. You know how some people are." The judge turned to Scott Brentwood, the epitome of manly good looks with his muscular build, wavy hair, and tailor-made suit. "Sir," asked the judge, "is this true?" "No, of course not!" replied the young man with some heat. "I'd never wear imitation silk. It was pure Thai silk, your Honor." Judge Mason placed one hand on his throbbing temple and was quiet for a moment; then, he spoke. "So, Tyler, what are you saying? That you were led to misbehave because of all the .. shenanigans going on in the Brentwood household?" "Yes, your Honor. Partly that, but also because I was upset at how they mistreated poor Jennifer." He glanced at the young woman. She was as dewy-eyed, as innocent in appearance as Tyler. The girl was also quite lovely, with raven hair and green eyes, the pink glow of youth still on her cheeks. "And how did they mistreat her?" "Why, they'd spank her for the least little thing. Pouring soup over her father's head, or running around in her underwear when the Ladies Auxiliary came for tea. I mean, sure, she's like any college girl, high spirited and full of fun. But my gosh, everyone spanked her. Her parents, Grandmother Cabot, even Wilson the butler." Shaking his head, the young man went on, "Seemed like every room in that house had a place where they kept a ping-pong paddle, or leather strap, or even canes. Hardly a night went by when Jennifer wasn't bent over someone's knee, getting a good hard paddling." The young man smiled at the memory. "But they never broke her spirit, your Honor. It was almost like the more they spanked her, the more mischievous and bratty she became." Turning and giving the brave girl a smile, he went on, "And I'll say this for her. Jennifer never hesitated to take her punishment. Whenever Mr. or Mrs. Brentwood brought out a paddle, she'd pull up her skirt and bend over their knees faster than you can say 'naughty girl!'" There was silence now in the courtroom. Judge Mason said nothing, drumming his fingers on the bench. Finally Tyler spoke again. "So, your Honor, on the night in question, there was Scott in his peignoir, and Mr. Brentwood looking for the doggie leash, and Mrs. Brentwood spanking her daughter with a leather strap, and Jennifer saying, Oh, oh, oohh yess. Well, a guy can only take so much." "The thing is, Mrs. Moore told me I should try to fit in with the host family. To let them set an example of how a young man should behave. So that's why I surprised Grandmother Cabot in her shower. And when she chased me down the stairs with only a towel around her waist, I grabbed Mr. Brentwood's keys off the foyer table and took off in his Porsche. You see, I wanted to show them I could act like a Brentwood too." A dour look came to the judge's face. "Yes, Tyler, I do see. However, the court rejects your plea of not guilty by reason of temporary insanity. I find for the plaintiffs, the Brentwoods. Tyler Hinton, you are hereby sentenced to ten days in jail, as well as court costs and the cost of repairing the Porsche." The young man slumped in dismay as Mr. and Mrs. Brentwood exchanged smiles. "He's being punished?" cried Jennifer. "Well, I should be punished too!" "Not now!" her mother hissed. "Wait until we get home!" Tyler made one last appeal. "Your Honor, it isn't fair. I'm really not this way. I just fell into bad company, that's all. The wrong crowd. It was them," he said, gesturing to the Brentwoods. "Can't you see that? I don't understand." Judge Mason motioned for Tyler to approach the bench, which he did. Gazing deep into his eyes, the judge spoke words of wisdom in a low voice. "Son, let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me." Bad Company Edits by Connie Ann The couple were about to make love to each other as they turned off the lamp on the night table. Suddenly, they heard the sound of breaking glass in a nearby room. They instantly recalled the rash of burglaries taking place in their neighborhood. The burglaries had always taken place late at night. Initially, Rick (the husband) thought that thieves were breaking in to rob them of valuable items. All of a sudden, the bedroom was lit up by two flashlights. Two dark figures could be seen standing in the doorway. One of the dark figures held on to a large hunting knife, as light from one of the flashlights reflected off the knife blade making it glimmer in the otherwise dark room. The other darkened figure was holding something that also glistened and looked like perhaps a set of knuckles. The intruders turned off their flashlights and quickly moved towards the bed. One of the burglars silenced the wife's screams with a hand. Rick could see Peggy-Sue lying next to him with the intruder's hand covering her mouth. Rick was paralyzed and lay motionless as he watched Peggy-Sue's mouth being sealed with duct tape. Suddenly, Rick came back to his senses and yelled at the intruders. Rick sat up and was prepared to fight for their lives. The smaller of the intruders was fast like lightning and pushed him down on the floor. The robber taped Rick's mouth shut and pressed the blade of the knife against his throat. Rick froze in panic and let his attacker chain him to the radiator with what was actually a pair of handcuffs, but that he thought were knuckles. Rick cursed his lethargic actions, because he thought he could have overpowered both of them if he knew that the tall intruder was unarmed. Rick felt like a shackled prisoner even though he was reasonably physically fit, around 40 years old, and completely naked. Rick and Peggy-Sue had taken off all their clothes, as they thought they were settling down for a night of pleasure. Rick sat on the floor as he had been hit by one of the intruder's flashlights. He felt ashamed because he had been easily defeated by somebody that was smaller than him. Rick was naked, beaten and unable to move so that he could rescue Peggy-Sue. Peggy-Sue had been easily overtaken and handcuffed, as she was now laying face-first on the bed with her hands secured behind her back, unable to help herself. One of the intruders had turned on the bedside lamp and stood behind Peggy-Sue while she lay on her stomach on the bed. The intruder looked at her through the black ski mask and at the accomplice before they looked at Rick. They were silent as no one said a word. Rick suddenly realized that the burglars were not interested in anything valuable except for Peggy-Sue. She was several years younger with dark hair, a strong body, big breasts and was a classic beauty that hadn't been marked by age or childbirth. Rick was cold and furious. He yanked and pulled at his cuffs, as he screamed through the tape, but only muffled sounds could be heard coming from Rick. The muffled sounds quickly arouse both intruders. The woman intruder who sat behind Rick put the knife against his throat and spoke for the first time when Rick tried screaming through the tape. "Be still and shut up if you want to live!" the female hissed. The man had already begun to pull off his clothes; he was tall, very muscular and tattooed all over his body. "Your bitch will get fucked up!" he said and walked over to Peggy-Sue as she started to kick wildly. Rick felt sick and he thought he would faint as the room began to spin around in his mind. The shorter woman, while still holding her knife, got naked except for the mask. She forced Peggy-Sue to remain on her stomach and straddled her. The girl forced Peggy-Sue's legs apart and she held the knife against Peggy-Sue's throat as Peggy-Sue became perfectly still. Rick saw Peggy-Sue from behind and the intruder's tiny ass, tits and shaved pussy. The large man leaned towards Peggy-Sue and said, "When I remove this tape, you will suck my throbbing cock. If you scream or try anything she'll cut your throat. Is that clear?" Rick, as he lay chained, helpless, and speechless saw how Peggy-Sue nodded. She groaned when the tape was ripped off hard. The big man grabbed Peggy-Sue by her hair and lifted her head. His hips moved and Peggy-Sue tried to protest but it didn't sound more than a stifled scream. "Shut up!" the man said and pulled out his throbbing organ as he slapped Peggy-Sue across the face before his dick was forced into her mouth again. Rick breathed heavily through his nose, in the dim light he could see the man's body; he had never ever seen any cock that was as huge. The large and bulky penis shone with Peggy-Sue's saliva. The man pulled out the cock from her mouth again. He sat crouched behind her on the floor and locked Peggy-Sue's legs into place, causing her to become all that more helpless. Rick saw how Peggy-Sue received the huge cock. He was surprised at how little resistance her body offered, Peggy-Sue seemed to be wet and he immediately thought it must have been due to the saliva but Rick was ashamed of the thought. Her legs didn't kick, not even when the woman released the knife for a moment and completely devoted herself to put the pussy close to Peggy-Sue's mouth. Rick assumed that his wife must be as shocked as he was. He watched when the large man suddenly pressed his cock roughly inside Peggy-Sue's anus. Peggy-Sue tried to scream but the woman just pressed the pussy against her mouth that much harder. They laughed and he turned to Rick, "She likes it and her ass is tight!" Rick swallowed and tried to look away. "Peggy-Sue has never been ass fucked!" the woman said. Rick felt startled and ashamed because it was true. The big man suddenly came to him and said, "We give and take!" Rick thought he heard a raw and scornful laugh behind the mask. "You must watch when he fucks her or I'll kill her." At first Rick didn't understand and said, "But why?" Rick had never thought about the possibility that he too would be subjected to the ongoing abuse and he forced himself to look at his wife. The great big man had now put her on the side, diagonally at an angle so that Rick could see all the details when Peggy-Sue was being fucked. His huge pile bumped again against Peggy-Sue's anus. She screamed without the tape. The woman was nowhere to be seen, but Rick heard a noise coming from the liquor cabinet followed by a loud crash. Rick seemed to hear more than pain in Peggy-Sue's cries. Was it possible? Suddenly his senses awakened and Rick watched Peggy-Sue carefully. She moved her hips, closed her eyes and groaned. Rick couldn't believe his eyes; she always protested when his much smaller dick approached the rear hole, Peggy-Sue never wanted to have anal sex. Now she lay and actually seemed to enjoy what could only be described as rape. Peggy-Sue couldn't possible enjoy the torment and pain of being brutally raped in her ass by the man with the giant cock? Or could she? The woman was back with a broken bottle in her hand. She took a sip and went straight to Rick as he continued to lay chained and helpless. "I think Peggy-Sue fucking likes it!" she said. She stepped up in bed forcing Peggy-Sue to drink the whiskey she poured into her mouth, then she pushed the pussy back onto Peggy-Sue's face. She moaned and groaned but it sounded like a protest. Rick no longer knew what to think. It didn't take long before he heard his wife's voice, "Fuck me damn pig." He closed his eyes, felt dazed and wanted to die. The man on the bed saw him close his eyes. He pulled out of Peggy-Sue and came over quickly to the helpless Rick. "You didn't watch! I'll punish you!" Rick looked up, "What will you do?" The tall man moved Peggy-Sue and unlocked the handcuffs and dragged her off the bed. Peggy-Sue hardly resisted at all and didn't seem to react to what happened to her. He placed her on her belly on the floor in front of Rick so that her face was only a few inches from the chained Rick. "Kneel on all fours!" the burglar commanded Peggy-Sue and she obeyed. He pushed his cock into her from behind again and she threw back her head. "Describe what I do!" the man said and bumped into Peggy-Sue from behind while he caressed her with his hand. Peggy-Sue didn't seem to hear him. "You tell him exactly what I do!" the man repeated moaning, almost screaming now. "He fucks me," whispered Peggy-Sue hoarsely. "Louder! Tell him what happens!" "My ass gets fucked. It is evil!" Peggy-Sue moaned. "You lie, fucking whore!" the man shouted and moved faster. "He takes me from behind. Forgive me darling. I'm coming!" Rick looked into Peggy-Sue's glossy eyes and he believed her but also hated her. Rick was so horny, so splitting insanely horny. He thought he was losing his mind; wanted to hurt her, fuck her, caress her and beat her. The feelings made him confused. She moaned loudly and the orgasm convulsions shook her. "Holy shit! You'll see your bitch suck dick!" The woman laughed and sounded drunk. She walked up to Rick who was still chained. She lifted up the woman from the floor to the bed. Peggy-Sue didn't resist and avoided looking at Rick. Now Peggy-Sue sat on her knees in the bed right in front of her husband. The apparently drunk woman tried to lock the wife's hands behind her back with the handcuffs, but she dropped them several times when she swayed and had to start over again. The intruder said, "Look at me and open your mouth!" he said to Peggy-Sue. She raised her head and obeyed. The man forced his cock into her mouth with violence, only a few inches in front of her husband's eyes. "You must look!" The drunk woman had apparently been revived by the act. "Look at her, dammit!", she said. Rick couldn't watch this, as he hung his head. He didn't want to see Peggy-Sue now and maybe never ever again. The intruder fucked Peggy-Sue in the mouth and he groaned loudly. The man accelerated and grabbed Peggy-Sue's hair and pulled her head hard back and forth. The small woman pushed Peggy-Sue and man aside so that she stood in front of Rick. "Dammit! I will show you!" she said and grabbed Rick's hair. She took out the knife again and held it against Rick's throat. She yanked Rick's head up and spoke next to his ear, "He'll spray Peggy-Sue with cum. Don't miss anything when I fuck you!" Rick nodded. The intruder fucked Peggy-Sue's mouth. He squirted Peggy-Sue in her face and over her boobs. Rick sat cuffed on the floor while the mysterious girl sat on top of him and rode his dick facing him. She noticed with surprise that he came and sprayed convulsively inside her. He would remember this night forever.